#those two you just have to mix and match with. no set alone matches that well with them ;>__>

[meat-fr]

Rose Thorn + Carousel sets

Sanguine+Vinyard // Sepia+Tarnished Pastel+Lavender // Pristine+Sapphire Gilded+Golden // Faerie+Spring Dusky+Royal // Poisonous+Gothic Withering+Mixed // Primary+Mixed 

[Details for Withering and Primery under the cut]

[ohtobeleah]

Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Three: [V For Vendetta]

Summary: When your stomach can’t handle the Chemo medication, you empty the content of your stomach. While doing so, you and Jake come to a crossroads about your relationship going forward.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/SMUT 18+ content. Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil.

Word Count: 4:5k

Author Note: EEEPPPP! It’s like watching a car wreck happen right before your very eyes. You want to but you can’t look away!

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“Shhh—I don’t want the kids to hear.” The palm of your hand came down softly on top of Jake's lips as you straddled his waist, you couldn't help but to rock your hips back and forth as the very tip of his hardened length kissed your cervix. Jake's entire length throbbed inside your sex at the slightly mean but even hotter act. “Stop being so loud, we aren’t in some navy issued apartment where you and your STD riddled conquests can be as loud as you wanna be.” 

As soon as the kids were in bed and sleeping, you and Jake were running back to your bedroom like giddy teenagers. You led him down the hall hand in hand and even before you had your bedroom door open, Jake had his hands all over you pushed up against the hallway wall that hung family photos. Including but not limited to a few of your wedding pictures. 

“Mmm.” Jake licked a long strip up the palm of your hand before he took control of the situation and flipped the two of you over. Now he was the one on top but his perfect view hadn’t changed, you were still the star of the show whether you were riding him or under him. 

“Ew! Jake, don't be disgusting!” 

“It was not even five minutes ago that I was down between your thighs using the same tongue I just liked your hand with to make you moan.” Jake teased as he leaned in to kiss the sweet spot on the junction of your next. Your back arched at the sensation of your ex’s slow but steady thrusts. The small but audible whimper that escaped your lips had Jake smiling against your skin. “You needy girl.” He’d missed you, missed your touch, your taste, your beautiful orgasmic sounds. 

“Some of us haven’t been whoring around—“ You sighed as Jake's hands roamed your exposed body, the feeling of roughed palms against your hips sent shivers down your spine. 

“No, no some of us just use their husbands credit card to buy new sex toys—“ What else was a girl supposed to do? You still had needs, needs that weren’t gonna be met with fingers alone. 

“Ex husband.” You felt the need to reiterate. Jake's thrusts sped up slightly, giving you a little more as your nails dug deeper into the muscles that littered his back. “Ahh fuck! and you left it here for me to use.” 

“Can those toys of yours make you feel this way?” Jake groaned as his thrusts began more intent filled, he was a man with a plan, an end goal—to get you off. “Use your words Honey, be a good girl for me.” 

It had been too long, far too long since you’d felt the touch of a man. Especially your man. The pad of Jake's thumb pressed softly into the bundle of exposed nerves that were perfectly swollen and throbbing just for him. He felt you tense at the overwhelming sensation, the feeling of utter euphoria mixed with the light hearted banter that was you and Jake. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, but not until you say please.” 

“I—“ It was getting harder to formulate sentences as the wave of impending pleasures rolled in, you were right on the cusp. “Jake I—“

“You want me to make you cum don’t you?” All you could do was nod desperately. “Ohh baby girl look at you all fucked out, so far gone.” 

“Please!” Jakes hand came down the press itself against your mouth as he fucked you into the mattress. His hips slammed against your with so much need and lust he swore the both of you would have matching wounds to lick in the morning, when regret set in the the haze cleared. 

“Shhh—that’s my girl, cum for me, we don’t want the kids hearing how much of a needy little thing you are for me.” Oh this mother fucker. 

“Ahhhh fuck fuck fuck I’m cu-coming!” It was barely a sentence but from behind his palm Jake could understand what you were saying. He watched as your eyes rolled and your body tensed and your velvet walls clamped down around him. “Jake!” 

“I’ve got you Honeybee, I’ve got you.” Jake groaned as he followed right behind you, his length twitch as the all too familiar sensation of that pool forming at the base of his shaft overwhelmed him. “I’m with you—ohhhh fuckk Y/n, yesss!” 

Jake landed right on top of you as he came down from his high, completely spent. His sweaty locks tickled your nose as you peppered kisses to the very top of his head. 

“We should shower.” You broke the silence that had filled your dimly lit bedroom. 

“Is that an invitation?” Jake queried as he lifted his head from your bare chest. 

“If you’re up for it.” You replied through a loving smirk. Jake couldn’t help but to capture your lips in a headed but loving kiss. He missed you so much. 

“Oh I’m up for it.” He cooed against your lips, just trying to savour every fleeting moment he knew this was. This moment of weakness. “I'm so up for it.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“I wanna marry you.” You could still remember the words Jake spoke in the library the day you tried to break off whatever it was the two of you had become in college. It was early on in your blooming relationship, but you had your doubts. You had heard rumours he was no good, trouble if you will. That Jake was just this gloating self assured, arrogant guy who liked to throw a football around and take girls back to his dorm room to fuck and forget. 

“I wanna have kids with you.” You’d tried to let him down gently by telling him that it wasn't him, but you. And by all accounts the break up, if that's what you could even call it, went rather well. Until Jake Seresin showed up at your dorm rooms two days later after he’d practically stalked you around campus like some lost, love sick puppy you'd dumped in the rain. 

“I wanna build us a house, settle down, and grow old with you.” Jake's words were still there inside your mind as your eyelids flickered from the early morning light that threatened to consume your bedroom. The bedroom you shared with your ex husband last night.

“I wanna die when I'm one hundred and ten years old, in your arms.” Jake held you close and pressed up against his exposed chest as he slept soundly beside you. Strong arms encapsulated your torso as you woke, threatening to keep you hostage for the foreseeable future because if there was one thing about Jake you could never forget, it was his ability to press snooze over and over and over again until he had about five minutes to shit shower and shave. 

“I don't want this to just be a fling, I want a lifetime with you.” It was ironic really that you were remembering that moment as bile rose in the back of your throat because with your odds? You didn't have a lifetime to give him anymore. Regardless of your current separation. Your life was slipping through the metaphorical hands of time every day that passed.

“Oh god–” You couldn't stop it once the feeling started, the overwhelming urge to expel whatever reminisce remained in your stomach from dinner. You didn't have time to worry if you woke Jake up, you didn't have time to sneak out of his warm embrace, all you had time to do was rush to your ensuite and drop to your knees at your toilet before it was too late.  

“Y/n?” You heard Jake grumbled as he stirred at the sudden loss of your presence, he hadn’t slept so soundly in months. Having you tucked up against him still brought a solace that was unparalleled to anything Jake could ever dream of. “Honey? You alright?” All Jake was met with was the sound of violent coughing accompanied soon after by the gut wrenching sound of vomit hitting the porcelain bowl of your ensuite toilet. “Oh my god—“ 

Jake was up within seconds, the covers that barely covered his body were thrown to the side as he jumped out of your bed in just a pair of boxer briefs he’d thrown on after your sexcapades last night. They did very little to prevent your imagination from running wild with delight and lust as he came into your ensuite, you may have been feeling unwell but Jake had an adonis like body he wasn’t shy about.

“I’m fine—“ Was all you managed out before you were heaving again, your hands gripped either side of the toilet bowl like your life depended on it. 

“Here,” Jake cooed as he kneeled down behind you only to hold your hair with one hand so it wouldn’t get caught in the trajectory of your sick and rubbed small soothing circles against your back. “Maybe Lucy was right, you have been sick?” Jake couldn’t help but to frown as he watched you empty the content of your stomach into the toilet for another five minutes. Jake's mind wandered back to all the times he’d done the same thing as he was now when you were pregnant with the twins, with Sammy. 

“I’m fine—“ You sighed as you reached up to flush the toilet and wipe your mouth with some toilet paper. “Totally fine, I just—I don’t even know what it is, but I feel better now.” You couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough for your body's sudden urge to throw up. You knew exactly what it was through, the oral chemo. Those nasty little fuckers had you throwing up all day most days. “I’ll see a doctor when I get back, before the kids come home.” 

“Are you sure you still wanna go?” Jake asked as you sat back against the wall with him. “I mean, you could always come with us? Spend it with family, especially if you’re not feeling one hundred percent.” It was an enticing offer, especially since you weren’t actually going on a holiday, but rather into hospital for possible life saving surgery. 

“The trips paid for, I have to go.” You sighed miserably into Jake's shoulder as he comforted you. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your mums still holding a grudge against me for wanting to separate.”

“I’m still holding a grudge against you for that.” You reacted quickly to Jake’s witt and slapped his chest. “Ow!” He groaned playfully as you chuckled softly and shook your head. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding—“ Jake cooed as he watched you bring your knees up to your chest. “But can I ask you something?” 

“Depends on the question.” You mumbled as you pressed your forehead against Jake's shoulder. Still trying to find some comfort as lightheadedness threatened to consume you. 

Jake didn’t reply right away, he simply looked to his left a little and caught the sight of the pair of you sitting side by side on the bathroom floor. He’d spent so many nights trying to think of ways to fix things, to fix what he accidentally and unintentionally broke. But right now, after spending the night with you, being back with the kids he loved so dearly and remembering what it was he truly needed in order to be the man he wanted to be? Jake knew he needed to ask. 

“If there’s a guy—“

“Oh god Jake—“ You groaned at the idea. He was the one who’d slept with other people, not you. At least you had the decency to keep your nights out of sight. The only rumours Jake would have known were the ones he concocted on his own accord about your hips and thighs and your whispered sighs. Oh god you couldn’t even begin to imagine what his wildest dreams had been imagining about what you’d been up to during your separation. 

Because there were no other men. It was simply Jake. 

There had been far too many nights where you thought about jumping off of very tall somethings, just to see him come running and say the one thing you’d been wanting. But no. Jake never came, not since March when Coyote told you about Jake’s first air to air kill. The kill he still hadn’t told you about yet. 

“I need you to know that I’m trying here, to fix my mistakes.” 

“There’s nothing to fix Jake—“ You knew that this was a bad idea, that last night was a bad idea. That ever letting Jake believe there was any chance of reconciliation to be achieved in your marriage was a mistake. “We separated because our marriage wasn’t working, we’re no good together.” 

“That’s ass and you know it.” Jake replied rather sharply as you raised your head from his shoulder. “We were good together, we are good together, you just don’t wanna admit that this whole separation was a mistake because you still love me just as much as I love you.” 

“You just aren’t a good husband Jake!” The tone you chose to use had Jake shutting up rather quickly. Perhaps you were a little too harsh, but the hope you saw in his eyes was killing you. “I left because you didn’t love me enough to put me first.” You frowned as you tried to read Jake's facial expression. 

Surely this wasn’t a new revelation to him, he knew, right? He knew that although he loved you in his own way, Jake stopped putting you first when he figured out how high he could really climb in his career. Jake stopped putting you first when he saw his potential, his ability to be the best and nothing but. He stopped putting you first when Lenny and Lulu were born, and again when Sammy accidentally came along. He stopped putting you second and third and fourth until you weren’t ever the priority in any situation. 

“I need one more chance to show you how good of a husband I can be.” Jake nearly begged. “Just one—“

“You had ten whole years to get it right and you couldn’t do it, what makes you think one more chance is gonna miraculously solve the fact that you’re just not the type of person who should have a wife?” Part of you wanted to walk away till he really listened, you needed to be able to look into Jake's eyes and know that the two of you were feeling different. 

Jake Seresin had been told he was a lot of things. A bad friend, a good pilot, the family disappointment. He’d been told once by a supervising officer that if he didn’t have a family, maybe he’d fly less conservative, be better, take more risks. That same officer sent him to Miramar for the Dagger mission that same year when he heard through the grapevine of your separation. 

Jake had been told he was a catch, sex on legs, the life of the party and the guy any girl would be lucky to go home with. But he already had his girl, the meek library dweller who tried to break up with him in college. The woman who birthed his three children, his best friend, you. 

So the worst thing Jake Seresin had ever been told he was? Was that he was without a doubt a shitty husband. And the worst part about being told that was it came from you, the woman he loved, his wife. 

“So divorce me if I’m such a crap fucking husband Y/n!” Jake hissed. “It’s almost been an entire year and I don’t know where I stand with you?” He argued as you tried to fight off the urge to throw up again. “I can’t stay separated from you anymore, I can’t keep acting like the love of my life didn’t leave me, I can’t keep telling myself that you’ll come back, I can’t keep telling myself that you won’t find someone else who deserves you more than I do, I need you to tell me it’s over so I can move on!” 

“I—“ You wanted to blurt it out then and there as you tried to stand from the tiled bathroom floor. Jake, even in his fit or very understandable rage, reached out to help you. Even if he was a shitty husband he was still a pretty good friend. “I have—“ You wanted to tell him, tell Jake you were dying. Tell him that this time around it actually wasn’t him, but you. Hell maybe if you weren’t riddled with cancer you might even consider that one more chance he wanted so desperately. But as you stood to your feet and Jake stood to his, you saw the half packed suitcase of yours on the floor next to your bed. The suitcase you were taking to the hospital right after you watched Jake and your kids leave for the holidays. The Christmas holidays you were missing: 

Because you were fighting Cancer and Jake didn’t know. 

“I have to finish packing.” You sighed and settled with that. As you looked into Jake's eyes you could physically see the heartbreak mixing in with the emerald green. “Maybe we can organise divorce lawyers after the holidays, keep it civil, for the kids.” 

Jake remained silent as he just looked at you, his wife, telling him that yes, divorce was on the horizon after all. He just stood there in utter defeat knowing that what had become of your marriage was his own fault. You tried all you could for as long as you could before you had to let him go. 

“Just tell me his name at least.” Jake gritted his teeth. “When you find him.” You could tell Jake was holding back tears as he reached out to cup your cheek. “The guy who doesn’t fuck it up.”

“There’s not gonna be another guy.” You quietly replied as you leaned into Jake's touch. “I just need to put myself first for once and be happy with my own company.” Jake nodded like he understood but you knew deep down he didn’t believe you. The kiss he left on your forehead told you that.

“I’m gonna go get the kids up.” He explained as he cleaned his throat. “I’ll let you finish packing for your trip.” You let Jake turn on his heels and watched as he pulled those same grey sweatpants up his legs before you called his name quietly. 

“Jake?” 

“Yeah?” He replied sadly, like he had no fight left to give. There was an understanding between the two of you in that moment that this was truly the end, that whatever the two of you still were or were holding onto, that it had come to an end. 

“I’m sorry.” You pressed your lips together in an attempt not to cry, but Jakes saw your tears. He saw them looking in your lower lash line. 

