#//Would honestly be down to give any of the other kiddos his name if they wanted it

[dutybcrne]

He’d never actually voice the thought, but if the Traveler were to ever wonder aloud around him if they ought to have a surname for themselves, Kaeya would readily volunteer they take his as their own.

#hc; kaeya #//Both him jokingly proposing to them; and also him wanting them to be family #//Either works for him; he doesn’t care #//If they accept either choice; he gets to have them truly marked as His Person; either way #//I mean; the first is the ideal; but he’s fine if they would want to keep a more platonic bond between them #//Deffo lets Klee use his surname whenever she wants #//That’s his baby; OFC he’d be more than happy to let her take it #//Even if she does have a mom and a big bro lmao #//But hey; all in good fun #//Would honestly be down to give any of the other kiddos his name if they wanted it #//But they’ve also got their own families; so he just sticks to Klee bc she is his favorite

[kaleldobrev]

Shiny New Toy (3)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: Dean finally fills you up just like he promised

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (15x), Smut (Fingering, P in V), Unprotected sex (Remember to wrap it up kiddos!), Creampie, Non-Con (If you squint)

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy part 3 of my Demon!Dean smut mini-series! | I think there's probably going to be just one more part | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Shiny New Toy Masterlist

“Dean…” Your voice was barely a whisper. It was so inaudible, that you weren’t even sure if you had even said his name out loud or not.

“Y/N…” His tone had almost matched yours, as if he was making fun of you for the way you had just said his name.

“Please…” Your voice slightly louder than before, but still very much low in tone.

“Please what baby?” He asked, his volume still matching yours. He reached out and started caressing your cheek with this thumb; the action making you shudder.

“I…” Your chest was tight, and there was a giant knot in your stomach. You were struggling; your thoughts and emotions scattered. The man in front of you was a complete stranger to you, despite having the face of one of your best friends, someone that you had fallen in love with. The Dean that you once knew was gone; there wasn’t a hint of him anywhere. In all other circumstances, you would have wanted Dean to have sex with you. Losing your virginity to Dean was something that you often thought about; even almost taking him up on his offer to take your virginity. At least it would have been with someone that you trusted.

“You have to use your words Sweetness.” He said, tilting your chin up just a bit, smirking.

“Go slow…Please.” Your voice slightly begging.

“Aw baby,” he began, sounding almost amused by your plea. “You’re honestly adorable.” He smirked. “Did you forget what I told you before?” He asked. You shook your head. “And what was that?”

“This…this isn’t about me.” You whispered.

He raised a brow. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He leaned in close, almost mockingly.

“This isn’t about me.” Your voice sounding just a little bit more stern, surer of your answer.

“Very good.” He patted the top of your head as if you were some kind of child being praised.

“Dean, if there is any part of you in there that still has…some kind of feelings for me…at all…” As much as you had wanted to finish what you were about to say, you knew there was no point; he wasn’t going to listen to you, not in the current state that he was in.

“Old me had feelings for you.” He admitted. “Old me was, God I hate to say it but, he was in love with you.” Dean being in love with you was something that really hadn't crossed your mind. Since meeting him, you were always under the assumption that he loved you in the way of a little sister or as a friend, nowhere near that of a romantic interest. When you had first met him, you thought that there may of been something there, but as soon as you said your age, his face dropped, and you thought that was that - he no longer had interest in pursuing anything romantic with you. "Sweetheart, were you even paying attention to anything that I was doing when I was human? I mean, think about it. I know you're not stupid baby."

Of course you had caught Dean staring at you hundreds of times, but you never contributed them to anything remotely romantic. "All those times I stared at your ass..." his hand started moving down your body, stopping on your ass, giving it a small slap. You let out a tiny yelp like noise, not expecting him to do what he just did. "All those times I stared at these..." his hands started to remove your arms from your chest, the one thing that you had felt kept you remotely decent. "Honestly Sweetheart, really surprised you never caught me. Sammy even had to snap me out of staring a few times." He chuckled to himself. Fuck, even Sammy knew. You thought.

"You know Sweetheart, you really should have taken me up on my offer." He said. "I would have taken such good care of you. Gone nice and slow...made it all about you..." He started to circle around you, examining you like you were some kind of toy. "I would have been such a gentlemen too and would have even cuddled with you afterwards."

"Now's a crappy time to tell me that you loved me." You said, a slight attitude in your voice. "Why didn't you tell me? I genuinely thought you had no interest considering...my age..." You mumbled the last couple of words, but you were curious, curious as to why he never said anything to you. He had so many opportunities to you and yet, now was the time he decided to let you know.

"I'm not really in the mood for a therapy session Sweetheart." He said, his chest pressed up against your back, his arms wrapped around you. "But you know what I am in the mood for?" He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded. "Oh." Your nodding intrigued him. "Does my girl want to tell me?" My girl. One of the many nicknames that you loved that he called you - and one of the only ones that he had simply reserved for you. It sounded so vile coming from his mouth now.

"You want to fuck me." You said simply.

"Ding, ding, ding! That's right baby." He grinned. "Want to know how? Or do you want to be surprised?

You knew it was a tricked question: this wasn't about you, his sentence consistently repeating itself in your head. "Can you...can you tell me?"

"No. I want it to be a surprise." He grinned.

You were lying right where you had started: lying with your back on the table. But this time thankfully, you were actually free to move around, well, at least partially. Your legs were dangling off the table, your ass on the very edge - one wrong move and you'd probably fall off. Dean was positioned between your legs; both hands on your thighs holding your legs wide open. If he wasn't what he was, this would have been a sight that you would have loved to see: Dean Winchester standing fully naked in front of you. "What a fucking sight." He said finally. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this fucking view." He said, looking into your eyes for a brief moment.

He removed his hands from your thighs, after running his hands on them. The feeling of his warm hands felt nice on your gently cool skin. "And I have to say," he began as he took his dick into his hand. "I've been with a lot of women, and I mean a lot," you hated the bragging. You knew that he was a ladies man, but this was something that you didn't particularly want to hear when you were about to lose your virginity to the man that you have been in love with for years. "But your pussy Sweetheart..." you felt the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "God..." his free hand gripped your hip. "Probably the best I've ever seen."

You wanted to shut your eyes, but that was something that you couldn't for some reason bring yourself to do. You knew your body was tense, and you were pretty sure that Dean noticed. "Sweetheart, no need to be tense. You're going to feel so fucking good, I promise." He said, his eyes flashing that brief black that you hated before turning into the green shade that you loved. "Having sex, fucking," he started to say as he started pressing his cock inside of you. "It's literally the best thing you'll ever experience in your life." He pushed himself deeper inside of you. As he did, you couldn't help but watch as he started to disappear inside of you. You already felt full and he wasn't even completely inside of you yet.

"Fuck." You said, almost throwing your head back.

He chuckled at your response. "I warned you I was big Sweetheart." He smirked. "You're taking me so, so good though." His compliment felt so weird to you. "There we go..." He half mumbled. You hoped he was all the way in now. "Ready baby?" He asked, nut knew he wasn't really asking. You nodded anyway, and that's when his smirk turned almost devilish.

His pace started out slower than you had thought he would have gone, which is something that you were grateful for. You half expected him to be going at a bruising pace as he had perfectly stated that this wasn't about you.

The room was completely silent except for the sounds of grunting (from Dean), moaning (from you) and the aggressive sounds of slapping of skin when he was pumping in and out of you (more like pounding in out of you). Your thoughts were incoherent, both of his hands were on your hips now, grippingly tight - you knew that you'd end up bruising. Despite the fact that the pace was starting to pick up and this was the first time you had anything remotely like this happen to you, the experience was...enjoyable to say the least. The feeling of him pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into you was a feeling that you thought that you wouldn't particularly enjoy, but it was something that you had found yourself loving. "Dean..." You moaned, involuntarily. His name coming out of your mouth louder than you had expected it to be. Your legs slowly found themselves wrapping around his waist, your arms going above your head.

You didn't need to look at him to know that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Knew you'd enjoy it." He said. "Wish you could see yourself." One of his hands cupped one of your breasts, squeezing gently; this action causing you to let out yet another moan. "So sensitive." Almost a whisper. "How close are you Sweetness?" One of his hands running down your body, a finger hovering over your clit.

"C-close." You stuttered, feeling a slight pressure in the put of your stomach. "Ar-Are you?"

"Aw baby, how considerate of you to ask. Good girl." He said, chuckling slightly.

His movements started becoming sloppy now - he hadn't answered your question from before. "Dean?" You asked, moaning, slightly hushed.

"Yes baby? Are you going to cum?" You could hear the smirk on his lips. You nodded. "Better not fucking cum before me or they'll be consequences." Consequences? You didn't think about that.

"Dean...I'm..." You knew you were close, and you knew that you were going to cum before him; there was no possible way that you could control yourself. "Dean..."

"Don't fucking do it." He warned, his pace getting aggressively sloppier and faster. It amazed you that he was able to stay inside of you properly.

"F-f-fuck." You said, feeling your orgasm overcome you. As you were going through it, Dean continued to fuck you through it; one of his hands pressing down on your stomach while the other kept its bruising grip on your hips.

"That's it doll..." he said, his voice seductive sounding now. As you were riding out your orgasm, you felt him cum inside of you not even a minute later.

"De-fuck..." You trailed off.

Dean pulled out of you, and you were already missing the feeling of his cock inside of you. Your legs were shaking, and you felt as if you couldn't move. You never had that many orgasms before in such a short period of time. He looked at you as you started breathing heavy, your chest moving up and down as you stayed there lying on the table. One of his fingers started tracing your very sensitive and very wet clit. "So fucking beautiful." He said.

"Dean, please..." you begged, unsure if you were asking him to fuck you again or if you were asking him to give you a break. You weren't sure if you were even able to cum again.

"Need me to fuck you again? It's only been less than a minute Sweetheart. Miss my cock that badly?" You could hear the evil smirk on his face. For some reason you nodded. "I'll make a sex addict out of you yet." He dripped his finger slightly into you, and you moaned at the slight contact. You were incredibly sensitive right now.

"Dean..." You mumbled. His finger started slowly going in and out of your folds, spreading the cum around. He pumped his finger inside of you a few times before adding another one. At this point, you didn't care how desperate or needy you looked right now.

"Greedy, greedy." He almost sang, pulling his fingers out of you. You groaned at the loss. "Gotta punish you first doll."

"P-punish me?" You asked, slightly sitting up now.

"Yep." He said, licking his fingers. "You came before Y/N. I said, if you cum before me, there will be consequences. Now, get your sweet, sweet ass from off the table."

"What...What are you going to do?" Your question was innocent enough, but you knew he wasn't going to give you an innocent answer.

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm going to spank you." He replied. "Now, get off the table and get on all fours. I won't ask again."

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[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 7

The Palace was in full swing, the banners high, the lanterns lit, fireworks imported from overseas firing off into the night sky from the bay, carriages from all corners of the continent lining up to enter the gates for the event of the decade. The only thing that might top it being a Coronation.

The Prince was wed. It’d been a quiet ceremony a month prior despite the fanfare it could have easily gathered, private, exclusive to family, staff, and members of the clergy. That was the ceremony though, the party? The invites for that had gone as far as they could reach, the party to be held a month after, giving the newlyweds enough time to celebrate privately before they’d introduce the new royal family member to the world.

It was a time for friendships to be made for the future, a time for people to connect and celebrate, so they tackled it separately. Steve took the Lords and Ladies that they didn’t know, gracing them with his royal presence and charm, while his better, funnier, far more charismatic half took the ones they did know.

Which meant Steve would find himself inevitably in front of two people. One, a young boy with fluffy, brown curls, brown eyes, and soft, almost chubby features, couldn’t be older than fourteen maximum, and a much older man, broad shouldered and while aged, with greying hair and weathered skin, he looked healthy, dressed not quite like a lord, but certainly not poor, his hand resting gently atop the youngers opposite shoulder, arm around him.

“It’s truly an honour to be welcomed into your celebration, your highness, can’t say I expected to be here but… my nephew here received an invite and didn’t want to come on his own, bit young to be travelling the kings road by himself you see.” His tone of voice was soothing, pleasant on the ears and… honestly kind of familiar.

Steve found himself comforted in it and didn’t find that weird enough to think too strongly about. Instead he aimed a warm, welcoming smile down to the boy under the elders guidance.

“Well, it’s an honour to have you both, thank you for coming, although forgive me, I must say i’m at a slight loss as to your names?” he didn’t want to be rude but… usually people introduced themselves first.

“Shoot, my apologies, ain’t quite used to people not knowing my name, where I’m from we all kinda know each other. Wayne Munson, Your highness. And this is my nephew, Dustin, the young Lord of Forest Hills. He uh… he inherited the manor there after my brother passed the summer before last.”

“It shouldn’t have gone to me” The boy spoke without hesitance, although with a slight lisp as his teeth hadn’t quite grown in yet. “It should have gone to my brother. What am I to do with a mansion?”

“Yeah well. Can’t change that now, kiddo, ain’t got any idea where that old oaf sent ‘im.”

“That’s why we’re here, your highness.” Steve raised a brow, Wayne looked pained at such a direct approach but… he said nothing to argue it, maybe he was just used to the kids’ approach. “Not to… intrude on your celebrations, but I wasn’t sure when I’d next get the opportunity to approach you in person. This was my best bet. I’m hoping that… you may be able to help me.”

“Quite… direct, but I’ll humour. What do you need help with?” Dustin smiled and it damn near melted Steve’s already gooey heart. Okay, he’d happily do just about anything for this small child. Got it.

“I want to find my brother… he was… he was sold to pay for my father’s debts before I was born, but I don’t know who he was sold to, only that it was some lord or lady or someone who’d take on servants to clear debts, it’s been years your highness… if… if he hasn’t paid for them yet, then maybe we can settle them now, or come to another agreement and he can come home. I was hoping that perhaps… since you’d know a lot of Lords and Ladies, that you’d be able to find him easier than I’d be able to.”

“Alright, I mean, I’ve seen a lot of servants in my years so I’m not sure how much help I’d be in remembering which one went with who, but if anyone would know the servants, it’d be my better half. He’d probably be able to help far easier than I would, better memory for faces. C’mon, just follow the laughter.” It was loud enough, Eddie’s deep cackle of a laugh carrying effortlessly across the voices in the hall, across the music that he’d played a little of during the evening, effortlessly entertaining his gathering audience with his endless charisma and charm, he could have been a bard in another life.

He doubted his parents would have approved of him running off with a musician half as easily as they’d approved of him wedding a servant though.

It barely took any time at all for him to guide them through the crowd toward the laughter, their guests parting swiftly as he made his way through the crowd, calling out “Excuse me! Prince of the kingdom, coming through!” As he moved, much to the amusement of the man and child following him. Steve was charming, he’d definitely make a wonderful king someday given everyone seemed so at ease around him. He wasn’t intimidating, but he still held the respect of the people around him. It was nice. “Eddie!” The laughter quietened down as Eddie paused in his silly stories, redirecting that smile toward his husband from where he sat surrounded by their guests. A lute in hand casually strumming away as he spoke.

