#so i have forgotten anything else i wanted to say lol i will also put other tags in a second

[sykestarot]

what is your destiny?

1-2-3 (left to right)

I DO NOT OWN THESE IMAGES

Hi everyone, welcome to this weeks reading! I was called to do a destiny reading this week! Lmk if it resonates! Also I wanna credit the artist for these pictures that I used! They are Gawki here on tumblr and Instagram I just really loved the style of these unicorns. Anyways enjoy and thanks for stopping by!

Pile 1

"force my eyes into the pictures" (6 of swords; 4 of wands (rx); ace of pentacles; 7 of cups (rx); 8 of pentacles; The Hermit) Hi pile 1! I hope you guys are doing well! For you guys I see that you have a hard time either accepting your destiny or you don’t believe that destiny is at play. In terms of you believing that you make everything happen in your life. However I see that you’ve been trying to start new journeys for yourself and they haven’t exactly been panning out or been as lucrative as you thought they would be. That’s because your destiny in this lifetime is to learn flow and let things come to you. For example maybe you really wanted a promotion and you worked extra hard all of the time for it but someone else got the promotion you wanted without even trying because they were in a state of receiving. I’m not sure if this is making sense because the universe doesn’t not want you to work hard, it’s more like take a break and see what comes to you during that break. If you are constantly manifesting then there is no room to reap the benefits of your manifestations. I hope that makes sense, however in this reading I do feel underlying notes of you feeling like you're destined to be married to your work and be alone romantically, maybe even in terms of friends. This is another example of you not having space for other people because you put your work so far ahead of everything else including yourself. Are you a Capricorn? LOL. But I feel like you’ve lived many lives like this so in this life it’s time to put less value on monetary possessions and material things. Nurture your emotional self and you will be paid back more than you could ever imagine. Stop fighting against the grain and go with it. Work with the universe and yourself, not just the societal norms that you think you should be doing. I see you have a beautiful big house but it’s empty and you don't feel fulfilled because you don’t have anyone to enjoy it with you know? I believe in you though Pile 1! You can totally do it! Signs: youthful; cars; f1; soft grass; ponies; daisies; cameras; photography; 777; calabasas; office building; new york flat; city lights; bustling streets

Pile 2

"is it wrong of me to want this?" (queen of pentacles; ace of pentacles; 2 of swords; 10 of wands (rx); two of cups; 9 of wands (rx)) Hello pile 2!! Your energy is so fun and fresh. I’ve been cheesing the whole time I was channeling. Anyways about your destiny, did you just meet a romantic prospect recently? Or maybe you have a new coworker or friend in your circle?? I know you can feel the tension between the two of you. This is a heavily destined connection for you in this life, I feel like you and this have felt each other's energy for a long time but now you are in physical proximity to each other and you can just cut the tension with a knife. Now I don’t want you to feel any type of pressure to feel you have to be with this person in case you or them aren’t ready for anything but you guys are meant to cross paths now for a reason. There’s not much I can say on the way the relationship will play out and be in the future for you but I can say that this person will teach you how to let down your walls and trust again. Maybe you’ve been alone for a long time, or had a really bad break up that changed how you function sexually, or emotionally. This person is here to show you a softness that you’ve forgotten. I also feel like this person wants to worship the ground you walk on because they just can sense the divine energy you carry. I also feel the need to tell you that you do deserve a person who worships all that you do because you have done so much work in this life, whether for yourself or for others. You deserve to be the center of someone else’s universe just like how you make other people the center of yours. Also I do feel like this person watches you on social media and just adores everything that you do. I’m not getting creepy energy and this definitely feels reciprocal for both of you. This person wants to give you the world on a silver platter. They also want you to be able to feel safe enough to be vulnerable and they will go at your pace and match you where you are. They feel that you’ve been hurt before and just want to kiss it better. But also they wanna do so many 18+ things with you. Like genuinely they find you to be irresistible, but I feel like they just love everything you do pile 2! Signs: red energy; sexual tension; love; musical theater; red lipstick; opera; singers?; dark rooms; red wine; femme fatale; high heels; soft touches; stolen glances

Pile 3

"ooh i care i care i care" (2 of swords (rx); king of cups (rx); 7 of wands; 8 of wands; ace of swords (rx); Death (rx)) Hi Pile 3! So this one’s a bit of a harder message so please take a moment before you read and check on yourself if you are ready to receive this message. No hard feelings if you can’t! Always put your mental health first. Now I’ll hop into the message at hand. I see for you guys your destiny is to accept the changes in your life. However I see that for most of the changes in your life you have refused to accept them and then blamed the universe for hating you. You actively choose not to change and wonder why there is no growth in your life. I feel like you are tired of how monotonous your life is but you choose to not add any color to it. I can feel your want to go and change things but you are frozen in fear of change for whatever reason. Change overall is a very scary prospect, especially if you are most comfortable in patterns and are very direct in the way that you function. However I feel you guys being frustrated and feeling like everyone else is getting things that you wanted or that they are ahead of you in life, but instead of making an active change in your life you sit and throw yourself a pity party. Then instead of taking the blame and accepting the fact that you aren’t trying to reach your goals you blame the universe, and it’s just a very vicious cycle. I think there’s a small part of you that acknowledges it but not enough to work on the shadow. I think all in all your destiny is to face the change, want the change, and make the change. I feel you want to do all these things, it’s in your soul. Facing a rebirth of the self is always challenging and scary. If you feel like the change will make you lose yourself, maybe that’s exactly what you need? I also want to stress that if you’re not ready for something then it won’t happen, but if the universe decides you are it will be much harder of a rebirth than if you chose it for yourself. I feel that you have lots to think about in terms of how to rebirth yourself. I also feel like you overextend too much for people who don’t care about you in the same way. For this pile I feel like the destined path is to choose to grow out of a place you have been in too long. Such as a friend group, small town, relationship, or family. I believe in you pile 3, change is scary but you have so much time to truly bloom, let yourself have that. Signs: purple; snakes; ribbons; coquette fashion; ocean breeze; violin; pink; smiles; meadows; bunnies; ethereal vibes; angels; church; small town; trailers; dirt roads

[starsstuddedsky]

Tangled in Love

vernon x reader

summary: there's nothing in the world that vernon loves more than cats. at least, that's what you think

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, non-idol!au, uni au, f2L, idiots to lovers, fake dating if you squint, technically university au

warnings: none!

wc: 3.8k

a/n: started this a WHILE ago and finished it like a month ago but i wanted to let it sit lol,,, may or may not have been the other option for the poll i put out and then i may or may not have forgotten to post.... anyways i am working for literally the whole summer until school starts again so i can't promise i'll be writing a whole bunch </3 so basically: enjoy bc idk when anything else will come lol (not going on official hiatus though!! just like... limbo) pls pls feel free to drop in anytime and chat!! also requests are open but again,, i'll write when i write lol

tldr: adulting sucks, i love you all, none of this has to do with the actual story lol

Vernon’s car sits in your driveway. The sight of his little red sedan evokes a strong sense of familiarity, almost as if it’s yours. It’s survived high school and his first three years of college, up till now, though the engine sometimes shakes the car a little too much and the air conditioning chooses to work less often than you would prefer. Still, the one time Vernon mentioned getting a new car, you nearly cried, so you don’t let yourself complain too much. 

He waits for you, keys in hand, as you tug on your shoes and sprint out the door with a shout of goodbye to your parents. Your shoes nearly slip off because you didn’t put them on all the way and they’re still untied when you make it to the front seat, slamming the door shut behind you and pulling on your seatbelt. 

“You didn’t have to rush,” Vernon says, barely sparing a glance at you. You do a supreme job pretending it doesn’t bother you. 

“Yeah, but my dad is watching hockey,” you say. Though it’s been years since Vernon has been to your house for a “play date,” you know the memory of your father yelling at the television as if the players can hear him isn’t one that Vernon (or anyone for that matter) can forget easily. 

“You know if you move out, you don’t have to hear them,” he says, finally glancing at you before turning his head to watch the road as he backs down the driveway. 

“If I move out, I also have to pay my bills on my own,” you say. 

“You have three job offers and you haven’t even graduated yet,” Vernon says. “Of all our friends, you are the most financially stable, so don’t you dare try that argument on me.” This debate has been going on ever since Vernon announced he was moving out; two years in the dorms on campus proved more than enough for him. 

You don’t understand why he’s so insistent about you moving out. Sure you complain about your parents occasionally but not enough to really matter, and he knows how grateful you are that they’ve let you stay in your childhood room and rarely let you pay for anything. 

So why? You set your eyes on him, with his annoyingly perfect features that you’ve known most of your life. He studies the road, indifferent to your glare and undistracted. 

That’s the Vernon you know: focused on the moment, and never noticing you. You know how pitiful you sound, pining for someone for so long who has never once spared you a second look. Still, before everything else, he’s your friend, your best friend. You won’t ruin that just because you caught feelings. 

“Why are we going an hour away again?” You ask, resting your back against the cushioned seats and turning your head to the window to watch the scenery pass by. It’s easier to avoid thinking about those feelings when you aren’t staring at him. 

“Because the people running the rescue needed a volunteer to pick up the kittens.” 

“And why am I here?” 

“So I don’t get kidnapped or murdered,” Vernon says nonchalantly. 

“How am I going to prevent you from getting kidnapped or murdered?” 

“Strength in numbers?” He takes his eyes off the road for half a second to flash a smile at you. 

You rolled your eyes, plugging your phone into the aux. “You should have asked Jihoon. Between his gym obsession and unbridled rage, the nonexistent potential kidnappers-murderers would never stand a chance.” 

“And he has good taste in music. Bump,” he says, bracing his arm in front of you as he hit a particularly large pothole. He drops his arm as soon as the car stops shaking and you ignore the urge to catch his hand in yours. 

“He does not, and you better not be implying I have bad taste!” You dig through your playlists, trying to find the Vernon-approved one. 

“I was implying but now I’ll outright say it.” 

“His playlist is just Bruno Mars and Harry Styles and one random Ariana Grande song.” You hold up the shared playlist for good measure. Vernon ignores you, refusing to take his eyes off the road. 

“Okay, not good taste, but better than yours.” 

“What is wrong with my taste in music?” 

“No comment.” 

“How have we been friends this long?” You ask. You can’t quite say it with a straight face; the idea of not having Vernon in your life is an absurdity you can’t imagine. 

“By the way, you need to give directions,” Vernon says. “I sent you the address last week.” 

You shake your head but dig through the messages to find the address, putting Jihoon’s playlist on to prove your point. Vernon pretends not to care, singing along to “Leave the Door Open,” as if he didn’t make fun of Jihoon a week ago because he played the song on repeat during his four hour shift at the cafe. 

When you’re being honest with yourself, you know you want more than riding in Vernon’s front seat and making pointless jokes. More than once, you’ve imagined what it’s like to go home with him and stay there, to wake up in his bed because you share it with him, instead of the times you drank too much and he slept on the couch (because of course Vernon is the type of person to give up his bed for his friend). Moments like that make it harder to remember that he doesn’t feel the same way. 

You were doing a great job of paying attention until the second half hour, when you got stuck in standstill traffic. In your mind, only a few minutes pass, but suddenly Vernon shakes your shoulder and your heart shoots bolts of adrenaline into your veins to wake you up. 

“We’re here,” he says softly. He holds your phone with the directions still open. The engine shakes the car; he must have literally just stopped. It takes a couple moments to remember that he drove you into the middle of nowhere to pick up some kittens to foster them (another bullet point in the ever growing list of why you love Vernon: he does absolutely insane things for what he loves. What would it be like to be the person he loves?). He stares at you for a moment and for some godforsaken reason, you think he’s going to kiss you. 

He points to the corner of your lips. “You drooled.” He laughs at your groan, turning in his seat and cutting the engine, tossing your phone into your lap. 

The door creaks when you pull on the handle but it swings open. You are extra careful when you swing it shut, being as gentle as possible. Vernon raises his eyebrows but doesn’t comment on it. You stretch until your back finally pops, jogging to catch up with Vernon who didn’t wait for you, striding up the smooth driveway. 

Warm pastel yellow greets you, a cute door that matches the array of flowers on the front porch perfectly. Vernon sneezes and presses the doorbell, stepping back to wait, shoulder pressing against yours. Even though his jean jacket and your cotton t-shirt separate you from really touching him, you feel a different sort of warm, a tingly feeling that spreads from your insides and makes you feel giddy. 

