#i love them so much it‘s not even normal anymore

[nnnyxie]

CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGERRR

So this one is angsty (if you squint) basically reader is Bakugos little sibling (by like a year or two to not make it weird) and they grew up together…And this is kinda mean!Izu x reader but whatever

Izu one day just randomly reflects on Bakugos bullying and is like well fuck him and decides to date his younger sibling to fuck with Bakugo as ‚revenge‘

Failing to inform them he was only dating them to fuck with their brother. He‘s still doting and sweet and oh so loving(he also failed to realize he fell for reader fr)…and on one random Tuesday they just overhear him speaking about it like on the phone to his friends being like „yeah Kacchan is totally pissed it worked like a charm“

Reader absolutely breaks down and runs to Kacchan for comfort because big brother is always the solution🤞 so then Izu dosen’t even realize and tries talking to reader and they just cut all contact and Izu panics and realizes what he feels for them but it‘s too late hehe. (I need some sort of happy ending for reader😭)

Bonus ofcourse would be lots and lots of groveling before they eventually restart, or reader moves on if you‘re not the second chance type..revenge is always the answer🫶🏻 idk both ends would be cute Idk when I turned into an angst Whore I used to be a fluff addict😞 #𖢥 izuku anon

SOBS!!! DRAMATICALLY THROWS MYSELF ONTO THE FLOOR!!!! CLAWS AT MY ENCLOSURE!!!!

i’m not much of a second chance person when it comes to this stuff but……. i like fluff……. so we shall see how the ending goes…….. it’s a wild card for the both of us???

(ps there is swearing bc it’s me…) (pps i did add a part where he said ‘fuckin with my blood’ but i originally had like— an adopted sibling in mind?? so just read however you’d like!!) (ppps i added some comfort from our girlies and kiri bc i LOVE them)

for this we’re gonna pretend like the boys have had no progress in friendship and that they HATE each other with a passion and that season 6 didn’t happen!! AND that they’re in their second year while you, darling reader, are a first year at UA!!

okay so. despite katsuki being such an asshole and probably the most difficult person to deal with— he has such a soft spot for his little sibling!!

he makes it known that if anyone fucks with you— he’ll beat them worse than they could ever imagine. you thought his normal threats were bad? oh sweetheart, these are far worse!! he’ll go into solid detail and even give ‘warning’ hits.

enter izuku, your longtime crush. ever since you were kids, you have always liked him. loved him, even. you admire how ambitious he is and how far he’s come.

izuku was dense about your crush at first, in all honesty. it wasn’t until he overheard your conversation with katsuki in the dorm stairs one day!!

it was something along the lines of “you can’t love that nerd!” “but i do! and if he feels the same i don’t want you ruining this for me!” “you’re too good for him! plus you’re too young to date anyways!” “katsuki, i’m not a baby anymore! look— if he ends up rejecting me then i’ll tell you. and you can do whatever you want, okay?” “okay. and if he accepts then, i’ll punch him too.” “katsuki no—”

izuku usually isn’t the type for petty revenge but— katsuki has hurt him for long enough. so this would be a great way to get back at him, right..?

now let’s dive into izuku’s little plan—

like i said before, he isn’t one to do this sort of thing. he really isn’t but— katsuki just… fuels a fire in him that he can’t put out.

izuku thought this little idea was crazy (it is), so he confided in someone about it— can you guess who?? wanna know who??? the one and only…

kaminari denki!!

that is correct, he confides in kaminari. see— izuku doesn’t tell kaminari that the person is katsuki’s little sibling.

izuku just tells him “i want to piss this guy off by dating their younger sibling but, i feel like that’s crazy…” and kaminari says “nah dude, if that person is a piece of shit then i say go for it. i mean— if they’re shitty then their sibling probably is too!”

which is very incorrect— you and katsuki aren’t alike.

well— you are?? but also aren’t??? if that makes sense

anyways… izuku was STUPID and took his advice.

so— izuku enacts his plan. he’ll fake confess to you, in front of katsuki. it has to be in front of him. he’ll date you for a bit to make katsuki mad, lead you on a little, then break up with you. easy peasy right?

wrong.

first off, he did confess in front of katsuki but, katsuki punched him right in the face.

second, when you accepted his confession, katsuki punched him again. this time in the stomach.

but hey— anything for petty revenge… ig…?

anywhooo y’all get into a relationship!! and it’s a dream for you, truly. you’re with the person you’ve been in love with for basically your entire life!! and that person loves you back!!!

literally everyone is jealous because you’re the couple. the blueprint. the outcome. the relationship. (or so you and the others thought….)

the relationship is… healthy? i mean, it is healthy if you ignore the fact that izuku is doing this all to piss off katsuki!!

and oh my god— katsuki is fucking angry. he’s always ‘mean mugging’ izuku. he isn’t doing anything,,, physical because you chewed him out for it. like— you really laid into him when he punched izuku. and you had a very lengthy talk with him. so, he’s keeping his hands to himself— for now.

okay moving on from that??? kaminari doesn’t put two and two together when izuku starts dating you— as much as i love him, he isn’t the brightest bulb in the box! yes he’s smart but c’mon……..

which actually brings me to how you found out!!!

so……. one day you and izuku are just walking down the hall to go to his room, y’all planned a cute movie night!!! (which he was really looking forward to) when the lovely kaminari denki comes strolling up to him.

“hey dude! how’s that revenge thing going? it’s been what?? eight?? months— you piss off the guy yet? is he totally mad that you’re with his sibling?” kaminari had the widest grin— he’s so dumb, bless his heart.

“izuku, what does he mean?” “i— kaminari, i don’t—” “huh? he’s dating some guy’s sibling to piss him off cause the dude’s a total piece of shit and i thought maybe the dude’s sibling was shi—” “kaminari! stop it!” izuku slapped his hand over the blonde’s mouth. all you could say was ‘oh’ then you ran towards katsuki’s room, hoping he’d be in there.

“wait— was— was the guy katsuki and the sibling was them!?” kaminari shouted in surprised (jfc…). izuku sighed with a nod. “dude you fucked up. like really fucked up. they were a total hottie?? and super cool?? plus katsuki is gonna be really pissed.” “i know…”

izuku felt so guilty because he was genuinely beginning to fall for you— like seriously!! he’s in love with you and now everything is ruined. i mean, he knew he’d have to tell you at some point because, no relationship should be built on lies but still !!

when you told your brother— he felt beyond pissed, angry, furious, etc. his emotions were indescribable. katsuki genuinely wanted to kill izuku. yeah, he’s always said ‘i’ll kill you’ but it’s not like he ever actually meant it.

but this time—

he really did mean it. he felt like he could commit murder.

“outside.” katsuki grabbed izuku by the collar of his shirt and dragged him through the dorms.

“wait— kacchan just let me explain!” he panicked, he wanted to tell katsuki that he did love you. that his intentions weren’t good at first but his feelings became real very quickly!

“what dumb ass excuse could you possibly have that would make this fuckin’ situation better!?” katsuki’s left hand sparked as he tossed izuku outside the doors.

“i— i’m not trying to make the situation better! i j-just want to explain!” “you have one minute before i blow your head off.”

“i did it to make you mad at first but— but, i ended up really falling for them! seriously! i w-was going to tell them!” “why the fuck would you even think about doin’ that shit!? even i wouldn’t go that low!” katsuki’s hands grew hot. he was on the verge of becoming a murderer.

“i’m sorry! i really am! i just— i was so mad at you and it was petty revenge!” izuku’s hands were raised in defense. “that shit wasn’t revenge! that was fuckin’ with my blood!” katsuki raised his hand to izuku’s face, getting ready to blast him— but he was stopped. “bakugo, midoriya. nezu’s office, now.” a very tired sounding, aizawa demanded.

while that was going down— you were left in katsuki’s room, crying on his floor.

“uhm— hey, it’s just us…” mina, jirou, and kirishima walked in. you wiped your eyes and nose, you didn’t really like being seen in a vulnerable state. something you and katsuki had in common.

“so we uh… kinda heard about what happened from kaminari.” jirou whispered as her jacks poked together. “i’m sorry, he’s a loud mouth…” “and uhm… your brother isn’t exactly quiet either.” kirishima looked to the ground beside you.

“i kinda heard their conversation… midoriya said he loves you…” mina sat beside you. “so what are you gonna do? are you gonna hear midoriya out..?” you shrugged.

even if he really did begin to love you, how could you ever trust him again? and— what if he was lying to your brother just to get an easy out?

you felt sick— and you felt like a fool. you felt so stupid for thinking that your brother’s enemy could actually have feelings for you. you felt like an idiot.

“i think… i think that, maybe, i could hear his explanation but… i won’t forgive him or give him another chance. i can’t trust him again. plus, i’d look like a fool going back to him…” you mumbled into your arms, your knees were to your chest. the three just gave an understanding nod, then, huddled around you for an awkward but, warm, group hug.

“alright.” you heard your brother’s gruff voice from the doorway. “you three, out. now.” he pointed towards his friends and you watched them leave.

“so… what happened?” you asked, your brother plopped down beside you. sitting in his usual ‘delinquent’ position. “almost murdered him. got stopped by aizawa. got scolded by nezu. now ‘m suspended for 5 weeks. gotta do supplementary classes n’ shit.” “i’m sorry, kats.” he scoffed and gave you an ‘are you fucking serious’ look. “why the fuck are you apologizin’!?” you fiddled your fingers, “i got you in trouble…” he rolled his eyes and lightly smacked the back of your head. “idiot, you didn’t. was all me.”

there was a bit of silence, it was a comfortable one. you and katsuki always shared this sort of quiet.

“did they tell you what happened?” he asked in a hushed tone, referring to his friends. “yeah…” “and…?” “and i’m not gonna forgive him or anything. he lied to me. why would i wanna be with a liar? plus, what if he was lying about actually having feelings for me now? i can’t trust him again.”

katsuki gave you a small, smile. one that said ‘i understand. i’m sorry he did that. i’m here for you. and i love you.’

when it comes to him, words weren’t needed most of the time. looks could tell all. and that look told you everything you needed to hear.

i’ll be so real— i was very a teensy bit drunk writing this… so like if it doesn’t make sense or anything i’m so sorry

[bwoahtastic]

OH please omega trauma au with max!! i just reread the whole tag and mmmm i miss this au!!

max having a cold and he gets so scared because scent has been the thing he has been relaying on the most? people can smile in your face and all that but scent is what betrays them most of the time and the pack has always smelt nice and worried most of the time if anything. but now he can‘t smell them anymore and he‘s panicking so bad :(

maybe at first it‘s not that bad and he dares to go down to the packroom with some pups, and he‘s tense but lets himself sit on the couch and be surrounded with the others. charles letting himself happily flop down next to max, nosing him a bit and showing him things on his phone like he usually does? and usually max doesn‘t mind charles being so cuddly and knows that the other omega doesn‘t mean bad. he just lacks a sense for personal space lol. but now max is taking in deep breaths to calm himself down but also to try and get a scent but it‘s so faint and he panicks, suddenly jumping up and taking his pups back to his room! the pack being worried about him. dan going up to max‘s room in the evening? he‘s gotten so close to max and the pups and maybe max needs some help with his whole litter of sweet little pups that can sometimes be a bit much to take care of alone.

pls dan coming to the room and getting closer to max‘s bed, finding the omega asleep and buried in a pile of all his pups who are worried about momma and whining a little at dan! dan carefully reaching out a hand to soothe the pups, but that‘s when max wakes up and he is so feverish and panicked and all he sees is the alpha standing in front of him and reaching for his pups! so he blindly lashes out at him despite feeling so weak because he will protect his kids with all his might, always. pls max biting and scratching at daniel, who is trying to calm max down and tell him it‘s him, it‘s dan, and he‘d never hurt them! max is so blindsided with panic though and it takes seb and charles and lando to get max off dan and to calm down. poor thing is just sobbing and eventually just collapses and apologizing so much

Oh plss Max being so worried and on edge because he doesn't feel good, and the fact he can't smell anything makes him feel like he Is missing important information and isn't sure how to pack truly feels! And he can't smell his pupsies and he loves smelling his happy pupsies!

