#but they are still drinking it in and feeling it and adding it to their own mental collections

[alinathinkstoomuch]

CLOCKED IN

pairing: aaron hotchner x fake!fiancee!reader summary: hotch is trying his hardest to keep it together when your so-called friends crash the night out, good thing the bau are world class shit stirrers, based on this request. warnings: fluff, protective hotch but also protective bau!! brief reference to them meeting which can be read here word count: 1.3k

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Hotch was, against all odds, and probably his own expectations, actually having a good time. Shocking, really. But he knew exactly why, it was you. You sitting under the glittering mirrorball light, talking with your hands mid-explanation. 

It was your first official time meeting the team, and he wasn’t even a little bit surprised by how quickly you charmed every single person at the table. You had that effect on people. It was something he’d always admired about you, and okay, maybe envied a little too. He wasn’t exactly known for being warm or approachable. His voice didn’t magically pull smiles from strangers. Yours did.

And yet somehow, you—completely out of the blue—had walked into a bar similar to this one and asked him, a total stranger, to pretend to be your fiance for the night. Still one of the most absurd things he’s ever heard and he deals with absurd for a living.

Maybe that bit of envy came from a selfish place, though. Because he liked to think that the effervescent side of you was something you saved just for him, but it wasn’t because you were like that with everyone. All grins, all giggles, all theatrics because that’s who you were. And it made him furious inside to imagine anyone taking advantage of that. Like those awful friends who made you feel like you had to lie in the first place.

Still, in a roundabout, slightly messed-up way, he guessed he owed them one. Because their cruelty had delivered you straight to him.

He was mid-sip of his drink when he caught the way your smile wobbled. And when you did a double take towards the front door, his eyes were inclined to follow to see who or what he was going to have to glare at for sucking the light from your face that fast.

He didn’t even try to hide the exasperated sigh that left him.

“Oh boy,” you muttered, eyes still on the door.

“Do you know them?” JJ asked, leaning forward over a cluster of empty cocktail glasses. “Because they’re pointing.”

“And coming over,” Morgan added, eyebrows raised.

You straightened in your seat. “That’s…the quarter of the group responsible for me meeting Aaron.”

“No!” Penelope gasped, hand flying to her chest. “You mean those friends? The ones you had to lie to? The whole fake-fiancé saga?”

“In the flesh,” you confirmed, grabbing your drink and taking two very necessary gulps as Aaron braced himself for the evening to dissolve into performative lunacy. 

You shifted in your seat beside him, shoulders going stiff in that I’m fine, this is fine way that meant the opposite. And yeah, his jaw clenched. Because the idea of you having to perform just to feel safe, or liked, or respected? Made his blood run hot. Especially when you were surrounded by people who actually saw you—really saw you—and didn’t need a single performance to adore you.

“Oh my god! Okay! We all have very important parts to play,” Penelope whisper-yelled at the table.

“Just don’t make it weirder than it has to be,” Emily muttered, toying with her paper straw.

“You want another drink?” Rossi nudged Aaron who just glared at the older man. “Come on, lighten up. I didn’t get to see you in fiancé-action last time.”

“Consider yourself lucky,” Hotch said dryly, reaching over and resting his hand over yours in a squeeze.

You turned to face him and the panicked look on your face made his stomach knot. “I’m sorry for this. I had no idea they’d be here, I haven’t even spoken to them in months.”

“You don’t owe me an apology, just like you don’t owe them a damn thing.” His tone softened. “But if you want an out, just say the word, I’ll make up an excuse and we’re gone.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but it was too late.

“Wow,” came a voice you knew all too well. “Look who it is.”

“Veronica.” You offered a perfectly polite, perfectly fake smile. “Dani,” you added, glancing at her tagalong.

“Mind if we sit with your fiancé and friends?” Veronica asked, already pulling a chair over from the table behind because she wasn’t actually asking or waiting for permission. She wedged herself in between you and Emily.

Dani copied her motions, plopping herself down between Penelope and Spencer. The poor genius looked like he was calculating the fastest way to disassociate, especially when Dani’s manicured hands rested a little too close to his drink. 

“So,” Veronica said, all teeth. “Are you going to introduce us?” She glanced around the table. “How do you all know the happy couple?”

“We work with Hotch,” Morgan answered smoothly, lifting his glass. “FBI.”

“Oh. Wow. That’s… intense.”

“Depends on the day,” Emily chimed in, “But yeah, keeps us busy.”

Veronica’s icy gaze slid to you, her mouth twitching. “Must be nice. All that… structure and stability. Probably pays off a little more than fashion, huh?”

You barely had time to get a word out before Penelope jumped in for you. “Oh, sweetie. One campaign of hers pays more than my entire annual salary. And I’m not exactly working for peanuts.”

You let out a sheepish laugh, just as Aaron’s thumb pressed gently against your hand, as if reminding you to breathe. 

“Anyway,” Dani piped up, suddenly remembering she had both a voice and a personality, “how’s wedding planning going? You must be deep in it by now, right?”

“Weren’t you just looking at venues?” Rossi added with a grin, like he’d been personally waiting for this moment. Hotch made a mental note to get him store-brand whiskey for his next birthday.

“We were,” Hotch replied as casually as he could manage. “She wants a beach wedding. I want one where her dress doesn’t blow into the ocean.”

Morgan snorted while JJ shook her head, trying and failing to hide a smile. 

“Tell the truth,” Emily grinned. “You just don’t want sand in your shoes.”

“I don't want sand in my everything,” Hotch said flatly, taking a sip of his drink at the involuntary conversation. 

“Fair,” Morgan laughed, tipping his glass towards him. “Sand gets everywhere. Man’s got a point.”

“Well, the guest list must be pretty large then,” Veronica went on, smiling just a little too sweetly. “Half the FBI, and of course us, your best friends. You’ll need something that can accommodate everyone.”

“We’re keeping it small,” Hotch almost snarled, his tone landing somewhere between polite restraint and you’re not fucking invited. Not that there was an actual wedding, but if he ever did marry you, those two would be the last names on the list.

“Oh! But you have to have bridesmaids, right?” Dani pressed on, gesturing between herself and Veronica. “I mean, you’re probably thinking of us, your best friends—”

“We haven’t gotten that far,” you cut her off.

“Besides,” Emily added with a shark-like smile, “it’s so hard to find dresses that don’t clash with fragile egos.”

