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surielstea · 13 days

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Kitty Cat | Drabble

Pairing: Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

Summary: A normal night for Azriel, his wife, and his son (a cat.)

Warnings: the briefest mention of oral (m receiving) but it’s all fluff :)

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The black cat was curled into a ball, lying on my stomach as I petted between his ears and he purred, small vibrations coming from Shadow. “Aren’t you just the cutest kitty ever?” I hum as the cat looks up at me with wide golden eyes, his ears cocking at the pitch of my voice.

“Your dad’s gonna be home with more treats I promise,” I smile at the cute animal and he meows in reply, I giggle and scratch under his chin. “But you like me more than him don’t you?” I grin wildly.

The door knob rattles and me and the cat both look in the direction of the noise, and within a second my husband enters with three grocery bags in his hands.

“Welcome home,” I raise my arms in a cheer. “No hug today?” He frowns, missing the usual embrace I gave him every time he came home. “I’m a little preoccupied,” I gesture down to the kitten who couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance at his original owner.

Azriel only shook his head and walked into the kitchen where he set the bags and his briefcase down then quickly returned, coming back to the living room and pulling his tie loose then undoing the first few buttons of his collared shirt, revealing his dark tattoos. I smiled and reached my hand out toward him as he approached my side.

“Isn’t he so cute?” I croon, looking down at the kitten. “Are you talking about me or the cat?” Azriel arches his brow. “The cat,” I giggle, looking up at him. He scoops Shadow off my stomach and I whine, missing the comfort of the animal. “I bought you treats, and you repay me by stealing my wife?” He holds the kitten in one of his large hands, holding him up to his face as he narrows his eyes on the dumbfounded kitten. “He’s innocent!” I defend and Azriel shakes his head placing the cat by my feet.

“Shadow’s a war criminal, don’t let him fool you.” My husband jokes in a serious tone before flipping over me, slowly lowering down so as not to crush me as he rests his head on my chest, his waist between my thighs, replacing himself with the cat.

“How was your day?” I ask as my hand weaves into his dark hair. “Better now that I’m home,” He says, stuffing his nose into my breasts and I chuckle, twirling a lock of his hair around my ring finger.

“How about you?” He propped his head up to look at me. “The usual,” I shrug. “Cleaned around the house, played with Shadow— oh I found a movie for us to watch that I think you might like,” I grin excitedly. “It’s a horror.” I sing.

“But you don’t like horrors,” He tilts his head and I smile. “I know but, you do,” I shrug. “Besides, we watch what I want all the time, and this one actually seemed interesting,” I explain and a smile pulls at his lips, he leans up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you,” He whispers against my mouth and I blush at the three simple words, he was my husband and yet he still had me going pink. “Love you too,” I murmur.

I hear a familiar meow and then look to Shadow who had climbed up Azriel’s back and was staring at me from over his shoulder. I giggle and remove my hand from Azriel’s hair in order to pet the kitty. “I love you too Shadow,” I reassure and he leans into my hand, licking my palm with closed eyes.

“Okay, go change I’ll get the movie ready,” I say, shooing him off of me and he groans, guiding Shadow off his shoulder and down onto the floor before getting off me and disappearing into our bedroom.

While he’s gone I turn the TV on and find the movie, then I get up from the sofa and walk into the kitchen, unpacking the groceries— tossing Shadow a few treats that Az just bought, while I wait.

I put a pack of popcorn into the microwave and watch impatiently through the window like a child. “It’s not going to cook any faster if you stare at it,” Azriel hums as he snakes his arms around my waist, his bare chest coming into contact with my back. I turn to look up at him, dark tattoos twining from his forearms to his collarbone, the same ones I’ve traced thousands of times.

“I put the groceries away,” I utter, running a fingertip down the ink on his neck. “And I found that you got me my favorite chips,” I smile, biting into my lower lip. “I noticed we were out,” He shrugs, hands on my hips. “You’re getting the sloppiest head for that,” I say innocently, pecking his lips, leaving him utterly stunned.

I smirk mischievously and the microwave beeps. I swirl around and take the hot bag out, pouring the buttery snack into one large bowl.

Azriel plops himself down onto the couch and I find my spot next to him, tucking my legs up to my chest as I lean into him and he starts the movie.

I had been so confident in myself for picking this movie in broad daylight but now that it was dark outside and the lights in the house were off, I was starting to doubt my fear tolerance.

Azriel wrapped an arm around me as I anxiously snacked on the popcorn balanced on my knees.

A few jumpscares and a minor heart attack later I was officially terrified and had my head stuffed into Azriel’s chest, my other hand over my eyes, peeking through my fingers and barely watching the screen. I look up to Azriel who had an amused grin on his face as he observed me, how I cuddled a little closer to him every time the suspenseful music picked up, or how I looked at him instead when the killer showed up on screen, watching through the reflection of his eyes.

“I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” I confess, frowning up at him. “I think this is the best idea you’ve had in a while my love,” He presses a hard kiss to my temple. “It was my idea to get Shadow!” I defend, and as if on queue the cat jumps up onto the couch, meowing. “Now that was a bad idea,” He hums as the kitty burrows into his other side.

The three of us all cuddled up, sharing the intimate moment. I intertwined my hand with Azriel’s and cherished the warm feeling blooming in my chest. “Oh shut up, you love him,” I rolled my eyes and the cat looked up at me, kneading his paws into Azriel’s torso. “I do,” My husband rubbed the top of his head and the cat purred, nuzzling into his owner's touch.

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h34rtbeat · 4 months

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what about non con with Heeseung and Sunghoon

NIGHT SHIFTS

warnings: non con, oral (m.receiving), p in v sex, public sex (?) , slapping, hair pulling, degradation. HARD non-con, and hard dom!heeseung, softer but still hard dom sunghoon

working late wasn’t necessarily fun, nor was it boring. every now and then you’d get some crazy people, but it was a gas station, what could you expect?

sure here and there some person would come in, yelling and screaming, yet nothing was as scary as now.

two very attractive men walked in, not strange— many come in after clubbing. but these guys were clean. nice jawline, one of them paler than the other, yet both were shining.

working at a convenience store wasn’t ever bad, not until someone attractive walked in.

dressed in a black shirt, a skirt and some fleece tights. the black shirt being a collared polo, with the company logo. that wasn’t charming at all. sometimes paired with a simple black zip up like tonight, since it was chilly.

especially not when these two men are gorgeous— probably the hottest men you’ve seen walk in this stupid gas station.

they wore hoodies and sweats, though only one had a hood on. you didn’t know his name, yet he knew yours because of your name tag. grabbing numerous chip bags and some sweet bread from the isles, they approached.

“having a goodnight?” you asked, not because you were actually curious, but to make some small talk.

“…so so.” one of them replied. the other one- the paler one was either zoning out, or his stare was really just that intense.

“you have a pretty name.” the same one— tanned one, spoke. he pointed at your name tag, making you a bit flustered.

“thanks.” you replied, still scanning other items.

then, you saw one— the paler one— lean over and whisper something in his friends ear. you saw the other one, the tanned one, have a face feigning shock. not super shocked, like a “oh?”

“your total is 15.2-“ your sentence cut short by one, the paler one this time,

“i uhm.. forgot my wallet. is there any other way we can pay?” you look between the two men. they both looked a bit amused.

“do.. you have your card on your phone?” you asked, there was always paying methods.

the tanned one spoke out again “no, well.. we were thinking of other ways to pay it back.”

“uhm.. i’m sorry i can’t think of any other way? Unless you guys have some sort of membership here.” you gestured towards the window, showing that there was an app.

“damn, she’s stupid..” one rubbed his face.

then, the paler one looked directly at you.

“hey, can you show me where the bathroom is?” you were about to point.

“no, like.. can you show me?”

you gulped. but nodded. you stepped out from behind the register, and began to walk towards the bathroom. why were you terrified? you had showed the bathroom before. it was behind a storage room for some reason.

you checked behind your shoulder to make sure he was still following, but then you saw both of them. maybe both of them needed to use the restroom, right?

taking a turn, you finally reached the storage room. where the bathroom was.

“and.. it’s right over h-mmph!”

a slender hand grabbing you, shutting your mouth while your back ended pressed up against the other one. panic filled your senses, and your wrists were held by the other guy.

“you know, you’re a real pretty gas station worker. usually it’s some old dude, but you…” the tan one leaned in, “are just… so young and pretty.”

“do you wanna know who we are?” the tan one asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“our friends come here sometimes… one of them, he’s real young. he thinks you’re real cute. you seen him? he has.. blond-ish hair..” he scoffed, before continuing “never mind , there’s probably a thousand guys with blonde hair.”

“be nice, she doesn’t understand what we’re doing.” the pale one said. “why don’t we tell her our names? i doubt this chick will snitch anyway.” he unzipped your sweater, with one hand. he took his hand off your mouth, to discard your zip up.

you squirmed, thrashing against the tanned one, not wanting to be touched.

“stop it— don’t touch m-“ a tug of your hair, pulling your head back, and the tan one was tongue deep in your mouth, clashing your lips together.

