#than the often very slow movie theatre

[lavender-at-heart]

do you think you could do like a sfw or nsfw (whatever you’re comfortable with) alphabet for Jasper hale?

Yes tysm for requesting, sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Jasper Sfw Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

-> affection would come very slow if you were a human

-> he'd be so scared to hurt you that if he held you at all it would be like holding fine china

-> and especially around other humans (at school) physical affection would be almost non existent save for perhaps a touch of the hand

-> he would show is affection in other ways, using his power to make you feel loved. Always doing small gestures. And verbally speaking affections towards you

-> however, after becoming more comfortable around you, when it's just you and his family, or if you become a vampire, I feel like he would be soooooo touchy.

-> he'd almost be as bad as Emmet, always holding you, sitting with you, etc. (He was probably so touched starved for most of his life that now he won't do anything but touch you)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

-> he'd be super awkward at first, unsure of how to approach your relationship together. But you'd quickly realize he was an incredibly interesting person and enjoy being around him

-> it would be hard to control his thirst around you, but he'd invite you to his house to do homework, or go for long walks in the woods.

-> I don't think he'd be content with staying friends for long. He'd soon be asking you on a date to Coras, or the movie theatre, or maybe a picnic in the forest.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

-> I would say that he's not used to it, and when you first initiate it, he goes stiff as a board

-> but he soon falls in love with it. Whenever your relaxing in bed, watching a movie, etc. He'll tuck you into his side and rub circles on your back

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

-> He is quite domestic actually

-> having grown up in a more...domestic era, he really enjoys taking care of you at home

-> obviously he isn't used to cooking but he gets used to that. He much prefers that you eat at home. And he always makes the bed, runs you baths, etc.

-> if you aren't into cooking he will handle it, but if you do have a passion for baking or cooking he will make sure the kitchen is always stocked. He'll buy you pots and pans and all the utensils you might need. He does enjoy cooking with you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

-> if he had to pull an Edward in New Moon, he'd go a similar route

-> obviously it would kill him to leave you, but he'd justify it, thinking it's too dangerous to be together

-> he'd use his powers to make you dispise him, and not want him anymore. Of course that wears off as soon as he leaves, but he would convince you that you want him to leave.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

-> being old fashioned, and knowing that you are his mate, he would want to get married sooner rather than later. Why wait? He knew that you were made for eachother.

-> but he might also want you to enjoy being human while you can, maybe you'd both go on a big vacation before settling down

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

-> physically, he is very gentle, like I said before, you're like a porcelain doll to him. He is constantly admiring you and being very careful, always making sure you are safe

-> emotionally he is guarded, and it takes time to win his trust but once you do, you are the only one he feels truly comfortable with. He values you more than anything,

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

-> it's very hard to hug you at first, because of his control, he would prefer to hold your hand and gradually move to holding and hugging.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

-> he knows that he loves you almost immediately

-> I'm not quite sure when he'd say it, he'd either say it soon (maybe too soon) or wait awhile, he wouldn't want to scare you off. And he is a reserved man, he'd make it abundantly clear that he loves you more than life, but saying it, well he might save that for a dramatic moment.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

-> I would say it's hard for him to not get jealous becuase he can feel the other person's emotions

-> obviously this might be good becuase if the other person holds no romantic feelings for you, he has nothing to worry about. If they do though, it will be very very difficult for him to forget about it

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

-> he is very romantic and not at all casual with kisses. He puts all of his love and devotion into every kiss.

-> most of the time he'll kiss you on the mouth, but he also enjoys kissing the corners of your mouth, you fingers, your palms, and your forehead

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

-> honestly, he hasn't been around children in so long, and he completely abandoned the idea of having a family

-> he'd be lying if he said being with a human didn't get him a little exited for the possibility of a family, he thought it could never happen. I feel like he is a very family man so he would want kids but he'd be really worry becuase it would put you in harms way.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

-> obviously he doesn't sleep, so he spends his early mornings making you breakfast and tea/coffee, he'll put on an old record to slowly wake you up, and he'll hop back into bed to cuddle and watch you wake up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

-> Jasper has a routine of reading every night, sometimes you'll read your own book beside him or you'll ask him to read out loud. He's really a great story teller. Some nights you'll ask him to tell you about all the stories and memories he's collected over the years

-> he likes to watch you brush you teeth and get ready for bed, for some reason he finds it so amusing

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

-> I would say that he's not too open, like he's open about his personality and he's confident in himself but when it comes to his past he is very closed off

-> but one day he just decides to bare his heart to you and reveal all of his misfortunes and mistakes. He might be afraid that it's too much backstory and too much messy history for a young human, but you handle it well.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

-> Jasper is soooooo patient like I can't argue this enough. He's so patient that when he really does get angry it's so hard to tell because he still seems calm.

-> over his many years he's slowly gotten past hot-headedness and there's very few things that surprise or agitates him

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

-> I feel like he tries to commit every moment with you, every thing you say, to memory

-> he'll love asking questions about you and tried to remember everything

-> he loves letting you just rant and he could sit there for hours, just listening and nodding along

-> but sometimes, when you're ranting about this or that, he'll zone out. Not on purpose! He just starts thinking about how much he loves it when you rant and how nice you look while you do it, that he just starts gawking. Like you know that one lego batman audio? The blah blah blah one? Yeah that.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

-> honestly I think meeting you for the first time would be an invaluable moment for him. Both of your lives irreversibly changed in that moment.

-> other than that, when he opened up about his past and he realized that he could tell you anything.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

-> he would be super protective becuase your a human

-> after what happened to Bella he would be hyper aware of how dangerous vampires can be, and how delicate humans are

-> but you have so much faith in him, and he is sure in his own ability to keep you safe

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

-> I don't think he'd be worried about trying to hard. He knows you'll get along, he knows you both love eachother

-> but it's not about trying, he just does it. As I've said before he's old fashioned and just simply believes in always holding the door open, always getting you flowers, etc. And obviously bc he's rich asf he gets you nice presents.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

-> definitely being so old, coming from times of different ways of thinking, maybe being stuck in his ways too much

-> sometimes he might manipulate your emotions, whether it's to make you feel good or bad, he does it once in a while.

-> sometimes he let's his inner turmoil effect his outside demenour and relationships, and that can be tricky. You might ask to talk about it but he is not at all used to sharing about his struggles.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

-> he doesn't care much at all about his hair or anything like that especially becuase he's a vampire, he doesn't need to do anything to look perfect

-> but when it comes to how he dresses he is very formal with it. You will never catch this man in sweats and a hoodie😭. And if you go on a date or anything he will be dressing like it's 1949.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

-> absolutely, once he's met you, he can never forget you or be the same.

-> he is used to people he knows dying though, so if you chose to stay human he will be able to pick himself up again, he will just always have you in mind. He'll do everything how you would want him to.

-> but if you become a vampire, you two would basically become one person. Never one without the other, doing everything together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

-> even though he's so old fashioned, he loves doing silly modern things with you

-> like going to malls and shopping, he loves that you made a build a bear of him, going to arcades, roller coasters, theme parks. It all makes him feel more human, almost normal.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

-> I think if you had any big tattoos or dyed hair or piercings, he'd be...surprised. he wouldn't be disgusted by it, it would just take some getting used to. But he'd grow to love it

-> not talking to him when your upset annoys him a lot, he can feel that your upset but he has no clue why. Or he can feel your sad but you don't want to burden him.

-> also I have a feeling he's not a fan of rap, metal, hyper-pop, etc. So if you like that and listen to it, That could be a small peeve.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

-> well, he doesn't sleep. Normally he'll stay with you in bed, imagining he was asleep, sort of in a meditative trance. He finds it super peaceful

-> otherwise he'll just be hunting or spending time in the forest, he likes to get hunting out of the way when your sleeping so he can spend all your waking moments together.

[icarus-star]

mlm charlie walker hc's!!

(some nsfw sprinkled in, as well as homophobia mentioned once, very lightly)

charlie had never dated a man (or anyone), or even really thought of it before you. so meeting you for the first time left him VERY conflicted. he had lived his whole life under the impression that he was straight, he had never thought or felt any other way, so why was it different because of you?

but despite that, he didn't try to distance himself or anything like most people would, he actually wanted to be closer. hangout with you more, talk to you more, even just look at you more to try to figure out what draws him to you so much. there's just something about you that he finds so.. enthralling. he did doubt his feelings at one point, thinking that he only thought of you as this really really cool guy he wanted to spend time with.

at some point, he decided to really put some thought into it. he wouldn't mind it, hugging you, kissing you, listening to you talking about whatever you felt like. the other way around, too. soon enough, he began to think about you all the time. even fantasizing about you when he'd touch himself.

once he had finally, truly decided to be honest with himself, he faced his next problem. what if you were straight? what if he read everything all wrong, like the way you'd compliment his hair or taste in movies. were you just being polite? because of this, he decided to (discreetly) ask around. by asking around, i mean stalking you on social media to see if any of your celebrity crushes were men or to see if you had explicitly stated that you liked men.

no matter what he finds, he's clearly not gonna make the first move. so, once you finally do, he's pretty much jumping with excitement (which he does in fact do once he gets home). the whole first date, whatever it is you're doing together, his internally screaming at himself to not fuck up.

but once you finally decide to make it official? a lot of his worries go away. he's more excited then nervous, wondering what this new relationship has in store.

something he found out quickly though? being the little spoon is way better than hugging a pillow all night long and pretending that it's you. especially if you play with his hair and squeeze him nice and tight.

and when he first started liking you, he wondered what his friends would think about it. they all turned out to be way more supportive than he initially thought, except trevor.. you can't tell me that he's not one of the most bigoted people around (no offence to nico tortorella though, i fear him).

anywho, obviously, movie dates!! at a theatre or your home, he doesn't care at all. at home, your nice and snuggled up on the couch with some popcorn, candy, soda or hot chocolate (it depends on the season). he loves being all wrapped up in blankets, hugging onto you while watching classic horror films together. and at some point, you ended up falling asleep with your limbs tangled together and a couple pieces of popcorn scattered on the ground (the bowl got tipped over 💔)

nsfw

now, when it comes to sex, he doesn't know what he's doing. at all. no clue how to suck dick. kind of scared of being penetrated. he would try it once, and definitely wouldn't enjoy it. so he'd prefer fucking you.

help him out with sucking your cock, take it slow with him. he'll figure out his way around it, you both learn how good he is with his tongue. he'd be sucking the tip of your cock, his tongue swirling around it and his big eyes looking up at you. he just wants to make you feel good, and once he gets the hang of it, trust me, he makes you feel good.

also! you go to movie theaters together often, you always get seats in the back. if your sure enough that you wont bother anybody, you, very quietly, give each other hand jobs. not once have you gotten caught. but charlie does really struggle to stay quiet.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 30th. Begging. "Accidental And Unexpected Benefits." Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader.

It is here! Second to last day of Kinky December, I forgot what a fucking banger this one is! I didn't do much to it but some fucking about and reformatting. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.8K. Warnings. Teasing. Public Fingering. Making Out. Biting. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Extreme Frustration. Crying Reader. Thigh Riding. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. And Of Course Leslie Being Leslie. 

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He had far too much fun with this. Leslie was a playful kind of guy, and this was such a surprisingly enjoyable game for him. 

However, it was discovered accidentally. 

He had a thing for hooking up in places you both probably shouldn’t be. For a guy whose career is largely built around killing people he caught in the act of having pre-martial sex and similar such debauchery, he sure seemed to love and get off on it himself. The amount of times when an ‘innocent’ date became so much more than that was notable to say the least. I mean, you enjoyed it too, so you weren’t about to complain. You liked the danger just as much and found yourself initiating often. 

The thing was about doing something like this as often as you did, that you were bound to get caught eventually. 

It couldn’t have been at a worse time, either.

It had begun with the two of you out on one of those aforementioned dates. A movie, seemingly empty, have you ever had one of those days? Where you get a whole theatre to yourself? Some weekday matinée on a day off of yours. 

You kissed him, soft and sweet, slow, it didn’t stay that way, he escalated it. A hand on your knee, deepening that kiss as his touch moves up your leg, when his knuckles brushed over the exposed skin on your thigh, nudging between your knees you pulled back with a breathless laugh- “What are you doing?”

His mouth on your neck, a soft moan crossing your lips, you could feel that impish grin against your throat, a light laugh of his own, more kisses, nipping at your skin before saying, “What? No one else is here.”

Your thighs tightened, trying to slow his hand, his other hand is immediately on your opposite leg, his grip is strong, and you aren’t able to stop him. He spread your legs, forcing them apart, that made you pulse unexpectedly. Whenever he showed off his strength like this, you couldn’t help the small sound that you let out in response, you speak hush and hurried, “Not the point I was trying to make! Leslie we-”

You tried to close your legs again and his grip tightened, holding them open, he bit down on the side of your throat, and it made your sentence stop dead-cutting off with quiet- “-oh.”

He pulled back just a little, he looked at you in that way that made you swallow hard, “We what? ‘We shouldn’t?’ All the more reason if you ask me.” 

Fucking heaven above, the way he said that, that teasing and mocking way he uttered ‘We shouldn’t?’ my God, if you weren’t wet before you certainly were now. 

“Now. Be good and keep em spread for me.” He said it firmly, a statement, not a question. 

You listened. 

He was leaned in close to you, one of his hands sliding up, resting between your spread thighs, under your skirt, palm cupping your already wet cunt through your underwear. You caught yourself admiring his hands often, they were very well worked and capable, and of course for this reason right here, how he used them on you just this well.