After a couple minutes, the door opens, revealing a smiling woman and a child that can’t be more than five clinging to her leg. “You must be the fosters! Sorry, it’s a little hectic today, but come on in!” She ushers you in, picking up the child. 

Some psychopath. You glance at Vernon but he turns his back on you, following the woman down the hall to a closed door. Whatever, it’s not like he needs to see you to know the jokes you make. 

“We’ve been keeping them away from the rest of the house since it gets so chaotic,” she says. “I’d love to keep them but we’ve got two toddlers and a hyperactive dog.” She sounds genuinely regretful, which you understand as soon as you step over the baby gate and into the room. It looks like it was a spare bedroom (you can’t help but think it’s for the children when they get too big to share a room), but the bed has been stripped and there isn’t any other furniture. In the middle of the room, in a nest of blankets, a grown cat sits and licks tiny balls of fur that mewl softly in protest. The black cat pauses in her grooming, studying you and Vernon while the woman and her child watch from the door. 

“Do you want to tell the lovely couple what we named them?” She asks the child. 

You freeze. Did she just call you a couple? “We’re not–” Vernon stops you with a hand on your arm, sitting cross legged on the ground and facing the woman and her child. 

“The momma is Pinky,” the child mumbles, barely audible. “‘Cause she has really pink feet.” 

You smile at her, though you’re still reeling from Vernon’s hand, which slips from your arm to interlace his fingers with yours. “Did you name her?” 

The child grins. “Yeah! But my brother named the babies.” She pouts. 

“I think Pinky is a great name,” you say. Vernon grunts in agreement. Pinky stands and wanders slowly toward Vernon’s hand (the one not holding yours), which he holds outstretched while looking away. Looking at you. You get to see the exact moment Pinky brushes her head against his fingers, watch the corners of his mouth creep up in satisfaction, watch his eyes slip away from yours as he strokes her head. She lets off a low rumble as she purrs, brushing her whole body against his foot before leaving him to study you. 

You’ve never thought of yourself as a cat-person or a dog-person (you love them all the same), but a life-time as Vernon’s best friend (and an abundance of cat cafes) have trained you in how to get cat’s to befriend you. You let Pinky move however she wants, hyper aware of Vernon’s hand squeezing yours once before letting go. 

He shifts to look at the kittens, earning a wary glance from Pinky. She watches him for a moment before turning back to you, brushing against your hand and eventually turning her back on you, purring like the engine of Vernon’s car the entire time. 

“What’s this one called?” Vernon asks, pointing to the orange colored kitten. 

“That’s Muffin, Momma named her,” the child explains. She stands at the baby gate alone, her mother off somewhere getting all of their supplies so that you and Vernon can leave with them. Her little fingers curl around the metal. “The black one is Fried and the white one is Egg. That’s what my brother named them.” 

Vernon nods, smiling over the tiny kittens. Pinky finally decides she doesn’t want him quite so close, leaving your side to place herself between him and the kittens. He laughs, sliding back to sit next to you. 

“There’s no way you don’t end up adopting at least one of them,” you whisper. 

“I have self-control.” 

“Wanna bet?” 

Vernon turns to look at you except he’s much too close, nose just barely brushing against yours. It takes all of your willpower not to glance at his lips, infinitely harder when you realize you can feel his breath on your lips. Would he kiss you back? You push that fantasy away immediately: it’s Vernon. He’d push you away and call you weird, or do that judgy-eyebrow-wiggle-thing that he reserves only for special occasions (most recently used when Soonyoung was talking about a hookup gone wrong). You’ve always been the one he looks at when someone does something weird; what would he do if it was you being weird? Your stomach turns, the butterflies eating each other alive. You can’t do that to him, no matter how perfect his lips are. 

You jump at the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turn back to the door to see the woman holding a cat carrier doing her best not to smile. 

“Not trying to rush you two, but the sooner they settle into a nice loving home, the better,” she says, winking at ‘loving.’ You really should correct her. Actually, Vernon should correct her. He always does, the very few times that you have been mistaken as a couple. He never hesitates, so why isn’t he doing it now? Does he really not realize what she’s implying? 

He stands up, turning to face you and extending his hands to pull you up. You roll your eyes but take them anyway, ignoring the way your heart sinks when he lets go this time. He takes the carrier and gently picks up the kittens, blankets and all, and tucks them inside. Pinky follows immediately after, as if she couldn’t bear to be away from her children for more than a second. 

“I have a box ready by the door with their food, and toys, and other supplies, and I know you said you have a litter box and you’re ready, but I just wanted to make sure that they settle in nice, and I added a blanket in case they’re homesick, and–” She pauses, peering at the dark holes of the carrier as if she can see the little kittens inside. She takes a deep breath, picking up her child again, stepping to the side so that you and Vernon can leave the room. “I know you two will take good care of them, I do, I just– I’m going to miss them.” 

“Me too,” her child says, clinging to her mother’s neck. 

The woman smiles. “But we said our goodbyes already, and they’re going to be so happy with these two, right?” 

“Of course,” you say when Vernon doesn’t answer. “He’s been obsessed with cats since he was smaller than you!” You wink at the child, who giggles. 

You pick up the box at the door, grunting at the heaviness. 

“We can switch,” Vernon says softly but you shake your head. 

“It’s just to the car, it’s fine.” Vernon looks like he’s going to argue more, but finally he steps onto the front porch, moving as gently as possible, trying to disturb the precious cargo as little as possible. 

“Thank you so much again,” the woman says, setting her child down. “We really do wish we could keep them, but it makes me happy knowing that someone capable will be taking care of them, especially an adorable couple like the two of you. Do keep me updated on their adoptions.” 

You force a smile and choke out a “thank you,” following Vernon mindlessly down the driveway after she closes the door.

Adorable couple, were her exact words and Vernon said nothing. Why? The word hangs on your tongue, threatening to spill out if you so much as open your mouth. You watch as Vernon sets the carrier in the backseat, then takes the box out of your arms and places it on the floor. You force yourself to move to the passenger side when he raises his eyebrows at you, but once you’re sitting down and the seatbelt is across your chest, you’re frozen again. 

Vernon takes your phone when you don’t move, putting in your passcode (the sum of his birthday and yours). He pulls up his own playlist, a collection of hyperpop and indie artists that you normally enjoy listening to. Today it takes all your concentration not to burst. 

You almost make it the whole drive, all the way to his block, the apartment building he’s spent the last year and a half in that’s become far too familiar to you. How much time have you wasted away on the floor of his living room, drinking, doing classwork, listening to him talk about the future, rambling to him about the midnight thoughts that threaten your heart? He knows everything about you, except what you need him to know the most. 

When the question begins to burn in your heart, you can’t hold it anymore. Vernon pulls into his parking spot and it falls from your lips before you realize it. “Why?” 

He has the audacity to feign ignorance, blinking at you before finally asking, “Why what?” 

“Why did you let her think we are a couple?” 

One of the kittens mewls in the silence, a soft cry for help, sounding pitifully like your own heart. 

Vernon stares ahead of him at the concrete wall, the fading red number 19 that designates this spot as his. Just say something, your heart begs him. Stop giving me hope where there is none. His shoulders rise in the tiniest shrug. “I guess I was just curious.” 

“Of what?” 

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He glances at you, just once. “What it would be like.” He sighs. “This really isn’t the time for this conversation.” 

Your grip on the door handle is so tight your knuckles are white. So desperately, you want to believe he’s trying to say what you think he’s saying but you refuse to give yourself hope unless it’s real. “What conversation?” 

“Okay, for the record, I did think this through,” he says, “a lot. Like, for months. This isn’t coming out of nowhere, I really did try to figure out if it’s just a passing thing because the last thing I want is for things between us to be weird because you’re my best friend and I tried to imagine my life without you and that was worse than anything, so I decided I wouldn’t ruin anything except I can’t stop thinking about–”

“Vernon.” 

He pauses, turning to face you again and this time he doesn’t look away. You’ve never felt self-conscious under his gaze, not when he’s seen every awkward stage of your life and stuck with you anyways. His eyes have always been familiar to you, an oasis of comfort that you always find yourself drifting toward. But the longer he stares at you, the more you want to run away, hide from the heartbreak you see in his eyes. 

“I think I like you,” he says. “No. I do. Like, as in more than a friend. God, none of these words are working.” 

You stare at him. He’s saying everything you want him to say. He’s saying he likes you. Why can’t you move? 

Vernon runs a hand through his hair, and sighs. “Like I said, I don’t want to ruin things between us, you're still my best friend first. But I’m also sure about how I feel and I don’t want to keep it from you any longer. I can’t stay in this limbo of holding onto something that doesn’t exist, so, I’m really sorry.” 

“Sorry?” You repeat, frowning. “Why are you sorry?” 

“Because… I like you. And that ruins… this.” He gestures between you and him and that’s when you finally realize that he doesn’t know. 

“You dumbass,” you say, “I like you, too.” 

Vernon frowns, mouth hanging open a little, and you have to wonder if you looked this goofy when he was talking. Your heart swells when you realize you’re the reason for it. “You do?” 

“Yes,” you say, grabbing his hand. Your cheeks ache a little, and you realize that you’re smiling wider than you ever have before. You’ve never been this happy, not when you graduated high school, not when you and Vernon found out you got into the same college, not when you got a perfect score on that notoriously impossible chemistry final. “Vernon, I am an idiot that always thought you didn’t feel the way I did so I did everything I could to hide it. But I like you, I really, really do, and I’m sorry I never let it show.” There’s another word for how you feel, but you aren’t quite brave enough to use it yet, even if it’s what you really mean to say. 

Vernon leans closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “We really are dumb, huh?” 

“I can already hear Jihoon’s gloating.”

“He’s been nagging you too?” Vernon groans softly but the smile never leaves his lips. “He’s going to be insufferable.” 

You’ve grown used to silences with Vernon. Sometimes they are painful, like when he tells a joke and only you laugh. Usually they’re peaceful, comfortable silences that can only exist between two people that have nothing left to say but stay together anyways. But this silence is heavy, a weight on your shoulders pushing you to do something, move closer. You’ve known him your whole life but this is foreign territory. 

His breath kisses your lips again and this time you have the bravery to lean forward, just a little. His lips are soft, bottom lip chapped a little more than the top but it is warm and it feels like a first and thousandth at the same time, like unlocking the door to a house you know you’ll spend the rest of your life in. Your mind floats farther and farther away, in some place of impossible happiness that can’t quite believe that this is real. 

A soft cry from somewhere to your left brings you back to earth. You pull away at the same time he does, glancing at the backseat. Right. The kittens. You glance at Vernon, whose mouth is still a little open, eyes wide and flustered. It makes you want to kiss him all over again but you settle for laughing. 

“I guess we should go inside,” he says, leaning away from you though he doesn’t turn his back yet. 

“We should get them settled,” you say, glancing at the carrier again. 

Vernon nods, opening his door and grabbing the heavy box, pausing by the entrance to the building to wait for you to grab the carrier. Silence falls again as you ride the elevator up but you’re more than familiar with it. 

It doesn’t take long to settle Pinky and the kittens, not when Vernon already had a room set up for them. He figures there’s been enough stress for the day and they should get some peace and space to relax, so you stretch out on the couch, taking your usual corner. Vernon sits next to you, the inch of space separating you feeling like a mile. 

Vernon glances at you, chewing on his lip before asking, “You’ll stay?” 

“Always.” 

The grin that splits his face has you swooning all over again, so when he throws an arm over your shoulder, leaning into your side, your brain fully stops functioning. You have to will thoughts into existence, which is silly because it’s Vernon and he’s done this a million times. But when you tuck your head onto his shoulder and he kisses the top of this head, you know everything is different. And exactly how you want it. 

“You’re definitely going to adopt Fried,” you say. 

His laughter bounces you. “No way.” 

“It’s Fried or Muffin. You can’t handle their cuteness, I saw you baby talking at them.” 

“I'll stay strong.” 

“What if I want a kitten?” 

Vernon doesn’t hesitate. “Egg is pretty cute.” 

“Sucker.” 

