#bc nicknames are my way of expressing fondness

[askladarmin]

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[whosjunglejim4322]

Saccharine - E.M

Warnings ® smut! Fluff, soft bf Eddie<3, first time sex as a couple! Nasty IN LOVE smut bc this bitch is a hopeless romantic! Eddie is super sensitive, Established relationship, you stroke his dick, Eddie almost cums in his pants, lil bit of dry humping, this is incredibly self indulgent but u didn't hear that from me, overly descriptive bc why not

You shouldn't be nervous, really. It's just Eddie, who is your boyfriend of three months and twenty-six days. Who is sitting across from you on his creaky mattress criss-cross style, your knees touching. Your Eddie, who has two big hands flailing in the air as he goes on about the recent campaign, broad mouth etched into a whimsical smile, big eyes wondrous and full of excitement for the tale.

The bed bounces with his enthusiasm, and you draw closer to him with each syllable.

Your Eddie, who is doing nothing out of the ordinary, and who is as beautiful as ever in loose fitting plaid pyjama bottoms and a tattered black tee that exposes half of his collarbone and smudges of black ink - he doesn't even have to try, and perhaps these simple mundane realizations are what cause the flutter of wings in the pit of your stomach.

"And then Mike - hey, you okay?"

If it weren't for his vast change in expression, you truly wouldn't have realized what a trance you're in. Between the furrow of his unkempt brows and the amused but curious tilt at the corner of his mouth, you come back to earth. The weight of gravity settles in your bone marrow, as his calloused thumb quickly strokes your chin as if to remind you he is still here.

"I - yeah yeah, sorry I just," you grab his hand by the heaviness of his wrist, dragging it into your lap so you can stroke the back of his rough knuckles. "got distracted s'all."

Your eyes divert to where your fingers are joined and the sound of his airy, through-the-nose chuckle has more heat blossoming behind your ribcage, nudging at your organs.

"I'll stop with the D&D talk, know you hear enough about it from the kids. There's only so much dorkiness you should be subjected to, y'know?"

It's lighthearted, he's smirking and looking down at you with enough palpable fondness the apples of your cheeks feel like they're being stroked by a flame. Still, the implication that he may be bothering you in any way has an urgency filling your eyes. You shake your head.

"No, no that never bothers me Eds, don't be silly." The nickname makes his mouth dry, still, after three months and twenty-six days. You finally meet his glance. "You're just handsome, really handsome especially when you're talking about something you're passionate about and I just...yeah."

It's word vomit, messy and you feel like it makes no sense but then he squeezes your hand and you know that he reads between the nervous mumbo jumbo - you have no clue how you make him feel, do you?

"You're fucking cute." He breathes out earnestly, smoothing his grip upwards to your forearms and pulling you forward with minimal effort - right onto the stirdiness of his lap.

Your giddiness is the perfect portrait, your arms finding a resting place atop his broad shoulders. Curls tickle the tops of your arms and your wrists, and your thighs brace your frame by the slim of his taut waist. He can't help it, the giggles escaping his throat. The proximity is intoxicating for no reason at all.

"Can't believe this is our first time spending the night together, I'm so used to falling asleep on the phone with you that it really doesn't feel all that different." He smooths your hair out of your eyes, tucks it behind your left ear.

I get to touch her like this, he thinks to himself. His chest jostles underneath the muscle and bone.

"Yeah, except I get to fall asleep with you'n my arms, wake up with you in em' too. I'm one lucky son of a bitch, hmm?"

He's practically thinking out loud, but he's too far gone to feel shame. When you nuzzle your face against the warm nook of his neck, wet lips smiling against the flesh, his encapsulating arms squeeze you impossibly tighter. He buries his nose against the top of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo. Your cheek grazes the side of his jaw as you meet him face to face, nose to nose.

He sees you trying to formulate words, a sentence, even a sound but none of it seems like a totally accurate way to express the adoration threatening to consume you from the inside out. You graze his cheek with your mouth, slowly, tentatively, and he hangs on with half an air full of lungs.

You suckle his bottom lip and he sighs into your mouth, the relief making him lightheaded. He kicks into gear and pushes back with an overlap of his mouth - hands wandering over the small of your back, to your soft lovehandles and upwards until his fingrtips have passed your jugular and he's holding your face as tenderly as you're holding his.

It's now, when you feel it - the growing firmness beneath he thin material of his bottoms. He tries to keep it at bay but it's damn near impossible, and the whimper, the fucking whimper you let out when his soft tongue touches yours from the warm cavern of your mouth - he couldn't stop it from twitching even if he wanted to. He's only a man.

And you're a menace. As new as this is, your body reacts to the prod in between your legs, underneath your crotch. You press yourself tighter to his frame, hips scooching against his hard-on in the process and he stiffens.

"Mmm, baby baby..." your pout is immediate when he breaks from your mouth, brows furrowed and lips a kiss bitten fuschia. For a moment, you think you've taken it too far too fast - he's stopped you from moving completely. Your whole body burns with a tingly sensation somewhere between shame and the aftershocks of arousal.

"Are you...are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You sound so sweet, it makes his lower belly ache among other things. He stifles a laugh brcause he knows it will only make you feel worse. Something wrong. Something wrong.

"Fuck no, I-sorry I just uh...almost..." He can't bring himself to say it, you guys haven't even been kissing for five whole minutes and here he is about to blow his load. When you realize how close his dark lashes are from kissing his cheeks, how his pupils have almost turned the whole of his irises onyx, you connect the dots.

Woah, you did that to him? That moth in your belly threatens to take flight, and without much thought, your mouth is moving before you can stop it.

"I wanna see."

Those are the only words your brain allows you to spit out. His chest has gone still, and you feel that twitch against your center again. Your thighs have begun to tremble.

"You wanna see...? My cock?" He shouldn't sound so incredulous. You're his girlfriend for christ's sake, but you are important to him. More important than he ever thought anyone could be, and so he has kept his lust at a minimum of 48% when he's around you for the most part. Save for intense makeout sessions.

"Yeah, I wanna...well I wanna know how to make you feel good."

He's worried for a moment that he's having another wet dream, but he's sure this is real life because he feels how warm you are against him and you are so close he can see his own reflection in your eyes. You toy with the shell of his ear and a chill ascends his spine.

"Sweetheart if you touch me m'not gonna last long." His skin is pink and scarlet, and he's gotten at least ten degrees hotter judging by the heat billowing off of the back of his neck. His adams apple bobs when he swallows.

"That's okay, really it is. You have nothing to be embarrassed about....I like it. Like that I make you feel that way. " You rake your fingers through the front of his hair, pushing it away from his pretty face. He checks your eyes again, needing confirmation.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He gnaws on the inside of his plush mouth, tries to calm the animal inside of him that wants to fuck your brains out right now. He almost feels guilty just thinking about it, until you lean over to peck the side of his stubbly chin, fingertips grazing his taut belly.

"Yes, really wanna."

There is a curious, nervous anticipation in the crinkle underneath your eyes.

"Kay' baby, explore all you want." The boyish smirk he gives is enough to have that knee buckling tingling sensation coming back full force as he presents himself to you like this. Does he seem as pulled together and totally not overly nervous as he thinks he does? Probably not.

His arms depart from your body, ribs expanding as he reclines on his palms. Tendons flex and stretch underneath the black bats and fuzzy layer of hair atop his forearm. You swallow, intimidated by the beauty of the boy.

You find the courage to finally move off of his lap so that you can take him all in, and the bulge of his cock swipes the underside of your thigh as you slide off.

You don't know where to touch first. That's a lie, your hands almost instinctively slip underneath the hem of his old shirt, where that dark thatch of hair trails under his belly button. He's soft, so soft it's unreal, he is velvet and delicious scarring and beauty marks. His tummy convulses underneath your hand.

He watches you with complete fixation. You have your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and you don't even realize it, all perched and pretty in front of him. He closes his eyes when you explore his sides, over the planes and arches and past the small stretch marks by his chest.

You can't ignore it anymore, the tent that has formed at his crotch and continues to throb with each passing touch.

The blunt of your nails rake down the soft plaid covering thick thighs, and he takes this sharp breath that has you glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"So pretty...Eds you're so pretty." You say it ardently, your voice small and weak. An arm reaches down, strong but gentle as he strokes the back of your plush cheek with his ring covered knuckles.

"Can't fucking believe...can't believe you're mine, finally. Shit." He's almost murmuring to himself again, on the verge of cardiac arrest. Maybe he's losing his mind, maybe this is heaven.

Then your palm presses against the thick of his cock where it's bulging out, and his thighs spasm.

"Oh, oh." He's all curses and praises, giving you encouraging glances each time you look up at him to silently ask for guidance. You move your hand up and down what you assume is his shaft, and he keeps his hips from bucking into your touch. He feels thick, and the back of your mouth starts to water.

Without warning you're hooking your fingers into his waistband, and he lifts his hips in compliance so that you can pull them down to his mid thigh. He has no time for nerves anymore. Any fear he previously had about what his dick looks like, or what you'll think of it, is stripped along with his clothing. You're looking at him with too much love for him to be insecure - and that takes him by surprise the most.

At this point his checkered boxers are just in the way, and you take it upon yourself to pull those down too. A thud hits his belly.

And really, you should've known. He's big. Not because he's impossibly long, his size is above average but he's thick - the tip iridescent with precum, the same shade of plum as his lips underneath the slick sheen. He is slightly curved upwards, a prominent vein decorating the underside parallel to his frenulum. It's pretty, just like the rest of him. He's neatly trimmed, which is the most surprising part if you're honest - but nothing about Eddie could ever be displeasing to look at.

Your mouth is parted with this expression of surprise, and Eddie almost can't believe what this is doing for his ego.

"Woah." Is all you say, transfixed when you reach out to grasp the appendage. He hisses through his teeth when your small hand finally grasps it, so fucking warm and so gentle it's almost maddening. You both feel it, the invisible weight that has settled in his small, messy room.

The weight of being alone, together, all night and all of tomorrow afternoon while his uncle Wayne is away on a business trip that is probably more lucrative than what he leads on - but Wayne has never been one to boast or speak about things like that out loud. Says it'll jinx the whole thing.

The feeling hits you first, as you find this foreign courage to lean over and dribble spit over the slit of his cock. He gasps, watching the glob of saliva drip down the front of his dick till it's soaking into the curls at his pubic mound.

"Is this okay?" You already know the answer but you ask anyways, taking more pride than you should at the expression on the pretty metalheads face. He nods his head fervently, unable to respond right away.

You twist your palm, spreading your spit further until his whole head is covered and you're able to stroke him with no resistance.

"Fuuuck, yes. Yeah, that's so good baby." He's panting as you begin to properly jerk the tip of him off, the sounds in the room too lewd for you to handle. A squelchy feeling has developed between your thighs, led by each filthy groan that leaves your boyfriend's throat.

Then you're looking at him through fluttery lashes and a gone expression, with your chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as his and thick fingers grasp your wrist quickly, rougher than anticipated.

"Sorry, just - close."

Seeing his hand blanket yours over his cock is doing something to you. You know his palms like your own, hold them more than you look at your own, and yet right now such a sweet thing has never been more provocative.

"Shh, no more apologizing," you lean over and he meets you in the middle. The kiss is sloppy this time, evidence of the maddening desire taking him over from the inside out.

"Not fair," his voice is strained through your mouths ministrations. "Got me all worked up and you're sitting there neglected." He smiles and his tongue strokes your bottom lip. You shudder as that heat comes in an overwhelming wave.

He's gripping the back of your neck now, properly hungry and your hand continues its ministrations between your bodies, that wet sound prompting a shared groan from the both of you - intensifying the feeling. His nose is scrunched against your cheek from the vigour of his kisses.

"You can undress me."

He doesn't waste time once you've granted him verbal permission, and with an exhale you're being tipped over onto your back, breathing in the weight of him as nimble and eager fingers pull his tee shirt over and off your body.

"Jesus," He whines, and you're captivated by the look on his face. It's impossible not to feel flustered.

"Can I-" you don't let him finish.

"Yes, please touch me." You're just as fucked as he is, arching your chest upwards and into the warm, all encompassing mass of his palm. He stifles a groan, cock bobbing up and down in the space between you two, dribbling with a bead of pre arousal. You feel like you're losing your mind.

Eddie short circuits for about five whole seconds flat, and he can't concentrate. He makes a bee - line to your chest, plush lips sucking your swollen nipples into his mouth. A gasp and a pulse of your poor clit later, and your fingers delve into his curls like they'll keep you here in this moment forever.

He's sloppy, moving between the valley of your breasts to the other one, leaving trails of spit across your flesh.

"Eddie, that - that feels so good, can't - mmph." You're a mess. How are you such a mess? He's a phantom, a head of hair across your sternum until he glances up at you with saliva soaked lips and red cheeks and a sweaty forehead.

"Sweet girl, oh god I can't believe..." All you taste is him, the words being uttered between the space when he forces himself to breathe. "can't believe you're all mine, wanna make you feel so fucking good. Give you anythin' you want."

He lies his full weight on you, and through the thin sleeping shorts you've got on, his cock beckons you with throbs and weeps. You feel drunk off of him, every sense surrounded by Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

His shampoo from two days ago, the old spice lingering under his arms, the natural scent of his skin, the sweetness of his breath and the perspiration that's formed in little beads on his upper lip. He's all but devouring you, lust and admiration for the angel beneath him taking over any sense of importance regarding anything else.

