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Homestuck (agerefandom masterpost)

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[aurumacadicus]

Oh boy (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

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Moving back to New York was one of the worst decisions Tony had ever made. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course. Supervillainous crimes always seemed to happen there and he wanted to help, so here he was in his tower that he shared with the Avengers, ready for the next call to action.

He just wished supervillains would take the winter off, so he could go someplace warm, like his Malibu house or South America or something. Hell, at this point he'd accept a trip to fucking Arizona. He'd fit right in there, he groused to himself, shaking hands curled around his coffee maker to try and soak up some of the warmth. All those old people.

Early onset arthritis. Tony eased one hand closed into a fist, wincing. He'd been diagnosed a decade ago after a particularly cold winter when he'd thought he'd had mono or something. "It'll get worse," his doctor had warned. Tony had staved off a lot of aches and pains by simply moving somewhere where the weather wouldn't affect his joints, and the pain was manageable with over the counter painkillers.

Here, in New York, with a blizzard blowing outside, Tony felt as if every degree the thermometer dropped was a twist of a knife in each and every joint, but especially his knees and hands. It was unfair. He had a state of the art air system, with his penthouse and workshop set to a perfect seventy-four degrees, but his body somehow knew it was sleeting outside and so was revolting.

He couldn't even pick up his coffee cup this morning. He'd needed to use his fucking cane to get out of bed.

The worst part was he could feel Steve's eyes on him like a physical touch. He'd never thought of the downside of sleeping with a super soldier until this morning, when he'd groaned as he'd forced himself to stand and found, to his horror, that Steve had forgone his early morning run to have a lie in with him. So Steve had seen the cane he'd needed to push himself to his feet, the extra padding on the handle to ease his grip, how Tony had come into the kitchen and grabbed a mug with extra wide handles on each side like a child's cup and then hadn't been able to fill it himself.

He wondered how long it would take Steve to decide his own body was a threat to the team and firmly but politely tell him to stop putting on the suit.

"Are you always in pain?" Steve asked quietly, finally coming over to pick up the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

"Worse in the cold weather," Tony said, trying not to sound too tetchy. There was no point in lying. Steve had watched him wrap both hands around the pot's handle and still not have the willpower to pick it up despite the pain. "Part of the reason I lived in Malibu for so long," he added, a thread of defeat weaving into his voice as Steve opened the fridge to get his creamer for him. He hadn't wanted to be in the cold even for a moment. Steve had obviously been able to tell.

Steve turned to face him, expression impassive. "So it's not just the arc reactor then."

"Quite honestly, I didn't even think about the reactor once this morning," Tony sighed dropping his eyes to his feet. He'd been too focused on the pain in his hands, how insurmountable the task of standing had seemed for a moment. Sure, his chest hurt, but it always hurt. The arthritis was sometimes worse than others. And today had been the first sleety-frozen-cold-to-your-bones day of the season.

Steve took a moment to stir his creamer in (the spoon was too small for him to grip, Tony lamented) before he turned, sliding the mug over to him. He watched Tony cradle the mug's handles in both hands before he carefully lifted it for a sip. "Are you in pain in the suit?" he finally asked.

Tony didn't do him the disservice of lying, instead carefully turning his eyes away as he answered, "My hands always hurt. The suit is one of the only times I don't feel bad, though. It's automated, so most of the movements I make are helped with the machinery. 's why you've seen me doing so much work with the gauntlets on lately." He hunched his shoulders, embarrassed. "It wasn't to protect me from soldering. It was so I could hold the solderer without dropping it."

"I see," Steve said solemnly. He stared at Tony's coffee cup for several long, silent seconds, then turned abruptly and left the room.

Probably to go tell Fury he needed to be removed from the team, Tony figured morosely.

He had just finished washing his cup when he heard the elevator open again. He turned, limping into the living room.

"Your boyfriend broke into the Xavier Institute to try and bribe Storm into changing the weather and Xavier is pissed," Natasha said flatly, Steve's ear held tightly in her hand.

"...Did. Did you run all the way there?" Tony sputtered, confused.

"I was on a mission," Steve grumbled, as if he had not just risked life and limb to ask one of the most powerful mutants in the world to ignore the natural weather patterns just because Tony's arthritis was flaring up. "She said no though. Told me to get you more omega-threes, whatever that means."

"Okay," Tony squeaked.

"I am more concerned with being on the mutants' bad side," Natasha began, scowling.

"Storm just thought I was cute," Steve said morosely, at the same time Tony answered, "Xavier won't come near me because my brain's loud and I bother him. I do that on purpose though."

"Oh my God," Natasha whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose, as Steve started googling foods he could make for Tony.

#ideas #stony #welcome to the suffer club i guess

[heavyhitterheaux]

Studio Time With The Triple Threat Harlows

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Gif by @harlowgifs

Synopsis: The triplets want to spend more time with daddy and he knows just want to do to keep them entertained

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: anon who wanted dad!Jack content 😌

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You looked down to see that Ivy had gotten away from you once again and simply sighed. This had been happening since this morning with her wanting to be around Jack, but he was in the studio busy downstairs.

Every time she wandered off, you found her at the door to the studio trying to reach the handle and simply brought her back upstairs, but not before letting her say hi to her dad. 

This time as you made your way downstairs you once again found her in front of the door trying to reach up to grab the handle when you picked her up from behind and made her laugh.

"My big girl has got to stop running away from me!"

"But I wanna say hi to daddy."

"Okay bug and then we're going to eat something."

"Chicken nuggies?"

"Sure if that's what you want." You said while putting her down.

"Go ahead and knock and wait for daddy to say it's okay to come in."

She knocked three times while shouting "Daddy!? Can I come in?"

Jack laughed to himself as he heard his oldest outside of the door for the fiftieth time today and got up to open the door to see her looking up at him with those big blue eyes that resembled his as she had her arms out for him to pick her up. As you mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him but he simply waved it off.

"Hi daddy! I miss you."

"Hi gorgeous girl. I missed you too. And of course I missed my beautiful wife also." Jack said as he picked her up and she simply started playing with his KY necklace as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"You eat chicken nuggies with me?" Ivy asked with hope apparent in her voice.

"I don't know yet sweetheart. Daddy has a lot of work to do."

"But daddy take a break?"

Just then you heard two more sets of little footsteps as Autumn and Axel ran full speed into Jack grabbing one leg each.

"As you can tell you've been missed all day." You said.

"Well then I guess I could take a small break." He answered as Ivy clapped her hands in excitement.

"Then let's eat dinner. Ax, Autumn let go of daddy so he can walk." Axel reluctantly pulled away and you had to pry Autumn off of him in order for him to be able to move.

All of you made your way upstairs and Axel volunteered to help you set the table.

You handed him napkins not wanting for him to start running around with sharp objects because that child could turn a spoon into a weapon.

The Triplets got chicken nuggets per their request while you and Jack had chicken and dumplings which your mother had helped you make earlier in the day.

Once everyone was finished and the table was clear, Jack got up from the table and Ivy went to follow him.

"Daddy? I come with you?"

"Ivy, daddy has a lot of work to do." You answered but once Jack saw the pout on her face, he didn't want for her to be upset.

"Bug, if you do you have to be really quiet for me. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, I wanna go too!" Axel exclaimed while chewing on the cookie that you gave him.

"Ax, don't talk with your mouth full." Jack answered while looking over at him.

"Me three!"

"Okay since all of you want to go, I need all three of you to be really quiet and draw daddy a few pictures. How does that sound?"

All three eagerly nodded their heads as they ran off into the direction of where you kept all of the art supplies and was jumping up to reach them and failing miserably.

"Wait for mommy to get it for you so you don't get hurt."

You took down a few pieces of paper for each of them along with crayons as all five of you went downstairs to the studio with Ivy leading the way. Jack had to open the door for her but once she did, she ran inside and found a comfy spot in the corner as her siblings joined her. You handed them the pieces of paper and crayons so that they could draw their pictures as you went to go sit on the couch next to them, but you quickly heard Jack’s protest.

"Can I have my wife over here with me, please?" Jack asked with a pout on his face and you quickly got up in order to sit next to him, but he gestured for you to sit on his lap instead. 

"Are you going to be able to focus with me sitting on your lap?" You asked as you sat down with him immediately putting his hands around your waist and kissing you.

"I always can whether you're riding me or not and I want you to ride me so this will give me more motivation to hurry up and finish so we can get to it." 

All you did was roll your eyes in response while laughing.

"And besides I want your opinion on a few things and they look to be occupied." He answered while peering over at the triplets. 

"Okay let's hear it."

"And be honest with me. If it's trash then tell me."

"As you wish. But, I'm sure that it’s not."

"But if you hurt my feelings, I expect head before I go to sleep."

"Jackman, just play me the song please. And you never have to ask since I was going to do that anyway. I knew you wouldn't behave with me sitting on your lap."

"I am behaving!"

