#they can’t have garlic bread either

[milyas-girlblogging-era]

i feel so bad for vampires like i would be evil too if i couldn’t eat garlic bread that’s so fucking sad. what a miserable existence omg.

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (4) - Back in Black

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 3.1k

-I got nine lives, cat's eyes, abusin' every one of them and running wild-

That night you came back to your room to find Enid kneeling on the floor with her fists balled up and hitting the bed, sobbing hysterically. “Enid?! What happened?!” you ran up to her, You’ve never seen her this upset unless it had something to do with her mother. Even that was back when you met her! After the first Parents weekend she had!

“My life is over, Y/N!” she wailed as she turned and more or less just rammed into you with how hard she threw herself into your arms.

You rubbed circles into her back, hoping to soothe her at least a bit as her tears stained your shirt. You weren’t entirely comfortable with people crying on you, but you figured it would be fine. “We’ll figure things out, okay?”

It was terrifying how fast she flipped the switch and looked at you, hopeful and happy all of a sudden. It made you dread her next words. “You’ll take Yoko’s place?! Thank you, Y/N!” she threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. “You’re the best!”

You froze completely. Yoko’s place? The Poe Cup? The canoe race? The lake?! “No! Nope! No way! None of that!” you abruptly pushed Enid away and took several steps back. You were met with Enid’s eyes, all big, expressive and filled with tears, complete with a pout on her face. “None of those puppy eyes either! They won’t work on me on this!” you pointed a finger at her, firmly maintaining your position on this as your heart hammered against your chest at the mere thought of being close to that much water.

She bowed down her head and clasped her hands together. “Please! Y/N, my whole life depends on this!”

You blinked, unable to believe what you were hearing. “Enid there’s water involved! Sorry I don’t feel like drowning!”

Enid looked up, tears once again filling her eyes. “You won’t drown!” Enid at least had the dignity to pause for a second before saying that. “No one drowned in the Poe Cup!”

“I will! I can’t swim!” you exclaimed just as the window opened and Wednesday came in. How did she even climb up to the window in the first place?

“Wednesday, help me convince her!” Enid searched for back up in the last person you figured she would. “She needs to take Yoko’s place!”

You covered your eyes with your left hand and groaned. Enid should have known better.

“Why?” Wednesday asked.

“Yoko had a garlic bread incident at the dinner, she had a major allergic reaction which means she’s out of the Poe Cup! And I don’t have a co-pilot because Y/N won’t take her place!” Enid declared accusingly pointing a finger at you.

“Of course I won’t! I can’t swim!” you repeated, already turning around and making your way to your part of the room. You weren’t about to argue about this.

“You can’t swim?” Wednesday asked clearly puzzled by the lack of such a basic skill.

You turned back to look at her and just shrugged. “I feel excruciating pain and light up like a Christmas tree when too much rain falls on me. The hell do you think happens if I fall into a lake?” you nodded, seeing Wednesday piece it together. “Exactly. Look, if the only way I’m getting somewhere is by a boat, I’m not getting there, I don’t care if someone is about to kill everyone I care about, if I have to risk falling into any body of water they are on their own! It’s their fault for getting caught in the first place!” were you being way too dramatic? Absolutely. Were you serious? One hundred percent. Nothing could make you approach any bigger body of water. Especially not a school competition.

“Y/N!” Enid whined, desperately trying to fill up the co-pilot position on her team.

You turned to her and pointed a finger at her. “No, you hear me? It’s a simple two letter word. No!”

“Can’t you just zap to the shore if we start sinking?” was Enid actually trying to tell you a cup was the most important thing at the moment?

“I’m not even going to entertain that thought,” even if you weren’t scared of water there would be no containing the burst of lightning that would happen if you fell into the water. How couldn’t Enid see that your canoe sinking meant not only you drowning but likely her and everyone else in the water close to you?

“You and I are going to take her down tomorrow,” Wednesday suddenly said.

“Wait, you’re joining the Black Cats?” Enid was just as surprised as you were. She got way to close into Wednesday’s personal space, prompting the girl to back away a step. “You’re willing to do that? For me?”

“I want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat,” Wednesday said with a sense of finality you haven’t heard from her before.

“Somehow I’m not surprised,” you commented evenly, even if you were incredibly happy Enid would stop trying to get you to join the team.

“Yeah, but mostly you’re doing it because we’re friends, right?” Enid kind of got the wrong idea.

Wednesday turned around, probably uncomfortable due to Enid’s infamous puppy eyes. “Tell me how she keeps winning,”

“It’s a real brain cramp. The past two years no other boat has made it across and back without sinking,” and Enid still wanted you in the boat. Despite knowing that. And knowing how you were with water.

“Sounds like sabotage,” Wednesday noticed, which granted, wasn’t a difficult conclusion to reach.

That got Enid thinking. “There are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren, which makes her master of the water.”

“Then we just need to beat her at her own game,” Wednesday decided.

Maybe you’d actually watch this time. In a tree, at least two hundred feet away from the lake. Away from all the water.

~X~

And you did watch, from the exact position you thought you would.

“Y/N! Come on! At least cheer from the stands!” Enid yelled up at you.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree Enid! This is as close as I’ll approach the lake!” you yelled back from your spot up in the tree. You had everything you needed, binoculars to watch the race, and a tiny version of the Black Cats’ flag stuck in the branch you were sitting on. As far as you were concerned this, roughly two hundred feet from the lake, was as close as you’d come.

You couldn’t exactly see it, but you were sure a Enid’s eye twitched at your behavior. “You’re being irrational!”

“Exactly! Now let me be!” oh you understood full well just how irrational you were being. Understanding and acting in a way that would change that were, however, two entirely different things.

Enid groaned, threw her arms up in the air in frustration and stomped back to her team. You watched as the teams got into their boats and you felt nothing but dread at the mere thought of being in one of those. Water beneath you, water all around you and the boat very likely to be sunken the only thing keeping you alive. Well, you were sure Wednesday figured out a way to win, but if it was you you’d be a panicking mess that would barely be able to row.

You watched the race, flinching when an axe swung over Enid and Wednesday’s heads. Yup. Forget drowning, you’d be decapitated from how much you’d be panicking right there. You wouldn’t even have the mental capacity to duck.

That would be an embarrassing way to die.

Every time a boat sunk, regardless of who it belonged to, you looked away. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the only ones left were Enid and Wednesday’s team and Bianca’s team. You bit your lower lip as something seemed to push their boat away from Bianca’s. Enid would never forgive herself if she lost this close to victory and, somehow, you figured Wednesday wouldn’t be much different. Especially after what she said last night and the way Bianca defeated her in fencing in her first week here.

Somehow the pushing stopped and their team managed to catch up and make Bianca’s boat sink, thus, with being the only ones left, there was no doubt who won. “Hell yeah!” you cheered, pumping your fists up in the air so hard you nearly fell off the branch.

~X~

Somehow you couldn’t say you were surprised that almost the entire school cheered for Ophelia Hall’s victory. Well, from what you could see it was more for Bianca’s loss, but still, you doubted Enid, who was soaking up all the attention and smiling back at the students, was complaining.

Wednesday didn’t look so pleased. In fact, she looked like she was in an ever worse mood than she usually was. Finally, it looked like she reached the breaking point and left the crowd.

You gave her a minute and then went after her. You could understand on some level that she felt uncomfortable given the situation. You didn’t expect to hind her sitting on the ground, leaning back against the Edgar Allan Poe’s statue.

“Overwhelmed?” you approached her carefully, ready to leave at the smallest sign she didn’t want you there.

“Unsettled,” she corrected you, but otherwise didn’t show any negative reactions to your presence.

You nodded at that, smiling just a bit at her and motioning to a spot half a dozen feet away from her. “Do you mind if I sit with you? I’ll leave if you do, you just need to say a word.”

Wednesday watched you for a few moments. “I don’t mind,” she eventually replied, so you sat there, as silent as she was. Maybe it was because she didn’t mind you were a raiju, or maybe there was just something about her, but you felt at peace around Wednesday. There was just something predictable about her. Well, maybe predictable wasn’t the right word, but there were patterns in her behavior, she was cold, but she was honest, when you interacted with Wednesday you knew exactly what not to expect and that was enough. Maybe it was the way everything about her contrasted everything about your powers. Loud to her quiet. Brief bursts of energy to her consistent and constant flow. Bright to her dark. Destruction to her creation…

Wednesday looked up and suddenly seemed to shift all of her attention to the statue. “Y/N,” she spoke your name.

“Hmm?” you tilted your head to the side, waiting for her to explain what she noticed.

“What are you doing down here?” Enid burst the bubble you two created as well as prevented Wednesday from telling you what she found.

“Hiding. People keep randomly smiling at me. It’s unsettling,” Wednesday explained as she got up and you took that as your cue to get up as well.

“It’s called having your moment! You took down Bianca Barclay, try to enjoy it,” Enid led the two of you back to the pentagon wrongly named Quad. “The girls wanna know if you wanna hang out later. Oh, come on, it won’t kill you.”

“I’ll think about it,” Wednesday replied after a brief thought.

“Great!” Enid went back to other girls from Ophelia Hall.

“So, what did you see?” you finally asked, bringing focus back to the moment before Enid showed up.

“I’ll tell you later,” Wednesday decided when she noticed Weems approaching the two of you.

~X~

That later didn’t quite come, at least not before you fell asleep, completely unaware of Wednesday's plans for that night. You were a light sleeper, you had to be, otherwise you could risk not noticing rain or storm until it was too late. So, when you heard the window opening your eyes snapped open and you carefully took the covers off. A brief look around the part of the room you could see made you notice Wednesday wasn’t in her bed. “Wednesday?” you called out, loud enough for her to hear if she was the one that came in, but not loud enough to wake Enid up.

The silence followed by footsteps heading toward Wednesday’s deck was all the answer you needed. With a sigh you pushed your body off the bed and changed into a red T-shirt and black trousers, there was no way Wednesday would take you seriously in pajamas, even if they weren’t as colorful as Enid’s.

