#like tooth rottingly sweet tho

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Your Person When They Realize They Want More With You (+ character traits) - Timeless ⏳

From left to right. Choose the one you can’t take your eyes off of.

Applicable to a current or future person. This is someone that wants to be someone more to you. Warnings: tooth-rottingly sweet. Some suggestiveness. Some angst.

BEFORE YOU CHOOSE. Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.

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Pile 1. “If we’re both still single by 30, let’s get married.” “Deal.”

•you could be coworkers OR someone who goes in the same direction as you in the morning

• one day, a thought will cross their mind when they’re ordering your favorite so-and-so, maybe coffee, maybe favorite pastry, OR they randomly keep remember weird details about you(?) like “oh y/n likes this…”—cuz they’ll be like “wait…why do I know that? lol why did I just randomly rmr that…” they’ll laugh it off,,,,and then they see you again later and their heart beats a different way…

• they honestly did not see you like this before…

• ear muffs and black sweaters…puffy jackets…perhaps it’s cold/snowing when it hits them how radiant you look

•honestly a very sweet fs. if you’re okay with vanilla people, this is def for you. if not, let’s spice it upppp (you gotta do it)

• it’s weird bc it hits them gradually too. like thinking “why are you still single…why am i still single?”

• you guys have a mature vibe. ^^(relating to previous point) a lot of this pile’s fs will realize their feelings too late or will realize when you’re both financially stable

• maybe you give the vibe you’re not interested in them or you don’t have the intention of getting married—at some point you may have mentioned this to them, sober or drunk, and they rmr it so their being cautious and gauging how you could feel about them, if you feel anything for them at all

• childhood friend kind of energy. I really don’t think you see them in this way either, not until they start acting weird around you. All of sudden, they’re not smiling as much anymore and maybe they’re averting their gaze more

• it sucks bc you’ll question why and will feel weirded out when they start avoiding you, turning down your requests to hang out…

• I’m getting a very empty feel. Either you feel empty without them or they’ve been on dates with other people in the past (you’re wondering how tf they still haven’t settled) and it’s bc they’re not feeling that “unidentifiable”…spark. Like the one they should be feeling on dates with new people, but no…it’s just…dry. They don’t know what it is tho. All of these people are attractive and share the same interests, yet there’s just something missing…

• if you give this a try, you will fall very fuckin hard

• ^^ having thoughts like “how tf do they know how to cook? were they always this hot?” lawd…noticing the small things about them and it’ll get you blushin

• honestly…there’s gonna be a huge difference in communication. you’ll probably be a bit pissed- like “why are you acting so weird? have you been avoiding me?”

• they’d give you all these excuses of why they can’t hang out, and that’s bc they wanna be a lone with their feelings. They’ll try to suppress it at first because there’s just no sign that you like them back, no indication of you even feeling anything romantic towards them, and it kills them…

• I honestly see this person suffering alone from it. They’ve got all this worry and bad energy and it’s not even your fault, so the energy is just going inwards. They can’t express it- they don’t even want to verbally acknowledge it bc they’re THAT sensitive to the fact that they like you and the potential of you not liking them back. It’s really just their own mind and doubts being the bad guy

• why is this happening in a car? 😳 you might have to conjure up a little ruse to get them in one place bc they are definitely avoiding you

• I’m really getting the feeling that you were oblivious. Like it had NOT occurred to you once that they could’ve had feelings for you. The most you would’ve thought of your relationship with them is a friendship

• ^^ bc ngl a prominent portion of this group think the fs is too good for them, like out of their league—both in physical and status

• they could be tall and wear glasses, or fit and good facial bone structure

• if you mention another person (that you could possibly interested in) they’ll purse their lips and play up that they’re happy for you (but trust me, it’s fake as hell and you’ll see it). Like they won’t even be able to hold a real smile bc they’re already hurt by the possibilities. OR they just go quiet and say “oh, really?” *looks down, hands in pockets* if you’re both standing up. If you’re one of the oblivious bunch, you’ll notice their tone change but you won’t understand what’s wrong. (there’s also a split amount of you that would ask what’s wrong and others that won’t)

• BUUUT there’s also a handful of fs in this pile that will look down at their feet, hands in pockets, maybe even wearing a beanie, and will avoid your eyes while passive aggressive shooting down the other person. For example, if you compliment this other person, they’ll quietly be like “well, they’re not THAT good…”

• if you’re not giving any signs STILL? then this person will try to suppress their feelings even more and will start going on dates again. this person isn’t the most optimistic when it comes to this—which I can’t blame them for bc I think you treat them TOO much like a friend or family and joke around too casually with them that they think it’s permanently stuck like that—EVEN THO you haven’t even rejected them. there’s also a chance you’d never even friendzoned them. Perhaps when you two were younger, you were like “ewww 🤮🤮🤮” to the prospect, but now that things are different, you’re not totally opposed to it…maybe it’s crossed your mind once or twice, but you didn’t think much of it really…

•hella puppy vibes from this person tho. either they look the part or act it

•I feel kind of sad for your fs only bc some of you could friendzone them or at least have given off that vibe to them. you would go out to events with this person, even 1-on-1 and not even think of it romantically while your person is feeling this one-sided love

• it’s up to you guys if you want to date this person or not, but if you do, they will literally do EVERYTHING for you- esp the planning

• very strong cold weather, scarves, hot drinks, cold region

•this person tries to invite you out often

• i will also mention, this pile is more likely to date this person than pile 3 is to date theirs

• if you do end up dating, in the beginning stage of this relationship, they’re just shy as hellllll and you’re like “what? 😃” when you catch them staring at you — in the beginning stage, they’re prone to laughing/giggling a lot when yall make eye contact and looking away so you don’t see how flustered they are

• you could be an extrovert OR if not, you just really enjoy being around this person. their personality and presence balances out yours

• you might be unsure of what you want in a romantic partner, open to different cultures/people, kind of in your own world(?) —> like not fixated on one thing or it’s easy for you to get caught up with multiple projects/easily distracted and this person keeps track of you/keeps you grounded

• if you figure out that they have feelings for you, you’ll start to feel bad for not seeing it earlier, you’ll start to hella ruminate about it and the more you think abt them, the cuter and more appealing they seem to you

Points of Interest: infj? overthinker for sure, introvert but still good with people, the color gold, “we’re just hanging out,” going to dinner often, getting mistaken for a couple, 7:43 pm, *shrugs* “idk maybe” (from your side), unwarranted sass (from both sides), no hookups—this person wants a genuine relationship with you, “you have shit taste in love interests”(lmfao???), car fights, “wifey” *takes Snapchat selfie while sitting in the passenger seat with the more feminine energy driving*(…nah listen, if the more masc energy be saying this? dude is immediately submissive), curly hair or FLUFFY hair, lots of thick hair, you make this person feel like a kid…like you bring them back to when they didn’t have to worry about jobs and taxes, financial stability, maturity, miscommunication, amusement park dates, trench coats, “I’m feeling kind sick. Sorry 😞”, excuses, excuses, excuses, “why haven’t you been answering my texts?”, catching them try to shamelessly avoid you at the parking at their workplace, going to movies with this person and them treating it like a date (even when you don’t see it that way), when will they make an actual move??

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Pile 2. “What are you looking at?”

