#i don’t think they have a place in mine and i think i’m starting to make peace with that :D

[algae-tm]

SUMMER LOVIN’

Charles Leclerc x Reader

You and Charles fall in love in St.Lucia (one shot)

Warnings: none?

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youruser: you think you just fell out of a coconut tree???🥥

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yourbffuser: HELLO??!! Who is the man????

- youruser: what man?

- yourbffuser: now i KNOW you aren’t serious. in the second pic!!!!

- youruser: oh him… that’s pookie 😋🤭

- yourbffuser: count your motherfuckin days

yoursisteruser: you collect white men like pokemon smh

- youruser: gotta catch ‘em all!! 😏😤

-yoursisteruser: sigh

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charles_leclerc: St. Lucia 🌊☀️

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user1: why is he so boyfriend coded in the 2nd pic?

- user2: don’t be alarmed bestie but it might have something to do with the literal girl he’s holding hands with in the 3rd pic…

landonorris: is this what the youth call a soft launch?

-charles_leclerc: you are the youth

carlossainz55: ay who’s the girl?

— charles_leclerc: No one and everyone

— user1: wtf does this mean 😭 😭

— user5: why is this simultaneously the dumbest yet most romantic thing I’ve ever read, and I have a boyfriend 😭

— user6: girl- tell your boyfriend to step up or leave him… the bar is in literal hell. — user7: bro releases a couple songs and thinks he’s cool and mysterious

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youruser: cute solo travel idea- get a man to take you places

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yourbffuser: two posts with the same guy? I fear we’ve lost her

- youruser: NOOOO I’m still a bad bitch, I’m licensed and everything!!

- yoursisteruser: heartbreaker turns into lover girl… story for the ages

yoursisteruser: who is he???? Your fans want to know!!

—youruser: just a cute monegasque

—yoursisteruser: is that a cheese or something?

— youruser: a place apparently… he gets stroppy when I call him French 🤷🏾‍♀️

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charles_leclerc: summer lovin’ happened so fast

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user4: two posts with what I’m guessing is the same girl… please twitter users starts sleuthing!!

— user5: or, hear me out, bit of a wild suggestion, just let them be?

— user3: do you think they were together b4, or he found her on holiday??

— user4: wait holdup I didn’t even think of the possibility that this could be just a vacation romance you’re so right @user3

— user5: why do I even bother with these people

pierregasly: day 67895 of asking you to tell me who she is!!

— user53: lmao Pierre is one of us confirmed

— user43: close! He actually knows Charles personally so no he isn’t one of you

— user53: now what did I do to you? 😭

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youruser: bye bye bye you were bigger than the whole sky…

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yourbffuser: oh pooks

yoursisteruser: glad to know you have a heart

— youruser: bite me

— yourbffuser: time and place, bestie @yoursisteruser

MESSAGES

SIX MONTHS LATER

MESSAGES

3 MONTHS LATER

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charles_leclerc: mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

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lewishamilton: nice to see it brother! You know what they say

— youruser: once you go black!

— lewishamilton: I was gunna say the course of true love never did run smooth…

— youruser: mine works better!!

— user4: lmao she’s hilarious

— user5: and just as chaotic as Charles 😭 they’re made for eachother

—user6: idk I think he needs someone more introverted… she’s attention seeking (this user was blocked by charles_leclerc)

—charles_leclerc: blocked 🤭😙

—youruser: my man, my man, my man!

landonorris: she’s gorgeous

— charles_leclerc: why do you live to cause me distress??

georgerussell63: blimey, was only yesterday you told us you never got her number

— maxverstappen1: very stupid

— danielricciardo: Max be nice

— maxverstappen1: sorry

carlossainz55: well done cabron!

youruser: mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

arthur_leclerc: she’s lovely

— charles_leclerc: isn’t she just

[oneforthemunny]

i know rockstar!eddie and nepo!baby had like 3 crazy weddings, but what about the others? do all of the eddies get married?? what was their wedding like? big or small or did they elope? did any of them cry when they saw their bride walking down the aisle???

so I made little wedding moodboards once upon a time (or attempted a few)

so cowboy!eddie and sweet girl had a courthouse wedding. genuinely, they’d been “practically married for years” eddie would tell everyone. I mean they did everything a married couple did, just without the paper, but when they started talking about babies he knew it’d be easier if they got married. might as well lol. it was short and sweet. I don’t think they’d make a big fuss out of it, but would have a wild after party/ reception at their favorite bar with their friends.