A little while later, Ivy got up and made her way over to the both of you to say that she was bored and needed something else to do.

 "Daddy, can you play with me now?"

"Not right now. Did you draw me a picture?"

"I drew you four." She answered while holding up her fingers.

"It's almost time for you to go to sleep anyway." You told her and she immediately crossed her arms.

"But I'm not sleepy!"

"Wait, I have an idea. Ax, Autumn come here." Jack said and they stopped coloring to come over to him.

"Do you three want to make a song for daddy?"

"YES!" All three of them exclaimed and you couldn’t help but to smile.

"Okay listen closely." Jack started to say to explain to them how this would work as best he could so they could understand and once he was done they were excited.

"Mommy is going to go in the booth with the three of you to do it, okay?"

"Can my part be about chicken nuggies?" Ivy asked and Jack simply shrugged.

"Whatever you want, princess. Are you three ready?"

They eagerly nodded as you took Ivy in the booth first and placed the headphones on her and sat her on the stool so that she could reach the microphone.

Jack started to play the track and you tapped Ivy's shoulder to tell her to start.

"I like eating chicken nuggies and playing with Ax and Autumn. I love my mommy and daddy. Okay, I'm done." Ivy said while taking off the headphones and hopping down from the stool and you and Jack couldn't help but to laugh.

"Ax, you ready?"

He immediately ran over to where you were and sat down on the stool as you put the headphones on and it looked as if he was thinking.

"You ready for daddy to play the song?"

"Yes, I have an idea now."

Once Jack heard that Axel was ready, he pressed play on the track and you soon heard Axel's voice. 

"Daddy is mad because I'm mommy's favorite boy. The end."

It took everything in you not to bust out laughing while Jack simply rolled his eyes as Axel smiled at him.

"I love you daddy!" Ax exclaimed as he came out the booth and went to sit in his lap.

"I'm starting to think that you don't, but okay. I'll let it slide this time."

"Okay, Autumn. It's your turn."

"My mommy and daddy can rap better than anybody and I'm next."

"Hmm, valid points were made, Autumn. Good job." Jack said as he high five her when she came out of the booth.

"Daddy, is the song good enough for us to get a Grammy?" She asked while looking up at him.

"Let me work my magic and it just might."

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, there it's so great to find an amazing writer who enjoys Lookism so much! Please keep at it, your HC's are so much fun to read! If it's not too much to ask for the boys like Gun, Samuel, and Vasco with s/o who is a foreign girl, a very capable fighter, and honorable in combat but outside the fight she is quite self-conscious and a bit naive.

Not me reading the first part of this and thinking you're being sarcastic af lol

Thanks for being so kind anon :') I'm glad you're enjoying it, I have SO much fun writing them and putting my stupidity out! Thanks for the ask! I had a little difficulty writing it.... this really isn't very good but hope this hits the spot.

Lookism with non S. Korean S/O

You're from somewhere vague and overseas. Scenario with your partner (Gun, Samuel, Vasco, Jake)

Gun

Your boyfriend was asking you to fight yet again. You're getting pretty tired of it.

You only moved to South Korea not too long ago and ever since he discovered you picked up your skills from overseas, all he makes you do is fight him. And he doesn't go easy on you.

What happened to dates? What happened to romance?

You thought your boyfriend was growing colder towards you, now always in his own head or just studying martial arts.

"...Gun?"

He peers at you over the top of his sunglasses. Your words are hard to say aloud.

"Do you ... do you not want to be with me anymore?"

"What makes you think that?"

"All we do is fight... Literally! I can't remember the last time you even asked me for anything else."

He pulls you into his arms, "You're actually challenging me. Do you know how rare that is? I'm more turned on than ever."

Samuel

You transferred from overseas after helping source partners to help grow Workers into the behemoth it is today.

Back in your field days, there wasn't anything that couldn't be solved with some violence, but your morals and fairness made you stand out amongst would-be enemies.

Even with the 3rd and 4th Affiliate President as your boyfriend, no one could deny your competence or throw around accusation of nepotism.

But you still had to get your head around the working culture in this country.

"Sammy, do I really have to call you Mr. Seo in the office?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that a bit weird? People have seen us together."

"No, I'm your boss. You need to show respect and address me properly here."

"Oh... Do you actually not want anyone to know I'm your girlfriend?"

Samuel pinches the bridge of his nose, can't quite believing he's going to give in on this.

"Fine. You can call me Samuel,"

"What about-"

"Not Sam. Not Sammy. Samuel."

Vasco

You had agreed to meet in the park for a date with Vasco.

The first time you kissed him, he nearly jumped out of his skin claiming that wasn't how dating worked in South Korea. You found out later it was just his eccentricities.

Vasco texted you that he was running late when a group of guys start harassing you.

You threaten to call the police, but when they put their hands on you, you weren't left with many options.

"Y/N?!" Your boyfriend was staring at you in shock.

"No! Euntae, I didn't want you to see me like this!" you hide your bloodied fist from him.

"What! That was amazing!"

"Thank? you?"His compliment made you blush, you knew it wasn't what 'ladies' do but he liked it?

"Y/N! I thought people only had street fights in South Korea! Do they fight overseas too?"

Jake

You think this might be the first time Jake treated you to a meal. A job well done, he had said after you beat up some thugs who were harassing the girls.

Jake's often running off to god knows where to get god knows what done, leaving you to look after the street.

Is this the supposed Girlfriend Privileges? You having to fight in his stead? You reckon you're getting the short end of the stick.

You stare at the violently red pot of stew in front of you, with some unidentified vegetables floating around

"Jake...? What is this?"

"Oh! You've never tried many Korean dishes, right! It's kimchi stew, my favourite. Here." He spoons some into a bowl for you.

With your boyfriend's loving gaze on you, you had no choice but to take a sip.

"ACK!" you spit it out immediately and grab your glass of water to wash the vileness out of your mouth

Jake rolls his eyes at you, "You've got no taste" and takes his own mouthful.

"I know, I'm with you."

#this is so badly written im so sorry #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #gun park #gun park x reader #vasco #vasco x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[notroosterbradshaw]

TBE Bradley and yours day off, what would the day be like

LONG MORNINGS IN BED... because they are so infrequent. Soz, this became a thing... unproofed, because you know I’m wild that way.

Hmm, would def start with a sleep-in and Bradley may sleeping beyond his strict 0400 alarm, but it’s uncommon. He still likes to start his day early and get in a run (ew) with Betsy, to get the coffee started. He can get that done, as well as shower before sneaking back into bed (he's learned the art of stealth to avoid waking his not-so-morning person beside him) with our reader, who sleeps to a reasonable 8/9am, usually woken to a mass of butterfly kisses on the pulse, across her cheeks and lips when Rooster just won’t wait any longer.

"The only acceptable way to be woken up," you say with a bold stretch and yawn, Bradley snuggling into your warmth and being enveloped by your arms. He likes to snuggle in the morning, quite content being the little spoon when required. It doesn't need to lead to anything sexual (it mostly does), but he's just content having you close. "How long have you been awake, or is that a stupid question?"

"Stupid question," he admits. "Coffee on your bedside table."

"My God, I love you," you gently push him off to take a sip as he giggles quietly, making himself comfy on his pillow. He knows his rank in the morning. You don't know why it tastes better when Rooster makes it and he swears he doesn't do anything except press the button, but it does and you can't explain it. "Did you sleep okay?"

The fairweather shrug of his muscular shoulders tells you probably not. That is becoming more frequent and at a time that's not right now, you're keen to ask if he's considered giving more time to the shrink. He hasn't quite been the same since his last detachment and you can't quite place why, because he's very convincing that things are truly okay.

"Come here," he says, opening his arms to you once the hot coffee is a safe distance away. You gladly fall into them, he's freshly showered and smelling like that cologne you love that smells like summer and fruit. "What do you want to do today?"

"No plans."

"Awesome, because I have a thought."

"I'm all ears," you said, your hands tracing the lines and ridges of his chest and abs. Rooster wasn't big on the romance, so him planning anything for the both of you was always something considered, rarely off the cuff.

"Boozy late lunch at that grill on the pier you love," he started. Smiling to yourself, he took the hints you dropped last week about wanting to go again. Good work, Rooster. "Yes, I listen occasionally," he could feel your smarts with a small laugh.

"I know, you're a very good boy," you teased, patting his face as he caught your hands, kissing your knuckles.

"You're as subtle as a fuckin' sledgehammer,” he muttered.

"I gotta get into that pretty head of yours."

"You are a permanent fixture. 24/7," he sighed wistfully. "And then sundown on the beach, what do you say?"

"Sounds awful," you told him, looking up at his grin back to you. "So, late lunch?"

"Yes, you don't have to get out of bed," he stroked your hair.

"Good, because you're nice and warm."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes, tucking you up tightly.

"I love mornings like this."

"I know," he said softly. "We don't get enough days like this."

"Yeah," you said solemnly.

