#we’re so cooked bruh

[satoruxx]

nobody talk to me about those leaks i’m only focused on the gojo and nanami crumbs…

[evermoresqueiswriting]

the one where clarisse learns about her love language

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury" - King Of My Heart, Taylor Swift

summary: after getting hurt during one game of capture de flag, clarisse gets taken care of by you and after this, clarisse went from never being at the infirmary to being there almost every day with a new injury. weird for an ares kid to get this easily injured, but you didn't mind

pairing: clarisse la rue x apollo!reader

word count: 6.2k i suddenly lost the ability to write shorter fics bruh

tags: fluff, clarisse fell first and harder

masterlist // ask box

No one at camp had a job at camp per say. Hephaestus kids were the ones forging the weapons campers used, and Demeter kids sometimes cooked dinner. And some Apollo kids – including yourself – were the designated healers at camp. So, it wasn’t your job, per say, to stay at the infirmary all day long, but you were. 

You enjoyed the calm and serenity of that place. The sun always shined through the windows, and you could sunbathe all day long, while listening to your favourite songs or painting. Most of the time it was quiet, except when Will followed you there. He was a rather loud kid, he loved to ask questions and learn about everything you did. 

“Shouldn’t you be playing with other kids your age instead of trying to work here?” 

“Shouldn’t you be socialising with kids your age instead of working for free?” Will replied in the same tone. 

“Rude!” 

“I learned from the best,” he gave you a pat on the shoulder. 

“I regret it. All the time,” you turned away. “If you’re gonna stay here, at least help me clean this place.”

The first time Will tried to help you clean this place, it was a disaster. Before you ran the infirmary, it wasn’t organised, everything was just laying around. Then you came in, and cleaned up the place, and organised it how you liked it. Will didn’t know that, so he just cleaned up like he thought was fine. It wasn’t. And you had lectured him about never – ever – touching anything again without you being there. 

“Tomorrow’s Capture the Flag,” Will started. “They put really far from the flag and the fight, again,” he frowned. 

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It always happens when the Ares cabin is teaming up with us. They’re always leading the fight.”

“Well they are good,” you shrugged. “But you know you can talk to Lee about this, he’s our head counsellor and he could talk to Clarisse.”

He shook his head. 

“Clarisse is kinda scary,” Will admitted. 

“Did I never tell you to never judge a book by its cover,” you put your hands on your hips, “but in that case you’re right. Clarisse does scare me a little bit too. And I’m kinda glad she decided to put me far away from her this time.”

Will rolled his eyes, clearly still upset. 

“Okay, I can see how this isn’t great,” you sighed. “If for the next one, we’re still teaming up with the Ares cabin, I’ll talk to Lee and Clarisse alright?”

He nodded. Hopefully, you weren’t going to team up with the Ares cabin anytime soon. You never talked to Clarisse, but you knew who she was. Everyone knew her. Ares daughter, head counsellor and incredibly scary. She was an amazing fighter, and no one wanted to be at the other end of her spear. 

“I’m just saying,” you ranted to Lee at dinner, “Will is a kid and it sucks that you decided to exclude him.”

“Who’s ‘you’,” he inquired. “Clarisse was the brain behind everything. She’s the strategist.”

“And what are you? A plant? You were there when the strategy was being made,” you argued.

“But Will never said anything to me. It’s always been this way.”

“Well he told me, and I’m telling you. Please pass along this information if we ever get teamed up with the Ares cabin again,” you smiled.

“Sure,” Lee nodded. “You’re the boss.”

“‘m not,” you mumbled and kept on eating. 

Lee was the Apollo cabin’s head counsellor. But really, you were his co-head counsellor. You have been at camp for a long time now, since the age of ten and you have always been a year-rounder at camp. But when the head counsellor spot freed up, you vouched for Lee. He wanted that position, he deserved it, and you agreed. But he always came for advice and your opinion. 

Capture the Flag day finally arrived, and you were getting ready, putting your armour on. You picked your bow and slid it on your shoulder, before leaving your cabin. You joined your team – the red one – and everyone was there already. Clarisse stood tall and proud at the front, planting her spear next to her. 

“Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged,” Chiron announced – like every single time. “Killing or maiming is not allowed.”

“Much to my regret,” Dionysus mumbled. “So yeah, let the game begin or whatever.”

Clarisse turned around, waved her hand around and people were running to their assigned position. You were on flag duty. On top of the hill that had a perfect view of your flag. If you saw anyone from the opposite side you'd shoot explosive arrows to blind and confuse them for a second, so your team had time to disarm them before they could reach your flag. 

You looked around, and spotted Michael and Lee. Chatting, and looking around. Moving on. Ares' kids were fighting some kids from the Hephaestus cabin. Logic. And then you spotted Clarisse. Walking alone through the forest. Probably to the other side where the blue flag was. 

But then you also spotted a group of three Athena kids – blue team – following her closely. Clarisse wasn’t stupid, she probably knew about them following her. 

“What are you watching?” someone asked, startling you. 

“Will! What are you doing here?”

“There wasn’t anyone around the borders, so I came to help you. So what are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, going back to monitor your flag. 

Will stared at you, huffed and went to look at what you were looking at. 

“y/n?,” Will called for you. 

“What?” you didn’t look at him.

“y/n!”

“What?” you gave him a quick glance. 

“Something’s wrong.”

That caught your attention. You looked back at where Clarisse was. She seemed fine. The three Athena kids were no longer there though. 

“What?”

“Don’t you see the trap?”

“What trap?” you frowned, looking more closely at where she stood. 

It was a particularly sunny day. If your dad wasn’t Apollo, you’d be blinded by the sun rays. But your dad was Apollo, so you were doing great. And there it was. The trap. It was so bright, it was hard to spot it. And the Athena kids knew that. So when Clarisse walked over it, it was too late and something came flying toward her. 

“What the hell?” you cursed before running down the hill. “Stay here,” you warned Will. 

Before you left, you gave a quick glance back, and Clarisse was down, surely unconscious. 

“Fuck.”

You sprinted towards where she was when you heard the emergency horn. The emergency horn that Chiron played at the start of every summer so campers would know what that sound meant. A warning for campers that the game stopped. When you reached Clarisse, Chiron and Mr D were already there. As well as most campers. 

“What happened?” campers talked among themselves.

“Move!” you pushed the kids blocking you from reaching Clarisse. 

Clarisse was bleeding from her forehead, and a metal stick was stuck in her left shoulder. It was overwhelming, people squeezing in to see what was going on, talking to each other. Even Chiron and Mr D couldn’t keep them in place. You kneeled beside Clarisse, trying to shield her from the campers, when you spotted one of the Athena kids that was following her earlier. 

You stood swiftly, without leaving Clarisse unattended and grabbed his armour with both hands to bring him closer.

“You take another step toward Clarisse again and I’ll make sure you won’t ever, ever, see another healthy day again. I’ll make sure you and your brothers will wake everyday in pain wishing you were dead instead,” you cursed him. 

You spoke in a low voice, but everyone heard. Just like that, everyone took a step back.

“y/n,” Chiron put his hand on your shoulder. “You’re needed in the infirmary, I’ll bring Clarisse there.”

You let him go, took your armour off and threw it on the ground before walking to the infirmary with your brothers close behind you. Michael had great healing skills too, so you’d need him. Will was learning so he stayed with you. Lee, as your head counsellor, also had to be here somehow. 

“Can you really do that?” Will asked timidly. “Make them sick forever.”

“Apollo kids can inherit dad’s plague powers,” Lee stated. “But it’s rare, and never that powerful.”

Will stared at you, but you only stared at the door. Waiting for Chiron to arrive. 

“Why are you so worried about Clarisse of all people,” Michael huffed. 

Lee slapped his arm. 

“What!” Michael rubbed his arm. 

“Great to know that’s what you’d think if we were ever on the battlefield,” you noted, “choosing who to help and who can die.”

“That’s not what I said!” he shouted.

“Then why shouldn’t I be worried about an injured camper, who just happened to be Clarisse?” you shouted back.

Someone cleared their throat. You both stopped bickering. Chiron. He put Clarisse on the bed next to the window and stepped back so you and Michael could start working. You didn’t need to talk to know what to do. You trained together, as a team, for years, so everything was done flawlessly and quickly. 

“She should be fine,” you announced, “I’ll stay and feed her ambrosia for the next few days and she should wake.”

“Great,” Chiron nodded, relieved. “Great work you two, as usual.”

They all left, except for Will and you both sat on the couch. You stared at Clarisse, with her head wrapped in a bandage, her shoulder too. 

“She doesn’t look so scary now huh,” you said. 

“No,” Will agreed. “So it really was the Athena cabin?”

“I don’t know, I mean I saw them. I don’t think Annabeth would’ve agreed to such a plan. As in a plan that’d almost kill their opponent in Capture the Flag. For a real quest, why not. But Capture the Flag?”

“What’s going to happen to those who pulled this stunt?”

“Well,” you sighed, “knowing Chiron, he’d probably just revoke their dessert privileges for two weeks instead of one. But I’m sure once she wakes up, she’ll know what to do.”

“Kill them?” Will ask, with a horrified expression.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. 

Will left first, leaving you alone with Clarisse. You told him you’d join him later when dinner would come. You went to see Clarisse. The bandages were already soaked, so you carefully removed them. You carefully cleaned her wounds again before bandaging them again. You fed her a tiny amount of ambrosia before joining the rest of your siblings for dinner. 

Before the feast could begin, Chiron gave a speech about how Capture the Flag wasn’t the place to settle personal accounts and that maiming and killing was forbidden. And how this time it went too far. 

“I’ve talked to the head counsellor in question, and it will be taken seriously. There will be consequences, and I don’t ever want to see this happening ever again.”

Campers nodded along, and went back to their table. You devoured your food in no time, not forgetting to leave some for the offering. Then you rushed to shower and clean your face before running to the infirmary where you’d spend the next few nights. 

“I really hope you’ll wake soon,” you told unconscious Clarisse. “I’m not used to having someone else in here.”

You walked around, putting things back where they’re supposed to, and walked back to where Clarisse was. Then you stood again, and sat.

“I’m crazy. A few hours with someone who doesn’t talk to me and I’m going insane,” you sighed. “Well, while we’re here, I have a few things to say, to get off my chest really,” you started your rant. “You know Will, my little brother. Well, Will is capable of holding his own, he can fight… maybe not your siblings, cause you’re all very, very, violent. But you don’t have to put him this far away each time you know, he notices.

