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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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main masterlist!

these fics/concepts are all smut, unless otherwise stated. MINORS DNI with the smut fics, or with this masterlist!!

fics/blurbs.

*•.¸♡ ✧ eddie munson x fem!reader:

fic series: when i think about you, i touch myself | part one - part two | call me

blurb: two can play

blurb: just keep driving

blurb: stress relief

blurb: you wreck me, baby.

headcanons: eddie touching himself.

blurb: looks that kill. (rockstar steddie x groupie reader)

*•.¸♡ ✧ steve harrington x eddie munson (steddie/steveddie):

fic: holy diver

blurb: eddie tops steve (smut prompt request)

blurb: eddie punishes steve for teasing (smut prompt request)

blurb: eddie goes down on steve

blurb: eddie rails steve in the rv

concepts.

*•.¸♡ eddie munson x fem!reader:

reader with nipple piercings & a flustered eddie

eddie going down on you with a tongue piercing

eddie with a vibrating tongue piercing

sitting on eddie's face while you smoke weed

having sex with eddie to love bites by def leppard

having sex with eddie to dazed and confused by led zeppelin

eddie fingers you at dinner and meets you in the bathroom

you touch yourself and eddie guides you though it

wearing lingerie for eddie | his reaction to new lingerie

eddie notices your nipple piercings & smut ensues

you & eddie have fun on-stage after one of his shows

eddie with virgin!reader

riding eddie on his dungeon master throne

reader goes down on eddie with a tongue piercing

eddie munson is a boob dude

eddie is the type of man who loves eating pussy

eddie & best friend!reader discover something

reader can only get off without toys while high

you & eddie have fun on a dock at lover's lake

eddie gets a tongue piercing just to go down on you

eddie with a breeding kink

smoking with eddie

eddie going nuts over your nipple piercings

reader has nipple piercings & a clit piercing that eddie adores

taking a bath with eddie

eddie loves it when you wear docs

eddie enjoys the fact that you have matching jewelry

eddie ties his hair back before going down on you

eddie says "i love you" for the first time during sex

mechanic!eddie comes to your rescue

eddie rocks a cropped white tank top & nipple piercings to school

reader touches herself & cums while sucking eddie off

you help eddie pass his final

eddie's polaroid collection

eddie fucks you while you wear his dio vest

virgin!eddie cums in his pants as he eats you out

eddie wants to see how you get yourself off

you make eddie play guitar while you ride him

eddie wants you to take all of his cum | a similar concept | how big is eddie?

eddie leaves marks all over you

eddie loves face sitting

eddie gets possessive when you wear his deodorant

eddie puts your panties on his mic stand

eddie fucks your throat

how the different eddies would be with a signature move

you confess to eddie that you've never cum before

riding subby!eddie

eddie dealing with an impatient lover

eddie and catholic!reader have fun at a party.

catholic!reader is jealous of someone flirting with eddie.

perv!reader with eddie.

perv!eddie discovers your adult films for the first time.

eddie makes catholic!reader recite his own ten commandments.

eddie & catholic!reader try anal.

best friend!eddie comes for a visit.

you catch eddie jerking off backstage.

non-smut concepts.

eddie is overprotective of you

you & your best friend eddie share your first kiss together

dustin walks in on you & eddie doing self-care

eddie gives you his favorite ring

you recognize eddie from corroded coffin

eddie as a father | taking his daughter to see the lotr films

dancing with eddie in his room

the jocks break eddie's window

eddie gives you a piggyback ride

you & eddie have a moment in the cafeteria

eddie wants to win you back after you get with steve (nsfw mentions)

you & eddie flirt during d&d which annoys the others

steve accidentally tells eddie that he loves him (steddie/steveddie)

steve kisses eddie to shut him up (steddie/steveddie)

*•.¸♡ steve harrington x eddie munson (steddie/steveddie):

steve says something weird during sex

eddie sees steve in the scoops ahoy uniform

steve accidentally tells eddie that he loves him

steve kisses eddie to shut him up

*•.¸♡ steve harrington x eddie munson x reader:

eddie won't shut up while steve works on you

you & eddie give steve a show after a game of strip poker

steve & eddie surprise you with a vibrator.

eddie & steve jerk each other off as they eat you out.

eddie tells you & steve what to do as he watches you.

#it isn't the most aesthetically pleasing BUT IT WILL DO #i'll also update it as i post more stuff!#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #steveddie #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Alright we're gonna do our first big compilation of my longass notes for a friend of the blogs fic, obviously we mUST start with The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk

Fair warning, I would read the whole fic before reading my notes and laughing/crying along with me. I do think you can go chapter by chapter if you wish. Also a fair warning, I usually cull my notes before posting a fic comment; I really let myself go wild here. Proceed with caution.

Chapter one I didn't have too many notes bc I was deep in it and also there wasn't too too much cringe. Idk if this is well known about me, but I can watch like, hardcore porn or gore and not flinch. I used to watch Animal Planet vet shows while eating cheese its when I got home from school, just munching away while they did surgery on little puppies. But if you write even a tiny bit of cringe it takes me like 5 business days to recover. I fully cannot look at the screen. I will leave the room if an awkward conversation happens in my tv show. I also can't not react to cuteness as well. These notes were mental escapes a lot of the time in this fic, like mother of GOD I want to die even imagining these conversations. Mortifying. Anyways.

Unhinged things I would say on the google doc but here!

DIALOGUE, dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. It can make or break a piece and it CARRIED in this one. It's so very cringe and realistic lol. Dialogue is usually the hardest for writers but I don't think our man here has this problem lol.

Great setting as well, I can feel the heat. A setting you can physically feel is so immersive, it sucks you right in, and my ass has never been to Italy but I've been on a dock and I've been in a hot thunderstorm and I can feel it all.

Obsessed with the way Spider steps into the house and Neytiri's like "dinner, gayboy??" like she was on his ass instantly skskskks. HER LITTLE SLIGHTS AT HIM?? EXPLAIN, LOL. WHAT DID THE CHILD DO? Reminds me of the time my friends mom asked me to stop calling her Chris and I didn't understand why and just blurted back "Okay, Chris." It's just so funny to me when she hates Spider in modern fics, because there's no systemic context it's just her beefing with a small child oddly lol. Having read the whole fic now, it's just Quarich's racism connection, I believe.

I am obsessed with the plight of the boys. Obviously Spider needs to leave, but I'm hoping Lo'ak escapes the military industrial complex lol. I'm so torn. I had Sully fam on the brain, and I wanted Spider's continuing relationship with them all so badly. Maybe I simply need for them to ask Spider to stay with them? Like "live with us for a year buddy, get yourself ready for college. You can do anything king but also ur part of the family, now go deflower our son."

Here is that clarifying question I asked: Did Kiri and Spider have sex??? Or did Mandy tell her about Spider's dick? OR BOTH? I simply could not figure that out. Also missed opportunity to name that character Ninat for the lols. The next generation of Ninat's beefing with and over Sully men.

Now that you've given me my answer, truly hilarious comedic content for everyone around.

Kiri, at night: want to hear about Spider’s dick?

Lo’ak, charcoal and paper out, ready to create an impressive sketch: ew, no, go ahead.

Chapter two, FUCK OFF Jeytiri flirting karaoke is adorable, that’s hilarious. The whole scene made my heart happy bUT NOT HAPPY ENOUGH not enough comfort I need more of it.

Spider turning to Lo’ak who's aLREADY LOOKING AT HIM cause they’re both like “oh you mentioned love, let me look at my best friend,” I’ll die.

Lo’ak literally BEGGING Spider to sing so he can swoon in the corner. I love this headcanon that seems to be cropping up of Spider being like a really good singer, it's very interesting to me.

JAKE UNDERSTANDING SPIDER I’ll die. Jake’s adopted that child you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude, even Neytiri fucking sees him as part of the family, I’ll scream. The tooth gem thing??? Iconic. Loved it. She’s giving Spider specifically cookies??? I’ll die. She's included him in all their shit. Not just anyone can do family game night karaoke. The karaoke, I am obsessed. Adorable. The Kiri and Lo’ak banter means the world to me. Their limp wrist agenda, the limp wrist bullying. What will he do when he can’t hold that against her? She must be unbearable to him in return when Spider isn't there. We love a homophobic gay. It's like what I said about my roommate i slept with twice (who follows me on here and we all better hope doesn't perceive this post); "I only get offended when SHE calls me slurs because I know then it comes from a place of true homophobia."

Kiri is literally begging Spider to understand Lo’ak wants him. BEGGING LO’AK TO UNDERSTAND SPIDER WANTS HIM. Kiri trying not to die at how obvious they both are. Kiri, going to beat the shit out of Lo’ak for asking about Mandy of all people bc of how far he's gone to avoid learning about that. I STILL AM UNCLEAR AS TO IF HIS ASS ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW SPIDER BROKE UP WITH MANDY OR HE WAS JUST BEING AN ASS.

Also fuck u for underestimating the importance of Tuk to Spider, he wants Tuk to remember him please I swear.

Also I have noted you have hinted at Spider’s praise kink. I can see it clearly. Nothing more will be said on that topic, but sometimes a praise kink simply makes sense for a character.

'IT COMES OUT MORE LIKE GAY' that was just for me, I know. So was Ninat's kid, obviously. Now that it's cONFIRMED for me I love to know that I am the target audience of all locorro fics ever.

Spider: *calls Lo’ak baby and gets embarrassed*

Lo’ak: *rebooting*

Lol Spider punching Lo’ak for saying slurs is so funny. Lo’ak's like if I say it I ain’t it, and that's on falling for the guy that is punching me for saying the slurs.

This little "I knew" reveal was CERTAINLY not what I was expecting. Not at all. A delightful little twist huh? A little trope subversion? AN EXPLICIT DRUNK CONFESSION IS SO HEART-WRENCHINGLY AWFUL OH MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED THEN WHAT DID THEY D O I MUST KNOW. "It’s not a big deal bc I… like u too obviously lol." That's the end of the sentence and the end of the communication. I was driven insane by that, I just finished XO Kitty, worst show ever, and I was reminded how much I despise when communication would solve legit every problem but it's handled realistically here. Communication is so hard for the boys Kiri will throw hands. And I brought your inhaler with me obvs cause I’m in love with you.

I’m sad about an asthmatic fist fight but it’s so appropriate. I am sad tho. I am a hurt/COMFORT bitch where is my COMFORT. I don't think my body is ready for a nocorro fic from u @spicymiilk my blog is about to become all comforting headcanons and we're going to ignore the plethora of Hunger Games ones I got today.

Now we have to sit here in this world where Lo'ak thought Spider was emotionally(?) cheating on Mandy with him if he thought they were still dating, the fucking clown idiot fool.

FINALLY, for the third and final chapter, with some bonus answers Andrei has given to my demanding all caps questions.

I’m so mean, I’m laughing at the idea of Kiri waking up at an ungodly 7:34am to Lo’ak ugly crying over Spider’s fake bed on the floor like he’s gone off and died in the war. She’s just like the pizza box community meme like uhhhh. Now I know this must happen oFTEN so I again figure that she must have gotten really good at sleeping through his ugly sobbing.

JHUST FUCKING LEAVE QUARITCH THIS IS SO ANNOYING GET OUT OF MY PLOT I’M TRYNA SEE KIRI’S TEXTS, ugh I'm so biased I despised how much he was in this chapter he should choke I wish asthma was contagious. Although, for some reason Quaritch calling Spider Lo’ak’s wife did things to me personally, The sweet homosexual love line then took me out back and popped me (I mean this in a like, Italian mafia putting me down outside way and not like, doing poppers outside a club although for some reason both are giving the same energy).

Neytiri murdering Spider for both turning her son gay and also making him sad can be something so personal. I still am in denial of every universe where she doesn't like him, and in this one I just love the idea of them slinking back to Italy having eloped or some shit where Spider now has to build that relationship but now having deflowered and stolen her son in the night. Hilarious. They must bond over talking about how stupid he is. They're so similar, how can the people with Jake and his clone not be.

Lol I also forgot Lo’ak got a black eye, that makes Kiri’s texts earlier so much funnier. Kiri was like they made out so hard he was struck with love. Developed a bruise. His gayness punched him in the face.

SPIDER KILL YOURSELF IM IN YOUR ROOM KICK YOUR DAD OUT IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE KYS SPECEFICALLY KILELD ME.

Oh my god the crying was all a lie, a fantasy, I’m so disappointed. More realistic, sure, but still. I am unclear as to if it was rEAL.

I had the cunt thing spoiled for me when I was catching up on posts I missed; never did I imagine lol. Almost as hilarious as Lo’ak telling Spider to die because he didn’t look at him, gay.

Spackle covering the hole in the wall, hmm, I wonder who punched that there?? Also abusive Quaritch giving romantic advice is making me want to puke up all my organs. I know Andrei says say the hole in the wall was nothing, but you can't have an abusive dad character and then mention a hole in the wall and nOT have us thinking that Quaritch punched a hole in the wall. Every reader is gonna think that.

Lol those Kiri texts and what she says is sO MEAN god I totally get why she did it but omg way to ruin a man over something that is not his decision or his fault. She’s just so so mad about the gays being dumb. Can’t believe she finally coughed up this info. Also the way Quaritch could probably hear all this through the wall makes me wanna die.

Speaking of Quaritch, what an interesting portrayal of their relationship. As a Quaritch hater, there's very few fics where I don't just fully skip long interactions with him. I gotta have really been sucked into the world, and I was with this one. I can't tell what of my feelings on the characters have made me biased on the relationship and what are my feelings on what the text portrayed. The feeling of too late in their relationship is there, overwhelmingly and devastatingly, but part of me found myself unconvinced by the attempts from Quartich. I literally can't tell if it's my own bias (most likely) or if it's my own lack of explicit background knowledge.

