#HALF OF THE FANDOM PROBABLY HAS HAD A CRUSH ON HIM ONCE

[thebluebafoon]

Boom sonic has got to be my favorite version of sonic, sonic boom was my childhood and it forever shaped my humour.

#It's so dumb it's funny #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic boom #boom sonic #comfort charcater #childhood crush #yes you heard that right. CMON IT'S SONIC!? HOW CAN I NOT- #HALF OF THE FANDOM PROBABLY HAS HAD A CRUSH ON HIM ONCE #I WAS 7!! #i still love him

[silence-burns]

The Death of Me //part 2

Fandom: Aquaman

Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.

Even though you learned early on the world was an unjust and cruel place, it still managed to surprise you occasionally. The last bits of hope clung to your cloudy mind, snatched away from you once you pried your eyes open to see your nightmare incarnate sitting by the kitchen table.

The fever knocked you out for a few blissful hours; earlier events fading into a half-remembered dream. But there was no denying the truth once you noticed the suspiciously clean counters and sudden lack of accumulated trash laying around. And, worst of all, your new roommate.

Or caregiver. Or pain in the ass. Or man that made your heart twitch in a way signaling either a crush or a heart attack. Who cared about semantics?

Orm Marius, former Ocean Master and currently just some guy, sat in the middle of the kitchen, making his way through a book. The seaside house was home to many books, although you doubted the original owner ever had the time to browse through them.

A small mercy had been granted to you and Orm didn't notice you had woken up. You couldn't help but observe him. Even though he was no stranger to you, and quite recently you'd helped break him out of prison and even somehow saved the world together, you still felt mesmerized by the way he moved and looked.

Even now, the dying evening light entering through the window painted the room in deep shadows, and softened the planes of Orm's face. He had positioned himself close to the window to read in the dimming light. It allowed you to see the softened curve of his shoulders and the way he tilted his head, studying the book just as carefully as you studied him.

“Glad to see you're doing better,” Orm said, without moving.

You jumped a little, making your injuries flare up in a wave of pain. A startled whine escaped your lips when your body reminded you how sore it actually was.

Orm put the book down and stepped over to the couch. Before you managed to say anything, he pressed his hand to your forehead. Whatever words rose in your throat, scattered.

“You're still burning,” Orm muttered with concern and furrowed brows. “Are you sure your medicine is working?”

“...it just needs some time.”

Your voice came out weaker than you expected. You felt fuzzy, and the room around you was definitely moving a little.

Orm was not convinced, and disappeared from your line of sight for a while.

Your fever was probably on the rise again, which was to be expected. For the past few days you'd been in and out of it, drowning in sweat and fighting off the urge to scratch underneath your bandages.

You kicked off the thin blanket, hoping Orm wouldn't touch you again. You were dreadfully aware of how wet Orm's hand must've come off and of the old sweat stench surrounding you. In your defense, you didn't expect any visitors, so for the past few days you focused on passively surviving rather than dragging your corpse to the shower once a day.

You heard Orm's steps before he entered your vision. “Man, just leave me alone. I'm seriously fine on my own—”

A wet towel slapped onto your face, splashing cold water around. What a simple, yet effective way of both shutting you up and providing relief. You'd be impressed if it didn't piss you off so much.

You dragged it off your eyes and came face to face with Orm, suddenly crouching way too close to your liking. He looked at you intensely and then raised an eyebrow.

“If you want me gone, then you should be perfectly capable of throwing me out. You didn't have any trouble last time we sparred.”

“That would be so rude of me. It would crush your ego.”

“As if you ever bothered being polite.”

“I am the nicest person that has ever graced this Earth.”

“You look like a corpse on its way to the afterlife. Unless your state improves, I'm not leaving. The only choice you have is finally dying or getting better and kicking me out. And since I'd rather see the outcome of option number two, I think we have to start with these bandages.”

“They’re in place.”

“The wounds need to be cleaned and dressed again. I can smell that from back here.”

With a hiss through clenched teeth, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, as far away from Orm as was possible on the couch.

“...look who's impolite now.”

Orm moved closer to you with a darkened expression. It made you shiver and put one bare foot on his chest in the only defense you could muster. He wrapped his fingers around your ankle, but didn't move any closer.

“It's not about politeness or pride,” he explained slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “I want you to feel better, regardless of what it takes.”

The way your cheeks heated had very little to do with the fever. In a kinder world, Orm wouldn't have noticed it.

But in this one, he was too observant to miss something like that. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles just as his hand moved further up your leg, slowly dragging his fingers over your scorching skin. Your heart was in your throat and wanted out.

You slapped the wet towel onto his arm and freed your leg.

“Such profound words for someone so annoying.”

“Whatever gets you moving. These wounds really do need cleaning, and I will not back down from that one.”

“I can do it myself.”

“If you could, you would've done it days ago—when it was actually due. That's enough waiting, take them off.”

You thought back to how far your injuries went under your shirt. It provided you with a surprisingly effective burst of motivation to heave yourself off the couch and onto semi-steady legs.

You wobbled off in the general direction of the bathroom, wishing for your torment to finally end.

“Please do avoid any further injuries,” Orm called after you, watching your unsteady search for clean clothes and a towel. There was painful stiffness to your joints, but you were extremely motivated to overcome it.

“I promise to graciously call for your aid right before I break my neck on these marvelous tiles.”

There was not much dignity left in you, but you did your best to protect it by switching the bathroom lock rather than slamming the door.

You could've sworn you heard Orm chuckle.

#orm marius #orm marius x reader #orm x reader #orm x you #aquaman imagine #aquaman orm #Aquaman orm marius #the death of me #orm marius x you

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Kevin Moskowitz/The deep + Praise Kink

I know literally everyone in this fandom hates Kevin’s gills, but they have me in a chokehold. God, I need a new music album to listen to when I write I’m so tired of soviet soviet. 

Reader is an op supe in this, cuz yes. Also the reader has completely escaped Voughts grip because he’s that op n shit idk lmao.

 I did not proof read this, at all.

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If you asked Kevin not even two weeks ago what he felt about Superior, the uncontrollable supe as Vought called him. He would have told you with fake bravado that he didn’t fear the guy and that he could probably take him in a fight. In reality Kevin was scared shitless at the very thought of meeting the man. Superior was the name given to him by the public, not Vought. Because Vought had no control of him, nothing to blackmail him with, no family to threaten, nothing.

Not only that but he was more powerful than the seven combined. Anything from bulletproof skin, unbreakable skin, flight, super strength, water breathing, a hyper regeneration if he finally was wounded and so many more. It was like taking all The Seven’s abilities and more and shoving them into one person. A lazy and sluggish person, who walked around in sweatpants, baggy hoodies and sneakers that had once been white but were now brown and repaired with tape.

It had all started those two weeks ago when Vought had finally gotten Superior, (Y/N) as he told everyone to call him, to agree to meet The Seven. Kevin might not have been the smartest person, not by a long shot he could admit that, but even he could see that Superior was only playing along out of boredom. Homelander looked like he was about to burst a vein with how hard he was clenching his jaw, his eyes glowing the smallest bit red like he was fighting everything inside himself not to start lasering the other man.

Every member of The Seven were tense and nervous when Ashley brought in (Y/N), the man wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a half-unzipped sweatshirt, the white wifebeater underneath doing very little to hide the sculpted muscle of his torso.

Now, Kevin had never thought of being with a man before, especially someone who, if the rumors were correct, could defeat Homelander with one hand whilst playing candy crush on their phone with the other. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes run down the length of Superiors Adonis like body, wide shoulders, big pecs, thick muscular thighs, he couldn’t be surprised if the guy had an 8-pack under his layers. Glancing up Kevin’s eyes locked with the man he had been ogling, and when (Y/N)s lip twitched into a lazy smirk, Kevin was quick to turn away and lock his attention to the suddenly very interesting table in front of him.

The meeting went on as it always did, though this time Homelander looked closer to snap than ever before and Superior was sat back in an extra chair, feet up on the table and arms crossed behind his head. At some point (Y/N) had unzipped the rest of his sweatshirt and Kevin dared to sneak a peek. (Y/N) quirked a brow when their eyes met again, having caught the water-based hero looking, the smirk returning to his lips as The Deep was quick to look away again.

As the meeting came to an end Kevin stayed in his seat, trying his best to will away the heat that had been bubbling in his abdomen. It had especially gotten hot under his layers when (Y/N) removed his feet from the table just to push his rolling chair back and spread his legs as much as possible, as if he was inviting whoever was looking to crawl in between them and worship him.

When Kevin had left, he thought he was alone until (Y/N) had floated up beside him, as silent as the night, and started talking. The cocky grin on his lips made it obvious he knew completely the way that Kevin’s body had reacted, maybe he could even smell it with those insane senses of his. The overpowered supe had landed on his feet and started walking beside Kevin, his hand reaching up to settle on the lower part of the shorter man’s back.

The ocean hero tried his best to keep casual, though he knew he was failing with all his stuttering and how he would lose train of thought when (Y/N)s fingers brushed against the top of his ass and fingered at his belt just enough to be felt. As they reached The Deeps place, they had stopped outside the doors and Superior had leant in close, his eyes almost glowing but not with lasers but something else. His lips had just barely brushed against Kevin’s before the man pulled back, patting Kevin on the cheek, telling him he would see him soon with a wink and disappearing, likely teleportation.

Knees feeling shaky like they never had before, Kevin leant against his door and tried to comprehend what just happened. Fumbling with his hand he finally got the door open and stumbled inside, his pants feeling incredibly tight and constricting. Not even 15 minutes later found The Deep in his bed, on his knees and forehead pressed against the sheets as he fisted his cock like it was his life’s mission, mind full of images of the lazy cocky hero who had looked at Kevin like he wanted to eat him.

Kevin had come harder than he ever had before against his sheets, his hand tugging at himself until he was so sensitive, he sobbed into his sheets. Afterwards he found himself laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and legs feeling like jelly as he tried to understand what he had just done and what it meant.

The next two weeks passed with Superior hanging around The Seven more than he ever had before, though he mainly hung around The Deep. The stronger hero had turned down Vought’s offer to join them, laughing straight in their face when they tried to insist. Most of his time was spent following Kevin around, listening to the man talk in detail about sea life and how the mistreatment of the marine life at places like seaworld.

(Y/N) had even gone out to the ocean with Kevin and had swam with him, ducking into the waters and swimming to levels deeper than any human could ever achieve. Kevin hated to admit how his chest fluttered or how his cock perked up at the sight of the larger man coming out of the water, his wet clothes sticking impossibly close to his muscular frame.

After another swim in the ocean the two had returned to Kevin’s place, the two flying as (Y/N) carried Kevin in his arms. Entering through a window the two laughed together as water splashed all over the floors, the men still dripping oceanwater all over the place as Kevin was placed down on his feet.

“Im gonna go get cleaned up” (Y/N) said, motioning towards the bathroom to which Kevin nodded, trying his hardest not to imagine the other mans naked body. Kevin waited until he heard the water start up before he answered some of the marine life in fish tanks that had been trying to talk to him, whispering his flustered replies as one of the octopi mentioned how Kevin should just present himself to the strong man and let him take him.

“Its not like hed want to sleep with someone like me” he frustratingly whispered to the octopus, who almost rolled their eyes at him if that was possible. “He’s like a god, why would someone so hot want anything to do with someone like me?” he muttered, letting his eyes fall to the carpet as the octopus tried to point out (Y/N)s behaviors that meant the man liked him.

“What do you mean by `someone like me`?” (Y/N)s voice could be heard from the bathroom door, which Kevin now noticed was silent without the water running. Peeking over his shoulder he saw the door was wide open, the man of his desires leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a towel, hair still dripping as if he hadn’t dried it off enough. Kevin couldn’t stop but drink in all over the man’s body, gulping softly at the way his muscles pulled and stretched as he pushed off the doorframe and started making his way over.

Kevin tried to stutter an excuse or explanation, anything to get out of this conversation since he had pretty much confessed to wanting (Y/N) in a way that wasn’t acceptable, at least if you asked Vought. He soon found himself backed up against the aquarium, (Y/N)s wide frame caging him against the glass as he grabbed Kevin’s chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. Kevin wanted nothing more but to be swallowed up by the ground right then and there, or to just keel over and die on the spot.

That was when (Y/N) leant in and pressed their lips together, his eyes falling shut as Kevin’s widened, his hands dumbly flapping about before letting him come to a rest on the other man’s shoulders. Their lips gave a wet smack as (Y/N) pressed in deeper, a tiny moan leaving Kevin as the larger mans tongue brushed against his lips. Letting his lips part, Kevin shut his eyes and pushed his tongue against (Y/N)s, the grip on the other mans shoulders tightening as he let himself be devoured.

Shuddering at the wet slurp that left them as (Y/N)s tongue licked from one side of his mouth to the other, Kevin’s hips twitched forwards, already incredibly hard from just seeing the others body and kissing him. Pulling back from the kiss (Y/N) cradled the shorter mans face in his hand, looking at his face as if he was picking him apart. Before doubt and self-consciousness could start brewing though he leant in a kissed the tip of Kevin’s nose, muttering a comment about how pretty he was.

Leading them to the bed (Y/N) pushed Kevin down on his back, letting the man scoot up the bed until he was resting on his pillows. (Y/N) took a moment to look at Kevin again, tilting his head and squinting like he was taking him apart piece by piece and appreciating what he saw. “You truly are a sight” he muttered, reaching up to rub his hands up and down the other man’s trembling legs.