The first thing you noticed when you rounded the corner was the book she opened on her table. “Is that the book you were looking for?” you walked over to the table and, mostly instinctively placed a hand on the back of Wednesday’s chair as you leaned forward to look at it.

“Yes,” Wednesday replied, for now not reacting to your proximity. You weren’t touching her, so maybe this was fine. She flipped the pages until she reached a half ripped picture and set the half she took from Rowan next to it.

“Crackstone?” you couldn’t help but recognize the man on the picture.

“You know who this is?” Wednesday immediately turned to you and you took a step back, realizing now just how close the two of you were.

You went and leaned back against the wall next to her desk. “You don’t live in Jericho for four years and somehow avoid learning about him. Jericho’s founding father, from what I heard he despised outcasts. Nearly wiped them out four centuries ago,” you explained, but it didn’t make sense. How was a man that lived all that time ago related to Wednesday?

“How do I learn more about him?” Wednesday asked, for a moment you felt nervous at having all of her attention on you.

“Uh, The Pilgrim World might be a good start,” you figured. “Just find a way to get volunteer work over there and I guess you’re all set. I’ll trade with you if I get it and you don’t. Though, knowing Weems neither of us are getting it.”

“Why?” there was that small head tilt again.

“She’ll probably want to keep me close, so I don’t get into trouble again this year and I don’t think she’d put you in The Pilgrim World, in case you end up causing trouble,” you grinned a bit. “Now, how about you tell me why you didn’t bring me along?”

Wednesday looked down at the picture. “This doesn’t concern you,” she stated evenly.

“Like hell it doesn’t. Someone killed Rowan, who tried to kill you, and you are my roommate, you might need a lightning beast as back up against oversized Gollum,” you replied, resisting the urge to cross your arms and take a more defensive stance.

“I don’t intend to rely on you,” okay, that stung.

“Why not?” you still asked, wondering if you could have a proper conversation with Wednesday about the topic.

“Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth,” your eyes widened as she said that, as if reciting her own personal rules in life.

You grinned widely, recognizing the quote. “Yet he sounds almost entirely different when talking about love,” the stoic mask broke for a few moments as Wednesday, surprised at your words, actually blinked a few times, averting her gaze from you. “It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it,” you fired back with a quote, one that she clearly recognized.

“Such sentiments fit my parents, not me,” Wednesday looked you in the eyes, fierce, a cold flame burning within them.

“No, I guess it doesn’t. Which one does then? Aside from the one you just quoted at me?” you knew you were pushing, but the hint of intrigue and wonder in her eyes made you keep doing it. Made you push until you pushed too far, regardless of where that might lead you.

“Hell is other people,” a simple, short quote, and you had to admit it told you a lot about Wednesday, probably more than she dared to realize.

“Ah, I see,” you nodded, smiling right at her. “I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become,” once again she avoided your gaze. “We’re saying the same thing, just with different words. I think there’s a lot of beauty in that,” you didn’t dare phrase it as a question, you just glanced outside the window before looking at Thing. He seemed uncertain of what he was witnessing at the moment. Was it a side of Wednesday he didn’t get to see often? If so, you felt a sense of pride at that.

“Perhaps,” Wednesday agreed after some silence. “I prefer to stay away from that phrasing,” there was something different in her eyes at the moment. Was the fact you went and repeatedly quoted Sartre back at her that impactful?

“Of course. You are you, nothing else would fit,” you dared to take a step closer to her, leaning against the side of her table. “Say, Wednesday,” you motioned toward the picture with your head. “What kind of life will begin on the other side of this?” you asked her.

“Bold of you to assume this will qualify as despair,” she retorted, showing once again just how well she knew Sartre. ‘Life begins on the other side of despair,’ Sartre once said and that picture looked like despair to you. A desperate situation where the fate of the entire school, filled with werewolves, sirens, gorgons, vampires, a school that had you, a raiju, still rested on the back of one girl that wasn’t a part of any of those groups.

You looked her in the eyes, losing every sense of time, it could have been a minute, or an hour. You didn’t know how drowning felt, but somehow you decided you were drowning in her eyes. In those black, emotionless eyes… Somehow, during that night, you felt as if something shifted just slightly between the two of you.

And you weren’t sure either of you realized it.

A/N: So, between being sick at the moment and my free time significantly dropping soon enough I'll try to get chapter 5 in a few days and after that, the story will have to slow down a bit. I'll try to get a chapter out once a week, but there's no way I'll be able to repeat the Lost update pace. Thanks for reading, see you next time!

[mari-the-bimbo]

so i do have few ideas, not sure if youll like them but ill still type them 😌 (no particular guys but geto and sukuna shall do the trick? geto my love 😭)

cooking with them, shopping with them, and what i think an interesting concept could be, if their non sorcerer roommate (y/n) gets into a situation with them and they suddenly develop a cursed technique (maybe it was just born because of the sheer willpower to change the situation?

im sorry if these ideas suck im literally thinking of them while pooping so they might be .. shit 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Cooking with Dorm mate Sukuna

A/N: I appreciate you thinking of ideas for me while pooping 😂 thank u pookie 🙏💗 And thank to everyone else ideas too! <33

With your interviews coming up and you being busy with practicing, Sukuna started to miss you, as much as the grump wanted to barge into your room and tackle you to the floor for attention, he knew the mature thing to do is to let you be, and provide any help he can. So here he was making lunch for you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as you watched the man make lunch for you. You were definitely surprised.

Watching the big scarily sexy, pink haired man flexing his muscular broad shoulders as he cuts the onions, wearing nothing more than an apron is not for the weak either.

“Wow I didn’t know you knew how to cook!” You teased him as you walked into the kitchen, knowing damn well he can.

He side glares at you before speaking “I WILL hit you with this pan right now” he says very casually.

You laugh at his impatience, and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stifling a laugh as you feel him slightly lean back into your embrace.

“Thank you for making lunch ‘kuna” you say gratefully into his muscular back. He hums in response, before replying.

“Make you lunch, drive you to campus, guess I’m just your personal slave yeah doll?”

“My favourite slave if that makes you feel any better” you reply.

But instead of responding, he leans further back into your embrace, but this time he puts all his heavy weight on to you, making you seconds away from being crushed by the big beefy thug.

“Ah!! Sukuna! You’re gonna crush me you big buffalo!” You complain, eliciting an evil laugh from the man, who found your tiny body trying to fight him off hilarious. “That’s the plan” he chuckles, without taking his eyes off the garlic bread he was cutting up. “Moveeee” you angrily muffle against his back which was pressed into your face.

He finally moves once he was satisfied. He smiles charmingly as you glare at him, and reaches out to pinch your cheeks, further making your cheeks puff in annoyance.

“How dare you try to crush me! I-“ your sentence is cut off as Sukuna feeds you some of the garlic bread, effectively shutting you up. “Taste good little one?” He asks as he turns back to frying the chicken. “Yup” you say with a nod.

He looks at you momentarily before speaking, “God, you’re like a baby, gotta give you food to keep you quiet”

You laugh before teasing the pink haired man. “Well that’s because I am your baby” you say with a flirty smile.

You watch him smirk as he turns off the heat, and faces you. “Oh yeah?” He says with an amused raised eyebrow.

“Yeah”

He chuckles before grabbing you and picking you up to place you on the counter top. “Pretty baby aren’t you?” He says as he inches closer to your lips. “Yep” you reply again. He grins ear to ear before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a rough kiss.

You can’t help but smile as you kiss him back. “Finally giving me some attention you brat” he says as you pull away.

“You always have my attention you meanie” you say with a sweet smile.

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 3

Even though has vigilantes they Batfam drive several different vehicles, most of them don’t have a license or got it late. Steph,Cass,Duke, and Damian don’t have licenses. Dick,Tim, and Barbara have licensed, Jason has a fake license due to the fact he and Bruce were supposed to declare him not dead but both have forgotten and he just gets Barbara to update it if it expires.

Speaking of cars I feel like those that can drive have favorite or one specific vehicle that use.

Bruce drives an all grey Lamborghini or a red Porsche.

Dick has a older Porsche in green.

Barbara had a yellow buggy when she was younger but now she has a black SUV.

Tim usually takes one of Bruce’s Mercedes.

Jason has two motorcycles and a older impala he fixed up in his spare time.

Damian likes to paint his sisters nails, he finds it calming. Stephanie is his favorite, Cass only likes her nails painted sometimes not all the time and Babs picks at her nails when she’s stressed. Stephanie let’s him pick the color and the just sit in his room while he paints.

Bruce has a large collection of alcohol but he himself doesn’t drink.

Alfred has a notebook with a contact for each family member in case they won’t listen to him or needs help. Bruce has Clark, Dick has Wally, Jason has Roy, Tim has Conner, Damian has Jon, and Barbara has Dinah. If plan A fails he’ll call plan B for any of them. Diana.

Tim has Hypoglycemia.

Dick has the most tattoos. It’s only five and their all small.

Bruce can’t stand the smell of gasoline it reminds him of when he lost Jason.

Alfred will order pizza once a month. One to give him a break and two because no eats the same pizza so he has order everyone their own whole pizza. It goes as followed.

Bruce doesn’t really like pizza that much but he eat what kind Alfred orders him, Dick is a Hawaii pizza Guy pineapple and all, Jason likes Buffalo chicken pizza, Tim likes pepperoni, Damian of course gets vegetarian, Duke what pepperoni and nothing else, Stephanie like plain cheese, Cass likes Pepperoni and and black olives, Barbara likes Supreme,and Alfred doesn’t like pizza he likes the cheesy garlic bread or flatbread pizza.

Personally I think of Jason has either half Latino and Italian or Puerto Rican, Tim has Korean American.

In that same vein, I see the Batfamily in this height range: Jason is 6’2-6’3, Bruce is 6’2,Alfred is 6’1, Duke is 6’0, Dick is 5’11, Barbara is 5’10, Stephanie and Cassandra are 5’9,Tim is 5’8, Damian is 5’5.

