#his lil grey face 🥹

[hypanova]

koopsta is now a senior citizen

[tojisun]

i just know and i feel it in my little heart. bimbo reader collects sonny angels. maybe she’s even made them little outfits and says one is simon and one is her. i feel like she’s the type to sew a little pocket on his tactical clothes so a little part of her is always with him 😭

HONEY OH MY GOD HONEY THIS IS ADORABLE?? THANK U FOR THE VISION BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES!! got a full collection and a mounted shelf for the lil cherubs n all thattt 🥹🫶🏼 god what a cutie

just imagine how excited you were when you first started collecting them and simon’s a little confused but he gives you his card anyway when you tell him you want to order more.

“they all have the same face, sweets,” he says, bending over to get a clearer view of your display case to see the little things. some have full outfits, while some are almost bare except for their hats, but even then – even with their different skin tones and eye colours and costumes – simon can’t shake off the oddity of seeing a singular expression from an intensive collection. “i don’t get it.”

then, his eyes catch onto a unique set. these two don’t have a plastic-style outfits and are, instead, decked out in little sewn clothes. one’s a wearing a pink dress, sparkly and made of laces, while the other one’s in a basic tactical gear – dark jumper, dark pants, a grey vest that’s fashioned to look like a bulletproof vest – and… a balaclava?

huh. that almost looks like-

“it’s us!” you chirp and simon, well, his heart quivers.

“yeah?” he asks, unable to look away at the little things, feeling so choked up at the affection and love that’s slamming against his ribs.

you hum in reply before your hand, slim and bejewelled, juts out to pluck the two of the dolls from the stand. simon straightens up and turns to face you at your beckoning.

“made ‘em ‘cause i missed you,” you mutter, batting your lashes up at him in a shy manner. you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling in anxiousness, and simon simply melts.

“oh, lovie,” he croons as he cups your jaw with his palm, his lungs constricting when you instantly nuzzle into his hold. “they’re perfect. y’r perfect.”

he murmurs his thanks when you give him the doll that’s fashioned to look like you, gentle in his touch and reverent as he slides it into the chest pocket of his jacket.

“there she is,” simon murmurs, unaware of how his actions are making you tremble with love. “safe and sound by my heart.”

he chokes in surprise when you throw yourself at him, climbing him with experienced grappling, before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

well. simon’s not complaining, that’s for sure.

-;

you bring simon-sonny around when you go out with your friends, plopping it beside your cocktail drink or beside your lil cup of ice cream, before asking your friend to snag a picture of you and the cherub to send to simon (who’s currently deployed).

to: simmy <3

us!!!! 💖🩷 <

and simon responds with a picture from his end, just a little selfie, almost blurry, the angle just enough to show simon looking up at the camera and the little sonny that’s perched inside his chest pocket – the one you diy-ed yourself.

from: simmy <3

> us :)

-;

CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! RAHHHHH nonbc im so sorry i rambled again 😭 i just. i have sm lil figurines (not specifically sonny) and i just love thinking about a s/o who cares sm they indulge u :’>

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

[bucknastysbabe]

Since you mentioned it before in a different post, and your asks are open… could you please do a smut piece with Jacaerys being shy about wanting a finger up his ass

YES I CAN! JACEYYYYYYY baby🥹🥹🥹so cute

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Jace in da north, Cregan’s sis, established lovers, inexperienced horse cock bb, blowjobs, wet and messy, anal fingering (m!receiving), prostate massage/milking, jace gets a lil cum drunk, fluffy

Taglist: @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @fairysluna @rafeism @howyouloveyourdragon @lovelykhaleesiii @valeskafics @sugarpoppss2 @jamespotterismydaddy

Her grey eyes twinkled as she rested a sharp cheek on his thigh. Jace was panting, his cheeks flushed as he tried to calm down. His cock laid heavy on his taught stomach, dripping pre down onto his light skin. The Stark slid her calloused hand up the prince’s side, cooing, “What did you want?”

Her lips were still swollen from the impossible stretch around his cock. Jacaerys Velaryon might have begged for something off the cuff while his she-wolf was kitten-licking the bulbous tip. Something something ‘please, more, want a finger.’ It was a moment of passion, alright? Jace had a tendency toward blurting his thoughts.

