#he cannot sit still!!! and he needs to share his special interest!!!

[nemmet]

fred jones in ‘an evening with the scooby-doo gang’

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

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

a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome

Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o. 

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚  

・Constantly forgets where she puts things

    “It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.

“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.  

・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag 

・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’ 

・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand. 

・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household

・Luna cannot help but attract them

・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals 

・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)

・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food 

・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)

・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝

・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes. 

・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places

・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen - 

・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves 

・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)

・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble

・He actually journals a LOT

・And has some really interesting ideas

・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures

・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work

・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life

・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son

・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special

・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop 

・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...

𝐂𝐡𝐨  

・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating 

・An apartment not too far from the heart of London

・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple

・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw

・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places 

・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)

・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such

・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek

・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations

・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY

・Likes board games as well

・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞

・Is surprisingly clean - 

・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there

・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred 

・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy. 

・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table

・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself

・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries 

・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get

・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well

・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.

・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music 

・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic

・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you

・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so 

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲

・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter

・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out 

・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love. 

・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple

・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled. 

・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles. 

・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world 

・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply

・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night

・She had never seen a family like this

・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.

・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”

・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲  

・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this

・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier 

・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic 

・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)

・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items

・It’s one of your favourite memories 

・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy. 

・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes. 

・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped 

・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly

・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea 

・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls

・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece 

・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys

・And then you started crying as well

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞  

・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work

・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it

・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)

・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc

・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best). 

・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge. 

・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan

    “I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.” 

“Hermione please, look at him!” 

・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face

    “...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)

・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love

・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner

   “Umm, sweetheart why-”

“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”

𝐑𝐨𝐧  

・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess

   “I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”

・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot

・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears

・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine. 

・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.

・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog

  “Aw, Dumbledore again-”

・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store

・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder

・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day 

・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room), 

𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲  

・So excited to move in together!!!

・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship) 

・A lot of Quidditch posters and books

・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house 

・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS

・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together

・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time 

・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)

・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time 

・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time

・Very good at remembering appointments and the like

・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow

・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill

・And wears gloves while she does the dishes 

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  

・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills, 

・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one. 

・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it

・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work

・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss

・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time

・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital

・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards

・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night

・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him. 

・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)

・He loves you for it

・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨  

・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed

・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt. 

・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined 

・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect

・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy. 

・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings. 

・That’s how you and Draco got together

・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you

・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot

・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so 

・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured

・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look. 

・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic 

・You even let him decorate wherever he wished

・He chose quite gothic dark academia style 

・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon

・His mother was still giving him money though-

・And you said that he should invite her over

・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’

・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart

[madamekenobi]

Imagine you and Anakin Skywalker decide to play truth and dare…(+21)

***

He comes for a visit, that Jedi who once helped you out with enemies who used you as a shield against these knights. He saved you and you two ended up becoming friends… even though part of you wishes for more.

But you keep things to yourself out of respect for him and his long term girlfriend, Padme Amidala. You still keep these sparks of attraction buried deep even after they broke up.

Friendship is worthier than sentimental bullshit, you decide it. But there are moments when nights are too warm and, lonely, you use your hand in between your legs thinking of him. Wishing he’d do naughty things to you. Your friends once suggested looking for casual flings to help you out but what does it matter? You simply don’t work that way.

You then get yourself dressed casually. You pick a black shirt with strap, finding no need to use your bra, and a black & red skirt plus wearing high heels because Anakin is tall.

Just as you are preparing to receive him, bell rings. And when you go opening the door, Anakin nearly falls back. He never expected to see you like this. His eyes seem to notice your curves for the first time and he likes what he sees.

“Holy Moly”, he whistles. “All this for me, Y/N?”

Your face goes instantly red at his bold remark. Though you do appreciate his hunter look over your body—which makes your aching in your feminine parts quite unbearable—, you are disconcerted for getting his attention like this. Genuinely you didn’t expect to be noticed.

“Oh stop it you”, you slap his shoulder playfully, before being involved in his strong arms… and it’s here where your nipples go hard, much to your embarrassment.

Anakin has an indecent thought concerning you too, tempted to lift your skirt and slide his hands on your ass… wondering if you are as hot as you are presenting yourself. But when remembering how good friends you are, or even if you were not, he admonishes himself for being this naughty.

Clearing his throat, he reluctantly parts the embrace, taking a look at your apartment, in complete ignorance of your state. You quickly move after wine to serve, thinking that not wearing bra was a very bad idea.

“Nice place”, he says. “I was just wondering whether you’d ever ask me for a visit since you moved.”

“How’s work going?”, you show up with glasses and hands one to him. Again your face burns lightly when his gaze lingers at your thighs. Your heart races at the silly sensation of getting his attention. “I get that saving universe must not be an easy task.”

Anakin purposely sits next to you. He smiles at the confused thoughts and how he affects you.

“You have no idea”, he chuckles before getting serious. “It’s been exhausting, truthfully. I’ve been… tossed in a whirlwind, in a hurricane, whatever you want to call it. But let us not ruin the night talking about work. Wine’s good by the way. How’s your life, Y/Nickname? Often being the listener, never the talker.”

Anakin reclines back at the couch, watching as your face is crimson pink.

“My life is hardly as interesting as yours for a start.”

“That is untrue. Come now…”

When did it become about you? You feel suddenly shy. Hardly men in general interested in what you have to say, about who you are.

But when he looks at you, Anakin isn’t seeing only the beautiful woman you are, but the sensitive, witty, kind, good hearted lady that is so passionate about what she loves doing… he cannot help but falling in love.

However, telling you how he feels… is tricky. Specially because he’s got some scars of his previous relationship.

Even so… he cannot deny the intimacy in sharing memories, the attraction there is about you two. Then it occurs him to deal with it in other ways.

“You know what”, he downs the glass. “I think we should play this game in order to get your head out of recent disappointments.”

You laugh quietly.

“Very well. What is it?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Ani…”

“What?”, he laughs. “What harm can it do?”

You take a long sip of wine. One bottle is empty and you use it to spin. The game begins.

***

“Truth or dare?”, you ask him.

Despite the glint of mischief in his eyes, Anakin surprises you by saying:

“Truth.”

“Well… is it true that you broke up with Padme because of the whole Clovis affair?”

Anakin rolls his eyes, giving you a glare.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“Yes or no, answers only”, you smirk.

“Fine.” He sighs. “Yes. Yes, this was why.”

This wipes the smirk off your face as you gently stroke his hand as you play with his fingers.

“I’m genuinely sorry, Ani.”

He runs a hand over his hair before delivering a crooked grin.

“It’s fine. Time to move on. You, now.”

“…Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

You flutter your eyelashes before gasping.

“I’m sorry, but what?”

“Come on, Y/Nickname. It’s only fair.” He gives that kind of smile he knows it melts you.

It’s when you realize you’ve been obvious about how you feel for him. Oh shit.

“Y/Nickname… It’s either that or tickling.”

You laugh quietly, hating the other option. Ignoring the heat in your face, you lean close.

“Fine, you idiot.”

Distance is shorter now as you and him sit face to face. Never before you’ve noticed how blue his eyes are, how weak your knees are when he smiles at you like that.

Fuck, fuck.

“Well?”

“Damn it, Skywalker, you know how to make me shy.”

“Then let me encourage you better.”

His fingertips rest under your chin, drawing you closer before slipping it to your hair all the whilst using another to put it behind your neck. His lips now brush against yours before you take the initiative and snake your tongue to his mouth.

You gasp when tasting his tongue dancing slowly, synced with yours, not expecting to feel so good—and it’s definitely better than you thought in your wildest dreams.

As you close your eyes, you let the moment take you. Anakin too is surprised by how good your kiss is. His mug smirk is wiped off his lips when he realizes he wants more of it.

The kiss soon deepens, igniting a spark of something new to you both. It gets heated, it gets…

“Well, there you have it”, you say, distancing yourself of him, albeit reluctantly.

Anakin is too disappointed and he poorly conceals it, but in an attempt to change this subtle awkwardness, you spin the bottle again.

“It’s on you again. Truth or dare, Anakin?”

“…Dare.”

There is a brief exchange of glances. This is getting dangerous, a deadly game you didn’t expect to play, but the temptation has been to great to ignore.

Wine takes holds of your lips and even though Anakin knows what is coming out of your tongue, he waits almost impatiently for you to say it.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Here comes a crooked grin that makes you knees go weak. Anakin smiles warmly at your request, even more than aware of what goes inside your head.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You offer him a timid smirk when he leans closer to you. He cups your face with his hands, now taking notice of the shades of y/c that paint your irises. His heart almost skips a beat at what he reads in them.

He hesitates only for a moment and before seeing protest rising to your eyes, the Jedi dives in your mouth and slides his tongue inside yours. The kiss perfectly syncs, just to confirm again how much you and him liked how it went before.

This time neither part wishes to break it. The game is postponed as the kiss grows fervent and all so suddenly he is going on top of you, sighing heavily when perceiving the warmth that comes from your body.

All decency is forgotten when you spread your legs and wrap them around his waist, not minding the skirt being lifted as you do. His hands are now going down to your back before grabbing your ass the way you want him to.

Spark is about to erupt, though, when he parts the kiss to look at you.

“Bloody hell”, he mutters under his breath, far from looking regretted to you.

Your face is red with his words, but you cannot break the gaze.

“Was it good?”

“Better than I thought”, he smiles at you. “I am enjoying this game.”

“So am I…”, you agree in between chuckles.

Carefully, he parts from the embrace, though the moment he looks at you doing the same and trying to pull yourself together, Anakin nearly regrets for going back to this game.

“You’re fucking hot”, he whistles.

“Anakin!”, you chuckle quietly, embarrassed for his blunt remark.

“I am not lying, Y/N”, he spins the bottle. “Damned be me for taking a while in messing with you.”

You laugh, but to say you don’t enjoy the attention is to indulge in lies. However, the ache in your legs only gets worse.

“So… truth or dare?”, Anakin asks you.

“Truth”, you tell him, pleased to spot a disappointment look in his face.

“Very well”, and only then a mischievous thought occurs him. “Is it true you masturbated thinking of me?”

Your eyes go wide at it.

“Anakin! You haven’t been reading my mind, have you?”

By how he raises his eyebrows, you know you gave far more than he would.

“Fuck”, you curse.

“It’s a “yes” or “no” answer, darling”, he laughs quietly, more than amused by the looks on your face.

“Yes”, you grumble. “But it wasn’t this good.”

“Mm, why not?”

“Not answering you that, Skywalker.”

Anakin chuckles. It’s time for you to spin the bottle. Now you ask him.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

You make a grimace, but what comes next surprises both of you, in all honesty. Growing bolder due to the wine you ingested, you smirk and say:

“I dare you to remove your clothes.”

Anakin raises his eyebrows.

“…my clothes?”

“Every piece of it.”

“I wasn’t expecting on that.”

But he does as commanded. However, when he does, Anakin makes sure your eyes are glued on him. And he wants to take notices of how your body reacts as he removes piece by piece.

When you rub your leg into another and how hard your nipples get… those are enough signs to make him further aroused. But he is patient. So he takes his time.

And when you see his length throbbing it… you fear you are about to blow.

“Very well. Your turn, missy”, says Anakin with a mug smirk on his face.

“…Dare.”

“I dare you to give me a hand job.”

