#winter hikes are kinda fun

[heyabbyhello]

It’s just a little snowy❄️

#me #I am frozen #winter hikes are kinda fun #Tahoe

[moonstruckme]

hi mae !! im currently in love with eddie, so i was wondering if you could write an eddie x fem!reader drabble, where they're in a long distance relationship and are finally getting to see each other in person again after a while of being apart? if isnt something youre interested in, i understand :))

Hi gorgeous, thank you for requesting!!

cw: mention of weed (Eddie deals but they're not smoking)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

Eddie likes to think of himself as erring on the wild side, but you know he sticks to his routines the same as a crotchety old man. And even though he’s graduated from high school, he still deals to a few of the kids he knew when he was there. You’re lucky; you step into the woods behind the school right as the buyer is leaving, a scraggly kid whose head bobs as he walks and who looks at you like you might go tattle to his parents. You’re too excited to take offense. 

Eddie’s still sitting at his picnic table, one leg hiked up on the bench like he’s thinking of climbing up, closing the clasps of the tin lunchbox he keeps his stash in. He doesn’t startle as you come up behind him, just turns with a half interested look in his eyes. 

A laugh bubbles out of you when they widen comically. 

“Hey,” you say, picking up your pace to cross the distance to him. 

“Holy fuck.” Eddie nearly trips getting out of his seat. He leaves the lunchbox behind. “Jesus, what the fuck?” 

“Glad to see you too,” you laugh, putting your arms around him. 

And you know from experience that Eddie’s a fantastic hugger, but this one is a bit of a scramble. He’s rushed, greedy, hands starting at your sides and then wriggling their way across your back until he’s got you where he wants you. Pulled tight against him with his arms banded across the high and low points of your back, face pressed into your shoulder, your feet still touching the ground but just barely. The whole production makes your chest hurt, a gratifying ache.

“What are you doing here?” It sounds almost like an accusation, muffled affectionately into the material of your shirt. 

You can’t stop giggling. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose. “Crazy thing,” you reply, “they actually let us have summers off.” 

Eddie’s funny in that he almost never asks the right questions. The last time you’d seen him had been during winter break, and when you’d gone back to school and been calling every night, he only asked about your life there. Always what you were doing and how much fun you were having, infinitely sweet in his support of your college experience even if he couldn’t share in it, and in his curiosity he’d somehow forgotten to wonder when you might be coming home again. 

“Okay, smartass.” He gives you a happy little squeeze. “How long do I get you for?” 

“Until August.” 

Eddie makes a delighted moaning sound that sets your giggles off all over again. 

“Yes.” His tone evokes the feeling of a fist-pump without the follow-through of the actual motion, but his hands slip from around you. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. “Fuck yeah!” 

You’re grinning massively as you meet him kiss for kiss, arms crawling up around his shoulders. 

“Best. Surprise. Ever.” He holds you still for a series of quick pecks, deviating from your lips to kiss your cheek, your nose. “Shit, is it, like, super unromantic if I start taking your clothes off?” 

“Kinda,” you say, though you don’t deny him when one of his hands slips down to paw at your ass. “We’re maybe fifty feet from a high school right now.” 

“Mhm, mhm, but hear me out.” Eddie’s words are interspersed with little suctioning sounds, his lips planting themselves eagerly upon any bit of you they can find. “Back when we went here, that would have been the hottest thing, you know? We can even go under the bleachers if you want.” 

You don’t open your eyes, but they’re rolling. “My ovaries are quaking.” 

Eddie groans low in his throat and squeezes your ass teasingly. “So stubborn.” 

“We can go back to your place,” you offer. 

“No, no.” He sighs, heavy and dramatic. “We’d have to drive, and I’m not ready to be across a console from you yet.” Eddie backs you up until your backside hits the picnic table, helping you up and positioning himself between your legs. His arms wrap around you again, half makeout and half hug. “Let’s stay here for a while. Wouldn’t be able to focus on the road anyway.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x self insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fandom #stranger things x reader

[joenotexotic99]

Camping with easy company pt: 1

Warnings: fluff, Leibgott is a little suggestive.

Masterlist

Dick winters

- he's the one who makes a planer before you leave. Making sure everything was planned to a tea. When you find your spot he's immediately getting the tent set up and sleeping bags rolled out and wood for the fire ready. But once he's set things up it he would take you on the most fun adventures. Def makes you where sunscreen.

"Its beautiful dick"

"Not as beautiful as you"

"Shut up winters"

Lewis nixon

-for lewis he likes to play it by ear. Just is enjoying his vacation. If you get a dog he'll bring the dog with the two of you. Will definitely make s'mores every night. Will try and sneak into your sleeping bag. His excuse is that it's for warmth. You let him, let's be honest. Here me out. Having a picnic. It's probably nothing pinterest worthy but it's special either way.

"We definitely needed this"

"That we did sweetheart"

Eugene roe

-He's nervous about everything. He's very cautious. Makes sure you wear your sunscreen and bug spray. Always has bandages and neosporin on him. You have to tell him to relax and enjoy the vacation. Poor man just cares about you. You always drag him on hikes and adventures. He protests but deep down he likes it.

"Darling I told you to let me help you put sunscreen on your back"

"Just put the aloe on would ya"

Joseph liebgott

-so much fun omg. Istg you immediately turned into teenagers as soon as the trip started. You two made it your mission to make the getaway as fun as possible. Swimming in rivers and lakes. Hiking, fishing, games, climbing. Tent sex. Going back to your day job after was like hell on earth. Definitely had so many bug bites and sunburns and cuts and bruises when it was over.

"Jesus Christ I need a shower"

"Let me know if ya need help in there sweetheart"

"I'm literally filthy Leibgott, how are you horny?"

Ron Speirs

-It definitely takes him a moment to adjust to camping. But once he does he you can see the weight on his shoulders come off. Unlike Liebgott he's more of read by the lake kinda guy. Take mid day naps. God please let that man rest. One thing I firmly believe in is the fact that he knows how to make a bomb ass campfire hot dog. I can see you guys going Stargazing or cloud watching.

"That's clearly an alligator"

"In what way? It's a horse look at it"

"I love you speirs but you're wrong"

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #Eugene roe x reader #Joseph liebgott x reader #ron speirs x reader #dick winters #eugene roe #joseph liebgott #ronald speirs

[mail-me-a-snail]

oc interview: ✨✨vance✨✨

thank you to @swearingcactus AND @glitchinginthegarden AND!! @v-eats-bugs for tagging me !! finally got to sit down and answer this :3

let's hit it !

🧡 Name?

"Just call me V."

his first chosen name was penn, but he started going by vance after his medical transition. he doesn't give it out freely bc that was the name arasaka knew him by; he doesn't mention his surname, either, bc it's a pretty prominent one with much of its members still working for the megacorp in question.

🧡 Nickname?

"...Well, last I checked, 's still V."

apart from "mano" from jackie, vance doesn't have much in terms of nicknames. his old netrunning handle was N3tH0und (net hound); it's a retired username that's been largely scrubbed from the net, but sometimes he signs his major hacks with it just to fuck with people. it's a ghost's name, and it's fun to haunt the net only when he knows for certain that it can't be traced back to him.

🧡 Gender?

"Guy! Never been asked that outright before."

🧡 Star sign?

"'s not my scene--can't say I know much about it--but Misty's got me down as a Cancer, whatever that means. Says that's probably why I'm, er, so 'intuitive', as she called it. You ask me, that's just the merc work--bein' able to read a room, that is."

i first drew vance on july 7, 2023, so i consider that his birthday. like vance, i have no idea how being a cancer applies to him, but google says cancers are loyal, domestically inclined, and committed to their loved ones, so that sounds about right!

🧡 Height?

"Six flat. Johnny's pretty sure I'm taller than 'im...but he's slouchin' all the time, so don't think he's got a say in it."

🧡 Orientation?

"Usually go for other guys. But I guess the definition of that is pretty loose these days, 'specially in NC, huh. The hell does it matter to me if you've got certain...parts. If you're a guy, you're a guy, and if you're down, I'm down, y'know?"

vance is a gay man with a preference for masculine-identifying individuals. like he said, if you identify as a "guy" in any form, then that's good enough for him. he's not one to talk about having "appropriate" parts, and he thinks it's dumb that they're gendered in the first place. he's not usually looking for anything serious and he's more than okay with just being an input and having one as well.

🧡 Nationality/ethnicity?

"Nay's Indian. Tay's Filipino. Ya ask anyone, I look more like my mom."

nanay and tatay are the filipino words for mother and father, respectively. vance has a very limited grasp of either language but he at least knows that much from his dad's mother tongue.

🧡 Favorite fruit?

"Oh, man, 's been a while--this one time when I was growin' up, think I was ten or eleven, 'Saka sent Dad a basket of 'ganic fruit. For his 50 years o' service, I think it was. Anyway, had my first apple then. What I wouldn't fuckin' give for one right now."

he likes fuji apples the best :3

🧡 Favorite season?

"Gotta be winter. I got to go a lot of places back in '65--Europe, mostly--an' most of them were snowy. Loved seein' my breath fog up. You don't get that here. You get hot rains and the pavement steamin'--guess it's pretty, in its way, with all the city's neon shinin' through the rain.

"But it ain't a real winter without snow."

🧡 Favorite flower?

"If ya hike it out to the Badlands in the summer, you'll find these little white flowers blooming on the cacti; Net says they're called Saguaro blooms. I like their...tenacity, I 'spose."

