#it's just such a touchy subject for me i always get very emotional when i think or reflect on what i mean to others....?

[noxtivagus]

I'M SO SLEEPY HFLKDJA

[bulldagger-bait]

Will never forget being a kid and telling someone i was south african only to have them ask:

"Did you have clothes in africa?"

"Had you ever had a bath before coming to Australia?"

"Did you live in a house with walls and bricks?"

Like. Yeah, I guess we were 8... But also i feel like a lot of people's understanding of "Africa" has never really progressed past that point.

[celestialprincesse]

HIIIIIII!!

I was thinking reader whos always very emotional (basically a crybaby) and simon who hasnt cried since a LONG ASS time

Cuz im a very emotional person and im like crying at every chance i get and then i have a friend who hasnt cried since 5th grade pls hes an unfeeling fuck who says i could fill a tank with those tears he somehow reminds me of simon i cried like an hour ago and he just told me to stfu😭;-;

Hey baby!💕 Controversial opinion, but I lowkey think that Simon is a sucker for a good cry, he just doesn't often engage with things that make him overly emotional. I think he's definitely a little awkward about it, especially having spent much of his life in an environment where being overly emotional isn't always looked upon fondly, but he's not ashamed of it. If anything, I think he's almost proud? Like he's secure enough in himself to get a little weepy when he watches movies with dogs dying in them or when his partner tells him that they're pregnant. He's not like a big cryer by any means, no wailing sobs and snotty noses for him. He's definitely just the type to get teary, but he's not ashamed! Nuh uh!

When they hand him a pregnancy test, he freaks the fuck out at first, and his partner is already welling up, pregnancy hormones and just general lack of a dam to stop the waterworks leaving them pretty much perpetually emotional, be the tears from stress or joy or anger. They're pretty much always crying. Simon makes sure to buy a box of tissues every time he runs to the grocery store. He doesn't even realise he's crying until he sees the look of panic on their already flushed face, and he can't help but let out a little choked sob as they come and wrap him up in their arms, his hand resting inadvertently on the nonexistent swell of their tummy, where his child is growing. His baby. Their baby.

Obviously his partner is torn halfway between shitting themself and being utterly elated. They know that parenthood is a touchy subject for him given his past, and his current career, and they understand that having a baby is a terrifying thought for him. Simon has done happy tears, tears of grief and tears of anger. Tears of happiness though? Feeling so beyond content that he cries? That's a new milestone.

[bbnibini]

Random Cocytus Hall Headcanons

Mornings start late. Breakfast is lunch, lunch is dinner and dinner are some random snacks in the middle of the night–small and bite-sized, especially made for one particular sorcerer who has a tendency to forget his meals once he’s deep in his research.

Solomon gained a habit of eating anything that’s put in front of him, your pen? Gone. MC? Why is the steak crunchy? Man’s literally pavloved to do this because he wouldn’t eat otherwise. (Thanks, OG!Timeline, Simeon.)

Your weekends are spent scouring for magical items that will be considered rare in the original timeline/future. An "investment" if you will.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” “Am I also a worm, MC?” “No????” “Can I be one too? 🥺👉👈” (He doesn’t want you to be alone)

“Pretending” to be a couple to get couple’s discounts in everything. Purposely making a scene in public for clout. (Fake proposals, wholesome pranks and polite catcalling). You both like the chaos. Responsibly (because Barbatos is watching). Sometimes, Asmo joins in too!

Every day is a marathon to outrun Solomon to the kitchen. It’s rather unfortunate that most of the time when it’s his turn to do the cooking, something goes wrong and you have to eat out. Not like he minds (a date is a date<3).

This is you everytime you try to wake Solomon in the morning. (He’s a notorious night owl and also a light sleeper, so he made some precautions to get a good rest by casting several layers of sound blocking spells that activate once his brain waves fall into a specific frequency range. And yes. You have to disarm them One.By.One. Every.Morning.) As much as you want him to sleep longer, unfortunately, RAD doesn’t have night class. :’( (What is even “night” in Devildom if it’s always dark? Don’t mind me having an existential crisis over a fictional realm lmao)

Solomon isn’t the type of person who voices out his grievances. He’s the type who endures and always tries to act “maturely”, especially in situations he considers unfair. (Please protect this man. He doesn’t know a thing about receiving compassion nor affection. It’s a very touchy subject to him; he would rather give and get nothing in return. Because that's what always happens. Kindness makes him vulnerable and being vulnerable scares him. )Why would he make his dearest apprentice worry? You are a person meant to be loved(unlike him), and he is painfully aware how he would have to share your attention with everyone else. What you might not know is how much he beats himself up over feeling “petty emotions”. Jealousy? Loneliness? A few swigs of liquid courage would make him forget, even just for the night. He is Solomon the Wise, not Solomon the Fool.

Is the type who answers you in person every time you try to text him in Decommunication:

You Hey, do we still have some bread? seen 1 hour ago

Then when you got tired waiting for him to text back he just: *Teleports behind you* “I bought some now! Did we forget anything else?”“SOLOMON I AM LITERALLY IN THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW! HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WHY CAN’T YOU ANSWER MY TEXTS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!”“But…what about the bread? :( I got it for you.” "GET. OUT." "Do you need toilet pap-" "GET OUT!!!"

Contrary to Solomon’s defeatist beliefs, you crave his presence as much as he does. The little traces of him in Cocytus hall that lingers there even in his absence brings you so much comfort and reassurance. He is the first person you turn to in difficult times. “If Solomon is here, everything will be okay.” is a mantra you like muttering to yourself when you are especially troubled. Perhaps if a certain, depressed and inebriated soul would come to hear it, his own heart’s worries would finally be silenced.

WE GET IT! YOU’RE MARRIED!!  <; —----- everyone when you talk about each other

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[ginevrapng]

Hiii<3 im sorry, can you write something about george? I dont know, something sweet? I feel like he is like that, and i miss him so much and i love your writing so i kinda wanted to ask for that, it is totally okay if you dont do it!! Just want to say i love your writings<3 they made me feel like im living your stories, its just soo good<3 oh and sorry for my english it's not my first language

hi<33 hopefully you like this! i decided to write a sweet best friend to lovers with george. i love him so much and i feel like this trope fits him really well. {contains slight angst but blink and you'll miss it

i'm really glad you like my writing, i love to hear that it! your english is really good by the way<3

george weasley is your best friend. you met at hogwarts in your second year and by your fifth year your feelings for your best friend were less than platonic. it's frustrating being in love with your best friend, you know it's wrong and he doesn't think of you that way but at the same time you don't really blame yourself george is amazing and it's no wonder you fell for him.

george loves you and it's so obvious to everyone, at least everyone that isn't you. george is sweet and kind but with you he takes it to another level yet you're so oblivious. he's your best friend of course he's going to be more touchy with you, right?

george always pulls you towards when you're walking down corridors together, he puts his arms around you and brings you to his side when you're sitting next to each other but in your eyes it's just george being comfortable around you. he even kisses you cheek and forehead and you brush it off. george is incredibly tender with you, holding your hand gently and complimenting you everyday. "you look very pretty today love" and "another o? you're so clever sweetheart." you think those affectionate nicknames are just between best friends though, you do call him georgie when the only other person who does so is fred.

he spends his spare time with you and makes time for you between pranking. george loves it when you help him with his pranks by giving him ideas, he knows you typically try to stay away from getting properly involved worried that you'll get into trouble but he loves when you praise him about how brilliant his pranks are and how creative he is. george always makes sure that fred doesn't prank you, the last time fred pranked you was in their third year and george was pissed off, not wanting to talk to him for days. it was a harmless prank but he didn't want you to be the target of their pranks.

george comforts you whenever you need it, sometimes you can get emotional and he'll be your support. if classes are getting you down he'll be there next to you, holding you in his arms after class while you lay on his bed while he tells you about how rubbish the teacher is and how stupid the subject is, "don't let it get you down sweetheart, so what if you got a d in astronomy? sinistra is just terrible, she's even worse than snape." you knew he didn't think that but it still brought you comfort.

if someone says something mean to you they'll suffer with some harsher prank. when he overheard zacharias smith talk bad about you he made him pay the next quidditch match the gryffindors had with hufflepuffs, george focuses more on aiming any bludgers towards smith than any other hufflepuff.

george knew you'd always be friends, no matter how many hints he gave, you'd only see him as your best friend. sometimes he thinks he has a shot when he swears he sees you look at him the way he looks at you but he dismisses it. he's happy to be your best friend and he hopes that however you end up will treat you well, just as long as you don't end up liking... "i can't help it, i know i should be trying to get over him but i love him so much." he hears your voice. "he's just perfect, he's so sweet and always looks after me. he's so good at quidditch and he's so popular... i know i don't have a chance. his red hair is so hot and i lay in bed at night thinking about his lips." george hears the laughter of your friends and his heart breaks.

you deserve to be happy, you do, but the one person he wishes you didn't fall for was his twin. george feels like everyone prefers fred, george has felt second best all his life and at the end of the day george is insecure and you're one of the only person who knows this. he goes to leave not wanting to hear anything else you have to say. "he's my best friend." george immediately stops, "i mean it's george bloody weasley. he's amazing and i'm just me." george grins and he's so glad he took his time walking away before you carried on speaking.

at dinner that night he comes up to you and whispers in your ear, "come to the room of the requirement later love." you nod your head and later on you're worried that you'll get caught out of your common room after hours but you trust george and you'll risk getting into trouble if it meant spending time with him. when you arrive to the room of requirements you're shocked by the display. george has set up a midnight feast with hot chocolate for you both to warm you up, a blazing fire, a big comfy sofa and big bed. basically a big room where you can relax for the night with george. "this is amazing georgie."

george's heart is beating incredibly fast as goes to stand next to you. "i'm so glad you think so." you see pink dusting his cheeks and wonder if the room is too warm for him. he gently picks up your hand and places it on his chest where you can feel his racing heartbeat. your eyes widen as you get worried but before you can ask him if he's okay he starts speaking. he cups your cheek in his his hand, "i love you," he presses a soft kiss on your lips causing you to gasp at his confession.

