#otp: socked feet and all

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

Happily Ever After... /./ [Simber]

The next five years...[takes place: 2025-2029]

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[link here]

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[baronessblixen]

Magical

Yesterday I remembered that I wanted to do the Year of the OTP event. Only took me all of January, eh? So here's the first story. I used the prompts kiss, fake dating and snow.

Set in late season 6, fluff. Wc: 1,144

Tagging @today-in-fic

At first, it was beautiful: A soft, white blanket of snow covering the streets, the trees, and every roof in sight. It was quieter, too, with people smiling, despite the bitter bite of the cold winter air. Now, most of the snow is just slush, barely white, and quite frankly, annoying. At least today it is with Scully rushing towards the bar Mulder begged her to meet him.

It's late afternoon, the sun already set, and Scully just wants to go home. Take off her heels, put her feet in warm, fluffy socks, have dinner, and maybe go to bed at a reasonable time. Those were her plans. Mulder, apparently, has others. She couldn't ignore his texts, pleading with her. Asking her to hurry. If she's honest, she's a bit worried. Knowing Mulder, though, it's probably just a case or something he forgot to mention. But why can't it wait until tomorrow? Why didn't he just call her?

She enters the bar and is not at all surprised at how packed it is. She has to get on tiptoes to look for Mulder, but even then, she can't spot him. Just as she's about to take out her phone and call him, a hand touches her back. She knows it's Mulder before he leans close, his breath tickling her neck, whispering, "it's just me." Heat shoots through her body, making her sweat in her winter coat.

"I'm here," she says, sounding out of breath. "What's so important it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

"You trust me, right?" The question throws her.

"Of course I do," she says.

"I will explain later, but... please just play along? Oh no, there she is again. Please?"

"Who?" Scully asks but doesn't get an answer, because Mulder puts his arm around her and pulls her close. He's wearing the fakest smile she's ever seen and it's directed at a tall brunette that's walking towards them. Scully gasps, briefly mistaking the woman for Diana. It's not her. For one, this woman is much younger.

"Fox," she says, touching his arm. "You can't just wander off!" She snickers but the sound dies on her lips when she notices Scully. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Dana," he says. "She's my girlfriend." Scully snaps her head in his direction. Their eyes meet and his are desperate. Please play along. Please, please, please. All his texts now make sense. Except... they don't. Isn't this woman exactly the kind of woman he's interested in?

"Richie didn't say anything about a girlfriend," the young woman says, crossing her arms. She narrows her eyes and observes Scully, who puts her hand on Mulder's arm, gently squeezing it.

"Richie didn't know," Scully says. She doesn't know who Richie is, but figures it doesn't matter. "We keep a low profile."

"Whatever," the woman whose name Scully doesn't know says. "He's boring, you know. What a waste of time." With that she stalks off and Mulder lets out a sigh of relief. He doesn't let go of her, his arm still around her.

"Thank you," he says.

"Who was that?"

"Natalie," Mulder explains. "Or Nats, as she introduced herself to me. Langly set this up."

"Richie," Scully says, putting two and two together.

"I didn't know he was going to do it. He's here with a date and neither Frohike nor Byers wanted to come. So he ambushed me."

"Poor Mulder," Scully says, biting her lip. It's no use, though, and she starts laughing. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," he says softly, smiling at her. Natalie is long gone but they're still holding each other.

"I owe you. How can I make it up to you?"

"Take me home," she says, much to Mulder's surprise, judging by his expression, "and get us some take-out."

"Done and done." His hand returns to the small of her back, leading her outside, back into the cold. But this time she isn’t cold. Mulder’s hand remains in its familiar place as they walk slowly toward Mulder’s car.

“Hey look,” he says. “It’s snowing again.” Scully lifts her head into the dark blue sky that’s tinged with orange hues. She takes a deep breath and lets the cold air revive her. She smiles when a snowflake lands on her lips. She catches it with her tongue, just like she used to do as a child. That’s when she notices Mulder watching her. She doesn’t know how she missed it. Or why she was surprised by what happened at the bar just now. It’s all in his eyes right now, right here.

“I always thought snow was magic,” Mulder says, his voice as gentle as the snowfall.

“You did?” She asks and he nods.

“If you think about it,” he says, turning to her, “it really is magic. So many conditions have to happen at the same exact time for it to snow. Wouldn’t you call that magic?”

“You know how I feel about magic,” she says.

“Fine, it’s not magic. But it does look magical, doesn’t it? Each snowflake is unique in its form. No two are the same and each is perfect and beautiful.”

“It does look magical,” she concedes. The snowfall is getting heavier, snowflakes catching in Mulder’s hair and his eyelashes. He looks beautiful and she considers telling him so. Instead, she just stares at him and watches him standing there in the snow. Right up until he catches her gazing at him and not the sky.

“Hi,” he says with a grin.

“Hi. So, um, Mulder… what happened in that bar was-”

“I know I should have warned you, but I was desperate.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She nods at him, needing to hear him spell it out. “I wasn’t interested in her.”

“She’s your type.”

“She’s not.”

“Pff, come on, Mulder.”

“Fine, she’s my type. But… looks aren’t everything. I wasn’t interested in her. I’m not interested in anyone who might be considered tall and brunette.” Despite the cold, her cheeks flush. “We were going to get food, right? I don’t want you to turn into an icicle. I think we’ve spent enough time in arctic temperatures.”

“You didn’t even kiss me,” she blurts out and Mulder stops walking again, turning to her.

“What?”

“I always thought that any fake relationship included kissing.” Her heart is thumping in her chest, but she knows she’s right, and she’s not shying away from her feelings, or from his. This time, he isn’t either. He grins at her and pulls her closer to him. Their bodies flush, she has to crane her head to look at him. It’s worth it.

“I hope you know that nothing about this is fake,” he says, lowering his head, his lips so close she can feel his breath against her own.

He steals her ‘I know’ from her tongue and they kiss and kiss and kiss.

It’s simply magical.

[bradshawsbaby]

For the January OTP Prompts, could you do “warm soup and fresh bread” with Bob? Thank you!

This one made me hungry! 😋

Midwestern winters were no joke.

While you would have loved to spend the two weeks’ vacation time your husband had finally been given somewhere tropical and warm, you had been more than happy to agree to a trip to his childhood home to house sit for his parents while they went on a cruise for their anniversary.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Bob had asked, stroking your cheek gently with the back of his hand. “I know it’s not much of a vacation,” he added, a look of guilt spilling over in his blue eyes.

“Bobby, it’s fine,” you assured him sincerely, reaching up and grasping his hand in yours. “As long as we’re together, I don’t care where we are.”

The sentiment was still true, but you weren’t sure how much you were loving the subzero temperatures. No wonder your in-laws had decided to go on this cruise now.

Thought you weren’t a fan of the freezing cold, you did have to admit that the frigid weather and the massive piles of snow did have some perks—you and Bob had barely left the house once since you’d arrived and you’d found plenty of creative ways to keep warm. When you woke this morning, clad in a pair of thick sweatpants and one of Bob’s old flannels, you couldn’t help but smile at the delicious soreness still lingering in your limbs.

Your smile turned to a frown, however, when you realized your husband wasn’t beside you. Climbing out of bed, you immediately slipped your feet into your fuzzy slippers and grabbed one of Bob’s sweatshirts, pulling it over your head.

“Bobby?” you called out, wandering through his parents’ spacious home in search of him.

It was only when you walked into the living room that you became conscious of the faint whirring sound outside. It had snowed again last night, and the air was thick and heavy with it. Stepping over to the window and flicking the curtain aside, you let out a soft hum when you caught sight of your husband atop his father’s snow plow, trying to carve out pathways through the tightly packed pile of fresh snow.

With how much it had snowed, he’d probably be out there for well over an hour, if not more. Your sweet husband. He was finally on vacation from an incredibly stressful job, and here he was working just as hard as he always did.

Knowing he’d be freezing and hungry by the time he was done, you hurried into the kitchen to begin preparing something for him. If he was going to take care of you, you were certainly going to take care of him. Thankfully, the pantry and fridge were well stocked, so you easily pulled out all the ingredients you needed for a hearty vegetable soup. Once that was simmering on the stovetop, you reached into the fridge for the dough you’d left to settle and chill overnight.

