#also when people buy me food I MELT

[alexandy99]

I added some new videos to my YouTube and OnlyFans🥰🥰 thank you everyone for making me such a happy fat girl

I am almost out of school for the summer and I am going to be such an unstoppable hedonist

You are welcome to send suggestions for what I should make next, I love new ideas👀

[sun-kissy]

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

barista!remus x shy!reader

summary: you go to a new cafe to order donuts for your friend, immediately enamoured with the barista

tw: nothing? reader takes literature as a major, also kind of has social anxiety

a/n: might make this a series! i’ve got a few ideas <3

An anxious sigh escapes you as you stand idly outside the cafe, peering inside through the mosaicked windows. It was jam-packed, people pushing past each other and snake-like queues forming throughout the space. You wriggle your phone out of your coat pocket and glance at the message that your friend, Madison, had sent in a half hour ago.

hey gorgeous!! mind picking up a few donuts for me at Beanie’s before you come over? a few of the pbj ones, and some chocolate ones too. thanks xx

She was expecting, and you went by whenever you could to help her out after her asshole of a boyfriend left.

Normally, you wouldn’t bother. You hated crowded places, and Beanie’s was the definition of crowded – an old-style cafe which had blown up overnight because of its scrumptious donuts and vintage aesthetic. But who were you to deny the cravings of the woman bearing your goddaughter?

You take a deep breath and push the creaky wooden door open, cringing at how the bell rang and signalled the whole cafe to your presence. But no one so much as looked up, busy trying to buy or sell food, or find a table.

You push your way through the sea of people, joining the queue in front of the counter. It was long, you noted, and would probably take another fifteen minutes or so until it was your turn to place an order. You fish out your crumpled book from your bag and turn it to the page you had stopped on yesterday. It was the second classic of the term – Pride and Prejudice. Taking literature as a major meant you spent more time reading than anything else, but you weren’t complaining.

As you read, you scribbled down plot points to take note of and quotes which meant something worth writing about. Your eyes stayed glued to the page, trying to work out hidden meanings and flowery language. Once you were back home, you’d have to compile all your analysis onto that worksheet Professor Ragnarsson had given out, write the 10-page long review, and then –

“Hey! Shut the damn book and order, will you?”

Your heart jumps in your chest at the sudden harsh tone. You close your book and whip your head around to see a middle-aged man glaring at you before peering down at his watch. “There’s a long queue, and we don’t have all day.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks as you open your mouth to apologise – but before you can say anything, you hear an oddly soothing voice from behind you. “Hey, don’t be a jerk. She didn’t know the counter was open.”

You glance back towards the counter, and you swear your heart stopped beating for a second. Angelic was an understatement to describe the man standing in front of you, tall and lanky and absolutely fucking beautiful.

His chestnut brown hair perfectly framed his pale face, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he glanced at the rude customer behind you. There were pinkish scars tracing from above his eyebrows to right below his lips, but they looked golden under the orange light – he looked like some kind of heavenly being.

When his eyes dart back to you, his expression instantly softened, lips tilting upwards in a smile. You thought you would melt into a puddle right there and then just by gazing into his warm, honeyed eyes. “Hi, gorgeous. What can I get you?”

You blink, your mouth involuntarily falling open slightly. Gorgeous? Was he talking to you? Maybe he was referring to the man behind you.

His smile widens, and that does absolutely nothing to calm the feeling of your heart bouncing around in your stomach. “It’s okay if you can’t choose just yet, I know the number of options can be…” he chuckles, “overwhelming. Take all the time you need to decide.”

Oh my god, you thought. His laugh sounded musical, like the tender feeling of being enveloped in a warm embrace. You’d put it on a record player and play it on loop for hours if you could.

“Hurry the fuck up –”

“One more word from you and you won’t be getting your coffee today, buddy,” the godly-looking barista snapped in a slightly louder tone at the man behind you, face contorted in irritation.

You hear silent cursing behind you, a twinge of embarrassment turning you red. You quickly glance back up. “Sorry, hi, hello. I’ll um… I…” the words were on the tip of your tongue, but seemed to dissolve when he glanced at you with those agonisingly pretty eyes and kind smile.

Snap out of it, you internally curse as you open your mouth again. “I’ll get three peanut butter-jelly donuts, and four chocolate donuts.”

“Okay. Which chocolate ones?” he asks, tapping his tongs against the display dome with stacks of donuts. There really were a lot of options – chocolate sprinkles, belgian chocolate, chocolate glazed, double chocolate – your mind seemed to freeze up for a second. Which one would Madison want?

You quickly look behind you, seeing the man’s face twisted up in what looked like rage. It seemed to be taking him all his willpower not to lash out at you, and the customers behind him didn’t look much far off.

You turn back to the counter, eyes wide with panic as you feel the blood rush to your head. You had never been good at this; thinking and choosing on the spot. That’s why Subway was always a no-go for you, that’s why Madison had specifically told you what to get her – just that she hadn’t been specific enough. “I… I’m not sure. I think, um…”

“Hey, take it easy,” you look back up to see Remus giving you a reassuring smile, a slight hint of concern on his face. Your despair must have been embarrassingly evident, then. “It’s alright if you can’t choose. Do you want me to pick for you?”

You ought to have been humiliated, the way you immediately nodded and gave in to his offer. But he just gave you an easy smile and nodded, picking up one of each type and placing them in the box.

“Thank you,” you mumble sheepishly as you move to the payment counter, fishing in your bag for a wad of notes.

“Of course,” he grins, and it was so bright you thought it could probably light up the whole cafe. “That’ll be $15.90.”

As he waits for you to pay, he takes a quick look down and begins to brush crumbs off his apron. You look up at the wrong moment, eyes immediately fixing on the curves of his biceps visible through his T-shirt, and his slender fingers.

He glances back up at you, catching a glimpse of your flustered look and instantly smirking. You look away abashedly, counting the money and handing it to him.

The brush of your fingers against his calloused palm sent a jolting shock through you as you quickly pull back, not missing the way his smile widened as he cashed the money into the register.

“Thanks for visiting, sweetheart. Hope to see you again soon.”

You don’t reply, afraid you’d crumble into a blushing, gooey mess. Flashing him a brief, nervous smile, you pick up the box of donuts before turning around and heading straight for the exit. Sweetheart.

You huff as you open the door and step outside, pulling out your phone to complain to Madison all about the stupidly handsome barista at her favourite cafe. God, he really knew what he was doing.

[hurtspideyparker]

One night in the lab Peter finds an old prototype of the EDITH glasses and puts them on.

"Look Mr. Stark! I am Iron Man," he says with a deep voice.

"C'mon kid, that's the best impression you got?" Tony says before looking up.

He sees Peter with those rectangular frames and big grin. For a moment he thinks he's looking at old publicity photos of himself. A confident Tony Stark, tinted glasses and cocky smile, hair fluffed up and oozing manly charm.

Tony's easy smile drops a bit at the thought of Peter being anything like who he used to be.

"Oh sorry for talking over you Ms. Potts I just like the sound of my own voice more than hearing about the safety of our company. I'm too cool to apologize so I'll buy you a zoo for endangered species later honey," Peter tries again with the mocking deep voice.

Tony is quick to recover from the odd deja-vu feeling of seeing the teenager in the frame of a mirror, focusing back on his hologram.

"Yeah because I call the love of my life by her last name. And for your information it was an alpaca sanctuary, and she loved it." Tony corrects, pointing a pen at Peter in rebuke without looking up from his work.

"I chose to be respectful over accurate. Also I saw those alpaca photos and one of them was trying to chew on her skirt, she didn't look very impressed." Peter replies with a matter of fact press of his lips.

Tony glances back at the boy only to find himself unable to look away. He can't help but hear echoes of "I just wanted to be like you!" when he sees the boy wearing frames reminiscent of Tony's classic fashion sense.

Tony thinks about Howard, how he used to run laps to prove he was good enough, better than, worthy of being his son.

He was never enough for Howard.

"You're always better at remembering that kind of stuff than me anyways kid."

Peter is taken back by the earnest tone the older man suddenly possesses. His mouth opens but no words come out in reply, Tony looking at him as if he can see right through the spiderling.

"Now stop playing with my old crap and c'mere, we have some important decisions to make," Tony waves him over to look at something on his phone.

When Peter gets close enough he sees that it's a food delivery app, Tony's fingers hovering between an Indian and Thai restaurant.

Peter shoots him another grin, "I vote for samosas!"

Tony rolls his eyes but clicks on the Indian restaurant anyways.

Peter notices in the reflection of the phone that he still has the glasses on, reaching up to remove them before Tony puts a hand on his wrist to stop him.

"Keep em on, it's the first time you've ever looked cool enough to hang out with me. The tech in those is useless anyways, they're just a pair of sunglasses now."

Peter looks up at his mentor with such awe and admiration that Tony nearly melts like butter under the sun.

Tony may not do many things right when it comes to people, but he knows that even when he was still young and naive he'd known better than to ever look at Howard like that.

So maybe there's one thing he hasn't screwed up.

[cannellee]

MIKEY! ALPHA! HEADCANONS! WE NEED THEM! i love all your works, please continue to try your best!! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ you’re the only blog that we can count on for amazing cute abo fanfics! ♡ 🍓

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

alpha! Mikey x omega! Reader

— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons

tw : mikey's a perv, outdoor sex.

my masterlist : ☆

(thank you so much anon!! I'm so happy you like my blog, thank you for keeping me motivated!!🫶🏼 I also included nsfw headcanons here since I had 2 other requests for alpha mikey which included this)

I think alpha mikey's main trait is that he's extremely protective.

he's protective but not in an overwhelming way, he's way more subtle than baji can be for example. glaring at anyone when you got your back turned, but he's giving you an angel face when you face him.

mikey's a walking warning for everyone and alphas know better than to challenge him.

you might think mikey is a passive type of lover, unbothered and going with the flow. people could think that you're the one leading the relationship but you're not.

as long as you're not hurting yourself or others are not bothering you, it's all good.

but a no from mikey is a no, and a firm one at that. no negotiations or compromises : mikey's your alpha and he knows better.

and that's why you trust him! you listen well and he loves that about you.

you're such a docile omega! mikey's melting everytime you obey him so quickly without questioning any of his words.

but he has to admit there's something about you being bratty that amuses him.

he loves to see you act all big and sassy : it makes him want to show just who is in charge!

but mikey's very soft. don't misinterpret his assertiveness as him being controlling. he cares about you and your opinions more than anything.

he takes your thoughts into account so much that a simple word from you could have him doubt himself.

he's anxious and always stressing over his capabilities of fulfilling his duty as your alpha.

this worry alone pushes him to do his very best at looking after you.