Also, we all know Tim is Bi,Selina is Bi and Kate is a lesbian. I see the other Bats as different sexual orientation as well. Dick is Pan, Jason is Asexual, Stephanie is Pan, Cass and Damian are both Aromatic, Duke is straight, and Barbara is Bicurious but is comfortable to enough to appreciate beautiful women. Bruce is Bi and just doesn’t know it yet.

Cass is very good a tending to different hairstyles and textures. She braids Babs,Steph and Dick’s hair. She’s also helps Damian and Bruce with their hair due to over styling it putting to much product in their hair. She also cuts Dick’s hair when it gets to long and greasy.

Duke is very good baking and his sweets are high on everyone’s lists like Alfred.

Stephanie definitely is the Big Sister Damian always needed. She pranks him, teases him about his crushes, but she also leaves her apartment window unlocked for Damian to enter at anytime of the night when he feels overwhelmed and doesn’t want to go to Bludhaven. She takes him to his favorite art supply store in Gotham Heights, and even gifts him stuff for his next project.

Tim is definitely the lost child of Dick and Barbara. Even though the two aren’t together and have different relationships(another head cannon), Tim is pretty much their child of divorce. They both have check his location to make sure he’s not trying to burn down LexCorp, or if he hasn’t left is room for three days straight Tim might find it strange that all tech disabled except for his phone but it’s reprogrammed to only call Barbara and only then will she fix it devices. Dick will just randomly enter Tim’s office at Wayne Enterprises and will mess with his stuff while Tim’s on a zoom meeting. And once he’s done he will ask Tim what’s their plans for lunch.

Selina and Talia both will make random trips to Wayne Manor to check on their children. Selina has threatened Bruce’s life numerous times for shouting at Dick or Duke. Bruce has woken up in the middle of the night to a dagger drawn to his throat he knows it’s Talia and all she says is, “Don’t make me have to have this talk again beloved, I’d hate for poor Alfred to have to clean up your room.”

Tim and Damian both hate mint chocolate chip ice cream. Cass finds it enjoyable and will help eat their portions if she needs to.

Duke taught Damian how to play Spades, and in return Damian taught him to paint so he could paint his girlfriend a gift for their anniversary.

[qwertycake]

more qpr fluffy squishy platonic writing prompts! wahoo!! part two!!! :)

Same disclaimer applies as my first post - these are aro- and ace-spec centric, may only work for shortform fiction, and feel free to tweak them to be less specific/more specific to specific characters.

Specific is a weird word lol

Anyways…

“We both get caught out in the rain and wait out the weather under the same shelter, and either we’re meeting for the first time or we have a nice excuse to hang out together” AU

“You annotate a book for me and I annotate it right back for you, and we keep passing the book back and forth until its a mess of affectionate scribbles that we keep on the coffee table” AU

"It's hot outside and you love the heat but I hate it and you're being stupidly nice and sweet to me while I'm a grouchy mess" AU

"I can teach you how to play this instrument if you stop DISTRACTING ME by looking so ENDEARING AND INFATUATED" AU

"Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes" AU

"We're both too tired to take care of ourselves because of sickness/work/school/whatever but we immediately find the energy to take care of one another via making tea and grabbing blankets" AU

"We trade clothes for Halloween and do terrible impersonations of one another" AU

"We have a bunch of unfinished craft projects between the two of us and decide to just... finish them all in one day... 24 itty-bitty hours... oh boy..." AU

"We recreate a terrible low-budget movie together" AU

"On Valentine's Day, we decide to make a bunch of garlic bread and cake, and buy each other flowers in the colours of our respective aro-/ace-spec flags... and then the day after, we buy all the chocolate that's finally gone on sale" AU

“I teach you how to do make-up because for one reason or another you’re unfamiliar with it” AU

“Fake dating and having dramatic break ups over silly things in public for shits and giggles” AU

“So, the world might have just ended… so guess who has two thumbs and a bunker that desperately could use a roommate?” AU

“We’re made to play seven minutes in heaven at a party and after a few awkward minutes of silence we both decide to just order a pizza or something while we wait out the seven minutes” AU

“Hey, you can dance, and I can’t, teach me— no, I don’t care that I’ve got two left feet, teach me!” AU

“We’re both artists, maybe of different skill levels, and we decide to draw/paint/make art of each other” AU

“I’m a night owl and you’re more of a day person, so whenever we stop texting because you have to go to bed, I’m stuck laying awake thinking about you Please Enjoy Waking Up To A Bunch Of Messages” AU

“I’m a day person and you’re more of a night owl but I struggle to fall asleep because I’m stuck thinking about how lucky I am to be your friend Hey I Think I Could Stay Up For An Extra Ten Minutes” AU

“We’re both nervous about going to the gym alone so we try going together… but neither of us have the guts to get out of the car so we just go for a walk or something instead” AU

“You’re super into sports and exercise and I’m just getting into it but you hype me up so I’m less nervous about getting started” AU

“I bake a whole bunch, you cook big meals… at the same time of day - our kitchen is chaos” AU

“It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re hanging out at a party and everyone’s speculating that we’re gonna have our New Year’s Kiss together but the New Year comes and we just do a weird handshake” AU

“Non-Fatal Hanahaki Disease AU where we’re some of the few people who don’t experience it because we’re content with whatever non-romantic thing we have together… but we both have hay fever and are very annoyed by the constant barrage of flower petals around us and have to tell our friends to Please Stop Crushing On The Random Barista At Starbucks It’s The Third Time This Week You Are KILLING US” AU

“We’re both alien test subjects who’ve never met before and have to try and plan our escape - bonus points if the aliens are specifically testing for something like amatonormative like All Humans Fall In Love and we’re the black swans of the research since they apparently abducted Only Romantic Allosexuals Aside From Us Somehow” AU

“It’s midnight and you show up on my doorstep unannounced after a long while of us drifting apart, what on earth happened?” AU

“We’re both capable of granting wishes - you’re the monkey’s paw and I’m the guy who’s stuck remedying all the messed up things you have happen to people What Is Wrong With You” AU

And finally…

“I’m laying on the couch at a party drunk/high/exhausted/whatever and you’re looking after me, having only met me that night - I proceed to ramble about how embarrassed I’ll be when I’m older and think back to how I made a fool of myself in front of someone I wanted to be friends with really badly… but luckily for me, you’re flattered that I think you’re super cool” AU

[evandarya]

This is my entry into the BatPham Disney AU summer event!

Shaytan Alhufra

The Hunchback of Notre Dame AU

[Read on Ao3]

Day 1

(Death/Resurrection)

“Mom and Dad are out this weekend, and Jazz is planning on spending the whole time at the library, if you guys want to come over,” Danny said conversationally one day over the lunch table as he stirred the gravy into what passed for mashed potatoes.

“Can’t.” Sam stabbed a cucumber slice out of her salad angrily. “My mom is taking me dress shopping for some party over the summer.”

“Me, either, dude,” Tucker said, struggling to open his milk carton. “Lex Corp is unveiling a new prototype drone and I want to watch the live demonstration. Last time something caught on fire, it was awesome.”

“Oh, okay.” Danny squashed his disappointment and fear. He really didn’t want to be alone in the house right now. Not with the empty hole in the wall in the basement. His parents said the portal didn’t work, that it might never work if they couldn’t figure out what was going on with it, but that didn’t stop the feeling that something was lurking in the darkness, beckoning to him. “Maybe I can come over and watch it with you?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Tucker said, giving up on his mangled milk carton. Sam took it with a sigh and opened it easily and handed it back to him. “You boys have fun. I’m going to try to negotiate for only one petticoat this time.”

“Ew, people still wear those?” Tucker asked, recoiling from her with a grimace.

“No, and I don’t know why Mom insists I do.”

Danny couldn’t stop himself from laughing at his friends' dual looks of disgust. This weekend would be fine. He would be fine.

***

Danny unlocked the front door to the empty house and let himself in. It was dark, but enough light was filtering in through the living room windows that he didn’t feel the need to turn on a light. He locked the door behind himself and made his way to the kitchen. Tucker’s family was great. They never treated him any differently for what his parents did for a living and avoided the subject since they knew it made him uncomfortable. His parents studied ghosts, something that can’t even be proven. How did they expect him to make friends when he was the but of all the other kid’s jokes on career day?

Danny sighed and filled a glass with water from the sink. Even the city water was safer to drink than the pitcher in the fridge, stored next to ectoplasm samples, because why would they put a fridge in the lab when they have a perfectly good one in the kitchen? Mr. Foley had cooked dinner, spaghetti, and meatballs with garlic bread and salad, and Danny was always thankful for a dinner he didn’t have to kill a second time. He finished his water and put the glass in the almost full dishwasher. He should run it, but he didn’t know if Jazz would eat when she came home, so he left it. He could run it in the morning either way.

Right now he wanted to go to bed and sleep while his parents were out and the constant noise from the lab was at an all-time low. It was never really quiet in the lab, with too many machines whirring and beeping with ongoing experiments, too much electricity surging through the wires, but without his parents tinkering and exclamations of discovery or disappointment it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Danny walked quickly past the basement door and headed up the stairs to his room. He made it about halfway when he heard it. There was a skittering. Something was moving around in the lab. A mouse? He hoped not. He saw what ectoplasm did to hotdogs, he did not want to see what it did to a mouse. He opened the basement door on silent hinges and padded his way down the stairs. He didn’t dare turn on a light in case he scared the mouse away. He crept across the lab, eyes on the edges and corners of the room where he knew mice liked to hide. He didn’t see anything, but it was pretty dark.

He heard it again, the quiet almost non-existent whisper of tiny feet on metal from behind him. He turned, dread pooling in his stomach, toward what he knew was behind him. The empty void of the broken portal. Its metal jaws stretched seven feet in each direction, but it felt much bigger than that. Cables and wires hung from the walls and spilled from its open end like the tongue of some great beast. Someone could mistake it for dead, but Danny felt in his gut that it was sleeping. The beast was sleeping and a mouse was running around in its mouth. He didn’t know what it was that made him take a step forward, to enter that great maw. Some stupidity or bravery took hold of him and he placed one foot into the void. Then the other. Then one more step and his foot caught on a loose cable.