[vnyverse]

can i request for newjeans x reader when their s/o is smart, has a cute eyesmile with dimples, a hopeless romantic, probably a nerdy partner whose very mature? thank you!

a/n: not writing for my kiddo hyein! might add platonic hyein on a later date

Anon.. are u insinuating you’re all of the above? Dimples? Cute eyesmile? Nerdy? Smart? You’re mighty fine.

Minji

Have you seen how she reacts when Hanni initiates skinship with her? Not the most touchy person, me thinks, but would love to hold you close regardless, preferably looping your hands around each others’ when reading or in the car ( because she wants to appear calm and collected, she would not be able to concentrate if u pull out surprise kisses)

Quick reflexes- the sort that catches you when you fall, catches your phone mid air when it falls, puts a hand around sharp corners of furniture you’re around

Would totally handle a dramatic or even awkward s/o well, have you seen the girls she lives with…

Would find you endearing if you’re too shy to make the first move, and would totally entertain you if you turn out to be very expressive

Eye Smile(s) on 3..2..1..

Both minji and your smiles would emanate so much light, she thinks your eye smile is very endearing, would probably take a polaroid to keep the memory fresh and lovely for when she needs it

Would be so excited she has her own set of dimples to poke-(not on her face but yours), would be such a curious girl, always wanting to touch it or would very unlike herself, doing something dumb to make you smile and show your dimples to her

I actually think minji has a jealous streak.. If she sees you, albeit jokingly, acting out romantic tv lines with another member, she’d not want to show her jealousy, but it wouldn’t take long for you to find out 

She appreciates emotional maturity, intellectual depth

In essence, she’s appreciative of how you take care of her when she is willing to be vulnerable around you

You know when she wants to talk, you’re mature enough to listen to whatever she has to talk about without laughing, she would genuinely want to just get it over and done with when talking about what upsets her, would not want to ruminate on negative thoughts

I would think intellectually stimulating conversations about whatever subject matter would be something she genuinely values 

She likes when you can hold your ground, support your argument by reasoning well, that you aren’t easily influenced by groundless assumptions. 

She’d love to have these conversations with her members as well, but I think with how hard she can be on herself it may lead to the result of her members overthinking, so she turns to you. 

Academic rivals turned friends could very well be possible here with how competitive she is..

May have expounded more on intellect because that’s what I like as well hehe

Hanni 

The dynamic I see would totes be failing student x top student here 

I see her as not a dumb student, but one that procrastinates a lot and flips through a page or two of her books before the exam

Doing revision with her while you focus on grading her work and she focuses on the dimples that show even when you frown, giggles

The sort to get you kicked out of the library on accident 

She would be so proud of you when grade rankings are made public to the entire school and you always place number one

“MY Y/N GOT FIRST PLACE AGAIN”

Would tell everyone and their mama about it

Will melt when she sees you, a student from another discipline, taking up extra classes or doing research to be able to coach her on a paper to save her grade.

Grateful towards you that you give in to her requests and shelter her even if you know you don’t have to, even if you’re happy to

Getting her snacks, giving her your sweaters even when you’re cold, pretending you’re not affected by the a/c blasting cold air onto you during study dates

Probably has you geeking out over something as her chat wallpaper unbeknownst to you 

Random, but asks you to hold 423 things for her because she loses her things easily, yet you know where every single item is

Hopeless romantic x hopeless romantic, thing one and thing two

Ice cream dates

You’d suggest a cafe and ask her come along to try out a new flavour, she’d probably eat so messily yet not bring along tissues and you’d have to use a handkerchief to wipe off the ice cream that found it way to her cheek, while she looks at you with those eyes 

Likes your eye smile so much, if it’s not only reserved for her she might lowkey pretend to be upset about it 

HATES IT when she sees you outright being taken advantage of.

You being you take it to the next level by writing notes for other students in class to aid their understanding yet they don’t take you seriously and continue asking for your help at times, being very confusing 

You’d have to hold her back from beating up every single one of them, and she would be so angry on your behalf yet cherish you even more because of how unconditionally kind you are

Use your big brain to your advantage, engage with her when she rambles on about what she overthinks about, yet guide her to focus her energy on self improvement rather than self blame, if any

Danielle

Sunshine and sunshine protector, nothing else

Miss Danielle loves listening and sharing her little observations, so her partner having so much knowledge would be so attractive, she knows she can rely on you if she wants to find out more about her topic of interest.

Hear me out here…

She would probably make a powerpoint about your subject of interest on special days, and try to learn about what you like, but get a fact or two wrong but you’d be so encouraged by her efforts. 

Being brought up to be very loving, Dani would be comfortable expressing her cheeky side with you.. Ever seen her as a kid? Lowkey chaotic

So it's no surprise if she knits you something, you wear it for important events, even if it sounds cringe, for competitions and all that.

Theatre kid Dani will not let you be a hopeless romantic on your own, you have my word

I would think she know how to ground herself, enjoy alone time, but when she misses you or wants you around she lets you know upfront, very communicative 

She may be young and has lots to learn, but she’s very humble and earnest in wanting to grow with you

She wouldn’t be afraid of communicating across her anxieties with growing up, hate, or even when there are disputes within the members, partly because she knows you can be trusted, and you always manage to comfort her

Nothing but continual praises for your dimples on Phoning, will probably ask you to show her your dimples 4323 times a day, has a picture of you everyday with an eye smile, so many she could probably make a calendar out of it, but you’d do anything she asks

Will turn into a ball of mush if you make sudden eye contact with her and show that glorious eye smile of yours

Haerin

Quiet kid haerin x nerd that is so cute cmon

She would probably be dozing off in class, and when she gets called to answer a question she freezes

You jump to her rescue by pointing out that there’s a flaw in the question and sit down immediately

Her eyes become glued to you for the rest of the day, while you tell yourself you must be dreaming when you feel a pair of feline eyes on you 

“Cute” she thinks when she sees your eye smile after seeing a big red 100 on your script, not knowing she says it out loud, she wonders why you’re turning so red and is currently using your script to cover your face. 

Excuse me as I digress but…

VANESSA KANG x nerd (hmmm stuco treasurer and stuco secretary in an elite school)

I pulled this out my ass but might end up writing a whole fic for it

Only started talking because they are the admin backbones of stuco, and eventually it blooms into a r/s

Your positions were always thought to be background work, but in reality you have to plan so much and bear the brunt of the teachers’ wrath when something unexpected happens and the school’s reputation is at stake

Many many breakdowns and restless nights ensued, and late night calls between the two of you to plan out school events took place

Though you two were not the most sociable, your eye smile was pretty lethal, and she fell for it as well

She may or may not have given in to her intrusive thoughts one day, and reached out to poke your cheek because she though it looked so soft it’d feel like bread dough

You found it utterly adorable, and her little actions always seemed to be so subtle yet eye catching to you

You could live with not watching hunks play basketball during recess but you couldn’t miss haerin’s escapades to the nearby park during break, in fact, you’d probably accompany her

Tying her laces, afraid she falls

Letting her doodle all over your notes and joining her with coming up with ridiculous names for the doodles

The sort of couple that will name a cat dog and a dog cat.

I honestly think that haerin has her own way of feeling out whether or not someone is a good match for her, and that is how they can manage to be on the same linguistic wavelength; how they can reciprocate with her energy and how spontaneous they can become. Hence, I didnt really focus on physical traits so much with haerin, and I think the same goes with Danielle.

[telleroftime]

Brainrot time. And you are the victim who has to listen.

Bowser is a very touchy man. Extremely so.

He'll show all the love he can through physical touches whether he's hugging his partner, cuddling, kissing, petting their head, hell even simply holding onto their arm makes him happy.

