#do you think he ever thinks about it? i know he's focused mostly on creating flames but still

[frvnkcastles]

Hii I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you would do Frank Castle x reader based off of Sunlight or Francesca By Hozier? I don’t know I just feel like with how deeply this man feels that one or those would be perfect for Frank and the reader.

I WOULD DO IT AGAIN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: A glimpse into the way Frank feels for you.

Warnings: Fem!reader, violence, reader has unspecified mental health issues

Word count: 1.2k

Author’s note: I fell in love with both these songs thanks to this request!! I tried to combine both of them, though I suppose I got more out of Francesca. I’m a little on the fence about this one shot in general, but I hope you like it! Thanks for your patience <3 Also, I keep forgetting to say this, but thank you so much for 700 followers!!! It means so much to me that we’ve created this little community of traumatized Frank lovers :)

There was nothing Frank wouldn’t have done for you. He had known that quite early into your relationship, his devotion for you growing more and more every day, even if you weren’t officially dating. In fact, your feelings for each other had gone unspoken ever since you had met, but he couldn’t deny they were there — he cared for you so much it terrified him, it kept him up at night.

He thought about the first time he met you often. He’d never forget the way you looked in that dress you had dug out of your closet just for the occasion, how the warm bar light illuminated your starry eyes and how you had been nervously gnawing on your lip while glancing at your phone for the millionth time.

”Whoever’s standin’ you up would regret if they saw you in that dress”, he had spoken up from across the mostly empty bar counter, and you had immediately looked up only to find a man so attractive your stomach did a somersault. Rough around the edges but undeniably easy on the eyes, even more so when the corner of his mouth had twitched upwards in a sneaky smirk, even when his stare was focused on the crowd behind you. You had shuffled on your feet, looking around to see who he was referring to, but when you had turned back to him, you found him gazing right at you, making your mouth run dry.

”I was supposed to have a date”, you had explained over the music, ”guess it was a waste of a pretty dress.”

He had chuckled at that. ”Well, for what it’s worth, you made this old sucker’s heart skip a beat”, he had shrugged before gesturing at the empty seat next to him. ”Buy you a drink?”

And ever since then, he had been hooked on you. You made him feel alive, you gave him a reason to get up in the morning. So when you had told him you felt like you were doing the opposite, his heart had shattered in his chest.

”I realize I have a lot of baggage. So I don’t blame you if you want to, I dunno, check out now”, you had explained meekly, distance between you as you both stood in your kitchen at an ungodly hour, fresh stitches on Frank’s abdomen. ”I guess I’m not a very easy person to be around, is what I’m saying”, you had added with a quiet chuckle, and at that, Frank had closed the space between you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he swallowed all the air from your personal space.

”You think I am?” he had stated matter-of-factly. ”You’re wrong, sweetheart. I don’t remember the last time it was this easy for me to be around someone. You make me feel… Yeah, you just make me feel. I can’t get enough of you. Don’t ever think I’d wanna get rid of you, ’cause shit, as long as you’ll have me, I ain’t goin’ anywhere”, he had explained, passion behind every word, and it had made you tear up.

”You know everything that’s wrong with me and you’re saying you still want to be my friend?” you had asked to confirm, and licking his lips, Frank had glanced at yours before nodding. He had forced himself to withdraw, not wanting to cross any lines, but he had given your hand a squeeze, nonetheless.

”Never been more sure of anything.”

He wasn’t letting go of you. As much was confirmed when his enemies caught whiff of you being involved with him — before he knew it, your name fell from the lips of his latest target, and he had seen red. The men were coming from left and right, punching him, stabbing him, each of them claiming their piece of the Punisher, but he wasn’t going to rest until he’d know you were safe. Their taunts of getting to his little girlfriend had pushed him over the edge, and with feral anger, he slaughtered the lot of them, not letting a single henchman slip out and get to you.

He had wanted to avoid you seeing him like this so badly. But as soon as he was done, as soon as the men lay dead at his feet, he was rushing out of the warehouse he had been lured into, just to make his way to you.

The urgent knock on your door in the middle of the night wasn’t a completely unfamiliar sound — you had stitched Frank up more than a few times, but you could tell something was wrong. As soon as you opened the door, a bloodied Frank burst through, his eyes wide and alert, his shaky hands clamoring to find purchase on your shoulders.

”Hey, hey, what is it? Are you okay?” you asked with worry, eyebrows knitted together as you tried to balance Frank’s larger frame, your hands resting on his arms.

”I—I needed to know you were okay”, he managed to get out, breathless and panicking, and nodding to promise him that you were, you attempted to meet his frantic eyes and calm him down.

”I’m okay, Frankie, I’m okay. Breathe, honey”, you reassured, and slumping against your body, Frank pulled you into a vicelike hug, squeezing you tight, breathing you in. Blood stained your clothes and hair, but your priority was getting Frank across the panicked state he was in, to assure him everything was okay.

”They said they were coming for you. I—I couldn’t let them. I wasn’t gonna let them”, he repeated, before grunting, ”I killed ’em all.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked into dark eyes with a disbelieving frown. ”You did that for me?” you whispered, and finding solace in your gaze, Frank found it in himself to catch his breath and understand that the imminent danger was over.

”You’re goddamn right I did. I’d do it again and again. I’d do anything for you”, he swore, letting his forehead fall against yours. You closed your eyes and took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling him towards the bathroom.

”Let’s get you cleaned up, big guy.”

Even after he had had time to shower, he was still on alert, constantly checking the windows and pacing around your apartment. You had to fight him to the bedroom, insisting that you both needed to get some rest, and he supposed he could do that — watch over you, make sure you’d get to sleep soundly. Soon enough, you were cuddled up in the bed and Frank was sitting next to you, resting against the headboard with his eyes laser-focused on the closed door.

”Hey, you can relax. They’re all gone. No one’s coming for me”, you reminded him softly, caressing his arm with tender fingers, and swallowing, Frank slowly and reluctantly sank deeper into the mattress to be closer to you.

”I ain’t ever lettin’ anythin’ happen to you. You know that, right?” he grunted, and with a nod, you reassured him.

”I know. You always make me feel safe.” His eyes softened at your words, and gently, he reached over to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a brief moment.

He really would have done anything for you.

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

[prosebushpatch]

Okay so I recently, finally, watched Wish and I have some thoughts. Overall, not as bad as everyone makes it out to be, but still has a lot of fundamental story problems and I've got to get them off of my chest. I'll mostly be focused on Magnifico because I think his motivations and arc largely represent the problem with the overall theme.

Okay so my biggest problem with Magnifico is his motivation. His tragic backstory. How on earth does he go from losing his whole family to thinking, the only way he can prevent that from happening again is to grant wishes? The logic doesn't track. It almost makes sense in his creating a kingdom where he protects everyone and "doesn't even charge rent," but it does not make sense with his wish granting. Having a great need to be control to make sure he doesn't lose anyone ever again can be a compelling motivation for a villain, where we see lines crossed that don't justify the intent, but in the movie, he's too self-absorbed to seem to have any actual care for the people of Rosas.

I think if the motivation was changed to something like Magnifico had once been a bright-eyed, enthusiastic wish granter who blindly believed all wishes were good but learned the hard way that that wasn't true could have been a better fit for the overall goal of the movie. Imagine that he granted a wish for a wicked person who used that wish to hurt others, or if Magnifico granted a wish but that wish ended up ruining the person's life because what they wanted wasn't what they needed (i.e. Remember The Princess and the Frog? Dig a little deeper) and that person could have went after Magnifico and blamed him for their troubles (harkening back to We Don't Talk about Bruno). This would be an understandable tragic backstory for Magnifico, and better explain why he's so careful about the wishes he grants. And, perhaps the reason he keeps the wishes he doesn't want to grant is to keep the people in his kingdom docile. No one will be angry with him for not granting their wishes if he makes them forget them and lose that drive and motivation, which makes more sense than the unexplained hording them like he does in the movie? Why does he keep them in the movie other than admiring the wishes? It doesn't make sense to me.

This would give Asha more of a reason to oppose him, if it's shown how his desire to not get hurt or to inadvertently cause hurt turned into a paranoia where he drains people of wishes to fly or play music that inspires others. And, as a side note, we need to see more of how Rosas is a kingdom of people who lack drive and motivation, where only those younger than 18 have that special part of them that inspires them to chase after a dream (something that Astor Rhymemaster touched on). Because that's the point of wishes, right? That's the point of the entire Disney canon. A dream is a wish your heart makes. That star can only get you so far, it takes hard work and determination. It's wanting something better in life, it's dreaming of leaving behind all you know to chase after a tangible light. It's finding a new dream, it's finding a new wish as you grow and learn about yourself and the world.

I don't think the movie Wish understood what makes wishes so important in Disney stories. You know what wishes do? They ignite change. It's not about getting what you want, it's about finding the courage to chase after something better. Ariel wants to be where the people are, but really she wants to be somewhere where others are willing to understand her and in the end, she finds that and makes amends with her father, who finally is willing to see her for who she is. Rapunzel wants to see the lights, and that desire pushes her to leave a tower she's been trapped in her whole life, learning that the world is not as cruel and cold as her abusive mother told her. Cinderella wants to go to the ball, to dance with people who treat her as a person and not a servant of cinders and ash. That wish is granted by a fairy godmother and gives her a hope that is worth fighting for, a hope that helps her reclaim what is rightfully hers; a glass slipper that fits only her and the love that comes with it.

