#and eat dinner whenever and buy the groceries i want and not have to walk on eggshells around ppl

[lacnunga]

Ive been so fucking on edge recently that even the smallest unexpected deviation from what i thought j was gonna do has me wanting to scream and/or cry

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write Steven Adler headcannons of him being a soft dom with reader in just like basic life scenarios?

A/n: I think I kind of strayed away from what you asked a bit, I just started writing and kept having to go back and look at what you had actually asked me so I could keep on track lol so I apologize if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :3

Warnings: Nothing really, it's fluff

You’ve known Steven for years from school

While he dropped out the two of you kept in contact

Now you had your own job and Steven was the drummer in a band

They weren’t that big yet and Steven didn’t have all too much money to fall back on so you happily let him stay with you whenever he needed to

It started off where he’d pop by from time to time, then he’d crash a night here and there, now he was basically just living with you

You didn’t mind, of course

He helped you out around the house, cleaning when you weren’t there, buying groceries (though he had to borrow your money to do that)

He slept on the couch most nights

Some nights you’d fall asleep watching a movie or reading on the couch and when you woke up Steven would be cuddled up behind you, having gotten some pillows and blankets to be more comfortable

Other times he’d just crawl into bed with you

He never bothered with some crappy excuse even, no “I had a nightmare, can I sleep here?” He could’ve, you wouldn’t’ve believed him but he could’ve

He always just came in, closed the door behind him, got under the covers and curled up right behind you, pulling you close to his hairy chest

Occasionally planting soft kisses to your shoulders and the back of your neck

As he started spending more and more time at your house you obviously started seeing more and more of him

He wasn’t very tall but he’d always offer to help you get things from higher shelves

On more than one occasion you caught him using chairs or straight up standing on the counter to dust the top of the cabinets

Little things he didn’t need to do but wanted to

He wasn’t paying you rent so you assumed this was his way of making it up for your generosity

Soon he started running you nice warm baths on your last days of work for the week or before a day off

He’d come out of the bathroom as soon as you got home, rushing over to you and leading you into the bathroom

“Come on, you’ve had a long week, just rest” He’d say

He’d help you out of your work clothes and into the bubbly bath surrounded by candles and rose pedals

He’d sit beside you for a bit, lazily playing with your hair

Sometimes he’d help you wash up

“You do so much, you have to take care of yourself, sweet thing” He’d whisper that and much more to you as he went, just wanting to comfort you and help you relax

He’d get you pyjamas to put on when you got out, always giving you time to just sit by yourself while he went and made dinner

Nothing too fancy because he didn’t know how to do fancy

Honestly it was usually just some kind of pasta, but the thought was there

He’d eat with you, hear about your week

“Aw, really? My poor baby had to do all that?”

He’d hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, pampering you the best he could

You two would watch movies together and when you inevitably fell asleep he’d carry you into bed and curl up with you, still praising you while you slept

On your days off he’d offer to bring you down to his band's place on Gardner so you could meet his friends and listen to him play

You’d have fun while you were there

Steven was always keeping an eye on you, keeping creepy guys off of you

You never went far from him

“Gotta keep my baby safe, don’t I?” He’d say with that big smile of his and kiss your cheek or forehead

Always walking around with his arm over your shoulder or around your waist, keeping you close, always keeping you close

He’d always be showing you off, as well

“Look at my girl! Isn’t she so pretty? Isn’t this outfit just so good on her? Look at that face! My girls so pretty” Anyone that visited the band was sure to hear about you

[okkotsuus]

jjk + domestic acts !

featuring: yuuji i. megumi f. nobara k. yuuta o. maki z. toge i. satoru g. suguru g. toji f. kento n. sukuna r. choso k.

contents: short head canons. fluff. established relationship. 900 words.

yuuji cooks for you. whether it be making you dinner when you come over for a date or making your lunch for school. he would be the type to make super cute bentos with the pictures made with seaweed. he also cuts everything into the sizes you like. he always waits to take the first bite so he can better see your reaction when you do. the smile and glow in your eyes fill him more than any meal could

megumi walks to the side where cars come from. whether it be walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, closer to the middle lane in a parking lot, or walking between you and oncoming traffic when crossing the road. he always has a hand on you too just in case, usually, he prefers to rest it on the small of your back, but he also wraps his arm around your waist.

nobara buys things you like or she'll think you like them whenever she goes anywhere. she loves bringing the spoils of her travels back to you, a metaphorical tail wagging. she also gets things that remind her of you, like something from a show you watched together, or the candy she saw you eating before she left. like a crow who collects shiny things to bring back to the nest.

yuuta waits up for you when you get home late. if it's you coming back late from a mission, he'll be in the common area. if it's you coming back from a home visit, he'll be on the porch to help you with your bags. if it's you coming back from class and he gets back first, he's waiting outside your room. if he knows that you'll be gone overnight he sleeps in your room, not very peacefully, but it allows him to at least get a few hours.

maki orders for you. whether its placing reservations, ordering your food, or making a complaint for you, she's got it handled. she knows that these things can make people nervous and she doesn't every want you to feel like that if she can prevent it. whenever you go out as a class and she can't, she makes panda or yuuta order for you. because toge kinda can't.

toge leaves you notes. he leaves them on your bag, on your pillow, on your door, anywhere you have to look. usually they're a little compliment (ex. "your hair looks really pretty today") and a little doodle of him, you, or some random thing. he writes them on these little note cards that have onigiri designs along the border. it's how he makes up for not being able to say sweet nothings to you.

satoru carries your things for you. unless it's a cursed tool or something that you may need in a moments notice, it's in his hands. when you go shopping he is happily trailing behind you with all of you things. if you're going on a trip he carries both of your suitcases, he tries to carry all carry-ons as well but if he can't he'll give you the lightest one(s). he carries all the groceries in one trip too.

suguru always drives. if you need to go anywhere he's got his blacked-out benz's keys twirling idly around his finger. he puts his arm behind your headrest so he can turn around fully when backing out. puts his arm in front of you if he has to suddenly break. keeps his hand on the center console so you can hold hands. you get the aux, he likes your music.

toji doesn't pay attention to anybody but you. whether it's some random person flirting with him from across the room, he doesn't spare them a second thought unless you bring it up. sometimes he doesn't even notice cause he's too busy watching how the amber glow of the dying sun highlights your face and makes your eyes sparkle when you turn to him.

kento does the mundane things for you. if you're complaining about needing to fill your tank, he'll do it and pay for it. he starts you coffee for you so that when you wake up it's already made and cooled down. he starts the bath for you when you get home. he lays out your keys, purse, and other things on the table for you before he leaves.

sukuna scares away any and all danger. curses, humans, sorcerers, you name it; none of them with bad intentions dare to even look at you with him around. if they think you're alone and try to take advantage, he's already behind them. sometimes he disposes of him while you look away from him, he's back intact by the time you've turned around, a small splat of red on his cheek? its surely just the jam from the crepe you bought him.

choso listens to everything you say. he listens intently, his eyes never leave you except to briefly blink or if he sees motion. he looks at you like you're preaching when you're talking about this cloud that you saw that looked like a turd. nods intently and lets out soft 'mhm's while his elbows rest on his knees. leaned towards you like plants lean towards the sun.

okotsuus 23

[yourmomsawh0r3]

groceries

joel miller x female wife reader

Y/N sighed as she glanced around the pantry, noting the nearly empty shelves. Joel had once again devoured all the snacks. With Sarah and Ellie due home from school soon, she needed to make a quick grocery run.

Grabbing her keys and purse, Y/N headed to Walmart. She picked up a basket and started down the aisles, determined to stock up on everything they needed. As she tossed items into the basket, she couldn’t help but think of Joel’s insatiable appetite. Chips, cookies, fruit snacks, and even a few healthier options filled her cart.

What was supposed to be a quick trip turned into a three-hour marathon. By the time she reached the checkout, her cart was overflowing. The total came to $300, and Y/N couldn’t help but wince. “Well, at least we won’t run out of snacks anytime soon,” she muttered to herself.

Back home, she pulled into the driveway and honked the horn, signaling to her family that she needed help. Joel, Sarah, and Ellie appeared from the house, heading toward the car.

Joel’s eyes widened at the sight of the loaded trunk. “God damn, woman, what did you do? Buy the whole store?” he teased, smirking.

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “I had to because my husband eats every snack in the damn house!” she retorted, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. Both Sarah and Ellie burst into laughter at their parents' banter.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head as he started unloading the bags. “Alright, alright. I guess I should take that as a compliment to my good taste in snacks.”