“Might wanna get these off” (Y/N) muttered, crawling up the bed to kiss at Kevin’s thighs, referring to the green pants of his hero suit. Kevin couldn’t muster up any words and simply nodded, reaching down to make quick work of his pants, almost ripping them off and throwing them to the side, his cock slapping against his still covered stomach and leaving a small puddle of precum.

(Y/N) quirked a brow in a teasing display of interest as he pressed in close, pressing a kiss just below the head of the length, staring up at Kevin as he threw his head back and keened. Reaching up the bigger man wrapped his hand round Kevin’s length and slowly started moving it up and down, twisting his wrist in ways that drove Kevin crazy.

Kevin almost sobbed as (Y/N) started jerking him off, his hands gripping at the sheets as he tried to thrust up into the hold as (Y/N) muttered praise and compliments the entire time. But he was quickly ripped out of his euphoria as the other man slipped his hand under Kevins shirt, the man quick to freeze up and choke out a plea to stop.

He could feel his gills quiver under his shirt, not even an inch away from (Y/N)s fingers. Kevin gulped the spit that had gathered in his mouth, trying not to cry at the thought of the other man seeing the disgusting display that was his torso. When Kevin tried to explain how gross his torso was and how (Y/N) would hate it, the other man just rolled his eyes a smidge and leant in to kiss Kevin again. “You don’t think I already knew? I have X-ray vision too you know, there’s nothing wrong with you Kevin, I think your just as beautiful as always” he commented against the other man’s lips, as if the idea of Kevin being a monster was completely out of this world.

It took a moment but Kevin finally decided to say fuck it and got the top portion of his hero outfit off, throwing the still wet fabric off to the side and turning his head away, not wanting to see (Y/N)s reaction to his biggest shame. But instead of reacting with disgust (Y/N) just leant in a kissed the middle of his stomach, working his way up to Kevins chest and slowly pushing him back onto his back again as he muttered more compliments and lustful promises.

Soon Kevin didn’t even seem to notice he was shirtless anymore as (Y/N) started moving the hand around him again and sucking hickeys all over his chest. The ocean hero gasped as he felt the other man’s fingers brush against his gills, his eyes snapping open to look down at what was happening only to meet (Y/N)s eyes. (Y/N) smirked around one of Kevins nipples and gave the bud a good suck as he twisted his hand just right, making Kevin’s eyes roll and a loud moan tumble out from between his lips.

(Y/N) didn’t do more than just teasingly brush his fingers against the edges of his gills as pulled at Kevin’s cock, moving his lips up from his chest to suck hickeys against the skin on the other man’s neck. Releasing his grip on the sheets Kevin wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and held onto him, clinging to the man as his orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

When Kevin felt (Y/N)s fingers just barely push inside his gills and twist his wrist just wrist he came, let out a loud keening sob as he came all over the other mans hand and his own torso. His gills clamped down on the tips of the other man’s fingers, the action of being touched in and around his gills had never been something Kevin had enjoyed, but with (Y/N) it felt so much more intimate.

Leaning up (Y/N) pressed their lips together in a wet but loving kiss, the man mumbling praise against Kevin’s lips as he squeezed the last few drops of white out of him. The larger man snickered softly as Kevin laid there panting, his body buzzing and quiet whimpers leaving his mouth. “You know your gonna have to let me go at some point, right?” he said, just barely wriggling the fingers that were still semi trapped.

Kevin knew the other man could easily rip his hand to himself, but was deciding not to. It made something in Kevin’s chest warm up at the thought that (Y/N) didn’t want to hurt him. Still buzzing from his orgasm, it took a few tries before he could move his gills, letting (Y/N) free his hands which made the ocean hero receive a sweet kiss.

Relaxing into the sheets Kevin shut his eyes and tried to catch his breath, already dozing off as (Y/N) left the bed to return with a wet cloth to clean up their mess. Kevin was almost fully asleep when he remembered that his partner had never gotten off and had only been wearing a towel the entire time, and he wondered if the man had been affected by what happened at all.

The length that pressed up against his ass as (Y/N) crawled up behind him and spooned him told him all he needed to know, but it didn’t seem like the stronger man wanted to do anything right now other than cuddle and take a nap. So Kevin got comfortable in (Y/N)s arms and let himself drift off, being lulled off to dreamland by the sound of the other mans breathing and heartbeat.

#male reader #the boys #the deep #Kevin Moskowitz #the boys imagine #the boys headcanon #the boys x male reader #the boys x reader #the deep imagine #the deep headcanon #the deep x male reader #the deep x reader #Kevin Moskowitz x male reader #Kevin Moskowitz x reader #Kevin Moskowitz imagine #Kevin Moskowitz headcanon

[violet-fire-cat]

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Been meaning to do another of these for a few days and finally got around to it! Another 👀 ask, another AU!

Let's see... Today I'm gonna go with ~

Prince and his Guard AU For lack of a better name, because I'm awful at names pfft. Royal aus are done a lot, I know, but this ones mine! Actually based on another AU I did for a different fandom ages ago, but then reworked for different characters pfft I hope you're ready for more Ethubs nonsense from me, because that's what this is. (There's Rendoc crumbs too, though it's only mentioned briefly here.)

Anyway! Bdubs is a prince of a small kingdom somewhere. He's not the heir to the throne or anything like that, but he's still pretty important. For the most part though he's not too fussed about royal duties. He'd much rather be caring for the horses at the stables or tending to or sketching the beautiful plants in the palace gardens.

Etho works for the royal guard and has done for quite some time. He's a skilled swordsman and well respected amongst his peers. One day, he's given a new assignment and is placed as Bdubs' personal guard. His job is to accompany Bdubs when he's out and about, and of course to keep him safe should anything happen. Not that he's in any immediete danger, but he is a prince so it's needed!

Bdubs has had personal guards before, some he's liked, others he hasn't. With Etho he's- not sure what he thinks at first. Etho is quiet and hiding half his face behind a mask. He's polite though, just- different. Bdubs tries to befriend him from early on, but that's easier said than done when the guy doesn't talk much.

Gradually though, as they become more familiar with each other they do start to become friends. They find that they have things in common (a love for horses and riding being one of them) and they get along well. It's not long before they're starting to like each other more than they probably should. But neither of them really acknowledge it yet.

Bdubs realises he's got a crush first. Etho is always hiding his face, but Bdubs still thinks he's beautiful. He's kind and nice to talk to as well, Bdubs likes being around him.

Etho comes to terms with it much slower, and refuses to accept it when he does have that realisation. He can't have a crush on the prince are you insane!! Beef, who works in the palace kitchens and is friends with Etho, tells him that falling for the prince is a bad idea. Etho says that yes, he knows, he didn't do it on purpose!

For a while they just sort of admire each other from a distance. A romance between them is not allowed. Their relationship must remain platonic. They would both get in so much trouble if they tried anything more.

Bdubs, however, decides one day that he doesn't care. Screw it! He really likes Etho! So he's gonna flirt with him! Subtly, of course, just in case. Etho doesn't notice it straight away, and when he does he tries to ignore it. But he's blushing at how sweet Bdubs is being. He should tell him to stop but he can't. And eventually he does recupricate. It can be their little secret ~

And that is preciesly what it is. What it must be. A secret. No one can know. It stays in the privacy of Bdubs' quarters. But they love each other. They're happy with their secret forbidden romance ~

Until things change, anyway. Bdubs is told that he has been betrothed to the prince of another kingdom. A man he's only met like, once, very briefly, years ago. Bdubs isn't happy. Mostly because he's in love with Etho but also just because he doesn't want to get married! Unfortunatly, though, there's not much he can do, and soon plans for him to meet his new fiance properly are made.

The new fiance is Doc, who doesn't particularly want to get married to some guy he barely knows either. Still, when he meets Bdubs he's polite and they chat. They get along fine, and are both able to admit to each other that getting married isn't exactly something they want to do. But their families are the ones in control here, so all they can do is make the most of it.

Etho, meanwhile, meets Ren, who is one of Doc's guards. And they talk idly between themselves whilst their respective princes meander through the gardens in conversation. Ren susses out Etho's affections for Bdubs pretty much straight away. Etho denies it, but as far as Ren is concerned it's very obvious.

With the engagement quickly becoming public knowledge and Bdubs' life suddenly becoming much busier, Etho pulls back from Bdubs a bit. He's still doing his work of course, but keeps outside interactions to a minimum. Bdubs is getting married. So that means that their romance needs to stop. At least, that's how Etho sees it. Bdubs notices, of course he does, and he hates the sadness in Etho's eyes, but he isn't sure how to address it.

The wedding is extravegant and beautiful. Bdubs looks stunning all dressed up. Etho wishes he was the one marrying Bdubs, but he knows it's not possible. Bdubs still doesn't really want to get married, he likes Doc just fine, they get along and have become friends, but there's no romance there, neither of them are interested in the other like that. He misses Etho. But he thinks he knows why Etho has pulled away, and he understands, he hates it, but he understands.

Bdubs and Doc basically spend their honeymoon hanging out as friends, but that suits them fine and they enjoy it. Ren and Etho are often close by. And one evening Ren admits that he knows it sucks, seeing the guy you like getting married to someone else. He's kinda in the same boat, he likes Doc a lot too, but you just kinda have to accept it. You know? Etho knows that Ren is right, but he wishes he wasn't.

It's only so long before Etho and Bdubs come together again. They both know it's stupid, reckless, could get them in so much trouble. But they love each other so much that they can't quite help themselves. It's their secret. But it won't stay secret. People will find out, it'll become the gossip of the palace staff and the royal family alike. Both Etho and Bdubs will be faced with accusations that they hate and that aren't even true. Doc doesn't know what he thinks of it all, but despite everything, when he learns the truth he stands by Bdubs' side throughout.

Everything does work out in the end, but there's some tricky times ahead before any of that can happen..

Oh, you wanted to know exactly how that all goes down? Sorry. I'm trying to limit myself to about 1000 words per au (because otherwise I will unintentionally write thousands and thousands of words) and it seems I've hit that limit here!

I'm a sucker for royalty aus, I don't know why. This one is very fun and another I would like to write some day. We'll have to wait and see though!

There's still a few more of these asks in my inbox, so I'll probably be typing up another one of these posts very soon. In the mean time, if you want to ask questions about my aus please do! Give me even more reason to talk about them pfft

But yeah, thank you for the excuse to ramble! I really want to draw some boys for this au now lol

#hermitcraft #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #hermitshipping #docm77 #rendog #hermitcraft au #violetanswers

[increasinglygeeky]

Special Delivery | Alma

fandom: gokurakugai

pairing: alma x gn!reader

genre: fluff / tooth-rooting fluff / a hint of angst but not too much so don't worry

notes: ooc I guess (there's not a lot of chapters), lesbian!tao cause I know that woman has sex with other women, I refer to tao and alma as brother and sister cause that's what they are to me, a lot of this are my own headcanons so I can connect some dots, spoilers for the series so far

summary: uh-oh! looks like our favorite troubleshooter has a crush on the person who delivers his food.

(08/05/2023: Good news! As of this note, we're getting serialized Gokurakugai in Shonen Jump! I'm so happy!)

"It's almost time. Do you think they got stuck in traffic? Do you think they forgot our address?" Alma mutters nervously as he paces near the front door of their office/apartment.

Tao sighs in annoyance. Her cigarette leaves her mouth and smoke billows out from her lips. Once again, her little brother is getting worked up for such an uncouth reason. So once again, she has to make sure he doesn't exhaust himself.

"Alma."

"Oh crap! What if a Maga got to them cause it smelled our food!? Aaahhh!" Alma shrieks as he grips the red strands of his hair tightly.

"Alma!" Tao stands and slams a book on her desk, making her partner in crime jump and turn towards her.

"Y-Yes, Tao?" He asks, now a bit more anxious thanks to the noise.

"It's only been thirty minutes since you ordered. So if you don't calm down, I'm sticking you with cleaning up the bathroom until I'm finished eating." Tao reminds him as the taller one nonchalantly sits back down and opens up the book that rocked the room.

Alma stares in a deadpan as his sister then takes a hit from her cigarette. The redhead was very aware that he shouldn't be acting this way. He fights monsters that crawl up from the pits of hell on a daily basis so what's getting him so worked up? Over a food delivery no less?

You see, ever since that new diner a few blocks away from the Troubleshooters opened up, where you could just about order anything from cheeseburgers to an entire salmon entree, Alma found himself infatuated. 

Not just with the varieties of food on display, but with the pretty delivery person he saw in the window getting ready to head out.

The delivery person in question? That was you.

On that day, time seemed to stop as Alma watched you pack the edible items into your insulated bag. Or was it some type of cooler?

The point was, the second his baby blue eyes landed on you, the half Maga boy was frozen. His palms felt clammy, a knot churned in his gut, he could see his breath fog on the glass, and his face flushed red.

Behind him, Tao stopped her brisk walk and saw that her brother seemed to be stuck in place. Being the inquisitive person she was she headed back over to the display window, took in Alma's awestruck expression, and followed his line of sight. To where you just about finished packing signaled by the swipe of your brow.

The gunslinger grinned.

As you hefted your bag and left the back way, Tao shook Alma by the shoulder, "Wake up, Al".

The redhead rapidly shakes his head and meets his sister's glassy gaze, "Tao? What just happened?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. You okay? Your whole face is red."

"It is?" Alma placed a hand over his chest. He could feel his heart thump wildly and his Solution thrum in time with it. "My chest is beating like crazy. Oh no! I'm not coming down with something am I?!"