Wishes inspire change. The movie should have been about that. Magnifico could have been right, that some wishes inspire negative change that can drag down multiple people. The kingdom of Rosas could have been so placid because change is scary. Maybe Magnifico could have convinced people, after taking their wish, that it wasn't worth it. Maybe the wish ceremonies could have changed so it wasn't portrayed as some sort of lottery everyone looks forward to, but Magnifico would grant wishes on the spot if he decided they were good and worthwhile, and he would lock away the wishes that would cause trouble and tribulations. 18 year olds could be enthusiastic to give him their wishes, thinking they were surely good and worth granting, only to forget their wish and be told that their wish would have only brought about their unhappiness, this would have justified a more solemn tone in the kingdom, setting up a world where people are mostly downtrodden, thinking their wishes are bad and pointless and they're better off without them. Imagine Cinderella or Rapunzel being told their wishes weren't good, reinforcing all the things their abusive families tell them, taking away that hope and courage to find something better for themselves.

Here's where the true conflict could come in. Asha could be onto this from the beginning, and her opening song could have been about this concern that the people who didn't get their wishes granted aren't willing to try at all. (Because, after all, why doesn't Sabino play music at all? Having that taken from him would take so much joy and creative expression from his life!) But why does Asha know something is amiss?

Simon.

Imagine that Magnifico has a strict rule not to ever share your wish with another person because then it wouldn't come true. It makes sense with our own superstitions, and then makes it so that no one knows anyone else's wishes. Maybe your best friend changes so drastically after giving up their wish, but you believe, like everyone else, that their wish would have only caused suffering. What can you do about it? Well what if Simon told Asha about his wish? What if Asha knew his wish wasn't dangerous and couldn't imagine a way that it could go wrong? That would give her a reason to doubt Magnifico and put more emphasis on how Simon has lost his drive like all the other adults in the kingdom. And it can also emphasize in the end that sharing your wishes and dreams with others can be a powerful thing. Just the act of sharing your dreams can inspire others to go after their own, and they can give you the encouragement to chase your wish too. Wishes inspire change, love gives you the courage to make it happen.

Imagine if the star boy used to be a human, who wished to help others and lost his humanity to do it. Imagine his wish confirms Magnifico's belief, that wishes cause suffering because star boy lost his tether to earth and is separated from the people he loves. Imagine how he foils Asha who also wants to grant everyone's wishes. Imagine him ensuring she doesn't make the same mistake he did while she gives him a reason to change again, to anchor himself to humanity again because he loves her enough not to leave for forever.

Imagine the movie confirming that, yes, change is scary. Chasing your dreams won't always make things better. You might fail more than you succeed and some wishes cannot coincide with each other, leading to grief and strife. But some wishes are worth it. Sometimes, chasing after something better and failing is worth leaving a worse situation. Sometimes taking that chance is worth it, and, like in all fairy tales, if you are kind and generous and act with love, that will make all the difference in the end.

Also, I know everyone wished for a Magnifico and Amaya evil power couple, but imagine if Magnifico was truly in love with Amaya, as he is in the movie, but that love is eventually his undoing. Like Amaya leaps in front of Asha, and Magnifico stops or redirects his attack because she's the one thing he loves more than himself and that is the weakness that Asha and co can take advantage of. Imagine Amaya keeping Magnifico in the mirror and he gets to dote on her from his imprisonment for forever. I'm just saying. At least 30 sickos like me would be into that. Imagine the depth it would give to the themes of love and change and wishing and how acts of love make all the difference.

Alright, I'll get off my soap box. I just really wish Wish could have been stronger because these fairy tales Disney is famous for matter. They really do. But the movie feels too stale and shallow and too much of a cash grab that knows the outline of a disney musical, but is unable to understand the heart of why they work.

#rose and rambles #wish 2023 #disney #disney wish #if you read anything i post let it be this im shaking the bars of my cage #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT FAIRY TALES AND DREAMS LET ME AT THE PEOPLE WHO MADE WISH SO SHALLOW #ILL MAKE THEM TEA AND GIVE THEM A GOOD SCOLDING #WHILE STEALING THEIR CLOTHES AND PUTTING ON A FAKE MUSTACHE TO TAKE OVER WHILE THEY'RE NIBBLING ON NICE COOKIES #THAT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL THING TO DO RIGHT #if you want to tell a good story you gotta tell it yourself <- my villain origin story #or at least my Sebastian kiss the girl moment. i can't believe they took out star boy. God forbid independent women have romantic interests #anyway im obsessed with how Magnifico always called Amaya “my love” and i think we can do beautiful and twisted things with that #Also i kind of hate the whole 'oh there's no saving him from this evil magic corruption' like le please that's the most stupid thing to eve #be in a fairy tale #just proves these people didn't actually read the snow queen #also also go watch Astor Rhymemaster she's a genius and explains songs IN SUCH AN IN DEPTH WAY #i haven't interacted with much other wish stuff so idk how others are rewriting it but this my ideal

[sketchypeppers]

extra ordinary

#king of fighters #shingo yabuki #kyo kusanagi #rock howard #kula diamond #athena asamiya #leona heidern #benimaru nikaido #shun'ei #sketchypepperart #sorry guys im having shingo brainworms again #like i know he's not the only kof character to not have any special powers or anything (crits aside i mean) but c'mon. #he's the only relatively normal teen in comparison to all the anime protag powered ones. no sad or epic backstory either #do you think he ever thinks about it? i know he's focused mostly on creating flames but still #thinking about his specific winquotes for xv- asking benimaru and kyo to take him seriously #or ones like maxima's and shun'ei's where he makes comments about their abilities and how he can't do the same #for better or worse- shingo is just some kid. and i love him for that #look i can be melodramatic for my blorbo. as a treat

[simpjaes]

Have you ever written about thigh riding..I was watching clips of Jay playing his quitar and it made me think because his thighs looked a little too good-

thigh riding jay wc: 532

using Jay like you would a pillow after a too-lonely weekend should probably be embarrassing, but the way he encourages you by guiding your hips with his hand makes you feel like maybe he's into it. "does that feel good?" he half-chuckles up against your ear, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you close to him, and the other gripping your hip to move you back and forth.

you nod only slightly against him, focusing on the feeling that shoots through you each time the inseam of your own shorts pulls tight against your clit.

it's an uncomfortable mess. his pants plus your shorts creating a barrier of friction and electricity between what's both causing and retrieving the pleasure from this. you can feel how wet your panties are, and you've even soaked through your shorts too.

the sound of clothing rubbing somehow only makes this more arousing, probably because you got too desperate for him a mere few minutes ago, hopping up on his lap and straddling his thigh. what started as a surprised smile, mostly because he loves when his girlfriend clings to him with those loving hugs, turned into a knowing smile. it took him a solid three seconds for his brow to raise in curiosity upon realizing exactly what you were doing. and he's into it, loving that even without his dick out, you still get pleasure from him. the image of what the two of you must look like in third person right now only turns him on more. such a desperate girl, not even able to wait? you know you could have more, you know all you'd have to do is pull it out and sit on it. but somehow, this is hotter. for him, it's the fact that you're shameless in how much you want him sometimes, taking what you can get despite knowing you can have so much more. he couldn't ask for anyone better. especially with the way you arch your back when he grabs your ass through this, and the way you moan and groan right up against that little birth mark on his neck. he knew it was one of your favorite spots to kiss, and you know it's his favorite spot for you to moan against. and he just lets you. relishing in the way he can feel how soaked your shorts are, looking down to see the wet spot slowly seep into his own pants. to the point he's hard too, and each little bump of his cock with your knee as you grind only sends him further into the headspace you're in. and both of you would get off that way too. immediately after your orgasm, you'd feel him pull you from straddling his thigh to straddling his hips. there, he'd continue to guide you, out of breath, making out, clinging to each other. up until jay makes an even bigger mess in his own pants, and the two of you are left catching your breath and blinking at each other with ringing ears. "so, what was that for?" jay would eventually ask with a half smirk. "i dunno, your thighs just looked really good today."

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #jongseong smut #jay smut #park jay smut #hardthots

[justa-dumbbear]

Stank Prank

BRAAAAAP

“Whoooooo! That was a BIG ONE!”

I cringed and plugged my nose as I leaned over my paper. Brayden was at it again. He had brought his nasty friends over and was having a farting contest with them. I didn’t understand why he had to be my roommate. Why couldn't he be staying at one of the nasty frat houses or with his other jock friends? Why did I have to be the one who was forced to listen (and smell) an orchestra of farts and burps while I studied. I tried talking to the housing department about it, begging for a different roommate. I would have taken literally anybody else, but they said that there was nothing they could do. I was stuck with him. 

Ever since the day I first moved into the dorm, I had been subjected to the tortures of Brayden’s flatulence. Over time I had gotten mostly accustomed to the smell (a bucket full of air fresheners helped to keep my room mostly stench free), the sound is something I could never get used to.

BUUURRRPP

“Man that was NASTY!”

Even with my door closed, earbuds in, and focusing on studying, I couldn’t escape it. Enough was enough, I slammed open the door and stared angrily at the trio of jocks sitting on the couch and laughing their asses off.

“Look who finally came out to join us!” Brayden stood up, his massive 6’4 figure towering over me. “The nerd emerges from his cave.”

“Would it really kill you to put on some deodorant? Or maybe a visit to the doctor would be more beneficial, all of that farting and burping can’t possibly be normal.”

“You’re disgusting.” I said bitterly, “But then again I’m not surprised, I wouldn’t expect anyone other than a group of dumb, hairy animals to smell the part.” Brayden’s two friends snickered and made overexaggerated gasping sounds. I allowed myself a bit of a smirk, maybe this’ll put that jock into his place. 

Brayden seemed unfazed by my insults. “You know, I really wish you were more like us, man. You’d be really fun to have around. Plus, you look like you could pull off some NASTY shit.” “I’d rather do anything then regress to your level.” I huffed and slammed my door shut, muffling the sounds of their laughter. 

