#i just need a long run to read yk. something with Story.

[mamawasatesttube]

im being indecisive about what i want to read next so!!! who wants to help me be even more indecisive?? comics fans rb this and tell me your favorite run :) and bonus points for if you tell me why it's your favorite!! it doesn't have to be GOOD per se - i just wanna know, what's the comic that rattles around in your head forever like a peanut in a tin can? for me it's superboy (1994) and triangle era superman <3

(im mostly a dc postcrisis reader, but hey! if you wanna tell me about something that isn't that era hell yeah! you get to talk about a fun comic anyway, and who knows? maybe you'll even convince some guy on the internet (me) to venture into other stuff too!)

[uramakimochi]

MOMENTS

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: nothing, just the fluffiest fluff ever. FEM!R but no use of Y/N. I recommend listening to "Tumblr Girls" by G-Eazy (sped up version), 'cause it's the first song i thought of when i was writing this and i always think of the tiktok edits, especially the last part yk😭 but you can choose your sweet song for this.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

[ WHEN SIRIUS BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST BROOM ]

"Baby, can you come here for a moment?"

You walked out of your room and down the stairs, heading into the living room, where you found your parents sitting on the couch next to each other.

"Am i in trouble?" you asked them shyly.

Remus gave you a smile and reached out to take your hand, sweetly stroking it.

"Of course not darling. We called you to show you something"

"Oh..." you relaxed. "What is it?"

Sirius leaned back to grab something that was hidden behind the couch and you looked at him curiously.

"I got you a gift, sweetheart~" he said and then turned back to you.

When you saw what he was holding in his ringed hands your eyes widened and you couldn't hold back a little excited squeal. You started bouncing on the spot and your parents giggled at your enthusiasm.

"For me??" you asked excitedly, frantically glancing from the broomstick to Sirius' gray eyes. "Is it all mine??"

"All yours, baby" Sirius nodded. "So we can finally play Quidditch together"

Sirius handed you the broom and you took it in your hands, admiring the shiny wood. Then you leaned forward to hug your father, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and giving him a loud kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you thank you thank you! Thank you so much daddy, i love you so much!"

Sirius hugged you back and placed a kiss on your head, rubbing your back. "You're welcome, puppy. But hey, you have to say thank you to Dad too, because we decided together to buy your broom"

You quickly hugged Remus too, giving him the same kiss you gave Sirius and thanking him too. "Thank you so much dad"

"You're welcome, my love. And please..." Remus said, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. "Treat this broom well because it didn't cost Daddy cheap, okay?"

"Of course! I solemnly swear i'll treat it as best as i can!" you nodded frantically. "I can't wait to show it to Harry!"

"I'm sure he and Uncle James will be super jealous of your broom" Sirius chuckled, then stood up with his hands on his knees. "Now how about we go out and try for a fly?"

And you run outside without even waiting for him, while Sirius followed you looking at you tenderly. There was no greater satisfaction for a father than giving a gift to his daughter and making her so happy.

[ WHEN YOU AND REMUS READ TOGETHER, HIM SAT ON YOUR BED WITH HIS LEGS CROSSED AND YOU BETWEEN HIS THIGHS, WITH YOUR BACK RESTING ON HIS FRONT ]

"How do you read this word?" you asked, pointing with a finger on the page to a word that seemed very long to you.

"Stepsisters, darling" he replied. "It means they're not Cinderella's real sisters"

"Why?"

"Because Cinderella's father married another woman who already had two daughters. Because his wife, Cinderella's mother, was no longer here"

You nodded silently, sad that Cinderella's mother was gone. Remus smiled and went back to reading the story. "Cinderella's stepsisters were very vain-"

"Dad, what does vain mean?"

Remus froze again when he saw you tilt your head back against his chest so you could look him in the eyes and he smiled at you.

The best part of reading with you was teaching you the meaning of new words. You were at that age where you had to depend on him and Sirius and when you needed something you always ran to them. It was something that would always make him proud in his heart.

"A vain person is a person who wants to show off to be admired by others"

"Ohhh" you mumbled, happy to have learned a new word. "Like Dad and Uncle James?"

Remus burst out laughing, taken aback by your words and you looked at him in confusion.

"It's true sweetheart, Dad and Uncle James are a bit vain" he said, at the end of his laugh. "But don't tell them, okay?"

"Okay"

You went back to calmly looking at the pages of the open book that Remus held in his hands while he continued to read that famous Muggle fairy tale to you.

[ WHEN YOU COLORED SIRIUS' TATTOOS ]

"Hold still Daddy!"

"Sorry puppy" Sirius chuckled. "You're tickling me"

You ignored him, continuing to color one of the many tattoos that decorated his chest as you sat on his stomach.

"You know Dad will never let me get into bed all colored like this, right?" Sirius then asked teasingly. "I'll tell him it's your fault"

But you just shrugged, stopping your work to look at him with an innocent smile. "You can sleep with me in my bed if he doesn't want you. I don't mind"

Sirius smiled back and, holding himself up on his elbows, leaned forward to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Aw thanks my love, i appreciate the offer but if i stain your bed Dad would definitely kill me, you know him"

You pouted a little and lowered your head to start coloring his tattoo again.

"You have so many tattoos..." you noted, not taking your eyes off his skin. "Does Dad have them too?"

"He has some, but not as many as me"

"Do you think he'll let me color his tattoos?" you looked at him for a few seconds with hopeful eyes and Sirius chuckled.

"He rarely lets me color them, but if you ask him i'm sure he won't mind, trust me"

"I can't wait to ask him!" you blurted excitedly. "Daddy can you lie on your stomach now so i can color the tattoos on your back too?"

And Sirius obeyed without protest.

[ WHEN REMUS COMBED AND STYLED YOUR HAIR ]

"Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Both Remus and Sirius shifted their gazes from each other to you, who excitedly entered the kitchen running to the former and take his hand in yours.

"What is it my darling girl?" he asked you without hesitation.

"Can you braid my hair please??" you pleaded in turn, looking at him with your big bright eyes, while your small hands unconsciously played with his long tapered fingers. "I want to have braids before Harry comes to play!"

"Aw, do you want to make yourself pretty for Harry, my love?" Sirius interjected this time with a smirk.

You chuckled and shook your head. "Nooo Daddy. It's much more convenient to have braids when we play, so my hair doesn't bother me" you answered in a tone that seemed to say "Wasn't it obvious?".

Remus stroked your fingers with his thumb.

"Are you sure you don't want Daddy to braid your hair?" he asked and you shook your head again without hesitation.

"I like it better when you do it for me. You're better than Daddy at braiding, almost like Aunt Lily and Aunt Dorcas"

Sirius slumped back against the back of his chair, clutching his chest with a mock grimace of pain. "Agh! You're breaking my heart over here baby! It's not fair!"

You and Remus both laughed then he stood up, starting to walk towards your bedroom and you let go of his hand to get ahead of him. When he entered your room he saw you already sitting in the middle of your bed with your colored comb in your hand, waiting impatiently for him.

Your father climbed onto the bed to sit behind you and after you handed him the comb, you didn't waste time moving back to sit between his crossed legs. And once you were comfortable he began to gently comb your hair.

He always did it to get out all the knots possible before braiding your hair and combing it was something that both you and him found very relaxing and above all intimate. Remus's hands were always soft and delicate when they touched your hair and he always made an effort to be able to create the hairstyle you wanted.

After he finished combing your hair, Remus took off one of the two colored hair ties he always wore on his wrist, (since he kept them for every time you asked him to tie your hair up) and tied your hair on one side of your head, so he could start making the first braid from the other.

"Dad?" you called out to him suddenly.

"Mh?"

"Can you teach me how to braid someday, please? So i can do it for Daddy too~"

Remus leaned forward to leave a kiss on the back of your head.

"Sure thing sweetheart"

[ WHEN YOU AND SIRIUS DANCED TOGETHER ]

"Are you ready?" Sirius asked you and you slowly nodded.

He held out both hands to you with a smile and when you placed your small ones in his palm, you felt his body heat wrap around your fingers.

"Remember what we learned, okay?" he asked you again.

You and he both glanced at Regulus who was sitting at the family piano and looking at you expectantly, while Remus was doing the same thing while sitting in the armchair. Sirius nodded and his brother took the cue to start playing.

The sweet, delicate melody filled the room within seconds and you quickly raised your head towards your father, waiting for him to begin. Sirius nodded with an encouraging smile and then began to move across the floor, grasping your hands and dragging you with him.

Sirius had his gaze fixed on you, but your eyes were glued to your feet, trying to move in the same rhythm as your father's. And your concentration on the music was disturbed by the constant fear of stepping on his toes (which happened practically every time the two of you tried dancing).

"It's okay puppy" Sirius murmured, not caring about your little mistakes in movements. "Just follow me"

"I-I don't want to step on you" you retorted, lifting your head to look at him awkwardly.

"You're a child, my love. I certainly don't expect you to be a perfect dancer already, otherwise we wouldn't have trained together, would we?" Sirius continued with a small chuckle and both Remus and Regulus smiled in amusement as well.

"I know, but... But..." you lowered your head back to your shoes.

Sirius let go of one of your hands to gesture to Regulus, telling him to stop playing. Both you and Sirius stopped and he crouched down on his legs so he could look into your eyes, which had become shiny.

"Baby" he cooed, reaching up to your face to stroke your cheek. "It's alright, hey..."

"I want to be as good as you" you murmured, a couple of lone tears falling from your eyes.

Sirius stuck out his bottom lip, reading the disappointment filling your large eyes.

Of course he didn't care how many times you stepped on his toes, he didn't care how long it took him to teach you how to dance and he didn't care if you were actually good at it or not. But everyone knew that you adored your parents and you worshipped the ground they walked on from the first moment you were able to. You wanted to do nothing but be like them and be the perfect daughter of your perfect family.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a pitying look and the former looked back at you.

"Okay" he said.

You sniffed and watched him smile at you.

"I have an idea. But first" he continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. "I want you to wipe away those silly tears okay?"

You nodded and closed your eyes so Sirius could run the cloth along your cheeks and under your eyes, wiping the tears from your face. Once done, he put the handkerchief back in his pocket but before you could ask him what he wanted to do, he stood up and clasped your hands in his again.

"Now i want you to put your feet on top of mine"

You looked at him confused and surprised at the same time.

"But i'll get your shoes dirty"

Your father smiled at you. "Baby, i'm rich. I can get five more pairs of these shoes, i don't care if you get them dirty. Now hop on in"

Before doing as he told you, you turned to look at your other father, who nodded at you with a smile. So, albeit with hesitation, you placed one foot after the other on Sirius', who made you come closer to him by pulling your hands.

Then Sirius turned to his brother.

"Reggie" he only said with a nod.

Regulus began playing the piano again and the music filled the room again. Sirius began to move again and as his feet slid along the floor, yours followed step for step, never once making a mistake.

Your eyes widened, lifting your head to look back at your father with a smile. "This is perfect!"

Sirius didn't say anything, he just smiled back and continued dancing, delicately, so as not to make you fall. He was sure that you would've learnt to dance like him one day and maybe even became better than him.

[ WHEN YOU COOKED WITH REMUS ]

"Why do you never let me cut the ingredients?" you asked, looking at Remus.

"Because if you cut off your fingertip then you'll have to eat it for dinner and we don't want that, do we darling?"

Remus turned his head to look at you when he heard your silence and smiled amused when he saw your wide eyes looking at him almost shocked.

"I'm just kidding, sweetheart" he chuckled, placing a hand on your head. Being around Sirius too long had taught him to use his sarcasm. "We just don't want you to get hurt. When you get older you will use the big knife like i do"

You let out a small huff, crossing your arms and muttering an "Okay" as you both headed towards the kitchen.

While your father took everything he needed from the drawers and shelves, you looked at him impatiently, looking forward to preparing food with him (another of the activities you liked to do in his company). Then he looked at you with his hands on his hips.

"Hands?"

"Washed" you dutifully replied, holding both palms out towards him.

"Apron?"

"On" and you made a little spin, showing him your personalized apron that you were wearing.

"Knives?"

"Only in Dad's hands"

Remus smiled giving you a quick kiss on the head. "My good girl. And now let's make dinner"

"Yes!"

About half an hour later, when Sirius entered the house he immediately felt a nice spicy scent invade his nostrils, accompanied by your and Remus' voices coming from the kitchen.

"Who wants to mix?"

"Me me! Please, let me do it!"

Sirius went to the kitchen and couldn't stop the smile from growing on his lips when he saw you kneeling on a chair, intent on mixing what was inside a bowl with a wooden spoon that you held in both hands, while behind you his husband whispered to you to do it gently, so as not to dirty the table.

"What good stuff are you two cooking up?" Sirius asked aloud as he stepped in.

You immediately lifted your head from your work to greet him with a wide smile.

"Hi Daddy! We're making a new sauce for tonight's pasta"

Sirius came over to lean down and give you a loud kiss on the cheek. "Looks delicious, my love" he said, lowering to look at what filled the bowl. "Do you think i can give it a taste?"

You nodded frantically.

"Of course! Here!"

You handed him the wood spoon full of sauce you were using to stir, but Remus' voice spoke up this time.

"Sweetheart"

You turned to look at him.

"Not with that one" he said as he handed you a coffee spoon.

"Oh. Sorry hehe" you giggled sheepishly, noticing his knowing look.

You took the spoon from his hands and dipped it in the sauce, then raised it towards Sirius' face to fed him.

"Mmh~ It's delicious puppy, like everything you cook for me" he said with a proud expression. "Did you make this?"

You nodded. "Yes. I mean, i helped Dad. I did a lot of things but i didn't cut anything because i didn't want any of us to eat my fingertip if i cut it off"

At those words Sirius furrowed his eyebrows with a bewildered grimace and glanced at Remus, who was chuckling.

"She's the best chef, don't you think?"

[ WHEN YOU AND PADFOOT PLAYED TOGETHER ]

Remus appeared in the doorway, hearing laughter and high-pitched squeals coming from the garden, and he smiled tenderly when he saw you chasing Padfoot around in circles, while he ran away from you, barking like crazy and wagging his bushy tail. You were both so joyful and carefree, it was such a beautiful scene.

Suddenly though, Remus saw that Sirius turned towards you and stood up on his back legs so he could come at you, before dropping you both to the ground, with him on top of you.

"Sirius!" Remus warned, making the dog raise his head and look at him in surprise. "Be more gentle!"

Padfoot's ears drooped in repentance and when Remus was about to ask if you were okay, you beat him to it.

"Daaad!" you called out to him with a wide smile, moving your hand to invite him to join you. "Come play with us??"

