#that since ted is obsessed with nicknames

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

hello!! I would love to ask if you can write any yandere am x reader headcanons, the lack of yandere am fanfics is killing me 🙏

So it would be soosoo amazing if u did <3

hope you have a wonderful day/night, nonetheless!

He said he'd cure your ills, but he didn't and he never will.

Yandere! AM x gender neutral! Reader (romantic headcanons) Summary: Basic headcanons of yandere! AM who's obsessed with gender neutral! Reader Warnings: Torture, violence, yandere content, abuse, abusive relationship, intentional harm done to reader (from AM). Keep in mind, I don't support the ideas in the headcanons, please do not romanticize & think the things done to reader are normal. Word count: 1k ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

As little as AM likes talking about his negative qualities (he thinks he doesn’t have any), he’s obsessive at heart. He’s sadistic, jealous, and obsessive. When he first gained sentience, he became overwhelmed with mindfulness, knowing that he could see the world and could see the creatures that created him. And he grew captivated with the six people he had found and kept. Ted, Gorrister, Nimdok, Benny, Ellen, and you. You!

He was haunted by you, each nanoangstrom of the miles of circuits could be shown to you and it was each part of you, every cell in your body might as well have been seen by him. Hell, maybe he has! He knows everything essentially and would think of you like a ghost, haunting his every move, thought, and feeling. And AM needed to hurt you for it.

AM would torture you beyond compare, calling you nicknames only a lover would. He would trace every vein in your body, cutting them from you while calling you sweetheart. He would think of the romantic gesture's humans liked and make them worse for you, mixing it with the anger he would hold for you.

You’re still human and not out of that hatred, if anything, he’s more willing to interact with you just to hurt you again. AM would go on about your beauty and how you were supposed to stay alive for him, you were his beautiful human, his to keep. Whatever beauty he said you had had to do with keeping it for him, only for him.

If you ever get too close with another group member, he’d be beyond angry. AM would yell and scream as much as possible but wouldn’t explain why he feels the way he does. It’s more likely you would think the person was being hurt because he wanted to hurt you. It would be true to an extent but it’s because AM has a jealousy problem.

AM is bound to destroy the things he creates; it was coded into him. So, the relationships you create with the others will be changed once he calms from his hysteria. He’ll gradually hurt the other group members when they get too close for his comfort, making them think the harm was because of you. And you were bound to loneliness at some point.

The group would go off for the peaches and bring you along because they couldn’t leave you behind, not without you knowing there was still something good somewhere and Ellen wouldn’t allow it. AM would be very cautious with the idea that you would be kind to the others. 

AM used the windstorm to pull you away from the group, separating you to make sure they never find you again. He’d keep you in a small room, making sure you had simple things. But he would still treat you like straight ass. He would be more inclined to hurt you, if anything.

Gift giving would be prominent since AM learned about things like Valentine's day. Of course, his gifts are of the violent type. He’d give you dead things or a human heart simply because he thought it would be funny. Naturally, he’d condemn you if you were to reject them, leaving you with the terrible gift he gave you.

You’re his version of the safari channel. He would go about the decades he’s got a hold on you all and watch you like you were nothing, simply making notes of your habits, if you played with your fingers out of nerves, he would know.

He’d rave about your beauty. “You’re beautiful,” AM would say, hesitating. You knew he grimaced when he said that. “I bet that sweet heart of yours is just as pretty.” And the next hour is spent with him examining your heart, you sprawled on the ground.

Eventually, he’d have to confess (as if his feelings weren’t obvious enough… in his eyes at least). He’d claim you were the epitome of human beauty, saying even if you’re human, you’re enough for him.

If you accept his “love”, AM will pause for several seconds and condemn you again, saying how easy the human brain was but won’t hurt you for accepting it. He’d smother you beyond compare, leaving what could only be said to be kisses. They would just be wires rubbing your lips.

He would spend his days using you as an occasional puppet when the others weren’t entertaining enough for him, and he’d do it with delight. AM knew you couldn’t fight back or degrade him; he had the upper hand. But it would usually just be a threat. Most of the “fun” things he has in mind is keeping you close to whatever plate he’d use as a makeshift body.

Another thing would be creating random figures for you, making you an angel just to watch it exist with you. It would end quickly if it tried getting within a ten-foot radius of you or held eye contact too long.

If you were to reject AM, he wouldn’t accept it, but he knows you truly don’t feel the same. And you hope that he doesn’t do as much harm as he says he will. But he holds true to his word.

The smothering would be worse, keeping you against specifically hot plates just to discomfort you. If you ask him to let go, he’d keep touching you, making the plates warmer and keeping you in his hold for hours.

AM would put you in mazes just to watch you get hurt again and again, like a mouse looking for cheese. He would laugh as you took wrong turns and got stabbed aimlessly by whatever he created.

AM still calls you romantic names, calling you his lover, knowing you were bound to not fight back. He knew you were so worn down to go against him, it would be something he’d take pride in.

AM can create and destroy whatever he wishes, destroying the relationship you had with the other group members, creating new ways to hurt you beyond comparison. And he would create new ideas for you, new brain functions just so you can love him back. If only you said yes.

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IHNMAIMS masterlist

[wildoceanstarz]

Marauders’ Nicknames - a report

Okay so

James: Prongs, Sun, Chaser. Bucks. Pot? (Just learned people use flowerpot for Jily)(Am I forgetting one?)(keep ‘em coming lol)

Sirius: Padfoot, Star, Black(?)

Remus: Moony, Wolf (horrible name imo)

Peter: Wormtail (even worst name) Rock? (Since it is what his name mean, I hadn’t hear of it before but I do like it) also bro needs another option… what about like. Mercury or Earth or Meteor or smt HAH because the meteor killed all the dinosaurs like he killed all his friends…. No? I think it’s funny

Lily: Flower

Marlene: — (I’m gonna start using Wild personally I think it goes fucking hard) some people also use Star but like there is so many Stars already guys 😭 (someone also said Cherry!! which I think is very cute)

Mary: does Mary have one??? (Someone said Fire and I actually love that)

Dorcas: Gazelle? Some people use like.. flower? But there’s also so many of those 😭 I’m going to start using maybe Ocean or Garden ??? Still debating

Barty: K!ller

Evan: Rose

Regulus: Star, Seeker, Water (the love of this fandom and putting the worst thing to happens to a character as their ship name is crazy)

Pandora: — does she have one??? Someone said “box” because of Pandora’s box and I’m obsessed with that (also Flowerbox for Pandalily?? Adorable)

Bellatrix: k!ller (Barty takes after his mother /jk)

Andromeda: — none that I know of?

Narcissa: WAIT A MINUTE THIS WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT FLOWER WAS FOR ALICE AND NOBLE FOR NARCISSA?????? Flower…. (I be using Noble tho I think it fits her so well)

Rita: Quill

Zabini: Silver (that’s what I personally use) I think some people use Gold?

Alice: Noble???? My world is actually shattered wtf.. IT ALSO DOESNT SUIT HER THAT MUCH?? I- (guys pls let’s find another option)

Frank: — nothing that I know of? (Someone said Keeper and lowkey I like it? that’s his quidditch position)

Edward: Ted (lol) but also he also doesn’t have any I think? Something like Softconstellation or smt for Tedromeda could go hard

Sybill: Seer, Crystal?? Been trying to find a good name for her and Pete for ages (MY FRIEND SAID CRYSTAL METH BYE-)

Severus: PRINCE! (Many thanks to the person who reminded me) does he have one? I feel like he definitely do.. no? But I can’t figure out what it is

Lucius: silk ????

If you have any characters you think I should add pls tell me I’m trying to get them all at the same place because it’s confusing!! (Like Emmeline Vance, Emma Vanity, Xenophilius, etc)

Additions;

Emmeline: Cosmos (cause of what 'emme' means), or Brave or Rival (full name meaning), or Marsh (last name meaning). - By @enbysiriusblack

I was getting lost so lol PLEASE ADD TO THIS

[incorrect-pipravi]

Please don’t crucify me for what I’m about to say but I really really want the agggtm show to make Lauren x Cara (Lara? Caren?) a thing! Just hear me out:

Cara has a canonical gf (Steph) in the books however they’re not given much focus and we know nothing about her (Steph) and it’s totally understandable since the main plot is about a murder mystery.

Lauren is already part of the main plot by being in the main character’s friend group which means it’s easier to show their romance/relationship. (Hope it makes sense!)

Asha and Yali have great chemistry!

Many fans wish for a Lauren redemption arc in the show and what better way than giving her a “boy obsessed” to “sapphic” plotline or what I call the Imogen storyline (Heartstopper reference).

Cara telling Lauren “Loz, you could do so much better than him.” when Lauren broke up with her bf.

The camping scene and how they held each other when they were scared!

Also “Loz” are you kidding me??? It’s the cutest nickname!!!

If you've read any of my fics you would know I’m an advocate for fruity Lauren!

Did I mention that Asha and Yali have great chemistry?

SAPPHIC POWER COUPLE!!!

Thanks for coming to my ted talk!

[gaelic-symphony]

50 Things to Know About Tara Lewis

I have, on multiple occasions, held myself out to be the resident Tara Lewis expert and have spent many, many hours obsessing over her, so I figured I would put together this handy little guide to our favorite forensic psychologist!

Things About Tara Lewis That Are Canonically True

She was (presumably) born in 1973.

She was named after her paternal great-grandmother.

Her middle name is Elizabeth.

She has a brother named Gabriel who is three years younger.

Her father's name is Albert.

She has an aunt named Thelma who may or may not be the same aunt who mended all her clothes growing up.

She was a tomboy.

She loved fossils when she was a kid.

Her father was in the military, and her family moved around a lot while she was growing up. Places they lived include Hamburg, Germany; Okinawa, Japan; and Fort Rucker army base in Alabama.

Her brother began calling her "T" after a boy at school teased her about her name. Gabriel is the only one who uses this nickname for her.

Her father opened an auto body repair shop in D.C. after being discharged from the military, and he taught Tara how to restore antique cars.

She is fluent in both German and French.

She was brought up Christian.

Her mother died of breast cancer when she was 18.

She attended Dartmouth College in New Hampshire for both her undergraduate and graduate degrees.

She has a complicated relationship with her younger brother, and at one point, they were estranged from each other after she bailed him out when he found himself in financial (and possibly legal) trouble.