Max still hesitantly going intocthe packroom cos his pups ask if they can and he watches them all closely! Charles flopping down next to him and Max normally allows it, it amuses him a little, but this time it's just too much and Max is too on edge! He jumps up and a little soft sound is all it takes for the pups to go over to momma immediately and they don't complain as momma herds them back to their room.

The pack is worried but gives max the space he clearly needs so badly but in the evening Dan goes to help as always becayse the pups are all old enough to be zoomie now ans it's a big job putting them to bed! He is surprised to find Max asleep with the pups all cuddled into him, but awake. The pups whining cos smthn is wrong with momma! Qnd Dan can see Max is pale but feverish, and he tries to reach out to gently wake Max. Max spooking awake and he is so feverish and confused and just sees a big Alpha close to him and his pups and attacks. Dan trying to stop him, calm him, bur Max is clawing and growling relentlessly

Charles and seb running in to pull max off Dan and Max is so exhausted and horrified when he sees scratches on Dan's cheekz and arms and hid pups all huddled up looking afraid!

Seb gently helping Max lay down, saying its okay, Max is sick, and asking if he can take his temperature. He gets Max some meds too and some water and helps him get comfy.

The pups meanwhile snuggled up to Dan trying to purr his ouchies better but being relieved momma feels better when Dan gently places them back with Max!

[beep-beep-robin]

what if when they get back from the battle with vecna they all have a little party to celebrate and steve and eddie hook up when everyone else has already left.

and afterwards steve freaks out, surpresses his feelings and distances himself from eddie bc he‘s like why tf did i do that what‘s wrong with me?

he goes back to nancy who‘s broken up with jonathan and they get back together because steve wants everything to be as normal as possible (understandable after all the traumatic shit they‘ve all been through tbh).

the first time eddie sees the two of them together he gets pretty upset even though he was convinced that their hookup was a one time thing anyways. as if steve „the hair“ harrington would actually wanna be with a freak like him.

robin notices that something‘s up and questions eddie about it - didn‘t he literally tell steve to get back together with nancy?

eddie‘s like well yeah i did but that was before i knew i actually had a chance with him and proceeds to tell her what happened the night of the party.

and robin‘s flabbergasted - not only did steve have his first gay experience but he also didn‘t tell her about it?? she can only guess how conflicted he‘s gotta be so she, being the great friend she is, immediately goes over to his house to talk to him about it (if he wants to, of course).

turns out she was worried for nothing because OH does steve wanna talk, he was just too afraid of what actually saying any of his thoughts out loud would mean, but robin coming to him and opening up the conversation gave him the little push he needed.

they talk about everything and steve confesses that he doesn‘t even have feelings for nancy anymore, and he doesn‘t think she does either. they were both just so in need of normalcy that they held onto the one thing that reminded them of BEFORE. he loves her, sure, but not romantically, at least not anymore.

when he hooked up with eddie it wasn‘t that he didn‘t like it and that‘s why he distanced himself from him.

he DID like it and didn‘t want to think about the implications of that.

and robin‘s so sweet. she talks him through it all but also sternly tells him that he has to get his act together and at least talk to eddie, he can‘t just play with his feelings like that.

and up until that point steve was convinced that eddie just wanted to hook up, no feelings involved, but when robin tells him how upset eddie got steve realizes he‘s seriously fucked up.

so he tries to get his shit together as well as he can and makes his way over to the munson‘s trailer. when eddie opens the door he seems a bit surprised, but when he realizes his visitor is steve, his brows furrow in anger.

but steve jumps right into explaining the whole thing from his perspective and his feelings and while he stumbles over his words because he‘s trying to get everything out as quickly as he can, eddie gets the gist of it.

and while this did change the situation quite a lot, eddie‘s still skeptical. the way steve just jumped right back into his relationship with nancy rubs him the wrong way, still.

but steve‘s willing to show eddie how much he wants this. so he takes him out on their official first date, and he makes it as romantic as he can. and while eddie might find the whole thing extremely ridiculous, while he‘s looking into steve‘s eyes across candlelight and red roses, he finds nothing but love in them.

so later, sitting on the couch in eddie‘s trailer, he turns to steve and kisses him. and it‘s different than their first kiss, which was eager and hurried. no, this one is lingering and gentle. this time, they‘re gonna take things slow.

and so what if their relationship had a rocky start. at least they‘d have one hell of a story to tell.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The Never-Ending Wedding

The Royal Wedding Rewrite where the Isle kids are feral.

Made together with @hannahhook7744 ♥♥♥

***Audrey Rose***

It’s only a week to the Royal Wedding, and things are getting a bit over Audrey’s head: Not only was she volunteered to plan the entire occasion, instead of, you know, the future queen herself, or even Jane, but the pirates simply will not listen to her. Or, and that might be the worse option, they will listen and then disregard her well meant crash course in etiquette anyway.

Audrey thinks she might get an aneurysm in that case.

Well, she would be surprised to survive the wedding intact anyway, what with Queen Mal and her grandmother and the assembled Isle kids, but hey. She doesn’t even care anymore.

„Shut up, you low-lifes!“ Uma disciplines her crew with what passes as affection if Audrey closes both of her eyes, „And let the princess speak!“

And even if their Captain’s words wouldn’t shut the crew up, Harry’s dark glare certainly would. It‘s kind of impressive, really.

Audrey stops staring at the pair and nods a quick thank you towards them.

„As I was saying,“ she picks up her abandoned train of thoughts, „This is The Royal Wedding. The event of the decade, if not century. A certain behavior is expected from you.“

Ivy de Vil politely raises her hand like a true elegant lady and asks: „Is it arson?“

…Audrey doesn’t know what she expected.

„Ivy!“ Uma scolds her crewmate, „It’s not arson, it never is!“

The pirates facepalm, CJ outright pouts, and Ivy scoffs: „Well, yeah. But they should know better than that by now, really.“

Audrey can’t say she disagrees, and judging by Uma’s expression, she doesn‘t completely disagree either. 

But that doesn’t matter, because Audrey spent far too much time on the decorations to let Ivy or CJ even touch it.

„No arson,“ she says as firmly as she can, which is very firmly, apparently, because the pirates calm down, and when Audrey glances up, she sees Harry nodding approvingly. Nice.

Anyway.

„No arson,“ she repeats, „No explosions. No assassinations, no poisonings at the reception. If you want to fight, take it outside.“

Why must they all pout at her? Including Harry and Uma? It’s making this whole deal a bit distracting, thank you for checking in.

The brief silence is cracked by Bonny, leaning forward with slightly manic expression in her face:

„And if we want to fight the Beast?“

Beside her, Desiree, CJ and Gonzo nod eagerly and neither the Captain nor the first mate look too put out by the prospect either, and, you know what, Audrey doesn’t have the energy for this.

„Take it outside,“ she states blankly, unfazed when Bonny pumps her fist in the air and CJ practically screeches. That’s normal.

„Now, to get to the more formal side of things–“ Audrey gracefully ignores Uma staring daggers at her crew and quickly breezes through a few very basic etiquette requirements, to which no one is paying attention anyway. Harry pipes up once to remind his little sister that contrary to what she might believe, the dining napkins are not to be used as garottes.

At this point, Audrey would like to point out that she doesn’t think that CJ has received an invitation. As well as a few other pirates, maybe? But Audrey feels safer not pointing that out. Ever.

A sudden thought crosses her mind:

„Now, and I cannot stress it enough, it's a ring bearER, not a ring bear. Please, do NOT bring any wild animals to the royal wedding. The queen is quite enough to manage, thank you.“

Uma snickers, which causes Harry to cackle and that causes Audrey to lose her thoughts again. Fuck.

Where was she?

She clears her throat and finally manages to pull her thoughts together.

„Right, next up, the bride. She will be wearing a traditional white dress, and she will be the only one in white, got it? We do not show up in white. We do not try to one-up the bride, however tempting that might be.“

(Audrey would so love to show up in a way better dress than Mal, but unfortunately, she was brought up better than that. Yes, she regrets it on a daily basis.)

Either way, the pirates laugh, and Ivy de Vil pouts. Audrey doesn’t want to even  think about that.

She continues:

„We do not try to one-up the groom either. And I’m looking at you, Harry.“

He has the freaking audacity to take a slight bow and wink at her as he says „Can’t promise anything, princess,“ and Audrey forgets to breathe for a second.

She chokes on air immediately after, when Gil confusedly asks why not. It wouldn’t be that difficult promise to give, would it now?

Audrey lets Chad deal with that one.

She continues to describe the ceremony and then the first dance:

„The first dance is for the enamored couple only,“ she says, „Savvy?“

…Hey, she picked that up from Harry and it’s shorter than any alternative! Besides, Uma and Harry have the crew so drilled that they straighten their backs and nod as soon as they hear that word, which is honestly good enough for Audrey.

She looks over at Uma and Harry to see if she has forgotten anything, because even as she feels pretty confident that she covered everything, the two know their crew way better, anyway.

And really, they add their own comments, either too outlandish or too simple for Audrey to think of them:

„Do not steal anything.“

„Especially not the wedding rings.“

„You do get a pass at queen Leah’s jewelry, though.“

…Has Audrey mentioned that the two have picked up a bit of vendetta against her grandmother yet?

„And if you do steal anything, remember to share.“

„Harry!“

„What? Am I wrong, love?“

„…Fine.“

„You heard the Captain, noble swindlers, the royal jewels besides the wedding rings are free real estate as long as you go by the pirate code!“

Audrey still doesn’t know what the pirate code exactly is, and at this point, she is too afraid to ask.

Uma tepidly argues back.

She has a feeling that the royal wedding will be more of an occasion that she anticipated, though.

„Oh, speaking of which. If you want to ask too personal questions-“

„Like deadly allergies or treasury security-“

„-Yes, like that, get them sufficiently drunk before. Yes, that goes for freakishly detailed questions about familiar anamnesis too, Marya.“

Marya pouts.

„And Claudine?“ 

„Yes?“

„If you see something your father wouldn't agree with, figuratively bite your tongue and remind yourself that your father is a fucking cultist that fully deserves the keelhaul treatment. Yeah?“

„Got it,“ Frollo’s daughter with too bright eyes nods, and yes.

