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nanawritesit · 9 months

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WWDITS Headcanons: You Having the Opposite Aesthetic of Everyone Else at the Vampire Residence (fem!reader)

tw: vampires, blood, corpses, mentions of killing, mentions of virgins, immortality

you were brought into the house to work as nadja and laszlo’s familiar

after having so many familiars die on the job, they had pretty much lost hope that they would ever find one that was right for them

so when you of all people, with your brightly colored hair, glittery makeup, long nails, and hot pink platform boots, were still around after a few weeks, they knew you were special 💞

of course they had their doubts at first, thinking you were much too soft for the job based on your cute aesthetic, but you surprised them with how tough you were

you had no problem finding them victims, cleaning up blood stains, and disposing of corpses. the promise of eternal life was much too great for you to give up because of some gore

nadja is overjoyed to have another woman in the house, and quickly becomes more of a bestie than a boss (as long as you do all of your duties as a familiar too)

she requires you to attend weekly “girls nights” with her, the guide, and mini nadja, but even if they weren’t mandatory, you’d happily go along

sometimes you’ll get all dressed up and go clubbing, taking everyone’s drinks for them since they can’t ingest human food

you stick out like a sore thumb in your pink sequin mini dress and heels, the rest of them shrouded in black lace, but you have an amazing time regardless. they really know how to party!

but sometimes you just have sleepovers where you watch mamma mia and talk shit about all the men in the house

laszlo didn’t take you seriously at first. he never really saw the appeal of having a familiar, thinking he got along just fine without one, but wanted to please his good lady wife

he could never understand how nandor was so attached to guillermo. he was just some human who followed him around and did his bidding

that was, until you came along

he found it was really nice to have someone to practice his music with, to organize his library for him, to help him into his coffin every night… and after a while he really grew quite fond of you

which scared him, because he knew how fragile human life was

but that only made him want to keep you under his wing more, to protect you until the day him and nadja decided to turn you

they love having you accompany them on their nightly walks, carrying their parasol behind them as they bask in the moonlight

they’re super protective of you, especially from people who assume you’re an easy target because of your looks

like, if anyone tries to mess with you around them, lazslo will yell at them to go fuck off, and nadja will practically go feral and rip their heart out

you’ll have to BEG her not to hurt them for her to even CONSIDER letting them go 💀

nandor pretty much falls in love with you upon first sight

he absolutely adores your style, loving how unique it is compared to anyone else he knows

he tries and fails to flirt with you all the time while you’re working, until nadja eventually yells at him to leave you to your chores, and he’ll scuttle away bc he’s scared of her 😀

he sometimes asks you to do his makeup like yours, saying he wants to “glitter like twilight”

his undead heart stops when you lean close to his face to do his eyeliner 🥺

he desperately wants to ask you out but is terrified of what nadja would do to him should you agree

she thinks you’re MUCH too good for him

he eventually goes to laszlo for help, since he’s such an “expert” on modern women 💀

he agrees to help him, but tells him that if you guys start dating and he hurts you, he’ll kill him 😗

guillermo is honestly just so thrilled to have another human in the house to sympathize with him 😭

the two of you quickly become partners in crime, dragging bodies down the stairs together and recruiting virgins for your vampires to feast on

he also wouldn’t hesitate to slay any vampire who tried to feed on you

you always stick up for him when the vampires aren’t taking him seriously, which helps since they all value your opinion tremendously

nandor gets a bit jealous when he finds out that you and guillermo get lunch together everyday 😭

guillermo admittedly gets a bit jealous when you’re turned into a vampire before he is, but is obviously very happy for you

but since nandor has such a soft spot for you, you’re able to convince him to turn guillermo sooner :) that way you can be a big happy vampire family forever

collin robinson thinks you’re quite entertaining, although he gets frustrated at the fact that you somehow always dodge all of his attempts to drain your energy

when you go out on the town with everyone, you have major scary dog privilege

when you walk by, people see a pretty pink princess 💞

and then they see the three huge, dramatically dressed vampires, one emotionless suited man, and one monster slayer walking behind you and they’re like oh shit nvm 💀

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits headcanon #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #guillermo de la cruz #collin robinson #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows scenarios #what we do in the shadows fanfiction #nandor x reader #wwdits

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sailorshadzter · 3 years

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Hiii! Welcome back!!! If you are still taking requests, how about an one shot where Cersei kind of notices the tension between Jon and Sansa and comments on it? Maybe in a "We are not so different" way? Or she straight up encourages them bc she's a horrible person and thinks if there are rumors about the Starks, they'll forget about the Lannisters?

ANON. whew this has been in my ask box for a while! but i opened my inbox to find some inspiration to write and yours was the one that clicked first! so i hope you see this, anon, wherever you are, and know that i FINALLY got to your prompt request!!!

as always, you're always welcome to drop a prompt request in my inbox.

enjoy!

The ball is grand and glittering.

Cersei has ensured that this night would be perfect, putting far more coin into it than Robert ever would have allowed. But there is little else she can do, what with the trouble brewing all around them. She's lost one son already, she will not lose another- and so she has gone to great expense and trouble to make sure that this room was full of loyal nobles and fearsome knights. This wedding would not end the way the last one had, even if the bride was the same.

From where she sits, she watches as the young Sansa Stark dances with her half brother, the bastard born Jon Snow. The young man had been intended for the Night's Watch, but Tyrion had developed a fondness for the boy during their visit North, and so, he'd come along with the Stark's. They are close together, the dance bringing them so, but the smile that lights up the redhead's face is one that Cersei swears she's worn herself, but when she looks upon Jaime. And the usually stoic Snow looks just as delighted to spin his sister out and back in, hands at her waist to lift her high into the air as the music swells. Cersei chuckles, wondering how's she's not noticed it ever before. The wheels in her brain are suddenly spinning, whirling several thoughts throughout that bring yet another smile to her face.

As if her thoughts have conjured him, she feels Jaime's presence at her elbow; he bows over his arm, ever the courtier, but she knows it's more for show than anything else. "What has you so cheery?" He asks, his green eyes scanning the dance floor, where sure enough his gaze falls upon the Stark siblings as they finish their dance among all the others, though it quite seems they've forgotten they aren't alone. "They make a handsome pair, do they not?" Turning back to face his lover, he sees he's right, for she's staring down at them with a look he's seen before. "What are you thinking?"

"That proud Ned Stark's children are falling in love right before our very eyes." They both knew what the world would say about two siblings, albeit half, falling in love. Was it not why they themselves took every precaution? Cersei shudders to think what would happen if the truth was ever discovered... The rumors were bad enough. But this... Two Stark children in love? It would cease the rumors about her and Jaime, that she was certain of. She watches as Sansa dips a quick curtsy to Jon before he offers her his arm, which she readily takes, and they disappear into the crowd.

"See that Lady Stark is brought to me tomorrow morning, won't you?" She says to the nearest lady, who nods, curtsying before she scurries away to do as she's been bid. Cersei turns back to face the dance floor, but it's suddenly become far less interesting.

And so she must wait until morning.

[ x x x ]

It's late, yet she cannot bring herself to leave his arms.

Jon holds fast to her, kissing the top of her head, her silk gown soft beneath his touch as his hands span the length of her spine. "I should go..." She whispers for the tenth time, though his grip does not relent, nor does she make any attempt to pull away. He smells of spice and smoke, comforting and strong; she buries her face deeper into his chest, wishing she could sink into him. "Jon..."

His name is soft on her lips.

Their gazes meet and he's lost, as he always is, in the depth of her blue eyes. "I know," is all he can say, knowing as well as she that it was best for her to go. They both knew where this moment would lead- after all, how many times had they been here before? But more than anything, they both knew what would happen if they were discovered in such an embrace. And yet... There's a part of him that doesn't care. There's a part of him that wishes with all of his might that they could be together in the way that they wanted. No more secret midnight rendezvous that only left them both feeling more strained than being without the other. "I'll walk you to your rooms..." He begins, but she shakes her head.

"Shae is waiting," she says softly, finally freeing herself from his grip. She feels cold without his touch and that is almost enough to send her back into his arms. "I will see you in the morning," she goes on, reaching out her hand to tenderly touch his. Jon nods, catching her hand so he might bring it to his lips to kiss. The brush of his lips to her knuckles steals the breath from her lungs and time is suspended as they stand there, the only sound in the room that of the fire burning in the hearth. "Until the morning..."

"Until the morning," he parrots back as he let's go of her hand. "Good night, Sansa."

The way he says her name sends shivers down her spine. "Good night, Jon." She says instead of every other thing she wants to say.

[ x x x ]

In the morning, a lady arrives at her door to inform her she's been summoned to see the queen.

Though no longer truly queen, Cersei Lannister runs the Seven Kingdoms through her youngest son, the now King Tommen. Just a boy, he's been married to Margaery Tyrell, who only several weeks before had instead been married to Joffrey. Poison had taken care of him, but Margaery and her family, ever the schemers, ensured that she would take her place as queen. Sansa was certain that it would not be long before a new power struggle would emerge. Soon, it would be Margaery and the Tyrell's fighting for control of poor, young Tommen.

Once she's dressed, Sansa, with Shae beside her, makes her way down to Cersei's office.

When she's been announced, she steps into the room, one which she has spent much time in over her years in King's Landing. Once she had been thrilled to be invited into this room, to spend private time with Queen Cersei... But things have changed. Though she dips her the curtsy due to her rank, Sansa does not return the smile offered to her by the golden haired woman behind her oak desk. "Lady Stark, tell me, how did you enjoy the ball last night?" Cersei asks, gesturing for Sansa to take the empty chair across from her. The young woman frowns, but does as she's bid, clearly surprised by the question. Cersei notices she wears a new gown of pale blue damask, made from a bolt of fabric she was given by Jon Snow a few short weeks ago; though it is fashioned in the Southern style, Cersei sees that the trailing sleeves are stitched with falling leaves, weirwood leaves, like those that grow in the North. Even her hair, which once she wore in styles that mirrored her own, is fastened into braids in a way that reminds Cersei of Catelyn Stark. It is Sansa's way of breaking with the Lannister's entirely; she is no longer theirs to control.

"It was wonderful, your grace," Sansa answers honestly, shifting slightly in the chair, brushing a lock of red hair across a shoulder before she accepts the goblet of wine being offered to her. "Very grand." She goes on, though she's no longer thinking of the ball, but of the last dance she and Jon had shared together.

"Your brother is quite the elegant dancer, I must say I'm surprised." Cersei's voice breaks into her thoughts and Sansa blinks in surprise. This certainly was not the topic of conversation she expected to have upon being summoned to this room. "The two of you make quite the couple." At this, Sansa chokes on the sip of wine she's just taken, her stare wild and frantic as it rises up to meet the queen. Inside, Cersei is laughing- she's been right there was Sansa was before, so many years ago. Back when her feelings for Jaime had first begun to grow into what they were now. She could recall their dance lessons, when a compliment on how well they fit together would leave her blushing and stammering, just as Sansa Stark was now. "You needn't hide it from me, Lady Stark," she goes on, taking advantage of the young woman's silence. "I see how you look at him... And how he looks at you."

Sansa's heart was beating fast within her chest, so fast she can barely catch her breath. Was she and Jon truly so obvious? They had painstakingly tried to keep what was brimming between them beneath the surface... But had last night been their very downfall? "I-I do not know what you mean, your grace," she says, adopting a cheery but confused tone, cursing herself for being a terrible liar. From the way Cersei is smiling, Sansa knows she does not believe her, not even for a moment.

"You know, Lady Stark, if there is one thing in my life I regret... It is not ever being with the one I truly loved." Cersei speaks from total honesty, saying aloud the words she's never spoken before to anyone. Not even to Jaime. She knows what it will take to sway proud Ned's child into something such as diving head first into an incestual relationship. But she knows the way to sway the young woman, for it was the same way she swayed herself all those years ago. "Someday you will be married to a man who you likely do not love," they are both reminded of a similar conversation, one they had shared before her marriage to Joffrey was to take place. "You should experience true love, even just once in your life." These words resonate with her and Cersei knows it. Her blue eyes widen and she opens her mouth as if she means to speak, but cannot find the words. "We cannot help who we love," Cersei says, though now she wonders if she's still speaking to Sansa, but rather to herself. "But if any love was so truly wrong, why would the Gods allow us to feel it in the first place?"

Sansa's heart beat has not ceased in it's pace, but a slow realization is dawning upon her as she listens to Cersei's words. There is meaning behind them and she knows, those words are not meant only for her. She recalls the rumors spread just before her father was beheaded, rumors about the truth of Joffrey and his siblings parentage. The truth about Cersei and her brother, Jaime. There is a part of her that worries this is just a trap, a set up to catch her and Jon in the act, something that would earn them the scorn and disgust of all of King's Landing and likely the North.

And yet...

You should experience true love, even just once in your life... Those are the words she's replaying in her brain, over and over again, knowing that Cersei was right. It would not be long before a marriage was made for her, one that would likely be loveless and political, one that would do nothing for her but everything for the Lannister's. Without her father or mother or even Robb to protect her from such a fate, she would be doomed to marry a man of Cersei's choosing.

When she's dismissed a few minutes later, Sansa wastes no time.

Shae, who has waited for her outside Cersei's room for her, rises up from where she sits on the windowsill. "Find Jon for me, won't you?" She asks in an undertone, to which her lady stares back at her for a long moment before she nods. If there was anyone she could trust with what she was about to do, it would be Shae.