To which she pulled off with an intense look. Those solemn Stark features alight with something downright predatory. She ordered this time, “Tell me what you said, Jace. I’m not judging you.” The lady readjusted herself on the furs, gaze less wolfish. Both of her hands held his waist, thumbs circling gently.

The brunette swore he would start crying. Or explode in a great burst of fire from embarrassment. He bit down on his bottom lip, shakily exhaling. Jace mumbled, “I- I heard my uncle talking about it once. A spot for men…y’know, up their ass. While getting sucked off." He slung an arm over his eyes, groaning in embarrassment. His cock was beginning to soften.

Her hand curled back around him, the Stark laughing, "Nuh, uh, don't you dare. Never had a finger up the ass huh? You're adorable. We always say you Sothron folk are the wanton ones," Jace peered at her pretty face, "You're fine, no need to be shy. M'sure most men think about it. I think about it."

Jacaerys looked up, his curls matted a bit, eyes wide in shock. She didn't care? Still, his flush ran down to his chest but his thick cock was back to swelling up, stretching her hand out. She grinned, raspy brogue teasing, "I just got to get you nice n' wet prince." He groaned, head flying back onto the warm furs as her hand and mouth began to work him.

She drooled on the tip of his cock, bobbing and lapping, hand jerking the spit down and down. His thighs twitched, a shiver crawling up his spine as his cock was growing wetter than he imagined. The she-wolf spat again into her palm, moist tongue probing at the spot under his cockhead. Jace cried out, hand at her dark hair, thighs spreading on instinct.

Spit rolled down to his balls, falling into his crack. Arousal and embarrassment warred within his head, being so open for her in an unmanly place. His lover jerked him, the sloppy sound accompanying the fireplace. She had moved her lips to suckle at his swollen balls to further soak the area. He was making soft noises, writhing, lips unable to close at the pleasure. The she-wolf hummed lazily, shoving a digit into her stuffed mouth.

Jacaerys gasped, back arching when her spit-slick finger pressed against his tight hole. She spat again, eyes lidded, lips curled up into a smirk. "Easy now, easy dragon prince, I'll make you see stars." Jace gulped, placing his trust in her gentle forefinger, hand cautiously wrapped into her braided hair. He was panting now, legs pulling up to plant his heels down.

The small tip of her roughened finger slid through, Stark laughing softly at Jace's withering look. She wiggled in further, thumb sliding up to play with the tip of his cock as a distraction. He swallowed, mouth going dry as he rasped, "Unh...seven above...feels weird." She sighed, "S'okay, it'll get better, focus on your cock right now."

He nodded, swollen lips bitten downright red. The prince focused on her swirling thumb, thighs jumping again as the sensitive nerves pricked and tingled with every movement. He whined her name, eyes falling shut as he huffed. His lover had her finger fully in his ass now, probing.

Jacaerys tried to remain quiet, unsure of the feeling, it was strange and he felt too full. She twirled her wrist around, palm facing the stone and wood beam ceilings of Winterfell. She crooked her long finger up and Jace sharply cried out, eyes open in a flash. She had found it, fuck, his girl had found it. All the discomfort and questioning of manhood had flown out his ears.

Jace stated in a warble, "My, unhhh, Stark, s'that it."

"Yeah, that's it, lookit you, already leaking and trembling for me, sweet prince. You're gorgeous, untouched and mine now."

His dark eyes traveled down to his leaky prick, pooling cum in his belly. Liquid heat had spread from deep within, the root of his cock and balls feeling much too hot and sensitive. He flushed, the feeling almost akin to having to piss...Sweet Mother above do not let that be a thing!

"You're fine, jus' milking you out, s'intense," she rambled, dark grey orbs piercing. She used her messy free hand to pat his flank, offering a kiss on his hip. The Northwoman cooed more, stroking his sweet spot in a pointed massage, not missing a beat. Jace spread his legs like a common whore, breathlessly begging for her to suck him too. He wanted all of it, this all-encompassing feeling.

She complied, not before slipping her middle finger alongside her pointer, still working that little gland with steady circles. Jacaerys didn't realize, he was so caught up in pleasure and writhing around on soft furs. The prince could laugh at himself, he was no better than the deviant Aegon.

Aegon did not have a she-wolf. He had whores. Craven.

