#me: oh this is so delightful!!!! 💛

[rathockey]

You're really talented, and sweet, I love your humor

YOU THINK IM FUNNY YIPPEEEEEE

confess something youve thought about me on anon

[vrystalius]

Hello hello, I was wondering if you could please write a story (Short scenario) with the Hashiras and maybe the three upper moons. Where the reader aka their S/O had a small fight and is currently ignoring them but then she needs something from them that makes here go there like "Can you please open this for me/help me with this". I just think it would be cute to see their reaction to the reader being all flustered about having to ask them for help.

(Take your time and stay safe i luv you~) 💛❤️💛❤️

Giving your boyfriend the silent treatment…

…until you need help opening something. (Includes both Hashira and Upper Moons)

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu, Tengen, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x fem!human!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi would grow incredibly frustrated when you use the silent treatment against him. He’d try to ignore you as well by crossing his arms over his chest and sit in a different room, back facing the door at all times. He can’t stop thinking about you brooding and being upset with him, wich in return, makes him even more angry! Gods, you’re infuriating sometimes.

But once you come up to him and ask him to open a new jar of jam, he’d try to look mad, even though he wasn’t.

“You sure got some nerve to ask me now.”

He tries to show you that he still is kinda pissed with you, but still loves you. Sanemi would grumble about your timing and attitude from before while wrestling with the lid. After struggling for multiple minutes and failing, he got upset again and just gave it back to you, grumbling.

“Ask someone else, damnit! Don’t annoy me.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Arguments are the worst for him. Kyojuro will feel and look like a distraught puppy who just got denied love for the rest of his life. He understands that you need space and will provide it, but the silent treatment is really breaking his heart. Kyojuro would sometimes try to start a conversation by asking about you what you’re doing or how you’re feeling.

He will feel absolutely delighted when you talk to him again. Of course he’d open a bottle for you! Happily so!

“Give it to me, I got it!”

Kyojuro popped the lid with ease and handed the bottle back to you, giving you puppy eyes and a bright smile. You seriously can’t ignore him anymore, it’s just too sad to see him depressed…

“Oh! You’re talking to me again! I’ve missed you, my flame!”

Gyomei Himejima

Although he’s not fond of your methods of resolving conflict and considers them a little childish, Gyomei will oblige, for now.

He will give you the same treatment you’re giving him, but will still remain around your person. Gyomei’ll silently meditate or pray while you continue your antics, being just as quiet as you are. He’d ponder about arguments he could deliver to you to break your silence and resolve this issue, but before he could come up with anything, you come up to him with a jar of honey. After you ask him to open it for you, Gyomei would softly smile and take the jar.

“Of course, my pearl.”

He opened it with ease and handed it back to you, but before you could go back to whatever you were doing, Gyomei’d speak up again.

“How about we resolve our argument now? I do not want to continue to fight.”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu would unintentionally give you the silent treatment after arguments, and you decided to give one back. After noticing the lack of conversations and the sound of your voice, he’d feel more sad and try to avoid you all together to avoid even more conflict or your silent side glances. Giyu jumps slightly when you ask him to open a jar of fermented foods. He was incredibly surprised that you’d want to talk to him.

“Mhm. Give it.”

He… struggled with opening it. He tried around for two more minutes until he managed to open it with a spoon and using 80% of his strength. He feels embarrassed for failing opening something for you.

“You’re welcome.”

Tengen Uzui

How unflashy of you to ignore him like this. Do you know how bratty you look like? Sometimes he just wants to stick out his tongue at you when you’re not looking. Tengen would sulk and complain to the other girls about you, but Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma stick to you and your petty silent treatment, but they’d stick to you and would ignore him as well. You’re all ganging up on him at this point.

But once you come back to him and ask him for help opening your favourite drink, Tengen would feign being helpful.

“Gimme that, I’ll open it for you, beautiful~”

He’d open the glass for you and then proceed to chug everything down in one go, right in front of you while making sure to stay out of your reach.

“That’s what you get for being bratty!”

(He was not allowed back into the bedroom that night)

Kokushibo

You are being very immature. Kokushibo can give you the same silent treatment you are giving him, and he will outlast you by far. He will act very nonchalant about you ignoring him and will stop attempting making conversation after two tries. Kokushibo would return to his training or meditation, or sometimes even go on long missions to punish you even more for acting this petty.

Once you come back to him and ask him to open a jar of jam for you, Kokushibo will just stare you down silently.

“…..”

He proceeded to give you the silent treatment and not open the jar for you. You were left to fend for yourself. But at somepoint, Kokushibo could not watch you struggling to open the jar by using a sharp knife in hopes to get the lid loose. He snatched the jar out of your hands and opened it with ease.

“Here. Take it. Don’t try that again, you will injure yourself.”

Douma

Your silent treatment is very entertaining to Douma. Is this your way to punish him? How funny! He will try everything to make you break your silence by annoying you. Douma will nuzzle into your neck, kiss your most sensitive spots, whine into your ear, complain about your behaviour, poke against your cheek and pinch your skin. C’mon, do something with him! Anything! Stop ignoring him! Douma just kept following you around, whining around like a child.

Finally, you he saw you struggling with opening a jar of tea herbs and offered to help.

“Need help with that, lotus?”

Douma snatched the jar out of your hand and opened in a matter of seconds, but didn’t hand it back. He wanted you to say “I love you” before he hands it back. You gave in while heavily rolling your eyes, but Douma wasn’t satisfied with that. After a back and forth, you finally satisfied him by saying “I love you my dearest, lovely Douma” in a sincere tone. In his eyes, he won your silent treatment game.

“I won! Awww, why do you look so mad? Here, take your herbs back…. No thank you? What, are you ignoring me again?! Come ooooonnnn…”

Akaza

He was hurt and slightly scared by your silent treatment. Are you planning to leave him? Akaza would understand that. He’s rough, angry, a demon, prideful, not good with expressing his thoughts… the list of his flaws go on. Your silence is making him incredibly nervous and he let his nervous energy out during training and against the walls of the infinity castle until his knuckles bleed.

Then, finally, you approach Akaza with a problem: you can’t open your jar of candies. He felt himself smile slightly at your defeated face.

“So now you need me? Hm.”

Akaza casually tried slipping the lid off, but it was stuck. He felt his pride crumble bit by bit with everytime he tried opening the lid and failed. His anger rose and he slammed the jar against the corner of the wall, shattering the top of the glas jar off. The glass fell in onto your feet.

“… There.”

💠

This was one of my favourite requests so far! Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m currently working on How the Upper Moons would react to your affection, similar to what I posted with the hashira, so I was kinda switching back and forth between this and the other fic. Somehow, when I feel stressed, I’m the most creative and productive xD

Also, I absolutely love reading all of your comments and reposts. Some made me laugh out loud in public, so thank you for that!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!! <3

Take care of yourselves <33 I appreciate you all.

[luminousnotmatter]

JUST HERE TO SAY ILY

@hangmanbrainrot SIERRA!!! MY SUNSHINE. ☺️✨🌞☀️💛💛💛

I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!!

[kingconia]

i love your works so much 💕💕 u write the characters so well! i was wondering if you could do the housewardens + a mc who listens to heavy rock and metal? or, alternatively, a mc who plays guitar. thank you <3

A/N: Ah, I am very thankful for these words. I decided to mix these two idea for different characters. I hope it is alright.

HOUSEWARDENS WITH MC, WHO IS INTERESTED IN HEAVY MUSIC

Riddle Rosehearts. ❤️

— I have a headcanon that Riddle rarely listens to music, and if he does, it is something classical and organic. Perhaps, lo-fi for studies purposes, too, but rarely;

— When you ask about putting some of your favourite songs for the evening, Riddle has no arguments against it. You are such a lovely and delightful person, surely, you music is just as sweet as–

— Oh, dear. Congratulations, you scared him with the noises of hell, blasting through dynamics...

— Respectfully, he hates your music preferences. And there is no way it will change. However, he tries to be nice about it...

•

”You are looking as if you are having a heart attack,” you comment absentmindedly, putting song on the pause. ”Riddle, I told you, that you shouldn't make yourself listen to it, if—”

”I am fine! I am fine, really,” he quickly reassures you, plastering a nervous smile on his face. ”Please, put it back. I... I really enjoyed this last part, where... Uhm... He screamed.”

You sigh.

Riddle was impossible to deal with.

Leona Kingscholar. 💛

— When you tell Leona that you make your own music, he thinks you play something careful or pop-like. He doesn't like this type of music, but obviously he can endure a little torment for you;

— However as you take a guitar in your hands, Leona is genuinely shocked. Very pleasantly shocked!

— I headcanon Leona listening to heavy rock, too, so, I think that he absolutely loves what you do. He is your fan number one now, and he brags about you to everyone.

— If you also sing, he will use your voice as a lullaby material. ”Y/n, play ’Numb’ by Linkin Park, I want to sleep.”

•

”Guess what?” You ask as you are standing behind sitting Leona, resting elbows on his shoulders.

”Hm? What is it?”

”Headmaster asked me to sing for the Halloween concert,” you smirk proudly.

As emerald eyes lit up slightly—a very rare sight to witness—Leona folds arms on his chest, clearly boasting:

”Of course, he did,” turning his head to your side, he lands a kiss on your cheek. ”That's my star right there!”