The next evening I came back to the dorm to find the place abandoned, no sign of Brayden or his dumb friends. I sighed, finally I would be able to be alone and get some studying done in peace and quiet. I closed my bedroom door and set down my stuff. Better get started before-

BRAAAAAP

I jumped out of my seat, was that me, or was that Brayden announcing his entrance? Further inspection revealed that there was nobody at the front door, which had to mean… Before I could even begin to imagine how Brayden would have reacted if he could have heard that, I spotted something red on the chair. I walked over and picked it up, a whoopie cushion.

“Verrrrry funny, Brayden.” I said aloud. “But if you think that-” I was interrupted as a pungent smell assaulted my nostrils. The whoopie cushion, there’s no way it could have created a smell right? I squeezed it again.

BRAAAAAP

Yup, it was definitely the whoopie cushion. But how was that even possible? And how did it smell that bad? I put the whoopie cushion down on the floor. There was probably some kind of fake fart spray coating the thing. Now, back to work, I really didn’t want to waste any more quiet time before-

BUUURRRPP

“Little bro I’m back!”

Fuck.

I started walking towards the door, exams were coming up and I really needed to study so I was prepared to BEG for some silence. As I made my way across the room, I tripped over the whoopie cushion

BRAAAAAP“Whoa little bro, that was a nasty one!”

The smell tripled in intensity, as I tried to get back up to open a window, my legs gave out and I fell back down onto the cushion.

BRAAAAAP

My eyes began to water. Every inhale of the pungent stink was making me feel lightheaded. After some struggling, I managed to stand up, I felt woozy, like I had inhaled laughing gas. It was getting harder to think, so hard, why think at all? I blinked. What was I SAYING? I tried to hold my breath as I opened the door, but found myself breathing heavily as the fumes coursed through my body. I flung open the door and stumbled into- my bathroom? Wasn’t I trying to leave my room? I’m so stupid I must have gone to the wrong door by mistake, heh. What the fuck was happening? As I tried to collect my thoughts, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked… good. My arms and chest appeared bigger and more toned and I felt taller. It must the the smell making me see things there’s no way-

BRAAAAAP

…

That one came from me. 

BRAAAAAP

That one too. 

With each fart, I found myself getting taller, more muscular and toned. My pale computer nerd body melted away into a sporty physique. 

“Come on little bro don’t you understand? You’re no fun, so I have to make you fun. I can’t believe that whoopie cushion actually worked! But the rest is up to me now. Did you know you REEK?”

I sniffed my armpits, they smelled awful. I began searching through the cupboards for some deodorant.

“Not that you care anyways.”

BRAAAAAP

That's right, I didn’t care. I loved my smell, I lived in it. Why would I want to get rid of it?

“You love being a stinky, smelly jock”

BRAAAAAP

“A dumb, stinky, smelly jock”

BRAAAAAP

“A stupid, dumb, stinky, smelly jock.” BRAAAAAP

With each inhale I found myself agreeing with Brayden. With each fart I found my old self laving. 

BRAAAAAP

BRAAAAAP

BRAAAAAP I was always a dumb, smelly jock.

I loved being a dumb smelly jock.

I began to take off my clothes.

Being dumb is so nice, no worries, no cares.

It feels so good to reek and smell like a man.

Each time Brayden repeated it, I found myself sinking deeper. My mind completely clouded over.

So dumb, so smelly.

I walked over to the couch and lay back on it, lifting my pits to let my smell permeate the room. 

“Isn’t that so much better?” Brayden asked, “It feels so good to be stupid and smelly, just like us.”

BRAAAAAP

#dumbification #male tf #jockification #muscle tf #dumber #fart kink

[kkongdakz]

“ WE'RE SO CLICHÉ. ” ft. ot9

in which : i associate love tropes with members.

ot9 x gn!reader, genre : mostly fluff, warning : alcohol consumption in jiwoong's, bullying in hao's, swearing and blood in gunwook's, a little bit of jealousy in yujin's, word count : 3,164

kim jiwoong ♡⃗ exes to lovers

i feel like you and jiwoong had a little love story when you were younger, at the beginning of high school for example

so when you finished your high school studies, you lost touch and kind of.. break up

to meet up again later by chance, through a mutual friend you had and organized a "school memories" party where all former students gathered

and coming face to face with jiwoong brought back old feelings — he still looks the same, but in a more manly and mature way

and your heart suddenly raced, because seeing the love of your youth has made you all things again

and vice versa

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀« oh y/n ! i'm happy you're here ! » says your childhood friend as she welcomes you into her home with open arms. a smile on your lips, you embraced her, checking on her, recalling fond memories of the past. but as your eyes drifted over the other people in the room, they focused on one particular figure : your ex-boyfriend from highschool. apologizing to her, you walked away to gently approach jiwoong, who in turn laid eyes on you. he was always the same, but taller, more masculine, more mature, but always with the same deep gaze and prince charming smile. grabbing two glasses of champagne, he finally approached you, handing you one with a smirk that caused your heart to miss a beat. « hi y/n, it's been a long time.. » you nodded gently, watching him for a long minute, trying to understand why your heart was suddenly racing so fast. old memories resurfaced in your head as the evening progressed, until it was time to leave, finding the two of you in the entrance to the building. and when he placed a warm kiss on your cheek, innocently slipping a piece of paper into the palm of your hand, you thought that maybe, just maybe, the flame of your love wasn't totally extinguished.

other members under the cut !

zhang hao ♡⃗ rivals to lovers

listen, he's number one in everything he do

he's so so so so so competitive

so of course, when you're as good as him in everything, he understands he has competition

and oh boy, he is so determined to destroy you and so are you

so for many years, your relationship is based on arguments and repeated bickering — a competition the whole school knows about, even forming “team hao” and “team y/n”

but one thing's for sure : hao is the only one who can compete with you and make fun of your grades. so when someone decides to attack you, right in front of his eyes, he's the first to defend you

which surprises everyone

and create a new sensation in your heart

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀« who do you think you are, talking to them like that? » hao said suddenly, drawing the attention of the other students in the class. your eyes opened wide, observing his silhouette with his back to you, who had just slid in front of you — as if to protect you. the girl who had been trying to belittle you earlier suddenly found herself caught in the middle, with only one way out : to runaway. as she slipped away with a sigh, the other students around you commented in low voices, which didn't stop hao from turning to you, gently knocking the top of your skull. « don't let people put you down, okay? you know what you're worth. » — coming from the person who beats you all day long, it meant a lot. so you simply nodded, trying to ignore your heart pounding in your chest, but his hand grabbed your wrist, forcing you to get up and leave the classroom with him. which led you to end up in the library, studying in the company of the man you consider your rival. but well.. a cute one.

sung hanbin ♡⃗ soulmate

the invisible red string between you and hanbin is so real

ever since you were little, you've always felt that the love of your life, your soulmate, was not far from you

you pushed away every person who approached you in a loving way, to wait for the precise moment when you would meet the only one person who would be number one in your heart

and one day, as you entered the new cute and cosy café near your house

you saw it in the eyes of the pretty barista — the little spark that appeared when your eyes meet each other's for the first time

and instantly, your heart knew it, he knew hanbin (you still had the time to read his name on the nametag hanging on his apron) was the love of your life

your one and only soulmate

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you were frozen, facing the cash register, your eyes completely hypnotized and stuck on the boy in front of you. he was pretty, handsome, he looked as soft as cotton, radiant as the sun, cute as a puppy. and he was watching you in exactly the same way : as if two wires had touched in your heads and you'd short-circuited. his eyes seemed like two deep wells, into which you suddenly lost yourself — your heart was pounding as you suddenly found yourself at a loss for words. this boy seemed to be the one you'd been waiting for all your life. but you were snapped out of your trance when the person behind you suddenly cleared his throat, leaving the cute barista to finally speak. « uh, mh, hi- welcome. i'm hanbin, what can we do for you? » after coming to your senses, looking everywhere but into his eyes, you gave him your order, paid, and waited patiently on the side. you couldn't help but observe him, the slightest of his delicate gestures and the smile that clung to his lips over and over again. until you received your order, and noticed a phone number on your cup. “ i'm hanbin, call me when you want :)xx ”

seok matthew ♡⃗ boy next door

he's the perfect cliché of the cute-hot boy who's just moved in next door to you

look at him, his smile, almost every morning when you're out to pick up your mails

and you just.. freeze, looking at him and his honey voice when he told you “hello neighbor”

and you just runaway — slightly embarrassed at having remained frozen in place without saying anything

and after that, every time you hear a noise near your door, you sneak a peek to catch a glimpse of him, watching him taking care of the plants around your shared balcony

until one day, when you suddenly need a carton of milk, and you have no choice but to ask your beloved next-door neighbor for help

..ending up cooking pancakes with him

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you didn't know what to say, when he was standing in front of you, and you didn't look at all presentable. flour on your apron, and a spatula in your hands, you'd suddenly forgotten that you needed milk to make pancakes. « need help, neighbor? » he said suddenly, a chuckle escaping his lips, which brought you back down to earth. « hey, sorry, do you have milk? i want to make pancakes but i forgot the milk. » — nodding positively, he walked away for a few moments before returning with a carton of milk. but as you reached out to retrieve it, he gently pushed you as he closed the door to his apartment, pulling you into yours. « i'll help you, you seem to be having a hard time. » he announced, with a drop-dead smile that you didn't dare to refuse. following him to the kitchen, he helped you prepare the recipe, even taking the time to get to know you and make you laugh. finally, something interesting was happening between you.

kim taerae ♡⃗ first love

listen. taerae is so first love coded and you can't change my mind

he's the boy everyone secretly dreams about

the one you watch dreamily in class and who never fails to make your heart skip a beat every time he smiles

and when you finally get to date him, oh boi- you're in heaven

he's literally so sweet : always here for you, fingers that never miss an opportunity to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, take you home after school, help you study, ect ect..