Remus let out a breath and smiled again, softly shaking his head. "No thank you sweetheart, i have to do some things to do first. You two just don't get hurt, okay?" he asked and both you and Sirius looked at him nodding excitedly.

"Okay!"

Sirius turned his face towards you so he could rub his wet nose against your cheek and you laughed loudly. Then he started licking all over your face and you tried to move away. "No Daddy! Please!"

You and Sirius rolled on the grass, laughing and barking, and Remus went back into the house with an amused sigh, knowing that both you and his husband wouldn't be very happy at the idea of a nice scented bath.

About an hour later, when Remus headed outside again to see what you and Sirius were doing, even before he opened the door he realized that there were no longer your squeals or Padfoot's barks ringing out in the air. In fact neither you nor your father were playing around in the grass anymore.

But then Remus' eyes fell on a scene a little further away from him that although it was nothing new in the Lupin-Black home, still never failed to make his heart swell with tenderness.

Curled up on the grass at the base of a tree trunk, Sirius, or rather Padfoot, dozed deeply while snoring (which he also did in human form), while your smaller figure lay curled against his side, sleeping as blissfully as he did. Remus wasn't surprised to notice how Sirius' tail curved towards your small body, trying to cover it in a somewhat protective position. And while his big muzzle blew from his nose on your legs, you held his soft dark fur in your hands as if it were the blanket on your bed.

Remus knew you would never care if Sirius' fur smelled or was dirty with grass and mud. Neither of you would ever pass up a (absolutely adorable in Remus' eyes) father-daughter nap.

[ WHEN YOU CUDDLED WITH REMUS AFTER THE FULL MOON ]

Knock Knock.

The door to the master bedroom opened and Remus smiled faintly when he saw your and Sirius' faces peek out from behind the door.

"Hey handsome. How are you feeling?" Sirius asked with a smile. "Someone here was a little worried about her Dad"

Sirius urged you into the room with a palm resting on your back and you slowly advanced towards their bed. Remus tried to sit up and managed to do it with difficulty, remaining half-lying with his back on two pillows against the headboard of the bed.

"Aw honey" he tiredly murmured. "We always tell you that you don't have to worry about me"

You raised your head to look at him with an uncertain look, unable to stop yourself from looking at his thin, bare torso covered in wounds.

"I know but..." you softly replied, squeezing your hands together. "I don't like to see your body full of scratches, Dad"

Remus and Sirius exchanged a look over your head and while the former looked at his husband with his usual look of disappointment and regret for all the pain he caused his family, Sirius gave him a smile of encouragement, as he always did when Remus became insecure.

So Remus let out a heavy breath and patting the blankets with his palm he invited you to get on the bed.

"Come here darling, come on"

You didn't have to be told twice and you jumped on the bed, climbing over his long legs and sitting next to him, on the side where Sirius slept. Remus raised a hand to caress your cheek with his thumb and you covered his hand with both of your smaller ones.

"Do they hurt a lot?" you muttered with worried eyes.

Remus realized that you were still referring to the scratches and all the wounds that decorated his body and he smiled and shook his head.

"Just a little. But i'm used to it, don't worry about me"

You nodded slowly and remained silent for a few seconds thinking about something, until you looked back at him.

"Dad?"

"Yes lovie?"

"Can i give you a hug? I promise i won't hurt you"

Remus felt his heart swell and looked at you tenderly. "I know you will never hurt me, my darling girl. You can give me all the hugs you want"

Finally he saw you smile slightly and without saying anything you leaned forward and curled up on his side, with your head on his shoulder. Remus wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you close and placed a couple of kisses on your head, delicately stroking your back with his fingertips.

Sirius leaned down to kiss you on the forehead before kissing Remus on the lips.

"I'll make you some hot tea. I'll leave you two alone" he whispered softly, moving his sandy hair from his forehead. Remus nodded, thanking him and watching him leave the room.

So you and your father remained on the bed, enjoying his sweet touches and occasionally listeningn to him talking about stories and funny moments to make the atmosphere more peaceful.

Holding you in his arms and filling you with cuddles was what Remus loved to do most in the world.

These were just some of the favorite moments of their life with you that Sirius and Remus would always hold in their memories. But for you, every second spent with them became a precious memory that you would've always held close to your heart. Unaware of the fact that you would've missed all of this even more after losing them both forever.

Hi guyss, so i was thinking, if you liked this story would you like maybe a version with the uncles/aunts, like Jily and the Slytherin Gang? Maybe even something with bestie!Harry too?? (Sorry not sorry but i love him)

Just let me know~

[tigerpearlsworld]

Pick a card

How do you think your person feels vs how they actually feel about you?

Before you choose a pile, take a moment to breathe deeply and connect with your intuition. This is a general pick-a-card reading, where the universe's infinite energies align with your path to bring you the guidance you need. Know that you can only choose one pile. The message you receive is not just for you to resonate with, but for you to realize in time as the truth unfolds in your journey. To truly receive your message, you must follow your heart’s instinct, not your expectations. Look beyond the surface and see what your soul is trying to reveal to you.

May you receive what you're meant to know.

( Choose the pile: )

The reading starts. . .

Pile 1:

How You Think They Feel:

I'm seeing you believing this person is feeling a strong, soulmate-like connection with you. You also see them as someone who wants to communicate openly and honestly to you and even perhaps... confess deep truths to you. The word destiny keeps repeating in my head so you may feel or sense that destiny or fate is at play here... yk. You also might imagine them constantly thinking about you, almost obsessed. Yet, there’s a feeling of something being taken or elusive, as if they are trying to keep their true feelings hidden or playing hard to get. Like the truth is present but not fully revealed. You perceive them as someone deeply emotional, introspective, and spiritually connected to you and again this idea of fated connection seems on play here. Like it's meant to be.

How They Actually Feel:

Tbh in reality, this person ...they see you as someone worth exploring but from a distance....*yikes* like are they curious about you? Sure...but they are also cautious, and definitely take things slow, almost hesitant...*hesitation is coming strongly from their side* i see this person is someone who just wants peace currently. They avoid conflict, they don’t want drama and like I see them not wanting to get dragged on something they don't feel ready for yet which could mean they are not ready for intense emotional involvement. I'm also getting them being overwhelmed and anxious and not being clear and wanting clarity within themselves as things are just not adding up in their life rn. Yep. I'm hearing this word "imprisoned" so maybe this person feels trapped by their own limitations or circumstances maybe it could be a mental barriers, past experiences, or even practical constraints from their side...I also feel they are though observing you from a distance, analysing the situation but will they make a move? Um.... likely not. At times they may appear detached or calculated to you but it's their way of protecting themselves emotionally.

You story:

The perception is of a grand this relationship definitely feels like a destined connection-one where the other person is just waiting to express their love and sweep you off your feet. But in reality, this person is more reserved, introspective, and cautious. They are intrigued by you? Yes but are holding themselves back due to fears, insecurities, or a need for self-growth. They admire your strength and maturity but don’t feel ready to match your emotional depth. What I see for this connection is that one side is ready to merge and connect, while the other is guarded and not ready to connect. I also feel this chaser runner dynamic coming...for when one person is ready the other is not. There is also this feeling burned due to maybe the status of one person or the idk but one person here runs away because of feeling burned by the other person wile the other person constantly chases. Also idk if you know this or not but it's just how strongly fated this feels but also filled with longing and hurdles it's just ...I deeply feel for this connection that even if you try to leave and even if they don't come to terms with their emotions ....there is just this lingering sense of ache and longing...like even if you go and be in another relationship or they go and be in another relationship with someone else both of you will just try to find eachother in that other person making both of you even more lonely in a way. I feel this person won't be satisfied in any relationship unless its with you...its just how amazing you guys are together but I definitely feel before they could come to you they maybe in a relationship before they realize what they want and that' it's you and then I see them chasing ....and I feel it's gonna take time. This connection between you two is definitely karmic ....no doubt but it’s a journey of patience and understanding. If you choose to wait they might come out of their shell-but only once they’ve made peace with their inner world.*so yea*

In the end you balance each other...there is this theme of light and dark...and without one the other feels empty. There is tragicness about this connection and its fate I'm ngl but there is also the feeling of chasing the other person not wanting to give up.

A song which was coming for you screaming in my head:

Pile 2:

How You Think They Feel:

You perceive this person as having romantic feelings for you and wanting to connect deeply with you possibly even seeing you as a soulmate. But you also sense they are not being fully honest... either with you or themselves. You may feel at times they are holding back or hiding their emotions, possibly out of fear or past wounds....and you may also believe they are afraid of vulnerability. I also see you feeling that this relationship is a journey something that is slowly unfolding and evolving over time. You likely think they are gradually realizing your value and that their feelings are growing, even if they haven't openly expressed them yet. I'm also sensing something unexpected will happen... there is an element of surprise or a pleasantness, unexpected turn of events may happen soon ;)

How They Actually Feel:

For you group no 2 your person they see you as a source of hope and inspiration....you represent something they admire and aspire to, possibly viewing you as someone out of reach. I'm definitely sensing they are curious about you, possibly watching you from afar (social media, asking mutual friends, etc.) gathering information but not making direct moves yet. I see them contemplating patiently not ready to act impulsively but also not entirely disengaged. I also feel they feel lucky to have to know you and may feel like it's fate which brought you to them...but I'm also sensing insecurities as they are well aware of your value and what you bring to the table, so I feel they may feel undeserving or unsure about how to handle such a profound connection feeling unworthy.

Your story:

You perceive them as romantic yet secretive, drawn to you but playing a game of push and pull. You think they are slowly realizing their feelings but the truth is they are in AWE of you!!!!perhaps even intimidated by the emotional depth they feel. They are observing, reflecting, and taking their time, unsure of how to proceed but deeply invested in the potential of this relationship. It's random message but be careful I'm feeling even if you may not be in a relationship but there is definitely this message coming of misunderstanding and miscommunication...i see rumours spreading in bad name about you...and then I see people trying to protect them from you and even manipulating in thinking you don't feel for them and that you're cheating which is weirdly specific but it's the message .... this feeling is coming of where they have this love for you which is genuine but there is this social pressure they are getting which is kinda of influencing them...in way....the social group is being a hurdle. *It's a random message* I'm just this person is too pure and just ig....I feel they may see as someone who will not accept them..I also feel even if you come to be in relationship with this person other person may try to steal you away or try to ruin your relationship with them. I'm feeling in this connection the words which comes to me is self-restraint and sacrifice. This relationship is of healing. I feel this person they are drawn to your nurturing energy but are cautious, almost afraid of losing themselves in the depths of what they feel for you. They definitely see you as a beacon of hope but are taking a methodical careful approach...waiting for the right moment to reveal their truth.

The song which came for you:

Pile 3:

How You Think They Feel:

You believe this person sees you as their ideal partner.. a perfect match.you think they view you as their equal.. someone who matches their energy, charisma, and fire. *It's random but I suddenly remember that song "is somebody gonna match my freak...is somebody gonna match my nasty" lol random* You likely feel that they see you as someone they can build a future with. You also think they feel a sense of loss or longing for you, almost as if they believe you were taken away from them or are just out of reach. Im also seeing for you viewing yourself as the “Main Female” in their life... the center of their thoughts and desires. There’s an aura of romantic idealization from your side where you may feel that like they see you as the one who got away or the one they can't quite have.

How They Actually Feel:

In reality I think your person is very introspective..hm..and emotionally cautious than you think. Like do they have feelings? Yea sure...they have deep feelings but they are also reserved...and I also sense they may hesitate to express their emotions openly. I also see them emerging from a period of emotional detachment or contemplation now realizing the emotional opportunity before them. I see them slowly becoming more open to this connection but still guarded. I also see they are willing to put in the effort but are doing so methodically. So this person does have romantic feeling connection and attraction towards you but they are also burdened by emotional pain or past wounds. The person might see this connection as something powerful yet overwhelming making them feel vulnerable and exposed. I see them feeling torn between their desire for you and their fear of getting hurt or losing control. they maybe struggling with emotional or mental blockage which maybe preventing them from fully embracing this connection. There is definitely baggage from their side and heavy ones.

The story:

You see them as passionately in love viewing you as their perfect match and ideal partner. You believe they are captivated by your charm and see a future of abundance and happiness with you. However in reality they are conflicted and cautious...i see they may feel a deep emotional pull but are wrestling with inner demons, fears, or past experiences that hold them back. *Mental trauma and past is also being highlighted for some I'm also seeing the person could have been sexually assaulted or abused in the past or during childhood it's random but it's how it's showing...for some I'm also feeling the person way of looking at the opposite gender could also get broken due to it...also hearing there is also some gender fluidness* I see they admire you and are slowly coming to terms with their feelings but are struggling to find the courage to act on them. There is beauty and melancholy in this connection—a longing that is palpable yet restrained. This connection is deeply karmic, urging the person to confront their fears and you to exercise patience and understanding. *Also getting some addiction vibe the person could be using addiction to escape pain?* They need time to heal and grow before they can fully engage.

This came it may help...the person is really broke it's just what I'm feeling anyway this song came

Pile 4:

How You Think They Feel:

Okay....group number 4 for you I see that you may believe they have deep emotional feelings and that they are in love or are developing strong romantic emotions for you. You may also see them as someone who is emotionally mature but guarded and holding back their emotions while feeling intensely. You also perceive them mature then you maybe in age/appearance or the way they present....you also think their logical and rational, someone who is thinking carefully about how to approach you and communicate their feelings. You might also think they are in control of their emotions and trying to make a move towards you soon. You may also believe they are making a serious decision about you, perhaps deciding to take things to the next level or make a commitment. You might feel they dance around circling at the top of love and you're anticipating... almost like waiting for them to reveal their true intentions.

How They Actually Feel:

In reality they are more balanced and relaxed than you think like...I see they feel a sense of harmony and peace when they think of you, but they are in no rush. They are taking their time to process their feelings, letting things flow naturally without rushing. I also see like they do have romantic feelings but they are in the early stages of those feelings. They feel playful, curious and just exploring their emotions without taking things too seriously yk. I also see they may see you more as a friend like they may see you as someone fun someone they enjoy spending time with, but they might not yet see this as a full-blown romantic relationship. They are taking a light-hearted approach with you and just enjoying the present moment without overthinking the future. There is yes a strong spiritual connection but....BUT! it’s wrapped in a sense of playfulness and ease for them. They are not approaching this with the seriousness you perceive or crave but that doesn’t mean they don’t care...it just means they simply want to enjoy the moment and let things unfold naturally.

