#also this is a flex ... this is definitely a flex

[kdh-tally]

Huntr/x and The Saja Boys being Jealous

Prompt : How Huntr/x and the Saja Boys would react to their partner being flirted with. @erisanix

Author’s Note : I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭 Hope you enjoy!!! So it was only after writing this (and preparing to publish this) that I realised you probably meant partner as in the reader... I'm so sorry- and will rewrite this if you want

Abby when someone flirts with Mira

The two of them are working out.

Neither of them need it but Abby insists that they work to keep their muscles in shape (insert unnecessary flexing here)

Some dude decides to work out next to them and when abby leaves to grab them water, the person takes their chance to talk with Mira. 

His first reaction is to laugh. 

Like, genuinely finds it funny.

How did anyone have the audacity to flirt with Mira???

“You’re trying to flirt with her?”

“Oh… you’re serious.”

He’d walk over, arm casually slipping over her shoulder as she glares at the person trying to make a move on her

He wouldn’t say a thing first and would just stand there smiling.

Normally, most people would use their brains and back off once they see that:

1. Mira isn’t interested

2. This huge guy with muscles in standing by her like a body guard and could very much easily beat them up

However, lets say the person keeps going

While Abby knows fully well that Mira can handle herself, he likes playing knight-in shining armour.

“She’s taken” he’d smirk condescendingly at the person (who is now shaking in their boots) 

He doesn’t get jealous so much, but will get competitive.

It also gives him an extra EXTRA confidence boost knowing that he (and romance ig 😒) is actually Mira’s boyfriend.

“You think she’d want you? Try again in your next life.”

(He wouldn’t say this in front of Mira of course cause she would obliterate him)

Once they’re gone, he’s gentle and playful again.

“I feel bad for them”

“Why?”

“Don’t you remember how long it took me and romance to convince you to go out with us?”

“Yea-”

“And you liked us” he pointed out in disbelief “That poor person bro. They stood no chance” he’d shake his head dramatically watching the flirter walk away defeatedly.

Romance when someone flirts with Mira

They were both in the practice room. Mira testing out new lyrics with him and Romance just watching her.

A new staff member, who wasn’t briefed on any of the relationships between the groups, attempts to make a move on Mira.

Romance is smiling the whole time.

He doesn’t take the person seriously.

“Oh, you like her? Cuteeeeee. Same.”

Would hug Mira from behind mid-conversation (knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to attack him for the PDA in front of the innocent (and flirty) bystander), his chin resting on her shoulder as he more or less stares at her in awe.

“Isn’t she just perfect?” he’d say, looking smugly into the flirter’s eyes.

He, like Abby, is so confident in his position as Mira’s boyfriend that he has no need to be jealous.

And to be honest even if he did feel jealous, he used to be a powerful demon. Hiding a dead body wouldn’t be that difficult for him.

He wouldn’t mind outflirting the flirter to their face.

He would also let Mira do most of the rejecting.

He lowkey finds it attractive when she goes all “Sorry but I’m already in a relationship”

His head is filled with hearts and flowers and all he can think of is  ‘she loooooooves me~~’

But, If Mira gets visibly annoyed or uncomfy (and that would take a lot to happen), his smile turns sharp.

“You can leave now,” he’d say, eyes narrowed as he more or less forces the person away with his sharp gaze.

His tone is so obviously threatening.

Later, he’d make Mira and Abby laugh about it.

“You know I’m prettier than them, right?” he’d tell the two while laying across their legs on the couch.

Mira would roll her eyes but she wouldn’t disagree.

Abby would give romance a proud high five (or whatever it is bro’s do…)

Definitely throws in some extra flirty lines that night, just to remind her of the whole encounter.

Mystery when someone flirts with Zoey

The only Saja boy that would get seriously jealous.

This could go two ways though. 

He could either get super protective over Zoey to the point where it’s lowkey animalistic…

I’m basically saying he might start barking at whoever is flirting with her 😭

Based off of his behaviour in the movie i’d feel like he’d try to freak the person out so they’d leave 💀

The more likely option would be for him to just freeze.

Doesn’t speak. Just stares.

You can feel how uncomfortable he is with the entire situation.

Lets say the two are hanging out after practice hours and they encounter a group of fans, one of them thinking they actually have a chance with Zoey.

I feel like Zoey would be completely oblivious to the fans' intentions cause she just wants to believe in the good of everyone. 

Remember how she said the Saja boys were magicians even though it was really obvious they were demons 💀

Mystery, after attending to his own fans, just stands behind Zoey and watches,

He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him but it obviously does.

He can’t stand still.

Crosses his arms. 

Shifts weight between his legs. 

Backs up a step only to come back up.

He won’t interrupt the conversation. Honestly he might just leave.

But Zoey usually finds him sulking in a corner later.

“You okay?”

“Why must you be so nice to people?” he be all frowny while flopping around on the floor”

“Thank you? she let out a small laugh before sitting by him and moving the hair out of his face.

“I don’t want you to be nice to everyone…” he’d be all flustered but still very upset. “Just me.” a small pause, “and huntr/x and the saja boys i guess…”

She ends up comforting him because his jealousy would manifest as confusion and anxiety.

Poor boy fears she’d still leave him because he used to be a demon.

Starts to lowkey improve his posture and fix his hair next time they're out. 

He thinks no one notices but zoey does.

Jinu when someone flirts with Rumi

The pouty jealous one.

Not in a sad and anxious way like Mystery, but more in a ‘stop giving them attention Rumi~’ way.

Doesn’t react at first. He’s quiet, watching and assessing how serious the situation is. 

If Rumi laughs at something the flirter says?

His jaw drops in disbelief. Like her audacity??

“Wow. Guess I’m just a background character now.” • Said this to no one but himself. He said it outloud.

Will walk up after the conversation ends like:

“So… did you have fun Rumi?”

“Who was that?”

“Do you like them more than me? Be honest. I can take it.” (He cannot.)

Rumi: “You’re literally the only person I want Jinu.”

Jinu, perking up instantly: “Okay :)”

Still clings to her for the rest of the day, just in case.

He could get super protective though.

They’d probably be out on one of their dates that apparently aren’t dates…

They’d stop for food at a restaurant and the guy taking the order is just so annoying and persistent about getting Rumi’s number.

At this his eyes sharpen, jaw clenches slightly. You’d only notice if you knew him.

He does not interrupt. He’d look to see how Rumi handles it.

If she looks uncomfortable?

He steps in immediately with that low, casual tone he has “You okay Rumi?”

He’s not even trying to be threatening. He’s kinda just making in known that he is the boyfriend.

Even Rumi is flustered with just how protective he’s being.

When they’re walking back to the company, his hand hasn’t left her waist at all.

“Some people just don’t seem to know when to stop talking” he’d mumbled under his breath.

Mira when someone flirts with Abby or Romance

If they flirt with Abby:

Someone’s trying to compliment his abs and muscles.

The person is being all sweet n touchy like

“Omg! You must work out really hard~~”

And he can see Mira seething in the background so he tries to make the interaction seem as friendly as possible. 

She's watching it all happen with the flattest expression known to mankind.

Abby's being polite. He’s all smiles like “ooh thankyou :D” 

Mira’s patience is running out FAST.

She's standing there, arms crossed, eyebrows twitching.

In her brain she’s absolutely berating the person. 

“Can’t they tell that he’s taken??’

However she’d also be in denial about her jealousy. 

“Like what do you mean jealousy? I was just worried that the person was wasting their time on you muscles brain” is what she would say if ever confronted about the situation.

She’d eventually calm down until Abby chuckles at one of their jokes.

Her head slowly turns and her eyes are comically wide.

She lowkey looks deranged…

“You think they’re funny?” • “No– I was just–” • “Mm.” 

She’d kick him out of her car and leave him stranded on the street.

Eventually walks up casually, a hand on Abby’s bicep.

“Sorry, this one’s taken. But nice try.” Smile = threat.

Later in private?

She’s berating him.

“You’re such an attention seeker”

“I didn’t do anything..” he’s flabergasted

If they flirt with Romance:

Mira doesn’t even pretend to be calm.

The issue here is Romance is the type to flirt back. Not cause he’s a man whore or anything but he just loves when Mira acts all possessive about him 💀

She’s standing behind Romance while the flirter is mid-sentence, her arms crossed, lips pursed.

She’s giving them the look she normally uses to scare off demons before killing them off.

Romance obviously finds it hilarious and adorable.

Mira does not.

She doesn’t speak, just raises one brow at the poor soul.

This person must be blind or something cause they just keep talking???

Oh yea- Where did they meet the flirter?

The two went shopping for books. Yes. Books.

Romance thinks the best way to learn about human culture would be by reading as many novels as he can get his hands on. 

This leads to the shop owner flirting with him as they try to recommend good books to read.