What we do learn of the past we learn in fragments, passing lines from Spider's internal monologue. They aren't the focal point of the story, but they are deeply important to the world created, and it leaves me with a feeling like I'm in an unfinished paint by numbers; I don't quite have the full picture. (Again, as I always say to you in my beta notes Andrei, these are incredibly harsh comments for fic. It's just good enough I'm treating it as though it's more lol (bc it can be)).

As to why everyone is finding Kiri mean; yeah she's neurospicy and we do clearly get the vibe that they talk to each other in this way, this casual banter that doesn't really mean anything. That being said, casual "kill yourself" or like "this is all your fault" and shit like that when the character is clearly upset and angry comes across as serious. Knowing Kiri as a character I didn't think she was, but reading it took me aback because as a standalone I don't have that context. In arguments and serious moments those words pack a punch, especially to a reader in such close third as we are with Spider in this one. We are WITH him and seeing only his thoughts and perspectives, his hurt is front and center so it's easy to feel hurt and defensive as a reader. I digress.

Lo’ak’s like every man in a crime show calling his wife to hear her voice one last time before he goes to to the dangerous mission and almost dies. He's like "I'll hear Spider's breathing and then know the US military is the way for me." Spider, the barrier between Lo’ak and the goddamn US military. That’s so funny to me. This is another reason to feel confused by Kiri's vitriol; it's not Spider's fault what Lo'ak chooses to do with his life and it is unfair to blame him. One line of her doing it I get, but she does it several times and the only excuse we get for her is from Spider.

Kiri is better than me I’m an awful secret keeper. But also maybe she could’ve coughed that bad boy up earlier, huh?

Tbh tho, on a serious writing note; it’s so well written because from the beginning we know exactly what is happening. They both like each other and Kiri knows both sides. That was obvious to me. You tell us from the get go that Spider is leaving when he turns 18, and that Lo’ak is leaving to join the military, WE KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. And yet the train chugs on and each event sets it in motion instead of derailing it, leaving us with an inevitable tragedy we all saw coming. Well done. If I was giving line edits on a publishable work, I’d say speed up the timeline. Make the whole fic (so excluding prior events like the party) all happen like. A few days before Spider leaves. I want to feel it all in real time, up close, as it happens. No breaks in time. I also want that memory convo with Lo’ak earlier lol, so that the realization of it can hit later. And honestly, if it wasn’t fic I’d leave it with the Kiri and Spider convo. No happy ending. BUT NOW LET ME GO READ MY WELL DESERVED HAPPY ENDING. U would've been SICK for not including one.

Extremely uncommon fanfiction Jake Sully W here. It should be more common I am an unapologetic stan.

Them going to find each other is so funny to me. Kiri was personally sending them on a wild goose chase as revenge.

OH THERE IT IS THE COMMON JAKE SULLY L. Although driving your gay ass son to do an airport rom com moment at 5:45am is actually quite the parenting w, where the fuck was Neytiri she would’ve been much more efficient. I mean she wouldn't have let him go, but she would've been efficient about it.

The idea of Lo’ak making his final decision to go to the military earlier in the day and then not actually doing it until he wakes Jake up at 2am makes me cackle. Jake: you go get that dick son, your mother can kill us both later.

ALSO WHY’S HE PULLING HIS SHIRT COLLAR SO HIGH, HMMM, ANDREI??? Showing up to meet his grandmother absolutely dEFILED. Does Lo'ak even have a change of clothes, that monster.

It’s 2:18am (when I originally write this), I have work tomorrow as I do literally every day of the week, and I’m just smiling to myself at this shit. Criticism: not enough of them being happy and also I didn’t get to learn what depraved things Spider wanted to do to Lo’ak that he drunkenly told him about that Lo’ak then had to live with torturing himself (and Kiri) over for months.

Andrei's response on what Spider drunkenly said to Lo'ak for the people: The depraved things are as follows— spider sat his ass in Lo’ak’s lap, completely and utterly gone, and waved poetry about Lo’ak’s long and strong fingers for at least ten minutes. He also made sure to mention his borderline tank top kink. Lo’ak definitely did not internalize that

I just have to say; I should've expected that. Those two gay ass losers to simply lose their minds over tHAT, which is like nOTHING. A REGULAR CONVERSATION I'D DARE SAY. ONE OF THE FIRST CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH ONE OF MY ROOMMATES WAS ABOUT HER HAND KINK, SO I RECIPROCATED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE DWARVES IN LOTR HAD GOOD HANDS. LO'AK WAS DEAD, SIMPLY MURDERED, A BLUSHING FOOL OVER THAT.

Lo'ak, stumbling into his and Kiri's room: Spider confessed his love for me and said... depraved things.

Kiri: OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE SAY.

Lo'ak: He said he likes my tank tops... I can barely speak of it out loud.

Kiri: Oh. 🙄

Also lowkey Kiri has to be enraged they’re normal now that they’re away from her. ALSO DOESN’T THAT BITCH LO’AK HAVE SCHOOL?? Hilarious all around. Lo’ak brings Spider back because they cannot be apart and then keeps him in his and Kiri’s room for the next year until he finishes high school. They see how long they can go without Quaritch finding out Spider’s nearby. Kiri hates them so much, especially now that they fuck in her space.

Andrei said in response to this: Lo’ak finished school in Florida!! Pulled a fast one on the school system and said hey I’m smart enough to finish like two classes here. Kiri didn’t speak to EITHER of them for months. Neytiri would call to check up and Kiri would be whining in the background about how she’s betraying her

They make up when Spider saves up to get her a ticket to visit them for a summer 🤸

The idea of Lo'ak never returning is so funny to me in so many ways. First of all, Spider dropping him off and picking him up like he's the sexy older boyfriend in every romcom ever. Second, the idea of Spider bullying him for having to go to school still. Three, they just squat with Spider's grandma, and she's like god I expected one gay loser not TWO. Four, Neytiri calling to check up just resulting in her and Spider both bitching about Lo'ak and Kiri respectively here is how the Neytiri and Spider fanboys can win-

Also, the idea of someone having to tell Neteyam about this makes me want to cry real tears of laughter. He’s in his first semester of college someone free him.

Andrei said: Let neteyam live in blissful ignorance. He knew Lo’ak was a raging homosexual for their entire lives and the second he saw spider he was like. Oooohhh okay. And then he never looked again the mental strength required to deal with it was just too much

Kiri, on facetime: so Lo'ak followed Spider-

Neteyam, opening a textbook in his Harvard dorm room or some shit:

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radioromantic-moved · 1 year

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i'll take care of you (it's rotten work) (yeah it sure fucking is)

this is so unbearably sweet by my usual standards for this ship...but also i'm kind of proud of it i'm afraid. if you'd rather read on google docs here is a link :) otherwise cytrex fluff (or what passes for fluff when it's them) under the cut

"Cyril, I am dying.”

“You’re not dying,” Cyril says patiently. “You just have a cold, and your immune system is still getting used to being off the station for the first time so it feels worse than it is. You’re going to be perfectly fine in four days or so.”

“If it’s not that bad, why are you sitting on the corner of the bed wearing a mask?”‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎asks, in a checkmate sort of tone.

Cyril clears their throat self consciously. “I mean, just because it’s not that bad doesn’t mean I want to catch it.”

“Quisling,” mutters‏‏‎ ‎Trexel, before launching into a series of raspy coughs. “I’m writing you out of my will,” he wheezes.

“I was in your will?” asks Cyril, who is, embarrassingly, a little charmed by this.

“Maybe. Whatever.” He rolls over and smushes his face into his pillow. “It just figures that everyone is too preoccupied to say their final goodbyes,” he bemoans, muffled. “Sure, David, your first friend in your entire slimy little clone life is lying here on his deathbed but you’d rather suck face with your idiot grand duke than offer even a smidge of solidarity to me in this--this--ha-chmph!”

“Don’t sneeze into your pillow, you’ll get snot on it,” Cyril scolds him. “Look, you know I’m not Bathin’s biggest fan either, but David clearly adores him and the feeling is mutual as far as I can tell, so just let them have this. Also, we are living on his planet, so try to play nice.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎rolls over blearily. “Say something mean about Bathin,” he urges. “I miss when you would do that. It’s my dying wish, Cyril.”

Cyril sighs deeply. “Trexel,‏‏‎ ‎if you somehow take a drastic turn for the worse before the end of today, I will make up a new insult to call Bathin and get it put on your tombstone.”

“Promise?” he asks with shining eyes and a little congested snuffle for extra effect.

“Cross my heart.”

“Thank you, Cyril,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says sweetly. “I lo--um, I l-like you. Very much.”

“I like you very much too, Trex,” Cyril says, and stars and planets they do in fact actually mean it. “I’m gonna make you some soup.”

“You can’t cook,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says suspiciously.

“First of all, rude, and second of all soup is barely cooking, it’s just throwing a bunch of things in a big pot. I can put things in a big pot!”

“I do like a big pot,” he ponders aloud. “Don’t burn anything down.”

Cyril giggles, which turns into a laugh bordering on the hysterical. “You’re one to talk, buddy. Also, so much of this place is water I don’t think I could burn anything down if I tried. But I will be careful. Get some sleep.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎nestles under the blankets, looking rather peaceful, especially for him. Cyril’s heart does a thing that might at one time have been cause for panic, but has now become rather routine.

And as just about anyone could tell you, Cyril Andromedus is a sucker for a routine.

The soup is salt, noodles, carrots, seaweed and meat. The seaweed is perhaps an unconventional addition, but‏‏‎ ‎Galactonium‏‏‎ ‎has bred this stuff for flavor, and there are over 50 unique‏‏‎ ‎Galactonian‏‏‎ ‎strains of edible seaweed (and just as many strains of…another kind). Even Cyril hasn’t memorized all of their names yet. Maybe next time they have a free day.

They bring the soup back into the bedroom and set it on‏‏‎ ‎Trexel’s nightstand. Their patient is still asleep. They go to wake him, but hesitate for a minute. Unconsciousness is perhaps the only state in which‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎Geistman‏‏‎ ‎could be described as being calm, and it’s a pleasant novelty.

“A surprise party for me?” he murmurs. “Y’shouldn’t have. Eat the whole cake myself, don’t mind if I do…”

Upon seeing him beginning to drool on the pillow, Cyril snaps themself out of it and gently shakes him awake. “Soup delivery,” they announce.

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎emits an incomprehensible noise and slowly sits up.

“No cake?”

“Even you would not want to eat a cake I baked.”

“You underestimate the amount of things I’ll eat,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎counters.

They hand him the bowl of soup, a spoon, and a tray (because they really do not want to wash these sheets until they absolutely have to). Trexel‏‏‎ ‎takes a small sip. “Hm. That’s…you know what, that’s okay,” he declares after a minute of deliberation. “Sorry for underestimating you.”

“Trexel‏‏‎ ‎Geistman‏‏‎ ‎apologizing for something?” Cyril gasps. “Never thought I’d see the day!”

“Shut up, I apologize all the time!” he protests. “Just only when I’m wrong, and that doesn’t happen very often, so there.” He coughs.

“I’m honored to have witnessed it.”

“You should be.” He slurps his soup aggressively.

Cyril leaves while he’s preoccupied to read for a while. They have about ten minutes before they hear a plaintive “Cyril…” coming from the bedroom.

Cyril closes the book and goes to check on‏‏‎ ‎Trexel. The soup bowl is discarded, empty, on his nightstand.

“Do you need more soup?” they ask. “I didn’t make a lot of it, it was kind of a small pot, but if you want I guess I can--”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupts them. “I’m full on soup for now. I just. Um.”

He avoids eye contact with them, sneezes and swipes at his nose.

“Trex, what is it? Are you actually dying?”

He mumbles something under his breath, too quiet for them to hear.

“C’mon,‏‏‎ ‎Trexel, I’ve heard worse from you on a regular basis, I’m sure of it.”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎looks hesitant, sneezes again, then forces out, “I would just. Like it. If you stayed here for a little while. And kept me company or something.”

Cyril blinks, caught off guard, then smiles softly. “Okay. I can do that.”

They sit on the bed, still near the edge, but risk scooting in a little closer to where‏‏‎ ‎Trexel is bundled under the covers. “Do you just want me to sit here?”

“You can talk if you want,” he says. “I can’t contribute much. My throat hurts. I don’t like it. I’m used to talking much more than this. S’difficult.”

“I can imagine. Oh my goodness, if you want me to talk, let me tell you about the‏‏‎ ‎Galactonium‏‏‎ ‎library! There are these jade designs on the walls and a fountain and more real paper books than I’ve ever seen in my life, and books written on all sorts of things OTHER than paper, I didn’t even know you could DO that, and Bathin told me I could volunteer there! And at the museums, too, if I wanted, and--”

Trexel‏‏‎ ‎makes a growly noise.

“--and, you know, that’s fine or whatever but I would have found a way to volunteer there even if he didn’t give me permission. He doesn’t control me or anything. Anyway, there were even books in other languages, and oh my VOIDS there’s even an OLD EARTH ARCHIVE like, IN THE LIBRARY, not off in some corner or anything, there’s real actual books and letters and magazines from Earth! I checked out so much stuff and I can’t wait to learn about the cultural context of all of it. When you’re feeling better, we can go together.”

“That sounds awful,” mumbles‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎sleepily. “But I’ll do it for you.”

They rub the back of his head. “How selfless of you. You’ve come a long way.”

“I guess I have,”‏‏‎ ‎Trexel‏‏‎ ‎says softly, in a voice that sounds like maybe he’s realizing it for the first time. “I guess I have.”

#if this shows up in fandom tags i will be passing away forever.#my invisible letter trick pleaseeeee do not fail me now <3 #cyril andromedus and their malewife. whatever.#nyx makes something #ship: folie a deux #self ship #self shipping

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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ohhh may i have LTL 17 take 3, or 9 crimes (more exerpts), orrrr untitled document 8 please?

