#spicy nightlight

[idle-skull]

//Suggestive

Teehee gay segz

I’m sorry (Or am I [?])

[yorshie]

Oh, you're still taking requests?

Hmmm how about: 33, comedy-romance for Mr Leo? You decide how spicy and/or funny.

Thank you for requesting on Blurb Day! And Yup! I'm taking requests until Sunday morning, gonna update my Masterpost so it doesn't say closed, sorry!

Gasp! Friggy... you're gonna let me be spicy and funny? HAHAHAHA <- evil laughter (edit: oh boy. Sorry Friggy. This is why I should not be left to my own devices.)

Raph greeted you at the turnstiles with a smile, a jerk of his chin and a high five that, while gentle for his standards, sent tingles up your wrist that you fought the urge to shake out.

"Hey, sweetheart. You looking for Leo?" When you nodded, he took a step to the side, gesturing with the water jug in his hand towards the back of the Lair. "Last i saw him, he was heading back to his room. Being a wimp about the cold 'n all that."

"Hm, I'll see if I can flush him out." You gave the red banded turtle a wink, and he chuckled before waving you onwards.

Leo's room was the last one to the left after climbing the stairs, and you knocked on the door softly before pushing it open and stepping inside the nightlight lit room.

"Leo?" You called, squinting slightly as your eyes adjusted. A rustle of blankets answered you, and you saw the flash of eyes reflecting light for half a second before Leo's voice followed:

"Shut the door, you're letting in the cold."

You rolled your eyes, fondly, shutting the door and using the light on your phone to light the way to the suspiciously Leonardo shaped lump of blankets piled on top of his usually immaculate bed.

"Fee Fi Fo-" A hand shot out of the covers, snagged your waist and pulled you into mess with a squawk, hands windmilling and phone flying to places unknown as Leo all but bundled you underneath him, arms caging you in against the bed and plastron pressing into your back.

"I am not a giant." He groused, snout pressing along your hairline and the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. "But if I was you'd definitely be on the menu."

"Oh no, babe, please no pick up lines." Your complaint turned into a giggle when one of his hands ghosted over your waist, fingers finding your ticklish spots with ease and thighs squeezing yours to keep you trapped.

When you finally caught your breath, his hand had slipped up to press firmly against your stomach, palm cool against your flesh. You more so felt the soft 'oh' he breathed into your shoulder.

"Blue?" You asked, over your shoulder, elbows tucking in close when his other hand joined the first, mapping out the soft bones in your hips and gently digging into the swell of your stomach.

"You're.... warm." He said carefully, as if he wasn't bodily pinning you to the bed, as if he had no prior knowledge of how different your bodily temperature was compared to his.

You went to make some cocky remark, tease him about being suddenly shy, when his hand slid up to splay his thumb over your sternum, and you breathed out shakily, sinking down into the bed, letting yourself finally appreciate the way he surrounded you.

His plastron nudged against the bottom of your shoulder, the whisper of his scales catching on your shirt loud in the quiet between your stifled breaths. His arms tightened, banding in a triangle underneath you, thumbs echoing each other just over the curve of your ribs.

"Leo," you turned your head, voice catching when he gave a soft squeeze, heart hammering at the drag of callused thumbs over your soft skin, "we're suppose to go eat dinner in a bit."

"Not thinking about that," He nosed over your shoulder. You could just barely see the way his eyes moved over your face before they dipped to your lips. "We do have some time, though, before we have to get ready."

"And you want to kiss me?" You guessed, enjoying the way his gaze dropped once more to your mouth.

His shoulder landed on the bed beside your head, opposite knee canting up against your hip so he could reach without crushing you.

His mouth was soft, sweet, his tongue a shock of not quite cold that sent a shiver down your spine and a smug tic to one side of his mouth. He quickly smoothed it out and scrubbed his mouth once more against yours, licking into your mouth once more when your lips parted on a sigh.

He pulled back when you gave another full bodied shiver underneath him, hands rubbing briskly up and down your sides, a shit eating grin tucked into the side of your neck. "Cold?"

"Get up here and kiss me again." You ordered, unable to reach him with how he had your arms pinned to your sides.

He gave that bare, huff of a laugh into your skin, pressing a kiss to your collar before complying. "Yes, ma'am."

[porgatino]

It’s always good but not under Val’s boyfriend’s nightlight 🩵 Angel knows he’ll always be the toy, never the first choice

Anyway hope this isn’t too spicy for this site

[animebookworm16]

Random headcanons I have for the various Dragon Slayers as I think of them

Wendy can litterally taste a difference in the air (i.e. late fall and early winter taste sweet, stroms make the air taste a little spicy surprisingly (I think it’s the lightning))

Natsu knows how hot any particular item would have to be to catch fire

While Gajeel can technically eat anything made of metal, anything that doesn’t have at least a little iron in it gives him indigestion

Sting glows. Like a nightlight

Laxus always has a low level of electricity running through him, so if you touch him unexpectedly you get shocked

If you were to place Rogue into a completely pitch black room, he would melt into the shadows entirely and you would never find him again

All of the Dragon Slayers can eat their elements. I know that the show establishes this litterally episode 1 but I’m taking it a step further. Not only can they use that element for magical energy but they can also use it for litteral energy and sustanence. Say for example you were to capture all of them and place them in different cells with the full intention of starving them to death. As long as there is litteral air Wendy won’t be dying any time soon. And shadows exist everywhere so Rogue is fine. Natsu would probably be able to snack on a nearby torch... Let’s be real Gajeel would just eat the prison bars. The only two that would really have a problem would be Sting and Laxus but even then it would be entirely dependant on where they were being held. All of that to lead to my final headcanon.