Your heels dig into the back of his bum, knees pulling inward so that his hips come clashing into yours. Your fingernails claw on the material covering his back, taking it upon themselves to pull it over his head. He's beaming like a kid in a candy store at your eagerness, eyes all crinkly underneath.

"Want me to grab a rubber now?" He mumbles between the sloppy kisses, hoping you can't hear the hitch in his throat at the prospect of this finally happening.

"Mhmm, yes." It feels just as surreal for you.

He whines as he departs, reaching over across your head to pull open his bedside drawer and ungracefully tear open the new box of condoms. His eyebrows are furrowed, arms flexing with intensity from his excitement. He groans out of frustration, and you giggle, grasping his thick forearm.

"Let me help baby." You reach in the drawer for him and pull the box out, finishing the rip he'd made and pulling out a metallic row of squares. You tear one at the perforation and hand it to him, grinning at the entire situation. He huffs and rests his forehead between the valley of your breasts.

"What would I do without you?" He mutters, matching your expression when he lifts his head back up and pushes forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose.

"Not have sex, I suppose." You bite back with no hint of malice, only an insurmountable level of love and he sees it shimmering everywhere around you. His girl. His.

"You're somethin' else, sweetheart." He mouths the side of your face, across your jaw and underneath your ear.

You feel like you're in a psychological limbo, in a world between consciousness as he sits back on his haunches and lifts his shirt off of his body from the back of his collar. That may be a dramatic sentiment to many, but it's fitting.

He does it so casually, throws his shirt to the side with the rest of discarded clothing and stray items that live on his bedroom floor. You feel weak in the knees when he tears the condom package and pulls out the slippery rubber, unraveling it before bringing it down to his cock.

You watch his face the way his pink tongue darts out and nips the tip of his tongue, brows furrowed in concentration and arousal as he fits the condom down his thick shaft. You watch his biceps twist, his taut abdomen clench, the black ink coming alive with the ministrations of his muscles underneath.

When he meets your eyes again, you look completely overtaken with desire, eyelids heavy and breath bated. Your pebbled nipples stand at full attention, mimicking his dick and Eddie hooks his fingers underneath those infuriatingly sexy shorts of yours so that he can get rid of them.

You're not wearing underwear. Of course you aren't. Your entire existence is specifically designed to test the bounds of his composure, of his strength. The gold room lighting from his lamp illuminates your body and your shy thighs only part when he's placing his palms between them, slowly encouraging them to allow him a peek or two.

You reach out to stroke his arms as he separates your legs, his jaw hanging ever so slack, cock twitching just a few centimeters away from your opening.

"Fucking hell...you're so goddamn pretty." He strains, swallowing hard as he touches you with hesitant hands, as if he's scared to break you. Your hips lift, just enough to make contact with the tip of his dick and you whine. It's a sound so sweet he almost whimpers himself.

"Please, Eds. I want you inside of me. Please."

His stomach tightens and he crawls over you once again, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He maintains eye contact, breath fanning your mouth as he slips an arm between your bodies and grips his shaft, lining it up with your entrance. Your thighs lift towards your chest, ankles stationed at his waist, and you feel the welcome intrusion of his tip as it passes your slick labia.

You both take a breath in, your fingers needing a vice and moving to the back of his neck as he pivots his hips forward and slips himself into the tightness of your cunt. The stretch causes you to hiss, both in pleasure and pain.

"You okay? Let me know if I need to stop." He grunts, kissing your chin.

"M'okay, don't you dare stop."

His eyelids flutter in tandem with yours, a choked moan leaving his throat as he continues to push himself in, till he's nudging against the soft roundness of your cervix and his balls are resting against your ass.

It feels right. Having him this deep, this close.

You shudder nuzzling your face against the bicep that holds him up. You kiss the skin there and he groans, dragging himself back out and then back in. Your whole body jostles with the movement.

"Jesus Christ, how do you feel s'fucking good? I don't - I can't, fuck." He's a slur of words, beginning to form a steady rhythm. Your moans are more like squeaks the faster he goes, increasing the lewd, sticky sounds between your legs that squelch with each drag and pull of his cock.

"Eddie...E-eddie." Your words are hiccuped from the impact, his hair dangling in your face, tickling your cheeks. His belly is pressed right against yours, the curls at the mound of his pelvis pressed against yours. He lets out this pained sound and goes to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"My name, fuck say it again. Say it again." It's muffled but you can hear it right underneath your ear, his lips a soft vibration against your flesh. You feel so full, it's hard to speak at all. To say anything other than his name. So you recite it like it's the only words you know.

"Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie." They're all punctuated with a whimper that starts from your diaphragm and crawls it's way out of your throat, pistoned by his hips and their grueling ministrations. Skin against skin can be heard from down the park, you're convinced, with how he's fucking you.

Eddie is fucking you. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is fucking you.

"Ohhhh, god, please." You cry out, heels digging into his back, hands splayed across the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. Every breath that passes his lips is followed by a grunt, a groan, a sound that is so close to agony and even closer to toe curling pleasure.

Each stroke of his cock inside of you feels like a pull into his being, and you get frustrated with the fact that you can't see his face, tugging at the back of his neck.

When you look up at the boy above you, reality, for once, feels like the most beautiful thing you've ever endured.

He's flushed, all sweat and shades of pink and red. His eyes are glassy, mirroring yours in the way that it almost looks like he could shed a tear. You move his sticky bangs from his forehead and Eddie is sucker punched in the gut with a wave of adoration.

"Oh, sweetheart," he leans down, slowing his thrusts so that he can kiss you steadily, purposefully. Somehow he feels deeper this way impossibly so, and he nips your bottom lip when you flutter around him. "didn't mean to...to not show you attention m'sorry, just...you feel so good. S'like heaven."

He's half sober half drunk on your pussy and it's so fucking endearing. Neither of you can make out a coherent sentence.

"Keep - keep going, just like that, ohhh." You glance down between your bodies and somewhere behind your organs a warmth, teetering unbearable, flutters throughout your limbs. His arms shake with the fight to hold himself up, until he doesn't anymore, and slips his hands underneath you till they're sandwiched between the mattress and your back. Snug, safe, he engulfs you.

His thrusts are deep and slow now, meaningful instead of mindless bunny fucking. Which, he's not opposed to, but you're you. He wants to fuck you like he might not ever get the chance to again.

"I love you, I love you." He whimpers against the crook of your shoulder. You hold him with the same ferocity that he's holding you, staring up at the ceiling and the stars that blanket your vision instead of the fan above.

"I love you too, fuck, Eddie."

He makes this noise, it's almost pathetic. Petulant. That coil holding you tight, snaps and all at once you're gasping, thighs a deadly grip around his waist.

"Cu-Cumming, I'm cumming." Your walls flex and spasm around his length and Eddie thinks he might pass out. You're still twitching and whining his name with his balls are emptying, when he's spurting into the condom, nudging your cervix.

"Fuck, fuck just like tha- ohhh fuck." He thrusts like he's fucking his cum into you, like he's filling your womb up and making you his forever. He made you cum. He's never felt this high before, and he's a fucking drug dealer.

It's a mixture of panting and the thud of your shared heartbeat for what feels like eternity and one split second. You feel his lips peppering soft, gentle kisses along your jugular, and your fingers trace lines up and down his warm back as his cock softens inside of you.

He rubs his cheek against you, and your fingers pull his hair away from his pretty face. He's looking at you with so much love you could burst again.

"I love you so much." He speaks tenderly, softly, for once. It's scary and breathtaking all at once. The tip of his nose rubs yours, your smiles a reflection of the other.

"I love you too, Munson."

And you do. You really fucking do.

[devious-little-milkmaiden]

Y’all I get that I’m stating the obvious but Aziraphale and Crowley… their fondness for each other is just so apparent, and unmatched. There’s no stupid stoicism, no point in denying just how deeply they care about each other, bc they care about each other so deeply and severely that it’s quite impossible for anyone, including themselves, to deny just how much they love each other. They’ve known each other for so long, they know each other’s nuances to a T and they’re so gentle with each other and although they’re on opposite sides they constantly find ways to each other, find ways to work together, and AUGH the puppy eyes Aziraphale gave Crowley which led Crowley to making Hamlet popular (with little resistance, like he IMMEDIATELY caved), and AUGH the way Aziraphale says “Crowley” and whips around to see him during the French Revolution, and AUGH the SUBTEXT in the 19th century (how Aziraphale is so upset at the thought of possibly losing Crowley) and AUGH the 1940s oh my GODDDDDDD “A little demonic miracle of my own.” And the awestruck expression on Aziraphale’s face and “Lift home?” AUGHGJGHFHFBFGHABRKFBFAIGHSGIAAAAAUUUGHGBSJGMANFNANDNDDAOSKALDJSOAOAKDJAUAUAUAIREDFUEISOCJA and the 1960s AUGHANFJDJSBAUGHAGUAHFBAJTHSNFUAHRNFJSNDNRND How Aziraphale so reluctantly has to choose the lesser of two evils and how his love for Crowley manifests as indignance because he’s just given the person he loves more than anything in the world the equivalent of a nuclear bomb and he’s so terrified that something will happen to him that the only thing he can say to convey it is “You go too fast for me, Crowley” because he’s terrified that this demon who he loves so dearly won’t be there in time for him to finish saying all it is that he wants to say, so he hides it in affectionate nicknames and longing glances and dining together AUGHAGUSBTIAHFBAKFJANFNDKFJGJSJDKF idk man I know this has all been said before but I’m half-faint from the heat today and all I can think about are these two and skdndjfjfovisdgishf

They’re just so afkcswlpksmdskdbxbrjgksjejfkcks

[kaveuh]

hi!! i have an headcanon that ibara has some scars all over his body because of his military training, so i would like to request a fluff where he shows his (gn) s/o some of them since they're dating for a while and he's more comfortable with them, and reader reassures ibara since he looks insecure about them

funny snake man deserves some love :)

★ — "KISS IT BETTER?" ibara saegusa x gn!reader

notes/warning(s) : past scars, slight ooc, oomfie ibara being insecure </3 that’s pretty much it(?)

genre : angst to fluff, comfort

word count : 713

a/n : my silly lil snake man does indeed deserve more love. he’s so scrimbly i love him sm, also i changed my layout again bc im indicisive. and i may have gone overboard.. again. (IM A CLINGY!IBARA TRUTHER I CANT BE STOPPED)

It wasn’t uncommon for Ibara to act vulnerable around you. For someone who’s known and described as a “venomous snake” by others, he sure is soft and sweet when he’s alone with his beloved. Ibara isn’t fond of talking about his past either, especially during his time in middle school.

But you’re his partner. He can trust you, right? For someone as kind as you, why would you stay with someone like him?

Ibara was so deep in his thoughts, that he failed to notice his partner repeatedly call out his name. A sudden poke on his shoulder was enough to snap him out of his senses. "Oh. It’s just you, (name)." He lets out a deep sigh, smiling softly. "What's wrong? Did you need anything?"

Right. They probably just want something in return. That’s why they’re staying with me.

"You’ve been spacing out for the past few minutes. Are you okay? Do you need to rest? I can go home if you want me to." You said, more than willing to give your boyfriend his well-deserved rest and time to himself. After all, he is a very busy, busy man. Ibara responded by rapidly shaking his head, gently wrapping his hand around your wrist, and pulled you back on the couch with him.

"Stay. I’m fine," He grumbled, avoiding your gaze as he was naturally embarrassed by his actions. "I'm just thinking." Followed by a huff, Ibara rests his head on your shoulder. He’s clingier than usual today.

You proceeded to gently play with his hair. He hums as a sign for you to keep going. "Hey, love?" Your boyfriend called out, your face flushing into a shade of pink upon hearing the sudden nickname. "Y-yeah? What’s up?" Ibara could only chuckle at your adorable reaction.

"I wasn’t happy when I was in the military, you know." Your expression softened. You weren’t oblivious. You knew how much he despised his early childhood. You never bothered asking about it as it was a topic that Ibara wanted to keep to himself until he was ready. "It was harsh. For a kid like me? I don’t even know how I stayed for that long." He continued, looking up at you in order to make sure you were listening.

"I’m scared, (name)." Ibara confesses, while you could only look at him in worry. "I’m scared that you don’t love me the way I do. I’m scared that you’re only using me in order to get something in return." He paused, thinking as if he wanted to show you something, but is quite hesitant. "I’m scared that if you see it, you’ll leave me."

"It's okay to be scared. But, I can assure you, that I want nothing in return. I'm simply with you because I want to," Your hand left his head to cup his face with both hands. "I won't ever leave you— whatever it is, it won’t be enough for me to leave." Ibara’s eyes were slightly widened, a shade of red hue plastered all over his (pretty) face.

He’s in a vulnerable state. You’re trusted, fully trusted, more than anything and anyone. Ibara slowly lifted his shirt, avoiding your face, afraid of what expression you may have on right now. "There's… alot of them. I know it’s dumb, I know it isn't like me to feel so… bothered about this kind of stuff. I don't know why I can't just ignore it. It feels so disgusting. I don't want you to find me gross, or icky."

"Ibara…" You sighed, trying to find the right words to say. "I'm happy that you trusted me enough to open up to me. I don't think you're gross, or disgusting, anything like that." You grinned as an idea popped into your head. "I can kiss them better, if you'd like."