"Wanna do it more often," he said, but you weren't sure if it was a question or statement. "So, I, uh, spoke to Cyclone's yesterday."

"Argh, what did you do this time, Rooster?" you almost didn't want to know. It has been a while since he'd been done for insubordination, but knowing his wit and occasional bursts of frustration he couldn’t contain, it got him in trouble enough at the best and worst of times.

"Hey," he laughed, smacking your ass with a rough thwack as you cursed a little... enjoying it. "Who said anything about a punishment?"

Keeping your trap shut, you let him speak.

"I was offered a position as an instructor again."

"Again?" you sat up to look at him, squinting. "When were you offered one before?"

"Before we started dating," he reassured you as you settled back on his chest, happy to avoid that argument. But he wasn't entirely being truthful. Rooster had approached Cyclone about taking the position if it was still available. 'The position was never off the table, Lieutenant. I did expect you to consider this appointment well before today because of...' You. It all came down to you now. "But it just seemed right. I get to come home to you every day."

"Does it mean you could still be called up?"

"Yeah," he admitted, “But it means I won't be away for months on end anymore. Hopefully."

Smiling into his chest, you tried to blink back tears. "Did you accept?" you asked meekly.

"What do you think?” he dragged your body up to his. “Totally knocked it back.”

You knew he was joking but kissed him deeply. “Oh, my goodness,” was all you could say.

“You are gonna get so sick of me.” he teased, apples of his cheeks flushing red. 

“Impossible.”

“Okay, for that news, you get the good lovin’ this morning,” you said, whipping off his ratty, old NAVY shirt as he boogied to himself.

“Yes,” he clapped quietly, wrapping you up and rolling you over. Days off were the fucking best. 

#notroosterbradshaw #asks answered #domestic!rooster drabble #rooster drabble #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster fanfic #rooster fluff #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw

[bellebridgerton]

Best Buddies: Chapter 2 (Modern Benedict Bridgerton x plus size!fem!reader)

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Benedict woke up in the morning, he felt Y/n still in his arms. He looked at his left arm and noticed the black bandage, Benedict carefully lifted it off his arm to look at his new tattoo. It was beautiful, an old fashioned paint pallet, it looked like swatches of paint covered the pallet. He knew she was skilled, and he was proud to have her art on his body. Benedict gently stroked her hair, kissing her temple, he would stay in bed with her all day if he could.

Y/n shifted against Benedict and opened her eyes, "Good morning, Benny." She looked at his arm, gently touched around his new tattoo, "It suits you, full of color, expressive."

Benedict rubbed her lower back, "It's perfect, love." He pulled her closer, if that was possible, "What are your plans for today?"

Y/n rested her chin on his chest, "Not much, probably draw, read, bug you. What do you have planned?"

Benedict chuckled, "Well, I have to check my score for the exam, but other than that, I'm free today." He picked up his phone and checked his school email, opening the email about the exam. Benedict saw that he aced it, he leapt up from his bed and threw open the window, yelling, "YOU SHALL ALL BARE WITNESS TO MY TALENTS!"

Y/n sat up in bed, laughing, "You're such a dork, Benny!" She got up and gently pulled him back inside, "I'm so happy for you, but you need to relax a bit."

Benedict pulled her into his lap, "Thank you, love. What should we do to celebrate?"

Y/n gently played with his hair, "We could have a lazy day, whatever you want."

Benedict smiled, "That sounds great, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Surprise me!," Y/n stood up from his lap, "I'm going to take a shower." She walks to the master bathroom, swaying her hips.

Benedict couldn't tear his eyes away from her arse.

~

Slipping on her pajamas, Y/n was quick to leave her bedroom for Benedict's. She laughed and smacked at his hands playfully when he greedily pulled her into his bed.

Benedict sat up, "I want to cuddle. I missed you."

Y/n smiled wickedly, "I was only gone for like 30 minutes!"

He ignored her expression, "Don't care, I want to cuddle."

"Okay, okay, get comfy then," Y/n resigned herself to whatever Benedict wanted.

Benedict rested his head against Y/n's chest, he didn't let her be the big spoon very often, but he couldn't say no to being close to her. His eyes were heavy in relaxation as Y/n's fingertips gently raked over his scalp. If she truly knew how much he enjoyed her touch, he'd constantly be at her mercy, even more so than he already was.

Y/n wasn't watching the show Benedict had picked, her focus was more on him. They didn't get to have many moments like this. She loved his family, sometimes more than her own, but they were certainly nosey. Although, she'd like to think they wouldn't have been who they were without being in one another's business, at least a little bit.

Y/n soaked up all the alone time she could get with Benedict, getting lost in the feeling of his back shifting against her as he breathed, the small sounds he made that he didn't notice, but she did.

There was a knock at the door, he reluctantly got up and answered the door. His mother, Violet, was on the other side of the door.

Violet smiled, seeing her second eldest son and Y/n. Violet adored Y/n, she was like the fifth daughter Violet never had. Violet saw the love Y/n and Benedict shared, even if they can't see it. She hugged Y/n, "Hello, dearest!" Violet kissed Y/n's cheek, "I'm glad you're here, I have missed you."

Y/n blushed, hugging Violet back, "Hello, Violet! Awe, it's not even been a week since we last saw each other."

Violet looked at Y/n lovingly, "Dearest, you are practically my child, I miss you all the time."

Benedict watched from the living room and chuckled, "Hello, Mother. What brings you here?"

Violet moved her gaze to Benedict, "Can I not drop in on you? I am your mother, after all." Benedict raised his eyebrow at her, not that he minded her visit, he just could tell she was up to something. Violet sighed, "You caught me, dearest. We're having a very large party, and I want you two to attend. The party is this Saturday, it starts at 8 in the evening. It's very formal, there will be a lot of family as well. Also, it will last the whole weekend, so pack a bag!"

Benedict nodded and walked over to his mother, "Yeah, I'll be there." He didn't want to speak for Y/n, he'd made that mistake before and she put him in his place.

"I'd love to go, I'll likely arrive with Benny, as always," Y/n always tagged along with Benedict to family events, she loved his family and had ingrained herself in his life like no one else ever had.

Benedict looked at his mother, "Would you like some tea, Mum?"

Violet smiled, "That sounds lovely, dearest, but I must get going, much to do for the party! It was lovely to see you two, I will see you both soon!" She touched both Y/n and Benedict's cheeks at the same time, placed a kiss on Benedict's cheek, then kissed Y/n's cheek again.

Y/n kissed Violet's cheek in return, "See you soon!"

Benedict gave his mother a gentle hug and kissed her head, "Drive safe, Mum."

Violet hugged back, "I will." As she was walking out the front door, she called back, "Love you two!"

Y/n and Benedict called to her at the same time, "Love you too!"

Benedict closed the door behind his mother, turning to Y/n, "How about we get back to relaxing?"

"Yes!," Y/n ran back to Benedict's bedroom and leapt onto his bed, getting comfy. She patted the space between her legs, so Benedict could resume his previous position from before Violet arrived.

Benedict crawled back onto the bed and laid his head on Y/n's chest "You're comfy."

Y/n laughed, "I'm glad, I think."

Benedict laughed, "It's a compliment, love."

Y/n gently played with his hair while they watched Y/n's favorite show. She watched his eyelids grow heavy, holding back a laugh when he was fighting so hard to stay awake.

~

"Benny, hey, you fell asleep an hour ago, wake up," Y/n gently shook Benedict's shoulder, she couldn't get up with him sleeping on her.

Benedict groaned and opened his eyes a bit, "Why are you waking me up?"

Y/n softly poked his cheek with her fingertip, "I need to get up, and you're heavy."

He didn't move, "But I'm comfy here."

Y/n pushed him off of her as gently as possible, "I have to use the bathroom, Benny!" She ran to the bathroom.

Benedict chuckled, "Okay love, I want to cuddle when you get back."

After a couple minutes, Y/n walked back into his bedroom, laying down with Benedict, "My turn to be the little spoon."

Benedict grabbed her and moved her like she weighed nothing, bringing a squealing laugh out of Y/n. He pulled her close to his chest and gently traced shapes on her arm.

Y/n shifted in his hold, her face eventually buried in his chest, it was her turn to nap.

Benedict kissed her hair, feeling his eyes close.

He dreamed of a life with her, it wasn't much different than their current life, but he could was able to love her the way he wanted to.

~

Y/n woke up at midnight and buried her face in Benedict's chest. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep for a few hours.

Benedict rubbed her back, "Hey love, sleep well?"

Y/n looked up at him, "Yeah, did you?"

Benedict nodded and smiled softly, "I did. Today's been perfect." Y/n nodded, relaxing into his chest.

✨Next Chapter✨

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[jahascouch]

Cooking || Excerpts of their daily life [Jaha Lee x GN!Reader]

You frowned, watching him - Jaha Lee - struggle to cook. He was dancing around the kitchen, knowingly adding in random spices and mixing them around in a wok. Yes, he looked skilful, and yes, you'd admit he looked hot wearing an apron, but the scent that emanated from the wok was actually horrid.

