#ALSO THEIR LIL APRONS ARE SO PRETTY AND CUTE I JUST WANNA BE A CUTE LIL HOUSEWIFE LIKE THEM

[emeraldbabygirl]

I love and admire the woman I watch online that cook and go out to shop all on their own and make dinners and meals for themselves or their husbands or family like I wish I could do that. It’s so satisfying to watch them cut up vegetables and fry chicken and make those cute cutlets and put together the bento boxes and they have cute kitchens and cute cooking tools and buy cute appliances for their house and wear pretty dress and cute lil tops and all their videos are so fun and aesthetically pleasing to watch and so satisfying. They’re all so cunty I wanna try some of the recipes they do and I did make tamagoyaki and a potato salad once and it was fun and I’ve made more different fried rice and I wanna make the hamburg steak and chicken cutlets and those cute croquettes too ahhh they’re so badass I love them I wanna be like them too!

[neetily]

꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #8

♡ cupid's victim number eight!! ♡

AHHHHH i finally got to you <3 please don't think im biased with these picks hehe... i genuinely think they just fit you sooooooo well <3 i hope you enjoy !!

─ you have one new message from...

Shane . . .

promise to make it up to you on a later date, if you'll let me? wanna give you want you deserve, sorry for interrupting last nights date x

Why? foodie cuties? i think shane would love to taste test all of your favourite and new meals cooked at home, as well as travelling around the world to try lots of new dishes with you! but also, while i don't think shane is the best cook at the beginning of your relationship, he certainly adores spending time with you learning how to be better! he just wants to make dishes that you can be proud of, that you enjoy. you encourage and inspire him, and he's so thankful to see you smile and eat well <3 he's also just a mushy gushy guy, a hopeless romantic at heart, and i think you would appreciate how unconventionally romantic he would be with you </3 and of course, he is BIG. both in fat and in his age, i think. which i know you love!! big cuddle bug shane who loves to your you into big bear hugs every chance he gets, pulling you into his lap for hi to dote upon you with nose kisses and cute petnames. he gets all shy calling you darling and baby girl to begin with, but it rolls so well off his tongue eventually. something he slips in to every day speech without noticing, even in public. i think he'd be BIG on physical touch, actually. always wanting his big paw on you some way or another, just to know that you're still there, to let you know that he still loves you.

he'd appreciate how much you can yap at times, especially in private with him. looooves listening to you talk. and he enjoys the fact that you have a mediator personality type! you help him relax just by existing, offering him so much comfort through small acts of love.

Burning Love . . .

he can't help himself. you just looked so cute with that little frilly apron on... but it looks even cuter when scrunched up out of the way, don't you think?

the smell of burnt food fills the farmhouse, wafting through the open plan kitchen and into the living room where shane rocks behind you, feet firmly planted on the old creaky floorboards under him, wood groaning about as much as he does with the heavy thrusts he offers your poor little cunt. so puffy and pretty when he pulls apart your ass cheeks to get a better view of how his cock bullies in and out of you, his brows furrowed in sheer concentration of your bent over position, upper half over the couch armrest, your ass hanging off the edge.

so cute how easily you've forgotten all about the meal overcooking in the kitchen too, legs all trembly and throat all scratchy with the high pitched whines he fucks out of you. even he finds it difficult to remember how he got there, chewing down on his bottom lip in faux thought, too busy ogling the ring of cream forming at the base of his cock to properly sift through his memories, cute little cunt sucking him off so well— leaves his mind a lil fuzzy and empty headed from how good you're making him feel.

and he can barely smell the burning food anyway, a small hint of it hitting the back of his throat to bring slight remembrance. right, he was visiting for a secluded dinner date. he's not the best at cooking, so the resulting burnt mixture currently dying in the kitchen fits him well. but he appreciates your help; perhaps a bit too much given how eagerly he humps into you, his voice rough and rushed as a hiss escapes him with how fucking tight you are around him.

"enjoying your meal, darling?" he half laughs, deep and low, cut off only by a greedy moans when your cunt squelches extra sweet around him at the sound of his voice, his head naturally thrown back in pure enjoyment from how stupid you sound on his fat cock, small little girl as compared to his big strong hands, keeping you pinned nice and snug to the couch under you so that he can pull your ass back against his every thrust. tugging on your apron ties, it won't be long until they're undone. shame, right?

at the very least, he's enjoying this little diner date with you. and he'll be sure to feed your cunt her fill soon enough, maybe then your belly soon after.

— you like to... text your friends when alone! here is a text convo that i think fits your matchup!

Hayden . . .

can't get the image of you out of my head, love... im afraid that means that we'll have to meet up again soon! if you'll allow that, of course!

Why? big oy. big man. big muscles. big heart. big tummy. big love. BIG!!!! he's big in every respect, i think... if yknow what i mean hehe... also in his age compared to you! everything you could ever want, right? a big teddy bear who isn't ashamed or afraid to show just how much he loves you, in private and in public! completely smitten with you, i really think he'd love dressing you up? i kn ow you made no mention of this but im almost certain you'd like it! putting you in cute dresses, pretty coords, consistently praising you and kissing you and touching you and ah... he's just a big ol puppy for you! but, in reality, you're his little pup, and he takes looking after you very seriously! you make him feel younger i think, which he really appreciates. even when you call him daddy, cheeks brightly blushing in the face of your submission. he'd be deceptively sweet with you, in that he does genuinely express sweet affection, ut man switches SO FAST into something more dominant when he feels like you need/want it. someone you can rely on, who keeps to himself well already, so you can be sure that he's going to be making use of the land he owns to gather all the fresh ingredients to cook well for you! i think he'd also be a foodie, which gives you guys something to bond over!

im imagining you both cooking together in the kitchen, all giggles and smiles and puppy love shared in the early hours, last night, and in-between!

Picnic Panic . . .

the excellently prepared picnic spread sits idly on the cute blanket you had brought along to the dater, a selection of homemade sweets and treats, as well as some savoury options provided by both parties for a nice balance. he's always loved your food, and he's always loved preparing you food. it looks good, tasted even better, for what he got to eat of it, anyway.

his fingers remain sticky, licked clean of all the sugar and sauce the picnic has thus provided, and yet still; he wants to lick at them again. suck up all of the cream you've stained his fingertips with, praise you for tasting sweeter than anything laying before him right now. because he just knows that he'll prefer your taste over anything else right now, licking his lips at the mere thought.

"so cute, sweetheart." he smiles innocently down at you, in love with the way you squirm in place, knuckle deep in your tight little cunt as if it were the most normal thing in the world. like if someone were to walk down to the farm and find you creaming the blanket that twists below you, nothing would be amiss. because you're his, and he's just helping feed your sexual appetite, right? "thank you for the meal, truly."

his tone is light, almost idle as he spreads you wide open, finger fucking slick from your wanting and twitching hole with such ease. he's hard too, of course. but dessert comes last, right? he still has his main to work through, cooing and tutting down at you so softly, hearts in his eyes at the way you cling to him for support, babbling a sweet little daddy up at him to prompt his eyes to squeeze shut in pure concentration.

"love it when you call me that..." he huffs honestly, doing his best to focus on the task at hand instead of indulging in his selfish wants and desires. cause if he got his way, the lovingly prepared meal you made for him to share today would be all forgotten about in favour of shoving his big fat cock into your tiny little hole; but he's got manners.

even if you tempt him out of them at times.

— you like to... text your friends when alone! here is a text convo that i think fits your matchup!

[mx-rabbit]

I have the urge to talk about the latest version of the raggedy ann doll so im gonna. I only have the raggedy ann not andy so its just her for now.

This is her with a playskool raggedy ann for comparsion (the playskool one is the closest one to before her that i have there might be newer versions than the playskool one i have).

Lil edit because someone shared that there are newer dolls than the playskool one i have so the comparisons of the dolls arent side by side.

I wanna start with what i like about her because i dont wanna complain too much because she is a cute doll. I LOVE the details on her apron especially the bows, the previous factory made aprons are pretty plain outside of the little fabric square in the pocket. Theres little kind of lace at at the top and bottom which is really nice i hope at least thats kept if theres future dolls made. It feels like a nice compromise since homeade raggedy anns have ric rac on their aprons which might be too tedious to have on mass produced dolls. For the embroidery face im not really sure how to feel, it might be because im not used to that kind of embroidery on raggedy anns so i dont wanna say i dont like it since i can see myself warming up to it. The embroidery will also likley hold up better to time/use than printed on faces. I dont like the eyebrows tho they are too small compared to the eyes.

No onto the things im not a fan of, she looks kind of uncanny. I think its her head being slightly too long. She also just doesnt feel like a raggedy ann in a sense, im probably just biased towards the older ones. You can usally tell the different eras of each doll but they often have the same kind of feel. I think a good jump in styles is the storybook raggedy ann.

Granted they are based on the books and arent just redesigns but i think its a good shift in style while keeping the feeling of the other dolls.

Honestly i think im just sad at the fact that nothing else is being done with her. I understand shes old and isnt a popular doll with kids anymore but she does still have a audience they just arent kids. I wish hasbro would take into consideration the audience of the dolls. She feels like she is a modern redesign for kids except there isnt really a effort on trying to advertise to kids. Id love to be wrong but it seems like they were just released in stores without even a short story for the doll. Her whole thing was she had a story with her, which i think is a missed opportunity when she has a new look but not a new story.

To end on a light note i looked at auroras website and a image of her was squished which i think was funny

[st4rbwrry]

shortcake. eren yeager.

warnings . . . fem!reader, baker!eren, fluff, cute lil food fight, eren’s a house husband, soft sex, oral <f received>, tiny bits of spanking, black coded, pleasure!dom, domestic eren.

. . . mocha’s note; in honor of me hitting my 8k milestone. *clinks champagne glass*

. . . hey siri, play you by don toliver.

a sweet aroma of sugar and cake hits your nose when you walk into the rustic brick house you and your love owned. deep into an enchanted forest in italy, deciding to move here after your fifth anniversary. you just got back from your morning stroll, yellow sundress flowing with the wind as the woven brown basket in your arm swings lightly. you filled it with fruits from the nearby market. peaches were back in season so you picked a few of them. gathered lemons for lemonade. strawberries because they’re eren’s favorite. and granny smith apples for apple pie.

when you entire the kitchen to place your goodies in the fridge, also to follow the delicious scent, you’re shocked to see your husband shirtless other than an apron and sweats on his body, bowls and bowls filled with various ingredients ranging from flour, eggs, milk, cake mix, and strawberries. he’s whipping a fluffy white mixture in a bowl now as he whistled to himself.

“eren?”

when he turns, you snicker at the spots of flour on his face. one on his nose, and some on his cheek and chin. his pristine white teeth beaming as he sees his pretty girl, waving his wooden spoon at you.

“hiiiiii,” he smiles.

“good morning, honey. i leave for two hours and this is what happens?”

“okay, so boom,” his heavy feet strolls toward you, kissing your forehead before he’s walking around the kitchen island to his macbook. “i was watching all of these aesthetic pastry videos and shit on youtube, and i came across these korean street food clips and one of them were of strawberry shortcake’s i reallyyy wanted to make for you. so, yeah. i apologize for the mess.”

“i’m intrigued,” you giggle, giving him a kiss on the lips before focusing on the video that’s on loop on his laptop. “you’re so sweet. you wanted to do this for me?”

“mostly for you, yes. but some for me because i made myself hungry watching hours of footage.”

“so that’s what took you so long in the bathroom. you were watching while in the shower?” you raise your brow, smoothing your hands over his waistline, your cheek on his back as you hug him, his natural scent making you feel at home.

eren upturns his lips, raising a hand. “guilty.”

“well, how’s the progress so far?”

“uhhh,” he looks around, pouting. “it’s going. i’ve been measuring and prepping for about an hour.”

“do you mind if i help?” you bat your lashes. “i picked fresh strawberries we can use.”

“i meant to say you were out earlier than usual. how was your walk?”

“it was nice. the birds were singing to me this morning so that had me up. they opened this new bread shop around the corner so i got some ciabatta for dinner.”

“sounds fun. i was gonna ask for assistance once you came home. don’t think i can finish it on my own,” he frowns.

“awe, it’s okay. atleast you tried,” you pet his cheek. “can i have my apron? don’t wanna ruin my dress.”

“speaking of,” eren hums, turning you around by your waist after setting his bowl down, spanking your ass. you squeak. “wearing this out without me by your side? the squirrels could’ve saw. then what will we tell my mother?”

“that i’ve moved on and i’m living a better life with the one i’ve fallen for. that he owns an enchanted village of sticks and moss and promised me fresh nuts every morning,” you follow his joke before the two of you laugh.

“my nuts are grown from trees that reside by the waterfalls, so.”