when you first met mikey, he knew you were gonna be his. he couldn't have it any other way. you were just so perfect for him : his complete opposite, a breath of fresh air.

if you had a partner when you met, you should have been ready to say bye to him because mikey was not letting you go around with someone that wasn't him.

one might think mikey's not attentive, reliable or understanding and that he's a bit detached, but that's a misconception.

actually, mikey's really soft and cares for you so freaking much :(

he's a huge fan of skinship, hugs, hand holdies and anything of the sort.

he lives for the attention you give him! if you're ignoring him too much for his liking, especially when you're out with people, he will kindly remind you of his presence and casually spread his pheromones.

mikey can act cute all he wants, but once anyone gets a sniff of his scent, they'll be fleeing far from the both of you.

his scent is literally threatening to anyone that's not you.

of course you don't know that, mikey doesn't want to scare you off. but he can't help but get overly jealous sometimes!

and it works everytime : nobody wants to get on his bad side.

also, don't expect mikey to make you food, he's hopeless when it comes to cooking. but he will be buying you toneless of snacks and sweets though.

but make him food and he falls in love all over again. food is literally mikey's weak spot and there's just something about seeing his omega takes care of her alpha the best she can that is so endearing and cute to him.

asks you to spoon feed him and while you do he'll 100% make a mess purposely & ask you to clean his mouth yourself...

he's down bad and always touching you. there's something primitive in him which highlights his possessive instincts whenever you show yourself a bit vulnerable to him

as your alpha, he feels deeply touched that you're feeling safe enough to show this side of yourself and does everything he can to assure you that you can, in fact, trust him fully.

your small frame and doe eyes looking up at him make you look so delicate, it sparks up his protective instincts and a comfortable sense of purpose. knowing he has someone to come back home to, someone who'll always be waiting for him warms his heart.

mikey is all about staying inside : he's a lazy and cuddly alpha, he could bet he's in heaven when you let him lay his head on your lap while playing with his hair.

your nest is his favourite place. he's inside of it even when you're not, even adds his own little plushies and stuff, scents them and rearrange your nest.

you constantly nag him about it because you hate it when someone is moving your nest, even if it's him.

he apologizes and offers to make up for it by eating you out lol.

he has no shame and is dying for your touch. he loves the way you taste! your slick is filled with your fruity scent and makes his head dizzy.

if you were to let him, mikey would be fucking you 24/7 without a rest. he's just addicted like that<3

don't expect him to be slow and gentle, mikey likes it rough and so do you, luckily.

expect to wake up the next morning covered with bruises and bite marks : he likes it so much when your whole body is a reminder of how much you belong to him!

let him scent you and claim you the way he wants and you have the happiest mikey on earth!

but mikey'll take you out! he loves late night dates and watching sunsets with you <3

always gives you his scent covered coat to keep away both the cold and unwanted attention from you.

during your walks, mikey's body and mind are only focused on you. his senses are alert, he's careful and very observing. nope, you're not getting out of his sight tonight and nobody's getting too close to you.

but it doesn't stop him from being a perv.

you've learned not to wear skirts or dresses when you're out : his hands magically grab the hem of your skirt and flick it just to sneak a peek at your undergarments.

the embarrassment you feel is insane, but what's more insane is the pool that's forming between your legs everytime he does so.

your arousal is so strong it drives mikey mad and you're somehow still surprised when he appears to not be able to control himself.

"my sweet omega, be good for me and spread your legs".

he ends up fucking you in a dark alley, your panty pushed on the side and your skirt all the way up with your bare ass out.

you're bend over with your hands on the wall while he's pounding into you from behind just the way you need it!

he's fucking your brains out and you find yourself crying both from pleasure and the exciting fear of being caught.

once you've both cumed, he carries you back to the safe place of your home where he can please you properly. because you and your pleasure matter more than his >:(

(and also because your aroused smell is enough to attract all the alphas of the neighbourhood and mikey doesn't want to fight when he's too busy burying his cock inside your warm pussy).

your presence gives him so much peace, there's not a day he's not grateful to have you. you're the only one who can make him sleep soundly at night and actually appreciate life.

his nightmares and urges are now under control. you keep him composed. just one look at you and your pheromones (his favourite smell) suffice to put his mind at ease.

the first time he introduced you to toman, he made sure they all acted right in front of you. they were a bit surprised by you and how kind you were compared to the invincible mikey, but everyone knew you were the perfect match <3

randomly calls you during the day and comes pick you up after school. he's your personal bodyguard and takes his job rather seriously tbh. asks you what you want to eat and buys everything you ask.

making sure you ate is his priority n.1! he needs to make sure you're well taken care of.

doesn't show it but he's always worried about you.

mikey doesn't let his emotions show, he only lets himself be vulnerable in the comfort of your embrace.

he's always carrying an item with your scent and expects you to do the same.

he's soo loving and affectionate, alpha mikey is the perfect mix between a guard dog and a big teddy bear. it's all about balance!

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

Wait, so those little mini resin foods I love so much are called miniverse? Do you think you could tell me more? I've always vaguely wanted to get into making like, the lil resin or clay fake foods because honestly I've always found them absolutely adorable, but I thought it'd be a lot harder than buying some kits, it looks like you're doing? This is so exciting :D !

Yeah! I've always loved those videos of people making very very small foods, so when I found out there's kits for them easily available I was so happy! They're sold under the name "MGA's miniverse make it mini" or something like that, and they're typically $7-10 per kit, blind bagged (although most have a pinhole marking to denote what's inside, there's guides for it). They're sold in most major stores where they keep the other blind bags. Here's an example of how they come, apologies for the potato quality photos (they're from a night where I was demonstrating to friends the before and after):

(although I did some small edits and additions--the original kit comes with white chocolate chips instead, and the "mint leaf" is actually a basil leaf from a pasta kit I did previously)

The chocolate sauce is actually a teeny bottle of UV resin! I put everything together to get:

Ta da! Tiny mint chip ice cream that won't melt! (And I had plenty of the oreo halves left over for another day! Typically you get more of the sprinkle-on-top bits than you need)

They're super simple and fun, and I've been really enjoying them! Right now they're releasing a ton of new kits: new waves of their normal food and homewares lines, and also a beverages line and a Halloween one! I think everything's meant to be on shelves by around mid August, but you can sometimes catch them early online. If you decide to give it a try, I suggest also getting a cheap UV flashlight, I got this one and it works like a dream!

(also, the requisite warnings about working with resin, wear a mask and latex gloves, it can cause skin or respiratory irritation, etc etc)

[small-sinclair]

Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

[lightsoutletsgo]

mimi congrats on 500, i’m so happy for you! 🤍🧸✨🫶🏼 i never send anything for these kinds of things but i need to do it now because i trust you 👀 so okay. . . can i request 2 ships please? and ofc i wouldn’t mind a little nsfw. i’m an aspiring actress, my favorite food is pasta and always will be. i’m a little introverted and shy but once i’m comfortable around people i’m able to get out of my bubble. i’m a perfectionist and don’t like not having control over my life. i have a hard time expressing my feelings :( and may come across as a cold person but i am extremely sentimental, i just wanna be held and loved. i like going out as much as i like staying in watching a movie or doing anything, really.

congrats again baby, love youuuu. <333

ahhh gwen! I'm so honoured that you trust me to write this request hehe I hope you enjoy it - this was literally so fun 🤭 happy reading! love mimi 🤍

MAX VERSTAPPEN ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ (everyone pretends to be shocked) - calls you schatje or lekker ding (when he's being silly) - loves loves LOVES feeling your hand in his!! it keeps him grounded - his love language is physical touch - he loves surprising you with flowers and buying you flowers. doesn't even need to be for anything, he just loves showing you how he feels through the language of flowers (omg fic idea?)

max relates hard to feeling like a perfectionist and while he also wants you to be the best version of yourself, he doesn't allow you to be hard on yourself. if he sees you getting too into your head, he's quick to hold your face and make you look at him. he'll remind you that he loves you and that he's proud of you. the way he looks at you makes you feel like you could make a million mistakes in the next few minutes and you'd still be okay - because you have him by your side. both you and max are often called the ice couple. no one means anything by it! they just think it's kind of funny how you're so short with others (especially if you're upset or stressed) but then you look at each other and it's like you do a 180. max won't ever admit this but it actually turns him into such a melt knowing that he's the only one who can turn you that mushy.

max loves taking you with him on race weekends and he will never not get butterflies seeing you there waiting for him in the garage with his name and number on your shirt, but nothing makes him get butterflies more than you sleepily curled up on his chest at home. he's a sucker for at-home dinner date nights and he loves cooking with you in the kitchen, it's fine if it gets super messed up because then he's telling you to get dressed and he's taking you out for dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in monaco where you know there's no way that he would have gotten in if he wasn't the max verstappen.

he loves that you have your dream of being an actress and he does as much as he can to support you in that, even if he's on the other side of the world. helping you look for workshops and audition opportunities, introducing you to your favourite actresses and inspirations when they're at the f1, helping you learn and run lines. you support him so much in his dream and career, showing up to as many of his races as possible that he can't wait for the day he gets to return the favour and stand on the red carpet as your trophy husband for the night! he's actually really excited by the thought!

max is absolutely addicted to the noises you make for him and only him as he loves to remind you. nothing satisfies him more than seeing your eyes roll back as he murmurs to you, his voice low, "who's making you this messy schat hmm?". he relishes in the way you squeeze around him when he's pushing in for the first time and you love the way he grips your hips as he does his best to control himself, the ache of his fingers digging into your hips a delicious reminder over the next few hours of just who you belong to. max is possessive, highly possessive. there is no way you're not leaving his bed, couch, apartment, car, driver's room, without him leaving a pretty mark in at least one or two places. he never does it where it can be captured by the cameras, instead choosing spots that only the two of you know about or spots that he can gently press when you're in public, the brief sting sending tingles down your spine.

"schatje?" max's voice prompts you to open your eyes from where you'd been dozing on the couch with the cats, "what do you want for dinner tonight?" you crane your neck to look at him as you gently scratch under sassy's chin, giggling at the way you feel her starting to purr against your tummy, "hmmm..." you look at him and bite your lip with a smile, max chuckles and nods, "pasta it is then!" you let out a cheer as max crosses the room and gently lifts your head to create a space to sit. as soon as he's sitting, he's placing your head back in his lap, one hand automatically soothing over your hair, his other hand snaking down to link his fingers with yours. you hum happily and he gazes down at you with so much love and adoration you swear you could cry. he leans down to press a soft kiss your forehead. you're not even aware of your eyes closing and drifting off to sleep but when you next open your eyes, you're cuddled into max, the cats nowhere to be found. it's dark outside and the lamp in the corner is switched on, casting a dim golden glow over the room. "how long was I out?" max stretches before pulling you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck and inhaling your cosy sleepy smell. "a couple of hours..." you sigh contentedly, hands sneaking under his hoodie to gently scratch at his lower back soothingly and he shudders next to you, "fuck... I missed you this weekend schatje." "I missed you to..." "I really don't wanna get up to make dinner," you giggle, "me either..." he sighs as if he's making a life altering decision, "then I guess we're just gonna have to order from your favourite italian restaurant." you give a little excited squeak as he rolls on top of you, softly grabbing one of your calves to wrap your leg around his waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck before he whispers in your ear, his voice gravelly, "think I could make you cum before dinner arrives?"

