#but if it doesnt flop and people wanna see more of these

[astrojanus]

i wanted to post this animatic on april fools to go w the mayoi bsd babies event beginning but im a bit Late anyways it’s just atsushi and kunikida now but i have more ideas so if ppl like this i may make more!

[tsukiasaurus]

haikyuu boys with a chubby!s/o

includes: tsukishima, bokuto, osamu (ft a sprinkle of atsumu) ushijima (tendo makes an appearance)

lots of fluff!! some angst in tsukki’s, but that cant really be helped mans a jerk sometimes. TW FOR NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE. this WILL have mentions of a bad relationship with food, so PLEASE read with caution if that effects you.

reader is gn, but is called gorgeous

kind of a self indulgent blurb tbh

seeing you insecure is one of his least favorite things. seeing you cry is the worst. putting them together? oh boy, he’s ready to fight

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tsukishima spots you eating with hinata and kageyama, stuffing a meat bun into your mouth with a smile. the boys had brought home another nationals win, and you were all having a get together at daichi’s place. tsukishima sits down across from you, smirking.

“god, y/n, you’re such a fatass.”

the words leave his lips easily, and you want to spit out your food. you notice everyone’s eyes on you, and you try and get the meat bun down as fast as you can. you know tsukishima can be a jerk with his little comments, but there was no remorse after this. even after being together, his comments would still sting, even though he didnt mean for them to. but what did change was his apology afterwards if he noticed that he hurt you.

you dont speak for the remainder of the party. you just sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. you were waiting for tsukishima’s apology, but it never came. surely he had seen your reaction.

“y/n, you ready to go?” tsukishima’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you nod silently, walking home with him.

it doesnt hit him until you’re in bed before him, facing the wall in one of your pajama shirts. not his. usually when the two of you come home from parties, you spend some time together. getting into bed, tsukishima moves to pull you close, hands on your tummy where they usually rest. you tense.

“hey, what gives?” tsukishima asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “you dont wanna cuddle?”

you shake your head, blinking back tears. tsukishima is about to flop back down when he hears a sniffle.

“y/n?” he asks, voice softer. “are you okay?”

“no.”

your voice sounds so broken, making tsukishima sigh softly. he gently wraps his arms around you.

“i’m sorry for what i said.” he says gently. “i didnt mean to hurt you. i was going to apologize sooner but dumb and dumber pulled me away.”

you sniffle again, wiping your eyes. “it’s fine.” you mumble.

“love, its not fine.” tsukishima sighs. “you know i love you more than anything in this world. i never mean to hurt you with my comments. i know your weight is a sensitive subject for you, and i’m sorry. if you want, i can sleep on the couch tonight.”

when you don’t respond, tsukishima goes to grab the spare blanket and pillow for when he makes a particularly snide comment and you dont want to speak to him. you sit up, looking at him. your cheeks are streaked with tears and your nose is slightly red.

“don’t go.” you say softly. “i love you.”

tsukishima gets into bed, pulling you close. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes.

“again, i’m sorry for hurting you, y/n.” he says softly. “you’re absolutely amazing and perfect, and i cant believe that you’d love a jerk like me. i’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

you thank the alcohol for letting tsukishima be slightly more open with his emotions. he never spoke like that unless he was drunk, but he showed his love for you in different ways, like sharing his strawberry shortcake with you.

there are two constants in tsukishima’s life: his love for strawberry shortcake, and his love for you.

***

bokuto is a people person, through and through. he loves the attention, and he cant get enough of the fans swooning over him. until you came along, he was nearly overwhelmed by all the attention.

with you in his life now, he wasnt sure how he survived before. having someone in his life that was a constant, seeing him at his lowest points and helping lift him up, was honestly so crazy to him. he loves you more than he loves volleyball, and thats the love of his life.

after a particularly good game against shiratorizawa, bokuto is flocked by attractive looking fans. before he can even get to you to receive his post game you-did-amazing-kiss, he was pulled in several different directions for questions. you didnt really mind it if you were honest. dating bokuto came with him talking to fans before going to kiss you after a game, and you were fine with that.

a few attractive girls walked up to bokuto, giggling at him, asking for pictures, the usual.

“oh bo, are you single? i would love to date you!” one of the girls said, swooning in front of bokuto.

“i’m sorry ladies, but i’m taken! i’m dating y/n and i love them!” bokuto was proud. he was so proud that he can call you his.

“y/n??” another girl cackled. “but bo, you’re so strong and muscular and attractive! how can you be dating someone thats so fat??”

fat. the word echoed in your ears as the girls all turned and giggled at you. you were a bit chubby, sure, but it only bothered you sometimes. like now, when you looked at all of the thinner girls and figured that bokuto would be happier with them.

“i’ll see you at home kou!” you call, giving bokuto your best fake smile. “i’m gonna make us some dinner!”

bokuto knew that something was wrong, that he needed to stop you, but he got pulled back to do an interview.

when he finally gets home, he finds you looking in the mirror, tears streaming down your face as you look at yourself. to you, you look hideous. a chubby stomach, too thick thighs. you hate it.

bokuto walks up behind you and hugs you tightly. it takes him a moment to realize that you’re crying, so he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“whats the matter bub?” he asks sweetly.

“i’m too fat.” you whimper. “there’s so many other people that are more attractive than me. you can do so much better.”

bokuto is shocked. you’d never brought this up before. what happened that made you feel so negatively about yourself? you’re wonderful!

he finds himself laughing in spite of himself. him? find someone better than YOU? no chance.

“little owl, you’re one of the most gorgeous human beings i have ever met. loving you has been such a privilege and i’m honored to be your boyfriend.” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “you are the light in my life on dark days. you make me smile like nobody else can. your brain being mean is not a reflection of that. you have some chub, so what? you’re so beautiful and wonderful and i cannot believe you’re mine.”

by the time bokuto is done, you’re crying even more. he takes this as a sign to take it up a notch. he knows that you might not be crying from sadness anymore, but you aren’t smiling just yet.

“are you insecure about this?” bokuto asks, gently holding your tummy. “this adorable thing? what about this?”

he goes around, gripping your thighs, your arms, and even your butt. by the time he’s done, you’re laughing. you turn around and hug bokuto, who you have just realized has not taken a shower yet, and smile.

“thank you kou.” you say, softly kissing his cheek. “i love you so much.”

bokuto smiles, returning your kiss. he’s happy that you’re smiling again, and makes sure that you know that he’s not above making an ass of himself just to see you smile.

***

osamu’s love language is service and gifts. he loves making you food, letting you try new menu items before he puts them out, and is generally just a big foodie (duh). it’s natural that he’d have a slightly bigger partner because of his time working at onigiri miya. he’s gotta have someone comfortable with eating some of the concoctions that he makes.

you sit on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs happily as you watch osamu cook. he’s in his element, humming along to the soft music that he has playing. he’s making you a new dish to try, slightly nervous because he’s the most excited about it.

“okay love,” he says, placing a plate next to you. “go ahead.”

you pick up the rice ball, which is shaped like an actual ball and covered in a sweet dark sauce, and lift it to your lips. you sigh, content with how absolutely delicious it is.

“baby this is amazing!” you say, noticing osamu’s nervous expression.

osamu sighs with a smile, kissing your temple. “can i take a picture for the onigiri miya instagram page?” he asks against your skin.

you pose, smiling sweetly as you hold up the newest menu item. osamu snaps the picture, uploading it with a smile.

“you’re so adorable.” he says, hugging you. “still cant believe you’re mine.”

you smile, pecking his cheek. it’s weird, being doted on like this. you know that he and atsumu have been super competitive all their lives, and you knew that osamu almost never got the girls. it was always atsumu. you never knew why; he was such a sweetheart. he always took care of you, made sure that you never went hungry, gave you kisses and snuggles, and give you pleasure that you didnt even know you could experience.

osamu’s phone buzzed on the counter, dozens of notifications coming from people commenting and liking the post. you glance over, reading the first comment you see:

osamufan81615: wow, i cant believe how big y/n’s gotten! lay off the food my dude XD

you freeze, opening your phone to look at the comments. you notice that a few of the comments are harsher than usual, and all of the mean comments are directed towards you. more specifically, your weight. you find yourself getting lost in the comments, nearly getting physically sick at how rude some people could be.

osamu was observant. he watched your entire aura change as you scrolled on your phone. he took it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around you. he scooped you up from the counter, walking with your legs wrapped around his waist until he sat on the couch.

you cant help but sniffle, rereading some of the comments in your mind. you go to move off of osamu’s lap, but he holds you tighter.

“don’t listen to ‘em.” he says softly. “you are so amazing and so much more than whatever weight you are. you’re mine, and that’s all i could ever want. i love you as you are, and dont let some idiots get ya down.”

he strokes your hair, trailing his hand down your back just how you like. the two of you sit silently for a bit, your head on osamu’s shoulder.

“love you ‘samu.” you mumble quietly against his neck.

osamu’s phone buzzed with a text, undoubtedly from atsumu. osamu pushed his phone away until atsumu called him, making osamu groan. you giggled.

“what do ya want, ya pest?” osamu groaned.

“do ya see how they’re treating y/n in the comments on your most recent post??” atsumu all but yells. “i’ve been replying to comments for the past 15 minutes telling ‘em to lay off.”

“i have. i’m letting them get their 15 minutes of fame.” osamu replied. “i’m comforting y/n right now because the comments are getting to them.”

“i told one of them that they look like their family tree is a circle.” atsumu said, a smile clear in his voice. you couldnt help but laugh.

“thanks bro.” osamu said, a smile on his face as well. “i’ll let you keep harassing em, i got more important matters to attend to.”

hanging up the phone, osamu leans over and kisses you. he peppers kisses on your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you shiver, gasping when he sucks on your neck.