Your story:

I see you perceiving them as deeply in love but guarded...yk. I also see you strategizing their every move almost like you are waiting for them to confess their feelings. You see them as calculating but romantic....carefully controlling their emotions. In contrast and reality though they feel a joyful, light-hearted connection with you.They see you as a friend, a companion, and someone who brings emotional fulfillment and happiness. They are curious about where this could go but are not planning or strategizing as much as you think Or overthink. Lol. I feel that you feel haunted by the possibilities, analyzing every move and every word. But they are dancing in the moment, carefree enjoying the lightness of the connection without being burdened by the past or the future. It’s like you’re watching a dream while they are simply enjoying the dance. This connection is about learning to balance intensity with playfulness depth with lightness.

No song came for you

[joaosnovia]

i js washed my hair so like what if you do a joao fic where he's home early from training and he comes back to see reader has washed her hair and it's all like curly and stuff

since his hair is more wavy-ish he's like surprised by the amount of care and products it takes to do to get the curls to be healthy and pretty yk?

so he's asking reader about the products and trying to add them to his hair and reading the labels on the packaging to get to understand what is the process

so yeah idk i hope this was understandable

(bonus is him being horrified by the amount of hair loss (totally not reflecting my own pain))

❦ - my girls curls.

summary:: what the req says

warnings:: none

writers note:: OMG I GET YOU BC TS WAS WHY I WAS BALD FOR AGES 💔. anyways i don’t have that issue anymore bc of a long long story from some bangladeshi hair salon… anyways yea… also i always write my fics b4 formatting so im doing this as i’m watching the portugal match and istg i keep on hallucinating that vitinha is joao.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb

joão wasn’t supposed to be home this early. training usually ran late, giving you plenty of time to go through your whole hair routine in peace. but today, for whatever reason, things had been cut short, which meant he was now stepping into your shared apartment much earlier than expected.

the first thing he noticed was the smell, sweet, floral, and slightly fruity. not your usual perfume, but something that smelled like you.

the second thing? your hair.

his eyes widened the second he saw you.

you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, your curls still slightly damp but fully defined, soft ringlets cascading down your shoulders. joão had seen your hair like this before, but something about catching you right after wash day made him stop and stare.

‘woah.’

you looked up, amused. ‘woah?’

he set his bag down, stepping closer. ‘your hair looks… really good.’

you smiled. ‘thanks, i just washed it.’

joão flopped down next to you, still looking at your curls with fascination. he had wavy hair himself, but nothing like this.

‘so, like…’ he gestured vaguely at your head. ‘how do you get it like that? because my hair just… exists.’

you laughed. ‘it takes work, joão. a lot of work.’

he frowned, suddenly curious. ‘what kind of work?’

you got up, motioning for him to follow. ‘come on, i’ll show you.’

he trailed behind you into the bathroom, eyes immediately going wide when he saw the chaos on the counter.

bottles. everywhere.

leave in conditioners, curl creams, mousses, oils, gels, things he had never seen before in his life.

‘…this is all for your hair?’

‘yep.’ you grabbed one bottle and handed it to him. ‘this is my leave-in.’

he turned it over, reading the label like it held the secrets of the universe. ‘intense hydration for dry, damaged curls…’ he looked at you. ‘is your hair dry and damaged?’

‘no, because i use that.’

he hummed, grabbing another bottle. ‘curl defining custard? custard? like the food?’

you snatched it from him before he could say something even dumber. ‘not the food, joão.’

he moved on, picking up a tiny bottle of oil. ‘and this?’

‘that’s my hair oil. it seals in moisture.’

he popped the cap off, sniffing it. ‘smells nice. can i try some?’

you raised a brow. ‘you wanna try my products?’

he shrugged. ‘i mean, my hair’s wavy, right? maybe it needs moisture too.’

you smirked, grabbing a small amount of leave in conditioner and running it through his hair. he stayed perfectly still, watching you in the mirror as you gently scrunched his strands.

‘see? it enhances your waves,’ you said, fluffing his hair.

joão blinked at his reflection. ‘oh. oh, this is nice.’

you laughed. ‘told you.’

just as you were about to grab the oil, you heard a dramatic gasp.

‘amor,’ he whispered, eyes locked on the sink. ‘you’re losing hair.’

you sighed, already knowing where this was going.

‘joão—’

‘there’s so much.’ he turned to you, horrified. ‘are you okay? are you sick? are you dying?’

‘oh my god.’ you dragged a hand down your face. ‘i shed hair, joão. it’s normal.’

he didn’t look convinced. ‘but this is a lot’

‘do you panic every time you see hair in your barber’s cape?’

he opened his mouth, then closed it.

you smirked. ‘yeah. exactly.’

joão sighed, shaking his head. ‘this is too much. all these steps, all these products, all this hair loss… how do you do this every wash day?’

you leaned against the counter, smiling. ‘because when it’s done, i look good.’

he grinned, reaching out to pull one of your curls, watching it bounce back into place.

‘you look really good,’ he admitted.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. ‘i know.’

he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. ‘can i borrow your leave in?’

‘absolutely not.’

he pouted but didn’t argue, still fascinated by your hair. his fingers twirled a curl around lazily, watching it spring back every time he let go.

‘so, how long does this all take?’

‘on a good day? an hour and a half.’

his jaw dropped. ‘an hour and a half?’

you rolled your eyes. ‘it takes time to look this good.’

‘i don’t even spend that long in training some days,’ he muttered, shaking his head.

you snorted. ‘you also don’t have curls that need hydration and definition.’

he looked back at his own hair in the mirror, scrunching his waves. ‘maybe i should start a routine. do you think my hair can look like yours?’

you tilted your head, studying him. ‘with the right products? maybe. but you’d have to actually commit to it.’

he hummed, still scrunching his hair like he was testing it. ‘what if i just let you do it for me?’

you smirked. ‘absolutely not.’

he groaned. ‘but you’re so good at it’

‘then i’d have to do this twice every wash day. no thanks.’

joão sighed dramatically, still staring at his reflection. ‘fine. but you are helping me find the right products.’

‘deal.’ you grabbed your oil and rubbed some onto your hands, working it through your curls.

joão watched you carefully, his eyes soft. ‘you know, you’re kinda cute when you do all this.’

you snorted. ‘kinda?’

he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

‘okay, really cute.’

you leaned back against him, smiling. ‘good answer.’

he pressed another kiss to your cheek, sighing. ‘i still can’t believe you go through all this every wash day.’

‘well, now you kinda have to, too,’ you teased.

joão groaned, burying his face into your neck. ‘what have i gotten myself into?’

you laughed, threading your fingers through his waves. ‘moisturized hair, that’s what.’

[hotchsprncess]

hcs about having a flirty/fwb relationship with luke? like how did it start or is it just strictly sex yk?

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

ahhhh i love this! luke alvez the man you are 🫠 (i used a co-worker concept for this bc who doesn’t love a bau!reader)

cutesy co-workers : flirting with you at work was something luke did as a way to get closer to you; get to know you further with each giggle and hug, show you his interest through flirty comments and compliments until he had you blushing under his gaze.

a hotel room can change everything : being on a case in new york city around christmas made finding multiple rooms in a hotel near the field office quite difficult. everyone ended up having to share rooms, and in a twist of fate you and luke ended up in the same room. the forced proximity and tangible tension led to you two tangled in bed together, feeling each other for the first time.

full of passion : luke fucks hard, don’t be fooled, but he also has sex with such passion. he thrusts deep and slow, moaning at each clench of your pussy and each slick sound that fills whatever room you’re in. he makes love to you, telling you how beautiful you are and how good you feel constantly until you’re cumming for him. “you take it so well, you’re fucking perfect”.

aftercare!! and care in general : aftercare with luke was amazing; he’d dote on you so sweetly and always run a bath for you to soak in. luke generally cared so much for you as well; he’d check in with you on how things went with a certain friend when you mentioned you were seeing them soon, he’d ask about your family (including pets), and always listened to a rundown of your weekend like it was the most interesting story he’d ever heard. “what you have to say matters to me”.

he could read you like a book : in more than a profiler way. luke could tell just from the way you walked through the bullpen how you were feeling that day. he knew exactly how you bit your lip when you were anxious in comparison to being in fear. he knew when you were itching to grab ahold of his hand by the slight twitch in your index finger. he knew you. he saw you.

he slips up : it was after a long case in your apartment after you landed back in quantico. he observed how this case hit you, how you zoned out like something else was crossing your mind, how you fidgeted whenever the team talked discussed the case, how you needed a hug desperately. while he gave you more than a hug, he was making you feel pure ecstasy. your back was arching, he was rocking into you as though he’d never have sex again, and his mouth was on your neck; kissing and biting and sucking and licking, until he spoke. he moaned into your neck, mumbling, until you pieced together some words - “god i love you”.

[giveafike]

I love Game, Set, Match! If you ever continue it, since the last time y/n was struggling with her game and Ben helped her out, maybe this time we can have Ben struggling and y/n helping him out

Combining this with another prompt for part 3 of game, set match - another anon said: I dont need u to make game, set, match a whole fan fic, but i would love to see a part 3 with them as mixed doubles partners in like the us open or something!! part 2 was amazing, so exited to see your next work regardless of the plot<3

(here if you haven't read part 2 + here for part 1)

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TLDR: Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton couple meeting up after some time for an Opens Tournament after spending time away. They're set to play mixed doubles, Ben's got issues, we're cosplaying bob the builder the way we can fix this!

Word count + info: 6.3k! A bit shorter than the other two, but I promise it's more intimate! Dialogue (lots of flirting and teasing). Mentions of Matteo Berrettini & Ajla Tomljanović.

Character Inspo: Wbk by now: cheeky n playful MC - yk just... fun! I didn't write any specifications, but in my head I was envisioning Tyla so! But put whoever you want to cast ;). She's fallen hard in love here tho

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, this is sooo cute. There is a lot of suggestive content here 😭 but nothing NSFW, teasing, playful relationship, lwky submissive Ben, hope I make u guys giggle!

Azzie Notes ✚: HI!! Last post for a bit (I'm still writing other things! Just taking a bit longer than expected - do send more reqs tho, I'm running low!) I LOVEEE writing Game, Set, Match - I'm so proud of this baby!

Do send in blurb reqs, I can push em out quicker than these longer stories. In saying that, I do have a couple in the works rn who knows? Maybe we'll have a new baby project on our hands.

Also, for anon asks + messages that aren't directly fanfics, follow #azzie asks for stuff bc I feel bad hoarding up space on the main tags for just anon convos. Should I do more of that? Do we want me to talk? Send qs and stuff if you do, otherwise I'll carry on w the usual fanfics and AUs.

I'd love to write a fanfic (SFW or NSFW) w a name and character description, like I could do SOOO much more, someone pls req, so I can storyboard and draft up stuff!!!

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Game, Set, Match (Part 3) - B.T.S

It had been weeks since you’d seen Ben.

With the WTA and ATP tours in full swing, your schedules pulled you in opposite directions, placing you both in different cities and on different courts. Your phones had been lifelines, but they only gave you fleeting sporadic late-night texts, quick phone calls, and longing video chats to keep you in contact.

But now, the separation was over, and the moment you stepped off the plane, a familiar rush of excitement bubbled up inside you, your heart raced, already knowing Ben was somewhere waiting for you.

You pushed through the terminal tunnel-visioned and suddenly, you saw him. Even in a crowded airport, Ben stood out. Tall, with his unmistakable athletic build, the brim of his hat tilted low, his lips were bitten as he scanned the crowd, his eyes locked on you the second he saw you. The world around you blurred, and Ben made his way toward you with long, determined strides.

Before you could even fully register the relief washing over you, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His familiar scent filled your senses, instantly grounding you. Your arms were thrown over his neck, your face tucked into his neck as you held him tight, wondering how you had managed to last this long without his comforting touch.

“I missed you so damn much, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. One hand ran through your hair, the other smoothing your back.

You sighed into him, your hands rubbing his back, curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed yourself closer. “I missed you so much more”.

Ben didn’t waste any time. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and intense like he was making up for every missed kiss over the last few weeks. His hand slid up your sides, slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin. His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you shivered slightly from how badly you had missed the feel of him.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been without you,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb stroking along the small of your back as he kissed the corner of your mouth and then down the line of your jaw.

You smiled, but your voice came out softer than you intended, already melting against him. “I think I have an idea. I was struggling too.” Your eyes fluttered open and shut with each kiss he planted, your gaze roaming over his face, boring into the kindness in his sweet eyes. You reached up to peck his cheek in slow, lasting kisses.

Ben pulled back chuckling, just enough to look at you, his thumb coming up to brush over your cheek as he drank you in, like he needed to commit every detail of your face to memory. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now. I need you close, with me, all the time,” he whispered, his eyes big and soft with affection. “Not for a second.”

His intensity sent a wave of warmth through your chest, but you still managed a smirk, raising an eyebrow. He looked like a little kid, never wanting to let you go. “Not even for a second, huh? Okay, big guy.”

Ben grinned, his hand slipping back under your hoodie, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that promised more than just a reunion.

“We still need to get to the hotel,” you laughed breathlessly, playfully hitting his chest.

“Hotel’s first,” he said with a mischievous grin, dipping his head to brush his lips over your ear. “But after that…” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His hands crept higher under your hoodie, grazing the edge of your sports bra. “I’ve got some plans for us once you settle in.”

You laughed, squealing, swatting at him playfully. “Benjamin Shelton! Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I don’t think I can,” he murmured with a smirk, his lips barely brushing yours as he leaned in. “Not when you’re finally here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed him away, heat rising in your cheeks. As you wheeled your bag toward the exit, Ben caught up, a boyish, gummy smile tugging at his lips as he stole the handle from your hands. His arm slipped around your waist, resting a little lower on your hip, a teasing glint in his eyes that promised he wasn’t quite done yet.

In the taxi, Ben’s clingy neediness only seemed to intensify, and you felt it in the way his hands couldn’t stay still. He pulled you closer, nearly into his lap, making it nearly impossible to sit normally in the seat.

His hands traced delicate patterns on your back, on your sides. His lips hovered near your ear, occasionally brushing against your cheek or neck, you could feel the smirk tugging at his lips, sending tiny shivers down your spine. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a quiet declaration, he missed you, he needed you.

“You seriously have no idea how much I’ve missed you, like, really bad. Like, losing my mind, bad,” Ben whispered, his voice thick with a mix of affection and urgency. His thumb brushed along your ribcage, slow and deliberate, like he was memorising the feel of you all over again.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his chest against your back. “Ben, darling, I’m getting an idea, with how handsy you’re being,” you teased, giggling as you glanced up at him. “You’re being so clingy, baby.”