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

LANDO NORRIS ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you baby or sugar (when he's being annoying) - is addicted to your lips! like he loves kissing them but sometimes he gets so distracted just staring at you talk - his love language is acts of service - lando really isn't a good cook but he'll learn to make your favourite pasta dish just for you! lando is known for being that happy smiley, golden retriever around everyone whether he knows them or not. but you're not and he understands that! whenever you're in a new environment or meeting new people, he's gently linking his fingers with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times just to remind you that he's there if you need him. he'll happily stand slightly in front of you if it makes you feel better but as soon as you've warmed up and you're in your zone he's stepping back with a proud smile (and totally zoning out because your lips look so good when you smile and laugh)

lando is not a chef in any way, but he is determined to learn how to make your favourite dishes just because the way your eyes widen and you smile at him when he presents dinner to you is worth any amount of time or fails or tiny burns he gets in the process! he loves being able to surprise you after a long hard day or at any point! sure the presentation might be lacking and sometimes you have to add a little extra salt when he's not looking, but he does it with so much love and care. even taking the time to set the table up with a candle and some flowers. he'll pull your chair out for you to sit down and serves you as if you were dining at a michelin star restaurant (the only difference is that you pay him in kisses not cash!) he loves when you sit on stream with him and he loves watching you interact with the fans, asking them questions and passing on their questions to him. fans have made many compilation videos of the two of you and the titles and contents never fail to make you giggle watching them when lando's away and you miss him. "lando and his doberman gf" "golden retriver bf x black cat gf" "lando and his gf being the sun and moon for 10 minutes" lando loves how your lips look when they're smiling and laughing but he also loves how they look wrapped around his fingers as he slowly rolls his hips into you while you whine and moan underneath him. he loves the way they look around his cock and sometimes all you have to do is bite or lick your lips before he's clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself dragging you off to a quiet corner or his room - he usually fails! lando loves sloppy kisses while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, smirking into the kiss as you let out the most lewd whines and whimpers, drooling and cock drunk. he sometimes gets so turned on that he's begging you to sink to your knees under his desk. he's stopped a stream early before now, just because he couldn't wait any longer!

"hey sugar," you roll your eyes with a smile as lando slides onto the bed next to you, "come here often?" "you're ridiculous," you laugh and shove his arm. he wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, dragging you with him, "lando!" he cuddles into you, firmly tucking you into his side so you can't escape, "I was looking at an audition!" he sighs, "look later..." you wriggle slightly but he's unrelenting, "you're so needy!" you coo at him and you can practically feel his cheeks heat up, "yeah well... been missing you today..." he mumbles and one of your hands comes up to play with his curls absentmindedly, "ohhh yes please," you snort, "your fans are right, you're literally like a puppy..." he pulls away to look at you, "I'd be a good puppy for you," he says with a wink as you scoff and flick his forehead, "don't be such a whore, babe," "can't help it..." he shrugs, "just gotta look at your pretty lips," his face gets closer to yours and you can feel his breath on your lips, "just one look and I need to feel them."

he's murmuring against your lips at this point and your thighs squeeze together with no warning, he fucking giggles and presses a line of soft kisses along your jaw, teasing you. but you're not in the mood, "lando?" your voice is hushed as you look up at his pretty eyes, watching the way the lust and love he has for you swirl in them, "yes baby?" "kiss me." you don't need to ask him twice, he'll gladly kiss you anytime.

[divine-donna]

dinner time

pairing: astarion x gn! reader

word count: 514 words

ao3 link: 🩸🩸🩸

notes: idk i saw people asking for vampire lord astarion fics and i didn't finish the game. i just finished act 1. but here's something small. i guess? here's a quickie. also guess look out for game spoilers.

Devotion is something that should know no bounds.

At least, that's what you thought originally.

Happiness mattered to you. Your partner's happiness mattered. There was just something about seeing him be vulnerable and sharing intimate details of his life with you that made you feel warm on the inside. Clearly, he trusted you. And with you, he was happy.

Until he wasn't.

Astarion was a creature of consumption. His hunger was eternal and felt infinite. And because of that, part of him would never be satisfied.

Which is why you helped him become the Vampire Lord of Baldur's Gate.

In comparison to the other stuff you've done, it was easy work. It wasn't that much of a problem. The only thing you didn't like that much was that Astarion...changed.

Or maybe he didn't and he was always like this.

Not that you minded. Even if you felt your devotion was reaching its limit. There was only so much you could do. But you've been through thick and thin with the elven vampire.

Shiver run down your back feeling the tips of fingers graze your shoulder. You felt his presence. He always carried that lingering scent of death. From the people you killed, from your adventures to get back to Baldur's Gate. You could also smell blood on him. It was strong enough that you could taste it. "What are you reading?" His voice is sultry and enchanting. It makes you melt.

"I'm just...reading up on the history of Vampire Lords in Baldur's Gate—"

"Boring. Dreadfully boring. They don't matter." His hand closes the book in front of you. You feel his other hand slide along your back as he moves to sit on the table in front of you.

He's covered in blood. Not a surprise considering you smelled it when he was behind you. "All that matters, to you, is me. Besides, they're dead. What are they going to do?" He says.

"Someone could bring them back."

"And?" Astarion raises one of his eyebrows. "We'll just kill them again. We're good at killing. You are great at killing."

You look up at him, staring into his eyes. They were like rubies, sparkling even in the candlelight. He was a gem, a gem that you cherished. Maybe you cherished him too much. "Do you need something?"

"Well, it's important to eat regularly. Supposedly, it makes you...more energetic, happier, stronger, faster. I hate admitting that it works but it does. Besides, your blood is absolutely delectable, pet." The way the nickname rolls off his tongue makes your insides feel like jelly.

"You...You fed this morning."

"My appetite since becoming Lord has...increased. Dramatically!" He flaunts his hands in a flamboyant fashion. Even covered in blood, he was so charming. "So, be a good pet and offer me your neck."

You were already tired from him feeding on you earlier in the morning. But maybe you could just buy some foods to help replenish your blood faster, to give you more energy.

Who were you to say no? To question your own devotion to the Vampire Lord?

[terasumono]

I translated Ushio's initial SSR card story!

**Please don't use my translations for bots or claim them as your own.**

Feel free to let me know if you catch any mistakes!

Man Proposes, God Disposes (First Half) 

MC: (The new travel bag sure looked cool. That shop always carries a lot of designs that resonate with me...hm?) 

??: Haa? This is a scam, right? They’ve got to be manipulating the results behind the scenes.  

MC: (Is that Ushio-kun’s voice? .....Ah, I thought so.)  

MC: Ushio-kun? 

Ushio: Geh. Why are you here...? 

MC: There’s a store I like here...what about you? 

Ushio: Where I am and what I’m doing has nothing to do with you, does it? Are you infringing on my privacy? 

MC: S-Sorry. I’ll be off then.  

Ushio: Wait. I’m sure you have nothing better to do anyways. Aren’t you thirsty? 

MC: Huh? Well...now that you mention it, I haven’t had anything to drink yet so I am a little. 

Ushio: Then...cola, chocolate, and matcha—which do you prefer?   

MC: No way, are you going to treat me?  

Ushio: I am always under your care. So, which will it be?  

[Cola] 

MC: Then, I'll go with cola.  

Ushio: “Shouta’s Passion-filled Spicy Craft Cola”, yeah? 

What, so this means Chief’s oshi is also Shouta... 

MC: Eh? Oshi?  

[Chocolate] 

MC: Then, I'll go with chocolate.  

Ushio: “Sweetly Melting, Reito’s Popular Choco Milkshake”, is it. Huh, didn’t expect that.  

MC: What are you talking about...? 

[Matcha] 

MC: Then, I'll go with matcha. 

Ushio: “An and Kazari’s Double Heroine Matcha Latte ~Garnished with Candy Art~”, yeah? 

You have surprisingly refined tastes. 

MC: Yep, I feel like drinking some every now and then.  

Does this one come with candy as well? 

Ushio: ......It doesn’t matter, does it? I’m going to go buy it so twiddle your thumbs and wait here.  

MC: Ah, okay... 

MC: (Ushio-kun can be hard to grasp...) 

MC: (At any rate, this cafe is really bustling with people...) 

Female A: It’s no good~ They said today’s reservations are full and there've been no cancellations either. 

Female B: Seriously? I wonder if we’ll be able to make a reservation during the event period. Let’s give up on the food and just get drinks today then. We should be able to get take-out for the drinks at least.  

Female A: Yeah...Hey, if I order my oshi1’s drink, do you think he’ll come home after all?  

Female B: It’s random, so it'd be super exciting if a miracle like that occurred...! But wouldn’t you be moved if you ordered your ship’s other half or the rival instead and he still came out?  

Female A: True! It’d end up feeding my delusions...!  

MC: (I don’t really get it, but they seem incredibly excited... 

This seems like a limited-time cafe, so maybe there’s some kind of bonus with each purchase? If I had to guess, that’s probably what Ushio-kun's after too...)   

Ushio: Thanks for waiting.  

MC: Thanks...huh, wait? There’s two?  

Ushio: I felt like drinking something too. Now then... 

MC: (He turned around...and is clearly doing something secretly...) 

Ushio: Tch... 

MC: (He clicked his tongue...? I wonder what’s wrong.) 

Um... 

Ushio: You want seconds? 

MC: Huh? 

Ushio: If you’re still thirsty, they have a variety of different drinks—— 

MC: I'm happy for the consideration, but it’d cost money so this is more than enough.  

(I couldn’t possibly allow Ushio-kun to pay for everything either.) 

Ushio: ......ttle. 

MC: Huh? 

Ushio: It’s because this is....a battle.  

MC: Hm?? 

Ushio: There’s value in things you can’t buy with money...it’s just like travelling, don’t you think? 

Giving up just because it hasn’t come after a few tries, when you haven’t even done all you can....Isn’t that way more of a loss?  

MC: Y-Yes.... 

Ushio: That’s how it is, so just wait here.  

MC: ...... 

(He was so enthusiastic that I couldn’t turn him down...) 

(This is the fifth one...At the rate he’s going, we’re going to go through the entire menu...) 

