#and complimentary guy (gender neutral)

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One of them is going to fuck you up. The other will cheer them on supportively. Up to your imagination who does which.

#drawings that were a second hand study of a sketch study i did of a blurry screencap while deeply sleepdeprived last night. but different. #drawing #artists on tumblr #illustration #procreate #digital art #eldritch angel #and complimentary guy (gender neutral) #warm up for lets be real going to bed. only got four hours sleep when i got home this morning and my 3 day headache is retreating slowly at #last so good night i guess #my art

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How Ateez Act Around Their Crush (Gender Neutral)

My first post!!! Hope you guys enjoy 💕

Hongjoong

♡ On the spectrum of obvious to difficult, I would place Hongjoong in the middle. He’s not totally fawning over you, but you’ll catch some hints the more time with him you spend.

♡ He really wants to make sure you feel included with the group, so if you aren’t talking or seem to feel uncomfortable then he’ll swoop in & address you or start talking about something you’re into.

♡ Will definitely pay compliments especially as you get to know each other better- small things like telling you you’re good at stuff or that he likes your outfit/jewelry 😊

♡ Definitely the type where if someone interrupts/teases him straight-up be like ‘shut up I’m talking to (y/n)’ DSFSGDGHSWF & if you get interrupted EVER will always come back to what you were saying, listening so intently & making deep eye contact. Rests his chin in his hands & listens, nodding & looking at you with a soft smile like you're the most important thing in that moment.

♡ Goes ‘may I?’ like a complete gentleman before taking your hand & helping you out of the car 💗

♡ Asks a lot of questions to get to know you better & see if you guys are really compatible, like what your dreams in life are, what you like to do, & what kind of music you like. Hongjoong will absolutely listen to any recommendation you give him because he sees music taste as saying a lot about someone’s personality or experiences!

♡ if you have a certain look/favorite color, Hongjoong will lowkey try to coordinate what he wears when he sees you to that so you guys look complimentary 👀 & maybe just maybe people will think you’re a couple & back off you

♡ He gets so smiley & playful when you guys are comfortable & hanging out/playing games 🥺 rather than tease you he likes cracking jokes & messing with others to see your reaction, grinning so wide whenever you laugh!

♡ It's too soon in his mind to put his arm around you, but he will occasionally, every now & again, put his arm around the back of your chair when you're sitting next to each other, just as a little sign to others even if you don't notice 👀

♡ The others tease Hongjoong because he can't remember shit but he always seems to recall things about you like your café order, which he surprises you with one day, or a style of bracelet you always said you wanted that he just so happened to find one of, here 🤔

Seonghwa

♡ Tried not to make it obvious that he likes you, but it is, just a little 🤏🏻

♡ He just is always looking at you with an awed smile & big ol shiny heart eyes 🥺

♡ SO. CARING. If it's cold, he'll be giving you a jacket, maybe a scarf too. If you ever get hurt or surprised, he's running right over to you to make sure you're ok even if it takes pushing another member or two out of the way.

♡ Tell him your favorite food & he'll try to make it for you!!! The next time you visit, it'll be his special surprise to share as he politely says he hopes you like it.

♡ Your biggest cheerleader. He'll be so honored if you ever ask him for advice or open up, & he'll use it as an excuse to tell you what a good job you're doing & how great he thinks you are 💖

♡ When he gets comfortable hanging out with you, he'll invite you to do more things, whether it's hanging out with the guys or something more lowkey, like helping him build a larger LEGO set. Please say yes it'll make him so happy to see you enjoying simple fun with him!

♡ Medium on physical touch, like he won't be touching you constantly but will probably offer you his arm to help you up & out of places or swing your hands a few times when you walk by each other as well as being the type to say 'oh, you've got an eyelash' & very gently brush it off your cheek 🥺

♡ Teasingly pouts if you mess with him, then gives it back to you, but never takes it too far because he wants you to know he's kidding, so he almost immediately tells you it's a joke every time.

♡ Always asks if you'd like to join/help him when he needs another person, hoping you'll be able to tell it's because he values your input & presence as well as that you give him strength & energy!

♡ He gets so happy whenever he sees you, smiling & speaking more softly just for you, hoping you know what you do to his heart by his romantic side emerging 🥰

Yunho

♡ Yunho is one of the best members at balancing showing that he likes you with not being overly obvious. He’s just so sweet with you!

♡ Always smiling of course! & he laughs at every single one of your jokes 😌

♡ Hypes you up whenever you do just about anything. Playing a game? You’re gonna crush it. Drawing something? It’s going to be beautiful. Flying to the moon? All you have to do is spread your arms.

♡ Lets you win every game you guys play, it’s so obvious sometimes like he practically would blue shell himself if it gave you the mario kart trophy 🏆 & then when you do win he jumps up & high-fives you & celebrated like ‘yay (y/n)!!!’ even if it was just a game of uno or something DGDGSCZSXV

♡ Offers his hand for a dance whenever something fun comes on the radio/someone’s speakers! Swings you around so playfully & tells you you’re doing great even if you step on his feet 🥺

♡ Doesn’t want to make you too uncomfortable with a bunch if physical stuff immediately, but does like to playfully bump or nudge you!

♡ Asks you the most random questions, like what animal you would be if you were one, if you could only eat three things for the rest of your life what would they be, where would you go if you could, just fun questions like that! Would love it if you bounced them back or came up with your own ☺️

♡ Yunho seems to magically appear at your side whenever you need help, whether it’s reaching something up high if you aren’t as tall as him or finding something right after you lose it!

♡ You call him your good luck charm & he holds onto that forever 🥺 it’s a new excuse to help you & be around you, he’ll say ‘I’m here if you need some extra luck’ & will visibly melt if you say you do!

♡ The only member allowed to give you a jacket if it’s cold!!! Please accept it, you'll see the most beautiful smile when you do!

Yeosang

♡ I hope you like eye contact because boy are you in for a lot of it. Yeosang cannot take his eyes off of you 👀 that’s the main ‘obvious’ thing he does, so how easy it is to tell depends on how you take that!

♡ Attentive to a T! He has a reputation for being in his own world a lot of the times but you ground him & give him something to focus on so he remembers everything you tell him.

♡ Will very sheepishly bring you your favorite drink or snack, shyly asking ‘you like this one right?’ with the cutest smile on his face.

♡ So shy with initiating physical contact bUT he must always be sitting next to you. The chair or couch cushion adjacent to yours is practically labelled ‘property of Kang Yeosang’ now.

♡ He likes to tease people a lot, but the old adage of ‘if he teases you he likes you’ is so not true here. It’s the total opposite; when others tease you Yeosang is the one saying things like ‘hey, knock that off >:(’

♡ Any time you’re out at a store/walking by a stand with hats he’ll grab the cutest or funniest one, gently place it on your head, & giggle. Shhh let him it’s his way of flirting

♡ Any time you have the choice of teammates, who to go with, etc. there Yeosang will be cutely raising a hand like ‘pick me!!!’ Please do he'll be so happy🥺

♡ If you initiate touching, prepare to watch the love-drunk smile slowly spread across his face. He’ll be over the moon for several minutes & you may need to repeat anything you ask/tell him.

♡ Another way you may figure out he likes you is that he's soooo the type of guy to fix his hair & straighten his clothes & try to get all nice for you!!! So if you walk in unexpectedly early you may see him messing with his hair a bunch hehe

♡ Yeosang is such a shy sweetheart with you, please give him lots of love & reassurance & laugh at all his jokes & comments ok??? He makes them for you & you'll get to hear his cute giggle whenever you appreciate him💕

San

♡ I’m sorry but you’re going to be able to tell DFGSWDFVCGHD

♡ Not that that is a bad thing by any means, San just wears his heart on his sleeve & feels big emotions!!!  It’s very sweet honestly because this comes in the form of him looking at you with such pure adoration & always hearing you out no matter what.  He makes sure you feel appreciated & have no shortage of affection!

♡ As you guys become friends, expect to be greeted each time with a very excited hug by San, who has the biggest smile on his face now that you’re here 🥺

♡ Absolutely the type when he has a crush to find ANNNNYYYY excuse to touch you, whether it’s being the one to hand you things so your fingers can brush, elbowing you to get your attention, or the classic, heart-fluttering (he sure hopes!) ‘oh, here, you’ll throw better like this *puts arms over yours to guide you*’

♡ Seriously, the way this man’s eyes shine as he listens to you talk, nodding softly as he drinks in every word about whatever passion or story you’re sharing this time.  He wants to know it ALL. That way he can remember things that made you happy or anything you mention liking or disliking!!!

♡ Will 100% subsequently suggest next time everyone wants to go out that they all get your favorite then glance over at you like 👀

♡ Probably cannot stop himself from outwardly expressing how cute you are if you do something that charms him, even if he just says it quietly to himself 🥺

♡ Shows off just 🤏🏻, like if you need help carrying something San’ll be there lickety split lifting it like it’s nothing & giving another of his 👀 glances, or he may even show off stuff he usually only does during performances or workouts! Will also do ‘cute versions’ of performances for you 🩷

♡ The type to text you pictures or videos of cute plushies or animals he knows you like saying ‘this made me think of you’ 🥺🥺🥺

♡ You give San so much energy he’ll always be smiley around you & ready to do new things to make you smile too!

Mingi

♡ On a scale of can’t tell to obvious, this man is O-B-V-I-O-U-S! But it’s the cutest crush you’ll ever see 🥺

♡ Speaking??? What is that??? How does words? Good job, you broke Mingi He wants to be all smooth & cool & awesome, but the moment he lays eyes on you his brain just goes !!! so he stutters a lot but boy is he smiling up a storm

♡ This goes away a bit as time goes on, but stuff you say still can & will fluster the heck out of him! In general, as you start hanging out more, Mingi just tried to internalize stuff you say, like he really wants to learn your sense of humor so he can makes jokes you’ll like 🥺

♡ Your laugh is his favorite thing ever, like whether you notice it or not when you’re laughing & having fun is when Mingi’s smiling the widest.

♡ You will never need anything with this man around as he seems to always appear around you offering you water, food, a seat if you want to get comfortable, anything you could possibly want!

♡ Will probably forget himself a little & just grab & hug you if you defend him from the guys’ teasing because he’s just so happy 🥰 then remember himself & pull away blushing a few seconds after hehe

♡ *does anything remotely cool* ‘(y/n)! (y/n)! Did you see that???’

♡ Totally a big puppy, like he’ll follow you around & stuff saying things like 'You need me to help too right?' or just wanting to see what you're doing. If you have a chance to invite him along somewhere, get ready for the puppy eyes!

♡ Mingi's the type to try to win your heart with 'props', doing things like playing with stuff he finds & posing with it to make you laugh or making plushies talk to you & give you the hugs & kisses he's too shy to 🥺

♡ When Mingi likes you, he has a sixth sense for whenever you're down or needing anything, so expect to get cheered up & doted on a lot by this loving man!!!

Wooyoung

♡ This man right here is a big toss-up & I will tell you why: does he flirt with you? DUH. Does he flirt with everyone? Also duh. So he’s half obvious as heck, half absolutely confusing in that sense because is he kidding???

♡ No he is not. He will insist at times if he really means it & you laugh it off, so that’s clue number one.

♡ You will absolutely receive special treatment though. He’ll let you get away with murder, probably letting you completely bypass the rules to whatever game is being played & when everyone protests just pull the ol ‘well they didn’t know’ card…but that’ll only fly under the radar so many times Wooyoung ;)

♡ Acts all cutesy around you but that’s just a pretense to put his arms around you or grab your hand ☺️👀

♡ Teasingly asks if you’re scared at any possible opportunity, movie, amusement park ride, etc. once again, just as an excuse to put an arm around you.