“Me too.” Was all Jake replied before he left your room, leaving you alone with your own emotions and thoughts to try and calm yourself down knowing that whatever was to come would never hurt as much as officially losing the love of your life.  

***~***~***~***~***~

“Here you go baby, Jam toast.” For what’s it worth, you and Jake tried hard to keep things as normal as they could be for the kids, so when you finally made your way downstairs after showering and getting yourself ready, he was waiting with a coffee made for you like you didn’t just rip his heart from his chest and gutter stomp it into the carpet. 

“Hi mama.” Sam cooed as you walked over to where he sat on Jake’s lap being fed fingers of soggy jam toast. 

“Hi baby boy!” You smiled bright at your youngest and touched his nose with the tip of your finger. “Did you sleep okay? Are you so excited to go to grandmas today?” All little Sammy did was nod and eat his toast, Jake bounced him gently on his knee at the dining table, enjoying the moment with his son. “Where’s thing one and thing two?” You asked as you noticed the quiet lull that filled the kitchen and dining room. Lucy and Lennox were nowhere to be seen.

“They’re still getting ready.” Jake shrugged your concern off. He didn’t even bother to look at you as you took the coffee he’d made for you and took a sip. “Said they’d be down soon.” 

“Well we can’t let them mess around for too much longer, we need to get you guys off to the airport.” It was meant to be a simple statement, a conversation between adults about the appropriate time to arrive at the domestic terminal for Jake’s flight to Huston. But it wasn’t that. 

“Yeah—“ Jake rolled his eyes as Sammy asked for more soggy jam toast. “Like you said last night right, you just can’t wait to get me out of the house.” 

“Jake—don’t be this way.” You couldn’t say you were surprised that Jake had changed up his attitude so quickly, but you were a little shocked he was acting this way in front of Sam. Sure he was only two but it still felt wrong. 

“I’m not being a way.” Jake still didn’t look at you, he couldn’t. If he looked at you he was gonna lose his mind. 

“You’re acting like we’ve already signed divorce papers!” You hissed through gritted teeth and under your breath just in case your two other children came running down the stairs. 

“Well, I can't keep acting like you’re my wife now can I?” Jake could be petty if he wanted to, he once went four days without speaking to Phoenix purely because she said she reckons he can’t fuck for shit. Truth was he hadn’t had a fuck since January, truth was he took someone home that same night. Truth was he called out your name when he came and turns out Vanessa could throw a pretty hard punch. 

“Doesn’t mean you have to revert back to being Hangman, Hangman.” You mumbled under your breath but knew Jake heard you. You knew because for the first time since you came downstairs he finally looked at you. 

“What did you just call me?” Jake hissed as he stood up, he held Sam on his hip as he stepped towards you with a stern look on his face. “What the hell did you just call me?” 

“You, heard, me, want me to say it again?” You remembered the day your husband came home and told you he got his callsign. Some jerkoff by the name of Bradley Bradshaw had been assigned to be his wingman. Jake had given him his callsign, Rooster, because he thought the guy was full of chicken shit. 

But Bradley had landed Hangman after a particularly rough training session where Jake had left Bradley behind, in a real situation he would have died. And thus the Hangman was born. It was needless to say the two didn’t see eye to eye most of the time. 

“Kids!!” Jake shouted loud enough for you to jump as his voice echoed off the walls. He saw the look in your eye, the uncertainty of what the two of you were doing. So Jake stepped back, offered you a soft lipped silent apology and waited for you to silently tell you that you were good. “Get down here now! we’re leaving!” 

***~***~***~****~***~***

The airport was just as busy as it had been yesterday, only this time instead of waiting for Jake to join you and the kids, he was taking them with him, back to his mum's house for Christmas. 

You’d never spent Christmas away from your kids before so it was understandable that you were a little upset, but Jake saw the way your hands shook as you kneeled down before Lenny to fix his jumper. 

“You be so good for your dad, alright?” You cooed as you rubbed your nose against his. “And make sure you keep an eye on your sister and brother on the farm.”

“I wish you were coming with us mum.” Lucy added as she jumped on your back and clung to you with her arms around your shoulders. 

“I know baby I know, but I packed a few presents in your bags from me and dad and Santa will know where you are too.” Jake had an extra duffel full of all the toys your kids would be receiving this year, plus any extra they received from Jake’s side of the family. You knew Janeen and Rodney would go overboard as always. 

“Enjoy your holiday mum!” Lucy giggled in your ear as you hugged her arms. 

“I will baby I will, and I’ll miss you all so much!” 

“We better head off.” Jake hesitantly interrupted. He didn’t want to come across as if he was trying to hurry the goodbye along. Knew how important it was for you to say goodbye, even if he thought it was an unnecessary one. You should have been spending Christmas with them. 

“No—No you’re right, you guys better hurry along now or else you’ll miss your flight.” You tried to hide your sadness as you rose to your feet. “Bye my little guy.” You cooed to Sammy as he sucked his thumb and let his head rest against Jake's shoulder. “Seeya Daddio, take care of them will you?”

“Don’t stress, I’ve got them Honey.” Jake reminded you softly as he brought you in for your own goodbye. He had no idea how much that one act of kindness meant to you. The last touch of a man who would never know what you were about to go through and already going through. “Alright kiddos, let’s roll out!” He smiled as you let go and watched your family head further into the airport. Lucy was the only one who looked back at you to see you waving as they disappeared into the crowd. 

It was only when you lost sight of your little family did you finally allow yourself to break. With a hand over your mouth you sobbed quietly to yourself before you turned to head back to the car. 

“You’re on your own now.” In a 2009 research paper titled Gender disparity in the rate of partner abandonment in patients with serious medical illness, a study was conducted out of a pool of five hundred and fifteen married people suffering a vast array of serious medical illnesses. 

Out of those five hundred and fifteen participants, fifty three percent were female and the other forty seven percent were men. What researchers found over the course of this particular study was that the gender disparity when dealing with divorce was that twenty one percent of women diagnosed with chronic or serious illnesses were being divorced by their husbands, while men were only around the three percent mark. 

You were handed that pamphlet in the same doctor's appointment where you were told you had stage three A, triple positive grade three invasive doctoral carcinoma. It was something oncologists had started adopting rather recently as those rates had risen rather rapidly since 2009. 

Good thing you had already separated from your husband prior to your diagnosis huh? 

“You’re all on your own.”

***~***~***~***~***~***

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[onlycrystal]

a night to remember

cw: smut (obvi), reader is a virgin, dom! toji, sub! female reader, age gap (reader is in college), reader is shy, ddlg, size kink, praise kink, tojis a lil mean andddd i think that’s it

authors note: this is my first time writing i’m so sorry if it’s bad😭

rave music blared in your ears, while at the same time, the flashing colorful lights began to hurt your eyes. you looked across the club at your friends and their boyfriends, drinking and dancing (pretty much grinding) with eachother. you sighed, mixing the ice in your diet soda with your straw. you had never been a party girl, but today was your friends 21st birthday.

“it’ll be fun, y/n! pleaseee please come,” she begged as she saw the hesitation in your eyes, but you couldn’t say no.

which led you to now. alone at the bar, developing a headache from the setting you found yourself in, and wanting to go home. it didn’t help that you were wearing a short dress too, sure it was cute, but you shamefully kept pulling it down to avoid it riding up.

you sighed and continued to sip your drink, when all of the sudden out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of someone sitting down next to you. he was definitely an older man, probably late 30s early 40s. at least 6 feet tall and buff as hell. his raven covered locks slightly covered his gaze, and he had a scar on his lip that enhanced his grin. you looked up at him, to find him already staring at you. although you were both sitting down, you still had to look up to meet the man’s gaze. he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, those green eyes looking you up and down. and that smirk, it never left his face.

“i’ll take a beer, and how bout a shot of vodka for this lovely lil’ lady?” he asked the bartender

“i-i uh… i actually don’t drink…” you said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands. oh, he was having a field day with this. you were just sooo cute <3

“that’s alright sugar, then how bout a diet coke instead?” he winked at you and you felt your face start to heat up. who was this guy?

the bartender walked away and he didn’t waste anytime. “now, what’s a lovely lil girl like you doing in a place like this alone?” his tone was playful, though you still had trouble being in his presence. he was just so intimidating. “o-oh my friends ditched me.. they’re somewhere over there.” you huffed, looking off in the direction of your friends. had they seriously forgotten about you?

the bartender came back with your drinks, handing you your drink that you immediately began drinking. “you got a name, darling?” he said, taking a gulp of his beer. “it’s uh… y/n”

“pretty.” he said, looking straight into your eyes with lust, “names toji”

“‘s nice to meet you t-toji…” you kept your gaze down, feeling his eyes never leaving you like a predator. your headache worsened, and his head tilted at you, seeing you wince in pain. “you need to go outside, doll? you ain’t looking well… i’ll come with ya”

you nodded your head meekly, beginning to stand up and wobbling slightly as you did. this was all just too much. suddenly, you felt an arm grasp at you side, pulling you close. it was toji. he walked you both outside as you shyly kept your blushing face close to his toned chest. you reached the outside and already felt yourself feeling better, breathing in the fresh air carefully.

you realized you were still snug up against his torso, when you moved away quickly. your face turned pink “s-sorry! i didn’t mean to uh… i didnt-“ he grinned looking down at you from a foot distance “it’s alright babydoll…” he brought you close again, kneeling down to match your gaze. he tucked a fray hair behind your ear and kept a hand on your face “pretty lil thing… aren’t ya?” you were frozen, his face was so close to yours and he was just so handsome… those green eyes are so entrancing, you thought. and that scar…

suddenly, he closed the gap between you two and kissed you. you felt his tongue swirl into your mouth as he bit your lip, causing you to whimper in pain and pleasure. he pulled away, “whaddya say we take this to my place, darlin’?”

you considered. your friends were already drunk off their asses and had forgotten about you. you looked at toji again. he was a very attractive man and as much as he intimidated you, he also enchanted you. you had never had such a fine guy come up to you, and he seemed nice. what’s the worse that could happen, you thought to yourself.

you looked at the ground blushing harshly and fidgeting your fingers yet again, “s-sure…” he grinned as he called you both a taxi.

————————————————————————

you arrived at his apartment, and walked in. it was far from unkempt. the kitchen was clean, and he had an organized living room with limited furniture. you didn’t know what to do with yourself, and looked at him. he was unbuttoning a couple of the buttons on his sleek shirt and looked down to see you gazing at him, looking away quickly and shyly as he caught you looking. “ah! s-sorry…” you turned the other way, hearing a deep chuckle come from behind you.

“adorable…” he muttered, as he walked behind you pressing his body against yours. you froze as he began to pepper kisses along your neck, sucking ever so slightly just enough to make you moan quietly. his grip was harsh as he laid kisses all over your body. you turned around and starting making out with him. he groaned into your lips, and his gaze angled down as he say you standing on your tippy toes wobbling in order to barely meet his lips. he chuckled and picked you up suddenly to place you on his marbled kitchen counter. your legs wrapped around his body as you both embraced harshly.

he pulled away, your lip stick had smeared on his lips, leaving him with berry marks all over his lips. “come on shorty~” he picked you up and began walking to his bedroom.

he placed you on his bed, which was made neatly and quite comfortable. he started to unbutton the rest of his shirt, and took it off. his exposed chest was toned perfectly. this man was muscular af, like he could crush you easily. he gazed at you and smirked sleezily.

“what, do you even need help undressing, lil girl?” he began walking over to you, and the height between you grew. you looked up and gulped, “no! i just…er- i…” you nervously fidgeting in your place as toji began to piece things together. he let out a booming chuckle which only further embarrassed you. “my fucking god. i landed myself a virgin, didnt i?~” that same playful tone, but you could hear the lust and desire behind it. he put his hand on your chin and forced to look up at him. “daddy’ll take care of you just fine~”

he began taking your dress off, leaving you in just a bra and panties. toji pinned you down on the bed, interlocking his fingers with you passionately as you made out with eachother sloppily. he unclipped your bra sleekly, and fondled your pretty boob in his hand while sucking on the other. you moaned in pleasure. as he continued to suck on one, his hand moved down further and slipped your panties down your legs.

“shit babygirl, all this for me?” he grinned at your wetness, causing you to blush into the pillow beside you. “nuh-uh, i wanna see you while i fuck you on my fingers.” without warning, he shoved one of his thick fingers into your hole. shit, this was enough to get you off. “toji~ hahh~” you pawed at his chest, moaning loudly. “keep making those pretty lil noises, honey”

he roughly jammed his fingers in and out of your hole, sinful noises filling the bedroom. he rubbed your clit harshly, and tears began to pool at your eyes. “hnnng! t-toji, i’m c-cumming~” his pace didn’t slow. “on my fingers, like a good girl, come on you can do it”

you cum all over his fingers, coating them in a white slick. he brings the fingers up to his mouth and sucks at them. “shit doll, i need to get a better taste of you” he licked his lips and began sloppily eating you out. the pleasure was so immense, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. this man was eating you out like it was his last meal, tongue hitting all the right spots perfectly. you felt your second orgasm forming. as you began to moan louder and louder, toji backed away from your pussy. you whimpered at the loss of pleasure, looking at him to see him fidgeting with his pants.

he let his cock spring free from his pants, and your face went white. it was like nothing you’d ever seen before, he was huge. you were kinda expecting it based off of his build in general but holy shit.

“you gonna keep staring or let me fuck you?” he asked playfully, laughing at your shocked expression.

you began to back up a little into the bed and muttered “‘m scared…”

“oh darling, there’s nothing to be scared of~ let me take care of y’a, alright?” he sat against the headboard of the bed and carried you into his lap. he kissed you again, and you began to become less scared.

you nodded meekly, and he gave you that sleezy grin of his. you could not get enough of this man. “i’ll go slow hun’, don’t wanna hurt you…” he lined up at your entrance and slowly began lowering you onto his dick. you began letting out whimpers and moans of pain, he was so big. “t-toji! hah~~ so f-full…~” you panted and tightened harshly around him. he groaned in pleasure “keep squeezing me like that darlin’ holy fuck.” you were now completely engulfing toji, legs shaking from the pleasure and arms around his neck, scratching at his back. tears formed in your eyes as your whimpers grew louder. “d-daddy, i-it hurts~”

“you’re okay, kid.” he continued groaning as he slowly began bouncing you up and down on his dick. “fuck, you feel so good princess~” you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as his pace quickened. however, it was starting to feel a lot better. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever encounter “f-fuck toji~ ‘m close!!” he continued to bounce you up and down as his grip against your hips tightened and his pace quickened. “already princess? you can hang on a lil’ - fuck - longer for daddy.” he let out low moans in your eyes which sent butterflies straight down to your pussy. you whimpered directly in his ear as you fought back your orgasm for him. “toji p-please~” he looked into your eyes “come on my cock princess~ gonna fill you up so good, you want daddy’s cum? yeah you want it?” he chuckled at you, but you didn’t care. nothing mattered to you, you needed a release. your moans loudened as you came all over his dick, a white slick glistening on his abs. “fuck, ah~” toji moaned lowly as he came inside you. you fell onto his chest, so mind-fucked.

