#a lil self indulgent birthday card

[mountainshroom]

Happy birthday to me !! ✨

Guys I’m finally 18 am I cool now

[saninthebuilding]

"with you"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: celebrating your birthday has never been your thing. but with jungkook, it can be pretty amazing. and you realize how much he means to you as your special day comes to a close.

❤️‍🩹 word count: tba

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, domestic vibes

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of sleep, mentions of teary eyes, mentions of food, birthday, jungkook being an absolute sweetheart

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil self-indulgent drabble all for myself. :]

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"you're really tired huh?" i hear his grin before i see it, forcing my eyes open just enough to see a teasing smile playing on jungkook's lips.

"mm, very" i mumble tiredly, before shifting closer to him.

he pulls the covers back as he pulls me towards him, making room for me in his arms.

the two of us were currently piled up together in bed, the exhaustion of a busy day having long-since worn us both down to the bone. it had been my birthday today, and jungkook had made it his mission to ensure i enjoyed it to the fullest.

i wasn't really big on my birthday- it just wasn't that important to me. after all, it's only the day i was born. what's so special about that?

but jungkook was having none of that today. he'd woken me up early, practically dragging me out of bed and forcing me to get ready. then he'd taken me out for brunch, before driving the both of us down to the amusement park i had briefly mentioned 3 weeks earlier. then after spending the entire afternoon enjoying all the rides he brought me home, where the other members had set up a mini party with just the 8 of us. and finally, when everyone left, he had taken me out to see the night sky, and then given me the gifts he'd bought me, plus a little something he'd made for me himself.

it had warmed my heart at how jungkook had planned the day so carefully, even remembering the little things i had talked about or mentioned liking. the amusement park, how my favourite flavour was chocolate, how i would love to go star-gazing with him someday.

he'd made so many of my wishes come true in only 24 hours, and it had all only reminded me of how lucky i was to have him by my side.

feeling a new wave of gratefulness, i pressed myself into his side, burying my face in his neck. he let out quiet chuckle, before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"you should sleep, baby" jungkook whispers, "we had a long day and i know you're tired."

i hum in agreement, but made no move to try and close my eyes. instead, i pressed my nose to his skin, marvelling at the scent of lavender and chamomile that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. leaning back just a bit, i tilt my head up to look at him, chin resting against his chest.

"thank you jungkook" i whisper, giving him a sleepy smile as i meet his soft gaze with drowsy eyes. "i loved today, it was absolutely wonderful. not because you bought me a bunch of stuff though-"

he lets out a giggle, nose scrunching up as his bunny teeth make an appearance in that smile i know so well, and i laugh with him.

"-but because i was with you. i wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much as i did if you weren't there, but i'm just as sure i'd have enjoyed staying in and doing nothing if it was with you. i got spend my birthday with you, and that was the best gift of all. you are the best gift, jungkook. and i love you so, so, so, so much."

i accentuate each "so" with a kiss: one to his collarbone, one to his neck, one on his cheek, and finally one to his lips.

he holds me there, warm hands coming up to gently cup my jaw as his thumbs brush over my cheeks. his lips are soft against mine, and he tastes like mint as he kisses me back. i let on hand rest on his chest and the other trail up into his hair, carding my fingers through the thick brown strands.

when we break apart i notice his expression has sobered up at my words, and i can see his eyes glistening in the dim moonlight peeking through the curtains.

"i love you" jungkook whispers, his voice thick with emotion. his hands move away from my face, only for him to pull me back into his embrace, letting his actions take over where words fail him.

i understand all the same, pressing a kiss to his chest, before hugging him closer. his warmth seeps through the soft cotton of his t-shirt, the black material stretching thin around his biceps as he holds me close. i let his heat surround me, the feeling of him lying here with me calm my mind and soul until i can feel my eyelids drooping as sleep begins to take over. 

it isn't long before i'm fast asleep, and jungkook notices this too, my even breaths echoing in the quiet of our shared room.

smiling to himself as he stares down at me, he adjusts the covers over my shoulders, before pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"happy birthday, y/n."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

[bunniesnuggie]

Hey it’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do an Eddie/ little! Reader and what he would do for their birthday? Hcs or fic, either one is cool :))

first of all, happy birthday lovie!!!! im gonna do head canons so i can get them out faster!!! sorry if it’s short and sucky, i wanted you to have them today :3

~ Birthday Baby! ~

cg!eddie munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: it’s your birthday, eddie’s favorite holiday

• eddie LOVES to celebrate you, doesn’t matter the reason

anniversaries (he’s the type to celebrate the day you first spoke to eachother, even if it was only a word), good grades, any accomplishments, tying you shoe and especially your birthday, to put it lightly he celebrates everything you do

• did someone say birth week?

because that’s what eddie heard when you told him when your birthday is. you’re his baby bunny boo-boo you deserve the best, and he feels bad that he can’t afford the best so he prolongs it for as long as possible

• like I stated in my first headcanons about Eddie, he doesn’t make a lot of money but he’s crafty

 homemade cards? Oh yeah, the pop-up kind. he may not be that good of a cook but he does try and he makes you breakfast in bed every morning, whatever you want!  And of course he writes a new addition of “Sir Edward the Noble Knight and his Precious Prince/ss” where it is the Royal‘s birthday. he makes birthday hats for all your stufffies so you can wake up to a tiny surprise party!!!

• takes you to build-a-bear!!

you both make bears that look like each other. yours is a brown bear with curly fur, you dressed him in a band tee, jeans, boots and your daddy even bought you a tiny guitar for him 🥹 his is your favorite color and is wearing a little onesie and we’ll as has it own tinier bear (bearception). he splurged so you both could record a secret message for them. his was a funny little song / lullaby he always sings to you, and you left him a sweet message about how much you love and appreciate him. he definitely doesn’t cry when he hears it, and he definitely doesn’t sleep with it when your not there. he does kick dustin’s ass for making fun of the little bear

• if you don’t like cake, he makes you a birthday sundae with a candel

a little self indulge sorry hehe but i don’t like cake (sensory thing) so all week you get a different treat with a candle in it!

• since he celebrates all month week he does at least one “big” surprise and one “little”

not like, in size. buy like you get a present big you would like; concert tickets, jewelry, recreational things 🧍🏻‍♀️etc. but he makes sure to get presents little you would like more; stuffies, blankeys, cartoons, little space gear. he loves to give you gifts in general, but you light up the most when small

• it’s basically a rule free week

no bed time, allowed sugary drinks and candy whenever, no limit on screen time, stuff like that. you still have to be his good babysitter. he’s already pretty lax anyway, but he still has things set for your own good. one week won’t hurt

• biggest celebration is on your actual birthday

it’s all day. you wake up to a huge breakfast in bed, alll your favorite foods are made. this is when the tiny stuffies surprise party is btw!! he has your daily card set out with two gifts on the night stand. he lets you pick out your lil birthday outfit, crown included and he takes you to do whatever you want that day!!! then that night he takes you to dinner, nothing super fancy, but it’s perfect. when it’s time for bed he puts an extra scoop of sugar into you angles milk <3

• you watch tangled a million times that week

bc duh

• he just loves his little peanut so much, thinks they deserve the best

(which you do!!) literally plans it a year in advanced, as soon as the day ends and your in bed. he’s reading you your new story and planning next years 🥹🥹

• ofc on his birthday, you always return the favour

he never got the normal birthday experience when he was young, so you try to give that to him, it makes him 🫠 so now, birthdays are a thing in the munson trailer

a/n : saw this and got super excited because my birthday is in two weeks, cancer supremacy :D

also i’m actually going to build-a-bear for mine so that’s where that came from!!

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[sw1mmingfoolz]

It's The Way You Learn To Love

pairing: any (male) idol x you

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ik this is something very different and HYYH is gonna be updated a lil later I have just been in my feels so. here's a short lil thing you can input your bias into (i originally wrote it for wonwoo actually haha) :) please. tell me what you think cuz tbh I am so insecure about my writing it's been a hot minute since I did so regularly lol, also to my fellow abused babes whose view of love has been warped because of what they've been through you're not alone and you deserve to have this! without further ado here is a very self indulgent drabble lol

It’s the way you thought he forgot your birthday. He comes home from work with a soft smile, excited to see you as always, and your heart sinks when you see his empty hands. He pulls you into a hug and tells you you’re going out for the night, and to wear whatever you like. You swallow the lump in your throat and do your makeup, and he takes you to the cinema; the fancy one you like, with the cushy sofas and drinks delivered to your seat. He buys a bottle of wine and pulls you back against his chest and presses a soft kiss into your hair, whispering “happy birthday, baby”, and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you.