“Only for you.” 

thank you for reading <3

[kyupidos]

I would like to request a twst overblot gang x reader ( separate and only do a few of them if you can't do all!! ) :D , the idea is reader missed their birthday cause it was on the day they overblotted ( things was so chaotic and they literally just forgot about it ) and only remembered it after they started dating them!! (I would absolutely love you if you make azul's first cause he's my fav lol)

09/10/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

ink flavored cake ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when your future boyfriend turns into a blot-consumed monster, things can get hectic; forgetting things is only natural, no?”

characters. overblot boys : riddle rosehearts , leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, silly romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. ty for the req anon ^-^ !! this took me some time to work on because i was trying to figure out how it would work, but yk i had to get it out before monday; though i had to cut back on the amount of characters. maybe i’ll do a part 2 if i’m motivated enough. usually i order characters by order of dorm, but i’ll make an exception for you here since, what’s not to love about azul?

a. ashengrotto

— you don’t blame yourself for having forgotten your own birthday, though it’s a shame; three days to obtain a picture in a museum under the sea or else your only living space will be taken from you, being forced to spend the nights at savanaclaw, and then finally, the third overblot of the year. the third! in the end though, you figured it didn’t matter too much. who would be able to celebrate your birthday with you, people from a whole different world than you?

— though you also didn’t expect things to get hectic romantically, you’re not upset about that either; so you sat with azul in his office, spending time together in comfortable silence as he got some work done. it seemed as though something had randomly popped up in his mind, though, as he carefully put his tea cup down on the coaster and turned to you. “also, i should ask, angelfish— when is your birthday? i’d like to remember so i can treat you.” for a moment, you debate how to respond. it’s already been three or four months since that day. “well..it already passed.” azul sighed, looking disappointed in a way you could quite express, before he continued, “oh? well that’s a shame. but nonetheless, what’s the date?” “ah..the day you overblotted?”

— you can’t help but notice the air turn heavy as the silence once comfortable turned awkward, azul appearing more miffed than before. at least, not long before; “well, is there anything in particular you wanted for your birthday?” you hummed in confusion before he started again, this time more confident, “it doesn’t matter if the time has gone, you’re my lover correct? i still might as well get you something special.” in any normal situation you would have probably shook your head politely and say it wasn’t necessary, but this was related to your birthday. of course, you took up his offer— you weren’t going to give up a birthday gift that easy.

l. kingscholar

— some people believed that no matter how different you two were, in some ways you were certainly akin to your lover, leona. after all, you didn’t seem too concerned with the way you missed your birthday, which was on the day of your lover’s overblot, no less; in fact, though you did seem upset to some degree, you didn’t seem to be nettled at all by the concept. although such a fact wasn’t exactly something people were aware of yet, at least not until leona himself became aware of it.

— “eh, herbivore. by the way, when’s your birthday? i don’t think you ever told me.” ..right, you nearly forgot again. well, it’s not that big of a deal, you suppose; at least it was the day after, but you’re over that now. you guess. “ahh, yeah, it already passed.” leona yawned, facing away from you as he laid on his bed with you next to him, in a sort of sitting position. “oh? well when exactly was that?” you shrugged lackadaisically, counting your fingers as if counting down the days since it had passed. “probably..the day you overblotted, i guess?”

— very slowly, to the point it was almost funny, leona’s head slowly turned to face you. usually he wouldn’t be bothered by sentiments like this, as his face was downturned with a chagrin frown, but after all you were his lover. and plus, it’s a little embarrassing to have overblotted on said lover’s birthday; even if you didn’t know. he wasn’t even able to spoil you the day after in apology! “in that case..write me a list of everything you want.”

r. rosehearts

— having a birthday near the start of the school year wasn’t exactly the best in terms of celebrating with new school friends; especially when on your third day of school, your friends’ housewarden raged into an overblotted monster, pretty awkward, isn’t it? but in the end, you’d completely forgotten anyway, what with your whole in-another-world dilemma, and the aforementioned overblot— oh, and that you almost got expelled on the whole day, and moving into ramshackle..certainly some tough times on your end.

— but now, things have calmed, and you’re together with your now partner, riddle, having a two person tea party in heartslabyul’s garden. most of what you’re talking about is related to the things going on in heartslabyul, but you don’t really mind; if you want to change topics, you know he’ll listen. though suddenly as he rambles on to you about unbirthday parties, a highlight of the aftermath of his overblot ( as well as your birthday, not that he knew ), he looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “—oh and i must ask, when is your birthday, dear? we don’t only hold unbirthday parties, you know.”

— had it not been for that, you’d probably have forgotten again, having been months since the beginning of your journey in twisted wonderland; though, you’d probably still complain internally every now and then. “ahah, it already passed this year, y’know. totally forgot to mention it.” riddle looked perplexed for a second, unsure how one could forget their own birthday, before returning to his casual expression a second later. “..is that so? but when was it, even so?” “mm, third day of school.” riddle wasn’t an idiot, he remembered what happened that day. the main star was him, after all. so inevitably, he couldn’t help but feel upset that he unintentionally ruined your second day. “r-really..then..i’ll dedicate today to you, instead. tell me what you want, i’ll get it prepared; like i said previous, we take parties seriously.”

[noaltbruh]

hello! BIG congrats on 200 followers!! for the event i was wondering if i could request 💤,🍭, and 🍰 for johnny, gyro and josuke? thanks!

Ohhh alright! This'll be interesting! And thank you! :))

Link to main event.

💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?

Honestly, you must be something special if Johnny Joestar let you be a part of his life. You truly matter a lot to him in a world that has treated him like he was scum. So, you can guess this boy inevitably finds himself thinking about you on more than a few occasions.

Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed by negative thoughts, or is just not in a...Very happy headspace, which is when you come in! Just imagining you calls him down a little, and puts a small smile on his face, you're a very reassuring presence to him, you could say.

Johnny is also rather shy, so sometimes, he may find it easier to hide away in his thoughts and fantasize about you, instead of making them a reality. He doesn't want to appear clingy or too needy to always be by your side. he is.

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Gyro doesn't use his head much outside of combat lol. But those few brain cells he's still using are more inclined towards you than anything else. He's a quite proud guy, so he may find these thoughts overly cheesy, but he eventually learns to embrace them.

Imagine that he's just come up with a new joke, he won't be able to think about anything else but telling you about it. Or maybe he saw a teddy bear that "looked familiar" and he immediately bought it for you, so you could match!

I can see him also fantasizing about riding his horse with you, but that is the one idea he'll try to scrap and push away no matter what, no woman can ride Valkyrie...Although the perspective of it doesn't...Sound horrible.

~~~~~

Sweet sweeter sweetest boy, Josuke's thoughts about you are just as diabetes-inducing. He's not one who falls in love easily, but once he does, it's hard for him to think about anything that isn't you.

He won't pay attention in class because he's too busy imagining to be making fun of the teacher with you. He'll lose focus playing videogames since it's not same to play alone anymore. He might even just see a dress in a shop and give it to you for absolutely no reason aside from that fact that he thought it'd make you happy.

Also, stealing this idea from my friend, I have a feeling Josuke would often imagine what it'd be like to marry you. Just imagining you walk down the aisle while he's desperately try to hold back tears.

Yes, he has cried just thinking about it.

🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?

Now, Johnny used to get bitches, but not anymore, and he's kinda forgotten what it feels like to have someone show that type of interest in you. This means that getting him flustered will be a piece of cake.

Even if you're bad at flirting and mess up some words in an attempt at being smooth, he won't even notice and get embarrassed anyway. Compliment and show him that you appreciate his efforts, and it won't be long before his cheeks turn pink.

Also, friendly reminder that anything the stand feels is felt by the user as well. Hug or pat lil' Tusk act 1 with your own power, and Johnny will also get flustered by the indirect manifestation of affection.

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Luck is not exactly on your side when it comes to get Gyro flustered. Dude has hooked up with lots and lots of women, and has learned a lot from each one of those experiences, simple flirting is not gonna work.

Take into account that most of your attempts will be nullified by him with ease. He'll tell you how cute he thinks it is that you're trying to embarrass him, before he teases you back, actually succeeding in doing so.

There is one obscure way to get him to turn red, and that is calling him by his actual name. He blushed even just saying it out loud. If you were to do so, and continued to after he told you to, you can be sure that it won't take long for him to try and hide his face with his hat.

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Josuke is quite the easy prey too, I won't lie. Perhaps not as much as Johnny, but it won't take too much to get him flustered. He really likes receiving compliments from you and remembers all of them, blushing a little just at the memory of it.

It is very likely that both of you will get rosy cheeks though, since this boy is ready to compliment or tease back in such a natural way he may not even realize what he'd doing. You both look cute though, and probably end up giggling together realizing what just happened.

It may be obvious, but I think saying something nice about his hair, especially if it's not his usual haircut, would really hit him right in the heart. A pat on his head, and he's already leaning on to your chest, not showing his face, trying to deny his embarrassment.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Johnny couldn't flirt to save his life lol. Like O said, he just doesn't have a clue anymore about relationships, and despite how much he loves you, teasing you is not the best way he has to show it.

He does know that you'd probably like of he tried to, from time to time, so he might make an effort to think of something smooth to make you sway. When he realized he doesn't know what to do, he'll probably ask Gyro for help lmao.

Tries to play it cool when one of his pickup lines actually work, but he's definitely letting out a huge sigh of relief and hearing Angels' choirs. I can see him getting the hand of it with a lot of practise, but he's trying :D

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Yes! Definitely! Gyro just adores flirting and teasing you, he can't help himself, it just comes incredibly natural to him. Not that he minds though, he enjoys every second of it.

Rest assured that he won't be missing out on a single opportunity to make you blush. He's really good at it, since he's had his fair amount of experience with dating beforehand, and his confidence and smoothness are of great help.

Even if you're getting attacked, he'll still find some way to get you flustered.

Maybe he's just beaten the crap out of gunslinger while covered in blood, looking all menacing. If he catches you staring at him, he'll probably say something like "Mh? What is it? Like what you see?~" Followed by his iconic laughter and a wink.

~~~~~~

Okay, Josuke's situation is a mix of two main factors. He's someone who values romantic love and doesn't go around flirting with anyone he sees. Which means that if he were to tease or compliment you, you genuinely means what he's saying, and because of this, it comes very simple to him.

With that being said, this boy is also naturally good at flirting for some reason, he has a lot of abilities he keeps hidden, and if he's feeling goofy that day, or thinks it's a good time, he won't hesitate to bring out this...Talent of him.

He 100% likes to do so when the two of you are in public, especially since it knows that it's even more effective this way. If you were to tell him to stop, he'd chuckle before actually doing so. He respects his darling's wishes, after all ;)

[lightlycareless]

What would say would be the easiest and fastest way to fluster Naoya? I was reading your work on the one with having an s/o who’s to shy to ask for anything(it was something along those lines but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about :D) and he was such a tease so I’m curious to how Y/N could get her revenge lol

Hello!!

For anyone wondering btw, this is the ask anon was referring to ❤️

Aww this was kinda cute ngl but it also got me thinking, how do you even get back to someone as Naoya??? that man is like, idk, prank proof and such? Like I feel you'd need to go to extremes in order to really hit him where it hurts, but even then...

Luckily, there is one way :> and it's all detailed right below hehe.

Warnings: none. it's fluff. Naoya is slightly miserable, good. shouldn't mess with his wife that much.

Happy reading!

So, first things first, do not try to out-tease him.

You will not win against Naoya, because no matter how much you try, or the lengths you go to fluster him back, you’re quickly reminded that he excels in just about anything he puts his mind to…

Thus, the best way for you to get your revenge, and perhaps the only that works, is to simply…

Ignore him.

Don’t see him, don’t talk to him, don’t engage with him—nothing. You are to be ice cold with everything that pertains to him, and soon, you begin to see how easy it is to make him regret his decisions. (a bit)

It starts quite simply: by not giving him his usual good morning kiss.

Naoya immediately notices there’s something amiss, and when he eventually finds out what it is, he doesn’t say anything, hoping to see if you notice it too…  

Until he becomes desperate and takes the initiative.

He initially thought you had simply forgotten, an innocent accident; but when you don’t respond to his “good morning”, even going as far glance away when he tries to kiss you, Naoya immediately knows it was intentional.

Your husband is going to be in a terrible mood from that point forward, evident by the way murmurs sprouted amongst the staff of his highly irritable (yet gloomy) attitude—yet, this does not sway him from trying to get your attention.

“Well, guess I won’t be buying your favorite sweets if you’re going to keep avoiding me.” Is one of the many ways he tries to coerce you into speaking to him. Surprisingly, it doesn’t work. However, he is not out of ideas just yet.

“You know what? I’ve been wanting to go to this amusement park now that I have a few days off… but I don’t know, I still have to think about it. See who I’ll take with me and all that…” He’d say, his ace up his sleeve, while discreetly looking over to you as to catch your reaction, since he knows you’ve been dying to travel for months now.