older!eddie and bunny it’s mentioned in “what used to be mine” but when gina finds out lol. in my mind, it’s a big wedding bc it’s her first but even tho it’s eddie’s second, his first wedding with gina was sorta rushed bc they were young, she was pregnant (that’s why they got married), and they didn’t have much money for one. I think it’d be more modern. I like to think somewhere kinda different like an art gallery that kinda fits their vibe.

mafia!eddie’s was beyond extravagant. very gothic meets chic. at a creepy ass castle or cathedral. candle operas, waiters for cocktail hour and everything, lots and lotssss of security. very over the top and he wouldn’t have it any other way. he was sorta a bridezilla tbh.

janitor!eddie’s was small but very sweet. at a church bc it was free then at a reception hall. very fitting for the time with the poofy dress and the tiered towered cake. I picture it in the spring with lots of bright colors and such. honestly, just a wholesome and sweet and loving wedding.

hockey!eddie (this hasn’t been discussed but i’m declaring it) I think would do a destination wedding. you guys get to see so much of the world, he’d want to have it at your favorite place.

the rest I genuinely haven’t thought about getting married as much! i’m open to ideas!

[ryuichirou]

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But also some news!

First of all, I wanted to remind you that my pricelist will be updated by the end of the week, so please feel free to message me if you want to take a slot to commission me with my current prices!

Second of all, we got our twitter account back! We ended up deleting that one post that twitter didn’t like (yes, the one that doesn’t have anything explicit or any nudity on it), which obviously sucks, but at least now we can jump back to posting more or less regularly.

And now that this situation is over, I can say about the thing that honestly tickled me: the last person who wrote a callout post on me right before our acc got locked (=the person who very likely caused the massreporting in the first place) got accused of grooming a 13 y.o. and had their account terminated the very next day. What a great illustration of how the fandom climate works, right? Hilarious.

Alright, replies replies. Some about Fellow and Gidel, some about Rook, Idia, a little bit of Lilia and some miscellaneous asks.

Anonymous asked:

wait, Fellow is it a good idea for Gidel to write?? Isn't he illiterate?? (I might be wrong on the writing part, but I'm pretty sure Gidel is said to be unable to speak because he didn't get an education :(, r.i.p to the poor boy)

But look at it, Anon! He clearly writes, and like a typical doctor as well! A highly educated man!

(Yeah, Gidel doesn’t know how to write lol I am not sure if Fellow is super literate either… just like the characters they are inspired by lol)

Anonymous asked:

I want to bite Idia’s thighs but I also want to nibble Lilia’s legs courtesy of your pic of him in those delicious Playful Land tights 😩

(this is about a sketch from ko-fi)

They really are nibbleable… nibbable… one would want to nib on them. And Lilia knows that :(

Thank you <3

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Since you started posting Fellow art I said to myself "I guess I'm watching that event now so I can look at the art and think yeah, he would totally get gang banged by them" lol

Tish! You’re great as always lol I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Fellow is so breedable it’s insane. I can’t help it.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I'm gonna snatch Fellow away from everyone

Like that my husband, he fluffiness mine and mine alone

Mwah mwah to Fellow I wove him and the way you draw him

he's too good for them but ruined enough for me(lol me in my possessive era)

Omg real possessive era lol I get it, he really is fluffy to the point of leaving one speechless. But please understand, these boys can’t hold back at all… :( Be kinder them, they can’t help it!

I’m glad you love how I draw him <3

Anonymous asked:

Curious, u do non con/ rape art?

Pls tag if yes, I wanna see

I do, but I also don’t remember any recent noncon piece to tag anything lol I am definitely not opposed to it, and a lot of our nsfw pieces have at least dub-con vibes. I guess that one general!Lilia/Idia piece comes to mind first! And octopus!Azul/Idia that I drew for the same zine…

Maybe it would be easier to look through my pixiv logs; all the nsfw pieces are usually closer to the end of the log.

Anonymous asked:

You know I never had interest in drawing nsfw, I started a fanart blog with the intent of just making cute/cool sfw pieces maybe some ship stuff. However I am sick and tired of watching the twst fandom affect the mental health of my friends. And I know at least one of my ships will be threatened even if they just hold hands.