“I’m saying,” you rested your back against the bed, “it could be different, you could come up with a different kind of strategy. It works for sure, you win a lot, but we could win in a different way also. 

“You know I saw you,” you continued after a moment. “Being followed by these idiots. I thought you knew, and–,” you paused. “Ugh I should’ve tried to protect you. Warn you. It was my job. Why didn’t I think of that earlier? And it was hot as hell, you could’ve felt a little dizzy and I should’ve–”

“Shut up,” Clarisse wheezed. 

You whipped around, standing up before backing away. 

“Ar– Clarisse?” you whispered. “Are you feeling alright?” you walked to her. 

Her eyes were still closed, she frowned and shook her head slightly. 

“Waw, Ares kids are tougher than I thought,” you mumbled to yourself. 

You went to grab some water and a straw, and sat next to Clarisse, on the bed. 

“You should drink a bit.”

She opened her eyes, and stared at you, with a blank expression. You blinked, and smiled, holding up the straw to her mouth. You frowned when she refused to drink. 

“Drinking water is good for you,” you added. “Please stop staring at me like you want to murder me.”

She rolled her eyes and drank everything before closing her eyes again, and turning her head on the other side. 

“Well, I’ll be sleeping on this bed,” you pointed to the bed next to hers, “if you need anything, shout.” 

Clarisse kept quiet, so you went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. Clarisse, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. She turned head around and looked at you. You clearly slept well, with your mouth slightly opened. After a few minutes of staring outside the window, her stomach growled. She needed to eat. 

There had to be food in here – she looked around and spotted a basket full of fruits and cake. That’ll do. She gathered all her strength and tried to push herself up using her left arm and yelped in pain. That woke you up.

“What’s wrong?” you worried.

“Nothing,” Clarisse panted, biting her lips. 

You rushed to her and saw her shoulder was bleeding again.

“What happened?” you worried, turning the lights on. 

You grabbed clean bandages, and a clean towel with some alcohol and rushed back to her. Clarisse somehow managed to sit up, her right arm holding onto where her left shoulder was stabbed.

“Don’t cover it,” you pushed her hand away.

You started to remove the blood soaked bandages when she grabbed your hand to stop you. You gave her a questioning look. Clarisse quickly let go of your hand and looked away, breathing slowly. You opened your mouth, but then closed it and resumed your work. 

“What were you trying to do anyway?” you asked when the wound was clean. 

“I was hungry.”

“I–, I mean I did say to shout if you needed me but I was not thinking a pained scream with you bleeding again. Just a ‘hey y/n bring me food’ would’ve suffice. I would’ve been up. And that’s done. Good as new.”

Clarisse was still looking away from you which hid her head wound. When she turned her head toward you, you raised your hand to touch her face, but she flinched away hard at your sudden movement. You froze, too afraid to move again. No one talked or dared to breathe – the silence became heavy. Clarisse opened her eyes, and stared at you. She took your hand in hers and put it down. 

“I–,” you breathed, “I was just going to check your head wound,” you murmured. 

“Go ahead then,” she sat straighter. 

You raised your hands slower this time, and tilted her head. You tore off her bandage and put it back in place. Clarisse could hear her heartbeat pacing up. Her mind and body stopped functioning. What was happening? She kept thinking about how your hands felt so warm in the night breeze, and how pretty you looked so close. Then when you dropped your hands, she came back to reality.

“Your face is still good. Like always,” and gave her a small smile. 

“I’ll go eat,” she blurted out before leaving bed.

“Oh– okay. I can go to the kitchen and bring other things if you want.”

“No it’s fine,” she brushed you off, focused on the fruits in front of her. 

Which was hard with you so close behind her. You watched Clarisse eat the strawberries and blueberries and grapes, and then you grabbed an orange and started to peel it. Once you were done you handed it to her. She grabbed it slowly and whispered a low thank you before eating it. Clarisse also ate half of the cake Katie brought to you earlier. 

“Demeter kids, am I right,” you ate with her, “I don't know what they put in their cakes but I could eat them everyday. You should rest now,” you put your hand on her right arm and squeezed it. “You can barely stand.”

This time when Clarisse closed her eyes, she fell asleep instantly. And so did you. The next morning, you were the first one up. As soon as the sun rose, you were ready to start your day. You went to your cabin and washed up before grabbing a new toothbrush for Clarisse. You changed your clothes, and then went to the Ares cabin. You opened the door, and no one was up yet. You spotted the only empty bunk bed – Clarisse had one for herself – and saw her drawer next to it. You grabbed a new pair of pants, and a new camp-half blood tee and left in a hurry. Clarisse was up by the time you came back.

“I brought some of your clothes so you could change,” you gave her the clothes and the toothbrush. “I did sneak into your cabin, but I didn’t look through your stuff, don't worry about that,” you smiled. “I mean, except for your clothes – sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Well, I’ll let you change and I’ll be… not here for sure. I’ll go get breakfast!”

Clarisse watched you walk away, humming to some songs and when you were out of her sight, she got out of bed to change and clean herself. All she could think about was what happened yesterday. What even happened yesterday?

Before yesterday, you never spoke. She knew your name and vaguely knew what you looked like, but that was it. Since she arrived at camp, she didn’t once step into the infirmary – she didn’t need to. But now, for some reason, all she could think about was you. And how warm and soft your hands felt, how nice it felt to have you touch her face like that. 

By the time you came back, Clarisse went back to bed and laid down. You gave her what you brought and you ate together, picking off the same plate.

“How are you feeling this morning? Does it still hurt?” you pointed at her shoulder.

“I’m—,” she stopped. “It still hurts,” which was true. “A lot,” that wasn’t.. 

“Really?” you worried. “I thought you’d be doing fine, because you woke so early. I thought your body was healing faster than most campers. Well,” you picked a strawberry with your fork, “you’ll have to stay here longer then.”

“Can’t go against the doctor’s orders,” she shrugged. 

“True,” you smiled. “You finish this,” you pushed the plate toward her, “I’ll go get some supplies to change this,” you gently patted her shoulder. 

You rolled your chair away, and grabbed what you needed and rolled back to Clarisse. You hopped onto her bed, and started your routine. The wounds were healing perfectly fine, and very quickly, so it was odd that Clarisse was still in extreme pain. 

“I don’t think these wounds will scar,” you said. 

“A shame, they’d make me look tougher.”

“Look?” you huffed. “You don’t need those to look tougher, you already do. Scary even,” you joke, but not really. “I mean I’m not scared– anymore… but yeah, some people may say– think you do. Anyway, scar or not, you’ll always look and be the toughest.”

“Anymore?” she grinned. “Were you before?”

“I mean,” you dragged that last vowel, “I don’t think scared is the right word. More like– intimidated. I never went to these meetings for Capture the Flag because I knew if you disagreed or worse – dismissed my ideas – I would’ve cried.”

“I never would’ve done that,” she chuckled, “I don’t think you’re capable of having bad ideas. Lee’s constantly praising you and giving us your ideas that I always take into account.”

“Really?” you couldn’t stop your smile. 

She shrugged, and nodded. You playfully slapped her on the shoulder – the left one – and she yelped in pain.

“What the hell!”

‘Sorry!” you backed away, “it was a reflex.”

Clarisse ended up staying in the infirmary with you for three whole days, but she couldn’t fake it anymore when the wound completely healed and it was as if nothing had happened. The day she left, you cleaned up the room and sat alone on the couch, just like before. 

It was weird. Usually, you enjoyed the silence and solitude of the room, but now it was as if time had stopped. Every time you looked at the clock, it’d only been two minutes. And so were the next few days. Then on Friday, as usual, Lee came in to visit. You worked in silence – which was the first odd thing Lee noticed – then he saw how you always stared at the empty bed Clarisse used to stay in. 

“You’re being weird,” he said. 

“I’m not!”

“You’re never this quiet when I visit.”

“The past few days were a bit dry,” you explained casually.

“You can say you miss Clarisse, it’s fine,” he sat next to you on the couch. 

“I–,” you sighed. “It’s just… I was getting used to having someone with me.”

“Well maybe you should spend less time here and more time outside with, mmh I don’t know, Clarisse maybe.” 

“What if she doesn’t see me as a friend though? What if I’m imagining things? She hasn’t visited me once.”

“Then you come back here, and the end.”

“I hate you,” you groaned. “You’re no help to me at all!”

When the door suddenly flew open which startled both of you. You could recognise these hair anywhere. 

“Clarisse?” you called her name. 

She turned to face you, and a gasp came out of your mouth before rushing to her. 

“What happened to your face?” you held her arms.

Clarisse had a nasty cut going from her eyebrow to her hairline. She stared at you without saying anything before turning her gaze to Lee, and he spurted out some excuses and then left. But before he closed the door, he gave you a knowing look saying ‘see, she’s here’. 

“What happened?” you frowned. 

“I don’t know,” she whispered. She cleared her throat. “These few days of rest weren’t a good idea I think.”

“That’s–,” you paused, “not accurate.”

But before she could reply, you grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of the room, and let her sit on the chair. You grabbed clean cotton and some alcohol and started to clean her wound. You stood closely to her, between her legs with her hands holding onto your thighs to stay steady. 

“How did this happen anyway?” you asked.

“I was practising with my brothers.”

You frowned, and tried to step away but Clarisse was holding on tight to your thighs. 

“You got beat up by your brothers?” you repeated with a raised eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing this. You’re just better than them,” you said casually before patching up her wound. 

“Why do you know so much about my brothers’ skills?”

“I don’t! I know about yours. And from what I saw in the past, it’s always you leading the fight so I assumed that’s because you’re the best among them.”

“Mh,” she hummed, “well I guess you haven’t been doing your job very well if I’m not back to my old self yet,” she grinned. 

“Or,” you grinned back, “maybe it’s your skills. I think they need a little sharpening. Maybe I could spare some time and teach you if you need.”

She suppressed a smile. 

“Or, maybe you just want to spend time with me.”

You were close to each other, and Clarisse was still holding onto you. You crossed your arms, and stared at her. She was looking up at you, and you were looking down, which was a rare occurrence since she was much taller than you. 

“I’m doing a favour to you at best. But if you don’t want to,” you sighed, “it’s–.”

“I do,” she affirmed. 