Yet, nothing. Not even batting an eye, going on with whatever activity you were doing at the moment instead of acknowledging him.

And that’s when he knows it’s something serious.

“Y/N, talk to me.” He’d finally insist after a long, silent, but heavily uncomfortable dinner.

…

“Why are you upset now?” Naoya asks.

Silence.

“Is that’s how it’s going to be? You’re not going to talk to me anymore?”

…

“…Can I at least know why?”

That would be the only instance you’d react, with a look on your face that lets him know there is a reason for your behavior, but most importantly, that he should know about it. But you continue to refuse to tell him, extending what he considered to be his punishment, even after he tried to force you to do so.

“Stop avoiding me!” Naoya says, grabbing your face and forcing you to see him—he thinks this way you won’t be able to do anything else but talk to him, and yet, your eyes are literally anywhere else but on him. “Seriously?!

And you were determined to remain oblivious of him…

Until Naoya begins to tease you yet again, by using his fingers to purse your lips up to a smile.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Y/N—give me that cute smile you always do.” He chuckles, hoping to ease this situation, with the same technique he’d used in the past. “See? Just like that, come on now, I know you want to laugh too—”

But you weren’t having any of it, not when he still took you as a joke, swiftly freeing your face from his hands and taking a step away from him, all with a frown that makes his heart sink to his stomach.

“Stop making fun of me!” you cry. “Seriously, that’s all you ever do…”

“That’s not true!” he immediately responds, attempting to defend himself. “I’m nothing but nice with you!”

Nothing of what you wanted to hear. So, after realizing he has yet to give you want you need, you decided to leave him alone, yet again, to either cool down or hope he’ll get the memo by this point, much to his remorseful solitude.

Naoya wouldn’t let this situation die, of course, not when your words still resonated inside his mind, quickly identifying there was a much bigger problem at hand and going off to figure out what you meant, what is it that you needed, and maybe vent as well, with the one person he knew he could always count on.

Receiving a reality check he didn’t precisely like, but indeed much needed, because after a few moments of reflection alongside Ranta, Naoya finds that indeed he hasn’t been as nice as he proclaimed, if anything, his behavior had gotten a bit worse these past few days, seemingly out of personal enjoyment to seeing you all flustered—careless of how you might perceive this, or how tiring and awkward it had become for you… and the rest.

“I obviously didn’t do it to make Y/N angry, I was just joking!” Naoya would say.

“Don’t tell me that, tell her!” Ranta responds—he guessed it was only a matter of time before you snapped.

And so, that’s what he mentally prepares himself to do at the end of the day, when alone in the confines of their shared bedroom, deep into the night.

Naoya is happy that even through all this commotion, the two still sleep in the same bed. Although the thought of you avoiding him even there is one that occasionally creeps in the back of his mind… fearing that this might be the next step if he doesn’t mend his mistakes.

“Y/N.” He eventually begins, sitting by the edge of the futon. You don’t respond, as expected.

It’s always hard for him to place his heart on his sleeve and admit that he was wrong, given his… background.

But he’s long learned that he loves you far more than anyone and anything in this world, and for you, he’d go to the end of the time just to see you happy. Something so redundant as shame would never stop him from doing what he needed to do.

“I brought you something.” He says, and through the corner of your eye, you manage to see there was indeed something in his hands. “I saw it the other day at a store, and it reminded me of you…”

Naoya then hands you a plushie, a white chubby duck—something you would’ve normally seen as adorable, but after all the things that have been happening, all you could do is frown as you look away.

“If you’re here to still make fun—”

“I’m not.” Naoya sternly responds. “…I thought you knew I would never do anything to upset you.”

“… but you did.”

“When I tease you, it’s only because I want to make you… blush, or laugh, nothing else.” He explains. “But, if you don’t want me to do it anymore, then I’ll stop.”

“That’s not the problem—I really don’t mind when you act that way.” You say. “It’s more that I don’t like it when you do that with important things. I don’t enjoy having to repeat myself a thousand times for you to do what I want you to…”

“Does it make you feel I wouldn’t do it?”

“No. It makes me feel like you’re not taking me seriously, at least to do it by the first time.”

Naoya presses his lips together, feeling enormously regretful for having planted those doubts onto you.

There’s nothing, no one, not a single person in this world, more important to him than you; and while it was always in his nature to react so… sardonically, he always complied when needed, especially with you.

But now that you mention it, he understands that perhaps he might’ve abused your willingness to take whatever he gives you—because more than his friend, you’re his wife, the woman of his dreams, and should treat you as such.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I love you too much to ever want to make you feel that way, and it pains me to know that I have. …Will you ever forgive me?”

Your lips tremble slightly as you slowly turn around to see him, with teary eyes telling him that you didn’t like being away from him like this, but you didn’t know what to do in order for him to understand how unhappy you were.

Naoya surprises you yet again how different he’s become from the man you met all those years ago. Reminding you how much he’s grown, matured, done his part to make this relationship work…

And why you loved him so much in the first place.

“…With one condition” you begin, taking the plushie from his hands. “… if you promise me to stop being so playful with serious things, and… if you take me to the amusement park you were saying—it’s been a while since we went out on a date—…. I’ll forgive you.”

“Consider it done.” He says, leaning closer to you, intending to place a kiss on your lips, but you stop him by placing the ducky in-between the two, he raises an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“And if you give me all the kisses I was supposed to get these days.” You murmur, a slight pout on your lips. He chuckles.

“You really are a spoiled princess, did you know that?”

You blush at the nickname, Naoya smirks.

“Ah, so you do like it when I tease you!”

“What? No!” you gasp. “I mean… maybe, when you don’t use the weird ones…”

“Weird ones? What are you even talking about?” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his face against yours, giving you a kiss, and another, and another, and another. “Little ducky”

“There you go again, naming me everything that crosses your sight!” you giggle, ticklish by his kisses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mochi.”

“Naoya!”

“Really? I didn’t even notice, pumpkin.”

“Stop it…” you whine, hiding your face against his chest out of embarrassment, he just continues laughing before placing a kiss on top of your head.

Naoya certainly tries his best to not tease you as much, however, he does fall back into old habits from time to time—but could he be blamed? It’s not his fault that he loved so much just how flustered you got… Or how easy you made it for him.

Sometimes you even wonder how you could tolerate him; one of the many mysteries of your relationship with him.

now add to that 5 kids. y/n has the patience of a saint. DaMN.

Anyways, thank you for sending in this ask!! it's the small things that develop naoya's and y/n's relationship more and more :') kajfhjaghfjka we need more domestic fluff ngl 😭 luckily, I have two more things in mind hehe + pending asks 😏

I hope you have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[its-a-me-mango]

yo mango, i found this in twitter(x). a creator in twitter sented this.

Oh boy, yes this is the response I was referring to in my other post, and I have some things to say about it.

TL;DR: Clarification is nice but it shouldn't be up to the employees to apologise for something that upper management should've taken accountability for anyway. I'm not accepting everything as "fixed" until Celeste says anything else.

Obligatory "we don't know everything so don't jump to conclusions!!!" disclaimer (personally I love jumping to conclusions I love drama lol)

(also my stance on what I'm doing with this account is at the bottom of it so go take a look if you wanna know what I'm gonna do)

Ok first off, let's start positive, good to have some accountability and a bit of clarification on what's happened, considering I honestly thought GLITCH was just gonna keep quiet and hope for it to brush over, having the manager tell their side of the story is a good thing.

That's all the positives I have towards this apology because the rest are all negative.

For starters, why is the manager taking full accountability for this, while yes they made the decision, the higher ups should be taking accountability, at the end of the day Jasmine is an employee of GLITCH. Normally when something happens within a company, the company itself will put out a statement taking accountability for the actions of their staff. This hasn't happened yet, it's not Jasmine's full responsibility for this, there should be recognition from the company of their mistake.

I get if they're taking a while to make a response, but it's not hard to put out a statement saying "hey, we fucked up, sorry". It would be miles better than having an employee put it out IN THEIR FAN DISCORD SERVER OF ALL PLACES, thank got it got reposted because none of us would know others.

Furthermore, what is the main message from this, the main reason for this happening? "Oops I forgot". That's such a shitty excuse, especially for a manager. I completely understand getting overworked as hell, from what I've seen Jasmine is also the manager for a lot of other things at GLITCH, and if GLITCH's Glassdoor reviews are anything to go by, overworking employees seems to be their biggest flaw.

Something like this slipping their mind would be fair and understandable under those circumstances, but that's what upper management is for, it's up to them to make sure people do what they're employed to do, that includes making sure the appropriate messages are sent out, especially for big changes like this. Of course no one likes to have a boss that questions everything you do, but having someone check that all the appropriate messages are sent out is pretty damn important for running a company.

This is ultimately a show of poor management on GLITCH's behalf, had they communicated better not just with Celeste but also with each other, this entire situation would've been avoided.

I don't think this is some catastrophic downfall that can never be resolved, it actually can be resolved quite easily. All it involves is an admission of negligence on GLITCH's side and a proper apology to be sent and accepted by Celeste. Obviously I'm not gonna go demanding such things be made public but treating this like GLITCH's downfall is just kinda silly, this can be fixed.

Yes this is bad, and you should feel upset/angry about this all happening, seeing voice actors being treated poorly and "forgotten" about sucks and doesn't reflect well on GLITCH at all, if you don't want to support GLITCH right now that's completely reasonable, but this isn't worth wishing the companies downfall over. Advocate for change, not carnage.

There is also the possibility that this whole "apology" is bullshit. More comments from SMG2's now former VA have come out about this apology.

If this is all true, then that's just as bad on GLITCH's side. Ultimately we won't know the entire story until Celeste makes any other comment, however given how taxing this has all been on her, it's understandable if she doesn't say anything now, or ever to be honest.

My love and support goes out to Celeste during this time. I hope she and GLITCH can come to some kind of agreement that allows everyone to move on.

Anyway, so about me now, haiiii

I'm likely gonna mostly hault making SMG4 art for a while due to this, I love this series and I don't like to see this all happen to it, but I care more about treating voice actors fairly and making sure they're given the respect they deserve, if that involves stopping my support for GLITCH for now then so be it. I'm hoping this gets resolved, if that does happen i'll go back to normal, if not thennnnn I'll deal with that when it happens.

I'm still happy to interact with people in this community still, there's a few ideas and pieces I want to make for other people still, things like AU arts and DTIYS's, so I'll be doing that, but as for new SMG4 art and memes, not right now. (lets face if the SMG4 community on Tumblr is so far removed from everyone else it's basically our own series out here lmao)

I'll still draw Mango don't worry, he's basically my persona so I can detach him from SMG4 for now, my silly lil guy isn't going anywhere.

I understand that a lot of people are upset by this and are trying to block it out and carry on as normal. While I understand why most of you are taking that stance, I know a lot of you are teens and SMG4 is a source of comfort for a large chunk of you, please don't just ignore all this happening. I don't even care if you take an inconclusive stance on this, just please don't block it out entirely and pretend it's not happening, that's just not fair on Celeste.

I'll be doing my best to keep up with this as much as possible. I know I've come across as overly critical during all this, but I don't like seeing people act like GLITCH has done nothing wrong and never can. It's ok if a company you like has done something shitty, they do that all the time, but its not ok to let them get away with it and pretend it never happened, that's just covering for their shitty actions. I'm not going to cover for GLITCH's shitty actions which is why I'm speaking up about it and will continue to do so until some kind of resolution is reached.

Anyway I've talked enough, if you're reading haii hello thanks for reading the whole thing , if you skimmed to the bottom I'm shooting you with lasers (/j). We'll see what comes of all this but until then take care. <3

[diagonal-queen]

The Flags in Highschool

♡ characters: Pianoman, Albatross, Doc, Lippmann, Iceman

♡ synopsis: What type of student would each of the Flags be in highschool?