“she’s gonna be loud, huh..” the pale one mumbled, already meshing your boobs together through the polo. “my name’s sunghoon.. his name is heeseung..”

heeseung pulled off your lips, releasing your wrists so he could start rubbing your waist. “you’re pretty and your body feels nice.. how in the world did you end up in a gas station?”

in any other situation that you’d create in your mind, you’d try to scream and punch, but your waist was gripped so hard that you couldn’t move.

sunghoon moved in, now he was kissing you. they were going to have their fun with you, even if you didn’t want to.

heeseung seemed to just be observing, sunghoons hands still clamped on your breasts as he was sloppily eating you alive. heeseungs hands slipped lower, til they found themselves under your skirt.

you let out a shriek in sunghoons mouth, but he would only pull away if he needed to breathe, not if you did. he didnt care if you didn’t like it, because he did.

“a nice ass too…” heeseung muttered, flipping your skirt up completely. sunghoon pulled off of you, completely moving his hands off.

you thought maybe then— they’d both stop. then, behind you, you heard a slight shuffling noice, and you were flipped around, shoved to your knees.

you couldn’t utter a word of defense, heeseungs cock shoved right between your lips.

“Fuck— oh, you’re real pretty, so pretty..” he moaned, pushing your head down so you’d take him fully. He wanted to torture you, to see how you’d take it.

Fully aware that sunghoon was still behind you, even as your nails dug into heeseungs thighs. All that could be heard in that silent store, was your choking and gagging noises, and heeseungs moans.

“She’s a slut, I told you..” you heard sunghoon mutter, you could hear him lean against one of the storage shelves as your mouth was being used like a fleshlight.

“Heeseung, lift her up.” Sunghoon said, and heeseung groaned.

“why? can’t you see.. she’s enjoying herself.” heeseung mocked, your eyes brimming with tears, having on his cock.

“i think she’s ready to fuck, that’s why.” sunghoon muttered.

heeseung tugged your hair, pulling your mouth off.

“guess we’ll just have to keep her bent over…” heeseung says, as he forced you up. sunghoons hands pushed at your back, so you bent over, your nose dragging along heeseungs dick.

you felt a breeze against your ass now, yet you didn’t hear a rip. seemed this guy had enough decent to not rip your fleece tights.

“this bitch is wearing fleece tights.. i can’t even rip ‘em.” sunghoon cursed, slipping your panties to the side.

“that means she’s cold. we gotta keep her warm then, yeah” heeseung laughed, as he kept rubbing his dick, moving it across your face.

“did you grab those condoms off the counter?” heeseung asked, putting himself back in your mouth, just the tip this time.

sunghoon fiddled with the band of his pants, bringing them down only enough for his dick to spring out.

“no. I wanted to fuck her raw.” your eyes widened, and you looked up at heeseung, as if begging him to say no.

“do whatever.” heeseung laughed. “this bitch wants to beg.”

“mhm..” sunghoon took one final look at your sopping cunt, before sliding right in. “oh.. fuck…” he almost came from how right you were.

“is this bitch a virgin?” sunghoon almost laughed, beginning his deep thrusts.

“don’t think so.. she’s suckin’ my dick like a whore.” heeseung continued his hair pulling antics, and your body was forced to take sunghoon and heeseung deeper, the thrust moving your body involuntarily.

“fuck.. uh.. ah..” sunghoon moaned, landing a light slap on your ass. “clenching tighter? bet you’re enjoying all this, huh? you liked being fucked by two guys at your workplace?”

“nasty ass slut.” heeseung cursed. he could hear the way you gagged around him, he likes it more now that your tears were actually spilling down your cheeks. the lip gloss you wore was smeared all over his dick.

“oh.. fuck.. i’m gonna cum inside of her, yeah..” sunghoon mumbles, and you made a noise against heeseung.

“bro.. what if she gets pregnant.” heeseung questioned, even though he was suffocating you with his dick.

“no fuckin’ way. ask her if she’s on the pill.”

heeseung slapped your cheek. “you on the pill?”

you wanted to lie, to shake your head no, but you felt that either way, they didn’t care. it was better to be honest.

you nodded.

“she wants me to cum inside.. uh.” sunghoon grunted, before you could protest, heeseung pulled your face off, making your tongue loll out. he painted your face with his semen, making sure to leave some on your tongue.

“good slut.. i’ll have to come back and fuck you like he did sometime. swallow.” heeseung tapped your chin with his thumb, and you complied, closing your mouth and swallowing.

sunghoon did his quietly, cumming inside your cunt and forcing you to keep it in. he didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back in.

some part of you kind of wished it didn’t end.

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sister-lucifer · 22 days

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Eager Hands On Soft Flesh: A Preview

ticci toby x chubby!transmasc!reader

a fic for @pompeiisystem

content/warnings: insecure chubby reader, reassurance from toby, no real nsfw yet just a loving slightly horny toby who wants you to feel as handsome as he knows you are

“Toby, be honest, do you think this outfit would look better if I…you know, lost some weight?”

The sudden lurch of his body followed by sputtering and coughing as he chokes on his drink makes you jump. Your eyes widen a bit as you watch him struggle to regain his composure, wiping his mouth and trying not to spit.

“Wh— W-What the hell are you t-talkin’ about?” He stammers, speaking through the discomfort of off brand soda in his windpipe.

“I just mean…you know,” You reply, suddenly feeling sheepish as you look down at the crimson sweater keeping snug against your top half, “I was just thinking…maybe I should, I dunno—“

“Did I s-say something?” Toby says quickly. He rises from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, wiping his chin with his sleeve one last time. “Did I m-make you—shhhrk!—make you— m-make you think that you h-had to?”

“Oh no, of course not!” You’re fast to reply, gently putting your hands on his arms and giving a small squeeze. “No, no, it’s not you at all, I promise. I was only thinking—“

“W-Well you shouldn’t d-do that anymore.”

You sigh softly, moving your hands down go grasp his. You run your thumbs over his knuckles, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Toby, come on, I didn’t mean anything bad about you. I’m just saying…I want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

You look down at yourself, at the knit sweater and jeans you’ve put on. They’re comfortable, yes, but there’s something about the way you look in them that just doesn’t add up. You shouldn’t have expected to look exactly like the model on the website, really. You didn’t think you did.

You’re starting to feel foolish for spending your money on this. It was silly, really, to be so excited about something as simple as a cute sweater, but at the time you thought you couldn’t live without it. You have plenty of other perfectly good outfits in your closet. Really, what reason did you have to think—

You gasp softly when Toby suddenly pulls you in, ripping you from your thoughts with hands on your waist, gently grabbing at your love handles and pushing you back against the counter. His lips find your neck in a split second.

You moan softly, the sensation surprising but not unpleasant. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He groans under his breath when you tug just a bit.

“Please, baby,” He whispers against your skin, “P-Please, let me love on y-you just a-a bit…”

“Toby, what are you—“

“Nothing, baby, I-I’m not doing a-anything…Just l-let me…”

Your cheeks are getting hot fast. You make no effort to push him away, but you can’t help getting flustered.

“Toby, c’mon, you don’t have to do all this…”

“I-I want to, though,” He says quickly, starting to nip and suck at your neck between kisses, “I’m not v-vvv-very good with words, I-I…I just—j-just wanna show you—shhh!—s-show you what you f-feel like…to m-me…”

He pauses with a sigh, pulling back slowly. He looks up at you almost hesitantly, an expression you rarely see on his face. He’s always the first to act on an impulse, rarely ever thinking twice about anything; what’s slowing him down now?

“…i-if you’ll let me, I-I mean.”

The words come out far too gentle for Toby, and it makes you melt against him a bit. He’s always so eager to get his hands on your body, but something in him is sensing something unsure in you. You look back into the mossy color of his hazel eyes with contemplation.

You can’t stop the gentle smile that spreads over your face.

You pull him down to give him a slow kiss, and he happily returns the gesture. When you pull back again, there’s no hiding the anticipation on his face as he awaits your answer.

“…Of course, Toby.”

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theshiftingcafe · 8 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ shifting pick a pile ✧˖°࿐ ꒰"what are me and my s/o like in my dr?"꒱

hello! welcome to the shifting cafe!

for today's session, we'll be tackling about what exactly your dr s/os want to tell you all right now in general and in regard to shifting.

i know a lot of you must be currently missing your s/os, so, i hope this simple pick a pile brings you excitement and more motivation to shift.