That was the start of your friendship. Turns out Clarisse was really glad to hang out with someone that wasn’t her sibling. She was always the one seaking you out. At lunch, at dinner, during classes. All the time. Even when you were working, because somehow she always, always, ended up getting hurt. 

One of the first times she came in after your friendship hangouts was for a sprained ankle. She came in limping, and threw herself on her – not really – bed, groaning. 

“What happened?” you rushed to her side, worried. “You’re lucky I just came back in here!” 

Clarisse didn’t want to admit this, but that was exactly why she was here. She was on her way to her cabin when she spotted you walking around with your sisters and she was so focused on you that she tripped and fell. 

“I just fell,” she explained. 

“You just fell,” you repeated slowly. “Right. Well lucky you because this,” you patted her leg, “will heal in no time with this,” you brought her some ambrosia. 

“That’s it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled. 

“Oh.”

Then the next time she came, like the next few ones, were always injuries that required you to clean up the wound, and then patch her up. It went from tiny cuts to ‘I have a bruise here’ then showing you her perfectly unbruised skin to serious injuries that she got during Capture the Flag. 

“You know at this rate I feel like you’re doing this on purpose,” you joked when she came in for the umpteenth time. “What is it this time?”

She shrugged and sat on her designated bed, and laid down. You joined her and sat next to where her legs rested. She held up her hand and you took it before she dragged you to lay beside her. The beds in the infirmary weren’t big enough for two so you were half laying on Clarisse with her arm resting behind your head. 

“Did you paint that?” she asked.

The ceiling was painted by the Apollo cabin, all together you decided on a design and painted it over weeks worth of work.  

“Here,” you pointed at the top of the painting. “That was painted by me.”

“Two planets?” 

“The moon and Saturn,” you smiled.

“Linked by a thread?”

“Yea, the red string of fate. It’s from Chinese mythology. The old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages, would tie together two people with this red string of fate and they are destined to be together, to be lovers regardless of time, place or circumstances. And no matter what, that thread will never break. It can stretch or get tangled up, but it never breaks.”

“And what about the moon and Saturn then?” she frowned, confused. 

“Because,” you paused. “Your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn,” you started to sing, “Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.”

You turned your head to look at her only to see confusion on her face.

“Taylor Swift, seven,” you explained. “It’s great, we’ll have to listen to it someday.”

“Sure.”

“Really?” you looked at her excitedly.

“Yeah, you seem to like her so sure, I’ll listen with you,” she shrugged.

“Oh and that’s Will’s painting,” you showed her another corner. “That’s my dad and his lover, Hyacinthus. That’s where the name of the flower came from. Isn’t that kind of sweet how he named a flower after him.”

“I mean didn’t Apollo kill – by accident – Hyacinthus?” she grimaced. 

“Or Zephyrus was so jealous of my dad that he killed his lover, because he couldn’t get no man. My dad is an excellent archer. His aim never failed him. I don’t see how it’s possible for him to kill his lover. But gods being petty over these kinds of things, that I can believe.”

Clarisse hummed in agreement. 

“But enough about my father’s love life,” you shrugged, turning around to face Clarisse, “what about your dad? Still desperately trying to woo someone else’’s wife?”

“I don’t want to talk about my dad,” she yawned, then closed her eyes. 

“Okay.”

Just as you were about to continue talking, you noticed that Clarisse had fallen asleep. It was still early in the afternoon so it was still bright outside. You looked around and started to get up so you could pull the curtains but Clarisse grabbed your arm to pull you closer to her, locking you in her arms. 

“Don’t go,” she mumbled. 

“Okay,” you whispered and stayed still. 

The thing was, Clarisse was like a human radiator. Sleeping in her arms felt exactly like sleeping under tons of heavy blankets. This much warmth only resulted in falling asleep in Clarisse’s arms. When you woke, you were alone in bed.

“Slacking off during work hours,” Lee said standing next to you. 

“Fuck!” you jumped off bed. “Why were you staring at me sleeping!” you screamed.

“You weren’t there and it’s almost time for dinner. I’m being a nice brother!” he shouted back.

“Oh. Well, thanks!” you yelled, and gave him a smile. 

You both left  to join your siblings at the dining pavilion, and once you sat at your usual spot, you scanned the room in search of Clarisse. She was at her table like usual, and eating in silence, head hanging low. Your tactic of staring at her wasn’t working even though you knew she knew that you were staring at her. 

“What are you doing?” Lee kicked you with his elbow. “Did something happen with Clarisse?” he whispered. 

You shook your head. 

“I mean,” you leaned in whispering, “we did sleep together.”

Lee’s eyes widened, mouth wide open and he backed away in shock. 

“You– you slept together? In the infirmary?”

“Not slept together,” you rolled your eyes, “she fell asleep and did I.”

“Ah.”

“Anyways, she left without saying anything,” you explained. “And now, I feel like she’s avoiding me.”

“It’s only been a few hours.”

“She’s avoiding me, I’ve been staring at her for at least fifteen minutes and nothing. Not a glance from her.”

“Okay creep. But once again, just talk to her. It would solve all your problems here.”

“She’s the one who doesn’t talk. I talk. A lot!”

 “Trust me, I know. I just don’t think Ares kids are the best at talking, you know.”

“Fine.”

But as it turned out, Clarisse mastered the art of avoiding people – you – when she wanted to. Whenever you tried to talk to her, she would disappear. After a few days of trying, you gave up and told everything to Lee. 

“If she doesn’t want anything to do with me, then fine by me,” you frowned, holding back your tears. 

“I’m sure you’re overthinking this,” he tried to comfort you.

“Oh please,” you huffed. “You saw what happened this morning when I tried to talk to her. I’ll get over it,” you whispered. “I’ll get over her.”

Lee considered himself your best friend, and favourite brother. You never said these things, but he considered you his best friend and favourite sister. And as your best friend he had to do something, he had to talk to Clarisse and give her a piece of his mind. So that night, he was a man on a mission. He walked to the Ares cabin, and waited for Clarisse to either go or or go out. 

“Clarisse!” he called her name when she finally left her cabin.

“What do you want, Fletcher?” Clarisse sighed, clearly annoyed.

“Oh, so you do speak. And here I thought you lost that ability,” he snickered.

“I will punch you in the face.”

Lee rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“I’m not scared, unlike you.”

“What–.”

“You’re scared to talk to y/n for whatever reason, and I need you to pluck up the courage to talk to her because you’re making her miserable by avoiding her.”

“I–,” she froze. 

Was she making you miserable? 

“You’re just doing your thing and going to her when you need, when you want but have you ever thought about what she was thinking? No. You would if you’d just listened to her, but no,” he made a big gesture, “avoiding her like the plague.”

“Why are you telling me this?” she mumbled, looking away.

“I’m telling you that you made a mistake, and if you continue down this path you’re going to lose her for good. I’m not saying this for you, because I couldn’t care less about you, but y/n is my sister and I want her to be happy and for some reason you are making her happy,” he rolled his eyes, “so do whatever you want with this information.”

Clarisse stood there, not saying anything, watching Lee walking away. But then he stopped and turned around to walk toward her again. 

“Before I forget,” Lee added before throwing his strongest punch in her face. “For making my sister cry.”

And he ran away, before Clarisse could punch him back. But Clarisse was too busy thinking about you to think about Lee and what he just did. If it weren’t for that afternoon in the infirmary, she probably would’ve ran to you so you could take care of her, but now, she couldn’t. So she went to sleep, wishing that tomorrow it’ll be better.

You were one of the first campers to arrive for breakfast. You ate slowly, and by the time the dining pavilion was filled with campers, you were done. But you stayed and listened to your siblings talk. Just as you were about to leave, Clarisse came in and you dropped your fork in shock. She had a black eye and her cheek was bruised, with her nose in a weird shape. She looked at you, as you stood urgently. But then you froze – should you go to her? You sat back down, still staring at Clarisse. 

“What happened to her?” Will whispered to you.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back. 

“You don’t? I thought you were friends.”

“Yea, me too,” you sighed. 

Clarisse was walking to her table, dragging her feet along and when she walked past the Apollo table, you stood and grabbed hand, forcing her to face you. When you noticed several heads staring at you, you dragged Clarisse away and brought her to the archery field. 

“What happened to your face?” you held her face in your hands.

“Nothing,” she leaned into your touch. 

“Clarisse,” you whispered. “Just talk to me please.”

“Lee came to have a little chat with me yesterday.”

“He did this?” you gasped. 

“Yeah.”

You held your hand to your mouth, in shock and to hide a tiny part of you that wanted to laugh.

“And?” you asked.

“He said I was making you miserable.”

“That’s not true!” you insisted.

“I ignored you. And I shouldn't have. I don’t–” she hesitated, “want to lose you,” she mumbled.

“Then just talk to me, we’re friends too.”

“I– I don’t know,” she stepped back and took a deep breath. “I was confused! I– I don’t know I like it when you take care of me,” she admitted in a low voice. “I’m being weird and–.”

“You’re not,” you held her arms. “It’s not weird to love physical touch. I mean, I just assumed that it was your love language you know.”

“What?” she asked, confused. 

“I think what you like is when I hold you or when I touch you because you love physical touch,” you began, “and you were doing everything to visit me, pretending to be a bad fighter and getting hurt on purpose.”

“No that’s no–,” she shook her head.

“It’s fine! My love language is quality time, and there’s nothing wrong—.”

“No it’s different–.”

“It’s not! It’s fi—.”

“It’s because I like you,” she blurted out. 

Oh. You couldn’t help but smile at her confession. 

“It’s not funny!” she huffed, crossing her arms. 

“I’m not laughing! I’m… happy about this outcome,” you rested your head against her arms and looked up. “Because I like you too Clarisse.”

“Really?” she stared at you.

You nodded. 

“I’m sorry about ignoring you,” she added.

“Mmh,” you smiled, “I accept your apology. But you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“Anything you want.”

“A kiss?” 

Clarisse uncrossed her arms and held your face instead and leaned in to kiss you eagerly. And you happily gave in, wrapping your arms around her waist. 

“Mmh, keep doing that and I’ll forgive you, no doubt.”

