#(💕) visitors

[marciavalance]

i love her so much 🙁

[crystallizsch]

okay so this is very random but. i was doing the dishes and cleaning my little sister's lunchbox and it had a pic of Anna and Elsa with a purple background and i deadass just went "wow.... Yuusha merch"

idk i just thought you should know 😭

HDBDJSJSJ YUUSHA MERCH 😭😭😭 algy that’s SUCH a funny concept to me i love it-

marketable yuusha frozen merch ,,,,

[ask-bad-end-sunny]

"Hm? Oh! So sorry about that, I was just resting my eyes there, along with my little brother!"

"But, of course! Feel free to stay as long as you'd like! I have some snacks here, if you'd like any. Make yourself comfortable!"

"...There's cards too...if you like to play cards..."

[dark-visitors]

TYNID SOULMATE AU where your soulmates scars show up on your body but ONLY THE ONES CAUSED BY YOUR SOULMATE!!!

I mean 👀 it’s right there.

Wednesday’s the one who puts the pieces together after Enid swears Tyler never got a direct hit to her face and a recently escaped Tyler just so happens to have scars identical to Enid’s.

Though she refuses to tell either of them. Not because she’s jealous or anything. That’s ridiculous. Tyler means nothing to her, she hasn’t turned him into the police for vengeance reasons not because she still has feelings for him and Enid’s… prettier than she remembers but she’s also pink and they’re only friends because she saved her life after her brain washed almost boyfriend tried to kill her - read: she’s so fucking jealous. “They aren’t ready to know the truth, Thing. It’s best I keep this information for myself” (Thing calls bullshit).

But eventually they find out anyway. And they’re both like… “wtf” because they’ve both been crushing on Wednesday for months, but now it turns out they have a soulmate and it’s the person they had a spontaneous monster death match with literally last year. But they’re forced to work together (with wends) because people are hunting Tyler down and Enid might not like Tyler very much but they can have her soulmate over her dead body.

AND THEN THEY FALL IN LOVE IN THE MOST GLORIOUS ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARK MY MIDNIGHT HALLUCINATIONS CAN COME UP WITH AND WEDNESDAY IS SO JEALOUS THAT SHE ISN’T EVEN DENYING IT ANYMORE

That is until one night Enid jokes that they must be soulmates because they have the same type aka unhinged goth girls. And Tyler’s like “wait, if you like Wednesday and I like Wednesday and we’re soulmates… you don’t think that means…” and Wednesday who was eavesdropping on their private conversations (definitely not hoping that they’d make out and she could watch) appears ominously behind them and is like “you both should stab me with your claws. Not that I care but if I’m to be stuck with you idiots for the rest of my life I’d like know now… also I love you.”

AND THEY DO! (after some heavy convincing “fuck you, stop being a pussy and just do it”)

THEY’RE ALL SOULMATES

MY FAV POLY-TRIAD SETS SAIL

WYCLAIR ENDGAME

THE END

[fiddlehead-soup]

[hopecomesbacktolife]

where’s that one post (maybe a tweet from a few years ago? I’m not sure) that’s like

“women if you ever feel down about yourself or your appearance as you age just remember that somewhere out there a 20-something lesbian is getting heart palpitations at the thought of kissing your hand”

because like my god it’s so true

[crystallizsch]

Hi 👋

omg hi hi 😳👋 the way i just raided your artemisia and artemil tag anyways she's SO cute 🥺💕💖 i really like her,,,

[crystallizsch]

Hello👋🏻

I'm having a lack of ideas for sketches atm so! I've decided to draw some mutuals' ocs and Yuusha came to my mind💙 hope you like these sketches🤧

SKKSMSMSKS GHDSKL MAH HI HELLO HI WHAT !!!!!!????? IM-- D SFJKLSDHKDFS;A GIGGLING SCREAMING CRYING LOSING IT GJKSDLAFLLKJ