You hear, sometimes, of how people in extreme situations say the world slowed down around them. He and Jazz had watched a documentary about it, once. The doctors they had talked to said it had something to do with the adrenaline and your body’s reaction to sudden stress. It had never really come up again. He was so rarely in life-threatening situations. But as soon as his foot caught on the cable and he started tipping forward he saw everything. His hands shot up on their own accord, he saw the button, grey like the surrounding metal, and felt it hit his palm and depress. He heard the beast around him wake up and shudder to life. A ball of green fire built in the depths of its throat and sparked along the metal, raced up his arm and across his chest. He saw it all before the pain registered. He barely had time to scream before everything went green and then faded to black.

***

Ra’s Al Ghul walked into the chamber like he owned the world. In essence, he did. He owned the world and ruled it from the shadows, the same way he had been doing for centuries. He was rarely surprised anymore, and when something did happen to surprise him he often took interest in it. He circled the pool of Lazarus water, his underlings bowing their heads in deference or fear, he didn’t care which. Something was happening that he had never seen before. The pool was bubbling, almost like it was boiling, except the temperature hadn’t changed. A dark vapor poured off the surface and gathered and swirled around the roof of the chamber. It hung there like a cloud threatening a storm.

Suddenly he saw something in the water, something pale white floating up to the surface.

“Everyone out,” He said quietly. He needn’t shout, everyone obeyed him without question. Soon he was alone in the room watching whatever it was slowly make its way to the surface. It took several minutes and several more slow circles of the pool for the body to emerge. Ra’s carefully pulled the body from the water and laid it down on the cool stone. It was a boy, young, maybe mid-teens, with pale skin tinged blue and hair as white as fresh snow. The clothes he had been wearing, a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, were in tatters, burned away and barely hanging on. Ra’s checked the boy’s neck for a pulse. He didn’t find one, instead, he found a green mark like lightning branching up his neck and face, and disappearing under the collar of his ruined shirt. Ra’s pulled the garment off and it practically disintegrated in his hands. The lighting stretched across the boy’s chest and down his left arm, ending in a nasty-looking burn on his palm that oozed a vibrant green fluid.

“Pit demon.” he spat, standing up quickly and taking a few steps back. He had heard of them and read about them in texts. How they had come out of the pits and wreaked havoc on whoever was unfortunate enough to be near. How they bled a green more vibrant than anything that occurred in nature, even the pits paled in comparison. Ra’s had half a mind to separate its head from its body and bury them in separate parts of the world before it woke up and started causing problems. But then it stirred and choked, sitting up quickly and vomiting Lazarus water onto the stone floors. Its arms shook as it held itself up. Then it stood up, rising on unsteady feet that quickly left the ground. It’s arms flailed in wide circles and it wobbled in the air. It was like it had never flown before like it was a baby. A cruel smile found its way onto Ra’s face. The Lazarus pits had given him a baby pit demon, and he had an idea of how it could be of use to him.

He was even kind enough to bestow upon it a name: Shaytan Alhufra, Demon of the Pit.

[sttoru]

sukuna is better than a phone since getting dcked down by sukuna > playing candy crush and taking a 'which garlic bread are you' quiz thanks

LMAOOO the comparison is killing me 😭 but so trueeeee , having sukuna around is actually fun too bcs that man would NOT let you get bored ever :3

tell sukuna you’re bored and he’d either fuck the soul out of you until you can’t think anymore or - if sukuna is in a good mood - he’ll take you out to see different places around the palace like a hot spring somewhere in the mountains, takes u on little trips (with the excuse that its for business reasons) and tbhhh will let you do some hobbies like cooking knitting or if u want him to train you in terms of strength, he’ll do that 🙂‍↕️ all just for youuuuu !

[svechnikovvv]

troublemaker

pairing: dad!trevor zegras x mom!fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: you get a call from your son’s school principal

a/n: we’re 2 away from 500 🫣 i don’t know what to do to celebrate it either

masterlist: here

being called by the school principal wasn’t on my agenda for today, but here we are. i get out of the car and walk up to the building, opening the doors.

“hi, i’m here to see the principal about my son, theodore zegras.” the lady at the desk nods and guides me to the office. i knock on the door and hear a “come in” from the other side and i enter. there, i see my son sitting in a chair swinging his feet back and forth.

“mommy!” he cheers, getting up out the chair and clinging onto my leg. i take a seat in front of the principal’s desk, setting theo on my lap.

“who hurt you, t?” i gently rub my fingers over the marks under his eye.

“theodore here shoved a kid off one of the playground equipment, and the kid fought back.” my eyes widen

“what was the reason?” the older man shrugs his shoulders

“he won’t tell anyone.” i look down at theo and poke his side.

“what’s up, bud? why’d you shove that kid? that’s not nice.” theo crosses his arms and pouts

“evan said that uncle jamie was better than daddy.” it takes everything in me not to laugh. i look at the principal who looks very confused.

“i’m so sorry for all the trouble. my husband is a hockey player, jamie is one of his teammates, as well as theo’s uncle.” he nods, then looking at theo.

“theodore, i understand that you love your dad, but we don’t push people, alright? we use our words.” theo still has a pout on his face, but nods anyways. the principal then looks at me again.

“we’re just going to give him a one day out of school suspension.” i give him a nod and thank him, saying goodbye. with theo’s spider-man bookbag one one of my shoulders, and one of my hands holding his much tinier one, we make our way out the school and to the car.

“seatbelt, kiddo.” i say as i get into the driver’s side. i look in the rear-view mirror and see him snap it into place. i then back out the school and head home.

“mommy, can we have sketti for dinner?”

“absolutely. with garlic bread?” i look back at him and he nods.

“let’s go make a grocery trip then.” he cheers and we make a stop at the grocery store. i set him in the top part of the buggy. i needed to do a grocery run anyways. we then get to the cereal aisle and i can’t make a choice.

“okay theo. do we get cookie crisp, or honeycombs?” i hold out both cereal boxes and he points to the cookie crisps. he was just like his father. i set the box in the shopping cart and continue on with the shopping. once everything’s been checked out and placed in the trunk, then we head home.

when we arrive there, trevor’s car is parked in the driveway. he’s home from practice. since there weren’t many bags, i can carry them in one trip. i grab my keys out my pocket and unlock the door. theo pushes it open and runs inside.

“daddy! we’re home!” trevor then comes into view and picks theo up, making him laugh. i walk into the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter and trevor follows me.

“woah! look at that shiner you got there. you’re as bad as uncle troy.” theo giggles “who did this to you?” trevor then looks at me for an answer.

“what happened?”

“theo shoved a kid on the playground and i guess he didn’t like it, and he fought back.” trevor looks back at theo and pokes him, making him squirm.

“why’d you push a kid? that’s not nice buddy.” he slightly frowns and crosses his arms, looking at me. trevor then looks at me as well, awaiting a response.

“some kid-” theo cuts me off.

“evan,” he says coldly. i hold my hands up in surrender.

“right. my fault. evan told him that jamie was better than you.” trevor laughs and sets theo on the kitchen island.

“i’m glad that you’re sticking up for me when i’m not there, but that doesn’t mean you brawl with them.” trevor points at him and theo nods. i turn around and go to put up the groceries.

“did you win?” i turn back around and place my hands on my hips.

“trevor zegras, don’t encourage him.”

“but we raised a little mma fighter. gotta bask in his glory.” he picked theo up and placed him on his shoulders. i go back to the groceries and hear them laugh, trevor walking away with theo.

after we ate our “sketti” and garlic bread, theo was then sent to bed and not long after, trevor and i called it a night as well.

“being a parent is so difficult,” he breathes out. i tilt my head up to look at him since i was resting my head on his chest.

“you literally encouraged him to go out and fight more kids.” trevor and i laugh and he places a kiss on my head.

“i wouldn’t say encouraged. i would say… constructively criticized.” i roll my eyes

“i need sleep. it’s too early for this.”

“baby, it’s 11 at night.”

“exactly.”

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @lhugh @woodruff-edwards @hockeyboysarehot @ajbird2010 @hughesx3 @hannahh01938 @theywantedplayer @k1ttyt3ar @l0veforhugh3s

a/n: currently at my brother’s soccer practice so figured i’d finish this up

[fairy-hub]

do u have any self care tips/things you do when you’re not feeling the best? :c

Self care is easier said than done. What works for someone else might not work for you. It’s natural to still feel sad afterwards, but slightly less so.

Whatever you got going on don’t feel guilty for allowing yourself to feel happiness. Not saying you are but lately I’ve been feeling guilty over feeling happy due to personal reason. So sometimes it’s good to hear that it’s not selfish to want to be happy. That’s natural.

It’s ok to feel happy and sad at the same time. And feeling better doesn’t minimize whatever you got going on. I’ve had people tell me you don’t seem like you have “insert disorder here” because “you take care of yourself, do your make up and dress yourself up”

Just because you are doing better or taking steps to do better doesn’t make what you went through less valid. It just means you’re growing as a person, learning coping skills and how to handle process, deal with and move past negative emotions.

- Creating comforting vibes! No you aren’t cleaning, just putting away clutter that doesn’t fit the cozy vibe. Get a blanket, candle lit, put on some cozy pjs. You might hate the sound of cleaning, but creating some cozy vibes that sounds more like decorating which can be exciting

- Take a warm shower, give yourself a gentle wash over and do your hair. Avoid looking at the mirror if you like, appearance mean nothing right now babes we are only existing, only comfort. Who cares how you brush you hair, as long as your hair isn’t bothering you then that all that matters.

- feed yourself, even if it’s something small, eating three meals isn’t always do able when you have no appetite. Eating two meals even if it’s the same meal is good. If you are able keep simple easier to prepare food. Warm up some soup, heat up pre made garlic cheese bread in the oven at the same time.

- stretching isn’t the cure to sadness but your body will thank you for it. Chances are you are slouching and don’t realize how tense you are.

Humans tend to carry tension without realizing it in their face, shoulders, hair, back and hips. Think about your face, your jaw, nose, lips and cheek. Tilt your head back, roll your head from side to side. Look down, clasp your hands over the back of your neck if you want to add more pressure onto your neck. Do this a few times.