Dragon Slayer magic changes a person down to the smallest level. If you were to slap magic dampeners or the hadcuffs that make it impossible to use magic, they would still be Dragon Slayers and nothing would be able to stop them from eating their respective elements.

[retrozstarz]

Some Leo headcanons because I’m so normal about him:

• Borrowed Sunita’s cloaking pin and posed in front of a mirror for 3 hours looking at himself as a human

• Loves rock music and thinks he would be a rockstar one day ( he has no idea how to play a singular instrument )

• Spicy food enjoyer - Señor Hueso got him to like spicy food

• Thinks Sonic is superior compared to Mario ( Donnie is a Mario enjoyer and they argue over which is better all the time )

• Is the one to bandage himself and the rest of his family after a big fight

• Tried to make a vlog YouTube Channel when he was like 5

• When he plays music in his room he pretends he’s in a dramatic music video and when his brothers walk in on him doing this he screams at them to leave

• had a big fear of the dark ( might still have it ) and used a nightlight in his room until it finally stopped working when he was 12

• HUGE SANTA BELIEVER, and he gets very defensive when anyone says Santa isn’t real

• Had a Gacha phase and got Mikey into Gacha

• when he gets sad he binge eats his family out of house and home

Ok that’s all I have goopbye 😁

[classificationhell]

Probably missing a post where you talked about this. And feel free to ignore. I know your sis is priority right now. But!

If Reader is avoiding sleep, what do you think Alastor and/or Lucifer do? And I don’t mean Reader is avoiding it maliciously, but more like they suffer very bad dreams/fears and want to avoid it. Or in one case -maybe later on- scared that they’ll be left?

I know with Mourningstar; they’d just throw Reader into a sling and be overly happy they’re clingy. But I’m curious about the other two.

Oh no it's no big deal I just had to wait to answer until we got home and she was comfy resting up again.

I'm pretty sure I answered something similar, but it was specifically calming down a so scared they're nonverbal Reader. Anyway it's pretty similar to that answer for Alastor. He's going to try calming them down, but he isn't the best at that since he's usually the one inspiring terror within others and his comforting leaves a little to be desired. If I had to describe him he's the dad who had to grow up too fast and finds it hard to comfort his kid but does anything for them. I think he gets better at it the more he remembers how his mom did things. In the meantime he'll listen to old radio shows with them until they fall asleep, he'll enlist Niftty's help to tire them out by chasing bugs or something which may help clear their mind before bed. He'll make sure Reader knows he will never abandon them. They are his one and only weakness he will allow himself.

Lucifer would try his best to help. Nightlights, no sweets or spicy things before bed, any and every parenting trick in the book. However, if nothing is successful he wouldn't mind sharing his bed with the Reader. He'll keep trying to help though, he doesn't want them to be scared or have nightmares if he can help it. He'll be trying to learn how to be a therapist if that's what it takes. Reassurances in the meantime through words and actions will have to suffice.

[insuke69]

Miles Morales headcannons cause omg.

(1610 Miles btw)

(1, Ima minor as well and 2, not sexualizing)

Fem reader, fluff things (Miles IS SO BF LIKE MDJDBSVHD

I’ll probably make one of Hobie brown cus I’m so down bad for him too.

THESE ARE EITHER DATING ONES OR JST HIM AS A PERSON (idk)

_.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.•._.

He draws tf out of you, like there are millions of drawings in diff styles, as if he tests new markers/pencils in ways of drawing you

He’s always saying ‘fun facts’, even if y’all are actually together already he always says shit like: ‘did you know that ___’ to seem smart and try to impress you with smartness

Wouldn’t per say ‘delay’ having you meet his parents but when you FINALLY do, he would physically tense up if you call his parents by their first name (..don’t do that shit.)

He like spicy food but isn’t a huge fan + hardly has spice immunity, like- hot Cheeto type spice at most (if you’re Mexican he would wanna try more food of your culture and awkwardly ask if normal food like birria was spicy)

His parents don’t let y’all hang out w the door closed and his mom comes in to check in on y’all

Hardly likes energy drinks cuz they’re so FIZZY

Was hella picky as a lil kid but’ll eat anything now

He has a sticker on the Statue of Liberty but is semi-paranoid that that’ll apear on the news and his dad would recognize it

If you have piercings/tattoos he’s hella interested in them, subtle and he wouldn’t ever get one for himself but he loves seeing them on you

Hopeless romantic

I feel like his love language is: acts of services, physical touch and words of affirmation (if he knows your love languages then he would actually get so soft/happy whenever you do one)

had a nightlight, and when he didn’t pack it when he first went to visions he was ‘relieved’ In a way that his roommate studied with the computer screen semi-bright.

If you don’t know he’s Spider-Man he would try to act cool/flex and shi whenever you and ‘Spider-Man’ interacted and Miles would put good word (if that makes sense)

Human embodiment of overthinking. If you text a one word response this mf would zoom across Brooklyn (webbing or something) to your door w flowers thinking you’re mad or sum

He always gives lil things, wether flowers or kisses on the cheek.

Silently admires you, always has his eyes on you. He may not always say lovey-dovey things but he shows how much he cares.