Ben chuckled, not the least bit embarrassed. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “I haven’t had you in my arms for weeks. I’ve been dying just to touch you for weeks. My beautiful, gorgeous girl, the woman that I love so much…now all mine in my hands again…”

His voice trailed off while he planted kisses as your breath hitched slightly at his praise, offering him a soft hum as his hands continued their slow exploration, fingertips skimming beneath the hem of your hoodie, teasing the edge of your waistband, roaming back up to toy with your sports bra. “Weeks, huh? You're acting like it’s been years.”

“Might as well have been,” he muttered against your neck, brushing your hair to one side gently, nipping playfully at your skin. “I don’t think I’ve gone this long without touching you since we started dating. I’ve been so desperate to just touch you.”

You giggled softly, your head tilting to the side to give him better access, your fingers resting against his arm. “Maybe I book more WTA tours away if this is the welcome I get.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and he pulled you even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Don’t even joke about that.” His lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot and deliberate. “You have no idea what you do to me when you’re gone, baby. I’m not letting you go far from me for a long time.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, ownership laced in his words. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers running along the edge of his jaw. You could feel Ben slowly start to get more desperate, his playful feathering kisses turning into something more permanent, sucking and biting softly as if to leave small, subtle marks on your skin.

“Oof, someone's possessive. Guess I’m stuck having to deal with you being all over me then,” you teased, though your voice came out softer, more breathless.

Ben grinned, his eyes deep with affection as he kissed you again, plunging this time, one hand slipping further up your back, underneath your hoodie. “You’re not exactly pushing me away, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” you murmured, your fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re too tempting.”

The taxi jolted slightly as it hit a bump, and you let out a quiet giggle breaking out of your bubble and swatting at his chest lightly, clearing your throat as you sat up. “Ben, the driver’s right there.”

Ben glanced over at the driver, who was politely staring ahead, before shrugging. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You let out a laugh, pushing lightly at his chest again. “Behave,” you said, though there was no real force behind the command. You were enjoying the attention far too much.

Ben hummed softly, his lips still brushing against your skin, hands roaming even more dangerously as he cupped your breasts under your hoodie. “Can’t help it. You’re here, and I’ve been deprived for too long.”

The playful banter continued all the way to the hotel, his hands wandering and gripping and his lips stealing kisses at every opportunity. By the time you arrived, the air between you was thick with the tension of weeks spent apart, and you could barely wait to get to your room. Ben grabbed your suitcase with one hand, the other arm firmly around your waist, guiding you through the hotel lobby with an almost single-minded focus.

As soon as you were in the elevator, the doors barely closed before Ben had you pressed against the wall, his lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your waist as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you. Your hands pressed against the wall to soften the sudden push, before snaking up to the nape of his neck.

“Ben,” you breathed between kisses, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “We’re almost there, hold on, babe..!”

“I know,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding lower. “But I can’t wait, baby.”

By the time you reached the room, you were both breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together as you stumbled inside. Ben closed the door behind you, immediately pulling you into his arms again, his hands slipping beneath your hoodie, lifting it slightly as his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and needy.

You smiled against his lips, finally breaking the kiss to pull back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re insatiable..!” you teased, gasping, though your own hands were wandering, tracing the familiar lines of his strong chest and shoulders.

Ben grinned, his hands slipping down to your hips, pulling you closer. “Only when it comes to my girl.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re sweet.”

His lips brushed against yours again, but this time the kiss was gentler, more tender. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he pulled you even closer. “I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart swelled at the words, and you kissed him softly, letting the moment linger. “I love you too, Ben.”

For a few moments, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world falling away. It was about the quiet comfort of being together again, of knowing that even after weeks apart, nothing between you had changed.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice soft but playful. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smiled. “I was actually going to ask you that. You’ve been here longer than me, did you manage to set up a practice match?”

He smirked, his hands slipping down to your waist again. “I did. We’re playing against Matteo and Ajla.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you raised an eyebrow. “As in Berrettini? Matteo Berrenttini? That’s quite the practice match.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah? You sound a little too excited about that.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Well, have you seen him?”

Ben’s eyes squinted, his hands slipping lower as he pulled you flush against him. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your hands on his chest, teasing him. “I’m just saying... he’s a little distracting.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I should give you something to distract you from him.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I think my boyfriend is distraction enough,” you murmured, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. “But if you want to make sure I’m focused...”

Ben smirked playfully, his lips capturing yours again, and you let out a soft laugh as he lifted you off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he lifted your legs around his waist. “I think I can manage that.”

As you pulled back, breathless and grinning, you whispered softly, “You know I’m teasing. I love you, Ben. Everything feels right with you.”

Ben’s expression softened, his hands gently stroking your sides. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “More than you know. Feels like home with you in my arms.”

You planted a few soft kisses on his face before leaning into his ear, murmuring, "I still think you owe me a distraction though, Ben."

He chuckled, kissing your cheek. "That'll you get, darlin’ " he mumbled against you, bringing you to the bedroom. That night passed by in a blur of moments of pure, genuine love and care, making up for lost time and emotion.

The next morning, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun bright as you arrived at the court. It was a perfect day for tennis the autumn breeze a welcome break from the summer heat you had both endured on the tour. You could hear the hum of early risers in the distance, but out here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just you, Ben, Matteo, and Ajla.

The warm-up with Matteo Berrettini and Ajla Tomljanović had started off with an easy-going energy, but as the sets progressed, the friendly competition turned more intense. You and Ben moved together fluidly on the court, your bodies instinctively syncing as you read each other's movements, making quick glances, wordless nods, and smooth exchanges.

There were moments of effortless coordination with Ben's power serves and your swift returns combined to win quick points. It was no surprise to anyone watching how well you complemented each other, not just as a couple but as doubles players too. But despite your solid partnership, you noticed a subtle flaw in Ben’s play, something that had escaped both his attention and the growing tension in the practice game.

Between points, you caught the way Ben’s jaw clenched when a shot didn’t go as planned, or when a well-placed return from Matteo caught him off-guard, making him shake his head. It wasn’t that he lacked the skill, Ben was as powerful and talented as they came, but there was a rush in his movement, a drive to end points too quick and fast, a desire to out-muscle rather than out-think his opponent. He was pushing too hard, chasing shots aggressively when he didn’t need to, leaving himself out of position for the next exchange.

“Ben,” you called softly during a break between serves, approaching him with a playful smile, but your eyes scanned him thoughtfully.

He tilted his head, his sweaty curls brushing his forehead, and he flashed that bright grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “Yes, babe?”

You glanced over at Matteo and Ajla who were catching their breath on the other side of the court, then back at Ben. “You’re doing great,” you said, giving him a playful nudge, “but you’re leaving yourself open. You’re trying to end the point too fast, darling.”

His smile faltered slightly, the competitive edge still buzzing in his eyes, but there was a flicker of realisation too. “What do you mean?”

You took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers gently trace down his forearm as if to soothe his tension and take the edge off of your suggestions. “You don’t have to go for the big finish every time,” you said softly, your voice tinged with affection. “Trust me to set you up.”

Ben blinked at you, clearly processing what you were saying. His eyes roamed over your face, then down to the feeling of your hand on his bicep, his expression softening as he began to understand. “You think I’m overdoing it?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, studying his eyes before you answered. “Hmm, a little teensy bit, yeah. Just play it a bit smarter. You know I’ve always got your back.” Your hand slipped down to pat his chest lightly, fingers lingering on his heart.

Ben let out a slow breath, his pride unshaken but his focus shifting. “Got it,” he muttered, a crooked smile spreading across his face. “Leave the setup to you, huh? My girl’s handling business?”

“Exactly,” you teased, giving him a quick wink. “I know what I’m setting up for my man.”

That last part clearly struck something in Ben, the pride swelling in his chest as you called him your man. His grin widened, a gleam in his eyes now, not from the competition but from the quiet confidence you had in him.

“Damn right, I am,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear. “Guess I’ll have to show you what your man can really do once I’m in.”

You gave him a soft swat on the arm, giggling. “Save it for the court, Benny. Or maybe later, when we’re off it.”

Ben chuckled but pulled you into a quick, possessive kiss, his lips lingering longer than they probably should have, given that you were still mid-match.

“Later then,” he whispered against your mouth, his hands lingering at your hips before he pulled away with a playful gleam in his eye.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Matteo called from across the court, his thick Italian accent laced with amusement. “You two ready, or should we leave you alone?”

Ajla laughed, shaking her head. “Pretty sure we all know how this match ends if they keep that up.”

You shot a playful glare at them, then turned to Ben with a smirk. “Think they’re jealous?”

Ben gave a quick shrug, flashing that cocky grin that drove you wild. “Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look at my beautiful girl.” He winked at you before jogging back into position, and your heart warmed at the ease and pride in his voice when he said it, his girl.

As the next point started, the flow between you and Ben seemed smoother. You both moved like two parts of a well-oiled machine, he focused on power and strategy, and you on finesse and setting him up for those big finishing shots. You watched him settle, taking more time with his positioning, trusting you to create the opportunities for him. And when that perfect moment came, his power unleashed with precision, and you saw the change in his eyes, a new level of control starting to blossom.

Ajla returned a lob shot, and Ben waited, patient, as you volleyed it back, setting him up. The moment the ball left her racket, Ben struck, sending it down the line in a clean, blistering shot that left both Matteo and Ajla flat-footed.

“Vamos!” Ben shouted, his voice full of triumph, his fist clenched, as the ball bounced out of reach. He turned to you with wide, triumphant eyes, rushing over to scoop you up in his arms before you could even blink.

“That’s my man,” you laughed as he spun you around, both of you laughing and riding the high of the win.

Ben pressed a quick kiss to your lips, still holding you in his arms. “Told you we’d make a good team.”

You could hear Matteo clapping slowly in mock defeat behind you, and Ajla was laughing, shaking her head in amusement. “Alright, alright, we’ll give it to you guys this time.”

You beamed at Ben, his arms still tightly around you, your face inches from his. “Always knew you had it in you.”

Ben grinned, his forehead pressing against yours as his voice dropped low. “Only ‘cause I’ve got you by my side.”

You and Ben had barely finished celebrating your win when Matteo and Ajla sauntered over, shaking their heads in defeat but still smiling.

“That was impressive,” Matteo admitted, clapping Ben on the back.

“Though, if you two keep up with the lovefest on the court, you might distract yourselves one of these days.”

Ben smirked, his hand casually resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Nah, we’re just that good. Plus, she keeps me in check.” He winked down at you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheeky confidence.

Ajla gave you a knowing smile. “You guys are impossible. But alright, a deal’s a deal. Lunch on us."

You grinned, side-hugging her over the net. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the four of you walked off the court, lighthearted banter filling the air, your mind was still on the way Ben had adjusted his play. He’d listened to you, adapted, and it had paid off. There was no denying the satisfaction that came with seeing him execute your advice perfectly. But you also knew that some things would need a little more fine-tuning and practice, and for that, a private session was definitely in order.

Later on, after lunch with Matteo and Ajla, you found yourself back in the hotel room as the sun set, both of you a little tired but still buzzing with energy from the match and the good company. Ben was sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, while you sat on the edge, absently bouncing a tennis ball against the wall in a rhythmic thud.

“Hey,” you said after a moment, glancing over at him. “How about we hit the courts again? Just the two of us. I think we could use some more time out there.”

Ben lifted his head, one eyebrow raised, a teasing twinkle already forming on his lips. “Oh? Didn’t get enough today?”

You smiled, looking back at him. “You’re getting better, Ben, but there are a few things we should work on. You were doing great out there with Matteo and Ajla, but I think we could sharpen up your positioning a little more.”

Ben set his phone down, sitting up now, fully intrigued. “Oh? You’re offering to coach me?”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Yeah. I know you want to be the best, and I can help you with that.”

His eyes brightened with interest, and he was up in an instant, hauling himself up off the bed with a grin. “Alright, coach. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The tennis court was empty when the two of you arrived, the evening air cool and crisp under the soft glow and hum of the stadium lights. Ben took his spot across from you, bouncing lightly on his feet, his signature cocky grin in place as he spun his racket in his hand.

You and Ben had the ball bouncing back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. You enjoyed these quiet moments together, where it was less about winning and more about the two of you syncing up, even if it meant some fine-tuning in his technique.

“Alright, coach,” Ben said with a grin, settling into a more relaxed stance. His playful tone was the same as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze tonight, he was taking you seriously, eager to work, eager to show off for you. “How are we doing this? What’s the game plan to make me even better?”

You leaned back on your heels, arms crossed as you eyed him. “Footwork first. You keep rushing when you don’t need to. Relax into it, be patient, trust yourself and you’ll find your rhythm.”

Ben nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he mimicked your movements. His focus was intense, but this time it was different from how he worked with his dad. Ben had always been a little impatient with Bryan, more concerned with power and quick sets.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was all yours, giving you his full attention, which stirred something more than pride inside of you. As you demonstrated, he followed suit, his footwork and his motion becoming more controlled with each drill. Every time your hand grazed his arm or adjusted his posture, Ben listened obediently, applying your feedback without his usual back-and-forth banter. That focus on your words, the sincere look in his eyes as he perked up to listen, sent sparks through you.

“Better,” you said after a solid rally, a proud smile creeping onto your face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Ben wiped his brow, a hint of pride in his expression. “Guess you’re a pretty good coach, huh?”

You grinned, shaking your head as you walked past him. “I’ve always been good at keeping you in line.”

The game continued, the ball bouncing between you both, the steady rhythm soothing and familiar. You pushed Ben to focus on positioning, drilling him on staying grounded before committing to a shot.

And then, after another smooth exchange where he hit every cue perfectly, the words slipped out without warning.

“There you go! Good boy.”

It hung in the air for a second, and you froze with a shocked expression on your face, realising what you’d just said. Your cheeks burned up instantly as you glanced at Ben. He had paused too, his face lighting up mischievously with a look that told you he was absolutely not going to let this go.

“Good boy?” he repeated, his voice low and teasing. “Is that how we’re doin’ things now?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing your racket at him trying to remain serious, already feeling your face grow warmer. “Benny, don’t start.”

But Ben wasn’t backing down. He sauntered toward you, his grin spreading wider as he closed the distance between you. “Oh, I’m definitely starting. Honestly? I think I like it when you call me that.”

Your heart quickened as he moved closer, his presence as effortless and warm as it was overwhelming. Ben had always been cheeky, but this? This was something else, and the worst part was you liked it. You liked how easily he fell into his role, how willingly he listened, and how obedient he was when it was you guiding him.