Think about your shoulders, roll them back and forward. Count how many times you do. Keep your thought simple if you can’t clear your thought. Put on some music calming to you focus on their lyrics and beat. Nothing else matters but you easing the tension in your body.

Clasp your hands behind your back, push your chest forward and your arms back.

Lean forward to touch your toes, take deep breaths fill your lungs as much as possible. Count to a set number, then slowly stand back up. If you want backwards to bracing yourself if your balance is the best is helpful. It might crack your back if you reach back down towards your toes.

If you can prop your foot on something, grab your ankle and reach for the ground again. This helps stretch out the inner thigh, and hip more so which is good after sitting down for a little while

Our bodies store tension so making a conscious effort to relax each part of your body and focus on your deep breath won’t be the cure all to saddens but your body will somewhat thank you for not staying hunched over like a 🥐

- Taking a break from social media, tumblr included, remind yourself of the other aspects of life. This can be putting away the electronics for a little while anywhere from an 5 minutes to 30 minutes

- take a moment sit there an breathe, let yourself feel the emotions your feeling. It’s not good to ignore feelings, but it’s also not good to dwell within negative feelings either. Taking a moment to let yourself cry, be upset and that sucked ass u didn’t deserve that shit

- let yourself think but don’t obsess, it’s so easy to want to escape your thoughts ignore what’s wrong to try and relax and then you can tackle the problem after you relax. You are never going to properly relax till the task is done ignore it doesn’t make it go away

I hope this helps even a little bit, idk if I’m the best person to ask this question since I’m still learning as well myself

[pedros-immaculate-vibes]

A Peaceful Elf

Part IX

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

Halsin spent a good portion of the afternoon and evening patrolling. It always steadied him, made his heart lighter. Tav didn’t seem to mind the time alone, either. In a camp normally spent with several others, time alone when you wanted was a luxury. Apparently, it was a luxury they both enjoyed.

Dinner consisted of ingredients he had found in the woods while securing the nearby area: puréed sweet potato with a wild onion/celery/carrot base, some assorted spices sprinkled in. Roasted garlic cloves (a little burnt) on leftover bread Gale had made recently. A leafy carrot stalk garnish. Not something he thought would be served by a finer cook, but he took some pride in what he’d managed, all the same.

“My, my, look at this spread,” Tav reached out for the plate and bowl, steam wafting off of the food and into the night air in curls. “Is this because you feel bad for my leg or because it’s hard to make food this pretty for eight grown buffoons?” She closed her eyes as the aroma reached her. “Helm’s beard, that smells amazing.”

A deep laugh rumbled in Halsin’s chest. “I’ve been alive for 350 years with plenty of that time spent out in the wilds. If I couldn’t cook with what nature provided by now, I could scarcely call myself a grown elf, let alone a druid.” He sat down on a chair next to Tav, and kicked his feet up on the other cot. “And mostly because of your leg.” They ate in an oddly comfortable silence for a few minutes, until a light tension seemed to flow between them. Tav was the first to cut it.

—

“So,” in between mouthfuls, and having more gumption with a mostly full belly, “Tell me more about yourself. I feel like we’ve been traveling for weeks,” swallows a mouthful, “you’ve probably saved my life twice now: when the gnolls came and you healing my leg right afterward,” another spoonful, “and I feel like I still haven’t gotten to know you properly yet.”

He paused, thoughtfully looking at his bowl, “It’s true, and I can’t imagine I helped with that. Sometimes, I can let the task at hand consume me,” a huff like a tired laugh, and he lifted his head to look out at the night sky beyond the tent canopy, “people have said I can get a bit obsessed. Ha, believe me,” he looked back down at his bowl, scraping for another spoonful, “the day I no longer have to talk about the shadow curse will be a very happy one,” almost rueful. Then, his face brightened a few shades and he looked at you, “What would you like to know?”

You nestled your now empty bowl on top of a pack near the cot, and propped your head up with an arm. You decided to go for something obvious and smiled to yourself. “Well, for starters, you’re kind of LARGE for an elf, aren’t you?”

Halsin smiled in shock, “I AM?” in an incredulous tone.

Chuckling, he continued, “Trust me, it’s been said. You’ve shown more restraint than most in avoiding the subject until now.” He sighed. “It’s a natural question but I have no good answer, I’m afraid. Perhaps, there’s a half-orc buried somewhere deep in my ancestry,” shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Or perhaps not. Sometimes, I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what a person can or can’t be. Stranger things have happened, to be sure.” He rose and took your bowl on top of his, bringing them to the wash bucket near the center of camp. “Anything else?” he offered, smirking back at you while scrubbing the dishes clean.

“I don’t know, let me think a minute,” pensively drumming your fingers on your lips.

Halsin chuckled again. He seemed to enjoy this game, as did you.

Placing the dishes to dry on a towel-covered crate, he began strolling back to the tent.

“I’ve got one: how did you come to be a Druid?”

“Ah, that is a good one,” he nodded, sitting back down in the chair with an Umph and stretching his long legs out onto the cot once again, crossed at his ankles. He looked up at the tent ceiling, calm as he recollected. “I had a friend when I was young, long ago. He played with me in the forests where I grew up…eventually, I realized no one else had heard of him. His name was Thaniel.” A light chuckle, “Nature was my very first friend. I continued to age, but he never changed a day.” A look of loyalty shined in his face. “I knew then that I had to be more than just a companion to him, I had to be a protector.”

That’s quite noble, you thought, not surprised in the slightest. “Hm, that’s a good reason.”

“I thought so,” his smile had a hint of sadness.

You could see the shadow of melancholy and decided it was time for a new question. “What’s something I would never think to ask?”

Halsin brightened. “Ha, alright, let’s see,” he bit the inside of his cheek while he thought, knitting his fingers behind his head and flexing his thick arms back.

His arms—

He gave you a sideways glance, “Um, I suppose you wouldn’t be shocked to learn I like animals and nature?” he said self-consciously, as if he were telling a hackneyed joke to an audience. “Haha, I know, well-trodden territory,” he looked back up at the tent ceiling. It was cute to see him with his guard down; it made you wonder how often he had ever let it down at camp.

“Hm, let’s see,” he continued, genuinely trying to find something unique about himself worth telling; that exercise alone made him uncharacteristically off-balance. “Well, I—uh, whittle in my spare time?” He intoned as if asking for validation. “And I have something of a sweet tooth, although everyone is always very amused when I say ‘I like honey’,” a quick exhale through his nose showed mild irritation.

“Oh, really?” You were genuinely surprised, unsure as to why, and you wanted to make sure he knew you were interested in what he had to say. It came across as if no one had asked him something like this in a long time, if ever. “What do you whittle?”

Momentum jumped back into his answer, “Oh, a few things. Ornaments, utensils,” he paused, lost in thought for a moment, “and ducks. I like ducks.” He looked back down at you with one of the purest smiles you had ever seen in (what you could remember of) your life.

You adjusted your chin to the palm of your hand and your head to your shoulder with a quiet laugh, “So you turn into a bear and you like honey?” You lifted your eyebrow with a smile. “That’s a little on the nose, don’t chya think?” You couldn’t stop your eyes from softening; there was something about him…

“I like what I like,” he stated, then added with a humorous, confident air, “Once you get to my age, you realize there’s no point in denying yourself, so long as other’s aren’t affected.” 

Simple as that.

I wonder what else he doesn’t deny himself… 

You could feel your blood begin to ignite, again.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” You didn’t fight the flame this time; it was exhausting and futile and would make you awkward and conspicuous. Instead, you found solace in the fact that you wouldn’t act on the flame, however high it razed you. You settled further into your cot and blankets, beginning to feel drowsy. “Thank you for sharing,” you nodded, daintily.

A quiet smile painted his face and he rested his arms down, turning in his chair to face you a bit more. He rested his elbows on his knees. “Thank me by returning the favor. Come on, I’m sure you’ve got something better than carving ducks,” he added, playfully.

“Ha, well, okay, um…” seconds passed while you thought. You rolled onto your back (so you would be less distracted by him) and stretched your arms up and behind your head. “I don’t remember much from before the crash…Oh, here’s one: I love fields of flowers, but I’d rather have a field full of herbs, like marjoram or cilantro or mint, any day,” you perked up. “They smell deep and green—complex. It’s hard to explain—like, there’s more to them than the vibrance that lasts until a light frost. Let’s see…what else,” you scrunched your face up at the gently undulating tent fabric. “Ah! I’m deathly afraid to try Lae’zel’s cooking.” You both snickered. “Would I trust her with my life? Absolutely, unless that involved a spatula.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, still smiling to himself. A few pleasant seconds passed. He sighed and began to stand up. “Well, I should get back to my studies. Thank you for the company,” he bowed his head minutely like a gentleman and began to leave the tent when—

“Wait.”

He waited.

“I—So, I don’t know how to ask without it sounding strange…” you looked pensively at your feet. “When all of us were here, it made sense to have separate tents. We all made a perimeter. But we’ve gone from eight to two…”

“…You want me to stay…”

“Even if only until I fall asleep,” you looked back up at him, trying very hard not to sound pathetic. “I keep imagining something coming in the middle of the night,” whether it was a gnoll or a butler, you couldn’t decide. You just knew it felt like it would be a restless night, and you were still an easy target. “If you did stay, well, four ears are better than two,” you chuckled weakly, hoping that including logic into your request would help.

He nodded thoughtfully. “You’re not wrong. Perhaps…perhaps it would be wisest,” his expression shifting from strained to relenting. “Do you mind if I study with a lantern on?”

Relief flooded you. “Not. At. All.”

He smiled back, “Right. Then, I’ll be back.”

Grateful he took the request the way you had intended, you relaxed back into the makeshift pillow. It would still be a restless night knowing everyone was out doing gods-know-what, but having at least one other person nearby at night made you feel safer, if only by a fraction.

And the fact that it was him…you couldn’t decide if that comforted you or put you more on edge.

I wonder if he snores.