“I thought you forgot, you didn’t get me anything”

“We just never did that in my family, so I didn’t really think to. I’m sorry, we can go shopping together after this if you want,” And you realise you hadn’t really discussed it, he wasn’t raised that way, and the memories you made that night meant more to you than any material possession could have. When your anniversary comes a few months later he arrives home holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

It’s the way he holds your hand in crowds because he knows you get anxious and, while he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he is scared of losing you in the sea of people. He traces circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly; a subconscious way of calming you down. And when you glance back at him he grins and gives your hand three squeezes - your own nonverbal way of saying “I love you”. You squeeze back. One. Two. Three.

It’s the way you got all done up because you weren’t feeling great about yourself and he doesn’t mention it. You are in a bad mood all day and even you don’t realise why. You go to see him in the practice room and the members are all slightly teasing.

“You’re looking just as good as he’s been saying,”

“He hasn’t shut up about you all day!”

And he kisses you in front of them all, which he never usually does, eyes adoring and bright as he gazes down at you. He sees the vulnerability in yours. He’s absolutely lovesick, he’s just shy, and you blush as he cups your face in his hands.

“You look so good, always,” he whispers, shutting out the oohing and aahing of the other men watching you.

It’s the way he reads to you in a deep, gentle voice as you lie in his lap and look up to watch his concentrated face. Every so often he moves his hand to card it through your hair, or lean down to kiss you briefly, and when you’re lulled into a peaceful sleep by the husky susurrations he chuckles softly and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you with. “I knew that would work,” he murmurs. You have been struggling to sleep recently. He keeps his fingers running through your tresses idly, unable to take his eyes off of you.

It’s the way he brings you random clay figures and kitschy knick knacks from antique shops because they made him think of you, your favourite chocolate bar from the corner store near your apartment because you had a bad day, your coffee in the morning from the coffee shop down the street because you’re too busy. And he never asks anything in return, but he never has to, because you do the same for him. You’re always on each other’s minds. Your apartment is full of tiny things. Your favourite is a set of baby blue and grey porcelain cat salt and pepper shakers, because they are so reminiscent of you both.

It’s the way he sits on the floor and holds you tight to him as your body shakes, wracked with sobs, as the stress overwhelms you. And he tells you your anxiety, your depression, your stress - they are not going to make him leave no matter how much you’ve been made to feel like they’re flaws. He tells you love is not the dopamine rush that makes you addicted to someone and he is not chasing a high - his love is caring, his love is patient, his love is not only available to you when you are happy and doing everything he wants. He tells you he hates that you’ve been made to feel like you’re only lovable when you’re useful or ‘nice to be around’, and that you never have to hide your bad days or be afraid to be vulnerable with him. Your fists are balled into his shirt and you apologise incoherently for ruining it with your tears. He kisses your forehead and rocks you in his lap, fingers tracing random shapes on your back. At one point he draws “i ♡ you” on your skin and you can’t help giggling through the tears. He knows you would do the same. In fact you have, many times.

It’s the way he stays silent as you yell at him, random things that don’t mean anything but you’re just too pent up to care. And he knows you’re getting overly emotional and starting arguments over nothing because of how you were raised and your tense home environment, he never blames you, he just waits until you’re all cried out before asking if you need space to calm down or are okay to talk about it now. You never insult him, it is never personal, and he gets it. He doesn’t have to, but he does.

It’s the way you need to vent and he just sits and nods. He listens intently, and he isn’t waiting for his turn to speak. He isn’t thinking about what he could say. He’s genuinely listening, and when you’re finished he tells you it sounds stressful, and he’s proud of you, and he’s always there to hear you out, and you feel a million pounds lighter.

It’s the way you’re both screaming, the atmosphere is tense, and neither of you can really remember why you got so angry. His pride doesn’t get in the way though, and he makes sure every time you fight to tell you he loves you, because he knows you’re scared he’ll leave. And he reminds you it’s normal to fight, and you will talk it out and be okay, and no matter what he adores you and is not going anywhere just because you disagree on something. Because you’re two different people, of course you will have different opinions, but at the end of the day you are one. You tell him you love him too.

It’s the way you have to unlearn everything you were ever taught.

It’s the way he gives you the space to.

It’s the way he loves you.

He loves you.

[poisonouswritings]

Could you imagine the rest of the starsworn gagging and watching sage fall in love with mc? They find them randomly napping together in the library, in trees, on couches all over fathom and even in balconies sometimes. Sage literally turns into a puppy around mc and it doesnt help the fact that mc was the only one able to calm sage down in arguments (for example when Elowen showed up at balsams house idk which chapter). The second mc walks into the room sages eyes are on mc (like in chapter 11 when mc wakes up the first time and sage is all like 'daww you look cute when you drool :3') and somehow he's still in denial about his feelings. So how would the rest of the starsworn react to that? All of a sudden the same dude they've grown up with is gushing over someone like a little boy with a crush. Everytime they argue and sage storms out they think he's going to get a drink but an hour later they find him in MC's lap fast asleep with his ears pinned back. (I dunno about y'all but my cats take naps when they're mad and i think sage would do that too).

Also small dates with sage in the fathom kitchen,,,, y'all just eat whatever you can find in the pantry,,,,sage lays his coat down on the floor so y'all can sit comfortably,,,and you guys just talk about anything and everything,,,,,and it's so soft and quiet,,, But the next morning the rest of the starsworn don't find it so cute when they're trying to reach the coffee in the bottom cabinets.

IM GUNNA BE FLOODING YOUR INBOX A LITTLE MORE NOW >:D

Also......why would your mom lie to you about your birthday 🧍 if she wanted to honor her grandmother,,,, why does she need your birthday for it,,,,,it's supposed to be YOUR special day??

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

You wanna hear more stuff about my mom? 'Course you do. But I'll put it at the bottom under a read more so people can skip it.

Anyways you're completely right and that's adorable and I miss Sage so much. Also yay! I love getting your asks :)

GN!Reader, kitty cat cuddles, denial, everyone hates you two (affectionate)

Sage follows you around everywhere, tail wagging and ears fluffy and trying to wipe that love-struck smile off his red face but whenever Anisa points it out Sage just says he thought of a funny joke

He gets steals you little presents from the marketplace and when Felix teases him Sage says he's just trying to help you feel more at home since someone ripped you away from your world (and Felix feels a lil guilty every time)

He learns how to make your favorite Earth dishes and when Tulsi asks about it Sage just says he's broadening his culinary horizons

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After enough time has passed Felix and Anisa just default to looking for you after they get into a fight with Sage because that's where he always is anyways. Bonus points if you're significantly smaller than him and he's just smothering you with his tiddies while you awkwardly have a book open off to the side so you can still kinda read. You ask them to get you water since you obviously can't move.

You're in a tree and laying on his chest while you guys stargaze and he tells you about the different consolations. I think he and Tulsi probably made up stories for them when they were younger and he tells you those.

(self indulgent) if it's during the day he might take you bird watching, especially since you're already in a tree. But you have to sit in his lap :3 to make sure he doesn't pounce on the birds :3 that's it that's totally the only reason why :3

He has a nightmare and he just crawls into your bed while trying not to wake you up because he doesn't wanna talk about it he just needs to be near you right now

Sleeping in the kitchen,, Anisa wakes up first and goes to make tea and Sage growls at her because She's Gonna Wake You Up >:(

He drags you into a sunbeam to take a nap and for the next two hours you just have this giant cat sleeping in your lap. Felix brings cards and Anisa brings snacks and you guys just have a little poker party while Sage snores on you

But the entire time he keeps insisting he doesn't have feelings for you

I've been rewatching The Nanny lately and Tulsi is Niles, aka just screaming in the background for you two to get together already.

And re: my mother...

When I was in 6th grade I had to write a poem for English class and one of the lines I wrote was 'staying up late during summer laughing with my best friends' and since I had typed it on the home computer, she had access to it, and changed it to 'staying up late during summer laughing with my mom, my best friend'

I was having really bad memory problems in middle school and at one point she had told me to ask my counselor something and I'd completely forgotten and I broke down crying because I was so frustrated with myself and she screamed at me and told me to 'stop trying to guilt her'

I was on the highschool golf team and I didn't do very well in one of the matches (performance anxiety, I wonder why) and she screamed at me the entire ride home, calling me pathetic and a loser and a waste of money and so on.

I have deutal colorblindness, meaning I can't see a portion of shades everyone else can. For my birthday I got Enchroma glasses, which let me see full colors. About a week later she took them away because I was 'being disrespectful' because I disagreed with her about something (don't remember what anymore). I didn't get them back for four months.