The scent of random spices and chicken broth filled the kitchen. It was spicy, yet somehow sweet and bitter at the same time. You know this wasn't going to end well for you, since you were the one who naively agreed to be his taste tester.

"Jaha... I think that's enough spices," You spoke, your hands clammy and your voice slightly shaking. You worried for your stomach later on. This was then that you resolved that Jaha would have to pay for both physical and emotional damages later on.

Jaha gave you a small smile, one you'd normally welcome (you didn't today), as he replied to you, "You can never have enough spices, [Y/N]."

"Yes, you can."

You looked at the amount of shakers and spices that were lined up on the kitchen counter, and you internally cursed the cooks for having so many on this specific occasion. He really was just pouring whatever was closest to him into the dish and hoping it turned out well. Actually, hope was a strong word. Jaha Lee knew that he was a horrible cook, which is why he took on martial arts instead. But he also wanted you to try his cooking at least once, even if you'd end up passing out from the taste alone.

You spoke up again, "I am going to die if you add too many spices like that into the broth."

"Then I'll just add more water if it's too much for you," Jaha told you, as if that would help the dish. Maybe somewhat, as it would dull the taste, and maybe you wouldn't die as hard.

Despite you thinking it was a good idea to dull the taste of the broth, you grimaced, "That's actually so gross."

Jaha shrugged, before continuing his task of making the dish taste as horribly as possible. By the way he smirked at the wok, you were sure he was doing this on purpose. Though you didn't say anything more and just watched him do as he wanted in the kitchen.

Soon enough, he was done. He even took the effort of plating the damn dish (as if it would help with the taste). Jaha served it in front of you with a grin. You looked at it in slight horror, seeing the broth still bubbling and the spices not even properly mixing in with the soup. You swore to yourself that Jaha made a new type of acid, rather than soup.

"Enjoy," He said, enjoying your expression. It looked like you ate a sour lemon, and he loved it.

You grumbled, shakily picking up the spoon, "I won't."

After a few moments of internally hyping yourself up, you shoved the soup into your mouth.

...

Yep, it was horrible. It would've been better if he diluted it with tap water. You also wondered how he was able to create a punch in a bowl, where the flavour came after you swallowed the soup.

On that day, your body learned that it hated Jaha Lee's cooking, and you were also a few nyangs richer.

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[tamelee]

Hi

It's me again 😅

How are you today? Hope you have a great day /night ✨

I have multiple questions 😅

I love reading naruto manga but it's there a part that I don't understand

Why did sasuke try to kill naruto here? I just don't understand it😅😅

And if Sai didn't stop him from killing naruto, sasuke would kill him?

Also in this chapter, sakura said for naruto, sasuke is like brother to him

I just wonder why didn't she recognize naruto's feelings towards sasuke?

Or could it be naruto himself didn't recognize his feelings for sasuke yet? That his feelings is romantic? I just don't understand this chapter 😂

A little question :

When do you think naruto actually understand / recognize his romantic feelings towards sasuke?

Also your arts are beautiful as always ❤️❤️

Hi nancy-8140 ! 💕 Hope you're well!

"Why did sasuke try to kill naruto here? I just don't understand it😅😅

And if Sai didn't stop him from killing naruto, sasuke would kill him?"

So, prior to this, Sasuke already has made it known that he felt like he needed to (not wanted to) cut his bond with Naruto. As long as Naruto is alive, that love (take it how you will) would get in the way of his goals. It makes him vulnerable because as he tried to explain to Genin Naruto who at the time didn't understand yet: "it hurts to lose someone you love." (In Sasuke's case.. many someones..) That's why only Naruto was the one he felt like he needed to kill, only Naruto was left and was "in the way".

Sasuke couldn't kill Naruto and didn't take the shortcut for power even though he could've. He looks broken, miserable and devastated.

Does this look like a boy who wants to kill Naruto to you?

Instead he chooses to literally walk into the "darkness" (hey, I know some Sasuke fans hate this, but this is the visual the Manga gives us and well it's true in a way.. so just using it for that purpose) to train with a creepy Snake man he hates for years instead. Because doing so is another chance of gaining power but keeping Naruto alive. Indeed, that is Sasuke's way. Because Sasuke loves Naruto. And so what do you think will happen when he sees Naruto again after almost 3 years? When Sasuke learns that Naruto has been actively searching for him despite having his own dream. That Naruto has never given up on him?

Naruto knows Sasuke couldn't do it and provokes him. Look at Sasuke's face. The Manga literally brings you back to that moment in VotE1 and Sasuke's memories. The true reason why Sasuke needed to kill Naruto, his closest friend, but can't. Because Sasuke loves Naruto.

Kishimoto makes him glide down to hug Naruto close and even while holding him, pressed against his body (this sounds like fan fiction but it really isn't) they're being flirty in an odd way.

If Sasuke had wanted to kill Naruto for real he would've and Naruto didn't seem to stop him at the time either. Naruto's body apparently moved on its own to stop Sai from stabbing Sasuke instead.

"Also in this chapter, sakura said for naruto, sasuke is like brother to him"

"I just wonder why didn't she recognize naruto's feelings towards sasuke?"

Oh I would love to one day write an essay about Kishimoto writing Sakura/Sai observing Naruto/Sasuke. Because there is something really interesting happening in this Chapter and then again after the Pain Arc when Sai is telling her that Naruto loves her so much even though he doesn't and she gets turned down by both Naruto and Sasuke. Then Sai is like a vessel from a readers perspective getting fed spoons of information and I've always wondered if he was a character inspired by a person Kishimoto knew irl. It seems to me Kishimoto really likes Sai (I do too) and he comes to understand their bond more and more but it's a bit frustrating that the earlier ignorance is what anti's grab and use as evidence yet ignore later development. Sakura and Sai love to bullshit each other yet Sai does it unknowingly. Sakura is manipulative, purposefully being ignorant if it means she can stay in Sasuke-kun la-la-land. Kishimoto is a genius writer. I'll fight anyone. I'm sorry if I sound vague, this just takes a bit longer. I've already made a post about her "knowing about SNS" but somehow my blog won't load? Idk maybe it's just my Tumblr. I'll edit this post if it works again I'm sorry ;-; Anyway, Sai confronted Naruto with this information and this was his answer:

Sai confronted Sasuke with this information and this was his answer:

And that is Kishimoto saying: Naruto and Sasuke are not brothers thank you very much.

"When do you think naruto actually understand / recognize his romantic feelings towards sasuke?"

I've always felt that their journeys until the end of the story are about exploration, development, figuring things out. I don't think there really, truly is a moment when there is an "okay now it is romantic"-epiphany. Because what would that mean? Kishimoto can't show us an "Oh shit I think I'm actually really in love with him" panel/scene like that shitshow Hinata-fans got and I'm happy we didn't lmao. Instead we get an entire love-story tbh and I'm okay with that. Maybe if I were to guess (and it would fit the story nicely) is when he turned down Sakura, called her out on her bullshit after he tossed and turned for a whole night thinking about Sasuke, found out the truth about the UCM, had a panic attack, begged for Sasuke's forgiveness and sobbed with his head buried in the snow in front of the Raikage, then set his resolve and felt so confident and resolute that he left his Hitai-ate, went to his own little space with Sasuke to confess how he felt about him and in the end told him he would bear his burdens and die with him. All the while looking content and peaceful regardless of what happened before that. ;-; Because Naruto loves Sasuke.

"Also your arts are beautiful as always ❤️❤️"

Thankyou so much!! I'm happy you like them 🧡🧡

#asktamelee #nancy-8140 #narusasu #sasunaru #sns

[fereldanwench]

(I feel the need to make a small disclaimer: I am going to be talking about my perceptions about the CP77 fandom culture, some of which might be critical in nature, but this is not a call-out post on an individual or community scale. This is just me sharing some personal reflections. I suspect I'm not totally alone in some of this, but as always, YMMV.

Also, pleasepleaseplease do not feel bad or guilty for reaching out to me or tagging me in stuff or whatever--It means a lot to me that folks wanna chat and connect, and normally I'm 100% down, but I just need to clear my head a bit.)

So I've been ruminating a lot over the past few weeks about my ability to maintain a certain level of activity when it comes to fandom stuff, and I've concluded that my fandom social battery is really, really low.

I'm having a hard time keeping up with DMs, I'm having a hard time keeping up with tag games, I'm having a hard time keeping up with asks, I'm having a hard time keeping up with all the awesome stuff y'all are making--I'm just burnt out socially. And normally I would just take a social media break, but I think this is coming from deeper personal issues that a week offline isn't going to fix.

I've never been in a fandom before where I felt like there was this expectation to keep up with just about every single person in the community. It might be a false expectation I'm putting on myself, but given that I've seen other people apologize for not being able to keep up with posts or apologize for not having the spoons to leave nice tags on reblogs, I don't think this is just a me problem.