The flirter slides him a very steamy looking book and winks at him “This looks like something you’d enjoy if you know what I mean”

When the person keeps talking, Romance is smirking. • “You’re gonna die~” he whispers, all happy.

Mira steps up between them. • “If you value your ability to walk and want to keep your store, I suggest you shut up.”

Romance: 🥰

He won’t shut up about it later.

“I’ve never felt more loved.”

“You threatened violence for me.”

“Tell me again how you’d break their legs.”

He’s just a girl.

Actually he’d probably love saying “I’m just a girl” 💀

Zoey when someone flirts with Mystery

She’s oblivious at first.

Like I said up above, she’ll probably think the person is just being friendly.

“Oh my god, Mystery, they said you have pretty hair! Isn’t that sweet?” • Mystery is trying not to freak out

Eventually, she catches on.

She’ll see the flirter get all up in his space. They’d try to touch his hair, or interlink their arms, literally anything to have physical contact.

Mystery is physically recoiling.

“Wait a damn minute…”

Her whole vibe changes.

Remember how she “ended” mystery in the movie?

“You’re just my type 🤩 Oh well” stabs

Yea that switch up is how she’d treat the flirter.

Her voice is still sweet, but it’s weaponized sweetness.

“That’s my boyfriend.”

One sentence. That’s it.

The air gets colder. The fan who was flirting? Gone.

She then turns to Mystery like nothing happened.

“You okay?”

“You scared them away.”

“Good.” sips her drink

She becomes extra clingy later too. Not because she’s insecure.

She’d do it to reassure him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere regardless of how many people try to flirt with him.

Random compliments and forehead kisses.

“Your hair is pretty by the way.” she’d say this while tying it up into a bun to admire his face. “I’m the only one allowed to touch it though”

“Of course Zoey,” his voice is practically a whisper as she clings onto him.

Rumi with someone flirts with Jinu

They went to the movies together. A new lego movie came out and the last one Jinu saw was years ago so he begged Rumi to take him to see the new one.

She goes to collect popcorn, leaving Jinu to take his seat, and when she returns, someone is in HER chair. Flirting with HER boyfriend.

She’d try really hard not to react.

She wants to be chill. Really, she does.

But the moment someone says “Hey, what’s your name?” and reaches out to his arm?

She’s considering summoning her weapon and wiping their head off clean.

My girl is staring daggers.

Probably the most over protective in the group (could rival Mira)

After all, the guy died for her. Why would anyone even think they could try to flirt with him???

Stares daggers.

Jinu is too polite (and oblivious. The guy used to be a 400 year old demon. Anything he used to know about flirting is now irrelevant)

He smiles. Maybe even giggles just because of how nervous he is. • That is what breaks her.

She walks over calmly, “Sorry. That seat’s taken.”

If the flirter protests? “By who?

“By me. Go find another one.” Rumi’s losing her patience and the movie is about to start.

“I actually like it here,” they’d lean a tad bit closer to Jinu to spite Rumi.

Let’s not forget that Rumi is half demon though!! “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Her voice gets a bit more dangerous and unstable.

Once they’re alone again, she teases him about it.

“Did you like the attention?”

“Nooo– Rumi, no, I was scared. ☹️”

“You were giggling.”

“IT WAS A PANIC GIGGLE!!”

The next time they go out, she’s in his hoodie. Hair down (out of the braid 😋). Holding his hand. The message is clear: • Don’t even look in his direction.

[crunchystarz]

Hello! Yesterday (the 20th) was my 17th birthday, and I wanted to know how the house wardens would celebrate the reader's birthday. Feel free to ignore if you have done this in the past or don't feel like doing this one, no pressure!

How each of the housewardens celebrate your birthday hcs

Housewardens x GN!reader

CW: none just some short and fluffy headcanons, could be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: going to admit this is way shorter and way goofier than my usual stuff but we deserve a lil fun around here okay, I got to this a lil late lol but I get to post it on Kalims birthday so yay also happy late birthday anon I hope you enjoy (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Riddle Rosehearts

*Riddle knows every birthday so of course that includes you. He was the first to wish you a happy birthday. Of course in typical Riddle fashion he was as formal and respectful as could be even if it was just a happy birthday.

* Riddle was in charge of setting up your party, it would be out of tradition if you didn't hold a party correct? So of course he set up a birthday party for you like he would an unbirthday party.

* He definitely makes sure everything is according to your liking and preferences no exceptions. He wants everything to go smoothly just for you and your big day. He even helped bake the cake with Trey (he got kicked out of the kitchen)

*Genuinely was stumped on what to give you and he even went to Cater for help. Thankfully his cheerful upperclassmen knew what might peak your interest.

* Riddle is all about rules so now you have to awkwardly sit as he has everyone sing you happy birthday because rules are rules. Sevens bless your soul

Leona Kingscholar

*Doesn't make a huge deal and throws you a casual "Happy Birthday" Doesn't mean he won't make you feel special by any means. It's your day and he'll make sure you enjoy it.

* Leona is the kind of guy who pretends to forget your birthday then brings in your gift immediately after. Speaking of gifts Leona isn't one to care enough to flex his money he won't get you anything super expensive but instead something that really means something to you.

*He won't throw you anything big like a party but he'll definitely hang around you all day "just cus" He'll offer to go out on the town or just to chill out in his dorm. Stealing you away from those loud mouths and giving you some peace and quiet. That's what he claims anywho.

*He's overall casual about it as he is most things but he still wants you to feel loved and appreciated so he does all the small things that'll make your day any better.

*A nice nap would be nice right? Come on relax you deserve it. Dragging you down to nap with him later in the evening.

Azul Ashengrotto

* Azul would try and offer you something nice either that being having the tweels be your personal butlers for the day(depending on Floyd's mood this Is either hell or a fun lil field trip) or he'll allow you to host a party at monstro longue free of charge. Not everything he does is for personal gain.

* Azul o sweet Azul had already planned out your present in advance. Deep behind his persona we all know he's just an awkward guy, he'd be so embarrassed and would feel a bit guilty if he didn't get you something you 100% liked. Thank you Jade for the research

*Constantly checking on you and everything going on because he has a reputation to uphold people!!(He just wants you to have a good birthday shhh)

Kalim Al Asim

*A big party.It's Kalim and what's one thing Kalim is known for? Parties, trust and believe he's going all out despite if you like big patties or not. He puts way too much time into planning it but at least you know he cares. It's like the complete opposite of Leona. Anything but chill and casual.

*He gives you way too many expensive gifts, could you even accept these? So much gold...damn nepo baby You're grateful nonetheless.

*Kalim makes sure Jamil makes all your favorite foods. He even offered to help but Jamil immediately shoots dow the idea of him being in the kitchen while he's working.

*Malik is following you around all day like a puppy he just wants to spend time with you honestly. It is your special day after all

*Magic carpet ride. Why? Because he wants to show you a whole new world (wink wink nudge nudge). Plus the sky is the best place to see the sunset. It'll be something to relax after a very hyper birthday.

Vil Schönheit

*You honestly think Vil forgot your birthday because he was so unusually quiet that it was until Rook is dragging you into a part of Pomefiore you haven't seen before and. SURPRISE!

*You didn't take Vil as one for surprises but here he is. A surprise birthday party just for you. Vil tells you to relax that he'll handle everything.

*Vil kinda guy to give you one of those gift baskets for your birthday and I've been standing of this thought since forever. Its full of your favorite things...and his skin care products.

*I also like the Idea of Vil treating you to a Spa day for your birthday. Again just relax and let Vil take care of you.

Idia shroud

*It takes so much effort for Idia to go outside and tell you happy birthday in person that's a birthday present in itself. He was just going to shoot you a happy birthday text and have Ortho give you the present he got you for him but he likes you too much so he supposed he could tell you in person...

*He is so awkward when giving you his gift you basically had to just take it from him because he was so scared you wouldn't like it or it wasn't going to be good enough. But he's so smug when you tell him you like it. Of course you'd like he Idia knows his player 2 more than anyone (he was terrified)

*On how he'd actually celebrate your birthday, he'd realistically do something super chill and preferably just the two of you like a movie night or just gaming. He's spending time with you regardless.

*He tries really hard to make it super special even if you two don't do much.

Malleus Draconia

*Malleus is so dramatic about your birthday. He's not Kalim dramatic but he almost gets there. There's no big party or anything but he's all over you.

*Like if he could actually work a phone like a normal person you'd get a text the second it strikes midnight with a really dramatic happy birthday text.(That or an ominous ass gif ) I Instead he's knocking at your window just to say happy birthday.

*A Picnic for your birthday is just so cute and simple and I think it's a Malleus thing to do. He'd do more but he was going over things with Lilia and according to this is the most tame thing on that list.

*Gift wise I think he'd give you a gem of some kind. He's a dragon fae and I feel like he'd give you something shiny like that as a birthday gift.

MASTERLIST

[thethreeeyed-raven]

I saw you were taking requests, and I was wondering if you could write fluffy dating headcanons of the Saja Boys? Thank you for your time!