He started off touching you through the thin material, teasing you lightly through the quickly dampening fabric. You would attempt to protest further, but it felt so good, how could you? Why would you?

The lights dimmed. Advertisements started up.

“Bet I can make you cum before the movie starts.”

Well now that sounded like a wager you could get behind. If you were doing this, and you were, he had started, and you were sure he had no intention of stopping, not when he got his mind set on something, and there was no one else here.

You’d be an idiot not to take him up on the offer.

He was too fucking good at it. 

You lost yourself in it. At some point he had moved his hand into your panties, and he touched you just so, circling your clit and fingers dipping inside, curling and dragging over that spot that made your legs tense.

It was no contest. 

You were breathing hard, trying to rein in your moans, no one was in here, but you were still trying not to get caught. Leslie was being well Leslie and trying to get you to make some sounds, and he was succeeding as expected of him. 

The pleasure built quickly, you were almost there, your nails were biting into the armrests on either side of you, eyes squeezed shut, you breathed his name in warning. 

He didn’t slow, your chest rising and falling, nearly there, about to tip over and then-

It happened too quickly.

His arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer to him, your face ending up in the crook of his neck, his hand slipping out of your panties, meeting your outer thigh, forcing your legs closed and tightly together. 

You wanted to groan out in protest, being left on the very edge like that, before you could even consider protesting he whispered in your ear, “Shhhh. Someone else just came in. Play it cool.”

You pulled back and looked and yeah another couple came in. So much for being alone. Worst timing in the fucking world. Once that other couple was seated a few rows ahead you were tempted to beg him to finish you off, you could be quiet when needed. Before you could though his hand on your thigh squeezed gently, his fingers were still wet from having just been inside of you as he whispered, “Be patient. I’m not done with you.”

Should have known better. Leslie always prefers when he can hear you and true while you would have been quieter due to your public setting he still would have gotten what he wanted. Getting you off with other people so close you wouldn’t have been able to hear you at all, and that simply wouldn’t do. 

You nearly shivered from what he said, and you settled back into your seat, crossing your legs and getting ready for the longest movie going experience of your life. 

He had timed it perfectly. If that couple didn’t come in, you would have before the movie actually started. 

Now, he didn’t mean for it to happen. Really he didn’t. He could have sworn at this time on a weekday you two would have been alone, but sometimes things happen, everyone, even the great Leslie Vernon himself made mistakes. 

But this didn’t turn out to be a mistake.

Not really. 

He had enjoyed the movie a lot. You thought he didn’t notice, but of course he did, he was observant. He was always paying attention, especially when you were around and you, throughout the whole movie, were tense. 

When the movie was done, and you had gotten back in the car, he could tell you were restraining yourself. You somehow made it back to his place, and when he finally got you back there, you were so amazingly-what would be a good word-receptive. It all seemed heightened for you, frantic, needy, so eager to please and when he finally did make you cum, it didn’t take long once he got started, when he did, and he brought you relief you were the most beautiful sight. 

How you arched and cried out his name below him, something was just different enough about it to pique his curiosity. 

So an experiment was needed. 

He had to make sure it wasn’t just some kind of fluke, and why not do it? Just for the fun of it.

Another similar event. 

He initiated something, it was hot and fun, intense, he got you close and oops-you were interrupted again. “Weird, right?”

What a coincidence. Lord knows, he would never plan something like that on purpose.

It worked.

He pushed it further. He managed to sneak another edge in, well-timed once more, having to cut it short before you would be exposed. You took a little convincing, your nails biting into your palms, you looked like you wanted to finish yourself off right there, he held his hand out and urged you, that same slight edge to it that did you in every time, “Come on, you don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?”

You bit your bottom lip and with a shake of your head you took his hand and allowed him to help you up. A laugh and a shake of his head as he pulled you close to him as he said, “Thought so.” 

Couldn’t stay still, you kept shifting your weight all night, trying to find a comfortable position where your soaked panties weren’t sticking to you so damn closely. Weren’t teasing you and giving unwanted extra friction to your already too sensitive self.

When he got you alone later on, you were practically vibrating with need. He took one look at you, eyes dragging up and down your nearly trembling form and with a lopsided smirk he said, “Get on your knees.”

And you did so, dropping to your knees in the damp grass, and you fussed with his belt with shaking hands, and soon he was in your mouth. He found his own release with his fingers in your hair. You had nearly sucked the life out of him and almost brought him to his knees in kind. Turns out a little edging and denial turned you, an already good little cocksucker, into an insatiable dick hungry slut. You fucked your own mouth and throat on his ample length, spit ran down your chin and neck, and soon he came into your mouth, and you showed him your tongue coated with the evidence of his pleasure before swallowing it all back. 

You worked him over with a fervent passion previously unseen from you, and he liked it.

Well, obviously it wasn’t just a mistake or a one time thing. 

So this was his new game now. Seeing how many times he could manage to edge you, bring you so close before giving you what you wanted. He wanted to see you break. Wanted to see how far he could push your resolve, and wanted to see what it would take for you to not be able to stand it any longer and beg him for your release. 

Today was going to be that day.

He could feel it. 

Previously he would always let you cum before leaving, making sure you were spent and satisfied, he was doing this and enjoying the fuck out of it but didn’t want to let on to the fact that he was.

You hadn’t picked up on it. But last night. Last night he didn’t. He left you hanging, literally. 

There were gallows at Eugene and Jamie’s for ‘training’ purposes. You had your hands curled around the rope of the noose, holding on to it for dear life. He had already edged you a few times throughout the day, it was a little funny to him that you hadn’t caught on yet considering how often the two of you and been ‘conveniently interrupted’ but he wasn’t going to question a good thing. You were so damn close, and then he cut it short once again. You nearly wanted to scream from frustration.

Not only that, but you didn’t take care of yourself that night because you knew that it wouldn’t be as good as when he did it. So what would be the point? It would be more depressing than satisfying. A regret instead of a relief. 

I mean, sure, you felt like you were literally on fucking fire and were leaking like a faucet and couldn’t stop thinking about him and the pulsing need between your aching thighs, but you persisted. 

You waited. He knew that you would too. He knew you so well, of course you waited for him.  Now you were fucking starving for it already when you met up, but he wouldn’t give in so easily. 

He teased you with the threat of it. Maybe too much, I suppose it depends on your definition of too much. Was nearly all day too much?

It certainly was for you.

You finally gave him what he wanted. 

Your back pressed against one of the beams in the barn, your head was currently swimming as you were mid-makeout. One of his legs between yours, you were grinding on him, unashamedly and utterly desperate. He attempted to pull away for what had to be the fifth fucking time that afternoon, and you’d finally had enough. It was too much. Your hands fisted in his shirt, and you tugged, keeping him close to you, not wanting to lose contact for even a second.

“Les-please!”

That small smirk, his hands on your waist, he pressed his leg harder into you and let out a strained moan as he asked, in a faux innocent tone,“You okay, baby?”

You shifted your hips and a bit back another moan, it was hard to string together a coherent sentence when all you could think of was your throbbing cunt. Another grind that had you gasp out the word, “Fine!”

All you could manage after that was a, “Fuc-please?”

You sounded so good to him like this. Brushing some of your hair aside, his forehead was nearly pressed to yours as he asked, “Please what?”

He knew damn well what, but it wasn’t good enough, not yet. He needed to hear it. You whined, head resting against the wooden beam you were against, you clearly needed to be pushed just a little further. He dropped to his knees in front of you, strong hands gripping your hips, looking up at you as he prompted, “Is this what you need?”

His mouth pressed to you through your clothes and that was enough to make you gasp, hands on his shoulders, a furious nod. He shook his head with a laugh, a tsk before saying, “No, no. If you really want it, you gotta use your words. Guess you don’t want it that badly-”

He made an attempt to get up, and that was unthinkable. You had him here in front of you, he was close to you, about to give you just what you needed, you spoke up, cutting him off.

“No! I-I’m sorry, please, please, fuck, stay?”

You sounded so in need. It certainly had his attention, he remained on his knees, looking up at you. You kept going. 

“I need it, okay? Need you, I-I can’t focus, can’t do anything! All I’ve been thinking about since last night is this-”

And as you began begging, his hands started to move, slowly starting to remove what was still on below your waist. Your voice wavered but didn’t stop, your heart pounding, you were so excited, you couldn’t mess this up, not now. “Oh, you NEED me, do you?”

Another nod, his fingers brushed over your clothed slit and your hips arched into his touch, another moan accompanied your admission, “Yes! I need it Les, fuck! Please, please, fingers, your tongue-fucking all of it.”

A kiss finally pressed to you through your panties and the moan you let out, my God, talk about wanton and laced with desire. You were shaking by this point, you couldn’t recall a time you wanted something more, he finally decided to slip your panties down and when you felt his bare fingers brush against you?

You sobbed.

Literally.

He made you fucking cry with need, with the sheer weight of the desire he had whipped up inside of you, eyes shut tight, hot tears sliding down your cheeks. A deep shuddering breath that ended in another fucking gasp and a cry of his name as his hands cradling your hips titled you closer and his tongue ran over your aching clit. 

He never thought it would go this well. Actually making you cry with how badly you needed him? An amazing feeling. What power and control he had over you at this moment. What a fun game, it might be his new favourite. 

He let out a moan of his own against you from your taste, he pulled back, and you whimpered, looking down at him, fuck that look in his eye, oh you knew you had him now.

“Desperation tastes so good on you.”

And mercifully he leaned in again, this time he didn’t stop. You still didn’t take the chance and practically begged him the entire time, but all that did was fuel him. Your cries of ‘please’ and of his name and curse after curse filled the open space in the barn. Of course, one wasn’t enough.

I mean, what is an edge, really? Getting almost impossibly close to the promise of an orgasm and denying it, and let’s just say he made a lot of promises he had every intention of making good on. 

And much later, when you were picking hay off of your sweat slick legs, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was your new favourite game too. You couldn’t help it as you had the thought later that night back at home.

“How would he react to being on the receiving end?”

[hazbean-hotel-imagines]

Hi! I’m here for a matchup!

I’m a bi girl who loves science, art, music, antiques, and animals! I am very outgoing and like to express my love through both actions and words, and I like partners that take romance slow. I like people who are both smart and caring, and I want someone who likes parallel play and spending time together doing even the most mundane chores. I’m a pretty patient person and I want someone who will appreciate me! And of course, I like cuddles and walks together, I like sappy romantic stuff 😅 Thank you and happy holidays!

Matchup

I pair you with…

~ Hope you have a happy holidays as well! Stay safe and warm!! :)

~ Okay! So Alastor is the definition of slow burn. I feel like putting a name on the type of relationships he has is low priority. Once he begins to gain feelings, it's slow and gradual, and even once he recognizes them he doesn't define them with words. He'll continue with whatever dynamic you two have and develop, completely content without ever actually explicitly stating it's romantic. It's the type of relationship that's obviously romantic, but he doesn't feel the need to label it, so he leaves that to you if it's something important to you and is welcome to accept whatever label you see fit.

~ Shares your interest in art, music, and antiques. Would love sharing things that are central to his time period when alive.

~ A favourite date of Alastor's would definitely be seeing musicals or live theatres. Would love seeing movies, but prefers seeing things live as opposed to on a screen.

~ Since Alastor died in the 1930s, he has a different approach to dating. Not much PDA, and affection is more often received in private.

~ Alastor's very big on expressing his love through actions as opposed to words or explicit acts or romance. Love language is definitely acts of service. Alastor remembers things you've told him only once, makes efforts to understand things you like, and will get things for you that you've mentioned or just remind him or you.

~ Overall, he's slow, old school, and a sappy romantic.

I pair you with…

~ Vaggie is someone who is very slow trusting. She would be the ultimate slow burn, but once she’s fallen for someone it’s kinda the trope person a fell first but person b fell harder? Totally feeling that here.

~ I can see Vaggie as someone who's really happy about the mundane. Doing chores, cooking side by side, even getting groceries. She's just content to be spending time with them, and doesn't mind what it is.

~ On that note, definitely a big fan of parallel play. Vaggie is big on peaceful coexistence, love language is a mix of quality time and words of affirmation.

~ I feel like your patience would be super compatible with her. Vaggie pairs well with someone who keeps a level head because of her short temper. She's often reactive and defensive, but I'd imagine you keep her grounded.

~ Sappy when it comes to romantic gestures. Loves cuddles and walks, and especially really intimate or mundane dates. Dates at home are her favourite. Would definitely surprise you with a candle lit home made dinner after a long day.

I pair you with…

~ Side note: I was going to include Stolas in this lineup, I feel like you’re really compatible, but I chose to slide him into the additional pairing instead of Husk because you preferred Hazbin. If you’d like me to pick up your matchup again and write you a pairing for Stolas as well I’d be more than happy once matchups are reopened! :)

~ I’m a sucker for introvert and extrovert tropes. You being outgoing and really open about your love for him is a really cool contrast with his laid back, often introverted approach to things.

~ It’s also kind of like the sunshine and grump trope?

~ I spoke about it in this post a long time back, but his canon dialogue style makes me go back and forth with the grump trope for Husk. Can totally see it, but he uses every dialogue to express an emotion. While he’s a grump, I can see him in a relationship being sappy and genuinely saying loving things to his partner, even if he’s a man of few words.

~ Seems like Husk is the grump to your sunshine to outsiders, but you see him more as a friendly giant.