One time she was wrong about something minor and I told her so and she got annoyed. I told her everyone is wrong sometimes, that's part of being human, and she snapped and said that she didn't want me to see her as human, she wanted me to see her as a god. I still couldn't actually tell you if she was joking or not.

For a while whenever I would defend myself over something she would scream and cry that I was gaslighting or being hateful or hurting her or whatever and I now have crippling anxiety and refuse to ever defend myself because I'm afraid of being seen as abusive

She's fine like 80% of the time but the other 20% she's absolutely psychotic and that's a big part of the reason why I have such severe self-esteem issues 🙃

[chibichibisha]

Are you ever going to tells us how ermine and deuce first met/how they fell in love, and possibly headcanons?

*CRACKS KNUCKLES* Thanks for indulging me in my ship 💖😭

Disclaimer: This is based on my own universe so some of the stuff mentioned there are part of the cards I'm doing for them, it's full of headcanons too for sure even if I try to stick to canon material as much as I can. The romantic relationship of my oc's are not actually implied or appear directly on cards, so this is me sharing what actually happens outside that! It's quite long lmao

Deuce and Ace first see Ermine at the welcome party the first years have after the ceremonial entrance. They later meet him better on Heartslabyul chapter, as he is still at Riddle's side during the dorm incident, and they do not talk personally or directly. It's when Trey tells them about Riddle's situation and Ermine's first year at the school that they understand that Ermine is just behaving how he is supposed to behave, and it's not the real him. They are the ones that save him, along with all the other residents as well, from Riddle's tyrannical reign and it's when Ermine drops the facade and really shows how he was hurting.

They later have the opportunity to see how Ermine is outside the dorm duties, and they realize Ermine is not at all cool: he looks stressed and panicking all the time, and running everywhere. He also seems very scared of certain students that seem violent. One of these times is when he sees Deuce revert to his delinquent side and lose his cool and since then, Ermine gets terrified of him.

On Ermine's Gym uniform card, Ace mentions Ermine always runs away when he sees Deuce outside the dorm, because of this, and Deuce seems to feel a bit guilty because he really didn't want to scare him off. From then, he tries to be polite and nice with Ermine to show that he is actually a nice guy.

The moment they start to approach a bit more is when an unbirthday party approaches, and Deuce needs to get better at maths, or he won't be able to attend the game nor the party (The story of their dorm uniform cards). Riddle lends him one of his notebooks for study, and Ermine tutores him to help him, because he sees it like part of a dorm obligation at first. Deuce gets happy about it since it's a good opportunity to show he can be a good student and not a scary guy, and he is able to make Ermine behave more like he truly is, and not the "perfect attendant" persona he picks up there.

He respects and holds Ermine in a very good opinion since then, and them, with Ace, start to hang out more too. So it's a natural process of them becoming friends, honestly. The first who falls for the other is Deuce, definitely, and he doesn't even realize first. It has to be Ace the one that jokingly tells him "you surely likes Ermine-senpai more than what you realiza, huh?" which makes Deuce think for a moment, and react with a "Maybe" while Ace jolt surprised. Deuce naturally accepts it in a way. He never fell in love before, he cannot even talk to girls and at first, Ermine didn't even approach him, so he didn't know how it was supposed to be. If the case is that he may like Ermine more than a friend, he is good with it. He is pretty positive, honestly.

But Deuce is not experienced in this, so whenever he tries to make a step, he becomes too embarrassed and Ermine doesn't understand anything, he tries him as he is being an idiot. Fortunately, Deuce is best when he doesn't think too much about stuff, so he ends up being very smooth and flirty when he doesn't intend it. Since Ermine keeps tutoring Deuce because they work well together, Deuce may comment on stuff in a sweet or endearing way that makes Ermine embarrassed. He will stare at him unintentionally or mention that he looks cute that day, just for Ermine to get red and kind of annoyed because he is not taking it seriously, but it's affecting him.

Ermine only starts to consider something like this when Deuce gets used to getting giddy about being with Ermine, showing that off, and admitting, confessing, that he indeed likes him for real. And that makes Ermine reject any type of feeling he might start to have knowing this, because he had always been very dishonest about what he really wanted, and this is no exception. Deuce may say he likes him, but Ermine is not gonna let it happen. Also, he doesn't have very good self-esteem, and Deuce is definitely a good guy, it wouldn't even work.

That doesn't mean, though, that he doesn't think about it, and starts to fall for Deuce' sweet side as well.

The first moment he begins to accept it a bit is during the VDC and the culture festival. Deuce spends two weeks preparing for that and Ermine realizes how different it feels without having Deuce around, which makes him longer a bit for the feelings. He is a bit busy himself so he tries to not think much about it. But when he hears from Riddle that Deuce broke the rules and got out of campus with Epel, he panics a little bit because he doesn't know anything. It's really the only moment there is a misunderstanding between them, because Ermine feels bad during all that, until he is able to talk directly to Deuce, and he does, of course. For the first time he has the courage to really ask him if Duece got tired of the thing they might have, whatever it is, because Ermine is always backing up from that, and if it's the case, he should be saying him clearly. Deuce doesn't understand at first, but when Ermine mentions Epel, he kind of gets it, even if Ermine is not explaining himself clearly. He apologizes because he should have talked clearly to Ermine earlier, but didn't know how to do it. It's okay because Ermine actually trusts Deuce after all that, and that is when it is still a bit unresolved, but they somehow know they like each other.

The flirty shenanigans keep going, with Deuce telling Ermine that he will do his best if Ermine ever let him, until the Star Sending happens and Ermine knows how work Deuce works for the festival to happen, protecting the tree and the stars and practicing hard for the dance, that Ermine realize he really fell after all for Deuce. Looking at him like that makes him feel kind of proud and he finds him cool, he is drawn to him. At this point, he doesn't want to run away anymore from it, he just wants to be with Deuce. So after the festival, when everything is over, he approaches Deuce with the intention to tell him something, he doesn't know what exactly tho. But instead of that, he just kisses Deuce for the first time and tells him he did a really good job. It leaves Deuce speechless, but seconds later he is just too happy about it.

Some dating Deumine headcanons:

Their dates are mostly study dates, to be honest. None of them see this as a problem because, actually, they like to hang out alone, and just talk. Deuce wants to get Ermine into dates outside campus though, and give him magical wheels rides.

He actually did this on Ermine's birthday.

Deuce is definitely more open about it. Once he passes the questioning phase of him liking someone (and a guy, but that's not exactly that important) and that makes him feel embarrassed, he is the type to talk about how cute his partner is and how happy he is around him, because he is really an honest guy.

Ermine on the other hand, is much more introverted about it and even if he is pretty much in love with Deuce, he is still embarrassed and running away from those praises. He doesn't do well with them.

Also yes, Deuce is the more touchy one. He hugs and kisses Ermine most of the time, while Ermine is the type to lean in against Deuce or pull his sleeve. He gives Deuce shy kisses and is much more cuddly as well if he is in the mood.

Ermine finds it endearing that Deuce likes lil chickens and eggs. Yuu told them that there's a festivity in the world where they come from where people believe a rabbit brings colorful eggs to kids. It sounds too crazy for Ermine but Deuce loves the idea.

Deuce is sometimes the intense guy type, and he will mention that he would marry Ermine in a heartbeat, which makes Ermine to call him an idiot, but it affects him.

Everyone in Heartslsabyul knows they are dating because they never intended to keep it a secret. But that just leads to some embarrassing moments of Cater mentioning them being a couple.

Deuce always wants to show how he is able to take care of Ermine whenever he needs it, and how is okay with Ermine being the way he is. He wants to be seen reliable and as cool as he sees Ermine, so that just fuels his goal of being a honor students more. Ermine supports him, of course.

Deuce talked to his mom about Ermine and she can't believe her son is dating someone, she definitely wants to meet him. From Ermine' side, he just told his big sister, and she is also supportive. On the future, Deuce's mom and Ermine's big sister are the ones who helps them the most.

They are the most sweet and lovey dovey when they both are alone.

[clood]

for my beloved selkie <3

written for the greed island server card #92, swap ticket! please find a self-indulgent lil thing for selkie under the cut and on ao3!

The fact that your girlfriend appears to have no birthday has always been a fact that has confused you. Now, you’re not really confused by the fact that she doesn’t know it—no, coming from a place like Meteor City, it’s actually quite common not to have an official birthday—but rather by the fact that Machi has never even picked one for herself. 

“Why do I need a whole day to acknowledge the fact that I’m alive?” she had said when you’d asked her why. “I’m here, aren’t I? Isn’t that enough?”