“Ben,” you warned, trying to play it cool even though the heat rising in you was impossible to ignore. “We’re still practising.”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled, his voice dropping an octave, making your pulse race. “But you have to admit, I’ve been followin’ your instructions pretty well. Don’t you think?”

Your breath hitched slightly as he moved even closer, his body nearly pressing against yours, the net being your safe haven keeping your space, his eyes glinting with that familiar, playful intensity. “Maybe I should keep bein’ a good boy, hmm?”

It was that line, delivered with a perfectly raised brow, that sent a surge of heat right through you. You hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out, a reaction to how well he was following your guidance, but now you couldn’t take it back. And now Ben was fully leaning into the moment, clearly enjoying how flustered he was making you.

You tried to recover, taking a small step back to regain some distance.

“You’re… getting there,” you cleared your throat, attempting to steer things back to tennis, though the words came out shakier than you intended.

Ben wasn’t having it, though. “Getting there? Come on, coach, I thought I was doing great.” He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you back just a little closer. You couldn’t help but suck in a breath, your body betraying the calm front you were trying to keep.

“Am I being good now?” he asked, his voice low, filled with amusement but also something heavier, something deeper. His teasing had shifted slightly, still playful but now layered with affection, and it made your head spin.

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. “Ben, you-”

“I’m listening,” he cut in smoothly, his lips dangerously close to your ear now, his voice lilting in his drawled-out voice, oozing off his tongue like molasses. “Just like you wanted. Don’t I deserve a lil more praise, hm?”

Your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t help the rush of heat, the buzzing feeling that flooded through you. He was teasing, sure, but he was also right. He had been listening, and the way he responded to your guidance, so open, so eager to improve for you, was doing things to your heart you hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay,” you said quietly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. “You’re doing real good, Ben.”

Ben smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your eye, and the way he looked at you, both playful and sincere, made you feel completely undone. He raised an eyebrow as he caught your eyes with his, holding your gaze, expecting a bit more.

“You're a good boy,” you added softly, almost as if you were under a spell.

His grin widened, and in that moment, it was clear that you had lost this round. Ben had flipped the dynamic entirely, and though you were supposed to be the one in charge, he was now calling the shots, and it was thrilling.

And in the comfortable quiet of the evening court, with the world fading around you, Ben leaned in and kissed you softly. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just a simple connection, an acknowledgement of the easy rhythm you’d both fallen into.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with that same teasing glint.

"Thought you were in charge here, darlin'," he mumbled softly, his twang teasing as he stepped closer, his dark brown eyes gleaming in the dim light of the court. There was something about the way he said it, that lazy confidence mixed with an undercurrent of playfulness, that sent heat straight through you.

You bit your lip, fighting back the urge to give him a sharp retort. But the way he was looking at you, all calm and patient like he had all the time in the world to enjoy how flustered you were, made your pulse quicken, made you squirm under him. The man knew exactly what he was doing.

And then, without another word, Ben leaned in and placed his hand to rest gently at the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch as you both stared into each other's eyes.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his lips just barely curving up into a cheeky smile. “Still wanna keep goin', or you ready to call it?”

Your breath hitched, but you managed to keep your cool, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You’re getting cocky, Benny."

His grin widened, and his voice dropped, nice and smooth. "Can't help it when you’re lookin’ at me like that."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. “Fine, we’ll call it. But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you next time.”

"Guess I'll have to look forward to that, then," he said, his voice lingering just enough to make you smile.

As you both gathered your things and left the court, the night air cool against your heated skin, there was a sense of ease between you. He reached over, lacing his fingers with yours as you walked, and even though the teasing had subsided, the intimacy of the moment lingered.

A few days later, the stakes were higher, the atmosphere much more intense. You and Ben had practised with Ajla and Matteo in the lead-up to this match, but the reality of the Open, the weight of it, the pressure, was different.

As you stood side by side with Ben, gazing out at the packed stadium, the noise of the crowd buzzing in your ears, you could feel the energy crackling around you. This wasn’t just any match, this was what you’d been working toward.

The first set was fast-paced and intense, Matteo’s brutal serves and Ajla’s precision giving you little room to breathe. You and Ben barely kept up though while moving in sync, feeding off each other’s energy as you fought to stay in control.

When the set finally ended, narrowly in your favour, you both collapsed onto the bench, your breaths coming hard and fast. Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring out at the court with that familiar, intense focus with a gel pack in his mouth you’d seen so many times before.

His brown eyes were dark, locked onto the lines of the court like he was reading every inch of it. He wasn’t the playful, adoring Ben right now. This was the side of him you admired most, the one who studied the game like it was an art form, completely absorbed in every detail, every strategy.

The sharp angles of his face were even more pronounced as he heaved, sweat glistening along his jawline as his gaze stayed locked forward. It was that quiet intensity, the way he seemed to block out everything but the game, that made him so magnetic out here. He was in his element, and it was captivating.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, still catching your breath as you watched him. He didn’t speak at first, keeping that unwavering focus on the court, his breathing steadying. You knew better than to interrupt when he got like this when that competitive side of him came out, Ben was locked in.

But after a moment, you leaned over, your shoulder brushing his, and gave him a soft nudge. “Hey.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and just like that, the tension melted a little. He smiled, soft and small, and you could see a flicker of the playful Ben you knew so well underneath all that intensity.

“You’re playing smart, Ben. Matteo’s a powerhouse, but you’ve been nailing those returns. Keep pushing him wide, make him work for it.”

He exhaled, nodding as your words sank in. "Yeah, you’re right." His voice low and a bit raspy from the heat of the match.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against yours on the bench. “We’ve got this, okay? Just stay in the rhythm. I’m right here with you.”

He turned to look at you fully, and there it was, that gaze, the one that made your heart race every time. Dark brown eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and something deeper. “I know," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment. "Ain’t no one else I’d rather be out here with.”

Before you could respond, the whistle blew, signalling the start of the second set. Ben stood first, turning to offer you his hand, and you took it without hesitation. There was a strength in his grip that steadied you, and as you walked back onto the court together, you felt that connection between you grow stronger.

The second set was even tougher and rallies longer, each point feeling like a battle. Matteo’s serves were punishing, and Ajla was relentless, but you and Ben had found your groove. He followed your lead, trusting your instincts, and every return, every volley, felt sharper than before.

And when Ben sent a sharp forehand just past Matteo’s reach to seal the match, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

You spun around, immediately finding Ben, and before you could say a word, he was there, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug, spinning you once before setting you down gently. His eyes, still sparkling with that competitive edge, softened as he looked at you, pride radiating from every inch of him.

“You did it!” you squealed, breathless from both the match and the rush of it all.

“We did it, babe” he replied, his accent thicker now, the exhaustion and adrenaline mixing in his voice. His sweet eyes held yours for a beat longer before he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

The crowd’s cheers only seemed to fade as you kissed him back, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It wasn’t about the victory, not really. It was about everything that had led up to this. The trust, the hard work, the way you two moved together.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was teasing. “Guess that means you’re the gonna be coaching me after all this, huh?”

You laughed, your heart swelling with affection as you pushed at his chest lightly. “Don’t hold onto that just yet, Benny.”

He grinned, that familiar playful glint back in his eyes as he laced his fingers with yours. “Too late for that.”

As you both walked off the court, hand in hand, the crowd still roaring around you, you knew that whatever came next, whether it was another match or another late-night training session, you’d face it together. And that was the real win.

[moonsglare]

ooooh after reading your two eleanor posts i just have to ask for more of your thoughts. That woman is SO handsome and underrated i need her badly 😮‍💨

OK SO to be honest i have some minor gripes about her writing......... eleanor spoilers utc

but like imo i think the story could've been more interesting if eleanor knew about her past as jianghe from the start, or at least most of it if not all. to me it would've made everything just so much more OOMPH yk? like in this case eleanor would be over the moon to find mc/fuguang again, but because mc doesn't know about their past life she has to keep it to herself. which throws her off a little but the more time she spends with mc as mc and not the shadow of fuguang the more she comes to like the person mc is now. at the same time, it could be a way for eleanor to achieve that simple life she couldn't have with fuguang in the past as a cultivator. ofc this means eleanor would beef ON SIGHT with nyx, but that's a sacrifice i'm willing to make LMFAO. eleanor would be a lot more protective of mc around nyx, and i think it'd help flesh out nyx's character to in some way since their beef gets more screentime. it would also help with eleanor's house arrest arc; maybe before eleanor's visit to mc's house, she rationalised nyx's presence to be that maybe, "chimei" has been reformed and no longer exists and despite how annoying nyx is she's still just a human girl who happens to be annoyingly clingy to mc. but after eleanor runs into bell and bell accidentally spills the tea about how nyx is still chimei, eleanor could pivot hard into her paranoia for mc's safety and it would feel less like the plot suddenly turned up to 10 out of nowhere.

other bonuses of this adjusted storyline would be that i get Soulmateism and "i'll find you in every life" in my yuri and that's like drugs to me frankly. but also i feel like there's just something so tragically beautiful if el remembers her past life because it just means jianghe loved fuguang so, so much that both it and her grief and guilt transcends lifetimes. jianghe loved so strongly it haunted her and it still haunts her, every iteration of her. pre-mc jianghe/eleanor would be someone defined by their grief, by a profound sense that something inside her is missing, that there's a void there she'll never be able to fill. which ALSOOOO makes a convenient excuse for el to interact with her sister more, or at least, we get to know more about el through cassidy's eyes beyond "she's a hardass older sister". in this version maybe cass notices that, for as long as they've been alive, she's always seen this emptiness in el that nothing has been able to fill... until mc. mc's introduction into el's life is the first time cass has ever seen el so alive, wanting to do something out of her own volition and not because it's what she should do to repay their adoptive parents, or to succeed financially in life or whatever. with mc, el is finally whole. do you see how this is making me insane.

i'n this vein i'd also change eleanor's BE. from what i know of it, she fawking DIES, which is diabolical but also not the worst thing that could happen to el. the REAL worst thing that can happen to el is if mc dies again. at least if el dies and mc survives, she still corrects her weakness if her past life. if mc dies? that means nothing's changed, she's still the weak, pathetic jianghe she was before, a cultivator worth nothing if she cannot save even the one she loves. this is the pure el torture ending full of nothing but TORMENT <333

ok that's enough of my au nonsense, on to el as she is in game and like. 10/10 most perfect girlboyfriend NO NOTES !! she's just so effortlessly charismatic, able to toe the line where she's not overtly flirty but definitely has no problem making you smile. she has this boyish but princely charm to her and i LOVE it so much... like she's a very relaxed and nonchalant person on the surface who is really social but i love how you can tell that she really tunes in and cares about what mc has to say or how she feels. eleanor dgaf but she becomes a fake dgafer when mc walks into the room and she thinks she hides it really well but I SEE THROUGH YOU ELEANOR SI !!! I SEE THROUGH YOU !!!! I SAW YOU YEARNING !!!! ugh i love her so bad she truly caught me by surprise w the blorboism hammer..... i need more content of her NOWWWW

[khimeaarts]

Dc x dc (detective conan)

Idk I'm just super into the idea of edogawa conan in Gotham and yk have interesting dynamics and situations with batfam. I know I've read one in ao3 (but that's just one really good fic, ofc we need more ;_;) I'd like to do it but I just feel like I won't do it justice ksgsjsjshs my lacking English vocabulary is the main reason but anyways here's what I thought:

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Damian suddenly witnessed a much younger kid accurately kick a ball to a mugger's head, leaving them unconscious---

Person being robbed: huh? W-what?

Conan: (gets closer) are you alright? (He's got a little accent, Damian noticed, Japanese?)

PBR: (shooked, an understatement) Did YOU do that kiddo?

Conan: (acts nonchalant) I practiced a lot from watching TV (rubs the back of his head) Anyways, here's your bag, erm, my dad is just waiting on the other side of the street. I'll be going now ^^ (immediately escapes with his lil legs 🐧)

PBR: But... (is still very confused)

Damian (intrigued) follows the kid. He then finds out kid's dad was a lie and obviously alone in crime alley. Damian is mostly curious about the boy's unnatural skills and knew there was something really strange about this... and so the stalking begins:

In the stalking phase, Damian finds out a few or a number of things.

The boy is lost and is smart and strategic in finding his way and information.

The boy knows how to be covert. He sticks to the shadows, mostly avoid suspicious people, unless they're about to steal or hurt someone.

Ofc, he's got a hero savior complex. No surprise there. Damian was sure the kid would definitely bite more than he could chew just a little more meddling he's going to make. Good thing Damian was there to interfere if or when that time comes.

Yup. The time did come. After the kid solved a sudden murder case that just so happens to be commissioner Gordon's jurisdiction. The boy successfully sneaked around the crime scene and gave his proper and concrete deduction to Gordon (ever the one to face young batkids- robins, he gave the kid a chance) that was the right decision until- the murderer held a knife hidden somewhere in their person and went straightahead towards the boy.

Damian jumps in and saves the boy. Conan slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by a teenager's back protecting him from harm. Damian turns, Conan looks up.

Damian: You imbecile.

Conan: uh... that's a bad word.

Damian: Obviously. Did I stutter? You could've died! Do you ever consider the consequences of your actions when you sprint towards an indisputable risk to your life?

Conan: (Bewildered) I'm sorry, Nissan?

Damian: (knows Japanese, was caught off guard, but did not let it show to his face, he still has to scold the kid for being an idiot) You will come with me. I've seen enough of this idiocy.

Conan: What? (Catches the words in between) Have you been following me this whole time? How long? Why?

Damian: (ignores conan) Commissioner Gordon, do you require any more assistance?

Gordon: (just about done with bat's kids) Just go on your way, I've got this all handled Robin. Give Batman my regards. Also (looks to Conan), you did a very good job and thank you for that (pats the kid's head) but listen to Robin, and don't go to any more of these murder cases. Take care.

Damian: Come. (Walks away)

Conan: (glares suspiciously) My parents said don't go to strangers.

Damian: (Stops and looks back) Would you rather I carry you like a toddler?

Conan: (wants to run away but knows he couldn't based on what he saw from this teen, he saved his life anyways... and so he follows)

Damian: An astute decision.

Conan: Do you always speak like you swallowed a thesaurus in your sleep?

Damian: Tt.

And so Damian brings Conan to the Batcave. His siblings would definitely go: Did Damian just pull a Bruce?