Wants to hold them constantly but that's not always an option and it's apparent on his face that he's not happy. Everyone can tell when he's been unable to touch his partner for too long.

"The kings agitated, is it something I've said?" The soldiers would ask Kamek with worry only for him to shake his head and mutter something about how you had to leave the castle on business into town.

They don't have to ask anything more.

He tries to touch his partner at all times which is why they so often find themself sitting in his lap or being cradled in his arm. In public too. He doesnt care who sees. You're his partner, it's his castle, he'll do as he pleases. His partner being okay with all of it ensures him they feels safe.

Aww just imagine if his partner notices the agitation. They wouldn't want to bring it up incase it'd make Bowser feel insecure - not like it would (it totally would, it'd at least make him pout) though I feel Bowser would think he's hiding the emotions very well and having them pointed out would make him stutter - so instead they could try to comfort him.

Obviously, them comforting him would be more of a "what a coincidence" type of thing instead of an evident way of comforting him about it. They'd return and would simply let themself be smothered by him. Bowser wants to nuzzle into them? They won't say no. Bowser wants to spend hours cuddling? Oh wow, they wanted that too. Bowser wants them on his lap as he looks over papers? Better get comfy.

Plus it'd give them the opportunity to catch up with their missed touches too. Simply peppering Bowser's snout with kisses, or gently caressing his arm as he holds them. He'd love it. They'd be so soft with one another, though with how needy Bowser is, even if he tries to be gentle there'd still be some force behind him. He missed them and he'll be damned if he doesn't prove it.

When Bowser's partner is there in the castle and they're not doing anything, as in they're not dealing with their royal duties or they're not looking after the kids, Bowser will take them everywhere. Especially if his partner had just returned from an outing.

He could be in the middle of a meeting with his army's generals and he'd bring them in just so that they can sit on his lap. Bowser would act as if nothing is different but the generals' behaviours would be visibly changed. They'd do their best to not look at them and continue with the meeting, but they'd all stare and glance at one another whenever Bowser would get distracted with his lover.

He'd mutter quietly, "are ya comfortable?" or would just throw random compliments at them to simply watch their reaction.

And, every time Bowser would lean over to inspect maps or state his points, he cradle them with such delicate care. Just imagine him running his thumb on their back, or gently shuffling them to ensure he wouldn't squish them. And then when he'd lean back his entire attention would be redirected to them.

In the long run, if Bowser's partner has to leave somewhere and they know so in advance, maybe because they need to go on a political trip as the Koopa Kingdom's ambassador, they could make Bowser a little something to ease his mind as they're gone. Like a little charm that he can keep on him to remind himself that they will be back. Something to keep him from snapping at his subjects just because he misses their touch.

He could be sitting on his throne, listening to someone address him. He wouldn't really be paying much attention, instead this behemoth of a koopa would be slouching, fiddling with a plushie you made for him.

Took me a little bit longer to respond to this one because I couldn't come up with a good response a few hours ago. Now it's nearly 2:30am and all I can think of is Bowser.

[chocotonez]

jake sim w/ an aloof girlfriend

a/n: to clarify the request was for “tsundere” but I’m very sorry as English is not my first language and it was not translating well becuz there were just so much content ?? ANYWAYANHWAH!! thanks to the one who requested such a scenario ❤️

cw/genre: swearing, babying of reader, jake being a flirt n tease, reader referred to with she/her pronouns and as “girlfriend,” fluff, and lmk if anything else should be tagged! (not proofread and wrote on phone while watching John Wick)

-he finds you so adorable it’s insane

-he understands your aggressive-awkwardness and accommodates to it (helping you get out of unwanted situations, making sure not to push any touchy subjects), but he can’t help it

-the way you pout and hide, or the way your eyes widen because of his flirty remarks, so cute!!

-he couldn’t help it he just wanted to kiss u all over ur pretty face <3

-hates when people call you “bitchy”, points out double standard bullshit where if you were a guy ur personality would seem desirable but “ooooh since my pretty sexy beautiful girlfriend is a woman suddenly she can’t be stoic mf”

-he’s your hype man! you shy up or get all nervy because of some social situations he takes the lead

-he understands your love language, and is very patient and tolerant and is amused by your antics

-“love you so much honey!!” and you’ll just go 😧😐 “l-love you too??”

-he never pushes you too far out of your boundaries, be as vulnerable as you need or want to bbg, he understands

-patient and takes time to understand your love languages and your sort of subtle indications of affection

-sometimes there are things you just can’t bring yourself to express because that’s just so…scary so you write it down or text it to him

-has collections/screenshots of any sorta cute messages you send?

-some of his faves are: “sorry I can be so aloof sometimes. I really do love you”, “thank you for always being so understanding of me,” and “I love you.”

-he really likes showing you off

-“hi guys my name is Jake and I love my girlfriend”

-has an account dedicated solely to you and you are always just so embarrassed to see it or whenever he brings it up because how do you love anyone that much?? Especially you??

-always so reassuring and kind but

-he just has to make you blush a little bit ;)

-“hey cutie, aren’t you looking adorable today?” or pinching your cheeks if you dart away from eye contact

-loves it if you’re shorter he thinks you’re literally just grumpy cat

-never messes around too much w your emotions tho >:3 just enough to see you blush teehee

-overall he likes seeing you smile, making you blush, coddling you, babying you, playing with your hair, giggling, poking your cheeks, god you’re so cute

-ok I need to stop before I start rambling.

-jk just a few more words

-I think he’s very aware of when you’re genuinely uncomfortable by any sort of affectionate actions

-so he always makes sure you’re safe and okay mentally/emotionally

-but he also just really like seeing you smile/giggle so sometimes he really lays down the compliments

-he does it all to get a reaction out of you, to see you blush or laugh, but not for his entertainment

-he just lives for those rare moments of your happiness <3

-OKAY now I’m done

[louscartridge]

dating rachel roth hdcns

rachel roth x gn reader

a/n- ngl i kinda gave up on proof reading like half way through so my bad lol. also i say ‘or’ ‘you guys’ ‘whall’ (thats not a fucking word sky stop saying it stupid) ‘and’ and a shit ton of other words in this alot and im aware its annoying so once again. my bad.

cw- established relasionship, arguments, fluff, cuddling, using of ‘i love you’, rachel having a hard time expresing her emotions, reader has powers (breifly mentiond), jellousy, crying, jason and hank being asses, gar being your +1, fighting (titans), back scratches, idk is some 11 year old fr gonna come for me if i dont say evreything? fuck off.

-on your first official date you guys watched old cartoons

-when it started getting late you switched to horror movies

- when you switched to horror, you watched them correctly. in the dark. no lights, other then what was coming from the tv.

-both yours and rachels favorite food, snacks and drinks were there

-rachel is really touch starved, so as soon as you guys started dating, she started being really touchy

-shes a very cuddly and physically affectionate person

-her favorite cuddling positions are; spooning, facing each other holding hands, and her laying on your lap whall you play with her hair

-she doesnt really know how to talk about how she feels about you, without her thinking it sounds ‘cheesy’ or something, so shell just stick to you and hope you get what shes saying without saying it (you do)

-despite that, she does say 'i love you' all the time

-speaking of which, she said 'i love you' first

-you guys were having an argument

-you were mad at jason cause he kept 'flirting' with rachel 

-she got mad because she felt like you didnt trust her

-"even if he was flirting with me, i wasent flirting with him! and you should trust me enough that i wouldnt and dont want him."

-she got worried that you were gonna leave

-"wait! no y/n dont go please i love you-"

-you were surprised she stated verbal affection

-you smiled and slowly walked towards her

-she was still crying

-you whispered "i love you too rachel" whall stroking her cheek bones with your thumbs and kissed her

-you spent the rest of the day cuddling eachother with a book, whispering 'i love you's and other reissuances 

-jason and hank would always nag you, gar, and rachel all the time 

-"wait whos dating who again?" - jason

-"i think theyre just all dating each other" - hank

-you guys didnt think it was the worrrst thing ever-

-both of you love to wear each others clothes

-when dick does the laundry, he sometimes doesnt know whos clothes are who

-"hey rach, is this yours or y/n's?" 

-"mhmm doesnt matter, itll end up being worn by both of us either way."

-you would match your hair color with each other sometimes

-sometimes with gar too

-adjusting rachels jewelry all the time

-when your holding hands sometimes youll realize that the clasp of her bracelet is in the front or something 

-"that tickles! what are you doing?"

-"im fixing your bracelet"

-youll do it with her necklaces too

-if shes cooking or just walking around the house or whenever you happen to notice it you walk up to her and turn her necklace so the clasp is in the back and/or the charm or whatever is in the middle.

-after a while she knows what your doing, so when you walk up to her, she just stops walking or whatever and looks at you with a slight smile on her face as you shift it

-on the subject of jewelry, she definitely gets you guys matching jewelry for your anniversary

-or your birthday 

-or if she sees them in the store or something and likes them shell suprise you with them.