Once she's back within her own chamber, she brings herself to stand before the looking glass, staring at her own reflection. She knows that doing what she's about to do will change everything, but she knows she cannot go on in life without knowing what it will feel like to be held by a man that truly loves her. If she can only taste his love this one time, then she will go willingly into any marriage presented to her, for Jon's love she will carry with her for the rest of her life.

A knock on the door comes.

By the time she's turned around, the door has opened and it's Jon standing there. He's staring at her, taking her in as he always does, those Stark colored eyes enough to bring her to her knees. "Sansa," he greets, feeling just as she does, the shift in what lays between them. She crosses the room as he does and so they meet at the center, a minimal distance between them. The blue damask gown suits her in a way he cannot describe and he's, as always, struck by her beauty. Somewhere behind them, Shae quietly ducks into the antechamber, out of sight, out of mind- but there all the same.

There's so many things she wants to say, so many things she needs for him to hear. But the words do not come, no matter how hard she wills them to. And so, instead, she does the only other thing that makes any sense; she kisses him. She kisses him with as much passion as she can muster and he falls into it, his arms winding around her only so he might pull her closer. When he breaks free moments later, it's to stare into her eyes, to ask her one single thing. "Are you certain?" She nods.

That's all he needs.

This time, he's the one to kiss her, leaning in to capture her mouth with his. One hand remains perched at the small of her back, though the other one slides into her hair, uncaring of the pins he knocks loose. She's kissing him back, meeting his tongue with her own, the sensations rushing through her body unlike anything she's ever felt before.

It does not take long before they stand at the side of her bed, the canopy hangings pushed aside so Jon might sit upon the edge. He beckons her closer and she comes to stand between his knees, allowing him to turn her around so her back instead faces him. Then, she feels his hands as they begin to loosen the laces of her blue gown until it begins to slip over her shoulders. That is when she turns back around to face him and she allows the gown to fall to the floor at her feet, all so she might stand there in nothing but her chemise.

And then, Jon draws her down into the bed, and into his arms.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #writing prompt #anon ask #send me prompts #jon x sansa #jon snow #sansa stark #my writing #i wrote this #man this one just FLOWED so quickly #it's been a while since i wrote something in one sitting

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rockthingsbymeg · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Slash

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Smutty themes; mentions of sex toys, BDSM, power dynamics

A/N: Apparently, I’m back babes. Enjoy this alphabet for poodle <3

Aftercare(what they're like after sex)

Slash will help Y/N clean up all the body fluids that might be on her skin and, if he can, he'll lay down and cuddle, running his fingers over her head and back and occasionally will let her spoon him

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favorite parts of himself are his hands, and it's pretty obvious because without them he wouldn't be able to do the thing he loves the most in the world but also because he can feel Y/N's body melt under his hands, both in a sexual way and not.

On Y/N, he really loves her whole body, but he has a special thing for her ass and thighs. He loves to rest his head on them (though resting his head on her ass can be hard because Y/N doesn't like to lay face down) and absolutely adores to run his hands over them. He also loves her lips.

Cum (anything to do with cum...basically I'm a disgusting person)

Slash has a breeding kink that will come up every once in a while. That being said, he loves to fill Y/N up whenever she lets him. He tends to cum more than most people Y/N's been with, and she absolutely loves that.

His other favorite place to cum is her face, followed closely by her breasts and then ass. There's something about seeing her covered in his cum that riles him up.

Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slash catches himself a lot of times thinking about what it would be like to have Y/N be the dominant one in the bedroom. He's had his fair share of experience with porn, and he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to see his girl dressed up in one of those latex sets just doing whatever she feels like doing to him

He'd never ask her though because he thinks she wouldn't like it (he's wrong)

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

This goes without saying

Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Slash absolutely loves to have Y/N on top. She looks ethereal on top of him, and he can't get enough. He also loves doggy style or to be with her back to his chest, both on their knees. And he totally loves to bend her over something and fuck her

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Slash doesn't get too serious. It kills the relaxed vibe he likes to have during sex. He won't necessarily crack jokes, but he likes to keep the mood light, even if the sex is being more intense than usual.

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

I think we've all seen enough pictures to conclude that: he doesn't groom at all, and the carpet definitely matches the drapes

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He keeps it light but he somehow manages to be intimate. He keeps looking into Y/N's eyes as long as he can, and he presses multiple kisses on her lips, cheek, neck, wherever he can reach.

He's not romantic very often, sex is not about that to him, but there are times when he'll be romantic and, on those occasions, he makes Y/N's high and his own completely other-worldly and long.

Though she definitely loves the usual vibe they have during sex, the moments when he is romantic are amazing, and she can't get enough of them

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Slash will definitely prefer to satisfy himself with Y/N, but he is completely not against masturbating. It's something weirdly natural in their relationship, and it tends to lead to some steamy sex on multiple occasions.

During tours, it's when it happens more often, because she can't go with him most of the time, and he entertains himself looking at all the polaroids they've taken.

Most of them are explicit and fully private, but there are times when he gets hard just staring at a cute picture of Y/N because he misses her a lot

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's got his fair share of kinks, and he's not shy about most of them. Breathplay, some BDSM things (handcuffs, gags, collars, leashes), spanking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding kink (more of a creampie kink), edging kink, marking kink (never anything too heavy because he doesn't like to break the light atmosphere of the whole thing like I've said before)

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally, place doesn't matter that much to him, but some of his favorite times happened either in the backseat of a car (even the limo when the entire band was absolutely plastered, and both he and Y/N couldn't wait any longer) and backstage after shows, so maybe those places hold a place in his heart

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Y/N in general. Anything she wears, does, or says can get him going.

He gets hard way too fast though if: Y/N wears one of his tees without anything underneath or with some black, silk lingerie. When she decides to steal his hat. When she's with a guitar. When she's playing with one of his snakes and is not wearing that many clothes.

NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

There aren't that many things Slash wouldn't do. He wouldn't be into pegging or shit like that, because it's too out of his comfort zone, but aside from that, he's okay with anything.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Slash is very skilled with his mouth, to put it lightly. He was born to do two things in this world: play guitar and eat pussy.

It goes without saying that he's absolutely great with his fingers and also his dick, but there's something about the away he eats Y/N out. He melts into her, eyes closed and face soft like he's at home, while he keeps delving his tongue into her, humming at the taste. He'll wrap his lips around her clit, those plump, perfect lips, and suck the nub into his mouth then flatten his tongue against it. And he'll go on for hours on end

He doesn't have a preference, however, in giving or receiving. Y/N is extremely talented in giving oral as well, and he turns into putty in her hands every time she does it.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slash makes a balance between fast and somewhat sensual. He's not rough most of the times, though he definitely isn't nice and sweet

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Slash is always, and I mean, always, up for a quickie. He will initiate them more often than Y/N simply bc he can't take his hands off her, but he will never choose then over proper sex

Quickies are good for when they're in public, in a rush, and stuff like that. Proper sex is what gets them off better, what gives them the best orgasm, so that's what he prefers

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Slash is all here to try new things. Anything Y/N suggests is a yes. Don't knock it til you try it is his motto. He loves to spice things up any way he can, from the most simple details like teasing her to getting new sex toys, trying new positions, things he heard make girls cum hard as fuck, anything at all

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Slash is a literal animal. It's like he's never ever tired of it. He can always go for another round, no matter how long or short it turns out to be

Usually, he does take a bit to cum, but Y/N knows what buttons to push to have that boy cumming in a matter of short minutes

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Of course, he owns toys. He prefers to use them on Y/N, but he will never say no to them being used on themselves. He's quite fond of handcuffs and ropes, but he also likes harnesses, leashes, collars, whips and he will not say no if Y/N shows up with a cock ring

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh boy... Slash is honestly the biggest tease on the planet, there's no other way to put it, but, in compensation, he doesn't tease for too long. He just teases as hard as he can

He can go as far as actually touching himself in a public place just to watch Y/N squirm and beg him to go home, to the car, any place away from the crowd. Sometimes not even that...

Y/N does tease him back, but he always wins the "game"

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Slash is not exactly the most vocal person, but by no means he's quiet. At first, he'll mostly grunt and groan, an occasional deep sigh leaving him. The more pleasure he starts to feel the louder those sounds get and if he's been going at it for a while and if he's feeling particularly good, he'll start to moan, low and soft and occasionally moan loud when he cums

Another reason why he's never quiet it's because he likes to praise Y/N, to tell her he loved her or to dirty talk

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think that on occasions when Slash gets drunk, but I mean really fucking drunk, he'll go into sub space. He'll cling to his girl, moan softly in her ear and beg for something, even cry out if he's really that far gone

Also, despite being shy of being submissive while sober, Slash doesn't have that many troubles begging for what he wants

X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

Slash is not exactly massive, but it's not like he needs it. He's big, but he's got more width than length, and he knows exactly how to use what he has.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Slash wakes up hard, spends the day hard, and goes to sleep hard. That's just who he is. He's not pushy, he won't be nagging his girl for it 24/7, but he will definitely take any chance he has of getting off

Y/N can do the most innocent thing in the world, and he will be hard for her. A smile, a look, certain clothes, and words... Anything can turn him on and he's not exactly ashamed of it

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends on how long he's been going at it, where he is, and if he was tired before. If he's been going at it for a long time, he'll fall asleep rather quickly. If he's at home or was already really tired before, he will also almost instantly fall asleep. Other than that, Slash is not one to fall asleep after sex

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hotchley · 3 years

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PLEASEEEEEEEEEE tell me theres a scene in bby Hotchner where they’re in public and Emily has to carry him like he’s her kid (bc honestly that’s the most realistic thing, they look super similar

(This was gonna be a whole fic, but my head is empty and I want to answer this because the visual is so cute, so here goes nothing. Also, if anyone would like to draw this, please feel free and I will love you forever. This also got slightly out of hand so please ignore how poorly placed the keep reading is but yeah)

And I low-key hate it because I feel like I didn’t really fulfil the prompt, but we’re going with it! (Again)

tw: very light implications of past child abuse

It’s one of those days where he was restless. Rossi didn’t blame him. They were forced to spend the entire weekend indoors because of the horrific weather- he was not about to risk another cold- so he had a lot of pent up energy.

It eventually resulted in everyone giving each other identical looks because they love Aaron, they really do, but it’s very distracting and difficult to watch him running around everywhere and just being in awe of everything.

Emily stood up and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw it was her and grinned. He’d never admit to everyone because he loves all of them, but Miss Emmy is one of his favourites. They look very similar, so he can pretend she’s his real mom.

Although, he’s learnt now, that family is more than blood and parents are the ones that care for you and love you unconditionally, so really, his new family are all his parents.

“Come on child, l’m taking you to the park,” she said.

Aaron’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yes. Because you have way too much energy and you need to burn it off. Also, you look very nice today and I would like to be able to tell everyone that you’re a mini-me.”

“I dressed myself today. Mr Dave isn’t very fond of me doing that, because apparently I choose strange things, but I told him that it was because I wanted to look like all of my favourite people,” he said with a smile.

“Well I think you look very fashionable. Are the mismatched socks inspired by Dr Spencer?”

“Yeah! And the slippers are inspired by you because you always wear the shoes that you want wherever you go,” he explained.

She smiled. “Well come on mini-me. To the park we go!”

Aaron ran ahead of her. She smiled. Maybe she would never have kids of her own, but this, this was good. And nice. And it felt like she was finally getting a chance at loving a child without fearing the worst.

Three hours passed. It was three hours of Aaron burning off forty-eight hours of pent-up energy. He went on the swings- he liked it when Emily pushed him because she was always less cautious than the rest of them- down the slide. He even ran around with some of his other friends.

Emily was just glad it was the ones whose parents believed he was her son from a previous relationship. It should have occurred to her before that they needed to agree on one story, but they hadn’t, and now some parents believed it was her son whilst some believed he was Derek and Spencer’s adopted son.

The whole thing was a mess.

“Hey child! We need to head back now. It’s going to start getting dark soon,” she called out.

Aaron came running over. He seemed much more relaxed now.

“Did you say goodbye to your friends?”

He nodded. “Can we come again tomorrow? With Miss JJ and Dr Spencer and Miss Penny and Mr Derek and Mr Dave? Because I like going with you, but I also want us all to go because it’ll be so much fun!”

Emily blanched. That was not a situation anyone was prepared for. “I- we’ll see kid. Okay?”

Aaron pouted, but nodded. “Okay.”

Something seemed off, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. She shrugged, and carried on. Children were really strange. It was when they started getting closer to the building that she picked up on what was going on.

She turned around and Aaron was dragging his feet along the road, clearly tired from his time at the park. He was fighting to keep his eyes open and every step he took seemed to lead him one step closer to sleep.

Emily ran back over and crouched down. “Child, are you tired?”

He shook his head, but the yawn he let out completely undermined him. Emily raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

“I’m not tired. I have so much energy that I could... listen to Dr Spencer and then tell you everything he said!”

“I won’t make you go for a nap,” she said.

“Okay, maybe I am tired.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said, and she lifted him into his arms. For his age, he was both small and incredibly light, so lifting him wasn’t even a problem for Spencer, who they all joked was the weakest.

Well, the others joked. She didn’t believe there was any evidence so suggest the opposite.

He let out a yelp when his feet left the ground, but on instinct, he wrapped his legs around her waist and his arms around the neck. After a moment, he buried his head in her neck so he was essentially clinging to her like a koala.

Emily liked carrying him, and Aaron enjoyed the feeling of being picked up. Not having to walk was nice, because it meant he could close his eyes and just not worry about anything. Also, Emily’s hair smelt like peach and oranges, which was always a pleasant thing.