It will certainly be way more interesting.

***Evie***

"Okay, so does everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Evie asked, both excited and exasperated after an hour of lecturing Mal, Jay, and Carlos on what to do and what not to do at a wedding. While also silently hoping that not giving the same talk to their AK friends wouldn't come back to bite her. 

"Jane and I are to keep Diego from running late and doing anything stupid while he helps Hadie get ready for the wedding" Carlos chimed in from the laptop, looking bored. Tired of the conversation. 

"And?" Evie prodded, hands on her hips.

"I am to not give Diego and Doug any ideas about what songs to play at the reception, wedding, and after party" the younger boy sighed, pouting slightly. 

"Jay?"

"I am to welcome the guests in an appropriate manner."

"Which means?"

"No swearing or back handed compliments, and no stealing shit in plain sight."

"Mal?"

Mal looked very, very annoyed– almost like a feral cat– as she replied "I am not to insult or pick fights with anyone. Especially not Ben's parents. Or spit out food even if it tastes gross."

She was far too tired from the lecture to be freaking out about the whole thing. 

Evie smiled, pleased before turning to Dizzy– Who was the flower girl. "And what is the rule for everyone, Diz?"

Dizzy sat up, beaming bright. Nearly knocking over Anthony who was writing something down that Evie dearly hoped wasn't another drinking game. The isle kids almost got alcohol poisoning last time they played one of those.

"No insulting the gods and goddesses– especially not Eris–, no climbing on anything, no biting or scratching anyone, no stabbing or shooting or hitting anyone, and under no circumstances should we start a food fight–"

Evie put a hand up, smiling. "Good. Celia?"

Celia looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. "No conning people or eating the wedding cake before Mal cuts into it. And no telling scary stories to the Smee twins or convincing them the opposite way to do things as a joke."

Evie clapped "perfect! Now does everyone remember what time they need to show up?"

Everyone answered all at once. 

"8:00 am"

"6:00 am"e

"8:00 pm"

"4:30 pm"

Evie sighed. 

It was gonna be a long couple of days. 

[thedawningofthehour]

Yea I forgot the story plays in like 2021, so I just wrote that Avatar comment bc man I love the second movie (I dont remember anything from the first), it‘s like 2am rn I am no night owl so I didnt use my brain much

ANYWAY, I am impressed the fam still believes they will get Donnie back bc I am losing hope lmaoo, also, interesting tidbit about the XXY chromosomes, will that be relevant in the future??

Honestly, the extension of the world of Avatar is smth really great about the second movie. Plot wise, I fear it might become repetitive if they dont think of smth for the next one. The emotions are 🤌🏼✨

Not really relevant to the plot, just something I thought of when I was looking up spiny softshell biology and trying to figure out how all that nonsense works.

Weirdly, Klinefelter's does actually seem to fit Donnie. I know they didn't, like, plan that, but it is funny that it happened with the turtle that had sex chromosomes before and therefore may have weird chromosome things going on already. (Splinter probably also has chromosome weirdness, but he was already past puberty and snipped, so his infertility didn't really matter)(they obviously have other chromosomes and there's other chromosomal issues that arise from mashing two completely different species together, but Draxum's ooze was made to minimize complications arising from that, and obviously the original Yokai who had significant genetic issues didn't pass them on) People with Klinefelter's are often taller with lower muscle strength, which fits his lankier build. They often have coordination and speech issues-check and check. It even fits my personal headcanons, with people with Klinefelter's being more likely to develop auto-immune disorders and having a low interest in sex. (Donnie's bi but he's got shit to do, he doesn't have time for that)

Also worth pointing out that it's not exactly Klinefelter's, because Donnie doesn't have two X chromosomes. He has the XY chromosomes from Splinter and a single Z chromosome from his turtle parents. The Z chromosome just occupies the space a second X chromosome would be and Leo confused it because it looked similar to an X chromosome. I have no idea how the whole 'chromosome mashing' thing works for Yokai overall, but while I can go ahead and say "mutants are allowed to have weird numbers of chromosomes that would normally result in severe health problems in humans because they're really not human anymore," it's a bit different for allosomes. In organisms that use sex chromosomes, aside from some organisms that use X0 or Z0 systems where the heterogametic sex just has the one, they all have two sex chromosomes. And there are issues if there's more than that.

There's some weirdness in the mutation process, some chromosomes get thrown out, some stay against their best interest, and sometimes the resulting mutant is a pile of tumors and meat. Draxum's ooze was modified to prevent most of the catastrophic consequences, but stuff still happens. I chose to say he has three sex chromosomes instead of four because trisomy disorders are generally pretty mild, while tetrasomies are usually much more severe and cause serious intellectual disabilities. Which doesn't fit Donnie.

(I don't mean any of this in a TERF bullshit way, I'm talking exclusively about what Donnie's got in his blood, he can be whatever gender he damn well likes)

[justanechoflower]

Really? One of me said that you took her everything before you even met a Monika, Kris?

That must have been before the game ended. She must have mistook you for her player, right after being deleted.

Or did she actually say you were her everything? If so, I’m not sure how you ended up there while the game was already running, nor what convinced her you were her player, but…

I will say back then, I didn’t really put much thought into the idea of other Monikas or other players. It was mostly just me, getting out into reality, and my player specifically. So she probably saw you, worked out you weren’t from her world… and figured that meant you must be her player.

For me, it‘s been months since the game ended. I’ve done a lot of thinking into the void, Sayori’s been trying to bring me back to the club… And I guess I will be coming back after all, at least for a while, since I’m bringing Flowey over. I do wonder what’ll happen, though. Will she remain President, with me as a normal member? Will the game do a restart and make me President again? Or will Sayori for whatever reason just randomly declare me President or Vice President?

I did delete the script, so I don’t think it’ll restart, but…

Really, though, Kris. I don’t think you ever got to the end of the game. Tell me, did you see Sayori spawn the space room? What about the following song that I sung for the player during the credits?

—————

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you 

The ink flows down into a dark puddle 

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart 

But in this world of infinite choices 

What will it take just to find that special day 

What will it take just to find that special day

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today 

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway 

When I can't even read my own feelings 

What good are words when a smile says it all 

And if this world won't write me an ending 

What will it take just for me to have it all Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle 

How can I write love into reality? 

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat 

What do you call love in your reality? 

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you 

I'll leave you be

————

There’s also a letter I wrote after that. Yes, I still sort of existed even after I was deleted. I think that’s because files don’t actually dissappear when they’re deleted, they’re mostly just marked as “empty”, and eventually new files would overwrite those areas. That is, assuming they’re not just inside the Recycle Bin. So even though I wasn’t really a part of the game world anymore, I was still somewhere, in the void.

—————-

(Monika WOULD tell Kris to think of it like those out of bounds areas Jevil was at, but… she doesn’t know about Deltarune.)

@the-white-soul

[writingjoycebyers]

One topic I'd like to read more are two: Hop jealous but tries hard to deny it, but badly. And a confrontation between Hop and Lonnie. Because it is right that he is punished by our sheriff!

Okay, I’m back. Please leave some love! I need motivation, input, random chats, whatever.. I mean, just in case anyone is still following my page and writing. I haven’t written in so long! Also sorry - I’m out of writing practice! Currently rewatching stranger things!

This is the second part to this pregnancy ficlet here!

The light at Melvald‘s general store is bright, too bright, stinging. Joyce hasn‘t felt like herself for the past few weeks, the feeling of joy and curiosity, the little secret inside of her - it has all turned into some kind of nervous anxiety about what the future holds. She stands in front of a shelf packed with baby supplies, a million kinds of pacifiers staring at her as her thoughts wander off. Will she be able to do this?

„Come here, babe!“, a voice yells through the store and that’s it - she‘s back to reality, back from her inside to the outside world, a world full of bright neon lights, grocieries and the rough voice of a man.

„What is it?“ she asks as she crosses the aisles to meet the man, dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket, his hair greasy and his shoes dirty.

„Can you carry this?“, he asks as he looks down on her. He‘s not tall for a man, but she‘s small and has not been eating well or been able to keep in any decent food those past four and a half months. In fact, she‘s skinnier than ever - except for her belly that keeps growing, a vicious circle. In the beginning, when it had just been between herself and the little creature inside of her, it had felt powerful, but now she often found herself thinking that it was taking something away from her, energy, sleep, weight, her whole fucking self.

„Uhm, yeah.“, she says and is not even sure if she‘s able to as the man is handing her a sixpack of beer.

„I don‘t think she should, Byers.“, says another, much darker voice from the other end of the aisle. The store is not even empty, there are a few customers walking around and still she immediately sees him, turns her head around before Lonnie Byers can push the sixpack into her arms. He knows.

Well, she thinks, of course he knows. For a second her thoughts trail off to that one moment last month when she bumped into him in front of the store they were just standing in. Joyce feels a strange kind of nausea creeping up on her and she cannot really tell the reason - her sudden disgust for Lonnie Byers, the presence of Jim Hopper or the baby inside of her.

„Don‘t think that‘s any of your business, Hopper.“, Lonnie snaps, his voice low as Jim Hopper walks over to them. Jim is much taller than Lonnie, wearing jeans and a white shirt and Joyce can even see his muscles underneath. Suddenly, she feels safe because she knows that Lonnie‘s aggression is bubbling up but here, in public, in front of Jim Hopper he‘d never dare to fight because he knows all too well that he‘s got no chance, no chance against a man so much taller, a man with true self confidence. Lonnie was a different kind of man, out of control on the inside and put together in public, at least enough to keep some kind of normal appearences.

„Carry it yourself or put it away, Byers.“, Hopper says and he has not yet taken a single look at Joyce. It makes her even more nervous as she starts to feel like a bystander, a bystander in her own life. Joyce can‘t know it‘s not because he does not want to, does not know that he‘d love to look at her in all ways possible, but that he just can‘t because he would not bear to really see her again, so small and beautiful, carrying the traces of another life under her shirt. Summer was slowly beginning and by now, it was too warm for sweaters, pullovers or jackets, so Joyce was wearing a plain blue shirt and damn, she really could not hide it anymore. She could not hide it and he could not stand that.

Moments pass as the three of them just stand there, Jim staring at Lonnie, Lonnie staring at Jim and Joyce staring at the two of them. Then suddenly, Lonnie breaks the silence. „Alright, Sheriff.“, he whispers ironically, a scoff in his voice as he moves and walks past Jim. Joyce still stands there, it takes her a few seconds to react. „Bye, Jim. Gotta go.“, she whispers, raises her head and looks him in the eyes for less than a second.

„See you.“, he answers as she walks down the aisle, steps behind Lonnie. He can‘t stand it.