And, you suppose, you can’t really argue with that. 

However, birthday or no birthday, you simply will not be stopped from trying to find at least one, singular baked good she will actually like to eat. Every day that you, a human with a gigantic sweet tooth, is doomed to spend in love with a woman who Does Not like sweets is absolute torture—or it would be, if you didn’t get to bask in her sweet kisses and that icy blue stare. 

You love Machi, and you love baking, so naturally it’s become your life’s mission to make something she’ll enjoy. The fact that you always present it to her on the third day of the third month every year has absolutely nothing to do with birthdays. Because you definitely don’t wish her a happy one. Nor do you sing her a song about it in your head as you present her with her annual treat. And, before anyone asks, the date doesn’t have anything to do with a certain incredibly sexy tattoo she has, that only you and her closest friend Pakunoda have ever seen the location of. No, never. 

And if Machi has ever caught on to your little game, she’s never said anything. Though, you suspect she’d probably humor you silently before ever admitting to the fact that she might not actually hate the entire idea of birthdays. And cakes.  

But just what the fuck is culinary-grade matcha?

This year, you’ve settled on a matcha sponge cake. After scouring the internet for a new cake recipe that isn’t heaped to the high heavens with tooth-rottingly sweet buttercream, you’d finally decided that maybe a sponge made with green tea might suit your girlfriend’s tastes. However, this has led you down a rabbit-hole of food bloggers arguing back and forth about the merits of regular versus culinary-grade matcha in their incredibly long-winded posts and in each other’s comments sections. 

After staying up so late trying to figure out the mystery that Machi came home from her latest job to find you, somehow, still awake and shouting nonsense at your monitor, you’ve finally decided enough is enough. All you’ve really been able to glean from the heated online arguments is that maybe there’s some difference in the leaves used? But, like, isn’t all tea just leaves anyway? The store really only has the one kind, and you’re sort of pressed for time here, so whatever is in the “tea for plebs” section of your local discount grocery store is simply going to have to do. 

When you make it to the part of the recipe that demands you beat the eggs and sugar within an inch of their lives—and yours, it seems—you have to close your eyes and remind yourself how much you love your girlfriend because yesterday was arm day at the gym and you could hardly lift your left hand over your head to get the sugar down from its spot in the cabinet. 

“For Machi!” you mutter softly under your breath, revving up the motors of your biceps and going absolutely ham on those eggs. After that nonsense is complete, it’s thankfully pretty straightforward! Fold in the flour and the tea, bake for thirty minutes, stab the sponge like it’s one of Machi’s many voodoo dolls from her prized collection. 

You debate on making some whipped cream to sit atop your lovely green creation, as your chosen food blogger recommends, but decide against it at the last minute for fear of overwhelming her delicate taste buds with too much sweetness. A light dusting of matcha and powdered sugar will suffice, and you’re bounding out of the kitchen to present Machi with her birthday cake before it’s even fully cooled. 

“And to what do I owe the occasion?” Machi asks with a subtle smile, the hint of a joke playing on the corners of her lips. 

You set the small cake down on the table and usher your girlfriend into her seat, hoping that she gets it at the same time that you hope she doesn’t. “Do I need an occasion to bake for my beloved girlfriend?”

Machi laughs softly and rolls her eyes, knocking her forehead into your shoulder as you lean over her, adjusting the plate so it sits just so in front of her. She makes grabby hands for the fork that sits just out of reach on the other side of the kitchen table, sneaking a kiss on your cheek when you reach over to get it for her. Whether or not you blush is of nobody’s concern. 

The next several moments are tense as you watch Machi lift the smallest of bites up to her delicate mouth and gingerly taste the sponge. You do your very best not to be distracted by the way her pink pout looks with the smallest amount of green powder on them, choosing instead to pretend like you’re on the latest season of Sliced, Menchi and Buhara’s newest cooking show on the Cuisine Channel, and she’s the judge who is about to make or break your entire life. 

“I think this is the best birthday cake yet,” Machi says finally, after setting the fork down on the edge of the plate and dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a napkin. You flounder for a moment, both at the admission that some cake upon this earth might not suck, but also at the acknowledgement of it being a birthday treat. 

“It’s—I mean—It doesn’t have to be—” 

Machi places a delicate hand on yours and you can feel the calluses on her pointer finger and thumb from all the sewing she insists on doing without a thimble—all words and their possible combinations fly out of your head at the touch. “Did you seriously think I didn’t know what you’ve been doing all these years?” she asks, cocking her head at you in a way that’s altogether quite distracting. “I appreciate it, I really do. I don’t like birthdays, but I like you. And I like that you try so hard to make me something every year.”

Relief floods your system and you smile gratefully at your girlfriend. “You liked it?” you ask, unable to say anything else. She nods and takes another bite before pushing the plate and the cake towards you, motioning that you try it. 

The cake itself isn’t really very sweet, just as intended, but rather it’s got this incredible bitter yet comforting flavor to it that’s entirely unlike anything else you’ve had. Still, you can’t help but wonder if maybe this cake could be turned into a chocolate one? The fact that there’s “culinary-grade” and a nebulous “other” matcha still bothers you more than you’re willing to admit. 

“You’ll have to work hard to beat it for next year,” Machi says playfully, and you’re already thinking up recipes for her next birthday treat. Maybe you’ll look into that Earl Grey shortbread recipe you stumbled upon last week…?

[vosiro]

⇾ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x F!reader

⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,

⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾

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It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.

You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.

“So.” You sigh.

“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.

“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned

“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.

“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.

You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.

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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.

“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.

“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.

“Your love and affection??” She answered.

“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.

“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied

“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.

“...😏” You smirked

“I’m kiddi-”

*clack*

The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big

“SURPRISE!”

Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.

“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait

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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.

“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”

He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”

“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”

He halted in his movements “anything?”

“Mhm~” you reassured

You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”

“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds

“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.

“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster daddy..” you moaned out

“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.

“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.

“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.

“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”

“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.

“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.

“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”

“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”

“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”

He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.

“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out

“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.

“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted

“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”

“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.

“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath

“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.

“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Stfu.”

Fin.

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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽‍♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰

Me writing plot: 🤮👺🤢👹

Me writing sex scenes: 😏🌝😜🥰

[utapri-headcanons-imagines]

today is my birthday, so i'm doing something a lil' self indulgent! -mod shay

What HE★VENS would do for your birthday!

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Eiichi Otori

Eiichi would treat you like ROYALTY. He would immediately call you to sing you happy birthday to you! After that, an entire day is planned for you two! Eiichi takes you out for breakfast then he takes to wherever you want. Theme park? Yes he will take you there. Beach? Yes! That too! After an entire day of fun, he takes you to a really nice restaurant. There the ultimate gift is given, he gives you plane tickets to the place you've been dying to go. He wants to travel with you, so of course he will spoil you with a special trip!

Kira Sumeragi

When you two meet up, he already has a gift ready. Kira made you a very nice ceramic bowl with all of your favorite colors. He gives you a small hug and smile (he's not that affectionate, so this is a treat)! The rest of the day, you two go around and explore the city. At night, he cooks you a nice dinner and he even has a cake made for you! Kira can't help but to be a little bit playful and rub some frosting on your cheek.

Nagi Mikado

Nagi takes you on a shopping spree! Anything you want it's on him. He drags you to all of the best shops in Japan. There, he spoils you with the best of jewelry, games, stuffies, clothes, and so much more! He holds your hand the entire time, trying to make you laugh and smile. Even though Nagi spent most of his money on you, he still got you a gift! A little puzzle he made! You have to solve it! Once you do- by yourself - it reveals messages about everything he finds cute about you! Such a clever boy!

Eiji Otori

In the morning, you hear a knock at your door. Once you open it, a man with a giant bouquet of flowers greets you. Once you bring the flowers inside, you read the card. It's a present from Eiji, he grew all those flowers for you! You give him a call, nearly in tears and Eiji is so embarrassed. He drives over to comfort you and wish you a happy birthday. Eiji gives you a non-perishable gift, he gives you a photo album. The album is filled with letters, notes, and photos of the best memories together. You proceed to tear up more and Eiji gives you another hug.

Yamato Hyuga

Yamato is at your door by the afternoon. He's dressed nicely with a suave-ish smile on his face. He then laughs and takes you by the hand. Yamato carries you to his car and then takes you on a night cruise. There, you two eat dinner whilst looking at the beautiful ocean. After, he gets changed and takes you night hiking. He carries you bridal style with a bag. When at the top, cake is given and a present. The present? A fitbit, you laugh at the gift and so does Yamato. It's a joke! However, the next one you're given is a beautiful opal bracelet.