“t-that was…” you panted, out of breath against his chest. “i’d say the same, princess” he winked at you and smiled. “let’s get you cleaned up, k?”

GUYS this is my first time writing anything like this i’m sorry if it’s very bad. also send me requests if you want!

[cathedral-of-sinners]

Can I request al haithams alphabetical? Thanks in advance ❤️

Oh god you may anon, I'd do anything for that man 🥵

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CWs: No pronouns/genitalia mentioned for reader, reader can be either sub or dom depending on the section, bit if a modern!au in D (that or kameras can record), unspecified undergarment stealing (D), semi-proofread!

— Alhaitham: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Soft <3 Kisses you on the cheek, lips, shoulder, or temple (whatever is closest), whispering sickly sweet words and petnames into your skin. He kind of nudges you with his head, cat-like as he comes down from that high. It’s with one final kiss does he slowly get up, reaching for the water he set aside and the towel on the nightstand drawer. If there was anything else you wanted, just let him know.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

The column of your neck and the shell of your ear. He loooooves nibbling and biting when he takes you, especially from behind. The way you squirm and arch into his chest, ass rubbing against his throbbing cock just makes him want to ravish you more.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

As much as Alhaitham loves stretching you out on his cock and stuffing you full of his cum, there’s a special place in his heart for cum shots. To him, seeing how his seed paints your face white reminds him that you’re all his <3

D = Dirty Secret

Alhaitham may or may not enjoy filming your sessions (permission granted of course). However, he won’t tell you which ones he records. He finds that it lets you act natural, unworried about having to act a certain way.

On days you’re not able to assist him he turns to these archives, large hand wrapped around his cock and a pair of your undergarments tangled in between. It's all for research though, nothing else, his heavy breathing and erratic heart are just a by-product of his studies.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 

This man… This dude… He may exude the idea that he’s experienced but man oh man is he a virgin among virgins. Alhaitham likes his quiet time and doesn’t do more than he has to, a routine go to work then go home, with necessary chores, errands and books added to the mix. That’s it; there’s no time or desire for love or sex, sticking more to factual and logical things. Until he met you of course.

With all that said, I shrill think he knows a lot in theory and just hasn’t been able to put any of it into practice (maybe you can help him with that ;)).

F = Favourite Position

Anything that has your back flushed against his chest. Standing, laying, it doesn’t matter. He really likes the feeling of your warmth against him, it’s just a bonus to have easy access to a lot of your sensitive spots in these positions.

A close second is having you on top, riding him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Alhaitham is known to be blunt and to get right to business. Even when he does crack a rare joke or two he’s serious sounding. So, his seriousness can and does bleed into intimate affairs. It’s just his nature. However, he does drop teases here and there at times, but that’s the extent of it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Mhm! Pretty little patch of gray with an equally appealing happy trail lay hidden beneath those tight pants of his. He keeps himself decently kept but doesn’t worry over it often. Only when he deems a little trim is needed will he take action.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

On his own, he’s not as romantic as he’s capable of. He's not one to show his emotions outwardly and even after being with you for some time, it's something he still needs work on. Alhaitham may not whisper rose petals to you as he fucks you, but he can and does hold your hand. He'll kiss you fiercely as well, lips searing as he tries to burn the feeling into your memory, hoping to make you dizzy with a kiss alone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

So strategic with when and where he does it you'd think he doesn't do it at all. Oh, but he does. It's not often but it happens, sometimes in his office, other times in his bedroom, sparked solely by evidence left behind of times when your form laid bare beneath him, moans filling the space only for him to shush you, less someone hear.

Alhaitham will attempt to ignore the stir of his cock, trying his best to return back to his task, but it's not long later does the strain become too much and he's pulling it out, imagining it's you instead of him taking care of the problem only you can cause.

Unfortunately, it's not enough, so he'll have to seek you out or wait until you return home. He's sure you'll remember just as well as he did the moment he brings it to your attention.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism: Gets off so bad when fucking you in places you could get caught. His office? Hell yeah. Around the Akademiya? You better watch your volume, someone might hear. In an alley just out of shot of the streets of Sumeru City? Honestly, it’s his personal favourite!

Bondage: This is both for himself and you. Alhaitham likes how they feel and look on you both, the way the one being tied can get toyed with so easily.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's got two: the first one is the bedroom. Private, soundproof (Kaveh pushed him to his limit one night), the bathroom is right there for afterwards and it's just overall comfy.

Then, for those of you that have been in Alhaitham's house in-game, you know the table surrounded by couches in the main room? Yeah, that's his second place. Perfect height to sit or lay on, it's right there for the times neither of you can be bothered to walk the extra few feet and it also feeds into that exhibitionist kink I mentioned earlier.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Don’t be afraid to take the lead and be a little rough with him. Push him up against the wall, take charge when kissing, tug at his clothes and hair a little here and there. Alhaitham will respond with just as much fever as you, a recipe for a passionate night with yours truly!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Threesomes: Ok, I’m not saying he wouldn’t but I’m also saying yeah he wouldn’t. Alhaitham is the sort of man that can’t fully share his partner. A look but don't touch situation. That and also the people that are highest on the threesome list (Kaveh and Cyno) are recipes for disasters. A fight would break out before the main act could even happen (KAVEH). 5 to 6 out of 10, if you’re really lucky it might work out but don’t count on it. It's better to avoid it altogether...

Anything that overly insults his or your intelligence: he just doesn’t vibe with that. He’d hate to brush aside your strengths wherever they may be and he knows damn well that he’s got brains himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’ll say he has no preference, and he really doesn’t since he derives pleasure from both giving and receiving, but deep, deep, deep down he likes receiving just a little more. Maybe it’s because you’ve pleasured him so well in the past that the image of you and the thought and feelings he felt in those moments stay with him, invading his mind during his day-to-day life. You make him crave more of your divine mouth, so much so he finds himself counting the minutes until he can go home to you and deal with his currently growing problem.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Alhaitham tends to begin slowly, allowing you time to adjust to the stretch his cock brings. He'll give a few gentle yet deep thrusts before launching off into a faster pace, the sounds of skin slapping loud as it echoes in the room. If anyone heard, they might be inclined to wince, but to you, it's the sounds of your lover bringing you pure pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Has little to no preference between the two, both are things he can play with to his favour and both are pleasurable. Hence, he likes both. They don't happen very often though due to Alhaitham's drive. When they do happen, Alhaitham can come off quite cold, quick to zip himself back up and leave. It was a quickie for a reason, he's got places to be. Of course, he'll leave you with a kiss and makes sure you're alright, helping you fix yourself too. Makes it up later though by doing something for you (he might make dinner, draw you a bath or cuddle you while he reads. He might even read to you!)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh yeah he’s down. You could bring up anything and he’ll treat it like you’re talking about the weather. Very nonchalant regardless of who brings it up. “Hm. Very well, we can try that if you’d like.” “Would you be willing to try out (blank) in the bedroom?”

Doesn’t try many things in the heat of the moment very often, preferring to bring them up later. Sure, Alhaitham will contemplate if he’s able to but chooses not to. He’d rather hear your input on the matter first.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Mr. Feeble Scholar my ass… kinda. Unlike the stamina of, say, the General Mahamatra or a Harbinger, Alhaitham ticks in a way where he can do short, powerful bursts of energy that can last decently long but not an impressive amount either. He’s got two stellar rounds in him before things start to decline - three if he plays his cards nicely.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Never owned any since he didn't have the need or want for them, though if you're one who'd like to use them he doesn't mind. Welcomes it actually, with no resistance whatsoever (he’s curious). Mainly uses them on you but lets you indulge and use them on himself from time to time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HA! This man can tease like the devil if he wants to! There’s this deeper part of him that grows satisfied when you get whiny or grow embarrassed. And he’s not one to shy away and lets you know he enjoys it, the smirk he wears is all he has to show.

His favourite way to tease you is by keeping his thrusts and touches slow and shallow. He’ll edge you for as long as you’re capable of being edged for.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Alhaitham is pretty quiet, letting out near-silent huffs and grunts from time to time. They grow in frequency the closer he gets to cumming, a few curses slipping out but he still manages to keep it decently down. If you want to hear him moan more then you’ll have to take charge and dominate.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Baths as a form of aftercare are something he both enjoys and hates. He loves how it makes the aches just melt away, and if you were so kind as to join him, then he's enjoying the feel of your body pressed against his. He'll relax under your touch while you wash him and he washes you, or as you trace shapes into his arms while you both continue to prune in the warm water.

But that's precisely why he hates it. He's going to end up falling asleep at this rate! Then there's the inevitable moment when you both have to get out. Just... sad times :(

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

HE’S THICK TRUST ME!! *passes away* A tiny bit longer than average with a pretty red tip to top it all off. No prominent features like veins or bends, just a fucking gorgeous weewee.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Actually not very high! But also if you’re in the mood it’s a 50/50 if he’ll get into it easily. I’d say twice a week with and without stimulants does the urge strike him.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After a long day and an extensive session of lovemaking with you, Alhaitham is tired. He’s halfway to unconsciousness the moment his head hits the pillow and you’re beside him. If you try to talk with him you’ll get a coherent response the first couple times before they dissolve into hums and mumbles. That’s not to say he’s so tired he can’t perform aftercare, he’s plenty capable to wash off you and himself, asking you if you’d like anything or just overall reassurance. It’s only when he’s gotten comfortable with the intent to go to bed does the fatigue settle in.

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♡Happy (early) Valentines day!♡

I will be posting some romantic one-shots for each of the turtles! Some may not be out on Valentine's day, but throughout this week :)

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♡Leo's grand gesture♡

♡Valentines day special♡

Warnings: Fluff, slightly kissing.

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When you heard knocking at your door, your heart threatened to leap out of your chest. You knew it was Leo. He had invited you out for Valentine's day, telling you to wear your nicest outfit, and be ready for a big surprise.

You had just finished getting dressed in your fanciest outfit as he requested, and your hair was done just how you liked it.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by Leo, who had a huge grin on his face. He was in a smooth deep blue suit, his tie matching his mask. He smelled like his fruity perfume, and you more than likely would smell like it by the end of the day.

“Happy Valentine's day Y/n!” Leo beamed, smiling like a kid in a candy store. He moved his hand from behind his back, making a small bow as he offered you two dozen bright red roses, tied together in a beautiful bouquet.

You blushed, grinning. “Leo!” You said excitedly, taking the flowers slowly, smelling them. “These are beautiful!”

He smiled, blushing at your reaction. “Not as beautiful as you, mi amor…”

Leo stepped into the door, gently lifting your chin with a delicate hand, giving you a small kiss. It was slow, soft, and way too short for your liking. He pulled back slowly, watching your face with an expression somewhere between a delighted grin and a mischievous smirk.

You blushed even more, grinning. You chuckled, taking one of the roses and tucking it in his lapel. It matched the red crescents around his eyes perfectly.

“So where are we going?” You ask, smiling excitedly up at him, holding the roses close to your chest.

Leo smiled. “It's a surprise! Trust me, you’ll love it…”

He took your hand and held it gently. You could tell he was excited.

“You may want to leave those roses here, though…”

“Run of the Mill Pizza?” You ask, looking at him curiously. You loved this pizza place, but it seemed like the two of you were way over dressed for it.

Leo nodded. “You’ll see!” he offered his arm, and you held it as you walked in.

Huaso met you two at the door, his usual expression plastered on his face… But even he smiled slightly when he saw the two of you together.

“Senior Huaso! El especial please,” Leo grinned, giving Huaso a wink.

Huaso nodded, and began walking, leading you to… somewhere.

“Right this way, señor and señora,” He said, waving his hand.

You were confused, but went along with it anyway.

Huaso led you two all the way to the back of the restaurant, into a back room that you didn’t recall seeing there earlier.

Huaso stood in front of the door momentarily, before opening it with a small dramatic bow.

The whole room was set up like a ballroom. Candles on the tables creating an ambiance or warmth and glow, shadows casting on the walls. It smelled like flowers, several bouquets of red roses sat on the tables, and rose petals scattered the outsides of the floor. Music was playing, a Spanish slow dance mix.

The whole thing was something out of a fantasy novel- something fitting for a prince or princess.

Leo stepped into the room first, holding out his hand to you, bowing slightly.

“May I have this dance…?” He asked, smiling up at you, blushing.

You smiled and nodded, eyes aglow with excitement as you set your hand onto his. “Yes…”

Leo smiled, lifting your hand and lowering his head slightly, kissing the back of your hand gently without breaking eye contact.

You grinned, giggling. This was just too perfect…

Huaso shut the door, and left you two alone in the picture perfect ballroom.

Leo led you by the hand into the middle of the room, grinning like crazy. His perfume mixed with the smell of roses, creating a lovely floral scent.

He held your hand in one of his, then another one of his hands going to your hip.

Your hand rested gently on his shoulder, giving his hand a squeeze.

Wordlessly he took a small step backwards, leading the way into a slow dance.

You grinned at him, and he grinned at you.

Leo held you close, only a few inches between the two of you as you danced together.

“Leo… This is incredible,” You say, voice just above a whisper to keep from breaking the atmosphere.

Leo smiled. “I’m glad you like it, mi amor… Only the best for mi hermosa amor…”

You blushed.

So many feelings raced through your head. The butterflies in your gut, the warm glow of the room, the slow dance music, Leo’s hand in yours and the other on your hip…

It was beautiful.

“Leo…?” You say, looking down before looking back up into his eyes. His eyes were aglow with excitement, and his face reflected the candles around the room.

“Yes, mi hermosa?” Leo smiled, blushing on his cheeks.

So many thoughts- so many ways to say it- but the butterflies told you to say it only one way…

“I love you…”

Leo’s smile grew brighter- full of love and excitement. He pulled you closer to him.

“I love you too, Y/n…” Leo whispered.

You smiled brightly, blushing. You stepped slightly closer, your chin over his shoulder as you leaned your head against him, completely against him.

Leo smiled, blushing, 1000 butterflies overtaking his gut.

He leaned against you too, his hand moving from your hip to put his arm around the small of your back. He felt so happy- like all of the stress of the world was just lifted away.

Like it was only you two, slow dancing the night away.

You two swayed to the slow beat of the music for a long time, just enjoying the closeness.

You pulled back a little, just enough to be face to face with him, he smiled at you, seeming like he was in a complete dream.