• yooo have you been to this person’s house before? 😳👀

•idk if you realize this pile 2, but if it was just the two of you, alone, with some dimmed down lights and faint jazz in the background? it could get down and dirty real quick. but only if you’re not sober and not a stubborn person. otherwise, this person isn’t who you’d initially think of as spouse-material

• I’m pretty sure this person has thought abt it before. 200% sure. Not sure if you’ve caught this, but they check you out a lot. They’ve had their eyes on you for a while…

• idk if they’re a huge flirt or just really gives off sensual vibes, but this person is hot…damn

• something about their eyes. They always look so sensual? Or they look really seductive? They’ve got *those* eyes ykwim? They’re also very laidback so that adds to their sexiness

• I think I lot of people wanna sleep with this person, so you’re in an unsaid “competition” — or at least the people around you see it as such. you might get a few dirty looks or sneaky glances your way from jealous people and it’s honestly tiring. you won’t care but it’s just an extra bug on your shoulder

• an issue tho is that you could find this person untrustworthy or not ready for commitment. they’re just hot AND THEY KNOW IT, so if someone asks them for a piece, they’ll easily give themselves — BUT what you don’t know is that a lot of the fs, NOT ALL, in this pile are very picky with who they want

• if you’re smart, this person could tease you for it. only bc they find it super sexy tho. You’re not exactly friends, just acquaintances/partners in business? People who know of each other because of mutual things or people. They know you secretly want them tho even if you try to keep composure

• I’m sure a lot of this pile thinks this person is conceited as hell or you could even cringe at how they are, and you wouldn’t admit in front of them (not even to yourself) that you do find them attractive

• if you’re stubborn, possess a lot of self control, or perhaps hold yourself and others to a standard, maybe it’s just hard for people to get into your pants in general—but this person will like that. they think you have substance to you and you’re not like the rest

• This person likely has a bunch of yes-men around them. It’s a pretty privilege thing

• pretty mysterious and even prettier eyes

• smth about those eyes man… you’d blow up if you look too long or steam might start coming outta your ears

• a lotttt smarter than they play out to be

• if you’ve never been with this person sexually, they’d be so down. if you’ve hooked up once, they’d hit you up again

• even tho this person seems noncommittal, once they commit, they REALLY do

• this person might be wealthy or has grown up in an affluent space

• OR they’ve grown up playing sports

•I don’t think they view people as “pawns” necessarily. I think you perceive them as super popular but in reality, they only consider a handful of friends, real friends. this person isn’t dumb and they know who kisses their ass

•your deviance will intrigue them. not conforming to what they want and what the people around them are like. you do what you want and they like that. they like that you also don’t settle for less.

•but I have to say, these people don’t chase. If you end up with this person, it’s bc you grew the balls to ask them out and they, impressed, agreed to it. Outside, they LOOK the same- like carry the same expression on dates, but inside, they know there’s something more to you

• it’s most likely an ego thing. They don’t do the asking out if you’re someone minding your own business

• both of you guys have an ego thing tho. This person beats you by a smidge but you think they get too much credit for just…existing.

• they’re thinking how people usually try to get with them, but bc you haven’t yet, that kind of…tugs their attention a bit. (Their spirit doesn’t want me to make it obvious that they’re lowkey affected by it lmfaoo). It’ll hang in the back of their mind, yes, but it’s not something they think about randomly in the middle of the day

• this person has found or will find success early in life…in their 20s or even before. Some of it may be due to their looks getting them the opportunities, but they haven’t done modeling. At least, not for the sake of modeling. I don’t think it’s an interest of theirs. Heavy on business person tho or someone pursuing a profession in business/finance/economics

• this person’s jaw is nicely shaped. they don’t have too much fat around their jaw

• weirdly, they can be smart for their age. I think they feel a bit of pressure from being praised for so long for looking so good that they have to perform at that same level

• there will be chances for you to actually speak to them regularly, but they will seldom make the first move. they want you to pursue so it doesn’t hurt their ego. if they can’t take it anymore, they’ll approach you (preferably at an event or somewhere where youre kind of…disillusioned? stood up, standing alone somewhere feeling insecure abt something…not in the right state of mind/unbalanced mind

•i’m not getting too many extroverts here. high chance a lot of you are introverted and would rather not be at this event. you either pushed yourself to be here or you HAD to be here. the people at this kind of event are not for you…you don’t like a lot of them and some of them feel the same towards you. you don’t care too much tho (maybe a little but not to the point where it hurts your self esteem)

Points of Interest: suits, symmetrical face, blessed features, POSSIBLY MIXED RACE, hazel colored hair, brown or tan skin, hair that compliments skin color, eyes with soul, kinky as hell, realllly good looking, switch in bed, there’s a lot of emphasis on this person’s looks, “don’t try to fight it,” 50 shades of grey (😂?!?), “if you want me, just say so”, any slow Chris Brown song, some fs here has stubble, laidback, single hand in pocket, isn’t scared to make eye contact with you, will leave a conversation with their friend midway to talk to a potential lover/partner in bed interest, zayn malik is not leaving my brain, very slow and sensual vibe, the color black or darker shades, tons of eye fucking (from them to you), intense gaze and especially intense eyes (the staring into your soul type, full of desire and curiosity type), black clothing, mysteriousness, unable to look away, intj vibes

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Pile 3. Best friends forever.

• This one feels more sad than the other piles bc it’s just straight up unrequited love (from you). they’ve got the fattest crush going on but you may not feel the same way.

• ^^ damn yeah…i’m getting a mixed bag for this. some of you are open towards it but the other half of you are really not interested

• This person has to have started out as a friend first and then started making subtle, almost too subtle and friendly, gestures that they’re interested in you

• similar to pile 1, you won’t be able to tell that they like you. UNLESS, they get super (very obviously) shy when asking you to go somewhere with them, like a movie or something — and you’ll be able to tell with the stuttering and head scratching and fidgeting, might struggle to make eye contact but will try

• ^^^ The biggest distinction between this pile and pile 1 is that this person is a full on FRIEND. pile 1 is more of friends that fell apart and are reconnecting, while not considered to be a part of your friend group or close friends. in pile 3, there’s an obvious disconnect, like some kind of veil between you two, and it’s really bc they only see you, but to you, this person is a ghost. someone that you really only feel platonic towards.

• they could be soft spoken or has a very… “non-aggressive” voice when speaking to you specifically

• tries to send you funny stuff or make conversation on text — 50/50 answering you right away bc they don’t wanna seem desperate/obvious, but they’ll remember to respond in the same day

• i think they hold back a lot tbh. like they have to sling back to composure whenever you’re around

• stares at you a lot in a group setting

• this person is sooooo similar to pile 1, but more…masochistic? lmfao I mean as in…wanting to be around you even when they know that they don’t have a chance or even after you’d straight up rejected them

• to be honest, there’s a chance you don’t like them that way because of their looks? the personality is perfectly fine but they’re not the type of person you’d go for if you’re looking for someone super attractive (this might be a bit harsh, but maybe a big part of why you’re comfy around them is bc they’re not someone that has model type looks? like it makes you less nervous around them than you would be around someone crazy good looking)

• stalks your social media a lot, doesn’t look at other people. you literally occupy their mind around the clock

• some people here might date this person, only for a little time tho bc there could be someone else you’re interested in, so you end up breaking up. for everyone else, you’re just really unlikely to date this person bc they’re too far from what you consider a romantic partner

• in a monogamous relationship, these are the type of people that would forgive you and welcome you back into their lives if you cheated on them

• an extremely SMALL portion of you, and i mean very small, will actually see this person for who they are and will decide to stay with them. idk if this is out of pity, “oh it’s bc I feel bad for them 🥹”, or possible regret- like “if I don’t date this person, I might regret it”—looking at it like a missed opportunity?? if you genuinely like them and grow fond of them, it will come later and like I said, an extremely small amount of you (~99.9% nonexistent)

• in rejection, this person takes YEARS to get over it. even if they try dating someone else, they’ll think about you and will show care towards you — some will try to be less obvious like “it’s fine i’m over it 🙂‍↔️” but nah, you can feel it. at some point, you could feel annoyed about this

• there’s a small chance that they believe you’ll give them a chance after rejection so they won’t date easily—unless you end up dating someone else and they know abt it, then they’ll do the previous bullet point

Points Of Interest: emotionally masochistic bc they keep wanting to be around you even when they’re hurt (if rejected, this person NEEDS to take some months away from you. idk if they’ll do that right away or not), “nothing else to say”, “that’s okay, I can wait”, awkward, unrequited love, unbreakable loyalty, “aww you’re so sweet”, this person is super rebound energy, gets their heart broken and welcomes the heartbreaker in again, snapback, acne, crooked smile, possible mbti involved (you or them): enfj, enfp, infp, isfj, esfj

