#PERFECT LITTLE PRECIOUS BABEY

[killuaisaprincess]

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[fatuismooches]

Babey Zandy not knowing fragile reader is so precious.

He hears all about this mysterious person that all of his older versions adore, but he has no clue what they are going on about. He tends to avoid the mystery person's room to avoid tripping on something, so he's never seen them. He's never heard their voice. What's so great about some sleeping grown up?

But then he sees them. The one time he's allowed to go into the room, he's instantly starstruck. He's reminded of the fairytale he'd read about a royal that was cursed to sleep for a thousand years, and he figures that this person was what that royal must have looked like.

A few of the segments chuckle at the reaction the child has. Wide eyes, slack jaw, it's cute. But then Zandy turns and asks,

"This is who we marry when we grow up? Did we finally do something good?"

The segments collectively think that no, they hadn't done anything good. Not enough to deserve their lover, anyway. But the sleeping beauty still chose to love them. That was more than enough for the blue haired maniacs.

MY HEART BRO... MY HEART. THIS IS SO PERFECT. AMAZING. CUTE. I LOVE IT SM.

Little Zandy tends to be left out of the loop quite often. It's due to various reasons - the older segments not wanting to have to deal with him, or having to take the time to explain, or perhaps the topic matter isn't very kid-friendly (considering the kind of work they do). So, the little one is used to finding out things after the fact, unfortunately. You happen to be one of these topics.

What really interests Zandy is how the segments say your name. The boy is used to hearing them speak about others in contempt (that damn Regrator, wicked Damslette) or with no regard/care at all (test subjects) but you? You don't get either of those. Rather, you get your name spoken with affection. Like how his parents spoke to each other (only that he wasn't afforded that same treatment). So naturally he's intrigued, but confused. You've been sleeping for so long! How could someone who's sleeping be interesting? You can't even talk! But it seems that the segments don't mind, although they are quite sad, they're willing to wait, which is strange. And Prime is willing to talk enough for the two of you. Zandy hears him from the room sometimes. Still, the boy fails to understand what sort of appeal you have. But he is a curious one, so he begs and begs to be able to see you. And when he does, well, everything makes sense.

You're just so pretty! Right of out a fairytale! He can't help but run up to you and hold your hand, in awe. And though normally the segments would scold him for "getting in their way" but they don't this time. Because even though the brat can be annoying his reaction is rather amusing. And they don't want to raise their voices in your presence.

I imagine, when you do finally wake up, he begs for you to read that story for him 😭💗 he definitely reads the voice for the prince that saves the sleeping royal (you) and beats up the bad guys (celestia) 🥺

THEM BEING THANKFUL FOR YOU LOVING THEM... sobs

[strangefellows]

oh if you want servants specifically though then Karna, Da Vinci, Tristan, David, Mordred, Ushiwakamaru, Jeanne (all flavors), Diarmuid, Nursery Rhyme, Frankenstein, and Mandricardo

HAHAHAHA YES....

First impression

Karna: Oh! More Indian servants! He's pretty.

Da Vinci: ARFHEDGLFAGGAGA MONA LISA DA VINCI? OH MY GOD FATE I LOVE THIS SHIT

Tristan: Oh, Tristan and Isolde guy, I know him-- wait what the fuck (spoken bc Camelot)

David: HKJDGAGAG OH GOD DAVID'S A FLIRTY TWINK /wheezes in jewish

Mordred: I....I love....what a design....what a personality....

Ushiwakamaru: After having flashbacks to Shishiwakamaru in YYH, I was like oh...horse girl!

Jeanne: Oh! Joan of Arc, hello girl you're pretty!

Jalter: EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS SHE BASED ON-- OH DAMN THAT FUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Diarmuid: Oh another Irish hero? Who are you? [looks him up] ...oh your poor bastard.

Nursery Rhyme: LOUD SUSTAINED BABEYYYYY

Frankenstein: Oh, gorl? OH, CUTE.

Mandricardo: Who is this sad lump of self-deprecation and why is he our friend, also what the fuck is Orlando Furioso?

Impression now

Karna: I kinda love him? He's a delight and so off kilter sometimes it's sweet, he's so sincere too, what a guy.

Da Vinci: Literally the best wine aunt a protagonist could have, I miss her, but also babyvinci is adorable.

Tristan: What a moron (affectionate). He's cute, though, I love his hair, what pretty hair.

David: LMAO TWINKLORD, but also boyyyy are you okay buddy? How's it been since Temple, you good?

Mordred: PRINCE OF MY HEART, THE BEST KNIGHT, MY FAVORITE, ABSOLUTELY MY TYPE, WHAT A BEST BOY, A WONDERFUL PERFECT SABER, COME HOME RIGHT NOW I BEG OF YOU I may not need more Sabers but I desperately want you in my Chaldea :(

Ushiwakamaru: WE STAN A FUCKING QUEEN, I LOVE HER SO MUCH, ONE OF MY FAVORITE RIDERS, KICK ASS TAKE NAMES BLOW DEMETER INTO THE SUN I LOVE YOU

Jeanne: She's...pretty! And can be funny! I don't have too many strong opinions about Ruler Jeanne but I'm sure when I finish Apocrypha I'll have more.

Jalter: I FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S A TERRIBLE WEEB ASS TSUNDERE BRAT WHO HAS SO MUCH JUSTIFIED TRAUMA OVER HER HISTORICAL FATE AND OH MY GOD WHAT A GIRL, WHAT AN AVENGER, BEST PEFECT WONDERFUL.

Diarmuid: Oh, you poor sweet bastard, you deserved so much better. I like Cu better in regards to Irish Lancers, but this poor man needs a vacation. I like him.

Nursery Rhyme: BABEY X100, precious angel, darling girl.

Frankenstein: DAUGHTER!!! Tho again, need to finish Apocrypha, but as I do know Caules from Case Files, I'm glad he's her Master, he's a good kid.

Mandricardo: SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY, MY FRIEND!!! MY FRIEND!!! SWEET NERVOUS ANXIOUS BOY!!! I LOVE YOU I AM GOING TO READ FURIOSO SOMEDAY.

Favorite moment

Karna: Him and Jinako's interactions, always. Him and Jinako in LB4. Him vs Godjuna in LB4. Him being an absolute dingus in events, what a sweet no braincells boy.

Da Vinci: Probably her dramatics in Camelot, but also she's just really great in general, what a gal.

Tristan: His fight with Barghest in the beginning of LB6 was absolutely fucking gold, that was the coolest goddamn shit.

David: Specifically his ultra hardcore amazing finale/death scene in the Turas Realta manga Okeanos chapter, good god.

Mordred: So far, his part in LB3 was absolutely incredible and I just love him in general, but I think what's coming when I finish Apocrypha is going to blow all of it out of the water easily.

Ushiwakamaru: Her confrontation with Gorgon in Babylonia, specifically the anime version where it adds the little nursery rhyme Ritsuka taught her as she goes down and it made me sob like a little girl, but also the scene where Ritsuka tells her about the rhyme in the first place, that just struck me into my SOUL.

Jeanne: Again, I'll have smth definitive in Apocrypha, but right now her big damn heroes in Temple made me cry.

Jalter: Everything??? But no, her antics in Shinjuku were absolutely delightful, as was everything about the Serva*Fes Hawaii event even if I didn't manage to finish it bc it was my first event in the game.

Diarmuid: His helping Team Artoria against Gilles was really good in Zero, but oof ow ouch as well.

Nursery Rhyme: Her entire storyline in Extra destroyed me.

Frankenstein: Another "get back to me after Apocrypha", unfortunately, she's not very in focus in FGO.

Mandricardo: REVE DE DURENDEL!!! GOD THAT FUCKING CG, THAT SPEECH, I LOVE YOU MY SON MY BOY MY FRIEND OH MY GOD

Idea for a story

Karna: Listen the Mahabharata completely on its own sounds absolutely fucking insane I want to know more about Fate's version of eents.

Da Vinci: Da Vinci talk to me about your life talk to me about the Borgias, I'm going to throw the Ezio AC Trilogy at your head until you tell me your version of all of that stuff.

Tristan: Again, my kingdom for KOTR back when they were alive shenanigans, what was that fucking castle LIKE.