“Good taste or insatiable appetite, you mean,” Y/N quipped, grabbing a couple of bags herself.

Ellie looked at her dad, feigning seriousness. “Dad, you’ve got to stop raiding the pantry. You’re leaving us nothing to eat!”

Sarah nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Dad. We’re going to starve at this rate.”

Joel rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated. “Alright, you two. Let’s get these inside before your mom decides she needs another trip to the store.”

They all carried the bags inside, filling the kitchen with a week’s worth of groceries. Y/N started sorting through everything, putting items in their respective places. Joel snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You know I appreciate you, right?” he murmured.

Y/N leaned into him, a soft smile on her face. “I know. And I appreciate you too, even if you do eat all the snacks.”

Ellie and Sarah walked in just in time to see their parents in their tender moment. Ellie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Get a room, you two!”

Joel laughed and released Y/N, grabbing a bag of chips from the counter. “Alright, girls. How about we have a family movie night tonight? With all these snacks, it would be a crime not to.”

Y/N grinned, turning to face her family. “Sounds perfect. Just as long as dad doesn’t eat everything before the movie starts.”

As they all gathered in the living room later that evening, snacks spread out before them, Y/N felt a warmth in her heart. These moments, filled with love and laughter, were what made all the little annoyances worthwhile. Watching the movie together, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for her perfectly imperfect family.

Later, as the movie played on, Y/N's attention was drawn to the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. She turned to Joel with a curious look.

“What’s that smell?”

Joel grinned, looking proud. “I figured you’d be tired after that grocery run, so I made dinner. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s ready whenever you all are.”

Y/N’s heart melted. “You didn’t have to do that, Joel. But thank you.”

Sarah and Ellie exchanged impressed glances. “Wow, Dad, you really went all out today,” Sarah said, giving him a thumbs up.

Ellie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, good job, Dad!”

Joel shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Just wanted to do something nice for my wife. Now, let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

They all headed to the kitchen, where Joel had set the table with a simple but delicious dinner. As they ate, the family continued to joke and share stories, the warmth of their bond filling the room.

Y/N looked around at her family, feeling a deep sense of contentment. She reached out and squeezed Joel’s hand. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Joel squeezed back, his eyes twinkling. “I try.”

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful for the love and effort Joel put into making their family moments special. With a full pantry, a delicious meal, and her family by her side, she knew she had everything she needed.

[sage-exe]

Jing Yuan x Reader

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Fem reader

Summary: Jing Yuan ordered you into his office, irritable and impatient, only for him to use you as his stress reliever

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: nsfw, nicknames, praise, corruption kink, consensual sex, office sex, slight breeding kink, exhibitionist, dirty talk, masochist/sadist

Red is whenever Jing Yuan is speaking

Purple is whenever you speak

You were minding your business, roaming through the local markets, Jing Yuan let you use the cloud knights money to buy whatever you wanted, so you bought a few dresses, some new jewelry and some groceries for tonight’s dinner. You and Jing Yuan had been together a couple of months, though he was always busy with work. He still found time to spend with you, though this week he’s been distant. Buried in his work with restless nights at his office. He hasn’t been home for dinner for three nights straight, you were growing with worry until you heard your phone buzz. You pulled it out of your purse and checked the notification.

Jing Yuan: Come to the office. Right now.

You tilted your head confused just as a group of cloud knights approached you

“Ma’am come with us please, Generals orders.”

You let them lead you back to the seat of devine foresight. Jing Yuans office always intimidated you, however you did miss him. After minutes of walking you boarded a skyskiff leading directly to his office. You walked through the giant double doors, immediately locking eyes with Jing Yuan. He had bags under his eyes, his body tense with stress and annoyance.

“Everyone get the fuck out of my office.” His voice was chilling and calm despite his aggressive words. You paused in the doorway as his guards and workers left the room, almost turning to follow them.

“Not you. You come here.” You paused and slowly walked up to him, it was becoming way too obvious how you felt intimidated by his presence and his demeanor.

“Is everything okay dear..?” Your voice faltered as you stood across from him, messing with the fabric on your dress nervously.

Jing Yuan sighed softly, running a hand through his hair “come here..”

You walked around his desk and frowned, rubbing his cheek gently “Have you been eating meals.. and sleeping properly?”

He sighed and leaned into your hand “Strip off your clothes, I need to relieve some stress.” Your mouth gaped open at his request as he kissed your knuckles and palm. You paused before doing as you were told, pulling off your dress slowly, embarrassment and pleasure heating your body up.

“This is what you summoned me here for..? A quickie in your office?” You tilted your head confused before letting out a soft yelp when he picked you up with ease and set you on his desk.

“Spread your legs. I’ve missed your taste..” his eyes were full of lust as he raked them down your body slowly, taking in every inch of your bare skin.

You squirmed under the attention of his eyes but again, followed the orders given to you and spread your legs, leaning on your arms to hold you up. Jing Yuan let out a low groan, he quickly grabbed your legs and tugged you closer to the edge of his desk. He delved between your thighs with no hesitation and sucked on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You let out a quiet moan and tried to muffle your noises into your hand, afraid the guards might overhear.

Jing Yuan relished in the way you tasted, licking up your fluids and prodding his fingers into you gingerly, curling them in the spot that made you moan the loudest. He pulled away only for a moment and mumbled against your inner thigh

“Don’t be quiet for them, they know you belong to me. Let them hear how good I’m making your body feel. How in love the two of us are.”

You whimpered and let out a soft moan as you struggled to take three of his fingers inside your cunt. You can tell he’s growing impatient by the way his back muscles tense and his abuse to your clit only increases. You were here to relieve his stress and he wanted to start the hours with tasting your cum on his lips. He was going to rip countless orgasms from your sensitive body all afternoon, no one was going to stop him.

You took hold of a handful of his hair, panting out shallow breathy moans as he ate you out like he was starving. His nails dug into your hips as you instinctively wrapped your legs tight around his head, earning a loud groan of pleasure to fall from his lips.

“You taste so fucking good..” his words slurred as he lifted your hips off the desk, pulling you closer to his mouth. You couldn’t take it anymore, your body started to tremble as you reached your high, a loud cry escaped from you as you reached your peak. Jing Yuan never stopped sucking against your clit, helping you ride out your first orgasm of the afternoon till you begged him to stop. He lifted his head, his hair disheveled, his eyes hooded, and his mouth covered in your arousal. He looked beautiful like this, you had to admit to yourself you’ve missed him like this. With all the work that’s been piling up for him there’s been little time for you two to indulge in such pleasure.

“Hey.”

His voice and hands brought you back down from your pleasurable high, his hands were currently rubbing your thighs, trying to ground you back to here and now.

“Are you alright?” You slowly nod, still dazed from your intense orgasm. You heard him chuckle as he stood up, taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Your head felt too heavy to lift from his desk, though you heard the fabric of his uniform sliding off his torso and down to his ankles, it made you clench around nothing knowing that his dick was going to be buried deep into your pussy in just a few moments.

“Are you ready for me darling?” His voice was smooth like velvet as he tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, causing jolts of pleasure to pulse through you, his voice making you melt against his desk.

“Y..Yes please..” you uttered softly, gripping onto the desk for support. He hummed and pressed just the tip inside.

“Please what? Use your words love.” You whimpered and felt your face flush from embarrassment.

“P..Please General.. Please fuck me..” A smirk played on his lips as he grabbed your hips and shoved himself inside you to the hilt. You let out a loud gasp and squirmed beneath him, struggling to grow accustomed to his size.

“Oh fuck.. you’re so tight.. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting this pussy for so long.. I’ll be sure to make it up to you okay?” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, they were so unlike his polite and gentle demeanor that you couldn’t help but call out his name.

“J…Jing ple..please..” tears brimmed in your eyes as he slowly pulled his length out before slamming it back in, his hips flush with yours, causing you to see stars.

“That’s it, cry out my name just like that, moan out loud so everyone knows how much of a mess you become when I fuck you like this.” You clenched around his cock from his lewd words, reaching up and clawing at his shoulders helplessly. He thrusted into you at such a brutal pace the guards outside could hear the creaking of the desk and the soft mewls and moans spilling from your lips.

“Did you miss this darling, my cock filling you up and the way I fuck this pussy? This pussy that belongs to me and only me?~” he grabbed at your hips, lifting you up off the desk and pinning you against a nearby wall. He continued to fuck into you at a brutal pace, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with each thrust.

“Y..Yes.. missed you..” you were breathless and sweat was starting to mist your body. His hair kept getting in his sweaty face, to the point he ran a hand through it and you could see both his eyes clearly. He started to quicken his already rough pace, growling in your ear and whispering more obscenities to you.

