#nicknames as a love language!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thefeverburningalive]

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙬

spencer reid x fem! reader

summary: penelope accidentally brought the wrong brownies- and you have a sweet tooth

a/n: i’m baaaaack! it’s been so long since i’ve last written so i figured i’d ease my way back into routine by writing a short little something. i apologize if it’s not great! my phone was broken for quite a while so im a bit rusty. feel free to send any requests!! and please don’t read if you’re sensitive to topics of marijuana :)

genre: fluff (established relationship)

warnings: accidental marijuana consumption, being under the influence of marijuana.

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sweetheart. that was the nickname you’d been given by spencer on your first date. it didn’t just come from your kind and caring personality, it also came from your extreme love for sweets. it could be 7am or 11pm- and you’d always be in the mood for sweets.

everyone around you also knew of your sweet tooth. penelope, being one of your closest friends, liked to bake things and bring them into her office knowing you’d always have some. she often experimented with new recipes and had you be her personal taste tester.

“good morning pen!” you gave a gentle knock on her door before entering, noting that she was already glued to her computer screens. “hello hello hello my love, as wonderful as it is to have your illuminating self in my office i am so extremely busy and have no time for chatter.” her response made you laugh, knowing she had to have been busy since she was turning down a good yap session. “no worries! i’ll see ya later.” before you left her office- you noticed a plate of brownies on her desk. you silently grabbed one, stuffed it into your mouth, and shut her office door with a gentle click.

since there wasn’t a call for a case today, you and the others spent the day glued to your desks. it was rare to have a day to catch up on some overdue paperwork. about a half hour after your visit to penelope, you started feeling a little off. your chest felt lighter, noises sounded louder, and lights looked brighter. it wasn’t like you to get sick out of nowhere, so your first thought was dehydration. you stood up from your desk to grab some water, not even realizing you were walking into chairs.

“yo pretty boy, is everything okay with your girl?” the sound of derek’s voice made spencer look up from his computer screen. “uhm i think so? why wouldn’t she be okay?” spencer then glanced over to your desk, now noticing how it remained empty. derek slid his chair closer to spencer and leaned closer. “she’s been playing with the coffee pods for like 10 minutes now.” spencer followed derek’s gaze to see you, doing exactly what derek said you were doing. spencer watched as you giggled to yourself, stacking the small pods into a pyramid. “i’ll be right back.” and with that- spencer got up to check on you.

just as you were about to place the final pod on top of your triangular masterpiece, a hand on your shoulder made you gasp with a jump- knocking the structure over. you sighed before turning to meet your eyes with spencer’s. “hi sweetheart. is everything okay?” spencer’s gentle voice made you melt, your mind now being clouded with his overwhelmingly warm cologne and even warmer smile. “spencie! hiii. i was just building a tower! but i kinda knocked it over.” you looked back the mess of pods with a frown.

spencer could tell something about you was off. your tone, your body language, even the way you spoke. it was unusual for you to call him any kind of nicknames in the office. he stood in silence while he watched you now line the pods in color order. once you had finished you turned back to spencer and smiled. “i love you so much. you’re so handsome.” you reached up and started to play with his hair. spencer was perplexed by your behavior. he brought his hand to your cheek and studied your face while you stayed distracted by his curly hair. it was at that moment he noticed the small red tint to your eyes- and how your pupils were ever so slightly enlarged. it suddenly clicked. you were high. spencer couldn’t even believe it, you’d never mention anything of the sort to him. not once had you ever expressed to him it was something you would be interested in.

as if like clockwork, suddenly penelope comes in with a slight panic. “spencer! i-i need you to help me find y/n! i think she ate one of the brownies i brought in- only they weren’t the ones that were meant for here- i brought them in instead of the regular ones and now i think she may be under the influence of miss mary jane right now.” spencer stayed silent after penelope’s confession, letting her see that you were here and not loose in the office making a fool of yourself. “oh thank god you found her already.” spencer sighed as he looked from penelope to you. “okay sweetheart. i think it’s time we go home and take a half a day.” you frowned once more and took a step back from your boyfriend. “nooooo there’s so much to do! hotch will kill me if i don’t finish this paper work.” you tried to make your way back to your desk but a strong hand took yours. “the work can wait sweetheart, it’s time to go home.” spencer kept his tone extremely gentle with you, he always did. your eyes met his once more and you became weak in the knees- literally. spencer placed his hands on your hips as you started to loose your balance.

“can i have a kiss first?” your question caught spencer off guard, especially since the two of you were standing in the middle of your shared work place. he could already feel the looks of his coworkers watching the both of you. “you can have all the kisses you want once we’re home sweetheart.” spencer tried to get you to move, but you stood your ground. “no! i want a kiss spence.” you pouted and stood your ground, giving spencer your best attempt at puppy dog eyes. a pink hue spread across spencer’s face, coming to the conclusion he would have to kiss you in the middle of the bullpen. he closed his eyes and sighed before stepping closer, pulling you in, and giving you the kiss you’d been begging for. you smiled into the kiss and even stood on your tippy toes to try and match his height. spencer was quick to break the kiss once he heart the whistling and clapping of his friends. “okay you got your kiss now let’s get going.” you laced your fingers with his and wrapped your other arm around his. “anything you say spencie.” he gives you a smile before leading you to the elevator, and making sure you get home to your shared apartment to sleep off penelope’s baking experiment. needless to say, you started to become more cautious when it came to eating sweet treats.

[paxaz535]

SLOW SIMMER - EIGHT

dallas!paige x privatechef!azzi

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note: i love that you all love this series but you have to remember im writing as i go. there’s details i want to have in, the storyline needs to make sense and flow correctly so all i ask is for patience, please. if i post a chapter and you asking me when’s the next one coming out not even 24 hours later kinda frustrates me lol but here you go!

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warnings: language

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azzi was stunned, a bit caught off guard too.

“what?”

paige took another sip of her cup before looking at the brunette. she did a glance over, her hair slightly falling out of its style, her eyes dark and glossy. “you heard me, az.”

azzi blinked, her heart lurching a little too hard in her chest. the nickname. the tone. the way paige was looking at her.

“you think this is about you?” azzi asked, arms folding as she tried to regain footing—keep herself grounded under paige’s stare.

“isn’t it?” paige shrugged, leaning heavier against the wall like she had all night to do this. “you been dancing like you’re tryna prove something.”

“maybe i just like having fun.” azzi tilted her head, her jaw tight now.

“mm,” paige hummed, clearly not buying it. her gaze dipped to azzi’s outfit, slow and shameless. “that why you wore that tonight?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“means you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing. you came out looking like a goddamn fantasy, and now you’re acting like you don’t know it.”

azzi’s breath caught for a second—just one—but she didn’t give paige the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. “you sound jealous.”

paige let out a dry laugh. “i am jealous.”

that made azzi freeze.

and paige must’ve realized it too—her expression softened, just barely, the edge in her voice giving way to something quieter. rougher.

“i didn’t like seeing you all over those girls,” she admitted. “didn’t like knowing i wasn’t the one making you smile like that.”

azzi’s mouth opened, then closed. her heart was beating loud in her ears, and she didn’t know what to say—what she could say.

so she said the first thing that came to mind.

“you had a whole girl hanging on your arm all night.”

paige rolled her eyes. “i wasn’t checking for her. i was checking for you.”

azzi swallowed hard, pulse loud in her neck. the music thumped in the background, bodies still moving all around them, but none of it mattered. it was just her and paige now—everything else had faded out.

“you’ve got a funny way of showing it,” she muttered, arms still crossed tight across her chest.

paige stepped in just slightly, not enough to crowd her, but enough to be felt. her voice lowered. “i didn’t know what to do with it.”

“with what?” azzi asked, trying to stay firm, but her voice came out softer than she wanted.

“with how i feel when i look at you,” paige said. her lips curved, not into a smirk but something more like disbelief. “when you walked out tonight, i forgot how to fucking breathe. and i hated that.”

azzi blinked again. her chest rose and fell. “so you flirt with someone else? you ignore me? that’s your go-to reaction?”

paige shook her head slowly, eyes dropping to azzi’s lips for a split second before returning to her eyes. “no. that was me being a coward.”

they stood there for a beat—two. azzi felt her cheeks warming, throat tightening, the air between them charged.

“you’re drunk,” she said, but it sounded like more of a reminder to herself.

“a little,” paige admitted. “but not enough to lie.”

azzi didn’t say anything. she couldn’t. her brain was still catching up with what her heart was doing—stumbling, racing, screaming.

“there you two are,” maddy said, cheeks flushed from the heat.

paige and azzi turned to face her.

“come on,” she rushed, voice urgent. “we need to go. these girls are trying to start something with dijonai.”

both girls stiffened.

“what?” azzi asked, eyes narrowing.

maddy didn’t respond—just turned and walked off.

paige and azzi exchanged a quick look before hurrying after her.

when they reached dijonai, she was clearly heated—arms crossed, face tight with frustration.

paige slid in behind her with lyss, both standing close, protective. arike hovered nearby, positioning herself between dijoani and the two girls, trying to keep things calm.