REMEMBER: TAKE WHAT REASONATES, LEAVE WHAT DOESNT

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pick from at least one of these pictures:

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ok this pile is soooo cute to me. i’m lowkey getting forbidden love vibes? also maybe even sunshine x grumpy! i just get this vibe that you two are slightly polar opposites from each other yet still get along so well.

despite everything happening around you; no matter what your statuses, differences, and inequalities are, there’s no doubt that your dr s/o is always going to be by your side no matter what–especially through tough times. i see this pile to be a very mature relationship. they’re ready to help you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders–maybe even just carry it for you all together–just as much as you would for them. is your s/o older than you? perhaps not just physically, but more on emotionally. i see your relationship being full of trust and respect, given equally to each other of course. they have this very mature energy lingering over them that is endearing and comfortable, so rest assured, you’re in very good hands.

you dr s/o is not afraid of showering you with love at all despite there being restrictions if ever there are any. they radiate an artistic and warm energy and show their love for you in the most creative ways possible. like, your s/o just loves you so so so much! they go all out with their, well what they call as “small”, gestures. i see they might even consider stuff like starting a family with you or perhaps you already scripted to have a family with them which is adorable omg!!

one of you might be leading with your head, while the other leads with their heart, and that usually causes some miscommunications, conflicts, and clashing opinions. the cards remind you that it’s perfectly normal when people don’t see eye to eye, what matters most is how you resolve it. which i see you guys don’t really have much trouble with. you and your s/o are so harmonious, small petty fights usually end pretty easily and resolve immediately. which just proves more how emotionally connected you and your s/o are and how emotionally mature this relationship is.

i feel like most of you really have big doubts when it comes to love. whether it be because of old wounds that never healed completely, or fear of what could be itself, the cards tell you to breathe and learn to take risks when giving love another chance. yes, you’ve already learnt what not to do and what to avoid when it comes to love, but, never let that build up walls that shelter you so much that you won't get to experience it. you’re deserving of love. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

never restrict your foolishly in love heart from chasing after what it wants, even if it doesn’t end the way it wants to. because, eventually, you’ll trip and fall into the right arms. but of course, think before leaping in blind. trust your mind, your heart, but also, most importantly, trust your soul. the trials and tribulations will all be worth it.

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that is all pile 1! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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hmm, ok, this pile is very interesting to me. it seems this reading is actually for 2 types of shifters; those with s/os and those without. but first, let me give the reading for those with s/os.

do you happen to be shifting to a fame dr? maybe a dr where you, your dr s/o, or both of you are very well respected and have a certain reputation to uphold. a reputation that could be broken and twisted by anyone–both a blessing and a curse. i can really see the quote “in the death of their reputation, they felt truly alive.” fitting in this pile.

i’m seeing so many restrictions with this pile. one of you or both of you is withdrawing affection and energy from this relationship. not in the way that you or they don’t want to give it, because it’s taking you or their whole will power to hold back, but because there’s something in the way of it all. this act isn’t exactly an act of passion, but rather, an act of security. you want to protect each other, yet can’t freely love each other by doing so. which is quite a pickle itself.

all you and your s/o want is a warm home with a sincere relationship where you could be free to be who you want to be and love the way you want to, but it almost feels like everyday, the world turns against both of you. i’m not gonna sugar coat anything for this reading; it’s gonna be hard. it’s gonna be hard, confusing, scary, disappointing, and sometimes you’re gonna have doubts. but never ever let them make you regret your journey.

that’s just the reality of shifting; it’s real life. you’re gonna go through struggles, you’re gonna disappear for a while, you’re gonna go through it all. but, just when you think all hope is lost, people you love the most are gonna be there for you. they’re gonna stay by your side, especially your dr s/o, and help carry most–if not all–of the pressure of the world off your shoulders. taking even a small break would help. not just for when you’re in your cr, but also when you’re in your dr. you’re probably scared about something. could it be fear that you won't be enough for your s/o? maybe you feel like you’re going to be too much for them. look, let me give you a little pep talk; if they truly love you, they’re going to accept every part of you. and i mean every part. the good and the bad. and i’m sure you’re a great person who deserves all the love from the people you love.

if ever you happen to stumble upon this pick-a-pile but you don’t have an s/o yet still felt drawn to this pile, the cards tell you that you don’t ever need to be pressured into a relationship. you don’t have to feel pressured to persuade anyone in your dr or script an s/o for yourself when you don’t want to, even if everyone tells you to do so. it’s your dr, and it’s your feelings. you can’t force love. and this applies not only to you, but to everyone else.

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that is all pile 2! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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the moment i started the reading for this pile, i instantly thought about adrenaline inducing scenarios and maybe even a bit of danger, yet also just slow sunday mornings and sun lit rooms? do you happen to be shifting to a superhero dr? maybe a dr that’s labeled as dangerous to some if not most people? i’m also getting a partner in crime type of trope/enemies to lovers trope vibe for this pile, which is super cool if it’s accurate!

you and your dr s/o are literally each other’s safe space, and there isn’t more or less to it.

one of you isn’t particularly fond of being flashy or adventurous. they’re mostly a rule follower and very rarely ever expresses their ideas. however, you can count on them at all times, and best believe they would break every single rule in the book for their other half. this person is stable, practical, and of course, loyal. the other, however, is the opposite. they’re flashy, adventurous, and not afraid to voice out their opinions. always ready to set an idea and follow it, no matter what anyone says. making them a perfect match! they’re the literal definition of left brain and right brain, perfectly balancing each other’s intuition and intellect.

one of you, if not both, has acts of service at their top love language–both giving and receiving. one of you needs help reaching something above the shelves? the other will get it, don’t worry. one of you need help putting on their jewelry? the other will immediately be behind to help clip the necklace on. one of you feel hungry? the other will pick up either the phone for takeout or cook the meal. one of you feel exhausted? the other will be there 24/7 ready to do whatever it was the other didn’t get to do and let them rest.

you guys just enjoy each other's company, even when it’s doing absolutely nothing together. whether it be in the middle of a chaotic crowd in a hustling and bustling situation, or with no one else but each other in a quiet empty space, you guys cherish every single moment of it. you’re ready to accept each other's sweet nothings and bitter everything, which is everyone’s dream!

i feel like most of you really chose this trope because most of you came from a very dysfunctional place and just want to be comforted after a long tiring day. this pile has to be the most comforting reading i’ve ever done. like, literally! that fuzzy warm feeling in my chest and everything! whatever it is that you went through or are currently going through, just know, there will always be someone waiting for you at the dinner table with a warm meal ready to ask you about your day and listen to how it went. ready to give you your dream fairytale love story.

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that is all pile 3! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 6

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eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.

steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed.

eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.

he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought?

‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?

‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’

eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker.

‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car.

‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable

steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’

that snaps eddie out of it.

he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’

steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…

maybe hold hands.

‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’

oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back.

‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh.

steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’

‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good.

‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it.

‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that.

‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’

eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’

‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be.

‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’

‘sure, sounds hot.’

‘jesus you’re so annoying.’

but he’s smiling.

steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’

eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole!

‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.

‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’

steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail.

eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again.

‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)

gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done

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sry if i missed on tagging anyone too mwah

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve harrington #virgin eddie munson #silly bois #silly gays #hotlunch #my fic #steddie fic #<3 #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 2 years

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touchin’ like we know each other !

physical touch headcanons

gender neutral reader

—pinching his cheek

Truth be told, Ness likes to be babied a bit. He fulfills his role in Bastard Munchen like his life depends on it, often playing the cut-throat supporting role for Kaiser and his belligerent playstyle. So a slightly childish part of Ness wants to be a bit greedy with receiving praise and affection in the same way that Kaiser does, wanting to be acknowledged rather than constantly being his biggest supporter. While he won’t outright say that he wants you to fawn over him all the time, he enjoys being coddled by you a lot more than he thinks.

Having his cheeks pinched is something he would never admit to enjoying given how much his team would tease the living daylights out of him, but he likes how you always lavish him with attention whenever you touch him. Sometimes it’ll be a quick gesture to get him to loosen up before a big game, and other times you’ll do it to catch his attention when he’s distracted. But it’s such a cute yet casual motion, it reminds Ness of how close the two of you are.

He also likes the slight contrast between who he is as a person and how you treat him. He’s an athlete with a bright future, and he could literally overpower you physically without doing much, yet here you are, fearlessly babying him and feeling up his face whenever it strikes you. Despite all the rigorous training he goes through, Ness knows he still has a bit of a babyface (and one hell of a poised smile too), so it’s always jarring to think that while he must come off as a ferocious opponent to some players, he’s just mochi-faced Ness to you.

Sometimes he’ll pinch your cheeks too, just to mess with you. It’s cute when you get all flustered and stunned, always used to being the one to do it to him. He likes riling you up only to smile at you angelically like he always does, blatantly wearing his satisfaction all over his face. If you let him get carried away with it, he’ll trail after you for as long as he can. Lying in wait for the perfect chance, he’ll stick by your side as if glued to your hip to swoop in and catch you when you let your guard down. Don’t worry—he’ll make sure the rest of his team doesn’t see you with your face stretched out in between his hands.

“Did I play well today? Yay, I’m glad to hear! Kaiser’s playing is really amazing, isn’t it? It’s fun to see my magic work out. Won’t you reward me for always giving it my all?”

—kissing his eyelids

Chigiri likes reveling in the calm after the storm. After giving it all while playing, what he needs to unwind is something that can take his mind off of things for a little while. He’s still looking for ways to improve and utilize his full potential, but he’s more than his skillset at the end of the day. He wants someone who can hold him and tell him he’s doing great as he is, reminding him that these quiet cadences in between high tension moments are necessary to ground him.

Chigiri finds himself at his happiest when he’s laying down, his head resting in your lap. It would be so easy to just drift away and forget the world as he is, but he wants to stay awake for a little bit more to watch your face and lose himself in your presence. Sometimes you’ll play with his hair or distract yourself by watching something on your phone, but you never fail to lean down every once in a while to kiss his eyes and call him your precious pretty boy.