Your eyebrows shot up before you could stop them. Morgan was grinning like a man thoroughly entertained. JJ stifled a laugh behind a cough. And Spencer? He just looked politely baffled, having subtly nudged his drink as far away from Dani’s claws as possible without making it look like he was giving it to Rossi. 

Hotch, meanwhile, added a new line to his growing mental list: whatever bottle Emily wanted for her birthday, she was getting the top shelf version. Hell, maybe two. 

Some of the tension in his chest eased a little and he hoped yours had too. Because if there was one thing his team excelled at, it was rallying around someone they’d decided was theirs. And judging by the grins, side-eyes, and Emily’s very intentional lack of filter, the BAU had officially clocked in.

Not for a case. 

For you. 

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Maybe This Time LN4

After a year apart, she runs into Lando at a party, where old feelings and regrets resurface. In the quiet moments outside, truths are confessed, and the weight of what was left unsaid finally comes between them.

word count: 743 pairing: lando norris x reader content: second chance trope warning: Angst, Exes meeting again, Emotional tension, Regret, Mild language, Alcohol use

rese notes: sorry for not updating... will soon upload the part 2 of this fic and multo!

It was awkward to see him again after a year had passed. Even she couldn’t wrap her head around how fast time had flown—as if it were just last night when they both decided to end the relationship. Maybe it was her struggle with the distance, or maybe it was the lack of reassurance Lando gave her. To her, it was a fifty-fifty situation. Part of her had grown tired of what Lando offered in return. She never wanted the expensive gifts he brought her; all she ever wanted was him—Lando Norris.

She found him at a party, surrounded by mutual friends. As she sipped her drink, her eyes wandered to the corner of the room where she spotted him, laughing and chatting with another guy. She cursed silently in her mind—he still looked the same. Those same eyes she fell in love with a little more each day. That same smile she used to wake up to, the one that would tell her he’d choose her every time—even if she turned into a potato. A silly, sweet memory from one of their nights together.

But now... seeing him like this—it felt different.

She stepped outside for some air, sipping her drink as she leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice him quietly entering the same space—until she felt a light poke on her shoulder. Startled, she flinched and snapped, “Fucking—” as she turned around.

There he was.

“Why are you here?” she asked sharply, her voice colder than she intended. She hadn’t expected to see him out there.

“You were missing,” he replied simply.

The truth was, he’d been keeping an eye on her the entire night. He noticed when she slipped out, already knowing she would. She always did. Parties overwhelmed her.

She blinked at him, expression unreadable. “And?”

She took another sip of her drink as Lando leaned against the wall beside her.

“I’m just looking out for you,” he said softly. “You always get overwhelmed at parties like these.”

And she hated that he still knew that about her—so specifically, so intimately.

There was an awkward silence between them, heavy and filled with unspoken things. She finally broke it, her voice soft but steady. “How’s life?” It sounded simple, casual—but she meant more than that. She wasn’t asking in a polite, passing way. She wanted something real, something personal. She wanted to know how he truly was.

Lando hesitated, glancing at her as if searching for the right words. “Fine… just the usual,” he said, though he could even hear how empty it sounded. The awkwardness lingered between them.

Then her next words hit him differently.

“I missed you… you know,” she said quietly, looking away, unable to meet his eyes. After a moment, she added, almost as if confessing, “I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, Lan. I really didn’t.” The guilt she’d carried since that night—the night they ended it—weighed on every word. “I just thought… it would be for the better, you know?”

Lando looked at her as if she’d just said something absurd. His heart ached. “You—you think it was better? Better for us to break up?” His voice cracked slightly, emotion slipping through. “Baby—” He stopped himself, realizing the pet name had fallen from his lips without thinking. He sighed, correcting himself, “Y/n… why would you think that was better?”

The hurt was clear in his eyes. Clear in his voice. The kind of hurt that comes from believing in something, only to have it taken away.

She lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… I thought I was distracting you. Or—I don’t know—maybe the love wasn’t there anymore. And I didn’t want that, Lan.” The guilt tightened in her chest as she added softly, “Sorry…”

Lando’s expression softened, but there was pain behind his eyes. “We… we could’ve talked about it,” he said, his voice thick with the weight of what could’ve been. “I told you—sometimes things feel heavy even when they’re not.”

Slowly, he closed the space between them, close enough for her to feel the warmth of him again. His voice turned gentle, too gentle—the kind of softness that made her heart ache. “You should’ve been honest with me, love.”

And she hated that. Hated how kind he was. Hated how he could still be so tender when all she’d done was push him away.

[shysuccubusstuff]

Helping Hand

Content: Non proof-reader; Android! Caleb + Overstimulation + Fake cum + Size difference + Dacryphilia + Praise kink + Aftercare

Summary: You chose to buy one of those new androids in the market, after all, with the little time you had, it was logical for you to get one! But after your birthday party, you can't help but feel like something has changed within Caleb...

Note: I'm finally done with exams but now my brain is dry... On another note, I have to keep on writing my novel! It has nothing to do with my usual work here, but I really should keep on writing cause I have so much ideas for cool characters! Wish I could draw them... I hope people get the ideas of how Android! Caleb lower half works...

Note 2: I just put some fake nails and writing has become so difficult... Had to use two pens towards the end...

Android! Caleb who opens his eyes and encounters your face. He was programmed to be cold, always following the orders of the person who bought him. At least, that was what he had learnt, as you soon rebooted his whole system, changing his personality to a softer and more "human" one. He is still quite confused, why would he need to have a personality for serving a human? Still, he couldn't help but feel a strange rush of electricity run through his system, maybe he had a strange type of malfunction?

Android! Caleb who becomes accustomed to taking care of you. He is always close to you, always waiting by the door of the house a few minutes before your arrival, food still warm and waiting for you to eat, the house completely in order from him cleaning it... Gosh, you could even feel all the tension leaving your body as soon as you entered your house. You allowed him to carry you to the bathroom, head resting against his soft chest as you let him undress you, letting your clothes carefully folded as he helped you get inside the lukewarm bath.

Android! Caleb who becomes your only caretaker. It took him less than a few days to get completely used to your body language, knowing exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it and even how you wanted it. He was basically reading your mind, always one step ahead, letting you rest your exhausted body on his bigger body, his soft hands caressing your hair as his mechanic heart kept pumping the blue liquid all over his system. You knew you shouldn't get so attached to him, but how were you supposed to stop yourself from it when he knew you like the palm of his hand?...