“Gasp! The hero of our tale emerges from the crowd, my dearest prince, I was just telling them how you had our field planted with flower seeds to bloom in the shape of—"

“Yep yep, I’m a ridiculously sappy romantic who proposed with a big field of flowers, everyone, sorry to intrude on story time, but there’s someone here who needs our help, Eddie, your help specifically, because I doubt it’d be any at all.”

“Ohh?” Eddie was up, putting his pilfered lute down he crossed the short distance between them, only to freeze when he finally caught sight of the duo behind his husband. “Oh.” His eyes didn’t linger on the shorter of the two of them, but the elder, that’s where Eddie seemed to be stuck, his smile gone, replaced by something unreadable.

“…Edward?” and had Steve looked to the older man, he’d have seen just how stuck he was too, his voice wavering, the man seemingly half a second away from making a move but trying his best to hold it in while the younger of the two watched them both in curiosity. “Is… is that you, boy?”

Eddie released a soft, shaky breath, then seemed to force a smile onto his face. Steve knew all of Eddie’s expressions by now, and that one… that one looked like it physically pained him to wear it. “Lord Munson, what a pleasure it is to have you at our celebration. Steve here says you need my help?” Steve was about two seconds from stepping in and cutting the meeting short, his husband looked upset, and Steve wouldn’t have that on their celebration day.

But Wayne looked just as emotional as Eddie did, while the poor younger boy looked so confused, eyes darting between his guardian and Eddie in silent question.

“Eddie… now… I know I ain’t seen you in a long time, boy, but… I recognise your mama when I see her, and you didn’t get a single gods be damned thing from that old Fustilugs, may god have zero mercy on his belligerent soul, all that hair on your head could have only come from her. Sure as hell didn’t come from us Munson’s.” Eddies lips quirked a little, just a ghost of a smile, it was enough to settle Steve’s nerves, only a little though “Please… could you hear us out?”

“Is that him?” Dustin asked, pointing to Eddie “is that—are you my brother?!” Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the boy, wide and surprised. “Holy—gods, you’re—! You’re married to the future KING! That’s…man we thought you’d still be a servant or something, we were gonna come save you! That old oaf father of ours died two years ago, took where he sent you to his grave the old Loggerhead, I’ve been trying to find you ever since but—I’m fourteen so. What Lord is gonna respond to a fourteen year olds letters enquiring about their servants, you know?” The sadness seemed to vanish, replaced with surprise, eyes wide as he took in the boy fully. “Uncle Wayne suggested we use the invite to ask the Prince cause—royalty would probably see a lot of servants right? So—” Eddie laughed. It was a short laugh, as if he couldn’t quite contain the sound, the forced smile, the pain, seeming to vanish so quickly. “what?”

“You ramble like I do.”

“Well duh, we are related.”

“So… you’re the heir he had to replace me?” Steve looked at his husband in surprise, he’d ask questions later, Eddie knew he would.

“Yeah but that’s dumb, what in seven hells is a fourteen year old, supposed to do with a mansion?! I feel like I’m drowning in it! I don’t think he expected to… you know. Die. When he did,but when you eat that much red meat and drink that much ale without anything to buffer it, it’s only a matter of time before the body just decides it’s had enough. Heart just gave up, I know, we were all surprised he had one.” Another laugh burst from Steve’s husband, and the nerves seemed to melt away with each giggle, Steve wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he… was sort of getting the idea. Eddie had never told him where he’d come from, figured it didn’t matter, and to Steve, it didn’t. This just shed some light on a mystery he didn’t think he needed to uncover “You take the mansion, mom and I are going to live with Wayne.” Eddie shot a wordless surprised expression at the elder of the two, the man simply ducking his head in blatant embarrassment.

“Honestly don’t think I need it, given the uh… circumstances” Eddie motioned to the room around him, to the guests now lowkey paying attention, Eddie clearly too amused to continue feeling pained if his smile was anything to go by. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Dustin, you’re Edward, right?”

“Eddie… I prefer Eddie, but yes.”

“Cool! Were you playing the lute before? I wanted to learn but he wouldn’t let me try, said it was a useless skill for fanciful folk and fae, can you teach me?”

“I suppose I can teach you some things… but not tonight.”

“No, no definitely not tonight, it’s celebration time tonight! We can start tomorrow, or… whenever. Just… it’s okay, right?” hope, honest to gods, innocent hope, this was a young boy hoping against all odds that his big brother would accept him, Steve couldn’t step in, this wasn’t his decision, no matter how much his life was now entwined with Eddies, he couldn’t step in here, couldn’t sway the decision, it had to be Eddie’s to make.

Eddie looked to the man standing beside his brother, risking a small smile that promised something. Something that Steve would inevitably find out to be an olive branch offered, but instead of acting on that, Eddie instead took a few steps closer, and wrapped his own arm around the smaller boy, ready to lead him off into the crowd “Yes…” he said, warmth returning to his tone as honesty seeped into his smile. “It’s okay, come on, let’s introduce you to those Lords and Ladies who ignored your letters, shall we?”

“Hells yes. Let’s make them squirm!” Eddie’s laughter carried through the crowds long after they swallowed him and his brother back up again, leaving Steve alone with the elder Munson, full of questions he didn’t know how to ask.

“My brother sold him. When he was but a boy, to pay for debts he had against some such lord or another, I never did find out who. I didn’t find out about him bein gone until the brute passed, when Dustin was declared his sole heir. Claudia was finally able to reach out to tell me without him putting a stop to it… I cut ties with my brother a long time ago, you see… I should have checked in sooner.”

“…He was sold to the crown. My mother she… she gave him to me… made him my personal servant… someone who could get me up on time, make me eat my breakfast, someone who could get me to read or go to my lessons, I know that sounds strange given he’s now my husband but… I think I loved him from the day I met him. He was my best friend for so long… had I known… I don’t know what I could have done, probably not much in the grand scheme of things since the debts were not to me, but my parents… but know that he was never not loved. My parents cherish him, I clearly love him… he has lived well here.” It didn’t matter that he’d spent time serving there. He’d been fed, kept warm, clean, he’d worked yes, but he was better for it, and he was loved. He was cherished.

Wayne breathed in a harsh sniffle through his nose, clearly full of emotion that he wasn’t used to outwardly showing. “Thank you… Your highness, for taking care of my nephew. I don’t figure it were easy. Was a little menace as a tot, always scurrying off to hide in the woods.”

“You have it wrong, Lord Munson… if anything, he’s the one who’s taken care of me and he really didn’t have it easy, I’m kind of a handful.” Eddie would have made a joke about that, but Steve meant it in earnest, there’d been struggles getting to where they were, it wasn’t easy and Steve didn’t always understand when he’d done something wrong, but they made it, they were happy. Steve would make sure they’d stay happy. “I’m going to though, take care of him… I swore it in my vows, and I swear it now.” And he’d keep swearing it, for as long as he lived, until his very last breath.

“Will you serve him, as he has you?” Would he devote the latter of his life to him, as Eddie had done so early in his?

“He is my everything, Lord Munson. I am his until the end of our days, as he is mine. I love him with everything I have, so trust me when I say, for him… Gods above, if he were the type to ask it of me—” Steve turned his head, casting his gaze across the crowd of people, across to where music had kicked back up, only off key, strings plucked strangely, as if an amateur had picked up the lute he’d left behind and Steve realised with a soft fondness that ‘not tonight’ had rapidly switched to ‘now, we’re doing this now’ gods he loved him. “Yes... as the future King I may be destined to serve the kingdom, but as a husband…”

Wayne raised a brow at his pause, but Steve didn’t see it, his eyes lingering on the slight break in the crowd, where he could see his husband, guiding his new little brothers hands on the lute he’d pilfered at the start of the party.

“I live solely to serve him.”

~End~

#Piratewrites #Ficlet #Live to serve (You) #Steddie #End of fic #and they live happily ever after and Eddie has a brother and gets his uncle back yay!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

One of my friends is going to give their brothers (cis, 10 and 13, multi-gender attracted) the Talk and isn't sure where to start. Do you know any resources or guides to help them make sure they hit the highlights?

hi anon,

first off, tell your friend that a stranger on the internet is stoked that they're taking the initiative to have this conversation with their brothers! that's awesome, and I hope it will lay the groundwork for them to be a safe person for their brothers to talk to as they continue to grow up and change.

for a well-rounded first conversation (which I think we can safely assume will not be either boy's first introduction to sexuality, especially the 13 year old), I would recommend your friend consults the circles of sexuality first developed by Dennis Dailey:

we use a similar model to this in Our Whole Lives, where I teach kiddos in a similar age range to your friend's brothers. it covers a lot of territory, is easy to adjust for any age, and can be a great way to let the kids steer the conversations by bringing up the things that may feel most pertinent or troubling to them. the five outer circles basically break down as such:

sexuality identity: honestly maybe not the most precise name for this circle, since it also includes things like personal expression and sense of gender that are sometimes completely detached from sexuality; editing this one to just be "identity" can work just fine. regardless, I've found kids grasp this one pretty easily, and it can be a great starting point to the others. talk to the boys about who they like, how they like to dress, what their sense of boy-ness feels like, how those pieces interact or could be different, etc.

sexual health and reproduction: all kinds of health and safety fall here! later is could entail things like frank discussions of safer sex, but right now we can talk about things like bodily changes brought on by puberty (what have they noticed? how do they feel about it? what do they like about puberty, and what feels difficult?), everyday precautions such a protective gear if they play sports, and how to safely remove pubic hair if they choose to do so.

sexualization: this one's IMPORTANT. this is where we talk to kids about how sexuality and peer pressure can be harmful such as objectifying advertisements, people making you feel uncomfortable by talking about your body in ways that feel bad, or pestering you to send nudes or look at other images that may make you feel uncomfortable. this is also an important place to talk about consent and good ways to express interest in people without making them feel unsafe.

sensuality: what helps the kids feel nice? responses I've heard range from dancing, nice-smelling shampoos, hugging a pet, snuggling with a blanket or stuffed animal, eating good food, getting hugged by parents, and playing a favorite sport. this can also be a good spot to talk about how masturbation is normal, healthy, harmless, and a great way to safely explore one's sexuality in private!

intimacy: a good place to end, because this whole conversation about sexuality is a powerful act of intimacy! this is a great way to start a convo about trust and safety, and how sex is fine and rad but people with whom you want to be sexual deserve to be treated well and with care. also a great space to talk about how intimacy and closeness IS NOT just for romantic/sexual partners, which I think is really important for young boys to hear especially! these little dudes should know that they deserve to have close friendships with people who make them feel good and support them and let them talk about their feelings.

your friend is probably gonna miss some stuff and not get everything 100% right, and that's okay! being available as a non-judgmental resource who's willing to admit you don't know everything and learn along with the people you want to teach is more important than being infallible!!

also for your friend, might I recommend checking out Peggy Orenstein's book Boys & Sex? it's a pretty good look into the sexual cultural a lot of teens and young adults are currently swimming in, and may be very helpful for someone trying to help two young boys navigate it.

#sex edventures 2022

[nieithryn]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? These days, especially in this fandom, it's usually the relationships between either a friend's muse and the character, or another of my muses and a character. But looking at some of my main kiddos, or my OCs? I write characters that embody something that fascinates me. Frequently it's a new take on strength through adversity, or the reforging of the self after trauma. Sometimes it's something I identify with deeply, like Mace and Quinlan's struggle with the Dark from a young age. Or Yularen being willing to do bad things for the greater good as he sees it. Or Cody being a protective big brother who can't always protect his brothers. And sometimes, just because it seems fun, like with Zam!

is there anything you don’t like to write? There definitely are, though they're rare. Few and far between, aside from the obvious hard no's of various kinds. I'll write almost anything if a partner and I have enough chemistry. But some of the things I'm less comfortable with are crossovers (never been quite sure why, fandom AUs are fine, but crossovers I struggle with), true crack, and angst or smut without some kind of purpose or plot. I love me some angst, but I need the comfort after, unless I'm writing a symbolic unhappy ending for some reason. There's a few muses I have for whom that would be appropriate or canon compliant, but otherwise the angst needs a gentle comfort after or some reason.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? Basically anything else! I'm pretty flexible, if my partner is interested I'll do damn near anything tbh. I love hurt-comfort especially, but I love me some good canon divergent "what ifs" and alternate takes on how characters meet or even hook up. It's fun sometimes to see how a complicated relationship can go so many different ways, where along the forks they might have gone different directions. I love writing the inbetween moments canon never shows us, because there's never enough time to. The ways those inbetween scenes might affect entire relationships, or should have. Honestly, give me all those little bits inbetween.

how do you come up with headcanons? Usually headcanons develop from my analysis of whatever canon I accept for my muse, sometimes from small facial or body language tells during a panel/scene, sometimes by extrapolating from something they say or are described to do. But sometimes it's actually extrapolating from their relationships with other characters, both the muses of my partners and the people they interact with canonically. You can tell a lot about a character by how they interact with loved ones, for instance.

do you write in silence or do you play music? This depends on the ADHD mood of the day. Most days, I have 1-3 songs on repeat to become such a smooth background I can write without silence, but not get distracted by lyrics or the instrumentation. But some days, I need complete and absolute silence because any noise will distract me and the replies will never happen. Oh the joys lol.

do you plan your replies or wing them? Kinda both, and it usually depends on the muse the reply is for. Some I can plot out really well, or get so excited to write that I spend hours plotting the right reply. And some either flow so naturally I can wing it, or unexpectedly just decide the plotted reply isn't the vibe of the moment when I'm actually writing, and off we go to the races!

do you enjoy shipping? Oh hells yes, absolutely. Romantic, platonic, absolutely I love shipping. In the purely romantic sense, while many of my muses over my time RPing are demisexual, I am always down to give them partners, and in platonic senses, family and friends and found family are just. So wonderful.

what’s your alias/name? Liz or Argent

age?  25

birthday? April 2nd

favorite color?  Dark Blue, Silver, Gold

favorite song? 

last movie you watched? 

last show you watched?  Uhhh Family Feud I think lol.

last song you listened to? Will The Circle Be Unbroken by Peter Hollens & Malukah (Honorary shout out to Baba Yetu as well bc they've been on a two song repeat lol)

favorite food?  Oooh hard choice. Steamer clams or steamed artichokes.

favorite season?  Autumn

do you have a tumblr best friend? I used to have a really close friend group on Tumblr I would've tagged, but many have since disappeared. Now it's @strcngered and I against the world, lol. Though @valorums/@prodijedi and @mayxthexforce are very very swiftly making it into that same level of vibe, so I'm rebuilding slowly but surely.

TAGGED BY: @valorums

TAGGING: Ohhhh just steal it, Callie snagged most of you anyway lol.