You huff, but your cheeks are instantly flushed from his compliment. Why he has to be so embarrassing?

Azul Ashengrotto. 🩵

— I am sorry, but as soon as he finds out about you, being a musician, he will not even care about what type of music it is. From now, you are playing in the Monster Lounge in all your free times—

— But jokes aside, Azul instantly supports you. He doesn't really have an established opinion about heavy metal. Music is music, isn't it?

— Though, if you ask me, I don't think Azul is a big fan of this genre in general. But he is your fan, so it doesn't really matter;

— He will definitely suggest to become your personal manager, because, of course, he would.

•

”So?” You let out a tired, a little rushed breath, looking at your boyfriend expectantly. ”Was it good? Was it bad? Monster Lounge worthy, or?”

There is a strange dreamy smile on Azul's face, with his teeth slightly baring as he rushes to your side:

”My dear, it was an absolute masterpiece. It is not Monster Lounge worthy. It is a world worthy.’

”Azul,” you groan, rolling your eyes tiredly. ”Please, don't lie to me. It is just some silly songs.”

Ignoring your remark, he presses his cheek to yours, announcing with a strange triumph in his voice.

”And that how legends are made.”

You fight an urge to smack him with a guitar. What an idiot.

Kalim Al-Asim. 🧡

— I think Kalim likes hyperpop the most, but overall, he listens everything. So, don't be afraid, he is definitely not a one to judge or say something against your tastes;

— When you crash in his place to hang out, and put your playlist, he is absolutely delighted! He likes every song you show him, and he makes sure to add it on his favourites, too;

— Kalim might or might not ask you for you account in Magicfy, so you both could constantly see what you are listening to, and exchange songs you like;

— And he makes a special playlist for you, with songs he thinks you might like, and never heard before.

•

”Did you like it?” Kalim asks, shifting from one leg to another, almost nervously. ”A few of them were added from Jamil's playlist, but I hadn't seen anything similar in your Magicfy, so—”

”Kali-im,” you are practically throwing yourself on him, wrapping arms around his neck tightly. ”Kalim, you are the best.”

You spent your last night listening through playlist he made—consisting of forty five songs!—and you can't help but feel grateful. Kalim chose every single song so carefully, just to please you.

”I am glad you like it!”

And, surely, everyone knows that the path to someone's heart lays through new and unexplored music!

Vil Schoenheit. 💜

— Your confession that you make music bring a lot of satisfaction to him. He thinks, it is important to have some similar interests, and he loves the idea both of you being invested in this type of art;

— However, Vil had never expected that you are creating rock music. It is not something he listens to, but, he supports your interest nevertheless;

— You are always amazing in his eyes, but if Vil spots some mistake in your work, or just suggestion how to improve your lyrics, he will point it out;

— Just like Azul, invested in making you a star. Buys you expensive technics, connects you with different famous people, who can teach you something useful, and, accidentally, mentions you in front of his colleagues... Oh, he knows what he is doing.

•

”I am so nervous,” you mumble, fixing your hair for the fifth time in a row. ”This concert place is huge. Why it is so huge?”

”Calm down,” Vil sighs, slightly smacking your hands away. ”And keep your hands of your face and hair, I worked too long on them for you ruining it so easily.”

You smile apologetically.

”Don't worry, my twinkle star. The stage is yours—and you got it,” he kisses you on the back of your hand reassuringly, well-aware of how hard it is; to preform for the first time. ”Now go. And when you return, I will make sure to reward you thoroughly.”

As your cheeks heat up, you can't think of anything but a mystery reward you were promised to... Well, Vil definitely knows how to fight with anxiety.

Idia Shroud. 💙

— Idia literally doesn't care what music is playing. He puts random playlists on the background, when he is playing games most of the time. He is not even familiar with the names of songs or musical bands;

— When you ask if you can put your music, Idia literally just shrugs;

— Have zero reaction on your playlist. Might or might not nod occasionally in the beat of song, but that's it;

— But, if his head hurts, he will ask to turn it down. His migraines can't tolerate this kind of loudness, sorry.

•

”Can I put my playlist?” You ask quietly, plopping on the sofa as you enter the room.

”Not today,” Idia sighs, sitting next to you slowly. ”My head hurts, and if I wanted to hear man screaming in this state, I would simply go to the housewarden meeting.”

You chuckle softly, reaching to pat his hair. As your fingers sink in his unruly locks, he mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling in your touch instantly.

”Rest then, darling,” you scratch the skin of his head gently. ”I am here.”

”Thank you...”

Malleus Draconia. 💚

— Malleus is so excited that you asked him to check your music out, that he doesn't even care about such details as this;

— He has a really superficial knowledge about genres and stuff, but since Lilia plays in the group in his free-time, and it is also the heavy stuff, Malleus is not that ignorant;

— But, truth to be told, he would love your songs anyway. It is you, who makes this songs special, not the other way around;

— Just as Leona, he is your most loyal fan, bragging about you everywhere. He likes to sit on your lap, while you work on lyrics and notes, too.

•

”Had you been here for a long time?” You ask with unhidden surprise in your voice.

Malleus is standing in the doorway, leaning on the door frame with his shoulder, arms folded on his chest. He smiles widely as you acknowledge him, stars in eyes becoming even brighter than before.

”It doesn't matter. The image of you working on what you love, these fingers fumbling in strings, fascinates me completely. The time passes without a notice.”

You huff, already being used to this kind of compliments from him.

”Then come and sit with me,” you offer, patting the place next to you. ”I don't mind having you here, after all.”

And that what makes him beam openly.

What a level of trust it is!

[dozing-marshmallow]

can i request for a readerx chris mclean. who is the epitomie of a sweetheart and a beyond angelic wife, also a total thicc trophy wife? Like she is so caring towards anyone and anything that even the coldest of hearts melts in her presence. When she's there, everyone's day is 100% made and she's the highlight of the day without even trying.

Chris is whipped for her and will always embrace her when he can. He always wants to finish early to spend more time w his beloved wife.

And she even gets to cook delicious and nutritious food for the contestants for a week straight because she feels bad for them, and chef is beyond delighted to have her be a helping hand in the kitchen with him. She even sneaks some before bed fruit snacks in case they are still a lil hungry.

So essentially, thicc! wife reader part 2. Got you!💛 First post of the new year! I hope everyone’s been having a fantastic start and may lots of love, good health and happiness find you all! Surround yourself with good people, use the time you have wisely and take good care of yourself!❤️

CHRIS MCLEAN’S “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS PART 2

Even the coldest of hearts melt in your presence.

Like one morning, Heather was the first one up and in the mess hall, possibly to strategise.

“Good morning, Heather!” you beamed at the “Queen Bee” girl,“Very nice day today, isn’t it?” 

“It was.” She replied, delight caught up in her throat as though you were ugliness itself.

“Ah, you mean I ruined your morning? Sorry sorry...” you kept your smile,“I’ll excuse myself.” You were busy anyway.

You were making your way out when she grabbed your arm,“I didn’t mean that... Sorry.”

As one of the few people she didn’t mind, you had to say,“You’re forgiven!”

Although the day’s grazing challenge was over, Chris wasn’t moving on; he was standing there, with a chunk of his consciousness drained out his face until an unconscious part of him must have realised the dozens of eyes on him.

“What? Is there something on my face?” he inquired to the teenagers, giving himself a reason to be self conscious.

They looked among themselves puzzled,“Um... Isn’t this the part where you tell us to vote for someone to go home?” no one would ever have thought the day would come where a contestant is reminding the host of his job.

That’s what was so concerning? Because he didn’t tell them something they already knew?,“Yeah yeah, yawn. Go then!” what a wasteful reason to pause on his marriage daydream.

Timeskip to that episode’s elimination ceremony. The teens were left more confused on their seats of wood, with the goth girl being the one to voice why.

“Um... Where’s Chris?”

Appalled, Chef clicked his tongue in reply,“You blind, girl? Chris is right-“ the co-host rotates around, not expecting Chris to suddenly own an empty flour bag of a head sitting on a neck of straw and arms skinned down to indefinitely stretched out sticks.

That thing couldn’t be Chris. It was too elegant,“...Oh.”

The real Chris was running to the mess hall where you always were every evening, sweeping the floor.

“Chris! You’re already here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be!” he asked, ushering your voluptuous figure against his,“Ah... I can never get tired of you.”

“Aw me neither, but...don’t you have an elimination ceremony to host?” It was usually his favourite part of the episode, unless you misheard and it was a reward challenge...?

“Nahh. Chef will handle that, I wanted to see you more.” ...never mind then! He lets go of you and then noticed the worn out broomstick in your hand,“You know you don’t need to do that.”

“Ohh but it’s okay!” you grinned, kissing him on his smooth cheek,“Anything for my husband!”

Choosing to stay up later against your husband’s pleas, it was just you and Chef in the kitchen, organising, cleaning.

You peered down at the large pot of sticky looking gruel that Chef must have prepared in advance for the kids. Your nostrils burn. You’ve tolerated them eating like that for weeks, but it’s Sunday, the end of another week. Maybe you could do something different.

Chef approaches the side of the kitchen that you’re at, so you turn to him having just seen the meal,"Oh Chef, do you really want to serve all this inedible slop? They’ve been eating that for weeks... Who knows how bad their health will be by the time they’re our age? How about for one week, we make them some nice delicious nutritious food?" Just one week!,“They deserve a chance to be healthy!”