So here’s my plan: if I start receiving hate I will make an announcement: if I reach a particular milestone of hate I will learn to draw nsfw. I will make them kiss harder. Harass me and I will become worse.

Fr tho I want to be the brave idiot in the hope that others won’t feel alone.

Sorry for the late reply! Anon, you are already brave lol I like your plan. Become worse to spite them! And to support everyone who is harassed. And to have fun of course.

I wish you and your friends and anyone else didn’t have to worry about being harassed because of your ships. So please, take care of yourself, but also? Fuck them; draw and post whatever you want to make yourself and your friends happier and enjoy the fandom experience that you and your friends create.

Anonymous asked:

"something's missing..." might be your shirt rook, idk tho 🤔

(this is about this drawing)

Oh no, he forgot his shirt again. And no one at Savanaclaw is brave enough to tell him.

Anonymous asked:

 I remember that Savannaclaw Rook only cut his hair with a knife, soooo, yeah. How do you think first year Rook would respond to first year Idia and vice versa?

Honestly it looks like it lol He and Lilia have something in common…

We love first year Rook with first year Idia so much, Anon, you have no idea! And Rook/Idia in general, this is one of the things that I really want to draw properly at least once. For now we only have sketches…

But to answer your question! I like to think that Rook was very intrigued by Idia right away; of course Idia isn’t a beastman, but he is not only super bright and shiny-looking (unusual! Interesting!), but also is a very rare pokemon to see. It’s very easy to picture Rook getting excited and charmed by him, maybe he even had a period of a little obsession~ But of course none of this is in any way returned by Idia; to him being suddenly surrounded by so many loud and annoying people his age is already stressful enough, but Rook is somehow worse than all of them combined. He hates everyone from Savanaclaw, but they’re usually just rude jerks, but Rook? If only he was a rude jerk…

Anonymous asked:

Chen’ya, are you flashing people on purpose? What are you gonna do if someone likes it?

(related to this post)

Knowing Che’nya, he’ll probably disappear lol Never let them guess your next move. They liked it? Too bad. They didn’t like it? Oh too bad… >:3

Sometimes he is in a flirty mood though~

Anonymous asked:

I’m surprised Lilia doesn’t also spank Idia to punish him

He really should, and his spanks wouldn’t be as murderous as Azul’s! Idia is going to receive punishment AND survive!

I can picture Lilia stopping mid-spank with the realisation though: oh right, this isn’t his kid, this is Idia…

Anonymous asked:

(tw: self-harm)

this might be a bit dark but i’m curious: do you think idia self-harms? every now and then, i see ppl draw him with SH scars. i’ve never been able to decide if it feels like him or not. punishing himself, hating himself, wanting to control this one aspect of his life bc he can’t control anything else sound like idia, but also, being too resigned, lazy, or phobic of pain also sound like idia… little nutjob he is 😒 thoughts?

This is such a good question, Anon. It’s honestly still kind of easy to imagine him doing that. He punishes himself constantly, and while I don’t think this is necessarily about control, this absolutely could be about wanting to make himself feel even worse or to distract himself from the other kind of deep pain he’s feeling. Since we’re talking about a character here, as an artist I can also add that seeing him this way could be aesthetically pleasing, there are some very good artworks with this theme.

That being said, we usually tend to think that Idia wouldn’t do that. I agree that Idia being phobic of pain sounds very like him, but also? He is very detached from the physical side of things in general, I think. He would rather torment himself mentally.

Another reason for Idia and selfharm not really working in our heads is that I don’t think Ortho would let him. He is very sensitive to changes in his health condition after all.

[osaka-lilac]

hi guys. wrote a little something based on @no00000000's dirtbag au-coded strollonso piece. think of it as a supplemental scene to the movie i was writing about last week. more of an exploration of Lance in the context of trying to impress older men and the overarching theme of embarrassment when getting to know someone. enjoy <3 (1.2k words, shotgunning)

It’s another warm spring night. Fernando parks his dirt bike next to his trailer home, and boots the kickstand back into place. He hops off and turns to help Lance off the back, and helps the boy to unclip his helmet. “Y’know, you don’t have to give me this thing. I’ve got good balance and I’m holding onto you, I’ll be fine.” Lance says, as he removes the helmet from his head. He runs a hand through his hair, but the helmet always does a good job of ruining his hair, scruffing it up in the worst ways. He doesn't want to look like some poor kid in front of Fernando.