[isackwhy]

still high but cooking. I SHARE COOK

isaacwhy x chubby! reader hc’s sfw

(small mentions of ED)

sfw

AS SOMEONE W EXPERIENCE

gym rats love us

as much as we want to deny it bc of insecurities they love us

so pls don’t be worried about that w him. i get it but he’ll reassure u each time that it doesn’t matter to him

plus i’m pretty sure yumi was talking about the new gamersupps girl who was chubby like the new design or whatever and that isaac liked it. which he didn’t deny

i need to re-find that podcast if anyone knows LMK

if ur a content creator and get the occasional hate on ur body and it gets to it isaac is immediately distracting you

telling u it’s bullshit

“some days they get me. other days they don’t.”

“yeah? fuck them. you’re hot.”

the first few times he asks if u want to go to the gym u say no out of fear and bc in ur head he was saying u needed to go

he assured u that’s not what he meant and that he just wanted to spend time w u anywhere :)

if u guys were bffs beforehand he knows every little warning sign that ur getting insecure about ur body

even if u aren’t he learns quickly

he notices how ur suddenly counting calories or eating less or staying in pjs and not wanting to be intimate

u feel bad. feeling like it might just be repetitive at this point for him

“you always help me when i feel like shit, right? everytime i stress about a video or feel like it’ll be shit you help me. and that’s kinda often. why wouldn’t i help you?” is what he says everytime u feel bad

obsessed w ur thighs

always grabbing onto them, laying them across his legs

love handles? he puts them to use 👍🏻 ykyk

if ur like me u don’t like whoever ur dating to touch ur tummy while ur cuddling. like it’ll remind them it’s there

this man will kiss ur stomach the first time it happens and honest to god u kinda hate it but he’s whispering such sweet things u can’t stop him

“you’re so pretty. so so pretty.”

“alright alright stop please.”

“not till you believe me.”

u hate when u smile bc of ur double chin that always makes an appearance but isaac has a whole folder labeled “y/n’s smile” so pls take a breath

“i’d look better in that if i was someone else,” u point to the somewhat fitting dress on ur screen

“if u don’t buy that right now i might have a stroke, babe.”

u buy it. well. he buys it. it comes in the mail and u we’re not leaving the house that day

ur known to his community and when rumors start to swirl that u guys might be dated, there was also hate that came w it

“isaac would never date someone like that.” a comment reads

that’s a fear of urs ofc but….he’s currently laying next to u and not some other random person so

soft launching until u just give in and hard launch

u guys were already all over each others stories and social medias but after u guys start dating and want to slowly reveal it u guys post a picture of each other every month on the date of ur anniversary w out any context

it’s fun lowkey

will always back u up

the boys and him make sure they don’t fat jokes around u

u told them it’s fine bc it’s a thing between them but isaac could see how uncomfy u got w then sometimes

when he can tell ur mental state is affecting how u see how u look he won’t talk about the gym around u and makes sure the boys don’t either

just the little things

he tried to give u hoodies but u refuse bc ur scared they won’t fit u

he has oversized hoodies and looks at u like ur crazy

“this will fit you babe,” he shakes the black hoodie in front of u as u shiver from the breeze in his backyard

“no. no. i’m fine.”

“lifts ur arms up—“

“wha—“

“lift!”

u comply. the hoodie fits.

“told u.”

nsfw >:)

u didn’t wanna show him ur body the first time around

u left ur oversized hoodie on, isaacs hands snaked under it to hold ur boobs

body worship bruh

kisses every part of u, leaving marks and little bites along ur thighs

u also made him leave the lights off until recently

“i wanna see you properly baby,” he says between the kisses of a heavy makeout

you pout, “isy—“

“you’re gorgeous. you’re amazing and i want to see all of it,” he says, attacking your neck in kisses

how could u not give in honestly

at this point the hoodie is gone everything and u try and use ur arms to cover urself but he won’t let you nope nope nope

fucks u in front of a mirror everytime u feel like shit

“look how pretty, hm? u can’t see what i see? i’ll make sure you do. don’t worry, hun.”

he said that while holding eye contact w u and u nearly lost it there

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi Fen!!! Popping in to ask what you think the moon boys’ hobbies would be (if they weren’t so busy moon knighting). (For Steven, I feel like studying ancient Egypt is more like a passion, so like what else do you think he’d be into?)

K. Love you! Byeeeee.

IDJIDHVDHFH Oh my gosh, I love this ask so much! Thank you so, so, SO much for sending it! ❤️(ILY!) Did I think about this at work for a good 1 and 30 mins instead of working on a spreadsheet? No, of course not, I would never do that… 👀

I have narrowed it down to one each to save everyone from seeing my absolute madness.

Moon Knight Boys Headcanons & Hobbies

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Swearing

Steven: Cooking

Okay, here me out. So, I’ve seen opposite ends of opinion on this one (both are valid) but I’m going with Steven is a very good cook, and he likes cooking. 

He’s been vegan for a while and it’s only in the last couple of years that food places have really been trying with vegan and vegetarian options that aren’t salad… bread… (chips if you’re lucky) So, I think he enjoys making lots of different recipes. 

It started out with him just making vegan ones and then, over time, became him changing other recipes to make them vegan and coming up with his own. 

Absolute master at vegan cakes, no one can ever tell the difference, and, in fact, a lot of people compliment him on ‘the best cake they’ve ever had’, ‘so light and fluffy? How do you do it?’ “Well, that’s the secret, innit?” (whisk the aquafaba like your life depends on it and sweet potato) 

Steven is absolutely horrified by the food Marc makes himself. (Plain chicken, rice, spinach) 

“Where are the flavours Marc? At least some herbs? Spices for fuck’s sake? I can’t believe you’re eating plain steamed chicken?” (He doesn’t even care that it’s meat, it's just the lack of flavour.)

“It’s boiled chicken actually.”

Steven loses his goddamn mind. 

“I don’t care what bloody macronutrient you are monitoring, you are not eating that.”

It’s not that Marc can’t cook, he just doesn’t see the reason to put the effort in when it’s just for himself (doesn’t feel like he deserves it.)

Steven grumbles to himself and refuses to let Marc cook his own dinner if he can help it. “If you’re going to eat meat, at least treat it with respect, yeah? Bring out the flavour?” He usually preps something for Marc, so he can cook it quickly when he’s hungry. 

Makes so many cakes and pastries for Jake. Leaves them in boxes with ‘Jake :)’ written on a post stick note on the top. Jake is always so touched and surprised when he does. They have taken to playing a little game where sometimes the food is vegan and sometimes it’s not and Jake has to guess. He’s more accurate than most people, but it still only averages around 70% right. (69% if we’re being exact, and Marc is sure Jake’s messing with the correct statistics on purpose.)

Marc: Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football

Literally takes it so seriously. Has spreadsheets filled with information and pours over every single statistic like it holds the answers to the universe. It only got more intense when he found a forum for people with the same interest and he literally will spend hours talking online about it.

“It’s not about getting the best players, it’s about making the best team.”

Jake has joked that he puts Steven and his love for history to shame and if those spreadsheets weren’t saved on the computer Marc would have boxes and boxes and folders upon folders of printed out info and then there would be zero space in the flat. 

When Marc annoys Steven, Steven tells him to “go play with your pretend american cricket and american rugby” to piss him off. 

(Marc retaliates by incorrectly pronouncing UK places. 

“Steven, maybe we should take a trip to Ed-in-b-row” 

“It’s Ed-in-bruh.” 

“How about Sus-SEX or Es-SEX?” 

“It’s Sus-SIX and Es-SIX.” 

“I do love Green-WITCH at this time of year.” 

“IT’S GREN-ITCH! Jake, you're from New York, how is Greenwich pronounced?” 

“I’m not getting involved.” 

“Ha! That’s because he agrees with me!”

When things get really heated, Marc threatens to make a cup of tea in the microwave. Steven says he doesn’t care because he makes coffee in the microwave all the time and it’s fine. Jake puts an end to it by saying hot chocolate tastes best with water and then laughing when both Marc and Steven gang up on him. 

“I cannot believe you think that mate.”

“You know how many different types of milk there are?”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“Cow, goat, soya, almond, coconut, literally any of them instead.”)

Jake: Knitting

Wanted something to keep his hands busy, that he could pick up and put down, and that he could take in his cab when he was stationary and waiting for fares. 

Took to it a lot quicker than he thought it would, and can just zone out and knit. It helps keep him grounded. 

He feels like he has spent a lot of his time destroying and there is something so satisfying about being able to create. 

Once he mastered the stitch he quickly moved onto making clothes. Before Marc and Steven knew about him he used to knit jumpers for Steven and hide them in the wardrobe. 

Jake makes Marc a cartoony style baseball jumper that he also loves, and a thick cardigan for Steven that is covered in hieroglyphics (he spends months researching the language to get it to make some sense, and works in a dig at Khonshu in there and has Steven crying with laughter.) 

When they know about him Steven excitedly requests the “most garish and over the top Hanukkah jumper anyone has ever seen!” Jake does his best, presenting it to Steven (and trying to hide how nervous he feels) Steven loves it and refuses to take it off all winter. 

Most people think Jake has a stern glare when he wants, but you can never be sure if he’s planning your destruction or trying to work out how many balls of wool it would take to make someone your size a jumper.

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[wabatle]

Okay, PKEASE do not take this as NSFW but this has just been swimming in my mind

I dont remember if you do aged up and married to reader but like imagine akito was like cooking or whatever and somehow managed to cut bothe of his thumbs, so like now he cant zip his pants up bc of the bandages and yk it hurts when you put pressure on it... So he asks his wife reader to zip it up(very shyly and tsundereish ofc) but then readdr is also a tsundere and shes like NO WAY I AINT DOIN THAT ITS TO CLOSE TO THERE and he gets like pissed like BRUH WE R LITERALLY MARRIED AND I CANT GO TO WORK WITH UNZIPPED PANTS but ofc reader eventually gives in anyway

Um yh thats my req

(wa)batle nonsense (author's note):

so i have no idea what to name this so... read the req for a summary!!

warnings: mostly none, unzipped pants, nothing shown/described, so not nsfw, aged up! characters, married

yup that's right i used an actual card not something i made on picsart (im lazy)

Akito had cut himself badly the night before, and he couldn’t even zip up his sweatshirt. …Or his pants. So he had to ask you for help.

“Hey, (name)?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You replied.

He was really embarrassed, so he whispered it in your ear.

“...No.” You replied quickly.

“What? Why not?”

“Because it’s too close to you-know-where!”

“(Name).” Akito said, in disbelief. “You know we are literally married, right?”