Your eyes go wide at his suggestion and Anakin would have regretted it for being so bold had you not risen and taken his side at the couch. Your eyes go to his manhood, and as your chest goes heavier, he opts to interfere.

“You don’t have to do it if you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s not about that”, you hesitate.

“Oh”, he quickly understands what’s not being said. “None ever taught you correctly, uh? Come here and I will.”

It turns out to be more arousing than you and Anakin would judge. He whispers in your ear what he wants you to do and your hand is right over his cock, following his directions. It’s when he bites down your earlobe that makes you shiver lightly.

“Are you horny?”, he asks you, already aware of how he affects you, which in turn makes him moan.

And to hear him moan so close threatens your self control. You decide not to answer him, even when it’s clearly a positive response. It feels good to watch him like that, how your delicate hands are capable of doing up and down, playing with the tip of his manhood before caressing his balls.

Then a thought… a not so strange one, in fact, occurs you.

Anakin, a man who is hardly ever surprised by others, is surprised by the moment you slide to your knees and engulf him with your eager tongue and pink lips.

“Ah! Ah! Y/N!”, he arches his back, wishing he’d decently ask you to stop, but you are such a good girl.

You like to suck him, you know you do. To taste him, to have his precum in his mouth makes you indecently horny. You take all of it, his louder moans making you drip wet in your panties. But your mind goes blank.

Specially when you taste a different kind of drink you used to swallow. And he cums so violently after fucking your face… though you don’t mind it. You feel like a whore, but what’s worst is that you like it.

“Y/N. To the bedroom, now.”

Anakin lifts you up, holding you in your arms before carrying you to bed. Only when putting you down and kissing your lips does he say:

“I want to compensate you for being such a good girl to me.”

Saying so he removes your clothes. Denuded underneath his gaze, you lie down in bed with your legs spread.

“Touch yourself thinking of me”, he asks you, already getting hard at it. “Tell me your secretive thoughts, Y/N.”

“Anakin…”, you are on your elbows, enjoying the naughty look he gives you. “I need assistance here. Come on.”

And then you beg.

“Please.”

He bends over your side, a hand caressing your waist all the whilst his lips are over your shoulders and neck. Inhaling the scent in your skin, Anakin is completely drawn to you.

“Your wish is my command, Madame”, he whispers in your ear before his curious fingertips find way to your womanhood.

He plays with your pubic hair for a while before his index finger digs into you. When feeling how soaked you are, Anakin growls low and you shiver when feeling his erection member just behind your lower back.

“You make me so naughty”, you whimper, barely believing he’s doing what you’ve always wanted him to.

“Had you told me this earlier, I would not take such a time to get to you”, he says, already short breath cut by the sounds you make. “Fuck… Let me access your thoughts and drink into that. I need it.”

Not that he is surprised when he does, but it is somewhat more colorful when you permit him to dive in your dirtiest thoughts concerning him… or even when he accesses your sentiments.

This is not lust anymore when he turns you to him, his finger still inside you.

“Damned you are, woman”, he hisses at you before crushing your moans with a fervent kiss.

And who are you to fight his urges, which equals yours?

***

As loving as he is when making love to you, you prefer him to be on top of you. When looking at his face, his messy, shortened hair with a few curls dropping over his face… It takes all of your strength not to drown in a quick climax.

He does it so well, no lover compares to him. He thrusts in slow and deep and you feel it. You like feeling him. Oh you do.

And when he leans to you, his lips pursuing yours in an old fashioned manner you are foolishly open, making all of this more emotional than you’d have originally judged.

“Anakin!”, you whimper loudly again. “I might…”

“Yes, Princess? Come to me! Come to me all right”, he commands you to, his body linked to yours indecently so.

His hands locked to yours, your eyes close as your body arches and it feels so different… almost as if you are gravitating. There is something else compelling you to a bigger wave of pleasure that makes you so sensitive to it.

It might as well as Anakin using the Force to reach the unreachable. Who cares?

He’s yours and you are his.

When you cry out his name, it’s such a confirmation.

And Anakin smiles because of it. Because you are finally the lover his wounded heart wanted… thus it is this new beginning of yours.

[bunnakit]

last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

[sinisterexaggerator]

Could you give headcanons about Bane’s touch starvation/relationship with physical touch, especially when it comes to his partner?

Bane is touched starved later in life, but perhaps it wasn’t always like this. Allow me to break it down. Of course, this entails my personal backstory for Cad Bane when it comes to my version of his past, which includes not one but three separate “ships” on his timeline. 1) Jango Fett. 2) Hondo Ohnaka*. 3) Shriv Suurgav. Though Hondo is special, and their fates seem to be intertwined. >D

It also depends on the context, like if we're going off my OC Zulara. In other scenarios, my Bane is not shy to sex, but may still be adverse to physical touch.

Bear with me. Or not.

As a boy, Bane’s father was not very affectionate or loving. He was a hard ass, but he provided for his family. He felt that Bane (Lumoon) should work in the factories alongside him and his mother, but Bane would later refuse this, which caused a rift in their relationship.

However, as a small youngling Bane received love and affection from his mother (life-giver) and his siblings to a degree, but especially his baby sister. She adored Bane, idolized him, and would follow him around. It is the loss of that love in various ways and due to various circumstances that begins his downward spiral.

Bane with Jango is an interesting relationship because they are a lot alike in that both are hotheaded, quick to anger, don’t know how to take no for an answer, and are competitive and money driven, but Bane’s sour attitude and brat-like behavior often does not sit well in Fett’s book. They both have their set ways, their own hatreds or dislikes, but work well together as they are also both confident and sure of their abilities. They trust each other; they always have each other’s back though they may argue, but the arguments come often and come hard, especially during Bane’s mentorship, and ESPECIALLY if one or both have been heavily drinking alcohol, which they often do in this case.

Bane is not exactly the best student. I don’t mean that he is not capable, I mean that in he is hard to teach due to his stubborn nature.

Long story short, this is not the kind of love Bane needs. He learns to fear the one he cares about, or assumes that violence and anger is appropriate to express in any situation, and that things are not solved by talking, but by throwing punches when the going gets too tough to tolerate.

Moving to Hondo, in this version of events, they both share common elements to their past and way of life. While Hondo is the sunshine one, Bane is the “moon,” which ties into his “real name” as well for me. It’s an enemies to lovers; more from Bane’s end as I am sure you can imagine. Hondo is an acquired taste, and it takes a damn long time for Bane to come around.

However, when he does, it may as well be the best damn thing that has ever happened to him. Hondo does not skimp on love, affection, proper communication, or kindness and understanding. While Ohnaka has his work cut out for him, it is the outcome of the story that eventually leaves Bane depressed, jaded, angry, and incapable of being with another for a very long time.

When I say a long time, I mean at least 18-20 years. This man is not above holding a grudge, or talking himself down to the point he thinks no one wants to have anything to do with him. He’s made it clear he’s a killer, a gun for hire, and nearly everyone in the Galaxy knows and is terrified of the name Cad Bane.

It becomes a lonely life, a sad life. Bane only has his little droid as his companion, and while Todo does his best, he is not organic and cannot provide the kind of attention Bane may secretly want, or needs.

The only people Bane “touches” are crooks and thieves, evil-doers, those he’s paid to catch and kill; he “touches” them when they’re thrown in stuncuffs, or when they’re being tossed into a cell aboard his ship. Otherwise, he does not come into physical contact with anyone else for any reason, and it remains this way, most likely affecting his mental health and overall disposition.

He is angry, moody, hateful, bitter, and mean in his 50s and 60s, long after the Clone Wars, and on our way to the timeline of the Book of Boba Fett. Before he meets Shriv or reencounters Hondo, Bane has a wall up the size of a planet and keeps to himself. Without Todo, it’s possible he would have sunk into a hole so deep he would never be able to climb out. He’s at least some form of stimulation, able to hold a conversation, and provides some kind of therapy service without even truly meaning to.

Headcanons:

Should it be Shriv or otherwise, for Bane to encounter a new partner after being so utterly alone for so long and without a single kind word from others, you would be surprised how sensitive he might be, both physically and emotionally, not to mention his gear and how it covers nearly every inch of his body. He wears multiple layers of clothing and armor, thus making it even harder for him to be touched or caressed. It’s like a shield for him to hide behind, and he may not be too keen to take it off.

If you manage to touch bare flesh, he may otherwise recoil or squirm at first without meaning to. He may even forcibly grab or halt their hand, giving you a look that could make your blood run cold. Of course, when I say squirm, I mean that the sensation of another living being’s skin against his own, or even a brush of a fingertip across his scales would cause him to tremble. In fact, should the touch be a soft one, one that expresses love or meant to be kind, Bane would do everything in his power to overcome what must be an overwhelming sensory experience.

The poor thing - should he be able to let his guard down enough and trusts you enough to do so - may even cry, though he would not make a show of it or be loud in any way. Just a thin sheen of tears dotting his cheeks, or droplets at the corner of his eyes as he once more tries to regain his composure.

If you kiss him kindly, he simply allows himself to be kissed; he might accept it gladly and willingly, or he may even still be so sensitive to touch that he at first cannot bear to fully embrace it.

To stroke his cheek and brush his tears away would cause more tears to fall; for nearly two decades he has been without, deprived of a single “human” connection, isolating himself, and perhaps even despising certain aspects of himself to reinforce the idea he’s only good for one thing and one thing only: killing.

If he’s into it, he may come around sooner than you think. Once given an opportunity, perhaps he is eager. He may lap at your mouth, take your face in his hands, or nuzzle the flat of his face into your cheek or hair. Despite his overall disposition, Bane can be a gentle lover with the right person, or if it suits his mood. You would never guess by looking, but Bane in my book can be submissive and breedable, but usually only in gay relationships where another male (Jango/Hondo) is able to put him in his place or satisfy his needs so well it knocks the attitude right out of him. Whereas if we play into typical gender roles, Bane can also be dominate and forceful, but in this scenario, he both wants AND needs a kind touch.

Expect a softness you did not know was possible coming from someone so ruthless, a kind of release of tension. He deserves to be cared for and babied, and he would in a very rare instance allow it though he may still harbor the belief he does not deserve it.

To me, Cad Bane has regrets. Regrets he buries and hides away deep down inside. Regrets that when they bubble to the surface may as well be like a volcano erupting as it is hard to stopper once the lava begins to flow. He would be at his most vulnerable, and it is not a pretty sight to see.

For most, I think it would break their hearts, despite him being such an “awful” person. He is only a product of his environment, poor life choices, and devastating past. He cannot help what he has become or what people see him as, but maybe the right person could help to set him straight if he allows them to get close.

I believe this is the kind of scenario that could lead him to being so terrible and coldhearted, especially during TBOBF. His personality seems to be reduced to nothing but anger and meanness. Deep down he’s most likely hurting. I believe there are many things that causes him to be depressed, which he takes it out on those around him and finds release through his job of bounty hunting. He’s grown used to being feared, hated, and looked down on. He expects nothing less, so to finally get even a scrap of compassion, a tiny modicum of affection, or a gentle touch would cause a deluge of feelings to come to the surface.

Maybe that’s just me.

[aecholapis]

10, 13, and 42 for the oc asks?

Sure! This one's a bit shorter.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

The holder of the most complicated design title may be Ironwing but Altitude is a close second and he has only been referenced in asks about his brother or his bf so far which is why I think he should be the answer to this question. The biggest issue I have with him is the placement of his colors, not the design itself.

