#otp: now you're blushing

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Writing ROMANTIC TENSION!

When you're writing romance, you need to have TENSION. Your characters need to pull your readers into the story with not just their dialogues, but also their chemistry. What is tension, you ask? It's quite simple. When two people are attracted to each other, or like each other, or are in love with each other, it causes a certain shift in the air. When these two people come together, they seem to outshine everyone else in the room and make it just about themselves (in a good way ofc). This shift in the air which hooks you into the scene is called tension. The chemistry that your main characters carry, will infact carry the whole story --- if you're writing romance, i.e.

How do you write this romantic tension? Well, as someone who's been writing romance for 4 years now, here's a few things I do to show the chemistry between my characters.

Show, don't tell: This is probably the most common advice you'll ever receive. And spoiler alert: IT IS TRUE. Any scene that includes an emotion will require you to show it, visualise it for the crowd instead of just writing it down. Romance, love, is a sensitive emotion. The readers need to SEE it happening, instead of just reading about it. Eye contact, long stares, switching their gaze from the eyes to the lips & back to the eyes, coming close for a few seconds, banter-turned-flirting are some ways you can show the chemistry.

Intimacy is key: Proximity. Closeness. Coming together. Put your characters in situations where they have to work together. Show their differences/similarities in handling tasks and make them argue or slightly quarrel if there's any differences and show them rejoicing if there's an agreement. Intimacy lies in more than just the body, bring out a quality in your characters, preferably a good one, in your characters when they're together. Make that quality their strong suit that drives them closer.

Words are sexy: Dialogues can create tension better than anything else (in my opinion). Notice how every time your ships/pairings are bantering, one of them ends up saying something sexual or romantic in a frisky way and we end up blushing like crazy? Yep, that's the goal. We absolutely love it when the guy says "oh yeah?" or ends up calling the girl a cute nickname while bantering. Dialogues can reach out to readers in a more personal way because they are the direct interactions between your characters. Make your OTP interact and have fun (pun intended!)

Add restraint: Sometimes, when the characters are almost about to kiss and someone interrupts them, we feel like throwing the book away. But at the same time, we want more because we want to see our characters kiss, or confess, or even get down dirty ;). You have put your characters in each other's close proximities, given them a driving force and added a razzle-dazzle with the dialogues and flirting! Yet, something is missing and the romance feels too....predictable? Put a constraint. This is especially important for slowburns. Personally, I love me a slowburn - it creates higher tension, emphasises on a foundation between characters and makes the kiss/confession/sex even more hot (again, my opinion). I suggest, a hint of a barrier won't do any harm. When you've reached the level of tension where it's normal for your characters to kiss or make-out, your readers are more focused than ever. Adding a restraint will make them crave the romance more and hence, stay hooked into the story. HOWEVER, DON'T STALL THE PROJECT. Just because your characters got interrupted in chapter 7 doesn't mean they can't kiss till chapter 15 or something. If they don't kiss in this chapter, they kiss after maybe 2-3 more chapters. You want to delay the romance only by a tad bit, so that your readers are still interested.

That's all I have for today! I hope these help you guys! - ashlee.

[hmslusitania]

For the OTP prompts - TimKon #2 👀

Please enjoy some boys being very silly in a nebulous Young Justice timeline, to the prompt of "I'm dying." "You're not dying."

“I’m dying,” Kon proclaims, draping himself dramatically over the back of the couch in their headquarters, his wrist pressed to his forehead like a caricature of a Victorian maiden swooning on a fainting couch.

“You’re not dying,” Tim snaps, rolling his eyes. He’s trying to fill out reports, because that had been part of the Justice League’s terms for letting them continue to operate — paperwork. He and Cassie had rock-paper-scissored about which of them had to do said paperwork, and after losing and taking one look at the Batman-formatted report papers, she’d declared that she was making him Young Justice’s secretary, and declared it his responsibility.

“You don’t know,” Kon complains, pushing off from the ground so he rolls all the way over the back of the couch. He manages to twist while he falls so that he lands on his stomach with his arms folded around one of the throw pillows Cissie had brought in because they “brightened up the place.” “I totally could be.”

“You can’t actually die of boredom,” Tim scolds.

“I’m sure there’s gotta be a rogue somewhere who can do that,” Kon says, which is… almost certainly true and Tim kinda hates that. “For all you know, I got whammied by it, and now unless you entertain me, I’m gonna die of the stupidest bullshit ever.”

“I am the wrong Robin if you want entertainment,” Tim says. “Dick was the one who was a literal circus performer.”

“Yeah, because I’m just gonna pop over to Titans tower and ask Nightwing to do backflips for my entertainment,” Kon scoffs.

“Well, I’m not gonna do backflips for your entertainment,” Tim replies, signs the bottom of the report, and flips it into the finished stack. As he reaches for the next one, Kon scrambles down to the end of the couch closest to Tim’s table.

“Can you actually do a backflip?” he asks.

Tim sighs. “Yeah.”

“Woooow,” Kon says, dragging the syllable out. Tim makes the mistake of glancing his way and discovers Kon watching him with a challenge brightening his face. “That would be super hot, if I believed you.”

“See, I know you’re just trying to goad me, so that’s not gonna work,” Tim says, and focuses on his paperwork. The looming, omnipresent threat of Bruce’s disapproval if he doesn’t get them filled out correctly and in a timely manner is good enough incentive to keep him from being distracted by Kon’s… everything.

“Sure, okay,” Kon says, and flips over onto his back with his hands folded behind his head. Tim makes a further mistake when he looks again and gets a good eyeful of the way Kon’s biceps are straining the leather of his jacket these days.

In a kinder world, growing up surrounded by superheroes had rendered him immune to distraction by traditional superhero physique. Unfortunately, no one’s ever accused their corner of the multiverse of being a kinder world.

Well. Except Earth-3 people, but that’s a special case.

“I’ll just sit here, content in the knowledge you lied about something stupid so that you could sound cool,” Kon says.

It shouldn’t actually get to him, but it does, and Tim kind of hates himself for that a little.

Grumbling the whole time so Kon knows exactly how much of a pain in the ass he’s being, Tim stands up, checks his clearances, and does a backflip, exactly like Dick taught him.

To his surprise, Kon doesn’t verbally respond. When Tim looks over to see what’s wrong with him, or what’s distracted him, he finds Kon just… staring at him. Blinking widely. Face slightly pink.

It makes Tim blush in response as well, without meaning to, and he kind of hates that too.

“See, I was just fucking with you—”

“Yeah, I noticed, actually.”

“—but that was actually super hot.”

Tim’s blush goes from faint to on-the-verge-of-combustion, and he takes his seat back at the table to keep doing his reports, vividly aware that Kon is now staring at him from the couch with an expression on his face that’s not wholly dissimilar to one of Damian’s cats when it’s getting ready to pounce.

“Tim,” Kon says, and Tim swears to god there’s a hint of a purr in the back of his throat.

Kryptonians and Cats. There’s probably a whole research paper in there Tim could cook up if he wanted to.

“I’m trying to keep the Justice League from shutting us down,” Tim protests. “I’m not doing another backflip for you.”

Kon huffs and launches himself into the air only to hover over Tim’s head, looking down at him and looming ominously. Tim doesn’t flinch when Kon leans down to grab his face in both hands, but it’s only Batman training that saves him. Batman training, and rapidly growing annoyance when Kon squishes his cheeks together and lowers down until Kon’s upside down face is directly in front of his.

“Tim,” Kon repeats. “You’re hot.”

“Thanks,” Tim says, voice coming out weirdly squashed thanks to Kon’s compression of his face. “So are you.”

Kon beams at him and brushes the tip of his nose against Tim’s, and then drops down another few inches so he can kiss him.