#About Liz #not such a stranger (ooc) #Let the Games Begin (Dash Games)

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Special Delivery (pt 2/2)

Part 1

Word Count: 2085

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Dukeceit, Logicality (for real this time)

Warnings: bird puns, yelling (not angrily), fear of heights

~~~START~~~

“You don’t need to come with me,” Patton chuckled as he made sure that baby Virgil was secured in his sling. It had been over five years since he got struck by lightning and Logan was still being a nervous nene every time Patton went out for delivery. 

Currently, Logan was poking and prodding at the long since recovered patch of Patton wing like it might give way again. Honestly, it was cute how much he cared, but his constant worrying and his insistence on tagging along on every delivery — despite being a much weaker flier than Patton was at full strength — had slowed down work at the Stork Office considerably. 

Which, given that the work was delivering babies to their new homes, was not ideal. 

Virgil was a little older than the kiddos Patton usually took out — at almost 15 months old — but he wasn’t anything that the Stork couldn’t handle. Remy’s trainee, Thomas, just finished his training last week and was now ready to start delivering babies all on his own. Hopefully that would help them catch up a little. 

“I do not mind,” Logan assured. That hadn’t exactly been Patton’s point, but a wave of affection washed over him at the words and he decided — as he had every time so far — not to pursue his point further. 

“You’re a silly goose,” Patton said, taking off without allowing Logan any time to reply. He heard a sputtering behind him, but the other Stork was too preoccupied trying to catch up with him to form a coherent response. “A silly goose,” Patton repeated, quietly enough that only Virgil could hear him, booping the baby on the nose. 

Virgil’s face scrunched up, and his large hazel eyes stared up at Patton as though the Stork had offended him. He wasn’t speaking anything more than baby-babbles just yet, which put him a little behind most babies his age, but Patton was confident that he was just waiting to be held by his parents before saying his first true word. 

“I am not a goose!” Logan puffed, finally catching up to the pair, his usually immaculate hair and clothes already blown out of order by the wind. “I’m a stork, and even then, we bear very little resemblance to the actual bird, but rather, get our name from Greek mythology…” 

Logan continued his lecture on birds and mythology, but Patton was only half paying attention. The other half was focused on how pretty Logan looked when he was flying — his dark hair and dark wings contrasting beautifully with the clear blue sky above him. It was a sight Patton had rarely gotten to see before and was another reason he didn’t protest too much when Logan insisted on flying with him. 

Eventually, overcome with affection, Patton held his hand out in Logan’s direction. Logan’s lecture halted in its tracks as he stared at the proffered hand curiously. Undeterred, Patton shook it a little for emphasis. 

“Are you asking to hold my hand?” Logan asked incredulously. “We cannot hold hands while flying, our wingspans are each too wide.” 

Patton pouted, and shook his hand again, but Logan held firm — if they got close enough to hold hands then their wings would likely get tangled and take them both down. Eventually he retracted his hand in favor of holding Virgil more securely — he was a squirmy little thing. 

Maybe it was the age difference, but Virgil was a much more nervous baby than his future brother had been; as soon as they hit a small patch — truly just the barest hint — of turbulence, he was off and screaming. 

This screaming continued until Patton finally decided to land and see if anything was wrong. As soon as they were on the ground, the screaming stopped, and Virgil went back to staring at Patton accusingly. The two Storks checked his diaper, offered him food, and even let him crawl around in the grass a little bit, but nothing seemed to be wrong, so they took off again. 

And once again, after a few minutes, Virgil was back to screeching. 

“Are they always like this?” Logan demanded, using his hands to cover his ears as the two flew on. 

“No! Usually, the little guys are all takahe-d out!” Patton hated that the flight was causing the little guy distress, but the only other option they had was walking, and they’d never make it to his new home on foot. “But he’s so much older than the babies usually are. I’m sorry, Virgie, but you’ll love your parents so much, and your big brother will be so happy to meet you! It’ll all be worth it, I promise.” 

His promises fell on deaf ears, the baby cried on. 

Eventually — though not nearly soon enough — a familiar forest came into view. 

“Let’s land here,” Patton said, pointing Logan towards a small clearing roughly half a mile from their destination. 

“If we land here then we will have to walk,” Logan pointed out, though he followed Patton as the other Stork circled down for a landing. 

“I know.” Two feet firmly on the ground, Patton took Virgil out of his sling and sat the sniffly baby on his hip. “But I want to give Virgil some time to calm down before we reach his new home. This has been a hard day for him.” 

“Patton, we are already behind, and if we take the time to walk–” 

Patton stuck his free hand out in Logan’s direction again, giving it a little shake. Unlike last time, the two Storm were on the ground with their wings folded up against their backs, leaving Logan no excuse not to take his partner’s hand, which he did with only minor reddening of his cheeks. 

Satisfied, Patton began the trek to Virgil’s new home, swinging his and Logan’s arms lightly as they walked. 

Unlike the last time Patton had seen the home, there was now a fence along the border between the yard and the forest — likely to keep any children from accidentally wandering into the woods unsupervised. The fence had a little gate that led from a well-worn path in the woods into the yard which Logan opened with his free hand, allowing the two Storks and the baby to enter. 

“Halt! Who goes there?” A guard demanded, brandishing a sword menacingly at the intruders. 

At least, as menacingly as an adorable five-year-old with a foam sword could be — which wasn’t much. 

“Aww Roman! You’ve gotten so big!” Patton gushed. 

“Your wings are so cool!” The child gushed in turn, lowering his sword in wonder. “How did you know my name? Are you my guardian angels!?” 

“Sorta,” Patton said. “We’re Storks! We deliver babies to loving homes. I brought you here five years ago!” 

Roman’s face scrunched up in confusion, eyes flickering briefly to Virgil before focusing back on Patton. “Mama said storks are a fairytale, like Cinderella and Santa Claus. He said I came from a sir-gate.” 

“A surrogate,” Logan corrected. Roman turned his bright green eyes on the other Stork who grimaced slightly under his gaze, unused to dealing with older children like this. 

“Santa Claus is real!” Patton gasped. “Who do you think fills your stocking at Christmas?” 

“Mama and daddy.” 

“Well, sometimes adults just have trouble seeing the magic in the world,” Patton whispered, hunching down to get closer to Roman as though he were confiding his most special secret. 

Roman nodded seriously in return. 

“Are you delivering a baby now?” Roman asked, eyes once again darting to the baby and back. 

“We are!” Patton cheered, kneeing in the grass and holding baby Virgil up by his armpits. “We’re here to deliver your baby brother: Virgil!” 

Virgil stared at Roman and stuffed a chubby fist into his own mouth. Roman returned the gaze with wonder. 

“A baby brother?” He whispered, awed. “Really?” 

“Yeppers! Would you like to hold him?” 

Roman gave a tentative nod and Patton placed the baby into his arms, guiding him into what would be the most comfortable position for both kids. 

“He’s heavy,” Roman huffed as Patton let go — though he only moved his hands a couple inches, just in case. 

“He is,” Patton agreed. “But you’re very strong.” 

Roman beamed at the compliment. 

“You shall be my squire!” He told the baby confidently. “And together we shall protect the kingdom of Sanders from the evil Dragonwitch!” 

He shot a glare at the house next door where a chihuahua was glaring at them through a window, shaking in that chihuahua way. 

“Roman?” A voice called from the deck. “Who are you talking to?” 

The small party in the yard turned to find Janus Sanders watching the five-year-old with a bemused look. Any humor, however, quickly drained from his face as he noticed the even smaller child in his son’s arms. 

“Where did that baby come from?” He asked as he made his way across the yard, alarmed. 

“The storks brought him!” Roman declared happily, pointing one hand at the two winged men behind him. Virgil slipped slightly in his grasp as he did, but Patton was quick to steady him before Roman dropped him completely. “He’s gonna be my baby brother!” 

Janus’s face changed to a vaguely constipated look as he was torn between concern about the apparently abandoned baby in his son’s arms, and fondness at his son’s imagination. 

“We’ll get you a baby brother soon,” he assured his son. “But someone’s probably missing this little guy.” He carefully eased Virgil out of Roman’s arms and into his own. “We need to find his rightful parents.” 

“But–!” Roman glanced quickly between his mama and the Storks, confused. 

Patton smiled reassuringly. “Watch this.” 

He gently plucked a midnight-blue feather from Logan’s wing and offered it to the other Stork. Logan looked somewhat panicked — in all his years of being a Stork, he’d never been the one to bond a child to their family. 

“You can do it!” Patton whispered, moving to stand just behind Logan, wrapping his free arm around him comfortingly. “Owl be right here for emu!” 

Logan rolled his eyes, but he took a steadying breath anyway. He could do this. 

“Virgil Sanders,” he whispered to the feather before blowing it off of Patton’s palm. 

Roman watched in awe as the feather gently flitted through the air before landing on his mama’s nose. Janus’s eyes turned a deep, dark blue, before shifting back to their regular heterochromia as he gazed down at the child in his arms. 

“Did you have fun playing outside with your brother, storm cloud?” He asked, peppering kisses to the baby’s face. “Yeah, you love your brother?” 

“Mama!” The baby giggled happily. 

“Oh! Yes! Mama! That’s me!” Janus gushed. “REMUS! VIRGIL SAID ‘MAMA’!” 

“WHAT!?” Remus screeched from inside the house. “NOOOOO! VIRGIE, BABY, WHY MUST YOU BETRAY ME THIS WAY!?” 

Remus — eyes midnight-blue — sprinted out and stopped just short of bumping into his husband. 

“Virgie, say ‘dada’!” He begged. He lay a hand on Virgil’s cheek, turning his eyes back to their natural green. “Say ‘dada’.” 

“Mama!” Virgil repeated, giggling as Remus dramatically fell to the ground in mock-anguish. 

“Roro, you still love me, don’t you?” He asked, reaching weakly for his older son. 

“You’re silly, daddy,” Roman giggled. 

“Why do we go celebrate Virgil’s first word with some yogurt?” Janus smiled, tapping his foot against his husband's side. 

“Yes!” Roman and Remus cheered simultaneously. Remus sprang up from the ground and lifted Roman into his arms. 

“Onward!” Roman declared pointing towards the house, and therefore the yogurt. 

“As you wish, my prince!” 

“Bye!” Roman turned, waving to the Storks over his daddy’s shoulder. 

“Bye Roman!” Patton waved. “Enjoy your new brother!” 

Logan turned to leave as the family disappeared into the house, but Patton watched for a moment longer. 

“We should get a baby,” he sighed dreamily. 

“You are not allowed to ask Remy to bring us a baby,” Logan ordered, knowing exactly where his partner’s mind would go. “Promise me you won’t ask Remy to bring us a baby.” 

“I will not ask Remy to bring us a baby,” Patton promised. “I’ll ask Thomas!” 

“Wha–!” Patton took off before Logan could reply, once again forcing the other Stork to catch up with him. 

“Patton!” Logan called, somewhat breathlessly, behind him. 

Patton only laughed. He was joking of course; he would never ask Thomas to deliver them a baby before Logan was ready for one. 

He would be ready soon, Patton was certain. 

~~~END~~~

Roman’s first word was ‘dada’ so Janus was really pushing for ‘mama’ with Virgil (or at least he would have been if he’d had Virgil for as long as he and Remus think they’ve had Virgil)

Also I’ve decided that Janus wouldn’t like lying to his children about things Ike Santa Claus or the tooth fairy — lies are for your own amusement or to be funny, not to potentially traumatize your children later in life (in his opinion).

Fun fact about me, my mom doesn’t know what my first word was because I was late to start speaking, but when I did I was fully caught up to where kids my age should be so she thinks that I was pretending not to be able to talk until I felt confident about it (which is very on-brand for me tbh). My brother’s first word was ‘turtle’

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @knight-shives @misunderstood-shadowling

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #dukeceit #logicality #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #kid virgil #kid roman #thursday writes #my writing #stork au #sanders sides fanfiction

[ruthlesslistener]

do you think Ghost has to deal with fans of The Guardian? like, not because they'd be annoyed or bothered but because every time he lets someone talk to them it either ends up with them killing a giant monster, delving into some ruin for a lost gun, or them giving away a billion-glimmer exotic sparrow that doesn't fit their Latest Aesthetic TM

I've honestly never thought of this before, mostly because there's no actual interactions with the Guardian and civilians of the Last City- which in turn makes it intruiguing to think about because yeah how WOULD the godslayer of the cosmos interact with ordinary human beings that are not undead corpses ressurected by a giant cosmic golf ball, but also goddamn it Bungie even if I enjoy the leeway you give for us to insert our own Guardians into situations, I really want to see the undead killing machine interacting with your genaric citydweller. Give us an idea of what the people think of the Guardian, how their culture inteacts with them, and what sort of social othering that Guardians might feel which keeps them locked to the tower and Guardian-Guardian interactions. Ik human mortals DO interact with them, but they're never your average joe, so that kind of makes gauging how that works to be impossible

My gut reaction would be that letting the Guardian meet civilians might not be a major issue, because the Young Wolf, as their name implies, is the loyal hound of the City and thus deals with its problems when called upon (or offered a shiny enough firearm), and so civilians just don't have anything that will actually make them do stupid shit, hence Ghost doesn't have to keep them on a kiddie collar to prevent them from running off and getting themselves into Situations. However, I CAN see some Guardians getting into trouble reguardless, so here's some things that my pack and their Ghosts have to deal with if they encounter civilians:

Marcelline (titan): Would want to show off her skills to impress the kiddos and/or is easily goaded into it if prompted, which causes obvious problems when you put your mind to it. Would also eagerly flirt with any girls fawning over her and would need her ghost to go get her half-brother Aeris to drag her away before she gets attatched. Marcie's outgoing and enthusiastic, but she also wears her heart on her sleeve and that can get her into trouble sometimes. The trouble almost always lands on her alone, but still. Getting attatched to someone who will grow old without you is never fun.

Aeris: The most stick-in-the-mud hunter to ever exist, except for one detail: he's always interested in testing his limits and does not give a shit what it'll do to him in the process. People might find him extremely intimidating and unapproachable at first, but the second someone asks if Guardians have a higher alcohol tolerance than normal humans, he's heading down to the pub with them to try to figure it out. Just because he looks like he's a cold motherfucker with excellent self-control doesn't necessarily mean that it's true.

Petrichor-12: Immidiatly goes into formal guard duty mode on instinct and makes everyone uncomfortable with how clipped and serious they are even though they're really just Extremely Aware of how fragile human beings are and want to make the tower look good. They also spend a lot of time in the Eliksni quarter, so the public opinion on them might be a little...split.