THIS IS SUCH A SURPRISE????? IM --

^^ WHATEVER EMOTIONS ALL OF THESE ARE IM FEELING IT BUT TENFOLD AND MORE

LOCAL COLLEGE STUDENT SOBBING IN THE MIDDLE OF A LECTURE HALL CAUGHT IN 4K GET ME OUT OF HERE

ANYWAYS MAH HI THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺💕💖💖💖💖💖

I JUST LOV IM -- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ,,,, I LOVE THEM ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

the wayyy,, the WAY THEY'RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER???? THEYRE SOOOOO OUGHGHJDSDSFHDS I CANT HANDLE IT IM LOSING IT I AM LITERALLY CATCHING MYSELF PHYSICALLY SMILING

AND IT'S THEM -- DANCING

THEY JUST LOOK SO SOFTTT IM SOBBINGJDF I AM IN COMPLETE SHAMBLES AUGHGH HELP ME IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS

and the way you drew them im just 😭😭😭💖💖💖 your art style i love it so much im devouring it rn rn

hgrrhsdfhdskfd im just. gonna. hold them gently ,,,, then shaking them violently with affection hrrngh this is so cute, this is so cute aghdslfjksdlkj im crying sobbing rolling on the floor 😭😭😭😭💖💕💖💖💖💖💕💖💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💕

THANK YOU AGAIN SO SO MUCH THIS'LL BE ON MY MIND FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG

AND ALSO I DIDNT FORGET THE SILLIES ;;;;;

damali 🤝 yuusha tormenting jamil

(i think theyd be besties but idk idk 🤧🤧🤧)

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

Hung The Stars - Dr. Jack Abbot x wife!reader

Summary: 680ish words. The third Abbot child is earthside. Companion piece to Off-Duty.

Warnings: pregnancy and birth. References to prior delivery complications (kind of). Family fluff!!!

a/n: The Abbot family, back by popular demand. Divider credit 💕

Cassiopeia’s birth was uneventful.

Well. As uneventful as a birth could be.

Save for the fact that you threatened to give Jack a vasectomy yourself, it was just peachy.

In all honesty, compared to the twins’ birth, it was a walk through the park. On shards of glass.

This time around, you made sure to tell your husband when your contractions started. With Jacob and Ellie, you severely underestimated how quickly you would advance to 10 centimeters dilation and 100% effacement. Almost four years ago, at 34 weeks pregnant, you had convinced yourself that they were just Braxton Hicks contractions. It was way too early for the twins to come, you thought.

Wrong.

Robby ended up delivering your babies in PTMC’s ambulance bay. Which, believe it or not, was not part of your birth plan. They stayed in the NICU for a couple of weeks to gain weight and monitor lung development, but were otherwise healthy babies. Jack had somehow pulled some strings with administration for the two of you to have a reserved on-call room on the same floor as the NICU for the duration of Ellie and Jacob’s stay. You spent as much time as possible with your babies, except for when Dana practically forced you and your husband to go home for some actual rest while she promised to stay with the babies.

Cassiopeia chose to hang around for a bit longer. At 40 weeks and 5 days, you demanded an induction.

“Jack Abbot, I swear to all that is Holy, I’m gonna neuter you myself.” You yelled during a particularly harsh contraction. Jack had to muster up his entire career of military training and medical poker face to keep from laughing. If he laughed right now, he was positive he’d be six feet under by the end of shift change.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead and was met with a glare. He knew you didn’t mean any of the aggression, at least not entirely. He would probably also be hostile if he was pushing a watermelon-sized being out of a lemon-size hole.

Your daughter came out kicking and screaming, fierce as all get-out.

Jack’s warm, salty tears mixed with yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, cradling his girls once your daughter was placed on your chest.

“I love you both so much.”

Ellie was so excited to meet her younger sister.

“I can paint her nails too!” She skipped around the delivery room.

“Eventually, yes baby,” You promised as you hugged your first born. Jack cradled the baby against his bare chest. He looked at her like she hung the stars, so much love and adoration in his glassy eyes.

Jacob was not as pleased. You and your husband had to have the difficult Having a new baby doesn’t mean we love you any less conversation. Reasoning with the toddler was not very successful.

“Do you want to help decorate her nursery?” Jack bargained. Jacob pondered the offer before his tiny little face scrunched with determination.

“Only if there can be dinosaurs!”

“Yeah, buddy. We can get some dinosaurs in the nursery,” Jack chuckled and you agreed, eyes fluttering shut as you finally drifted off to sleep.