he's the one who makes you discover love : the butterflies in your stomach, the scenarios in your head that become real, the sweetness of a first kiss, the soft warmth that settles in your chest when he tells you you're beautiful

a smile and you're won over. taerae is and will always be your first love

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it was a pretty warm afternoon, cherry blossom petals dancing in the air and the sun streaming through the classroom windows. you watched the clouds sail across the sky, tapping your fingers against the wood of your school table, when he entered the room. a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he caught sight of you, dreaming in your corner. then he moved towards you, settling into the chair opposite you before placing a light kiss on your cheek to bring you out of your reverie. taken aback by his action, millions of butterflies flew into your stomach, while your stunned eyes finally found the face of taerae. « i was looking for you, » he says, placing a carton of chocolate milk in front of you, « would you like to go for a walk with me after school? » — of course, you weren't going to turn down the chance to spend a special moment with the boy who was introducing you to all the emotions of first love. with your heart pounding in your chest, you nodded positively at the same time as his fingers clasped yours.

shen ricky ♡⃗ forbidden love

honestly i was thinking about a secretly rich trope but i feel like ricky really likes to tell people he actually is rich.. so naur

so my other option is. i can imagine him as a fake bad boy.

like he hates everyone but you..

so when you noticed him at school, he had already noticed you — but he played the unapproachable guy until you needed a hand with another guy who was getting a little too close to you

and suddenly you saw him from a different angle, and that menacing yet nonchalant look he had on his face made your heart miss a beat — pushing you closer and closer to the forbidden

obviously, the people around you don't approve of your relationship with him at all

but it's not like you care

he may be mean to others, but he's always been upright, courteous and gentle to you

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀midnight had just passed, as the clock on your bedroom wall told you, and yet you were still working on your homework for the next day. a sigh left your lips as you rubbed your eyes, and suddenly your peace was disturbed by a few almost inaudible knocks against your bedroom window. frowning, you approached it, hesitantly shifting your curtain to finally catch a glimpse of ricky's face. hurrying to open your window, the young boy entered your room in no time, before hooking his arms around your hips to press you against him. « what are you doing here? » you asked, whispering so as not to alert your parents about the intruder who was currently in your room at such a late hour. slipping your arms around your neck, ricky simply smiled, « i missed you. » he affirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek before deviating to your lips. even if you loved the fact that he'd show up at any hours just because he missed you, you still had to be careful and make sure you could continue to see him despite your parents' prohibition. « you know my parents are here? » — ricky shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and lifted you off the ground, kissing you passionately while telling you how much he didn't care.

kim gyuvin ♡⃗ fake dating

he can't be serious but trust me, he's the most perfect fake boyfriend you could ask for

just imagine that you've promised to bring someone to your sister's wedding — but unfortunately you are completely alone

your only option is to ask someone you trust to take on this role for the duration of a ceremony : and that's where gyuvin comes in

and he's perfect : his hand on your hip and his eyes attentive to your every word, having fun with your younger cousins and talking to your parents about anything and everything

he's charming, polite and gallant — the perfect son-in-law according to your mother and the hot jackpot according to your sister

and when you finally have a little moment alone together, and you're about to thank him for the perfect fulfillment of his role, you meet the gleam in his eyes and that silly little smile that hangs on his lips

and suddenly nothing exists around you anymore — all that's left is him, you, and the sun shining on his caramel skin.

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the sun passing through the leaves gently settles on gyuvin's face, who looks at you in the most tender way possible. his hand is naturally hooked on yours — which suddenly makes you realize that he doesn't have to put on an act when it's just the two of you. « you can stop pretending, you know? » you say softly, but his pupils don't move from yours. on the contrary, his free hand moves towards your face, grazing your skin, touching your cheeks with his fingertips, as if there were only the two of you left on earth. you thought your heart was going to escape from your chest, because he was no longer pretending — his hand gently tugged on yours, pulling you closer to him, spinning slowly to the rhythm of the background music. « i think we should be careful and always act like a couple so as not to arouse suspicion, don't you think? » he whispered in your ear, and you just love the way he makes you feel at that very moment. as if you two weren't just fake.

park gunwook ♡⃗ enemies to lovers

okay this is from a personal experience because my boys planet' story with gunwook is enemies to lovers

since you met him, your relationship with gunwook has been very complicated — he don't really like you, and you don't really like him either

he tends to play the big guy to show off his superiority and that's what annoyed you about him in the first place

so ever since, you've despised him and given him death glares at every opportunity — and he can't help but prank or scare you at every opportunity

until the day you get paired together for a school project.

and, even though you'd have liked to do the job yourself from start to finish, your teacher didn't agree with you at all, which forced you to tolerate him a little

and introduced you to a new side of gunwook that you'd never seen before — a cute and silly kitty

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sitting on the floor of your living room, your work books covering every nook and cranny of the coffee table, not a word had left your lips or gunwook's since the start of the afternoon. but the atmosphere seemed heavy, this silence more distressing than relaxing, in the end. sighing as you got up to go to the kitchen, you tiptoed over to grab a glass from the top of the cupboard. but not everything went according to plan : and the next thing you know, the glass was on the floor, broken, and your finger was bleeding. « shit. » you say, running to the sink to put your wounded finger under the water, juggling from one foot to the other while holding back from swearing at how much it hurt. and suddenly gunwook was at your side, one hand on your shoulder and his eyes riveted on your wound, « do you have a first aid kit somewhere? » — nodding as you indicated where it was, you watched him grab the object and return to you, wrapping your finger in a clean cloth before guiding you into the living room. here, gunwook tended to your wound delicately, meticulously, asking you repeatedly if you weren't in pain. he was much gentler than most people you knew — he who tended to act tough in front of others, was actually an adorable kitten. with a smile on his lips, he lifted your hand and placed a magic kiss on top of the bandage he'd made, and that's probably when your heart decided to make room for him inside.

han yujin ♡⃗ childhood friends to lovers

he's still a child okay

so i can easily imagine yujin as a childhood friend

playing cards and video games as kids, right up to entering high school hand in hand

nevertheless, i imagine that you have different groups of friends, even if you remain each other's number one

and you meet up every day after class to go home together and tell each other about your day

obviously, you don't notice it, but yujin always keeps an eye on you — without showing the slight jealousy growing in his heart every time he sees you getting a little too close to your other friends

he's never shy about reminding you that he's right there and that he's still your favorite

just imagine ... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀waiting patiently in front of the school gate, yujin kicked a pebble before suddenly hearing your voice ring out. looking away from the road to observe you, he watched you walk up to him after you had greeted your new friends. as you reached your best friend, you planted yourself in front of him, a grandiose smile hanging on your lips, creating a slight reddish tinge at the tip of yujin's ears. squinting as you started to move forward, you hurried over to him and slipped your hands around his arm, pulling him closer to you, « yah. you walk too fast with your long legs. » — slowing down to walk at the same speed as you, he was content to listen attentively as you told him about your day, nodding from time to time and speaking up when necessary. but you could see that something was on his mind, so you stopped walking, forcing him to stop and turn to face you with a questioning expression. « what's on your mind, han yujin? » you say, your sun-filled eyes dazzling his. clearing his throat while looking away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, you tilted your head slightly to one side, watching yujin with a small smile on your lips. « i'm still your favorite, mh? » he asked, daring to look deep into your eyes, « because you'll always be mine. » — you couldn't explain, but it was like in the romance books, with butterflies in your stomach and your heart beating wildly.

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Biggest complaints about each companion

Warning, reference to in-game dark subject matter.

This is subjective and mostly me wishing for a more thoughtful story, with themes beyond robot racism.

Cait: TDLR; Her backstory is too much for how it's handled

It feels like Cait got thrown every bad thing she could have. With trauma in characters, less is more, and in Cait's case, it doesn't help that her writing is more interested in her trauma than who she is as a person. Like Cait only matters as a character because of what she went through and what that demonstrates about the wasteland, rather being a person first.

I would like to point out, her parents waited until she was 18 to sell her. Because, apparently, age of consent matters to sex slavers. It demonstrates a lack of commitment to the dark topic, which usually means you should tone it down. Leave one aspect, and keep the other. Abusive parents or slavery, not both.

Since Cait is our only basegame raider companion, you could use her to humanize raiders by showing how the cycle of trauma creates them. "But Gage—" is a little bitch.

Codsworth: TDLR; Focuses too much on his pre-war relationship to the player

What was Codsworth doing those 200 years? Did he just hang out in Sanctuary? Did no one ever come to Sanctuary in the meantime? Codsworth has no relation to the plot or world beyond Sole.

I think Codsworth should have had a quest about how he went out and tried to help where he could, but now doesn't know where those people are, and wants to know what became of them. Something to give Codsworth a connection to the wasteland. Or maybe Codsworth shouldn't have been the Sole Surivor's robot at all, just one that wandered into Sanctuary and met them. Then you could have a point that the first human the Sole saw after freezing (Kellogg) was cruel, but the first 'soulless' machine was kind, which makes a point about the main plot and the idea that being human doesn't make you 'human.'

Curie: TDLR; Should have been related directly to the main plot

Curie is a robot that is put inside a synth—which is, biologically, completely human in all but a chip in their head and the circumstances of their creation—and is totally fine. She learns to breathe, gets thoughts and feelings in a way a Ms. Nanny wouldn't, and handles sensations without bricking.

Send this bitch to the Institute and BOS, are you kidding me? Curie is walking proof of synths being more than machines. She has wants, imagination, potentially even dreams and nightmares. This is never brought up by anyone.

Also, Curie is a robot, and then inhuman, but still a person, and she uses science and her compassion to help the wasteland, where those who would destroy or enslave her use it to further their own egos.

Danse: TDLR; MAKE HIM SAY SORRY TO NICK AND HANCOCK

Danse's real character arc starts at his final affinity post BB, and then it doesn't go anywhere. He never learns to accept himself, or synths, or ghouls. Danse is a character that shows the terrible function of 4 Affinity Talks, because he needs, like, 10 of the things.