Tao just chuckled softly. God, the kid's innocence was downright adorable. But that didn't mean she could let him in on it right now. Not before she got the answers herself.

"You're probably just hungry again. Why don't we order something from here?" She thumbed to the diner and he seemed to like that idea.

"Yeah! You're right! I'm gonna get myself a triple cheeseburger with curly fries!" Alma happily dashed into the building with his sister following behind.

Once the overhead bell jingled, Tao had to stop herself from breaking into laughter once she noticed how her brother at the booth was swinging his legs back and forth like a five year old at an ice cream bar. "Over here, Tao!" He boomed merrily despite being a millimeter away.

It was crazy, she thought. How seeing you made the redhead's day much brighter. After all, they were almost killed during a mission earlier for the umpteenth time. It's amazing to know how resilient one person can be. Even if they needed an extra pick me up.

"In a second, Al." The silver haired woman turned to the hostess next to her, "Excuse me..." She gave your description and asked for your name. Once she got the information, she took out at least a thousand in cash and her business card.

"From now on, we'll only accept deliveries from them."

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"What do you think they'll be wearing?" Alma asks in a dreamy voice while looking through the peephole.

"If I had to guess, the same things from the last time they were here." Tao replied, just thankful her brother wasn't roaming in a panic anymore.

"Right, the uniform." Alma leaves the door and sprawls his body over the couch. Clutching a pillow to his chest, he let his thoughts wander to something else. He calls for his sister.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it's weird we somehow get them every single time we order?"

Tao breathes in her cigarette and exhales, "I think I remember hearing them say they're always understaffed or something."

Alma doesn't respond. He turns his body away, palm covering his ear.

Tao can't help but believe that he might figure it out. Finally. After like, weeks of this. "Do you wanna talk about anything?

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Whatever you want. Just to pass the time, I know you're getting antsy."

Alma's gulp echoes through the office. He reverses his sides so his sister can see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Slowly, he gets up and goes over to the chair in front of Tao's desk and sits. With his head lowered, Tao waits to see what he does next.

"I don't want them to come here!" Alma blurts out and lifts his head, tears of frustration pricking his eyes.

Tao stares in bewilderment, "Who are you talking about? You don't mean..." They both say your name at the same time.

When finally questioned, Alma breaks down and explains that he feels like he has a heart attack and straight up dies every time he opens the door for the exchange. Where he has to make eye contact with you and those few seconds feel like an humiliating eternity. He knows at that moment he has to speak, but he feels his lips are glued shut. He dances a stupid jiggly dance as the money leaves his hands and are replaced with his curly fries. Then, he can't recognize his handwriting on the receipt.

What's incredulous is that by now, you aren't scared away from his behavior. How you couldn't care less if it's Tao who answers instead of him.

He also doesn't know why the spell seems to always break when he shuts the door on your retreating form. The only things he could think of for the rest of the day is either your bright smile, your bell like voice, the way your uniform shows off your figure, or how his hands still buzz after they connect with yours.

Tao sighs deeply once he finishes the rant.

She understands completely. Now she knows why Alma seemed a bit too distracted when working jobs sometimes these past few days. Each time, they would've said goodbye to you again just before.

But hey, at least her gut feeling was right on the money earning her another win.

Speaking of distractions, The redhead looks to be off in another world.

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"Ah! Somebody help me!" You scream as you attempt to escape the Maga that was chasing you.

When the creature's claws come down, you manage to duck and weave into a nearby alleyway. Only to stop when you realize you've reached a dreaded dead end.

You look up at the monster, it's mouth opening up; primed and ready to swallow you as their next meal. You whimper and attempt to shield yourself when... you hear your name being called from the heavens.

"Get away from them!" Alma rages from on top of a building in his Maga form.

You catch a glimpse of him despite the creature in your way, "Alma, please save me!" You cry out.

He jumps and flies down. He's able to slice the monstrosity in half with his sword. You're in shock as the Maga dissipates to reveal the Troubleshooter, looking as dashing and unbothered as ever.

"Sorry I'm late, babe." He cheekily replies as he moves his sword to his shoulder and flips his short hair.

"My hero!" You praise and rush into his awaiting arms. Once the two of you embrace, you pepper his face with grateful kisses.

"Heh, what do you say we get out of here and grab a bite?" He suggests pridefully.

You nod your head with great enthusiasm and with his hand on your waist, the two of you leave the dingy place only to come face to face with... Tao.

She is certainly not happy.

"Oh. Hey-"

"ALMA!" She roars.

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The redhead yelps and falls back in his seat onto the wood floor. He winces in pain a little as Tao looks on in exasperation.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Yeah." Alma lifts up his chair and returns to a sitting position. "Sorry about that. I know you hate it when I drift off in the middle of something."

"You bet your ass I do." Tao grumbles through her cigarette.

"Tao, do you think I'm allergic to them? Is that even possible?" Alma wonders.

The smoker blinks a few times, before she lets out a hearty laugh. Making Alma fume in embarrassment.

"What's so freaking funny?" He demands.

Tao wipes a few tears, "No, you're not allergic, dumbass! You have a crush on them!" She reveals.

Oh.

"Oh."

A puzzle piece clicked in place in that big brain of his.

HOLY SHIT! SHE'S RIGHT I TOTALLY LOVE THEM! Alma yelled in his head as he felt coughs of surprise escape his throat.

"Jesus, dude. Here." Tao hands him a water bottle which he opened and downed eagerly.

Once he finished, he gave his sister a pissed off look. "Dammit! You knew about it this whole time, didn't you!?" He exclaimed.

Tao responded by giving a sly grin and tapping the end of her cigarette butt on her ashtray, "I may have. Sorry, but I just have to see where some things lead to." She remarks. The mischievous glint on her glasses tells Alma all he needed to know.

"Oh, you freaking-!"

Alma was cut off by the sound of their doorbell ringing.

"MOTHER FUDGE! THEY'RE HERE!" He cried and raced to his bedroom. Tao couldn't even finish calling his name when his door slammed shut.

The doorbell rang again as Tao leaned back in her seat and felt a headache forming.

You in the meantime, were waiting ever so patiently when the door to the Troubleshooter's finally opened. Which gave way to Tao's tall stature. You flashed your brightest smile at her.

"Hello again, Sister T-"

"He'll be out in a sec." She interrupts before she shuts the door with a bang.

Another one opened, behind it was Alma hiding under his bed covers. Tao just let her eyes roam over in slight concern. For him or was it the fact that when she agreed to take him in all those years ago she never once thought she had to deal with hormones? And she thought Alma in his Maga form was bad enough when he went berserk. In hindsight, this is actually much more complicated.

So what else could she do but light up again and take a seat next to him.

"Why didn't you bring in the food?" He mumbles.

"Because you're going to have to face them at some point. Might as well be now." She suggests.

Alma moved the blankets enough for his sister to see his eyes. "Could you put that out? I don't want the smell to get on my stuff." He says.

"Sorry." Tao drops it and snuffs it out with her shoe. "I don't get it. I've never seen you act this way before. Do you really feel like it's the end of the world if you... confess to them or something?"

Confess. 

That word made Alma's head spin, "No. But now that I know what this is, I'm scared that they may not like me back. Not to mention I'm gonna have to let them in on my little secret. What if they... think I'm a monster?"

Tao isn't exactly an expert when it comes to romance either. Every woman she's dated either broke it off with her or the relationship fell apart on it's own. Okay, maybe she's the one who dumped them as well. Hell, it means she has learned a few things from all that.

She lays a hand on Alma's covered stomach, "It's the hardest thing to do. Airing it all out for someone you want to take a chance with."

"Yeah. Man, I forgot you would know how it feels." Alma reminds the both of them.

Tao solemnly nods.

Then, slowly, the blue eyed boy sits up, leaning against a higher pillow.

"If you ask me, those ladies missed out on someone as awesometacular as you."

His sister felt light headed all of a sudden. She turned away to cover her face as she saw the corners of her glass covered eyes become blurry with the smallest of tears.

"You good?" Her brother asks.

Immediately, Tao turns back to him, a nice smile as a greeting.

"Yeah." She takes off her glasses.

Alma concentrated hard on her next words. Tao may be 'hard at work saving the world' kind of serious most of the time, but it's only when the glasses come off that she's about to get vulnerable.

"Listen, the last thing I want to happen is for you is to grow cold and bitter from heartbreak like me. But I'd be damned if I'm gonna let you ruin a friendship just because you end up repressing shit you can't afford to keep in already. You're young and you may not think so, but you fucking deserve to be happy Alma. Even if it doesn't last." She proclaims.

Her partner in crime seemed to take this to heart. With the way his face keeps contorting, it looks like he has found his answer.

"What would I do without your kick in the pants?" He smiles gratefully.

"Probably be in some government lab."

"Oh, ha-ha."

The twosome leans over and hug each other with a warmth only they were familiar with.

Once they pulled back, Alma speaks, "But there's still a problem with me not being able to look them in the eye."

Tao thinks for a minute then leaves the bedroom. She returns with a pair of darkened sunglasses which she puts on her brother.

"You're kidding me." Alma is stupefied.

"Not really. Now get your ass moving; they've been waiting this whole time." Tao glares and shoves him a bit.

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"Dang it!" You mutter as you miss a critical moment on this particular level of Candy Crush.

You hear the door open. Locking your phone, you look up and see your cru - I mean - your good friend, Alma. Wait, why is he wearing those sunglasses?

"Hi, Alma! Finally, I thought you were never going to show up! Then I was going to have to eat all of this by myself!" You chuckle sheepishly. Stupid, this is his house. You turn away and shove your fist in your mouth.

"Sup?"

"What?"

"I said sup?"

"Oh... I'm good. Why are you wearing those glasses? We're indoors, silly." You ask, a matter of factually.

The redhead leaned against the doorframe, an obvious attempt at a 'chill, cool guy' pose. "Oh, me and Tao were trying on new accessories, no big whoop. Wanted to look nice before I came to see you."

You made a motion indicating you believed him but on the inside, the half Maga boy was freaking the heck out. Somehow, the glasses worked but that didn't stop him from feeling unworthy to once again, be blessed by your angelic beauty and presence. Especially to a lowly monster like him.

You on the other hand wore rose colored glasses, not Alma's sunglasses, mind you. But the way he presented himself made your stomach's butterflies flutter. Why were you here again? Oh, yeah. To give them their dinner... and a special surprise.

You sneaked a glance at the pink box hidden under the Troubleshooter's meals. You wondered if Alma would like it, cause that would have to mean he liked you, right?

When you first saw him staring at you from your work's window, you thought he was the cutest boy in the world. It sucked you had to be away from the diner most of the time when he and his sister came to stay for a bite. When you weren't peering over at their booth every couple of seconds, you managed to get a few words over to him. You didn't catch a lot of what he said mostly because you were entranced by the sound of his voice.

Then when you heard about his and Tao's exploits, you were stunned. It really made you admire him more... the way he put his life on the line and looked good doing it. Until the admiration turned into something much deeper. Oh god, you liked liked him. A crush as regular people called it.

He was a superhero basically. Why would he ever give you the time of day when all the action you got was taking in how people decorated their hallways or living rooms?

But you were not so easily swayed. Despite your worries, you had to shoot your shot before someone else swept him off his feet.

What's that old saying? The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Luckily, you were in position to deliver just that. That's why the pink box holds the key to unlocking the next chapter of your love life.

Now let's hope Alma isn't as oblivious as he seems.

"Here, you guys must be starving." You held up the hot bag and presented their boxes with their desired dishes.

"Sweet! Come to Papa!" Alma took the box that always had his name on it.

Which you wrote... and never once forgot to bust out your fanciest cursive.

"I can always count on you. Making sure my burger and curly fries are safe from dumb goons who might want to steal them."

You giggled at his remark.

He saw your cheeks twinge pink.

His did too.

It was cute. You are so freaking cute. He thought.

Then, pressure fell over you two. It wasn't comfortable, far from it. It was so tense because there was one reason why.

You both were contemplating on making the first move.

With a few quick gulps here, eyes darting this way and that, lips pursed with elation,  and sweat pouring down from your foreheads there...

"Well, I'll see you later! Enjoy!" You squeak out and started dashing down the hallway.

What was I thinking?! I can't do this! Guess your nerves got the better of you. Better luck next time.

Alma called your name and the next time you blinked, he was in front of you. Oh right, he has superpowers.

"What is it!?" You questioned, a bit more nervous now that the sunglasses were gone and you were looking him dead in his beautiful baby blues.

The redhead merely presented the payment.

"You forgot the money." His smile showed off his sharp canines. Making him look more adorable to the point where your heart went pitter patter.

You could've collapsed to your knees right then and there as you stared at the dollars and coins. "Sorry, I don't know where my head is today."

"I know that feeling."

Once the receipt was signed and the change was given out, Alma blocked you once you attempted to walk around him.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Yeah..." He replied.

In the short time you've known him, you never saw him looking so damn serious.

Dear lord, was it hot the way he stared you down.

That stopped your jitters in its tracks cause it was replaced with... longing.

Then, he puffed up straight as a board and swiftly bowed down to you.

"Huh?" Needless to say, you were confused by this.

"I'velikedyousincethemomentwemet! Wouldyoudomethehonorofgoingonandate withme!?" The way he was saying this is like his keyboard was smashed in.

You processed what he said...

HOLY CRAP!

DID HE JUST ASK YOU OUT FIRST!?