“what’s going on?” azzi asked, feeling the tension shift the whole room.

dijonai didn’t look away from the girls. “they’re mad ‘cause i was dancing on maddy, and apparently their guys were watchin’.”

one of the girls sneered, “yeah, you know what you were doin’. actin’ like a damn hoe.”

azzi blinked, confused. “wait… so you’re mad your dude was checkin’ out another girl dancing? ain’t this a club?” she raised an eyebrow.

“that’s not it,” the girl snapped. “the point is, she did too much, and i ain’t about that.”

paige and lyss exchanged a quick glance, then turned back to the girls.

dijonai’s voice dropped low, steady. “what y’all wanna do? ‘cause i ain’t fighting over dumb shit.”

her blonde hair slid off her shoulder as she waited.

“hell nah, you’re not,” azzi said, stepping up beside dijonai. usually, she wasn’t this confrontational, but the drinks had loosened her up—this bold side was new to everyone. “go talk to your dude for looking at other girls, not her.”

she grabbed dijonai’s hand gently. “let’s just go. y’all girls enjoy yourselves.”

azzi called over her shoulder as the group started moving away, the tension easing.

dijonai managed a small smile, though the frustration lingered—interrupted by insecure women who couldn’t keep their men in check.

“stupidest shit i’ve ever heard,” azzi muttered, squeezing both dijonai and maddy’s hands. “now i’m pissed off for you.”

they all made their way to arike’s car, the night air thick with leftover tension and alcohol-fueled fatigue. it was now pushing 3 am, the club still alive behind them, but their group was done for the night. heels clicked on the pavement, car doors opened with sleepy groans, and laughter tried to creep back in—but it wasn’t quite the same.

azzi slid into the backseat with dijonai and maddy, their hands still loosely held, fingers warm and sticky from the dance floor. lyss climbed in next, her expression soft as she checked on her girlfriend. arike got in the driver’s seat, rubbing her eyes before starting the engine.

paige took the passenger side without saying much. she just stared out the window, jaw tight, lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t decide if it was worth it.

the ride started quiet. the kind of quiet that buzzed with things unsaid. no music, just the soft hum of the road and the occasional shuffle of someone adjusting in their seat.

azzi leaned her head back, her buzz fading but not fully gone. her heart was still pumping fast—not from the club, not from the drinks—but from the way paige hadn’t said a word to her since the mess earlier. she bit the inside of her cheek, then looked over at dijonai, who was busy texting someone, probably lyss even though she was right there.

“i’m tired,” maddy finally mumbled, her voice cutting through the quiet.

“me too,” arike echoed, turning onto the main road. “remind me next time to make y’all stay home.”

azzi smirked faintly. “nah, this was fun. messy as hell, but fun.”

everyone chuckled lightly—everyone except paige.

and azzi noticed.

“so what you cooking?” lyss asked, rubbing her temple as her head pounded from the drinks.

azzi let out a tired chuckle. “girl, i don’t think i can cook right now. but—there’s leftover pasta in the fridge if y’all are really that hungry.”

“that’ll do,” maddy mumbled from the back, already half-asleep against the window.

dijonai, still buzzed but a little more alert, sat up and reached forward to tap paige on the shoulder. the blonde turned her head, eyes heavy.

“can we crash at your place?”

paige nodded without hesitation. “yeah, of course.”

without saying a word, dijonai kissed the palm of her own hand and gently pressed it to paige’s cheek in gratitude, before slumping over onto lyss’s shoulder.

paige let out a short laugh at the gesture, warm and low, before turning back to the window. her expression sobered as she stared out at the dark streets, her own head beginning to throb.

azzi noticed it all, but she didn’t say anything. she just sank deeper into her seat, legs stretched out, brain still buzzing—not just from the liquor.

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they pulled up to paige’s apartment, headlights washing over the curb before the car eased to a stop. doors swung open slowly, everyone moving with that particular kind of exhaustion that only hit after 3 a.m.

“y’all stay safe, okay?” dijonai called out, her voice heavy with sleep and liquor, words tumbling over one another as she leaned against lyss.

arike gave a lazy thumbs up from behind the wheel, while maddy waved with a sleepy smile before the car eased off into the night.

that left the four of them—azzi, paige, dijonai, and lyss—on the quiet sidewalk, the only sound being keys jangling softly in paige’s hand.

“let’s go,” paige said, already moving toward the door with a determined focus, her steps sharp even in her haze.

“gosh, i want this pasta so bad,” lyss whined softly, nuzzling her face into dijonai’s shoulder as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

azzi chuckled, falling in step behind them, but her gaze lingered on paige—watching the way her back moved, the way she shoved the key into the lock like she’d done it a thousand times before.

“you’re really craving that pasta, huh?” azzi teased gently, eyes flicking to lyss with a smile—though her attention drifted right back to the blonde in front of them.

paige pushed the door open, flipping on the hall light with muscle memory. “shoes off,” she muttered, voice low and scratchy. her jacket was already sliding off her shoulders before she even stepped fully inside.

“you don’t have to tell me twice,” dijonai said, toeing her shoes off with a dramatic sigh. she stumbled a little but caught herself, her arm still linked with lyss’s. they made a beeline for the couch like it was the promised land.

azzi stepped in last, quietly closing the door behind her. she slipped off her heels, wincing a little at the relief, then padded through the space. her eyes flicked to the kitchen.

paige walked past them toward her room, tugging at her rings as she went. “cups are above the sink if you need water,” she added without turning around.

azzi stood in the kitchen for a second longer, letting the quiet settle. she glanced back—dijonai and lyss were already halfway to sleep, limbs tangled. paige’s door was cracked open slightly, a shadow moving behind it.

she sighed, then opened the fridge and pulled out the container of pasta. it wasn’t much, but it felt like something she could still give tonight. something warm. something that wouldn’t ask questions.

after the food finished heating up, azzi split it between two bowls and brought them over to dijonai and lyss.

“here. sober up,” she said, handing each of them a bowl.

the two immediately perked up, reaching for the food.

“thank you so much,” lyss mumbled, already digging in.

paige stood in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, watching everything unfold.

dijonai, still clearly tipsy and unaware, looked up mid-bite.

“paige. you picked a good one, keep her.”

azzi’s cheeks turned red, the comment catching her completely off guard. she backed away slowly, her hands awkward at her sides.

paige hummed in response, the smallest flicker of a smile tugging at her lips. she glanced at azzi, something unreadable in her expression.

azzi met her eyes briefly, then let out a breath.

“i’m gonna go to bed,” she said softly, before turning to leave the room.

paige watched her disappear down the hallway, the faint sound of a door clicking shut a few seconds later.

she stood there a moment longer, still leaning on the doorframe. her buzz was wearing off, but her thoughts were loud now — louder than the music had been at the club.

“you good?” lyss asked with her mouth full, looking up from her bowl. dijonai was too focused on her food to say anything else.

paige nodded lazily, pushing off the frame.

“yeah. just tired,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she turned toward her bedroom.

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in the guest room, azzi was lying on her side with the blanket pulled up to her chin, staring at nothing. her phone rested by her head, screen still lit from a message she wasn’t going to answer.

her chest felt heavy — a mix of alcohol, exhaustion, and whatever that feeling was every time she saw paige with someone else.

just as she rolled over to put her phone face down, there was a quiet knock.

she paused.

another knock. a little firmer this time.

“…yeah?” she called out.

the door creaked open, and paige poked her head in. “you up?”

azzi sat up slowly, moving her bonnet out of her face.

“yeah. what’s up?”

paige stepped inside, closing the door behind her. she didn’t speak right away, instead taking a few careful steps forward, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie.

“just wanted to say goodnight,” she said finally. her tone was flat, but her eyes searched azzi’s face.

azzi nodded, trying to stay calm.

“goodnight, p.”

the blonde left, leaving azzi in the dark with her thoughts.

she was getting sick of this mini game her and paige were playing — the quiet tension, the lingering glances, the way it always felt like something was about to happen but never actually did.

her head was pounding now, not just from the drinks, but from trying to figure out if there was actually something going on between them.

azzi wasn’t someone who liked guessing. she didn’t do well with maybes. and that’s all paige had given her — little flashes, moments, then silence.

she wouldn’t say she had hardcore feelings for the blonde. it wasn’t that deep yet. but she couldn’t deny something was there. something always shifted when they talked — something warm, heavy, electric.

the worst part was she didn’t even know if paige felt it too… or if she was just playing.

and azzi wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep dancing around it.

she sighed, flopping onto her back again, eyes on the ceiling. her chest felt tight.

“fuck this,” she muttered under her breath, flipping over and burying her face into the pillow, trying to force her mind to shut up.

but paige’s voice still echoed somewhere in there, stubborn as ever.

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azzi woke up to her head pounding, whimpering as she rubbed at her temple.

“damn,” she muttered, slowly sitting up.

she reached for her phone on the nightstand but paused when she spotted a glass of water and a single pill sitting neatly beside it.

a small grin tugged at her lips. paige.

she didn’t even need confirmation — that was such a paige thing to do.

she took the pill, chasing it with a few gulps of water before setting the glass back down.

then, finally, she grabbed her phone.