(I know he’s buying the drinks because there’s something he wants, but...) 

Ushio: AH——! Geez! How many has it been now?! If this is how it’s going to be, I’ll put everything I have on the line to settle this...!2 

MC: U-Ushio-kun, I can’t drink anymore...my stomach is going to burst... 

Besides, the thing that you want is— 

Ushio: ...Washroom. Once I get back, we’re going another round. 

MC:  Eh, another round?! Wai—Ushio-kun! Hey, Ushio-kun! He’s gone... 

(To think that there’s something he wants so much that he’d become so dejected... 

I wish he would have the same amount of passion when giving hospitality3. In order to do that...) 

...Okay! We’ve come this far anyway—one last try won’t hurt! The line is...over here.... 

Shop Clerk: Thank you very much~.  

MC: (Every drink comes with one silver bag.  

So this is what Ushio-kun's been opening since earlier. Let's see, inside is...) 

This is... 

Man Proposes, God Disposes (Second Half) 

MC: This is...a coaster? 

(It seems like a paper coaster. I feel like the character drawn on it resembles Nanaki-kun somehow...) 

Female A: E-Excuse me...! 

MC: Ah...yes, what is it? 

Female A: If it's okay with you, would you be willing to give Reito...give that coaster to me? I’ll pay for the drink.  

MC: (It’s the person who was in front of the cafe earlier... I wonder if this person was also after this?) 

Reito? 

Female A: That’s the character’s name! 

...I can’t believe you don’t know Reito, are you a bandwagoner? 

You aren’t qualified to have him, so I think it’d be better if you handed him over to me.  

MC: H-Haa... 

Ushio: My bad, the washroom was full... 

?!  

(If I remember correctly, they’re that ReiShou shipper...!) 

Female A: (They’re that ReiOu shipper..!) 

MC: Is this character really that popular?  

Female A: That’s right! *rustling noise*  

MC: Wah, it’s a bag full of Reito (?)-kuns... 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato4 : This is the limited gacha can badge they sold at this year’s PatiFes. Reito’s character tax is high so it was hard collecting these!  

Ushio: <......One’s love for their oshi isn’t something that can be measured in numbers.> 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: Ahem! Reito is a character from a series known as “PatiBato!”. “PatiBato!” is an unprecedented shounen manga that combines sweet confections and hot-blooded battles!  

MC: I-I see... 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: At a super difficult-to-get-into technical school for pâtissiers named “Framboise”, everything is decided by battles between fellow pastry chefs...just like a Sengoku Period5 of sweets! 

Ushio: <Ha, someone who looks like they’ve never even made sweets before doesn’t suit it at all.> 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: The main character is an energetic boy named Shouta who excels at baking, and Reito is a scholarship student who specializes in chocolate sweets, and is Shouta’s first rival, as well as the object of everyone’s admiration!  

Ushio: <Can a ReiShou shipper with zero reading comprehension please not speak about Reito?> 

MC: (Why is this turning into a heated argument...?!) 

T-Thank you for the explanation...!  

I see, so he’s a character from such a popular series.  

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: That’s right. So give Reito to...  

MC: I’m sorry, I can’t give this to you. 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: Huh?! 

Ushio: ...! 

MC: (This might be the coaster Ushio-kun wanted after all...) 

Female A Whose Life Has Been Taken Over By PatiBato: .........Fine, I get it. Make sure you treasure him.  

MC: ......haah~~! That person was super passionate, wasn’t she! She seemed like an acquaintance of yours, but do you know her? 

Ushio: ...You think I’d be acquainted with a sinner who ships ReiShou? 

MC: (He definitely knows her...) 

Ushio: ...That coaster you were holding earlier—I wouldn’t mind throwing it out for you. 

MC: Ah, right. Was this what you wanted?  

Ushio: ?! I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that a coaster from a series you don’t even know may as well be trash—    

*phone ringing* 

MC: Sorry, it’s a call from Kafka. Yes, hello— 

Ushio: ...... 

MC: That was a collaboration cafe for “PatiBato!”, wasn’t it? 

Ushio: ... 

MC: I can see why Reito-kun would be popular~.  

He looks kind, and he’s certainly got the good looks.  

Ushio: ... 

MC: You like the character named Ouji-kun as well, don’t you, Ushio-kun? 

The pudding milkshake inspired by him was also delicious—! 

Ushio: ...Hey.  

MC: Hm? 

Ushio: T-That coaster from earlier, I wouldn’t mind receiving it from you.6  

MC: Eh... 

Ushio: No, that’s not it...What I mean is...uh... 

MC: Oh, that’s right! Sorry, here you go! 

Ushio: ...Huh. 

MC: You wanted Reito-kun's coaster, right? 

Ushio: ......puya7...y....yeah..... 

MC: (Thank goodness. He seems happy.)  

Ushio: ...W-Well, you did accompany me in getting those drinks and all. I wouldn't mind taking your request the next time I bake something. 

MC: Eh, are you sure? Hehe, I’m looking forward to Ushio-kun's homemade sweets~!   

Ushio: You’d better look forward to it.  

MC: Yup! 

Ushio: (What a weirdo...But, well, I was able to get Reito’s coaster...) 

...Heh. 

TL Notes:  

1. One's favourite (member of an idol group, character in an anime, player in a team, etc.) –Jisho 

2. 「こうなったら泣きのもう一発を…！」I wasn’t sure how to translate this but I believe it comes from「泣きの一回」, which apparently is a term used in sports when you’ve lost against an opponent and would like to request another match for a chance at victory. The 一発 that Ushio says instead comes from 一発勝負, which changes the phrase to mean “to bet everything on one final contest/bout for a complete reversal of the situation”.  

3. The urge to just leave this word as “omotenashi” is as great as the urge to leave “Chief” as “Shunin”. 

4. Likely short for “Pâtissier Battle”.  

5. The Sengoku period, also known as Sengoku Jidai (lit. ‘Warring States period’) is the period in Japanese history in which civil wars and social upheavals took place almost continuously in the 15th and 16th centuries. –Wikipedia  

6. He makes it sound like he’s doing us a favour by accepting the coaster from us lol.  

7. Ushio has a speech tick where he acquires a lisp (?) of sorts when he’s surprised. I think his “puya” here is just him expressing he’s happy, and I’m going to leave it as is, as it’s very cute. 

[morpheus-somnium]

Hungarian food headcanons [Skyrim]

As a Hungarian person, I am going to tell you what kind of Hungarian food would exist in the lands of Skyrim

[I am aware that these foods might and probably exist in a lot of other cultures, I'm just saying that they are also part of the Hungarian cuisine!]

[Most pictures are either from Wikipedia pages or Google!]

Chicken stew, aka csirkepörkölt

This food inspired the post, because i was eating it while writing the draft. It is so good.

You need chicken, grease, water, spices and either pasta or some kind of főzelék (see down) to eat it with.

It's pretty easy to make, and it tastes good, so not only adventurers make it, but it's also a popular food at inns.

Főzelék

This is a vegetable soup-stew-pottage thingie. It looks like you mashed said vegetables into baby food and then stirred it into this weird stuff. You can eat it with any kind of meat, I guess. You make meatballs or sausage to pair it with.

This is a very controversial food; I, for example, only like potato főzelék that my mom makes.

I think most Skyrim residents eat it because they don't have anything else to eat?

Adventurers eat it, for sure. It's kinda easy to make (other than a special kind of stirring with flour?) and only needs a few ingredients, and you can eat it alone, too.

Túró rudi (Curd snack?)

Cottage cheese in chocolate that is usually filled with some kind of jam. Stay with me. You might think that it sounds weird. It is. But it tastes so good!! It is sweet, and cold.

You might buy it from vendors in the city because it would melt or rot away quickly. The children of Skyrim love this snack!! Or anyone who loves sweets. I think mostly colder regions would eat this? Like Dawnstar, Winterhold, Windhelm

Rakott krumpli (Potato casserole?)

You make it when you have time because it requires an oven and a bit of preparation. But your followers would LOVE it. Everyone I know loves it? So I guess the residents of Skyrim would love it as well. You would walk into 3 random homes, and you would find at least one family or person eating it.

It would also keep you warm:)

Goulash, aka gulyás

This a pretty basic one?

I think a lot of people have heard about it before

Mostly hunters and adventurers would make it, in a small amount, at night.

BUT people would also make it at festivals or before them (we have city days in Hungary, and I guess the nation that were in the SU at one point? Or at least that's what I've read. So on these city days we used to make goulash in the garden when waiting for guests and I can kinda see it happening in Whiterun)

Dobos torte, aka dobostorta

I am not a baker, so I don't know how hard it is to make this, but! Skyrim bakers would totally make it.

This is the cake served at Victoria Vitti's wedding. 💯. Believe me. Please.

It has caramelized pieces at the top and they are so good to crunch.

Spritzer, aka Fröccs

This is wine with carbonated water

You might think that only poor people would drink this, but no. There are people here (and in Skyrim) that drink this instead of water. 😭

So average nords would drink this instead of water. They wake up, spritzer. They need to eat, drink, swallow medicine, spritzer. They have a headache, spritzer.

Crepe, aka palacsinta

A lot of European countries have this type of pancake! So not only Skyrim but the majority of Tamriel would make it.

It is pretty easy to make, so if you and your followers crave something sweet for dinner, you would make it.

those dwemer pans are literally made for them.

You could use either some jam or some kind of chocolate cream to spread on it.

But!! Some places would have salty or sour crepes? Like a potato-filled one!

Fisherman's soup, aka halászlé

My sibling absolutely loves this soup; they eat it almost every time we are at some kind of restaurant.

You need like fish, onion and paprika.

So the slaughterfishes better be prepared when someone hungry is near the water, because their slaughtering ass will be cooked.

[brooooswriting]

Maybe some really fluffy fluff with Jenna and R reuniting after Jenna had been filming for so long?

Hope your day/night is going good!

See you again

Jenna Ortega x reader

5 months was wayyyy to long to not see the person you love. You loved how much Jenna loved her job and how happy she was when she accomplished it all, but you hated that goddamn job. You missed her like crazy, sure you knew what you were getting yourself into but still.

When you heard that Jenna was gonna come home in a week you couldn’t be more thrilled. You couldn’t wait to see her again and hear about all the crazy things that she did while filming. You guys had been dating for over a year and a half so you knew what she needed after a while away.

She was coming back from filming in Hungary (just made that one up) and while on the phone you could see that she got thinner and her face was a tad colorless, which meant that she wasn’t getting the nutrition she needed. You figured that in between filming and practice, cooking wasn’t one of her priorities. Cooking her favorite food seemed like the best thing to do, you did everything to the point where you just had to heat it up when you guys were ready to eat.