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dating/courting hc's

navigation | a/n : i’m not very good at headcanons (or happiness) so i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your imagination, i decided to put the two reqs together because it was just easier, the cat pics definitely convinced me😭| tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

Jinu

i personally think that he would be scared to approach you directly, so i think he would follow you around for a bit and try to get to know you from a distance so he doesn't mess anything up.

the first time he actually does approach you he would be sweating with nerves.

he really wants you to like him.

he would try to play off the sweating and blame it on the heat but it's quite obvious that that's not the reason.

he would try to hide his demon side from you as to not scare you off.

once you start dating he might reveal little bits of his demon side and eventually tell you his story.

if you are a demon hunter he would be even more cautious with revealing himself and hopes that you would accept him.

Abby

i don't think he's the type to court tbh, i think if he liked you he would just straight up tell you.

however this boy has no shame in trying to get you to like him back.

he would flex his muscles even harder when you are around, maybe going as far as to not even wear a shirt.

and if you're anything like me and would shamelessly ogle at him, he would absolutely eat that shit up.

he would LOVE the fact that you're affected by his abs.

he would probably try to get you to touch them at some point tbh.

when you're dating he's even worse this boy would be flexing at any time trying to get you flustered.

Romance

omg he's literally SHAMELESS.

would definitely try to serenade you.

i think he would be someone who feels emotions deeply, so if he liked you it would definitely feel intense.

would definitely write love letters and poems and send you roses nearly every day.

would also definitely write songs about you and force the boys to perform them with him.

if you’re shy he would so eat that up and purposely do things to fluster you.

would probably be the secret admirer type if you were someone he found intimidating, if not he has no shame in showing that he’s interested in you.

Mystery

he’s very reserved so if he liked you i don’t think it would be obvious at all.

he’d probably share things with you to show that he likes you.

the rest of the boys would catch on after a while, not noticing his subtle change in behaviour around you.

would glare at the boys if they get too close to you, and would be even worse once you start dating.

he likes to nibble at your cheeks or any part of your skin that’s visible, it’s how he shows his affection.

i think not showing his face is a choice tbh but i think he would occasionally show his full face in private.

Baby

he’s so nonchalant it’s unreal.

probably acts like he hates you in front of the boys but still has an arm around your shoulder or is touching you in some way.

i don’t think he’s into pda that much so the most he would do is hold your hand or bump knees if you’re sat down.

would definitely write raps about you in a secret notebook that he makes sure is VERY hidden.

he’s not much of a kisser (in front of people anyway) but steals one every once in awhile.

would definitely make you try spicy food with him and laugh if you can’t handle it. (if you get mad he does make it up to you after and acts like he has to when he just wants to see you happy.)

[aventoru]

Hello 👋 im new to your blog and saw that one post, i really liked it XD, if not a bother, could i request like a simp reader of dan heng/phainon/aventurine/loucha ? Like the reader is such a big simp with them to the point of forfeiting all their mortal possession even if they're broke

Preferably the reader is married to them, this is also my first time requesting, and feel free to ignore no worries! That's all and wish you great luck and day! 🤩💞✨

when you go broke for them

ft. dan heng, phainon, aventurine, luocha

tags : unresponsible financial decisions, reader goes broke, excessive spending (help)

a/n : this was kind of fun to write considering i went a bit out of control in 2018 to collect bts merch...reader and i can be broke tgt LOL anyways enjoy reading!!

DAN HENG

he’s very concerned at your lack of financial responsibility

is always speechless when you pay for everything and buys anything he briefly glances at, after all he’s not used to being spoiled like this

“you deserve all the love in the world!!” you say as you give him a stack of treats your bought from the xianzhou luofu. he can only stare in shock.

will definitely reprimand you for your crazy spending habits and even pull out some info from the archive for you to read

at the end of the day, he makes sure to reassure you drill into your head that he doesn’t need all this material stuff and he still loves you even if you don’t spend money on him

“you don’t have to do all this for me” “i know, but i want to”

once you actually go broke broke, he decides to step in and put the reigns on your money

tells you he’s gonna handle all the finances from now on and you gladly hand it all over to him (he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or frightened at your compliance)

eventually you tone down the gifts and he even spoils you sometimes, although you still go overboard for special events and anniversaries<3

PHAINON

he’s broke, so to have someone spend money and dote on him makes him feel special and super grateful

you love seeing the blush on his face every time you give him a cute keychain or small trinkets you’ve bought

also, you’re the first ever person to buy him FLOWERS (yes, FLOWERS) and he lowkey tears up omg

anyways, what he doesn’t know is that you’re slowly going broke due to your excessive spending on him, and you don’t tell him either because you know he’s going to be unhappy

he finds out eventually once you’re unable to afford present for him anymore

does reprimand you for spending so much on him while reassuring you that it’s okay to cut down on the gifts, just your love and company is enough for him anyway

you two spend time with each other, finding things to do that express your love without having to spend so much money

once you’re financially stable again, you do give him presents but only once in a while, and he’s learned to do the same for you

AVENTURINE

you two spoil each other; it’s a back and forth in your relationship, and you both love gift giving

you buy him jewelry, matching fits, amazing food and he buys you luxury goods and takes you on vacations

the only difference is that he’s got infinite money and you don’t…

so, you go broke eventually (💔) and now you feel bad because you don’t have anything left to give him

he’s slightly concerned by your spending habits but let’s be fair, his habits are probably worse since he has more money than he knows what to do with

his solution? he tells you to use his black card to buy him gifts 😭

you comply, because it was never about flexing or showing off money, it was always about seeing his face light up after receiving your surprise gifts

of course, you make sure to pay him back properly after your salary starts coming in again

and to avoid such a situation from repeating, he teaches you how to manage your finances (although, you don’t need to worry that much since he has SO MUCH money)

LUOCHA

i feel like he’s definitely the type to use luxury items, like you can feel the designer on him

he’s very subtle about his wealth, but you quickly find out once you date (and then marry) him

you’ve always had this unresistable urge to spoil him, so what better way than to shower him with designer goods?

he doesn’t say it out loud or express it very well but you can tell he’s happy (at first…)

eventually things get overwhelming since you keep giving him new gifts before he even touches the old ones

he does NOT want to know where you get the money to buy him such things

and he definitely becomes concerned because he knows how expensive these items are

when he asks interrogates you about it, you crack and admit that you’ve fully gone broke due to your uncontrollable love for him

he sighs and reprimands you firmly, making sure you understand how to be financially responsible

“if you keep doing this, i won’t accept your gifts and return them instead” “i understand…”

seeing how serious he was, you definitely tone it down from now on, and he buys you designer instead (so it’s a WIN-WIN!!)

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Part 2 10:29

[e-vay]

I recently seen the genderbend Shadora art and btw they look fantastic! Honestly I get Fix it Flex and Sergeant Calhoun vibes from the Reck it Ralph Movie because it goes with the bad*ss girlfriend x golden retriever boyfriend dynamic you gave them, it’s so cute ☺️. Also lowkey I feel like Shade (Shadow) as well would definitely be a cuddle bug, but gets real shy about asking for cuddles because they either aren’t used to it, but get addicted once they start doing it or don’t want anyone else to them vulnerable other than they’re girlfriend/boyfriend.

I LOVE Felix and Calhoun! I used to reblog art of them all the time!

I completely agree. I've always headcanoned that Shadow (and Shade) actually loves to be cuddled/held/touched, but they grapple with A: Not knowing how to ask for it and B: how that might affect their image. That's why I think Shadow/Shade would do really well with someone openly affectionate because they'll get all the snuggles they want without having to frequently come out and say "Please hold me" (though there's nothing wrong with asking that, of course! 😄 )

Lucky for them, Aurora/Rory LOVES cuddles and showing physical affection!

[robinvomit]

[ excuse me? ] + not rated, but uses the term tits.

it had been a day. one of those soul sucking, head throbbing, everything has gone wrong, need a voluntary coma kind of days. the kind of day where even breathing felt like too much effort, like you may just give out with every inhale. somewhere in the middle of trying to survive it, through the missed bus, the passive aggressive emails, shitty customers, spilled coffee, that one unavoidable puddle, the weird guy on the street who definitely called you something that classified as a slur - you made a very important, life changing decision:

you were going to bury your face in kon's absurdly perfect chest and simply cease to exist for a while. pretend the day never happened. pretend the world around didn't even matter.

by the time you reach the compound, still half vibrating with rage and not an ounce of willpower left in your body, you don't even register the ability to hesitate.

you find him in the rec room, slouched back on the couch, watching some ridiculous sitcom rerun. he doesn't register you being in the room until you're in front of him, glaring like his comfortable existence has offended you as a whole, just by breathing.