Ooooh lemme see what I can grab here :D

OHHHH. LTL 17 take 3 was when I tried to rewrite the transformation scene from Sirius' POV to see if I could get through it any easier, so this doc picks up right where the other ended haha. Lemme just look through the others rq...

9 crimes (more excerpts) was me comparing before and after paragraphs for... I think this is chapter 12? The quidditch one.

Untitled document 8 is ANOTHER LTL 17 attempt, also from Sirius' POV... I think I'll actually give you a bit of this, and then the other, if that's ok. XD (9 crimes didn't have anything new lol)

Dropping both under the break for length-purposes. <3

Some of the senior Order members showed up to coordinate some massive intelligence briefing they were supposed to have soon (sensitive information, very hush-hush) and they’d wanted to schedule it for Wednesday — only Remus couldn’t make it, obviously, owing to the fact that he’d be in a bit of a hairy situation that night. And that by itself wasn’t a dealbreaker — Sirius was more than up to the task of briefing him afterwards — only Arthur, of all people, had asked if Remus would be making himself scarce for the evening. Which, well, he couldn’t, owing to the whole unofficial house-arrest bit. They had the option between holding the meeting with Remus locked safely in the cellar, or relying on secret missives and word of mouth and hoping they weren't overheard or intercepted. They chose the latter. Remus, saint that he was, kept a stiff upper lip about it. (“Right. Excuse me for a moment.” “Oi, where you going?” “Oh, I dunno Dung. Thought I’d nip over to the shops for a bite — I’m going for a piss, is that allowed? Or do I need a minder now? Make sure I don’t eat anyone on the way there, like.” “Now, now, we’re all friends here, Lupin—” “Shut the fuck up Doge.”) …Sort of. Arthur had pulled Sirius aside afterwards and insisted he hadn’t meant anything by it — he’d only been curious, not uncomfortable — but the damage was done. And it was Remus he’d needed to apologise to, only Remus hadn't returned to the meeting after he'd stormed off. Sirius found him holed up in the study, nursing the remnants of the last bottle of whisky and taking apart the old grandfather clock again with a harsh set to his shoulders and an aura like hazard tape: danger, do not cross. So he hadn't. Anyway, that had been Sunday.

And then...

It was quicker now than it used to be, for a mercy, but Padfoot still stood between Moony — now sprawled across the floor with his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon — and Dora, who stood at his right flank with her hand hovering over the wand strapped to her thigh. Remus would appreciate the caution, if the potion worked (and even more if it didn’t.) Moony rose to his feet slowly, shaking himself from head to tail — it fluffed his fur up adorably, though Sirius would never tell him that to his face — and sat back on his haunches, regarding them with a curious, amber-eyed stare. Padfoot met his gaze unblinkingly, a low growl sounding through his chest. You know the rules, Remus. You set them. Moony yawned and lay down flat on the floor, head on his paws, tail wagging slowly behind him. Padfoot approached cautiously, sticking his nose directly against Moony’s cheek. No reaction. A good sign — a good start — but he had to be sure. Remus would never forgive him otherwise. Padfoot started forward as if he were about to pounce, claws digging into the floor. Moony’s ears pinned back, but he didn’t so much as flinch. Padfoot did it again. Twice, three times — and on the third jump, Moony moved with him, teeth grazing gently (playfully) against his jaw before he backed off and bowed down, eyes bright and tail flopping lazily over his back. Padfoot leapt forward, bowling Moony over and pinning him onto the floor, earning himself a series of bunny kicks to the belly for his trouble. Wolfsbane did nothing for the pain, but as selfish as it was, Sirius would be lying if he said this wasn’t worth it.

So that worked out nicely!

Thanks for the ask! <3 <3

#ask game #responses #writing #my writing #ltl #deleted scenes #i was not joking when i said i rewrote ch17 like #three million times #i was not exaggerating #i turned that damn scene every possible way i could lmao #just couldn't make it go vroom in my head #oh well #hp #remus lupin #sirius black #technically tonks is there too lol #sadly she's more of a prop in these segments lol

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi honeybun i’m back!! i’ve been on depression shit and i fucked up ny sleeping schedule again (only bc i’ve been getting high every day which i normally don’t to sigh) but just wanted to say hi to my fav<3 recently it became colder where i am and it’s just making me wanna cuddle with all seven gorgeous men, but hobi just would be the coziest <3 i saw a lil video promo for his doc and he just looked so fluffy and cute. wanna hold him !! you probs have already answered this but i’m a bit new so i wanna know, who’s ur bias in the group? for me it’s namjoonie but the rap line has my entire heart<333 ofc i luv all of them evenly but my babies :((( also i declared tae to be my twin flame only bc we are literally born a day apart (on a calendar basis he’s like a few years older than me lmao) but i just luv capricorn men so much and we have some sort of the same personality we r basically the same!!!! jk and jimin are my babygirls they r so cute :,))) and as for jin, the man is too beautiful i would just stare at him he intimidates me sm i would be like pls have mercy on me. i would literally be this emoji 😦 if i ever saw him !!!! gonna go dive into some fluff bc im feeling a bit down and then head to sleep soon bc it’s 5:20 am for me and i haven’t slept so gn/gm bae <333 luv u sm :D-🌙

omg you’re back!!!!! honestly me too 😭 since i’ve been visiting my friend i think my sleep schedule has been wonky but alas i’m still alive, i was slowly teetering on the edge of a depressive episode a couple of weeks and and i just 🧍‍♀️somehow pulled through and i’ve been doing okay recently

fave? babes you’ll give me a massive ego, i’m simply existing

koreas been colder than shanghai has been recently but it’s not unbearable so i don’t mind it, yesterday was pretty nice considering how cold it was when i first got here

i saw the documentary video teaser, hobi’s so cool i wanna levitate 🫶 i’m really excited to his creative process, and how he like organized the album, kept up with the schedules for it, just like a deeper dive into jack in the box and what happened behind the scenes, i always find stuff like that really interesting

noo it’s okay, i think i’ve only mentioned it once like ages ago, idk if it’s obvious by everything i reblog but i’m jungkook biased 🫶 that man can get it, there’s no way a man should be that pretty and get away with it, like i want to be him. i could write a whole thesis about why i love that man and why everyone in the world should love him too and he’s so pretty star cutie 🫶

namjoon is 100% my comfort person, i see him and i just ☹️ words aren’t enough to explain how much i adore his existence, if namjoon had to be an emotion then it would either be comfort or reassurance, simply having him there is reassuring enough that you’re doing okay, that simply living is enough and by some weird miracle, he doesn’t know what we all look like but you feel seen 🫶 anyways i love joonie too i just 🫶🫶🫶🫶 if i could only ever say one thing to him i think it would be thank you

idk which members count as compatible? is that the right word, with my star sign. i know me and hobi are both born in february but that’s it 😭

jungkook is the personification of the word baby girl, you can’t tell me otherwise, there’s just something in the way he holds himself that screams baby girl and i love him so much 😭

me if i ever happened to be in the same room as jin 🧍‍♀️

i literally wouldn’t even know what to do with myself except run in the opposite direction

i hope you feel a little better later!!! and have a good day <3

MWAH 🫂🫂 ily <3

#ask #🌙anon #HONEYBUN 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶#IM GONNA SELF IMPLODE #secrets out #im a sucker for cute petnames #like whyd you have me giggling and kicking my legs 😟

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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We need more Bella and Megan content!!! Insta posts were so cuutee!!! Maybe a blurb abt the relationship between Megan and the family?? It could be interesting… I imagine then being a very open and close knit family u know, where they can talk freely about anything,and yes including sex, and I think it could be interesting to see how maybe bella needs some advice/want to talk to someone about being intimate w her gf and doesn’t know how to bring that up to her family bc she is embarrassed and doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable?? I’ve never read a doc like this, or where one of the kid is not straight (only w/ Harry or the reader being bi) and yeah it should be written abt more.

megan and belle are sooo cute yes! ok let’s see where this goes!! hope you have fun reading;

belle - 18

“Will you stop faffing, you look beautiful honey.”

You slapped Belle’s hands from playing with her outfit again. Tonight you and Harry were properly meeting Megan for the first time, by taking them out for a meal at this new Thai restaurant down the road. Belle had been worrying all evening as she was getting ready, coming downstairs multiple times to show off outfits to you so you could give them your honest opinion. It didn’t help her when you said she looked beautiful in all of them. Belle wasn’t into playing “girly” dress-up, but she thought that putting effort in for her girlfriend, tonight, might be a good idea. So she’d finally decided on some denim jeans, a basic top and then one of Harry’s old blazers. She looked amazing.

“Just so nervous.”

“Why? You like them, right?” You asked, adding on a bit of lipstick, whilst you were sat at the table of this fancy restaurant.

“Yeah. Like really like them.” Belle emphasised, shrugging off the blazer as she was becoming too hot with nerves.

“Well then we’ll really like them too. We trust you.” Harry butted in, sitting as close to you as he could whilst sat in these chairs. Before you’d managed to sit down at the table he’d moved your chair along to be closer to his, meaning he could slink his arm around the back of your chair and have his hand in your lap if he wanted to. Even after all these years he still knew how to make you feel especially loved.

Belle’s phone pinged and it made her freak. “Oh god, it’s Meg. They’re here.”

“Okay, B. Calm down and go and get them from outside, we’ll just order some wine or something.” You ordered her softly, trying to put your daughter more at ease. She was more nervous than you imagine Megan would be.

Your daughter stood up from the table, both you and Harry smiling at her. “Okay.” She pushed her chair in behind her and about to walk off, but she quickly turned back to you both, “Remember; Megan Dover, they/them pronouns and don’t mention anything about astrology otherwise we will be dead before we leave this table,okay?”

You both chuckled at her, loving how she was so aware of her girlfriend and the things that were important to them. “Okay love. Now stop fussing and go.” Harry shooed his hand and his daughter away from the table. She turned back around to flash you two thumbs up and you both smiled at her, watching your all-grown-up baby walk away.

“We’ve done well Styles.” You turned to face him, to find he was already admiring you, thinking about the wonder life you’d both created and the wonderful children that had been a product of it.

“Was just thinking the same thing, m’heart.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you, pressing his lips onto your lipstick-stained ones. He didn’t care if his lips became painted a different colour because of it, he would never miss the opportunity to give his beautiful wife a deserving kiss. He loved you too damn much.

You cupped his chin and he tightened his arm around you, that had been slunk around the back of your chair. He squeezed your thigh three times in signal for saying ‘I love you’ without any words needing to be spoke. You tapped his chin three times in return. Everyone always hated how loved up you two were, but really you just think they’re jealous of how perfect your relationship is. Sure you have your ups and downs, but isn’t that what makes it so perfect? You pulled away and looked into his dreamy eyes, kissing him once more for good luck, before returning your attention to your glass of water for a drink.

“Thirsty?” He asked you, keeping you close.

“Mhm. All that talking I was doing this afternoon on the phone to that bloody insurance company.”

“You did give them a piece of y’mind though, love. You were a lot more civil than I would’ve been.” Harry chuckled, waving his hand to catch one of the waiters attention.

“Seriously though? Nearly charged us an extra £1,000 for a service charge. Bloody fuckers.” You sighed and put your water back on the table after taking a lengthy sip.

“£1,000 isn’t really that mu—” He didn’t finish his sentence though because he caught sight of your stern face and knew exactly what you were thinking. You hated when he talked about money as if it wasn’t a problem, because you didn’t want your kids to grow up with that ideology. “You know what? They’re bastards and i’m proud of you for handling them so well.” He kissed you again and then the waited came over, stopping you from having a go at him for being cheeky. You pinched his leg in respond and he caught your hand, holding it tightly in his as if a warning for you to stop.

“Evening Sir. How can I help?” He asked politely, his serving towel draped over his forearm.

“A bottle of y’cheapest red wine please.”

“Certainly Sir.” And the waited was gone.

“Cheapest?” You asked confused, making Harry turn back towards you.

“Well it’d be a bit hypocritical of us to ask for our favourite bottle of wine, which is £1,000 darling, now wouldn’t it?” He smirked at you, knowing he’d played you just perfectly.

“Such a git.” You scoffed in pretend offence and then kissed him again too make sure that he knew you weren’t mad.

You both sat back and looked in the direction which now you could see Belle walking back over to you from where she’s gone to fetch Megan. Belle was guiding them book, Megan following closely behind her, and they were holding hands. They looked completely adorable and you wanted to just rush your camera out and snap loads of photos of them to remember this moment. Yes, you were that mum who takes a photo of everything and anything when it came to your children. You even had an album on your phone dedicated to your children’s haircuts… You leg started to shake nervously in anticipation.

“Calm down you!” Harry laughed quietly, just incase the two girls could hear you. Harry stood up out of his chair first and held out his hand for you to follow. He made sure your chair didn’t tip back as you stood and kept ahold of your hand as they approached you both.

You caught Belle’s eye and you could how happy she was from the twinkle within.

“Mum, Dad, this is Megan,” Belle introduces you all, Megan still stood slightly behind her, “Meg, this is my mum, Y/N and my dad, Harry.”

Harry was the first one to cross his hand over the table. “Lovely to meet you Megan.”

“And you Mr Styles, but please just call me Meg.” They shook hands together and Harry smiled at them warmly, wanting to make her feel as part of the family as possible. He was good at that.

“Well then then you, please, call me Harry. Makes me feel old otherwise.” His joke made the table laugh and ease any nervousness that had been there before.

“That’s because you are old, dad.” Belle added cheekily.

“Oi watch it you. Don’t think I won’t embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly and pointed sternly at his daughter, who did pack quite the punch with her snarky responses sometimes.

“I’m counting on it Harry.” Megan laughed, which made everyone chuckle again. Megan was such an easy girl to get along with and it was clear that they made Belle a very happy person, for that you indebted to them.