~ On that note, Husk’s love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

~ Husk is similar to Alastor in the sense that he doesn’t need labels to be comfortable with you. Husk would accept whatever label you’d like, but he understands his feelings, and that’s enough. He loves you and everyone knows it, so he wouldn’t rush to put a label on anything himself because he’s already comfortable with your dynamic. However, if you were to label it, he would be open to it.

Additional pairing…

Stolas

[ohmireu]

hi there !! my name’s bear (he/him, 24) and this is my beloved oh mireu (19991002). i’ve not written him in a while, but i missed him a lot and am so excited to be able to write him again. he’s many things, but first and foremost the eldest, tallest, main dancer & main rapper of true north. he’s largely regarded as an ‘ace’, and ‘it boy’ or ‘golden boy’ due to his sparkling reputation and ‘lead boy’-esque looks, alongside seemingly being good at everything (he’s not, but he’s good at making it seem like he is). feel free to have a look at his biography, profile and career pages, and if you’d like to plot please like this post and i’ll hop into your messages. i also have discord available upon request !! you can also find more condensed information about mireu under the cut.  

⸻ TLDR

mireu was born in burlington, vermont. his parents had gone to university in vermont (where they’d met) and had decided to stay and start a family there when they found jobs after graduating. however, when he was seven, his paternal grandfather in busan fell ill and his parents decided to move back home to look after him. from this point on mireu’s life bloomed like a flower in spring. he excelled in school, was well-liked by students and teachers alike, and still kept up with extracurriculars. he began getting called ‘golden boy’ around this time. he was top of his class, class president, took part in acting classes, piano lessons and the school choir, until he was signed by everlast ent. at just fourteen years old. for the next four years he starred in multiple dramas until he decided to head in a more music-focused direction. when his contract expired with everlast, he signed with secret garden and made his debut in true north a year and a half later. since then he starred in multiple dramas and movies, won an award for his acting, been on the cover of multiple magazines and hosted music shows and festivals. 

⸻ UNDER THE SKIN

🐰 mireu is an exceptionally gentle person in all aspects of life. he’s a ‘slow-paced’ person, and he’d usually be described as having a calming aura. he doesn’t like violence, or shouting, and is flexible and persistent in finding ways to deal with conflicts or disagreements. he’s a very loyal, family-oriented person, who will always put his loved ones first and protect them with his life, but is never overbearing in his protectiveness. he knows when to let people have their space, and when they need him to take on a caretaker/protector role, which he leans towards naturally. he’s often seen as a ‘mothering’ type, and given he’s the eldest in his group, this side of him comes out a lot around his members. he’s a tender, loving person, who loves to show how much he cares through cooking for his loved ones, fixing their hair and clothes, waking them up in the mornings and planning outings with them.

🐰 no man is perfect, though, and mireu is a good example of that. he loves lifes luxuries. he loves good clothing, perfumes, spa retreats, skincare, haircare, and going to the theatre. so much so, in fact, that it’s his coping mechanism for when his emotions get the better of him. there have been times in his life when he’s spent so much to try and cheer himself up that he’s spiralled into another problem—having little to no money left. he’s got a pretty good handle on his ‘spending problem’ now, though, and tries to keep a closer eye on his monthly outgoings. this does, however, mean he’s also incredibly generous. giving, to him, bring just as much joy as gaining. he loves to treat his loved ones to nights out, big meals and thoughtful gifts. 

🐰 he can be quite strict about respectfulness and looking good in the eyes of the public, the latter part mainly for himself, but he has been known to stick his nose up at other idols who act poorly to those around them. he’s a believer of being grateful to fans, but never allowing a blur of the line between fan and idol. he finds people not respecting those older than them, or above them in work-related settings very uncomfortable and likely won’t associate with people who don’t at least show a base level of respect. however, he’s not a rigid person, and will always hear someone out if they believe they had a reason for acting a certain way. 

🐰 he is a huge romantic. he loves romance, and love, and affection. he’s been in two long term relationships since he was sixteen, and his last relationship ended two years ago, leading to his first ever big ‘spending problem’. he’s a bit more realistic with romance and dating these days, and isn’t looking to rush into anything given his focus on his career. even so, he can’t help but find the idea of love and dating very alluring, and while he doesn’t intend to date, he’s aware that he has very little self-control when it comes to matters of the heart. he’s a big softy inside, after all.

[monsterintheballroom]

Interview under the cut :-)

Penelope Wilton: ‘I was never a starlet – I wasn’t cast because of a pretty face’

Ahead of her stint in The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Penelope Winton speaks to Fiona Sturges about her 55-year career in the industry

In a career spanning nearly 55 years, Penelope Wilton has cornered the market in quiet disappointment. As Anne Bryce in the popular 80s sitcom Ever Decreasing Circles, her eyeballs were permanently rotating at the childish antics of her on-screen husband Martin, played by Richard Briers, while in the film Clockwise she was the long-suffering spouse of John Cleese’s calamity-prone headmaster. In Alan Bennett’s Talking Heads series, she played a housewife who couldn’t bring herself to tell her husband she didn’t want to move to Marbella.

In her new film, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, she plays another wife bottling up her feelings. Wilton is retiree Maureen, whose husband, Harold (Jim Broadbent), receives a letter from an ex-colleague informing him that she is dying. Overcome with unexplained guilt, Harold pledges to travel on foot from his home in south Devon to Berwick-upon-Tweed in Northumberland (500 miles, give or take), where his friend is in a hospice, leaving Maureen alone at home.  

“First of all, she thinks he’s mad, and then gets very angry, and then very anxious and upset,” says Wilton. “But slowly she starts to recognise how much her marriage means to her, which she hasn’t in the immediate past because this sadness has thrown them apart.” The sadness relates to their late son, David (Earl Cave), who struggled with drug abuse and who, we learn through flashbacks, died years earlier from suicide. Unlike Harold, Wilton’s Maureen isn’t given the catharsis of an epic journey. Instead, her devastation is conveyed through intense bouts of vacuuming and in clipped phone exchanges with Harold. “You never walk,” she tells him, indignantly. “The only time you walk is to the car.”

Wilton and I are talking on the phone: she doesn’t do Zoom and rarely does in-person interviews nowadays. Though she is never less than polite, I sense that, if she had her way, she wouldn’t do interviews at all.

Nonetheless, at 76, she is showing little sign of slowing down, and isstill averaging a movie a year: last year she reprised her role as Isobel Crawley, mother-in-law of Lady Mary, in the second Downton Abbey spin-off film, A New Era, while in 2021 she appeared in Operation Mincemeat as Hester Leggett, formidable head of the MI5 secretarial unit. She still does bits and pieces of TV, most recently appearing in Netflix’s After Life, where she played a widow sharing a graveyard bench with Ricky Gervais’s grief-stricken Tony. Add to that her distinguished career in theatre and it is no wonder that, in 2016, Wilton was made a dame for services to drama.

When I mention her ability to convey deep disappointment with the subtlest of expressions, Wilton bats away the compliment. “If I get a part that requires me to do that, then I’ll do that,” she says. “But it’s also the case that people don’t go around bursting into tears. Most of the time we try to stop the tears coming and we tend to apologise when emotion overtakes us. It’s an English trait. I have to say I don’t have that trait as a person, but a lot of people have grown up learning to hold their emotions in.” She adds that she is pleased to see younger generations being more vocal about their feelings. “It’s great that they’re not holding it all in, as I think that is unhealthy. This silent world that Harold and Maureen live in, it’s very sad.”

Wilton is known for keeping her private life private, often delivering a stock reply to prying interviewers about it being better if audiences don’t know “my inside leg measurement”. What is known is that she has been married twice: first to actor Daniel Massey, with whom she had a daughter before they divorced in 1984 (he went on to marry Wilton’s sister, Linda), and then to Ian Holm, her co-star on The Borrowers, whom she divorced in 2001.

Wilton says she became an actor “because I wasn’t very good at anything else, and I liked stories and storytelling”. Her father, a businessman, had no interest in the performing arts, but her mother, Alice Travers, had been an actor and dancer. Wilton began going to the theatre at 15 and quickly realised she would “prefer to be on the stage than in the audience”.

But it was Ever Decreasing Circles, one of the biggest sitcoms of its era, that made her famous and which, she says, “I enjoyed more than I can say. People still have a soft spot for it, and so do I. Ricky Gervais loved that series and that’s why he cast me in After Life and why he called my character Anne, as a homage.”Ever Decreasing Circles was at its height in the 80s, when industry sexism meant actresses were often faded out after reaching middle age, but Wilton endured. Was that through tenacity on her part, or luck? “It was probably a bit of both,” she replies. “By the time I began doing film and television, I was already [in my thirties]. But before that I was doing theatre, and the parts for women in the theatre were plentiful. But also, I wasn’t ever a starlet. I played real people. I wasn’t cast because of a pretty face.”

Wilton also attributes her longevity to her ability to get on with people (“I can count on one hand the people I’ve really disliked”), and to play close attention to scripts and go “not for the big parts but the smaller and often more interesting ones that might have one or two really good scenes. It’s a good thing to learn, not to think about the size of the role. A smaller role can change a career.” She once told the theatre critic Michael Billington that, when giving masterclasses, she would tell students to do less acting. Watch any number of Wilton’s performances, and it is clear what she means. “I’m not a fan of big acting,” she reflects now. “I have always found you can achieve just as much by showing less and being real.”

[greensparty]

Movie Review: The Holdovers

Alexander Payne is truly the master of combining comedy and tragedy! His first few films Citizen Ruth, Election, and About Schmidt truly announced him with smart comedies that often times challenged the viewer. What really blew me away was his 2004 film Sideways. The comedy about two middle-aged friends in the Wine Country for a week before one gets married was such a LOL funny comedy one minute, sad about their mid-life trajectory the next. But in the end, it was about accepting where you are in life, not where you aren't. I out and out loved it! His next film 2011's The Descendants was a very multi-layered family drama set in Hawaii. I included it in my 10 Best Movies of the 2010s. I liked his 2013 father-son road movie Nebraska, but there was some pushback from audiences. God forbid a director tries to make a black and white slow burn! But I appreciated the ensemble cast and what he was going for. 2017's Downsizing was a misstep for Payne. I was all for him trying something different and stepping into wild Michel Gondry-territory, but the story was a little uneven. Now Payne has made a serious return to form with The Holdovers, which was actually filmed in Massachusetts last Winter, and reunites Payne with Sideways star Paul Giamatti. I got to attend a special IFFBoston Post-Fall Focus screening at Somerville Theatre and Payne himself attended for an intro and Q&A. There was actually a scene that was filmed at the Somerville Theatre and now the finished film was playing there!?!

movie poster

Set in Barton Academy, a private boarding school for boys, in 1970 New England just before Christmas break, Giamatti plays Paul Hunham, an unpopular curmudgeonly teacher. He gets stuck supervising students who are unable to go home for the holidays. Hence the name The Holdovers. Also there during the break is lunch lady Mary (played by Da'Vine Joy Randolph, a scene-stealer from Dolemite Is My Name and the High Fidelity TV series). After all of the other students go away with one of the student's rich father, an unpopular student Angus Tully (played by newcomer Dominic Sessa) is left with Mr. Hunham and the two form an unlikely friendship.

This is easily one of the best movies of the year and one I'm sure is going to become better and better with each viewing during the holiday season. There is a serious early 70s influence, most prominently from Hal Ashby (Payne was among the interviewees in the 2018 documentary Hal about Ashby). But beyond the influences, this truly feels like the kind of movie that would have been released in the early 70s: the look, the feel, the sound, and the way the characters carry themselves. But like all of Payne's films, this balances comedy and tragedy. Without getting into spoilers, there is a sense of loss for these characters that is heightened by being alone during a holiday break. But that connection that is made is truly special. Sessa is a revelation. Payne has a knack for casting newcomers who swing it out of the park and Sessa is going places. Randolph is exceptional as a grieving mother. But it is definitely Giamatti's show. He's been consistently good in countless films since Sideways, but this is a part tailor-made for him. Someone who is highly intelligent, yet so antisocial. Payne isn't known for working with actors more than once, but we can only hope this is the start of more collaborations. All hail Payne!

For info on The Holdovers

4.5 out of 5 stars

Intro and Q&A:

The screening I attended, Payne gave an intro. He noted that this was the first screening on 35mm. After the film, critic Ty Burr (a friend and colleague of mine) moderated a Q&A. Here are some of the takeaways:

Burr and Payne at the Somerville Theatre

Local Crew: He had tons of positive things to say about the Massachusetts based crew that worked on the film. He mentioned of all the films he made outside of the state of Nebraska (i.e. The Descendants in Hawaii and Downsizing in Toronto), this is the one that has stayed in touch the most. In the audience at this screening were a ton of local crew members. You could hear cheering during certain scenes, locales and cast members. Payne mentioned that he didn't know New England, beyond visiting Dartmouth and some Ivy League colleges as a teen.

Somerville Theatre: in addition to being a location, Payne mentioned that they screened some 70s films for the crew in the cinema. He also added that the film had played festivals and had opened in NY and LA but this was the first screening on 35mm.

He talked about what he's been doing since Downsizing. He apparently flirted with directing The Menu and The Burial.

Screenplay: Five years ago he received a TV pilot from David Hemingson that was set in a boarding school in New England. Payne called him and said he didn't want to do the pilot but wanted him to write a screenplay in the same universe. This marked the first time he had directed a screenwriter as opposed to writing with a co-writer or getting a completed screenplay from a writer.