"hey-" kon starts, brows drawing together in that effortlessly confused, pretty boy way of his. it makes the rage boil hotter in your veins and you can't even name why. maybe it's because he looked so.. laid back. like the world didn't even register to him. you knew that wasn't true, but he'd always been good at hiding things.

you cut him off with a sigh that sounds like it came from the depths of your fucking soul before shaking your head. "no. don't talk. i don't want to hear your voice. please."

"…okay..?"

you could hear the breathed out "hurtful" that followed but you didn't acknowledge it.

"i need to," you say, voice heavy, dramatic, annoyed beyond belief, as you nudge his knees apart to step between them and jab a finger a bit hard into his pec like it personally owes you the comfort, "drown in your tits."

he blinks a few times like he's processing each word separately while also still taking in the fact you just pushed yourself between his legs like you belonged there. his lips parted for a second before any words came out; "..excuse me?"

your hand just flattens against his chest before curling a bit. you lean closer to him, fingers pressing into all that ridiculous, infuriating, shirt straining muscle that has you almost at a complete loss. "kon. i'm not kidding. i need to go full face first into your chest. like. suffocate. just for a little while. it'll heal me. restore the part of my fucking soul that's somewhere out in the city."

kon stares at you, and you stare back.

he opens his mouth again, probably to make a joke because it's kon and he can't help himself, but you glare, and the joke dies in his throat. he clears his throat, shifting a bit. "are you.. okay?" he asks instead, voice a bit softer.

you shake your head again, lip beginning to wobble. "i'm exhausted. i'm gross. i am a burnt out, emotionally flammable gremlin that hasn't eaten. i slept like shit, started my day with tim in my ear and you are warm, and soft, and strong, and *superboy*- look, are you gonna let me smother myself in your man tits or not?"

"…i mean," kon says after a second, the tips of his ears turning pink. "i'm not gonna say no, but like… there are couches.. and blankets.. pretty sure there's some plushies.. and words we could use to-"

you're already crawling into his lap, ignoring the other suggestions. "oh, okay, no then-" he muses, letting you make yourself comfortable.

"shhh," you mumble, cheek pressing directly against his left pec. your arms circle around his waist with the kind of desperation people have when their boyfriend is the only good person seemingly left on the planet. "you talk too much. just flex. for my spirit. because you love me and any other time you'd be showing off anyway."

he lets out a stunned breath that may or may not be a laugh, you aren't sure, his arms instinctively settling around you as you settle against him like a weighted blanket with trauma and tears threatening to form. "you're so weird." he sighs, patting your lower back.

"mmhmm," you hum into his chest. "but your chest is doing god's work right now, so whose fault is that, really?"

kon just squeezes you a little tighter as you shift, nosing against the center of his chest. "you're lucky i like you."

"i'm lucky you're built like a superhero and mine and always so stupidly warm and soft."

"i mean, i.. kinda am but that's not the point." he mumbles, more to himself, just sinking further into the couch.

you stay like that; for how long, you don't know, just melting into him, drowning in the safe, steady rise and fall of his chest, letting yourself disappear for a minute into someone who holds you like you're worth something.

"better?" he asks after a little while, nudging his cheek against the top of your head. he doesn't say what he's thinking. how small you are like this, not weak, just vulnerable and human. how you've never let yourself be seen like this in front of the others.

you just nod, attempting to squeeze closer to him, like you're trying to fuse with him for the sake of comfort.

[mattsdiva]

Let’s just get you warm

Toughguy!matt x sunshine reader

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

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It’s been a few weeks since everything with Matt but it was different, Matt Moved seats now you sat with some girl who talked to you it was weird you didn’t like it.

Matt had been avoiding you no matter how hard you tried he’d put the volume to his music as loud as possible.

It was raining hard. No umbrella, your hoodie now wet You stood at the edge of the school parking lot watching as everyone scrambled for their rides or popped open umbrellas. Except for one person, matt.

He had his hood up, earbuds in, skateboard in hand and hallway down the side walk.

You sucked in a breath before running down the hill, your backpack bounced against your back, the rain coming down cold and hard.

“Matt!” you called, loud enough to catch his attention but not loud enough to get him to stop. He kept walking.

The whole way down the block you followed behind him fists tightening at your sides. Your shoes squelched with every step, the wet denim of your jeans sticking to your legs.

Finally, when you reached the corner near his street, something in you snapped. Your voice came out sharper than you meant it to. “If this is because of that night when you were drunk—”

He turned slow, His face was unreadable. Lips pressed tight. Jaw flexed like he was biting back every word he wanted to say. “It’s not” you blinked at him confused. “Then what the fuck is it!” Your hands drop to your sides

A silence crept between them. “Let’s just get you warm and dry..” Like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t been going crazy trying to figure him out for weeks.

He turned and started walking toward his street, slower this time like he expected you to follow. The walk to his house was quiet. Awkward. Your wet sneakers slapped against the pavement with every step, the sound mixing with the rain and the occasional rumble of a passing car.

Matt didn’t speak again. He didn’t even glance back to make sure you were still behind him, but he also didn’t walk so fast that you’d fall too far behind either.

When you finally reached his house, he fumbled with the key for a second before pushing the front door open.

The blast of warm air from inside hit you instantly, making the cold bite of your wet clothes feel even worse.

“Shoes off,” he said quickly already kicking his own sneakers to the side by the door. He pulled his hoodie over his head, shaking out his hair again like he couldn’t stand the feeling of it sticking to his neck.

You awkwardly took your shoes off, feeling gross and sticky and… weird.

“We’re home!” Matt called toward the stairs halfheartedly just loud enough so no one freaked out seeing you suddenly appear in their living room.

You heard some noise upstairs probably Nick or Chris but no one came down.

Matt disappeared down the hallway without another word, leaving you standing awkwardly in the front entry, dripping onto the tile floor.

A second later, he came back, holding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely way too big for you.

“Here,” he said, tossing them at you without meeting your eyes. “You’re not walking around soaked.”

You caught them clumsily, your hands cold and stiff. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”

You nodded, still swallowing questions that burned your throat more than the cold did. Once inside the bathroom, you peeled off your wet clothes with shaky hands. Everything clung to your skin like it didn’t want to let go. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror flushed cheeks, dripping hair, eyes tired and puffy from how little you’d been sleeping lately.

His hoodie you recognize it, he wears it all the time a little to much, it smelt like weed, and laundry detergent. His sweats big but you tied them just enough for them to fall down.

You step out the bathroom, the hallway now felt colder than before. You seen Matt’s room, the door opened.

You walk over there, he’s laid on his bed a book in his hand. He was now in dry clothes he hadn’t noticed you till you walked in.

“Matt.. what do I do with my wet clothes?” he places his book mark and closes the book. He stands up “just leave it I’ll deal with it later cmon” you follow him to the kitchen.

You sit on the island counter while he grabs two hot coco packets and heats up milk. the beeping from the microwave breaking the silence “here” he slides the mug of hot coco to you.

Matt stayed standing across from you, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest like he needed some sort of barrier between you both.

The kitchen light buzzed softly, flickering like it couldn’t decide whether to stay on or give out completely. The rain hit the windows harder now, like it was trying to make up for all the awkward silence hanging between you two.

You took a small sip, your throat still raw.

“This is weird,” you finally said, voice quiet but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “You acting like this.”

Matt’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, then quickly dropped back down to the floor. He let out a dry, humorless laugh through his nose. “Yeah, well… that makes two of us.”

You stared at him, fingers tightening around the mug. “You moved seats, Matt. You won’t look at me at school. You won’t talk to me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck like the words physically made him itch. “I don’t know. I just… can’t sit next to you right now.”

You blinked. “Why?” His mouth opened like he was going to answer, but then he shut it again, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t hate you,” he said finally, voice low and rushed. “I never hated you.” “Then why does it feel like you do?”

Silence.

You slid off the counter, your wet socks sticking awkwardly to the tile as you took a hesitant step closer. “Matt… that night… you asked me to stay. I stayed. You were drunk, you were a mess, and I didn’t leave. And now it’s like you’re punishing me for it.” His whole body stiffened at that.

You watched the muscle in his jaw clench tight. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor, like if he just stared hard enough it would swallow him whole.

“I’m not punishing you,” he said, almost too quiet to hear. “Then what are you doing?”

He let out a long, shaky breath, finally dragging his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were darker than usual, like all the bottled-up words and feelings were sitting right there, just under the surface. “I’m trying to not make shit worse,” he said. “That’s what I’m doing.”

Your heart caught in your throat. “Worse how?”You took another step toward him, your heart beating way too fast for your own comfort.

Matt laughed under his breath again this bitter, self-loathing sound. “I don’t even know. Saying something stupid. Doing something dumb. I don’t know how to be around you right now without screwing everything up.”

“You being like this? Ignoring me like I don’t exist? That’s screwing it up more than anything else.”

For a second, he just stood there… staring at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Like every word that could’ve come out would’ve made things worse.

Then finally, voice low and wrecked and way too soft—“I know.”