You began humming softly to yourself as you pulled the dough apart and shaped it into two small loaves, setting them in the oven with a satisfied little huff.

While the soup was simmering and the bread was rising, you turned your attention to preparing a pot of coffee, knowing Bob would need it to warm his chilled bones. You set the kitchen table as well, loving the slow mornings and early afternoons you had been getting to enjoy together while Bob was off from work.

Just as you were pulling the bread out of the oven, you heard the back door of the house open and a pair of heavy boots stomp against the floor.

“Sweetie?” Bob called out, a slight tremble in his voice from the cold. “Are you up?”

“In the kitchen!” you called back, grabbing two bowls for your soup.

“Smells amazing in here,” he smiled when he appeared in the doorframe a moment later, wearing a thick sweater and a heavy pair of jeans, as well as what appeared to be two or three pairs of socks. He’d left his snow-crusted coat and boots by the back door. “G’morning, by the way,” he added with an affectionate grin.

“Good morning,” you replied, walking over to wrap your arms around him and kiss him in greeting.

His face was bright red from the cold, his hair sticking up slightly from where he’d pulled his hat off, and his lips were like ice when you kissed them. But when you pulled back, you noticed with a smile that his glasses were already starting to fog up.

“You’re like an icicle, baby,” you told him, running your hands up and down his arms. “Go change and I’ll set out your food for you.”

“Fresh coffee? Soup? Warm bread?” Bob asked, blue eyes widening as he glanced over your shoulder at everything you’d prepared. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course I did, silly,” you laughed, poking him in the side. “Now go get changed before you get pneumonia.”

Bob just smiled, cupping your face in his cold hands and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You’re too good to me. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Bobby.”

January OTP Prompts ❄️

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Remember when I said yesterday's prompt was the hardest one for me to write and the words just weren't wording? I lied, this one was the hardest to write and the words REALLY were not wording. I am not happy with it, but alas I want to go back to reading my new book so here it is, it all it's subpar glory. I'm proud of myself for finishing it though, and sticking to my goal so far for 2024! ❤️

9. Slippers

George always ran hot. He was happy to wander around in a tee shirt and jeans while Matty was required to be bundled up in at least two layers and a scarf. He would then still complain that he was cold. Luckily, George was always happy to share his warmth with Matty, tucking him into his side, with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. However, despite being Matty’s own personal space heater, George had the coldest toes of any partner Matty had ever shared a bed with. He would lounge around their shared home in nothing but boxer shorts and wool socks, complaining on even the hottest of days that his feet were freezing, jamming his toes under Matty’s thigh when they sat on the sofa, causing him to squawk with outrage.

Matty had gotten him a pair of slippers for Christmas two years ago, feeling silly as he ordered them off the Ugg Australia website. He wanted to get George something useful, something thoughtful and was worried that he would think the slippers were silly, or not enough. But George’s face had lit up when he unwrapped them, a grin on his face and tears in his eyes as he pulled Matty into his arms, pressing a kiss to the side of his head in thanks. The slippers became the most important item in George’s wardrobe, worn constantly at home, and a must bring when he packed for tour. 

Which was why it was so shocking, so distressing to George that he had forgotten them at home when packing for a month in the countryside with the boys. They had rented a house in the middle of nowhere, just the four of them, reconnecting with their roots as they worked to write and record their sixth album. He had planned to pack his slippers last, he had been wearing them as he filled his suitcase with jeans and tee shirts and joggers and sweatshirts that Matty would inevitably steal. He had then slipped off his slippers and shoved his feet into a pair of trainers and brought his bag out to the car, he had then gone back into the house to get Matty’s as well when he realized that he had left it sitting in the kitchen, getting distracted on his way out to the car. 

George always gave Matty a hard time for being forgetful, like nearly leaving for a month with no luggage at all, teasing him that he would forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. But this time it was George who had forgotten something. He could clearly picture his slippers sitting in the front hall by the door where he had kicked them off. His toes were freezing and he was beyond frustrated with himself. How was he supposed to record an album with cold feet?!

Matty had just scoffed when he had complained. “Babe,” said Matty slowly, like he was talking to a child, “why don’t you just order another pair on Amazon.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

[dorminchu]

wip wednesday -- aot, marley arc

a/n: alas... the brainworms have returned. thanks to @lunarcrystal's vc!Annie AU. this scene in-progress takes place in medias res from the post-canon ereannie au I'm working on. it's technically a soft reboot of a chapter (or several) from the 30 days OTP challenge that was in need of trimming.

She rapped on the door of the flat and waited around a minute for an answer. "Oi, Krueger," she barked.

Could be asleep. Or simply out on an errand. It wouldn't kill her to ask around the tenement, or make her rounds. She got enough shit from her Warrior colleagues wasting her time down here in Liberio's slums. Asking too many neighbors would give him reason to lie low.

She detected movement on the other side. She stepped aside in turn as the door opened.

He wasn't wearing any bandages this time. His left eye bore a perforated scar down the cornea. He blinked, then his brow creased. "Vice-Commander." She could smell the alcohol on him. "Come back to say hello?"

"I just wanted to see if you had drunk yourself to death."

"Not today. I wouldn't mind the company though." Annie deliberated. On the one hand, it didn't exactly behoove her to humour the enemy outright. "Stay a while," said Eren coolly, pushing the door a little wider with his shoulder. "Gets boring talking to the wall all day."

His good eye dug into her. She stepped through the door.

The kitchen decently-kept. A few dishes on the table the remains of a meal. The Liberio tenements didn’t have running water or electricity, so the wood stove in the center of the room was the only source of heat in winter. The half-empty bottle of alcohol on the table, glittering in the sunlight.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess,” Eren muttered. “Wasn’t expecting anyone.”

She side-eyed him. “No friends?” He shook his head. “Women?”

He paused, squaring his shoulders. “No, ma’am.” If she could see his ears they’d be pink. He gestured toward the threshold. “You’ll want to see the other rooms?”

“Lead the way.”

He was so tall, even on crutches, that he had to bend down to clear the doorway into the next room.

There was a bed against the wall. Not much furniture to speak of beyond a beat-up wardrobe and a closet. If he were writing regularly to an outside party he’d keep the letters someplace clandestine. She walked the length of the room in a few paces. A light breeze shifted the curtains in front of the only window in the room, cracked open. Eren was leaning against the doorframe. On her feet, she came up to his breastbone.

“I need to look at the dresser and wardrobe.”

Eren shrugged. “All right.”

The wardrobe had only a few ratty suits and a pair of boots, bottle of shoeshine. In front of the dresser she got down on her knees to rifle through a few shirts, rolled-up pairs of pants, old socks. The linen smelled faintly of mold. She shut the drawer and said in a tight voice, “The mattress, then.”

“It’s pretty heavy. I can help you.”

She ignored him. Walked over to the other side of the room with the window behind her, and lifted. The light of day revealing the underside of a decrepit mattress. Her jaw grit. She let it fall. She’d need a warrant to tear his room apart, even in the slums of Liberio. 

“Terrible, isn’t it? I’d burn it now if I were able to afford a new one.”

Annie stormed into the kitchen, ignoring his protest. She grabbed the bottle on the table and took a deep pull. Lukewarm. Probably been out all morning. It burned her throat on the way down and she stifled a cough into her arm, eyes watering.

“Rough day?” called Eren from the threshold.

“You’re sick,” she hissed. “Grice is too naïve to understand what kind of monster you are.”

“I don’t mean him any harm. Nor you.” He glanced down at his leg. “I can’t transform.”

The alcohol went to her head. Dropping her guard, no better than handing him the knife. “How long will you be staying in Liberio?”

“Only ‘til the festival.”

His voice neutral. Enemies did not look at each other the way he always had. She always told herself the next time they spoke would be to the other’s grave. How simple it was, for him to rebel. He made it his prerogative. Each time, he found a way to reappear and make everything worse. He only saw her cool veneer, never the itch in her blood close to jealousy. The war would be over within the year. Paradis would be destroyed with impunity.