Is SO LOYAL. LIKE- he would deadass always be beside you and would be so awkward if he’s asked out (he’s so polite and I can imagine him trying to be so polite when rejecting some1)

[harlowcomehome]

I feel like jade would cry on her first day of school cause she misses her family 🥺(preschool)

“Jades first day.”

Jade had just turned three, meaning she was going to be starting preschool. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit how much it hurt you to enroll her in school. Jack suggested it, you did the same with Hazel and it helped her socially and helped you and him have more time when it came to your busy work schedules. You knew overall it would be the best thing for her, but you still felt bad about it.

It was the night before preschool started for Jade. Hazel was really good at comforting her little sister, letting her know that preschool was going to be fun and telling her that she was going to make friends.

“I made lots of friends there Jadey Wadey, you’ll love it” Hazel giggled as the two of them colored in their own coloring books at the table.

“I don’t wanna go” Jade mumbled “I’m scared.”

“It’ll be okay sissy, I was scared too!” Hazel handed her a crayon.

You felt bad, knowing she was going to take it a lot harder than Hazel did. You looked over at Jack with a pout and he shook his head, walking over to you and holding you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned into his chest and sighed, you both stood there still watching your two babies interacting.

“I worry about Jade” you sighed “she’s not like Hazel.”

Jack hummed “ you worried about her being shy?”

You nodded, “of course, I was shy like her. It’s awful” you sighed “ and I know she doesn’t understand what’s going on, and she’s going to cry and I’m going to feel like such a bad parent.”

“If she can handle this life, she’ll be fine” Jack motioned around but you knew what he meant and nodded.

“We got this babe” he kissed your cheek, you looked up at him “promise?”

“Always” he smiled “and if it goes bad, we can cry in the car together” he laughed and you did too “deal Harlow, deal.”

Jack let go of you, giving you a quick kiss before announcing to the girls that it was bedtime.

“I don’t have school until Wednesday” Hazel argued.

Jack gave her a stern look and that was enough for her to start cleaning up, helping Jade gather her crayons up as well.

You both helped the girls get ready for bed and then tucked them in. You both sat on the edge of Jades bed explaining to her that she’d be going to school tomorrow.

“Can Hwazel go with me?” She asked, as she peeked over the top of her blanket.

“No baby bug, Hazel has to get ready for her own school in a few days” you moved her hair out of her face.

“I’m scared” Jade sniffled.

“I know Jade” Jack sighed “remember when we went to the park and you were scared to get on the swing?”

Jade thought for a minute, nodding back at her dad, you were unsure if she was following or not.

“But after you got on the swing you didn’t want to leave?” She giggled, you knew she was following now “yeah daddy!”

“Preschool is like that swing, it’s scary at first but you’ll grow to love it!”

“You think so?” Jade looked at the both of you, “we know so” you both said together, giving her a kiss and plugging her nightlight in as you turned her room light off.

The two of you were exhausted getting into bed, “how did you think that fast about the swing story?” You laughed, wiping the remainder of your makeup off your face.

“I have been a dad for some time now” he laughed pretending to dust his shoulders off, making you giggle.

“You continue to surprise me you know that?” You laughed, crawling into bed. “I try to keep things spicy” he laughed, giving you a lingering kiss.

“Yeah sure Mr. Spicy, put your retainer in” you giggled and turned off the light next to you.

The next morning went exactly how you feared, Jade cried the entire time you were getting ready for school. Hazel tried her best to be helpful, which you appreciated but you were extremely overwhelmed.

“Hazel, can you see if daddy needs help with breakfast?” Your tone was stern, she could tell you were getting frustrated. Hazel nodded, meeting Jack in the kitchen “mommy has her mean voice on, I’d stay clear of the bathroom right now” Hazel warned, earning a high five and a laugh from her dad.

Jack pulled out the pancake mix, earning an excited squeal from Hazel. “Chocolate chips? Hazel said excitedly, and Jack laughed “of course!”

You emerged from the bathroom, both you and Jade crying. “I don’t wanna go” Jade screamed, wiping her eyes and tugging on one of her pig tails. You lightly grabbed her hand “Jade, stop pulling on your hair or we’ll have to do it again” Jade sniffled looking over at Jack with a pout.

“Oh baby bug” he reached out for her and she leaned over for him to grab her.

“I’ll make the pancakes” you sighed, and Jack nodded sitting down on the couch with Jade.

You opened the mix, pouring the contents into the bowl, trying to hide a cry. Hazel walked over to you handing you the chocolate chips and giving you a hug. You hugged her back “I love you Hazey girl” you sniffled “I love you too. But don’t cry mommy, you’re doing the right thing.” You smiled down at Hazel who was looking up at you, you nodded and wiped your tears.

“Chocolate chip pancakes coming right up” you laughed and she smiled as she went to sit with Jack and Jade on the couch.

After breakfast, the ride to school was a lot more calm. You played some of Jades favorite songs, hoping that would help her. You turned and saw her and Hazel holding hands, you were relieved at how well they got along. (Most days.)

When you pulled into the parking lot you looked over at Jack who grabbed your hand tightly and kissed it “we got this” he whispered before you got out of the car.

Hazel helped Jade out of her seat, the three of you walking to the school. “Mommy, you’re going to pick me up in a little bit?” You smiled “yes baby, in a few hours but you have to try and enjoy your day first okay?”

Jade looked over at Hazel and Jack who nodded in agreement.

Jades teacher met the four of you and introduced herself. She complimented Jade on her unicorn backpack and Jade was giggly and blushy after that, eager to go to her classroom after feeling a little safer.