“then maybe i’ll stay. don’t give the king a reason to take me.”

after a few more silly jokes, eren takes the apron off his body and slips it over your head, tying it tight to see your tits bulge up, smacking his bare arm before untying and making it more comfortable. since he made one hell of a mess, you decided to start over from scratch. japanese sponge strawberry shortcake was the actual recipe. didn’t take much to make but perfection is key when it comes to eren. you let him do something easier, like cutting up the strawberries while you made the batter and prepped the pans.

the oven was set, and in went the cake. while that baked, the two of you cleaned up the kitchen, talking about things you wanted to do, memories, work, or dreams you had. eren mentioned an erotic dream he had about his favorite actor which caused playful jealously to arise to a point where you threw a grape at him you retrieved from the fridge to snack on. eren retaliates by throwing an apple at you, thinking it was gentle until it hit your boob and you were whining about the pain. eren gasping and holding his hand to his mouth, coming toward you with frantic ‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry’s’.

you get back at him by tossing a pinch of flour in his face, bopping his nose with your finger before running away with screams as he chased you. you tried to dodge him every time he crossed the counter, screeching when he catches you with one arm by your waist and carry’s you like you’re a fish on a hook, spanking your ass as punishment after sitting on the floor. you slap him away as he attacks your neck with kisses and chuckles, sitting on his lap and slowly making out with him, spluttering from the taste of flour and cleaning his face off with your apron.

by then the cakes are ready, and eren takes them out while you leap onto the counter while swinging your feet, chewing at your nails as you study the muscles on his back and arms. the black sweats he wears hanging lower than earlier, showcasing his deeply cut v-line. that blissful trail of pubic hair sticking out a little. he kept himself well trimmed.

“they have to cool off before we put the icing on it.”

he stands in front of you, studying you as you play with the bowl of whipped cream, scooping some up with your finger before tasting it. “mhmmm. taste this.”

you scoop another and put your finger in his mouth, eren nodding, smacking his lips. “tastes like you.”

you play with it more, being childish almost as you say ‘oops’ every time you put some on your face. a dash on your lips, one on your cheek, and another on your neck. eren shakes his head at you, hands on your flattened thighs. eren’s focused on your face, emerald eyes flickering to the line of cream sitting on your cheek. your body temperature rises the closer he gets, his wide palms caressing your thighs, sliding up further as his thumbs massaged your soft flesh. you’re whimpering when his long tongue slithers out his mouth to collect the cream on your face, hot breath fanning your skin, clit pulsating as you hear a guttural moan from him. he sucks on his bottom lip before pressing his lips to yours, sharing the vanilla delicacy. it’s chaste, unfortunately, eren pulling his lips away. a noise you make has him gnawing at his lips like candy, making them redder.

“what’s that whine for, ‘uh?” he breathes, hands trailing higher underneath your flour coated apron and yellow sundress. it’s hanging loosely on your body, your dress engulfing your curves and hiking off your ass almost. a few chestnut locs drift over his eyes that are giving you that one fucking look that drives you crazy. the one where his eyes are gone, half shut, dark, and glaring down at you like you’re a meal he’s ready to devour. you squirm in place, wanting to be connected to him. it’s silent as long fingers slide underneath and in between your thighs. there’s a sudden raise of a brow on his face along with a condescending gasp.

“baby!” he exclaims, wide eyed. “what’s this? no panties? you walked around like this all morning?”

a whimper you let out makes the man in front of you hum with approval, your body jerking once his thumb catches your clit, sluice in your own mess with his teasing. he clearly appreciates it with the way he kisses your forehead. rubbing circles slowly to relieve the ache that built up, scooting on the counter to make him press harder. he’s being too gentle. eren cups the side of your face in one of his hands, keeping your focus on him. the print in his sweats now poking at your knee, rushing with blood.

“i like when you’re greedy like this, as if i don’t fuck you every day,” his voice is groggy. it’s getting to him now. neck turning red. the earring in his left ear sparkles when the sunlight hits his face from the gleaming bay window, fixing his posture and dragging you near the edge of the counter so he can lock his arms under your thighs. “acting deprived. tenacious. you’re so—tempting.”

then, he’s lowering to his knees, hot mouth encasing the flesh of your thighs with wet kisses and gentle sucks, trailing up to your leaking pussy. your legs can’t help themselves as they buck and raise, your feet sitting on his bare shoulders as your back arches and your nails drag through his scalp.

“clit’s swollen as fuck,” eren releases a guttural moan that has you trembling, his pillow lips sheltering your clit after his tongue lays flat on it, kissing you and savoring your taste.

you’re not exactly sure what it is. if it’s just him, if there’s an aphrodisiac in the air—but you’re outrageously horny. so badly it’s making your clit that’s being ravaged by his tongue extra sensitive. your hands slap flat on the counter top, lifting your hips to hump his face, irises turning white as they scroll back. eren groans into your pussy, opening and closing his mouth quicker, bouncing his head with your every move. slurping and drooling so much that saliva trails down your ass.

“god, baby,” eren grunts. you squeak when eren hastily stands back to his feet, pinning your knees to your breast and making you fold your arms underneath the curve of them to keep them put. he lowers his head to spit sloppily, taking his ring and middle finger to fuck you with, thrusting slow and kissing at your puffy clit salaciously.

sensitive. you’re so goddamn sensitive that eren’s actually surprised that you cum so fast, screaming into your knees that quake as you gush on his fingers and he licks you up real good. doesn’t stop. never questions your release. and it makes matters worse when you release your legs to try and crawl away only to have him ball your apron and dress up in his fist to keep you fomented to his starving mouth. chin doused in your slick, face buried deeper now.

“ere—waitt, baby,” a whine drags from you, pushing at his head to stop him. it’s like he’s deaf; pretends he doesn’t hear you at all. instead, continues to suck on you until you’re sitting in a puddle of mixed waters.

“baby, stop!” your stomach hurts as you squeal and laugh cutely, giving him one more shove before he lets you go with a lewd squelch echoing. he doesn’t even look at you, just enjoying his time, french kissing your thighs yet again. so in love with them. so in love with you.

“swear i’m ‘bout to cum,” he swallows, pulling you to sit back up, your blown pupils watching as he tugs his sweats down to sit under his thick cock that slaps on your leg. he’s drunk off you already, usually getting really quiet when he’s off the edge. adamant and greedy.

it’s all about your pleasure first, that’s all he cares about. but when you get him this fucking pent up? he wants nothing more than for your pussy to make him cum. there’s something so fucking primal to see you in ecstasy. to see you cum, to see your eyes scroll or watch you squirm and claw at his flesh till he’s got red marks all over him. and to be the one causing it? it’s so—sublime. it’s his favorite part being your high.

your feet are planted on the island so you’re squatted in a sort, eren patting the head of his cock on your cute clit gently before adjusting his hips in the right angle to slip inside. once you have a grip on it, eren grabs your waist and shuffles forward. you keen and lift your ass to pull him in more.

“ah, ah,” eren lightly taps your cheek with two fingers, kissing his teeth. “let it sink in.”

bellowing cries ripple in the air as eren fully fills you, the two of you whimpering in sync as he pulls back before pushing forward, picking up the pace just a bit. he’s hissing with his brows furrowed as he continues to yank you close as he thrusts. eren let’s go momentarily to cup your face in his hands, resting his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on as tears build up in your eyes. you’re hiccuping, panting hard and unable to process why he’s so fucking good at making you feel this way.

“is that good, baby?” eren traces your lips with his saliva coated thumb before slicking his tongue over them, rolling his waist and hitting fairly quicker. wanting to maintain a gentle pace.

“yessss,” you sniffle, doe eyes staring up at him like he’s an angel on earth. melting in his touch like butter. feeling small and submissive in his care.

“focus, baby,” his raspy voice whispers, your hands clutching onto his wrists while he caresses your face. “hold your breath. mhm. breathe when you’re cummin’.”

both of your lips are parted, eren slamming his cock into your dripping pussy when he’s nearing his high, face scrunched up with gruff ‘uh unh’s’ leaving him. you do as he says with your breath control, eren knowing that when you hold it your orgasm strikes you like lightning. an exasperated gasp deluges loudly from your whiny mouth, all those noises running straight to eren’s cock, vincinal to cum. you’re crying so much it’s uncontrollable.

“f-fuckk,” air catches in your throat which makes you choke, eren reflexively taking your throat in his hand before bringing to forward to lick and kiss at the side of your neck, loosing strength in your limbs. then, you cum. to eren’s fucking grace, nails clawing at his flexing ass and broad backside. “why you fuckin’ me like this?”

the slurred question instantly makes eren grab the back of your neck to pull you in to his chest, locking his forearm under your right thigh to lift you easily off the counter to fuck his cum into you, stepping back so all of your weight is in his hands. pounding messily as you leak down to his balls and milk him for all he’s got, eren huffing in your neck and telling you ‘cause i love you’ as his answer.

and it warms your heart, but also makes you moan because you know that he’s only yours to keep. that you’re the only one receiving this treatment. you loved him too.

“did so good, baby,” he kisses your cheek, still holding you. “let’s run you a bath.”

“the cake,” you pout, pawing at his shoulders to cling on to your barely there conscious.

“we’ll decorate it after. need to get your mind back together.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[ushiwakaout]

I just read your story about kenma as a husband and im OBSESSED. Can you do the same but with Kuroo please! I love them both and i cant chose so- :)))

I cant choose either don’t worry (i’m a kenma kinny so like... you know)

HUSBAND KUROO IS A BLESSING GOD

let’s just say you’re a highschool teacher

for the sake of the headcannon, you wear glasses to read

very outgoing

very flaunty husband

very flirty, acts as if you guys aren’t married and still trying to reel you into his hook

Wakes up very very early

Maybe like 5 am, works out, rare occasion will wake you up too if he’s feeling like a jerk

if he doesn’t wake you up, he’s back from his run and he’s bought you flowers, will willingly cut his run short so he doesn’t ruin the flowers

KUROO IS AN AMAZING COOK

does not look like it tho, first time he cooked for you- wow, crazy good

breakfast in bed when you have the day of (which are weekends)

Kuroo doesn’t have a day off but his mornings are always free, for you and you only.

He’s the type of husband who you catch making breakfast and he’s dancing, wearing a kiss your sempai apron

“oh no no, you go back to bed, i’m making you breakfast, shoo.”

will tap your ass so you leave the kitchen faster

his brain malfunctions just a lil in the kitchen when realized that you’re only wearing his button up and his button up only

blushing mess while cooking

HE GETS A LITTLE SHY FOR NO REASON WHEN HES BRINGING YOU BREKFAST

You’re fully awake and already looking through homework with you’re cute little glasses that make your eyes look a little bit bigger

he’s so in awe with you, he puts the little breakfast tray over you and kisses your nose

“Goodmorning sweets.”

Doesn’t call you kitten but calls you sweety, sweets, sugar, shortcake. HONEY, SUNSHINE.

He will not bother you if you’re doing paperwork

Believe it or not Kuroo very much likes peace and quiet

because you know, his bed head is bc hed cover his ear w his hair to try and muffle out his parents arguing sorry

Will not argue with you

PHYSICALLY WILL NOT AS MUCH AS HE WANTS TO

you could be yelling at him over something (most likely because kuroo is def burnt out a little and gets no sleep) and you’re just looking up at him and he can’t look away

Will say something like “You look so beautiful.”

My heart just broke a little- Kuroo can’t argue back with you because he knows you’re right most of the time

you’ll find him asleep on his desk at 2am bc you miss cuddling and the mother fucker still wakes up at 5

will show up to your classroom with a bouquet of [favorite flowers] and all the girls in the class start squealing

kisses you behind the flowers

will plant his forehead in yours and whisper “I love you.” before apologizing and dismissing himself

this rich cocky mother fucker will also surprise you on your birthday, which would end up on a weekday.

YOURE CLASSROOM IS FULL OF FLOWERS

EVERY DESK FOR THE BOYS/GIRLS/NONB and they get to keep them

TEACHERS ARE ENVIOUS, especially the women maybe the men are too, ya never know.

he’s a certified sub teacher bc you get sick easily and will cover for you while someone covers for him at work bc he’s like- light years ahead of his work (that’s why he’s so burnt out)

SICK KUROO IS PROBABLY THE SADDEST AND MOST ADORABLE THING

It gets pretty bad when he’s late for work one day and he’s like rushing to get ready and he gets a nose bleed

he’s freaking out and you’re like “baby lay down, you have a fever, please.”

“Fever? What the fuck is a fever, never heard of them, now let me go to work.”

“Honey, don’t make me any soup, your cooking isn’t as good as mine.”

“No get away from me, i don’t want you getting sick.”

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now, give me you’re hand.”

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

Once he’s out of his fever will take you out to dinner as a thank you

Buys you a new outfit for your outing and it’s like “Kuroo come on- i don’t need this.”

“Well i need you to have it, if you complain- then you don’t love me.”

“fine....”

very jealous man, if someone eyes you

very very handsy

hand has to be on your ass, lower back, hip, holding your hand. he gotta be touching you somehow

ESPECIALLY IN WORK OUTINGS

whole new outfit again

would probably fuck you in the venue bathroom but we don’t talk about that

if he gets drunk he’s actually the opposite

he’s not horny or handsy

he gets all cute and shy and a little awkward

Will forget your his spouse and be like “No! You see this ring, that’s right! I’m married and to the most sexiest bitch you know- That’s right i called my spouse a bitch, what about it. She’s a bad bitch.”

this mother fucked have you a ruby ring, you can’t tell me otherwise.

something simple but very pretty

he’d probably think you stole your own ring

“Hey! That’s my spouses give me that”

“Kuroo I. AM. YOUR. SPOUSE. LOOK AT ME!”

squints bc this motherfucker actually needs glasses “BABY!! There was some crazy person, who looked just like you! Same exact ring and everything.”