Fernando’s face flickers with something akin to worry, shaking his head. “Lancito, I have experience. You do not. I will not risk you getting hurt.” He sets the helmet down on the seat, and reaches into his front pocket to retrieve a lighter and his pack. He leans up against the building and pulls a cigarette out with practiced ease.

Lance watches through his eyelashes, fiddling with the seams inside his pockets. He's out of his depth when Fernando does something like this, something that he's never done. He doesn’t really know what to do here.

As Fernando cups his hand to bring the lighter to the cigarette between his lips, he glances up at Lance. His piercing gaze almost shakes Lance to his core. “You mind?” Fernando gruffs out, the cigarette bouncing around between his lips. “No, no no, I don’t mind, I mean…” Lance pulls his hands out of his pockets at lightning speed. Before he knows what he’s doing, he comes to lean on his side against the trailer to face Fernando, holding his hand out. “I mean… I’ll have one too, if you, uh… don’t mind sharing.”

All Fernando does is quirk an eyebrow up.  “You smoke?” He deadpans, finally lighting the cigarette and brings the lighter down to take hold of the cigarette and finally takes a puff.  “Yeah, I mean, of course. Who doesn’t?” Lance doesn’t. Never had a lick of the stuff. He’s seen it in movies, of course, but none of his family did it. Usually he avoided it if people were doing it outside. Never liked the smell of it. But he wanted to impress Fernando, like a kid trying to impress a teenage classmate. To seem older, more experienced. Worthy of the older man’s attention.

Fernando removes the cigarette from his lips, and holds the cigarette out for the boy to take. “Here. Take mine.” Lance’s eyes widen, and he gingerly takes the smoke from the man. He looks down to the smoke timidly, not exactly sure what to do here. “Go on, cordertio.” Fernando says, slowly pushing Lance’s hand up to his mouth. “Or are you scared?” Lance scoffs. “‘Course I’m not scared. I’m just… it’s been a while.”

He finally brings the cigarette between his lips and inhales - and immediately starts coughing. He doubles over and pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, while Fernando just chuckles, not unkindly, and lays a soft but firm hand onto his back. “‘A while,’ huh? Means never?” Lance can only force a nod in between his shameful coughing fit. He’s just embarrassing himself, why is he even trying? Of course Fernando’s laughing, he’s just a kid out of his depth.

Once Lance can gain his breath back, he feels the warmth of Fernando’s calloused hand leave his back. Of course he’d do that, he’s going to walk away. He’s going to leave him here. Instead, the hand find’s Lance’s chin, moving it up softly, and guiding him to stand up straight. Fernando brings his other hand down to Lance’s waist, pulling him closer. Somehow, the man has procured another cigarette alongside his lighter in the time that he removed his hand from Lance’s chin. He still holds onto the boy’s hips tenderly, but with enough strength as to insinuate that Lance is not going anywhere. Lance forgets the cigarette he choked on, and it falls to the ground. Fernando steps on it immediately, extinguishing the lingering embers inside.

“Here. Let Fernando help.” The man croons, and hands the cigarette to Lance, who takes it just as timidly as he did before. “You trust me?” Lance immediately responds, “Of course,” because it’s true. It’s the most honest thing he’s said since they pulled into the trailer park. And why shouldn’t he?

He slides the cigarette between his plump lips, Fernando watching like a hawk. The man takes the lighter and holds it to the end of the cigarette, setting the end ablaze for a short second. “Now breathe in very slowly, Lancito. Take it all in for me.” As he follows Fernando’s instructions, the smoke fills Lance’s lungs. The burn itches at his throat and lungs, but he's able to withhold from just coughing straight into Fernando’s face. That would just be embarrassing. When he exhales, the boy only exhales to the side, so as to not blow smoke directly into Fernando’s face. That would also be embarrassing. God, why couldn’t he just be able to calm down? Having Fernando’s full attention is enough as it is.

The boy’s face goes red; already embarrassed enough to be caught in a little lie just to show off to the man - but to Lance’s surprise, Fernando isn’t laughing. He’s got a look on his face - eyes soft, lips drawn in a slight smirk. It could almost be akin to pride, but Lance doesn’t think it’s that close. A street light flickers on as the sun almost dips below the horizon, and Lance has never felt more vulnerable. “Good boy.” Fernando whispers, barely enough to hear over the crickets of the night. Lance could not get any redder.