To your surprise, that suggestion went under his approval very quickly via his nodding and dropping a clashing tower of dirty dishes in the sink,“I gotta admit, I was thinkin’ about doing that for a while now. But Chris would cut my pay down even more!”

Ah! You shake your head in disbelief,“He’s still underpaying you? I’ll have a word with him about that in the morning!”

But he too shook his head, taking a look in the fridge for some ingredients,“I’m used to it, but I appreciate it. No one else ever cares for the damn things I do for this show.” 

“And that’s not okay!” you exclaim passionately, coming up next to him, speculating the contents of the fridge,“You can’t just let all this hard work go unseen! Did Chris ever give you that vacation?”

“Uh uh!” in remembered anger, he slams the fridge door close,“Guy went without me! Been searching for him for weeks just to hear that!”

You gasp. No way Chris coincidentally forgot that detail when he went on that “solo” trip... How devastating!,“That’s just cruel, even for him! You know what, you have worked really hard. You deserve a good paid month off!”

His anger condensed,“Oh no, I can’t... What would Chris do?”

“I’ll talk to him.” you pull onto his arm, getting him to look at you,“You will get all the checks you missed and the vacation you deserve. I promise.”

“I...” his face softens into a smile. Not the taunt you in your nightmares smile, the real show of gratitude,“Thank you, (Y/N).” 

“It’s nothing!” you’ll make sure it’ll happen, grabbing a ladle,“For now, shall we begin making these fantastic wonderful meals for our fantastic wonderful contestants?”

He nods, smirking as he grabs a knife.

The next few days were Heaven for the contestants. You haven’t seen them this happy since their individual teams win! Heck, they were asking for seconds, and they never ask for seconds!

Your husband observes them filling their stomachs up as quickly as they were filling their plates.

“You mad at me?” you asked him, smiling.

“Nah.” He responds, tracing his lips on your neck,“I could never be mad at you.”

He was mad at Chef though.

Kidding!

“After this, you cannot make anything else for them, okay?” he instructed after pulling away from the kiss, still having a very short distance between your faces.

“Okaaaay.” your answer was melodic in amusement.

“(Y/N).” his wasn’t, causing you to look into his eyes for a repeat of command. However, all you got was another kiss to your lips.

Oh, love!

Though, on a serious note, you had your stash of fruit snacks for them, hidden in Chef’s cabinet that was still declining in quantity.

“Have this in case you’re still hungry.” you whispered, handing a colourful packet to the party boy one time.

“Are you sure? Did Chris say it’s cool?” he asked cautiously.

You shut an eyelid,“He doesn’t have to know.” Technically, you weren’t making them food.

Well, if his wife says so... “Thanks, (Y/N)!” Geoff gladly receives it, later privately remarking and sharing with DJ,“(Y/N)’s a real gem, you know? We can’t be taking her for granted. She could have been as bad as Chris man!”

DJ would add on, stirring in his bunk,“She’s not a gem. That’s an Angel.”

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

Hi! I'm new to the TSSW and BTM fandoms and can I just say how addicted I am to these games! Your writing style is so captivating and endlessly funny. I can reread the pages for hours. Also the characters have such complexity and the ANGST. I love. All my heart.

Anyway! The ask: yes! Okay let me explain: my dyslexic brain had a dyslexic moment where i ended up calling Manerkol Macaroon and now I-... (How would the Mutinty-Mule Gang and BtM react to the MC slipping up and getting caught in a situation like this cause I'm laughing myself a cuteness river?)

Morkai = Muffin ❤

Straasa = Strudel 💚

Daelynn = Date 🤍

Eledwen = Elderberry 💙

Manerkol = Macaroon🖤

Cy = (Cutie) Pie 💛

Zach = Zoni 🧡

Morkai: pauses, scrunches up his nose, thinks about it for a second, then shrugs and rolls with it. "If I'm a muffin, it has to be a blueberry one. No, I'm not comprising on this."

Straasa: his eyes widen for a second, then he laughs out loud. He tenderly cups your jaw, kisses your cheek, and asks oh so sweetly, "Yes, my meringue?"

Daelynn: is constantly trying to think up new pet names, so she lights up with delight and goes, "YES, I am your date 😍 Oooh, I'd love some dates right now!"

Eledwen: smiles shyly, and her cheeks redden with an embarrassed but pleased blush. She doesn't comment, but she goes out of her way to find elderberries and bring them to you the bext day.

Manerkol: blinks slowly for a second, like his brain is rebooting, and he has a moment of wondering if this is you asking for macaroons. He will order the chef to make some.

Cy: smiles beatifically and slides up to you, gathers you close, and starts peppering kisses all over your face. "Sweet things are good, yes? Kissing you is the sweetest of all."

Zach: pauses, then smirks as they start teasing you. "Who is Zoni? It's a person, yes? No, no, it must be a person. Should I be jealous? I'm jealous, pumpkin pie. Make it up to me."

~*~

Thanks for the lovely ask and the even lovelier praise, friend!

[twistedwonderlandfantasies]

The Boys Eating Pocky with You

Leona, Malleus, Idia, Azul, Vil, Riddle

Fem!reader

Tags: fluff, kissing

💛Leona:

 You had gotten your hands on a box of pocky while running a few errands for Leona earlier. A lazy boyfriend is a lazy boyfriend… no way around it. Of course, you’d never expect to find the snack here, as its connotation is a little too risque for school, so you thought. Nonetheless, there you were skipping your way into Savanaclaw, giddy to show your lover the find. “Leona” you chirped, entering into his room. The housewarden was leisurely napping on his bed before his ears twitched at the sound of your voice, an eye then slowly peeling open. “Hm? Back so soon herbivore?” He fixed himself on the bed, getting into a more comfortable position before closing his eye back to nap once more. You walked over to sit on the edge of his mattress, making it obvious you weren’t in the mood for napping with him. “Leona? Come on, I have something to show you.” You watched the lion groan in response before tiredly sitting up, barely opening his eyes again to meet your face. “What is it? Don’t tell me you brought another comb.” (Indeed you have been experimenting with how to brush out his ears and tail— though he hates when you touch his sensitive spots like that). “No, no, look.” You proudly raise the box of sweets to show off before Leona raises a brow. “Alright, what is that?” “I’ll show you.” You quickly respond before opening the box and take out a stick to put one side of it in your mouth. Leona looks for a few moments, observing you. After you eye and nudge your head to signal him to do the same, he warily takes the other end. You bite a piece, then he follows suit. You continue like this until your lips finally meet. Leona chuckles into the kiss before releasing, clearly amused at your little game. “If you wanted a kiss, you could have just told me.” He takes the box from your hand to put aside before suddenly pulling you by the waist so you lay on top of him. “Now come here you.” He never liked sweets much anyways, but he sure likes his herbivore. 

💚Malleus: 

Malleus was always excited to see what human things you would bring when coming to visit Diasomnia. And of course you loved showing your boyfriend your hobbies, favorite games, movies, even snacks. After getting past security checkpoint *cough* Sebek, you made your way to Malleus’s room, knocking on his door before the fae rushed over to open up, knowing it could be none other than his love. “Y/N, I’m so happy to see you.” He placed a kiss on your cheek before immediately taking the bag of goods from your hand. His future queen should never have to carry things on her own, after all. He placed the mystery item aside to walk you over to have a seat on the couch, making sure you rest from your journey. “My love has come to visit again, I see, and you brought another surprise?” He grinned like a child receiving candy. Your presence just makes this man light up, totally ignoring the sulking and suffocating atmosphere which had enveloped him only moments ago. “May I look inside?” He asked,  curiously eyeing the bag. “Of course! Go ahead, see what you think.” You answered him with equal delight. You wished you could capture his adorable face every time you’d bring him a gift. Malleus pulled out a few cans of your favorite soda, some bags of savory foods, a bar of chocolate, and pocky. He looked at each item carefully, memorizing and examining what you like. When he grabbed the pocky, you called to him. “Oh! bring that over!” You patted the seat next to you, your boyfriend coming to sit with the pocky in hand. “Open it up.” You smiled seeing him carefully tear open the box. He pulled out a stick, eyeing it up and down. “My love, what is this? It’s covered in chocolate.” “Mhm.” You nodded before taking his hand in yours to bring the snack over to your lips where you took one end in your mouth. Malleus looked surprised, tilting his head in confusion. You guided his hand off the pocky, then cupping his face to bring him closer where he finally realized to repeat what you did. After you both ate the snack your lips finally met, having a rather long kiss. “Do you like it?” “Y/N, I like anything you bring me. Especially if it involves getting to feel your sweet lips.” Malleus whispered to you before leaning in again. 

