#it's where I try a bunch of new soups I never had before

[mokeonn]

Since my mental health has been getting so much better lately, I'm honestly super excited for 2024. I'm not gonna prematurely say "2024 is my year" but I'm definitely excited to see where I'm going from here, since it definitely seems like there's nowhere to go but up.

[hai7ani]

familiar / haitani rindou

Haitani Rindou turns 32, gets married, and he silently wonders why people are so nice to him now.

the old retired ladies promoting milk powders and selling fresh fruits in the grocery store rushes up to him at any chance they get. one time when browsing for milk formulas one of them had tapped him on the shoulder, pointed at a brand she was not promoting for but thought was amazing when her own grandchild had tried it, and then placed a bunch of other stuff in his cart that she thinks his wife would need. an example would be containers of freshly cut mixed fruits that her colleague had just prepared. you remember him telling you that her tone was a lot more different than the average grocery store promoter trying to sell you a product ー it was almost as if she was talking to her own son.

when shopping for flowers just like he does every Sunday suddenly the part-timer who is usually silent, does her job and only responds to customers' needs had stepped up to him and pointed out a few selections that she believes are lovely for expecting parents. she was even smiling when doing so. and you remember he came home to you that day with two bouquets of fresh flowers ー chrysanthemum and baby's breath ー one in each hand.

today when taking you out for dinner in the local family-owned restaurant the daughter had served you a warm bowl of beef bone soup. neither of you had ordered it for yourselves, and you were about to tell her that, but her mother speaks before you can. "drink it, love. the soup is good for you." she yells a little from where she sits at the cashier with a grin. when Rindou stands to pay after finishing up her husband then refuses to take your bill for the night. "it's okay, son. dinner's on the house this time." he pats his shoulder and pushes you both out the door. "take care, you two. the next time you come i'll cook tofu for you, alright?" it was directed to you and you'd laughed, a little embarrassed but feeling warm and fuzzy nonetheless.

and now you are listening to your own husband ramble on and on about his new mysteries while he massages your feet on the couch.

"i seriously don't get it. i've been going to these places for years now and they were never this nice to us. i mean, they are nice, but never this nice, you know? it's the first time we've ever gotten a free meal from Kobayashi's."

we. us.

you brush his hair back, admiring the light wrinkles that have started to form on his skin. "that's exactly it, don't you think?" you bring it up and he hums in confusion.

"perhaps the reason why they've been so nice lately is exactly because you've been going to these places for years now. they know you."

"huh?"

"if you think about it, they've watched you go from an ordinary man to a husband, then a father. watched you bring a girl they've never seen before to these places more often and suddenly we go together all the time, you have a ring on your finger and i am pregnant. perhaps it is why. a sense of familiarity, maybe?"

Rindou looks at you as if you are love and warmth and everything pink and red and blue and purple and-

you are right, actually. you'd went from a girl he met at a bar to becoming the love of his life, the woman who is now carrying the love you both share. and the ladies at the grocery store, the Kobayashi's, the part timer who's been around even after graduating university years ago? they've all watched him grow.

when Rindou was 17 and had gotten ambushed by a rival gang alone, it was madam Kobayashi who'd ushered him into their store way past the last call and offered to cook him a nice meal, had her medical student son patch him up, her husband to chase away the remaining guys who were waiting for Rindou to come back out. her daughter had been about Rindou's age then, hiding behind the cashier and watching as he ate in silence with a cut to his lip, another on his eyebrow. (to this day still no one except for you, her, and him, knows that the reason he'd gotten ambushed that day was because he'd stood up for miss Kobayashi when she was getting bullied by one of the delinquents. she still thanks him for what he'd done whenever you both finish up your meal and get ready to leave.) Rindou was 17 when he'd first discovered what it was like to care for people; to be a human before anything else.

the two ladies from the grocery store wasn't yet retired and working this job back then. the promoter lady used to be the janitor who was working in the office building of his first job. she'd watched him gone through periods of unknowing, confusion, stress, to become a solid man of status today. the lady who is selling fruits used to work as a professional tutor and had been the one to tutor Rindou and his brother on Mathematics. although she is mute and can't respond in words when her students have confusing questions to ask, the brothers still thought of her as a good teacher because of the way she taught, which is why they'd stuck around and refused to switch teachers despite their parents' disapproval. because she is mute, she can only count on her colleague to dump containers of freshly cut fruits into his cart while motioning for her to tell him things that she actually wants to say to him whenever he visits the store.

the part timer at the florist is a lot younger than he is, but she have been working there for a very long time. watched him when he was still an inexperienced bachelor pacing around the store wondering which flower would be good on a first date to buying the same flowers every Sunday because you'd liked the lilies that she recommended.

it'd be heartwarming for anyone to see the boy you watch grow around love, into love, finding love, to marrying her and becoming a father.

"...yeah. maybe."

[spicyspiders]

heey! so what about a fic where m!reader and leon are known each other (thanks to their jobs), but never really interacted but they always felt really attracted about each other. and one day they randomly meet again because they had the same mission, and they just finally do the deed?🤔 (and just a some extra lol -big age gap between them- and i hope ada is jealous haha) i hope i explained well, english is not my first language😭😭

I changed some stuff about your request as I wrote it, I hope you don’t mind. There isn’t really an age gap in this fic as I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but I was thinking of Leon from the fourth game as I wrote this, and he’s 27. Warning for smut of course, as well as a light description of an injury the reader gets.

“Leon?”

In your doorway, Leon turns around to face you, a grocery bag in one hand. Out of uniform, he doesn’t look all that different in his dark shirt and pants. It’s topped off with an expensive-looking leather jacket on his broad shoulders.

“Brought you something,” he says, holding up the bag with a smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you respond quickly before you ask him a dumb question, like how he’s able to afford that jacket on the salary you both make. You step to the side and press your back to the wall to make sure he can fit through the doorway, “come in.”

You end up asking one anyway once he’s through the door and you’ve shut it, “can I take your jacket?”

Leon laughs softly as he places the bag on your couch, “I’ve got it. You should be resting anyway,” he responds as he pulls his coat off. You watch with careful eyes as his skin becomes more exposed. His arm brushes yours when he steps past you to place it on your coat rack. It was one of your first big-boy purchases with your new paycheck, so you were happy to see it be put to use.

“Someone had to answer the door,” you say, trying to cross your arms to look cool and sexy for your cool and sexy guest, but you flinch when the action pulls at your bruised side.

“I would’ve gotten in eventually,” he says with a smirk.

“Yes because you just had to bring me,” you try glancing down into the bag, seeing something cylindrical, “soup?”

One of the first things you learned about Leon was how quick he was on his feet, so when you try to open the bag to see what else is in it, he quickly snatches it away. “Take off your shirt.”

“What?” You ask, your heartbeat quickening in your chest.

“Let me check your injuries,” Leon responds, pulling out a roll of bandages and a container of ointment. His face leaves no room for protest, especially when he puts on the stern face he makes all the time at work.

You roll your eyes, but slowly begin pulling your shirt off. On the day you came home with your injuries, you were nearly sweating by the time you got out of your uniform from the pain of being thrown to the concrete while chasing down a criminal, and a day later, taking off and putting on your clothes was now a strenuous activity.

“Easy,” Leon says softly, “let me help you.” One of his hands goes up the back of your shirt, while the other meets the bunched-up fabric at the back of your neck after he pushes it up.

“Thanks,” you whisper when your shirt is over your head and down your arms. Your fingers brush his when you take the shirt and toss it over onto your loveseat.

“Sit,” Leon pats down to the spot beside him after he sits down.

You sit down slowly, but not close enough for Leon’s liking, which he fixes with a warm hand on your uninjured left side. “Come here,” he says softly into your ear before he pulls you closer until your thigh is nearly touching his.

“You didn’t have to come to check on me,” you say as Leon gets to work.

“You’re our rookie, of course I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

You turn your head so Leon can’t see how hard you roll your eyes, “I don’t need a reminder,” you say bitterly.

“We were all like you once,” Leon says as he grabs the ointment and takes the cap off, “have you washed this?”

“Three times now: once when I got back to the station, once at home last night, and once this morning.”

“Good boy,” Leon responds, the words filling your stomach with warmth, “it’ll heal nicely if you keep it clean.” You gasp when the cold gel touches your side, and when you look back over, you can only see the top of Leon’s head, but are easily able to hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks, “cold?”

“A little,” you respond through gritted teeth when your side starts to sting.

“I know, baby,” Leon murmurs as his other hand goes to your cheek to wipe away the tear you hadn't realized fell, “I’m almost done.”