He held onto her, and by the time they reached the elevator, his grip had loosened significantly because he trusted her to not drop him, and that was something that Emily took very seriously.

Hotch had fallen asleep at some point, and she wasn’t about to wake him up. As they had been walking back, several people had given her soft smiles when they saw the child in her arms. One elderly lady had said that her son was the most adorable little thing she’d ever seen. Another parent had shushed her children because the little boy was sleeping.

“Hi Em,” Anderson said when she got in.

She shook her head slightly and tilted her head towards Aaron. Not that Anderson knew it was Aaron. At least, as far as she knew he didn’t. He had given them all strange looks recently. Ones that suggested he knew something.

“Oh is he sleeping? So sorry. You know, he looks exactly like you, it’s almost eerie.”

“Grant, he has half my DNA. Of course he looks like me.”

“I mean, he does look more like Agent Hotchner, but sure. Whatever you say,” he said with a smirk.

Emiky’s jaw dropped.

“Like I told Agent Jareau, I’m more than just a pretty face. And this is where I get off. Bye Agent Prentiss. Bye Aaron!”

When Emily looked down, Aaron was staring at her with wide eyes. All the movement had made him wake up, and he did not look impressed.

“You woke me up,” he said.

“I’m sorry child. Would you like me to put you down?”

Aaron shook his head and tightened his grip. “Like it when you pick me up. Everyone thinks I’m your kid then.”

“If you like it, then I won’t let go,” Emily said. She meant it literally, but also metaphorically. She would never let Aaron go until he was ready. There would be no more darkness in his life.

“Good,” he said.

She entered the bullpen and a few of the other agents gave her fond smiles as they realised the child in her arms had his eyes closed. He was a cute kid. The resemblance to Aaron Hotchner was uncanny, but they were almost sure that was a coincidence.

When Dave saw Emily and Aaron return, he smiled slightly. When he realised that Aaron’s head was buried in Emily’s hair, he grinned. His job was going to be a lot easier.

“Hey little one. Did you have a good time at the park?”

Aaron nodded. “Miss Emmy carried me back as well. And she didn’t drop me at all!”

Dave’s smile wavered slightly. “That’s lovely to hear Aaron. Is Miss Emmy allowed to put you down now? I’m sure she wants to keep holding you, but I’ve missed my little one.”

Aaron nodded, and Emily passed him over. Dave kissed his forehead and Aaron giggled slightly.

When they got home, Aaron wouldn’t stop talking about how much fun he had at the park with his friends, and also about how nice everyone was. Dave smiled and responded at all the right moments. Never once did he try and cut the boy off, because he finally seemed comfortable enough to speak.

Aaron wouldn’t complain when Dave sent him to bed. And after they had made sure there were no monsters in the bed, closet, or outside in the hallway, he climbed into the bed. When Dave sat beside him to put the night light on, he didn’t flinch away.

“Mr Dave?” he said just as he was about to leave.

Dave turned around.

“I love you. And Miss Emmy. A lot.”

“We love you too kid.”

Aaron smiled, and fell asleep, dreaming of parks and being held. And feeling safe.

#baby hotchner au #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #david rossi #tw child abuse

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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It’s Good Luck - Jumin Han

This is the last part (maybe? Idk) of my Jumin wedding series bc all of a sudden I have baby fever and want to write a pregnant series oop. In fact, I had to FORCE myself to write this ceremony. I might write a reception chapter later, who knows. Reminder: this is part of a mini-series but everything can be read and interpreted as one shots if you’re like me and dislike series haha also idk if this even makes sense but I hope you maybe like it?

Summary: they say rain on your wedding day is good luck. Jumin takes that to a new level and proposes you go outside in the rain before you’re due at the reception.

You had returned to your dressing room, watching as the men in the sharp suits carried your flowers and chairs from the tent outside to the building. Why did it have to rain? Sure, they said it was good luck, and you didn’t truly care so long as you were marrying Jumin, but you had looked forward to the outdoor wedding. You had planned for an outdoor wedding, not one inside.

“Don’t worry about it,” your wedding planner comforted you, noticing your mournful expression as you looked at the heavy raindrops running down the window, “We’re going to do everything in our power to bring the outdoors in. Do you want to give it a look-over before we start everything?”

Honestly? It would make you feel better. You nodded, standing up and straightening out your wedding dress. You followed behind her, taking the back way to avoid any guests, and made your way into their indoor venue.

They did a really good job for such a short amount of time. The wall of flowers was up behind the altar, large flower arrangements were set by each row of seats, and gigantic mounds of flowers lined each side of the aisle. It was pretty. Yes, outside would have been ideal, but whatever. This was lovely as well!

“Is it to your liking?” The wedding planner asked, nervously toying with her watch.

You nodded. “It’s very nice. Would it be possible, maybe, to get a different color table cover for the altar? The cream worked well for the outdoors but now it’s a little too... casual.” You had learned a thing or two from planning the RFA parties after all.

“Would you prefer white then?”

“How about an antique white? You cringed internally; you sounded so uptight. But you knew antique white would look best with the color tones of the room. “Oh! If you don’t have it just normal white will do as well.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it set up right now. Any other changes you’d like to make?”

“Is there any way to dim the lights? They’re a little bright... it’s giving me a hospital feel.” You added awkwardly. Your wedding planner walked over to a panel and immediately dimmed the lights. “Perfect. It’s lovely. Thank you for doing all this,” you turned to her, smiling.

“If that’s all you need, I’ll get somebody to switch out the cloth and then we can start seating guests,” she offered. You smiled and nodded.

When you arrived at your room you were greeted with even more surprises: this time there was a masseuse, table set up and everything. “Hi, are you MC? Mr. Han called for me,” she greeted, holding out a hand for you to shake, which you took.

“Oh! What a nice surprise.”

“Yes, he said it was quite urgent. I understand this all must be pretty stressful. My wedding got rained out too, but the good thing is my husband and I have been married for over thirty years now.” The lady seemed very warm; her presence was comforting. You allowed yourself to sit down on the edge of her table.

“I’m not sure how much time we have, but would you mind doing my shoulders and back? I’ve got a lot of tension in there from everything going on.” You still felt awkward being accomadated so well, but it was something you had to get used to, especially because you were marrying Jumin.

“Of course,” you felt her push your veil to the side, fingers gently working around your upper back. “You weren’t kidding: you are tense. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?”

You let out a laugh. “That tradition that the groom can’t see the bride on the wedding day. I’ve been sleeping next to my fiancée for months now. It was hard not to, and the pre-wedding jitters didn’t help.”

“Well,” she commented, her hands hitting a knot by your shoulders and gently trying to work it out. “I can tell it’ll all be worth it. He seems like a very nice man, and he definitely cares about you.”

“Yes, I’m not sure how many other brides get masseuses in minutes before their wedding,” you joked, a fond smile on your face. A knock at the door. The wedding planner peeked in. “You’ve got about five minutes until it’s go time.”

You thanked the lady and went to take your spot, waiting for your entrance. As you heard the bridal march start playing, you anxiously stepped into the room, heavy bouquet in hand. The antique white looked quite nice, you thought to yourself. It was a good choice. In front of the tablecloth though.

How could he possibly be even more handsome than usual? Maybe it was the light gray suit, a stark contrast to his typical black attire. Maybe it was the glisten in his eyes as they watered with tears. Maybe it was the smile that he couldn’t hide- no, he didn’t want to hide. Walking to him felt like running a marathon; it took forever.

Finally your hands were in his. Him mouthing how beautiful you looked, wiping away a stray tear that leaked down his cheek. You didn’t realize you had such a death grip on his hands until he started gently running his thumb over your hands, easing the tension.

“You and me only, remember?” He whispered softly. You wanted to hug him. No, that would be weird. The priest was quite literally in the middle of his speech. You but your lip and looked down at your shoes.

A hand on your cheek brought your attention up. Was this allowed? Why did you never go through this wedding etiquette?

The words spoken were a blur. Jumin recited his vows perfectly, not straying from the traditional vows. The two of you had agreed that you would rather share those thoughts, those emotions, in private. You stumbled over the words when it was your turn. For richer or for poorer? Not only was the statement comical considering the Hans’ wealth, but why was it so hard to say? Jumin’s lips quirked into a smile upon hearing you fumble, and it made you feel better to see him smile like that.

Finally, finally the moment had come. “You may now kiss the bride.” Swept up in the moment, Jumin pulled you close in one swift motion for a kiss. You had agreed to keep it chaste and sweet, but he hadn’t seemed to remember that part of it!!!!! You pulled away before it got too PG-13, planting a kiss on his cheek and promising him more later.

“How soon is later?” He asked, pouting for what was likely one of the first times in his life. “I just want to embrace my wife. We still have a reception after this?” He groaned.

“You’re so needy today Honey,” you teased, the two of you sharing your own moment at the front of the room while the guests filed out.

“We don’t have to do anything. It’s just... I had trouble sleeping last night without you. You can’t blame a man for wanting to hold his wife in his arms and never let go.” He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

The guests had finally filed out and it was your turn to leave, greeting them at the exit. “I’ve noticed you saying wife a lot,” you teased, holding his hand tight, your cathedral-length veil wrapped around his free arm so that you wouldn’t trip or get caught up by it.

“Well, I like it.” It was such a simple statement, but it made your heart race. The two of you finished thanking your guests, and it was time for the cocktail hour to start. You and Jumin had planned about ten minutes together without a photographer or anything just so you could take in the events of the day and reflect together. You had been looking forward to it for hours.

“You know all those things you vowed to me?” You asked, staring out the window as he helped you remove your veil. The rain hadn’t slowed; it was wise of you to move it inside.

“Sickness and health, better or worse, rich or poor, those things?” He listed them off as if they were so simple. It made you laugh.

“How about in grace and in stupidity?”

He plopped your veil down on a bench. “What? My love you’re not stu-“

“You wanna go out into the rain with me? It’ll be fun... and we have about eight minutes after to dry off before pictures,” you proposed. It was an AWFUL idea. It was pouring. You had your hair and makeup done. This dress was designer.

“Truly?” He asked, looking skeptically.

“Yeah in retrospect it’s a bad idea. I don’t know, I thought it was good luck or something.”

Out of nowhere, he swept you into his arms, barreling towards the exit to the building. “Jumin!” You shrieked. “I take it back! I said it was a bad idea!”

“But it’s good luck,” he shouted as he swung open the door, trying to be heard over the rain. He looked cautiously at the puddles forming on the sidewalks, then took a deep breath. “In grace and in stupidity?”

“Of course, my husband.”

It was out of a movie. The dramatic kiss in the rain. All the passion Jumin had wanted to put into your kiss when you were standing in front of all your family and friends. The rain dribbling down your back. It made you squeal. He couldn’t stop laughing. He held his hand above your head, attempting to shield your makeup from the rain. It didn’t help.

What felt like eons later, he carried you back inside, setting you on a bench. He tried to keep a serious face, but burst out laughing. You had never heard him laugh so hard.

“Honey? Why are you laughing? Is it my makeup? Jumin!” Nothing could get his attention.

“We may need more than just eight minutes to dry off,” he chuckled, pushing back soaked strands of hair that were hanging on his face. “I’ll call Assistant Kang and let her know.”

“Was it worth it though?” You asked, trying to wipe your face (and failing).

“Oh absolutely,” he pulled you close to him. “I feel luckier already.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin han #Jumin marriage

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the-canine-king · 5 years

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i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

#king speaks #ocs #yetanotherOCmeme #long post

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Waaaaaah!...

... And now, on to the gift that was Zi-O 23!

Spoilers below.

In no order:

I DON’T CARE KURO WOZ.

The only valid Wozes are Woz.5 and Keisuke himself. Those are the only valid Wozes.

... So they’re seriously trying to tell me baby Sougo could write clearly in grammatically correct English of all things. I doubt he could even do that now. Someone show this to Sougo to check if he wrote it.

Also, the first time I watched this and that shot revealed Geiz was still living at the shop, I WAS ON CLOUD NINE. I KNEW WHAT IT MEANT.

Okay, so I’d need a proper translation to decide if the dialogue here is supposed to be implying Sougo’s using his new future sight powers to cheat on a test. Given that when he mucks it up (boy gets a fourteen), he studies instead of trying to do that, I would believe not, but I can’t get a clear enough online translation to tell.

And we all know he’s bad at math.

The fact that he’s not only bad at it, it apparently just straight up knocks him out is also bloody hilarious.

Kikaider’s suit is goofy, but I do like his Henshin.

Geiz calls him. Geiz freaking calls him to come fight the Another Rider. Like everything is normal. I’m so grateful to most of this episode for my life, honestly.

Then they’re confused about there not being a person. But Sougo is just like ‘I gotta go study!’

Time Jacket kids are getting uneasy. This is totally justified given that later in the episode we clearly establish that dad has lost the plot--actually, he probably lost it a long time ago.

Sougo, why does math put you to sleep so fast, you might want to check that out.

The funny whirring sound every time Kikaider moves...

He’s cute, though, I like his smile.

The fact that if I did not know already I don’t think I’d believe this is the same actor who played Zamigo is a testament to this guys skills, I think. He’s like... Sweet baby-face boy here. It’s kind of fascinating.

... Ice powers? Why does he have ice powers? Eh, whatever.

Geiz looks a little uncomfortable w/ this being another future Rider...

GEIZ LECTURE HIM ABOUT SLEEPING WHILE HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING.

This is so adorable. Came here to assassinate him, now here you are caring about his test scores. Yeah. You’re not getting fond of him all.