It’s not their first kiss, or even their first outside of sleepover night truth or dare and spin-the-bottle games, but this whole thing developing between them is still new enough that it might be within the counting-on-his-fingers range.

Kon nibbles lightly on his bottom lip and then faster than Tim can blink, he’s flipping around in mid-air only to land in Tim’s lap, hands still squishing Tim’s cheeks together.

“And I think, you should kiss me some more before I die of boredom and you have to find a new heavy hitter for your team,” Kon says. “Think about it. Do you want to get this paperwork submitted just on time rather than obnoxiously early, or do you want to have to figure out how to fill out paperwork for ‘I accidentally let Kon-El languish away to nothing out of boredom because I wouldn’t kiss him’ paperwork?”

“I think I’d make up a different cause of death for the paperwork,” Tim replies, waits until Kon’s scrunched up his nose and his whole face in disappointment, and only then does he give up on paperwork for the time being, and kiss him.

[novaonhere]

Quiet Nights

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal has a dream that totally goes against the Jedi code. During his panic, you come to check on him and find him in a comprisable position.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: ITS SMUT TIME FOLKS, 18+, oral f! receiving, no condom, cussing, choking (duh the force?)

A/N: Delicious, I drank a full 32 oz of water after this

Prompt: Imagine your OTP where one of them had a dream about the other person and tries to act normal, but fails miserably, so the other one notices and gets curious about what the dream was about.

(gif not mine)

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You yawn, filling up your cup with water from the bathroom sink. You gulp it down, refreshing you as much as a glass of water at 3:34 am could. It was nice having a bigger bathroom; you're used to the small Mantis bathroom instead of this spacious one on Jedah. You, Cal, Bode, and Greez have arrived to the Hidden Path's base to touch base with Cere and learn more about this Tanalorr place. It seemed intriguing, but you were still on the fence if such a place could even exist.

Now here you stand, staring yourself down in the mirror, filling up another glass of water. As soon as you turn off the tap, a very faint and quiet noise echoes throughout the halls. Curious, you open the door, the noise just becoming ever so slightly louder. Time to investigate!

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Cal twists and turns in his guest bed, his entire upper body reddened. Soft moans escape his lips. He was burning, and he couldn't bring himself to wake up. Hell, he didn't want to wake up. This was the best dream he had ever had!

You had surprised him with a night for just the two of you, walking through the forests on a planet he could not name. The trees towered above you, vibrant with their green leaves. They bring in just enough light to highlight the rugged dirt path. You both were holding hands, just enjoying each other presence. Now, the dream changed, and it most definitely explains Cal's reddened complexion as he lies in bed.

You're now hovering over him, in a beautiful matching set, perfectly complementing your skin tone. Lace runs up and down your body, showing off your curves and parts that Cal only wishes he could actually touch. You leaned in for a passionate kiss, straddling the man. He could basically feel you in his subconscious.

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The sounds started to become louder the closer you got to you and the guest bedroom next door. Who was staying in there again? Is that Cal? You tip toe up to the door, placing an ear beside it. Yep, that's him, is he alright? You knock quietly, waiting for a response. The response never came. You knock a bit louder this time. A gasp fills the room, as well as some frantic shuffling.

"Cal?" You whisper to the door, the shuffling stopping immediately. "Are you alright?"

"Come in," He blurted, immediately regretting it. You hesitantly open the door, the light from the hallway showing a line of brightness on the man. He's sitting against the headboard, the blankets ruffled around his crotch and legs.

"Nightmares?" You ask, taking a step in and quietly closing the door behind you. "Would you like to talk about it?" You squint your eyes to get a better look at him, your eyes still adjusting to the dark. His are as wide as possible, extremely dilated from the darkness and the dream.

"I'm okay, thanks for checking, goodnight." He rambles, trying to sink into his bed. This only makes you more curious. As you eyes get more adjusted, you notice that his cheeks match his hair.

"Oh," You realize, blushing as well. "My apologizes." You giggle, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Who?" Cal just blinks.

"What?"

"Who was it! Mr. Jedi, Mr. I can't ever think about another person in a romantic or sexual way." You tease, playfully hitting his foot. He purses his lips together, causing your grin to only become greater. "Oh, come on Cal! This is big! Who?"

"Why is it so important?" He grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh my god, do I know them?" You cross your legs, fully facing the clearly embarrassed Jedi. He rolls his eyes, but the redness only darkens and spreads. You giggle gleefully. You hum, trying to think of who it could be.

You really hoped it was you. For months you've been trying to hint to him about your feelings, sometimes very vague, but other times very blunt. The rest of the crew caught on immediately, but the gears in Cal's brain just didn't seem to click. You've tried asking about dating and his romantic life, but he always brought up the Jedi Code, making your want for him only increase. You've had dreams, dreams of you being together, living through the rebellion, being together, domestically and intimately.

You're expression must softened as you were thinking because Cal coughed to get your attention. Now it was your turn to blush.

"You going to guess or let me go back to sleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Now, you had a choice. Respect his want to go back to bed and continue about life, or be VERY BLUNT. You were tired, so there was only one right option.

"Was it me?" You ask, glancing around the room, trying to not meet his gaze. Cal's breath hitched, the blanket becoming too hot for his body. From the lack of response, you also started to heat up, clearing your throat. From the lack of response, you could only assume it was you. You. YOU?

You whip your head to face him, locking eyes. You... He wanted... you. You honestly couldn't believe it.

"Was it just a dream?" You mumble, Cal giving a questioning expression as you shift in your seated position. "Or do you actually have feelings?" You vulnerability seemed to easy Cal a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He wanted to say the truth, but he didn't want to make it weird. Would it be weird? Eh, tonight was the "going for it" kinda night.

"Months." He simply states, trying to relax against his headboard. You perked your head up from your gaze into your lap. You cheeks redden, your breathing quickens, and something feels, different. The atmosphere feels intoxicating, but in a you shouldn't leave way. With the prolonged eye contact, you feel ass if Cal notices the feeling as well. You notice his hand are now at his sides, and there's an obvious lump by his lap. That weird feeling starts from your stomach and falls down your body, closer to your belly button.

"Months?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow. He purses his lips and nods. You hum. "Well..." You both grow silent, quiet. This had to be the quietest you too had ever been with each other. You waited for each other to make a move, but in all honesty, Cal was too vulnerable, physically. You start to feel the awkwardness subside and you feel yourself giggle.

"Hey, it's not funny." Cal frowns, while you shake your head.

"No, of course not." You compose yourself, scooting closer to the red head. "It's funny that we are telling each other we like each other with your dick out." Cal's face reddens completely, trying to compose himself as he places his hands over his lap. You outstretch your arms, pushing his hands away, causing the freckled man's eyes to widen dramatically. "Need any help?"

Cal practically springs up at you, locking your lips together in the most "I need you" kiss you've ever experienced. It was HOT. Like, you already started to sweat as your tongues fought each other. You needed him, you needed him so badly. He could feel that need from you, he wanted to provide that for you more than his dreams ever could. He pulled your up and into his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Your clit brushes against him, causing you to quiver in pleasure. He notices your movements and moves your hips back and forth on him, earning himself a quiet moan from you. He chuckles, retracting his lips from yours and goes for your neck. Your arms are around his shoulders, dragging your fingertips through his hair. You continue to moan and gasp into his ear, trying to stay quiet.

"You're wearing too many clothes for this," He comments, lifting the bottom of your shirt. You instantly comply, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He goes back for your lips as you also tug on his shirt.

"Match?" You ask, giving him a small smile. He gladly follows through with your request, throwing his shirt toward yours. Your eyes wander down to his toned chest, scars and freckles decorating his body. You feel a fluttering sensation down there.