♡ Also the type to say ‘oh, you know you love me’ jokingly, but as you laugh he looks really hard for any sign you might actually 🥺

♡ Will grab your hand & run away with you to show you something cool he found! Wooyoung is always whisking you away to something which can be dizzying, but also heart-fluttering.

♡ Positively insists you dance with him. If you’re not a very exuberant dancer or are a bit shy, that’s ok, he’s more than happy to do a slower dance with you 😏

♡ Dedicates every noraebang song to you!!! Very dramatically. With a whole point & hair flip & dramatic half-whisper-serious-voice & everything.

♡ Asks you your favorite color, then wears it next time you see him with a wink 😉 He then proceeds to tell you it looks even better on you 😘

Jongho

♡ Oh boy I’m so sorry you’re going to have a hard time with this one. Man is not obvious AT ALL. He’s not actively trying to hide it per se, he’s just subtle. At least at first 👀

♡ Like, ok, he’s nice to you, sure, but he’s nice to everyone. You guys are having fun, but everyone is just hanging out & you’re not seeming to get any special treatment. But that’s just because you’re probably missing the way he glances at you every time he does something funny to see if it lands with you or his small nod of satisfaction if you get his joke.

♡ Jongho just isn’t the type to change himself for another person so he’s not gonna mirror you or throw himself at you, like you have to like him for him & he wants to see you as your authentic self too, so excessive flirting is kinda dumb to him. Plus it makes things awkward, so nah. He’d rather just be around you more & see where it goes.

♡ Likes to draw you into discussions, turning to you & being like ‘& what do you think?’ to show you he values your input. He’ll also just straight-up ask if you’re interested in something if it’s the topic of conversation, like ‘do you like that sort of thing?’ & if not, then the spotlight goes on you & what you are into.

♡ Will 100% up the dad jokes around you because your reactions are so funny. Please encourage him 🥺

♡ Jongho isn’t super touchy-feely, but any time you lose your balance or fall he’s the first one offering his hand. Heck, even if you only might fall, like you guys are going up steps or on slightly uneven ground he’s still offering you his hand 👀

♡ Will. Always. Hold. The. Door. Open. For. You. Period. You probably don’t notice, but if another member does it they’ll get a challenging look from him. Also the type of guy that stands on the outside of the sidewalk closest to the street telling you to stay safe 🩵

♡ You get first pick of everything, whether it’s what snacks are getting bought, what game is being played, first to play each round, etc. The other guys dispute it but Jongho ALWAYS manages to play it off like the discreet king he is. If you catch on, it just becomes a running joke so whenever he does it you guys just kind of laugh at everyone getting worked up & look at each other like 😏

♡ He will want to know what your favorite song is so he can learn to sing it for you 🥺🥺🥺 & after he does it he has the biggest smile as he asks if you liked it!

♡ Another small giveaway is the playful teasing, like sure Jongho likes to mess with people anyway but he never takes it too far with you, always keeping it light, goofy, & just so you can always see he knows you & is thinking about your mannerisms 😌

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff

[simp4konig]

"Can I sit here?" König x Gender-neutral Reader (Part 2)

Word count: ~2700

König finally asks you out on a date!

*Slow burn

*Friends (to Lovers?)

*FINALLT a Part 2 to 👉👉this fic rught here!! Tysm to those for being so patient in regards to part 2 kf this fic!!!😽 i hope u guys think this js good enoigh to be the sequel 😢😢😢 😢 Lots of fluff!!! 🥺🥺SOME suggestive themes but only if u squint 🧐

*Author STILL doesn't speak German!! 🇩🇪🙅🏼(im so sorru to any German-speakers thst xan see thru my Google Translate and whince in pain 😬Not mucj i can do abt it 🤷🏼‍♀️otber than spend 3 yrs learning the language and i do NOT ❌have time for thst‼️sorry😿)

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Life on the barracks was still as mundane as ever for König.

With no new information on any recent targets or any gang syndicates appearing on their radar, he had to ease in to this rather boring lifestyle, his only source of entertainment being at target practice. Never really paying much thought to what he could get up to when he had free time — the truth was, he had never had any — he essentially was left twiddling his thumbs, this being the worst part about his job.

With no hobbies, König chose to kill time by going to the gym more often, working out with high intensity. On particularly slow days he'd enter the gym for a second time, going in when he knew no one else would be around so he would have the equipment all to himself.

He still wasn't a fan of the monotony, yet he grew more appreciative as a new factor entered his schedule, the recent recruit that had made his life more interesting: you.

Ever since that day when you chose to sit at his table, you always walked to the corner of the cafeteria where he was sitting with something new to tell, and König would listen attentively, not looking away from you once. Having you chat in front of him every morning and afternoon gave him something to look forward to during the otherwise uneventful mornings and afternoons, and he over time became more pleasant to be with and less and less awkward.

He'd wait eagerly at his usual table, looking forward to seeing your face. You made it your due diligence to prepare him something the day before, which would usually be the same that you would have, and the two of you would eat in a comfortable silence, König always being complimentary about the food no matter how simple it was to prepare.

"Mein Gott! Delicious, this is, maus! You really are talented," he'd proclaim, the sound muffled by a mouthful of food.

Maus. You had noticed König begin dropping in words like that when addressing you instead of your call-sign, yet you, being an ignorant Westerner, couldn't even Google their meanings as you had no clue how attempt to spell them. Maus, on the other hand, was self-explanatory; your height difference made you look like a "mouse" to him. You weren't sure whether to take it as a compliment or not, but you didn't question it further.

Shaking your head with a smile, you'd wave a dismissive hand at his remarks. "Eh, those are just simple pancakes. It would be hard for someone to not make them delicious, in all honesty."

"Nein, I mean it!" He'd reply in earnest, not breaking eye contact. "No one could replicate the... the flavour! The—" König struggled for words, his vocabulary limited enough as it was, yet with you in front of him he'd be unable to recall nothing that he had been taught in his English lessons.

Still, he'd persevere. "Das köstliche aroma! It's— so good. Very good."

A bashful laugh. "Okay, okay, König! I get it." You placed a hand on your chest, trying to downplay the rising blush on your cheeks. "Really, I'm flattered. Thank you."

To which König's eyes would crinkle, a sure sign of a thick smile under that hood of his. He was glad you couldn't see it, though, as he was sure he looked like an idiot.

When you'd be late by a few minutes, König could feel himself start to panic, his mind racing with possibilities at what could have happened to you. His anxiety was irrational yet his alarm was nothing short from genuine, only having good intentions; to keep you from harm's way.

He wanted to protect you, but he didn't know your schedule yet, thus hated not knowing where you were at all times. Tense shoulders visibly relaxed seeing you hurry through the double doors, and he'd let out a sigh of relief, trying to remember what he had planned to say, last minute rehearsals gone over in his head.

All of that careful planning went of out of the window, though, as the two of you would talk about everything and nothing, sometimes about something deep and philosophical; other times, your favourite type of cheese, and each rave about them respectively for five minutes flat.

You were a breath of fresh air for König, which was why he was now training with such vigour.

When working out, König made minimal noise, his movements quick and controlled. This time, however, he was grunting with effort, working until maximum exhaustion and completely drenched in sweat.

Before, he had never bothered with his appearance, only carrying the basic neccesities and wearing tactical gear that was comfortable enough and wasn't too tight. With his height, it was difficult enough to find form-fitting clothes to begin with, and damn near impossible when his bulk was considered, so any clothing that somewhat fit was good enough to König to wear on a day-to-day basis.

Yet, on numerous occasions, he found himself staring at his barren closet, contemplating over what outfit would look best with the few options he had.

Thinking of you made him want to look better for you, to make him worth your time, and he busied himself with searching on the internet and comparing reviews for the best cologne, for the best aftershave, even finding the best shirts from a niche private retailer that nearly catered to his needs to a tee, and he'd specifically select t-shirts that revealed his bulging biceps whenever he crossed his arms and would show off his body to you. A physique he maintained and would improve with you in mind, not necessarily for the sake of being the ideal soldier.

He would practice conversation in the mirror, thinking up of the funniest jokes to say, the most interesting topics to bring up. Suddenly, the English textbooks that were long forgotten about under his bed and the dust-covered German-English dictionary became of use, and he'd study the words, the idioms, the grammar, committing it all to memory. A pencil in hand and a lamp shining down on the notebook in front of him, he'd write late into the night, improving his sentence structure and mastering the expressions he had highlighted earlier, not knowing their definitions.

You were worth the effort, and he vowed to do this right. He wanted to impress you, and didn't want you to ditch him or think of him as less for the way he presented himself.

He'd shower and comb the hair back that you wouldn't see (yet he felt it a necessary thing to do, just in case), and generously sprayed himself with scented deodorant, before going to his usual spot at the cafeteria with his chest puffed out, hoping he looked immaculate.

And he did. His colleagues and lower-downs noticed this shift in his charisma and his growing confidence, actively taking advantage of his status rather than watching passively in the back of the room. They could sense his presence as he was walking down the corridors, yet rather than immediately looking down at the ground, instead saluted him with a respectful: "Good afternoon, Colonel Sir."

Really, he was elated. He had never felt this happy in years, and he was loving this feeling, walking around base now with a self-assured swagger to his step.

Waiting, though, was the worst part about your encounters. Minutes felt like hours as König held a hand over his bouncing knee to keep it in place, his stomach fluttering with butterflies as he waited in anticipation.

Truth was, you'd always be worn out after training after your instructor pushed you to your limits, and sometimes took longer in getting ready and making yourself look presentable than other times because your joints were aching and your clothes stuck to you from how sweaty you were.

Now, quickly combing your hair and rolling some deodorant under your armpits, you had a goofy grin on your face, excited to see König again.

König, the 6'10 giant who was really just a sweet Austrian man to you.

His dead enemies, however, would be rolling in their graves and yelling in protest at the thought of you calling the brutal murderer that snapped their necks like they were twigs "sweet".

Really, you were ignorant to people's stances on him, and would defend his honour on his behalf with innocent stubbornness, with naive certainty that you were right. After all, he was a gentle giant!

Even if his total 180 shift was true, you doubted the full extent of his brutality. So what if he got a little aggressive? Adrenaline could do a lot to a man!

Still yet to see the side of him that König was trying desperately to keep hidden from you, he intended to keep it that way for as long as he could.

Counting down the seconds on his watch, König was sure you'd come in any moment now. A minute passing and he imagined that you'd come rushing in though the doors, frantically apologising for taking so long before sitting down and giving all of your attention to him, giving him the attention that he had never received from anyone so attractive before.

This meeting, however, was going to be different. He had revised all that he had wanted to say and exactly how he wanted to say it, until the words were permanently engraved in his brain.

At last, the double doors opened and there you were, a lopsided smile on your face as you speed-walked towards his table, already apologising sincerely and explaining why you were late by a few minutes before you had even sat down yet.

Honestly, your kindness towards König was too much for him to bear, and his heart was near the point of exploding from joy from having you so concerned over punctuality, when he considered it a blessing that the engel in front of him would even spare him any time of their day.

Eyes crinkling in a smile, König shook his head. "Nein, schatz. There is not a thing to be sorry for."

"But there is! I always keep you waiting and It's my bad," you said, rubbing your arm. "Sorry."

He shook his head again, this time reassuringly. "Don't be."

Then, added. "You're worth the wait."