That tiny wave Shiro Woz does does not fit the Drama Chord that happens in the soundtrack when he and Tsukuyomi show up. I mean it when I say the only good things about Shiro and Kuro Woz are Keisuke. The actor is adorable and I love him. Strongly dislike both characters, though.

Not you, Woz.5, you’re an angel and I’m thrilled you were here.

Oh, hey. I just noticed that Tsukuyomi put her ‘future dress’ back on.

Let us mark to day at the first day the online translator actually properly translated Woz’s name.

Meanwhile, Geiz is genuinely shocked that she’s w/ Shiro Woz. I guess he didn’t think she was actually serious about turning on Sougo.

She’s like ‘how can you stay w/ Sougo?’ Unfortunately, Shiro Woz doesn’t give him a chance to even try and answer. He probably would have panicked about feelings anyway. Though maybe he would have admitted to having them, who knows.

... What was w/ the dramatic sound effect and zoom in? I mean, I like Keisuke’s face well enough, but... Why?

I just realise Tsukuyomi is paired off w/ a Woz again. Like, when Another Shinobi was there, she ended up hanging out w/ Kuro Woz, and now she’s hanging out w/ Shiro Woz. I guess this explains why the actors were kind of like that too.

I know Tsukuyomi’s doing a dramatic speech bout having to kill Sougo, but I am distracted by the hilarious facial expressions Keisuke is making in this scene.

Sorry, Tsukuyomi, but Geiz doesn’t actually want to do that anymore. And honestly, whose fault is that?

I love his reaction. Like, he’s clearly having ‘feelings panic’ but he does not look happy at the concept and is genuinely confused by her sudden shift in opinion. Like he doesn’t say it, and honestly, it’d sound kinda whiny if he did, but that look just totally read ‘But I don’t want to!?’ to me.

And then he still goes back to the shop. And he and Sougo proceed to have one of their usual, totally whacky interactions.

Aka, Geiz has no chill and is unnecessarily aggressive about everything.

Also, Sougo is chugging something that looks like five hour energies and that cannot be healthy.

Though the extra aggression might also be compensating for uncertainty w/ everything else.

Like, he seems pretty shaken by Tsukuyomi’s switch. I’m not sure what that flashback was supposed to indicate, but it made him stand down from bullying Sougo... Like, being hyper aggressive (as usual, admittedly) reminded him of her saying they had to defeat Sougo, and he backed off bc he didn’t want to think about that/deal w/ the association? Probably over analysing and making no sense, aren’t I?

Aaaaand... He’s down.

Poor Geiz. He was trying to have a genuine, open conversation, and Sougo just conks out.

No! Baby-face boy!

Tsukuyomi runs up the stairs, but Shiro Woz can’t be bothered. His legs are too long.

Geiz is working out his frustrations and concerns by punching the Another Rider. A valid outlet.

Tsukuyomi, maybe don’t do this while he’s working.

Geiz is just like ‘whatever, as long as you’re attacking the Another Rider.’

Why are you saying Geiz’s name like that? He’s the one who’s been still at the shop all day, dude.

Then Geiz just asks if Sougo learned anything from his dream. Literally there is nothing in this ending that makes me at all think Geiz was going w/ Tsukuyomi and Shiro Woz at the end. Kuro Woz can go off.

Okay, but what is that thing and WHERE DID IT COME FROM? I just assumed it was Sworz, but I guess it wasn’t? So... Who made this beetle thing? Why does it create Another Kikaider?

Sworz, the one person who never makes any effort to differentiate between he Wozes.

Sougo freaking tries to warn Heure. Yeah, Tsukuyomi, he’s obviously decided to become Puma Zi-O. Bc Puma Zi-O would totally try to save a Time Jacket.

Also:

God freaking damn it to hell! Sworz, I liked you!

Geiz is genuinely shocked at this. Like, there is literally nothing here indicating to me that he would actually follow Shiro Woz here, I’m not sure why they tried to imply that.

*continues grumbling bc I liked Sworz*

Of course, when I say ‘like’ I mean, like, in regards to liking evil characters. Not that I think he’s a good person and I want to be his friend.

After this I really don’t want to be his friend. The desire has gone into the negative.

Pretty sure Ora is going to be very slowly backing towards the door after seeing this. (also established by the next ep preview)

Something that also has occurred to me on this rewatch... What just happened here was Sworz forcing Heure to use/be used by/take what could be construed as a ‘power up’--which promptly causes him to lose control. ... Are they trying to foreshadow something here...? (I would actually love it if this were foreshadowing for what I want it to be foreshadowing for)

Oh, go off as well, Shiro Woz. Jerkface.

WAGA KYUURANGERS.

... I think that’s the first time he’s said that this ep.

Oh... I also just noticed Geiz looks at Tsukuyomi to see what she’s going to do...

I... Really don’t understand why they’re trying to claim Sougo’s on his own now? There was... Literally nothing to indicate that Geiz wanted to follow Shiro Woz or believed him at all? There was also nothing n this ending that seemed like it would prompt him to? So I’m just gonna say that until proven otherwise, he just decided to head back to the shop on his own to think. Maybe we can have a scene where Sougo gets back and is like ‘wait, you’re here?’ and Geiz is like ‘I’m sorry, you thought I was gonna follow that arsehole?’

Plus, like, the preview shows all three current Riders transforming together? Plus it’s talking about everyone working together. Even Ora’s getting in on the teaming together.

Which is quite sensible of her. I feel like there’s often times when a character in her position would be like ‘nah, I’m fine on my own’ or something, but Ora’s just like ‘yeah, nope. Not taking any chances.’

I know the ‘best friend’ title isn’t referring to my boys, but I can close my eyes pretend it is.

And the angst monster in my closet and I are both hoping that really was foreshadowing of what’s gonna happen w/ Geiz Revive in some way...

Also, I’m gonna make everyone look at this image again bc the visual cues in it are so important to me okay?

Like, yes, clearly Tsukuyomi’s still being ridiculous, but it’s set up like an ‘all sides meeting’ sort of scene and Geiz is standing next to Sougo:

That’s all, folks! Digital sesame red bean paste buns for anyone who read all that.

I am so glad they had Geiz stay w/ Sougo. I know a lot of people were assuming he was of Tsukuyomi’s mind, bc... I don’t know. I guess he never outright disagreed w/ her. But he’s still treating Sougo the same? Ish? Actually, he even seemed friendlier at points? Like he’s worried about him studying and actually tried to have a serious conversation w/ him? And he seemed genuinely bothered by Tsukuyomi’s decision? And I love this? And bc I love angst, I’ll love it even more if that was foreshadowing and that’s what happens later w/ however the Revive power up works? So long as we all come out of it okay. I’m still hoping this ‘fated battle’ never actually happens, or, at least, happens differently than is actually being presented.

Okay, okay. I think everyone gets the point.

#Kamen Rider Zi-O #Zi-O Spoilers #they cold absolutely still screw this up #I am well aware #tea and shirts are on standby #but I've learned to live in the moment w/ these shows #this episode was also a treat from my casual shipper perspective #my tiny SouGeiz raft that's still moored to the dock is also very happy #oh yeah I guess Kuro Woz is back next week?#where's that dude even BEEN?#also after next week it will be one less week until RYUSOULGER #yes part of the way I get through the week is thinking about how I can watch Toku at the end of it #^^;#have I mentioned I love Geiz?#my precious tsundere son #who they haven't ruined yet and I'm SO GLAD #Timey Wimey Rider

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saey-bae · 6 years

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HC: feisty taken!mc gets hit on

this is longer than i expected it to turn out

i’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did

headcanon up ahead

check out my masterpost here

Yoosung:

you and yoosung decide that a day at the zoo would be nice

animals and stuff, y'know?

gorgeous day- blue skies, fresh air, the works

but it’s also really fucking hot

so the two of you duck into the gift shop to browse

yoosung catches sight of a stuffed ! giraffe ! (((omg))) and he wanders off to check it out

you totally didn't stay behind to look at those little monkey stuffies with velcro patches on the palms and feet

oh my god they have neon orange monkeys?

"hey beautiful"

you freeze in the midst of sticking one of the monkey's palms to its foot

that wasn't your bby yooyoo

you slap on a smile as you turn to see a guy leering at you

"hi"

"what's a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?"

wtf man it's a zoo why CAN'T I BE HERE ALONE AT A ZOO

calm down mc calm down ok you can do this

"listen, i'm not here-"

then he does it

he touches the boat butt

INSTANT RAGE COURSES THROUGH YOU

"hey! what do you think you're doing to my girlfriend?" yandere!yoosung appears behind you somewhere, having finally surfaced from the world of animal stuffies, but you're one step ahead

you crack the guy across the face

he's reeling from shock, staring at you as he touches his reddening cheek

"don't you ever go around doing that to me or other women again, or i'll fucking hunt you down myself"

yoosung's arm is around your waist

he's glaring daggers at the guy, but once the two of you leave the gift shop he's smiling his megawatt smile

he bestows upon you a kiss and a stuffed giraffe

"you. are. fantastic."

Zen:

it was opening night of a minor production

it also happened to be your debut as a musical actress- with you as the lead

oh god were you nervous about it

zen, as the doting and loving boyfriend he was, soothed your worries and handed you a bouquet of roses as you waited in your dressing room

"knock 'em dead, jagiya"

your love for him knew no bounds

and with that, you actually did knock 'em dead literally

nailed it~

after the curtains drew and the audience left, you were surrounded by cast and crew members

much praise, so love

giddy on happiness, you looked around for zen

but someone taller than you was in your way

you looked up to see your co-star, the other lead in the play

"hey mc, i wanted to tell you for a while now, but i wasn't sure how to bring it up..."

curious

you peered up at him

"what it is?"

then he obscured your vision

smooch

"i know you're dating someone, but i kind of like you and i was wondering-"

you didn't think, didn't even hear his words- just saw red

and then you popped him one, right on the nose

gasp

the people around you stopped their celebrations to stare

"what the actually flippity flop fuck is wrong with you?" you screech

he touched his nose, winced

broken? maybe?

you didn't care

an arm wrapped around you from behind as the asshole co-star was led off by one of the stagehands

were you going to hit someone else tonight? BRING IT ON YOU WERE ON FIRE THE IMMIGRANT SONG WAS PLAYING ON REPEAT IN YOUR HEAD FITE ME M8

"i can't believe that was my princess doing that"

so much pride in zen's gentle voice. it brought instant relief

you collapsed leaned back against him, though something else caught your eye

he had offered you another bouquet of roses

where you get so many roes from?

you turned in his arms and gave him a noisy kiss, giggling

"you spoil me"

then you stalled, seeing something else dancing in those crimson eyes of his

he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear

"i want every trace of that guy off you. i don't want you remembering the feeling of anyone's hands, body, or lips on you except for mine. you're mine, jagiya, do you understand? the only wolf who gets to play with you is me."

it was followed by zen sweeping you off in a princess hold before he headed back to your dressing room

well o shit

Jaehee:

I'm not really sure how to do Jaehee's? Honestly, I'm not super fond of her character so far -she's really uptight?- and I don't really have a good grasp of how she would react without being generic. Sorry. Hopefully I'll understand her better when I play her route.

Jumin:

you were at a dinner with juju and his father (new girlfriend, too) as well as one of his father's long-time associates who also happened to be a Very Important Frand™

nervous as you were, your great personality really shone under the pressure and you impressed the associate

goal accomplished

but maybe you impressed him too much

bc after you headed off to the bathroom and did your bizzness, you came out to find him waiting for you in the hall

the man descended on you like a hawk

he buttered you all up, basically backing you up until he had you kabedon'd but you wouldn't give

"what does that jumin boy give you that i cannot? if you're worried about lifestyle, i can lavish you with diamonds and riches beyond your wildest dreams. if you're worried about the bedroom, i'll assure you that i've aged like fine wine"

uhh but i don't want your wrinkly sausage

you pushed him back before he could kiss you, but you didn't want to land a blow in case you got your ass sued or killed the man

ok but it was pretty fifty-fifty that you'd snap at this point

"you listen to me, and listen well because i'll only say this once; i love jumin. more than anything. my love can't be bought with money, nor with promises of treasure and luxury. he could be penniless and without a name, and he would still have my heart"

man was shooketh

you smiled real sweet "excuse my language, but sir, go fuck yourself"

"mc..."

you paled. jumin was standing at the end of the hall, watching the two of you

you had learned to read him pretty well

or so you thought

those beautiful grey eyes held no distinguishable emotion

the man quickly excused himself as jumin walked over

you panicked

he pulled you into a hug

whaaaaat?

"each day, i keep thinking that i couldn't possibly love you anymore than i already do. how do you always prove me wrong?"

jumin pls we're standing outside the washrooms and the lady passing by is giving us a weird look

you're crushing me, let's crunch out a real cheesy line so he'll let go and we can snuggle it out somewhere else

"because our love is only going to continue to grow"

chokes

jumin bby how are you so strong for someone who only plays golf?