Fernando reaches to take the cigarette from the boy’s hands with a slile, bringing it up to his face. “My turn.” He says, taking a drag with practiced ease. This time, he brings his other hand to Lance’s neck, pulling him down close. Lance gasps, and Fernando takes the opportunity to blow the smoke into Lance’s mouth. The boy utters a little moan, the smoke just that more potent coming straight from Fernando rather than breathing in his second-hand smoke from next to him.

He can’t take the tension anymore, so he closes the gap to Fernando. Their lips dance, the smoke forgotten as they cling to one another like a lifeline.

Eventually, Lance pulls back and surprisingly takes the cigarette from Fernando. “Let me try,” he gasps, “I’ll do better this time, I promise.” Fernando laughs as Lance takes a drag, and immediately goes back to Fernando’s lips, the older man letting out a grunt of approval.

The smoke tastes and feels horrible to Lance, but that doesn’t matter. He knows he won’t be smoking on his own time. It’s Fernando’s attention that makes him want more. It’s Fernando that he’s becoming addicted to.

Fernando takes the cigarette, takes one last drag, and stomps it to the ground alongside the first one that was long forgotten. He grabs Lance’s wrist and quickly drags him into his home, Lance giggling the entire way until they fall into bed again once more.

[yourfingeronmytriggers]

The "Ghoulcy" Songs of Fallout (1/4)

AKA The Three Times Ghoulcy was Obvious in the Song Choice + The One Time it Wasn't. (To me at least)

I am surprised to find on every watch through a fun little tidbit of meaning I hadn’t caught before. It came to my attention that the song choices are always *very* deliberate. Which led me to another new Ghoulcy discovery.

However, as per my usual, this rant of mine got away from me and I’ve decided to divide it up by song. This is part 1 of 4 that I will be releasing sequentially over the next couple days.

Ready to go on this wild little ride with me? Well, saddle up, because here we go!

Now at first glance this first song doesn't scream “Ghoulcy” but every time I started to remove it from the selections it just didn’t sit right because it’s so irrevocably connected in setting the tone for the next two songs which most definitely have Ghoulcy written all over them (for better or for worse). So without further ado:

“A Man that’s Sad and Lonely”

“We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely

And all I gotta do is act naturally”

This was such a perfect song choice for Cooper Howard’s journey to becoming the Ghoul, I’m sure we all can recognize that.

But why place this song here? And what is the connection to Ghoulcy? In the flashback, Barb and Cooper are still together and he is still blissfully ignorant. 

Well, let’s remember what triggers the flashback: the Ghoul and Lucy are traveling through the wastes together when he sees the Vault Boy (representing him, the fool) and he blows its head clean off. 

In the following memory sequence, things appear benign enough in the moment. Except now looking back, he’s reminded to what extent he was played a fool by Barb. He knows she eventually betrays his trust in ways that would end with him heartbroken and divorced. 

Well, I hope you come to see me in the movie Then I know that you will plainly see The biggest fool that's ever hit the big time And all I gotta do is act naturally.

In this clip she literally cues her coworkers to lie to her husband over something that was, in the grand scheme of things, largely inconsequential. I don’t think she needed to lie about this and yet…she does. Those little things are often the ones that cut deepest. Sure, originally she thought her secrecy was protecting him (and Janey) for “the greater good” but I think this is a subtle yet telling example of how that devolved, ending their relationship and leading him to become “a man that’s sad and lonely”. 

Well all this is obvious enough and has been noted before. But I believe Lucy with her vault suit and vault ideals are definitely opening these old wounds. She’s the (unwitting) catalyst, prying him back open, causing him to remember and deal with his past. And right now she’s just salt in those wounds. 

Given Lucy’s interactions with the Ghoul are what pulled the trigger on this, in my eyes this marks the start of “Ghoulcy”. After all, what’s a song without its intro? 

It’s also important to note that in *all* of the songs I’m listing– without exception–the respective application is always referencing the ghoul’s perspective. This will be significant later on.

[hwere]

Sydney and the winds of change.

Expanding on some thoughts of mine that I mentioned here.

Syd and Tina:

Starting with them ‘cause their friendship fills my heart with so much love and warmth.