💙Idia:

You both had planned to have a movie night together over the weekend. You picked the movie this time while Idia chose all the snacks. “Idia, Idia! Please don’t tell me you have your headset on again and you can’t hear me!” You knocked on his door hoping the boy hadn’t decided to cram in a last-minute gaming session before your arrival. As you were about to start banging on the door in frustration, you heard the doorknob turn. Idia opened up, welcoming you inside with a smile. “Come on, is that anyway to say hello?” He teased, walking in with you. Idia had actually been setting up his game-room into a make-shift theater. He put up the projector, fairy lights, he even got extra pillows. And best of all was an entire table stacked with junk food. Chips, cookies, cupcakes, sodas, juices, energy drinks, everything! You thought you felt your jaw drop for a moment. You sure judged him wrong, turning over to suddenly give him a big hug. “Babe! Oh my gosh… this is amazing!” You gave him a ton of kisses before excitedly going over to get comfortable on the super soft couch. “I’m glad you like it.” He said cooly, but internally was totally going nuts. Oh gods she’s so happy! Score! Ten points for me! Okay chill… have to look like I didn’t search up how to wow your girlfriend on a date… Idia joined you and began playing your chosen movie. After some time passed of intense snacking and cuddling, your boyfriend reached over to grab a box of pocky. “Do you know what this is?” He asked with a smirk. You immediately nodded, giving him an equally suggestive glance. “Of course I know. Wanna play?” Idia responded by opening the box and taking out a stick, placing it into his mouth. You took the other end, and you both began swiftly eating it. Of course you wanted to eat all the chocolatey part, but also to give him a kiss. When your lips finally met the ends of Idia’s hair turned a shade of light pink. You released, looking back into his eyes. “Wanna play again?” “That’s why I bought three more boxes.” He grinned before pulling out another stick. 

💜Azul:

You knew your lover had just finished all his work for the day. He sat in his office, relaxing a bit before he heard the door open. “I’m not seeing anyone right no- oh- Y/N.” His face lit up seeing you walk in, forgetting all the tiredness he had just felt moments ago. “Well, you’re always a welcome customer~” “Oh yeah, and what are we making a deal on?” You continued his joke, walking up to him. “How about a hug and a kiss in return for more hugs and kisses.” Azul was a completely different man with you, a total romantic. He pulled you in by the waist once you got close enough, wrapping you in his arms while you sat on his leg. “I think I can agree to that.” You smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss. Azul released the peck to rest his head on your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your skin. “You’re exactly what I needed now. Can we stay like this?” He spoke into the crevice of your neck. You rubbed his back, letting him relax on you before suddenly remembering why you came in the first place. “Azul… I brought something to show you.” He slowly sat back up straight, looking at you curiously. “What is it my dear?” You pulled out the pocky, showing it to him. “It’s a snack that can also be used in a special game.” Now Azul was interested, carefully listening. “You hold the stick with your mouth and see who can eat faster.” You explained before putting one end against your lips to show him. “A sweet treat that ends in an even sweeter treat, then?” Azul chuckled. “Very well, I think I’ll look forward to this game.” He took the other end and began slowly chewing. When your lips met, he wasted no time in pulling you closer to extend his kiss. An idea popped into the boy's head, releasing you to speak. “Y/N, how about we make a deal. Whoever eats faster, gets to kiss however long they want.” He suggested confidently. Of course, you had no qualms with this idea, curious to see how fast Azul is willing to scarf down pocky to kiss you. “Alright. And whoever has the most wins gets to decide what happens after.” You added, the boy nodding in agreement before pulling out another stick eagerly from the box in your hand to put in his mouth. 

🖤Vil:

While grocery shopping you came across the snack aisle, deciding to see if there was anything new. You loved buying for Vil, too, checking for anything that was a healthier alternative to most junk food that he could try. You caught sight of something immediately jumping in surprise. Pocky! But would he be willing to try it? One way to find out. You grabbed a box and made your way to the cashier, finishing up your chores for the day to go visit him after his rehearsals. “Vil, darling?” You called, hoping to find him backstage in his private dressing room. You saw him sitting in a chair in front of his mirror, fixing his makeup. You looked at him for a moment, admiring his perfect posture and face before calling him again. “My love,” you spoke gently so as not to startle him. Vil turned his head to see you by the door before giving a warm smile. “Why, if it isn’t my precious potato. Come closer, don’t be shy now.” He beckoned as you walked over, a bag of fruits, water, and pocky in hand. “I figured you’d be spent after so many hours working, so I brought you some refreshments.” You thoughtfully placed the bag next to him. Vil kissed your hand in return, then took a look at your gifts. He always appreciated how you would choose his favorite things to bring, even taking into account what brand of water he likes. His eyes caught sight of the pocky, taking it out. “What’s this?” He carefully looked. “It’s a snack I really like. The thing is, it doubles as a game partners can play. May I?” You took the pocky from him to open it and pull out a stick. “Open your mouth.” Vil paused for a moment, examining the chocolate covered sweet before deciding to follow along. You took the other end and began chewing. It quickly registered to Vil that the game was meant to earn a kiss from whoever you’re playing with, smirking at its objective when your lips finally met. He made sure to savor the interaction before pulling away. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to try it, since it isn’t really your sort of snack…” you mumbled. Vil looked up at you, caressing your cheek. “My dear, for you I’d eat the whole box.” 

❤️Riddle:

You were filling in for Ace today, painting the roses. You had promised him to do the job in return for baby-sitting Grim. It was also an easy way to spend time with Riddle. You peacefully continued your painting, mind wandering and humming a favorite tune. “What a beautiful site.” You heard Riddle speak from a few bushes down. You instantly set your brush aside, smiling at his appearance. “Riddle!” You walked over to give him a tight hug. He embraced you, letting you both stay in that position for a while. “Don’t stop now, I love watching you like this. Although you shouldn’t be doing Ace’s job…” He relented for a moment before sighing. “But I suppose since I get to see you I will make an exception.” You gave him a peck on the cheek for his comment, happy he wanted to see you just as much as you do him. “How about a break?” Riddle suggested, pointing to the gazebo. “I wouldn’t mind.” You quickly walked over to grab your stuff before following him to have a seat. You went to pull out your water bottle from your bag before noticing the snack you had brought along for the day. A great idea popped into your head, taking out the pocky to open it. Riddle watched you carefully, before you looked at him with a smile. “Would you like to play?” “Play what?” He asked while seeing the pocky stick in your hand. “See who can eat faster.” You took his chin with your finger and thumb to part his lips, putting the stick in while your mouth held the other side. Once you began chewing he followed along. As you were approaching the end you quickly went in for a peck. You could see a tinge of blush spread across the housewardens cheeks before he smirked. “Quite an attractive game. Come on now, let's play again.” This time he pulled out a stick and placed it into your mouth, greedy to continue. 

[fieldofdaisiies]

Modern Drunk Az headcanon being all baby and clingy with his wife.. plzz 😭🫶❤️🥹

Of course💛 aaah clingy cute Az gets me all the time🥹

oh Azriel when he is drunk

Azriel is a male who very rarely gets drunk, but when he does, gods does he get clingy and is severely in need of a lot of love

"come one, one last step." – Azriel practically hangs over your body while you try to get the two of them upstairs to your shared flared

his head presses against yours, his arm is loosely wrapped around your shoulder

"I love you, baby." "I love you, Azriel." "Don't say it like that."

with your foot you then manage to push the door open, dragging Azriel inside only for him to plop down on the couch and immediately want to bring you with him

"don't you love me anymore?"

he sits in front of you, shoulders hunched, pouting like a puppy in rain

Azriel's hands are folded in his lap, his pout only intensifying when you giggle at him and place your hands on his shoulders

"I said that I love you." "you did not mean it. you don't love me anymore."

Azriel's own hands move up your thighs, landing on your hips and he pulls you to him

not soft or gentle, but quick and slightly rough so that you tumble onto him, falling onto his lap and slamming against his chest

Azriel kisses the top of your head, the side of your face, your temple, your nose, your mouth – all sloppy, half open-mouthed kisses

"Azriel!"

"am I not not allowed to kiss my wife?"

he presses his head against the side of yours, pursing his lips again so that they brush against your skin

"you are, but not like that." you try to wiggle on his lap, hoping to get into a little more comfortable sitting situation, but Azriel interprets this a little wrong

"you should have said that you want me naked. I also really badly want to f–" "when you are sober again, baby." "you really don't love me anymore...."

Azriel squeezes you tightly to him, his head dropping into the crook of your neck and he kisses your there

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

"say it again." Azriel kisses your neck, softly nibbling on the skin, while his fingers start to dance over your thighs, under your skirt and you clamp your hand down on his wrist

"I love you, Azriel, I love you so very much. but we only have sex when you are sober."

Azriel chuckles and nips on your ear love, "you said sex."

"yes, we are grown ups. we have done said word quite a few times already." "a lot of times."

Azriel lets himself fall back against the back rest, holding you tightly cradled to his chest

"let's get you into the shower and then go to bed."

you pat your husbands chest, smiling at him

"so you want to see me naked?"

your eyes roll on their own accord and your husband once again pouts and god, if this isn't the most adorable thing you have ever seen you don't know what is

"you don't want to see me naked?!" he looks shocked, eyes wide open, lips parted "I do want to see you naked." "you just rolled your eyes." "you are being childish, love."

you laugh at that but Azriel doesn't find it too funny and pokes his finger into your side, tickling you

you squeal and swat as his shoulder, somehow making him stop

"I love you. I love seeing you naked. I love when we have sex. but now, I just want to sleep and I want you to sober up." "can we then have sex?"

and another eye roll follows but you quickly add, "Yes!"