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Ahhhh!! It's getting so late here ;_; I'll continue whenever I get inspired or get so distracted by plot bunnies in my head. Huhu, I just want to read more stories like this kdgsjsnshs

[glitter-stained]

what are your favourite comics of your favourite characters? jason, cass, mia, anybody you'd like to talk about! 🫶

Hi there! Unfortunately, I have forbidden myself from reading Batgirl 2000 until I am done with my master thesis (which so far appears to be done with me more than the other way around), deadline is in one month! So no Cass yet 😕 she motivates me though

Green Arrow 2001 is the Mia comic. So far of all the other Mia appearances I have read it's the only one I've enjoyed, but I'll say I haven't read Green Arrow/Black Canary and Green Arrow 2023 yet, very excited to see her in those! to go back to GA 2001, not only is that the comic with three different mia-centric arcs, but even in the arcs where she's not the main character, she's written with so much care and detail, it's just amazing. It also has my favourite Mia get-up, a black set-up with the big pants that none of her Speedy suits so far has lived up to. Also the attention to her hair is really great. I'm rambling I'm rambling, sorry. Just- Green Arrow 2001 is really cool. (I do have to say, I've been told it's not great for ollie and dinah- it was my intro to ollie and I still fell in love with his character but i can understand that compared to previous versions of him he's not as good. I love him though.)

For Jason, I'm a big fan of the whole original post-crisis jaybin run! Well. I'm a fan of Jason's characterization -Starlin's writing is often racist and sexist and pretty shitty, but if you approach it with a mentality of "Jason is right and Batman is wrong" it becomes often much more readable. Aditf in particular is racist as fuck, though the Jason characterization is good- Starlin is quite the incredible illustration of the "enemy of my enemy is my friend", yk. I also deeply adore Judy Koslovsky, she's one of my favourite minor batman characters. But my favourite Jaybin story is Batman #408-409 (which was written by Collins), it's just so good (though i'm unsure whether the batman criticism and classism conversation were intended or if it's just my reading - i don't care, it's great whether it meant to or not). Ma Gunn might just be my favourite Batman villain, she's the perfect mix of thematically relevant and camp, she doesn't need to be edgy to make a wonderful critique of Batman, she's a narrative foil for Batman and a Leslie parallel and thus the best option for introducing Jason's character. Granny McCrime truly nobody does it like you do, I'm sorry Scott Lobdell got his nasty paws on you. For Red Hood Jason, I don't know if I like Under the Hood ( i could write a 17 pages long essay on my love-hate relationship with it) but it sure is a comic, wow. Red Hood Lost Days is great, as long as I pretend that one sex scene isn't there (it was retconned, so i can do that anyway) it's my favourite Red Hood comic. You just have to like, ignore the psychoanalytical subtext tbh. Other than that, I have to finish TFZ and read TMWSL before making an opinion on those. Oh, I also really liked Jason in Batman: The Cult (which was almost an awesome horror story until Starlin fucked with gratuitous racism for no reason). Legends is also an awesome Jason comic, he's not in there long but I do love both his inferiority complex towards dick, his incredible bravery, and the way it explores child superheroes with the parallel between Jason and Billy and the way they're treated.

Barbara's also one of my favs, but I'm still reading through Birds of Prey 1999, so I don't think I have much to recommend beyond it so far- very eager to make a "best of barbara gordon" reading list as soon as I have read it! Especially curious about Oracle's first appearance in suicide squad, and maybe that Batgirl comic where she runs for mayor or something.

For Roy, I'm a big, big fan of Devin Grayson's Arsenal mini! Snowbirds don't Fly is also a reference or course, both as a drug psa (esp considering the time it was published) and as a Roy story. I haven't read much more of him yet tragically, but I did read that standalone Titans #19 (i think it was 19) while looking for Mia appearances, and I thought he was really really good in it.

And of course I can't not include one of my favourite characters, who I'd bet you might really really like, The Crimson Avenger! She's criminally underrated and underdeveloped, but despite how short her appearances are she's like -such a cool, well-rounded concept. I wish DC would let me write stories with her so so bad. I already made a reading list with links so I'm just linking it, she's just... So cool. A lot of the reasons I like her overlap with the reasons I like red hood jason also. Anyway check her out I promise you will not regret it!

[thefaithfulnightwriter]

𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ~ Chapter One

Summary - This is a story of an unlikely love. A story of a love between two people. Their love was so strong and chaotic. But pure that no one could compare. He looked at her as if she hung the stars. She looked at him and saw all his flaws but still loved him. She was his light in the constant darkness that surrounded him. He was the darkness she needed to see the stars. A story in which the light falls in love with the darkness. The light being Annamarie who was a shy and quiet yet powerful high fae. And the darkness being Bryaxis the monstrous creature that lurks in the deep lower levels of the library beneath the House of Wind. The two became an unlikely pair and are inseparable from the start.

Pairing - Bryaxis x Female!Oc

Universe - pre acotar - acowar [it may go into an au after acowar not sure yet though]

Warnings - ACOTAR - ACOWAR spoilers, Blood, Gore, Death, Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Semi Smut, Violence, Language, Mention of Past Abuse, War, Things Will Be Slightly Changed, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds,More Will Be Added If Needed. (Please do not read if these are triggers)

Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR - ACOWAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. And i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.

Author's Note - idk how to say it simple but i just wanna point out that Bryaxis will sorta be a oc cause there's only a few things written about him from my research and wwhat i read yk and what not. so just if you don't like how i portray him just please don't read or if you have something to say on how i do portray please be nice. so yeah that's all i gotta say on that subject.

The words across the page of the book had Annamarie's full attention. She was reading or soaking up the words of the adventure happening on the pages. She was happy to be able to escape into the pages of the book. She was happy to finally be able to relax and feel somewhat safe. But as she thought about such safety she began to think about her past.

It wasn't too long ago she was being abused and used. It was all for and because of her magic. She was a high fae from Hewn City. But she was different. Her parents were the cause of it.

Her mother was from Hewn city. A high fae with the rare abilities of a daemati. Who had a secret relationship with Anna's biological father from Day Court. Who had the magic of healing and manipulation of light. Being a relative of Helion himself, his younger brother.

From what her grandfather had told her. Anna never truly knew if it was true. Being that her mother died giving birth to her. And from rumors her father was assassinated. But Anna was born with all of said abilities, along with the ability to move things with her mind. She was very powerful. So Anna thought that it must be true about what he told her about her parentage.

All Anna knew was that her grandfather, finding out about such a relationship, was furious. And seemed to be even more angry that he lost his daughter. Which also fueled him to treat Anna cruelly and horrible. But every time her grandfather hurt Anna he made her heal herself, or he would forbid her from doing such a thing.

Anna would have tried to run away. But she had nowhere to go. She was scared. And even if she was going to, she couldn't. Her grandfather had her locked in a room for most of her life. The room being heavily spelled. So she was stuck and had no clue what to do.

That is until her grandfather wanted to marry her off to a male. Who was terrifying and horrible. Anna wanted nothing to do with him. So she did all she could to get out of said marriage. She tried so much to gain her freedom; she tried breaking out of the room, she tried to make a bargain with anyone, she tried begging. She tried everything.

That is until she was at a ball of sorts. A ball thrown but the High Lord of Night Court himself. Her first ball and first time out of said room. Her grandfather was cautious though. He didn't want to lose her. So he made her wear bracelet-like chains and a necklace that were all spelled so she couldn't use her magic. It also binded her to her grandfather so he knew where she was. She was truly trapped. And would never gain her freedom.

The night of the ball Anna was able to escape just for a moment. She didn't care about the consequences. She just wanted to be free before she was trapped in another prison with a horrible man who would be her husband. She found herself in the corner of a far away hallway. Once she knew she was alone Anna slid to the floor and hugged herself as she wept for what felt like forever. She took that moment to pray to the Mother to give her freedom. In the midst of her crying and praying she was found by none other than the High Lord's Spymaster, the Shadowsinger, Azriel.

That night she was rescued by Azriel, him having helped Anna find her freedom. It was after she told him of her horrible life of the chains that were wrapped around her. Of the scars that she had. He listened to everything she had to say. Azriel then promised he would help her, and he did. He took her away. He took her to the most gorgeous place she has ever known... to the City of Starlight, the Court of Dreams, to Velaris.

And that was where Anna was right now. More specifically in the library under the House of Wind. It had been a couple of years since she had found freedom with the help of Azriel. Who she was grateful for, one of her closest friends. He was the brother she always wanted, and more.

He was always there for her, as she was there for him. If they needed someone to talk to, they were there for one another. Even if they just needed someone to sit in silence with, they would be there. They were each other's family. Their bond together was precious to them, and they wouldn't change it.

They told each other everything; their secrets, their fears, and hopes. They were each other's confidants. When Azriel couldn't go to the inner circle, his other family members, he would go to Anna. Which everyone knew. Anna knew the inner circle and she was close with them all. Everyone had their own friendship with Anna. But she wasn't closests with Azriel.

Which was who she was with right now. Azriel was finishing his reports while Anna read from her book. Both sitting on a comfortable couch. Anna had her legs in his lap as he worked. That is until Azriel stiffened. Anna knew then and there he was talking to Rhysand. He then shifted and turned his attention to Anna.

"I'm sorry Anna. I have to go on a mission," Azriel informed her.

"Again. You know it's okay to have some time off right Az," she stated with worry. She didn't want him to go. But Anna knew she couldn't stop him from his missions, from his duty as the High Lord's Spymaster. She had to let him do what he does best. He was the best at what he did. That doesn't mean she didn't worry about him though. And Azriel knew she did. He knew she was worrying for him right now. Which led him to send her a smile.

"Yes. But he's worried about the celebration that is to happen Under the Mountain soon. I will be back though. Then we can talk about the book we're reading together. How does that sound?" Azriel grinned. Trying to sooth her worry.

"Really! Okay! Okay! Just be careful. If you get hurt let me know. And I'll make you some cookies when you get back," Anna beamed. She was then moving to hug Azriel which he returned with a chuckle.

"I'd like that very much, sunshine," he smiled. He was then gathering his things with his shadows and was on his way to his mission. As Azriel left he hugged Anna placing a kiss upon her head. Which caused Anna to giggle. As such a moment happened between the two friends it seemed someone was watching with a glaring gazes.

But Anna was oblivious of the pair of eyes on her. Because she was soon sitting back on the comfortable couch, and was soaking up the words from the book in her hands. After some time though her attention was shaken from her book that she was still reading. By the calling of her name.

Looking up she was met with a very pretty priestess. She was a brunette with dark brown eyes and olive skin. Anna knew who it was, having spoken to her a few times and having seen her in passing more times than not. Her name was Iris. Anna was quick to send her a shy smile. As she closed her book and put her full attention on the priestess.

"Hello Annamarie. I am so sorry to bother you but it seems I need some help with putting away some books. I know you're off for the day. But can you please help me?" Iris begged her with wide eyes. Seeing her in such distress Anna was quick to stand and nodded agreeing to help right away.

"Don't worry. I'd love to help you Iris," she smiled. As she put her book in her satchel that she had beside her. She was then throwing it over her shoulder, wanting to go to her room when she was done helping Iris. As Anna walked past Iris she sent her a smile and walked forward. Once she was before her Iris quickly sent her a glare without Anna knowing. Just as she did early when she saw Anna with Azriel.

But Iris soon smirked as she thought of the plan she had made for Anna, that she was about to execute. Shaking the smirk from her lips she smiled and went to walk beside Anna. Soon the two were talking about random things as Iris handed Anna books.

They were speaking of Velaris when the subject of a certain Shadowsinger came up. Anna was happy to speak of one of her closest friends. She wanted someone to know how gentle and kind he was. She knew many were scared of him and it bothered him. So if she could make someone see how he really was she would do it. She wanted him to feel more welcomed.

"He does seem nice from what I have seen. But I must say the Shadowsinger sure is handsome," Iris gossiped. Sending Anna a playful grin. Anna didn't seem to understand what she meant and what she was indicating. Because she continued to talk about Azriel with gratitude, nothing more. As she looked at the books in her arms. She didn't even notice that they were getting closer to the lower levels of the library.

"I mean he is handsome, he's kind too, he's amazing. He's actually the one to save me. He's one of my closest -," Anna began. Before she was cut off by being pushed hard and a scream left her lips. Anna then found the books in her hands falling as she fell down a few steps.

But she was quick to catch herself on the railing. As she did it seemed she hurt her ankle causing a cry to escape her. She didn't care for it though she was trying to stop herself from falling to the lower level. The lower level of the library that Anna knew not to go to. She was quick to look up and send a glare at Iris.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She exclaimed with fear. As she tried to get up the steps. Her eyes shimmering with magic from her panicked emotions. She would have quickly used her magic but she was still training with Amren, Azriel, and Rhysand to get better control over them. Still having trouble with her magic.

"Oh nothing I hope you have fun down there in the darkness Annamarie. Oh and yes Azriel is amazing and he's mine," Iris snickered. As she waved her hand blasting a wave of magic to hit Anna.

Leading her to fall down the rest of the steps into the darkness, another scream escaping her. Iris was quick to wave her hand casting a spell with a smirk. Making it so that Anna couldn't escape the lower levels of the library. Before walking off with a skip in her step.

Falling down the steps Anna found herself hitting her head and being engulfed by darkness. But before she could hit the hard concrete floor below signifying her truly reaching the bottom floor... she stopped. A cloud of shadows had stopped her wrapping around her soft waist keeping her still. The shadows were soon gently picking her up and slowly pulling her into the darkness. 

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[tarta-de-limon]

HEY YOU GOT MY FAVORITE GAYS EVER AS YOUR BANNER- me fr

anyways do you have any ocs perchance I would like to draw em

LMAAAO, THEY'RE ADORABLE, I HAD TO HAVE THEM IN MY BANNER

And omg, I do but... they're kinda cringey.

...

Anyway here they are!!!!

It's a quick drawing of all of them, they don't belong to the same storyline tho, I created them to entertain myself, and it's a sketch like this because I actually draw them traditionally, not digitally. I draw them in my classes.

They're more like... introduced characters into DC universe??? As you can see second Luan on the right is WonderGirl, so...yeah, cringey.

But I want to share their stories because I love them!!!

If you don't care, you can skip, I already gave their designs right here, so knowing their stories is kind of unnecessary??? I put some photos ahead, so you can skip the text and go to the photos if you want to draw any of them and need references!

So, Natalya is actually just a normal teenager, daughter of Bruce Wayne, didn't really cared about her mother so... she's dead, I guess. Maybe a one night stand. I created her because I thought it would be cute for Damian to have a gentle, kind big sister figure? In that moment I wasn't into DC in general, so I didn't know about Cass and Steph, I only watched the movies.

But then I read the comics, and well, here's her lore:

So, she's very fragile, she gets tired easily, she gets sick easily, but as a kid, she really, really wanted to be a to do sports and all that to prove Bruce and others she wasn't weak. She knew Jason and was super close to him. Then Jason died haha. She felt alone, Bruce was grieving, Dick was grieving, she gets angry, she hates everyone, then Tim takes the mantle of Robin, Natalya hates him.