Dramatic, sociable, an absolute blast to have around, Altitude is the kind of person you'd want to invite to any kind of gathering for he will breathe life into it. He has a bright personality and an equally lively appearance to match.

His base form is a simple propeller plane, nothing special. Cybertron's atmosphere is comparatively thin and makes it nigh impossible for him or his brother to fly. They are bound to walk through their floating home city state Vos but they can fly just fine under a certain... altitude, hehe.

Like his brother, Altitude doesn't have an outlandish robot design either. They use extra parts to make themselves appear more formal in Azimuth's case and fancy in Altitude's. Sometimes, the actor walks around with his costume on (superficially added kibble) and refuses to take it down even when it inconveniences him.

They share colors too: black, white, green, red and a flash of pink to complete the look. Altitude sports orange parts as well while Azimuth has more blue and purple on his frame. The twins are walking fashion disasters and sometimes tricky to draw due to their odd color schemes.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

There are a bunch! Munchy and Chomper for example. They are two sparkeaters @cyber-streak-2 has shared custody over and both are generally timid, although when they're at ease they might play a trick on mecha they know well. They're relatively young and are still testing out boundaries. Exopulse and Azimuth have to be patient with them.

It doesn't help that they're considered to be preternatural creatures by Cybertroniankind and that their ghastly appearance is hard to hide. They gotta use those creepy vibes to spook a mechanism or two.

(Old, unfinished sketch of Chomper)

Another noticeable troublemaker is Sparkattack :) Sparky needs enrichment.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Not Helios haha, please don't mention the sun when he's around. No! Nooo! Helios come bACK-

Acidsplicer harbors a healthy amount of curiosity regarding the world and history happens to be a part of it. Reading is only one of her thousand unsuccessful hobbies but it is something she attempts to get into over and over and over again.

She lacks the patience to read through any book longer than a novella. Either because she keeps interrupting her reading by doing something else besides or If she can't finish it in one day or one sitting, she will have a hard time returning to it because there are always so many more things she should be doing instead.

It must be said that she would love short stories about Greek mythology. She's not a literary nerd, but rather an artist and she will seek the beauty in prose. Beauty which she can memorize and illustrate in a painting or form in a sculpture. According to her, literature does not always do it justice.

Like numerous heroes in ancient greek mythology, she is obsessed with being the best at something. She knows how to use every tool she comes across and has a broad basic knowledge, however, she cannot recognize how valuable this knowledge is and will complain about her inability to master a skill.

This is in no way connected to the myth of Pygmalion and she will never find her Galatea/something she is good at.

But yeah, she'd like Greek mythology.

Snowblast would be less interested in it, but if Acidsplicer recommended him anything, he'd become interested in it too.

[phantomrose96]

Hello sorry to barge in with the word vomit/ramble, just wanted to let you know that god. Oh my god. You dont know how many things you’ve uncovered in me.

I started reading like, yesterday afternoon due to an animation for this fic, dreading over the word-count. I thought I could just read a little to catch a grasp of the fic, then put it to the side when my interest dies, and then 12 hours of reading happened and now I’m sitting awake at 1 AM wondering what the fuck happened to my emotions.

Cause?? I just?? Adored it so much?? The writing is such an experience to read, you just nail every single detail that just immerses me into the current scene or event. The amount of details picked and imbedded are just enough to fully paint a picture while also not overwhelming me with information. It was a Joy to read, and shone whenever a revaluation and/or breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we know all know which one). The tension parts always shakes me over with anxiety (like the teru v ritsu 2, one of my favorites), the tiny and wholesome moments are so well described too?? You know what’s happening and you know your heart it not coming out unscathed but nope, you sit there and take the pain as now the characters are allowed a sense of comfort and you realize how much they needed it after watching their lives turn into a slow motion titanic scene.

AND THE CHARACTERS, the characterization is immaculate I swear. Its so different from what I’m used to in the best ways plus more. I love how mob is just a confused kid trying his best and reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids?? His interactions with Ritsu is so tragic cause Reigen will just not let go of the fact that Ritsu is fucking thirteen and does not need this much stress condensed in him (god bless burger scene, also a favorite). And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation). The dude is just a walking car wreck that is slowly parking at the edge of a cliff. Just the way he snaps in the most unhinged and self destructive ways makes me want to set him down in a pile of blankets, because child you are not leaving until you book a therapist appointment. Teru makes him 10x worst its comical, they just hate each other, barfs at eachothers presence but also they’d entrust their lives to the other’s no problem, what are worst enemies with slight fond attachments are for (Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible). Ritsu’s journey throughout the fic has been a sight to witness, from him being a emotionally stunted mess to an emotionally stunted, but now slightly considerate, mess. Character development.

This story has been an absolute delight to finish, and my thoughts will still run wild for about a week. I cannot thank you enough for writing this and sharing this to the world of ao3.

(ABoT)

fbjhfbj eating this review eating this eating this

I'm!!!! Okay to approach this in pieces.

>breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we all know which one)

we all know which one....

I'm just saying this could still be about literally ANY character named Ritsu in this story.

Also yes!!! Another Ritsu vs Teru v2 enjoyer!! I was so goddamn excited getting to that part of the story. The role inversion between Ritsu and Teru. The weight of Ritsu making this a spirit possession battle against Teru of all people, and that being why Ritsu is able to hold his own against Teru who is so much stronger than him.

And absolutely ABoT is all about the small wholesome moments, cuz each and every one of those are wrestled in tatters out of the jaw of tragedy and misery which, to me, makes them extra special. The absolute fighting tooth and nail for happiness and betterment.

>reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids??

yep yep yep the double-meaning of "Breach" in the title. Breach trust. Breach the barrier. The role of lies and the role of trust in that very core element of Mob's barrier.

And I really adored writing all the Ritsu and Reigen interactions because they are. just. the worst for each other. But also Reigen is who Ritsu needs. And that hard fight to save Ritsu happens in the form of screaming matches that destroy a McDonalds and the massive decimation of innocent Build-A-Bears. The burger scene is. SO near and dear to my heart.

>And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation).

Ritsu "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna just go apeshit?" Kageyama. I love writing him as a foil against the Reigen and Mob plotline. Because both Reigen and Mob have been hurt, and their reponses are much more focused on how to heal themselves. Ritsu's been hurt (and Teru, too) and their responses are to lash out and hurt everything back. ABoT runs the whole spectrum of catharthis for just "You've been badly wronged. Wouldn't you just like to [heal] [have someone who cares] [seek revenge and destroy the world which destroyed you]?"

>(Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible)

I deeply loved writing the Teru and Ritsu plotline just every step of the way. And the hardest part was writing all the build up knowing the role-reversal was coming without tipping my hand--the part where Ritsu would surpass Teru in awfulness, where it would become Teru desperately clinging to morals and trying his hardest to stop Ritsu. And this all starts with the pivot in ch31 as Ritsu realizes he IS in a position to take advantage of Teru... because Teru sees him as a friend.

fkjfdnkjfddf thank you for this review! I'm eating it I'm eating it. You're talking about so many of the things that make me feral for this story and why I wrote it in the first place. It's the trauma it's the healing it's the character development it's the character regression it's the beating your bestie to death on a soccer field it's the taking a traumatized kid to get ramen it's the mindless destruction of a Build-A-Bear Workshop it's the manipulation it's the trying to do better it's the idea that self-sacrifice doesn't actually save the people around you who need you it's the different ways tragedy affects people it's the lighting a corpse on fire then slashing your own throat it's the adopting a kitten named Socks it's the corruption it's the possession it's the cursed Jade Statue that just follows you everywhere for no reason

[thejuniperparable]

Happy Birthday!

(This was originally written for @mentheii. Almost everything that happens here was her idea, so thank you Oakie for helping me with my silly writing :])

(While this wasn't intentionally written for the anniversary of Ultra Deluxe, I thought it'd be neat if I shared this today. So I hope you enjoy, and happy birthday Ultra Deluxe!)

Hey, hey, before you start reading, can I just say something?

I’ve added a few things to the office. New content to make it more interesting, you know?

Please tell me what you think.

Okay, I’ll let you get to reading now.

…

Stanley sat at his computer, absently pressing random buttons on his keyboard. He was vaguely aware of the yellow arrow sitting on his desk, rambling about narrative tropes. Suddenly, green text flashed on the computer screen. Stanley jerked forward, staring at the words.

Hey, Stanley. It’s me, the settings guy. Happy birthday :]

The words flickered once. Twice. Then they vanished, returning to a blinking green cursor. Stanley didn’t move, still gawking at the screen. The Narrator droned on, oblivious to employee 432’s brief message.

A loud bang suddenly rang through the office, startling them both. It sounded a lot like a confetti popper, Stanley noted.

“Wh- Stanley, did you hear that noise? I assure you that I have nothing to do with it!”

Stanley leaped to his feet, already rushing to the room with two doors. He was fairly certain the settings person had something to do with it. The Narrator quickly followed, sliding off the desk and onto the carpet. “What- Who is this settings person? You know them??”

He shrugged in response. That wasn’t important right now. Curiosity was pulling fiercely at him, urging Stanley to see what- oh.

The room, completely transformed, would have been unrecognizable if not for the two open doors. It looked as if someone had taken generic pictures of a birthday party and thrown them into a mismatched pile.

Banners and streamers drooped from the ceiling, dangerously close to touching the ground. Balloons labeled Happy 12th Birthday Step-Niece were crammed into every corner, pushing against the ceiling in a vain attempt to escape.

As Stanley stared in wonder, his eyes fell upon a banner. Happy birthday Stanley!!! it read, plainly declaring whose special day it was.

And in the center of the room was a sight that pulled a gasp from the Narrator. “Stanley-” its earlier confusion returned tenfold in the form of annoyance. “Stanley, you’ve never seen a Twister mat before, have you? Well, I’ll have you know that it is a terrible game! The creators clearly didn’t consider sentient arrows would want to play! Why, no such thing as accommodating-”

Stanley had already shot across the room, heading for a table in between the two doors. A delectable looking cake sat on the table, covered in golden yellow frosting. Swirling black icing spelled out The Stanley Parable! accompanied by three candles in the shape of the game’s initials.

But the best part? A small present sat next to the cake with a huge bow wrapped around it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Stanley saw the Narrator stretching over his shoulder, peering down at the box. “A present? Stanley, have you been hiding your birthdate from me this entire time? Wait, no- That cannot be true. I never gave you a birthday! So who in the world would set up a party for you on this particular-”

Something was waved past its face, causing it to stop talking and stare. Stanley held a yellow cat toy, with fake golden feathers attached to the end of a string.

Once he’d gotten the Narrator’s attention, Stanley pointed to the cake. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Did the Narrator have something to cut it with? Like a cake knife or something.

Stanley knew full well that he couldn’t eat or drink in the parable. There was no need for it. Plus, the Narrator always said that coding in food or drinks would be a hassle. However, he was very interested in hearing the Narrator’s reaction to his thoughts.

He was not disappointed. The line reared back, as if offended by the question. “Stanley, you seriously need to have more regard for your personal health! What if that cake is- oh, I don’t know- filled with uranium? I really don’t have strong faith in your ability to consume large amounts of uranium. The possibilities of something going wrong are endless! And I really cannot have the protagonist dying in the most unflatteringly stupid way possible,” it finished with a huff.

The office worker had to fight to keep the smile off his face. The Narrator was… how should he say this.

“Say what.”

Hilarious. Especially when it was ranting.

Stanley then dashed through the left door, leaving behind the Narrator’s angry splutters.