#i think i remember something about shaxx playing dodgeball with human kids #but tbh most of my d2 enjoyment is eliksni focus with some sprinkling of crow and my guardians #so #destiny 2 #anon #reply #oc: aeris sharphawk #oc: marcelline attenbourgh #oc: Petrichor-12

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 17

"Oh really." Two Brains spoke with genuine surprise. He didn't really expect Becky to find anything immediately. Not because he had no faith in her skills. He honestly thought he was just made the fall guy because he was there and The Learnerer was already in prison. Becky nodded with determination. "Mhmm. I went over to the building to talk to the owners and the police commissioner was there along with Mrs. Botsford. I tried to convince them that there was no evidence nor any possible motivation for you to destroy the gadgets, but only Mrs. Botsford was one my side." Becky crossed her arms with an annoyed frowned. "They all thought I was "too young and naive" to fully understand how "dangerous" of a threat you actually were." Dr. Two Brains frowned, sympathetic and upset she was put down like that for trying to defend his character. "Look kiddo. Thank you for trying. You really didn't have to go that far for me. The people of this city would have forgotten or moved on in a few days. It's no big deal for me." Two Brains tried reassuring his daughter. "But dad this is a big deal." Becky exclaimed, causing Two Brains to look confused and surprised. "Huh?" he stated aloud. "Dr. Corngraves is the one who made you out to be the scapegoat. I think he has been hiding stuff and being very secretive about his true work I talked with Professor Tubing who used Bosco to get Bob and my own attention. He had stumbled onto a file that implicates Dr. Corngraves not only of plagiarism, but also potential sabotage of other scientists' works that were in that storage unit." Dr. Two Brains now looked really invested and intrigued. "Okay but if that wanted to keep such a tight lip on what he did, why did he still say I did it?" Becky once again hesitated, looking apprehensive as she seemed to be trying to pick her next words carefully. Dr. Two Brains looked at his daughter with worry and was about to ask what was wrong before she finally spoke up. "Okay, so do you remember that machine that blasted you yesterday?" Two Brains nodded solemnly. Becky took a deep breath before continuing. "Well according to Professor Tubing, Dr. Corngraves claimed to have built that machine. It was actually in far worse damage than the other gadgets in that storage unit which made it look like the machine was targeted and someone wanted the police to think that the unit was destroyed out of chaotic reasons, that there no specific targets. Well Professor Tubing found some photos and files which he took pictures of in a folder belonging to Dr. Corngraves. One of those photos was of the original blueprints of the machine. There was a signature on one of the bottom corners of the blueprints that showed that someone by the name of Dr. Brandon Boxleitner created the machine, not Dr. Corngraves." Two Brains couldn't help but give a small gasp at the name he had not heard of in such a long time. He soon felt an invisible force squeezing around his heart and lungs as he lifted a hand over his chest area. Becky and Bob could see the look of pure fear flash in the scientist's eyes. They both gazed at each other with worry and concern before Becky faced her dad again. "Dad. Who is Brendan Boxleitner?" Becky asked with sympathetic concern. Dr. Two Brains tried to shake off his daughter's worries as he attempted to steady the pounding of his heart. "He's none of your concern kiddo. Just a relative that we don't talk about anymore." Two Brains replied, albeit a bit shakily. Becky wasn't satisfied with her dad's response. "Why hasn't anyone mentioned him before? What did he do?" Becky pressed on. Dr. Two Brains eyes darted rapidly as his body was under immense pressure and sweat. He needed to find some emergency cheese to calm him down. Sadly there was none available out in the open. "Look Becky, you don't need to be concerned about that man. Just drop it will you." Two Brains asked, becoming very agitated with his daughter's well meaning, but invasive questions. "I just can't drop it dad." Becky spoke with exasperation. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the fall of fair city #dr two brains #becky boxleitner au #bob/captain huggy face #tw: ptsd #tw: past trauma #professor robert tubing #dr corngraves #corncob #dr brendan boxleitner

[slimyficgirl]

Lost and found: Temmie is a stupid name

You pushed some boxes out of the way as you dug through the kitchen, looking for some stuff to take on the camping trip. Mel was set to arrive with the others in his truck within a few minutes and you needed to be ready. All your clothes were packed, along with some hygiene products. Now you just needed cooking supplies. A hot plate, hotdogs, plastic silverware..the others were bringing stuff too so you didn’t need much, right? Maybe some drinks? You relaxed as you found the hot plate and began digging it out of the box, pausing when something slipped out and hit the kitchen floor with a slight crack. 

Honestly? Mood. 

You knelt down to pick up whatever it was and winced as you picked up an old phone, it’s case blue and it’s screen cracked. You hadn’t seen this thing in..years. Definitely more than ten years. You though you’d lost it when you escaped the underground, how did it end up in a box? Twisting your mouth, you furrowed your brow and held down the peer button, wondering if it still worked. 

It did. And it was fully charged. Though it had no signal. 

Weird. 

You jumped slightly at a loud knock on your door. There was Mel. You shoved the phone into your pocket and grabbed the hot plate with your bags, wrenching the door open. Mel stood there with a smile, waving slightly. This was honestly the first time any of you were hanging out together outside of work. It was a little awkward. “Hey Hey, Y/N. You all set to go search for a missing kiddo?” “Yeah. Let’s go.” You smiled thinly and pushed passed him, closing and locking your apartment door as you did.you stuck your keys in your pocket and let him lead you to his big pick up, where Abe and Sunny were already waiting. 

“Morning.” Abe said as you climbed into the backseat beside him. Sunny turned around in the passengers seat, beaming at you. “Y/N! Wow, you don’t look soulless like you usually do in the morning.” “Yeah, because I’m not stuck in that hellhole with Gazelle the geezer.” You replied, buckling up and holding your bag in your lap. Abe snickered as Mel got into the truck and turned it on, pulling out of the complex and hitting the highway. You smiled and turned to look out the window, gently pressing your forehead against it as you watched the world outside fly by. It was strange when you thought about it. This road brought back nothing but bad memories, but you lived so close to it. 

So close to your old foster home. 

You still remembered that last trip like it was yesterday. Your foster parents had decided that a camping trip would be a fun bonding activity. Not that they ever really wanted to bond. Not with you anyway. Your foster parents were bad people. Unstable people who took out all their issues on the oldest child. You. After years of their cruelty, you saw the camping trip as a perfect time to escape. So that’s what you did. You escaped, and wound up somewhere...better. 

You’d just been to angry at the world to recognize it.

”Hey, Y/N.” Sunny’s voice pulled you out of your memories and you lifted your head, looking at her. “Hm? What’s up?” “You...said you ended up underground, right? With the monsters?” Abe snorted softly, “You don’t really believe that, do you?” “No!” Sunny scowled, then mumbled softly, “...Maybe. Still! I’m really interested, so can you tell us more? What happened when you fell?” 

Oh boy. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted. To be honest, this whole thing just felt weird. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. None of you were supposed to be there. 

“Like...as soon as I fell?” You asked, reaching into the water cooler that your feet had been propped on, pulling out a bottled water, “I, uh...give me a sec. It’s mot something I usually think back on.” “Was it bad down there?” Sunny asked, her eyes the size of saucers as she peered back at you, “We’re you hurt?” “Oh, no! Well...a little? It’s..hard to explain.” You sighed and twisted the cap off, chugging down half the bottle before wiping your lips with the sleeve of your shirt. “When I fell...there’d been a bed of golden flowers.”

”Buttercups. I think they were Buttercups.” Your eyes were closed as you recalled that day, though this was a bad idea as you felt dangerously close to falling asleep. Remembering was..tiring. “I landed in it, and the room was dark, except for the sunlight that came through the hole I’d fallen down. When I got up, I felt fine, I think? It’s a little foggy. There was a..dog. Thing. A dog thing?” You paused, biting your tongue as you looked for the best way to describe that tiny nightmare. “...A monster. It’s name was Temmie.” 

“Temmie? That’s a stupid name.” 

You snapped your eyes open and turned to look at Abe. “Smack. The British. Out of you.” You recalled your threat from the other day and he lifted his hands defensively, snickering. “I’m just saying. It’s a stupid name.” “...It is.” You begrudgingly agreed, leaning back in your seat and giving him an ‘eyes on you’ motion, which he just laughed at. You gently punched his shoulder and continued.

”Temmie looks like..a Shitzu. But also doesn’t? It’s hard to explain. It has white fur and looks like a dog, but also has a head of black hair in little braids, and wears a stripped shirt. I know it sounds cute, and it also tries to act cute, using that stupid 2000s ‘I can haz cheeseburger’ talk, but I’m telling you now, it’s bullshit.” There was actually venom in your voice that threw everyone off a little. You sincerely hated this Temmie thing. “It’s just a trick to lower your guard. Temmie absolutely will try to kill you. It tried to kill me, and I was just a little kid!” “I thought you said monsters weren’t, like, super violent?” Mel asked as he kept his eyes on the winding road that led up the mountain, “Like, they’re not as determined as humans so they don’t like fighting.” 

“They don’t.” You replied, “But Temmie isn’t like other monsters. While monsters have a lot of things in common with humans, the biggest thing we have in common is SO-souls.” You caught yourself, honestly a little started at how much your pronunciation was actually affect by your short time underground. Absentmindedly you shoved your hands into your pockets and felt the phone in your pocket. You pulled it out and played with it in your hands, “Temmie, though, Temmie doesn’t have a soul. So, they try to steal others. But only human souls, because ours are stronger. Like I said, Temmie tried to kill me, but it was stopped by another monster. A big, white goat man. Asgore, caretaker of the ruins, the part of the mountain I had fallen into.” You set the phone down and turned back towards the window, trying to collect your thoughts. 

As you did, Sunny snatched the phone up. It had signal and she noticed an app on it. Napstagram..? Is it like Instagram? She opened it and saw that, yeah, pretty much. You even had an account, but it was totally empty. Glancing back at you, staring blankly out the window, your story clearly over for now, she took a photo and posted it, giggling as she added a caption. 

Camping trip on Mount Ebott! This is gonna be liiiiiiiiit!!! XOXOXOXO

Last: https://www.tumblr.com/slimyficgirl/695510511517908992/lost-and-found-1

#lost and found #LAF #LiveLAFlove #undertale #underswap

[laurnav]

Changes

its been awhile. a lot has changed for me in these 9 months & we’ve had a couple bitter exchanges in the midst, well, bitter for me at least. seeing your name, your face, your messages only made me sad or made my chest feel like it was about to explode. i have not met anyone yet that gives me the feeling like i’ve felt before, but just with you, but with any other love i’ve had. i started my masters program & it’s all i’ve been able to think about for the past month. i felt the days slipping me by as a i got close to the start date, but now, i’m in it & im scared. i’m scared of the novelty of everything & how overwhelming it will get, bc it will, but somehow, i feel oddly ready for it. & im trying my best & so far, i do love it. it’s coming naturally so far & i hope to continue learning. i’ve already learned so so much in just 2 days with people that 100% want to do it as perfect as possible. it amazes me how much knowledge i accrued at my last job with my last kiddos in just one year. i know so much more than i thought i did & i think that’s why i feel much more confident than i thought i would. i wake up & feel sad bc i have to face another day of training & im mortified of failing. but once i get into my day & i do it, it really is a lot better. i’m immersed in the work & i love how busy i get & every information clicks & the interactions are natural. i thought i would be more anxious, but i’m just nervous about doing it right & wondering “how will i get to that level?” but i have confidence in my mentors, the program & myself. i’m just very scared of change. so i think that is why love is just not in my plans right now & it’s funny how the mind passively strays away from romance when you’re so busy. this is the longest i’ve gone, in my life, without a partner. its been almost 9 months since i’ve had my break up & when it has been time to go w ppl i wanted to try with, i left. after first signs of trouble, i chose to leave before giving any of my energy away. it really sucks that i’m going to school literally down the road from the person who broke my heart & paradoxically, still kind of love. i can see his apartments from the highway, i take the same route i would take to see him, drive by the places we went to together. i try my best not to think about it, but inevitably i’ve thought a lot about him these last couple of days. i’m starting something new without a partner & i’ve never done that before. its new & refreshing & im trying my best to enjoy the new-ness of it all before it becomes routinary. bc sometimes that’s the fun of it all: the new feeling. scary, yes, but also fresh & inviting. but he was not there to wish me well during my milestones last year & i def don’t need him now. it’s just sometimes i can’t help but get a little sad when i think about him because that relationship was a part of my growth & the break was also part too. & sometimes i think “wtf do i still love this person after everything he’s said to me? after everything he’s done, everything we did?” & i have no answer. time, patience & self growth is all i have to say. with time, it really has gotten easier. i remind myself i used to cry everyday to work for 2 months & i found out he followed his ex. i’m patient w myself when i do find myself sad for a few seconds or if ever i do cry. what do i gain from being mean to myself for feeling? its better to let it out. & self growth. i turned 23, i graduated college, applied for graduate school, got in & now i’m joining the best program with the best mentors i could ever have. & im not looking for love in lost places. i’m living for me with support of ppl who love me & im blessed for that. honestly, 2 years ago i couldnt say this, but even though i’m scared, this is the best i’ve ever done in my life. & through trial & error, i will learn. & i will one day think of you & not feel anything, just memories. i’m doing pretty damn good. i would much rather take the small pains of changes, than the pain of staying stagnant. as long as i’m going up, i will persevere. i will do great, i am doing great<3

[theveryworstthing]

So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

#long post #the addams family #Character Design #au #design challenge #i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person #oh god i forgot the cut lol

[theoreticslut]

Plaything

pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

 requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this. 

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You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks...and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

Once you started at hogwarts, however, your crush on the two faded as they weren’t around as much and you were surrounded by other guys. Not that that really mattered any because you found yourself starting to crush on Fred and George more and more.

You knew it was weird since you literally grew up alongside them and they were your best friends, but you couldn’t help it. Even though the two of them could be a menace, they did know how to be really sweet. They had consoled you many a time from scraping your knee to losing your longtime family pet, even to when you had had a falling out with a friend.

You suppose that’s part of the reason you had fallen for them; since you grew up with them, you knew all these different sides they had that others didn’t necessarily get to see.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to have you stay here with us again.” Molly smiles at you in greeting as you, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny walk through the door after yet another school year.

You, Fred, and George had just finished up your sixth year and were excited that you were so close to graduating.

“Thank you for letting me stay again. I swear I’m not trying to permanently move in.” You smile, earning a chuckle from her as Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles a sarcastic ‘sure’ to which you slap his bicep for.

“Don’t worry about it, dear.” She chuckles. “You’ve been a surrogate daughter to me for years. It’s almost wrong to not have you here.”

You smile, loving that you’re essentially a part of the family. Don’t get it wrong, you love your parents just as much and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but something about being a weasley just sat perfectly with you.

~.~

You frown as you make your way down the stairs. You’re not really sure where everyone was. You’ve been hiding away in ginny’s room with a fan trying to stay cool while you read a book you bought in hogsmeade you just hadn’t had the time to read yet.

It’s surprisingly quiet, which is why you become so curious. It’s almost always full of noise in here.

Even though it confuses you, you decide to  ignore the itch you have to figure out why and instead find yourself something to eat as your stomach is growling something fierce.

You make it down to the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge, looking around to see what there is. Just as your about to pull stuff out, you hear someone call you’re name from behind, startling you.

“Ah, sorry, y/n.” the same person chuckles as you turn around.

If you had been annoyed before, it all left your body when you saw who it was that had scared you.

“Charlie! What are you doing here? It’s been ages!” You ask, running up to give him a hug.

After he graduated, he decided he wanted to study and work with dragons and moved out to Romania to do so. That was nearly four years ago now, and you’d barely heard anything from him since.

“Nice to see you too, kiddo. How have you been?” He chuckles, hugging you back.

He doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for you. He remembers always wanting to take care of you when you were real little, granted he was real young then too, but something about you fascinated him. Maybe it was because you weren’t a boy.

Either way, he took care of you a lot when you were both real young. He got to watch you grow up, seeing you as a cute and innocent toddler to a carefree child.

He loved how you were wild enough to keep up with his twin brothers, yet were so soft and laidback as well.

He ended up having a bit of a crush on you. But he never acted on it as he was about five years older, and didn’t want anyone to think he was a pervert or anything. It’s not like it would matter, you two had grown up together, but you were both young and people don’t always like an age gap in young couples.

“I’ve been really good, Charlie. I was chosen as one of Gryffindor’s prefects this year! Not to mention I’ve done really well on all my tests.”

“That’s amazing, kiddo. I always knew you would do good. I hope you’ve been able to keep Fred and George in line?”