You let out a gasp, a sigh, and a relived chuckle.

Alma lifted his head up to you laughing at him.

Oh no, laughing at him?

He left his bowing position and frowned.

"I guess this means no?"

You quickly stopped and took in his saddest expression.

You knew how to remedy this. Your crush just did you a huge favor.

"Alma, I have something I want to give you. Here." You reached in the bag and took out the pink box.

Thankfully, he accepted it. He took out the note from the envelope attached to the box. In the same cursive he recognized from his dinner boxes, it said:

"Dear Alma,

I want to get to know you better because I think you're really cool. I'm so lucky for our visits at work and at your home. I appreciate what you do to protect our town and I can see us being more than friends.

I can't deny it anymore. The truth is, I like you a lot.

I hope you accept what I have in the box. So I can take it as a sign that you feel the same way about me.

Would you maybe like to see a movie together one day?"

He read the "Love" ending out loud and opened the box right after.

Inside it, was cookies in the shape and decorated of you and himself. They may be a bit crude but the little figures were holding hands.

He took out his and met your gaze. You were twiddling your fingers with a face as red as his hair.

"Go on, you can say it. I'm so corny. I wasn't planning on being here when you opened it." You giggled again.

His stern focus on you never wavered as he placed the cookie back in the box and set them both down.

He didn't want to know what would happen if he looked away for even a second.

"Alma?" You were a little worried since he wasn't talking.

He stands back up, closes the gap between the two of you, gently grabs you by the shoulders... and kisses you.

It's soft and tender as hoped by you both.

Small and meager you were since he overshadows in height. He smells like everything the sun would be if it weren't lethal. Alma thinks you smell like the embodiment of everything that's sugary and pure.

The only sound was both of your heartbeats drumming in your ears.

It feels like an eternity passed in the empty hallway when you finally broke apart.

Trembling breaths were exhaled.

Now you were locked onto each other for real, minds slowly coming in for a landing from being on cloud nine.

"You free tomorrow? Seven?" Alma asked, panting a bit.

"Yeah, I am." You responded, trying to catch up as your body was still shaking from this giddy feeling.

Alma is gleefully laughing before he picked you up with those strong arms of his and twirled you around. He let you go safely and grabbed the cookie box.

"Great! I'll pick you up!" He waved goodbye and went back into his apartment.

When you heard the door shut, that's when you dropped to you knees.

You touched your lips which were still tingling from the kiss.

Guess there was nothing to worry about after all.

You silently squealed to yourself. You felt like anything was possible.

Now that your friendly neighborhood Troubleshooter has agreed to go out with you.

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"HELL YEAH!"

The second he got back, Alma went straight to the couch in order to have a one man jumping party on it.

He was ecstatic! You liked him! You really liked him enough to make sweets with his face on it! He was never going to forget this moment. He didn't know what came over him when decided to go for it and outright kiss you, but he sure as hell enjoyed it! All his troubles seem to go up in the flames of first love now that he was going on his first date with you.

What about the part where he'll have to tell you his Maga secret? Well, that's a problem for future him. Right now he needs to bask in this high for as long as possible.

"Pinch me! I must be dreaming-- OW!" he stopped jumping to rub his side in which Tao earned a glare from him.

"My bad, thought you were serious."

She sat at her desk and started working on her bowl of tomato basil soup.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?" The redhead tapped his foot impatiently.

The silver haired woman lets out a sigh, "I take it went well?"

"More than well! We kissed! They made me cookies and we're going to the movies tomorrow!" The happy boy resumed his jumping and cheering.

"Congrats, you picking them up?"

"Yeah!"

"So you know where they live?"

That's when Alma remembered he didn't. Plus, he didn't have your phone number nor that you had a shift tomorrow either. Did you even agree on a movie? Verbally?

"Aw, crap..."

As she watched her brother sink into the couch cushions, Tao groaned and opened her phone to call the diner for your number.

Ah, young love.

Really does make fools of us, doesn't it?

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[luvfae]

IN FRONT OF YOU

part two here

summary: you fear that steve still has feelings for nancy and eddie comforts you, which makes you come to a realisation.

fandom: stranger things

parings: steve x f reader, eddie x f reader, nancy x steve

warnings: angst, speculation of cheating

There had always been a spark of some sort, unfinished business if you would, between your boyfriend Steve and his ex girlfriend, Nancy.

Of course it made you feel insecure, jealous, crazy… but you weren’t dumb. It was as clear as daylight that Steve was still into Nancy, and now that Vecna was around you felt more alone than ever, even though you were surrounded by people.

You were sat down on a nearby rock as everyone tried to come up with a plan to find Vecna and prove Eddie to be innocent.

You watched miserably as Steve and Nancy spoke, laughing with each other. He had seemingly forgotten that you were even there with him.

Eddie watched you from afar, within a matter of ten minutes he had worked out exactly what was on your mind.

“Jealous?” He asked. You looked over at him, rolling your eyes before focusing on Steve again. “It’s okay if you are, he’s your boyfriend after all and didn’t they date once?” Eddie asked.

You sighed. “I feel crazy,” you said. “It’s probably all in my head. He doesn’t actually have unresolved feelings for her, right?” You said, a little uncertain.

You watched Nancy laugh at his joke and Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulder. You frowned, feeling a pang in your heart. Maybe your gut was right.

“I’m not the kind of person to give you a false sense of security so i’m going to be honest here,” he began. You turned to look at him. “Yes, Steve still has feelings for her.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You had done everything in your power to make Steve like you. You had spent years chasing after him, trying to get his attention. Six short months of having his eyes on you only and of course this happens.

You wiped your eyes, feeling Eddie’s hand placed firmly on your shoulder. “I don’t even know why he’s with me… i’m not half as pretty as the girls he’s dated before,” you sighed, looking down at your lap.

“You know, to me you’ve always been the prettiest girl at Hawkins,” Eddie said. Memories of your old friends flooded into your mind. “Then you became crazy about Steve and ditched me and everyone else and I couldn’t even recognise you anymore… but it didn’t change the fact that you were beautiful,” Eddie said.

You smiled a little, looking over at him. “Middle school me would be freaking out hearing Eddie Munson call me beautiful,” you said, reminiscing on the crush you had on your once best friend.

Eddie chuckled. “I wish I would of known you felt that way, maybe things would of been different now,” he said.

You stared at him. You hadn’t spoke to him for years and yet it felt like you had started right where you left off, as if time hadn’t moved a second. “Yeah… maybe,” you said, looking back over at Nancy and Steve.

For the first time in years, you thought that maybe, just maybe Steve truly wasn’t what you wanted, but instead what you wanted had been in front of you for more than half your life and with that in mind, you rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder and closed your eyes.

© luvfae 2022

#stranger things #netflix #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steven harrington angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

So, I’ve been reading a lot of Wizarding World OC fanfics lately, mostly on Wattpad, and have since fallen back into a rabbit hole of thinking about this amazing universe. Harry Potter was one of the very first fandoms I was in, and despite everything and how much I despise and renounce She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I still love it and I don’t really think I’ll ever stop.

Anyways, as a result of my falling back into my love for this universe, I wound up creating a whole load of plot bunnies for assorted eras, and I thought I’d share them with you guys! I probably won’t wind up making formal intro posts for all of them or anything, but you guys are definitely free to ask me questions about any of them if you want, and I really hope you like my new babies!!

(Tagging my Wizarding World moots @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @manyfandomocs, @cecexwrites, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs - really hope you guys like these ideas!!)

FANTASTIC BEASTS ERA —

Charlotte “Charlie” Fairweather; pureblood, (former) Hufflepuff, poly Newt + Tina ship. Newt’s best friend from Hogwarts who shares his love of creatures and dropped out after he got expelled to follow him in his travels. Seen as the father of all the creatures while Newt’s the mom, and has a special bond with the Mooncalves. Total sassy sweetheart who has a heart of gold but also doesn’t take crap from anyone, and also a distinguished bisexual who’s very proud of herself for landing people as awesome as both Newt and Tina.

Amelia Jameson; half-blood, (former) Horned Serpent, poly Jacob + Queenie ship. American witch who works in the Wand Registration Department and is Tina’s only friend at work, and winds up getting pulled into the whole crazy adventure because of it. Incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, but never became an Auror because she was too scared to put herself into danger. Has had a work crush on Queenie for years, but never thought anything would come of it until she got to spend more time with her and wound up also developing feelings for Jacob (which causes her a great deal of panic for something that winds up having a happy ending).

Sylvia “Sylvie” Miller; pureblood, (former) Wampus, Bunty ship. Tina’s Auror protégé once she gets reinstated in the second movie who gets assigned to shadow her in her hunt for Grindelwald. Doesn’t see what Tina sees in Newt at all but then becomes a total hypocrite by falling head over heels for Bunty the moment she sees her. Kind of closed-off and over everything all the time, but also a secret lesbian disaster. Incredible when it comes to defensive magic and shield charms.

RIDDLE ERA —

Ptolemus Lovegood; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Tom Riddle ship. Exists in an AU where Tom never becomes Voldemort. Luna’s ancestor who definitely lives up to the Lovegood name, very dreamy and a bit odd, but an incredible artist who creates amazing magical paintings and sculptures. A bit naïve because he mostly lives inside his own head, and gets made fun of a lot by other students. Tom originally gets into a relationship with him because he thinks he can manipulate Ptolemus into helping him in his schemes, but he winds up actually falling in love with him, and Ptolemus slowly helps him overcome his anger and the darkness inside him. Basically this guy is Luna about fifty years in the future, and a bit of a manic pixie dream boy, but we love him anyway.

Sera Malfoy; pureblood, Slytherin, Orion Black ship. Everything you would expect a Malfoy to be - cold, cruel, and arrogant - but never to be made the heir to anything because she’s a woman, which she loathes. Plenty of people at Hogwarts desire her for her beauty, but she never deems anyone good enough for her. Has an on-and-off affair with Orion while he’s already betrothed to Walburga, which is super toxic and messy since Sera is mainly using him to try and get him to drop Walburga so she can be head of the Black household and Orion just wants to have the victory of sleeping with the girl everyone at Hogwarts wants. They actually wind up developing a sort of twisted connection, but break their affair off once Orion and Walburga officially get engaged. Eventually killed by Walburga after she finds out that Sera and Orion slept together one more time after they were already married and Sirius and Regulus were kids. After he moves back into his childhood home, Sirius finds a letter his father wrote to Sera but never sent, and a wrought-iron rose with a snake wrapped around the stem that she gifted him.

MARAUDERS ERA —

Orla Byrne; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Mary Macdonald ship. Daughter of a single mother who doesn’t find out her father was a wizard until she gets her Hogwarts letter, so she knows basically nothing about the wizarding world. Bonds with Mary over being Scottish witches trying to figure out this new world together, which eventually leads to them becoming cute girlfriends. Super sassy for a Hufflepuff and prone to using a lot of curse words. Also becomes besties with Mary’s band of other Gryffindor girls, but also becomes pretty tight with the Marauders, which annoys Lily before she starts returning James’s feelings.

Evelyn “Evie” Prewitt; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Narcissa Black ship. Middle child of that era’s Prewitts - Molly’s older sister and younger than the twins. Almost sorted into Slytherin and definitely showcases it - very ambitious and wants to be a politician. Meets Narcissa after they get paired together for a Charms project and start something of a more-than-friends thing, but they break it off after they graduate and Narcissa marries Lucius even though they genuinely love each other. Evie becomes a high-ranking politician in the Ministry of Magic eventually and never marries anyone else, and they wind up reconnecting and getting back together after Harry defeats Voldemort and Narcissa divorces Lucius when he goes to prison.

Nina Grey; half-blood, Hufflepuff, poly James + Lily ship. Daughter of a pureblood mother and Muggleborn wizard father, has been in ballet classes since she was really little, wanted to be a prima ballerina before she got her Hogwarts letter. Still regularly uses the Room of Requirement as a dance studio to practice her dancing, which is how she meets James when the Marauders run into the Room trying to get away from Filch after pulling a prank. Meets Lily after she sees James and Nina talking and approaches her to tell her to stay away from him, and they become friends, only for James to realize that he’s falling for Nina as well as Lily. Nina has already developed feelings for James and gains them for Lily as well the longer they’re friends, and Lily winds up realizing that she loves Nina about the same time she starts to return James’s feelings, so it’s kind of a whole mess, but they do all end up together in the end. Nina’s a total sweetheart who loves tea and reading and always wears ballet flats - basically she’s very soft-girl core and I love her.

Zachary Alonso; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Remus ship. Son of Mexican-American Muggles/No-Majs who moved to the UK shortly after his tenth birthday, so he gets his Hogwarts letter instead of going to Ilvermorny. A bit of an outcast in his own dorm room for his first few years at Hogwarts since the Marauders are so close, but becomes friends with them in fourth year after he helps them pull off a prank. Becomes a lynx Animagus with the rest of the crew and gains the nickname Sharptooth. Only gets together with Remus towards the end of seventh year, but they’re a very sweet couple. Kind of a stereotypical Gryffindor - never backs down from a challenge, always wants to protect people, and would do very nearly anything for the people he cares about.

Clarissa Yeng; half-blood, Slytherin, Marlene McKinnon ship. Daughter of a wealthy wizarding family who are just outside of the Scared Twenty-Eight and who have sort of fallen from grace after her father married a Muggleborn witch. Determined to restore her family’s reputation, so she acts like a prime pureblood Slytherin, cold and ruthless and proud. Develops something of a rivalry with Marlene over outdoing each other in the Gryffindor-Slytherin shared classes that eventually turns to secret makeout sessions and, later, genuine romance. Naturally brutally honest and not very expressive, but also really touch-starved and craves genuine love and genuinely tries to be a better person once she and Marlene get together.