Azriel grins – a delighted, drunk grin that spreads over his whole face, reaching from one ear to the other, his eyes glowing brightly

"You are so drunk, baby." "Yeah, drunk in love."

obviously once showered, where Azriel totally pulled you into the shower with him (you being fully clothed), you finally manage to tumble into bed after what felt like two hours

Azriel won't let go once in bed

you are pressed to his chest, his large body caging you

because you are his and only his and–

"that one waiter...he looked at you for way too long."

"mhm." your voice is muffled by your mate's chest, his soft and warm skin, his scent of cologne and whiskey enveloping you and slowly luring you towards oblivion

"he did!" "I don't care. I didn't even notice. only had eyes for you, my love."

it is what he wanted to her and so a delighted and content rumble leaves Azriel

"love you so much."

one hand sliding over your bum, Azriel brings you even closer, his hand resting on your butt cheek for the rest of the night, softly holding onto you

[izpira-se-zlato]

JO Paris, 22.03.24

Gig report! Compiled this morning in the car to Antwerp with help form @zadig-fate and @yoda-bor 💛 I recorded everything except Katrina (bc my camera app crashed in the middle), so I'll upload this once I'm at a place with stable wifi again :D

all my buses were delayed so I power walked to the train station. Then that train was delayed so I almost missed my Eurostar. Then my Eurostar was also delayed. "That's what I call a Deutsche Bahn special, actually." – Kris ("when your first train is late but then it's okay because the second train is also delayed")

so many people I knew in the queue. From Helsinki. From London last year. From Utrecht. 😊💛

when I grabbed my number, Jan and Nace returned to the venue (and they were so pretty in daylight and in person)

Nace said hi as they walked past 😊

their postures??? Nace has definitely worked on his posture, meanwhile Jan appears so slim and small. It's wild.

Jan and Jure returned to the venue together, looking… Pissed is too harsh a word, but frowning? So we first kinda thought they were actually pissed off. But then Nace showed up a minute later, his usual sunny self, and was immediately accosted by fans. So. I assume it was less "pissed off" and more "do not approach" (and it worked)

soundcheck was Gola and Vem da greš, which we could hear every time they opened the doors (this was my last general access gig. It's EA from here on out, baby!)

Kris and I had decided to go on the balcony and got spots right next to the sound booth, where we were joined by @thisismyobsessionnow 🫶

it was warm but the sound was really good (duh)

also we had nice cushy seats like the old people we are 😂

first opener was a duo of brothers made up of discount Jure and Käärijä if he was French. Discount!Jure had a nice chest (Jure at home)

their music was eh, the lyrics cringe

Kris says they spoke french but I spent most of their set on tumblr/discord so I wasn't listening, but it was a Choice since pretty much none from the EA crowd spoke French

speaking of EA, there were allegedly 60 EA tickets though I saw numbers up to 62 (500 people venue)

JC Stewart was fun

he was told he looked French prime minister. He got confused by president vs prime minister but he also got kinda flustered. He was shown a pic and was "oh yeah, I see it"

we got Katrina opener

Nace. Jfc.

the venue was super hot so I tried to appreciate the fit while he had it on in full – white buttoned shirt with a sweater vest over it and a proper tie and glasses, going for the full teacher look except hot???

I still spent a good chunk of the gig looking at Jure though. The elevated balcony spot gave ussuch a nice view of him

Bojan was smiley and sounded way less congested than in Utrecht (maybe he's on the mend?)

Kris on the other hand was sipping tea on stage. In particular very sassily during Demoni

Kris had guitar problems at the beginning of Šta bih ja and went to Kiki to get it fixed but Bojan didn't see and so was actually worried for a moment that Kris had gotten sick off-stage. Kris was adorable in reassuring him that he was fine

they were all so mobile again

og demoni scream. In the middle. Might have been Bojan letting out his anxiety over Kris having disappeared from stage

"Kris, honey" and then that moment. What in the BoKris was that. I just turned to Kris and said that out loud bc what the fuck

There was a sizeable crowd of Slovenians in the audience and Bojan was delighted

fairly even split in the crowd for French vs foreigners, though the French were louder in yelling

the most hilarious to me moment: Bojan did his spiel about "who here experiences panic attacks?" And the crowd cheered, and he was like "yay! Panic attacks! It's me!" And Kris next to me went "I'm the problem, it's me," and literally on the last syllable, Bojan started saying the exact same thing. One brain cell. Or maybe he has the stream on his in-ears

Barve oceana 🫶🫶💛💛

according to Astrid, I looked ridiculously happy (I was ridiculously happy)

best galaxy of me version tonight. I still don't like it though 😂 it's gonna be my metulji 😂

Bojan went into the crowd for Umazane misli

it's so fun to watch from above

Vita was his trusty shadow and also a beacon of light to spot Bojan with

this time I don't think they forgot her in the crowd

Bojan made the balcony sing while he was still in the crowd. But it was mostly just Kris, Madeleine, and me, at least on the bleachers/seated part. We still gave our best 😂

Carpe Diem was not part of their "encore" but came before

no Tokio :( might be the first show without it?

fucking Novi val

the way Jure jumped up and sprinted to trade a drumstick for a baguette, it was so hilarious

he was so happy, and he first made fun of Nace for being unable to eat it

he shared it with Jan

Jan got chocolate and they put it into the baguette and then shared it.

Jure let everyone else also take a bite, including Bojan who was ostensibly singing

Nace bottle feeding Kris. What the fuck. Can someone make sure they still don't know about AO3?

no Umazane shenanigans even though Jan and Nace had talked right before it so I'd been hopeful

so many um versions in other langauges. It wasn't the longest rendition, but we also

when Bojan said we'd get the original Slovene version, I thought it would be the one he made up on the spot when they went on stage to play it all the way back? When they were babies. So it was a small disappointment when it was just the regular Slovene version 😂

Bojan asked the Slovenians if they were able to tell that they weren't playing at home and they said no and Bojan was so so delighted

he's also given the mic to people in the audience outside of Umazane misli (ne bi smel and plastika, I want to say)

he sang galaxy of me with a guy from the front row (Josh?)

not a lot of Jance, possibly because they were looking after Kris?

still a lot of eye contact

or maybe it was the fact that they apparently were out in Paris together in the afternoon 😏

my phone was so hot by the end (and I have 4gb left of memory)

after the gig I couldn't find my hat so I was worried I'd left it, so I went back in. Which was how I got JC and Vita to sign my gig memory book

I had forgotten about wanting to grab Vita's signature so if Astrid hadn't reminded me, I would have missed out

the boys got JC Stewart sick, he said his voice was going

It was raining so the boys ran out of the venue towards a van while we cheered. Bojan took a group selfie

Jan and Jure left first with the crew in that van so we assume that the others took a second car

[augustjustice]

Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱

I've been a disaster for the last month and a half and kept forgetting to post my wiggly Wednesday thoughts, but I am FINALLY getting around to it today!

Thank so much for the tag this week @tinytalkingtina and all the lovely folks who have tagged me before!!🖤💛Consider this a tag back to share those wonderful brainworms (if you'd like to):

@ataliagold @penny00dreadful @soaringornithopter @steddie-island

Because of a comment @theohohmoment made on a gif set of Eddie Kaspbrak saying it gave huge Steve de-aged by Upside Down nonsense vibes (which, I completely see the vision), the idea of Steve having to deal with being de-aged has had me in a chokehold for a couple of days now.

My brain defaulted to Steve finding Dustin first--and though he's curious at heart and more than accustomed to the weirdness of the world at this point, it still takes some effort for Steve to convince him that it's actually him. Secret handshakes and hair care secrets have to be divulged before Dustin is gasping, "Steve?!" in disbelief while Steve rolls his eyes, one hand on his hip as he deadpans, "Yeah, dude, it's really me."

"But you're...you're..."

"A pipsqueak? Kinda already had that part figured out, Henderson, thanks for that."

Dustin hums, thoughtfully, before his face breaks into a wide grin. "Technically speaking, does this make you my little brother now?"

"Not mentally!"

Dustin rallies the troops (the party) and then takes Steve to Robin and Eddie for help--maybe they were already on the lookout for him, if he hadn't shown up to pick Robin up or meet Eddie for their customary afternoon hangout session of smoking a joint and relaxing. After the initial confusion of assuming Steve must be a friend the kids have taken into their fold, it actually doesn't take nearly as much convincing as it did with Dustin to get the two to recognize him, since, well...

Robin and Eddie--they're Steve's peers, give-or-take a grade on either side. They remember Steve at this age, but with the lens of having been kids themselves. And, sure, the high school hierarchy hadn't yet been established, but Steve was still a sporty kid, a rich kid, still popular by 13 year old standards. So they know who they're staring at, once Dustin gives the whole spiel rapid fire. Realizing that Steve is now all awkward, gangly limbs and chipmunk cheeks, thought--that's a real shock, and a delightful one at that.

"Guess I can't call you big boy, anymore," Eddie comments wryly, earning him Steve's most fearsome scowl.

Even after the initial surprise of things passes, the pair of them can't stop cooing at him, pinching his face and ruffling his hair, prompting Steve to pout and grumble and tell them to fuck off about a thousand times over.

It's not much better with the kids. They aren't teasing and fussing over Steve the same way, sure, since age-wise he's landed himself right smack dab in the middle between them and Erica. But they barely listened to him before, the little hellions, and though Steve still defaults to playing babysitter, pretty much any and all authority he had has been totally lost.