—

Halsin returned to the tent, batting away an errant moth, books stacked neatly in hand. Atop the tomes sat a mirror. “I forgot to tell you, Astarion wanted you to have this,” he mentioned, handing Tav the glass. “He said you might be in need of it.”

“Where those his exact words?”

Halsin looked away, busying himself with preparing the newly claimed cot. “More or less.”

“HA, I’m sure. You’re a bad liar, bear-man, but that’s a good fault to have. Gods, he can be a prick, sometimes.”

“Hm, that’s bear-elf, to you,” he grinned. Another lull before he spoke, “I do not pretend to understand your relationship with him, but I believe he meant it as a kind gesture.”

Tav held it thoughtfully, “I know. He always adds a bit of salt to the sweetness.” She paused, “He can be hard to get close to, at times.”

“Mm, he probably has some very good reasons for that. People often do. Perhaps, his trust has been broken one too many times, and you are the first to challenge that pattern.”

Tav looked at him strangely, like he was the first to ever say birds could fly or trees came from seeds. “Perhaps.” She clearly wished to change the subject, and asked in a milder tone, “What books do you have this time?”

“More literature regarding cursed lands and the Underdark, nothing more,” he replied lightly, reordering them on the table before sitting in the cot. It creaked and stretched audibly. He held one in his hands, hair rustling around his downturned face as he began to study.

—

The way he said “literature” made your brain tick pleasantly.

“You seem to take the shadow curse very to heart,” you noted.

“Well there’s hardly anyone left to share the responsibility with,” he looked up from the first page. “What Ketheric released onto Moonrise is not something that nature can resist alone. I must do what I can.”

“That must be a heavy burden to carry alone,” you mused solemnly. “Do you know how it can be stopped?”

“Perhaps,” he angled his head from side to side, considering, “but we need to get closer before I can put my theory to practice. Put it from your mind for now. Once we near the curse, then there will be more to be said.”

If you hadn’t been so tired, you might have put up more of a fight; there were clearly things he hadn’t shared regarding where your journey took you. 

Instead, your eyes focused on moths fluttering around one of the strung up lanterns in the tent, and with each passing breath, you slid further from the waking world, hearing “Rest, dear one,” somewhere between life and dreams.

[sysboxes]

In general, do you prefer sweet, spicy, salty, savory, plain/bland, and/or sour stuff

do the taste preferences vary by alter (if you’re a system which I think all the current mods are?) or is there some things the system generally likes?

If only most of the system likes it, why do others in sys not like it? (If comfortable sharing)

Mod Weeping ❤️- most of us prefer sweet stuff or occasionally savory stuff. We also love sour in the answer that we fucking love citrus- we will eat straight limes. And love lime and/or lemon on almost everything. We also loveee garlic. Although there are a handful of ppl who just LOVE spicy food, especially this one alter. She will eat spicy food until the body is crying but it doesn’t bother her- it usually burns the mouth of whoever is close by tho lmao. There is one alter who can’t handle citrus well tho and it makes him feel really sick for some reason?

Mod Morpho 🦋 — I have such a big sweet tooth, but I also heavily salt alllllllll my food. I don’t think the taste preferences really vary at all between us tbh.

mod wonder - oo, i think my preference is just carbohydrates in general. pasta, bread, rice. i adore salmon too. i love a lot of sweet stuff, but especially semi-sweet or dark chocolate things. sweet fruits like peaches are really fun. i can’t do spicy, partially due to allergies, and partially because i can’t handle a cheeto’s worth of spice. tastes very much do vary by alter for us, we never know what we’re gonna be in the mood for. some don’t eat meat, some prefer savory or salted or sweet, etc.

Mod luxray 🐈‍⬛️⚡️- Honestly anything that ain't plain ill eat, Being mexcian and all ya kinda half to lol, I LOVE LOVE LOOOVE dark chocolate and bitter-sweets, licorice, etc, though as a basis spicy candy will always br my favorite

Mod Bugz - My go to with the flavoring options is Spicy because any single one of those options (sweet, savory, salty, and I'd debate sour). I don't like bland food, to the point I won't eat bland things unless its a thing of being polite. Taste preferences do vary from alter to alter, and there's actually a really funny thing that happens each morning when the debate of "coffee or monster" starts bc it's a pretty even split of alters liking coffee or monster or both (and some who prefer teas, but they are usually fine with either option).

Mod Avon - SPICY!!! Love me some spicy food. I also love sour foods! Our parts do vary with what they like to eat. Also, yes, I do oversalt my food (I have POTS, the kind that is helped by salty foods, soooo).

[lulubelle814]

Just Dizziness - Chapter 32

Waking up, a heat could be felt along my back, warm breath on my neck, a heavy arm across my abdomen in a tight but comforting hold that helped chase away some of the lingering memories of last night’s nightmare.  I don’t know what I’d do if he forgot me.  I suppose it gives me some tiny inkling of what he’s been going through perhaps.  I don’t know that I could really ever imagine it or understand how he’s felt through all of this.  His seemingly never ending patience and love has been what’s helped keep me as together as I have been.  I don’t know what I’d do without him.

Looking at the clock and then the calendar, I realized my first therapy day is finally here. I couldn't quite decipher how I was feeling about it. Anxiety? Excitement? Fear? I don't know. I just know I can't go on living like this. Tom has been extremely supportive but this is no way for either of us to live. He can’t keep putting off his work, and we can’t keep pretending on the good days that there’s not a problem, as much as I would like to.

“I can hear you thinking.  It’s too early for that.”

Rather than respond, I turn over and tuck my head into his chest, pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist, at least for the moment.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Electing to not respond, I burrowed further into his chest, if that was even possible, and wrapped my arms around him.  I would have run my hands under his shirt, but he only had his boxer briefs on.  So I tried to squish myself as close to him as I could, taking in as much of his touch and smell as possible.

“Talk to me, love.  I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

I knew he was right.  “I don’t know why, but I’m anxious about the appointment today.”

Placing his arms around me, he rested his chin on my head.  “I’m pretty sure that’s normal.  This is something new, and it’ll be talking and tackling some really tough things.  It won’t be easy, but I think it’ll help a lot, and I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” his voice sounding reassuring.

I looked up enough to gently kiss him.  It seemed he always knew what to say, how to help me feel better. 

After a while, we finally pried ourselves out of bed for some tea and breakfast.  While Tom made the tea, I made pancakes.  “I love your pancakes.  Hell, I love anything you make.”

“You’re the better cook here, and we both know that.”

As he wrapped his arms around me from behind, he responded, “lies, and you know that.”

"My dear husband, calling me a liar? My, oh my.  I think you forgot the incident of the brownies?"

"To be fair, it was a new recipe, and the pages got stuck together. "

"Don't forget about the garlic bread?"

"That could have happened to anyone."

"Three times??"

"Ok, so you can't make garlic bread. Big deal."

"There's also the creme brulee." 

"You are still not allowed near a torch. Ok, I get your point, but you try, and that's what I love. You make so many things so well."  And with that, he kissed me on the temple, effectively saying the conversation was over.

Half way through breakfast, a buzzing noise startled both of us out of our breakfast bliss.  He checked his phone.  “Not me.”  Puzzled, I looked at my phone.  “Who could possibly be texting me?”  After a moment, I found my phone back in the kitchen next to the stove and brought it back to the table.

Emma: Good morning! 

Sophie: Hey Ladies!

Emma: Lunch tomorrow?

“It’s your sister!  She’s wanting to get together for lunch tomorrow. Looks like she's invited Sophie as well.“

“That sounds like fun!  Lunch with the girls.”

Sophie: I'll have to check in with hubs to see if he can watch the kids but maybe. I could use some kid free girl time. 

“I don’t know tho….” I felt hesitant.  While it felt nice to be invited out, I didn’t know about going somewhere involving people who knew me but that I couldn’t remember.

“If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s ok.  I’m sure they’d understand.  Emma has some idea of what’s going on.  You could text or call her separately, and she’d happily cover for you, or I could talk to Ben who could talk to Sophie.  I’m sure Sophie would understand.  Plus we have that appointment with Dr. Bertram this afternoon.  This could be a good thing to bring up to her and ask her how to handle it.  For now though, if you don’t want to, let Emma know, or I can.  Or we can make plans and use that to let them know you’re not available.”

I couldn’t help but grin as he prattled on, listing idea after idea to help me feel more comfortable.  All of his suggestions and ideas helped me feel at least somewhat better.  I know I have to figure out how to handle this at some point, but having his support is incredible.

“Didn’t we….uhhhh…..didn’t we talk about maybe going to the art museum?”  I suggested.

“You know what, I believe we did.  That and a bookstore, or two, I think you had heard about?  In fact, I think we have talked a bit about a few things, and tomorrow is a fantastic day to accomplish them.”  He gave his million dollar smile before giving a loving kiss and clearing the table as we had finished breakfast.  I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.

Me: So sorry. Have plans with Tom. Raincheck?

I responded to Emma and Sophie and set myself a reminder to maybe talk to Emma later about my reservations about getting together with both her and Sophie. Maybe I can ask Dr. Bertram about this, if not this afternoon then the following appointment?  I know I can't hide forever.

It didn’t take 2 minutes before my phone started ringing.  Seeing Emma’s name on the screen, I knew why she was calling.

“It’s Emma, isn’t it?  I swear she’s a mind reader, the next Psychic Sally.”

"I’m so sorry.  It’s too soon, isn’t it?"

I could hear her starting her washer in the background. Must be her laundry day which reminded me of the laundry I needed to do. I headed upstairs to gather the dirty laundry as I started responding to her. "I’m not even going to ask how you knew."

"I remembered our conversation from dinner at mum’s and put 2 and 2 together.  I’m sorry to have put you in an awkward position." Her voice sounded both hesitant and remorseful. 

"It’s ok Em.  You were just trying to do something nice, and I appreciate that.  It’s just….." I wasn't entirely sure how to continue that sentence, the laundry basket now hanging half full on my hip. 

"No, I get it.  I’d feel weird too having lunch with someone who knew me but couldn’t remember them.  If you change your mind though, the invitation is open.  If you ever want to get together, just you and me, I’m always up for lunch, dinner, shopping, etc." She sounded much more hopeful now. 