Ibara blinks. "K-kiss it better?" He finally looked at you— your face, just like his, was red. Though, your expression showed nothing but pure genuine.

"Mhm! That way, I can show that I'll stay with you until the day I die!" You exclaimed, while your boyfriend finally let out a small and quiet laugh. "I don't think I like the sound of you dying, but I'd love for you to kiss it better."

[autisticlancemcclain]

i just need you to know that a majority of my fav klance fics are by you. and by majority i mean all. that is all. also i legit cannot express how much i love your lance is a disney princess au. bc that au lives in my mind rent free. thats all

that is SO KIND of u to say omg. and yes i love that series!! i have not abandoned it and i do have a wip with it actually, and bc ur so sweet i shall give u a snippet of that wip:

Lance is feeling remarkably better at dinner. Coran wasn’t sure about the plan, at first, but Lance was very convincing, so he relented. It helped that Coran also is not fond of needless animal murder, which is why he’s Lance’s favourite.

(Well, currently. Usually everyone is tied for his favourite, but no one else had his back today at the meeting, so they’re all currently tied for second-favourite. But they’ll have a chance to redeem themselves after this mission is over.)

He and Coran are the last to arrive to dinner, predictably, so Lance doesn’t waste a second.

“I am now on your side,” he announces as soon as he walks through the door. “You’re all correct, we should get this alliance at all cost, and murder the beast in cold blood. I am completely on board with your plan and happy with all the innocent blood about to be on my hands.”

The team, also predictably, stare at him in shocked silence. Lance sits primly in his chair, accidentally-on-purpose elbowing Mullet in the head, and immediately shoves food goo in his mouth so no one can ask any follow-up questions.

Also predictably, that does not work.

“…There were a lot of contradicting words in that announcement,” Mullet says. (Lance is currently very mad at him and as such he has been demoted from fond nicknames and even his regular name so he will be Mullet until Lance wants to bite him — angrily, angrily, not the way he usually wants to bite him — less.)

“Ooooh, SAT word,” Lance responds, just to be a jackass.

(It works. Keith reaches over to attempt to flick him, but unluckily for him Lance is very used to that reaction to his particular brand of annoying, and so Mullet falls off his chair due to Lance kicking it out from under him before his flick lands).

“So,” Lance says, as Mullet curses at him from the floor, “does anyone else have any comments or concerns?”

anyways teehee i’m excited for this fic it’s very dramatic

[singtotheskiies]

“how are you so perfect?!” // karl jacobs fluff alphabet

a/n: the mcyt brainrot continues so i am coping with the fluffiest karl hcs my brain can summon,,,,,,, i am affection-starved send help please

summary: a look into the abcs of dating the one and only sweetheart karl jacobs!!! (fluff alphabet template by @snk-warriors)

activities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

karl loves doing literally anything and everything with you; he just loves your presence and company so much!! whether it’s late-night target runs, playing minecraft together, or just collapsing into your arms after a long, late-night stream, being with you instantly lifts his mood.

beauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

while karl appreciates and adores everything about you, i can definitely see him being a sucker for your eyes. he loves how they sparkle in certain lights, how big and happy they are when you’re looking at him, how they crinkle when you laugh, and how your pretty eyelashes flutter against your cheeks when the two of you cuddle. he often finds himself getting all blushy when you guys maintain prolonged eye contact:)))) i think he’d also love your hands and shoulders too!!

comfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

karl is no stranger to anxiety and is incredibly empathetic. the combination of these two things makes him the BEST person to have around when you’re not feeling good. if you’re sad, he’ll instinctively know just what to do to put a smile on your face again. he’ll crack stupid jokes or put on music and dance with you—anything to make you happy. if you’re anxious, he’ll talk softly to you and, if you’re feeling up to it, will hold you so you can safely come down from your panicking. he’ll definitely cradle the back of your head with his hand as he holds you close, just breathing with you.

dreams - how do they picture their future with their s/o?

karl is definitely the type to fall hard relatively quickly in a relationship. thinking about the future is sometimes scary for him, but with you in the picture, he finds it less threatening—beautiful, even. he doesn’t know exactly how he wants everything to turn out, but he does know that he wants you by his side through all of it.

equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

equality in a relationship is INCREDIBLY important to karl. he respects you so much and wants to make sure that your opinions and ideas are heard. the two of you 100% thrive on mutual communication and input.

fight - would they forgive their s/o easily? how do they fight?

i don’t see karl as the type to get upset easily; he’s pretty chill and is very forgiving since he hates conflict. i can see the odd argument popping up if he’s tired or stressed and accidentally snaps at you, but he’d be clinging to you five minutes later and begging for forgiveness (which, of course, you can’t resist giving him—he has an unfair amount of cute privilege).

gratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

karl is sweetie #1 and never fails to appreciate the people in his life (or let them know). you could get him a monster from the fridge and he’ll literally pepper your face with kisses while chanting “thank you thank you thank you” like you just saved his life or something. he’s such a cutie and never fails to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do:)))

honesty - do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

as i said before, karl thrives on communication. however, he’s often hesitant to tell you when he’s feeling down or upset. even though he knows you probably wouldn’t mind, he doesn’t want to drag you down or burden you with his problems. his tell for feeling down is getting really quiet, so if you notice this, a few gentle questions will get him to open up to you. he’s working on being more open because you always help him feel so much better!!

inspiration - did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? ex: trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

without a doubt, you have both changed each other for the better!! he’s helped you appreciate the little things and the quiet companionship that so many people take for granted. he’s also been a huge constant and has helped you through tough times. you’ve been a huge calming-yet-brilliant force for him and have taught him that good things always come in time. y’all are really an unstoppable pair and mean so much to the other!!

jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

karl doesn’t get jealous as much as he gets insecure. if he’s feeling uncomfortable, he’ll just get super quiet. after all, who is he to stop you from having fun?? maybe you’re better off with this person in the moment,,,, anyway, you’ll have to make it up to him with a cuddle session and reassuring him about how much you love him between soft head kisses:)))

kiss - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

karl’s kisses are LOVELY—soft and sweet with his hands gently cupping your cheek or jaw or even holding your own. he just loves being able to feel you and be close to you. the first kiss probably happened during a cuddle session—he would just be so caught up in your presence and softness and scent that his face would move closer to yours without him even trying. you’d make soft, shy eye contact for a brief moment before his mouth met yours. help he’s so cute ajcividiahhdjfd

love confession - how would they confess to their s/o?

god, he’s SUCH a cheeseball—he’d either do it on your birthday, delivered with a shy smile and giant bouquet, or just blurt it out of nowhere at 2am while the two of you are tired and slap-happy out of your minds. either way, he says it with such hushed reverence that your heart forgets how to work for a few minutes. so many kisses after;))))

marriage - do they want to get married? how would they propose? what would the marriage be like?

like i said earlier, karl can get a bit overwhelmed when thinking about the future. however, he does know that he wants the utter joy you bring him every day to keep going. he likes the idea of a small, pretty wedding with the people you’re closest with, but he’s also fine with just enjoying what you have. as long as he gets to be with you he’s happy:)))

nicknames - what do they call their s/o?

i get the vibe that he’d call you by your first initial or “baby” when he wants to be more casual (but he somehow imbues “baby” with so much meaning,,,,, hhhh). uses “sweetie” sometimes and also “honey” after you’ve been in a relationship for a while. basically just uses the absolute CUTEST names,,, they come naturally to him bc he loves you so much:’))

on cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?

it is PAINFULLY obvious that karl’s in love with you. he’s always gushing about you to his mr. beast and minecraft friends, so full of fond stories that everyone groans at so much of a mention of your name (everyone secretly thinks it’s adorable tho). the two of you have had so many people compliment you on how cute of a couple you are—your joking, fond chemistry is palpable.

pda - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?

while it’s common knowledge karl’s love language is physical touch, he’s always considerate of your boundaries while the two of you are around others. he’ll likely keep pda to hand holding and an arm slung comfortably over your shoulder. it’s just enough to let you feel each other without being too clingy.

quirk - a random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

karl is super unselfish—meaning his closet, nail polish—and yes, even his prized monster energy drinks—are also yours. he truly believes that sharing is caring, and it makes him incredibly happy when you’re wearing one of his iconic sweaters or giving him a grateful smile as he hands you half of his taco bell order.

romance - how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?

karl is a complete angel and always puts others first, meaning he’s an absolute GOD when it comes to romance. he’s always laughing and joking with you, and he never runs out of fun things for the two of you to do. at the beginning of your relationship, he’ll stick to the tried-and-true formulas of giant teddy bears, chocolate, and shared sweaters. as he gets to know you better, though, he’ll take pride in giving you super personal gifts and crafting special date nights he knows you’ll love. he’s the absolute sweetest:’’))

support - do they help their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

karl is your biggest fan first and your boyfriend second. he never fails to cheer you on every step of the way and remind you just how incredible you are when you’re struggling. he truly believes you can do anything—he is an angel. an ANGEL.

thrill - do they need to try out new things to spice out their relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

the two of you have a happy, comfortable rhythm in your relationship. however, you guys definitely try things together. watching a new cartoon, trying a quirky restaurant, or doing weird challenges with each other on stream never feels too much like stepping out of your comfort zone since the two of you are so in sync. even if something backfires, you’ve got the safety net of the other person to catch you.

understanding - how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

karl has incredible amounts of emotional and interpersonal intelligence. he believes in the innate dignity and beauty of all people, and LOVES getting to know every single bit of who you are. he’s completely committed to you, and is the perfect person to help you with whatever you’re going through.

value - how important is the relationship to them? what is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

he considers your relationship to be the best part of his life. you’ve been with him through so much, and looking back, it’s incredibly clear just how much your presence in his life has changed him for the better. he loves you so much!!!!!

wild card - a random fluff headcanon.

karl often rants happily on and on about his newest cartoon or gaming obsession while the two of you are cuddling. he’s just so cute, and more often than not you’ll end up kissing all over his freckled cheeks and soft hair. he melts into you like a cat and the two of you just breathe the other in with pure contentment:))))) send help y’all are so cute:))))

xoxo - are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

this goes without saying, but karl is a cuddlebug supreme. if you’re not super into cuddling, he’ll understand but try and ease you into it so that he can love you the way he really wants to!! copious amounts of cuddles, kisses, and affection are central to his ideal relationship.

yearning - how do they cope when they’re missing their partner?

poor karl gets so lonely without you!! you’ll facetime him when you’re gone for even a night, and he’ll pick up wearing one of your sweatshirts. “miss me that much??” you tease, and he can only nod and pout. expect millions of wish you were heres and miss you babys and can’t wait to hug u agains spam texted to you. lots of snapchats of him giving puppy dog eyes to the camera and cuddling stuffed animals will also be sent. he can’t help it—he just adores you and is constantly pouting until you’re back.

zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what will they do?

you’re karl’s everything, and he’ll do anything to make sure that your relationship is happy, healthy, and beneficial for both of you. thankfully, though, he’s such a sweetheart that making sure things are running smoothly isn’t much of a task at all!!

[sneezefiction]

soft seijoh sleepover

Seijoh x Reader - Sleepover Headcanons

a/n: the next team in my soft team sleepover series is Aoba Johsai! :,)) this one gave me so many feels. enjoy many hugs, sweet gestures, and fluffy feels @ a sleepover with our beloved, turquoise-wearing boys

warnings: none!

wc: 940

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you’d been managing the Aoba Johsai volleyball team since you were a 1st year, so you’ve had the pleasure (and horror) of getting super close with the Seijoh boys

back in the day, Iwa and Oikawa shared several classes with you & had somehow convinced you that you would be a perfect manager for their hectic team

and you actually believed them :O

but it was SO worth it. you have so many terrifying photos and videos, a nickname for each of the boys, and you’ve received hugs every school day since you started working w/ them

however, now that you’re a 3rd year, you’ve been searching for a way to show your care for the team before you inevitably part with them

which is heartbreaking to say the least… but you’ve figured out a way to leave them on a sweeter note

a ★Goodbye I Love You All So Much★ sleepover at your house

you’ve got stacks of DVD’s out on your coffee table instead of using N*tflix just to make Hanamaki and Kunimi mad

you also managed to set up several bowls of the boys fav snacks which consist of m&m’s, popcorn, chips, sour gummies (bc for some reason i hc that Kunimi likes those), and a sneaky milk bread just for Oikawa

and the boys arrive one by one

each one giving you their signature hugs:

Hanamaki’s is short, but sweet, wrapping his arms around you in a tight squeeze

Yahaba’s hug lingers as he makes some flirty comment about how nice you smell, but you just laugh and push him off of you

you’re engulfed in a wholesome hug from Watari and it was all precious and sweet like: (⊃•́‿•̀｡)⊃━✿✿✿✿✿✿

Mattsun’s is a Whole Embrace mixed with some goofy one-liners that makes you chuckle into his warm, fuzzy jacket - he always found a way to make you feel at ease & humor usually worked

HOWEVER the whole vibe is changed as Kyoutani grumpily makes his way inside, side-eyeing everyone in the process

Kyo simply looks at you, nods, and hands you a bag of store-bought cookies. to you this has been a successful interaction

but once Iwaizumi arrives, you literally have to look away to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. 

he just stares at his feet with a somber, blushy expression on his face until he realizes that you’re not gonna be able to initiate the hug bc Emotions™

his hug is l o n g. and warm. and several tears are shed into his well-worn, denim jacket while he cradles your head

tears are wiped away only for Kindaichi to stumble through the door with a card and flowers in his hand bc he wants you to know how much he’ll miss you.