When the three of you got in the car, all of you sighed together. “The hardest part is over” Jack smiled at you and you nodded.

“Are we still going to the store for my school supplies?” Hazel interrupted and the two of you nodded.

You had already went to the store, and gotten a few things done around the house before your phone rang, you realized it was Jades preschool and answered immediately.

“Mrs. Harlow this is Ms. Johnson.”

“Hello, is everything okay?” You were instantly panicked.

“Jade is okay. She’s just missing you a lot and wanted to call. That’s not unusual for our new babies” she laughed and handed Jade the phone.

“Hi mommy” she sniffled “can you come get me yet?”

“Baby, you still have two more hours” you responded softly.

“Then you come for me?”

“Yes baby bug, then we’ll come for you. We can get whatever you want for dinner too” you cooed.

“Pizza?” Jade sniffled.

“Yeah! Pizza!” You reassured her.

“Okay mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, see you in two hours.”

When you hung up the phone Jack and Hazel walked in from playing basketball in the backyard.

“Was that Jade?” Jack asked, noticing the sad look on your face.

“Yeah, she was sad but then I told her we could have pizza for dinner” you laughed.

“Oooh! Pizza!” Hazel giggled.

[cassifiction]

Something sweet: arcane women x reader

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Cassandra, Grayson, g/n reader

So this is that thing I've been working on. This is part one of three. Part one is something sweet. Part two will be something funny. Part three will be something spicy.

These are 6 short fics, each around 500 words, each with their own scenario revolving around the theme 'something sweet'. The next part will continue to build on these six short scenarios. Please enjoy and let me know what you think 💕❤

Sevika: something of mine

Past midnight, the only sounds echoing through your apartment were your own footsteps. It had been a long night, a fun one spent catching up with your closest friends. Knowing that your girlfriend was likely already sound asleep, you tried to be as quiet as possible as you kicked off your shoes. With it being so late, you decided to just go straight to bed instead of taking a shower first. The noise might wake up Sevika and you knew all too well how groggy she could be when you would wake her up at the wrong time. But you were also pretty sure she wouldn’t object to some cuddles after a long day.

As you approached the bedroom, you noticed a dim light shinining from underneath the door. Was she still awake? You slowly pushed open the door and saw Sevika sitting in your bed. One of the nightlights was switched on and illuminated a book in her hands. A familiar looking bookmark was sticking out from in between the pages. An empty glass on the nightstand indicated she had been there a while already.

“Is that mine?” you asked, inquisitively.

Sevika looked up at you, almost seeming surprised. It looked like she hadn’t heard you approach the bedroom.

“It is.” she replied, glancing back down at the book as she picked up a piece of paper from the nightstand and placed it in between the pages. She closed the book, which now had two bookmarks in it, and put it down beside her empty glass.

“I saw you reading it yesterday. Could barely get your attention, you were so absorbed in it.” she smirked.

“Yeah, it’s really good.” you smiled, trying to hide a blush. Talking about your special interests sometimes got you a little flustered.

“Thought I’d give it a shot. Maybe we could talk about it together.” Sevika patted the empty spot beside her. “But not now, it’s late. Get in here.”

You happily obliged, crawling into bed beside her and wrapping yourself up in the sheets. They smelled like her, a scent that you grew to love a little more with each passing day. Sevika wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close to her pleasantly warm body. She briefly ran her hand through your hair, sending shivers up your spine. As she did, you traced the blue scars on her neck with your fingers before nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck. Within minutes, you could feel her drifting off to sleep.

“Why were you still up if you’re so tired?” you mumbled into her neck.

“I like to be awake when you get home.” she said, half whispering, sounding so sleepy. “I sleep better when I know you’re well and you’re here.”

“That’s so sweet.” you cooed. “I’m here. Let’s sleep.”

She pulled you in a little bit closer, softly squeezing your shoulder with her hand.

“I’m glad. Good night.”

VI: hold me close

A delicious aroma filled the air, making your mouth water more and more with every ingredient you added to the pan of sauce on the stovetop. It was just a regular weekday, no special occasion or anything, you just really felt like cooking up something delicious tonight. You spent a little extra on some high-quality ingredients, looked up a good recipe and just went for it. The results so far were looking and smelling promising. A small taste-test confirmed it. This meal was truly going to be something special and you knew Vi was gonna love it. She always worked so hard and you felt like she deserved something extra nice every once in a while.

Almost like she could hear you thinking about her (or maybe she just followed the scent of your cooking), you heard the front door open. You turned around, eager to greet her, and heard the door slam shut again. Loud. Sometimes she would come home like that, angry and frustrated at everyone and everyone but you, not knowing what to do with herself. It seemed like today was one of those days again.

Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, you saw her looking around the place, seemingly looking for you. She was frowning and she looked tired, but you greeted her with a smile like you always tried to do. Neither of you spoke, but she slowly approached the kitchen to see what you were doing. Still focused on your cooking, you quickly got back to the various pots on the stovetop.

“Hi love.” you said as you heard her enter the kitchen.

“Hey.” she replied, clearly trying to look and sound like everything was fine, but the tone of her voice revealed her exact mood at the moment. And it wasn’t good.

“Bad day?” you asked, turning around slightly so you could look at her.

A crack immediately formed in her stoic appearance as you saw the corner of her mouth twitch at your question.