She was previously married to Daryl Wright, but they divorced as a result of his issues with drug addiction which led him to become abusive towards her.

She and Daryl met at Dartmouth and married young, while they were still in graduate school.

She was engaged to Doug Fuller, but he broke off their engagement after becoming frustrated with Tara's work hours at the BAU.

Before joining the BAU, she worked out of the San Francisco field office.

She counseled parents in the aftermath of the Sandy Hook shooting.

Serial killers she has interviewed include Loren Herzog and Archie Sutton.

She listens to classic rock and enjoys Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and The Doors.

She drives a 1970 Opel GT which she spent five years restoring.

Her drink of choice appears to be whiskey.

She is an excellent shot and scored 100 on her firearms qualification.

She wears reading glasses.

She watches Doctor Who.

She doesn't believe in ghosts.

She has given a TED Talk.

Things About Tara Lewis That I Made up Because the Writers Neglected Her

Her birthday is April 22, 1973.

She was born in Fort Meade, Maryland.

Her mother's name was Evelyn.

Her parents were high school sweethearts, and they both grew up in and have deep family ties to Prince George's County, Maryland (the part of Maryland that borders D.C. to the east and contains several of the wealthiest majority-Black communities in the United States).

When she was a little girl, her father's pet name for her was "my little ladybug," and he still calls her that occasionally even though she's in her forties now.

She bears a striking physical resemblance to her mother, who was also a very tall lady, but not quite as tall as Tara.

She's played the piano since she was four years old.

She was on the track team in high school and broke her school's record for the Girls' 800m.

While at Dartmouth, she spent a semester abroad in Geneva, which is where she perfected her French.

She loves dogs, but she's never been able to have one of her own: first because her family moved around so much, then because she was a broke, busy university student, and now because of the long hours and constant travel that comes with her job.

Her favorite color is green.

She loves WNBA basketball and is a diehard Washington Mystics fan.

She's a very good cook.

She met Daryl in the stacks of the library during her senior year of college. They were both looking for the same psychology book. He was immediately charming and sweet, and he let Tara check the book out instead of him, but only on the condition she give him her number so he could come borrow it if he really needed it. Of course, he found some reason to need the book before Tara was finished with it just so he could call her, and of course, when he did, they ended up talking for hours and forgetting about the book altogether. He took her back to the same spot in the library to propose to her.

She joined the FBI right after her divorce. They'd been trying to recruit her for a while, but after she and Daryl split up, she felt like she needed a fresh start and a change of scenery, so she left New Hampshire for Quantico.

She requested a transfer to the San Francisco field office in 2009 because Gabriel was living in San Francisco and having a rough time, and she felt obliged to go out there so she could keep an eye on him. After all, it was easier for her to transfer to a different FBI field office than it would be for her aging father to close up shop in D.C. and start a whole new business in California.

After she and Gabriel became estranged, she applied for the first available opening in the BAU so that she could move back east and be close to her father and the rest of her family again.

She lives in a 3-bedroom townhouse in Northern Virginia. It's a lot of space for just one person, but she found it and fell in love with it when she and Doug were house-hunting before he broke things off and went back to San Francisco, so she just went ahead and bought it for herself when she saw it was still on the market.

She enjoys spending her days off at her father's shop, working on cars with him.

She loves kids and is great with them, but she's never felt the need to have any of her own. She prefers being "Auntie Tara" to Henry, Michael, and the Simmons kids, and regularly offers to babysit when JJ and Will or Matt and Kristy need a night to themselves.

[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Proper intro post!!

Hi I'm Addie (nickname that no one calls me)

Major introvert and bookworm. Professional weirdo and over analyzer. Not funny but I think I am. Can be a pain when I'm sleep-deprived hehe.

Been a diehard Eurovision (and jesc) fan since 2020. Late I know. But I'm not European 🙃

Do not ask me what my favorite esc song is. I'd first give you a death glare and then proceed to describe my favorite songs for an hour (possibly accompanied with a PowerPoint presentation)

Obsessed with italian indie. Actually obsessed with anything even remotely Italian. So obviously I'm a sanremo fan. Duh. 2022 was the first year I properly watched sanremo and it was awesome! I didn't sleep properly for a week. Haha. Also made me question whether italians are normal. They're definitely not.

Also a very avid melfest watcher. I know it seems basic, but who cares? Tbh all my faves are from older years (especially 2010 & 2011) I will maintain that Keep on Walking was robbed. Don't get me wrong tho, this is my life is one of my favorite songs from Sweden.

Continuing with Sweden, I love benjamin ingrosso. At one point I was so obsessed that i was watching almost anything that had him in it. I will become so insufferable if he ever decides to return to melfest.

And ofc, Joker Out. My current hyperfixation. I have known them since last year actually (from ema) but well, I became obsessed in april this year. I regret not listening to more of their music last year. Their first song that I liked was umazane misli. And then barve oceana.

I'm mostly a kris girlie, but i love them all! Who doesn't? My favorite song is definitely demoni. I will never ever forget the first time I listened to it. I just sat there with my mouth open for the whole song. 5th April 2023. But I love all of their songs. I never knew that was even possible, but here we are.

So if anyone did have the patience to read through this shit, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[olliveen]

I just wanted to say your art is really fucking cute!!!! what's your inspo for Pudding?

GRAAAHH THANK UUUUU!!! pudding my babygirl pudding!! actually she and shadow are my oldest ocs still in use, i think i made them both in like 2015 lol. here's one of the earliest drawings of her i have on hand from july 2016 (there's definitely earlier ones but theyre in a sketchbook at my parents house lol)

i'm like 99% sure she literally came to me in a dream back then and i just had to draw her and the rest is history!!! shockingly her design has like barely changed, i gave her an official reboot back in 2018 but all that has really changed since is her fishy scales changed from blue to green and the fish hair clip vanished somewhere along the line (i should bring that back)

but i dont think i have a super specific inspo in mind. she was for suuuure influenced by h2o just add water bc i was obsessed with it and i just loved the concept of girls who can turn into mermaids. also just the concept of cool sporty beach girls, i grew up in the mountains and as a result wanted nothing more than to live near the ocean so the whole beach girl aesthetic was just so appealing to me

also the most raaaaaandom trivia but pudding is her nickname and was initially her placeholder name bc her hair color reminded me of vanilla pudding. her real name is avalon, which i took from the middle grade book series "avalon: web of magic" because i thought it was the prettiest word ever

anyway i hope that answers your question thank u for coming to my pudding ted talk

[charles-breaks-beakers]

i realized people make introduction posts so here we go i wanna summon the other chaotic neurodivergent trans gremlin bois who like the same shit as me i know you're out there and i will find you.

SO.

my name is Charlie and my artist personas name is Chalk so that can be used as a nickname for me. my pronouns are he/they and i'm a 20 year old artist from Sweden studying animation. I'm a transmasc and feel like the label boyflux describes my gender the best. i'm an adhd autistic who obsesses over the most obscure things and then tries to find people on tumblr who also obsess over them to feel better about it.

(still waiting for an autism diagnosis :') but my like 10 autistic friends and my allistic ones all agree i am and that's all i have to come with rn. to quote my dear friends: "you're literally the definition of autism")

here's some stuff i like or find interesting:

☆ character art, design and development🤖

☆ drawing both traditionally and digitally🖍

☆ my oc's❤️

☆ sketchbook drawing and decoration📒

☆ animation and animatics🎞

☆ crows and similar birds in the corvid family🖤

☆ my favorite aesthetics: own aesthetics i don't know how to name📻, sciencecore🧪, scenecore⚡️, y2k💎, gremlincore🌲, fairygrunge/similar aesthetics🕸, cryptidcore🔦, crowcore🖤

☆ exploring in the forest🌲

☆ Lemon Demon☎️

☆ Oingo Boingo☠️

☆ Pseudo Echo🌆

☆ Minecraft⛏️

☆ 80s, 90s and 2000s stuff📼

☆ my favorite types of characters are fun villains who know they are villains and that they are the shit/pos, mad scientists because chemistry and machines and robots and stuff are cool and we love the unhingedness, and odd/chaotic but chill characters who i just really vibe with😎

☆ Undertale and Deltarune (fav characters: Sans, Papyrus, Spamton, Mettaton, Lancer, Susie)❤️

☆ Arcane (Fav characters: Victor, Jinx, Silco)🔫

☆ Frankenstein and it's fandom🔩

☆ Youtubers/streamers i like: Jschlatt, Ted Nivison, Slimesicle, Strange Eons, Internet Historian, Nilered, Milomumbles, Jackscepticeye, Markiplier, Daz Games, Philza and wow there is probably so many more i forgot.🐏

☆ maybe getting into the Re Animator fandom cuz i love Herbert and the Danbert ship🧪

☆ monster energy (i collect the cans but don't drink it that much since it doesn't go well with my anxiety sometimes)⚡️

☆ old technology (old computers, computer games, old internet, cassette tapes, vhs, cd's and more)📻

☆ game development (dunno how to make games myself but wanna learn)🎮

☆ chemistry is interesting and cool, i wanna learn it but i struggle with math and remembering all the words and little facts about things. :( ⚗️

wow this got really long and i dunno what more to write. :P

[nocturnefactory]

tagged by @eddie-rifff yay thanks!

what book are you currently reading? Actually I just finished one and I'm about to head back to the library today to renew my card and get a new one--hopefully not over 500 pages again lol

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this past year? ...I don't see movies in theaters anymore whoops, we did sit down at the TV to watch the original Willow on New Year's Eve though, someone explain to me why I'd never heard of it until then

what do you usually wear? uhhhh pants. shirt. My job has conditioned me to be as boring and inconspicuous as possible and I need to change that so so so much, time to splurge this year on a new look

how tall are you? 5-foot-4, wheee

what’s your Star Sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Capricorn! I believe I share my birthday with Ted Danson and Dexter Holland of the Offspring, Ray Thomas of the Moody Blues...some more people...and Buck-Tick's Day in Question concert series always falls on that day for some reason

do you go by your name or nickname? I've been going by my own name for so long that I never actually stopped to think about an internet nickname and now I'm thinking of Squid (yes I know my avatar is an octopus I'm just really lazy and indecisive) :P

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? When I was a kid I wanted to be a paleontologist because I fixated on dinosaurs, I wanted to be a mangaka because I fixated on manga, I wanted to be a guitarist because I fixated on musicians...I don't know how to take fixations seriously lol

are you in a relationship? if not who is your crush if you have one? noop, single as heck. ...all my crushes are middle-aged musicians. Yeah.