Kindaichi’s hug is short, but it’s intentionally that way because he doesn’t feel like crying into your hair and almost fails

You can breathe a sigh of relief when Kunimi saunters into your home bc you know he isn’t gonna get all soft on you

he literally just side hugs you and honestly you couldn’t be more grateful for the chill interaction

but the relief is short-lived, because THE Oikawa Tooru is the last to dramatically make his way through the door

Tooru has his most precious smile on, just how you remembered it from your first year, and envelopes you in a hug that all but m e l t s you

you don’t usually let him use all of his charms on you, but you make an exception since this is one of the last times you’ll get to hold him this closely

besides Iwaizumi, Oikawa is undeniably one of the best hug-givers because he naturally soothes you, letting you lean into his chest and rest your chin on his shoulders. 

he’s definitely tracing small circles on your back and smiling into your hair which makes you entirely forget that there’s a room full of boys lounging around, watching this hug fiasco go down

“Get a room, you two!” You hear Hanamaki call out

Ah, yes, people are here

“Shhh! We were having a moment!” Oikawa whines, but you pull away from him anyways, rolling your eyes at the rest of the team

and thus the movie watching marathon begins

“Aliens” (by Tooru’s request) is first, then “The Greatest Showman,” followed by “Pacific Rim,” since you didn’t have any of the original Godzilla movies that Iwaizumi had requested

4 people pile onto the couch, squishing each other and getting a bit tangled

basically, you’re sandwiched between Iwa and Kindaichi (much to Oikawa dismay, bc he wanted to sit next to you)

everyone else is spread out on the carpet, in bean bags, across sleeping bags & pillows… whatever they find most comfortable

but the films weren’t exactly the focus

instead, almost everyone is making snide remarks, narrating, and sending memes throughout each movie while Iwaizumi is practically begging (threatening) all of them to just, “Shut up and watch!”

and because Iwa is literally about to punch one of them, you grab him by the shoulders and tilt his body until this head is laying in your lap & you’re softly brushing your fingers through his hair

you learn a lot about their film theories & gamer terms which only reaffirms your belief that they’re all just a bunch of nerdy, volleyball obsessed kids (even though they all want you to think they’re super cool and attractive)

but alas, it’s this goofiness that makes you so fond of them: the teasing and prodding, the illogical banter, and the casual & often untimely flirting from each of the boys periodically…

none of you get any sleep, but it’s okay because you’re cozied up next to your favs and they make sure to tease and love on you as much as possible, because you are just so special to them

you will miss every. single. one. of. them.

but to your credit, they are going to miss you so much more <3

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soft team sleepover series

soft shiratorizawa sleepover

soft karasuno sleepover

soft nekoma sleepover

soft fukurodani sleepover (in progress)

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[arcade-conspiracy]

Julian Browning (The Usher) x Reader General Dating Headcanons

Warnings: None :3

A/N: I’m having BRAINROT, also these are kinda old so they might suck but oh well

What a fucking romantic. Huge fan of classic shows of affection and chivalry. You can pry it from his cold, quite literally, dead hands.

Expect lots of hand/knuckle kisses, doors opened for you, and single roses. You can expect many detailed love letters as well. He tends to ramble in them a lot, his mind drifting constantly while trying to write them for you.

He is also not very big on pda. He’ll keep you close by and hold your hands while you’re in public, but anything further is,, not quite his speed. Maybe he’ll go crazy and let you sit in his lap if he’s in a place he feels comfortable or around those he knows well, but that’s a large maybe.

To him affection is something intimate and special. He’s not one to give it to just anyone. It could also maybe be the selfish need to not let anyone but him see you blush from his kisses and so on, but I didn’t tell you that.

If you wear makeup, he will in fact be watching you do it every single day. Not in a creepy way at all, though, it’s very sweet. He’s a bit,, fascinated with makeup, so why wouldn’t he? He just finds it interesting how much someone’s look can change entirely with just a few powders and creams. He believes it’s quite a talent.

He also just likes looking at you, so it doesn’t hurt that it’s you he’s getting to watch do the makeup. It’s a little more explainable than the normal longing stares he may give, or the many times he’s caught himself watching you sleep next to him,,

Not one to be very big on nicknames or pet names, when it comes to giving them. When he does use them, though, it’s always something like “my dearest” or “my love.” It’s not too daring or provocative, but it definitely gets the point across. Again, very fond of classic love, it’s in his blood.

Will take any opportunity to slow dance with you, especially when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s not particularly,, skilled at it per say, but it’s intimate and special to him, so he’s gonna keep doing it.

Sometimes you’ll be sitting in the lobby of the Universal Palace, waiting for him to be finished cleaning or whatever he may be doing to end the night and the ambient music you normally don’t notice sounds super loud with no one in the room. He will take that opportunity to steal a dance.

If you have any sort of height difference, which chances are you will bc he’s tall as hell, he can and will get an ego boost from it.

His height is one of the few things he’s 100% confident about, and if he has to lean down to kiss you, even just by a little, boy is that confidence through the roof.

Might throw out a teasing comment or two about it from time to time, because he’s obligated to make you feel even more small than you already are to him.

Yes he does the cooking, yes he does the cleaning, but only cause he enjoys doing so for you. He is the king of acts of service, only the lord knows why. It’s how he shows his love to his theater, by cleaning and keeping things nice, it’s how he’s gonna show love to you.

Especially if you’re disabled or mentally ill or going through a hard time. He feels more inclined to make sure that the things you need done get done. Though, he’d never admit that it makes him feel good to do these things for you. If anything, he might express feign annoyance about it, just because that’s how he is. He does thoroughly enjoy it, though, despite how he may make it seem.

It’s a given, but expect many a movie night with this man. Whether that be cuddled up on a couch somewhere, or him ironically queuing up Phantom of the Opera a the Universal Palace, he finds great joy in watching films with those he loves.

Horror movies are obviously his favorite, but he’s not opposed to branching out into other genres, especially if it’s your favorite movie. He’s forced you to watch Phantom on multiple occasions, he can bare to watch what you like every once in a while.

He’s overall a very desperate and deep lover. All of his actions are thought out and perfectly planned, nothing he does for you without reason. You are his, and he is yours, and that’s how it should be.

[kosmo-mckogane]

Okay but hear me out, klance au where they still go to space and all that but this time kl were pen pals as kids 😭😭😭 extra points if they don’t realize until they’re way into the whole voltron thing

yoo this is such a good concept...

maybe keith wasn't too into the idea at the time, when every child at his new foster home was assigned a penpal. maybe he thought it was a waste of time. maybe he thought it was a joke that someone as closed off and disagreeable as himself got partnered with a penpal who was just so annoyingly sunny, who wrote all his letters in glittery blue gel ink and added little funny doodles in the corners, whose stories were long and detailed and never sounded dull.

but, maybe, keith was also drawn in by the boy's energy, by the stories he told. maybe he was reluctant to dim that happy, optimistic attitude. and so, he wrote back, every time. and maybe, just maybe, he begins to grow fond of his penpal.

and that's why, when keith leaves that home, he keeps writing letters. well, for a few foster homes, at least. but through all the moving around, especially once he meets shiro, it becomes kind of hard for him to keep track, and eventually, he loses touch with him. his penpal doesn't have keith's new address, and keith doesn't even know if his penpal's address is the same anymore.

he still thinks about him sometimes, though. and keith doesn't know it, but his penpal - lance - still thinks of him, too. he keeps all his letters in a shoe box on a shelf, and every so often he'll read over them and think, what happened? where did you go?

and when voltron happens, when they're in space together, there are a few moments where it almost clicks. like when they see each other’s handwriting for the first time - maybe while making the voltron paladin handbook - and they both get this vague deja vu. but they brush it off, bc they’ve probably seen each other’s handwriting at some point at the garrison, right?

but then, one day keith, lance, hunk, and pidge are in the lounge, and lance and hunk are reminiscing about their lives back on earth, with pidge chipping in every so often as she tinkers with her computer and Keith mostly just listening. 

and at some point, hunk says, "oh, hey lance, remember that one guy you used to write love letters to all the time?"

at first, keith doesn't think much of it, just rolling his eyes with a scoff as lance protests, "uh, excuse me, they weren't love letters, we were penpals! that's like a whole different thing >:("

but - penpals - that sparks keith's memory. as hunk and pidge continue to tease lance, keith finds himself remembering his own penpal that he'd had as a kid. he remembers sparkly blue ink, messy little doodles and obviously exaggerated stories. how his friend would talk and talk about his family, his interests, and his life, but how he'd never push too hard for many details on Keith's own life, offering a welcome escape from some of the annoying stuff keith had to deal with in foster homes.

keith wonders where he is now, and how he's doing. he hopes he's okay.

"what was his name?" pidge's voice brings keith back to the conversation. "your boyfriend, i mean."

"for the last time, he was not my boyfriend!" lance cries, spreading his arms dramatically, pidge and hunk only snickering in response. "and, actually, i never knew his real name. i always just called him space cadet."

and keith's stomach drops.

"what?"

keith hadn't meant to blurt that out so loudly or so suddenly - in all honesty he didn't mean to speak at all - but now all eyes are on him.

"uh." lance raises an eyebrow. "i said i called him space cadet? you know, like a nickname? to use instead of his real name? i'm actually really good at coming up with those! you know, i was the one who gave hunk here his nickname ..."

keith lets the conversation drift from himself again, keeping his expression carefully blank.

"oh, right," he mutters, praying that his tone sounds as careless as he hopes. he glances away, folding his arms and leaning back on the couch, feigning disinterest.

he sees hunk tilt his head in confusion, but then pidge butts in to make fun of lance for giving his penpal such a dorky nickname, and keith's blunder is soon forgotten.

okay, keith tries to reason with himself, just because lance happened to give his penpal the same nickname as keith's penpal gave him, doesn't mean they're the same person. it could just be a weird coincidence.

but the more keith hears lance talk about his penpal, the more apparent it becomes that it is not, in fact a coincidence, and that lance is, in fact, keith's old penpal.

queue keith having a gay panic for 34234 years wondering how to tell lance that his self proclaimed rival and his beloved childhood penpal are actually the same person

[greatresponsibilitya2]

PETER PARKER + STATS  // aka my pete is a mess of headcanons welcome

(tw death, murder, mental illness)

basic information

full name: peter benjamin parker

nickname(s): pete, spidey

age: twenty-four

date of birth: october 14

hometown: queens , new york , usa

current location: either manhattan or queens idk dude this boy hasn’t had a stable address in a minute (but still new york always new york)

ethnicity: white

nationality: american

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual, Slut TM

religion: jewish, somewhere in the largely secular reform/reconstructionist vein (had a bar mitzvah, celebrates the major holidays, not much else)

political affiliation: peter parker voted for bernie sanders change my mind (democrat, views voting as a flawed by necessary responsibility bc unfortunately he cannot punch his way into systemic change)

occupation: um. working on it. former lab assistant. current full-time vigilante, part-time pizza delivery.

living arrangements: currently crashing with aunt may. also working on it.

language(s) spoken: english, some spanish, mandarin, and yiddish

accent: american, with a slight new york inflection. it’s stronger in the suit or when he’s very stressed (which is mostly in the suit, and also just a lot of the time tbh)

physical appearance

face claim: charlie rowe

hair colour: brown (a little curly, badly in need of a haircut)

eye colour: brown (like a light hazely brown)

height: 5′10″

tattoos: none

piercings: one tiny stud ear piercing that he got with miles as a bonding activity because i’m really committed to this bit and he’s been on the cusp of a breakdown awhile

clothing style: lol. baggy sweatshirts, worn-in flannels, graphic t-shirts, jeans, battered converse. right at that intersection between respectably disheveled nerd and skater boy grunge. he wears his suit underneath his everyday clothes most of the time

usual expression: intense concentration

distinguishing characteristics: his webshooters, which he’s modified to look something like a watch or a fitbit and can wear with his everyday clothes

health

physical ailments: genetically mutated spider dna?

neurological conditions: all undiagnosed bc this bitch won’t see a therapist but! anxiety, depression, ptsd, adhd

allergies: none he knows of

sleeping habits: hahahahahahahaha

eating habits: his metabolism is absurdly fast, his exercise regimen out of control, and his wallet can’t keep up. he doesn’t have the time, resources, energy, or skills to cook for himself often (though he can do a decent stir fry), so he mostly gets by on inexpensive takeout. he’s particularly fond of pizza and thai food

exercise habits: mostly just patrol/spider-man duties/swinging around the city with nothing but his own upper body & core strength; he’ll sometimes work out to stay in shape and burn energy

emotional stability: no.

sociability: he has friends, but he’s always considered himself a loner. he’s better at making plans than keeping them, and has an advanced degree at self-sabotaging relationships. he’s good for a movie night, but if he starts to feel threatened, the walls go up, and the bridges get burned

body temperature: warmer than average

addictions: arguably, being spider-man

drug use: nothing really? may partake a little with ned sometimes

alcohol use: not obsessive, but he’ll drink socially or kick back a beer after a long day/night

personality

archetype: the caregiver

positive traits: loyal, brilliant, just, passionate

negative traits: stubborn, egotistical, guilt-ridden, insecure

goals/desires: help people. find peace. do some neat science. have a life.