Van Kiryuin

He took you out the night before. Van throws a giant party for you, when it's midnight and breaks a bottle and makes everyone sing in the room. You're completely red faced as a giant cake is brought out. Of course, on your actual birthday it's more toned down. You two are just at his place watching a movie. He gives you a necklace with a matching ring. The gem is jasper, having it being his favorite color. He puts it on you then takes you to a restaurant to get cake.

Shion Amakusa

Shion sees you at night. He takes his to one his favorite spots to go bird watching, but instead of birds there are stars. The two of you lay there for hours. Shion and you talk about anything, as you stare at the stars. A small cake is there with a handmade gift. A poem from him, as you read it, he quietly hums. Shion even sings you a small song that he made from his heart. He holds your hand, you two end up falling asleep.

[alexusonfire]

Jean Meyerowitz Headcanons

A/n: Literally nobody requested this, I'm just being self-indulgent and gay... 🤣 List is from @anotherimaginescollection

1) Their favourite time of year

Autumn, she loves the changing leaves and the cooler weather, she's definitely a sweater weather type of gal

2) If they like reading, and if so their favourite book

She loves reading, anything and everything. Books, magazines, the morning newspaper. Her guilty pleasure is the cheesy romance novels you find at the back of the bookstore

3) Their favourite type of landscape

4) Their favourite way to waste time

Trying out a new recipe, or watching her favorite comedy re-runs

5) Their favourite type of music

She's a big Jazz fan, and also loves some good classical to wind down after a long day. She also loves Alanis Morissette, esp when she's a little tipsy

6) Hobbies

She makes little films for her coworkers birthdays, and she also enjoys crocheting stuffed animals, caps, and scarves for the local children's hospital

7) Their happiest memory

When she, Danny, and Matt were younger, they walked from their dad's house to the local convenience store, just to get out of the house. Jean always smiles when she thinks of them walking home in the streetlights, devouring candy and pop and laughing into the night

8) Their most embarrassing moment

She's had quite a few, being a lil awkward bean, so it's hard for her to pick one out specifically 🤣

9) A cute best friend moment

Jean was never really great at making friends, but in the fifth grade a new girl moved to their school and attached herself to Jean right away. They spent the year having sleepovers, sharing lunches, going to the arcade... honestly it was one of the best years of Jean's childhood. Before the schoolyear ended New Girl made them matching friendship bracelets, and made Jean promise they would keep in touch over the summer.

To this day they are still best friends, and Jean keeps the bracelet wrapped around the base of her lamp on her nightstand

10) Their best childhood memory

Swimming in the ocean for the first time. She can still remember how the water drowned out the sounds of the kids around her, and how weightless she felt as she float along the surface under the sun

11) An awkward moment

Jean is... full of awkward moments 🤣 Especially more in her youth

12) If they have blemishes and how they got them

She has a scar on her knee from her camp counselor days, but other than that not much

13) Their biggest regret

Being such a people pleaser, and putting herself last for the first half of her life

14) Their biggest fear

Not having autonomy over her life/being completely dependent on someone else

15) Any nervous tics they may have

Chewing her nails and picking at her cuticles. She tried to paint them once for her brother's wedding but she got super nervous and ended up having to hide her hands in all the photos

16) Their calming techniques

She really enjoys meditative sound baths, or a good cup of tea and a book. If her brain is going nuts and won't shut off, she'll drown out her thoughts with a pair of headphones and blaring music

17) How they cope with nightmares

She really doesn't have nightmares all that often, in fact she doesn't really dream at all. If she does have a nightmare, she'll turn a light on, have a drink of water, and maybe read a quick chapter of her latest book to distract her brain before falling back asleep

18) Their most prized possession

The friendship bracelet from New Girl, and a drawing one of her camp kids made for her that still hangs on her fridge

19) One thing they can’t live without

Lattes and music

20) If they collect things – if so, what

Brooches! She loves to hit up second-hand or antique shops to find new and weird brooches for her coats/sweaters

21) What kind of keepsakes do they have

She keeps all of the birthday cards she's ever gotten from her Mom and brothers, tucked away into a small box in the top of her closet. When she's having a rough day she'll pull them down and read through them, even if they've only signed it, even if she has them all memorized by heart

22) What they think is the most important sense

Honestly, no idea 😂

23) If they know any other languages

Nada, she tried Italian for a previous girlfriend of hers, but she couldn't quite get the hang of it

24) If they have a good luck charm, if so what it is and why it’s important

Again, the friendship bracelet, if she's ever feeling nervous or like she needs a bit of luck, she'll slip it on under her sleeve

25) How they spend rainy days

Curled up on the couch, one of her favorite movies on while she crochets

26) If they’re a doodler or a writer

Both! She's quite good at sketching, especially portraits, and she's prone to sketching random people on the subway or in the park. She also enjoys writing, but privately, like in a journal (though she has been known to write a poem or two for her lovers 😏)

27) How they sleep

On her back, starfished

28) How they hug

Very rarely, she's not a big touchy-feely person, but if the other person needs one, especially a girlfriend, her hugs are very tight and secure

29) How they express love (platonically and/or romantically)

Gifts, and little love notes on your nightstand or on the fridge

30) A skill that they’d love to have

Being able to ride a bike

31) If they found out they only had a day left to live, how they would use that time

She'd spend it with the people most important to her, and watching the sun rise and set one last time

32) If they were faced with a genie what they’d use their three wishes for and why

I honestly don't know, so I'm skipping this one

33) If they were offered immortally would they take it and why

No. She doesn't really get the appeal of it, and she's not afraid of death

34) If they had a spirit animal what form do they think it would take

A sea otter. While they can be family focused they are also wildly independent, completely able to take care of themselves on their own. They are also exceptionally good at napping, a favorite past time of Jean's

35) Crossover things (e.g. which Hogwarts house would they be in, or what would their role be in a zombie apocalypse)

She's a hufflepuff, I'll hear NO ARGUMENTS 😂

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@mmemalwa @rosiewritesagain @soft-astral

[uhhhhyandere]

my internet cut off when i was sending an ask so i don't know if it actually went through,, could you write something for reader and a possessive/protective mello? my birthday is coming up in 4 days - i don't have anyone to celebrate it with, and he happens to be my comfort character 😅 feel free to delete this if you don't want to that's totally ok!!

such lies, such lies!

you can celebrate your birthday with me and the rest of us in death note stan hell. i hope you can find some ways to celebrate getting through another year, and that this lil piece brings you the joy you deserve <3 ily

“Can we... uh... go out, then?” You scratched the back of your head. Mello’s eyes dragged across the room until they met yours. You twiddled your fingers together. 

“Why?” He rested his chin between his digits. You glanced around, making sure to scan the calendar to double-check a clearly true fact. 

“It’s my birthday, so I thought maybe we can do something.” Mello twisted in his seat and crossed his leg over the other. Elbow angles against the corner of the table, the hand of the same arm rested above his mouth. “Please? It can be something small. Dinner, or something.” He sighed. 

“Alright,” he agreed. “Take your pick, then.” Your smile grew and he rolled his eyes at the joy sparking on your features. “Don’t get too excited. It’s not that big of a deal, but,” he stressed, “don’t get any funny ideas, got it?” 

You were giddy while you finished fixing yourself up in the mirror. It’s been months since you’ve properly gone out anywhere, much less a date. The excitement of checking yourself out in the mirror (a few moments of self-deprecation, but compared to the last few months of work and stress, it was refreshing to look like a human again.) and the pile of failed outfits on top of your bed was so relieving. 

“Are you done?” 

“Are you done?” Mello always looked good, and there wasn’t any mystical reason as to why, so when he walked into the room in lieu of an invitation, you weren’t surprised to find him in all black, tight-fitting clothes. His eyes flickered from your face to your feet, then back to your head. “Looks like you are.” 

“We’re going to be late if you spend two more seconds in front of that mirror. What do you think is going to change? Whatever detail you fix will inevitably fall back down before we get there.” You shot him a glare. “You’re the one that asked to go out, and now you’re lagging behind.”

“Sorry, I haven’t gone out in a while! I wanted to look nice. For...” you cleared your throat, “you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” You clicked your tongue. 

“Get a better glove next time then.” You twisted towards him. “Okay, done!” Spreading your arms wide, you presented yourself. “How do I look?”