11:47.

her eyes widened.

she was supposed to be up way earlier — she had planned to make everyone breakfast.

she mentally slapped herself and swung her legs over the bed, slipping into her house shoes before heading out.

from the hallway, she could already hear nalyssa and paige’s voices drifting from the living room.

but it was the smell that hit her first — bacon.

azzi turned into the kitchen and saw dijonai at the stove, music playing softly behind her, hips swaying just slightly as she worked.

guilt pricked at azzi’s chest.

cooking was her thing. her responsibility. and she couldn’t even wake up in time to do it.

“i’m sorry,” she rasped, her voice still thick with sleep.

dijonai turned and let out a laugh. “it’s okay. you were hungover — i don’t blame you.”

azzi dropped into the seat at the counter, her blanket still wrapped loosely around her shoulders.

“plus,” dijonai added, flipping the bacon, “it’s the least i could do. paige let us crash, and you fed us last night. this is payback.”

azzi gave a small nod, eyes trailing over to the living room.

paige and nalyssa were locked into a match of Call of Duty, trash talk echoing.

it was domestic. chaotic, but soft.

and azzi couldn’t help but smile.

azzi stayed quiet, jaw tightening as dijonai whisked the eggs beside her. the soft clink of the fork in the bowl filled the space between them. she didn’t want to talk about this. not while paige was in the other room. not while she still felt like she was unraveling.

“it’s just—” azzi finally exhaled, her voice low. “she’s hot and cold with me. sometimes it feels like we’re building something, then the next second it’s like i imagined the whole thing.”

dijonai nodded, letting her speak.

“and i’m not about to chase someone who can’t figure out if they even want me around. i’ve done that shit before.”

she rested her head in her hand, elbow on the counter, blanket still snug around her shoulders. “maybe i’m just reading into things.”

dijonai slid the pan onto the stove. “or maybe you’re scared it’s real.”

azzi didn’t respond. she just stared at the fridge again, lips slightly parted. she hated how much that sentence hit.

from the living room, a laugh echoed — paige’s. casual. distant.

but azzi didn’t move.

“you should talk to her,” dijonai said, turning back to the stove. “you both deserve to know what this is. or isn’t.”

azzi swallowed. “i don’t know if i’m ready to hear what she says.”

dijonai glanced over her shoulder. “you being ready or not won’t change the truth.”

the room fell quiet again — only the eggs sizzling now. azzi knew dijonai was right — every word of it — but she was too stubborn to see it, too guarded to admit it out loud. she hated how vulnerable she felt when paige was involved, how easily the blonde got under her skin with just a glance or a smirk. it made her feel like she wasn’t in control, and azzi hated not being in control.

“you want cheese in this?” dijonai asked casually, cracking another egg.

“yeah. sharp cheddar,” azzi muttered, eyes still stuck to the same dent in the fridge door. the one she noticed every morning but never cared enough to fix.

she knew she was being defensive. she always got like this when her feelings got too loud.

dijonai didn’t push anymore. she just nodded and moved on, letting azzi sit in her silence.

azzi exhaled, rubbing her temples. her headache was slowly fading, but the weight in her chest wasn’t. she didn’t want to admit how much she liked paige — how real it had started to feel between them — because admitting that would mean risking rejection. it would mean giving someone the power to hurt her.

and azzi wasn’t sure she could handle that again.

just then, the two girls who were playing the game finally came into the kitchen. lyss immediately made her way to nai, pressing a kiss to her cheek without hesitation, mumbling something under her breath that made dijonai smile.

paige, a bit quieter, took the seat next to azzi—close, but not too close. there was a shyness in her movements that didn’t go unnoticed.

“you sleep okay?” she asked, voice low as she played with her fingers.

azzi swallowed, then nodded. “yeah, i did. you?”

“you bet,” paige replied, her lips twitching at the corners like she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if she should.

there was a beat of silence before azzi looked over, her voice softer. “you gave me the painkiller… right?”

paige licked her lips, then nodded once, eyes flicking over to meet hers. “yeah.”

azzi let out a breath, her features relaxing. “thank you. it really helped.”

“of course,” paige said, her smile small but genuine as her fingers tapped a soft rhythm on the counter.

dijonai walked over and placed two plates in front of them, each one neatly filled with bacon, eggs, and golden toast.

“enjoy,” she said casually, but her eyes flickered toward azzi and paige for a brief second—like she was clocking the energy.

“thank you, nai,” paige said, rubbing her hands together and ducking her lips in a way that made azzi glance at her out the side of her eye, her own lips twitching.

azzi picked at her food for a second before finally taking a bite, the warmth grounding her a bit. she hadn’t realized how hungry she was until now. next to her, paige was doing the same, only breaking the silence with a satisfied hum.

“damn, nai can throw down,” paige mumbled with a full mouth.

azzi nodded in agreement. “yeah… she really can.”

for a moment, it was just the soft clinks of forks and the background music playing from someone’s phone. across the kitchen, lyss had her arms loosely around dijonai’s waist, whispering something to her while nai stirred more eggs in the pan.

“do y’all have practice?” azzi asked, glancing at the three girls.

dijonai was the first to respond. “nah, luckily. otherwise we wouldn’t’ve gone out.”

paige smacked her lips. “girl. remember that one weekend?”

lyss immediately laughed as the memory hit her again.

azzi perked up, eyes narrowing with playful curiosity. “oh? lore? please, do tell.”

paige let out a loud sigh, tossing her controller on the cushion beside her. “these dudes don’t pass. ever. i swear i’m the only one on the court with eyes.”

azzi chuckled softly, this time not holding it in. “maybe they’re scared to give it to you.”

paige leaned her head back on the couch, turning slightly to face azzi. “they should be. i drop twenty every time.”

“humble.” azzi smirked, not looking up from her screen.

the room fell quiet again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. paige watched azzi for a moment—how focused she looked, how her fingers danced over the keyboard. the little furrow in her brow when something made her think. it made her chest feel weird.

“what are you working on?” paige finally asked.

“just a few recipe drafts. something light for summer.” azzi glanced over. “want to see?”

“yeah.” paige scooted closer, their knees nearly brushing as she leaned toward the screen. she rested her chin in her hand while azzi scrolled through a word doc with pictures and notes.

“these look fire,” paige said quietly. “you’re really good at this.”

azzi blinked, caught off guard by the tone. she glanced at paige, their faces closer than either expected. “thanks,” she said, her voice lower now. “i… i love it. cooking for people i care about.”

they both paused.

paige’s eyes dropped for a second, then flicked back up. “so do you… care about me?”

azzi swallowed. her screen suddenly felt irrelevant. she let her laptop close with a soft snap and turned to fully face paige.

“i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.”

paige nodded slowly, her lips twitching like she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if she was allowed to yet. “i care too.”

azzi’s heart thudded. she didn’t know what was supposed to happen next—didn’t want to jump to conclusions—but hearing it, finally, made the ache in her chest ease just a little.

“okay,” she whispered. “good.”

they just sat like that for a beat too long, the air thick with whatever this thing between them was. it didn’t feel casual anymore. it hadn’t in a while.

paige was the first to break eye contact, rubbing the back of her neck as she stood up. “i’m gonna grab some water. want anything?”

azzi shook her head, her throat suddenly dry anyway. “i’m good.”

as paige walked off, azzi leaned back into the couch cushions, eyes closed for a second. finally, she allowed herself to smile.

just a little.

paige came back with two glasses anyway, making azzi grin. she set one down on the table and held the other in her hand, eyes on azzi.

“are we okay? y’know… from last night?”

azzi’s gaze dropped to her lap. were they okay? how was she actually feeling? was she still upset? was there even a reason to be?

“yeah… we’re good.”

paige didn’t look convinced. her brows pulled together. “you sure? i don’t wan—”

“paige.”

the blonde’s mouth snapped shut, attention fixed on her.

“we were drunk, okay? things got a little carried away. i promise, we’re okay.”

paige let out a quiet sigh and nodded, staring into her glass.

azzi noticed the look on her face and couldn’t help but grin. “you want a hug?”

paige looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “uh… okay.”

azzi set her laptop aside and opened her arms slowly. “c’mere then,” she said, her tone light but her chest tightening.

paige stood there for a second like she was debating it, but then she stepped forward and folded herself into azzi’s arms.

it wasn’t awkward.

in fact, it felt stupidly natural.

paige tucked her chin onto azzi’s shoulder, arms loosely around her waist, and azzi closed her eyes for a moment, breathing her in. she smelled like faint cologne and leftover bacon grease.

“you give good hugs,” paige mumbled, her voice muffled.

“thank you,” azzi said softly, rubbing her hand across the blonde’s back once. “you don’t do too bad yourself.”

they stayed like that for a while. long enough for the water in paige’s hand to start sweating onto azzi’s t-shirt.

finally, azzi pulled back just enough to look at her. “feel better now?”

paige nodded, but she didn’t let go completely. “i just didn’t want to leave stuff weird between us. you’re important to me.”

the words hit azzi square in the chest, but she didn’t flinch. “same,” she whispered, eyes scanning paige’s. “i mean that.”

paige looked down at azzi’s lips, just for a second, and azzi saw it. felt it. but she didn’t push it. she wasn’t ready for the line to blur again. not yet.

so she gave her a soft smile, then gently nudged her. “go finish your game, superstar.”

paige huffed a laugh and stepped back, cheeks a little pink. “yes, chef.”

azzi watched her walk away, the soft grin never leaving her face. whatever this was—they weren’t naming it yet—but maybe it didn’t need to be a game anymore.

maybe, they were both ready to stop pretending.

even if neither said it out loud. not yet.