Stark sucked down his cock again, her slick throat convulsing around his prick. She eased off and kept her shallow bobs, sucking on the head, applying more pressure as she hollowed stretched lips. Jacaerys spurt onto her tongue, apologizing, "M'sorry, darling, can't stop right now!"

Her muffled laugh was the response, grey eyes rolling amusedly. Jace tugged her braid softly, pouting. Another pump of cum emptied into her mouth, Jace slack jawed as she seemed to push more and more out of him, sucking it all down as she milked him.

He whined deep in his chest, hips weakly bucking as his thoughts grew slow and dumb. Jacaerys was paralyzed with silky, syrupy pleasure. His energy was being drained right out of his cock. She sped up her little movements, Jace slurring the she-wolf’s pretty name. The bone deep heat in his body seemed to rise up, the prince’s noises growing more frequent.

He struggled for breath as the intense feeling crawled up his belly. Jacaerys knew he was about to cum— but he’d been steadily pouring a river down her mouth. He bit his lip, tanned skin erupting into goosebumps, sweat beading on his forehead. She swallowed hard, fingers driving up, up, up. He whimpered, blinking and scrabbling at the furs and her soft hair.

He cried out sharply as the hot flames reached his chest, convulsing and moaning in confusion. Wave after wave of intense bliss wracked Jace’s body, something among the likes he’d never felt before. Stark dutifully drank him down, removing her fingers, Jacaerys whining again at the strange emptiness. He babbled a broken sentence, no clue what he was on about.

She crawled up his shaking frame, curling next to him, rubbing the young man’s flank. “Oh, you needed that hm?”

He nodded, boneless and floating. She pressed a little kiss to his reddened lips, Jace smiling wearily and returning the favor. The girl murmured, “I quite adore you too, dragon prince. Let’s lay around for a while before Cregan comes a’ knockin.”

“P-please.”

Jace burrowed his head into the crook of her neck, her comforting scent around him. He needed much rest now, eyes growing droopy. The prince snuggled in close, burrowing into her and the wonderful furs. The fire crackled on as she rasped little praises and pet his curls. He would never leave this bed if he could, the heir decided. A grin split across his blissful expression, hugging his darling she-wolf tight.

[callistosposts]

TWINSIES EARTH N' VENUS HC-NER GANG LET'S GOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

One silly fact abt my designs is that Earth and Venus r essentially the only normal/'earthling' looking ones of the planets, the rest (including Pluto before he got demoted and Sun) all have features that to a human looks freaky/weird/unreal

Sun- Humanoid plasma being with no mouth or genitals (in my designs/hc stars don't have genitals), his eyes are all white with no iris, also the aureole halo on the top of his head.

Mercury- wings r fused with his feet and his hair is a flame

Mars- also no iris like Sun and he has ailen antennas

Jupiter- haven't made him yet, but he's a cyclops and his eye is the big red spot

Saturn- also haven't made him yet, but his rings circling around his head like a halo

Uranus- also no iris like Sun and Mars except his are glowing, also the rings around his head (except his tilted, like him, except like in planet form)

Neptune- he doesn't have eyes and under his hair are fish scales (he also has scales on his back, stomach, elbows and on the bottom of his feet)

Pluto- leg ambiguity and his face looks like a theater mask, but he can still make facial expressions and eat, making one wonder if it's a mask or not

(causally gonna be dropping Luna, Phobos n' Deimos here as honorable mentions cuz I love 'em)

Luna- His eyes are inverted (meaning his sclera is grey and his irises are white) he has a lil crescent moon on his forehead and bull horns on the side of his head

Phobos- Orange 'Earthling' eyes that are glowing eyes and he has whiskers

Deimos- Also glowing 'earthling' eyes like Phobos

Some of my designs for the other celestial objects also have features that humans find freaky, but this ask is already pretty long so-

(also I just realized I should maybe add some things to Saturn that make him more freaky)

(also also in my art style I don't draw pupils so there's why I don't mention them)

ALL THIS DESIGN CHOICES ARE SO COOL!! 🥹🫶

love the idea of Venus and Earth being the only ones to look human - Earth of course harboring humans and Venus's close connection to Earth, it makes a lot of sense 😆🙏

im loving the creature details of all the others as well!! designs with non-human or 'unsettling' details are some of my favorites ever

especially loving the idea of Jupiter being a cyclops and Neptune with the acales!!!