…

Thankfully, there was nothing off about the meeting room. And the Narrator had stopped whining at Stanley and gone back to his usual dialogue. Stanley grinned as the Narrator prodded him in the side. Past the broom closet and up the stairs, the two didn’t encounter any surprises.

As the doors to his boss’s office swung open, Stanley was met with a cacophony of meowing. The noise was unmistakable, despite him having never heard a real, living feline before. An absurd amount of cats filled the office, lounging on the couches and leaping across the tables.

Several of them wandered over to Stanley and the Narrator. Grinning, the office worker immediately bent down and began petting the cats.

“Stanley began to pet the cats. This was a poor decision on his part, as he knew nothing about the cats’ health. Yes, I’m willing to bet that at least one of these felines has rabies!”

As if on cue, one of the cats tried to lick the Narrator. “Oh, no! No, no, no, no- get away from me!” The cat was undeterred, stepping closer to the rapidly retreating arrow. It pointed up at Stanley, almost pleadingly. “Stanley! You have to help me out here, this cat is trying to eat me alive!”

He rolled his eyes at the Narrator’s dramatics, but turned away from the cats to pick up the line. Carrying the Narrator in his arms, he made his way to the keypad behind the boss’s desk. Cats still swarmed around their feet, but at least the Narrator was out of their reach.

Stanley honestly doubted the cats actually had rabies, or any dangerous disease. But maybe being in their proximity made one overly dramatic.

“2 - 8 - 4 - 5,” the voice growled, pointedly ignoring Stanley’s remark. They then made their way to the elevator, trailed by a large herd of felines. Just as the door was about to shut, what seemed to be hundreds of cats flowed into the elevator. It was as if they had turned into liquid; an obvious sign that these weren’t normal cats.

Although the elevator was practically stuffed with cats, there was still an area of clear space for the Narrator and Stanley. The door closed, all the cats meowing up a storm, and Stanley silently pressed the down button.

“And here we are! Almost at the Mind Control- oh my god. Stanley, why are there crustaceans everywhere!?”

Stanley peered out of the elevator, barely able to see that the gray metal floor had turned into yellow sand. He couldn’t even see what the Narrator was referring to, as the cats had flooded out of the elevator and into the hallway. He simply shook his head, unable to find a better reaction. This run just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Oh, right. Stanley remembered that he was still holding the Narrator and — seeing that the cats had disappeared down the hall — decided to unceremoniously dump it on the sand.

“OW! Stanley, what the he-” the line stopped. “Did you really have to drop me like that? A warning would have been nice!”

The office worker shrugged in response, amused by the Narrator nearly swearing. The sand was soft, so it couldn’t have hurt that badly. And the cats clearly weren’t interested in the Narrator.

The arrow muttered something under its breath before sliding down the sand filled hallway. Stanley quickly followed, noticing several cats dashing down the ESCAPE hallway. He hoped the Curator would take care of them.

In the Mind Control Facility, the metal flooring had also been replaced with sand, the occasional crab scuttling across it. With cats trailing behind them, Stanley followed the Narrator through the facility. He smiled faintly upon hearing its usual monologue. Even when the whole office was going haywire, the Narrator still did its job.

“Why of course, Stanley. If I don’t bring some semblance of normalcy, who else will?”

Oh yes, and being stuck in a time loop in an office building was normal.

“You know what I mean.”

Now facing the control panel, the air seemed to be charged with electric anticipation. The cats clamored and meowed behind Stanley. The Narrator was a good few feet away, watching Stanley with thinly veiled impatience. He took a deep breath. Then pressed the OFF button.

Blackness. And a rising chill of uncertainty that Stanley no longer felt. In front of the gathered crowd, the usual scenery had been replaced by a beach. The yellow sand stretched out of the facility, where it eventually met with crashing waves. Stanley couldn’t believe it. Water. Ocean!

Adding to the bizarre, impossible yet possible sight was hundreds of balloons. It seemed that the birthday party had been brought to the beach too. Following the cats spilling through the open door, Stanley stopped a few feet from the water. The salty air felt heavenly against his face. Sand had definitely gotten in his shoes, but he didn’t care one bit.

The cats seemed equally unburdened, getting tangled up in the balloons or practically launching themselves into the water. Stanley’s gaze snapped to the sky, where several of the cats had managed to glitch their way up there. They floated slowly towards the horizon, into the unknown, supported by bundles of balloons. Back in the water, fearless, water loving cats were swimming freely.

The office worker turned back around, noticing the Narrator wasn’t, well, narrating. The line was simply sitting inside the dark facility, watching the chaos.

He waved to the arrow. No reaction. He tilted his head. Hey! Narrator!

“What? Oh yes, hello, Stanley. I was simply distracted by... whatever is going on out there.”

Stanley hummed, before taking a seat on the sand. He patted the ground next to him. The two of them could sit out here together. There was a good chance this wouldn’t happen again, so why not enjoy it while it lasts?

A beat passed. Then the arrow slid out into the sun, curling up next to Stanley. The two of them sat there, watching the glitching cats and listening to the crashing waves. It wasn’t a normal ending. Far from it. But... It was a happy one.

...

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[ekwolfwriter-blog]

 Nothing special but I have been thinking about a scene that has been playing in my head after watching/ reading a review about Aang’s way of how he approached Katara’s grief and hot take: I really think someone should have talked to Aang about his views not always being the correct one.

And I know it was a time constraint, but I have been wondering about how this could have been interesting to see Aang being challenged and I think I have a scene that I think would have really helped him grow. Let me know what you think:

(Also, keep in mind, I am adding a character who is morally grey character, but understands Katara’s pain about growing up about having to be an early mother. So there will be some words. She is also a scout with a passion for learning history (back story can be provided if needed) and likes to use history to teach other generations and avoid their mistakes. Also, I am adding the scene I wrote with Sokka and Katara as well for more flare.)

“What is taking them so long?” Aang is pacing around the fire as the group is settling for the night. Katara and Zuko have been gone for about a day now since they talked and Aang cannot help but feel anxious about when they would be back. He had hoped that maybe she would have time to cool down and then turn around without finding him. But he realized with every second they were gone, he grew more anxious.

“Aang will you relax?” Toph called to him as they were sitting by the fire and eating. She sat next to Amaya, a traveling water bender, previous assassin turned scout for the team, that they had met before, who had caught up with the team to report what she was able to find the day before. She watched the Avatar pacing frantically while she tried to enjoy her first meal in a while.

“How can I relax? They have not been back yet. And I can’t help but worry she will go through with it.” He paced more that the ground was becoming indented.

“Is this still about Katara going with Zuko to find her mother’s killer?” Amaya asked as she grabs a bowl of soup that was cooking thanks to the shared effort of Sokka and Suki working on it.

“Yes! How are you all so calm about this? Sokka, why did you not say anything to her about it or try to tell her that it was not a good idea?”

“Well, I can’t say that I am not worried, but I know that this is something she has to do, Aang.”

“Why would getting revenge on something she needs? Katara just needs to forgive the man and -”

Amaya was halfway from taking a sip of her soup before spraying out and coughing. The group looked over to her as she was banging her chest to breath a little. Then gasped a little as Toph slapped her back hard enough for any remaining soup still stuck in her lungs were out. She sighed and nodded. “Thanks Toph,” she gasped.

“No sweat, Sneaking queen,” she teased.

“Now, explain to me what the fuck you just said to about Katara needed to forgive her mother’s killer? Are you fucking serious that you said that to her?” Amaya’s grateful tone turned sour as she turned to Aang with confusion and a bit of disappointment.

“Amaya! Language!” Sokka tried to diffuse as they all gasped at her used of swearing.

“Oh no, not this time Sokka! This is a grown up topic and I will swear as I please because I did not just hear that he said Katara should forgive the man that killed someone dear to her.” She continued.

Aang was stunned by her sudden outburst and tried to explain himself. “Well, revenge is bad. And it should not be used to hurt people.”

Amaya cocked her eyebrow up a little as she was still staring. “Says who?”

“Well, the monks.”

Amaya watched then sighed as she shook her head and looked down. “Figures that you would think like those old monks. And like a kid as well no doubt.”

“What is wrong with their teachings? The monks were good people and they always tried to bring peace rather than cause trouble.”

Amaya scoffed a little. “Sure, when they were not being fucking hypocrites and acting like they had the moral high ground when they would run away from their problems instead of fighting.”

“But is it true. They were able to be peaceful and be above all the earthly thoughts and feelings.”

“Oh really? So tell me then, if the men that attacked the temples were alive, would have forgiven them for hurting and killing other nomads?”

“What?” Aang was stunned by the questions.

“Would you kill those Fire nation soldiers if you could?” She pressed him on it.

Aang took a moment as Amaya noticed that it was taking a bit of time for him to answer. “I - no! No, I would not kill them.”

“Even if it mean avenging them? And even knowing that any other monk is capably of wanting to cause harm to others with their abilities?”

“How can you say that about the monks?! You don’t know what they were like. I lived with them. I studied under them and learned everything that they knew.”

“Then you knew then of the Killing Breath pact then?” she retorted back.

The whole group was silent. The cracking of the fire was the only thing as the fire illuminated Amaya’s face in the dark with a haunting glow. She locked eyes with Aang with a serious look, unwavering while Aang could not find the words for the longest time.

“What do you mean? The monks would never teach something like that. That is a lie!” Aang’s temper was flaring a little.

Amaya stared more before she sighed and pulled her bag out. She pulled a water proof booklet as she thumbed for something. The group watched in wonder and fear of what she was going to say. Then she stopped and took a breath. “Log 45 of Air Nomads life. Shocking discover found in hidden chamber of one the head monks rooms. It was a scroll, barely legible and preserved so opted to record it for safety reasons. I drew the image of the scroll in the dead monks’ hand as i read the scroll. ‘If every a need, either because you are trapped or cannot flee or fight, use this technique and enact the Killing Breath with everyone around. Use this with caution as it can only be used once. As you take a deep breath, you must exhale all air from your lungs. But not only that, exhale all of the air in the room. Creating a vacuum of air that can be used for breathing. Once it is it at it’s peak, hold it and do not breath...’ the rest is hard to read from the snow around it.”

Aang watched in horror as she recounted the log of hers and recalled the image of his former teacher in such a position. He was horrified as he realized that there were no cut marks or disoriented skeletons. The rest of the group was listening in disbelief. Amaya sighed as she realized she made her point and closed the book. “So, thought you knew everything then?”

Aang snapped out of it as he tried to stand strong with his conviction. “Okay, so they might have had a means to... pass on if they could not fight. They were still right though that revenge is not right. And Katara should not be tainted with that kind of thinking.”

“And who is to say that revenge could not be justified?” Amaya asked as she looked annoyed. “I mean, out of all of us, I have a higher body count then you all. So I do have some understanding that revenge is not as black or white as you are trying to make it, Aang.”

“Not so black and white? How can you say that? Of course it is,” he snapped at her, but it only made her smirk a little and make him feel small again.

“Suki,” Amaya turned to Suki, who had been quite up until now, “If you got to take down Azula and her friends that imprisoned you and the other Kyoshi warriors, would you consider it revenge?”

“Oh,” she squeaked out a little. “Well, yeah. I would. I would totally get revenge on them. They made me and my girls look like idiots.”

She nodded and turned to Sokka. “Sokka, would you consider it revenge when you got to sneak up on Zuko and throw a mud ball at him when he ate the last of your dumplings?”

“HECK YES! That was the most satisfying moment ever! Sweet Revenge!” He hollered a little too loud but Amaya smirked as she turned to Toph.