“Baby that was me, you called me a bad bitch.”

“Yeah? Am i wrong? or?”

Big cuddler

Will kiss you everywhere

“Baby, kenma hasn’t called me today, does he hate me?”

“No kuroo.”

“Are you sure?”

“Baby i’m sure.”

You make kenma come the next day because you know Kuroo needs his bestie

they get drunk

Kenma gets cuddly too

they will sleep on the floor together

You make kuroo cary kenma to bed bc he things it’s you and he sleeps w him

wakes up to yell at you and very hung over

“Sometimes i think you wish i married kenma.”

“You’re not wrong.”

OVERALL kuroo as a husband is... *chef kiss*

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?”

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

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[everything-laito]

Top 5 things you love about Laito owo

Ok this was something from January that I was like “god I have no idea, Tsuki how dare you make me choose” and so to force myself to come to an answer, I made it the first theme of Laito Appreciation Week. So hitting two birds with one stone here!

Laito Appreciation Week 2021: 5 Things you like about Laito and why?

1. This man’s character is one of the most deep and complex ones I’ve ever had the pleasure to come across. Hence why this blog is tHICC, but so is his development. He’s such a layered character and you can tell that the writers do love him given the development and good writing he constantly gets (on average) like goddamb. He still boggles my mind sometimes and I love learning new things about his character that link to other things about him too. He’s just such an interesting character.

2. His voice. No cap, Daisuke Hirakawa does so well with his character, from voice drops to subtle tonal changes, just all of it. We all know that voice drops just kill all of us, but I also wanna admit the parts where he just becomes so excited *cough* aroused *cough* where he talks rly fast and that just—😳 but even his lil laughs and all the rest of his voice work add to his character so much. You can tell when his facade is breaking or when something goes a different direction than he planned. It’s amazing.

3. THIS MAN IS SO BIG BRAINED. I know I’ve made countless posts on this but I can’t stress enough of how massive this man’s noggin is. Carla even comments on it and I still freaking love that. The fact that he has logic and part of the human condition down to a T terrifies me but intrigues me. In HDB he knows Yui’s steps, and sure watching her helps but he still knows and plans everything. He’s able to easily read people (most of the time) and he’s incredibly cunning. Just,,,, I love him.

4. I love his little quirks. I don’t mean uwu quirky, I’m talking about the fact that he does crossword puzzles as a hobby as well as having an entire closet full of women’s clothes that he wears, and just,,,, the fact that he never saw an apron in his life until Yui wore one will still make me laugh. I love it. I love it so much. Idk why the other ones are escaping me but I know that there’s more little other things that he does that seem out of character but rly aren’t. His billiards and darts and chess hobbies also are very cute. Idk if this goes into this category but I love how much he trolls everyone, it’s absolutely hilarious and I can’t get enough of it. He’s so freaking funny.

5. Yeah he’s also very attractive and I’m a sapphic hoe sure I didn’t know I was a lesbian until relatively recently but wow he’s hot as hell and I know I’m never really horny on main on this blog but DAMN. I love his masochistic side and just,,,, damn dude the shit he says sometimes,,, o////o I wasn’t gonna go full simp mode till the end here cuz I know I wouldn’t love Laito nearly as much if it weren’t for the other qualities. But yes he’s v pretty like damn have you seen those eyes? Also stealing from Griddy here but,,,, bro he plays piano 👀 that’s all I gotta say

[bxcketbarnes]

Getting the Girl

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Words: 700+

Author’s Note: Hey, guys! I’m sorry I haven’t really written for the boys lately. My writing motivation is going out the window and I fucking hate it. So, here’s a short lil Luke fic for you all. I’m also working on an Ashton one that’s pretty fluffy. Hope you guys like it! xox

Luke plays with his fingers as he and the boys step into the coffee shop. His blue eyes frantically search for yours, becoming a bit sad when he doesn't see you running around behind the counter. A sigh leaves his lips as the four of them wait in line and Calum glances over his shoulder.

"What is it?" The brunette asks and Luke snaps his head up, lips parted as he panics a bit.

"Uh, n-nothing. Just forgot something at home," the curly blonde lies and Calum gives him a look before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Wanna try that again?" Calum asks and Luke sighs in response.

He licks his lips while trying to find the best way to explain how he fancies the barista that works here. The door to the coffee shop opens, the bell hanging off of it ringing loudly.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Your voice calls out to your co-workers and Luke's heart pounds against his chest.

You walk past the group of boys, Luke's eyes on you the whole time as you tie the apron around your waist. You're adjusting the hat on your head as Ashton steps up to the counter.

"How can I help you guys?" You ask with a smile, your eyes going to each guy. You bite your lip softly as your eyes meet those baby blues you've been crushing over.

The three guys order their drinks, leaving you and Luke by yourselves. You watch as he nervously taps his fingers against the counter, his eyes raking over the menu above your head.

"So, uh, y-you come here often?" Luke asks with a stutter, trying to be cool and he internally curses at the stupid question.

A giggle leaves your lips and quickly glance down at your name tag. "Well, considering I work here, yes," you chuckle and Luke's cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Right, right, sorry," he mumbles while scratching the back of his neck, ignoring your question. Too embarrassed to tell you the truth. 

You shake your head, muttering that it was quite alright. "Do… do you want anything to drink?" You ask him and tilt your head to the side a bit.

"Yeah. Can I just get a black coffee?"

You nod while typing in his order and Luke takes out his wallet. "It's on the house, Luke," you grin, and the blonde snaps his head up, his eyes wide.

"I-What? I can pay for it," he tries to reassure you and you shake your head. His shoulders slump a bit as a small smile comes to his lips. "Well, can I make it up to you? Maybe take you out to dinner?"

You bite your lip, your hand gripping the edge of the counter. "Okay, you're definitely flirting with me now," you state, and Luke licks his lips while shrugging his shoulders. "I would love to go to dinner."

"Holy shi- really?" Luke asks and you giggle again while nodding your head. You rip some receipt paper out of its feeder before hitting your name and number down.

Your co-worker sets his black coffee onto the counter in front of the blonde as you slide the piece of paper next to the cup. "Call me," you smile before walking into the back.

Luke takes the coffee and the note, his eyes widening as he couldn't believe that you wanted to go out. A breathy laugh leaves his lips and he puts your number into his pocket, making a mental note to call you later tonight.

He walks back over to his bandmate, a stupid smile on his face as he sits down beside Cal. "Well?" Calum asks and Luke lets out a cute chuckle before showing them the piece of paper.

"I… managed to get her number."

The boys cheer in response as Mike taps Luke on the shoulder. "Aye, good on you, brother," Ashton grins while taking a short sip of his coffee.

His blue eyes glance back towards you, seeing your gaze already on him. Luke licks his lips a bit before the grin comes back. Your heart flutters in your chest as you push yourself off of the counter before heading into the back.

I'm going on a date… you think to yourself and bite your lip gently. "I'm actually going on a date."

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#5

The emergency fund scene is great in a variety of ways, but I do love that they all snuck in huge sums of money into Nate's apartment. And the ways they did so:

Hardison putting money in the back of Old Nate's frame? Easy, can be done offsite, no one will touch it because sentimentality. Not even why he made Old Nate in the first place but a big old bonus to keeping him around. 10/10 very sensible.

Parker hiding it in cereal boxes? Easy to access, but there's always the chance someone else can find them accidentally. Still, if she builds up that no one else touches her cereal, and especially if she uses kinds no one else would want to eat, can be pretty well left alone. Still, if you want to be totally unobtrusive, this takes a lot of upkeep/switching out cereal boxes. 7/10 not typical but can't be left alone (she probably likes to check on her money anyway and enjoys doing so stealthily in front of everyone so this makes sense)

Eliot putting it inside the base of his favorite chair? Easily hid, no one is gonna find it accidentally. This does mean though that he either did this offsite and then had to ensure exactly which chair arrived here, which given it matches the rest means he either ambushed Nate's furniture delivery or just picked out all Nate's furniture... or he had to sneak in when no one else was around and reupholster the bottom of the chair after hiding money in it. 8/10 much more risky when you think about it longer, but once established can be left alone.

Of course they all just assume they each have emergency stashes here even though they clearly don't all know exactly where each other has one. This is very funny too because maybe they just don't care if anyone else finds their stashes because they know they will respectfully leave them be. Sophie probably has one here too somewhere (I wanna say in Nate's bathroom).

It's still really funny to imagine Nate going for a glass of water in the middle of the night only to find Eliot reupholstering his furniture and just sighing and going about his business. Or trying to pour some cereal in a bowl and a big wad of cash falls out, and he rolls his eyes and just looks in the fridge for leftovers instead.

1087 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 20:45:41 GMT

#4

Ennis, pointing a gun at Eliot: "Really hurts me to have to do this to you. I've quite enjoyed your company this afternoon."

Look, I recognize sarcasm, okay? I do. But Eliot has been stalling him all day and he has had that frickin lil smug smile half the time, and this whole situation reminds me of the time Eliot stalled that one lady by taking her out on a tour of the town (walking the Freedom trail, etc.), which was really just a long extended date, and Nate even referenced when telling Eliot what to do for this con, and. well.

I totally crossed my wires for a second and had this moment of "wait, does the goon think Eliot's cute? did he think he was just a big criminal himbo he wanted to kiss later but now has to shoot instead?" ahahaha

1134 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 07:40:08 GMT

#3

Hardison hears that people are coming to kill him. He immediately gets ready to leave, taking only the essentials:

two huge handfuls of cash, his laptop, and a liter of orange soda.

1443 notes • Posted 2021-06-01 18:35:56 GMT

#2

on a lighter note, two other moments from family dinner: eliot's apron, and...

everyone has a glass of wine except nate, who has a beer, and hardison, who has a bottle of orange soda.

1471 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 19:06:14 GMT

#1

...sum up the ship dynamic in a screenshot game?

1986 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 21:03:03 GMT

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[ghostlypawn]

okay im gonna type up my hadestown costume ideas bc why the heck not hope u enjoy x feel free to share yours/add on if you want.

note: in my production orpheus is female for Reasons (also hades could also be a girl i dont think it rly matter for what i suggest)

overall my vibes are more ~fantasy~ but still grounded in reality ??

Hades: honestly the vibes from the bway costume are great love it and the suit. especially the wall tattoo im stealing that. i do however want more red incorporated for like,, colour analysis reasons bc im a whore for colours that have meaning. have some photos for an idea (the last is my fave i think):

also with that i found this walking stick thing that feels quintessential hades so here that too (along with a cape that i think he should wear during his entrance bc parallels later ig?

overall: similar to the bway costume but more fantastical in a vampirey way?

Persephone: okay for the most part i was just seeing pretty dresses with florals and sticking them in her board. but they all have the same vibe which i still think i would like. also her colour is still green (complimentary colour to red). have some pictures:

and then at some point i got a GREAT idea. but i dont know how to implement it exactly yet. okay so similar to how broadway has a green and then black costume for the different acts; in the first act her skirt is more ballgown-y and poofy which should resemble flower petals in bloom (possibly more structured so its obvious unlike the more flowy dresses i showed although i think the ideas would still be seen with the skirts above) and then in act 2 the dress is much more slim-fitting against her body so it looks like the flower petals have wilted and are clinging to her body?? does that make sense?? i love it anyway.

overall: more fairy-queen whimsical vibes than broadway and a lot more emphasis on floral details.

Orpheus: okay i dont know why but i get major farmery/cottagecore vibes from orpheus like they just wanna vibe to music and forget about the real world?? so naturally i wanted to get those vibes. i wanted it to have similar vibes to bway with the white shirt and suspender type look so heres some pictures i found:

orpheus’ colour is that ochre yellow (similar colour family to persephone -> shared values). i liked the idea of the apron too (same as bway) but yknow,, cuter. i also wanted more details on the shirt so i liked the flowery embroidery details (on both the shirt and shoes) to really tie orpheus to the overworld. i did however want orpheus to have a cape when they go into the underworld bc i feel like thats what all fantasy adventurers do when they ~adventure~. so i was looking at capes until i found one that i think went with what i imagined for the dress.

the first cape is what i originally imagined but thought that it was almost too big and thick for orpheus so then i found the one on the right which i LOVE as its shorter and lighter and goes better with the dress underneath which is similar to the ones i showed at the beginning. (also there could be some analysis between hades and orpheus about how hades’ cloak covers his whole body as if hes hiding himself whilst orpheus’ still makes them look vulnerable especially as they both wear the cloak in the world theyre not familiar with.)

bonus costumes: the guitar!! i found some rly cute guitars which i love the idea of orpheus having a doodled guitar especially with motifs found within the show: 

pretty tree/floral/naturey designs !! you get what im putting down.

overall: cottagecore orpheus is what we deserve

Eurydice: okay eurydice was hardest all i knew is that her colour would be a dark purple (complimentary to yellow and similar to red). at first i was think more london eurydice with jeans or overalls because i knew i wanted her in trousers. but i thought this made her look too pedestrian in compared to the others (idk mayb that would work considering theyre gods and shes,, not?) i didnt entirely like it so went to the fantasy drawing board and found these (but pretend theyre shades of purple): 

i like that they like theyre made out of materials found on hand and just thrown together for warmth but they also look agile as hell which is good for eurydice imo as i see her as a lil pickpocket just tryna get by. so something similar to this. i think i would keep the act 2 worker outfit pretty much the same, especially if we remove any hints of colours (espc purple) to remove any identity similar to what bway does already.

also bonus accessories:

still boot wearing but more steampunky? possibly still with some natural elements but more about the moon/sun rather than flowers, i cant quite explain but to me they give of different meanings?? idk. also the CUTEST pouch that resembles a flower which would be the only thing resembling a flower. like she would associated orpheus with the flower but she also has this other association between money and a flower so its like theyre her two major conflicts and theyre assoicated with the flower idk man i think u understand what im getting at.

overall: steampunk/fantasy thief vibes

bonus prop for hermes simply because i love it and want you to see it:

flower/leaf umbrellas !! yknow like in way down?? its cute thats all (dont think they close tho but we can work it out its not as if im actually making them.

thank you for reading my accumulated thoughts and feelings if u got to the end i hope you enjoyed/liked my ideas n opened ur brain to endless potentials with this show. once again feel free to tell me anything u liked/would change/a whole new outlook wherever !! its interesting to see people think creatively !! i love it !!