"Well if we're going to match you need that all off." He motions to the rest of your body, causing your to giggle and raise an eyebrow.

"You dont wear pants to bed, but a shirt?"

"Hey, my arms get cold. Allow me," He states going back in for a kiss. You immediately deepen it, allowing his tongue into your mouth to explore. All the while he waves his hand and your bra unclasps. Startled you pull away.

"Force?" You ask, tossing your bra away. He smiles, nodding, staring at you. He's never seen you like this, and boy was he going to enjoy and savor it. "Well, what else can you do?" He picks you up and slides you to be propped up where he once was, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, but before he does any more, he looks up at you. This causes your to blush, appreciative of the asking for permission. The knot in your core only tightens, god he was hot. Nodding, he slips them down with ease, along with your underwear. He crawls up to your face, giving you more kisses. He starts to trail down your body, more moans and gasps leaving you as he goes over your bare body. Finally he reaches below your belly button. He places light kisses to your thighs as he opens your legs with his free hand. You're practically dripping with anticipation by this point. He continues to kiss you, going closer to your inner thighs and to your opening. Propping your legs open with his body and arm, he proceeds to trail more and more kisses closer and closer.

Your arms are clutching the sheets by your sides, the amount of pleasure awaiting you but just out of your reach. The amount of teasing is excruciating; you need him. You moan louder and louder the closer he gets to your clit. Then, he proceeds to rub his tongue around your clit in circles. Your breathing hitches and becomes irregular.

"Fuck-" You cry out, making Cal only want to do more things to you. You were already so wet that he easily slid a finger into you, causing you to moan. He pumps in and out of you, slowly, making sure to curl his fingers up into you. How he knew how to do this you'll never understand, but holy shit was he doing a good job. He slides in another finger, starting to pick up the pace. Your hips start to have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push him deeper.

"Tell me," he states, looking up at you. His chin is glistening with you, his eyes so dilated they were almost black. His mouth hung open slightly, totally getting off to pleasing you.

"Deeper," You whine, and he grants your wish. He pushes deeper into you, causing you to whine out in pleasure.

"Holy Shit, Cal," You cry out, breathing erratically. The knot in your core tightens more, needing to find a good time to release. He quickens the pace, leaning over you to bring your lips together. Oh yea, that did it. You feel yourself just let go and this amount of pleasure and warmth rushes over you. It's so much that you moan out more expletives and his name repeatedly. After your high, you just see him. You need more, and god did you want to get more.

"Fuck me," You command, and he obliges. Pulling you closer to him, he uncovers his member, resting it on your stomach as he gets situated. He pulls a pillow and rests it under your lower back to make sure you don't hurt yourself, and keeping your ankles over his shoulders. You couldn't look away from him. Even his dick was freckled, which was kinda cute, but all you cared about was him and the fact you needed him in you.

"Are you ready?" He asks, noticing he has his dick in hand, ready to line himself up.

"Fuck, please," You groan, already closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in, both of you moaning in pleasure.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)," he breathes out, barely over a whisper. His head is tilted back, holding onto your ankles. Your hands are by your lower stomach, trying to feel him in you from the outside because holy shit was he filling you full. He slowly starts to pump in and out of you, fully in, and fully out. Every pump in, you moan in delight. Sweat rolls down the both of you as you fill the room with heat and the sounds of pleasure. He starts to go faster, holding onto your thighs to bring you even closer.

"Cal~" You moan, holding your hands to your mouth because you knew you were about to get pretty loud. Without much thought, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You push up onto all fours as he makes his way between your legs, entering you once more. Your arms give out, pushing your face into a pillow. This was helpful for covering your moans, but Cal wanted to hear them as he railed you. Carefully, he commanded the force to pull you up, by the neck. At first, only gently to not hurt you but to get up. You clenched in pleasure, moaning even louder. So, he also tightened his grip. Damn, so this is what he could do. After a bit more relentless railing, you felt your core have that same tightening sensation.

"Cal, I'm gunna-" You moan as he quickens the pace, causing you to moan out.

"Me too, fuck." He whispers out, nearing his release. Hearing him cuss like that over you sends you over as you scream out in delight. You clench onto him and release, an explosion of pleasure ruptures over yourself. His force lets go of you, making your head topple into the pillows. He grabs your hips and pushes him all the way, releasing into you. It's such a warm sensation, filling you up to the brim.You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breathes. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you.

"Holy shit," You say in unison. Cal chuckles, reaching for his towel that is on a nearby chair.

"Here, to clean up." He throws the towel onto your exposed behind. You blush, cleaning up yourself as you sit up on the towel, just in case. You cover yourself with his blanket, a sudden chill running all over you. Cal slips his boxers on from a nearby dresser and sits down beside you.

"I never thought we'd do that," You state, leaning into him. He happily wraps his arms around you.

"I'm glad we did, because wow. Jedi's are really missing out." This causing a laugh to escape you, causing him to also chuckle. You start to stand, but Cal holds you down.

"Stay tonight?" He asks, motioning to the pillows. He smiles warmly, and how could you say no? You return the smile, shuffling yourselves under the blankets and heads on pillows. He lays on his back as you cuddle up onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. His arm lounges behind and around your back, rubbing it up and down.

"Well, we can do that as much as you want," You giggle, cuddling into him more.

"I'd like that, but also the cute romantic stuff." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your head.

"Maybe a date?"

"I like the sound of that, in the morning?"

"Oh, let's go to the bakery down the street, I heard the have wonderful food." You smile, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"It's a date, goodnight (Y/N)." Cal whispers, closing his eyes. You hum back, already falling asleep. The smile never leaves your faces, even as you dream of what the future could hold for you two.

[tennessoui]

Oooh for the OTP questions, number 57 with the ‘you be the tightrope’ Obikin???

hello!!! thank you <3

[from this OTP list of questions]

57. Who's the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random items into the cart?

ooo in "you be the tightrope, i'll be the safety net" (a/b/o dynamics), anakin is such an unserious grocery shopper that when they were at college, obi-wan restricted them both to one basket (which anakin was instructed to carry) and when that didn't stop anakin's inclination to add random things and sweet treats and cans of chickpeas to their grocery list, obi-wan threatened him separate baskets which only worked because anakin developed a keen hatred for having anything of his separated from anything of obi-wan's if unnecessary. now when they go grocery shopping, obi-wan makes anakin steer the cart and holds onto one of his hands so that he's completely occupied and focused on the mission (the grocery list)

this is all very ironic because anakin is actually the more thrifty of the two of them while obi-wan is prone to court indulgences despite the ticket price. it's just whenever his husband is concerned, anakin tends to lose his head a little bit.

the only exception to this dynamic is well documented (by anakin) and found extremely shameful (by obi-wan): obi-wan tends to add entirely random things to the cart in the week or so preceding his heat

"I know what you're doing," Obi-Wan mutters as he watches Anakin pull a grocery cart out from the bay and turn it towards the store. "And it's stupid. And frankly offensive."

"I'm taking my mate grocery shopping," Anakin replies easily, lifting one of his hands from the cart's bar and wrapping his arm around his omega's waist. "I don't know what's offensive about that, unless you have something against--" he glances down at their written list, "honeycrisp apples and penne pasta?"

Obi-Wan scowls but allows himself to be pulled closer under Anakin's arm. Either he thinks Anakin is liable to throw a fit in the store should he step away, or his own bitchy attitude is more theatric than he's pretending. Probably, knowing him, it's a mix of both.

"You think my heat's approaching," he hisses as they stroll past the herbs and fresh vegetables.