“how about we go upstairs and i help you forget about all those idiots and show you how much you mean to me, hm?”

you cant help but nod. the new menu item is put up the following week, and osamu really drives home the fact that you are perfect just the way you are by letting you ride him for hours the night of the menu’s new debut.

***

ushijima wakatoshi. a strong, stoic man who barely speaks two words on the court unless he’s really riled up. dating the top ace in the country comes with long nights where he stays out after winning a big game, being stopped on the street, and countless interviews. it also came with him worshiping the ground you walked on.

“toshi, what do you think of this one?” you ask, opening the dressing room door.

your figure is hugged by a sparkly red outfit, accentuating your curves perfectly. ushijima sits up straight, eyes nearly bulging out of his face.

“thats the one.” he says.

you cant help but giggle. you were invited to attend a banquet dinner, black tie only, with the team. you had no outfits that were fancy enough for the occasion, so ushijima insisted he buy something for you.

walking to the register, you hold ushijima’s hand with a smile. the cashier made some small talk while she scanned and bagged the items of your outfit.

“i do have to say, im a very big fan of yours wakatoshi.” she said, giving a sweet smile to your boyfriend. “congratulations on your big win.”

usually, whenever you two went to the store together, the cashier would make a big deal out of talking to ushijima. this lady was a very pleasant change.

“thank you, miss.” ushijima replied with a smile.

later that night, you walked into the banquet, holding ushijima’s hand with a smile. there were photographers everywhere, and you were almost blinded by the flashes of all the cameras.

sitting down at a table with tendo and goshiki, you give them both a smile.

“hey boys.” you greet.

“hi y/n!” goshiki says, sitting up straight. “you look wonderful tonight!”

you smile. “thank you tsu.”

goshiki has had a thing for you for so long, that you’re sure if you werent dating anyone, he’d be trying to get with you. ushijima places a hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb gently.

as the evening progressed, there were more and more interviews being done. ushijima was being interviewed by a taller, attractive woman, who was clearly flirting with him.

“so, wakatoshi, whats your workout routine look like?” she asks, smiling as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “i know a hunk such as yourself has to have a staple in his routine.”

“i enjoy running.” ushijima starts. “i also tend to focus on weight lifting when i dont do cardio.”

“do you have a workout partner?”

ushijima nods. “yes, my partner y/n.” he says, a smile growing on his lips.

“y/n?” the interviewer asks, a hint of disgust in her voice. “are they the chubby one following you around tonight? they don’t seem to be that good of a workout partner to me.”

tendo’s ear twitched while talking to you, his attention quickly turning to ushijima and the pest speaking with him.

“they are very encouraging.” ushijima continues. “i enjoy their company while lifting weights.”

“well, maybe you need someone,” the lady clears her throat. “…thinner to help you. y/n is practically spilling out of that outfit they’re in.”

“thats it.” tendo says, getting up.

you heard the entire thing. the woman was set on tearing you down, but ushijima was, as usual, telling her how amazing you were. you were slightly tearing up at the final comment.

tendo grabs your wrist gently, pulling you to ushijima. he knew that ushijima wasnt one for confrontation, but tendo was more than happy to go off on someone in his place. you wipe your misty eyes as you follow.

“actually,” tendo squints, looking at the name sticker on the lady’s jacket. “aiko, is it? i know my buddy toshi here wont say it, but i will. putting someone down because you wish you were in their place is very ugly. ushijima is with y/n because he loves them. all there is to it.”

“this interview is over.” ushijima says, turning to you. “i’m sorry babe, lets go get something to drink.”

you glance over at the lady, giving her a nice smile before you walk away.

“lets go get trashed!!!” tendo yells, allowing a chorus of cheers from the other teammates to fill the banquet hall.

as you can tell, this was a LONG one. lowercase is intended, and this was done while sitting at work, so i hope you enjoy.

and no matter what your weight, you are beautiful and deserve love ❤️

[creatrixanimi]

as a submas fan who recently got into hazbin I would absolutely love to hear your au thoughts!!!!

Ok ill have to try to write out everything i've got so far!

So the original premise was that ingo and emmet got mixed up and ingo got sent to hell instead of emmet as an oopsie (emmet didnt do anything overly bad in life but heaven/hell stuff is so arbitrary they probably just made a weird decision somewhere down the line lol) but i thinkkk i have switched it to Ingo gets sent to hell because Volo successfully sacrificed him in a ritual and emmet, while dying in the same place, wasnt actually part of it so normal rules still applied to him. Ingo's soul is all messed up and corrupted because of the ritual which caused his amnesia. Emmet finds out about Ingo being sent to hell after he cant find ingo anywhere in heaven and rightfully gets upset at heaven's lack of action because he see's ingo's situation as a huge injustice. So Emmet's whole thing is basically just causing problems until he finds his way to hell and reunites with ingo.

Ingo's situation is where the fun is lol. So he wakes up after spawning in hell and is just a total odd-ball. Half because he doesnt remember ANYTHING from before he died. Maybe not even his name? Which is weird. And also because he's a total sweetheart. No one can figure out why he's even there because it's not like he's a hellborn so he must have done something to end up in hell. After a brief period of wandering around aimlessly, Lady Sneasler, who is an overlord in this au, kinda adopts him and takes him places because she thinks hes so charming and adorable. Melli is just a guy that hangs around lady sneasler even though he acts like he doesnt like her? She's the poison overlord (kinda like an aqua tofana situation for sneasler) and melli is a poison guy. So they kinda just fall into the same group. So they both become friends of Ingo. After a while of character introductions and some brief fun stuff like Sneasler getting Ingo to do all kinds of fun stuff he probably wouldnt do on his own (like the clubbing thing lmao) Ingo has his first blackout, probably triggered by some sort of memory thing, and its kinda terrifying. When he has those blackouts he shifts into his full demon form and his power goes haywire causing a lot of destruction. Its a huge shock because normally regular sinner demons dont really have much in terms of inherent power and also because Ingo cant actually use his powers while conscious so there was no sign of him being capable of that level of chaos. Anyway, after he has his little blackout his body sustains damage from exerting that kind of power and is kinda down for the count for a while afterwards. His story from there on is figuring out what is going on with him and trying to stop those blackouts before it either destroys him or a good chunk of the city, whichever comes first lmao. Sneasler is kinda just there to reign in ingo and melli she just loves a good show lol Melli is kinda where i wanna connect it more to the existing hazbin characters/storyline. Because this is lowkey more of a crossover. He accidentally becomes charlie's new pet project which no one is a fan of 😂 melli did not volunteer for this at all but his character arc is learning to make friends and care about other people after pushing people away for so long because he's a huge ball of self-hatred. He's kinda perfect for the "i can fix him" thing the hotel is all about. SO he's stuck learning to become a better person and being the narrative connection back to the core of the actual show lmao. Not sure if they ever even stay at the hotel. Maybe ingo and melli could flip flop between sneasler's place and the hotel. They dont actually have places of their own so its one or the other. In terms of intra character interactions i think its like this (this is prolly set post-s1 so no sir pentious): Charlie: thinks ingo is nice, wants to fix melli and is working with ingo to do this. Her relationship w sneasler is similar to rosie in my head. Alastor: finds Ingo somewhat threatening because Ingo can read him like a book. would otherwise find him pleasant but because he has a hard time keeping up his mysterious scary image around him he avoids him if possible. Ingo really likes him because "he reminds him of someone but he cant put a finger on it", will teleport away if melli is in the vicinity, finds sneasler charming. would gossip with her 10/10. When emmet shows up they try to kill each other which is entirely unsurprising. Everyone else in the hotel is more or less "theres something not right about that ingo guy but he's nice enough i guess", "FUCK melli get him OUT OF HERE", and "lady sneasler is chill" and when emmet shows up theyre just like "oh this explains why he likes alastor so much. Now theres TWO OF THEM." I would like to develop the other character's opinions on the situation more but this is getting. so so long. misc other character stuff: 

Lady sneasler still has sneasels, usually 3 of them. they just have tiny wings and horns but otherwise look like regular sneasels. No clue what their deal is they just exist. 

Rosie and Sneasler get along great. they are kinda similar but fill different power-niches in hell. 

Rosie finds ingo SO charming. She loves his odd vintage flair despite literally dying like. in the 2020s lol. He's very popular in cannibal town because he's a train freak and edwardians love trains. He takes the cute edwardian cannibal kiddies on train rides.

im not really sure what goes on with emmet in this au i just know he's having a shit time of it and eventually finds ingo. I havent decided if he actually falls or just leaves heaven because it sucks and no one cares enough to stop him. Also only slightly related but i actually have a voice-canon for him which is will wood which works great for this au lmao. Also emmet plays killer jazz piano and alastor is so mad about it because its actually good.

emmet and alastor dont really have all that much in common besides the smile thing but its just enough for them to beef over it. really its a similar feud as alastor and lucifer, alastor sees emmet as a threat both because of his power and the smile thing and emmet doesnt like that ingo is following alastor around like a lost puppy. emmet is def way less mysterious, he's just pissed that his brother is suffering even if ingo doesnt seem to notice his own problems.

volo doesnt really come back up in this au because he's still alive. just imagine that akari is kicking his ass in the living world or something lmao. 

i cant decide if pokemon exist in this universe. It would be funny tho to have chandelure exist in a world where souls are like whole ass people who can die for a second time. worlds nicest guy's pet lamp eats people until theyre perma-dead for breakfast.