GOLDEN TRIO ERA —

Mariela Gomez; Muggleborn, (former) Thunderbird, poly Sirius + Remus ship. Transplant from America who becomes the new Muggle Studies professor in the Trio’s third year and winds up becoming very close to Remus. Winds up following him to the Shrieking Shack to help free Sirius and is kind of hurt upon seeing them interacting and realizing that they’re still in love because she was sort of developing feelings for Remus, but keeps in touch with him after he leaves Hogwarts and helps Sirius while he’s hiding out in his cave, and realizes she has feelings for both of them. Joins the Order once it gets back together and has a whole proper confession with her two boys right before the Battle of Hogwarts, and they officially get together after (because of course Sirius and Remus live, what do you take me for?). Incredibly caring and would do anything to protect her students, but also has no tolerance for people who are assholes to her or anyone else about being a Muggleborn - she winds up taking a lot of points off of Slytherin and makes an enemy of Snape because of it.

Lunella “Luna” Warbeck; pureblood, Ravenclaw, Marcus Flint ship. Daughter of the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck, and is the exact opposite of her mother, very quiet and withdrawn. A very talented singer, however, and writes her own songs which are all really lovely. Meets Flint because she likes to sit in the Quidditch stands to write and winds up accidentally sitting in on a whole Slytherin team practice before anyone notices her. Gets accused of spying for Ravenclaw, which of course she isn’t, but Flint still invites her to the next practice as a way to show off and stick it to Ravenclaw, and then keeps inviting her and interacting with her until they eventually develop feelings. She winds up making him a better person and stopping him from joining the new Death Eaters after Hogwarts, and they actually get to have a happy ending together.

Hecate Lovegood; pureblood, Gryffindor, Fred ship. Luna’s older sister, but instead of getting bullied, goes mostly ignored by Hogwarts’s population. Autistic and only semi-verbal, so she rarely talks, and has a talent for creating enchanted jewelry. Makes friends with the twins after she lies to help get them out of trouble for a prank and abruptly becomes kind of a popular by osmosis, with a bunch of people wanting to buy her jewelry. Stays at Hogwarts after the twins drop out, but when they open Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they offer her a whole section to sell her jewelry. She and Fred officially get together after the Battle of Hogwarts (because he lives, of course). Very much like Luna in terms of personality, but also a bit more snarky than her when someone’s being a bellend.

Zain Ahmad; half-blood, Hufflepuff, Oliver Wood ship. Hufflepuff Quidditch captain who has been Quidditch rivals with Oliver since they both started playing. Possibly the grumpiest and most sarcastic person to ever get into Hufflepuff, but still an amazing captain who’s loved by all of their players. Has the classic rivals-to-lovers thing with Oliver, but retires from Quidditch after they graduate and takes a job at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Kind of an asshole with a heart of gold, doesn’t really show they care but always goes out of their way to do quietly nice things for people and would die for those they care about.

Nova Brackley; Muggleborn, Slytherin, Draco ship. A total outcast in Slytherin by virtue of being Muggleborn, but doesn’t really give a shit and can very often be seen flipping off their housemates. Incredibly talented at healing magic and sort of becomes Madam Pomfrey’s apprentice starting third year, and first meets Draco when they’re healing up his broken rib from a Quidditch game. The two of them bicker a lot because Draco feels like he has to be mean to them to keep up his reputation and Nova is not willing to take any of his shit, but they actually wind up falling in love eventually. They break up briefly after Nova can’t stop Draco from following his family into the Death Eaters (some of Draco’s angst in the sixth movie also comes from missing them), but they reconnect after the Battle of Hogwarts and eventually get back together, and Nova becomes a Healer at St. Mungo’s. Nova is basically Rosa Diaz incarnate, stone-faced and tough and not giving a shit what people think of them, but they’re also pretty funny and sweet once you actually get to know them, and they’re incredibly loyal.

Godric Marshe; pureblood, Gryffindor, Cedric ship. Named after Godric Gryffindor, of course, but very definitely doesn’t live up to his name because he basically has Neville’s relationship with magic, except his never gets better. Kind of an outcast and gets bullied a lot, and when Cedric approaches him after he’s been crushing on him for years, Godric definitely thinks it’s either a cruel joke or just the Hogwarts golden boy taking pity on him and trying to do the right thing. Rejects Cedric’s attempts at friendship for the longest time, but eventually they genuinely become friends and boyfriends later. Very quiet and insecure due to his lack of magic, but an amazing writer who slowly comes out of his shell thanks to Cedric and eventually becomes a novelist.

Allegra Pennyworthy; pureblood, Slytherin, Neville ship. Daughter of the Sacred Twenty-Eight but supports Muggleborns and doesn’t give a shit about doing what her family wants, and is something of an outcast from Slytherin because of it. Offers to help Neville in Potions since it’s her best subject, and falls him love with him through that. Eventually becomes Hogwarts’s new Potions professor when Neville takes over Herbology. A total badass, fierce and protective and cunning and never afraid to speak her mind; Neville both adores her her and fears her a little bit, and he’s basically the only person she lets herself be soft around.

Penelope Barker; Muggleborn, Gryffindor, Cho ship. A she/they partner for Cho because she deserved better. Technically Muggleborn, but was adopted by a wizard couple when she was a baby so they’ve always been familiar with the wizarding world. Much more focused on playing Quidditch than on academics, but is still best friends with Hermione and generally relies on her tutoring to pass her classes. Falls in love with Cho pretty much the very first time they see her on the Quidditch pitch, and spends years pining over her until they get to talking at the Yule Ball (Cho went by herself instead of with Cedric), and follows her into Dumbledore’s Army the next year until eventually they kiss after a meeting. Becomes a professional Quidditch player after Hogwarts, on the same team Ginny leads. Incredibly sweet but also super awkward and clumsy off of the Quidditch pitch, regularly tripping over her tongue and her own feet. Becomes a godparent to Hermione and Ron’s kids.

Aaaaand that’s all, folks! Holy shit, this is a lot (😅). As I said, not all of these babies are gonna get official intro posts or anything like that, but you’re always free to ask me whatever you want about any of them!! <3

#randomness #plot bunnies #harry potter ocs #wizarding world ocs #oc: charlie fairweather #oc: amelia jameson #oc: sylvie miller #oc: ptolemus lovegood #oc: sera malfoy #oc: orla byrne #oc: evie prewitt #oc: nina grey #oc: zachary alonso #oc: clarissa yeng #oc: mariela gomez #oc: luna warbeck #oc: hecate lovegood #oc: zain ahmad #oc: nova brackley #oc: godric marshe #oc: allegra pennyworthy #oc: penelope barker

[katiesharms]

i'm gonna get right for you honey

fandom: top gun: maverick pairing: phoenix/hangman rating: G word count: 3k requested: yes! by a couple of commenters on ao3

summary: “Marry me.”

Instead of saying yes or bursting into tears or professing her love for him like he’s been trained by movies to expect, Nat laughs. A full belly, doubled-over laugh.

or

5 times Hangman asked Phoenix to marry him and 1 time he didn't

a/n: a couple of people in the comments asked for a fic about how jake proposed, so here it is! hope you enjoy :) title from let's get married by the bleachers

1

The first time he asks her, it’s a joke. Mostly. 

They’re not even dating, barely friends, just two people thrown together because both of their squadrons are always grouped for scheduling purposes. But that’s not to say he’s not still harboring that pathetic crush from flight school.

So when she walks into their early morning meeting, her WSO close behind, piled high with Starbucks cups, he thinks she looks like the perfect woman. Or maybe that’s his 4 hours of sleep talking; he had a long night. Jake has no idea how Natasha seems so fresh and chipper this early, nor how she and her WSO, Chaser, had time to stop at Starbucks for a truly astronomical amount of coffee.

She and Chaser start handing out the cups to the clamoring aviators, matching the names on the sleeves with the people grasping desperately for their caffeine. Jake hopes she has his cup, if only for the brief thrill he’d get when their fingers brush on the hand-off.

His prayers are answered when she turns to him, holding a coffee out to him. She’s like some twisted version of a wet dream, gorgeous and handing him something that keeps him upright.

“Oh my God, marry me,” Hangman moans as he grabs the cup from her. 

“You talking to me or the coffee?”

His heart skips a beat, like some fucking romance cliche, when he realizes he said that out loud and not in his head. He’s way more tired than he thought. 

“Uh, the coffee,” he answers unconvincingly, and a smirk dances at the corners of her mouth.

“Harboring something sweet for me, Bagman?”

And fuck, is he. But he can’t exactly tell Natasha that now, surrounded by both their squadrons and half sleep-drunk. Not when she’s never once hinted that she sees this, understands them.

“Yeah, this,” he retorts instead, pulling his hand out of his pocket to reveal he’s flipping her off.

“Aw, who knew you could be such a romantic?” Phoenix coos, jokingly cloying.

He’s saved from having to devise another clever response by Coyote, swooping in to grab his cup.

“Jesus, Phoenix, did you mislabel those, or have you forgotten how much I hate almond milk?” Coyote asks as he forces down the first sip, grimacing. 

“Sorry, I can’t keep track of everyone’s order; there’s like 30 of you.”

Hangman, suddenly worried, takes an experimental sip of his coffee. It’s perfect; no sugar with just a splash of milk. He’s pretty sure she even got the 2% right. Swallowing, he looks up to confront her on it and finds her avoiding his gaze, engaging in a conversation with Sting instead of meeting his gaze. Deciding that he doesn’t have the energy to bring it up just yet, he files it away for later.

2

The second time he asks, it’s out of panic.

He doesn’t even know how the argument started, just that they’re now screaming at each other in his apartment, so loud that his neighbors will probably ask him about it the next day. Two months into this relationship, and this is their first real knock-down, drag-out fight, one where he doesn’t know what will happen at the end of it.

“Jesus Christ, you have the emotional maturity of a five-year-old,” she spits out, rounding the corner into the living room.

“And you have the judgmental frostiness of an android,” he volleys back, following her.

“Wow, what a great pair we make.” She scoffs as she reaches her destination: her bag on the table. 

“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal about this.”

Her eyes flash dangerously. “That’s part of the problem, Jake.”

She pushes past him, and he doesn’t realize what’s happening until her hand wraps around the doorknob.

“No, Nat, wait, don’t go, please,” he pleads, reaching out to grab her arm. When he closes his hand around her forearm, she shrugs his grip off but doesn’t move further away.

“I just think it’s best if we get some space. Calm down.” Her voice contains a simmering rage that he can only hear because he knows her so well.

“I don’t want space; I want you,” he says desperately, and somewhere in his rattled brain, he decides it’s a good idea to drop down to his knees. 

“What are you doing?” she hisses, trying to tug him up, but he stays put. 

“Marry me, Nat. Let’s get married. I don’t want space or a break or anything. I want to spend my life with you.”

She doesn’t say anything, just watches him with a vaguely disappointed look on her face. It makes his stomach drop.

“Jake, get up,” she says wearily instead of answering. Well, he supposed that is an answer.

“I’m serious.” He remains on his knees, though the hard floor is doing them no favors. 

“No, you’re not,” she says matter of factly. “You’re just scared, and you don’t want this to end.”

His panic somehow ratchets up. “Please don’t end this,” he practically begs.

“I’m not,” Nat says emphatically. “I just don’t think either of us is in a good state of mind to be having these conversations. I’m going to go home, but I’ll be back in the morning.”

“You promise?” he asks weakly, grabbing one of her hands in both of his, rubbing his thumb along the back of it.

She smiles down at him, fond and annoyed all at the same time. “I promise. You promise to make good decisions tonight?”

He rolls his eyes, the frantic energy leaving his body. He’s now just tired. “Yeah, yeah. I won’t go buy a ring or anything.”

“Oh my God, please don’t,” she implores.

Jake finally rises to his feet and releases her hand. “I’ll call you tomorrow?” he asks timidly.

“Yeah, call me tomorrow,” she confirms, and he watches her walk out the door.

3

The third time, he’s serious. 

Well, he doesn’t have a ring, or a speech prepared, or even a plan, but he’s positive he wants to marry her. And that feels like enough to him. He loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. That’s all you need, right?

So as he’s watching her carefully read the instructions on how to put together their new dining table, he blurts it out.

“Marry me.”

Instead of saying yes or bursting into tears or professing her love for him like he’s been trained by movies to expect, Nat laughs. A full belly, doubled-over laugh.

“No,” she chokes out through her amusement.

“What do you mean no?” he grumbles.

“I mean no!”

“You’re not gonna explain why? I’m kinda hanging here with my dick out, Phoenix; wanna let me in on your thought process?”

She hums, tilting her head to the side and looking up in thought. “Nah.”

“C’mon, babe, I propose, and you can’t even give me a serious answer?”

She laughs again, and Hangman feels a scowl settle over his face. “You call that a proposal?”

“It felt like a proposal, yeah.”

“There was no ring!”

And okay, yeah, he doesn’t have a ring, but it’s not like this was a spur-of-the-moment thing. They live together! They’re going to get married eventually, so why not make it official?

“I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. If I can look at you, sweaty and grumpy, struggling to put together a piece of furniture, and still want to be with you, that means this is forever, right? I mean, we’re gonna get married eventually, so why not just get engaged?”