The pet name has your cock chubbing up in your pants. You bring your legs tight together to hide, but the friction only makes it worse.

“Shh,” Leon mistakenly coos, thinking the noise you make at the feeling is one of pain and not of pleasure. His fingers move from your side to start getting the bandage on your side. By the time he’s done, your side feels wet and warm. It’s nearly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable when you feel a glob of precum leak from the head of your cock. Of course it’s on one of the days you decide to go commando.

“You must be tired, let’s lay down,” Leon says, already grabbing one of the pillows beside him to get you comfortable. You hear the crinkle of the bag too, but you assume it’s from him putting the ointment and bandages away. Really, you’re just too worried about lying down while not letting Leon see the bulge in your pants.

He knows though. Of course, he fucking knows. He knows everything, it feels like. Leon settles tightly behind your body once you’ve laid down. The space is tight, leaving no room between your bodies, letting you feel exactly just how hard he is in his pants.

You aren’t sure if you should grind your ass back into Leon’s cock or reach between your legs for your own. Leon makes the decision for you, or rather he pleads for you to let him, “let me take care of you,” he says into the back of your neck.

It takes a few moments to get your pants down and Leon’s open enough to get your cocks free. Leon’s cock is much more wet than you expect when he pushes it in between your thighs, and his fingers are just as wet when they wrap around your cock.

“Is that something else you bought?”

Leon chuckles, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, wanted this,” he says as he strokes your cock just as he also thrusts his cock between your legs.

You had an idea of how much he did. You didn’t know how long it was for Leon, but for you, it wasn’t long after you joined Racoon City’s police department that you started wanting him. At first, it had started with lustful looks that became full of longing. It wasn't like you could see your face, but from how Ada and Claire would try to hide their laughter, you guessed it was pretty intense to cause such a reaction.

Leon caught you a few times, but you would always look away quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. It was only a few weeks ago that when you mustered up the courage to look back at Leon, he would still be looking at you.

“That was such a good morning meeting, wasn’t it, Ada?” Claire asked when you all were in the breakroom.

”It was!” She answered before turning her sights to Leon who stood near the microwave, “what was your favorite part, Leon?” She asked.

Chris answered for Leon instead, “I think his favorite part was who was in the meeting, not what was said.

The three erupt into a fit of laughter as you glare at them from where they sit at the table. It was then that you decided going out for lunch would be a better idea than to eat what you packed the night before. You almost wanted to ask Leon that day if he wanted to join you, but didn’t want to give the others the satisfaction of knowing that they’re right.

“I’ve wanted you,” your voice breaks off into a moan, “practically since I started.” You try to move in Leon’s grip to get more of the pleasure he’s giving you, but Leon throws an arm around you to stop the movements you make.

“I’ve got you,” Leon says, “let me take care of you,” he says once more.

“I can,” your voice falls to a groan, “take care of myself,” you say after trying again, but Leon is just too strong. Him and his stupidly muscular body. You could admit that you were still learning when it came to your job, but you didn’t want Leon to use that against you in the bedroom too.

“I know you can,” Leon says before he maneuvers you onto your back while he holds himself above you on his forearms. “Can you blame me for wanting to?” He asks before swooping down to press his lips to yours, any thought that you have of responding leaves your brain when Leon’s tongue enters your mouth.

“It drives me crazy. I can’t even watch you do your job without wanting to kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” Leon says after pulling away, “please just let me-”

Not that you didn’t want to hear Leon beg, you decide to take mercy on him by pulling him into another kiss with a hand at the back of his neck.

“Please,” you whisper against his mouth when the kiss ends. You bring your hips up to press your hard cock to his, the both of you moaning at the feel.

Leon nods before he brings on his hands between your bodies to wrap his fingers around your cocks. They’re wet and warm around your cock, and you can already tell that it won’t take you long to cum, that and also the sight and sound of Leon above you.

Though you spent much more time than you wanted to admit imagining the sounds Leon would make, hearing them in person just didn’t compare to your imagination. “Such a good boy,” Leon moans, a sound that goes straight to your cock, “letting me take care of you,” he says as the pace of his strokes speeds up.

“Thank you,” you moan, “it feels so good,” you say as your head falls to the pillow beneath it and you feel your orgasm build.

“Are you close?” He asks.

You’re almost too distracted as your eyes track a bead of sweat that runs down the side of Leon’s forehead, but when you open your mouth to respond, your orgasm takes you by surprise. The feeling of it runs through your veins as hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock onto your stomach, you just hoped it didn’t land on your bandages.

Above you, Leon groans as he goes even faster. Just moments after yours, Leon joins you in orgasmic bliss. The sight and sound of Leon’s orgasm only lasts a few minutes, but you can tell it’s something you won’t forget for a long time.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask as Leon lays himself down onto your chest, careful to not try and jostle your injury.

“Hm?” Leon rumbles, too out of it to answer the question, “did you ask if you wanted to go lay in your bed for the rest of the day together?”

-

It takes a few days for you to feel well enough to go back to work, and on your drive to the station, you can’t help but wonder if it would have taken even longer if Leon hadn’t come to see you.

Still too early to be fully competent, Ada greets you as you’re placing your lunch in the fridge. You had to quickly wipe the smile from your face as you remembered the night before in your kitchen with Leon packing your lunch while stealing kisses from each other as you went along. Before he left your place, you practically had to push him out the door for him to leave, while you had to keep yourself locked in place to keep from following.

“I am a little jealous, you know,” she says, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Jealous?” You ask, unsure if you heard her correctly from being too tired.

“You’re way too cute for old man Leon.”

Your brows furrow as you close the door to the fridge, “aren’t you older than Leon?”

[lovvecherrymotion]

ooohhhh for that ask game: jance + au where they work on a cruise ship, nace plays in one of the entertainment bands and jan is a chef in the kitchen :3 (or other jobs if youd like idk how this game works but i think this would be fun)

OHHHH this was so fun to think about (i've never been on a cruise ship and have no idea how they work but)

also this got out of my control, i'm sorry 😭

let's reverse the roles a little bit, shall we? jan is the new guy - he's worked in several restaurants but he's not quite sure what he wants to do in life and his dad knows a guy and that's how he ends up in a cruise ship cooking boring food for a bunch of retirees (he has nothing against them, personally, but after the first two weeks he's pretty sure this is not what he wants to do)

anyway, he mostly keeps to himself. he's met some of the staff and he really hit it off with jure, who's in charge of repair work, and has led a pretty interesting life (worked at his parents farm for a couple of years, then as a camera man, then as a mildly successful drummer for a slovenian band called apokalipsa...) he's nice, doesn't ask too many questions and jan feels pretty comfortable spending his free time with him, while listening to jure talk about whatever it is that's going on in his life

(he hears about bojan and nace, who work on the cruise ship as well, as part of the band, and his friend martin, who was also a part of apokalipsa with them, and is now working in IT, and kris, bojan's on and off boyfriend and also best friend - it's too complicated for jan to keep up, honestly)

eventually jure decides this isn't enough though and starts dragging him around - he starts befriending more staff members and eventually he meets the famous bojan and nace. bojan is warm and friendly and accepts jan with open arms but it's nace who catches jan's eye (and despite a bit of an awkward first meeting because jan very much Does Not Know how to act around someone he finds attractive, they quickly become very very close)

and as they get closer, jan finds himself with a crush. a crush on nace, with his tattoos and stupidly handsome face and his loud laugh that makes jan feel butterflies in his stomach. nace who's always so kind and listens to jan ramble for hours after a particularly stressful day and somehow always knows what to say. nace who has somehow carved a place in his life without even trying and says his chicken soup is the best one he's ever had and-

jan realizes he's in love with nace the night before he's supposed to make a decision about his future. he's been giving the chance to stick around because they like him there and he's competent and his dad's friend is happy to offer him a new contract. jan had been pretty sure he didn't want to stick around any longer than he needed but, when the realization hits him, he's not sure what to do. he doesn't love the work he does, but he can no longer imagine his days without nace around - he doesn't want to imagine his days without nace around

(he signs a new contract the following afternoon and when they all get together at the end of the night, and he's safely tucked in under nace's arm, a blinding smile on nace's lips, as they all celebrate jan staying with them, he knows he's made the right decision)

Leave an AU and a pairing in my ask and I’ll give you the plot of the fic I won’t write for it

[devildom-dedicated-daydreams]

An Unlikely Backer (Mammon x Reader) Chapter 4

Previous Chapter: Today I'm a Cute French Maid

Full arc title: The Unfavored Daughter Chooses an Unlikely Backer (link to arc masterlist here)

Chapter title: The Best Things in Life are Free, the Second Best Things…

Word count: 1.6K

Pairing: Mammon x FMC, Mammon x F!Reader

MAMMON

The duchy was falling apart. The mines had been stripped of every piece of gold and diamond they could offer and Mammon was now feeding his people from his own pocket. Sure the royal family would give a hefty award for winning the war but he had hundreds of people living in the dukedom, he had a lot of mouths to feed and he needed a separate award for the men who accompanied him to battle. The royal sum won’t last them long.