“You don’t look drunk,” said Annie.

“The clerk at the general store calls me a heavyweight drinker,” Eren answered, shifting his weight on his good leg. “I guess that’s true.”

Her image reflected in his working eye, drowning in his desolation. This hunger shared between them. Four years of cold, unsympathetic truths turned the outspoken idealist into a man half-dead. His conviction sucked the life from him. The same vacancy she saw in Braun’s eyes, when he thought he was alone. Annie licked her lips, in a silent battle with herself over what to say. The responsible thing to do. The silence between them so charged a knife couldn’t cut it.

She let her head fall forward, colliding harmlessly into his chest. Kicking out his leg, he crumpled to meet the floor. She was on top of him, fists in his shirt. Breathing hard, despite the lack of exertion. Eren stared at her, wide-eyed. Sober, there would be no excuse for this conduct. Tenderness would not win a war. Sympathies reserved for the civilians who read about the atrocities overseas in the comfort of their homes. In his place, she’d wrap his hands around the traitor’s throat and squeeze the life from her.

Instead, leaning down to press her mouth to his, biting his lip. He groaned, coming to life beneath her.

The world shifted on its axis. Her back met the floor. Eren, bracing on his elbows, took her face in his hands and crushed his mouth to hers with the rapacious fever of a man ready to die. Threading fingers through his unkempt hair, her tongue slashed against his teeth. He grabbed her jaw with fingers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. They could only get so close without inevitably devouring each other.

"Annie," he whispered, stealing another kiss, then another, until her head was spinning. "Annie." Her name was a confession. An apology. Every second spent inert was wasted. He pulled back, his hair a curtain around her face. “This your plan?” With his forehead to hers, his working eye and the perforated one, she cupped his face. “No.”

[psapphic95]

Asks about your OPT

#4

-😛

4 - Asks about your OTP: What physical traits do they love the most about each other?

Interesting one!

It could be easier to distinguish between 'physical traits,' as in specific characteristics determined by genetics (hair colour, eye colour, dimples etc), and the 'body parts' that they love about each other.

Regina loves all parts of Emma's body but she loves her feet the most. We all know Regina has a foot fetish, but only for Emma. She'd never experienced a fixation on anyone's feet before, but she think there’s something so innocent about the fact that Emma is constantly barefoot or loves cute little socks and Regina loves worshipping that ‘little’ innocent, pure side of her. 

Emma also adores all parts of Regina’s body but she loves her soft tummy the most. It’s something she finds so sexy and feminine. Regina put on a tiny bit of ‘happy relationship weight’ since the start of their relationship and some of it travelled to her tummy - Emma fucking loves it. If Regina makes any small inference that she wants to lose weight, Emma will literally throw a tantrum. 

In terms of ‘traits,’ Emma loves Regina’s jaw. How it’s shaped and especially the way it clenches when she’s annoyed or angry. There are times that Emma annoys Regina on purpose just to see her jaw tighten and clench.

Regina, in kind, loves Emma’s little dimples. It’s one of the first things she noticed about Emma when she first saw her clearing snow off her car with Ruby, and was something she continued to obsessively think about as she stalked Emma for ages before they properly ‘met.’ Regina is a big sucker for anything cute and there's nothing she thinks is cuter than Emma's sweet little face.

[rewritingcanon]

ted and andromeda headcanons because my mind is on them rn:

they give me raven x beast boy vibes, which was my otp as a kid so...

also black cat x golden retriever

like imagine andromeda with her unruly curly head of dark hair, eye bags, brown (almost black) eyes on her pale face, frown lines, always got her arms crossed and always speaks in this sort of tired voice vs this shaggy blond haired man who’s probably a star wars nerd, sunkissed and dimpled, has got removable tattoos and loom band bracelets on his wrists, painted toenails in different colours and wears mismatching socks with crocs and is never not smiling

so ted is a clumsy man (important for next point)

andy met ted when he fell on his face and spilt ink all down his shirt because he was laughing at peeves wiggling his ass at him in their fifth year and consequently lost his footing on the staircase

luckily it was a short fall and he landed on his face in front of andy, and she was like ‘yep, i want that one.’

and then she proceeded to avoid him for another full year, because she was so scared shitless of her feelings

both have a lot of arm hair and they sometimes use gel to make it go in stupid patterns

ted is tall, andromeda is short

ted is double jointed and it grosses andy out

andromeda fell first and harder (smh)

after becoming good friends with ted, andy would literally pay bellatrix not to tell their family she was close with a muggle born. narcissa was disapproving of the relationship too, but she was more easy to persuade

you wouldn’t think it but andy gets so emotional watching sad movies, and introducing her to muggle films just opened up a whole new ballpark for her. cue ted rubbing her back and lightly teasing her as she’s ugly sobbing to ‘love story’ and ‘a star is born’

andy would have some brain-rotting intimacy issues that usually got in the way of healthily communicating her feelings to ted. when they became a couple, she had to unlearn a lot of things or risk hurting him (and she did hurt him, no matter if it was unintentional)

ted confessed, no way in hell would andy do it. even then, she thought he was pranking him

andromeda gets incredible bedhair (i’m talking lion’s mane, frizzy ball of curls mess) and ted loves it

in fact, ted’s slow-building attraction to andy started of with him constantly playing with her hair, and not being able to stop touching it. she became used to it at some point, but he never did

ted tried his hand at poetry once. he gave up because all his poems sucked, except the ones he wrote about andromeda. they weren’t half bad. andy secretly loves them

edgy infp x loud enfj couple

ted’s love language is touch, andy’s is quality time

blah blah blah andy was scared of pursuing ted okay but ted was also terrified when he first realised he was in love with her. he knew what her family thought about muggles and muggleborns, he knew he should just be grateful that they were friends. he was so scared of fucking up and making her choose

but andromeda would drop everything for him in a heartbeat, though, and she did. she never knew what home should have felt like until she met him.

when ted and andy got married (a very noticeably small celebration, as it was only ted’s family really) the two got really shitfaced and started dancing to muggle rock music

both of them have two left feet, something andromeda is usually really embarrassed about. she was too drunk and happy to care, however

and when ted died, she started to write poetry as he had, and she was amazing at it. especially when she wrote about him

[transfenris-truther]

For the Random OTP Asks: 4, 16, 38, and 43

Ah, thanks so much anon! Answers for Fenris and Julian Hawke.

4. Who acts tough but actually is really submissive?

If there is one of them, it's Fenris. He definitely plays very confident and self-assured when he really isn't. He's fundamentally very eager-to-please Hawke and when he finally has an opportunity to be in control of the sexual aspect of their relationship, he finds he's not really all that into being in charge. The both like mutality, a bit of give and take and reciprocity. But ultimately Fenris prefers a more submissive role. He finds he likes when they get comfortable enough for Hawke to be a bit rough with him. There's a point where he feels like he can let go of some of the shame and start to enjoy his own sexuality, but it takes time and experimentation to get there.

16. Who is your OTP’s unofficial/official child?

They disagre vehemently about this. For Julian it's Carver. Julian's siblings are younger than him and he will always kind of view himself as Carver's third parent. To Fenris, this is patently absurd. He's barely a year older than Carver and the two of them are actually good friends. Maybe Carver needed Hawke to parent him at one time, but no longer. For Fenris it's Merrill but he feels terrible guilt about it and would never say that out loud. Especially once he learns they were both born in the same year.

38. What kind of parents would they be? (I just answered this one, but I pasted it below)

Indulgent ones. Julian was an excellent big brother and has all the necessary skills to make a child eat their peas and say please and thank you. But he's not all that inclined to actually do that. He loves being a fun dad. Loves to spoil his kids and give them all the things he felt he missed out on as a child of an apostate. For Fenris' part, fatherhood ends up fulfilling a desire he never really identified in himself. He adores being a parent and a spouse and having a home and a family which is his. He's also prone to spoiling just a little. Julian thinks Fenris is SUCH a hard-ass, but it's Fenris who is most likely to "forget" that there's a punishment going on or to slip a bit of candy into a kid's hand when no one's looking. They both hate seeing siblings fight, but Fenris is the one whose heart really breaks when he sees it and Hawke's the one who usually has to break up arguments. Julian remembers fighting with Carver all the time and he remembers Carver and Bethany fighting with each other. He knows it's no big deal. Fenris doesn't have clear memories of fighting with his sister, and the ones he does have are genuinely upsetting.