fears: people he loves getting hurt. bad things happening because he didn’t stop them. bad things happening because he caused them. dying young.

hobbies: ~ science ~ ; video games ; skateboarding ; photography

habits: u know that thing of just being really fidgety all the time & drumming your fingers on every available surface & jittering your leg up and down? yeah that

favourites

weather: the way i’m tempted to say broody and rainy. no. like a nice crisp autumn day with a little bit of a breeze and a nice amount of sun and pretty leaves

colour: red

music: alt- and indie-rock, mostly; he also listened to a lot of 70s and 80s music with ben and still enjoys it

movies: schlocky sci-fi and fantasy (he’s big fan of zombieland, star wars, and lotr)

sport: baseball

beverage: cheap black burnt coffee

food: aunt may’s wheat cakes <3 and a good bagel with schmear

animal: he is.... not actually..... really much of an animal person..... but he will cross the street to pet a good dog and enjoys other people’s cats

family

father: richard parker, deceased

mother: mary parker, deceased

uncle: ben parker, deceased (fc tom hanks until proven otherwise)

aunt: may parker (fc marisa tomei)

sibling(s):  none that he knows of

children: none

pet(s): none

family’s financial status: working- / lower-middle-class. scraping by, but decidedly not in luxury, particularly after ben’s death and peter’s student loans

extra

zodiac sign: libra

what’s in his edc ( everyday carry ): inside the same battered and lovingly patched-up navy jansport he’s had since his senior year of high school: headphones (tangled), cell phone (broken), laptop (cracked), chargers, pack of gum (half-empty), clif bar, spare web cartridges, lab notebook, cheap ball point pen, old pencils, wallet (empty), metrocard, change of clothes, water bottle (half-empty, crumpled, disposable, lukewarm), house keys & carabiner

mbti: infp

enneagram: type 5, the investigator

temperament: melancholic

hogwarts house: gryffindor

moral alignment: neutral good

element: air

[gloomybabygirl]

{mrs.} Poe Dameron x fem!reader

A/N: this is plagiarized from inspired by the last scene in Pride and Prejudice (2005, the only acceptable version). I’ve loved this story for as long as I can remember and have had this scene memorized for the longest time. I couldn’t get a Poe version out of my head today :) if you haven’t seen the movie what in the fuck are you doing go watch it?? but even if you have, I’ll link the scene below so you can refresh your memory <3 p.s. it has just occurred to me that this is only the ending in the U.S. version so if you are from somewhere else please you need to see this 

warnings: mentions of sex?, plagiarism, pure fluff, danger of falling in love with Poe, bad writing :) this is fem reader bc of the mrs. i’m so sorry!!

word count: 

song: Mrs. Darcy- Original Film Score!! highly recommend listening while you read

link to scene 

You hoped the novelty of calling Poe Dameron your husband would never wear off. The way saying the word husband when referring to him made your stomach flutter and heat creep up to your cheeks. It filled you up to the brim with happiness and love that you got to call him your own. 

The first few days of married life were being spent on Yavin IV so Poe could show you where he intended to raise a family with you once the war was over. You loved nothing more than hearing this man talk about the future. It was something he didn’t dare to do for a long, long time. But something about your love and hope showed him the stunning glimmer of a light at the end of the tunnel. Now, the thing that kept him going through each mission was the thought of one day being able to tell his kids about them. 

While your honeymoon had been mostly spent... honeymooning, you were falling more in love seeing Poe like this. Childlike almost. Taking you to all the places he remembered from his youth. 

He dragged you to a huge tree, with a hole through the base of the trunk, big enough to fly a tie fighter though. It was easily the tallest tree you had seen on Yavin and it must have been around for at least a thousand years.

“Under here,” he said stepping into the hollowed trunk of the ancient tree “is where I had my first kiss.” 

“Hm, should I be jealous?” You asked, smirking at the man boy. 

“Nah, because now you’ll be my favorite kiss inside this tree.” He gently pulled your wrist, and wrapped his arm around your waist. His free hand cupped the side of your face and brought you in for a sweet, lingering kiss. 

He pulled away for a moment and just looked at you in adoration. You saw a change in his eyes and caught a devilish gleam before he said: 

“Come on, I’ll show you were I lost my virginity!” and ran from the kissing tree.

“Poe! I don’t want to see that!” You yelled, laughing and running after him.

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He did not, in fact, show you where he lost his virginity. 

He instead lead you up a small mountain that was closer to his childhood home. About midway up the mountain was a circle of light colored boulders, in a oblong circle. Poe had a soft smile on his lips, but when you met his eyes, there was a shadow of sadness.

“Over by all these rocks here, this is where I would play with all my toy A-Wings. I wanted to be just like my mom.”  

You grabbed his hand and squeezed, silently letting him know you were there for him. He squeezed back and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek. 

“This is where our kids will play with toy X-Wings because they want to be just like their dad.” He laughed at your eyeroll following the comment. “The I’ll have a whole squadron of just Damerons.” 

“I’m sure Leia will be thrilled to pieces to have that many trigger- happy flypeople under her command.” 

He chuckled again, kissing your temple this time. 

Once again, taking off at light speed, he started running further up the mountain. 

“Come on, I have one more place I want to show you today!” 

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“Poe, baby it’s getting dark.” You had been following him up this mountain for several minutes (not that you minded the view). 

“I know,” he threw you a grin over his shoulder. “Don’t worry Princess, we’re at the top,” he extended his hand back to help you up the rest of the way, kissing the back of your hand tenderly when you got to him. 

He walked you over to a small clearing and laid down on the thick grass, pulling you down with him. 

You lay your head on his chest so you could hear the quiet, steady beating of his golden heart. Your hand clasped tightly in his was laying next to your face on his chest. Perfect for giving him sweet kisses across his scarred knuckles. 

You angled your chin to look up at him. “So... is this where you lost your virginity?” You asked, only half joking. 

He laughed lightly, “Nah, I can show you that tomorrow. This is where I would go when I was scared, or sad, or just... whatever. I would look up at the stars and it would remind me of how small and miniscule my problems were. That there were so many other people out there who needed help. My help. reminding myself of that would ground me and get me it of whatever mood I was in. I wanted to bring you here because this was my special secret place where even my dad couldn’t find me.” 

You stayed silent, letting him have this moment for himself. The thick feeling of nostalgia for a childhood that wasn’t even yours filled the space between the two of you. Suddenly, he sat up and sat cross legged facing you, wanting to look at you. He took your hands in his roughed up calloused ones and studied your face for a moment. 

“How are you tonight, honey?” He asked, making you wince slightly. 

“Very well. Only, I don’t like it when you call me ‘honey’,” you said gently. 

He looked a little hurt, causing you to reach out to cup his cheek, his stubble tickling your palm. “Why not?” 

You giggled a little at his hurt expression. “Because it’s what my dad always called my mom when he was mad about something.” 

Relief flooded his sweet, brown eyes. “Then what pet names am I allowed to call you?” 

“Well let me think... ‘Baby’, for everyday,” He beamed at you. “’Princess’ for holidays. And ‘kitten’ but only on very special occasions,” You said winking at him referring to a nickname he had grown fond of using in the bedroom. 

“Okay,” he was still grinning from ear to ear, “Then what should I call you when I’m mad? Mrs. Dameron?” 

“No!” You would never want him to use your favorite title in a negative way. You kissed the small gold band around his ring ringer. “No. You can only call me Mrs. Dameron when you are completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.” You said smiling up to him. 

“Well then how are you tonight, Mrs. Dameron?” He asked, kissing your forehead with featherlike softness. 

He looked at you, smiling lightly, before whispering again, “Mrs. Dameron.” He then leaned to press a kiss to your cheek, causing the blood to rush there. 

“Mrs. Dameron,” He moved to warm the frosty tip of your nose with his tender kiss.

He couldn’t get enough of how that pet name rolled off his tongue and fit you perfectly. “Mrs. Dameron,” He hesitated for a brief moment to take in your scent and then kissed your other cheek, feeling you smile under his lips. 

“Mrs. Dameron,” He whispered one last time before finally capturing your lips in his own. 

You knew this feeling would last forever.

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[clearsky]

My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄👁 sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

[kalofi]

THE WAY BUBBY SAID "UH.......THANKS?" THE EXPRESSIONS THE LINES THE !!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING tis positively immaculate i will treasure it and I read it in exactly their voice poggers as hell

THANK UUUU !!!!!

also kinda unrelated but in my minds eye boomer progression goes like this

1. 8U-88Y project is started, perfect scientist is in the works >:P

2. not really coomer’s department but he likes to check in on the progress cause he thinks it’s cool. also he volunteered to b cloned for another one of black mesa’s fucked up experiments so he’s in the same area occasionally so he stops by

3. 8U-88Y almost finished, full sentience and motor skills etc. coomer visits more frequently now even if its out of his way. he likes talking to the weird guy in the tube. 8U-88Y is wary of him(not very fond of scientists at black mesa for obvious reasons) but otherwise doesn’t mind his company too much

3. 8U-88Y—nickname ‘Bubby’—project is finished, let out of tube to work in black mesa. they kinda just put him in whatever department needs help or smth (idk how science and stuff works) cuz he’s the ‘perfect scientist.’

4. with bubby outta the tube n able to do his own thing (with limitations) he n coomer r able to interact more. coomer develops a lil crush on them but bubby is kinda dense n doesn’t have much experience w humans yet so passes all of coomer’s flirting attempts off as friendly coworker banter

5. coomer takes this as bubby not being interested so stops his advances but they continue to hang out whenever bubby is put in coomer’s department or during lunch breaks and the like

6. coomer meets future ex wife, feels pressured to get married so they do. around this time bubby starts realizing ‘oh shit these feelings im feeling are actually not in fact platonic but romantic and i need to do smth about this but oh no the one i lov-like. the one i like is now getting married oops guess i missed my chance im going to spend the rest of my life pining :)’

7. coomer marriage doesnt work out, get divorced. internally bubbys like YEESS OH SHIT YEEEESS LETS FUCKING GGOOOOOOOOOO but then they feel bad n kinda support coomer through it. 

8. after that mess they both continue working at black mesa but there’s tension bc like. ooooo surpressed feelings. bubby doesnt wanna say anything cause he’s like aw man he just got out of a divorce i’d b an ass to swoop in now i needa give it time *proceeds to never confess* and coomer’s like aw man if i ask bubby out he might think he’s my rebound and i’d hate for that to happen lemme just give it time *proceeds to never confess*

now from here its either ‘they finally talk it out n realize they both have feelings for each other n by the time the rescas happens they’ve been married for awhile’ OR. ‘theyre still stupid but post-rescas helps them stop pussy footing around each other and finally confess and they have a wedding n invite their friends.’ i like both. the first one is nice bc like. marriage bro theyre simply in love. tho the drama and tension the latter option creates is quite juicy <3

[unholyplumpprincess]

Extra Prizes

For @fyeahnix who wanted the goirls being competitive little shits and also absolutely wanting to bone each other. Tysm for supporting me!!!!!

Summary: Wraith and Anita have always been competitive- even before their romantic relationship. It just leads to fun new bets in the arena, and firing each other up until they’re desperate to get off the dropship and get on top of each other instead.

Reblogs > Likes. Have your age (18+) in your bio before interacting or you will be blocked.

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bangalore/Wraith

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Wraith has mentions of body mods, the girls are fiiiiighttiiing (but in a loving way), Wraith has a large/fat clit bc hallelujah, they’re snarky at each other, Bangalore’s various pet names for Wraith, strap ons + penetration, Wraith’s infamous werewolf dick makes a comeback except Anita wears it and knots her bby.

Words: 3.5k

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There were just some things that never changed.

Such as, the bickering and the teasing between Anita and Wraith even before they had begun a relationship. Namely, this time, because Anita had started it- if you asked Wraith who was currently eyeballing her partner up from behind as the trekked through the arena.

They were in World’s Edge this time around in a duo, the piercing cold air racing across their bodies as they worked through Epicenter. They were about halfway through the match, Wraith with five kills under her belt, Anita with four, and the tensions were just as high as when they had landed.

Even before they were in a relationship, the competition between each other never shifted. That same playful energy of ‘Anything you can do, I can do better’. Except instead of blatantly flirting with each other and hoping the other would pick up on it like they had for a few seasons; They found it in their current relationship that it was more fun to poke at familiar topics, topics that they knew would poke the others’ buttons just right.

Even on the dropship Anita had gently nudged her, a crooked grin over her handsome features and speaking quietly just for them to hear, “Ey, betcha’ I can wrack up more kills than you, ghostie. Loser takes winner out for lunch tomorrow.”

The fond nickname made Wraith’s heart flutter softly, glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. It was the start to their playful competition this round. Kills? Easy, Wraith could do that. And Wraith did oh so like being taken out to lunch. Especially if it meant seeing Anita dressed up and trying to convince Wraith that it was okay to order something different other than chicken strips off the menu for once.

“You’re on, Sergeant. Try not to slow me down.”