“Toph, if you could get revenge on anyone that slighted you, would you do it?”

“Well, I guess it depends. Did they try to write on my face sleeping or hurt my family? since you gave me a vague question.”

“Yup, and nice catch,” Amaya said as she returned her attention to Aang, who was confused and feeling small again. “Don’t confuse revenge with ideas of murder and getting closure, Aang. Because much like Katara, there is more to one side of the story and conversation that you have to consider then just throwing your words around without thought.” She turned back to her bowl and then relaxed.

Aang thought about her words then tried to see what she would say. “Then what about you? You didn’t enact your revenge. How are you any better to judge me when you could not follow your own words.”

The group got quiet but Amaya was still taking a big sip of soup. She slurped a little loud on purpose to annoy Aang then sighed. “Who said I didn’t? And even if I didn’t, who is to say that I did it without my initial goal of killing?” She glanced him nonchalantly.

Aang’s eyes grew wide. “But you said to us then that you forgave him?”

There was still silence, before a log cracked from the fire and there was a low haunting laughter coming from Amaya’s lips. Then it turned into a full blown cackle as she gripped her side and leaned back, mindful of her soup bowl. The group has heard her laugh before, but this was something dangerous. Like a beast that was never meant to see the light of day.

Amaya looked up at him with manic eyes. “I might have let that bastard live. But never in my life will I ever forgive him of the life he put me through. The suffering, the lonely nights of being the adult when I was a child, crying at night and the day I lost my brother. My last support to give me hope before I had to find it in my siblings. That bastard should rot in the flames of the underworld for all eternity and I, I would have gladly put him there.” She realized she was spiraling as she thought about the man that took her innocents away.

The gang looked on her worried as she took another breath and grabbed her wrist to look at the tattoo mark of the water tribe. She smiled. “But it was Katara that told me that I could not forgive him, but I had the choice to be better and not the monster people thought I was. To be better for my little brother and sister. And be better. Because she knew my pain. Better than anyone. Because in a way, I am just a warped version of her. ”

She looked at Sokka with a small smile and he somehow understood what she meant. He nodded back to her with sigh and looked to Suki as well as Toph. They all had this knowing look that completely went over Aang’s head as he looked to her.

“What do you mean warped? You and Katara are nothing alike.”

Suki cringed and so did Sokka as they realized that it was about to get even more personal. And Amaya had a bit of a temper about how she gets ragged on for not being nice like Katara before. But Amaya was surprisingly calm, a small knowing smirk on her face.

She looked at him. “Alright then. Guess by my words who I am referring to. And they will judge.” She pointed to the group. “And Toph, you confirm my heart rate?”

“You got it,” She said bluntly.

Aang sighed then nodded. “Okay, go then.”

Amaya nods. “Alright, this person can have a huge temper when people piss her off. Especially people that think they are better than her.”

“Easy, you.”

“Nope, Katara.”

“What?! No way.”

“She’s telling the truth,” Toph added.

Amaya kept going. “Okay, she takes care of everyone, provides support when she can by giving her life on the line.”

“Okay, this is Katara then,” he said with confidence.

“Can apply to me and her, so half right.”

“What?! How do you support others? You are never here.”

“Aang, she scouts for us all the time,” Sokka added. “Going into Fire nation territory. Heck she just got back to inform us of what is going on with our armies.”

“And giving us some details about the Firelord,” Suki added.

Amaya nodded as she smiled and then looked back to Aang. “Next, she is stubborn to the point that it could cause a determent to those around her because she needs to be in the right.”

“Is it you?” Aang was wavering in his answers as he was not sure.

“Katara again,” Amaya said and Sokka and Toph’s affirmative scoff in affirmation. “Alright, last one. She is sweetest to those that she cares for and will protect them with a passion fiercer than then the sun.”

Aang realized the pattern in her words. He took a while to say anything as he then reluctantly asked: “It’s not just solely Katara, isn’t it?”

Amaya nodded. “You saw how I am with my siblings. And for you all, too. So, keep that in mind that human nature is always black and white. There is a balance in every human being. Some have more caring features in others and some more dark. But just because we have these sides means we use it as a means to judge them on their needs and wants. Like Yin and Yang. All about balance.”

Aang sat down as he thought about her words and the Gaang was quiet for a bit before Amaya spoke again. “I know you are a kid Aang, I know you will have a hard time facing certain realities. And that is okay, you are only human after all. I am not one to talk either, but I am learning and changing and growing. And sometimes the best thing we need to be is either the pillar of support, either in silence or solidarity, or the tough wake up call. And how you choose to use that knowledge will help define you better as a person. Not just for yourself, but those around you and care for you.”

“As for the final say about this issue with Katara, this is her journey. Her test of character. And all you can do now is support her whatever her choice is. Either she goes for it or not will be her choice.”

“But what if she chooses to take this guys life?”

“Then that is her choice,” she said. “But I don’t think she will do it.”

Everyone looked to her with confusion. “How can you be certain?” Toph asked as she was feeling Amaya’s heart beat and it was steady. Not wavering and confident.

Amaya smiled. She thought about Katara’s words to her. “She knows it might be easier to be consumed by the anger and turn on better judgement. But I don’t think she will let it turn her into a monster. If anything, it will give her closure that she deserves.”

“Well, I am going to get my tent ready and turn in. Good night everyone.” The Gaang said their goodnights in a somber way, but there was this glow of hope from most of the group in Amaya’s words. She was satisfied to feel it but glanced over at Aang. She could tell that this shook him to his core. And while she was all for keeping innocents, this was something she was not going to stay quiet about. And she knew Aang was going to be okay. Or at least consider her words.

[callsigndragon]

Hold my hand chapter one is incredible, my Love!!!!

"Tom, the human shield that kept the siblings safe from their mother, was gone. And for the next 8 years, Jake counted the days left until they could run away from that house." - my poor baby cannot catch a break in any of your stories can he? Good! The drama is so amazing every single time and always so unique!!! 💗

"Jake thinks about it for a second. “Yeah… You can’t have a special secret mission only for the elite and not call her.” He looks at the flabbergasted expressions of the other two pilots and points at them with his index finger. “Don’t tell her I said that.”" - love, love, love that Jake is secretly admiring others, especially Phoenix, love this little detail!!! And I love that he is so close with Jenn and Javy that he freely shares this instead of the pretence of thinking he's better than everyone! Lovely characterisation and amazing dynamics between the characters!!! 💗

"“I’m Red Queen.” Jenkins announces, moving a step closer to him and smirking. “Want me to show you the report?”", "Jake clears his throat and gets up from his sitting position, as if he were really worried about looking like an idiot. More than he was already. “I am… I’m sorry. I really thought you were a myth. Everyone says you were the perfect student at the Naval Academy and, well, I am… I didn’t picture you like that.”" - hahaha, love this!!! Also, did Jake Hangman Seresin just apologise??? Ahhh, I love Red and Jake in any and every universe you write! I am so excited to see their love blossom in this one too!!! 💗

"Jake’s sister almost has a fangirl moment because, for the first time in years, Jake Seresin might be interested in someone for more than just sex. “I never thought I’d see this day.”", "“Can we emphasize the fact that he has fallen for the only girl that is better than him at his job?” Javy says biting his bottom lip to not laugh." - love the Jenn and Javy friendship!!! And hiw supportive they are of Jake!!! And I also love that you present the Red - Jake pair from outside perspective too!!! Amazing writing, Darling, absolutely amazing!!! 💗

"“What the fuck is he doing here? He’s not fast enough for a special mission,” Jenn says, as if that were the only reason she doesn’t want him there." - oh, the burn!!! I smell a roasting Rooster in here. Okay, jokes aside, I love Jenn! And the implied history between Jenn and Bradley! So exciting and intriguing!!! 💗

"She bought it for him when they were dating." - ahhhh! Again! The implied history between them and the fact that Bradley still wears the clothes Jenn bought him!!! And not just anywhere, but somewhere he may bump into Jenn!!! Ahhh, the layers!!! I love this and am so excited to see what will happen next!!! 💗

My love, as always, I am in awe of your talent and your ideas and just incredible writing!!! Such a gorgeous start to an awesome series!!! 💗💗💗

Lots of love and many hugs! 💗💗💗💗

(italics anon 💚)

"Tom, the human shield that kept the siblings safe from their mother, was gone. And for the next 8 years, Jake counted the days left until they could run away from that house." - my poor baby cannot catch a break in any of your stories can he? Good! The drama is so amazing every single time and always so unique!!! 💗

we need to establish that i love characters with traumatic pasts, thank you-

"Jake thinks about it for a second. “Yeah… You can’t have a special secret mission only for the elite and not call her.” He looks at the flabbergasted expressions of the other two pilots and points at them with his index finger. “Don’t tell her I said that.”" - love, love, love that Jake is secretly admiring others, especially Phoenix, love this little detail!!! And I love that he is so close with Jenn and Javy that he freely shares this instead of the pretence of thinking he's better than everyone! Lovely characterisation and amazing dynamics between the characters!!! 💗

Jake may be a dick half the time (and part of the other half) but deep down he's not bad... and i want to show that i guess?

"“I’m Red Queen.” Jenkins announces, moving a step closer to him and smirking. “Want me to show you the report?”", "Jake clears his throat and gets up from his sitting position, as if he were really worried about looking like an idiot. More than he was already. “I am… I’m sorry. I really thought you were a myth. Everyone says you were the perfect student at the Naval Academy and, well, I am… I didn’t picture you like that.”" - hahaha, love this!!! Also, did Jake Hangman Seresin just apologise??? Ahhh, I love Red and Jake in any and every universe you write! I am so excited to see their love blossom in this one too!!! 💗

yes. JAKE SERESIN JUST APOLOGIZED I SWEAR TO GOD THIS MAN IS DOWN HARD. but is red, what can we expect hahahah

lots of love 💚💚

[allywritesforfun]

Hi! Um for a corpse request, could you do reader massaging his shoulder or hands and them talking about their current interest? :]

qjhzshgkqdhwijgqei im so super excited to do this thank you so much!!

{Shoulders and Hands} Corpse Husband x Reader

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 1593

trigger warnings: swearing, excellent jokes ab virginity that are sure to make you laugh as hard as I did writing them

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You laid stretched out on your bed in your shared room. The air was filled with the white noise of the shower going in the room across the hall. Your boyfriend, Corpse, was taking his late night shower after he finished streaming for the last four hours.

You peacefully waited for him to get cleaned up. In the meantime, you were searching through your Netflix Recommended to see if you could find any new series or movies that you could watch with him. You soon forgot what the task at hand was and started to mindlessly scroll through it, nothing catching your eye worth giving a second thought.

What did catch your eye was Corpse walking through the doorway in gray pants over his hips and tugging a black shirt over his head. As much as you tried not to, you still stared at him, admiring the water droplets falling off his hair and onto the ground, leaving a little trail behind him.

“Like what you see?” Corpse joked when he noticed your eyes scanning over his body.

You looked away flustered, “You think I would be used to you walking in and looking hot and shit by now, wouldn't you?”

He nodded in agreement and grabbed the towel on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed opposite of you. He brought the towel to his hair and started to scrunch and squeeze to get some of the water out, but still leaving a decent amount in. You saw him open several drawers looking for something but had no success.

“Baby have you seen my hairbrush?” He asked, peeking under the covers to see if it accidentally got buried.

You thought back to earlier this morning and how you had to quick use it to get a single knot out. “Oh yeah actually,” You leaned over the edge of your side of the bed and crawled over to him. “You want me to brush it out?”