"But if I had to give ya a traditional answer...blue hydrangeas. Maya--she used to grow 'em in her apartment, still don't know how she did it--she gave me some blooms for my birthday back in '70. A welcome home kinda thing. Don't got her green thumb, so they died a week later...but they were real pretty. Somethin' to look forward to comin' home to."

🧡 Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

"Coffee--can't say it works for me, though."

he likes all three and refuses to drink his coffee black. he will put so much milk and creamer in that cup that it might as well be a dessert. johnny is disgusted (affectionate).

🧡 Average hours of sleep?

"...Hours, plural?"

vance is a champ at power naps and between the relic and an insomnia left over from his arasaka days, he doesn't get to bed much. if you do somehow get him into bed by morning, however, be prepared to not see him until near-evening the next day.

🧡 Dog or cat person?

note: those 10,000 photos are just the ones he has on his phone; do not look at the cloud where his kiroshi photos are stored.

🧡 Dream trip?

"...Was actually, erm, thinkin' of--well, when we get all this shit sorted out--I was thinkin'...might bring Johnny somewhere colder. Somewhere with snow. Said he hasn't seen snow before, so, I-unno, thought he might like it out there."

please take this time to imagine johnny in his android body nuzzled up to vance in the snow, red-faced and, for the first time in a long time, in awe. they're going to have hot chocolate later in some cabin vance rented out for the season--but right now, they're watching their shared breath cloud together in the air, simpatico even in this.

🧡 Favorite fictional character?

"Oh, oh--there's this real old holovid I used to loop when I was fifteen. 's fucked how they got most of it right. Anyhow, Rick Deckard. I used to think he was so damn cool."

deckard, with his big-collared jacket and general gruffness, was definitely one of vance's transition goals. that, and he watched br2049 right after--with how deckard was treating K, vance started projecting Really Fucking Heavily on K. like wow! you're a total killing machine with a father who just might love you. that's crazay man. could not be me

🧡 Number of blankets you sleep with?

"Run pretty warm as it is already, so just the one. Like the...texture of it, as it were. The weight o' it."

get this man a weighted blanket please god. i think it would fix him. alternatively, just lay on top of him and he'll be happy.

🧡 Random fact?

"I used to klep a lotta shit when I was a kid. Wires, chips, motherboards--mostly tech, really, from the vendin' machines and bus stops 'round the city. Sold 'em for a pretty eddie down in Heywood; got no buyers in the Hill, not when we could all afford the tech those Heywood kids were tryin' to kitbash together in the first place. Don't really know why I did it.

"To strike out, maybe? Maybe I liked the challenge. There's somethin' about makin' a machine give its own parts to you; get a vending machine to dispense its motherboard, a bus stop sign its LED, and ya feel like ya can make anythin' bend to your will."

--

thank you again for the tags!! this was a lot of fun to do :3

tagging @netripper , @knuckle-cluster, @matapang-coffee, and

@nakitengoku AND whoever else would like to do this! no pressure to do so ofc!!

if u ever dont want to be tagged in these kinds of posts, just lmk!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cbp2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #male v #digital art #doodle #mine #my art #vance #WHOOWEE this was a long one but i had a lot of fun doing it #hes so dead wife core here tbh

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 4

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,9k

18+, minors do not interact

After a week or so, you got your assignment back. You happily jumped in your bed, seeing an A. Not only did you get a great score, Professor Shinazugawa pointed out some minor mistakes, but apart from that, he sent you a lengthy email about your additional work. He was impressed that you went through with it and was overall pleased with the effects. He also wrote that he will remember about that while giving you the final pass.

Fall was hitting hard. The days became shorter and shorter, rain and wind attacking your window. The seasonal depression also dropped on your shoulders, as you felt kinda sleepy and out of energy all the time. You liked to stay in your room, relax and do things that you only do by yourself, but you also missed the opportunity of going out.

Well, it was about to change.

Next Monday you learned that you may attend a research field trip. It sounded really fun! Anna and her major were also going. You were honestly grateful about that, she was a social butterfly and would never leave you alone in such a situation. Feeling a tingling sensation in your back you smiled to yourself. You felt like you were back in highschool, about to go on a trip with your class.

✦

Two weeks passed by and you found yourself in front of your wardrobe, packing your large, hiking backpack. No, you were not stupid enough to take a suitcase with you, in the mountains. You already pictured all the shocked people, about to carry the fifty kilo plastic boxes up that mountain. There was always someone like that.

Your first enthusiasm faded away, when you realised, it will be freaking cold. Longing to all your crop tops, strapless dresses and swimming suits, you grabbed the long, warm trousers, waterproof jacket and a winter hat. You didn't know if there was ever a trend for sexy hikers, but you would definitely never be one of them in your warm, baggy clothes. Well, nevermind, it was meant to keep you warm and healthy during the trip.

You had to reach the town where the trip was about to start on your own, so you were about to go with Anna and two other people by car.

✦

The day came and it started with rain. The weather was awful, cold and windy. You were glad that you didn't have to take the public transport and spend several hours in trains and buses, just to get to the town that was forgotten by civilization.

Packing yourself into Anna's car, you realised, it was already full. The trunk nearly didn't close and there were three girls in the back. Your friend saved you the front seat. With that, all of you took off.

''That's going to be an interesting trip.'' One of the backseaters started, a pale and ginger girl.

''Do you plan something?'' Ann snickered, knowing well her gossiping friends.

''We don't even have to.'' A different one, with chocolate skin and long curly hair added.

''By the way, the gossips at the back are, Veronica, Janet and Sophie.'' Anna outshouted them and all of them darted their eyes your way.

Veronica was sitting right behind you, you saw her giving you a small wave in the mirror. She had medium length black hair, bangs cut right before her eyes, cat like glasses and a small frown on her pinkish lips. She was dressed in grunge, her band t-shirt and chequered trousers framing nicely her plus size form.

Janet was in the middle, her long legs squeezed between the other girls. You must admit, her hair was a game changer, long and perfectly curly. The girl wore a comfortable dress set.

Sophie looked a bit like a squirrel, she was very ginger, pale and kinda small. On the other hand, she definitely didn't act like a squirrel, she was loud and full of life, not looking like someone scared and anxious.

Looking at Ann, her short, business sharp, sunny blonde hair and a gym body, you felt like Gollum. Well, shit, not everyone has the same mindset as you- comfortable first.

''Hi, I'm Y/N.'' You waved at them and they greeted you with enthusiasm. ''What do you mean by interesting trip?''

''Didn't you hear what Professors were going with us?'' Sophie asked in a sneaky manner.

''I did hear some names, but I don't recognize them.'' You answered.

''Ooookay, then hear that!'' The ginger one bursted out.

''Better get some popcorn.'' Ann laughed.

''Shut up, okay. There is Professor Rengoku going, he is very fun aaaaand good looking. Then there is Shinazugawa, the next hottie, and the Kocho sisters.'' She said it like the names only were news.

''I don't know them beside Professor Shinazugawa.'' You said.

''Okay, listen to this. Professor Rengoku is not important in this story, it's more about the rest. Miss Kanae and Shinobu Kocho are both Professors, they are like tied to each other. Shinazugawa and the older Kocho, Kanae, were once engaged! Then, out of the blue, he broke off the engagement and they say that Miss Kanae had a really hard time because of that. I've also heard that something was happening between the three of them later and the university administration had to interfere due to work etique. I've heard that Miss Shinobu Kocho got involved with Shinazugawa in something more serious, like they were in an argument. Miss Kanae is supposed to give him a cold shoulder, but I've also heard that she is not so innocent. And that Shinazugawa guy, they say he is kinda nasty and left her because he is not a relationship one.''

That sounded like... a melodrama.

''Half of that must be bullshit Sophie.'' Anna laughed out loud.

''That's what I've heard.'' Sophie shrugged her shoulders.

''I only believe in that part about the engagement and the end of it.'' You also laughed at the highschool love drama.

''Okay okay, maybe some of it may be made up, but I can certainly say, that they are not fond of each other and they will have to talk with each other a lot on that trip.'' The ginger said.

✦

The story that you heard during your car ride made you think a bit more about Shianzugawa. It crossed your mind that he also has a life of his own, and hearing this news it may not be perfect. If he reale was the one breaking the engagement, he must have had a reason to do that. On the other hand he may simply be a cold-hearted bitch for everyone.

Well, you could only wonder. It was none of your business.

It came out that the four of you would also share a room. While unpacking, you heard Anna talk with someone on the phone. She soon came to the rest of you and explained in an excited manner, that there will be a small party. Her major was throwing something in their rooms.

''I will come but I will definitely not drink anything.'' You gave your friend a raised eye look.

You were not getting a hangover barely the first day. It was a research trip, not a vacation in Dubai. Also, you didn't want to get on any professor's bad side. That Rengoku guy may be chill, but your Shianzugawa was not.

''Pooper.'' She turned her butt your way and started to change.

''Yeah, yeah.'' You laughed her fake tantrum off.

You, Ann, Veronica, Janet and Sophie found the party room later in the evening. Entering the party zone you found out that not many students gave a damn about the research part of this trip.

''Do you have a plan for tomorrow?'' Veronica asked, sitting next to you on a bed.

''Not yet, they will post it anytime now.'' You answered.

That was also why you didn't want to party too much. You may have some morning lessons and you didn't want to miss them. The scholarship wont earn itself.

''Same here.'' She sighed, dragging her hand through her hair. ''I'm surprised so many people don't give a shit about it.''

The party was going on for some time but you felt more and more tired. The packing, the ride, it wore you off enough. Skipping to Ann, you told her that you're going to bed.