Anakin hums, making a very big point of examining the selection of apples in front of him. "I do," he tells Obi-Wan, also in an undertone because he's not an idiot. "I don't know what that has to do with the grocery store though, baby."

Obi-Wan's cheeks flush a dull red. Anakin's familiar enough with all of his blushes to know this one is from anger, not sweetness.

"You're trying to prove your silly little point," Obi-Wan snaps, lips pulling back from his teeth, and Anakin loves him so much he wants to kiss him by the produce, even when he's all spitting mad and indignant, feathers ruffled and pride wounded. "That I tend to...hoard. Before my heat."

Anakin just stops himself from rolling his eyes. His omega is so stubborn and beautiful and blind to his own instincts half the time. Anakin's been in love with him since he was a kid, since before they even presented. He knows better than anyone else--even Obi-Wan, apparently--how he gets in the week before his heat hits. Ever since they were in high school, Anakin's known to present the omega with a sweet treat or two--or five--as soon as he smells his scent begin to change.

He's given him loose-leaf tea, fresh baked bread, thermoses full of soup in the winter months. Obi-Wan has always accepted all of it, had been known to snoop through Anakin's cupboards in college if he were staying over and hadn't been presented with enough food.

Anakin doesn't think he eats most of it. He just likes to have it around. Near. And so Anakin likes to provide it for him, because he'd give Obi-Wan anything he wanted or needed in the entire world. He'd give him anything he so much as looked at twice.

Which is why grocery shopping the week before Obi-Wan's heat hits has become one of Anakin's favorite activities. For this one brief period of time, Obi-Wan is disinclined to reject Anakin doting on him.

Even if he won't admit it.

"Which is not true," Obi-Wan is saying mulishly as Anakin lets go of the cart's handle to select three of the apples.

"Hm," he says with a very small smile.

"What."

Anakin tucks the apples into the cart and then glances at Obi-Wan, leaning over to kiss him on the temple. Again, Obi-Wan lets him.

Anakin loves the week before his mate goes into heat almost as much as he loves the few days of his actual heat.

"It's just, you know. You've put in the cart half a cherry pie, a carton of blueberries, caramel dip, and two packets of pistachios since we arrived, baby." He pauses, blinks, and then makes a show of checking the shopping list even though he knows he risks exile to the living room couch for the night. "And none of that is on our list."

Obi-Wan scowls, and his cheeks redden further. He doesn't make a move to put any of it back though, which is good as Anakin would hate to have to sneak back here a few hours from now just to purchase all of his omega's food cravings in secret.

[aesthetictarlos]

Sorry you're getting hate!

Can you tell us some of your bucktommy hcs?

Thank you, I haven't gotten any hate (yet? 😂) but apparently Twitter is full of people who can't ship their otp without offending/criticizing people who ship BuckTommy (but they're saying crazy things so I'll just ignore them and live in our little bubble!)

Let's talk about my hcs, thank you for asking ❤️

• Tommy is the big spoon 97% of the time and he loves holding Buck but sometimes, especially after Tommy has a bad day, Buck spoons him and Tommy loves it, because he feels so safe in Buck's arms.

• Tommy is like a human furnace, Buck instead tends to get cold during the night, so they tease each other about this and Buck is a little shit and rubs his cold feet against Tommy's shins to wake him up in the morning

• Tommy loves rom-coms. Buck doesn't, but he loves his softie of a boyfriend so they watch them together (and pretend to be jealous when the other compliments an actor)

• They both like to cook, so they do that together sometimes (and they end up making out against the counter)

• Tommy's used to handling things on his own and not asking for help so the first time he has a bad day, he doesn't say anything to Buck and tries to act normal. Except that Buck notices because he knows him by now and tries to help, and for the first time in his life Tommy lets go, and lets his boyfriend hug him, take care of him and brush his tears away.

• They like to show up at each other's workplaces for a quick hello (and a kiss or two). Sometimes Tommy stays over for lunch/dinner at the 118.

• Tommy is a sap. He randomly texts red hearts to Buck just because. (He saved his contact as Evan ❤️) (Bonus: Buck saved him as hot pilot ❤️‍🔥)

• No one has ever told him that his cleft was cute and hot before, so when Buck does— Tommy blushes. (And Buck loves that he has the power to make his confident, sassy and cool boyfriend blush.)

I have so many more 🥹

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Leigh Shaw x Male Reader

For @aloneodi

Leigh still felt it was a dream. Her life with you. The way you came into it, an intern editor at her work. The way you smiled at her when you first saw each other.

It was a little over a year since her husband died when you came into her life. You started out as strangers, then friends, and then friends who went out for coffee together.

You worked with her to edit her columns before they were sent off. You encouraged her gently to try new experiences in life.

It was Jules who flatly ordered Leigh to ask you out. “Ask him out before someone else does”

“Huh?” Leigh looked at her sister in confusion.

“(y/N)! You two are like my reluctant OTP” Jules stated before leaving. Leigh tried to hide the blush forming over her face.

The next day she walked up to you nervous as ever. Surprisingly you were nervous too. You and Leigh practically asked each other out in unison. You had a good laugh before setting your first date for that evening.

First date became a second date, a second became a third and so on and so on. For the first time in a long time, Leigh felt that she was healing. She felt her heart flutter every time you held her hand or held her close while watching a movie or show on the couch.

It's been years since then now. The apartment gave way to a nice house in the suburbs.

Leigh pours herself a cup of coffee in the early summer morning. Her life profoundly better.

She hears sopping wet footsteps from the backdoor. Leigh can't help but sigh.

"What happened?" Leigh can't help but snicker.

"Blame our kids" you answer back, "both two and four legged"

"They tried to give the dog a bath, huh?"

"Yeah and now I look like a swamp creature" you shrug, covered head to toe in fresh cut grass and sopping wet.

"Still quite sexy for a swamp creature" Leigh laughs, getting her first look at you in your embarrassing situation.

"Oh really?" you start walking towards her, "well then get over here"

"No" Leigh shakes her head, trying hard not to laugh.

"Come on, you know you want to!" you run to her.

"Stay away from me, Swampy!" Leigh giggles as she runs away from you.

You chase her around the kitchen, Leigh laughs. Little moments like this always make Leigh laugh.

"I have work today!" she tries to counter.

"We can take a shower together" you counter back.

"You're terrible!" Leigh breaks down in full laughter.

You wrap your arms around here, "well you married me"

"Why do I love you so much?" Leigh leans her head against your chest.

"I could ask you the same question" you kiss her forehead.

"Uh...Mom, Dad?" your kids, both sopping wet and covered in grass too, look at you in embarrassment too.

Leigh simply shakes her head laughing.

Best life ever, she thinks to herself.

[running-with-the-feels]

Can we get more Subscorp and Bireenacage? Please? Only if you want to

Honey, I always want to, these are my otps

There is NSFW stuff in this Y'all, you've been warned

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Subscorp:

Kuai Liang: THis is cruel and unusual punishment!

Hanzo, with a weary sigh: No, it isn't. It's your asthma inhaler, so you don't die

Kuai Liang, glaring: Do you even love me?

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Hanzo: I want cuddles

Kuai Liang: I have paperwork, but you can come sit on my lap until I'm done if you like?

Hanzo, moving to do just that: You just want an excuse to make out with me whenever you get frustrated with it

Kuai Liang: Are you complaining?

Hanzo: Never

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Kuai Liang, an empty Kage Rage in hand and running on 0 sleep: I think I'm being haunted

Hanzo: I think you need to go to bed

Kuai Liang, climbing into his lap: No. That's where the ghost is. I'm sleeping here

Hanzo, chuckling: Okay, my love

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Bireencage:

Sareena: I walked away for five minutes

Bi-Han, naked with Johnny's mouth on him: Sorry?