-

the day went by smoothly, and now it was 11:49. it was usually around the time azzi went to sleep, and her body was definitely feeling it. paige had stopped playing 2K hours ago—she’d been in her room since 9, which made azzi curious. paige rarely went to bed before midnight, so the early silence was surprising.

azzi had just gotten out of the shower, gently towel-drying her braids as she stepped into the hallway. she made her way to her room, wearing only a bra and underwear.

once inside, she changed into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her face bare and skin smooth. she headed to the kitchen to tidy up—wiping the counters and checking that everything was in its place.

satisfied, she began walking toward paige’s room, just to tell her goodnight.

but what she heard next stopped her in her tracks—com-fucking-pletely.

[sparklestormandsoda]

How about a daughter of hephaestus who makes gear for the girls?

You were born in fire.

The forge was your cradle. Your lullaby, the clang of hammer against molten steel. Your father—Hephaestus himself—taught you the language of metal and machines before you even understood what it meant to be a demigod. Before you learned the pain of always being on the outside.

So when the idol group Huntrix secretly recruited you—the quiet genius behind their armor, weapons, and song-infused tech—you didn’t expect to stay long. You thought you’d build a few things, maybe get a thank-you, and vanish into the smoke like always.

But somehow, you stayed.

Somehow… they started staying, too.

"You're burning yourself out again," Rumi says one night, arms folded, voice low.

You don’t look up. Sparks flare at your fingertips as you twist enchanted wiring into a weapon hilt. "You’ll need this tomorrow. I don’t have time to—"

"Reader," she says. And just your name makes your hands pause.

You want to look at her. At the worry in her eyes. You want to reach out and admit that you haven’t slept in two days because every time you close your eyes, you see Mira bleeding out in a red zone. You see Zoey screaming your name.

But you don’t say that. You never do.

"I’m fine."

Zoey sneaks in later. She always does.

She perches on your cluttered desk, kicking her feet like she owns the place. "So, when were you gonna tell me this armor literally purrs when I move?"

"It’s responsive," you mumble. "It’s designed to sync with your resonance levels. I didn’t have time to—"

"It purrs, babe."

You nearly drop your soldering wand at the nickname. She grins like she knows exactly what she’s doing. And she does.

"You should let me take you out sometime," she says, half-playful. "You know… when you’re not hunched over a hot forge like a sexy gremlin."

"Zoey."

"I mean it."

You turn away, not because you don’t want it—but because you do. Too much.

And you know how this ends.

Mira’s the hardest to read. She watches you like you’re a puzzle she hasn’t solved yet.

She catches you after missions, bleeding from the wrist after an explosion you weren’t supposed to be near. You lie. You always lie.

She stops you with a hand on your arm. Not hard. Just firm enough to anchor.

"You can’t keep doing this," she says.

"They need gear that works. I’m the only one who—"

"They need you, Reader," she snaps. Her voice breaks. "We need you. Not just the things you build."

That night, she doesn’t leave.

Neither do you.

You’re not sure when it started.

When the way Zoey teased you turned into soft touches. When Rumi’s leadership gave way to concern that bloomed into affection. When Mira stopped questioning you and started protecting you.

You didn’t notice until it was too late.

Until you loved them.

All three.

And they loved you back.

But you’re not Huntrix. Not really.

You’re the gear. The forge. The function. You keep them alive. You don't get to live with them.

The red zone ruptures.

There’s no time to think. No time to warn them. The barrier’s cracking and demons are already through—

You don’t hesitate.

You activate the prototype suit, the one you never finished testing, and throw yourself into the chaos before they can stop you.

Your body shields theirs. Your flames hold the line. Your screams never reach the crowd.

When the smoke clears, the Honmoon is intact.

Huntrix is alive.

And you’re unconscious in Rumi’s arms, blood dripping from your nose, fingers still sparking as your body shuts down.

You wake up three days later.

You can’t move. Your muscles scream. Your core feels wrong, burned out from channeling too much divine energy.

The girls are there.

Zoey holds your hand like she’s afraid you’ll vanish. Mira sits close enough that her leg brushes yours. Rumi… Rumi’s crying. You’ve never seen her cry.

"You could’ve died," she whispers.

You try to joke. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Zoey presses her forehead to your shoulder. "Don’t."

Mira swallows. “You should’ve let us protect you for once.”

Rumi leans closer. “We love you.”

The words hang heavy.

You believe them.

You love them too. More than you ever thought possible.

But you also know what comes next.

__

You heal.

Slowly.

But not fully.

Your divine core—your tie to the forge—was burned in the overload. You can’t work like you used to. Can’t channel fire. Can’t build with the same speed or strength.

You’re not useless. But you’re not what you were.

They offer to stay. All three.

They ask you to move into the dorms, to let them take care of you this time.

But you say no.

Because deep down, you know it would break you—to watch them keep growing, keep shining, while you fade into the background, slower now, dimmer.

So you leave.

You give them one last gift—new suits built from the last of your divine flame. You carve a tiny symbol into the lining of each: a heart in the shape of your forge’s crest. They’ll feel it every time they fight.

You don’t say goodbye.

But they find the note.

"For when I’m not there to protect you. You always burned brighter than I ever could. I love you."

__

Huntrix never stops talking about you. Onstage or off. They tell reporters you’re their inspiration. Their genius. They wear your crest like a badge.

And when the light hits just right—fans swear they see a fourth figure in the glow behind them.

Someone in soot-stained gear, arms crossed, smiling like a secret.

Watching. Always watching.

Still protecting them.

Even from afar.

been in a bittersweet angsty mood so this be warned for the next few posts LOL

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[oddballwriter]

Do you have any general romantic headcanons for Chance? That man is adorable and may have reignited my interest in DnD.

Chance Dating and Relationship Headcanons

Warnings: None that I can think of

Author’s Snip: I <3 my D20

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE HIM

He’s so boyfriend he is very very boyfriend to me

Forgive me to any of the people who also read my Chance x Hector x reader posts reading this because I might repeat myself here but I don’t think that should matter too much. Anyhow

Chance will never say it out loud or show it but you are one of his favorite players. But he will never tell you or anyone because he doesn’t want to hurt any of the office gang or others in the house who might be a part of your G&G group, and also just in case you decide to use that knowledge to get a foot above the rest. Which you won’t by the way. Chance is a fair and good GM, so even if you tried to butter him up by flirting with him to get something in a campaign, you’re not getting it. He will be flattered by your flirting but tuff stuff, princess you aren’t getting special privileges. It’s funny though. Sometimes when you and the other players are in a jam they tell you to try it. They know it’s not going to work and so do you, but it’s funny for all of you. He just leans in and looks at you with a knowing smile and says “Thank you, but you still gotta roll the dice.”

It’s worth a shot, that’s what you always say

It is an inside joke with you two now that whenever you’re complimenting or flirting with him, he will sometimes say “You’re not getting special treatment on G&G night.”

He says this while red in the face from blushing because you’re able to get him pretty good if you’re the flirtatious type with him. He’s also pretty good at flirting too but you can really get him when he’s off guard. He’s such a dork but he’s not totally helpless

This might be cliche but his nicknames for you are very based around fantasy and medieval stuff: princess/prince/your majesty and good lady/sir/noble, but those are every once in a while when he feels up for it. The more common ones from him are hun/hunny and babe. He doesn’t like babe too much it feels too over used by many but it’s a good one. Maybe you’ll hear a “sweetheart”.

He does also have goofy ones that are still really good. Sometimes he calls you his “Lucky Roll” or his “Nat 20” because that’s what he sees when he’s looking at you <3

Please let him talk your ear off about his plans for campaigns, please please please please please please

He wants to tell you about his concepts for a new map of a new idea and the next campaign you do when the current one is done. He wants to show you all the cool notes he has for some characters. And he wants your input. Please tell him everything and anything you have thoughts or notes on. He really likes to hear your thoughts

You in turn also get to talk about whatever you’re interested and passionate about. Please tell him about it, even if it’s not fantasy or G&G related. He likes to hear you talk and listen to you be passionate about something. Maybe he might even sneak something in for you in the campaign too. Like a little easter egg or reference, because he likes to see your reaction when you realize what it is

Chance likes physical affection, his main love language is learning things about you and talking to you but he also likes to do things like cuddling and hold hands

Please hold his hand. He’s like that one lyric in Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry where it goes “Yes you can hold my hand if you want to, cause I wanna hold yours too”

And his hands are big but he likes to do the full intertwining-fingers hand hold, and his hand practically eats yours up. But his hands are big so that he can hold you tenderly and tightly

That’s another thing too. He’s a beefy guy but he knows his strength and knows just the right amount of strength to hold you with so hugging and cuddling is great. You are so secure and safe babe nothings gonna get you while you’re in his arms

Be warned though, that if you guys are cuddling laying down on the couch or the bed, there’s a good chance (ha) that you’re going to be stuck there for a while because Chance has a habit of falling asleep while cuddling. It’s not his fault that you’re so soft and nice to cuddle with, but it’s also not yours either. So like… yeah you’re just going to have to get comfortable and wait it out and pray that you don’t need to get up and go to the bathroom or something. Because you aren’t going anywhere without having to maneuver your way out of Chance’s heavy arms or get him off of you if he’s laying on you without waking him up

He’s so sweet when he sleeps too. He snores softly and looks so peaceful. You really don’t want to wake him

He likes a good old fashioned kiss on the lips, but if you really want to make him smile and blush go for his cheeks a bunch and a few little playful ones on his neck. He’ll have a dopey smile on his face and everything

If you wear lipstick or lipgloss he especially likes it since now he gets to have little marks on him. He always tries to hide them but he loves it. You can tell by the look on his face

If you realize him, please… please show him the joys of Medieval Times. This will be your thing now. You guys will try and go to your nearest Medieval Times as many times as you can, fully dressed by the way. You are now those people who go there all dressed up. Do not fight it. The more you fight the more you slip into it.