“You keep sighing.” It was his former nanny and current head maid, Everleigh. She brought him a pot of tea. He really didn’t like tea, but it wasn’t like they could afford wine or hot chocolate anymore. He technically could, but then what would the people eat?

“Leigh, what should I do? I suck at writing letters.” He had crumpled at least a dozen pieces of paper trying to find a way to ask for a loan from Viscount Leopold. 

“Take a break, Your Grace, you haven’t rested since you arrived yesterday.”

Unable to resist temptation, he snuck out for a drink at Ammencera Promenade without his men to clear his head. But of course, they caught him.

With another sigh, he gave up. “I think I will take a break.”

Leigh grinned before bowing and living his study.

He finished every drop of the warm tea before retiring to his bedroom.

The next morning he woke up earlier than the break of dawn, slipped into plain-looking trousers and the dirty white shirt he wore when he sparred with the knights, and escaped back to Ammencera Promenade. Everleigh didn’t like him going there, not because it was the so-called “land of the peasants,” but because she didn’t want him getting caught and ostracized even more by the other nobles.

He didn’t care what the other nobles thought about him though.

He passed by several decrepit buildings and a bunch of construction workers and glassware makers laughing.

“They look awfully cheery for men who are awake this early in the morning,” Mammon said as he met with Richard, the elderly toymaker he met with last night before getting his drink. 

“I hear business is booming.”

“Huh.” Mammon shrugged. “Ya got what I asked?”

Richard chuckled. “Ten dolls and ten soldiers, just like you commissioned.”

Mammon beamed and gave him his payment before taking the sack of toys from his old friend. “Thanks, Richard. I may need to come back again so do your best to stay alive.”

“Ha! Never gets old.”

Mammon hurried to the orphanage, where Winnet stood holding her own sack. “Finally! I thought I was going to freeze to death.”

“Why didn’t you wait inside?”

“I was worried you’d get lost with all this fresh snow.”

“I’m not that stupid.”

“I really doubt it.”

“Where are the wonder twins?”

“At home, exhausted.” Minette grinned. “They had a rush order and they found their new ‘muse.’”

“Really?” That was a first. 

“Well, come on, the kids are waiting.”

***

YOU

You were in the library when Lyrra informed you that your purchases have been delivered to the estate. 

“Send them to my room.” Without looking away from your book, you tossed her a coin, which she shakingly caught with both hands. 

“Yes, milady!”

“And be sure to call me when lunch is prepared.”

“Of course.”

The system watched the maid skip away with glee before dinging. [Won’t the family be mad about the giant hole you left in their pocket?]

You chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”

Lo and behold, your father was fuming when he caught you walking into the dining hall for lunch.

You ignored his and your stepmother’s glares as you made your way to your seat. No one spoke a word while the servants brought the meal. No one moved even when the last plate was set down.

Shrugging to yourself, you picked up your spoon to try the soup–the head of the house coughed loudly, an act that even a young child of any nobleman would deem inappropriate and rude.

You didn’t flinch, of course, in fact, you haven’t acknowledged his presence since you entered. The man has ignored this body 90 percent of the time. 

Smiling tenderly, you proceeded to eat first.

That set him off. “You dare eat!”

You set down the spoon and dabbed your chin with your napkin before making eye contact. He was a sour-looking man, with graying hair and a nasty set of distracting yellowing teeth. 

You offered a small but loose. "It is lunch time, is it not? You all seemed unwilling to eat so I went ahead and took the first bite to show you that the food isn't poisoned."

Your father turned pink so his loving wife stepped in, grinning forcefully at you. "I hear you went out shopping."

Your sisters lit up at the mention of the merchandise delivered at the door. 

"I saw everything. I didn't even recognize any of the branding," commented Deneve. 

“So many things and yet so little taste,” added Alma. “That reminds me you’re wearing an interesting ensemble today, sister.”

“Yes, the redness of your lips is so lovely. You look worthy enough to be married to Marquess Whitlock.”

Marquess Whitlock was an old man notorious for sleeping around with the so-called ladies of the night.

The two girls burst into a fit of muffled giggling, content with their wittiness.

“Now, girls, be nice to your sister. It’s your job to guide her during times like this.” Your stepmother was definitely smirking behind that veneer of pity and sympathy she showed you.

You merely hummed. “I don’t blame you for not noticing the brand names, after all, the Queen was the one who suggested them. She also complimented the glow of my face when I visited her the other day.”

The girls froze and a silence befell the room. To insult the Queen’s taste, the opinion of anybody from the royal family, was a major faux pas akin to social suicide. There was an old legend about a king from long ago who went to war and came home with a woman with origins unknown. Not much was known about her aside from her love of flowers. During a tea party, one of the guests innocently inquired why she wore a floral dress, as the pattern was commonly associated with little girls. The king cut the person’s tongue and florals bombarded the market for years.

Even if the majority found it over-the-top, no one would ever talk badly about how you previously donned the violet of the royal family or how your former fiance insisted on wearing flashy suits. (Not where it could be heard, anyway.)

“Nonetheless, even you have spent way more than necessary,” your father said. 

Before you could open your mouth, your stepbrother, Bardrich, defended you, “Father, Alma and Deneve have spent more on fur coats and hats this season, I’m sure a few more won’t be too bad.”

You narrowed your eyes but quickly smiled at him. 

Bardrich wasn’t horrible to look at. In fact, he was one of the female lead’s many admirers who made several appearances in the webcomic. They first met with her in a tree and she yelled at him for saying it was unladylike. He ate up the “not like other girls” act like grapes. 

However, your body had no memories of this man outside of being just one of the members of your distant family, so it was a big shock for him to defend you like this.

“I beg your pardon, my lord, my ladyship.” The butler arrived holding a silver tray with a single letter.

You knew exactly what it was–

“It’s a royal invitation to the celebratory ball.”

The mood in the dining hall lightened instantly as everyone discussed what to wear and who to expect.

You quietly finished your lunch before excusing yourself to your room, leaving the family to their own. 

[My Host, your ability to lie while smiling sweetly continues to impress me. Now please explain just what you’re going to do when everyone arrives at the ball and sees that Queen is wearing the same unflattering makeup!]

“No need to yell.” You picked up the boxes that didn’t have the Winfred’s logo. You unwrapped a wooden box freshly varnished and beautifully inlaid with rose flowers. You then went to find the other boxes that didn’t contain clothes or accessories. After finding the different glass vials, you opened the Witches’ Cauldron Chem Set and made a facial cleanser kit, then you made a hypoallergenic powder, a blush, and a lipstick, each one contained in ornate, professionally carved glass and metal containers. You had to thank Winnet for introducing you to such talented craftsmen.

You then wrote her a letter which included the usual greetings and polite chitchat in addition to your instructions: “Please avoid using your usual makeup during these three weeks as they will interfere with the treatment. If you must paint your face, please use the ones I have included in the box.”

When everybody was asleep, you rang for Lyrra. You handed her a delicately wrapped box and the sealed letter. 

You slipped her a pouch of gold coins. “This must be sent ASAP, and no one else but you and the delivery man is to know about it, understand?”

She nodded, arms heavy with your gifts to Her Majesty and her salary.

“Oh, and before you go.” You threw her something. “Consider this a reward for your good job.”

Lyrra drooled at the diamond bracelet between her fingertips. “I’ll continue to serve you faithfully!”

“I’m sure you will.”

[wishitweresummer]

Sap’s Cuffs (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word Count: 2272

This one takes place in the DSMP Minecraft world where the three are engaged and very very happy together. (Hmph!)

Warning: Very intense tickling and use of restraints. Feet tickles.

     “So, I wanted to propose an idea for tonight.", Sapnap grinned as innocently as he could at his fiancés. They were all sat down for a dinner of mushroom soup and carrots. The other two stayed quiet and gave him room to talk. He only squirmed nervously in his seat.

"Yeah Sap?", Karl encouraged softly and then gave a little side eye to Quackity.