-mall.dates.

-just walking around the mall whether its window shopping or you actually get stuff -your guys' second date was actually at the mall

-dick gave rachel money and told you guys to have a break and hang out -dick and the rest of the titans took care of any fights or anything that went down that day

-a few of your mall dates tho you guys had to be dragged away for a fight -gar 'third wheeling' alot

-although he says 'you guys are good with making me feel....less- more un-third wheely'

-back scratches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-whenever she has a rough day controlling her powers

-or you guys had a hard day with fighting as titans

-at the end of the day you would give each other back scratches

-music would be playing the entire time

-the two of you would alternate, taking turns sitting on the edge of the bed and getting back scratches

-you and rachel would end up falling asleep on each other

-you were at the edge of the bed and she was slumped against you, arms semi draped over your shoulders

-dick and kory are your guys' biggest shippers

-shipped you guys before you even got together

-forehead kisses. all.the.time.

-from both of you

-you love giving them

-she loves giving them

-whenever you guys are sitting on a couch or next to each other or something like that she likes to run her fingers up and down your spine

-in the beginning of your relationship you argued kinda often because she was scared she was gonna hurt you so she tried to push you away

-once she learned that you have powers too, she felt a little better

ok im so sorry this is so much ill shut up now.

[god-u]

For Limoreau!!

2, 15, and 16 please!

2. are they thinking about having a family together?

- i’d like to think they might consider that but realistically and honestly.. i think they’re more worried about what that may entail because powers would be inherited and anything could happen once one of their children’s powers awaken. for now, i think they’re okay with their found family (each other, emma, and other possible allies). maybe a pet or 2 in the future as well

15. what is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

- jordan: part of me wants to think jordan may not really get drunk when they’re in their masc form but i’d imagine they’re very carefree around marie and like to stay in their fem form more often (especially if they’re hanging with marie and emma at the same time).

let’s just say one day they end up drinking in their fem form, they never blackout but they do get drunk because they didn’t bother shifting. they act super clingy and needy, something they never do especially in their fem form, and marie relishes in their cuteness. goofy consensual pictures are taken and kisses are exchanged and the next day a very embarrassed and flushed jordan is subjected to marie’s loving but relentless teasing. the pictures are now her new phone wallpapers

- marie: she’s an emotional person but also tries hiding her feelings as much as possible. she’s cried in front of jordan plenty and been pretty vulnerable but she rarely ever vocalizes needing or wanting their help (not that she’d ever lack it). they’re both used to doing rather than saying when they’re together. they’re touchy and close and protective but she’s craving their touch and lips and.. well you get it- more than usual. she doesn’t know how to say it without cringing at the thought and getting nervous so she tries to be more subtle.

these days her hands hold onto theirs for longer than usual, she looks at them a little more longingly, and sometimes she puts on music that expresses what she needs or wants from them. this time she plays “cologne” by beabadoobee and jordan quickly catches on. she’s embarrassed as hell but they both go from laughing to kissing and soon.. something much more intimate

16. who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

- jordan is the most insecure because of their experience from past relationships/flings. they’re unsure if marie accepts them in both forms and still questions it despite it being clear she loves them and accepts everything about them.

marie’s insecurities are more related to her ptsd but she already knows jordan thinks super highly of her and always tells her how fucking badass her powers are. she feels safe with them and never feels like she’s dangerous or disgusting.

since jordan struggles with insecurity more and marie can often tell just from sensing how their heart is beating, she now makes an effort to tell them how much she loves them.. and or wants them in any form they shift to but especially in their fem form 😌 (words of affirmation to the rescue hehe) 💘

send me a number & i’ll give an answer for my limoreau headcanon (ship ask game)

[1d1195]

Made to be V

The rest of the story: Made to be

Warnings: very fluffy and a lot of kissing

Essentially, he told her the entirety of all his past relationships: he had a few girlfriends and came home to meet his mum. There wasn’t anything wrong with the relationships, but it never progressed much further than that. There was hardly a story to tell about any of them.

But for her?

Oh, there was going to be a novel. An epilogue. A sequel. Poems, songs, and a movie would be written about her.

Holidays

“Harry didn’t know what size you were,” Gemma said with an eye roll. “Refused to snoop through your laundry for us,” she smirked. Harry flicked his sister on the cheek. “Mum, he assaulted me!” She said rubbing her cheek. She giggled at the sibling display and Harry leaned over and kissed her cheek sloppily, licking her egregiously, causing Gemma to fake gag. “Are you going to do something about your son?”

“No,” Anne grinned.

Gemma turned her gaze back to the poor girl subject to these family shenanigans. “She loves him more because he’s the baby. Always gets his way.”

Anne rolled her eyes and sipped from her wine glass while she nibbled on some of the snacks spread on the coffee table in between the pairs of them. “Oh, like you’re not the princess,” Harry scoffed.

“I’m the oldest too,” she remarked to Gemma. “Babies are the worst,” she winked at Harry.

“Kitten!” He said pressing a hand over his heart. “I’m...” he looked so betrayed, even if it was pretend. It made her heart flutter, and she wrinkled her nose at Harry so cutely he could have passed out. He loved her banter, it fit right in with his family—his three favorite women in one room.

“Thank you, love,” Gemma said reaching across the coffee table to pat her on the leg and settle her glass down. It nearly killed Harry to have her seated so far away, but it was probably for the best. He might not have been able to control himself long enough to interact with his family while seated next to her. His family was close, but he wasn’t ready to make out with her in front of them and right now, kissing her until he was breathless was all he could think about. “The point is, if they don’t fit, we bought a different size and can return them later,” she explained.

“I wasn’t going t’go through her laundry,” he rolled his eyes. “Very invasive of you.”

“We’re one of those matching pajama families,” Anne explained for her benefit while the siblings argued. “Don’t feel obligated. But if you want to match, you can,” she smiled sweetly. “We didn’t want you to feel excluded. You’re always welcome here, love,” she promised simply.

Anne said it as if she said it to everyone that showed up on her doorstep (and maybe she did, she seemed like the most welcoming mother and person in the world). But she was still overcome with emotion. She always did well with moms. She couldn’t even say a bad thing about her ex’s mom. Despite her son being Harry’s worst enemy, she always made her feel welcomed, even after that first year of not knowing she was in a relationship with her son. She always felt at home when she was at his parents’ house and if she thought for a little longer, toward the end of their relationship she might have liked his family more than she liked him.

But naturally, she was actively in love with Harry. For her to love his family as well was more than she could have hoped for in such a short time. They did adore her as Harry said they did and would. Anne was wonderful, of course. Opening her house and intimate holiday up to a total stranger that Harry had just sprung on her no more than three weeks ago. She seemed to know exactly what to say to her when any subject seemed to get touchy (not that there was many—but there was a dicey conversation over what was better chocolate or coffee, and Harry and Gemma were ready to start a full-on battle). She had a plethora of snacks and drinks that eased all worries. It didn’t make a difference to her if she was all dolled up or not. Anne even told her how beautiful she looked fresh from bed, and she wished she had her naturally wavy hair. Her compliments were so heartfelt. It was impossible to not feel right at home in Harry’s house. “That’s...very kind of you, thank you.”

“Harry wakes us all up at sunrise to open presents like a toddler,” Gemma further explained before Anne could speak again.

He rolled his eyes. “I like Christmas, Gem,” he said.

She giggled and Harry’s heart softened at the sound, and he smiled at her so beautifully it made his mom and sister disappear from the room. She felt very warm with his gentle look on her face. Taking a sip of her wine was the only thing she could remember to do so as not to combust from Harry’s attention. She wondered if his mom and sister noticed—although it didn’t look like it was possible to miss it. Harry was mesmerized by the sweet girl. His family knew it the moment he crossed the threshold with the beautiful, darling girl beside him.

“Mum usually makes a frozen pizza the night before Christmas. Saves us from eating too much in preparation for the big day,” Gemma told her. “We didn’t know what kind of pizza you’d like though, so we got three different kinds. Harry didn’t want to pressure you, said you would get all out of sorts being made a fuss of,” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Do you have a preference?” She asked.

He was right, of course. However, the three pizzas felt like more of a fuss than just asking what kind of pizza she liked. It nearly sent her spiraling. “Gemma, kindly shut up,” he said sweetly knowing implicitly that she was going to go practically crazy being made into a fuss. Fortunately, Harry didn’t have to worry because he heard that adorable light laughter he admired so much and knew that she wasn’t going to spin out of control at the thought of having to decide what pizza she wanted.

But she didn’t think she would after all because much like Harry, his mother and sister were so, so nice.