This is also the same for the Ren Faire. You guys always go to the Ren Faire in costume and have just a grand ol time seeing and experiencing everything

Feel free to match but know that it’s not required for you two. But he likes to have something in your outfits that match like a charm or something

Chance loves you so much. He loves you so so very much and he wants to always be with you and share all your interests with each other

I love this dork so so very much

[songsofeywa]

Roots of Connection: Words with Heart in the Language of the People

💙 These words carry peace, kindness, and connection. 💙

"Seykxel sì nitram!" [SAYK-sel sih NEE-trahm]

"Well done and joy!"

It's a way to say "congrats!" or "good job!". It's full of positive energy.

"Rutxe" [ROOT-kay]

"Please"

It's soft and polite. Often used when requesting something gently.

"Kehe" / "Srane" [KEH-heh] / [SRAH-neh]

"No" / "Yes"

Super useful basics for conversation!

"Ngari hu Eywa salu" [ngah-REE hoo EY-wah SAH-loo]

"May you be with Eywa"

A blessing. More poetic and reverent than "Eywa ngahu."

"Tsmìnya" [TSMEE-nyah]

"Smile"

A sweet word you can use casually, or even as a soft nickname.

"Nga yawne lu oer" [ngah YOW-neh loo OH-ehr]

"I love you"

For when the connection runs deep. This one is sacred.

HI BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! I hope you find these useful, especially those of you who write avatar stories! I love the Avatar fanfics on here, but I don't see many of them using the Na'vi language, so I hope to see more in the future! Comment if there's anything you wish to say in the language of the People.

Eywa ngahu. 💙

[ask007n7]

sending this ask for you to use to ramble about your au/any random fun facts if you want to :P

Mod jay- BROOKE SAID I COULD YAP LALALLAALA! (We share some headcannons but also we have a few different ones so take all of these for my 7n7)

if sm doesn’t make since I apologize I just sorta yap with words I understand but others may not

also this is all about 7n7, Noli, and Telamon

General tw for sh and stuff 🥲

yappathon under cut

7n7 : mainly He/Him/They/Them

does sh when board, doesn’t think much of it (comes to bite him in the ass later on)

Can speak normally just chooses not to

🌈✨bisexual✨🌈

The use of the c00lgui can sting and takes a ton of his energy, as well as causing permanent red marks on his back stemming out from a star shape in the middle of his back

his tail is permanent, his horns are not.

he can create new limbs for himself using the c00lgui but only as long at the c00lgui is active

the ankle monitor has limited his power but as he grows he becomes more power and that’s the more the ankle monitor has to limit (ohhh my gosh I can wait to share this really cool writing I’m working on we’re this comes into play hehehehe)

c00lkidd was a nickname Noli gave 7n7 when they were out hacking

loves Noli and Telamon

Noli : Mainly She/Her/Its/It

Has dreads they just are buried under her mask, hood, and hat. (Also I’m just genuinely bad at drawing dreads so uhm I’m gunna try my best!)

has a silly clown type hat they always wear

the mask is a theater type mask and is decorated differently on both sides

She can’t help the way she talks but 7 helps by talking the same

she has a silly tail :3

tends to hide the happy side of her mask since it’s annoys her

loves 7n7, liked Telamon

Telamon : They/Them/We/He/Him

Talks in the 3rd person about himself

listens to Builderman with no questions asked (…you probably shouldn’t have listened to builderman with the 7n7 thing man 🥺 you lost a pookie)

eagle wings, has multiple sets of wings but prefers to only show a few

has multiple sets of eyes but mainly shows 2 or 4 at a time

Greatest sword fighter of all time but cannot understand basic human emotions (please help him)

it wasn’t that he was a bad father to 1x4 he was just absent most of it (“you ruined my life!” “How could I ruin your life? I wasn’t even there!?” /ref [please someone get this])

Several bird attributes like wings, talons, tail, mostly feathers instead of chest/arm/leg hair

builds nests because bird

can speak in any language (were I jay can barely speak my main language English 🥲)

he genuinely did like 7n7 he just didn’t understand the emotion at the time and deeply regrets it (he is still figuring out his emotions about Noli)

[jewelshftz]

⠀ 𒂭۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𓏶. Her ⠀ ⠀ ⋆ 🪽

juliette lorena park , known professionally as jewel, is a south korean singer-songwriter, dancer, and producer. she made her debut in 2013 with the 8member music group bts , under big hit entertainment.

⠀⠀⠀ ℐewel was born juliette lorena da costa-park, under the ⠀⠀⠀ golden sun of ipanema. each of her names hold a special ⠀⠀⠀ meaning in relation to her family and her culture ,⠀⠀⠀ ━╋ : juliette : : julie has no immediate french heritage, her parents gifted her this name in honour of a great friend they once knew who had since passed away . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ━╋ : lorena : : lorena is her second given name and is the same middle name as her grandma’s. julie has always loved her middle name, so much so that she used to go by lorena in primary school. "lorry" is a nickname derived from lorena that she is often called by people close to her like her family or her group members. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ━╋ : da costa : : one of her mothers surnames that her grandmother insisted her and her brother have too. costa denoting someone who lived on a slope on the sea coast, with the addition of the preposition da; from (the). ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ━╋ : park 박 : : her dads surname and the surname she commonly uses for introductions. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ born and raised in rj, brazil, juliette is the daughter & ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ granddaughter of esteemed entrepreneurs in rio’s ⠀⠀⠀ bustling tourism industry. Her grandparents founded ⠀⠀⠀ and owned the city’s most luxurious hotel& subsequently ⠀⠀⠀ passed on the management to her parents, who ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ expanded a small chain of hotels throughout Asia and ⠀⠀⠀ South America. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ she was born october 4th 1996, making her a libra ⠀⠀⠀ sun, cancer moon, and scorpio rising. she is 3/4 korean ⠀⠀ & 1/4 brazilian. her first language is brazilian portuguese ⠀⠀⠀ and her second is english because she attended an ⠀⠀⠀ international school in brazil. she learnt korean properly ⠀⠀⠀ when she moved to korea at 16, mostly because she was ⠀⠀⠀ stubborn & didn’t like her dad telling her to learn.

⠀⠀ she has one younger brother who she deems as her ⠀⠀⠀puppet as well as her best friend. her parents were busy ⠀⠀⠀growing up, meaning juliette spent a lot of her time raised ⠀⠀⠀by her grandparents who lived with her. they adored her ⠀⠀⠀and her brother, especially her grandmother who julie has ⠀⠀⠀a special connection to. her parents were loving & caring ⠀⠀⠀when they were around, but they also had ideal plans for ⠀⠀⠀their children’s futures and disapproved of julies desirefor ⠀⠀⠀one filled with music and dance. while they let julie ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀partake in her hobbies, her dad was especially object to ⠀⠀⠀careers involved in art. It was always deemed it as ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ unreliable, especially when juliette had a future business ⠀⠀⠀career laid at her feet. unfortunately for her dad (at his ⠀⠀⠀own fault, mind you) julie was a hardheaded, hardworking ⠀⠀⠀teenage girl who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

⬚͒❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ PERSONA // ㅤ'  ㅤ

꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ big 6 — libra ☉ cancer ☾ scorpio ↑ virgo ☿️ leo ♀ leo ♂ ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ mbti — en/es fp ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ enneagram — 2w3 ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ hw house — gryffindor ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ pj cabin — 10/7 ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ disney prncess — jasmine ꒰ ㅤ໒ྀི ꒱ colour — pink gold aqua

hobbies — dancing, shopping, eating, swimming, surfing, collecting things, pottery, painting, making music, cinematography, gaming, sewing, learning, journaling, fashion design, makeup, reading, +.

habits — moving her eyebrows, winking, biting her cheek and lip, side eyeing, humming, laughing at everything, dancing to anything, talking to animals, being touchy, unable to hide facial expressions, speaking in portuguese when angry, hiccuping while crying, copying people, playing with her hair.

random — she has synthesia, more specifically chromesthesia (associating colours with sound) . she has great memory . she has perfect pitch . she often knows all the lyrics to songs (thanks memory) . she’s a fast learner (thanks memory) . she’s a romantic . she doesn’t enjoy being alone . she is naturally confident . she’s not afraid to stand up for herself or her loved ones . she’s an animal lover . she’s a type b person . she has danced since age 4 , singing since 12 , & producing since 13.