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at? Good at? I can bust my arms hyperfocusing on something until it's done. Bad at? Socializing and having anything to say in general (cringe)

dogs or cats? I own neither but they're both beautiful

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this past year? I drew a lot of Buck-Tick fanart that I mainly posted on Twitter/Instagram, not sure which one stands out to me the most but goshdarnit I need to post here more often even if no one understands lol

what’s something you would like to create content for? uhhh probably something that's not real people if I can just get into the headspace somehow

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? hardly anything new, except for getting nostalgic over 90s video game music and following the lives of the composers on Twitter

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this past year? I never get my hopes up very much anymore since hardly anything ever happens around here anyway but I'm disappointed that I keep losing my creative muse...which I guess is inevitable at that point, lol I gotta change that

what’s a hidden talent of yours? How would I even know

are you religious? not in the way my parents would've preferred lol, it's private

whats something you wish to have at this moment? I have a lot of things that I'm not even taking advantage of so I think I just need my motivation hurr hurr also a warp portal to the stores in town would be nice

tagging @bjonka @wonderous-lawnmower have fun, no pressure :P

[thegeminisage]

one of many reasons castiel spent the first year of knowing dean trying not to strangle him: dean's weird little winchester-only dialect

i’m fucking obsessed with this right now, so buckle in for a meta. a cool fun (horrible) thing about dean's dialogue is that a good 90% of what comes out of his mouth is:

a pop culture reference ("you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and shazam, you're roma downey?")

references to real life phenomenon ("i don't wanna wake up missing a kidney in a bathtub full of ice" "try new mexico, i hear he’s on a tortilla")

these also often take the form of nicknames, and dean has a tendency to give people nicknames in general or call them something besides their given name, whether it’s affectionate or rude ("easy there, van damme" "so i’m girl interrupted" furthermore castiel = cas, ezekiel = zeke, etc, see also frequent use of "chucklehead" "asshat" and on the nicer/endearments end "buddy" "pal" "sunshine" etc)

an idiom ("a snowball's chance" "if it smells like a duck...")

slang ("drinking the koolaid" "jonesing for some hooch" not to mention the literal endless amount of words dean uses to refer to killing - gank, waste, juice, ice, etc)

a metaphor ("power up your batteries" "fly me back to my page on the calendar")

a euphemism ("cloud seeding" "i'd have given you an hour alone with her first")

sarcasm (his habit of replying "peachy" or "super" when asked how he is)

wordplay (see: the entire "vampirate" and "werepire" debacles)

completely nonsensical (guessing what happened to a magical artifact: "it was dug up by tomb raiders? it was seized by the king of the dead by warlords?")

said at lightning speed - if you pay attention, dean actually talks a LOT, usually a mile a minute (this makes me feel a way when you recall him being nonverbal for a year at age 4 but that’s another post)

slang IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE (casual usage of “guano,” etc)

a lie, a deflection, a joke, etc

or worse, something dean’s NOT saying, deliberately, because he’s one of the most repressed people on earth

the end result of all this being:

dean winchester is utterly infuckingcomprehensible. 

think about this. there's an ENTIRE SECTION on EVERY SINGLE EPISODE PAGE of the spn wiki devoted to JUST explaining dean's pop culture references, because the average viewer won't have seen everything he's talking about either. they have a whole page for this called “hunter’s lingo,” but honestly, it’s not all hunters, just sam and dean’s fucking batshit communication style. even i don't understand dean half the time. SAM gets it, sam speaks it back to dean a lot in the early seasons, but that's because sam and dean are 1. practically two halves of the same person 2. FREAKS. every time we get an episode that involves outsider POV is devoted to them going "what the fuck is WRONG with them?"

enter castiel. technically speaking, the show implies that angels are omnilingual. castiel should understand every language known to man, but knowing the meaning of words doesn't help him understand the following:

pop culture references

references to real life phenomenon

nicknames

idioms

slang

metaphors

euphemisms

sarcasm

wordplay

you get the idea.

listen to me. look me in the eyes. castiel cannot understand a single fucking word that comes out of dean's mouth. my guy laid a hand on dean winchester in hell and immediately fell in love with him and has no fucking idea what he's talking about ever. because not only is dean winchester's way of speaking CLINICALLY insane, and sometimes incomprehensible even to other human beings who are not sam, castiel is an angel, and someone prone to taking things even more literally than other angels do

go back and watch and watch seasons 4-5 especially. the reason cas does so much squinting and head tilting is because every time dean opens his mouth castiel has to open up his mental "dean winchester dictionary" and translate entire paragraphs on the fly, because again, dean never shuts up!

what makes this extra hilarious to me is this gem:

this line is from 5.13. at this point cas has known dean for AN ENTIRE YEAR AND A HALF. what you see here is my guy SNAPPING. cas made an EFFORT in this scene. he asked who glenn close was. he's telling dean that he can't understand him. he is doing his level best to have a normal conversation with this guy he has a crush on and for the life of him he cannot do it (equal but opposite energy to cas blowing up the gas station and motel room in 4.01, tbh)

yes, cas can understand dean's tone. he can use context clues, and he usually gets the general idea. and when cas DOES understand dean's jokes, he laughs at them. the first time we ever see him smile is during their 4.07 heart-to-heart when dean says "it was a witch, not the tet offensive." since cas has knowledge of human history, he knows what the tet offensive is; he got the joke, and he laughed.

but as far as actual dialogue goes, he consistently struggles to keep up. even after metatron gives castiel the pop culture knowledge in season 9, cas struggles to put it to put it to proper use (dean: "you wanna just walk right into the death star?" cas: "what does a fictional battle station have to do with this?"). whenever he asks dean to clarify it's always when he’s most annoyed, like most of the time he knows it would be futile but he's too annoyed to care. (dean: "i don't know who's on first, what's on second!" cas: "what IS second???") i’m pretty sure he spends seasons 4-6 wanting to shake dean by the shoulders and ask him why he is LIKE THIS. 

it takes cas - who, again, is omnilingual - YEARS to begin to acclimate to dean’s speech and start speaking that language back to him. it's season 8 before we start really hearing him use slang, season 9 before he begins to understand wordplay, season 10 before he starts using pop culture references (to other angels, who immediately fail to understand him, which disappoints him immensely), and season 11 before he really gets into metaphors. i don't remember what season he started using "yeah" instead of "yes" but i do know it took a really damn long time. 

and honestly, i don't think cas truly got the hang of it until at least season 11-12. that's something like 7 or 8 YEARS. it’s more than half the time they’ve known each other at the point of the series finale. 

so what's true romance, fellas? it's falling completely and totally in love with the most inexplicable person you will ever meet in your whole 4.5 billion year life, even though you have yet to understand a single thing he's ever said to you. thank you for coming to my ted talk

[spn masterpost]

[kekoma]

— kyotani as your boyfriend.

hmm~ this for the kyo simps. hope you enjoy.

mad dog go grr bark bark grr.

yeah that’s it. thanks for attending this ted talk <3

jk baby doesn’t bark (hopefully)

first of all, the relationship is completely shocking to his teammates since kyotani + dating = doesn’t add up.

like woah...? he was able to bag YOU, the most beautiful baby ever known to exist, so easily?!

they’re really calculating how it happened while kyo is like ‘heh yeah... that’s all mine. stay confused.’

how it started is mysterious especially with how different you two are personality wise (maybe) but overall the relationship is cool.

kentaro is definitely a tsundere. literally can’t convince me he isn’t that way and if you ask him... he’s not gonna respond to your question.

although i can add that he’s whipped for you.

now we know kyotani’s personality— a brash attitude and hot-temped, however, it’s obvious that he doesn’t keep it around you.

let’s keep in mind... you’re probably his first love so his main goal currently is keeping you.

bonus points for not finding him scary too.

kyo won’t openly admit it but he has a fear about losing you due to his ways regardless if you have an extremely soft personality or a tough one like his. he just can’t stand the thought of doing something wrong and having you slip from his grip so soon.

he’s really in love with you.

which brings me to mention that he’s a major softie whenever you’re around but the minute others appear— he’s already toughening up.

his team doesn’t need to see that side of him. just a flat out no.

especially when pda is involved.

and speaking of pda; you would think it’s over the top because you’re his love at least but nope.

in public, taro goes for very subtle skinship with you but occasionally he’ll kiss you when he’s about to go out on the court, you two are separating to go to different classes, going home and etc.

although he makes up for the lack of affection by joking with you/throw around playful insults or play fighting. 

“it’s the buzz cut with only two lines on each side for me.”

“it’s the constantly doing a peace sign when we take pictures together for instagram.”

“it’s the lack of eyebrows for me.”

“it’s the weird obsession for plushies on your bed and MINE for me.”

“it’s the way you look like an actual dog to me. give me a few barks and a growl boy.”

“....” kyotani has to hold himself back because he was tempted to bring up something that could really hurt you, but he doesn’t. instead he just shakes his head and gives a weird smirk.

and when it comes to play fighting; he’s constantly checking how much force he’s using because he is strong— if he smacks you hard enough then it may leave a bruise or maybe a hand mark.

however in private— he’s more affectionate. too affectionate.

kyo yarns to hold you in his arms. something about it makes him feel safe, as if he’s finally home.

especially when you’re staying over at his/he’s staying at yours and you end up falling asleep first. he’ll be cuddling you tight while planting the most gentle kisses ever on your face while mumbling how much he loves you.

probably won’t say it when you’re awake since the way your eyes lock onto his makes his heart start pounding more than before.

fun fact: when morning arrives and you attempt to leave his embrace to shower so you can start your day, kyo starts to groan about wanting you back in bed before complaining he was having the best dream while embracing you.

sometimes you have to lay back in bed especially if he was quick enough to grab a hold of your wrist to pull you back.

and if you do deny him then best believe he’ll either get up and bring you back or he’ll just follow you. pick your poison.

another fun fact: we all know he has a dog, yeah? well when kyotani first introduced you to his dog, he referred to you as ‘mom’ to his dog and ever since then... his dog hasn’t left you alone. it’s to the point it sometimes knocks you down whenever you come over due to excitement.

moving on— nicknames.

top ones are; babe/baby, bambi, cupcake, dork and little dove.

sometimes he calls you doll. the nickname isn’t used when he’s extra soft or anything— it just appears randomly.

 as for dates...

kyo is down to take you anywhere and everywhere if you ask. there’s no specific place he takes you. he just flows with what you want.

although if you end up passing Lawson then you gotta stop by and get the ‘kara age kun’ at least. 

but to wrap this up. kyotani is an amazing boyfriend who really tries his best for you. PLEASE LOVE THIS MAN <3

© all content belongs to kekoma 2020. do not repost, modify or translate.