Danse needed his likes/dislikes updated after BB, interactions with Nick and Hancock, and a proper character arc where he unlearns his worst traits and the BOS's bullshit.

Deacon: TDLR; Dead wife? Really?

Can Deacon not just be a goofball man who used to be a bigot, and now works hard to help the people he hurt? Because Barbara and her death implies that Deacon didn't change because it was the right thing to do, but because bigotry personally affected him.

If there must be a death, make it that his community tore itself apart trying to find synths among them. Y'know, like...a witch hunt? In Salem, maybe? Since we didn't do anything interesting with Salem, one of the most interesting places in the USA? Deacon sees this and sees that it doesn't matter if synths are human or not, hatred will inevitably hurt anyone, because it doesn't actually care who you are. Hatred doesn't need a reason, only a target. The Synth plot should have been an allegory for McCarthyism instead of slavery, change my mind.

Hancock: TDLR; He's a historical LARPER that doesn't do anything in terms of a narrative.

No, Todd. You can't make John Hancock a ghoul and call it an OC.

Hancock could have had a story about identity crisis, idolatry, and trying to escape your past. We also get hints at a complex political issue in Goodneighbor about the push-and-pull between the desire for total freedom/anarchy, but the need for some kind of law and order. Hancock has a casual friendliness, and acts like 'one of the people,' but he is the mayor. There's tension there. Can your leader be your friend? Can your friend call all the shots while still being on equal footing with you? Can you lead a group of people who look up to you as a hero, and still retain modesty and not subconsciously separate yourself?

I like Hancock, he's fun, he has a lot of interesting narrative stuff. But he doesn't do anything with it. It could have been a nice parallel with Elder Maxson, too.

MacCready: TDLR; Small inconsistencies + dude, go get your son???

Mac doesn't ever go back to Duncan, and Duncan never comes to the Commonwealth. I understand that the former is for game play reasons, but the latter feels like the writers forgot that Duncan exists.

MacCready has some issues with the likes/dislikes. I think they're mistakes instead of intended, but still. For example, in the Vault 81 quest. MacCready likes letting Austin die. He dislikes it if you give the cure.

There's also Sheffield, the soda addict in Diamond City. MacCready claims to have never seen someone with a sugar addiction, but Zip, from Little Lamplight, had an addiction.

Mac is mostly fine, aside from these inconsistencies. The Dead Wife thing sucks, but I allow it because it's pretty fundamental to his story, rather then being tacked on for sad points.

Nick: TDLR; Eddie Winter is a stupid bad guy with a stupid quest and Jenny Lands is a stupid tragic backstory

Eddie Winter being the first ghoul ever is mind-bogglingly bad. You're telling me that they made ghouls before the bombs? And even if they did, Winter couldn't be the first. How the fuck would anyone know that radiation makes you immortal if you do it right, otherwise?! So, that's a contradiction within an already contrived premise. And not only that, but he just. Leaves a bunch of holotapes with a number on the back, that make a code to the basement of his favorite sandwich shop, which just so happens to be on the same street Jenny gets fridged?

So, Eddie Winter (or one of his goons) was eating one day, looked out, saw the fiance of the detective hunting him and recognized her (????), shot her, and then presumably returned to his fucking sandwich??????

And then 2 centuries later, a clone of that detective somehow finds the holotapes, untouched, unmoved, still functioning and retaining the painted-on numbers. The numbers didn't...fade? Wipe off?

You can keep the concept of Nick wanted to finish something Pre-war Nick didn't get to, but this...this isn't it.

Like, Skinny Malone was right there. Maybe just Darla shows up when you free Nick, and then later Nick has to contend with Malone and the Triggermen in some grand conspiracy with Mayor MacDonough, Hancock, and Piper.

Preston: TDLR; The radiant quest mechanic fucked him over and his voice actor needed some retakes

The moment you get Radio Freedom, Preston should have stopped giving quests. Easy fix there. It would have saved him almost a decade of shitty memes.

The real problem with Preston is that his VA beefed it bad. I can quote some of his lines with perfect inflection because the VA just did it so poorly. X6-88's VA had to play a monotonous, little-emotion character, and he still nailed it and gave X6 a lot of personality and distinction. Preston sounds like a modded-in character. And Jon Gentry is a pretty good actor! He has a great live-action presence in his demo reels on IMDB. I think he just struggled to put his performance into his voice rather than his presence/body language, and they didn't let/have him do a retake.

Piper: TDLR; So much potential, so much failure. Piper is a shitty reporter, and that could have been a great opportunity to have commentary on the ethics of journalism.

Journalism is supposed to be a duty to the people. It has responsibilities and ethics that are very easily misunderstood or forgotten for the sake of the next article. A good journalist is not always accurate. An accurate journalist is not always kind. A kind journalist is not always good.

Piper is not a good journalist, because her writing is not informative, it isn't news or useful info. She writes about MacDonough being a synth—she's basically writing callout posts on her blog.

Piper is not an accurate journalist, because she never has evidence for this claim. She says MacDonough is a synth, that the Institute took the Survivor's baby even if the Survivor says no.

Piper is not a kind journalist, because she fearmongers and makes things worse for synths. She complains that no one believes or trusts her word, but the second thing you ever see in Diamond City is a man trying to kill his brother for fear he's been replaced.

This is all fine, if addressed and explored. But it isn't. Piper seems to be chasing the high of exposing authority, and both times, she's right. We, the player, know she's right because we find out later she is. Imagine if we didn't. Imagine that reveal scene never comes. Every issue of Publick Occurances is trying to start a witchhunt, and Piper doesn't notice that it's working.

So, let's make her arc about worrying about her sister.

X6-88: TDLR; BRUH HE HAS NOTHING

No backstory, no relationships with other characters, no quest, no character arc.

TODD. You had the chance to humanize the Institute, or at least show what it's like being an Institute synth that isn't free. And you, instead, put all that time into fucking KELLOGG. You think I give a fuck about KELLOGG? I don't even give a fuck about SHAUN.

🌠Honorable mentions🌠

Gage: Hypocrite that thinks becoming the problem is fixing the problem, also he has both eyes. What do you need an eyepatch for.

Strong: Bethesda Super Mutants suck shit. Y'know Erikson fron Far Harbor? Would rather have him.

Longfellow: Dead Wife Man. Again, would have preferred Erikson.

Dogmeat and Ada: Perfect, no notes.

Best companions are:

Dogmeat, for being doggy

Ada, for being robot lady

Preston, for being perfect aside from two technical, Doylist issues.

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─────DATING THEM !! MONSTANDT GUYS────

CHARACTERS: albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, mika, razor, venti.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: gets a tad suggestive on Albedo's

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 !! 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐙

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was somewhat oblivious when he first started developing feelings for you because he had never fallen in love beforehand.

after the strange feeling stuck with him for a few weeks, he finally consulted Sucrose about it, hoping she knew what he was feeling.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: When she explained that he had, indeed, fallen in love with you, everything clicked. The way his heartbeat sped up whenever you smiled, his sketchbook filled to the perimeter with sketches and drawings of you, his mind wandering to your smile late at night. . . everything.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Thus, he composed a painting of you and asked if you could continue to be “his muse” and how could you possibly refuse when he practically painted you as the Mona Lisa?

𖠵𝟎𝟒: He is ever so charming. He loves to see what’ll make you tick and whatnot. watch out for that, lmao.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves to call you “(my) love,” “princess/prince,” and “sweetheart.”

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Sucrose finds it adorable how he looks at you with so much love and admiration.

oh yeah, you and Albedo are practically her parents by always watching over and protecting her. she appreciates you two a lot.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Kisses on your fingertips and shoulder blades are a regular with him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Always brings extra blankets when you two go out adventuring in Dragonspine. He’s accustomed to the cold at this point, so he brings them for you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟗: One of his soft spots is seeing you play with Klee (“: He always thinks about what it would be like to start a family with you.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: The first about. . . five pages of his newest sketchbooks are just you. Doing what ?? Well, that’s up to your imagination.

❝Oh, welcome back, my love. Busy day, I presume? Your timing is perfect, I must say. I just finished my last experiment for the day. . . Sit down on the bed, and I’ll brew us a pot of tea, then you can tell me all about your day, sound good?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Likes to experiment with the things you like, the things you don’t. . . different things you’ll react to. One of his favorite things about you are your reactions.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: If you’re cooking or like looking through your commissions, he’ll come up from behind you and start pressing kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. Just. . . randomly ??

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He’s a little obsessed with you. he finds himself memorizing everything you do and indulging himself in it. Sometimes he’ll even finish your sentences because he’s just been studying you for so long he knows what you’re going to say.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Wear his coat, and he will literally melt into a puddle right before your eyes.

however, wear just his coat, and you’re playing with fire. you do know he can probably create a potion for just about anything, right ??

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always slow and passionate, even with his tongue !! His goal is to pull away with you wanting more.

has a thing for you pulling his hair when you two are making out. it drives him crazy (in a good way.)

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Makes you breakfast in bed since he always wakes up earlier than you to get a headstart on his research.

he'll always cover you with an extra blanket when he first wakes up as well.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Whenever you're sleepy, he'll ask you to sit in his lap while he's still researching so that you aren’t alone/feel lonely when you're sleeping.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: If you can't sleep, he'll always hum until you can.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Didn't believe human interactions and relationships were worth his time before he met you; he mainly focused on his research and work alone.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Doesn't really grasp what's 'right' and what's not regarding relationships. So what he says is mostly unfiltered.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Has a notebook filled with notes about you and your relationship, both from the past and now present.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you kiss his birthmark; he's slightly insecure about it, but feeling your lips on it puts him at ease.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: One of the best ways to calm him down from stress or anger is to trace lines in his palms.