She already adored Gemma. She liked the way she bickered with Harry. It kept him humble. Someone should be able to keep him humble because it certainly wasn’t going to be her. Harry walked on water for her, he was perfect in every way and his sister made sure he never knew how special he was—at least not enough to give him an ego. Much like her mother, she was also extremely complimentary. Gemma loved every article of clothing she wore over the last two days kindly demanded they go shopping together the next time she visited Harry. She loved her American accent and her kind demeanor. Gemma asked about books she liked read, how she got into teaching, and when her birthday was. She was perfect and made her feel so at home as well, just like her brother.

“Uh...no, no preference. I like all pizza,” she promised.

“So easy going,” Gemma smirked and headed for the kitchen.

“Can I help at all?” She asked standing immediately. Harry and his mother made eye contact and look passed between them. Without time to process, she headed after Gemma anyway. Anne caught her by the hand as soon as she reached the back of the sofa. She felt like she was doing something wrong, and she knew that look between Harry and his mother meant something. She felt her face warm under their gazes. She didn’t know what, but it felt like she was intruding, and she wanted to help Gemma in the kitchen, desperately.

“Love, just sit and enjoy your stay, please,” she said softly, reassuring her that there was nothing wrong, everything was okay. “Really, let me refill your glass,” she said and plucked the glasses from the table and headed after her daughter. Harry smiled patting the sofa beside him and there wasn’t a place on earth she would ever to turn away her chance to sit next to Harry. He was all happy grins as she situated herself beside him. He immediately pressed his hand on her thigh and gave it a small squeeze. It shot right through all the veins in her legs and directly to her heart that skipped a beat at his touch. “Sorry ‘bout Gem,” he rolled his eyes.

“M'sisters are going to eat you alive, Mr. Styles,” she promised with the laugh he adored so much. His eyes were trained on her, and she looked back unable to turn from him—even if she wanted to look away. Somehow, Harry got his smile to be brighter than it already was. His dimple was so deep she was surprised his cheek didn’t burst from the pressure of it aching around the dip in his face.

“I can’t wait t’meet them,” he said sweetly. It was so warm the way he said it. He meant it, not that she thought he didn’t. But to hear him say it was everything she could hope for. Wanting to meet her crazy family and not minding if they ate him alive.

She blushed. “They’re...very different than Gemma,” she said. “They’re not going to be as sweet—”

“Well, love, m’not sure where you’ve been the past few days...but Gem has not been sweet.”

She rolled her eyes and placed her hand on top of his. It was getting easier and very comfortable to touch Harry. She thought about weaning herself off touching him already even after the short amount of time only because she couldn’t help herself. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be like her students at school: unable to keep themselves away from each other and being asked to separate by adults. And unlike the teens that found a way around it at school, they weren’t going to have a choice.

But here in England, in the privacy of Harry’s house, she was more than happy to oblige and keep their hands connected. He released her leg to hold her hand, bring her fingers to his lips and kiss them gently, sweetly. Little pecks that lit small little fires all through her hand, aching her heart. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked softly. “When I went to help Gem?”

His eyebrows pinched together, and he brought their entwined hands to his own lap and shook his head. “Nothing comes t’mind,” he smirked.

“You and your mom looked at each other when I offered.”

Harry never thought he was one to embarrass easily. Silly things of course: tripping in public or not understanding one of his student’s jokes for way longer than he should have. But she made him feel warm at least once a day. His cheeks pinked and he looked off shyly for a minute before turning back to her. “Y’caught that, hmm?” He smiled lovingly at her and gave her hand another squeeze.

“Well, yeah. You couldn’t miss it. Was there a tradition I broke? Or did I ruin—”

“My God kitten, d’you think I’d’ve brought you here if I thought you’d ruin the holiday?” He asked with an eye roll and shake of his head. He sighed deeply. He knew why she felt that way. She had spent at the last four months—and maybe longer, he had no way of knowing and he was glad he didn’t know how long it went on for—feeling like she couldn’t do anything right and at every turn she made mistake that was under careful watch, and she didn’t even know if she was being observed or doing something wrong.

She was silent for a moment while Harry tilted his head at her, and he looked at her so wholly it melted her into the couch. She stayed silent because she was worried she would start crying if she tried to say anything. Anything that fell from her lips might be an embarrassing confession or she would start begging Harry to marry her and never, ever leave her.

“S’never really come up, kitten. But ‘ve had a few girlfriends come home before. None have ever offered t’help with anything like you do. Mum never wanted their help, but she thinks it says a lot ‘bout a person,” he explained. “I never really thought ‘bout it, t’be honest,” he shrugged. “But...you offered t’help so many times and ‘ve only been here two days...had other girls here for...a couple weeks,” maybe she should have felt jealous, but she didn’t. She simply didn’t care about other girls in Harry’s life. She was here and now. They lived together already. He had known her only three months and he invited her to Christmas. He told her he was in love with her despite everything in her crazy life.

“S’jus’...” he shook his head. “M’not making sense,” he said softly, and his eyes finally met hers again. She hadn’t moved her gaze from him. “M’jus’ really happy you’re here,” he finished giving her hand another squeeze. But she did understand. Harry was different than any guy she knew. He adored her and she would never ask but she knew he would move mountains for her. It meant a lot to him that she was willing to help his mom. It meant a lot that she was there and cared about Harry and his family. “You could never ruin anything, angel,” he promised. “Especially not here.”

She didn’t know what to say. Everything felt so good here, almost like it was too much. “Are you alright, love?” He asked when she was quiet for longer than he thought she would be. It had been so long since anyone had ever said anything so sweet to her that wasn’t her mom. Harry made her feel so good and whole. It was like she was breathing fresh air for the first time in her life. He made her feel like she was at the top of a mountain at sunrise, the first sign of light after a big snowstorm, or the way the moon rose on the horizon in the middle of the ocean. He made her feel like she could just breathe for the first time in almost a decade. She felt like she couldn’t do anything wrong by him.

“Could you kiss me, please?” She asked softly, her voice so small and shy. Harry could have cried if she wasn’t so sweet. When his mum and sister weren’t in the next room, he would be sure to tell her as long as she never asked him to leave, he would never deny her a kiss or a touch or really anything her heart wanted or asked for. She could have whatever she wanted of Harry, and he would do anything to please her.

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded. “Yeah, love. I can do that,” he said bringing his other hand to the side of her face that seared her skin in the best way. He kissed her gently, a brush of his lips between hers. It still felt so new but already felt like home when they kissed. She sighed with relief at the feel of his mouth on hers. It felt like she had broken the seal of kisses upstairs in his childhood bedroom and she was awaiting as many as she could get her lips on.

He pulled away and pressed another kiss to the bridge of her nose and then one to her forehead. “Later,” he said softly in her ear and pulled her toward him, so her body was snug against his. His mum and Gemma were reentering the room with three frozen pizzas and four glasses of wine. She jumped up from Harry’s embrace taking plates and a pizza from the two women.

“Jeez Harry, can’t get off y’lazy butt?” Gemma smirked at him.

He rolled his eyes as she passed Harry the glasses of wine she took from his mom. “Gemma, quit making me look bad.”

“You do that all on your own,” she said.

“My goodness, children,” Anne sighed. “But yes, Harry you shouldn’t make the poor girl wait on you hand and foot.”

“Thank you,” Gemma said knowingly.

She blushed and looked at Harry with that cute little nose crinkle of hers, melting Harry to bits on the sofa. “Thank you, kitten,” he said softly as she handed him a slice of pizza.

*

Harry didn’t want to make assumptions about sleeping in bed with her again, so he started to make the makeshift bed on the floor again while she brushed her teeth. She came back with her hair pulled into a braid and the pajamas that matched his. He had never seen anything so sweet in his life except for the way her eyebrows pressed together making her look distraught. “You’re not gonna sleep in the bed?” She asked. Harry smirked and immediately she threw a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God,” she whispered looking at the floor and hiding her face from Harry.

“Um...I didn’t want t’presume,” he said softly. “I...I can sleep in the bed, if y’want.”

“Made it abundantly obvious what I want, I guess,” she grumbled.

He chuckled. “Kitten, I would ‘ve asked myself if y’gave me the chance t’ask,” he promised with an impish grin on his lips.

“You’re awfully cheeky, Mr. Styles,” she grumbled. “Maybe you should sleep on the floor.”

“Would be worth it.” Rolling her eyes, she climbed into bed and held the blanket up for Harry to climb in beside her. The already familiar squeak greeted them, and Harry shifted so she was wrapped up close to him. He couldn’t see her face as she was tucked below his chin allowing for her to get fresh air even though she was trapped against his body. She had her arm linked near his, underneath the pillows and her other arm tucked close between their bodies resting near his chest. “S’this okay?” He asked. She nodded silently. “Are y’okay, love?” He asked.

“We have the same pajamas,” she said softly. Of course, they both knew that—she looked better in them, Harry would admit it.

“D’you want me t’change?” He asked.

She flicked his chest and ignored his joke. “S’nice,” she whispered into the dark. “You...you make me feel...like...” she huffed just barely in frustration. “I just feel really good around you, Harry,” she breathed.