“Real romantic, babe,” she says sardonically, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Jake tries not to feel offended at how nonchalant she is about the whole thing.

“C’mon, you’re hardly a romantic.”

“Sorry if I expected a little more reasoning than ‘might as well’ when my boyfriend proposed to me.”

“So, to clarify, you’re saying no?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, you’re saying yes?”

She laughs. “Yes, I’m saying no. Babe, it’s barely been a year, and we were deployed for most of it. Let’s learn how to be us on dry land first.”

“Fine,” he relents. “But this isn’t the last of this conversation.”

“Sure, babe,” she says, her glass at her lips, “whatever you say.”

4

The fourth time, he really thinks she should accept. 

If not because they love each other, then at least for the practical reasons.

He’s on the tail end of his leave when he gets his next assignment. Both of them hope he’ll finally get reassigned to Lemoore, where she is, where their home is, and where their friends are. It’s been some long months alone out east, and Jake is tired of the distance. He knows they’ll never fly together, that they shouldn’t fly together, but he wants them to at least be in the same time zone.

She gets her email 30 minutes before he does but waits patiently for his to arrive in his inbox. When it does, they open them together, hands grasped on the table.

When Natasha reads hers, she breaks out into a grin. Jake’s face falls, and so does hers when she looks up to see his expression.

“Again?” she asks, crestfallen.

“Again,” he confirms, placing his phone on the table. Nat puts hers down next to his, and he sees the difference. His reading out ‘Oceana,’ hers reading ‘Lemoore’.

“I should’ve known that when Mav said he’d put in a word for me, it’d have the opposite effect,” Jake grumbles, not completely serious. He knows that Maverick tried his best, but there’s only so much sway he can have without Admiral Kazansky still around.

She places a comforting arm around his shoulders, leaning to rest her weight against his. He brings his hand up to play with where her hair is falling out of her ponytail.

“I still don’t know why they moved you off Lemoore.”

“Because Bradshaw retired, and they needed to fill his spot.” Jake’s not positive that’s why, but he likes making this Rooster’s fault, somehow.

Nat rolls her eyes. “Don’t blame Rooster for this.”

“I’ll blame him for anything; you know that.”

She playfully slaps his arm but otherwise doesn’t dignify it with a response. The two of them just sit like that for a moment, enjoying what they now know are some of their last moments together for months. He hates that the Navy is still keeping them apart, that both of their desires to be the best and strive for greatness, which is what brought them together, is making sure they’re on opposite sides of the country. 

There has to be a way for them to stay together.

“What if we got married?” he asks, staring at their mismatched emails forlornly. 

“Is this your way of improving your previous proposal?”

“I’m not being romantic about it; I’m being practical. If we get married, we have a much higher chance of being stationed together.”

“Practically, what every girl dreams of,” she says sarcastically. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I’m being practical so that we can be romantic. It doesn’t have to be a real marriage, just one to keep us together until we’re ready for the real thing.”

“You’re not helping your case.” Natasha’s angry now, scowling as she disentangles herself from Jake and stands up. He can tell from the set of her jaw and the narrowing of her eyes that she’s genuinely pissed.

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” he asks, bewildered.

She’s silent for a little bit as she angrily transfers dishes from the sink to the dishwasher, not meeting his eyes. With one final slam of the dishwasher door shut, she turns to him, still mad.

“Marriage isn’t a solution to a problem, Hangman.” And oof, the callsign. He’s in some real trouble. “It means something, or at least it does to me. You can’t just keep suggesting it when you don’t know what else to do.”

“It’s not like that,” he tries desperately, but he’s not sure he believes it. “I love you. So much. And I want to be with you forever.”

“Getting married is about building a life together. It’s a real commitment, a choice you make every day. We’re not getting married on a whim.”

Every word she says hits Jake squarely in the stomach. He hadn’t realized how much the idea of marriage actually meant to Nat. Maybe he should’ve, but he didn’t, and instead, has shown her that he doesn’t respect something important to her. If she wants him to take this seriously, he will.

“Okay,” Jake concedes quietly, stopping Nat in her conversational tracks. “I’m sorry for being so glib about it. I’m just tired of missing you all the time.”

Her face softens into something more sympathetic, and she pulls him into a hug by the back of his neck. “It’s okay; we’ll be okay. First chance I get, I’m flying out to you.”

“Not if I come here first.”

5

The fifth time, he really thinks it’s the one. 

Phoenix gets a weekend off before he does, and she flies out to Virginia Beach about two months after their assignments start. When he pulls her into a crushing hug in arrivals, he wonders if she can feel the ring in his pocket, nestled right up against his heart.

Jake bought it the day before he left Lemoore. When he texted her sisters their opinion, the two of them FaceTimed him immediately to bombard him with questions. After assuring them that he was getting a ring just to be ready, they helped him pick out the perfect, simple one for her.

Unlike the previous attempts, Hangman has an actual plan this time. He pulls out all the stops: a romantic dinner at a restaurant his wingman recommended, a walk along the beach, and a proposal with the sun setting over the Atlantic. He even has a speech prepared.

Over her handmade pasta and his steak, she teases him about the grandeur of her first night in.

“One would think it’s been two years and not two months since we saw each other.”

“It might as well have been two years to me.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s no heat in it, only fondness. At least she seems to accept his response, not pushing further. Jake subconsciously reaches into his pocket to run a finger over the ring box.

“I was thinking we could go for a walk on the beach when we’re done,” he offers over dessert. “I’m not sure how it’ll compare to the Pacific, but I thought you might wanna see it after being stuck in Lemoore for so long.”

“That sounds great,” Nat agrees readily. “Is it far from here?”

It’s not; a short drive from the restaurant. The sun is beginning to lower, washing them in a golden light. Natasha looks absolutely radiant, and Jake realizes, belatedly, that he never got a photographer to capture the moment. He hopes some kind strangers will get a few good shots.

When they step out of his truck, Nat takes his offered arm and leans against him as they start to stroll through the sand. He doesn’t have a full plan from here on out, just waiting to gain enough courage to actually pop the question. He lets her take the conversational lead, explaining Julia’s annoying new boss and the ridiculous daily updates she gets about him. After about 15 minutes, Jake feels it. He feels ready. They’re in a more secluded part of the beach, very few people around, and he decides it’s time. Pulling ahead of Nat, he turns to face her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Jake?” She’s understandably confused at his abrupt action.

He fumbles a little bit with what to do with his hands before settling on grasping hers. His entire prepared speech flies out of his mind, and he decides to improvise.

“Natasha, I love you. I love you so much, like I’ve never loved anyone before. And there is no doubt in my mind that I will love you for the rest of my life. So -” Jake realizes that he’s still standing, having missed a crucial step. So he drops down to one knee in the sand, ignoring the way it shifts uncomfortably beneath him.

Fumbling in his pocket for the little box, he looks up to find Nat watching him, wide-eyed and shocked. Her mouth is pinched tight at the corners, and her wide-eyed expression shoots worry through him.

Before he can even pull out the ring, she places a hand on his shoulder, and his heart stops.

“Jake,” she starts, apologetic.

“Are you seriously saying no before I can even ask?” He tries not to sound like a petulant child, but he’s frustrated, unsure of what he did wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she says genuinely, and Jake realizes she’s crying.

He immediately pulls himself to his feet, putting a hand up her cheek. Maybe this isn’t about him after all.

“Shit, don’t be sorry. It’s okay, really.” The last thing Jake wants is her thinking she’s disappointed him somehow.

“It’s not that I don’t love you or want to spend my life with you,” she sniffs. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to get married yet.”

“That’s okay,” he reassures. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I do wish you’d talked to me about this before I made a fool of myself on this public beach.”

“Sorry,” she apologizes again, and Jake waves her off. “I guess I didn’t know I wasn’t ready until you were on your knees and asking. I never really thought about it.”

“Even though I asked before?”

“Those barely count, and you know it. But still, I guess it says something that even after those times, I never thought about it too much.”

Nat’s tears have slowed down, but she’s still a little blubbery, so Jake keeps brushing his fingers across her cheek to collect them. It’s far from the ugliest cry he’s ever seen from her, but it’s one of the more concerning ones.

“Babe, I’m not upset or annoyed or anything, I promise. We’re in this together, right? So, like everything, we’ll make this decision together. When you’re ready, we can talk about it.”

Natasha nods along, but there’s still a bit of doubt in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

He could laugh at how ridiculous the question is, but he has a feeling that it would not go over well.

“If our past has proven anything, it’s that I have endless patience for you. So, I promise no talk of the ‘m’ word until you’re ready.”

6

The sixth time, he’s not the one asking. 

About three months after his ill-fated proposal, Jake gets a few days off, and he’s able to go home for almost a week. When Nat picks him up at the airport, she squeals in a decidedly un-Phoenix way, causing Jake to burst into laughter into her hair.

“Excited to see me?” he teases.

“I’m excited for you to put together that nightstand you ordered without telling me.”

Jake groans, dropping his head into her shoulder. “Fuck, I forgot to call you.”

“Yeah, dickhead.”

When he walks into their house, he sees the Wayfair box in the middle of the living room, gigantic and downright inconvenient.

“Uh, how long has it been here?” Jake asks sheepishly.

“Three weeks,” she deadpans. “Chop chop!”

He doesn’t get started on it immediately. First, he lets Phoenix push him into their bedroom and make up for their months apart. Then, they grab burgers from his favorite place in town, and after, he’s so exhausted that he passes out the second they’re home.

It takes the better part of two days to build the nightstand. Natasha, always petty, offers no help and instead watches him appreciatively as he assembles the piece of furniture. While screwing together two frustratingly heavy wood boards, he catches her gaze from across the room.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Mmm,” she hums, smirking. “I like a man who knows his way around a toolbox.”

What happens next delays him to the following day. 

He’s almost done building the nightstand, assembling the ornate and complicated drawer knobs, when Natasha’s voice pulls him from his concentration.

“Jake?” she asks from the kitchen table. 

“Yeah?” He glances up at her briefly before looking back down at his task.

“Will you marry me?”

He drops what he was doing with a clatter, looking up at her. “What?” he whispers, hopeful.

“Will you marry me?” she repeats, sure and confident.

“Fuck. Hold on.” He scrambles up and rushes to their room, pulling open the bedside table. He rifles for a minute, his hands shaking as he looks for the box he placed in there the day he got home. Once his hand closes over it, Jake lets out a sigh of relief and runs back out to the kitchen.

“Here.” He opens the box, and Phoenix takes a breath as she watches the ring glint in the light.

“Shouldn’t you be the one wearing a ring? Since I proposed?” She still takes it, examining it briefly before sliding it onto her finger.

“I can get one, if you really want.” His breath is shaky, and he knows there are tears in his eyes.

When she doesn’t speak for a moment, instead moving her hand around to examine the ring more, he feels himself grow a bit restless.

“Are you sure?” he asks because he can’t go through this again if she’s not sure.

“I asked you, didn’t I?” She looks up at him, beaming so wide that it scrunches up her face, and he knows. Knows that she means it, knows that she’s ready.

They’re getting married.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #hannix #natasha phoenix trace #jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman x phoenix #my writing

[tolkien-feels]

Maedhros for the character ask game?

Edit: Tumblr deleted the first line in this for some reason?? Anyway, yes, Maedhros! I love him!

Sexuality Headcanon: Aroace, but like. For most of his life, he thought he just had priorities other than having a love life. It's not until after the Beleriand horror show that he gets he doesn't want anything to do with romance now or ever. (It's part trauma but part not. It's complicated.)

Gender Headcanon: Okay so I know this is controversial but I headcanon the Calaquendi are a very sexist society (though not in ways that would readily align with modern day Western ideas of gender) so keep that in mind. I headcanon Maedhros would have liked to explore gender somewhat, but it's not a very strong drive, and ultimately he would rather do as society expects, so he never does that. He is mildly curious, though, and it's probably something he returns to once Arda is Remade

A ship I have with said character: I think Maedhros may be the least shippable person in the Silm as far as I'm concerned. In terms of unrequited love, though, I headcanon half of Aman has had a crush on him at some point or another

A BROTP I have with said character: Besides his literal brothers? And the Finweans in general? Mahtan, but that's still within family territory. Um... I headcanon he doesn't really have many close friends, for all that he's very sociable. I enjoy the idea of him having a relationship with Eonwe, but the politics of that are complicated, and it's less that they're pals and more that every single one of their conversations has been formative for Maedhros

A NOTP I have with said character: All... all of them......... listen, I am fine with entertaining ships, but only if they're amazingly compelling. My bar is quite high to make me want to ship Maedhros

A random headcanon: He really, really, really likes horses. Easily one of his favorite things in the world.