“Good… maybe you won’t miss me as much while I’m at work if I get you pregnant. Do you want my cum? Do you want me to cum inside your tight cunt?” He let out a groan as he kept up his pace. You nodded, your mind was completely blank, but you loved the idea of a family with him. You wanted every drop of his cum inside you, that was obvious with the way you wrapped your legs around his waist and arched into his body.

“Common baby..rub that pretty clit for me so we can both feel this ecstasy…” he huffed out, obvious that he was near the edge. You did as you were told, slipping your hand between your two bodies and rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. The pressure made your body shiver and twitch but you kept going, desperate for a release just like Jing Yuan was.

“I..I’m g..gonna..” you choked out as you sped up your rhythm, panting into his shoulder. He too started to falter, his thrusts growing sloppy and his breathing ragged. When you felt your release wash over you, your whole body shuddered and trembled, your cunt clenching around his throbbing cock. He cursed into the crook of your neck, hot fluid filling you up.

He looked up at you with dazed eyes before setting you back down on top of his desk, sitting down in his large throne-like chair.

“Play with yourself in front of me, like a good girl.” You blushed, hardly able to comprehend his words as he lazily stroked his dick.

“Common. I don’t have all day love.” He cooed, teasing the tip of his cock and trembling. You spread your legs on his desk once more, shoving your fingers in your cunt and rubbing his cum on your clit, whimpering softly from the overstimulation. Jing Yuan let out a groan as his fist sped up around his cock, watching you use his cum as a lubricant for your clit was so sexy he couldn’t stand it. He needed you so badly, but he wanted to test his limits, see how long he could hold out.

He lazily pumped his shaft while he watched you toy with your clit, his eyes raking up and down your blushing body. He was started to harden again, groaning softly before he shifted in his chair.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He ordered. You blushed and slowly turned over so you were in the position he wanted on his desk.

“Good girl, I’m gonna fuck you one more time. Then you’re going to walk out those double doors like nothing happened and cook me a nice dinner for when I come home from work. Maybe if you’re good I’ll bend you over the kitchen counter just like this and fuck you again~” You felt so embarrassed by his words you forgot to be quiet when his palm landed on your ass with a loud slap. You let out a loud yelp and whimpered, shivering when he rubbed the tip of his cock along your cunt. He leaned over and squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers, gaining another helpless cry from your mouth. His smirk grew from your reactions and he slammed his cock into you once more. You grabbed onto his desk helplessly, moaning louder as he shoved right into your sweet spot.

Your helpless cries and moans were growing louder and louder as well as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet sound of your cunt squeezing around his dick.

“Every cloud knight can hear what I’m doing with you~ can hear how good I’m fucking you, they’re going to know how much I love pleasing my sweet girl.” He murmured against the nape of your neck before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You let out a sob of slight pain before moaning right after, you loved the mix of pain and pleasure, the way he dirty talked you and the way his cock felt bruising your poor cervix. His teeth marked more of your neck and shoulders, enough to draw blood that dripped onto his paperwork. Your moans and slurred words were incomprehensible as he fucked you senseless, ramming into you at such a fast pace you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. He let out a loud moan as his thrusts lost their rhythm and his muscles tensed, his cum flooding your cunt once more as you clenched around him.

You could hardly think, panting heavily and grabbing at his desk as your body shook. He pulled out slowly, rubbing your hip gently. Your arms and legs gave out beneath you, going limp on his desk. He chuckled softly and pulled you onto his lap in his chair.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears, the stamina all but gone from his body.

“Y..Yes ‘m okay..” you mumbled quietly, leaning into his heaving chest as he grazed his fingertips gently over your back. He got the two of you dressed, pulling his pants back on and pulling your dress over your head again.

“Good.. just relax my love.” Known to be so obedient for him you did, you melted into his arms, feeling exhausted and weak from the events of the day. He let you rest on his chest, kissing the crown of your head while he signed a few of the crumpled and sweat dripped papers from his desk.

“I love you..” you mumbled in his chest, causing a smile to form on his face, gentle and full of warmth.

“I love you too, I apologize for my snobby and impatient mood before..” you shook your head and kissed his jawline.

“It’s okay, I still enjoyed my time with you.” You smiled and messed with the fabric on his uniform.

“I was planning on cooking you some chicken and dumpling soup for dinner, does that sound good?” Jing Yuan pretended to consider this before he nodded.

“That sounds delicious love, anything you cook me always turns out amazing, why do you plan on leaving already?” You let out a soft laugh and nodded, you stood and brushed off your dress.

“I have to give you some sort of incentive to leave your office for the day love. So, I’ll be at home, cooking you a lovely dinner in one of my cute little dresses you bought for me, and you better be home at 7:00pm on the dot. You hear me General?” He smirked and looped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into another kiss.

“Understood ma’am. 7:00pm on the dot, I’ll be there” he chuckled and watched as you turned away and strutted off to grab your shopping bags from earlier, you had a mission now to go home and cook Jing Yuan the best dinner he’s ever had.

As his staff and knights re-entered his office they all tried not to stare at the mess of papers, smeared ink on the table and floor, ancient relics tossed carelessly from Jing Yuans desk and incriminatingly important documents covered in some substance they where sure they didn’t want to touch. They simply took their posts again, silently disgusted by the fact they knew why Jing Yuan was suddenly in such a better mood.

If you guys liked reading this please feel free to leave me other requests or suggestions, I’ll try my best to get to them!!! I mostly write for Genshin, star rail, twilight, and certain anime fandoms

(I’m going to get started on a Darkling x reader fanfic from shadow and bone, aka Aleksander Morozova cuz I’m like obsessed)

[indouloureux]

I love smut blurbs as much as the next person about eddie but what I love even more is domestic eddie. Like cooking breakfast or dinner together. Running around the grocery store throwing food in the basket just because it looks good. Him coming home from a long exhausting day of work and just rubbing his shoulders and starting his shower for him. Maybe on his days off you guys sleep in and then hop in his van and go for a ride outside of hawkin. Inviting Wayne over for dinner on Sundays and watching them drink beer and bond over cars etc. Listening to him and the dnd club argue over what's happening in the campaign. Idk fluffy domestic eddie really speaks to me on a whole different level.

domestic eddie has my heart, darling.

now, i'm not gonna lie, eddie will be a shit cook at first. but when you came home one time too exhausted, unable to cook bc you were the one who always cooks seeing as he can't cook for shit, he made sure to learn how to.

you'd come home and there's just an entire cooked chicken in the middle of the table. he said that chicken parts confused him and he just bought a whole one and bought a recipe book. to top it off, he made roasted potatoes. they were fucking amazing.

(also, he was clad in a pink, floral apron of yours, hair up in a messy bun, hands covered in oven mitts with tongs in his hand. it's such a sight to see.)

going to the grocery with him is another level. when he was with wayne, his wants were limited. he can only take two of those he wanted because money was short. but when you both got a job and had your own home and started earning adult money, well—

eddie would be pushing the cart, jumping and hopping on it as he moves, would beg constantly to let you buy him the sweet, almost diabetic cereals there is. would chuck in an entire gallon of ice cream, beers of different brands, and just full out processed foods because, lets be honest, sometimes he doesn't eat healthily.

when he comes home from work, exhausted, you'd urge him to lay down on his stomach at the couch, you sitting on his thighs and just cracking his back and he MOANS LIKE A WHORE istfg. but as much as it turns you on, poor baby is tired and you just want to, well, baby him.

get his shower ready, get with him in the tub, relax him with a few strokes down there and an orgasm, before you guys let your eyes go dry from watching endless tv while you cuddle in the sofa.

one thing he loves is roadtrips. you guys would both leave anytime of the day—no clothes, just money and snacks, and drive wherever; listening to music, fucking in the back of his van, kissing the back of your hand as he drives with one hand outside of town. hearing you sing as you kick your feet up the dashboard with the windows down, and he just stares at you like you're the most beautiful human being in existence.

wayne would come over every sunday. always. you guys would drink beer, watch a movie or play board games (queue sore loser eddie playing monopoly) and talk about your childhood while eddie has an arm around you and you just converse with his uncle with a bright smile (eddie thinking right then and there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you).

the kids would come over too! movie nights with them, sometimes playing dnd and you're just relaxing at the sofa while they yell and argue and just swoon when eddie DMs.

dancing around wherever you want to. he'd sing you songs that aren't metal. turning the radio on and spinning you around in the middle of the kitchen when you're cooking or when it's morning and you're drinking coffee.

helping you paint the walls when you first moved in. having a very messy paint fight—that sometimes would lead to an actual fight on which color of the wall you guys would choose.