Tina’s initial stance of animosity towards Sydney derives from the fact that not only she’s used to being the only woman in the kitchen, but the same generational fear as Richie: of being replaced by someone new, younger. When Syd arrived at The Beef, the crew viewed her as one of Carmy’s peers. While the others (Ebra, Marcus, Sweeps, etc.) seemed curious about her, Tina braced herself for the worst; she treats Sydney harshly because she believes that Syd – young and a professional chef – will either replace her or look down on her.

Sydney, though, viewed all of them as equals (except for Carmy). That is why it is so beautiful to watch Syd disarm Tina by complimenting her food and encouraging her to do better in the kitchen, instead of joining the dick-measuring competition. Syd showed Tina that there’s no need for competition; there’s room for both and they can be friends who uplift and inspire each other.

Later, we see Tina outright saying this to Ebra when he came back to the restaurant after going AWOL due to his insecurity regarding the school; passing down the lesson.

Syd and Marcus:

Their friendship has a different vibe since they’re closer in age.

Marcus feels inspired and supported by both Syd and Carmy to chase his dreams, to put himself out there, to experiment, to learn and to fail/make mistakes. Which is only possible because Syd’s goal and mindset is to provide this type of environment in the kitchen (“I think this place could be so different from all the other places we’ve been at. But, in order for that to be true, we need to run things different”).

In turn, he inspires her to be more considerate (“There was just a hat in it?”) and calm/patient (that’s the way he carries himself in general, which makes his outburst after being rejected so much worse), showing to her since The Beef that she’s no longer alone in her garage running a business all by herself, she has people to rely on now and that is fine to accept/ask for help.

Syd and Richie:

I do feel at times that he’s a bit of a misunderstood character. Of course, there’s no excuse for his actions towards Syd – that’s not even up for debate. His apology to her, as he did to Natalie, is overdue.

Like Carmy, he’s dealing with a lot: the end of his marriage and being a co-parent; the suicide of his best friend (which could be seen as some sort of betrayal, made worse by the fact that Michael left the shop to Carmy, not him); his creeping fear on being left behind, on old age and aimless existing under capitalism and all its implications (“I'm about to have this kid. I don’t wanna be wrapping up sandwiches for the rest of my life”).

He can be a massive asshole when he wants, but he’s not a bad person at his core (his strongest features are his love and loyalty). Most important: he can change. Watching him stepping up to offer Sydney help, after Carmy got stuck in the walk-in, meant a lot to me, honestly. He still has a long, long way to go, but he’s finally trying and opening himself up to learn (which doesn’t mean the road there will be clear and linear, as we glimpsed in the trailer).

It was Carmy’s idea to send him to Ever, but his growth was only possible because of Sydney’s positive influence all around them.

Syd and Carmy:

Then, there’s everything between her and Carmy. How they mirror each other at times; their parallels; yin-yang and all that jazz (I’m not about to recapitulate the entire show). The man said so himself and I couldn’t summarize better, “I couldn’t do it without you. I wouldn’t even wanna do it without you. You make me better at this.”

He wasn’t lying, though.

If Sydney never came back, of the two, one: either he wouldn’t even try to open The Bear – just use the money to improve The Beef (after all, his dream was to open a restaurant with his brother); or he would try, but for obvious reasons it wouldn’t be the same thing – with Syd around he didn’t think twice before slipping back to his old mentality and persona, imagine if she wasn’t around at all?

Carmy has spent far too many years working out of spite, chasing the approval of his brother, centering cooking as his life (something something porcupine dilemma something something the Berzatto curse). Sydney reminded him that there’s more to cooking than this (“I’d look at them like they were competition, like I’m gonna smoke this motherfucker / […] the deeper into this I went and the better I got. And the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got” vs “You love taking care of people / It is a partnership agreement, so that you can push me and I can push you”).

He gave her a second chance with The Bear and has been pushing her to be a better chef since before they met (“it was Carmy’s”) and also be more patient (both directly “Chef, it’s not ready yet” and indirectly [as in dealing with him and his bullshit]). But like Richie, he still has a lot of work to do with himself (as someone with similar mental issues: you have to put in the work to become better and you have to find healthy ways to cope with yourself and the world around you; mental illness explains some things, but doesn’t excuse them).

For their partnership to become perfect, they need balance.

And lots of love.