[himmelsmaler]

- a message to myself -

hi girl, how are you?

how‘s everything going lately?

how you doin?

i know a lot of things have been super hard these past weeks. it all felt extremely difficult as if it exceeded your limits. you had pain on your body, you couldn‘t walk, you didn‘t sleep for your exams, you never had good meals coz you didn‘t and couldn‘t cook for yourself. no bath for days, no skincare, no snacks nor your favorite chocolate bars. your body was abandoned. it got sick. you totally had nothing, not even a desire to wake up. things that surrounded you were only your bed, your dark thick winter blanket, your earphones, and your soaked-in-tears disgusting pillow. gosh, you were such a mess. how could you let everything got that fucked up?

i understand your tears. letting go sounds trivial but it‘s truly the heaviest thing to do when the hope is still there, gets stucked between your heart and mind, wanting and even begging the old version of him to stay. the pain of seeing him refusing your presence was no longer even felt because you kept forgiving him for doing that. till the day he did that thing which hurted you the most made you realize that you actually didn‘t matter to him anymore. i know it was genuinely such a heart-breaking moment and it is understandable to see that this was where everything began to fall apart.

dear hana, i bring you several things which i wanna let you know about going through your difficult times: it‘s totally fine and normal to have ups and downs throughout your life. there is nothing wrong with being sad and left by the person whom you thought he was the one you were looking for. some people out there got hurt too by experiencing the love life that exists in this universe. each of them, including you, has one choice to make, it‘s either to (still) forgive the person, forget the mistakes, and fix the problem in the relationship, or to deal with the damage and heal the pain. i purposely let you to feel sad and let time healed you. i took it normal that you spent hours, days, and weeks to accept the fact that you both are not together anymore. he is no longer yours, and you needed to keep the longing for him, all to yourself. and you‘ve already cried enough for that. your eyes were totally puffy and looked abnormally so red. it‘s hard to handle when you miss someone, right? and now you realized that it‘s much harder to handle missing someone without being able to talk to that person a.k.a having totally zero contact with him. sure it is. 1st lesson learned, good job.

you suffered a lot. you didn‘t feel healthy mentally nor physically. as you got better you understood that it was stupid to ask him how he was doing and about his day at work. you kept showing him that you sincerely cared about him when you actually didn‘t need to. why should people show their feeling too much? what‘s the point of doing that when you already knew the key of winning someone‘s heart is as simple as mentioning their name after performing tahajjud. don‘t make it complicated, nothing worth more than that, you were only hurting yourself by asking him such questions. without receiving any answer yet, you need to go on with your life, putting your focus first on yourself and let things happen. if someone is written for you, they will always find a way back to you. no stress. and that was amazing to see you kept going on and did your exams well although everything was super overwhelming. but at least you did it. cool, 2nd and 3rd lessons learned. good jooob, hana!

i have seen a lot of strong people out there who won fighting the strom that hit them brutally. and today i‘m proud to realize that you actually belong to one of them. you learned so much these past few weeks. that‘s pretty cool. you just entered your 23rd year of living on this earth and already got such a huge life lesson about how to really let someone go and not force them to stay. i know it‘s painful, but it has gift behind itself. without you knowing, you actually have stepped onto the higher stage of growing up. that is indeed wonderful! 🌻

congrats, han, you are slowly but surely better and healed now. i‘m glad you did such a good job on your exams while going through this difficult time.

this is the time to tell you that you are worth it. be in love first with yourself, then with others. bring these 3 valuable lessons along with you so that next time you won‘t fall into the same dark deep disgusting hole again as you did yesterday. now promise me to bring your healthy body back. you still look messy and fucked up.

-h-

[wedefyauguryy]

I lie

To make them think I‘m one of them

To make me think I‘m one of them

But the weight of the lies is to much for my body to bear

I tear myself to pieces

Handing them out to everyone I meet

Hoping they will hand me their love in return

Praying

They tell me to try harder

To do better

They say I‘m broken

In need of fixing

Maybe I am broken

But whose fault is that?

Is it mine?

Did I do something wrong?

I have tried

As hard as I could

Maybe they‘re right

Maybe I‘m a coward who leaves when things get hard

But when is the right time to leave?

How much pain does one have to endure before it‘s clear that it won‘t get better?

How do I know when to stop?

When love is pain and I am promised that if I just stay a little longer

Try a little harder

Lie a little better

Until I‘ve fooled even myself

It will not hurt anymore

But I‘ve stayed a little longer all my life

They say he loves me

But where is this love they speak of?

Is his love the lies?

Is it the constant fear

That if they knew me they would no longer like me?

Is it the dresses that make me want to tear my skin off?

Is it the sinking feeling that he just made me wrong?

That no matter what I do, I‘ll never be good enough?

I do not want that love

Maybe they‘re right

Maybe I am not good enough

But maybe a child shouldn‘t have to suffer innumerable nights of tear-filled prayers

Begging to be normal

Begging to be loved

Begging to know

What I did to deserve this

Maybe I was doing something wrong

But how was I to know

All I know is was what you taught me

No one told me I had to act differently

Maybe I did something terrible

And this is all my fault

But all I wanted was to be loved

For my existence to not be a crime

For the promise to be fulfilled

Is that so wrong?

[jambison]

MHA Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku and Y/n are 20+ within this story

Further parts will contain limes and lemons so 18+ only for part 2 and 3 

Preface: 

Your quirk was commonly mistaken for nature manipulation since you can grow trees and vines and other plants anywhere you wanted (as long as they already existed there) as a shield, trap, or attack. But you also have a healing ability where you can pull life energy from plants, people, or yourself and heal people’s mortal injuries and give them a boost of power. It‘s kind of a secret since it’s super powerful and you’d be forced to treat the sick and wounded all the time. The only catch with this healing ability is you have to kiss someone on the lips for them to receive this life energy (think of CPR). 

POV change

Izuku and I were fighting an extremely tough enemy and as I was trying to restrain the villain, he broke free and sent me flying. The battle zone was completely reduced to rubble and there were barely any flora I could use to help restrain or fight him anymore. It was looking grim. I tried to get back up and winced as I realized my ankle was broken. “Deku! I’m out of ammo but there’s one more thing I have that might work.” I called to him as he retreated back to me. “Oh my gosh y/n your ankle’s broken.” “Says you, both of your arms are toast.” I chuckled at him. “What do you have that can help us win?” “It’s an ability of mine that no one knows about. Just trust me on this.” 

I felt nerves creeping up my spine as I realized I was about to kiss the guy I’ve been in love with for years. “Y-Y/n what are you-“ I leaned in and placed my lips on his. He melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around my waist. I deepened the kiss as I felt my remaining energy and power pour out of me and into Izuku. I pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes. “I have a healing ability that fixed your arms and boosted your power. It only works if I kiss the receiving party though.” “Th-Thank you I-I don’t know what to say.” “Don’t sweat it Deku.” I tried to muster together a laugh but I felt myself losing consciousness as I coughed up blood but hid it well from him. “Go beat ‘em for me, for all of us.” I smiled at him. He gave me a reassuring smile and nodded. “I won’t let you down Y/n!” And as he turned to face the villain I blacked out. 

I woke up to a bright white hospital room and a mop of green and black hair resting on my leg. I groaned as all of my pain from the battle caught up with me. The said mop of hair shot up and revealed Izuku’s handsome face. “I-Oh my god. You’re awake. I-I’ll call the doctor.” He got up and sprinted out of the room. I was completely confused as to why Izuku was even there and why I was in the hospital. After a few moments, a doctor and Deku walked in along with All-Might and Aizawa, our old teachers from UA.

 “Hey guys! Didn’t expect a greeting party or even a hospital stay, what’s up?” I laughed but was cut short by the pain. “Y/n you saved the day by transferring your power to young Midoriya. But at what cost?” All Might questioned me. “You saw that?” I felt my face get hot. “A video of the fight came out online and a lot of people ended up seeing it before we took it down.” Aizawa chimed in. “Well yeah, okay, so what I have a super secret super powerful healing ability?” I huffed. “You almost killed yourself in the process Y/n, you’ve been in a coma for a week! I-I was so scared you’d never wake up again.” I felt my anger and defensiveness melt as I looked into Izuku’s eyes. “I’m sorry I worried you so much.” I looked down and a moment of silence passed. The doctor cleared his throat. “Well Y/n you do have some serious injuries, most of which are internal but nothing that can’t be healed with abilities or time. I’d recommend you let your body heal normally so you don’t strain any of your organs anymore than they already are. But with that, we can send you home later on today after your neurological exam and a few exit tests.” He sighed and put down my chart after signing it and he left the room. “See Y/n? You can’t do that again! Your organs almost exploded!” Izuku cried. “Quit whining so much, I’m fine! And besides, we won right?” “You did but I’m afraid you’re going to be out of commission for the next few months while you gain your strength back.” Aizawa lamented. “Also you’re going to have to stay with somebody since you’re going to be on crutches and you can’t do much by yourself in this state right now.” 

“Mr. Aizawa, I’m completely fine as is. If I can take down super villains on a daily basis I can trudge to my kitchen and heat up some ramen for myself.” I threw off the blankets from my legs and made a move to stand up. “See? I’ll be just fi-“ I cried out in pain and fell before Izuku caught me by my arms. “Y/n I think you should stay with young Midoriya for a while, at least until you can walk.” All Might said. “Y-Yeah, I think you should.” Izuku said as he helped me back onto the bed. “Alright alright I will, but only until I’m better, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” “You could stay forever ya’know.” Izuku blurred out, which was quickly followed by him blushing fiercely and panicking. “I guess that’s our cue, the hero agency will be in contact with you by the end of the day.” Aizawa sighed. All Might changed into his superhero form. “Ahahaha! Young love is a tricky thing! Good luck to you Lady Y/n and young Midoriya! Make sure to always use protection and-“ He was cut short by Aizawa erasing his ability and dragging him out of the room with his scarves. 

And with that we were left alone. “So uhhh thanks for letting me crash at your place.” I said awkwardly. “Also thanks for beating the villain and saving my life.” “I-it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” Deku reached and scratched his neck, obviously still embarrassed. I decided to fill the awkward silence by turning on the news. The first thing that popped up was a hero gossip show and it was a screenshot of Deku and I kissing, presumably taken from the video. The headline read: “Deku and New Leaf in a Relationship?” The show host went on to say, “during last week’s ultimate showdown between New Leaf, Deku, and (insert villain name here) two of our favorite heroes shared a steamy moment on the battlefield before going on to destroy the villain once and for all! The photo shown here was taken from a video that mysteriously disappeared off the internet. And folks take a look at this!” The photo went on to take up the whole screen. “Guys it is a steamy one! I think I can sense the hero association’s next new hottest couple!” The other host chimed in. 

I groaned in embarrassment. “God it’s everywhere isn’t it?” I threw my hands up to cover my face. “H-Hey it could be worse, the media isn’t aware of your secret ability, they’re just concerned about the…k-k-“ “Kiss? Yeah. I know that. It’s just mortifying that that’s the only thing they’re focused on.” I mumbled out through my hands. “Was it really that bad?” Deku asked quietly. I froze and my breath caught in my throat. “I-I’m sorry I know it was bad but you were just doing it to save me and everyone else and-“ 

“Izuku!” I uncovered my beet red face and looked directly at him. “It wasn’t bad at all. It’s because it was good. That’s why I’m embarrassed. I didn’t want my first kiss with you to be put on blast like that, I wanted it to be in a private more intimate setting. Just the two of us, you know? I pictured us going out to get Korean Barbecue or seeing a movie and then hiking up to a viewpoint and then it happening there and then after you’d ask me to be your girlfriend and it’d be perfect. But obviously that’s not what happened.” I rambled on, and only realized what I’d said after the fact. In an attempt to save myself I stumbled over my words. “I mean- um theoretically and everything-“ 

Izuku cut me off by lacing his fingers through my hair and gently placing his lips on mine. After what seemed like an eon of true bliss he pulled back, with a blush across his cheeks. “Like that you mean?” 