“Kinda. Sorta. Yes.” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter beside you. You could tell she was still trying to restrain herself. You gave her a worried look.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

Sometimes talking about it helped, sometimes it didn’t. You didn’t really mind, as long as she didn’t bottle everything up indefinitely. But even if she didn’t want to talk, you wanted to do something for her.

You put down the utensils you had been using and put one of your arms around Vi. She didn’t push you away, but you could feel her stiffen up a little.

“Come on, I’m fine..” she grumbled, but she didn’t protest as you put a second arm around her as well.

You wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders, holding her in a loving embrace. She hesitantly let her hands rest on your back, still unsure of if she wanted to be hugged right now or not.

“I’m glad you’re home. I love you, you know that, right?” you hummed in her ear, resting the side of your head against hers as you held her close. And as you did, you felt her starting to shake a little. She let out a sharp, shaky breath as you felt her arms move from lightly resting on your back to being tightly wrapped around your waist.

Vi didn’t speak, just buried her face in your neck as she held you even tighter. You felt tears slowly drip down onto your neck and your shoulder as she quietly let out her emotions. Only for about a minute, then the tears stopped. She continued to hold you for just a little longer, clinging onto you like she never wanted to let go again. You gently turned her around so that her back was against the stove, careful to keep her a safe distance away from the flames.

“What are you..” she mumbled, noticing you were doing something behind her back.

“Shh, just stay where you are. As long as you need.” you said, attempting to turn her head back around

“You’re making food behind me?” she laughed through the remnants of her tears when she realized you were stirring the pot of sauce behind her.

“It’s gonna be so good. I just have to keep stirring it or else it’ll burn.”

“Well, I have to admit..” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder. “this is by far the nicest thing someone has done behind my back today.”

Caitlyn: always so busy

Five past four. She was supposed to be here five minutes ago, but at this point you were not worried yet. You knew Caitlyn was a busy woman, she was always spending so much time at work. Today, you had made plans to meet in between her shifts, at a cozy little café. Any time spent with her was precious, so you would take whatever time you could get.

You had arrived ten minutes early, so by now you were a little bored sitting by yourself. Keeping yourself busy by snacking on the complimentary biscuits on the table, you tried to not look at the clock too much.

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” a waiter had suddenly appeared beside you.

“No thank you, I’m still waiting for someone.” you replied.

The waiter gave you a sympathetic look. “Date standing you up?”

You looked back at the clock. Ten past four. They weren’t wrong to assume, you had been here for twenty minutes now.

“No, no. She wouldn’t.” you assured them.

Suddenly, the door of the café swung open, the cute little bell above it ringing loudly, making the few other people also sitting in the café turn their heads in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Caitlyn, her face red and sweaty and she was completely out of breath.

“Sh- I mean, oops. My apologies” she said in between breaths, looking up at the bell above the door and straightening her clothes.

You smiled and turned towards the waiter, who was still standing beside you. “We’ll have two cappuccinos. And two lemon cupcakes, please.”

Caitlyn hurriedly walked over to you, plopping down onto the empty seat in front of you, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m so sorry. There was an incident at the plaza, and the paperwork that came with it-“

“Cait, it’s fine.” you laughed, “you’re only ten minutes late. That’s nothing.”

She reached her hands out to grab your own hands resting on the table in front of you. Her hands felt warm against yours, her body still flushed from apparently running towards the café. She held your hands gently, slowly stroking them with her thumbs.

“That’s ten minutes less spent with you. To me, that’s a lot.”

It was hard to hide the blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m glad you think so.”

The waiter soon returned with your order. Caitlyn seemed hungry, the cupcake you had ordered for her was gone withing two minutes. Some days she didn’t have time to eat during her shift. You couldn’t help but worry about her sometimes.

Even though your time together at the café was short, you thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. After only thirty minutes, Caitlyn’s break was over again and she had to go back to the station. Outside of the café, before you went your separate ways again for the day, Caitlyn reached out to hold your hands again.

“Look, I’m.. sorry we don’t do this more often. I really am.” she said, looking down.

“Cait, it’s ok. I know your job means a lot to you.”

“You mean a lot to me too now.” she looked up at you. “I’m going to talk to some of my superiors. See if I can figure something out so I can spend more time with you.”

“That’s.. really nice of you. But please don’t feel like you have to.”

“I don’t.” she said softly, reaching a hand up to cup around your cheek. “It’s because I want to. I really want to.”

Jinx: made for you

“Jinx?”

The sound of your voice echoed off the walls, but Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m here, are you ready to leave, or..?”

Again, no answer but your own echo. You knew she was around here somewhere, you just didn’t know where. Earlier that week you had made plans to go out and it wasn’t like Jinx to flake last-minute. She always loved going places with you, even if it was just something simple like getting lunch.

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, you saw her poke her head around a corner. She had a huge smile on her face and looked very happy to see you. The headphones covering her ears were probably the reason she didn’t hear you the first time.

“Just a minute! I’ll be right there!” she yelled at you excitedly. “And DON’T come over here! It’s a secret!”

“What’s a secret?” you yelled back, trying to get a peek from where you were standing. No response.

“Fine. Keep your secrets.” You turned around to face the door, your arms crossed in a mild protest. A few moments later, Jinx surprised you by attacking you with a hug from behind and pressing a big kiss onto your cheek.

“I’m working on something new.” she grinned. “It’s gonna be fun. It’s not even an explosive this time. Ideally, it shouldn’t explode at all. Anyway..”

She released you from the hug and grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you around so you were facing her now.

“This is very important. You’re gonna help me build it.”

“I am?” you said, a look of confusion on your face.