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Teddy Note: Enjoy this one guys!! As always, thank you for reading. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t :)

Teddy outtt 😎😎😎

[milf-murdock]

Your writing is literally phenomenal - sincerely, someone who just binged your entire masterlist!! 💗 If you’re interested in this, I’d love to see dark!simon doting on reader when she’s finally pregnant 🤭 I’m sure he’d wait on her hand and foot, soothing and comforting her, but also being so smug because he’s literally a mastermind who’s been planning this for ages

Thank you so much for the kind words, love 🥹🥹 Comments like this mean the world to me and inspire me so much to keep writing 🖤

I fucking loooooooved this ask. When I tell you my brain was instantly just braining. However, I must be fully honest with you 😔 This is so fucking soft. Just. Wildly. Absurdly. Tooth-rottingly sweet. It turns out once dark!Simon actually gets her pregnant he just melts into the sweetest softie ever (shh don't tell anyone). Thinking about writing another part that's filthy smut with dark!Simon and his pregnant girl but I was just so excited about this fluff I wanted to share it lemme know if anyone would want to see that tho

Anyways, here's Simon helping her with morning sickness, Simon hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and Simon feeling them kick for the first time 🥺

Warnings: pregnancy, female reader, mentions of doctors offices, morning sickness, vomiting

Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 (NSFW) can be found here

Simon’s eyes blinked open as he registered your movements. The sound of your footsteps on the floor echoed through the room as you raced to the bathroom. His response was automatic as he rose out of bed, blinking the last dregs of sleep away as he followed your steps to find you kneeling on the cool tile in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the porcelain bowl. It seemed more often than not your mornings started this way. With no hesitation he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling your hair up and away from your face into a loose pony tail held in his hand. His other hand rubbed soothing circled on your back, gently stroking up and down as he murmured soothing words. 

“I’m sorry, love. ’M sure this bit’s almost over.” 

As if on cue, you wretched once more into the bowl and Simon grimaced at his own poor timing. With a gasp you laid your head on your forearm against the toilet seat, eyes closed while you struggled to catch your breath, one hand rising up to flush the contents down the drain. Simon released your hair and rose to grab a cloth from the cupboard, running it under cool water and wringing it out. 

“Remember, doc said this was all completely normal. Good even, really.” Simon’s voice was nearly as comforting as the cool washcloth he pressed against the back of your neck. “Means the baby is developing and your body’s changing and whatnot.” You finally raised your head up, taking the cloth from Simon and running it over your face. 

“Yeah, still fucking sucks though,” you muttered before leaning back into Simon, his strong arms wrapping around you to pull you into him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as one hand snaked down to rest against your abdomen. 

“It’ll pass, babe.” Simon pressed another kiss to your temple. “Besides, you’re still stunning.” 

You raised your head off his chest, shooting him the most menacing glare you could muster. “Not in the mood for your sarcasm, Si,” you grumbled. 

Simon brushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Not sarcasm, babe. I mean it. You’re glowing.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at the edges of your lips. “Whatever, you’re gettin’ soft.” 

“Don’t I know it,” Simon agreed, pressing another kiss to your cheek before rising and helping you off the floor. “Come on, I’ll go make us a tea.”

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It was a well known fact that Simon hated hospitals. And doctors. And, well, really any kind of medical setting. Simon shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to your exam bed. The sterile smell of medical suite was practically burning his nostrils. His leg bounced up and down at a rapid pace, one hand gripped tight on his knee and the other gripping yours in a similar hold. He looked around the room, taking in all the infographic posters explaining the various stages of pregnancy, health adverts, and more.

“Si.” Your gentle tone pulled Simon from his thoughts, his eyes drifting back to your face. “Relax,” you reminded him softly. “It’s okay. I’m here with you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. His eyes drift from yours down to your abdomen. He swore you were beginning to show, just the barest hint of a swell to your belly. 

There was a knock at the door and then the friendly technician entered, introducing herself to you and Simon before placing a paper drape over your lap and having you lay back. You shifted your shirt up whilst she set up for the ultrasound, giving Simon an excited smile as you settled in.

“Oh that’s warm,” you commented as the tech squeezed a light gel onto your bare skin. 

“Yeah, we have a little warmer we keep it in, just something to help make the mum’s a bit more comfortable,” she commented as she started pressing the wand to your belly. 

Simon’s eyes flicked to the screen, the waves of black and grey indecipherable as the tech  moved around your stomach. 

“Ah, there we go. See? Right….here.” The nurse tapped to a black shape on the screen as she pressed the wand a little deeper into your skin. “There’s your baby.” She tapped a few buttons on her keyboard, taking a picture. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, but Simon couldn’t even get a word out. His own heart was racing so fast, his eyes staring at the screen, taking it all in. His baby. There were no words to adequately describe the pure joy, excitement, and absolute terror he was feeling. Y

You and Simon clung to each other, your joined hands serving as a lifeline for you both, tethering you to this moment. You and Simon each hold your breath, unsure what you’re waiting for. 

And then there’s a whoosh, and the sound of a steady heartbeat fills the room. Tears instantly filled your eyes. “Oh my god, Si,” you whispered. “That’s their heartbeat.” 

Simon’s own eyes were misty as he took it all in. “Yeah, babe. That’s our baby.” He blinked the tears away, internally urging himself to keep it together. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “There they are.” 

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Simon was upstairs tackling the crib that he had been so fucking sure he didn’t need the fucking instructions for, only to find out that the damn pieces weren’t locking into place the way they were supposed to. “Bloody hell,” he growled, tearing through the mess of cardboard and styrofoam to find where he had tossed aside that bloody manual. 

A shout from downstairs had him freezing in place, his blood running cold as the bottom dropped out of his stomach. 

“Simon! Come here! Quick!” You shouted from your place on the couch, urgency in your voice. 

Simon dropped the drill to the floor, racing down the hall and flying down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry him. His mind spiraled, thinking through doctor’s numbers, fastest route to the hospital, or should he call an ambulance? No, he was positive he could drive faster. He rounded the corner, eyes wide and fixed on you. 

“What’s wrong? What’s happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” His questions rushed out like word vomit as he strode to your side. He dropped to one knee, a protective hand resting on your pronounced bump, eyes flitting from you to your stomach. 

“What?” You asked, brows furrowing in confusion at the panic-stricken man panting before you. “No, I’m fine Si, just…here…feel,” you commanded, grabbing his hand and moving it to the lower left side of your stomach. “Wait for it…” you muttered. Simon was still trying to calm his racing heart, trying to take in the fact that you seemed perfectly fine. In fact, if anything, you seemed slightly annoyed. 

“Darling, what—” 

“Shhh!” You snapped. “Wait for it.” 

And then Simon felt it. A little force pressing against his hand, a fleeting sensation that was over as soon as it started. 

Simon’s eyes widened. “Was that?” 

“Mmhmm,” you squealed with a smile. 

“They kicked,” Simon laughed, pure awe on his face. He pressed his hand a little harder against your swollen mound, moving his hand just slightly to the right. He lowered his face to your stomach. “Come on, love, let’s see that again.” As if on cue, he felt a swift kick to his palm. Your laugh mingled with Simon’s as the radiant joy overtook you both. 

“He likes your voice,” you commented, smiling down at your bump and placing your hand atop Simon’s. 

“Of course she does,” Simon teased back. You weren’t finding out the gender in advance, wanting to be surprised. You each had your own suspicions though. At the sound of his voice, another kick hit his palm, harder than both the previous ones, causing you to wince. “Oi,” Simon jokingly chided, giving a stern look to your bump. “Take it easy on your mum. She’s working hard to grow you nice and strong.” Another strong kick. 

“Looks like we have a future football star on our hands,” you commented was you rubbed a hand against your sore swollen side. 

“Maybe they’ll play for Man U.” Simon pressed a kiss to your bump, right where the last kick was before rising off the floor to sit next to you on the couch. His lips found yours, kissing you with a fierceness that took your breath away. “Thank you, love.” His voice was soft as he pulled back from the kiss. “For this. For all of it. This is the greatest gift.” 