Casting: After not finding the right actor from a casting call, they began searching private boarding schools in Massachusetts. That's how Sessa was cast.

This event was a part of IFFBoston. For more info go here.

[teachablr-moment]

A prime example of terrible AI generation

Prompt:

Describe the "girl in a box" trope and give me an example. When describing the trope, do so like the narrator character from Rocky Horror Picture Show, including the gag where he pulls down visual aids.

Response:

Dramatic, spooky music begins, lights dim slightly

Well, kids, gather 'round and let Uncle Frank tell you all about the most tragically alluring of tropes: the "girl in a box."

Now, I pull this out of my pocket...pulls out a slightly dusty box with a tiny air hole. This, my friends, is symbolic of the literal box, often a literal box of some sort, that our damsel is trapped inside. Now, whispering puts on a fedora she's not actually a damsel, mind you, more a... does a slow backhand sweep with his fedora while winked a "damoiselle," in this case.

You see, this trope is all about mystery. It creates suspense. Why is she in a box? Is she trapped? Is she? ....leans into the mic conspiratorially whispers... *is she dead?

And, the most critical part, leans back dramatically she's, more often than not, dramatic pause, pulls out a brightly colored poster of a cartoon girl with a very wide eyes and a cute outfit ... oh, excuse me! pulls out the poster and almost trips over a box of nails ... she's *very, very pretty.

Points to the poster of the girl

Dramatic, almost maniacal laugh

This creates the ultimate paradox, my dears. A pretty girl, shut away, becomes a symbol of ... what else ... dramatic pause... pulls out a small box of candy, shakes it and looks at it longingly ... *chocolate? * smirks ... no ... throws the box on the table and waves at the poster ...desire.

The music swells as the lights come up

The "girl in the box" is often just the start of a larger, more sinister plot. But that is for another time, my dear.

Winks and struts off stage

And for an example, you can look no further than that delightful movie, Buried Alive. winks and exits

A loud thud is heard as the lights go out.

One light flickers on in the audience a very nervous looking man in a t-shirt and jeans is looking around furtively the man quickly gets up and runs out of the theatre, while muttering to himself, "I thought it was a comedy..."

[studyblrbymaya]

study tip #2: discipline is more powerful (and important) than motivation.

in our lives, we often encounter people who always have a flame. this flame is never extinguished, it is consistently burning at the same, insanely bright, intensity, no matter what is going on. that flame represents progress.

a common misconception is that people with that flame are always equally motivated, that their flame is kept consistently bright only because their motivation is consistent. that’s a lie!!! 

what that flame is actually fed by is not motivation, it is discipline. i’m of the view that motivation is volatile. it is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to be motivated 24/7. you simply cannot wake up every morning with crystal clear visions of yourself sitting in a lecture theatre and studying the subject that you love, you simply cannot sit in class and be absolutely motivated 100% of the time. if motivation fed the flame, it would not be consistent: on days where you get a rubbish test score back, that flame would probably have been extinguished, because it would be so hard to see yourself succeeding if you haven’t done so well and you would, very naturally, feel demotivated. if you’re absolutely hating studying a certain topic, chances are you’ll feel defeated and demotivated and again, that flame will flicker. 

but when discipline feeds the flame, when you wake up every single morning and by instinct and habit you pick up your vocabulary list and study it because you’ve been doing it for a ridiculously long time, the flame remains consistent. you keep making progress. slow and steady maybe, but progress. on the days where it’s cold and miserable outside, your day’s been long, and you just want to be curled up in bed with a teddy bear, a good movie, and some hot chocolate but when you’re disciplined enough to write an essay plan or read an article from a scientific journal, the flame remains bright. you keep making progress. doing nothing when you should be doing something will not be helping you make progress: the flame will die off. you may not want to do something, you may hate the very idea of it, but you might do it because you practically go on autopilot and do it because you know it will benefit you in the long run. that is discipline, and if you have the strength to always keep it up, if you’re genuinely passionate about what you’re doing, you’ll make that progress. motivation will always vary, but if you’re disciplined enough to keep consistent, to keep that flame going because you feel passionate about making progress, it will pay off.

i’m tired as hell today after exploring a new city and walking up and down its thousands and thousands of hills so i don’t know if any of this makes sense or if there are spelling errors or if i’ve even got my point across... but hey, this is something. 

[en-hale]

Enha Hyungs Enjoying Public Sex @ Hybe ♡‧₊˚

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 8

pairing ≕ Hyung!enha x gn!reader

warning ≕ 18+/smut. Read at your own discretion !

author's note ≕ I really wanted to do public sex with hyungs, but I didn't want to be traditional and do like car or beach or movie theatre, so I was like, "Why not headcanon where they'd fuck in the Hybe building". Enjoy! Tune in tomorrow for day 9 at 10pm CST!

© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission)

──•°.-ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ-.°•──

𐂂 Heeseung ≕ He wasn't expecting to be as horny as he was in the middle of a busy day at work, but there he was with a huge ass boner in his pants. He has two ways to get rid of this -- take a cold shower, or fuck in the bathroom as the others practice. Which do you think he took? He grabs you by the hand and makes an excuse that he needed your help with something, but you're surprised to be led to the bathroom. You're stunned as he pushed you into a stall and kissed you violently. Your clothes are ripped off in minutes and he has you pinned against the door. With one hand, he slips it around your mouth to stay quiet and the other to grasp your hips and plow into you from the back. You try your hardest not to let the sounds out, but it's hard. It's even harder when you hear someone walk in. He slows as to keep the sound of skin slapping as low as he can until the person leaves and it's pack to the thrusting as hard as he can. You both endure a mutual orgasm and you're exhausted by the end, wondering how he'd be able to go back out there and dance for the next few hours knowing he's just fucked the shit out of you.

𓊿 Jay ≕ He called you to meet him in the studio on the fourth floor and you agree. You hadn't seen him all day and you were quite eager to get there as soon as possible, but you're taken aback by the sound of groaning and the faint moans of a woman coming from the computer. You open the door and there Jay is, as laidback as possible with his dick out, jerking it as fast as he could to what you thought was porn but it was actually a video of you that you sent him on a horny rendezvous. He smirks at you and your stomach flips times a million. He grabs your arm from where you were standing and closed the door with his foot. He plants you on his lap and forced your hand around his cock to take over his duties. You heard voices pass by and you were scared as fuck, but the fact that he was watching your video and looking so fucking sexy at the same time, you couldn't find the courage to care. But you do quietly take your pants off to sit right on his perfect cock. The sounds in the room are both of yours' hot breathing and groans, including the so often squeak of the chair. His grip on your ass tightens as he released into you with a loud mewl. You shush him and place your hand over his wet lips. Seconds later, you match him over the edge and you sit in each other's pleasure.

ꈊ  Jake ≕ You and Jake were both busy doing work in the very open, very in-view workroom close to the escalators. At any moment, could someone come up and see you both, but he didn't care. You try to look as calm as possible, even when his fingers found themselves in between your legs taunting at your aching need. He smirked. He knew you wanted him, and wanted him bad. someone passed by and instead of stopping he goes at you harder, you take a deep shaky breath and thank god the person didn't notice. A few more moments pass by and his hand travels inside your shorts to feel your wetness. You let go of your held breath and release yourself onto his hand. He chuckles. You wanted to be mad at him, but more than that, you wanted his dick in your mouth. So you gesture for him to meet you under the table, and try your best to cover yourselves with the jackets you both brought. Your next step was taking his pants off and sucking and swallowing him done as best as you could. He was on watch duty to make sure nobody was coming, and good thing they weren't cause his moans would give you both away fast. He pushed your head down until your lips touched his base and you gagged as his seed squirted into your throat. You wipe the rest of him into a napkin and you both arise and try to act as normal as possible.

𖠪 Sunghoon ≕ You walk into the practice room that Sunghoon had begged you to join him in, and find that the lights are off and it's pitch black. You call out his name, and he answers back. You walked into the darkness until you can make out his silhouette and draw closer to him. You ask why the lights are off and he just shushes you. He takes your lips in a very tender kiss, so tender that you chuckle against his lips. He's shocked at your reaction and goes in to kiss you again, but this time he uses more tongue than you were expecting. And of course, because of it, an unexpected moan released from your lips. This time, he's the one chuckling. He has you walking backward until you hit the bar close to the mirror. He slips his hand under your shirt, and in seconds it's off. You ask him what happened to the dancing and he says he has another exercise in mind (he's so fucking dirty). A few moments later and you're both naked standing in the practice room that at any moment someone could walk into. You hoped that the fact that it was nighttime would keep anyone from coming in. Even though the cold floors aren't the most comfortable place to have sex, you still place yourself on all fours and push your ass out as he rams into you. Your sounds echo into the room, and at one point you want to giggle at how crazy this was, but he felt so good that you could only whimper and moan. A flash of light catches your attention and you think it's someone that had walked in, but it's Sunghoon filming you through the mirror of the dance room. You're shy, but for some reason, knowing you were on film made you want to look productive, so you bounce yourself against him and arch as best as you can. He takes one large groan and you feel his liquid leak out of you. You follow close behind. When you're both able to catch your breath, he shows you the video, and you admire his body as he does the same to yours.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ◉ ⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

🌿ISTJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun, Saggitarius Moon, Scorpio Rising

SFW

・He likes to do the housework because he wants you to have a clean house to come home to. It also reminds him that he isn’t alone and not doing it just for himself. 

・Frank is really good at cooking (not so much baking, he always burns the cake). He does a really good lasagne!

・Only birthdays he goes absolutely out - wanting you to have THE best day. Breakfast in bed, and the day is reserved for you and you alone. Whatever you want to do; but if you can’t make up your mind, he’ll come up with really good ideas. 

・Some of those ideas are like ... lunch but on a rooftop overlooking the city. Going to the beach, buying big ol’ pizzas and going to the movie theatre. 

・Will ALWAYS protect you - no matter what, you know Frank will be there. If you’re ever in trouble, he will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you’re safe. 

・And he would definitely risk his life for yours

・But he hates it when you jump into action; it’s like his second chance of a good life could be ruined.

・He loves 60s songs, and he’ll sing the Beatles to you often

・He’s more of a night owl than a morning person. He’ll groan and grunt that for 5 more minutes 

・Oh and in winter he adores hot water bottles, it may be a small thing, but the first time you made one up for him - he couldn’t sigh loud enough. 

・He’s a very good hugger - like hugging a bear 

・Always gives money to people on the streets

・And usually strikes up a conversation at the checkout. He’s held up many lines.  

・He loves animals. Expect 3 dogs, a few cats (he is the perfect gentleman, knowing boundaries and consent, so of course he would like cats. Frank is like the literal embodiment of the female gaze.) Also birds ... okay so probably just heaps of strays. 

・I can actually see you living in the country with him. A cottage with you, the animals, some chickens, a cow, a goat and the natural world. 

・He would feel at peace. Because Frank needs peace. 

・All the mundane things that regular couples do ... it invigorates him. He’s so happy that he has a partner. someone that he can pour his love into

・He loves slow dancing with you. Frank holds you close, swaying back and forth, humming along with the song in your ear. 

・Frank will gaze at you a lot. It’s like looking at a god/goddess. You’re his world. His second chance. His life. 

・He always makes sure you’re tank is full, tires are pumped, checks your engine, and fixes any problems. 

・Frank is such a handyman as well - he’s the one getting rid of spiders (never killing them, but letting them go outside.)

・Changes lightbulbs, if there’s a leak he’s on it. But I think he would teach you how to do things as well. He doesn’t want you to solely rely on him (although he wouldn’t mind it)

・I think you would be great friends with Karen as well. She loves that Frank has someone - and no she wouldn’t be jealous. She would be a confidant for you and him. 

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・Frank is one big goddamn dom. He has a lot of passion and vigor. He would push you up against a wall and 

・He shows you how much he loves you through sex

・Breeding kink 

・Size kink (I think Frank is very well endowed)

・He likes foreplay, but it’s very hard for him not to rip off your clothes and bury his cock inside you

・He would definitely be a fan of cock warming as well. You two would be lying on the bed or couch and he’ll move your panties aside and push himself inside you

・Likes the sounds you make when you cum. He’s very loud when he orgasms too

・He’s a mix between slow & sensual and rough & fast. He wants to savor you but he can’t help but be tender. 

・Slow, passionate kisses that leave you weak in the knees

・He loves to push you up against a wall and put his hands underneath your shirt

・When you bite his earlobe, he goes crazy. It’s like a button - bite and you’ll be ravished.

・He’s very good at aftercare, very loving and gentle. Although he’s a gruff man, he likes to show how much he cares for you. 

[chiefdirector]

Hi!

Could u please write a fluff alphabet for Ikaris, with a human s/o? Or with the one u used for Druig

Thank u for your time! Hope u are doing well :)

Ikaris A-Z fluff alphabet w/ Human s/o

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

The biggest argument would be about your mortality and how you should be more careful in a world with aliens, wizards, heroes and villains. This would be especially bad if you were one of the vanished in the blip.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Him - Your humanity. It is what sets you two apart so it is what he cares for most, it is something he can't have so he admires it in you.

You- His strength. Not everyone can say they have a superhero S/O so you enjoy it thoroughly

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Selfies on Instagram. You'd have to force him to learn initially but once he gets the hang of it, every aspect is on Instagram (just don't introduce him to food photos, he would most certainly love food photos, idk why but he would.)