“And nice to see you Meg.” You shook your hands with Megan as Harry and Belle continued to banter over the table. You were sat opposite Megan, Harry next to you and Belle diagonally opposite you. You and Megan both sat down before Harry and Belle did.

“Likewise Mrs Styles,” you gave them a look which had them chuckling as they corrected themselves, “Y/N, sorry! Are they usually like this?” They asked you, watching Belle and Harry talk about some absolute rubbish.

“Oh don’t even start! They wind each other up all the time. Drive me up the bloody wall they do!” You laughed and you felt calmer when Megan laughed too. “Wine?” You offered them, having had the bottle delivered whilst you were all being introduced to each other.

“Yes please.” They smiled and held out the glass to help you pour. You poured them a generous glass and then followed by pouring yourself one too.

You weren’t blinded by the beauty of Megan. They had strong-loving brown eyes and blonde hair that seemed to be toned down with brunette roots. They had a simple face with perfectly plucked eyebrows and a fiercely sharp jawline. They were just very naturally pretty, that you could tell. They were wearing similar to Belle actually, which made you think they’d coordinated their outfits - your inner mum was freaking out over the soft thought. You and Harry often liked to coordinate outfits too, like tonight - both of you were wearing navy blue.

“You want wine B?” Meg asked Belle, breaking her away from the pointless conversation with her dad.

“What? Oh, yes, yes please.” Belle responded, shifting closer towards Meg and holding their hand again. They kept their public displays of affection to themselves, a bit like you and Harry had originally been. You filled up your daughters glass, but passed on filling up Harrys glass because he was driving home tonight.

“So what do you plan on studying at university Meg?” You started the conversation with the easiest question you could.

“Marine Biology.” They answered and you could tell they were clearly excited by the tone of happiness in their voice. You didn’t miss the squeeze of pride that Belle gave them either.

“That sounds good! Where abouts are you going to study?”

“Newcastle, actually.” Meg went quiet and you understood why, because Belle was going to the exact same university to study Engineering.

“Oh really?” Harry asked, pretending to be surprised but it definitely came through sarcastically - this earned him a kick under the table from his daughter.

“Oh shut up!” Belle rolled her eyes and Meg smiled at her playfulness with her family, it made them really happy that their girlfriend had such a loving and special family.

You were so not ready to send off your daughter to university, because she was your final baby to leave the safe nest of the Styles home and it was just going to be you and Harry left. You were excited for the time you’d have with him, but you were sad to see you final child leave you. You were even more excited for Belle to be going out and adventuring the world as she wanted to. She was going to do great things and you couldn’t be prouder of her. It eased you to know that at least Meg would be their with her - almost like a home away from home.

“You have any brothers or sisters Meg?” You asked.

“I have a younger sister, but she’s evil.” Meg laughed, before taking a sip of their wine.

“Evil how? ‘Cause my children are the exact same.” Harry spoke sincerely as if one of his children weren’t sat directly in front of him. It earned him another kick to his legs from his daughter. “See? Evil.” Everyone laughed, Belle just sulked.

“Well Ivy just terrorises everyone and anyone. She’s just evil.”

“Belle ain’t much better i’m afraid.”

“Dad! Meg is going to leave me if you keep painting me out to be an arsehole.” Belle rolled her eyes, but was brought out of her strop by Megan who brought her hand up to press their lips on her skin.

“Can’t chase me away that easily Belle.”

And it was that moment that you knew that Belle had found a forever partner in Megan, just as you had found in Harry.

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goldentournesol · 3 years

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Hiii could you do fluff #12,17,18 from prompt list 1 please? Thank you!

hii! this was hard er than I expected ahaha! also decided on baby spence for this cuz I thought it'd be really cute

"You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

Spencer released a deep sigh as Morgan shook his shoulder. Elle smirked at them both. They’ve been trying to convince him to “shoot his shot” with Y/N for about 10 minutes now. She was relatively new to the team but Spencer’s crush was nearly debilitating. He couldn’t go 5 seconds without sneaking a peek at her. Derek kept trying to give him examples of pickup lines, Spencer knew they’d sound ridiculous coming from him.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Derek tried to lighten up the situation and ease his nerves.

“Are you seriously asking for the statistical probability of that beautiful woman rejecting me?” Spencer stared at his friend incredulously. Derek quickly shook his head and Elle spoke.

“Reid, listen to me, when was the last time you asked someone on a date?” She asked and Spencer paused, he knew the exact number of days since he’s been on a date, but it was far too embarrassing to tell her. His hesitation told her everything she needed to know. “You have nothing to lose right if you ask her now. Worst case scenario, she rejects you and you can move on.”

Spencer grimaced at the thought of rejection but his eyes followed Y/N to the kitchenette. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, alright.” Derek clapped him on the back and wished him luck before he made his way to the kitchenette.

“Hey, there.” Spencer said, the words catching on the side of his throat nervously. He cleared it slightly and avoided eye contact as he pretended to get himself coffee.

“Hey, Spencer!” Y/N chirped, shooting him a smile before getting back to her coffee.

“So...you come here often?” Spencer immediately regretted the words that came out of his mouth. IQ of 187 and he couldn’t come up with anything better than that? Curse Derek for bringing up pickup lines!

She laughed, taken aback by the question slightly. Spencer tried to ignore the adorable way in which her face twisted in confusion, “Well, considering I work here, yes.”

Spencer wanted to smack his head against the cupboard from embarrassment, or maybe it would be better if the earth split in two and swallowed him right up. There was no coming back from this one. He sent her an awkward smile but by then she had finished making her cup of coffee and began walking away. He didn’t see her grinning like a fool, though.

After that, Spencer was positive that he’d completely blown it. But she was still talking to him as if it hadn’t happened. Maybe she was just taking pity on him, but the way she looked at him as he rambled on and on told him otherwise.

The poor boy had completely embarrassed himself in front of her, she thought it was adorable, but she felt for him. She couldn’t let him think that she wasn’t interested, because she was. She was very interested. She just had to throw him a bone.

They were sitting across from each other on a flight back home from an exhausting case and her eyes were burning with sleep, but he’d just finished explaining the complexities of the first printing press to her-- except she hadn’t retained a single word. His voice was too soothing to pay attention to the words right now.

“Could you say that again?” She sleepily muttered, resting her chin on her hand, her eyelids fighting the urge to droop.

Spencer’s head jerked back slightly in surprise, “Were you not listening?”

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” She smiled and his heart absolutely dematerialized in his chest. His mouth was stuck in a gaping position, but it wasn’t until Derek shot him the sharpest daggers with his eyes from beside her.

Keep talking, you idiot! Spencer heard through the airwaves between them.

Completely flustered, Spencer began elaborating on what he was saying last. Her eyes began to droop and normally he’d be quite offended, but the ghost of a smile on her lips thawed his anxiety.

By that point, things had gone much smoother between the two, but Spencer just needed a little push. It was currently the day before Halloween and Spencer had been talking everyone’s head off. Everyone stared at him as he stood in the conference room right after Hotch announced that wheels were supposed to be up in 30.

“The cool thing about Halloween is that it’s a uniquely American holiday. I mean, despite its obvious origins in the Celtic festival of--”

“Samhain and the Christian All Saints day.” Y/N cut him off, while gathering her files. Spencer’s mouth gaped slightly and nodded.

“Yes...that’s exactly what I was going to say.” He said in nothing short of awe.

“Well, you're not the only one who loves Halloween here, Doc.” She smiled and walked past him to her desk.

“I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate.” He said nearly breathlessly as he stared after her. Elle laughed and shook her head at the lovesick genius.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ko-fi au: nostoligic summer romance!au hanbin find other ikon aus here

the sun burns your shoulders and the skin of your heel. you stand on it and bear the pain as you look down at hanbin, whose face is covered by one of those three-dollar nude magazines

"get up"

"can't you see i am asleep?"

the wind blows some small wisps of hair around your face - somewhere in the distance, you hear junhoe chase a beachball down the shore as jiwon yells for him to race back to the rest of your friends

"hanbin, you are not wasting your summer spread out like this, not doing anything. you are not a piece of seaweed."

"you sound like my mother"

you nudge his elbow with your toe

"did you finish your graduate school application?"

"yeah, im working on it right now looking at -"

he lifts the magazine off his face and flips to a random page, turning it around to face you

averting your gaze you make a sound of disappointment

"the deadline already passed, the school is giving you an extension because they know you'll be a great addition to the program. does that not mean anything to you?"

hanbin lets the next gust of wind pull the magazine from his weak grip and float it pathetically to his left

the silence is his answer in a way and search his face, now that you can see it properly, for anything else

his dark eyes are void and highlighted by a shadow of darkness.

his lips are chapped.

the scratch he got from face planting in the public pool's changing room last weak is still sitting on his cheek only half-hidden under a kids bandage

"hanbin, this is your future"

you whisper it - like it's your future too

maybe because somewhere subconsciously buried in both your chests. you both know it is.

"i know"

you turn around and take his apathy as the final stake in the ground

after years of caring about him, of one-sided adoration hidden behind affectionate and worried friendship

you have learned the hanbin is more stubborn than an ox - especially when he gives up

when you find yourself walking home back alone - the sun still blasting an uncomfortable heat onto your skin - you try to pretend the overwhelming feeling of crying isn't itching its way out

i can't help him forever, especially if he doesn't want to help himself

hanbin calls three days later

"do you want to go fishing with me and jinhwan?"

"fishing?"

"jinhwan said he's trying new hobbies."

you are silent for a second, a part of you wants to explode.

what are you talking about fishing! the application asks you to finish an entire song. to show your effort! who gives a fuck about fishing!

the other part of you is dormant. uninterested.

jinhwan is already a successful editor, maybe he can help hanbin find the right path better than i can.

"no thanks."

you hang up first, something you've never done with hanbin

you're both balanced in that sense - you are usually soft and forgiving and never want to hurt anyone's feelings. you just want to keep helping and helping until there's nothing left of you.

hanbin is more strict - people have to prove themselves to him otherwise he cuts them off without a qualm.

you get a text a few minutes later from jinhwan:

are you and your husband fighting?

my husband? i didn't know i finally married that millionaire from my dreams.

haha im talking about hanbin

you purse your lips. everyone in the world wants 'us' to happen.

no. we're not fighting. he doesn't want to go to grad school.

so?

your fingers hover over the keyboard. right, so what? not like it's your business to run your friend's life.

but that's not it. something is so wrong. hanbin will work on music till his eyes and ears bleed. why is it that composing one little thing for this application that is just going to better his life so hard? why is he so against it?

leaving jinhwan without an answer, you throw yourself on your bed and tell yourself that you have to break this habit

you've been putting hanbin over yourself since you were both young

getting in trouble with him when in reality you'd done nothing but try to stop him from doing something stupid

staying up with him when he'd go through bouts of bad insomnia

shoving your own secrets and pain down to comfort him about his own

you have your own life, goal, and dreams

it's your fault for somehow always imagining that hanbin would want to be part of them

"can you please talk to hanbin again."

jiwon, junhoe, and donghyuk take up the space in your car as you pull into the parking lot of the local mall

you turn the key in the ignition, jiwon and junhoe are sitting far apart in the back seat, still managing to look cramped and donghyuk looks at you sympathetically from the passenger side

"im not avoiding him."

"you're totally avoiding him."

again. you want to explode and also say nothing at all. why are there expectations on you as his friend and not the other way around?

"have you guys asked him about his grad school application? you all have your futures planned - and he's lost."

jiwon pops his bubble gum at the worst possible moment and junhoe looks awkward without an answer to come out of his big mouth.

donhyuk puts a hand on your shoulder

"he didn't just give up, you know."

you snort, "it looked that way to me."

opening the door, you step out and tell the little voice in your head that wonders out loud if hanbin needs your help to please shut up

it's two days before the extension deadline. you know this because it pops up as a reminder on your google calendar and you grumble as you delete it.

having his deadlines on my schedule like he's my goddamn boyfriend or something.

you want to enjoy your summer before you go back to school too, so you dig out a big t-shirt and bathing suit to take to the pool

only when you sling the shirt over yourself do you pick at the worn fabric and groan

this is hanbin's isn't it? the coffee stain at the bottom is totally his signature.

someone knocks on the door of your room, half expecting a family member you open it without caution and nearly throw it shut when you see hanbin in the frame

the only thing that stops you from doing so is the look of utter desperation on his face

"hanbin? when is the last time you slept?"

he breaths through his nose and mumbles maybe three or four days ago

you pull him into your room and shut the door, you try to examine him for any other signs of fatigue but he looks otherwise the same

skinny, slightly hunched over and more beautiful than you could ever say out loud in fear of dying on the spot of embarrassment

"is it your insomnia? do you need to go to the doc-"

"i can't compose the song."

you wave your hand to dismiss the sentence, "that doesn't matter right now. you have to take care of your health first and-"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

suddenly irritated with his tone - you snap under the weight of it all

"you cannot blame your inability to finish this application or giving up or not sleeping on me. just because we haven't spoken in a bit-"

"that's not what i meant."

you cross your hands over your chest, you can feel a fire unlike any other of anger lick up your spine

if he is going to pin this on me somehow im going -

"i love you."

"are you crazy?"

you blurt out your words before you really even hear his own. you were expecting him to start spinning some elaborate tale about how not seeing you or you avoiding him had somehow damaged him further

but this is hanbin, and you admit that never has he put the blame on you without you taking it on willingly

so you blink past the initial shock and ask him to repeat himself

he straightens his bad posture, looks at you and sees past the surface level

"i love you. it's making everything else a blur, so i need to tell you."

"you- you should have told me before."