 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ profesh. ✿𝆬 details⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

stage name :: jewel 주얼

position :: main dancer,

main vocalist , centre

height :: 175cm

represent. emoji :: 🐯

bt21 :: ruby

singing ━─ 9/10 dancing ━─ 12/10 rapping ━─ 8/10 stage p ━─ 10/10 prdcing ━─ 10/10 writing ━─ 9/10 choreo ━─ 11/10

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[nyxiiiu]

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚♡

ᴏᴏᴘꜱ! ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ♡

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴅɴɪ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx

(english isn’t my main language, i’m so sorry. i’m just writing for funsies😭🤍)

also, i don’t like the use of yn very much. hence i rather use she/her pronouns instead of “you” 🤍

•••

“‘m not sleeping in that,” she says, pointing towards the bed. satoru just frowns, kicking his shoes off and jumping face first to the bed.

“come on, sweets,” he chuckles, patting the space next to him, “promise i’ll be good. maybe i’ll even warm you up at night.”

the smirk on his face? she wanted to punch it off. she scrunched her nose, kicked off her own shoes and lied down next to him. “if you snore i’ll suffocate you, ‘toru.”

he blushes at the nickname. he scoops closer, arms tangling under her, he hoists her up to be on top of him.

“love the way you say m’name,” he whispers, fingers playing with her hair, “i love anything and everything you do. you make me feel soooo alive, sweets.”

she smiles at that. leaning into his touch, she let out a soft breath. “you’re much better when you’re like this, you know?”

he chuckles at that, leaning closer to press a small kiss on her forehead. “you’re much better when you ride me, you know that?”

she blushes, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth. her teeth sinks into it to stop her from moaning.

“when your tits jump, when you press my face between them, hmm,” he continues, large hands moving on her tummy, “when your thighs burn so good and you beg me to fuck you. oh my little dirty cowgirl.”

***

“aah, fuck. satoru,” she gasps, arms stretching out to hold onto his neck. her legs are rested over his shoulders as he plunges so deep inside of her.

sweat tickling down his abs, his chest flushed. face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. kiss bitten lips and oh, the look on his face. he leaned to the side, kissing her calves. fucking her insides, thick tip fucking into her cervix.

“s-so tight,” he moaned, pressing down onto her tummy. he could feel his cock, he could feel the belly bulge. “love it, don’t ya? my f-fat fucking cock in your little pussy–oh fuck.”

she nodded, unable to speak. lips half opened, little curses slipping out. he leans down, kissing her. the kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth, he pulls away. he holds her hips, flipping their positions.

“ride me, baby. fucking break my dick, will you,” he whines and she nods, hands pressed on his chest. she moves her hips, leaning back to press her hands on his thighs for better support.

his dick is going in and out of her, her pussy juices all over mixed with his precum. tits bouncing, satoru reaches out to hold them, squeezing her nipples, making her cry out.

“come for me baby, please,” he gasps, “milk me dry, fuck.” fingers rolling on her clit, he meets her thrusts with his own. he feels her squeezing around him and he continues touching her, just the way she loves.

“cumming, cumming,” she gasps. he nods breathlessly, feeling her juices gushing all around him. he holds her by her hips, fucking her through it. he speeds up, chasing his own.

he cums with a loud moan, spilling himself inside of her. his warm cum mixing with hers, he leans down to kiss her lips, whispering a soft “i love you.”

[sangu1neo]

[  samantha  logan.  cis  woman.  she/her.  none.  ]   ✦   in  the  dying  light  of  forks,  there’s  always  someone  new  moving  beneath  the  clouds.  this  time,  it’s CLARA  CARVER,  the TWENTY  SIX  year  old TRANSPLANT.  they  say  they’ve  been  here  for TWO  WEEKS,  but  the  story  shifts  depending  on  who  you  ask.  either  way,  they’ve  been  seen  haunting THE  CARVER  CAFÉ,  after  their  shift  as  a COLUMNIST at THE  SEATTLE  TIMES.  they’re  part  of  the HYBRIDS,  and  most  people  say  they’re  like A  RECORDER  ALWAYS  HIDDEN  IN  HER  POCKET,  READY  TO  BE  PLUCKED  OUT  ;  OLD  NEWSPAPER  CLIPPINGS  LINING  A  WALL  —  CAN  ONE  BE  A  CONSPIRACY  THEORIST  WHEN  THEY  THEMSELVES  ARE  THE  CONSPIRACY?  ;  WORN  LEATHER  JACKET  DRAPED  OVER  SHOULDERS  LIKE  A  SHIELD  ;  GUTS  OF  A  POMEGRANATE  SPILLING  ONTO  THE  FLOOR  —  MYTHOLOGY  HAS  ALWAYS  BEEN  MESSY  WHEN  MADE  FLESH.  as  for  where  they  stand  on  the  town’s  quiet  war?  they  feel CONFLICTED:  LIKE  SHE  MUST  PICK  A  SIDE  DESPITE  WANTING  NOTHING  BUT  TO  PLAY  AT  BEING  HUMAN  FOR  A  LITTLE  WHILE.  at  the  end  of  the  day,  you’ll  catch  them  humming OPHELIA  BY  PINKPANTHERESS,  but  they’ll  just  tell  you: “IF  YOU  GO,  YOU  HAVE  TO  STAY  GONE.“ 

DEAD AIR.

name. clara sahara carver. nickname(s). none. age. twenty six (physically), 82 (lets get u inside grandma...) birthday. july 8th, 1943. zodiac. cancer ( western ), goat ( eastern ). birthplace. new orleans, louisiana. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. bisexual, biromantic. spoken languages. english (fluent), french (semi-fluent), louisiana creole (semi-fluent). group. the hybrids. occupation. journalist.

mother. lou anne carver, deceased. father. matthias james ???, vampire. siblings. only child. pets. no :3

height. five foot five. hair. dark brown curls, edging onto black. clara's very meticulous about her hair and enjoys styling it in different ways, adding hair jewelry, and expressing herself/her style with her hair. eyes. something about her gaze feels like a black hole : dark and demanding, pulling you in to a point of no return. piercing(s). none. tattoo(s). none but sometimes she tries on temporary tattoos for fun. scar(s). none. voice. bright, cheerful, and loud. you can hear clara coming from a mile away. most of her life she's been told to be silent and stay out of the spotlight, so when she speaks, she naturally does the exact opposite and makes her timbre as booming as possible. wardrobe. one thing about clara's closet, there's going to be at least six different oversized leather jackets in varying conditions. think baggy bottoms, tiny tops, baggy jacket, and some form of scuffed up shoes because she doesn't think anything that's mostly hidden by the rest of the fit needs that much love and attention given to it. scent. nosferatu heretic parfum. petrichor, purple florals.

temperament. sanguine. alignment. chaotic good. physical conditions. none. neurological conditions. none. emotional stability. mostly stable, with the exception of the few who can really get under her skin and piss her off. sociability. extrovert. drug use. none. alcohol use. will drink for fun but alcohol kind of tastes like shit to her.

character inspirations. lois lane, buffy summers, marion ravenwood, bonnie bennett, manny santos. literary inspirations. house of hunger by alexis henderson, slewfoot by brom, demon copperhead by barbara kingsolver, vampires of el norte by isabel cañas, the seventh veil of salome by silvia moreno-garcia.

INTERVIEW WITH A HYBRID.

— what story were you told about your origin? do you believe it?

“my papa’s got a whole big story about it.   he’d fallen in love with this human woman,   and their love made me.   he’d been planning on turning her until they found out she was with child.   my mama bravely sacrificed herself to have me  —  i was her miracle,   and i became my papa’s,   too.”   her teeth find her bottom lip,   sinking into the soft flesh.   before he died,   my uncle would say mama was wildly in love,   ran off in the middle of the night to be with my papa.   so it must be true,   right?   they loved each other,   and in the story of their love i was an unexpected tragedy and miracle bundled up into one baby.   sometimes,   though…”   and this felt almost blasphemous to say,   her mouth drawn into a tight line.   “sometimes i wonder if my mama really knew what was going to happen.   that the day i breathed my first would be the day she breathed her last.   and then i think  —  did she really die that quick?   was there really nothing that could’ve saved her?”   shake of her head.   “i don’t know.   silly thoughts.   it’s the journalist in me.” 

— when did you first realize the hunger wouldn’t ever fully go away?

“oh,   quick.   i was a kid still,   stuffing my face at a carnival because nothing made me full.   my papa had to drag me out once i started trying to bite a worker.”   she laughs,   though she’s not sure if it’s funny or sad.   “it’s one of those things you learn to live with.   like a chronic pain.   annoying,   impossible for some people to imagine,   but since you have to live with it daily…”   shoulders shrug.   she is hungry now:   it wouldn’t satiate her,   but she imagines some loaded fries,   a wistful sigh leaving her.   “it’s a little frustrating,   though,   when all you want to do is be satiated by something.” 

— if there were others like you in forks, would you find them or avoid them?