Jack Abbot was protective of his family. If you said you didn’t want visitors for the first 24 hours, he would set up a blockade outside the door to keep anyone from entering. 

Robby, Heather, and Dana were respectful of your wishes. Baby Cassie was born at 14:06 on a Tuesday. The following Wednesday, at 14:07, a knock sounded at the door.

In rolled the Pitt staff with more flowers and balloons than the room could accommodate.

Most importantly, Robby had your favorite order from McDonald’s grasped in his hand. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Cassie had just finished feeding and was down for a nap. Nobody dared to disturb the infant, but they all cooed at the swaddled baby in her bassinet.

One thing was for certain—the Abbot children would always know love.

a/n: I'm so glad ppl love the Abbot family as much as I do :) Please let me know what you think! Reblogs & comments keep me motivated <3

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[crystallizsch]

The Artemil vibe

LMAO???? artemisia omg what did she say to jamil 😭😭😭 (jamil whatever she said you better flirt back or something idk dont embarrass her further or it's your ass i'm after 🔪)

ALSO did i ever mention i love the swan / snake combo so much??? 💖💕💖💕🫶 the contrast feels cool i don't know how to explain it properly 😭

like maybe- something something dangerous land noodle + an ethereal feathered beauty on water-

[lisastwart3]

Looks like my little one wasn’t expecting visitors! But babies don’t get to decide when Mommy invites her friends over. Don’t worry, sweetheart, they already know you need your diapers. Now be a good baby and suck on your paci while Mommy chats. Maybe if you’re extra cute, they’ll even help change you later! 💕🍼👶

[celilasart]

Merthur Glompfest 2025:

The Court Sorcerer and the King

Between Arthur's duties as king, the diplomatic visitors to the castle, the yearly tournament at Camelot, and Merlin's obligations as Court Sorcerer, Arthur does not remember when he last had time to spend with Merlin. Now, a visiting nobel seems to have set his eyes on his Court Sorcerer. And to top it all off, this nobel is showering Merlin with trinkets?! Since when does Merlin like overly ornate jewlery anyway? Not to be outdone, Arthur goes on a mission to find the perfect wooing gifts. Meanwhile, Merlin is working on a month-long protection ritual for which he has to continuously wear an annoyingly heavy, intricate torque and golden bracelets, mutter spells from dawn till dusk, and place runes in strategic spots throughout town. He can't wait for this to be over. Also: What's with all these baubles that keep showing up in his chambers? He hasn't felt any dark magic, but who knows, maybe he better talk to Gaius. -- This illustration depicts what happens once Arthur is tournament champion, Merlin has completed the protection ritual in a breathtaking spectacle for all to see, and the nobel is long forgotten.

My glompee’s gorgeous prompt deserved a 50k fic or at least a gigantic comic. Unfortunately time did not permit, so all I can offer is this illustration. DarKymi, I hope you enjoy! 💕

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Viktor with 98, 71 (public), 17 (breasts, ass and thighs) and 44 please

What happens underwater... - Viktor x Reader

Summary: There’s nothing quite as relaxing as a nice, quiet morning at the spa; but Viktor really enjoys making things more challenging for you.

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning: Explicit (PwP)

Tags: Cockwarming, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Jacuzzi Sex, Lap Sex, Dom/Sub dynamics, Viktor Has a Big Cock, Curvy!Reader

Collection: ❤️🌹Peach’s Arcane Valentine's Day 2025❤️🌹

Notes: First work of my personal Arcane Valentine's Day Event for 2025! I definitely went way overboard for a one-shot that was supposed to be around 1K max (and it will absolutely happen again 🤡), but I’ve been dreaming of writing a jacuzzi fic for Viktor for SO long, I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this. Anyway, enjoy, sweethearts 💕!!

“Ahh…” you moan wantonly when your legs enter the warm water, feeling the tension in your muscles vanish with the clouds of steam.

“Careful,” Viktor smirks, already seated in the large whirlpool. He's settled in quite comfortably, lithe arms resting on the cool, faux marble edge. “We would not want other visitors to think we are doing anything… inappropriate here.”