By the third or fourth time they've pulled the we're older card to overrule him, Steve's had enough.

"You don't pull this shit with Erica! And she's way younger than you!"

Dustin scoffs. "Uh, yeah, that's cuz Erica could kick all our asses."

Mike and even Lucas simply nod sagely in agreement while Erica looks triumphant in the background. Even Steve can't argue that particular point, although he does huff back, "Oh, what, so you're saying I can't?"

Dustin ruffles his hair--God, but Steve really does not appreciate being on the other side of that one--and simply says, "Steve, little buddy...even before there's no way you could have."

It takes Eddie himself to break up the (mostly playful) wrestling match that ensues immediately afterwards.

It's not all bad, though. Even though at 19 Steve lets himself be a bit of a goofball, he's still used to being the "one in charge" when the party is around, at times the literal grown up in an emergency and worrying over making sure everyone is okay. That instinct is still there, of course, but...lessened when the entire situation opens up possibilities of just being a kid, even for a little while. Eddie and Robin both are only all too happy to encourage and indulge that, knowing that the general absence of Steve's parents forced him to grow up a bit too fast, and the last several years of monster hunting haven't exactly helped with things.

It's Eddie often egging Steve on to take the final step--try to win enough tickets at the arcade to claim the largest stuffed animal hanging on the wall, betting Steve he can't swing himself over the top of the swingset at the park--with a teasing, "Come on, Harrington, you know you want to."

And the thing is, Steve does, and for the first time in a long while he feels free enough that he can.

"You know, it's probably a good thing this happened now, and not, like...senior year," Steve muses, peering at Eddie where he's settled in the other swing, their shoes dragging gently through the smooth pebbles under their feet.

Eddie frowns, trying to follow his logic. "Gonna need you to walk me through that one, Harrington."

"Well, these days, I've got you and Rob."

"What, to help you figure things out?" Eddie isn't sure how much of a boon he really is for that part--Robin, sure, braniac that she was. The odds probably would have been in Steve's favor even before, though, given what mini-geniuses Dustin and the rest of the party turned out to be, especially when it came to Upside Down shenanigans.

"So I'd have a reason to even want to figure things out," Steve murmurs quietly.

Eddie's head whips to stare at him, blinking owlishly, expression a mixture of confusion and alarm.

"Stevie, I don't--what do you--?"

He shrugs one shoulder, smile sheepish, the self-deprecating shine of his eyes jarring in a face still soft with baby fat.

"I mean..." Steve starts to count off on his fingers, "I'd just barely managed to survive my second round with all this bullshit. Nancy and I broke up. School was shit. Tommy and Carol--not like I could talk to them, or would even want to, after everything that happened. And Hargrove totally had it out for my ass. The only thing I really had going for me at the time was, you know. Looking after those little hellions."

"Sure, not being able to drive, that shit sucks, but...I'm just saying, back then, staying thirteen would have looked a lot more tempting. Plus, it'd be kinda nice to just--I don't know. Get a chance at a do-over." Pressing his face the chain of the swingset, his big, hazel eyes peeking out around it, Steve adds in an undertone, "Maybe not be such a jackass the second time around."

Eddie feels a pang in his chest. He can't resist the urge to walk his swing over so he can lay a hand on Steve's shoulder and squeeze--less forceful, more careful than he usually is. "We've all got shit we'd change, if we got another shot. Christ, I sure as hell would--you're talking to a third year senior here, after all. But, I think you're being way too fucking hard on yourself, man. You did just fine the first go-around, no retcon necessary."

Steve smiles, a soft, hesitant thing. "...Thanks, Eds."

"Anytime, Stevie."

And then, of course, from there Robin and the kids use their big brain power to break whatever curse Steve's been placed under, and Eddie helps him learn to still embrace all his silly, childish indulgences even now that he's back to being one of the 'big kids.'

[acapelladitty]

For the ask game: what is your favourite thing you've ever written? 💛

Oh GOSH this is such a hard question to answer because different fics have different meanings for me 💀 so I'll pick a couple and explain my reasoning.

Puzzles and Phobias Series. You never forget your first lol. And this series was my first foray into writing a long fic and it also allowed me to set the groundwork for my wider Roguesverse and develop my voices for several of my favourite characters.

Whole Day Off. From a single oneshot into one of my favourite and most popular ongoing series, Whole Day Off is an utterly delight for me to both write and re-read. My take on Crane here has probably become my staple and my personal favourite.

Road Trip. A fun little fic in which Two Face, Riddler, and Scarecrow go on a small road trip to do some work for Penguin. Little slice-of-life works like this will always be my absolute favourites.

When The Lights Go Out. This oneshot is the first in a series which reimagines the Rogues as demons set to punish folks for their sins and this take on Crane targets people who abuse fear for their own gains. The follow-up chapter will be Riddler targeting people who use their influence to cheat others.

This was very hard to do, love! I take some amount of pride in all my works or I would not have chosen to share them with the world, but these were the first to really spring to mind! Thank you for the ask xx

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hey! Firstly I absolutely love your writing, and I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of someone making a deal with a demon/the devil and its the trope where to seal the deal they have to kiss, but the person making the deal has never kissed anyone before, so the demon is teasing about it, but eventually eases them into it? Thank you! 💛

"So to seal the deal..." The demon murmured. " A kiss."

The protagonist froze.

The demon's head tilted, an amused little smile curling their lips. "Oh, come now. I'm not so unattractive a prospect, am I, that kissing me frightens you more than the thought of bargaining away your immortal soul?"

"No!" It was too vehement a response. "No. I -" They didn't know exactly how to finish.

The demon was arresting. Not human, not quite, but strikingly beautiful in the way of things designed to tempt and seduce. They were sitting on the armchair opposite, lazy and at ease, except for their gaze which pierced right through the human and tracked their every moment. They were, regrettably, entirely too much the protagonist's type.

"You...?" The demon repeated, delicate and leading.

"It's nothing," the human snapped. They crossed the room and snatched up the demon's hand, before they could think too hard, and leaned down to press a kiss to the back of their hand.

The demon chuckled, velvet and rumbling, and caught the human's chin in one swift movement before they could straighten. The demon's hold was impossible to break or pull away from. It kept them half bowed over the creature, looking up at them through their eyelashes.

The protagonist's breath caught in their throat.

"That doesn't count." The demon's nail scraped gently along the human's lower lip. "It has to be on the mouth."

"That's a stupid rule. There's no hierarchy of kisses." It came out a little rough. Hoarse.

"You've never kissed anyone before, have you."

The demon didn't quite say it like a question, though the devil knew how they had figured it out. Maybe it was blazingly obvious. Maybe the demon really could see right through them with their strange magic.

The human tugged at their head, taking a step back. Their head didn't move in the demon's hand. They flushed, bracing their hands on either side of the demon's chair to steady themselves.

When the demon simply continued to stare at them, gaze moving hungrily over their face, seemingly delighted, the protagonist looked away.

"I'm flattered," the demon said, "to be your first. First kisses are so sweet. So full of potential. Kneel before you strain your neck."

The human dropped, stupidly, before the demon. Their fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. They wondered if there was any point lying, denying it...

"You don't count," the human managed. "It's not a proper first kiss, anyway. You're a demon."

"Fair enough." The demon's eyes gleamed. "Do you want to practice then. For your first proper kiss? I've kissed a lot of people. I can teach you if you're worried."

"I'm not worried!" They may have been a little worried that their kissing technique was awful. It was ridiculous to worry that a demon would judge them, but...the human bit their lip, and hesitated. "Does it have to be with tongue, to count, or...?"

The demon laughed softly again.

"No," the demon said. "But it must be on the mouth, and you must initiate the kiss for each to count. May I?"

"We could just get this over with."

"What a terrible attitude to have for your first time." The demon clicked their tongue, but their voice was honeyed and teasing. "I want to make this good for you."

The human swallowed, attention flitting up to the demon's face again.

The demon leaned in towards them and pressed a kiss, first, to the protagonist's temple, then their cheek, then the very corner of their mouth.

The protagonist turned their head, to catch the demon's mouth fully in their own, and the demon swayed back just out of reach.

The protagonist glared at them.

The demon leaned in again, and kissed them on the mouth. The protagonist might have expected an intense, claiming, devouring sort of kiss - but the kiss was gentle and slow. Teaching. It eased the protagonist into it like slipping into the embrace of a hot sensuous bath.

When the demon pulled back a second time, the protagonist was breathless.

"Very good," the demon said.

The protagonist shivered. They found, deal or not, that they wanted to lean in, to press their lips to the demon's, to take and feel.

It felt like an eternity of kisses later, when the demon pulled the protagonist up into their lap, drawing them close. Everything about them seemed to simmer and the protagonist - the protagonist felt strung with want, and heady desire, and sensation.

"Go on." The demon let go of them. "Show me what you've learned."

The protagonist leaned in, kissing a path to the demon's lips, and then claimed them.

They were always complimented on their kissing skills after that.

[inexplicifics]

For the ask meme 💛 with Aiden/Sasha please

“Sasha!” Aiden cries, scooping Sasha up into his arms and whirling him about. Sasha bursts into laughter.

“Put me down, love,” he says warmly; Aiden obeys, though he immediately drapes an arm over Sasha’s shoulders and tucks his sweet pup as close as they can get. “I was only down in Wolvenburg,” Sasha adds, sounding very amused.