It hung in the air between you like an apology… but not quite. Neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed too loud. You didn’t know what you expected next. An explanation. A breakdown. Something.

But instead, Matt pushed off the counter and turned toward the cabinets, grabbing another packet of hot chocolate like that somehow solved everything. “Just… drink your cocoa,” he muttered, shaking the packet open with trembling fingers. “You’re still cold.”

And as you stood there, heart aching and hands shaking, you realized something awful. This was the closest to “caring” he was willing to show right now.

A/N: sooo happy I got his part outtt !! I’ll be taking a break from writing to feel free send send asks or any request you have for this au!! Also if u wanna be added to my Taglist let me know!!

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[alicesluciddreams]

I Don't Gotta Tell Him; I Think He Knows

Summary: You never thought your 'When Harry met Sally' moment would be with a famous hockey player. You meet Cam when you get caught in the rain only to find out he's a Hockey player at a Flyers game. You have a plan on how to make him yours but he may already know. Inspired by 'I Think He Knows' by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend and repurposed it to flex my writing muscles. I'm not a Cam girly but I've written a lot for him because of my friend so... expect more. Also I wrote this before we knew that Jamie had a GF and I still don't know Tara's day job so I gave her a tiny back story here to fit the character I made up prior. Oops.

Warnings: Language, use of Y/N, mentions of Morgan Frost (I miss you bud), written in 3rd person Photos from Pinterest. Dividers by @uzmacchiato

Y/N never thought her ‘When Harry Met Sally’ moment would be in the rain. 

She had hoped to be wearing a nice dress, maybe even heels, not sweatpants, a cropped tank top, and a cardigan. Maybe they would meet at a fancy dinner, or on a night out with friends, hell, even a PTA meeting would do, anything but the present; soaked to the bone, shivering, with a harness leash wrapped around her wrist under the awning of a bus stop on the east side of Philly. 

Alas, here she was on what was supposed to be a sunny Saturday morning in the park with her dog, Bella, going on a nice walk. Since moving to the big city, she liked taking the forty-pound red heeler to the park five minutes from her shared townhouse to get not only her own steps in, but also her hyper dog’s energy out. But the weather channel lied, and halfway through her walk, the sky had bottomed out, leaving her hair stringy and her dog smelly. 

The only upside to this was the tall red head standing next to her under the bus stop. 

He had obviously been on a run, wearing a white athletic t-shirt and black Nike pants, headphones in his ears as he had dashed under the cover of the glass awning. The black baseball cap was the only reason his red hair hadn’t been totally ruined by the rain, but the shirt and pants most definitely were. Y/N was having a hard time keeping her eyes to the front and not on the way the man’s shirt had become see-through from the water. 

Bella pulled forward on her harness, fidgety from being in one place too long outside. She gave a bark out to the rain. Somehow, she hadn’t gone ballistic on the man standing next to them. Normally, any new face would be subject to the dog screaming at them for at least five minutes, if not for the whole visit. But this guy was getting off easy, as if Bella was just as interested in him as her mother was. 

“Cute dog.” The voice was softer, not as deep as Y/N would have thought it would be. 

She turned her head to him, “Oh, yeah, she’s… a lot.” 

Shit.  

She was being awkward. She wanted to pull out her phone, scroll on Instagram, or text her roommate with an SOS text, anything to get out some of this nervous energy, but Bella pulled again, trying hard to go out into the pouring rain. 

“No, Bella.” 

“A handful I see.” The guy smiled widely at her, stepping over a bit to look at Bella. The dog just turned her head to look at him with her big puppy eyes, ‘save me’ they seemed to say. He leaned down and stuck a hand down to let her sniff, and Y/N watched in awe. However, she felt her jaw give out when Bella sniffed the man’s hand and then began licking it, turning her whole body to face him, tail wagging. 

Y/N felt her heart beat pick up like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest as the man let out a laugh. 

“Ah you’re not that bad are you. Nah you’re a good,” he looked up at her, “girl?” 

“Yeah, Bella.” 

He gave a short, breathy laugh, “Yeah, caught that.” 

Her face heated up, and she picked a bit at her sweater with a grin. He stood back up with a sigh, and Bella whined at the loss of pets. 

“I’m Cam by the way.” 

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” 

“It sucks about the weather,” he continued, “it was such a pretty morning.” 

Y/N blew out a frustrated breath, “Yeah, well, the weather hates us all, I guess.” Cam just laughed. 

Bella butted her nose into Cam’s leg. “Come on now, let me give your mom some attention too, yeah?” 

“Sorry about her, I can pull her off-“ 

“No no its fine. I don’t mind. Just hate that I’m not getting to know you a little better with such a cute distraction here.” He ended his sentence with a cutesy voice obviously saved for pets and babies, getting down to Bella’s level to scratch at her head, which the dog ate up. 

Y/N didn’t know if her face could get any hotter than what it already was, and she just hoped the man didn’t find it too weird, because there was absolutely no way to hide it. 

“Oh, I think the rain’s letting up.” Y/N looked out onto the wet streets and noticed that the rain had finally slowed down to a faint drizzle. 

“Sorry to cut this short, but I, uh, have a thing to do in about an hour.” Cam stood up and gave Y/N a look she couldn’t decipher. 

“Oh yeah of course.” He flashed her a grin and a wave to Bella before jogging off, his footsteps leaving splashes in the rain that she wished she could follow. 

“I’m back,” Y/N called as she walked into the townhouse in downtown Philly. She kicked off her wet shoes and bemoaned the state of her soaking wet socks. 

“Oh, you poor thing! You’re all wet, let me grab you a towel.” Y/N’s roommate, Alice, called from the living room. She heard Alice’s footsteps as she ran back and forth from the bathroom to the front door. 

She slid on her own sock-clad feet, and as Y/N reached for the towel in her hand, a thank you on her lips, Alice sank to her knees and began towel drying Bella off. 

“You poor wet baby, you got all rained on. Your mom and I will have to take the hairdryer to you, won’t we?”

“Hey! What about me? The bestie?” Y/N gestured to her own water logged clothes. 

“The bestie has two legs and hands with opposable thumbs; she’ll be fine.” Alice said before going back to doting on Bella, who, once again, was eating up the attention, waiting for her moment to begin jumping on top of Alice to play ball. 

Y/N grumbled as she squished her way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for herself and ripping off the wet socks.

“By the way. Tara called me today and asked if we’d be willing to go to the Flyers game with her tomorrow night.” Alice leaned on the bathroom doorframe, messing with her bangs as she looked in the mirror. 

“Flyers? Hockey?” 

“Yeah, Jamie’s playing and she said she doesn’t really know the other girls yet, wants me to go with her and keep her company. You need to get out of the house, and I know you like football, so…” Y/N stopped brushing through her wet hair to look at Alice in the mirror. 

“But what if I want to just sit in bed and rot all day?” 

“You can! The game isn’t until 7, and I mean there is the party after, but it’ll be ok!” 

“A party?!” Y/N turned to Alice then, who was looking off to the side with a guilty smile on her face. 

“Yeah… did I not mention that?” 

“No, you did not. Since when do you like parties?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms. 

“Since never, but Tara really wants me to go, and I won’t feel comfortable if you’re not there, and I don’t want to not go because Tara feels like some of the other girls hate her and-“ 

“Why the hell would the other girls hate Tara? She’s sweet.” Y/N had only met Tara a handful of times, but she had liked her from day one.

Alice and Tara had met and hit it off like crazy, working together at Alice’s first job after moving to Philadelphia. She hadn’t gotten her big girl museum gig yet, but Y/N had managed to find a job as a second-grade teacher rather easily, so to pay her part of the bills, Alice picked up a part-time retail job while she job-hunted around the area. Tara had been the one to help train Alice, and the rest was history. Until Alice got her big girl job and Tara found her big time influencing gig and the two both left that shit hole of a job. 

Alice rolled her eyes, “They can’t, she just thinks they do, and is paranoid. But if we go, I’ll have someone there to keep me company when she finally sees that they do not, in fact, hate her, and they all become wag friends.” 

“And what do I get out of this?” Y/N smirked a little bit, knowing she would go but wanting to see Alice squirm a bit. 

“Girl’s night with free food and drinks?” 

“Deal.” 

This is how Y/N found herself sitting in a section of seats closer to the ice than she ever thought she would be. 

She had only ever been to one singular Nashville Predators game when she lived in Tennessee, and hadn’t really had the time to see a Flyers game since moving to the city. Alice had been dragged to a couple with Tara, but they had been during the week when Y/N couldn’t go.

So here she was now, a woman, sitting a few rows up from the players' bench and watching as the lights went down, an orange glow filling up the space, and the intro started. 

Y/N was intrigued by the whole thing really watching as it went through people and names she had never seen before, a Nick, Tyson, and some guy with the nickname Frosty according to Tara, but when she saw a familiar face pop up on the screen her heart skipped a beat like she was jogging down 16th avenue. 