"i thought you'd slap me." he laughs weakly, but it is forced "or that you'd think i was lying to get you off my back about the application."

you soften, your hands uncross and you drop the defensive look on your face

hanbin runs a line from your eyes to your knees

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"i love you too."

the spell of dread that seems to have clung itself into every nook and cranny of hanbin's existence seems to be exorcised when you say those words to him

like a light has entered the part of him that has been pitch black for weeks now

he doesn't kiss you right after you say it, he kisses you two days later when he submits his application with a song he spent thirteen hours on creating

the song is about that light, the kind of easy feeling of being put into the right puzzle with the right person

that's when he kisses you - when he meets the deadline - and you throw your arms around him and the world starts rotating in the right direction again

summer is still left over for you two to enjoy, you rush around the beach with your friends, you go fishing with jinhwan who decides he hates it at some point, and you spend whatever minute you can with hanbin

even if you're with others, your hands are always glued together. you look at him when you think he's distracted. he looks at you regardless, unashamed of the teasing that comes your way

'it finally happened! they realized they're perfect for each other!'

and when you're alone with your legs tangled with his and hanbin's nervous, soft mouth on the slope of your back. that same uncapped love bursts from both of you.

when summer dwindles and hanbin gets an email about his application

he celebrates by pressing you up against the desk and nearly toppling his laptop over

"can i ask you something?" he plays with a strand of your hair after as the sweat sticks you two together "were you so adamant about me getting into grad school because you love me or-"

you rest your chin on his chest and sigh

"yes, but because it'll help you achieve your dreams. and it'll give you a future that's stable. a future that i want for you and-"

you get shy, tucking your face into his skin

"and?"

he asks, but you just kiss him instead.

when it's ten years after - and hanbin has become successful in ways he had never dreamed

you are successful in your own right too

you're equals and your lives are full of each other and your work and everything else

and hanbin realizes when he's looking at rings by himself after work one day what you wanted to say all that time ago

you wanted him to have a good future so that it could tie in with yours

he reminds himself to ask you when he gets home, by what age had you already planned the wedding?

he expects you will stick your tongue out at him when he does, and you do, but he doesn't expect you to cry for half an hour when he pulls the little box out of his pocket.

#nostalgia au #hanbin au #hanbin scenarios #b.i au #b.i scenarios #hanbin #b.i #ikon au #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ko fi commissions #slightly suggestive

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abruisedmuse · 3 years

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For the Elucien week drabbleathon, can I have Lucien finding out about his bio father and talking through his feelings with Elain?

ELUCIEN WEEK

DAY 7: FREE CHOICE

Okay so this is kinda funny to get this. I actually have this in my docs that's a multi chapter fic. The feelings bit with Elain is spoilery for the story itself so I can't share that...yet. But what I can do is show this part. Basically in this story, Elain finds out of Lucien's parentage through a vision and this scene below is what happens after that. It's set to be a few parts. Where Lucien deals with this information and then Lucien and Elain playing matemakers lmao. The chapter after this is where we deal with Lucien and talking to Elain I can tag you in it whenever I post this story to tumblr.

TRIGGER WARNING: very, very slight mention of child abuse

The three of them settled in the sun-lit room. For an office it was worlds different than Rhys' in the river estate back in Velaris. That room was a standard four walls. This one, Helion's office in the Day Court was a rounded room. Tall ivory columns wrap around the circular area. There were no windows, it was simply an open space allowing the sunlight and the warm kiss of its rays inside to dance along the tiled floor. Elain adored the sun peering in at every angle and the soft breeze that followed. She only wished they were here for better circumstances.

Glancing between the High Lord of Day and her mate, the resemblance was uncanny. From their posture, sitting regal yet with an air of recklessness to the silken strands of hair, matching grins, and the shape of their eyes. Mother above even their nose was the same. There was no denying her vision wasn’t false. They scarcely were.

When she told Lucien of seeing Helion and his mother, he refused to believe it. He was Beron's son unfortunately. His mother would never hide this from him. Elain pointed out to him that he did in fact cleave an unbreakable spell to come to her aide that day in Hyberns. No Autumn court member, high fae or otherwise had done that. Lucien attempted to pin it on the bond. Elain dismissed it bringing up his tendency to glow when in the throes of passion. The seer had once asked her sister if this common for faes to glow while being intimate. Feyre told her it was power from the High Lord of Day. Elain never could make sense of it. Why her mate glowed like a fire bug in the summer seasons until her vision. Lucien claimed it could be from a crossed lineage years ago.

“Lucien...you said you never felt like you were a Vanserra. That there was something wrong with you.”

“Maybe this is why. Because you’re not a Vanserra. We go to the Day Court and ask Helion says no then fine.”

There was panic and fear in his russet eyes when he looked at her. “What if he says yes?”

Elain crossed the threshold to her love taking his face in her hands, resting their foreheads together, her fingers lacing with his. “Then I will be there with you and together we will hear him out.”

With reluctance he agreed and now they were here, an awkward tension like a dense fog slowly filling the silent room.

Lucien leaned backed in the golden chair, hand flexing at fae speed on the arm of it, his equally golden eye whirring as it zeroed in on Helion. The High Lord's brows quirked up in amusement, a roguish smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.

"I've always wondered what that eye of yours could do. What it could see." Elain's cheeks flushed a vibrant pink, Helion's gaze fell on her offering a wink, "Petal." He purred, "Is it alright if I call you petal?"

The smile he gave her could turn someone's insides into liquid heat. No wonder he had as many lovers as there were clouds in the sky. She chuckled before answering, shifting in her seat, "Elain is fine."

"Ah, I see. We don't want to upset your mate and have him feel left out."

Helion turned to Lucien who remained silent and watching. A steely gaze on his father, Not father and his boots tapping with the same ferocity as his hand. Elain reached through the bond feeling wave after wave of anxiousness roiling through him. It was enough to make her feel nauseous like they were in a sea of turbulent waters instead of seated, far away from any ocean. His heart, she could tell, was battering so quickly Elain was surprised it didn’t fling directly out of chest. There was something else she noticed in the bond. Realization. He knew. And Lucien was not handling it well in his mind. Elain poured her affections down the bond then overlapping her hand with his. Sweeping a thumb over his knuckles. A silent statement to say, I'm here.

Elain smiled tenderly, noting the appreciation in his russet eye as Lucien glanced at her fingers. Sliding in between his own, squeezing them in reassurance. He repeated the action to her, holding tightly as if she were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Then his eyes met hers. The nervousness etched on his beautiful face softened. Her heart fluttered as it always did when he looked at Elain this way. Like she was his home. His comfort. His everything. Just as he was hers.

Helion coughed a bit too loudly to be real, breaking their moment, "I hate to break up this lovely storybook moment petal. If this is about the Pegasus who ate Rhys' shirt. One Rhys should come and two he left it in the stables. If you’ll excuse me, I do have a party to prepare for and guests will be arriving shortly.” Helion made to stand.

"Sit.” Lucien snarled. Helion’s eyes widened at the pitch and the bite of the one word. “We don't know anything about a Pegasus. We're here on our own accord." Lucien curtly stated.

The two high fae stared each down as Helion slid back into his chair. The fog thick tension is now so deep a knife could only strike it. Helion lifted a hand over his heart " Unfortunately, I don't take mated mates as lovers. I'm honored you thought of me to share your bed." He teased with a lovers grin. The fire in Lucien’s eye was a roaring flame. He was several seconds from exploding. Elain has seen him angry, furious, but nothing like this. If he wasn’t her mate, she’d be frightened at the burning rage beneath him.

"I find that odd. Being if Feyre or Nesta were here you'd take the chance." Elain challenged feeding off the energy her mate emitted.

"I-" His eye shuttered briefly before meeting Elain's again, "Sweet petal," he crooned before he could speak again Elain cut him off feeling Lucien's waring feelings churning through the bond.

"There's a reason you'd deny me. Us. I think it deals with a vision I had and Lucien." She gripped her mate tighter feeling his hand grow clammy yet white hot beneath her own.

Helion grew quiet, brows pressed together, his tanned chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Holding a stern gaze with Lucien. "Of?"

"The past."

Helion blanched, the color of his skin fully drained. All hints of the easy going High Lord faded into nothing. A mask of steel replaced it.

"What did you see?" His voice faltered, shaking and strained. He cleared his throat, aiming for a deeper tone in his voice. One that caused anyone to listen and obey. If an ominous storm with roaring thunder that streaked the sky in lighting had a voice it would’ve sounded like this. It came through gritted teeth in a low predatory growl. "What did you see?"

"You will not speak to her like that." Lucien snapped. Slamming his fists on the desks sparks of embers shot from his hands. Elain jumped back into the chair. Helion had the good sense to look startled for a moment, "Unlike you or my mother, she doesn't keep things from me." then Lucien added that and the steeled features returned.

It was Helion’s turn to stand and move for move copy his son’s actions. “Listen boy. I will rip your throat out if you insult your mother like that in my presence again are we clear?”

Lucien scoffed. Not the usual playful scoff Elain had grown accustomed to. This was laced with malice. “You don’t think I’ve heard threats like this before? My entire life? "I've been beaten for saying less.”

Elucien watched as the emotionless expression Helion wore quickly faded. Now his face crumbled. Pained with grief, the glow in his eyes gone as he stepped away from Lucien. Her eyes darted between the two. This wasn’t just protecting a secret she realized. There was love here. For the lady of the autumn court, and for his son. Her mate.

"I'm sorry." Helion let out in a defeated sigh. "Forgive me. forgive us."

For as fast as that heated anger ripped through Lucien, it seemed to to die down. Like the loud sigh for Helion somehow cooled her mate down.

"I-" Lucien turned to Elain unsure of what to do. Elain did not respond the whites of her eyes rolled up, her body falling back into the chair.

Mate.

The word seared in her head, when thrust back into the past, seeing Helion and the Lady of the Autumn Court together. As if her inner eye was speaking to her, revealing a part neither Lucien nor herself were ready for. Now she felt it. The golden spark tethering two souls. Pure, protective, unbreakable love. Seconds later she came back to reality.

Lucien no longer standing at the desk but kneeling in front of her. Calloused palms on hers while he searched her features.

“Elain?”

She didn’t look at him. Her gaze landed on Helion who took a step back.

“You’re mates."

“There are things bigger than telling you the truth. Stakes are high dealing with him and a situation like ours. This conversation cannot happen here.” Helion drew a finger to follow as he stood. “Ears are everywhere in Prythian. You should know this.” He fixed a sorrowful look on Lucien. “We will talk in my inner office.”

elucienweek taglist: @ladyvanserra @helion-ism @bookologist @firestarsandseneschals @thecrownlands @rarephloxes @elucienweek @nestaisgod

#elucienweek #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #day 7: free choice #elucien fic #elucien drabble #helion spell cleaver #lady of the autumn court #helion x lady of autumn #acotar fic #acotar #acomaf #acosf #acowar #acofas #userbecs #ilya-botagon

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heretherebedork · 3 years

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Francis watches Tharntype 2

First thought: I am too hopeful about the future, time to bring myself back to reality.

Second thought: Oven preheating for pizza!

Third thought: Cut!

Episode 1

This is not going to be a realistic depiction of two people who've been together for seven years, is it?

The little tent is adorable but the level of pointless is beyond me. But I don't get that kind of thing at all, yo.

ah, the two types of sleepers and wakers. I am a Type, just FYI. I pop out of bed awake, get dressed and get ready to go within seconds if needed.

He's always been clingy, Type. That didn't change.

lol they literally own a book about themselves. Why?

That as the dumbest way to walk into a place ever.

Wow. I've never been so grateful to not talk to the people I work with about this kind of thing.

Doc! I've heard so much about you!

Look, seven years is a while. There's a lot about this relationship that feels more like... 2-3 years. I say, as someone who've never been a relationship beyond a few months because I'm just not built for one. Maybe not my place to judge? Eh. I'll judge anyway. Fiction!

At least Type smiles more. It's definitely cuter here.

Again, I shall never deny their chemistry nor their comfort with each other. It's just never felt earned in terms of their canon relationship.

Type complaining about a soap opera is a little too on the nose.

Why is this still a discussion after seven years of a relationship? Shouldn't they know this about each other's clothing and priorities?

Halloween costume idea: the sheets from Tharn and Type's bed.

Type really is the good communicator in this relationship. It's honestly impressive considering where he started.

Poor Type just trying to sleep and stop thinking but Tharn won't stop. Boo, Tharn. Space is a thing we can give people!

Go Type!

Cir! Cir! Ultimate Daddy. I hope Leo takes lessons from him. And he even calls Phugun a good boy -in the elevator-. I love them so much. I love them nad I've had them thirty seconds.

Phugun is the shyest and most adorable boy ever and Cir is just like MINE. MINE MINE MINE BACK THE FUCK OFF.

"Why would I tell my boyfriend, whom I love and talk to regularly, about my issues?" Totally reads long-term relationship to me.

KHUNPOL! Khun! BABIES. These are the ones that I liked reading about in @absolutebl's recaps but never watched. This is my chance!

The background music is just really amusing to me.

lol princess Thanya and Tharn drops everything instantly. Type's amusement is well-earned.

Seven years and Type is still this jealous? You're all idiots.

They're a good family but poor Thorn.

lol awkward questions at family dinners.

Why would Type ever worry about Tharn's family considering how much they all support him and keep asking him to marry their son/brother? But, also, buddy, you've been together for seven years. Not break up after that time won't include gossip and drama.

FIAT. FIAT. FIAT. My tiny BRAT. He's HERE.

Awwww, Fiat looking for messages from Leo because he's useless for him and lonely without him. But also, Super Penguin is a better team name than Don't Say No.

I love this tiny brat with the hurt feelings and the bone deep loneliness and abandonment issues.

Okay, I like the shot with Type and Tharn on opposite sides of the table just staring at each other. That was actually really good and I loved the artistic styling of it. Obvious but whatever I liked it.

Type, you've been living together for pretty much your entire relationship and also if you can't talk without fighting maybe this isn't a good relationship? Oh, idiots (unaffectionate)

Episode 2

Seriously. Seven years and they're still so bad at this? Did they just fuck for seven years and never actually... advance their relationship otherwise?