''I'm coming with you.'' Veronica also had enough.

While on your trip back, you found out that the plan was ready. Opening it on your phone you saw that your first hike would start at 6 am. Holly shit, that was early.

The two of you went back to your room and straight to bed.

✦

In the morning, you found yourself sitting in the nearly empty dining hall. The Professors were already there, apart from a small bunch of students. They didn't look pleased with the attendance. After twenty minutes of sitting and nearly falling asleep, you heard one of them speak.

''Okay, we will start the lecture like this.'' A tall, black haired woman stood in the middle of the hall. ''I would like the groups to find their leading Professors. Group one will start with me, please gather around one table.'' A bunch of people shifted their seats. ''Group two with Professor Shinobu Kocho.'' The other black haired woman gave the speaking one a smile, before taking off to her students. ''Group three with Professor Rengoku.'' There were only three people present, one of them was Veronica, who gave you a nod.''And finally group four with Professor... Shinazugawa.''

The speaking woman gave Shinazugawa a weird look. She seemed to be uneasy with the fact that she placed her eyes on him. On the other hand the white haired man didn't even face her. He was looking around the room, trying to spott the supposed forming group.

That must be the Kocho.

Everyone started to gather around their leading ones and you made your way near Professor Shinazugawa, as you were group four. Standing in front of him, you looked around but no one else was coming your way. Every minute was more and more awkward because the two of you stood in silence, you looking around the corners, he looking straight at you, both in silence.

''Is that the... whole group?'' The whiyte haired man grumbled.

''I guess so.'' You sighed, wishing that you would also stay at the party and sleep with a gigantic hangover right now. ''What are we doing now?''

''And what are we supposed to do?'' He gave you a raised brow look and you felt stupid. ''We are going on the hike, it's their fault they can't drink. You shouldn't be punished for their absence.''

So not going on the hike was supposed to mean a punishment for you?

You do you, Professor.

Somehow, you felt scared and excited at the same moment. Scared because you will have to talk to him, excited, because you will have the opportunity to talk to him. Maybe you will get to know something interesting on your one on one, several hours long trip with Professor Shinazugawa.

Wait, you are going on a one on one, several hours long hike with Professor Shianzugawa. Why were you thinking about... oh my god, get a hold of yourself girl!

SERIES MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

[babyonboard]

pit stop | joel miller x f!reader

Summary: On the way back from Bill and Frank's house, Joel and his neighbor have to make a pit stop at a farmhouse to rest. Heated interactions ensue.

Warnings: 18+ only. Guns. Age gap. unprotected p in v sex (literally wear a condom in real life I’m begging), oral (f receiving), spitting, spanking, kinda choking? a sweet little mix of degradation and praise. Size kink if you squint. Joel is hot and has a big dick. Bad plot to porn ratio. Sorry.

Word count: 3.9k

Snow was falling in big, thick flakes, the kind that stick to your hair and your clothes. It was dark, so you couldn’t see much, but you couldn’t help but smile, it was beautiful. “It’s so pretty.” You grinned. Joel, who was a few feet in front of you, grunted in response.

“I used to love this kind of weather when I was a kid. When the snow sticks to your sleeves you can see the shapes.” You rambled, looking straight up into the sky.

“Mhm.” Joel hummed.

The hike back to the QZ from Bill and Franks was long, but it was rewarding. Joel does it to trade for whatever guns or supplies he needs, and you go with him just to take a hot shower and eat good food. Plus, you like being with Joel. You can’t quite put your finger on when he started trusting you so much, but you were pretty sure you were the only person besides Joel who knew about Bill and Franks. Joel was your closest friend, he was your next door neighbor, and the two of you became close because of your shared love for whiskey. The secret was that you didn’t really like whiskey that much, but when he first offered, drinking with your hot older neighbor sounded like fun. You’ve let him drunkenly sleep on your couch too many times to count, and once, you slept in his bed with him. Nothing had happened, you were just so drunk that he didn’t trust you to be by yourself, and you fell asleep in his bed.

“We need to stop soon.” Joel stated, turning to look at you. His salt-and-pepper hair was mostly white now that there was snow mixed into it. “It ain’t safe to keep going in the dark like this. And we need to warm up.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “You know best, cowboy.”

He chuckled slightly at the nickname. He earned it when you first started teasing him for his Texan accent.

You passed a big white farm house out in the middle of nowhere. Joel gestured for you to follow him as he walked up the overgrown stone pathway to the house. Before he reached the front door, he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you close to his face. Not even bothering to comprehend the danger of the situation, you wanted to giggle from the butterflies you got from his hands being on you.

“You stay close to me. And keep your mouth shut until I say so, chatterbox.” he spoke slowly, still gripping your shoulder.

“Yes sir.” You whispered back.

You pulled your gun out of your waistline and secured it in your hands as Joel pushed the front door open. It was still cold inside, but a good change from the wind and snow that was outside. Joel's footsteps echoed through the old house as he walked. There were no signs of danger on the first floor, so Joel instructed you to stay put and “don’t do anything stupid” while he checked the upstairs. You wandered around the living room until you heard Joel call from up the stairs that it was all clear.

Relieved, you trotted up the stairs to see more of the house. Joel met you in the hallway. “There's a bed up here. It’s nice, I tested it.” He chuckled. You nodded in response, waiting for him to show you where it was. He cleared his throat. “It would uh… It would probably be best if we slept in the same bed. For heat. ‘Cause the house is cold.”

You smiled. “Okay.” It was awkwardly quiet again. “I hope you don’t snore.”

Joel shook his head, half smiling, as he turned around to walk into the bedroom. The room was dusty and just as cold as the others, but it’ll do just fine.

Dead tired, you removed your backpack and large winter coat and sighed as you collapsed into the bed. There was a thin sheet on top, but you weren't even sure you wanted to get underneath it. Definitely some bugs in there.

Joel messed around with his backpack for a few minutes before getting in bed next to you. You were so tired that you were hardly even awake when he did. Within minutes, you were asleep.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for when you were awakened by Joel talking. “What?” you groaned. No response. It was still dark out, so it was definitely still the middle of the night.

��We’re not sick.” Joel said, louder than he would need to if he was talking to you. Your heart dropped and you looked around the room, but there was no one. Eyes adjusting to the dark, you looked over at Joel, and his eyes were closed.

Oh. He’s sleeping.

You giggled to yourself and tried to get comfortable again, closing your eyes to go back to sleep.

“We’re not sick!” Joel practically shouted this time. Your eyes shot open again.

He rolled over onto his side. “No.. no, no, no no no.” He spoke again.  Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to face him.

“Sarah? Sarah.” He said.

Your heart dropped. He had only mentioned Sarah a couple of times to you. He didn’t go into much detail about it, but you knew that she had passed a while ago. Going with your first instinct, you decided to wake him up.

“Joel.” You said, grabbing his arm and squeezing it. “Joel.” You said louder.

He gasped when his eyes shot open, quickly reaching out to grab you by your forearms tightly.

“Joel.” You whispered softly. “Joel it’s me.”

“Oh my god.” He breathed. “I'm sorry.”

“It’s okay. I think you were having a nightmare.” You could feel his heavy breathing while he still held onto your arms, almost like he was scared.

He stared at you for a moment. “Yeah… yeah I was.” He took a deep breath. “I get those a lot. Sorry.”

“No, no it’s okay.” You said softly. It was silent as the two of you looked at eachother. Your faces were close, both of you laying on your sides. Joel was still holding onto your forearms, almost pulling you towards him. “I do too.” you admitted.

There was some type of hurt behind his eyes when you said that. A hurt that came from knowing someone else in the world experienced pain the way that he did. Joel knew about your family and what had happened to them at the beginning of the breakout.

The frigid air moved between the two of you, and you quietly hoped that Joel wouldn’t let go. In a strange, middle of the night daze, you felt more confident than usual. So, when his grip loosened, but he was still holding onto you as he settled back into the bed, you let words fall out of your mouth.

“I feel so safe with you, Joel.” You spoke. It was the truth.

He blinked and finally let go of your arm, but his hand slid up over your shoulder and to the side of your neck. Despite the cold air circulating in the house, you closed your eyes at the warmth on your neck from his hand. He moved his hand back to thread his fingers through the hair on the back of your head.

He didn’t want to say it, but that was the biggest compliment you could have given him. That’s truly all he wants, is for you to feel safe.

“The way I feel about you…” He spoke quietly “it scares me.”

That's all he really needs to say. You understand.

Slowly, but all at once, he pulled you with the hand on the back of your head towards him. Your freezing cold lips met his warm ones. It was slow. Really slow. Your lips sat still at first, reveling in the feeling of kissing someone for the first time in so long, let alone kissing Joel. Eventually, at a glacial pace, you started moving your lips. It was sloppy, seeing as neither of you get very much practice, but it seemed to just work between the two of you. You held onto his forearm, needing to steady yourself even though you were laying down.

Your mind was a scramble of a million thoughts fighting for the forefront of your mind. You had lots to think about, but you couldn’t, not with the way he was holding you. The pace began to quicken, the rhythm was still sloppy. You felt his tongue on yours, delicately, almost like he didn’t want to hurt you. From there, it began to get a bit feral. Your teeth began to clank together until it was passionate.

When you moved your hand to his back, you grazed your fingertips down his spine. He sighed into your mouth, and his hand that was once on the back of your head moved down your side to your hips. You could tell he was at a crossroad of lightly trying to pull you closer, but not wanting to move too quickly. So, you figured you’d make that choice for him. You rolled on top of him, your legs adjusted on each side of his hips. Your hair fell in his face, so his hands came back up to brush your hair back and hold the sides of your head.