David: COME TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR SON DAVID, LET'S BOND OVER BEING SAD ABOUT SOLOMON

Mordred: See Tristan's entry, but also just...I want to explore his relationship with his siblings more, Gawain and Gareth etc.

Ushiwakamaru: We've pretty well explored her backstory, so let's have some fun Chaldea shenanigans!

Jeanne: I don't have very many ideas here >>

Jalter: I want her to interact with more Servants, I want her to interact with the other Avengers, I want her to interact with everyone, I love her lots.

Diarmuid: GET THIS MAN A BEACH VACATION STAT

Nursery Rhyme: Her dialogues for other people + other people's at her is so fascinating, I want to see what she gets up to daily in Chaldea. Also an Alice in Wonderland pastiche with other Servants as the characters would be fucking rad.

Frankenstein: Let this girl TALK for five minutes please. Let her have a chance to be more like the monster in the book and vocalize her trauma and desires beyond grunts and noises.

Mandricardo: Just good times with our friend, please. Though he deserves to talk to the Paladins and have a crisis or three.

Unpopular opinion

Karna: I don't have enough opinions ON him XD

Da Vinci: IDK man I just love her a lot. ARE there unpopular opinions?

Tristan: Little bitch boy (affectionate) but IDK again I don't know FGO fandom as well.

David: I do feel sorry for him given the Son situation but also I'm going to toss him off a cliff for his shit in Okeanos.

Mordred: NOOOO IDEA LOL

Ushiwakamaru: I like her normal outfit just fine, though I also like the edited less revealing ones too. She looks fine yall.

Jeanne: ....she's kinda boring, sorry XDDDD

Jalter: I like her more as a tsundere weirdo friend of ours than I did as the EVIL ANGRY VILLAIN in Orleans

Diarmuid: None here! He's a good boy. OH WAIT I don't think his comedy duo shenanigans with Fionn are funny, Fionn needs to leave him alone.

Nursery Rhyme: shrug emoji

Frankenstein: uhhhhhhhh

Mandricardo: nope!

Favorite relationship

Karna: Him and Jinako fucks me up so hard, I'm so glad she has Karna.

Da Vinci: Da Vinci and Roman were adorable, wine aunt and neurotic dad. I also love her relationships with Gordy and Sherlock.

Tristan: The KOTR Idiot Trio is delightful. Look at these idiots, no braincells, all stupid, what a bunch of dorks.

David: I love me some complicated father/son relationships!

Mordred: See above lmfao. Artoria and Mordred Good, but also OH MY GOD HIM AND KAIRI ????? KAIRI DAD MODE?????

Ushiwakamaru: Her and Benkei is sweet NGL.

Jeanne: So far in Apocrypha her and Sieg are cute friends.

Jalter: Jalter and Salter should kiss.

Diarmuid: His mutual respectful admiration with Artoria makes me smile every time, not gonna lie.

Nursery Rhyme: Her and Alice, I WEEP. But her and the other littles in Chaldea are always precious.

Frankenstein: Her and Caules, her and Mordred.

Mandricardo: MY FRIEND MY FRIEND MY FRIEND [yells] but also GOD I want to see him interact with Roland and the other Paladins.

Favorite headcanon

Karna: I don't have any real headcanons for him...Jinako taught him to play very simple video games. He likes Candy Crush.

Da Vinci: Well she's obviously transfemme. But like, it's not even a headcanon so much, she was SO probably fucking half of Florence way back when.

Tristan: Not sure about headcanons! But he's definitely somehow the sluttiest of the KOTR Idiot Trio.

David: Local man cries in his room for an hour after Temple. Local man also possibly has a physical fight with Ozy on religious grounds at some point too. I saw him fucking roast Ozy in a fic once and it was glorious.

Mordred: He's 100% transmasc and only uses she/her still because he doesn't quite get he can just....not use those anymore. He and Caenis bond over similar situations. He has a little scar on his face.

Ushiwakamaru: Not entirely ABOUT her, but for my Fujimaru, she told Ushiwaka her late little brother used to love her and sing that rhyme, and that bit from the anime def happened.

Jeanne: I don't really have many?

Jalter: She and my Fujimaru fucked at least once, after Shinjuku. She has burn scars all over her body.

Diarmuid: Poor boy might actually be a very repressed gay, or at least very very asexual. Save him.

Nursery Rhyme: The entirety of Chaldea unanimously loves her, and she's a comfort to the human staff sometimes, who she visits and sits with to help them get some mental relief sometimes.

Frankenstein: One of the less shy staff members is teaching her and anyone who wants to learn ASL! Yay, ease of communication!

Mandricardo: Man's a Saracen he's darker than the game makes him look. You wouldn't know it to look at him but he can hold his liquor extremely well and can drink most people under the table.

[approximately20eggs]

walks in

hi hi hello i am here to choose for you and ask about an oc of yours <3

i would love to hear about immerlias if you have any facts you'd like to share!!!

hello hi hi!!! the boy!!!!! good choice!!!! thank you for asking me about him :) this turned out to be SUCH a long post so I'm gonna put it under a readmore so I don't clog up people's dashboards with my fucking essay lmao

so I've actually been wanting an excuse to break down S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W by mcr and why its actually conveniently written about Immerlias so I think I will do that ehehe BUT also I just wanna ramble about him in general so I shall do that first

so. I do not remember how much information about Immerlias I have shared on him before. but he is my beloved. my son. my bestie. you surely understand /lh

some general info: Immerlias is a shining elf andhis name means sunlight and joy! he is aro ace and agender but also simultaneously a cis boy and his pronouns are he/him but he honestly doesn't really care what people refer to him with! I feel like he'd get a kick out of the occasional they/them or neopronoun, as a treat, but not enough to "officially" use them or anything. I do not think he would want people to consistently use other pronouns for him. this was meant to be a short detail and now its not lol

he is also babey. something about this man sets off everyone's protective instincts I swear and I KNOW this because in every rp and dnd game I have put him in, people IMMEDIATELY snap to "precious boy must be protected" mode within minutes. he is just so good at winning people over with his sweet, adorable smile and autistic adhd swag. I don't blame anyone for this because if I had only just met him I would probably default to that too. unfortunately I am subjecting him to The Horrors instead /lh

he's just super super sweet and adorable and my favorite way to show it is literally just to describe what his bedroom looks like because it is just. in every way an example of the kind of person he is. it is messy and stuffed with every last little thing that makes him happy. he painted the walls yellow and keeps repainting his ceiling in different murals and he puts poems and art up on the walls and draws directly on them sometimes and every surface is stuffed with trinkets, most of which are broken things he's picked up off the ground and shined up or made into art or just thought were pretty, and he collects shards of broken glass to sand and polish away all the sharp edges and wrap them in wire and hang them in his window so they through rainbows all over his room, and his bookshelves are stocked with everything from picture books to highly advanced math textbooks because it all brings him joy, and sometimes he spills ink on his desk but he'll just draw around it and make art out of it, and god I could go on all day describing his room but hjhghghjshghbvbhsgvsvjhgjhs

(also he has a little hidden spot under the floorboards that he's made without telling anyone that's just big enough for him to crawl into and hide and I think that's also very apt because as much as Immerlias appears to wear his heart on his sleeve there's also a lot he doesn't tell anyone. this whole room is a symbol I swear)

god this is getting long. I apologize in advance because I still haven't talked about S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W lmao

I am going to get into that actually SO I'm just gonna. put up each verse and then talk about it jbjksbjks

[Chorus] Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide

[Verse 1] Make a wish when your childhood dies Hear the knock, knock, knock when she cries We're all alone tonight Hold your breath when a blackbird flies Count to seventeen and close your eyes I'll keep you safe inside

so I'm putting these two together because I intend to break down the chorus fully later but it feels illegal to skip the intro of the song. so starting with verse 1:

GOD ok so. this is perfect. if you didn't know my wip starts off with Immerlias and Aryaea coming of age so this is very apt lol. BUT this is especially good for Immerlias because his whole character arc is about growing up and losing his naivete. he's been sheltered his whole life and then at the start of the book for the first time he and Aryaea are leaving town and their parents altogether (getting a bit into the third line there lol) but YEAH from line one it's very good!! line two is also good though because Aryaea goes to him for support a lot and you can also jump to the last line in the verse which makes me think about that again because they keep each other safe a lot. they're very codependent you see, as fictional twins have a tendency to be /lh

(you know, for once I think it would be very funny to have a pair of twins that just fucking hate each other but also aren't mortal enemies. just twins that they're each like "ugh, Steve again" at each other or something. I think it would be funny. anyway)

BUT besides the first line the OTHER line that made me immediately think of Immerlias when I first heard this song is in this verse too!! I don't know if I've ever mentioned this but Immerlias is fucking terrified of crows. which has plot reasons. it is Auresmus's fault. basically bc of zem Immerlias has nightmares about crows (elves are not supposed to be able to have nightmares at all) so that freaks him out a lot!!! it's kind of led him to firmly hold the belief that crows are harbringers of doom in real life too so he will have a full-blown panic attack if he sees one or even hears them cawing. anyway, moving on:

[Pre-Chorus] He burns my skin Never mind about the shape I'm in I'll keep you safe tonight Yeah, yeah, shut up and run with me!