“Yes, and? Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I have to do stuff like that!”

“Sure, but can’t you at least do me this favor just this once?!”

You sigh, and continue thinking for a little longer.

“Fine, but don’t go thinking I’ll do this again.” Akito sighed in relief. “Thank you. Now I’ve gotta go if I don’t want to be late.”

“Okay. Have a good day at work, honey.” You said softly, kissing his cheek before he left.

[dantedeservedbetter]

I don’t think anyone understands just how much I want origin stories of everyone else in Mystreet like they all have really interesting backgrounds that are just tossed to the side of the main plot points (lol abt to be a really long threat again sorry)

Aaron- Didn’t actually get character lore OR a personality until S3 but like I want MORE because tbh I feel like his parents gave him a lot more trauma than what’s shown in the series, and even the stuff IN the actual seasons (the emotional neglect, his military schooling, the tense relationship w/Melissa etc;) are fixed and shoved off like no he might ACTUALLY need therapy bruh PLEASE

Katelyn- I think she was (?) in therapy in the beginning for her anger issues and the loss of her mother but like it was kind of forgotten about tbh. I think she needs more positive moments in the series honestly bc in the later seasons we’re shown she’s partially abusive towards Travis the first time they went out, and ends up being written off as prejudice towards werewolves bc of past experiences??? Naw the Katelyn I know would never do that. AND HER DREAMS OF WORKING IN THEATRE TOO HELLO??? Also, her mom quite literally used her in the Forever Potion experiments as a child?? I feel like that’s important to her character too :/

The Ro’meave Brothers- I don’t actually know where to start tbh because I feel like ALL THREE of them could use some kind of character depth aside from Dumb Blonde, Emo One, and the Forgotten One. Especially Vylad, probably having to witness this entire Lycan situation grow from an outsiders perspective with no contact from his family in forever. It’s shown that Zane is immensely interested in the family business too like hello??? Garroth himself is kind of just written off as a comedic effect most of the time, but he quite literally has no other goals (possibly because he KNOWS he’s going to inherit the business one day whether he cares to or not).

Laurance- He’s not really a character anymore, but from what we’ve actually SEEN in Mystreet he had enough development to become something outside of a potential love interest for Aphmau. He has a fondness for cooking and was seen to be EXCEPTIONAL at it, and I think he still carried an interest in baseball (or idk it was SOME sport asdfghjk the point is he was good). And he was also shown to still help out his family here and there (babysitting Caleb, his baby brother, in numerous episodes). Idk, I feel like there were so many pieces of Laurance that could’ve been explored and touched upon and we hardly got anything. Also… Garrance. Quite literally hate to be that person but it was literally the biggest piece of queerbaiting I’ve ever seen fr I wish it was explored as much as Aarmau was :( (willing to bet the popularity had something to do with what I call the ‘Heartstopper’ treatment but that’s just me tho)

Nana (KC)- The most under appreciated character in-universe I actually had to go and make a separate post about this LOLOL expect it in like five minutes from now bc I just save everything in my drafts.

Travis- Lol no surprise here but him too dude honestly I have no idea where to start with him atm, his entire family’s lore needs a full in depth analysis on themselves because Aphmau’s series just BARELY touches the surface of Travis’s character

Dante/Gene- Honestly BOTH of them were done so dirty I find it funny how no one ever talks abt it because they’re so beautiful to me. Gene already had his redemption arc so I can kind of see why they just tossed him aside but Dante literally had nothing tbh. He had a messy relationship with KC in PDH and then made that same mistake in LLP. Okay, cool, give us more of that. Let him learn from his mistakes and be self aware now. Or better yet let him grow without tossing love interests into the formula in order for it to happen!! Seems like his family life is pretty good though, worst thing abt him was the peanut allergy.

Lucinda- Queen actually has very little to no background that actually centers around her. We know she had a really bad relationship with Ivan but like I’m pretty sure that’s it.

[moralesirl]

”DELUSIONS?!”

SOAP + KYO + GHOST !

“soap stop bullying me!” + “no can do, dollface.” + “leave him alone, johnny.”

2 golden retrievers + a black cat, 2 soldiers + one medic, “ur gay si” + “ur gayer ky” + “boys, i’m the gayest”, pup + two owners, “LETS WATCH BARBIE!” + “FUCK YEAH LETS DO IT!” + “that’s a girl movie”, loves touch + touch starved + hates touch, movie dates, “bruh we’re all gay for each other?”, mfs who get injured on purpose just to see their medic boyfriend.

KYO + HOBIE !

“i’ll kill you” + “no you won’t” / “kiss?” + “not with that dirty mouth.”

civilian + hero, met at the pub, “he’s cute..” + “why is that weirdo staring at me”, first date anxiety, dinner at a restaurant, “..so you a criminal or something?” + “no but i punch facists” + “kiss me now”, bf who loves going outside + bf who hates the outside, “what are you supposed to be for halloween?” + “a corrupt politician”, bf who gets used as a hostage + bf who is tired of everyone stealing his bf, “miguel kinda fine..” + “you mean that ugly ass mf who tried to kill my homeboy miles?”, tea hater + tea drinker, “can i play your guit-“ + “no.”

MARC + KYO !

“khonshu can kiss my ass” + “ohh! me next!”

grumpy merc bf + preppy barista boyfriend, “that is a fine ass barista” + “is he checking me out?”, black coffee bf + pink drink bf, first date at the park, “so.. cmere often?” + “no ‘m usually in my room rotting away”, bf who hates touch + bf who needs touch at every second, steven gets all nervous around him, marc n steven fight a lot over this, “he’s mine!” + “you’re just an altar!” + “i love you both-“, bf who can’t sleep due to trauma + bf who can’t sleep due to insomnia, bf who can’t cook + bf who loves baking, “what do bees make marc?!” + “honey?” + “yes dear?” + “you’re stupid.”

GAZ + KYO !

“i love you.” + “i love me too.”

both golden retrievers, sergeant + rookie, slight age gap, “you’re cute.” + “i’d be cuter with more money”, bf who kisses his bf to taste his lipgloss + bf who complains over his ruined makeup, bf who loves salty stuff + bf who loves sugar stuff, first date at the movie theatre, horror movie bf + romance movie bf, bf who loves gore scenes + bf who screams at gore scenes, “that’s totally false! i’ve shot a man before n’ that’s not how the wound should look!” + “KYLE WHAT THE FUCK??”, bf who comforts his scaredy cat bf + scaredy cat bf, “live laugh love captain price” + “captain price reminds me of my daddy issues”, “i love men” + “ew wtf stay away”, bf who is a victim of the sassy men apocalypse + sassy boyfriend, “babe i said ‘m sorry for eating the last slice of cake!” + “don’t talk to me, i don’t know you, ‘m finding a new boyfriend.”

‘ll write more later ‘m just gonna post this and add more when i get more ideas. also shoutout to @angelsinmystomach for letting me use their idea :333

[alvallah]

What was the worst date you ever went on?

Girl [gender neutral]. Fourth of July. This year of our Lord, 2023.

Boy is kinda hard to nail down with his schedule, which is fine. Shit happens. He’s open on the 4th though, and the 4th is supposed to be beautiful anyways so I’m like okay cool, but I have a paddle scheduled with my friends during the day, is dinner in the evening cool? And he says yeah. I tell him it’s a federal holiday though so you might wanna call a couple places while I’m out just to see what everyone’s hours are, and I agreed to pick him up and drive since he’s fresh from LA and doesn’t have a car (also fine, idc).

Boy doesn’t answer me like all day. Evening comes. I ask him what’s up. He says “why don’t we just meet at my place and I can cook us something”. I’m not an idiot. Dude just wants a fuck and I don’t do that on the first date anymore because I’m grown and I’m tired and I don’t wanna give pussy to just anybody, even if it’s casual. I gotta know I at least like you. I tell him this, and I tell him I prefer to meet in a public place at a restaurant before I agree to more intimate dates. He says okay. But he hasn’t called any places. It’s 8:00 PM. On a federal holiday.

On my way to get him (which is like a 30 minute drive, annoying but also normal where I live), he texts me “we can choose a place when you get here” 🙄. I get there. We sit in my car for like 15 mins while he goes through a list of like 6 different places. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since noon. I’m hangry. He suggests we walk around the downtown and drop in someplace. We do that. We are refused at two places that are closing. We’re still walking around an EMPTY downtown on a HOLIDAY while I’m STARVING and other couples are probably hanging out watching fireworks and shit. He’s trying to butter me up by telling me how pretty I look and shit but I’m avoiding eye contact and giving one word answers.

I tell him I’m starving. I will eat anything at this point. The only place open is some gas station pizza place. It’s 10 PM now. Dude spends a lot of the time bantering with the pizza people while I’m silently waiting to get food in my mouth. He pays for everything (as he fucking should at this point) and we sit down. He gets up because he forgot napkins. Chats up the girl outside for a couple mins ??? He comes back. We’re talking. He answers a phone call in the middle of a conversation to talk with his boy, he mentions he has a date but he’s like ignoring me anyways and keeps talking on the phone ??? He finally hangs up and doesn’t even apologize. And as we’re talking I learn that he’s petty and always feels the need to resort to “eye-for-an-eye” when it comes to conflict. And he slaps his animals.

I drive him back to his house and fucker tries to kiss me and I SWERVE the kiss so hard lmao he texts me the next day asking for another date and I say no and he acts surprised. Bruh. I didn’t get home until like 1 AM after everything and literally nothing went right and you couldn’t plan for shit and you’re a garbage and unprofessional human being. Fuck out of here.

[pokenimagines]

SFW | Miriam | Fic | Reader somehow finds a person to cover for Miriam's job and also offers to take Miriam out on one of their outings? I just met her, but I am already in love.

Bruh, she’s got a chokehold on me. I sweat, she’s so fine. I love her. I simped the moment I found her in my life. Even my older sister is smitten with this nurse. She claims that “They knew what they were doing by making everyone hot in this region.” And truer words have never been spoken.

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SFW Miriam: Adventures Await Us

“Ah! There’s a cliff there!” Miriam said in shock. Thankfully you had a legendary ride pokemon who jumped and began soaring through the sky. You sadly couldn’t see the pink haired nurse’s face, but you knew it would be wide eyed.