Your face felt hot and your mind felt hazy. You were just a teenager when the breakout started, so you had your fair share of makeout sessions, and from what you could remember, they were weird and uncomfortable and you spent the whole time waiting for it to be over. But this is different. This is Joel.

Your hands rested on his chest and his ran down your back and over your ass, coming to rest on your upper thigh. “Joel.” You breathed into his mouth. He wasn’t necessarily doing anything to get you to moan like that, but you couldn’t help it.

His name in your mouth in that manner did things to him. His hands came back up to your ass and gripped it. You move your hips forward and he groaned. “Y/N” he said.

He used his hands on your ass to guide your hips up and down over him, you could feel his hard cock rubbing against you. You can’t remember the last time you were this wet, all of the times you had touched yourself back at home thinking about him just didn’t compare to the real thing.

You gripped his shirt in your fists, getting into your own rhythm of moving your hips. Light whimpers left your mouth, they grew closer together in sequence when Joel’s hands slid up your shirt, his calloused palms scratching your back. They slid all the way up to your shoulder blades, lifting your shirt up in the process.

As he gripped the back of your shirt into his fists, the kiss got slow again. He realized that as much as he wanted you, he wanted to take his time with you. As things slowed down, you sat up, sitting fully on him, to lift your shirt over your head and take it off. He gripped your hips as you did this, his eyes growing a little bit wider when you were left in just your bra. He wanted to say something, anything at all, but he was a bit too overwhelmed. “You’re beautiful.” was all his mouth could put together.

Now that your shirt was off, he sat up to meet your lips. The position you were in now gave you a lot more momentum when you ground your hips into him, making it harder and harder for Joel to stay gentle with you. You started working on undoing the buttons on his shirt, which was hard to do in the dark with your eyes closed. When he finally slipped the shirt off of his shoulders, he flipped you over onto your back. You wrapped your legs around him as he unbuttoned your pants.

Slowly losing the gentle nature he always seems to have with you, Joel ripped your pants and your underwear down your legs. He splayed his large hand across your inner thigh to open your legs for him. “Jesus christ.” he whispered when he finally touched your pussy. He barely grazed his middle finger up your slit and you writhed underneath him. He looked you in the eyes and used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. “Sit still.” He commanded.

You nodded. His hand still gripping your jaw, he kissed you. His fingers weren’t going inside you, they were still just delicately tracing up and down your pussy. “Joel, please.” You whined into his mouth. He put two fingers inside of you and you groaned.

His fingers were covered in you as they moved in and out of you. You tried your best to kiss him back, but it was getting harder and harder to keep your mind operating. Luckily, his lips moved down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses until he got to your ear. He bit your earlobe then moved down to your neck. Soon enough, he was kissing down your chest and stopped halfway to take your bra off. He adjusted himself on the bed so his head was in between your legs. He licked up and down one of your thighs, making you buck your hips upward.

“Hey.” He scolded, arms wrapped around your thighs. “What did I say about sittin’ still?”

You nodded. “Sorry.” You mustered. He flattened his tongue against you, licking a stripe up your pussy. You cried out, throwing your head back onto the dirty mattress. Even though his mouth was all over your pussy, his eyes were on your face. He stared up at you, watching every single reaction you had. When he started using his fingers, curling them upwards inside of you while his mouth sucked on your clit, you tried to put words together. “Joel. Oh m-m-” You stuttered. “Oh my god. Don’t stop.”

“Let me hear you, baby.” He said against your clit, you could feel the rumble of his words through your stomach. His mustache was scratching you in a beautiful way. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked, almost sweetly, and you could swear that his texan accent was thicker than usual.

“Yeah.” You mewled, nodding. He kept the same pace as you started to writhe again, unable to sit still any longer.

“That’s it. Come on baby, that’s it.” He growled. Your back arched so high off the bed you almost lifted your head with it. You came on him, not even sure if you were making noise or if your mouth was just open.

“Good girl.” he said, pressing one last kiss to your pussy. When he came back up to kiss you, his mustache was covered in your slick and he tasted like you. You grabbed at his belt buckle, your hands shaking from the intense orgasm you just experienced. You fumbled with it, but soon enough, he chuckled and undid it himself. The belt hit the floor and his jeans soon followed. You tried to roll over on top of him, palming him through his boxers. “Not so fast, doll.”

“I want to return the favor.” You smiled sweetly.

“As much as I wanna be in your mouth , I need to fuck you. Now.” He spat.

“Another time.” You nodded.

“Soon, baby. I promise.” Despite the already vulnerable position you were in, you blushed at your newfound nickname. He pulled his boxers down and you tried to not look intimidated by the size of his dick. He lined up to your entrance, one hand on his dick and one hand next to your head propping himself up. He looked back up at you for one last confirmation that you really wanted this. He didn’t know that you thought about this almost every night. To be fair, you didn’t know how many times he had fucked his own hand with your name on his lips.

You nodded, but he didn’t move. “Please.” You whimpered.

“Beg.” He demanded, his already stone cold eyes were blown with lust.

“Please, Joel. Please, please please please. I need you so bad. I want you, I always have. Please.” You could cry you wanted it so bad.

He pushed into you, throwing his own head back. “Fuck.”

You screwed your eyes shut as he stretched you. He literally had to go slow so he could fit. He had made it about halfway in when you arched your back into him, crying, “You’re so big Joel.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Take it.” He said inches from your face. Trying to numb the burn you got from him stretching you out, you kissed him. His tongue was against yours when he bottomed out. He truly was restraining himself, believe it or not. If he had it his way, he would be fucking into you by now. But, he was being nice, so he let you adjust for a moment before pulling out and pushing back into you. Arms still around his neck, you moaned his name into his mouth.

Unable to take it anymore, he started pounding into you. You saw stars as he buried his face into your neck, grunting with each thrust. “How often have you thought about this?” He spoke into your ear.

“So many times. All the fucking time.” You breathlessly spoke.

“Yeah?” He asked pulling back to hover over you, arms on each side of your head propping you up.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. He grabbed your jaw and slipped his thumb into your mouth. You bit it softly and let it slide further into your mouth. He watched intently, still keeping his insane pace of fucking you. When he pulled his thumb out, he pulled down your bottom lip and pulled on the bottom of your jaw to open your mouth further. Still hovering over you, he spit into your mouth. He couldn’t help but groan at the absolutely pornographic moan you let out.

“You close?” He asked. His hips were now slapping against your own, each time he thrust he would pull his length almost fully out of you, leaving only the head in, then slam back into you.

You couldn’t talk. You couldn’t even remember your own name. A nod was the best you could do.

Joel had to admit, he was having trouble not finishing himself. Nobody is having that much sex in the QZ, so he didn’t get the most practice ever. He definitely thought he wasn’t as good as he once was, but he was doing better than he would’ve thought. Just the sight of you, his sweet, gentle, absolute doll of a neighbor, splayed out for him was probably enough to make him cum anyway.

You came harder than you did the first time, clenching around him, your arms going limp over his shoulders. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” When Joel was sure you had successfully rode through your orgasm, he sat up and pulled out, making both of you wince. He grabbed your hips, and in one motion, flipped you onto your stomach. Unable to help himself, he slapped your ass, earning a fucked-out moan from your swollen lips. He reached underneath your stomach and lifted you up so you were on your knees, then put his hand between your shoulder blades to push your face down against the mattress.

“I don’t even want to tell you how many times I’ve thought about taking you like this.” He said, pushing himself back into you. His thrusts were impossibly harder than they were last time, but they were sloppier this time. “I felt disgusting for thinking about you like that. My sweet little neighbor, this fucked-out for me? I couldn’t even imagine you being this good for me.”

You were unable to reply, your cheek kept pressed against the mattress by Joel's hand on your back. Everytime he thrust, he pulled your hips back to meet him. You could hear him panting through gritted teeth as his thrusts got even sloppier, his pace finally dismantled. By the time he came inside of you, he was letting out full on moans. His pace slowed and he leaned forward to prop himself up on his hand. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

He pulled out, his cum starting to leak out of you. You rolled onto your back, eyes closed and out of breath. “You okay?” Joel asked, laying down next to you.

A smile spread across your face, making Joel smile himself. You nodded, still breathless. His large hand laid on your stomach. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

Finally catching your breath, you looked at him, that bright smile never leaving your lips. Sweat covered your hair, but you started to feel the frigid cold air again. Concern played behind his eyes, for some reason he didn’t know how you were going to act now that it was all over. You reached for his shoulder and pulled him down onto you. He let out a sigh of relief. A soft kiss was pressed to your hairline as he wrapped his arms around you.

In a rare occurrence, you woke up before he did the next morning. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, your face buried in his chest. Clothes had to be put back on last night, the cold was too intense. Breathing in the fabric of his shirt, you relished in the feeling you had longed for for so long.

It was barely light out, and while you would like to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life, you knew you had to get moving. You rolled away from him, causing him to stir while you stretched your arms in the air. His eyes opened and were immediately on you. A sweet smile rested on your lips while he looked at you. “Mornin’.” He mumbled.

A bit of awkwardness hung in the air between the two of you. Neither of you were sure if it was okay to cuddle or kiss or do anything along those lines. The same awkwardness was present when both of you started to pack your things, and it remained long after you had left the house to go back to QZ.

There was small talk about the weather, the hike, the time, and Bill and Frank. When it was particularly quiet for a while, Joel looked over at you. Looking back at him, you smiled instinctively. “What?” You asked, his gaze was suffocating, an unusual warmth was sparkling in his eyes.