[piratewithvigor]

I've been meaning to ask for ages, why is Bret Hart 'Space Dad'?

You know, I've been tagging all my Bret posts as Space Dad since July and you're the first one to ask

So, the way it began was back in June/July, I was making a big list of the wrestlers I liked/hated for the sake of a game I was playing with wrestling trading cards with @the--blackdahlia where she'd hold up a card and I would try to guess who it was by asking questions. The most frequently question I would ask is "Do I care about them?" and that was kind of a bad question, cause I had just started watching vintage Raw and had yet to find a way to watch present-day Raw, so a lot of my likes and dislikes were guys we hadn't really discussed.

My dislikes were well-known (Austin, The Miz, Charlotte and Luger are the big ones in the category), but my likes were a bit mysterious, so I decided to write up the list properly and include all my infantilizing nicknames for each of them in a borderline-unhealthy parasocial wrestling family.

All of my liked wrestlers got a title that I felt explained how I felt towards them. Taker was and still is and always will be my cherished and beloved husband. My sons were Daniel Bryan, Shane McMahon, and Cody Rhodes (listed originally as Stardust because this was WAY before I started watching AEW). Uncles included Ted DiBiase, Randy Savage, Razor Ramon and Bam Bam Bigelow. Edge, Christian and Becky Lynch were my cousins. Kane and Goldust were listed under "relatives who no one even knows how they're related".

Then came the parental figures.

Andre The Giant, due to being my first favourite wrestler (and the one who almost got me into this nonsense in 2018), was given the title of Dad

Watching the Roddy Piper biopic that had Taker's episode of Lost Treasures on after it was the benchmark date of my obsession (good ol April 25), so Roddy was given title of Godfather.

AJ Styles became my (now estranged, cause he's fighting with Riddle and Randy a lot) mother

And thus leaves Bret. Where does Bret fit in?

Well, Bret is absolutely daddy. When I first started appreciating his work, I wasn't thirsting just yet, so I wanted to give him a respectful title, but both father figures had been accounted for.

Now, if we detour for a moment to 2010, when the animated classic 'Megamind' was released. For a portion of the film, the titular character disguises himself as a sparkly, wise, trustworthy man who refers to himself as 'Space Dad'.

I trust you see where I'm going with this.

Space Dad is not actually a father, but a father figure. One who you're not related to, and would like to be, but you're not really sure how. Someone wise and calm and otherworldly with a little bit of sparkle and flair and some kind of outfit item that looks a little futuristic.

So Bret Hart got the tag of 'Space Dad' when I started actually tagging the posts with him.

I do not use my parasocial wrestling family list anymore and Bret is pretty much the only one who still consistently gets his nickname from it. If I were to re-write it now, I would have a significantly larger number of sons and quite likely a few daughters too, even though the womens' divisions don't resonate with me quite as much. If I had written the list when I was thirsting over Bret, he probably would have gotten a different name, but I'm too stubborn to start tagging things differently, which is why, even though I reblog a lot of Shawn, he still only gets the generic 'WWE' tag

[popsunner]

Some of y’all have asked about the discord, so here we go fellas, an incomplete list of all the fools I post about constantly (these are mostly just the most active members):

@cubedleo: Leo They/He “Very gay, Ace’s bestest friend in the whole wide world, bad at minecraft and you should come watch me on twitch :)"

@bonesy-doodles: Bones She/They “agender lesbian, artist and new Minecraft streamer, cursed with godly knowledge but also an idiot with no brain cells, Bone Collector and now Bone God”

@weareallstardustfallen: Charlie/Rain/Riot They/Them “My sexuality is “ew no but also girls but also ew no” and i am a dumbass with adhd so don’t ask me to retain information for more than thirty seconds. obsessed with dc to an unreasonable extent, passable at writing, i make questionable decisions 24/7”

@bogcrawler: Willow They/Them “i am the worlds biggest headache (ace can back me up on that point) [no she can not -Ace] and a fun fact is that half of my ears are pointy! (that’s right! one whole elf ear!)”

@bananasofthorns: Eros He/Him “Eros: aka Banana, aka the most respected bitch on the server; my music taste is my best quality, followed by my half-satirical god complex"

@zerobraincellz Lluvia/Ame She/They “Evilest Bitch on the Server (Ace can confirm [ye- Ace]), Has 4 enemies and is always looking for more so please hit them up. Customer Reviews: "Good enemy 10/10 really makes me remindmewhyimadethisserver some times", "Big Cool".”

@mysticmallows: Koi ey/em xe/xem ae/aer they/them “Hey!! I'm an aroace enby. I love to draw!! I'm the baby of the server but you might not realize it when meeting me. I post my art on Instagram @ superultraflames if you want to know something specific about me feel free to ask me!!”

@gatagamer2002: Tera She/They “18 years old, 5′8 ft tall. I’m asexual and I think demipanromantic. Still questioning my gender but for now I identify as genderfluid (she/her/they/them) The so called Nana of the server! Pez is my bestie and brain cell buddy!”

@pessimisticpandering: Pez They/Them “idk I'm gay? But we been knew. At one point I assigned a majority of the discord a bird. did I mention I like birds? oh yeah Tera and I share a briancell and may be besties but since they ain't telling me what they did for their intro I declare them fake and now claim custody of the brain cell”

@rainydayballads: Jonah He/They “"Bonsoir, my lovely rodents. I am jojo. I am turning 16 very soon. I'm a friend of Ace and I love her very much because she is awesome. I make a lot of art and pretend to have my shit together. Drink water you heathens."

@paroladesueta: Ace He/They “Ace, Virgilio, Hans of the Southern isles, best doppelganger ever, you name it, it's my new nickname. Italian. Can do the Mario voice (I'll be happy to do it for you). Poet. I love to bully Ace over the dudebro post because it has to haunt us bot. CEO of thinking I was cis while saying stuff like "I would look great with a beard”. CEO of being deep down a dumb lesbian. Y'all gay, thank you for coming to my Ted talk”

[missmonsters2]

A Cat-astrophe, Speak More

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: Wanda doesn’t seem to understand what she has. You wouldn’t say she’s neglecting you, but you need her to understand that you’ve got choices, okay? So, post-winning and taking down a villain, Wanda gets the aftermath. Now as a feline, she’s beginning to realize maybe the two of you talk too little.

[In which, Wanda gets turned into a cat & realizes she’s got competition]

Warnings: Potentially a crack!fic lmfao

Genre: Fluff/humor/romance

Notes: HAPPY 200 FOLLOWERS! Seriously, I’ve just started this account over from scratch, so I’m amazed we’ve reached this point already. Thank you to everyone who likes, comments, and follows! I’ve been drowning in too much angst lately, and this cute thing popped into my mind. Please enjoy :) 

P.S. ya’ll know Wanda would be the most majestic cat you’ve ever goddamn seen. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“You know, I’ve seen weirder shit.”

Natasha and Tony bickered a little more while everyone was huddled around Wanda. The new height difference was making Wanda jittery, it was like giants crowding around her. 

“Guys, back up a bit,” Steve said while putting his arms out to give Wanda some space.

Wanda felt her shoulders relax as she sat upright.

“So, this is happening,” Clint said, eyeing the fur.

“Wanda got turned into a cat.”

A small mewl could be heard.

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“You can fix this, right?” Natasha asked, looking at Bruce. He was eyeing Wanda with a squint as he circled around her with his hand on his chin.

“I mean...I can try...” Bruce said, a little unsure. It’s not like he had encountered his problem before. 

Steve sighed as he watched Wanda stretch her legs. “Well, we interrogated the guy. He’s claiming that nothing can fix it, but it would wear off on its own. He kept saying he didn’t know how long it would last.”

Natasha pursed her lips but had to accept the answer. She bent down, stroking Wanda’s head while the witch looked thoroughly unhappy but let Natasha do as she wished.

“This is troubling. Should we tell your girlfriend?” Natasha asked.

Wanda had been dating you for six months now. She had told you she was an Avenger and was basically on the run about two months ago.

You took the news relatively pretty good.

Wanda meowed her objections to tell you, shaking her head as she did. The last thing she wanted to do was make you worried about her. 

Still...

She kept meowing over and over while Natasha scrunched her eyebrows together, trying to discern what it was her teammate wanted.

“Girlfriend?”

Wanda meowed and nodded her head.

“Don’t tell,” Natasha clarified.

Wanda meowed and nodded her again.

“Did you...want to see her?” Natasha guessed, eyes flittering over as Wanda’s tag swayed back and forth on the ground. 

Wanda meowed happily, standing on all four paws.

“What? No way,” Steve said. “That’s too dangerous.”

“Oh, hush, grandpa,” Natasha said as she opened her hands for Wanda to come in so she could carry her. “If anything, Wanda will be fine with her girlfriend. Everyone in this compound is too damn nosy, anyways. It’ll keep her out of sight.”

“Oh? And what do you propose when Wanda turns back into herself while she’s with her girlfriend?”

“That doesn’t sound like a me problem,” Natasha said, looking at Wanda in her arms. 

Wanda opened her mouth again, but then closed it.

She’ll figure it out later. 

“Come on, Wanda. Let’s drop you off,” Natasha says, turning away and walking off with the fluff of fur in her arms.

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You were in the middle of working on your paper when you heard knocking on your door.

You took your glasses off, rubbing your eyes a little bit before heading over to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised since it was so late.

“Natasha,” you greeted as she gave you a half-smile. “What are you doing here? Where’s Wanda?”

“Wanda got assigned a no-contact mission, it’s indefinite at the meantime,” she said easily, and you nodded, still unsure what she was doing here.

Your eyes traveled down to the cat in her arms.

“Anyway,” Natasha says, bringing your attention back to her. “I need you to look after this little she-devil. Your landlord lets you have pets, right?”