“Welcome to the wilds, Miriam!” You shouted, as you soared through the sky. You guys managed to land in a large clearing and you helped Miriam off, before putting your partner back in their pokeball. “If we’re not soaring, then we’re probably climbing…and if we’re not doing that, then we’re swimming.”

“You do this all the time?” Miriam said as she stood on wobbly legs. She looked around the wild area, watching a few igglybuffs waddled around near the grass.

“Every day I can. Seriously, I can’t believe you’re always locked up in that nurse’s room.” You said with a sigh. Miriam looked so alive out here, “Didn’t you ever go on an adventure in your school years?”

“I wasn’t able to. I went to study at a pokemon center for my scavenger hunt.” Miriam admitted, “I wish I had gone out and explored some more.”

“Well, we just gotta make up for lost time. There’s a cave around here that’s crawling with the most adorable noibats.” You said, pointing off into the distance. “We can set up a picnic and then head inside after eating lunch.”

“That sounds lovely…and thanks for finding someone to cover for me.” Miriam said, as she grabbed your hand and dragged you into a hug and squealed, “You’re the best!”

You laughed and patted her back; you felt a bit sad when she parted from you, but you quickly shook off the feeling.

“Who did you find to cover for me, by the way?” She asked, since you never did tell her. You felt your entire body clam up as you cleared your throat.

“Trust me…they’re professionals.” You assured her.

“That doesn’t sound too convincing.” Miriam said but decided to drop it in favor of enjoying the rest of this little adventure. She only had till the end of the day before she went back to her job.

Meanwhile at the School:

“You’re…a Chansey…” Arven said as he looked at the pokemon. He managed to burn himself during a failed cooking experiment. The Chansey looked at him and cooed, walking over to him and handing him an egg. Arven awkwardly took it before something clicked in his head.

“NURSE MIRIAM TURNED INTO A CHANSEY!”

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[thissithhappens]

how the fuck am i supposed to NOT tell you that i love you when you make a point out of remembering my weirdly specific preference on car radio volume that i only told you about once, weeks ago?? don’t get me wrong, you haven’t really had to tell me your favorite things more than once. plus i write them down either way. but FUCK. to be that known, that INTENTIONALLY known and committed to memory???? over something so small???? BRUH. bro. homie. my guy. i told my last ex some of the most traumatic shit that happened in my adult life and he either completely forgot about it or made it worse. you…. you….. GOD you’re such a child about some things but the way you take me in…. the way you smile… the smallest things entertaining you…. you are a simple man but you’re no dummy. you do pull on my heartstrings in ways most people haven’t. i can get mad at whatever communication issue we have, but how can i not come home to someone that says “I figured you’d want a home-cooked meal since you live alone.” is it bullshit, manipulation? i’m pretty sure i’ve learned my lesson on intuition at this point, plus some of the communication we actually have had. it’s funny because I know I’m different from the other girls you’ve been with. And you championed yourself to me as different from the other dudes. Well, at least in terms of the ones that i fuck with, you’re not wrong. Not in the slightest, and that’s one of the reasons I do fuck with you so much. You satisfy a certain need that nobody before you has fully been able to access. My horoscope said that I’m “not difficult, I just need someone to reach out to the hidden part of me and take its hand.” You said you didn’t like pictures because your mom always forced you to take them. I told you I understood, and told you the story of the forced tears. I don’t tell that story often, but I was almost desperate to tell you. It’s not that I need any more details…. and maybe my situation didn’t totally compare to yours…. but I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone. WE are not alone, if we have each other. I’ll take on the whole world with you— when we’re comfortably silent, I have room to sort through some things in my head. You do give me a sense of stability and reassurance that just changes everything. I ask you to do something differently, more or less, and you do it. Especially when you know I’ve logically backed you into a corner; you’re good at it too, but I’m just a touch ahead on that one. You’ll never know my mother— you had to be capable of assuring yourself that your perceived reality was the real one. It’s funny how gaslighters usually don’t have a realistic perception of their life and what’s around them. i know ive made a big fuss about men before you that do or say things nobody else has, but I’d like to at least think some of them with you are more than just the bare minimum. Sometimes when I think of us I just imagine us doing a circular dance around a mirror, taking turns fading in and out of the glass. I so badly want to tell you everything, all the time, then when you ask i fucking choke. I just don’t want you to get tired of me. I don’t want to fall back into codependency. I want to open up while still maintaining appropriate and proportional boundaries. You’ve mentioned a couple of things about forever even in the midst of my anxious reactions. That’s what fucks me up— outside of close close close family and friends, who does that for me??? We could be a family. I want to return all the grace you give me, I want to tell you about it. I saw the way you blushed even when I mentioned that we’d been together for a month now. Even though it causes conflict, I do kind of appreciate how most of our arguments are just about when and how we spend time together. Shit, we’ve been arguing since the first month of knowing each other. It was kinda weird to go to an ER vet trip with someone you didn’t know that well yet. We argued about proper care and steps forward; later on, I was told by an outside source that you chose the safest route solely because of my opinion.

[austencollins]

prev reblog reminded me of this but i heartily did not enjoy the menu. very prettily shot and well-acted, but it drags and isn’t thrilling or suspenseful or smart enough. spoilers below the cut:

normally i enjoy it when i can guess a twist ahead of time because it makes me feel smart -- and the fact that i guessed this twist based on nothing more than 1-3 minutes of screentime makes me impressed with Anya Taylor-Joy & Nicholas Hoult’s acting -- but OOF was it ever obvious that the female lead was gonna turn out to be a sex worker. like it felt so obvious it made me wonder if i’d been spoiled in advance and just forgotten about that. but really, just the fact that she’s dismissive, indifferent & ignorant about the whole foodie thing while nicholas hoult’s character is so into food that he’s taking them on this big special restaurant trip is a big tip-off that they’re not really dating or even familiar with one another.

it also made their conversations & interactions so boring. the characters can’t say anything interesting about themselves because it will spoil the reveal that he hired an escort -- but they also can’t say anything interesting about anything to one another, because the script is too busy going “see??? he’s ridiculous & she’s just tolerating this. foreshadowing!!” the reveal that he’d brought her there knowing she would die would have hit so much harder if she’d been some rando min-wage worker that hoult’s character met while he was trying out different foodie spots, who impulsively agreed to go on the restaurant tour with him because hey, cool food & he’s probably not that dangerous, what’s the worst that could happen?

but if they’d wanted to keep the sex worker angle, i think it would have worked better if they’d cast older actors in those roles. like 40+ maybe -- really lean into the heroine feeling world-weary and jaded like the head chef guy, so their interactions would also have been richer & less paint-by-numbers we’re-the-same villain monologue. also, despite ralph fiennes being a good actor & very convincing as an asshole superstar chef who can bully people into suicide & is murder-happy... I didn’t buy that he was charismatic enough to convince a whole restaurant of people to kill themselves!!! like damn they should have had him die after that one lady did her Me Too bit, and used that to demonstrate that the murder cult vibes persist even if the “genius” at the center of it all doesn’t. letting the restaurant staff give the heroine their sales pitch woulda been more interesting.

also they needed to kill more people before the finale -- and just generally be a lot weirder and grosser. the food stuff was not interesting or weird enough or delicious looking enough. they coulda found better concepts by rifling through scrapped ideas for Hannibal episodes. the smores bit at the end almost got there, but... well... it was like if the ending to Midsommar had whiffed. plus all these characters acting like they meant to go to Olive Garden and accidentally wound up trapped on Weird Conceptual Restaurant Island, and I’m just like “killjoys! eating one single course of one single meal off of salty ocean rocks seems like it would be fun." plus that’s only one flavor of pretentious foodie culture, so the head chef’s whole whine about how he just wants to cook burgers for people who appreciate a good burger is like... bruh this is a very achievable goal. you are already half way to cooking unfussy-yet-tasty food for the mases with your tacos. stop living on a private island and go operate a food truck downtown.

but maybe i’m just bitter about the flop food concepts because i thought whatever they were gonna do with the dead swan would have been more visually interesting and off-putting than just slapping wings on a man in the distance and drowning him. like yes that’s a very bad death and i don’t need to care about someone in order to be appalled by their murder... but in a horror movie, where your audience comes in prepared for character death? put more effort into making me shocked and appalled when people die. none of the rich & doomed characters were despicable or interesting enough for me to care about them. eventually i started feeling bad for the actor’s assistant (and because of her, the actor) and the rich lady with the dead daughter, just to care about something; but by the time i felt anything about those characters, the movie was 2/3rds of the way through & still framed their deaths as a triumph over ignorant, greedy corrupt philistines. i don’t mind this kind of ending in general, but it felt sour & unearned here.

plus the journey there took too long!! like yeah imo there was a lot of wasted potential, but the biggest problem is just that it dragged on and on and on.

[diaryofseraph]

icks because i need it UGH

- has a tic of scratching/rubbing his nose super hard

- pimples on chest and wherever there’s hair 

- dry cracked lips

- doesn’t really show affection....punched my arm instead of giving me a hug when i said i was sad abt my score

- avoidant when i show affection or ask questions about what we are :”) keeps going back to the classic line of “we’re having a good time now and i’m happy where we are”

- weird looking nips/chest

- really fucking long torso, proportions are weird

- keeps randomly pretend-punching my abdomen lol, like are you 12

- really childish...lol....hasn’t changed since like 11 years ago since he was 15 bruh 

- only does nice things because he’s being a polite guest and reciprocates favors (e.g. replaces alcohol he drinks, gets food for me because i cook for him every weekend lol)

- lied about not having his own place???? only came clean when i suggested stopping by his place ??????

- cheapskate lol

- rly big nose and small eyes

LIKE THIS

- makes fun of me of stuff like saying i’m like a toad for putting on skincare,,,,or i look like an art hoe for wearing a crop top,,,,or i look like a prep school girl,,,no compliments here

- keeps bringing up his exes, like PLEASE LOL i don’t want to know abt how ur ex serenaded you while naked singing kina grannis, don’t ruin that song for me while we’re doing a music listen party, and don’t randomly name drop her either

- got me ice cream bars after 1 month but didn’t want to get chocolates because “that was too much” (i don’t care much about the content of the gift but he worded it so weirdly)

- gets my hopes up.....