Elesa (and probably also drayden and iris depening on your headcanons) are very sad :( i like emmet/elesa so it makes it extra hard on elesa tho. there is no solution for this.

not sure what the arceus situation is here. hazbin as far as i know doesnt have a canon god design so for all we know god could be a dumbass llama i guess. its doesnt really matter besides stylizing volo's ritual

[pomodoriyum]

the mutineer guys ranked by how much i wanna put my hand on their head and ruffle their hair around affectionately like you would a dog:

10. Diggle, you are bald and i think it would probably be very rude to rub your head unless you asked me to. I would give this guy a hug though, he was so scared

9. Golding. sorry i know you're like a baby and you probably deserve more of a headruffle than anyone else here but the hair is so lank and sad i am just not interested. i'll give you a lovely hot broth of vegetable soup and some oranges on the side though.

8. hickey i guess. his hair is stringy and greasy and i say 'ew' a little bit but i still give him an affectionate pat in the hopes that he doesnt try to eat me. maybe i offer him some dry shampoo? he seems to be really careful about keeping himself clean as much as he can.

7. hodgeson, but im really gentle so i dont tear out more of his hair. maybe i give him lotion and antiseptic for the chapped sores on his face (tozer and des vouex steal it from him)

6. Pilks!! his hair is a good length for flopping around. he seems like he'd get a bit defensive and doesnt wanna be treated 'like a baby'. i also give this guy some soup. and shampoo. my hand is yucky with grease at this point. maybe i can find soap and water.

5. Gibson has really cute curls but id worry about accidentally tearing his hair out. scurvy guy. also, i dont think hed be into headpats from anyone buy hickey or maybe his family

4. Harry Goodsir. like diggle, hes not really a mutineer by choice, but his hair is glorious and extremely ruffle-able. we definitely chat about modern science. i give him soup.

3. charles des vouex. his hair is nice and wavy and long enough for a very satisfying scrub. he keeps it covered (cleanliness? his scalp is bleeding ala fitzjames? maybe some hairloss from stress? shade? heat?? who knows why that shirt is there). also hes really paranoid so idk if he'd be chill with this. maybe i ask him to put the gun down first (this makes him even more suspicious). inexplicably im very partial to des voeux so i also give him warm nutritious soup. i also encourage him to rethink his attitude about the inuit (he punches me)

2. Tommy Armitage. how come he has so much cute fluffy curly hair. unfair!!!!!! stop looking so cute, people are going to start ignoring your agency and culpability!!!!

Solomon fucking Tozer. every single time i see his sad little face i want to scrub my hand through his hair and tell him things will be okay. hes more of a cur than a man. hes the saddest fucking face. he looks like hes about to cry at least 80% of the time in the last two episodes. how come his hair barely looks greasy!!!!! what is going on!!!!!!

[lesbiansforboromir]

forgive me if youve talked about this before, but you seem fairly positive and excited about the new rings of power show. on the one hand im really excited - it sounds cool and gorgeous and im really really excited for more legit dwarven content. but on the other, i really dont wanna support the show given whos making it and what it means for amazon. how do u reconcile those? (i REALLY hope this doesnt come off as attacking or rude i am really bad at tone in text, i just respect your opinions and stuff a lot and im curious)

No worries! Honestly I've gone on a whole journey about RoP and I've settled into relatively calm anticipation only recently. But yeah so... well my answer is two fold. Firstly I do not see the good people not seeing this show would do. At this stage I do not lean heavily into boycotts unless there is an organised movement behind it that has a specific goal in mind, whether that be worker's rights, environmental safeguards etc. For a long time I have been avoiding buying anything from Amazon, but that is because I put effort into buying locally whenever I can. Boycotting RoP has no similar purpose and I do not see the benefit in me not talking about it. Unless people are thinking that by driving everyone away from this show they'd tank Amazon prime entirely? That actually doesn't sound beneficial or feasible to me.

My second issue is whilst I don't see the benefit, I do see the harm. I'm not sure how much you've been involved in the storm around this show, but if you even dip your toe into the youtube algorithm surrounding RoP you will find an absolute cesspit of white supremacists doing everything they can to make the show flop because it has black actors in it. And it has gotten to the point where I will post something even mildly RoP positive on twitter, receive a flush of racist troll accounts throwing out as many vague 'destroying tolkien's vision he's rolling in his grave' type statements as they can, only to then get a second wave of people agreeing with them because THEY interpret it all as anticapitalist instead of racism. Remember when everyone was laughing about people copy pasting that fake tolkien quote into the comments of the first teaser trailer? Something something evil cannot create it can only corrupt something something? A lot of people against the show because Amazon (but also because it wasn't canon in their eyes) really found that funny, but that was a racist effort with nearly entirely racist motives! I cannot over emphasise how massive the specifically racist resistance to the show is right now. They're planning a whole suppression campaign on 4chan for the first episode releases.

So at this point I am just not comfortable engaging in my own personal non-specific boycott of RoP in the name of attempting to harm Amazon somehow, but therefore tacitly supporting the white supremacist's greatest desire; that RoP can flop so they can blame it on the black actors being in Tolkien where they 'aren't supposed to be'

[swiftfootedachilles]

Omg please spill the tea because I have the same strife !! Which mischaracterizations ?! 👀

girl i literally cant to that publicly i would get blackballed by the popular blogs. the fics and posts ive made have already flopped HARD and im rejection sensitive i actually dont know what i would do if popular blogs stopped interacting with me entirely 😭 im being so fr right now some of my opinions would have me sent to fandom prison 😭

but i will say that a lot of it is people like..... blatantly ignoring things that are canon. and if you know me you know i dont think canon is perfect! like i actively ignore the fact that writers made gallavich verse, i am not saying we have to conform to canon! but there are things we see characters say and do multiple times across many seasons, and a huge part of the fandom has just.... collectively decided to ignore it

i guess ill give one hot take as an example: "ian fell first but mickey fell harder" im sorry but i do believe this quote to be accurate because mickey had much more to lose by coming out. "fell harder" doesnt refer to him being more in love with ian, it refers to how much the realization of being in love effected his life. he nearly died, was brutally sexually assaulted, forced into an arranged marriage with his rapist (i use that term loosely when referring to svetlana, because it was moreso terry raping mickey by proxy), forced to raise a child and be reminded every second of every day that he was assaulted, had the shit beat out of him in public, just overall treated so inhumanely by terry. ian simply did not experience such homophobic abuse his from family. and - whether we like it or not - we cant ignore the vile shit ian said in mickeys absence in s6 onward. he laughed about mickey being raped. yes i think the writers completely missed the mark by doing that, but im not someone who can just ignore that he bad talked mickey several times. i think its a shame to ignore that this happened, because it does add so much complexity to his character. like i could write a whole essay on ian in the middle seasons and how his canon treatment of mickey (both when mickey was in prison and in s7e11+12) makes him more complex than the fandom wants to believe..... plus the whole 87% thing. like i love ian but he canonically does and says very bad and mean things, and thats part of WHY i love him. i love characters who are bad people. being a bad character and being a bad person are two completely different things and people dont wanna believe that bc they see ian as ~perfectly imperfect~

on a similar note...the way people mischaracterize debbie as evil is so fucking stupid - and i truly believe its ableism because they demonize her (imo) bpd symptoms

[mesyakee]

☆°.☆ - 8:12am : ran h.

The sunlight peeping through the saronno grey curtains as you scrunched your eyes shut as the sunlight hits your eyes

You turn to the left side of the bed seeing your glorious husband sleeping, without a shirt on. You wonder sometimes how he doesnt get cold while the ac runs on 17°c, you wre snapped out your thoughts after hearing your husband's voice. "Darling, your staring" he says as your face turn red "have i been staring too long?" You ask playfully, your husband laughs and sits up from the bed brushing his hair using his fingers, you hop onto his lap and give him neck kisses and alot of face kisses aswell "mwahmwah" you kiss his cheek and giggle "fuckin' hell baby, its too early for this" he shuts his eyes after meeting the sunlight peeping through the curtains "wanna go back to sleep" he says laying down onto the bed again still on top of him " ran its past 7" you spoke still peppering kisses all over his face letting out quiet laughs and giggles everytime he huffs.

"Baby get off " your husband says still half asleep you tease him with a "so your suddenly sleeping beauty??" He somehow rolls his eyes on you and replies with a "obviously because im beautiful " he says "but your even more beautiful baby" your face turns red again and he laughs at your reaction as you smack his face "but baby seriously, go back to sleep" you get off and tugs the white blanket off him and flopping back onto him, again. He gasps the wind knocked out his lungs at the sudden impact of your weight "jesus christ baby get off" he warns "what about, no" you replied still kissing his face "i love you so much my big bad werewolf"

You tease "shutup" he mutters, you take the chance to reply with " make me" "fuckyou im going back to sleep' " he says letting out a exasperated sigh holding back his laughter and going back to slumber, you groan and say "ran your ugly as fuck" you say making your husband turn "no im not" smacking you playfully

"Seriously ran you look cute when you sleep" you replied kissing him on the forehead "i punch people for fun and your gonna call me cute?" He said staring at you "obviously im not into ugly men duhh" you said fixing the few strands of his hair

"So im not ugly?" He said with concern in his face "yeah" "but you said i was ugly" he said "i take it back you adorable " you say landing a kiss on his lips "let's go back to sleep baby , pleaseee??" He said "ok but in one condition " you reply "you gotta kiss me too duh" he takes the chance to reply with "that's too easy cmere' " he says landing kisses on lips, cheeks, forehead "can we sleep now?" you pout and say "ran you didnt say mwah" he tugs you and kisses you again with the sound of mwah, hoping your satisfied, you smile happily and cuddle with your husband for the rest of the day

[choke-me-joey]

Carpe Diem

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Warning: pining, a shit load of pining. Cursing, slightly suggestive thoughts by reader, angst, oblivious Eddie because of course.