Not knowing what to make of this, you sat down, trying to hide the fact that his remark flustered you.

Coughing as you deliberately tried to change topics. "How was your day, König? Beat up any bad guys at all?"

A chuckle. "Das ist lustig," he admitted. "Funny, but I wish. Only been at the gym today. But I also have been devoting some of my time to studying English."

Raised eyebrows in admiration as you nodded your head. "Your English has certainly improved, König," you observed, noticing how König would commit fewer and fewer grammar mistakes when speaking, until he was confident enough to even use some colloquial idioms of his own. Of course, some of the German ones didn't translate so well, yet you couldn't deny that there was improvement.

Not having told König anything about it, you yourself had actually begun learning some German on your own to surprise him with it one day, yet with how you were progressing at the moment you thought that this would be better left unsaid for the time being. Your knowledge of the language only went as far as "Guten morgen" and "Mein Name ist King". So, nothing extraordinary.

You smiled, your eyes reflecting the cafeteria lights. "I'm sure by the end of this year you'll be the most well-spoken on base! You'll probably become more fluent than me soon."

König was lost in your sparkling eyes, his sight taking in all of your features. You were so beautiful, so perfect.

"Danke, schön, but I still have a long way to go." Momentarily glancing at your lips for a split of a second, before he quickly cleared his throat. "I had... I had actually something to ask you, maus."

You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. "Really? What is it?"

The expectant expression on your face made König's voice hitch in his throat, suddenly forgetting all that he had carefully rehearsed and had revised for consecutive afternoons. "Y-you see—"

A thoughtful pause as he considered his next words, weighing the pros and cons of risking it all. "—From the day you sat down at my table, I— I've never felt this happiness in all my years on this world," he began steadily.

"My childhood... was... not the best—" He winced, and did not elaborate further. You didn't push him to, and waited patiently for him to finish. "—But... you make all those times I was unhappy forgettable when I make new memories with you. I couldn't be happier when you're with me. And—"

König took in a deep breath. "...Will you— will you do me the honour... of going on a date with me?"

Shock. This was not what you had expected. At all.

Your eyes were wide and throat dry as you licked your lips. No one had ever asked you on a date before. You hadn't dated a single person in all your years of living, or even went as far as having your first kiss, which was embarassing to admit. Too afraid to put yourself out there and keeping reserved in fear that you wouldn't be good enough, those same doubts entered your mind as you imagined König with someone better, someone more intelligent and more attractive, someone that always knew what to say in moments like these.

Not you, this moron that couldn't even learn some basic German for him, and the family's disappointing child which enlisted in the military as a last resort, with no qualifications good enough to secure you another job.

As you looked at the floor, König regretted ever bringing this up.

Oh Gods, did he cross a boundary? What if you didn't like him the way he liked you? What if— what if you were already in a relationship?! What if you were too nice to turn him down and tell him the truth?

It suddenly occured to you that you had not replied to König's proposal for a whole minute, and you pulled yourself together, reaching despairingly for his hand with a trembling one of your own, fearing that you blew everything.

"Oh my God, König— yes. Yes! I'd love to go on a date with you!"

König let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. "—Really? You— want to go on a date... with me?"

You nodded emphatically, compensating for your lack of response. "Yes! Fuck, I'm so sorry for not saying anything, I just—"

Quiet laughter. "I know, you're late to things," he teased, your face red. "Schatz, I think... I think we can make this work. Is— is it okay if I pick you up at 6 on Friday?"

"It's more than okay! It's perfect, König!" A goofy grin as you couldn't contain your child-like excitement. Then, a sheepish rub of the neck. "And... I pinky promise that I will be ready on time. I wouldn't miss our date for the world."

Later on, as he was rounding the corner and knew no one could see him, he punched at the air enthusiastically, feeling like he had just won the lottery; only, the grand prize was you.

Locking his bedroom door and immediately crossing off the date on his calendar, his body dropped on a chair.

With his head on his palm, he smiled.

He couldn't wait to see you again.

...

Note: I fed u guys with a fluffy fic in preparation for my upcoming one as imGONNA BREAK UR HEARTS INTO A MILLION PIECES WITH THE NEXT ONE U READ👺👺my next fic is angst Angst ANGST and u habe to be mentslly prepared for it... 💔

If u are sad throighout it and feel empty inside dont say that i djdnt warn you beacuse its gonna be some REAL shit rjbht there and abojt to get HELLA Depressing🗿🗿

Thankfully it is going to have SOME sort of happy conclusion to rub less salt in ur wounds🥲 and on top of that I posted this first so u dont get a doible whammy of angst<33

#aking10592_ ≛彡 #könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #könig mwii #konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig mwii #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x fem reader #konig x female reader #könig x male reader #konig x male reader #könig x gn reader #könig x gender neutral reader #konig x gn!reader #könig fanficfion #konig fanfiction #könig x king

[khoipyan]

romantic floyd headcanons

where’s all the fun if everything’s boring? that’s why you’re stuck with floyd.

warnings; no major ones, all fluff here!

by the way, this is gender neutral (you/your pronouns only) and romantic. definitely not meant to be platonic at all! floyd and you are dating in his fic :)

notes; writers block appears, and i’m out of energy. i suddenly simp so very hard for my eel boy ever since his birthday and i start screaming and crying and magically start typing??? my fingers moved on their own???? so weird… anyways i will smile so hard abiyt floyd that wiklk wkadjk,cwejfi92nf9noid snsjaa fEWFGFG! HAIHDQ1! V!@E:L

floyd leech

starting off into your relationship, he’s very bold. floyd doesn’t believe in ‘dating stages’, why wait until a certain point to do a romantic gesture? unless you express your discomfort and show him that you want to take it slow, expect him to be dragging you through the halls while holding your hands on the very first day of dating.

gets all excited just thinking about you. if you both can’t meet up for specific reasons that day (like being busy, for example) he’ll get so giddy for the next time you guys meet. even if it’s tomorrow, he can’t hold in his excitement as he squeezes the life out of one of his pillows.

I like to think floyd does things like roll around his bed, or kick his feet subtly during class as he leans on his hand, daydreaming about romance scenarios between you and him.

hopeless romantic floyd? hear me out. under the sea, he's heard all the cheesy romance stories of humans and he found them interesting... and rather cute. he wishes to experience those stories he's heard. especially with you!... HOPELESS ROMANTIC FLOYD!

he likes to lean on you, regardless if you're shorter than him or not. you better not drop him to the ground! or he'll chase you around >:(

(woah i became a poet in that line)

clingy clingy clingy... so excited to see you during anytime that he'll literally push past people without a care, while running through the halls to jump into your arms! better have your arms WIIIDE open for him!

i think floyd is a bit more considerate when squeezing you. he'll definitely squeeze you a lot (and much more than anybody else) because you’re his significant other, but he's more gentle. it's still tight, but not in a suffocating way. in a soft, warm and kind way. if you're fragile, he'll make sure to be VERY gentle. what a good boy!

if harm comes your way, expect him to bother you about it (in a loving way). he hates seeing you so down, especially because something happened. if a specific situation was because of a certain student however… they won’t be bothering you again. ^_^

i think floyd loves headpats. it makes him feel warm inside, and when you rub his head… he’s already ascending.

i’m also a firm believer that floyd loves to squish your cheeks, even if your cheeks aren’t that squishy. he’ll find a way to squish your face anyways. however, if you squish HIS cheeks, he’ll just let you! doesn’t mind at all. i’d say that floyd has a squishable face :)

likes to sneak you free things at mostro lounge. complimentary drink, maybe a small snack… and a coupon for 25% off a meal. you question if floyd is even allowed to do this, though he tells you not to worry.

if he’s in a bad mood and you’re just sitting there (perhaps on a couch or something similar), expect him to flop down onto your lap. laying his head on your lap and looking up at your face already makes him feel much better (bonus points if you start playing with his hair)!

overall, floyd is a very loveable person. just be patient with him and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

— due to be edited at anytime —

#writing!🍤 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd #floyd leech #twst floyd leech #twst floyd #twst fluff #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x you #floyd leech x y/n #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twst wonderland #disney twst #scrib.bles🫧

[rosary-pearls]

Wyll NSFW Thoughts/Headcanons Part 2

These are a little more specific than the previous ones so hopefully you all enjoy these as well

These are mostly top/dom focused & gender neutral (18+ Obvi)

•Wyll is a dancer and a fighter so he has excellent control over his body. The roll of his hips are precise & intentional; always seeking to draw out the most pleasure for both of you. Only gets sloppy when he's about to come or has been overstimulated •Wyll's default is to be gentle & doting with you, but he'll handle you however you like to be handled. You wish to be treated gently? His touch will feel akin to a rose petal. You wish for something rougher? He’ll pin you down, spank, and maybe even choke you as much as you'd like. He just wants you to feel good & enjoy your time together 

•Concerning rough sex, he has limits for what he's willing to do. He wouldn't be comfortable slapping you in the face, making you bleed, using tools for impact play, or anything overly humiliating. There is also a limit to how much strength he's willing to use if you want to be handled roughly - some bruises and hickies are fine, enticing even. But your body looking freshly beaten? A huge turnoff for him

•I can't imagine Wyll enjoying being on the receiving end of rough sex, I think he wants to feel loved. Be nice to him!!

•Definitely into wax/candle play. He loves seeing you tense as you anxiously wait for the hot wax to hit your skin. He’s particular about the wax color, he’ll choose something that compliments your skin tone so you look like a piece of art. He’d blindfold you for the full experience, and when he's ready to move on he'd remove the blindfold and drip one last time, telling you to watch how beautifully the wax melts and runs along the contours of your body. Yum 

•I know this is said all the time but PLEASE grab him by horns. Especially when he's going down on you - he loves it when you show him exactly what you want. When you're kissing, or being playful give them a peck, trace the grooves with your fingers. Remind Wyll they're just as loved as the rest of him, poor guy

•Praise this man - tell him he's making you feel good, tell him he's beautiful & sexy (he still gets self-conscious about his newfound fiend body), tell him you love and need him. During and not during sex

•Wyll can be a tease - because of his heroic & kindhearted nature I think ppl forget Wyll is a lil shit & instigator at times (complimentary)

•He’s never mean-spirited when he teases you, but he’ll get the faintest quirk of the lip, the slightest self-satisfied glaze in his eyes that tells you how amused he is. He never allows his teasing or denial to get to the point where it's humiliating for you - his purpose in doing these things is to make the reward all the sweeter, not an act of subjugation

•WYLL READS SMUT!!!!! And man does this play out in some fun ways. He talks about it in past tense sure, but once he gets to live the soft life again I bet he'd pick it back up. Especially since you, who is reading this, most likely read smut too

•100% down to read them together. He's good at reading aloud, his voice is smooth & he doesn't tend to make mistakes or fumble lines. It becomes a pleasant pastime in the evening, with you resting your head on his lap as he reads for the two of you

•If you read a particularly spicy scene he'd suggest you try & reenact it. aka this man is into roleplay (bard tavs rejoice)

•Yes he loves his rose petals on the bed and sensual baths, but he also enjoys being silly and goofy in bed. He attempts to do a voice for the part he’s playing & it sounds utterly ridiculous & you both break out into laughter and giggling while you're trying to kiss. He's got such a beautiful grin how could you not melt? The silliness just brings you closer & makes the sex all the more special 

•Cockwarming? Cockwarming. Loves just staying inside you to feel close while holding you from behind. Might ask you to read from one of your dirty books out loud while he fondles you, letting you feel his cock gradually harden and lengthen in you. Also likes doing it after he’s come inside you 

•More naughty reading stuff because I love this concept for him. He'd have you read your book aloud while he gently fucks you & wouldn’t let you come until you finish x amount of pages. If you stop, he stops - might even pull out. If you're incoherent, he goes excruciatingly slow until you can enunciate properly

Let me know what you think! Or if any of them should be a fic of their own

#bg3 smut #bg3 wyll #wyll smut #nsft #wyll x reader #Wyll x tav #Wyll worship #prayer.list

[petrichor-idyllic]

hey!! i love ur work. could u do hcs for the boys fighting for the readers attention?? 🫶🫶

Of course I can.