Sydney Adamu:

As to what makes Sydney so beautiful as a character: she’s so human and alive on our screens. She’s awkward, bit of an asshole/messy, creative and funny; eager and talented, but still harbors insecurities; isn’t afraid to speak her mind or stand her ground when necessary; although she doesn’t shy away from arguing/bickering, she’s not a conflict-driven person; her initial reaction is always to shut in, but if you know how to approach her, she’ll open up to you (as we saw so many times with Carmy); and she, overall, has such a beautiful heart (“Why can’t we put everything that we have into everything that we can?”).

As the seasons progress, we watch all those characters (both main and secondary) evolve and unravel right in front of our eyes. To me, that’s the beauty of The Bear and Sydney is right in the center of it.

[meganlpie]

Sunshine

Based on this request: Hey Meg!! Can I ask for a George X Reader. She’s a Ravenclaw He has a crush on her so starts like hanging out around her trying to be friend and she’s kinda like “what are you doing?” Like the kinda sunshine and grumpy trope but he’s the sunshine and she’s the grumpy. haha hope that makes sense!

Here you go, lovely! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine. They, unfortunately, belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: A bit of fluff.

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!reader

To say you were confused would be an understatement. You had absolutely no clue as to why George Weasley decided to start hanging around you. It happened so suddenly, it almost made your head spin. The first time George sat across from you at breakfast, you glanced up at him with an arched brow and asked, "What are you doing?" He'd merely shrugged and gave you that cheeky grin of his. That was the beginning of your very odd friendship with one George Weasley.

       "George, you're never going to finish this essay if you don't focus," you stated, trying to ignore George playing with the sleeve of your robe while you wrote furiously with your other hand. “And you’re working too hard, Y/N. It’s a lovely day, we’re here by the Lake when we could be in Hogsmeade and yet here you are, writing essays again. A true Ravenclaw, through and through!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Fred, perhaps?” George dramatically flopped down to lay his head on your lap, forcing you to stop writing. “Not until four. You, my dear friend, are my only source of comfort and entertainment until then.” You let out a little noise of frustration. “Why me?” you muttered.

“Just lucky, I suppose. Come on, Y/N. Have some fun, yeah?” You sighed heavily, knowing he’d never relent. “Fine.” George beamed and was suddenly up on his feet. He gave no warning as he grabbed your free hand and pulled you up. He didn’t let go of your hand and he pulled you behind him, intent on dragging you to Hogsmeade for a trip to Zonko’s you assumed. 

To your surprise, when you arrived in Hogsmeade, George took your scroll and quill from you and placed them neatly in your bag before grabbing your hand again. Instead of Zonko’s, George led you to the Three Broomsticks and to a cozy table in the corner. 

“George, not that I don’t appreciate the slightly less chaotic atmosphere here, but why?” you asked. George’s smile never dropped as he gave another one of those little shrugs. “Just fancied a Butterbeer with my favorite Ravenclaw…Don’t tell Lovegood I said that.” You couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh quietly. Luna was certainly hard for anyone to dislike. “Alright, fine. Keep your secrets.” 

You looked at George to find him already looking at you. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was smitten with you. “What are you staring at?” George blinked and shook his head. You swore you saw him blushing. “Nothing. Back in a jiffy.” You rolled your eyes before turning your gaze to the fireplace. A hint of smile made its way to your lips as you thought over your friendship with the Weasley boy. A smile you desperately tried to make vanish before he got back. If he knew how much you actually enjoyed his company, he’d never leave you be. 

As you drank your Butterbeer, you could feel George’s eyes on you. You drank your beverage and thought about the essay you needed to finish. All the while, George’s gaze never left you. Eventually, you began getting irritated. “Weasley, if you don’t stop staring and tell me what is going on in that head of yours, I’m going to dump the rest of this Butterbeer in your lap,” you stated.

George blinked in surprise for a minute as if he hadn’t realized he was staring. You looked at him and saw a blush still painting his cheeks. Your brows scrunched together. “George?” He didn’t say anything, just placed a hand on yours. He moved a little closer to you. “George?” you asked again.  

George jumped a little, looking as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He pulled away, removed his hand, and focused on his Butterbeer. You drank in silence. You were so confused by George’s behavior. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet and shy. Or maybe you were overthinking. You tended to do that sometimes. 

“Hey, Georgie!” Fred’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You and George looked up and Fred glanced at you. “Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt your date.” Your eyes widened and George’s face grew even more red. Fred smirked at his brother before taking his leave. “George? Is this a date?” George looked at you. “Do you think it’s a date?”