He looked so boyishly handsome on the screen, even with such a stoic look on his face. His hair curling up and out of the back of his helmet, blue eyes shining like sapphires through the 4k camera lens. He looked so stern up there, but she just couldn’t unsee the childlike gleam in his eyes as he had been petting her dog the day before. 

When the game started, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the number 8 jersey. Watching as he skated along the ice like he had been born on it, as he shoved a guy in a red, white, and blue jersey into the wall and then smirked about it later.

He kept to the puck like a dog to a bone, batting away any opposing player like it was a threat to the lives of everyone around them. But she started planning her strategy to win his heart when she saw his fist fly after some guy (According to Alice, his name was something Fox) went after Bobby (Name courtesy of Tara) after he blocked a goal. 

According to Tara, the 4-2 win against New York was a huge victory for the group. “No one likes the Rags,” Alice said, pulling Y/N by her hand through the crowds towards her car.

Tara had given the girls the address of where to meet and bid them goodbye to go congratulate Jamie, leaving them to fend for themselves in the waves of orange and black filing out of the Wells Fargo Center. 

“If you drink more than me, I’m letting Bella sleep in my room tonight.” Alice threatened as they piled into her car.

Y/N knew the girl was lying, Bella would end up licking her face in the middle of the night like she had before, and Alice wouldn’t want that. So all she gave was a knowing laugh.

The music was quieter than Y/N had thought it would be at an afterparty for a win against a rival team. Some Kendrick Lamar song was playing over the loudspeakers, and she took another long sip of her drink to try and drown it out. 

“Jamie says you look like you’re sulking.” Tara’s head of brown hair bounced as she seemed to skip over to her. 

“Sulking? Me? Never.” 

“Come on, he wants to introduce you and Alice to a few of the guys.” Tara held out her hand for Y/N to take, and she did so with a slight hesitation, dropping her now-empty glass on the table.

Tara pulled her along to a small group of men over by the wall. Alice was already there, standing awkwardly by Jamie and his hat-covered dark hair.  She was looking a bit confused, a tight smile on her lips, she looked around and visibly deflated in relief when she noticed Y/N and Tara. Alice pulled Y/N into the circle as soon as she got close enough. 

“There she is! Guys, this is my best friend Y/N.” Alice introduced. 

Y/N took the time to look around at the small group gathered. She already knew Jamie Drysdale; Tara had brought him around once or twice. Another man in the group was large with a baby face, he introduced himself as Tyson, another Bobby, smaller than the others but with a bright smile, and lastly… him. 

Cam York. 

The Harry to her Sally, or maybe something a bit more stable than that. He was standing tall in a tight-fitting black t-shirt that Y/N couldn’t help but notice was hugging his biceps a little too tightly for her comfort, and black jeans that ended just above his white sneakers. And yes, Y/N had to tear her eyes from his thighs before anyone caught her staring, no shame in that. 

“Hey, you’re the dog mom!” Cam said with a grin. He looked cocky but not mocking. 

Y/N smiled back, “Yeah, good to see you.” 

“Oh so you guys have met?” Tyson’s grin was a knowing one. 

“Just yesterday on my run, both got caught in the rain. How’s Bella?” Y/N was caught off guard by his memory of her dog’s name. 

“She’s good, a crackhead, but good.” Cam laughed at this. 

Y/N felt a jab at her side and looked over to see Alice’s Cheshire grin, now she looked mocking. Y/N gave her a look back that said ‘Keep your damn mouth shut.’ Alice only smirked, bringing her straw to her mouth. 

“You want something to drink?” Cam nodded her way, and Y/N nodded in response, “Come on, I’ll get you something.” He took a couple of steps towards the bars, turning his head to make sure she was following him; when he knew she was, he smiled, a real one, she could tell. 

She pulled herself up onto a barstool and felt Cam as he leaned his large body next to hers against the bar. He was so tall he didn’t need to sit to be comfortable; he could lean just fine on the bar top. 

“What are you thinking? Mojito? Mai Tai?” He looked at her pushing around the beer glass in front of him with twitching fingers. 

“Whiskey Sour, actually.” 

“Oh she’s a whiskey girl?” He grinned. 

“You know it.” She responded. 

He flagged down the bartender, giving Y/N a show of his large biceps up close and personal. “Yeah, I’ll take another Busch Light and my girl here will take a Whiskey Sour.” He said the last part so casually that Y/N had to do a double-take. And then her face began burning.

She both wished that Alice was with her in that moment and also wished for the other redhead to stay as far away as possible. Wished that she was there so that she could have her best friend there to give facial reactions to, but also wanted her nowhere near so that she could have this man and his attention all to herself. Even if she knew that her best friend’s type and her own were almost polar opposites of each other. 

But the words ‘my girl’ sounded a little too good coming from this man’s mouth for her not to want to squeal and kick her feet. Maybe her plan wouldn’t be too hard to go through with after all. 

“So, first a dog owner and now a whiskey drinker. Anything else shocking I should know about?” Cam asked, turning his body to face her. His words had been a bit on the flirty side, but his face showed a genuine interest. 

“I know basically nothing about hockey.” That sentence really caught his attention. 

“Are you kidding? But- You just- You were just at a hockey game. Y/N, you have to be kidding me.” He leaned in closer, any closer, and she would be able to feel his breath on her cheeks. 

“Nope, I went to one game back home, but that’s about it, my family are more football people.” She leaned on the bar top in front of her, head in her hand, as she faced Cam. 

The red head just shook his head, his curls swinging a bit with the movement. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that, aren’t we.” It wasn’t a question. 

Y/N smiled at him, “I guess we will.” 

“Here you go.” The bartender interrupted and slid over two glasses of golden liquid their way. Cam took them both and slid one her way, his own already in his hand. 

Y/N watched as she picked up her own drink, as Cam’s hand gripped the glass in front of him. His long fingers reached around the whole thing to meet up with his thumb, exaggerating the large size of his hands. He brought the drink up to his mouth, and her mind went blank as the cold glass dripped water from its side and on to his throat. She watched the crystal bead make its way down his stubbled neck and down to the neck of his shirt, where it then disappeared, but Y/N’s mind filled in the blanks as it fell farther and farther down his chest…

Y/N coughed and took a sip of her own drink, looking away to chase the thoughts from her mind. This was not the time or place to be having these thoughts. She barely knew this man, but God did she want to. She could already see past the cocky attitude he tried to put on for her and those around him. His sweet demeanor with her dog had shown her everything that she needed to know about him. 

He brought the glass down to the counter and brought up the front of his shirt to wipe his face and neck. 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Cam said after clearing his throat. 

“Please do.” Y/N said messing with her hair. 

“I know you’re too good to wait on me to do this, so I’ll just come out and say it.” 

Y/N’s heart dropped into her stomach. 

“What is it?” She asked. 

He grinned, “Go out with me?” 

“Huh?” 

“I want to go on a date with you, and I’m going to be honest, I can tell you do too.” He avoided her eyes, “I, uh, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the day we met. You’re hair was all wet but you looked like something out of a movie, its why I ran to that bus stop instead of just going back to my apartment. Sure you’re dog was cute but,” his shoulders shrugged and a sheepish sort of grin replaced the cockier one,

“You just looked too good to be true, and then when you talked to me… You had such a soft voice, it was… nice. I’m around a bunch of guys all day, and it becomes so loud and grating. But you were… soft and I liked that, still do, I, uh, yeah. I just knew that, I wanted to stay with you that day, but I had a stupid practice to go to. But now I know I want you to stick around.” 

She was right, he really was more than just a cocky hockey guy.

“You know, I actually started making this whole plan when I saw you again on that screen at the game. I had wanted to see you again after the park, but after the game… I know you had something I wanted to know more about, but I think you know that. But I knew that I wanted you.” She smiled at him, “So yes, I’ll go out with you.” 

Cam grinned at her, “Great, I know a great place down the street for Pizza, you ready to go?” He placed his hand on her thigh, thick fingers splayed as he gave a slight squeeze to the meat of it, the smile on his lips like something out of a Taylor Swift song. 

“Right now?” 

“Yeah, I’m starving, and you don’t look like you really want to be sticking around this place.” Cam offered. 

“Ok, just let me tell Alice.” Y/N looked around the room for a moment before giving up looking for the shorter girl. She pulled out her phone to see a message from Alice already waiting for her. 

‘Follow the sparks girlie, I’ve already got an Uber home, have fun ;)’ 

“Never mind. I’ll drive.” 

[yourinsomnea]

Sometimes I like to ramble about my own writing, so you get this scattered analysis of Apostasy’s Epilogue: why I used certain lines, references & callbacks to other scenes from the main story, imagery & themes, a study of the sexualities of various AFTG characters & their differences.