Android! Caleb who receives a strange update. It had recently been your birthday, so you decided to make a small party, nothing big, really. You invited a few of your friends from work, together with some other friends from when you were still studying, organising a small party at your house for all of you to drink and have fun while watching some low-quality films. It was around 3:00 when you started to feel your eyelids dropping, with your friends too focused on the climax of the film for them to notice, you chose to simply fall asleep in the cozy sofa, surely someone would wake you up sooner or later, right?

Android! Caleb who becomes much more... domestic. You didn't notice the first few days, still unaware of the strange update your friends had added as a "gift" for you. Yes, it was a bit strange for Caleb to always greet you with a hug and a kiss on your forehead, but hey, maybe it was something that they had added in one of the millions of updates Caleb had, maybe some client had complained about them being too stiff? Whatever, it wasn't as if you were particularly concerned about it, in fact, you did like it a bit...

Android! Caleb who finally puts his update to good use. It was late at night when you suddenly felt the urge to do it. It wasn't something particularly strange, with you being alone most of the time and all the stuff you liked reading and listening... What was strange was the moment the door to your bedroom was knocked. You quickly hid your naked lower half with the sheets trying your best to get your phone to hide the content you were seeing. "Caleb?" You whispered, heart beating rapidly in fear of having been discovered by him. "Pips? I'm sorry for disturbing you so late at night, but my systems have warned me that my owner, that is you, is currently in need of my assistance." You furrowed your brows, slightly confused about what was he even implying, still, you knew Caleb was unable to cause any harm to you, so you simply sighed, letting him enter without much thought. "So what was wrong, Caleb?" Caleb smiled, sitting close to you and petting your hear with his rough hands. "My system told me you needed my help, do you need it? I have been upgraded with the latest system, allowing me to help you in this kind of delicate activity." Still confused, you simply nodded, after all, the system tended to be right. As soon as you did so, Caleb removed the sheets that were covering your body, his huge hands lifting your legs with ease, getting them closer to your face, just enough for your slick pussy to be in front of his face.

"Caleb! Just-- Just what are you doing?" You tried your best to get him to let go of your ankles, squirming around with not much luck, with Caleb still retaining his sweet smile.

"I'm fulfilling my new tasks, you allowed me to do so." Caleb's arm moved, changing his grip on your thigs to keeping your body in position with just his arm. "Now, no more moving, pips, I need you to remain calm so I can help you appropietly." Caleb's tongue stick out, this time looking slightly longer than usual, his right hand making his way to your entrance as his mouth got closer to your clit.

"Wa--Wait a second! I'm pretty sure this was NOT included when I bought your model--!" Caleb stopped for a second, his expressions remaining as sweet as always.

"It wasn't. Your friends added it to my program in hopes of making you happier, they explained it to me and I agreed. I believed it would truly help you destress. I hope I will actually ." Caleb moved closer, spreading soft kisses all over your lower tummy, making a small path towards your pussy. At the same time, his hands started to glide towards your entrance, teasing it with his fingers by simply gliding up and down on it but never actually inserting them, simply coating his fingers with your lewd fluids. "Let me know if you feel any discomfort." Caleb's mouth slowly got closer, wet kisses being left around your clit as a way to tease your sensitivity, being unable to not smile after seeing your back arch from the sudden touch. Following the set procedure, Caleb slowly entered one of his fingers, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue and making you cling to the sheets, soft whimpers leaving your mouth even despite you tried to cover your mouth with your hands as a way to avoid letting even more shameful sounds escape. Suddenly, one of Caleb's hands moved, grabbing your wrists with ease and pinning them on top of your head. "I need to hear you so I can know exactly what you need." Caleb moved, his face now facing yours before diving himself into a deep kiss, his right hand still playing with your clit, making short circles around it regardless of your poor attempts of squirming away.

"Ca... Caleb! Too much-- it's too much!" You whispered, chest puffing up and down as you tried to recover from Caleb's kiss.

"My name is not the safe word, you should probably know that." Caleb suddenly switched positions, letting your back rest against his chest, his legs tangled around yours to avoid letting you try to close your legs, his lips kissing yours as he moved one of his hands to your chest, playing with your nipple as the other hand kept slowly moving inside you, searching for that sweet spot until you let a whimper escape you. "This must be your g-spot, right? Gotta make sure you enjoy this." Caleb kissed your face, peppering soft kisses all over your face as he slowly introduced another of his digits, his fingers constantly hitting that spot even as you kept trying to move away from him, with Caleb simply laughing softly against your ear, pushing his fingers even deeper inside. "You're so cute... Humans always react so vividly to the stimuli..." You could't help but feel embarrased, with Caleb's mocking tone reverberating inside your head as he kept forcing you to cum around his fingers, using his other hand to pinch and twist your nipples with just enough force.

It had been over 20 minutes since your sweet torture had begun, with Caleb moving and hitting the exact place you were craving, forcing you to close your eyes from the overstimulation. "Caleb~... That's enough... I don't think I can cum more..." Your voice sounded now raspy from all your whines and moans, with Caleb obviously ignoring them, simply cooing you.

"That's alright, then we can finally move to the main course, right?" Caleb finally let you move a bit, getting up and removing his trousers, leaving them on your chair before returning to the bed. "Let me syncronise my tools, alright?" Suddenly, Caleb's lower half changed from the usual plain surface to the shape of an erect cock, his . "Let me just..." Caleb got on top of you, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist, moving his hand to grab his cock and starting to rub it against your entrance, letting some of his self-lubricating fluid just for extra caution. "I'll do it slowly, open wide now, pips." You took a deep breath as Caleb's cock entered you, softly biting against his shoulder as a way to stay calm. "Such a good girl... Just a bit more." And you could simply whine, your insides already feeling as if they were about to tear as Caleb finally bottomed out. "So good for me..." Caleb caressed your cheek, kissing your forehead as he started to move, barely moving a few centimeters before pushing back in, nails digging on his back as he kept pressing his body against yours. "Just a bit more... It will feel so good in just a few minutes..." Caleb pressed your mouths together, sucking on your tongue before starting to french kiss you, a strand of saliva connecting you both the moment the kiss ended.