[gay-dorito-dust]

Please what about Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x shyreader x ex!Billy Batson? the adopted daughter and well known superhero/protege of the only Wonder Woman where the gods & Zeus gifted his adopted granddaughter powers & weapons. Jaime deeply in love with her tho they’re dating, fluffy. https://pin.it/37REnv4

Bonus: her, Damian Wayne and Jon Kent being bestie trio. Jaime, Jon & her being fliers trio

Things between you and Billy didn’t work out (bummer) and so came the joint decision to call it quits. Enough said.

Damien wanted to get rid of Billy permanently but had to be talked down from actively doing so by you and Jon, telling him how that wouldn’t be necessary and that all you needed was some time and comfort from your dearest friends. Yet in Damien’s eyes, the offer to be rid of Billy was still very much on the table.

All you have to do was just say the word and he’ll dispose of Billy for you.

Now did it hurt? Yeah naturally, but you were back on your feet within record time just in time to for whispers of a new hero by the name of Blue Beetle found itself reaching you and your friends ears.

So after a long winded debate amongst yourselves you, a begrudging Damien and Jon decided to indulge your curiosity and set off to meet up with the newest hero on the block; Which -whether you were aware of it at the time- happened to lead you into meeting your now boyfriend, Jaime Reyes.

Khaji-Da would probably think you and Jon as potential threats, completely dismissing Damien at first until being proven wrong for underestimating him. Kinda like;

Khaji-Da upon first meeting Damien: what’s this sassy lost child?

Whereas now the Scarab would then constantly forewarn Jaime of Damien’s presence whenever he was spending quality time with you.

Damien is just watching out for you in the only way he knows how and Jon happens to get himself caught into it more often then not at this point but has proven to be just as defensive over you as Damien in some instances.

Khaji-Da: Jaime, I sense a threatening presence behind you.

Jaime: who- *looks over his shoulder to see Damien just stood there menacingly as Jon brightly smiled from beside him, being none the wiser.* oh. I see what you mean now.

Jon: he’s nice, isn’t he Damien.

Damien, sharpening his sword whilst keeping his eyes on Jaime and you : hmmm

Jon: jaime and y/n are cute together.

Damien: hmmm

With that kind of out of the way, let’s move forward and focus on your’s and Jaime’s relationship because honestly it’s tooth rottingly sweet.

First off Jaime will always, and I mean always, look at you as though it was the first time he was seeing you after you, Damien and Jon assisted him in battle. It was a wide doe eyed look filled with awe, wonder, admiration and immediate infatuation that pre-relationship you often found it adorable how hard Jaime tried to find the time where you weren’t being tailed by either Damien or Jon or both of them together, just so he could spend some alone time with you.

When he did manage to catch you alone, it always ended the exact same with Jaime walking you back, lending you his hoodie when he noticed your lack of warm clothing, smiling to himself when he saw you muzzle yourself deeper into his warmth that had transferred over to the hoodie. Before proceeding to pushing the hoodie back into your hands when you tried to give it back to him; Not so subtly hinting at you that you should give it back to him the next time he sees you as he wished you a goodnight as he heads back home with images of your sweet smile locked within his head, all the while a dopey grin spread across his face as khaji-Da comments on his ever growing fondness towards you.

This type of shit never stopped even long after you started dating, if anything it only became more rampant to the point where your cheeks would be hurting from all the smiling Jaime had you doing because that’s the effect he had on you and you loved it more then anything. It was a breath of fresh air to be in love once more and to get to be in love with Jaime Reyes was a blessing sent from the gods, it was almost as though you were in a honeymoon phase of your own when you were with Jaime, you felt alight with him as he did with you and that in of itself is beautiful.

Love is beautiful.

You honestly didn’t think you’d get back into a relationship since Billy but you were glad that you were wrong because Jaime brought you to life, you were able to breath and be yourself with Jaime without shame of who might be looking and you hoped that’s how he felt with you, because you wanted him to be just as comfortable with you as you did with him. And he did. Jaime felt all that you felt with him but tenfold, he loved love and he loved being in love with you. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been dating for because Jaime would always feel as though he’s falling in love with you with each and every day.

Cliche as that might seem but it was the gods honest truth! Jon and Damien couldn’t ignore that fact either given how they could read you like a book due to how long you’ve been friends. You’ve never looked happier then you did when you were with Jaime and vice versa.

You’d hold hands whenever you felt convenient, giggling away with one another as the brightest smiles spread across your faces, completely and utterly lost within one another to the point where it seemed that the only thing that either of you could hear was the sound of each other’s childlike chuckles and voices that tasted as sweet as ambrosia.

*You and Jaime being cute and shit*

Damien: 😑😒🤢

Jon: 🤩☺️🥹

Bonus content based off a video I saw:

Jaime, siting next to you: don’t look now but I think that guy in the seat opposite you has a thing for you.

You: ???

*Jaime, then rushes himself to sit in the empty seat opposite you, smilingly widely as he stares at you.*

You: 🥺☺️🥰 Aww Jaime!

Jon: Aww jaime!

Damien: I think I’m going to puke-

[prototypelq]

A bit late but Lucia for the ask game?

Ohoho, gladly!

Lucia, my underappreciated and beloved!)))

This one's sadly going to be short, cause, well. There is not much we have on Lucia at all.

favourite thing about them:

I admit, I am a sucker for her overall design and style. Of course, I also cherish her bravery, kindness and duty, but. Her visual design is just. So Good. and I am weak for redheads

To add to that, I love how her DT form pioneered the 'angelic' design and vision in DMC! It suits her perfectly, and I definitely love how dmc4 and Nero's DT in dmc5 doubled down on that foundation.

Also, we don't have that much of Lucia, which is good for female characters in Capcom games, they are safer than way.

least favourite thing about them:

We don't have that much of Lucia(((

(tho I am grateful for her small inclusion in the pre-dmc5 novel, it was very welcome and I love the idea of her keeping an eye out for Dante when she can)

favourite line

I'll be honest, besides the obvious 'Dante told me...Devils never cry!" I can't even FIND more quotes from her...this is tragic

bOTP

Her and Trish! I think them interacting might be therapeutic for both - both are afraid of losing themselves to their demonic nature, however their stories are inversed, so they can complementary support each other. I also just genuinely think they could hit it off nicely, and be besties power duo.

Though I can also see their similarities driving them away from each other, cause that's the mature thing every character in this fandom usually does.

Lucia would adore Patty and vice versa)

OTP

Dante/Lucia. They could be like, so unbelievably sweet. That stuff in entirely AU though, while I could envision a way Vergil/Lady might work out post DMC5, I can't see any way of Dante/Lucia happening in canon.

Outside of canon, I think they could be tooth-rottingly sweet. It's all very optional though.

nOTP thankfully she has no relatives to be shipped with, amiright?

random headcanon

She likes wine and trying out different kinds of it. Same as Vergil, for some reason I think she'd enjoy pottery. Also drawing, I think Matier tried her best to make Lucia interested in art and drawing lessons were part of that.

unpopular opinion none

song I associate with them

Like. I know they are very different, but it cannot be just coincidence that we have Two sidesweep redheads with tan skin and accent right???

anyway, they have nothing in common besides that (...or more like we don't have any canon info on either of them to find any similarities), buuuut I do really like Mistral's battle track, and some lines certainly could ring true for Lucia as well, so yeah.

favourite picture of them

Every picture of Lucia is my favourite picture of Lucia, However. This Fanart. It is somehow even more perfect than her original design. Which I never thought was possible.