1) Hands! The imagery of the hands as it pertains to each one of the characters in this epilogue. Andrew’s hands during the talk with Neil at the bar:

“Andrew couldn't meet his eyes. He watched his own hands gripping the whiskey glass—rough and useless.”

This line is meant to highlight Andrew’s guilt when it comes to his involvement with Neil and the harm he thinks he might have inadvertently brought to him. The way Andrew couldn’t help Neil, couldn’t save him, until it was almost too late. Hence, why he sees his hands as “rough & useless.” Neil doesn’t blame him for anything, but that isn’t how guilt works anyway, right?

I bring the imagery of the hands back in Andrew’s apartment when Neil punches the wall out of frustration:

“Andrew took his arm—the one with the bleeding knuckles—and laid it across his palm, watching the fingers flex, the specks of blood welling and retreating.”

Neil’s knuckles bleeding is the physical manifestation of his lingering trauma, and Andrew wanting to cradle them is his way of wanting to help—of wanting to be there for Neil’s healing journey.

Then, in the final scene with Jean's POV, the imagery of the hands comes back one last time:

"[Jean] looked down at his hands—perpetually smudged now with oil and grease from the shop—lifelines stained with a future he still didn’t believe he was allowed to have."

This one is pretty straightforward—just a tidbit revealing that Jean works as a mechanic at a shop, that he's building his life up, but that it's still difficult some days. That it takes courage to rise each day and convince himself that he deserves this life.

2) The line:

"The cigarette slipped from Andrew’s fingers as their arms found each other—grew into an embrace. It was the only thing Andrew wanted. The only thing he needed. Be real, Andrew’s hand pleaded, tracing the length of Neil’s back, up and down."

This is obviously a callback to canon, and the ending line of TKM ("This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.") But Andrew pleading with the fates for Neil to be real is a reference to Apostasy's recurring theme as well—I laid the foundation of it pretty early on, in Chapter 2, when Andrew counts Neil down to give him a chance to back out of their intimacy before it changes them irrevocably:

"[Andrew] lifted Neil’s wrist, pressing his thumb into the quickened pulse, grounding himself in the rhythm of it. Reassuring himself that the man beneath him was real. That this wasn’t a mistake."

The theme of Neil's "unrealness" is further explored in later chapters—Andrew knows he is going to lose Neil and can’t do anything about it. In Chapter 9, Andrew says,

"Neil was a mirage, something Andrew refused to let himself hold on to—but still tried to," and then, "It was real. It was unreal. It was never meant to be."

When Neil and Andrew are finally reunited, Andrew can't help but question the realness of him:

"Andrew’s hands itched to reach out. But he was still angry. Still heartbreakingly furious. His heart swam in the wreckage of it, even as the cause of it stood within reach. Real or unreal? It didn’t matter. Time would not tell, because they didn’t have a lot of it."

This also, I think, ties in nicely with the idea of Andrew viewing Neil as a hallucination in canon. Ultimately, at its core, it's just Andrew seeing Neil as too good to be true—and being scared of allowing himself to have this good thing—because deep down he knows that it's not nothing, that it's too important and vital, and that it has the power to destroy him. It's definitely a theme that I love seeing explored in different variations of Andreil fics.

3) And this line:

"Neil murmured kisses against his skin, repeating gently, 'Slow, slow,' his hand slipping along the tantalizing line between Andrew’s tank top and the band of his underwear. Teasing. Dipping. Pulling away. 'I’ll be so slow. So good,' Neil whispered. 'Let me suck your dick.'"

First, it’s just a horny callback to a scene in Chapter 4 when Neil gives Andrew a blowjob in the car, and it culminates with:

"The confession did nothing to stall Andrew’s orgasm. He groaned, fingers fisting in Neil’s hair as he pushed his head down. 'Be good and swallow.'"

I’m low-key obsessed with the line “be good” in the context of Neil & Andrew’s relationship—because it’s gentle, but layered with kinkiness, the inherent command to submit, the subtle reference to Neil’s inability to be good, to behave. "Be good & shut your mouth," "be good & swallow," etc—the possibilities are endless!

So in this scene in the epilogue, Neil promises to be good and go slow with Andrew, the way Andrew wants their relationship to proceed out of consideration for all of Neil’s trauma. And there is tension in it too—because neither of them knows how to go slow, how to temper their obsession for each other. They both possess a wild and violent streak, despite Andrew's indifferent facade that he likes to project unto the world, and it's only inevitable that this volatile nature will have them committing mistakes on their journey to intimacy. (It’s okay though! They can get through it together & learn.)

4) Jean. Oh Jean. He probably deserves his own essay. He broke my heart through the entirety of writing Apostasy (the scene when Jean has to say goodbye to Neil,

"Jean kissed him deeply, whispering, Je t’aime over and over, his voice trembling with what he was saying—and maybe even more with what he wasn’t."

It wasn’t easy to come back to him in this epilogue without shattering it all over again. I find the idea of Jean being in love with Neil—unrequited or otherwise—so fascinating, because of how close it is to canon in terms of the sheer capacity Jean possesses for love.

I wrote Jean as bisexual and biromantic in Apostasy—which is, again, pretty close to canon—but I also made him polyamorous. He’s in love with Neil, but he’s attracted to Andrew, and he could learn to love him with the same fierceness he does Neil (same thing applies to Kevin).

Jean (in Apostasy) would be happy in a monogamous relationship with Neil, but he would also be happy in a polycule that involves any combination of Neil/Andrew/Kevin (and Jeremy, of course, though Jeremy does not appear in Apostasy). Which brings me to my next point:

5) The differences in sexualities of our main cast. Apostasy easily could have been a Jean/Andrew/Neil story we all deserve, but the problem, of course, lies with Neil, who—despite having a strong platonic connection with Jean—is deeply monogamous and is in love with Andrew, to the point where it drives him insane that Andrew’s attitude about sex is so casual.

My take on Andrew in Apostasy might differ from canon (for one, he’s a lot more morally grey in my story), but I tried to capture some of the A-spec qualities of him that we do get hints of in the books. I think Andrew is more aromantic than he is romantic—but his connection with Neil pushes him to commit, and move closer on the spectrum toward Neil. The same way Neil’s sexuality can be interpreted as demi, and the way his connection with Andrew pushes him closer to Andrew on the sexuality spectrum.

They meet each other perfectly in the middle (romantically & sexually), and it’s the reason why they work so well—both in canon, but significantly in Apostasy as well, where Andrew makes a conscious decision not to hurt Neil and commit to him monogamously.

Andrew doesn’t mind sex with other people—though he enjoys it the most with Neil, and is self-aware enough to realize why:

"Andrew wasn’t blind, wasn’t resisting the truth—he understood that there was no way to slot into someone so seamlessly, to flow into another person, to fill the hollow spaces that had once been empty or murky with neglect, to become so suffused with heat that it set them alight, and then walk away unchanged. To not come away needing it.

At its purest level, maybe it was just desire. A chemical reaction, as primordial as the exchange of oxygen, as natural as photosynthesis under a burning star, as electric as neurons firing in their brains, as violent as atoms colliding.

Yes, that was it, the violence, the force of it—the sheer, unstoppable impact.

It had to mean something.

Because if it didn’t, then nothing meant anything at all."

Chemistry & sexual attraction of this magnitude doesn’t arise in a vacuum—and Andrew recognizes that there is something more beyond it. Their connection holds the key to this unfathomable desire, even if he can’t fully grasp it because he’s somewhere on the ARO spectrum. But he knows enough to hold on to it.

And that’s enough for Neil. Enough for both of them.

"The cigarette slipped from Andrew’s fingers as their arms found each other—grew into an embrace. It was the only thing Andrew wanted. The only thing he needed. Be real, Andrew’s hand pleaded, tracing the length of Neil’s back, up and down."

I finally added an epilogue to Apostasy <3

It was fun to revisit this universe and make some edits to the original story along the way.

(now I need to do the same with the dating show au!)

[kdh-tally]

Abby x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Abby and his Partner

Author's Note : This was requested (i was gonna write it anyways) and the request was so adorable but I unfortunately deleted it cause the first post wasn't loading 😭 But to the anon that asked, please keep your soul!! I'm not like Gwi-ma ;P

For context, you work at a pilates place. It's mixed building so they're both multiple female and male customers (i forgot what u call people who do pilates)

It’s bright and sunny with colours like yellow and pink being in the main design. Opposite of you is this minimalist and dark themed gym.

Both places are more or less enemies in business.

Not necessarily boys versus girls but instead gym junkies and muscle heads vs elegant bodybuilders and core strengtheners. 

It had been a long day and you were not supposed to be working but your co-instructor called in sick, and now you were the only available trainer on site. 

The building would be closing in a few hours and you seriously hoped no one else was coming in. Then the door opened.

In walked a guy who looked like he belonged in a boxing ring. He was crazily muscular, tall, slightly intimidating but 100% cocky.

You knew who this was, kinda.