The fact that she missed her family while she was away also wasn’t new but something that you had learned from the first time is that she needs a day to reset, to chill and sleep. So you scheduled them for the day after she arrived. Her family was more than understanding of the fact that she needs her rest and that you two would need some alone time after not seeing each other for 5 months. They were lovely really.

When you came home from buying groceries you noticed that the apartment was, well, not as clean and organized as it should be. Your girlfriend was a perfectionist at most time and loved to relax in a clean environment, so cleaning was the next thing on your list was deep cleaning.

You decided to surprise Jenna by picking her up at the airport. Normally you guys met at home, less people with less paparazzi and stuff but you wanted to see her as soon as possible.

So you told her driver not to come so you could pick her up. Dressed in mostly black with headphones, cap and sunglasses you made your way to pick up your girlfriend. The feeling of excitement and butterflies getting stronger with each meter you closed in on the airport. It was the same feeling you had on the first date with a person you already like, this excitement, mixed with a bit of fear and a lot of admiration.

You tried to park as close as possible, giving paparazzi less openings to annoy you two. You then waited in your car until her plane landed before walking to her gate, standing in the back so you wouldn’t be too obvious. Your leg was bouncing while you played with the ring she gave you for your anniversary, your excitement was visible for anyone.

“You seem excited to see someone” an old lady next to you said, a small smile gracing her face. You couldn’t help but smile too, a soft smile forming on your lips at the thought of Jenna.

“I am, I haven’t seen her in 5 months” you told her, eyes still dreamy. She turned to you, smiling while looking at you.

“I remember the time I was that in love. It was 65 years ago, I met him on the street on a random Tuesday while shopping. We bumped into each other and it just suddenly clicked. We are still married, we have been for 55 years and our love for each other never died down” she said, now her smile turned even softer and her eyes dreamy as she clearly thought about her husband. Your heart melted, you could only imagine that you had to look like this thinking about the actress.

“That’s very sweet. You know, I met her two years ago, on the street. It was a Thursday though, and she bumped into me, running from someone. It took us a bit to date but now we’re very happy” you shared your story while an elderly man appeared next to the woman you were talking too.

“Oh, this is Henry, my husband and I’m Margret” the woman introduced reaching her hand out for you to shake, her husband following her move. You introduced yourself too, shaking their hands.

The moment you pulled away and looked up you saw a petite girl walking through the doors, immediately recognizing her and jumping up. The movement seemed to catch her eye as she quickly looked over before speed walking to you. As soon as she was close enough she let go of her suitcase and jumped into your arms, her arms tightly wrapping around your shoulder while yours wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Her face snuggled into the crook of your neck, a content hum leaving her throat as she could finally take in your smell again.

You only pulled away when an ‘awww’ was heard from your right side, Jenna leaving your arms to the point she could look at the person who disturbed you two. You giggled as you saw Margret and her husband, causing your girlfriend to turn to you confused.

“Oh yeah, Jen, this are Margret and her Husband Henry. They’ve been together for 65 years” you told her, proud that you could still remember the date and the names.

“You two remind me of us in the good old days, don’t you think Henry?” Margret said, holding a hand over her heart. She was giving you two such a sweet smile as she looked at the way you two were still standing so close to each other that you were constantly brushing against each other. Henry gave her a nod, carefully grabbing one of her hands and giving it a kiss.

You and the brunette couldn’t help but Aww this time, your arms pulling her body closer to you. She pressed a kiss to your neck while your lips carefully brushed her forehead. A small yawn left her lips as she leaned most of her weight against you.

“It was great meeting you but I think I’ll get this one home. She’s had a lot to do lately” you told them, giving them enough time to say goodbye too before carefully pulling the smaller girl with you, her suitcase in your other hand.

“Oh, y/n, don’t let small things like distance or work get between you two. Trust me, you’ll be happy about it later” she called after you making you nod before disappearing through the doors to the parking deck.

“I missed you” Jenna mumbled into you making you chuckle as you parted to put her case in the back of your car. You told her you had missed her too before opening her door for her, then getting in yourself.

“Thank you for picking me up yourself, I know paparazzi can be quite annoying” she said, her head resting against the window. Your hand placed itself on her thigh, thumb rubbing comforting circles.

“No problem, love. I couldn’t wait to see you again. I hated not seeing you for 5 months” you told her, looking at her as soon as the car stood still at the red light.

She mumbled something before leaning over to kiss you quickly. “Oh, your family is coming to visit” you started, already seeing her face fall, “tomorrow. You need to rest today” you continued, her face immediately lighting up. “So, I prepared some things at home. Chill things of course and then we can go to sleep, you look like you need a bit of sleep and food” you chuckled lightly as she hit your shoulder.

“Thank you though, you really do know me” she smiled at you as you parked the car. “I like to think so” you mumbled and exited the car, running around it to open the door for her before getting her stuff out.

“I cooked your favorite, we just gotta heat it up. The next episode of breaking bad is already on, there’s a ginger shot in the fridge and it takes around 20 minutes for me to finish food, so you could shower in that time if you want” you said as you put everything to the side, hugging her again.

“I’ll go shower real quick” she kissed your cheek before running to the bathroom while you returned to the kitchen to finish cooking.

As you were nearly done you turned to get something from the fridge, Jenna using that time to walk to the herd and stir the sauce giving you the perfect opportunity to hug her from behind. The moment your arms wrapped around her waist you took the spoon from her. “Don’t, we don’t want it to burn” you grinned, warning yourself a slap against the forearm.

“Oh my god, that was over a year ago. Will you ever let that down?” She asked dramatically making you laugh. You pressed a kiss to her head before speaking up.

“The fact that it took you 2 minutes to burn the food that I cooked for over three hours on our second date? Definitely not” you unwrapped yourself from her to plate up the food, making sure her portion was extra big. “Now, be quite and eat something” you grinned as you two settled down on the couch to eat, the tv playing.

Once you were done you put everything in the dishwasher before returning to your previous spot next to your girlfriend. Now that you were free she immediately threw her legs over your and cuddled into your side, making your chest warm up. “I missed this, even though everybody was nice and I made friends. I do feel lonely without you” she told you, the tv now only playing in the background.

“I get that, I feel the same. It’s weird coming home without you here, I never got used to it” your voice was barely a whisper as your head rested on top of hers. Quietness now taking over the room, except for the noise of the tv.

After another episode you noticed the small brunette was nearly asleep making you smile. You picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom where you carefully placed her down on the bed before going to get changed. Once you returned Jenna was facing your side of the bed, waiting for you to get in. As soon as your back touched the bed you pulled her closer making her sigh. “Another bad thing about being away, nobody carried me to bed” she smiled into your shoulder before dosing off.

It didn’t take long for you to follow, you couldn’t wait for her to tell you all about filming tomorrow but right now you only wanted her to get all the sleep she needed.

[o-sachi]

─── A Letter for @marushato ✦

If you have received this, it means you signed up for Sachi's Selfship Event !

TWINNNN. We only recently became moots but I alr love you. Thank you for hyping me up and feeding our delusions together. You seriously make my brain melt. I hope to see you annotate my future works as well meehehhheheh.

✉️ Attachment: ABCs with Narumi Gen

[A] Affection He likes to play it cool and pretend to be the nonchalant boyfriend in front of everyone. But who is he fooling? Absolutely no one. Everyone in the first division knows how clingy he is. Yes, that's pretty much 90% of his show of affection—just Narumi wanting to be around you 24/7. He also likes to share his stuff with you (he never shares ANYTHING, so you know you're special). Whether it's food, a game, or something he bought off of Yamazon—best believe that if you asked for it, he'd probably let you have it.

He's a sore loser too. But he'd gladly let you win when you play games together because he likes seeing you smile so widely.

[C] Comfort Narumi's a bit awkward when it comes to comforting you, especially since you're quite good at concealing your feelings. Like he knows you're not okay, but he's not sure what to do (like the vibes are off). At first, he might try to comfort you with his words. But he soon realizes he's not that good at it. So he tries to do things for you instead—like getting you your favorite food or giving you a massage. He gives you absolute princess treatment basically (he'd want to be treated like that if he were sad, so yeah!)

He also suddenly becomes nicer? LIKE who are you and what did you do to Narumi?

[D] Dates Most of your dates are spent indoors, either at your places or in your rooms at the base. You love playing games with each other. Even if all you do is play while talking to each other—y'all are pretty happy with that. But on the rare occasion that you both have a day off that coincides with each other's, you drag him out of his cave. You get breakfast/brunch/lunch together (dinners are too much of a hassle, y'all would rather be in bed by then). But there have been many instances wherein he practically begged you to join him at a convention. You guys buy figures together sometimes!

[J] Jealousy Like I said, he tries to act nonchalant about your relationship, but he's the biggest fake idgafer ever. He gets annoyed for two reasons: 1.) he's a naturally possessive guy, what's his is his; and 2.) the audacity of that person to actually try and take something from THE Narumi Gen? His ego could never. But he'll whine and moan about it before confronting that person. He'll ask you shit like, "Do you really love me or what?" You know it's bothering him when he transforms into the biggest drama queen. However... you don't really have to worry much about him. He naturally repels other "potential suitors" and he's waaaay too loyal to you.

[K] Kisses He almost fell to his knees the first time you kissed. You both remember it well because you two were arguing about something silly at the time before the major event happened. Narumi always gets butterflies in his tummy no matter what kind of kiss you give him. You'll also notice that he likes just about any kiss on the face—cheeks, lips, forehead, nose. Sometimes you still catch him blushing, but he'll start calling you crazy and gaslighting you for imagining things lol. (He was a terrible kisser at first, but you taught him well).

[O] Other People Everyone's a bit confused how the two opposites that used to butt heads all the time are suddenly together now. But through time, people are just glad that there's someone that can handle Narumi. Due to your relationship, he has become a bit more responsible. He attends meetings more than he usually would. Hasegawa is personally thankful that you do his work now (babysitting Narumi lol). But beyond that, they find you two to be the cutest couple ever. Both of you try to be the nonchalant one in the relationship, but you both know that y'all crazy for each other.

[X] XOXO His little act of love is that whenever he orders something from Yamazon (which is pretty much all the fucking time), he always makes sure to get a little something for you. He's confident he makes enough money to splurge on the both of you. Plus, he loves the bright smile on your face as you unbox his packages together. He ordered you matching figurines once (figurines from the same series/game) and he was sooooo proud of himself.

Thank you for participating. I hope you like it :3

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[fangswbenefits]

Spicy chocolate:

Okay imagine this…

You have Miguel have been dating for a while now, and let’s just say the sex is….*chefs kiss*.

And you guys usually can’t go two days with out fucking, but you and Miguel haven’t fucked for TWO WEEKS NOW.