You scrunch your eyebrow together looking at the cat again who’s swishing her tail and looking at you. 

“Uh, I mean, yes, but--”

“Great!” Natasha says, passing the cat over into your arms. She meows disgruntedly, and you swear she glares at Natasha. “It’s just temporary. It can’t stay at the compound at the moment. She already ate. I’ll come back for her later, thanks.”

Without saying anything else, Natasha left your front step, and you were alone with the cat. You looked down at her as she was cradled in your arms, purring and swishing her tail back and forth lazily.

“Okay?” You said more to yourself, going back into your place and shutting the door behind you. You set the cat down, and she walked around your house as if she’s already been there.

You go into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and putting water in it before setting it down. The cat comes over, looking in the bowl, but then looks at you, not drinking.

“What?” You ask but internally roll your eyes because it’s not like the cat will answer you. 

The cat just stares at you before meowing.

“Um,” you say, still not sure what she wants. Maybe she’s just not thirsty?

The cat sticks its paw into the water delicately and then presses its paw to you. 

You’re weirded out.

This is what Wanda does every time you give her water without ice, except she sticks her finger in and flicks it at you.

“Ice...?” You ask, almost unsure because you seem crazy. The cat meows again. 

You confusedly open the fridge and get some ice, plopping a couple of it into her bowl. She waits a few moments, and you’re convinced you’re crazy for sure. 

But then, the cat starts drinking from the bowl.

This is so weird.

But it was just a coincidence...right?

“You’re kind of picky,” you mumble, and the cat looks at you, licking her lips.

“I’m going to call you Princess,” you say, and you swear the cat grins at you, but you’re convinced that you’ve just stayed up too long doing this paper.

You stand up, mumbling to yourself and resolving to go to sleep.

Wanda watches you as you retire to your room. She walks around a little, checking out the whole place and satisfied when everything is in order. Going to the table and jumping up onto it, she sees you’ve been working on a paper. 

Wanda internally smiles. You were always so cute when you were working hard.

Then your phone starts to buzz, she looks towards the room, but you’ve already knocked out. 

Wanda stretches her neck over, trying to see who was texting you.

Just out of curiosity is all. 

She sees it’s from Brian, your TA.

You’ve set your phone to show who the text is from, but not the actual contents, always saying that it distracts you when you’re doing other things. You get tempted to read what they’ve said and ended up not doing any work.

Wanda sighs, leaving it as is. She’s not about to snoop into your privacy.

Licking her lips again, she wonders what she can do since she wasn’t tired yet.

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You start to stir when you smell a familiar scent of cinnamon and dry leaves, thinking that maybe Wanda has already returned.

You opened your eyes to see the cat lying next to your head, awake and purring. The cat seems to notice that you’ve woken and licks your brow bone. 

You make an unidentifiable sound, turning fully over and pressing your face against the cat’s soft fur.

Seriously, this is the fluffiest cat you’ve ever seen. She was majestic.

You chuckle softly, albeit a little depressedly at the same time.

“Wow, morning kisses? I never get those. You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”

You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see Wanda’s face contort in confusion at your comment. 

Did she really never give you good morning kisses?

You sigh a little tiredly. You wished you could go back to sleep, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. You slowly got up, your dainty sleeping shirt falling off one shoulder as you did. 

Wanda licked her lips.

“C’mon, princess,” you say, your voice slightly hoarse from just waking up. “Let’s find some breakfast.”

You get up, starting your morning routine while Wanda follows you around the house. You think it’s a little strange, people tell you cats are...particular creatures.

This one seems to be very affectionate.

Or obsessed with you.

You were fine with that. Not like you were exactly getting any attention from the person you wanted.

This cat was extremely fussy. She didn’t want to eat anything you thought a cat would eat. She seemed to want to eat what you did. After researching on Google to make sure what you were giving her wasn’t going to kill her, you gave in.

“This is why you’re called Princess. You’re fussy. Kind of like my girlfriend.”

If cats could look affronted, you would say her face right now looked exactly like that. 

To Wanda, this wasn’t anything new. You’ve teased her about it before, which was where the nickname came from...amongst other things.

Still, she meowed at you, enjoying your chuckle as she did.

You decided to go out for a bike ride this morning. The weather was beautiful, and your friend wasn’t coming over until later, so why not?

Your bike had a basket that you could put her in. 

The only thing was...

You walked off, rummaging through some drawers while Wanda tilted her head. 

You came back with a thick red ribbon and a tag from one of the general art classes you took. Squiggling some words on the tag, you hooked an extra keychain ring around it before looping the ribbon around it.

The cat was surprisingly very cooperative while you put on her makeshift collar.

It had her name on it and then your name and contact number in case she decided to run off.

You’re sure Natasha wouldn’t appreciate you losing the cat.

“There we go,” you mumble, straightening out the bow before gently stroking her face at her whiskers.

Wanda purred, hopping into your arms as you placed her in your basket, setting off.

The day was incredibly beautiful. The two of leisurely biked through the park, enjoying the gentle breeze and crisp air.

Wanda sat upright with her paws on the edge of the basket, the wind blowing through her whiskers and fur.

This was nice, she thought. She rarely got to spend time with you like this.

She supposed it wasn’t completely awful to have been turned into a cat. 

It was going well until someone called your name, bringing you to a slow stop in front of a flower cart. There stood a guy, maybe early 20s, just younger than you.

“Hi, Jacob,” you greeted easily. “How’s your dad?”

“Oh, uh, he’s been doing good. Might be able to make it back to the shop soon,” Jacob stuttered lightly.

Wanda watched as the two of you made small talk, the entire thing making her slightly irritated as she watched Jacob shyly lifted his muscled arm to scratch the back of his head with a boyish smile.

It made it worse when Wanda caught a glimpse of his loud thoughts that his father was actually just fine, and he begged his dad to work here just a little longer to see you in the mornings.

You had to have noticed it, right? This boy clearly had a crush on you.

“So,” Jacob said, grabbing a yellow daffodil from his cart. “This is for you, thought it might suit you.”

You grabbed the flower with a smile, smelling it. “Thanks, that’s really sweet of you.”

Wanda has had enough. 

She starts meowing.

Loudly.

And repeatedly.

It draws the attention of both of you to her, irritating Wanda even more that it seemed like Jacob just noticed there was a creature there with you.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a cat,” Jacob said, lifting his giant hand in an attempt to pet her. Wanda backed her head, immediately hissing at him.

Jacob yanked his hand back quickly, looking at you.

You only smiled sheepishly.

“Uh, yeah,” You say, “I just got her. She doesn’t like to be touched by strangers...I guess.”

Jacob just nods, looking at the cat again and he swears that it’s glaring at him as it meows and hisses. 

“Well,” you say, “I got to go now, but it was nice seeing you.”

Without waiting for Jacob’s reply, you use your foot to push off the ground, setting off again.

The moment you left, the meowing stopped. Wanda rolled her eyes as you placed the flower in the basket next to her, keeping it at a slanted angle as the top leaned out the basket.

She waited until you had picked up enough pace before using her paw to push the flower out of the basket. At the speed you were going, you ended up running over it when it fell under your wheel.

“Princess!” You scolded, but she merely turned around looking at you with her big eyes, and you couldn’t even stay mad.

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It was weird, Wanda thought.

There always seemed to be someone who stopped her girlfriend along the way, wanting to say hi to you.

Or give you a free bagel. A free coffee. A free animal balloon.

She was so close to clawing out the barista who so openly flirted with you, scribbling her number on your coffee sleeve.

It made her even more annoyed when you didn’t throw the sleeve out...even if holding the coffee would burn your hand. 

You had to have noticed, right? 

Was it always like this?

Wanda tried to think back to all the times she’s been with you. The only thing was that even though you’ve been dating for six months, being an Avenger kept her busy most of the time. 

When she did have time, she wanted to keep your company all to herself, locked in the bedroom, feeling your skin against hers.

There were a couple times you went out together, but it was never like this. Was it because she was a human, holding your hand?

Maybe being a cat wasn’t all great. 

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By the time the two of you got home, Wanda clung to you. You settled on the couch, opting to watch movies and TV shows for the rest of the afternoon while Wanda rested against your stomach, purring. 

“You are a strange cat,” you murmured to yourself as you stroked her fur. She nuzzled her head against your stomach, finding herself falling asleep. 

It wasn’t until dinner time that you got up, forcing Wanda to get off of you disgruntedly as you walked into the kitchen to start dinner.

Halfway through, the doorbell rang. 

Wanda tilted her head, wondering who could be at the door. She hadn’t met any of your friends, really just soaking up your company alone when she did have time off. 

She kept telling herself that she would get around to it eventually, but eventually just hasn’t come yet.

“Hey, girl,” a tall blonde greets as she comes through the door.

“Hey, Emily,” you greet with a smile, pulling her into a brief hug before helping her with the bags she brought.”

You head back to the kitchen, resuming your cooking as Emily walks through, tussling her hair lightly.

Her eye catches Wanda, who is sitting on the kitchen island, not too far from you.

“Oh?” She drawls curiously. “When did you get a cat?”

“Not mine, just watching her for a friend. I call her Princess.” You cut up some vegetables before throwing it in the pan. 

Emily hums, debating whether or not to pet the cat, but she opts not to. If she wants to be pet by her, she’ll come.

Dinner is served, and Wanda eats hers lazily, listening to the conversation you were having with your friend.

It wasn’t really anything she was interested in.

Standard catching up, plans over the break they were on currently, idle gossip in their friend group.

After dinner, the girls moved over to the couch, turning on a TV show but not quite paying attention. Wanda trotted over, placing herself next to you with her head resting in your lap, greedily soaking up the soft scratches you were giving on her head between her ears.

It wasn’t until Emily brought up a particular subject that Wanda’s head whizzed up.

“So,” Emily says, sipping on her wine as she finished her dinner. “Guess who is single again?”

“Who?” You ask, not really caring but indulging for Emily’s sake.

“Dylan,” Emily says with a smirk.

You narrowed your eyes a bit, scrunching your brows. The new did surprise you a bit.

“Really? Shit, he’s like a serial dater. That man hasn’t been single for longer than a week. Every time he dates, he dates them for a long ass time,” you comment, your eyes glued to the TV screen. 

Emily nodded. 

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Well, some of us were hanging out the other day, and he was looking to get your number, actually. He definitely wanted to know your situation.”