That had been the start of it. Then they’d gotten into their first fight with Wraith knocked back and Anita eliminating the entire duo. She’d cockily walked up to her, a swagger in her step and a sway of her hip with her flatline slung over her shoulder. She’d offered her hand, yanking Wraith back to her feet and smirking when Wraith had grumbled a ‘thanks’ and dusted the snow from her body. “Don’t mention it. Looks like I already have two ahead of you, huh? Don’t get slow on me now.”

~Rest under the cut~

A smile played on Wraith’s lips as the spark of a flame of competitiveness arose in her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Which is how they ended up here. With Wraith just the smallest bit ahead of her only because she managed to catch a solo newbie by surprise. Her eyes fall back towards Anita who is guiding them through Epicenter, heading for the big center tower and starting to make a left to go around the-

Someone’s aiming at you.

It’s with practiced ease that she grabs Anita’s hand, yanking her backwards into the building just in time for the crack of a Kraber to be heard. The bullet bounces off the building, sounding about near where Anita had been standing. Wraith doesn’t even realize their position, too busy focused on trying not to get them eliminated, not until she hears Anita’s breath hitch.

A blink of her pure white, glowing eyes and Wraith finds them with one hand next to Anita’s body, their bodies pressed together with Anita’s back flat to the wall so they couldn’t be seen. They’re chest to- well, lower rib cage area due to their height difference, Wraith pressing up against her, her thigh between Anita’s in what must have been reflex. It doesn’t help that Anita’s warm body is tempting her, that familiar feeling of wanting to press closer and get even more heated.

Or maybe make her jump and squeak with her cold fingers running up her back.

“Try not to get yourself killed before we even make it to top five.” Wraith murmurs quietly, moving her hand off the wall and subtly tracing down the curve of Anita’s side and hip. There‘s that small tension before she’s pulling away to portal them out of there. There wasn’t a need for any unnecessary battle, especially because they didn’t have the shields for it if they already had a Kraber.

However, Wraith does get the pleasure of seeing Anita’s face before she leaves. The way her cheeks are ever so slightly warmed in that dark room before her eyes sparkle red hot with the reminder of competition.

That sparks it worse throughout the game. To the point that flirting starts to get heavier in the snarky remarks to each other. Until it comes to a point where Wraith has seven kills, Anita matching her. She’s casually walking by Wraith who is looting a death box, ensuring no drones were flying by to notice before she grabs Wraith’s ass cheekily whilst strolling by with a, “Lookin’ damn good out there, ghostie.”

Wraith’s face had flushed, standing upright just as quick and shooting her a look that was only met with a two-finger salute from over Anita’s shoulder.

Brat.

To a similar moment minutes later where Wraith has to yank Anita into cover again when gunshots are heard close by, rolling them under a building in Harvester and just out of the ring’s edge as it closes. Chest to chest with Wraith’s head tucked against her neck and a hand under Anita’s head to protect from any rocks or hard ground.

You truly can’t blame her for pressing a kiss just under Anita’s ear, far too tempting with her flesh right there. But maybe murmuring a mock back, ”Looking good down there, sarge.” wasn’t the best idea when they were both already so fired up.

Especially when Anita chuckles low in her chest at the mock, like she knew she deserved that. That flustered little sound as her head tilts ever so slightly for another kiss- or even a bite- that she doesn’t get. It’s worth it just to hear her huff low in her throat in a whine as Wraith moves, her gloved hands lingering on Wraith’s hips as if she might pull her back down. But, Wraith slides off her with a coy expression and nudges her head towards the sound of gunshots and where drones fly overhead, reminding them both of their position in the arena.

In the end, they score the championship title and are finally able to tally for their own bet.

Wraith: Eight kills.

Anita: Eight kills.

“I have more damage than you,” Wraith points out with a flicker of her lips as she gestures to the holographic scoreboard in front of them, leaning her shoulder into Anita as she does so. Her tone is playful, daring Anita to challenge her.

Anita leans in with her to look at the scoreboard, eyes narrowed at the board and the light reflecting off her face beautifully in a way that Wraith can’t help but stare at.

She’s got a bit of blood on the corner of her mouth, dirt smudged across her freckled cheek and her curls just a bit fluffier from the humidity. The bloody corner of her mouth is pulled up into a crooked smirk, her eyes sliding to look at Wraith with such a heated expression at the challenge in her deep pools of brown. Her eyes flicker down to Wraith’s lips, her eyes falling half lidded and starving.

Wraith’s heart jumps in her chest.

She wants to kiss you.

She wants to fuck you.

She looks hungry-

Are you going to let her just sit there?

“Tell ya what. You can have just this one win, pumpkin. But, I get a lil kiss for bein’ so nice to you, sound like a deal?” Anita’s voice is a tease, her hand reaching and gently grasping Wraith’s chin, smoothing her gloved thumb over her bottom lip temptingly. Wraith can feel the tension between them, that band just waiting to snap as they look at each other. They’re still on the dropship, headed back to the compound where paparazzi would try to get them to wait so they could question and poke them.

You can’t really blame Wraith for climbing into Anita’s lap then, straddling her waist and fisting her curls to pull her hair back as her girlfriend hisses with pleasure. Their lips just ghosting from each other’s, breath mingling and Anita’s breath quickening. Wraith lets her lips flicker up into a smirk, “Deal.” Before finally pressing forward to kiss her like they’ve been dying to all match.

–

The race to Wraith’s compound room after their showers is so quiet you would have expected that neither were up to anything. Of course, Elliott had caught them off the dropship, but when they had both declined his offer of an afterparty in the compound and Wraith explaining that they were just going to hang out for a Champion’s dinner. He’d hummed to himself, pondering out loud with, “Ya know! I’m glad you two have been getting closer recently. I thought you two hated each other- don’t go stealing my best friend, Anita! She’s my only source of human contact- besides the robot- does he classify as human contact?”

But before he could think too hard about it and connect two and two like Wraith knew he would if he just put his brilliant mind to it, sans the slowness of the cogs turning. Pathfinder is scooping him up, saying something about how excited he was to learn Elliott’s home recipes to make for him.

How sweet.

But Wraith’s mind isn’t on them now. Not when she’s pushing Anita down to her bed and hearing her breathlessly laugh at the force, her throat covered in bruises from where Wraith had quickly latched on.

Wraith’s mouth finds hers in an instant, climbing on top of her to straddle her waist and have Anita’s calloused fingers tuck into her sweatpants and panties to grab at her bare ass and pulling her close. Wraith can’t help the moan falling from her own lips, biting Anita’s bottom lip and giving a playful tug.

The kiss is broken so Wraith can pull off Anita’s tanktop, throwing it elsewhere and letting Anita sit up to tug off her sports bra. Her torso left bare, save for her dog tags hanging temptingly between her perky breasts. Wraith can’t help but sigh out, “You look beautiful, sweetheart, always so perfect.” while her fingers run across Anita’s fit torso, over her tight abs and up to her breasts where she cups, thumbing her nipples to make her squirm.

Anita’s freckled face flushes red, her head turning to the side and a soft whine in her throat in embarrassment. But, Wraith doesn’t get to have her fun for very long, leaving an opening that allows Anita to flip them. “I think you were the winner, baby. Don’t you wanna claim some extra prizes other than a free lunch?” Her voice is a tease as her warm fingers slide up under Wraith’s hoodie, mindful not to pull it off and just tucking it above her chest to reveal her own breasts. The silver barbells revealed through her nipples and quickly abused by Anita gently pinching them.

“Extra prizes?” Wraith breathlessly gets out, her hips lifting and thanking that Anita gets the hint by pressing their hips together, giving her enough pressure on her clit through her pants to make her whimper. But she can only huff in pleasure when Anita dips down to her chest, her mouth sealing over a sensitive nipple and her hands sliding down Wraith’s curves down to her hips. Yanking her hips up to hold her just right as Anita grinds against her body, small, fluid humps of her own hips against Wraith’s.

Wraith swears under her breath immediately, her hands finding Anita’s hair to grip at her curls with an arch to her back. She knows Anita probably didn’t feel pleasure the way she did when they ground their bodies together like this. Wraith’s clit was larger than normal, big enough to be able to penetrate her girlfriend in a small amount if she so pleased. Always peeking from her lower lips heavily and she knows it’s engorged by now with how sensitive she is to just grinding.

“There you go, sweetheart. You always sound so damn good.” Anita praises, parting from her breast to press kisses down Wraith’s torso. Each one feeling like a searing, hot press all the way down to Wraith’s sweatpants. Where Anita gently tugs with a rare soft expression, quietly asking for permission that Wraith grants by lifting her hips and letting Anita take her panties with them. Left in just her hoodie and socks.

Wraith’s cunt always looked good, if you asked Anita. Dark soft hair that fell straight rather than curly, her large clit resting against her lower lips and glistening with her own slickness and allowing Anita to see the way she contracts when she blows soft, cold air over her slick flesh. Running her warm hands over Wraith’s legs, over the dark hair resting over them all the way to her thighs so she can shift onto her abdomen.

When Anita’s tongue runs from her hole to her clit, Wraith’s hips instantly tilt upwards against her with a soft grunt. Feeling Anita’s lips press open mouthed, sloppy kisses over her clit, moaning at her taste and making Wraith tremble with each touch. It only amplifies when Anita decides to stop teasing and just licking her, sealing her lips around her clit and curling two fingers up into her.

Anita eats her like a starving woman, her tongue always so talented and a blessing to watch when Wraith can finally get her eyes to open to look down and watch her. Her own hand fisted into her curls, able to see Anita’s other hand not pressing her thigh open disappear below herself. Hearing the faint wet sounds of her touching herself in sync with how she fucks Wraith with her fingers. There’s no need for words, not when Wraith is already almost there, panting and pressing on the back of Anita’s head with small, desperate, short humps of her hips.

Wraith’s head tosses back, arching her back when she feels the waves start. Always so quiet, but small moans spill from her lips freely when Anita stays right where Wraith holds her. Suckling on her clit and flicking her tongue just underneath to make Wraith’s body jerk. It’s only when Wraith eases on her hair does Anita come up, looking at her and groaning at the sight of her.  

Wraith’s hair is spilled back on the pillows, her hoodie still pulled up above her chest, her legs still falling open to show how her clit twitches heavily in her small contractions. Her eyes are unfocused, looking up at Anita just in time to capture her lips at the same time, moaning into her mouth and trying to hook her legs around her. But Anita’s a tease, parting the kiss with a kiss to Wraith’s nose. “I’m not through with you, ghostie. Sit tight, we’ve got all night.”

“You plan to fuck me for hours when you’re the one who falls asleep at nine sharp?” Wraith breathlessly laughs out with a roll of her eyes, flopping herself back onto the bed with a hand running through the front of her hair.

Although, she does get the pleasure of watching Anita remove the rest of her clothing, getting to see her muscular ass flex as she digs through Wraith’s upper drawer. Wraith can only see barely what she’s grabbing. A bullet vibrator which she presses to herself before she’s wiggling on the briefs harness which nearly doesn’t go over Anita’s firm ass. The sight makes Wraith’s lips quirk up in a smirk.

The cock she picks is one Wraith likes to use on her. A nice sized red cock with a big enough knot to strain, but not big enough to have to stretch her to take. The whole thing was maybe seven inches total in length and a good girth, not too bad to take. Anita takes care in lubing it up, her own breath hitched when she turns the dial on her thigh to start up the bullet vibrator.

Wraith watches her from the bed with half lidded eyes, biding her time as Anita climbs onto the bed. She sits between Wraith’s spread legs, smiling in this cocky little way when Wraith winds them around her waist. “Yeah, there ya go, baby. You’re playin’ so nice tod—HEY-”

The look on Anita’s face when Wraith tugs her close with her legs and flips them over is so worth it. Getting the upper hand once Anita had leaned in to murmur in her ear, rolling them and slamming Anita onto her back. Wraith can’t help the similar cocky smirk gracing her lips, her fingers wrapped around Anita’s throat, but no pressure, just holding her. “Weren’t you the one saying that I got extra prizes, sweetheart?”

“Baby, this isn’t fair-”

“I don’t think either of us have ever claimed to be ‘fair’.” Wraith croons back to Anita’s whining, reaching down with her free hand to line up her cock. Slipping down onto it with a soft breath and rolling her head back with pleasure. Soon, she feels warm, calloused hands grab at the swell of her hips, already trembling when Wraith goes all the way down to the knot without taking it inside yet. Giving Anita pressure over where the dildo rested and must be pressing that bullet vibrator harder against her clit because she suddenly lets out this shaky, soft whimper.

“Besides,” Wraith breathes out, rolling her hips as her hand leaves Anita’s throat. Sliding down to her chest to roll her nipple between two fingers just to make Anita’s head fall back in a moan. “I think I like taking my ‘extra prize’ better like this. Don’t you?”

Anita can only groan back in return, her plump lips parting when Wraith sinks all the way down to the knot. Pressing their hips more firmly together as a soft sigh leaves her nose, able to grind until Anita’s short nails are pressing at her hips and she’s murmuring, “Fuck, baby-” under her breath like she can’t get enough. Her eyes peer open, half lidded, looking up at Wraith with that look she always got that makes Wraith’s breath hitch.

She loves you.

She loves us.

She wants you.

All of you.

Loves you, loves you, loves you…

Wraith can’t help but cup Anita’s cheek, her thumb tracing her lower lip and her heart skipping a beat when Anita presses a kiss to her fingertip. Always such a strong competitor, hiding her own trauma between years and year of training. Anita grew hard, finding it easier to snarl at others and hide her heart. And now? Now she could be soft, that gentle heart she always had that Wraith brought out in her. No matter how competitive they got to each other.