[jedi-hawkins]

The Bad Batch Episode 13 Watch Thoughts

Spoilers (duh)

Dafuq mustache

I cry she’s back in the prison greys

She’s so big compared to the kiddos

She’s not acknowledging the straw Lula? Ope nevermind she is

The way Eva mimicked O-mee-ga even though she doesn’t have an accent 🥹

Baryn!!!!!

Rampart being pissy lol

Ugh Hunter’s voice is so hot

Hondo? ECHO!!

Get him Crosshair

YES 😂😭 that had to be the line the trolls creators were talking about with delivery

Bruh Rampart being a whiny lil bitch “This is a captain’s uniform” 😭 I can’t

“I’d like to believe you” oh damn got her

Oh she’s good

Loving Omega with her prison shank hidden in her sleeve

‘Specimens’ BITCH WHO TF ARE YOU

I just noticed how similar Emerie’s glasses are to the visor on Tech’s helmet

Fuck I love Omega so much. SHE IS HUNTER’S DAUGHTER

Their paint is gone 🥺

They’re so over Rampart PLEASE 😂😭

Okay but the blackout armor is kinda… fanartists I'm looking at you

PLEASE the way that Imperial officer towers over Hunter 😭

"Iss-ewe" Rampart is so funny

Their armor is so distinct I think it’s so funny they thought taking the paint off would do anything. (It’s giving Marvel baseball cap and sunglasses disguise)

Please the lil face Rampart made when Hunter stunned the data guard and Crosshair shoved him into the room 😂

Wrecker just clocking that guy

Echo getting to solo ARC Trooper again 🥹

Woah that was a cool aerial shot of Tantiss into the vault

Why did I think Echo was going to steal a Stormtrooper's armor?

Stopppp Echo is going up the droid chute? Echo went up the droid chute.

Wrecker wearing the guys hat I’m deaddddd his little smile when he gave it back to him

Oh please please please let this work

ECHO IS NOT A DROID

Crosshair trusting in Echo, his team. When he told Rampart to relax it didn’t even sound snarky, it sounded like genuine reassurance.

Rampart was the one that said the line "Abort the mission."

Okay but husband with the "...Negative..." take me now

YESSS YES IT WORKED

OH my god this is probably my favorite episode of the season so far. Things have been really heavy with the overarching plot so I feel like we needed a little bit of a breather.

The creators did so well balancing the script for this one between the humor, the tension (especially at the end of 'will they attach on time') It almost felt like a callback to how a TCW episode would be balanced.

I'm relieved to know they literally just took the paint off their armor to 'blend in' (which were they really?) But I've been stressing all season that something horrible was the reason for them scrubbing the paint off.

I needed this episode, we all needed this episode to have some action and progression in the overarching plot with some good humor. Not the only two (three) things missing.

WHO IS CX-2?? (It's Tech. I won't be taking notes)

Give me wet rat Hunter (episode-whatever did not count)

Crosshair and Omega Hug

[m0llygunn]

*immediately responds back*

I LOVE (a fwbb) LIL SOMETHIN’ SNEAK PEEKS! 🥹

yesssss this is kind of more than a lil sneak peek (its 1.6k of sneakily peeking) but its been so long since the last chapter sooo... also its edited but also its not edited (also pretending i didn't disappear for many weeks after saying i would give u this sorry) anyway this is from somewhere in the middle of the chapter but lets not say

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“She’s even got me doing her laundry— and the worst part is, I don’t hate it.”

A few weeks have passed since the initial laundry incident, twice over Eddie has helped. Letting you boss him around has been surprisingly… okay? Not the worst? Something he could get used to? You’ve always been on the bossy side but the difference now is that he’s a willing participant— more than a willing participant, a volunteer. 

Tonight you were going to a retirement dinner for a coworker. Eddie thought you’d try to get out of it, but you surprised him, saying that you were going because “Susan is a kind woman, and she deserves to be celebrated.” When Eddie asked if the actual reason you were going was because it was her job that you were inheriting, you hit him. One weak, pregnant woman punch to the shoulder was all the answer he needed to know he was right. 