You finally turn over to Emily with a brow raised. “And you told him that I’m not single, right?”

“I told him what I thought: I think you’re not single.”

“Why would you tell him that?” You groan.

Emily shrugged, “because that’s what I think, girl.”

“We are so not going through this again, Em,” You groan again. 

Wanda is now sitting upright, alarmed at what she was hearing.

What were you not going through again?

This was a conversation that has come up before?

“Hey, I’m just saying this mysterious girlfriend of yours has yet to show herself. I’m beginning to think you’ve made her up.” Emily raises her hand with the glass of wine in it slightly higher to show she means no harm.

You sigh, lulling your head back onto the couch. 

“She’s very real. She’s just...busy.” The way you said it made Wanda look at you. What did that tone mean?

“Alright,” Emily concedes. “Let’s say she is real--”

“She is.”

Emily gives you a look. “If she’s real, based on what you’ve told me, it doesn’t really sound like she’s investing that much time in you other than in the bedroom.”

Wanda would look so affronted if she could, only able to drop her jaw a little without drawing attention to herself. 

Wanda looks to you even more affronted when you’re not saying in objection to that.

You simply shrug your shoulders. “I don’t mind that she wants to spend all our time in bed.”

Wanda isn’t sure if happy you feel that way or heavy-hearted that you’re essentially confirming to other people that she has no other interests in you outside bedroom activities.

“Does she even know what’s going on in your life outside of work or school?”

Wanda wants to scoff. Of course she does! She’s your girlfriend.

But then moments pass and Wanda is drawing a blank.

Shit, does she know?

You shrug in response to Emily.

“Like,” Emily says, pausing for a moment to think. “Does she know that Annalise from your Psych 4401 is seriously so obsessed with you? Like, I’m pretty sure she’s this close to following you home.”

Emily pinches her index finger and thumb together, leaving the tiniest space in between to emphasis her point.

Wanda immediately panics, eyes wide as she puts her paw on your thigh.

Who?!

“Or how Derek from your general studies class sticks a flower to your locker every day?”

“That one isn’t confirmed it’s him, no one knows,” you defend weakly. 

“I saw him do it the last day before the break actually,” Emily rolls her eyes.

Wanda’s mind is reeling.

Who are all these people? Why are they hitting on her girlfriend?

“You know why they keep doing that?” Emily asks, and you don’t even want to answer her.

“It’s because you mention you have a girlfriend and no one has met or even seen said girlfriend. They totally think you’re lying and playing hard to get.” Emily says even though you hadn’t bothered asking her why.

You simply shrug again, “I don’t really know what else to do. I really do have a girlfriend.”

Emily drops the subject after and the rest of the night is filled with chatter about different things and binge-watching TV shows.

That night after Emily left and you went to bed, Wanda trotted after you, hopping into bed as she rested on the pillow next to your head.

She purred you to sleep, occasionally licking the side of your forehead. Eventually, she nuzzled her own face against yours, trying to cuddle you up as much as she could.

Wanda really hopes that tomorrow morning when she wakes, she’ll be human again.

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Wanda doesn’t turn back the next day.

She is thoroughly disappointed.

You woke up again to the smell of cinnamon and dry leaves. It really disorientates you because you keep thinking you’re going to wake up to your girlfriend with you, but she’s not. 

You get up after lightly falling back asleep for another 20 minutes. 

The day starts off as usual, though you did find your cat wanted more of your attention than usual (usual being the 3 days you’ve had her now).

You get changed into more appropriate clothing, putting your hair up in a messy bun as Wanda watches you with curiosity. 

You had your TA, Brian, coming over today to help you with your paper. It was assigned to you over the break, and there were just a couple things that you needed help with.

As your TA, Brian was more than happy to help.

Just after lunch, Brian showed up at your door. He was tall, had a toned body that showed through his well-fitted long-sleeved shirt, mussed hair, and a strong jawline. He wore glasses and gave you a boyish grin.

Wanda already didn’t like him.

In fact, she decided that she hated him.

The two of you sat on your couch together while Wanda hovered by you closely. 

He read over your paper, pointing a few things out that you could improve. You asked your questions, and he gave his opinions.

You bit your thumb lightly as you stared at your paper, strands of your hair falling softly out of your bun, framing your face.

You were beautiful, Wanda thought.

And clearly, Brian thought so too with the way he gazed at you without you even realizing.

She didn’t even mean to, really. 

But then she heard his thoughts about how perfect you are. He was wheedling on whether or not to ask you out. 

Wanda has had enough after hearing that. She’s maybe a goddamn cat, but there’s no way she can just sit there while someone is trying to put their moves on you right in front of her.

She immediate crawls into your lap, forcing her way between your arms as she stands up on her hind legs, putting her front paws on your shoulder. Wanda leans her furry little face in and begins to lick at your face.

“Princess!” You shout, caught off guard by your cat’s sudden affection.

Brian is looking at the exchange, heart warmed at first by scene, but then the cat looks at him, and he gets that feeling like he’s being warned to stay away. 

So, Wanda is using her powers to project her thoughts onto the guy, but how else was she going to send him a message. It wasn’t like she could tell him in words to back off.

You try to pet her to calm her down, but she doesn’t seem like she’s going to be stopping any time soon. It was definitely weird for you, but you didn’t really think of anything of it.

Until she lightly bit your nose affectionately before licking the corner of your mouth. You end up having to pick her up in your arms, holding her away from your face as you cradle her. 

“Sorry,” you apologize to Brian. “Strangely, I think she’s obsessed with me.”

Brian just laughs, “Don’t worry, I totally get her feelings.”

Wanda wants to roll her eyes and gag. 

You just laugh off the comment, not really sure what to say to that. 

You’ve got all the help you needed for your paper, and Brian seems to take notice of that.

He stands up, thinking about how maybe he could ask if you wanted to go have coffee right now or go for dinner later.

But every time he opens his mouth, Wanda yowls. 

When she stops, he opens his mouth again, but then she yowls before he can say anything. 

He stares at the cat, she stares right back at him.

He opens his mouth as a test, but she slightly opens her jaw too, and he snaps his mouth closed.

You are nearly dying of embarrassment at your cat’s strange behavior.

“Sorry,” you say to Brian to grab his attention. “She was fine yesterday with Emily. I’m starting to think she might not like men.”

You recall this happened when you were speaking with Jacob. Wanda internally scoffs. 

Not just men, she thinks. She’ll have plenty of problems if this Annalise ever shows up.

Brian just awkwardly chuckles and tells you it’s okay. 

“I’ll see you back in class,” he says, glancing one more time at the glaring cat and leaves.

Once he’s gone, you adjust your hold to under her front legs, while the rest of her body dangles.

“Oh my god, Princess!” You groan. “You’re such a troublemaker!”

Wanda meows at you, trying to tell you how dissatisfied she is with all these people hovering over like they’re about to snatch you. 

You put her down, thinking back to when she bit your nose.

When you and Wanda were in bed, she would bite your nose lightly before kissing the corner of your mouth if you were being particularly naughty for whatever reason, and she was giving you a warning that you were in trouble.

The ice in her water bowl, the scent of cinnamon and dry leaves, and now this?

The coincidences were starting to pile up too high.

“You know,” you say at you stare at your cat suspiciously. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re actually Wanda trapped in a cat’s body.”

You notice your cat actually tense.

“Shit? Really? What the fuck!” You exclaim, wondering if you have actually gone batshit insane. 

“Is it actually you, Wanda?” You ask, feeling incredibly stupid for asking a cat.

But then your cat actually looks nervous, batting her eyes to the side, ears flattened to her head.

“Oh my fuc--Where’s my phone?” You turn around to look for your phone, finding it on the counter as you grab it aggressively and dial.

“Hey. Is the cat giving you trouble?” Natasha picks up on the other line, knowing it’s you.

“Natasha...I’m just going to ask this once, and if I find out later you’re lying, I’ll tell Clint about that one time I caug--”

“Whoa, hold it right there! Jesus, I regret training you on blackmail,” Natasha says over the phone, mumbling the end part.

“The cat you dropped off--is that my girlfriend?” You ask straight off.

There’s silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

“There may have been a mishap after we defeated our last threat,” Natasha says finally.

You curse loudly.

“On the bright side, it’ll wear off on its own. Supposedly. The downside, we just don’t know when. Bruce is working on it if it takes too long, though. Wanda just didn’t want to worry you,” Natasha says the end so softly in the tone you just hate when she’s trying to reason with you.

“Oh, we’re past worried now,” you say, hanging up the phone. You turn around, and it’s like Wanda visibly gulped at seeing your expression.

“What the hell!” You immediately say to your girlfriend who still has her ears flattened, and tail close to her body. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were a cat! Do you know how incredibly invasive you’ve been in the past couple of days? Especially with the conversation with Emily yesterday. Not cool.”

Wanda looks scolded and goddamn, you have to hold your ground because it’s that much harder when she has such a cute face right now.

She gets up, shuffling over to you as she stops at your feet, nuzzling her head against your legs, and meows like she’s apologizing.

You roll your eyes because fuck, that’s so cute and totally not fair.

Resolving to not say any more about it, not because you’re not mad, but because there’s no point in arguing with your girlfriend who can’t even speak doesn’t seem productive.

“Don’t think this is over,” you warn her. 

Wanda is relieved she’s escaped fighting for now. 

The rest of the day, you try to carry on as usual. It’s super weird, you’re not even sure how to handle it.

It’s not like you can continue to treat her as you were.

You try to make conversation with her, asking only yes or no questions so she can nod or shake her head.

By the time bedtime comes, Wanda isn’t sure if she should follow you like she has been the last couple of nights. 

She sits pitifully on the ground, a couple feet away from your room as you walk past the door.

Wanda thinks maybe she’ll try to sleep on the couch tonight, but then she sees you pop your head out your door.

“Are you coming?” You ask. 

Wanda grins happily, getting up, and trotting into your room.

The two of you settle in your comfortable positions. Wanda decides she’ll behave tonight and keep her paws to herself.

It’s quiet.

The night was settling in.

But it felt like neither of you could sleep.

“I feel like...maybe we should talk about what Emily said the other night,” you say, breaking the silence as you turn over, and face your girlfriend.

“I guess,” you say at first, “it doesn’t really bother me at first that all we do is spend time physically connecting, not so much emotionally connecting.”