“Good girl,” Wraith strains out, her hips bouncing in time with Anita’s that hump up into her. Her breath catches sharp in her throat when one of Anita’s hands fall from her hip to cup her mound, her thumb flicking over her engorged clit, working it in circles. Wraith can’t help the swear falling from her lips, leaning back to grip Anita’s thighs to expose her body. Allowing Anita to look up at her with that same adoring expression, her hand resting on Wraith’s hip gently squeezing with her eyes saying everything she needed to.

It’s when they both start to get close does Anita sit up and Wraith allows it. Anita’s hands eagerly grabbing her ass to pull her closer and Wraith’s arms falling around her neck. Wraith is the one who leans forward, capturing her soft lips in her own and moaning into her mouth when Anita starts to guide her hips. Helping her bounce as Wraith’s nails dig into her back with each movement.

It’s Anita who parts from the kiss, pressing her cheek to Wraith’s and panting out, ”I’m gonna cum, baby, p-please let me-” And Wraith is nodding frantically, pleading for her to cum under her breath near her ear. Urging her to as they reach their peak together. Anita’s always louder, grunting and moaning in Wraith’s ear, forcing her hips to keep moving so Anita can pound up into her to keep the pressure on her clit through the orgasm. Wraith can only hold on through her second orgasm, overstimulated and raking her nails down Anita’s back with a rare cry out from her own lips.

Yet, Anita’s hips still twitch, rolling up against Wraith and her hands sliding down Wraith’s curves, over her hips, trying to reach down to stop the vibrator. Wraith can’t help the smile that falls over her lips, still breathless from her orgasm, but she locks her arms tighter around Anita. Her voice low, almost a growl as she murmurs,  

“Not done with my prize yet, sweetheart. Just sit tight, we have all night.”

Ever the competition between these two.

[teruthecreator]

okay everyone shut up leave me alone Jack Frost (1979) maplekeene au under the readmore i have to get it out of my head or else i won’t be able to sleep

argo is jack frost bc blue skin and desire to be seen/appreciated by others. they call him “jack frost” bc of the original bearer of the title--jackal--who they nicknamed jack frost

jackal retired from the position of going down to the human world and making sure winter happens, and then argo picks up the position 

father winter is hieronymous bc it’s a bigass dude with a beard like. c’mon. EITHER THAT or its mother winter so it could be shebrie. i haven’t thought deeply about this part 

snip is hieronmyous and holly is firbolg. they both know far too well about argo’s obsession w the human world and its inhabitants 

elisa is fitzroy but his motivations and personality are completely different (since elisa suffers from Female Rankin/Bass Love Interest Disease). 

he isn’t outwardly “in love” with winter and jack frost more than he just enjoys the season because of the freedom it allows. it is also the season his mother enjoyed the most (in past tense bc in this one...she dies! for good reason i’ll explain). he does kinda “talk” to jack frost a lot, since he hasn’t got many friends and he quite enjoys walking around the woods alone. this is how argo comes to know and become slightly enamored with his mortal lad (i say mortal bc i’m still working w the fantasy races--aka a good excuse for argo to keep his blue skin) 

kubla kraus is the commodore. big asshole man with a beard. controls everything by being a lying, cheating, evil bastard. has no friends. yeah that’s him alright

sir ravenal rightfellow is buckminster!! and his importance to the plot is Completely Different from the movie. i will explain now: 

okay so PLOT is that argo is jack frost, the winter spirit who comes to nua (aka january junction) to make sure winter runs smoothly. he is fairly new at this job (the original jack frost being jackal, who has now retired in the land of the winter where all the winter spirits live. he’s sorta argo’s mentor in jack frosting and warns argo not to get too attached to the mortals, but argo’s heart is simply too kind for that to not happen. 

argo develops a very deep love for mortals and their mortal ways, but is saddened by the fact that he cannot participate in their fun. winter and winter again, he returns to this poor village and gives them the means of living and joy, but he can’t even reveal himself to them!!! because he’s a winter spirit and mortals cannot see winter spirits. so it leaves argo feeling sorta dejected, even as he continues to watch the mortals he’s grown so fond of

fitzroy, on the other hand, is a native to this village. imma just call it January Junction bc i like that name a lot. he grew up here with his mother and father (though his father very quickly excused himself from the picture because i hate stable fathers <3). fitzroy and his mother are as poor as anyone else in the village--which is to say Very Very Poor since kubla commodore owns all the money and supplies in january junction. then, when fitzroy is about 13 or so, his mother suddenly falls ill and dies. before she passes away, she tells fitzroy that there’s documents in the kingdom about a week’s travel (by horse) away that he’ll “need when he’s older”. 

for a very long time, fitzroy doesn’t know what that means

in any case, he ends up being taken in by gordie and his husband to grow up with rainer, his childhood friend. though he eventually becomes acquainted with other kids around january junction that he hadn’t really socialized with before (buckminster and leon, rolandus, zana, rhodes), he finds himself more inclined to solitude. 

especially during the winter, the season when his mother passed away

despite the sadness of it all, fitzroy doesn’t find himself so glum when he’s out amongst the woods. winter is just so...beautiful. almost ethereal. he’s known about the myth of “Jack Frost” for years, so he begins just...talking to him. well, “talking”, since jack frost isn’t Real. 

once argo becomes jack frost (right around when the two are like. idk 18), though, he becomes the recipient of these rants. 

that’s when argo’s infatuation with mortals becomes a very deep desire. not bc he’s like In Love w fitzroy or anything (not yet), but because he feels like he really has a friend in fitzroy!!! someone is out there who actually cares about him!!! and talks to him about things!!! even if argo has no way of responding

so one year (aka the year the movie takes place) argo is especially despondent about this, when kubla commodore nearly kills fitzroy in his ignorance 

if you’ve never seen the movie, kubla kraus rides a mechanical horse onto a frozen lake and nearly kills elisa by making the ice crack and send her careening towards a waterfall. assume that happens here 

argo saves fitzroy by freezing over the waterfall and fitzroy exclaims “oh, jack frost, where would i be without you?” sorta just like an exclamation. but argo takes this to heart. where Would fitzroy be without him?? he’s been around this guy for so many years!!! hearing him vent about not being able to afford knight school, losing his own dream while buckminster and rolandus run off to live it for him. offering him advice (that fitzroy cannot hear) when fitzroy expresses how much he Hates doing manual labor for no pay. even being a (frozen) “shoulder” to cry on when the grief becomes too much! 

and where would Argo be without fitzroy??? the man has practically become the sole reason argo gets excited for winter anymore, and he worries about the half-elf the whole year after. 

so argo makes a decision that day, heads back up to the winter realm in the clouds, and begs father winter to let him become mortal 

father winter is, of course, Not willing to let argo do that because he knows how mortals can be. argo argues that it isn’t fair that he has to spend the rest of his eternity watching these mortals live, get older, fall in love, and appreciate his work--all while he just watches silently, unloved, in the background

father winter is moved by this and grants argo mortality for One Winter under this condition: if argo cannot find One literal reason to remain mortal, then he shall return to his spirit form. 

(this is a slight divergence to the original condition of “you must obtain a house, a horse, a bag of gold, and a wife” bc i’m modernizing it slightly okay it’s not just abt marriage now) 

argo is confused by the wording, so father winter goes on to give him examples: finding a job that is meaningful, finding a person who loves him, etc. and then argo is off 

before he leaves, he says goodbye to higglemas (also known as “snip” since he makes the snowflakes) and the firbolg. snips gives him his lucky pair of scissors that have the word “snip” etched into the side of them. yes this will be important 

argo goes back down to earth, becomes a mortal, and crash lands in the woods where fitzroy is

fitzroy is slightly baffled to see just a random stranger in the middle of the woods, but the dude seems lost and Very confused so fitzroy offers to warm him up and help him out back in january junction. fitzroy lives in a sorta commune situation with leon, rainer and zana (they’re engaged), rhodes, and rolandus and buckminster (whenever they come home). the group welcomes argo in warmly and argo finds himself feeling right at home with this crowd of early-to-mid-twenty-year-olds 

argo almost introduces himself as jack frost--as he is known by myth--but catches himself before he can reveal that. he calls himself “argo snip” (bc of the scissors and the fact that his name is actually argo), a tailor in need of business. rainer--a seamstress herself--is more than happy to have someone else in the town to work on fabrics with, and the shop that rainer runs in the house expands to allow argo’s tailoring business

while this is happening, father winter tells higgs and firbolg that they have to go down there and make sure argo doesn’t die. so now they’re human and they end up finding argo at the house. higglemas introduces himself as higglemas wiggenstaff, and the firbolg just doesn’t say anything and lets argo come up with the name “bud holly”. they are now Also tailors, which is good bc argo cannot sew. 

for the few months of winter, argo enjoys life in january junction quite a bit. though things are kinda bleak, since kubla commodore owns all the gold, the town keeps itself in high spirits during the winter. argo and fitzroy Especially end up bonding during this time, and fitzroy’s solitary walks through the woods soon find themselves one additional member. 

this is about the time where argo realizes “ah fuck, i think i’m in love with this fool”, which is when he realizes the One Meaningful Thing he’s meant to live on the mortal world for: fitzroy

fitzroy, meanwhile, also finds strange feelings developing for the eccentric genasi. but he’s a lot more emotionally constipated, so he won’t say much about it yet. 

it’s a few days before christmas and argo and fitzroy are talking alone--the house empty for some reason (a rarity but a blessing). fitzroy is embroidering something that argo’s recently sewn as they talk, and he accidentally pricks himself with the needle. argo immediately reaches out and cradles his hand, which is when fitzroy notices for the very first time just how Cold argo is. argo laughs it off and claims that it’s bc he’s “cold-blooded” but fitzroy just sorta laughs and goes “i never said i minded...” 

for some reason, this causes argo to look up at fitzroy, and the two realize how close they’ve gotten since argo grabbed fitzroy’s hand. the two are flushed, nervous, but argo dares to move forward to finally capture those lips in a--

BANG! the door flies open as a shorter man, clad in gold armor, stands in the doorway. fitzroy jumps up--first startled, then elated--as he realizes Sir Buckminster Eden has finally returned home!!! 

argo reads this reaction the Entirely Wrong Way and is instantly jealous of buckminster. poor, poor idiot doesn’t realize buckminster and rolandus have been doing circles around each other since they were teenagers...

then it’s christmas!!! everyone’s too poor for gifts so they hand out invisible ones (like the movie), but buckminster has an Actual gift for fitzroy (which argo, again, takes the completely Wrong Way). the gift is a sealed parcel from the royal parliament, instructing that fitzroy Cannot open it until he is 24 years of age. fitzroy’s birthday just so happens to be the day after christmas, and somebody is Very Aware of this fact...

...that person? oh, it’s kubla commodore, of course! who kidnaps fitzroy later on that day when his guard is down. kubla commodore throws fitzroy in a dungeon and keeps the parcel amongst his many piles of gold, determined to keep its contents away from the one intended to see them

argo finds out about the kidnapping and the whole group is sprung into action to save fitzroy. but, since argo has none of his winter magic, he isn’t really able to be the help he wants to be. buckminster--having knight training--is able to scale the mountain quicker than argo, fight off the k-nights, and break fitzroy out of the dungeon. 

argo doesn’t know this because he attempts to scale the mountain from the other side with higgs and firbolg, where he is captured by the remaining k-nights. now They’re locked in the dungeon as kubla commodore vows to send a thousand k-nights down to january junction to “wipe out the insubordinates” 

argo has no way of breaking out of the dungeon because he has no magic. so, in a moment of desperation, he calls back to father winter to turn him back into a winter spirit. he returns to his jack frost form--which is incorporeal--and begins to freeze over kubla commodore’s castle (try saying that five times fast)

with argo back as a spirit, higgs and firby aren’t needed as mortals, so they return to the land of winter to do their winter work

meanwhile, in january junction, fitzroy is Freaking Out that they can’t find argo in this freak blizzard. he tries venturing out into the tundra himself, but buckminster and the gang holds him back, telling the half-elf that they’ll look for argo when the storm clears 

oops, the storm doesn’t clear! because argo keeps up the insane blizzard for the duration of winter (though he focuses a majority of the intense weather on the castle to seal kubla commodore inside). eventually, though, father winter notifies argo that spring is soon approaching. argo is like “why” and father winter explains: “okay so basically a tiny useless groundhog comes out of his hole every year and if he sees his shadow then winter dies immediately” 

who’s the groundhog? why, it’s Gotta-Go Gary!! who argo scares the living shit out of to make 6 more weeks of winter happen

after the extended 6 weeks are up, father winter tells argo that winter will end at noon on that final day. argo is like “if winter ends, then kubla commodore is going to Kill Everyone” and he bargains with father winter to be mortal once more (since he Still has till the end of winter to find his One Meaningful Thing) to set things right. 