43. How do they say ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Ex “Have you drank any water today?”

Hawke shows affection a thousand different ways. When they're traveling, there's always apples in the packs. There's always thick socks, sturdy boots and warm coats in Fenris' size, even if he infrequently wears them. He lets Fenris press cold hands and feet against his skin even though he hates it. He also has no trouble saying "I love you," "I adore you," "You make me so happy."

Fenris says "I love you" with a cup of tea left at Hawke’s elbow while he answers letters. By bringing Hawke's breakfast up to bed most mornings. By running with Hawke's dog before Julian wakes. He'll get up in the middle of his reading to go find Hawke, to finish his book tucked against Hawke's side or in his lap. He doesn't say "I love you" as easily. In the middle of the night when he's certain Julian is asleep, pressing Hawke's hand to his sternum, he'll whisper "Yours." Eventually he's brave enough to say something more.

[hopefulstarfire]

Shieldshipping for the OTP ask meme? (As many questions as you want.)

I'm feeling a little silly and goofy so let's go with all of them. I will be putting a read more up here too bc these are gonna be long lmfao. Thank you for the ask!!!!

1. Who wakes up first?

Maddox does for work, though Rishid's usually not far behind him. If it's a day off for Maddox though, he is sleeping in.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Maddox.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Probably Rishid, just because he likes to take his time enjoying his morning and enjoying the peace and quiet before he gets downstairs.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

They both usually stay cuddling, though Rishid likes to read his books and Maddox will have his earbuds in watching B99, the Office, Always Sunny or any of Gordon Ramsey's shows. He likes getting to look over and see Rishid's little expressions over certain scenes in his book, and Rishid always enjoys hearing Maddox's quiet little mumbling commentary.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

They both do at this point. If they go to watch a movie together after they put the girls to bed, they're both just out like a light on the couch halfway in.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

RISHID.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Maddox. He pulls them up on his phone and will go to wherever Rishid is in the house with a shit eating grin and wrap his arms around him and ask him. Or he'll text them to him throughout the day.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

Maddox. But it's never if he's playing with Rishid and the twins. He enjoys his quality family time. It's when he's playing with like Kat or Marik or some of the others. Because they antagonize him, especially Marik, and he's tired of getting blue shelled consistently.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Maddox.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

It's not really their style at all.

It's Marik who does that to them.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Rishid. I think there's one day he and Maddox are cleaning the house together and he just decides that's more efficient to have it that way and looks nicer.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Maddox, though it's a little while into the relationship. Mostly because he does not want to sneak up on Rishid and scare the shit out of him early on.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Their daughters, like, before even Maddox can. They spot the dogs and Maddox is immediately like where--

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

I don't think either of them really get road rage. Rishid's pretty chill and Maddox usually is too. But if something irks him he's going to start grumbling.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Rishid for indoors and sleeping. Maddox is also indoors but he refuses to sleep in socks.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Rishid. He always has it for Maddox, but especially for the girls because he knows they got the paler complexion and he's worried they'll get really burnt.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

They both do. They actually do an itemized checklist together to make sure they have everything when it comes to not just the documents, but literally everything else.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Rishid. Maddox knows how much he enjoys getting to look out at the world below and all of nature and the sky in its glory.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Maddox does, unintentionally, in his sleep.

20. What do they argue about the most?

They're not much of a couple to argue, but Maddox does fret a little because Rishid will lay his life on the line to protect everyone and self sacrifice a lot and Maddox just wants to make sure that he's happy and loved and also not being completely stubborn because sir you were struck with lightning once already let's keep that from happening again.

21. Who’s clumsier?

They're both decently graceful.

22. Who texts more often?

Probably Maddox and it's because he's sending Rishid memes while he's at work and Rishid's like "habibi you have tasks to focus on" "eh, my tech runs itself, look at this funny dog video".

23. Who is better with kids?

They're both equally great with kids and it's one of the things that drew them to each other; Maddox saw how great Rishid was with the twins and Rishid saw him as this amazing father and how much love he had.

24. Who’s the better cook?

I think Maddox just slightly because cooking is his great passion, but there are definitely recipes that Rishid's a lot better at. Rishid also is the person that fines the best fresh groceries and it's definitely helped improve Maddox's recipes tenfold.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

They both have once or twice, mainly when they were really tired.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Neither of them.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Probably Maddox.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Neither. I think they'd both feel so bad if they woke everyone in the house up.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Maddox. If Rishid's making them though, he gives the spoon and batters to the girl.

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Rishid likes to do them if Maddox cooked and Maddox likes to do them if Rishid cooked.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Rishid makes this mouth wateringly good lentil soup and Maddox will get these big cravings for it, especially when he's sick.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Rishid. He's very observant and always keeps notes of what everyone likes and goes for and what they dislike. It also makes it a lot easier when the twins are sitting there like "ummmmmm....hmmm...."

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Maddox absolutely loves ice cream sandwiches, they're his main goal to, but he likes butter pecan cones and the brownie batter blizzards from Dairy Queen.

Rishid I think really likes strawberry ice cream cups, he'd rather that than a cone.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

They go on dates fairly often. They go on dates to the park with the girls, out to eat, to the library or even out to their backyard to do some stargazing with each other. There's some Botanical gardens outside of Domino that they really enjoy too. Literally anything they can do that's going to be nice quality time with each other is a date for them.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

I have apparently blocked Harry Potter so much out of my subconscious I had to look this up and I originally thought "is that food? Is this like the cilantro thing?"

Rishid would probably smell like fresh blankets right out of the dryer, spaghetti being cooked and the smell of Maddoxs cologne. Maddox would probably snell Rishids lentil soup, campfire and the shampoo his man's uses.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

No one expected Rishid to be a fucking cuddle fiend but this man is touch starved and just wants to hold Maddox close to him and enjoy his presence and let his guard down for a while.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Maddox is. Rishid acts like he's not cold and that he wore enough layers but Maddox will catch him very subtly shivering and he's like "babe babe take this take this it's okay I'm a furnace I will be fine."

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

RISHID. If Maddoxs hands are off the steering wheel for any reason it is solely to steal some of his daughters fries from Burger World for the Dad tax. Because otherwise his father would beat his ass.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Rishid and the girls do it for Maddoxs lunches for work all the time and they usually have the girls drawings and it's the cutest thing for him. Usually they're little encouragements like "have the best day ever" or "We love you very much" and they're so cute Maddox about tears up every time.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

They both are, but I think Maddox was the most affectionate at first, until Rishid felt like he could initiate it more. They both love doing forehead touches and finding each others hands to hold in any situation. They're very huggy too and Maddox isn't afraid to just fucking dip kiss him in public tbh.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

They will swap every now and again, but Maddox enjoys being the big spoon and having Rishid as the little spoon. But Rishid enjoys both acts, but, if he's having a rough night, he wants to hold Maddox and feel like he's got him and can protect him.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

For Rishid, it's Maddoxs arms. They always feel like home and are warm and welcoming. He feels his best and his dafest being held and holding him. He also loves all of Maddoxs tattoos and tracing his fingers along them when they're cuddling; each tell a story that's so uniquely Maddox.

For Maddox, it's Rishids eyes. They're both very much like a cats but also they look like a couple of different gemstones. He loves seeing how they light up when he gets excited and how they soften so much when the girls come running up to their Abi.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

When they both realize they have feelings for each other (for Maddox, it's more like he realized "ohhhh these are even deeper than I thought FUCK") it's very much a thing of they're trying to play it so casually with each other while screaming internally because neither of them know if they should admit they have feelings or not.