“Well, sort of...” you trail off. You didn’t really want to tell him how being a prefect gave you the ability to help Fred and George sneak around even better to set up their pranks.

“You’ve been helping them out with their pranks, haven’t you? I remember how much you three would get in trouble for them when you were younger.”

“We only got in trouble because Percy would rat us out.” You argue to which Charlie chuckles. He does remember how feisty you were at times.

You sigh as you take in his features. He was the same Charlie you had always known, but he was so much more mature now. His muscles were even more defined since his days of quidditch from working with dragons day after day.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that had started fluttering in your stomach as your heart started racing. You thought you were over your crush on him, but seeing him now resurfaces all your old feelings, only tenfold as you’re now with raging hormones.

“I see you’re still as feisty as ever, kiddo. Glad to know you haven’t changed that much since I’ve been gone.”

“If I’m ever not feisty, somethings wrong.” You chuckle, getting him to smile as he looks over you.

He has to admit just how well you’ve matured. Your y/h/c hair fell smoothly against your shoulders, not much longer than that. Your locks only highlighted your soft face, framing your features perfectly.

Same as you, he can’t help but feel his childhood crush on you reappear.

“You know, you never did answer what you were doing here? Does molly or any of your siblings know you’re here?” You ask after a moment of you two admiring each other.

“No, she doesn’t. Nor do they. I was hoping to surprise them with my visit, but none of them seem to be here. Honestly, I was more than surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to see you. I don’t know where anyone else is, but I’m glad I got to see you first.”

“Same here, pumpkin. I didn’t expect to see you at all, but I’m glad I am. It’s been real nice seeing you before anyone else, especially since I don’t think I’ll have much time away from them whenever they do come home.”

You smile, looking up at the man you’ve been crushing on for years. He’ll never know what his words do to you.

“Y/n, kiddo. Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

“Of course.”

“This might be crazy and I know it’s probably a bit weird, but I used to have such a crush on you.” He confesses, smiling at you as you watch him.

“Yeah? Well, I used to have such a crush on you too, Charlie.” You blush.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he mulls over his next action.

“Used to? Or still do, kiddo?”

“Still do...” you mumble, your cheeks a furious shade of red now as you admit to liking him.

You’re not really sure where your confidence came from. Sure you’ve always been comfortable talking to him about anything, but this was unchartered territory.

“Good.” He smiles, kissing you before leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“Because I do too.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, not giving you any warning.

“Charlie.” You gasp, as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging.

He moans, pulling you even closer as he sucks on your earlobe, drawing a whiny moan from you.

“What do you say to taking this up to my room? We can have a bit of fun before everyone gets back?”

“O-okay.” You agree, melting against his body.

You’ve never been kissed before, let alone touched like this. Your body was going crazy with all the sensations and you weren’t sure what to do.

Charlie leads you up to his old room, that had been left pretty much the same. He closes the door, placing a locking spell on it even though no one should question why his door is closed. Molly keeps it shut anyways.

“Have you ever done anything, kiddo?” He asks, laying you down on his bed as he hovers over top of you.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him for any sort of reaction.

He smiles warmly at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires you. He would love to be the one to take your virginity, but only if you’d like him to.

“Are you okay with all of this?”

You nod, moaning lightly as you clench your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to stop at all. No, you much rather he do something to help this sensation you’re having.

“No.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he feels down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I hope you know that.”

“Charlie, please do something. I-I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. You’ve never felt so needy before and you need something to happen.

Charlie chuckles lightly above you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Are you feeling a bit needy, pumpkin? Need me to take care of you?”

You whimper, nodding at his words as he smirks.

You close your eyes as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering to you, “let me know if you want to stop, okay? I want you to feel comfortable.”

You nod, moaning as he starts to undress you, feeling your body up and down.

“So pretty, pumpkin. You’re so so pretty.”

Slowly you feel him drag his hands over your breasts, gently massaging them in his palms before trailing his hands down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart so he can see your pretty sex.

“Charlie.” You groan as he trails his fingers around your inner thighs, placing kisses at the tops of them but not touching where you need him to.

“Patience, kiddo. We gotta make sure you’re warmed up enough. I don’t want to hurt you any.”

You nod, tossing your head back as he tauntingly trails his fingers closer.

You become lost in the bliss of everything, not being able to separate his hot kisses from when he starts rubbing your clit before sliding two fingers into you.

No, you’re too far gone in the bliss to even realize he’s ready to slide himself into you until his head is pressing against you, ready to be enveloped within your soft walls.

“You okay, pumpkin?”

You nod, a few tears falling out as he begins sliding himself inside you, intertwining your fingers with his as he holds your one hand near you head, the other gripping at the sheets while his is planted on your hips to hold you still.

“Feel so good, pumpkin. You’re taking me so well.” Charlie praises, slowly pushing his way inside you.

“Oh, Charlie. Fuck.” You groan, squeezing the hand that’s intertwined with yours.

“It’s alright, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches and I’m inside you, yeah? Can you handle that?”

You nod, moaning as he pushes further into. You never would have expected him to be so well-endowed. It felt heavenly, but bloody hell.

He hisses when he finally fills you completely with his dick. He’s had sex before, but nothing has ever compared to this. He swears there’s nothing that could top the feeling of filling his childhood crush  with his cock.

“Charlie. Oh Merlin, please move.” You whine, your walls finally stretching enough for the pain to dissipate.

The next few minutes go by way too fast. One second, Charlie’s thrusting into you making you feel the best you ever have, and the next you’re coming all over him as he does the same in the condom he’s wearing, his dick still buried inside you.

You sigh as you come down from the high, not quite believing that just happened, but wanting to do it all over again.

~.~

You groan, frustrated at the feeling you’ve been dealing with for the last few days. Charlie only stayed for a week, and as he said, he had been swept up by his siblings wanting to spend time with him before he left again.

Since you two slept together, you’ve been finding yourself getting turned on and needing release more and more.

Charlie had been kind enough, or needy enough depending on how you want to look at it, to please you a few more times during his stay. Each time was absolutely amazing and you wanted so much more, but you knew he would be leaving again while you were stuck here.

Charlie has been gone for nearly three weeks now and yet you still find yourself getting turned on and needing release. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that, not unless you want to risk completely embarrassing yourself.

Bill had come home for a visit and he’s been here a few days now. You wanted to blame him for getting turned on, but you knew it wasn’t anything but your own thoughts doing it to you.

Same as with Charlie, the moment you saw Bill, all your old feelings arose and hit you tenfold.

Unfortunately, no “promising situations” arose where Bill might confess that he’s had feelings for you all along as well.

“You look grumpy, kid.” He points out as you come into the kitchen.

“I am a bit.” You frown, making your way over to the fridge. Again, you had been so preoccupied that you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until your stomach was yelling at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

“I’m really hungry and just kinda tired.” You half-lie. Sure you were hungry and tired, but that’s not really what was making you so grumpy.

“Really? I would’ve pegged it on something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, too irritated to really care what he thought anyway.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on and haven’t done anything about it yet.” He states, not shy about it in the slightest.

“Excuse me?!” You blubber, choking on your own saliva at his answer. You never expected him to say that, especially to you.

Bill was always the mature, proper one out of all the boys. You two were close, but never in a million years would you have expected him to say something like that.

“Y/n, kid. I’ve been through puberty myself. I know what it’s like to be sexually frustrated.”

You whimper, not meaning to in the slightest, but it’s out before you can stop it.

“Is that the case, beautiful?”

You nod, blushing furiously. You don’t like to admit how needy you are, but here you are anyway.

“Would you like some help to feel better?”

You look up at Bill with such a needy expression on your face. Your eyes are wide and your lips are pouted. You don’t want anything more than to have him help you out, but the thought embarrasses you.

“Is that a yes, love?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek as he watches you. He’s always thought you were attractive but for merlins sake the sight of you all horny was a bloody masterpiece.

You nod, watching as he smiles at you, grabbing at your hand and tugging you along behind him.

He leads you up to his bedroom where he kisses you, pulling you flush to his body. Even though you’re younger than him by a number of years, he’s always had a crush on you. Seeing you now, nearly all grown up and matured, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“Please do something.” You moan as he keeps kissing at your neck, his hands feeling  over your sides, hips, and ass.

He nods, placing one last kiss to your lips before ripping your shirt up over your head and quickly unbuttoning your shorts.

Before you know it, you’re naked underneath him as he’s naked hovering over you. He looks absolutely delicious, and you can’t help but kiss at his neck as he pushes his way into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“Ugh, fuck. Doing so well, love. Taking me so well.”

You can’t help but moan at the praise. You love knowing that you doing good, that you’re making him feel good.

As soon as he’s all the way inside you, you’re arching your back, wanting him to move. You swear he’s even bigger than Charlie and yet you’re taking him better.

Before long, Bill has a fast pace set that’s nearly knocking the bed into the wall.

“Feels so good.” You whine, arching up against him.

“Almost there, love.”

You let out a high pitched moan as you both hit your highs, you arching against the bed as your one hand grips at the sheets, your other holding on bill’s shoulder.

“Feel any better, love?” He asks, panting as he pulls out of you.

“So much better. Thank you.” You smile, happily curling up into his arms as he holds you to him.

~.~

Summer passes by with days filled with happy and fun memories of swimming in the pond near the burrow or eating marshmallows that you toasted over the fire.

Soon enough though your back at hogwarts, stressing over classes and spending all your free time with the twins.

Tonight they had decided they wanted to drink and play silly muggle party games as it was a Friday after a big test in potions. You all felt pretty confident with your work, but it had been a long and stressful week. One that Fred and George just wanted to drink away. Being their best friend, you were of course invited.

“Alright, y/n. Truth or dare?” George asks.

“Let’s go with truth, I guess.” You say, taking a drop of the Veritaserum you all insisted you play with to make things more interesting.

“Alright, let see. Fred, what are you thinking?” George asks, leaning over to his brother to converse.

You were drunk, but not so far gone that you weren’t aware of what was happening or that you’d forget tonight’s events in the morning.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good one. Okay, y/n. Have you lost your virginity?” George asks, giggling at the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Neither of the boys knew you had, which is why they both choked on their drinks when you blatantly answered “yes.”

“Wait, really?!” Fred asks, his eyes wide as he looks at you in a new light. How did he not know his best friend had lost her virginity?

“Yeah.”

“When?!”

“Over the summer.” You answer before you can stop. You really, really did not want to tell you’re best friends that you had slept with their two oldest brothers.

“Over the summer? B-but, you never left the house.” George splutters out, not quite putting the pieces together yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you can’t help but tell the truth. Stupid veritaserum.

“The only people you would’ve seen...w-were,” he trails off, blanching at the realization that you slept with at least one of his brothers.

“Bill and Charlie.” Fred answered, not yet at his brothers realization.

You all sit in silence for a minute before Fred shouts out.

“Oh Merlin! You lost it to one of our brothers?!” Fred asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

You nod, closing your eyes as both Fred and George shake their heads at the images.

“Which one?” Fred asks.

“Uh, well...both?” You answer, the veritaserum wearing off only slightly as you had such a small dosage.

“Both?!” Fred and George exclaim.

“What the hell, y/n! They’re our brothers!” Fred groans, disturbed by the thought of you sleeping with his older brothers.

“Hey! I didn’t start any of it, okay! They initiated it each time.” You defend.

“Each time?! How many times did you sleep with them?” George asks, exasperatedly.

“Uhm, 3 or 4 times with Charlie. Twice with Bill.” You admit, the veritaserum kicking in again as it works it’s way out of your system.

“Oh, godric. Ugh, we didn’t need to know that.” Fred huffs.

“You two asked!” You huff, blushing wildly as you lean back on the bed, crossing your arms.

A few minutes pass in silence as you mull over your words while Fred and George try to accept this new information.

“What was it like? D-did it feel...good?” George asks, shyly.

“What? Sex?”

He nods, blushing lightly as you start to get wet, thinking back on how amazing it feels.

“It feels amazing, Georgie.” You sigh, your thighs clenching together unconsciously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I don’t know how to explain it, but the high it's-it's phenomenal.”

“C-could you show us?” Fred asks, both twins flushing madly.

“You want me to show you?!”

“Yeah. C-can you take our virginity?” George asks, shifting around in his spot as he gets turned on by the idea.

“I-I guess. B-both of you?”

They nod and you smile shyly, a deep blush on your cheeks as you lean forward to give each of them a kiss.

“Alright, well both of you lie back then, yeah?”

They do as you say, laying down on the bed you three were sharing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. These were your best friends for merlin’s sake, you had literally grown up together.

Slowly, you climb on top of George as he’s closest to you and you smile lightly as his breath hitches at the sight of you on top of him.

“You’re sure you two want to do this?” You ask, looking between the two twins.

They nod, gulping as they watch you. True they had never really thought about you being their first, but now that the moment had arose, they knew they didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Okay, uh, how should I do this?” You mumble to yourself, blushing at the reality that you’re going to be taking your best friends’ virginity. Not one of theirs, both of theirs. At the same bloody time.

“How did your first time go, love?” Fred asks, watching you as you try to figure out what to do first.

“Uh, well. It started with kissing; kissing each other’s lips before h-he trailed down my neck.”

George gently sits up, connecting your lips as Fred works on kissing your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Like that?” Fred asks, as George pulls away and taking his turn at your neck.

“Just like that.” You hum, pulling the older twin into a soft kiss.

“What next?” George asks, trailing his fingers up your sides.

“A lot of touching, caressing. W-we undressed.” You say, a bit breathily as you pull away from Fred, the red head immediately moving back down to your neck and shoulders.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you two feel good.” You moan, both of their hands feeling all over your body.

George had decided that he’d trail his fingers over your hips and thighs, roughly grabbing onto them every now and then to get you to grind against him.

Fred, however, decided he’d take responsibility for groping your breasts, sides, and stomach. His touch sending shivers throughout your body.

“We’re feeling good, don’t worry, y/n” Fred mumbles.

George nods, groaning in agreement.

“No. Let me take care of you guys.” You say, halting their movements as you push Fred back down on the bed.

You trail one of your hands up each of their stomachs, lifting their shirts as you do. You place a kiss to both of their lips before ripping off the fabric.

You slowly grind against George as you reach over and palm Fred, locking your lips with him as George throws his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, y/n.” Fred groans, upset at the lack of contact as you switch to kissing George.

You slowly trail your kisses down george’s neck and stomach as you crawl down to unbutton his trousers. You can hear him groan and you smile to yourself. Sure you’ve had sex, but you had only just started and were still quite inexperienced, especially when it came to focusing on the guy's pleasure. Hearing that they were enjoying it certainly made you feel better about your skills.

Once George’s trousers are off, you move over to Fred to give him the same attention. You slowly straddle his hips, grinding into him slowly as he grabs yours.

“Godric, y/n. You’re so...so good to us.” Fred sighs, grinding you down onto him harder.

After a few minutes you get both boys rid of their bottoms and them ridding you of your clothes except bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” George smiles, kissing you before easily removing your bra.

“So beautiful.” Fred agrees, kissing you after his brother. You let out a shocked gasp of air when Fred pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your neck.

“Can we fuck you now, princess? Please, angel?” Fred begs, looking up at you after making a mark on your collarbone.

“Go ahead, weasley.” You hum, a shiver running up your spine as he hooks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to rip them off you.