However, because of your unfortunate moral obligation, Eddie was left with an empty Friday evening. Instead of doing fuck-all at home, he decided to drive out to the shit hole that is Jeff and Gareth’s college apartment and do fuck-all there instead. Despite being a forty minute drive away from you, you’re still the subject of the conversation. 

“Of course you ‘don’t hate it’, she’s basically giving you permission to go through her underwear.”

“Not like that— I mean, that is a bonus—” he pauses, as his mental rolodex of your assortment of underwear flashes through his mind. Cotton, silk, lace, ‘boyshort’ (as you had called them when he asked why your underwear were so… not underwear shaped)— he shakes the thoughts away before he gets to thongs— or worse, lace thongs. “—but, I don’t know. I hate doing laundry, but I have no problem doing hers.”

“Yeah, because you’re in love with her,” Jeff sings, continuing his goading. From his parallel spot on the living room floor, he holds his hand out for the joint. Eddie passes it over, scoffing at Jeff’s accusation. 

“Oh, and you’re the love expert?”

“Yeah,” he exhales his breath of smoke. “Me and my girl, two years strong.”

Jeff takes his last puff, offering the burnt down joint back to Eddie. Eddie takes it— he shouldn’t because they’ve smoked nearly double of what they usually do, but he takes it, pulling the final drag before snubbing it out in the ashtray. Laying back on the floor, he lets his hands rest folded on his chest. 

The ceiling fan whirls on full speed, funnelling and dispersing the thick smoke in the air, the overhead light makes the grey-white popcorn walls glow yellow, the cheap fridge buzzes in the kitchen, and the broken toilet in the bathroom down the hall sounds like non stop running water. Eddie’s mind is far from clear— all hazy and in the clouds but like a tether, no thought ever strays too far from the topic of you. 

“What even is love?” he sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Hmm, wanting to do someone’s laundry?” Jeff says, reaching over to knock Eddie’s head. Eddie blindly tries to hit him back but Jeff retreats too quickly, leaving Eddie swatting at the air. 

“It could be worse,” Gareth says, walking into the living room, finally showing face after being holed away in his room with the lame excuse of having a final next week. Both boys follow him through the living room, watching with red rimmed eyes as he sits on the couch. “She could um…not be in love with you.”

“She’s not,” Eddie scoffs, looking back at the ceiling.

“And you know this, how?”

“She’s just not— and we shouldn’t. We’ve been friends for so long and it works. If it’s not broken, don’t fix it,” Eddie says. It feels like the room starts to pulse, the ceiling getting closer and further away at the same time. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling fan, watching it spin and spin and spin— around and around and around, just like his thoughts. 

“People say that about appliances and cars, not girls, you idiot,” Gareth says, drawing a measly half of Eddie’s attention. Most of his attention stays on the ceiling fan and the perfect analogy for how it's just like his thoughts, spinning around and around— he does have the brief thought that he smoked too much, but his thoughts circle, always coming back to you. 

You circle once, you circle twice. The thought of his future baby circles next. The baby— “Especially now— holy fuck,” Eddie sits up. The thought hits him like a freight train. You and him are friends. Being friends works. Adding a baby into the mix is a big change. Being more than friends and adding a baby— that’s two big changes, that’s two possibilities of your relationship, platonic or not, going very wrong. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Especially now. We can’t fuck things up— it’s working how things are. We should leave it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Gareth laughs. “What’s so important about now?”

“What?” Eddie says, shifting his eyes to Gareth on the couch. Jeff laughs and Eddie's stomach plummets. They don’t know about the baby— they don’t know about any detail beyond his unrequited affection for you. He’s supposed to be keeping this all under wraps, you and he agreed. 

“Especially now?” Jeff mocks him.

“Yeah. What’s so important about now? And what exactly is working?” Gareth asks, smirking in a way that makes Eddie desperately wish he hadn’t smoked as much as he did.  

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugs, trying to coolly brush it off. If the heat that rushes to his cheeks is any indication of how cool he’s being, he’s not, and the smoky air in the room certainly isn’t helping. 

“Hold on— you’re doing her laundry? Did I hear that right?” Gareth asks.

“Gare,” Eddie warns. If he can just shut down the conversation, make them move on then maybe—

“You’re doing her laundry— what are you getting in return?” 

Fuck.