- asking if i wanted to come to the sushi thing with his mom and then changing his mind because he only asked because he felt bad :”)

- keeps joking about how i’m not the only girl he’s seeing, i have to be fit into his schedule/penciled in, he’s a free man and can’t be chained down, like I GET IT OK LOL

- takes up all my weekend time, and i have to host every damn time 

- i lose sleep every time he’s here, like a lot of sleep

- having MULTIPLE MORNING ALARMS 

- honestly he’s kind of annoying and has no filter

- making my grades decline...........i’m not getting study time in....

- keeps complaining about how he’s losing sleep and i’m sucking fluids/time from him,,,like don’t come if you don’t want to bro lol

- keeps complaining about how expensive eating out is :”) i cook so much for you my guy, and we go 50/50, i’m literally paying you to be my bf at this point

- DOESN’T CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN HE USES THE RESTROOM, LIKE BRUH DON’T BE LIKE MY DAD

- DOESN’T BRUSH HIS TEETH BEFORE BED, gross

- pores are as large as his freckles jfdfdf

- had a hernia LOL, i don’t claim those genetics

- says “whatever” when i ask a yes or no question

- (potential) when i asked him “would you like to go out with me” and he pretended to still be asleep

- lied about not remembering the drawings, i think he just didn’t want to say anything about it lol because it would make things awkward for him to address it

- i keep having to set up plans the day of doing something, he never texts first........

- his snoring is SO LOUD, i have to physically distance myself because it’s so loud

- keeps trying to make franken food and i simply do not care or want to eat it

- i think he knows i like him a lot and he’s still leading me on -_-

- eats a lot of fast food that’s not even that good??

- i can see why his prev relationships ended,,,bruh,,,he’s a handful

- cares weirdly about shaving

- crooked teeth

- always hopping around on one foot to another, it’s annoying LOL

- i feel like i don’t have that much space to share about myself or my day, not really sure if he remembers much about me at this point, like me liking flowers, candles, drawing/art...all he knows is that i have cats -> i like cats

- really fucking weird and juvenile humor

[frostbittenbucky]

Tim making a cooking tutorial on a livestream on fried pork chops

Tim: “ok so now we add to the flower. Remember no measuring, we go by our hearts”

Tim scans the ingredients, garlic powder, onion power, Cayenne, paprika, Salt, Pepper, and crushed red pepper

Livestream comments:

“Boy that’s it???”

“You about to have no flavor”

“Bruh 🥴”

“Say siiiiikkkkeee rn”

“Stoooopppp”

“Tell us you’re white without saying your white”

Tim: “come on guys, trust the process. Now let’s add our ingredients” [pours stingy amounts into the flower]

Tim: [holding the crushed red peoper] “now we do need to be carful with this, we don’t want to over do”

Tim starts shaking the red pepper in, a large amount pours out

Tim: [looking into the camera] “fuck. Now we start fishing it out” [takes out half the seasoning he put in] “ok, now we’re ready to fry”

Tim cook’s all the pork chops in a fryer, over cooking all of them. Half the flower didn’t even stick

Tim: “ok they’ve cooled off, time for the taste test” [eats a small piece and starts fanning his mouth] “oh god, it’s too spicy” [nose dripping]

Tim: [stained voice] “next step is take it to your father because he’s too nice to say anything bad about your cooking”

Tim walking with the plate of pork chops with the livestream still going. He knocks on Bruce’s office door

Bruce: “come in” [Bruce actually doing work for WE, doesn’t look up]

Tim: “Bruce I made you something, can you take a taste and tell the livestream how I did?”

Bruce: [looks up before finishing what he was writing] “alright, let’s see what you have”

Tim sets the plate in front of Bruce, Bruce raises an eyebrow as he moves paperwork aside

Bruce: “no fork or knife?” [stars questionably at the plain looking pork chops]

Tim: “no, this isn’t fine dining”

Bruce: [staring at the plate] “did you bake these?”

Tim: “no… I fried them”

Bruce: [eyebrows scrunching] “hm… I see” [picks up a pork chop and takes a bite. He had to fight a little because it’s so rubbery]

Tim: “well?”

Bruce: [looks dead inside] “it’s great, bud” [forces himself to swallow]

Tim: [to the stream] “see guys, you gotta trust the process” [to Bruce] “sorry if it’s a little spicy”

Bruce: [genuinely confused] “it’s not spicy at all, Tim”

The stream

“You KNOW that man lying”

“I could never”

“He probably doesn’t know what seasoning is either”

“He looks like he’s going to cry”

“😭😂😂 he is not enjoying himself”

Tim: [is annoyed] “ok Bruce, I need your honest criticism on this. The live stream says I did a shit job”

Bruce: [deer in headlights, not sure if this is a trick question] “uh, it was good. You did a good job…”

The stream

“LIARRRR”

“that man looks so scared”

“Save Bruce Wayne 2021”

Alfred: [walks onto the room]

Tim: “Alfred! Can you try this?”

Alfred: [glares at the obviously poorly executed pork chops] “why”

Tim: [breaking off a bit] “here, I have to prove something”

Alfred: [tries it and immediately spits it out] “dear lord, forgive me, master Bruce, master Timothy. Who on Earth has made that monstrosity?”

Bruce: “uh”

Tim: “it was Bruce”

Alfred: [appalled] “don’t you dare lie to me, young man. Master Bruce may not be an award winning chef but he at least a knows how to decently season his food, and knows how to cook it to a state that still leaves it edible”

Tim: “…I gotta go…”

Starts getting dragged by the stream before ending it

[turtle-babe83]

Lots of action coming up next chapter….this one should be a lighthearted romp. @exovapor @nittleboo @tmntspidergirl @raisin-shell

Also warning: besides the language and NSFW content that you are used to, we will see some alcohol and drug use

Links to chapters 1-14

Chapter 15: Introductions

“Just five more minutes!”

Mikey pulled the covers over his head and whined. Leo had turned on the light as soon as he walked in his baby brother’s bedroom.

“Time to get up, Mike! You wanted to be the big chef, so go cook. I’m sure you can talk Lucy into helping out again.”

Lucy. Mikey’s heart started pounding as he remembered the taste of her tongue from the night before. So many thoughts had been running through his brain. Gorgeous, funny, big-hearted Lucy liked him back! And the moment his hands had grasped her curves, he knew he was done for. He wanted her desperately, but was it too soon? Was there an etiquette for this situation? Dude, he just used a fancy word. Etiquette. Heh. Anyway, all he could think about was exploring her lush body and hearing her moaning his name.

“Mikey!”

Damn Leo, ruining his fantasy. Speaking of which….

“How was your shower last night, bruh?”

Mikey pulled the blanket down enough to uncover his eyes, and he turned them on the aggravated turtle next to his bed. Leo still looked cool, calm, and collected.

“It was fine. You could probably use one yourself. Are you getting up now? Marie will probably be famished when she wakes,” the leader answered.

Mikey squinted for a moment, then threw the blankets off and leapt out of bed. Leo averted his gaze immediately as Mikey looked for clean sweats.

“Geez, you might wanna get that under control before you go wake Lucy,” he grumbled, motioning at his crotch.

Mikey glanced down. He did have some rather impressive morning wood going on beneath his boxer briefs.

“Get what under control?”

Both turtles looked to the doorway and there stood the woman herself. Mikey cracked a grin.

“Watch this, Babycakes!”

Jutting out his erect manhood and swiveling his hips, Mikey managed to make his cock ‘twirl’ around. Lucy burst out laughing, clapping her hands gleefully, while Leo’s jaw dropped.

“That’s my third nunchuck,” he winked. “I punish the bad girls with it.”

Leo gasped, “Mikey!”

The boisterous turtle giggled as he slipped an arm around Lucy’s waist. Pressing a big smacking kiss on her cheek, he smirked at the eldest brother.

“It’s okay, Leo,” he assured him, “Lucy is my girl.”

Lucy bumped hips with him, whispering, “Your bad girl.”

“What, so you guys are together now?” Leo asked.

Two heads nodded, but they were too busy staring at one another to pay him much more attention.

“Well, congrats, I guess. I’m gonna go check on Donnie and Raph, if you guys could start breakfast soon…please?”

“Of course, we’re happy to, Leo,” Lucy smiled.

Mikey finally grabbed some pants and they headed to the kitchen, stealing kisses and small touches. Leo watched them wistfully. Two of his brothers had found their perfect matches. Would he be as fortunate? What about Donnie? He sighed. Better go wake the genius next.

🥞🥞🥞

Valerie stretched her stiff limbs for a solid minute before even opening her eyes. She could smell breakfast cooking. Was that maple syrup? Mmm, pancakes or waffles? After a few more minutes of relaxing in the bed, she swung her legs over and stood up. Throwing some leggings on her bare legs and piling her hair on top of her head in a messy bun, she headed to the kitchen. Mikey was flipping pancakes in the air while Lucy heated up the syrup. It smelled heavenly.

Val grabbed a mug and started to pour a cup of coffee, when a very groggy Donnie shuffled in. Still wearing his pj pants, with dried drool at the corner of his mouth, she decided he needed to caffeinate more and gave him the cup. He mumbled something that she assumed was a thank you, and she got another mug down. She had just started to pour when a smooth voice purred over her shoulder.

“Did you sleep well?” Leo asked.

Startled, she jumped and spilled some of the coffee. Last night came back to her in a rush and she felt her cheeks burn. Panic set in and her breathing became frantic. Leo noticed immediately.

“Are you alright?”

He had her caged in between his body and the counter, and she was desperate for an escape. Mikey and Lucy had stopped by this point, watching as a very flustered Valerie tried to mop up spilled coffee while regulating her shaky breaths. Lucy raised a brow at Mikey, who by this time, was grinning openly.

Leo tried to take the towel from her, murmuring in that deep, calming voice, “Here, let me-“

“I got it!” Valerie shrilled.

Working fast, she mopped up the mess and finished pouring her coffee. She ducked under Leo’s arm and went straight to the fridge for creamer. Leo watched in confusion as the harried brunette left the kitchen in a hurry, calling over her shoulder that she was going to shower before breakfast.

“What’s with her?” Leo addressed the rest of the room.

Mikey had been whispering in Lucy’s ear, but turned to answer with, “Maybe she had naughty dreams.”

Lucy snorted and slapped a hand over her mouth to cover her chortles. Donnie was staring into his empty coffee cup with a scowl.

“Maybe she’s upset over the spilled coffee. I know that I am.”

He shuffled over to the coffee pot and nudged Leo out of the way, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a refill.”