He smiled weakly not wanting to make her feel weird for the confession. He didn’t mind in the slightest, but he knew she felt a little awkward about being so open and in love so quickly after leaving her relationship not even a month ago. He didn’t want to harp on it and make her more uncomfortable. He just wanted her to be herself and for her to enjoy his company as much as Harry enjoyed hers. Instead, he brought his hand up to the side of her neck and gently tilted her head back so he could pretend he could see her face in the darkening room running his thumb across her lips so he could feel where they were when he gave her his next direction. “M’gonna kiss you now,” he warned her.

She smiled against the pad of his thumb and gave a simple nod. “Please.”

*

“Love, please get in the picture,” Anne said softly. Gemma had nearly berated her for suggesting she wouldn’t be in the picture of the four of them in matching pajamas early in the morning. (It wasn’t sunrise, but Harry did wake everyone with the promise of his homemade pancakes.)

“I-I will!” She pleaded and avoided all the hands tugging her toward their little group so she could be in the picture. “But how often do you get a picture of just the three of you?” She asked. Harry smirked and tucked himself into his mum’s side knowing there was no use in arguing with the pretty angel. “I promise I’ll get in the next one.”

“This is ridiculous,” Gemma grumbled but smiled, nonetheless.

“Don’t be a sourpuss,” Harry mumbled under his breath.

They obligingly let her take a few photos of just the three of them and as much as they complained, he knew they were grateful. They didn’t have a lot of photos of the three of them, she was right, of course. Really it was so special to have a Christmas together and Harry’s heart was bursting with love for her and her sweet self.

While Gemma was setting up the timer for the four of them and she settled back against Harry’s side in front of the tree, he was exceedingly grateful for the feel of her against his body. Of course, it had barely been an hour since they left the warmth of the small bed. But to be so close while they slept made it feel like she belonged there attached at his hip. She belonged among his family and of course all the presents. Harry knew she was better than all the presents he was going to get today. Getting to wake up beside her and pepper her sweet face with little kisses was more than he could have asked for the next ten Christmases and then some. She had smiled as his lips breathed the obligatory Happy Christmas against her flushed skin and he continued his torrent of pecks along her hair line while she was barely awake.

“Merry Christmas, Harry,” she said softly. “Didn’t see any mistletoe in here,” she murmured as he kissed all over her face, getting a few kisses on her lips while she spoke.

“Do y’want me t’stop?” He asked with a grin but never halting the kisses in between the words.

“Never, ever,” she sighed softly and rested her head back on her pillow while Harry continued to kiss her perfect face.

The smile on his face had to have been growing while Gemma got the second picture timer up. As his sister settled into her spot again, he pressed a kiss to the lovely girl’s cheek, just in time for the snapshot. He was hoping at the very least Gemma could crop it and he could frame the very first picture of them together.

*

It was decided that Harry’s entire family adored her, possibly more than they adored him, and quite certainly more than they ever liked any of his other girlfriends. They weren’t shy about it, and they asked him where they were hiding her all this time he had been in the states. They weren’t privy to the fact he had only met her just this year. Not that he was hiding it, but it was definitely something to explain in the middle of a busy holiday.

Thanks to Harry’s family tree quiz, she remembered everyone’s name with ease. She spent much of the night trying to engage in conversation with everyone. The entire time Harry saw her interacting with his family he just couldn’t believe how simple and easy it was to have someone he adored so much fit so effortlessly in his life. Harry wasn’t crazy when it came to relationships. Essentially, he told her the entirety of all his past relationships: he had a few girlfriends and came home to meet his mum. There wasn’t anything wrong with the relationships, but it never progressed much further than that. There was hardly a story to tell about any of them.

But for her?

Oh, there was going to be a novel. An epilogue. A sequel. Poems, songs, and a movie would be written about her. He said it to her at least twice before and he never meant it lightly, she was made to be in his life. Every part of it. She was perfect in every way.

Harry is so glad she said yes to coming here because knowing what he knew now, how easy it was to have her around his family, he would have begged. He wouldn’t have even cared if it seemed silly. Seeing her now, smiling and laughing at the people he adored most in the world all together and happy...he could hardly stand it.

“She’s lovely, Harry,” Mum said softly to him wrapping an arm around her tall son. She looked up at him with a smile. “You make her very happy,” she said.

“She makes me very happy,” he replied. She grinned and gave him a squeeze. She caught them staring at her and she gave a small wave while returning to her conversation with his cousins. Harry always loved Christmas. Always, always.

But every Christmas paled in comparison to Christmas with her.

*

It was tough to leave Harry’s house after feeling so at home, herself. She promised she would come back. Promised Gemma she would take her shopping the next moment she set foot in America. Promised she would keep Harry grounded and humble, too. But she didn’t think he needed it.

She wasn’t sure what Harry had told Anne about her situation, she assumed he must have told her something. But if he did, she never mentioned anything up until she was getting a hug goodbye at the airport. “Harry better not lose you,” she said softly. She smiled nervously and felt her cheeks warm at her sentiment. Anne took her hand and squeezed it between hers and she smiled gently. “I know he saved you, but you saved him, too, love,” she reminded her

The thought of responding to that made her want to cry. So, she swallowed around the lump in her throat and just nodded not fully believing the words but how was she supposed to deny the woman that knew Harry better than anyone? Harry had said the same thing to her, but she didn’t see how that was possible. Anne winked at her as Harry gave her another hug and she shook her head away of all the overwhelming emotions and gave Gemma another hug before Harry was ushering them through the busy airport once more.

*

“I thought we’d spend the New Year in our apartment,” Harry said bitterly. She grabbed his hand as he bristled angrily about the stupid delays that had plagued their flight back home. She was getting sleepy as the hours drew on, but she had read a good chunk of her book, holding Harry’s hand in his while they lounged in the airport. Not many people were flying on this holiday eve, so they were able to spread their belongings on the floor to make a makeshift couch of their bags at their feet and slouched in the airport chairs. “M’sorry, kitten.”

“What are you apologizing for, Harry?” She giggled sweetly putting her book back in her bag and turning to him. “You brought me to your family’s holiday, got me way too many presents—”

“Didn’t get y’nearly enough,” he grumbled angrily.

“—and I got to hear all those great stories about you from your family, and it’s not like you delayed the plane,” she said knowingly.

He shrugged, annoyed by the circumstance. “Jus’ feel bad.”

She squeezed his hand but nodded understandingly. “I hope not for me.”

He smiled shaking his head and brought her fingers to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. She had never really noticed hand holding before, but she really liked holding Harry’s hand. Every time he kissed the top of her hand or the tips of her fingers she felt like the most special girl in the world. “Who else, m’love?”

She rolled her eyes. “Silly,” she said softly. “I don’t mind. It’s just more time I get to spend with you,” she reminded him. His heart warmed at her comment. She thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him as much as he loved to be around her. Going back to work, even lucky enough to be separated by the hallway between them, was going to be a nightmare to be apart.

“Hadn’t thought of it like that, kitten...but we’d be at home together anyway?” He phrased it as a question.

She felt her face heat up at his quick realization. “Uh...yeah, but we’d be sleeping. This way we get to be awake,” she said.

“Yeah, but s’gonna be past midnight, angel,” he said with a frown. “We don’t get t’watch the ball drop or have a proper sleepy kiss before bed,” he mumbled at the end.

She tilted her head at him. “Um...but we get to kiss on the plane at midnight...and I think that’s...I didn’t know I had a bucket list item like that, but apparently I do.”

Harry smiled at her, his face sleepy and ready for bed but he was happy about her idea. He hadn’t thought of the prospect of kissing her sweetly on the plane over an ocean between his two favorite countries. He planned to be the end of her terrible year and start off a whole new one that would be sure to leave her heart happy and content. “Such a smart girl, kitten,” he whispered and brought his face closer to her lips. He bumped his nose against hers and kissed her lips quickly. “Gonna try and save the kiss for midnight,” he winked.

She grinned and felt her cheeks warm at his flirting. “M’not sure I will last that long without a kiss,” she said taking note of the time on her watch and looking away nervously. Like he would actually fault her for wanting to kiss him more than just at midnight.

Harry smiled brightly. “Don’t worry kitten, could never make you want,” he told her and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then one long one to her lips without a care for anyone else in the whole airport.

*

When they were finally boarded, snug in their seats, and listening to the people count down from ten she wondered if anyone else felt like they were made to be kissing the most perfect person they’d ever met. She wondered if their kiss would have felt different if she didn’t ask for one more (four more times) while they waited to board. And she wondered if it would be different if they had that sleepy kiss Harry talked about having at home when they got back.

But as it had been for the last few days, she couldn’t wonder or think about anything while Harry kissed her so deeply that it cured every heartache in her soul and it didn’t matter if those other kisses would have been better, because this one was perfect.

“Happy New Year, love,” he said quietly against her lips.