You throw him a mocking glare, making it a point to let out an even louder moan of satisfaction once your body is fully submerged in water, closing your eyes. It's heavenly: the closed room is equipped with low, dim lights, creating the illusion of being surrounded by dozens of candles. The smell of eucalyptus in the air is calming and familiar, filling your nostrils with a comforting herbal scent. Even the gentle wiring sound of the bubbling water jets is pleasant—a low, rhythmic rumble that echoes through you, dissolving the tension in every muscle.

“And that's why I booked a Tuesday morning spot,” you reply with a deep inhale, letting the perfume of the essential oils tickle your nose. Your eyes flutter open slowly, a lazy grin spreading across your lips as you glance over at him “There’s no one else here. Just us.”

The way his amber eyes twinkle with amusement leaves no doubt; he understands the implication very clearly.

Neither quite walking nor swimming, you drift towards him, the water guiding your movements until your legs brush softly against his. Leaning forward, you kiss him softly, leisurely, and he responds in kind, without any urge or signs of hurry. Had you known that a simple visit to the spa was all it took to dissolve his relentless need to be productive, you would have brought him here the day you met.

You pull away, just enough to let your breath ghost over his face, cocking your head impishly.

“Is there any space left for me to sit?” you wonder out loud with a playful grin.

He hums, pretending to be deep in thought as he looks around the completely empty room.

“I am not quite sure we can accommodate you. I will discuss with the rest of my large group of hydrotherapy enthusiasts, and we will come back to you with an answer in…” he pauses to look at an imaginary watch on his wrist, glancing up mockingly, “… five to ten business days.”

You snort, splashing him with some water to retaliate, and he laughs as he raises an arm to protect his face. It’s a contagious sound, that laugh—the kind that makes you feel light and bubbly, and that leaves you with a craving for more. You can't help kissing him again, this time messier, your tongues caught in a languid and drowsy battle of dominance.

Viktor always tastes sweet, the usual, intimate flavour of his morning sweet milk and jam toast lingering in his mouth. He’s addictive, and you’re insatiable. The thought that you want to indulge in him like dessert, to devour him, is roaring in the back of your mind persistently; but the warmth surrounding both of your bodies is making you too lethargic to quicken the pace. Instead, you opt for making the kiss more wet, pressing your chest against his.

He sighs in approval against your lips. Few things can weaken Viktor's steely focus, especially when he’s working, but your breasts are certainly one of them. He’s coy about it, but he never misses an opportunity to touch them, to rest his head on them after a hard day, to knead them with his fingers to feel their weight and hear you cry for him. The curves of your body never fail to unravel him.

He's slightly breathless when you pull away, his face tinted a pretty shade of red, highlighting just a hint of pale freckles on his cheeks. You'd make a sly remark about it, and the adorable boyish look they give him, but he'd blame it on the heat—prideful as he is.

“Would you look at that,” he comments, voice almost a sigh, eyes sparkling with hypnotic wit. “It would appear a special spot has opened up for you, right here.”

He nods casually to his lap, abandoning any pretence of innocence, and you don't hesitate for a second. You settle onto his thighs, your legs tucking snugly behind his back, locking you in place with effortless intimacy. Viktor has always revelled in the weightlessness of water, in how effortlessly his limbs move in its embrace. More than that, he loves how it lets him hold you in ways he never could on solid ground—the full weight of your body resting on his, your ass seated comfortably against his crotch.

“Lucky me,” you smile as you wrap your arms around him, the tip of your fingers tracing the sharp shapes of his back expertly. The valleys of faded scars, the slight hint of pedicle screws underneath his skin, the star-like clusters of moles—it’s all so familiar to you, a work of art you’ve studied with your touch dozens, no, hundreds of times. His hands find your waist with the same practiced ease, beckoning you closer.

It's so rare to have him like this, so wholly yours, without the weight of looming deadlines and the relentless pressure for success he places on himself. You want to enjoy this moment to its full extent, savour each second, sink into him like the notion of time itself has dissolved in these temperate waters.

But the need to enjoy him and his body to their full extent is greater; you start lightly grinding against him, letting the tidal motion of the jets bring you back and fort.