♡ cw: Swearing, Lippmann is nonbinary cry about it, mentions of vapes

note: I have no idea where this came from. I guess my need for Flags content is taking over my brain lmao (I promise I won't only write Stormbringer content from now on I pinky swear) and I know I have tons of stuff still in my inbox from ages ago that you guys requested. I HAVE seen them and I do plan on writing them. At this point in time I'm just sapped dry of any inspiration, so sometimes I just need to get whatever I can. This time around it was flag shit. I apologise for the wait and I love all of you. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Pianoman (the prep)

Definitely the leader of whatever student council is at the school he attends (unanimous vote)

He is always on top of his shit. He never gets detention, never turns in any late assignments, never gets into any fights

Has extra supplies for people who've forgotten theirs, from spare pens and pencils to spare tampons for the period-havers

Is the kid that your parents compare you to and say 'why can't you be more like him' (if your parents are anything like mine, anyway)

Helps people study and write notes for exams- he has a collaborative doc that nobody ever needs to edit because the notes are always perfect

Is the one that has to show the new kids around because he makes the student body look really good lmao

Hosts every single event, fundraiser, volunteers a lot

Though he looks like he knows what he's doing he definitely doesn't get enough sleep

So he has a very concerning coffee dependence- probably drugs himself up on caffeine to get through exam weeks (please someone tell him to stop)

He might be generally nice and an academic but he also has blackmail on basically anyone who's ever crossed him so...don't get on his bad side I guess

Albatross (the goofball)

The class clown that everybody loves even though he's a little piece of shit

Definitely bounces from clique to clique, cus he's friends with literally everyone lmao. Even the kids who don't even like him are willing to have him around

Is the reason why Pianoman began bringing spare supplies to school (he fully gets by by just borrowing other people's things)

Never wears his uniform correctly, and is always getting in trouble for it with his teachers, but he never changes anything

He skips classes ALL THE TIME and doesn't bother to hide it. If you have a free period and decide to go to the store for something you'll more than likely find him vaping out the front lol

(Sorry yall he just seems like the type of guy who vapes- I do not endorse the use of e-cigarettes. There now you can't sue me)

Spreads insane rumours about himself because he thinks it's funny, and then acts shocked when people ask him about said rumors

Always has food/snacks in class and teachers are far past trying to stop him from eating while in class

He's so good at P.E. it's kinda scary. He can throw, run, swim, kick...everyone wants him on their team

If there was ever a Matilda-style student uprising...we all know who's leading it lmao

Doc (the weird kid)

Okay when I say weird kid I don't mean 'kid who crosses your name off the list when you're nice to him'

I mean 'kid who sniffs glue and knows too much about WW2'

Doc is absolutely the type to get straight As without putting in even a LICK of effort. He just never studies, and he never helps anyone else study either

A bit of a wallflower, but he's by no means a bad guy. He's just kinda offputting at first

A little bit too enthusiastic about the science classes where he gets to dissect small animal corpses (he's really good at it it's frightening)

Brings his own lunch from home

Always in the nurse's office, he keeps other sick students company (he's exempt from P.E.)

He's like reverse gifted kid burnout- when he was younger he was a late bloomer but now he's one of the smartest kids in the grade

Even though people don't spend time with him they don't wanna get on his bad side because they know he's gonna become some world-renowned doctor after school and they don't wanna deal with that karma. Plus he's a little bit creepy

Nobody knows ANYTHING about his home life

Lippmann (the popular/theatre kid)

You might be thinking that 'popular kid' and 'theatre kid' contradict one another but you'd be surprised. Everyone LOVES this guy

The lead in every single school play regardless of what type of character they are (gender and body type mean nothing to him)

Also lowkey kind of a whore. He's probably dated most of his peers and yet they're all still enamoured with him

Probably has a super high follower count on Instagram (why are highschoolers so obsessed with Insta)

Kinda friends with all the teachers and so people call him a teacher's pet/tryhard (i'm TOOOOTALLY not projecting here)

One of the first kids to come out as queer (nonbinary) so he supports other kids and helps them with their own sexuality/identity

Though he mediates when his classmates fight, he secretly LOVES the drama and lowkey wants to be an enabler (but that would ruin his reputation)

Definitely comes from a rich family and probably helps fund the school- gets a lot of awards for nepotism reasons

Has tons of potential with his academics but never utilises it- he's more comfortable not studying and getting 80% than studying and getting 90%

Gets voted most likely to be famous in the yearbook

Iceman (the scary dog)

He's actually really good at school and gets pretty good grades. How does he do this? You'll never know

Always sits in the back of the class, but he's not bothering anyone back there so teachers don't care. In fact they'd probably rather have him back there because even they're kinda scared of him

Also knows a concerning amount about WW2, but it's less the gory gore stuff and more the war-y war stuff

Surprisingly good at humanities subjects. Never try to get into a political argument with him because he has his sources CITED

Though he's really scary and not many people would willingly approach him, he's actually really nice and gentle

Stands up for kids who get bullied and checks in on them sometimes

Scholarship kid

Likes loitering in the library and reads a lot in his spare time (he has tons of overdue library books to return)

If a bird or a bug or something flies into the classroom he's the one who's always designated to pick it up and gently guide it back outside

Always argues with teachers if they say homophobic/sexist/racist things and gets in trouble for it but doesn't care (a king)

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

[themaybewoman]

[pjo series thoughts - spoilers ep. 1]

First note is a biggie: When Sally starts describing the story of Perseus in the museum, I had to pause. It starts with Perseus and his mother thrown into a box and cast out to sea, to be forgotten about, to die basically. It made me think about how Sally and Percy basically grew up alone, how that situation mirrors Perseus in the myths, and the fact that in the myths the mother-son pair were 'surrounded by sea' (the exact words Sally uses to tell the story, btw) just adds to the parallel.

In the books, Sally describes Poseidon essentially going to the sea and never coming back. In the show, we meet her properly at the apartment and she's standing in the rain, surrounded by water. In short, the 'surrounded by' part of that story is equivalent to 'being shaped by'. Their lives – both Sally-Percy and Perseus and his mom in the myths – had a large part of their lives determined by Poseidon, determined by the sea.

——

• Bobofit? just makes me think of Boba Fett and now I'm picturing Nancy fanart as a star wars clone XD

• Eddie the Super is a bro in this adaptation. I agree with what I've heard some other folks saying around these fandom parts, I like this change from Eddie being one of the poker buddies to being at odds with Gabe, too.

• Sally Jackson listening to 'logical' by Olivia Rodrigo. Sally Jackson being an Olivia fan!!!!

• Gabe and Sally's relationship here... it's not good sure, but in this adaptation, I can see sort of how they could have started, maybe at first it not being about 'protecting Percy', as they sort of have a banter here that doesn't just seem like a watered-down/kid-friendly version of a dysfunctional marriage but also like the remnants of some sort of clicking. Of course, I want to believe that Gabe is still an awful human being, and yeah, the show portrays that he's a slum, a verbal dick towards everyone in his life, has abusive habits like checking Sally's phone without permission, so I still don't like him here. But, there's a difference between series!Gabe and book!Gabe in which book!Gabe was just painted as cut and dry, black and white awful, like the worlds slimiest, grimiest old fool. Maybe it's the act of seeing it instead of reading about it since in the book we ARE the narrator – a twelve-year-old boy with a limited worldview and seeing things more as cut-dry/black-white – and here we're more on the outside looking in, so we can approach the world with a more objective viewpoint, and see details not as 'good' or 'bad' but as just details. Just something like 'life just be like that sometimes' kind of way.

• 'Like a puzzle with have the wrong pieces' hit home for me. Also, describing Percy's attention slips through the mist as 'daydreaming' is such a good way to relate ADHD to his demigodness. I like how the series described Percy's mind and disabilities better so far than the books.

• 'Something that felt real to you that no one else can see?' The way Sally delivers this line... UGH so good at being very subtle in suggesting that she can relate to Percy personally here, hinting at her ability to see through the mist as well despite being 100% mortal. Or maybe that's just me knowing things revealed later in the series and subplanting that onto the now.

• It's hard explaining greek gods being real to your son. LOL undercut perfectly with Walker's comedy ("like– like Jesus?"). Also, Walker's acting? 10/10

• putting Percy and Grover at odds in the series just like in the books but each do it differently – in the books, Percy ditches Grover bc he's acting weird and it's stressing Percy out. In the series, Grover is the one that does the dirty deed and makes sure Percy gets expelled from Yancy. Either case, they both put tension in the relationship (to be repaired later in the narrative). So, before you say anything bad about the differences between book and series, think about the emotional part of it. The series speaks to the HEART of the scene, of the story, even if it's not a word-for-word retelling with visuals.

• "He is brutal, he is relentless, he–" "He is still wearing underpants." Classic Percy comedy akdjfhgklsjdfg I'm in love

• Sally setting Grover up for his emotional journey on the quest by making him swear to protect Percy against all monsters/threats that come his way.

• Oh god, it's even more heartwrenching the second time watching Percy watch his mom "die" – the silence that encompasses the moment, all sounds drowning away, the rain so crystal clear on his face, and his eyes... god. so good.

• I love the last scene. The campers' voices coming out of the blackness, the blackness fading into a hazy purple sunset as Percy's vision come to. Annabeth's voice saying "he must be the one,' as she so wants him to be the one that will bring her along on a quest. just the way the framing lands at the end, with the subtle movement of camper silhouettes shifting away and Chiron front and centre, welcoming Percy (and thus the audience) into the world (into the series). Such a good introduction. So, so good.

[theflyingfeeling]

well said, Niko 👏

so I went to exit my emotions in Germany last weekend, details below:

we went to the shows in Berlin & Leipzig, with a VIP experience for the latter

and guyyyyyyyyssss let me tell you, BC really did not lie when they said we were there to Exit our Emotions 😩 the shows went straight to the very top of my personal BC shows list, the energy was amazing and all the new songs sounded incredible live, even the ones that weren't necessarily my #1 favourites, like Where's the Exit and Wolves in California. Especially the former sounds sooooooooooooooo good live 💖

and because I was there mainly to enjoy myself and to exit the fuck out of my stupid useless emotions, I barely took any videos or pictures (I never take pictures anyway, how do y'all manage to take such amazing shots at shows?!) despite having relatively good spots to do so. I kinda wish I had more so I could think back to the shows afterwards, but on the other hand I felt like I got way more out of the show when I put my undivided focus on it, and besides indoor shows are always challenging on that regard due to the flashing lights etc. and I felt like every time I was going to film the lighting was not appropriate so in the end I just couldn't bother 😅

I don't really have much else to report from Berlin other than that the venue was great, I had an excellent view and had the best time ever 🥰

not least because I met so many BC tumblr friends!! it was so nice seeing everyone, please come to the Nokia Arena show y'all, we'll be your host it's hocus pocus 🥺

and then there was Leipzig 🥴

I mean, this is my initial reaction immediately after it (written in my drafts):

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

but yeah, as you can see from this post, @exitemotions and I had bought some silly little gifts to give the guys (rock hand glass markers not pictured), and we were so incredibly chill about the whole thing, like, NO ONE has ever been as chill as we were in advance of the VIP experience, I'm tellin' ya 💅

(we were so chill in fact that when we came back to the hotel room afterwards, we noticed we had forgotten the ceiling light on. you know, because that's how chill and zen and calm we had been upon leaving for the venue 💅💅💅💅💅)

the acoustic set was fucking cute, almost like a little campfire hangout 🥺

about giving the gifts and having our pictures taken: I feel like I was working on some kind of autopilot and can barely remember much anything 🙃 which I'm kinda mad at myself about lol, but I guess the guys liked the gifts (Olli said the glass markers were important, as my foreword for them was that they'd no longer have to fight about which glass/cup was whose, and I remember Tommi saying that socks are always useful. the others are owners of feet as well, so I suppose they agree 🧦)

we had made all sorts of grand plans for our individual pictures with the band but ended up with having "regular" ones after all, because while there was no feeling of rush per se at the m&g, everything was still happening relatively fast and sort of in their own course, and if we had wanted to do any funny poses or whatever, we should've been faster and in a little...sharper mental state to ask for them 😂😭

but we were chill though, I promise 💅

(I'm just cringing at myself so hard because I look like a fucking teacher standing for a class photograph 😂💀 it's funnier if you know I'm actually a teacher lol)

during the show we were on 2-3 row because we kinda missed our cue to run and reserve our spots before the acoustic set. personally I blame Santeri the tour manager for this (and also the fact that there were so many people there who had already been to VIP on this tour before, so they knew what to do 🤷‍♀️ meanwhile we were just left standing like "...wat 🧍‍♂️")

the show was just as great as the Berlin one, I honestly can't put them in order because they were both amazing and really made me forget about my sad little life 🖤