(also as for set i feel like everyone now on my blog knows im an advocate of a great comet-esque interactive set where the set IS hermes bar/speakeasy thing)

[redstarwriting]

Secret Ingredient

Thor x Stark!Reader

Request: “Can I request a Thor x reader something fluffy? Both of them are baking or something and thor is a complete doofus and it's all happiness bcoz I'm CRAVING happiness rn. Thank you so much for considering!”

Word Count: 1,393

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Sarcasm, language, holiday themed

A/N: Okay wow, this is way past overdue. I am high key sorry I stopped posting randomly, school really took up literally all of my time. I can probably say the same thing will happen when I go back for spring semester, but I will try my hardest if I ever have free time to write!! This one was really fun, I’m just really sorry I didn’t get it tout sooner. I personally celebrate Christmas, but I didn’t want to leave out other holidays, so I hope my lil Hanukkah toss in is okay!! Enjoy!!

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The holidays were always a complicated time for your family. Your dad is not the most religious person, but your sister is four years old and wants nothing more than Santa to come down the chimney and surprise her with all the things she’s wanted all year long. Your dad, of course, is also the best dad in the world, so he happily plays along and only complains to Pepper every now and then. And perhaps the absolute biggest downer of all, your grandparents were killed around this time. That really gets to your dad. He acts like everything is fine all the time during the holidays and just in general, but you know he’s struggling deep down.

On the other hand, your boyfriend loves the holiday season. Due to him being a literal Norse God, he absolutely adores celebrating Yule. He never fails to inform you of every detail of his people’s way of celebrating. In fact, this year you’re going to New Asgard to celebrate the days of Yuletide with him. Nothing about the holidays can make him sad, so you’re stuck in a crossroads between him and your dad. Oh, and the fact that you won’t be there for Christmas day this year also hurts your dad’s heart. You swear you saw it get a little dimmer when you let him know.

However, there is one thing you know that will always cheer him up. Food. And that’s how you ended up here, in your kitchen with your boyfriend with a Christmas playlist blasting. “This is very fun, (Y/N)! Now, what can I do to assist you?” Thor asks, grinning from ear to ear. You bought him an apron that says “Kiss the Cook” on it, and you’ve never been prouder about something in your entire life. What a sight it is to see the God of Thunder cheesing in a cheesy apron. “Well if you could get me some eggs and butter out of the fridge that would be ideal,” you tell him, and he hurries and does that. But he also drops the carton. “Not to worry! If they are broken it is okay, we need their insides anyways.”

“You know for a God you’re pretty damn clumsy,” you chuckle, bending over to pick up the eggs. Luckily, only two broke, so you weren’t out of business... yet. “My love, what else can I do?”

“Ummm- oh! Can you get all the icing out? And the cookie cutters? I want these cookies to be cute as all hell.”

“Yes of course!” You hear some shuffling and then a loud crash. You quickly turn around to see Thor on the ground, a box of cookie cutters spilled out around him. You can’t control your laughter, and he just smiles. “This is obviously very funny for you, but I am afraid the cookie cutters are now dirty,” he says, hoisting himself up from the ground. You just roll your eyes in response. “Thor, baby, we can wash them. With water. They won’t stay dirty.”

“Ah, yes. I forgot about that,” he says, beginning to pick them up and toss them in the sink. While he was singing along to an instrumental version of Carol of the Bells and getting soap everywhere around him, you finished mixing the batter and began placing it on the cookie tray. “Do you wanna try?” you ask your boyfriend, who is now quite literally just standing behind you and peering out from behind your shoulder. “May I?” You hand him the batter, stepping aside. “So all you have to do is- nope, okay you can also do that,” you begin explaining that for this specific cookie you must roll the batter into little balls and place them at least two inches away from each other because they tend to spread out quite a lot, but he just slapped down a glob of batter onto the tray. “It appears I have done it wrong.”

“That’s okay, we can give that one to Loki.” Thor chuckles at this, handing you the batter again to finish up the batter before you put it in the oven. “Okay, now we put them in for about 10 to 12 minutes, always start with the lower time because you can always put them in longer but you can never fix them if they’re burnt,” you say out loud to yourself, which causes Thor to look at you with a shit eating grin because he thinks you’re absolutely adorable. After you put the trays of cookies into the oven, you turn to Thor and give him a smile. “And now we wait! But we should probably get all the icing ready,” you move to the store-bought icing because you know Thor attempting to make icing with you would just be… messy. “So, we have red, green, white, blue, black, brown, silver, gold, and yellow. Perfect,” you mumble, and Thor intervenes. “May I ask why we have blue? The colors for Christmas are red and green, are they not?”

“They are, but Hanukkah is blue and silver and we’re including Hanukkah, especially since Pietro and Wanda celebrate Hanukkah. As for the other colors, there are characters we’re gonna be making. Inclusivity, Thor,” you tell him, grabbing the cookie cutters he got out a while ago and sitting them next to the icing. You sigh with contempt, proud of yourself when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist. That’s when you hear the famous intro to the most popular Christmas song in existence. You immediately zip around, facing your boyfriend, and begin singing the lyrics. “I… don’t want a lot for Christmas… there… is just one thing I need…” Thor looks at you with an amused look on his face. This isn’t the first time he’s heard you belt out the song to him this year, but he loves it every time. “Is… youuuuuuuuuu,” you finish the beginning, and before you know it, you’re being picked up and danced around the kitchen. You and Thor “waltz” and mess around, using a whisk and the head of Pepper’s mixer as microphones. Through your laughter and singing, you hear your little sister’s voice. “Ew,” is all she says, and you and Thor stop, looking over at her. “Ew? I think you mean, ‘aw, how adorable.’”

“No, she definitely means ew. You two, are way too relationship-y. Baking cookies together? Disgusting,” you hear your dad say, entering the room behind Morgan and picking her up. “Shush!! And get out you weren’t supposed to be back until 7!”

“She got out of karate lessons early, something about holiday cheer. I’ll leave, but only if I get to taste the cookie dough,” Tony says and you groan, giving him a little dollop. “Mmm, sugar cookies. Good choice, sweetheart.”

“Leave!” He chuckles, walking out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to entertain Morgan for a little while. “As much as I love him, he can be so unbearable,” you say to Thor, causing him to chuckle. “Well, you two are very similar. You are possibly the only person who can actually get Tony Stark to leave a room,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Morgan and Pepper have him absolutely wrapped around their fingers, too, babe.”

“Well, so do you! You also have the strongest Avenger wrapped around your finger as well,” he says, winking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him with a confused look. “I don’t have Bruce wrapped around my finger.” You can literally see him give you a “seriously?!” look before he says, “Okay, that is it. Prepare yourself, I am not going to hold back with this,” he says, approaching you wiggling his fingers. “Thor, don’t you dare!” you scream, starting to run around the kitchen as he chases you, ready to tickle the living shit out of you. “Say it was a joke!” he says, catching up to you and attacking you with tickles. Needless to say, your dad didn’t actually leave, and he recorded the whole thing. Although the holiday season was bad for him for many years, celebrating it with his wife, two kids, and God-who-is-like-my-third-child was amazing. Your cookies are also really damn good, and every Avenger enjoyed them and every time they asked what the secret ingredient was you answered with the cheesiest thing imaginable. Love.

[yaneyanedaze]

Happy Birthday To Me

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It’s the boys birthday today, so I have to post something before I fall asleep and forget.

Mista is my favorite character of part five (next to risotto!), I love him so much, and I want to show my love for him.

Also warning, I suck at writing stuff like this lol, hope you enjoy!

Happy birthday Mista!

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Mista groaned and turned over to look at the buzzing alarm clock at his side. The time read 7:45am, he laid back flat in his back, he didn’t mean to wake up this morning, but it was a normal routine.

You see, Mista has a girlfriend, her name is (Y/n). (Y/n) had a habit of trying to run from his love and affection, so she would try to get up early and go. He became accustomed to her practices and outwitted her. So he reached his arm out to feel for her spot in the bed. And as he suspected.

She wasn’t there.

Mista chuckled and threw himself out of bed, he was wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he was comfortable. He walked out the room and headed downstairs, humming to himself, preparing for the punishment he would have to deal out in order to “show her” his love. But something stopped him in his tracks. The smell of food filling his nose, it smelt sweet, and delicious, he could practically taste the food in his mouth.

He rushed down the stairs,and slid down into the kitchen. He was beyond shocked.

His darling, his rose, his (y/n), was standing there in a cute lil dress with a matching apron that said ‘kiss the cook’.Her (h/c) hair was tied back into a cute bun, and she had on the pretty red and blue lace choker he bought for their 2 year anniversary. She already had his plate prepared, orange juice and napkins at the sides of the plates. Mista felt his heart leap out of his chest, and (y/n) must’ve heard his heavy breathing because she turned around slowly, a nervous smile on her face.

“H-happy Birthday Guido...”

She said nervously, you could tell she was shivering, scared that he probably would punish her for getting out of bed, but Mista did the opposite. He ran up to her and scooped her up into his arms, twirling her around. “Oh grazie tesoro! I love this so much!!!!” He said placing her down to move and eat his food.

(Y/n) giggles softly and watches as Mista happily eats his food, rambling off about how good it was. (Y/n) had been planning this for a while, a couple of weeks ago, Mista had mentioned his birthday coming up and that he wanted to do something for it. So she bought all the breakfast ingredients for his special breakfast and along with that she got something else as well.(Y/n) has been with Mista for 2 years now, she first met him through Giorno. Giorno was a long term friend of (y/n) and he felt like he needed his two closet friends to finally meet.

The two hit it off, but then he started to become a bit more possessive. Checking behind everything she did, following her, having others follow her. He didn’t even allow her to be out of bed at a certain time. But (y/n) just chalked it up to him being overprotective after loosing so many friends. She eventually grew to get used to it, and accepted it, maybe that’s jut how Mista was.

She was so in her thoughts, she didn’t notice that Mista had gotten up and was standing in front of her. “Babe? Are you alright? You spacing out” He said. (Y/n) nodded quickly a small smile gracing her features. “Mhm! I’m okay! Now I have another surprise for you!” She said pulling Mista off into the other room. Mista was shocked.

His darling has nevered acted so excited for something like this before. He was was excited as well! He loved this new (y/n). And he felt even more happy when she saw her pulling something out from behind the couch.

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(Mista’s PoV)

Now, I was starting to get annoyed with (y/n). She had shown me a box, and told me that I couldn’t see what was in it until bedtime.

Well it’s bedtime and I wanna see!

I marched upstairs, where I could hear slow music playing from our shared room. I peeked into the room, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. (Y/n) was laying on the bed, wearing nothing but my signature sweater and some nice lace panties that I bought her personally. She noticed me coming in, she blushed slightly and quickly stood up.

“Guido..We’ve been together for two years now”

Oh god please don’t let it be what I think it is.

“And I think is time that one of us pops the question...”

....wait what?

When I looked back down, I saw (y/n) down on one knee with a small simple ring in a box. She had a giddy smile on her face, and a blush that was so cute.

I nodded happily and nearly tackled her to the ground. I was happy..

She had given the one thing that I really wanted to do. I couldn’t be more happier! This truly is the best birthday of my life!

Happy birthday to me.

“Mista mooovvvveeeee!!!”

“No! Now that we’re gonna be married! We might as well get started on a family!”

“Wait no! Not yet!!”

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Hope you guys to enjoy!!!!