Pronouns weren't specified so gender-neutral reader.

GIVE ME ATTENTION

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender-neutral! Reader x Glader boys.

You're the most popular Glader around, and it seems like all the boys have a thing for you, so, how would they get your attention?

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, dumb teenage boys, possessiveness and other slightly problematic themes (I don't condone but it's fiction).

THOMAS

Considering that Thomas moves at a million miles an hour and has Teresa (*cough* and Newt *cough*) as potential love interest(s), I don't think Thomas would actually fight for anyone's attention.

I know, I know, that defeats the point of the prompt.

But, if anything, especially in the books, Thomas is kind of actively trying to avoid attention.

And failing monumentally.

So, I think if he'd want your attention, he'd seek it out in private.

He wouldn't be the type to chase you around the Glade, pining for your attention.

He'd wait until there'd be a moment alone.

Maybe when you're enjoying your own company, chilling after a long day's work, Thomas would approach you.

And he'd get your attention that way.

In an intimate, one-on-one way.

Just simple conversation getting to know one another and some light, and kinda awkward flirting.

Which I guess is a good (and healthy) way to get someone's attention.

Good job, Thomas.

NEWT

Maybe it's because there isn't much romance in the series, but I can't see Newt fighting for attention in the traditional sense either.

He's the second in command and has enough on his plate.

I can, however, see him going out of his way to offer you more guidance.

Or he'd act nicer to you and let you get away with more stuff.

He'd probably give you gifts and convince Frypan to give you more food.

He'd basically use his influence over the Glade to give you an easier time.

It'd be subtle.

And you might not even realise he'd been doing it until you'd ask Minho or somebody and it'd get spilled.

That's probably when you'd develop an actual relationship.

MINHO

Now, unlike the previous boys, Minho absolutely would be the stereotype of dumb, slightly overly-cocky teenage boy trying to get his crushes attention.

He'd flex around you.

He'd crack more jokes than usual around you.

He'd also try and act cooler around you at the same time.

You'd "bump" into him at random occasions.

He'd tease and poke fun at the other Gladers to make himself seem better.

Though that being said, he would not be good at flirting.

It'd be the kind of cheesy flirting that would leave you rolling your eyes and having to stop yourself from laughing.

Though, if you'd ever flirt back, he'd lose his cool and be turned into a stuttering, flustered mess.

Not such a cool guy after all, huh?

GALLY

Gally would be a problem.

More of a problem than usual.

He'd get in fights and insult people in front of you to try and make himself seem seem tougher and more "manly".

Not attractive and definitely not healthy.

You'd often grace his presence and then someone else would end up bruised and bloody.

Alby hates you.

Even though you've done nothing wrong.

He'd also try extra hard at work around you.

Lifting heavier things, barking more orders and pushing himself to his building limits.

"Oh no, it's too hot doing all this manual labour- better take my shirt off" typa energy.

Definitely more of a physical attention seeker.

Though, I think that'd probably scare you off more than anything.

Or maybe not.

I don't know what you're into.

FRYPAN

You'd be well-fed, to say the least.

Fry would get your attention in a similar way to Newt.

By providing you with food and anything you need.

Though, he'd be more open and complimentary.

Despite popular belief, he'd probably be the best out of the boys when it'd come to flirting and making you notice him.

He's not shy, but he's not an idiot who succumbs to his emotions and starts acting really different because he has a crush.

He'd ask you what you'd want to eat.

You'd accidentally end up picking the meals for the Glade everyday.

People would start asking you to get Fry to make their favourite foods.

Like Gally, he'd put far more effort into his work.

But in a healthier way with less violence.

Definitely a sweetheart, and no threat.

Thank God.

ALBY

He simply would not.

Not even Movie! Alby.

Sorry.

Ahhh I'm back.

This definitely isn't my best work but I'm also working on part 2 for "on my own"- which is a lot of hard work because I have to actually follow the plot lmao.

Anyway, I hope you liked these dumb lil headcanons :))

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #tmr imagines #newt the maze runner #the maze runner #thomas the maze runner #tmr gally #alby maze runner

[actualbird]

marius wears nail polish much to the chagrin of the stuffy old suit types on the board of directors yes or yes

ABSOLUTELY YES!!! marius von fashionable, marius von camp, marius von gender!!!!

marius and his personal-self-expression-outside-of-what-is-considered-the-"norm" is very important to me and very important to his entire chracter and also he'd just look so good. he's already still wearing his piercings when hes at work, whats some nail polish?

marius: //rocking up to board meeting #28374284 (derogatory) with black nail polish

old board member Man: //squints, frowning

marius: heh

black is the first that came to my mind for him since it's simple yet still Such a visual statement since it stands out from more neutral colors. but i also think he'd like glittery nail polishes (purple glitter and his SSR Fabulous Feast suit, think about it, are u seeing my vision) and OH OHHHH HOLOGRAPHIC NAIL POLISH TOO!!!

it can be an nxx team bonding bit too. marius walks into nxx meeting #23842847 (complimentary) and mc practically FAWNS over the nail polish hes wearing, asking where he got it, does he have any recommendations, can he do her nails please she has Such a hard time with it because her hands get shaky when shes applying using her non-dominant hand

the rest of the boys: ....

marius: aww, are you guys feeling left out?

mc: yknow, vyn, i think you'd look great with clear glitter nail polish. ooOOOOHHH OR GOLD, WAIT NO YEAH, TOTALLY GOLD

marius: hm yeah youve got a point, gold for vyn, something clear and subtle for artem, and luke //squints at him. cant figure you out yet

mc: //also now squinting at luke. hm, me neither....

luke: is that good or bad?

mc: we can just test out whatever kinds marius has and see which suits you or which you like!!

and thats how the nxx team ends up unintentionally hurtling towards a nail polish themed hangout

#tears of themis #diagnosing marius with nail polish lover #asks #anon #funfact: im super into nail polish!!!! i havent had the Time to wear any and i usually default to black but back in college i had #SO MANY TYPES OF NAIL POLISH....THE GLITTERS WERE MY FAVE

[ardent-fox]

Galladads Headcanon

This was written as the result of the wonderful and talented Jessie (@metalheadmickey) leaving their complimentary tags on my last Galladrabble. Thanks for all the support, love! 🖤

Let me preface this by saying I've never posted one of these before, so I hope I possess the logical skills required to write a sensical one. Also, warning: major OC dabbling and sappiness ahead.

I've got many different headcanons regarding Ian and Mickey possibly having children, ranging from them never having them cause Mickey decides he really doesn't want them (which I think is a perfectly valid option), to them somehow managing to foster/adopt kids, to them finding a way of having biological children. Since the idea of their DNA being passed on is the most interesting option in my opinion, I started thinking about what that would entail and quickly got swept up in it, as it so often happens to me.

So, once they decide they are ready to have kids and that they'd like to ideally have two half-siblings, they set out on a search for a surrogate with the idea of each of them providing a sample when their time comes. Mickey thinks Ian should do it the first time around, still a bit apprehensive and wanting to see how the whole thing pans out before he does the same, and Ian is more than eager to do so. They end up having a gorgeous red-headed baby girl, and after they find out they can rock the parenting thing, she's joined by her dark-haired, blue-eyed sister three years later.

They give them gender-neutral names (haven't spent a lot of time on this particular detail but let's call the older one Laurie and the younger one Sasha, since both names relate to Mickey) and raise them in a completely open and honest way, lots of affection and encouraging them to be their own people, express themselves any and every way they like. Little did they know that their daughters would grow up to be two completely different, yet equally awesome people.

Laurie proves to be very gentle-mannered from day one, a sensitive soul that likes books and lives more inside her head than in the real world. Like Ian, she has a great desire to take care of people and is a very passionate person underneath it all, which pushes her past her own insecurities and has her joining things like the debate team when she gets older, as well as sports teams to release any pent-up frustrations she might not have dealt with, exploring herself further through her interests. She's often unaware of how capable she is and can be very self-critical, which is something her dads pick up on very early and try to give her extra support in that area. Besides them, she is the closest to her uncle Liam, which she sees more as a cousin since he is 12 years older than her, and often goes to him for advice. Like Liam, she ends up being the first in her family to graduate high school and finish college, making them the only two Gallaghers who have accomplished this. She's also the only heterosexual member of her family and ends up meeting a guy that Ian and Mickey are skeptical about at first, knowing how loving and eager to please she is and hoping this dude respects her. They give the guy a hard time at first, but he turns out to be a good person, and Laurie ultimately ends up in a happy marriage, working in the education system and having kids of her own, making Ian and Mickey grandparents.

Sasha is the complete opposite, a wild-card with a heart of gold. She doesn't care about school that much and is incredibly creative and outspoken with no middle ground, either drawing and creating things or running around like the hyper kid she is. Even though she is incredibly bright, her high IQ makes her bored with things quite easily, and her dads have to actively work with her to make sure she finishes her tasks and keeps certain goals in mind. Throughout her life, she has never fully seen herself as a girl and ends up connecting with cousin Franny the most because of this, who is 10 years her senior and ultimately comes out as trans. As Sasha grows older, she starts exploring androgyny and ultimately figures out that she is gender-fluid, adopting they/them pronouns and also coming out as pansexual, happy to come from a family that supports all that they are. Like Mickey, they also have a passion for tattoos as well as piercings and end up getting a job at one of the shops fresh out of high school, eventually moving out of the family home and happily living their life however the fuck they want. Despite their different demeanor, Laurie and Sasha remain close well into adulthood, balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses quite well, their conflicts not ranging further than the typical teenage drama.

Throughout their lives, the kids share some interests with their dads as well. They all like rock/punk/heavy metal music, along with some evergreens that Ian likes to play and the occasional kids' pop bop. As a result, they frequently go to concerts together as a family, and are constantly walking around the house in matching band shirts due to this, Lip often joking that they're in a cult when he comes over. Speaking of Lip and matching outfits, when the kids were little, Ian and Tami always made sure to color coordinate their outfits and snap a few photos of Laurie and Sasha with their cousins in early December, then send it to Fiona as a Christmas card when they knew she wouldn't be able to make it to them from Florida for the holidays. Even though Laurie and Sasha grow up with a lot of aunts and uncles who love them dearly, their favorite by far is aunt Mandy, who absolutely adores them and either spoils them with the best gifts when she visits, or takes them on lavish week-long trips whenever their schedules coordinate, giving Ian and Mickey some much needed alone time.

Despite all the challenges that parenting brings, having children turns out to be the right decision for Ian and Mickey, and they inevitably learn a lot about themselves and grow as people in the process. They vow to give their kids everything they lacked in their own childhood from the very start, often wondering how they themselves would have turned out if they had parents who brought out their full potential, but figuring they're both doing okay in spite of that. Mickey ends up especially surprised at how well he handles the role of a dad, finding a sense of safety in the familial dynamic he never had, enveloped in the love he now gets to revel in from not one, but three people. As their kids grow and begin to better understand their parents, they return the care right back to them, Laurie encouraging both Ian and Mickey to get their GEDs and Sasha giving Mickey that extra shove to get the piercings he always wanted, reminding them that self-improvement and self-expression never ends, much like their love for one another.