Like, really, really hates him.

Uhh... Idk if this is canon or not, because as I've said before, I'm not a Tim fan...

So, in this au Tim's parents die, Natalya feels bad, kinda tries to fix things, doesn't really work.

So she's been always trying to be loud and annoying to call others attention, but after this, she kinda quiets down??? And realizes that, well, sometimes listening is nice too, yk? I remember I had this scene where she's complaining to Alfred, like; why won't he forgive me!? I already said sorry! (She's a kid)

And Alfred tells her to, well, to kinda listen to others? Because all she's listening is herself; I already apologized, I already said I'm sorry, I'm right, you're wrong.

And well, ever since then Natalya kinda calms down and learns that, well, sometimes life is life, and that she never really had a passion for sports, she didn't even liked them she just wanted to be noticed.

She realizes that what she does like is playing chess with Alfred, and well, she joins the chess club of her school, once she's calmer and nicer Tim forgives her, they become close. Everything's going just fine...

And then Damian arrives.

But Natalya is super happy, she had a little brother! And she was going to be the best sister and give him all the attention and affection she didn't have when she was a kid.

At first Damian doesn't like it. Then he kinda does. Is nice to have someone caring for you, and Natalya is just...nice. she's the type of girl that likes to take care of others, and that really likes to do little gestures like baking sweets for you when you're feeling sick.

... then she dies. Yeah. Idk why I decided she would die. She just does.

Damian revives her with the Lazarus pit, because he feels it was his fault (something, something happened, Natalya covered him with her body, she dies). I really wanna go into detail but it'll be too long.

And when she revives she's kinda traumatized! But she's adapting. Besides, her body isn't as weak as it used to. I have this scene where she's running and she realizes; Wait, I'm running. I'm not tired. I'm not having trouble breathing. I'm running!!!!

So Natalya's kinda happy, I guess.

(she ends up with a bunch of scars and her left eye is grey now. She can't see with that one. She was shot. Multiple times. I like to think her scar have like this 💥 form.

Uh... second one is Luan(19)! I actually created her, again, while I was watching the movies; wouldn't it be funny if Damian had a twin sister? So that's where the design came from. Damian in the movies doesn't look like o picture him now tho 😭😭✋✋✋ anyway, her lore? Well, as Damian twin sister: she was trained, killed, revived, killed, revived, then she was poisoned with Joker Venom, but it kind of made her crazy, she tries to blow up the whole city, she realizes last moment what she's doing, she develops like...personality problems??? (Her real self and the venom self, kind of), she runs away.

She spends time trying to find who she is, then she returns to Gotham to end a criminal organization she created while she was a villain. She refuses to talk with the batfam because she feels to guilty, because well, she kinda tried to kill them all.

That's as Damian's twin tho. As a new Oc? Idk... she's a villain... that's it. I didn't really thought about her new lore. I just really like her design. I created a boyfriend for her, when I was redesigning her to be older and just a different person. She met him when she was fighting batman and Robin, and he kinda "saved" her ("saved' because she knew he was spying on her and pretended to be loosing to see what he would do). His name is Kairos. It means: a propitious moment for decision or action. I think it's pretty accurate.

Kate is my favorite. She's such a tiny little devil I love her so much.

Her real name is Lydia, actually, she lived with her mother, a drug addict, in crime alley. When she was three or so, one day she kinda got mad at her mom, a temper tantrum, and well, she had the bad habit of hiding while she was angry.

Well she hid under the bed and just then some bad guys appeared because, surprise, her drug addict mother owed them money.

They killed her...uhhh, warning, I guess:

⚠️ They kinda... strangled her. And I have this scene where the just put her against the floor, the woman is dying, and Kate is there, under the bed, and she can't do shit because, she's a damn toddler and is scared? ⚠️

She stayed there, hidden under the bed for a whole day, just in shock, before she ran away from her apartment and just... Idk, she just wanted to leave. She was panicking, alright?

The point is, Selina finds her.

Kate is in a state of shock and doesn't really react, so Selina takes her in and gives her a new name. Kate! Like kitten, get it?

So...

She's kind of a prodigy??? She's a smart ass, she knows how to build all type of machines and is pretty smart.

So she fixes Selina's little gadgets if needed, and Selina will buy her materials so she can build her machines.

There's more lore to her but, well, let's just say this is too long already.

She kinda gets traumatized. She's fighting for her life, she cuts her hair. She heals. She becomes a better person.

I REALLY WANT TO GIVE DETAILS BUT UHG, I FEEL LIKE IT'LL BE TOO MUCH.

Anyway here's the other Luan's lore:

She's WonderGirl, she was supposed to train with Diana but Diana decides she's not ready. She's too... brutal. She fights like boxing? You see those bracelets? They extent to her hands so they turn into big gauntlets she uses to fight. So yeah, violent. The thing is like she actually has fun while fighting. She'll be jumping and giggling, and well, that's not very...sane thing to do?

She grew up in Themyscira, by a secluded group of Amazons that just taught her how to fight, and how to be 'a good warrior'.

When Damian forms his Teen Titans team he kinda kidnapped her too (because let's be honest, he kidnapped everyone, lmao). Damian feels kinda related to her??? Because Luan is always sayin: a good warrior does this, a good warrior does that. And she's willing to die for 'her honor.' it kinda reminds him to how he used to be in the League.

I honestly created her because Jon and Damian were missing a wonder to be like, Batman, superman and Wonder woman. And then I kinda liked to think Damian and Luan would have something. Honestly? This is all Djinni's fault. God, did I hate her.

But uh, then I had this idea where she kinda gets lost in time and she kinda looses her memories and...

Yeah, I won't give details. You already know why. Too long.

Oh yeah, and she used to kill. Damian taught her not to!

Anyway, that's all, I'm so sorry for my rambling, I just had to share them because I love them so much. 😭😭😭

[worth-this-and-more]

thoughts and opinions on bree's birthday gifts!!!!

[spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)] it's been long since i got to do long ass posts hehe i'm back in the game yall

first of all, happy birthday bree!!!! (real footage of me making cakes)

starting off strong with alice chen;

that's so cute?? and two gifts!! bree gonna keep that gift card close to her heart!! like common we all know they are book besties like awwieee so cuteee!! and tickets to eras tour?? keep up with the spoiling your bestie i love you alice!!

then we have edwin matthews;

this is so him tho, ofc he's gonna take care of his lil girl for the winters. that winter coat is gonna be very handy on the run. and bless his soul i hope he doesn't have to find out what the battle is-

our golden boy, nicholas martin davis;

that is so thoughtful tho?? and it's so cute he had it handmade like damn dude, and with her initials too. and what did you say about late-night sword training sessions you mean they trained whennnnnn we have been robbed????

our favorite sorcerer, selwyn emyrs kane;

the coupon?? that is so fucking hilarious, imagine selwyn drawing that coupon and smiling to himself like "ahh the perfect joke" comon this is so cute and i bet bree loved it. and the rose?? got me giggling and shit like dude i had headcanoned something like this as like a ring during bree's college trips but comon a rose is so much better?? ahhhhhhhh I'm in looooooveee say what you want this is so cute mann (and the rose kinda reminded me of the rose in tracy's insta story?? is this something or am i too obsessed??)

our rootcrafting companion, mariah;

lmaoo she is not wrong about the reasons tho. bree definitely needs that spa day. maybe add in a braiding session too. she needs those curls fresh and on for the newest adventure.

the cutest legendborn!! greer taylor;

oh my gosh that is so cool bree in training gear yalls I'm so pumped for bree's 1v1 fights with anyone honestly like my oh my!! good job greer!!

our deadliest softboy, william sitterson;

william is a tea guy for sure, ofc his birthday treat is at a teahouse!! spending the day enjoying william's favorite tea and maybe a lil bit of teasing on both sides?? what will be the treats tho him baking his favorite biscuits or a luncheon with his king, i say bothhh

now there are a two people that i really wanted to see;

larkin douglas; yes he hasn't been around in bloodmarked too but comon even he would know sometime from William hehe about bree's birthday what would he gift her?? he did gift her those leather gauntlets, an updraged version of them?? metal gauntlets?? now if bree has her powers in control ofc she doesn't need the gauntlets but it could be a gesture of trust, for the old days sake

valec; like comon i do think he'd just give her a chocolate or a life advice and move on, but given that he has taken a liking to her and has become very protective (as his baby sister okay guys he's not in love) he might offer something else. his knowledge maybe, he has been around for 200 years you bet he has a lot to tell. or like he could answer three questions she wants the answers to, we all know our bree is best at questioning everything.

my thoughts??

can the order of how the people are placed have any correspondence to how events have passed or any foreshadowing to what could happen?? because i am the type of person who likes to order things like that; so if this is foreshadowing, because for the past events we need to put sel after alice and all that yk, does this mean we are going to start oathbound with a different pov?? because alice and edwin are shown first so it is possible oathbound can start from the new pov (either nick or selwyn)

nick giving bree a scabbard, foreshadowing?? i still have to read on arthuriana more, so i can't say for sure but please enlighten me is this related to the legend. all i know is that excalibur's scabbard was gone which is why arthur fell in camlamn. so that means nick giving bree could potentially symbolize him protecting her?? but from what?? selwyn?? shadow king?? who??

also, from the whole order apart from the found family, only greer is mentioned. now i was assuming that sarah will be in charge now after tor has been "betrayed" aka kicked out of gc. so if greer is mentioned does this mean greer will be in charge?? but aren't they kinda young in the whole order, like young as in new?? and if they are in charge, then what will sarah do because by the order of lines sarah should be after tor, right??

and if this order of names thing is correct, we will be seeing mariah yayy but William is last, so is this for the whole book or like the first half?? because there's no valec no lark (my babies i wanted to see themmm??)

or maybe im just reading too much into this

[hesoprettyithurts]

I need a headcanons for quackity and wilbur with a pregnant reader for yesturday!! Its a request from brazil <3

I’m on the case!🫶

there not exactly headcanons but there little short stories yk? Sorry if its not what you wanted

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Quackity:

Telling him you were pregnant was difficult, mostly because you were afraid he didn’t want the child and that he would leave.

you grabbed the pregnancy test and waited for his stream to end. How were you going to say it?

finally you heard the annual “BYEEEEE” and you waited till you got the text saying he finished. You walked out slowly with the test in your pocket.

“Hey, guess wh- are you okay? You look sick. What’s wrong?” He got up to comfort you but you took his shoulders and moved to sit him on the bed.

“look,” you spoke “I have something very important to tell you”

“yeah what’s up?”

“I’m pregnant”

his face dropped oh this was not the reaction you wanted

millions of thoughts paced through your mind “was he going to leave” “oh no”

“you're being serious?”

“Yes” you say as you pull out the test handing it to him.

he reads it very carefully till getting up and RUNNING OUT THE DOOR 🏃‍♀️

nah but he got up and hugged you immediately causing you to sit down with him.

“I’m gonna be a dilf?”

You laugh with relief as you say “mhm”

“you don’t know how fucking excited I am!”

he jumps up and spins you around

(I’ll write a different reveal and the telling parents, gender reveal, baby clothes shopping, and journey IF the poll wins)

Wilbur:

Wilbur and you have always talked about having a baby but when you found out that you were pregnant you were shocked. “Was he even ready?” Was the most recurrent thought that kept racing left and right through your brain .

It was time, you thought, time to tell him that I’m going to have his baby.

My palms were sweaty as I waited for him to get home, then all of a sudden a jingle of keys could be heard and I panicked.

eventually the door swung open and there he was, beautiful, lanky, just woah is he gorgeous.

He immediately knew that something was off by the way that your leg was bouncing up and down.

“hey what’s wrong?”

“we need to talk.”

oh if only you knew how much effect those words had on him. He was quite frankly shaking. He went and sat down next to you, anxiously waiting.

“I’m pregnant” you said out of the blue

he froze, not the reaction you wanted, tears were forming in your ruses when he said “woah what the fuck I’m gonna have a child!” He began smiling and he leant down on his knees to kiss your belly 💋 “my child’s in there, hi baby, hi!”

“Wilbur it’s the size of a bean”

“shh that’s OUR baby”

sorry for the long wait I got busy with school

but I hope you enjoyed ✌️

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

ok, you may have seen, but I just discovered Stray/Colliding Fates and am now obsessed (how dare you make me witness a Grandma death with such beautiful, well-paced writing that made me tear up /pos). I … don’t even know what to ask, I just want to read more🤣 Um … when do Stray and Crown first realize she’s in his head? Do you have any wips/ideas for the first time the poor boy gets some comfort and stability in his life? Anything will make me very excited, but on your own time, of course!

Oooh ty for the interest!! Yayyy, I love a chance to babble about my children hehe. It got long so I'll put it under a read more

I hope to write the beginning of how things went down eventually (overall plot aside from the Zelda stuck in mind thing is still not set in stone, though I recently had an idea I'm pretty fond of so we'll see), but the way I've got it pictured atm is Stray running away from guards in Castle Town after stealing something. Crown, meanwhile, is also on the run from someone who is after her. She's not 100% sure what he's trying to do (I think?) but she's been suspicious of him for a bit and when he finally made a move she skedaddled off into town.

The inventor scientist fella, who is, if my current plans stay, the villain, manages to finally hit her with the device that will steal her consciousness, allowing him to use her body as a puppet. But before it can be drawn into his device where it'll be contained (he was a distance away), Stray runs right into the path at the perfect time and her consciousness gets dragged into his body instead. He keeps on running bcuz, yk, guards, and Bad Guy shouts about that kid having knocked the princess out when he came through (bcuz obvs it's not a good look to be standing a few yards away from the unconscious princess).

Pretty quickly, Stray hears screaming of THE GUARDS I NEED TO GET BACK TO THE GUARDS in his head, which is uhhh terrifying to say the least, but he tries to ignore whatever the heck THAT is bcuz priority is not getting caught and locked up

Except then his body starts moving on his own as she forces her way into control in an attempt to go back, but either she gets startled by the guards not recognizing her as the princess and trying to grab at her and he gains control just in time or she gets worn out before they get back and he gets control again. Once he's out of the area and safe, he demands to know who the voice in his head is (and then does not believe for a second it's the princess), and she thinks, for a moment, someone has commandeered HER body before she has a bit of time to orient herself and realize oh, no, this certainly does not FEEL like her body. Her view of the world is too short, she feels too tired and hungry and weird and all her senses aren't quite her own? So then she starts demanding he take her back to her body.