"What's got you so nervous?".

Sapnap took a breath and explained how he was hoping tonight he could handcuff the two together and then tickle them. Karl flushed and Quackity shook his head quickly, both men with wide eyes at the idea.

"You have been such a menace with the tickles lately! We didn't even fight back last time!", Quackity argued lightly. There was no heat in his words, though. Karl couldn’t help but giggle. An excited nervous energy crept into all of them like it always did when a new idea for something like this was suggested. This one being so tickle-focused added an extra shiver down everybody’s spines. Sapnap laughed.

"Well, it's just we got those handcuffs and we haven't really been putting them to use! I've been thinking about this a lot.".

Quackity and Karl whispered back and forth while Sapnap waited, sipping his soup slowly. They really had fun with it. Gasping dramatically and shaking their heads wildly while looking Sapnap up and down. He squirmed under their gazes.

"Guys!", he huffed, finally. They laughed.

So, they made a plan. Sapnap absolutely had to go first. Tonight would be dedicated to Quackity and Karl's ticklish revenge.

~•~

     As they got Sapnap in just his basketball shorts with his hands cuffed behind him on his knees on the bed, they told him about all the times just this month he had tickled them with no mercy. Somehow, it was the worst teasing he had ever experienced. He had been so hard on them recently...he was screwed.

"The other week when we were all getting cozy on the couch and kissing and you derailed everything by tickling me, and then you guys tortured me forever! You got my wings and my back, too!". Quackity shook his head while he brushed the sock fuzz off of Sapnap's bare feet. Sapnap shivered.

"The other day when we were cuddling waiting for Quackity to come home and you decided to instead pass the time by counting my ribs against my will! Poor ducky came home to screaming!", Karl said as he tested the tightness of Sapnap's cuffs. He wanted him contained, but comfortable. They went on and on going through each and every instance of Sapnap tickling them, right up until last night where he had promised them massages and instead tortured both of their worst spots. Sapnap had never felt butterflies like this before.

     Quackity adjusted their bedroom lights to his preferred slightly-darker setting while Karl guided Sapnap onto his back with his cuffed hands in the softest pillow they had. He nervously chewed his lip while he stared at the ceiling. He was trying his best to not think about what it was going to be like to have the tickles start while he laid defenseless…and he was failing. Karl caught his gaze and kissed his warm cheek.

"Remember your safeword?", he whispered. Sapnap giggled and rolled his eyes.

"Blaze.". Karl nodded and kissed Sapnap’s lips, both of them melting into the feeling for a moment. They both smiled at the slow and gentle affection. Sapnap squirmed as Karl pulled away after a few seconds. "I love you guys.", he whispered.

"We love you too, Sap-master.", he said softly and then smooched a bunch of loud tickly kisses into the side of his neck, quickly drawing frantic giggles from him. As if on cue, a giggly Quackity leaped onto the bed and startled them both.

"Who's ready for tickle tortureeee!!!", he yelled. Sapnap writhed in place as the giggles kept pouring out. The two grinned at each other knowingly.

"Yes!".

"Let's go!!".

"We gave him the giggles!!!". The two cheered as Sapnap laughed now.

"You guys…are idiots!".

                                          ~•~

     This wasn't the first time Sapnap had been restrained with the handcuffs, but it is the first time he had ever been tickled with the restraint. He had been pinned pretty well before, but the feeling the handcuffs left him with was surprising. He couldn't break out of handcuffs. He couldn't trick the handcuffs into letting go of him. The first round of real tickling was shocking.

     The two had started on his sensitive legs and really focused in on them. Each were sat on their knees at either side of his mostly-bare legs. He was already giggling from the teasing and anticipation. He didn't always get like this, but this entire scenario had him reeling.

Quackity latched onto his bare thigh with zero warning and started squeezing roughly, Sapnap wheezed before falling back into laughter.

"Quackity!!!", he wailed. Karl giggled and let his touch be slightly softer, grabbing up and down the meatiest part of Sapnap's other thigh. The legs jumped and twitched under the awful touch and Sapnap was already beside himself with laughter. It hit him just how helpless he was. He screamed for mercy.

"Oh please! We know you can handle more than that!", Quackity laughed.

"It's so bad!!! Move! Please!!".

"No. I want to tickle riiiight here.", Karl teased. He leaned down and nibbled on the ticklish skin and Sapnap squealed.

"Ugh, love that noise.", Quackity said as he moved down and teased at his kneecaps. Sapnap was twisting and jerking against the bed helplessly as the desperate laughter poured out of him. Hiccups punched through each new round of laughs and the other two praised him for being so cute. Which only made things worse.

"What? Where do you want us to move to?".

"Anywhere!", Sapnap whined.

"Anywhere?".

"Nonono-", Sapnap backtracked quickly at Karl’s dangerous tone. They started to flip him over. Despite his protests, he could only let them. Quackity giggled and adjusted the pillow so Sapnap wasn't suffocating.

"I have a bad feeling about...NO DON'T!!!".

Quackity looked back to see Karl holding one of Sapnap's ankles in a headlock.

"Oooh!", he trilled as he followed his lead and scooped up the other ankle.

"Guys, come on!!!", Sapnap wiggled pathetically, his cuffed hands grabbing at the air behind his back. The butterflies were taking over again. His feet were his worst spot.

Within a few seconds Sapnap was twisting and writhing against the bed as he screamed with laughter. No pleas could compete with the laughter that tore out of him. His mind fuzzed as he completely lost control.

His feet were bad.

They were so bad.

He was going to die.

But, he still couldn't beg for it to end. A few embarrassing snorts slipped out as Karl skittered his colorful nails against his heel. The tickle monsters giggled in delight.

"Lil piggy?".

"Little piggy!!!", Karl gasped as he made a fun connection in his mind. Sapnap wailed dramatically before slipping into a stunted silence, his whole body shuddering before the laughter barked its way out again. "This little piggy went to the market...", Karl teased. Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut as tears started to flow down his hot cheeks.

Karl wiggled each toe playfully while Quackity scribbled his nails into the other sole, them both singing the childish song together. A deadly tease. Sapnap doesn't think he had ever felt like this before. Well...he can't think. The sheet beneath his face was soaked with his tears. His body moved without his permission, the ticklish sensation driving every single jerk and squirm. His laughter surprised him. It had never been like this, so laced with wheezes and snorts that only seemed to encourage his fiancés.

"Wee wee wee!!! All the way home!!!", the two sang. Sapnap felt their hands crawl quickly up his legs and tickle together into the back of his thighs mercilessly. Sapnap could only squeal like a pig himself.

But, he seemed to have earned himself a small break. He whimpered through his gasps for air as the two whispered between each other somewhere behind him. His mind was barely working, but he caught words like 'really' and 'tickle' and 'safeword'. He barely processed any of it. His toes were still scrunching to try and get rid of the ghost tickles that remained. He felt a firm hand close over both sets of toes to help and he sighed in relief.

He squeaked as he suddenly felt Karl's sweet tickly kisses cross the back of his neck.

"Nooo!", he whined softly as he squirmed. Quackity coo'ed and ruffled Sapnap's hair.

"You're so cute oh my god.".

Sapnap scrunched and broke down into squeaky hysterical giggles as the two expertly placed the most ticklish of kisses along his shoulders, neck, and ears. They must have done a bit of strategizing before this. This was a move Quackity and Sapnap used on Karl all the time and he suddenly wanted to give him a million apologies because he could hardly breathe being suffocated by so much affection and tickles at once. He wouldn't survive, he was sure.

One of Quackity's kisses found Sapnap's wet cheek.

"We make you cry?", Quackity kissed Sapnap's ear as he nodded. "Cuuuute.", he whispered into it, dragging some adorable whining out of him. "Tears of joy, I presume.", Quackity broke out the fake high pitched British accent as he diverted for the playful route. Sapnap squealed at a well placed smooch to his jaw and the two joined in on the giggles.

"This was really such a great idea Sapnap.", Karl spoke up. He wasn't sure if the squirmy man could hear him, but he didn't mind. He smiled down at his fingers as they jabbed and poked along the ribs that were exposed perfectly for him with Sapnap's facedown position. Sapnap's sharp gasp-y laughter was beautiful. Quackity made a small contented hum as he mirrored Karl's rib tickles on the other side. Sapnap cried out and pattered his feet into the bed as he grew more and more hysterical.

"Pleaseee!!!".

"Please more?", the two didn't miss a beat and teased him in sync before laughing.