“Yes, but you weren’t here,” Aiden says, making his eyes as big and plaintive as he can. “I pined!”

“He did, it was fucking annoying,” Lambert agrees from where he’s got Milena wrapped up in his arms. Aiden sticks out his tongue at the Wolf.

“Like you weren’t just as bad.”

“Oh, I was probably worse,” Lambert says cheerfully. Milena giggles delightedly.

Sasha laughs, too, which is the most beautiful sound in the world. And then - oh, wonder of wonders -

And then Aiden’s sweet pup, who doesn’t like to do more than snuggle and kiss very chastely whenever they’re anywhere but their own rooms with the door most firmly closed, reaches up and curls a hand in Aiden’s hair and draws Aiden down and kisses him sweetly and carefully and deeply, as he never has in public before.

Aiden thinks he might actually swoon. He kisses back, of course, hungry and joyful, and someone wolf-whistles, and he doesn’t care. They can whistle all they like. His sweet pup is kissing him, right here in the courtyard for everyone to see.

Sasha pulls back at last, flushed a gorgeous pink and smiling a shy, proud little smile that Aiden wants to see every day from now on. “I missed you, too,” he murmurs.

Aiden really doesn’t think he can be blamed for picking Sasha up and carrying him into the keep like a war-prize, and from the way Sasha laughs in startled delight, he doesn’t think so either.

(Also here on AO3)

[morganee]

remember to remember me

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m okay,” Will finally answers. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” “Are you sure? Why did you call?” “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just bored.” A beat, where Will waits for Mike to say something, to say, we can come over! but it never comes. “Sorry for interrupting you. Or just, you know-I’m sorry for bothering you.” “No it’s- don’t worry about it. I’ll see you soon, okay?” Will wonders if he means tomorrow or in another two days. “Yeah, sure. Tell El I said bye.” “I will. Bye Will!” Will lowers the antenna and turns off the walkie-talkie with a loud sigh. He’s never minded being on his own but he hates being left alone. This was never his choice. or Three times where Will writes Mike a letter.

Here I am with my fic for the @bylerbigbang! Thank you to all the mods who created this event and made it possible for writers and artists to collaborate together! It was so much fun 💛

A special thanks goes to my amazing artist @cupofbylercoffee, who's been nothing but supportive and a delight to work with!

You can find their beautiful art here!

Last but definitely not least, another big thank you to my dear friend @spicypiscesworld who helped me make the graphic for this post and who dealt with all of my ramblings throughout the writing process :')

I'm gifting this fic to @vrysorcha! Happy belated birthday Vry 💛

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can i have a 💛 reunion kiss/relief pls!

(kiss prompts!)

There’s no one in the rink parking lot when Valtteri pulls in, which isn’t unusual. The front door is unlocked, which is. Valtteri drops her things off in the staff room and wanders towards the main rink. All the lights are still off, but she can hear the quiet scrape of someone on the ice.

They’re on the opposite side of the rink when she walks in. Not one of her students–they’re too tall, and too good at skating besides. As Valtteri watches, they take a lazy half-turn, then pop up, light and airy, into a lovely salchow.

Valtteri whistles under her breath. The sound carries further than she expects over the ice. Whoever it is looks over their shoulder, mid-stride.

The jolt of recognition catches Valtteri dead center in her chest. “Lewis?” she blurts out, before she can catch herself. 

Lewis meets her eyes. Too late, it hits Valtteri–does Lewis even know–but before she can even finish the sentence, Lewis is gliding towards her, disbelief flashing across her face.

“Oh my God,” she says. “Val?”

She doesn’t look how Valtteri remembers. Her hair’s not in the braids that she started wearing during their last season together; it’s tied behind her head in a curly puff that pokes out from under her toque. The frizzy edges catch the morning light streaming in from the high windows. Back when they were younger, she used to straighten it religiously before every competition until Valtteri could practically see her reflection in the smooth, unforgiving shine. She can almost smell the hairspray now. Even the memory of it makes her a little dizzy.

“Lewis,” she repeats. “Fuck. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, jeez,” Lewis says. At least she looks equally thrown off balance. “Wow. I didn’t–I had no idea you’d be here.”

“I had no idea you were going to be here.” After all, Valtteri’s the one who’s been working nights and weekends at the rink for the past three years. She hasn’t watched a tournament in years. The only times she hears anything about Lewis are when she’s scrolling through the figure skating news accounts that she knows she needs to just put her foot down and unfollow. Valtteri saw a picture of her a few weeks ago, celebrating with George in the Skate Canada kiss-and-cry about going into the free skate in 4th. She didn’t see any more headlines about them after that, so she can hazard a guess at how things ended up going.

Lewis shrugs, fiddling with her gloves. “Yeah,” she says. “Honestly, I didn’t know either, but my flight layovers worked out this way, and then Bono let me bribe him to get in here, and–” she shrugs again. “Here I am, I guess.” She glances up at Valtteri. “What are you doing here?”

Valtteri nods towards the duffel bag beside her. “Coaching,” she says. “I run the youth team here. Hockey.”

Lewis’s face actually lights up. “Oh my God,” she says, sounding genuinely delighted. “That’s so–wow. You used to play, right?”

“As a kid.” And then she’d hit puberty and gotten just tall enough to be able to lift all the girls but not tall enough to take a check from any of the other boys, and that had decided that. “I was never very good, but. Enough for the basics, I suppose.”

Lewis shakes her head. “Nah, come on, I bet these kids love you,” she says. “It really suits you. You look–happier.”

Valtteri doesn’t flinch, exactly, but something on her face must twitch, because Lewis’s expression shutters again, something in her eyes going a little more subdued. She scrapes a skate over the ice, drawing patterns in the bits of slush collecting at the edges of the rink. The sound echoes through the empty air between them. 

“Sorry, I’m–am I in your way?” Lewis asks suddenly. “I kind of just–barged in here.”

Valtteri’s first class isn’t until 10AM. Valtteri should tell Lewis to get out anyways. Valtteri is technically still mad at Lewis–at least, she thinks she’s supposed to be mad at her. At least as mad as Lewis was the last time they talked to each other, in Lewis’s hospital room after the second back surgery, when Valtteri told her she was quitting for good.

You’re fucking running from a fight, Lewis had snapped. She’d been dropping weight that whole season, trying to get her shoulders to look less broad compared to Valtteri’s; she’d looked tiny against the sheets, practically shaking from anger or exhaustion or both. You’re being selfish. Like Valtteri hadn’t bitten the bullet and buzzed her hair short and grown her beard out this season, just to see if it made a difference; like she hadn’t ignored the way her shoulder creaked every time she hoisted Lewis up over her head; like she hadn’t done the goddamn Carmen program, after eight years of resisting. 

Valtteri had been too tired to argue with her; had left and gone home, laid in bed to open and close Instagram over and over and fantasize about posting Fuck the ISU with a picture of herself flipping the bird across all her socials.

In the end, she’d just posted the meticulously-edited, purposefully meaningless retirement statement they’d sent her the night before, then texted Didi and asked him to reset the passwords on all her official accounts.

Want me to send you the new log in? Didi had texted back.

No, Valtteri had answered, and then turned her phone off.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Lewis says, jerking Valtteri out of her thoughts. “This is–I know this is kind of crazy.”

She’s chewing on the side of her lip. She always used to leave an extra lipstick with Toto, in case she picked a scab off while waiting for their group to get called and there wasn’t time to run back to the locker room. That’s how Valtteri learned to do her own lips; ten years of touching Lewis up rinkside, Lewis’s eyes bright and her breath on Valtteri’s numb fingers hot enough to make something in her stomach burn. 

There’s a tube of chapstick in Valtteri’s pocket. If she let muscle memory win, she’d reach over and tug Lewis’s lip down right now. 

She reaches down to take off her own skate guards instead. “There’s time,” she says. Watches Lewis swallow, her eyes darting between Valtteri’s face and the ice. “Come skate with me?”

–

Even after all these years, the way Lewis’s body moves is more familiar than Valtteri’s own. Valtteri doesn’t even notice they’re matching strides until Lewis turns to skate backwards and Valtteri automatically moves to stay on her right as they round the corner. 

Lewis gives her an amused look. Valtteri shrugs. “Old habits die hard, I guess,” she says sheepishly, and feels her cheeks go surprisingly, pleasantly hot when Lewis laughs. 

“Does it translate?” Lewis asks, falling back into stride beside Valtteri. “You know. The–” she mimes shoulder checking Valtteri, lightly bumping against her.

Valtteri hums. “It’s different.” Half the kids on her team are shit skaters, for one. The only reason most of them show up to practice is because they like running headfirst into each other. But Valtteri doesn’t have any real reason to drill them into shape, so she lets them be. There’s worse things to teach kids their bodies are good for than casual, good-natured violence. “Hard to compare.”

“Mmm.” The rink’s quiet except for the soft scrape of their skates against the ice, rasping like breaths in sync. Valtteri sneaks a glance over at Lewis. She’s gotten more piercings. They somehow make her look softer than Valtteri remembers; or maybe she’s just grown into her features, after all these years. There’s a tattoo on the nape of her neck, almost covered by her hair, that Valtteri doesn’t think she’s ever seen before. She’s just as beautiful as Valtteri remembers.