Reader and Eddie have been best friends since forever, and reader has been harbouring a secret crush on her metalhead bestie for some time now. Eddie tells her carpe diem and so she does infact carpe diem. Pt 1 is just setting the scene, pt 2 will be pure porn 😈

You groan, flopping face first onto Eddie's bed as the opening riff of Master of Puppets starts up again, for the sixth time that evening.

Your best friend immediately ceases playing at the sound of your misery.

"What?" He asks pointedly. "I thought you liked Metallica!"

"Eds, I love Metallica, you know I do, but you're kinda ruining then for me right now." You mumble, mostly into his comforter.

"Impossible, nobody can ruin Metallica, sweetheart," he grins that stupidly beautiful boyish grin of his that turns your insides to mush, and you groan again as he starts over. This time he doesn't stop. He plays the entire song through, only fumbling up the intense solo a couple times. You have to admit, it was pretty impressive.

"Jesus, Munson, the record's only been out like 2 weeks, don't you have a life?" You tease him, poking him with your foot. He playfully swats your foot away.

"Aren't you forgetting something, my darling Y/N? I'm the freak of Hawkins, why would I ever wanna do anything that constitutes interacting with any of those douchbags at school when I could just hang here, play my guitar and not be harassed?" Eddie blows a strand of hair out of his eyes, gently plucking the strings of his beloved guitar in a soft rhythm. You frown, sitting up and leaning back against his headboard. Your 'study' session was long forgotten by now; it was clear Eddie had no interest in cramming for your English tests tomorrow morning.

"I hate it when you say that, Eds" you say gently, looking at your best friend dejectedly. "You're not a freak. You're just different, and people hate different. It scares them because they don't understand anything other than what they're told is 'normal'. You're you, not some brainwashed little sheep chasing after the all American dream." He chuckles, and you smile back at him. "You and me, Eddie Munson, we're the wolves who eat those sheep, remember?"

"Damn straight, my dark queen," Eddie winks at you, and you roll your eyes. "Oh come on, that's funny! Cos I'm the dungeon master, you're my second in command, my evil mistress-"

"Evil mistress?!" You burst out laughing.

"Yeah! The whole school is convinced we sacrifice goats or some shit and then fuck while we bathe in their blood." He crinkles his nose. "Sounds pretty metal, actually." He smirks, cracking up himself as you lose it, practically howling with laughter. "See? This is why you're my girl, Y/N, you get me, you kick ass at DnD, and you appreciate good fucking music!" He shouts, standing up and theatrically flinging his guitar around his body before playing the same god damn opening riff again, tilting his head back like he was opening a sold out stadium show.

"Eddieeee!!" You yell in protest, but he's totally not paying attention to you now, lost in the music. You shake your head, smiling as you watch him. He really was extremely talented; one of your favourite things to do was watch him play with his band every week. He had an amazing stage presence, even if the crowd was about 5 drunks in the local dive bar, Eddie played as if he was playing to 500,000 people. As he approached the solo, your eyes drifted down to his hands.

His hands...

You swallowed hard as you watched his talented fingers fly across the fretboard, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together.

The truth was, you'd been harbouring a crush on your oldest, bestest friend for some time now, the old overdone 'he doesnt see me as more than his best friend' trope had been your daily life for the last 4 years. To Eddie, you were one of the guys, one of the Hellfire Club's longest serving members, one of the best weed brownie makers around...but absolutely, definitely not anything else.

But it didn't stop you from having these feelings towards him. It didn't stop your heart trying to punch its way out of your chest every time you saw him, it didn't stop the throb in your panties everytime you saw him without a shirt on, or imagined how talented his fingers would be doing something else...

You must have been lost in your fantasies, because the next thing you know, Eddie is leaning down, grinning at you, so close to you that your noses are touching. You jump a little as you snap back to reality.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Eddie's voice has a teasing tone to it, and that really isn't helping things.

"N-nowhere." You stutter, avoiding his big brown eyes. "Just trying to tune out your sucky playing."

"Y'know, words hurt, Y/N"

"I'm kidding Munson, I'm only jealous because I wish I could shred like you, o mighty one, but alas I am a mere mortal without the shredding powers of the gods of metal!" You stick your tongue out and make devil horns on your head with your fingers.

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. He moves to sit on his bed beside you, carefully avoiding smacking you with his guitar. He takes your hands and pulls you into his lap.

"Sit with me, mere powerless mortal, and I shall bestow upon you the powers that you crave!" He drapes the strap of his precious guitar around your neck and places it carefully into your own lap. He adjusts himself so his chest is pressed against your back, his legs spread either side of yours. You suppress a shiver of delight as his breath tickles the back of your neck. "Gimme your hands, Y/N," he says softly, and chuckles as you jump at the feel of his words against your ear. "You're awfully twitchy tonight, you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good," you whisper, your mouth so dry you're worried you'll cough up dust. Your heart races as Eddie places your hands over his and he begins to play. You recognise the starting notes the riff from Fade To Black, one of your favourite Metallica songs. You smile softly. He always remembered your favourites.

You catch yourself glancing down at his hands again and feeling that familiar tingle. Eddie rests his head on your shoulder. "See? You're an expert."

You allow your head to rest against his for a moment, bathing in the bliss of this romantic and bittersweet moment. "Y/N? Wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours? You're being weirdly quiet."

"That a polite way of telling me I talk too much?" You smirk, concentrating on his hands again. You frown as he suddenly stops playing and moves from behind you, placing his guitar back on the wall. He then comes to kneel in front of you on the floor inbetween your legs. He looks up at you with concern.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm serious, you pissed at me because I'm not studying? Cos if you are, I'll study for like ten minutes, super hard-"

"No, Eds, I'm not pissed at you, I can't make you study," you say, cupping his cheek with your hand. "I just...I have a lot going on right now"

"What, you got a secret boyfriend I don't know about?" He pouts, nuzzling into your hand. You chuckle. "I'm heartbroken, Y/N, I thought I was your only man."

"I don't have a secret boyfriend, the opposite actually-"

"A secret girlfriend?! Hot."

"No! What I mean is I...like a guy and...I don't know if he will ever like me back. Like, ever."

Eddie's face scrunches in confusion as he scrambles back up onto the edge of the bed next to you.

"Wait, seriously? Why didn't you tell me?" He sounds almost hurt, betrayed even.

"Because I-I don't know. It's been going on for so long now I guess I kinda just gave up hope." You sigh, looking down into your lap. Eddie hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"Hey, Y/N, whoever this guy is, he doesn't know what he's missing out on, right? You're beautiful, the most beautiful girl in this damn town and if he can't see that then he's a total butthead."

You giggle. "A butthead?"

"The biggest of buttheads. Seriously, Y/N just tell him how you feel. Carpe diem, right?"

Your heart pounds as Eddie links his fingers with yours. Carpe fuckin' diem indeed.

"Right but...he's a friend, a really, really good friend and I don't wanna mess up what we have..." You trail off, your eyes flicking up to meet his. You swallow hard and lean in, pressing your lips to his before you had time to think about what a really fucking bad idea this was. Eddie freezes as your lips touch his and you immediately back off like you've been burned. "I'm so sorry," you blurt out, dropping his hands and springing off the bed, gathering your bag and practically sprinting out of the trailer to your car.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," you mutter to yourself as you start the engine and pull away from the trailer, your tyres kicking up dust everywhere. "That was so stupid, so fucking stupid, oh my god."

You curse yourself all the way home, thinking of ways you can possibly avoid going to school tomorrow. Dysentery was still a thing, right? You head inside, barely saying hi to your family before running up to your room, locking the door and dropping face first onto the bed. Only this time, it didn't smell like Eddie, this room didn't give you the same comfort that his did. And now you've screwed everything up beyond repair. Why did you have to be so goddamn brave? Carpe diem?! Who the fuck were you?!?

"Fuck me." You groan into your pillow.

School tomorrow was going to suck.

(Tell me this isn't how he'd look after you'd kissed him unexpectedly PLS)

[nerves-nebula]

so like i know that I walk weird, right? but the only people who will tell me HOW I walk weird are my family/girlfriend cause everyone else just doesnt wanna be rude or something (or maybe they dont notice)

When I asked my oldest sister she said I "Walk like a muppet" in that I have a tendency to "flop" in a way that most people don't. I can totally see that. to me my movements are very much more like broad strokes than precise pinpoints, yknow?

I also know I have trouble making sure my body doesnt hit/run into things in the SPACE around me. I'm not exactly clumsy its just like, I don't really notice things quick enough? or sometimes its like my body is only mostly under my control and there's just gonna always be a margin of error?

Another, more internal thing I've noticed is that my movement seems more based on momentum than a lot of people, i have a habit of fully swinging my body around when turning. I turn on my heels a lot, really leaning into the idea of walking as controlled falling yknow? I don't do any of this on purpose but I have noticed that other ppl DON'T do this at ALL.

when i was younger i used to do a lot of toe-walking, partially cause it felt more comfortable and partially cause it made me feel like a Cool Wild Animal Beast Thing.

idk where I'm going with this, but i guess I'm curious if this is like, an autism thing or something else.