CUDDLES WHENEVER YOU WANT TO. in the living room, sitting on his lap when he sits on the kitchen island, in your bedroom. all that shit.

sometimes you both would walk around naked just for the fun of it. because you guys live together. eating while walking, smoking, and while he no longer deals, he still smokes weed with you.

i cant think of anything else. my pinkies had gone numb coedodneoxndoe i love domestic eddie :(

[holdinbacksecrets]

hmm vacation with bf! jk!! 🥰

i wrote this while rewatching in the soop, so that’s the inspiration

♡the idea of flying somewhere is cute, but going on a road trip would be 🥺🥺

♡you pack the day before and ask jungkook to fold your t shirts because you still can’t figure out the sorcery he applies to their cotton. he chuckles at the sight of your awe

♡you baked the monster cookies your mother used to make for family road trips. the aroma filled your apartment and brought tears to your eyes. nearly two decades have passed since you last enjoyed them

♡you leave around 1am, drive through the night, and roll the window down to watch the stars. he ruffles your hair, cooing over your cuteness and love for the night sky

♡as 4am approaches, he tells you to sleep, but you’re worried “my job’s to keep you awake” “i’ll wake you up if i’m feeling tired. how does that sound?”

♡instead, you’re woken at 9am because he stopped for snacks, understandably so. your monster cookies are far from what he’s craving

♡you drive for a while so he can eat, and jungkook is quick to take control of the music. you miss his adoring smile while admiring you in the driver's seat and tracing the moles on your skin with his eyes. your entire body relaxes as his melodious voice fills your ear. “the first time you sang for me, i fell asleep in your living room.” “i remember that. knew i loved you then.”

♡talking about anything and everything. topics you never expected to land on come up, and your heart skips a beat when jungkook mentions engagement rings, wondering what diamond cut is your favorite, guessing correctly that you want a colored stone

♡the first week of your vacation will be spent in the countryside as jungkook has spoken so highly of his time there with his members. you naturally wanted to experience it too

♡after settling in and unpacking, the two of you walk to the small town to buy groceries for the week

♡you crouch down outside the shop to greet a cat with a reverberating purr. you could spend hours in that very position, admiring the furry friend with kind eyes and grey coloring, approaching a trance of comfort when jungkook calls your name

♡it rains that afternoon. the two of you sit out on the front porch; your head rests comfortably on jungkook’s shoulder. the serene quiet is interrupted when you ask what he’s thinking about. you’re curious what it’s like for him to be still. you’ve asked before, but the fascination finds you again. your curiosity lingers before blooming like floral spring

♡spreading a blanket out on the cool grass that evening after dinner, listening to the sounds of little critters drowned out by the city’s loudness and apartment living

♡falling asleep after a glass of wine— you’re a lightweight, but jungkook wakes you up because he knows how you feel about brushing your teeth before bed

♡jungkook wakes up so early, and you find him shirtless on the dock painting the view. you sit behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his bare back. his fingertips brush your hand. you kiss his skin

♡you brought ingredients for hot chocolate and start your day with its sweetness instead of your usual coffee while jungkook looks through the fridge and sings the options

♡going on walks together, loving the breeze and the way it collects the aromas of wildflowers, rich dirt, and the subtle notes of jungkook’s body wash

♡playing twenty questions and giggling whenever one of you catches a subtle lie from the other. eventually, one of you slips and misses a skewed detail “the only punishment i can think of is doing the dishes, but you love to.”

♡you brought your most prized possession: a vintage polaroid (and a new scrapbook). hours of the trip were spent creating a book of vacation memories with handwritten notes and cute stickers from the bottom of your bag

♡a sentimental conversation late at night, talking about recent battles with anxiety because sometimes reality crashes down on you so hard, but it’s damage is swallowed by the fast pace of life until you slow down again

♡tracing morning dew on the bedroom window while your opposite hand smooths the soft strands of his hair. jungkook’s cheek is pressed into the pillow. his lips are parted. you begin to hum as the rain starts again, feeling peaceful, hoping it stays, and knowing it will as long as he’s with you

♡watching movies in the living room you haven’t seen in ages, singing tunes, and playfully showing off remembered choreography from your youth choir’s performance of under the sea

♡packing your things. seven days passed in a blink, but the city you're soon to meet makes it easier to leave. "goodbye house. goodbye fireflies. goodbye clear sky. i'll see you again soon beyond the clouds."

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Vanessa and (plush) Glitchtrap

(based on this post because i thought of more stuff for it and think it’s funny)

Have you ever been bitch slapped by a rabbit stuffed animal? Because Vanessa has

Despite lacking muscles, that little bitch can SWING

It HURTS

Glitchtrap walks around her apartment like he owns the damn place

Vanessa is still forced to call him “Mr. Afton” lmao

“What’s for dinner tonight?” “Soup.” “I don’t want soup.” “YOU CAN’T EAT”

Glitchtrap can, will, and has stabbed Vanessa in the foot whenever he doesn’t get his way

A coworker: omg, Vanessa, why are you limping??

Vanessa: *remembers how her evil stuffed rabbit roommate stuck a knife into her heel because she didn’t lift him onto the counter to see what she was doing (he can literally teleport, he just likes the satisfaction of having her obey)*

Vanessa: oh, i just sprained my ankle!

They sit on the couch and watch shows together

And then argue about what to put on

“I DON’T WANT TO WATCH THOSE STUPID HOME RENOVATION SHOWS” “I DON’T CARE! I DON’T WANT TO WATCH THE NEWS! AND BESIDES, IT’S MY TV!” “YOU ARE MY HOST!” “THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CHOOSE THE CHANNEL!”

He’ll sit on her head and pilot her around like in Ratatouille, but instead of pulling on her hair, he just slaps the shit out of her until she does what he wants

Someone: why is your stuffed animal in the corner??

Vanessa: i’m angry at it

Glitchtrap: YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOURE UGLY BY NOW HOW ARE YOU STILL GETTING UPSET WHEN I TELL YOU SO

Vanessa is ordered to buy a really big bag so Glitchtrap can sit inside of it when she goes places

Catch Glitchtrap out here in one of these bad boys

She’ll be at the grocery story, and these long yellow rabbit ears will just perk out of her bag because he’s interested in what she’s doing

“You need milk.” “Thanks.” “Yeah.”

He’ll ask her to show him different items so he can inspect them, and it looks so weird because it just seems like she’s holding shit to her bag for no reason

One time, Vanessa was mugged, and when the dude took her bag, Glitchtrap jumped out like a rabid squirrel

Long story short, Vanessa got her bag back

“SHE’S MINE, YOU BITCH!” “YEAH, YOU BITCH!”

While at work pre-night guard job, she’ll put him in the corner of her desk and just talk to him sometimes because she gets bored punching numbers into a keyboard all day

“Idk, sometimes it all feels so futile, you know?” “Why do you think I went into the engineering business? It’s better than this.” “I guess so. But doesn’t engineering take some level of desk job experience? And, besides, it isn’t all just building robots for fun.” “You’ve got me there. You pulled the short stick.”

Whenever Glitchtrap sees a typo in whatever Vanessa is typing, he’ll smack her hands aside with his little paws and start revising it himself

“Are you trying to make us look stupid?? Here, let ME do it.”

Once she gets her night guard job, he’ll sometimes go with her to work and will actively walk around beside her, since it’s not like he’ll be caught

Whenever Vanessa hears an animatronic coming, she punts him away like a football

Freddy: who were you talking to?

Vanessa: what? oh, i had a phone call!

Gltichtrap, at the other side of the room: OW YOU WHORE

Glitchtrap would definitely try to fistfight Mini Music Man

Glitchtrap, to his old body down in the old pizzeria: look at me, Vanessa. this was me in my PRIME!

Vanessa: you in your prime looks a lot like a gross corpse,,

She got smacked real hard for that one

He usually oversees the work on the Burntrap body in this form

By this I mean that he literally sits on her shoulder and makes sure she doesn’t do Anything Wrong

Glitchtrap: i can’t see. put me up high.

Vanessa: *puts Glitchtrap on her shoulder*

Glitchtrap: much better!

This but it’s Vanessa and Glitchtrap

[luke-shywalker]

home again.

“Rey! Come down! You’re going to be late for school!”

“I’m coming, Mum! Geez!”

“Han, would you wash out the caf pot—no, wait, you broke it last time. Just leave it alone.”

“You could have a little faith in me, Your Highness.”