“Oh fuck, Freddie.”

He smirks, carefully bringing his finger to your folds, circling your clit carefully before slowly inserting his pointer and middle finger inside of you.

You groan, back arching up off the bed as your one best friend fingers you, your other best friend gently massaging your breasts.

“Come taste her, George.” Fred says, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking on them.

You moan at the sight, never imagining your two best friends would be here taking turns on you to lose their virginity. In all honesty, it was quite a spectacle. You really hoped you’d be able to do this again with them...except maybe one at a time though.

You sigh out in pleasure as George begins fingering you, bringing his tongue to your folds and eating you out at the same time.

You fall into a bit of trance, not able to differentiate between all the pleasure, the twins taking their time in prepping you. You don’t even realize they’re ready to fuck you until you feel George enter you, stretching you out.

“Oh fuck, Georgie. So big. Feels so good though, baby.” You groan, grabbing ahold of his shoulder as he pushes himself inside you.

You can just barely see Fred kneeling at the end of the bed, watching the two of you as he absentmindedly palms himself slowly.

George groans, twitching as soon as he’s inside you, much too overwhelmed with all the stimulation.

“Merlin, darling. You’re s-so tight. Feels so good.”

You moan, feeling him finally enter you completely. He waits a minute, letting the both of you adjust before he starts moving.

The next ten minutes or so go by much too fast, it didn’t take long for George to cum, pulling out of you as Fred takes his place. You register the switch, Fred feeling different inside you as well as going at a different pace.

You’re a moaning mess, reaching your high with Fred who stills inside you, leaning into you as you both ride out the bliss.

“Oh fuck, princess. That was amazing.” Fred smiles, kissing you as he massages your lower back, laying down beside you, facing you.

“Yeah it was.” George agrees, laying behind you and massaging your hip.

You smile tiredly, nodding in agreement as you try to catch your breath. The three of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Fred kisses your nose, George kissing your shoulder.

“Is it cool to do that again? Like, tomorrow or something?” Fred asks, smiling at you as you chuckle.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that again. It felt amazing.” You smile, looking at Fred and then over your shoulder at George.

“Definitely, angel.” Fred agrees, kissing you and you feel george nod against your back as he continues placing soft, warm kisses to your shoulder.

You never expected all this to happen when arriving to the burrow this past summer, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased with the outcomes. Not only did you get a confession from your two oldest crushes that they also liked you back, but you lost your virginity to one, got to sleep with the other, and you got to sleep with your two best friends; which you’re pretty sure the three of you are going to continue to do for quite awhile. What more could you possibly ask for?

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christmas dinner | oneshot

@jksfruit: hi I love all the stuff you’ve posted so far so much! would you be willing to write a christmas themed fic? whoever and whatever you want :) I’m just really in the christmas-y mood. thank you so much!

excerpt | you come to a company dinner expecting to leave with new friends—but you leave with a number instead?

pairing | bts members x actress!reader (platonic), seokjin x reader

genre | fluff

warning/s | none

lee’s notes | my second request! AAH thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy it! happy holidays <3

word count | 3.99k words

go to | home / m. list / faq

SNOW BEGINS TO FALL ONTO YOURSELF AS YOU get out of your car. You close the door behind you and sigh once you feel the chilly air, quickly opening the trunk to get the bags of presents in the back.

"Aish—it's so damn cold." You mutter under your breath as you pick up the presents.

The company dinner had most likely started about an hour prior to your arrival, you realize. It was Bang PD's idea to hold the small gathering, knowing that some of his artists would not be able to come home and celebrate with their families. After settling the proper time and place, he decided to invite BTS and a select number of other artists from HYBE, including you.

You were the first actress signed by HYBE—the decision meant to be the stepping stone of the company into the acting industry. You were honestly quite excited when you first received the offer, realizing that you would soon be in the same entertainment as a number of big names known worldwide.

However, because of your busy schedule, you were never actually able to find the time to meet any of the other artists under your label. So, when Bang invited you to the dinner, you were both excited and nervous to finally be able to meet a few other artists.

Hopefully they can forgive me for being a bit late. You think to yourself as you walk away from your car with a sigh.

Once you walk into the lobby, you're instantly greeted with warmth from the heaters and the soft sounds of Christmas jazz music. You walk up to the concierge desk, letting out a silent chuckle as you see the dazed look on their faces.

"G-Good evening, ma'am. You're here for the Christmas eve dinner, right?" One of the staff members ask once you approach their desk.

"Yes, the one with Bang Si Hyuk?" You respond politely, the staff member nodding.

"Ah, please follow me." The staff member says, and you nod with a smile.

She slowly walks you towards a buffet restaurant and you quickly notice the low quantity of people in the area, making you sigh in relief. As she brings you to a further inside, you suddenly hear a gasp next to you.

"Eomma, is that (Y/N)?" Someone loudly whispers, making both you and the staff member look towards them.

You're quickly taken aback when you see a mother and her son, the mother looking quite shocked as she quickly turns towards her son.

"Jiwon-ah, your voice is too loud." The mom quietly scolds his son before turning towards you.

"I'm very sorry about him, he gets a bit too excited sometimes." The mom apologetically says, bowing towards you.

Your eyes quickly widen as you shake your head, giving her a small reassuring smile.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, politely bowing back before turning towards the child in front of you.

"Hi kiddo." You say playfully, the child shyly gazing at you.

"I saw you on TV." He responds softly, looking at you in awe.

You let out an amused chuckle and crouch down towards him, the bottom portion of your trench coat touching the ground. The child blinks at you for a few moments before he opens his mouth to speak again.

"You're my favorite." He mumbles, causing you and his mom to both let out a laugh.

"He watches you all the time when you're on TV." The mom explains as you look towards her.

You let out a shy smile and scratch the back of your head shyly, your heart melting at the remark.

"Aw, thank you so much." You reply, the tips of your ears turning pink in embarrassment.

The mom chuckles at your reaction, hesitantly sighing before giving you an apologetic smile.

"I'm really sorry to ask this—but would you mind if he took a quick photo with you? We're actually here to celebrate his kindergarten graduation and I'm sure it would make him so much happier if you did." The mom says, causing you to let out a gasp.

"Aigoo, you should've told me sooner that he graduated today! That's so amazing to hear! And of course, I'd love to take a photo with you guys." You respond, the mom letting out a sigh in relief.

You turn towards the staff member behind you, smiling at her sheepishly. She instantly nods, understanding the look on your face before giving you a reassuring smile.

"I can take the photo for you guys." She says, the mom thanking her before handing her the phone.

The three of you take a photo together, the little boy letting out a giggle when you give him a hug. After the photo was taken, the mother and son thank you before saying their goodbyes.

"I'll see you soon, okay? And congratulations on graduating!" You tell the little boy, waving to him as they walk away.

Once they're away, you let out a small sigh and chuckle in amusement at the interaction you just had.

"Ma'am, would you like me to lead you to your table?" The staff member asks, causing you to look towards her.

As you open your mouth to respond, you suddenly hear footsteps next to you. The staff member in front of you lets out a small gasp, causing you to turn towards your side to see who it was.

Your eyes slightly widen when you see Namjoon and Seokjin standing there, their expressions also reflecting surprise. After blinking for a few seconds, Namjoon quickly clears his throat before bowing towards you.

"Good evening, (Y/N)-ssi." He says, giving you a small smile.

Seokjin sees what Namjoon did and turns towards you, about to do the same thing. But before he could, you quickly shake your head and give them a small bow.

"Oh! It's alright, there's no need to be so formal." You say, Namjoon and Seokjin giving you a sheepish smile.

"Did you two just get here?" You quickly ask, trying to dissolve the awkward atmosphere in the air.

Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

"We got here about half an hour ago. Me and Jin-hyung just used the restroom." Namjoon explains, Seokjin nodding to affirm.

You let out small laugh and nod, slowly picking up the bags you carried with you from the car.

"Aw, for a moment I thought I wasn't the only late one." You joke, Namjoon and Seokjin letting out a laugh at your remark.

The older member looks down towards your hands, quickly stepping towards you.

"Oh, let us help you!" Seokjin exclaims, reaching for the bags you were holding.

Before you could decline, Namjoon and Seokjin both quickly grab each of the bags. You sigh and smile at them, putting both of your hands in the pockets of your coat.

"Thank you guys so much." You say, Namjoon and Seokjin both grinning at you.

The three of you begin to walk towards the company table, the staff member now long gone as she realized the members could lead you there themselves. Upon arriving, you immediately smile once you make eye contact with a familiar pair of eyes.

"Bang!" You exclaim, the mentioned man smiling and walking towards you.

"Ah, the star of the show is finally here!" Bang PD jokes, causing you to let out a laugh and shake your head.

"Stop—if you keep saying that, people might actually believe you." You reply in an embarrassed tone, giving Bang PD a hug.

Bang PD just chuckles in response, hugging you back for a moment before pulling away.

"It is true, though! Come on, a full sweep at Baeksang? Now that's not something you see every day." He says, making your cheeks turn pink as you smile sheepishly.

"He's not lying, you are very talented, (Y/N)-ssi." Namjoon says from behind you.

You laugh and look towards him, shaking your head at his remark.

"Right back at you, Namjoon-ssi." You tease, Namjoon and Seokjin both letting out a smile.

Bang PD quickly claps his hands, pointing towards an empty seat on one side of the table.

"Alright! (Y/N)-ah, you can go sit there. And to everyone else, please feel free to start roaming the buffet! I don't want to hear any crap about diets tonight!" Bang PD exclaims, everyone letting out cheers and laughs as they begin to disperse.

You smile at the sight, thanking Bang PD again before walking towards your seat. When you get there, you notice that Namjoon and Seokjin followed suit, putting down the bags near your chair.

"You guys are absolute saints. Thank you so much for your help." You say with a pout, the two men smiling at you.

"It was no problem, (Y/N)-ssi. We were glad to help." Seokjin says, making you sigh and smile at them.

"You know, I get that this is just our first time meeting but you guys can drop the formalities! (Y/N) is fine." You say with a chuckle, the two members nodding.

"Wait, you were born in '94 , right?" Namjoon asks, you quickly nodding in response.

"Oh! We're the same age, then! I'm a '94 liner too. Jin-hyung was born in '92." Namjoon explains, causing you to let out a soft oh.

"All the more reason to drop the formalities, then." You say with a chuckle, the two of them nodding with smiles.

Before you could say anything else, you suddenly feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking behind you, you're instantly greeted with a sight of a shy Jungkook and an excited Taehyung.

"Noona! It's so good to see you!" Taehyung exclaims, quickly bringing you in for a hug.

You laugh and hug him back, ruffling his hair before letting him go. The two of you were well acquainted with one another, having been able to spend some time together when he guest-starred in one of your dramas.

"Tae, it's been so long! How have you been?" You ask with a smile, Taehyung shrugging towards you with a chuckle.

"Just the same old, I guess." Taehyung jokes, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.

"Same old, my ass. I saw you on TV!" You exclaim, the other members laughing at your remark.

Taehyung shakes his head with a grin, patting the shoulders of the maknae who was shyly standing next to him.

"Noona, this is Jungkook. He's a big fan of all your works." Taehyung says, the maknae giving a small bow.

"I enjoyed your new movie a lot." Jungkook mumbles before letting out a shy smile.

You politely bow back, smiling towards Taehyung and Jungkook.

"It's nice to meet you! And thank you so much for your support. It means a lot to hear that from someone so talented." You respond, causing both Taehyung and Jungkook's smiles to widen.

You smile back at them before quickly realizing that there were barely any people left on the table—the remaining people being you and the 4 BTS members you've interacted with thus far.

"Oh, you guys should go and get your food! Don't let me stop you from enjoying dinner." You quickly say, Namjoon nodding before letting out a teasing chuckle.

"We can all go and get food together! I'm sure Jungkook would love to chat about some of your projects while we walk around. He talks about you all the time." Namjoon teases, whispering the last part to you.

Upon hearing this, you let out a laugh and glance towards Jungkook, smiling once you see the flushed expression on his face. You playfully pat his shoulder, gesturing for you guys to begin moving.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" You joke, Jungkook and the rest of the members chuckling before you all begin to walk away from your table.

...

"Stop, that's insane!" Jimin exclaims, shaking his head at your remark.

You laugh and take a sip of your tea, clearly amused at the man's reaction. You had just told him that a stunt double wasn't hired for the jumping scene in your latest movie and, needless to say, he was pretty taken aback.

"I'm serious! I mean, not even gonna lie, it was pretty terrifying. But would I do it again? Totally." You respond, Jimin and Yoongi laughing and shaking their heads.

"Well that's amazing." Seokjin remarks from beside you, making you give him a sheepish grin.

The four of you were currently engrossed in a conversation with one another, the members not being able to hold themselves from asking you about specific scenes in your latest movie.

By now, almost everyone was thoroughly done with dinner, now just chatting with one another to catch up or get more acquainted. Since you were sat right between the members, it was inevitable for you to to converse with at least one of them while you hung around the table.

As you now listened to Yoongi's story about his experience watching the movie, your eyes suddenly catch Hoseok reaching into his pocket—quickly noticing that he didn't have a bag. You perk up at this, instantly remembering that you had actually brought them gifts.

"Oh! Before I forget, I actually got you guys some presents!" You suddenly exclaim, reaching downwards to pick up the large paper bags you brought with you.

The members eyes quickly widen, clearly surprised that you thought to give them something despite this being your first time meeting.

"It's nothing special, I just thought it might come in handy since you guys seem to travel a lot." You explain sheepishly, standing up.

You grab the paper bags from the floor and place them on the chair, ready to start distributing the gifts to the members.

"Let's see..." You mumble, trying to find a specific member to give first.

As you dig through the bag, you suddenly notice another pair of hands holding it steady. You stand up and make eye contact with Seokjin, the man shyly smiling once your eyes meet.

"Thank you." You say gratefully, Seokjin shaking his head reassuringly in return.

Finally, you manage to pick out a wrapped box with a bow on top, the card having Hoseok's name written on it. You grin and fix up the bow before turning to your side to hand it to him.

"Here you go, Hoseok. Merry Christmas!" You exclaim, Hoseok's smile widening when he sees your gift.

"Wah! Thank you so much, (Y/N)." Hoseok says, giving you a hug from across the table as he accepts the gift.

You smile back at him, reaching back into the bag to grab another gift. Once you see the name, you turn to your side and laugh at the familiar bunny smile of the man in front of you.

"Oh! Noona, is this for me?" Jungkook exclaims, causing you to smile and nod.

While the maknae seemed to be quite shy at first, he quickly got over his shy composure once you interacted with him more. You were happy to notice that he seemed much more comfortable with you now.

"Thank you so much, noona!" Jungkook says, giving you a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Kook!" You greet with a smile, patting his back before pulling away.

With Seokjin's help, you continue to distribute the gifts to the rest of the members (and of course, Bang PD) before noticing that there was only 1 box left inside.

"Oh! This one's for you." You say to Seokjin, reaching inside the bag before handing the gift to him.

"Thank you so much, (Y/N)-ah." Seokjin responds with a chuckle, giving you a hug.

You smile and hug him back, not noticing the teasing smiles the other members had on their faces as they watched the two of you interact.

"You know, I might just open it right now! It's almost Christmas anyways." Yoongi teases as you pull away from Seokjin.