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Pine-ing part 1

Fuck it fiddauthor fic probably will multi part | Cross posted on Ao3 ================================

1982 Dec 17,

F was having somewhat reasonable holiday with drawls. His family away, I could sympathize with him. It had been a long time since I've sat with my family for anything. A homed cooked meal became a distant taste, as my cooking skills are mediocre to non existent. It being a Saturday it seemed reasonable to go into the town for a meal. We went to the diner that he loves, he said their bacon and syrup pair together like no other.

I take his word for it, as odd food combinations were never my thing, Stanley used to do something similar wit-

He went to walk around the town, but I couldn't just drive back home and leave him in the snowy town. I never liked walking about but the trip seemed to be doing F well so what's an hour or so walking around.

There was a library but I combed through that my first month here, to little interest. There was a coffee shop but it was far too populated to give any sense of relax. But then I found it, a book shop.

Empty, Dusty and may have smelled of dead cat. It was fantastic. The lights were old with that nice yellow glow, flickering and loud. The shelves were a dark wood and dusty beyond belief, perhaps a walnut, wood was never my thing. The back was practically made for me, hand written accounts and journals, ecological studies and records that were the only copies.

To say I was excited was an understatement. The cashier was a fine looking young gentleman, most likely my age. He seemed kind enough so I thought nothing of it when he watch me move around the shop. With the state of the shop I can safely assume that he doesn't get many costumers.

I went to purchase my books, and the worker was very friendly. The first person here that shared my intrigue with it oddities. Complementing my book choices no less.

Then F walked in, he had two coffees and his satchel seemed bigger so safe to assume he bought other things. But there was a look to his face the same one he gives me when I talk to my muse for 'too long' in his words. I always took it as him being perhaps unsure of the greater power. I was never good at reading emotions, but have I mistaken his jealously? It would seem so if I knew what there was to be jealous about.

But the coffee he brought me was perfect. The way I love in, black coffee, no sugar, no creamer. Me and F left after I put my books in my own bag.

The cashier asked for my phone number to discuss books later, which I don't have as my equipment interferes with any telephone lines so I had to decline. I would have said I be back but I'd be lying if did, as me and F's schedule wouldn't fit a whole other escapade to town.

I would have explained but F seemed to want to leave so I politely declined.

We made way back to my truck and started to drive up the long rode to my cabin. Another moment I was grateful for the coffee. As my car absorbs what ever weather is outside and triples it.

Bitter caffeine as a hand warm what could be better. I would have played my favorite CD of eurythmics, but F was never a fan. Recently buying me an ABBA's singles when he went to the grocery store last month for that very reason. He was idlily tapping to the music, but he seemed off.

He was upset.

I was never one for emotions or feelings. I was always the logic, that's what I was good at. I can solve equations the length of a room but can't figure out how to ask a frie what upset him. We were a few minutes from my place, I was internally fighting if I should speak, but I understood people enough to know I Should, just I didn't know what exactly to say.

I asked him what he got. Great start, he's engaged and if he doesn't want to talk he doesn't have to. Perfect.

A present for his son.

Shit.

He got divorced last year, as she wanted him to be with them. I didn't know much, its was just messy. He missed his son, not so his wife but it was a touchy subject.

I forgot most enjoy time with family.

Family hasn't been the same for a while so sending holiday letters sufficed any familial need. Meeting F at collage, he is the only other person who hasn't cared about my freakishness, that I'm ever grateful for him. And I can't help but feel guilty about his family problems. He wouldn't have left if I didn't ask. The more to value his companionship.

He asked about my own purchases, and told him. The journals, the record reports, the primary historical recounts. An utter drug to my brain, he seemed to be engaged till I mentioned the book seller.

Off put? Upset? He wasn't happy. Bitter? Maybe, but I suppose that mixed with his family business upset him. But I didn't know how to ask. 'hey F why are you so upset about a bookseller?'

Stupid, I know, but easy to ignore.

We pulled into the drive way and rushed inside and hung our frosted coats. It was my turn to make dinner, F went off to his room to read like he does. But unlike usual he came down while I was still cooking. He seemed less upset which was good, he sat at the table and watch me cook as he read a book.

I was no chef, so I felt so- observed. It was no different then when we worked, me doing a tasks as he read. But this felt, intimate? for lack of better word. The dim kitchen light blub that was in desperate need of a change flickered its orange hue that filled that small room.

It was a Friday, so it was so it was excusable for the two of us to have a beer or two while we watch trash television the living room. F hated them but I had a soft spot for them as they were what plagued the tv set my mother had.

We barely watched the show and more added our own commentary, We cracked much needed dumb jokes in the tv lit room. Its blue filter light our only sources to see.

F had his glasses off, and was sat next to me on the couch.

It felt right.

A feeling that felt long distance that he only seemed to bring.

Its no mystery that girls were a mystery to me. Relationships felt so unnecessary, and I dance around the thought of the alterative. Which- I don't think I'll go into now.

He commented something about some 3? maybe for 4 dramatized way relationship that was going on. His dead seriousness made it possible to not laugh out. Holding my stomach and bending over, sides hurting. One of those that aren't funny but still somehow are.

That night was nice. It was a good refresher, I bid him good night and headed to bed myself. Sleep was different, usually I'm so exhausted I pass out, but tonight I just couldn't. My thoughts were somewhere else.

[callsignbaphomet]

I wanna go ahead and talk about the dynamic between Jelani and Uthorim for a second because as important to me as Uthorim and Loke are I feel that Uthorim and Jelani are as equally important.

To recap Uthorim and Loke met when Jelani was only fourteen-years-old when he and his dad lived in New Vegas. Jelani was sick with the flu, had a nasty sinus infection and a dangerous and life threatening high fever. Loke had taken Jela to the Old Fort and Uthorim just so happened to be there that night. Now skip to some time later after Uth and Lo had gone out a few times and were getting close. Jelani instantly liked Uthorim, he always had something interesting to talk about, his outlook was appreciated and on top of it all he gave the boys a new perspective on things. He also loved seeing his dad come back home with a smile on his face and genuinely happy and it was all because of Uthorim. Jelani never asked about his bio parents much for two reasons: 1. He knew it was a touchy and painful subject for his dad and 2. He never knew them like Loke did therefore there was no real emotional attachment to them. So he knew Loke had been through some shit and his dad's happiness was very important to him. Uthorim was that happiness.

On top of everything that Loke taught him Uthorim also taught him a lot of things and Uth and Jela would often hang out together and bonded. Uthorim meant stability and peace of mind and as the years passed Jelani got fiercely protective of Uthorim as he was with Loke.

When Jelani was shot Uthorim was right there with him and was also there to keep Loke in check and keeping him from doing something stupid like arming himself to the teeth and going after a "highly decorated soldier" who apparently could do no wrong and shooting a kid out of anger was apparently not that big a deal to the higher ups. [She was initially aiming for Loke but as she pulled the trigger Jelani pushed Loke out of the way and he caught the bullet instead. He recovered but they had to remove his right kidney as the bullet damaged it beyond repair]

What Loke knew about medicine was super basic so Uthorim reassured him that Jela would be fine even if he had one working kidney from that moment on.

When Jelani was reunited with Loke after being apart for almost a year and thinking he'd died because of him he was--well, I don't possess the ability to describe what that kid went through in that moment. He thought he'd killed his dad and at some point he thought about going back to New Vegas to find Uthorim but he didn't because he thought that if Uthorim found out that Loke was dead because of him Uthorim would hate him and the thought of Uthorim, a man he'd grown to love like a father, hating him would've been enough to kill him literally. But when he looked and saw Uthorim along side Loke it felt like every organ in his body had failed at that moment. He honestly never thought he'd see him ever again. For an entire week after reuniting Jelani was either closely tailing Loke or Uthorim, he didn't wanna let either of them out of his sight because he didn't wanna have to live through being without them ever again.

I also feel like the dynamic between Uthorim and Jelani's father and son relationship is different to Loke and Jelani's. Like, Loke raised him, he's been the only parent he's ever really known his entire life. Uthorim's been in his life for only four years and their relationship is really honest and raw. Yes, Loke and Jelani have a very honest and open relationship and they communicate very well but the thing is that it's still a father and son relationship and sometimes there's some stuff you don't know how to tell your parents or don't want to out of some type of fear. No, this doesn't mean Jelani's afraid of Loke. It just means that he knows his dad is very emotionally compromised. He's very well aware that since Loke was a teenager shit went sideways for him and that he's felt guilty and worried his entire life. He also knows that that guilt quadrupled after that thing that was done to Jelani happened and he's aware of his dad's anxiety so Jelani often seeks out Uthorim's advice on how best to proceed when it comes to talking to Loke about certain topics. Mainly the depression, failed suicide attempts, self-harming (he usually hides all the scars but even more so around Loke and Uthorim), the drinking and the drugs, as well as the constant nightmares, the intrusive thoughts, the flashbacks, and the panic attacks. Jelani does feel some guilt laying out all the more heavy topics on Uthorim and does worry he'll think of him as some kind of psychotic damaged goods and will be disgusted by him but he's drawn to Uth's wisdom and knowledge on things.