When they do confess, the first thing that changes is that they start slowly but surely being more physically affectionate.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Maddox tends to stick with babe, Rishid calls him habibi.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

They both worry an equal amount namely as like. The big brother's of their group constantly in charge of making sure nobody fucking dies and also they're the parents of twins. They worry all the time 😂. Also look at their fucked up lives it's normal.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Typically it's Maddox, but he always gets super excited when it's Rishid and flustered.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Maddox and it's because it slips out talking to Rishid about how much he cares about him and means to him and it slips out so naturally and they're both just staring at each other like Oh my God that just got said oh fuck.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Rishid. He mostly wants to make sure his brother and sister approve and they're just happy that he's choosing happiness for himself. He wanted their blessing because his siblings mean everything to him.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

I think they're pretty self sufficient and try and focus on tasks they need to get done or just their leisure time or hanging out with the others! But they make sure to call each other every night and say good night and I love you.

Probably Rishid and it's because he's not used to it bc Trauma.

[ronmanmob]

Beth and Ron <3

Ships In The Night Meme

Rate: NOTP | Ew | Nah | Alright | Cute | I LOVE them | They are perfect | OTP | THEY ARE MY BEAUTIFUL, SWEET CHILDREN AND I SHALL PROTECT THEM AS THEIR MOTHER

Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

If Ronnie and Beth find themselves abed at the same time - which is an occasionally rare thing if the heat's sending Ron up the wall or either of their medication regimens is making sleep/general comfort impossible - and the mood's right for a snuggle, Ron's usually the one who tugs his slight and dusky counterpart into the curve of his body rather than Beth curling round him from behind. Rare's the day the reverse comes to pass. If it does, something's beyond off in Ron's world.

Adult!Verse heights

Ronnie's somewhere between 5'7 and 5'10 depending on how closely you'd like to imagine him resembling his real life counterpart (who was a stately 5'7.5 foot in his socks. Beth most often starts her day at 5'0 (5'1 if the day's beginning includes a dancing to the radio interlude and she ends up stood light as a bird on Ron's feet while they sway) and can end particularly tasking ones at 4'11 and a sneeze.

Who falls asleep while watching romcoms?

"Bold'a yah t'assume I sleep!" burbled Mr Sudden Laughter.

Who suggests watching romcoms?

See, without a nudge in their direction Ron isn't much of a romcom type of fella. He's more a historical drama or documentary sort. So the nudge may need to come from Beth, ever a particular title caught her fancy. He'd watch along contentedly though, and if he enjoyed the genre particularly there's nothing to say Ron wouldn't peruse the shelves of his preferred streaming service.

Who makes all the decisions?

"Neivah." There's a finality and a distaste in the word for the very notion that there might be some kind of imbalance of sway, will or power in his relationship with Beth. It leeches into the furrow of Ron's brow and the set of his shoulders. "Th'word's egalitarian. She 'n I, we's th'same. Ain't no imp'asition ov will or nuffin' like it. If th'decision's f'us as a couple, we decide t'gevah."

Who carries the other one to bed when they fell asleep on the couch?

Laughter's implication escapes through a huff. "She'd 'av a job 'eftin' us up on 'er shouldahs, bless 'er. If there's carryin' t'do, s'my arms, my back, my shouldahs tha' 'old 'er."

Who proposes?

"THAT" Ron said. "Would be absalutely tellin'..."

Will they have a big wedding?

A similarly secretive cast endures in Ron's expression, and he shakes his head mutedly once, twice...But then, the presence of his twin brother encroaching suddenly, the gears switch visibly. He enlivens, new energy in his hands, his expression, the rakish grin tugging his lips back off his teeth--

"M'a Kray, ain't I! We don't do fings li'le. It'd be St Pauls prob'ly. All'a East Lahndan invited, Reg as me best man...Yeah."

All that sounded like Hell, but facades were there for keeping.

"Yeah" Ron repeated, his hopes pinned on sounding like Reg thought he should. "--It could get massive."

Who accidentally eats all the popcorn while sharing a box?

@Beth

Who pays for dates?

"Once upon a time I would insist" Ron said. "Bu' since we settled in t'gevah we eivah split th'bill or take turns payin'. Neivah ov us struggles f'cash, so treatin' th'ovvah's more a gesture 'ov affection than anyfin-- Not tha' it weren't b'fore."

Who’s the most romantic?

Ron's head wobbles slightly from side to side in a kind of I'm weighing up that question gesture. Endless examples of their specific kind of romance flicker by - everything from making a simple but delicious dinner together, long walks with the dogs hand in hand, heady tears enjoyed in shared glee through all of Covent Garden's bespoke eateries and store-fronts, to morning sways to music, surprise visits to each other's place of work on a lunch break to deliver a sweet treat, carnal nights...

A smirk flickers onto Ron's lips.

"--Egalitarian" he says. "We're much th'same."

Random headcanon

Ron isn't the best with spelling and grammar - the legacy of spending much of his school life working to help support his mum and siblings - and his handwriting when he's putting down his own thoughts or words on paper can be anything between passable-ish to fucking appalling. However, when he's copying down a menu onto a chalk board, or decorating that board with lettering that he's got a reference picture for, he's actually quite the artist. "It ain't writin', is it" he's commented when the discrepancy's been pointed out. "M'drawin'...S'different."

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

I'll Buy a Big House, Where We Both Could Live /./ [Simber]

In which Simba finally comes around to moving to London...[takes place: idk early November?]

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

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[namimatsuceo]

NAMIMATSU OTP ASK MEME. CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR [ idk who it is but lmk if you do. ✨️ ]

1. Who wakes up first? Always Namikawa.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Matsuda always wants to but... work. He never gets to.

3. Who takes longer getting ready? Namikawa. Pretty long hair just takes longer.

4. When they can't sleep, what do they do? Matsuda lays there and stares at the ceiling, trying to count sheep [ that never gets him anywhere, to be honest ]. Namikawa gets on his phone. Or Matsuda's. Whoever's is closer. Neither of them really bother each other, unless Matsuda has something seriously troubling going on.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie? Neither... but probably Matsuda.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile? Also Matsuda.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines? MatsuMatsuMatsu! :)

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? Neither because Namikawa doesn't play video games. If Matsuda somehow convinced him to though, Namikawa would probably win easily without trying and bring out Matsuda's competitiveness a bit.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling? Matsuda.

10. Who sets the other's ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back? Neither.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order? Bold of you to assume Namikawa doesn't already have his shit organized alphabetically.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes "Guess Who" thing? Matsuda! Namikawa never plays along and gets mildly irritated whenever he does it, though.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one? Matsuda again!

14. Who's prone to road rage? Neither because Namikawa barely drives himself and Matsuda is a good boy. No road rage from him.

15. Who's prone to wearing socks indoors (or to sleep)? MATSUDA. He never takes off his dumb socks. Not even during you know what.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)? Namikawa. Though it's less of a reminder and more of an order.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling? Namikawa 100000%!

18. Who gets the window seat? Namikawa let's Matsuda have it. He doesn't care and will just be working the whole flight. Meanwhile, Matsuda gets excited to look out the window and watch the world get smaller.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other? Matsuda did it once. Namikawa glared at him. He never did it again.

20. What do they argue about the most? Probably about what they should have for dinner. Or how Matsuda gets a lil' jealous sometimes.

21. Who's clumsier? Matsuda duh ♡

22. Who texts more often? Matsuda. He gets more lonely and needs more attention.

23. Who is better with kids? Matsuda.

24. Who's the better cook? Namikawa, though he barely ever cooks.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar? Do I need to answer?

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave? I want to say neither but I feel like Matsuda is dumb enough to do this at least once.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning? Matsuda.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.? Also Matsuda.

29. Who licks the spoon when they're baking brownies? Both! Matsuda does it first and then won't leave Namikawa alone until he does it, too.

30. Who likes doing the dishes? Neither. They use a dishwasher for a reason.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they? Matsuda. He really wants cup noodles at least once a week.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Namikawa. He thinks it's much quicker and more efficient to order for the two of them. So, he learns Matsuda's orders immediately and never forgets them. Unfortunately for Matsu, he's never able to try anything new.

33. How do they eat ice cream? What's their favorite flavors? Namikawa eats his out of a bowl with a spoon. His go to flavor is either vanilla or strawberry. Maybe chocolate, too, on occasion. Matsuda is perfectly happy with a cone and any flavor is good to him!