꒱₊˚ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 !! 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𖠵𝟎𝟏: THE ABSOLUTE MOST SWEETEST BF EVER!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He was highly hesitant about asking you out at first because of his bad luck, but with enough assurance from Fischl and Razor (he tried his best to understand), he decided to do it.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had bought you a bouquet of cecilias from Flora because he was scared that if he picked them himself, they would like start on fire or something. You assured him that you appreciated the gesture either way.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: The relief on this boy’s face when you accepted his confession is hallucinatory. He engulfed you in his arms while thanking you repeatedly. And after realizing that you might be uncomfortable with his impulsive hug, he pulled away with a face as red as a rose and apologized awkwardly.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: he was a little too shy at first to call you a pet name, but then he overheard other couples, and he started to think that maybe you didn’t feel loved enough because he never called you one, which is how he started calling you “clover” or an occasional shy “baby.”

❝Ah! W—Welcome home, clover! O—Oh, um. . . You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? I heard other couples calling each other cute names, and I thought clover was fitting for you because you always give me a sense of g-good luck. . . I-If it makes you uncomfortable, t-then I can always drop i-it!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: This boy is so infatuated with you; please treat him with care.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You act as the group’s (Bennett, Fischl, and Razor) designated parent, always carrying extra supplies with you when you go out with them.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’s insecure that you’re gonna leave him because of his luck ): He needs lots of assurance from you; please give it to him.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: When you two are cuddling/sleeping, he prefers that you rest on his chest because it keeps him grounded and assures him that you’re there with him and haven’t left.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Generally, in the mornings, you’ll find him with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He won’t let you go for a while.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Gushes about you like you’re some kind of super famous celebrity.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: The amount of times he’s tried to cook you something but almost burnt down the house is unruly. He almost always feels guilty, but you give me a kiss on the forehead as consolation, and he feels better :)

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Speaking of kisses, when you first kissed him, he stared at you dumbfounded with a face redder than Diluc’s hair before asking for another one.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s like a touch-starved puppy. He melts at the slightest touch from you and always leans into your palm.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Loves when you run your fingers through his hair or kiss the corner of his eyes—especially in the early mornings.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: You always give him a kiss before he leaves for his commissions as a “good luck charm.”

𖠵𝟏𝟕: One of the best people you can rant to. He’ll always sit patiently and listen to your troubles.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You’re always there to patch him up whenever he gets injured from his commissions.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Scared of touching you or bringing you anywhere because he's terrified that his bad luck will end up hurting you someday.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Brings you home little souvenirs from his adventures to always show that he's thinking of you (':

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He always has to drag you away from punching someone who trash-talks him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 !! 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He didn’t give falling in love much thought because he figured he’d be too busy running the tavern and protecting Monstandt from the Abyss Order.

he also thought that no one would like him that way because of his cold and blunt demeanor. at least compared to his brother.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you came along, and everything changed. You showed him patience and kindness, and with the snap of a finger, he fell head over heels

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had two different thoughts running through his head: “what if she doesn’t feel the same and ends up getting the wrong idea of my motives and never shows her face to me again” and “what if she feels the same but right when we’ve finally settled down, she dies in my arms like father did.”

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Those thoughts alone were enough to keep him quiet cause seeing you fall in love with someone else was more bearable than losing you for good.

on the other hand, Kaeya did not let his brother staring at you with such adoration go overturned. so, he kept nagging at him to confess to you which FINALLY got him to give up.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He had no idea how to confess to you, definitely not taking any pointers from his brother. Therefore, he just awkwardly told you, hoping his sincerity was enough to woo you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: And when it was, it felt like he could finally see color in the world again. He felt so thankful that someone like you, kind and gentle, could love someone as vacant as him.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You are always his number one priority. Your. Safety. Comes. First !!

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Your drinks are free at the tavern !! (Which a certain bard and cryo user think is unfair. . .)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Likes to call you “dear” and “(my) dove.”

❝My dove, what’re you doing with that glass of wine? No. Put it down. You’ve had enough to drink for one night. Archons, you’re starting to remind me of my brother.❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Is terrified the Abyss Order will target you to get to him.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is fully aware you know how to protect yourself, but he still prefers that he goes with you on your commissions, so he at least knows that you’re unscathed.

if you were to get fatally injured under his watch, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself despite your protests.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Expresses his love with actions rather than words.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Doesn’t know how to convey his feelings properly; he’s a bit stiff and awkward; bare with him here.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Hugs you from behind whenever you’re cooking or reading if he’s feeling exceptionally touchy.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Sometimes, you’ll help him bartend at the tavern when you’re free, and there’s always these occasional drunk men who flirt with you that he wants to burn alive LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Similar to Albedo, Diluc undoubtedly melts whenever you wear his jacket !! Most of the time, he lets you wear it unless he has to go to Dragonspine for something.

will always drape his jacket over your shoulders whenever he notices you’ve grown cold.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always kisses you on the forehead before he’s off somewhere.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: He doesn’t trust the world with you, which is why he’s so possessive and overly cautious whenever you go out.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: His kisses are slow-burn if that makes sense ?? Like they start slow and sweet, then escalate to passionate and needy.

always has a hand on your chin while kissing you, using his index finger to lift it so that you meet his gaze before firmly grasping it so that you can’t shyly turn away.

his lips are always warm, so kissing him is quite pleasant (:

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Imagine on cold nights, when you’re shivering and all, Diluc peppers warm kisses down your shoulders and onto your stomach to help warm you up. (Which 100% doesn’t actually help.)

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Whenever he wakes up before you, he’ll always observe you sleeping because he finds you adorable whenever you’re so at peace with yourself.

draws shapes and patterns on your hips or legs while waiting for you to wake.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He lets you play with and do his hair, and he tries not to admit that he adores it. He does.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you patch up his wounds is when he sometimes feels the luckiest to have you. 

𖠵𝟐𝟒: You keep extra ointment and cooling patches on you because Diluc sometimes burns himself from his vision ‘cause he clutches his claymore so tightly.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: If you were to gently kiss his scars. . . He would not be able to control himself and just throw himself on you, his lips eagerly on yours in seconds.

𖠵𝟐𝟔: Imagine his hands are giant. . . for some reason, so whenever you hold his hand, his completely envelops yours, and he absolutely lives for it. 

꒱₊˚ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 !! 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was a hard one to read at first because you couldn't tell if he was just being his normal playful self or if he genuinely liked you.

in reality, he was actually very smitten by you and, similar to Diluc, was hesitant to tell you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: His main concern was that he didn't want you to think he was being a creep with some ulterior motive or something of the sort.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: And so he went to Lisa for some words of advice, and she made sure to emphasize he shouldn't sound so flirtatious when confessing and should be a bit more genuine.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Asked you over for dinner, pushing a bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias into your arms when you got to his house.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: When he finally got to confessing to you, he stumbled over his words a little because he was so scared of messing it up.

so when you accepted his feelings, it felt like he could fully breathe again. he immediately pulled you in his arms and squeezed you, promising you he'd take good care of you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Nicknames can arrange from flirtatious to lovesick. Some of his favorites are “angel,” “doll,” “baby,” and “princess/prince.”

❝Ah, I see my angel has decided to come visit me from the heavens. How's your day coming along, my princess/prince? No one's been giving you trouble, I presume? Archons know if someone is and what'll I do to them. . .❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Lots and lots of teasing !! He loves to see you all flushed because of him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: His hands are naturally very cold because of his vision, and he'll sneak them up your shirt or press them against your cheeks to mess with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Diluc doesn't know how you put up with him but is grateful that you keep him in check.

and even though he won't admit it, he's glad his brother found someone that makes him so happy.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You humble him from time to time when he gets too prideful.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: He stopped going to the tavern as much because you mentioned that you started getting worried and frustrated that he drank so much.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Always keeps an arm slung around your waist or shoulder while you're out together.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Wants to celebrate every accomplishment you achieve. Finished all your commissions for the week ?? Fuck yeah, date time !!

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Although he's flirty, ever since he started dating you, he reserved his flirting for you alone. If someone makes a move on him, he'll scoff and brush them off.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always passionate and warm. He wants you to be reminded that you're his s/o and nobody else's with each kiss.

he normally has a hand on your jaw or chin so that you can't move away from him.

he loves to trail his kisses down your jaw and collarbone. seeing you shiver from pleasure boosts his ego, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Leaves love bites down your neck and collarbone.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn't take people giving you trouble lightly. . . He'll happily give someone a lesson or two if it means they'll leave you alone for the greater good.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Won't sleep for days if you're hospital-ridden because you got critically injured. He'll be at your side through all of it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Gets so worried that you're going to disappear like everyone else in his life.

꒱₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 !! 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s so so sweet but overall very shy !! And slightly inexperienced when it comes to dating. . . He’s learning as he goes, LOL.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: The poor boy had no idea what to do with himself when he first fell in love with you, so he rushed to Kaeya for advice. Can’t tell if that was a bad or good idea. . .💀💀

𖠵𝟎𝟑: You’ll have to be patient with him ‹/3 Even a few weeks into the relationship, he’ll still be a little sheepish when initiating affection.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: (↑) Don’t let that distract you from the fact that he loves any ounce of love you throw at him !!

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He’s incredibly reliable !! If you need help with something with physical or mental, he’ll gladly help you in any way he can ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Finds himself scribbling hearts on the maps he’s planning out because his mind wanders to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Hopes to find the time to visit one of the other nations with you !! It doesn’t necessary matter which one, he just wants to travel the world with you at his side ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟖: You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s planning on making a giant map, color-coded and all, with some of his favorite moments with you jotted down on it ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Absolutely hates whenever you’re upset !! It breaks the poor boy’s heart because he lives to see your smile ):

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Likes to call you “angel,” “cecilia,” “love,” “sweetheart,” and “baby/babe.”