He glanced down at your lips once, just as you did the same. Slowly you leaned in, pressing your lips gently against his.

It was slow. Soft. And the two of you barely moved until Leo came back to his senses a little more.

He used his arm around your back to pull you even closer, and he used his other hand to caress your cheek slowly.

It felt like a daydream. Magical, amazing, and something the two of you would remember for years and years to come…

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Hope you like it! Happy Valentine's day!! ^v^

~Other Valentine's day specials~

Mikey- Donnie- Raph Coming soon

♡Bye bye butterflies!♡

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a celebration of me, sunny, reaching nine-hundred/one thousand flowers on this blog - thank you so so much, from the bottom of my heart

welcome to sunny's 1k flowers! this is a celebration in favor of all nine-hundred/one thousand of you clicking that follow button!

✎ A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR ⇘ : :

a little note from me, sunny: thank you all so so so much! when i started this blog i never thought one, i'd write fics based on hockey players or other athletes, and two, that i would gain so many friends and followers. i am grateful for each and every one of you, from those who i talk to on a daily, to those i talk to once a week, to those who talk to me on anon, to those who simply just like a post of mine now and then. you all mean the world to me and i am so thankful, as I've said before, for all of you for supporting me. i love you all so so so so so so so so much 💜 (also please read all rules and things like that, thank you!)

✎ ABOUT THE EVENT ⇘ : :

➺ as stated this is a celebration of me because of you, so you all are mostly in control

➺ similar to lots of others, there will be a key for requesting (the flowers)

➺ please read all rules and descriptions of the flowers otherwise it will get messy

➺ this event will run from monday, april 15 2024, 12:00 am cst to sunday, april 29 2024, 11:59 pm cst | these dates are tentative, at least the end date

➺ similarly, all requests, except for the tulip ones, will be completed by the following weekend. just because i'm still answering them doesn't mean i'm still taking them

➺ there are more prompts at the end of this post and feel free to mix and match prompts too! you don't have to use the platonic prompts for the laughing lotus, you can use any of the others ones as well!

➺ as always, please be kind in the requests and be patient with me :)

✎ THE FLOWERS ⇘ : :

➺ 🌻 you've picked the soft sunflower! this flower is for the ones who love a cute, romantic, sweet night in with their loved one. this flower contains a sickening amount of sweet pollen to make honey | customize your sunflower here -> fluff prompts!

➺ 🪻you've picked the lonely lavender! this flower is for the ones who are in a relationship with angst, plus for the ones who can't seem to keep their flowers alive. this flower is prone to dying, unable to keep alive | customize your lavender here -> angst prompts!

➺ 🌹you've picked the restless rose! this flower is for the ones who don't mind getting their hands a little bloody to make things worth it. the rose has it's thorn but with care and patience will turn out gorgeous. it's a bumpy ride at first, but in the end they turn out beautiful. this flower comes with guaranteed emotional whiplash | customize your rose here -> hurt/comfort prompts! (please only use the first set of prompts on that post)

➺ 🪷 you've picked the laughing lotus! this flower is for the ones who love their friends and family as much as their loved one, it's great to give them a flower for a chance as well, and great for a little laugh. this flower has many different possibilities but all include the same level of platonic-ness | customize your lotus here -> platonic prompts

➺ 🌷you've picked the trustworthy tulip! this flower is for the ones who are my dearest friends, my favorite people, my mutals. this is for mutals and mutuals alone. tulips are classic and can always be relied on to be good, but they do come in all different forms and colors, so choose wisely which one you pick. this flower comes with a full length fic of your choosing (who it's with, what it's about, etc.) one per mutual and you must have anon off to be able to request this.

➺ 💐 you've picked the buttload bouquet! these flowers are for the one's who just simply cannot choose which one is the best. please choose f1 or hockey (and people you definitely want to be included), and then choose what you want them to react to (you getting injured, you surprising them, you stealing their sweatshirt, etc.) or something short and sweet you want them to do (cuddling after a long day, self-care/princess treatment, what they would do after a date, etc.) see below for more detail

✎ WHO I WRITE FOR AS OF NOW/BUTTLOAD BOUQUET ⇘ : :

➺ for the buttload bouquet if you're confused as to who i already write for and want to know if your person/people are already on here. like stated in the above, please include if there is someone you definitely want me to write for!

➺ just because they are listed here doesn't mean I'm going to write them in the buttload bouquet, i am only going to write for those who are stated explicitly and a few of my other favorites/main ones i write for

➺ hockey: connor bedard, landon slaggert, kevin korchinski, alex vlasic, lukas reichel, nico hischier, jack hughes, luke hughes, john marino, dawson mercer, trevor zegras, jamie drysdale, cole caufield, juraj slafkovsky, quinn hughes, alex turcotte, moritz seider, mitch marner, matthew knies, mathew tkachuk, mathew barzal, adam fantilli

➺ f1: charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, logan sargeant, carlos sainz (also ollie bearman and arthur leclerc ofc)

✎ OTHER PROMPTS ⇘ : :

i'll keep you safe || master prompt list

[sailxrmxrs]

so. it's been a few months. OOPS. the creative juices have not been flowing lately BUT WE ARE SO BACK. and getting festive!! today we're decorating for christmas with our beloved infinite blue boys. this one won't be full fics but more so thoughts strung together. throwing my brain at my computer screen and seeing what sticks type beat. shoutout to itsu for the art that made me go insane abt the boys and desperate to write smth again. also shoutout to ito for listening to me ramble my thoughts aloud. always a pleasure to brainrot with u. determined to try and get back to regular writing but we shall see how that goes LMAO. for now enjoy christmas decorating gamers WOOOO.

♡ leo ♡

Leo gets SO excited for Christmas time. He loves seeing the neighbourhood lit up with strings of lights and bright displays of festivity. He's not one to hold back either with his own decorations. Leo has built up a rather eclectic collection of decorations and baubles for his Christmas tree, most of them being movie references or themed. Stormtrooper wearing a Santa hat, a resin hanging decoration made to look like a stack of Lord of the Rings books, that sort of thing. He excitedly asks what sort of fun decorations you own or want to get because he wants the tree to match both of your interests. Definitely surprises you with a few that he thinks you'll like, barely able to contain himself. Leo is bad at keeping presents a surprise. He just loves seeing how excited you get!! Very much the embodiment of golden retriever boyfriend. Always. I can see Leo also having some decorations with sentimental value too. Like this one bauble he painted as a kid that's definitely not the prettiest mix of colours, but it brings back memories of childhood and excitedly trying to stay up late to see Santa leaving presents behind. He LOVES good christmas tradition too. Every Christmas Eve he's watching the same movie (probably Home Alone) with an array of snacks laid out to enjoy. He loves getting to share it all with you too as well as starting new traditions for future Christmases together. For example, this year he dumped strips of coloured paper on the floor, put his Christmas playlist on, and declared you were both making paper chains and paper snowflakes to hang around the house with the tinsel already on display. There's no such thing as too many decorations in Leo's world so I hope you're prepared for your home to look like a festive spirit exploded in every room. Bonus note he also owns sets of festive pyjamas specifically for December and will only wear these. If it's not Christmas related he isn't touching it. Also owns slippers made to look like reindeer.

♡ milo ♡

Milo might just be the worst one to decorate for Christmas with. He's never really been overly fussed about buying decorations or a tree and has literally nothing of the sort at home. He hadn't even considered the thought that you might want to indulge a little and spend a day or two putting up lights or finding a tree for your shared living room. When you do mention the idea to him, Milo is somewhat surprised, but will nod along that sure you can get a tree. Will suggest you buy one of those pop-up trees that comes with the ornaments already attached because it's easier and will only take a couple minutes to set up and put into place. It takes a lot of convincing to sway him away from that idea. He doesn't seem to realise that half the fun is spending hours fighting the tangled mess of lights, or finding that one specific ornament you bought a few years ago just to hang front and centre on the tree. Will only agree to it if you promise to buy him an early Christmas present too. Bribery is a wonderful tool for convincing Milo to join in all the traditional couple behaviours and outings. He'll enjoy it once he's there and sees how much you're enjoying yourself, but will make a point to complain about the weather, or that he's getting bored looking at different variations of the same lights. His boredom is easily cured by a request to get food before heading home. Once you're home, he offers to reach all the tallest parts you can't reach, but not before making a smug joke about how you only asked him to help because you wanted the extra pair of hands. At the end of it all, he'll be stood behind you, arms enclosed around you and pulling your back against his chest. Will rest his chin atop your head and admit that yes, he had a lot of fun today and yes he will do it again next year. Offers to take you out again next weekend to go ice skating or put together gingerbread houses. Just as long as you don't make him wear one of those awful Christmas jumpers Leo sent a picture of himself wearing the other day. You don't make any promises.

♡ rory ♡

Ever the hopeless romantic, Rory equally adores and despises this time of year. He loves the romanticism of the festive atmosphere, the twinkling fairy lights, the decadence of the food. He's secretly been craving the chance to share it all with someone else. But he would never admit to it. Which is also the cause for his self-proclaimed hatred of the holiday season. He likes to lament about how so much of it is commercialised and specifically catered to couples wanting an excuse to show off how cute they are. He'll acutely ignore the fact that you came home to him watching one of those cheesy Netflix Christmas rom-coms. The type where a prince gets isekaied into the suburbs of New York and falls in love with generic city woman. Will try to hide his face in the neckline of his sweater while you set down boxes of decorations to dress up the room. Claims he wants no part of it and acts all indifferent to your enthusiasm, though it is blatantly evident on his face that he actually means the exact opposite. So you get to hanging baubles from the tree, singing along to Christmas songs as they chime from the speakers. It's when you notice Rory stand up, eyes flickering from you, to the tree, to the floor, that you ask if he would like to give you a hand. Will say no, but you should move that one ornament a bit higher up. It will look better there. Or maybe add a different coloured one there to brighten up that section. Pass a box of ornaments to him and tell him that if he's going to comment on your decorating then he better just do it himself. Rory acts as though this is some large inconvenience but within minutes he's quietly singing along under his breath, a rosy colour staining his cheeks. Pull out some mistletoe and watch him turn an even brighter red. Do it I dare u. And once the room is sufficiently dressed up for Christmas, Rory will collapse back on the sofa, shyly admitting how much he loved spending the time with you as you burrow into the warmth of his side. Will get a little flustered but tries to play it cool until you tease him about finishing the rom-com you caught him watching earlier. Goes to push you away but immediately pulls you back in. Maybe he can be a little more affectionate than usual today. Maybe.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei doesn't usually decorate a whole lot around the festive season. It's not for a lack of wanting to, nor does he dislike it at all, but rather he just never felt like he had a reason to before. For him, Christmas always felt like a very family-oriented time of year so after he moved out, the thought simply never occurred to him that he could go out and buy a tree and ornaments, even just for his desk at work. When you pose the idea to him to get your home all decorated up for the season, Alexei's interest is piqued. He will scroll for ideas on how to pick a colour theme and will get really into the colour ratio of the baubles too. He lines the tree with golden fairy lights and makes sure the balance of red and green baubles is even. Makes sure to find tinsel that matches the exact shades as well so it doesn't look mismatched at all. It's really rather cute how focused he'll get over it, eyebrows furrowed and this tiny little crease in his forehead. Stands with a look a pure concentration in the way his eyes are surveying the tree from top to bottom, his finger tapping against his lip while you watch from your spot on the sofa sipping a hot chocolate Alexei made for you. You tried to tell him he doesn't need to take it so seriously with the way he's alternating between different coloured baubles but your voice falls on deaf ears. He'll stand back to admire his handiwork, looking to you for excitable approval. Once he deems it good enough, Alexei will lay down, his head just beneath the tree, and he'll gesture for you to join him. He feels all tired out after a day of decorating and has a distinct urge to nap under the tree like a cat. Will sleepily ramble about how he's been looking forward to spending the holiday with you, how he's excited to try all these new things and start ned traditions with you until eventually his eyes betray him and they blink slower and slower and he's falling asleep in your arms.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn's home on Christmas is a sight to behold. The man knows how to decorate no matter what the occasion may be. He always loves to make a day of it too. Expect him to wake you up with a cup of tea, already dressed in a cosy Christmas sweater with his hair unstyled and a little messy. Winter Brooklyn is a delight for the eyes. Especially when he's got a hand-knitted scarf bundled around his neck and matching gloves warming his hands. Drives you to a local Christmas tree farm he always visits on the first weekend of December every year without fail. The owners know him by name at this point and are particularly excited to see he has company this year. His hand is entwined in yours as you wander around, talking and musing together over which tree would fit best. If it's snowing, expect Brooklyn to flick a snow-covered branch at you, a dusting of cold powder freckling your cheeks. Will laugh but lets you throw a snowball at him as payment for the attack. Once you pick out the perfect tree, Brooklyn takes you to a local Christmas market to pick out some new decorations. He has a rather rigorous theme he likes to stick to but wants to add something meaningful to signify the two of you—especially with this being your first Christmas together. He tries not to go too overboard and is only stopped by the sight of a stall offering decadent mugs of hot chocolate. Once you're back home and in the warm, Brooklyn is lighting the fireplace, along with a few festive themed candles, and rolling up his sleeves. It's at this point you see just how serious he is about Christmas decorating. And it certainly pays off because once you're both done, the tree looks like someone opened pinterest, found the most visually pleasing tree and managed to extract it and place it directly in your living room. Brooklyn looks very pleased with himself as you praise his well thought out planning. Ends the day with a surprise gift for you because his family always had a tradition of giving a gift on Christmas tree day and he wants to keep that going with you. Is generally just the embodiment of Christmas rom-com love interest with how perfect he makes the day turn out to be.

♡ tobias ♡

Decorating with Tobias is so unbelievably chaotic. There is no rhyme or reason to the scattering of ornaments all over the floor. Decorations are everywhere except where they are supposed to be. He claims he's got a strategy but you're not so certain. He also doesn't really bother with any particular colour theming and just picks out what he thinks looks cool. Loves to have a range of different shapes and colours for the ornaments. Also buys a string of multicoloured flashing lights to drape around the tree because 'regular white lights are boring'. Tobias doesn't care too much about whether you put up a plastic tree or a real one, that is until he sees Brooklyn post a photo of his own Christmas tree on instagram and suddenly Tobias wants to buy a real tree too and make it look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. So he's dragging you out into the cold to go and buy one. Finds his idea of the perfect tree after a good hour of deliberating over which one looks best. Wants one that's got a good shape to it and has plenty of branches. In doing so, however, he very much overestimates how big his car is and how big his apartment is. Drives home with the top of the tree sticking between the seats it's basically sitting on the passenger seat with you. And then there's getting it into his apartment. It's just a little bit too tall so the top of the tree is bent over a little against the ceiling. Tobias rejects your idea to buy a saw and cut the trunk down because surely you can just trim to top, right? No, Tobias, you cannot. Ends up deciding to bend it so the top is angled down a little since you won't let him take the kitchen scissors to it. You're about to attempt to put the star on top until Tobias stops you, claiming he needs to make some adjustments before it goes up. Runs into the bedroom and returns like five minutes later with the star but now it has a picture of his face taped onto the front. Reaches up to put it on the tree but because it's a little too tall, the star is angled down so it looks like star Tobias is watching over like some cursed angelic watchman. Leo is very unsettled when he comes over to visit.