“Friendship,” Eddie says, thinking fast— which albeit isn't that fast.

Gareth scoffs a laugh, eyes burrowing beneath Eddie’s skin as his skepticism turns into confidence. “Yeah right, cut the crap. What are you getting in return, Munson?” he repeats. His mouth curls into a deep smirk, and Eddie knows he’s cooked. The sharpness of Gareth’s sobriety is unfair and Eddie’s trying his best to pull a straight, unblushed face. It’s not working. 

“I’m not getting anything in return.”

“Holy shit,” Gareth says excitedly, sitting forward. His eyes light up, smirk turning into a giddy smile. Eddie knows he can’t deny anything anymore, not while he’s this high— he can be childish though, inebriation has never inebriated that ability. 

“Shut up,” he barks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth repeats, knees jumping with his growing amusement.

“What?” Jeff says, sitting up. His bloodshot eyes move back and forth trying to piece together the conversation. 

“Eddie and—”

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going home and never coming back here,” Eddie barks.

Gareth laughs at his empty threat. “You’re blushing that means you and—”

“That’s not— I’m not—” Eddie stumbles to backtrack the conversation. It doesnt work, because Gareth bulldozes through his attempts. 

“You guys are fu—”

“No. We’re not!”

“Look at you, you’re redder than—”

“What are you guys talking about—” Jeff hasn’t caught on, but he looks to Gareth, pleading with wide, high-out-of-his-mind pupils for clarity. Eddie opens his mouth, but before he can say anything that might stop this night from going even further astray, Gareth says the condemning words. True words.

“They’re fucking.”

“Who’s fucking?” Bless Jeff's high soul.

“Eddie and—”

Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He can’t save the situation, but maybe he can salvage it. 

“It was one time! Okay! One time!” Three times, but that's beside the point. “It wasn’t an exchange,” Eddie sighs. “I didn’t offer to do her laundry because of it. We were drunk. We got carried away.” 

The conversation passes its boiling point, leaving shards of partial truths and overt excitement all over Gareth and Jeff’s shitty apartment floor. Eddie deflates, falling to lay back on the carpet. His confession sits in the air, silence surrounding it. It’s cruel the way that the ceiling fan still spins, taunting him. You circle his thoughts another time— you’re going to be so pissed. 

“But you want it to happen again,” Gareth says, his ever living smile creeping into his voice.

Of course he wants it to happen again— he would be an idiot to not want it to happen again but that’s not what this is about— this is about him salvaging this conversation. Fixing his idiot mistake so that you don’t rip him a new one. Obviously, they would have found out this bit of information eventually… but you said this would happen. You called it— you explicitly said that this would happen, and that if he does ‘squeal like a pig to the guys’… you never finished your threat, you just shook your head. Fuck. 

“Jesus Christ. I liked when you guys were scared of me, college made you too bold,” Eddie groans, feeling his crushing reality start to set in. 

“Man, this is like a decade in the works, fucking finally,” Gareth laughs. Jeff unashamedly agrees, nodding heavily, until Eddie reaches over, hitting him on the shoulder.

“‘Fucking finally’ nothing. It happened once, that’s it. And you know she would hate us talking about this, so drop it. Please.”

“‘Please’?” Gareth laughs. “You’re down bad, huh— must really be hoping for a second time.” 

Second meaning fourth time… yeah at this rate, it’s not looking too good for him, not after this.

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hope you likedddd it <333

[nessinborderland]

I started writing fanfiction because of you but dip in and out of it now because it's so hard to do that kind of thing consistently! You do a great job!

How about something angsty with Banda/Reader like 20 minutes before he gets arrested or something?

Aww thank you 🥹💖 that really means a lot, because I honestly think I'm shit at consistency, especially when it comes to posting fanfic.

And thanks for the prompt, love it 👀 it turned a lil bigger than intended lol

This had to be a nightmare. That, or part of a very sick and very twisted, cruel prank.

Your Saturday had started just like any other. It was just a normal day, where you spent your time catching up with your husband and making love, and watching shows. Just existing. You loved Saturdays. But then night came and with it came the police, knocking on your door and asking for your husband before eventually cuffing him and accusing him of the murder of four women.

Murder, of all things.