“Yes. All you have to do.. is tell me something that you like.” she said, sounding dead serious.

Something you like? How would that help you with what she was making? And whatever the hell was she making anyway?

“I don’t get it.” you laughed sheepishly.

“It’s very simple. To help me, just tell me something you like.” she said, intently looking you in the eyes.

“You?”

You giggled as you watched her face turn beet red. Clearly, that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting. But it wasn’t a wrong answer, because you really did like her a lot. And she knew it. You just didn’t say it out loud like this all that often.

“That’s not what I meant!” she stammered, “I mean, I like you a lot too, but that’s not what this is about! Okay, it kinda is, but not like that! Just tell me something else you like, like cookies or rainbows or something.”

“Uh.. poros? I like poros, they’re so cute and fluffy.”

“Yes. Good. I can work with that. Sheesh.” she sighed, but she followed it up with a laugh. “Alright, sorry, that was weird. Let’s go.” she said as she gestured towards the door.

You followed her out the door, ready to leave and have some fun outside. Holding hands as you walked, you tried to figure out whatever the little project was that she was working on. And why she needed to know a thing you liked. It was hard to connect the two, but whatever it was, you were sure she would show you in time.

“So why ask for something I like?” you decided to ask as your final question on the matter.

“Ok, so it’s gonna be something I myself like. Obviously” she explained. “Now it’ll also be something you like. Yes? And finally, it’ll be a gift for someone I like.”

She blushed a little again, but she was still smiling. “Full circle, get it?”

“I get it, yeah. Can’t wait to see it.” you smiled back at her.

“Tough luck. You’re gonna have to!” she laughed.

Cassandra: mirror, mirror

“It’s only a neighborhood gathering, right? You could wear a sundress. The weather is lovely today.” you suggested to Cassandra, who was taking her sweet time picking out an outfit for the afternoon.

“I’ve told you before, it’s not that simple. Please, don’t rush me.” she replied, sounding slightly annoyed at you. You could also detect a hint of frustration in her voice.

You sighed. “I’m trying not to. But it’s starting in twenty minutes. You need to choose something.”

Silence, followed by the sound of a dress being tossed away. You were used to Cassandra’s dressing up routine by now. It usually took a while, but you knew why. Due to her status, she always desired to look immaculate. Waiting for her for an hour just to go out to get coffee was frustrating, but you tried to be understanding and put up with it for her sake. Despite the annoyingly long times you had to wait for her, you did love her a lot, after all.

The dress she had tossed onto the floor was peeking out from behind the dressing screen. Worried it would get dirty, you picked it up off the floor.

“Why not this one?” you asked, absentmindedly studying the soft fabric. It was a simple, yet beautiful white dress with small yellow and golden flowers on it.

“A sundress is very casual. Too casual for this occasion. You show up in a dress like that and people will assume you think you’re just there to have fun.”

“We’re not there to have fun?” you asked, a little confused. “Is it not a neighborhood gathering?”

“This is Piltover. Everything is business.” she huffed, trying on another dress. “But show up in something too formal, and people will think you’re merely there to get something out of them.”

“So it’s not business?”

“It’s not business. And yet it is. It is both. And neither.”

High society Piltover politics. You never quite got to understand it during your time spent with Cassandra. To you, it all seemed like made-up rules by made-up hierarchies and titles.

“Can I please get your opinion on this one. I’m.. out of options.” you heard her quietly say behind the dressing screen.

When you walked behind the screen, you saw she was wearing a knee-length blue dress with a high neck and a tight waist. A formal dress. Way too formal for a neighborhood gathering.

“It’s lovely. But I don’t think-”

“It’s too formal.” she cut you off, sounding even more frustrated now, staring at herself in the mirror.

“Hey. Please. You worry too much.” you said softly, carefully reaching out to give her a hug from behind. She felt tense, so tense as you wrapped your arms around her waist. For a moment, she held her breath as you touched her, but soon she released that tension with a long, deep sigh. She placed her arms over yours, holding you as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“The sundress, the one with the flowers. Combine it with the big yellow sunhat, a small belt around your waist and those heels you got last week. You’ll look lovely. It’ll be fine.” you said quietly.

“I think.. I think that would work, yes.” she exhaled, sounding relieved.

She squeezed your arm with one of her hands. “Thank you, love. Whatever would I do without you.”

Grayson: pick one

“Grayson?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Would you prefer it if I brought you a gift or if we spent some time together just talking?”

You tapped your pen on the magazine you were holding in front of you, closely studying its pages.

Grayson looked up from the book she was reading, sitting beside you on the couch, your legs draped over hers as you leaned back against the side.

“Why? Is it a special occasion?” she looked at the calendar on the wall across the room. “Oh, no. Did I forget something?”

“No, don’t worry. Just curious.” you assured.

“Oh. I see.” she sighed, relieved. “In that case, I suppose would prefer to just spend time with you.”

“Got it.” you mumbled, scribbling something down on the magazine in front of you. “And if you had to choose between receiving a gift from me or receiving a hug, what would you choose?”

“Ah.. uhm. A gift?” she replied, sounding confused. “I would rather have both, though.”

“But what I mean is if you can only pick one. What about- “

“Alright, what are you doing?” she said, trying to look at the magazine you were holding in your hands, but you quickly yanked it away.

“No peeking!”

“I’m not cooperating until you tell me what you’re doing.”