The CP77 fandom is relatively small compared to many of my other fandoms, like Dragon Age or Mass Effect, which I think can make it feel like keeping up with a good chunk of the community is totally feasible. For instance, I knew I could never dream of seeing all the DA content on Tumblr, so I never even made the effort to, but I know I can probably get just about everyone who posts in the femvfriday hastag by a certain time. So I often felt like I should do that, especially if I posted in the tag that Friday, too.

But the CP77 fandom is also really active, I think in large part due to the accessibility of photomode and virtual photography. I hope it's clear that I'm not saying this to diminish the value of VP, and obviously, everyone's mileage may vary based on personal technique and other artistic experience, but from my perspective, it does in general seem to be a quicker medium than traditional art or fic. I love the creativity of this community, but I actually can't feasibly keep up with everything everyone is doing all the time.

I made sort of a similar post last fall about the self-imposed pressure of having to create new things on a regular basis. At the time, I was grappling with losing a lot of personal time and brain power after having COVID in September and then working overtime in October, and I wasn't able to make stuff at the rate I had previously. I knew it was ridiculous, I knew no one was like "omg wench didn't post today, shame on her," but there was still FOMO on my part. I also felt like I had lost something I had previously had (specifically the time and energy to create) on account of shitty circumstances, which compounded my frustration.

I've been trying to tell myself that feeling guilty for not having the energy to reply to DMs in a timely fashion or to reblog every femvfriday post is just as silly and self-imposed, and that I don't need to explain to anyone that I just don't have the energy to participate like that right now. I've always been a very strong advocate for people using Tumblr how they want, and while yes, doing things like reblogging posts is a great way to connect with other people and show appreciation to fellow creators and I do encourage people who want to be a part of a community to do these things, it should never feel like an obligation. (The commentary on this post absolutely nails it for me.)

But this guilt and anxiety are harder to shake. Even in my very early days in the CP77 fandom, I noticed that it seemed very transactional to me. And to a point that makes sense, and I think is at least somewhat the result of Tumblr's functionality: you are going to be more likely to notice people who notice you and by extension to support people who support you. I don't think it's inherently a bad thing, but I think it can become one if there's no deeper connection after a certain point, especially if people start to feel like there's an imbalance in the transaction.

The gossipy nature of this fandom can make that even worse--It can be pretty easy to notice a drop-off in activity from someone who might have previously been very supportive and then spiral from "it's just because they're busy, it's fine" to "they're not interacting with me anymore because they heard something bad about me and now they hate me." (I've been on both sides of that one.) There are also a lot of assumptions about cliques and friendships and who's interacting with whom because of fandom politics or whatever that add another layer of stress and confusion here.

So for the past few weeks, every time I go to reblog a post or reply to a comment or consider who to tag after doing a tag game, all of this is weighing on me. Even if it's stupid, even if it's self-imposed, this is what is on my mind.

And what that's been resulting in is largely just not wanting to interact at all. Sometimes it would even make me feel guilty about posting my own stuff if I hadn't interacted with anyone else's in a while, as if I need to support other people in order to earn the privilege to share my own work. And this is of course reflective of much deeper issues I have (read: eldest daughter syndrome) than just fandom nonsense--I'm not putting this one on fandom at all--But it's a thing I deal with.

At some point in the past six month or so, I really lost sight of what this blog is really for, and that's for me. I do generally like interacting with the fandom at large, and I like organizing things and sharing resources that I think can be helpful for folks (especially since I really struggled with how much knowledge was locked behind Discord servers), but my blog is not actually a space for the CP77 community. It is for me, first and foremost, and I need to make it for me again.

I don't know exactly what that's gonna look like. I still consider CP77 my main fandom, and I don't really have much inclination to create or engage in other fictional worlds right now so it might not really look that much different. And I'm hoping that by removing some of this stress, it'll actually recharge my social battery so I can be better at doing the fun stuff like chatting about OCs and shippy stuff with friends.

But my activity here will probably be a lot more erratic as I reclaim this as a happy space for myself.

So that's it. And as always, if you read all of my personal problems, thank you, lmao. I know I'm ridiculous, and it's not that serious, and blah blah blah but THIS IS HOW I WORK THROUGH SHIT OKAY thx

#t: wench.txt

[luminous-letters]

Hi! Can i have a oneshot or scenarios with idia? inspired the song "No friends" by Cadmium ? Where the prefect of the ramshackle (reader) noticed that idia doesn't have any friends in outside despite him being a shut-in-otaku, so reader decide they wanted to be friends with Idia, even they're a normie (but they are also a fan of manga/anime lol), they still wants to friends with him so that he wont be lonely.

Reader helps Idia touch some grass (and maybe get some friends in the process)

Idia Shroud was never an outside person. Most of his time was passed with either tinkering with some of the latest magical parts and accessories or a three-hour grind quest on some RPG game.

That didn't change even after he got accepted into Night Raven College.

He didn't have any friends outside of his servers and guilds and he was fine with that. He could manage, he didn't need to listen to their uninteresting chatter. He'd rather spend some time with Ortho.

That sort of mentality carried on until his third year. He was now Ignihyde's housewarden and was in charge of keeping maintenance of the campus' internet.

That was until you, the rumored magicless human that got 'teleported' to this world, came along. Your knowledge of the art of gaming and comics were mediocre at best, but that didn't stop you from bothering him. More often than not he'd find you knocking on his door.

Did he let you in? No.

He underestimated your persistence, it was...annoyingly sweet. When he'd ask you "Why? Why are you still here? Leave me alone?" you'd usually answer with either, "You need some friends." or "Because you're lonely."

His attempts to keep you off his tail were so far so good. He could play a bit more without your constant pestering, or so he thought.

You were even more dangerous (determined) now. And to add insult to injury, Ortho even gave you his blessing. He was tempted to power up the dorm's intruder defense system, but decided against it.

After a week or so he finally gave in. The cold metal doors, the only barrier between him and the outside world, were opened at last. Your sunny disposition was out of place in the bleak and dreary energy of his room.

"W-what do you want...? The meeting already passed a week ago..." He leered, eyeing your rather colorful taste in clothes. He remembered Ortho telling him that it looked cute. In his opinion it looked hideous. Why can't you opt for something that's less of an eyesore, maybe something gray or something—

"You need to go outside, even Ortho's asking me to get you out of your room." You replied, cutting off Idia's stream of thoughts and rambles.

"No." He bluntly replied, quickly trying to retreat to his room. Thump. The sound of his back against the now closed door rang in the ghostly empty halls.

"W-what? Ortho? Ortho...!" Idia called from the comms panel. "Sorry, brother. But MC's right, you need some sunshine! The day's very nice today!" Came Ortho's voice from the static, quickly cutting off transmission after a beep.

"Come on, if you don't like it too much outside you can crash at my dorm." You offered to a still unconvinced Idia.

"Trust me, if you still don't like it after this I won't be pestering you anymore." You seemed honest enough. "Fine..." He sighed. He can't believe he's going to do this.

A few unprecedented hijinks with three of the most extroverted students in the whole of Sage Island, teatime with Riddle, a quick round of TWSTopoly in Octavinelle, and a chase with Lucius later, Idia was comfortably sitting in Ramshacle's sofa with a cold cup of yogurt in hand.

Ortho decided to drop in earlier. The young shroud was happily petting a sleeping Grim, moving his TWSTopoly piece a couple spaces forward.

"This is...nice." Idia commented, taking another spoonful of the blueberry-flavored dessert. He seemed much relaxed now than he was earlier, azure wisps of his flaming hair looked gentle.

"See? It's good to come out once in a while." You chirped, rolling a pair of dice.

This feeling wasn't too bad, he thinks. And he enjoyed seeing you and Ortho having a nice round at TWSTopoly. To go outside was rare for him and was certainly uncomfortable, but you made it all worthwhile. Kudos to you. Three stars. All perfect, level clear!

Maybe having a friend isn't too bad after all.

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[greycaelum]

Yo ! I’d like to request #25 for your new event :D Congratulations on 1k btw 🤍! [Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Baker Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 25: [ List is here ]

—chasing his/her lips after they pull away

Notes & Warning: Satoru and his addiction to sweets, fluff, Word Count: +900

"Yoh~ Thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Frosting

The bells of your kitchen door chimed and Satoru strode in wearing your extra frilly apron, looking proud and all pumped up to start his lesson with you today. Flexing and popping his joints, his towering shadow loomed in front of you.

"You're late," you deadpanned, displeased by his daring grin after making you wait for 15 minutes.

"Awww, 'm sorry Cupcake, I got caught up in the bakery shelf, tehehehe~" his thumb subtly wiped the frosting on the side of his mouth, hoping you didn't see anything. Surely you can't blame him for acting like a glutton when the cinnamon roll you made is a chef kiss—a work of art, it makes him wanna kiss the chef too!

"Would you stop grinning? Get on to work, chop-chop." You kicked his shin and Satoru hissed, rubbing the spot, and went to wash his hand then joined you.