“I… am beginning to feel like you may not have brought me here out of the purest of intentions,” he smirks, voice low, his hands smoothly gliding under the fabric of your swimsuit. He squeezes the fat of your ass almost punishingly, sinking into your skin. “I thought this was meant to help my joint pain.”

“You're one to talk,” you raise an eyebrow challengingly. You grind down against him once, hard—and he immediately curses under his breath.

He loves to pretend that nothing ever gets to him, that he’s untouchable beneath his carefully crafted composure. But you know better. You know him. And right now, his body can’t keep up with the pretense that he’s unaffected: his already half-hard cock is poking you insistently under his swim trunks, and he’s not petty enough to try and deny it.

“And since when can't you multi-task?” you grin with satisfaction.

He scoffs, like he’s almost insulted, but the smile tugging on his lips sings a different tune.

“You are incorrigible,” he reprimands you, his fingers digging assertively into your supple flesh; you can tell you’ll find dark bruises there in the shapes of his digits tomorrow. A familiar pull, deep in your lower stomach, begins to make itself known, and you whine pitifully to encourage him to press harder.

“But…” he adds nonchalantly, “I did come here to relax, and I intend to do just that.”

He releases his grip on your cheeks, and you let out an indignant moan of protest. Yes, it's pathetic and shameless, but no one else is here to hear how easily you’re always ready to beg for him. And Viktor loves hearing you beg.

He tuts at your eagerness, one hand coming up to hold your chin, touch gentle, but firm, dominant, golden stare burning into you.

“I have never said you could not help me relax.”

Thank fucking God—because if the heat of the scalding vapour hadn’t made you implode soon, the cruel lack of his length inside you would have finished the job. Could anyone blame you? There’s hardly any other place in the world more steeped in romance and sensuality than a jacuzzi, the air thick with warmth and electricity. And with how Viktor's sharp gaze never draws far from your generously revealing bikini top, you know he wants you just as much as you want him.

The cherry on top? There's no one else here to prevent him from fucking you utterly stupid right inside the whirlpool.

You slide the bottom of your swimsuit to the side with little ceremony, giving his roaming hand easier access under the water. The first finger feels intimate and cozy as it pushes in, and you'd hump it with abandon if it wasn't for Viktor's other hand holding your thigh down decidedly. He seems to find your squirming amusing, toying with your walls as he observes every little tremor that goes through your body.

“Viktor…c'mon on…” you complain. You know he can feel the oily texture of lube inside you, that he can easily tell you've prepared yourself specifically for this, but the teasing has always been his favourite part, and he doesn't seem willing to part ways with it now.

“Why the hurry? Are we not allowed to stay here for another two hours?” he asks, irony laced in his voice as the long finger curves inside you with precision, and hits a peculiarly sensitive spot. You pressed your lips closed, refusing to give him more ammunition.

“So you can fuck me for the next two hours, that’s why,” you argue, biting, and he raises his free hand in surrender, the cockiness evident in his features.

“Well, who am I to deny you?

His finger vanishes almost instantly, leaving you with a vague, aching emptiness, but the promise of what you truly want coming next. His expectant gaze and deliberate stillness make it clear—he’s waiting for you to do all the heavy lifting while he simply enjoys the moment, in total control, without ever moving a muscle.

And you do just that, without a word of protest, because there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him when he looks at you with those honeyed eyes and that syrupy smile. Maneuvering quickly, you lower your thong with one hand and bring his cock out of his swimming shorts with the other, stroking his length with a firm grip as you align it with your warmth. He hums, pleased, his eyes fluttering close, and you take it as a sign to forgo any additional foreplay.

You moan in unison when he finally enters you, the stretch pleasantly different underwater than above, like the warmth makes you looser and easier to penetrate. When he’s fully inside you, the thickness of your ass flushed against his bony hips, there isn’t a single doubt in your mind this is a place you were always meant to be. In this city, in this spa, in this whirlpool, sitting on this man’s lap and filled with his cock.

Fuck, you want him. You really, really want him.

With a shaky breath, you place your hands on the solid edge behind him, ready to start bouncing up and down his length with abandon, when suddenly the sharp sound of knocking echoes through the room.

The both of you freeze, Viktor’s eyes shooting open.