He never knew such a simple thing could make his heart flutter so much. He’s been stuck in his head for too long, focusing too much on ‘what ifs’ and his own fears, that such a small act of intimacy is enough to throw him off entirely. Chigiri wants to become more graceful at taking whatever kisses you send his way, so he isn’t staring dumbfounded at you with his cheeks turning the same shade of red as his hair. He feels like a schoolgirl with a crush when you beam down at him as if nothing happened, and the butterflies in his stomach are enough to keep him up the entire night.

Unlike some of the other boys who would rather die than be caught doing anything couple-y in front of their teammates, Chigiri has absolutely no issues with it. He’ll smugly walk onto the field after you kiss him good luck, knowing perfectly well that he’ll give it his all as usual when he knows you’re cheering him on so thoroughly. His teammates can only dream of having such a supportive significant other as you, and he always looks to you with pride when he spots you in the seats during practice or actual games.

“Do you like kissing me on my eyelids that much? You do? You’re making me shy… It’s fine. I don’t want you to stop. Kiss me again?”

—adjusting his appearance

Yukimiya is used to having eyes on him all the time. Even away from having people always evaluating him for his athletic career, he’s used to being stared at whenever he’s on the street or being ogled by the people who directly help with his modeling career. He doesn’t think too much of it usually, but sometimes he wants a breather where he can exist without someone scrutinizing him from some angle. This is why he likes being with you so much. You never treat him like some spectacle. He’s your boyfriend, and that’s all there is to it.

And whenever you adjust his appearance, it’s never to make him more “palatable” or “professional.” You do it to help him out. It’s never these glasses will make you look more handsome, it’s you’ll get a headache if you wear your glasses crooked for so long, Yuki. You really have nothing but his best interest in mind at all times, and you don’t care about how he looks. He could be coming straight from a modeling job or be rolling out of bed; you love him all the same.

He especially likes it when you fix his clothes a bit. It warms his heart whenever you take a moment to button up his coat for him or smooth out his hair, your hands lingering over his body enough to make his heart skip a beat. It’s a kind of everyday, domestic intimacy that Yukimiya learned to appreciate while he can. They don’t come often for someone who always has to stay poised and ready like him, and he devours your cozy love like the starved man he is.

Yukimiya swears that one day he’ll work up the courage and the status to do whatever he wants with you. He won’t do anything rash, but he wants to be comfortable enough with his job and himself to be able to kiss you and hold you in public, to not have to be so reliant on these quick touches and fleeting gestures to satisfy his longing heart. But until then, he’ll ask you to continue being patient with him, and he promises that he’ll return your love tenfold when he can.

“I have something on my face…? Would you mind getting it for me? Thank you, love. You’re always so kind to me. It makes me very happy. I hope you know that!”

—hooking your arm around his

Reo has been raised to be a gentleman, only ever getting aggressive when the situation calls for it. He follows his own desires, refusing to give them up no matter what, and his love for you runs deep in the same way. But he won’t ever let you be harmed by his own greedy wants, preferring to show the more polished and smooth side of him more than the desperate boy within him that wants something to keep him on his toes. He’ll be the ideal boyfriend, being your knight-in-shining-armor (or a shining limousine) and never pushing you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Which is why he likes it so much when you sometimes take the initiative and confirm that you feel the same way about him. You hooking your arm around his tells him that you like being around him enough to actively go out of your way to get closer to him, and despite all the immense pressure around the two of you due to his status as an heir, you don’t mind being seen with him in a way that’s clearly romantic. It makes his heart swell up with happiness to be parading around the street with you latched onto the crook of his elbow like a normal couple, and with how cute the two of you are, you’re bound to leave everyone green with jealousy.

To top it off, at the end of every hangout or date with him, Reo will insist on escorting you back home. Not only is it a way for him to make sure you get home safe, it’s also a great excuse to spend a few more minutes with you. He cherishes these stolen moments: walking through your town with you right next to him, arms entangled together, away from the chaos of Blue Lock and his family, with nothing but the rising stars and the elegant moon to witness you kissing him goodnight before being dropped off.

Reo can’t wait for the day where you won’t ever have to let go. He might keep a picture of you like that saved and stashed away somewhere in his room. The two of you on a small date, side-by-side, lost in each other: whenever he finds himself missing you, he’ll pull it out to stare at it before smiling like the lovestruck fool he is. He might even gush about it to Nagi, chatting the poor boy’s ear off about how he wishes you were there right now to cling to him until Nagi eventually smothers Reo with a pillow so he can go back to gaming in peace.

“Hold me tight, and stay on this side of the sidewalk, okay? It’s not safe to walk close to the road. Don’t worry! I’ll protect you! You can always count on me.”

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #alexis ness #hyouma chigiri #kenyu yukimiya #reo mikage #x reader #my writing #YUKI NATION WAKE THE FUCK UP IM HERE TO FEED YOU

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itneverendshere · 1 year

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"this love came back to me." - vi

Pairing: Sunghoon!AU x Reader

Summary: sunghoon never stopped loving his best friend's older sister. even when you broke his heart. even when you left. will he finally let you go or will you finally open up your heart to him?

Chapter word count: 2.126k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: more Angst!! childhood friends; cute; friends to...soulmates; heartache; slowburn!!

vi. knowing me, knowing you

It was very much hard and bitter to leave the place you lived your entire life.

You remember it felt like you were suddenly leaving everything you built behind. It was hard. Months of hard crying, irresistible pain, and every possible fear.

Everything was new, from the food to the weather to the goddamn bathrooms.

Suddenly all was different, and you’d barely had any time to adjust.

And yet you were so proud of yourself for being able to make such a hard decision.

The day your parents and Jake drove to the airport to send you off, was one of the hardest days you had to endure. You cried for hours as if you were twelve again. It was hard to control yourself. Realizing Sunghoon wasn’t coming to the airport, that he wasn’t saying goodbye, was the cherry on top of the cake for your water gates to keep flowing. He was supposed to be there, scolding you surely, but hugging the living days out of you.

You’ve come to understand that home was a feeling. It wasn’t your hometown you missed while you were in London. You longed for your people. “Home” wasn’t just a construction with your name on the address plate. The people in it made it home. The memories you made in that place, from growing up to leaving for college, made it home. And there were fights at a home.

Nobody was perfect, but the love you got to receive was always unconditional.

That was one constant thing in your life. A place where you could always return to if things got bad. An unperfect place, where memories were born, ones that you’ll cherish in your future.

According to the dictionary, unpacking means to “open and remove contents of (a suitcase, bag, or package”. But right now, it means a lot more than such a simple action to you. With each passing minute, unpacking seems to allow you to revisit all your memories. From the sweaters that your grandmother gifted you on your 15th birthday and that you still have to this day, however, worn they may be. To your favorite books, some of them new, recently acquired in small markets, others old and used, your favorites.

And above all, the only photo album you managed to stuff in one of your suitcases, one of your prized possessions. It was a Christmas present from about three years ago. Your brother and Sunghoon decided to make a photo album with pictures of the three of you, from the moment they learned to walk until your 19th birthday. It was a sweet gesture, and you did in fact cry when you saw it for the first time.

Having it in your hands now is strange, especially knowing that this is what you used to flip through whenever you got homesick.

“Is that what I think it is?”

You startle at Sunghoon’s urgency but don’t flinch. He’s always put you at ease even when he’s being his loud self. You’d invited him over after the party, suggesting he’d help you unpack while catching up on each other’s lives for the past two years. And perhaps, address the big elephant in the room. If you ever got the courage to do it.

“This?” You ask, lifting the photo album.

Of course, he means that, but he never liked being a sarcastic prick around you. That’s something he reserves for the boys nowadays. So, he replies as softly as he can “Yeah.”

You hide the book behind your back, “Maybe.”

He quickly stands up, long limbs taking up most of the place in the room, and walks over to where you’re sitting, as he shifts his entire body in your direction.

“Let me take a look? It’s been years since I’ve seen it.”

“You’re supposed to be helping me unpack,” Your voice is lightened by a confused bemusement, “Plus, it’s your gift. I’m pretty sure you remember the entire thing.”

He does. But finding out you took his gift with you, to London, is doing something to his heart. Standing in your bedroom, after he lugged your bags up the stairs with bare feet and the biggest dimpled smile, he’d ever felt donned on his face, feels unreal.

You’re here.

“Please?” Sunghoon chimes in, gently taking a few strands of your hair into his palm, and fiddling his finger through them, detangling them as you focus on the task at end.

Don’t react.

It’s not something new. He’d always had this habit of being close to you, ever since you two were kids. It shouldn’t feel any different now, but it’s a little overwhelming how you two have gone back to what you were before, in such a small amount of time.

“I’ll even unpack everything on my own.”

“Absolutely not—,” you start.

“I made it, so technically I don’t need your permission.”

You turn to look at him, face on, “Jake helped.”

“We both know he didn’t.” He mutters, a smug smile on his punchable face, “I let him take half the credits because he forgot to buy you something.”

“Ohhh,” there’s a teasing note in your voice as you give him the sly look, “You’re just going to throw him under the bus like that?”

“What,” he lets out a barking laugh, the smile reaching his eyes, “You mean like you did when we were seven?”

“Oh my god,” you hiss, pushing your hands against his shoulder, giving him a hard shove. He barely moves as he keeps laughing, “I was nine and it was an accident!”