Your husband wasn’t a murderer. He was sweet and kind and one of the best people you could have in your life. Not once in your dating or married life had he ever given you any signal of being anything less than good.

Now seeing him like this, dressed in a grey jumpsuit and handcuffed to a metal table… it didn’t even look real.

"Please tell me it's not true."

He said nothing, cold brown eyes looking into yours as he raised a brow in response. You had been in this room with him for five minutes, and that’s all he could give you? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I’m innocent, this is a mistake’, no nothing?

Your breathing shuddered as you tried not to erupt into tears. You had to keep your cool right now, no matter what.

"Sunato... did you- did you do something to those women?"

He let out a sigh before finally saying, "Ask me what you really want to ask."

You didn't have it in you to say the words. Not right now, not with the photos of the crimes so clear in your mind. You had seen the vacant eyes, the bloody skin, and the marks left on the lifeless bodies of young women that your husband had supposedly killed. No, not supposedly; there was too much evidence. He had confessed. He was guilty. You knew he was. But you had to hear him say it.

"Did you murder them?" you asked in a whisper, looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked like bottomless pits of darkness, so empty of the warmth and love that used to be directed at you. But not now.

You wondered if these were the eyes that those women had seen before he made them bleed to death. A shiver ran through you at the thought.

"Do you think I murdered them?" he asked instead.

"No!” you shouted with a slap on the metal surface, hands trembling as you fisted them under the table. With a deep breath, you begged, “Don't play games with me right now...."

An eternity seemed to pass by before he said the words you were dreading to hear.

"Yes."

Who knew that such a simple word could crumble your world?

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a sob then, covering your eyes with your hands as fat tears streamed down your face. You could almost hear your heart break in two. How could he have done this? How could he confess such sins to you in such a calm tone, like you were the stupid one for not noticing it in the first place?

His next question made you wonder if he could read your mind.

"But you knew, didn't you?"

"I- what?..."

"You knew," he repeated. "You just chose not to believe it."

"How could you say-"

"You caught me washing blood off my clothes so many times,” he said with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe you. “The nights I got home late, the scratches on my arms… C'mon, love, you are many things, but you're not dumb. You knew what I was doing before anyone else did."

"No, I-"

You had no idea. Of that, you were sure. Yes, you had seen him wash his clothes, and seen the scratches on his skin, and wondered about the late nights… but you had just shrugged it off as normal occurrences. You had never seen any blood, nor you ever had any reason to suspect him of doing anything foul. Cheating? Yes, that had crossed your mind, but never murder. But weren't the signs there? You actually didn’t know, or did you just choose not to see what was in front of you all this time?

"No,” you vehemently shook your head, face contorting as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn't know, you can't possibly believe-"

"If that's what makes you feel better, so be it," he said with a shrug. “But you can’t fool me, love.”

Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else. This man in front of you wasn't your husband. He was a stranger, a twisted version of the man that had been the love of your life since you were a teenager.

You never thought you could hate him as much as you loved him.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Because I could."

You let his words sink in. Then, another thought crossed your mind, this one making the blood in your veins run cold.

"Ever thought of… of doing the same to me?"

The smile he gave you was enough for you to know the answer.

"You were supposed to die on the first time we met," he started, gaze far away as he remembered, a mock of a fond smile on his lips. "I had it all planned out. You were supposed to be my first actual kill. But then I just," he paused there, letting out a long sigh before locking his gaze back on yours, "I just really liked you, I guess."

You didn't know what to say after his confession. You wanted to scream and cry, hit him until he was dead and bleeding, and make him regret not killing you in the first place. But you couldn't do that to the man you still loved.

So, you stood up and signaled the guard right outside the door. Without another glance at your husband, you walked out of the room, hesitating when you reached the threshold.

"Was it ever genuine?" you asked without turning to look at him. "Did you ever love me?"

A chuckle sounded behind you.

"No," he said, "Not in the way you want me to love you."

[dreamyheizou]

genshin boys as types of pet cats

includes: ayato, childe, heizou, itto, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, and zhongli

genre: fluff, crack (?)

warnings: brief mention of vomit (in ayato's section)

ayato

- a siamese cat (with blue eyes ofc)

- a proper cat ☝🏻

- sits with his two front paws crossed over each other

- loves getting his fur brushed daily

- doesn't fuss when getting his nails trimmed 💅🏻

- refuses to eat dry food!!