General Opinion over said character: I like Maedhros much more than I like Maedhros's fandom. I find him an extremely complicated person that tropes don't easily apply to. 10/10, would put under a microscope and pick apart

#ask game

[clqoo]

i rant about this at least once a month but here i go again: tdlr: ben solo deserved better and it's incredibly sad how his life was cut off right at the "beginning" of it, and the new movie with rey could be screwed up so easily. the sequels also aren't exactly bad they're just disappointing. ben solo deserved so much better and i cannot stand the fact that he didn't get to live. i cannot stand it, it enrages me, it makes me so sad and it is just soul crushing when you think about it from SO many different levels. right when this poor boy found peace, right when he finally escaped from the chains that had held him down since before birth he dies. because of everything he has done and now has to atone for, because of the constant reminders and guilt he probably would've faced, he probably wouldn't have ever really known peace even afterwards, but i'd absolutely love to imagine that he would've gotten to at least wake up one morning and not feel the absolute crush he probably felt as kylo ren. he died without being granted the chance to show that he was different, he died without getting to live in peace for once, he died without knowing what it is like to be free of continual darkness in normal life, he died with it being his reputation against rey's words and i know for dang sure not everyone believed rey when she probably came out of exegol preaching that ben solo died a hero; and it is absolutely soul crushing. if he doesn't come back in this new movie, i'm gonna absolutely flip. there is no way they will be able to portray rey without her literal dyad, the literal other half of her soul in the force. i feel like this could go two ways: they screw up by trying to please the fandom and fail in the process just like they did with a lot of the sequel trilogy or it ends up being good (maybe even decent) and they mention ben. they have to, right? i just feel like there is so many ways this could go wrong but at the same time i feel like it could go so right if the correct people are involved. not many high hopes though. i love the sequels, i really do, and i feel like a lot of the bad parts of these movies are focused on when in reality they aren't bad movies they're just disappointing. this is very much the top of the list for disappointing, though.

#does this make sense #am i crazy idk #i feel like i word stuff weird #bc i just sit down and write when i'm ranting abt this #anyway if i see some anti ben solo stuff #i am rioting #i will riot #it won't be pretty #ben solo #ben solo deserved better #redeemed ben solo #kylo ren #star wars #star wars rant #sequel trilogy #star wars sequel trilogy #sw

[sheetsonfire]

Dead and Waiting | Part 4

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions, fire, injuries

Word Count: 2113

Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?

thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request &lt;3

This is Part 4, click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (FINAL PART), EPILOGUE |

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Jay mulls Trudy's words "tight spot" and "get here safely" over and over in his mind, his hands and feet do the work of driving on autopilot. Wondering what could be happening to you was not a wise choice, in all scenarios, it ultimately led to you being hurt. Nothing, however, prepared him for the sight of the ominous glow of the fire as he approached the road that led to you,

"Oh my god." His breath is caught in his throat, he'd seen most of what the world had to offer in terms of suffering, but it didn't seem as viscerally terrifying as what he was faced with now. Jay parks somewhere he knows is probably not convenient or considerate but he doesn’t care, taking off towards the decaying structure.

It seems somehow fitting that it should be Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51 and Ambulance 61 that are taking the call, a blurred sea of people that you and Jay had grown to call good, sincere, friends, people that are invited to your wedding. He hears their shouts of worry, beckoning him to stop advancing towards the fire, and feels the hands grabbing at him as he sprints past everybody.

It’s a muffled cacophony, heat from the blaze warming his skin, he coughs in the smoke that rolls out from the cracked windows and split doorways. He can feel bile rising in his throat, knowing you were stuck, desperate for help…he tries with everything he has to keep moving forward but eventually staggers backwards into arms he now realises are Wallace Boden’s. Half kneeling on the rough gravel that digs into his jeans, bits of smashed beer bottles and old materials slice into his palms. He doesn’t feel a thing.  

He’s talking but he can’t process what he’s saying, delirious begging that crushes Wallace’s very soul.

“Chief, please… she’s everything to me, I can’t just do nothing, I can’t- she needs me, I need her… I need her, please!” Strong hands remain firm on Jay’s shoulders, a hushed comforting tone that still sounds like the worst sound in the world to him. 

“Jay… Jay, I can’t let you. Please, son, just stay here. Severide, Casey, Kidd, every single one of my house are doing what they can.” 

Jay’s breaths are ragged, he thinks somewhere he might have let out a half sob or two, watching as Engine targets points of the blaze to allow the rest of the group to advance into the structure.

One by one your team are surrounding your husband-to-be, gently prying him off the ground and away from the scene to let everyone work. Boden watches with watery eyes as he turns back to face the reality that awaits you.

Ruzek sinks to the ground with Jay, sitting and watching in the terrifying hope that you come out of that building either walking or being carried, his arm wrapped around Jay securely. 

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You stagger almost drunkenly onto the 1st floor from the rickety stairs, you had never been so close to a fire that it literally roared in your ears, but now this was that moment and it was deafening. The floor and wooden beams cry out in turmoil, their final moments just as imminent as yours. 

Your feet slide as they tread the slick moss that had taken over the ground, and your legs are leaden with blood loss that you cannot control from the wound in the back of your shoulder. Only hoping that your vest was doing something to keep more of it in. 

Sweat is beading down your forehead as you grapple from spot to spot in search of the exit door at the back of the structure, wheezy rattling coughs grow more prevalent with each passing moment. It hurts to breathe, to move, and yet… the choice you have is the only one, to keep going.

“Fire Department, Call Out! Y/N?!” Through your stinging eyes, you think you can make out movement in the holes of the floor, seeing firefighters down below. You can’t recognise Matt Casey’s voice in the ungodly orchestra, but you know it’s help. So, you try your best to scream, to yell, weak pounding with your fist on the rotten wood, but you can’t put enough energy into it, your legs still swaying in stubborn willpower. Throat raw from inhalation.

Then you hear a faint radio exchange, some arguing on the airwaves that you can’t make out. 

And then, a voice that sounds like it’s below with the rest of the firefighters. 

“We’re out of time, it’s going to give, look at the smoke colour, move! That’s an order!” You’d know that voice anywhere, it was Chief… Chief Boden was barking at 51 to leave. 

To leave you.

It would be so easy to be upset with them, but you never expected someone to risk their life or exchange it for yours, and you weren’t starting now. 

It surprises you when you hear yourself muttering to the air, to the people that were your friends, of 51. “Thanks, guys, you tried. You’ve always tried. I love you for that.”

You swallow, spitting out some blood as with great relief you think you feel the doorframe and the brisk outer wind coming through a gap under the floor. Your hands start to fumble for the door handle when a beastly sound roars below, you can feel the ground tilting, as though the world was caving in… and in a way, your world was. 

The fractured, charred, beams cannot cope with the weight of the floor any longer, and before you can even think to move somewhere else the boards beneath your feet give way, and you’re unceremoniously dropped through and through until you hit darkness. Cold, biting, darkness.

Water. 

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Brett is worriedly tending to Jay’s scrapes and cuts, dabbing them clean as she wraps them with clean dressings. Jay’s eyes widen when he starts to see figures leaving the building, Sylvie is knocked from her crouched position, nearly onto her ass if not for Foster’s quick reflexes. Jay springs to his feet to see you, stopping in abject confusion and horror when he realises they don’t have you. 

You’re not there, and the building is starting to collapse in on itself. 

Boden approaches Jay quickly with Casey and Severide, Kidd looking on from afar as she watches Jay’s life fall apart in front of her eyes. 

Jay wasn’t new to being the receiver of bad news, a lifetime of military and police experience would do that to you. But nothing prepares him for Wallace explaining that the structure was too unstable to pursue the rescue attempt, he couldn’t let his firefighters stay any longer. You were going to burn in there, alone and afraid.

He tries to lash out at Boden, at Casey and at Severide, but Kevin and Adam stop him, guiding him gently away. And then it happens, the overwhelming sense of poison in his body, rejecting everything, he turns to vomit into the patches of grass beside him, choked sobs as he spits into the dirt. Kim, Adam, Kevin, Trudy and Voight are still, silent, bereft… they cannot even begin to comprehend the crushing weight of losing you, of Jay losing you.

Kim rubs Jay’s back, instructing like a mother or sister might that he take slow sips of the water she’s offering, to rinse and spit the horrible taste in his mouth. He feels like he’ll never get rid of that taste now. You weren’t here, you weren’t going to be saved. 

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The water stuns you, the cold frigid water of the Chicago River, it numbs everything including your panic as the glow of the flames illuminates where you are. You frantically look around trying to make sense of what had happened to you. The space seems to be some sort of sub-basement that had long since been forgotten, even more so than the building above. With what little vision you possess, you spot what looks to be a partially open sluice gate. So you half swim, half flail about, ignoring the returning stabs of agony in your shoulder as you move, pushing yourself under the gate's teeth to make it to the other side.

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Jay isn’t listening to the chatter around him, the endless noise was now banality because it didn’t matter anymore, it wasn’t a rescue operation anymore, it was recovery. 

But he does catch a few words that reignite rage, it was the voice of a different Chief now, Chief Walker talking to Wallace. 

“We've got the scene under control from this side, Chief. The CFD boats were dealing with a blaze aboard a boat north of the river, unauthorised flammables ignited on a boat and got out of control. They’re going to be here in 20 minutes.”

Jay stands to his feet, and Adam keeps a hand securely on him.��

“I’m not going to punch anybody, Ruze.” Jay croaks. 

“Sorry man, all the same…” 

“Did I just hear that CFD boats are going to be here in 20 minutes? So they could have been here, but they weren’t and now… now they’re going to find her body? Is that it?” 

“Son, we did everything we could… the boats will look to recover any…anybody that’s in the building or who has been washed out into the river.” 

Jay sneers at Chief Walker, if he were in his right mind he’d know that even with the boats they still probably couldn’t have got to you and until after the blaze was put out, but he wasn’t in his right mind. He was in the throes of despair and he wanted to cuss out the man before him.

There’s a shred of control left somewhere in there, so Jay bites out a terse, “Right.” Before turning away, scrubbing roughly at his face, a thousand thoughts raced through them. He had no goddamn clue what to do now, the only thing he could do was wait to see if and when they found you.

After that well... there were only a few exceptions. He was ready to let the ATF handlers feel the full weight of his wrath, as well as make it his life’s purpose to find Jeremy Burden Sr and end his existence. 

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You're treading water as best you can with only one arm working, bruises bloom and gashes burn as water fills them, coughing out the water you had swallowed, kicking with the energy that was leaving fast. You can hear the commotion on the other side of the building, but between your gasping breaths, the chattering of your teeth and the loudness of firetrucks and water hoses... nobody could have heard you yell or scream.

The sound of a motor catches your attention, whipping your head makes you dizzy but you catch sight of a boat you didn't recognise, it wasn't CFD or CPD, nor did it look like a private vessel... the only thing you could tell was that it was approaching you, and fast.

With little energy left to start swimming, you can only bob in the water like the so-called 'sitting duck' and wait to see who it was.

The motion of the water brings nausea up within you and trying to keep your breaths as steady as conditions would allow. You were finding it hard to stay awake and stay moving, skin pale, lips turning blue... you squeeze your eyes shut, searching for a focus point, a motivational avenue to go down.

He's there when you close your eyes. The one most sacred to you.

"Keep fighting, honey. I'm waiting, we're going to be together. Please fight, sweetheart. Fight for me." At any other moment, you'd have the steadfast hope that it could be Jay on that boat, but he didn't know you were even there. The motor sounds are obtrusively loud now, your eyes blinking in and out of consciousness, and the half-thought of defending yourself is lost to the waning sense of reality.

The engine stops, and a hurried and hushed conversation is the last thing you can hear before your body shuts down, not aware of hands hauling you up and out of the river before you start to sink. The boat restarts its engine and flees back out into the lanes of the river, no more than 3 minutes before the CFD boats start to pull alongside the now-demolished structure.

Water sloshes, metal chains and buoys clank in the motion of the small waves; birds swoop and gather on the railings along the banks, all keeping the secret that you had ever been in the water at all.

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End of Part 4

tags: briannareneea985 - mrspeacem1nusone - elius-learns-to-write - burgstead

#jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #dead and waiting

[hyperfixation-or-death]

Romane Berthauds aesthetics + demialterous flag colors

Fandom: Parallels (Disney, 2022) | Rating: G | Warnings: Implied character death, and a very brief romance mention | Prompt: N/A

@arospecfanworksweek

Demialterous flag colors: White, black, blue, gray.

(The aesthetics turned out way more angsty than I meant them to, just because it was kind of tricky to find images that fit both the character and the color scheme.)

A kind-of fic with major spoilers ahead - my headcanon is that Romane has a whole identity crisis after season one.

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She isn't sure how she feels about Sam or Bilal anymore. It's technically been years since she'd thought about a relationship with anyone. She had liked Sam when she was younger, before everything went wrong, hadn't she?

(Now that she thought about it, had it really been that different from how she felt about Bilal? She loved Sam, and Bilal, and Victor. But with Victor, it was closer to how she felt about Camille. With Sam and Bilal, it was more confusing, but a similar type of confusing. She wouldn't have been opposed to dating either of them. But was that the same as wanting to date them?)

Then he and Bilal had been gone, and then they were back. And then came the revelation of a future she had never considered. Then Sam's telling her the things he never had a chance to. But any relationship between them is in her past now, and she's still trying to process her alternate future, and for a brief moment, she can almost forget the present in all the mental chaos.

The moment is brief. Romane is a realist, and the only real thing now is the present, and in the present, Victor is the one who needs her help.

Then everything goes right for once, and she's fourteen years old again. And she kisses Sam, and it's nice. Bilal and Victor are there, because it was always supposed to be the four of them, regardless of if any of them were dating.

(Was she dating Sam now? Nobody had said that, but that was what usually happened after you kissed one of your best friends, right?)

Then they get their memories back, and Romane has never been so confused. She's seventeen. She's fourteen. Sam and Bilal are dead. They're sitting across from her. It's been years. It's been days. It's been three-and-a-half seconds, and all she has to do is open her eyes. Did she ever like Sam like that? Did she ever like Bilal like that? Did she ever like anyone like that?