“You broke his nose.”

“By accident!” You huff, opening your jacket, and fanning yourself in an attempt to cool off from the heat in your room, “Maybe don’t sneak up on a girl at night?”

Sunghoon runs his hands through his dark hair, fighting the urge to look at you, “There’s also that one time you—“

“All right asshole, we get it, I was a terrible person back then.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” He sits back with a grin, winding you up like this was way too easy but, to be honest, it just had to be done.

There’s just something about the way you look when you’re being carefree.

Humming, your eyes flick up to his, “I'm a lot nicer now, right?”

The sarcasm and the sweetness dripping from your every word make him want to blush like a school boy. It feels like an entire galaxy is swirling inside him, just like the fresh lemonade you made earlier. Sunghoon feels like a kid again.

“Improvement is never bad.”

There’s no sound in the house, yet it feels like everything is and everyone is moving, moving, and not talking. Your mouth is dryer than a sandbox in summer, if he doesn’t stop looking at you like that, you’re going to be sick. You feel like a kid again. You can feel the fear in your chest waiting to take over, perhaps it’s something else, perhaps it only wants to protect you but there really isn’t any danger, besides the fact he’s giving you that one rueful smile, dark brown eyes sparkling with mirth, and it drives you mad.

You give your shoulders a slight wiggle, snapping out of whatever made-up scenario you just got stuck in, “Where’s yours then?”

If he was close two minutes ago, you are practically on his lap now as he leaps forward and pokes you in the side, his rough fingers digging into the soft flesh under your arms, making you instantly squirm with laughter before he breaks away from you.

“Are you trying to wind me up, pretty girl?” His breath manages to tickle you hear and it sends a noticeable shiver down your spine. You blame it on jetlag, not the old nickname, “Pretty sure I can throw you over my shoulder now.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” you mock with a laugh, flicking the hair out of your eyes, “As if I’d ever go down without a fight.”

“And funnily enough you always end up thrown in the pool,” Sunghoon just grins evilly. And if Jake was in the house, he’d be dramatically calling out for the summer tradition to begin.

“I’ll get you back, eventually. Got a few years to make up to.”

There’s a sudden stillness in him. It scares you a little, you’re not sure why. You don’t even blink, you just keep your eyes on him as he seems to ignore the strained silence. It’s not like you aren’t used to the quiet side of Sunghoon, that was one of the many traits you loved about him, but after being away…it feels like you’ve got to set your feet on the ground again.

“Hey,” He says, breaking the quietness of the summer morning, “I know we talked about it last night…but I’ve got some things to say, I’m just not sure how to start.”

Well, fuck me. You can hear the alarm rings going off in your head, but you remain seated and quiet.

Being scared is a tough, tough emotion. But Sunghoon learned, over the years, that he can be scared and still stand his ground. He can be scared, terrified, and still think clearly, with logic and heart, and self-control. It took him a long time to get here, but he’s proud of how much he’s evolved.

His brows are drawn together, deepening the lines on his forehead, and playing with the hallows of his cheeks, showing off his cheekbones, “I’m not just sorry.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing again.”

“Yes, I should,” his tongue feels thick in his mouth, “I was in love with you, for years. And when you needed me the most, I was selfish.”

“No, I was hurting you, constantly. I pushed you away, I kept the truth from you...” your voice is barely a whisper, but it still cracks with emotion, “You’ve always been good to me.”

Sunghoon’s hand reaches out covering your own, his fingers looping over your palm and holding you firm, “I…I did go to the airport.”

There’s a point where everything stops, the wind, the scent of the flowers just outside your balcony, even the sound of your breathing – yet you keep on looking at him. A second or two later everything continues, but it feels like hours before your process his words. Something feels wrong. Your hand shakes but the ground is still. This is new and different, and your lips don’t feel the same.

Your vision blurs as you swallow hard, lips trembling as you attempt to hold back the onslaught of despair welling up from inside you. You’d tried so hard to keep him out, at arm's lengths, because he hurt you and you hurt him. Because you convinced yourself things would’ve been so different if he’d shown up at the airport. Because you would have stayed the second, he asked you.

Swallowing hard, he can’t seem to look at you, “I stood in the back while you said your goodbyes…because I didn’t think you’d want me to be there. And all I wanted was to run up to you and beg you to stay.”

“That’s all I ever wanted Sunghoon,” You whispered honestly, “I wanted London so bad, but…I—,“ a broken sob slips past your lips, “I wanted you more. I would’ve stayed the moment you asked me to, that’s why I didn’t tell you I was leaving.”

Sunghoon instantly pulls you into his arms and out of shame, perhaps to hide his own tears, buries your face against his neck, allowing another broken sob to come out. His hands feel warm against your back, stroking you to soothe away the pain.

“I think you needed to go,” the deep rumble of his voice comforts you, “I wanted you to be mine, so, so fucking bad. But you had to go, and I understood that, after months.”

“Sunghoon.”

“And it’s okay if you leave again,” You squeeze your eyes close as you clung to him even harder, his words hitting your heart, “Because I’m always going to be right here, waiting for you. Because all romantic feelings aside, you are my best friend, pretty.”

You feel him stiffen in your arms, and your hands grip the muscles in his back as he presses a tender kiss into your hair. Squeezing your eyes closed, you keep clinging to him, in your childhood bedroom, as the birds chirp outside.

Sooner or later, you’ll have to end up coming to terms with your reality. Is it too late? Has he moved on? You're not sure if your heart can take a lot more but it seems Summer is just getting started.

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.....first of all: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO UPDATE.

idk what happened but I got writers block, then I traveled to Barcelona to see Blackpink and then got back and had midterms. Now I'm currently in my exam season <333 but anything is better than studying so I got inspired to write :))

I'll attempt to do better from now on honestly, bc their story is just starting. Also gonna tag a few ppl here that asked me to a while back:

@iloveoceaneyesss

@tobiosbbyghorl

@stinkoscope

if you don't want to be tagged anymore pls let me know!! and if you want me to add you, just comment or send me a message (im gonna do my best to do it)

anyways, thank you for reading and for all the love <3 I really love writing this story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do. also gonna follow everyone back! or attempt to

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trollprincess · 11 months

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So there was that post that went around a bit ago where someone was like, “Look what my friend built!” And it was this cute mini-bookstore. And I responded, “Oh, I have those kits! They’re super-fun!”

I don’t want people to think that doing these kits means you’re not creative, or thoughtful, or didn’t accomplish something. I ordered a bunch of these kits during the height of the pandemic and didn’t get a chance to finish them because of stress and two jobs and making @disasterarea-podcast and so so much. But now I’ve been making a point of completing the ones I have.

The thing is, whether they’re simple or complex, making things like these mini-dollhouses are a blessing for my anxiety and depression. I can take my meds, I can try to eat healthy, I can call my therapist, but honestly getting high and working on these little dollhouses has been some of the best therapy I’ve done in ages.

It doesn’t have to be perfect. You can be a mess. They come with lights, and maybe you just can’t wire them correctly. But you’re making something, and when you’re finished - even if it’s off-center or missing pieces or you clearly fucked something up - you completed something. And it’s cute! And you can sit it on your shelf and see that maybe you can’t summon the urge to clean or leave your apartment or take the dog for long hikes, but you can at least glue two pieces of wood together, and it’s one small thing. One small accomplishment.

I keep my finished ones on a ladder shelf, and I need to get another one.

The thing is, they’re relatively inexpensive. You can get plenty of them for $20 to $40 bucks, with bigger ones going to maybe $70 or so. I order them off Amazon, only because it’s next to impossible for me to find them in stores near me. (I bought one in the New York Public Library’s gift shop.)

I have an Amazon wishlist of ones I haven’t gotten yet but want. But I can’t suggest enough doing whatever little creative thing that makes you happy, even if you do it badly. Some of the lights on mine don’t work. I’ve torn the paper trying to glue stuff. My measurements aren’t always on point.

But goddamn, making a tiny sofa out of balsa wood and felt is a hell of a lot less stressful than all … you know, that. *gestures outside at the whole wide world*

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 11 months

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This is just a simple one shot I thought of the other day while I was working it’s not all that good I can 100% understand that , but I hope it’s enjoyable , it’s just a cute little story of George taking care of an upset Matty and helping him , I’m sorry it’s a little jumpy but I hope you like it.

“Matty I swear you better answer your phone “

That was the last thing I send him about an hour ago, I’m now in the back of an Uber on my way to his place, worry coursing through me as he hasn’t been at rehearsal for almost a week and none of us have heard from him since we got back 3 weeks ago. We know he’s not doing great but we’ve been trying to help but he’s not making it easy. This drive to his feels like the longest drive I swear , I’m tapping away at my legs getting more anxious every time we stop. I keep checking my phone just to be sure he hasn’t texted I know he won’t but I need to check either way.