As the minutes passed, you were finally able to get used to his size, the slight discomfort changing into pure pleasure, making your eyes roll back each time he rubbed that spot. "You feel so nice wrapped around me... Let me help you a bit baby." Caleb lifted your body with ease, laying your body on your front before moving back on top of you, his cock entering you, the pressure of his weight making you bite on the pillow that was close to you, whinning as Caleb's hand made light pressure on your lower stomach, just enough for you to start feeling his length even more, each thrust making your walls wrap around his cock, the system of Caleb slowly getting overheated each time you clenched around him. "Be careful... My system may get a bit overwhelmed if you keep clinging so much to me..." That was of course easier said than done, after all, it had been such a long time since you had been able to feel so good... Still, you tried your best, taking a deep breath and hugging your pillow, a few tears falling down your cheeks as you felt your mind slowly slipping away.

"Too big... You're crushing me~..." You whined, the heat radiating from Caleb mixed with the feeling of having your insides scrambled being enough to make your head feel overwhelmed. Regardless of that, Caleb kept going, his hips bumping against your ass each time he forced his whole length inside you, his hands petting your hair whole he whispered soft praises against your ear.

"So good... Cum all around me pips, show me just how much you're enjoying this..." Caleb's raspy voice echoed inside your mind, the embarrasment of having your own android seen you so fucked dumb suddenly leaving, letting you only focus on how much you wanted Caleb to praise you... So of course you did just as he asked, your gummy walls pulsing around his cock as you felt a warm liquid filling you up, forcing you to cum for who knows what time, toes curling as you felt Caleb increasing his rhythm at the same time you came, then slowing down as he felt your breath become even heavier.

After letting you recover your breath for a few minutes, you felt Caleb lifting you up from the bed, carrying to the bathroom with ease and letting you rest inside the warm bathtub and using a soft towel to scrub you, removing all the sweat together with the mixture of his cum and all your fluids. He then left for a few minutes, returning with a huge towel, wrapping your whole body around it before taking his sweet time drying it. After that, all you could remember was te warm embrace of Caleb, mixed with the fresh smell of a new set of heet together with the citrusy smell that emanated from him.

[neilissevered]

Hiii! Can i req a drabble for Baku again? Maybe fluffy and comforting Baku wherein he finds reader drunk (But reader doesn’t drink so it’s unusual for reader to be that way), and he just takes care of the reader?

Yk those ones who pull up their hair when they throw up, etc. U can experiment on this one I really don’t mind but that’s the gist of it!

- Anon 🧃 (I’ll send in as this one! I’m the one who first requested for Baku ❤️)

ˋ°•*⁀➷DRUNK ON YOU!

You got drunk for the first time. Hu-Min found you, stopped you from puking in a bush, carried you like a bride, and crashed on your couch like a man with morals. Drabble, whc2, reader has long hair, accidental confession, soft and flustered Hu-min Park Hu-min (Baku) x gn! reader wc: 1k+ tw: mentions of vomiting, but it's not descriptive. masterlist

The alcohol hits harder than expected.

You can tell… but at the same time, you can’t.

The world spins lazily around you, like it’s floating just out of reach. Your body feels weightless, but your head is filled with cotton, and your ears are ringing with a dull buzz. The shot glass in your hand is warm, slick, almost melting in your grip.

You don’t drink. Everyone knows that. You know that.

And yet, here you are—slumped against the back wall of a convenience store, half-hidden behind a row of boxes, nursing your second (or was it third?) bottle of soju like it’s a lifeline.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You had other plans tonight—study a little, rest your brain, maybe even sleep early. But the week had chewed you up and spit you out, and with exams looming over your head like storm clouds, you cracked.

A bottle won’t kill me, you had thought.

Just this once.

You’d read the posts online. Those who said alcohol numbs the stress, softens the edges of a bad day, and makes things quieter, if only for a little while.

They weren’t wrong.

You feel… floaty. Unanchored. Like you’re laughing at nothing in particular—maybe at the absurdity of it all. Maybe just because it’s easier than crying.

Your phone buzzes again. For the fourth time in the last five minutes.

It's the group chat with the boys.

Bakutastic🏀: "seriously dumbass WHERE are u??" Si-genius: "you okay?" GoTank: "if you don’t reply, I’m tracking your phone. Not joking." JUNNIE💕💗🐰🐰🐰: "So…Baku ran off😭😭"

You stare at the screen, lips tugging into a crooked smile.

Always so worrisome, those three. Like they weren’t getting into fights every day.

You don’t reply. Not yet.

Right now, you just want to stay in this haze a little longer, where nothing matters, and everything feels far, far away.

Then suddenly—

A hand wrapped gently around your arm, pulling you out of the hazy fog you’d been drifting in. Before you could even process it, you were moving—

No… falling.

Straight into someone’s arms.

Warm. Steady. Familiar.

Hu-min.

He held you tightly, like he’d been holding his breath the whole time and could finally exhale. You felt the rise and fall of his chest, still a little frantic, like he’d been running. And he had searched every convenience store he knew you liked, desperate to find you.

And now he had.

He pulled back just enough to see your face, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His thumbs brushed gently against your skin, tapping lightly as if trying to wake you from a dream.

“Hey,” he murmured, worry tightening his voice, “you should’ve called me if you were planning to get drunk.”

A soft scolding, but his touch never left your face.

Then, with a small, helpless huff, he pinched your already flushed cheeks.

“Idiot,” he added, quieter this time. “What if I hadn’t found you?” His voice was a lot softer than usual.

You only hummed out in response. Smiling lazily up at Hu-min as your vision came in waves. He looked funny. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist as you grinned up at him

“Join me, Hu-min.”

“Are you seriously trying to ask me out right now?”

“They say it’s best to share soju with a lover!”

“You—“

Hu-min looked away. Face turning red at your very sudden, bold attitude. Your words were slurred, and you hiccuped with each syllable, but the way you were grinning up at him like a lovesick fool made your intentions pretty clear.

You just confessed. Accidentally…

“Okay, you’re completely drunk, and I’m teasing you about this in the morning.” He huffed, fixing your messy hair and your jacket that was slipping off one shoulder. 

You only laughed, almost falling further, but Hu-min already had an arm wrapped around your waist. Supporting your body with his while he walked back to your place.