I'm just gonna. that last line there I'm just gonna focus on it really hard for a moment because Immerlias IS arguably running away from home at the start of the novel. besides the fact that he's kind of tired of being coddled, he and Immor have a history of butting heads and frankly due to a lot of communication issues in this family Immerlias doesn't exactly believe his parents are proud of him. he also has this perception of his parents' expectations of him that are both a lot higher and completely different from what they actually are; while Immor and Regaya genuinely just want a happy life for him he's convinced that he's going to disappoint them if he goes into the arts instead of something more academic in nature, and frankly he's kind of convinced he's already disappointed Immor by not being remotely interested in joining the military (very false. if anything Immor is thrilled his son is relatively safe from the horrors of war). not only all of that but completely unrelated to family communication issues I do think he's trying to procrastinate growing up a little. typically at age 50 shining elves would start building a house of their own and/or start pursuing a career, but Immerlias isn't ready for that, in no small part because he's conflicted about what he wants to do with his life, because even with his parents out of the equation he loves math and STEM easily just as much as the arts and he doesn't want to pick one over the other. so yeah he's running away from all that with Aryaea for a little bit! ok moving on again

Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide Move your body when the sunlight dies Everybody, hide your body from the scarecrow Everybody, hide

ok so to start ANY song that says something about the sunlight dying or the world losing its color/light/saturation or whatever immediately reminds me of Immerlias. this is both because of tdi campaign Immerlias (in which he literally died. L) and because of his actual canon arc in my wip which does not in fact involve his literal death so much as him going through a depressive episode and struggling with his sense of identity (his name does mean joy, after all) and then having to redefine that happiness for himself when he doesn't have that childhood naivete that made it so easy anymore. I'm really, really looking forward to writing that arc out but alas it is a long ways away </3

all the references to the scarecrow also make me think btw, bc it's not a reference to the blackbird in verse 1, but something different. you can think of a scarecrow as something that exerts control over crows, in a way, which makes me think of Auresmus—and for a significant chunk of the book he does seem like a pretty big threat in need of being avoided! but if we think of the crows as being representative of Auresmus themself rather than zem just being in control of them, then you also get something that 'scares crows,' or that scares Auresmus, and that's the actual threat—the dragon that he owes a debt to, who is the actual antagonist of the novel, not zem. I think it's an interesting thing to consider :)

[Verse 2] Blow a kiss at the methane skies See the rust through your playground eyes We're all in love tonight (All in love tonight) Leave a dream where the fallout lies Watch it grow where the tear stain dries To keep you safe tonight

this verse makes me think a bunch about Immerlias's optimism and more about his arc with having to redefine joy and all that. the whole childlike, happy-go lucky attitude doesn't really cut it for some things (such as the impending doom of the apocalypse) but it still takes him a while to like. process the situation that is the plot and see it all in a realistic, grounded light that's not just blindly believing it will all work out okay in the end. and that's what kicks off his depression spiral but at the same time he has to work though his whole identity crisis and an increasing rift between him and his ability to keep in touch with reality on a more existential level if that makes any sense at all and he's still trying to work out his personal future and dreams with all this and yeah. yeah. its a whole thing

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge] Love, love, love won't stop this Bomb, bomb, love won't stop this Bomb, bomb, love won't stop this bomb Run, run, bunny, run Run, run, bunny, run

[Chorus]

again this whole thing with like "love won't stop this bomb" makes me think very much about how he loses his naivete (and this verse particularly calls to mind his staunch pacifism, which isn't a problem in and of itself so much of the lack of nuance he has about it at the start) and has to work towards solving the problem that is the impending apocalypse without just trusting in Peace And Love On Planet Earth Quapara <3

and that is the end of the song! god that was fun. I haven't had a good long-winded infodump in a while

thank you again for asking about him, friend. I hope you enjoyed my essay kjbsjkbskjsjks

[izzydrawsforfun]

You sure you don't have a favorite Homestuck kid? I understand not having a favorite troll because honestly, it's hard to choose lol but everyone has the favorite kid

Honestly true it's impossible to pick a favorite troll akznakzjajs

As for favorite human.......... I changed my mind, I guess I have one

Why do I always adopt the babies who make me suffer the most????

[skyborn-reads]

💌 Messages From Your Future Spouse — an intuitive reading (with shufflemancy)

If you're drawn to any of these lovely cat photos, your future spouse might have left a message here for you 💞 Hope you enjoy this reading!

Picture sources

(New to my blog? See here for my PAC masterlist!)

Cat 1 — Picnic Basket's Ready!

"I love how you feel like home. You're like the sun melted into Saturday skies."

"I love our home moments just laying on each other's shoulders. The trips with you, the photos we posed together. The candlelights. Just having you with me holding hands. Where have you been all my life?"

"Do we have a long future ahead?"

"I wrote diaries about you."

"Your smile is irresistible. It makes my heart flutter in delight. You made me smile along with you and I can't picture my days without you."

"We are not perfect but we got each other's backs. We might argue about those little things. You say I'm not romantic enough, but darling I'm too busy getting lost in your eyes. All I know is that when we are together I don't care. I don't care about the little things, yes you made me get lost in thoughts with you and I wouldn't want it any other way. Why do you have this magic on me?"

"Go anywhere, a picnic, as long as you're holding my hand as we go. I love you. I love you. I can say it a thousand times if you want to hear it: I love you so damn much. I want to go on like this, you're someone I want to grow old with. I can see the future just being with you like this, why not?" 💐

Your future spouse is very chatty and the words came out like waterfall hehe ❤️ They say they're not romantic but I really feel they are, it's just that sometimes they might be more laid back. I even saw a vision of a ring 💍

Cat 2 — Nighttime Melody

"Being with you is so comfortable, so natural. I don't have to put on a mask, you understand me so perfectly well."

"I'd like to dance with you, under the night sky, you in a flowy dress."

"Let's not rush this time."

"I'll be honest. I didn't understand the feelings I have for you, I haven't fully made sense of it."

"Staying detached and running away doesn't help things, but that is my way of managing my feelings."

"I'm sorry if I have been hot and cold."

"I love you."

"Please have patience with me as I come out from my shell." 💐

Your FS's feelings for you - not exaggerating - is deep and strong like a whirlpool. They find it hard to express their feelings with the right words though so at first you might have to be the one to initiate things. They have strong INFP and pisces energy. The dreaminess ✨

Cat 3 — Best Friends

"You are so precious, I want to hold you in my arms and not let you go ever."

"I swear ever since you came into my life I knew you're gonna stay in my mind for so long."

"You weren't my type at first, I don't know why but I can't seem to let go."

"The smell of your hair as I whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

"You love to hear it, and you always make me smile with your soft laughter."

"I've never met a girl like you, you make comic books and ramen special."

"I hope this will last, because it hurts if we have to let go, but let's not worry about all that babey, I love you."