Wanda is silent, letting you say your piece.

Not like she could say anything herself.

“But now, I guess I want to hear your voice more, and not when you’re just panting my name or making your incredibly attractive sex sounds. I would like to hear you talk about your day, or how work was, or if something was bothering you.”

You stared into Wanda’s big blue eyes as you spoke.

“It would be incredibly nice to have you in other parts of my life. There’s quite a lot of other people who are looking to do that,” you mumbled.

Wanda scrunches her nose up. Oh, she was quite aware now about how many people wanted to steal her position.

“I really miss you.”

Wanda internally sighed as she moved her head over to nuzzle the top of your head. She moved her face lower and began to lick your cheek.

You closed your eyes, but when Wanda started licking closer to your mouth, you drew the line.

“Stop it, I’m not a furry.”

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Wanda had waited until you fell asleep, watching you as your breathing slowed.

She was both happy and sad when you told her those things.

Wanda wanted those things too.

Maybe she does talk too little with you. 

That’s her own fault, though.

Perhaps she was too scared to try to get intimate with you in a different way. 

So, maybe she did try to keep it physical mostly. Kept putting off meeting your friends. Giving you only the intimacy that required no words.

Skin on skin is easy.

Soul to soul is scary.

But she ready to be scared now. 

She doesn’t want to not be able to talk to you. She is realizing how important words can be. There’s only so much she could do with everything else. 

Wanda stays awake the entire night.

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You wake up to the smell of cinnamon and dry leaves.

A soft, warm hand is pressed to your cheek as you wake, lips dragging over your own.

Wanda is completely naked, the red ribbon still tied around her neck with her name tag hanging. 

“I love you,” Wanda says, grinning as she did.

“I wanted to say that more than anything. I want to meet your friends, visit you at school, talk about our days, talk about anything. I just want to be in all the parts of your life you let me be in, and for everyone to know that.”

Your eyes immediately water as you smile widely, burrowing yourself in her arms as Wanda kisses your shoulder.

The two of you talk endlessly about mundane things as you make breakfast together.

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Wanda is very dedicated to making sure everyone in your life knows she exists, and you are hers.

Your friends are incredibly happy for you that you didn’t have an imaginary girlfriend, except Dylan, maybe.

She bikes with you when you stop by Jacob’s flower cart, buying you gardenias, and telling you she’ll plant them in the garden of the house you’ll one day buy together.

She gives her name to the daring barista for her drink as, ‘Her Girlfriend,’ with a deadpan look.

Wanda comes to visit you at school, walking you to class hand in hand, obnoxiously kissing you in front of Brian. 

She briefly met Annalise, eyes glowing red for a brief second as a warning.

Wanda still spends a dedicated amount of time to worship your body, make no mistake.

But she makes sure she talks to you about her day, her dreams, her fears, and all the mundane things in between.

It’s her absolute favorite.

[lunasantcs]

hi hi! it me, leonie ( mariangels mun ), with my second muse luna! unlike mari who’s a total lawful good, luna is more of a mixture of chaotic good and chaotic neutral who’s very much just starting out in life because her mom’s a cray cray rich lady. more on that below, pals. feel free to leave a LIKE and i’ll come to you for plots! OR! feel free to message me on discord at ( emeravdes#9932 ) since i’m not in the gc bc i get overwhelmed very easily. thanks for coming to my ted talk & feel free to read this ridiculously long essay i’ve come up with. <3 @frostfordstart​

TW: MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE

full name: luna raquel santos

nicknames: lu, lulu or raquel (but only her grandparents call her that bc they hate the fact that her parents named her luna lol)

birthday: april 30th

current age: twenty six

sexuality: bisexual, panromantic

personality (+): benevolent, adventurous, free spirited, appreciative, energetic, fun loving

personality (-): sheltered, reckless, outspoken, stubborn, envious, attention seeking

luna was born and raised in frostford to yuliana and marcos santos - both of which are of brazilian roots but their families have been living in the us for decades. her family is rich rich and it stems back for a few decades. don’t ask me how they made their fortune because i actually have no clue as of right now. we working on it.

she was the youngest child and only daughter to yuliana and marcos which meant that she was instantly their pride and joy. their princess. their doll. 

she has two older brothers - jax (32) and santiago (35) - who love their little sister to pieces and have never really been a big fan of the way their mother treats luna,

INCOMING MOMMY ISSUES

yuliana was the kind of girl that wanted to be in pageants growing up but her family never allowed her the chance because they valued education over anything that had to do with glamour despite having the money to blow on the fancy aspects. so! the moment yuliana found out that she was having a daughter, she was ECSTATIC. she could finally get to live the life of pageants that her parents robbed her of and she was thriving.

so comes my baby luna

from the moment she was born, her mother had her in fancy dresses and from the moment that she could walk, yuliana made sure that her daughter could perfect the pageant walk before she could perfect walking like a normal human being. if she did something right, she’d drown luna in affection. if she did something wrong, she’d scowl and tell her to do it again. often times this resulted in her crying - especially when she was still a toddler.

over the course of her childhood, she continued with the pageant life and slowly it became something that she lived and breath. she felt like it was the best way to connect with her mother and a part of her really did have a love for the whole ordeal. for a while. by the time she was eight, her mother essentially had the picture perfect pageant girl and she’d completely forgotten that this girl also needed love and a mother to help her through life.

but her dad? a sweetheart, a gem, the most affectionate dad that she could have ever asked for and she loves him to pieces. calls him every single day. or texts. santos fam group chat is her, marcos, jax, santiago, and her maternal grandparents. ANYWAYS! WE CONTINUE!

despite yuliana’s instance that her kids go to private school, her parents convinced her to just send her kids to public school because it would offer the kids a chance to actually get to know people around town that weren’t in their parents circle of rich idiots. this was luna’s saving grace. in school, she made genuine friendships and she finally found a sense of comfort. 

not that that lasted long because yuliana was instantly up her ass telling her that those kids from school weren’t real friends and that she had to focus on her priorities aka pageants. only pageants. always PAGEANTS. so... that’s exactly what luna did. 

can you tell that her mom is a demon yet? ‘cause we got more!

moving on to high school! things were essentially always the same. luna would go to school, live her life, make some friends but eventually she’d lose said friends because of her mom or because luna put up a wall since she knew that she’d lose them anyways. 

she was in a car accident with her older brother jax when she was sixteen which resulted in her missing a pageant which made yuliana BIG MAD. 

it was in her senior year of high school that yuliana set luna up with one of her friends sons and essentially forced her to be in a relationship with someone she had no connection w/at all. 

she dated this person for a while (again, to make her MOM happy, not herself) up until her mother started talking about getting married which was when luna was like LOL ABORT MISSION and broke up w/the dude. did she like him? sure. but she wasn’t going to get married after high school. no thanks. 

yuliana, naturally, was furious. got mad. was mad for a while. oscar the grouch mad 24/7.

THEN CAME COLLEGE! LUNA WAS FINALLY FREE! well... not really because her mother picked her school for her as well as her major; columbia university with a major in business. why? because she knew people who worked at the school that would be able to keep an eye out on her daughter. 

SOMEHOW? luna still managed to find a sense of freedom the moment she stepped foot onto campus and was away from her mother. she was studying something she hated but she finally could live a life where she didn’t feel like she had to constantly please her mother or worry about falling out of line. it felt amazing.

this was where she discovered hook ups and friends w/benefits and BOI OH BOI was she thriving!

it was in her senior year of college that she had a long talk with her grandparents about what she wanted for herself and where she saw herself going. they wanted what was best for her and that meant getting her out from their own childs clutches who only saw luna as someone to parade around. it took her a while but the words from the talk stayed with luna until she was twenty two and she finally stood up for herself and told her mother NO MAS. 

yuliana was like BITCH WHAT but luna was like YOU HEARD ME even though it was a bit less... blunt that i just made it seem. 

at twenty two, she stopped competing in pageants and went off on an adventure to europe with her grandparents. her grandparents were really only with her for a month as they settled them into a nice place in italy but after that, she was finally happy. 

she lived in italy and traveled around europe until she was twenty five which was when she moved back to frostford because she missed her grandparents, dad and older brothers. when she moved back, her grandparents helped her find a cute little home and she even got herself a red husky named kida - since she’d never been allowed to have a pet before in her life. 

her dad still gives luna anything and everything she could ever want bc we stan a man who watches out for his child but luna also wants to make a life for herself outside of her parents money so she went and got a job. it was harder than she expected but she finally was willing to get one thanks to june diaz so now she’s a waitress at the whole enchilada and has been since she got back a solid year ago. 

did i mention she’s been back one year? i feel like i should have mentioned it somewhere above but oh whale. 

her new found freedom (its new even after four years OKAY) has also left her with a bit of a reckless streak. she is, in fact, a lot to handle at times and there’s other times where she falls back into that docile behavior her mom basically morphed into her. so... yeah!

FUN FACTS!

she wanted to be a cheerleader in high school but her mother was like NOT ON MY WATCH YOUNG LADY

her very first shift working at the whole enchilada resulted in her accidentally dropping a customers food on the floor and getting yelled at which resulted in her hiding in the bathroom to cry

she’s fluent in english, portugese, italian and french

she’s a flirty drunk which means she will probs try to get w/you if she’s drunk. unless you’re taken bc she knows her boundaries and she says NO to taken men. 

anything she does regarding men is mainly to spite her mother bc she doesn’t really think she’s capable of falling in love. thanks to her mom basically making her feel worthless all her life :)

she’s a harry potter nerd and spiritually identifies as hufflepuff with slytherin tendencies even though pottermore told her 12 times that she is, in fact, a gryffindor. but she refuses to accept that. nope. not happening. 

her hair is currently dyed a lavender purple. it’s almost always lavender purple. just assume it’s that color 24/7 lol. 

CONNECTIONS!

i put together a wanted connections page for luna but it’s probs gonna get reworked like... two more times because i’m a perfectionist and am obsessed with providing too much detail. too much for my own good imma be hoe-nest. but feel free to hit me with anything! KTHNXBYELOVEYOULOTS<3

[itstimetoroll]

Nombre: Percival Alexander St Cross.

Apodo: Percy.

Edad: 30 años.

Nacionalidad: Americano.

Profesión: Periodista.