Sareena: Don't be, just give me a good show.

Johnny: Pulling off to kiss her: Yes, ma'am

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Bi-Han: Why are my sheets different?

Johnny: I changed them, they're silk now and softer than an Angel's pubic hair

Bi-Han: That was a terrible metaphor and also this was unnecessary

Johnny: It really wasn't, your last bedsheets felt like burlap

Bi-Han: They were

Johnny: Now, see, that just hurts me, in my soul

Bi-Han: You really didn't have to do this for me, it's too....luxurious

Johnny: Well I think you deserve a bit of luxury

Bi-Han, opening his mouth to protest:

Johnny, interrupting: And even if you don't, which you do, what about Sareena? Do you want her sleeping on burlap sheets

Bi-Han: No

Johnny: There you go then

Sareena: What's this about me and sheets?

Johnny: Bi-Han's sheets are silk now

Sareena: Oh thank god, finally

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Bi-Han: You guys love me, right?

Sareena: Of course

Johnny: I'm offended you even need to ask

Bi-Han: And I'm allowed to ask for things? When I need them

Sareena: Darling, you can ask for things whenever you like, whether you need them, want them, or you're just a little bored. Ask us, worst we can do is say no

Bi-Han:.....it feels really selfish though

Johnny: Good. You've given up enough for other people, you get to be selfish. In fact, I encourage it

Bi-Han: Are you sure?

Sareena: Yes

Bi-Han:........could you guys.....could-.....pamper me?

Sareena, grinning: Like a spa day, or.....?

Bi-Han, blushing: Or.

Johnny, coming up to hug Bi-Han from behind and rest his chin on the cryomancer's shoulder: Oh I think we can accomplish that, don't you, Sareena?

Sareena, stepping forward to grab Bi-Han's chin gently: We can, and thank you, Bi-Han.

Bi-Han, already relaxing: For what?

Sareena: Asking for the things you want. That was very good and I'm very happy you did that

Johnny: We are very proud of you for that

Bi-Han, biting back a whimper: You are both going to be the death of me

lemme know if y'all want more!

[tobiasdrake]

The very last bauble. The very last hangout. As we move towards the conclusion to it all, we've heard from Vivia about what he wants us to bear in mind. Now it's time to hear what guidance Yakou has to offer us.

Oh, okay, we're gonna give him a pep talk. Disappointing to the very end, aren't you?

Really. We're really going to spend the last hangout yet again shilling the OTP that remains mired in the exact same place it was in way back in the Chapter 2 rooftop epilogue?

The answer, Yakou, is that it's not. Things are not going. There's been lots of blushing and lots of awkward pauses but nobody has said or done a single thing yet because writers despise romance despite how hard they try to inject it into their stories.

Ooh, Yuma doesn't know but that is a painful question.

*spit take* NOT SOMETHING TO BRAG ABOUT, FUCKING HELL.

God fucking dammit man. Even if you're making it up, "I was so great at cheating, you wouldn't even BELIEVE" is a terrible thing to make up. It doesn't need to be true to reflect poorly on your values.

I'm going straight back to the homunculus testing site so I can push you dipshit ass off a cliff.

This is the worst final hango--

Why was that Fubuki's final conversation topic!? Ew ew ew ew DX

This is the second-worst final hangout!

...wait.

Hold up.

Is he talking about actual kittens?

Or that, I suppose. Still, the way he chose to play this up has caused my opinion of him to nonetheless sink lower. It's not about whether he did or did not "three- or four-time". It's about the fact that he considers the image he tried to sell to be an admirable presentation of masculinity in the first place.

"LOL It's so cute how they'd get jealous whenever they'd find out about my other girlfriends!" This kind of casual misogyny is exactly the kind of behavior that makes me loathe "guy talk". Men will take one look at you, see a kindred bro, and then proceed to say the grossest shit to you with absolutely no filter whatsoever.

Too late, damage already done. There is no salvaging your reputation from here.

Now we're getting to the meat of it. I expected Yakou to give a counterargument to Vivia, but they seem to be on the same page.

Vivia asks, "Is it always right to reveal a cruel truth?"

Yakou says, "You need to put Kurumi's wellbeing first."

These both feel like things that are going to be important for Yuma to carry with him in the final confrontation with Makoto. Which is why the two baubles were put here.

It's not, and I hate that you think that. This exact mindset, that men only exist for women and nothing else, is a major contributing factor to toxic masculinity.

This conversation must be, like, right before Chapter 5. Yakou's getting ready to carry out Huesca's murder. That's why he's trying to connect with Yuma like this.

Yakou Furiou. I didn't think very highly of him when I met him. But then I got to know him and see new sides to his personality. And through that journey, I was able to learn that I was overestimating him and adjust my opinion even lower.

I don't like Yakou on a personal level. I don't hold his drinking or his grief against him. He's a damaged man who's been through some trauma. But he's also a frequent obstacle who has gross opinions and mostly gets in the way.

Nonetheless, I still stand behind him 100% in the murder of Dr. Huesca. Like I said before, I'm not fond of Yakou the Detective but I adore Yakou the Murderer. That we were all able to pull together and carry off the Crime of the Century to avenge Yakou's wife and assassinate the most well-guarded man in Kanai Ward?

Yeah. I'm proud of that. We did it. Huesca isn't Yakou's victim. He's our victim. We made this happen for Yakou and I have no regrets about it. I'd kill Huesca again if Yuma would let me. Shove him over that railing and let him be a malfunctioning immortal in a pit at the bottom of the secret lab.

Yakou isn't someone I would want to hang out with for an evening. But I'm glad he found his closure, even if this was the only way he could.

[sichore]

Jimi and Pickles for #7 ♡

We're going Victorian AU for this one. Do we like pain? :D

7. Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

Jimi stares down at the gloved hand offered to her and back up to his crooked grin. "Are you serious?"

And Pickles winks, and were it not for the lavish ball, and their lavish clothes, and the lavishly dressed vermin around them gussied up in their riches and fortunate birth – it would be like nothing has changed.

"Dead serious," he replies, his smile unwavering.

Jimi keeps her face carefully neutral, to not give away how her stomach flips and twists with dread and disgust.

But she gives him her hand, and he leads her to the dance floor.

Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. All in prim and proper form to twirl about in a matter about as exciting as watching dead fish swirl in eddies off the pier.

Which is to say, not at all.

"I could fall asleep if it weren't for this corset," Jimi grumbles.

And Pickles laughs, and that hasn't changed at all. "Yeah, this barely counts as dancin', huh?"

"Hmm." Jimi doesn't want to draw anymore attention by appearing disinterested or impolite, so she keeps her eyes on his face, directly on an invisible spot upon his cheek. No amount of blush or powder can hide the dull pallor of his skin, no longer to be kissed by the sun. "You seem to be adjusting well enough."

"It was nothin' findin' the rhythm. Really, the hardest part is not tripping on skirts–"

Jimi grits her teeth. "Not what I meant." And then, putting on a strained smile: "You should be doing this with your lovely bride-to-be."

"An' she's catching up with yer handsome little guard, so we can have this one, yeah?"

His eyes don't leave her face. Eyes that are still green like the algae on the docks that Jimi knows aren't actually brighter now. They just appear more vivid with the life drained from his skin.

His gaze burns, which is absurd, when she can feel no warmth through their gloves, through the layers of cloth between them. Jimi can't feel anything, but the pressure of his hand pressed into hers.

"You're just making a bigger target of yourselves," Jimi hisses, brown gaze flitting over his shoulder for a moment.

Pickles just laughs, again, in that quiet, huffing way of his. "We're makin' our stand. You were always part of this, Jim–"

"Don't call me that."