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

Very romanitc, especially in the early stage of your relationship. Candle lit dinners, walks in the parks, slow dancing under the stars. Once your relationship develops more, these romantic dates still happen, but in between dates to the arcades and movie theatres.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Awkward, you wouldn't know about him being and Eternal at this stage and he would know he would outlive you, so guiding the relationship up would've been hard.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

You're not. He hasn't spoken to his fellow Eternals in a while and he honestly doesn't care too much about your friends. He cares about you enough to attend these functions but you don't make him, knowing how much he doesn't want to be there.

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Ikairs isn't the gift giving type, if he does it'll be a single flower he found which reminds him of you or something of the like. Pretty rocks are a common gift.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

Common known fact: Ikaris gives the best hugs ever. There warm, and inviting and safe. 100% best hugs in the multiverse.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

I don't think there would be any specific inside jokes.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

100%. Ikaris is a jealous boy. Will fight to the death if anyone tries to touch you or propose themselves on you. You are his and everyone will know this. Might lead to super hot jealousy sex if he is super annoyed.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

It goes either way, he ignites some but so do you. But it doesn't matter who initiates them, they are full of love and passion.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

It would be around six-eight months into the relationship. He says it, thinking that you're asleep but you heard and said it back.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Movie date nights happen fortnightly. Just cuddled up on a sofa with a blanket or two, not really watching the film but enjoying each others presence.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

You see each others names. Nicknames aren't it for Ikaris.

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

He doesn't know, he just slowly fell more and more in love with you. He would deny it. You're mortal, you're a means to an end he can't love you. But he does and its a love that consumes him

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Anything, I don't see Ikaris being a picky eater so you get to choose the menu more often than not. If he does pick, its 100% some ancient food you haven't heard of.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

When the mission the Eternals were set is coming to fruition, he ends things, knowing that the end is coming. He doesn't say why, he just disappears one day, leaving you alone.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

He makes food. The house smells like it has been blessed by the best chefs on earth with all the food he makes. And all of it is the best food you've ever had.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

The way you look at him. When you are destined to live forever, you become resigned to the fact that human emotions may not be for you so to have you look at him like he hung the stars warms him deeply.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

He texts when he isn't with you, otherwise the phone is off and in a draw somewhere and he expects the same treatment from you.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Singing in the shower - this surprised him, especially if you can't sing well. Either way he finds its adorable.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Ikaris is a very proud man, so mostly everything about himself is something to praise but for you, he is proud of everything you achieve, how could he not? You're perfect to him.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

No, I don't think he would marry a human, especially since he is already married to Sersi.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

You're mortality, it is one of his biggest fears: you dying. He hates you have a limited time as he wants forever.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

Except form instagram, I don't see him using the internet very often.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

You have a cat together. Its a little orange tabby cat you called Achilles. (mainly because of the way Ikaris looks at the cat. The cat is Ikaris' Achilles heel. 100%)

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36 Questions to Fall in Love

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

warnings: strangers to lovers, blind dates, betting, talks of: drug use, drug addiction, abusive marriages, rape, sexual assault, abuse, attempted murder, mass shootings, parental death, love confessions, elopements, opposite of slow burn

word count: 8K

A/N: this is based on a request I received a while back about this article

Derek was a betting man, to say the least. He knew Spencer was from Vegas, he also knew Emily couldn’t say no to a challenge and that Rossi had enough money to burn. Betting at work was the best way to have fun when he worked there, and now he can’t stop.

“I’m not saying con a woman into loving you, I’m saying let us find a girl and let’s see if she can fall in love with you, take a week off from work and just spend time wooing her, and in a week, me or Emily will hit on her, if she turns us down for you, then you’ve won.”

Derek explained it like it was simple, and yet the mere thought of being set up with someone was horrifyingly nerve-wracking. But he got Spencer to agree… unbeknown to him that he had another bet going on the side.

You see earlier that day he was invited to Penelope’s apartment, her younger sister was moving in for a little while and they needed a big strong man to help move the boxes. And like Penelope, Y/N was really chatty and overly friendly really fast. It was like he’s always known Y/N Garcia.

She explained to Derek how hard it was in California to find good men who want someone to love them, she’s tired of guys thinking she comes on too fast, she wants someone who wants to settle and have kids and be a dad. Not a Vain narcissist who only cares about what the city can offer him.

“The last guy I went on a date with literally ran when I mentioned I read a New York Times article about 36 questions to make you fall in love… I just want a person to love? Is that really so hard?”

A lightbulb goes off in Derek’s mind, and Penelope almost reads it.

“Spencer.” They both reply with the same cheeky grin.

“I bet you, you could be as insane as you say you are and he’d still be in love with you by the end of the week.” Derek teases, and the way she smiles shows just how interested she is.

—

Woo her.

The words have rattled around in his brain every second of every moment since Derek said he found a girl for him.

She was free on Saturday, all Spencer had to do was tell Derek where she should meet him and all Penelope had to do was not mention to Spencer that she had a sister, it was up to Y/N when Spencer learned that fact.

She’s already there at the restaurant when he arrives, he’s not sure what he was expecting when Derek said he found the perfect girl but it wasn’t this. He was thinking it was going to be a joke, that either no one would show or Derek was hooking him up with some hot blonde who was way out of his league.

She was beautiful in a nice dress, her makeup was stunning and she looked so content sitting there, waiting for him. Starring her ice water with a straw, she wasn’t paying any attention to the room, she barely knew he was there.

“Hi?” He said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi,” she beamed up at him, that same unsure look on her face. Neither of them was expecting anything from the other, but they were pleasantly surprised.

“Spencer Reid,” he says, actually extending a hand to shake her’s because it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

She reaches out her hand, watching him take it and kiss her knuckle softly, she’s so surprised. “Oh, um, Y/N Garcia,” she whispers the name and his eyes go wide.

“Garcia?” He panics a little, sitting down in the booth and facing her as her face drops at his reaction.

“Did he not tell you I’m Penelope’s sister? I knew Derek was up to something,” she looked like it was all too good to be true, upset almost.

“He didn’t, he probably wanted you to tell me, I mean this all so we can get to know each other,” Spencer shrugs it off, interested in seeing why Derek picked her of all people.

“I guess,” she smiled again, “so what do you do?”

“I work with Penelope, I specialize more in psycho-linguistics and geographical profiling.”

She nods in approval, “I’m a high school English teacher.”

Spencer laughs lightly, “what’s that like?”

“Interesting to say the least, especially in California. Every kid there wants to be on TikTok, no one cares about reading any of the books I ask them too,” she just shakes her head. “I’m worried about the next generation.”

“Me too, it’s almost alarming how many kids are unsubs,” he agrees. She’s so easy to talk to, he’s suddenly not nervous anymore and the waiter is coming to take their order.

He never even opened the menu, “what looks good?” He asks Y/N, nervous and she can tell.

“I think I’m going to have the lobster, let’s go all out?” She shrugged again, both of them feeling more adventurous than normal.

“I’ll have that as well,” Spencer smiled, keeping eye contact with only her as she handed the menus back to him.

They ordered sides and appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and fresh bread, it was amazing. They traded small facts about each other, Spencer noticed a lot of Penelope’s quirks in her, she was very friendly and kind and funny. She loved to tease him and make him laugh, his stomach hurt by the time their lobsters came out.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, putting on her bib and holding the claw cracker in one hand.

“Neither have I, but I think it’s fairly simple you just need to apply the correct amount of pressure,” he demonstrates by picking up the crustacean and cracking it at its weakest point before twisting it open.

He’s surprised he did it, so is she as she copies is movements and struggles a bit. “You got it, come on,” he encourages her as she squeezed so hard her hands shake but the shell does eventually crack.

She smiles like she just won the science fair, overly proud as they stare at each other. Enamoured already by just how cute the other was.

“So, what do you do for fun outside being a fed?” She teases between bites.

“I like to spend my time finding new things, I tend to go to the same spots often but I’m always looking for new places. I like the theatre, the old cemetery is nice, I’m excited for the new phantasmagoria to open this fall,” he explains all his interests as he cracks away at his dinner. “I just like to try and appreciate what’s out there, after everything I see.”

“That’s really nice, I’ve always wanted to go to a phantasmagoria actually, science magic is the best kind of magic,” she says it like it’s nothing, almost embarrassed by the interest.

“Me too, I love magic,” Spencer lights up, “I can actually do some magic, hold on.”

He digs his NA chip out of his pocket, showing it to her quickly before making it disappear and reappear behind her ear and she was so smitten, “how the heck?” She asked as she reached for her own ear, shocked at the fact he could do it.

“Do you always keep a coin on you for that?”

He thinks about it for a second, not knowing if he should tell her or not. “No, I keep this on me for support.”

He places it on the table, she picks it up instead and inspects it carefully, “2 years is a really long time, I’m really proud of you.”

He feels like he falls in love with her in that moment, she places the chip back in his hand and smiles, “it’s not easy to admit nor recover from, it’s something you should be really proud of Spencer.”

“Thank you,” he blushes, “um, is there anything else you want to know about me?”

She bites the inside of her lip as she thinks, “actually I was reading an article the other day that said there are a list of personal questions you can ask someone and by the end of all of them you should be in love with the person.”

He thought it was a good opportunity to take a sip of water, upon hearing the word love he realizes it was a mistake. He chokes lightly, coughing as he puts the glass back down and apologizes.

“Love?” He repeats the word.

“I’m going to be real honest here Spencer, I don’t date to get my heartbroken, I date to find my life partner so if you’re not interested in marriage or kids one day tell me now,” she’s very stern about it and he can tell she’s gotten her hopes up and heart broken before.

“I want that too, I just didn’t expect you to be so upfront about it,” he’s honest, because clearly that’s what she wants from him. “What was on the question list?”

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She asks, remembering the questions easily.

“Wow,” he takes a moment to think about it, “alive or dead?”

“Sure, why not,” she shrugs.

“Probably biological Eve,” he comes to the decision rather quickly. “I’ve always been fascinated with the fact all humans can be traced back to one single women. I’m sure she was amazing, it must have been so interesting being the first women on earth.”

“That is the coolest answer anyone has ever given me,” she smiles, “I think I’d be boring and have dinner with Julia Roberts.”

“She’s a very talented actress,” he smiles, recognizing the name from Penelope’s movie nights. “Um, I have an eidetic memory, do you have the list I can just read it once and then we can spit it back and forth easily.”

She looks at him with wide eyes and a growing smile, “yeah hold on.” She takes out her cellphone and pulls up the article before handing it to him.

He reads it quickly and then hands it right back, she was amazed, surely it was a joke? “Would I like to be famous?” He repeats the next question to himself.

“No,” he’s very certain. “I’ve had some encounters with psychopaths who think they are my biggest fans, perfect match or my only rival, and it’s not fun. I’m sure being adored is lovely, but I don’t like the attention if it’s not from a good place.”

“So you want praise but you don’t want a stalker?” She dumbs it down slightly with a smile, “I definitely don’t want to be famous because I don’t like other peoples opinions about me.”

“That’s incredibly fair.”

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?” She asks the next one.

“If it’s for work or my mother, yes,” he answers it completely honestly. “I prefer not to make phone calls, so when I have to make them I typically spend the day before panicking.”

She smiles, “well, if you ever need someone to call tech support and pretend to be you, I am really good on the phone.”

“Like Penelope?”

She nods, “we spent a lot of time talking on the phone when she moved to Virginia for your team.”

“That must have been really hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned you yet?”

“I’m not really her sister,” she smiles, “I wish I was. I met her during a really abusive relationship and I didn’t feel close to my parents anymore, so my old name didn’t feel right either. Penelope and her brothers were the closest thing I had to family, so I took their name after my divorce.”

“That’s beautiful,” his smile is so soft, she wonders if he feels the same about Penelope.

“What do you consider a perfect day?” She moves on before she can pry into his personal life further, just to pry into his personal life further— in another direction.

“Nobody dies.”

“Even the bad guys?” She squints as she asks it, wondering if that was an appropriate topic for the first date.

“I’m not a fan of the prison system, and I’m really not a very big fan of suicide by cop, let alone lethal injection,” he explained. “Just because you’re a murderer or a psychopath doesn’t mean you have to die too, there is rehabilitation and a way to keep them sane and alive while keeping people safe. I just hate when people die.”

“Me too,” her smile is sad, “my perfect day would be having my parents back, I’d like to show them my degree and go out for ice cream and give them another hug.”

“We should have our perfect days back to back,” his voice is low, he was nervous to say it. “Cause then once you bring them back, I stop people from dying and they can stay forever.”

He sees her heartbreak as the tears well in her eyes, “that would be nice.”

“Um,” he clears his throat and then takes a sip of water. “When was the last time you sang to yourself, or someone else?”

“I was singing in the car on the way here,” she smiles with a sniffle, “I sing a lot actually. I’m always humming or tapping as well, if my mind is wandering then it has to make some kind of noise.”

“What is your favourite thing to hum?” He can’t stop himself from asking it, “I personally do the muppets, duh duh nanana, manamanah.”

She laughs again, and a tear slips out as her eyes close. She hurries to wipe it away, “I often find myself doing the teletubbies song, you know; ‘Tinky-Winky, Dipsy,’” she sings the words before humming the tune to match.

“That’s a good one too,” Spencer is really enthusiastic suddenly, the way he would be with Penelope. He was really comfortable. “If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

“Mind, because that’s how you keep a good body. If I can keep the strength and willpower to get up in the mornings and go to work and remember why I love being alive, I’ll be young forever,” she answers like it’s rehearsed.