[guardian-of-fandoms]

"Cole" blinked as he stepped into the sunlight, trying to ignore the dizziness in his head.

"Everyone clear on the plan?"

"Got it."

"All clear."

The group moved through the parking lot, Charlie going over the agreed course of action.

"We'll regroup at the lab in two hours, see what we've got then."

"Be ready for anything."

Cole gripped his cybernetic arm, his face gravely serious.

"I understand you've faced your own version of Morocco, but... Never let your guard down. Never. You have no idea what that monster's done..."

"We'll be careful, we promise. And we'll keep you updated."

Cole nodded, look hesitant, but accepting.

"As soon as i'm back to full strength, i'm going after him."

"You do that, hotshot."

Kade couldn't resist the snark, even as Dani jabbed an elbow into his side.

Cole stared at him pointedly, before pausing in his tracks.

"... Woah..."

The Bots sat idly in the lot, Cole's eyes wide as he stared at them, before glancing away, his face flushing as he cleared his throat.

"Uh... Blades, Boulder, Chase, i... Uh.. I'm sorry about those EMPs from earlier."

Blades was the first to answer, nervously replying,

"Please don't do that again!"

Chase's lights blinked, before he dryly retorted,

"I cannot advocate for such an experience being a pleasant one."

It was Boulder, who held the most neutral stance.

"At least the time limit is impressive!"

Heatwave's lights blinked, the firetruck managing to look suspicious of him even in vehicle form.

"Yeah, that stunt of yours was real clever... Better not think of trying something like that again, or you'll have to go through me."

"I wouldn't think of it..."

Chase's lights blinked again.

"It has left me quite perplexed, why was Heatwave the only one not targeted earlier?"

Cole sighed.

"I said earlier, I owe him."

"Yeah, would love to know what you apparently owe me for."

Cole was quiet, then glanced up, gazing at Heatwave directly, something pained in his eyes.

".... No... No you wouldn't..."

The ominous statement instantly set Heatwave on edge, but Charlie called for attention.

"Alright, Boulder, Graham, Doc, get to the lab and help our guest. Everyone else, let's find this Morocco doppelganger."

Boulder popped his door open, and Graham, Doc, and Cole all squeezed inside.

Charlie slide inside Chase, and as the door popped shut, Chase asked,

"Sir. I hope you do not mind my asking, but I am curious. Why are you so quick to trust this stranger? While the Genetic match may confirm his identity, he has exhibited rather questionable behavior."

Charlie sighed, rubbing his temple as he mused on the situation.

"You could call it... Father's intuition. It's a gut feeling."

"I thought feelings originating from internal organs were an indicator of discomfort?"

Charlie sighed, shaking his head.

"Not like that, Partner.... It's more like... I just know. I can't explain it, beyond just... Knowing, that is my son. Well... I don't know, this is all confusing, but... He may not be MY son, but... any version of him will always be my son."

"... I am not quite sure that I follow, Sir."

Charlie sighed, but smiled softly.

"... I think he's just... a little mixed up, at the moment. Maybe if we steer him in the right direction, he'll surprise us."

-

"I don't think I can handle any more surprises right now."

Kade groaned as he leaned back, absently staring out the window.

"Look... Whatever happened to this guy, it was rough. Cody said he seemed Mixed Up about something, You don't get jaded like that without going through hell and back."

"But you still don't buy him being Cody."

Heatwave's dry tone was blunt, straight to the point.

"No. I just... That can't be him."

"Look.... This is weird. But, you gonna tell me why you're so against this guy being Cody?"

"I just did."

"... Oh..."

Kade glanced down at Heatwave's screen, absently rubbing his chin.

".... Dani and Graham are on my side here. If that guy is Cody, think about it. Why would we ever send him through the multiverse alone?"

-

"We wouldn't."

Dani nodded, scanning the area as Blades flew overhead.

"Yeah.... And then there's the way he acts. He's... guarded. He doesn't seem very comfortable around any of us. Well, except Doc. But... Something just feels... Off. Like being around us... Hurts him..."

"Yeah... If our Cody went to another dimension, of course we'd follow him! So... If he came alone..."

"... I think I have to agree with Kade, Cody wouldn't become so... serious and jaded like this... At least... Not without a reason..."

"... But... Something that horrible..."

"I know..."

Dani ran a hand through her hair, absently fidgeting with her hands.

"... I don't know, maybe we have this from the wrong angle. But... I just.... I don't know...."

Blades was quiet, before timidly saying,

"... That guy, when he fought us.... He knew things only Cody could know... But our Cody would never do that.... Right?"

... Was it possible for their Cody to become this?

-

"Now.... How does that feel?"

The group had set up just outside the lab, accommodating for Boulder.

Doc pulled away from Cole's arm, the visitor examining the repairs, nodding in satisfaction.

"A lot better, thank you."

The metal plating had been replaced in some parts, the wires hidden from view.

He stretched out the arm, testing it's movements, as Doc stole a glance at the implants on his neck.

"I must say, this technology is incredible! A neural link of this caliber, who designed this?"

Cole was quiet, before smirking slightly.

"I mean, you did."

".... ASTOUNDING!"

Doc Greene's eye lit up at the prospect, and Cole couldn't help but chuckle.

"You were so proud of yourself, when you got it working... You and Frankie spent forever working on it, getting the bugs out."

"Frankie? Your world's Frankie, I take it."

"Yeah..."

Something in his face shifted, a melancholic fondness.

".... Both of you... you were really there for me..."

"... Were?"

Cole saw the conclusions being drawn, and winced, clarifying,

"No, No, nothing like that. We just... Haven't talked in a while..."

"I see..."

Graham coughed, trying to break up the awkwardness.

"Uh, now that basic motor functions are reestablished, how about testing the other abilities?"

Cole nodded, and boulder brought over a large battery.

"Everyone stand back, just in case."

Cole walked up to the battery, and after glancing at the trio, pressed the palm of his cybernetic to it.

Instantly, the arm glowed with golden sparks, the battery sparking and shaking, before Cole pulled away, the battery laying drained and defunct.

A ball of electricity trashed about Cole's palm, a slow smirk dragging across his face.

Oh... that felt good...

Graham and Boulder exchanged a small high five, and Doc beamed.

"Commence Shielding Trial!"

Boulder grabbed a small wooden crate this time, taking careful aim.

"Are you sure about this?"

Cole only smirked.

"Give me your best shot."

Boulder chuckled, and hurled the crate at him.

A golden dome instantly surrounded him, the crate shattering to pieces upon impact.

The science trio cheered, and Cole dissolved the shield, a golden glow in his eyes.

Doc motioned to a dummy they'd set up, and Cole took aim.

"Commence discharge trial!"

With careful concentration, Cole unleashed all the absorbed electricity in one powerful blast, the dummy exploding upon impact.

"SUCCESS!!!"

The science trio cheered amongst themselves, but Cole suddenly dropped to a knee, gasping for breath.

"Cole!"

Cole clutched his head, groaning as the trio rushed over to help him.

"You okay?"

boulder gently grabbed him by his back, hoisting him up.

Cole rubbed his head, letting Boulder guide him over to a chair.

"Ugh... I don't understand..."

Doc nervously studied the cybernetic, the glow fading.

"Perhaps I miscalculated, maybe if i-"

"No, it's working fine."

Cole caught his breath, rubbing his forehead.

"When I use too much bio-electricity, it takes a toll on my body. But I don't understand, a charge like that should've been nothing."

Graham mused on it, frowning.

"Hmm... Maybe you haven't recovered from your blast against Morocco earlier... You used everything you had, right? Doctor Mcswain noted a high concentration of Bio-electricity in your system, but for you, maybe that concentration was actually low."

Doc nodded in agreement.

"That sounds plausible. A blast like that must've drained you severely, triggering some natural state of energy conservation.... Do you sustain yourself off this bio-electricity?"

Cole shrugged, and they caught a flash of gold in his eyes.

"I mean... It's not like i can survive solely off it. But it definitely keeps me going for long periods of time. I've gone like a week without sleeping before, just by absorbing electricity here and there. But I definitely have my limits. If i absorb too much, I need to discharge it imeditantly."

"Interesting..."

Boulder frowned, recalling their own history with similar technology...

"Hmm... Looks like you were right, Graham, this definitely seems similar to the repulsor badge."

"Repulsor Badge?"

Cole looked confused, and Graham clarified,

"It's a long story, but... Cody- our Cody- was a Superhero for a little while. Doc built the Repulsor Badge as a means of keeping him out of danger, which, DID NOT WORK."

Doc looked a bit embarrassed, continuing,

"I, ah... I'm afraid that there was a slight issue with the power regulation.... The Badge overheated, and.... ah..."

Boulder sighed, shaking his head.

".... Our Cody..... almost blew up...."

Cole's eyes went wide, and Graham flushed.

"But, it ended better than it could have, at least? Let's just say that was the end of Rescue Boy..."

"Rescue Boy?"

Cole couldn't help but snort.

"No offense to my counterpart, but... Rescue Boy? Seriously?"

Graham shrugged.

"To be fair, I think Huxley came up with that, not him."

"Yeah, sounds about right..."

"I take it this never occurred in your universe?"

Cole nodded, and Doc processed the information, making mental notes.

"Interesting... If that incident never occurred in your universe, then i assume my counterpart had alternative motives for utilizing the hoverboard mechanisms in a similar fashion?"

Cole went quiet, and grabbed his arm.

"... Not important..."

Things went quiet, before Graham awkwardly motioned to Cole's dented chest plate.

"Uh... How about we repair that next? I bet we could reinforce it."

"Sure..."

Cole forced himself to his feet, staggering from lightheadedness, but forcing himself to shake if off.

"Do you have... Another power source? I just need a small boost..."

Doc nodded, gently grasping his arm as he led him over to another battery.

Boulder and Graham watched, before exchanging a look.

Graham whispered in a low voice,

"Do... you think Kade was right?"

".... Do you?"

They watched Doc pull out another battery, which Cole gratefully took, Graham commenting,

"He seems a lot more comfortable around Doc, than us. But why?"

"I noticed that."

Boulder studied "Cole", watching as he gasped the battery, his eyes tinged with gold as he absorbed the power.

"Maybe... It's painful. If Kade's right, then..."

"He's... being reminded of what he lost..."

-

"Anything?"

"Nothing."

"Nope."

Charlie frowned as he listened to the comns, then check the time.

"Alright... Let's regroup at the lab. We'll plan our next move from there, and see if our guest has anymore information for us."

He ended the connection, just as Chase abruptly halted.

Charlie snapped to attention at the abrupt stop, scanning the road.

"What is it, Partner? See anything?"

They'd stopped just in front of the junkyard, everything appearing normal.

"... Apologies, Sir. I thought i saw something, but I appear mistaken."

"It's alright, Chase. C'mon, let's join the others."

They pulled away, and once they were gone, movement stirred.

The shambling mound of wires and metal staggered through the yard, the last remnants of a madman toying with fate, a twisted mind refusing to die.

Morocco's broken face reformed as the mechanical monster shifted and re-formed, going from a staggering beast to a more human form.

His red eyes sparked, jagged shards of metal and exposed wiring sending glitches and sparks as he limped and staggered.

The paneling across his chest was uneven, slightly ajar, revealing a pulsing ball of electricity, irregularly shifting between the purple of the shattered gemstone, and a gold.

A gold power not his own, but one he knew well...

"Cody Burns... You attempt to destroy me yet again... and just as before... You only make me stronger..."

Morocco strode over to the piles of scrap, his stride irregular, but steady.

While discarded, the scrap metals and old technology were perfectly viable, and applicable to his purposes....

"Oh... Clever man, that Doctor Morocco...."

[poupeesdecirque]

Posting by Queue, or: why I need some distance from my crafts

It has been some time since my last hobby meta blog entry, it had different reasons and one is that I need distance. Like, yes I of course enjoy crafting and sometimes I am like a little child that runs everywhere to show off things.

But it got ... less intense. And I learned I do better when I keep projects or at least details to myself to sit on them for longer. That the first euphoria is purely mine and not to be shared.

Like for my photos I have a buffer of several weeks now. Yes, I know past-me would have kind of hated that. But I learned I do better when I have a time buffer. I do take photos weekly but sometimes they don't feel special enough to get the weekly photo feature?

Friday & yesterday I went out for photos and while I like the ones from yesterday way more than the ones from friday I am not sure if the set from yesterday will get the feature or not as it's only a hand full of photos giving me that certain spark.

Other than that I am a very emotional artist, I sometimes really fuck up my art and hate it at the moment I worked on it, but then, sometimes, after a few days or weeks I can look at it and just wonder about what was my problem the day I made it.

Another thing is that I, myself, enjoy my art. The process of it. And I like to see my blog updating, sometimes I forget what post will go online and then I check the blog and think "ah yes, this was that thing!", and it reminds me why I made the blog overall, to show myself I had progress and that every tiny step counts.

Which leads to another reason why I hold back in regards of posting. Yes, I do share some snippets in my stories over on insta but not always and not all. I sit on over 300 drawings from the last two years alone nobody ever will see, I enjoyed drawing but it's nothing for the public eye. I will maybe go back and redraw some and share the redraws then, who knows?

But wait, there is actually more reasons.

The biggest or main reason is ... i sometimes go really wild on projects. In January I finished so many dolls it was insane, I worked on Cosplays and other crafts in an incredible speed, I have literally no idea where I found the time but I somehow did and doll parts arriving every week did the rest.

I keep the blog running with partially 2 month old stuff but .... to be honest I don't have doll stuff aside photos to do anymore. All I can do is wait for bodies to be shipped (or dolls even) and arrive. There has been no movement since January. Aside Iza getting the shipping notice for our Split, might take a while until its at her place and I can't really start on the Akuma until I got the body (which I at least have finally ordered this month) as colors need to be matched and mods to be made.

I am truly itchy to do something else than sewing all the time, I do enjoy cosplay but you know how much I like sewing (hint: not at all). So to remind myself of the fun I had in the past weeks I have mixed my blog to bless me with some progress I had which was maybe not sewing all the time. And well, the Cosplays have deadlines and I do get some ideas aside purely sewing while doing them, so that keeps me going for now.

Yes, I could start redoing dolls like Alastor or Erwin. But you know what? IT'S ALMOST ALL SEWING. Urgh.