She looks back to him and catches the flash of hurt in his eyes, and Jimi pushes down the sick knot of regret, aching and longing, deep in her belly. She holds its head underwater, ignoring the thrashing and desperate cries.

"I want no part of this. You have your wealth, you have your marriage, and you have no need of me, just my wares to keep up this farce–"

"It's no game," Pickles says gently, heedless of the vicious barbs that Jimi hurls at him. They break, spin about on an axis, a full rotation of the world before they return to face one another. Hand in hand, hand on waist, hand on shoulder. "You'd be right there with us if it weren't for the laws."

Jimi's eyes drop to his breast pocket. "You speak of madness."

"Well, yeah."

The strings halt, the perfurmed and powdered vermin break into applause, and Pickles lifts her gloved hand to his lips that feel like a press of flesh, and nothing more.

"I'm mad about ya." Beneath the brim of his hat and the shadows that will ever dust his eyes is a glow that has never once dimmed. That hasn't changed. That hasn't died. "Always have been."

[Soft OTP Prompts]

[exclectical]

Mama

THEME: Kloktober 2023: OTP PAIRING: @chordsykat's Caj and Skwisgaar WARNINGS: Adult Content

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Some things about stardom she would gladly show him. Thousand-count bedsheets. Hand-built pick-ups. Foie gras.

But then, there were some things she wasn't so eager to share.

"Not trying to kill the mood, but you might double-wrap." she said to him, her eyes dancing across his naked body. He felt she was sizing him up like they were about to fight. But they never fought. Not once.

"You's okays?"

"Yeah."

The pause in the air while she looked at him stopped him opening the condom.

"You're very beautiful." She said.

It was improbable that a celebrity of her caliber would think he was anything special. Her body was tight and toned, long and bronze. He felt spindly and sickly as the moonlight shone in on them from the tinted tour bus windows.

"You 'ave to be one of the best looking men I've ever laid eyes on." She said, emphasizing the point. "And now I'm sharing a bed wit' you. I am a lucky girl."

He blushed, thinking of how quickly he'd gone from a bit player in her opening band, to her friend, to this very moment. The memories burned through his consciousness. Nights of longing from afar turning to companionship. Her lithe form cutting against the red glow of the floor lights, of the two of them sharing the stage for the first time... her instinctive vocal inflection, his imperious guitar picking. He felt like they could conquer the world when they were together... and not just with music.

Now, to be on an equal terms and invited into her own bed! He felt her body press into his embrace, then she laid back, basking in the moonglow. The embodiment of her namesake. The imposing individual that was her stage personification giving way to how small she was, bare and exposed on the silky sheets.

He let her lead the dance. She guided his hands over her breasts, down the lines of her ribs, and further still. He was blundering, undisciplined and too fast with his fingers, but she let out a moan of such urgency he could only feel driven to push further.

"I can bare no more skin. But you are welcome to my soul."

"Yous doesn't hast tos."

"I mean it. It's not somet'ing I give to just anyone."

She touched his face. She kissed the hollow of his sternum and drew her tongue from there to his collarbone.

Something in the way she let him fumble and be imperfect made him feel more exposed than he felt in his nakedness. But it was different. It was oddly comfortable. Growing up, he was always taught that perfection was necessary. His mother wouldn't have it any other way.

To be loved, you had to be perfect.

His mother would know, too. Serfetta, in her youth, had it all... and she lost everything the moment she conceived him. Her body was forever changed as it carried a child to term and her life after his birth was even more difficult to manage with another mouth to feed. He had made her suffer because he had made her imperfect.

Or had he?

It was raw and dirty to be allowed to touch someone a little too rough. To have them respond in a way that gave room for mistakes and stranger still, encouraged them. The human spirit in conflict against divine rigidity. It was alluring, obscene, intoxicating.

They didn't even manage to get one condom on before their joined fever crashed into an explosive coupling and a frantic, needful climax.

"Oh, mama..." He whispered.

She took a deep breath, nuzzled his forehead and gave it a kiss.

The moment was over, but she held him in a way that said something else was only just beginning. He'd hoped so, at least. He hoped he hadn't disappointed her.

"Give me a minute to catch my breath. It's rare that someone beats me so completely in the area of stamina."

He blinked and was shocked to see they'd been at it for over an hour. Hard to believe but time had lost its place in the heat of their passion. She curled herself around him like a leopardess.

"I want another shot at impressing you." She said with a wink.

THE END

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Finished in time for my second Kloktober ever! 😘

[angelsandemons]

((I missed that you posted the Ultimate Ship Meme!! If you're still accepting, I and maybe the public? Need to know your opinion on Alastor and Lucifer / Radioapple?! (Disclaimer that although I ship it there's no offense taken if this is about to be a roast on it haha!)

Oh I am DEFINITELY still doing it, please send me all the ships!

For RadioApple in particular though...I feel like I need to give some context before jumping into the meme. Because I do ship it, just not in the way most people do, and that's going to affect how one will read my answers on this meme.

Also obligatory disclaimer that I have no problem whatsoever with people who want to write ooey gooey fluff or spicy smut for radioapple, I think everyone should have fun with what they enjoy!

So, for me personally, I adore their banter. "Hell's Greatest Dad" was amazing and hilarious, and my favorite part of the ship is really that dynamic at the moment. While I don't think Alastor actually sees Charlie as a daughter (I 100% think he said all that just to make Lucifer mad), by the end of season 1, Al is extremely fond of Charlie. I know there are a lot of theories about how he's only there because of the deal he's trapped in, and maybe so, but he didn't have to give her his cane to make her speech. But he did. That meant something.

So with that in mind, I also kind of like their "two dads reluctantly under one roof" dynamic as well. And I do see the possiblity of their relationship getting more friendly over time, with development. But romantic? Ehh....i dunno. Al is defintely ace, like canonically so, and he reads as at least grayromantic to me, if not straight up aro. Still on the fence about that.

But anyway, just bear that in mind here, particularly with the proposals and weddings - I still am not 100% sold on the idea that Lucifer is even divorced from Lilith (but that's for another post) so think of any I talk about here as....performative? Transactional? Something like that.

For awareness, the entire "Sex" section is crossed out, and I will put a * at the end of each bolded item in other places..

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable* | Alright* | I like it!* | Got Pics? | Let’s do it!* | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - As long as Charlie is around

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Doubtful

How was their first kiss? - Lol, no.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Alastor.

Who is the best man/men? - Husker (unwillingly) and Angeldust (slightly more willingly)

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Charlie and Vaggie

Who did the most planning? - Lucifer

Who stressed the most? - Lucifer

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big*

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - the Vees

Sex:

Who is on top? - 

Who is the one to instigate things? -

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None.

How many children will they adopt? - None (charlie is natural child of lucifer and defacto but not adopted child of Al so I don't know where that goes lol)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Lucifer, and no one is sure how or why.

Who is the stricter parent? - Lucifer

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Lucifer

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Alastor

Who is the more loved parent? - Lucifer

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Alastor

Who cried the most at graduation? - Lucifer

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Equally likely (highly likely)

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? - Alastor

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Alastor

Who does the grocery shopping? - Alastor

How often do they bake desserts? - Surprisingly often once they get the hang of it

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - LOL. Meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - surprisingly, Lucifer

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Lucifer

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Lucifer.

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? - Nifty. Seriously, neither of these men are doing much cleaning while in this hotel and that's how Nifty prefers it.