"Separate the egg white and yolk, like this." You crack the egg on the counter and separate them using your hands, "Or maybe you can use the slotted spoon after you put every egg in the bowl."

Satoru observed your slender fingers alternating the delicate egg and getting a perfect yellow yolk. Maybe that's why your hands are just so heavenly soft against his skin. No wonder you wince from time to time when he forgets to control his force, his hands are large and callous that they roughly graze against your dainty ones.

You made your cookie batter while instructing Satoru how to make the cupcake batter.

"Cupcake, I'm done." Satoru set the oven timer and watch you make the frosting for his cupcake.

A bright idea lit up his head.

"How do you know the frosting is ready?" He peeks over your shoulder while the mixer beat the ingredients in the bowl.

"When the mixture is creamy."

"How about the taste?" Satoru pouted, he should've stuffed a croissant or some muffin in his pocket earlier, his hands are tingling to latch on something sweet and feed his sweet tooth. The frosting you're making looks promising and another excuse to mess around with you.

His eyes landed on the stray strand of hair from your ponytail it is kissing your nape and Satoru is having the strong urge to pull your ponytail and tie it himself.

"I think..." You turned the mixer off and dip a teaspoon to taste the frosting. "It's great," you hummed and smiled at Satoru.

"Really?"

You blink at Satoru's dreamy stare, gazing at your lips. Oh, he must want to taste it. You dip the spoon and offered it to him. Satoru quirk a brow and pursed his lips shut.

What's wrong? You look at him in question, usually, he would be licking the spoon and asking for more.

"Let me..." tugging on your apron, Satoru held your hand with the spoon you were offering and delivered it to his mouth, licking the confectionary he delve down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, wetting your lower lip, asking for permission.

The moist sweetness coated your lips, melting down between Satoru's kisses. Pliantly parting your lips you accepted the offering, letting Satoru explore your cavern whilst sharing the sugary aftertaste of his lips and the frosting. His hand found your hips, kneading and circling his thumb as you moan.

"Very sweet," Satoru chuckled when you push him away to breathe.

"That's how you should taste the frosting," He teased tilting your chin up, and dipping his finger in the bowl, smearing the white frosting on your lips, then descended his head down to chase your soft lips back‚ but in a much deeper kiss that, inevitably melted you against him, he lightly tugged at your hair, all while gently nipping at your bottom tender lip. Instinctively you twined your arms around your lover's neck.

"Unfocused student." You breathe between your kisses while Satoru pepper the corner of your mouth with feather-soft kisses.

"Me?..." Satoru teased "Really?" and seals in each word in each kiss he gives on your swollen lips. "My," a kiss "Whipped," one more, "Teacher," and another.

You pouted. There's no use to this lesson. With Satoru starting his frivolous antics it'll be hard to get anything done.

Satoru's smirk widened and hummed, he motioned to dip his finger in the bowl but you move and shove it away. Satoru dramatically gasp at your denial and whined in protest. Pushing you against the counter, trapping you between his body and legs on your sides while he reaches for the bowl you're trying to move away from his long limbs.

"Enough!" You hissed he's practically crushing you underneath him.

"Bleh," he stuck his tongue out and press you down the counter, grinding your bodies as he gets his hands on the bowl and stole it from your hand.

Capturing your lips in a sweet fleeting kiss he dots the frosting on the tip of your nose.

"Hehehe, I'll be on the bread shelf Baby!" He ran away with the bowl clutch on his chest.

"Satoru come back here you frosting thief!"

"But I already paid you with kisses! Love you Cupcake!" He yelled back and you can hear the bread shelf opening and Satoru's delighted sound of eating.

Seems like you have to make him work harder by making batches of cinnamon rolls.

—GreyCaelum

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. I feel lucky that it was a Friday. And because of that I did not have a ton to do or expectations so when I woke up at 7 miserable, I was able to sleep for two more hours and go into work late.

The issue was that my nose got all scabby after the two nose bleeds I had yesterday. And then I did not breathe right all night. I was just exhausted and miserable. And would have been useless if I tried to go to work.

When my alarm went off and James came in the room I told them I needed to sleep. And reset my alarm for 9 and went back to sleep.

When I woke up I felt a lot better. I would wash up and make the bed and got dressed. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and grabbed my sewing machine and I was off.

I had texted Alexi to let her know I was still coming in so I wasn't in a rush. And it wasn't a bad drive. When I got to camp at 10 I would drive directly up to the arts building. I did not want to get distracted by anything.

I would spend the next couple hours sewing. I had to remake all the double bean bags so I worked on cutting out the shapes I needed. I did not have a good leather needle so the plan was to just sew as gently as possible. And I was lucky! My needle held up until literally the last inch of sewing at the end of the day when I got home. Amazing.

And I had fun. Using the leather scraps was a new challenge. Like I had mended a few things in leather before, but actually planning and cutting and stuff was new. And it was trial and error for sure. You need to allow a lot more material for flipping then I'm used to. And there is a curve to the whole thing. But it was fun.

I would watch body cam footage of traffic stops all day. Which sounds bizarre but it was all about what codes the police were or were not violating and I was just learning a lot. I did get upset when a guy started crying after getting punched in the face when he legitimately did not do anything. Just heading him cry broke my heart.

I would make great progress on my work but it was time consuming. I would take breaks to work on my personal projects. Including the two bags I was making. One is a crescent bag and one is a tote. And they werent much more straight forward, but I was more comfortable with the weirdness of making bags so it was all good.

Once my bean bags were done,I trimmed them all down where needed, and then flipped them. And then it was time to fill them with rocks. The old bean bags had small pebbles in them. Except one. When I cut this one open it was filed with moldy, rotting beans. It was horrible and I was horrified by the smell. I bagged them up and disposed of them but Jesus was it gross.

I would use a spoon to fill the beanbags. Until they were pretty even. And then sewed them shut and I'm very pleased. Also didn't break my needle on any rocks. I had to keep myself from taking any of the rocks which were very pretty. But I did not take any. Slippery slope taking the pretty rocks.

I would start working on the straps for the bags at this point but I was really struggling and so I decided to take a break and finally walk down to the office. Where I found Heather and she told me that there was going to be some changes to the lab office and we're going to be moving desks and stuff and I'm really excited to see what happens. But I also said I do not care where I am and if they would just give me a hotspot I could just stay in the art building forever and it would not matter. And she was like that is a possibility. But also I think they like hey man me too so I don't think that they really want to get rid of me. It will be good though because Heather and Elizabeth are going to move into Chris's office and they deserve to have a door that they can close so I think this makes sense. And then we'll just work on changing the layout and making it more conducive for how many people are going to be working on there now.

We've been also just chat about the day. She told me that at 1:00 she would like me to go up to the hacienda and help Sarah and Dachelle tables and chairs for the wedding today. Apparently the grandparents for the wedding party showed up at 9:45. Weddings don't have access to those spots until 2:00 p.m. And then they were frustrated that everything wasn't clean and ready yet. But we only promised that that would be done by 2:00 p.m. So at 1:00 Heather asked if I could go over and help. Of course.

Until then though I worked on my straps and I did finish one. I ended up just making it the same way I usually make fabric ones by rolling in the edges and sewing them down and I think it looks pretty good. And then I would walk over to the pool house. Where I ended up being the only one who showed up. It was fine though I did not need too much help to spray down tables and chairs. The grandma's that were over there were really sweet and very nice to me. And I texted Heather to ask her to bring paper towels and when she brought them over she wiped down all the chairs while I finished up the tables and then we started sweeping outside and getting rid of leaves and spider webs. I really enjoyed talking to Heather and we talked about some projects and some ideas for next week since well we do have a group it is going to be pretty light with only about 2 hours a day of activity. So I have some painting projects to the next week and I really enjoy that so it's going to be great.

I did struggle with getting the leaves to sweep into my little dustbin. And then I dropped my dustbin over the side of the wall and had to climb over it and go down the hill. But we made it a much neater space and I was pretty pleased with that. And then I was free to go back to the art building and do my stuff.

On my walk over there I helped some wedding guests who were lost getting to the lodge and then I went to finish my bags and I'm very pleased with how they came out. I did decide that the crescent bag needed a zipper but I did not have any zippers at camp which was really surprising because I thought I did. But that's okay. I instead used my time to finish all of the edges which are hot glued down but I think works. And once I finish that I would work on wrapping a few of my hoops. I got one big one and one small one done and I untangled a bunch of the yarn to be ready for later. But my phone was dying so then I had to do the office.

I would hang out down there for about 45 minutes. Just working on less and stuff and chatting with Heather about a field trip me and her want to take to Irvine to go to an indigenous people's month festival. Possibly to get in contact with the people that help make their long house in 2016 to help make us a new longhouse here. And then it was just chatting about the weekend and how me and James are going to DC. And then I spent a few minutes putting together banker boxes and moving some three ring binders and then it was time for me to go.