“Y-Yeah. Like that.” I said, breathlessly. 

[brokenstrings]

Hi, could you do headcannons of jinx, Vi and Caitlyn with and s/o that plays bass guitar in a band (feel free to ignore if you have too many other asks to get to)

my phone crashed halfway thru and deleted this TWICE IN A ROW and i’m pissed so this’ll be rushed but anyways

my inbox was empty :crying and going thru an emo arc: so yeah this was fine, thanks!! also random thing abt this ask but i imagined it as music like tally hall and molchat doma idk why

i already did vi with a bassist s/o so hers is probably gonna be shorter

Jinx, Vi and Cait with a bassist s/o who’s in a band

Jinx

She’s in love with your band and has all your songs on her playlist

I‘m not kidding it’s like that one tiktok audio that’s like SM SM BY JIMMY BUFFET, SM SM BY JIMMY BUFFET

She has all the cds and merch she can get her hands on, even if she doesn’t have anything to play a cd on

Jinx is actually very interested in learning bass, if you try to teach her she definitely would be happy about it

”Oh my god can you teach me? YOU CAN?! I love you so much, bubs thank you!”

She actually finds out normal electric guitar is her thing, so that’s cool too

You overhear her listening to your music while working a lot, it makes you really happy

Once at a concert you were actually feeling kinda bad about your performance then Jinx screamed

”LOOK AT MY BABY!! I LOVE YOU!!”

You gained so much confidence and slayed that concert, it’s your favorite concert memory

If you come back angry or overwhelmed from band practice (same) she’ll try to comfort you despite not understanding why you’re mad

”I’m sure ya did fine, bubs! Don’t feel bad, c’mere so I can hold you!”

She’s your biggest fan and it shows

Probably has a tattoo of your band logo somewhere

Ok off topic from bass but her calling her s/o bubs is the best thing I’ve written /hj

Vi

Vi has most of your songs in her playlist, the few she left out were just songs she thinks weren’t as good, she still likes them all, she just didn’t wanna flood her playlist

She ended up flooding her playlist anyways but like shush

She has a little bookshelf with a bunch of cds on display, one of the shelves has her radio and a few of your cds on it

She also has a wall that has two of your basses you don’t use too much anymore and a shirt and/or a poster hung up in between them

She’ll work out to your music to motivate her, it reminds her that she‘s working to protect you

Like that justin bieber vid, ”I’m workin…. Workin so i can please you 😘” HAHAHHA /J

You take Vi to a bunch of band practice’s unless your band specifically says don’t bring her, her presence comforts you

And she loves going to those so it’s fair it’s not like “GRRR CMERE BITCH WE R GOING TO PRACTICE.”

If you and the band get into a fight or you just get overwhelmed she forces you to go home mid practice

Her: :GASP: :clutches purse: come on sweaty we’re going home it’s not safe here PLSSKSKSKSK /J

At concerts she always gets a front row spot or a spot where you can easily see she’s there, it makes you so happy she attends them when she can

Once she arranged with your band to have a thing where in between songs she comes on stage and 1. suprises you 2. publicizes your relationship

You cried, it‘s your favorite concert moment

”Hey cupcake, this is a nice show! Hey are you crying? Baby come here, I just wanted to suprise ya.”

Caitlyn

Shes the same as Vi, not wanting to flood her playlist with your music but ends up doing so

She has a wall of vinyls hung up with a little record player on a shelf, there’s a whole section of your vinyls if you have any

Cait has a little bit of your merch but not a lot, it’s usually just not her aesthetic

She didn’t want to learn bass at first because she wanted it to be your thing not hers, but if you want to teach her she’ll let you

She ends up being pretty good, but I think piano is her strong suit

”I think I did good, though not as good as you did, love. It never will be, you’re perfect.”

That one line made your entire month perfect /hj

At concerts she usually keeps quiet and just gets any seat she thinks will have a good view so she can record it

She actually has tapes of your shows

”What? It’s better memories than keeping it on a phone, I could easily lose that. And honestly it’s more aesthetically pleasing to me.”

Listen I think she’s retro bitch and loves old 70s-90s stuff it’s canon shut up I said so /j

If you come back angry or overwhelmed from practice she notices as soon as you step foot on the front porch

”Love, why are you upset? Did your practice go wrong?”

She‘ll cuddle you for a while as she encourages you to take a break from music for a day or two;

”I think it’d be refreshing for you to take a break, okay?”

You text your band like “Hey you fucking idiots practice was shitty so my gf is making me take a break for a few days and I have priorities so fuck y’all bye”

PLS I MADE SO MANY WEIRD JOKES IN THIS I LOVE IT MUAHAHAHAHAH

EVIIIILLLL

[oscarsbabe]

NSFW Alphabet | Duke Leto Atreides

A/N: I LOVE NSFW alphabets so I had to write one for Daddy Duke Leto by myself too. Some filthy stuff ahead so be warned!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

· After sex Leto is so soft and caring

· He always makes sure you‘re okay

· Asks if anything hurts or if you want some water

· He also makes sure to shower with you if the two of you are not too tired

· Just all in all a big cuddly bear that wants you to know how well you did and how much he loves you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

· He probably doesn't have a favorite part of his own body

· He tries to work out and groom himself to make sure he is always in the best shape possible

· However, he doesn't care about focusing on one part of himself

· With you it is different

· As soon as he got to see you naked for the first time, he fell in love with your whole body but what stood out the most were your legs

· Sure, he loves your face, your soft lips and those lovely curves

· But your legs, the same ones that wrap around his body when he‘s deep inside

· The legs that shake so nicely after he‘s done eating you out

· There‘s just something about them that makes him hard

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

· Lets get one thing straight first – he cums A Lot, like the amount is genuinely impressive

· Sure, it‘s not like you've seen how much other men from Caladan cum but still

· His favorite place to cum in is definitely deep inside of you

· He loves pushing in extra deep when he‘s about to cum and he loves watching it slowly drip out of you once he pulls out

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

· He loves to watch you or listen to you when you‘re masturbating

· Normally he takes care of you himself, but he has caught you once or twice

· The first time he woke up at night to soft whimpers coming from your side of the bed

· He shifted just enough to catch a glimpse and he saw you with no covers on, touching yourself while trying not to moan too loudly

· Leto knew there and then – it‘s the hottest thing he‘s ever seen or ever will again

· The way you worked yourself, increasing the pace, touching your whole body and the way it all looked in moonlight was almost too much to handle

· He slowly turned his back to you, trying not to interrupt and touched himself to the noises you made

· He doesn't jerk off often but that night he did and not only it felt godly, it made him fall in love with you even more

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

· Considering the fact the Duke is older than you – he‘s had some experiences before you

· He simply couldn't contain himself anymore even though it was against the rules

· The experiences were few and certainly not spectacular, compared to what he gets to feel when he‘s with you

· Still, it gave him some knowledge, although, the man seems to be a natural at reading body language so whatever he does with you, even if it‘s for the first time, comes naturally to him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

· Favorite position of his is most definitely missionary

· He loves it since it allows him to be both more romantic and dominant

· He can get so close to you and reach sooo deep

· But he can also pin your hands above your head or choke you a bit if you both are in the mood for it

· Plus, knowing how much he‘s packing – some positions might hurt (I mean nobody likes to have their cervix bruised)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

· I think Duke Leto is definitely NOT goofy when it comes to sex

· It‘s not that he‘s serious

· He just has so much passion that it always overpowers any other emotion

· And he always ends up being attentive, caring and fully focused on you

· Sometimes, when he has a lot of pent-up emotions, he acts almost primal

· So there‘s not much space for goofyness

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

· Chances are Leto keeps it trimmed most of the time

· He's got such nice hair (and beard too) that keeping it completely shaved would feel almost wrong

· He doesn't let it get too wild tho – he takes the time to shape up his beard and do some downstairs trimming too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

· In the moment Leto is caring and giving

· He listens to your voice and pays attention to your body

· Not a single emotion of yours slips by unnoticed

· He knows exactly what to do (and say) to make you feel as good as possible

· He showers you with praise and allows you to see a side of him that nobody has seen before

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

· Duke Leto is not one to jerk off much, if at all

· Before he married you – he had a few experiences and masturbated a few times too

· However, it didn’t really satisfy him in a way he craved it

· Because of that, he focused on other aspects of his life and career

· Now that he’s with you – there’s almost no need to do it

· Sure, you’re not always together, but in those times, he prefers to wait it out until he is with you again

· And once he is back, he will tell you all about how hard he was for you the whole time he was gone

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

· *Cough cough* BREEDING KINK

· He LOVES cumming deep inside of you

· And doing it multiple times per night

· Making you so full of him and admiring how well you take it

· He knows you‘re the one and only woman in the whole universe that he‘d ever consider to be the mother of his child

· And he makes sure to tell you that

· Balls deep, cock twitching, him whispering how he‘ll breed you so well – nothing gets him off more than that

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

· Since he always has to act a certain way in public and can only let go in your chambers – that‘s the place where you two do it the most

· However, because of that same reason, he also loves doing as much as possible in public

· Disobeying the rules and showing just how much he wants you in places where he should act as The Duke that represents Caladan gets him incredibly horny

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

· This big tough guy, Duke of Caladan, gets turned on in an instant when you act bratty

· Having someone disobey him and knowing it‘s you, the most beautiful person alive, it just does things to him

· Admittedly, he also likes completely dominating you afterwards and overstimulating you until you cry just to make you pay for being bratty and disobeying

· However, it‘s all done with love and when you go too long without giving him a snarky remark or teasing him just a bit too much – he starts to miss it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

· Duke would never agree to a threesome because he simply cannot imagine ever sharing you

· Having to obey so many rules and having such a limited private life he‘d never want to share that with anyone else

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

· When it comes to receiving – he loves to be standing up

· You, on your knees, hands on his thighs, tears in your eyes

· It‘s a sight that could make any man weak, having such an angel take cock so well

· When it comes to giving Duke Leto is insatiable like a starving dog

· He can go at it for hours, bringing you right to the edge and teasing you for what feels like forever

· He can read your body so well that by the time he‘s done you‘re seeing stars

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

· Depending on his mood, Leto can be both slow and incredibly fast

· When you have time and when life seems easy, he loves nothing more than to take hours worshiping you, slowly sliding in and out for a long time

· However, when you've been bratty or Duke is in a mood – you better expect to get your guts rearranged

· Despite being older than you, he seems to have twice the energy

· No matter what position you‘re in – he can keep up a relentless pace for as long as he wants

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

· Knowing how busy Duke Leto is, he is no stranger to quickies

· Sure, it may not be his favorite option

· But when time is limited yet the need is big – he makes the best of it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

· The longer he is with you the more open Leto is to take risks

· Your youthful energy and the love that keeps growing makes him excited for things he didn't care for before