[percervall]

hi mar, was just thinking about how our favourite boys would spend Valentine’s Day. would love your thoughts on who would fit these categories:

- romantic, tooth-rottingly sweet / big gestures

- chill and sincere (handmade cards, home cooked meal)

- kinky and filthy (tries out new things 👀)

- forgot about the day itself / not bothered

Oooh 👀 I love this question! Gonna put my answers under the read more because it'll be a long list

Romantic

I can see Darwin being like this, getting flowers delivered to your work etc

Charles, the man loves love and is a romantic at heart

Pierre, too. He'd show just how French he is (although I think it'd be more empty promises and shallow gestures. That man is the biggest red flag)

Leon. Now, I don't think he'd go for the stereotypical rom-com grand gesture, but he'd make sure you know how much he loves you

Chill & sincere

Thiago. He'd probably get the kids involved with making you a card and make your favourite dish for dinner

I think Antoine would be the same way

Carlos would definitely block out the entire evening to just spend time together, cosied up at home

Rodrigo De Paul. I think he'd be a combination of this and romantic. The man's a simp for his girl. He'd order your favourite take out and cuddle up on the couch wearing matching sweats

Kinky & filthy

Dusan. He would 100% ask you for your fantasy bucket list on a random Tuesday in January and help you live those out come February 14

Same applies to Dominik. You wanna do roleplay? He is all in

I can also see Lewis fall in this category, but again, I also think he'd be a mixture

Not bothered

Lando would just completely forget about it. Not because he doesn't care, but because the car launch takes up all the space in his brain. He'd make it up tho, somehow

Mats. Now, I don't think it's not caring, but the two of you don't attach much value to the day. He shows you he loves you everyday and doesn't need a separate day to do so.

curious to hear your thoughts!

[cielospeaks]

short review of g f

so sevil part 2 event!!!!! hoo boy this one was actually really surprising (in a good way). like honestly

so im just kinda gonna list things

-the new friend (galanthalus i think?) gosh he gave me the biggest turnaround. like his story started out with ??? narrator who is uneasily calm in a heckscape with gratuitous ultraviolence and 99.9 percent of the time in this game that means that ??? is going to be the stereotypical "ow the edge unhinged uncaring murderous nonhuman something from another world" (ie the imposter girl from the ninetales events, morgan, etc. you know the cringe gratuitous violence scenerey chewing and not in a good way villans that this game keeps having to try and stop ppl from liking them more than the protagonists but it never works). but then the turnaround reveal that it was just a kid who was trapped in the sword for being not human and had been tortured and overlooked by everyone for centuries just bc he suited their needs? the biggest turnaround. and that the ??? who was talking to him/answering his questions wasnt a condescending big bad but keral who stayed to keep him company out of kindness????? and that both her and krel kinda let him be their child they never had and want to let him go back and live in the world?????? bro......

anyways tldr galan was a very pleasant surprise writing wise and i support him. also he lowkey reminds me of idunn and i dig that so much

-the arc of the main trio! ofc it was very depressing but im glad they didnt go for an ending where "everyone survives everything is fine uwu!" bc i feel like that sort of thing, tho it could happen bc of how op the main cast is, it would make all their suffering and pain feel trivialized and thrown out, and itd make me hate the main cast more (they already made themselves dislikable enough imo, with them guilting sevil to stay towards the middle just bc they didnt want him to leave, with no thoughts abt how hed feel. and that being said i love that the reason he stayed was to help galan, not bc he was guilt tripped into it). like it is really sad what happened, esp to krel at the very end, but it did feel conclusive which was nice (please no sequel. this was a good ending. we dont need a sequel to ruin it, i am looking directly at the knights and perfetto events. and maybe a sideye at the robomi ones for the unnecessary prophecy stuff)

-the side character development! like despite the angst, it all felt very organic (with sevil's story already having that old timey gin tama-ey feel it all seemed to make sense in the setting and not come across as cringe or insensitive angst). esp bc we didnt know a lot abt the characters in the first event, as they werent playable and didnt appear that much (they didnt even get journal entries either smh). so hearing more abt their backstories made them feel a lot more fleshed out. it was sweet seeing them stay to help w galan also, i do wish they were playable tho but it does make sense theyd be npcs

-have not seen gacha sevils story but im hoping its good! itd easily put him with caro and main gacha sturm of characters id really want (not to mention limited studra too ofc)

-and ofc. from kisumiverse side, i feel like kisumi is trying to resist the urge to punch danchou and co. in the face the whole time, while trying to be supportive of sev. who, to be utterly fair, is so wrapped up in his problems he doesnt necessarily notice kisu until towards the end. kisu doesnt want him to apologise as she sees that it isnt his fault, just asks him to take care of himself, and he realizes that he has a genuine alive friend in kisumi. its just a fun "friends dealing with grief and loss and the cycle of grief together" story.

-and then theres also the ending trope which is actually like tooth rottingly cute. "my sister and brother in law died and left behind a child that i am raising alongside my best friend" for some like slice-of-life hallmark movie angst-with-a-happy-ending. like literally. i feel like the sevil + galan + kisumi (w the father daughter too bc theyre cool) could be the casts in some heartwarming family movie or something

anyways this event, easy 9/10. maybe even 10/10. like i dont think g f could have a better event. zodicas was eh (playable ragazzo was easily the best part), knights was really meh, dont talk to me abt the perfetto one, i honestly dont mind no robomi bc the last one had elements i dont care for, everything else was just really bad except the really middle of the road collab and the slightly not so bad but also not impactful one w the grimmir squad. but yea this event is easily the best that theyve had in the last few years

[johnmarstoned]

If requests are still open, can I request an ArthurxReader where she is independent, can hunt, cook, and kill and never really thought of being married or having a relationship because she has very little patience for people but somehow, Mr. Morgan changes that and she doesnt like it so she tries to fight it and of course, she loses and falls for him? Or something like that? But cuter? Lol please and thank you!

Oh god, I got so into this story to the point I want to make it like an extended thing, but I’ve kept it kind of short here (by my standards).

I put the reader outside the gang for a change on this one. ❤️

The first time we met I’d been having a cigarette on my little wood porch, looking out over my homestead at dusk and trying to figure out what direction I could hear gunfire coming from. Before I knew it, the fool was leaping my fence and stumbling through wet muck and bringing a whole heap of trouble with him.

He didn’t even see me until he got up on the porch, pressing his back up against the house, sweating something awful.

“I’m sorry ma’am I-”

“You’re going to get your goddamn head blown off if you don’t get off my property in five seconds.” I unholstered my pistol and aimed it at him, and he’d put up his hands.

“You from round these parts?” He was still panting for breath, looking round the house in the direction he’d run from. “You know them Lemoyne Raiders?”

That made me lower my gun.

“Not been round here long, but I’ve had dealings with them bastards. What you do to ‘em?”

“That’s a bit of a long story, be honest with you, all’s you need to know is, they’re after shootin’ me right now and my horse bucked me and ran off with my guns.”

“Hey! Son of a bitch ran over here!” A voice in the trees called, and that was my decision made.

“Well, if we’re shootin’ Lemoyne Raiders, you better go in and grab my rifle. You a good shot?”

“I’m not terrible, ma’am.” He’d looked surprised, but jumped into action.

Looking back, our first meeting being us standing side by side, fending off nine Lemoyne raiders with nothing more than my revolver and a rusty old rifle had been pretty fitting. It helped us get to know each other, in a way, seeing how the other was in action, seeing how we worked under pressure.

I knew he’d liked me from the off, he’s not the best of keeping his feelings off his face, and I’d seen that sparkle in his eye and that smile on the corner of his lips when I’d wiped off my brow and introduced myself.

“Arthur Morgan.” He’d said. “That was so damn fine shootin’ there, ma’am.” 

“I’m not married and I’m a little young to be a ‘ma’am,’ don’t ya think?”

“Apologies, Miss.” 

Next day, he’d brought me a supplies from town in thanks, given I lived a good way from Rhodes, and I’d not known quite what to say or how to take it.

I wasn’t used to men being well, thoughtful, to me - superficially charming, sure, nice, when they felt they needed to me - but actually, really thoughtful? Bringing me bread and tinned food so I didn’t have to make the trip? That was new.

Which is probably why my response, in hindsight, hadn’t been the most polite:

“I look helpless to you?” I’d asked after inviting him in, gesturing to the deer pelt hanging in my kitchen. “What you after?”

He’d seemed to struggle to respond to that.