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like? Yes, and they usually just have dinner or do something Namikawa wants to do. Like, watch a theater performance or go to a nice hotel for no reason. Matsuda gets to pick on occasion, but he's happy doing just about anything.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia? Matsuda smells fresh. Namikawa always smells like mint or clean linen. Or expensive cologne. When Namikawa smells amortentia, he smells cologne that's a lot cheaper, or deodorant. Matsuda and him smell similar, but Matsuda's scent is a toned down version.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler? Matsuda is a snuggler. There's nothing secret about it. So, Namikawa has to be the secret snuggler by default.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold? Both of them. It depends on who's cold.

38. Who reaches for the other one's hand while driving? Again, when they're together it's usually Namikawa's driver who drives. So, neither? Matsuda would probably try to, though.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?) They don't make lunch for each other, but Matsu would definitely be the note leaver. The notes would be super duper cheesy, though.

40. Who is the most affectionate? Matsuda.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon? Usually Matsuda is the little spoon but on occasion he wants to hold Namikawa, too. Namikawa deserves it.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner? Matsuda likes everything! He can't pick a favorite. That's too hard. Don't tell Matsuda, but Namikawa's favorite feature is his smile.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? Nothing really? They act a little different but everything stays the same for the most part.

44. What are their nicknames for each other? Matsuda's nickname is Detective. Namikawa's nickname is Sir.

45. Who worries the most? Over what? Matsuda worries about Namikawa more because he is kind of a bad guy and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to him because of that. Also, he is a lil' protective. And jealous. Namikawa worries a little. Being a detective, especially one hunting Kira, can be a dangerous job.

46. Who initiates kisses? Both, but Namikawa does it a surprising amount.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen? :) You'll see when the fanfic gets to that part.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first? Matsuda.

49. What do they do when they're away from each other? Work, mostly. They're busy guys.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Namikawa. Matsuda is way too sweet and way too nice to him sometimes and he's definitely not used to it. He's never had a golden retriever bf before so it can be a bit overwhelming.

[sazanes]

1, 4, 8, 9 and 11 for your OTP asks for Liam and your lovely MC Sophie 🤗

Which member would be shy about dancing in public and which member would try to coax the other into dancing with them?

Sophie is more insecure about dancing in public, she didn't know how to dance very well before going to Cordonia, but with the help of Hana and Liam, she started to enjoy dancing. Liam loves to ask Sophie to dance, dancing with her calms him down at big events. She doesn't like having the public's attention when dancing (for fear of missing a step or stepping on his foot or tripping over her own dress) but when she looks into Liam's eyes it's like nothing can go wrong and she feels safe.

Which one fixes up the other one's outfit in the morning (adjusting a tie, putting hair in the right spot, etc.)?

Sophie. She loves putting on his tie, picking out his cufflinks and Liam loves it when she fixes his clothes because her perfume stays on him all day, it makes him smile for no reason all day

What sorts of things would they give each other “just because”?

Liam whenever he sees a funny socks on the internet, he take it for Sophie, she has cold feet and loves colorful and funny socks. Sophie loves mugs with funny themes and always separates the mugs of the week with the kitchen staff, Liam bursts out laughing every time he orders a coffee.

Which member is more likely to fall asleep on the other member?

Liam. Sophie loves to comb his hair very slowly and it's impossible not to fall asleep, with such a delicate care.

Which member would draw on the other when given time and a marker?

Sophie. She loves to express the love she has for Liam and sometimes she goes too far, drawing lots of little hearts in his hand when they are relaxing alone or with the kids. Liam is always the target of Sophie and the kids, maybe it's because he always praises and admires the pen tattoos of which he ends up being a victim.

Thank you for the Ask Lizzy ❤❤❤

[mypersonmyg]

stream simulator | jjk

pairing: gamer/streamer!jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, gamer au

rating: g

wc: 1k

warnings: n/a

summary: you want to sit in the comfy gamer chair OR jeongguk’s subs love you more than they love him

a/n: i’m honestly so proud of myself for keeping up with this, even if maybe they’re not great drabbles; anyways...how perfect that it’s the 7th day, the prompt is games and the only boy i haven’t written for is my love mr.jeon? i hope you enjoy :-))

also...i kinda like the concept of this so mayhaps i’ll do more drabbles with these 2, come back and flesh it out more???

prompt 7. G - Game. The otp+ play a game together.

november drabbles masterlist

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The hum of a droning program does little to distract from the desire for company, Jeongguk long since locked away in his office. You’re privy to the occasional raise of a voice, laughter piercing peaked ears, enticed by the unrelenting joy. Time just meets the mark of an hour when you’re rising in sweats, sights set on the kitchen for a roundup of snacks curated for an occasion such as this. 

You lose resolve as you tread, feet silent with socks against vinyl, towards Jeongguk’s closed door. You debate a knock though you’re reminded of headphone covered ears, the sound of unrelenting alerts and the deliverance of messages dripping with adoration and the occasional well intended dig. 

The door is pushed with exerted effort, the will to maintain grip on the items in your grasp. You’re stilled at the immediate whip of Jeongguk’s head, your entrance not as stealthy as planned. It’s with embarrassment that you realize the image of you fits to frame on the sizable monitor.

“Well hello there, come on in,” Jeongguk is less than surprised at your sudden appearance, already working on the plugging of spare headphones, his backup mic slotted into the stand. “The chat is already going crazy with donos because they like you better than me.” 

“They haven’t even met me,” You deposit your haul to the desk, face scrunched in mortification. You readily accept the placement of headphones, Jeongguk then rising to fetch a near chair. You take his absence as a chance to swoop in, bottom firmly planting in the gaming chair you’d gifted him. “Hi guys, I’m y/n if you don’t know! Guk never lets me sit in his chair, now I see why.”

You’re able to just catch the flash of comments that flood the screen. Viewers poking fun at your boyfriend and his love for the cushioned seats. Your chuckle is interrupted by his reappearance, a chair significantly less pleasing in his grip. 

“Your chat says that you love your chair more than me,” You regard with arms folded, Jeongguk quickly depositing the chair, arms framing you whilst he peruses the screen. 

“You guys are traders,” He points to the lens, feigned disappointment painting his otherwise innocent features. “She’s been on for two minutes and you’re already putting me on blast.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it!?”

“Babe, this chair feels like it was crafted by the gods. Tell me it doesn’t.” He fixes a stare, daring a fib. You shrug without the pretense to move, Jeongguk shifting you ever so slightly with encouragement. “Besides, you don’t need me, the chat has already collectively decided that this is your stream.”

True to word, you glance at the screen, the first words to catch your gaze being jeongguk who? I only see y/n <3. 

“You guys are so sweet! Why don’t you invite me to your streams?” You ask Jeongguk, his hands already reaching for a half eaten bag, as he settles into the spare chair, all but given up on regaining his spot. 

“You can come whenever you want,” He speaks as if it’s obvious past the crunch of a filled mouth. “I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Not interested in spending time with you and this sexy crowd?” Jeongguk is quick to swallow, eyes widening at blatant flirtation. You feel yourself heat at your own words, unsure of sudden confidence. 

“Oh no, you’re giving them ideas. She’s mine, no one else look at her,” You muffle bursts of laughter at the attempt to shield you from the screen. As if to further prove the territorial gag you feel the press of lips to your cheeks. “Maybe this is why I never invited you, I’ve got competition now.” 

“But hey look, so many people are subbing!” This catches attention, your headphones half askew, a reminder of the alerts sounding in your ear. Jeongguk turns back to the streamer side, your eyes taking him in as he calls out thanks to the rise in sub counts and donations aplenty. 

“Y/n?” You blink, Jeongguk’s attention once more on you, a half smirk on his face. “They said that they want you to come on stream more.”

“Really?” You double check, sure that it’s something Jeongguk would say to boost a shy ego. Sure enough it’s the truth, chorus of agreement sounding off in every direction. You nearly shy into Jeongguk’s hoodie, but simply smile into the lens. “You guys are really sweet.”