“Don’t ‘Your Highness’ me. Get that scrappy kid to school. And tell her not to beat up any more boys.”

“Rey, don’t beat up any more boys. Just tell ‘em who your dad is.”

“Right, Dad—and they’ll be all like, ‘Han Solo’ who?”

“For kriff’s sake, why am I getting the rough end from both my ladies today?”

“Han, language. But—sorry. Kiss! Mwah. Go upstairs and check on Ben when you come back, all right? Have a good day at school, Rey! Bye, flyboy.”

“Bye Mum!”

“See ya, sweetheart.”

The sound of the door closing.

“Oi. Mum’s always so stressed.”

“Rey. I know your mother doesn’t want you picking fights. But, as your father, I just wanna tell ya I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself, and I want you to know that if you ever feel like you gotta—”

The door closed again, leaving the rest of the conversation a mystery.

Ben sighed and rolled over in bed. The house he’d grown up in had always been like that—you could hear everything that went on from any room.

He hadn’t lived here for a long time—seven years, about? And yet, it felt like he’d never left. Or, like he’d gone back in time.

There was evidence that Rey had started using his bedroom as kind of a garage—not that she didn’t have enough space in her own room (which required one to wade through knee-high levels of…just…stuff, and rather resembled the wasteland she had been rescued from). His desk, where he used to draw pictures of his own made-up ships and write himself into fictional stories about the Rebellion, was covered in mechanical pieces and bits of wiring from Rey’s projects. But other than that, his room was largely unchanged. The X-wing posters were still there. And so was the Sy Snootles pinup that Poe had given him as a joke. He was both surprised and amused that his mother had never taken it down.

But, then, it also felt like time had moved on without him. He’d been here for a few days now—consigned here by a freak medical crisis—and watching his mom and dad and sister play out the daily orchestration of their lives kind of made him feel like he had died after high school and his family had just kept on doing their thing.

Being around Rey was the weirdest part. The last time he had lived in the same house as his sister, she’d been seven, eight years old. Obviously, he’d seen her since then, every Life Day, and a few other times each year—but whenever Rey showed up in his dreams or in his mind, she was still seven.

But now she was fifteen, and she was…him. All those memories Ben had of being a teenager, of doing homework at the dinner table, fighting with his parents over nothing, using words that meant things to his peers but that his family didn’t understand, laughing on late night holocalls with friends and getting yelled at to go to bed—that was her, now. And now here he was, twenty-five and boring.

His boringness was evidenced by the fact that he missed buying groceries and making his own food. His parents couldn’t cook. They never could. Rey could eat literally anything, so that didn’t bother her. But Ben missed making his own dinner—maybe it was about the food, but maybe it was also just about the sense of control.

He couldn’t pilot a speeder in his current condition, so he was stuck here. He could go on walks, but he didn’t want to most of the time, because it made him dizzy.

He found himself alternating mostly between sleeping, and wandering the empty house during the day. Trying to spot things that had changed. Looking at the holopicture frames. There were still holos of him, but there were more and more holos of Rey. It was like getting caught up on her life since he’d left home.

Being off work felt like summer vacation. Only…bad. Because doing nothing all day was fun for a kid—but for a grownup, it was kind of like hell. The hours blurred together into sluggish, amorphous days, and he just kind of found himself places, doing things—oh, hey, I’m here now. Now he found himself downstairs in the kitchen, washing out the caf pot that his mom hadn’t trusted his dad not to break.

That was another thing—he didn’t like the caf his mom made. She used really cheap caf grounds that she bought in bulk, which was exactly what she would do, being practical—but ever since leaving home, Ben had discovered good caf, and it was hard to go back.

It was hard to go back to a lot of things.

He set the caf pot on the rack to dry, and for a second he just stood there, looking out the kitchen window. Is this who I thought I’d be as an adult…?

Am I an adult?

And then he noticed that Rey had left the blue milk uncapped and on the counter, and the carton was sweating and becoming lukewarm, and that really pissed him off, so he capped it and put it in the fridge like it was supposed to be—and that told him, yes, he was now just a boring adult.

…Well. Maybe being a boring adult was better than being a teenage psychological mess, which was what he had been before.

He filled a glass of tap water and drank cheers to that.

Ben heard the door open, and turned to see his father coming back in.

He gave a nod. “Hey, Dad.”

“Oh, you’re up,” Han said. “How ya feelin’, kid?”

Ben imagined his dad would probably still be calling him “kid” when he was forty-five.

“I’ve been better,” Ben said, then changed the subject, because he was kind of sick of talking about his health. “So. How’s being house husband?”

“Hey.” Han pointed a defensive finger. “I am not a house husband.”

“Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it,” Ben chuckled into his glass of water. “You’re doin’ great, Dad. Maybe she’ll even let you wash the caf pot someday.”

“Listen, kid, that was one time.”

“Oh, I’m just givin’ ya a hard time, old man.”

“Uh-huh. And when are you getting married?”

“Never. Women find me intolerable.”

“Funny. I said the exact same thing, at your age.”

“You know, I can’t believe Mom settled for you,” Ben joked, curious to see how the jab would land.

But Han just grinned and inclined his head and spread his arms in humility. “That’s what I’m sayin’, kid. If there’s hope for me, there’s hope for anybody.” He paused mischievously, and then took a shot back. “Even if you never inherited my dashingly good looks.”

“Ha! You mean I was spared from them,” Ben snorted. “Well, thanks, Dad; I’ll keep it in mind.”

Han laughed too. Insults were kind of a love language in their family, as weird as that sounded. He came over to lean against the counter next to Ben, then clapped him on the back and looked him in the eyes, like he was studying the man Ben had grown up into.

“Hey. I know the circumstances aren’t great, but…it’s kinda nice, having you home, Ben. I miss ya.”

“You do?” Ben asked with a self-conscious laugh, feeling more sentimental about his father’s words than he was comfortable admitting. “Kind of seems like your lives all went on without me.”

“Well…yours went on without us, too,” Han said, then shook him by the shoulders a little. “You need to call home more often, little buddy.”

Little buddy—Ben was a couple inches taller.

“I know,” Ben said, patting the top of his father’s graying head. “I’m just bad at it.”

“That’s no excuse.” Han tilted his head conspiratorially. “A house husband gets lonely, ya know.”

“Heh. Well. Can’t have that, I guess.”

They stood there, together. Father and son. The Solo men, Leia called them, when she was feeling playful.

“…Wanna take the Falcon out for a spin?” Han asked suddenly.

Ben turned to look at him, so abruptly it made his head hurt. “What—like, right now? I can’t pilot, Dad. The medcenter told me—”

“You can co-pilot.”

“No, Dad, I so can’t.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Uh, I get us both killed? No, wait—what’s worse is if Mom finds out.”

“C’mon.”

“Dad.”

“C’mon!”

“No!”

“Come on—”

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Okay. Geez.”

“All right!” Han tousled his son’s hair as if he was twenty years younger and tossed him his boots, which Ben started putting on amidst a sea of complaints—

“For kriff’s sake, Dad, fine, but I’m tellin’ ya, I can’t see that good right now, and I haven’t even piloted the Falcon in ages even if I was healthy, and this was all your stupid idea in the first place, so don’t you go giving me hell if I happen to put a scratch on your beloved—”

Han only laughed, while Ben was still talking, and the door closed, leaving the Organa-Solo house quiet again.

[avochele]

TNX as your boyfriend.

request: TNX as your boyfriend - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warnings: none i think except that it's not proofread

Tags: fluff

a/n: I know it took long and I‘m so sorry for that, I just couldn‘t find the time and motivation to get this done. Actually this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, so I hope you like it :)

Taehun

Would be so happy to be able to date you. There would literally be hearts in his eyes whenever he looks at you. If you guys are going on a date he would be all gentleman like (like holding the door open for you, not letting you pay and so on). He would be the kind of boyfriend who would see you liking something and the next day he would gift it to you. He‘s soft for you,

Kyungjun

He‘s shy. But sometimes he shows his extroverted side he‘ll turn shy afterwards again but you don‘t have to know that. He‘s like a lovestruck teenager. He loves cuddles, especially late night cuddles. He‘d bring you food on his way home after practice. He remembers the little things about you. He‘d take you on beach dates. He just wants you to now that he loves you.

Hyunsoo

Would take you on coffee dates, like to these little cafes no one knows about. He would give you nicknames along with maaaany kisses on the cheeks. Would give you his jacket or sweater if your cold (sometimes a backhug will do it too). He loves it when you give him unexpected little kisses (would blush though). Lots of head pats.