You let out a laugh and check your phone, noticing as well that there were only 15 minutes left until the clock would strike midnight.

"Go ahead! I hope you like it." You say nervously, Yoongi giving you an excited smile before beginning to open the wrapping.

Once he opens the wrapper, he sees a plain black box and carefully opens it to see what's inside. Once he does, he immediately gasps upon seeing its content.

"(Y/N)-ah, this is amazing!" Yoongi exclaims, the other members now curious to see what it was.

"Hold it up, hyung! I wanna see it too." Jimin says with a laugh, the other members nodding.

Yoongi slowly holds up a leather satchel, its center containing a subtly engraved MYG to indicate that Yoongi owned it. Upon seeing it, the other members let out excited gasps and smiles before beginning to opening theirs as well.

"Thank you so much, (Y/N)." Yoongi says, giving you another hug as he excitedly wears the bag.

You laugh and nod your head, relieved to see that they seemed to like the gift.

"I'm so happy you guys like it! I actually got them from this small shop in France. They were customizing all of these different pieces and I just saw the bags instantly thought of you guys." You explain, the members nodding.

"Well, don't be surprised if you see this online the next time we go to an airport because I'm definitely taking it with me." Namjoon jokes, making all of you let out a laugh.

Once you all settle down, you chat a bit more with each other before Bang PD realizes how late it already is. He decides to wrap up the dinner and pay the check, encouraging everyone to start going home.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, I had a lot of fun." You say with a smile, giving Bang PD another hug.

"No problem. It was nice to see you getting along with the others so well." Bang PD says, giving you a smile once you pull away.

You put on your trench coat and grab your purse, making sure not to leave anything behind. Once you were ready, you slowly walk out of the restaurant and smile when you see BTS standing in the lobby.

"Thank you guys so much for tonight. It was so nice to meet all of you." You say with a smile, the other members nodding and smiling back.

You give each one of them a hug, grinning when you see that Taehyung is the last member. You laugh before giving him a big hug, Taehyung laughing and hugging you back.

"Text me, okay? We need to hang out again soon!" You exclaim once you pull away, Taehyung nodding and winking at you.

"I'd clear my schedule for you any day, noona." Taehyung jokes, the two of you laughing.

After saying your goodbyes to all of the members, you smile and wave at them before walking towards the concierge desk. Upon getting there, you give them a polite smile and bring out your parking ticket.

"Hi, can I just get this validated?" You ask, the front desk lady nodding politely before getting the ticket.

As you wait for them to finish, you don't notice the BTS members still staring at you from afar, all seemingly poking one member in particular.

"Come on, hyung! Your opportunity is right there! Just go and ask for her number." Jimin says with a frown, Seokjin sighing and shaking his head.

"I just met her, Jimin. I can't just ask her out right away." Seokjin responds, the other members rolling their eyes.

"Please! You two got along so well tonight. It would be a shame to let that go to waste." Yoongi says, nudging Seokjin.

"Yeah, hyung. Trust me, you're totally noona's ideal type." Taehyung says, a small pout on his face as he tries convincing the eldest member.

"Besides, it's not like you guys will start dating right away. You can just ask for her number and see how it goes from there." Hoseok adds, Seokjin letting out a sigh.

"Fine, I'll go. Just—tell Sejin-hyung and I'll follow you guys in a bit." Seokjin says, the other members high-fiving each other in triumph.

"Go, hyung! I think she's almost done getting her ticket validated!" Jungkook says, harshly pushing Seokjin.

Seokjin glares at the maknae before hesitantly jogging towards you, both of his hands buried deep into his pockets. As he approaches you, he lets out a shaky sigh upon seeing you glance towards him.

"Oh! Hey oppa, did you need something?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Seokjin slightly flushes at the term you used to call him, momentarily recalling how teasing Namjoon was in telling you how to call the two eldest members.

"N-No, I don't need anything." Seokjin says, giving you a small smile.

"I was just wondering if you'd maybe want me to walk you to your car? It's pretty dark out and I thought you could use some help." Seokjin explains, your eyebrows slightly raising in surprise.

"Oh—sure! I'd appreciate the company." You reply, Seokjin letting out a quiet sigh in relief before smiling towards you.

The two of you walk towards the exit of the hotel, occasionally chatting about the weather and a select number of other random things. Once you come outside, Seokjin laughs at the expression on your face.

"You okay?" Seokjin asks, making you chuckle sheepishly and nod.

"Yeah, just not exactly the biggest fan of the cold." You respond, the two of you now walking into the parking lot.

"I can tell." Seokjin jokes with a laugh, causing you to let out a laugh as well.

Once the two of you arrive at your car, Seokjin helps you open the door which was, regretfully, covered in snow.

"Thank you so much, oppa." You say, Seokjin smiling at you and shaking his head.

"No problem, (Y/N)-ie." He responds, the nickname making your cheeks turn pink.

Seokjin chuckles at you and brings up his hand, gently placing it on the top of your head to help dust off the snow that was on your hair. As you felt his warmth, your cheeks slowly get increasingly warm and you have no choice but to pray he doesn't notice it.

"Sorry, you had some snow on your hair." Seokjin explains with a grin, and you bite your lip and smile at him thankfully.

"Thank you again for that. A-And it was nice meeting you tonight." You respond, Seokjin nodding.

"I had a fun time tonight as well. It was nice getting to know you." Seokjin responds with a smile, putting his hands in his pockets.

You grin at him one last time before getting into your car, glancing towards him.

"Oh, and uh—(Y/N)?" Seokjin suddenly asks, you humming in response as you look at him.

"Do you maybe want to exchange numbers? I'd love to have dinner with you again sometime." Seokjin says before his eyes widen. "That's if you want to as well, though." He quickly adds, making you laugh.

"Of course! Here, type your number on my phone so I can text you later." You respond, unlocking your phone and handing it to him.

Seokjin quickly types his phone number and hands it back to you, giving you a sheepish smile. You smile back and close your car door, starting up your car before rolling the windows down.

"I hope to see you again soon, oppa." You say, waving to Seokjin.

"Same here." Seokjin responds, waving back to you.

He watches as you drive away, a sigh of relief leaving his lips once you're a significant distance away from him. He puts his hands in his pockets, glancing to the ground as a shy smile slowly creeps onto his lips.

Best Christmas ever.

#bts x reader #bts #bts ff #bts imagine #bts oneshot #bts scenarios #bangtan #bangtan imagine #bts imagines #bts christmas #bts fluff #bts jin #bts x female reader #bts actress au

[thenastyotherblog]

Bruh we need more of dat Father Yamada! Uhm…is it ok you do a lil fic of when Hizashi gets to spend some time alone with his kiddo? Like reader had to go out and i just want him and Baby Yamada to have some fun…you see I totally didn’t make an actual kid and name him Hibiki Yamada. 👀. I love your woooork!

WE SURE NEED MORE YAMADAD OUT THERE! 

I sure can! I honestly have never write kids/babies before so I hope this is ok! 😅

Ps. Thats such a cute name! Love that its sound related 👀I totally didnt name my own Yamada Kid Oboro inside my head because of this post, cough cough. 

Ps, ps. I call the reader on this “mom/mommy” but use they/them pronouns, hope thats ok too. 

You storm through the apartment, grabbing your stuff and carelessly throw it inside your bag while your husband and child watch you struggle to put your coat and your shoes at the same time.

Today was supposedly be your day off and you two had a whole day planned to hang out as a family or so you thought. There has been some type of crisis at your job and they need you there ASAP. 

"Mommy works real hard dont they?" Hizashi kisses his son, closing the door behind him. "Yes they do! Yes they do!" He trots back to the kitchen, peppering Hibiki's chubby cheeks with kisses making the toddler laugh as he puts him down into his highchair; Might as well eat some breakfast now that they both are awake. 

"Call me if you need anything ok?" You say, kissing Hizashi on the lips and your son little fuzzy head before running out the door. "Dont forget to give Hibiki his evening snack he gets real irritated if you dont! I will see you guys at night!"  

Hizashi waves you goodbye as he yells an "I LOVE YOU!" your baby doing the same, thought no words come out from his mouth but just some loud baby noises. 

Hizashi pours some yogurt into a bowl, cutting some strawberries and a banana, tossing the fruit into the bowl as well. 

"Breakfast coming right up!" Hibiki squeals digging his little hands into the bowl, grabbing a whole handful of yogurt and fruit and putting into his mouth. The boy already making a mess in a matter of seconds, Hizashi unsurprised, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. "If your mom was here they would be very upset with you Hibiki" Hizashi says, his son barely putting any attention to him, more concern about pouring the contents of his plate into the tray of his chair "Good thing they arent here right now!" He smears a little bit of yogurt into the toddler's nose, whose eyes widen before bursting into laughter.

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"Arent you cute, little listener?" Hizashi coos as he dresses Hibiki up. "We need to thank Auntie Nemuri for these clothes" She sures knows how to pick up baby clothes, his little boy looks so damn cute with the navy blue overals and the long sleved stripped shirt. His curly gold locks stand even more with the blue colors, Hizashi's hands tremble for this cuteness overload, making it more difficult to take a picture of his adorable son. After some tries, the perfect picture finally comes up and he inmediatly send it to you with the caption "look at this cutie!"

"THE FORM! THE POSE! HIBIKI YAMADA DOES IT AGAIN!" Hizashi doesnt pay any attention to the other parents glancing at him, only focusing at his giddy toddler, who likes to give him mini heart-attacks everytime he goes face first down the slide; Is a good thing that within becoming a parent you gain cat like reflexes and this boy sure likes  to test him. Is worth the little scare, just to see him so happy.  

"Alright!" He exclaims "Lets see if we have everything! You ready Biki?" The little boy stands up, watching his dad from his playpen with his big green eyes. "Diapers, baby powder, wet wipes, everything for you lil bump!" Hibiki babbles something that he takes as approval. "Juice boxes! Oh! Arent you lucky little guy? Mom packed your favorite snacks! Some cheese sticks! Aaaand pear!" Hizashi barely holds his own laughter as his son squeal excited at everything he is listing; He then straps the baby carrier to himself, bag hanging on his shoulder. "OK! UP WE GO!" He slips his energetic toddler to the carrier. "Ready to hit the park?" Hibiki whine making a grab notion towards his little playpen. Ah! Of course! How could he forget? Carefully, Hizashi reach inside, grabbing a plump plushie; Is a little bright yellow bird, Hibiki's favorite toy and the one he would always carry around. "There you go! Now if we got everything, LETS GO!"

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Hibiki howls with laughter as he goes down the slide, his dad not too far behind him; The moment he hits the ground, he is up again, climbing up to the ladder once again as fast as his little feet can.

Sometimes he would go down the "normal" way, others he would lay down his stomach or upside down, whatever form he could think of.

It was the not so normal ways where his dad would quickly catching before his head could hit the ground but also it would be the only way to make him use "the voice".

Hibiki goes one last time down the slide before run off somewhere else with another kid, Hizashi sighs, sitting down in a bench watching his son play.

  "Your son sure does have energy!" A woman sitting beside him says, a little girl a bit older than Hibiki hides her face against her mother's side.

  "He sure does!" Hizashi says with a smile. Maybe too much energy sometimes, he thinks. The memory of all those sleepless nights where his kid refused to sleep for unknown reasons, waking both parents up only to find him jumping on his bed.

"There's nothing of myself on that kid huh?" You used to say sometimes, not really upset, just an observation. But you were wrong, Hizashi could see so much of you on Hibiki; The way he laugh until he was breatless or how he frown when he is angry, closing his eyes and puffing out his cheeks. That was you, right there. 

"He looks just like you too!" The mother points up, chuckling behind his hand.

The man nods, laughing to himself. Hibiki does look just like him, same blonde hair, same vivid green eyes; A carbon copy Aizawa had said the first time his friend got to hold his newborn. 

"Oh my-" The woman blurt out, making Hizashi step out of his daydreaming in time to see his darling son trip and fall.  

Hibiki pushed himself up, sitting down on the ground, nose red and some dirt sticking to his forehead. For a moment the toddler stayed quiet, probably too shocked to react but only for a few seconds. He then started to tear up, his lips trembling before bawling his little lungs out. 

"I-is he alright?" The little girl asks, her head now pocking out from her hideout.

"Aww fu-" Hizashi cuts himself, mother and daughter watching him. "Fudge" He says, excusing himself with a smile before taking a run for his crying child. "Awn! Little listener!" Hibiki cries harder, his small hands sweeping his tears. "Its ok little bird! Its alright!" The man picks up his toddler, softly patting his back walking back to the bench.

He sits his son on his leg as he manuver to get the wet wipes out the bag. 

Hizashi smiles tenderly at her. "Just some scratchs" He wipes the dirt off Hibiki's face, there is even a solitary leaf in between his locks. Beside that, there is no signals of something more serious. "He will be ok, aint you buddy?" Hizashi kisses his son's newly clean forehead, hand rubbing his back until his cries are only whimpers. "There you go! Good as new! You want some juice, little bird?" Hibiki nods as his dad puts a small juice box between his hands. "Hey Biki, lets share some with our new friend ok? Do you want to share? Is that ok?" This time the question is direct to the mother who only nods. 

Hibiki looks at his dad and then a the little girl, handling her the juice box he is holding.  

"T-thank you!" The little girl thanks them, her face a little red. 

"You are such a good father, you know?" The woman says, smiling. 

Your heart throbs inside your chest, your hand above Hizashi's the other rubbing your son's own chubby cheek. 

"Thanks! Im really trying!" And he is;  Between being a Hero, a teacher and a radio host, Hizashi tries really hard to be a good dad. Sure there are many, many sleepless nights, where all the stress of the day weighs him down horribly. But its all worth it when at the end of the day he gets to come home to the both of you.

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"Im home!" You announce, a tired sigh escaping your lips, kicking your shoes off. You are welcome by the sound of the tv but not your usually lively husband. "Zashi?" You try calling him, tossing your stuff at the doorway. "Za-" You cut yourself short, your eyes widen and your hand inmediatly going for your phone.

There in the couch, lays your husband and in top of him your child. Both of them fast asleep.  

"So cute!" You mutter to yourself, snapping a couple of pictures. Hizashi moves slightly, the hand holding Hibiki tightning around him so his son doesnt fall. His eyes opening just a bit.

"Heeey Songbird" His voice sounds a bit husky thanks of the nap, lazily he kisses you, his hand rubbing your cheek. "Welcome home love, we missed you" 

Goddamn you love your boys. 

"I missed you guys too".

#present mic x reader #present mic x y/n #Hizashi yamada x reader #present mic #hizashi yamada #yamadad

[lemonlurkrr]

@aureateart​ ok. My favourite parts of twilight princess  (and some other random thoughts about TP sprinkled in there) taken from my monster TP word vomit google doc :

Link lmao

Ok but for real, I like this incarnation of Link :)

I love Ordon (it just seems like such a chill and cozy village)

ALSO love how easy it is to interpret Link as being a sort of older brother figure to the Ordon kiddos. It’s just,, super cute? AND GHHH nice nice good thanks nintendo for giving me characters to care about/characters that I can imagine Link caring about

He didn’t sign up for any of this (tbh, none of the Links really signed up for this jshdjsd). But I mean like, dude was just going to take a trip to castle town, drop a gift off for the royal family, and come back. But haHA oopsies he did get to castle town eventually but definitely not the way he expected hsjdhsd

He’s just a little dude?