And so you’re going crazy, and Miguel would be a piece of shit like he is sometimes and just not say anything nor try to make a move, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR A BOTTOM WHO CANNOT MAKE THE FIRST MOVE TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!

So you go your best friend for some advice, and they tell you, to go get that chocolate that turns people on.(I forget what it’s called sorry)

You think they’re crazy but after a while of thinking about you realize that this might be the only way to help you out,

So you go and buy a pack, and when you get home you wait around until Miguel gets home, when he gets back you tell him you guys are watching a movie and that you went to the store and bought everything,

And he seems so happy about it, and when you get up to get everything he grabs your waist and starts kissing you and apologizing for not getting to tuck you, and so he wants to make up for it.

And you blurt out “for crying out loud I bought that stupid chocolate for what?”

Miguel looks at you confused, but slowly picks up on what your talking about, so he lets go of you and rushed to the kitchen as you try to stop him, but by the time you get to the kitchen, HE ALREADY ATE MORE THE HALF THE BAR OF CHOCOLATE. (DONT ACTUALLY EAT THAT MANY GUYS OKAY!)

And he just gives you a smirk before feeding you two pieces, it take a few minutes to finally kick in, and by that time.

You and Miguel are all over each other, and during him fucking into you and rubbing your clit, he whispers in your ear “You wanna know why I haven’t fucked you for so long?” He goes fast as you nod

“It’s because if I did I couldn’t stop myself for fucking you like this until I got you nice a full amor, until your you are wobbling like a penguin around the house swollen with my children. And tits full of milk, only for me and and the baby(‘s)

Y’all would not be leveling that bedroom for a WHILE, only to get food but you had to stay there only Miguel could leave.

RUBY IM LITERALLY ON MY PERIOD DO NOT JUDGE ME OKAY AND BEFORE YOU ASK HOW I KNOW THIS, ME AND MY EX HAD GOTTEN IT AS A JOKE FROM A FRIEND AND WE MELTED THE CHOCOLATE AND HAD CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES, OKAY!

(Also if you want to use this I’m 100% okay with that I would love it actually, but ya if you just give me some credit though, anyways much love <3)

👀

[philaet0s]

Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 26

Previous Part: Part 25

Next Part: Part 27

back to tweets in the next part!

Simon

A cottage in the middle of the woods. If you’d asked me where I thought Baz was taking me, this would have never been my guess. After spending his entire childhood in a huge, isolated manor, without ever seeing people unless his dad took him to the nearest town, a twenty-minute drive away, let’s say he’s not a fan of secluded places. He likes people and the business of cities.

And he likes luxury hotels. It’s very strange for him to have booked something like this. I ask him about it.

“I’ve been spending my life between the jet and busy cities for the past few months. Reconnecting with nature couldn’t hurt. And you like it, don’t you? I can perfectly picture you frolicing in the garden,” he comments, in a teasing tone, as he looks out the large bay windows that open on ‘the garden’.

That word does not do justice to the large outdoor space this place has. I can’t even see the limits of it from here.

“I am excited to go around the garden,” I answer with a smile.

“I knew it.”

…

Baz has decided that we should have a picnic for lunch. My argument that it’s November, therefore absolutely not the right time of year for a picnic, doesn’t stop him. Neither does my argument that we don’t have any food, and that I was thinking we would rely on delivery services for our trip, as always when we’re away from home. (Right, we do rely on delivery a lot when we’re at home too, but that’s beside the point.)

So there we are. On our way to the nearest grocery store, to get food for our picnic.

Groceries are always a fun experience with Baz. His parents have tons of people working for them, including a cook who is the one doing most of the grocery shopping as he is also the one making most of the meals, and though he has lived alone in the past, a majority of his meals were takeaway or delivery so he never had to worry about groceries then either. Then he had a boyfriend who, as far as he told me, was in charge of food. Now… He has me for that. I’d never trust him with my shopping list.

But, on occasion, I do take him to the shop with me, and I get to watch him walk the aisles like a child in the zoo, marvelling at everything around himself. And putting a shit ton of crap in our cart.

Every word out of my mouth is full of skepticism as I watch the items he grabs. “Do we need four different bars of chocolate?” “It’s November. Why would we buy ice cream? It’s going to melt before we’re back at the cottage anyway.” “You know we can’t survive on sweets only, right?” “We also can’t survive on cheese only.” “You do know that strawberries are not in season, right? Put that back. Here, let’s have some pears if you want fruit.” “Is the hummus really necessary?” “So we’re buying a family-size box of cereal for… 2 days?”

I do put back some of the things he’s added to our cart, but most of it stays. He doesn’t do this often, and it makes him happy. I don’t have the heart to stop him. Besides, it’s not like it’ll go to waste. We’ll bring anything we haven’t eaten here back home.

I’m a little concerned that most of our groceries are not things his dietician would recommend while he’s on tour, but I keep those concerns to myself. I can see him turning my question into a comment about his weight from a mile away. It’s a sensitive spot for him… Which is absurd. He’s put on a few pounds since the beginning of his tour and he’s still slimmer than I’ve been in years. Yet, he never seemed to have issues with my weight. Quite the opposite.

He can have junk food for two days. It’s not like I’m going to tell on him.

As we’re emptying our cart on the belt at checkout, a hesitant voice speaks his name.

I was wondering if that was going to happen.

Surprisingly enough, Baz doesn’t get recognised that often when he’s out and about. Of course, it happens, but far less than what I expected when I met him. He told me it happens more when he’s in the US. Maybe it’s just that a majority of his fans don’t live in the UK.

We both turn to look at the voice. It belongs to a girl, who’s probably only a couple of years younger than us, with her hair bleached so much that it looks white and tons of piercings on her face. Her hair is shaved above her ears and she has tattoos there, that make her look like an elf in a fantasy movie. She’s very pretty.

“Hello, I’m sorry to come onto you like this, I hope I’m not bothering you, I totally understand if this is annoying, but if you don’t mind, could I have a picture with you?”

At least she’s polite. (A bit too polite, the poor girl sounds anxious). Some people don’t even say ‘hello’ before they ask for a picture.

Baz smiles at her kindly. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“Alice.”

“Okay.” He turns to me. “Can I let you handle the groceries? It’s almost our turn.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Thank you. Alice, do you want to go outside for that picture? It might look nicer than with those aisles in the background.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah. I mean, I need to… uh…” She holds up the groceries in her hand. “Pay.”

“Well, then, let’s all pay for our groceries, and then you can have your picture.”

She nods. “Y-Yeah.”

Poor girl. She looks like she might faint.

The lady at checkout looks mildly annoyed with us. With all that chatting, we haven’t finished putting our groceries down and she’s already checked everything else out. We hurry with the rest of our things, then Baz pays. I don’t even argue about it. There was a time when I would have. I don’t like when people pay things for me, but after a while I understood that that was one of the ways in which Baz showed love –I guess that’s what happened when you grow up in a family where you received many gifts but no affection. When I seemed annoyed that he was paying for me again, he would take it very personally. Like it was him I was rejecting and not his offer to spend his money on me.

Besides, he’s rich as hell. He can pay for things.

My contribution is paying for our bills. It makes the most sense since I’m the one who’s at home most of the time, anyway.

We head out of the shop, soon followed by the girl, Alice. She looks incredibly flustered. It’s kind of cute. She clumsily searches for her phone in her tote bag. It’s the sort of behaviour I’m more used to seeing in Baz’s teenage fans.

I offer to take the picture for them, both because it generally looks better than selfies and because that poor girl is so emotional she might not be able to get a good picture. She accepts with a grateful smile, handing me her phone. They pause, I click. Picture taken. Alice thanks me when she takes back her phone, which she quickly drops inside her bag.

“Thank you so much,” she tells Baz, waving her hands in front of her face and blinking fast, like she might cry. “I’m… Sorry, it’s just… I really love your music. It got me through very hard times and I… It’s really a big deal for me. Seeing you. I… If I may take one more minute of your time. I have a tattoo. Inspired by one of your songs. I wanted to show you, if that’s okay.”

“I’d love to see it,” Baz answers.

I wonder how that feels like for him. Someone loving his lyrics so much that they get them tattooed on their body. It’s not a rare occurrence, I see people post their Baz Pitch tattoos on Twitter regularly, but I don’t know if he’s ever seen one in real life. He doesn’t get much interaction with his fans.

Alice pulls up the sleeve of her coat and top to show Baz the inside of her forearm. There, she has a broken violin tattooed, and from what I can see, lyrics from his song Precipice. It’s from the album of Baz’s I listen to the least –Portrait of the Artist as a Madman– because it was written when he was at a very low point in his life and the feelings he expresses in it always make me tear up after a song or two.

“That is not my most cheerful song,” Baz comments, almost teasingly.

“I love your sadder songs more. You have a way of describing feelings and experiences in just a few words that is so… raw and real, but lyrical at the same time. Some of your songs could be poems, it’s… brilliant.”

“Some of my songs were written as poems.”

“I know! I study English at university and the first time I heard In Fairness I lost my mind, I had to listen to it a second time immediately to make sure I wasn’t going crazy and that you had written a song in iambic pentameter! It’s a prowess, really, that you were capable of taking that poetic form and putting it to song, and it’s such a lovely homage to the tradition of poetry and singing being intertwined. And it was such a risk! That’s an unusual way of putting stress in a sentence, it gives an odd rhythm to the song, but… it works so well. And… I talked too much. I’m so, sorry. I’ll leave you now. Thank you so much for your time, it was absolutely brilliant getting to chat with you.”

“Hey, slow down. You just gave me all these compliments and you’re going to walk away without giving me a chance to thank you?”

She flushes.

“I’m very touched to see how much you seem to appreciate my art, and I’m glad you were so impressed by my… bold songwriting decision on In Fairness. The general opinion on that song is that it’s terrible, so it’s quite pleasant hearing someone say something positive about it.”

Oh, to hear Baz talk about his music. I must have the same adoring look on my face as Alice…

Simon and Baz going grocery shopping is actually so special to me, I’ve written so many scenes of then at the grocery shop lol (it’s because I’m obsessed with grocery shops)

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Black Butler x reader headcanons, but it’s only the characters I think deserve more attention.

Ash Landers

🤍💜 If you managed to get Ash to fall for you, good job. This angel is SO PICKY when it comes to a s/o. I doubt anyone but the purest of heart could turn his pretty head. Seriously. He’s like a unicorn or something.

🤍💜 Absolutely devoted to his s/o. If you’re looking for a loyal doormat, Ash is your angel. He will cook, clean, and do basically whatever you need him to. Seriously, all you have to do is ask.

🤍💜 Definitely takes everything way too seriously, so avoid joking requests like, oh, i dunno, “could you light London on fire for me?” He will. Don’t test him.