That's all I got for now, I hope you enjoyed this little sap-fest! 😅💙

#listen. i know that mickey was technically a dad once already even though we don't know for sure if yev was his #i can see him possibly having a relationship with him after he gets therapy as i assume yev's existence might be traumatic for mickey #don't think he would necessarily mind yev reaching out to him later and ian would jump at the chance of having a relationship with him #also adoption or not i always see these two (starting out) with daughters and i don't really know why #maybe because mickey would want his new life to be the complete opposite of his old one? maybe cause they fit them better? idk #but dabbling in oc territory for this was a lot of fun and something i might consider in the future #anyway welcome to my first headcanon #which my spouse is probably relieved i'm writing here instead of talking his ears off with them #so posting them here is at least benefiting one person 🙃 #gallavich #headcanon #gallavich headcanon #galladads #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #original characters #ocs #shameless

[st-just]

IIRC you were posting some pretty artwork and I followed for that. Now you're some cool guy (gender neutral) I've been following for a while that tends to have good takes and posts a lot about things I don't understand (complimentary).

re:

<3

#thank you! #reply #anon

[faerociousbeast]

this guy who was like. a goat cenataur thing idk how to describe it showed up too and was really impressed that amity was a mean girl. also they went to edas house and then raine opened the door and my dad said something like "damnnnn what a serpentress" in a like. complimentary way? he would never say something like that btw but in the dream i couldnt think of a gender neutral way to say it so i just told him to "Hey. dont call them that."

[republictrooper]

TOMORROW AND TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

Didnt get a chance to watch Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow until tonight for various reasons, so pardon my late review!

Anyway, for the 2nd week in a row we get that most classic of Trekisms - a really flimsy metaphor for something presented in a way that's kind of insulting if you think about for more than a minute, but this time, also wrapped in some absolutely top tier character torture porn (complimentary)!

Like, the metaphors get a bit tiring and insulting, but... it's nice to have a Star Trek that's doing them again in a way we havent seen since DS9 and Voyager.

Anyway, Viewing Notes:

Who kept my sweet sweet spock from playing the music of his soul? WHO ARE THEY I JUST WANT TO TALK

(also damn starfleet couldnt spring for the noise dampening walls?)

Poor M'Benga. You tried ;_;

"You don't have to bear this alone" OH DOESN'T SHE?????????????

Kinda funny (as in sad funny) M'Benga said that too, since I think he STILL hasn't been able to reveal that he was smuggling Rukiya for years, even if Una eventually found out and agreed to keep his secret.

NGL, Exasperated Kirk in the Alleyway kinda had me laughing a bit. To say nothing of the clothing scene. And the Chess Scene. And the Hot Dog scene. As much as I didnt want to like La'an/Kirk, this is a pretty classic screwball romance setup and I am a SUCKER for those. So. Fine. You got me. I kinda sorta ship it.

Oooo, so THAT'S why this Kirk says he's from Space. Oof. There's a kicker.

I gotta say, New Kirk is making a believer out of me. He's not Shatner at all, which I think he doesn't need to be, but even in this "Earth is kinda Xenophobic" AU, he has that kind of quiet confidence and latent nerdiness of classic TOS Kirk. He's got the sassiness (That little one of us has got to change look he gave to Laan and the Heck yeah I'll just hustle people at chess for money thing) combined with the chivalry (Immediately changing so La'an can have her preferred outfit, charming the people he vanquished at chess with a handshake and a smile) that really works for me.

"Get to the Bridge" oh my gosh SNEAKY AS THE DICKENS.

Pelia remains an absolute delight in every appearance. I kinda love how she just... wasnt a great engineer though? Why would she be? She's immortal, but she's also just a person trying to survive, and she has hundreds of years to live! We need more Immortals who are just this guy (gender neutral), to be honest. Why would she have kept up on engineering stuff for a few hundred years? That would probably get boring! Hell, maybe that's why Scotty replaces her, she gets bored of engineering and decides to try something else! It makes perfect since she didnt learn it yet!

Aaaaand now we get the part I'm not sure I like: What if you went back in time to Defend Baby Hitler from the people who came back in time to kill him, because if you didnt, the future would be worse? Also it's implied Baby Hitler is being, if not actively tortured, at least definitely imprisoned against his will and separated from his friends and family.

I mean... Listen, I get Khan is fictional, as are the eugenics wars, but the metaphor is... I dunno man, the comparison is there and it's kind of iffy, and I while I understand how it kind of adds more dimensions to La'an's struggle with her ancestry, the whole "Millions of people have to suffer and die because thats the way the timeline has to be" sticks in my craw. It'd be like if Past Tense made the twist that the DS9 crew had to kill Gabriel Bell instead of impersonating him at the right moments. I just don't think this was the right story to tell.

I think I can kinda deal with it because you know, this is Star Trek. But gosh, this will not replace Past Tense as my favorite Star Trek time travel story any time soon, no matter how charming Alternate Kirk was.

Sera's rant about the timeline is interesting. One one hand, the clever little "Timeline reasserting itself" to explain plot holes like that Time Voyager travelled back to the 90s and there was no sign of Eugenics Wars was kinda fun, but on the other hand, it smacks of the same kind of overexplaining I disliked with having M'Benga introduce Spock to the harp. Sometimes its enough that Spock plays the Harp! Sometimes its enough that when a single universe lasts for half a century and is written by hundreds of people over multiple series and mediums, little continuity errors slip in!

(nitpick time: You're telling me she cant at least talk to Pelia about this? If they "fixed" things and this is her timeline Pelia should remember her, right? Hell, they outright implied La'an's visit was the reason she became an engineer in the first place! Maybe she mentioned the bunker in Vermont specifically so La'an would know to go meet her there whenever the time travel happened, and threw in the "That painting is a Fake" because she remembered talking about it with La'an! TALK TO PELIA, LA'AN!). I suppose the idea might be that Pelia doesn't know exactly why La'an was in the past and cant be allowed to know more, but. Ugh.

Cuz like, listen, I know the dramatic weight requires La'an not to talk to anyone, but like. The Temporal police dont employ any counselors? If they're saving Mass Murderers from assassination on the reg, La'an can't be the first temporal agent to have mental health issues over that, even as a temporary recruit pressganged into service to save her own ancestor. And it's not like Pike could change anything if she told him, that stuff happened IN THE PAST!

BASICALLY LA'AN IS SUFFERING AND SHE DESERVES SOME COMFORT COME ON I EXPECT BETTER FROM STARFLEET EVEN THE DUMBASS SECRETIVE TIME POLICE DIVISION

Like gosh, that lady was ice cold i think even if Alt!Kirk had survived and hopped a ride over on that little device she would have killed him just to preserve the timeline or some shit.

I dunno. Time travel stuff. Ugh.

Anyway, OK Episode, I loved alternate Kirk, loved La'an and Kirk's shenanigans in modern Toronto/Vermont before things got real, kinda shipped La'an/Kirk in spite of myself, and the temporal intrigue was... intriguing, but "Let's Save Baby Hitler" left a sour taste in my mouth. On to the next Ep!

#star trek #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #spoilers #tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

[lotsoffandomstoimagine]

can you do a revali x reader where the reader is oblivious to his attempts at asking the reader out? can you make the character gender neutral, please?

No problem! Love a bird boy

small note, i always try to make the reader gender neutral, especially if the ask doesn’t specify. sometimes i’ll make them gender neutral anyway because i dont typically use the reader’s pronouns in my work :)

Warnings: None!

He’d be so confused omg

First, he needs to get over his ego and realize that you’re really fun to hang out with and, yeah, he would like to hang out with you more

Then he realizes that he kind of reaaaalllyy likes you

This was 3 months ago. He started trying to ask you out last week </3

He doesn’t get why you don’t understand?? Like he’s complimenting you and everything??

...baby you used 3 different adjectives and none of them were remotely complimentary,,,, also they’re half asleep. it’s 1AM what did you expect

He doesn’t want to say it bluntly, he’s afraid of your rejection

Your best bet is probably asking him out, and yes, he will rub it in your face that “You were so smitten with me, you simply couldn’t resist the opportunity to ask me out on a date!” like,,, shut up chicken you were whipped first

BUT let’s say that one day.. you guys.. were on a mission perhaps? A life or death situation, if you will

And afterwards, he has this “oh crap” moment where he realizes he was so close to losing you

He goes to wherever you are at the moment (probably nearby) and just,,, rests his forehead on your shoulder

It’s almost like a silent confession about time he shut up

Afterwards, things were obviously different for the both of you, but no one ever said anything

He was slightly nicer to you, and complimented you more, offered to help you out instead of taking the opportunity to diss Link, he’s actually standing close enough to brush your shoulders together

It really does get to the point where you have to ask him “What are we...😳”

“What do you mean?” “Like.. are we dating? Are we a thing?” “....” “You’ve been nicer to me, you haven’t insulted Link this week because you were helping me at the stable.” “....” “That’s fan behavior, Revali.” “What?”

He eventually admits that you guys are a thing, he’s just a little tongue twisted.

#botw #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #botw imagines #botw x reader #revali x reader #revali #revali imagines #fluff

[qvid-pro-qvo]

Whoops sorry with Hotch please!

“it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyway.”/”and even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – i’m always going to be here for you.”

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader. @crazyshannonigans asked me to tag her, so this is also for you, my love. 

word count: 1568

rating: teen, for unrequited feelings that lay dormant as long as you force them to (tw: for mentioned hospitalization, mentions of canon-typical violence).

-

You sit across from him. It’s a spot you settle into often, one that almost seems to have your name on it. He’s not watching you, his eyes on his papers, but you find yourself watching him, lower lip caught in your teeth.

You touch your foot to his leg. A gentle nudge, and he looks up at you from the case files. The flight there, photos are strewn about, passed around from agent to agent to analyst to agent. Rides back each is in its proper place. You watch his finger trace along the edge of one of them, paperclipped to another job well done, and smile as he quirks his lips at you.  

“Take a break,” you say. It’s for naught, you know, but you always try. “We did good out there. Give your brain a rest.”

“When we land,” he assures you.

You nudge him again. Your shoes are off, at the base of your chair, so it’s a socked toe that pressing against his calf. “Hotch. A break. We deserve it.”

You deserve it, you think, watching as his finger traces the edge of papers again.

The rest of the plane is in various states of consciousness, focus. Reid and Blake are dozing, leaning against each other on the other side of the aisle. Rossi is across from them, and you can see he’s jotting down some notes – another book, perhaps on the horizon. JJ is on the phone with Garcia, and Morgan keeps letting out little chuckles as they talk.

It’s easy. Simple. When the cases end well, you have to savor these moments. You suppose, that’s what you’re urging Hotch to do. Enjoy the good, the wins, while he can. You want him to be able to lean back in his seat and realize what he does, what he always does, is so good and worthy of a little respite.  

He doesn’t say anything more. Just looks at you, measured. Lifts his chin a little, and takes his own moment to glance around the plane.

You don’t miss the way his eyes soften at the sound of gentle laughter. Of Rossi’s scribbling. Of Reid’s steady breathing, Blake minutely adjusting her head so it can rest on top of his.

“Maybe later,” he murmurs. And all you can do is nod. Relent.

Okay. Maybe later.