(She didn't date anyone in the four years they had been gone for. That was because she had been grieving, wasn't it? She hadn't had any crushes on anyone, either. She also hadn't had any friends at all besides Victor, who she only saw on school breaks, anyways. Was any of this even relevant?)

Nothing made sense. Except for Victor. Victor always made sense, he was like the one constant in the mess of inter-dimensional complications that was her life. He was still her best friend, still like a sibling to her, and- he knew that, right? After everything?

She should make sure he knew that.

So they talk, and it eases some of the anxiety over everything. And she could probably chalk up most of the confusion to the disorientation from the time travel. So life goes on as normal. She dates Sam for about two weeks. They decide to stop after determining that she's really not in the right state of mind for a relationship right now. And it's fine. They're still best friends, all of them.

(Honestly, there isn't really much of a difference between dating Sam and not-dating Sam. Was there supposed to be a difference? They still loved each other. People her age - whatever her age was, after all that - weren't usually in love, right?)

Maybe she's supposed to date Bilal, eventually? A version of her married him, after all.

(The thought of marriage is...weird. She doesn't really want to think about it.)

Then, a few months after she and Sam stop dating, Victor says he has something to tell them. Sam has clearly already been told, because his expression is fond instead of curious like hers and Bilal's. Victor is grinning wider than he has in weeks as he explains. Aromantic. Someone who doesn't feel romantic attraction. Victor is aromantic, and his excitement is contagious.

Victor is kind of rambling, but they're all happy for him, so they listen. Romane was familiar with the concept of people not being straight, but she hadn't really given much thought to specific identities.

Victor's expertise on the matter comes from one night of internet rabbit-trails, so it's not exactly flawless, but it's still a decent amount of information. And a lot of words. Grayromantic. Frayromantic. Demiromantic.

(The last one was interesting. But just because she hadn't had a crush on anyone who wasn't a close friend didn't mean she never would, right? Besides, she didn't really talk a lot with anyone who wasn't either family or one of her three close friends.)

Eventually, though, she starts wondering. She was...those had been crushes, right? She knew what she had felt. She just wasn't sure if that was what it was supposed to feel like. She loved Sam, and she wanted to spend time with him. The same went for Bilal. But it wasn't like she wanted to be around them more than she wanted to be around Victor. And when it came to the whole idea of dating, she mostly felt...neutral? She was fine with it, she was fine without it.

She briefly wondered if that was normal. Then she decided nothing about her life was normal. Then she decided to stop worrying about it.

This worked for about three weeks. Then she texted Victor, partially because he was the one who had googled this kind of thing, and partially because he was the only friend she had that she was absolutely certain she had no romantic feelings for.

Two people doing research was faster than one. Alterous attraction. That phrase seemed to fit, but it wasn't exactly an identity. They typed it into the search bar.

Apparently, people could be bialterous. She didn't think she was bi, though. Then again, she didn't really have any friends who were girls, so there hadn't really been any chance for her to develop feelings. She mentioned that to Victor. He looked thoughtful, and asked if she'd ever had a crush on an actress or anything.

She told him that the only time she had ever thought she had a crush was with Sam and Bilal, and apparently those hadn't even been fully romantic feelings.

They did more google searches, and clicked on more links. Demiromantic came up again, but that didn't fit now that she was pretty sure she didn't feel romantic attraction.

(Alterous attraction kept sounding better the more she thought about it.)

It took a while to find a word that fit.

Demialterous. Like demiromantic, but for alterous attraction. It made sense.

(She still wasn't sure if she was bi, though. But that wasn't too important right now; she had a word, and she had the people she cared about, and she had time.)

Romane smiled.

#arospecfanworksweek #parallels #Romane Berthauds #paralleles #arospec headcanon #disney parallels #demialterous #the fic swaps tense a thousand times i'm sorry #also i myself am not demialterous #so if i messed up the portrayal please let me know #disney paralleles #fun fact the fic was supposed to be one paragraph #but i just kept going and now here we are #contemplating whether to put the fic on ao3 #on the one hand it's a pretty decent length #on the other hand i wrote it in about twenty minutes #and i can't tell if it's good or not yet #oh well we'll see #if you recognize images from my other romane aesthetic #no you don't

[houseoftheanimefreak]

HAIKYUU SEXUALITY HEADCANONS

🦉 Fukurodani Edition 🦉

Washio Tatsuki: Gay. When I first sat down and decided to give most of these characters a sexuality headcanon, I saw him and my first thought was "yeah there is no way he is into women." So I cannot for the life of me see him as anything other than a functional gay man. He definitely thinks Konoha and Akaashi are very pretty. Also thinks that Inarizaki's #2 middle blocker is very handsome.

Sarukui Yamoto: Bisexual with a female preference. I honestly really ship him with Shirofuku and I have no idea why. I just went "they are totally dating" one day and it's kind of just stuck. But I can also see him getting together with Komi or even just another boy (on his team or not) in general. He's a bit of a bi disaster sometimes but he's mostly functioning. Totally refers to Shirofuku as his wife later in their relationship.

Bokuto Koutarou: Pansexual. Now I know what you're all probably thinking. And I'm not gonna lie and say you aren't right, but you're only half right. I can see Bokuto having the ability to love someone SO much. He loves anyone and everyone. Obviously has a thing for Akaashi but also thinks Konoha is very pretty and handsome. Thought Shirofuku was very beautiful when he saw her for the first time. Total b(romance) with Kuroo.

Akaashi Keiji: Pansexual. I am quite unsure why I think this label fits him so well. Obviously he has an thing for Bokuto, but I can also see him falling in love with Ennoshita or Konoha. Thinks Suzumeda is very pretty as a female and could see himself dating her if he felt any attraction towards her. He's still a bit unsure of his identity, but he likes the label pansexual so he sticks with it despite what anyone else says.

Konoha Akinori: Bisexual with no preference. So I sort of saw him as gay when I first started making headcanon lists. Then I started seeing the potential of him with girls and decided he would be bisexual. Now he has had crushes on every single one of his teammates, cause he just loves easily like that, but Washio, Komi and Akaashi are the only ones still going strong. Thinks the managers are too pretty for this world. Also thinks that Kai is very very handsome and that he wouldn't mind kissing him–

Onaga Wataru: Panromantic Asexual. Now he gives me the vibe of a sex repulsed asexual. He's still a bit nervous about the label though because it's all very new to him. Romantically, I can see him be interested in everyone on the team at least once. Definitely nursed a puppy crush on Bokuto during his first few months as a first year. Thinks Akaashi is very pretty (like everyone else though for real). He thinks Washio is so goddamn handsome it is not even funny, like holy shit please praise his blocks more–

Komi Haruki: Pansexual. Can and will hit on anything that doesn't say no. He's always on the lookout for somebody to love. Has the tiniest little crush on Konoha. Appreciates the fact that both Washio and Bokuto can bench press him with those tree trunks they have for arms. Thinks Onaga is cute but like in a boyish way. Probably had a puppy crush on Suzumeda in their first year after he saw her giggle at something stupid Bokuto did.

Suzumeda Kaori: Straight Asexual. Now contrary to what the rest of the fandom headcanons her as, I just cannot see her crushing on any girls. I also see her as sex repulsed like Onaga, hence her joking with the team about how her and Onaga are the team's "real aces". She's very supportive of her teammates and will punch someone out if they give her team any trouble.

Shirofuku Yukie: Straight. Now I would be lying if I said shipping her with Sarukui had nothing to do with if, but similarly to Suzumeda I just cannot see her being interested in other girls at all. She's very comfortable with herself and her identity and is very supportive of the rest of the team. She does think Bokuto is cute, but in a "not attracted to you" kind of way. Probably dated a boy or two in junior high before Sarukui.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #hq hcs #fukurodani #sexuality headcanons #yeah i ship Konoha/Komi and Washio/Konoha can't you tell #counting the days until the fandom decides to cancel me for not headcanon-ing the managers as lesbians #literally anyone talking to Komi: so are you into boys or girls? Komi: yes :)

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 19/∞

Fandom: Star Wars Prequels Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker AUs/Tropes: Modern AU, Virgin Prompt: When Ahsoka proposes him to join her for a game of D&D, Anakin thinks it's gonna be extremely boring and everyone at the table will be lame. Instead he ends up with an insta-crush over the Game Master.

Extra details: Again, I think I already had this idea of Ahsoka, Anakin and Obi-Wan as a D&D group once upon a time. But if my memory serves me, it had Qui-Gon has the DM.

This time it's Obi-Wan the one in the Master position. In my head at first it's the Clones that played with Obi-Wan, maybe because they all work with Obi-Wan in a shop or something like that.

So one night Rex invites Ahsoka for a game and she immediately falls in love with the whole concept of roleplay and stuff like that.

In this one Anakin is her older brother, an hopeless romantic waiting for his "soulmate". He tries telling her he's probably gonna hate it when Ahsoka tries explaining that there are rules. But then Ahsoka convinces Padmé to join as well and Ahsoka mentions that Rex and Cody will be there as well, so Anakin finally caves in. Might as well go and make sure this older dude that Ahsoka has been meeting up with for weeks isn't a creep, right?

Basically Anakin had a stereotypical idea of what Obi-Wan would look like. And he's immediately dumb struck when he finds out that not only is Obi-Wan attractive, smart and charismatic, but has a voice to die for.

I just imagine Obi-Wan having to repeat over and over and over the rules of how to play to Anakin because he gets too lost in looking at Obi-Wan's lips and listening to the sound of his voice and "oh, sorry, didn't realize it's my turn".

Had also an idea of which class and race they would play for that one first game. Anakin as the dragonborn barbarian, Padmé as the half-elf bard, Ahsoka as the tiefling druid, Rex as the halfling sorcerer and Cody as the dwarf paladin.

But I also think Anakin would ask to join Ahsoka's weekly game and that he would switch for something else, possibly something cooler that would allow him to roleplay a lot with Obi-Wan (so, a Charisma based character).

#goodnight prompts #obikin #daily prompt #fic prompt #prompt #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars #modern au #rpg au #virgin anakin #feel free to change whatever detail as well #feel free to use this prompt however you want

[theelderhazelnut]

Tagged by @scentedcandleibex and @saito-mitsuko to try this picrew and quiz.

Very Complex

You hold the fandom record for most angst edits. The fandom is divided over "I can fix them" and "I can make them worse." You have some severe past trauma and are probably queercoded. The writers had a lot of fun giving you more layers than an onion.

Morally Grey

You helped the hero's once, but only for money. And you sold them out later, but only to save your daughter from slavers. Your actions and motives are constantly contradicting, with no end in sight. Twitter and Reddit are divided in very different ways. Tumblr wants to eat you raw.

I couldn't make Demiral with this Picrew, but I took the quiz for him:

The Hot One

You're that one hunk that EVERYONE has a crush on. Your wit and charm is known to make fangirls faint, and half of the entire fandom's thirst posts are about you. You could eat a cookie and everyone would lose their shit. Congrats, dude.

#the results suit them i suppose #hazelnut's mutuals #ombra the ironhead #gizem #demiral #picrew #tag game

[stomp-that-ho-regard]

god fucking damn, that clip you just linked, holy shit. A little while later, Marisha is like "btw matt I barely heard your answer I was just thinkin about who dorian is crushing on" like girl YOU'RE the one that interrupted him. Travis is like "Should we just guess?" no bitch all you had to do was stfu. Who do they think they're fooling? Well they're fooling the entire fandom, apparently, who just gobbled that shit up mindlessly. "Here's how imodna can still win" babes the writing is on the fucking wall, use your brains, it's not gonna happen.

During that whole sequence there's SO MUCH uncomfortable body language, from Marisha especially. Not just the weird lunge thing, but the weird half-jog with fake energy she does to sit down. She's panicking and trying to hide it, you can tell. And you can tell Robbie is genuinely shocked, too. Matt is openly stunned.

But it's the fact that Robbie was potentially going to talk about Orym, a gay character, and tone-deaf-marisha just HAS to swoop in like "how can I kill two gay ships at once? I know, I'll just throw imogen under the bus and simultaneously kill the main mlm ship and main wlw ship for this campaign in one awkward interaction. Oh but don't forget to love each other!"

Honestly makes me fucking nauseous how blatant and corporate it is.

They probably realized how much the fandom analyzes (rightfully so) what they would say on TM and compare it (also rightfully) to what they were doing at the table. So I guess their logic now is to not unintentionally back themselves into a proverbial corner so they won’t have to own up to anything they said and can easily drop something in the future without having to address it.

But that logic falls apart when you wonder: why have a talk show at all? If you got rid of TM, why not just leave it alone?

I had no idea they had a new talk show. Since TM disappeared, I figured we wouldn’t have to deal with these out-of-game convos that may or may not have an impact on what happens in the campaign. I thought maybe (if they did see all the fandom discourse) they would’ve been smart enough to not bring back a slightly different version of this nonsense.

If they’re now so sensitive about what they’re asked, then why even bother putting yourself in a position where you’re forced to answer questions? 

Now I haven’t watched any of these things. The first I’ve seen of this show is the clip that the previous anon sent me. I don’t know what Dani’s role is anymore. Is she just off to the side like she always was? Does she take part in the conversations? Since they don’t seem to have a host and pull questions out of a bowl, exactly why is her presence necessary?

I hope she’s not still picking questions for them. Her obvious bias towards certain pairings or events was most people’s main gripe about TM. With this new set-up, were the questions in that bowl ALL of the questions that were asked? Or is she still sifting through them and picking the ones SHE likes the most? If it’s the latter, then they haven’t learned shit.

What even is the point of this show?

#op #ask