🤍💜 I feel like his favorite dates would be either sitting at home and chatting over a cup of tea, or someplace high up. He’s an Angel, after all. He likes to be near the sky.

🤍💜 Yes, he will fly you around. Unless you’re scared of heights.

🤍💜 Can and will fight anyone who even looks at you wrong. You might want to keep hold of his arm so he doesn’t get himself charged with arson and murder.

🤍💜 Very gentle, and shy with physical affection. He doesn’t want to taint such a pure being! You are going to have to just tackle him. He will NEVER admit it, but he loves physical affection more than anything. He also loves complements and praise. 

🤍💜 Overall, a wonderful catch of a man- well, angel. He will definitely treat you right :)

Snake

🤍💛 Oh he’s such a cute little shy bean! All you’d have to do was give him a singular complement and he’d be head over heels for you. If you like snakes, even better! His friends will love you too :)

🤍💛 rarely speaks for himself. You might have to try behavior training to get him to tell you what HE says, instead of what his snakes are saying. Not that he ever really disagrees with his snakes, but still.

🤍💛 Yeah his snakes do a lot of the flirting for him, and they all have WILDLY different ways of going about it. Wordsworth, as the refined gentleman he is, gives very good complements. Emily likes to be in charge of planning dates. Goethe is very friendly and will ask how your day’s been (even if he just asked the same question five minutes ago!). Oscar is the problem snake. He’s a lil naughty noodle. More often than not, his comments are not translated (”Oscar! He can’t say THAT! Says emily”).

🤍💛 Very very shy about physical affection, but if you give it to him he will be addicted. Like, very addicted. He’s particularly fond of cuddling. He likes to be warm :)

🤍💛 Oh gosh if you complement his scales he will melt. He’s so self conscious and probably always worried that people with judge you harshly if he’s seen with you. 

🤍💛 Defend him from bullies and you’ll have his loyalty forever. He will. Not. Leave. Your. Side. (Is that really such a bad thing? He’s so cute-)

🤍💛 Oh gosh please be gentle with him he’s such a fragile little noodle- Always speak with a gentle tone. He’s very sensitive to criticism.

🤍💛 Yes, you can hold his snakes. Yes, you can boop their little snoots. Just be gentle.

Charles Grey

🤍💙 Just don’t be a boring, beige colored, saltine cracker of a person and he’ll love you. By that I mean, actually have a personality. Be funny! Challenge him! Keep things interesting!

🤍💙 This man is a five year old trapped in a grown man’s body. Just look at that smug face. Does he look like a mature adult to you? He’d probably go to a carnival with you if you asked him. AND he’d win you all the prizes. He’s just that good.

🤍💙 Buys you lots of expensive gifts. He’s filthy stinking rich, after all. Will also take you on the most extravagant dates. I hope you like fancy food (and lots of it!) :)

🤍💙 He already knows how awesome he is, but tell him anyway. Are you just feeding his already over-large ego? Yes. Should you stop? Absolutely not. The way he puffs out his chest and shows off is just the cutest thing!  Like one of those funny birds of paradise.

🤍💙 Being best friends with Phipps is a requirement. They’re a packaged deal. Which is funny, considering they’re polar opposites. Phipps has been dealing with Charlie’s shit for years now, he’s happy to have you around to lighten the load.

🤍💙 Boundaries? What are those? This little shit is all up in your business 24/7 and hates when you don’t pay attention to him. Absolutely loves physical affection. Not even the slightest bit shy about it. Prepare to be absolutely smothered with affection.

🤍�� Would you like to learn fencing? He’d be delighted to teach you! Even more so if you happen to be good at it. This bastard loves a challenge!

🤍💙 He’s scared of ghosts and snakes, and you can DEFINITELY use that to your advantage. He will deny his fears till the day he dies, but it’s pretty obvious how terrified he is. You can get some pretty funny reactions out of him with a well-placed rubber snake! He’ll pout about it for a while, but after a bit he’ll come right back. Be warned: if you give him a particularly good scare he might end up in your bed that night. (He’s TOTALLY not scared, he just wants to make sure you’re ok!)

Aleister Chambers

✨❤️ Buckle up, buttercup. If you’re actually here for this man, i applaud your unique tastes. Not everyone can handle this bastard.

✨❤️ If you have a female body, congrats! You’re his type! Hope you didn’t want to get rid of him any time soon, because you will be stuck with his dramatic ass from the first time he lays eyes on you. And he has plot armor. 

✨❤️ Yes. He is very, very, very dramatic. If you’re reading this, you’ve likely seen the show and you know EXACTLY how he acts. If you say even ONE insulting thing to him, he will act like you’ve stabbed him with a sword and flop onto the nearest piece of furniture, moaning about how you’ve wounded his feelings. It’s really funny, actually.

✨❤️ Will spoil you with extravagant gifts. He’s rich, what did you expect? He has SCARY good tastes, and will pick the best outfits for you. Don’t ask how he found out your size for… well, anything.

✨❤️ Oh he’s so clingy. Constantly wants your attention. I really don’t know what else to say, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he is NOT shy with physical affection. If physical affection is your love language, you’ll be in heaven with this man.

✨❤️ Get ready for some WEIRD pet names. Hands up, who’s surprised? Nobody? Thought so. Sure, he COULD use normal pet names, but it’s much more fun to come up with his own. If you give him a weird pet name, he’ll be absolutely delighted. Go ahead, see who can come up with the strangest nickname. It’ll be fun.

✨❤️ Honestly it’s worth it to endure him just for the free entertainment. His natural personality is so over-the-top extravagant that even just sitting at home with him is like watching a comedy skit. He gets way too excited about absolutely everything, and will randomly start spinning like he’s a glitched video game character.

✨❤️ He loves to dance! And throw extravagant parties where he can show you off to everyone. 

✨❤️ Over all, is he a creep? Yes. But he’s also funny, pretty, and rich. So in all actuality, he’s a pretty decent catch.

Drossel Keinz

🧡💙 If you’re here for this man- er- puppet, congratulations, you are one of the only groups with more unique tastes than the Aleister simps. I’m honestly just writing him because he’s funny and i like his funky, jerky movements.

🧡💙 Achievement get! Acquire stalker (provoke any kind of positive feelings from the creepy puppet man)

🧡💙 Yeah he’s gonna stalk you for a while. He might not even approach you at all. He’s just curious about these ‘feelings’.

🧡💙 If he does approach you, it’s gonna be awkward as fuck. Seriously. He has no idea how to properly socialize, much less flirt. (Haha relatable)

🧡💙 every time he’s confused he does his little 90 degree head tilt. He’s confused a lot. He’s trying his best, ok? He quite literally has straw for brains.

🧡💙 If you’re artistic, he’d love to do art things with you. He’d also really love to show you his puppet collection. Hope you didn’t like sleeping :)

🧡💙 He’s not great at affection in general, but he tries. Sometimes his complements come off as creepy. Awkward head pats. So many awkward head pats. His skin feels like wood, and he smells like sawdust.

🧡💙 Be patient and explain things to him. He’s not great at feelings yet. Also very bad at even recognizing his feelings. Talking through feelings stuff with him is a great way to bond.

Gregory Violet

🖤💜 Anime onlys buckle up because some of the characters you only see in the manga are the best. Case in point, this art goth. 

🖤💜 I feel like he would go for a more introverted s/o. Especially someone who’s artistic, like him. Not certain how two introverts get together, but whatever.

🖤💜 He’s a little eccentric, but that’s just part of his charm. Where else are you gonna find a cutie that likes to blow bubbles in his tea? 

🖤💜 Unlike with other people, if he says he’s gonna draw you, he’ll actually draw you. He won’t make you stay posed for five hours while he draws everything BUT you (rip Greenhill).

🖤💜 You want to draw him? He’s a little shy, but i’m sure you can convince him to pose for you. He wants you to be happy, after all.

🖤💜 Café dates!! And art museum dates!! You should definitely attend his concerts as well. Make sure to complement his dancing afterwards! He’s a little embarrassed about having to dance in front of crowds. Remember, he doesn’t like dancing to begin with.

🖤💜 You might have to pester him for a bit, but he will give you private performances. Will it be the whole P4? Probably not. He wouldn’t want to bother his friends with something so silly. Besides, you’re his, not theirs. 

🖤💜 He sings wonderfully. I imagine him having a low baritone kind of voice. The songs he sings for concerts often get stuck in his head (much to his annoyance), so sometimes you can hear him singing in the shower. 

🖤💜 Unlike literally everybody else on this list, Violet is not clingly. He’ll give you your space when you need it. He needs his space too.

🖤💜 Not very physically affectionate. He’s pretty strictly traditional and what not, so you might have to beg him for kisses. Unfortunately, his lipstick doesn’t really taste like anything.

🖤💜 He’s actually really low maintenance and pretty self sufficient. Probably one of the best picks on this list, if i’m being completely honest.

[topguncortez]

The Origins of Honeybee || part 2

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synopsis: Bob gets a call from the woman who's had his heart in her hands for the past decade. Bea tries to forget the real reason she showed up on Bob's doorstep

word count: 3.0k

warnings: religious trauma, teen pregnancy, mentions of depression, adoption, mentions of verbal abuse, running away, mentions of distorted eating, language

Bob’s hands were sweaty as he stood in the middle of the airport. He kept moving the bouquet of sunflowers and yellow roses from hand to hand so he could wipe his palms on his khakis. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over five years and suddenly, you were flying across the country and showing up on his doorstep. The call had been cryptic, but Bob gathered enough from the waiver in your voice, and he didn’t hesitate to buy you a plane ticket. 

It wasn’t that Bob wanted to cut off communication with you for the past five years, it was that you told him it was for the best. It had been too hard to try and maintain a long-distance relationship with you trying to finish your masters degree and Bob being the best WSO that he possibly could be. It hurt Bob more than anything to have to let you go, but if it was going to help you heal, then he was more than willing to break his own heart for you. 

His ears perked up as he heard the overhead speaker announce what carousel your baggage would be on. Suddenly his heart started racing and his blue eyes scanned all the faces of people coming off the escalator. He wondered if he’d even be able to recognize you. How much have you changed in five years? He knows he’s changed a lot. He no longer had that extra baby fat on his cheeks, he had to shave every day or else he had a five o’clock shadow, he also kept his hair trimmed up and short for work. 

“Bobby?” All his fears seemed to melt away as he heard your sweet voice fill his ears. He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise. 

“Honeybee,” Bob sighed and pulled you in for a hug without a second thought. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you froze for a moment before you hugged him back. He pulled away and awkwardly held the bouquet of flowers out for you, “These are for you.” 

“Thank you, Bobby,” You said and took the flowers from him. 