-

The complimentary coffee is acrid, burns your throat, but you keep sipping. What else can you do at 2:30 in the morning? The hotel lobby is barren, your only companion the night shift clerk behind the desk and the TV that’s playing on silent. Every so often your eyes meet, and he always nods, giving you a small smile that you return. And every so often, you sip your coffee, the vile taste washing away the night’s dreams that woke you up in the first place.

It’s decaf. You think it is, anyway.

You have a plan. Of course you do. You’ll linger for another hour or so, let the adrenaline settle before going back upstairs. You’ll attempt to sleep, but the blinds will stay open so that when the dawn comes you rise with it. You’ll kill time with a shower, another cup of shitty coffee, and come downstairs with bags under your eyes that no one will ask about. Because it’s the end of a week on this case, and they’re all feeling it, too.

Enter Aaron Hotchner.

Perhaps he has the same plan as you. The lobby as a place for refuge. You almost feel bad for getting there first, and when your eyes meet his you simply lift up your cup of coffee as a greeting.

At first you think he straightens. Pulls his shoulders back so he can look the perfect unit chief. But it’s you. And he knows that. So, when he sits across from you, the too big chairs with not enough cushion catching him, he lets the act fall. Just a little. Just enough.

You have a plan. You know you do. But seeing him across from you, a little defeated, a lot exhausted, as you reaching out with your toes. Nudging him.

One eye open, peeking at you. You manage a little smile before offering the cup of coffee over, the contents still ripping hot even in the Styrofoam.

“Want some?”

“Decaf?”

You nod, and he sits up, reaching for it. You spend a few minutes, just passing the cup back and forth, the both of managing to wince every time you taste it. It truly is bad coffee, but the company makes it better, the silence comfortable as you watch a basketball game from a decade ago play out.

Every so often you glance over at him. When the coffee’s gone and the game nears its finish. And he glances back, leaning back

“I had a plan,” you admit, as the two of you wander back toward the elevators. He looks up at you, raising a brow, and you’re quick to reassure him. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway, so it wouldn’t have worked out. Just. Somehow I feel more rested now than I would if I had tried to sleep in the first place.”

That’s the moment you both have to pause, think about why three hours of sitting and sipping cooling coffee feels so… noteworthy. “So do I,” Hotch tells you. And he shoots you a little smile, ducking his head. “Goodnight.”  

“Night, Hotch.”

The moments in that hotel lobby leave your heart full. Leave you looking over your shoulder, watching him make his way to the end of the hall. But, the sun is almost up. The rest of the team will be waking, and these moments should be just for you.t

You think about calling out to him. Of – god, of saying something, anything. He meets your eyes. As he pulls out the key card to his room, pushes in.

It’s okay. Maybe later.

-

Aaron Hotchner collapses, and your heart hasn’t stopped pounding.

It seems to happen in slow motion. He hits the ground, can’t stop himself at all, and you’re rushing to his side with Morgan and Rossi and praying that he’s alive. You watch as they take him away, you watch as Rossi pushes you guys forward, and the whole time you can’t stop gripping the armrest of your chair on that damn flight to nowhere.

The case goes on. The case has to go on. You’re on a plane, however many miles away, and Hotch is bleeding internally in a hospital on the other side of the country.

The bastard.

You haven’t been able to unclench your jaw, and it doesn’t help that this case makes your soul ache. You watch a girl get caught in her father’s deterioration, watch JJ talk him down before he gets dragged away. It doesn’t end how it could, but you watch a young girl get pulled apart and wonder if she’ll ever get put back together.

And then you get the call.

“He’s awake,” Garcia tells you. Tells the team. There are collective sighs of relief, collective moments of peace.

And then it hits. You feel the urge. The need. To be there. To be beside him.

It claws at you, grabs at you, and you know you won’t mind the silence if he’s asleep. It clings to you, lingers in your mind, and all you can think about is reaching out to him. Urging him once more.

Take a break. Take a moment. A breather, god, please, Hotch.

But you can’t. You know you can’t. It’s the punishment, you guess. For not telling him at the hotel. It’s the feeling of sitting beside him while the rest of the team watches on, of looking at him look at all of you and meeting your eyes. Of quirking his lips and reaching for the water you offer him. You can’t press your toes to his leg, but you can rest your hand on his arm, squeeze it and smile and tell him to get better soon. That’s all it is, all it can be, and yet your eyes scan him and your heart urges you.

Say something.

But you can’t.

The team is there. Jess and Jack are there, Beth is coming and she’ll be there soon, and you just. You swallow down what you want to say because it’s easier. Simpler.

And at home, in your bed, when the team clears out so his family can be the ones beside him, you close your eyes. You imagine something better, something brighter, something braver.

Do you call him? Do you tell him? Do you put him on speaker with your nail caught between your teeth? Do you pour out your soul and tell him what he means to you?

“I see you and I think of quiet moments on the jet. I see you and I laugh at time spent in hotel lobbies. I think about the way you look at me, and I can’t help but wonder what it means. You collapse on the ground and my earth is off its axis. And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’m always going to be here for you because those moments keep me going. Let me be there for you, Aaron.”

Your eyes open. You take a breath.

No. You don’t. Not now. Not yet.

Maybe later. 

(Maybe never.)

#prompt fill #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #gender neutral reader #criminal minds #my fic #tw hospitals #unrequited love

[oingo233]

Rapture is a Boy (2)

Summary: Remus and you have always had a playful, loving relationship but his behavior around the full moon leads you to assume the worst. A huge fight ends with the two of you heartbroken. Will Remus reveal the truth behind his behavior?  And will you still love him afterwards or has he truly lost you forever?

Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warning: brief talk of weight (as someone who is overweight I would never write anything or imply that being overweight is a bad thing, I know society deems it as less beautiful but the truth is that we are so beautiful, every single one of us despite our weight/size or appearance, we just have a different journey to self-love than those who are conventionally pretty, a much harder path to confidence no doubt, but let me remind you that you are breath taking because most to all of beauty is the uniqueness that one has), some angst sprinkled into this one, get ready for loads of it later, bitches like em’ sad, it’s me, I’m bitches.  Also, there are some cuss words, nothing too bad though. Self-doubt, cheating is mentioned.

Authors note: I try to keep my writing(self inserts) gender, body type, ethnicity and house neutral/not specified.  If I ever slip up please let me know so that I can change it. Remus’s/3rd POV is italicized, it switches back and forth briefly to better show the relationship and luv. Shit will go down in the next chapter, enjoy the little amounts of fluff and joy in this one while it lasts mwhahaha!

Word Count: 2k

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

                                                      Part Two

                                      **** Chocolate Pudding ****

I was distracted in class for the second time this month, all because of Remus Lupin.  He plagued my mind, and now Lucy accompanies him even in my thoughts. I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions, and I almost never do.  But Lily saying I should talk to him, and Lucy running off to comfort Remus when it should have been me, pushed me into a full spring leap. And the conclusion I leapt to was a heartbreaking one, but with all the confidence of the world I believed it.  It’s the only thing that makes sense with what I know now.  He’s cheating on me.

He told me earlier today, he will be studying in the library with the rest of the marauders before dinner. I will meet and talk to him there, I decided, wringing my fingers and then wiping the sweat off on my robes. Because although yes, I do think he could be cheating on me, I know Remus is a great person.  Great people don’t cheat, right?

“Lily, you don’t think he’s cheating do you?” I blurted out, whispering it softly to her through her blockade of dark red hair.  She turned to me flabbergasted, her mouth agape to me.

“No,” She says definitely.  “Remus is not that person...” There is a silence as I nod blankly at her, I know she is being truthful but she wants to say more. I tug on her robe sleeves, I need to hear what she wants to say but can’t bring myself to ask aloud.  What if I don’t like the answer?

“But I think, that ya should talk to him about it.  He seems off, no?  Maybe it isn’t Lucy at all.  You’re jumping to conclusions.” She gives me a pointed look and I nod now in both acceptance and thanks.

“You’re right.  I’m being a git.”  We both laugh, my mind now eased slightly. We continue to talk amongst ourselves here n there throughout the class. I mentioned James once and she glares at me, but I smile and say,

“Gee Lily, your hair looks awfully bright with that complimentary blush of yours.” She nearly shoves me off my stool. Spending alone time with Lily (despite the large group of students around us) was refreshing, I felt a lot lighter.  But the thought of this up coming confrontation with the love of my life once again settled above me like a dark cloud.

It was the last period and it ended minutes ago, I am now making my way up to the library. To Remus. The doors were heavy but glided over the floor as I opened them, the room smelt of old books and dusty pages. I inhaled deeply and smiled to myself, it smells slightly like Remus. Speaking of, his laughter rings out and without a second to waste, Peter, Remus, Sirius and James are shushed aggressively.  

I turn around the corner to finally meet them and they’re huddled over some large piece of parchment. Giggling and whispering to themselves, heads nearly clinking together.  I clear my throat as so not to intrude. Remus quickly turns to me, his eyes wide in surprise before he stands and hugs me, enclosing my head in his chest.

“(y/n), what a lovely surprise. How was class?” I muffled a hello into his sweater, and can hear shuffling around, from the boys and only when the sound ceased did Remus let go of me.  He rubbed his hands down my arms, and smiled warmly down at me.  Before I could answer James leans his head in his hand, breathing heavy, he turns to me. 

“How’s Lils?  Ya have that class with her, right?”  I roll my eyes and sit down beside them, Remus stands behind me. The paper is gone but I pay it no mind.

“Yes,” I chuckle to myself, remembering her blush at just the mention of his name.  “She’s doing quite well actually.  And you boys?  Any mischievous plans stuffed up your sleeves?  20, maybe?” They all look at one another and shrug, Peter shook his head yes. Sirius hit his arm and shook his head no, dramatically until Peter followed along. Then the two turn to me and I laugh, not pushing the obvious truth of a scheme from them. They’re sly when they want to be, so this was a definite bashful action. Cheeky.

“Hey love, we’ll meet you down at dinner yeah?” My heart sank for the 2nd, no 3rd time that day.  When did Remus get so dismissive? The boys stared up at him a little, mouths agape before they turned to me with soft smiles.  

“We’ll miss you dearly until then,” Sirius adds, once again in high spirits.

“Yes, and don’t eat all the pudding in spite.” Peter makes sure to add after last time I did such a thing.  It was Peters favorite and he once said I looked bigger when I returned at the train station for the beginning of the year, after the summer of puberty, when really he was just awkwardly talking about how I grew taller and more into myself, good bigger, he thought.  But, like anyone with ears I assumed he was calling me fat (fat and all shapes and sizes is beautiful and worthy of love and appreciation, but when someone, such as Peter, implies such a thing to another, in such a way, they could only mean it harmfully so of course I was not going to let that shite slide), so that night I shoveled in all the chocolate pudding before he could get even one bite.  

Remus was laughing hysterically with the other boys, as I smirked a blob of pudding fell out between my lips, and Peter looked like he was going to cry.  I remember Remus pulled me aside that night to clear up the misunderstanding.  He awkwardly confessed it was about my surprising change in appearance, and that I actually look very beautiful.  We snogged later that year and the rest is history. (Though the romantic build up was a lot more romantic than just snogging, Remus can be a romantic kind of guy, now was not once of those moments.)

I turn to him.

“Okay. See you then!” I fake the cheeriness in my voice and hope my breath isn’t too shaky as I go and kiss Remus’s cheek.  He kisses the very edge of my lips distractedly as I pull away, far from our usual goodbye kisses. I make my way out of the library before stopping in my tracks to yell something over my shoulder.