"I want to wrap up in warm blankets with you, just you." 💐

There's some conflicting energy throughout the song, like disagreements. When you meet (probably long distance), your FS might not be in a good place mentally or financially. They might be stressed out, just walked out of a toxic relationship or trying to find their footing in life. Anyway they'd not be ready for a relationship at first. This is going to be a connection where you support each other sincerely and help each other through the mess. In time, romance will bloom between you �� I feel this strong emotional pressure on my heart space, wow, and it's strong. This connection will be all about learning to heal, to forgive the past, and to not let the past affect hopes for the future.

Cat 4 — Pinky Promises

"When we were kids..."

"We knew each other, but the telephone cord was cut off, and we kinda lost contact, but I'm glad to know you as whole new person now."

"Allow me to reintroduce myself."

"I hope to create something beautiful with you."

"Maybe in a past life we have met..."

"Pinky promises, you'll stay this time?"

"I couldn't stay back then."

"You are an artist."

"It's my turn to show you how much I love you. I want you in my life. Will you wait for me to prove myself to you?"

"I still remember you but everything have changed. I'm not like how I used to be but neither are you I see."

"I will be a new face to you."

"You are special to me. You just hit different. I don't know if it's your vibes but you just feel special to me."

"Maybe you're an angel who shows me the path I walk is no more."

"You come into my life bearing a lesson. I come into yours with the same spark of life. We teach each other. We are each other's guides and we walk hand-in-hand."

"Trust."

"I love you." 💐

Dear people who chose Cat 4, I felt goosebumps throughout channeling these for you lol. Your FS has shared at least a past life with you. There is something musical and lyrical about them, perhaps you'll notice that about them when their presence dawns on you. They will feel familiar, there's a childlike feeling in your connection that is both nostalgic and ethereal.

[catboydogma]

a thousand years in perfect symmetry

cross-posted on ao3! 

wc: 1000 babey 

warnings: NONE!! pure codywan fluff :) 

Obi-Wan heard Cody, felt the sun-bright pop of him in the Force, before he saw him. Cody had never been much of a morning person—not like Obi-Wan, whose circadian rhythms operated on a cycle wholly unfathomable—and Obi-Wan had left him snoring into their pillow with a fond kiss to the brow. Cody always slept curled up, like he was anticipating a blow: back to the wall, or else to Obi-Wan, but always facing the door. He was a clinger, too, to pillows and sheets if not Obi-Wan himself.

“Good morning,” Obi-Wan said, serene.

“Something’s burning,” Cody said, voice soft and low with sleep.

“I have it entirely under control,” Obi-Wan told him, flapping a towel at the stove.

“Ah. The char is intentional, then,” Cody said, leaning against the doorframe and scratching the hollow of his throat.

“Most definitely,” Obi-Wan assured him. He continued his unhurried venting of the smoke that had started to curl up from the stove, inspecting the sides of his pan critically. Sesame oil had a very low smoke point: noted. “You could go back to bed, if you like. I’m not quite finished here.”

“I could,” Cody agreed. He was watching Obi-Wan with half-lidded eyes and red lines from their pillow printed onto one cheek. The cream-colored undershirt he’d pulled on was just a little too long for him. It was tight in the chest and shoulders, too, pulled thin and taut over Cody’s frame.

The realization that it was Obi-Wan’s shirt he was wearing dawned like a sunrise over Ryloth—slow, bright, and wonderfully warm. Obi-Wan flushed all along the back of his neck and turned back to poking at the pork belly beginning to crisp golden along the edges.

Again, he felt Cody before he saw him—the sudden, warm solid mass of him plastered against his bare back, thick forearms corded with muscle slipping about his waist, a hard chin dropping onto his shoulder.

“Smells good,” Cody said, sounding more asleep than not. Obi-Wan could feel the sub bass rumble of his voice in his core.

“Good.” Obi-Wan poked at the pork belly some more and gave it up as a lost cause for the time being; he was thoroughly distracted. He turned and smoothed his hands up Cody’s sides, tracing the ridge of each rib.

Cody plucked at the waistband of Obi-Wan’s sweatpants, one corner of his mouth twisting up. “Are these mine?”

“They might be,” Obi-Wan hedged. He’d noticed that they’d showed two or three inches of ankle more than usual and were—well, a bit looser around the waist and thighs—but he hadn’t thought anything of it. Most of Obi-Wan’s clothing were hand-me-downs of some sort, or else lovingly darned and repaired over the course of many years.

“You wear them well.” Cody pulled Obi-Wan closer, two fingers hooked on either side of his waistband. His knuckles were warm and rough against the sensitive skin of Obi-Wan’s belly and hips.

“They’re only sweatpants, darling,” Obi-wan told him. He turned back around to deal with the pork belly, setting it aside on a paper towel to drain before checking his rice.

“Maybe I just like seeing you in my clothing.” Cody hooked his chin over Obi-Wan’s shoulder once more, kissing the side of his neck slow and careful—as if Obi-Wan were something precious.

“That can be arranged.” Obi-Wan plated up the rest of their breakfast with Cody still plastered to his back. They moved easily in tandem, and Cody would not be so quickly dissuaded from his quest to show his appreciation for Obi-Wan in his sweats. “You could always try on my robes, if you like.” He knew Cody kept it—he wasn’t sure where, only that it was in their quarters and Cody kept it maintained. A trooper’s armor was an intensely personal thing, after all.

“I would implode if anyone saw me in Jedi robes,” Cody said into the back of Obi-Wan’s shoulder blade. “Messily. On the spot. Fox would laugh himself sick.”

“Oh, there’s no need to be so dramatic.” Everything came together quite nicely, which Obi-Wan was rather pleased about. They’d been too busy or tired to have a real meal together, as of late—hence Obi-Wan’s early morning. “I’m sure it would be quite fun.”

“For some people,” Cody said drily, “it would be very fun.”

“Try this.” Obi-Wan held a bite of sweet-bitter greens up to Cody, narrowly avoiding dripping dark, savory sauce on his bare shoulder. Cody snapped them up from his chopsticks with one neat bite and chewed loudly next to Obi-Wan’s ear.

“S’good,” Cody told him after a moment, tracing the tip of his nose along the soft skin behind Obi-Wan’s ear.

“Good.” Obi-Wan turned again to hand a plate off to Cody, providing him with both a spoon and a pair of chopsticks. “Caf on the counter.”

“Have I ever told you I love you.” Cody made what might have been an interrogative in anyone else’s mouth into a statement of intent.

“You might have, once or twice. You may have to refresh my memory.” Never let it be said that Obi-Wan would pass up on affection given freely.

“I love you.” Cody caught Obi-Wan around the waist again before he got too far and liberated Obi-Wan’s plate, setting it down on the counter so he could splay both palms across Obi-Wan’s back and kiss him, filthy and thorough and slow.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan gasped, caught off guard. “I love you too, Cody. I hope you know.”

“I know.” Cody said it with such certainty, even as he pressed another series of slow, openmouthed kisses to the skin just above Obi-Wan’s beard.

He could have stayed like this, he thought, for a thousand years. A thousand years waking up next to the warm solidity of Cody, a thousand years of making breakfast and tea and the dark caf Cody liked, a thousand years of just too-short sweatpants and undershirts stretched thin and fraying at the hems.

[calderskillday]

A STARSTRUCK ODYSSEY EPISODE 1 liveblog

just hit play and i'm already ready to cry, the cast is so happy to be back in the dome 🥺

ally looks so insanely good uh. very gender much yes

THESE GRAPHICS YO

IMMEDIATE INITIATIVE ROLL???? FUCK DUDE

"i am surrounded by morons" lapin vibes coming from norm. "i am in hell" wow i love him already !!!!

"comms officer slash unpaid intern" made me snort, riva is adorable

BADASS CAPTAIN JAN FUCK YEAH

oooooo a flashback already hell yes

zac: "natural 1"

murph: "that'll happen"

DOES ANYONE WORK ON THIS SHIP BUT ME???

THE MULTILEVEL MARKETING SCHEME I CANNOT. also emily's reaction to pleasure putty

riva is so precious

"RUGGEDLY handsome" "hohokay" some axmurph gold

hot date vibes from sid and barry, axmurph is just. the greatest

this character is perfect for emily truly i love her playing a droid

i have been reduced to tears by the line "as i became CARESSED by the ASSAULT CANNON, i found myself rapidly leaving my state of arousal. the roller skates didn't help either."

murph-as-barry is such a meathead i love this for him

THE BARRY BATTALLION LMAOKFJGKD

"who un-fucks the little guy?" "BARRY!!!"

oh my god i didn't realize gunnie was TINY???? lou is playing a 4'11 character????