He shook his head. “Just thinkin’.”

You nodded and smiled at the ground. “Me too.”

When you finally got back to the QZ, you both trudged silently up the stairs to your respective apartments. When you reached his door, which came first, he stopped and turned around. “Would you wanna sleep here tonight?” He blurted out.

You smiled. “Yes. I would.”

#joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us imagine #tlou imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

[dontlookheswatching]

Okay here are the doodles! They all feature Ben, in ways that can be seen as either friendship or as a ship, I dont mind what you see it as although a few I did make specifically to be seen as a ship, because while they aren't a canon couple in au, my god they are so adorable and I can't help but draw them anyways-😭

There will be some lore underneath the pictures, and also I'll discuss a little more about the relationship chart and character refs im working on afterward

Okay, lore time. Im not a big pokémon fan. Nor am I big on the pokepastas, which seem, to me, to have honestly spiraled into their own mini fandom on the sides of creepypasta, which is actually pretty cool, I'd love to explore more of it, but again, im not big on pokémon, I've only played like two or three games throughout my life, and I just can't find the interest to do it. My sincere apologies if my lore for Silver upsets anyone who is super big on Pokémon or pokepastas for not being accurate, but then again, that's what headcanons are for, things that aren't canon. I've tried doing little research and the closest thing I could come close to developing lore for Silver was 'Snow on Mt Silver'. Im not sure if its the same character or something entirely different, so bare with me as I say im merging the two ideas from each into one. Now, lets get this mess over with because I have no idea what I'm doing im kinda revamping my own lore as I write this😭

If anyone noticed, on the birthday chart I have, next to Silvers name, in parentheses, is the name;

Jae-Ing.

It doesn't sound like an American name, now does it? No, thats because, im my lore, Silver had a life before death, he isn't just a glitch in the coding and what not. He was Korean. Throughout the more I explain, the more resemblance you'll see in Ben's story, thus why they get together well, because they share a somewhat same experience.

Going to a private high school in Korea wasn't easy. At all. 'Jae' didn't have it eady, either. He had to have a job ontop of all the schoolwork he was required to do to help his mother pay off the payments for attending a private high school. His father is out of the picture, having died before Jae was even born. He and his mother were extremely close, and even though they struggled at times, they never let their bond break.

Jae was 16 the year he died. He was a big fan of Pokémon, owning every game possible and knowing every small detail. He was harassed and bullied for his interests, and was always considered a nerd, barely having any friends. He was considered an outcast, and was always excluded of things other students did. He was very intelligent though, and did well in school.

Of course, that didn't matter to the other students.

Nearing the end of the year, staff had presented a field trip, one that would last three days, to hike Mt Hallasan. It was winter, however, so the mountain was covered in snow, so students were told to be extra prepared and to be cautious and stay within their assigned groups and to NOT leave the trail.

Jae wasn't going to go, but his mother had insisted on it, saying it would be a fun experience, and that he deserves a break anyways. So he went.

Not having any friends is why the whole trip backfired on Jae's side.

He was paired with kids who had commonly made fun of him, and being on an exciting field trip was no excuse. They'd constantly steal his things, such as his small console he kept with him in which he'd play his favorite games on. Or sometimes jackets or blankets he so very needed.

He was miserable and wanted to go home, but it was too late to turn back by the time the though occured to him.

On the second to last night, when their group had finally managed to reach the top, they thought it'd be funny to fall behind their supervisor, to walk with Jae, who walked behind all of them, to suddenly act like friends, forcing them all to walk slower and slower until the supervisor was far enough ahead to where he didn't notice one of the girls start pushing him as they resumed their bullying tactics. She kept pushing and pushing, trying to get him to fight, but Jae wasn't the fighting time.

She got angry, and kept pushing, until, before someone could say something, she pushed him over the edge of the trail, down a steep hill.

They ran off.

Didn't look back, didn't bother to try and help him. Instead, they ran, not wanting to be caught at the scene.

The impact left Jae scratched up and bruised. One arm was broken. He couldn't get back up to the trail, especially with a broken arm. He tried to find a way down the mountain, a way to find help. But night fell quickly and made it impossible to see. The temperatures dropped. His limbs began to freeze as he got colder and colder. He kept his bag close, scared. Scared, alone, nearing death. He kept going until he physically couldn't. Until his body gave out and left him a lying heap in the snow.

He died. Cold. Frozen, black limbs. Alone, scared, wishing he stayed home with his mother. Oh, and how the news broke her when her sons body was eventually discovered.

His soul was sucked into his console, into the very game world he loved, due to dark magics of some sort that I might explain in another post.

He lost any memory of his former life. He didn't know why he was so sad, why he was always scared, why he didn't like the cold. He didn't have the answers to his questions. He still doesn't to this day, even after exiting the console by the force of Slenderman and with the help of Ben.

He is yet to remember his past. But perhaps for now its a mercy that he doesn't.

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ANYWAYS yeah that's my take on Lost Silver. Its kinda shitty and definitely not canon but it's whatever.

Moving on, I finally have the icons done that I'll be using for the relationship chart!

All I have to do now is digitalize them, make the chart, and boom, it'll be done. FinaLLY. so expect that MAYBE later today or tomorrow, we'll find out and see which happens first.

Now, about the character refs. I plan on doing them for Ben(which is done), Jeff(Hes next), Toby, Liu, and EJ, as they'll probably be the most frequently seen on the blog.

I would like to mention the fact my ref for Ben was a total flop. Its quite saddening especially since I spent more than a day on it, but its in the past, and can't control everyone's preferences. Hopefully the ones in the future will be more appealing, and if not, oh well, that just means I've got work to do and revamping and redoing them, because there's always room for improvement. I'd like to thank everyone real quick for the support I've already received so far, because even if the ref was a flop, im still extremely grateful for everything else!

Anyways thats the end of my super long post thank you goodbye im going to sleep this was too much writing

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ben drowned #art #creepypasta art #gaymer ramble #gaymer art #bendrowned #Lost silver #Ben drowned #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fanart

[spaceratprodigy]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tags @bleumanouche @darkfire1177 @hibernationsuit 💖💕

👇🖤 Faith and Iris Fun Facts! 🖤👇

Name:

❤ - Faith Hawthorne (abandoned her Earth last name in an attempt to detach herself from her former life)

💜 - Iris (never gave her a last name tbh)

Nickname(s):

❤ - Faith: Captain, Cap, Boss

💜 - Iris: Pip, Sunshine, Charmer

Gender:

❤ - Faith: cis woman but fluid in how she likes to present herself

💜 - Iris: cis woman (and currently on her journey of self discovery regarding how she likes to present herself)

Star Sign:

❤ - Faith: Leo

💜 - Iris: n/a (her birthday is undecided at the moment and I can't go by when I created her bc most of y'all don't know just how long she's actually been around [since I was a kid tbh she was kinda sorta technically my Very First lone wanderer])

Height:

❤ - Faith: around 5' 6" methinks

💜 - Iris: oughhh I am genuinely inconsistent with her when I'm drawing bc I can never decide What I Actually Want buuuut lmao let's ballpark somewhere around 5' 8" give or take I'm so bad at this

Orientation:

❤ - Faith: bisexual

💜 - Iris: bisexual + poly

Nationality:

❤ - Faith: American (but has immediate family from Puerto Rico)

💜 - Iris: American (undecided where her family comes from)

Favorite Fruit:

❤ - Faith: cherries, watermelon

💜 - Iris: blueberries, apples, oranges

Favorite Season:

❤ - Faith: spring and fall (she loves the gentle warmth, sunshine, and blooming flowers of spring but really loves the coziness and the colors of fall)

💜 - Iris: fall and winter (she really favors the colder weather and the darkness that swallows up everything)

Favorite Flower:

❤ - Faith: peonies, spider lillies, sunflowers, roses

💜 - Iris: irises, hydrangeas, hyacinths, lily of the valley

Favorite Scent:

❤ - Faith: vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline

💜 - Iris: gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:

❤ - Faith: Tea

💜 - Iris: Coffee

Average Hours of Sleep:

❤ - Faith: very little generally, she can wake up early at the same time every day without fail bc of her body's weird internal clock but she struggles with insomnia + nightmares and is often Very Exhausted

💜 - Iris: ough my girl pushes herself way too hard and doesn't have a healthy sleep schedule and will honestly keep going until she just crashes for HOURS in a deep sleep and it worries her companions (for her safety especially but also bc they know she talks in her sleep and she also has nightmares frequently)

Dog or Cat Person:

❤ - Faith: both!

💜 - Iris: dogs preferably!

Dream Trip:

❤ - Faith: anywhere she could see the stars or get lost in the woods

💜 - Iris: if she could, everywhere tbh! Iris is adventurous and loves traveling but pre-war she did dream of going on a road trip across the country

Favorite Fictional Character:

❤ - Faith: if the poster above her bunk wasn't proof enough, she has a fondness for Archibald Excelsior (HOWEVER my one half-joking half-serious answer is Inigo Montoya bc I mean c'mon)

💜 - Iris: nowadays she absolutely adores The Silver Shroud!