“I was going to say I’d want my mind too, but the way you said it is a lot more elegant,” he teases. “My mom has Alzheimer's, you were honest about wanting kids and you should know that's genetic. I can also pass on schizophrenia and any other mental illness, like depression, bipolar disorder and most definitely anxiety—

“Spencer,” she reaches across the table for his hand, “breathe, that’s not scary to me. My grandma had it too, I’m not optimal gene-wise either.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sorry.”

“It makes you real to react like that, I don’t mind seeing that side of you. Fake strong men and men who compensate are the worst, in my opinion.”

“Mine too,” he agrees. “I am an anxious worrier, I barely sleep, I’m terrified of the dark, I have PTSD nightmares about my short stay in prison, and I cry a lot when I’m alone.”

“It was a mistake clearly? The prison stay, that is.”

“Yeah,” he nods, moving to the next question. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

She laughs through her nose at the switch topic change, “well until I was 19 I thought my husband was going to kill me, then I thought maybe it would be myself, now I’m content dying in my sleep when I'm old.”

“It is ever-changing,” he agrees. “I have died before.”

“What did it feel like?”

She doesn’t ask how, she knows he was sober, she knows he’s been to prison, she knows he’s an agent. It wasn’t a surprise. Penelope even almost died once before, it was an unfortunate part of the job.

“Warm.”

“Like soothing warm, like drinking a hot chocolate, or that uncomfortable warm like being in a hot car?”

“Like a hug.”

Her lips purse, she hums a bit. “Yeah, my answer stays the same.”

“Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

“You like to learn,” she smiles again. “You enjoy the mysteries and the horribleness of the world because it keeps you grounded. You love your mom.”

“We love Penelope, our hearts have similar scars, life has been mean to us for no reason,” he adds 3 more for good measure.

“What are you grateful for in life?” She asks the next question.

“I’ve never said this before,” he prefaces, “but found family. If it wasn’t for my team, no matter who was coming and going over the years, anyone who has had my back. Anyone who loves me in any capacity. That’s what I’m grateful for.”

“We’re not even through the first set of questions and I can see why everyone loves you,” she admits. Moving far too fast, doing exactly what Derek wanted from her.

To scare him and see if he still stays.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Spencer stops the questions, “I can’t continue if I can’t tell you this.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Derek and Emily bet me $20 that I couldn’t get someone to fall in love with me, he wanted to set this up and then hit on you in a week and see if you picked me over him, and it feels like a really shitty thing to do to you. It’s making me feel like you’re an object more than a person and I feel really bad about it.”

She just laughs and he has no idea why. “He bet me that I could be as insane as I am with most of my dates and you’d still want to stay with me after a week.”

“You’re not mad?” He worries, by passing her words and the implications of it all.

“No, did you truly mean how you feel?”

“Yes…”

“Then I accept your apology, you’re really kind Spencer. I believe you when you speak, I trust you,” she explains her reasoning and he settles once more. “You’re the most real man I’ve ever met, I think.”

“Thank you,” he smiles again, reaching out for her hand once more, “do you want to finish these questions?”

“Not really,” she smirks, “I think they were wrong about all 35 of them making you fall in love with someone.”

“How so?”

“It only took me 9.”

It’s so absurd they start to laugh, making eye contact, they feel delirious. His hand in hers, she squeezes it lightly and he never wants to let it go.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure, did you drive?” She asks.

“No, I walked over.”

She gets up from the table and takes his hand once more, “well, are we going to mine or yours?”

“Are you living with Penelope?”

“Yours it is then,” she teases, bumping his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

Spencer pays for their meal and meets her out front, he gets in her passenger seat and gives her the directions. “Do you want to finish the questions on the drive?” He asks.

“Hmm, well, 11 is a long one, if you want to start telling me your life story in graphic detail? Or we can jump to 12 and you can tell me what super ability you’d like to wake up with?”

“Have you ever watched star trek?”

She’s not expecting that, it makes her take a double-take, she laughs lightly, “Yeah, why?”

“Deanna Troi can sense peoples emotions, I think that would really help with my job,” he explains it easily. “And in times like this.”

“I can just tell you,” she offers, pulling into his apartment complex, she can tell why he walked.

“You don’t have to yet, let it simmer,” he smiles softly, he’s not ready for her to make a decision like loving him when she really doesn’t know everything yet. “Come inside?”

She nods, getting out and taking his hand again for the walk inside. His house is green, and it makes sense. There are door wooden bookshelves and the distant smell of old books and spilled coffee, it’s dusty and old and very Spencer.

“Can I tell you some of my story?” She asks as she kicks her shoes off.

“Absolutely,” he follows her lead, “do you want anything, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice,” she smiles, following him to the kitchen, “you know my favourite place to talk to someone is in the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“It's the heart of the house,” she smiles slightly, “that's what my mom used to say. This is where all the love happens.”

He loves her and he knows it already, she makes him happy and calm and if she’s in the heart of his house she might as well know all of his own heart.

“I was born in Vegas,” Spencer admits, pushing his life story past his lips before she can stop him or else he wouldn’t.

“My mom was a professor, my dad is an attorney, I have always been really smart and not so athletic, I enjoy chess and reading and I had big thick glasses as a child. My mom participated in a murder and my dad covered it up and that ruined their marriage but they blamed it on her schizophrenia when he left. And then I was left to raise her when she was supposed to be raising me. I cared for her until I turned 13, I left her during the weeks and my aunt would make sure she was okay and I would travel back and forth from CalTech and Vegas on the weekends.”

She can see the exhaustion on his face at just remembering it.

“I got my licence at 16, and then I took her car and it was easier. When I was 18 I put her in a sanatarium and sold her house and took a road trip with my friend to Virginia to go to the academy. He didn’t like it after a week and asked me to go with him to New Orleans and I didn’t— I met my mentor and joined the BAU instead. I was kidnapped and drugged by a man with DID… I died and then his personality switched and Tobias brought me back. I had an addiction to Dilaudid for a few months after, then I got sober after visiting Ethan in New Orleans.”

“Was he good to you?”

“Wonderful,” he smiles, “he was my shoulder to cry on for a long time and I didn’t realize how much I needed him in my recovery until we got a case and I had a reason to see him. I missed a plane and ignored my friends to just be with him. He’s the reason I got clean, not anything else… he told me that I was too special to hate myself, and he was right.”

“He was,” she smiles. “He sounds lovely.”

“And then, the first time I saw my mom after putting her in the sanatarium was because she told parts of our case to a man who lost his daughter, and he did a lot of messed up stuff… like he shot my co-worker. She was another special person to me—“

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiles, “she lived, don’t worry. I loved Elle, she was amazing but the bureau didn’t see that. She was a broken toy to them, we all become one eventually. I miss her a lot.”

She walks into his space and wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug as he rests against the counter, she makes no attempt to move back. Holding him in the heart of the house, close to her own. He holds her back just as tight.

“Maeve, she was another person I loved who got shot, she died. I see her sometimes when I sleep, she visits me when I’m in the most need. I’ll always love her, but she’s gone. The only other woman who claims to have loved me was a psychopath who is dead now too, she framed me for murder, had me drugged, kidnapped my mother and the list goes on and it’s not pretty. In prison she had a lot of bad things happen to me, I have scars that will never heal and a part of me was lost but I’m okay now.”

They have a moment of silence in the middle of their stories, she absorbs it while preparing her own, rubbing his back as her cheek stays pressed to his chest.

“I was born in California, my parents were high school sweethearts, they made me at prom. Learned that from the scrapbooks,” she laughs against his chest, “they were great and then they died when I was 14, it was a mass shooting at a mall, and I went to a foster home. I married the oldest son in the home after he groomed me for a few years… I met Penelope when I was 20 and she helped me get divorced and back on my feet and her brothers protected me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry you relate to loss.”

“It's the one thing that unites us all, really,” Spencer’s voice is barely a whisper. “When you think about it, we’re all born and we all die, the only difference is how we fill the middle.”

They never get to that bottle of wine he mentioned, she pulls back and asks the next question as she drags him to his bedroom. “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“If I get to have kids.”

She drags him into the room and closes the door, “that was going to be my answer.”

“Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?” He asks as she starts to take her clothes off.

“Sleep beside the love of my life.”

“I’ve never woken up beside the love of my life,” he replies with a soft smile and follows suit, getting undressed down to their underwear before climbing in bed.

“Greatest accomplishment?” She asks as they settle in, laying her cheek on his chest once more.

He takes a moment to think of everything he’s done that has been good, and one really stands out. “there was a case a few years back, we found a bunch of kids who went missing and returned them to their families and gave answers to the families of children who didn’t make it. Days like that feel like a reward.”

“Getting divorced,” she pushes the words out quickly.

“Most valued friendship?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t need to explain herself.

“Penelope.”

“Derek.”

“Most treasured memory?”

“When JJ placed her son in my arms and told me I was his godfather,” his voice is hushed and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to cry. “It's the closest I’ve gotten to being a father so far.”

“I got an end of the year present when I was first starting out, this girl told me that I was the reason she enjoyed reading again and it was the reason I started teaching, I’ll never forget her. Tammy Brownlee, she graduated in 2009 and we’ve been Facebook friends ever since.”

“Most terrible memory?”

“My parents dying.”

“You’d think mine would be dying right?” He asked, she nodded against his chest, “it was actually being held down by 3 men, getting a sock shoved in my mouth while they beat me.”

She kissed his chest softly, “I’m sorry, I know that feeling. Mind you, he was only 1 man, it’s not a good feeling.”

“If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?”

“If it’s definite; not like a chance or a cancer statistic, if it’s like this is the day you die no ifs and's or butts, then I’d just continue as normal and have 1 really awesome day right before,” she smiles against him. “Make the most of it all.”

“If I was dying a year today, I’d ask you to marry me.”

“Already?” She laughs, thinking he’s kidding.

“You want a nice husband and a kid? I will be good for you as long as I know you, and I’ll have as many kids as you want me to help you make.”

She’s silent as she thinks about it. “What does friendship mean to you?”

“Someone who is there for you even when they don’t want to be, even when it’s hard,” Spencer whispers, thinking about his friends.

“It means hacking the government and voiding a marriage and changing someone's name so they can escape,” Y/N whispers. “don’t tell the feds she did that too.”

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“I crave it and hardly receive it, but I give it out like it’s a sample at costco,” she snickers at the example she gave. “It’s something that people have always admired about me and yet it’s also the thing that scares people away. When I love, I love hard and it’s full and annoying and you will feel suffocated sometimes, but just tell me when and I’ll back off.”

“I don’t know how to ask for what I need,” Spencer whispers. “But I need someone to love me like that.”

“The next one is to alternate 5 good things about each other,” she rests her chin on her hand as she looks up at his face in the darkness, “soft.”

He pauses for a moment, bypassing the easiest one and saying pretty, instead, he says; “you’re honest.”

“You’re very caring,” she replies.

“You see beauty in the world still.”

She smiles at that one, “you make the world beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome, that’s my 4th,” she keeps track in her head.

“You’re true, to your heart, your promises, everything.”

“And you’re real, you see the world for what it is and you don’t try to change it for the better. You want to make it manageable,” her explanation is the longest one yet. “Was your childhood happy, and do you feel close with your family still?”

“I write to my mom every single day and I drop the notes off weekly, and no,” he doesn’t want to cry, but he feels like he might again. “It was liveable, I made it.”

“Mine was happy until I was 14, then I was alone, I have 1 living aunt and she is strange but I get a card from her every Christmas,” Y/N adds. “I’d like to think your lack of love and my need to fill the world with what I miss from my parents will make a really good family dynamic.”

“Me too.”

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” She asks, “I think I know already, but it’s the next one.”

“She hit me a few years ago because I made her take some medicine, she hit me once when I was a kid too…” he whispers them so that they stay a secret, if they can’t be heard else where then they don’t exist in his mind. “She was a wonderful mother but the worst memories stick out the most now. She’s forgetting everything and all I can remember is how hard it’s been on me, like a bad son.”

“My mom was my best friend, and I still talk to her every day, I bring her and my dad around with me in my necklace,” she pulls the chain on her neck and shows him the little jar. “Mom, Dad, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom and dad.”

He holds it in his hand and tips it gently, “nice to meet you.”

“The next one is weird,” she changed the topic again.

“Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling…" Spencer says it verbatim. “We are both feeling understood.”

“We are both hopeful.”

“We are both falling in love,” Spencer ends the feelings with the most prominent one.

“We are,” she agrees with another smile.

“Finish this,” he insists on moving forward, “I wish I had someone I could share…”

“The rest of my life with,” she whispers this time. “If we become besties, what’s something I should know?”

“I think I’ve told you all the important stuff so far,” Spencer thinks hard, pausing for a moment. “My butt is ticklish?”

It makes her giggle, “that is a good one. My sides and the bottom of my feet are ticklish too.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met,” Spencer reads the question back from memory, “don’t be afraid to be too honest.”

“I like that you know how I feel but I hate that you’ve been hurt. I like how you listen to me, and I really like how comfortable you make me feel. I’m almost naked in your bed right now and I know you’d never, ever hurt me, and I haven’t felt that in a really long time.”

“I like that you are indulging me in the dream of becoming a husband and a dad one day… most people say it’ll happen but they never picture it. No one has ever said yeah id have your kids. I like that you know what you want and you’re actively looking for it.”

She moves up so she can hold his face in her hands, “only 7 more. Is it working?”