He shook his head, “You don't understand my curls the way that I do. I don't really like people styling my hair.”

“That's okay,” You replied, handing the brush over his shoulder. He took it with a hidden smile and started in the front of his hairline, working down and back.

You sat behind him on your knees, admiring the stretch of his back and tension on his hands grasped around the handle. You were obsessed with him to say the least. Everything he did or said put you in some type of love trance.

“Whatcha been up to the last what- five, maybe four hours?” Corpse asked as he continued to brush through his long curls.

Despite having his back turned to you, you shrugged, “I’ve just been doing mindless tasks and all. Nothing too special. Right before you walked in I was looking for a new show to watch since we’re almost done with Death Note for the sixth time.”

He turned his head back in offense, “How dare you not appreciate the amount of hours we have dedicated to a brilliant show. Shame on you. I cannot believe you’re already trying to get rid of it.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew he was joking but you still played along, “I just wanna see what other categories are out there.”

Corpse huffed and turned back around, his back cracking in the process, “Find anything?”

“Damn, babe. That sounded horrible. Are you feeling okay?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He assured you. “I’ve just been sitting at a desk for a couple hours. You know I don't have the best posture.”

You sighed, scooting up so that your knees touched his lower back, “I told you to get a higher desk or lower that chair. Looking down isn’t the healthiest.”

“You don't need to worry about me,” Corpse reminded you. “I am doing just fine.”

You stared his shoulders. He wasn't relaxing them and kept them scrunched up to his neck. “Can I-” You caught yourself and thought for a minute. You decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask, “Can I give you a massage? I think it would really help with your pain.”

“I’m not-” He began to reject your claim, but he knew that you knew him better than anyone. “Is it really that obvious?”

You nodded, “You just look a little hunched and stiff. Don't think too much about it…Whatcha say?”

He nodded and smirked, “I mean- I have been touch deprived for the last five or so hours…”

You cheered and got closer to him, wrapping your legs over his waist for support. You began by gently running your fingertips up and down his spine, sending shivers down them. Just from that little touch, you had him wanting more. He glided his hands over your legs in approval to encourage you to continue on with his motions. You rubbed circles into his lower shoulder blades. He leaned into your touch, enjoying it more than he thought he would. You focused on certain pressure points and knots that you could feel. He breathed in with every new sensation you gave him.

You moved your hand up his shoulder blade and to the back of his neck, kneading it out like dough…dough. “Hey baby,” You interrupted. “Everyone right now is watching Hell’s Kitchen, do you think we could watch a season or two together?”

Corpse stretched his neck out, giving you better access, “Like on stream?”

“Whatever you’d like,” You hummed, tracing your hand up his neck and back down. “As long as I can sit in your lap I am all good.”

He choked on air, “Well- I- I mean either way..”

You extended your body out, leaning over his shoulder to see his cute face all red from your comment, “Awe! You’re so cute when you get flustered!”

“What!” He yelled. “No! That’s-that’s it!” He reached behind him and grabbed below your arms and pulled you over his head. You laughed through the whole moment, your sense of direction getting lost as you flipped over but found once you were in his lap, staring into his eyes. “I get you flustered, you don't get me flustered,” He reminded you, rubbing the blush on your cheek.

You leaned into his ear, “Oh I get you so flustered, don't act like I don't.”

His low chuckle filled the room as he pulled back to kiss you. He reached his other hand up to tuck the loose strand of hair away but you grabbed it and looked at it.

“Your hand is so tense!” You pointed out, bringing it closer to you.

“I mean, I play video games all day,” Corpse reminded you.

“Do they ever cramp up?” You asked, bringing the hand into your lap.

He nodded, “At times yeah. Nothing to worry about though.”

Your thumb applied light pressure to his palms, rubbing them in a circle and increasing the pressure as he found the new feeling euphoric. He went quiet quick and watched as you took your time with his hands, making sure that every crevasse and peak got some pleasure.

His breath hitched, “I don't think anyone has ever given me a hand massage before.”

You smiled, “I took your hand virginity then?”

He laughed and turned his head into his shoulder, “Don't even. Never say that to me again.”

You laughed with him and dropped his hands to run your hands through his hair. Your hands were drenched from him never getting a chance to finish drying his hair. You wanted to say something, but you kept thinking about how you were gonna tease him later about it and kept laughing. You finally got the courage to say something and tried looking him in his eyes, but you both started laughing just from eye contact because you both were still thinking about it.

You leaned into him, your forehead rested against his collarbone. He grabbed your hand out his hair and pressed a gentle kiss into your palm. You laughed into him as let go of your hands to bring his hands behind your back and pull you closer to him. He snuggled you into his frame and gave you a gentle squeeze in an attempt to get you to both stop laughing, “That’s enough.”

You wheezed, “I’ve touched your virgin hands!”

Corpse gently shoved you off, “Stop that!”

You landed on your back against the bed. Corpse was quick to get you trapped between his legs so that you couldn't squiggle out. You couldn't restrain yourself from laughing and covered your mouth with your hand. You looked at him, you could tell he was doing his best to keep from laughing.

He hovered over you. His hands were on either side of your head, supporting his weight. His silver necklace swung down in front of your face, “If you don't cut this nonsense out, then we’re not watching Kitchen Nightmares,”

You immediately stopped laughing and whined out, “But that’s not fair! It’s not my fault you’re addicted to my touch!”

He smirked above you, “Damn right I am.” He finally admitted to his desire to hold you every second he was with you and leaned down. He caught your lips in a deep kiss. Your body immediately responded and your hands dug into his wet hair, pulling him forward. Your lips moved in rhythm with his, interlocking in ways that made you forget your name.

He pulled back, “Go get it set up while I make popcorn.”

You smiled, giving him one last kiss, “Thank you, baby.”

taglist: @boiled-onionrings @anarchyanon @gh0stsb00 @nightmarefox15 @gray-moon2

[aurumalatus]

random yuuta headcanons that i need to write down before i sleep. takes place in a no curses college au. he is the best boy of all time.

- decently fast texter, but only for you. mostly because he knows when your classes end and such so he starts to expect the message before it comes.

- feels bad pirating movies/tv/etc. will pay for all the different streaming services and share them with you.

- has like one (1) emoji that he gets OBSESSED with for about a month (besides the basic 😭💀🙄 etc, ofc), then switches to the next. 🗿 and 😤 have both had a turn.

- likes collecting manga. just thinks it’s fun to see the shelf fill up plus he can sit and read through a whole series any time. doesn’t mind letting you read them and isn’t super strict about it, he thinks a bit of wear and tear adds character to the books.

- likes tea more than coffee. will buy sweet drinks whenever he goes to cafes or coffee shops because he knows you will want to taste.

- always loses his damn phone 😭 any time you guys are in the apartment alone together and you see him pacing around a bit awkwardly, you already know.

”yuuta, did you lose your phone again?”

”….no. why, have you seen it?”

- not into skipping class at all, unless it’s for a special occasion (date with you lol). he just gets too stressed thinking about the money he’s paying to attend school in the first place.

- doesn’t really like bowling/mini golf/etc because it makes him feel awkward when everyone watches him take his turn lol

- if you ever recommend him a show, he will live tweet his reactions to you no matter what. extra dramatic too because he knows you’ll think it’s funny. you know he’s starting a new episode when your phone starts going off like crazy.

- changes his alarm sound often because having the same one for a long time really bothers him lol. if he hears it in public he seizes up and everything

- good at most sports, and will play with you even if you’re not. has a special interest in skateboarding.

- the first time he said “i love you” was when he got his wisdom teeth taken out and you were in charge of bringing him home. he was loopy out of his goddamn mind and does not remember this occurring. please do not tell him, because he will die of embarrassment from how unromantic it was.

- cannot dance. he knows this, but will attempt to dance at parties to make you laugh. he doesn’t care lmao

- is actually really giggly. makes himself laugh all the time, then laughs harder at the sound of his own laugh. adorable.

- sometimes sits in on your big lectures with you when he has free time. doodles on the edge of your paper but doesn’t try to talk to you if you don’t talk to him first—doesn’t wanna be an annoying distraction to you when you’re focused on studying.

- leaves cringey comments under your instagram photos on purpose. makes you send him the photos first so he can think of a pun, and so he’ll be ready to be first comment once you post. it’s always very sweet though.

- is actually shy at heart but will take the heat for you when necessary. you could fart loud as hell in a silent room and he would claim it for you. true love.

- not particular about his clothes at all. likes oversized comfy things, no preference for brand. tends to wear more muted colors.

- worked at a mall arcade as a summer job in high school and got really fucking good at pacman. you still haven’t been able to beat him at it, but you win at pretty much everything else.

- still kisses you good morning and good night even when you’re arguing. still walks you home, still buys you food, still cares for you—he’ll NEVER use momentary anger as an excuse to neglect you

- calls you his everything/his angel and means it. i love him so much oh my god

[nagitokomaeda-the69th]

Hello! I see request are open so may i request for headcannons for Felix with an artist!s/o or a oneshot where Felix becomes a muse (aka inspiration) for whatever they're drawing or painting no pressure!

dhfkdhkdhfghfgh I've been a wannabe artist for so long this is so cute akfhkehfksgjdfkhgkdgh

Also "or"? More like an "and" ill do both.

(Long post warning)

-C'mon felix is a nerd, a bookworm, and canonically a theatre kid what makes you think he isn't an art nerd

-Even if he doesn't have quite a art skills himself (the last time he touched a box of watercolors he painted his bedsheets more than he painted on the paper) he still has a deep appreciation for art and there's many expensive paintings hung around in their manor.

-You cannot tell me he doesn't have at least one goth painting hung as a display somewhere around his room

-If you're an art student, he's pretty interested in the things you have to tell about what you learned there. Art is a lot more than just drawing and painting, it's culture. It's history. He wants to know more about your culture.

-Teach him art! He'll be more than glad to finally improve his skills after perhaps having given up long ago.

-With every technique you're teaching him there's always some old fun memory that comes up to share. Laughing together. Felix talks about how Scylla wouldn't let him hear the end of it when he messed up his bedroom for an umpeenth time trying to 'perfect his skills in watercolor'. You watch him struggle with a particular technique and remember how long it took you to master it. You both realise that there's so many stories about each other that you don't know about yet and there's so much left to learn.

-Let me just imagine a picture of child felix sitting in a mess of watercolors with his hands the color of the rainbow. There's a little color mark on his nose and cheeks dhfkadshakha

-Has books about the history and culture in Astarea, tells you all about the famous era-defining paintings and artists.

-ART GALLERY DATE I REPEAT ART GALLERY DATE.

-If you've never gone to art school and self-taught yourself art, Felix is in awe.

-How. How are you so skilled?

-"It seems that I am not the only 'prodigy' in this room. You are a prodigy in art, just as much as I was in magic."

-He is a rich boy any art supply you want you'll get before you've finished asking for it.

-The way he looks at you when you're super concentrated on your current piece. He's paying full attention to every stroke you make. He's paying attention to the way you pause for a moment to brush back your hair. He's paying attention. He's paying attention and he's lovestruck.

-He will never tire of watching you work and do what you love.

-Make an art piece specially for him. Gift it to him. He will cry.

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-"Woah, this is beautiful" Even if you wanted to say something humorous, or witty, or something that could just capture the pure awe you were feeling right now, you couldn't. Your breath was caught in your mouth.