Aside that real life is pretty good at eating me up and I just want to enjoy crafting. Right now drawing feels like stress relief but I hate the results and just scan the pieces and put them away to never look at them again, I have a bunch of posts queued up without any captions, a wip entry of a current project only has two photos but I lack the spoons to actually get them done. But since those posts are so far back it's fine (yes I know drafts are a thing).

In general I enjoy having my art to myself to get used to it before I put it out into the wild as I just recently got reminded I do bad with direct comparisons still and it hits some triggerpoints from the past and makes everything harder, I don't need that.

I literally have no idea if this blog makes sense even, lol. I just am tired of sewing and stopped working on my current project around lunch time and have drawn so much today and I walked way too much the whole week my friends urged me to stay the ef home and at least try to relax. But I'm restless as my body is too stressed (I know it all I'm a certified relaxation trainer so eh), so, have an over the place blog entry.

[make-me-imagine]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Plot: After the Greasers leave the diner Y/n works at, Y/n is left to clean up, but Darry decides to stay behind and help. While alone in the diner, Darry plays some music, and takes the moments to show Y/n how he feels. *fluff/romance + part song!fic

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss at the end, but that's it

Words: 1.6k

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You watched the boys goof around with a smile on your face, as you brought out the burgers and fries. Setting the platter of food down, you chuckled as they acted like a pack of wolves, grabbing the food quickly.

"Thanks for keeping the diner open late for us Y/n." Pony said with a smile at you.

"It's no problem Pony, I always like seeing you guys."

"And you prefer when we come in when the diner is empty so we don't scare off the other customers." Two-Bit said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes a bit. "I never said that."

"But your dad did." Soda added.

"Yes, he did. And you're lucky I was able to convince him to allow you guys in at all."

"Lucky, and very thankful." Darry broke in as he smiled up at you.

You felt your breath hitch as he did, and smiled in return, unable to speak. "Holler if you want anything else." You said quickly to the group before turning and waking off, cursing your sudden shyness that always came when Darry was around.

The boys smirked to themselves and each other, having always noticed the change in demeanor. Soda nudged his elbow into Darry's side, giving him an amused look. Darry reached over, ruffling his hair and pushing his head down. His eyes followed you as you disappeared in the back, his own heart beating rapidly.

- - -

"Bye Y/n!" A cacophony of voices called out as the boys all began to leave the diner.

You waved at them with a smile. "Make sure you pay for the drive-in this time!"

"Never!" Two-Bit yelled back, making you laugh.

Looking over at the tabled the boys had occupied, you let out a huff of breath. 'I love those boys, but jeez are they messy' You thought to yourself as you walked over to the tables, bringing a small trashcan with you. Pieces of burger and fries littering the trays and table. The chairs were moved around, one knocked over after Steve and Two-Bit got into a playful wrestling match.

As Darry began to head out of the diner, he looked back at you, and noticed for the first time, just how much of a mess they made. He felt his gut clench.

Looking back at the others, calling out "I'll meet you guys later!"

What came in return was a mix of teasing comments and whistles, he shook his head with a roll of his eyes before walking back into the diner.

As you crouched down to pick up some napkins from the floor, you jolted as a hand appeared beside you, picking up trash from the table.

Looking up, your eyes met Darry's familiar eyes. "Oh, Darry, did you forget something?" You said as you stood up.

"No, I just thought I'd help clean up."

"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have too, really."

He smiled widely at you. "It's the least I can do after you stay behind late just feed us. Plus look at this mess, I really gotta teach those punks some manners."

You smiled as you watched him take the trash can and started dumping stuff in it. "Aren't you gonna miss the movie?"

He shook his head softly, "It's alright, I've seen it." He looked up at you, seeing you quickly picking up the chairs, avoiding his gaze. He smiled to himself as he fixed the other chairs.

Turning to him you smiled softly. "Thanks again. I'm just gonna go get a couple rags to wipe the tables down." Turning, you walked back towards the kitchen, away that Darrel watched you go. You felt heat crawl up your neck and ears.

Darrel turned, looking around the rest o the diner, his eyes stopping on the nearby jukebox. Walking over, he started to look through the songs. Hearing you walk back in, he looked over his shoulder at you, watching as you quickly began to wipe down the tables and stack the chairs.

As you did so, you tried to distract yourself from the thought of being alone with Darrel. You started to hum to yourself, not thinking it was loud enough for him to hear, but loud enough to divert your own thoughts.

Darrel smiled as the tune you hummed met his ears. He recognized the song, and noted how sweet the tune sounded coming from you. Looking back at the jukebox, he began to flip through the songs, before he stopped on one. Looking back once more at you, he smiled to himself before he put in his change and selected the song.

As music started playing across the diner, you paused in your actions. Looking over at the jukebox, you saw Darrel turn back towards you, a smile on his face. It was the song you had been humming, making you aware he could hear you. You felt your face grow hot as Darrel walked over to you

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

As Darrel stopped in front of you, he smiled and reached out his hand. You stood up straight, and stared at in in silence before meeting his eyes, a questioning gaze on your face.

He grinned at you. "Dance with me."

You looked at his hand again, and your heart was beating rapidly. Meeting his gaze he let out a soft chuckle. "Come on."

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

Reaching out, your hand hesitated for a moment before you set your hand on top of his. Wrapping his hand around yous, he smiled softly at you before he led you into the open floor space.

You could feel your heartbeat pulsating in your ears as it pounded heavily. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer to him, and lightly set his hand on your waist as you began to sway to the music.

People say that love's a game A game you just can't win If there's a way I'll find it someday And then this fool will rush in

A small smile sat on his face as he looked down at you, "I want to thank you again Y/n, for being so nice to my brothers and the other Greasers."

You smiled in return, shaking your head a bit. "They're nice to me, why wouldn't I be nice in return? Besides, I never let anyone else's opinions on people effect my own."

"It's rare to find someone like you Y/n, I really hope you don't let anyone's opinion about how you treat us effect that."

You shook your head. "I don't."

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, tell me Tell me that you love me too (tell me that you love me too)

His smile widened a bit as you continued to rotate around the room. Your eyes locked, and you found yourself unable to look away, as the tension grew.

Slowly, Darrel pulled you closer, your chests touching. Your breath hitched as he gently brushed his nose against yours, all the while he kept his eyes locked with yours.

Realizing the two of you had stopped dancing, you took a breath, taking your hand out of his, watching as he slowly inched closer. He put his other hand on your waist, holding you gently. Just as his lips brushed against yours, you felt yourself pull away, as you laid your head on his shoulder, almost in shame.

Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, baby Put your head on my shoulder

Darrel only smiled to, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. He spoke softly into your ear, "You don't have to be afraid to me."

Looking up quickly, you met his eyes and shook your head "I'm not afraid of you Darrel." You said softly, a sad tone to your voice.

"Then why wont you let me kiss you?" He asked, a soft smile playing at his lips.

You opened your mouth to speak, but hesitated. You thought for a moment before replying. You looked down, "You can do so much better than me Darrel."

He furrowed his brow after you spoke. "You're wrong." Slowly, you looked up again, meeting his eyes. He continued. "I've never met anyone like you, I could never find anyone better than you. If anyone could do better it's you."

You felt your face grow hot again, feeling bashful again, you looked back down at your feet. The diner was now silent, as the song finished. A moment passed before you felt him hook his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him.

As your eyes locked again, he brought his hand up, gently caressing your cheek. You saw his eyes flick to your lips again, and you took a breath, you would not pull away this time.

Slowly, he leaned in, and you tilted your head up to meet him. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips gently met yours. His palm cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling away a few moments later, breathless, your eyes fluttered open, locking with his grey ones. You smiled softly, and his smile widened. Suddenly, he stepped away, and you looked at him with mild confusion. Watching him, he went over to the jukebox, and a moment later the song began to replay.

Walking back over to you, he reached out his hand. Smiling, you took it, no hesitation this time. Pulling you close to him, you smiled at each other as you began to dance again, forgetting the time, or where you were, and even what lead up to this moment. You were lost in each other's presence, and eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

xx End xx

The song is 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' - By Paul Anka

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo The Outsiders Taglist: @spuffyfan394; hope you dont mind me adding you to this lol

[clairecrive]

lets say. shes a time traveller as well, and yes. maybe set when they return from france.

"A blessing in disguise" (Fergus Fraser x reader)

A/n: thank you for requesting! This somehow turned into a Fergus x reader. Hope you like it.

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"Just my damn luck," a girl's groan, "for fuck's sake, will you just move you piece of shit."

Walking through these woods, the last thing Jamie expected to hear was a girl's voice. And a colourful one at that. While he didn't understand every word, the tone was enough. Besides, Claire had used some of those once or twice.

"Hello?" he called trying to locate the poor lass.

"I'm here!" she exclaimed loudly but her voice came out strained. She must be stuck in some way, Jamie thought.

And sure enough, when he found her, the girl was laying on the floor constrained by a considerate piece of branch. Looks like it had fallen on her.

"Are you alright, lass?" He hurried to her side, trying to relieve her of the weight.

"Oh, yeah. Just laying here, having the time of my life," she huffed.

Jamie couldn't help but chuckle at her outburst. "Aye, should I leave you here then?"

"So funny, look I've pissed my pants." At this, Jamie stopped, arching a brow in confusion. What?

"Will you help me, please?" Putting aside his confusion for the moment, he took the branch in his hands and lifted it just so she was able to wiggle out from under it.

"Fucking finally!" Tossing her wild hair behind, she tried to stand on her feet. Unfortunately, the wood seemed to have pushed on one of her feet twisting it.

"Oh my god, of fucking course I have twisted my ankle. I must have been a bitch in another life to deserve this." She groaned looking at her foot. It was bent in the wrong way, Jamie had to admit.

While she was crouched on the floor holding her injured foot, Jamie took this as a chance to take her in. Her bizarre speech was matched by her unusual appearance. The clothes looked appropriate enough, but the coloured nails and the piece of metal swinging from her ears only cemented Jamie's suspicion further.

He didn't know how to help her though, so he thought it best to patch her up the best he could and bring her to Claire. Crouching down as well, he began to talk when a familiar voice came behind him along with the sound of hoots.

"Milord!" Fergus had the uncanny ability to show up just when Jamie needed him.

"Ah, here ye are lad. Come here," he gestured for him to dismount and come to him.

At the sound of the newcomer, the girl had curled even more on herself. Probably only now realising that she was alone in the middle of the woods, injured and surrounded by two men.

"Dinna fash lass, we mean you no harm." Jamie tried to reassure her but he could see that his words had little effect on her.

"Who are you?" Cradling her foot close to her, the girl regarded Jamie with a mix of suspicion and hope. She needed help, that much was clear, but she knew very well not to trust strange men. Especially in this century. Men here seemed to find girls fit only for one thing if they weren't a lady. And even then...

"I'm Fergus," the newcomer spoke at last and bent over the red haired man to offer her his hand, "pleasure to meet you." The girl shook his hand, which left Fergus a bit startled, but the obvious French accent left her confused. What were a Frenchman and a Scotsman doing together in the middle of the woods?

Almost as if he could read the question behind her eyes, Jamie said, "Fergus is my son. We were on our way to meet my wife when we heard your voice. My wife's a doctor, she'll know what to do with your foot if you want to come with us."

"A woman doctor?" The girl asked impressed and shocked. Women weren't allowed to study and work in this century, were they?

"Aye, Milady is an impressive woman, " the Frenchmen, Fergus, said. The girl looked back at him, really looked at him this time and damn. He was handsome. His face didn't have sharp features like his father, it was more feminine, more French.

Realizing she had been looking at him for too long, the girl cleared her throat and acted as if nothing had happened. Her blush, however, gave her away but neither Jamie nor Fergus said anything. Yes, they were gentlemen but this somehow didn't prevent Fergus to sport a smug smile nor Jamie an amused one.

"I bet she is," she acquiesced. "I thank you for your help, sir. I know what to do with my ankle but I'm afraid I need a doctor's assistance nonetheless."

"Is no problem at all, lass. My wife will be happy to look at yer foot," he smiled gently at her before standing up again. "Fergus lad, help the lady on her feet. Claire must be waiting for us."

The boy bent forward as if to pick her up but the girl stopped him. "Oh, no please there's no need. Just give me a hand, will you?" She shyly reached for his hand when he offered and together they managed to pull her up.

Once on her feet, or foot rather, she started wobbling and lost her balance, unused to standing only on one foot. "Allow me miss," Fergus went again to pick her up.

"How far to where his wife is waiting for you?" she asked breathless both for the strain and the pain and for Fergus's close presence.

"A bit, you can't possibly walk there, " he said motioning to his horse.

"Alright," she conceded knowing fully well that even 5 steps would be more than she could manage in this state. "You don't need to pick me up, though, I'm heavy. Just give me a hand to get up on the horse, I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do even with two able feet."

"You've never been on a horse?" Fergus asked surprised while she hopped to his horse.

Ah, shit.

She had messed up. For an XVIII century man, it must have been impossible to fathom the idea of never having been on a horse. Not knowing what to say, she simply shook her shoulders abashed.

"Not to worry, ma belle fille, I'll help you." He promised, flashing her a charming smile that made her lose her balance again, much to her embarrassment.

"D'ye need a hand with the lass, Fergus?" Jamie, by now already on his horse, asked with a note of humour.

"Non," he threw a look at the red-haired man who simply nodded, "I can take care of her." He smiled at her and helped her up.

"Will you walk all the way?" She asked when she noticed that he hadn't joined her on the horse.

"It's not that far," he simply said gathering the horse's reins in his hand.

"Please, don't let me stop you. This is your horse. I'm grateful for your help but I do not wish to be a burden," she insisted, leaning over him.

"You're not a burden, miss. It's not proper for me to join you seeing as we're barely acquainted."

"Since when did the French care about what's proper?" she arched a brow, trying to hide her smile.

"Ah," he chuckled taken aback, "but we're not in France, no?"

"Even so, I do not share the English's prudery either."

"You're not English, eh, miss?"

"No, I'm not," she admitted, "and y/n will do."

"Y/n", he repeated almost as if he was trying it out. His French accent made your name sound exotic and oh my god, what is wrong with me?

"Now that we know each other's name, I'd say we're at least acquaintances, no?"

"Come on Fergus, listen to the lass, I'll wager she dinna mind your company," Jamie, who both y/n and Fergus had forgotten was even there, spoke acting as a deus ex machina.

"Oh god, he looks so cute when he blushes." That was the first thing y/n thought.

"No need to call me out like that," she mumbled under her breath as she scooted forward to create space for Fergus.

"What?" The red-haired man insisted. This man is having the time of his life, putting me on the spot.

"I asked what's your name, sir," she cleared her throat, sitting up straight.