[burr-ell]

do you have any info on how the eastern fandom is reacting to claude in three hopes? i saw one very popular chinese claudeleth artist say that this portrayal made her doubt that it was still even her fav character (she deleted the tweet afterwards) but is there anything else?

all in all im very annoyed be people, ESPECIALLY on reddit, being like "ackshually claude being ruthless and not giving a damn is in character, they shouldve had this in 3h because it said thats how he actually was! we were robbed of his shemes!" like goddd his entire LIFE in fodlan, finding out the truth, ALL of that was his schemes!!! are yall blind!! and just because the original plan was for him to be a lot less good doesnt mean that thats "the real claude". its like saying just because siding with edelgard was never supposed to be an option means her whole route isnt the "real canon" sorry for derailing im just heated and hope this game flops fr 🙏

What kind of stuff is the eastern fandom saying? (I saw your ask and got curious lol).

for the most part, the same things we are. (the last one mistranslates "chuuni" as "chewy"; they're basically saying the story is so middle-school-edgelord that they wanna pull someone's cheeks like characters in anime do to someone who annoys them.) i'll grant that this is a small sample size, but it seems quite a few people are dissatisfied.

and yeah, that take is absurd. doesn't matter what he was like in planning stages, the base game gave us a much more compassionate, open-minded character—and frankly a much more interesting one, writing-wise.

i mean hey, i'm a comics fan; i'm used to excising stories i don't like. it's disappointing and the fandom is about to become a noxious cesspit, but i'm glad i didn't put too much stock in the game. (the only thing i really did in anticipation was replay SS and AM, and thats mostly bc i already kinda wanted to.) i didn't pre-order or try to hunt for a special edition, just wanted to wait for it to come out and get it on release day, but hey, this just means i save some extra cash. you can get some decent groceries for sixty bucks.

(truth be told i could see this becoming like the voltron fandom post-s8, where no one is happy and everyone clowns the game but the faction fights somehow get worse. absolutely wild.)

[murkytowels]

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[liechi-berry-imagines]

Suppose their (soon to be) s/o's a grunt in their organization, how would each of the pokevillains go about with seducing them into staying by their side and (more importantly) joining them in the bedroom? 👀💦

*cracks knuckles* I'll try my best 👀💦

Giovanni

He wouldnt do much of anything at first, just watching them from a distance. He will start calling them more and more to his office to do random tasks. One day when they're cleaning his desk off while he watches from behind in his desk chair, he slowly wraps his hands around their waist and pull them into his lap. He tells them that they caught his eye and wants them by his side, more than just a grunt and he will pay anything for it. While his hands are on their thighs.

ORAS archie

He invited them over to go surfing after work. After they tell him taht they dont know how to surf, he takes this opportunity to teach them. He tries to hide his blush when seeing them in their swimsuit. He gets a surfboard that's for beginners and goes on to teach them. When in the water, the grunt is having difficulty and is stiff, while on their knees trying to stand on the surfboard. After a few hours of this, they get back to the base and are going to change into dry clothes. Archie says he has a new uniform in his room. After they follow him there, he pins them to the wall, moves his head closer and kiss their cheek, saying how good they are doing today, but itll be better if they were by his side instead.

ORAS Maxie

Once they catch his eye, he doesnt know what to do. As is been a long while since he had a crush or anything, it hit him like a truck. After a while of thinking it through, he finds an idea to slowly get closer. He would ask them to do coffee runs for him everyday, and he would compliment something about them. Compliments like "I love how your hair looks today" and he would feel amazing seeing their face light up and them smiling at that. One day he pretends to "accidentally" spill coffee on their shirt, and apologize. Then he says it's okay if they took their shirt off there, he wouldnt mind. They blush and giggle a little, and Maxie blushes realizing what he said. "Or I can take it off for you" he says in a purr as he gets closer, holding the bottom of their shirt.

RSE Archie

He would probably be flirtatious, always wanting this grunt to feel his muscles or something. Even asks if he can massage them after hard days. One day after a very difficult mission, he calls them to his room. Once they get there, he asks if they need another massage. After the nod shyly, he asks if they can lay down on his bed as it's easier. Once they lay on their belly and get gets ontop of them to message their shoulders and back, he tries to hold himself back from just ravaging them. As he slowly and deeply message them, they make low moans and stick their butt up against his crotch. He instantly because hard and just starts grinding into them

RSE Maxie

He would make missions where it's only the two of them. He will get closer by each one they do, but he will act distant just to make the grunt confused. Sometimes he will "accidentally" brush up against them and pretend he didnt mean it at all. One time they make a mistake during a mission and after they get back to the base, he calls them to his quarters. They sit on the couch across from his desk nervously, an he glares holes into them, but smirks. He stands up, slowly walking over to them, and tells them to look at him. He grabs their wraith to stand up and holds them in his grasp tightly. He starts saying what hes been planning for this long, but the grunt doesnt focus in his words, they just stand there blushing as he grinds into them while he speaks. He grabs the back of their hair and kisses them, it escalates

Cyrus

He doesn't know he likes the grunt at first. He starts giving the grunt more attention and special tasks without realizing, as well as giving them extra speeches during a coffee break or something. The admins found out and would tease him, then they would get pinched for doing it. Once he realizes he has...feelings for someone, he locks himself in his room. During this time is when this grunt and him share time by having coffee together. When they get there and see its locked, they get worried. They knock, and here sniffling. After some persuading, he unlocks the door slowly. They step in and see him. He takes a depe breath and explains everything. Then he gets over confident, and grabs them in for a deep kiss. Its sloppy but they dont care. The grunt kicks the door closed and deepens the kiss

Ghetsis:

He would treat them like a queen/king/anything in between. He would give compliments but it would sound kinda condescending but its better than what he says about everyone else. Hed invite them to his place in the base to hear an important speech that you have to tell the people of Unova, while they write down what he wants, he plays with their hair which is kinda distracting. After hes done with what they wrote down for it. He will take their hand and lead them to his bedroom. Saying he has another thing in mind.

Lysandre

Once he starts getting feelings for this grunt, he would start to invite them to his cafe, give them free lunches and coffee whenever they please. He would compliment them everyday and get them to help him more with Team Flares plans. Hed also give them a rare Holo Caster, with his number on it. One day he asks them out to a fancy restaurant and they can order anything off of the menu, he wouldnt mind. After an evening of that, he will hold their hands and ask them if they wanna join him in his room, after they say yes, he will gently carry them to his room and his room already looks set up with candles and everything, showing that he was planning on something

Guzma:

He would walk with them to and from the old mansion to missions and would worry about them. He would check in on them alot because he knows people are assholes. One time he saw another grunt slap their ass and that grunt wasnt seen again. He called them to his room after that to talk. Once the grunt got there, he apologized for what that other grunt did even though it wasnt his fault. He Pat's his lap and asks with a smirk if sitting in his lap will make them feel better. He then started kissing anywhere he can and holding them tightly with his strong arms, calling them so many nice things. He picked them up and flopped them in the bed 💦

Lusamine

She would notice how good they are at the aether foundation and treat them for a day with her to online shop. She buys them anything they like. She looks at them, "you know I can be your sugar mommy right?" she giggles. " But that means pulled have to pay me back in physical attention~" she strokes their face with her slender fingers. "What do you say?" She says how cute of a sugar baby they would be. After they agree, she makes them straddle her on the desk and pulls them in for a deep kiss

[kaz11283]

I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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[honeypirate]

What’s a Carnival w/o a Kiss?

Nishinoya, Tendou, Kuroo, and Bokuto visit you at your kissing booth.

Fem reader

Choose your character ending!!

Your best friends name is Mina bc I’m watching MHA and needed a name.

Not edited.

When they approved your VBC kissing booth you were shocked. You thought for sure it would be denied but apparently they thought it would be fun. “What’s the harm in a kiss?” The principle had said while following it up by stating if anyone was truly uncomfortable they didn't have to participate, it was the person’s choice to participate in the kissing booth.

You spent the day preparing the booth and painting it for the carnival tomorrow. You were nervous about it even though the kissing booth was your idea. You only suggested it becasue you thought it would be a great way to raise money since everyone on the girls and boys teams were well know. Plus you thought you could get out of it. nope, if your best friend Mina was participating there was no way she would let you out of it since she knew if you were really uncomfortable with it you wouldnt have thought of the idea yourself. “Too bad so sad” she said while you poured. The girls team would be the ones in the booth Saturday morning and the boys in the booth in the afternoon. Your time was scheduled for noon and youd be in there for fifteen minutes.

You werent just nervous because you had to kiss people, but what if no one wanted to kiss you? What if the entire fifteen minutes you had no one would show up? Just lines and lines for Mina who was right after you. You would feel so embarrassed and it might wreck your self esteem. You sigh and wipe off a bit of paint where you spilled and fixed your other mistakes.

“This looks amazing y/n!” (Noya/tendou/kuroo/Bo) said as he came over to you and you laughed softly “really? Thanks. It isnt hard though it’s just two colors” he laughs and picks up the paint brush with red on the end and placed a bit on your nose and you gasp, your cheeks flushing “doesnt mean you arent good at it!” he says and you smile softly. Somehow just his presence seemed to calm you down “thank you” you said softly and he nods with a grin. you take the white and paint a stripe down his cheek and then giggle as he gasps in shock.

Somehow in the paint fight ended up with him holding your hands above your head and painting doodles on your face while you chuckled and stared up at him. He was so pretty, you didnt get much time to appreciate his looks but you thanked whatever gods were above for this chance

“Hey! Save it for the booth!” His Coach calls out and you feel your face flush as he just laughs above you and rolls off you “sorry coach!” he replies and you avoid eye contact, too embarrassed for being caught goofing off.