Rock Band From Hell was also alright. the one with no shirt on was hot

Ghost Kid was cool too. the one with no shirt on was hot

...so hot in fact that I already fell in love with him at the Berlin gig, and so when we were on our way to the merch booth after the Leipzig show, we ran into him and I flirted chatted with him a bit and had my picture taken with him 🥰 he was soooooo sweet and funny and I hope he'll stay true to his promise and keep the thing I said to him ('the drummer of BC could never [swirl the drumstick in his fingers in between every beat like you do]') "just between you and me" 🤭

from the merch booth I bought the XOXO longsleeve which looks super nice (sadly the quality isn't as super though dfgdgdsdh)

the next day it was time to return home, and as @kraeuterhexchen was seeing me to my platform at the railway station, I broke into tears in the middle of an escalator and didn't stop crying until boarding my plane lol

it's just that I was really nervous about travelling back to the airport from Leipzig because I had two changes of trains and the horror stories I've heard of Deutsche Bahn always being late were only adding to it, and that stress somehow triggered some sort of emotional meltdown in me and I realised the trip that I had been waiting for 6 MONTHS was now ending?? there had been so much talk about how we'd "do this and that when we go to Berlin/Leipzig and see BC" and now it's all done and gone and ?????? how does one move on after that 😭

but mostly I've been crying about the gift I gave to Olli 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

some of you have already heard about this, but I had made Olli this pin cushion ring:

...because I wanted to "support his sewing hobby", as I told him then sdhfhdfhfhfh

he seemed to really appreciate it, and as I demonstrated how handy it was (because you can wear it and easily put the pins there while sewing instead of having to reach to a pin cushion further away on the table), he told me he only had this huge pin cushion ("a brick" he called it, the one you can see on this video), and aaaahhhhh I'M SO ANGRY AT MYSELF for not remembering much else or barely daring to even look at him to see his reaction 😭 I do remember he got very excited when he heard he was getting a sewing-related gift though ("yessss" he said, if my memory doesn't fail me too bad) 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

and I'm so sad I didn't even get a picture of him with it, because Joona the photographer was in the possession of my phone at that moment 😔 and I also forgot to tell him I had made it myself, though I believe it's self-evident. but, you know. still 😭

and the reason why I've been so emotional about it is because I had made the ring weeks ago already, shortly after the album release event, and since then I have admired it every day (because hellooooo is it not the cutest?!) and I had imagined all the scenarios in which I'd give it to him, what I'd say about it and how he'd react to it (I wondered if he'd even know what it was, but of course he immediately recognized it as a pin cushion when I showed it to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭), and yesterday it just suddenly hit me that when I'd be back home, the ring would no longer be there on my table for me to admire and hold in my hands, because Olli has it now? it's OLLI'S now, as intented, and yeah idk why but even now, two days later, I'm still literally crying about it as I'm writing this because I had grown strangely attached to that silly trinket and now I'll probably never see it again 🥺😭 (I guess I should just make one for myself too lol, my old one that I made almost 17 years ago is a wee bit shabby)

anyway, if anyone sees him, can you please tell him to take good care of it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

the world's biggest thanks to everyone who I hung out with on this trip, but especially to @kraeuterhexchen whose stunning art I can now admire in calendar form on my kitchen wall every month of the year (yes I shall keep you updated):

...and to @another-sun the organizer extraordinaire, as well as to my travelling companion @exitemotions (thanks for all the laughs with a touch of chaos in between <3)

here's me with BC again, the only other picture that's not blurry af lol

in conclusion, 🎵 never again, never again 🎵

...until next time 👀

[amuhav]

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 17, 20 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), 23, 25 for T A Y U I N.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

All of his time back in Abor'sai? lmao. I mean, sadly he's already forgotten anything good about his childhood, so he's left with mostly just the negative experiences that came after. Though, maybe surprisingly, I would say any of the more positive experiences with his father would be top of the list, because they're one of the few things that make him regret leaving without a word. And makes it harder for him to just put the whole place and everyone behind him.

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

How damaged he is under the layers of self-preservation. And how desperate he is to be understood and accepted, despite his pathological self-sabotaging to stop that from happening.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Lack of faith in other people, and by extension never letting himself have any peace or happiness, too willing to believe it will only lead to more harm. By never trusting anyone or sabotaging anything good that happens to him, it becomes something of a self-fulfilling prophecy that feeds further into his worldview that everything will hurt him if given the chance. I think he's become more aware of that, but until recently, no, he didn't see it as a flaw of his. He just saw it as protecting himself from the inevitable.

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Pretty far. Tay tends to put his survival and his immediate wants and needs ahead of anything else. He doesn't usually hurt people just for the sake of it, only if he thinks he'll gain something or he considers them to have wronged him, believes they eventually will, or if he sees them as a threat in any way. But he's generally the type to do so in indirect ways; manipulation, lying, maybe a lil theft etc. I guess I'm not saying he wouldn't take a life, if he really felt he had to, but what I am saying is he certainly would try not to. Physical harm or confrontation is certainly not a go-to unless he hasn't much choice.

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Uhhhhhh. His moral compass is kinda skewed towards Chaotic Neutral anyway lol. I don't think you'd easily convince him to do anything truly heinous if he had no reason to. On the other side of the spectrum, you'd probably also struggle to convince him to do anything too good that didn't also benefit him in some way, not unless he truly felt some obligation to do so, or ultimately agreed with the premise under all that outward bluster. In which case, you'd still have to be pretty convincing to overcome that self-preservation instinct of his, especially if whatever it was would make him vulnerable. For example, a lot of the time he'll be more likely to double down rather than take ownership of a mistake, because that would be a sign of weakness oh shit I'm realising he inherited this particular trait from his mother ignore me goodbye.

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Uh, once I actually had a grasp of his characterisation? Honestly, not much at all lol. I meeeean, there are definitely some points in CotS where I wouldn't have necessarily gone where the ~votes~ did, yet I still think the ways they played out, and all his actions within CotS have remained in character (which is honestly impressive when you think about it like that LMAO). But overall he's one of those characters as a writer you just... kinda instantly know them? Like, you connect with them in a way where you just know how they think and feel in almost any given situation without even ever having to give it much thought. Which I feel is pretty rare for me at least lmao.

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

not to sound basic bitch, but I guess Modern Day? I can't really see him in any other genre than that or the Fantasy one he's already in. But maybe... if we're talking more parallel universe AU rather than full genre/setting swap AU... one where he never left home? Because while I will always believe leaving was the best option for him, I don't know if things would have necessarily gone as badly as he thought they were heading...

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

everything um. leading on from the last question I guess ahaha... The bit that hasn't happened yet in the story. And again, not the leaving itself. I think leaving is the best thing he ever did for himself. But I feel ~a little guilty~ for the misunderstandings that lead up to it at least the way I have it planned because I haven't finished writing it yet so that might change I guess lolololol. That, or having him forget just why Ailos seems to hate him so much. Because it informs so much, not just of their relationship but so much of who they both are and how each of their lives came to be the way they are, but to Tay it all just seems so entirely without rhyme or reason. It's like an elephant in the room between them, but one Tay can't overcome because he doesn't even know it's there, and Ailos can't see past it nor work around it, and Tay not even knowing it exists only makes him all the more bitter. (which, like, not to excuse anything lmao, just. ya know. something something hurt people hurt people something something.)

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

lmaoooooooo. Tay? noooooo. never. jealousy? what's that, even? asdfghklkshhhh. I don't know if he necessarily ever recognises feelings of jealousy for what they are, at least not immediately without time to actually think about it, but yeeeeeah. It is definitely not an unusual response lmao. Jealous lil bean lashes out, usually at whatever he most considers to be the root cause of his pain (I'm so sorry Eve I woulda dragged my boi to apologise right away I stg 😭) And speaking of, manifesting as a rather strong sense of possessiveness lmao.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Happiness. He doesn't trust it. Like, real happiness, not just momentary glee at getting whatever he wants/needs in a particular moment or a plan working out for him, but true, actual-to-goodness happiness and feelings of contentment. It feels like a trap waiting to spring. So he fights it.

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Despite all his flaws, his ability to overcome. He's so broken, and he deals with a lot of things so poorly, but he's still trying. Still surviving, still trying to find a place in the world when I think so many would have just given up and accepted defeat. And that deep down, even if he doesn't indulge in it or trust it, he still has a heart, and hasn't lost all his humanity (or the fae equivalent? lmao) along the way.

[hadescabin]

why do you want to get rid of tigerdove instead of trying to fix it??? no shade or anything.

TW// GROOMING, MANIPULATION because quite honestly, there's nothing there to fix. it's just bad from the bottom down. i've seen really great rewrite aus that age tigerheart down to dovewing's age, so that they pursue each other as apprentices, which is something i considered doing since it doesn't really change much in terms of the story. however, i've come to the realization that the age gap isn't the only thing wrong with the relationship. That aside, Tigerheart is very manipulative and awful towards Dovewing, throughout the entirety of the time they've known each other, and even now that they have kits. Someone in my TigerDove is grooming post brought up a great example of how he even went out of his way to have a whole incel breakdown to Ivypool when she stood up for herself and cut off their relationship when he was trying to pressure her back in.

("Your sister who I've groomed since she was 13 put her friends and family over me" is a crazy thing to say and rage about btw. People like to say that bumbledove is worse for the incel stuff, have completely forgotten that Tigerheart, or many men in the series really, throw a fit when they don't get what they want. It's just worse when you keep in mind that he spends 4 books isolating and manipulating her into a relationship with him since the moment she was a child, and lovebombing her when she fights back. See: their argument about Dawnpelt in The Last Hope). People seem to have this misguided view that Tigerheartstar is this sweet himbo blorbo who loves his wife and kids, when in reality he's the complete opposite. Canon establishes him as someone who is very sneaky and great at manipulating the people around him to get what he wants. This isn't just an "Ivypool is biased" thing (though I do admit that she does hold some), it's just canonically established as the type of person tigerheart is.

(This actually isn't the first time someone points it out in the book, though I decided to stick with Squilf since she is a lot more reliable than someone like Bramblestar LOL). While it's certainly true that he cares a lot about his family, to the point where he selfishly puts them above everything else, it's also true that he just isn't the best father. Let's not forget how he actively victim blamed Shadowsight for being manipulated by Ashfur, and ordered him to constantly remain in close proximity to care for someone who took advantage of him. Between that and him kicking out nomads from their own territory, Tigerheartstar can be interesting in the way that he's consistently written as having these glaring flaws such as poor judgement and selfishness. Which, as much as I hate the guy, I do like that about him, and therefore wish to keep that in. However, I run into 2 problems. To start off, I don't feel comfortable writing a grooming relationship in my rewrite, it's not a subject I wish to touch. Second of all, even if I do age down Tigerheartstar, I really don't want Dovewing to be trapped in an abusive relationship, especially since her arc is about escaping that. It wouldn't make sense for her to escape to the same clan of the guy who manipulated her. It honestly makes more sense if they just remain good friends, not every forbidden meetup plot line needs to be romantic (like Firestar sneaking out to meet Princess). Maybe there will be a point in time where Tigerheart(or Goldenheart/paw in my rewrite) tricks Dovepaw for herbs or something, but it's established as awful on his part, and it very much nearly ends their friendship, which serves as a small wakeup call for him (Goldenheart is very spoiled in my rewrite so he's just used to doing whatever to get what he wants even at the expense of others). I don't know though, I still need to workshop it. TLDR: Outside of the massive age gap, similarly to relationships like BrambleSquirrel, TigerDove is unintentionally written to be too toxic (in this case it's grooming) for me to try and fix. "Fixing" TigerDove, would be "fixing" Tigerheartstar, which you really can't do, since him being awful is just his character. I really don't feel comfortable trying to pretty up a grooming relationship anyways, best to cut it out. edit: i decided the "evidence" i used with jayfeather wasn't exactly accurate in showing what I was trying to say, and that it would be best to cite from a more recent book. so i decided to replace it with an excerpt from Squirrelflight's Hope. dont get me wrong though it's still very much an example of him being antagonistic in the series even way back during OOTS.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Nanami Relationship HC's

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Content: Nanami x gn!Reader HC's

Warnings: None

Notes: HESEHKFJK I'm just a simp. Also, an anon sent me an ask about doing one for Nanami as I was already in the middle of it LOL

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Damn. You caught the attention of the hard-working bread man. How'd you do that?