He recently started going to the gym next door (traitor!!) so it was odd as to why he was here. Other than his pink hair, this definitely wasn’t his scene.

You were also pretty sure he was some new Kpop idol but apparently his group had gone on hiatus or something?

“Hey,” he greeted. “I’m here for the pilates thing?”

You glanced at the schedule. There was no appointment listed under his name. You looked back up at him in confusion, his cocky smirk was starting to piss you off.

He grinned. “It was a last-minute thing. Manager said she’d booked me in for some stretches or something. Said I need to ‘loosen up’.” He even added air quotes.

You tried not to roll your eyes. 

“Right. Lucky you. I’m the only one available.”

“Perfect,” he said without missing a beat before eyeing you up and down. “You look like you know what you're doing.” Cue the smirk, then the flex. 

Even though you swore to be loyal to pilates, you had to admit his muscles were… 😋

Five minutes later, he was on the reformer machine (in a position that should not have been physically possible) and asking if he was supposed to be feeling core activation.

“Is this normal?”

By the end of the session, he was drenched in sweat and fully humbled. You handed him water with a smirk of your own.

“Still think Pilates is just stretching?”

“…No comment.” after a moment of silence “…When’s your next opening?”

He proceeds to walk in every day after his gym sessions.

At first you’re confused cause he never seems tired?

You made him hold a side plank for 20 minutes and watched his soul leave his body.

“I can do squats with 200kg,” he gasped, “why is this band killing me?”

“Because you’re not using your core, muscle-head.”

He swore he wouldn't return again but came back the very next day.

All of a sudden he’s a regular.

Slowly starts coming to Pilate’s instead of the gym.

Many of the members, men and women alike, are super hyped.

It boosts their ego when the muscle-head can’t do half of the things they can.

He meets a decent amount of fans and they (very respectfully) ask why he’s taking Pilates classes all of a sudden.

He tells everyone he’s training to be more flexible for the dances Jinu makes them do, but honestly, he just wants to see you.

Brags that you’re his private instructor to literally everyone, even though you told him to stop doing that.

Whenever you correct his form, he smirks and says, “You just wanted an excuse to touch me, huh?”

You threaten to make him hold a wall sit for 10 minutes.

Will flirt with you. ALL THE TIME.

“You know, your hands are really strong. Its kinda hot.”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Breathe through the stretch, Abby.” you’d tell him

“It’s hard to breathe when you’re looking at me like that, cutie.”

You’ve smacked him with a foam roller at least three times. 

He soon convinces you to hang out outside of Pilates classes. 

Fortunately for you both there's a smoothie and snack bar next door.

After every session, he insists on walking you there.

You always order something healthy but he orders the fruitiest, sugariest thing and insists you try it.

You say no. He forces the straw in your mouth anyway.

When he confesses to you, he doesn’t make it big and dramatic.

I lied. It's kinda dramatic.

It was supposed to be a normal session.

You had no idea what was coming.

Abby had stayed behind again, lounging shirtless on a mat like he owned the studio, which he absolutely did not.

He’d more or less stop going to the gym at this point.

He’d just finished a perfect cobra stretch, smirking the whole time, and now he was watching you clean, spinning a towel around his hands like a bored pet.

“You always stare at me when I stretch,” he said suddenly. You didn’t look up, already used to the teasing remark. “I stare at all my clients. I’m making sure your spine isn’t breaking.”

“That’s cute. You care about my spine.”

You did look up that time, only to see him already walking over to the front desk where you stood.

“Abby,” you warned, “if you break another foam roller—”

“I’m not going to break anything today,” he cut in, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “I’m here to ask you out.”

You froze. “…What?”

“You heard me, cutie.” He leaned on the desk. “You’ve been driving me insane since day one. Yelling at me, correcting my form, making me sore for days.”

“That’s literally my job.”

“And you’re really good at it.” He leaned in, voice dropping just a little. “But I want more than our little pilates dates. Let me take you out.”

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

He tilted his head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You wanted to say yes. But his eyes weren’t playing around. Not this time.

“You really want to date your pilates instructor?”

“Hell yeah. You’re hot, you’re scary, and you’ve forced me into a split. I trust you with my life.” A beat. “Also,” he added, smug as ever, "I know you’ve been checking me out since the first class.”

You opened your mouth and closed it. “…Shut up.”

“Is that a yes?”

“…Maybe.”

“I’ll take it,” he said, reaching over the counter and stealing one of the protein bars you were fiddling with. “First date’s on me. Dress comfy.”

He left with a wink and a flex, the bell above the door jingling musically.

Now that he has boyfriend privileges, he’s constantly barging into your sessions to “check if your clients are better looking than him.”

They’re not. He makes sure of it.

You keep telling him it would be physically impossible for you to find someone more attractive than him anyways.

He does not like when other guys flirt with you.

He’ll sit on a mat, arms crossed, glaring while you lead a class. He’d be closer to the front of the class, which is odd cause he normally remains near the center to show off.

“I'm just observing.” he’d excuse, but you know he’s truly just trying to block any other on-lookers from seeing you.

He’s secretly very soft, though. 

Brings you water. 

Wraps his jacket around you if it’s cold.

Packs your bag the morning before classes (yes he stays over)

He pretends not to care, but sulks if you forget to text him after a long day.

The boys would be shocked that he managed to find someone willing to date him.

They only thought he had love for his muscles

“You’re dating a human pilates instructor?? Since when did you do pilates?” Baby would glare at him curiously.

Romance tries not to die laughing. “Wait, so she told you what to do and you liked it? Bro…”

Jinu was just happy he didn’t have to be forced to go to the gym with him anymore.

Abby would just take you instead.

Mystery was quite impressed. He didn’t care so much about Abby dating but was really interested in the mixed pilates center.

Would probably book a session to see what the hype’s about.

He would call you things like:

Ma’am - Whenever you boss him around.

Star-fish - Your super duper flexible the way a starfish is.

Brat - The name he uses to “bully” you

Y/N - Drags it out whenever he wants something from you.

Cutie - What he calls you most of the time.

You would call him things like:

Muscle Head : Cause he’s all muscle no brain

Baby : Cause it’s Abby spelt differently. (It kinda threw him off at first cause yk his band mate is also named Baby)

Loser : Banter is a very prominent thing in your relationship.

Himbo : He’s really pretty, you’ll be the first to admit it, he just isn’t the smartest sometimes….

Sweetie : Cause he can be such a sweet guy sometimes.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[purrestel]

Also just dropping this here—

I had a design that I made of the chaos pearl from a long time back aha…

HC that he’s a huge narcissist who only cares to live for itself freely without rules.

However, the heaven kept a very watchful eye on him and has threatened that if chaos pearl were to stir trouble while it roams, then it will be destroyed.

So a compromise was made, freedom of the chaos pearl but without the real chaos. Unfortunately he was still betrayed by the heavens who couldn’t keep its promise, ultimately attacked by Taiyi Zhenren and Shen Gongbao before he was forced to split himself into the Demon Pill and the Spirit Pearl.

Honestly though, if the chaos pearl were to see Nezha and Ao Bing, I think the chaos pearl would’ve taken great pride in them. But only for the fact those two are technically a part of him…

[clementine-thedestroyer]

I imagine Price and Simon as both having shower benches, but Price has one of the nice ones you can buy at a home improvement store and Simon has one of the kinda crappy plastic and metal ones you pick up for 50 bucks at CVS.

Like Price’s was one that came with the house when he bought it, but he never took it out because it’s the kind that screws into the wall and folds up when you’re not using it, so it’s not like it’s much of an eye sore or in the way. Plus, taking it out would mean patching the shower tile and dealing with all that mess- and as much as he didn’t like to admit it, he was getting older. No one needed to know if he begrudgingly used it whenever the pain in his knee became too much to bear.

But Simon bought his. With his job, major injuries were more of an eventuality rather than possibility. Maybe he bought it after some injury that made it difficult for him to walk or stand for a while and just never took the thing out afterwards, or maybe he just bought it because he wanted it. But Simon is the definition of function over fashion. The sparse personal additions he made to his flat could most easily be described as utilitarian. Practicality trumps all in his mind, so if he wants to sit down while he takes a shower, he’s going sit down while he takes a damn shower.

[jewelleria]

“zionism is white supremacy” shut up and open a fucking dictionary. open an encyclopedia. open a goddamn history book.

zionism doesn’t mean the absence of rights for everyone other than jews. zionism means establishing and continuing to defend a country that keeps jews safe, because we’ve learned from 3000+ years of being kicked out of literally everywhere else that if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.

grow up. stop being so childish. y’all are just mad it’s harder to kill jews than it used to be.

[paljordan]

i feel like anyone frustrated with how sterile and corporate big 2 comics are rn needs to look into vertigo,, like it’s still obviously under dc but it was wayyyyy more willing to publish some shit that could only be a product of psychedelics and undiagnosed mental illness