A second knock. A third.

“Hello?” comes a man’s voice from the other side of the door. You gape at the thankfully still-closed entrance, your breath caught in your throat. Panic spikes through you as you whip your gaze to Viktor—only to find him utterly unfazed, his expression unreadable, as if the thought of being caught like this is of no concern to him at all.

Before you get a chance to move off him, Viktor’s hands grip your thighs, pointedly holding them down against him. You look at him with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, but his eyes hold yours challengingly, dark and lustful.

“Stay on my lap,” he whispers, voice deep.

“Viktor-” you begin, but he kisses the rest of the sentence away.

“Relax,” he shushes you, the word comforting, but his tone nothing short of a clear order. A steady hand guides your head into the crook of his neck, shielding your face from view. His voice dips lower, quiet but firm. “Don't move until I say you can.”

There’s no time left for debate; you close your eyes and bury your face deep against Viktor as you hear the door to the room slide open.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” resonates the loud voice of an older man from the entryway, the raspiness of cigarette smoke audible in his speech. “I didn’t think there’d be anyone this early, I can come back later.”

Viktor must sense how you've stiffened against him at the mere sound of the man’s voice, his fingers massaging the fat of your thighs reassuringly. You're paralyzed with fear, but you exactly deny the electric feeling that’s coursing through your body as you clench tightly around Viktor's cock, and chances are, he’s very aware of it. You can hear the smirk in his tone when he speaks up.

“No, no, there is no need for that,” Viktor replies smoothly, his tone as effortlessly composed as ever. “My jacuzzi partner has fallen quite deeply asleep. I would enjoy some light conversation.”

Oh, you piece of shit. You curse him mentally, your heart pounding in your throat. He’s effectively cut off any chance of escape, trapping you in this cruel, maddening game. The dim lighting, the bubbling jets, the shifting water—there’s almost no way the stranger could see anything beneath the surface. Almost. And that’s exactly the thrill Viktor is playing with.

It’s not about certainty; it’s about the maybe—the razor-thin chance that you could get caught if you so much as shift, if you make even the faintest sound. And that knowledge, the unbearable tension of it, is exactly what he’s savouring. You feel him throb against your walls, clearly pleased with the way the situation is unfolding as you hear the stranger’s footsteps draw closer to the whirlpool. You hear the faint splash of movement, then feel it—the ripple of the water shifting around you as the man steps in. Your breath stills, every nerve in your body on high alert, yet Viktor stays maddeningly still, as if he’s about to engage in a friendly little chat and not balls deep inside you right underneath the surface.

He's effortlessly turned you into a glorified cockwarmer, a pretty cocksleeve who can do nothing, but take him silently as he begins casually chatting with the older man. He’s a fucking evil genius.

“Nothin’ better to relax than this, that’s what I always say,” the stranger boasts. “I can stay hours without moving a muscle.”

Viktor hums, thoughtful, his grip just a little firmer, as if you needed any more reminders that he’s completely in control of you right now. “Actually, that sounds like a nice idea,” he muses, his voice smooth, lazy. “I think I will try doing that myself.”

You can’t see the expression on his face, but really you don’t need to. You can feel the amusement radiating from him, the twitching of his rock-hard cock deeply nestled into you. And as the stranger settles in, oblivious, you realize that Viktor has absolutely no intention of letting you move anytime soon.

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[thatdammchickennugget]

The Hottest One

pairing -firefighter!james potter x fem!reader

summary - your friend dares you to give cookies to the hottest firefighter

warnings - none

wordcount - 1k

a/n - inspired by this tiktok 💕

masterlist

The fire station is just a few steps away now, and you’re already starting to regret this whole thing. Your friends had a wicked sense of humor, and that’s exactly how you ended up here, holding a tin of freshly baked cookies, your heart beating a little too fast.

“It’ll be fun,” they said, giggling over drinks. “Just ring the bell, tell them you brought cookies, and ask for the hottest one. Come on, how hard could it be?”

Apparently, harder than you thought. You’re not even inside yet, and your nerves are threatening to send you running in the opposite direction. But you made a promise—no backing out. So, you muster all your courage, march up to the intercom next to the entrance, and press the button. There’s a brief, crackling silence before a voice comes through.