“The pudding is yours Peter, though it’ll look more appetizing each time you bring that night up,” I expected laughter, or for Peter to say something, anything in response but instead there is silence. I turn around to see the large parchment out again, and the boys huddled over it animatedly.  

Thoroughly aggravated, I huff my way down to the dorm and rant to Lily about it all. Then she suggests both the best and the worst idea we, as intellectual, well-put together (well we like to think so) people, have had all day.

“Well, maybe we could throw a little party?  Lift your spirits a wee bit, huh love?” Lily suggest, after the fifth time I explain the library scene and how rejected it made me feel.  Remus did not want my company, he sat behind my chair and waited until he could ‘politely’ tell me to go, after ignoring me half the day since the incident with Snape.

“And,” she continues, twiddling her thumbs anxiously. “it can be like an impromptu date for Remus and you, if he comes, because of course we’ll invite him-”

“And James,” I smirk, she glares at the way I rudely cut her off but I think she did it more so because of the blush that arose to her cheeks.

“er, sure.  But as I was saying, it could be good for you too. I know he hasn’t been spending much time with you lately and everything.”  She glances over at a giggling Lucy adorned in red and gold. I scoff bitterly.

“Yeah we haven’t.  But ya know what, it’s nothing new innit.  He always gets like this.” I stab my dinner with a fork and hear a chuckle coming up from behind me. Peter glances over my shoulder at the chocolate pudding bowl in front of me, seeing as it is still very much full he bows to me and kisses my cheek.

“Thank you, O’ so gracious one,” I can’t fight the laugh, though Remus may upset me, his friends are good blokes that always cheer me up, or at least try too.

The boys all pile in next to us, though it’s been a while since dinner started, they’re a bit late because of whatever they were doing in the library.

Remus saw you and his heart stopped you were, as always breath taking but tonight you looked off, you were stabbing your food with frustration, something must be wrong?  You always happily eat your meals, and your laughter is always the first he hears when he walks into the great hall. He watches as Peter makes you laugh, he feels a little off seeing you act this way with Peter. You, lately haven’t been as light hearted around him.  

He sits down next to you and is eager to apologize for his behavior earlier. He wanted to take the words back right after his comment.  As if he wasn’t feeling bad enough James and the boys ripped into him.

“Bloody hell mate, you might as well demanded she left.” The room was silent as all 4 of them nodded in agreement, Remus included.  He sat down and grumbled to himself as they pulled out the marauders map. The very reason he was eager for you to leave, he didn’t want you to see the latest secret of his. Another one of his reasons to be riddled with guilt, he felt so dishonest with you. And he’s been more and more moody with the full moon coming out tonight.

Tonight, as they made their way to the shrieking shack they were going to map it on the marauders map.  They were so close to finishing and Remus was eager to, between the map and his soon to be shift he’s had less time to spend with you.  Which means less time with your smile, and kisses, and hugs and laughter and bloody hell did he feel like we was going through withdrawal.  

But he feels, though the boys disagree, that he should keep his distance from you before full moons.  He gets too quite, and angry, and annoyed, he’d hate for you to see this side of him, and all his flaws, and leave him.  He wouldn’t survive the pain, he wanted to marry you one day.

“ello’ darling,” Remus whispers into my ear, kissing my cheek. James stares at us before looking lovingly at Lily, who is looking back with raised brows  As if to say ‘what now, potter’.

“ello’ darling,” James copies, leaning down to give Lily a kiss on her cheek but she pushes his shoulders back, nonetheless he pulls back with a smile.  

“Worth a shot, you’ll miss it one day Evans, once my heart has had enough and I become a reclusive slug,” He says matter-of-factly as he begins to pile food onto his plate.  

“I’d act quick Lily, he’s already beginning to look like one.” Sirius leans into to say, though his hair dangles in the pudding making Peter yelp.  Remus removes the pudding and adds some to Peters plate.

“You should thank him, grease adds flavor to everything.” Sirius gasps and turns to Remus with slitted eyes. The whole rest of us are laughing, and trying desperately to keep the volume at a minimum as Sirius runs his hand through his hair and tries to rub “the grease” over Remus face.

“If only grease could erase that smirk off your face, mate.  I’ll find a way,” Sirius grits as he wrestles Remus who is bumping slightly into me fighting him off.  He turns his head during the battle of a lifetime, and apologizes to me for the rough housing, though the look in his eyes seemed like he was sorry for much more. I was taken aback slightly, so I shrug with a loving smile.

Eventually we all finish our dinner and Lily invites the table to our party, all of Gryffindor table actually.  Many cheered and said they’d come and bring friends, some even declared to bring butterbeer by the jugfull.  But the Marauders just stared at us with a frown.

“We, uh, we can’t make it tonight.  Haven’t done enough studying for the exam. I can’t fail this one (y/n), you know that...” Peter trails off and I almost feel bad, maybe the party was a bad idea. The boys all nod along and Lily and I swallow our pride and doubts before telling them it was fine.

Lily holds my arm as we walk back.

“They’re just studying, nothing else to it.”  But we both saw the way Lucy stuck behind as well.

Taglist:

@crazylokonugget​     @beyondprincess​

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[slimy-vore-bog]

About my post of going into a very bad mood... I’m feeling 100% good again and I have all day! C: Like I said I knew the feeling would pass!

But, honestly, getting some appreciation on my stories over on AO3 boosted my mood so much! I got so happy! Like I said, I don’t think you guys (gender neutral in this context, because saying “you people” sounds rude) understand how much getting a few complimentary words helps! Like even just “I liked your newest story” would make my heart soar!

It’s clearly good writing! Everybody tells me that! Nobody has ever said “man, that story sucked sooo much.” People only ever tell me that my writing is good or great! Not... Amazing or anything, but at least it’s likeable!

So I should stop caring about all the small mistakes I make, because I’m a great writer and as long as the story is good the minor flaws and mixed up words doesn’t matter! Even properly published books and shows and movies have typos and spelling errors or continuity errors or do retcons! I’m not a failure for forgetting the layout of the owl house or forgetting that Luz’s camera/flashlight doesn’t work!

Anyways, this is all sorta unrelated, because the real issue is that my friend is gone for an indefinite amount of time... And I just really relied on him for both emotional support and thoughts on my stories... I guess I’ll have to go back to talking to my mom and dad only and figure out some other way to get comments on my stories.

But at least I can stop feeling like failure for my minor mistakes, because I’m a good writer! My stories are good! I’m just too dependent on other people’s opinions.

[mrvillainswife]

mush | amajiki tamaki x reader

a super, super, SUPER late fic a.k.a. part 2 of @denkis-kaminari‘s secret santa gift

summary: a drabbleverse of your relationship development with tamaki, from middle school to a rather unique confession of sorts over the phone a few years later

themes: high school au, friends-to-lovers, reader likes to make tamaki laugh… and blush :’-)

warnings & notes: there’s some crack in this, you can easily tell ahdsdjaklkal but other than that, please enjoy??? // also gender neutral!

(i.)

It was in homeroom that you learned that Amajiki Tamaki got into U.A. High School. The reason you knew about this was because of one Togata Mirio. 

Mirio was loud and big in everything he did and right now his big hand was patting Tamaki’s back, supposedly in reassurance that his decision to go to U.A. with him was a good one. But Tamaki was having second thoughts.

“Can I just return my letter of offer? I don’t want to go anymore; I want to go home,” Tamaki said.

“Ya can’t go now because we’re in school and I don’t think you’re the type to skip school, right? And you’ll be fine anyways! I mean, you did get one of the most-improved scores in the cohort.”

Being Mirio’s friend was both a blessing and a curse; a blessing because he was really good at getting people out of their shell and a curse because he was a little bit too optimistic sometimes.

Tamaki quietly sunk his head onto his desk and mumbled. “Ok,” he sighed. “If you say it will be fine then maybe it will be fine…”

It was not fine.

Lunchtime came around and Tamaki wanted to hurl (himself into the trash can). He felt like garbage and oddly enough, you were the one student to witness him like this. At first, you panicked. Mirio was nowhere to be found and usually he was the one who would be comforting Tamaki in a crisis like this. But this time around, there was only you and you had never really spoke one-on-one with the timid boy.

Fortunately, your nervousness was short-lived when you realised that Tamaki’s face was getting paler and paler. As cautiously as you could, you cleared your throat.

“Amajiki?” Tamaki was startled to say the least and when he looked up through his bangs to see your furrowed eyebrows and slight frown, he retreated further into his seat. 

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You gently asked. Tamaki could only nod, too shocked at the interaction to speak up. Though you didn’t expect him to respond immediately anyway.

You tried not to stare directly into his eyes, just in case you sent him into overdrive, and settled for unpacking your lunch as you spoke.

“Hey, um, are you okay, Amajiki?” You asked, gulping down a mouthful of food. Tamaki’s eyes locked onto yours and you were taken aback by the brief intensity of them. Just one look had made you a flustered mess already. 

“Uhh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, Amajiki,” you said quickly.

Tamaki looked down at his food and said something that you didn’t quite catch.

“Sorry, what was that?” You leaned a fraction closer and Tamaki gulped. 

“I’m fine, just tired,” he said softly. You leaned back into your chair and nodded.

“Ah don’t worry I understand. It’s a very tiring process, preparing for high school and all. But for you in particular, Amajiki,” you paused, sighing before you continued, “you must feel like a heavy burden has been placed on you to uphold the school’s reputation, right?”

Tamaki was puzzled about how you deduced that from the way his body seemed to curl into itself. His lip quivered as he struggled to find the right words to respond with while you tapped your chin and kept nodding to yourself.

“Mm, I think it’s okay to be nervous about things like this, Amajiki.”

Tamaki actually felt a little calmer now that you were sitting there casually talking with him.

“Ahh, about earlier, I-I’m better now,” he said. You simply smiled at him and continued eating in companionable silence. “Also, thank you for asking me if I’m ok.”

Tamaki sent you a small smile that made your heart quicken at the sudden movement.

“Amajiki…” you started.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you with a small smile.

“Um, you can call me Tamaki, if you’d like.”

Your face heated up at the sudden burst of confidence. Tamaki really didn’t know how much of an effect he had on you.

“Ahhh I don’t feel like I know you well enough to use your first name though,” you croaked. Tamaki looked back down, his shyness returning in full force.

“It’s okay, y-you can use it.” And when he looked back up again, it seemed as if you were radiating warmth from your entire being. 

(ii.)

Tamaki really loved heroes and he really loved talking about them with you because you would nod excitedly and listen for hours to everything he gushed about. It was rare to see Tamaki unabashedly talk without stuttering or slipping one bit and you were glad to be one of the people he felt comfortable being around.  

When he met the pro-heroes from U.A., he would call you up first to gush about every single encounter he had, and today it was about All-Might.

“All-Might really does smile all the time. It’s cool and kind of scary. I don’t have a lot of classes with him though so I wouldn’t know for sure. But from what I’ve heard, he can get pretty fired up too.”

“Kind of like Mirio?” You suggested.

“Now that I think about it, yes. Exactly like Mirio.” Tamaki chuckled and your cheeks hurt from grinning. You could get used to this; talking on the phone with Tamaki after school and making him laugh without even trying… that hard.

“Ugh, I miss you guys. Nejire too. I think we need to catch up soon so I can be revived from the hell hole that is work-study.”

“I think you need more than just us to be revived.”

“Excuse me, all I need is to do is be around Mirio for at least five seconds and absorb his energy; only then will I feel completely rejuvenated,” you deadpanned.

“Are the rest of us just extras?” Tamaki sounded like he was actually offended by the seriousness in your voice.