Number of Blankets They Sleep With:

❤ - Faith: 2 usually! The one that used to belong to Alex Hawthorne and one that she "borrowed" from Max (i.e. his blanket he covered her up with during one of her bad insomnia nights when she had finally fallen asleep and she never returned it [she doesn't want to admit it helps her fall asleep better bc it smells like him and it makes her feel safe and calm])

💜 - Iris: it depends honestly! I would say usually 1 or 2 but it depends a lot on the weather, if she's sleeping at home base or out on the road making camp, depends who all she's sleeping with that night

Random Fact:

❤ - Faith: studied electrical engineering and mechanical engineering in college

💜 - Iris: I've been exploring the idea of Nicky being the one to give Iris her current haircut

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

#:] #captain of the unreliable #sole survivor #faith and iris coded lmao

[xamaxenta]

Marcoace modern au where Marco’s new in town and desperately needed a date for his new job’s new year gala/party or whatever and its mandatory he attends with a date/partner/spouse

So against his better judgement he follows Thatch’s advice to stand on the side of the road with a sign stating his name, his job and that he needs a date ASAP, please call x number

And it’s pretty mortifying, just standing there, with Thatch (who did show up as moral support) trying to wingman various people into going with him but to no avail

Until a young man approaches and asks if he’s serious and Marco sighs like unfortunately. Yes.

Ace shifts on his feet and thinks about how this year his holidays are going to be quieter seeing as Luffy’s staying in his uni dorms for the winter holidays instead of coming home and Sabo has to visit his family due to legal shit this year bc sorting inheritance and he’s feeling petty

So he asks what’s the dress code ? And Marco shrugs like formal? Theme is winter colours I suppose and Ace thinks it over a little long and then pulls out his phone to save Marco’s number

Thatch is beside himself lurking behind Marco like 👀, Marco kicks him in the shins surreptitiously

Glad that he’s sorted out the date issue, Marco and Ace end up texting frequently, and its super cute, Ace currently works as a freelance accountant whilst enrolling in online classes to get a teaching degree (kindergarten teacher Ace strikes again hehe), he likes cats, spicy food, documentaries and going on long hikes

Marco didn’t expect to catch feelings this fast, especially considering they’ve only met once in person and texted there after. He’s a little nervous as the gala date grows closers and asks Ace if he still wants to go and Ace sends him a voice message, the first one ever where he jokingly reprimands Marco like hey! No take backsies, you asked for this I’ promised you and besides I’m down for free fancy hors d’oeuvres lol

So they set a time to meet up so they can go together, Ace doesn’t have a car, a motorcycle yes but Marco isn’t keen on arriving cold and windswept so he offers to drive seeing as alcohol isn’t really his thing

And when he arrives to pick Ace up, he hadn’t been expecting much, considering he’s really just wearing a nice suit himself but Ace waits for him in a very daring white ensemble, perfectly tailored to fit and contrasts with his hair prettily, bc supermodel Ace is always necessary for modern aus too thanks ❤️

Speechless, Marco just looks him over and Ace smiles and tells him this is the only good suit he actually owns, (Sabos tailor is goated in this au, Sabo also forced Ace to get one good suit bc its for life bro) Ace shyly asks is it alright and Marco kinda struggles to say much bc ha pretty man

But he reassures him of course, if anything he feels underdressed now and then flusters when Ace flickers his eyes up and down his body, clearly, obviously checking him out

And the entire social event with Ace turns out to be so much better than he expected, dare he say fun, Ace being more extroverted than him talks for the both of them, happily chats and sustains conversations with Marco’s colleagues and their wives or husbands etc, they even win something together during the bingo hour and when the dance floor opens up, Marco, notoriously known within his own family for having two left feet allows Ace to drag him out, unable to resist his smile and lets him lead them around the dancefloor to dated festive music and it must be the wine Marco said he wouldnt have (but he did, its fine hes still sober) but as the night wears on, Ace becomes beautifully disheveled, in the sense that he’s slightly flushed from the champagne, his hair that was initially styled now mussed from how hes run his hands through his hair

It only feels natural to kiss him beneath faux crystal and snow

#marcoace #long post #xam writes #AAAAA WEEPEOING #i love them… mi kokoro is itao #itao #ITAI GOD

[sagiow]

15 questions

tagged by @tough-n-dumb, thanks friend!

Were you named after anyone?

Not “after”, per se, but my dad “discovered” my name after making a new friend in the glorious Montreal Red Light Disco District... who turned out to be an Italian exotic male dancer (he never told my mom that’s where he got the inspiration from until 30-some years later)

My middle name is my mom’s because my frazzled, mid-20s, overwhelmed first-time parents hadn’t thought of one before he went to register my birth so he kinda blanked and went with hers and she was pissed off because she doesn’t  like her name.

0/2, Papa.

When was the last time you cried?

Some time in the last month.

Do you have kids?

Two, elementary school age, although the eldest is solidly in his tweens and giving me a fantastic preview of the fun years ahead.

Do you use sarcasm?

Just did, didn’t I?

Actually, much less than I used to when I was younger. Mostly for joking around  or ranting about our incompetent colleagues with my work wife.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Not to sound like a hippie on Main, but I’d say their energy? Their vibe? Some people come off as very warm, and others colder (and some, downright antipathic). Some have this bubbling, crackling energy to them, others are super chill and calm. Some have this spark of intelligence or quick wit about them, and others make you wonder if there’s anybody home. So a bit of all of that.

A smile, greeting and eye contact (can all be super quick, just acknowledge you see the other person) go a long way in giving off good vibes, so we’ll definitely start on the wrong foot if the other person doesn’t do any of those. Be polite.

What’s your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like scary / horror movies with gore and torture. I do enjoy a good ghost story (the Gothicker, the better) and some psychological horror.

Love happy endings although unhappy ones definitely inspire a lot more fanfic.

Any special talents?

I never look at the picture when doing jigsaw puzzles and WILL complete it before you do.

Where were you born?

Province of Québec, Canada

What are your hobbies?

Phew... there’s a few, and they tend to be seasonal. Summer is reading, hiking, baseball, gardening, camping. Other seasons have baking, crochet, watching TV, playing old-school computer games, and getting ready for whatever holiday or birthday is upcoming. Puzzles and writing year-round (if inspiration striked and fellow fans are around!)

Have any pets?

2 cats (and often at least another because we are a foster family to our local rescue), 2 rabbits and 4 3 chicken (found one dead yesterday after that major storm / tornado passed. Her ancient 3 year old heart couldn’t handle it. RIP Matante.)

What sports do/have you played?

Phew... there’s a few there too. I’m always down to play pretty much anything with a ball (beach volleyball! street ball hockey!), but on the other hand, will probably get my Canadian citizenship revoked at some point because I do no winter sport except for snowshoeing and some shitty skating.

I played provincial-level softball and badminton in school. I did recreational synchronized swimming, various styles of dance, varsity basketball. Now, I play softball, tennis (although my dad is aggressively trying to draft me into pickleball), try to get in a game of golf or two per summer (every addition to this sentence makes me feel 10 years older). In non-summer, I practice aikido, and love hiking, especially in the fall.

How tall are you?

5′7″, or 170cm

Favorite subject at school?

History and Drama in High School, Anthropology and some of my Forensics classes in University (”no applied science”, you ask? meh, not really. Science was me playing Life on Safe Mode).

Dream Job?

I would’ve loved to study Anthropology further and become an archeologist (although I did take one Biological / Genetic Anthro class that was absolutely fascinating and made me reconsider Things) but I’d had enough Academia back then. I wanted to get a job, stop being beyond broke, and travel.

Nowadays I get this massive urge to dump everything corporate and move someplace with shorter, kinder winters, ideally not too far from the sea, and get a bunch of goats and chicken, fruit trees and grapevines, grow a shitload of tomatoes and eggplant, bake bread daily, and write in the evenings. Just need to win the lottery first but then I’m makin’ it happen.

tagging (apologies for the double tags if you got them, I lost track) @jomiddlemarch, @tortoisesshells, @fericita-s, @combat-librarian, @divinecomedienne, @luarenah

#ask games

[linzsaw]

My Monthly Favs What’s in my cup:

Every morning I drink iced coffee made from my one & only Nespresso machine. The past few months I can’t get enough of the double espresso blend, and then I add a bit of whole milk (happy cows only) and sweet cream. I can’t find anything better from Starbucks or anywhere else. Sometimes if I’m craving a hot drink, I’ll head to Dutch Bros for a hot Carmelizer and it is totally worth the cringy 9 minute forced convo with the DB crew. I also start my day with electrolytes, currently in the watermelon flavor. It’s surprisingly really delicious but I miss the Electrolyte Synergy blend that I was drinking for a long time, which has been sold out for almost a year now. :’)

What’s on my plate:

Dinner lately has been the laziest in America. After our trip, Drew & I either have the same ole chicken, rice and veggies, a spicy “mexican bowl” or some form of pasta, usually with Raos Arriabatta sauce. This week we’ve been stuffing our faces with Trader Joe’s frozen meals. We promise to be better next month, but we are really exhausted and the last thing we feel like planning are meals. However, for the last week of December we actually have some things planned for the holiday weekend. On Friday, we’re hitting up the town as we do every year to walk around and see the lights, and find festive little bars to try out new Christmas cocktails. We plan to spend Christmas with just the two of us. For Christmas Eve we are making our annual corn beef, cabbage and carrots because apparently we are super Irish (confirmed by 23&me which btw leaked all my genes to hackers). On Christmas we are having tri-tip, garlic & butter brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. The Christmas cookies we’re making this year include White Chocolate Cherry Shortbread cookies, Peanut Butter Blossoms, & Holly Leaves. Okay and now that I’ve told you all that, the Christmas cocktails we decided on this year are The Mistletoe Kiss (a vodka, soda water, rosemary & cranberry drank) and Bad Santa White Russians. I also heard that Moon X Pinot Noir from Trader Joes was really good and lately the Redvolution just isn’t doing it for me.  Let me know if you want any of these recipes, ladies. I will make sure to find GF, DF, and V options. 