"Shut up!!!". Sapnap whined before clenching his cuffed fists and shaking violently as they prodded into a particularly sensitive pair of ribs. His laughter rose a few octaves and he twisted back and forth. The merciless rib tickling was only made worse with every twist and Sapnap only drove himself more crazy.

"His little hands are so cute when they do that!".

~•~

They had failed to set any kind of timer for this event and if you asked, none of them would be sure how long they tickled Sapnap for. They all indulged in the different emotions it pried out of each of them. Sapnap had no thoughts, just ‘that tickles!’. He trusted his fiancées, and they knew his spots and reactions well. They helped each other and took him apart as a team. Expert finger placements and shocking kisses, teases that flustered him beyond anything he was prepared for. Quackity finding ways to be funny and charming even while literaly torturing him. Karl being so so mean, but still somehow adorable and innocent. Sapnap’s laughter was one of the most amazing things to them both. His blush was adorable. His reactions and begs kept them chasing for more. While they’ve had him pretty helpless before, this was the most he had ever been at their mercy. And, they didn’t give much.

~•~

Sapnap found himself on his back. The two were at either side of him and smiling.

"Ready for the big finale?". Sapnap shook his head no, giggly and breathless.

"Oh...you want us to keep going? Forever?", Karl teased.

"No!!". Everyone laughed.

"It's going to be one minute. 60 seconds. Are you ready?".

"I'm ready.", he said. His voice small.

He was not actually ready, for the record.

The minute was a blur as the two put everything they had into tickling Sapnap silly. Quackity's soft golden feathers between his toes. Nibbles across his ribcage. Fingers wiggling into his armpits. Raspberries on his tummy and sides. Smooches all over. All Sapnap could do was give in to the laughter. It took him and threatened to never bring him back. His cheeks reddened and might never calm down. The nerves that were vibrating underneath his skin were screaming at every touch.

In an instant, it was over.

As Sapnap laid limp against the bed, his fiancé’s firm hands tried to soothe him a bit. Carefully working away any ghost tickles that kept the man squirming. Quackity unlocked the cuffs and rubbed Sapnap's wrists.

     He had survived.

     The cuddle session after all that was unmatched. The warmth and love. The trust. The playfulness. Sapnap was like a space heater between them.

“You did so good. Did you have fun Sappy?”, Quackity nuzzled his nose into the hair above Sapnap’s ear as he whispered. His blush rushed back as the giggles started again, shoving his face in Quackity’s neck to hide it.

“Awww!”, the two coo’ed. They cuddled in real close and gave Sapnap little praises as Karl played with his hair. It took a few minutes, but eventually Sapnap’s pulse slowed down and he found himself able to relax.

“I love you guys.”, Sapnap mumbled happily before slowly going limp against Quackity, finally succumbing to the sleepiness. The other two nearly melted at how adorable their blaze-hybrid was.

All three slept cozily wrapped together. Only dreams of tickles and love.

[n7viper]

WIP Wednesday~

Hello hello! Long time no see, huh? I appreciate all of the tags y'all have sent my way in the last several weeks (or months?) - from WIP Wednesdays, Last Lines, and all of the other fun tag games. I haven't been ignoring them, I just have soup for a brain <3 It means the world to me that you would tag me, and I'm sending you love and cookies :3

And if you're in ADG, pretend you didn't see this before and it's brand new to you!!

So yeah! A few weeks ago, I'd stayed up late playing games with a friend. Towards the end of the night, we realised we hadn't looted the Last Wish chests for the week, so we took off to get those together. Eventually it turned into one of those evenings where you aren't even playing, you're just running around and jumping around together and talking about nothing. Something about the moment really struck me and I had the idea for this piece.

The problem is that I'm a little low on funds for a commission at the moment, and I'm also not an artist. I've always wanted to learn but never really stuck to it. (Like so many other failed hobbies…) But I have this expensive tablet that I've barely touched in the last year or two, and a desire to create, so I tried it anyway. :)

Ultimately, this is just a traced screenshot redraw of my guardian sitting at The First Spire in Last Wish, which is where we'd been jumping around. But it's also been a fun exercise in testing a bunch of silly brushes and also letting go of perfectionism to make something meaningful for myself. I've been trying to trace all the basic lines and then painting over them. Right now all I have are some scraps of guardians, lol. I did a little of the bridge in the background, but it looked weird when I left it in for this post, so I took it out. There will eventually probably be a background :)

Tags (no pressure!) and original screenshot below the cut :)

@melisusthewee | @ndostairlyrium | @greypetrel | @me1onmi1k | @zenstrike | @a-driftamongopenstars | and YOU!! I wanna see what y'all are working on, if you'd like to share :3

[batmanschmatman]

Hello!! 1, 4, 10, 18, and 22 for the End of the Year ask game please 😊

ONE Song of the Year: My Spotify Wrapped claims for me it was the Placebo cover of Running Up That Hill, which is admittedly on almost every single one of my playlists, but I think it was actually Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron, because I listened to it a billion times while writing my NaNo project.

FOUR Movie of the Year: The Boy and the Heron, both because it was great and also it was the only good theater experience I had all year that wasn't a rerelease like Titanic and The Lion King lol, people at our home theater are very poorly behaved. ;;

TEN Something that Made You Cry This Year: LOL WELL I lost my job a couple weeks ago and that has been some VERY MIXED EMOTIONS including a lot of hysterical crying. It was an extremely toxic work place I was trying to get out of anyway (museum board full of old white men who hated me, boss is/was an alcoholic mean girl - no exaggeration, has driven home drunk from work lunches with her kid in the car and been blackout throwing up in her office after work events - who had a toady work bff who also hated me, no health insurance, making $26/hr despite having an MA and living somewhere where rents start at $2,000 a month) but my boss basically reamed me out right before Thanksgiving telling me I was the worst person ever, had a bunch of provably false claims about how bad an employee I was (never meeting deadlines, making other people do my work for me, never attending events or suggesting ideas for programs, all bullshit I had ample evidence to refute) and told me I could either quit now and be paid through February or be on like mega probation indefinitely, so I came back from the holiday like alright I quit, they're like cool actually this is a budgetary thing and not at all personal, we're SO SORRY this didn't work out also we can only afford to pay you through mid January, so now I'm unemployed applying to a million jobs and scared about money but also I'm free??? So there's been a lot of on and off weeping/grieving and it's kinda ruined the holidays for me lol. But also hopefully it'll pivot to a much better paying and stable job somewhere closer to home, so fingers crossed.

Don't get into the museum field, folks, it sucks here.

EIGHTEEN A Memorable Meal This Year: For Valentine's Day, @heystovepipeboys and I made a bunch of recipes from Last Dinner on the Titanic, which was SUPER FUN. I love historic cooking/baking and have had the cookbook forever, but had never made anything from it before and everything was INCREDIBLE. We made cream of barley soup, chicken Lyonnaise, chateau potatoes and asparagus, and then got eclairs from a bakery near us and the Harney & Sons Titanic tea blend, which is supposed to be similar to the special blend they served on the ship. We listened to period music the whole time we cooked and then we went to see Titanic in theaters for its anniversary rerelease.

TWENTY TWO Favorite Place You Visited This Year: hmmm very tough call. My parents very generously took the fam on a Disney cruise to Alaska this summer which was a childhood dream of mine, and wifey and I had an awesome trip to Old Sturbridge Village in MA for their Halloween event, which was probably the best Halloween themed thing I've ever done. They set up the museum with a bunch of themed performances by a bunch of traveling circus performers who are Definitely Not Vampires and everything was really spooky and fun. Would super recommend if anyone is looking for fun Halloween things to do in New England next year.

Thank you for the ask!! Hope you are enjoying a relaxing end to this weird year.

[omniblades-and-stars]

cracks knuckles

1 + 6 for korak

8 + 19 for lou

31 + 33 for nilea

6 + 11 for crash, i know i did 6 twice but listen. you can tell a lot about a person from their rituals and emotions surrounding food, in this essay i will--

Korak –

1 – What does his bedroom look like? – Look, the man is painfully neat. And dreadfully unimaginative when it comes to décor (and most things actually). He has a bed, it has a blanket. What else does he need? He lives a very simple life, practically monastic if we’re being honest.

6 –– What you should know by now is that Korak and his adopted daughter narrowly escaped the Citadel before the Reapers captured it, and landed on Omega of all places. I imagine that Omega in the aftermath of the Cerberus fiasco and even with a softened Aria, he exists in a world where the big red laser ripped through the galaxy and destroyed a bunch of stuff. So he gets what he Eating habits and sample daily menu? gets. He’s also hopeless in the kitchen and hopeless at remembering to stop working and eat. The good news is that Trisha cooks and makes him remember to eat during the day.