“No!” You protested, then added, “I love each and every one of you equally.”

“H-hey now, that’s just cheesy.”

“It is, but seriously, can you ask Mirio to send me some of his energy? I’m dying here and I really need him.”

“Are you serious?” spluttered Tamaki.

“Yeeees, I can’t live on caffeine alone. I’ll have whatever Mirio’s having.”

“Ok, I’m hanging up now. Bye.”

“Are you jealou—”

Beep.

And that was the very first time that Amajiki Tamaki had ever hung up on someone.

(iii.) It had been a while since you last caught up with ‘The Big 3’ and Nejire wanted to buy enough snacks so that you’d all be full (of junk food) by the time you reached her house. After today’s workload, cooking was the last thing on Nejire’s mind.  

“Is Mirio coming?” You asked Tamaki, who had his back against the wall. 

“Mirio can’t make it because he has work study today,” Tamaki replied.

“Ah, fair enough.” You sat down on the curb outside the convenience store and patted the space next to you.

“Sit next to me?” You said, smiling up at Tamaki. He didn’t reply and instead seemed preoccupied with the ground beneath his feet. He’s overthinking again, you noticed. It was clear to you that Tamaki was subtly calculating where he should sit and how close he would be next to you. 

You wanted to guide his hand downwards and make it clear that you wanted Tamaki to choose to sit just close enough so that when either of you slightly moved, you would bump shoulders. It was a mushy thought, but you couldn’t help it, you just liked being next to him. But you wanted to pretend for a bit longer.

You sat and watched patiently as Tamaki slowly lowered himself down onto the curb… a whole lot further way than you expected. In fact, Tamaki was exactly two seats away from you and judging by the conflict on his face, from the anguish at his miscalculation to his reluctance to change his seating position, he didn’t mean to be.

Tamaki was regressing back into his thoughts again, so you took this opportunity to snap a photo of him but didn’t realise the sound was on. You jumped at the noise, your eyes finding Tamaki’s slightly panicked expression mirroring your own.

You laughed nervously, “Sorry! It was really good lighting and I didn’t want to waste it.” Great cover, you internally groaned.

Tamaki, whose face was slightly pink, muttered, “You always take bad photos of me.”

“They’re candid thank you very much and anyway, at least they’re not as bad as Kirishima’s.”

Tamaki giggled and you grinned at the lovely sound. You were glad that you could get him out of his head for a bit.

“Anyways, that’s not entirely true,” you said as you got up to take a nice photo of the sunset behind you. “I have some cute ones of you too, I’ll send them if you’d like.”

And with your back turned to Tamaki, you had failed to notice how his blush deepened.

 (iv.)

Tonight you could not stop thinking about Tamaki. He was in every corner, shop window display and person you came across. It was Christmas and the elves were EVERYWHERE. Every time you saw an elf, you would stare at their ears, and then your brain would automatically associate them with Tamaki’s slightly pointed ears that were the exact same shape, only cuter. You didn’t know how many times you’ve freaked out a Santa’s little helper elf by staring at their ears and blushing every shade of red. You didn’t know what to do about it. Though one thing did come to mind.

You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and dashed out of the shopping centre after collecting a pair of complimentary elf-ear headbands for you and your little sister.

“Can we eat ice-cream now?” Your sister whined as you fumbled about with the headband. When you got it to sit as perfectly as it could on her small head, you clicked your tongue and replied.

“Wait!! I have to take a photo first and send it to my friend.” You snapped several shots of your sister, who posed for them despite her eagerness for the ice-cream you had promised her several hours ago.

“Ok that’s cute enough,” you said and sent the best ones to Tamaki.

“I’m always cute,” your sister bragged. You snorted. That was true, but you didn’t want to tell her that again just in case you made her ego bigger than it already was.

You took your sister’s hand and navigated through the packed crowd for some well-deserved ice-cream. As you waited in line, you couldn’t help but check your phone every ten seconds for a reply from Tamaki.

“Are you waiting for your boyfriend to text you back?” Your sister teased.

“Ha-ha no. I’m waiting for Tamaki to reply.”

“Same thing,” she muttered back. You glared at her but rolled your eyes when she shrugged her shoulders in response.

Ping!

The notification rung and boy you had never unlocked your phone so fast in your life.

Tamaki 🐙💞: she looks like she was forced to wear that

You had drawn little hearts around the elf-ear headband on your sister’s head and sent it without context.

You: ummmm it’s cute. plus it reminded me of you

Tamaki 🐙💞: how??

You: you have the same ears as the elves i keep seeing everywhere. tamaki… i think i may have found your long-lost family

Tamaki 🐙💞: okay weirdo

You scoffed. You were glad that you could banter with Tamaki without him getting self-conscious now. But sometimes the easiest way to get a reaction out of Tamaki was to compliment him. And you could never get sick of that flustered face of his.

You: don’t worry tamaki, you’re still the cutest elf boy in my eyes 🥰🥰🥰

Tamaki took a few seconds longer to reply to your message. You could tell by all the backspacing he was doing with whatever he wanted to respond with. You could already picture him blushing while reading your text and it made you smile at your cringey text in satisfaction.

From the corner of your eye you could see that your sister was judging you silently, but you paid no mind.

 (v.)

“You know, Tamaki, you’re pretty consistent with the people that you choose to interact with,” you said over the phone. Tamaki had called you, saying that he couldn’t sleep because he felt worn out. When he asked if you were busy, you had reassured him that you were definitely not busy even though you were stuck on closing duty at your part-time job. No one else was on the closing shift with you, so you had decided to put your earphones in and talk to Tamaki to pass the time.

“How?” He asked.

“Tamaki! Haven’t you realised that you tend to gravitate towards people with, well, sunnier dispositions than yours?”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down though because that could be anyone.”

You cracked up laughing. Tamaki seemed to be funny when he wasn’t supposed to be.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But, ok, I mean Mirio is basically sunshine personified and although he’s laidback, the guy is a hard worker! Then there’s Nejire, who has pure confidence and honestly, I would too if my speed, technique, intelligence and communication statistics were so well-rounded. How is that even possible? I don’t know. Her resilience knows no bounds.”

Though you couldn’t see it, hearing you talk about his friends with such enthusiasm and admiration caused a faint smile to appear on Tamaki’s face.

“And they’re both so weird!” You sighed deeply, “Tamaki, I think you have a thing for weirdos.”

Tamaki tried to suppress his laughter. “Does that mean you’re a weirdo too?”  

“Oh no,” you mumbled to yourself, pretending to have a dawning realisation. “What have you done to me, Tamaki!?”

This time, Tamaki couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping his lips.

“Oh, wait, Tamaki, I’m putting you in my pocket ok?” You heard an ‘ehh??’ right before you stuffed your phone into your pants and finally locked up for the evening.

You talked on the way home, while you washed up and right until you winded down for bed.

“Tamaki,” you began.

“Mm?” He yawned softly. He was getting sleepier now which was a good sign.

“Um, how are you feeling now?”

“I still can’t stop thinking about what happened today,” Tamaki answered wearily. You felt your heart ache.  

“If you keep worrying about what other people think of you, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, sorry. I know you do, and I know it’s hard as well when your mind is just constantly buzzing. I would offer you my bed, but I don’t think you’d be comf—”

Tamaki made a strangled noise from the other line, “U-Um, that’s okay.” You waited patiently for him to continue, eyes bulging in anticipation for what he was going to say next.

“But can you stay on the phone with me?”

Your heart soared at his request. “Of course, Tamaki, I’ll stay on the phone with you for as long as you need.”

Tamaki thanked you and there was a brief pause because he couldn’t think of what to say next. Lucky for him, you picked up on this difficulty a while back and easily slid into the next topic of conversation.

“You wanna know something, Tamaki?”

“Mm?”

This was it; the point of no return from where your harmless crush on Tamaki would change for better, or for worse.

“Back then, I wasn’t one of the people who ignored you on purpose.” You could feel your cheeks heat up the more you thought about what you were going to reveal to Tamaki. “I noticed you all the time…”

“W-what? Why, or how? I, uhh, huh?”  

“Are you sure? You better brace yourself, Tamaki.”

“Uhh yes? You’re the one who started this conversation?”

“Tamaki!!! Are you ready or not!?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready.”  

“This is going to sound so shallow and cheesy, or both, oh my god, ok. OKAY,” you raised your voice for no reason in particular; the excess energy in your body screaming to be let out. Tamaki laughed softly and that sound eased your nerves for about a millisecond.

“Tamaki,” you began again, but in a stern voice this time.

“Yes?”

“I always thought you were cute—like really, really, really cute, especially when you played around with Mirio. You always had this small smile on your face when you were with him and I—hold on a second.” You really felt like you were going to tear up for some stupid reason and so you paused to take one deep breath and exhaled… a jumble of sentences.

“I felt so lucky to have always seen that smile up until middle school. Tamaki, you don’t understand—I even thanked Mirio at some point, for being your friend and whatever else, I don’t even know or remember what I fully said. Oh god. Maybe it is selfish of me, but Mirio’s friendliness towards you helped me to become your friend too.” Your voice had barely held up the sternness it begun with; instead, it had turned to mush once you started gushing about Tamaki.

“But then you transferred to UA and I didn’t realise just how much I had missed seeing you in person. And Nejire used to say that I had a ‘thing for shy boys’ and I didn’t know what she meant by that! I only told her that I liked you so much and that I COULDN’T HELP IT. Or maybe I did think you were cute because you were also shy, but you’re more than the sum of your parts, Tamaki. I think I’ve always known that. I just—I just wish I had known you sooner.”

On the other line, you could hear almost every single breath that Tamaki took.

“Maybe I do have a thing for weirdos,” Tamaki contemplated.

Now you were confused. “H-huh?”

“I think it’s like you said; I admire the same kind of people. Y-you and Nejire don’t really have a filter when it comes to discussion topics; you both tend to speak your mind.”

You nearly choked on your saliva. You did not expect this response at all. Maybe a rejection or something but this? You didn’t know what this was.

“What about Mirio?” You managed to whisper.

“You and Mirio are both very warm people. Literally though, the both of you are like walking heaters.”

“TAMAKI WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”

“Umm, well, these are things you have in common with the people I like, as you said before. B-but what I’m actually trying to say is that high school isn’t the end of the world. It’s only a short time so you aren’t missing much, except… m-me.” Tamaki’s breath nearly caught in his throat at the prospect of staying on your mind for the past year or so.

“Besides, I’ll still be there with you after high school i-if you’ll have me.”

You cupped your mouth in an attempt not to squeal at the cheesiness coming from Tamaki’s mouth instead of yours this time. Once you calmed down as much as possible, you cleared your throat and replied.

“Tamaki, does that mean you accept my long-winded confession?”

“Yes?”

“YES?” You repeated in mock outrage.

“I mean, yes—I like you too AAAHH.” The tips of Tamaki’s ears were burning now.   

You burst out laughing. “I’m surprised you could understand what I was trying to say.”

“I always understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Aww Tamaki, you’re so cute,” you gushed once again. “I’m glad you like me too! Now please go to sleep before I come over there and put you to sleep myself.”

Tamaki passed out instantly. 

#tamaki #dailybnha #tamaki x reader #bnha imagines #Tamaki Amajiki #amajiki tamaki #but also i'm 95% sure that this will have a part 2 in the works bc i feel like it's lazy writing and that ending??? i'm gonna continue it dw #and part 2 will be more of tamaki's pov and post high school ! #i hope tamaki isn't too OOC here AHHH #am open to feedback