Who is really against chores? - They're actually both pretty willing

Who cleans up after the pets? - Nifty, see above.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Lucifer

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Lucifer

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Lucifer

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Lucifer (yes there are rubber ducks)

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Alastor

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Quite often, they love to put on a show.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Coexist and help charlie along the way

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Lucifer

Who plays the most pranks? - Alastor

[shrinkthisviolet]

barrisco or thallen (because I have massive thallen brainrot right now lol) and "While I appreciate that you did that for me, I don't appreciate the fact that you nearly died because of it." or "You jumped in front of a bullet!" - "And I'd do it again." for the otp prompt ask thingy please?

Thallen brainrot? Happy to help! I used both dialogue bits for this 🥰 (and it got long, so…under the cut):

It had all happened so fast...Barry, grappling with Thawne, a gunshot, Iris's anguished scream...

"Eddie!" His grip loosened on Thawne as he turned, horrified because that was...

That was blood.

"Barry? Barry!"

No, no, not like this! There was so much he hadn't yet said, so much he wanted to say—

"Barry, open your eyes!"

He'd never gotten to tell Eddie how much...

How much he...

"It's okay, Barry."

No, it's not okay, how can anything ever be—?

"Barry." And then he finally placed the voice. "Barry, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm fine."

And then...then Barry realized his eyes were closed, and he opened them.

And there was Eddie, sitting next to him with a sad smile. "Hey, Flash. You scared us all for a minute there."

Eddie was...he was...but how...? "Eddie, how are you—?"

"Something weird happened," Eddie admitted. "The bullet ripped through me, but then..." he pulled his shirt aside—his clean shirt—to reveal...a healing bullet wound?

"Eddie," Barry breathed, "that's...that's incredible."

Eddie nodded, smile dimming a bit at that. "It's...I guess that makes me a meta too, huh?"

"I guess so," Barry agreed. "That's...is that bad?"

"No!" Eddie said quickly. "No, I just mean...I feel even worse now. About...everything. How I talked about the Flash, most of all.”

"Don't." Feeling brave, Barry reached out and squeezed Eddie's hand. "Water under the bridge. I promise."

Eddie smiled wryly. "You're very forgiving, Barry Allen."

"This coming from you? Nah, you have me beat. You forgave me for...well, that time I went off the rails." It scared him to remember how, how close he'd come to...

To killing him. All for what? Iris was never going to love him any more if he’d killed Eddie.

"Well, so did I," Eddie reminded him, "and you helped me out. Not to mention...I spent months before that hating you. We're even now."

"Eddie—"

"We're even," Eddie said firmly.

"Except we're not," Barry argued, "because Eddie...you jumped in front of a bullet!"

“Technically I shot the bullet.”

"That's not funny."

"No," Eddie agreed, sobering, "sorry. I just mean...I'm fine. You can see I'm fine. And I'd do it again. To save your life? Come on, Bar. That's a no-brainer."

Barry blushed at that. "Even after everything?"

"Especially because of everything," Eddie retorted, smiling. "Now come on. Wells—or Thawne, I guess—is locked up, and everyone's waiting in the Cortex. I figured you'd want a minute alone to..."

"Yeah," Barry agreed, smiling as Eddie helped him up. "Thanks. And...Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for…everything really, but...if you ever do that again—"

Eddie laughed. "I won't, scout's honor."

“Eddie, seriously. While I appreciate that you did it for me...I don't appreciate the fact that you nearly died because of it."

Eddie's smile faded as he looked Barry in the eye, and he nodded seriously. "Okay. I guess we'll just have to figure these powers out, then, huh?"

"I guess we will," Barry said, smiling. "You, me, Iris...and the whole rest of the Team too."

"Sounds like a solid plan to me."

Yeah. Barry smiled. It does.

prompt list!

[str4wberrycupid]

You walk into the Villain Rec Room, late to the party because of some villainous scheme of yours gone awry, and...

find everyone gathered on the dance floor sitting crisscross-apple-sauce. TwoBrains is in the center, gesturing for you to hurry up and join them. As you slide into place between Doc and Captain Tangent, you notice a bottle in the center. "Alrighty, then. Now that everybody's settled, let's give this baby a spin," D2B says, whiskers twitching excitedly. "Remember-" his expression turns mischievous and he wiggles his eyebrows, "we're playing villain-style. Anything goes." The crowd agrees. He turns his attention to you. "Since you interrupted, you're starting us off," he says, tossing the bottle to you. If you consent, choose a number between 1-12 and see who you're smoochin'! (Or, if this type of game makes you uncomfy, just read through the kiss headcanons and imagine your OTPs hehe)

Butcher He's a simple (and somewhat bashful) man who loves a good ol' fashioned cheek smooch. He gives you a kiss on the cheek.

Dr. TwoBrains Partially because his queer ass likes to be a little scandalous, and partly because he's a mousie at heart, you get a nip-kiss on the neck. Bitesyoubitesyoubitesyou >:)

Captain Tangent He's embarrassed and launches into a monologue about the history of kissing to try and delay the moment. After some egging on from the others, though, he gives you a little smooch on the back of your hand :3

Invisibill You look around and don't notice him in the crowd....? That is until he turns visible out of nowhere and peppers your face with a million enthusiastic little kisses.

Ms. Question "Is there something you want?" >:3c She's not gonna kiss you until you answer her question~

Glen Brags to you about his kissing skills before performing the worst attempt at kissing the world has ever witnessed. ALTERNATIVELY,,, He gives you a hickey-kiss, because he's a little obsessive (in a sweet way) about you and wants to leave his mark while he has the chance.

Lady Redundant Woman Eskimo kisses you. The fact that her powers come from her nose makes letting you touch her nose more intimate in a strange way. She must really like you!

Whammer WHAMS his face into you. Ouch.

Chuck The blushing mess of a sandwich gives you a simple, chaste kiss on the lips. ✨chu✨

Amazing Rope Guy Somehow his lips are both wet and chapped at the same time,,,,

Nocan the Contrarian "Kiss? NO! NOT KISS!!!" After the others use some backwards-language on him, he ends up giving you a rough, quick, and fond kiss on the forehead.

Guy Rich He pulls you in sweetly, dips you like a dancer, and gives you a romantic smooch that's just like something out of the movies. Smooth.

[wuzetianadmirer]

Prince Jacob Appreciation Post (and me being a SIMP)

Source: Marriage of Convenience

When I saw this motherfucker right here..I felt an emotion that sent the blood rushing to my face, that made my cold dead heart thaw and see the light....that's right...the magic word of the day.....infatuation!

I remember immensely enjoying the character design and personality of this murderous blondie. He made me want to do things so foul, my mother would have to bring out the Holy Water. On second thought, the Holy Water would just evaporate upon coming to contact with me.

Hear me out! I know he's the villain, I know he wants to force Bianca's hand. But I don't hate him for it. Usually when a character is forcing themselves on the main girl or guy, I would immediately hate them and wish the worst. But with him, I was actually sort of rooting for him.

Don't misunderstand of course, Bianca x Zachary is my OTP for real.

But Jacob has that special sort of sense that makes me go feral. I can't be the only one right?

Like, look at this bitch. He's like not a good person, not even close. But do I care? Not really, to be honest. I could fix him...

And in the beginning I sort of just saw him as an obstacle for our main duo. A folly that I'd just forget about. But after learning about his tragic past, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

Like' you see Jacob was born out a one-night-stand by the Emperor. I can't say I hate the Emperor too much, cuz he genuinely loves his children. Jacob was told by his mother that he has to live with his 'family' cuz they will love him. But Jacob is smart. Even if his half-siblings or father didn't treat him cruelly, he knows that he isn't wanted there. He' a reminder of a mistake on the Emperor's part. A stain.

Although I can't relate to abandonment issues cuz I have good parents, I know how it feels to be unwanted. I was a teenager too. And it hurts. To know that people are just tolerating your presence, and they don't truly want to have you around. It's like you're a guest at the party you were invited to by a distant cousin.