HANDY ANNIE CALLBACK TO HANDY ANDY OF NADDPOD HELL YEAH

god i love lou wilson

everyone's reactions to "your intestines are floating in space"... LMAO

ah we back to the anti capitalist themes, classic d20 babey

ZAC'S FACIAL EXPRESSION WHEN HE SAYS "i'll see what i can do"

"gonna need a saving throw from the red hot" "chiiiiiiillllll"

loving the vibe of margaret "working from home" encino WAIT WHAT A BADASS MOVE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HER

lucienne rex "just a very close friend" mmHMMMM SURE

ooooo the tension

riva is so PURE i LOVE THEM

EMILY CRIT

norm is such a fuckin mood

norm/riva and sid/barry are such fun dynamic pairs GOD what great character interactions I HAVE MISSED THIS CAST IN PERSON

BOX OF DOOM BOYS i forgot how thrilling box of doom rolls are

this encounter is crazy tense oh my god they are SO IN THE SHIT

"that's not his name!" riva <3

14 crates and a hologram babey

unhinged norm yes

WHAT AN EPISODE!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS CAMPAIGN WITH MY WHOLE ASS!!!!!!!

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Miss you and your marvelous writing!!!! Just a prompt if you’re up to it 😊 exes wolfstar staying friends but sirius gets into a new relationship and he brings his new boo to somewhere he took remus and remus gets sad 😭 but they get back together eventually

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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.

“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam. 

It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.

But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.

It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out. 

Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”

James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”

“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”

“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad. 

“You’ll send pictures though.”

“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.

And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.

“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.

R: need intel 

L: Say more sexy things to me, lover 

R: sirius and Gideon

R: what’s going on there

L: I’ll take a look, dw

Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”

.-

“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.

“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.

“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.

“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“

“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”

“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”

He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.

“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.

“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”

“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!

He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.

Remus is fine.

“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”

“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”

“Remus, stop.”

“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”

“Remus!”

“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”

“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”

Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.

.-

He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.

And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.

Like now.

It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.

And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink  like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair. 

And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.

“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”

“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.” 

“That’s not—“

“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”

“Just tired is all.”

“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words. 

“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”

“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.

“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”

“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.

“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”

“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“

“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“

“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other. 

“No? Excuse me?”

“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think  that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”

Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“

“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”

“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.

“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”

“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”

Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“

“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”

Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.

And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”

Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”

.-

My Other Wolfstar FIC💜

[oblivious-nuisance]

ꨄ 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒

BUNGŌ STRAY DOGS VERSION (part 1 – ADA)

↳ includes: nakajima atsushi, kunikida doppo, dazai osamu, yosano akiko, edogawa ranpo, fukuzawa yukichi

a/n: i have no idea where this came from, but i love this thing from the bottom of my heart (　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

warnings: gn!reader (that's, like, barely mentioned haha (´｡;ω;`)), fluff abundance!!! just,, so much fluff

— ATSUSHI

his smiles are the definition of precious. doesn't matter if it's a huge grin plastered on his face or just a soft smile, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upward, you can see it in his eyes: he's genuinely happy and content. they feel soft and buttery against your skin, or lips. speaking of which, he's the type to smile goofily halfway through the kiss, maybe even giggle a little. such a babey 🤧

— KUNIKIDA

rare and priceless are the first words that come to mind. kunikida isn't one to smile often, not because he doesn't want to, but because he usually forgets. although, when he does smile, either because of you being as passionate about something as he is about his ideals, or just because he's satisfied with how the day went, his smile spreads across his face, reassuring and strong and real. feels like dark chocolate in your mouth, because its taste stays with you even after minutes have gone by since you last kissed him

— DAZAI

bashful smile, ladies 😩 it's a wonder he hasn't already gotten an award for it or something. sweet and wide and playful, cheeky and fun to look at and feel against your mouth especially during a steamy makeout session tehee, but surprisingly unexpected. why, you may ask? because the man was born to smirk, to show that perfect set of teeth in such a condescending manner that it makes you weak in the knees. but, on the not so rare occasions that he's smiling genuinely, dazai will literally make the world hold its breath. his smiles taste like fresh mint, wet and alert and refreshing

— YOSANO

two sides of a coin: either tooth-rotting cotton candy sweet, making you swoon and loose your balance (only for her to catch you), or cold and tempting and intimidating. they sometimes taste metallic, like iron against your tongue, because she has a thing for kissing you and smiling while having a bloody mouth (even if she just bit her lower lip a little too hard on purpose). her smiles also feel (and taste) like lipstick, the right amout of moist, with a strong hint of bubblegum <33

— RANPO

cheerful and carefree, his smile is almost always resting on his face. it's honestly extremely peaceful to see him like this, see the sure and honest shape of his pretty lips lingering on his face. ceo of condescending smile, tho yes he passes dazai i don't think i need to explain why, he just does (dazai's is creepier at times, while ranpo's is just slightly amused), it's always so pretty yet so dangerous, because as grounding as it may be, his grin is always hiding something, there's always a lingering feeling that trails behind it. tastes like candy and something a little bit sour, that you can't really put your finger on. true definition of bittersweet.

— FUKUZAWA

fair and genuine, this man's smile offers so much reassurance it's crazy. there's something about the way the corners of his lips are upturned, the way the wrinkles around his eyes become more proeminent, the way his gaze softens and oh look you're melting. his smiles emanate warmth and safety and, above all, pride. they feel strong against your skin, sure and sweet and content, and they taste like parfait. truly divine, if i do say so myself 😌😌

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[killuaisaprincess]

🎀💐🎀💐

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

mother bean,

i have finished watching "suspicious partner" and i demand a marriage fic. i cannot continue to exist without seeing bong hee and ji wook actually get wedded before my eyes.

i appreciate all your work and you're the best

child bean,

your mother shall do as demanded. ala fic~

Fandom: Suspicious Partner (K-Drama)

Rating: G

Tags: Eun Bonghee x Noh Jiwook, Canon Compliant, Implied Sexual Content, Post-Canon, Marriage, Established Relationship, Fluff

Read on Ao3 here:

for @reigemerystuff

enjoy babey!!! i’m glad u liked my rec (this show pushed me down the hole of k-dramas and i’ll always love it)

Title from Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

dancing in the dark with you between my arms (darling you look perfect)

Bonghee is a lawyer, first and foremost. Her interest in the rituals and ceremonies behind marriage is purely at face value, fake. She and Jiwook are already basically married in every sense of the word, just not on paper.

And that’s a point of great worry to her mother and Jiwook’s. Mr. Byun doesn’t particularly care about them living in sin together as much as his wife does.

One day, he whispers to her, “I don’t understand why Bokja-ah is being so fussy. You know we used to live together before marriage, and it certainly wasn’t all celibate.”

He winks at her, while she stares at him (her future father-in-law) in horror. Mentally trying to erase the said picture from her brain, she thanks him profusely and changes the direction of that conversation rather quickly.

She did not need that mental scarring, thank you very much.

But all said and done, she really is very excited to get married to Jiwook. She loves him, he loves her, and that’s that. After that whole Hyunsoo debacle, their lives and cases have been relatively straightforward.

Any and all arguments in court are kept to court at all times (the no shoptalk policy is very strictly enforced at home), and Bonghee loves this domestic, mundane routine they have adopted.

She doesn’t need grand declarations of love or big, important, life-changing moments, small and simple is good enough for her.

-

Jiwook is immeasurably happy. He doesn’t know how to exactly explain this feeling but he’s looking forward to spending the rest of his life with her.

It’s been a little annoying staying home without her since her mother has whisked her off a month before the wedding. Frankly, he doesn’t get the point of it; they’re a happy couple, and yes, of course, they’ve had sex before marriage.

It’s a bit too late to protect either of their virtues, really. Not that it matters.