Junhyeok

Loves you and wouldn‘t shut up about it. Compliments you about EVERYTHING. He adores you. He is head over heels for you, and would do everything in order to make you feel comfortable. He‘d take you out on dinner and shopping dates. He loves matching clothing and would love it if you would wear the things he buys for you. He‘s just really hard in love.

Hwi

He would write songs for you, about you and with you. He would show them to you and ask you for your opinion. Your opinion is very important to him. He would take you on late night dates. You would just walk around the streets and maybe eat something in a grocery store. It would be the little things that make your relationship so special. Like holding hands or little kisses.

Sungjun

He‘s a teenager in love. He smiles when he sees you. He makes heart eyes whenever he looks at you. He would steal little touches from you and would almost always be somewhere close to you. He would take naps with (and on) you no matter where. He‘d buy you little things like little plushies or bring you flowers without any reason to do so.

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Steve Rogers Headcanons

Part 1/?

The first time he went to a grocery store post-Capsicle, he very nearly had a public meltdown when he saw what 70 years of inflation did to the prices

He always makes “Back in my day…” statements unironically mainly to annoy Tony, and once Bucky comes back he joins in and Tony very nearly has an aneurysm because “Oh dear god, there’s two of them”

He loves taking you on walks in Brooklyn and showing you all the places he frequented growing up, and is sometimes pleasantly surprised when a place from his childhood barely changed at all since the 40s

He volunteers at the VA as an art therapy instructor when he has spare time, because he found that drawing and painting really helped him relax when his PTSD decided to aggressively announce its presence

He is very happy when record players and vinyls start coming back into fashion, and he’s especially happy because Bucky’s sister Rebecca put all of their stuff in a storage unit when they went MIA, and among their old stuff was his 1940s record player and the milk carton he kept all of his records in, which meant he didn’t have to go out and rebuy his entire collection

He loves going to Central Park in the fall and looking at all the leaves change color, and you even buy him a Polaroid camera so he can take pictures

To help him get caught up on modern pop culture, you pick a new show or movie to watch with him every couple of weeks, and most of them are early 2000s comedy-dramas and chick flicks (he liked Mean Girls a lot more than you thought he would, and now he unironically yells “SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE” whenever there's an alien invasion)

He’s obsessed with Broadway. Back in the 40s, he only really knew about “Anything Goes”, “Oklahoma!”, and “Kiss Me, Kate”, but now that he’s in the present, he makes it his goal to see at least one new musical every couple of months, either on stage if it can be afforded, or the pro-shot or movie adaptation. His newly-discovered favorites are Newsies and Hamilton, but he is also a big fan of Wicked

He likes learning about potentially useless information that he doesn’t really need to know for the hell of it. No, he doesn’t need to know who invented aerosol cans, but he wants to, and who’s gonna stop him from learning about it?

He was genuinely befuddled the first time he rode in a modern car, and not even a fancy one like Tony's Audi R8 Spyder. Nat took him for a drive in a 2009 Nissan Altima once and he spent the first ten minutes messing with the seat mover buttons

A gentleman above all else. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair when you go out to eat, gives you his hand to help you out of cars or down stairs, and will give you his arm whenever you're walking anywhere together, because Sarah raised him right, aiight?

When he learned about Dapper Day at Disneyland, he immediately dropped everything and borderline extorted Tony into arranging a trip to California for the team so they could go. You two go as Duchess and O'Malley from The Aristocats, and you almost die because of how good he looks in his outfit

For a while he thinks voice-to-text and voice notes work like telegrams did, so for a while you receive voice notes of him yelling "HI Y/N STOP ARE WE STILL ON FOR DINNER TONIGHT STOP I LOVE YOU STOP" until Tony finally sits him down and explains how it works, so then you start receiving normal texts and voice notes

He loves stargazing, but since he lives in modern New York he barely gets to see the stars anymore because of all the light pollution, so a few times a month you drive him a couple hours away from the city, and you just lay down in the grass somewhere and watch the stars together

He is very fond of board games. So much so that he insists on a weekly Board Game Night with the team. Monopoly was kicked out of the rotation because of a Code Green after Bruce caught Tony trying to steal money from the bank eight times in a row, and then he still won, but the most popular games are Clue and Sorry

He doesn't understand the obsession with true crime. He does however very much enjoy procedural dramas like Grey's Anatomy, 9-1-1, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Criminal Minds. He thinks they're interesting

He absolutely hates being cold. One time the heat went out in your apartment, and you came home to find him on your couch wrapped up in every single blanket you owned while grumpily watching Legally Blonde

He’s borderline addicted to flannels and Henley shirts. Like, you open his closet and he has one in every color of the rainbow. I mean, the man looks good in a flannel or a Henley so you’re not mad about it, but it’s becoming a teeny bit excessive

[inkycherie]

I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

[edierone]

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#5

I was just re-reading The Things She Carries and wanted to tell you how fantastic it is. You capture them and their dynamic incredibly well. Also I’ve been reading XF fanfic for 25 years and I think this is one of the best explanations for Mulder’s sometimes shitty behavior toward Scully in post-cancer-arc. Head cannon accepted. Thank you for your service. 👏

oh my goddy goddy godd, I have no idea how old this ask is, but whoever you are and whenever you sent this, I love and appreciate the hell out of you!!! Folks, if you're interested: The Things She Carries

13 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

The Fox and the Wolf

Chapter 1 of 2

[AN: Y’all, this will not be everyone’s cup of tea. Inspired by a long-ago anon sent to someone else here that suggested Mulder had had his first sexual experience WAY too young, with a grown woman who absolutely and knowingly took advantage of his loneliness and need. It is in no way explicit, but please take seriously my tw: grooming tag. Read on AO3 here.]

He was fourteen that summer, and hungry — hungry all the time. He ate enormous breakfasts, scarfed any food anyone offered him, made himself stacks of sandwiches before lunch was served, took three-quarters of whatever was on the table at dinner, stood in front of the refrigerator grazing on cold brisket and drinking milk straight from the bottle when his growling stomach woke him at midnight.

His mother never said anything about it to him outright, but he got the sense that she thought it was unseemly, this boundless appetite of his; she’d never been, or raised, a teenage boy before, and he could tell she saw his literal insatiability as somehow tied to other ill-bred, unbound desires. It was common, base — as if he were an uneducated laborer, someone who hadn’t been raised to know which fork to use for the fish course (or even when the fish course should appear in the meal).

But he didn’t start hiding it until he overheard her tell a neighbor over coffee one afternoon, “My girl Elena barely gets the shopping brought into the house before Fox has emptied all the bags himself. It’s as if we’re running an indigent pantry out of our own kitchen.” The disapproval, the scorn, the hesitation and dropped voice before the words “indigent pantry” — he got the message, loud and clear.

After that, he made sure to cover his tracks: He’d have dinner at Paul’s house, where they ate earlier than most, then go home for dinner at his own; slip a $10 out of his mother’s purse to buy two footlong subs and a two-liter of Coke at the deli grocery down by the shore and eat them all himself on the walk home; go with Chrissy Edgar to her church youth group just for the spaghetti supper; lie and say that Elena must have only gotten one loaf of bread instead of three this week.

He just couldn’t help it — he’d shot up from 5’4” to 6’0” in less than a year, for one thing, and spent all his time playing basketball or running; he burned to make the JV team as a freshman this fall, with the vague idea it might impress his parents. And girls, too; Chrissy Edgar wouldn’t let him touch her, and unfortunately Cheryl Tiegs didn’t know he existed (although the poster of her on the back of his bedroom door saw plenty of him).

But he would try — ignored and filled with free-floating need, he would nonetheless try to rein himself in.

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One Tuesday in late June, sidewalks shimmering in the 90 degree heat and the sea breeze nowhere to be found, he ordered two double cheeseburgers, two shakes, and a family-size fries at the Burgess Farm Restaurant, planning to pay with another $10 he’d cadged from his mom’s stash in the linen closet. But maybe it fell out of his shorts on the run there, or maybe he’d already spent it? Either way, he didn’t have it, and the dead-eyed kid behind the counter was getting bored of waiting. His stomach grumbled loudly — a cute girl at a table nearby laughed with her friends and turned away. He was actually on the verge of tears from the humiliation and the hunger.

“Fox, dear, did you forget your wallet? Never mind, I’ll take care of it.”

A lady’s voice right behind him, then materializing next to him at the counter — Taffy? Tammy? He can’t remember — he’s only met her a few times, and that was years ago, when his mother was on the local parks board and he was in elementary school.