So Jacob knew he was exactly going to be pampered there. And he knew what he was.

And that's what makes his own infatuation with Bianca more interesting. He relates to the feeling of abandonment he felt with his family, just as Bianca felt abandoned by her father when he sent her off to marry. I think he was trying to find a person to relate to in Bianca. He wanted someone who could understand and share his pain.

That doesn't excuse what he did, but we all live a Badboi every now and then, right?

Just look at this, just look at that beautiful face. The wind in his hair. The twinkle in his eyes. The faint blush on his cheeks🤚😩👌. He looks as if he's gonna kill an enemy king and present his crown to you in an act of romanticism. I can't tell you in full, the extent of my simping.

If I didn't know who he is, I would have assumed him to be the ML of a romantic manhwa.

And this panel! He looks so pure in this. Like, he looks genuinely in love. In any other context, I would assume that he's a nice ol' dude trying to sneak in to see his beloved. You can't tell me that that hunk is the villain. That he is the big baddie.

We love a man that would get us roses and stalk our childhood home.

Oh Lord! I love his fashion sense. I normally don't like the leopard print fur, but it hits different with him.This bitch literally never looks bad. Plus he's rich. And is willing to kill his nephew to become Emperor and possibly make you Empress. And is a certified hottie. We love a good rebel....

Seriously, I can't be the only one, right?

Why are my standards for men so dangerously low?

Like again, he never looks bad. This motherfucker looks like he belongs in an add for Gucci fr! Please rail me....

He looks so peaceful in this panel. Like I would love to know what's on his mind (probably murder). I simp for this man so hard. Why can't you be real, goddamnit? Why can't I be the object of your infatuation? What does Bianca have that I don't? Abandonment issues?

I need a magic truck-kun to isekai me.

Again, I'd like to try to fix him, but he doesn't need that much fixing, in my opinion.

Once again, I hope whoever stuck till the end has enjoyed this post. Do me a favour and turn the white heart red🥰

[tennessoui]

38 for the Ask for OTPs

thank you so much for sending this one in! :D

[from this list of otp questions]

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

this feels like the age old question lmao is obi-wan a prude or is he a slut and is anakin a no sex before marriage kinda guy or did he sleep around

honestly i love all combinations of answers to that question and i really don't have a preference when it comes to regular, canon obikin

i guess for this specific one about what kind of sex they prefer, i tend to sort obi-wan into being a bit more vanilla with anakin - not because he doesn't have the experience or desire for rougher sex, but because i'm definitely in a huge phase of loving the guilt and shame and angsty emotions obi-wan could have when bedding his former padawan. tying him up or spanking him (hurting him??) on top of taking his innocence would be far too much! meanwhile, anakin wanting everything his master can give him and also everything his master would allow him to take feels pretty on brand - not necessarily in a dark or violent way but certainly in a 'more more more more please more' sort of way which leads me to think of anakin as being more experimental than obi-wan:

"Master, I love what we've been doing," Anakin declares, dropping down onto Obi-Wan's lap and effectively pushing the datapaad out of his way. "Really, I do."

"Oh?" Obi-Wan's tone screams disinterest, but his hands find their way to Anakin's hips all the same. "I didn't realize it was time for my annual review."

Anakin scowls. After about a year of being something more with Obi-Wan, he's realize that, all told--he quite likes him when he's so breathless from kisses that he doesn't have the wherewithal for sardonic quips.

Well, he likes him in all his different forms and variations, of course. Even at his most snarky, he's still Obi-Wan Kenobi and so still someone Anakin loves with his entire being.

"In bed," Anakin adds. "I love what we've been doing in bed. I really do."

Obi-Wan blinks. "Well. Good then, I suppose."

"But I was wondering," Anakin says quickly, before Obi-Wan can steer the conversation in some other direction. "If we were ever going to, you know."

Obi-Wan blinks again. "Going to...." he asks with a furrow of his eyebrows.

"Turn the lights on," Anakin finishes. Now they're both blushing. This is by far both the silliest and most important conversation they've ever had.

"Oh," Obi-Wan says. His eyes have become fixed on a point over Anakin's shoulder. "Is that very important to you?" "Well, it's just that I was talking to Vos, mostly by accident, and we started talking about you, the only thing we really have in common--"

"You're both Jedi masters, you've both raised padawans, you both enjoy romantic literature, you're both incredible pains in my ass--" Obi-Wan begins to list, eyes flashing flinty.

"Exactly," Anakin interrupts. "We were talking about pains in your ass, you know, and he mentioned that he once ran into you at a...a kink club. In the lower levels. And it made me realize that, you know. When we have sex, we don't even turn the lights on usually, and I thought maybe that's just how you were, but not if you went to--to sex clubs as a senior padawan!"

He says all of this quite fast and it's only when he's finished that he realizes he's breathing hard and that his eyes are a bit wet.

"So if it's not you, then it's--it's me," he adds. "Like maybe you don't--actually want me."

Obi-Wan blinks and then his hand is on Anakin's chin, tilting it up to meet his eyes. "Of course it's you," he says. "Of course everything I do and feel for you is different from everything I've ever done and felt in the past. It's incomparable."

Anakin's eyebrows knit together. That's quite a nice thing to hear, but it does little to address his present concerns. "But what if I want the lights on?" he asks, letting his hands rest on Obi-Wan's shoulders. "And like. To tie you up some time. Or to be spanked or something."

Obi-Wan hums and his hand moves to stroke down his hair, tuck a curl behind his ear. "Then let's compromise. What if we start with the lamp on and progress up to the overhead light, hm?"

[tic-toc-clock77]

how about some nina x jane if ya want to write about that. theyre my otp and theres barely any art or writing or anything for them!!!

Omg yes! Okay, I'd love to do this! Personally, I don't necessarily ship this but here's what I think would play out if they eventually became a couple!

Jane x Nina headcanons by tic-toc-clock77!

Nina and Jane met while they were both searching for Jeff. Nina, was searching for him so she could pester him into dating her, which he always denied while Jane was searching for him to take out his victims before he had the chance to.

They met in a rundown apartment shortly after Jeff had run off to get away from the two. When they stated their business to one another, Nina was overdramatic about saying she hated her and that nobody would ever get in the way of her prince which started a half-baked one-sided rivalry.

Soon enough, the two girls were always meeting whether it was because of Jeff or not. Nina started to notice over the course of the months that she wanted to see Jane more and more, enjoying the one sided rivalry they had built together and Jane seen her as sort of cute for keeping it up.

Nina started getting fed up with Jane and tried to attach her but Jane's grip on her arm made Nina suddenly admire her, getting a closer look at Jane and seeing her smile from under her white mask caught her by surprise and her attempts to see her were no longer about Jeff.

Nina had become attached to Jane, following her everywhere and even beginning to live with her and Liu in their cabin the forest. Jane wasn't at all bothered by this, she thought it would be nice to have someone else be against Jeff like she and Liu were but Nina became conflicted for a while over her feelings.

She asked Liu about it one night and he told her, "You're obviously in love with her." Which at first shocked Nina but she thought more and more about it...more about wanting to be close to her, to kiss her, hold her hand...it made Nina blush harder than she'd ever for Jeff.

When she told Jane, she just smiled watching Nina express her feelings in a very flustered manner. Jane couldn't help but hug her right away, planting a small kiss on her forehead. That small gesture of love confirmed Jane's mutual feelings.

As of now, Jane would be 34 and Nina would be 26, meaning they'd be together for about 7 years by 2023. I think they'd have a nice relationship, Nina is very clingy but that doesn't bug Jane at all, they sleep in the same bed and Jane is comfortable with showing Nina her burn scars and holding her hand without gloves on.