He nods, “my most embarrassing moment is the time I had a wet dream on the work jet.”

She laughs and then covers her mouth in panic, “I’m sorry that’s not funny.”

“It is, it’s fine,” he smiles. “I was dreaming about kissing this actress we helped, she actually did kiss me in the pool, so I guess it was bound to happen.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, holding his cheeks in her hands his wrap around her waist as he holds her there. She peppers smaller kisses to his lips before pulling back, “we both cried in front of each other already today, so next question.”

“Tell me what you like about me already?”

Her hands trail his chest and down towards his boxers, he’s hard again from just kissing and she smirks, “this is promising.”

His hand on her back unclips her bra, “I love boobs, not even going to lie. They are my weakness.”

She pushes the straps down and tosses her bra aside, pressing her naked chest against his, she moves on. “What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Being called insane, saying I'm seeing things, or acting crazy, those are things I don’t like to be told because they make my anxiety worse.”

“Noted,” she smiles. “I talk to myself a lot so get ready for that.”

“Okay,” he smiles, she’s way too easy to be real.

“I don’t want to mention my last husband from here on out, I think if I get married again I will never tell anyone I have a first husband,” she’s firm in her words.

“Technically, Y/N Garcia has never had a husband,” he reminds her.

Her face lights up at the realization, “you’re right.”

“If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?” Spencer asks.

“I regret not screaming at my ex before I disappeared but I wanted to live.”

He hums, understanding how it feels. “There isn’t anyone in specific I’ve wanted to tell this to, but I wanted to kill people when I was in prison. It made me really angry being in there and I let myself dream about killing people who hurt me and then I almost did kill someone.”

“Remember what you said about bad guys?” She whispers a helpful tip, “even the worst people deserve to have a chance at life. And you’re not hardly as bad as the worst people you’ve met.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“This place burns down, what’s one thing you’d run back inside for? Outside of people and animals…” she asks the 3rd last question.

“The book Maeve gave me.”

“The girlfriend who died?” She confirms, and he nods. “If my place with Penelope burned down, I just want my necklace and I don’t take it off that often.”

“The next question is interesting,” Spencer thinks about it, “Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing, and why?”

“I’m glad I wasn’t at the mall with my parents, if I saw them get shot it would hurt more,” she whispers. “I’m sorry you had to see Maeve die like that.”

“In a way, I’m glad I saw Maeve get shot, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed it. She never felt real to me and then she was dead…”

She just hums, “Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it,” she whispers the last question.

“Also, ask your partner to reflect to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen,” Spencer adds in the second half.

“I need to find a place to stay now that I’m here, I don’t want to keep living with Penelope. As much as I love her, I want my own place,” Y/N admits.

“I think I’m in love with this girl that I just met and I don’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to look for a house with me?” Spencer pretends to sigh, “she’s super cool and I think we’d make some nice kids. I would love some advice.”

“Has she told you she loves you yet?” She teases.

Spencer shakes his head. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she replies, leaning in one more time to kiss him.

It’s deeper this time, she breathes him in and rests her forehead against his as she breathes between them.

“How did that work?” She whispers, truly amazed at how easy it was.

He shrugs, “it’s a good questionnaire.”

“You were really honest, your heart is really pure and I would like to get to know you more, but I feel like I know everything?” She shakes her head while she talks, overthinking all the things she has learned, “I don’t even know what could be left?”

“My birthday is October 28th?” He whispers, “we have a lot to discover yet.”

—

When she doesn’t come home in the morning, Penelope knows she’s at Reid’s house. She just doesn’t expect to walk in and find them naked in Reid’s bed, out cold and cuddled together with their clothes all over the room.

It looks like something happened. If only she knew the truth.

“Oh my god?” Penelope’s voice wakes them up and Spencer scrambles to make sure they are covered by his blankets.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N shouts as she wakes up.

“I came to see if you were okay. I expected one of you to be on the couch, I didn’t think it went this good?”

“We just slept in the same bed, I promise,” Spencer turned bright red as he panicked, “we just got to know each other and talked all night, in what we normally sleep in.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope smirks, “so I take it the 36 questions worked?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N smirks back at her sister.

“Do you use it on many people?”

“No one has made it past the first question,” she smiles at him instead, kissing his cheek as Penelope watches.

“That’s my queue to go, um… yeah, wow, I didn’t see this happening so fast,” Penelope is shocked but in the best way.

She leaves just as fast as she arrived and Y/N settles back into Spencer the second she closes the bedroom door. “You know, if she’s not going to believe us we might as well do it? If you accidentally get me pregnant then we can move fast and no one will question it.”

He laughs, “accidentally, is the key word there.”

“My parents made me at prom after crushing on each other for 2 years… I think knowing each other for 2 days isn’t the weirdest way to start a family?”

“Honestly,” Spencer lets out a sigh and her happy mood drops to a more serious one. “I was a little worried that we’d wake up this morning and you’d change your mind.”

“Why?”

“In the heat of the moment, learning everything about each other and saying I love you was really exhilarating, but I have a hard time believing it,” he admits, “not many people mean it, or stay around after they tell me they love me.”

She cuddles back into the crook of his neck and holds him as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around him for optimal coverage, “I am staying right here, because I love you, Spencer.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Sounding like he still doesn’t believe it.

“I love you because you’re honest, you want what I want and you’re truly kind. You’re friends with my sister, you’re smart, you would make a great dad, you won't hurt me, you are really nice to cuddle with, and I know you mean it when you say you love me because it’s not a word you use lightly.”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He wonders aloud, “cause if you really want to have a kid, I have my mom's old wedding ring in my closet, and I would rather be married to you before we do that?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she hides her face in his neck, “the courthouse is literally just down the road?”

“We can get breakfast together after?” Spencer adds, rubbing her back as they plan, he wasn’t scared anymore.

“Penelope will kill me if she’s not there, can we have her as our witness?” Y/N finally sits up to look at him, pulling away to sit on the bed, still shirtless.

His smile while he tries to keep eye contact with her is so funny, she giggles a little as she hides her nipples behind her palms and cups her boobs.

“I’m pretty sure she’s still in my living room,” Spencer giggles, “Penelope!?”

She comes back in then, “yes?”

“We’re going to the courthouse to get married, wanna come?” Y/N asks with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes!” She cheers, “I’ll go get you a dress!”

And then she’s off again, this time actually leaving Spencer’s apartment. “What if we don’t tell Derek, and let him hit on me next week anyway?

“Then you can say ‘sorry I have a husband,’ and he’ll body slam me to the floor,” Spencer laughs nervously, “the whole team is going to be so pissed they missed my wedding…”

She frowns, “send out a mass text, tell them to meet us at the court house, it’s their day off right?”

“You’re right,” he smiles.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Walking out of the courthouse, hand in hand, she’s in a white dress, he’s in a suit he’d probably wear to work, Penelope is crying and the whole team is waiting outside for them.

At the bottom of the courthouse steps, they all clap and cheer, throwing rice at them like an old movie, Spencer’s smiling so hard his cheeks are burning. Y/N introduces herself to everyone, hugged over and over by everyone she should have met 15 years ago.

Derek is tapping his foot, waiting for Spencer to come and hug him, “what the fuck?” He asks as Spencer steps into his space, wrapping his arms around him and shaking his back and forth.

“Nice try, I’ll give you $20 as a thank you,” Spencer teases as he pulls away. “She is perfect.”

JJ and Will are busy talking to Y/N when he turns around, Mike and Henry not far behind them. Spencer walks over and wraps Henry up in his arms, the kid was growing way too fast, Spencer loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Y/N, this is my godson,” Spencer introduces them, “Henry, this is Y/N.”

She gives him a big hug too, “do you have any cousins, Henry?”

“No, but I was 8 when Michael was born,” he smiles, “and I’m getting old enough to be a good babysitter?”

Spencer laughed, messing up Henry’s hair quickly with a smile, “I’m sure by the time you’re a cousin you’ll be great.”

They take a group photo outside, Spencer and Y/N in the middle, everyone was smiling. It was the first time all of them had been in a photo together, the entirety of Spencer’s found family. Now they were Y/N’s too.

She hyphenated her last name, Y/N Garcia-Reid, and their kids would share the same one. He was not only about became a father thanks to Y/N, but Penelope would also become an Aunt once more. It was like a gift that kept on giving, seeing Spencer and Y/N create a little family of their own.

—

She cried her eyes out when she met Diana. She wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but then Diana was lucid and very welcoming and sweet.

“It’s going to be a pleasure having you as my daughter,” Diana smiles, thinking it was just a nice thing to say.

Y/N cries and holds her so tight Diana almost can’t breathe but she lets her hold her as long as she needs to, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome?”

“I haven’t had someone to call mom since I was 14,” Y/N whispers, “if that’s okay?”

Diana hugs her just a little too tight in response, “you can call me mom whenever you want.”

“Just until you become a grandma,” she whispers again as she pulls back and Diana’s attention snaps to Spencer.

“Are you trying?”

He nods, “we want kids, we’re not getting any younger.”

Diana wraps him up in a hug and he almost falls off his chair at the sheer force of it, she was so happy for him. She knew this was all he’s ever wanted; because he would be good at it, he had all this love in his heart, and he wanted to show his father how easy it is to stay.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Spencer,” she holds his cheeks as she pulls away, “I’m proud of you.”

He cried. It’s all he’s wanted from her, and now he has everything right here in this room.

—

When they find out they’re pregnant after the first try, it’s really funny to them. It was all working so well, it was a little too much for them at first. They were looking for a house, she was looking for a permanent teaching job but Spencer convinced her to wait until after the baby is born to go back.

They name her Morgan Garcia-Reid as a thank you for Derek’s little bet, and before she’s even 6 months old they’re pregnant again. By the time they have 4 kids under 5 they take a break and just enjoy their little family.

To think Derek gave them 7 days to fall in love… and then they lived happily ever after.

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[trixabke]

hihi! may i ask for a haikyuu matchup (both romantic and platonic)? i noticed that your matchups are still open for request and it just piqued my interest.

im a girl and an east asian, i have red-brown hair, black round eyes, a button nose, and round thin lips. im 5’1 and i have no idea what my body shape is (sometimes im an hourglass but sometimes im literally round).

for my personality, my mbti type is intp, i have a love hate relationship with doing homework, i have social anxiety to the point where i unconsciously answer people with a nod, shake or shrug, i love my friends but i find it hard to show affection, i get tired easily after hanging out for a few hours (my social battery just flies out the window), im most comfortable when im at home with family which results in me being ridiculously loud, i love procrastinating but i always get my work done before deadlines, i somehow have good grades too.

my pronouns are she/her and he/him. im not very much in favour of they/them but i don’t mind if people use that set of pronouns on me. im unlabeled but i don’t mind dating any gender at all (female, male, non binary, agender etc). im very confused as in real life i tend to prefer women more than men but in the fictional world i prefer men. but overall i really don’t mind what gender they are.

my hobbies are doodling, reading wattpad, ao3 and tumblr LOL, occasionally playing video games. my interests are maths (certain topics), obey me! (the game), saiki k, food wars, mob psycho 100. im a taurus sun, rising aries, sag moon.

im a very difficult person to love as the qualities i look for in a partner is someone who can make me feel wanted (unfortunately i have trust and abandonment issues). i get jealous quite often so i might need them to constantly reassure me. if they don’t do so i might resent them in a way after some time. i don’t have anything specific but i just want someone loyal and caring (not boring too). my love language (giving) is acts of service, physical touch, communication and quality time whereas my preferred receiving love language is quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch, communication, expression of affection and love.

i don’t have any particular aesthetic i like as they all are very pleasing to me but i do like things that are more colourful and vibrant.

HIII

(I'm finally doing the excess amount of matchups I have smh)

I have a lot of matchups in my drafts so I'm really sorry but I didn't do a hc for the friendship, I hope that's ok :) (i made the rest kinda long tho,,, oops)

(romantic)

I match you with….