“The booth is going to be amazing tomorrow” he says and helps you wash your brushes. “I hope so” you whisper softly, your anxieties coming back. When you’re done you walk him to the gym door so he can head to practice “Hey” he says softly and you look up at him “i’ll see you at the booth tomorrow, okay?” he says with a grin and it makes your stomach flop and your heart race. Your cheeks feel warm as you smile back at him “i’ll-” you clear your throat so you can sound more confident and then grin “i’ll be looking forward to it”

You couldnt sleep, nervous for the kissing booth but now you were nervous because you knew at least ONE person would be there in your line. You didnt even care if you had no other people who wanted to kiss you because you knew your crush was going to be there. At least you hoped that was what he meant.

That morning you made sure you wore your favorite outfit and put on a little perfume, you did your hair your favorite way so you could have more confidence in yourself and at the end of getting ready you felt actually really good about yourself. You looked in the mirror and smiled, maybe today would be the day you would kiss your crush.

Mina shaked your shoulders and squealed “are you ready?!” she said and pushed you towards the booth you had been abiding all day a long “nooooo” is his you respond and she just laughs. “Time to switch!” she sings and your Captain laughs at the boos that Mina get and she waves “sorry boys” she says and pats your shoulder as she exits the booth “good luck” she says and you smile and swallow hard. “Now it’s time for y/n!” Mina sings and you walk through the booth, pausing for a moment when you hear whistles and cheers which was the opposite of what you were expecting. You take a seat on the stool and feel your cheeks flush as the first boy steps up and hands you a red ticket and then presses his lips to yours for a second.

After five minutes kissing didnt even feel like kissing anymore. You lost count of the people who wanted to kiss you but after a few more minutes the line ends and you get a break. You look at your phone to check how much time you have left. 4 minutes to go. You felt your heart begin to shrink when you thought he wouldn’t come. You were distracted by a text from Mina you didnt notice someone approaching until he spoke.

Nishinoya

“Is this booth open?” he asks with a chuckle and your eyes snap up as a smile spreads across your lips “i thought you werent gonna make it” you say with a lilt in your voice and he laughs “how could i miss this? I get to kiss the most beautiful girl not to mention my long time crush” you feel your cheeks flush “i've been waiting for you all day, not to mention i won you this!” he pulls up a small teddy bear and your eyes widen with a chuckle “really! That’s so sweet Noya!” he gets a little nervous now, he confessed his feelings and you didn't say anything about it yet. He feels his face flush as he fumbles with his ticket in his hands. “So.. uh.. Yeah” he says and rocks on his toes as he looks at his ticket. You laugh and hold out your left hand for the ticket with a small smile. He grins as his cheeks dust darker pink as he places the piece of paper gently in your palm. You hop off the stool and lean across the booth to cup his cheek “i’ve been waiting all day for you” you whisper and then you press your lips to his.

Your lips softly rest against his for a moment before you’re pulling back “no, wait” he says softly and cups your cheeks, pulling them back to his own. His tongue touches your bottom lip and you meet it with your own, deepening the kiss and humming in happiness as your lips move together

“Hello?!” the boy behind him asks annoyed and you pull apart with blushing cheeks “sorry guys y/n’s time is over!” Mina says from behind you. You dont know when she appeared but you felt embarrassed anyway. You wave to the long line of guys that had appeared and they all looked mad as Nishinoy just looked like he was in heaven as he walked around the side of the booth to meet you at the back. “Hi” you say shyly and he smiles “hi beautiful” he says you blush “I really like you, Yuu” you whisper with a shy laugh and he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. “I would hope so! You kissed me like it!” you laugh and rock your shoulder into his playfully “wanna go get some cotton candy?” he asks and you laugh “yes! That sounds amazing. Then maybe we could ride the ferris wheel”

Tendou

“Helloooo” he says happily while waving his ticket slowly in front of your phone “aren’t phones against the rules?” you laugh and roll your eyes “you’re here” you say softly and he smiles and runs a hand through his hair “here i am!” he says with a laugh that shows his anxiety. You take his ticket and then reach up and run your hands through his hair “can i tell you something?” you ask, grateful there isn’t anyone behind him right now. He nods, his ruby eyes shining as they stare into yours “I’ve been waiting for you Satori” you say and laugh shyly and he cups your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours softly. Its soft and sweet and when you pull back he’s pulling your lips back to his again and again, quickly peppering kisses against your lips as you chuckle. “Tendou?” he kisses you and hums in response “maybe” kiss kiss “we should” more kisses “tendou!” mina shouts and he pulls back to look behind you as he still holds your face “take her away, her time is over” tendou shouts for joy and hops through the booth window, taking your hand and leading you away as you chuckle “lets get some lunch and talk about how much you love me” he says and you laugh “sounds good to me” you respond and squeeze his hand. He looks to you with a gasp before his face turns into a grin “and obviously i’ll talk about how much i love you back. It wont just be about me” you laugh “i know, i could tell how much you liked me from those kisses”

Kuroo

“Hey there cutie” he says and you laugh as you shove your phone in your pocket. He always had a way of taking away all your anxiety. You smile up at him as he hands you a red ticket. “Glad you could finally make it Tetsu” you joke as you take his ticket, placing it in the basket with all the others. “I told you id be here” he said with a smile as he leaned his elbows on the booth and smiled at you now he was your height. “And here i thought you were just waiting to kiss all the girls” he hums and reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear “nah, i only wanna kiss you. I mean, why would i want to kiss anyone else when i have you?” you hop off the stool and lean closer “and how are you sure you even have me?” you whisper and he cups your cheek softly “you have no idea how bad I am hoping” he says, his eyes showing how much vulnerability he is hiding with his teasing “same here” you whisper as he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. The kiss ends sooner than you hoped but the way he is smiling melts your heart “are you done here yet?” he asks with a chuckle and mina behind you yells out “yes! She is! Go on!” she ushers you out of the booth. He holds his hand out to you and you take it with a smile, lacing your fingers together “I guess you were right” you say and he laughs “about what?’ he asks and you squeeze his hand as a blush dusts your cheeks “you have me”

Bokuto

“Hey!” he shouts and you look up at him “no hey hey hey?” you ask as you stand from the stool and smile. He laughs and scratches behind his head “i’m just a little nervous” he says with a shy laugh “hey” you say softly and he meets your eye with his cheeks blushing “I was really hoping you’d come” you say softly, your heart racing. “Really?” he asks and leans forward, placing his ticket on the booth edge and you laugh with a nod. You raise your hand and use your finger to tell him to come closer which he does with a smile and you cup his cheek with one hand while leaning into his opposite ear “i really, really like you Kou” you whisper and he hums in excitement “i like you too!” he says and you laugh “maybe i should kiss you now” he says and you nod as you feel yourself get twice as nervous. He cups your cheeks “so beautiful” he whispers before he presses his lips to yours. You hum at the same time and then chuckle as you kiss him deeper. He pulls back and you chuckle as you wipe his bottom lip with your thumb. Mina taps your shoulder “you’re done hun, now go get your man” she says and you laugh as you make your way around to Bo who excitedly takes your hand “do you wanna maybe turn this into a date?” he asks and you smile with a nod “I’d love that Kou”

~ending~

You spend the whole day with him and watch the sunset form the Ferris wheel, stopping right at the top for you guys. “Wait” you say and turn to him “weren’t you supposed to be in the kissing booth too?” You ask and he chuckles softly “yeah I ditched. I don’t want to kiss anyone else but you” you smile, your cheeks flushing and heart dancing at his words “well if I knew that in the beginning” you say with a laugh and he cups your cheek “you only wanna kiss me too?” He asks softly, his eyes drifting to your lips as you nod. “Then maybe you should be my girl” he says and you laugh “yeah maybe I should” you say just before his lips press against yours for the umpteenth time already today, sending warm fuzzies to your heart and spawned more butterflies you were sure to fly out and into his mouth.

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Corren - 1 through 100 - You did this to yourself.

FUCK YOU *UN-IRONICS YOUR ASK*

UNDER THE FUCKING CUT

1. What do they smell like?

Bad. Do you think their party is able to regularly take showers? I thinketh the fuck not. ... Pine and old books when he can self care tho.

2. What is their voice like?

Listen I know Corren, being taller, would be more likely to have a deeper register but you'll tear "tenor Corren" out of my cold dead hands

3. What is their biggest motivator?

Spite.

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

When he first met his BFF Alondra, he was so antisocial and good at ignoring people that she actually got the impression he might have been hard of hearing. She never let him live that down. (one day I'll finish this fic i promise)

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

"I will keep all of my pain in here, and one day I'll die." ... Okay but listen he's squishy so he takes like one hit and is bloodied up. Someone get him a healer. Pls.

6. What do they like to wear?

He likes his cloak. Its weighty and soft(well. WAS soft. got a bit of wear and tear these days.) and like. Who doesnt love cloaks.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

Ohhhhh fuuuccck this one's tough. I might have to go with Torvid honestly. While the entire party has had a positive impact on him(and trust me I was this close to picking Alistair), Torvid's been more of the one to call him out on his bullshit and to, oh I don't know, talk about your emotions? Ever??? Yknow BEFORE they become too much to handle and he absolutely breaks down???

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

Alistair's cooking.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Good luck finding him NOT cuddled up with at least one dog. Tbh he just enjoys cuddles in general.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

FUCKIN. GIVE HIM A GOOD STEAK. THIS BOY IS MOSTLY CARNIVORISTIC.

11. What do they feel most insecure about?

As tempted as I am to say "His cooking", it's actually his singing.

12. How do they like to dress?

"Comfort over flashiness tbh. I gotta go ADVENTURING in whatever I wear after all."

"... Also don't you DARE perceive me as cishet."

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

Call him a genie because he will BOTTLE THAT SHIT UP.

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Denial :D

15. What is their greatest achievement?

Shrike: Killing his dad

Me: NOOOOOO

EDIT: WAIT THIS WAS ANSWERED IN Q99 WHAT THE HECK

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Somehow more of a dick than usual. Snappy and cranky and just. Mrehhh.