Type, you literally told him not to keep talking or you'd just start fighting. Oh, confusing boy.

They really are incapable of having a conversation, aren't they? Like... wow. It's impressive how they absolutely can't talk without fighting. Because they can't talk to each other at all.

You know, Tharn, maybe you should try saying that to him and more nicely? Maybe not in the middle of the night and during a fight? Oh. Wait. No. We don't communicate in this house.

"It is worth a thousand wounds to see the true care in his eyes" Yeah, sorry TT2, Sherlock Holmes did it better a very, very long time ago.

Cir and Phugun and the teddy bear and the cutesy pajamas and hoo boy this is definitely a daddy/boy relationship and I love them dearly. They're so cute I almost died. And he just SCOOPS HIM OUT OF BED? Yes. I have been gifted this. I'm sorry I skipped it when I watched Leo and Fiat the first time around.

WTF happened to Klui?

"Oh, yeah, we've been together for seven years but we still fight every day because we never figured out how communicate... but we're real good at fucking, okay?"

Type's dad is still threatening Tharn after seven years? Seriously? Oy vey.

FIAT! Tiny abandoned and sad and bratty Fiat! I love him again all over again. His abandonment issues are just such a struggle.

Also, wow, what a tiny push for such a huge injury.

Fiat's absolute panic over the very idea of losing basketball (and thus Leo) is just... like, I get how he could be annoying but I love brats in these shows. No denials, no hesitation. I adore brats (... there are many people who will attest to this.)

Champ and his tiny restaurant! Love him already all over again.

lol the three of them talking about being grown ups is the goofiest shorthand for trying to make them all seem more mature and adult like while not working at all.

Ugh, poor Champ. Let people be single! It's okay. Seriously. I'm definitely on Champ's side in this whole thing right now.

Forgiveness means nothing because you still haven't actually TALKED about anything damnit!

No, where do you think they are? Their entire relationship is built on fucking instead of talking. At least Champ figured it out!

Yesss, the tiny remeetcute. That's darling! And they're already cute. Why didn't they get a spinoff... MAME. Oh. Wait. Yeah. Don't want them MAME. Shhh, ignore me.

Oh, I do look forward to seeing this guy get punched.

The way Doc looks at Champ is darling. His smile is HUGE. I love them already. And Champ instantly going for the hair touch and Doc using it to find out he's single. Ugh. This is absolutely adorable already. I'd literally watch a series just of the two of them in, like, Oxygen style.

Watching them not-play pool amused me on many levels because it looks like me trying to avoid playing pool because of how bad I am at it.

Also, Champ just quietly rambling about how cute Doc is. Adorable. Holy shit, darling. Cutest boys. They win so many awards from me.

Ah, the traditional hand off of the drunken Type.

I'm still thinking about how darling Champ is, honestly. The rest of this is barely registering through how cute all the side characters are. Champ and Doc, Cir and Phugun, Leo and Fiat... they're gonna save me from the main couple, right?

Tiny brat! I love the tiny brat and his tiny priorities and his tiny not-understanding surgery because he's terrified.

Episode 3

I just want to be clear that I love Fiat because he's a brat and not in spite of it. I adore my trash can brat characters in all their varying forms.

Fiat and his tiny priorities are adorable, shut up. He's lashing out because of fear and worry and loneliness and abandonment and a need to keep to the only path he's ever known. I really wonder if he ever would have even played basketball if Leo had asked him out earlier.

Type recognizes the way fear comes across as anger. He's felt that so many times. And he sees that in Fiat, just like I do. And I respect that about him.

Pissy, bratty, lonely, scared... I love Fiat so much. He needs Leo so much because he's just a hanging thread without him, alone and scared and wild in the wind.

I love how everyone knows exactly how protective and possessive Leo is of Fiat at all times. Absolutely everyone knows.

Oh, Tharn and Type did stuff. Was there a conversa-... no? Okay, done. Whatever.

Doc is darling and I love him and he's just the cutest little thing about his crush on Champ. He and Bar could absolutely have a darling little conversation about how to work up the courage to talk to your crush.

Champ just automatically takes care of Doc and it's so sweet. Like, seriously. Techno is basically having a stroke just watching this. You can see all his wheels turning.

Oh, Fiat. You're so lonely and full of abandonment issues and fear and anger and you don't know what to do. Don't worry, you'll figure it out eventually. Especially once Leo figures his shit out as well. Poor boy is so, so abandoned without him. You can see him try to push all that loneliness and hurt into something else.

Yes, this is definitively a healthy long term relationship with good communication. A+ job on that boys.

lol very subtle look of ribbon around his finger. VERY subtle.

Look, I love Thorn, but I don't actually care about his relationship.

Who the fuck asks the person proposing them to always be their no 3? I mean, at least they're clear about it I guess...

lol I literally just realized it was Tharn playing the piano. I am so bad at faces.

Ah, infamous lap scene. Okay, this is cute. I won't deny it. And probably the only moment the feels more like a longer relationship to me. Just that familiarity and working around him so gently and knowing what he needs.

I love Phugun so much. He's darling and goofy and so cute. lol and then Cir and his instant jealousy and possessiveness. Love him, love them.

LEO!!! With his scarf and his sweater and his instant panic over Fiat's injury because that's HIS. "When will you be back?" /Leo is already booking a plane ticket/

Fiat's just so sensitive and easily hurt and panicked. I love him. Still. Tiny brat. He's trying so, so hard to just not care about anything when all he wants is to be sure of his spot at Leo's side in everything he does.

Yeah, I see why Fiat falls for Type. He acts a lot like Leo in this situation but uses words better than Leo does. Mostly because he doesn't personally care about Fiat in the same way Leo does. I mean, duh.

Leo's BAAACK. Yesssss.

The way Fiat looks at Leo and looks away and then looks back but hides his own reaction while Leo just stares... and then takes his phone. Because Leo knows his Fiat. And the hand on his waist again... best hand on his waist.

Fiat's abandonment issue, volume 1! Leo's a lot better with his words before he starts dating Fiat, let's be honest.

Yeah, Fiat is extra bratty because he's been so hurt and so scared for a while that it all comes out because he feels safe with Leo... only Leo can't quite read that right because he's not expecting that.

lol why would anyone see Tharn with a girl and instantly assume he was cheating? That's just... why?

COUCH SCENE COUCH SCENE COUCH SCENE. It's all about Fiat apologizing and seeking that approval and comfort he desperately wants and needs and only every truly gets from Leo. And he gets that understanding, that comfort, the touches and the love and the affection he doesn't get from anyone else in his life and doesn't want from them either.

But also this is the least platonic thing in the entire universe.

Leo literally coming back just because he knows how scared Fiat is and how much he needs him and Fiat admitting it. Again, their communication is so much better and more honest here than it is ever again. Which is... fascinating.

Alright! More when I feel like more is needed.

#francis watches #bl drama #bl series #i'm mostly here for the side couples #i love them all #i want an oxygen-style series about Cir and Phugun and Champ and Doc that's just soft and slow and gentle #and somehow without MAME

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azazelsconfessional · 3 years

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((so i was gonna open up my askbox again but I got distracted doing this and watching streams i think idr what i did the past few hours, buuut there's something I need to cover first, especially since there are so many new people around! Hello! Especially since so many of you are playing OCs/MCs.

Don't worry, it's a tip to hopefully help you along! It may get a little long, especially as I try and provide examples. . .but hopefully it'll help.

I'm gonna talk a lot about OCs but this applies to canon characters too a bit. It certainly helps.

Tl;dr, you should have a character profile page.

(also remember that tumblr mobile doesn't really have direct access to Pages made with the Pages function on desktop, so you'll have to link them manually in your pinned or description or host them on another site(I used Google Docs in the apst) or in a regular post(this makes it very easy to lose as a forewarning) for maximum accessibility!)

(rules pages are also really really handy if you have alot of resteictions.)

So, in general, OCs have a bit of a lower reception rate in rp. Idk if that'll be the case here with MCs because they're, well, the main character. Housamo is also a series that lends itself well to OCs pretty well, especially non-human ones, but I figured I'd warn for that.

BUT. That doesn't mean you shouldn't play an OC! It just means there are things you need to keep in mind!

Think of all of the OCs you've seen--you all seem to be fun and wonderful people, and your characters are surely interesting. But. . .if you don't tell anybody about them, nobody will know what's going on or where to start, which makes asking questions a little hard, right? That's easier to work around with MC characters--we've played the game, we know the story, we know the characters, so we can figure out questions fairly easily based on that alone and go from there.

But with other OCs, especially those that don't represent charactera from mythology or fiction like many other characters in housamo do, there's like. Nowhere to start. We may see a face or some dialogue, but otherwise we don't have a frame of reference.

That's where a profile comes in!

Azazel-mun, I don't want to share all of the info about my character at once!

What if I don't know everything about my OC yet and want to figure it out along thw way?

The profile doesn't have to be super detailed! At most it shoule include things like the character's name and age and probably things like their location, profession, grade in school or place of work, etc., and anything you'd notice on the surface like their apperance. It's never a bad thing to include a description of their personality too, or a small section about their history/background. Little things that even you should probably know, too.

You can also section your profile off a bit into things like "surface info," "meta info," "things you could easily figure out about them," etc. That way, no one can spoil themself. Making lists like this can help you think these things through if you haven't already as well.

Let's use Azazel, a character that you probably know already, as an example here. I don't have a profile set

Name: Azazel

Species: Fallen Angel; Capra Therian - an anthropomorphic Goat (?)

Gender(pronouns): Male(he/him)

Age: difficult to calculate; several thousand years old?

Apperance age: hard to say, he's not human. Adult.

Origins: banished from his home world of Eden, has been in the human world for several thousand years

Profession: Priest of dubious denomination, most likely Catholic or Protestant; teacher at Daikanyama Academy; de facto head of the Missionaries Non-Profit charity Organization; supervisor of the Aoyama Missionaries

Role & Rule: Watcher; Revelation - allows him to see anything within the territory of the Aoyama Missionaries and anywhere the pages of his Artifact see

Apperance: Azazel is a 5'10"(180cm) tall, anthropomorphic goat of ambiguous breed, with fawn fur all over his body and lighter fur on his head and around his neck. He has brown, riged horns which curve out and back. Though his eyes are often closed, when opened they're red. He always carried around a leather bound bible with an eye on the cover, and is never seen without several chains on his person, although only the one(s) around his neck can be seen unless he's undressed.

He wears a black priest's cassock with a maroon sash and a capelet of the same color, with the same eye as on his bible on the shoulders of the cape, and brown dress shoes. The front of the robe is always open to expose his bare chest and the chains beneath.

Personality: Azazel is kind and doting, very fitting of both a teacher and priest, although his openly flirtatious, lustful, and secretive nature causes others to distrust him. He doesn't mind this at all. He has a strong adoration for humans, and values love in all of its forms more than anything. He's a bit of a passive person, often being unmotivated but working hard regardless, and seems to prefer to watch others and the world go by, although he won't decline most invitations to take part in it. He is always aware of anything that happens within the extensive territory of the Missionaries, and seems to know and see just about everything about anyone he meets, from their surface to their soul. . . .

If you know Azazel, or take note of some of the wording or question marks, you'll note I didn't explain everything(although I may have shared more than you want to.) This is just a bare bones exampe of how I do my profiles--but it can get even more bare!

I'll do two this time, a more vague version of Azazel's, and another that obscures information all together, using the same or a similar format to the above.

Name: Azazel

Species: anthropomorphic goat

Gender(pronouns): male (he/him)

Age: unquestionably an adult

Origins: Eden

Profession: Priest; teacher; head of a charity NPO; member of the Missionaries

Apperance: Horned goatman of slightly above average human height. Light brown fur, blond fur-hair, red eyes. Wears priest robes and a gold chain around his neck and chest. Carries around a bible with an eye on it?

Personality: Kind of eerie, but friendly and affectionate. A little flirtatious, especially towards humans. Seems to know everything about people for some reason?

Compare it to the one before--see how I've left even more things off or left things ambiguous while still sharing what's necessary or surface level? However, it's also not as engaging or as informative as the other one where I gave more information.

As someone who plays him, profiles like this aren't as helpful for me lol since he knows so much about everyone and everything, having a lot of details helps me play my character!

Now, as helpful as this is, this is also a character you probably know. So how about I do this with an OC? Normally I'm extremely detailed in my profiles and such, especially for OCs, sharing headcanons and ideas for relationships between characters. But, again, I'll try and show how you can show some info while leaving some up to people to ask about to later be filled in.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [this is where you would put where you get the art for any icons you use--if you draw it yourself, say so; if you use official art from a series, credit the name of the character and the series; if you use picrews, link the specific picrews. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PERMITTED TO USE. DO NOT STEAL ART. IF YOU CAN'T FIND THE CREDIT, ASK SOMEONE TO HELP YOU, DO NOT JUST SAY THAT IT ISN'T YOURS. DO NOT USE ART YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO USE OR THAT ISN'T FROM A SERIES OF SOME SORT.]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: older than she looks?

Origins: Tokyo?

Profession: Professor; Witch

Apperance: A fidgety woman who looks older than she is. She looks anxious and confused as often as she looks curious and confident. Wavy light brown hair. Often carries around schoolbooks and is never alone, always with a Rattus Therian and often with a Nyarlathotep.

Personality: seemingly anxious, but curious and exploratative nonetheless. On the awkward side, but can still keep up with the Nyarls that accompany her. Gets into trouble when she gets ahead of herself in exploring and learning about the arcane, but her Rule allows her to disappear easily.

History: Has always been curious about magic and attempted to run through a Gate when they began to open up. Performed a summon and brought a certain transients to Tokyo and recieved her familiar and the magic to use her Rule as a result. Currently teaches at a college. She stumbled into a certain someone while attempting to explore time, and became a fan ever since.