"You can call me Jamie, lass." And with that, he urged his horse forward and trotted away with them following behind.

Part 2?

[hypergamiss]

hello queen, I have a pathetic question about dating: how to not feel jealous at those who seem like they’ve found “the one” already? Ik all that stuff about everyone being on their own journey and stuff, but it does hurt sometimes. I’ve never even dated so seeing everyone find their one is heartbreaking sometimes. Ik there’s the bad parts of dating such as my friend saying her guy is the one and love of her life (they recently bought a house together) but also that he plays video games often and she feels bored and lonely at times. Sometimes tho I just want that relationship for the dumb sake of saying I have a boyfriend, or that attention. How the hell do you get over it and be content with yourself? It genuinely feels like no one is single around me /: maybe I’d feel differently if I had some single friends to relate to? Idk I just feel jealous all the time, and it isn’t good for me or my future. I should be focusing on creating the best version of myself but this insecurity is holding me back. It feels like a what do these girls have that I don’t? My friend told me a lot of ppl just settle and that’s why they’re in relationships but it didn’t make me feel better. I just want to find my “one” perfect ambition, hard working guy already. Sorry for venting, I love your account and advice.

Listen, social media is a dating reality show edited to make you feel like a loser. All you get are the bouquets and champagne dates, never the screaming match about dirty dishes. But lemme tell you, relationships are WORK. Even those picture-perfect couples have their "Why did I do this?" moments and silent car rides filled with unspoken resentment. That's just reality, even if it doesn't fit on an Instagram caption.

Being single can be tough, but let's not pretend relationships are a magic fix. It's about trading one set of problems for another, usually spicier ones. Don't get me wrong, the right person is worth it, but life isn't a fairytale. Notice how those couples with the constant PDA often go silent when things get messy?

Here's where self-discovery comes in. Sometimes those relationship cravings are masking something else – a need for excitement, validation, whatever. Figuring that out is way more productive than doom-scrolling relationship goals.

You think having a partner is this automatic happiness upgrade, but I've been on the other side, in a relationship feeling lonelier than ever. Trust me, it's a mind-blowing kind of awful, followed by a new level of depression. That's the thing nobody talks about.

So, I rock my single status because guess what? I've got standards. Settling for mediocrity just to avoid being alone? Nope. I'd rather invest my energy elsewhere. Because contrary to all that rom-com nonsense, you can't outsource your happiness to another person. You gotta build that for yourself.

A healthy relationship is two happy people adding to each other's lives, not draining each other dry with emotional baggage. That's why I'm perfectly content rolling solo until the right one comes along. Do you want dependence and drama? There are plenty of trashy reality shows for that.

Yeah, it's different from the usual "find your soulmate" BS, but it's REAL. You want fulfillment? Build that life for yourself first. The rest either falls into place, or you realize you're happier without another person's dirty socks in the mix.

[faithintheunknownsblog]

Back again with yet another sleep deprived head cannon post!

Part One Here

A Few More Things Alucard Loves About You

Another thing he loves when your human: He loves laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat

- Alucard loves when you show him things you’ve created, whether it’s songs, or paintings, poems, or drawings- he doesn’t care! He loves them, even if he doesn’t always understand them. He also loves how you refuse to let him see the projects until you’re done with them, and how you try to shoo him away whenever he tries to get a peek at your unfinished work

- If you sew (even if you suck at it but still try) Alucard loves it because when he comes back with tattered and torn up clothes you always try to fix them.

He especially loves it if you’re someone who sews everything by hand because of how long it takes you, since you try your hardest to make sure your thread work is seamless.

The first time you went to sew up his clothes, Alucard told you that the clothes can just be thrown out but you insisted on fixing them because you know that his suits are expensive. And if whatever article of clothing can’t be fixed, you save the fabric, using it for your own projects. You just refuse to let such fine fabric go to waste, though if it’s too far gone beyond repair and the fabric isn’t worth saving you throw it out.

- How you always wear mixed matched socks… No, it has nothing to do with your feet, he just loves it because it’s amusing to him.

You will have a matching bra and underwear sets, and make sure that your outfit goes together. Yet you couldn’t care less about your neon socks being two different colors.

BUT they still have to be from the same pack and can’t be two different brands. He learned that the hard way when he did the laundry one day and thought that he could just put any socks together. You really appreciated the gesture, it was so sweet! But you had to explain to him how to put your socks together and he still didn’t understand the difference. So the deal was made that he can still fold the laundry and put the clothes away, but he leaves all your socks alone so you can put them together how you like them.

- He likes to pick on you when you’re putting makeup on by slightly shape shifting. Say if you’re doing contour to make your cheekbones more defined, he will make his cheekbones show more. Or if you’re putting on lipstick, he’ll make his lips ‘naturally’ that shade. He just gets a kick out of you glaring at him through his reflection in the mirror and scowling.

- Alucard loves it when you play with his hair

BUT DAMMIT WHEN YOU TRY TO PRACTICE HAIRSTYLES ON HIM

He tells you ‘no’ but when you give him those doll eyes and poke out your bottom a bit, he caves every. damn. time.

- And when you try to paint his nails too. What is up with that?!

Alucard tells you that you’re only allowed to paint them black. But do you listen? NO!

You always try to remove the polish before he has to go, though you don’t always get the opportunity.

And that’s where you’re lucky that he wears gloves, because if he didn’t you wouldn’t be allowed to get away with painting his nails neon orange, or a shimmery blue.

Alucard can get annoyed with it all he wants, but he always gets over it because he loves you.

Honestly, neither one of you know how this man continues to put up with you and all your shenanigans

Alucard can’t even die, but he already knows that you’ll somehow mange to be the death of him

Hmmm… What else?

OH!

- So we all know that Alucard is a very violent man, who believes the world is nothing but evil. So he can’t help but love it if you’re a pacifist

- But the man is also bipolar asf, and can find that you being naïve annoying. He wants a happy medium y’know?

- Thought, if you’re crazy like him; he loves how you can relate to the rush of adrenaline that courses through one’s veins when doing malicious acts

- Sorry, but there is no pleasing him sometimes!

- Though that’s something else he loves, you don’t care about pleasing people that are unimportant in your life

- Notice how it says ‘unimportant’ people, that’s because Alucard loves it when you’ll ask his opinion on something that with anyone else you would give a damn what they thought.

- Like when you ask what he thinks about your outfit you’re dressing up in to look nice for date night

- SPEAKING OF DATE NIGHT! You were the one who suggested the idea of weekly dates.

Yes, you two spend time together whenever it’s possible, but you still wanted to set up ‘official’ dates.

Alucard absolutely loved the idea, so now you two will get all dressed up to go out and do really anything outside of the mansion.

- You will go on regularly scheduled dates, but you also try to go out for dates whenever he comes back from missions ASAP.

Though you understand if he’s too tired to go out and just wants to get some rest.

- You two will still have dinner together when he comes back from a mission, you always have a meal ready to eat with him regardless

BUT FIRST

Alucard can’t do ANYTHING- including getting a few feet into the door- after a mission until you welcome him back with the biggest hug, and cover his face in endless kisses.

- Whenever Alucard leaves for a mission you anxiously wait for him to come back, and always worried that he might not.

- He literally can go out for a mission that you know will be finished in less than a day, and you’ll still wait for him and welcome him back as if he’s been gone for years.

- Other people will cringe at the obsessive PDA, but neither one of you care. You’re just so happy Alucard is home safe, and he loves that he has someone who loves him waiting at home.

You give him a reason to actually want to come home unscathed, you give him a will to live.

[dc-and-arfrona]

Studying Dates

Tim Drake x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+

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Summary: Meet Cute of this list!

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The library was your sanctuary, a place of quiet concentration and endless knowledge. It was where you sought solace during exam season, surrounded by stacks of books and the whispering voices of studious individuals. Today was no different as you settled at a table, ready to dive into your study materials.

You glanced around, observing your surroundings, and noticed someone at a nearby table pulling out the same set of study resources you had. Your curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the coincidence. With a small smile, you gathered your courage and decided to strike up a conversation.

"Mind if I join you?" you asked, motioning to the empty seat across from them.

The person looked up, their gaze meeting yours, and a friendly smile graced their features. It was Tim Drake, a fellow student renowned for his intelligence and dedication to academics.

"Not at all," Tim replied, his voice warm and inviting. "I could use some company. The more brains, the better, right?"

You chuckled, taking a seat opposite Tim. As you organized your own materials, you couldn't help but notice the familiar textbooks and notes that adorned his side of the table.

"Looks like we have the same study resources," you remarked, gesturing towards the overlapping books.

Tim's eyes lit up with amusement. "Great minds think alike, I suppose. It's always comforting to know you're not alone in this sea of information."

And so, your study session began. Questions were asked, concepts were dissected, and ideas were shared. It felt effortless to engage in conversation with Tim, his intelligence matched only by his genuine interest in learning. Together, you explored complex theories and debated interpretations, fueling each other's passion for knowledge.

As the hours passed, you realized that the connection extended beyond academics. The conversations veered into personal anecdotes, hobbies, and aspirations. Tim's enthusiasm for detective work and his drive to make a difference in the world ignited a spark within you. There was something about him that made you feel understood, a sense of shared purpose that transcended the boundaries of studying.

The library became a backdrop to your growing connection, a place where minds intertwined, and hearts began to recognize a deeper affinity. It was in those stolen glances and subtle gestures that you sensed something more, a mutual attraction that blossomed amidst the intellectual exploration.

Tim, too, seemed aware of the shifting dynamics. His smiles became more lingering, his laughter laced with a hint of something unspoken. There was an undeniable chemistry, and the air crackled with anticipation.

As the evening drew to a close, the library announced its imminent closure. You gathered your belongings, a mix of reluctance and excitement coursing through your veins. Tim stood up, mirroring your movements, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Would you like to continue our studies elsewhere?" Tim asked, his voice soft yet brimming with hope.

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, feeling the weight of the unspoken invitation. "I'd love to. Let's escape the confines of textbooks and discover something beyond the pages."

And just like that, you embarked on a new chapter together, one that extended beyond the realm of studying. With each passing day, you unraveled the layers of Tim's complex persona, finding solace and understanding in each other's arms.

Studying became a mere pretext for your meetings, a mere guise for stolen glances and whispered confessions. Your connection flourished, bridging the gap between intellect and emotion, sparking a love that blossomed amidst the pursuit of knowledge.

So, in the quiet corners of the library, amidst the weight of academic pursuits, a love story unfolded—two souls intertwined, brought together by the serendipity of shared study resources and a mutual thirst for understanding. And together, you and Tim Drake embarked on a journey of learning, love, and endless possibilities.

After weeks of stolen glances and growing affection, the time had come for your first official date with Tim Drake. Both of you were eager to explore a new dimension of your connection, outside the confines of study sessions and library walls.

Tim had planned a surprise for the evening, promising to show you a side of Gotham you had never experienced before. As you stood outside a charming café, Tim's eyes twinkled with excitement.

"I hope you're ready for a night of adventure," he said, extending his arm for you to take. "We're about to embark on a journey through Gotham's hidden gems."

With a mix of anticipation and curiosity, you laced your fingers with his and followed him into the heart of the city. Tim led you through winding streets and alleys, pausing occasionally to point out unique architecture or share intriguing historical tidbits.

The air buzzed with anticipation as you arrived at an enchanting park, tucked away from the bustling city. The park was illuminated by soft, twinkling lights, casting a magical glow upon the surroundings. Tim's thoughtful gesture did not go unnoticed.

"This place is beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Tim smiled warmly. "I thought it would be the perfect spot for our first date. A place where we can escape the chaos and just be in each other's company."

You settled on a bench beneath a canopy of stars, engaging in heartfelt conversations that delved into your dreams, fears, and passions. Time seemed to stand still as you shared laughter and moments of vulnerability, cementing the connection between you.

As the evening progressed, Tim revealed another surprise—a picnic basket filled with delectable treats and a selection of your favorite snacks. He had taken note of your preferences during your study sessions, showcasing his attention to detail and consideration.

As you enjoyed the scrumptious spread, the conversation effortlessly transitioned from lighthearted banter to deeper topics. You discovered shared values and aspirations, a harmonious blend of intellect and emotional connection.

With the night still young, Tim invited you to a nearby rooftop. Together, you marveled at the breathtaking view of Gotham's skyline, the city's heartbeat pulsating beneath your feet. The tranquility of the moment was punctuated by stolen glances and gentle touches, each gesture a testament to the burgeoning romance.

Lost in the intimacy of the rooftop setting, Tim mustered the courage to express his feelings. He confessed that from the moment he saw you in the library, his curiosity had transformed into something far more profound—a deep admiration and an undeniable attraction.

You reciprocated his sentiments, expressing your own growing affection and the joy he brought into your life. In that suspended moment, surrounded by the city's twinkling lights, you sealed your connection with a tender kiss, igniting a spark that promised endless possibilities.

From that night forward, your love story continued to flourish. Tim and you embarked on countless adventures, discovering hidden corners of Gotham, indulging in shared hobbies, and supporting each other's dreams. Whether it was solving mysteries or simply relishing quiet moments together, your bond grew stronger with each passing day.

The first date served as a catalyst, igniting a love that would transcend the boundaries of ordinary life. And as you looked into Tim's eyes, you knew that your journey together had only just begun—an exhilarating path paved with love, passion, and the unwavering commitment to explore the depths of your connection.

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

Crafting With The Dorms Pt 1.

I'm being intentional vague with what crafting implies, because I am the dumbass who does the majority of these things.

This is also polyam!Reader but it's such a small part that it's hard to notice. Sorry for a two parter but I'm doing a lot rn ifbshfkenn

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Heartslabyul

Do you think any of these idiots can work a glue gun?

That alone would cause enough chaos in the dorm that Riddle would attempt to collar everyone to calm the situation down. Which would fail miserably, of course, because glue guns obey no laws of magic or man.

Trey at least has the patience to figure out how to do things the right way. Thankfully you have him for whatever task you decide to undertake.

The others aren't nearly as... together.

It's best to keep your projects with this group simple. No special tools, no complicated stitches or knots, ext.

They might be insulted at first but by the time you've all finished your little concrete stepping stones, with everyone covered in the mix and Ace sporting a nasty cut to his thumb after Deuce handed him a sharp mosaic piece, there's an understanding.

Cater takes a video of you guys making it for his socials and tbh most of the comments are laughing at Riddle's red face as he struggles to place a decoration.

Ace and Deuce are going to try and compete to see who has a better stepping stone. They both lose.

(^Ace's cracks because takes it out the minute he thinks it's hardened. Deuce's never sets properly because he added too much water. Yes they are disappointed.)

Cater uses so many decorations that you almost fear the entire top may crack if it's stepped on.