Anyway

Nanami doesn't like PDA

He also doesn't like Gojo

The most he will do is hold your hand, and that's only if you're walking on the sidewalk or like, at the fair

Behind closed doors I'd say he's a little different. It's not a stark contrast, as Nanami doesn't need a bunch of affection like a certain albino haired bastard and a pink haired sweetheart

love you gojooo, love you yujiiii <3

Nanami is a very sensible person, so he'll understand if you want to hang out with friends instead of a date night (wtf why would you do that-)

Nanami also isn't very clingy. He can survive for a while off of fleeting touches and kisses, but eventually he's going to want more

Probably wont text you too much throughout the day, he is very dedicated to his work after all, no matter how shitty it is

Nanami also doesn't get very jealous...unless the man is Gojo Satoru or Suguru Geto

C'mon, he grew up with those guys, he knows they're still heart throbs in their late 20's

I can't really see Nanami being jealous of anybody else, though. Unless you were slowly giving him less and less fleeting time to be with someone else

Either way, he's sensible about it and talks to you like civil adults

He addresses the situation, asks for reassurance, but then denies ever being jealous if you tease him

Please do not tease him

He acts really unbothered, but he really would do anything for you. Even if he doesn't respond to your texts, he can see them popping up on his little smart watch

It almost puts a smile on his face. It would have, had his coworkers not been around

He can see when you text him about being in danger or wanting him home though, and he'll do everything he can to get sent home early to surprise you

Surprising you is probably his favorite activity

Once he came home, flowers and chocolate in hand. Of course, it had been your anniversary then, but still. You thought he had forgotten

Oh! Another thing with Nanami - he never ever forgets dates. If you do, he'll put it on the calendar for you

On the weekends off of work, he just wants to relax with you. Eat pizza, drink some soda, and watch some shitty action movie to pass the time. This is Nanami's way of "letting loose."

He's not a big party guy, so for things like his birthday, he'd appreciate it if you kept it small - between you and him, though he knows Gojo is going to do something stupid

He might invite Yuji and Megumi to the, rather small, celebration, as he tolerates those two more than Gojo and possibly Nobara. He just doesn't want it being loud, despite inviting Yuji

Megumi keeps Yuji in check tho

Speaking of those two rascals, they'll totally help you pick out presents for Nanami, and then will turn around and help Nanami get presents for you

Megumi and Yuji is your guys' biggest shipper

Nanami's cuddles are more like throwing an arm over you lazily, allowing you to wiggle around if you need it. However, he is a light sleeper so try not to wiggle too much :)

[creation-key]

Sober Realities

Part 1

synopsis: part 2 to drunken calls where the truth comes out

TW: None, mb light swearing?

WC: 1,253

a/n: hey guys, I know this has surprisingly been long awaited, so I hope this part is good enough lol. I’m currently on vacation but wanted to release this bc i felt bad 🥸 also i’m still debating on whether or not i want them to get together, so please comment and lmk if you want them end up together nor not 😏 k thanks byeee!

It’s been 2 weeks since the incident. You had not talked to your sister nor Harry, afraid of what would’ve occurred as a result. Either giving into your heart and breaking your sister’s, Or standing by her side and cutting the love? no- you can’t think of him that way, that’s what got you in this predicament in the first place.

You sigh, looking at your phone realizing that your sister will be there any minute. After week one, which coincidentally was also the day Harry stopped trying to contact you, she messaged you asking to meet at your favorite books/ coffee shop. You had tried to ignore the message, but she had quickly texted saying,

“I know you’re reading this and if you don’t say yes, I’m telling mom.”

Not wanting to bother your mother, of course you had responded and said agreed setting up a time.

You sip on whatever watered down bean water you ordered, not really caring to remember the name of it, since your anxiety was through the roof. You tried to calm yourself down by taking a deep breath and reading the random book with the pretty cover you had picked up, but after you had read the same page 15 times, which was only the back cover, you concluded that you should put the book back and stare at the wall in dismay.

After 10 minutes pass by, you decide to get up, grabbing your bag, and start to head over to the register. You throw away your old cup, moving to stand in line to order a muffin.

You get your muffin and another cup of death, this one not iced, and start heading towards the door, your excuse being that she’s late and you totally have something else to do, not yet realizing that you make sure to update your schedule on your family shared calendar that she has access to.

You open the door about to walk out when, lo and behold, your sister comes walking towards you with bags on her arms, clearly from shopping.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She puts her empty arm on her hip, popping it out like your mother.

You grimace, knowing that she’s going to tell your mom that you tried to leave.

“Well, I was going to go home, seeing as how my coffee date was late from… shopping.” She rolls her eyes, now smiling.

“Now is that any way to treat your baby sister whose boyfriend you’re trying to steal?” You gasp, now fully outside the book/ cafe.

Your eyes well up with tears, vision now blurred, mouth opening and closing wanting to say words but nothing coming out.

Your sister immediately drops her bags on the floor and wraps her arms around you.

“Omg, bee I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, you know I don’t really think that, I was just being a sarcastic smart-ass. Please stop crying! I promise I won’t tell mom you tried to run away.” You laugh at that last part, wiping your tears away, your muffin and cup of whatever long forgotten and cold.

“Are you ready to talk? There’s a park nearby that I passed earlier.” You nod at her, she smiles grabbing your hand, and leading the way.

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You’re now sitting on cold metal bench, listening to the words coming out of your sister’s mouth, not fully understanding. You could’ve sworn she had said that she cheated, but you know her, she would never. She’s little bee, your big bee, she would never do anything that you wouldn’t, and you for sure wouldn’t do that, especially to Harry.

You guess she realizes your confusion because she stops talking and asks what you’re thinking.

“So uh- you.. you cheated on him? Harry? The same guy who attended your high school graduation. The guy who saved up to get you and your friends tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert? L Bee I love you, and I will always be on your side, but forgive me if I cannot understand or get behind … this.” You motion with your hands at the word this. She nods her head in understanding reaching out to grab your hand.

“I wasn’t happy with him.”

“So you resulted to cheating on him? L BEE, THAT IS NOT- I’m sorry for yelling, but that’s just not okay. I would never do that, so I just don’t-” She interrupts you.

“That’s the problem Bee! I’m not you. I’m my own person, and I knew that when Harry and I started dating, that he only asked me out because you were taken. I know he only made it “official” with me because I resemble you. And ever since we started dating, I started to become you, to feed into his feelings, and gain his approval. But after a while though, I couldn’t do take it anymore. Something changed, it was like a switch, it brought me back to life telling me ‘this isn’t you.’ So, I went to a bar, and I kissed a girl.” Your jaw goes slack, shock heavily prevalent on your face.

“So you’re, gay? bi? experimenting? I’m confused…”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know. Like you said, Harry and I started going out when I was just 18, I never went to college so I didn’t get to experience the party scene and experiment. You know, when I told Harry, he cried, but not because he was losing me, but because he thought he was losing you. Isn’t that sad Bee? And that was over a month ago-“ You interrupt her-

“A month? How’s that possible, just 2 weeks ago I “confessed” to him drunkenly and he shows up the next morning saying that he wants to make it official between us and that he’s already talked to you about it. I mean I didn’t believe, because you guys had not said anything about the breakup.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“I told mom.” You smack her leg, she laughs. You rest your head on her shoulder, looking at the tree canopy above you, swaying slightly with the wind. It’s quiet for a while, a nice silence while you try to think of what to do next.

“Are you going to call him, now that you know?”

“I don’t even think he wants to talk to me anymore, I didn’t respond to any of his texts or answer any of his calls. He even sent me an email, that I immediately flagged as spam…” She laughs patting the top of you head like a dog.

“He stopped reaching out because I told him that I would talk to you and smooth things out. I let him know that you would call him as soon as you got home.” You lift up your head, the patting ceasing, only to find her grinning creepily. She looks down at her , non-existent, watch and then back up at you again.

“Bee, I love you and you have my complete blessing and back up to date Harry. My only request is that you make me the maid of honor over mom.” She holds out her pinky, which you take with yours.

“Deal.” She gets ups, pulls you in for a tight hug, and leaves, taking all of her bags with her.

With this new found knowledge that you’ve learned, you walk to your car and head home. Filled with anxiety and excitement, mostly anxiety, so you try and rehearse how you’re going to call Harry and beg for forgiveness. Or rather just say hi and explain what you’ve been told. You’re definitely not sure what to do, but before you can ponder over it anymore, you pull into your driveway, and walk up your front steps and into your house, not even seeing the car parked on the street in front of your home.

a/n: guys this so crazy, this has been done for like 2 days, but i’ve been so scared that I wouldn’t be able to top the last one lol. Also this is not the last part ofc 😏

[chuuyrr]

thinking about a gojo satoru, who will use scarlet witch!fushiguro teenager's video about her childhood when she can't stop singing baby shark to blackmail her. Like:

"Let me call you 'Kikufuku" and hug u or your baby shark singing will be shown to everyone!"

dad! gojo "blackmails" scarlet witch! teen fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, themes of fluff, gojo satoru being a typical dad lol, headcanon type of writing i guess 🤨

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x teen! reader

NAURRR BECAUSE I THINK GOJO WOULD ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO HIS CHILD LMAOOO also my writing is all over the place for some reason it's kinda messy and short, im so sorry! enjoy reading :( ♡

you know how children used to crave for their parents' attention and physical affection as hugs and kisses, and then when they grow up, it becomes something they like to avoid because it's embarrassing, since they are grown-ups now and they don't want to be treated like a baby anymore? this dilemma was the same as yours.

growing up under gojo satoru's care, he raised you with lots of hugs and kisses, because he loves you that much! a day isn't complete without him smothering you in kisses and cuddles, and him cooing at you. you're his baby even if he wasn't your biological father! now that you're a teenager, it was something you didn't like that much anymore. you just couldn't help but inwardly cringe and say a sheepish "aw, dad!" to him whenever he initiates it.

you've guessed it, gojo definitely goes "come over here and give your dad a hug!"

it becomes a game of cat and mouse. you freaking run and use your chaos magic to teleport here and there while gojo attempts to catch you and hug you. of course, with your power being greater than his, he doesn't catch up to you at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a trick up his sleeve.

"dad, stop trying to hug me and call me kikufuku!" you whined, practicing clinging to the uppermost corner of the house, the ceiling, as you levitated. "i'm not a little baby anymore! it's embarrassing!"

"you know what's more embarrassing?" gojo began, a smile curving on his lips as he took out his phone from the pocket of his jacket.

"what?" you asked dreadfully, swallowing thickly as you furrowed your brows.

gojo proceeded tap on his phone and before you knew it, a video of toddler you singing baby shark while dancing and swinging the ikea shark toy he got you played.

"baby shark doo, do—you immediately got down from the ceiling, landing on your feet like a damn cat before running up to him like a super soldier while screaming gibberish noises only for gojo to burst out laughing.

"GIVE IT TO ME! OH MY GOD!" you proceeded to pounce on him, only for you to bump straight into the infinity he had put up. "DAD!!"

"NUH-UH! NO CAN DO MISSY!" gojo stuck out his tongue at you rather playfully, waving the phone in the air.

"i can't believe you still have that! you can't show that to anyone, ever!" you banged your closed fist against his infinity, as you puffed your cheeks up in annoyance.

"which is why you should let me call you kikufuku and hug you or else this video will be shown to everyone." gojo smiled triumphantly, folding his arms across his chest.

and that's how gojo found his way of getting to hug you again and call you kikufuku. don't get me wrong, it's not that you hate him or anything. your love for physical affection had just dropped, but your love for your dad didn't. it never had. i guess you could make an exception for gojo, since it's not like you have any choice at all. sadly, it's a do or die. your embarrassing video from when you were still a baby was on the line, and you weren't risking that at all. nope.

gojo constantly reminds you of the video when you've forgotten about it and you refuse his affection, but really though, outside the jokes, our beloved gojo over here still sees you as his baby, and he can't just can't get over the fact that you're all grown up now, and he's secretly afraid that you might not need him anymore :(

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Hello from my house! I'm spending the weekend at home but still wanted to post about my dearest girl (I'm having a fun time, yes indeed).

It's also because I won't be able to watch Nimona again this weekend for the first time in 3-4 weeks, so I'm the slightest bit bitter.

TW: Mention of (assumed) su*cide and of assault

First, Previous, Next

The Happy Months (and the end of Knight Charlotte):

After Charlotte reveals that she's Ambrosius's sister to Ambrosius himself and Ballister, they have a few good months with each other before everything goes right to shit

During this period, the trio sneaks down to the lower/poorer part of the city under the guise of something for Ballister. In reality, Ambrosius wants to meet Charlotte's mom (Ballister already has a handful of times). They get caught up in a rain storm and have to stay the night

Ambrosius finds Charlotte and Minara's (that's her mother's name, in case you've forgotten) home very cozy and homey despite it not being the nicest place (or very nice at all, for that matter). Charlotte goes off to shower at one point, and Ambrosius and Ballister are left with her mom. She quickly catches on to the fact that they know, and she sighs a bit. "She told you?" she asks. Ambrosius tries to play dumb, but it all eventually comes out because, as Minara says, "Lying isn't your strongest skill, Ambrosius". She just shakes her head at first, but she isn't really upset. She warns Ambrosius that this could put his family in a very poor light if it gets out, and he assures her that it won't, that neither they nor Charlotte has told anyone else (not even her girlfriend).