“Not after anything, Miss, just thought… Just wanted to thank you. Not many folks’ll shoot a guy between the eyes for you upon first meetin’.”

I’d narrowed my eyes at him, tried to gauge if he was lying, but couldn’t see it there. He didn’t feel dangerous, like a big man in my house would usually feel. I didn’t feel like I was going to have to pull the knife off my boot and fight him off at any moment. 

So he’d stayed for dinner, (because I guess I’m polite enough to offer that at least), we’d talked, it had been… nice. Really nice.

The next time we saw each other was in Rhodes, in the Parlour House. It pained me to be around those inbred hicks, but I’d run low on stocks, and needed a stiff drink. I wasn’t sure why it made me feel the way it did when I spotted him come in - all broad shouldered and thick chested, smiling, making some joked to the gangly, bedraggled man he came in with. 

I threw back my whiskey. Because hell, I’d been attracted to men before, of course; I wanted them, had them, moved on. But I’d never had this, this fluttery, nervous feeling in my stomach that almost made me slip out the back before he saw me.

I didn’t, because I’m not a ‘slip out the back’ type of girl. I walked up to him, greeted him and his friends, asked him what he was doing round here and listened to him make up an answer that attempted to cover the fact that he was so obviously an outlaw.

We kissed that night, after he’d had a couple whiskeys of his own, round the back of the building with his hand on my back and mine in his hair.

Not long after that, he came across me in the woods, on the trail of a hog that would keep me in meat for weeks, and I’d been sure that once he’d seen me up to my elbows in blood and guts, he’d surely see I wasn’t the type of woman you went steady with and never turn up again. But he’d smiled at me then too, swiped my hair out of my face to kiss my lips and helped me get the beast up on my horse. 

Then, it had been a couple of weeks, and I’d become antsy and annoyed that he wasn’t knocking on my door again, and that’s when I began to realise what I was feeling, that this wasn’t just that I wanted him to come over and have me already - I wanted more than that.

When he did finally show up on my door, I kissed him before I said hello, I pulled him into my bedroom and took down my hair, I got him naked, because I needed to see if that body cut as attractive a picture without clothes as it did with (it did), and I did the same, and rode him until we were both pink-skinned, and sweating, and he’d mumbled, rough-voiced with pleasure:

“God, you’re the most beautiful thing I ever seen.” And I’d desperately bit my lip as not to tell him I loved him, like some kind of fool.

And he hadn’t left when he’d finished inside me either, he’d stayed, pulled me to his chest and kissed my hair, stayed all night, stayed for breakfast.

After that, it seemed like he was back every time he had a chance, and I was always so happy to see him that my heart would race as soon as I heard the hooves of his horse come up my path. 

Arthur told me about who he was, what he did for a living, who he worked with, and it made me happy to be trusted like that.

He took me to Saint Denis, once, made me giggle at how fancy everyone dressed and acted, bought me a prime rib and took me to a show.

I nearly said it then, too, ‘I love you.’ But I couldn’t, because I’m no fool to try and keep a man like that, to care if he might love me back and to think I might have to sacrifice any part of myself to have him.

Not like he’s asked me to, he tells me a lot, that he likes me just the way I am, that he likes me because I am the way that I am.

Now, we’re sitting by the water a little while away from Clemens Point, me on my belly, head resting on my hand while I watch the bluegill jump out the surface occasionally, and glancing at Arthur sitting cross legged in front of me, sketching in his journal, which he says he doesn’t usually like to do in front people. It’s all so sweet and soft, and I can’t believe how much I enjoy it.

“I love you, you know?” He says, and I look at him, and wouldn’t be sure he’d even said it if he wasn’t looking right at me. “Never thought I was the settlin’ down type, but I don’t know…” He runs his hand over his mouth and looks over the water, like he’s trying to find the words. “You make me think I might be.”

My throat feels uncomfortably dry all of a sudden, and my stomach flips over. I’m frozen. I’m not talking.

“I - you -” I swallow and can’t meet his eye. “Thank you, Arthur.”

He laughs dryly, and looks at me in slight disbelief. “Thank you?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” I say defensively and sit up, flushing red. “You’re talking about settling down and you love me but… I… We’re not those types, Arthur, I live alone for a reason, you know? I’m not easy to deal with.”

“Oh, I know that, trust me.” He’s still smiling at me in amusement, like this isn’t hard for him at all.

“Then, go profess your love to a proper lady in a skirt and perfume.” I say, like the idea of that wouldn’t absolutely kill me. “You’ve seen me in polite company.”

“Who you think your talkin’ to? Lord of the manor? Rich, proper gentleman who needs a good little housewife to keep her mouth shut and do as told?” He raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you see when you look in the mirror, but you are a goddamn wild dream come true, darlin’.”  

I get that feeling in my chest again, warm and thudding, because he’s looking at me like he loves me, not just talking to me like he does.  

“Wild is about right.” I chuckle breathlessly, shaking my head at him. He shuffles closer to me on the sand and picks my hand up from my lap.

“Too right it is. Wild and beautiful and everything a man could want.”

“Arthur…” I almost want him to stop, because I cannot stand blushing. “Since when do you talk like this? You been reading poems?”

“I guess I been spendin’ too much time with Trelawny.” He smiles at me and squeezes my hand. “But I don’t care if I sound like a fool, I ain’t got time to pretend any different. I’ve thought I was in love before but… weren’t nothin’ like this.”

I can see the truth of that on his face, and I can feel that urge to fight ebbing away. I can’t even remember why I’ve been fighting it.

“It’s okay if you don’t love me right now.” He says, quietly. “I just gotta know if you could.”

God, how can anybody not love this face? This man?

I swallow, and bring his hand up to my mouth, kiss his knuckles gently.

“I do love you, right now.” I say, and I can see him let out a little breath at the confession. “And I can see myself… With you… In a year, or twenty, or fifty. And that’s really, really scary for a girl that’s been on her own since she was a kid.”

“I know, sweetheart.” His hand reaches up and holds the side of my head, his thumb runs over my cheekbone and I’m so overwhelmed with emotion I feel I could cry. “But I ain’t goin’ anywhere, I’m here long as you’ll have me.”

I put my hand over his where it still rests on my face and let out a calmer breath. This feels right, it feels so right that I can’t believe it’s happening to me and I’m terrified it might get snatched away at any moment.

But he kisses me, and all that worry fades to a tiny voice that can shut up for now. Because I realise that it won’t be so bad, sharing my life with someone, so long as that someone is Arthur Morgan.  

[supercantaloupe]

it is Monday for me but i would still like to send you the ask game thing! (put this in the fridge for later) what are your top 5 beverages!

omg well. happy sleepover monday in that case anon!

oh man uhh. in no particular order. chai latte. arnold palmer (iced tea + lemonade). HIBISCUS TEA!! mulled cider. and brewed cacao (which is like hot chocolate kinda, but instead of making it with cocoa powder you brew ground cacao beans like coffee? it's rly good)

[ask meme]

[sweaterangst]

LITERALLY... even i couldnt believe i watched it all under one day sahfjahjsf haven't watch the tsuge and minato spin off tho!!! pathetic ossan and boy,,, saw notif abt the manga from marti and read the translated ver and they are. so cute and silly🥺wanted more then remembered the posts u rb'ed and binged the show till just now...😭 gay salarymen got me sacrificing my sleep fr 🥴

AKFBSJBFSJ HELPP I HOPE U GOT AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF REST???? the entire show and manga in one night... ur insane but also i Get It... TT__TT adachi and kurosawa are just so 🥺ue🥺ue.... ue... silly little gay salarymen.... i love them so much im so glad you like them too!!!

cherry magic is so cute and tooth rottingly sweet augh i've been treating it like a flavour enhancer for every other thing i'm into LOL sprinkling cherry magic au into completely unrelated fandoms (see also: cherry magic au shyan)

[ranmanjuu]

YIEEE PLATONIC MATCHUPS. Anyone who has had the misfortune to hear me mention that word, will know that I’m the biggest hoe for friendships and family stuff. So this makes me so happy 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t. Thank you sm for doing this, and remember to take care of yourself!