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and continued filling the basket. 

"Thanks, Em.  It’s not that I don’t want to get together with the 3 of us at some point, and I know I can’t hide forever.  Just so much to process still. Tom and I have our first appointment with the therapist this afternoon, and I’m so nervous with that alone."

‘It’s completely ok.  I’m always here if you want to talk, any time.  Maybe we could go for breakfast tomorrow before you and Tom go out on your newly planned adventure?’

I couldn’t help but laugh as I headed to the laundry room with an overly full basket of dirty laundry.

‘I think Tom and I can plan around you and I having breakfast.  Let's say 8? I'll pick you up? ’

"Sounds fantastic.  See you tomorrow!"

"And don't worry about Sophie.  It doesn't look like she'll be able to make it, but if she does, I'll cover for you. "

"Thanks again Em."

With that, I hung up the phone and started throwing laundry in the machine. Tom even brought the sheets while the washer ran the first load and placed new ones on the bed.

5 hours and 4 loads of laundry later, it was time to start getting ready. 

It was as if he could sense the anxiety seeping back in and wrapped his arms around me, giving a tight hug.  “I just finished putting the laundry away so we can relax after our appointment which will go well.  If it doesn’t, we don’t have to go back.”

I looked up at him as I responded, “promise?”

His chest rumbled as he let out a low chortle.  “I promise.  We can always find someone else should we decide to continue.”

Looking up at him, I was still feeling a bit unsure, and he responded in kind.  “I will also treat you to ice cream afterwards, regardless of how the appointment goes.”

“I’m holding you to that mister.”

We both wanted to make a good impression.  So Tom wore his signature blue sweater with his jeans and gray suede shoes while I wore one of my cable knit sweaters with skinny jeans and brown knee high boots as it was getting colder outside.  Plus, I could fidget with the sleeves throughout the drive there and during the appointment.

It felt like we were already at her door in the blink of an eye.  Her assistant, Julie, was extremely nice, offering us a beverage (water, tea, or coffee) while we waited, which thankfully wasn’t more than a few minutes.  Dr. Bertram opened the door to her office and had a warm smile on her face.  “Good afternoon!  You must be Mr. and Mrs. Hiddleston.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I already felt comfortable with her, just by her presence alone.  She wasn’t super tall, about my height.  What I loved was both her hair and her outfit.  She had this beautiful teal dyed hair that hit just past her shoulders and her outfit was incredible: a white shirt with black angled lines, muted, wide leg yellow pants, and black sandal type shoes. I don't know why I thought she would be older with some type of stuffy outfit and thick rimmed glasses.  I just hope she isn't the kind who just responds with "and how do you feel about that?"

We introduced ourselves before she guided us over to an incredibly comfortable couch. 

"So to start off, I know formalities say to call me Dr. Bertram. There are those who prefer that because either they feel more comfortable calling me that or because that's part of what they're paying for. If you'd like, you can call me Natalie or Nat if that feels more comfortable. I really don't have a preference. "

Tom jumped right in.  “Thank you so much Dr. Bertram.  That’s very generous of you.  I’m as we get to know you, we’ll figure out what we feel more comfortable with.”  And with that, he gave a light smile, signaling that he was almost as nervous as me.

“Before we get started, let's run through what the basics are along with the options.  As I’m sure you read, and my assistant should have also given you the information, we can meet here as well as your home or other locations depending on preference and need.  Depending on the situation and such, we would meet one or more times a week, some may be with both or some with just you,” she said as she gestured to me, “based on the information sent over; however, that all depends on if you choose to proceed with me and vice versa.  I know there's anxiety over trying to find the right therapist.  If you feel I may not be the right one for you, I promise there are no hard feelings and would be more than happy to help you look for another one.  The same is true if I feel I realize I am not the right one for you as well.  The goal is you and your well-being, not to try and make me happy or force it to work with a therapist who is not truly helping you.  Sometimes you’ll know right away, but it can also take a few sessions.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I laid my head against Tom’s shoulder, him returning the sentiment.  In doing so, the muscles in his arms and neck start to slowly relax.  

Before Tom could speak, I cut him off.  “Thank you so much.  We’ll definitely keep that in mind.  How long are the sessions?  How will we know where they will occur as well?”

“Excellent questions!  Sessions are typically 50 minutes; however, if agreed ahead of time and dependent on availability and circumstances, they can be longer as needed.  At the end of each session, we’ll agree on the time and place of the following session unless you would like to have a set time and place for upcoming sessions which can be adjusted as needed.

“I also wanted to let you know one other thing before we begin.  I am not one of those therapists who goes ‘and how do you feel about that’ about everything in our sessions.  I may ask it occasionally, but it’s not my style.  I know some prefer it.  If that’s what you are looking for, I can refer you to a couple of therapists…”

“NO!”  We practically shouted at her before she could finish, looking at each other to see who wanted to continue explaining, but I let Tom take the wheel on this one.  “That’s very much NOT what we’re looking for.  It’s one of the main reasons we would have eliminated you as a therapist, to be honest.  It annoys both of us to no end just thinking about it as it is not our style either.”

We all gave a low chuckle.  “So we’ve covered the basics.  If you have any questions at any time, feel free to ask.  If you’re okay with it, I’d like to dive into why you both came in today.  I’ve read the paperwork, but I’d like to hear it from both of you if that’s alright.”

This is it.  I took a deep breath before I began.

“Okay, where to begin…..”

She smiled and responded, “I find the beginning is usually best.”

“That might be the tricky part.  I guess the question then would be, which part is the beginning?”

Chapter 33

[prettytoxix]

Anniversary 🌹

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: y/n and Steve are enjoying their one year anniversary together with a night that Steve has planned.

Contest: fluff blurb

Word count: 1180

Tonight is the night that Steve and I celebrate our one-year anniversary. I feel like we’ve been together so long and yet not long enough at the same time. I always tell Steve that it feels like we’ve been dating for six years and that we act like an old married couple.

This night is important for both of us I think, or at least I hope. Steve said tonight I’m going to be impressed with what he’s done. Which means it’s either going to be really romantic or really chaotic. I’d be okay with both because that’s what I signed up for when I started dating Steve Harrington. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t head over heels for him. I mean I take one glance at him and it’s like I’m falling in love all over again.

This is a big milestone for us. Sure, we’ve had other milestones, but nothing as important as this one. So I do everything I can to make sure this night runs smoothly. Steve won’t tell me the full plan of what’s happening tonight but he has told me that he’s making us dinner. So hopefully he doesn’t burn the kitchen down.

Once I get home from school I start getting ready immediately. I start by putting on this extravagant red dress I bought a week before especially for tonight. I love the way this dress fits me and the way it falls just above my knees. It has a nice ribbon belt like thing around the waist tied altogether with a bow.

I do my makeup, and actually take my time on it. Trying to perfect the way I want to look. I don’t want to go too overboard because I’m not known to wear heavy makeup so I just keep it simple with eyeshadow, mascara, and lipstick.

Lastly I put on my signature scent. Its a lavender honey perfume that I absolutely love. I bought it when Steve and I went to the farmers market last summer.

When I put the finishing touches on my makeup a hear honking outside. I look out my window to find Steve pulling up to the side of the road and waiting for me. It’s 5 o clock already? He sees me in the window and waves with the biggest smile on his face. I slip on my black heels and go out to his car. The burgundy BMW that holds so many memories between us.

“Wow…” he trails off and eyes me up and down. “You look… amazing. I’m at a loss for words… oh! I got these for you!” He hands me a bouquet of red roses.

“Thank you! You look amazing too! Where’d you get this sweater?” I tug at the navy blue sweater he’s wearing and try to take a look at the tag.

“Oh you know, just found it laying around.” He jokes. He starts to pull out off the side of the road and we’re off to his house. In my lap I hold Steve’s gift which he can’t stop side eyeing. I cant tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I think he’s gonna love it.

He pulls into his driveway and says “welcome to my home.” He says it every time I come over and I think it’s probably one of the cutest things he does.

We get out of his car and walk to his front door hand in hand. Steve proceeds to open the front door for me and leads me to the kitchen table. The table is set up perfectly with a nice red runner, candles, and all the food set out.

“I got most everything done dinner wise. The chicken is still in the oven though. We have roasted potatoes, a Caesar salad, garlic bread, and I was able to manage a nice white wine.” Steve gestures at each item while listing it off and picks up the wine.

“This is perfect, Steve. Thank you.” I give him a quick kiss before he parts to grab the chicken. He sets the chicken perfectly in the center of the table and takes his seat across from mine.

He takes the wine and pours a small amount into each of our glasses and then insists on making a toast.

“To a wonderful first year,” he starts. “And hopefully many more with this lovely lady that is y/n.”

After we eat dinner Steve tells me that he wanted to keep the night simple. That we’re gonna open our gifts and then watch a movie on his couch.

I start by handing him his gift that I set off to the side before dinner started. He starts to unwrap it revealing a box. Inside the box is a personalized mixtape full of the songs that hold importance in our relationship. There’s also a long note in there with some pictures but we’re not gonna get into that.

“Y/n, this is great! Thank you, I absolutely love it! We can pop this bad boy into my car later.” He gives me a kiss and then grabs the gift for me, placing it in my hands.

It’s in a thin rectangular box and I begin to open it. The first thing I can see is the shine it gives off. Opening it fully, I see a beautiful necklace with a butterfly pendant.

“Oh Steve, this is… wow, this is beautiful! I love it a lot!”

“I thought you would. Well I mean my mom kind of helped me pick it out but she thought you would love it.” Steve says awkwardly, not wanting to take credit for the amazing gift.

I pull him close and kiss him to express how perfect this night has been. He pulls away after a minute to announce…

“It’s a movie time! I don’t think you’ll be comfortable in that dress for watching a movie. Feel free to pop into my bedroom and grab a pair of sweatpants and a shirt while I get the movie set up, okay?” I nod in understanding and head up to his room to change quickly. When I come back downstairs Steve has everything and much more set up for the movie.