But, his and her mother have certain expectations from this wedding. As only children, this is their rare opportunity and they are going the whole mile in terms of rituals, traditions, and the grandiose nature of the wedding itself.

His adoptive father, Mr. Byun, had faux-complained in the beginning about how his “precious money was being spent so frivolously” but one withering look from his Eomma had shut him down completely. Besides, Jiwook knows he doesn’t really mind,

He was one of the first people Jiwook had brought up the idea, and both of them will deny it to their dying breaths, but there had been lots of tears. Mr. Byun was inordinately happy at Jiwook’s decision, and Jiwook was just happy to get the paternal validation and affection that he had been looking for.

In his career, he may be known as the worst prosecutor, but nobody could ever deny that Jiwook was a whipped boyfriend, and will be a whipped husband. He doesn’t mind the moniker, because Bonghee is the love of his life and he loves her to pieces.

Marriage isn’t simply a chore or a checkmark on the list that society and life prescribe for everyone.

He wants this. He wants her. He loves her.

For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer.

He’ll love and cherish her till death would part them.

Normally, Jiwook isn’t a romantic or a cheesy or an idealistic man, but Bonghee brings out a certain softness in him, a fondness for her.

-

On the day of the wedding, Jiwook and Bonghee, both, become well-versed in the power of Murphy’s Law. If things can go wrong, they will and in their case, they do.

Kim Jae Hong, who’s their ring bearer, goes missing a few hours before their official ceremony, and Jiwook is losing his mind. When Jihae informs Bonghee of this development, the bride, like her husband-to-be, begins panicking as well. Their friends and family sigh at the couple in fond exasperation.

Weddings are never perfect. There’s beauty in chaos. A little asymmetry brings love together- perfects it, really.

The boy is eventually found reading a book near the altar, but both the bride and groom are fully on edge.

Eunhyuk decides to take things into his own hands, and smack some sense into his two best friends. And yes, he considers them to be his best friends; just as he considers Yoonjung to be his best friend as well, despite their romantic relationship.

“Jiwook-ah?” He asks, entering the room and catching the groom pacing around the room hurriedly.

“Eunhyuk? What happened? Is everything okay? Is something else going wrong?” He shoots off a flurry of questions that Eunhyuk can barely catch, and Jiwook’s anxious tone rises in volume with every question.

“Calm down! Everything is fine,” he promises, watching as the other man calms down. Jiwook lets out a deep sigh and sinks into the chair behind him.

“Are you okay, Jiwook?”

“Honestly, no,”

And, he looks tired, exhausted, despite the wedding formal wear, and the smile he’s painted on.

Eunhyuk sits beside him.

“What’s going on?’

“I- I’m just worried,” Jiwook admits.

Eunhyuk laughs.

“About what? You’re marrying Bonghee. You love her, right? I don’t see what’s the problem.”

“I do love her,” he agrees, “I’m just afraid. Of the future, of uncertainty.” There’s an unsaid ‘of commitment’ and Eunhyuk is well-aware of the commitment issues Jiwook has because of his and Yoojung’s previous betrayal. Eunhyuk still lives in guilt over that, and he’s atoning.

But, he also knows that Jiwook loves Bonghee (perhaps far more than he loved Yoojung).

“Well, now it’s up to you to decide. Is your love for Bonghee greater than your fear of the future?” Eunhyuk stares at him pointedly, and a look of understanding enters Jiwook’s eyes.

“Yes,” he nods, “you’re right. I do love her.”

“Good. Because, it’s time to get you married, so hurry up,” Eunhyuk gets up and extends a hand to Jiwook.

He smiles and grabs it, getting up as well.

-

When both the bride and groom’s fears have been calmed, the wedding passes by much more smoothly. Bonghee looks beautiful, but the look of awe, love, adoration that enters Jiwook’s face as he stares at his wife-to-be is unmatched.

There’s no denying among the guests that they both love each other unequivocally.

A hush passes in the room, as the bride and groom exchange their vows with each other in quiet whispers, barely audible. Both their eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and quite literally, nobody’s eyes can leave the couple.

The mothers and Mr. Byun are sobbing in the front, and even Mr. Bang cries a lot. Yoojung, Jihae and Eunhyuk try to remain composed. Key word being try; they fail miserably and there’s not one dry eye in the numerous guests that have attended this wedding.

Together, Bonghee and Jiwook have a lot of well-wishers, and they share a fair stake in the happiness that reverberates around the room in this expression of love.

Marriage isn’t an entirely new story for them. Rather, it’s a new chapter in the age-old book of their love.

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

more of tauriel’s hellfamily adventures! there’s still a couple of gaps in my conception of this au, which is why these are bullet points and not an actual fic, but i think i’ve got enough to progress the plot, such as it is. certainly got a bunch of anecdotes i think are funny

i’m not even going to bother explaining how tauriel ended up in one of the fëanorians’ boltholes being treated for mild injuries

nothing super serious, but enough that she’s out of action for the rest of the night. the palace is on fire

the bolthole opens, and celegorm (who’s doing first aid) turns his head. his preemptive scowl melts away instantly. ‘hi elrond!’

the former lord of imladris just sighs. ‘please tell me you idiots haven’t abducted tauriel’

legolas has concerns, apparently. he saw celegorm vanish into an alleyway with her slung over his shoulder and immediately started panicking

‘i've talked him into delaying his rescue mission until i had the chance to check that she was safe’ elrond finishes, sounding absolutely exhausted

tauriel confirms that she is doing fine, as much as she can through the concussion. celegorm’s like ‘if he’s so worried about her why doesn’t he just come up here’

elrond disappears, and a few minutes later legolas scrambles inside

he’s glaring at celegorm. celegorm tells him where the first aid kit is, punches him on the arm, compliments his tracking skills in a vaguely threatening manner, and jumps back out to assist with the chaos

legolas collapses by tauriel’s bedside, still clutching his bow. tauriel pats him on the thigh reassuringly

neither of them are surprised elrond knows the fëanorians - they stayed in his place in tol eressëa for a while, dude knows literally everyone - but they don’t really know why

closer to dawn, elrond’s voice drifts up into the hideout. he’s going on this long irritated rant that climaxes in an extremely exasperated ‘valardamnit dad!’

maglor cackles. tauriel’s like ‘huh didn’t know that.’ legolas makes a face like he accidentally swallowed a spider

by this point, tauriel’s known the brothers hellspawn for long enough legolas has been unnervingly close to a kinslayer way more times than he’d like

this is the longest he’s spent in proximity to them by far, but it’s not the only time he’s interacted with them. they seem to like tauriel, and he knows she can take care of herself

but like still

it keeps happening, though. as tauriel further ingratiates herself with these awful awful elves, her two separate social circles keep bleeding into each other

take the time legolas and co visited the aulendili

before they left middle-earth, gimli whipped round every dwarf they knew and assembled several volumes of complaints. they refuse to confirm or deny whether aulë is the maker, but they are determined someone’s gonna hear their grievances

and thus a small wagon train of wood elves head up into the mountains. including tauriel

tauriel offhandedly mentioned the upcoming trip to the twins, and amras was like ‘hey we’ve got family up there!’ a few messages went up and down the funicular, and now gimli and crew have a place to crash up there

they’re put up by some of the fëanorians’ less murderous (if equally loud) relatives. it’s a pretty interesting trip

half the town is redheads. several people still mistake tauriel for a fëanorian. it’s been happening a lot in the wider noldorin territory lately, it’s weird

caranthir stumbles up into town about halfway through their visit. he gets into an extremely long philosophical argument with gimli that somehow ends with a mutual dwarven nod of respect

he also ends up fighting back-to-back with tauriel in one of those debatebrawls so common among the noldor. neither of them is quite sure how it happens

that’s the way it goes, isn’t it. there’s no big official moment when tauriel becomes part of the family

she just grows closer to them over her time in valinor, as they do to her

she merges into their social world. she develops a rapport with maglor’s wife - a first age mountain sinda and a third age forest avar don’t have that much in common, but they are both looking at noldorin culture from the outside. they have so many injokes about ridiculous bling