That tells you a fair amount, doesn't it? Even for someone you don't know? It may even raise some questions that you could ask. At the same time, it doesn't tell you that much, and that can be as much of a hindrance for coming up with questions as saying too much can. It's really up to you what's too much and too little. Here's a more detailed version! Some things have been left vague or confusing in such a way that they could be filled in after being revealed through asks and play. That way, people are encouraged to/given ideas of what to ask--and you can still share things in the long run.

Name: Kezia

Faceclaim/Art Source: [N/A]

Species: Human

Gender(pronouns): Female (she/her)

Age: mid 20's~early 30's?

Apperance age: somewhere in her 30's, maybe even a little older

Origins: Tokyo, with some sort of connection to at least one other world

Profession: Professor of [?] at [?] Academy; Witch

Role & Rule: [?] & [?]

Artifact, Summon, Familiar?: Always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and some sort of man-rat? She also carries around a book that's labeled as a Grimoire, but it's rare for someone to be both a summon-user and an Artifact-user. . . .

Apperance: A fidgety older woman wearing a labcoat and a witch's hat. She looks quite stressed and has trouble sitting still. Her ashy brown hair is thin and a little wavy, with some strands of gray. Although she often squints, she doesn't wear glasses. She carries around a lot of books relating to maths and sciences and one labeled 'Grimoire' decorated with arcane symbols from Gehenna and Old Ones. She's always accompanied by at least one Nyarlathotep and a very short, bearded man who can best be described as a brown rat therian with a human-like face. Sometimes there's a normal rat on her person or in her pockets.

Personality: Kezia is a fidgety and anxious magic practitioner. She's very curious about other worlds and has been since the Gates appeared in this Tokyo since she was a child, however she has been pursuing magic before then. She often appears somewhat confused about or fascenated by even her usual surroundings, but, at other times moves through the world with confidence even in unfamiliar territory. She also likes rats and other rodents, and as such will often avoid felines and birds of prey. She has a tendency to disappear, seeming to walk through walls despite assuredly being alive.

She's a little bit awkward with people, but somehow keeps up with Nyarlathoteps nonetheless. She's a good teacher, once she figures out how to explain things in ways others can understand easily, but can be a bit difficult to follow and flighty up until then. Aware of this, she's rather patient, if a little down on herself at times. However, she most often simply has her mind elsewhere. Despite this and the company she keeps, she's relatively sane. . .most of the time.

She shares a name with a witch from the world of Old Ones who made a pact with Nyarlathotep, believing him to be the Devil. . .and the ratman always at her side uses the same name as that witch's familiar as well. It's. . .probably just a coincidence. . .who would rightfully make a pact with Nyarlathotep?

History: Kezia is an adult human from this Tokyo before the apperance of the Gates and construction of the Walls. She's explored various witchcraft pursuits since she was a child, with what was originally a mere imaginative curiosity and fascination. After the arrival of the Gates when she was still young, she snuck over the fences built around one and attempted to go inside the massive pillar of light, which she attributes to the reason she often seems to struggle with her vision. Several years later, she performed a successful summon and she recieved her familiar, Brown Jenkin, transformed into a somewhat therian form from one of her pet rats, and was given some powers from Nyarlathotep. She has no discernable control over any of the chaotic creatures, however they seem to spend time around her regardless.

At present she's a professor of a subject that interests her at a certain college. She's had other dangerous run-ins due to her excitement over the arcane and "darker" arts, but doesn't seem to show any signs of stopping. However, after an incident in an attempt to explore time itself, she encountered a certain guardian of time and feels reluctant for once to explore it further. . .although she's become quite a big fan of his.

. . .i ran out of steam amd kinda lost track of where i was going. idk if that helped at all really. But maybe it did! I hope it did. You don't need to use any of those things exactly by any means, but that's the kind of thing you usually see in profile pages. Basics like someone's name and birthday and age and apperance and a little about their personality, maybe some history. Oftentimes things like powers and weapons and the like. Interests, hobbies, ways they could be intereacted with, etc. Just stuff that'd help you know the character.

I write everything in paragraph form, but everyone is more than welcome to use a more script format. I love making profiles, myself--it really helps to think about the character and details about them. Normally I make really, really detailed profiles, but maybe I'll try and be more simple about it this time around. depends on how i'm feeling.

I know this seems weirdly hypocritical given I don't have one but when I first made this blog there were like four of us including myself. I didn't see the need for a rules or profile page because I didn't anticipate that there'd be so many of us or, like, people from other fandoms or who aren't familiar with certain characters. I'll rectify that soon hopefully. But I figured I'd pass along this idea/knowledge to others.

. . .I'm gonna go reopen my askbox now. Feel free to send asks again, ask about this, etc! You can send me an IM too if you want. I'll properly close up the guest event tomorrow. I'm real tired rn lol so idk how much i'll get done, but i usually do things super late at night my time, so i have some time to pull my shit together haha))

#ooc #((anyway i'm gonna open the askbox and crawl into a hole))#((i got nothing done lol i was so engaged with something else all week))

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urban-witch101 · 3 years

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"headcanons of Byakuya with an emo boyfriend plz? 🥺 👉👈"

Absolutely! I'm so sorry I haven't touched this, I just recently saw it. I didn't get a notification :( Hope you this this!

~Byakuya Togami with an Emo Boyfriend (!Spoilers for DGR 1!)~

Okay, gonna be real with you. NOBODY saw this coming.

You two must have books or like being alone or something of that nature in common, because otherwise this man would look at you and wince as soon as you walk in.

Black clothes, unruly hair/make-up, and a take-no-shit-especially-not-from-him attitude? No thanks.

However, he notices when you're not at school.

He didn't even realize how often he looks for you in the halls.

He doesn't scowl at you when you enter the library anymore. He gives a polite nod.

If you asked him out first, he'd be almost taken aback by how quickly he said yes.

It would probably be a coffee date. You'd talk about the randomest things. If it interested you, he'd talk about what it's like being the center of a family conglomerate and how to run your own business. Meanwhile he'd try to open up his horizons and ask you about your interests. Movies? Hobbies? Do you like rock or punk music?

(Do you secretly like Taylor Swift?)

(Because you bet your ass he does.)

But if you waited for him to initiate.

Oh boy. You're waiting for a while.

It takes a long time for him to come to terms with the fact that he likes you.

And it's not just because of internalized homophobia, it's because you're everything he wishes he could be.

Confident enough in yourself to wear what you want and just be.

It's a stormy day outside, you're enjoying the rain.

You meet him under a large tree, and you're expecting a scolding. What did you do wrong this time?

And he hands you a letter.

"Well? Go on and open it, I haven't got all day."

You do. And he has nearly poured his heart out all over this page.

He really likes you. He's scared because he's gay and maybe you aren't, but telling you is better than living in denial (he supposes). His dad puts a lot of pressure on him, and even if you were gay he didn't want to get you in trouble.

You look back up at him. "...Togami, are you...are you asking me out?"

He looks like he's about to huff, but stops. He decides to just say it. "...yes."

"Sure."

"I-what?"

"Name a time and place. I'll be there."

He gives a small nod and walks off before you can see him blushing.

You're ecstatic. You have a really cute boyfriend!?

He'd take you to dinner. Nothing crazy fancy, probably an Olive Garden because he knows you'd run at the sound of a formal dinner.

And you two just talk about yourselves, and each other. He even laughs a couple of times.

The Tragedy hits. You're locked in the school together, and you only grow closer.

The rest of the class is more surprised that Byakuya has a lover more than that he's gay. (Is it too obvious that he's a lil fruity?)

They think y'all are adorable, very opposites-attract vibes.

Lot of cuddles behind closed doors.

He likes kissing your knuckles.

If you kiss his shoulder, even through his clothes, oh man. He loves that domestic shit.

If you wear lipstick then he'll carry make-up wipes to clean himself up if you two decide to make out.

It's all or nothing with this one, either very few touches or a lot.

But of course, Junko comes in one night and wipes the memories of everyone. You wake up alone in a classroom with your head pounding and wondering why you feel like you're going to cry.

So does Togami.

After you help save the world though, you decide to open your own Doc Martin's shop with your own apartment above the store, simply because punk will never die, and Byakuya offers to help you start it up.

You two become close all over again. It's really adorable. It's like you've gone home after a long trip.

He runs Togami Corp during the day, and after a long day of work he visits your shoe shop/apartment.

You two could talk all night. You do sometimes. He's exhausted, but it's worth it.

One night you decide to split a bottle of wine and Togami gives into his instict. In the middle of you rambling about your favorite thing, he kisses you.

And you kiss him back. And it's like the pain that Junko gave when wiping your memories finally fades away.

#submission #hope you like this!#byakuya togami x reader #headcanons #angst with a happy ending

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tortilla-of-wisdom · 3 years

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I am most certainly willing to share!

So, if I ever get it to the point of posting (ie, finished), I'll likely title the story 'Mistaken Identity', but as it's sitting in my docs I have it titled 'That One Story Where Warriors Wears Drag' because I am nothing if not clear (or if I'm not clear when naming docs it's one of 107 stories with the exact same title but numbered, since I am not always creative).

So, the story basically evolved from, I saw someone mention Warriors potentially playing body double for Artemis during the war, since they look so similar, and I was like 'I want to add that to a fic, but how?' and then I was like 'well what if the Chain stops in Wars' era and there's worry about the Queen's safety? He can spend a few days pretending to be Artemis while they sort the issue out'. And then I figured out what I wanted the danger to be.

So Warriors, dressed as Artemis, gets kidnapped and wakes up in a cell with all of the rest of the Zeldas and abruptly goes 'oh shit'. So he organizes a jailbreak and the girls all get out only to discover they are not, in fact, in Warriors' era anymore. Meaning he can't just take the girls back to the castle and switch out with Artemis. (It also means that he spends the first portion of the fic in Artemis' nightgown without shoes, which only serves to annoy him further.)

Meanwhile in his era everyone is FREAKING OUT because the Queen got kidnapped, and worse, the Hero has gone missing too. So everyone is thinking they've both been targeted for some reason and there's a panic and scramble to get them back.

So we have two plots happening at the same time.

Plot 1 is Warriors stuck with the Zeldas, jumping through time to figure out why they were all gathered, while Warriors desperately attempts to make sure no one realizes he's not Artemis. (This is hard because Tetra is in HW, and while she never met Artemis she HAS canonically met Warriors before. Her suspicion causes Wars great stress.)

Plot 2 features the Chain, joined by Artemis-as-Sheik, mounting a rescue mission to find their missing friend and his Zelda. Time knows for a fact that Sheik is Artemis, and so has his suspicions about where Wars is and how he's dressed, and Sheik knows that he knows they're Artemis. And they know he knows they know that. But Time keeps pretending he doesn't know and it is driving Sheik up the wall because they don't know if he's messing with them or not but also like HELL is Time winning whatever game he's playing.

(I don't know if Time is playing a game with this or not. He might be, but it's equally likely he's just assumed everyone knows Sheik=Zelda and everyone is just pretending otherwise in case the kidnappers are listening to them. I think I'm leaning towards the 'he's a little shit who knows exactly what he's doing and how much stress he's causing the Queen' option though.)

Warriors does eventually get actual clothes to wear, and a sword. Also, fun headcanon for him based on this, he's a style mimic! If he can use a weapon, he can also, with a bit of practice, perfectly mimic another person's fighting style, down to their dominant hand even. Like, he's left handed, but he's ambidextrous exclusively when it comes to fighting as long as he knows the style of someone who fights right handed. Helps him a lot in getting Tetra off his back for about a week before she's found something new about his performance to poke holes at.

In the end, the two groups meet up, and Warriors and Artemis come up with some sort of scheme to get Warriors back to his group and explain away his absence, and then Artemis joins the Zeldas and Warriors gets back with the Chain and the groups split up and go about their separate missions.

On an amusing, related note, this story has also prompted me to come up with full names for all of the Zeldas, which Warriors uses to tell them apart until they get their nicknames, since I am of the firm belief that the Zeldas aren't all known as Queen Zelda the [inster number]. It makes way more sense to refer to them in history records by their middle names instead of numbering them. Do you know how many Zeldas end up born to the royal family? Too many to number. So, middle names. They all have middle names now.

-Attllhak

i loved reading every second of this oh my god. i think i read that idea about Warriors being a double of sorts for Artemis too and i love it. i especially adore your interpretation of it for this project!!!! Tetra being suspicious of him the entire time because he KNOWS him is so funny KJASDNFASFD and the same with Artemis/Sheik and Time oh my god... Time being a little shit and just playing around with people like that is really funny i love when people add it in

i absolutely love this and am asking to get tagged if you ever post this because my GOD. i'd read it so hard. ALSO YESSS yes give them middlenames!!!!!! considering the tradition of naming princesses Zelda, it'd make way more sense to give them a unique middlename for records' sake. I'm so glad they have middle names you're a genius

#attllhak #tortilla asks #linked universe #im holding this ask gently in my hands and rereading it over and over again

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years

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Dress Up (Ethan x MC)

Summary: On Halloween night, Ethan gets a big surprise

A/N: Okay so this was the tooth rotting fluff I was talking about earlier this week.

A/N 2: I haven’t written something this short in years. Issa miracle

A/N 3: Happy Halloween! Enjoy!

~v~

The words on the paper in front of Ethan start to blur together the longer he stares at the page. He’s been at the hospital for nearly 18 hours and it’s finally starting to have an effect on him, the exhaustion finally creeping in.

It’s been a long shift. He put in some hours in the free clinic on top of helping with his patient for the diagnostics team, and dealt with a particularly exhausting meeting with a few other department heads. On top of the usual business, it’s Halloween, and the holiday has never bode well for the hospital. By the time midnight rolls around, the ER is typically packed with college students and other young 20-somethings that have gotten way too drunk, started fights, and injured themselves.