“Careful, I’m not trying to let you steal my job.”

“Don’t worry, I love you too much to do that.” Now you’re the one dropping a kiss, thumb swiping along his dimpled cheek. “Let’s play a game!”

“Excuse me? You wanna play a game?” A valid response, your competitive streak not entirely present in this respect. Your explanation lies in the desire to gain the full experience.

“Yeah, we can play something simple like the game with the little round guys with all of the costumes!” You throw your arms out in vague movements, your words not seeming explanation enough. 

“Is-is my girlfriend turning into a gamer?” Jeongguk glances from you to the camera, expression undergoing a range of emotion, all over dramatic in right. “I don’t know guys, I might have to end the stream early if you know what I mean.”

“You’re so gross!” You counter with a gentle shove, both of you laughing at the declaration. He begins typing away at the screen, pulling up the game in question your vocals emitting to a rather pleased squeal. “Yes, this!”

“When have you seen anyone play this?”

“I watch you sometimes,” You admit sheepish, the topic never coming up. It’s not surprising you would support his streams, but the thought of being outside when you could’ve been a part of the action dawns. 

“Aw, you guys she watches my streams,” Jeongguk coos. “You wanna go first?”

“Oh no, I’m scared.” You respond in tiny, watching as the chat explodes with words of affirmation, still stunned at their ready acceptance. “So many people are watching.” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. They won’t bully you like they do to me.”

“What?” You’re given no chance to thrust the controller away as it’s placed in your palms. Jeongguk leading you blind. You turn to him with wide eyes of betrayal, his hands already offering the raise of thumbs. 

“Good luck, you’ll do great!”

[mamabearcat]

InuKag OTP asks:

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

Oooh @superpixie42. Are we talking already a couple inukag or painfully awks trying to get it together inukag. Let's go for second hand embarrassment...

Couldn't quite finish this because my youngest needs the laptop for her school zoom meeting, but I might finish this a little bit later.

OTP ASKS

Inuyasha took a deep breath, hearing Kagome greet her mother as she came in the door. There was the thump of her shoes as she kicked them off and placed them in the genkan. Now the tap running as she got herself a drink of water, making small talk with her mother and grandfather.

Summer sun streamed in her open bedroom window, lighting up the dust motes that drifted in the barely there breeze. It had been a scorcher of a day, both in the past and here, and he'd ended up escaping to her much cooler house a little earlier than planned, sitting on her bed while he waited for her to come home from school.

Sweat trickled down his collar and he rubbed at his neck anxiously. Wait, did he stink? He sniffed his armpits quickly, but he smelt like he always did. He gathered his courage, leg bouncing nervously as he sat, palms gripping his Tessaiga to give him confidence.

This time he was going to do it. This time he was going to tell her exactly how he felt. Gonna do that stuff that girls liked, say nice words. No going back. No hiding. There had been so many misunderstandings and he knew that his inability to talk about his feelings had hurt her in the past.

She was coming up the stairs now, the sound of her footsteps muffled by her sock covered feet. She was almost here.

The door swung open and Kagome dropped her bag on the floor, her eyes widening in surprise as she noticed him sitting on her bed. Her cheeks were pink, a faint sheen of sweat covering her forehead, and she'd put her hair up in a high ponytail, revealing her slim throat. Say something now, say it now before you lose your nerve...

"You're hot", he blurted. Shit.

She looked at him quizzically, then smiled, one of those 'glad to see you smiles' that he adored, because no one else gave him smiles like that, fuck he loved her, why couldn't he just say it, then pushed her fingers through her hair to shift her damp fringe away from her forehead.

"Yeah, it's really hot outside. I'm so glad school is over - sitting in class was like being in an oven! Do you mind if I have a shower and get changed before we go back?" She pulled at her thin cotton serafuku shirt, which he'd just noticed was sticking to her skin. "I'm all sweaty. I probably stink to you huh?"

"I don't mind." Damn she smelled better than she usually did. It was like concentrated Kagome, her sweet smell simmered by the summer heat so it was thick and syrupy, like toffee. What would she taste like? Fucking dammit.

She huffed at him.

"Well, I do mind. I'm gonna go shower and then I'll just get a bite to eat and we can go back, okay?"

"Wait!"

"Inuyasha?"

She was looking at him now, that concerned expression on her face. The one she made before she she started overthinking, and they didn't wanna head down that road, nooo, that was dangerous territory, a place filled with sharp words and tears and osuwari commands and him eating dirt as a three course meal. Say something. Fucking say something dammit!

"Uh... I... I mean you... you smell..."

"That's why I'm going to have a shower you dummy!"

She was pouting at him now, and her arms were crossing, no no that's never a good sign, oh shit. He waved his hands frantically.

"Yes, you do smell but I like it!" There.

Her look was not encouraging. The folded arms tightened and her eyebrows lowered.

"Dogs also like the smell of poop Inuyasha."

"I'm not a dog!" he said indignantly rising to stand and marching over to her, his sword dropping to the floor with a clatter. "And you don't smell like fucking shit okay! You smell sweet. You always smell sweet. And today it's like you're a fucking candy bar that I could eat. And you're hair is pulled up and I can see the skin on your neck and it looks so damn tasty." Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Abort. Abort. He was so screwed!

Kagome stared up at him open mouthed, her rosy cheeks flushing even more.

"Are you secretly a vampire? Or is this some youkai thing?"

He tensed in front of her, ready to flee, but she wasn't angry. The blood heating her cheeks told him she was embarrassed by his words but also... also... her heart was racing and her scent was intensifying and...

"I'm not a vampire", he said softly. "Don't even know what that is. But you smell good. And you look good. You always do, even when you're covered in dirt."

Hesitantly he reached out his hand to cup her chin, tilting her head back a little, his thumb barely brushing the petal soft skin of her lower lip.

"Inuyasha... I like the way you look too", she whispered.

[raith-way]

Ryan and Bruce

Cute 20 & Spooky 18

Thank you for the ask/prompt! I love these two, which is why I wrote for them first, and I actually managed to write something non-angsty for them!

Ryan & Bruce [otp: mutually assured destruction]

Warm Welcome [cute #20: first frost of the year]

Ryan woke up to two very unexpected surprises, and she added in the unexpected despite the obvious definition of the word surprise because of how caught off guard she was. The sweater she had fallen asleep in did nothing to ward off the chill as she emerged from unconsciousness, and she hissed as cold air hit her bare legs after swinging her blanket off of her. It’d been cold the night before, but not so cold that she’d felt the need to find a pair of pants to sleep in or even pull on a pair of socks. Now she hopped from foot to foot as she crossed the wooden floors of her bedroom, and her breath showed in a pale cloud in front of her face as she moved to the single window in her bedroom. Ice had crept across the glass while she slept, and she pressed her fingers against the edge of forming frost. She was shivering, acutely aware of the temperature since all she was wearing was the sweater and a pair of panties, but she couldn’t stop looking outside long enough to go find some more clothes.

In Banshee City, there was never any real snow. Occasional ice, yes, but not until much closer to Christmastime. She hadn’t been expecting it to get this cold, this fast. Down below, people were fully bundled up and moving quickly to get to their destinations. (The people here always moved quickly, as a safety precaution, but it seemed like the cold gave them some extra motivation to get to where they were going.) Outside, ice had formed along everything. The rough bricks of the buildings, the cracked sidewalks, and around the perimeter of her small window. Her breath puffed out against the glass, fogging it up, and she tugged her sweater sleeve down over her hand to wipe the glass. Small little circles until she could see the outside world again.

“You know.” She tensed at the sound of the voice and then instantly relaxed as she recognized it, and she turned to greet her second surprise of the morning as he continued talking. “My house keeps the internal temperature regulated. If you were there, you wouldn’t be shivering right now.”

“Bruce!” She saw his cheek twitch, under the thick scruff of a beard that he was apparently growing, just before she threw herself at him. She hadn’t been expecting him back for at least another week, possibly longer, but he was here. Arms caught her easily, swept her up into the air and pulled her in, and she locked her legs around the soft material of a padded jacket that still had cold ice starting to drip from the back of it.