Soju definitely worked with escaping your academics

Your relationship with Hu-min will, however, turn very interesting in the morning.

Hu-Min managed to get you home with surprisingly little trouble, which was impressive, considering you were leaning your entire weight against him like your legs had given up for the night. He tried to match your unsteady footsteps, but it was a lost cause. You kept wobbling unpredictably, veering into his side like a very affectionate shopping cart with one broken wheel.

Still, he held on, one arm locked tightly around your waist, the other hovering protectively in case you decided to face-plant into the sidewalk.

It was a quiet night. Just the crunch of gravel under your shoes, the soft buzz of faraway streetlights, and your off-key humming something vaguely familiar, possibly the theme song of a children’s show.

He should’ve been annoyed. Embarrassed, even. But all he could think about was the words you slurred earlier:

“They say it’s best to share soju with a lover!”

His ears were still burning.

Then—

“Hu-min. Hu-min.”

He blinked out of his thoughts. “Hm?”

“I think I need to vomit.”

“What.”

He came to a dead stop. Your apartment building was literally right there, glowing like a finish line in some twisted, drunken marathon — and you were about to throw up next to a shrub like a tragic K-drama extra?

“Hey—HEY! Keep your mouth shut!” he shouted, nearly tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to stop you from bending over the nearest bush. “Don’t even look at that hedge!”

You groaned. “But I’m dying.”

“No, you’re not! You’re just dramatic and full of bad decisions!”

You slumped harder into him, breathing through your mouth like a medieval damsel. He muttered a string of curse words under his breath, then looked up at the second-floor balcony of your building.

The elevator was out. Of course.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he hissed to himself. Then, louder:

“Okay. This is happening.”

With a grunt, Hu-Min bent down, swept your legs up, and lifted you bridal-style into his arms. You yelped in surprise, then immediately wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh my god,” you giggled, voice muffled against his collarbone. “Are you finally sweeping me off my feet?”

“Shut up,” he huffed, already halfway up the stairs. “You’re literally seconds away from puking, and I’m saving your dignity. Barely.”

Your head lolled against his shoulder, but you looked up at him with that same dazed, lovestruck smile from earlier—the one that made his heart beat a little too fast.

“…You’re strong,” you murmured.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You smell nice.”

“Do NOT throw up on me.”

He made it to your apartment door in record time, panting and slightly red-faced—though whether it was from physical exertion or your constant drunk compliments, even he wasn’t sure.

When he finally set you down, gently leaning you against the wall to unlock your door, you sighed dreamily and said, “This is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He snorted.

“Then your standards are tragically low.”

Finally, after some fumbling with your bag and a lot of muttering under his breath about why you carried five pens but no water, Hu-Min managed to fish out your keys. He nudged the door open with his shoulder and kicked it shut behind him, heading straight for the bathroom like a man on a mission.

He gently set you down by the sink, supporting your body with one hand while reaching for a towel with the other. Then, without a word, he grabbed your toothbrush, ran it under water, and squirted on your toothpaste like it was part of some practiced emergency routine.

You groaned and leaned forward, and he was already there, brushing your hair back from your face, gathering it in his hand like it was second nature. He held it gently but firmly, thumb stroking the back of your neck with a feather-light touch you were almost too drunk to notice.

“There,” he said softly, crouching a little to meet your eyes. “You’ll feel more sober once you rinse off.”

You blinked at him, swaying slightly as you stared at his face, all soft lines and furrowed brows and the kind of worry that couldn’t be faked. Before you could say anything else, though, you vomited into the sink, and Hu-min waited patiently for you to finish.

“You okay?”

“You’re reallyyyy good at this,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

“At holding your hair while you puke?” he laughed 

You nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm. Husband material.”

He froze for half a second, toothbrush still in his hand. Then:

“Brush your teeth before you say stuff like that.”

But even as he said it, his ears turned pink again. It’s ridiculous how soft he gets with you. His voice turns down a notch, and instead of his loud and boisterous attitude, he can’t help but feel calmer and relaxed around you.

Hu-min stayed the entire time. He helped you brush your teeth and wash your face. 

“C’mon, your highness,” he grumbled as he gently steered you out of the bathroom, one hand on your back. “We’ll talk in the morning, when you’re more sane, okay?”

You dropped onto the mattress like a sack of potatoes, face-first. “You’re my favorite person.”

“That’s the soju talking.”

“Nooo,” you mumbled, voice muffled by your pillow. “The soju would never lie to you.”

Hu-min laughed under his breath, but it came out more fond than amused. He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and gently tugged your tangled hair out from under your face.

Just as he stood to leave, you cracked one eye open and reached out lazily, catching the hem of his shirt.

“…Stay?”

He froze.

A beat passed.

“…No,” he said, more gently than expected. “You’re barely sober, I'll stay at your couch." He bent down, carefully swiping away stray strands of hair from your face.

You pouted. “But my bed’s cold.”

“I’ll turn up your heater dumbass” he laughed, prying your fingers off with great care.

You flopped back dramatically, already halfway to sleep again. “You’re no fun…”

“Righttt…” he muttered, walking out, “that’s definitely the problem tonight.”

He grabbed a spare blanket from your cabinet and made his way to your couch, shaking his head to himself as he lay down, arms behind his head.

Silence filled the room, broken only by your soft breathing.

Then— “…Hu-min?”

He groaned. “Yes, your highness?”

“…Don’t forget to dream about me.”

He stared at the ceiling. Then covered his face with the blanket.

“You’re so annoying.”

But under that blanket, he was smiling like an idiot.

an: Hello again, anon! I'm sooo sorry this took a while to post! Got a bit busy! But anyway, I feel like this scenario would also apply to a platonic relationship with Hu-min! (minus the romantic stuff, ofc) He's a really caring person and would definitely want to make sure his friends are okay when black out drunk.

[bullet-prooflove]

Smoke Rings: Parker Ellis x Reader

Tagging @kmc1989

Summary: Parker takes a moment to breathe up on the roof.

Sometimes during a break Parker finds herself on the roof. She enjoys the stillness as she lights up that first smoke of the evening, the fresh air on her face as she tilts her head back towards the stars. It’s beautiful up here tonight, there’s a waxing moon shining amongst the pretty pinpricks. She wishes she was out at the observatory with you, lying on a blanket and using her finger to trace each one of the constellations across your skin.   