Felix didn't even attempt to hide his smirk, satisfied that you loved this sight as much as he hoped you would. "I did tell you that this is one of those events I look forward to throughout the year. Papa is masterful at his gardening skills."

An assemble of flowers lay before you, in full bloom. They almost looked like tiny little lights sparkling in the sunset. The wind was cool, bright, making them sway only ever so slightly. You'd found a newfound appreciation for spring, right this moment.

"This is so peaceful."

Felix bent down only ever so slightly, moving his face closer to the bushes. "These are my personal favorites, they are called double-black hellebores." He looked up at you, expectant. "So, what do you think?"

But your priorities had changed, right this very moment. "Felix, don't move"

"Huh?"

"I need to paint this." You almost squealed with excitement. "You look absolutely ethereal."

"I'm glad you liked these flowers so much you want to paint the- Wait. Me? Did you just say you want to paint me?"

You rubbed your hands together, looking down nervously. "Umm, you don't mind right?"

"Mind? Me? WhywouldImindItotallydontmind" Felix glitched for a moment, realised he was tripping over his words so hard he might as well be speaking Vellan right now, and repeated in a coherent manner. "I was just surprised that you wanted to paint me of all things."

Clearly enjoying how flustered he got, you decided to take your chance. "Why? You're prettier than any flower over here."

-This man is redder than the sun rn fr. Make sure to have lots of red in your pallete to make a point of it.

-jk draw him pretty. And yes make a point of how pretty he is.

-Felix still decides that standing half-bent holding a flower in a bush isn't exactly the most comfortable position to pose in, so you still decide on a different pose. Now he's sitting on a bench nearby holding the black hellebore in his hand instead.

-This man doesn't move a muscle no matter how long you're taking fr. He wants you to do your absolute best and would feel guilty if you 'messed up because of him'

-It's especially hard too because the excitement of being painted by you is making him go jdbfkajsbsjvasvjbs internally. He is a mental mess rn he is the mascot of the screaming internally meme currently. He is my face when im reading fluff but my parents are in my room.

-The wind is just as cool and continues to blow just as lightly. His soft hair sways just as slightly as the other flowers in the garden. It the only thing of his that's moving right now.

-It's late in the evening and you can hear the sounds of all different kinds of birds chirping as they make their way home. It's getting dark so you decide to speed up a bit or you'll be having trouble completing it when the light's too dim.

-Felix doesn't know where to look so he just kind of decides to have a staring competition with the flower in his hand. He does that for quite a while until he finds himself wondering if you're done yet and shifts his gaze slightly to look at you.

-Unfortunately for him, your eyes meet.

-It's taking him everything to not get flustered and change his expression, posture, anything.

-You smile. "It's okay, you can relax. I'm done now."

-He does a little stretch of relief before getting up. "Boy, it was getting stiff."

-One look at your painting, and the past whatver-amount-of-hours he was sitting are suddenly worth it

-"This is so..." Felix was at a loss for words. "I've never had anyone paint me so.."

-"Handsome? Pretty? Cute? I worked hard to make it extra good. I really wanted to convey accurately how you look like, to me."

"Is... this how I look like, to you?"

"Well, I could work a bit on the angling, and i guess I messed the hair up a little and-"

"It's perfect." And he tackles you into a hug hkjfkjdfkjgbfdk

-That portrait will remain with him till the end of time i tell you.

-At some point when he's confident enough in his own art skills he'll offer to draw you too. He's probably going to take a lot of time 'because he really wants to convey how beautiful you look to him.' and he'll probably mess up because he was trying to be too perfectionistic BUT HES TRYING HIS BEST HES TRYING HIS BEST YOU HEAR ME? :(

DGUASKBKGJ THIS TURNED OUT LONG

[poppyseedfics]

hii, could i request baking headcanons with natsume and mika? please and thank you! ^^

A/N: Of course you can! Thanks for dropping by, I hope you enjoy~

Baking with Natsume Sakasaki HCs

// No warnings

Natsume will graciously accept your invitation to bake together, he thinks it sounds interesting- he will not, however, admit he has rarely, if ever, dabbled in baking before. His magic takes up most of his time… but they're like the same thing, right?

He definitely stands around the kitchen holding things or doing simple tasks to make it look like he knows what he's doing. He has to look cool y'know. Whenever you're not looking though he'll skim the recipe- partly so he knows what's coming, and partly because he just wants to know what kinds of processes are involved…

He may or may not try to use a little bit of magic on the food. Just a lil. For good health. If he's caught he'll just laugh it off, making light of it as to not have to admit he does it because he really does care about you…

Will also take the opportunity to try and flirt and make you flustered. It amuses him and he thinks its adorable. Will ALSO dump flour on you because it amuses him and you being angry is still adorable. You cannot escape his teasing- Although, tease him back the same way and he might just fluster too.

The kitchen ends up a mess, bowls you swore you didn't use smeared with batter. Whilst the food cooks, you can start cleaning up! The two of you will roll up your sleeves and start washing… all fine until it ends in splashing water over each other.

The baked goods still turn out alright, surprisingly. They taste like home. You can settle down with your spoils and watch some movies together- you'd need a break after so much!

Baking with Mika Kagehira HCs

// No Warnings

Baking with Mika is always a delight! His favourites and specialities are cupcakes!

Granted, he won't eat much because he's very conscious of his weight and doing as teach asks, but he can never deny just one baked good if you've worked so hard on it with him! It does, however, mean that he can spoil you with all the food you could ever want.

Despite saying he prefers basic, amateur level cakes, Mika is actually quite a natural at baking. He'll move about the kitchen with grace and ease, usually chatting away with you whilst he mixes and preps. If you point it out though he'll adamantly deny it- He claims he's only "just okay" at it- and even then it's because he has a recipe with exact steps to follow, much like teach gives him.

The fact he barely glances at the recipe and his cakes always turn out perfect every time says otherwise, however.

He's a hardworker and sees this as the perfect opportunity to show his affection, so he'll usually sit you down and work so you can watch. He loves just talking with you and making jokes- It really is one of the most love filled times you share together. Of course, he won't deny you if you ask to help! He'll be such a sweetheart and give you the best tips and always praise you for everything you get right!

He might be a natural at baking the cakes, but he could not decorate one to save his life. The frosting is always a little lopsided, smudged and the colours never quite work out… he really does try though.

Every time you make a batch he'll always pick the best looking cupcake and try really heard to make it look good. Total concentration and so in the zone his tongue pokes out. He'll pick your favourite toppings and always present the cupcake to you, blushing as he asks if he did better that time.

You always decorate together though! It always starts with music in the background as you sway and sing together- of cause pausing to concentrate on the ever important cupcakes- but eventually will dissolve into putting frosting on each other's noses.

[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

[criminalmindzjunkie]

Unlucky in Love

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Gif credit to @ogledalo-moje-duse​

Summary: Spencer is unlucky in love - until he isn’t.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive content

Word Count: 3.4k

           Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love.

           It wasn’t for lack of trying. In his early twenties, Spencer often caught himself fantasizing about being on the receiving end of some great storybook romance straight out of one of the classic novels on his bookshelf. On the rare occurrence where his mind was able to slow down long enough, Spencer would daydream about what his future partner would be like. Would they share his fondness for the written word, or his penchant for foreign cinema? Would they find his tendency to go off on tangents endearing and his less than fashionable style of dress charming? Spencer liked to think so, but the likelihood of finding someone who could accept him despite all of his quirks seemed low.

           But still he hoped, even though he knew hope was a dangerous thing. Hope gave life to the possibility of disappointment – and if there was one thing Spencer did not need more of, it was that.

           Spencer Reid was in love with the idea of love – obsessed with the idea of his soul intertwining with someone else’s. But with his thirtieth birthday quickly approaching and absolutely no prospective love interests in sight, Spencer was feeling more than a little disheartened. It certainly didn’t help that everywhere he turned, love was running rampant. Hotch had Beth, Penelope had Kevin, Jennifer had Will, and Morgan had… any number of possible partners. Emily and Rossi were both unattached, but happily so in a way that Spencer just couldn’t quite manage.

           It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing the people around him happy – it was just that he couldn’t help but wonder when he’d finally get his chance at love.

           A month before Spencer’s thirtieth birthday, everything changes.

           When a member of Garcia’s victims’ support group goes missing, it’s all hands on deck at the BAU. It’s not that they’d give any less than one hundred percent on any other given day, but as with any case that hits close to home, everyone on the team is in a frenzy trying to put the pieces together. The thing that makes this case different is the fact that people from other departments are quick to lend a hand. It comes as no surprise to Spencer – Penelope is a social butterfly by nature. She made it her business to know and befriend everyone in the building. Her sunny disposition is hard not to love, and her current distress had garnered the support of more than a few non-team members.

           By the time the case wraps up, the bullpen is much busier and, much to Spencer’s chagrin, much louder than usual. The steady influx of people has Spencer’s head spinning and he can’t seem to focus on the papers sitting in front of him. What should take him thirty seconds to read has almost taken twenty minutes, and at this point the words on the paper are all running together. Spencer knows that it doesn’t help that he’s running on less than three hours of sleep, as evidenced by the frequency of his yawns. Worse even is the fact that his coffee cup is empty and no, he thinks, that simply will not do. With a sigh Spencer pushes away from his desk, bones creaking as he stands.

           With his coffee cup in hand, Spencer shuffles to the breakroom. He goes through the motions of preparing his drink, lazily stirring in the mountain of sugar before turning to leave.

           Spencer supposes that if it weren’t for the fact that he was horribly sleep deprived, he would’ve seen you walking down the hallway. But alas, Spencer’s alertness had been compromised by poor sleeping habits, and he isn’t aware of your presence until his body is colliding with yours and his hot coffee is dripping down the front of your blouse.

           “Ouch,” you whimper, and Spencer is immediately overwhelmed with guilt.

           “O-Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he splutters. Without waiting for a response, Spencer’s rushing into the break room and procuring a thick stack of napkins. The part of his brain that controls logical thinking is apparently overrun by the onset of his mortification, and in an act of absolutely panic, he begins to dab at the stains with one of the napkins.

           “I-I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m so so sorry,” Spencer stutters out, frantically attempting to blot the stain. “I’ll give you money for a new shirt. A-Actually, you should probably take this one off.  The best way to treat scalds is to immediately get the person away from the heat source. You should also run some cold water over it.”

           In his hurry to rectify his mistake, Spencer hadn’t managed to take a good look at you. When his eyes leave the stain in favor of looking at your face, he prepares himself to see anger there. What he doesn’t expect is for your face to be just as flushed as his, with eye brows raised in shock.

          Spencer also doesn’t expect this to be the moment he’s been waiting on his entire life, but one look into your eyes tells him this is it - this is your person.

           Stunned into a stupor, Spencer stills, eyes boring into your own. You’re even more beautiful than he’d dared to let himself imagine, but in all honesty that didn’t matter much. What matters is the fact that there’s a faint hint of smile lines etched into your skin, and your eyes are so inherently kind that Spencer has no doubt that you’re as gentle as you are alluring. Your benevolence is also evidenced by the fact that you hadn’t immediately begun to yell at him, and for that he is thankful.

           Spencer’s revelation renders him unable to form any semblance of thought, and before he knows it almost a solid minute of him gaping at you passes. You begin to squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

           “I, uh, appreciate the help, and you seem like a nice enough guy, but your hand is on my boob and I kind of make it a point to not let strangers touch the goods. So, if you don’t mind,” you stammer, looking pointedly at his hand that is still pressing a napkin to your chest. Spencer recoils as if he’s the one that’s been scalded.