“You miss me?” he asked as her arms wound around his neck. Bruce was freezing, especially against the bare parts of her skin, but she didn’t care. He’d been gone for almost a month, and she had missed him. Missed him enough to admit to it, just not to his face. So she ducked down to nuzzle under his jaw, felt the scrape of his beard against her cheek, and reached up to bury her cold fingers in his thick hair.

“I might have missed you, a little,” she whispered. He must have been wearing gloves at some point, because his hands were warm as they swept up her thighs to rest easily on her hips under her sweater. Technically, under his sweater that she had taken for herself.

“You could have missed me from the lakehouse.” His hands were warm against her back, pulling her tighter against him, and she shifted to run her cold nose against his cheek.

“And miss seeing you actually show up here? Not a chance,” she laughed. Bruce hated her apartment, hated that she had chosen to live in Gotham’s crime-filled East End, but she felt more at home here. At least, she did when Bruce was gone. The lakehouse didn’t feel like home without Bruce there.

“Will you come back with me now?” Ryan pulled back to look at him properly, and there was still a hint of a smile over his expression. Softening the line of his mouth and putting a little extra warmth in his eyes. Her hands moved to the front of his face, fingers scratching through the beard that was new and different against her skin, and she leaned forward to feel that newness against her lips.

“Only if you promise to keep this for a little bit longer,” she bargained. She tightened her thighs around him, just enough for him to feel the pressure, and felt one hand pressing solidly against the center of her back.

“Only if you promise to keep this on,” he added and used his other hand to pull on the bottom hem of the sweater she’d taken from his closet. She thought that over, the feeling of warm cotton and soft scruff against her skin, and pulled back with a smile.

“Deal.”

Here Lies [spooky #18: an ancient mausoleum, stone door crumbling]

The grass was so soft under her feet, a cushion for every step forward, but where were her shoes? Ryan never walked around outside barefoot, just in case something happened and she needed to take off running. She continued forward, and she looked up. The sky was dark, moon hanging full and swollen in the otherwise dark night, but she couldn’t see any stars. It should have been cold, but the breeze that lifted her hair from her neck was soothing. A balm against her aggravated skin, and her eyes closed as she kept moving forward. She didn’t need to have her eyes open to know where she was going. She let herself enjoy the moment. The tickle of grass against the bare bottoms of her feet, warm dew brushing against her ankles, and that rolling breeze under the starless night.

“This isn’t right,” she thought as the grass changed. The softness twisted, thickened and pushed, and her eyes stayed closed as she winced. Dead hardened grass cut against her skin, ripped at the bottoms of her feet and pulled above her ankles, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t go back. Had to keep pushing forward. The breeze was hot now, licking against the back of her neck like some great beast following at her heels.

Ryan opened her eyes as everything went perfectly still, perfectly quiet, and there was a door in front of her. Tall and imposing, thick stone, a darker gray even in the moonlight. One hand reached out, fingertips brushed against the center of the door, and she watched as it started to break. First, a single crack down the middle. Loud as thunder. She reached out with both hands, dug her fingers into the stone, and started to pull. Stone crumbled under her hands and landed at her feet, a fine dust to soothe the places where she was still bleeding, and she couldn’t stop. Kept pulling and tearing at the door, and when did she start screaming? Her throat burned as she screamed up at the sky, at the moon that loomed above her and slowly started to bleed red, and the stone door was crumbled into nothingness. Not even dust was left on her fingertips, and she locked her teeth together as she continued forward.

The inside of the mausoleum was cold, freezing. Her bare feet burned against the cold floor as she walked inside, and the air burrowed under her clothes to slip under her skin. This was an ancient place, colder than the deepest depths of hell, and she wanted to run. Wanted to be back in Bruce’s warm bed, with his solid arms around her and grounding her, but she couldn’t stop. She kept walking forward, always forward, and her bottom lip quivered as she looked to her right. The walls were stone, just as solid as the door had been, with names carved deep into them.

Emil Dietrich.

Her step-father always had grease on his hands, from the mechanic’s shop, and he had laughed with his entire body.

Maria Dietrich.

Her mother had a soft voice, perfect for singing lullabies and telling bedtime stories, and she had smelled like lemon and vanilla.

Harrison Dietrich.

The oldest of her younger brothers, sweet baby Harry, wanted to be an engineer. Wanted to build and create and make the world beautiful.

Bernard Dietrich.

Her littlest brother that was destined to tower over them all, fierce darling Bear, had wanted to know everything about everything. Had wanted to learn as much as he could.

Chelsea Dietrich.

Her baby sister, bubbly tenacious Chels, had been the brightest part of her life. Had come to her whenever she wanted to feel safe or needed a hand to hold.

Ryan’s fingers pulled at her hair, because she could hear them. Hear them all behind the stone, crying out. Screaming from the bullets and the fire, from the things that ripped them apart and turned them to ash. Asking where she was, why she wasn’t there with them. Hadn’t she been there with them? Torn apart, set ablaze, and locked in the darkness? Even Ryan’s screams couldn’t drown them out. Not even her apologies, for daring to keep breathing and for existing out in the light, could get them to quiet. She thought she could even hear the stone starting to shift, to break apart, as they tried to claw their way out of the darkness. She belonged with them and had left, so now they were going to join her. As the first stone cracked, allowing a small hand to slip free, Ryan stumbled away and turned to press her face against the opposite wall.

The mausoleum was filled with screams, begging questions and yelled accusations, and Ryan pushed harder against the stone wall as hands started to pull at her. Grease stained fingers around her ankles and a small hand curling around her left wrist. Her eyes opened as she was pulled back, as hands that smelled like rot and lemon circled softly around her throat, and she saw the name carved in the stone ahead of her. The name that she had pressed her face against. Thickly carved lines, stark and shining wetly in the darkness as more hands pulled her backwards. As words were whispered, asking her to stay. Telling her to stay where she belonged. Reminding her that she was never meant to leave in the first place. All she could see was that name, the only one carved on this side of the mausoleum.

Ryan Lopez.

“Ryan!”

The sound of her own name, being shouted right into her face, caused her entire body to lock up. She went completely still, senses straining and overwhelmed, and it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She’d been dreaming. The grass, the moon, the mausoleum. It had all been a dream. She was lying in Bruce’s bed, on her back with his soft sheets tangled around her ankles, and she was breathing too fast. Her entire body was pushing up against Bruce’s with every terror-filled breath, because Bruce was braced over her. Elbows sinking into the plush mattress on either side of her head, and she locked her gaze with his. The warm color of his eyes helped chase away the cold of the phantom mausoleum, and her fingers scratched against his back before flattening to push him down. She needed to feel him pressed against her, to hold her down and ground her in this moment, and she slowed her breathing to match his. To get them moving in sync. Hooked a leg around his waist and pulled every part of him against her, until she was fully compressed.

“Tell me you’ll keep me here.” Her voice was rough, she must have screamed in her sleep, and Bruce’s eyes were searching hers. Determined to find the reasoning behind her words without any context, and her legs wrapped around his as he flattened himself against her.

“Anyone that wants you, will have to go through me,” he promised her. It shouldn’t be comforting. She shouldn’t want him to stand between her and death, but she shook in relief and clawed her hands against his shoulders. Gripped the back of his hair and pulled him down.

“Don’t carve my name into stone,” she whispered against his chin. He pulled back enough to see her, for his warm breath to drift across her skin, and she’d been crying. The shifting air drifted across the wet tracks, leaving behind a lingering coldness. His eyes were analyzing, mind working through everything he knew about her, and he dropped to press his brow against hers. Pressed tight. His solid heat against her shaking softness.

“Ashes to ashes,” slipped across her lips. Ryan would never be buried. Her name wouldn’t be immortalized in stone. When she was done, she’d be ash. As she was meant to be.

“Bruce.” The hands had reached for her, pulled at her, begged her to come home to them. “Bruce.” She had wanted the darkness, still did sometimes, but she wanted this more. Wanted him more. “Bruce.”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Bruce said against her temple. He was blanketing her now, keeping her safe and protected from the world, and she slowly started to relax. Started to come back to herself. “You’re here, with me.”

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