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

Doesn't get drunk often, but when he does I imagine he's actually giggly and a little clingy. It's cute :)

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

*Opens my Corren playlist* Oh yeah. It's either full edgy alt rock or indie alt "depressed millenial" tracks.

19. Are they right or left handed?

FFFuuhhhhck uhhhh well

Looking over my old art I can't seem to pick a dominant hand(I've even drawn him handling his sniper with either hand???????????) so like oops guess he's ambidextrous.

20. Fears?

The dark, the ocean, dying alone and forgotten, his friends losing their trust of him

21. Favorite kind of weather?

Rain!!!! Especially cool rain like what people often get in fall months.

22. Favorite color?

Indigo!!!

23. Do they collect anything?

Books :3

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

Cold weather by far.

25. What is their eye color?

Electric blue!

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

Well his race is a homebrew race known as Marelienth. Uhhh ethnicity? Idk he's from a mountain town way up north *shrugs*

In human aus I imagine him as half-Mongolian half-Norwegian so ayee

27. Hair color?

Black!

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

No :D He loves adventuring with his party don't get me wrong but he still has a lot of trauma to unpack. ... Also he was just possibly broken up with soooo. :/

29. Are they a morning person?

NOPE.

30. Sunrise or sunset?

*motions to above question* Sunset.

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

More organized, actually!

32. Pet peeves?

*unravels a list. It's all shit the party has done. Mostly Alistair.*

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

HOOUSIDSJFK- HE- Y-YEAH HE SURE DOES

His amethyst pendant used to belong to his brother, Julian, and he gave it to Corren right before they were separated so you BET it's sentimental as shit and he wears it daily.

34. Least favorite food?

Mecha's usually a great cook but one time trolled him with some absurdly spicy curry he couldn't handle and he's never forgiven them.

35. Least favorite color?

Hmmm. Maybe... yellow?

36. Least favorite smell?

He spent a year with his party in a damp cave and no showers, so uh. I'll give you a guess.

37. When was the last time they cried?

Literally last night in our game's timeline :D Full breakdown and everything!

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

Torvid :D He was there to comfort

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

One time they were in combat and Corren took a few hits and was down to about 2hp or so. He had a temporary level thanks to Kieran, which boosted his HP a little bit. When he teleported them to a safe town, though, well... Torvid was waiting for them so that's cool. But uh. Yeah that temporary level wore off then and there, dropping Corn Cob to exactly 0hp and he just- flopped down face first in the snow and started dying then and there KJNDKLFNSLKN

40. Do they have any scars?

:)

Do you want to talk about the scar over his eye from a fight he got in with his dad or like. The scars on his limbs from the time he was literally experimented on.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

:)

Undiagnosed+Untreated Anxiety, Depression, DPDR, PTSD, just to name a few

42. Do they have any bad habits?

Running away from his problems, definitely.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

He's a pretentious nerd. He can be a dick if he doesn't care about you.

44. Why might someone love them?

He's an adorable nerd! He's a hopeless romantic and oddly enough an optimist. He's passionate and driven too!

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

Well ghosts are like- a canon proven thing in his world sooo. Yeah.

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

His party. Well- most in his party.

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Nethyl :)

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

He's dating Nethyl and they're in a happy and healthy relationship :) *politely ignores canon*

49. Do they like surprises?

NO >:(

50. When is their birthday?

Heroya 5th! I think. I don't wanna check, assume it's this.

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

"You guys celebrate your watchdays?"

Jokes aside, he mainly just treats himself to a nice dinner and a new book or something :)

52. Do they have any family?

Two older siblings: Julian and Mila. His parents are Andreas and Fanya!

53. Are they close to their family?

... *Coughs*. He was close with his siblings, but Mila died and he hasn't seen Julian in 30 years. Was close with his dad but last time they saw each other, they fought and Corren might have killed him so. ... Yeah. :/

54. What is their MBTI type?

FUCK uh. I... N... T... J? INTJ. Sure.

55. What is their zodiac sign?

In Sekrezia: The eagle

In our world: Uhhh. Idk. Capricorn????

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Uhhh. Ravenclaw??? I know almost nothing about HP :/

57. What D&D alignment are they?

THIS ONE'S EASY- lawful neutral!

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

:)

Used to have typical nightmares, nothing special. Nowadays though he often dreams of being underwater. Not drowning, though. It's... weird. He doesn't like those.

59. What are their views on death?

He's a necromancer lol.

Death is inevitable, though. It's a necessary part of life. Death is not an entire loss, though. One lives on in the memories others carry of them, in the love they hold in their hearts. Death is complicated, but that's okay.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

Alistair :)

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

Dog time :)

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

... Ehhhhhh?

63. Do they have an accent?

Technically??? It's an accent from where he's from but like. I just barely tweak my own voice when I rp him so? Damn Corren I'm sorry you've been cursed with east coast dialect.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

"Damn who's the rich bastard here?" (cake is kinda a delicacy in their world- not like elites only but not NEARLY as common as it is here)

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Reassurance mode to whomever he's with. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm okay. Remember what I told you, death is a natural part of life, yeah? I don't have any regrets, I'm okay... Just. Thanks. For giving me a chance. Thank you. Thank you."

66. How do they feel about sex?

I SWEAR he's allosexual. I'm just bad at writing allosexuals.

67. What is their sexuality?

He doesn't really know how to pin it down, so he just calls himself "queer". Definitely not straight, that's all he knows.

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

AHAHA no. He's hella desensitized

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

Skulking cyst. Look it up at your own volition. It's. NO.

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

It's 12:21 in the morning and I'm NOT about to scroll through a bunch of tv tropes just. just. NERD stereotype.

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Yyyyes? Only really if it's the people he cares about.

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Bullshit.

73. Do they have a pet?

WINGTHARA!! HIS SKELE-DOG!!!

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

Oh yeah he's all bark and no bite. He usually just throws a little fit and/or yells.

75. How patient are they?

More than he should be :/

76. Are they good at cooking?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

Oh yes he insults the others all the time. No particular favorite, he likes so spice it up.

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

Stim. Stim. Stim. His eyes get all sparkly and he. He.

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

He will do everything in his power to assure they won't ever have to deal with their fears alone- You afraid of spiders? It's his job to get the spiders from now on so you won't have to deal with them.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Oh yeah. He's like Rapunzel- doesn't break promises.

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

Oh yes he tries to hide it. And yes, he's awful at it.

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Yes and no? No like- exercise regimen, but the amount of travelling and fighting they do is just- a workout in and of itself

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Yeah! He's cute and he knows it baybie!!!

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

He,,, he likes someone who's physically stong,,, Muscles are,,, aaaaa >///>

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Someone he can nerd out with :)

86. Do they like sweet foods?

Impartial to it. He won't turn sweets away but he's not crazy about them either.

87. What is their age?

43, the equivalent of- I think someone in their mid 30s?

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

He's 6'8" :) Which is actually normal for his race

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Sometimes! I like to think he has reading glasses or something like that.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

HE'S CUTE AND HE KNOWS IT.

91. What is their sense of humor like?

Julian tainted his sense of humor and now he finds the most dumb shit hilarious. Think very millenial/GenZ humor like "I wish I was Jared, 19"

92. What mood are they most often in?

"I don't get paid enough for this" or Fear.jpg

93. What kinds of things anger them?

People who don't keep their FUCKING WORD. Oh and like. Yknow. Half the shit his party does.

94. Outlook on life?

Again he's??? Oddly an optimist? In the "Things will get better and that is a fucking THREAT" way, but still optimist!

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

Talk about his family :) Or the fact that his boyfriend might want him dead :)

96. What is their greatest weakness?

He's squishy as fuck. He goes down easy.

97. What is their greatest strength?

He's extremely intelligent and great with magic and his sniper!

98. Something that they regret?

Not doing more to stop his brother when he tried to resurrect their sister

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Either convincing an entire town his name is Torren or accidentally convincing some very OP people that he's secretly a dragon.

100. Create your own!

FUCK YOU I SPENT LIKE 2 HOURS ON THIS. NO PROOFREAD. IVE ALREADY DESIGNED CORREN'S AND NETHYL'S HYPOTHETICAL KIDS. ANYWAYS THEY'RE TWIN IRINAGA AND I'VE NAMED THEM AFTER THE DNDADS TWINS: THEIR NAMES ARE LARK AND SPARROW.

[ghosttotheparty]

january first is not new years day to me bc time simply doesnt exist 

instead its jens and lucass anniversary bc starstruck 😌

(chapter 21) LUCAS

Lucas gripped his bottle tightly as people bumped into him as they passed, girls in short skirts bright makeup that glowed under the lights, and boys in button-up shirts, with bright makeup smeared across their lips and necks. The music was loud, too loud, and he could hardly hear his own thoughts. But that was okay with him.

He heard his name, and turned toward it, seeing Milan and Ralph (the two seemed inseparable) coming toward him, shoving through groups of people. Ralph leaned in closely, yelling in his ear.

"It's almost time! We have to go!"

Milan grabbed his arm and pulled him up, dragging him back in the direction they had come. Lucas held on to his drink like his life depended on it, keeping his eyes on the ground as he was jostled and shoved, his senses becoming overwhelming. He took a deep breath, listening to his heartbeat until they stopped in front of the sofa where Jens and Moyo sat. Sander and Robbe were dancing nearby, close to Amber (Lucas hadn't seen her arrive) and Aaron.

Lucas felt his pulse slow as he looked into Jens's eyes. Jens smiled at him, a small sly smile, a secret.