Seven:

didn't happen, you two never go outside

you were begging saeyoung to go to the supermarket

please

707 may be able to sustain himself on PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips, but 606 was going to die if she didn't get any vegetables

or rice i'm asian dammit saeyoung

he grumbled, but he did end up taking you out to a proper supermarket

while you picked through the carrots, he meandered off to replenish his PhD Pepper stockpile

“hey pretty lady”

what the actual f u c k who says that aside from baba mitsunari

you turned, clearly annoyed

“not interested. i have a boyfriend”

but the guy kept persisting

the nerve

you just about had it with flirty mcfly Certified Creeper™ who was practically leaning over you now, leering

“hey!”

seven had his hand around your wrist in a second, pulling you towards him, irritation clear on his features as he regarded the other dude

your bby was so cute when he was trying to defend you but where the heckyeck did he come from

before your boyfriend could get a word in, you sealed his lips with a passionate kiss

what better way to prove to someone you were utterly in love right????devouring their face in public seems like a good option

mmph

he practically melted under your touch, his lips melding with yours as he kissed you back fervently

when the two of you came up for air, creepy dude was gone

seven grinned at you

“agent 606, that was pretty hot”

let’s say when you got back home, the groceries were left unpacked for an hour or two

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme headcanon #mysme yoosung #mysme jumin han #jumin han #mysme zen #hyun ryu #mysme 707 #707 #saeyoung choi #mysme seven #cheritz

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years

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Stupidly Obvious (Remus x Reader)

Character: Remus Lupin ft .Wingman Sirius Black

Fandom: Harry Potter/Marauders

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Gryffindor!Reader

Title: Stupidly Obvious

Requested by anon:

remus x reader where she’s best friends with the marauders(but she doesn’t know about the animagus stuff) and he has an obvious (not for her ofc) crush on her and they get him to ask her to the yule ball. but it’s a full moon and remus has to leave with a shitty excuse and reader is super sad bc she thinks she’s not good enough for him. reader leaves and goes to the shrieking shack, a secret hiding place of hers to be alone. there she meets the marauders in there animal form and she is super shocked that remus is a werewolf and he almost attacks her but sirius saves her & later in the morning when remus turns back they meet at the black lake alone&he says sorry & he wants to confess to her but he thinks she will never like a werewolf like him. So Sirius steps in and ends their misery by saying that they like each other so why don’t they just kiss.fluff pls thx♡♡

A/N: This is the first proper imagine of the Marauders I’m writing, so bear with me! I hope it was accurate and I got the characterization right and that it was any good :P

I smiled when I saw the four of them walking my direction, with James stupidly shouting my name to make me laugh and Sirius jokingly winking an eye at me. Peter smiled at me in silence, and Remus just stared at me shyly.

I had been friends with those four ever since we were all sorted in Gryffindor back in our first year, and Remus had never acted that way around me, and I couldn’t really understand why.

Lately he had been behaving strangely, they all had! But specially him, as he seemed always quieter than usual, not to mention flustered and shy. I asked him multiple times, but he would always brush it off or change the subject.

The other three weren’t much help either, because they would change the subject as well. I felt like I was missing something, not understanding those complicity glances and low giggles they sent each other.

“Hey, Y/N” James was the first one to speak up, stepping up and placing a friendly arm over my shoulders. “Remus here wants to talk to you”

“Really?” I replied, excited that he was willing to face me. “What is it?”

Remus finally seemed to relax his tense posture and his concerned expression as he warmly smiled at me.

“I wanted to…” He began to say, pursing his lips together as though he couldn’t find the right words.

“Just be honest and straightforward, Remus” Sirius whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear, just as he pushed his friend closer to me.

“I just wanted to ask you…” Almost asking them for support, Remus looked over his shoulder to the rest, who nodded encouragingly. “If you have a date for the dance”

“Not yet…” I pouted and rolled my eyes. “No one asked me”

“Would you go with me?” He asked instantly after, so fast that I hardly understood what he said.

“Yeah, sure!” I smiled in excitement, knowing how fun it would be to go with one of my best friends. “Such a good idea, just go with a friend! I should have thought-“

I interrupted myself because, behind him, James and Sirius were making weird gestures, shaking their heads and ushering me to stop talking. And Peter just watched me with wide eyes.

“Eh… exactly” Remus piped up in the end after a moment of silence.

He dedicated me a weak smile before he turned around and left where he came from. Peter followed him, and I noticed how he made wide gestures to him in an attempt to catch his attention.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Sirius and James, confused.

“Nothing, Y/N” James patted my shoulder, with a mysterious smile, and went to reunite with the others.

“Just… dress up for the dance and get pretty, okay?” Sirius chuckled as his arm casually fell over my shoulders.

We started walking to the Great Hall, and so I chuckled and pushed him a little.

“Are you saying I have to dress up to be pretty, Sirius?”

“I wouldn’t dare, Y/N, not unless I want to be turned into a frog”

I was oddly jittery when the day of the dance came. Everyone was rushing, pacing and hurrying as they prepared to go to the Yule Ball.

I stood before the mirror, watching my reflection thoughtfully. If it weren’t because my roommate assured me that I looked great, I would have been very self-conscious about it.

Honestly, I couldn’t understand why I was so nervous! I was just going to meet with my friend Remus and hang out with the rest of my friends as usual. With the small difference that we were all dressed up and we were going to a dance. Why was that any different from any other regular day?

Taking a deep breath, I left the bedrooms and passed through the Gryffindor Common Room until I made it to Great Hall, where the Yule Ball was being held at.

I glanced around looking for my friends until I found them. It wasn’t too hard, as they were being loud and rambunctious as usual. Smiling to myself, I walked over to them. They hadn’t noticed me yet.

James and Sirius were talking amongst them, and I could have sworn I heard my name being spoken in the conversation.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back?” I playfully told them, interrupting them.

“Y/N!” James smirked at me, eyeing me up and down.

“Wait until Remus sees you” Sirius chuckled in disbelief. “You look great!”

I glanced at Peter as he was silent, and he just smiled at me.

It was probably the first time we saw each other out of our usual school tunics, or at least into something so fanciy, and it was quite the sight. To witness them wearing tuxedo like outfits was strange yet oddly charming. And for once, James had managed to comb that mess of a hair.

“Where is he, by the way?” I asked them, strangely eager to see him.

“He was a little nervous, he’s taking his time” James winked at me in a way that I didn’t really understand.

I frowned and opened my mouth to ask, but Sirius interrupted me.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” His smirk had a mischievous hint to it as he leaned an elbow over my shoulders.

“No…” I lied, gently pushing him away from me.

“You do look nervous” Peter pointed out.

“Shut up, I don’t!”

“You better not be lying, because here he comes”

I quickly turned around, hurriedly combing my hair hoping they weren’t messing with me. But indeed, there he was. Remus looked very handsome, and I nearly melted at the tender smile he dedicated me when he saw me. His eyes were dripping with fondness as he approached me.

“Y/N!” Kindly, he took my hands in his. “You look… beautiful! So beautiful!”

“You don’t look too bad yourself” I grinned at him.

I could hear Sirius and James muttering behind us, even giggling. But I was too smitten with Remus to pay attention to them.

It had been a lovely evening, like a beautiful dream. Perfect.

I had fun with my friends, slow danced with Remus and talked and laughed a lot. But all good things must come to an end. In this case, rather, the magic spell was broken when Remus left behind his calm yet jittery behavior, which was replaced with a panicked and hurried one.

Had I done something wrong? Was it something I said? Why did he look so frantic and worried all of a sudden?

“I knew this was a bad idea…” I heard him whispering to himself as he broke away from our embrace.

“Re-Remus?” I spluttered, completely astonished.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to go, I…” His eyes wouldn’t meet mine as he struggled to get away from me, despite my efforts to hold him back.

“What’s wrong?” I urged him, desperately trying to get him to stay, to linger in the closeness and intimacy.

“I… There’s something I… I’m sorry”

Seeing as he wasn’t giving me a clear answer, I turned to the other three. They exchanged glanced of concern in silence, almost forgetting I was there with them.

“We gotta go” Sirius hurriedly mumbled, urging them all outside.

“Sorry” Peter turned to me one last time before leaving me there. Alone.

Resigned, I sat down and heaved a big sigh.

I couldn’t understand, they didn’t give me a proper explanation! They didn’t give me an excuse, not even a crappy one! Was it really that bad?

It was me, wasn’t it? Remus noticed we were getting too affectionate and romantic and he didn’t like the idea of it. Was I not good enough for him? I thought he enjoyed being with me! Why did he abandon me like that then, so hurriedly? Did I really scare him off?

Maybe I was just deceiving myself thinking he might like me. Maybe he just left, dragging the rest along with him, because he saw things were getting out of hand. He just… ditched me!

I absently looked up, feeling a painful and empty sadness taking over me. All across the room were happy couples talking, dancing or laughing together. It was almost like they were reminding me what I could be doing at that moment with the boy that, I realized, I liked. That I really really liked.

I only noticed when I started craving something I didn’t have. Something that I nearly got but that was snatched from me.

Heartbroken and miserable, I stood up and left the dance. There was only one place I wanted to be at, and it was far far away from there.

A place that somehow helped me think and calm down when I was upset. Perhaps because of the feeling of isolation it gave me, that I could relate to when I was in a mood bad enough to seek it.

Taking advantage of the secret passage way of the Whomping Willow that the boys had told me about –which they discovered not too long ago and were planning to write down, along with the others that would someday hopefully help other lawbreakers like themselves -, I headed for the Shrieking Shack in the hopes that it would comfort me enough to then go back to Hogwarts.

I thought I might, but I didn’t cry. I just sat there, alone, trying to keep my mind blank. And eventually, the silent environment of the Shrieking Shack –even though everyone called it so, whenever I went there everything remained quiet, which confirmed that the abandoned house wasn’t haunted like the rumors said –along with the calm ambiance of the night, helped me calm down. I was still upset, of course, but I was feeling a little better.

Just as I wondered why the Shrieking Shack was called like that if I never heard any shrieking in it, a shrill scream sounded in the distance. I gasped, frightened, and stood up.

Absently brushing the dust off my dress, I stood up and stared at the direction the shriek came from.

Knowing the best idea would be to hide from the danger, I left the room and went to the next room when I heard hurried footsteps coming closer.

I peaked at the door, somewhat curious to see what was happening. Four voices talked over each other, frantic and almost panicked. But… they sounded familiar.

“We’re almost there, hold on!”

“Fight it, you can do it!”

“I can’t!”

“It’s too late!”

I gasped when I saw none other than Remus Lupin, being held down by James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Because it seemed like he was… changing. Shifting.

His features were elongating and becoming sharper and wilder. Almost like those of an animal. What was happening?!

Too worried to think straight, I jumped out of my hiding place and revealed my presence to them.

“Remus?” I muttered, even if my voice came out lower than I intended.

Startled by my sudden presence there, the three boys turned to me in awe. Until Remus fully shifted into a werewolf. And because they were distracted by me, he escaped from their grip.

I screamed as I saw him lunge at me, completely rid from his human side as the moonlight entered through the cracks of the planked windows. I should have known.

While I waited for him to inevitably tackle me and hurt me, my mind did something strange. It slowed time and I found myself thinking back.

Back to other nights that also happened to be full moon, in which Remus would excuse himself and disappeared for many hours. Back to the mornings he returned, worn out and exhausted, and would never explain what happened to him, no matter how much I asked.

Part of me always knew there was something going on. Part of me figured Remus was a werewolf, piecing everything together. But the conscious side of me preferred to see Remus as I always did. The calm, kind and gentle boy I liked so much.

The werewolf side of him clashed so much with the other one that I just refused to believe it. Until then.

When Remus was tackling me to the ground, hurting my arm as I hit it when I fell. I screamed out in pain and terror, but his fangs never made contact with my skin.

I realized I had shut my eyes tight when I had to open them to see what was going on. A big black dog was defending me, tearing the werewolf form of Remus away from me.

To make sure my friends were safe, I looked over to my friends. James and Peter were still there, but where had Sirius gone to?!

Unless… the black dog was Sirius.

Once Remus was temporarily dazed by the attack, the dog glanced at the boys and then at me. Without further ado, the dog turned back into Sirius, who gripped my wrist and dragged me away from there in a rush.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! What the hell is going on, Sirius?!”

“Remus is a werewolf”

“That much I figured myself”

“We became animagi to help him” Sirius urgently tugged at me so I would walk faster, never making eye contact. “James is a stag and Peter is a rat”

“Why hadn’t you told me?” I exclaimed, outrage by what I was just finding out. “I had the right to now!”

“We wanted to tell you” Sirius only stopped once we were at the end of the passage way, near the Whomping Willow. “But Remus refused, he was afraid of letting you know”

“Why? I don��t understand, Sirius, why…”

“There’s no time for that right now, you need to get to safety” He shook his head vehemently. “Besides, that’s not for me to say”

“But-“

“Go to school, and don’t come back here”

“What?! I’m not gonna-“

“Promise, Y/N”

Watching the urgency and concern in his eyes, I sighed and obliged.

“I promise, Sirius” I nodded and he nodded back.

Then he disappeared back inside to assist our friends on restraining Remus.

I resigned myself to keep my promise and went back to Hogwarts. And even though it was night time and everyone had left the ball to go to sleep, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at all that night.

The next day everything felt hazy like a dream.

It was not strange in our wizarding world, but discovering the boy I liked was a werewolf and my best friends were animagi was quite the shock. I was still trying to completely wrap my mind around the idea.

However, I went to Remus in the Common Room and asked him to meet later. And there we were, even if we were supposed to be talking and we hadn’t said a word so far.

We just walked in silence, being awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe asking Remus to talk and sort things out wasn’t the best idea, but I refused to let him go so easily. Even if it was as a friend, I wanted to keep him around.

And for that we needed to clarify some things, like what happened the other day. I wasn’t stupid, I knew a werewolf when I saw one. But why did he keep it from me? Why did the rest of them know and not me? Did he not trust me?

Every now and then he would look at me and open his mouth, just to regret it and resign himself to remain quiet. I wanted to say something myself, but I didn’t know what. After all, he was the one that needed to explain himself.