· He loves hearing your wishes and ideas and even discovers new desires of his own too

· You want to do it while on the way to visit a foreign planet, with so much crew inside the spacecraft? He’s game

· It’s almost like a game now – with every round getting riskier

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

· Leto can go for multiple rounds for sure

· He loves to fill you up over and over again, each time sliding out more easily

· However, he can also last very long so you typically end up going for one round, but you make it extra long

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

· With skills like that, no sex toys are needed

· Sometimes you experiment with things from other planets

· But the only thing, if you can even call it a toy, that you come back to is sex pollen

· Sometimes you‘ll have a tiny bit of it just for fun, simply to enjoy the extreme sensitivity it brings

· Leto, on the other hand, especially loves to tease you then and watch you beg for his dick

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

· Safe to say that he loves to tease you once in a while

· He gives you those sensual looks all day long, his touches linger on your body longer than usual

· And in the end he edges you for so long you feel like you‘ll pass out

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

· Duke Leto is VOCAL

· Moans, grunts, growls and praises are all leaving his mouth when you‘re doing it

· He doesn't care if anyone can hear him or not

· In fact, he wants the whole universe to know just how good you take it and how incredible you make him feel

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

· He loves it when you ride his thighs

· Feeling your slick body rub all over his muscular thigh drives him insane

· He loves seeing your face when you use him for your own pleasure

· And when he feels like taking more part – he‘ll grind your hips even harder on him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

· No questions asked Duke Leto is packing

· You can tell by the way he carries himself that there‘s more than enough in his pants

· Best believe he‘ll stretch you out beyond what you thought was possible

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

· Despite being able to go without sex for a long time, his sex drive is actually very high

· Morning, evening and all night long, he can‘t get enough of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

· Afterwards he makes sure to take care of you first

· Showering, hydrating, cuddling – those are all things he wants to do first

· Once he sees that you‘re getting drowsy he‘ll let himself slowly drift off to sleep too

[pingutats]

wake up in some promised land

despite his best efforts to keep their relationship out of the public eye, harry & y/n are photographed together as they leave a party one night —and harry has an interview the very next morning.

warnings: a little bit of angst about trying to navigate fame and a relationship. harry has a foul mouth. but there’s a happy ending!

word count: 2.2k

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Harry was decidedly not in a good mood. 

It had been a late night. He’d had a few more drinks than he usually did. In his defence it was earned—he’d just released an album, it was soaring to great heights on iTunes charts all over the world and already receiving overwhelmingly positive reviews—so sue him if he indulged in some expensive champagne, a couple fancy cocktails, too many rounds of shots for him to remember clearly… It was a good night all around. 

The headache he has right now though, brought on by the sudden blare of his alarm (far earlier than he would have preferred), threatens to tarnish the memory. He even considers swearing off drinking forever so he’ll never suffer like this again. 

When he voices this intention to a dozing Y/N as he pulls a shirt on, his only feedback is a pillow-muffled, “You’re such an old man, H.”

He leans over the bed and kisses the small part of her forehead that’s exposed between the pillow and the blanket. “Come on, love. Time to get up.”

“You can get up. I don’t have a radio appearance to make.” She jerks the blanket up to cover her head entirely. “I’ll stay here, thank you very much.”

He manages to drag her downstairs with him anyway, with promises of making her coffee and a hot breakfast. In the kitchen she yawns and stretches, the over-sized sleep shirt opening like bat wings as she raises her arms above her head. He has to force his fond gaze away to concentrate on turning the coffee machine on and pulling eggs out of the fridge. 

“This is a really ungodly hour,” she comments, watching him rummage around in a cupboard for a frying pan. 

“No such thing as a good night’s sleep when you’re as successful as I am,” he tells her wisely. 

She doesn’t even indulge him with a laugh, which tells him exactly how tired she is. 

The coffee’s done quickly—Harry is so addicted to the stuff he could probably make it in his sleep with all the practise he’s had—and she grabs the cup from him with greedy fingers, closing her eyes and sipping as she’s perched up on the counter. 

Harry nearly lets out a moan when the caffeine hits his lips. It surely can’t work that quickly, but already he’s starting to feel alive again. He turns to the stovetop and cracks the eggs in the frypan with one hand, using his other hand to cling to his cup for dear life. 

His phone starts ringing and the sound pierces through his head. His manager’s name is displayed, which is a good thing because if it was anyone else calling right now Harry would probably be tempted to kill them, and even if no publicity is bad publicity, he’s not sure a murder charge would be good for his album sales. He slides his finger across the screen to answer it and tucks the phone between his cheek and shoulder while he adjusts the heat on the stove. 

“Hey, Jeff,” he says. 

Jeff laughs on the other end. “You sound fucked.”

“Big night,” Harry grumbles. “You don’t sound to pretty yourself.”

“All I’m saying is you better get yourself set in the next half hour, ‘cause a voice like that on the radio isn’t going to help you sell records.”

“I’m makin’ breakfast,” Harry retorts. “Got a coffee, I’ll be fine—oh, shit—fuck!” He’s mixed up his hands as he tried to flip the eggs, and poured coffee in the frypan. “Give me a second.”

He sets his coffee down on the counter and unsticks his phone from his cheek, turning it on speaker and placing it next to his cup. He stares at mess in the frypan and decides he’s going to have to try drain the liquid into the sink, without losing the eggs. He accepts this challenge with humility and grace, because he knows it’s his own stupid fault.

Y/N is cackling behind him. On any other day he might have been annoyed, but her laughter this morning just means that she’s in a better mood than earlier. He’d give anything to keep her happy, so if it takes fucking up their breakfast to have her smiling—so be it. 

“Okay,” Harry says to Jeff once he’s secured the situation. 

“Is everything okay over there?” Jeff’s voice is slightly tinny through the phone speaker, but his stress is evident in his tone. 

“Yeah, we’re just—“ he looks at the eggs, dyed brown by the coffee, and glances over his shoulder apologetically at Y/N. “We’re having caffeinated eggs. You’re on speaker. Y/N’s here too. Say hi, baby.”

“Hey, Jeff,” Y/N chirps. 

Jeff sighs. “Hi. Listen, it‘s probably good that you both hear this anyway. There are a couple of photos of the two of you from last night that are doing the rounds on Twitter this morning.”

Harry stiffens. “What?”

Here’s the thing: Harry and Y/N are definitely an item. It’s happened pretty quickly. They’ve been dating for a few months and now whenever they’re in the same city they’re practically living together. They’ve said “I love you” to each other often enough that its utterance isn’t a special occasion anymore. So, sure, they’re boyfriend-girlfriend, and if all goes to Harry’s plan, they’ll be more than that soon enough.

But in the meantime, she’s also his best-kept secret. There have been rumours, of course. They’ve been spotted having lunch together or going on walks. Anyone paying attention knows they’re good friends, but Harry has been careful not to let the other dimension of their relationship slip out into public yet. He conducts himself on public outings (secretly dates) like a Victorian gentleman, constantly vigilant that his affection never goes beyond what’s appropriate between friends. 

“They’re not bad,” Jeff says quickly. “It’s just pretty obvious what’s going on. I’ll send them to you, hang on.”

Y/N slides off the bench and comes to stand right behind Harry, leaning around him to stare at the phone. The minute of waiting for the photos to come through feels like forever. Y/N must sense his tension, because she puts her hands on his shoulders and squeezes. 

A notification pops up at the top of his screen: from Jeff, 8 images attached. He taps it quickly and frowns at the photos. 

They must have been taken as they were leaving the bar that the album release party was at. He notices Jeff and others also crowded on the pavement outside, lit by the orange glow of streetlights. The focus, however, is of course on Harry and Y/N, who were putting on something of a show for all their friends—and, apparently, the rest of the world. 

The first couple are okay. There Harry is, his arm slung around Y/N, clearly not sober as he bellows something up to the sky with a massive grin on his face and closed eyes. They were singing, he vaguely remembers, the karaoke they were doing inside the bar spilling over the rest of their night. Y/N is laughing at him, clapping her hands together.

Harry drags his finger up the screen to scroll to the next photos in Jeff’s chain. These ones start to reveal the two of them as much more than just friends. The arm around her dropped to her waist, pulling her into his body. And then he was bending his head down. And then he was kissing her. 

He scrolls down even further. 

In this one, he’s groping her ass in full view of the camera. 

“Harry, you lecher!” Y/N scolds, smacking his arm in good humour.

He just shakes his head, staring at the photo. “There’s no plausible deniability, is there?”

“There isn’t,” Jeff says over the phone. He laughs weakly. “You two put on a real show.” He must sense the panic that Harry’s feeling, because he adds, “Listen, Harry, I can blacklist questions about it if you want. Just tell me what you want to do.”

Harry looks at Y/N, chewing on his lip. He feels like a teenager again, out of control of his narrative and at the mercy of the media. He’s meticulously developed his skills of privacy for years, now, and one night of insobriety and bad luck undid it all. 

Jeff clears his throat. “The thing with blacklisting is that it might raise more questions. And even if you don’t talk about it, you’ve gotta remember that everyone else will be.”

“Yeah.” Harry runs a hand through his hair. “Look—“

Y/N puts her hand on his cheek, patting him. “Hey,” she says gently. “It’s okay.”

He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth and holds it in for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he says finally with a sigh. 

She scoffs. “You’re not the only one in these photos.”

He frowns. She doesn’t get that he’s apologising for more than just the photos. It’s the fact that they have to deal with this at all, that it’s such a big deal for them to simply act like a normal couple. It’s the fact that it’s him, and he is who he is. 

“H,” she presses further. “It’s up to you. Your decision. But I want you to know that I’m happy whichever way you choose.”

He searches her eyes for any hint of doubt. She didn’t manage to clean off all her make-up last night, and there’s a smear of glitter on her temple and dark smudges of mascara underneath her eyes. She looks tired, but she’s definitely serious about what she’s saying. 

“You get what it means to be public with me, though,” he says at last. He hesitates. “It’s… intense.”

She shrugs and gives him a cocky grin. “Nothing I can’t handle.” 

“I’m being serious.”

“I am too.” She’s holding his head in her hands, her fingers smoothing his unruly curls off his face. “It’s just a few photos. It isn’t everything.”

It isn’t everything. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then leans down to kiss her gently. It’s just an innocent peck, but the feel of her soft lips against his is enough to ground him.

Jeff clears his throat awkwardly. 

They break apart with embarrassed smiles. “Sorry,” Harry says, but he isn’t really.

“Yeah,” Jeff says, sounding uncomfortable. “You’re going to have to make a decision soon, because we’re really cutting it fine.”

Harry looks at Y/N, who nods. 

He turns back to the phone. “Don’t worry about it,” Harry says. “Let them ask the questions.”

“Yeah?” Jeff asks. “Okay then, that saves me a load of trouble. Good luck, man. Enjoy it.”

“Thanks,” Harry says, hanging up with a sharp tap on the screen. He turns around to Y/N with a grin on his face. “Where were we…”

Y/N giggles as he gathers her into his arms, pulling her in close for a kiss that no one else can see or hear, a kiss just for them. When she pulls back to breath, he peppers his lips all over her face until she’s squirming away—“Harry, that tickles!”