Personality: ENTP-T/Aquarius. I tend to be very stubborn, argumentative, and blunt, but I try to tone it down around my loved ones. I’m open minded, hardworking and passionate about the things I love, and I never shy away from a challenge. In true ENTP fashion, I’m arrogant, but aware of my own faults. I’m quite clever, but I start doubting my abilities pretty quickly.

How I act around friends: If you’re a person I like and I’ve known you for long enough to be comfortable around you, I’m a high-calibre crackhead, and a bit overbearing with my mother hen attitude. My nickname for you, depending on your comfort levels, is either an insult or some tooth-rottingly sweet name. If I haven’t known you for too long, I’m bound to be a bit more careful with my words as I’m afraid I’ll fuck smth up and make you feel uncomfortable. It takes me a long long time to be certain that you won’t drop your bags and run away after I’ve made one tiny mistake. If you’re someone that I don’t like, I’ll be the epitome of sass and smartass, but that’s only if you’re amusing enough (god I sound like a dick). Strangely enough, I’ve often come to like people like that—even becoming close friends with them—who aren’t afraid to retaliate. I like some mental spar here and there. If you don’t get upset or smth, I’ll just ignore you and be civil (unless you’re scum).

Hobbies/Interests: Dancing, baking, English literature (but really any literature), debate, history, sports.... I have too many interests and hobbies to the point of losing sight of all of them. Due to that, I have a lot of surface knowledge, so I’m pretty much a jack of all traits master on none. I’m eager to learn more things, so I don’t mind if a friend doesn’t share too many hobbies with me. Me and my best friends pretty much share none.

Pet Peeves/Things I need in a relationship: I just mentioned that me and my best friend don’t really have a common interest, but we’re able to comfortable talk about everything. It doesn’t always have to be deep talk/intellectual stuff (tho I really really really like some intellectual convos), but I need to be able to talk with you if we’re friends.

Beyond that, I’ll also need you to tell me your honest opinions, and whether anything that I do makes you uncomfortable. Communication is vv important to me.

I hope that’s enough info for you to work with. You know where to find me if you’ve got any questions 💜💜💜 take care sweets!

FUCKING SAME i’m not saying that i would rather be in a found family with everyone rather than date a, or several, warlords,, but i would rather be in a found family with everyone. it is literally my favorite shit ever

(sorry if this doesn’t fit your liking!)

i match you with. . .

— nobunaga!

you were extremely snippy with nobunaga when you first met. the moment he stepped out of the burning temple was where he, one of the great unifiers of japan, was free game to you.

you did not take kindly to him practically kidnapping you (although you had no place to stay, but hey, consent was important) which, may have led a blade to your throat in courtesy of hideyoshi, but (un)fortunately, nobunaga told him to stand down. which he did, but not without glueing a dirty look on you the entire way back.

and such continues. you were completely blunt with your feelings of him dragging you to the battlefield (it being absolute refusal). yet here you are, in front of the burning castle as its occupants spilled out.

the words you said to him, you’ve forgotten, but it was enough to render him silent. something about the distant, detached, perhaps even melancholic look in his eyes made you flinch.

and as the days progressed, it continued to haunt you. not only that, but also the news that nobunaga’s shoulder was injured from protecting you.

. . .well, maybe you went too far—

even if your respect was low enough that you didn’t care how he felt—it was still good to keep him in good terms. you didn’t want the guy in control of like the biggest clan to be iffed with you.

so you came to him in his tenshu that night. both to thank him, and apologize to him if you said something wrong.

in response, he. . .laughed?? seeing your face, equal parts irritated and confused, he bared a fiery grin, “you’ve been prudent and called me names this entire time, yet you’re apologizing if you made me uncomfortable?”

“yeah, what about it?”

your expression was now full on irritated, and he laughed again, a booming voice that echoed through the night, “no one’s ever treated me as such. you’re an interesting one, fireball.”

“can’t say the same to you. you remind me of a middle school boy who has a ‘holier than thou’ complex, except this time you’d be arrested for committing warcrimes.”

honestly you stayed not by the classic definition of “he was interesting”, but more so “the AUDACITY of this bastard. tf is he up to nexti Have to see”

on the nickname scale, definitely jabbing him in the guts deal! ofc, he’d prefer you to not use such burning nicknames in the presence of important figures, but you’ve managed your way through... backhanded and subtle ones. it’s something he picks up, and silently view as a challenge.

he’d enjoy talking about any and all interests, no matter how experted you are at those. cause even if you’re average at it, it’s all to widen his views and he enjoys hearing about things like that, even if some times he might not understand, so the fact that you know so much is definitely a topic fuel for weeks on end.

he’d also enjoy having deep convos/debating with you. not many people talk back to him, so to have someone who does and can give him new perspectives is refreshing indeed, no matter how stubborn he is.

i feel like nobunaga, as outspoken with his thoughts he may be, is... emotionally stunted, so to say. he isn’t at all going to hold back on his feelings and opinions on if you’re crossing a line or making him uncomfortable, but with more trivial matters, he might not pick up on the cues to atcually speak up his mind, so you might have to ask him first (which then would go smooth sailing i feel, cause again, he is very outspoken)

honestly? all in all, you know those friendships where you constantly but heads with each other and you seem like you cannot stand each other (you can’t), but if worst comes to it, you’ve got each others’ backs? an “i’ll kill you and i’d kill For you” type deal. sort of more rivalry siblings in a way? yeah, that.

[omg-imatotalmess]

of course !! so one time me n oli we’re going to hogsmeade and we were walkin around and he saw that this shop had new quidditch stuff for his favorite team and he got so excited his jaw literally dropped and he like tried to run over there but this dummy tripped over his own two feet and fell to the ground, took me with him and we both ended up in snow. it was ridiculous & i was freezing ✨ ANYWAy we get to the shop and he’s like lookin at all the stuff and he’s like one for me, one for you, three for me, one for you, he’s such a dork and he wants to match w like everything lmao . after he bought *hella* stuff we went back to the castle and somehow ?? he convinced the elves to let us use the kitchen so we can make cookies but he doesn’t know how so really i made the cookies lol and he sitting there being like “oh lass look at me im such a baker” EVEN THO ALL HE DID WAS ADD SUGAR):< but i was like oh yeah ol who knew you were a baker underneath all that muscle ( did he blush ? maybe). then we went to decorate them and i have no idea how but this boy managed to get frosting all over his face and he looked so cute. when i pointed it out though he was like no i don’t , but you do lass anD proceeded to smear icing all over me ):<<< it totally turned into a frosting war lol

also,, extra bc u know i love you & i live for soft oli, he got me a necklace that just says oliver 🥺 why ? you may ask ,, it’s bc “i want you to have my first name until i can give you my last name” 🥺🥺 - bug<3

I cry,,, this is so cute. This specific story makes me hella happy because I love, love, love baking. The thought of Oliver in a kitchen, not really knowing what to do but trying to help while you’re baking is so fucking adorable. I can only imagine that he’d be helpful when it came to opening things or getting stuff off high shelves but would be too impatient to actually be very good at the measuring and waiting part of baking. And a frosting war!! That would be so fun. An absolute mess, but so much fun. I like to imagine that this took place while y’all were wearing matching sweaters for his favorite team. It just seems accurate. 

Also, the necklace!! That’s so tooth rottingly sweet I can barely stand it. I would have had to marry him on the spot. Like, nope, I’ll take your last name now, sir. Let’s find Dumbledore or whoever you think might be able to officiate and get this show on the road. Things like that make me absolutely melt. Thank you, Bug!! <3

[worldwidemochiguy]

omg the serial killer! y/n and yandere! Jimin 👀👀👀 SO GOOD I need more 😭😭😭

yeah i honestly love writing for this au!!! feel free to request more!! 💜💜

part 1 here (you don’t have to read it for this to make sense tho)

“Baby?”

You looked up with a smile as Jimin appeared in the doorway of your bedroom.