Remus cleared his throat as we walked alongside the Black Lake.

“I’m sorry” He uttered in the end, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

“For what?” I piped up as well, but he didn’t reply.

I stared at him, silently urging him to speak up. But he just frowned and looked down to the ground. He seemed troubled.

“I knew you two would be here doubting yourselves and not confessing!” A voice said behind us, startling us.

As we looked over our shoulders, we saw our dear friend Sirius running our direction to catch up with us.

“Sirius, what…?” Remus began saying, but his friend’s glare shut him up.

“Wait, confessing?” I asked, eyeing them intensely.

“He thinks you will think differently of him for being a werewolf” I had never seen our friend so fed up, he even rolled his eyes tiredly.

“Why would I?” I turned to Remus, gently squeezing his upper arm to reinforce my words. “You can’t control it, it’s who you are when you’re Remus that matters to me”

With the corner of my eye, I saw Sirius grinning widely at my words. Almost proudly.

Remus, on the other hand, seemed taken aback by my response. He didn’t react at first, until he smiled just a little and locked eyes with me.

“Really? I thought that-“ He began to say, just to be interrupted by Sirius.

“Why don’t you just stop being stupid?” He shoved us both a little. “You like each other, it should be obvious!”

I felt my cheeks burning and knew that I was blushing. It was a cheeky thing to say, but it somehow reassured me despite my embarrassment.

I was right, Remus did enjoy being with me! He did like me! So it was probably his fear of rejection why he kept everything from me. It was that what held him back from telling me the truth, from telling me everything.

“It’s so stupidly obvious!” Sirius groaned in exasperation.

“So you do like me back” I uttered with a happy chuckle.

“Like you back?” Remus was dumbfounded, and I noticed he was blushing a little as well.

“There we go” Sirius seemed to finally calm down, because he crossed his arms in satisfaction. “Now kiss”

“Sirius…” I whined in annoyance. “You’re embarrassing-”

Remus did, in fact, kiss me. It took me by surprise and I probably blushed even more, judging by the bright chuckle coming from Sirius. But Remus was smiling at me as he broke away, in a wide and calm tender gesture.

That was the Remus I knew and loved. In fact, the Remus I now knew more.

#imagine #oneshot #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders oneshot #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #reader insert #requested #faves #sirius black #james potter

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lassieposting · 6 years

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I’m in a ridiculously sappy mood so: the “oh no he’s hot”, the “am I crushing??”, and “I’m in love” moment for val and skul individually

alkdfhldskfhladskfhlkd bless u moonie this was exactly the kind of cute i needed today

this post is three pages in word but contains no capital letters and minimal punctuation rip

VAL

oh no he’s hot:

“I know you are not about to strike my partner” is a big one. like a lot of the time, val basically wants skulduggery to butt out, she can handle herself and she doesn’t need any guy standing up for her. however! angry alpha skul is Hot and she does also kinda need his support at that point so

also: when she sees him in his war gear. leather. thigh holster. big badass sword. like. val would be dtf wartime general skul, hands down

(also like. in any resurrection!au, time travel!au or whatever where skuldug has a body, bedhead!skuldug gives val life)

am i crushing?

i mean i feel like val has had a lowkey crush on skulduggery since like, age 13, and she’s always been aware of it, and she’s embarrassed about it, and she refuses to admit it to anyone, but

she starts actually accepting it after davina marr calls her out. like, actually having someone bring it up to her in conversation - and tbh, the fact that marr didn’t like. mock her for it or tell her how disgusting it is to crush on skuldug - kind of pushes her to confront her own feelings.

and like tbh because she’s so young at this point her biggest concern isn’t that he wouldn’t feel the same, bc she doesn’t expect him to. she knows at that age that skul is Unavailable & it takes fuckin years for her to actually think of him as like. a dude that she could possibly have. but it terrifies her that he wouldn’t take her seriously. like. someone telling skuldug about her crush and then having him burst out laughing at her or give her the patronising “it happens to us all” talk would mortify her. Nobody Can Ever Know

aaaaand then ofc he’s back and completely insane and she has like six months or whatever of looking after him to deal with and anything else kind of gets pushed out of her mind bc he needs her very badly right now and like. she’s so glad to have him back. even if he’s nuts, she doesn’t care. & his wellbeing is very much a priority for her and her teenage feelings are very much not, so she just sort of leaves it be

i’m in love

so like. the obvious one is when she thinks he’s about to die and they’re standing in front of the accelerator and she blurts out that she loves him, but tbh i feel like she’s more concerned with realising she’s about to lose him than with ~the sudden realisation of her feelings~ so like

i’m really fond of the idea that while she’s in meek ridge she like, occasionally gets very lonely and tries out one night stands and makes some very bad decisions on tinder and like. bc she’s a detective, over the five years she realises that a) her one-night stands seem to fit a pattern (tall, charming, attractive voice) and b) she doesn’t really get anything out of them? because they’re just…poor substitutes for skulduggery. and like. the sex is one thing but afterwards if they want to cuddle or talk or whatever she gets really avoidant and like. kicks them out. because it’s really hitting her now that she’s got her rocks off that they’re not skulduggery, skulduggery is like four thousand miles away and she’s all on her own and maybe he won’t even be talking to her when she comes back - if she comes back - because she abandoned him and like

idk man i just feel like her Feelings™ hit her really hard at that point and she ends up eating her weight in pop tarts while listening to all his old voicemail messages

and then get jazzy on it happens once she’s realised this

SKUL

oh no she’s hot

when he sees val in her requiem ball dress that he bought. she just like. he doesn’t need to breathe but she takes his non-existent breath away. like skuldug has seen val in her standard ‘work clothes’ and he’s also seen her in ratty sweats and a dublin football jersey bc she does sleep over at his by this point, even if she’s on the couch, but like. the last time he saw her in a nice dress she was what, 13? and pouting, bc she didn’t want to be there, and she didn’t want to be wearing a dress, and she was mad at him

so like all of a sudden here she is and she’s very much a Young Woman and she looks all elegant and shit and hes just

like the tongue he doesn’t have stops working it’s not pretty

and by the time she actually gets to him bc girls take ages to walk anywhere in high heels he’s sorted himself out enough to be all smooth with the “you’re always beautiful”

also. vile has a massive one of these the first time he gets to fight darquesse, bc vile is a fuckin sadomasochist of epic proportions and dq trying to literally kill him is Hot, apparently, and it becomes considerably more difficult for skulduggery to like. dodge his feelings after that. because vile is not subtle. at all. and after that every time someone mentions darquesse/val vile-in-the-back-of-skulduggerys-head gets all ~excited~ and skul has to try and hush him so he can focus and like. vile knows you lyin skulduggery why you always lyin

am i crushing??

honestly i feel like the first time he asks himself this is when he’s ass-deep in ball gowns at the most expensive store google could recommend to him, trying to find something for her to wear to the requiem ball. like? he knows her well enough at this point to work out a) what would suit her and b) what she would like, without ever having seen her in a super posh dress before but girl clothes are hard

and like. at some point in the middle of umm-ing and aah-ing over whether val would prefer a sweetheart neckline or a round one, he does kind of pause and go wait, am i…?

because this is the kind of thing he’s always done for the special lady in his life. he shows affection by spending ridiculous amounts of money - he remembers feeling just as out of his depth in a 1700s dress shop looking for something for his wife as he does now, shopping for valkyrie. (although at least things were done by measurements back then…what on earth is a ‘size 12′?)

but then the woman who’s been bringing him dresses for the past twenty minutes helpfully tells him the exorbitant price tag of the one he’s holding and points out that the young lady in question will also need shoes and (potentially) appropriate underwear and his wallet and his brain are both screaming but he wants val to feel like the prettiest girl in the room at the ball and he forgets all about it tbh bc he’s Stressed

it comes up again a year later while he’s getting his house done up for val, and this time, he takes it seriously. it’s costing him an inordinate amount of money, and he’s doing it purely so that he can spend more time with her. so that she can sleep in her own bed at his house, and make her own meals in the kitchen if she wants to, and not have to go home when she needs to shower. so that he can keep her with him when she’s hurt, where he knows she’s safe. so that he’s got like. the noise and clutter and all that nonsense that she brings into his home. he wants her to have a home with him.

and like. skul’s old. he’s been here before, he knows he’s got The Feelings. like he’s mad, bc he promised himself No More Feelings, but, eh. that is a lost battle.

and he’s been gently flirting with her since the requiem ball, but he’s doing his best to ignore that

i’m in love

when he goes to pick her up from america. he’s had five years of being…not quite right. and like, he knows it’s because val isn’t there with him, he knows he misses her, he knows he wishes she’d come home, but he doesn’t realise quite how badly he’s been doing until he’s on her front porch looking at her and she’s looking at him and everything just. falls right back into place. like he’s home now.

it’s the same feeling he used to get when he’d come home from the front and his wife’s face would just light up at the sight of him even though he hadn’t bathed properly in days or longer and he looked horrific

like she literally is his home at this point, he’d probably have done better if he’d gone to america with her rather than be without her for that long

(basically, everyone else knew skulduggery was in love before skulduggery did.)

#mooncactus #valdug #like seriously don't read this if yall dont like valdug bc its SMUSHY]#and i have FEELINGS #I AM HAVING AN E M O T I O N #sp headcanons #skulduggery pleasant

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hipchub · 6 years

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hi pls write a drabble abt harry and louis are in highschool and theyre boyfriends and beau is harry's lil sister and louis is so intimated by her glares that's why louis doesn't often go to harry's home and cue in beau liking louis after they did a food fight in anne's kitchen (this is based on bunboyfriend's (?) post and I want u to write it bc ur the love of my life)

this is so adorable and i probably can’t do it justice but i tried

based off of this post

“your tie looks like shit.” louis startled and turned around, groaning loudly in annoyance when he found his sister, lottie, slouched against his door frame, eyeing him.

“i’m aware of that, thanks,” he snapped in agitation, twisting around to once again face his full-body mirror and fumble with the stiff fabric hugging his black-collared neck. he heard a shuffle behind him and watched mutely through the glass as lottie sauntered into the room and threw herself onto his unmade bed.

“i don’t get why you’re so nervous. haven’t you two been dating for like… ever?” she asked, tilting her head, cocking an eyebrow, and resting her cheek on her fist.

“we haven’t been dating ‘for like ever’,” louis said, huffing and pushing the tail of the tie over the poorly-made knot. “we’ve only been dating for two months and twenty-four days,” he paused while lottie groaned, “and i happen to be meeting his family—his whole family—tonight over dinner.”

“so what? you’ve known him and his family for months, louis. it’s not like it’s that big of a deal.” she laid back on the mattress and strewn clothing, and stared up at the grease and ryan gosling posters shamelessly pinned to the ceiling.

“occasionally saying ‘hi’ to his mum after spending most the night in his room is not the same as meeting his family,” louis said irritably. after failing for the tenth time to properly tie his tie, he groaned and yanked it from his neck. “if all you’re gonna do is judge me, then get out of my room,” he said angrily, glaring at her while he fixed the leafs of his collar.

lottie stared blankly at him before pushing herself from the bed and walking out of the room. after his door shut, louis, through the wood, could hear her yell, “mum, louis kicked me out of his room because he’s too whipped for his stupid boyfriend to talk to me!”

an hour later, louis was stood in front of the styles’ door with a bouquet of red roses and an expensive bottle of chardonnay. he nervously threaded his fingers through his quaffed hair again despite his mother’s previous protests (“it looks lovely,” jay said after louis’ countless attempts to fix his hair, smiling fondly and gently straightening up louis’ collar. “you look lovely, boobear”). the cold breeze and onpouring snow made the eighteen-year-old shiver, and his nerves nearly convinced him to leave with the excuse of a cold he’d caught due of the awful, wintery weather.

before he could second-guess himself again, the door was swinging open, warm air was pouring out and engulfing his frigid frame, and harry’s mum, a beautiful woman wearing a very festive apron, was standing in the doorway with a wide, welcoming smile etched on her face. “louis! come in, come in,” she said, opening the door wider and allowing him to step in.

“hi, miss twist,” louis greeted sheepishly, shuffling inside and standing semi-awkwardly with his gifts in hand.

“please, call me anne.” she smiled and kindly took his jacket, hanging it on the familiar coat stand beside the door.

“um, this,” he stuck out the bottle of wine, “is for you…”

anne graciously took the bottle and read the label. “thank you so much, louis.” before she could question him about the commute over in the subdue snow blizzard, however, harry began making his way down the stairs, calling out a rhetorical, “is he here?” a short moment later, harry’s fuzzysock-clad feet met the last step and his gaze met his finely-dressed boyfriend’s.

stunning would be an understatement, louis thought when his eyes landed on harry, his gorgeous, utterly gorgeous boyfriend. “h,” he whispered in an almost inaudible greeting, breath quite literally stolen from him by the genuine reincarnation of aphrodite standing a few feet before him. “these, uh—these are for you,” louis said in a stammer, thrusting the bouquet forward and nervously tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

harry’s eyes widened and lit up, and, louis swears, not even the stars could compare. his shy smile was beautiful (as always), lips red-bitten and hands cautious as he took the bouquet and brought it to his nose, smelling the roses like some duchess in one of the many rom-coms harry’s had him watch. christ, louis was gone for him.