On the pages in front of you was a quiz. You had noticed it in a shop earlier that day and the quiz was something that got you curious. A list of twenty ‘this or that’ questions, a scoreboard for every question. The title “what is your partners love language?” pasted in big letters at the top. At this point in your relationship with Grayson, you hadn’t been able to figure out her love language yet. One day you swore she was all about physical touch, while on other days she would offer to help you with just about anything.

“It’s a quiz. I’m trying to figure out your love language.”

Grayson looked confused. She had clearly never heard of this concept before.

“English?”

“No. I mean, yes, in a way. There’s five of them. Acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch. I’m trying to see which one fits you.”

Grayson laughed, amused and a little endeared by your silly little quiz.

“That’s ridiculous.” she shook her head. “Why pick just one?”

“Because that’s how the test works!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. “This is a real thing! I’m just really curious!”

“Alright.” Grayson chuckled. “I know something. I’ll show you.”

“What?”

She silently walked to the kitchen, taking a few dirty dishes from the table with her, gesturing for you to stay put. When she got back, one of her hands was behind her back.

“My love. My dearest.” she said, adding a little extra dramatic flair to her voice, “Because I love you so much, I brought the dishes to the kitchen so you wouldn’t have to. And if I might add, you’re looking lovely today.”

“Okay.. thank you?” you said, a little apprehensive.

Grayson reached out to hold your hand, reaching it up to her mouth to kiss it gracefully. Unusual as this was for her, those soft lips felt really nice against your fingers.

“And I bought these for you today.” she added, producing a pack of cookies from behind her back and placing them in your hand.

“Oh, I love these!” you said, excitedly opening the pack right away.

“I’m not done yet.” she added, “And I cannot wait to spend some quality time with you this evening. There, I believe that makes five.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t just do all of them.” you grumbled. “That’s not how it works.”

“And yet I did.” she said triumphantly, sitting down beside you on the couch again.

“You can’t make me choose. I will be loving you in every language I know.”

Notes: damn I really outed myself as a domestic fluff enjoyer didn’t I

Ok, this was really fun to write. It also took ages to make so I hope everyone else enjoyed reading it as well ❤💕

[idle-after-dark]

I like to think that Konrad & Lark have really rough sex,- a lot of biting, clawing and scratching from both—, but afterward they’re very soft and cuddly with each other. Lark would probably hold and cuddle Konrad, & Konrad would lay his head on Lark’s chest, or vice versa honestly. Also little kisses and soft love bites.

[charliemwrites]

Sorry if this is out of line or anything, feel free to delete, but how would Keeper Simon react to a Feral who kind of lapses into a sort of… childish mindset?

Like not in a spicy way obviously, but as time goes on and she becomes more comfortable he realizes that she’s doing this to help her process the situation. So maybe she plays with dolls a lot, or colors in coloring books, or bounces on her bed, or watches cartoons like Bluey. Maybe she races around the house, or carries a Stuffie and blanket with her, or uses a nightlight and music box to help her sleep, or even has something like a teether or pacifier to keep her mouth busy.

Once again, sorry if this is weird or out of line, but I happen to be both violently autistic and an age regressor (for trauma reasons) and I use regression to cope with and process trauma and other situations (for example I was really uncomfy and exhausted after a long car ride to get home from a vacation, and it was late at night, so I regressed involuntarily due to the discomfort). Feral gives me the vibe of maybe a more impure/vent regressor, and Simon seems like he’d be pretty accommodating in that regard. Once again just clarifying this is not sexual in any way, age regression is something completely sfw

Feel free to delete if I’m being out of line here. I love your stuff and wish you all the best!

Hi, bean!!! Not out of line at all! I appreciate you explaining and clarifying that it’s not sexual. I don’t think that’s something I’m familiar with enough to be comfortable writing, but I think it absolutely works for Feral as a coping mechanism!

(I’m not uncomfortable at all and you haven’t upset or offended me! I just wanted to respond to let you know your Thought is really good and would fit in the au)

[lowlaif]

Konpeito

never seen a star up close.

kinda wanna eat one.

and no, not one of those starlets hanging out in ridiculously overpriced LA villas - now finally available in "sustainable" minus an ecological footprint rivaling the size of their range rovers. the owner will fly in from two towns over so they get there early for their yearly yacht trip and ill activate adblock so palantir cant pester me with 50-euro airline ads to the maldives because shit, money is going to be a bit tight this month

i want to eat a star. actual heaps of gas and space dust and heat and whatdoiknow, im not a scientist, id rather not belie my words by googling the exact chemical configuration of something thats just bright and pacifying to me, something thatll melt on my tongue. 'm not even gonna chew. just gonna swallow it. the way i ate chocolate as a kid because relishing in something meant enough time for it to be taken away. the way i drink medicine because - if you gulp it down really quickly, it doesnt have time to taste bitter: anything can be honeyed milk if you clench your teeth hard enough

did you know thats what galaxy means anyway? milk? i wonder what galactical honey would be, then. whether id think its sweet or spicy, whether id like the taste or want to spit it out. if itd go down with well-rounded corners or lodge itself into my throat and stay there. fishbones. i also wonder whether astronauts ever feel scammed when they set foot on the ISS and realize theyre not going to bear witness to a sky made out of sparkling lights and silver threads and golden spots and rainbow clouds but rather just a sea so inky black it's going to make breathing difficult not just by lack of oxygen alone. earths much too reflective for any other luminescent object to be visible to the naked eye, ive been told, hence why youd just be looking at a planet so bright it surely hurts to stare at it, and i wonder what it feels like, being up there and gazing down only to be blinded when youre so used to looking up and squinting?