Again, Happy birthday to my favorite pistol boy 🔫❤️❤️

[jungshookz]

Ramenboy!tae who works at a lil ramen joint and ur dragged there by Jungkook who loves to abuse Tae’s employee discount and wow they have a competition — eat this massive bowl of ramen in ten minutes and get free ramen for a month and u cannot lose to this heathen known as Jungkook and now u’ve made an awful first impression on Tae and ur mortified but he’s just impressed~ and high key thinks ur cute and now Jungkook needs to play matchmaker in the most disastrous way possible (cue chaos) 🔥anon

→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

→ genre: nonidol!au, ramenboy!tae, comedy, tiny pinch of fluff, jungkook is an idiot and you might be one too because you just ate a gigantic bowl of ramen 

→ wordcount: 3.8k 

→ note: i’m sorry this took so lonG! u sent this in a while ago but i saved it in my notes because it’s.,, so cute,., this is less about taehyung and more about kook and y/n competing with each other lol!!!! my stomach exploded just thinking about eating five pounds worth of ramen idk how y/n did it 

(gif isn’t mine!) (also i was ecstAtic when i found this gif!!!! how pErfeCt)

this has quite possibly been one of the worst weeks in your entire life

you don’t know how it’s happened but on every single day of the week something has gone wrong for you

monday - your alarm didn’t go off so you accidentally skipped two veRy important lectures that were crucial for the finals

tuesday - your alarm diD go off but when you got to your first class (on time!) you didn’t realise that your prof sent out an email in the morning saying that there was a room switch for the day and the room was in a building located all the way on the oTHER end of campus so you basically missed out on half that lecture

wednesday - you have a big gap between classes on wednesdays so usually you just hang out and study in the library buT when you got there someone had taken your favourite spot so you were forced to go to the really, really quiet study area (no one’s allowed to make a peep otherwise ya get the booT) and when you stepped in you stumbled over someone’s laptop charger that was plugged into the wall and literally fell the floor in less than a millisecond with a big SMAK and everyone in that room looked like they wanted to rip your head off (especially the owner of the laptop charger)

thursday - you ordered a chocolate almond milk and banana smoothie because you wanted to treat yourself but somehow they fucked up your order and it tasted like they threw oranges into your smoothie instead of bananas and by the time you decided you wanted to go back and demAnd that they fix your order the line was like a hundred feet long so you were forced to throw out your $10 smoothie

friday - todAY,., you got your grades back for your midterms and uh.,,. all i’m going to say is u might want to spend a little more time studying and a little less time on tumblr

whatever

you’re just glad it’s finally friday because you are going to hibernate in your room over the weekend to recover from everything

you were going to head straight back to the apartment after classes today but jungkook insisted that you guys hang out today!!! even though you basically see each other every day!!!!

unfortunately you’re just not in the mood to do anything because you’re grumpy and tired

also it’s that time of the month

so like

you really reALLY aren’t in the mood to do anything

but of course

because it’s jungkook

he didn’t give you a choice (he dropped to his knees and literally just started sCREAMING until you said you would hang out with him and then he hopped back up onto his feet and was like heehee oki!! let’s go, friend!!!! as he wasn’t just screeching a lung out in the middle of the schoolyard a second ago)

and this is where he decides to take you

a dinky ramen joint in the city

“why couldn’t we just have gone to watch a movie?” you groan and flop your head back “also we had lunch like two hours ago-“

“and your point is??” jungkook scoffs as he flips through the menu

“if we eat now it’s going to ruin our appetite for dinner and thaT’s going to throw everything off course- hey quit iT” jungkook reaches back blindly to whack your face gently to shut you up

ur a great person and he likes u a lot but you need to relax ur asshole sometimes (he literally said that to you within the first week of knowing you and when you gawked and responded with ‘my asshole is SO relaxed and loOSE right now!!!!!!’ in the middle of the cafeteria he knew that this friendship was meant to be)

“listen, i was craving ramen and i always come here because i know one of the guys who works here so i always get a discount…” jungkook trails off as he continues looking through the menu “okay, i know what i want!”

“okay give me a second to- woAh-“ jungkook drags you into the restaurant before you get a chance to look at the options

oh

this place is a lot bigger than it looks

spacious booths on both sides with obscenely red leather seats

square tables scattered around the place

it seems like it’s doing pretty well in terms of business because almost all of the tables are full

“jungkook!” both you and kook turn at the source of the sound

who is

who is tHAT

floppy, soft brown hair peeking out from behind a red bandana

a little blue apron wrapped around his tapered waist

a stained white v-neck (it looks vEry good on him and usually u hate v-necks on guys)

and his smile is very.,,. boxy?

your eyes widen when he approaches you two

you immediately duck behind jungkook and pray to god that you look somewhat presentable

you look down at your outfit

okay

jeans and a cute little flowery blouse

okay!!! not bad!!! hopefully your eyeliner hasn’t moved from your eyes to your chin tho

“hey, man!” they do one of those bro-hug things and he gives jungkook a couple pats on the pack

jesus

even his hand is hot

“table for one, as per usual?”

oh my god

and that voiCE?

silky smooth is the only way to describe it

“i actually brought someone with me this time! this is y/n.” jungkook points behind him and you poke your head out a little

taehyung tilts his head to get a better look at you and he offers you a warm smile

your heart skips a beat and you feel your cheeks grow warm

“ah, so this is a date?”

“taehyung, please.” jungkook scoffs and pauses “…my standards are higher.”

“hEy-“ you scowl and smack his arm before moving out from behind jungkook

you turn to face taehyung and you smile shyly “hi”

he sticks his hand out for you to shake and you take it graciously

he gives you a firm shake

“hi! i’m taehyung but you can call me tae if you’d like. any friend of jungkook’s is a friend of mine!” he grins and grabs two menus from the front before leading you guys to a booth in the back

you slide in on one side and jungkook slides in on the other side

taehyung hands each of you a menu

“i’ll be back with some water and to take your orders in a couple minutes!”

“okay, thank you!” you chirp and let your eyes linger for a couple seconds as taehyung walks off to wait on another table

jungkook narrows his eyes at you for a brief second

interesting

veRy interesting

“ah, let’s see what’s good…” jungkook hums and opens up the menu while stroking his chin

what a dork

“you literally jusT checked out the menu outside-“  

“hey. look at this!” jungkook pulls a flyer out of the menu before flipping it over to show you

he wiggles his eyebrows

you squint and lean forward to read the small text

you should’ve brought your reading glasses with u

“the big bowl challenge… finish a five pound bowl of ramen in ten minutes and get free ramen for a month-“ your eyes widen and you pull away as if jungkook just zaPPed you “are you insane?! five pounds???”

“it wouldn’t hurt to try!!! if you finish the bowl, it’s free!!! and free ramen for a month?!” jungkook points to the flyer again

“well, you go ahead and enjoy filling yourself up, i’m just going to get a normal sized bowl of ramen.” you scoff and shake your head as you flip through the menu

their new spicy ramen looks pretty good

you might go for that one

ooH and it comes with a side of dumplings for $2 extra

“you just don’t wanna do it because you know you’re going to lose.” jungkook sighs and leans back against the booth and casually flips through his menu

you drop your menu and gawk at him “wha- lose?? trust me, if we were to compete, you would be the loser here.”

“all bark, no bite…”

you clench your jaw in frustration and let out a huff

jungkook knows how competitive you are and he knows exactly which buttons to press to get you to fall for his tricks every single time

he’s so sneAKy

“c’mon, let’s do it together! i know how to make things more interesting. not only will we be racing against the clock - we will also be racing against each other.”

huh

that doEs make things more interesting

“what happens if i beat you?” you raise a brow and put the menu down

your spicy ramen and dumplings can wait for next time

“mm… i’ll buy you smoothies for a week. and if i win, you have to do my laundry for a week.”

oh groSS

you don’t want to do jungkook’s laundry

he has spiderman boxers with holes in them n stinky socks

but those smoothies are expensive

and really yummy

are you reALLY going to force yourself to consume a five pound bowl of ramen just to shove it in jungkook’s face

also,…,., do you really want taehyung to sEE you consume a five pound bowl of ramen

“-and i will be partaking in your ramen competition.” you snap out of it when you realise jungkook’s already ordering for you guys “and we’re alsO going to compete against each other to see who can finish their bowl the fastest!”

you can’t really change your mind now

you’re not a coWARD

you sit up a little straighter before propping your chin up on your palm and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind ur ear

hopefully u look cute under this dim lighting

“oh, really?” taehyung looks between the both of you before scribbling it down on his soup-stained notepad “my money’s on y/n.”

“you’re a traitor.” jungkook responds immediately and slaps his menu shut “y/n’s going down and she’s going to do my laundry for a week.”

taehyung gasps lightly before shaking his head and tuning to look at you “god y/n.,., you better win because one time jungkook left a pair of socks at my place and i swear to god i was this close to moving out because of the stench… i don’t want anyone having to go through the pain of-”

“okAY okay don’t u have a job to do???” jungkook scowls and hands his menu to tae and you do the same

“i will return shortly with two monstrous bowls of ramen!” taehyung chirps and heads off towards the kitchen

you let out a little sigh before leaning back against the booth

jungkook clears his throat

“what… was that?”

“what are you talking about?”

“y’know, the-“ jungkook starts giggling like a maniac and reaches up to pretend to tuck hair behind his ears over and over again “that!”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about. also, just out of curiousity-“ you take a small sip of water, “how do you know taehyung?”

jungkook pokes his tongue into his cheek before leaning back and crossing his arms

“why do you ask?”

“i told u it was out of curiosity” you respond innocently and shrug

“we’re in the same literature class. he’s a pretty nice guy!” jungkook nods before going quiet “.,,.,.he’s also a pretty single guy.”

you give him a pointed look “don’t do that.”

“what?? you were curious and i answered your question!”

“i’m terminating this conversation.” you roll your eyes and cross your arms

jungkook hums and leans over to check out the little boxes of extra toppings on the side

pretty standard stuff

extra green onion.,.some ginger.,,. salt, pepper, chilli powder

“you ever think about how long it takes for people to shred green onion into these thin little-“

“how long have you known him for?”

jungkook’s shoulders droop

obviously this conversation has been resurrected from your termination

“ah… almost a year?” he shrugs and peeks into the little pot of shredded green onions

you gawk at him and lean forward

“…and you didn’t think to introduce me to him until now-“

“i thought you weren’t interested.” jungkook slaps the ceramic lid back onto the pot

“i’m just making conversation”

“i juSt tried to make conversation about green onions and you completely shut that down-“

“also, going back to my point, i never even asked you if he was single or not, all i asked you was how-“

“but if you were to ask me if he was single or not then i would respond with, yes, y/n, taehyung is very single and i’m sure-“

“alrighty, here we go!” you immediately shut up and give jungkook a warning look when taehyung appears at your table carrying two trays propped up on his shoulders

you swallow thickly when you see his biceps flex slightly

.,,.yes.

Yes To All Of That.

taehyung sets your bowl down in front of you carefully as to not have any soup splash out-

oh god

this bowl is.,., it’s a loT bigger than you thought it would be

there are like four boiled eggs in here

a tiny mountain of shredded green onion

six pieces of seaweed

ten thin slices of pork

you reach up and tie your hair up into a ponytail

ya gotta put the hair up when it’s time to get down n dirty

“get ready to lose, y/l/n” jungkook grins and rubs his hands together in anticipation

“in your wildest dreams, jeon.” you snap back immediately and pick your chopsticks up

“since you guys are competing, i brought two timers for you“ taehyung plops two little clocks down in between the two of you and you make sure to smile politely at him before looking back at your bowl

you don’t mean to brush him off but you’re tryINg to figure out the most strategic way to finish a bowl of ramen this big

and so it goes

the next ten minutes of your life will be the most important ten minutes in your entire life

here’s your game plan:

eat aLL the toppings first to get them out of the way

just go hAM on the slurping

use your chopsticks to really shovel and paCK the noodles into your mouth

if necessary don’t even chew!!!! just swALLOW

and then at the end chug down the broth because by the time you finish the noodles the broth will have cooled down a little bit

jungkook’s game plan is just to eat and enjoy himself

he doesn’t care whether he beats you or not

he just wants to see you shovelling food into your mouth like a maniac in front of his friend that he’s pretty sure you’re vERy attracted to

evil??? only a little bit

>:-)

“alright, you two ready?” taehyung keeps his fingers hovered over the start button on each timer “in 3, 2, 1… go!”

you immediately slurp up a giaNT spoonful of noodles and regret that decision almost instantly because hOT HOT HOT

it doesn’t matter

you gotta do whatever it takes to win

whATEVER it takes babY

okay jungkook was originally going to just enjoy himself but his competitive streak has officially kicked in so now he’s slurping up the noodles just as quickly as you are

side note

the broth is actually really good

and the eggs are cooked to perfection

and the noodles are also cooked to perfection

perfEctly chewy and perfectly slurpable

you definitely see yourself coming back here and it’s noT just because that taehyung boy is cute okay

speaking of taehyung

he is vEry impressed with your progress so far

most of the people he’s seen do this challenge have struggled a bit at the start but you seem to be doing just fine

jungkook’s noodles keep slipping from his chopsticks and taehyung laughs lightly when some of the broth splashes onto his face

he wonders why jungkook’s never mentioned his cute friend that he’s realising he might be slightly attracted to even though he literally only knows your name

u cute

u real cute

“you’re eating like an animAL-“

“says the one shovelling noodles into her mouth!”