           “I-I didn’t mean to, um, t-touch your -,” Spencer gulps, “- chest. I swear I was just trying to get the stain out. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he chokes out. Spencer had imagined the moment he’d come face to face with his person a million times, and none of his daydreams had accounted for the possibility of him giving her second degree burns and inadvertently copping a feel. His emotions fell somewhere between mortification and elation.

           “Mm likely story,” you murmur, lips upturning into a smile that has Spencer feeling weak in the knees. Spencer practically swoons. “Do you make it a habit to ask strangers to take their tops off, or am I just special?”

           Oh God, had I really suggested that? Spencer cringes and wonders what good an IQ as high as his was when it seemed to fail him at times like these. Speaking to women had never been a specialty of his, despite Derek’s coaching, and Spencer was floundering to come up with an acceptable response.

           You are the most special woman in the world, probably. Nope – too creepy, and Spencer definitely doesn’t want to scare you off. Not when he’s been waiting the better part of thirty years to meet you.

           I didn’t mean to insinuate that you should take off your shirt, but I also wouldn’t particularly mind if you did. Even worse – that would certainly earn him a stern talking to from HR.

           Spencer decides to go for the honest approach.

           “I-I’m not sure how to answer that.”

           His honesty draws a laugh from you, and Spencer loves the sound so much that he decides then that he’ll never tell a lie again. You shake your head at him and reach for the napkins that he still has clutched in his hands.

           “What’s your name?” you ask him as you continue his earlier efforts to sop up the coffee.

           It’s probably the easiest question he’s ever been asked. That doesn’t stop him from making a fool out of himself, though.

           “I’m Doctor Spencer R-Reid. Uh, I’m Spencer. Y-You don’t have to call me Doctor.”

           Someone please put me out of my misery.

           Your eyes meet his again and he can tell that you’re holding back a laugh.

           “Okay, then, Spencer,” you say as you discard the napkins in a nearby trash bin. “I’m Y/N.” You punctuate your words with an outstretched hand, and before Spencer can think better of it, the usual spiel come tumbling out of his mouth.

           “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

           Your lower your hand and cock your head to the side.

           “Are you always this forward, Doctor Reid?” you tease him, eyes flashing amusedly.

           “I-I didn’t mean that we should kiss,” Spencer interjects, cringing at the way his voice has suddenly raised in pitch. “N-Not that I wouldn’t kiss you! I-I’m sure that kissing you would be really n-nice. I just meant that… you know. Germs.”

           Are you there, God? It’s me, Spencer. A hole opening up in the ground and swallowing me up would be great.

           To Spencer’s delight, you don’t seem offended in the slightest.

           “I cannot believe that they’ve been hiding you up here, Spencer Reid. I should’ve come to visit Penny years ago.”

           Wait – what?

           “You work here?”

           You nod.

           “I work on the floor below this one – sex crimes,” you explain.

           “For how long?”

           “Coming up on three years now.”

           Three years. You’d been right under Spencer’s nose for three years and he hadn’t the slightest clue. You’d parked your car in the same parking garage and taken the same elevator as he! How many times had your paths nearly crossed in the last three years? If he’d been just a little bit earlier or a little bit later getting into work, might the two of you met earlier? The possibility of it was maddening.

           “Oh, wow. I-I’ve never seen you,” Spencer mutters lamely. But miraculously, you don’t think he’s lame, if your response is any indication.

           “Nor I you, Doc. It’s a shame, too. You’re a funny guy.”

           Spencer Reid has been called a lot of things in his lifetime – funny was never one of them.

           “Y-Yeah. I’m a real riot at parties,” he deadpans.            “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you hum, and Spencer really hopes that you mean it. “Would you mind escorting me to Penelope’s office?”

           Spencer nods, and the two of you fall in step together. Spencer’s wracking his brain again for something – anything- he could say to fill the silence. Thankfully, you don’t seem quite as inept at conversing as he, and you beat him to it.

           “You look a little young yourself, Spencer. How long have you worked here?”

           “Uh, I’ve actually worked here for almost eight years. I started when I was twenty-two.”

           Your eyebrows raise in shock.

           “Twenty-two, huh? That makes you – what? Thirty now? I wouldn’t put you a day past twenty-five,” you muse, and Spencer isn’t quite sure what to make of that. You must pick up on the conflicted look on his face, because you clarify. “That’s a good thing, Doc. I hope I look as good as you do when I’m thirty.”

           Spencer has to remind himself how to breathe.

           “I’m not thirty yet. Technically I have twenty-three more days. I could have a rapid decline in attractiveness by then.”

           Spencer’s not usually one to try to be funny, but she seems to have a good sense of humor and he wants to impress you in any way he can.

           “I guess I’ll have to swing back by in twenty-three days and find out.”

           The two of you come to a stop in front of Penelope’s office and Spencer tries not to look as disappointed as he feels. He doesn’t want your meeting to come to an end – not when there’s so much about you that he wants to know. He wants to ask about your opinion on books and obscure foreign films and most importantly, Spencer wants to know what you think about him. Did meeting him affect you in the same way it did him? Did you secretly wish to make this moment last, too?

           Spencer wants to say so much, but he can’t. He’s too awkward and too scared and too nervous to find the right words. So instead, he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

           “I’m sorry about your blouse. Can I please give you the money to buy a new one? I feel like it’s the least I can do.”

           “Absolutely not. It’s really not that big of a deal. Didn’t even really care for the shirt, if I’m being honest. Red really isn’t my color.”

           Spencer wants to tell you how wrong you are – that he’s infinitely certain that you’d look irresistible in any color – but he doesn’t.

           You reach for the door knob, and Spencer’s shoulders slump.

           “It was nice meeting you, Spencer.”

           And then you’re gone, and Spencer can’t help but think that he royally fucked up the most important introduction of his entire life.

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           When Spencer envisioned how his life would look at age thirty, he’d imagined it being a lot different than it is now. He’d hoped to use his intelligence for something great – finding a way to cure Alzheimer’s had been his main aspiration. Yet, here he was, thirty years old with nothing more than three PhDs to his name. He’d accomplished nothing of great significance, and the idea of having wasted his intelligence was eating away at him.

           In short, Spencer Reid was in a bit of a funk.

           It didn’t help that he hadn’t seen you since that fateful day in the bullpen. Spencer had contemplated paying you a visit, but the lingering embarrassment over his actions kept him from reaching out. He didn’t think he could handle how badly a rejection from you would hurt, so instead he sulked around the office and wallowed in his own self-deprecation.

           Spencer’s birthday wasn’t something he tended to advertise. From a young age, he’d chosen to observe it silently. Usually, his mother would forget, and he never really had any friends to celebrate with, so the day was always rather unimportant to him. Perhaps he would order takeout and gorge himself on greasy food while he sat alone in his apartment. It had been good enough for him last year, and he supposed it would have to suffice this year as well.

           He made it a point not to mention it to his coworkers, and the day passed by just as any other day. By the time five o clock rolled around, Spencer was waving a goodbye to his coworkers and heading out the door. As he waits for the elevator, he debates on whether to order Thai food or pizza for dinner.

           Just as he settles on Thai, the elevator doors open.

           “Oh, thank God, I was worried that you had left already!”

           Before Spencer can get over the initial shock of seeing you, you’re stepping out of the elevator and into his space, an excited smile on your lips. And then you’re holding out your hand, and Spencer’s almost moved to tears when he sees you wielding a single chocolate cupcake.

           “I wasn’t sure if you’d like chocolate or vanilla better, so I went with my gut. I get the feeling you’re a chocolate kind of guy,” you say, eyes shining as you look up at him. “So, was I right?”

           “You brought this for me?” Spencer asks, voice barely above a whisper. He can’t fathom it – that you had spared him any thought past your initial meeting. Spencer had surely expected you to forget about him entirely. Either that, or you’d written him off as someone to be avoided.

           You nod.

           “Of course, I did. It’s your birthday. Everyone deserves something sweet on their birthday.” You pause, the smile dropping from your face. “It is your birthday, right? I didn’t miss it, did I?”

           Spencer is slow to shake his head.

           “N-No, you didn’t miss it. I’m just surprised you remembered.”

           You chuckled softly.

           “You’re very unforgettable, Doctor Reid,” you say, and Spencer’s heart flutters in his chest. “And you didn’t answer my question.” You gesture to the cupcake expectantly.

           “Chocolate is my favorite,” Spencer breathes out, raising a shaky hand and taking it from her. “I… Thank you. You didn’t have to do this. It’s not that big of a deal.”

           “Are you kidding me? You’re turning thirty. That’s a very big deal, Doc.,” you argue, and Spencer gives you a tentative smile.

           “If you say so.”

           “I do,” you smirk, before hitting the button to open the elevator doors. “So, do you have any big plans to celebrate?”

           The doors open and you and Spencer file into the elevator together– an event three years in the making.

           “Not really. I was just going to order some food and stay in,��� Spencer says before taking a bite of the cupcake. It tastes wonderful – better than a store-bought cupcake could ever be. This cupcake was undoubtably made from scratch, and the thought of you taking the time out of your day to bake something for him makes him feel weak at the knees. Pair that with the way you’re looking up at him and Spencer worries he might collapse.

           “What kind of food?”

           “Thai,” Spencer says around the mouthful of cake.

           “Mm,” you hum. “You know – I happen to love Thai food. And I also happen to not have any plans for the evening.”

           Even Spencer, who struggles to decipher the simplest of social cues, can deduce that you are insinuating that you want to spend the evening with him. He’s thankful, then, that he had already swallowed the bite of cupcake, because there’s no doubt in his mind that he’d have choked on it. Spencer gapes at you, but your gaze is unwavering and your body language gives no indication that you were joking.

           “D-Do… Do you want to, uh, come over?” Spencer trips over his words more times than any grown man should, but in his defense, he isn’t exactly well versed in matters like this.

           “Do you want me to come over?”

           “Yes.” Spencer answers so quickly that it should be embarrassing, but it’s hard to feel anything but happy when you’re looking at him like that.

           “Then in that case, I thought you’d never ask,” you sigh dramatically, and then the door opens up and you link your arm with his. “You know, I was beginning to think I’d never see you again. I’ve been driving Penelope crazy asking about you, Doc.”

           “You’ve been asking about me?” Spencer asks, incredulous.

           “Absolutely. It’s not every day that you meet a guy who has the audacity to feel you up and ask you to undress within the first five minutes. I just had to know more,” you tease, and Spencer can’t help but laugh. Despite the cold air of the parking garage, Spencer feels warm – warmer than he’s ever felt and he knows that it has everything to do with the way you’ve pressed yourself against his side.

           “In that case, I’m very glad I spilled my coffee on you,” Spencer says and you let out a snort.

           “Yeah, I could’ve done without that part. And the part where you called me germy.”

           “I did not mean it like that,” Spencer insists. You hum and detach yourself from him, and Spencer instantly misses the contact.

           “Because it’s your birthday, I’ll let you off the hook,” you announce, making your way to the other side of his car, all while never taking your eyes off him. “And if you’re lucky, birthday boy, I might just be willing to test that theory of yours.”

           Spencer cocks his head to the side.

           “Theory?”

           You nod, and the smile that creeps across your face is the best birthday present he’s ever gotten.

           “You said you thought kissing me would be nice. I think we should find out.”

           Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love. But as he steals glances at you on the way to his apartment, his chest swells with a hope that maybe – just maybe – his luck is about to change.