What’s on my bookshelf:

I’ve finished two of the Colleen Hoover books, and now I’m reading another one of hers called Verity. It’s kinda depressing but that’s kinda the vibe as of late so I’m into it. 

What’s in my playlist:

We love the Sia Christmas album. It’s so fun and happy. Believe it or not, Andy introduced me to it lol. It’s so good!! Other songs I’ve been into are I remember everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. It reminds me of a family member rn which is very depressing to me. Fun to cry to. Bubble - STAYC, Surround Sound - JID 21 Savage, Baby Tate, Adora Hills - Doja Cat. 

What I’m up to:

Making our house into a winter wonderland of lights. Watching hella hallmark movies. Being seriously lazy, not working out or eating healthy. Walks with Snoop around the park. Mandala scratch off nightscapes. Reading at 3am when I was jetlagged. I had a sleep study this month too, no sleep apnea for me, back to mouth taping! It really does help with quality of sleep for me. You should try it! Also magnesium spray on my feet (shout out to Aly). This has helped with my restless leg syndrome that we’ve all experienced. This weekend, we’re making all our foods and cocktails, going downtown, driving around with hot choc to look at lights, and heading up to Rocky Mountain to hike a bunch of mountains. 

Skincare Saviors:

My skin gets so dry in Colorado, its TERRIBLE. And now that I’m saving for a house, I had to break up with my amazing esthetician, who by the way I stole this template from. I’m obsessed with Dermlogica thanks to her. I use a miscellar water if I wore any make-up. If not, I just double clease with my face wash. In the AM I’ll use my Rosehip Triple C+E Firming  Oil, followed by COSRX snail mucin essence, and a magical mix of calm water gel and intensive moisture balance. 

Love you long time,

Li

[rubykgrant]

Some (not-holiday-related) things the RVB characters do in Winter~

Grif; has the perfect excuse to just stay inside, avoiding the cold, and make an entire cozy kingdom out of blankets and pillows (claims he is “hibernating”). If he is bribed with hot chocolate after, he can be convinced to venture out, and make a snowman or two (he’s oddly good at balancing each giant snowball as he stacks them). Movie-marathon is also an enjoyed activity

Simmons; likes the idea of taking a pleasant winter stroll IN THEORY, but usually has the bad luck of either finding all the drops buried by snow and keeps getting stuck, or steps in an ice-patch (and turns into Bambi before falling on his butt). Mostly winds up staying in and taking the time to complete puzzles and gets focused on beating all his old high-scores in games

Donut; ready to throw-down in a snowball war, LET’S GO. Lives the dream of getting into a hot-tub outside while it’s snowing. Also, he gets all choked-up over the sad animal commercials, and even though he can’t adopt them all, he’ll volunteer a lot and help find homes for rescue pets

Sarge; hikes out in the woods, usually just to get some tree branches and sticks for whittling, but claims he also built a log cabin and ‘rassled a few bears. Continues to embrace his inner lumberjack by making GIANT Paul Bunyan sized flapjacks with lots of maple syrup every morning. Eventually, he will build a HUGE SNOW FORT, and loudly inform the Blues that it is so awesome and cool and they aren’t allowed in here

Lopez; as long as he doesn’t get wet and his joints don’t freeze, he likes being outside at night in winter. It’s sort of peaceful, even in big cities. Unlike humans, who miss little details, he can stand outside for hours and literally watch as frost-spirals form in windows

Church; COMPLAINS, about this-that-and the other thing, absolutely hates when his feet or nose get cold and would rather make the whole place warmer than keep adding layers. In his better moods, he has fun re-watching his favorite shows and playing video games. He also discovered he’s pretty good at cooking, so he makes lots of treats and warm meals (he creates delicious soups from powerful broths). He’ll collect various mugs he thinks are funny/have cool pictures, and then use most of them to keep other things in (like marbles or buttons or whatever). If he can brave the cold, he kinda likes the times he wakes up early, seeing the sun begin to shine on the snow

Tex; enjoys kinda just people-watching in the city, and likes finding places that do horse and carriage rides (Tex is a horsegirl in a dude way. yee-haw). She’ll also go places that are more typically visited in warmer weather (like the beach) to see how different it is in winter, appreciating cold beauty and what-not

Tucker; likes playing games and watching shows/movies while being cozy inside like some of the others, but is also really into sledding! He’ll get a whole run going, packing up snow to make turns, and finds stuff like cushions to help soften the stop. Sometimes sets up a rope swing so he can fly over the snow. He enjoys eating something hot outside when it’s cold out, and likes finding places that do special winter treats. He’ll also have fun sitting around a fire-pit at night making s’mores

Caboose; helps with rescue animals too, and enjoys going somewhere outside to see what kind of winter critters show up in the wild (or maybe just squirrels in the park). When lots of snow falls, and he can clearly see how clean it is, he gathers it up in large cups, mixes it with juice, and makes his own “slushies” (and will sometimes eat the snow plain... it’s good!). Will find large areas of snow that is mostly flat with small hills, and COVER the space with the BIGGEST snow-angels (if you look at them from high above, they make crop circle patterns... nobody is sure if he does this on purpose or not)

Wash; also helps with rescue animals, and WILL try to keep more kitties. Surprises everybody by being a snowboarder dude... he can go down huge hills and even do tricks. Loves hot apple cider, and drinks it almost every day. He has fun doing puzzles, playing board games, and cards with the others

Carolina; enjoys all the outdoor activities with everybody, and is also fond of star-gazing at night (the stars seem so much brighter in winter). She has fun going to things like concerts at night, seeing cool light-shows on the snow ( it reminds her of the Northern Lights). When she wants a calmer activity, she’ll find herself a book to read (maybe something really emotional with a sad theme, but a happy outcome, so it isn’t depressing)

Kai; visits various ice-skating rinks and will anybody that listens about the time she feel through some ice and TOTALLY met an actual MERMAN under the water (no really!). Finds places that have rides/attractions so she can go on indoor rollercoasters and ferriswheels inside while watching it snow through large windows. Intentionally goes out wearing “minimal clothing”, then visits several stores, buying something from each place, until she’s finally finished wearing multiple layers (if she doesn’t shop fast, she can get VERY chilly)

Doc; likes getting chocolate iced coffee drinks, regardless of how cold it is. Also likes to find something to read, but picks out old classical literature (some he’s read before but it’s been a while, others he’s only aware of but hasn’t read himself). O’Malley likes to find big chunks of ice frozen outside and smash them on the ground (he’s at least nice enough to pick a place not surrounded with people, so nobody gets surprised or accidentally hurt). Doc also INSISTS all his friends listen as he goes over various winter safety tips

Locus; tags along with the others to try and figure out what normal-people-things he enjoys. On his own, Locus kind of likes going to unique craft stores, getting wood-work and crocheted items. If he can gather up enough energy to deal with a crowed of people (and somebody he trusts comes with him), he gets a kick out ice hockey and motorcycle ice racing (Tex had no idea there was a whole sport where people put sharp screws in bike tired and shredded around on ice, it’s brutal and she loves it)

#red vs blue #rvb

[jamesvowles]

trick-or-treat!!!

LOURDES!!!! may i interest u in some.....zhottas?

ive drawn a bit of zhottas and kinda bounced this idea around last year during a fest

here are all the drawings inspired by it -> 1, 2, 3, 4

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tldr: a cold winter in a cabin.........valtteri and guanyu hang out with each other

summary: divorced (sorry valtteri) valt takes his rookie teammate out to his finnish cabin in the middle of winter....there's not much to do but they were supposed to talk about racing, valtteris divorce, and find comfort in each other.... lots of soft luv. teammate bonding

In the middle of nowhere Finland, the dead quiet of the winter in a dark deep cerulean afternoon.  There was the cabin that glowed a bright orange, sunk in the desolate landscape, with only a quiet forest right next to it.   Uncleared roads, if they even existed while the snow aggressively fell.  

But that didn't phase Valtteri.  It's what taught him to be tougher, to preserve through anything.  He knew how to handle cars, even in the toughest conditions.  That's what made him a driver.  He inhaled deeply, checking to make sure his windows didn't fog too much.  In these conditions he didn't have to worry about cars, the back roads rarely being filled with him and another person.  Usually, he'd been aggressive, rushed to the cabin with no care in the world of how rough and beaten him or the car he was in got.  

But he was with Guanyu.  

He'd invited Guanyu up to his cabin, maybe a new opportunity for the young rookie to experience as he got adjusted to F1 life.  Somehow, despite everything Guanyu said yes, excited about the idea.  Even from the (humourous) warnings from Lewis about Valtteri's rough driving up to the cabin or the cold hikes Valtteri would do in the dead of night, Guanyu decided it'd be fun.  He lit up at the idea of hanging out with his mentor, getting to know his stoic masculine teammate.  

It was hilarious to Valtteri how unprepared Guanyu was, watching him walk into the airport terminal with just a thin overcoat and some thinner pair of pants.  Valtteri chuckled.  “Aren’t you cold?” He asked.  Guanyu blushed before letting out a soft laugh.  “I guess I’m not as prepared as I thought.”  His face was a deep red, the moment of getting off the plane was already too much to deal with in the cold Finnish lands.  Valtteri put his arm around Guanyu as they chatted about the flight overall before they would make a quick stop at a clothing store.  