“Presentable. Let’s go, then. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back. The sooner so many people’s eyes will be off you.” He scowled. “Anyone looks at you for more than five seconds, I’m going to eradicate them.” You hummed and slipped on your shoes, using Mello’s shoulder for balance. Before you can take it off, however, his hand clasped your wrist tightly. He brought it towards his mouth and, without breaking intense eye contact, slotted a kiss between your knuckles. “I hope the place you chose is adequate.”

Adequate. Well, that’s not the exact words you would use for your favorite local restaurant, but that’s the reason why you loved it. After stressful days, you used to always find yourself here. The bar, for some reason, no matter the day, would be stock full of patrons. Most were regulars or friends of the owner until you eventually became friends with the owner too.

“Y/N! Wow, we haven’t seen you in a while! Who’s this?” Mello scowled next to you. Most likely because of the weekend crowd and the heavy smoke permeating the air. This definitely was not the type of place he frequented. 

“This is Mello. We’ve been together a few months now.” The regular smiled and regarded him. Mello’s grimace must have kept him from saying anything else since his focus quickly focused back on you. 

“Ah, I see. Get a boyfriend and you abandon us!” You laughed politely and scanned the floor for an open booth. One nestled in the corner, though still dirty from the previous occupants, was open. You smiled and offered him a few more concise words before leading Mello to the corner. 

“It’s disgusting in here.” 

“Food is nice and greasy. You can just get dessert if you want, though. It doesn’t matter to me. What does though is,” you nodded over to the nearby crowd huddled around a single table, “is that. I haven’t gambled in so long. I wonder if I still got it in me.” You dug your hand into your jacket pocket and pulled out the wrinkled, thinning plastic bag full of poker chips. “Doubt it, though.”

“You play poker?” You set the bag on the table. 

“Yeah. Got into it a few years ago. I’m terrible, though. Luckily, they don’t play for high stakes. Just shots or drinks or buying a round for the group.” He snatched the bag and rolled it around in his hands. “Not that many, I know, but I think I can maybe end the night even. Hopefully.” 

After your old-time favorite comfort meal and Mello’s dessert, you rose from the table with Mello following like a shadow. A few of the spectators you recognized greeted you before growing silent after making eye contact with Mello. A few eyes trained on him. Naturally. You didn’t even need to look back to know he was glaring at them. You grinned while approaching the table. “Deal me in the next round?”

“Y/N,” oh my - How did you not notice him? A devilish smirk on his face, he waved. “I didn’t expect you to be here. You haven’t been here in a long while. I missed you, babe.” You glanced to Mello. His eyebrow shot up and he stared at him. “Still mediocre?” 

“As if... yes...” You scratched the back of your head. “But it’s fun, so,” you shrugged. 

“Of course. I’m sure our pal can deal you in real soon. Just wait your little butt there.” ...Little? Mello hummed next to you but said nothing to acknowledge the aggravation on his face. Once a seat opened up, you sat yourself down. Mello’s hand rested on the back of it. Occasionally, the movement of his fingers would graze across your shoulder. “No cheating from the goth behind you, got it?”

“As if.” 

You tried to ignore the sultry gaze and sugary words from his mouth through the rounds. Not for your sake, but for the sake of the person lurking behind you. Mello didn’t deal with competition so well. You sighed. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged too much.

Turns out you needed help from the goth behind you. They really managed to swingle you every time. By the number of chips remaining, you would only last two more rounds, and you didn’t want to go back empty-handed. “One more. Then I’m done. I can’t go home without anything. I’m nearly out of cash at this point. My pride would hurt too much.” 

“Alright, alright,” your old acquaintance said. “We just won’t use money or rounds or anything. Winner gets,” he hummed, “your underwear.” Normally, you’d say yes. Who really gave a shit? But that normally was before you and Mello became a thing. You shook your head. 

“Sure,” Mello answered. You paused, turning to him in bewilderment. His face was entirely serious. “One more round.” Did...did he know you’re probably going to fucking lose? Was he that pissed at you that he didn’t care? “It’s no problem, right?” He looked down at you. His eyes widened just a hair for just a second. What was he thinking?

As he flipped his hand at the very end, your stomach dropped. Mello’s face remained the same, however. Even as you stood to... follow through with the demands. Though, as soon as you stepped away from the chair, Mello slid into it, hands folded on the table. 

“One more,” he said. "Stakes are they keep their things, and you don’t look at them ever again. Not even a glance.” He paused. “That goes for every fucker in this shithole,” Mello called. You didn’t get a word in before he urged them to deal. 

He was... he was probably joking, right? 

You replaced Mello’s standing space behind the chair. On it, he leaned back cooly, legs spread with one bend up on the chair’s cushion, the other spread outwards on the ground. The cards in his hand close to himself, you were not able to get a good look at them with the downwards angle. 

“...Royal flush,” he said in the end, the cards sliding into a half circle into the table. Silence. “Did you all not remember the stakes here? Anyone even looks at them, I’ll carve your eyes from your head.” Mello rose, hand clasping yours, and dragged you out of the establishment. You were sure everyone would be glaring in your direction if they were able to look at you. You guessed it didn’t matter if you didn’t pay. It wasn’t like you were going back here ever again.

Once into the brisk air, you ripped your wrist from his hand. 

“What the fuck was that?” You hissed. 

“What the fuck was that? What about you bringing me here to watch all those greasy men leer at you like some piece of candy? What about you letting that fuck do and say anything he wanted? What the fuck was that?” His fingers gripped your chin. “Who do you belong to?” 

“W-what?” 

“Did I stutter?” At your lack of answer, he tightened his grip. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Yes, me.” Mello ripped his hand from your chin and dug it into his pocket. “I’ll make sure you know. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” He pulled a switchblade from his pocket. 

“Mello, no -,” 

“Stay here.”

“Please,” 

“No. We’ll finish... celebrating your birthday at home, alright?” 

[kinsbin]

Title: Birthday Gift Rating: G (all audiences) Ship: [Platonic] The Sim Siblings - Jonathan Sims + Kinley Sims

A/N: Despite my birthday being in February I just really wanted to write out this lil' scenario I've kind of had in my head. Kinley wears a Nazar around their neck and it was given to them by Jon! So this is kinda how they got it. V stupid and self indulgent but when isnt my writing.

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Jonathan couldn’t help the long exhale of breath that left his mouth as he thumbed through the statements in front of him with idle curiosity. The tape player on his desk remained patient as it allowed time for his decision. The batch he had been presented with this morning was a rather dull selection of easily refuted arguments about paranormal activities that felt ingenuine at best. Even a horror podcast could come up with more believable content than some of the titles that flickered past his eyes. The Archivist felt the dullness of the day creep over the side of his shoulder, an unwanted burden against the spine of his back as he resigned himself to the afternoon's obvious dullness. He picked one at random, laying it flat on his desk as his other hand moved for the record button on his tape.

It clicked on, the static echoing in a promise of its preparedness. Jon took a moment to clear his throat.

“Statement of Leonardo Montoya regarding-”

A knock echoed on the door of his office, causing Jon’s words to falter messily before coming to a halt. He frowned to himself, annoyed at the interruption to his already dulling day, and turned to look over at the offending wooden frame with undeniable frustration. There was a long silence, patient in its noncommittal echoe, before another careful tap of knuckles resonated again.

“Jon? Are you in?” Martin’s voice was muffled through the edges of the wood. Another annoyed sigh broke past his lips before Jon could fully stop it.

“Yes, Martin, what do you want?”

Martin opened up the door fully, his head popping through the slim entrance he had created with a smile on his lips. It curled around the edges of his face, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle softly as he stared into the office. Jon tried his best to ignore the detail as he distracted himself with the sharp edge of the paper between his fingertips, eyebrow raising upwards in semi-impatient curiosity.

“Sorry,” The apology flowed from his assistant’s lips, lacking the usual genuine concern it often had, “But I just wanted to let you know that we’re getting ready to celebrate Kinley’s birthday! Elias let everyone take a small break at the same time to go to the break room with them. There’s even donuts! I thought you might want to come.”

Of course he wanted to come. He hadn’t forgotten about his brother’s birthday. Well, to be mor accurate, Kinley would not let him forget. Their private texts were nothing but the edges of annoying memes alongside constant prods and inklings about just what it was he was planning for their birthday. There was never any real threat to the words, though. Kinley knew that Jon wasn’t the best at ‘partying’ as they had put it idly in a conversation one day. No, the going outs and loud evenings with friends suited them much more.

It was probably why they got on with Tim so well, too. More than one conversation with the other archival assistant had led to his disbelief that the two were related. (“We’re not,” Jon would state, “They’re adopted”. Followed by a swift ‘Oh fuck off Jonny’ and a kick to the back of his leg).