The plan for an evening was for me and James to get dressed up to go and have dinner at Matthews. We thought it would be silly because it's our anniversary tomorrow. So it's our anniversary weekend. And we love Matthews and it just felt right. So I would drive home. And there was traffic but it only added like less than 10 minutes to my drive. And when I got back here I would figure out what I was wearing and then waited for James to get back. And we both got changed and then we went to dinner.

And it was a really good dinner. We always get the same thing and all the waitresses smiled real big ass when we came in because they were like oh my God you haven't been here forever. Not that they said that but you could tell that they were like oh you're here again! And that felt nice. And I did tell her waitress that it was our anniversary and she thought that was awesome and she said that she's been married for 54 years and I said it would be a blessing to be married to James for that long. Take some pictures outside and I just felt really happy.

After dinner we came back home. And listen to a podcast and enjoy each other's company. And when we got back here James would get on a call with their friends to play D&D and I sat in the room with them and played animal crossing for a bit. I invited peaches the horse to my vacation island and made her a house that she wanted to be a shrine to roundness. I do not exactly know what that means but I had fun doing it. Sweet pea and me cuddled while I played and he was only mildly annoying. But I was having a good time.

And then I went to go finish my bag.

I got literally to that last inch before the needle broke. But I did get the zipper in it was very difficult. And it's not perfect. The ends of the zipper are kind of messy looking and it's not perfect but it's a great size and I'm going to try to use it tomorrow when we go to DC and see how it works. Hopefully it says comfortable as I think it will be.

And now that that's done I have showered and I am in bed and I am ready to go to sleep. It has been a very nice day and I feel very lucky that me and James have made it to one year of marriage and we are still so happy. I love you all. Wish us luck tomorrow. I hope you are safe.

[achaiapelides]

Kit's Diary

Chapter 7

Dear Ty,

today, Leo and Sam visited after school, so I guess you might want me to tell you about that.

We had sport again today, but I didn't almost die this time because our teacher decided to teach us how to use a Waveboard instead of doing something too straining.

Afterwards I had art. The teacher, Miss Gabriels, really thought she could convince me, that I'm good at painting. She gave us a box with folded papers in it. We had to draw three of them out of the box. On each paper was a word and we were supposed to paint something that involved all three words. I got spoon, dice and chicken. I spend the rest of the first hour thinking about what I should paint, until Leo, who was already done with her first painting, suggested I could draw a bowl full of chicken soup with dice noodles and a soon on the side. I tried to paint it with watercolours and... eh... Miss Gabriels couldn't quite guess what it's supposed to be. But she said I should try abstract art. To my defense, I never tried to paint with watercolours, so it's not my fault.

After art we had maths again, the teacher made us watch a video he made about the topic and then gave us some tasks we have to do for Monday.

Then Leo, Sam and I went to my place, because Tessa invited them for lunch. They both immediately fell in love with Mina and Mina declared them her new best friends. Like she didn't tell me that I'm her best friend yesterday. So loyal... I see.

Anyways, after lunch I showed them our library and since Leo said that we would look really smart, when we did our homework in the library, so we decided to do that and spend the whole time in the library in the library, trying to answer our analysis questions for English, while laughing at our attempts to impersonate the two love birds. We also researched on the books and movies for the history project and it was quickly decided that, since we all wanted to read something about the Elizabethan Age, we would work together. We found some books about Elizabeth I:

- The Virgin's Lover by Philippa Gregory

- The Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn by Robin Maxwell

- Legacy by Susan Kay

- Elizabeth I by Margaret George

- The Tournament by Matthew Reilly

Now we just have to choose which one we like best. I think the first two are the most interesting. We decided to read the summaries of the books, choose one and decide on Monday together which one we will choose.

After that we ended our homework session and went to my room. I don't remember who had that idea, but we decided to play "never have I ever", but without alcohol because, you know, we're all still underage.

At 7 pm on point, Mina interrupted us, because she wanted to show Sam and Leo our house. If you never saw Cirenworth before, you should know, it's big. Very big. So, we spend the next hour following Mina around the house and afterwards ate dinner.

Before they left, Tessa allowed Leo to borrow some books from our library, and guess which books she took? Sherlock Holmes! I didn't even know we had them. When we see eachother again, you need to read them. There are probably also annotations from whoever read it before in it.

~

Sorry, I had to interrupt here, Mina wanted me to read her a goodnight story. She's so cute. Way more cute than all the other toddlers I've seen. But I might be biased as her brother. Did you also think Tavvy was cute when he was younger?

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have children. Would we have children if we were together in future? They surely would be cute. Just think about a little you. Awwwww.

Okay, stop simping Kit!

I'm sorry. That was way to cheesy. I'm going to bed now.

Love,

Kit

Now I do need your help: Which of the books would you read?

#shadowhunters #cassandra clare #the dark artifices #the shadowhunter chronicles #the wicked powers #kit herondale #tsc #kit x ty #christopher herondale #christopher jonathan herondale #kit blackthorn #ty x kit #kitty #kit's diary #ty blackthorn #ty herondale #tiberius nero blackthorn #tiberius blackthorn #tda

[deobi-scenes]

December 21st-- lee s.y.

(pt. 2 of friday the 13th)

genre | heartbreak au

word count | —

notes | Sorry for being inactive the past few months. I had too much on my plate and lost the drive to write. Hopefully, I’ll catch up and make up for it this winter. Stay safe and warm everyone! Always remember, you are loved.

———

y/n’s POV

The sun was shining, brighter than it ever was and yet, I still felt gray inside.

I was staring at my calendar for a good few minutes now. I focused my attention to the date that had hearts all over it together with the label, 'Sangyeon and Y/N Day!' 💚

" Today was supposed to be our anniversary." I quietly mumbled biting my lip; refraining myself from pouring out any unwanted emotion.

'It's just like any other day, suck it up.' I said, mentally scolding myself for acting this way.

"honey, it's time for lunch." my mom called knocking on my bedroom door making me lose my trance

"n-ne." I said breathing deep and went outside to join my mom for lunch.

" thank you for the meal." I said before digging in. Well, I sort of kept pushing my food back and forth because I didn't have any appetite at all.

" is there something wrong honey? Do you want me-"

" ani, eomma. It's fine. I'm just a bit under the weather." I weakly smiled finally eating a spoonful of rice

It was a peaceful and quiet time until my mom decided to speak up, mentioning him.

" It's almost Christmas and I still haven't heard of Sangyeon. By this time around, he would be excited putting up the decorations."

" He's just busy with his schedules mom. It's Gayo season." I explained.

I hated lying most especially to my mom but I couldn't bear to tell him that he and I broke up.

They loved him as if he was already a part of the family. They even bought him his Christmas present already.

Other than that lame excuse, I was still in denial by the fact that we already broke up.

It has already been a month but my heart and mind cannot accept the fact that we were over.

"oh, is that so? Ask him when he's free so he can help me with decorating. He's the only one with a good eye for art around here. I need to see if it's Sangyeon approved."

"n-ne. Mom, why don't I just help you instead? I mean, he might be really busy. I could just send him the pictures to see whether or not it's Sangyeon approved."

I felt my heart sink when his name came out of my mouth. Luckily, I managed to keep a straight face in front of my mom who already had her eyebrow raised at me.

"okay, whatever you say so." She said standing up and washing the used plates we just used

" I'll be in my room if you need me." I said quietly excusing myself from the table

I felt so lost right now. Yes, I was in the comfort of my own home but everything felt so foreign.

Finally lying on my bed and staring up in my ceiling, I plugged in my airpods and listened to some happy playlist on Spotify.

Despite the music blasting through the airpods my world still felt silent. I still felt sad.

'snap out of it, y/n. He's not coming back.'

———

Sangyeon's POV

"hyung, let's eat." Hyunjae spoke softly while knocking at the door of my room.

"I'll be out in a while."

hearing the boy sigh from the other end of the door made my heart hurt but there was nothing more painful than losing y/n.

I'm sure the pain that she was feeling was hundred times more than what I was feeling.

Finally going out of the room, I was greeted by worried and surprised faces.

Juyeon was walking behind me and gave me a pat before taking his place on the table.

" let's eat!" he finally said opening the containers of food our dorm auntie prepared for us.

It was a peaceful and quiet lunch. Nobody spoke a word but I felt their eyes glued on me.

" I'm fine, guys. I won't kill myself." I said finally putting down my spoon and looking at them.

" you are basically dead." Changmin spoke taking the used dishes from the three of us.

rolling my eyes at him, Younghoon could only look at me with his usual puppy eyes.

" what?"

" hyung, you really have to pull yourself together. Everyone is getting worried about you. Remember we have a lot of schedules until the end of the year. We don't want you getting sick. If y/n-"

the three guys looked at each other worriedly after mentioning y/n. As much as I wanted to tell them that it was fine, hearing her name made me feel at peace and rattled at the same time.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." I said to them without saying another word.