“thank you,” harry said in awe, making no move to say anything else.

anne, seeing as the two could and would easily just continue to stare at each other for the rest of the night, cut in, throwing a smirk to harry’s older sister, gemma, at the dining table. “how about i put these in water for you, and you two can take a seat at the dinner table?” with gentle hands, she removed the flowers from harry’s grip and left towards the kitchen without receiving a reply.

after a moment, louis shuffled forward and grabbed harry’s hand, taking a second to admire the nude nail polish, and smiled down at the boy. “you look lovely,” he whispered softly, eyeing the light purple knit sweater and black jeans. “made of lightening.”

a pink dusting painted harry’s cheeks and he pushed at louis’ chest, hiding his blush behind his fist and his movement towards the table. “shut up,” he said, glancing back at the older boy and sitting opposite of his elder sister.

sitting down at the table across from harry’s younger sister, beau, the nerves flooded louis’ mind and body again, accompanied by a bouncing leg, clammy palms, and butterflies in his tummy. he would hate to ever admit that an innocent, little girl was the main cause for his anxiousness, but she was.

the little curly-haired brunette was why harry and louis’ hangouts were usually at louis’ rather than harry’s, and, if they went to harry’s, the reason why it was usually later at night rather than in the evening when beau was awake. harry tried to get louis to admit to his fears after louis hastily shot down the idea of babysitting beau with harry one night, but louis flat-out refused. it wasn’t his fault beau’s glares and crossed arms intimidated him. harry tried to tell him it was beau’s way of protecting her big brother, and that she was actually a real sweetheart, but louis couldn’t stand the thought of harry’s family members hating him, hence the nerves.

currently, as predicted, beau was making a foul face at louis, making him frown and shift his gaze to the generously-sized breadbasket before him. when harry’s hand landed on his denim-clad thigh, louis decided to make an effort to not let beau’s looks bother him, and just accept that she was only trying to protect her best friend (well, ‘best friend’ according to harry. apparently she was quite fond of a girl called naomi, but that’s none of louis’ business).

when anne came back to the table moments later, she was accompanied by a large array of food as well as gemma, who’d preciously excused herself from an interesting conversation about her university in order to help her mum. harry and louis helped, too, laying the plates out onto the table while anne opened the bottle of chardonnay for her and gemma to enjoy.

dishing out the food lasted about five minutes because of how much there was. louis’ plate resembled a rochester garbage plate; cornbread, chicken, bread, mashed potatoes, and macaroni lay on top of one another in a heap of butter, calories, and heaven. harry’s plate, as well as the rest of the family’s, mimicked his, and louis was honestly salivating; he couldn’t wait to dig in and experience the kind of stuffed that only usually happened on christmas day.

an hour and a half later, plates cleared off, room full of uplifted chatter between louis and harry’s family, and harry’s hand openly wrapped in louis’, louis’ nerves were gone. after the obvious shift in his mood whenever meeting beau’s scornful and pouty gaze (either that or the fact louis let her have the last bread roll), beau eased up a bit on her silent punishment for him.

“well, i say we take this to the living room and have dessert?” anne suggested, starting to stand up and clear off the absolute clutter of dishes.

being the oldest in a primarily female household and having been used to helping his mum out, louis was quick to his feet. “no, no, miss twist,” louis said, not missing the small protest of, “it’s anne,” from her. “let us take care of it.”

upon their own request, harry and louis stacked and brought all the utensils, plates, and bowls into the kitchen (careful not to drop anything) and set up a system of washing (harry) and drying (louis) while gemma, anne, and beau situated themselves in the living room and looked for a family-friendly movie to watch.

“so, that wasn’t too bad, hm?” harry asked with a cheeky smirk dancing on his lips after a few minutes of quietness.

“no, it wasn’t…” louis said, trailing off as he ran a towel over the inside of what was the mashed potatoes bowl. “it wasn’t bad at all. you were right, as usual.”

“’as usual’,” harry repeated.

“as usual,” louis said, looking at harry and smiling. “as usual you were right. as usual you look absolutely handsome. as usual i want to kiss you.”

harry giggled and rolled his eyes, shutting off the water and placing the last plate in the dishrack. “what would i ever do without you, romeo?” harry said teasingly.

“well, for one, you’d have to dry all these dishes by yourself,” louis said. harry laughed loudly and quickly kissed louis’ cheek (when louis tapped his lips, harry responded, “not in front of the children,” despite them being alone) before heading towards the living room. “get the dessert, please and thank you!”

louis laughed and watched warmheartedly as harry walked from the room to join his family. he finished drying the dishes in a few minutes’ time, stacking them all beside the sink rack because the cabinets were foreign and he didn’t want to intrude, and neatly folding the towels back. he was carrying the dessert, a plate of skillfully blue frosted cupcakes, into the living room when beau barged into the kitchen and bumped into louis, causing him to drop almost half of the cupcakes (mainly onto her).

louis stood, jaw dropped open in shock. “oh, my god,” he whispered, staring at beau’s frosting-covered cheeks and silk pajamas, and seeing his life flash before his eyes. “i am—i am so, so sorry, beau,” louis tried to apologize, turning to grab the roll of paper towel of its dispenser. except, louis hadn’t even been able reach the paper towel before he felt something small, dense, and wet impact his back.

having a sneaking suspicion, louis reached behind him and dipped his fingers into the blue sugary substance that now tainted the back of his shirt. he knew who the culprit was, which was why he quickly darted to the opposite end of the kitchen, plate of remaining cupcakes in hand, and crouched behind the marble island. “this means war,” he called out, gathering some frosting onto his fingertips and painting two lines under each of his eyes.

when he got no reply, louis tried to briefly loom over the countertop to get a verdict, but a green-frosted cupcake—where the hell did she get those? —came whizzing past his face, grazing him only slightly, and hit the faucet behind him. louis ducked, un-necessarily rolling across the tile before reloading his ammo and grabbing another cupcake. he poked his head out from the side of the island and blindly threw a cupcake, hoping it’d hit his desired target. if the unexpected laugh and the childish taunt of, “you suck!” was anything to go by, he horribly missed.

louis probably shouldn’t have started a cupcake war in the kitchen of his boyfriend’s house with said boyfriend’s little sister, but he figured he’d deal with the consequences later. he grabbed three more cupcakes and shouted, “fire away!” before throwing them all consecutively, rolling from his hideaway behind the cabinets and leaving himself out in the trenches.

beau smiled faintly and ducked all the oncoming cupcakes, pelting her own back at the teenager. louis grunted and dodged two, but was stuck with the third and fourth, frosting drenching his face. the war continued for several minutes before louis was absolutely coated in cake, a mix of blue and green frosting, and christmas-themed sprinkles.

“it’s a bloodbath,” he said, mock-crying as he fell backwards against the now-dirtied cabinets. “beau, if i don’t-” he coughed and spluttered, making beau giggle loudly in amusement, “-make it out alive… tell harry i, i-”

“hey lou—what the…?” harry stood in the doorway staring at the dessert-covered scene in front of him, mouth agape and eyes open wide.

“…oops?”

#this.. somehow ended up being 2k #sos #it's been Hours #i also suck at dialogue #so i apologize for this mess #asks #anon #my writing

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buckyismyaesthetic · 7 years

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Punk (Chap. 5)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2942

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error. Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry! Now, back to the story….

Abandoning Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner. You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle. “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled. “You okay?” Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.

You heard Bucky snort from behind and winced. Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from Indiana Jones. “He’s fine,” Bucky clapped him on the back. “Not even you could crack this thick skull.”

And with that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.

“Ay yo! What the hell’s that mean?!” he hollered. “And don’t touch my hair, man!” Sam’s voice carried down the hallway as he chased your best friend. A loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.

What does that mean? You asked yourself, thinking back to what Bucky’d said. ‘Not even you…’ What? Is that, like a fat thing? Like yeah, you’re clearly big and round and wrecking ball shaped so one might think that you’d be able to smash Sam’s bird brain like melon but…what? Or like, you’re almost, not quite, rhino sized but if you keep going for a lil’ bit longer you’ll get there?

You shook your head angrily at yourself. No, Bucky doesn’t think those things. You think those things. The nasty little gremlin in your head who stood over your shoulder when you looked in the mirror and parroted nasty thoughts and held a magnifying glass to every flaw. But what if all of the terrible things you thought were true. And what if Bucky could see them? What if everybody could see them? What if they all whispered about it behind your back saying, “Poor Y/N, no wonder she’s alone. Look at her. She’s so fat and ugly. Too big to be desired.” Just the thought of what the others might secretly think of you made your heart clench painfully.

Moving on autopilot as those nasty thoughts swirled around in your head, you found yourself standing gloomily in front of Natasha’s room. You twisted the handle and swung the door open, ready to declare defeat for a night that hadn’t even started, but you pulled up short at the sight before your eyes.

Clint and Natasha were standing in a passionate embrace next to the redhead’s bed. Her arms were wrapped around his neck while his hands cradled her face. They moved slowly, lost in the moment of being together and kissing so intimately. You leaned against the doorframe watching them for a minute. That was what you wanted with Bucky. To be held close like he couldn’t get enough of you. To pour your heart into a kiss and have it returned tenfold. You sighed softly at their love. Seeing them, two people who deserved love more than anything, well, you’d admit to turning into a big old mush. They were your OTP. You shipped ‘em—hard.

Nat pulled away from Clint’s, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “We know you’re there,” she said, not looking at you.

Clint smiled against her lips and you couldn’t help the goofy grin spreading across your face at his actions. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi guys. Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly. And suddenly you remembered. “Oh shit! Sorry. You’re sayin’ bye! I’ll just—I’ll come back. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“It’s fine, kiddo,” Clint replied stepping away from Natasha slightly to look at you. “I don’t leave until 5am anyway.” He, Thor, and Vision were leaving for New Mexico on a mission. Something about drug cartels or the Roswell incident…you hadn’t been listening at dinner and, admittedly, you knew like two things about New Mexico…was the Grand Canyon there? Or in Arizona?…Nevada? Note to self: Google shit later.

The archer moved to the bed to pack more things into his go-bag. He looked down at his watch, prompting you to go the same. 10:30. Shit. “Alright, you two, about this ‘girls nite’,” he adopted his ‘serious’ voice and glanced between you and Nat, which only made you snicker and Nat roll her eyes. Clint ignored you both and continued. “You,” he pointed to Nat. “Do not kill anyone. Drunk men hitting on you deserve to be maimed, not murdered.”

“What if they touch me?” Nat teased. “Is violence permitted then?”

Clint pretended to think about it. “As an Avenger, I frown upon it. As your boyfriend?…well, just don’t get caught, babe.” He gave her a playful wink which made her grin devilishly. “And you,” he rounded onto you.

“‘Be Natasha’s alibi,” you replied with a little goody-two-shoes sass. “Have the getaway car ready to go with fake passports in the glove department—”

“No setting anything on fire, no starting bar fights, no ritual Satanic sacrifices of any kind,” he spoke over you, ticking off his fingers, and you weren’t sure how he managed to keep a straight face because you’re cheeks were puffed trying to keep gales of laughter from pouring out.

“I make no promises,” you snickered.

“And try not to break any hearts while you’re out there, kid.” He gave you wink.

“Ugh, okay, that one I can promise.” You rolled your eyes.

Nat, having moved to the closet to collect an outfit and some makeup, materialized at you side. She leaned in to whisper in your ear while Clint was distracted rolling a pair of socks into tiny all for his bag. “I know that look, Y/N. We’re not cancelling. You’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”

Blast her and her stupid spidey senses! How could she possibly know that you were planning on backing out and spending the remainder of the evening playing Call of Duty and drinking cocoa? Nat hooked her arm through yours, leaned in to give Clint another kiss goodbye before warning him to come back to her safe and sound, and then marched you back towards your room where you were subjected to the tortuous task of making yourself look half way decent to be seen in public.

Tears were shed. Curses were thrown. Friendships abolished. Mortal wounds were inflicted. But, in the end, Wanda and Natasha had managed to get you dressed for the club. They assured you over and over that you looked stunning in the three quarter sleeve, tea length dress but you honestly didn’t see it. You felt exposed and vulnerable and kept tugging at the hem to pull it further down, fearing that your cellulite was on display and that with every step people could see your underwear. And you weren’t used to wearing things that were so….form-fitting. You normally wore boys clothes. Baggy sweaters with sleeves so long that you could curl your fingers around the edges. T-shirts with graphics and movie quotes, images from your favourite fandoms. Your socks never matched and usually had pictures of pizza slices or dinosaurs. And your feet were usually kept nice in warm in combat boots or chucks. None of this ‘stilettos’ crap.

Speaking of which. “I feel like Bambi on ice, Wanda,” you whined as your ankles wobbled with each step in the ‘fuck me pumps’ Nat had smashed onto your toes.

“Stop complaining,” she replied. “You look amazing.” She whipped her phoned in front of you, forcing you to take a selfie with her. You grimaced. Having your photo taken was one of your least favourite things. You’d much rather take the photo than be in it. She could put one of those pretty filters on it at least. Something that got rid of your double chin and deemphasized the asymmetry of your face. Preferably, a filter that evened out the plethora of skin tones your face was fond of sporting despite MACs best effort to conceal everything. And even with all that expensive make up on you felt ugly. Like a clown and a liar. This isn’t me. This is a mask…Like a villain from Scooby Doo…

“Get outta here with that!” You pushed the camera away and focused on not tripping on the sidewalk.

“Are we there yet?”

“Yes,” Nat groaned stopping in front of a door. You had asked her that question about eleven times in the fifteen minute walk from the tower to the club. And when you had protested and wanted to take a cab she said “you need practice walking in those heels” in her stupid, know-it-all voice. She was right. You did need practice. Also. You needed new feet! You were surely bleeding. They’d have to be cut off. Why the fuck do girls wear these things?!