The trunk was packed with the accurate clothing now.  The ones that Guanyu would need to survive the harsh weather.  Valtteri turned to check on Guanyu.  He was tucked in with Valtteri’s puffy jacket as a makeshift blanket, an offering from Valtteri to get through the long trip while all he needed was his winter hat and the car heater.  They had talked in the first hour of the drive, before Guanyu fell asleep from how calm it was on the back roads.  Valtteri didn’t mind either way, enjoying the peace of the snow hitting his window or listening to the tires push through the snow.  He took a deep breath, staring ahead at the white grains of snow becoming illuminated by his bright high beams before they got cleared by the windshield wiper.  He couldn’t wait to get to the cabin.  Just a few days alone away from everything.  The most comfortable place on Earth for him.  He hoped the Guanyu would see what he meant after the weekend.  

He could see them approaching it, the road slowly ending and hitting what Valtteri claimed was the “driveway” (if it could be considered that).  The security lights flicked on as the car pulled in.  Valtteri turned off the car and froze for a moment before reaching up to turn on the inside car light.  

“Hey.” He shook Guanyu.  Guanyu twisted around for a little bit, letting out a loud yawn and stretching his arms and legs before slightly turning his head towards Valtteri.  

"Are we here?" Guanyu mumbled.

"Yes." Valtteri said, barely more audible than a whisper.  

The Alfa Romeo drivers turned to look at all the stuff in the back comfortably piled to the top and secured by a seatbelt.  Guanyu made a droning noise, rubbing his sleepy eyes.  Valtteri side eyed him. 

"I can carry it in if you want to wait inside." Valtteri suggested, offering his keys.

"No, no.  I can make it, Valt." Guanyu yawned.  

He tossed Valtteri his jacket as he zipped up his.  They both sighed, adjusting themselves before they shared a quick nod and opened their doors simultaneously.

The cold winds and snow caught them both off guard, strong enough to slam their doors shut with little pressure.  Similarly forced to open the back doors for the car.  Valtteri grunted, scrambling to pick up something before the conditions got harsher.  "I want to make this one trip." Valtteri called out.  Guanyu agreed, putting on his backpack while grabbing two more bags to carry along. 

They both dragged their boots as the winds pushed them back.  But they had gotten to the door. Valtteri swung the cabin door open and dropped his bags.  Guanyu trailed behind as Valtteri locked the door behind him.  The light flicked on. 

The front was surprisingly more cozy than Guanyu had anticipated.  The rugged muted warm colors of the carpet and the decor.  A fireplace and a large TV with a mini fridge. He looked at the pile of knitted and fleece blankets piled beside the soft matching chestnut couches.   The lighting filled the room with warmth already, Guanyu noticing the large windows behind the curtains.  

Valtteri had already gone to the kitchen with some of the bags, leaving Guanyu to just look around.  He took off his jacket and hung it on his coat rack before glancing left and right at all the things Valtteri had.  His eyes caught a shelf with all his things, some of his trophies, a helmet, and a framed photo of him and his ex wife.  He paused for a moment to just trace his fingers around the simple black frame, staring deeply at his teammate's loving grin beside her.  Guanyu couldn't recall her name, they'd probably only met a handful of times.  But Guanyu never saw him grin as hard as he did in the photo beside her.  Maybe a tight lipped smile, forceful and awkward. 

"Hey, did you want me to show you around?" Valtteri popped his head out and caught Guanyu off guard.  He flinched and stared at Valtteri for a moment.  He nodded, turning back to give the image a final glance before shuffling behind him. 

"It's a one story.  Looks big but quite cozy. Signal's pretty bad out here. Sorry." Valtteri explained.  "Kitchen, office, bathroom…"

They walked through the tight corridors, Valtteri pointed at the rooms.  Guanyu didn't say much, just nodding along.

"My bedroom is at the far back if you need me. And your bedroom is right here. It has a closet if you want to throw your stuff in." Valtteri opened the door.  The room had a king sized bed and a wooden nightstand with a lamp.  The quilt duvet was neatly folded in to perfection, the pillows rested on top with a floral pillow cover.  

"Wow, never knew you had such a taste in decor." Guanyu chuckled.

"Of course not. My ex did all of that. You should see how unorganized the main bedroom is." Valtteri gently slapped his back. 

"Haha, you could show me if you'd like."

"I'd really rather not." 

They both shared another laugh. 

"Did you want dinner or something? It was a long drive up here." Valtteri asked.  

"Actually, I was going to head to bed. Quite tired." Guanyu yawned.  

"Fair enough, I'll see you in the morning then?"

"Yes, nice and early."

Guanyu went back to the living room to grab his bag before walking through the halls to his bedroom.  He glanced at Valtteri washing his face and gave a quick wave.

"Goodnight Valt." He said. 

He fell onto the bed, held tightly by the soft heavy blanket and the pillow which comfortably braced itself around his head.  He took a few deep breaths before dozing off entirely.

**

It was still dark when Guanyu woke up.  He could already hear the echoes of Valtteri in the kitchen getting the pots out of the cupboards and the sizzling of bacon on the stove top.  The smell of freshly brewed coffee, fresh eggs, and warm hashbrowns consumed the entire house.  Valtteri was right when he mentioned the comfiness of the house.  Guanyu lifted himself up and got himself ready for the day.

Guanyu peeked out the window in the kitchen, still pitch black.  But inside was as warm as ever with the sunrise orange lighting illuminating over them.  He sat in the wooden chair, once painted green with the paint chipping off.  He noticed how small the dining table was, with just another chair across from it.  

"Coffee?" Valtteri asked.

"Of course." Guanyu happily said. 

Valtteri pulled out a handmade ceramic mug from the cabinet and poured his companion some coffee.  He handed the cup to Guanyu to which he accepted with both his hands.  They grazed a little, but neither thought anything of it.

"Cream or milk is in the fridge if you need it. Sugar in that little jar on the table." Valtteri gestured around before he turned back to tend to the hashbrowns sunk in an inch of bacon grease. 

"Do you need any help?" Guanyu asked. 

"No, I'm fine. Really, please make yourself comfortable." Valtteri said. 

Guanyu nodded just watching Valtteri toss himself around to get breakfast going.  He hadn't seen much of his personality last year, with a few exceptions.  Now he was a part of Valtteri’s domestic space.  Alone in the middle of nowhere.   He placed the milk and cream on the table before sitting back down.  The coffee was smooth, just a sip was all Guanyu needed to brighten up.  It was fragrant and smoky in a way that genuinely reminded him of Valtteri.  

Valtteri passed him a plate which looked like he took it straight out of a film.  Everything was nicely cooked; the eggs had runny yolks, the bread perfectly toasted to a brown similar to Valtteri's hair, bacon crisped on the outside, and the hashbrown poured out with steam as he cut into the soft interior.  It almost makes Guanyu forget how deeply pitch black it is outside when the inside of the cabin felt bright as ever. 

There was a moment of silence between them as they both ate in the peace of the other.  Guanyu was used to being treated so kindly.  He never caused conflict with anyone, never on the track or at home.  He always made sure to be the best he could be.  The best son, friend, competitor, teammate.  

And yet the love felt different. Nothing like his mother's meals or eating at a restaurant with Oscar.  

He tried not to grin through his food.  But the smile slipped out. 

"It's delicious." Guanyu said.

"Hm?" Valtteri swiftly tilted his head up, his eyes wide.

"Ah, I was just saying how good everything was. Thank you Valtteri."

"Oh…"

Valtteri went back to eating. 

"Thank you Guanyu. I appreciate it." Valtteri said.  

Valtteri was alone in his own head.  Not really thinking much about the situation at hand.  Not thinking much at all.  

#asks #lourdes #hehe tyhank you!@!!

[iridescentmidnights]

Fun question: April's ideal vacation/trip?

Oh that is such a fun question!!! I never considered it either.

Okay! So on impulse my first thought was the beach, maybe visiting Robyn in CA and going to the boardwalks. On the tail end of the winter some place warm sounds nice. I hadn't considered what kind of pop culture interests April would have so it's not unreasonable she could be a Disney girlie and visit there too. But same exact argument could be made for FL. This feels like a solo trip, just her visiting a place while seeing her sister.

But immediate next thought, but April is kinda sporty what about skiing? Unfortunately I know absolutely nothing about skiing outside of it's a thing people do and I see it on TV all the time. This feels like a first couple vacation with Casey. They'd love the athleticism aspect and the keeping each other warm aspect I see on TV sounds like a cute romantic fantasy for them. Though idk how accurate that is.

But I keep circling back to I think what would make April the happiest is somewhere warm and at least a little beachy. Somewhere with good hiking because if she's not moving I think she would have lazy cat naps in the sun. I don't think she would like anything that needed a boat/cruise nor a desert. This is a fun idea, that gives me a surprising amount to think about. Thanks! (*^^*)♡

#ask me anything #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt april #april o'neil

[disgustinggf]

sorry your asks have been shitty lately!! here are some (hopefully) fun questions!

what's your favorite animated movie? have you ever hiked a mountain, or wanted to? do you prefer the sun or rain? what is a video or movie you go to for comfort? and last but certainly not least, do you collect anything? even if it's just cool rocks or stickers or stuffed animals!

also you seem like a very kissable person hehe okay bye

hi hi thank u anon :3

i love anything by studio ghibli a lot!

i have hiked a lot but bro i'm so so clumsy but i still like it tbh one of my faves was in tenerife :)

i always rewatch criminal minds idk i kinda know it by heart at this point!

i've been collecting snow globes (not winter themed obv but w some traditional elements from the place i'm in) from all of the countries i've visited since i was a kid, i have around 30 rn <3

#MWAH #asks