She was a vision in hip-hugging white pants and some sort of clingy pale blue top, long dark hair pulled into a sleek low ponytail, gigantic diamond ring glittering on her left hand. Her bright green eyes, full of good humor, looked him up and down. “Tabitha Welliver, darling — call me Tabby. Your mother and I … used to know each other.” Her look — wry, knowing — reminds him of why she hasn’t been around in awhile; the fight over park usage permits by “outsiders” had gotten pretty ugly near the end. “Heavens, though — you’ve certainly grown since then.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, thank you, Ta — uhhh, Mrs. Welliver,” he stammers, accepting the armful of food she hands him, feeling his cheeks tingle with an embarrassing flush; caught penniless, and caught fighting off a woody for no damn reason at all, he’s not sure which is worse.

“I can, uh. I can pay you back —” His voice cracks on the last word and he wants to die.

She laughs, patting him on the head; she has to reach up to do it. “You certainly will not! This is my treat. When my stepdaughters were your age, every boy they brought home was always on the verge of starvation — no matter how much they ate! Don’t you dare give it a second thought.”

He mumbles some thanks, desperate to get out before anyone else he knows shows up, but genuinely warmed by her matter-of-fact generosity.

“You know what you could do, though?” She’s gently steering him to the exit, apparently having forgotten her own order.

“Ma’am?”

“Come by my house anytime you’re hungry — I’m all by myself this summer, George is in Japan working on another deal, and his daughters are all in Europe doing god knows what. My housemaid makes more food than I could ever eat — save me from wasting all that, won’t you?”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he repeats, “Ma’am?”

“Oh, don’t call me ma’am, please, Fox! Tabby, or Tabitha if you must. It’s the big white brick house with the green trim, just on the far side of the hill — I spend the afternoons on the porch with a book, most days. Come by anytime, really dear, anytime. You need fattening up!” She laughs again, as if they’re both in on the joke.

He nods dumbly, knowing he will not at all ever do that. She touches his cheek with a fond, indulgent smile, then watches him go, calling after him, “Wonderful to see you again, Fox!”

He’s intensely embarrassed, later, when an unbidden image — Tabitha-in-the-blue-top — manages to blot out the lovely Miss Tiegs in the nightly round of what his mother calls “self-abuse,” but he hopes his mental apology to her, after, will be enough to clear his conscience — and that he’ll never think of her that way again.

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The next Saturday is a bad one in his house. His mother sleeps late, then complains of a vicious headache and spends the day sniping at him: He needs a haircut, no he can’t go play basketball at the school and never mind why, that Chrissy Edgar girl is too fast and obviously headed for a bad future, how on earth can one person eat an entire pot roast, she wished she had at least one child who didn’t leave the bathroom looking and smelling like a livestock-grooming business.

Finally he says he’s going for a run and doesn’t wait for permission. It’s close to sundown as he starts out, going a little too fast on the fuel of the day’s anger and irritation. He runs to the shore, turns back on a different road, takes a big loop to avoid anyplace his friends might be (the two-screen movie theater, the ice cream store, their own neighborhood). He’s slowing, finally, as he leans into the long uphill of Center Street; his watch says he’s been running for an hour, which means probably he’s done somewhere around eight miles. And now it’s full dark and he isn’t sure how far he is from home.

He pauses by a wrought-iron fence in a rich-looking neighborhood, stretching his quads and calves, wondering whether to try to find a phone to call his mom, or just start walking and get there when he gets there. His sweaty shirt is starting to make him feel clammy in the night breeze, and all of a sudden the good exhaustion of the run is gone, replaced by the sadness he spends a lot of his time running from.

“Fox, is that you?” A voice calls from nearby.

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#3

ok if we’re doing thanksgiving, might as well throw this ‘un out there again 🫠

Until Tonight; Until tonight. (529 words) by Edie_Rone Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Dana Scully/Other(s) Characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, OC (mentioned Additional Tags: AU, what if Scully quit after she was returned from her abduction, Thanksgiving, Glenmorangie Summary: On Thanksgiving eve, many years after she'd quit the Bureau and moved on with her life, a widowed Dana Scully remembers the man she'd tried to forget.

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Appendicitis - 2022’s first gift to me! ☹️

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My #1 post of 2022

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[ourtriptoportugal]

Lisbon - Day 1

Friday 9/29

Now that we are staying in an AirBnB, we are back to making our own breakfast. The last couple of days I got spoiled. I brought 2-days worth of oatmeal to cook with us on the trip. Before we left I looked up whether I could buy Ouaker Oats in Portugal. I found a site that was selling a container of Quaker for $38. I don’t think so! I looked for it in the grocery store last night but didn’t find it. So I maybe eating something else for breakfast when my 2 day reserve runs out :-(.

It was sunny and hot today. High 80s in the afternoon and still about 80 at 9pm. It’s not bad except in the afternoon when you are in the direct sun.

Today we took a Rick Steve’s audio walking tour to get oriented to Lisbon. That took most of the day. One thing I have noticed is practically every street in Lisbon is composed of gray cobblestones and the sidewalks are paved with white limestone, regardless of whether it is a big street, or just and alley with a very narrow sidewalk. Many sidewalks and plazas have mosaic designs combining the white limestone with black basalt.

The Portuguese love salted dried cod. It is especially interesting because the cod they eat is not local, but comes from Newfoundland.

A couple of comments in cars and pedestrians. As a tourist, you would never want to have a car in Lisbon. Many of the streets are extremely narrow, there is very little parking and locals drive fast… but not aggressively. Practically no one honks their horn— which is good, and somehow the local drivers and the local pedestrians have figured out how to coexist with each other. Lisbon is a very walkable city. But as a visiting pedestrian you do need to be careful whenever you walk a where a car can drive. And sidewalks can be very narrow (eg 15”) or blocked for a variety of reasons, forcing you to walk in the street.

It is so warm in Portugal that some people hang their clothes out their window to dry. I found this building interesting and got me wondering how many women live there.

Part of waking tour resulted in us taking a funicular that went uphill (17% grade) to Bairro Alto from Restauradores Square. It’s only purpose is to move passengers up some of the steep hills of Lisbon. But this seems to be mainly a tourist attraction as the lines are fairly long. I think the locals just hike up the hill. It didn’t seem to steep to me, but I bet the white limestone sidewalks would be slippery if wet.

We ate dinner outdoors at Il Mulino. It located on Rua das Portas de Santo Antão, which is a pedestrian only street with a lot of outdoor restaurants. We chose Il Mulino based us discovering it last night and then reading Trip Advisor reviews. A local musician serenaded the restaurant patrons with Beatles songs sang in Portuguese. The food was very good and I would be surprised if we don’t go back and eat there again. I love eating outdoors!

After dinner we went to the grocery store to get tomorrow’s lunch— packaged salad. There is no fashion show in Lisbon tonight!

[ironstrange1991]

Friday Night

Fluffy / Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Synopsis: It's Friday night and you decide to stop by the Sanctum and cook dinner while you wait for Stephen to come home.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,400k

A/N: This one was requested anonymously. I added Wong and America to add some family touch. I really hope you like it. ;)

English is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes, I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

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You woke up and looked at the time on your phone. You had fallen asleep in the main hall of the Sanctum Sanctorum and it was now past 6pm.

You got up bewildered and closed your laptop that was open on the coffee table and checked your cell for any messages from Stephen, but the inbox was empty.

It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the day at the Sanctum. You and Stephen had been together for a long time and just as he came into your house whenever he wanted, you also used to go to the Sanctum, but that day when you arrived you found the house empty.

You had left several messages for both Stephen and Wong, but neither responded.

You weren't really worried. Stephen and Wong always had important things to attend to and they should probably be at Kamar Taj. You knew now that Stephen would make up any excuse to visit America. She had become much more than just someone he helped and was more of an apprentice and Stephen was very fond of her and so was you.

Deciding to keep busy while waiting for Stephen, you went to the Sanctum's kitchen thinking about preparing dinner for them when they come home. You knew that the two of them were a disaster in the kitchen and that they often preferred buying food to cooking. Wong actually knew how to cook, it wasn't the best thing you've ever eaten, but it was okay. Stephen on the other hand on the rare times he tried to cook something almost set the kitchen on fire and you had to go to the rescue and you ended the night eating pizza.

You weren't surprised when you found the fridge practically empty. Sighing and determined to stick to your plan, you ran to the nearest grocery store and bought what you needed for dinner. It was Friday night and you wanted to please him.

You went back to the Sanctum and worked on preparing the food. Your laptop open on the table playing your favorite Spotify playlist. You got distracted while singing along to the songs and didn't notice the chatter in the room as Stephen, Wong and America walked through the portal.