(it goes the other way too. this childhood friend oc of hers i’m developing - pretty sweet guy, the token sane man in the legolas-tauriel-him trinity - gets along really well with celebrimbor)

this one time tauriel punches a guy out for calling elrond a traitor. it doesn’t matter that he’s like three times her age, he is babey

she gets chewed out by maedhros and tests out new devices for curufin and drops in on nerdanel for tea. even though she doesn’t permanently live in the definitely-not-fëanorian quarter, she has her own personal space in its innermost warren

she’s one of them long before anyone consciously realises it

what causes that realisation is, admittedly, partially the conspiracy theories. if you say something often enough, you’ll start to believe it, and while the tauriel origin stories circulating through the noldorin rumour mill vary a lot in the details they all agree she is a fëanorian

but that’s a gradual long-term thing. it’s one more thread that leads to the moment

because there has to be an inflection point, i think. the fëanorians have plenty of family friends within the ranks of their definitely-not-minions. some are even as close to them as tauriel’s become

something has to happen to show she’s something more. fortunately, as demonstrated by the darkening and the númenorian invasion, no matter how peaceful it seems, history never stops

shit goes down. the exact details i’ll admit i don’t know yet, but at some point some sort of massive crisis rocks all of valinor. it’s during that crisis that tauriel does stuff that makes it blindingly obvious she’s not just on her side, but one of them

what stuff? again, i don’t know yet. i have this mental image of her leading a strike team that’s half definitely-not-minions and half legolas’ people through a burning city to do... something badass, but that’s as specific as i can get atm

what i am certain about, is that throughout the unfolding of the crisis, tauriel is permanently on the fëanorians’ side, just like they’re on hers

it’s one thing to be someone’s friend in bright happy days. it’s another thing to stick by them when everything’s falling to pieces and the whole world is against them. it’s in the depths of this crisis that both parties have the chance to fully prove their worth to each other

that probably wouldn’t be enough on its own, but combined with the friendship and the conspiracy theories and just the general way she is, once the dust settles it’s blazingly clear that tauriel is a daughter of the house of fëanor

there’s a little debate about where exactly she fits on the family tree, but not much. our sample size is admittedly small, but third generation fëanorians tend to have the slightest modicum of common sense? elrond and celebrimbor both have a fair degree of self-awareness and at least a few brain cells

tauriel does not. tauriel is mad, bad, and dangerous to know, just smart enough to understand that her sheer chaoticness is something she can channel but not nearly close to regularly thinking through the consequences of her actions. she’s loud and violent and does whatever she wants whenever she wants without a single thought towards what people will think of her

and more than that, she doesn’t relate to the second generation fëanorians the way the third generation does. she’s their friend and partner-in-crime, not one of their precious perfect must-protect children. she gets jerked around and bullied and does all that stuff right back, and while she doesn’t have a solid place in the second generation’s internal hierarchy yet she would easily slot in

no, tauriel’s a second generation fëanorian, one of fëanor and nerdanel’s horrible children. the fact that fëanor is currently indisposed and unable to provide an opinion on the matter doesn’t seem to bother anyone

she gets inducted into the family in a massive group hug, and from then on out the brothers hellspawn are the siblings hellspawn

her new family doesn’t replace her old one, of course, she has a long talk with elrond wherein she hashes this out. she’s still a silvan of the greenwood

she’s just also the little sister of the most bloodthirsty elves in history

(that sound in the background is legolas screaming)

[strangefellows]

Get ready for the great american novel

Atsushi, Chuuya, Arjuna, Nightingale, Moran, P5 Makoto

LMAO NO PLEASE GIVE ME MORE FEED ME

First impression

Atsushi: awwwwwwww babey

Chuuya: oh god oh fuck he's my type shit

Arjuna: huh! indian servant! i know literally nothing about indian mythology beyond names of gods/goddesses, so Okay I Guess

Nightingale: SHE'S WHAT CLASS NOW???? WHAT??????

Moran: MTP version? Like, "oh fuck he's my type huh"

Makoto: Oh. Oh god. It's just me. Mortifying ordeal time....

Impression now

Atsushi: AWWWWW BABEY X100 he's a precious angel with so much trauma and deserves to be protected, but also baby stop relying on Dazai so much.

Chuuya: HE'S STILL MY TYPE and I love him a lot and the concept of Arahabaki is fucking fascinating. There's a lot of potential there, but also I just. Love this bitch ass tiny mafioso.

Arjuna: He's not one of my favorite Servants, but he has his very cute moments as someone very serious or trying to be serious who gets dragged into Bullshit as not so above it all. His irrational rivalry with Karna is hilarious.

Nightingale: What the fuck do you mean she was this fucking weird in real life??? But also she's very fun, if terrifying.

Moran: I need to catch up on MTP but I still love him, and in general he's one of the more fascinating bit parts in the Holmes stories and has a lot of potential for fun.

Makoto: WE STAN A QUEEN. She's amazing. I love her. She's like me only ballsier, I wish I had her in high school.

Favorite moment

Atsushi: Probably either him rescuing Kyouka the first time on the train, or him beating the absolute mcfuck out of Fitzgerald. Be brave little tiger! Oh also him wrecking Shibusawa.

Chuuya: THE ENTIRE DRAGON FIGHT IN DEAD APPLE CHANGED MY LIFE PERMANENTLY. But also, Fifteen was so good.

Arjuna: I'm not counting Godjuna, so probably him showing up in events to be overly serious and straight man and failing.

Nightingale: Her speech to Cu Alter at the end, her Santa event, her being so unamused with Dantes.

Moran: OH GOD IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I READ MTP....but his arc with his former army stuff was really good.

Makoto: Her awakening for sure, also her all out attack makes me giddy I love the freezeframe.

Idea for a story

Atsushi: Honey get a vacation. Go to the beach. Do normal teenager things.

Chuuya: exploring Arahabaki in venues other than Stormbringer, hellyeah.

Arjuna: YOU WILL TELL ME ABOUT YOUR BROTHERS IN THE FATEVERSE YOU NERD

Nightingale: Interactions with the rest of the Chaldea Nursing Staff would be very fun.

Moran: I HAVE NO IDEA WHOOPS

Makoto: As with all my P5 answers for this, More Akechi Interactions, I want them to talk about her dreams for commissionership and how she understands forcing yourself into a Perfect Little Japanese Teenager box to fit in and meet expectations.

Unpopular opinion

Atsushi: I don't know opinions on him? Whoops.

Chuuya: While I don't mind the stuff Stormbringer did as much as most people seemed to, I do agree that I think Asagiri leaned too much into Nasu's "magic is computer science" mindset.

Arjuna: ....I don't have enough opinions on him oops.

Nightingale: What are opinions on her even?

Moran: .....I don't like BBC Sherlock. Fullstop.

Makoto: I think she needs to really reflect on what her dream means considering her relationships with Akira "burned hard by the justice system" Kurusu and knowing Akechi and what he went through, and she needs to be aware of what it means to be a police officer.

Favorite relationship

Atsushi: More than him and Dazai, I love him and Kyoka and the rest of the ADA and the found family needs to get explored more.

Chuuya: SOUKOKU AAAAAAA----

Arjuna: Obviously him and Karna, lets go boys.

Nightingale: I don't ship it, but her and Dantes' thing they've got going where he calls her Mercedes as a nickname and he thinks she's fucking insane -- not that he's not, but not in that way -- it's hilarious.

Moran: Him and James and the rest of the Moriarty team are always good.

Makoto: Her relationship with all the PT is very good! If I didn't ship shuake as hard as I did I'd definitely like her and Joker together.

Favorite headcanon

Atsushi: Teach this boi how to do normal teen stuff please, he doesn't know things most teenagers should.

Chuuya: Not sure! I don't have many headcanons.

Arjuna: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Nightingale: She can will and HAS knocked people out to make them at least get five minutes rest. She's terrified even the other Berserkers by this point.

Moran: God I cannot remember.

Makoto: I don't think I have too many headcanons for her!

[kotokos-cafe]

hihi!! your blog is lookin great mod kotoko!!!

may i request cuddling hcs for shuichi, hajime and makoto? :0

thank ya!!! -mod makoto :3

I know who this is! Ilysm~! My heart went thump-thump-thump while writing this! :D

@achilles-writing-corner, I hope this is to your standards!