He lands one last kiss on her cheek before his gaze lands on the time display on the oven behind her, which tells him he has ten minutes before he needs to be on the Zoom call for the interview. 

She notices the sudden shift in his demeanour and glances behind her to see what caused it. She turns back around. “I’ll sit with you.”

He nods. “Yeah, okay, I’d like that.”

“It’s Harry Styles!” the presenter cries. 

“It’s me! Hello, hello,” he says, waving at the screen. The laptop is set on the coffee table and he’s sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees as he grins at the screen. “How are ya?”

“Oh, we’re wonderful,” the presenter replies. “More importantly, how are you? Looks like you had a big night last night, judging by these photos we’re seeing!”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Big night,” he echoes, dragging out the word. 

The presenter laughs. “Sounds like a great time. Well deserved after this masterpiece of an album. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like you’re quite close with somebody there. Would you explain what’s going on here, Harry?”

Harry peers at the photo displayed on his computer screen, even though he knows exactly what it will be. The one they chose is a sweet one, with Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck and kiss that he seems to be melting into. He can’t suppress his smile at that. “Oh, well,” he says. “That’s my friend Y/N.”

The presenter raises his eyebrows at that. “Good friend, is she?”

Harry glances up over the laptop to look at Y/N, sitting on the other couch, her cheeks pink and round from her smile. Harry surreptitiously reaches his arm towards her, out of frame, and she leans forward to hold his hand. 

“She is. She’s a lovely girl.” He squeezes her hand. “Yeah, we’re very good friends.”

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thank you so much for reading! this fic is based on a request from @kissmyaxe140 — i really intended this to be a shorter blurb of a few hundred words, but i’m incapable of brevity. apparently. this grew into a little monster but i rlly had fun writing it!! the title is a lyric from secret life by bleachers.

if you liked this fic, a reblog and/or any kind of feedback would be very much appreciated. my masterlist can be found here and you can send me messages here. have a gorgeous day!

[frodopotter7]

Vampire George Au

Hello my friends,

So I had this idea for a long time now and I would like to write a fanfic about it, but I would like to know if people are even interested in this.

The idea is that George Harrison is a fruit vampire.

Okay so what is a fruit vampire? It’s basically a vampire, but instead of blood they suck fruits, since George is vegetarian. Also their teeth get extra sharpie and long to suck the fruit and then get back to normal. Fruit vampires are like real vampires: Really strong, fast, no appearance in the mirror, not that much effected by the sun, but the sun can easily give them a sunburn, sharpie teeth, pale skin, hypnoses, turning into a bat and all that. But fruit vampires actually kill different then normal vampires. When they bite someone the firth time everything is fine. The bitten person just get into a trance and then wake up as if nothing happened(so like a moscato bite with a deep sleep), the second bite turns the person into a fruit vampire and the third kills.

But wait the others would notice all that right?: Nope. Fruit vampires only get their powers, when they don’t eat fruits. If they don’t eat fruits for a longer time they can turn in to mindless killer and need to drink actually peoples blood to get normal again, but after drinking blood their powers are much stronger(so like you can’t see them in a mirror and all these vampire ability’s).

The Story: So George was bitten by a fruit vampire, when he was only a little kid. He always controlled it, since it is easy to hide. Now the Beatles are in Hamburg and Ringo Starr had just joined them. George really likes Ringo and is really nice to him. Ringo is really shy in front of George, because Rory and the Hurricanes usually made more fun of him and saw him as a joke. All is groovy. But because of the stress in Hamburg they don’t find anytime to eat anymore. They don’t have money for any food and just get a little something everyday. While they about to record their firth album George nearly loses control. He notices that his body slowly changes more into a vampire and the only one who really notices anything is Rings, who tries to help, but George just gets aggressiv to easily. In the night then George loses control in sleep and on the next morning the Beatles hear about a dead man that was found near where they slept. The man has strange marks on his neck. George knew it was him and separates himself from the band. As Ringo tries to help, he finds out the truth and everything is getting too much for poor Georgie.

(That‘s my firth drawing to this. I know it‘s not how George looked in Hamburg, but I can‘t draw him that good in his teddy boy years)

Okay, that’s my plan. Who else likes this? Would you like to read a one-shot or two-shot of this? @bridgeoverstrawberryfields @doyouwantmetocomewithyou (also my art is of course not that amazing as yours) @bracketsbracketsbrackets I taked you all, because I love all your Beatles blogs and you all like Georgie. So I would like to have your opinion. You of course don’t have to, if you not want.

Have a good day

Peace and Love to you all✌️🌻♥️

And here is the direct way to the fanfic

[the-bau-quinjet]

And I confess, babe

Part 6 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Feelings are confessed... sort of.

Warnings: none 

Word count: ~2400

“There’s something I haven’t been completely honest about.” You blurted out taking a break from cleaning. It had been a few months since Halloween, and you and Spencer have hung out whenever possible, but never calling anything a date. You had both gotten pretty busy with the holidays, but still made time. He is basically your best friend, but you want more than that. You just aren’t sure he feels the same way. 

Spencer turned from where he was reading on the couch immediately mirroring the nervous expression he could see on your face. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything. That’s what friends are for.” Ugh, friends. This is so confusing. As he walked up to you, you thought you noticed a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but you brush it off. You need to focus.

You have never told any of your friends about this. It’s almost like you were living two lives and all the sudden you wanted them to merge. Well, really you just wanted an excuse to sing love songs to the man standing in front of you without completely freaking him out. “You know how much I love Taylor Swift, right?” You could see the confusion growing on his face 

“Um, yeah. That’s not exactly a secret…” he chuckles as he searches for the truth in your eyes. 

“Well, um... I kind of... well… it’s not really a big deal, but I… you see…”

 “Y/N, just tell me. I promise not to freak out.” He interrupted, the confusion evident on his face.

“Okay, just… I’m inaTaylorSwiftcoverband…” You blurt, the words rushing from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands. Of course, boy genius understood the mess of a sentence you just said, realization slowly dawning on him.

 “Y/N, why were you so nervous to tell me?” He sounded shocked. “You know I would support you no matter what. When’s your next show? I would love to go see you perform.” The sincerity in his voice made tears well up in your eyes. 

You rushed to hug him as you said “I don’t know why I was so nervous. I guess people can be really harsh when you are a Taylor Swift fan. Nobody takes you seriously, ya know? I started the band because her music made me better at conveying my emotions. It was actually a kind of therapy for me at first, but then I fell in love with performing. I actually wanted to tell you so I could invite you, and the rest of the team, to my next show. It’s Saturday night.”

 He ran his hands up and down your back before pulling away to look you in the eyes. “I will be there.” He said, matter-of-factly. 

“Yay!” You were practically jumping with joy that the conversation went well. It felt kind of stupid to be so worried over other people’s perception of your music interests, but you’ve always been self-conscious of being the “weird” girl. It made even the smallest decision so hard for you. “I want you to invite the rest of the team, but keep it a surprise. I haven’t told Penelope, and I’ve known her 2 years longer than you.” He laughed as you realized how comfortable you must have felt with Spencer to be inviting him and his friends to see you perform. Usually the only way you made it through was knowing there was nobody in the audience that would recognize you enough to make fun of you. But, it was time for a change. You have always been proud of your accomplishments, and the people you called your friends should be a part of that.

 “You should know there’s always a theme to the show. I like to tell a story with her songs, pulling from all the albums helps make it more cohesive.” You wanted him to be a little bit prepared for what you had planned. 

“What’s the story for this show?” Spencer asked, curiosity brewing in his mind. 

“Well Doc, I’m afraid that’s a secret. You’ll have to wait and see.” Spencer kept pestering you to find out the theme, but you refused to tell him. Finally, he returned to reading as you cleaned the rest of your apartment.

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 Saturday came much faster than you were expecting. The nerves you felt kept growing as you tried to finalize the set list you would be performing in just a few hours. The stories you usually tell don’t normally rely so heavily on your own life experiences. But, that’s why you fell in love with Taylor’s music in the first place. The songs are so relatable. It’s incredible how well she can convey emotions and stories with her lyrics. Plus, this is your chance to tell Spencer how you feel without having too much pressure. If he doesn’t say anything about the obvious theme, you could just pretend you made up the story for the audience. It would be fine. No pressure at all.

 The hours until your show drifted away as you got ready and arrived at the venue. You were actually playing in an auditorium instead of a bar for the first time in a few months. The night had been heavily marketed for couples since Valentine’s day is next week, but you knew your friends would all be there to support you. Going over the set list with the band, they knew exactly what mood you were going for. It was clear there were three sections to the night: 1) the break up, drawing heavily on your experience with Drew, 2) moving on from the failed relationship as you form a new crush, possibly on an incredibly hot doctor, and 3) where you wanted this new relationship to go. That storyline is what made the marketing so good. Couples could come and just be in love, relating the music to their own lives. Plus, people were itching for something to do since no real artists were touring in DC right now.

 You glance out at the audience as the lights flicker, indicating only a few minutes until show time. You find Spencer and the rest of the crew, barring Hotch and Rossi, easily as you put them in the front row. You wanted to be able to see their faces, or completely look over their heads. It all depends on the expression of the one and only Spencer Reid.

 “Hello, and welcome to the show!” You try to hide the nerves. You’ve done this plenty of times, but knowing who is in the audience is taking a toll. “In case you didn’t know, with every show I do, I try to tell a story. Usually, it is based on a movie or a book, but today I am trying something a little bit new. No book, no movie, just a story. It’s got three parts to it. Part one sucks.” You laugh along with the audience. “It’s about a breakup and learning to move on. So let’s get started!”

 You immediately jump into the first song Babe. Technically it features Taylor Swift, but she wrote it so it counts. Plus, it is the perfect song to describe your feelings to finding Drew cheating on you, and she did write it.

 This is the last time I’ll ever call you Babe.

 “Now, I know how hard it can be to get over someone who you’ve been with a long time. Especially when combined with the pain of them cheating on you. This next song describes that mentality of recognizing that someone won’t change because you want them to. Sometimes, the best thing to do is cry and scream and move on.” The instrumental to You’re Not Sorry begins to play as you calm you’re nerves.

 This is the last straw. Don’t wanna hurt anymore. And you can tell me that you’re sorry, but I don’t believe you baby like I did before. You’re not sorry. No, no, no no.

 “I know, I know. No more sad songs! After you break up with someone, it can be pretty hard to not miss what you had. But eventually, you’ll get to a point where when they call you in the middle of the night, all you have to say is We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. Like ever.”

 You make it through the next song without a hitch. The crowd is clearly enjoying the show, which is actually helping with your nerves. You’ve glanced at your friends a few times, but nothing that lingers. You’re not quite mentally prepared to look at Spencer yet.

 “With every breakup, there is some amount of time afterward where you can’t help but think about them. No matter how badly it ended, there is at least a day. It could slowly fade out or it could just disappear one day, like magic. Either way, this song is how I personally feel once that window of time ends.”

 I forgot that you existed. It isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it‘s just indifference.

 This song really helped turn the mood around. Everybody is dancing and singing, clearly enjoying themselves. As the song ends, your nerves return a bit. This is the scary part.