He likes spicy food, it reminds him of his mother’s cooking.

Lou –

8 – Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging? – Sweet baby Lou indulges in a lot of things, food, alcohol, sex. She is trying to enjoy life damn it! Her shameful secret indulgence is absolutely Harlequin romance novels. She has a lot of old paperbacks on the bookshelf in the loft that serves as her home office.

19 – What do they think about before falling asleep at night? – When she’s in a good headspace, she thinks up new ways she can modify her omni-tool or plans what kind of zany traps she can come up with. When she’s not in a good headspace? She thinks about how it feels like her dad just gave up on trying to live, how she feels like he’s abandoning her in a world that’s been very unkind to her. Before the events of the story I’m writing, she wonders why loving Alice feels like torture sometimes, why it makes her feel so small.

Lou’s got so much personality, she should never feel small.

Nilea –

31 – Most prized possession? – In her crappy little apartment is a small statue. She found it for sale at a secondhand shop and really was just quite charmed by it. It’s an abstract piece, geometric shapes, made of fired clay. She has no idea if it was mass produced or handmade, or who it might have been made by. But it was the first thing she saw on Omega that didn’t make her angry or sick to her stomach.

33 – Concept of home and family? – You’re a mean bastard, aren’t you? You know this one was a gut punch from the get go. What Nilea knows of family hasn’t been exactly kind, stable, for the most part, but not terribly kind. Her father abandoned the family when she was a child, the only thing he left for her was a startling family resemblance, which her mother has used as an insult on more than one occasion. Nilea’s mother wasn’t entirely unloving, but she had very high expectation and ran her household like it was her own personal military base. Juna was a military woman through and through, and held her children to high standards. Cyprian, her younger brother, is just a regular pain in the ass. They aren’t close, but she doesn’t hate him.

Any chance Nilea might have had at making some sort of inroads with having a relationship with her mother was taken from her during the Geth assault on the Citadel. She has no desire to seek out her father, and besides, she’s pretty sure he’s dead anyway. She thinks that after she makes it through her current situation, she’ll start trying to talk to her brother more often.

Crash –

6 - Eating habits and sample daily menu? – Well, see, Crash is a krogan and really can and will eat just about anything at least once, but she does love good food. Crash makes a lot of soup for herself, but she lives by herself with Burn. So she will just straight up eat soup for multiple meals a day. But the thing about Crash is she spends her days wandering around the station, checking in on friends and gossiping and helping get people in need get the things they need. As a result, she eats many meals with many different types of folks. She’s a big fan of elcor cuisine, doesn’t care for nutrient paste at all.

Her favorite thing is the human tradition of making the spiciest shit they can handle and eating that. She also loves spicy food. But really, her favorite way to eat is surrounded by friends. That’s what’s good in life.

11 – Intellectual pursuits? – Crash enjoys painting, even though she’s not terribly good at it. She keeps her senses sharp and keen by reading books, really whatever she can get her hands on. Would it be considered an intellectual pursuit that she makes it a point to learn as much about the cultures of her many, many friends and associates so that she can participate in their customs?

Another intellectual pursuit for Crash, at least one that she considers an intellectual pursuit but literally no one else would, is that she spends a lot of time modding KRANTT. And finding new and interesting ways to make things explode. She’s a big fan of explosions.

[cesium-sheep]

matt’s been sick for the past couple days (non-respiratory) so arin got the idea to send him delivery soup like he’s done for each of us before, he was very happy with what we picked out for him so we should remember where we got it in case he needs remote soup again. (she also got me dairy queen on her way home.)

we were talking about music before she got home cuz there were some history of jazz books in his new book boxes, and he likes history and jazz but he just can’t find somewhere to latch on with jazz history because he doesn’t really understand music theory even though he wants to. he took clarinet as a kid but he was thrown in the deep end cuz he was a gifted kid and they just kind of assumed he’d get it, and he’s had friends try to explain to him and it didn’t really stick. but I pointed out I have both a strong natural ear and experience in teaching complete novices, and he has the ability to find some notes he just gets kinda lost so he doesn’t have a complete ear on his own and just never had someone else to act as a true external guide. he said that would be a great way to pass the time once we’re living together. he wants to be able to sing, and I secretly also want someone to sing with, it’s a win/win.

arin picked atlantis for movie night and matt ended up critiquing the historical accuracy of the opening (with a little encouragement) it was very charming.

I’m very very very tired though. I had a bunch of stuff I wanted to get done today, and I did get to most of it, but I’m just. exhausted. I told him about the sf-36 score before she got home (although I did mention it to her eventually anyway) and he was like “okay what can we change right now to improve things? okay sounds like it’s best to just lay low and ride it out until things are more easily changeable.”

[nanalikessurveys]

When’s the last time you ate bread? 

I had a ham&cheese toast at a café this morning.

What’s the last movie you watched on your own? 

Lately I've been watching a lot of movies and the last one I saw was Society of the Snow. Totally recommend it, a horrific depiction of an awful tragedy, I teared up a bunch of times.

What about the last movie you watched with another person? 

Stormskärs Maja (or Myrskyluodon Maija in finnish). It's been a big hit here since it came out so I went and watched it with my mom at the theaters. I liked it a lot, it was really atmospheric.

How many coats do you own? 

I have two winter coats and few other coats for warmer weather.

What about shoes? 

One pair of winter boots, and then about 5 pairs of sneakers/tennis shoes. I also own two pairs of heels in case I need them for some party/whatever fancy situation.

One word to describe your most recent ex? 

Nice.

Where, in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? 

Maybe in Turku, the city is really pretty with a lot of history and culture. Also, it's not a big city but not a small one either which is perfect.

Do you like snow? 

Yesss I love snow.

Do you like sheer clothing? 

I like when some clothes have some sheer parts in them, like on the sleeves or somewhere around the neckline but I wouldn't wear a fully or almost-fully sheer clothing.

Have you ever seen anyone famous in the street? 

Some local celebrities.

Are you hungry right now? 

I am.

Are you regularly tired? 

I'm not and I'm super happy about that. I mean I've never had major problems with being tired all the time but I've felt more tiredness in the past compared to now. This past year I've been paying more attention to my eating, that I eat regularly and eat balanced meals. I feel so much more energetic now and my skin and hair have never been in this kind of condition.

What was the last thing to upset you? 

Today I tried to book an airbnb for a little getaway trip I'm planning on having later this month but for some reason it didn't work out so I just gave up lol. I'm gonna try again some other day though.

How’s the weather been today? 

Around 0 degrees celcius with some snow and a lot of ice on the ground. It's been like that for a few weeks now.

What was the first tattoo you got or what would be the first tattoo you’ll get? 

I haven't given that much thought to it. I'm not totally against having a tattoo but as of now I don't have any plans of getting one.

What was the last store you went into and did you buy anything?

I went to a mall today to pick up new glasses for me. (I was so done only wearing contact lenses all the time so I had to get glasses) Anyway at the mall there was this boardgame store I've never seen there before so I went and took a look but I didn't buy anything.

Have you ever been late for school or work? 

At school if I was going to be late I just skipped the whole class. I didn't want to go to the classroom late, I was too shy for that lol.

Do you prefer to shower in the morning or at night? 

I like night showers more.

What is your favourite kind of fruit cobbler? 

I'm not sure what a cobbler is. If it's the same or similar as pie then I like berry pies, like blueberry or some mixed red berry pie.

Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? 

I live in an apartment building and there is a basement which has some storage space and also a laundry room. It also serves as a bomb shelter if we ever end up in that situation (obviously hopefully never).

Have you driven a car today? 

No, I don't even have a licence.

Do you have a small, medium or large bedroom?

It's pretty small but I mean my whole apartment is pretty small.

Have you eaten soup this week? 

No, I don't eat a lot of soup.

Are you a fan of The Office? 

I've never watched that.

When was the last time you started a new medication? 

A couple years ago but I'm already done with it. I only have one daily medication right now which I've been taking since 2017-ish.

What is your favourite type of nut? 

Cashew.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? 

My dad doesn't.

Have you put your phone on silent today? 

It's never on silent, it's on vibrate.

Can you name all 50 US state capital cities? 

I'm confident I know all of them because I used to be super into a lot of geography games online but if I had to list all of them now from just the top of my head I probably wouldn't even remember half of them.

Do you read John Green novels? 

I've only read one of his book, Paper Towns. It was good but I'm not super into fiction books, I'd rather watch a movie or read non-fiction.