~ Mod Kotoko

Cuddling Headcanons For Makoto Naegi, Hajime Hinata, And Shuichi Saihara

Very, very gentle and very, very soft!

He's a certified Smol Bean™, so it's probably better if he's the little spoon.

He feels safe in your arms with the feeling of you protecting him, and he deserves that feeling of warmth and comfort after all this babey's been through.

Play. With. His. Hair.

He'll be blushy and embarrassed about it, and tell you that you don't have to do that, but you know he loves it.

Plus, he gets so submissive when you do, willing to do anything for you!

It's a show of vulnerability and trust towards you, and the way he nuzzles into you and leans into your touch only exemplifies that.

His favorite position is the spooning position as the little spoon!

The way he just melts into your touch is his way of subtly saying "I love you".

He would honestly prefer to fall asleep like this with you, being the gentle and sweet boy he is.

Not really a fan of silent cuddling. It makes him feel awkward and a bit unloved. :[

He'd like to talk about how much you love each other during this, but he doesn't want to come off as sappy or too needy for you, plus he is Shy Boi™ Numero Uno.

He'd much rather just hear your voice talking about anything, to be quite honest, but don't be too surprised if you end up lulling him to sleep with how safe and relaxed he feels with you!

He has the cutest, softest lil snores... But don't bring that up! He'll get super blushy and embarrassed, and be reluctant to fall asleep in your arms again.

This egg would give absolutely anything to spend eternity like this with you.

He cherishes these moments of sweet, gentle bliss with you, cuddling into each others' warmth and falling in and out of slumber like this.

Our tangerine baby is the big spoon, no questions asked. It'll take a lot of prodding to get him to let you big the big spoon. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that he was always raised to believe that he should be "the man" in the relationship. Toxic masculinity is toxic.

His favorite position is the Sweetheart Cradle, with you on his chest.

He feels he can better protect you this way, especially after the events of the Killing Game.

He actually prefers silent cuddling, enjoying the intimacy of being so quiet, yet everything being understood. He craves that understanding between him and his partner.

Don't be misled, though. You laughing is the most precious sound in the world to him, so he will absolutely slip a few jokes into your cuddling sessions here and there.

Like Makoto, it's a show of submission and trust when he allows you access to those vulnerable parts of himself (his throat, stomach, and chest, to be more precise).

And you're very special if he does so, considering how closed-off Hajime normally is.

He quite enjoys the playful sort of thing where he tickles you when you aren't expecting it!

He's ticklish, too, though, so you have an easy way of getting back at him.

Hajime rarely falls asleep during cuddle time. He's far too energetic and done with everyone else's bullshit (*Cough cough* Hiyoko) to fall asleep without stressing or having surplus energy later.

He'd be the type to play with your hair! If you let him, he'll try to style it into funny different hairstyles!

If you twist his ahoge, you'll have him instantly flustered and defeated.

On thee rare occasion he does fall asleep holding you, he'll tell you goodnight with some cute nickname.

"Goodnight, Dandelion."

And then, just like that, he's out and you're trapped! Better to just join him in slumber, honestly, because I guarantee that, unless you're the Ultimate Bodybuilder, you aren't escaping his clutches. He hangs onto you for dear life, I swear-

All in all, babey gives pretty good cuddles, would recommend!

This child of Jesus is absolutely a cuddling switch! He doesn't care about being the big spoon or the little spoon, though he leans toward the latter.

It honestly depends on your preference, though if he really needs to be held, he may ask if you'll be the big spoon that night.

Or, if you also have no preference, it'll just be whoever needs to be held more that night. For instance, if he had a particularly gorey case to work that day, he'll cuddle up next to you and just sob his little heart out about how awful it was and how guilty he felt.

He likes domestic, soft chat with you during cuddling. Stuff about whether or not you want pets, and when, usually.

Another sucker for you playing with his hair!

Honestly, if you do that, he may fall asleep.

Sleepy Shuichi is very, very cute Shuichi. He gets ten times more cuddly and lovey-dovey.

He is naturally very cold, so your warmth is something he craves very much.

This poor boy more than likely has some sort of PTSD from his detective work, so you may have to be patient if he wakes you up by screaming, trembling, and shaking. Poor babey...

If you actually take the time to wake him up from his nightmares and just cuddle him, that's it, it's over for him, he's head over heels in love with you.

If you end up falling asleep, he will be so terrified to move, because this innocent and gentle babey doesn't want to wake you up. That'd be rude!

I headcanon Shuichi as being a dog person, so more often than not, his dog decides to join you as a third party cuddler.

He tends to groggily mumble praises to you, with soft sighs and gentle breaths.

"You're so cute, S/O..." "I love you so much..." "Please keep being perfect..."

If you complimented him back, however, it would be like his brain shutdown.

He can only take so much praise and teasing, though, so be careful!

1000000000/10 SHSL Cuddler, would cuddle again.

[yee-fxcking-haw]

ay yo I need some fuckin aizawa content STAT for some serotonin

BitCh me too. You're getting soft horni Shota because that's all my brain can do.

•Take It Easy•

Summary: Shota Aizawa eats pussy like a champ I will DIE on this damn hill.

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x FemReader

Warnings: Oral Sex (female receiving), Light spanking, Daddy Aizawa cuz I cannot fucking help myself, Unprotected Sex, Creampie babey

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As soon as he can get you there, Shota has you on your back. Hair still damp from your shower, skin damp from a fresh layer of sweat. You would be irritated with him for getting you this nasty so soon after getting clean, but how can you protest when he's making you feel so damn good?

Your back sticks to the sheets, his black waves clenched in your fists as you rock your hips against his skilled mouth

He's knuckle deep, tonguing at your swollen clit as you lay there and fall apart so sweetly for him.

"You gonna cum for me, kitten? You gonna let Daddy taste you?" He mumbles against you, breath heavy, eyes full of lust.

You nod and whine and roll your body, unable to articulate any kind of intelligent answer. Your core aches against his tongue, tightening more and more with every flick of the muscle.

A sharp smack lands on the outside of your thigh as his other arm bars over your hips.

"Use your words. You can do that for me, right?" He taunts, knowing damn well you're nearly incoherent.

"Daddy, please, want your cock." You sob as he sucks as your clit, curling his fingers as he pins you to the bed.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to kneel between your legs, replacing his mouth with his thumb, working at your soft spots as he smirks down at the mess you're making for him.

"So sloppy, Kitten. All this and I've barely even started." The low rumble of his voice makes you shiver, it makes your walls tremble and your head spin.

"You want my cock?" He asks, nodding down at his hard, pretty length.

"Please- fuck- please. I'll be good, I'll be so good." You don't even have to try to sound desperate, you just are.

"Oh you poor thing." He muses before removing his hands. You immediately jolt and open your mouth to protest.

He stops any argument by pressing his slick covered fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to gag you as he takes his cock in his other hand.

You whimper and lay back as he pushes you down, running his head up and down your dripping heat.

"Take it easy, baby, Daddy's got you."

Your eyes roll back as his hips start to move, sucking on his fingers while he works himself into you. The stretch is always exquisite, always so sweet. He takes his time, never really thrusting, just moving in and out at a pace that makes you drool.

He's all black velvet and vanilla syrup, sweet and devilish as he watches your lip quiver as tears fall. He revels in the feeling of your nails down his back, he etches your sweet faces into his memory.

"Good little girl, you take it so well, so fucking good." He praises, voice growing raspy, losing his composure just enough to let his hips fall against yours a bit harder.

Your insides go all gooey when you see the tender way he's looking down at you, you crumble completely when his hand finds its home around your throat. Your high is soft, silky and warm as he fucks your through it.

You twitch and cry like a good little girl, like his good little girl. Heat builds in his body as he feels you cream all over his fat cock, walls massaging him so perfectly. He meets his own end just after you, hands gorging themselves on your body wherever he can get a grip.

You feel his length pulse inside you, cherishing the warmth that fills you as his release paints your insides. Your precious little cries only make him finish harder, groaning into your skin as he spills and spills and spills.

You both cling to each other, bodies rolling and grinding as you feel out your blessed aftershocks.

He presses a long kiss into your damp forehead.

"Perfect, Kitten, so fucking perfect."