he goes back down, defeats kubla commodore (too much to explain, shenanigans is how i can describe it best), and realizes he has everything he could possibly ever Need now to offer fitzroy in exchange for his hand in marriage

you see, argo learned during his time as a mortal that marriages have dowries? and now he suddenly has a castle, a horse, and all the town’s gold in his possession so that seems dowry enough. also he thinks marriage is the only option to prove to father winter that Love is a meaningful thing enough to be mortal for 

however, when he finally gets to january junction, he sees...a wedding?? who’s getting married?? and then he sees buckminster in his suit of armor, looking rather pleased with himself, and argo immediately assumes that buck and fitz are getting hitched 

he storms over there and rants at buck about how He’s the one in love with fitzroy and how much He sacrificed to ensure fitzroy’s safety and happiness. and buckminster is like “woah, woah, woah, friend!!! one, uhhhh where the Fuck have you been??? two, rainer and zana are getting married dawg. fitzroy is right over there, helping rainer with her dress” 

just as argo spots fitzroy, fitzroy spots argo. and Boy does fitzroy look Pissed. he storms over to argo, ready to chew him out, when suddenly the church clock begins to sound and argo looks panicked. he grabs fitzroy by the shoulders and is like: “i don’t have time to explain much but i have a house a horse and so much gold to offer you if you agree to marry me right now”

fitzroy is like “???? hello??? what??? first off, where the HELL have you been. two, marriage??? m-moving a little fast there huh--” and argo is like. freaking out bc he knows by the final sound of the bell he will be a spirit forever and so he just very quickly explains how He’s jack frost and he trapped kubla commodore in ice for the whole winter so he wouldn’t come down here and kill him and everyone else and if he doesn’t prove to father winter that his love for fitzroy is enough to want to remain mortal then fitzroy will never see him again. and fitzroy is like. flustered honestly but also rlly panicked bc like. he’s 24!!! he doesn’t wanna get married bro!!!! 

basically he’s like “argo i--i Do love you, but. marriage? it doesn’t have to be that Now like--we have time!!” and argo is just like. split-second decision says “kiss me” and fitzroy doesn’t even hesitate in doing so because Dang he’s been thinking about that for A While 

and as the final gong sounds and argo’s form begins to shift, argo breathes a final winter’s breath into fitzroy. 

then something...changes. argo realizes, as the bell begins to fade, that he hasn’t phased through fitzroy’s body. and as fitzroy feels this cold air pass through him, he suddenly finds himself...unable to feel the chilly hands cupping his face. when they part, argo realizes what has happened. 

fitzroy doesn’t look Too much different, but he’s definitely changed. his skin glows only barely, his eyes have a ring of winter-blue around the iris, and there’s a streak of snow-white in his hair. his outfit has also become a glittery, royal-looking affair--COMPLETELY different than the formal peasant clothes he was in seconds before 

meanwhile, argo has returned to his jack frost attire and look, but he can still be seen!!! by everyone around him!!! and by fitzroy!!! 

turns out, father winter saw that argo would be unhappy as either human (with friends and his love, but none of his friends or the satisfaction of giving people winter joy) or spirit (with his job and spirit friends, but without his mortal friends and love) and basically turned him into a demigod. demispirit? half-and-half. and, in order to guarantee fitzroy would be able to travel between the places, he Also made fitzroy into a partial winter spirit. 

all of their friends are like “oh shit did you two kiss??? also why do you both look so fruity” and then the wedding happens. they hold the reception in kubla commodore’s castle, where fitzroy is finally able to read the parcel!!!! 

what does the parcel say?? well, turns out fitzroy’s mother was a descendant of a line of royals. and, though she was not signficant enough to rule an entire kingdom, her father had granted her ownership of the village she chose to raise her son in. the kubla was only supposed to be a temporary position, until fitzroy’s mother was settled down enough. but kubla commodore liked his wealth too much!! so he poisoned fitzroy’s mother and made sure to keep fitzroy Extra poor so he’d never have the ability to find the proof of inheritance himself. when buckminster became a knight, he swore to fitzroy that he’d find these documents fitzroy’s mother mentioned on her deathbed. 

okay so ending shit. fitzroy gives ownership of the village back to the people. wealth is dispersed, things are fixed, everyone is happy. buckminster and rolandus get together, rainer and zana take over the castle and turn it into a BIG ol spot where those without a home can have lodging, and everyone is happy. fitzroy is Finally able to travel and see the things he’s never gotten to see, while also achieving some of the “bringing people happiness and safety” thing that came w his desire of being a knight by helping argo spread winter throughout the world. the two of them sorta go back-and-forth between their cozy little cottage in january junction, going across the globe to maintain the cold, and going up to the winter realm to see higglemas and firby and father winter. 

they’re in love, everyone is happy, rankin/bass Bite My Ass 

just kidding i love you and your silly little movies 

[szivtalan]

character ask: kagami, momoi, alex and himuro 👀👀👀

!!! omg thank u Ceru! u might be one of my favorite mutuals <33 (putting this under a read more just so I can speak at lengths about each individual character)

Why I like Kagami: this is where I sarcastically ask “why DON’T i like him” but that’s literally the next question so; he’s everything i want to be and more. He has the determination and the willpower to make his own dreams come true, he’s gay as shit, he’s tall and buff and well-adjusted, mature enough to live on his own at an annoyingly young age, he’s funny and dumb and a total himbo as well as an excellent advisor bc of how grounded he is.

Why I don’t: I’m... not really good with explosive people. Violent men with loud voices especially scare me, and I’d think I’d flinch around him a lot and that would make me rlly anxious.

Favorite episode: it’s a toss-up between the Seirin fam visiting his place for the first time (is it where Kuroko confesses his love to him and then passes out in his arms? idk), and the onsen episode. I also loved all his plays against Kise and Aomine. AND the training camp w him running a lot in the sand.

Favorite season/movie: season 2 probably because he’s not a jerk anymore, but he’s still on his way to shed off any asshole behavior stuck to him. And I actually liked Last Game?

Favorite line: “There’s no such thing as useless effort.” and “This is our drama and we write the plot.” because he’s so ridiculous.

Favorite outfit: all of his casual fits... comfy but manly is my Jam

OTP: AoKaga....they’re truly soulmates, star-crossed lovers, canonically brought together by fate.

Brotp/otp no. 2: KagaKuro, I love them

Head Canon: I have several collections because I think too much about this boy, but here’s something I think about his family: he doesn’t know what happened to his mom. He never asked, because it wasn’t relevant, and he didn’t want to inconvenience his dad by questioning him. Occasionally, as a kid he felt like he was missing out on something (seeing other kids with their moms, feeling like they’re being treated with much more gentle care because they have moms), but as he grew older he realized that nurturing behavior shouldn’t have been limited to only a mother, and that he was just straight up neglected without any regards to missing a parent in his life.

Unpopular opinion: I never realized this was an unpopular opinion but I’m glad he went back to America at the end of Last Game. Obviously, it’s sad that he had to separate from the others, but I felt like Japanese basketball has always been just a stepping point to him, and now that he’d beat the best of them, it was time to move on. And it also warms my heart that him getting scouted in the US gave Aomine hope to aim big, too. I felt like both of them would’ve felt trapped in Japan with their skill sets.

A wish: I want him to be happy and gay and to confront Himuro and tell him how hurt he was by how he treated him and probably do the same to his dad too

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: ....whatever I’d say Shinsun has probably written it/will write it, but I don’t want him to forget about the GoM just because he becomes a world-famous athlete.

5 words to best describe them: sweet child with anger issues

My nickname for them: not mine (it’s Sypha’s) but “Kags”, Kagami, Tigerboy, Kagababe, Baby

Why I like Momoi: she is SO nurturing and sweet and she cares so much about her boys!! I’m sorry it always turns into “how they remind me of myself” but actually I get feeling like a background character and being the moral/emotional/physical support of those who are more talented or in any way better than you. I feel a strange kind of kinship with her and also,,, feminine girls make my heart stop, and it doesn’t get more feminine than Momoi. Added: Aomine aside, the Touou team wouldn’t worth shit without her skills tbh, and she’s not in any way less than the GoM. Also, I appreciate her being the one person to try to keep their friend group together.

Why I don’t: Analytical People Scare me like!! how do u know stuff people are Unknowable!! I usually am also irked by her pointing out Riko’s breast size but I can just pretend that’s in a gay way (maybe Momoi likes girls with small boobs and she’s just bad at flirting) (also I don’t exactly liked her calling Aomine a “ganguro” but I have too little knowledge on the use of this word to say exactly why)

Favorite episode (scene if movie): uh the one where Aomine made her cry? It really came through how much love she actually has for her friends at that one.

Favorite season/movie: she was great in all of them!!

Favorite line: I can’t remember the exact quote and Google isn’t really helpful either but the one where she made Kuroko promise they’ll always play together or something? Or that they’re gonna beat Aomine?? idk?

Favorite outfit: I like all of them but mostly I just appreciate her wearing so many hoodies, she looks so cute in them

OTP / Brotp: it’s both AoMomo. I feel like the have the most special and strongest bond in the entire series.

Head Canon: She’s never been shown to do, but I feel like she wears Aomine’s clothes a Lot. Also, they definitely have sleepovers To This Day.

Unpopular opinion: Momoi is good at basketball and she loves playing!!! But try being successful in it when ur opponents are Giants and Way More Buff than you are

A wish: I wish people appreciated her more!! Both in fandom and in canon. She’s an amazing person and she has her own skills and strengths that are rarely explored or even mentioned anywhere.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her falling out with her boys ;-; I do not want that

5 words to best describe them: strawberry sweetheart to steal ur heart

My nickname for them: Satsuki :> I feel like it’s a little too much to call characters on their first names sometimes but hers is so cute I can’t

Why I like Alex: yet again another woman with an extensive skill set. I love her persistence and again I appreciate getting disillusioned and finding your way back to the thing you love. Also it’s just sweet that she did that by teaching (again, something I can relate to)

Why I don’t: the whole “kissing children” thing rubbed me the wrong way but again, just like Momoi’s obsession with comparing breast sizes, it’s just bad/sexist writing from Fujimaki probably

Favorite episode (scene if movie): adshg any and all where she expressed that Himuro and Kagami are equally important to her <33 that shit makes my heart burst

Favorite season/movie: she only appears towards the end of s2 and in s3 so... I guess s3?

Favorite line: its so Bad that u literally can’t find the iconic quotes of these iconic ladies anywhere but... her story on finding her passion again through teaching kids, and anytime she mentions her fondness of Kagami and Himuro.

Favorite outfit: her iconic olive green coat with the short red shorts... wtf was that I loved it.

OTP: she doesn’t really interact with people her age but I’ve heard she’s shipped with Masako Araki and I’ve seen some seriously good fanarts and like... Yes Good I’d Love To See It

Brotp: I feel like her and Himuro would be that sassy pair that Kagami tries and fails to contain and they get into all sorts of weird, absurd situations asdjs what I’m trying to say is Kagami has to bail them out of jail from time to time

Head Canon: fck me if I’m wrong but she’s the lesbian single mom of the two gay kids she reluctantly adopted from the streets

Unpopular opinion: it’s more like another headcanon, but she can dunk and she taught Kagami how to do it.

A wish: I’d love her to coach the Seirin fam more!! Pls let her be part of her children’s lives (she could also judge streetball games between the goms it would be fun)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: anything about her being romantically involved with her pupils makes me.................no

5 words to best describe them: Beautiful Beach Blonde Basketball....goddess

My nickname for them: Alex!! sometimes An Icon

Why I like Himuro: em dash Asdgsdj I’m joking, I’m becoming more and more fond of the boy. Once I realized that he shouldn’t have been the “bigger person” in that situation and one year doesn’t really mean much when you’re that young and that hurt, I realized he’s actually a good and hard-working kid and I’m sorry for giving him so much shade. Also I really like his snark and sass, but that might not even be canon at this point tbh

Why I don’t: I’m still sort of irked by him beating down on Kagami because he was envious/mad, but I realized the aspect of that situation that Really got to me was how devoted Kagami still was to him after all that. That devotion was what felt toxic, nothing that Himuro actually did to him.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): the time they met up w Kagami just to exchange a dramatic socially distancing bro fist and a few encouraging words.... gays be Like That

Favorite season/movie: I really didn’t mind s3 Himuro

Favorite line: apparently he’s said some iconic stuff that I don’t remember (and my sources don’t seem really legit) but I’m gonna say “let’s see you become number 1, bro” because again, that’s just so ridiculous and endearing. On one hand he really went from loathing Kagami to rooting for him and wanting him to reach his full potential and on the other, honey ur  like 17 stop speaking like That

Favorite outfit: his knitted V-neck sweaters and the black coat with the white fur.... boy’s got all the fashion sense that’s missing from Kagami

OTP: can I say.....AoHimu asdfh I ship 3/4 of these characters with Aomine what does that say about me

Brotp: KagaHimu. They can be sweet, but I’ve only ever seen Jake write them really well

Head Canon: I’ve been entertaining the idea of....trans Himuro.....

Unpopular opinion: everyone thinks that Kagami is the violent kid and Himuro is the chill, sweet child who’s somehow wound up with this mess of a fiery tiger, but it’s actually Himuro who taught Kagami how to fight and Kagami learned quite a lot of aggression from him

A wish: I feel like Himuro should’ve gotten a separate episode to explore his thoughts, feelings and past. He had so much potential as a character Is2g

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: him quitting basketball would fucking destroy me. I’d be devastated for others too, but it would really pull on my heartstrings if he just dropped the only thing he’s been so passionate about.

5 words to best describe them: gender-non-conforming emo child

My nickname for them: Himu, Tatsuya, Tatsu