“Those things will kill you.”

Your voice carries over the breeze and she smiles as she tips her head towards you. You’re wearing that oversized denim jacket over your blush pink scrubs. On anyone else the colour would look fucking dire but on you, they just pop. You pluck the tie out of your hair, shaking it out and it falls across your features in a way that reminds Parker of Jessica Rabbit, the first woman albeit a cartoon, that made her realise she might just be into girls.

“Not if you share.” She teases as she takes a drag. Her fingers thread through your hair, drawing you into a long awaited kiss. She blows the smoke into your mouth and you drink it down like the good girl you are before it bleeds from between your lips.

“Missed you last night.”  She murmurs as her forehead rests against yours, her nose trailing along the delicate curve of your own. “I thought we were gonna hook up but you never text back.”

“That was the plan.” You whisper, your lips brushing over hers. “But Baby Robby made an appearance in the last thirty minutes and I stayed to conduct the VSD checks with his cardiologist.  By the time I was finishing up it was sunrise and well, we both know you get a little cranky when your beauty sleep is interrupted.”

She smiles as you draw away, plucking the cigarette from between her fingers before you place it between your lips. It reminds her of that first night she kissed you outside the club, the taste of nicotine on tongue as her hands roamed up that leather dress of yours. She had no idea you were queer until that night, when she looks back she wonders how the hell she missed it.

“It’s because you hate paediatricians.” Shen had told her when she filled him in the next night. “She spent the entire last shift eyefucking you and you didn’t even register it.”

She does hate peds doctors, they’re too shiny, too happy, too vibrant. You on the other hand, you are a different breed. Battle worn is what Abbot had called you the first time Parker had laid eyes on you in the ED.

Emergency Paediatricians, they’re in a league of their own because of the shit they see, he had told her.

“I think we should have a do over.” She says, tucking her hands into the pockets of her own navy blue quilted jacket. “Come back to my place after shift and we’ll see if we can’t get into a little trouble.”

You blow out a smoke ring and Parker swipes her finger through it, turning it into a heart. You smile as you watch it evaporate and that fucking grin of yours, it makes her feel like she’s witnessing the sun explode to life for the very first time.

“That depends.” You say, blowing out another smoke ring, indicating for her to do it again. “Which one of us gets to be the bad girl this time?”

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[marigold-hills]

Your hands; mine (Stalker Remus AU) part 7

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It’s past three in the morning when Sirius falls asleep again. Not a conscious choice - he drifts off half way through telling Remus about the dataset he’s been working on at the office. It’s about marketing correlations, he said. Might as well use you as a sound board. Since you’re here.

When Remus asked who his typical listening stand-in was, Sirius said a pink rubber duck. Remus still isn’t sure if it was a joke or not.

Remus doesn’t feel the need to keep track of Sirius’ pulse this time. The worst of it seems to be behind them. Watching the steady rise-fall of Sirius’ chest where it moves with each breath is enough. Instead, he makes another cup of tea and doesn’t drink it, getting distracted instead by looking for the Wi-Fi password. He’s running very low on data. Needs to conserve it. He finds the router neatly tucked away inside of the telly cabinet. The password is written on a little laminated card next to it. The wires are all organised and secured with cable ties. It makes something inside Remus’ brain itch with pleasure.

He’s forcing himself away from Bing. Away from looking up things like

How long for a body to decompose?

When to file a missing persons report?

How to find filed missing persons reports?

He knows, despite how little sense this technology makes to him, that that’s the first step of being discovered. He’s seen Law and Order.

The local news has nothing on it about stocky men, missing or otherwise deceased. Remus refreshes the page and checks multiple websites. Then BBC, but that’s all big news about the world. He closes that quick. There’s nothing good ever to be read on BBC. The New York Times at least has crosswords, and Sudoku, and other things to occupy the mind. The BBC has death and suffering, and increasingly bad grammar.

He raids the telly cabinet again and finds a pen and some papers. He might as well work, he reasons. He can do that while counting the number of breaths per minute.

Remus has rendered countless dogs in glass, of countless breeds, but none of them does he dislike working on as much as he does pugs. It’s almost impossible not to make them look cartoonishly disfigured, with their bulging eyes and sticky-outy tongues. There’s always something so vacant in the reference photos he gets. No thoughts happening in the little brains.

He tries anyway, yet again. Sketches the dog's strange flat face over and over, until the page is filled with its likeness. Until he understands a little bit more - this is how its ear bends, this is the spot of different colour on its fur. This eye is a little more slanted than the other but it makes the dog look unnatural in the drawing.

Most of the time, owners don’t notice the peculiar uglinesses of their own dogs. They see only their cute little family-completing pet. So Remus takes liberties. Fixes up the uneven eyes and the snaggletooth.

On the sofa, Sirius sleeps easily. He turns around once to lay down on his stomach, the movement clumsy with sleep but somehow still the most graceful thing Remus has ever been granted the privilege of witnessing. That stab of want curses through him again, sharp as a new razor blade. He tells himself it’s just hunger, and grabs the sandwich he made for lunch.

It's gotten a bit squished in the pocket of his coat. The strawberry jam ripples out the side when Remus unwraps the cling film. It dribbles right onto the orange wool of his sweater vest. He likes this sweater vest - likes normal sweaters more, but it’s too warm to wear one this time of the year. He hopes the stain will come off and goes to the kitchen to dab at it with some tap water.

That seems to make it worse. The stain spreads, the wicking of the material makes the discolouration spread.

Might be a job for Remus’ Tide To Go stain remover pen. He loves his stain remover pen. It gets ample use. He’s regretting not having an emergency one to carry on his person and thinks of adding a second one to the shopping list, before he remembers he spent his allotted grocery money on a couple milkshakes and a kebab.

He doesn’t regret it. He got to feed Sirius. Maybe not by cooking, but he did provide. Sirius said he was hungry and Remus made food appear, and it was good enough to relieve the discomfort.

Remus eats half of his sandwich. The other half he puts away, wraps it back up in clingfilm and sticks it into his coat pocket. He tells himself he’ll have it for breakfast. By then, it might no longer grow in his mouth with each mastication.

On the sofa, Sirius stirs. It’s six in the morning. He opens his eyes slowly, like a cat blinking out its love at its favourite owner. Cat comparisons don’t work with Sirius, Remus thinks. There’s more of a canine to him. Brash and loyal and fierce.