Bob nodded and stuffed his hands into your pockets, “Your uh, your bags are on carousel-” 

“I didn’t bring much,” You said and gestured to the duffle bag down by your feet, “This was all I took.” 

Bob nodded again, his eyebrows furrowed a bit in confusion. That was one thing that seemed to have changed throughout the years. He could remember when you moved in with him junior year, and how his closet and dresser were overrun with your clothing and shoes. But now, it looked like you packed up all your belongings into a duffle bag and a backpack. 

“Well, are you hungry?” 

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You were starving, and it took all your willpower not to scarf down the burger in front of you. You took your time to chew your food, savoring the taste of something with flavor. Your diet as of late consisted of buttered pasta and oatmeal. You could tell Bob was chomping at the bit to ask why you had called him of all people. It had been five years since you spoke to him, and now you were sitting across from him in San Diego with nothing more than two bags and a hundred dollars in your bank account. 

“Have you heard from Ava and Natalie?” Bob asked and you sucked in a breath, “I-I was just wondering since-” 

“No, I haven’t talked to them,” You said and twirled the straw in your drink around, “She uh. . . she called last week. It caught me totally off guard.” 

Bob smiled, “Yeah, I got a call too. She knew it was my birthday and told Natalie she wanted to talk to me.” 

“Natalie says Eloise likes numbers. She’s a lot like you in that regard.” 

“She got lucky,” Bob said, looking down at the food in front of him, “She’s got four parents who love her to the moon in back.” 

Everyone in town thought that you and Bob were making a mistake when you decided to give your baby up for adoption. But you both knew it was the best option for her. You were young, still a child yourself, and didn’t know how you were going to raise a baby in a town that had turned your back on you. When the word spread that you were having a child out of wedlock, you had been fired from the daycare center, their reasoning was you weren’t a “good role model” for the children. You had been asked to not come back to church unless you and Bob were getting married. You were spiraling into a depression and it got to the point where you were hardly getting out of bed to eat or take care of yourself. You didn’t know how you could raise a baby, someone who was going to be 100% dependent on you if you couldn’t even find the strength to get out of bed in the morning. 

You were actually the one to make the suggestion to Bob one day. He at first was against it. Bob couldn’t stand the thought of someone else raising his child. But then he heard your side of things, listened to your reasoning, and watched you with tears in your eyes tell him that this was the best thing you could give your child. Bob sat by your side through every single meeting with your adoption counselor, met with all the potential couples, and listened to their speeches on why they would be the perfect parent for your child. It was hard for you two to settle on a couple, not that any of them were bad people, they just were all too stiff, giving you the car salesmen’s pitch. That was until you met Ava and Natalie. 

Your adoption agent told you that it was harder for same-sex couples to adopt and they often get overlooked. Ava and Natalie had tried for years to conceive on their own but were met with tragedy after tragedy. You weren’t sure what drew you to them, maybe it was the way that Natalie talked to you like you were a lifelong friend, or maybe it was the way that Ava could relate to Bob’s desire to want to move the hell out of Montana. But after that first meeting with them, you knew that they were the perfect pair to raise your baby. 

It had been the hardest day of your life, placing your baby in someone else's arms and watching them walk away with her. Bob had to physically keep you from crashing to the ground as you tearfully waved goodbye to your daughter Eloise and her new parents. It hurt like hell, but you knew that it was the best choice for her and the two of you. And you had been right in choosing Ava and Natalie. The two of them kept you and Bob in the loop when it came to milestones with Eloise, sending you pictures and videos and holiday art projects. Every year you and Bob sent a birthday gift for Eloise and her parents would send you a video of her opening it in return. 

Ten years later, the ache in your chest still didn’t go away, and the same with Bob. He thought about Eloise constantly, and every night he would say a small prayer for God to watch over and protect her. He also always said a prayer for you too, that wherever you were on the planet you were doing alright. Bob told himself, if he ever got the chance to sit down with you again, he wasn’t going to pry and ask a thousand questions about what you had been doing, but he couldn’t help it. 

There was just something off about you, and he had to know. 

“Honeybee, I-” Bob leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. 

“Bea,” You said, cutting him off, “Please. . . Don’t call me ‘honeybee’.” 

Bob nodded and sat back in his chair a bit, “I’m glad you called me but. . . what’s going on? Are you okay? If you’re in trouble I can-” 

“I-” You opened your mouth a couple of times and then looked down at your hands. You let out a shaky sigh, running your hand through your hair, “I had to leave, Bobby. I can’t say much more than that, and please, don’t ask.” 

Bob’s blue eyes narrowed at you. You didn’t have anything physically wrong with you that Bob could see, but there was no light behind those eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Your hair seemed dull, and he noticed that your smile didn’t quite stretch across your face like it used to. But, if there was one thing Bob had been good at, it was keeping a secret. 

So, Bob did the one thing that he knew would bring you so much comfort. He extended out his pinky and held it towards you. You smiled at him, a genuine smile, and wrapped your pinky around his. 

“I swear,” You both said at the same time, kissing the pads of your thumbs and then pressing them together.

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Bob hadn’t allowed you to rent a hotel room. In fact, the moment you told him that you had gotten one, he made you cancel it. He had a decent house off base that always felt too big to him. He insisted that you take his room, while he took the guest room. The reasoning he gave was that it had an attached bathroom, and he wanted you to have as much privacy as you could get in the two-bedroom house. 

It had been almost two weeks of living with Bob. You two had slowly fallen into a normal routine as you had never been apart for the last five years. You didn’t even need an alarm clock to wake up at the same hour as Bob did. While he got in the shower and shaved for work, you found your way to his kitchen (which you went and stocked. . . after calling his mother and having her scold him for having nothing but boxed macaroni and cheese) and started breakfast and making lunch for him. 

Bob would join you right as the toast would pop up from the toaster, and pour two cups of coffee for the both of you. He would then help you clean the kitchen, as you packed up his lunch, and set in by the front door with his backpack, a travel mug, and a snack for when he’d go to the gym after work. And every morning, just like when he went to work for Ol’ Man Silverspoon, you’d stand on the front porch and watch him pull out of the driveway in that old Ford pick-up he refused to get rid of. 

Slowly, the Dagger squad noticed the changes in Bob. Phoenix was the first to notice, being one of the closest members to him. She noticed that his flight suits smelled like lavender and he was actually bringing a healthy lunch to work instead of his usual honeybuns and cheetohs from the vending machine. She also noticed that he would leave the Hard Deck earlier than usual on Friday nights, and would hardly talk to anyone on the weekends. 

Phoenix was sitting across from her sister in the breakroom, enjoying their lunch, well, Dragon hastily picked at hers, her morning sickness still getting the best of her, when Bob came and joined them. Both of the girls greeted him, as he sat and opened his lunch box.

“Here,” Bob said, “I was told you should try this.” He handed a small baggie of chips to Dragon. The Trace girl furrowed her eyebrows at him, “They’re ginger kettle chips. I was told that they help with morning sickness.” 

“You know that ginger helps with morning sickness?” Dragon asked. 

Bob just shrugged, “My mom said it always does the trick.” 

Dragon nodded, pushing away the salad that Bradley had packed for her, and opened the bag of chips. She took a sniff of them, before pulling one out and biting it slowly. She chewed it before looking at her sister with wide eyes. 

“Holy shit, these are actually good,” Dragon laughed. 

“Told ya,” Bob chuckled, taking out the ham sandwich you had packed him, “Honeybee knows what she’s doing.” 

“Honeybee?” Phoenix asked. Bob stopped about mid-bite and realized what he had just said. 

“I-” 

“Robert Michael Floyd, do you have a woman?!” Phoenix smiled, and Bob blushed, setting his sandwich down. 

“It’s a complicated story,” Bob said, “We were together, a long time ago, but we separated and now she’s back, and I-” 

“Are all blushy, gushy,” Dragon said, nudging him. Bob shook his head and looked down at his food, “Well, she made me and my baby happy, so I already like her.” 

“It’s very easy to make you and your baby happy. I watched you eat pickles and peanut butter yesterday,” Phoenix pointed out. 

“Bean’s got exquisite taste,” Dragon moved her eyebrows up and down as she placed her hand on her belly and leaned back in her chair, “And speaking of Bean, they are sitting on my bladder,” She pushed herself up from the chair, “Tell ‘honeybee’ thank you for the chips.” 

The second that her sister was gone, Phoenix turned and faced her WSO. Bob clenched his jaw, trying his best to keep the red from creeping up his cheeks under Phoenix’s stare. From the moment they met, Bob hadn’t kept a single thing from her. She was his best friend, his closest confidant. He told her everything about Bea, and Elosie and how his heart still belonged to her after all these years. 

“I was going to tell you,” Bob sighed, “I just. . . I wanted to have a little more time with her by myself before I told you, and then everyone.” 

“I get it,” Phoenix nodded and put her hand on his forearm, “You don’t have to tell me every-” 

“It’s what makes us a good team.” Phoenix smiled and nodded. Bob was right, their open and honest relationship was what made them one of the best pilot/co-pilot duos in the military. 

“It does, but I know how much she and Elosie mean to you,” Phoenix said, “How is she?” 

“She’s. . .” Bob sighed, “She acts and looks like the same Honeybee, but there’s something different. Something, I don’t know, off? I just can’t quite-” The sound of Bob’s phone buzzing in his pocket cut him off. He furrowed his eyebrows as he reached into his chest pocket, pulling his phone out, “Hello?.. What? No, slow down, I can’t. . . No! Don’t just. . . I’ll be home in five,” He stood up abruptly from the table, gathering his trash in his hand, “Whatever you do, Honeybee, do not leave. I’ll be right there.” 

“What’s going on?” Phoenix asked, standing up. 

“Not sure, but she says she has to run. That he’s found her.”

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You couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks as you paced back and forth in Bob’s kitchen. You had finally been able to catch your breath after doing some of the breathing exercises your therapist had coached you on. Your hands still felt numb and tingly as you looked at the packed duffle bag on the floor right next to the door. 

The second you answered the unknown call, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. Every fiber in your being was screaming at you to not answer it, but you did anyway. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, as the breath was stolen from your lungs. You had thought that you escaped it. That you had done everything you could to run away from him and the monsters that were still out there. The man you had hired to make it look like you had vanished without a trace said it had worked. 

You jumped at the sound of the front door being pushed open. Closing your eyes and taking slow breaths, you listened as Bob’s footsteps entered into the kitchen. 

“Honeybee,” He sighed out. 

“B-Bobby,” Your lip quivered as you ran to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you as you sobbed into his chest, “He’s found me. He’s coming for me.” 

Bob pulled away from you, cradling your tear stained cheeks in his hands, “Who? Who is, Honeybee?” 

“My husband.”

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