im homesick thinking of kids drawing earth into the upper right corner of their drawings. i dont actually know if theres stars up there though everybody tells me those pinprick lights are, and i cant breathe when im busy trying to figure out what exact level of depression the stale air around me tastes like. but something in my brain clicks when i think of shiny things and theres no empirical evidence that grabbing the sparkly stuff up above my head wont cure me so i want to, i want to, i want to. wanting always boils down to sinking your teeth into it and ive filed my canines far too often to fear the force of my bite now

people dance on the moon and i mimic their steps in my bedroom and though these are just small steps i dont know the names of the poor sods stuck on the ISS either, even though there's only been like 500 of them and they're all way better at living life than i am. my hands ghost over where i instinctively know the light switches of my flat are and wonder if up there somebody's got a nightlight, cheap plastic stars attached to their ceilings, one of those little projectors that put constellations on your walls. whether they ever have trouble sleeping and if yes, what the hell do they look up at then? who do they cast their wishes to?

never seen a star up close. never held one. but the concept is so familiar, so ingrained into whatever our shared consciousness is made out of, that i want with my molars. i itch to keep it in my tummy so it keeps me warm on the cold days and i only trust what i see so i want to look at it until my retinas burn, until the sound of the big bang echos in the confines of my brain. itll drown out all other unwanted thoughts and itll sing in the genetic make-up of my descendants long after my neighbours cant hear me sing in the shower anymore. ill cup my palms and pray into them. begging is easier when youre in position and im on my knees and i swear ill never run out of things to whisper to the radiant little ember in my hands because it is beautiful and because i like shiny things and because stars have always made us look up at them and

When I finally get my teeth on it and swallow it whole I'm sure a piece of the star will get lodged in my throat like. fishbones. in a last-ditch effort at vengeance. I'll spend the rest of my life attempting to choke it back up.

"I made it with love," I'll say after I finally managed to do so.

"Careful, it's hot."

[dragonofthestone]

Some thoughts I've had on potential things Tim has said when having issues remembering the proper word/name for things

Goose - Cobra/Snake Chicken (or just Snake Bird)

Rat - Giant Mouse

Unable to recall the word for Thunder has described it as 'Clouds exploding' leading to the sentence of "I don't like it when clouds explode"

Alcohol or at least Vodka - Spicy Water

Radio- box with voices or singing box

possibly called stars Nightlights once

Beetle- Hard Bug/rock bug

Because it's the funniest thing taking insperation from this one person's videos talking about strange words there mother has made up (when unable to remember or potentially not knowing the english for) once him calling a Merry Go Round/Carousel ride a 'Horse Tornado'

Long Water - River

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

Neil Josten hc’s based on things i do because i’m projecting again :/

- he’s vegetarian coz of animal related trauma and the smell of cooking meat reminds him of being burned so overall the experience of eating meat is not pleasant for him

- he’s slightly afraid of the dark so he has an accumulation of mini lights in the dorm. alongside the basic overhead lights, the lighting in the dorm includes: a salt lamp, LEDs, funky nightlights (one is definitely fox shaped), fairy lights, those bendy clip on reading lights, cool lamps, a shit tonne of candles in different scents + candles in glass bottles (coz they’re awesome)

- this also benefits kev + andrew too coz i hc they both dislike the dark too

- he’s a plant dad coz it makes him feel good being able to take care of something and keep it alive

- all of his plants have funny names (like the cats)

- talks to himself all the time about literally everything

- he yells at the tv when characters are being stupid (especially in horror/action/mystery movies) and it makes him annoyed when they don’t listen to him

- he loves spicy food (guys, he had to eat food from different cultures around the world while on the run so it’s kinda a given) (he especially loves spicy ramen)

- he wears a couple of hair ties on his wrist for the girls + they’re good to snap when he’s anxious

- he enjoys asmr (he mostly likes tapping sounds etc,, but he hates mouth noises) asmr is good for helping him sleep/and for his anxiety

- he calls famous people/celebrities by their first names, rather than their full names for people who are often called both, as if he knows them personally. this is partly because he doesn’t understand/care about their significance but mostly coz he thinks it’s funny and people find it weird

- he loves boba and thinks it’s the coolest thing ever

- he has an obsession for funky sweaters and hoodies (e. g. crocheted cardigans,, those fluffy hoodies,, grandpa sweaters) and printed tshirts with funny things on them

[hideawaysplace]

So you say Funtime Freddy gives nicknames, what nicknames does he give to the Glamrocks, Gregory, Vanessa and everyone else?

Funtime Freddy gives nicknames to those he knows very well, often many, depending on how often he interacts with them, in the case of the Glamrocks:

Glamrock Freddy is Beef Cake, Himbo Bear, Roddy.

Glamrock Chica is Cheeks, Chi Cheeks, CC, Cheese Chica,

Montgomery Gator is Chihuahua, Snappy, Florida Gator.

Roxanne Wolf is Spicy, Teenaged Crisis, The Howler.

Daycare Attendant is Nightlight, Smoon, Bedtime Police, Boogey Man, Sky Thing.

Staff Bots are only called Nuisances.

DJ Music Man is Bigger Music Man, Large Spider.

Gregory is Cubby, The Destroyer, Feral Child.

Vanessa is Strict Woman, Party Pooper Woman.

The Mimic is Mimicky, MiMi, Walmart Willy, Rip Off, Unoriginal, Punchable.