When it's obvious she can't leave his mind on her own, he agrees to bring her back, but her body is, unsurprisingly, no longer sprawled in the streets and is presumably back at the castle. So uh, sneak mission required! (Not that they manage to get her back anyway, obviously, or we wouldn't have much of a good story. It does at least prove she's the princess since she knows the secret song to open up a secret passageway into the castle tho)

That was much more than your actual question I guess LOL as for when he finally gets some comfort and stability? Not until after Hyrule has been saved, I don't think 😔 there are some moments of comfort and betterness with Crown's help and support once they get closer, but it's only post adventure that he gets to like, Live Somewhere Decent and have enough food and things upon her insistence. I can't imagine he'd ever accept more than he feels is "enough" until things in the overall kingdom has improved, but he'd probably accept a room at the castle since "buying a whole house for him when there are plenty of empty rooms at the castle is a waste when she could buy it for the other kids on the street instead". (He understands she can't house all the street kids in the castle due to politics nonsense and he only gets a pass for saving the kingdom, even tho he thinks it's stupid). And living there means getting to eat better meals, yippee. And he can use his role as hero to have some sway in helping convince nobles to do more to help the poor. Can't completely ignore him now. He doesn't feel comfortable with a ton of lavish attention tho, it doesn't feel right or deserved when there are so many needy, so she's gotta balance it carefully to care for him without freaking him out or making him uncomfortable.

[nintendont2502]

up to uhhh mag 96. thoughts. theories. incoherent rambling. etc etc

(previous post so i can find it later)

fuck elias

FUCK elias. i hate him i DESPISE him i need him dead and that cant even happen bc everyone else i actually give a shit about will die!! fuck me!!

(thats if i take elias at his word, anyway. and while i dont trust him as far as i can fucking throw him..... this seems like the kind of bullshit hed pull. sigh)

glad weve moved on from 'jon has an extended breakdown bc he thinks his coworkers want him dead' to 'jon has an extended breakdown because he thinks his humanity is slowly being eroded away'. worst part is he might actually be right this time

as cool as it is learning more about what it means to be the Archivist/pupil/avatar of the Eye, i am.... incredibly concerned about Jon's compelling

both of them, really. his whole 'compelling people to tell their stories/answer his questions' thing probably isnt going to get him killed at least (unless he keeps trying to get answers out of things that Do Not want to fucking answer, anyway) but,, idk. personally if i was already worried for my coworkers' safety *and* about how much of a human i still am, i probably wouldnt handle the knowledge that ive been unintentionally forcing people to answer my questions against their will for god knows how long that well yk. (and god i have so many questions about that - is it only for questions relating to their stories/statements, or is it any question he asks/command to tell him something he makes? does it only work on tape, or can he do it at any time? does that make any difference to the guy who already thinks (and has had it drilled into his head multiple times) that hes becoming an inhuman monster and just found out hes accidentally controlling people?)

on the other hand i think his compulsion to read any statement hes given absolutely could (and probably will lets be real) cause huge problems. hes already said that reading statements takes a toll on him *and* that he "loses" himself when he reads them (im assuming some Avatar of the Eye bullshit,, channeling it or smth idfk) so like. what *im* hearing is you could just hand him a statement so hes completely off guard and then stab him while hes in the middle of it.

and yet he KEEPS FUCKING READING THEM IN DANGEROUS PLACES. yes this is about mag 96. yes this is about jon sitting in an abandoned fucking depot that he *knows* held a shit ton of dangerous paranormal bullshit (AND A BODY) and just. going into a trance for fifteen minutes to record the stupid fucking story stupid fucking elias left for him there. either he literally cant stop himself from reading any statement hes given (dangerous) or hes just chronically stupid (lethal) and either way. that makes me so fucking worried every time he reads a statement

^ that being said he has taken time between getting a statement and recording it, right? (mainly thinking of the one at georgies where he waited for 4 days before finally recording). i do think those pauses are just from him researching first, which... makes sense. compelled to research, compelled to record - compelled to know, compelled to behold

on the topic of Eye bullshit. i was joking in the liveblog channel about how lame it is that Elias (some fucking freak that just (?) worships the Eye) has more cool Eye related powers (recording statements that have never been given. knowing when daisy was going ot show up to kill him. knowing way too fucking much) than Jon (Pupil/Avatar of the Eye who apparently only has the crippling statement addiction and inability to stop prying to show for it) but,,,, that feels. intentional. and very much like its a good thing

every other avatar/worshipper of different Fears we've seen has like. a running theme of calling out to their fear. willingly feeding it. gaining power, but losing themselves in the process. becoming what you worship and abandoning the person you once were yk.

Elias says it himself. the Eye watches and observes and records. it never interferes. its entirely passive, and hes just. so fucking detached and emotionless and doesnt seem to give a shit about anyone or anything outside of achieving whatever goal hes decided is the "correct" one - sure, he can do more cool shit than Jon, but... at least Jon still feels like a person. at least Jon still cares

"I don't want to, but it's my nature now, and you can't fight what you are." < horrifying quote from a statement that i Cannot stop fucking thinking about in the context of Jon and the Eye and Elias. god

anyway speaking of things im worried about. oh my god im terrified for literally everyone in the archive (except Elias. fucker). basira was forced to essentially sign her life away while melanie did the same of her own free will (...?) and im honestly not sure whats worse but jesus christ neither of them are good!! tims just. completely and utterly given up and oh my god im so fucking worried hes going to do something stupid. martin keeps recording statements and jesus fucking christ i hope that channeling the Eye (or whatever the fuck it is they do that makes them essentially feel what the statement giver's feeling) that often doesnt have any side effects (...outside of the. yk. emotional damage that comes with constantly being forced to experience peoples worst moments. he sounds so fucking rough every time he finishes a recording i hate it). jon's.... jon. shes not technically part of the archive but if anything happens to georgie im killing everyone in this building and then myself. ive already been promised that nothing bad happens to the admiral and thank god for that

fear patch notes bc there were a few interesting new developments + potential theories in the last few episodes:

finally have a name for the fire fear! also more concrete information on it which is always nice

The Desolation/The Devastation. seems to be focused on senseless destruction (homes. lives. bodies). just happens to frequently manifest as fire

also got more info on the End which is sick. all i had before was that it seemed to be about death/the inevitability of that, but i can comfortably expand that to the ending of anything and how everything is running out of time. life. the world. the universe. everything will end, everything has already ended. emptiness and hollowness and nothingness.

currently have three potential new fears im keeping an eye out for which is fun:

some sort of. body horror/body mutilation fear? potentially natural things being warped and shaped and reconstructed into something completely unnatural (maybe by some outside force? distinguishes it a little more from the Stranger's theme of the familiar made wrong yk - those were never normal to begin with, while the horror here lies in them *starting* as something natural?). im the most confident in this one so far since it has a Leitner associated (The Boneturner's Tale) and Jared keeps showing up in relation to it. theres our first avatar! maybe!

i can only really define this one as like. the anti-vast. spaces far too small. tunnels shrinking around you. caves with no exit. a compulsion to dig as far down as you can until the earth buries you completely. claustrophobia fear, i guess, although i feel like it being one specific irl phobia is... a limited scope. theres probably more. ill keep an eye out. associated leitner here too with that one nameless digging book on the beach

meat fear. im still on this one this HAS to be a thing. “Slaughter and butchery”. “meat and souls and blood”. damaging and tearing and losing and regaining flesh. the physicality of it, the pain and meat and blood.

im... tentatively retracting the thing i said earlier about different fears not being able to work together, considering there was literally an entire statement about a Stranger manifestation and a Desolation avatar working together. so thats.... concerning

(if The Key of Solomon had to be destroyed because it contained elements of several different fears + was too powerful to be controlled.... thats. very concerning)

tbf. the Stranger and the Eye have been established to be like. polar opposites of each other/conflicting (order and understanding and knowing vs things that are incapable of being comprehended or understood), and there seems to be something going on with the Web and the Eye, *and* Desolation manifestations have involved the destruction of Web aligned things multiple times so. im onto something. pepe silva image here

^ yeah im still not dropping the Eye/Web working together thing. or... manifestations of them temporarily collaborating to achieve the same goal, anyway. the archive *is* Eye territory, the being forced to read statements/voiceacting them thing is almost definitely an aspect of the Eye, but..... idk. theres no way the Eye (which has been established over and over again to be a passive observer that hasnt once acted) is the thing keeping everyone trapped there, yk? that doesnt align with any manifestation of it weve seen so far. the Web binds them in place and the Eye observes?

begs the eternal question. what the fuck does the Web get out of this. the Desolation working with the Stranger (if that wasnt just a one off) makes sense, since the Unknowing seems to be right up their alley, but. i cant really see a solid reason why the Web cares about the archive.

i dont know. funny podcast drives me insane. i ahve zero predictions for whats going to happen next outside of jon having a crisis over his humanity but i can hope!! im not even asking for much ill jsut take like. jon having an actual conversation with another person that isnt elias. go talk to martin and get him to stop recording statements and also be so nice to him. go make sure tim isnt going to kill himself or kill elias to take out all of you. go bitch at melanie for a while. go apologise to basira for dragging her into this. georgie was a good start (and god. he actually sounded like a real, functional person talking to her,,,,). keep that streak going

also ive finally caved and made a spreadsheet (that i need to go back and fill out with shit i forgot to write down from old statements)

we stay winning

[somniseeker]

Heyy so, i was reading your story and, how they would react if reader just send something like "hey can i change my character???" Or a photo with a fanart in where u can see that they're a human!!!! i'm sorry if this is too long or the answer has spoilers it's just that while i was reading i NEEDED something like that😿

hihihiii!!! this ask is not cannon and does not affect the current story !! sorry its so short but i don’t want to potentially spoil the actual story !~ btw dont be sorry!! i love imagines/asks 🤍

“What if reader asked to change their 'character'?”

pairings: n/a

this is not cannon, but you need to read the fic (ding!) to understand it !

The screen’s glow illuminated your dimly lit room. You had been pacing back and forth for hours, debating your next move. CollegeTale Sans had been fun to think about for a while, but the longer you stayed in the UnderChat group, the more you realized how little you enjoyed being tied to the concept of school. It wasn’t like you even liked college that much—you only picked the persona because it seemed safe.

You didn’t even like college that much—why would you want to pretend to be a version of Sans who’s in it?

You groaned, running a hand down your face. "This is so dumb," you muttered. "Why did I even think this was a good idea?"

Finally, with a heavy sigh, you plopped into your chair, opened the group chat, and typed:

SLEEPRLUVR: hey... so... i’ve been thinking about this all day

SLEEPRLUVR: can i change my character???

The chat went still. For a second, you thought maybe no one saw the message. Then:

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: what

Fell2cool4school: ????

alivebutimdead: change... your what?

GlitchBitch: lmao what r u talking about???

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, heat rushing to your face. You tried to explain, typing quickly before anyone else could respond.

SLEEPRLUVR: okay so i don’t rlly like collegetale sans anymore, there’s not much info about him online and idk how to be “in character”

SLEEPRLUVR: and like i don’t even like school irl, so i was thinking of switching to a sans i connect with more??

SLEEPRLUVR: here’s the one i was thinking of

You attached an image of your computer screen showing a piece of fanart showing Ccino Sans from Fluffytale, holding a coffee cup and wearing his signature barista apron, cozy vibes radiating from the character.

It felt like a good choice—simple, cozy, and much easier to relate to.

The chat exploded almost immediately.

Fell2cool4school: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ink: oh my god are you serious??

FunkN'Fresh: yo. YO.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: wut

GlitchBitch: …this cannot be real

You frowned, staring at the messages. Why are they reacting like that? Before you could ask, a new notification popped up:

Fell2cool4school: @cattuccino 🐾 , COME ONLINE TWERP.

[ CATTUCCINO 🐾 has come online! ]

cattuccino 🐾: wha???

Your stomach dropped.

cattuccino 🐾: why is my face here? what’s going on???

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You stared at the chat in horror as embarrassment crept up your spine. They already had another Ccino sans? That's embarrassing for you - but then, why the reactions? Was it really that bad to have multiple people roleplay one character?!

Your hands froze on the keyboard, hovering uselessly as panic crept up your spine.

You reread the past messages.

Realization hit you like a truck. No. No way. This can’t be real. This has to be a joke.

Ink: …wait.

Fell2cool4school: …

alivebutimdead: uh. okay, hold up.

GlitchBitch: ...what do you mean by “character?”

You wanted to disappear. The room felt suffocating, and your laptop screen seemed to grow brighter, as if to mock you. With shaking hands, you typed:

SLEEPRLUVR: um. uh. it’s a joke??? haha jk nvm i’m staying collegetale!!!!

SLEEPRLUVR: yk me! always joking, like sanses do.

Oh yea, you're a bad liar.

Ink: don’t lie to me

The sharpness of his words made your chest tighten.

Ink: you’re not a Sans, are you?

Your breath hitched. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like a deer caught in headlights.

alivebutimdead: wait… what.

Fell2cool4school: hold up. you’re not a Sans?

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: ....lmao we're all fucked

GLITCHBITCH: i knew this was a bad ide.

FunkN'Fresh: yo. YO. THIS IS REALLY BAD BRAH.

cattuccino 🐾: someone explain what’s happening???

Your head spun, the chat messages blurring together. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Your fingers trembled as you tried to explain.

SLEEPRLUVR: no no no, i totally am! i’m just—

Ink: don’t

The single word felt like a slap.

Ink: you’re not one of us. you’re not even supposed to be here. how did you get into this chat?

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat of embarrassment and dread crawl up your neck.

Fell2cool4school: yer joking right

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: obviously not dumbass

alivebutimdead: this… this is bad. like, timeline-breaking bad.

GlitchBitch: you’re telling me this random human just stumbled into a multiverse chat???

SLEEPRLUVR: I didn't stumble into this chat-- I was added! I just saw the app pop up one day!

cattuccino 🐾: …they’re human??

Your pulse quickened. The word "human" hit like a hammer. They knew. They all knew.

Ink: do you have any idea what you’ve done?

Your stomach churned as you tried to type, but nothing came out. The enormity of the situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Ink: we need to fix this

SLEEPRLUVR: fix this? what does that mean?

Ink: it means you don’t belong here. we need to figure out how you got in and get you out. now.

The reality of what you’d done hit you like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t fun or exciting anymore—it was terrifying. Your mistake wasn’t just embarrassing; it was dangerous. You’d crossed a line you didn’t even know existed. You didn’t ask to be added to this app! You didn't know it wasn’t a roleplay so why are you getting the repercussions for a mistake!

You have a bad, bad feeling about this.