“at least i-“

you and kook simultaneously bicker anD eat and taehyung snorts when you threaten to shove a spoonful of chilli powder uP his- [statement redacted]

you pause for a split second when you see jungkook literally swaLLow half an egg

good god

wat dat mouf do

swallow half a boiled egg apparently

“tiME” you smack your hand against your timer and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand because you feel yourself dribbling a little bit

let’s see

nine minutes and thirty eight seconds

not bad!! for a FIVE pound bowl of ramen

jungkook slurps up the last of his serving and whacks the timer

nine minutes and fifty two seconds

oOh

close call

jungkook drops his chopsticks into the bow and pats his chest a couple times before wincing in discomfort “the noodles are stiLL going down the hatch”

“alright, that’s ti- oh.” taehyung rounds the corner and hits the side button on his watch “you’re both done!”

“yep, we’re both done..” you smile weakly

you don’t know if you can ever eat another bowl of ramen again

you don’t know if you can look at boiled eggs the same way without imagining one sliding down jungkook’s throat

“congratulations, you two!” taehyung peeks into both of your bowls to make sure there’s nothing left “you’re both the noodle champions!” he stacks your bowls together and picks them up “i’ll be back with your prize t-shirts!!”

great.,,. you’re both nooDle champions.,,. but at what coST

o god

and taehyung just witnessed you inhale a five pound serving of ramen 

his first memory of you.,,.is seeing you shovel like five pieces of pork into your mouth while glaring at jungkook 

ahHHHH 

aT WHAT COST

“i think i’m pregnant.” you groan and lie down on your back

you sit up a little to look at kook “and i think it’s yours.”

jungkook glances back over at you “if it’s a boy, we name it ramen. if it’s a girl, we name it ramena.” he slouches back against the booth and stares into space “i have something to tell you too”

“what”

“i’m definitely pregnant and it’s definitely yours.” he rubs a hand over his bloated tummy and lets out a louD belch and you groan quietly

“you’re repulsive”

“i’m carrying your child, how dare you speak to a pregnant man like that?” jungkook sits up quickly but immediately regrets it

he lets out another belch and you whine before throwing a balled up napkin at him

god

u can smell it from here

“oh, god. the baby’s coming.”

“if you puke it all out you’re immediately disqualified-“

“i don’t caRE the bABY’S COMING-“ jungkook slides out of the booth and you can’t help but laugh at the sight of him sprinting to the washroom

you stop laughing when you feel the ramen coming up a little bit but you swallow it down because there’s no way you’re losing after that baTTle

“where’s kook?” you jump and immediately sit up  

you point to the washroom “he’s about to give birth to a ramen baby through his mouth”

“…huh” taehyung kisses his teeth “well, do you want your picture up on the wall?” he shakes the polaroid camera and your eyes widen in mild panic

heCk no you don’t want your picture up on the wall

“oh, god no. i do not want anyone knowing that i ate a five pound bowl of ramen in less than ten minutes.” you snort and shake your head

taehyung laughs lightly before pointing to himself “but i know that you ate a five pound bowl of ramen in less than ten minutes.”

“mm, that’s true.” you purse your lips before sticking your pinky out “pinky promise you won’t tell?”

taehyung grins and sets the camera down so that he can wrap his pinky around yours

he stands up a little straighter and clears his throat

“i promise,” he presses a hand to his chest, “i, kim taehyung, will not tell anyone that you, y/n y/l/n, successfully consumed a five pound bowl of ramen in less than ten minutes-“

“good-“

“iF-“

“…if?” your brows knit together in confusion

if

if whAT

“if you give me your number.”

huh

you have to admit that was kind of smooth

and unexpected

but a nice kind of unexpected

you snort and feel the apples of your cheeks growing warm 

you clear your own throat before sliding out of the booth and getting up

taehyung stands up straighter as you press your own hand to your chest “i, y/n y/l/n, will happily give you, kim taehyung my number if you don’t tell anyone that i successfully consumed a five pound bowl of ramen in less than ten minutes.”

keep in mind the two of you still have your pinkies locked together

taehyung nods firmly and lets go of your hand

“your country thanks you.” he salutes and you can’t help but giggle when his right eye drops in a wink  

you feel your heart go all warm and gushy

and it’s noT from the heartburn

:-)

okay wait

it might be a little from the heartburn  

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

drabble tag

[house-of-tykayl]

cystar tho (headcanons)

imagine

cyborg and starfire are the cuddliest couple ever. the PDA is incredible. star will perch on his shoulders like he’s a climbing post/bird perch and generally just drape herself all over him bc he’s got a lot of surface area and she wants comfy. and cy will just grab her out of midair for huggles before letting her float away again like a balloon headed straight for the atmosphere. star will float higher when she wants to look over his shoulder at something (bc hes the only titan taller than her) and sometimes cy will just reach up and touch her waist and lead her around in the air like that while they chat

the other titans support them, but are simultaneously disgusted by the excessive amount of PDA. cy sometimes milks star’s affection to troll everyone, especially at the breakfast table. “hey star i havent had my morning kiss today” “oh apologies” “do that long tongue thingy again babe” “if you two dont let me eat my waffles in peace for just ONE morning i will open a portal to the seventh circle of hell and chuck the both of you inside”

star is living for the unabashed affection bc cyborg has no qualms about being proud boyfriend in public. like he’ll wrap an arm around her and go “hey star’s my girlfriend :)” and the grocery store clerk’s like “we know, that’ll be $15.99″ and star’s just beaming, holding the plastic bags full of snacks and unorthodox food combinations

if cy’s generous with the lovin wait till you see star lmao. “you are looking most beautiful today!” she keeps saying shit literally no one else will say, either (possibly) coz of the robot thing or just coz starfire’s being starfire, and cyborg’s just like *clutches_chest.jpeg* because she a lil weirdo but she makes him feel normal and appreciated and that he’s great the way he is, that he’s desired even if a lot of him isn’t organic anymore. like yes!! my boyfriend is comprised of 80% robotic parts!! he is extremely strong and the “cool”!!! is he not absolutely wonderful???

ok but starfire can almost never get enough touching, and cyborg’s just like aight *picks her up and carries her around on his arm for an hour* and she’ll just be giddy the entire time

more under the cut

star doesnt have a lot of preconceived notions of what a normal human relationship is, outside of things she sees on TV and robin’s incomprehensible push-pulling over the years. so she doesn’t care one bit about the fact that she’s cuddling a robot. she’d figured starting a relationship with anyone on earth would be something different for her regardless– so a lot of the things cyborg used to think a partner would find problems with, end up not happening because man, this alien chick. “may i lay together with you in your bed?” “girl are you saying you wanna sleep while standing up?? on my charging port???? surrounded by 3478012 cables and wires?????” “is there no room? then may i sleep on the floor?” she just wants to be with him

heck more bed shenanigans would involve like, cyborg awkwardly trying to lie down on star’s bed, and it feels weird coz he hasn’t slept in a real bed for years and while it feels nice he’s kinda sinking into the mattress and he’s self-conscious about leaving a dent in the frame?? or like rolling over at night and squashing star which would be awkward coz he’s more than a little heavy?? then star hops in and cuddles close and is all like shhhhhhhhh slep time

silkie is usually very happy about cyborg’s presence in star’s room, if only because he can gnaw on cy’s legs while they sleep. cy begins to think it’s also revenge since there’s a lot less space on the bed with himself in it, and silkie struggles to find room near starfire to sleep at night. they eventually just get a bigger bed. silkie is a lot less stressed– but cyborg still wakes up with chew marks in his legs

if either of them are too tired from a battle that day, the other will carry them to bed. BB laughed his ass off the first time he saw starfire princess carrying cy to his room (star’s perfectly capable of carrying his weight but her arms aren’t necessarily long enough to hold onto him properly, making it a little cumbersome and awkward), but cy just tiredly gives B the finger

cy will talk to star in awkward broken tamaranian and she’ll get all giggly. everyone else assumes it’s cute flirting, but he’s actually whispering dirty, raunchy shit. that she taught him. and she continues to teach him tamaranian, occasionally dropping new words while otherwise speaking english, and waiting for him to ask about what they mean.

cy will sometimes smack star’s ass and then run for his life before she can return the favor, because he always ends up with an overly-enthusiastic handprint-shaped dent in his ass. it’s a terrifying game of tag. BB will chase them chasing each other with a camera to add to his album of “cyborg’s dented ass” photos that he shares with the whole titans network

cy teaches star about the niches in earth/american culture, the kinds of things that are a little harder to learn about on your own, or things she otherwise wouldn’t have had a reason to learn. he tells her about old american tv shows and explains obscure slang words and how to make telemarketers hang up first and what the contra code is and why he mashes it in every time he boots up a new video game. it’s a crash course mix of useless trivia and miscellaneous culture that makes star’s head spin– but she’s excited about learning all the same, the power of just knowing more makes her feel more comfortable on a planet where she is always a foreigner

it’s kinda why star adores all the different nicknames cy has for her like “fly girl” “baby doll” etc because it makes her feel “in” coz she gets all these cool nicks of names like other earth people!! she fits in!!!! and he’ll say it so fondly it makes her blush half the time. cy definitely notices and thinks its super cute at how excited she gets over pet names. she tries to nickname him back at one point but it felt awkward and she struggled to come up with them, and cy reassured her that he liked her saying out his name anyway, its cool. just be yourself babey

cy loves teaching star things in general, he’s patient and she’s always an eager student. he once took a few hours showing her how to play video games and while she didn���t really take to it, she did learn how to not break the controller whenever her virtual car’s about to crash into the divider (she still shrieks when it happens though)

initially, star is a bit nervous about touching some of cyborg’s robot parts like the implants and consoles coz she’s not sure how to deal with them? alien tech is one thing and earth tech is another, and then there’s the advanced shit that made up cyborg’s body and literally keeps him alive. she’s petrified at the thought of accidentally breaking something like what if she presses the button that turns off his lungs???????? and cy is like why the fuck would i have a button to turn off my lungs?? so one day cy just sits her down so she’s leaning back against his chest, and he looks over her shoulder as he shows her how to navigate his arm console. press this button and choose this option, no the screen wont break even if you press hard, dont use the browser to download malware on my arm like BB did, etc. the ui’s pretty intuitive and star gets it pretty quickly, then she gets all excited. cy teaches her about all the maintenance he does on his body and how his charger works and all that shit and she like oooooo

“if the t-car is your baby, does this mean i am its mother? cyborg does she like me enough? should i assist in changing her oil? *panicking* WILL SHE ACCEPT ME AS HER ADOPTED K’NORFKA?!”

(the t-car is a sassy one, easily jealous and protective– but ultimately, she does approve of starfire, if only just barely)

they spend a lot of time in the garage together. whether cy’s fussing with the t-car or putting together a new gadget, star’s a helpful assistant when it comes to welding or heavy lifting. and while she doesn’t necessarily get programming, she still helps cy with all the calculations and math involved in it; the concept of physics as she has encountered on earth is primitive compared to tamaran, and cy will often challenge her to crack a tough equation before his computer can. while the computer usually gets a result first, star will just explain that its answer was wrong in the large scheme of things, before she starts going in depth into that nerdy science shit to find a more effective way to wire whatever project they’re working on and cy’s just like  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heart eyes ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ at how smart she is

they fucking love food. while all the titans are hanging out in the common room, star and cy spend an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen. star will literally eat anything, at any time, and cy would go like “yo star want a sub??” and shes like “YES I WOULD LOVE THE EDIBLE SUBMARINES” and they go make the tallest sub ever and then Eat it

they just cook together a lot, one of them being head chef for the hour and the other being the kitchen assistant. cy’s usually in the lead when they’re making food for the other titans (to prevent food poisoning), and star is happy to learn new recipes that aren’t lethal to her friends– that, and licking all the mixing bowls clean. cy purposely gets sauce etc on his face so that star will see and lick it off too. then star will very unsubtly smear food on her face so that cy will wipe it off with his finger and then things get handsy. (they’re both aware it’s a game, but they pretend like they don’t.)

cy gets them matching aprons and a tiny chef hat for star. she asks him why it’s so tiny or even necessary but he just thinks its cute af on her lol

it helps cy’s ego when star will also eat literally anything he puts in front of her while enjoying it unironically. of course, cy quickly learns that starfire’s favorite “earth” foods are things that most people wouldn’t consider food at all, so while he’ll prepare Real Food for himself, he had to start a new custom cookbook for the random combinations of ingredients that starfire likes to ingest. he’s torn between feeling like his chef skills go to waste on her, or being proud at how good he’s become at figuring out the kinds of food combos she likes based on the flavors and consistencies she’s inclined to. but ultimately she’s just so cute and happy when she smiles at the taste of m&ms on raw steak that cyborg’s just like ahh. fine.

cyborg: *sighs while writing* “edamame in a cherry-chocolate reduction: get a handful of fresh edamame, washing is optional, pour hershey’s chocolate sauce all over it, add cherries but don’t remove the pits or the stems, sprinkle in some drops of 7up, then cover that shit in mustard. stick it all in the microwave for 1 minute, doesn’t really matter what temperature? prep time: 3 and a half minutes. the fuck did i just write”

star: *wolfs down that edamame shit like its the best goddamn thing ever*

raven:

meanwhile, while cy can’t stomach star’s tamaranean food, he does go out of his way to learn how to prepare the stuff himself, for whenever star’s sick or feeling down. the nostalgic taste of home tends to help her feel better. the bowls of wustlepus might keep trying to strangle him, but hey, cy can handle it

cy used to think we was master of stuffing his face, but he quickly found out that you do not challenge an alien with 9 stomachs to an eating competition and expect to win. it’s still fun, of course, to pick a restaurant and watch her slowly but surely put away food with a grace that cy doesn’t (care to) have. robin and BB cheer will them on, raven is disgusted but plays referee anyway (even though it’s not like the result ever changes)