Eventually, the trio falls asleep in a bit of a pile on the very small sofa. It's very cute. Minara takes a picture, and I'd draw it if I had the skills

Upon arriving back to the Institute, the Director masks her frustration with a veil of concern, stating that "something awful could've happened to you!"

Goldenheart and Wiseheart (Charlotte Swiftheart x Alieza Wiseman) go on some double dates disguised as hangouts during this time. Rumors go around, the main one being that Alieza and Ambrosius are a thing and Charlotte and Ballister are a thing (no one suspects anything homo lol), but they don't let it bother them

Someone finds out about Charlotte's heritage as a "half blood," but don't release who she's related to (they're hoping to use it as blackmail material). This information is leaked to the public, and suddenly, people are turning on Charlotte left and right. Classmates that used to be friendly to her suddenly begin taunting her, whispering behind her back, and some (such as Todd) even begin to pick fights and hit her

Ambrosius finds her on the platform over the Glorodom one day, sitting quietly and trying not to cry. He cautiously sits next to her and asks if she wants to talk about it. Her hands ball into fists, and she rants about how upset, angry, and sad she is (purposefully leaving out the physical aspects of whats been happening to her). He asks what she needs, and she kind of trembles as she fights back tears. "To punch something," she says, before quietly adding, "or a hug." Ambrosius pulls her into a hug and says that they'll figure it out

Charlotte goes to the Director for help, tells her about what the other cadets have been doing to her. The Director is the opposite of helpful. "I'm sorry, Charlotte, but my hands are tied. The people have turned on you. Punishing the cadets tormenting you will only cause further public outrage...I can only imagine what would happen to Ambrosius if it got out that its his family you're related to," she says. Charlotte pales, blood running cold. She's absolutely shaken that the Director knows, and as apathetic eyes land on her, she realizes that she's being threatened. "It will all go away if you go home, Charlotte. The Goldenloin name and legacy will be safe, and so will Ambrosius. That's what you want, isn't it?" Charlotte swallows, looking down with tears stinging her eyes. "Yes, Director." Slowly, the Director continues. "You know, I've already heard whispers that people think it's Ambrosius you're related to. With how close you've been over the past six years, you can't really blame them." A beat. "You have until the end of the week to decide what to do. After that, I'm afraid the rumors will have to be addressed, and whatever happens next will be thanks to you."

After struggling with the decision, Charlotte ultimately decides that she has to protect Ambrosius. She agrees to leave the Institute. She has to sign some papers to officially mark it as her decision (rather than being expelled/kicked out of the Institute). Once the papers are signed, the Director files them away. Just as Charlotte is leaving to go pack her things, the Director calmly remarks, "Oh, and Charlotte. My condolences." Charlotte freezes, looking back at her. "I'm sorry?" She's met with an apathetic face that tells her "I heard about your mother."

The story that Charlotte hears is that her mother couldn't take the backlash of it being revealed that she'd not only given birth to a bastard child, but also one of a noble person. It's said that she hung herself. In reality, no one is entirely sure if that's what happened. Charlotte was told there was a note, but she was never allowed to look at it. It is extremely likely that the Director actually had Minara killed

Charlotte breaks things off with Aleiza before leaving, and she has a very rough goodbye with Ambrosius and Ballister. She tells them about her mother, and they promise to do what they can to be there for her. This promise doesn't last long (more on that in my next post)

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @derellenbogen

[martianmoon]

Sam and Max: It Feels Like I’ve Forgotten Something

HEY GANG are we ready for round two?!!

this is a continuation of my last piece featuring my version of the boys!! except less hurt, more comfort this time :) i really wanted to try writing from max’s perspective since i find it harder and bc i think we get a lot of this series from sam’s pov, so it was nice to push myself!!

premise: “sam has a nightmare about the events of 305, max is there to listen and comfort in his own way”. this was partially inspired by @bitterartregret‘s art which you can find here! it hit me right where it hurts and i love the idea of them soothing each other after 305, so i just had to put my own spin on it :)

rated T for Trauma LOL

🐶❤️🐰

Max is jolted awake by the sound of screaming.

At first he isn’t sure if it’s his own - it wouldn’t be the first time, given the last few weeks - but his throat doesn’t feel raw, and he isn’t sweating, which means--

Sam!

He’s hopped from the top bunk and into Sam’s in seconds, trying to squash his fear long enough to shake the man awake. “Sam, Sam! Wake up, Sam, it’s okay, it’s okay! I’m here, you’re okay!”

“Max,” he gasps, and in the sliver of yellow light cutting through their curtains, Max gets a glimpse that makes his heart sink. Sam’s fur is matted, eyes unfocused and heavy from what must have been a night of restless sleep. When he finally rouses, the man squints at him, then slumps into his arms with a haggard sigh.

Max catches his weight, ignoring the pang in his chest. “Hey... hey, ya big fussypants. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Who, me? Nah, I was already--y’know, I was--”

“I’m sorry, Max,” Sam croaks, and he sounds so defeated that Max wants to rip something apart.

With some effort he eases Sam back down, pulling the covers up and over and pointedly ignoring the look the other man shoots--just in case it’s something he can’t--can’t--unwrap right now.

It must be obvious, even in the dark. Before he can think of anything to say, Sam reaches out for him.

“...would you mind--would you stay?”

Max bites his own cheek, hard. His voice still comes out an octave higher than he’d like. “Stay? With... with you? Here?”

Sam nods, unreadable. “I think--I think I need it.”

It kicks a predatory part of him into overdrive: the urge to hurt, to destroy whatever’s making Sam so obviously miserable. He knows it’s pointless - Sam’s nightmares aren’t something he can just sink his teeth into and tear to bits - but that white-hot instinct to protect runs as deep as his blood, and bubbles just as close to the surface at the tone in Sam’s voice.

“S-sure,” he says as evenly as he can, slipping in beside him. There isn’t much space, in the single bunk, but the gap between them still feels as wide as a chasm.

Sam chuffs, a fond thing. “You can come closer, y’know.”

Closer... like it’s nothing, like they do this every night. A twist in Max’s gut says Maybe him and his Max did.

I’m his Max now, jackass, he glowers. It helps when he feels Sam relax, just a little, as he shifts towards him.

They’re silent, for a while. Max busies himself by listening to Sam’s breathing--not only to make sure he isn’t falling into another bad dream, but also to calm his own nerves. Behind closed eyes, he imagines what someone else might think of them--not quite cuddling but near enough that it’s obvious they’re more than friends... perhaps still getting to know each other, or maybe this is their first time sharing a bed--

It stings, unexpectedly. He sighs.

“...Max? You still awake?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flutter open to find Sam watching him, and he blinks. “S-still awake. You okay?”

Sam shakes his head. “Not really. That one really shook me up.”

“...you wanna talk about it?”

He watches Sam weigh the idea for a long moment. He looks so serious, and it suits him, but Max knows that look: one that promises this could go either way - and he would never push, but after weeks of feeling through the uncertain space between each other, of awkward silences and missteps... he isn’t sure he can take much more pretending.

“...yeah. Yeah, I--I think I do.”

Relief SNAPS like a wire spring inside him, and he stiffens, sure that Sam must feel it. Don’t say anything, just don’t--don’t mention it. He forces himself to relax. “O-okay, okay, you--uh, you just go ahead. I’m all ears.”

Sam’s soft snicker makes him grin, in spite of everything - still got it. Max thinks there might have been a joke there, before, a quip along the lines of ‘you sure are, little buddy’, but for now Sam’s gentle amusement is enough, more than enough.

“God, where do I start...” The man blows a hard breath over Max’s cheek. “Guess I can’t expect you t’listen to all the gory details...”

“Are you kidding?” Max snorts. “After everything, now you’re gonna worry about, what, my delicate sensibilities?”

“Shut up, Max, you weren’t caught up in the middle of it all, before!”

“Sam,” he scoots closer without thinking, cupping the wolfhound’s cheek. “I can take it. Just--trust me.” He feels the man swallow, a faint rise-and-fall beneath his palm, and it takes everything in him not to bite down there. Instead, he gives him a gentle nudge. “C’mon - what happened?”

There’s another long pause, and Sam sighs again. “You... you were there. Not--y’know, not you you, but--”

He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t need to. Max knows who he means, tries to ignore the spike of jealousy that hits at the thought; this isn’t about him, it’s about Sam, and he’d said he could take it. With a soft huff, he asks, as mildly as he can, “Somethin’ bad happen to--him?”

It doesn’t quite land the way he hoped - Sam’s lips purse disapprovingly, eyes falling closed.

Panic. “W-wait, Sam, please, I--”

“Yeah. Yeah, he--there was fire, and everything was dark... I couldn’t even really see him, it was all covered in--in ash, and blood. Felt like I was choking on it. Then a great ugly pit opened up and just--swallowed everything. Him.” A pause. "Me."

Max stares, an uncomfortable feeling pooling in his gut. “I--I’m... I’m sorry, Sam.”

He hates how small his voice sounds. Fury, molten and dark, grabs him by the throat and burns, and suddenly it’s all he can feel, that liquid hate. Hate for how the feeling of ‘other’ still hangs over them, for what it does to Sam on nights like this. Why’d you have to go and die, huh? He seethes. Why’d you have to--just look at him! He can barely function without you, and I’m stuck here in the middle when he oughta be mine and I can’t--I can’t fix it--

“Max.”

“Auagh!” Max nearly springs out of bed, held down by the weight of Sam’s arm falling over his hip and the look that comes with it.

He swallows. “Er, I--my bad, I was--”

“Just... hold still for a sec, would ya?”

It’s not really a question, but feels... important. Their eyes meet over the pillow, and Sam doesn’t blink, so neither does he. Gently, so gently he almost swears he imagines it, Sam’s thumb moves over his heart and just... rests there. It’s firm, and warm, and Max doesn’t count the minutes they stay like this... but when Sam finally moves, it’s to stroke there, once, before settling back at his hip.

Red-faced, Max shivers. “Uh--”

Sam smiles, slow. “Just needed to feel it.”

‘It’--Max’s heart. His heart. The implication makes him dizzy for a moment. Not yours... mine. He wriggles closer, voice soft. “I keep tellin' you, Sam... I’m right here.”

This - the need for reassurance, the concern over his safety - is familiar to him. Patience isn’t one of his stronger suits, but Max will always oblige, in moments like this... even if he’d never admit it out loud. It makes him feel... toasty, something he’s grown to associate only with Sam, and even if they are from entirely different worlds, universes apart, the joy of knowing how alike they are, how much he still cares... Max can’t describe it. He thumbs over Sam’s cheek, his jaw, eyes half-lidded even as his heart races.

Could be a heart-attack, he muses, derailed suddenly by a kiss pressed against his forehead. Startled, he grabs a pillow and hits Sam square in the face with a WHUMP.

“Max! What’re you--what was that?!”

“I don’t know, you surprised me!”

“You--jeez.” Sam rolls onto his back, laughing, and Max feels his face heat. “You crack me up, little pal.”

It takes him a second to parse why the words hit so hard, flopping down to hide his face when he does. It’s really... him. It’s really you, Sam...

“Quit thinkin’ so hard, I can smell burnt toast.”

“That’s just your old age, smart-ass.”

“We’re the same age, Max.”

“Yeah, well--” He rolls onto his side to see Sam beaming at him, fumbling through a sudden swoop in his belly. “You--I--ugh.” Nothing, and Max has never felt so good about it. He grins back, sinking into the pillow. “Hey--betcha you’ll get wrinkles before me.”

“Oh, sure. But you’re gonna go hairless, first.”

It’s playful, and stupid, fills his chest with butterflies. Max rolls onto his side, grumbling happily--then freezes when he feels Sam spoon up behind him, breath warm on the nape of his neck.

“S-Sam?”

“Mm...?”

A heartbeat’s pause. He smiles. Closes his eyes. “...nothin’. Night.”

Sam’s own smile is right there, in his fur. “G’night, pinhead.”