“Fire Station 7, how can I help you?” The voice is female, warm, and friendly, and you can hear a hint of curiosity, probably because they’re not used to getting unexpected visitors on a lazy afternoon.

“Uh, hi!” you start, sounding way too enthusiastic. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “I’m here because… um, I brought cookies.”

There’s a pause, then a little laugh on the other end. “Cookies, huh? Well, that’s new. Any particular reason?”

You try to swallow down your embarrassment. “It’s… a dare. From my friends. The cookies are still warm.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then the woman on the intercom bursts out laughing. It’s not unkind; if anything, she sounds delighted. “Well, I can’t say no to that.”

You hear a muffled conversation in the background, but it’s hard to make out the words. After a moment, the voice returns. “Alright, we’re sending someone down. Just wait right there.” 

“Can you make sure it’s a hot one?” you blurt out before you can freeze up.

She laughs again and when she speaks again, there’s a slight teasing edge to her tone. “I’ll make sure it’s the hottest one.”

Your stomach flips. Oh no, what did I just sign myself up for?

You stand there, fidgeting with the tin of cookies, glancing nervously around the front of the building. It’s warm out, and you can feel the sun on your skin, but it does nothing to stop the nervous chill running down your spine. This whole thing is ridiculous—what if they laugh at you? What if they—

The door swings open, and you nearly drop the cookies.

Standing in the doorway is a guy who looks like he just stepped off a movie poster. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair that falls messily over his forehead, and a pair of round glasses that somehow only make him look even more charming. He’s wearing the dark blue uniform of the station, and there’s a slightly amused smile playing on his lips as he looks at you, eyebrows raised.

“So,” he says, his voice smooth and warm, “I hear there are cookies involved.”

You try not to stare, but it’s hard when he’s right there, looking exactly like the kind of guy you’d imagine when someone says “the hottest firefighter.” He’s got a boyish grin, like he’s in on some inside joke, and the way he leans casually against the doorframe makes it seem like this sort of thing happens every day.

“I—yeah, I, um…” You clear your throat, realizing you’ve been gaping at him. “I brought cookies. It was, uh, a dare.” You force a smile, trying to salvage whatever confidence you have left. “They said I had to give them to the hottest firefighter, so… here I am.”

The guy’s smile grows, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Well, I’m glad to know I made the cut.” He steps forward, his gaze flicking down to the tin in your hands. “I’m James, by the way.”

You tell him your name, trying not to stutter. “Nice to meet you.”

He repeats your name under his breath, like he’s testing how it sounds, and there’s something about the way he says it that makes your heart skip. “I’ve got to say, this is the best dare I’ve heard of in a while. Usually, people just come by for a tour or to ask for directions.”

You laugh, a little surprised by how easy it feels. “Well, I like to be original.”

“I can see that.” He takes the tin from you, his fingers brushing against yours for just a second, and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t miss the way you flinch at the contact. “And what kind of cookies are these, exactly?”

“Chocolate chip,” you say, relieved to be talking about something normal. “With a little bit of sea salt on top. It’s supposed to make them taste better.”

“Oh, I’m sold.” He opens the tin, glancing down at the cookies, then back up at you. “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to bribe your way out of a parking ticket, would you? Because if so, I don’t think I have the authority to make that disappear.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, no bribing. Just fulfilling a dare and hoping not to make a complete fool of myself.”

James looks at you for a moment, then grins. “Well, if it helps, I’m flattered. And I think I should let you know that my shift ends in about an hour.” He tilts his head slightly, still holding that infuriatingly charming smile. “If you’re around, maybe I could return the favor by grabbing a coffee or something?”

You blink, caught off guard by how casual he sounds. “I—yeah, that sounds… that sounds nice.”

“Great,” he says, and he’s still smiling as he backs up, holding the tin carefully in one hand. “I’ll see you then, love. And thanks for the cookies.”

You stand there, feeling like you’re stuck in some kind of strange dream, and as the door starts to close, you hear someone calling out from inside.

“Oi, Prongs! Who got you all flustered?”

A dark-haired guy with a mischievous grin pokes his head around the doorframe, and James just rolls his eyes, turning to give him a quick shove. 