“are the table manners required for today’s duel of excessive food consumption?” star will ask cy innocently, but she’d be smiling a lil smugly because she knows she’s gonna win like always

(at some point, the restaurant manager will start eyeing them nervously from the doorway of the staff room, unsure about whether to ask the titans to leave before they run the kitchen dry, or to take advantage of the publicity.)

cy and star are a couple that isn’t inclined to subtle about anything. that means smooching all the time. mwah noises. flirting. glomps. yelling at shit together for fun– cy just expresses himself loudly, while shouting at each other is a form of affection on tamaran. they’ll sometimes wrestle, sometimes arm wrestling and sometimes all out full-body on the floor (actual wrestling tho, not a innuendo; star usually wins). they keep denting walls and furniture with their messing around and the other titans are like /(e_e)\ *passing out earplugs* and at some point robin is like guys… just… keep it in your rooms please

but being loud isn’t exclusive to daytime. nobody fucking knows how the hell an alien and a robot get it on, but based on all the god damn noise at night, they’ve apparently figured something out. maybe more than one something. it is a mystery

“hey, star… ever heard of a vibrator?”

most of their making out happens in the gym tho, let’s be real. they’ve been checking each other out for years in there. now they just get frisky after (or during, or before) a workout, culminating in yet another “workout”. they never lock the door, and after enough incidents the other titans just end up boycotting the gym entirely in lieu of the other training room

with the added privacy, star opts to work out in the gym without a top on. or a bra. then she heads for the treadmill

“you never wear clothing, cyborg, so why should i?”

cyborg keeps dropping his weights on himself and just ends up covered in dents, two mangled prosthetic legs, and having done no training at all

they’re such a peppy excited pair that sometimes things can get a bit too wild. there’s a pile in the back of cy’s room made up solely of dented/crushed/melted/ripped arm and leg prosthetics, all damaged because cy was busy pampering his superpowered alien gf a lil too much. starfire feels super bad but cy is like, he has to fix his limbs after a lot of battles anyway, it’s no big deal. he also hasn’t bothered to suggest a workaround yet because watching her lose control is hot (and maybe getting his hand melted is kinda kinky)

they sometimes troll the other titans– usually robin– by whispering in tamaranian behind them and snickering, pretending like they’re talking about them. robin used to be extra miffed by this, but after learning that cy’s tamaranian is actually still shit enough that he has yet to learn to string together a proper sentence longer than 3 words, robin knows they’re just fucking around with him. at one point robin turns around on the couch and throws some tamaranian right back at them and cyborg’s like :O what the fuck? what the fuck?? and star’s like yeah actually robin asked me to teach him tamaranian too. and robin’s like :) and cy is grumpy he can’t antagonize him with it anymore (and that it’s not exclusively his and star’s code language anymore, but really, you can’t own a language like that)

star likes to cart cy around while flying, but he’s just so bulky that he doesnt look all graceful and shit like robin; he just looks kinda goofy dangling in the air with her holding him under the arms. but even if he felt a little self-conscious, he forgets it quickly when she lets him skim the ocean with his feet or take him up over the clouds– he’d thought he lost everything with the accident that left him a robot, but getting to fly like this is something he never could’ve even dreamed of even when he was all human. like. this must be what it actually means to be living. everything happens for a reason

cy gets a UV lamp installed in his body just in case they get stuck somewhere and there’s no sunlight for star, he can’t replace the sun but it might help

he also turns his heaters up a bit when they’re cuddling coz he knows she likes warmth, as long as he’s not running the risk of overheating his system, but his metal parts can be cold to the touch and while she doesnt mind it at all he just wants her to be cozy….

cy’s like the only titan taller than star, so she usually floats to be eye level with him. he big and bulky and strong and he reminds her of galfore, and that’s part of why she always felt protected and safe around him. not to mention star’s been getting taller than most earth people her age; she sometimes feels like a tall poppy, sticking out of the crowd too much. so she lowkey enjoys being smol for once compared to cyborg, especially if she ever feels like hiding behind him, or being carried by him, the comfort of a sort of bodyguard that she doesn’t necessarily need but is there if she wants

i keep bringing this up but star sitting on cyborg’s shoulders/arms like. the result is this tall stack of a couple that towers over all the other titans– then like everyone will be chilling on the couch when they hear making out noises from above and they look up and its just star floating around cyborg’s head as they smooch and everyone’s like -_-

all the meme fun aside, they’re always able to confide in each other whenever they’re upset. they’ll sit together in silence and just lean on each other or hug and wait for someone to spill. if (when) it comes down to “will i ever fit in?”, because that kinda worry never completely goes away, they’ll be reassured that they know the few places they’ll always be accepted– and that’s in the titans, or in the unconventional relationship between a half robot and an alien nuclear bomb

star likes being around cy coz he’s so sturdy, in more ways than one– he’s strong enough to tank stuff so it’s safer to roughhouse with him. she loves being able to give the biggest of hugs without worrying too much about crushing a ribcage (earthlings and their Fragile Little Bones!)

cy loves how small star is compared to him bc shes fun to pick up or pluck from the air and cuddle ♥ and she’s so warm, just radiating heat both literally and metaphorically and she’s so full of life and heart, and cy’s once again reminded of what it really means to be human– by a goddamn alien, no less

they like to touch each other’s faces, just caressing n stuff like they do in “how long is forever” and the teen titans go comic #24, staring into each others eyes and shit and going all (uwu) they just love to touch each other okay even back when they were just friends!!!!!!!

HAVE I MENTIONED THE SMOOCHES. star will just kiss cy all over his face because its fun and she knows he likes it. then cy returns the favor, except with increasingly exaggerated kissing and nomming noises because it makes star laugh and blush like crazy. it’s horribly embarrassing for anyone else watching. star & cy are usually standing in the middle of the corridor by this point, and then robin was gonna head to his office, but once he sees the path is blocked– by this no less– just returns the way he came without a word

if anyone tries to make star feel uncomfortable for being alien or misunderstanding something, which does still happen sometimes, they’ll quickly find out they’ve got the goddamn terminator comin for their ass. or they’ll turn around and see 6 foot tall robot man with arms crossed and red eye glowing and he’ll be like (: hey there (:

star keeps leaving the garage with motor oil all over her face. none of the other titans knows how to address it, or if they even should, so they don’t

anyway theyre in love

[spaceschool]

🎄That’s right! It’s time to start getting ready for Space School’s 6th annual 12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS! 🎄

It’s that time of year again! Time to start getting ready for this year’s Spacemas!

🎁 BASIC INFO:

I need to fill about 10 guest comic slots.

Comics should be 1 single page. (2 pages can be combined into one page if you wanna do more!)

Comics should be in full color.

Comics need to be X-mas/Winter themed!

I also accept illustrations– but they must have a clear narrative or dialogue! (Comics are obviously preferred.)

Tone can be humorous, serious, anything like that. As long as it’s Space School and X-mas/Winter themed all at once.

DEADLINE IS DECEMBER 13TH FOR ALL FINISHED ART!

🎁 HOW TO APPLY:

DON’T send me any completed art– instead just send your idea/pitch for what you’d like to do for said comic.

Link or attach example of your art!

Send said idea/pitch + art examples to my e-mail colinxzain@hotmail.com

Label e-mail “Space School Guest Comic Pitch”

And that’s about it! It’s pretty flexible and this is all in good fun! I would be honored if some of you applied to make a guest comic this year!

(If you applied last year, feel free to apply again this year if you’re feeling up to it. I loved all the artists I worked with last year and would love to work with ya’ll again.)

And if you wanna know more about Space School and it’s Spacemas traditions, there’s lots and lots of info under the cut!

Space School Christmas Illustrations by year:

2011

2012

2013

2014

2015

2016 (PART 2)

2017

2018

Original 12 Days of Spacemas announcement image

12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS 2014

12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS 2015

12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS 2016

12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS 2017

12 DAYS OF GUESTMAS 2018

I would love to see some of these past outfits re-created in any comics but new ones or just general winter themed outfits are fine too. Zeggy should most always be Santa though, unless joke calls for otherwise. BUT! Jokes trump everything– if it’s funny, I want it.

SPACE SCHOOL AND THE HOLIDAYS:

Because Winter-time has always been a time of hoilday-stuffs for lots of places and planets (especially those who were colonized by Earth or Nubia) Space School most often gives the whole school lots of time off in December from school-life.

All holidays are accepted to celebrated within the walls as long as everyone is being respectful of each other– as with most things in Space School. The School decorates mostly with lights and tries to stay away from leaning one way or the other. Students are allowed to decorate inside their dorms as they please, obviously.

Most students leave home to their respective planets for the holidays but some students and teachers stay at the school thru the whole month– sometimes celebrating together!

It’s an exciting and peaceful time for everyone~

Alkaline, Zeggy, and Toggy usually go home for the holidays (sometimes together) and Joe stays at the school. Sometimes Joe joins Toggy, Terrago, and Omnivera at their homes.

Dude, Maleena, and Vava either see their separate families alone or all stay together in their home near the school.

Dennis and Booker spend the holiday cooped up alone at Booker’s apartment avoiding everyone but each other.

ZEGGY AND HIS PLANET’S CULTURE:

Zeggy is canonically the most all about Christmas out of the whole group.

X-mas was an adopted holiday by Ollce when Earth colonized the planet and as such, it resembles Christmas as we known it with some key differences.

As far as the tree goes, it starts out as a sculpted pile of dirt resembling a tree or other X-mas object that is watered thru the month with various glowing mushrooms and other fun alien-glowy-bits appearing as it’s watered– so by the time Christmas rolls around the tree will have grown it’s own ornaments to light up the room!

You buy bags of seed/spores each year for the tree, these bags make great gifts and are often put in stockings!!!

Otherwise, a lot of the traditions are the same with either having different looking aesthetics. They do stockings, presents under the tree, and Santa– who instead of having a sleigh– instead rides a single giant mole (which is a creature from purple planet, I can provide reference for) and is of course, purple himself. He rides this mole– who is named Rudolf, around all the underground cities of Ollce delivering presents to all the kids.

Zeggy gets into the holiday spirit way too early and way too fast. He decorates his whole dorm room as well as wearing as much X-mas accessories as he’s allowed over his school uniform.

He’s the type of person to put everything non-Christmas away and replace it with Christmas themed things.

He absolutely spoils Alkaline with tons and tons and way too many gifts– all of which are extremely personalized.

Otherwise, he only buys presents for his parents/grandparents, Joe, Toggy, and gives cards to his teachers. Most of his efforts go towards Alkaline.

He eats a billion food, sings a billion songs, and is fucking obnoxious. It’s beautiful.

ALKALINE AND HIS TRADITIONS:

Alkaline likes Christmas just as much as everyone else and is definitely not as hype as Zeggy because who could match Zeggy’s energy, honestly. But, he definitely gets into the spirits! Enjoys the food, drink, songs, presents– etc.

Christmas on Earth is very similar to what we think of it now which some differences– many of which haven’t totally been decided upon so feel free to have some fun interpretations.

Christmas has most definitely become a non-religious holiday in most all senses on Earth. It’s more just about the aesthetics and being with family members, buying fits, eating food, etc.

Alkaline is either with Zeggy in his home on Ollce or has Zeggy over on Earth. He stays with his Mom and Sister, visiting extended family on Christmas Day for dinner.

Alkaline buys everyone he knows presents– even if it’s just something small!

I usually draw Alkaline as a reindeer because Alkaline with antlers is super cute.

JOE’S ‘CHRISTMAS’:

Christmas isn’t celebrated where Joe is from– they have other traditions. However; Christmas Day is actually Joe’s birthday– which he usually chooses to spend alone or with Dennis or Lorna (his girlfriend)– depending on the age.

As such, Joe doesn’t care too much about Christmas and see’s it more of just as “his birthday” but starts to appreciate the holiday more when Zeggy’s festive spirit invades him. And, he likes the presents.

I’m sure Zeggy and Joe have some special X-mas moments together with Zeggy trying to show Joe all about “The Christmas Spirit”!

TOGGY’S TRADITIONS:

On Nubia, they don’t really have a Christmas but rather a big celebration of a New Year like holiday where they begin the new calendar year.  Like Christmas, it’s a time to celebrate with family and loved ones.  

Typically people travel long distances to spend the two days reunited with family, and everything shuts down.  The most important part of the festivities is to tell stories about the year–letting out stress or frustration while also reliving good moments and bonding with family members.  

This is always accompanied by large amounts of alcoholic beverages, which are enjoyed by all ages.  

Oftentimes everyone gets really smashed the first day and then sleeps it off the next.   Food varies from region to region but typically includes mostly unprocessed foods such as berries and vegetables, or dried lizard or fish jerky. As the festivities mark the beginning of the new year, many Nubians will dye their hair to a different color or get a new piercing around this time. Presents aren’t really a thing on Nubia, though it is common for parents and grandparents to give their children small sums of money to encourage them to have new adventures in the new year.  