❝Angel? Are you home? I’m back from my expediti—wOAH! Oh! There you are, (NAME)! I—I missed you too, sweetheart! So, so much. . . Say, are you, by chance free right now? You maybe want to grab some snacks from Good Hunter and g-go to Windtrace?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is completely smitten with you and will do anything in his willpower to keep you safe ‹/3

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Sometimes adventurers will find you two passed out together under the Windtrace Tree, cooing quietly at cute you guys are.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always, ALWAYS gets you some type of gift on important days: your birthday, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Windblume, etc, etc. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) One of his favorite holidays is Valentine’s Day because it gives him a reason to spoil you ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Always writes you really cute love letters when he’s away on the more lengthy expeditions ‹3

you can guarantee that the grand master (cannot remember the name of him for the life of me 💔) teases the hell out of him about you ‹/3 he always makes sure to ask him if he’s proposed yet. . . just you wait til’ he replies with yes, LMAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If he sees you’re shivering, his coat is around you in seconds. He hates whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn’t catch a break from Kaeya’s teasing ‹/3 Jean or Diluc normally have to slap him on the back of the head for him to shut up.

DILUC: “Give the boy a break, Kaeya. At least he has someone; the only thing you seem to have these days is a crippling alcohol addiction.”

KAEYA: “(Scoffs.) Well, as far as i’m concerned you don’t seem to have a significant other either, Diluc. Takes another drink of wine.”

“Um. . . let’s—let’s go get some fresh air, s—shall we, cecilia?”

𖠵𝟏𝟖: People tend to underestimate his strength. If he sees you walking towards a puddle, he’ll lift you with one arm and carry you over it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: He’s very articulated and swift !! I mean, he uses three different weapons and can switch between within a second—in which, he’s very good at protecting you from unwanted attacks.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Gets INCREDIBLY flustered whenever you compliment him. 😭

꒱₊˚ 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐑 !! 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟏: GOODEST BOY #1 !1!1!1

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Poor Razor had no knowledge and experience in crushes, so when he gained butterflies in his stomach when he was around you one day, he internally panicked because he thought he was sick with something.

however, when he explained how he felt to Bennett, his friend happily assured him that he had not fallen to some new illness but rather was in love with you!

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Bennett encouraged him to tell you because he thought you two would be the cutest couple in all Teyvat. (And let’s be honest, you are.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Since he had no prior knowledge of confessions, he didn’t know if there was an appropriate time for it or if he should dwell on it, so he just flat-out told you how he felt when he saw you next.

you didn’t understand what exactly he was implying at first, but when you put the pieces together, you melted right on the spot.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: His nonexistent tail wagged when you cheerfully explained that you reciprocated the feelings !!

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Since he isn’t as adapted to relationship customs, he usually refers to you as “lupical.” but when Bennett described what affectionate nicknames are, he started to call you “pup” as well. (Because baby wolves are called pups !!)

❝Um, lupical. . . Friend Bennett told Razor that a. . . kiss was something humans in relationships do. So Razor wanted to know i-if you wanted to try it. . .❞

you had to explain to him what it was at first and what to do before placing a chaste kiss on his lips (:

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Is a sucker for any affection; he always indistinctively leans into your touch. He is quite literally a touch-starved puppy.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Bennett playfully teases him about how lovey he gets with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Looves to cuddle you !! his favorite position is when he’s lying on your chest or stomach so that he can fall asleep to your heartbeat with his arms enclosed around your lower half. he finds you very warm and soft !!

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You teach him a lot of things he never got to learn growing up (:

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Protective of you, but not in a possessive way. He just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. So he always stands in front of you whenever you guys encounter any hilichurls, treasure hoarders, etc.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Pouts whenever he smells another guy’s scent on you before hugging you tightly so you’re covered in his scent.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You like to brush through and do his hair and he adores it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Teaches you lots of survival skills.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Teaches you how to make lots of veggie and meat-based dishes!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Good luck trying to hide any injury from him; he can smell blood from a mile away. Also danger !! You're in good hands here.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Ever since you taught him how to kiss, he’ll randomly go up to you, grab your face, and just give you a biiig smooch.

his kisses are hard to put into words. they’re warm and passionate, per sé. you can tell how much he loves you when he kisses you.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You and Bennett help him with bigger vocabulary words that he isn’t generally used to—then focusing on how to form a sentence correctly.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Lots of camping dates! he gets nervous with lots of people around, preferring to be with you alone in the woods somewhere with not as much noise.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: He sometimes licks you as a form of affection ):

he’s also tried licking your wounds clean, but you’ve gently explained to him that it’s unsafe and unsanitary. he’s resorted to just pressing a simple kiss to them now.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He likes to affectionately bite/nibble on you, so you have various bite marks scattered on your body because of him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 !! 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He feared falling in love because being an archon meant that he was immortal, and he knew the chances that whoever he would fall in love with wouldn’t be.

and he was doing good at first! so for a while, he didn’t get so worked up about it.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you showed up in Monstandt, and after becoming close friends with you, fell hard.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: At first, he decided against the idea of telling you for a few reasons, such as not to ruin what you guys had and not to get insanely attached to you as he did with the nameless bard, just for you to die right in front of him.

but his feelings for you deepened with time, and he didn’t want to live tied down by his past and rather just live in the moment with you at his side.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: And so, he confessed to you via a song he wrote and, at the end, gifted you a bouquet of cecilias.

it felt like time stopped for him when you said you felt the same, and he couldn’t help but squeeze you in his arms.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Likes to call you “windblume,” “(my) love,” and “(my) cecilia.”

❝Ah! Welcome home, windblume! Did the warm winds bring you any comfort today? I hope you know that whenever the wind envelops you, that’s me hugging you when I’m not at your side!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: If you’re taller than him, he’ll beg you to give him piggyback rides everywhere.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Dedicates most of his songs and poems about you.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’ll give you random kisses just out of nowhere; it doesn’t matter when or where; he just likes to watch the color rise to your face (given if it’s visible with your skin color.)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: If you need to destress or relax, he’ll take you up to the hands of one of the Statues Of Seven or up to Starsnatch Cliff.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: If he sees you injured or upset by another person’s hands or words, he will GLADLY rearrange whoever did it.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Begged Albedo to help him find a way to maintain your youth if not make you immortal.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: This boy is so infatuated with you; it’s unreal 💔

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You’re the only one he gets to see him in his archon form, and he finds that really special.

he absolutely melts whenever you kiss or trace over his archon markings. his stomach always fills with butterflies when you do it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: If your hair is braid-able, he’ll braid your hair to look like his so that you’re matching !!

he taught himself to do all different kinds of braids, so don’t worry about your hair type.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: He likes to hum you to sleep or to calm you down; his voice is pleasant to listen to, so you never digress.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If you asked him to flip the world upside down, he probably would. . . ?? He’s that in love with you.

#|✿| — 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #|✿| ��� 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x y/n #albedo x reader #bennett x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #mika x reader #razor x reader #venti x reader

[growingexjocks]

Fattening the Competition - Alex/Alan Stokes: Ch 3

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Alan makes a deceptive plan to make Alex continue to gain more weight so that it makes him look stronger and more cut.

As the weeks turned into months, Alex continued to indulge in his ever-growing appetite, the consequences of which became more and more apparent. The once muscular twin had now packed on a considerable amount of weight, and his body seemed to be a testament to his unrestrained gluttony.

Alex's morning runs with Alan became a thing of the past, as he would claim to be too tired to join his brother and promised to run later in the day – a promise he seldom kept. The absence of cardio in his routine only served to exacerbate his weight gain, the extra pounds accumulating rapidly.

Despite skipping runs and slacking off on cardio, Alex continued to go to the gym with Alan, focusing on lifting weights. The only running Alex seemed to ever do now was when they would play 1 on 1 basketball, where Alex would quickly run out of breath chasing after Alan to steal the ball. Alan also observed how his gut started to jiggle as he would run up and down the court. However, much to Alex's delight, his added bulk seemed to enhance his strength, allowing him to lift heavier weights than ever before. He began to surpass Alan's personal records, boasting about being the more muscular twin now.

As Alex lifted the heavy barbells, the force of setting them down would send a ripple through his rounded gut, causing it to jiggle up and down. Alan couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, even as he tried to encourage his brother. "You're definitely stronger than me now," Alan said, jokingly flexing his ripped abs and muscular arms.

Feeling a surge of confidence, Alex responded by flexing his still-powerful arms, the bicep muscles bulging beneath a layer of softness. With a chuckle, he admitted, "I guess I can't flex my abs like you anymore, though," as he slapped his now-plump gut.

Alan stood by, watching as Alex set down the heavy barbell with a grunt. Carefully choosing his words, he said, "You know, Alex, you've really gotten strong lately. All that eating you've been doing to fuel your muscles seems to be paying off."

Alex looked thoughtful as he rubbed his now significantly rounder belly. "Yeah, I've been super hungry lately. I didn't mean to eat so much at first, but I don't mind gaining a little weight if it means I've gotten a lot stronger."

Alan glanced down at Alex's belly, estimating that his brother had gained at least 20 pounds in just over a month. It was clearly more than just a little weight, but he held his tongue for the moment.

Alex continued, "I was worried that I was just gaining fat, but it's clear I still have abs and muscles under this gut." To emphasize his point, he gave his belly a shake, causing it to jiggle with a mesmerizing fluidity.

Alan couldn't help but think that the only reason Alex had gotten stronger was that his body had to adapt to carrying the extra weight. His thighs and butt had grown bigger to support the additional pounds, which, for the time being, meant that Alex could lift more. However, if he continued down this path, he'd eventually end up gaining mostly fat and not much more muscle.

Alan found himself feeling increasingly envious of the attention Alex was receiving for his newfound strength though. Deep down, he wanted to prove that he was the superior twin - the more muscular and handsome one. He decided to exploit Alex's denial about his weight gain, hoping to expose him as the out-of-control, pathetic ex-jock he had become.

As Alan was lost in thought, Alex glanced down at his belly and said, "I do feel like I'm getting a bit big. Even though I know I have abs, I can't feel them anymore."