When I arrive at his, I basically run up to his door checking under the plant pit for the spare key and quietly enter just to be sure I don’t accidentally startle him. As I’m heading through the house I see a scattering of mugs everywhere that’s nothing new none of them are empty either again nothing new. The thing that’s putting me off his bow quiet it is in here. It’s never quiet, there’s usually always some type of noise or loudness coming from somewhere in the house. “Hey Matty, where are ya”, he’s not anywhere I’ve check so far , the smart option would be that he’s in his bedroom bits it’s past midday so I assume he’d have at least been awake but I guess not. I head to his room and slightly nudge the door open there’s a small lump in the bed and the sheets are in a heap, as I step closer that’s when I notice that he’s still asleep hair strewn over the pillow such a mess, he’s got clothes on so that’s a start he’s not naked. I spot his suitcase in the corner he hasn’t even unpacked yet , it’s open and there clothes spilling out from it like he’s looked for something in the suitcase but hasn’t made an attempt to put his stuff away. Now I’m stiff next to the bed and I’m shaking him a little “Come on Matty, it’s like 2pm , there’s no way you can still be asleep” still nothing so I shake him a little harder this time. He jumps awake and pulls away

“G…George “, is eyes taking a second to adjust to the light squinting as he rubs his eyes “why are you here?”

“Mate , what’s up with you , you haven’t been to rehearsals and no one’s heard from ya , I came to see if you where okay” , I sat on the side of the bed next to him trying to work out if he’s doing okay , he looks a bit pale and his stubble is starting to grow “like honestly what’s up?”

He racks his hand back through his greasy hair and lays back down “just feel like shit G” , I don’t know if he means physically or mentally but either way I need to help him so I shake him up a little again.

“Come on Matty , let’s get you up”, he shake his head only a little though and pulls the blanket around himself turning away from me. “Come on, you’ll feel better if you shower”, I pull the duvet off of him and wrap my arms around his small frame trying to pick him up , but he’s making it a little hard slightly flailing about and asking me to put him down.”Then get up yourself lazy bones , and hop in the shower , I’ll help you wash your hair if you want”. A shit eating grin appears on his face at the mention of me washing his hair, he loves it when someone else washes his hair. I let him go this time letting him drop the small distance back the bed “Come on needy”. I rise from the bed and offer him my hand which he grabs and I drag him through to the en-suite

He’s stood there in the bathroom looking tiny and frail “Have you eaten since you got back Matty?”, he lets out a small whimper with a shrug “a little not much I guess then aye”, he nods at my response, “come on off with these”, I gesture towards his T-shirt and jogging pants. He slowly starts to take off his clothes I make my way around him and get the shower going checking the temperature to make sure it’s warm enough then remove my shirt as I guide him slowly under the shower listening to him sigh as the heat reaches his body “that’s it mate get yourself cleaned up , I’ll wait just out here until your ready for me to do your hair okay”, he nods slowly. I close up the shower door and sit on the sink taking my phone out texting the boys letting them know that I’m here with Matty and that I’ll get him sorted. After a couple of minutes I here his call for me

“I’m ready G” , with that I step back into the shower with him ignoring that my jeans will get soaked as he passes me the shower gel , I lather it up in my hands waiting until it’s really soapy and start rubbing my hands through his hair, Matty leans against me as I massage his scalp making sure I get it all in, “So what’s been going on then Matty?”

“Just haven’t felt great in my head lately and I didn’t want to bother you guys”, his eyes are currently closed as he’s leaning against my shoulder and humming away when I find a place that he likes “I’m sorry, I know I should have said but I was just too in m head”, I slowly guide him back under the water to rinse off the soap

“Matty, you know you can always tell us when something is wrong, do you want help cleaning the house up or some food first?”, I don’t expect him to answer straight away as he’s under the water and I’m just stood watching him relax fully under the water.

We both exit the shower at the same time and I throw him one of the softest towels from the cupboard under the sink and tell him to get wrapped up and warm “I don’t want to go out just yet so can we maybe clean up first”, he lead him back to the bedroom and sit him back onto the bed and ruffle through the clothes in his suitcase stopping when I come across a T-shirt I know we both love and his skinny black jeans and I give them to him “put these on yeh and we can get to cleaning, I’ll be down stairs doing the dishes when your ready okay”, he nods at me softly as I pat his cheeks , with a smile and make my way back downstairs picking up mugs on the cabinets on my way down.

Down stairs there’s not coffee cups scattered around the place after picking them all up and loading up the sink, I start filling it up with water and look for the dish soup I finally find it on the window sill of course it’s the lemon one , I shake my head at him , I begin cleaning the dishes up and wait for him to come down. after some time he appears at the kitchen door “Alright G”, he still looks small but a little more awake than before

“How you feeling Matty ?, pass me that pan in the hob yeh?”, he doubters over the hob, brings me the pan and sits up on the counter next to me

“Everything is a little fuzzy if I’m honest G , I don’t know when the feeling started and I know you guys have been texting me all week to come to rehearsal but I just couldn’t even get out of bed, it just felt like something was pushing on my chest pushing me down and I was stuck there for days, and the only thing that I was able to get up for was coffee, I don’t even want to face people right now” , he’s flailing his arms , not really gesturing at anything , being as Matty about it as possible as he continues to talk. “I do miss you guys and I wanted to be there I promise but It was just hard to do”

“It’s alright Matty , we understand , we really do, I just wanted to check up on you didn’t I”, I finish up washing the dishes and wipe my hands down on my jeans placing my hands on his knees and kiss his head “I missed you too love”, I pull him into a hug finally letting him be close to me and rub my hands up and down his back “you can let it all out now” , This is when he starts to sob onto my shoulder, having held it back since I came in. I know that he needs to let it out. “What’s for dinner then , Maccies?” , He looks up at my face this time with another grin that nearly split his face

“Your driving though right ?” , I nod to him smiling back at him , and pull him from the counter letting him run off to put on his shoes , at this I run back upstairs to grab my shirt I took off in the shower ealier. Once I’ve retrieved it and Matty has his shoes on,We both run outside and hop into his car and race off to maccies. It’s quite a quiet journey, but I just let him rest there with his head on the window looking small as he sits in the passenger seat. When we get to the drive through , I wait there for Matty to ask the employee for his order but he’s not opening his mouth just shaking his head at me “can you just do it G please”

I shake my head and smile at his petulance , after ordering a quarter cheese burger meal for myself I order Matty a Double cheese burger , large strawberry milkshake , apple pie and a Latte. He’s smiling at me now “you always remember my order”

“After so many years of knowing you and what you like why would I forgot , you’ll start with the burger get bored of it after what 3 bites you’ll give it to me and fill up on the pie and milkshake and leave the coffee till last and complain when it’s cold”, I smile at him now once we finish paying for the order and are waiting to receive it , while we’re waiting I hand him a cigarette and my lighter “I know you must be gagging for one by now” , he takes them from me smiling like a child in a candy shop and when I get the order I hand it to him also I then drive into the car park and smile , taking my time to watch him grab his things and hand the back back to me I take hold of the wheel and smile “where to miss??” , mocking the titanic , a film we watched for the 100the time while away on tour before we came back, this made him laugh like mad

“Jesus G, I don’t think Leo would be very happy that your stealing his Rizz , but uh anywhere drive wherever you’d like” , and just like I said he would while slurping on his milkshake he takes approximately three bites of his burger and is handing it to me with those big pleading eyes of his “take it , I don’t want it”, and gleefully opens the pie box, “although these I could eat all day”.

I smile at this because although he may seem mysterious to the rest of the world , I can read this man like a damn book “thanks”, after taking the burger in my hand , I drive off , thinking I’ll take him to the beach , there’s a football in the back of his car, it’s been in there for years so maybe a kick about will do him some good , “footie?”

He takes a few drags of his cigarette and continues to slurp on his milkshake and nods his head vigorously “that sounds great, thank you G”

#george daniel #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy

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littlefroginthegarden · 5 months

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Sold to Heartsteel 3/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

Part 3

At the top of the stairs, we enter a spacious hallway, still built from the same white stone, laid out with a red carpet. How clichée, I think to myself. Mr. Mundo turns to the left and follows the hallway, until he stops at a white door. A glowing red lamp above the door catches my attention. Mr. Mundo presses a small button next to the door and waits. After a few moments, the lamp turns off and he opens the door, gesturing for me to enter. As I walk in, I realize I’m in a studio. The room is full of mixing panels, computer screens and meticulously ordered cables all over the walls. There is so much happening in this room that I nearly miss the person sitting in front of one of the computer screens. They turn around when I enter and get up, coming towards me. I can see their tall and slender silhouette against all the different-colored little lights in the background. As they come closer, I see fluffy turquoise hair and a silver necklace glinting over their dark blue turtleneck.

Suddenly I realize who's standing in front of me. “Aphelios? What the fuck?”

Aphelios just looks at me for a moment, curiosity sparking in his eyes. He turns to Mr. Mundo and rapidly signs something, which the large man translates.

“He says welcome and asks for your name.”

I barely manage to answer even this simple question, I am still so shocked about suddenly standing in front of my idol and realizing that he bought me.

“Hwei. My name is Hwei.” At this, a questioning look briefly shows on Aphelios’ face, before he answers.

“He says it’s nice to meet you, Hwei. I’m going to show you to your room now and bring your suitcase and he will come knocking a bit later when he's done with his project for the day.”