“So, uh,” Lewis says, into the silence. She clears her throat. “When’d you start growing your hair out?”

Ah. So they’ve made it to this part of the conversation. “Basically as soon as I retired,” Valtteri says. As soon as she could. She gives Lewis a wry grin. “My head was getting cold, you know, so.”

Lewis half-laughs, shaking her head. “That was it, huh?” 

Valtteri shrugs. “It’s my hair,” she says. “Did I need a better reason?”

Lewis doesn’t say anything to that. They round the corner, back onto the long end of the rink, before she opens her mouth again. Valtteri internally braces herself for the usual onslaught–if anyone deserves an explanation, or at least an acknowledgement, it’s Lewis, she supposes.

“Is the mullet new?” Lewis asks.

Valtteri blinks. “Uh,” she says. “Yeah. Mullet’s new.”

Lewis nods. “Mullet’s pretty good,” she says, giving Valtteri a grin over her shoulder. Valtteri grins back. It’s not as hard as she expected.

They turn another corner. Lewis tucks a curl behind her ear. The light from the high windows is starting to creep up past the edge of the ice. It’s above Lewis’s ankles now, glinting off of her blades as they skate through the patches of sun.

“I should have said something back then,” Lewis says.

Valtteri’s skate sticks on a chip in the ice. She barely catches her stumble.

“What,” she says. “About–what about?”

Lewis doesn’t say anything. She reaches out to slow herself against the boards, gliding to a stop by the benches. She isn’t looking at Valtteri. “I just mean–” she has a funny look on her face. It takes Valtteri a second to place it as uncertainty. “I don’t know,” she says eventually. “Everything, I guess. They way they–were. About you.”

“They were pretty terrible to you, too,” Valtteri says, after a moment. Her throat feels like it’s been filled with sand.

She’s said as much to Lewis before, though maybe not in such blunt terms. The last time, it was after they’d gone minorly viral after some commentator made a joke about how they were the first pairs team where the man was the one who got lifted by the woman. Aren’t you tired about never being enough for them, Valtteri had said, and Lewis had snapped back, and that’s why Nico and I won Worlds, and you and I didn’t. 

This time, Lewis just makes a vague, noncommittal noise, tapping her fingers against the boards. “More of a reason to have said something, isn’t it.”

Valtteri squints up at the skylight. Swallows. “You’re saying something now,” she says quietly. “Counts for something.”

Lewis shrugs. “Maybe.”

The front door of the rink opens. Valtteri hears a few of the older students’ voices filter in, their laughter overlapping and echoing through the hallway. Lewis’s shoulders stiffen. She half-straightens up, like she’s thinking of leaving.

“You still haven’t told me why you came here,” Valtteri says, before she can. She has some guesses. The slight bulge of a brace along Lewis’s lower back that Valtteri might have mistaken for a fold in her shirt if she hadn’t been looking; the gossip accounts that have all been reporting for weeks about how sources have seen George trialing new partners, that they might do the swap before the end of next season, even. The Grand Prix de France gold medal sitting in her trophy cabinet, after all those years she and Valtteri spent winning everything on the circuit except that one.

Lewis stops moving. Outside in the hallway, a kid shrieks. Someone in skate guards clomps, muffled, up the stairs. Lewis swallows. Valtteri hears her throat click when she does. 

Just as Valtteri’s about to give up on her and change the subject, Lewis clears her throat. “I think I’m going to cut my hair,” she says. “After the season. Maybe sooner.” She makes a chopping motion with her hand, near her temple. “Just–all of it off.”

Valtteri blinks. Lewis is staring over the ice, still not looking at her. She’s chewing her lip again. There’s a mulish, sharp set to her jaw. Valtteri looks at her and thinks, suddenly, of skating into a twist lift, her hands tight around Lewis’s waist; Lewis’s hands resting over hers, steady and sure, certain that Valtteri would be able to let her go and then catch her on her way back down.

“It would look good on you,” Valtteri says softly, and means it. 

The corner of Lewis’s mouth twitches. “Yeah?” she asks, with a small smile. “Maybe I’ll get you to cut it.” 

A gaggle of kids bursts into the rink behind them, their voices echoing over the ice as they dump their equipment onto the benches. Lewis glances backwards over her shoulder. “Jeez, I just ate up your entire break, huh,” she says, straightening up. “I should get going. I still need to–”

“What are you doing tonight?” Valtteri interrupts, before she loses her nerve. Lewis blinks at her. “There’s a bar that just opened near here. If you wanted–we could go check it out.”

“Oh,” Lewis says, sounding surprised. “I–uh. Actually, yeah. I don’t have anything planned for tonight, so.” She looks back up at Valtteri, a small smile on her face. “Yeah. We could do it.”

Something flutters in Valtteri’s chest. “Okay,” she says. “Uh. Great. I’ll see you tonight, then?” And then, before Lewis can answer, she leans forward and presses a quick kiss to Lewis’s cheek. 

Before she can lean away, Lewis grabs her, pulling her back in. It almost knocks Valtteri off balance; Lewis braces against her to keep both of them upright, squeezing so tightly that her chest hurts. Her nose presses into Valtteri’s shoulder. Valtteri cups the back of her head and feels Lewis sigh against her skin, has to close her eyes against the sudden ache in her chest.

It’s three full, long breaths before Lewis lets go. She crosses her arms and clears her throat, taking a step back. “Yeah,” she says. “It–yeah. I’ll see you tonight. But it was–” she looks back up at Valtteri with a small smile. “It was good seeing you, Val. I’m glad I got to.”

Right after retiring, Valtteri would lie awake in bed some nights, making lists of what she’d say to Lewis if she ever spoke to her again. I’m sorry. I forgive you. I don’t. I wish we’d met anywhere else except where we did. I don’t know if we’d ever have been friends without skating. I’m glad I got out. I wish I hadn’t had to leave you to do it. Everything jams up in Valtteri’s throat trying to get out. 

She takes a deep breath. There’ll be time. Lewis is standing there, warm and real in the morning light, for the first time in longer than she can remember. There’ll be time for all of it. For the first time in longer than she can remember, she actually believes it. 

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I’m glad, too.”

[nolita-fairytale]

first i would like to say congrats and thank you for doing this celebration!! ✨✨✨ i was thinking about a blurb 🥐 for Carmy that has been on my mind forever! i keep going back to this ideia of something like that scene from Bridget Jones’s Diary in which she’s trying to make dinner for her friends and she’s doing this soup and instead of using like a normal string she uses a blue one and the soup turns blue and Colin Firth’s character ends up helping her out idk I feel like Carmy would be delighted to see something like that! 💛

slowly, slowly making my way through the rest of my follower requests. anyone else getting their ass kicked at work these days? i'm fine but work has just been exceptionally worky and i think it should stop. lmao anyways... i love this idea that @pleasecallmeunhinged brought to me and am so happy that i've gotten to sit down and work on it this evening.

It's just butter, flour, and milk. How hard can it be?

At least that's what you think to yourself as you volunteer to make the bechamel sauce for the lasagna. You've watched Carmy work hard, all day long, rolling sheets of pasta out while the bolognese stews low and slow in the oven.

It's not till he has to run a quick errand for Richie that he realizes that this slow Sunday dinner might get pushed back a few hours.

"I can do it, Bear," you offer, considering that, since dating Carmy, your skills in the kitchen have massively improved.

Striving your best to always be a student, you've picked up a few things in your relationship with Carmy, even if it doesn't come as naturally to you as you hoped it would.

It starts simply:

Melt the butter. Whisk in flour. Stir in milk. Add herbs to steep in the bechamel sauce for flavor.

But for the life of you, you can't find the kitchen twine (whatever the hell that is), settling for a long piece of royal blue yarn from the last time you thought you'd take up crocheting. Without a second thought, you toss the bundle of herbs into the milk, butter, and flour mixture, to let it infuse.

"Everything okay, babe?" Carmy asks you when he returns, immediately seeing the look on your face.

"Don't laugh, okay?" you request, only mildly embarrassed, but mostly humored by the whole situation. Carmy shoots you a quizzical look as you take his hand, gently leading him over to the stove where your bechamel-fail sits.

"Why would I-? Oh fuck, babe!" Carmy exclaims, as soon as he inside of the saucepan.

It's blue.

A deep, royal blue, a few shades lighter from the white of the bechamel sauce.

"Remember when I decided I was going to take up crocheting again? Well uh... You didn't have any kitchen twine so I... sort of used some yarn that I found and...." you explain, carefully, searching Carmy's face for any kind of reaction to your kitchen mishap.

Instead he just stares at it, and you can't tell whether he's horrified or in shock, that by the time he opens his mouth, you don't know what to expect.

"Carm?" you ask him, the long silence beginning to worry you.

And instead of answering, all he can do is laugh.

It's the kind of laugh that's full bodied and fully bellied, taking him over, and lighting him up from end to end. It's contagious -- so contagious that you begin to join in, practically gasping for air because of how hard you and Carmy laugh together at the blue bechamel.

You can see it in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, at how his cheeks turn red, with the way he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

"Yo this is..." he starts, beginning to come down from his fit of laughter.

"A mess?" you suggest, exchanging a look with your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah," he agrees enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear as he adds:

"But you're my mess. C'mon! Let's get this pot cleaned up and I'll show you how to make it for real."