His cell phone rings and he reaches into his coat pocket to retrieve it. His mood instantly perks up when he sees ‘Naomi R’ flash across the screen accompanied by a picture of his wife’s smiling face.

It takes him mere seconds to answer the phone, balancing it delicately between his shoulder and ear. “Hello?”

“Hi handsome,” Naomi greets back.

The cheeriness in her voice cheers him up slightly. While it’s been less than a day, he’s missed the sound of her voice. “Hi.”

“What are you doing?”

“My job,” Ethan deadpans.

“Obviously smarty-pants. Are you working hard or hardly working?”

“I'm always working hard,” Ethan insists. “I’m trying to prepare myself for how busy the ER is going to be once the sun goes down. I hate Halloween.”

“You hate everything.”

“I hate pointless consumer holidays,” Ethan says. “Especially ones that promote candy and alcohol consumption.”

“Oh, so all the fun ones,” Naomi teases. “Where are you? Are you in the office?”

“Yes, I’m taking a break right now.”

“Perfect. Open the door.”

“Open the–” Ethan looks up, intrigued. He can’t make out any figures on the other side of the door, the frosted glass not doing him any favors. Either his lovely wife had food delivered for him, or she’s pulling some sort of Halloween trick on him. “Why?”

“It’s a surprise, so open the door.”

Deciding to play along, Ethan gets up from his huge leather chair and in a few quick strides, he’s on the other side of the room, opening the door. Looking straight ahead he doesn’t immediately see anyone standing outside. He should’ve known this was some prank of hers.

“Hi, daddy!”

The tiny voice cuts through the otherwise silent hallway. Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan sees a tiny blur practically flying towards him. The small figure collides with him with a soft thud, wrapping around him tightly.

“Oof!”

Chuckling to himself, Ethan glances down at the 3 year old clutching his pant legs like a life raft. “You are very strong for a toddler.”

“Valentina Marie Ramsey, what have I told you about running away from me!” Naomi’s voice is what captures Ethan’s attention as she speed-walks down the hall in an effort to make it to the office.

Ethan looks her up and down, confused. She’s wearing her work clothes, a simple blouse, pencil skirt and her white coat, as well as her purse and a plastic bag from CVS hanging off of her shoulder. Naomi isn’t supposed to be working today and she never dresses this formally in their casual life outside of work. “Did you take a shift?”

“Daddy, look, we're doctors because it’s Halloween!” Valentina says, garnering her dad’s attention.

The couple had given up on picking a costume for Valentina over a week ago, as the precocious toddler wasn’t good at picking one thing and sticking to it. In the past month, she’s wanted to be a pirate, a bear, a fairy, a princess, a princess fairy, and Baby Shark.

Ethan looks down at her and sees she has on a white coat of her own, one that is entirely too big for her which only makes her look that much more adorable. He smiles at her. “You make a very cute doctor, my darling.”

“Mommy says doctors are supposed to be very smart, not cute,” Valentina corrects, and while she’s already the spitting image of her mother, she sounds just like her too. She’s just as stubborn and argumentative.

“You’re the smartest 3 year old I know,” Ethan says honestly. As if a child born to him and Naomi would be anything but.

“You promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

“We were just coming by to show off our costumes, and to grab my doctor’s bag,” Naomi says. She leans forward and presses a soft kiss onto Ethan’s lips, one he doesn’t let end to quickly. Wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist, he pulls her in closer to deepen the kiss. 18 hours is far too long to go without her.

The kiss is broken up by Valentina aggressively wedging herself between the two of them. “No kissing.”

Naomi pulls away with an eye roll. “Okay, okay.” Leaving the doorway, Ethan moves backwards and allows them inside the office. Naomi instantly goes behind Ethan’s desk and grabs her physician’s bag. She usually doesn’t carry it unless the diagnostics team has to make a house call, and she empties it, making it easier for Valentina to carry around and use it as a candy bag. Before she hands it over, she empties the plastic bag she’s holding, a box of pink band-aids, popsicle sticks (aka tongue depressors), a roll of stickers, and a pair of small reading glasses fall onto the table.

Ethan watches as Naomi puts the final touches on Valentina’s costume. “Why the glasses?”

“Because you wear glasses,” Valentina answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ethan raises an eyebrow in question, not understanding the point Valentina is trying to make. He turns to Naomi for further clarification.

“Val didn’t want to be any old doctor,” Naomi says. “She wanted to be...you.”

“Mommy said I can wear your big doctor coat!” Valentina exclaims.

And that’s when Ethan notices she is in fact wearing his spare white coat; Dr. Ethan Ramsey, M.D., F.A.C.P., stitched into it underneath Edenbrook’s logo.

While he already thought his three year old dressing up as a doctor was a sight to behold, something inside his chest warms as the thought of her wanting to be dressed up as him. Her entire world is comprised of doctors, but she wants to be a mini him.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s been silent until Valentina tugs on his hand. “Are you okay, daddy? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Ethan assures her with a smile. He crouches down so they’re able to look each other eye-to-eye. “Daddy is just very happy that you want to wear my coat, that’s all.” Valentina does a spin for him, spurred on by the positive affirmation and Ethan looks up, catching Naomi’s eye. “She wants to be me, not you.”

“Whatever. She looks like me, so when people see us together, she’ll automatically assume she’s dressed up as me.”

“But you and I both know the real intent. You know, I think your costume is missing something.” Reaching around his neck, Ethan takes off his stethoscope and drapes it around her instead. “There. Now you make a perfect Ethan Ramsey.”

“So now I have to make you feel better,” Valentina says. Dramatically, she places her hand on Ethan’s forehead, as if she’s taking his temperature. “Uh-oh.”

“What’s the diagnosis, Doc?” Ethan asks.

“You have a boo-boo,” she replies matter-of-factly. “But I can make it all better.” With some help from her mother, Valentina manages to open the box of band-aids. She sticks one on her dad’s cheek, just above his mustache, and follows that up by kissing his cheek. “There! How do you feel?”

“I feel much better,” Ethan says. “Thank you for being such a good doctor.”

“You’re welcome.” She then shoves a big Hello Kitty sticker into the palm of Ethan’s hand. “And you get a sticker for being good.”

“Even better.” Ethan tugs on one of Valentina’s curls, earning a giggle.

A few more minutes pass, with Naomi and Ethan snapping as many pictures as they possibly can and Valentina putting a few more band-aids on her parents.

The door opens and Baz comes in this time, eyes downcast as he’s staring at a file. “Hey Ethan, Dr. Banerji wanted to–” he stops short, laughing as he zeroes in on the bright pink band-aids covering Ethan. “That is quite the look you got going for yourself, Ethan.”

“I’ll have you know that my lovely doctor here put these bandages on me.”

Baz’s grin turns into a wide smile as he takes in Valentina’s appearance. “Well aren’t you the cutest doctor I’ve ever seen, Teeny!”

“I’m not a cute doctor, I’m a smart doctor, Uncle Baz,” Valentina practically growls.

“I apologize for the mistake.”

Naomi glances at the large clock hanging behind Ethan’s desk. “Okay, Val, we have to go so we can get some candy before it gets too dark. Say bye-bye to daddy.”

Valentina wraps her tiny arms around Ethan’s neck, squeezing tightly. “Bye daddy. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

As Naomi gathers up all of their things, Valentina tells him all about how she can’t wait to show off her costume and get candy. It was her first time trick-or-treating, as Naomi and Ethan decided it was better to wait until she was a bit older before participating in the holiday.

Her excitement is palpable and Ethan can’t help but to feel excited too. And while it’s true he’s no fan of Halloween, the thought of not witnessing it through his daughter’s eyes makes his chest tight. “How long do you plan on taking her around?”

“An hour,” Naomi answers. “I think that appropriate enough time for a 3 year old, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Ethan turns to Baz. “Do you think you can hold down the fort for an hour?”

Baz shrugs. “Sure. But only if you bring me back a Reese’s peanut butter cup.”

“That can be arranged.” Ethan stands up, his arms still firmly secured around Valentina. “Come on, Dr. and Dr Ramsey, we have some trick or treating to do.

~v~

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Happy Days

Hirugami Sachirou x f!Reader

Summary: Sachirou always cherished the moments he had with his daughter, no matter what crazy shenanigans she was always coming up with.

a/n: Hey! Finally another part to the Salchichas and Peanuts series. There’s a part before this, but this has been sitting in my google docs for idk how long now, so I thought why not post it. Yes, no spanish title cause i’m a) very tired and b) why not english for once? I hope you all enjoy! 💕

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mentions of Hoshiumi and his obese ginger cat (it’s true, convince me otherwise, what should we name them?), adorable dad!sachi moments, and that’s it really, just an overwhelming amount of fluff 🥰

Salchichas and Peanuts Masterlist

Putting the final clean lunch dish away, Sachirou listened intently to your daughter randomly blabbing in the living room. He was more than happy to learn he had an extra day off during the week, spending more time with his daughter during the day while you were at work.

Walking into the living room, he smiled watching Aiko play in her own imaginary world. There was a circle of stuffed animals around her, making the noise of each one whenever she picked it up, “Woof woof! That’s what you say, Mana!”

Said dog sat in front of the young child, tail wagging whenever she called out her name. Picking up a small ginger colored cat plush, she hugged it close, “Meow! That’s uncle Kourai’s cat!”

‘A very fat cat,’ Sachirou thought, chuckling to himself at the thought of his best friend and his practically obese cat. Kourai always defended the cat though, saying he’ll always love them no matter what.

Hearing his laughter, the 4-year old turned around, face instantly brightening at the sight of her father. “Papa!” Standing up, she ran over to Sachirou, who picked her up easily and spun her around in his arms. She was almost a near spitting image of you, having your eye and hair color but with his waves. Even her cute little smile was like yours.

Moving the few strands of hair that had gotten in Aiko’s face, Sachirou gave her a kiss on the forehead. “How’s my Little Peanut doing? Having fun?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

His ‘Little Peanut’ as he called her nodded, a matching smile on her face. “So much fun, Papa! I love animals!” Sachirou chuckled, happy that his daughter had the same love for animals that he does.

“Yeah? Your Papa loves animals too, isn’t that crazy?”

Aiko nodded once again before she moved her hands up to Sachirou’s hair, small hands messing with it. You kept telling him it was time for a haircut, but he enjoyed the wild look the curls gave him with his longer hair. “Whatcha doing, Aiko?”

Aiko hands moved away from his hair, “can I do your hair, Papa? I make you nice and pretty!”

His brows rose, this wouldn’t be the first time she wanted to do his hair, and not the last for sure. The 4-year old is always going all out with her different colored hair barrettes and hair bands. “Alright, let’s go make Papa all nice and pretty.”

The young girl cheered, hands going in the air in celebration. Sachirou gave a small, “woo!” as well and carried her to the bathroom where her barrettes and hair bands resided. Setting her down, Sachirou sat down on the floor, making it easier for the small girl to style his hair.

Taking out the small containers that were full of her hair supplies, she set them on the floor next to her father. Once Aiko did that, she stood in front of Sachirou, making various expressions as she thought about what crazy hairstyle to give him. “I’ve got it!” she excitedly said.

Grabbing the first bright pink hair clip, she took his bangs and pushed most of them back against his head, managing to secure the strands with the clip. From there, Aiko took various hair bands and made small ponytails all around Sachirou’s head. Once she finished that, she took a step back, admiring her work. “So pretty! Do you like it, Papa?”

Standing up, Sachirou looked in the mirror. His hair was sticking out more than previously thanks to all the little ponytails. “You’re amazing, Aiko. I love it so much!” Picking your daughter up, he held her up against his side. Both of you observing the craziness of his hair, Aiko gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Papa, Papa! Can we play vet next? I wanna be just like you!” Sachirou’s chest warmed at your daughter's words, happiness overflowing.

“Of course we can, who’s our first patient, Dr. Aiko?” Bringing you both back to the living room, Sachirou put her back down next to all her stuffed animals.

Sitting next to her, Aiko grabbed her stuffed dog, holding it up to Sachirou. “Mr. Perro is first, he says his leg hurts.” Sachirou hummed, brow raised.

“His leg hurts? I’m going to need my trusty helper for this big job,” Aiko immediately crawled onto his lap, facing forward. Holding the stuffed animal in front of the two of you, Sachirou examined it. “I think all he needs is a big hug and a kiss on his boo boo. Can you do that, Dr. Aiko?”

Said girl nodded quickly, taking the toy from her father and giving it a big hug, squeezing it tightly. She then gave it a quick kiss on his ‘injured’ leg. “There! All better!” She placed Mr. Perro down with the rest of her toys and turned to look up at Sachirou. “Did I do a good job, Papa?”

Sachirou gave her another kiss on her forehead and hugged her tightly. “You did an amazing job Little Peanut, you’ll make a great vet one day.”

Hearing a cough come from the entrance of the living room, both of them looked over to see you standing there, arms crossed across your chest with a smile on your face. Mana stood next to you, tail wagging, happy that her owner was home. “Looks like my favorite vets are working hard today,” you said, eying Sachirou’s new hairdo.

Said man laughed, Aiko climbing out of his lap to run over to you and giving you a large hug around your waist. “I missed you, Mama. Me and Papa had a fun day and he let me do his hair, he looks pretty!”

Sachirou stood up, walking over to the two of you. “I think Papa looks awesome, he should keep his hair like that, what do you think, Aiko?” Sachirou shook his head at your suggestion, hair flopping around. Sachirou then gave you a soft kiss.

“Welcome home, y/n. How was work?”

You sighed, “it was boring, I didn’t have my baby girl with me, such a lonely day!” Aiko grinned at the mention of her, hopping in place.

Sachirou picked Aiko up again, giving both of you quick kisses on the cheek. “Now I've got both of my girls home. Can’t get better than this.”

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! 💕

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