Have you ever been to Universal Studios? 

No but it would be nice to go.

Can you tie balloons? 

Nope. Well, I've never tried but probably not.

When was the last time you were at a pet store? 

About a month ago to buy some cat food.

[viomew]

Stars. They were such cliched things. Creatures without fur often wrote about them like they were angels guiding them to their supposed fates. Violet didn't know about that. They seemed too small and insignificant to hold that kind of purpose to them. Sure, they never moved and thus served as waypoints, but to serve as waypoints for fate? That seemed almost conceited. As if the whole thing was just a ploy that the stars had started- conspiring together to turn the hairless ones devote. But the hairless ones insisted that the stars were navigators, and so one day the Mew found herself floating toward them. Seeking answers that she couldn't find elsewhere. The hairless ones wouldn't tell her where her future lay now that her job was fulfilled. They were her creations after all: as were the electric rodents who rustled through the leaf litter under the trees, and the strange orbs that bore a striking similarity to a hairless invention. "Some of my best work, really. Heh. I'm sure they get a real kick out of the explosions.~" Was it a little cruel to make creatures that ended their own existences so easily? Perhaps. But where life ended, new life began. It was a constant cycle of birth and rebirth. Nothing truly ever ended. Not that Violet knew that for certain, mind you. It was just something that Arceus insisted was true. "I should visit dad sometime. It's been too long." The stars weren't even formed during her last visit. They were only flickers of creation yet to happen. Dust and particles mixing together in a chaotic, explosive soup. Yes, maybe that was where Violet got the idea from, in hindsight. Her explosive spheres were a cheap imitation of her father's initial explosion. Like a hairless child trying to put on a lab coat three times too big for them, really. It was scary how quickly those hairless ones had developed. They were nearly indistinguishable from the other Pokemon. Yet they were still, undeniably, Pokemon. "Am I undeniably a Pokemon, too?" The thought came like a comet, and passed just as quickly. To create Pokemon, one had to be a Pokemon. Violet had created many Pokemon in her long lifetime. All of them, some might say. Though, that was different from the creation they'd settled on. None of her creatures stemmed from eggs. They all split off from her hairs like some kind of primordial shed. Each one carrying a piece of her, but a piece so small that it was hardly significant. What would it be like, Violet wondered, to lower herself to their standards? To retire from this primal creation, and settle into a new one? To live like a Pokemon undeniably would? "Retirement. I like the sound of that." Violet closed her eyes and smiled, feeling warm despite the frigid atmosphere. It wasn't until she opened them again that she began to understand the vastness of her latest undertaking. "Ah. The upper stratosphere..." Truth be told: it still looked like a bunch of lifeless dots to her. But Violet supposed that, if she were one of her creations, she would say something like... "Pretty..." She had a long way to go before she could truly understand, though.

[sunshine-zenith]

Okay but like. Ratatouille from Linguini’s perspective tho

You’re some broke, awkward guy in his twenties who can’t keep a job down to the point that you Know that the letter your recently dead mom wrote to her also dead famous friend’s coworker contains Something about giving you employment. So you march yourself down to this fancy restaurant, submit yourself to verbal whiplash, fork over what might’ve been the last thing your mother ever wrote, and become the lowly janitor

Fine, right? I mean, shitty day/week/month/whatever, but you aren’t picky. You have a job, so you can pay rent. Except you accidentally spill like half a pot of soup and you panic. You literally got this job like fifteen minutes ago and you already fucked up. Rent is breathing down your neck so you do the Broke Twenty Something thing where you try to use water to hide the difference, throw in some spices because you have no idea how cooking works, and hope that no one notices despite the fact that one sniff tells you you fucked it up worse.

Then a rat fixes it.

A random rat fixes it.

(You’re broke, you’re mom is dead, and you cook worse than a rat. Imagine that.)

And somehow the soup gets served to a food critic that’s apparently well respected and now you have no idea if you’re gonna be flayed alive by your new boss or given a job you are in no way qualified for. Rent is still a thing.

Then you realize the rat understands human language and knows enough body language to communicate. Then you realize you’re own body is fucking weird because this completely random rat (that you had to explain morality to because he stole some herbs from your neighbor) is controlling your limbs by tugging on your hair. Also you become lowkey famous yourself because the rat is that good a cook.

And you have to go along with it because you need money to eat and not be homeless and you need a job to get money. It hasn’t even been a week.

At least your coworkers are nice enough. You get a crush on one of them and get a crash course on cooking and working in a kitchen and sexism and oh my god like at least three of your coworkers are technically criminals aren’t they?? Also your boss gets you drunk and asks you a bunch of weird questions about pets. You only wanted a job

(The rat makes you kiss the coworker you kinda have a crush on that’s been teaching you everything. What the fuck. You probably have to explain consent to a rat now. Luckily the coworker likes you back and is okay with the kiss, but still. What the fuck)

(Also the rat now seems to have a rivalry with your new girlfriend. What the hell, rat buddy? You’re literally the reason these two are together, and also the girlfriend has been working in the food industry longer than the rat has been alive probably, she clearly knows her shit)

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the rat walks up to you with some documents about how your dead mom’s dead famous friend is your dad. Also your boss did DNA tests on you behind your back (invasive much??). Now you own an entire restaurant because of a deadline in you’re secret dead dad’s will that was like two days away from being moot.

(I dunno about y’all, but I’d need to sit down for like seventy years at this point because there’s like fifty different layers of fucked up here. You grew up without knowing your dad, then you learn you’ve been working at his restaurant. He’s famous and his face is on a bunch of frozen food dishes. Both of your parents are dead. Your mom never told you or your dad about the being related thing for some reason. Your boss did a DNA test on you. You own a restaurant and you can’t even cook. Your new pet rat somehow got this information before you and can apparently read. Your father was a famous chief, your name is literally a pasta, and you can’t even cook. It’s only been a couple months, what the hell)

Now you’re famous and the food critic they lowkey caused your secret dad’s death is after you because he has a weird vendetta going on, and also your rat (who’s like your best friend at this point let’s be real) is acting weirder than usual, but at least you have a better apartment and get to talk about how much you love your super cool and smart girlfriend in public.

Next thing you know, your rat is sneaking other rats into the kitchen, you have to explain that a rat can cook better than you, and everyone quits in the middle of the day (what the heck, one of them probably killed a guy and another was in the circus. The rat thing is weird but like. You can roll with the punches. Why can’t they??)

So while you’re like having a panic attack because of this, your rat unionized his rat friends and now the kitchen is being run by rats. What can you do? You wait tables because what the hell, you’re in way too deep at this point.

(Also, side note, Linguini totally missed out on his true calling as a professional roller skater or something. Dude’s graceless even when he isn’t being piloted by a rat, but on a set of roller skates he’s friggin amazing)

Luckily, your super smart (maybe ex?) girlfriend comes back (even if the whole rat thing is still throwing her off, but hey. It’s prolly nice to have Somebody acknowledge the weirdness of this entire thing without jumping ship). Apparently the food your rat cooks is so good that the food critic that lowkey killed your dad reevaluates his entire life, but now he wants to meet the person that made the meal. What do you do — your (maybe ex?) girlfriend is the only other human here, do you say she made it or do you show him the rat?

You decide to make this Super Important Super Harsh food critic wait hours, then you and your (probably) girlfriend have to show off how you’re weirdly drift compatible with a rat. The food critic just like. Thanks you for the meal and leaves. What do you do?

Also at some point during the night the rats kidnapped your weirdly invasive ex-boss and a health inspector. So yeah, you should probably deal with that.

Then the food critic that lowkey lead to your dad’s death writes this inspirational piece that critizes critics, tanking his own career in the process, only for the health inspector to shut down your dad’s restaurant. But okay, the now ex-food critic now takes the money he made shattering the dreams of other chiefs and invests in your rat best friend’s dreams, and now he’s kinda your friend and you work at the rat’s restaurant with your amazing girlfriend.

All this happened in only a few months. You just wanted a job.

Linguini’s a fucking champion for putting up with all this istg

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

[koishua]

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. (masterlist)

The rain is pounding on the windows, lightning flashing every once in a while before the rumbling thunder follows. The air is frigid despite the warm night lamp illuminating casting a soft glow in the room. The heater is broken and you're bundled up under layers of blanket, Heeseung's arm wrapped safely around you as you lean your back on his chest.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Professor sent an e-mail this morning saying how he isn't going to be there tomorrow, because apparently, he has to take a week off because of a sprained back.

𝐘/𝐍: And why are you telling me this?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: I just thought that we could maybe go outside, you know? It's been a while since we went to that park.