He has popcorn, candy, sodas, pretzels, and other snacks set out on the coffee table. Steve is sitting on the couch waiting for me. I snuggle in close to him and he sets his arm around me.

“Tonight was the best night I could ever ask for.” I tell him.

“Me too. I thought tonight could have gone south very quickly, but I’m very happy about the way it went.” He kisses my forehead and presses play on the remote.

“This is my ninth sick day this semester. It’s getting pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I’m probably gonna have to…”

[elvensorceress]

WIP Wednesday

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here’s some Orpheus!Buck from the day they meet Charlie in Suspicion 

When Eddie finally shows up, he’s late to family dinner. He almost misses it completely. But Bobby heats a portion of the baked ziti back up and Buck toasts more cheesy garlic bread, and they sit with Eddie while he eats. 

Hen and Chim already got up for their nightly check in with their “women and children” and everyone else on shift is either finishing their chore lists or organizing a game of poker. Bobby only gets up to take a call from Michael, or maybe one of his kids. 

Then it’s just the two of them. 

Buck twirls the fork still in his hand and bounces his leg and stares at the crumpled napkin he’d used that is now waiting for him to clear his dishes, and finish cleaning the kitchen like he’d promised. “So, I, uh, I saw this article?” 

Eddie looks up at him. Like he’s interested. Like he wants to hear about the silly things Buck research spirals into online. 

So of course, Buck has to tell him everything. “There was a house in Malibu maybe a week ago where a bunch of people were having a party. And there were, I don’t know, thirty people on this balcony, right? It completely gave out and they fell fifteen feet onto jagged, rocky coastline. A ton of them were seriously hurt. So, I looked it up and maybe six people were permitted to be on a balcony like that? Although I have no idea how you can get permits to build a house and a balcony so close to the water and here where earthquakes happen every other week. You know? That sounds like a terrible idea to begin with. Even before you have a huge party with people who ignore structural capacity warnings.”

The smile that lights Eddie’s face might seriously make Buck’s heart stop. Or anyone’s. He’s gorgeous and warm and sweeter than cinnamon rolls, okay? It’s not Buck’s fault. 

“And you’ve never done anything like that?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow at him. “Partied where you weren’t supposed to? At the risk of life and limb? Because I remember a few stories about Peru and surfing on the east coast. Not to mention the 118 had this probie a few years back who I hear used to do some really unsanctioned extracurriculars in stolen firetrucks.”

Buck gives him a narrowed gaze, but he’s been so aimless and restless today, and this feels like an anchor to keep him tethered and safe so he doesn’t crash himself on the rocks. And it’s just. It’s nice. Being listened to. Having someone to talk to. Who doesn’t make him feel stupid or annoying for opening his mouth. He does that enough all on his own, thanks. “Not after being a fire marshal. I learned my lessons. It’s like when you find out what is actually in a hot dog or you watch them being made and then can’t touch one ever again.” 

Eddie laughs. “Yeah… I still like hot dogs.” 

Buck tosses his head back in an overdramatic scoff and grabs both of their empty plates. “I guess we can’t be friends anymore.” He takes the dishes to the kitchen and since Bobby already put away the small amount leftovers, he just has to finish loading the dishwasher and wipe everything down.

Eddie follows him and leans against the counter. “What are we going to be then?”

The question twists around inside him like a gameshow wheel, ticking and ticking over all the different options it might settle on. Buck rinses off their plates and doesn’t know. It wasn’t supposed to be anything but a joke. But maybe it was too real even before he said it. “I don’t know. Coworkers?” 

The smile on Eddie’s face falls harder than any faulty, misused construction. “Coworkers?”

Yep. Way too real, way too fast. “Yeah, I mean. We are coworkers,” he tries to cover. “We are at work. We work together. That’s how we met. That’s what we’re doing now. Working.”

Eddie clearly doesn’t buy it. His jaw flexes and clenches like he’s gritting his teeth. “Buck.”

He hates this. All of it. So much. He quickly grabs the last of the dishes and stuffs them into the dishwasher. Probably haphazard. Could have done it better. But he just needs to power through. That’s what you do, right?

[ot-hoe-me]

And here are my MCs for @theunseelieif !!

Top Left: Aislinn Halloran who is turned into a vampire, and is on the Kiran/Morgan poly route with Morgan as her ex-lover. After getting over the shock of not being human anymore ((...if she ever was one...)) and going through the five stages of grief, she does get some amusement out of looking like one version of a stereotypical vampire. For example if someone who is not in the know about the supernatural ever jokingly asks her if she’s a vampire she’ll lean into it going like ‘Haha yeah, how did you guess? Gosh I miss garlic bread,’ knowing that people would think that she’s just going along with the bit. ((PLEASE tell me that vampires can still eat food just for pleasure and still enjoy the taste of it; even if it no longer gives any nutrients, or I’ll be so sad for all vamp MCs.)) Yes Aislinn still wears a lot of black because she’s still in mourning for Morgan. She only adds any colour back into her wardrobe anywhere from a year to six months ago by the beginning of the IF.

Top Right: Lucy Hayes who is turned into a werewolf, and is on the Rei/Kendall poly route IF you decide to implement it. If not, then she’s on the Rei and Kendall solo routes with Rei as her ‘canon’ endgame boyfriend. Morgan was also her ex-lover.

Bottom Left: Ciara Flynn who is turned into a vampire, and is on the Ryn/Aub and Josie/Rei poly route IF you decided to implement them both or either. If not, she’s on the Ryn and Josie solo routes. (Talk about totally opposite dynamics lmfao.) I’m not sure what her ‘canon’ route(s) are yet.

Bottom Right: Skylar Ormond who is turned into a werewolf, and is on the Kiran/Aub poly route. She got the scar on her chin from something dumb in her childhood like falling on the edge of a picnic table, or getting whipped in the face with a tree branch. ((Also, potentially, rip her since she might have to get rid of her silver piercings and have to find a different metal to use for all her earrings. Maybe stainless steel to have the same silver colour.))

All of them decide to honour Morgan in different ways, like how some people ‘pray’ to and ask their dead loved ones for peace, guidance or strength. They do similar things and more. 

Aislinn has always kept a diary, so ever since Morgan died instead of saying ‘dear diary’ she switched to saying ‘Dear Morgan’ like she was writing him letters telling him about her feelings or things that happened to her. She also has a few of his shirts, a jacket and sweater with his shirts being something that she wears to bed; his sweater to cuddle or sniff that she touches as little as possible so it will still smell like him; and she wears his jacket out and about sometimes. 

Lucy now always wears a necklace that Morgan gave her and touches it and thinks of him whenever she misses him; to ground herself when she’s worried or anxious, and as a reminder to take a breath and find calm/screw her courage. She orders what his Starbucks order would be and drinks it once a week even if she hates it. She also made a playlist of his favourite music that she listens to when she misses him most, for when she’s driving or working out, and when she’s getting ready in the morning.

Ciara always says ‘good morning’ to him out loud as soon as she wakes up, and ‘good night’ before she goes to sleep every night. She always says ‘Morgan, I’m home’ whenever she steps in the door no matter who is there with her since she can’t text him to let him know that she’s got home safe any more. She always wears the friendship bracelet he made her that they, Kiran and Camila all made for each other in their first year of high school. 

Skylar made a bucket list that of all the things Morgan wanted to experience that she will now do with Kiran - food Morgan wanted to try, places he wanted to visit, things he wanted to see, books he wanted to read or movies he wanted to watch, concerts and/or performances he wanted to go to, hobbies he wanted to try. She’s making her way through the list slowly but surely. She’s also contemplating on getting some kind of tattoo in his memory.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Do you have sick head cannons for tails knuckles and sonic? Liked how Tom and Maddie would react for them while sick?

Not full on headcanons per say, just tiny ones this time.

Tom and Maddie would try their best looking after 3 sick kids that are from a different planet and don’t know how their biology works. They would just do what they do in order to get them better. Maddie would be more of the one to be the “doctor” of the house due to her being a veterinarian and Tom would use old Wachowski family remedies for the kids to help them in some way.

Sonic

Has had his fair share of getting sick, mostly a quick cold that he was able to burn it off before it got too serious, most of those happened when he was younger.

But he had his first major flu sometime after moving in with Tom and Maddie, I’m talking runny nose, headache, bad cough, fever, the whole package.

It was not only tough on him but on his parents since they didn’t know how to take care of a mobian child so they were hesitantly trying to care for him while also making sure the poor guy wasn’t suffering too much.

One food he is able to eat while ill is hot tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich. It’s not only tame for his stomach but also is his favorite to eat when either of them make it.

Usually acts somewhat dramatic when he’s not feeling well, kinda like he was a theater student but was groggy cause he had 3 days lack of sleep.

Knuckles

Tries to fight off a cold like the tough boy his is, but ultimately fails because…well that just doesn’t work that way sometimes.

Claims to be “unaffected by the minuscule germs tying to invade my body”…..welp

Sort of walks around like a drunken sailor when he tries to get up and walk around, Sonic even gave this form of walk the name, “One eyed Red Billy” much to Knuckles annoyance.

Quickly has the tendency to sip on coconut water as the one thing he consumes, the other is hot tea, oatmeal and garlic. Yes, he tends to eat full on garlic when he gets sick, he doesn’t have to but he can’t help those weird cravings he gets and eats that veggie like a apple with no regrets.

Oh and grapes. Fruits can help fight a sickness and he eats so many of them with his oatmeal.

Tails

Tends to stay very quiet when he gets sick, usually just nods and shakes his head when answering a question.

He also like to be cocooned in a blanket. Tom and Maddie aren’t sure why since they worry that he’ll get too hot but he doesn’t complain about it so they just let him.

One thing that doesn’t change when he’s sick or well is that he likes to be held. It’s a sort of soothing thing for him whenever someone picks him up and holds him. So the parents usually take turns whenever he asks for someone to hold him.

Favorite thing to eat when he’s sick is lightly toasted bread with honey with bananas or oatmeal with brown sugar. Even after he recovers he continues to eat them since it tastes delicious.