Yeah, I just think they have a pretty special relationship and it's honestly super adorable to me. Jela looks up to both of them and loves both of them dearly and would kill for them.

[bingwriterxo]

After much re-reads of chapter eight I have a lot to say my dear Bing! Tara having a bit of a spat with our dear reader was much needed! Every relationship has its up and downs. But I love how reader no matter what always seems to come back to Tara. She’s just such a good person. I understood Tara’s resistance about her mother, it’s a touchy subject, one that brings many uncomfortable memories and emotions. I will say Bing in the last chapter having readers mother be getting her father an apple at Cordelia’s party was a great foreshadow!!! Honestly Bing the most clever!! And having that connect to readers father and his past addiction…..you write amazingly. I was very intrigued to hear about readers fathers past issues. Sam having to talk Tara down after reader left was most likely my favorite part. Big sister Sam helping her baby sister out. Reader coming back and acting like the most precious girl she is was adorable. I’m glad stars and reader had a much needed conversation. Now they both understand each other fully. Amazing as always bing! Truly! You never miss!!! Much love to my dear Bing!-🇬🇧

MY BRITISH ANON

this was me talking to @melrodrigo earlier this morning when contemplating whether to turn my anons back on or not

anyhoo, R is always (probably) gonna come back to Tara, no matter what. like sam said, she’s head over heels for our lil tar

on sam, i wanted to give her big sister vibes, and also bring her in more to the universe, cuz she hasn’t be around. she’ll likely be around more in the future 🫶

i luh u, british anon

[trixabke]

req from: @local-problem

She/her - bisexual, Birthday: November 27, 2003, Sagittarius, Height: 1.83 m / 6 ft, Hair: light brown, curls with lots of volume and quite long, Eye color: blue-grey, Personality: ENFJ, I'm fairly athletic, doing track, volleyball and dancing. Work: I work in a bubble tea shop, give swimming lessons to small children and tutor (maths). When I have time, I like to draw and read. I love my grandma, manga, anime, sports, my friends, alpaca stuffed animals, coffee and black tea

HELLO, I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS! i’m assuming you meant a romantic match up! if not oops lol thank u for sending this! it rlly helped me w motivation! also sorry if this is a bit long :) SIDE NOTE ITS RLLY COOL THAT UR SO TALL

just because idk if its a touchy subject for u!)

(also i feel like i keep matching ppl w more mainstream characters but like, ITS RHE VIEB I GET OK???) 😭

(rom) i match you with…..

SUGAWARA

ok ok u def met when u were working

he came in w daici and kiyoko to talk abt some important stuff n when they walked in he was like “woah 😨”

thinks ur so attractive

then he orders and leaves!! yay how eventful

BUT THEN

he always suggests to go to that boba place

are the drinks good? yes. are they as good as seeing you? no.

probably starts with very very minimal conversations, maybe MAYBE small talk or an occasional joke from him

he becomes a regular, and he most likely orders the same thing every time

one day hinata comes in w him daichi and kiyoko

AND HINATAS FREAKING ABOUT BECAUSE HE SAW U THE OTHER DAY

turns out u tutor his little sister although he probably needs it more

and kiyoko tells hinata abt the crush she noticed suga had

AND WHEN I TELL U HINATA SCREAMED

later that night he was talking to (brokuto) bokuto abt it and then a lightbulb goes off

hinata is suddenly busy the day he needs to pick his sister up from tutoring and oh no hes always busy now and suga is the only one free?? oh well i guess he has to pick her up and see you

he thinks he so smart

and he is in this scenario at least

but did his set up work?? yes

when he shows up

ur like?? and he is like???

but u end up talking, n found out u have a lot in common

he finally leaves once and only once natsu is tugging and pulling at sugas sleeve with the biggest pout on her face

hinata?? busy?? again?? cant pick up sister! oh well suga has to get her now!!

this time, he left w ur number

very friends to lovers story then plays out

bookstore hangouts very often

mini little old lady clubs where u recommend stuff you found and he recommends stuff you stuff he found

then he sends you very long thought out reviews on whatever you give him

DEFINITELY CONFESSES BY ACCIDENT

its either 1. if u guys r arguing he will just accidentally be like “because i like you” or something dumb, 2. says it in the evning when u guys r sitting outside and he thinks you look so pretty under the glow of the setting sun, he just mutters it under his breath (or so he thought)

and ur just like “what?” but yk its mutual

he def wont get into an actual relationship with you until he has properly taken you out on a date that he deems successful

a lot of picnics, maybe hiking if u want to, late night fast food runs w rlly blurry pictures

he loves how trustworthy you are

also i def think he loves ur hair

the volume n the waves is just perfection to him

suga might always seem very happy and peppy but he isnt always

he has mastered the people pleasing act of happiness

so he rlly enjoys ur strong emotional sense to be able to understand him

also likes that you’re empathetic so being vulnerable is comfortable with you

because of those he feels like he can talk to u about anything he feels like he needs to hide from others (the trustworthiness helps w this too)

(he is an infj so the balance of that relationship is rlly cool btw)

finds it so cool that you play volleyball

he’ll inv u to play w his team sometime for fun but will make sure ur not overwhelmed (because we all know that team meeting sugas gf would be..just praying for u)

he always sends u good morning and good night texts

he always brings u sweets n chocolate on ur period

brings you flowers all the time

he also will check if u need anything when hes at the grocery store

he will never forget an anniversary

ALSO LOVES THAT YOU WORK W CHILDREN, HIS FUTURE TEACHER HEART IS SO HAPPY

overall a rlly understanding, safe, and compassionate relationship

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THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQ AGAIN!! I hope u enjoyed it! I have a lot of fun writing these :) as always, if u saw any spelling errors no u didn’t! dont forget to eat and drink water!!

[separatist-apologist]

I figured out something. CORRECT ME IF I M WRONG!!

Isn't it ingrained in you the day you become parents to be protective of ur child? Isn't it like the reflexes of every kind of parent species to love their kids? It's not something parents do on their own. What actually makes them special or different for their offspring is what kind of support system they provide to their kids. Like is it just the financial support? Or both emotional and financial support?

It's like either perfect complement or perfect substitute for the support system they provide!!

I m honestly not being a rebel here, i m very well aware of all the things parents had to go thru but why do most of the parents lack emotional support for their kids?

There's this so much hate that keeps burning inside, i m honestly unable to get back on good terms with my parents. I need a piece of advice from my mentor, pls.

Oof- I don't know if I'm the right person to give this sort of advice. I have a very difficult relationship with my mother and I had a very hard childhood that I don't think she's ever been apologetic for.

I think as people, we're messy and flawed, and that doesn't stop when we become parents. I know my best friend and I discuss this topic at length- disrupting generational cycles of trauma and how, despite your best efforts, you don't always get it right. You're going to fuck it up. I'm not going to get too personal in this realm because I think parenting is a touchy subject but I will say that I spent three years in therapy after my daughter was born and I saw myself replicating the same patterns of behavior I grew up with. I always swore I wouldn't, and then when I became a parent, too young, unprepared, stressed and scared- I realized I didn't know any other way.

And so I don't think you have a child and some magic switch flips in your brain. Motherhood is very romanticized, but that was not my experience. I wasn't flawless then and I'm not now and to be honest, I'm always so skeptical of people who are like, my kid was born and my whole life became filtered lavender and I just knew life was suddenly perfect and right- I cried I think, once a week.

So like, that's our foundation. Your parents are people, probably the exact same people they were before you were born, and they bring all their baggage into raising children. Did you ask for that? No. And its unfair because whatever issues they have, whatever their reasons for having children, it all becomes your problem whether you want it or not. How many people get bullied into having children they never wanted, you know? How many people have children because that's the expectation, but they would have been happier without them? And what kind of parents are they?

I think, in a perfect world, parents WOULD provide that sort of support to the best of their ability without strings. They WOULD be bonded in a way that was life-altering, and made them better people as a result. and in our actual world, that's just not the case.

For me, it was a journey of recognizing my mom probably should not have had children. That culturally, the expectation was she would, that she could not have an abortion which she has said many times she wished she could have had, and as a result, she ended up with children she never wanted and was ill-equipped to have. She was too focused on herself, her own feelings, her own life to really consider that I was a person and not an extension of her.

And I'm not saying you have to forgive whatever happened/is happening, but I am saying that realizing my mom was just a person who probably loved me in her own way- even if I grew up often feeling like she didn't- but was the same person she'd been before she had me, and that having me didn't make her any different/better etc etc gave me a strange sense of peace. Like I don't forgive the things she did, but I have closure for myself, and my own coping strategies I employ when we need to spend a lot of time together in order to keep myself from getting hurt.

I'm sorry for how you feel. I know those feelings so well. I hope this was helpful, in some small way.