I was sitting on my bed when suddenly Haknyeon went inside together with a tub of ice cream. If I was on the mood, I could've swore I would nag at him.

" we.... just ate?" I looked at him confused

Haknyeon on the other hand was busy devouring the tub of ice cream on his lap.

" you want some?" he asked, handing over a spoon from his pocket.

" no, I'm fine. Besides, I can't eat cold things." I said scrolling through my pictures.

I stumbled upon y/n and I's picture taken during our last anniversary.

'She looks so happy.'

other than my members, y/n was my source of strength. She was just a ball of sunshine who lifted everyone's mood up. With all the positive things I could say to her, the remaining time of this day won't be enough.

———

y/n's POV

Finally having the courage to go outside, I went out and saw a bouquet in front of my doorstep. Yellow tulips - my favorite.

" I guess it's from yeonnie." my mom said walking by past me.

I smiled blankly and picked up the bouquet. I peeked inside and there was a note.

" noona,

I snooped at Sangyeon hyung's phone and saw this on his cart. It's probably for you. I know today was supposed to be your anniversary but things happened.

We all miss you. He misses you A LOT.

Anyway, I hope you like mine and Eric's little gift. See you soonest!

x Sunwoo and Eric."

I smiled at the note. Despite their crazy antics, Sunwoo and Eric never fail to lift my mood up.

I went inside and was greeted by eomma's excited voice.

"y/n look! It's Sangyeon!" she said pointing at the flatscreen tv in front of her.

As much as I didn't want to look at him right now, I had to muster up the courage to pretend that everything was fine.

" The B, you have waited for a long time right? Instead of singing our song 'Candles' please allow us to sing a crowd favorite. Merry Christmas." Sangyeon spoke as the background music of the song played.

---

Sangyeon's POV

" thank you for allowing me to sing this." I said to the group while waiting for our cue to go on stage.

Originally, we were supposed to sing Thrill Ride and Candles but because today was y/n and I's supposed to be anniversary, I just felt like I could do this the very least to show her how much I love her.

At first, the staff and the production were hesitant because of the mood the song set but together with the rest, we’ve managed to convince them that we’ll make it work.

“ of course hyung. We have your back, not matter what.” Kevin said giving me a reassuring smile.

“The Boyz please standby on stage.” the production staff said ushering us to the stage.

As soon as we stepped on stage, loud cheers were heard.

Before the music started, the guys looked at me and signaled that I should say something.

" The B, you have waited for a long time right? Instead of singing our song 'Candles' please allow us to sing a crowd favorite. Merry Christmas." I said waiting for the background music of the song to be played.

‘I hope you’re watching this y/n.’

——

y/n’s POV

As much as I wanted to hold it in, I just couldn’t.

the emotions I’ve kept to myself all gushed out as soon as I heard his voice.

“is everything alright sweetie?”

“ no, it’s a merry bad ending.”

#tbz imagines #tbz fanfic #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfic #sangyeon #jacob bae #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #q #ju haknyeon #sunwoo #eric sohn #the boyz

[thefloatingstone]

*Reads Response to Vampire Question* A couple of follow up questions if you are of the mind. I take it the first Vampire Hunter D movie didn't do it for you? Are you familiar with Vampire the Masquerade and Vampire the Requiem? You mention modern goth vs folkloric context and the two straddle the line. Although with their focus on retaining humanity and the fight against the inner Beast it's more Romantic horror than romance horror. What did Ann Rice do?

The first Vampire Hunter D movie is too rough around the edges even for me. I understand it's a cornerstone of early 80s anime but despite being a big fan of anime from this era, I just can't get behind it. Amon Amano's art style just did not gel properly with whichever studio made the first one and you can see the movie wrestling with itself, trying to figure out how to have Amano's art style AND a more traditional 80s anime style at the same time and it just doesn't work. Same goes for its use of colour.

It also doesn't help that it was clearly made for very cheap, which gives it an overall amateur look in a way which might have been charming but once again trying to apply Amano's art style makes it just not work. And it's not because Amano's art style CAN'T work in anime because that's clearly been disproven not only by Bloodlust but also by Angel's Egg.

As for Vampire the Masquerade, it just doesn't do it for me. It's VERY 90s goth in its approach to vampires and leans heavily into the things I don't find interesting about vampires. That being the whole different factions and how these factions interact with each other and this whole vampire underground society and I'm just not into the entire aesthetic of it. At least not for Vampires. I might enjoy it from the perspective of the late 90s goth scene, but that's an entirely different headspace to be in. But as far as "Vampire" lore goes, it's basically just Anne Rice's take on vampires again.

Speaking of which; it is WAY too long a topic to go into here and I don't have the spoons for it today, but if you want to know about Anne Rice's many crimes here's a post detailing everything she's done to harm other writers and the fandom community as a whole;

I'll reblog the post itself after I answer this ask as well because it's important.

#C-Puff answers

[smallraindrops-blog]

Can I have some Fem!Sargent teaching Zagreus the art of quick wits as they told him while having time off and went adventuring she ran to Theseus and told him " He a fucking prick and his dick is small for that ego of his, shrewd his ass a new one Zagreus "

To add in she didn't know there was an orical of it and the rewards is two Titan blood

Twice shy

Word count:700

Gen/no ship

Warnings: Cursing, no beta

Notes: Hey! Thank you for waiting and I hope you enjoy this! 

~

Sergeant bit a laugh, as Zagreus cleared his throat. The house was oddly peaceful today. Even the lounge which was normally bustling was quiet and she thought maybe she had overheard the cook talking about trying out new recipes.

The ever classy Lady Nyx was gone, leaving only her roses in her stead. 

Lucky Sergeant hadn't any to chase off any daring shades who hoped to pluck one of them. Yet.

“Try again, my friend.” She told Zagreus. She had a soft spot for the boy, wishing that she had taken more time to learn her Ma’s cooking. There was something about Zagreus that made her want to put some meat on his bones. 

But if nothing else she could help him deal with a bully.  “Trust me, nothing can cut a small man down like insulting his pecker can.”

It took him a few times to say it without stumbling then she had him do it faster. Over and over until ‘dick’ no longer sounded like a word.

“Mother Nyx would wash out my mouth right now, if she heard what I said.” Zagreus said, shooting an uneasy glance over his shoulder. 

You hummed, not disagreeing. She wouldn’t be wrong to do so. Sergeant’s normally sweet Ma had used the bar of soap on her plenty of times. Not that it did any good. 

“Then best get along before she comes back.” Sergeant told him, tipping up her helmet. “Tell me it goes.” 

Later, Zagreus came back, frustration on his face. “I need to practice. Gods, I just take one look at his face and I lose my cool a bit.”

Sergeant gave a yawn, “Understandable. Alrightie, from the top.”

~

Sergeant wasn’t planning on coming along, really. The one boat ride had been all she needed to see of the underworld. 

Yet when Zagreus had turned those puppy dog eyes on her, she was incapable of saying no. So here she was eyeing Charon’ wares in the beautiful Elysium while Zagreus hum and haw over the glowing boons. 

She wasn’t entirely sure of the wisdom of infusing a glowing thing with one’s body but hey what did she know? 

Eventually they made their way to fight. And she got the dubious honor of a front row seat.

“Wait two against one?” Sergeant blinked as the announcer called out the names of Zagreus’ opponents. She couldn’t curl of distaste of her mouth when she saw Theseus for the first time. He looked like every little spoon fed rich boy Sergeant ever met that thought she would drop to her knees for them just because they were bankrolled by their granpappy’ dirty money. 

Sergeant took a deep breath then in her bootcamp voice, she yelled out over the crowd. “Come one Zagreus! Teach him what asswhooping feels like!” 

It caught Blondie’ attention and he scoffed, “Oh does the little hellspawn needed to pay someone to cheer for him? Gods knows your father never will in his disappointment of a son.”

And oooh, that shouldn’t pissed her off as much as it did. No wonder even a sweet boy like Zagreus couldn't keep his mouth shut.

“Hey, blondie. Yeah you little worm! Theseus, he is a fucking prick and his dick is small for that ego of his, shrewd his ass a new one Zagreus!”

Theseus’ mouth dropped in stock as he stared at Sergeant. His bull was just quiet, his head slowly turning to look at his companion. The nearby shades were stunned into silence, then a giggle broke followed by loud laughter. Sergeant bit back a smirk, jetting out her chin to him. 

Then with a grin, Zagreus charged.

~

“Here you go.” Zagreus handed over the prize and Sergeant tried not to grimace. “My friend, why are you giving me blood?”

“It is titan blood. Use it on your weapons and it makes them more powerful. And it is my thanks for shutting Theseus up for once.” Zagreus said with a laugh, oblivious to Sergeant’ looks of distaste. It might be useful, she told herself. If just a little gross

“Got any more insult you could teach me?” Zagreus asked.

“That,” Sergeant repiled as she tucked the prize away, “I can do, my friend.”

#Sergeant tag #asks and requests