None of that meant that he didn’t care, though.

“Right,” Jon finally nodded to Martin, “I’ll be… I’ll be there in just a second, then. Thank-you.”

Martin seemed more relieved than he should have been that Jon had agreed, giving a thumbs up before disappearing back behind the door. He left it slightly ajar, a small tick that made Jon frown, but he ignored it for now.

His hand put down the statement and instead reached around for one of his drawers. Opening it up, he stared down at the neatly wrapped box inside of it. He wasn’t that good at wrapping up gifts, and the struggle was obvious against the wrinkled red gift wrap and messily tied golden bow. Really, he scolded himself, he should have just gone with a gift bag. He clutched the small gift in his hand for a moment, as if debating to himself to unwrap it and just give it as it was, but it was honestly too late now. They’d make fun of his wrapping skills in both situations. Might as well make it look like he had some effort in it.

He stood up with the present and made his way into the break room.

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The room itself was brightly lit with the fluorescent ceiling bulbs above them. Kinley couldn’t help but grin as the chatter of others filled their ears, eagerly clinging to the gentle ‘happy birthdays’ and pats on the shoulder that their co-workers offered them. Most of the faces were familiar, others from the archival branch of the institute above others. Still, other departments had those who could not resist the promise of free donuts and came to visit nonetheless. They greeted them with the same happy birthday wishes, though, and as long as they seemed happy with it, Kinley didn’t complain.

A hand flew onto their shoulder, patting them eagerly as they startled in their spot.

“There they are!” Tim’s voice was bright at their side as he hung off of them, “Happy Birthday, big boy! You made it one more year.”

“Happy birthday, Kin.” Sasha’s voice joined in as she smiled at the two’s side.

Kinley laughed, leaning back and kicking playfully at Tim’s feet as they blushed forward at the sudden attention. A hand rose up to itch at their face, picking idly at the small spots of acne that dusted across their reddening cheeks.

“You guys really didn’t have to do all of this for me!” Kinley stated as they smiled, “The gift cards were sweet enough, really!”

“And miss a chance to spoil one of our top curators? I’d hardly call that a worth celebration.”

Tim pulled away from Kinley, who blushed in surprise as Elias approached them. The smile on his face was easy going, but they could still feel the tinge of professionalism lacing his voice. It made their own back straighten as they smiled up politely, still holding the plate of their favorite donuts close to them as they averted their gaze from his intense eyes.

“Thank-you, Mister Bouchard. Really you didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I could at least help pay for the food and-”

Elias held a hand up with a shake of his head, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Consider it my birthday gift to you if you must.”

“Okay, okay,” Kinley relented easily against the whims of their boss, “Still, thank-you for all of it. I don’t know how you guessed that this was my favorite donut shop, too!”

“I suppose I’m just lucky like that.” Elias smiled slightly, as if remembering some sort of joke to himself.

The door to the break room opened once more, making the curious eyes turn towards it. Martin appeared through it with a grin on his own lips, his hand upwards to wave at the group. Kinley waved excitedly back at their friend, eyes bright with excitement as he came over to give them a sideways hug. They held their donut away to hug the taller man back with a grin.

“Happy Birthday, Kin.” Martin cooed with a pleasant eagerness, “We should go out later after work to celebrate proper.”

“That’s a great idea!” Tim piped up with a shine in his eyes.

“You guys are going too far,” Kinley groaned with their face in their palm, “This really is enough.”

“Nonsense,” Martin declared, “I’ll buy for you if that’s what your worried about.”

“We all will!”

“Okay, okay! We’ll goooo, now stop making me blush it’s disgusting.” Kinley hit Tim on the shoulder, making the man laugh.

A throat cleared, making them all focus forward on the man behind Martin. Kinley couldn’t stop the grin from brightening itself on their lips as they spied their brother from behind Marin’s shoulder. He shifted awkwardly in his spot, catching his sibling’s eyes with that usual look he got when they were in a crowd together. A silent plea of ‘oh god please help’ that made Kinley laugh through their nose. Putting their plate down on the nearby table, they shifted around the other’s towards Jon with a laugh.

“Found time out of your incredibly busy schedule to wish your dear, sweet, light-of-your-life brother a happy birthday, Jonny?”

Jon cringed at the nickname, his face enflamed with red as Kinley bumped shoulders with him, that usual shit-eating grin on their face as he nudged them back with what equal force he could muster. They had always managed to be stronger than him, but the pity in them made them let up only slightly as he pushed them away. Behind them, Tim held back a snicker at Kinley’s words and Sasha rolled her eyes as the two settled back into a more professional manner.

“I thought you’d forgotten,” Kinley admitted, half-joking as they grinned up at him.

Jon’s brow furrowed with almost genuine hurt, “I’d never forget something like this.”

“Thanks,” Kinley’s grin split their lips again, “Soooooo…”

“So what?”

“You said ‘happy birthday’ but what did you GET me?”

“You assume I got you something? Is my support not enough?”

“Not by a longshot. Now come on, Jonny, give me the goods.”

“I told you to stop calling me that at work!”

“Jonny, Jonny, Jooooony,” Kinley sang eagerly as they watched his face furrow with frustration. They grinned wide at it as he finally relented and held up the small, poorly wrapped box with a smug look of satisfaction. Kinley’s eyes lit up as they moved to take it from him, but he quickly pulled the item away with a turn of his nose.

“If that’s how you’re going to be, I don’t think you deserve this then.” He declared, holding the item out as far away from Kinley as possible. They leaned forward, trying to snatch it with a whine.

“What come on-! I’m sorry, see? Now give me my birthday present you prick.”

“I don’t feel like you really MEAN it, though.”

“Oh my GOD this is workplace discrimination, Jon, give me my present!”

He finally relented, allowing Kinley to grab the item and eagerly look down at the package, snorting at the wrapping paper as they held it up.

“Great wrapping job, Saint Nick.”

“Oh I’m so sorry your highness did you want me to have it flown in on a box of gold?”

“It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think?”

“You deserve plenty of things but that isn’t one of them.”

Kinley snorted and went back to their present, unwrapping the edges carefully, not wanting to make a mess of paper on the break room floor, and pulled off the top of the box within it. Their eyes widened as they looked down at the item, running their thumb along the box before using their other hand to reach in and pull it out.

It was a standard necklace, the chain a bright sterling silver with a lock on its back. The charm hanging down on it was a Nazar held in a silver pendant, the whites and blues of its eye-like shape staring forward into their soul as they watched it back. They turned the item, the mirroring design on its back staring at them once more. Their lips parted in awe for a moment before they closed again, standing up straight as they admired the jewelry piece.

“Did you really-”

“It’s the same one you texted me, yes,” Jon stated, “I remember things, you know. Though, if you changed your mind about it, I can always just take it back and you can-”

“Oh shut up, it’s perfect.” Kinley grinned as they put the box down, shifting their neck so that they could wrap their arms around to the back and clip the shiny new necklace in place on them. The lock clamped together neatly, nimble fingers easily fiddling with the smalle mechanism, and they let it hang down on their chest with a smile on their lips. The edges of its silver caught the light and sparkled, shiny and new and all theirs as they held it in their hand for a moment, running a thumb along the Nazar itself with a grin.

When Kinley looked back up there was a genuineness to their gaze. A bright and thankful sort of stare that lit up in their eyes as they looked at their brother. Jon watched them back, pursing his lips to hide the edges of a smile that tried to break across his own face. They rarely had a chance to celebrate their birthdays with one another. Between Kinley’s own job traveling through Europe to gather research and artefacts and his own locked away in the bowels of the Institute itself, there was little chance to watch each other grow any more. Like a lifetime together hadn’t made them tired of it.

Still, there was a sense of pride in having been able to make them smile like they did when they were kids.

“Thanks, Jon,” Kinley finally sighed, leaning over to give their brother a hug. Jon tensed up in it, squishing his face together in a look of discomfort. The eyes of his co workers focused on them.

“Aww,” Tim teased immediately upon seeing the show of affection, “What a good brother! Where’s my camera?’

“The only one to hug Jonathan Sims and tell the tale,” Sasha nodded sullenly alongside the other, making Jon squirm as he glared at them both.

“The peanut gallery isn’t necessary for any of this I- Kin let go of me.”

Kinley held him tighter, grinning wider.

“KINLEY.”

“Nooo you gotta embrace the moment Jon.”

“Whatever ‘moment’ you had was ruined when you started doing this! Stop being immature and-”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of me hugging you.”

“Oh for God’s sake-.”