“hmm.”   slender digit taps on her bottom lip three times,   a quirk she does without thinking.   “i guess it depends.   honestly,   i’m officially here on work business  —  writing some columns on forks cryptids,   y’know?   so i’m playing human for now and i’m happy to do that.   something tells me others like me might not be interested in that.   and i guess a part of me still believes papa’s warnings.   that everything is a trap,   that i have to keep myself safe by hiding myself away and making sure i keep myself…   to myself.   anyway,   i’ve never met anyone else like me,   and what i want is some community.   i’m not interested in wannabe vampires,   and i’m not a human.   can’t fully relate to them.   i guess if they feel the same,   i’d try to find them.   maybe we could do something.   build something different  —  just for us.” 

— how do you survive when every side sees you as a question mark?

“running away.   that’s been most of my life,   is running or being quiet.   making myself small.   when i became a columnist,   papa was furious that i was bringing attention to myself   —  but,   like,   who cares?   it’s not as if people are looking at a fake name with no picture attached on page ten and going ‘get her ass!’,   you know?”   she rolls her eyes.   “besides,   the paper likes that i’m anonymous  —  they say it gives the column an air of mystery.” 

THE BIO.

yours is a story of love,   and proof that love does not conquer all  —  least of all death itself.   from the moment you opened your eyes and your mother closed hers,   you have been doted on by your father.   he’s taught you how to survive,   how to live in the shadows,   how to stay safe when your very existence defies everything.   childhood is a brief thing,   summer trips in forks to visit a family who will soon forget you and your father’s existence.   here is where you learn how the humans live.   late night pizzas and football games on the tv,   dinners all together on the table,   friend groups giggling as they walk down the streets.   here,   in forks,   is where you learn envy. your father loves you,   but the life he leads with you is solitary and dark.   after your mother’s death,   he’s refused to love again:   just the two of you,   alone.   nothing like the movies you sneak out to watch,   where life might be short but it’s plentiful.   fulfilled.   you sit there with your stolen vhs tapes (  and later stolen dvds  ) and watch a life you’ll never lead.   one where you could understand yourself.   one where you could exist without looking over your shoulder every day. day by day,   you watch the world change.   evolve,   devolve,   morph itself into new form.   you grow sick and tired of hiding away.   between worlds,   neither vampire nor human,   but still longing for something that warms like the sun.   arguments with your father become more frequent.   so do the outings and the risks you take,   like a rebellious teenager instead of a woman nearing a century of life.   you start writing anonymous pieces,   sending them out   —  someone out there will hear your voice.   and they do.   magazines,   papers,  online columns,   until sahara hawthorne gets a gig as a full-time anonymous columnist for the seattle times.   your father says you’re playing with fire.   really,   you’re playing at being something you’re not:   human. returning to forks was not the original idea,   but life has a way of tugging you every which way. so here you are,   pretending to be the sheriff’s fresh-faced distant relative looking for a scoop.   you play the part of curious human,   but you know far too much.   soon the ruse of normalcy will be twisted like every other attempt,   and you’re worried you’ll have to drag yourself back to your father and listen to his i told you so’s.   for now,   though,   you’ll rebel.   you’ll make the most of what little time you have.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

the anonymous source. most of clara's articles are based around the supernatural/the occult, so i think it wld be cute if there was a human in forks who thinks they know exactly what's going on and keeps sending her anonymous tips so the can #EXPOSETHETRUTH!!!! they're wildly off on everything so she finds it pretty cute :p

the family friend. this muse knows the carvers. that's why clara's story sounds so off to them. they absolutely refuse to stop grilling her, and don't seem to accept any answer she gives them. she's pretty nonchalant abt it because at the end of the day, she's not technically lying...

the tour guide. clara dropped into forks and instantly clicked with this person. they've been showing her around for the extremely brief amount of time she's been here and may even be on their way to... becoming friends?<3 a thing clara's never really had before, so she's really hoping this works out

whyd i immediately blank out.... some rapidfire wcs: maybe a cousin? rusty's kid? :p, some form of ex if ur muse has also been traveling the world a lot. maybe they were one of her first rebellions. n then it ended terribly, ENEMIES!!! i love a good beef... ppl she just can't get along with no matter how hard she tries, a budding group of friends perhaps... maybe another hybrid ? <3 clara longs for community..., someone who reads her column/has read her work a lot and either loves it (a fan) or absolutely hates it n they're ready 2 confront her and give her a piece of their mind abt her terrible writing, anything !!!

[freshsandwichdinosaur]

Hey girlie😊😊,

Hope you are doing well. I love your writings. Do you write for Jamal Musiala or Xavi Simons?🙏🏾🙏🏾 Maybe something like would you rather like you did for Jobe. Thank you 😊

Jamal Musiala A-Z Boyfriend Alphabet Headcanons

A - Affectionate

Jamal is a lowkey lover. He won’t always initiate PDA, but in private, he’s always touching you — hand on your thigh, your fingers laced together, his head in your lap while you play with his curls.

B - Best Friend

You're his safe space. You were best friends before anything romantic, so even when he’s having a bad day, you’re the one he calls. Sometimes you’ll just sit in silence and that’s enough for him.

C - Compliments

His compliments are soft and genuine. He’s not loud with praise, but he notices the small things. “I like your hair like this,”or “That colour looks good on you.”And he means every word.

D - Dates

Chill home dates over anything. Jamal loves ordering takeout, playing video games or binge-watching something with you. He’s not flashy, but he will take you to a Bayern match and spoil you with merch.

E - Emotions

He doesn’t always have the words, but you can tell what he feels just by the way he looks at you — soft eyes, a quiet smile, or the way he squeezes your hand when he’s overwhelmed.

F - Family

His family adores you — especially his mom. You two hang out even when Jamal’s not around. Sometimes she’ll text you like, “Nail day soon?” and the next thing you know, it’s you, her, and his sister getting your nails done, laughing over lattes. One time you even booked her a spa day as a surprise, and she teared up. “You’re like my own,” she whispered while holding your hand. Jamal pretends not to care, but when he sees you all bonding, he can’t stop smiling. He knows you’re the one.

G - Gifts

He’s thoughtful. It’s not about how expensive it is — it’s about the meaning. A necklace with your birthstone, a Bayern jersey with your name on the back, your favorite snacks after a long day.

H - Hugs

Back hugs are his thing. He’ll sneak up on you while you’re brushing your teeth or making breakfast, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he never wants to let go.

I - Insecurities

When the pressure builds — whether it’s from a tough game coming up or a performance he’s not proud of — Jamal doesn’t say much. He just finds you. Quietly. No words, just the sound of the front door, his footsteps, and then the weight of him curling into you on the sofa. His head rests in the crook of your neck like muscle memory, and without thinking, your hands gently cup his cheeks. You don’t ask what’s wrong — you just let him breathe. And right before he drifts off in your warmth, you press the softest kiss to his temple. That’s all he needs to feel okay again.

J - Jealousy

Not outwardly jealous, but definitely protective. He won’t make a scene, but his arm will find its way around you if someone’s doing too much. He’s quiet, but he watches.

K - Kisses

Soft and slow. He kisses your forehead a lot. He kisses you when you’re mid-sentence just to make you laugh. His favorite is when you're lying on top of him, all tangled up.

L - Love Language

Physical touch and quality time. Jamal just wants you near him — watching him train, sitting on the couch with your legs across his lap, falling asleep on call when he’s away. And yours? It’s physical touch too. You’re always close, resting your hand on his knee or randomly drawing soft circles on his thigh without even thinking. It drives him crazy in the best way — calming and teasing at the same time. He acts unbothered, but you can feel the way he leans into your touch every single time.

M - Mornings

He’s not a morning person unless you're in bed with him. He’s clingy when he’s sleepy — nuzzling into your neck and refusing to let you get up. “Just five more minutes.”Every. Morning.

N - Nicknames

Calls you "babe" in front of others, but when it’s just you two, you get the soft “maus” or “liebling.” If you’re being stubborn, he’ll say your full name in mock seriousness, then smile because you always give in.

O - Off Days

On off days, it’s you, him, snacks, and FIFA or Netflix. He doesn’t want to be around anyone else. You’re wrapped up in one of his hoodies, legs on his lap, and that’s his peace.

P - Protective

Not aggressive, just aware. Jamal pays attention. He notices when you’re uncomfortable, when someone’s being shady, or if you're stressed. He won't make it obvious, but he will fix it.

Q - Quiet Moments

He loves sitting in silence with you. It’s comforting — you working or reading, him playing a game or scrolling, your legs touching. He doesn’t always need to talk to feel close to you.

R - Random Texts

Sends you the most random stuff — TikToks, memes, blurry selfies. He once texted, “This looks like you,”and it was literally a baby goat with big eyes. You were offended. He laughed for hours.

S - Smile

He’s obsessed with her smile. The bunny teeth she used to get teased for? Jamal thinks they’re the cutest thing ever. She still subconsciously covers her mouth when she laughs, but he always gently pulls her hand away and tells her, “Don’t hide that from me.” He especially loves the way her eyes wrinkle at the corners when she’s really happy, and how her cheeks get all round and full — like sunshine in a face. It’s his favorite thing about her.

T - Teasing

Playful as hell. Jamal will roast you gently but can’t take it back. He teases you when you’re clumsy or dramatic but gets fake-offended when you do it to him. You have running jokes for days.