- ayato ONLY eats organic food

- vomits if he drinks tap water

- also, DO NOT leave food out on the counter

- he WILL climb onto the kitchen counter and drink your doordash boba tea 🧋

- refuses to go in the litter box if it's dirty

- gives u a dirty look whenever you don't change his litter right after he takes a dump

- acts like the king of the castle 👑

- spoiled kitty fr

childe

- childe would be an orange tabby with blue eyes

- he gives off huge orange tabby vibes

- chaotic and loud ‼️🤪

- steps on your chest when you are sleeping

- meows loudly in your face at exactly 5am in the morning every dingle day to demand food

- shits outside of his litter box if you do something he doesn't like

- has mastered The Head Tilt™️

- begs for treats all the time

- and you can't help but give in

- everything has to go his way

- now, childe LOVES to play with just about anything

- shoelaces, teaser wands, soft plushies, hairbands, your $300 dollar necklace.....

- starts fights with other cats for fun 🤣

- loves annoying scaramouche especially

heizou

- he would be a brown tabby with green eyes

- but has the tortie sass

- sly mf

- constantly has this expression on his face that looks like he knows something you don't 😈

- which honestly is probably the case

- learns tricks very quickly bc he's a smart boy

- but doesn't perform them on purpose whenever you're trying to show your friends 😀

- just to spite you hehe

- like childe, heizou would be a very talkative cat so he'd never shut up

- swats at random things

- you know heizou is judging you whenever he gives you the side glance 👁

itto

- itto would be a maine coon

- a Large boy

- but despite being physically larger in size than most cats

- he is a big babie

- comes running for you whenever he gets startled by the smallest things :(

- not very bright but super sweet

- you know that trend where you hold a cat up against the wall and see if they're smart enough to stop themselves?

- yeah, itto doesn't pass that one

- his face just goes s m a s h into the wall 💥

- when he loafs, he doesn't just look like a loaf of bread 🍞🙅🏻‍♀️

- he looks like a whole ass bakery

kazuha

- kazu would be a white cat with reddish-orange eyes

- you know how some cats have very dilated pupils all the time?

- that's kazuha as a cat

- this feature just makes him look even cuter than he already is

- goes CRAZY over catnip 🍃

- definitely a lap cat

- just wants to cuddle and be held

- purrs a lot and makes biscuits on your lap

- jumps on your bed at night bc he wants to be closer to you 🥰

- loves giving head bonks too 🥹

- likes to sit by the windowsill and watch birds fly around in the backyard 🪟

scaramouche

- i can see scara as a grey tabby

- definitely used to be a stray cat, so he has his left ear tipped

- which gives him a menacing kinda look

- he is a little menace, after all

- hisses at everyone and everything

- people, dogs, squirrels, other cats, etc.

- likes to catch small bugs and spiders and torture them until they die 😼

- will not hesitate to scratch your eyes out with his murden mittens

- bites and clings onto your hand whenever you try to pet him

- and acts all innocent after you retract your hand??? 😇

- one day you decide to risk your life and start scratching under his chin

- at first, scara started clawing at your arm, but then after a few seconds you start to see his eyes kinda close

- as if he was saying, "hey this kinda feels nice......"

- scara eventually gives in and learns to love chin scratches 🤭

xiao

- black cat with golden eyes

- looks like a lil void

- especially when he's hiding in the dark and you see nothing but two big golden eyes staring back

- shy shy shy

- hides from strangers at first

- but warms up after he gets to know them better

- brings back dead animals he caught and drops them in front of you as a gift ❤️

- barely sleeps at night but keeps quiet so he doesn't disturb you

- in fact, he watches over you to make sure you're safe from any danger

- loves to sit in boxes 📦

- it gives him a sense of calm and security

zhongli

- i can see zhongli as a tuxedo cat

- he'd be a super senior cat

- since he is old asf 💯

- every time you take him to the vet, everyone there is amazed at how he is still alive

- his fur is kinda scruffy ngl

- and whiskers are crinkly

- but he is still a handsome kitty regardless 😌

- spends most of his time sleeping due to his age :(

- cleans himself pretty well 🧼🧽

- poosy clean poosy tight poosy fresh

- gets along with other cats, including childe surprsingly