The heavy bass music from the club assaulted your ears as the bouncers let you pass. The lights were dimmed out over the dance floor but the bar was light up and crowded as people shark swarmed the bartenders, waving money for drinks.

“Breathe,” Nat whispered in your ear. She must’ve seen your eyes go wide as you took in the mass of beautiful people before you. Women were decked out in short dresses, five inch heels, tits up and out looking like Victoria’s Secret models. And…where they casting the next Magic Mike movie in here? All of these guys looked like they’d stepped out of an Abercrombie Catalogue. Where were the average looking people? Where were the normal, regular shaped folk who didn’t look photo-shopped to perfection? What kinda club was this?

Why were all of these girls either short and petite or model tall and waifish? It made you feel like Shrek. Oh, fuck. My dress is green. Greaaaaat. You crossed your arms over your stomach in attempt to make yourself feel smaller. I don’t like this, I don’t like this, I don’t like this…

“You okay?” Wanda handed you a cocktail.

“Yeah, fine. Good. I’m good.” Do. Not. Hyperventilate.

She knew you were lying. She was Wanda after all. Why you even bothered was a mystery…probably just natural instinct; when in doubt, lie your ass off. “Come on, you see anyone you like? You can practice talking to boys here.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Pick a guy an’ practice what you’d want to say if he were Bucky,” Nat pipped in as she sipped her martini. Just the thought of pretending to flirt with Bucky had your stomach in knots.

“I dunno. It seems mean. Flirtin’ with someone and just, I dunno. Not likin’ ‘em,” you shouted over the beat. “And I don’t even know what I’m doing anyway. ”

“Just go over to,” Nat twirled around gathering intel of the men by the bar, “that guy.” With a jut of her chin she pointed out a cute, stocky guy with short, light brown hair.

“No, he’s—he’s probably not interested. I don—I don’t wanna bother him,” you stammered. You could feel sweat gathering on your back and cursed under your breath. Now that you were here, you didn’t think you could do this. Sure, it sounded great in your head. Practice makes perfect. But what if this guy rejected you…like Bucky would…what if his face twisted with revulsion as you approached him? What is he just stares at you thinking ‘Great, the ugly chick is talking to me’? No, you can’t handle that! Rejection like that would kill you, you just knew it.

You tugged on your neckline, fanning yourself. It was getting too hot in here; your face was flushed and every square inch of skin felt hot and clammy. There was no way you could flirt with Bucky! You couldn’t even flirt with Joe Schmo over there! But you had begged Nat to help you, recruited Wanda into the plan, interrupted their evenings. Backing out now wasn’t really an option.

The guy at the bar turned and happened to catch you staring at him during your mental freak out. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! Stop looking! You, rather uncooly, averted your eyes and turned to re-join Nat and Wanda’s conversation only to see them slinking away from you. Natasha mouthed ‘go!’ and pointed towards the bar while Wanda gave you an apologetic shrug and allowed herself to be lead off into the throng of dancing bodies. Spinning quickly back to face the bar, hoping your face wasn’t frozen in mortification, you found your target. The guy was still there with his friends.

So, you had two options: 1) stand in the middle of club, alone, looking like an idiot, or 2) go talk to that guy and make a fool of yourself. Both sounded equally horrifying but right now you felt like every single eye in the club was on you, and not in a good way. This is how the gladiators must’ve felt before they were eaten by lions, you mused. Seeking the shelter of the bar, you meandered through a mob of people and forced yourself to go over to the him.

He was slightly shorter than you with your heels on, a small problem to some people, but to you, well, it made you feel like the Jolly Green Giant. Guys liked girls who were tiny. Little. Small enough to pick up and carry around. They want to be the big, brave protectors. Your physique didn’t exactly allow for that, at least not with this dude. But if Natasha saw you walk over here and not even attempt to flirt with him, she’d flay you alive; you liked your skin where it was thankyouverymuch.

You swirled the drink in your hand, trying to hype yourself up to make your move. Aha! Liquid courage! Downing the glass in two quick gulps, you slammed it back down on the bar. This caught the guy’s attention and you froze like a deer in headlights. Line? Line? What’s my line?

“Hey,” he said.

Oh thank god. “Hi.”

Flirting should be a college course. People should have to pass tests or get board certified before being permitted to attempt making advances on civilians. Why the hell don’t they teach these things in school? What were you supposed to do with your hands? Do you touch his arm? What if he doesn’t like that? Your dress doesn’t have pockets to jam them in—clearly a design flaw—and you’d already dropped two straws on the floor as you fiddled with them nervously.

After the standard introductory greeting where you learned that his name was Ethan, you both lapsed into a silence which you assumed was becoming unbearably uncomfortable and, being the awkward turtle that you were, felt the need to fill it.

“So, uh,” you bumbled. “D’you—” Don’t ask “d’you come here often?”! “—d’you…have…a…job?” Ohmygod kill me.

Ethan laughed and proceeded to tell you about accounting. It went right over your head, like anything math related did. But you smiled and nodded in what you hoped were all the right places. And that was how it went. An odd, uncomfortable conversation where you felt like you were conducting an interview and somehow intruding on his life. He was perfectly polite, but you couldn’t tell if he was even interested let alone flirting, hell, you couldn’t even tell if you were flirting, or if he was just being a nice guy and putting up with the unsightly, annoying chick crashing his night out . Luckily, your rescue came in the form of a cute little witch asking you to go dance.

“Nice to meet you,” you waved to Ethan as you followed Wanda into the chaos of the dance floor. “Thanks, Wan. I was dying out there. This isn’t really my thing.” Wanda rolled her eyes in amusement and tried to get you to gyrate your hips to the beat, but you merely stepped back. “This isn’t my thing either.” You were a dorky dancer; you danced to the Spice Girls, Mambo No.5, N’SYNC. You head banged to Motely Crew, rapped to 50 Cent and Eminem. You were not Beyoncé or Shakira. You did not have sexy hip swivels; you did not drop it like it was hot. If you dropped it, it stayed down and shattered like Humpty Dumpty.

“How’d it go?” Natasha walked up behind you and you quickly informed her of your less than stellar performance. “Aw, it’s okay. You just need to keep tryin’! You didn’t burst into flames, Y/N. He didn’t shove you away or look at you like you were something stuck to the bottom of his shoe,” she parroted back your earlier concerns. “You can do this! C’mon. Let’s find someone else. You pick.”

Natasha gripped your shoulders and spun you about, forcing you to dance, and making you laugh in turn. “Okay, okay!” you gave in. She was sort of right after all. That guy didn’t run screaming from the club when you went to talk to him. Maybe you could do this.

The darkness of the dancefloor didn’t really let you see anyone clearly so you angled yourself so that the people by the bar were in view. “Okay, I pick—” Just then the crowd parted like the red sea and there he was, looking effortlessly gorgeous, like he’d been carved from marble and blessed by Aphrodite herself, leaning against a stool occupied by a very beautiful woman—“Bucky.”

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california dime.

planning on this being HELLA LONG SINCE IM KINDA BACK sorry for the absence guys, life hit me in full force. not to mention, i’ve been reading over GQ and i forgot how mUCH I LOVE THIS AU ??!? (there’s gonna be a lot more than just 5 parts for the fanfic...) okay but i wanted to write about gray meeting his love interest actor .... bc excited af. (giving gray glasses btw bc i can)

gruvia — famous AU — fluff ??, T (language) — 1.4k words

don't you wanna tell me your name? feels like you got a lot to say. see you looking, looking my way. telling me you're one of a kind, cold-blooded california dime.

← part one (ghost queen) / (p1) gruvia spin-off

The last thing Gray wanted was to have a love interest that either annoyed him, obsessed over him, or both. All he was asking was for a nice girl who stayed out of his way, honestly.

After sitting in his dressing room, running his back teeth in circles to grind and chip away at the end of a pen while he read the script. Not many knew this, but he actually did help edit and write the show itself.

Poor girl has to be awfully talented for this role. He laughed at the thought, although he had gotten quickly accustomed to the name of Juvia. She was cast back when the rest of them were, before the show even took off from the ground, but never came to meet or greet anyone since she wasn’t necessarily essential to the show until their current arc. Funny, since the entire show is basically already written and he’s been so used to writing her down, being familiar with her character. All the characters had the names of their actors, which made it easy to remember names and what not. He shifted around to get comfortable in his typical actor chair, pushing his feet against the floor as he slumped down and pulled his phone from his front pocket. 3 in the afternoon, so the morning interview that Lucy and Natsu had gone on might already be airing. The idea made him snicker, knowing damn well something went wrong.

Setting the pen down on his makeup table, which was spotless like the rest of his room, he shuffled the papers back in order before he made his way towards the door. He had a few hours before Juvia showed, so he might as well go out and mingle, check on things, get the schedule for the recordings for the new month. Pushing his glasses to the top of his head in order to keep his hair back, he quietly shut his door behind him to reveal the same old corridor with identical doors parallel to each other for all of the cast. Lifting a hand to run through the back of head in order to fix what pressing it to the chair did, he turned down the hall and onto the set they used for all of the recordings. Well, not all of them, the fights and special effects are done elsewhere since they require a lot more than just raw acting. Gray cracked a small grin at the thought of all of the memories made here. It had only been a few months, but the crew already acted like family, treating one another like siblings on and off the set.

On days where no one was filming, it was still quite hectic in order to change anything needed to be implemented or taken out of the story line, with cast members hanging around due to this being a borderline second home.

“Gray.” The voice of the red-head he was quite fond of thumped the back of his head, “Do you have the schedule for shooting yet?”

“No,” He muttered, looking behind him before actually bothering to turn around, “I was just about to go get it before Juvia got here.”

“Good,” She laughed, “And, she’s already here. She’s been here for quite awhile. Everyone already loves her. I think she’s still back in the lounge, with Lyon showing her around.”

Gray scrunched his eyebrows together, creasing his otherwise defined face.

“Yeah, Fullbuster, I think you’re the last to meet your love interest,” Erza slapped him square in the back as she began for the table of food usually set out for crew members, “When you get that schedule, can you send one to my room?”

Gray acknowledged her in the form of a grunt, a little irritated that things weren’t happening as originally planned, but it was a bit relieving that it was his brother who took over for him.

“Well, nice to see you finally showed up.” Lyon turned from his chair across from Juvia with a grin on his face. Their brotherly bond was different from the show, actually being a lot closer than people assumed according to their acting--and looks.

Gray only sighed, looking from his brother’s expression to the.. Pretty, unfamiliar girl he assumed to be Juvia, “I got caught up in editing.”

Lyon knew it wasn’t true since Gray tended to be a time manager when it came to.. Everything, but that wasn’t the point and he didn’t ask. Gray was either being a heartthrob, or too busy being an editor for the show to be social. Either was a pain in the ass.

“Oh. Well, happy to help even if it cut into my very busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing. Nice to meet you, Juvia.” Lyon nodded to her and then his brother, slipping from the chair and out the door.

The papers on the table was information on her, her character, things Gray could’ve told her without them. Oh well.

“Hi.” Juvia said without fear, in a way that made Gray’s lip twitch. Her voice was mellow, and it fit her physical appearance well.

“Well, hi.” Gray shredded his anti-social skin as he sat down, settling his elbows on the table and letting his chin rest on the top of his hands as they intertwined. He gave a charming, gentle grin in attempt to reassure her that he wasn’t some guy who hated any kind of social situation, “What all did Lyon tell you about?”

“He told me about the filming dates, the schedule, the crazy editor and actor who loves his timetables and plays Gray Fullbuster.”

“Oh,” His arms dropped as he filled through the papers, looking down at everything he was to inform her about, “So he told you a few things important, and then he told you about.. Me.”

“I think so, unless there’s another boy who plays Gray.” Juvia’s voice was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, more in a challenging way.

The tone made a side of Gray’s mouth curl in a smirk, “No, unfortunately there’s not. I’m the only one.”

“Damn.” She laughed, pushing a stand of blue hair from her face to behind her ear.

She laughs with her eyes closed and her mouth wide. Gray thought as his eyes drifted up from the papers to her. No doubt she was pretty, but it kinda pinched at his ego. He quickly looked back down before she could comprehend that he was staring, looking back down at the first page of the packet.

“Well, I guess I do need to get you the days we film, as well as the scripts for the next few arcs.”

“Okay. I can wait.” Her smile was that of an angel’s, and it was very obvious that Gray was staring now.

“Of course, y-yeah, give me a second.”

This love interest neither annoyed him nor was obsessed with him, but rather had a strong mind of her own and could stick up for herself.

Gray slowly got up and shuffled out of the room, a dazed look on his face as he went to the director’s office--which was down the hall with a few lefts. Heaving out a deep sigh, he slowly made his way down to the place he needed to be.

Mashima was out, so it was easy to get in and out with what he needed without being questioned, so he quickly hightailed it back to the room in hopes no one would bother to stop him.

“Juvia?” He questioned to make sure she was still there.

“Mm?” She replied, staring down into her phone with a bubbly grin across her face, “Would you mind if I asked to take a picture with you?”

“Huh?”

“I said, would you mind if I took a picture with you, stupid. My friend is a fan of yours.”

Gray looked dumbfounded as he sauntered over and pulled a chair over next to her while she shifted her phone into a position for a picture. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, forcing his eyes wide while looking dead straight into the camera.

Click.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.” She cheered, gawking at herself. Gray didn’t look all the attractive, which he wasn’t worried about, but she sure as hell did and it messed with him. Day one of being partnered with this girl and he knew that she was going to make a damn good impression on him and she didn’t even know it.

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