𝐘/𝐍: I don't think it's gonna be all sunny tomorrow. It's practically flooding outside. Why don't we just have a home date? Indoor picnic and all.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Do we even have bread? Last time Jay came over, we used up all of it to make croutons for his new soup recipe. We couldn't even eat them, because Riki forgot to turn off the oven.

𝐘/𝐍: You guys almost burned down my kitchen. I am never letting you use my house for any kind of activity again like, ever. We can just make fruit salad bowls, I guess. You think the mangoes are ripe now? I left them by the window to get some colour on them.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Yeah, yeah. We learned our lesson. The mangoes are fine, I think. Do we have strawberries left?

You adjust your position, turning around to face him. Seeing his hair in a mess, you pat the strands of hair sticking out down.

𝐘/𝐍: Not much, but we do have a few bananas and like, two apples. We can add a little pineapple too if you want.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Okay, we can do that.

𝐘/𝐍: How did the rehearsals go today?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: I don't know... Everybody's doing great so far and the set is coming along nicely, but I have this one part where I keep messing up.

𝐘/𝐍: Which part? Maybe I can see if I could help.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: You know that I have to jump down the mountain prop, right?

𝐘/𝐍: Yeah, the tall one?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Right. The thing looks higher than it looks from the ground. I can never land the jump on the trampoline quite right. I always end up being catapulted back a little and then come in late for the rest of the choreo.

𝐘/𝐍: Have you tried scooting the trampoline a little to the back?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: . . .

𝐘/𝐍: Heeseung? You were stressing about that and didn't think about just adjusting the point of problem?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: I. . . hadn't thought of that actually.

𝐘/𝐍: You dork— should've told me sooner! I could have told them to do that the first time it happened. Did you tell K about this?

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: No. We actually had an argument today about that too. I should have told him sooner, but he kept pushing me to try to do better when I was already doing my best.

𝐘/𝐍: He knows that you're amazing, that's why he is all over you. Just go and talk to him on Saturday and fix it.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: You totally like him more than me, don't you? You keep defending him all the time.

You laugh, thoroughly entertained by his bunched up face.

𝐘/𝐍: No, I just think he is a great senior and he only wants to help you, Seung. Don't antagonize him every time. He wants the best for the team and you know that.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: I just think he should be a little less stuck up. I really do respect him, but he just presses my buttons a little too hard sometimes.

𝐘/𝐍: Communication is key, love.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆: Okay, fine.

𝐘/𝐍: Go to sleep now. We have a long day of staying inside tomorrow.

Heeseung nods, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before reaching an arm to shut the dim light. The storm continues brewing outside, but both of you fall fast asleep, completely at ease in each others' presence.

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[shotorozu]

hiiii! i was wondering if you could write some headcannons for kirishima, bakugou, and kaminari with a s/o with braces? i got mine on a couple days ago and i’m in quite a bit of pain🧍‍♀️

their s/o gets braces

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used (gender neutral), quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack if you squint, mainly comfort (x reader)

note(s) : ahh i feel bad for you. it literally felt like my jaw got ripped off by a wendigo when i got braces for the first time. anyways, it’ll feel so satisfying once you can eat again!

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kirishima eijirou

he was told to get his teeth fixed when he was younger, but he heard how painful it was— so he never actually went through with it.

moving aside that, he immediately goes to find you when he finds out that you’re out from the dentist

and oh— you have braces now.

“does it hurt?” he asks, when he glides through the soup isle. he doesn’t know why it hurts, but he heard that it helps.

“nope.”

but it did hurt. precisely, it felt like your jaw got bashed in by power similar to midoriya’s quirk.

he’s alarmed, because one, he hates seeing you squirm in pain, and two he made the foolish mistake by giving you one french fry when you asked him to

and your reaction wasn’t very pleasant

so, what can he do? he has no knowledge on this!

but wait, youtube exists. eijirou ends up binge watching on a bunch of braces videos, and he practically comes back a natural expert at taking care of new braces

eijirou lets you at all the ice cream he wants, at the same time- he manages to make yummy, but healthy and chewable meals for you for the rest of the week

when he sleeps in your bed, he makes sure not to turn in sleep— surprisingly cautious of his movements

trust me, when my brother didn’t have his own room yet, he almost elbowed my jaw in his sleep— and i only had braces for 6 hours then. so he’s surprisingly?? cautious.

fawns over the fact that your lips looked really swollen because of the new braces, “are you comfortable, cutie?” is what he says when he checks up on you

reminds you to brush your teeth, AND floss. sometimes he’ll do it for you just because he just so happened to walk in when you were flossing LMAO ITS SO WEIRD BUT 💀 its eijirou

has his way of keeping you away from foods like popcorn and bubble gum “Y/N! if you put that down, we can eat this OTHER chewable thing together!”

anyways— he’s the perfect caretaker in my opinion. but eijirou ends up overdoing the research

“have you ever considered buying a water floss?”

... “eijirou, regular floss is fine, y’know?”

bakugou katsuki

this man- omg. [que shiny teeth and me]

his teeth are perfect. he has no history of cavities, and every single tooth grew in correctly. he brushes, and flosses regularly too.

if you don’t tell him you’re getting braces AT LEAST the day before, he’ll be really mad

he’s probably the one that accompanies you to the dentist. he’s willing to inhale that oddly satisfying and weird dentist office smell, and sit in a chair for a hour, staring at a weird soap drama

just so he could accompany you back.

listens to the dentist’s instructions, because he must. know. everything. and besides— you’re probably too bugged out to pay attention.

he knows that it doesn’t hurt around the first 20 minutes or so, but he’s still going to take some extra precautions.

first of all, no more begging for the usual food cravings, because if you do— oh boy.

he’ll stare at you like you’re crazy “what? and you think you can eat that shit? no.” he says, as he gets a spoonful of soup, blowing on it, so it’s not too hot

second of all, he’ll watch you brush your teeth. he might even scold you if you brush too fast.

watches you floss, and smirks when you finish

“don’t be so down about it,” he’ll say in his usual manner “you can have all the disgusting meals you want after the first week”

that makes you smile

“,,just no more gum, popcorn—”

oh, and he’s really strict about that. he’ll yank it out of your hand if you dare to eat anything that’s in the list of ‘the forbidden’

he’s a mean caretaker :,) but he does an excellent job at being one. on the good side, he’ll kiss those lips for yours after the first week has been completed

“don’t be so down about it. your teeth will be perfect just like mine in [insert year of braces removal]”

kaminari denki

denki probably had a few cavities here and there, but his teeth are okay.

he was sort of left in the dark about it :,) because you thought it would be a great idea to surprise him.

you told him you were going to the dentist again which was weird to him because who goes to the dentist 3 times in one month??

denki’s appalled when he sees your eyes tearing up, as he happily waltz into to your room.

“oh no! what happened?” his expression falls, “are you hurt? what can i do?”

“surprise?” you show him your teeth, now fixed with braces

and he’s just :0 what’s that on your teeth?

“you didn’t tell me!” he whines, since he was left in the dark, and while you sheepishly smile at him— he observes your teeth

you open your mouth to answer him, but he shakes his head “don’t answer! i’ll go fix something up for you, even though i’m mediocre at best with cooking— oh well, want anything?— oh wait, just nothing chewable, right?”

similar to kirishima, he doesn’t know why it’s so painful— but he can imagine the pain with the way you’re describing it.

he distracts you by making you laugh, since laughter is the best medicine— but he makes sure not to go too overboard (because he thinks stretching your jaw out would be too much)

ends up replacing your toothbrush with one that had softer bristles, as he tends to get side tracked with the monitoring thing rip

oh, but he does watch you floss your teeth. y’know— what if you accidentally bump your hand against your jaw? he’s thoughtful of that.

for once, it looks like he actually knows about taking care of your braces, even more than you (it looks temporary but hmm.. we dont know)

but after that excruciating week, he DEADASS asked you if he could touch them 💀

“pleasee? what— it doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”

“denki, don’t even try—”

when you get your braces adjusted, he’s always the one that picks your colors (if you could pick the colors., if that makes sense.)

gets sad when you don’t choose the color he wanted because they ran out of that color. its not even your fault whkdwks

denki was really sad to hear that yellow made your teeth look yellow, and black made it look like you had cavities :,)

overall, he might’ve had some moments where he absolutely missed on the care taking part. but he did his very best! please know that.

the bakusquad is surprised to see his search history— which namely had the keywords ‘braces’ in all of them. they teased him for it

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