Aphelios gives me a smile and a small wave before going back to his workstation, putting his headset back on. What am I even supposed to feel now? I’m at the house of one of my idols but the situation is super fucked up and I’m really quite confused right now. I just follow Mr. Mundo to the other end of the hallway. The last door to the left opens into a spacious room, furnished with a large couch, drawers along the back wall and a huge screen with a console in front of the couch. I am stunned but Mr. Mundo doesn’t give me time to take it all in, he opens one of the two doors that are on the left-hand wall and when I peer into the new room I see a huge double bed with a perfectly smoothed blanket on it. The room itself isn’t too big, a cute little bedroom. I don’t dare to open the second door, scared of accidentally breaking rules that I’m not aware of yet. My curiosity gets resolved just moments later when he opens the door for me. It’s a small bathroom with a shower, toilet and a huge mirror above the sink. Mr. Mundo turns around and looks at me.

“This is your room for the foreseeable future. If you need anything, just text or call me.” He hands me a card with his name and a phone number on it. Then he reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a keyring with two keys on it.

“This one–” with this he points to a larger security key “is for the entrance door. Always keep it locked! The other one is for your room.” With this, he turns around and leaves before I can even answer.

I don’t even know anymore.

I let myself sink onto the couch and try to order my thoughts.

#heartsteel #ezreal #yone #kayn #sett #aphelios #ksante #hwei #league of legends #riot games #riot games music #heartsteel headcanons #hwei pov #hwei x heartsteel #not gonna tell you who though hehe youll have to find out i guess #heartsteel mlm #transmasc character #this is just a trashy fun little project #dont take it too seriously

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slowdiived · 2 years

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I hate to clog up your ask box so u can skip this if its too silly! But could I ask for kurt visiting readers home for the first time to spend the night n notices all of their stuffed animals on their bed like their bed is so full of them!! They just have a lot of them from their childhood and now they like to collect them too =)

this is so me.

“uh so this is my room,” you gesture to the open door and kurt peeks in, slowly looking around.

“i like it,” he smiles as he makes his way in. “i like the posters n’ stuff.”

he looks to your bed that is littered with stuffed animals, everything from old teddy bears to a cute little dinosaur. he steps over and sits down, looking at each one. you blush from a bit of embarrassment knowing that you might’ve had an addiction to little stuffed toys. they just made you happy, they were soft and cuddly.

“i didn’t know y-you liked stuffies,” he looked up at you. “i would’ve got you one as a thank you gift.”

“oh you don’t need to get me any,” you laugh nervously. “i couldn’t accept it.”

“oh stop,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “i like you, i will give you gifts no matter what.”

you just smile and sit next to him, the other end of the bed sinking down. he pokes each one as he looks at them. he picks one up, it’s a little yoshi, and he starts messing with it. he makes it bounce over to you and gives you a lil kiss on the cheek. you giggle as he started doing his best yoshi impression, your heart fluttering at him being so playful.

“uh just to let you know and it might be a little weird,” you put your hand on his knee. “i do still hold one every night so if i’m cuddling with the bunny right here, don’t make fun of me.”

“this one?” he picks it up, old and a little matted, but still in decent shape.

“uh yeah,” you smile. “i’ve had her since i was about two. my mom gave it to me for my birthday. she has been my favorite ever since.”

he smiled warmly at you, his mind relaying a scene of you as a small child receiving a cute bunny. he liked to think about small things like that when it came to you, it adds to your charm. he normally didn’t care to think about anyone but himself. yet when it came to you, he wanted to learn it all. every stuffed animals story, every poster, every knickknack, he wanted to know the ins and outs.

“you’re so cute,” he blurted without even a single pushback in his brain. “i-i mean if it’s okay if i say that, i d-don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything because i really-“

you cut his blabbering off with a kiss, sweet and simple. he kissed back, hand trailing to behind your neck. he carefully pushed your hair back, the bunny sitting carefully in his lap.

he pulled away, “so what’s her name?”

“jam,” you smiled, your noses so close to touching.

he made jam creep up and boop you on the nose. you giggled and took her out of kurt’s hands to do the same to him.

“oh what’s that jam?” you playfully brought the bunny to your ear. “yeah? uh huh…… yeah okay….. yeah i’ll tell him right now.”

kurt watched you light up as you got comfortable to be silly in front of him. his mind wandering to when you would’ve named her, you running around with her as a toddler, you still holding onto her now, so near and dear to your heart. he had never felt this way before, this alluring nostalgia that wasn’t even his.

you interrupted his thinking.

“jam wants me to tell you that she likes you,” you giggled to him. “she says that she thinks you are really nice but she wants you to know something…”

“let jam speak,” he giggled, grabbing her gently.

he mimicked you, bringing her close to his ear.

“oh wow!” he said loudly. “oh okay…. yeah…. cool.”

“what did she say?”

“she told me it’s top secret,” he gave you an “i’m sorry” look. “she said she will only tell you if you give me a-another kiss.”

you giggled and her wish was your command, kissing kurt so gently, lips pressing together. you quickly pulled away, eager to see what the big secret was.

“okay she said that- wait hold on,” he brought her up to his ear again. “oh no, wait jam i’m so sorry… i promise… no i’m serious… ugh!”

you gave him a puzzled look.

“she said i can’t say it,” he shrugged. “huh. b-better luck next time.”

you both played around a bit after that, messing with your stuffed animals and exchanging little kisses, his heart happy and full. it was the first time in a long time he had been so happy, his eyes lighting up and his worry melting away. he wasn’t nervous to mess things up once, excited to just be with you.

oh, and the secret from jam?

she wanted kurt to tell you he loved you, but that was for a different time.

#kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle x reader #spree #spree movie #kurt kunkle x fem reader #joe keery #kurt kunkle/reader

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bandit-prince · 1 year

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“I think two counts as an infestation.”

The Drifter felt the hair on the back of his neck raise up as the voice reaches his ears, head jerking around to see who had managed to sneak up on him. Dark brown eyes relax slightly at seeing the familiar face of Eris Morn sitting casually on the railing around the Annex.

Still, his hands didn’t hesitate, pulling something behind his back as he turns to face the Warlock with a smile. “Whatcha talkin’ about, Moondust? Just me an’ you here far as I can tell.”

Eris’ eyes shimmered behind the black veil, though, they did not blink. “Drifter, I may not be able to see, but I can still hear. A child’s laughter isn’t a thing one can easily miss.”

The Drifter tenses, feeling the thing behind his back squirm as it tried to see who was speaking. And then slowly, ever so slowly, his grip loosens, allowing the child to peek around his side.

He takes a breath, before gesturing to what looked like a miniature version of himself. The girl’s black hair was tied back with a length of red string, those brown eyes big and curious, though she still clung to Drifter’s belt as she looks at Eris.

“This is dinner. Just, haven’t put it on yet.” His face is passive, though Eris knew it was a joke.

“Dinner? Hm, I thought you put more care into your meals, there’s hardly any meat on her bones as it is.” She smiles, and the light from it brightens her grim face. “Besides, she’s too cute for that. Hello, little one. Do you have a name?”

The child hesitates, head ducking slightly, though Drifter prods her forward. “Lucy, this is Eris. She’s a..friend of mine. She’s your uh, god mother, or something fancy like that.”

Lucy looks up at Eris Morn untrustingly, but edges forward a bit closer. She was small, though that had more to do with her being so young, Eris figured. “Hi.” She says, waving a little. “I like your eyes.”

Eris’ hand briefly touches the veil, but she contains the urge to hide her face, forcing her hand back down into her lap. “That’s very kind of you. I like your dress, Lucy.”

The girl smiles, twirling around to show off the simple dress. “Thanks! Dad got it for me!”

Drifter’s face was like a smooth glass pane, not a wrinkle of worry across it, though Eris knew he was tense. She could feel it.

“Well, that’s very nice of him, isn’t it?” She stands, smoothing out the wrinkles in her robes. “I think I’ll take my leave now. Good bye, Drifter. It was nice to meet you, Lucy.”

Drifter fidget’s with a coin, watching as Eris turned to leave, watching her disappear around the corner.

“Stay here. If anyone else comes in, hide in those crates.”

He dashes out of the Annex, chasing after the Warlock, heart beating hard in his chest.

“Eris! Eris, wait-“

She stops, her right foot resting on the edge of the stairs leading up to the launch pad. “Yes?” She says, turning back to look at the rogue over her shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry. I should have told you, but I didn’t-“ he takes a breath. “I was scared. I didn’t want anything to happen to her, fuck, I still don’t. I’m sorry.”

Eris Morn did not say anything for a moment, but she steps off the launch pad, putting her hand on Drifter’s shoulder. “I would have done the same, in these times. I cannot blame you. She’s a wonderful child. She looks just like you.”

“Heh. Yeah. Don’t know what I did to deserve her.”

“More then you think, I’m sure. But, I do wish you’d told me sooner. I’d like to help protect her, if you’ll let me.”

“..Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

#ooc #not gonna tag this because it’s HIGHLY indulgent #but hey #trans drifter with a kid

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applesap-fics · 2 years

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A moment between Mirabel and Oscar, with just a hint of bruno/oscar hidden away.

I wrote this bit to get an idea of Oscars character dynamic, and because I felt like writing Mirabel (who I think does sound a little bit younger than intended). He's based on Meg Parks concept art -- the big guy! I love him. In this verse, he has selective mutism and comes from outside the Encanto with his elderly mother. Its not a polished fic, but I liked it well enough, hehe.