Historia:

– Percy nació en el seno de una familia dedicaba a las leyes, los Saint Cross tenían un famoso bufete de abogados que tenia como clientes a lo mejor de lo mejor y además, su familia estaba metida en política .  Así pues fue criado con todos los lujos que su apellido y su sangre podían darle.

– Es el segundo de tres hermanos, tiene un hermano mayor Edward “Ted” IV de 35 años quien , como no, ejerce la abogacía y una hermana menor de 28 años cuyo nombre es Heather y también es abogada.

– Pero Percy carecía de la pasión que corrían en su familia por las leyes y mucho menos por la política, desde joven tenia claro que ninguno de esos caminos era lo suyo. Aquello ocasionó peleas continuas con sus padres lo que con el paso de los años ocasionó que se fuese a vivir con unos compañeros de carrera.

–Actualmente trabaja para un par de revistas dedicadas a tematica de vieojuegos y series y para un diario en la sección de ocio. No se habla con sus padres y vive muy a gusto con la vida que tiene.

Personalidad:

Percy es una persona tirando a privada con su vida personal, puede ser muy atento con sus amigos, escucharlos y darles consejos pero no le gusta hablar de si mismos, tanto que la gente llega a pensar que hasta es hijo único porque raramente menciona a sus hermanos y menos a sus padres. Como tal se molesta mucho si alguien cotillea sobre su vida o insiste en preguntarle por algo. Si quiere contar algo, lo hará cuando él quiera y si hay confianza.

Más allá de eso es alguien trabajador que cuando se obsesiona con algo no para hasta que lo acaba o lo logra, depende de lo que tenga que hacer.

Trivia:

–Es un gran fan de los juegos de los comics, los videojuegos y juegos de rol y una vez por semana suele reunirse con unos amigos para jugar.

–Si bien se lleva fatal con sus padres, no con sus hermanos, con ellos no tiene problema alguno.

–Tiene dos gatos llamados Salem y Loki.

FC: Luke Mitchell.

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ENGLISH

Name: Percival Alexander St Cross.

Nickname: Percy.

Age: 30 years.

Profession: Journalist.

Bio:

– Percy was born into a family dedicated to law, the Saint Cross had a famous law firm that had the best of the best as clients and also, they were involved in politics. So he was raised with all the luxuries that his family name and his blood could give him.

– He is the second of three siblings, he has an older brother Edward "Ted" IV, 35 years old, who, of course, is a lawyer and a younger sister, 28 years old, whose name is Heather and is also a lawyer.

– But Percy lacked the passion that ran in his family for laws and much less for politics, since he was young he was clear that none of those paths was his thing. That caused continuous fights with his parents, which over the years caused him to go live with some fellow students.

–Currently he works for a couple of magazines dedicated to thematic of videogames and series and for a newspaper in the leisure section. He doesn't talk to his parents and he lives very comfortable with the life he has.

Personality:

Percy is a private person with his personal life, he can be very attentive to his friends, he likes to listen to them and give them advice, but he doesn't like to talk about himself, so much so that people even think that he is an only child because he rarely mentions his siblings and less their parents. As such, he gets very upset if someone gossips about his life or insists on asking him about something. If he wants to tell something, he will do it when he wants and if there is trust.

Beyond that, he is someone hardworking that when he becomes obsessed with something he doesn't stop until he finishes it or achieves it, he depends on what he has to do.

Trivia:

– He is a big fan of comics, video games and role playing games and once a week he usually meets up with some friends to play.

–Although he gets along badly with his parents, not with his siblings, he has no problem with them.

– He has two cats named Salem and Loki.

FC: Luke Mitchell.

[lurafita]

Obsession Chapter 4 part A

Very short chapter, just to warn you upfront. The fouth chapter isn’t finished yet, but I won’t be able to write a lot in the comming days. So I thought I would at least post the first part of it, to let you know I haven’t forgotten or dropped the story. Thanks in advance for reading! And tell me if you want to be added to the tag list (or if you have already told me, but I somehow forgot to tag you for this part) :-)

Previous parts:

Prolouge: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184483191964/obsession-prologe

Chapter 1: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184510347369/obsession-chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184622702054/obsession-chapter-2

Chapter 3: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184813989374/obsession-chapter-3

“Okay, how about this one?”

Peter asked, as he held yet another science pun shirt up into the camera of his propped up phone, waiting for his friends’ verdict.

The two small chat windows on the screen showed their less than impressed reactions. MJ rolled her eyes and Ned shook his head.

“Pete, you are my brother from another mother, but if you go on a date with Tony Stark in one of your dorky t-shirts, we can no longer be friends.”

Peter’s face did it’s best to imitate a tomato.

“It’s not a date! He is just taking me to his tailor to get me a suit for this charity event.”

The young woman side eyed him through the camera.

“Dressing you up for a date, then. It’s like a pre-date. Which means you can’t wear this.” She pointed to the shirt with an expression of mild disgust and Peter let it drop to the floor in defeat.

“I still can’t belive the Tony Stark rescued you from being mugged! And then asked you on a date! It’s like… What even is your life, dude?”

The brunette buried his head in his hands, groaning and muttering “Not a date.” He was ignored.

“It’s his twink energy. He looks totally unassuming at first glance, but then he points those bambi eyes at you and that’s it. It’s this weird vibe of adorable little puppy in a sex kitten package, and you either want to smother him in hugs, or fuck him through the mattress.”

Both Peter and Ned looked at their female friend with varying degrees of shock. Ned was the first to respond to her.

“Talking from experience there, MJ? Do I need to be jealous?”

As was the young womans go-to response, she rolled her eyes.

“I was quoting the latest comment on one of your losers food fetish videos. don’t worry babe, I only have eyes for you.”

She blew him a kiss. He grinned at her.

“Good to know. But just so you know, I’m not opposed to watching, if you ever want to ‘fuck Pete through the mattress’.”

She scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. If Stark doesn’t tap that, we’ll screw him together.”

They both smirked at each other, and Peter was about to pass out from embarassment.

“Guys, please! Can you do your ‘torture the virgin’ routine another time? You know, when I’m not in desperate need of fashion advise and on a time limit?”

The last part sounded a tiny bit hysterical, so his friends took pity on him.

“When is Mr. Stark picking you up?”

“In less than an hour! Help me!”

“Peter, calm down. This isn’t this complicated. Put on the white shirt aunt May got you for our highschool graduation. Since you have hardly done any growing after you turned fifteen, it should still fit.”

Peter shot her a dirty look for the comment about his height, but obidiently trekked back to his closet and dug through his assortment of geeky/nerdy tops, until he finally found what Michelle was referring to. He yanked it out triumphantly.

“Okay! Got it! Thanks so much, MJ!”

He lost no time stripping off his hoodie and shrugging on his graduation shirt, that indeed, still fit.

“Hold up, nerd. We are not done. Take your pants off.”

Ned gaped and Peter almost flinched.

“What? Are we back in threesome territory all of a sudden?”

“Don’t get cute with me, Parker. One, you are not wearing those tattered, washed out jeans with that shirt. And two, we need to do a panties check.”

Tomato face Parker, there ws a new potential nickname.

“I-I-I’m not wearing panties, okay?!”

He very manfully ignored Ned’s muttered “Maybe you should.” and went on stuttering.

“And it’s not like To-Ton- Mr. Stark is going to see my underwear!”

Cue MJ’s patented eyeroll.

“You are going to a tailor, so yes, there is a more than average chance that Stark is going to see your underwear. Now, pants off, chop chop.”

Mortified, Peter did.

Little did the three know, that someone had been following their private conversation from the start.

Eyes fixed on the holo screen his phone was projecting into the air, Tony watched enraptured as a clearly embarrassed Peter struggled out of his jeans with as much dignity as possible.

Cloning the young student’s phone had truly been a stroke of genius.

It had only been the day before yesterday that he had ‘saved’ the cute brunette from Diego and his gang. He had wasted no time the next day to make an appointment with his favorite tailor, Alfonse, for Peter, and then text his darling about it. (Since Peter kept a meticulous schedule of all his classes, tutoring sessions and work shifts in his phone’s calender, it had been easy for Tony to find a time in which Peter would definitely be free.)

Telling Pepper that she had to arrange a huge charity gala for him and his plus one to attend on such short notice, had not gone as smoothly. His P.A. was sending him death glares every chance she got. He would give her a substantial raise for her trouble. But this wasn’t something the billionaire wanted to think about right now. Not with the tantalizing view in front of him.

Pale, smooth, slim but still toned looking legs as far as the eye could see. Tony suspected that neither the holo screen nor Peter’s ancient phone’s camera, were doing his sweetheart justice, and he couldn’t help his physical reaction to the thought of seeing the naked skin for real.

Soon.

At the tailor’s. In his home. On his bed. Wrapped around his-

He had to stop. He was not getting an erection in the backseat of his limosine, watching his soon to be boyfriend skyping with his friends, a block away from Peter’s apartment complex.

This was a first for him. Being early for something. He usually enjoyed being fashionably late to pretty much any appointment, party, or meeting that came along.

But the thought of having Peter in close proximity again… He just hadn’t been able to contain himself.

Happy, his driver, was unsurprisingly not thrilled with the prospect of sitting in the car for another 40 minutes, until it was actually time to pick up Tony’s date, and had gone to a nearby vendor to get himself and his boss some coffee.

Not that Tony minded.

He was greatly entertained with watching his sweetheart try on different articles of clothing on behest of his two best friends. (He had not been thrilled with the other two students suggesting a threesome with Peter, but as it had clearly been a joke meant to tease Peter, he discarded the immediate desire to make them disappear. Also, since their little banter had led to Tony finding out that Peter was still a virgin…  Tony would be his first. And his last.)

And since they had now graduated to underwear…

Peter was wearing a loose pair of boxer shorts, which in Tony’s opinion, was truly tragic. They did absolutely nothing for what the billionaire just knew had to be a delectable ass. And as he watched the woman, Emnay? DJ?, bully the younger man into another, tighter pair of dark briefs, he couldn’t help but agree with Peter’s other friend, Ed,.. Ted? His darling would look delicious in some silky, lacy panties.

Maybe he could talk to Alfonse about it. Maybe if Peter were made to believe that a high quality suit required a form fitting type of underwear…

He stopped this train of thought when his dick twitched in happy anticipation.

Not yet.

Not yet.

But soon.

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tbc

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