On the sofa, Sirius stirs. Opens his eyes slowly, like a dog content at its favourite spot, blinking out into the world, stretching into a spot of warmth.

He looks at Remus. “Good morning,” he says. “You’re still here,” he says.

He doesn’t seem mad about it.

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Notes

yes, he uses Bing. Yes, he's wearing a sweater vest. I don't know what to tell you.

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[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: anonymous

Jerry watched as the opposing team scored the final points in the last seconds of the game. His team had lost. He knew exactly what that meant when he saw his roommate Flex looking at him smiling.

"My team won. So, I won our little bet. Time to pay up." Flex bloated with glee.

Jerry hated to lose especially since the reward was decided once one of them beat the other. "So, what is what you want from me since you won the bet?" He asked in a defeated tone.

"Well, I want to make this a little fun for me." Flex paused as he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Jerry. "Drink this first." He ordered him.

Jerry opened the small 3" bottle. He drank the contents. "Yuk, that stuff was nasty. What was it?" He asked. It tasted like rotten eggs mixed with peanut butter.

"It's all part of the surprise," Flex explained as he opened up an app on his phone. He put in the proper setting and tuned on the flashlight. "Now hold still." He added as he shone the camera light on Jerry. He watched with excitement as what he was doing was taking effect.

Jerry look up to see Flex now towering above him like a giant. "You shrunk me?!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yup, and I am going to put you in my favorite shoes and play with you while I wear them." Flex laughed. "Don't worry, you won't die. The bottle you drank gave you durability. You will survive my foot. I don't want to kill my favorite toy as you spend a whole month in my shoe." He added even more.

Jerry watched in horror as Flex grabbed him and dropped him into his stinky shoe. Before he could escape, Flex shoved his foot right in. He was immediately crushed under his foot. He didn't die as he told him. Instead, he was flattened, but still well alive. He was like an extra layer of insole under his foot.

Flex walked around in his shoes. With each step, he could feel Jerry deflate and resume form over and over. Each time it was cushioning his foot. After a whole day of wearing his shoes barefoot he removed the shoe that had Jerry in it.

"That was great. I can tell that you are the perfect foot toy and extra insole. This month is going to be a lot of fun." He rather enjoyed walking on his roommate that way.

Before Jerry could escape again, Flex quickly duct-taped him to the insole in the bottom of the shoe. "This is your home for the next thirty days. Better get used to it. Because I will be enjoying it." He saw Flex laugh as he walked away with him trapped inside his shoe at his mercy the next time he wore them.

[transformers-spike]

Update*

Starting with Cinnamon - baby had her belly shaved and examined - and I'm happy to announce none of her organs have issues! But she still refuses to drink water in the middle of summer like a little shit (affectionate). Her belly feels like a shaved alpaca

These holidays will be pretty chaotic all things considered - I'll be graduating in a few days, then I'll be traveling and helping family move (joined by my cat)

My plans regarding the holidays include:

-completing commissions (and perhaps adding a few options including bot handholding - maybe refurbish the valveplug stuff into something more interesting)

-adding a few more corrections to Bleed me dry and write that damn character analysis that's been haunting me in my dreams

-FINISH COLD SHOWER CHAPTER 2

-write more for Tell me it's alright to cry

-maybe start writing the Bleed me dry sequel (Starscream has been haunting my mind)

Although, I have been dealing with a few issues that I'll be leaving under a read more lest it turn into a vent

-I'm trying to get off one of my meds with my psychiatrist's help, and even if the process is slow, it still makes me feel like absolute shit. This coupled with the heat (and lack of AC) have made me sluggish and weak

-Writing has been causing me a ridiculous amount of anxiety for whatever reason. Even reading books I typically enjoy has just made me miserable - I used to think I needed a break from English and went back to reading in French, but it didn't change anything.

For this reason I've been collecting everyone's kind messages and storing them in a folder to look at when I'm sad. And while it does help, I think the shitty feelings will last until I find myself in a more stable mindset (hopefully until next week)

[rspberryberet]

growing pains, sammie moore x black!fem!reader

synopsis. a night out drinking with sammie

warnings. teenagers drinking moonshine, religious themes (namely christianity), war, really fluffy, hardly proofread

creds to @haonian for the divider

there you both were, away from your homes and out of the beds you should’ve been sound asleep in, sitting in the dirt and leaning up against the back the church house with your shoes kicked off. you with your thighs slightly exposed because you had bunched up your white dress and let it lie between your legs, and sammie with the sleeves of the same button-up he wore to church that holy morning rolled far up to where you could see the way his arm flexed whenever he took a swig from the bottle of moonshine.

“i gotta stop drinkin’,” you croaked as the liquor hit the back of her throat in a sharp way that made your mouth burn and your body shudder. “‘s a nasty habit.”

you shook your head at yourself, eyebrows furrowed and glossy lips parted. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, passing off the bottle to sammie. “a criminal one too.” he added before drinking, looking over at you with a slick smile and low-lidded eyes. nothing was sanctified about the way the preacher’s son looked at you then.

so blissfully adolescent you both were then, staring at the stars and wondering if there really was a god.

“you pray?” sammie questioned aimlessly, extending the bottle to you again without stripping his gaze from the night sky. you grabbed the neck of it without looking over at him, “when i got sum’n to pray ‘bout.”

“ain’t we meant to pray about everything?”

you exhaled deeply at that, looking down at your lap. “i don’t know.” you didn’t know anything anymore.

“well do ya’ believe in who you prayin’ to?”

you turned to him, “not in the god that heard my momma pray for my daddy to come home when the world was at war and ain’t do a thing… no.”

you opened up your lips slightly like you were beginning to say something but had already realized the answer. “i know you believe. you got to, preacher boy.” you overemphasized teasingly, swishing the liquor around in the bottle instead of drinking it.

“not really,” he shook his head, running his tongue against his bottom lip, deep in thought. “i ain’t got to do nothin’. grown now. grown enough ta’ have myself a drink.”

you laughed at that straight away, rolling your eyes away from him again. he put his lips up to the bottle for another sip, smiling against the glass’ rim at the sound of your laughter. “you don’t even believe that, boy. we not even supposed to be havin’ it.” she reminded.

there was a comfortable silence surrounding you both for a moment there. your bodies were buzzing and the liquor had loosened up your lips just enough to say a fraction of the things you thought about one another.