Lucas looked away, to the wall where the countdown was projected on the wall. There was less than a minute left. He watched people dancing, smiling at Robbe and Sander with their arms around each other, their lips pressed together even though it wasn't the New Year yet, and turned back to look at Milan and Ralph as the countdown started.

The sounds of people counting were louder than the music, although it might have been turned down by the DJ. Lucas didn't count along, but listened and watched as the other excitedly got to one, at which point, "Happy New Year," seemed like the only sound in the world.

Robbe and Sander had separated to count and kissed each other again, and Amber and Aaron were locked together, as the music turned back up and the lights flashed intensely. Lucas turned and looked at Jens, who was watching other people dance and jump together, and Jens caught his eye.

Lucas was grateful for the colourful lighting and the darkness, as he could feel his face bloom red when Jens blew him a kiss. Lucas lifted his bottle up to take a sip as he laughed, Jens giving him a little wink before turning away as Moyo said something to him.

Lucas's smile wouldn't go away.

(chapter 21) LUCAS Lucas sat on the sofa where Jens sat earlier, fiddling with his empty beer bottle as the bass of the loud music ran through his veins. He glanced around, looking up at Ralph and Milan dancing, laughing, and then past them to subconsciously look for Jens.

He didn't know what he had expected from tonight, he certainly wasn't expected a New Years kiss or anything, but he had hoped to see Jens more. He hadn't hung out with Jens in a while, not just the two of them.

Lucas zoned out, staring at the ground in front of him, wondering if Jens liked hanging out with him as much as he did. The bottle slipped from his restless hand onto the ground, and he startled back, grabbing the luckily unbroken bottle and looking up, sighing, and realizing that Jens was coming toward him.

Jens flopped next to him, his leg pressed against Lucas's, and put his arm around Lucas's shoulder casually.

"You good?" Jens asked loudly, inclining his head towards Lucas's. Lucas felt his cheek heat up again as he leaned in at the same time.

"Yeah. Kind of bored."

Jens made a face, scrunching his nose up and furrowing his brow at him. He glanced up, looking around. Lucas followed his eyes, noticing that all their friends had blended into the sea of people dancing. He couldn't see any of them. He sighed as he felt Jens lifted his hand and put it on his head, twisting his fingers into Lucas's hair.

He looked over at Jens, smiling, and Jens looked back at him.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asked, leaning in again. Lucas watched his mouth as he spoke.

"Yeah."

Jens quirked his eyebrows at him, jumping up from the sofa, grabbing Lucas's wrist and pulling him up. Lucas dropped his bottle on the sofa and let him pull him away, through the crowd, and toward the door, excitement growing in his chest and a smile growing on his face. Jens's fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist as they exited the door, squeezing past people entering the door.

"How did you guys get here?" Jens asked, turning to look Lucas. Lucas looked at him, his messy hair and bright eyes.

"Walked."

Jens nodded quickly and pulled him toward a bike rack, letting go of his wrist (the skin went cold), and pulling a key out of his back pocket. He unlocked one of the bikes, pulling it up and out of the rack, and then lifted his leg over and sat in the seat. He looked at Lucas expectantly.

"What?"

Jens nodded to the back of the bike, and Lucas grabbed his shoulders, standing on the back, hoping he didn't fall off. Jens pushed and began pedaling down the empty road.

Lucas felt the same way he felt as he skated down the street with Jens that night they went to the park. Like the wind was in him, like he was alive. He felt like he could do anything. He kept one hand on Jens's shoulder, gripping his jacket, and lifted the other slowly, making sure he didn't lose balance, and placed it in Jens's hair, the way Jens did in the club. Lucas sighed, the crisp air in his throat, and closed his eyes, feeling his hair blow around him, feeling his cheeks and nose become pink with the cold.

He smiled.

He felt like they rode through the whole city (and maybe they had) before Jens finally began to slow down, and he opened his eyes and moved his hand back to Jens's shoulder, keeping himself steady.

When Jens pulled the bike to a complete stop at the skate park, Lucas got off, looking at Jens as he turned. They both froze, staring at each other like they had hit a sudden realization at the same time, before Lucas smiled slowly and turned away, beginning to walk up to where they always sat together.

JENS Jens was going to kiss him. Tonight.

He watched as Lucas walked away, and pulled himself off his bike, smiling to himself, excited, and scared and nervous, all wound up in one beautiful emotion.

After locking his bike quickly, he jogged up to where Lucas was sitting. He stopped before joining him, looking at Lucas. He had his head tilted back, looking at the sky, his hands in his lap, his legs swinging gently. Jens smiled, and then pushed the smile away as he sat next to him. As he lowered himself to Lucas's right, he heard Lucas sigh.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly, the only sound, it seemed, for miles.

"Yeah." Lucas's voice was soft, like he was saying it to the wind.

Jens suddenly was nervous, twisting his fingers in his lap before reaching over and taking Lucas's hand. Lucas looked at him, his eyelids low, a faint smile on his face, and then looked back at the sky. Jens followed, looking up at the stars, his eyes finding the brightest one and staying there.

"I've never done this before," Jens whispered as he rubbed his thumb over the back of Lucas's hand.

"Star-gazed with a pretty boy?" Lucas asked jokingly, lowering his head and looking back at him.

Jens looked into his eyes, the silence surrounding him. The air felt so thick, it was almost like it wasn't there at all.

"That too."

Jens looked at Lucas's mouth quickly before looking back into his eyes. He realized he was a lot closer than he had thought. Lucas smiled with his eyes, raising his brows just the slightest bit, expectantly.

"Can I kiss you?" Jens whispered, his voice so quiet it was almost just a breath passing with the wind between them.

"Yes, please," Lucas breathed.

So he did.

LUCAS Finally.

Jens pressed his lips to Lucas's, the kiss lasting only a second, and when Lucas looked at Jens, his eyes were almost closed and dazed.

Lucas's hand came out of Jens's, and he pressed it to Jens's face as he turned toward him. He smoothed his thumb over Jens's cheekbone, exhaling a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and lifted his leg up, putting it between them, bent at the knee as the other hung over the ledge.

Jens leaned closer, their lips coming together again, a second longer than the first, before they both pulled away and Jens closed his eyes completely. Jens placed his hand on Lucas's wrist, holding his hand against his face. His mouth hung open slightly, small breaths escaping his mouth in faint white puffs in the cold air.

Lucas gazed at him, thinking he was prettier than all the stars in the sky, and kissed him harder, pulling him closer. He took in a gasp as Jens placed his hand on Lucas's leg, sliding it up his thigh to hold his waist, gripping his jacket tightly.

Jens pulled away for a second, taking in a breath, licking his lips, and tilting his head, before leaning back in again, Lucas's mouth opening under his.

Lucas had never felt like this when he kissed anyone else. The girls had made him uncomfortable, in ways he didn't feel even when he felt Jens's tongue on his lower lip, even when he opened his mouth for his tongue to press to Jens's, as he slid his hand to the back of Jens's neck, up into his hair.

Lucas had never felt like this even when he had kissed other boys, never felt so close to someone, so special. He'd never felt connected to someone like this like everything was okay, and everything would be okay. Like there was nothing to worry about.

He didn't worry about anything.

He didn't worry about anything when Jens bobbed his chin up, when Jens moved his hand to touch him, gently moving his fingers over the skin on his neck, or when Jens pulled away for a split second before pressing into him again, his mouth against Lucas's, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

He didn't worry when he accidentally pulled Jens's hair, and Jens made a noise in the back of his throat, a noise that sounded like nothing he'd ever heard before, a beautiful noise.

He didn't worry when he pulled Jens's hair again, on purpose, because he wanted to hear the noise again (it didn't work). Or when Jens's soft hands moved over his neck, so lightly it felt like leaves were brushing against his skin.

Lucas had never felt like this before.

Starstruck.

JENS Finally.

Jens almost burst when he kissed Lucas. It was a quick kiss, but Jens would have rather had just that than an infinite number of kisses from any girls he knew. He knew it was cheesy, cliché, but he almost expected to see real, actual sparks between them.

He felt like his head was in space while the rest of his stayed there, sitting across from a pretty boy in a quiet skate park on New Years, a pretty boy who had just kissed him. Kissed him. Jens had never wanted to kiss a boy before Lucas. He had looked at boys and thought they were hot, but he'd never liked one the way he liked Lucas. He'd never liked anyone the way he liked Lucas.

Lucas made him feel things he never thought he'd feel.

He made his thoughts quiet. Made him feel peaceful inside. It was beautiful.

Jens pulled Lucas closer by his waist, the fabric of Lucas's jacket tight in Jens's hand, and tightened his grip on his neck, letting go shortly after, moving his hand down his chest, grabbing the strings of his hoodie, sliding his tongue across Lucas's open mouth. Lucas pulled away, kissed him again, and then pulled back further, holding onto the back of Jens's neck. Jens followed him without meaning to and then leaned back slightly to look at his face.

His cheeks were flushed pink, as Jens suspected his own were, and his eyes were lidded, his mouth hanging open slightly, his lips shining under the streetlights. Jens heard voices, voices he didn't recognize, and looked behind himself, his hand on Lucas's chest shifting. Lucas past him too, to the boys who had arrived at the park, who hadn't seen them yet.

Without thinking, Jens and Lucas let go of each other, moving away slightly, their legs still touching. As the boys' voices grew louder and the sound of the music being played from a speaker reached their ears, they looked at each other, and unspoken question hanging between them.

Do you want to leave?

Jens glanced at Lucas's lips once more before tilting his head to the side, in the direction they had come from. Let's get out of here. Lucas smiled and followed him as they stood and headed toward Jens's bike.