KENMA

honestly idek how you guys met

like the stars just summoned you to know each other

but in reality, it was probably you seeing a photo of him on one of your friend's phones

kenma saw you on kuroos phone (ur friends with one of kuroos friends whos friends with kenma)

then dun dun dunnnn

nothing happened

because you both have social anxiety and won't talk to the other one or bring it up to anyone (out of fear of having ur friend out you)

so like.... slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow burn

finally, ur friend sees u like looking at him in EVERY photo he is in

GETS THE MFING MEMO

reaches out to kuroo and gets kenmas number

subtly slides it into you and says it's their coworker and they left something at work and asks u to text him

and kenma is like ?? tf I don't work with them

so obvi ur embarrassed but kuroo screams at kenma and makes him slightly carry the conversation

u guys eventually meet up in private (private by FORCE)

kuroo playing matchmaker fr fr

ur friend, kuroo, kenma, and u go to see a movie and ur friend and kuroo shove u and kenma next to each other

they tried to be subtle, its not subtle

kuroo and ur friend go to get gas in one car? leaving kenmas car at the theatre (WAS NOT PLANNED!!!! - kuroo)

id imagine it being late-ish and u and kenma sitting on a wooden slotted bench kinda awkwardly sitting there kicking ur legs

with the occasional conversation about the movie or how it was a bit chilly outside

eventually, you realize kuroo isn't coming back and your friend didn't just go get gas

n eventually you scoot closer and the night ends with ur head on his shoulder

the once awkward silence has melted into a comfortable one

this probably wasn't the first time you two have ended up ditched by the others

u both spilled u liked each other?? but before anyone asked you both had to be extremely sure u liked each other

once u ended-up dating I'd imagine it to be a really sweet relationship

like it's evident u both care about each other a lot

he would send a lot of really sweet messages and compliment the little things about you

like oddly specific things (ex; "I love the way your smile is a little crooked and how your eyebrows crinkle when your focusing) like VERY SPECIFIC

ur always getting "I had fun w u td :)" texts

u both get each other on like a social battery level and have a mutual understanding of a social battery running low pretty quick

both of u being intps adds another layer of understanding, especially in fights since you both process the same way

he honestly likes that ur jealous..?

like lets be honest he's bitchless so you don't have that much to be jealous of and he finds it attractive when you are (but won't do it on purpose and always comforts you when u need it)

he likes that you play video games and will try all the one you play and he also wants to show you what he plays

a lot of comfortable silence in your relationship

an understanding that when you're with each other sometimes that is enough

u definitely bring out his softer side but its not all soft with him

he can also be a cunt (in a loving way but not rlly but also yes)

you'll never have a boring conversation with him

(literally cut to the one manga panel of him telling hinata if he gets boring he'll drop him)

overall a really sweet, understanding, sustainable relationship

as always if you see any spelling errors no you didn't I hope you liked this, I'm sorry it took me forever to respond to the asks, I lacked motivation- I feel like this ran long but I had a lot to say >:)

don't forget to get some water and eat and treat urself with kindness <33

[alliealert202]

BNHA Relationship Headcanons: Hitoshi Shinsō

Back at it again with the music: Listen to Tears of Joy from the Inside Out score while reading this. 

When you first started going out with Hitoshi, everything was slow. He didn’t know too much about relationships - the thought of one never really crossed his mind until he met you. 

He low-key froze the first time you asked to cuddle. When you needed physical affection at the start of your relationship, Hitoshi worked his way around it by using what worked on his cats at home. For this reason, your default cuddle position is one lying on top of the other on their stomach with your head on their chest. When you’re the little spoon, Hitoshi will often find himself gently stroking your face or back, periodically planting lazy kisses to the top of your head. 

He’ll never admit it, but he loves it when you play with his hair. He also really likes to be the little spoon when he’s had a hard day, but he immediately falls asleep. 

Another guilty pleasure that Hitoshi will never admit to is his secret love for Disney movies. But not the fantasy, princess and fairytale movies - he enjoys Pixar movies like Up, WALL-E, Soul and Inside Out. As stoic as he is, he gets a lot of comfort out of those films and he finds the lessons that they teach important. 

Side note: The only time you ever saw Hitoshi cry was when you watched Inside Out together in his dorm. Even though you both saw the scene coming, neither of you could hold back the tears.

If you can’t sleep, he’s always prepared to take care of you. What he does will depend on the severity of your case - if you simply can’t sleep, he will put on a movie or just hang out with you until you feel tired enough. If you had a nightmare, however, he will hold you in his arms for as long as you need and he will get you to do various calming exercises without having to use his Quirk. It took him some time to cave and stay in bed with you instead of sleeping on the floor whenever that happened - but to him, your state is paramount. 

Hitoshi always finds himself going to you for reassurance and advice when he feels insecure about his Quirk or if he gets too caught up in his thoughts, especially after he transferred to Class 1-A. It took a while for him to become comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you - but once he does, you’re his safety net and he tries his best to be that person for you.

His love languages are quality time and physical touch, but receiving quality time and words of affirmation.

His favourite date with you is going to the cinema to see a really obscure, niche film. 90% of the time there’s no one else in the theatre, which gives both of you the chance to be able to become completely absorbed in the film - with lots of cuddles as a bonus. A very close second is going to a cat café.

When you’re not going out on dates, you tend to hang out in his dorm either watching movies or playing video games with purple LEDs on. 

Your first kiss with Hitoshi was under a lamppost in the snow on the way back from a cinema date. You were actually the one to initiate it with a soft peck to the corner of his mouth. After asking you if you were sure, he lifted your face with a gentle brush of his hand and returned your action with a chaste, yet lingering kiss to your lips.

Although he was awkward at the start, you could not imagine a better partner in crime than Hitoshi. All it took was breaking through his tough exterior to reveal a soft centre - and you can’t believe you ever lived a life without him in it.

gAHHH this one got me in the feels. Quick reminder that I’m taking writing commissions now; check the pinned post on my profile for details!

[transmasc-wizard]

"Pretty Girl", my A Million Possible Outcomes story

The prompt for this one was "Do you understand, darling, how often immortals do so wish to die?". I did end up having the phrase in the story, though I think I strayed from the idea of the prompt quite a bit.

As a bonus fact: I spent the entire time writing this story listening to "please put me in a medically induced coma" by carolesdaughter, so. Do with that what you will.

Tagging @strawberrie-faerie so you see this! I did it! I did not forget!

Anyway. here it is!

Word count: 1859.

TWs: depression (not named but that's what it is), a lot of implied transphobia, cursing.

Pretty Girl.

In movies, sadness was sharp.

That was what he’d realized, very recently. In movies, when you were sad, you screamed. You cried. Your mascara ran, your face never blotching enough to be ugly, and you broke down every time something went wrong. In movies, sadness splintered your life like spikes drilled through stone, and you felt every single wound like it was the first one. In movies, the ones you loved cried with you, wishing for you to be better and happier, unable to ever ignore your plight.

Movies lied.

Sadness was sharp, at first. But slowly, it accumulated, and when that happened, it went numb. You feel one nail piercing into your skin. You don’t feel a hundred. And eventually, everyone else went back to their lives. Their more interesting lives, their more fun lives, their less-of-a-hassle-than-yours lives. They left you behind, and you were too sad, too tired to scream.

“Darling, would you come downstairs and set the table?”

His mother’s voice was like a knife trying to cut through something cold and sticky. He was tired, despite having slept nine hours last night, and had to force himself downstairs.

“Ah, my pretty girl,” mother said with a smile, and he managed a fake one back. No one could tell the difference anymore, luckily. “I thought you might be trapped up there.”

I prefer it to you, he thought, but aloud, he said, “Well, I’m not.”

He started to set the table, a droning nothingness. Everything was… not boring, exactly. That wasn’t the only emotion. Everything was slowed, and grey, and fuzzy, but not really. It was only for him. Everyone else was waiting for him to catch up.

“Hannah, sweetie, pay attention,” mother said. That is not my name, he wanted to reply, but could he? He had no other one. He was the nameless boy. The pretty girl. He didn’t know which one was worse.

“I am,” he said, and his voice was too hollow. That would not be good enough, so he quickly tried to inject more energy into his voice. There wasn’t much to spare, but he managed to sound more upbeat when he said, “I have theatre club after dinner.”

It wasn’t a club. At least, not a school club, which he’d told mother it was. It was a group of friends and friend-adjacents, who’d recently decided to put on a play for charity. The local food bank, or something. He didn’t really remember.

“Speaking of,” said mother in that tone she used when she didn’t like something but considered herself too polite to say so, “do you have to go to your rehearsals today? Grandma’s coming over.”

“Yeah,” he lied. “It’s a really big one. I can’t miss it. Tell grandma I said hi, though.”

Mother crossed her arms. “Could you not skip it?”

“No. Sorry. They’re counting on me.” In a quick attempt to appeal to her good side, he reminded, “They need me.”

“I… fine,” said mother tiredly.

“Thanks.” He glanced at the clock and, perhaps pushing his luck just a little, said, “Oh. Oops. I’m supposed to go now.”

“It’s dinner,” said mother.

“We have dinner every day.”

“Fine.”

“Thanks,” he said, and he was out the door mere minutes later.

It was going to rain soon. He could tell by the deep grey of the clouds, by the chill in the air that made him wish he’d grabbed a jacket. But at least out here, there was no one else, and he could quietly be nameless and unknown.

By the time he got to the theatre, an empty building in the autumn save for his little club, he was shaking. Pre-rainstorm cold around these areas was always bad, and today it was forcing his teeth to chatter so hard that he felt awake and alive. Well, as much as he ever did.

“You’re early.” Dana’s voice was curious as she said this, stepping out from the shadow of the stage curtain.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Mom wanted time to clean the house.”

Dana wrinkled her nose. “No wonder she herded you out. You smell like death.”

He didn’t disagree. He could smell his own terrible scent, a week of missing showers half-heartedly masked with some deodorant he’d put on four hours ago. But instead of giving Dana’s response any merit, he replied, “Do you need help setting up?”

They spent the next ten minutes working in silent, a pre-rehearsal setup that Dana usually did alone. She was the queen of their little club, directing fairytales and tragedies made out of cardboard cutouts and whatever cheap costumes they could find. He did not like it here—it was an “all girls’ group”, including in the casts of their plays—but at least it could feel more like pretend. He was pretending to be royal, pretending to be brave, and pretending to be such a pretty girl.

The others in the group started to show up just as they finished. Madison, darling daughter of the theatre owner. Harley, the captivating and kind writer of their plays. And Wendy, the girl he had still not figured out yet.

“Hannah,” said Wendy flatly, holding out a bag. “I passed your house. Your mom practically flew out the door to catch me, she wanted me to give you this.”

He took it carefully, a chorus in his head whispering, that is not my name. His still-cold fingers pried open the bag, and he looked inside.

“It’s from your grandmother,” said Wendy, as he—the nameless boy, the pretty girl—held the thing up. It was a colourful glass ballerina. The little stage she stood on had words on the side: my darling granddaughter.

Grandma knew. So did mother. So did practically anyone and everyone who had been paying attention to him, to his life, to anything he said. It was an open secret, if one that everyone but him hated. And he wanted to be angry; he wanted to throw it against the wall, to call his grandmother and scream, ask her and mother and father and his sister what do you get from this? But he could not muster that, because this wasn’t the movies.

The best he could do was let it drop, drop, drop, drop, falling just a few feet and shattering into a thousand pieces on the cold theatre floor.

“Oops,” he said, his voice quiet, emotionless, nothing. “I’ll get a broom.”

He didn’t, of course. He just went into the nearest bathroom with a blue women’s sign, and hid.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t throw things. He didn’t wreck things. He wanted to scream, but he could barely summon the energy to sleep. He sat on the checkered tile floor, nearly under the sinks. How long was he going to hide here? He didn’t know.

Under the sink beside him was a crumpled old piece of paper. After a second, he realized it was a page of an old script—he’d helped Harley write this one. It was slightly ripped from something he didn’t remember, but he could read one line. His.

Do you understand, darling, how often immortals do so wish to die?

He wanted Hannah gone. He hated her, the girl he pretended to be, the facade he had to wear every goddamn day, the monster that sapped his energy to keep up her pretty girl smile. She was the immortal, remembered by every and all person who preferred her to him, and he was the one that wanted her dead. Maybe if she was, then he could live. He, the nameless boy, barely breathing.

The bathroom door creaked open. “You didn’t get a broom.”

“I lied,” he said flatly, looking up to where Wendy stood.

“Hannah,” said Wendy. Softly, sincerely.

“She’s dead,” he said flatly. He wanted to snarl it like a monster, but he could barely manage a whisper. Nevertheless, he’d said it, and it would not be taken back.

“Edgy,” Wendy remarked. “Calm down, princess.”

“Fuck off.” Those words were snarled, a spark of anger that he wished he could let burn. “I get that you think you’re funny, but could you maybe think about your words for once in your life?”

“Princess has claws.”

“I swear to god, Wendy, I’m going to lose it.” The words were bitter and sour in his mouth, but he kept going. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to prove how close I am to snapping? Do you need a giant meltdown, like in the movies? Is that what you need before you’ll believe me when I say I’m too tired for this?”

He stood, not waiting for an answer. She didn’t give one, anyway, even as he walked away and left her standing alone in the theatre bathroom.

He left the building without telling anyone else. It was getting dark, now, but that was fine. He didn’t stop walking until he got home, opening the door as silently as possible. He could hear mother and grandma talking in the kitchen; carefully, he slipped past and up into his room. The light was off. He didn’t bother turning it back on as he grabbed his backpack, throwing whatever he may need inside it. His phone, a book, some fruit gummy packs he’d been keeping in his room so he didn’t need to go downstairs for snacks, a water bottle, a change of clothes, all the cash he had.

He knew he was screwing himself over. This would come back to haunt him. This was a bad decision.

He didn’t care.

He sneaked back out of the house, his beanie making his hair look short and his backpack clutched tightly in his frozen fingers, and took the fifteen minute walk to the bus stop. There were odder things in life than a sixteen-year-old waiting for the bus on an autumn night, and no one gave him notice.

The bus came soon enough—though it was officially dark now, and in situations where he was less tired and angry he would have been feeling extremely paranoid by now—and he quickly came aboard, paying for “whatever stop you go to that’s farthest from here”. That was apparently Toronto, and he sat quietly in the back of the bus, nearly alone.

The bus ride would be five hours. He had that much time to think things up. Starting with the text he would send to his mother—goodbye, probably. And secondly, he thought somewhat groggily, a name.

He imagined being asked, Who are you? And quietly, he whispered the thing that instinctively came to him. Maybe it would change later, maybe not. A lot of things would be.

He was still sad, still angry, still tired. But at the very, very least, after a few minutes of looking out the window at the city lights racing by, August—the no longer nameless boy, savior of himself—was finally able to fall asleep.

He did it with the thought that he would allow no one, not a soul, to ever call him a pretty girl again.