“I thought I was spending time with my, if you tell anyone I called you this I’ll deny it, friend.” George grinned and you rolled your eyes. “George…”

“I like you. Got a bit of a crush, actually. I didn’t think you’d actually go for me so I didn’t ask you out. Most girls go for Fred first.” You stared at him. You didn’t know what to say. When every reason why George insisted on hanging out with you went through your mind, this was not even a thought. George fancied you?!

George was still staring at you when you came back to reality. You cleared your throat and finally said, “I suppose I don’t find your company entirely intolerable.” George froze for a second then burst out laughing.

“I knew you liked me, you little ray of sunshine.” You tried to fight back a smile to no avail. “Yes well, you liked me first. And I do expect a real date some other time.” George reached out a hand, letting you make the decision to take it or not. After a second, you grasped his hand in yours, resting them both on the table while you finished your drinks.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[jaevy]

your room was square

i once noticed from there

in your bed, as you slept

and i held my breath

everything had its own place

and i wondered what space would i take

in the order you kept

[rosicheeks]

Unfortunately relatable. I grew up in the church and have a lot of Christian trauma from that. I show up for special occasions for my parents… sometimes. But it’s uncomfortable from the moment I step through the door. Bigoted pastor, the self-righteousness disguising the prejudice, the political comments from the altar. Shots at young people left right and center as if the hell on earth wasn’t caused by the same older generation 90% of the congregation belongs to..

I miss being young in the choir and the youth groups and not struggling with it. It’s wild to look back at the younger version of me who was unshakeable in his faith and honestly just saddening.

I was texting my sister today about it and she said

“I 100% think ALL of us have a ton of religious trauma and everyone else in the family just doesn’t realize it cause they’re still drinking the kool-aid.”

I ran out of tag room and didn’t want to delete any 😭 seriously not lying I could write a book about all my thoughts and experiences

[riotshotguns]

shitty employers teaching me to be sneaky as usual

[lesbiancressidacowper]

came back from the library sitting in my car and i can see through the window my stupid roommate’s stupid boyfriend sitting in the kitchen. that man needs to be killed. literally get out of my houseeee!!!

[niennanir]

Listen to your elders

So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.

So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.

But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?

In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.

Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download

Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 

No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.

Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife

You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.

Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:

use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.

Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.

Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.

You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.

Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour

In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock

Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)

Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.

Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine

Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.

Voila:

I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.

The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.

If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

[irndad]

won't you be my sunshine-a.h.

a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!

Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man. 

This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. It’s cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.

The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.

Which isn’t to say that he has one. 

There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. It’s something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk. 

It’s fun. He doesn’t have a lot of space for fun. He’d collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. He’d crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadn’t even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as she’s hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. It’s not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.

That’s how it started, anyway. She doesn’t run, so each break is punctuated by her company. He’s actually not sure if they’re flirting. He’s not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership. 

Now, he’s a bit older and a lot more scarred. She’s younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful woman’s company beside you. 

He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought he’d do again, really. That’s not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself. 

“So, how was the paperwork? I know you’ve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. It’s so kind of you to do it.” She asks him on a beautiful August morning. 

He fights off a blush that she remembers what he’s done for JJ. He’s not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. It’s hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him that’s hard to love, she’d still paint him with such a light and warm glance. She’s bright enough, he’s tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks. 

“It was…alright. My team is excellent. I’m lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She giggles a little at this, and there’s that roar of affection. 

He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. She’s beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone. 

He likes to watch her- it’s a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. It’s a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but don’t seem to be in her line of sight at all. It’s an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation. 

He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But there’s something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if it’s possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, he’s a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically. 

It feels odd to even think of this happening. She’s just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what it’s like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. It’s embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this. 

“I like your new shirt, by the way.” She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- she’s wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting. 

“I like the lip color,” he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesn’t stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. He’s hyper aware of the fact that she’s right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride. 

“Thank you,” she says, voice softer and flattered, and isn’t that a pretty sound? He’d love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like she’s as beautiful as she is, “I thought you might like it.”

It’s her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. That’s just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth. 

He’s a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips. 

“Would you want to get dinner with me?” He hears himself say it before he’s processed it, and then it’s out into the world. His heart is hammering and he’s blaming on the run, when god, it’s absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic. 

It’s then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?) 

[peaktora]

𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

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