You can’t help but smile as the door closes, blocking out the sound of their banter. Your heart’s still pounding, but for once, it’s not just from nerves. Maybe your friends were onto something after all—maybe a dare was exactly what you needed.

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Bueno, voy a escribir esto en español solo por capricho, solo para hacerte saber que hay hispanohablantes que te siguen. 💕 ¿Puedes despotricar por favor sobre los headcanons que tienes sobre Dean y Cas? Me encanta tu cuenta por el contenido humorístico y los HERMOSOS dibujos, muerte a la angustia, love you.

Spanish-speaking community, you are precious to me

You wanna know what I wanna rant about when it comes to Destiel Domestic life? House rules

This mostly applies to my BTTF AU, but HEAR ME OUT

Dean and Cas living alone together in a nice cozy home would need RULES. Ground rules these two follow because at the end of the day, they like a certain order to things

The first rule is not to disturb when sleeping. This goes both ways, but for different reasons. For Cas, it's because Dean is still an angry sleeper. The more Cas struggles to get out of his arms, the tighter Dean's hold gets, and it stops being cute and starts getting annoying when he starts to roll over. For Dean, it's because he's a lil hypocrite and secretly watches Cas sleep if he wakes up first. Thinks it's still weird to see Cas sleeping, and likes taking the time to appreciate the slowness of it all.

Rule 3 is housework. Dean is a nester. The second the house becomes his, he starts making everything as comfortable and homey as possible. The man likes his shit a certain way. He likes to cook, likes to fix up stuff, likes to do yard work. Castiel maintains that shit like it's his life's mission. He does the laundry, the dishes, and the vacuuming. He deep cleans the house. He maintains the home through the night the way Dean likes it, because it's the way Cas likes it too. It's reliable, it's stable, it's their home, and Cas wants it to feel that way all the time

Rule 8 is for visitors. There are only specific parts of the house and yard that guests are allowed in, because everything else is Cas and Dean's (And Miracle's). There's the guest rooms, the dining room, the living room, the porch, and the grassiest parts of the backyard. Everything else? Private. Dean's garage is his sanctuary of quiet. Cas's garden is his own little heaven. The Dean Cave is just as sacred as their bedroom. Keep out at all costs or get your ass kicked.

Rule 2. Sex.

Rule 10 is cooking. I firmly believe that Dean would teach Cas how to cook, but Cas would develop a love for baking. They take turns on who cooks that day, who cooks for events, and stuff. They do groceries together, Cas uses what he grows in the garden, Dean stocks up on meats. They make it a rule that Cas has to try something new once a week because he hates most foods, while Dean has to eat healthier.

There's more stuff I'd love to rant about, but really, I just love the idea of their domestic life being so chill and cozy. They go on road trips every month. They're just old and happy to be together. Their kids visit with new stories every other week

Life is good

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Hiya! I hope you don’t mind me dropping in! I was wondering what your Ramshackle duo would think of Ellis!

side note, Yuusha and Ellis both interacting at the glimmering soirée could be fun as well!

aaah hi hi!!! i don't mind at all!! sorry this took a bit, i wanted to finish my cards for your fan event before i drop their groovies afterward B]

ANYWAYS -

first of all actually i really love the princess-y vibes ellis has!! (which should be obvious bc she's based on aurora and belle) and reading about her she just sounds so really sweet and her design is pretty 🥺💖💕

also!! i love her eng va being cherami leigh bc i knew about her first through lucy fairy tail and i have a soft spot for that anime due to it being one of my first ones.

yuuna's thoughts ━━━━━━✦

besties! full stop. yuuna loves people who share their love for sweets.

and i believe they'd get along with her due to ellis' positive personality (and the fact that she's willing to drop that optimism to fight someone who deserves it).

also fave color being pink 🤝

yuusha's thoughts ━━━━━━✦

ellis being a romantic at heart??? probably a theater kid??? yuusha would get along with her so well. (ellis is just like me fr)

yuusha would also relate knowing about dancing/singing (although yuusha cant sing to save her life)

and i couldn't resist drawing them dancing in the glimmering soiree event i think they'd have fun :3