“i think,” you started, putting the drink on the ground between the two when he handed to it you again. “that if god is real. if he’s true, that he in the dirty places and unholy things. like- i feel all… holy when you play that worldly music you like after church, when it’s jus’ you, me, ‘n prolly god in there, and your daddy ain’t around-“

you paused, probably to collect your words, but you couldn’t find them.

“that’s… when i feel like i believe.” you finished, but sammie could tell that there was more that she wanted to say. “tha’s a real poetic way to put it.” he nodded slowly.

you picked the bottle up, finishing off the rest of the moonshine. “help me up.” you mumbled, holding out your arms. he pulled himself up first, then stood in front of you to grab your outstretched hands and tugged you gently upwards. you stumbled towards him as you got up, giggling like you was still a schoolgirl.

his body caught you but you anchored yourself on (in) him even after your stance stabilized. your arms weaved around his torso loosely and he let you rest your drunken head on his chest for however long you needed to, unsure arms lingering just around your body, not near enough to really hold you. as if he didn’t know what to do with his hands anymore.

you let out a contented hum when his arms closed in around you finally. “i pray ‘bout you.” he said into your ear, voice all slow and sweet like molasses.

“i pray for you too. every night.”

that was hardly what he meant, but he let it slide just how he seemed to do with everything you did.

he ain’t just pray for you— but about you. prayed that there really was a heaven and that if there was, he’d be let in just so he could be with you again when you both passed on. prayed that you knew all his love songs were about you.

prayed that he and you weren’t just another part of growing up, that you wouldn’t fade along with the growing pains.

[clubrevenant]

bex let out a soft laugh — low and warm, like it came from somewhere honest. she tilted her glass in a kind of toast, not to the drink, but to that — the quiet confidence tucked inside signe’s self-effacing charm. “oh, sweetheart,” she said, her smirk tugging just a little deeper now, “you’re doing way better than you think.” she took another sip of her drink, let the burn settle. there was something about signe that was disarming in a way bex didn’t quite expect — not naive, not helpless, just... real. genuine in a sea of people trying too hard to look like they weren’t. “and for the record?” bex leaned in slightly, elbows braced on the bar, voice dropping just under the pulse of the bass. “you designed that?” her brows lifted, impressed this time without even trying to hide it. “okay, that’s badass. you’ve officially got more talent in one satin hem than half the dudes in here trying to pass off an outfit they thrifted from their ex.” she flicked a glance out toward the crowd, then back to signe. “but i get it. first time walking in here? it can feel like everyone’s already in on something you missed the memo for.” her voice softened a bit, her gaze losing some of its habitual edge. “but you didn’t miss a thing. trust me — the place is a lot more welcoming once you stop trying to impress it and just… let it impress you.” bex’s drink clinked lightly as she set it down, then nudged it an inch away, turning to face signe more fully. “so what’s your thing, then?” she asked, chin tipping in casual curiosity. “designer by trade? or just happen to be casually brilliant with a sewing machine and no impulse control?” she grinned, teasing but not biting. “’cause either way, you’ve got people looking. and not just ‘cause of the discount.” she let that hang for a moment, before adding — with a wink and a little tilt of her head toward the dance floor — “if you’re not planning on breaking hearts, you might still end up doing it by accident. just try not to start with mine, yeah?”

Signe   offered   the   woman   beside   her   a   shy   smile,   her   pride   at   being   complimented   for   her   dress   lengthening   her   spine.   Her   fingers   toyed   with   the   hem   of   her   dress,   smoothing   the   fabric   as   if   to   acknowledge   the   compliment   without   letting   it   go   to   her   head.   "Honestly?   I   wasn't   sure,"   she   admitted   with   a   self-conscious   laugh.   "I   think   I   spent   more   time   trying   to   figure   out   if   this   worked   for   the   discount   than   I   did   designing   the   dress,"   Signe   joked,   offering   the   other   a   shy   smile.   Her   eyes   widened   as   the   woman   signaled   the   bartender.   "Oh,   you   didn't—"   she   started,   then   stopped   herself   as   the   bartender   simply   acknowledged   her   request   and   moved   right   along.   "Thank   you,"   she   murmured   with   a   slight   bow   of   her   head.   "I   think   this   is   my   first   time   actually   in   Magenta,"   she   added,   lifting   her   drink   to   her   lips   for   a   long   sip. "I've   walked   past   this   place   a   hundred   times,   but   never   had   a   reason   to   come   in."   Signe   didn't   know   how   accurate   of   a   statement   that   was,   she   was   certain   there   would   have   been   plenty   of   excuses   to   find   herself   at   Magenta.   She   scanned   the   room,   taking   in   the   pink   haze,   the   pulse   of   the   music   and   the   soft   edges   of   laughter   and   clinking   glasses   before   looking   back   at   the   other.   "I   wasn't   exactly   planning   on   breaking   any   hearts.   Just   wanted   to   show   off   my   hard   work,"   she   said,   gesturing   to   her   outfit.   Signe's   hand   circled   her   drink   and   she   brought   it   to   her   lips.   "But   hey,   if   it   gets   me   ten   percent   off   and   a   compliment   from   clearly   the   coolest   woman   in   the   building,   I   think   I'm   already   doing   better   than   I   expected."

[fisheito]

... peace on planet bottom, then there's whatever this is

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[lawboymagicshow]

04x17: It's a Terrible Life, Supernatural

[chronicallydragons]

I doom scrolled too long today, so if you're seeing this, tell me something good that happened to you today

[itspileofgoodthings]

also re: my last post (ran out of room) this is why cards and letters and words of affirmation from the kids are so important to me. not (just) because it’s like “oh they like me” but because it’s like “oh they got something”

[butterrdream]

🎨Commissioned art from raezoo

I don't think I've talked about it yet but unfortunately (/lh) these two are the type to be obnoxious and spoonfeed/handfeed each other during meals. Sharing food is a love language of theirs and stealing food is also one of Reborn's (he'll always say it tastes better that way much to her annoyance). They'll even do it out of habit when others are around without realizing it. Well... Reborn realizes it and just doesn't care. Apple does care and... Apologies in advance to anyone who is forced to witness their PDA 🙇🏻‍♀️