(I hope this post isnt too long. I forgot you cant add readmores on mobile.) Hope you like!

Oscar Perez was a big guy, quiet, more so than any other newcomer that had come through the crack in the mountain. Once he started helping around Casita, though, out of some sense of obligation, gratitude, or need to connect with anyone other than his elderly mother, the Madrigals got to know him much better, and it turned out he was a total sweetheart.

He had helped Mirabel design and sew little costumes for the rats in Bruno's very ambitious new play -- the entirety of Hamlet complete with narration, costumes, and set design -- and he'd honest to god squealed when they observed the end result together. Before delving into yet another long afternoon of pricked fingertips as they tried to complete the collection of miniature clothing, they sat contented in Casita's lounge, waiting for Bruno.

"Why are you so quiet anyway?" Mirabel asked him.

"I get nervous."

"Oh, I get that." She kicked her skirt up as she swung her legs on the bench. "But you're talking to me. And Antonio likes talking to you and you say hello to Camilo."

"Yeah. Because you are small and not very intimidating."

"Says the big guy!"

"Wasn't always so big..." he muttered. He cleared his throat. "Uhm, what I'm about to tell you isn't exactly secret, but it's not something I can go around and tell people. And it's, uhh. Embarrassing."

"O-kay?"

"You can tell your aunts and uncles about it. Probably makes it easier if I'm hanging around your mother's kitchen more often. Let's see if I can explain it.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Children are very chaotic. You guys always do whatever you want. Easy life, especially the little ones. It doesn't matter much what I say because there's no impact on me. I'm the adult; it's a situation I control. But when I talk to people my age I can't expect anything. Or rather, I have to be prepared for anything. I want to talk, but I just freeze up."

"Ohh." Mirabel looked down at her skirt.

"I’m a very different person at home. People always assume I'm simple. And I don't gesture much." He shrugged his big shoulders, quirked the corner of his mouth, and sighed. “It’s easier to let them think I’m hard and tough than try to stutter through a conversation.”

Mirabel thought about it.

"Antonio didn't use to talk much either. He talked to me, but even then he wouldn't reply half the time. It made tía Pepa so worried. But then he got his gift and now he cant stop talking! About his animals, at least."

Oscar smiled. His mustache moved with it, and because it made him look kind of cute rather than stoic it made Mirabel smile too. She didn’t know why she told Oscar about Antonio. Their situations were a little different. And Antonio was 7, so it wasn't like Oscar could relate to a kid or deserved to be compared to one.

"Something in his mind that makes him feel safer with pets," Oscar remarked.

"I guess. Do you feel safer with younger people?"

"Oh, yes. You guys don’t do, uhh. You guys don’t do so much bad stuff."

It took a split second as she processed what that could mean before her chest constricted. Oscar must have come from a very different life. Mirabel knew she was blissfully ignorant to the outside world, dark pasts glossed over in tense moments between her grandmother and her peers, with shifty eyes of her mamá and her siblings always striving to do better because of that past. Never the full picture, always the implication. How many years had those men with torches and knives continued destroying every family in their path?

Mirabel did not want to assume anything, but she thought she got what Oscar was angling at.

"Sorry," he said, that dull mask slipping back in front of his face. "Shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mean that I have to work and get it done and make sure my mother has a nice place to live. Can’t mess that up with something bad I say."

That kind of clicked for her and she was happy to let those darker thoughts fade. "Oh, tío Bruno is the same. He worries a lot too. Except he’ll just say whatever he wants anyway and goes knock knock knock."

"He's a very good man, your uncle." Proud that he said that, Mirabel nodded. Oscar continued, "I think it's funny when he lets things slip out that he better not say. Makes him look brave."

"Well," Mirabel angled her head, bemused, "he's kind of an idiot."

Dolores popped up from behind the pillar. "Should I tell him you said that?"

"SANTA MARIA DE--" Jumping up, Mirabel let out a series of expletives.

Her cousin gave her a sly smirk, then came up next to Oscar and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Do you want me to tell people what you said to Mirabel?"

Mirabel could see Oscar clench up, even though she thought Dolores wasn't that old. Oscar made a small fist, shaking it no. "Personal," he managed.

Dolores nodded. "I could maybe spread around that you're very nice and hardworking and that you’re a friend of ours? I wouldn't want people to think I was slow just because I didn't speak."

Mirabel saw his mouth twitch and pinch, then he gave Dolores a thumbs up. "Thanks."

Dolores smiled and went on her way. Mirabel watched her go as elegantly as ever. It made her a bit jealous of how gentle she had addressed Oscar’s situation, instinctively knowing how to help him.

"Wow, she got us good!" Mirabel laughed to cheer herself up. "Don't worry, she does this all the time. Just don't think about her when you're going to the bathroom and you'll be fine. Uhm, you okay?"

Oscar had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily through his nose, fists tightened around the fabric of his slacks.

"Spooked me," he muttered after a moment. After he did some slow breaths, he added, "don't worry about me, peque. I just don't do well around spies."

For a moment, Mirabel deliberated if she should make the joke she wanted to make.

"If your past involves spies that would be kind of awesome, though."

Please god laugh and don't let him have spy traumas.

He gave her a small smile, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Nah, nothing as cool as that."

#encanto #encanto oc #mirabel madrigal #encanto fanfics #encanto fanfic #if you see another character in oscar no you dont i keep my fandoms separate #Bruno/Oscar #bruno/omc #lpqnh

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nancypullen · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day

If you know me, you know that I don’t get excited about Valentine’s Day. Scheduled affection is not my bag. I’m fortunate to be married to a very romantic guy, so I feel loved every day. Don’t get me wrong, I will celebrate the heck out of it - usually because it means chocolate and/or a meal that I didn’t cook. I was a big fan of February 14th back in elementary school when we’d make mailboxes out of decorated Captain Crunch or Frosted Flakes boxes. I found great joy in covering that cardboard with paint and doilies and glitter. We’d walk around the classroom dropping valentines in each mailbox, even the jerky boys who threw the ball too hard in dodge ball. Then we’d party with sweets and games. So sure, that was fun. Then you grow up and there’s more pressure- no, thank you. I always hated when February rolled around if I was sort of casually dating someone or in a fairly new relationship. I’d always want to ask, “Can we agree to NOT make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day? I’m not even sure I like you yet.” I hated it it (still do!) when a guy would spend way too much money. I had a sweet boyfriend my senior year of high school who gave me a small bouquet of pink roses and a handwritten list of all the things he loved about me. I’ve since lost the list but it was priceless - from deeply sweet, “You’re kind”..to practical, “You wear cute clothes.” to hilarious, “I like the way you sing Rock Lobster”. That’s the sort of stuff a girl will remember. That fellow has since gone coocoo for Cocoa Puffs, but when we were kids he was sweet. Fast forward about forty years and I’ve enjoyed decades of beautiful February days with Mr. Pullen. He never fails to surprise and delight me, even when I make him pinky promise that we are not doing valentine stuff this year. I beg him, I plead with him, and he swears he’ll stick to it. Then I wake up to beautiful stuff like this.

I came downstairs this morning to a sweet note and gorgeous roses. I ran up to his office and half yelled, “When did you even do this? Did you go out at 3am or something??” He said that he picked them up yesterday and kept them in the chilly garage last night. That’s my lover boy. We’re treating ourselves to dinner from Shore Gourmet tonight. I much prefer eating at home in my sweatpants to going out. So we picked up our order for their “Valentine Meal Kit” today. Here’s what was included...

First course - baked brie in puff pastry with chocolate strawberry jam and crostini

I’ll pop that into the oven to turn it golden brown, and while it cooks we can enjoy champagne poached shrimp.

The main course is cocoa rubbed petite filet of beef for two.

and crab cakes! Yummm! Mickey can have all the beef, dibs on the crab cakes!

The sides are simple, but pleasing.

And for dessert, beautiful chocolate covered strawberries.

They also included a freshly baked mini loaf of bread with butter. I won’t touch that but the mister will love it. I’m glad I ate light today because I’m about to murder some crab cakes. This is romance to me - it’s easy, it’s fun, and it’s shared with the one I love. If you have a sweetheart, don’t try to make a huge, expensive gesture to impress him/her - just give them what you already know they like. Watch their favorite movie and get their favorite take out, maybe order pizza and fix that thing that’s been broken for six months, or just make a list of all the things you love about them, from the silly to the serious. Don’t let commercials convince you that your Valentine’s Day has to break the bank. Romance can not be purchased. It comes from the heart. Just be sweet to each other.

That’s it, my big holiday post. But I can’t leave without mentioning all of the forms that love takes - it’s not just for sweethearts. It’s your dear friends, it’s people who sprinkle kindness in your days, it’s you holding the door for a stranger, or encouraging a coworker. It’s siblings and parents, it’s everyone in your circle. It’s all around us.

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That’s the opening to one of my favorite movies, Love Actually, and I still think about it all these years later. We’re surrounded by love, it just doesn’t make the news. Go out there and spread some love. Be sweet. Be kind. Make everyone your valentine. Stay safe, stay well, spread love.

Nancy

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