AND FUCK. HE REALLY HAD NEVER BEEN OUTSIDE OF ORDON UNTIL ALL OF THAT

everything is new for the player AND Link

Midna

She’s cool :)

she really just

*teleports into your jail cell* hello whore.

I am no master at writing but AYYYY she do got a character arc!!!

She was actually pretty helpful sometimes, I ALWAYS checked in with her before turning to a game guide

Other NPCs

NICE

Love all of the TP character designs (ASHEI’S ARMOUR??? AOWOAOAOOAO)

Saving Zelda and all of Hyrule was important yea but thinking back maybe it was more like, the Ordonians and the kids were what was pushing Link to keep on going

I like the Resistance members :) Very video gamey of them to have one NPC assigned to each dungeon but hey!!! Kinda cool getting to see a little glimpse of each of em

Idk, it’s just fun to imagine Link popping into Telma’s bar after each dungeon and taking a little rest :) (or to celebrate? maybe just chat, idk, give this man some downtime!!)

Honestly it was just kind of nice that Link wasn’t entirely alone. I mean, I know Midna was there the whole time, but I am always for giving Link a big group of friends (see my love for hyrule warriors, age of calamity, and LU LMAO)

Hero’s shade, very very cool, kinda sad he died with regrets but HEY. He got to pass on his knowledge eventually

AND the connection to OoT?? AND assumed to be related by blood too????? GOOD SHIT

Ilia, I REALLY really wanted to like her (er, it’s not like I dislike her, she’s just,,, kinda there for me).

It definitely seems like Nintendo was pushing to make her the romantic interest, but GHHHHH they really threw that out of the window for me by having her lose her memories

I saw a text post a while ago that said it would have been interesting if Ilia was Link’s sister instead and YES!! That would have been cool too :0

Wish we got to know Zelda a little more

I feel like we barely know anything about her

Idk man, like I said earlier, I never really had any sort of drive to save Zelda during my playthroughs

She obviously knows Midna, so maybe if they gave us just a little bit more of that relationship I’d be more interested in her?

TP WORLD BUILDINGGGG

Botw has good world building too, but each race felt kinda,,, isolated? I absolutely love the different architecture and vibe each town has (and all the the weapons too) but ghhh yea everyone felt so separated. As far as I can remember, we don’t see tooo much of the races interacting with each other? Now that I’m typing that out maybe that’s to be expected because of the calamity but KLSJDKJFD ANYWAYS THIS IS ABOUT TP

The world feels nice and alive, love how populated everything is

Castle town I like castle town a lot, it feels dense and busy and I really like how you can’t talk to every NPC you see

Very cool very fun that we got to see the Gorons hanging out in multiple spots

kinda wish we got to see the Zoras a little more (I guess they are a bit limited since they need water but GHHHH the tp zoras are so prebby,,)

BUT HEY, I do remember seeing a zora or two hanging out in the hot springs around death mountain after beating the lakebed temple (I think, might have been a different dungeon) 

but aaaa would have been nice to see them in at least a couple of other places. I think it would have really added to the “congrats Link!! You’re restoring peace to Hyrule” feeling you get from seeing the Gorons hanging out in Kakariko and Castle Town

ORDON

Love how chill it is and how it’s kind of separate from Hyrule proper

They really do seem to be doing their own thing apart from the rest of Hyrule

Just kinda adds onto the “he’s just a regular dude minding his own business” kind of vibes I get from TP Link

Also I like Ordona :)

THE LIGHT SPIRITS,,

Love their design

And love how they’re not exactly like a pure white?

Different spirit representing each aspect of the triforce my beloved

But yes hi I think Ordona is very cool

Who are you, how did you get here, which goddess do you represent? Do you even represent one of the three golden goddesses? Do the Ordonians know about you? Have any of them ever SEEN you??? Do they worship you? Does anybody even know about the existence of the light spirits?? FUCK so many questions but ghhh I like how they broke the status quo a bit by throwing in a fourth spirit :)

I feel like this one is kinda weird but I like that voice sample they used in the light spirit music. It’s spooky and pretty at the same time :)  

cutscenes mmmmm

Ok ok, the spooky lanayru cutscene is very good

BUT THE “Link, Chosen Hero! Lend us the last of your power!” CUTSCENE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LOVE IT SO MUCH

IT just

Idk man

It just hit different

I like the music

And seeing the light spirits swimming around in the light juice water whatever it is

Summoning the light arrows?

AND HHHHH “Lend us the last of your power!” THIS IS IT. This is the final battle.

Seeing Zelda bow down, and then Link putting his hand out 👌👌👌

Link: ok bud, let’s do this together :)

Connection to OoT (did I already mention this? Maybe., Whatever)

Very cool nintendo :)

I love seeing connections between all the diff zelda games.

Because like, on one hand, they’re all separate from each other because of yknow, individual hero stuff. BUT ALSO, they’re all connected because of the reincarnation stuff

Grrrr walking through the sacred grove and going “The Hero of Time walked around here a long time ago” FUCK THATS SO COOL

Is the Hero’s Shade watching me? What does he think of me? DIsappointed? Proud? The Hero of Time went through HELL so this timeline didn’t have to deal with any of the shit Ganon was gonna pull with the triforce, better not fuck this UP Link!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Midlink is cute

Kinda hurts that she smashed the mirror but that was probably so Nintendo didn’t have to worry about people going “but what about the twili??????” for any of the other games LMAO

BUT ALSO LIKE SKJDKLJFJ There are some pretty massive plot holes in TP anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever it’s fine we’ll just use this for angst because GOD do y’all like angst

So is Shadlink

Honestly don’t know where this ship came from but it’s cute so whatever

THE MUSIC??

Love Midna’s theme and how they referenced the dark world theme from ALttP (I remember trying to learn the dark world theme on the piano and doing the Leonardo DiCaprio point meme at the little jingle I recognized from Midna’s theme)

Hyrule field theme SLAPS.

Apparently references a couple of the other over-world themes from the previous zelda games (I got this from 8-bit Music theory’s video on the over-world zelda themes, he talks about TP at around 11:40 but def recommend watching the whole video if you’re into music analysis stuff)

So there’s this bit of the Hyrule Field theme, I don’t know the official name for it but I remember seeing somewhere it being called the “at an advantage theme” since yeah, you hear it during the boss music whenever you expose their weak points. FUCKINGGG LOVE THAT. Didn’t notice it during my first playthrough, but hearing it during my second was like a little easter egg for my ears every time :)

Midna’s lament is very pretty (and fun to play on the piano)

COURAGE THEME.

I didn’t care for it too much when I started playing the game but hearing it in ZREO’s arrangement of the Hyrule Field theme literally makes me turn into a puddle of emotions. Also hearing it around and of the Ordon kids (I think it plays after Link saves Colin) AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Orchestra piece #1 and #2 HOLY SHIT???????????????? 

Literally, the first time I listened to those I just,,,, plugged in my headphones, volume 100, layed on the floor/against my desk and silently vibed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but those two just fit so well with TP?? I still avoid listening to them nowadays cause if I DO I definitely will get overwhelmed with the “god I love this game so FUCKING MUCH” kind of feels.

Wolf link sucks at singing

the first time I heard him howling Zelda’s Lullaby I lost my shit because LKSJLDKSGLKJFSKG god that was.,, Bad. Anyways, hearing him howl some of the songs from OoT was cute :)

TP STAFF ROLL??? 

VERY GOOD. IT’s like 10 minutes long and GOD do I love every single second of it. It doesn’t have the same energy as the skyward sword staff roll or the orchestra pieces but GOD does it hit good??

Nice and calm after that big exciting adventure. Maybe it would have been more fun or emotional to have a higher energy piece but it was really nice getting to sit back and watch the camera fly around Hyrule. Seeing like, the Gorons and the Zoras having a good time, the kids returning to Ordon? GOOD SHIT.

and AAAAA that end, when you hear the main Zelda theme and see Link riding off out of Faron woods on Epona… good shit. It gets you thinking, where the hell is he going? What is he doing? Off ot do more adventuring? Going to help out the resistance or something? Going to help Zelda? Or maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to restore the mirror of twilight? Whoooo knows.

hhHHHHhhh it’s just that final reminder that YES!!! YOU JUST PLAYED A ZELDA GAME. JUST ANOTHER STORY APART OF THE WHOLE EPIC OF THE ZELDA SERIES AS A WHOLE

I also want to acknowledge the instrument/samples they used for all the twili stuff.

They’re all just so unique and contrast SO well with the rest of the TP OST. LIKE FUCK!! Anytime I hear the screech from the Twilit Kargarok? Sends a shiver down my spine. I associate those sounds SO strongly with the twili realm. (Like, the same way you associate the BSHEWW VVWWMMM sounds with light sabers)

I love it so god damn much

literally any time there’s a certain sound or motif associated with something I lose my shit

Sacred grove sacred grove sacred gro-

lovely lovely lovely so much fun playing that on the piano. AND again, I did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme when I heard the theme from the lost woods come in GHHHHHHHH

shoutout to TP Faron Woods for helping me study and get through all of my schoolwork

BLEGUUHHH can you tell that I really love music?

and also yea I guess TP is kinda cool too :\

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT THANKS I GUESS

#lemonspeakrr #LEMON SPEAKS 2K WORDS ABOUT TWILIGHT PRINCESS BECAUSE THEY ARE INSANE.

[redstoneverdict]

Ok so this is inspired by @petrichormeraki hermit tommy au, go check them out they both come up with great stuff.

Tommy has been living with the hermits for almost 2 and a half months now and honestly he can’t remember the last time he felt like he could just let himself breath. The first few weeks were rough, seeing that joe hills found him passed out and a few steps away from death door one day when he was out and about. Tommy didn’t think he would just be running for so long, trying to get as much distance between him and lmanburg as possible. But he should’ve know exustion would catch up to him eventually, especially having just narrowly escaping a group of pillagers.

It took them awhile to even get him to fully wake up again, and even after that he felt too weak to keep on running so grian offered to let him stay in his old hobbit hole. Tommy didn’t want to accept the mans pitty but he still couldn’t even lift up a sword much less build a temporary starter base so he caved in. It only took about another week of relaxation before he was able to fully run around again and took up helping grian around his base and his various projects as a sort of payment for letting him stay in his old base.

Tommy was surprised with how well they got along, but honestly it shouldn’t have been to much of a shock seeing as they both love red and tend to be more of the michivsious type. It probably helped that Grian reminded him so much of his older brother Wilbur, he almost asked one day if the two was related somehow but decided against it. Tommy doesn’t want another connection to the pass he is trying to leave behind.

Currently they where gathering materials for grians barge and had been at it for most of the day, and had started chatting away about various things like best ways to prank people and what is xisuma hideing under his helmet, before falling into a comfortable silence. Tommy used to not be able to stand the silence, having always filled with with whatever comes to mind, but during his exiled, and when he ran away, he started to become more quiet. Why talk when there was no one there to hear you anyway, well anyone that was actually alive and could remember the inside jokes you where attempting to make.

Tommy’s thoughts drift to his brother, Wilbur. He still sort of feels bad for leaving without even telling him, seeing as he was the only one besides dream who actively tried to help him and vist him back in logshire, but honestly he probably would’ve forgotten him too by now, just like every other bad memory. He feels a tap on his shoulder.

“-tommy are you even listening?” Grian ask, takeing a step back after seeing tommy jump in his skin and pull out his sword before realizing it’s just grian.

“Oh sorry” Tommy says sheepishly, “I was just cought in my own thoughts, what is it?” He ask puting his sword away.

“ I said we’ve been working for awhile, how about we take a break and eat something” grian says pointing over to a shady spot in the distance.

Tommy didn’t notice the ache in his arms untill grian mentioned it and agreed, packing up their shoker boxes and flying over there, he still wasn’t quite used to useing elytra but feeling the wind blowing pass him definitely helped ground him after having thought about the past.

The two sat and ate for awhile, laughing at a story about how mumbo really made a his demise bunkers door code 1,2,3,4 and then falling into silence as they ate some more.

“ ya know” grian said inbetween bites of a sandwich he had brought, “ we always say mumbos the youngest around here but I don’t think I ever cought your age” he puts the sandwich down, “ and I’d rather not assume since I look pretty young myself, but how old are you?”

Tommy pauses and think, how old is he? He hadn’t really thought about since leaving. “ Um, what day is it?” He ask.

“ April 13th” Grian replys, looking kinda worried.

“ oh”, Tommy pauses, had it really been that long since he ran away? He shrugs “ I guess I’m 17 now, my birthday was on the 4th”, he says nonchalantly, taking another bite out of his pork chop.

“REALLY?” Grian is shocked, he figured tommy was at least 18 but finding out he was just 16 when joe found him all beaten up and knocking on deaths door steps puts him back a bit. But he can’t really be one to judge seeing how his teenage years where, and he knows that if he had the chance he would’ve ran away from it all a lot sooner then he did. “ wow wish I knew sooner, we could’ve thrown you a party or something” he says giving tommy a playful nudge, but tommy goes still and a look crosses over his face.

“N-no” Tommy says, furrowing his eyebrows and looking away, “no it’s alright, I kinda don’t do parties anymore. The last one I tried to throw, no one even showed up, I mean dream did-“ Tommy whinces, saying his name “but he doesn’t really count”

“No one?” Grian ask, taking note of dreams name, it’s the first time tommy has said someone’s name from his past, and he’s surprised it’s someone he vaguely knows, but he keeps quiet about it for now.

“Nope, not my best friend, not even my own family” Tommy’s voice lowers on the last part, pain written all over his face, before he pushes himself up. “ But now of that really matters now, does it?”. Tommy’s whole demeanor changes as he goes back into his usual self. “ how about we load up your shit head back to the shopping district before it gets to late yeah? I got other things to do besides being your bitch”

Grian knows tommy has been trying to cut back on his swearing, and that he’s just trying to change and get away from the subject as fast as he could, but Grian wasn’t going to push the matter. He knows what it’s like to feel like you’re not wanted by anyone and he knows that tommy will talk about it when he’s ready.

“ hey watch your mouth before I make ya eat a spider eye again” grian gets up “ but yah you’re probably right, it is getting late and I’d rather not lost all my stuff over 3000 blocks out.” He puts his hand on the larger boys shoulder and looks up at him “ you go ahead and take off and I’ll pack up what whatever we might of left”

Tommy looks back at the smaller man, he knows Grian isn’t stupid, but is thankful he is letting it slide for now. “ thanks grian.” He says softly, for once not feeling like he has to make his voice boom in order to be heard

Grian smiles back reassuringly, “ no problem kiddo, now go on get out of here” he says shooing tommy off as he takes flight heading towards the shopping district.

Grian stares at his shrinking figure and thinks. He doesn’t know what has happened to Tommy, but it’s obvious it’s was something painful enough to make him run away into the wilderness at such a young age. Grian picks up their remaining supplies before putting the shoker into in inventory. In any case, was was going to talk to the other hermits and organize a surprise birthday party for Tommy. He may not have any fond memories at the moment but grian would be dammed if he didn’t try to help the boy form new ones. Ones where he knows that he is apreacited. 

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