Toggy’s family is a bit more accustomed to Earth traditions though, and so he tries to buy his close friends gifts for “Christ-mass” but they are always strange and often food.

DUDE, MALEENA, VAVA:

The 3’s traditions are similar to Alkaline’s since they’re all from Earth– so not much to say there.

Dude spends a lot of time in an apron baking cookies, cakes, etc as presents for everyone he knows and Vava and Maleena definitely gain some weight this time of year.

They all get drunk a lot and laugh a lot and just have a good time together BEING A LIL FAMILY.

Dude always makes sure to exchange presents with students he’s helped thru the year; since he often takes troubled students under his wing.

DENNIS AND BOOKER:

Booker nicely decorates his apartment and spends a lot of time with Dennis on the couch eating food and talking. They frick a lot too.

It’s chill.

OMNIVERA AND TERRAGO:

As the resident “gays into roleplays”, Omnivera and Terrago do a lot of dressing up for X-mas.

There’s a lot of time Terrago will be with Toggy’s family with them– and so I’m sure Omnivera is there sometimes as well. In a billion, expensive outfits.

The two of them absolutely spoil each other and nobody else in presents– except for Toggy who they buy something for– OF COURSE.

NOTE ABOUT REX: Due to some wild stuff happening with the creator of Rex, Rex will no longer be appearing in Space School and therefore should not be appearing in any Guest Comics! Sorry!

AND PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO ADD NEW HEAD-CANONS OR INTERPRETATIONS FOR FUTURE HOLIDAYS!! REALLY, THIS STUFF IS JUST HERE TO GET YOU STARTED SO GO HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[piscesbarnes]

Lil Bit Floozy → Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: reader is of age to drink(?) drunk reader. fluff. soft!bucky

prompt: bucky’s more prone to be responsive to you when you’re a soft, drunken mess

“(Y/N),” Natasha said with a warning tone as you pulled her along your side. You were cheery and encouraging as you dragged her to the bar with you.

“Come on, it’s our first night back from our mission,” you whined, already tipsy yourself. Nat had been sent on your behalf, to check in on you per Steve, who noticed how comfortable you were getting with the female bartender. “Bella, this is Nat.” you gushed. Bella was a latina-looking woman. Black hair to match her outfit. She was a little bit taller than you were, but your heels helped you put up a good fight.

“Nat! Heard so much about you,” Bella grinned at her before flickering her eyes to you. “You were right, she is gorgeous.” Natasha’s eyes met your big ones, almost scoffing at your poor attempts to stick around. It worked though.

Bella and Natasha hit it off quickly. The flirting was more than obvious, plus they were both babysitting you. Hitting two birds with one stone. Not to mention the free drinks Bella would discreetly slide over to you. Tequila, Bella’s recommendation.

They listened to you mumble to yourself as you took shots, occasionally responding. It was amazing how they could be engulfed in two different conversations. You even had trouble trying to decipher the codes they were speaking.

It wasn’t until a Rihanna song had blasted through the club that you moved from your seat. You squealed in delight, something you’d never do regularly, but it was so hard to contain your excitement with the intoxication drawing over you heavily.

“Nat!” you tugged on her arm, pouting your lips like a child. Nat looked at Bella. Bella shrugged, nodding her head, shouting something to the other bartender before tugging off her apron and hopping over the counter. Natasha made a sly comment to the dark-haired girl she’d clicked so well with.

Nat and Bella did their thing. They tried keeping up with you, but with the change of energy, your heartbeat matched everyone else’s. To the beat of the song. So you were jumping all around, losing them within seconds of entering the club. Despite it being hard to breathe in the musty room full of hot, sweaty dancers, you found yourself getting along quite well with those surrounding you. Also, unlike you.

From the corner of the room, you could see Bucky sitting at a table by himself. He sipped on a dark drink, a coke probably. Bucky was your friend. And he wasn’t having fun, it didn’t look like it at least. At this, you frowned. If he wouldn’t come to you and have fun, you’d bring it to him. You stumbled over to him, a giggle leaving your lips. Bucky stared at you with wide eyes, not used to this...softer side of you.

“Buck!” you beamed brightly, throwing your arms around him. Hm... the music was softer than it was out there. He tensed up at the touch. But because it was you, a very intoxicated you, he decided he could allow it. You had no idea what got into you. One look at Bucky and your heart swelled. “Hewwo!” you coo’d. You couldn’t be any more adorable.

“Hi doll.” Bucky returned the smile, hesitantly lifting his hands to grip your waist. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” you nodded your head, batting your lashes at him. “Jus’ a lil floozy. Jus’ a bit though,” you cut yourself off with a little giggle. You sounded so stupid, but you were so cute, he just wanted to squish you. “Saw you, you weren’t having fun, so I just- you- w-wanted you to have fun.” you stumbled over your words just as bad as you did your feet. He continued to stare at you in awe; how could someone be so cute?

“It’s okay, this isn’t really my scene,” he tried to dismiss. You were adorable. You stopped your fun to come and make sure he was feeling okay. Even though he wanted you to be content, he didn’t feel like dancing. Not like this anyway. “It’ll be hard for me to have fun in a place like this.”

“Not even if you talk to me?” you murmured with a small frown smearing across your lips. His eyes flickered there, causing him to lick his own.

“I would prefer you here with me.” and it wasn’t at all a lie. Bucky liked your company. He was quite curious to see how you were while you were drunk, he’d be willing to hold your hair back if you vomited. Bucky was also very cautious with you. He’d rather you in his sights than trying to dance up on strangers. He was sure everyone in the building wasn’t just hyped up on alcohol.

“R-really?” you coo’d, feeling yourself becoming smaller in his arms. You wanted to squeal and giggle while rolling around in your bed, kicking your feet. But you couldn’t. It wasn’t appropriate for the setting. Even under the dark lights, he could sense the blush that blessed your cheeks.

“Of course babydoll. Wouldn’t have anyone else.” he told you. You don’t know how or why, but you climbed into his lap, feeling super comfortable with him. Bucky certainly wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t gonna complain.

“Not even Steve?” you slightly teased. Bucky chuckled, shaking his head.

“Not even Steve. That man is so far up Tony’s ass, I don’t wanna hear another word from the lovesick fool.” Bucky commented. You giggled at the swear word and it’s context. His hand came up to the middle of your back, holding you up in his lap.

“Steve’s just really in love with the guy, okay? Don’t be mad at him, you know he’s always been a sap.” you tried to defend the blondie. But Bucky was right. Steve never shut up and his man and it was getting to everyone.

“You know me (Y/N), a sap I can handle. Steve’s on another level.” this was also true. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, asking you for novels day after day, so you knew he could handle a regular sap. But Steve was in love.

“Steve’s in love,” was now your only argument. But you had Bucky trumped.

“I guess you’re right.” Bucky sighed in defeat. He looked over to see Steve holding the Stark’s hand, gazing at him with so much adoration. He did a small, half smile, feeling happy for his best friend. Bucky glanced at you, to find you staring at him with the same adoring eyes that Steve wore. “Is there something on my face?”

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head. “You’re just... pwetty.” you gleamed up at him, a shy smile spreading across your face. He smiled at this. He was sure you’d made him smile more in these twenty minutes than he had in a whole week. Bucky kind of hoped this was something he could get used to.

“I’m pretty?” Bucky questioned, giving into you as hi leaned his face in to pinch your cheek like you were a kid. Of course, in your intoxicated state, it made you feel so warm inside. “But you’re a pretty baby, aren’t you?”

It was like Bucky knew what he was doing to you. Babying you while he already made you feel so... tiny. You liked it a lot. This affectionate side of Bucky that no one really saw. You got a free pass because you’re drunk, but you were hoping you wouldn’t forget.

The blue-eyed man let you curl up into his chest, stuffing your face against his pectoral muscles to hide the blush. Bucky couldnt stop himself from stroking your hair, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into his chest.

“Doll?” he softly mumbled against the shell of your ear. Bucky wasn’t even sure if you’d heard him over the music.

“Uh huh?” you hummed against him, nuzzling your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. His Versace cologne mixed with his sandalwood candles.

“You want me to take you home? Get you in more comfy clothes so you can sleep?” his voice was overwhelmingly soft. It made you melt nonetheless.

“Mm, only I can be the big spoon.” you answered sheepishly. Bucky hadn’t the intentions of cuddling with you. He didn’t want it to seem like he was taking advantage of you. “Wanna hold you. Big, soft puppy.”

“Baby, I shouldn’t.” he stroked your back, lulling you farther into sleep. You pulled back, a pout forming on your lips. Fuck, how could he say no to that? “I just don’t want you to wake up and kill me.”

“Why would I do that?” you whined. If you could stomp your feet, you would. “S’only cuddles.” when he didn’t seem swayed, your pout only got worse. “Fine! I’ll trade cuddles in forrrrr....” you trailed off.

“For what?” Bucky asked with a tilt of his head.

“Your shirt to sleep with and-...and a kiss!” you chirped. Jesus, how come you never made these advances at him when you were sober? He knew you’d never give up, even if you were drunk.

“How about, I give you my shirt and cuddles. Then in the morning, if you’re still feeling it, I’ll give you that kiss?” you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, halfway listening to the music. But you were sure you’d be getting what you wanted.

“Hm,” you pretended to think about it, a knowing grin on your lips. “Deal!”

The next morning, you woke up in your bed with a headache. You felt more groggily as ever, turning over to curl up into a ball, only to be met with Bucky’s sleeping state. You blinked a few times in disbelief. You peeked under the sheets and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. He was clothed in his pajamas. You were in the shirt he wore to the club, meaning it still smelt strongly of him and his cologne.

Bucky was on his back, his hair splayed out from underneath him all over your pillow. His mouth was slightly ajar, the sound of his breathing only escaping his mouth. Looking over, you realized you’d gotten wasted at the club. Shit.

After a bunch of cute little babbling and purrs from you, he managed to get you to fall asleep. He could have retreated to his room, you were too far gone in your slumber anyway. And there was a bigger chance of you not remembering your fun night. But a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. He would have to explain himself in the morning, but he figured that you wouldn’t be angry with him. He did set out an aspirin and a bottled water for you, which you happily downed, eyes steadily trained on the big man in your bed.

You rummaged your memory of last night. The last thing you could recollect was introducing Nat to Bella. Everything else was a blur. You flipped to lie on your side, chin in your palm with your elbow propped on your pillow as you admired Bucky. You wondered if he was even real. Was this real?

You extended your arm out, your hand running over his chest. Bucky didn’t react, maybe his breathing, but that was it. You chewed on your bottom lip in wonder. What had you done to get him in your bed?

“Y’know,” Bucky grunted as he stretched in your bed, eyes still shut. Your eyes widened even more. “You keep lookin’ at me like that doll and I might just have to kiss you.”

“W-what?” you were bewildered. Bucky turned to his side, facing you as his eyes opened. “Bucky, I don’t- I, uh-“

“You’re wondering why I’m here,” he stated in his gruff morning voice. Bucky had you like putty in his hands and he hadn’t even had a full-on conversation with you yet. “Well, you were a little bit floozy last night, those were your words by the way. You came to me and talked to me a little bit. I wanted to take you home so I could put you to bed,” he paused, smacking his lips, still waking up. “You said you’d only come home if we cuddled. Initially, I said no. But we bargained for my shirt and cuddles.”

“Oh.” you blinked. Seemed fair enough. It sounded like you to be affectionate as you were.

“That’s not all though.” Bucky grinned as the sun began to peek before behind the curtain. “When I said no, you said you’d take my shirt and a kiss instead. But I told you, I’d give you the latter and if you were still up for it in the morning, I’d give you a kiss.” you tried to stop it, you really did, but you couldn’t. Your jaw dropped slightly, but you regained your composure quickly.

It looked like you both were out of character this morning. Bucky was oozing with confidence, while you couldn’t even keep up your emotionless exterior. You were so ready to jump his bones last night and here you were, a shy, messy puddle in front of him and it amused him. He was like a kid and wanted to mess around in the puddle, play with it a little. This was your chance.

“Okay, then kiss me.” you demanded quietly. Your words confirmed his suspicions. You wanted him, drunken words really were just an unspoken truth.

His hand reached out and brushed along the side of your neck, pushing away your hair. Bucky’s hand grapsed the side of your neck, pulling you toward him harshly until you were snuggly fit against him. You were on his chest at this point, giving him the best morning view he could’ve ever asked for. Bucky watched you for a little bit, desire and infatuation sprouting across his oceanic eyes. He couldn’t help but brush his thumb across your chin. His finger came into slight contact with your bottom lip, a soft gasp leaving you. Bucky noticed, of course he did. He couldn’t help but let his thumb wander to brush across your lips, your tongue instinctively licking your lips at the same moment. You caught him off guard, but he liked it. It wasn’t long before he had you under him, your cheek cupped in his large hand as he kissed you hard. Bucky nipped at your lips a few times before pulling away, leaving you breathless.

“I think...” you panted, brushing the palm of your hand across his jaw to which he cuddled his face even deeper in your hand. “I’m a little floozy again.”