U - Uniqueness

Jamal is quietly obsessed with all the little things that make you you. The way you pretend you’re filming a makeup tutorial when you do your makeup— talking to an invisible audience like you're a beauty guru with a million subscribers. The way you always put two teabags in your coffee like it’s normal (he’s said nothing, but he’s told his mum about it). How you buy two of everything — two chapsticks, two phone chargers, two perfumes — “just in case.” He notices how your hip subtly curves to one side when you’re standing in the kitchen mid-convo, head tilted, hands moving. You don’t think twice about these things, but to him, they’re little signatures of you — quiet reminders of the girl he fell in love with, again and again.

V - Vacations

Lowkey vacations only. A villa in the south of Spain. No cameras. Just you, Jamal, and soft playlists. He’s in linen shirts, sunglasses, always smiling. He’ll beg you to swim with him even if you hate the water — and eventually, you give in. You join him, and the two of you are giggling in the pool, his hands resting gently on your waist as he pulls you close, water glistening on his skin, and he says, “See? This is way better with you.”

W - Would You Rather

He always gives you impossible ones. “Would you rather never kiss me again or never cuddle again?”And when you refuse to choose, he fake-pouts. You always end up kissing him anyway.

X - (E)xpectations

He’s simple. He doesn’t expect perfection, just honesty, effort, and that you care. He doesn’t ask for a lot — just that you love him as much as he loves you. And that’s a lot.

Y - Your Person

Through everything, he’s your person. Whether it’s a long day, good news, or just needing to cry — Jamal is your soft landing. He listens, remembers, and shows up for you every single time.

Z - Zzz

He sleeps best when you’re next to him. He won’t fall asleep unless you're cuddled close, head on his chest or his arm around your waist. He’ll literally stay up waiting for you just to fall asleep together.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: slight spoilers

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Aries Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Now this can be debatable, but I think Sevro is 5"10 - 6". And this is because he's part Gold...he also grew up surrounded by Golds who are notorious for being bloody damn huge.

・Anway, it really doesn't matter because ...

・Sevro's love is feral. It's animalistic. It's all-encompassing.

・You never feel unloved, or abandoned.

・Because he knows what that feels like, so he wants the love of his life (aka you) to feel cherished.

・And god is he good at making you feel cherished.

・Biting is his official Love Language.

・Sometimes he leaves a mark, other times it's just his instincts going crazy because you are married

・Even though he is a goblin, known for his chaos and unpredictability; he can be so soft.

・He knows when you're upset, and will do everything in his power to change that. If you want to be held, he'll hold you and rock you, tucking the hair from your face and whispering "after you fall asleep, I'm going to kill whoever made you feel like this."

・He feels ontop of Mars when he makes you smile. But making you laugh ... dear heavens it makes his heart nearly burst from his chest.

・Nicknames for you are: 'sweetcheeks,' 'sweetheart' (only used when alone together) 'sexy' (when he's feeling chaotic) 'wife' / 'husband,' (will call you that more than your own name), 'babe' (says this the most)

・Most afternoons are Sevro sharpening his knives/cleaning his weapons, and you coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your face to his topless back

・Yes, at home he is always topless

・Can and will fix things around the home.

"Babe, I can do it. Don't worry your pretty little head-"

・Can become quite clingy. For example, following you to the toilet. And staying; still talking in the middle of your business.

・The kind of husband to get your initials tattooed on his ring finger ... and then get more tattoos that remind him of you (your favourite animal, quote, etc)

・Because once you say you are in love with him, that death do us part, you are his and he is yours. Also, he did say that death would never part the two of you. He is yours, eternal.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Touch-Starved Menace (Sevro) x Affectionate Handler (You)

Places You Above Anything And Everyone Else. You Are His World.

Soft For Exactly One Person (Sevro) x Is That One Person (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

Ride-Or-Die

You're The Only One Who Understands Me

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait For Me by Hades Town Cast

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Hallelujiah by Jeff Buckley

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・He's feral in bed...almost animalistic in how much he needs you. Large hands moving, ripping clothes off your body, needing to feel your bare skin on his.

・Sevro's cock hard and leaking, moves against his stomach. The tip red, and wet with pre-cum, but his own pleasure isn't on his mind.

"Baby, I need you," he snarls against your cheek, kissing every naked part of you.

・Sucks on your tongue if you let him, and you do, because a part of you is just as chaotic, messy and devoted as he is.

・As said before, biting is his love language. And he loves leaving marks on you. They're like temporary reminders of when you last fucked <3

・One of his favourite moments is when he slides inside you, both feeling the tight shift from being empty to feeling so full. Like an animal he's biting your cheek, one hand gripping your hair, the other reaching down to feel where you're connected.

・Sevro loves being in charge; making you whimper, punishing you for being a brat.

・Other times he loves being told what to do, just as much.

・And being bite is just as satisfying as biting. If you pull his head to the side and leave a large hickey on his neck, he growls in delight.

[flwrkid14]

Take My Heart, Take My Name

Listen. Danny is a menace with affectionate nicknames, and Tim is so weak for it.

It starts small, a casual “hey, babe” here, a “thanks, darling” there. Tim thinks he’s fine at first—sure, his heart skips a beat, and yeah, maybe he has to take a moment to compose himself, but he tells himself it’s no big deal.

Except then Danny takes it up a notch, like he’s testing Tim’s self-control.

Honey. Danny calls Tim honey one night and Tim seriously thinks it's game over. He's done for. Finished. Danny could ask him to jump into a Lazarus Pit, and Tim would already be in mid-air. “Hey, honey, can you grab my jacket?” Yes. Yes, he can. He can grab Danny’s jacket, his wallet, his hand in marriage—whatever Danny wants.

And just when Tim thinks he’s adjusted to that, Danny has to go and casually destroy him again.

“Morning, Polaris,” Danny says, voice soft and warm, and Tim nearly drops his coffee mug. Polaris. His chest tightens at the word, at the meaning behind it. The North Star—the one constant in the sky, the guide through uncertainty. That’s how Danny sees him? It’s almost too much. Tim has to physically turn around and pretend to check his phone, hiding the way his face burns and his throat tightens with something dangerously close to tears. Danny doesn’t just say it like it’s some throwaway nickname; he says it like it’s a promise, like he’s quietly reminding Tim just how much he means to him.

But the real killer? The absolute fatality? It’s when Tim overhears Danny talking about him to someone else.

“Oh yeah, Tim’s amazing,” Danny says, casually. “My man’s the smartest guy I know.”

My man.

Tim’s entire world stops. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until he exhales a few seconds later, completely dazed. My man. It’s not just that Danny’s saying it; it’s the way he says it. The pride in his voice, the casual possessiveness, the ease with which he claims Tim like that—like they’re already this unshakable thing. His. And Tim can’t believe it.

It doesn’t matter that they’ve been together for a while; hearing Danny claim him like that still makes him feel like he’s the luckiest person alive. Every time Danny says it, Tim can feel his heart racing, his head spinning.

And how could he not? He wants to give Danny everything. Every inch of himself, every breath, every dream, every fear. Tim wants to live his life wrapped in Danny’s laugh, stitched into the fabric of his love. If Danny wanted proof, Tim would carve his devotion into the stars themselves, would pluck out his own heart and place it in Danny’s hands as an offering. He’d give up anything, anyone, just to keep Danny smiling like that, to hear him say my man again.

Tim’s in a puddle, utterly lost in the warmth of it. His chest tightens, and he can’t stop the little smile that’s spreading across his face. My man. That’s his Danny. And God, if this is what it feels like to be loved by him, then Tim’s never going back.

And the thing is, Danny knows exactly what he’s doing. The way Tim lights up whenever he calls him something sweet? The soft little smile he tries to hide? Danny lives for it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Danny asks one day when Tim is just staring at him, dazed and lovestruck.

“Yeah,” Tim mumbles, his voice barely audible. “I just… like when you call me that.”

Danny grins, leaning closer. “What, baby?”

Tim nods, face bright red.

And from then on, it’s over. Tim is officially a nickname addict. Sweetheart, baby, honey, love—he eats it all up. It’s his lifeline. His kryptonite. And the best part? Danny never holds back.

[ghostinwinterfell]

lily evans being a nickname person is so special to me. not only do we canonically have “tuney”, “sev”, and “wormy”, but she literally married into a friend group with secret code names.

and there’s literally no limit to her nicknaming ability. I mean, we’re already pushing it with “wormy”—a nickname for a nickname. so why stop there. “jamie”, “pads”, and “moons” when she’s feeling affectionate. “monty” and “effie” for her in-laws. “jimmy” when she just wants to fuck with james. “harold” when it’s three in the morning and she’s sleep-deprived and harry won’t go back to sleep. need I go on.

[kentjohnson91]

memes are back my dudes

[shmowder]

sasha

[robertdowneyjjr]

see, it’s not that tony has anything against the name bucky.

it’s… fine. maybe not the best name, and definitely one that should be teased about incessantly, but only out of love and respect, of course. it’s a perfectly decent name. a great nickname, in fact. and it does actually suit james very well.

other nicknames suit james just as well though. terminator, winter wonder, buckaboo, freezer burn, barnes and noble, robocop, swashbuckler. and so on, and so forth.

tony just will not call him bucky. he refuses.

for the simple reason that tony was not the one to come up with the nickname. it’s the principle of the matter, that’s all.