Trey and Riddle are doing a theme together to match the garden. They'd love for you to join them but don't be too hurt if Riddle doesn't approve of your piece in the end.

The standards for the Heartslabyul dorm are incredibly high.

(This doesn't mean he gives it back. Riddle is romantic!! He'd be the type to use one of those little platestands to display your piece if allowed.)

In the end you get at least four stepping stones from this, and a mess that looks like you made twenty.

♡

Savanaclaw

Ruggie is good at some crafts and better at others. There's a few that he can't catch onto, but that's pretty much true with anyone.

Of course this doesn't mean he likes every activity avaliable. It just means he isn't as nearly as lost when you suggest doing something.

Leona and Jack on the other hand...

Jack tries. Really, he does. Anything you throw at him he'll attempt to tackle, and maybe that's the problem.

It's difficult for him to let loose, which is what being creative is all about. If you put instructions for how to make make something in front of him he'll do it by the book every single time.

Which is probably better then Leona, who doesn't do it at all.

The best craft for this group is probably going to be something that's more building based.

Kinda like one of those DIY workshops at hardwear stores for kids.

Perhaps building a cornhole game would be fun.

(^IDK IM FROM THE MIDWEST THIS IS WHAT WE DO. I don't know anything else! What other sport can you build?!?!)

They actually might be better at this then other things. Mostly because the novelty of playing the game after they finished.

Jack seems like he'd be a perfectionist in regards to specific measurements for everything, but sometimes he goes overboard and overcorrects his mistakes. Usually he's going to find a way to cover it up, but if not, you can always suggest blaming it on Leona.

Leona doesn't care.

(In the scenario that you do, in fact, build a corn hole game, throw the corn sacks at Leona and see what happens).

♡

Octavinelle

They probably do some sort of DIY.

(Azul literally enslaved half the school for free labor so it's not hard to imagine that they decorated the lounge themselves)

But don't give Floyd any glitter that's a bad idea.

^Actually most things shouldn't be given to Floyd, as he can always find some unintended use to harass the student body with.

Best option with this group is some sort of

Paint by numbers seem to be something Jade and Azul might do, but Floyd will not abide by the rules.

You'll end up with three matching pictures and one nightmarish terror.

He only does it because it makes Azul (and possibly you too) cringe.

Ugh

[microwave-core]

Oh God it's more Headcanons

To prepare for XC3 (because the DLC drops at like 9pm for some reason) I wrote more headcanons, mainly because I didn't have a specific character in mind to drabble about.

Sonia my beloved. God, Galar has so many great characters and yet I just don’t have the time to write for all of them… even those with banger designs. Anyways, Sonia. Where to even start with her.

Her hair is a mess. Humidity is her worst enemy. She spends dozens of minutes a day attempting to detangle it when the weather goes to shit. She would be forever indebted to you if you brushed her hair for her. Please just be careful, she will complain if you tug too hard.

Also be careful if you sleep next to her at night, because you very well may end up choking on her hair. Even just cuddling is risky business. You are never safe, not even if you are the little spoon. But it’s worth it because Sonia runs very warm, so it’s always comfy to hold her or rest in her arms.

Speaking of hair, she wants to style yours. Doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got, she’ll find a way. Straight or curly or coils or braids or what have you, she will play with it. Doesn’t matter how long it is either. If you ask for a specific style, she’ll do it, but at some point she will weave little hearts into it to match her own. Don’t ask how she does it, it’s a secret.

Anyways, enough about that. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of a kid rocking up to get their first pokemon from the Professor and her wife and their adopted son assistant. She’s just… so powerful I love her so much. 

Hop loves you. He ships you so hard with Sonia it’s unreal. He is Galar’s best wingman and will do everything in his power to get you two alone together. You guys could literally be married already and he would still be trying to set you guys up. And Leon is no different. Sonia’s his best friend and she talks about you all the time. This guy knows how much Sonia loves you and wants nothing more than for you two to be happy together. Sometimes a family is just a professor, her wife, their assistant, and his brother.

Not enough content for Big Sis Plumeria. She’s gotta take care of basically all Team Skull because they would never get anything done without her around, so she’d be immensely grateful if you either helped corral them or help her relax after constantly chasing after them.

She’s very much an “asshole to the world, sweetheart to her girl” type of girlfriend, mixed in with some tough love. She would never raise her voice at you or seriously insult you, something she does often with the grunts. The most she’ll do is mildly insult you for doing something stupid (as in she would call you an “idiot” or something along those lines), but it’s always evident that she’s more concerned than upset.

As long as you're her girl, no one is going to mess with you. Especially if you have a storied history. Asshole ex? Shitty family members? Straight up enemies? You don’t have to worry about those people anymore. 

Oh also all of the Team Skull grunts look up to you and would literally die for you. You’re Big Sis Two, their third favorite person. Also, if anything happened to you on their watch, they would have to face Plumeria’s wrath, which might as well be worse then Guzma’s

Slightly older contest-star Shauna who, despite being pretty girl-crazy, attempts to navigate her first serious relationship. I realize that I like Shauna more than most people, but hear me out.

When she went on a journey through Kalos with her friends, like stated above, she was completely girl-crazy. Literally every girl she met was the absolute prettiest woman she had ever seen (especially Diantha). But she never ended up getting into a relationship, despite wishing otherwise.

When she meets you, she is absolutely smitten. When you’re just friends, she dreams about you every waking minute. She really, really wants to hold your hand and kiss you and go on cute little dates to restaurants and picnics and do contests together and go shopping together and and everything else girlfriends do. She is obsessed. 

But once you start dating her, she’s a mess. She has all these things she wants to do with you, but she doesn’t know how to go about doing any of them, so sometimes she comes off as a little awkward in the most endearing way possible. She’s a little clumsy and hesitant when initiating affection, but every little thing you do together makes her so happy. It’s got the energy of a cute high school romance, just two dumbasses in love with each other.

Also she’s super supportive of you. Like Marnie, she is your personal cheerleader. She’ll bring up your achievements to everyone she comes across because she needs everyone to know how great you are and how lucky she is to be dating you. Please be supportive of her in return, she would actually ascend to heaven if she saw you in the audience of one of her contests.

Zisu… big woman. I don’t even have words to describe this absolute unit of a woman. She is far too powerful to fully put into words. Her strength is seemingly unending. She canonically trains with pokemon with her bare hands and could absolutely fuck all of them up.

She can bench press your ass, no matter your size or stature. She’ll carry you anywhere you want whenever you want, she’ll get anything you need off of the top shelf, she will lift up anything you need for whatever reason, and she will give you a little kiss on the forehead because she loves you very much.

If you’re afraid of Pokemon (which is pretty likely given the time period), she will do whatever it takes to help you get over your fears. Zisu is all the protection you need in Hisui. No Pokemon will ever get past her. But she would also like to help you get more comfortable with them, if nothing more than for her peace of mind. She can’t be there all the time, given her position in Team Galaxy.

But if you have a strong team, she would love to train with you. If you managed to beat her, she would love you forever. She’s hella strong, so she finds you being stronger than her in one aspect incredibly attractive. And if you managed to beat her in hand to hand combat? She would never recover.

I think Larry is objectively the funniest gym leader, but I whole-heartedly believe Iono is right behind him. I just think she is a funny little guy with an absolutely banger design.

As the most popular streamer in Paldea (I think), people across the region are going to know that you're dating. There is nothing you can do to avoid it. And Iono doesn’t want to hide your relationship. She wants to show you off.

Showing up on stream at least a few times is a mandatory part of dating her. Both Iono and chat love when you’re there. Sometimes Iono will warn you about what she’s planning beforehand, but other times she’ll leave you in the dark. Don’t worry, though, she won’t ever do anything that will make you uncomfortable.

More importantly, when dating Iono, you get to see the normal her, without the energetic streamer persona. Not to say that she’s completely different on stream, she just amps everything up for the camera. Off camera, she just wants to lay down with you and chill out. Let her complain about the weird people in her chat while you hold her close, she desperately needs it.

Outside of that, this girl loves to gossip. Tell her all about the drama you're dealing with or about the people you just don’t like, she eats that shit up. Likewise, she’ll also “spill the tea” as the kids say. She’s got a lot of people and things to tell you about, both big and small. Just promise to not blab to others about those she complains about. She already has to deal with too much weird shit to have time to deal with additional drama from other people.

Flannery is, like, an og waifu, or something like that. Anyways I like her because her design is sick and so is her gym aesthetic (at least in oras). Girlypop is confident in her abilities but she also only has a vague idea of what she’s doing and is just trying her best.

Being a rookie gym leader is hard, even if she is highly skilled. More importantly, it’s stressful. Thankfully, Lavaridge has a hot spring, giving her a perfect way to relax at the end of the day, and she is borderline desperate for you to join her. Listen, she just radiates disaster lesbian. Being in your presence helps her unwind as is, so pairing you up with the hotspring makes her melt. 

She is very dedicated to her training and would love it if you were to join her sometime. Be warned, it gets uncomfortably hot and you will most likely regret it almost immediately, so be prepared. She doesn’t ask you to join her because she doesn’t want you to accidentally strain yourself due to how rigorous it gets, but she’d let you if you asked (after warning you of how difficult it would be, of course).

She seems like someone that would enjoy hiking. Conveniently, there is a volcano right nearby to track up. Flannery desperately wants you to come with her because it would give her a chance to share something she loves with someone she loves. Don’t worry about getting tired, she will carry you up the remainder of the track, no sweat. When you make it to the top (or just find a clearing to rest at), you get to gaze at the beautiful scenery with her. 

Okay I now realize that I didn’t do much outside of the first point to show how much of a disaster she is but she just like… is. I cannot explain it, that is just the vibe she has. So even if she seems confident and held together in your presence, she is screaming in her head because you’re so pretty and she loves you AAAAA.

Oh shit I forgot about Tymeand Ryme for the gilf section of the last headcanon post fuck. Uhhhhh, I like them in the same way as the other gilfs in that they’re cool but ultimately they are funny little grandmas, so here comes your grandma posting.

Like the others, Tyme would totally bake you cookies and while eating them would help you do math. I don’t care if you’re not taking some kind of math class or if you're a student at all, she is going to help you do math. Someone has to teach you how to do your taxes, right? If that is not enough to entice you, then perhaps you would like to see her very cool rock collection, because she would totally have one, and a big one at that. Unrelated, but if you give her any kind of rock she could identify it immediately and would also cherish it dearly.

Ryme is the cool grandma. She doesn’t have time to bake cookies (she isn’t very good at it), but she makes up for it in other ways. You want to see a band or artist live? Just tell her, she’ll find a way to get you to that concert. She’d also let you get away with a lot of things, letting you off easy where others would be upset. Like, if you got into a fight with someone, she would lightly scold you then immediately ask if you won. She’d be really proud if you did and would comfort you if you didn’t. Also teaches you how to rap, but that much should be obvious.

Hopefully this is the last of the grandma posting because if I do this again it means I forgot someone else and I don’t think I did. I guess if there’s one major appeal to the gilfs it’s the domesticity of them? Like, you get the ideal of living your life alongside one another for such a long time, which is the dream, really. Girl I don’t know I’m gonna get back to regular unhinged scenarios sorry about this.

One professor was not enough for one post apparently because I wanna talk about Professor Juniper, the original hot professor. Ever the reliable woman, she will do all she can to lend a hand should you need it, but in return you need to put up with her deciding to do things before confirming with the other people involved beforehand.

Unlike most professors, Juniper has another professor to rely on, that being the other Juniper, so she does have a bit more free time on her hands. That being said, she is often doing things for other people, so she is pretty much as busy as the others. But because she’s just helping out other people and not completing research, she is definitely more accessible. Not going to say that she would hold off on helping someone to come help you if you were to need it, but she would do that (assuming that what she was doing before wasn’t urgent).

She loves to travel around the region, and would love it if you joined her. It’s not really a date, but it’s good quality time. Most of it is taken up by her rambling about the Pokemon that can be found in the area. She would also love it if you lent her a hand in her research. It’s a fun and cute little bonding activity, and it means you can spend more time together afterwards.

Like Sonia, the idea of rocking up to a lab only to be met by the professor and her loving wife is a very powerful one, but Sonia remains more powerful. After all, Juniper doesn’t usually give kids their starters in person, nor does she have an assistant whom she and her wife can semi-adopt.

As a side note, I considered using her first name because she has one, but I don’t know if that is common knowledge. It pops up at the very beginning of B2W2, but I didn’t realize it was there until, like, two days ago. 

Oh my God I forgot about Professor Magnolia because she isn’t even on my list of characters. I am so upset. And no I’m not going to fix this my moving her up to be with Tyme and Ryme because I need it to be known that I fucked this up here’s your grandma posting again and if I mess this up for a fourth time I’m going to be so upset with myself.

Magnolia is just a chill grandma. She always has cookies in her kitchen to give to Sonia. I’m pretty sure they live together so it’s not like she’s visiting her, but she feels that her granddaughter should always have access to finely made cookies. If you were to come over, she would break them out along with tea and have a surprisingly intellectual conversation. She may have given the professor title to Sonia, but she continues to delve into research, if nothing to fulfill her own self-interest.

These visits are especially interesting if you were, say, dating Sonia. She would give you all kinds of stories from when she was growing up. They aren’t particularly embarrassing, per say, but they usually embarrass Sonia anyways. She’s happy that her granddaughter has found both a path in life and someone to spend it with. In general, she would be interested in you as a person. She wants to have a good relationship with her future granddaughter-in-law, after all!

I swear to God if I forget another grandma (besides Cogita because I already write about her plenty) I’m going to lose it.

Let’s end this one with Misty. She’s normally sweet and bright, but she has a tendency to get snappy when annoyed, which tends to leave a greater impression on people than her regular nature since she easily gets frustrated.

Like all gym leaders, she has lots of responsibilities and is busy and also has an affinity for the type she uses. This is especially true for her since most of her designs are just swimsuits (good for you girlie). She will take you on walks all over Cerulean, as well as swimming in the water surrounding it. It’s her happy place, and she gets really annoyed when people interrupt the tranquil moment.

Sorry to say that it usually falls to you to keep her temper down in those situations. Remind her that it’s probably just a challenger looking to continue their journey and that you’ll get to continue your little date when she’s done. She’s still going to be annoyed, but it’s hard for her to remain bitter when she knows she gets to spend more time with you soon.

At some point, she wants to leave Cerulean and its gym for a while in order to go on a journey of her own. When she does, she wants you to come with her. Nothing sounds better to her than getting lost (metaphorically, she can’t stand actually getting lost) in nature with you by her side. Hopefully you don’t have something that could fry her bike because that would be pretty unfortunate.

I would say her sisters are supportive but they aren’t really there enough to know much about you. Sorry Misty. It’s a shame that they’ve been on the same cruise for twenty years. Someone should really check in with them.