The Nazar around their neck jingled with a pleasant metallic hum, a gazing symbol of appreciation between the siblings as it stared aimlessly forward into the brightness of the afternoon.

It was a good birthday.

[fluxweeed]

first line game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

nobody tagged me but i’m doing it anyway. also i’m adding commentary bc it’s saturday and i’m feeling self-indulgent

1. Contractually Obligated (11k, T, arranged marriage fic)

His Summoning Spells went first.

(this line was always the first line but accio was originally a placeholder spell - i wanted to think of a spell that was a little more metaphorical? but this fic was SO hard to write [surprisingly not bc of the 16 prompts i had to fit in (those were quite fun), but bc my head has just not been in it these last few months]. so in the end i just left it as summoning spells. fuck it.)

2. Wrapped (10k, E, christmas smut)

When he was a kid, Harry had never liked his birthday. 

(i can’t tell u how many times i rewrote this line and i still think it’s a lil clunky. is the tense wrong?? i can’t tell, but there’s a better way of wording this, i just know it – if u figure it out pls tell me and i’m editing the fic. i’m serious. help.)

3. Adventures in Truth and Texting (11k, E, advent texting fic)

I swear to god, it was a magical satsuma

(usually i can write first lines right away and they don’t change much – but this was one of the last things i wrote. i wanted the opening line to be fun, but also christmassy, but also a metaphor [harry is the satsuma: delish but hard to peel].)

4. All I Have To Do (9.5k, E, sexy daydream charm fic)

“I mean it, Harry. You know I approve of being cautious, but it’s just not you.”

(i added this prologue-y section with hermione quite late in the game – originally i wanted the reveal that the daydream charm didn’t work to be a twist, but figured it would make the tension much higher on first read if the reader knew all along. also this line was a fun way of making it a lil more believable that harry would jump into fucking draco malfoy with fairly little protest, haha)

5. Fip Flops (830 words, T, fake relationship fluff)

The business card was even in Slytherin colours. Harry stared at it uncomprehendingly.

(i think this one came quite easily? i knew i wanted to tie in a fake relationship/dating service trope with chuck’s wonderful beachy art. having harry read draco’s business card was quite a boring + predictable way of doing it, but i was aiming for 600 words [obv i overshot haha] and it felt like the quickest way.)

6. Thirst (4.5k, E, vampire smut)

Harry has been tracking Malfoy for hours. The journey has taken him from Munich, through Rosenheim, and now to here, a dark street in outer Salzburg.

(lmao this one is bc i wrote the first few hundred words for a drabble challenge where the prompt was “journey”. i wanted to write sexy vampires. so i made harry go on a vampire journey(?!?!?) so it fit with the prompt.)

7. The Four Doors (49k, E, memory loss/legilimency mind healer fic)

“Mr Potter, Ms Granger. How kind of you to come at such short notice. Please, sit.”

(not much to say about this one? it wasn’t the first thing i wrote for 4d – that was the 👀scene in the leaky cauldron 👀– but it was pretty early. just a quick way of introducing the healer OC and establishing harry’s memory loss, innit.)

8. Fresh Eyes (248 words, M, morally grey draco drabble)

“Back so soon?”

(i think this was literally the first thing i wrote for this? i wanted to make basically every line have a different meaning on the second readthrough. i think i did ok? – not so much with this line specifically, but with harry’s reaction to it.)

9. Say No To This (12k, E, drarry version of the hamilton song)

It was unbearably warm in Grimmauld Place.

(establishing that it is summer. in the city. there’s nothing like it.)

10. An Ameliorated Strategy of Communication (3k, E, harry/percy pwp)

Despite everything, Harry still loved being at the Burrow.

(god this fic is so old now. i think this might have been the first line i wrote and honestly i doubt i edited it much, if at all. doesn’t serve much of a purpose other than setting the scene, really.)

also since i don’t have 20 published fics, these are from the drabbles i did for the drarry fans drabble challenge that i didn’t feel were good enough to upload anywhere else:

11. The Coward (prompt: storybook)

The hero fought dragons and basilisks, villains and ghouls.

(this was my first drabble ever. tried to do a thing where in the first half i used flowy metaphorical fairytale language, then the second half was mundane and fluffy? idk, it was weird and not v well executed. also idk if anyone noticed, but harry never actually fought a ghoul in canon?? he just dressed one in ron’s pyjamas?? but i wanted a monosyllabic word to fit with the rhythm and this was the only one i could think of, lol.)

12. A Second Self (prompt: in the dead of night)

Harry squints at the damp-spotted page.

(tried real hard with this drabble to portray a super creepy atmosphere. picked at every line [including this first one!] at least, like, a dozen times. showed it to my beta again afterwards and she said “i can’t tell the difference?”, so after this drab i gave up on creepiness and settled back into dickish banter real quick, haha. but this was like the 10th different first line, something ridic like that.)

13. Constant Vigilance (prompt: potion)

The Head Auror allows pub nights under two conditions.

(establishing aurors, establishing pub – also the two conditions that follow establish the potion of the prompt, the reason for draco’s sobriety, and also the “constant vigilance” theme. fairly heavy lifting for a first line, i guess, but still don’t love the drabble itself, so.)

14. Personal impersonation (prompt: borrowed)

“Don’t tell Ron.”

(was never sure about this one – it’s supposed to be draco speaking, but he’s pretending to be ginny. i think if there hadn’t been a wordcount restriction, i could have made that a bit more ambiguously draco-esque, bc at the moment there’s nothing to suggest it’s him. i usually love smaller wordcount challenges but i think this drab would have been so much stronger with an extra 50ish words.)

patterns? idk. i like quite a short, snappy first line, i guess. i also expected a lot more of them to be dialogue, so i’m quite surprised that it’s only 4 (or 5, if u count the texting fic). 

favourite? i mean, possibly magical satsuma from truth and texting. i like that it hits all three check-boxes of being seasonal, a metaphor for harry, and also a ridiculous way to open a story. 

tags? pls consider this a sign from the universe to do it if u wanna and u haven’t already 😘

[shxwmaster]

@middenwake​ sent: 👨 , 🌠 , 🎁 :0c

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

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👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated?

     Mathias doesn't know who his father is, but he has met him.

     Personally, I like to imagine Lord Jorach Ravenholdt is his father, and since there's very little lore on him (the fucking cheese vendor has more lore than him) there's nothing to say it's not possible.

     Ravenholdt helped trained Mathias in his youth, giving him all his tips and tricks, and helped Mathias travel a little in the summer as a nice past time. After the Second War, they scarcely interacted much after, though Mathias did drop by a few times after Cata when he heard rumors of a certain black dragon experiment.

     In the Uncrowned, they worked together well, with Ravenholdt straining to get Mathias to rest after the Detheroc fiasco, and there were a number of times during Shaw's recovery that Jorach nearly revealed who he was to him. The secret has, however, stayed secure.

     Shaw respects Ravenholdt and holds him in high regard. After all, the Lord is the master of all rogues (and unlike Shaw's self-proclaimed title of master of all assassins, Jorach's title is tried and true and most importantly, undisputed). Shaw does have a fond memory or two of him since Jorach was kind to him in his youth, but the connection between them is not personal or very strong.

🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for?

     I like the idea of Shaw being a stick in the mud and frowns on superstition and the like, he's a very serious and cynical man, so by all means he'll mention how there's no point in wishing on a star. What's a shooting star going to do? Huh? What power does that thing have to make anything come to light?

     It's... still fun to do it though. He won't admit he does it, but sometimes if he spots one, he'll very quietly make a small lil wish -- just in case there's actually merit to the idea. After all, these ideas come from somewhere.

     He wishes for a day off, for a mission he’s sent his agents off on to go well, or for that alley cat he feeds in Stormwind to have a good day.

🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?

     Yes, sort of.

     Well, he acknowledges that a birthday of his is happening. He doesn't keep it a secret but it's also not information he offers up. He'll still continue work and do everything as normal, save for indulging his sweet tooth more than usual.

     A good handful of his agents know his birthday so he gets a card signed by all of them. He goes for a walk to his favorite bakery to get some pastries, usually cinnamon buns, and he gives himself an hour extra time to relax. The early morning of, he'll wear a tiny little party hat on his head for a bit before taking it off cause he thinks it's funny (honestly, I'm starting to realize a trend in his brand of humor: remaining absolutely completely serious while wearing something stupid on his head for a limited amount of time. only some people get to see it, and who's going to believe them anyways?)

     But that's the extent of it. Probably the last time had a decent birthday celebration was his 30th, when Pathonia passed the mantle of the SI:7 to him like a coronation, and his agents came together to get him a pet hawk cause he loves birds.