“Jimin!” You greeted him excitedly, immediately discarding your half-completed essay notes in favour of your pouting boyfriend.

You kissed him, hoping that it would erase the frown from his face. Though you felt his hands wrap around your waist a moment later, skilfully deepening the kiss in that way that had you mewling into his mouth, when he pulled away the same discontent expression remained.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned, “Did something happen? Do you need me to kill someone for you?” You were only half-joking, but the furrow in between Jimin’s rectangular brows deepened.

“Well, it’s actually something to do with that, baby-”

“You do need me to kill someone for you!” Your eyes widened in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your toes, and Jimin sighed patiently.

“Not exactly.”

You pouted, tilting your head confusedly. “Then what?”

Jimin sighed again, before pulling you into his arms. He couldn’t resist you when you pouted; you were so adorable. If he hadn’t personally witnessed you smash someone’s head against a wall, he would never have believed you capable of harming even a fly.

And, to be fair, you would never harm a fly. You would merely run out of the room squealing, begging for Jimin to protect you. (You had somewhat of a phobia).

“I noticed you‘ve left your shirt in the sink. In a pool of cold water.”

You waited for him to elaborate, clearly not understanding where he was going.

“And I know you only do that when you have to clean blood out of your clothes.”

Your gaze dipped downwards guiltily. Jimin’s heart clenched at your expression, but he reluctantly continued.

“Baby, you can’t kill someone without telling me about it. I mean, what happens if it goes badly? What happens if you accidentally leave a trace? What happens if you need an alibi, and I don’t have one planned out for you?”

You bit your lip to stop it from wobbling. You could never stop yourself from crying when Jimin scolded you, and it was why Jimin hated giving you any sort of reprimand. He never liked to see you cry, even if you did look so pretty while doing it.

“I- I’m sorry,” You stuttered, and Jimin swallowed down the apology on his tongue. He had to be firm, he reminded himself. “I- I didn’t mean to, I just- it was the guy who made fun of you and I just needed to-”

“I know, I know,” Jimin hushed you, giving into the urge to cradle you in his arms. He planted a scattering of gentle kisses on your temple, listening to your quiet sobs until they gradualy turned into small hiccups.

“I understand, baby, don’t worry.” Jimin cooed, stroking a loving hand down your hair, “I just need to hear from you beforehand, okay?”

“Okay,” You sniffled, and Jimin couldn’t resist pulling your teary face up into another tooth-rottingly sweet kiss. You seemed somewhat assuaged, and even giggled when he pecked your nose.

“Always remember to call me, baby. Or I’ll just have to stay by your side all the time.”

“Is that a promise?” You teased, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Your gaze darkened as he pulled you tight against his body, every inch of connection between your skin burning.

“It is, baby.”

[deniigi]

Big Red is my favorite Red. I love him and he is amazing. Would love for him to be my big brother bc he seems like he'd be so fun to fuck with and be buds with. I love him and Foggy and Sam and Peter and Wade. Just love them all to bits

Awww, I’m so glad anon.

Big Red is my favorite Red too, honestly. I have loads of little fics of him interacting with people and generally being unimpressed with the world (tho failing because he’s a SAP)

Here’s a little snippet of Foggy having feelings over him because it’s tooth-rottingly sweet.

———

Sam came home an hour after everyone else with a bag full of greens and a brow that said everything Foggy needed to know.

He decided that he need a drink for this.

“SENSEI.”

Something clattered and Matt swore in the other room.

“Get out here, we’re bonding,” Sam shouted.

 –

Dumplings.

Handmade. Homemade.

Everyone had to participate. Kirsten was not allowed to leave the house. Matt was not allowed to leave the house.

Sam had turned on every light in the kitchen and rustled off to go grab the standing lamp in the living room so that he could really make sure he had a handle on all his folds.

He taught Kirsten and Foggy how to fold the dumplings. Theirs looked a little drunk. Maybe more than a little drunk.

Ehn, well.

Art reflects life and all that.

Foggy took another sip of beer and peeked over Matt’s head to watch his slow, careful sealing technique.

Matt was a perfectionist. Foggy knew this about him. Back at Columbia, he used to restack his books so that they were all perfectly even across the spines after a paper deadline had passed.

He was equally fastidious with the dog’s nails and their teeth and he needed all the furniture in the living room to be exactly so. He would know if something had been moved during cleaning and he would find it and fix it before he let himself sleep.

Sam was similar, except Sam had a much higher tolerance for mess. He liked everything to have its place. All of the drawers in his room where labeled and he had specific cups for different kinds of pens and the like, but he was more artistic than Matt and so was willing to let his space be a chaotic for days at a time before he scraped everything back into its happy home.

He kept telling Matt that the dumplings didn’t have to be perfect. They just needed to be sealed. But Matt refused to believe this. He’d been given an example–one of Sam’s dumplings—and he’d felt it all over and decided that this was how dumplings were shaped and anything that did not exactly repeat that shape was not allowed to exist in his presence.

Sam had asked Foggy before if Matt had OCD.

“He has rituals,” he claimed.

“They don’t interfere with his life,” Foggy had told him. “He’s just naturally finnicky and the organization helps him find things when he needs them.”

Sam had pursed his lips and tapped his foot like he wasn’t so sure about the first part of that, but Foggy knew better.

Perhaps, if Matt wasn’t taking as many meds as he presently did and perhaps if he hadn’t finally allowed himself to be dragged to that first therapy appointment, then he might have developed a mild form of OCD. He certainly had enough trauma to be triggered into that kind of thing, and there was a chance that the anxiety that Matt remembered his father pacing around their apartment with might have been a touch more than stress-related. But things as they were, Matt didn’t have OCD.

He had PTSD.

Bad.

Bad enough that if things weren’t perfect after he’d done everything he could to make them that way, his hands would start shaking and he’d start laughing a little nervously, and sometimes, he’d go hide in a quiet room and try to calm himself down by repeatedly reminding himself that whatever it was, it ‘wasn’t a big deal.’

That wasn’t a ritual. That was what happened when you beat the shit out of a little kid until they did exactly what you said, every time you said it.

He placed a kiss on the top of Matt’s head to let him know that he was doing good work with his third dumpling.

Matt tipped his face back to receive the next one on his lips.

“They look awful?” he asked.

No.

They looked perfect.

—

I have a little series I’m provisionally calling ‘Blindspot and the Ordeal of Being Known’ which I’ve been playing with that looks at Sam’s relationship with social media and his relationship with Matt through that type of lens. It’s very cute. Maybe I’ll get enough of it together to post one day.

[maleksrami]

You know, I'm actually a self proclaimed angst-h*e, but rntm is my absolute favourite, even tho it has no angst. I have lost count of how many times I've read it, but I don't regret it. I remember when it was a wip too, but I was lucky to only have to wait for the last chapter for like two weeks. It makes me feel so loved when I read it, funnily enough. Bad mental health period? Rntm it is hahaha

every word of this ask...same!!!!! I love angsty fics but sometimes I just need some good tooth rottingly sweet writing and that’s always a good one to go back to. I tend to wait about a year to commit to a reread since it’s so long, but I enjoy is immensely every single time.

[hamethyst]

Those finales, tho...

Sloane overcoming her shyness to (quite literally) shout at the top of her lungs how much she loves you. Her future with Eros, where she finally gets to use her newfound confidence for the greater good. The shower scene where she proved she’s not only the princess of space, but the queen of exhibitionism.

Hayden with their mood playlist, their new start, and their limitless future. Wrapped up with you in those fairy lights, tripping, falling, and laughing in a tooth-rottingly sweet scene that just showcases how perfect they are for each other. Also the super strength. The super strength.

Damien finally getting his (long-practiced) moment, four years in the making, of telling you he loved you, his absolute best friend who’s as much a pain in the ass as you are the love of his life. Showing for the umpteenth time that he really is just an old, grumpy, ridiculously loveable man in a young hot guy’s body. 

Like what a group. I’m really gonna miss them. Also fighting disappointment that we didn’t get a group love scene but I’ll get over it.