 “And with that, we move on to part 2! As the saying goes, the best way to get over him is to get under someone else. Well, that’s not exactly where this is going, but it follows the same general logic.” The instrumental to Enchanted has already started as you finish the intro “Meeting someone who helps take your mind off the bad by making new memories.”

 All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you. This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go. I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.

 This is the first song you are singing directly to Spencer, even if you can’t even look at him. You glance at every other member of the BAU, but you just can’t bring yourself to admit it to him. Not yet.

 Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

 You can feel the sting in your throat that comes from thinking of Spencer being with someone else, finally making you look at him. He seems happy. He’s not dancing as much as everyone else, but he is swaying. You count it as a win.

 “Now, I’m not saying the only way to get over a breakup is a new relationship. Sometimes, you just need a friend.” You clear your throat to go right into the next song.

 Wanna hang out? Yeah, sounds like fun. Video games, you pass me a note. Sleeping in tents. It’s nice to have a friend.

 This is where it’s supposed to be obvious who you are singing to. None of your newly formed friends really know the extent of your relationship with Spencer. But, you’ve convinced him to try a lot of new things. It started small, with hiking, but eventually you got him to agree to a short camping trip over a long weekend. It was freezing since it was November, but you just cuddled together around the fire. That is what makes this so nerve wracking. You are terrified of messing up your friendship.

 “Friends are the best resource post breakup. They always know how to put a smile on my face, no matter what I’m upset about. You could go so far as to say I’m Only Me When I’m With You.” You laugh at the corny joke, knowing that’s the next song you’re singing. “To be completely honest, this is kind of a story of the past few months of my life. I had a pretty bad breakup, but I met some new friends who really helped me through it. It’s nice to be completely honest about yourself with someone else.”

 I don’t try to hide my tears, my secrets, or my deepest fears. And through it all, nobody gets me like you do.

 “Now, we move onto the third and final part of the show. We’ve covered the past and the present, so all that’s left is the future! The future is unknown, which is kinda of scary when you think about it. So, it can really help to have someone who makes you feel Fearless.” So many lyrics make you want to stare at Spencer.

 I wanna ask you dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot.

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Run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.

-

And I don’t know why, but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

-

You’ve decided against looking at Spencer and the rest of the profilers. If you make eye contact you know they would 100% be able to see right through you. Just two more songs to get through. You don’t even pause to talk before the next song is playing.

 Cause all I know is you said, “Hello” and your eyes look like coming home.

 You’ve spent so long thinking about Spencer and his perfect freaking eyes that you subconsciously glance at him right then. The second you realize, you look away again, missing the look of complete adoration on his face.

 And meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind.

 “Alrighty folks, I’ve got one more song for you. You probably could’ve guessed it by now, part 3 is about a future relationship, one I’m not currently in. But that’s the thing about the future, you never really know what it holds.” This is where shit goes a little bit sideways. You didn’t plan on changing the lyrics. Most of the profilers seem to miss it, not recognizing that you switched one very crucial word in the song. The one profiler that notices the mistake has spent the last four months listening to every Taylor Swift song ever written because he’s spent so much time with you, and you are always listening to something.

 Dark jeans and your converse, look at you. Oh damn, never seen that color blue.

 Oh damn is right. You somehow manage to make it through the rest of the song, but now Spencer knows you were singing to him. You can’t decide if you’re glad it’s out there or if you are going to puke the second you run off stage.

 “Delicate is about the beginnings of a romance. It’s that point where you are scared any sudden movements will shatter everything you’ve built so far.” You take one final deep breathe. “It’s about admitting your feelings because you can’t move forward without taking the next step. That’s what the future is all about. Thank you all for coming, goodnight!” And with that, you left.

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Leo’s 20th Birthday

Sooo It’s already the baby’s birthday here and I dont want to wait, so let the fluff begin!

Happy birthday, Leo! ☀️💛 Nutter butter baby! He will always be the baby, but technically he’s not even a teen anymore. Anyway. I hope you enjoy.

Birthday-boy and boyfriends by the incredible @lumosinlove

Idea from @noctualilith thank you

Yes, I am excited about a fictional characters birthday. Everyone that knows this ray of sunshine would fall in love. 

CW: there is a bit of food mentioned

When Leo was 13, he celebrated his birthday with all of his best friends. Eloise made him a lemoncake and Wyatt took them out on the boat to go swimming. It was the last birthday, where he felt completely free in his actions.

When Leo was 14, he got his first crush. The first one he realised was a crush at least. He told no one. He was too afraid, not even of the teesing. He was afraid, because it was a boy. His friend to be exact. His birthday party was fun for him, he didnt know about the other guests. He focused on his friend. He wanted to spend the whole party with him. And they were friends, he could. So he did and he had fun.

When Leo was 16, he decided to tell his friend. Since they spent so much time together, his crush never really faded, so after two years he just decided fuck it. If it went horribly wrong, he didn‘t care anymore. He needed this out of his system. So Leo told him. His friend didn‘t feel the same, but he didn‘t seem to mind about Leo. He did tell him however, that it should rather be kept a secret, because if the others found out, he might even be thrown off the team. This was what terrified him. Before, he was scared of maybe loosing his friends, now he was scared of loosing everything. He‘d worked so hard for being where he was. He had a chance of playing in the NHL, if he kept it up, at least that‘s what his coach was telling him. So he decided to hide it.

When Leo was 17, he told his family. Leo gathered all his courage and told them at a family lunch. They had the best reaction he could have wished for, really, but he had lived to long thinking it‘s a bad thing, so he assumed they were just being nice parents. When they made him a bracelet however, he knew they hadn‘t lied. They wouldn‘t have thought about giving him this gift, if they had been disapointed in their son. They showed him, they were proud. He knew now, whatever happend, he would have his family standing behind him, supporting him. He could at least be open about his feelings, where it mattered the most, home. He could let himself go, gush about that cute boy he saw in the coffee shop and feel excepted everytime his father mentioned Leo at his age, settled down with his maybe-husband by then, possibly with children, running around in their backyard.

When Leo was 18, he got drafted into the NHL. His dream came true. All the sacrifices he had made to get there, were finally worth it, because he could turn his passion into his career. All the boys, he had forced himself not to look at for too long, so people wouldn‘t even question him. All the girls he had pretended to be interested in, those moments were worth it. He felt amazing. He achieved what he had worked for, but now he was facing a new problem. Even though Leo was a gay teenager, the naked guys walking around weren‘t actually a problem for him. Well, not all of them. Of course, the world was against him and chose two incredibly attractive people, who he couldn‘t even look at too long, nevermind kiss or date, to go with his NHL-goalie-gryffindor-dream package. He had to prove everyday how much he wanted to play hockey and how much he was willing to sacrifice.

Before Leo turned 19, he was hiding. He lived a dream, that slowly broke his heart. He was playing professinal hockey and loved it everyday, but he was also pretending everday, that he didn‘t want. So he hid it, because hockey was his dream and now was the time for hockey. He could probably still find a nice boyfriend at 40 years old, if they even kept him that long. For now he planned on staying focused on his career.

But before Leo turned 19, he also decided to just throw those plans out the window and kiss Finn. He hadn‘t planned it- not to say he didn‘t want to do it- it just shouldn‘t have happen, but it did. The second their lips touched though, he forgot why he shouldn‘t have done it. How could this not be right, when Finn and Leo both wanted it so much.

For a moment, at the airport he was reminded, why it was wrong. Why he couldn‘t risk it now. But then he thought about it. Thought about how much happier Sirius had been, how even a NHL player could have, what Leo wanted. And so he tried his best to get it.

And he did.

His 20th birthday was a wednesday.

Leo‘s eyes opened in one go and his feet jerked up.

„Logan!“, he groaned sleepily. The brunet had bellyflopped onto him, shaking him awake in an instant.

„Leo, Baby, Peanut, Nutty, Butty!“, Logans face looked like he had surprised himself with the last name, „That‘s a new one, but it works“, repositioning himself better on his boyfriends chest, hands supporting his head, he smiled dopely up at Leo.

Leo let his eyes slip closed for another second, Logans weight grounding him and his warmth surrounding him. It was too early. They had practice and he knew that, but it seemed earlier than usual. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at their alarm clock.

„Logan!“, he groaned again, as he saw, that they were awake an hour too early.

Logan shifted, having layed down his head on Leo‘s chest, he tilted his head up to look at the blond.  „As much as I love that my name is the only thing on your mind right now, a, Finn must be getting jealous and b, we did actually have a reason to wake you earlier.“ Then Logan leaned up and started trailing lingering kisses up his boyfriends neck over his jaw, finally reaching his mouth.

Leo happily complied and kissed him slowly. They broke apart to soon in Leo‘s opinion, but it was all worth it to just see as Finn came in through the door, still only dressed in his underwear. He was carrying a small box, wrapped in newspaper and a bright yellow bow tied around it. He sat down on the end of the bed and Logan moved off of Leo and next to the red head. They looked at him expectantly. He sat up slowly.

„Happy Birthday, Baby!“, both Logan and Finn more or less shouted as soon as Leo looked at them.  He was a bit overwhelmed, but then remembered. Today was his birthday. He hadn‘t really celebrated it for a few years, he didn‘t even know why. This however, warmed his heart. Both the boys he loved so much, beaming at him from the end of the bed.

„You know how hard it is to keep up a normal conversation with you, before saying that? I promised this one though“, he shoved Finn playfully, „that I would wait for him to finish everything. But I had to wake you! It‘s your birthday! Happy birthday, Peanut!“

Leo wasn‘t even sure if Logan had taken a breath in between his rambling but he smiled softly at them. Felling their love warming him, even through the distance between them.

„You already said that.“, Leo commented, but smiled, „Thank you both so much. Come here.“

They both more or less jumped at him, Leo recieving the best cuddles and a few more whispered ‚happy birthday“s from Logan and Finn, until they were all wrapped around each other, Leo in the middle. It felt nice to be in the middle for once. He held Logan securely in his arms, slowly stroking a hand over his side, Finn wrapped up around him, making him feel warm and protected. He liked being the big spoon and having Logan in the middle, but he could see himself sneaking in the middle every once i a while.

„We can still sleep for a bit.“, he heard Finn say from behind him. He had gotten the blankets over them again and was already burrying his nose in between Leo‘s shoulder blades. „Sorry for waking you this early, Nutty. We had to prepare things.“, Finn stopped for a second, like waiting for Leo‘s reaction, but then continued, „and we just couldn‘t wait to cuddle you.“

Leo made a soft noise, his hand combing through Logans hair, who was already back to sleep, really more like you expected from an excited baby, rather than a professinal hockey player. It was only then, Leo thought about what Finn had said. Under normal circumstances Leo might have sat up upruptly and ran to the kitchen, to the inevitable mess that must be there.

„Whatever it is you did-“, Leo started, but then thought again.

He was surrounded by love, on his birthday. The love he had always desired to have, espcially on his that day. All the fun events couples in movies had planned for each other to make their birthdays special, he had always wished for that. He had always thought, he could never have that, but now he did. He had it doubled.

Snuggling back further into Finns chest he repeated, already drifting back to sleep, „Whatever it is you did, thank you.“