☕️☕️☕️

Valerie hurried to grab clean clothes, trying to calm her racing heart. Now that she knew of Leo’s attraction to her, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Remembering the way he had moaned her name gave her shivers. It had been so long since she had felt an attraction to anyone, it terrified her.

She had become so proficient at pleasuring herself, the thought of putting that in someone else’s hands again felt like setting herself up for a letdown. Her last lover had been well-endowed but had no clue how to wield it properly. Val sighed. She had seen Leo fight, seen how he focused so well, knew by now how meticulous he was. A tingle in her belly alerted her that her body already expected him to be an incredible lover.

When she got to the bathroom door, it was opening and steam rolled out. A very satisfied looking Raph stepped out with Kassie on his arm. Kassie’s legs were a bit wobbly, Val noted. Holy shit. They fucked! Val gasped and then they noticed her. Kassie’s cheeks pinked and Raph’s grin grew wider.

“Don’t worry, we got a great water heater. Should be plenty for you,” Raph winked.

As he led her back to their room to get dressed, Kassie risked a glance back at her best friend. Val was giving her the “we are gonna talk later” look. She smiled back sheepishly. Raph’s stamina had shocked her as he took her in several positions. She was pretty sure that in the midst of it all, she had sworn her undying love for him, proposed marriage, and threatened bodily harm if he ever left her. Raphael had laughed heartily at her hormone-induced ravings, growling such dirty things in her ears as he fucked her better than any man she had ever been with prior. She had passed out laying on top of his plastron, their combined fluids coating her legs where they leaked out.

Raph had awoken with their mixed scents in his nostrils, and he breathed deeply. The animal side of him was relishing the claiming of his mate, while his more human side was so in love, he felt like he could burst. He had suggested a nice, hot shower together to clean up and she had sleepily agreed. After soaping her up and rinsing her off, he couldn’t resist running his big hands all over her wet body, kissing her hungrily and feeling his cock stir yet again as she returned his kisses voraciously. He had taken her again pressed against the wall of the shower. Watching her dress just now filled him with emotion.

“Ya should just live here. When this is over, when we take down that prick Jared, instead of fixing up yer apartment,” Raph suddenly said, “Come stay with me. Permanently.”

Kassie’s eyes widened as she whirled around. The sincerity in his expression seared her, and she took a moment just to soak it in. Then she ran and jumped into his arms, leaving a smattering of kisses all over his face as she repeated “yes!” again and again. A knock on the bedroom door interrupted their kisses, cooling the flame was growing hotter by the second.

“Breakfast is ready!” Leo called.

Kassie gave one more sweet kiss to his snout before yelling back, “We’re coming!”

“We could be…..if we skipped breakfast,” Raph wiggled his brow ridge.

Kassie giggled at the innuendo, “Come on, big guy. I’m famished! Someone fucked all the energy out of me recently.”

🍳🍳🍳

Leo was puzzled. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him what he had done to cause such a reaction in Valerie. He made a hot cup of his favorite tea and indulged in a few tummy warming sips before curiosity got the best of him. He needed to talk to her. Breakfast was nearly done.

Splinter was making a special tea for Marie, who had woken up feeling better thankfully. They decided that he would take his breakfast in the lab with her so she wasn’t so overwhelmed with all the people. Donnie had downed his third cup of coffee and was finally conscious enough to set the table at Lucy’s request.

Raph and Kassie walked in, hand in hand. Leo noticed a large hickey on the side of her neck, and also that Raph kept brushing her hair away from the spot. Marking his territory and making sure everyone sees it, Leo thought to himself. Kassie was walking funny too…..well, hot damn. Leo smirked. Guess the hothead got lucky last night.

With everyone so caught up with other things, Leo was able to sneak off unnoticed. Surely, she would be done with her shower by now. He stood outside the bathroom door and listened carefully. He couldn’t hear the water running, so he knocked once and pushed the door open. A slim leg was stretched out before him and he followed it from the navy blue painted toes to the edge of the towel wrapped around her damp, naked body. Meeting her eyes, Leo felt his stomach drop in shame. The towel barely covered her private bits.

“Did you need something?” Val asked sardonically. Seeing the embarrassment filling his eyes at his mistake, she could feel her confidence growing. So, he could fantasize about her, using her image to jerk off, but faced with her nearly naked form? The fearless Leonardo looked almost afraid. He blinked and tried to keep his eyes above the towel but he couldn’t help letting them slip. Valerie had been rubbing her body lotion into her skin. She got another dollap and started on the other leg. Leo swallowed hard.

“You know, it can wait until later. Just…uh…breakfast is ready. And uh, I’m just gonna go now.”

Leo turned and ran smack into the door frame. Wincing and grabbing his face, he stumbled out of the doorway and shut the door quickly behind him.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t that interesting?” she murmured.

🧖‍♀️🧖‍♀️🧖‍♀️

Holly opened her eyes, blinking away the last dregs of sleep. She had been wrapped up in the craziest dream. Smoking and eating her infamous “magic” brownies while drinking her favorite beer, quite the combination. Must be why she dreamed about sharing it with an alligator man. She felt a giggle bubble up and then a full blown laugh shook her belly.

“Urgh, why does my head hurt so bad?” a deep voice growled at her feet.

Holly sat up so fast, her head spun. There, at the foot of her bed, the alligator man groaned.

“You’re real?!” she shrieked.

“Too loud,” he hissed.

Holly whispered loudly, “Oh sorry, it’s just not every day you wake up to find an honest to god alligator person in your bed.”

He glared at the sarcasm in her voice. Slowly, he sat up and rubbed his forehead. When he looked at her again, he looked contrite.

“Sorry, I’m not used to dealing with humans,” he explained. “I hate to ask, but I’m incredibly hungry. Is there something I could eat?”

Holly stared in wonder. She reached a hand out gingerly, and when he didn’t move, she touched his scaly hand. He felt real enough.

“Who are you?” she muttered.

The alligator man cocked his head, then replied, “The Kraang called me by my case number. One of their human captives gave me the name Leatherhead.”

Holly frowned. Who the hell are the Kraang? Suddenly, his stomach rumbled. He wasn’t lying about his hunger. Deciding that he seemed safe enough for the moment, she offered him a small smile.

“Well, Leatherhead, I’m Holly. You can tell me all about yourself over breakfast. How do you feel about omelettes?”

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[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader 

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands 

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better 

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor 

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever 

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal 

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh 

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head 

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard  

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing 

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it 

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager 

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking 

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3 

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public  

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy 

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there 

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie 

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain 

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite 

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does) 

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart 

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute 

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage 

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS 

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough 

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands 

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while 

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis 

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie 

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary 

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land 

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,) 

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored 

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea 

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn 

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself 

miss girl is an AMAZING cook 

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all 

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out 

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest 

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical 

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to 

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks 

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue 

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES 

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you 

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something 

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for 

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on 

this man,,, THIS MAN 

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful 

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him 

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse 

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″ 

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him? 

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest 

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute 

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg 

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together 

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck 

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him 

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day 

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3 

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!! 

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met 

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Cobb Vanth x gn!reader x Mando

Bruh this shit as BEEN on my mind all day but here’s some headcanons because I love both of them.

Masterlist

These two love the fuck outta you. It doesn’t matter you’ll always have at least one of them near you and personal space just DOESN’T exist. (Unless of course you definitely need it then those two are okay with being close to each other)

They are always trying to swipe something from the bowl of what your cooking and you’ve smacked both of their hands on multiple occasions with a spatula

“You know Grogu doesn’t even bother me as much as you two do when I’m cooking.” Hands are on your hips and two cheeky men looking at you. Before you get kisses on your cheeks.

On days you decide you’re too lazy to cook (which is rare as you love cooking) Din and Cobb will gladly cook for you. But your ass is nosy as hell and will criticize them before they both get pissed and tell you to “Sit your ass down.” Because they’re trying their hardest.

Which you always enjoy whatever they cook but you know secretly you do it better.

You mostly like being in the outside of one of them while you guys walk places because having your arms wrapped around one of their arms makes you feel nice.

If you have your arm around Cobb, he’s holding Din’s hand and is kissing his helmet constantly. He likes stuff evened out.

Whenever Din is in the middle and you’re holding his arm Din will hold his hand and tease Cobb which is just how they’ve been.

The teasing between you 3 is SO much, but it’s just you guys’ love language. It’s sometimes gone too far at the beginning of the relationship but you guys have learned and know what’s okay and not okay to tease about

If Din has had a rough day you’re on his lap snuggled into his neck and Cobb is kissing all of his face

If Cobb is having a rough day you’re massaging his shoulders and Din is caressing his face.

If you’re having a rough day Cobb is rubbing your hands and Din is massaging your back

If all of you have had a shit day or just 2/3 of you, you’re in bed cuddling and Grogu is there too because he likes making sure you guys are okay and also he likes cuddling with his parents.

Grogu literally gets spoiled wayyy to much by Din and Cobb and you have to sometimes tell them it’s too much and he’s gonna be pissed “when we’re all gone.” But that is hypocritical of you because you do give him extra snacks and let him stay up with you guys sometimes and they jokingly call you out on how unfair it is for you to say that.

Grogu still does have Din as his favorite but is understanding that when Din is gone bounty hunting there’s no reason to cry he’ll always come back and he won’t cry if you or Cobb put him to bed even if he does want Din there more.

You’re always on the left of the bed because you get hot at night. If it does so happen to be a freezing night they’re absolutely okay with you wiggling you’re way in the middle, Cobb is usually in the middle because he likes wrapping his arms around both of you.

Whenever Din is gone you get most of the bed because you spread yourself out and Cobb gets surprised as hell when he doesn’t fall off the bed.

Usually on Cobb’s late nights you let Din have most of the bed yet he still doesn’t take it because of his time on the razor crest and just being used to small spaces.

Your ass is never gone and you’re okay with that but on the occasion you don’t wanna sleep next to either of them because they’re snore you sleep in Grogu’s room and those two are in the middle cuddled up into each other.

I know my account says no smut but this is brief as hell. You and Din are switches and Cobb is always a dom, except on special occasions where you and Din can get him to be a sub, but he enjoys the hell out of it because you two are always praising him but that’s just all of you guys praising eachother constantly especially after y’all mind break each other (which is like whenever y’all have sex and whoever is subbing gets dumbified the most, the sex is too damn good)