Stephen listened to the music and followed the sound finding you in the kitchen distracted by the stove. He hugged you from behind, almost making you drop the bag of potatoes you were carrying.

“I can get used to it”   He said with that wonderful deep voice  “Coming home after work and having my girl at home to take care of me.”

You turned to face him. He wore the blue tunic and the cloak was clinging to his shoulders, his hair slightly disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead  

“You can keep dreaming, Stephen Strange. I'm only cooking because I was hungry and there was nothing to eat in this house.”

He smirked  “If you say so. I could have ordered something.”

You slapped his arm.

He chuckled pulling you to his lips and kissing you softly.

“I missed you” You said between his lips “I left work early and decided to stop by to see you, but you weren't here. I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I left a million messages.”

He nodded. “I'm sorry, I was busy helping with training at Kamar Taj.”

“It’s okay, it ended up giving me time to prepare dinner. I even went to the grocery store! I bought your favorite ice cream."

He caressed your face “I thought dinner wasn't for me.”

You stroked his hair, brushing the loose strands that fell across his forehead back. “You know it's for you. Everything I do is for you.”  You rolled your eyes “It’s cheesy, but I'm that kind of woman, you know, who cooks to impress her boyfriend.”

Stephen smirked “It's working.”

He tightened his arms around your waist kissing you intensely. You cupped his face as he deepened the kiss putting his tongue in your mouth and soon the desire you felt for each other began to show.

You didn't realize it when Wong and America entered the kitchen. Moving away from each other only when you heard the exaggerated sound of Wong clearing his throat.

“Gross” America said staring at both of you. “A bit early for that don't you think?”

You felt your face getting hot and you disguised it, taking the opportunity to remove the portion of fries ready from the pan.

“Fries!” America ran up to you stealing one from the plate

“[Y/N] you saved us, we're starving. I was afraid that I would have to eat something Wong would prepare.”

“Hey, you didn't complain last time!" Wong said annoyed.

America giggled “Because it was all there was to eat.”

“You are welcome, America” You said trying not to laugh.

Stephen sighed, almost rolling his eyes.

“Behave or I'll send you back to Kamar Taj”

She rolled her eyes leaving the kitchen “I'll be in my room, let me know when dinner is ready.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Stephen and Wong's expressions. Two unlikely parents trying to deal with their foster teenager daughter.

“I heard that adolescence is the worst phase!”

Wong sighed “And now you come to tell us this?!”

He left muttering and Stephen smirked devilishly at you “Where were we anyway?”

You smiled throwing yourself into his arms kissing his lips and giving light kisses on his cheek. You pulled away before things got intense again and patted his arm

“Dinner is almost ready, you'd better shower and change into your normal clothes before sitting at that table.”

“I think there's something else I'd rather have for dinner” He said teasing while lowering his hands to your ass and squeezing maliciously.

You giggled “I’ll think about it.”

He smirked and kissed you lightly and opened a portal to his room.

When dinner was ready, you carefully set the table for the four of you and it didn't take long for them to go downstairs. Stephen kissed your cheek before sitting down. He had wet hair and was dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. You loved seeing him dressed in normal, comfortable clothes. There was something about it that made your heart race.

You've delighted in Americas' stories of their new adventures in the Kamar Taj. She was happy because she had learned a new spell and even though Stephen didn't want to let it show, he was very proud of her. That much you could tell by the way he looked at the kid.

“She is a great learner, but impatient. It reminds me of another student we had at Kamar Taj years ago.” Wong said and Stephen rolled his eyes.

When you finished eating America came back to her room saying she needed to finish the TV show she was watching and Wong left saying it was late but you knew he was just giving the two of you privacy.

Stephen smirked “Finally alone.” 

He got up going to the fridge and taking the ice cream you bought him. He opened it and took a bite out of the pot and you got a good look at him standing there on the counter. He took your breath away.

You got up picking up the dishes and taking them to the sink and approaching him. He took a bit of ice cream and gave it in your mouth and then kissed you. A deliciously sweet, icy kiss.

“I love you”  You said staring at him and he smiled openly putting the ice cream pot on the counter and wrapping his arms around your waist. He turned you so that you were propped up on the counter and kissed you intensely.

He pulled you onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. He sat you down on the counter, his hands moving down to your breast caressing through your blouse. You leaned your head back as he lowered his lips to your neck.

“Oh, really?!”

Stephen sighed angrily not bothering to really walk away from you.

“I thought you said you were going to stay in your room, kid.”

He said annoyed with the teenager.

America sighed angrily opening the fridge picking a soda. “I thought these things were done in the bedroom!”

She pointed to the open ice cream pot on the counter “Oh I love this ice cream!” She took the pot and left the kitchen.

“She took my ice cream”

You laughed at Stephen's angry face.

“I think we better go to the bedroom.”

You said and he nodded and a second later you were in his room.

“Where were we?” He asked pulling you back into his arms “Oh yes, the part where you were saying you love me.”

He kissed you “I love you too, sweetheart. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

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[prettylambs]

The Selfish Machine

Dabi X Reader

WC: 843

Authors note: Haven't written in a few years so this might not be the best but I wanted to try it out again so...

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It was only supposed to be for an hour.

But then an hour turned into two then two into three and now Dabi’s sat in your living room while you’re folding up laundry. He stopped believing the excuse he told himself for wanting to see you. “It’s just to clear my head” was an absolute lie because whenever he was around you his mind and heart would be full of nothing but you.

It’s funny really, how everything thus far has led him to you. It wouldn't be a reach for this, you, to be considered an addiction. Every time he swears to the moon it’ll be his last time coming to you he always aches for more. But can you blame him? How could he ever let go of the one normal thing he has. Sure he could always just keep an eye on you from afar but where's the fun in that? He knows that nothing compares to actually being with you.

He loved all the domestic shit that came with being around you. Like how you invited him into your apartment and treated him so lovingly. You always gave him a choice whether it was what he wanted for dinner or if he wanted to take a shower or even if it was okay for you to play music while you cleaned around the place. He loved your attention to detail too. Always keeping the apartment on the cooler side just to keep him comfortable even if it meant you wearing a sweater in the middle of summer, or how you always light this one specific candle after he complimented the scent. He especially loves when you wash his clothes for him. The first time you did it left him dumbstruck. He couldn't stop the butterflies from forming after you handed him back his clothes freshly washed and smelling just like you.

It all comes back to you.

You who always leaves the window unlocked for him. You who keeps buying burn creams even after he's told you they won’t work. You who takes care of him. You who never asks questions.

Except for the one.

“Dabi?”

“Yeah?” he glances over his shoulder to see you walking towards him. God, he could never get tired of looking at you. Not when you looked back at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

You walked around from behind the couch placing a few folded blankets at the edge.

“Do you want to stay the night?” you said glancing towards him and he could've sworn there was a hint of hopefulness in your eyes.

“Uh, I-” he stuttered out.

No matter how many times you’ve asked him to stay he can’t help the blood from rushing to his cheeks. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, like you’re holding him down with your eyes. Did you know how much he wanted to stay with you? How much he wanted to wake up and you be the first thing he sees in the morning. To pull you closer to him and never let go. He wanted to so badly keep you alone with him, away from the world. Away from anyone that would try to take you away from him.

“It’s getting late and I just thought it would be better if you stayed instead of walking home.”

No.

“I think it’s supposed to rain soon and I would feel guilty if I let you get caught up in the middle of a storm and end up sick.” you added.

No.

Is what he should say. He shouldn't be here in the first place. The first few times could be counted as mistakes. Only using you as a cover. A place to eat and rest. But now it was home. Even if he looked out of place he didn't feel like it. You act like he isn't a burden and stay unbothered with the extra groceries you have to buy and now cleaning dishes for two instead of one.

But he really shouldn't stay. And he won’t. It's just, he cant help to think that maybe just maybe he could say yes.

Would it be so bad to say yes? To ignore all the reasons why he can't shouldn't stay?

No. it wouldn't be that bad to say yes. Not when you're asking oh so nicely. Doesn't he deserve this?  His own angel practically begging for him to stay in this small heaven.

He gives in.

“You’re right. We wouldn't want that.” His words lighten up the silence.

“I’ll stay. But only tonight.” another lie. A selfish one that he can’t bring himself to care about. Because how could he feel bad when you looked so happy he agreed. There you are trying to stop that pretty smile from reaching your eyes as you lead him back to the bedroom.

An angel leading the devil himself into her bedroom. Into her heart. And after this night Dabi realizes how good it feels to be selfish. Especially when it comes to you.