Seizing this opportunity, Alan reassured him, "Don't worry, Alex. You're just bulking up. When you cut, you're going to be even stronger and more cut than I am right now." He then offered to create a healthy meal plan for Alex, one that would help him consume more protein and gain muscle to accompany his weight gain plan before cutting.

In reality, however, Alan had a different plan in mind. He intended to secretly make Alex gain even more weight, undermining his efforts to lose the excess fat. As he prepared the meal plan, Alan added extra calories and unhealthy ingredients, all while reassuring Alex that it was designed to build muscle, not fat.

As the weeks went on, Alex unknowingly followed Alan's deceptive meal plan. He continued to consume large quantities of food, genuinely believing that he was building muscle and preparing for an eventual cut. Little did he know that Alan's plan was having the opposite effect, causing him to pack on even more weight.

Each day, Alex's once fit and muscular body grew softer and rounder, his once-prominent abs now completely obscured beneath layers of padding. His once powerful legs and rear now carried a generous layer of fat, making it increasingly difficult for him to keep up with Alan during their workouts.

Alan watched with satisfaction as his brother's appearance continued to change. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but the desire to assert himself as the superior twin was too strong to resist.

Male Celebrity WG Short Stories Collection -

A Musical Break (Nick Jonas) - Ch 1

Fattening the Competition (Alex/Alan Stokes)

-Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

More WG Stories by me - Tumblr, Wattpad

#alex stokes #alan stokes #Fattening the Competition #stokes twins #ex jock #ex jock story potential #fat male celebrities #gainer stories inspo #fit2fatcelebrity #gaining #fat belly

[hotchfiles]

↪ day five. fbi — #marchhotchness

What are some of your headcanons for his FBI career, do you have any?

these aren't headcanons mostly, but i spent a lot of time trying to make sense of hotch's backstory because it's a bit of a mess. criminal minds writers aren't serious people and they just be saying things either it fits or not to the timeline they themselves created. i hate them. i hope they spend their whole lives stepping on legos. anyway.

i've talked about this already, but i don't think aaron was a gifted sports kid, i think he was good enough, which means i also think physically he was just that, good enough. being in a physically challenging career wasn't his main plan anyway.

so, aside from fights during his school years and lifting a bit of weight and doing a bit of cardio, before the academy, he wasn't the most prepared guy for the job.

but he's goddamn determined, so from the moment he applied he started working out, we've seen him in action, and that's him as a middle aged man, so he went from this geeky bookworm boy to someone who worked out every single day so he wouldn't be a liability on the field.

as for gun handling, i think that was never difficult to him, his father probably had guns at home and taught him how to shoot and properly handle them. as a prosecutor i'm sure he already had guns in his home for protection.

his efforts in the academy got him a spot in the crisis negotiation unit, first as a swat operator, he's a prolific sniper. then as a profiler as his intentions were always set to be the one who finds and catches the criminals, as we know, the bau is an elite unit, so before being promoted and transferred, he want from the cnu to the seattle field office as a profiler and worked two years there.

these experiences gave him enough expertise to teach crisis negotiation, and then he was transferred to the bau as profiler. in 1998 he was promoted to lead profiler, his first case was the reaper, as we already know.

we don't have a fucking clue of when, but he was also communications director for a time, i like to believe it was somewhere between 2002-2005.

in 2005 he was promoted as unit chief in gideon's absence, but kept this title even when gideon came back.

aaron is focused, he is determined and he is honest. that should be good, but actually that makes him target of many people who see his drive as a threat to their careers, so he is used to having to deal with higher ups trying to step on his toes and swipe the rug out off his feet.

if the godforsaken producers of this show weren't a fucking JOKE (jeff davis when i fucking GET YOU) i'm sure there would have been more conflicts of that sort, because the position for fbi director is not out of reach for him, if he wanted that, he could definitely be up for the task easily.

but, i like to think he wouldn't want it. it's better pay, better hours and he would be able to make important decisions, but he would be out of the field and out of the bau, i don't think he would be able to do it. he loves the bau, being a profiler, catching serial killers, way too much. it's his passion and his purgatory.

and to quote him: "why would i ever leave the bau?"

#lari writes sometimes #marchhotchness #lari march hotchness #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

[gepardling]

late bloomer w/ gepard.

desc. : Am i projecting a little? Gepard's reaction to falling in love feels like something I would do... I might make a 2nd part. (wc : 1.5k)

tags / cw : sfw, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, just fluff, mostly Gepard's emotional state, glaring romance trope if u can spot it, tried proofreading but i'm sleepy

index : part 2

Gepard, being a man driven by duty, has structured his entire life around fulfilling the expectations placed upon him. To be a shield. To protect the people. To fight for Belobog. This strong sense of responsibility has created a wall between his work and personal life, leading him to prioritize work above all else. The casual word for this would be a "workaholic," but Gepard vehemently denies this term if anyone were to use it against him.

He was NOT a workaholic, insisting that he had other hobbies. For instance, he enjoys cooking and tending to plants. Though he’d be too shy to really admit it, so does it even count? More often than not, he would be training if he's off duty anyways, driven by that same old galvanized stubbornness that's been bred into him by the Landau bloodline. Serval, his sister, had even called him out on it before, making repeated attempts to encourage him to relax.

"Gepard, you just can't seem to appreciate the delicate and fun things in life anymore…" Today’s topic: Women. 

It's no secret that the Silvermane Captain was… To put it lightly, woefully unskilled regarding matters of the heart. In fact, he seems to avoid romantic entanglements altogether, putting off his responsibility to marry and carry on the Landau bloodline. This hesitancy was Gepard's sole reservation, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason behind it. He just wasn’t too focused on that aspect of his life right now, or so he’d convinced himself for years.

"Is that a streak of rebellion? Oh, heavens, no! Shame on you, Gepard! What would father think of your reluctance to do what's expected of you," Serval quipped, barely finishing her dramatic display before emitting the most irritating chortle that had ever graced Gepard's cochleas. 

"What do you expect me to do? Drag some girl off the street?" He retorted, almost annoyed at his sister's amusement over his predicament. 

"NO, silly. God, you're so serious all the time. Loosen up! That's not how dating works. No girl would want to go out with you if you're so stuck up about it." 

Sure, Serval was only joking. Yet, those words made his heart clench a little, ringing painfully through his mind. Was he really just too serious? It felt as if he had abruptly become painfully conscious of his own personality, prompting a reassessment of his life up until this point. Serval observed a distant gaze in his eyes, and by now it was evident that this deeply troubled her younger brother.

"Listen, Gepard," her tone softened greatly from before, "There's nothing wrong with you. If you need any help, you know you can always count on me. Even if it is about girls." She smiled, giving him a pat on the back. 

Gepard smiled and expressed his gratitude, then stepped out of the workshop to endure yet another round of patrols. Despite the abundance of heaters scattered around, the air felt noticeably chillier. Maybe this is what it feels like when you suddenly realize the emptiness inside? No, now he's just being overdramatic. It's really not that bad…

In the weeks that followed, Gepard found himself paying closer attention to his soldiers’ banter. They often talked about their lovers, or shared tales of their nights out trying to charm attractive women. It puzzled Gepard that people could pursue courtship simply for… Enjoyment? Without the intention of marriage? However, he remained too reserved to participate in those conversations. It wasn't rare for him to overhear his name being mentioned, followed by "Nah, he wouldn't be interested in joining us." 

It stung a little. Even his own soldiers don’t see him as someone who could loosen up and have a good time. They believed he was too detached to truly enjoy their company… Damn, no friends, no lover. Gepard really is married to his own job at this point. Little did he know that his life wouldn't be so bland forever. On this particular day he would cross paths with an ordinary girl from Belobog, destined to change his perspective. 

The meeting was awfully unceremonious. Gepard, carrying out his usual patrol duties, was stationed in the town. Just as he had reached the bottom of the steps of Qlipoth Fort, the sound of rapid footsteps grew nearer. Everything happened so fast that he barely had time to process it. Suddenly, a girl sprinted around the corner, clutching a stack of papers and a brown bag tightly to her chest. Before she even noticed Gepard’s presence, it was already too late…

The air filled with the fluttering of scattered papers, accompanied by the sound of vegetables hitting the cold stone ground. In the chaos, her head collided with Gepard’s armored chest piece (this was a very dangerous garment, in hindsight), emitting a resounding clang. A startled shriek escaped her lips. Reacting swiftly, Gepard managed to catch her before she could tumble to the ground. However, her belongings were lost, whisked away by the wind.

"Ooowwww…" she groaned, her hand tenderly rubbing the fresh red bruise on her forehead. "Watch where you're g…" Her words trailed off as her gaze traveled upward, meeting his face. Oh no. She found herself instantly recoiling, attempting to distance herself from the imposing figure of the tall Captain.

"I-I'm so sorry, Captain! I didn't see you, I... uhm… I mean, I didn't mean to!" Her apologies poured forth like a frantic stream, falling from her mouth like a waterfall. The Captain’s silence only made her panic more, and the firm grip on her arm indicated that the situation might not bode well.

But he wasn't upset, no not at all! In fact, he was so captivated by her beauty that he barely registered what was going on around him. Her words entered one ear, and exited the other. His gaze remained fixed on her eyes, marveling at how they shone like pure geomarrow crystals. The sun reflected off the snow in her hair like tiny diamonds, framing her face in a heavenly glow. But then his eyes landed on the red bruise on her forehead, shattering the idyllic dream he had momentarily found himself caught in.

"M-My apologies," he stuttered, his typically unwavering demeanor momentarily shaken, "You're injured. Please allow me to escort you to the clinic." 

"Huh? What?" She reached up to touch her head and felt warmth bloom under her fingertips, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation. Her hand came away with a faint crimson stain.

"It's just a graze, no need to worry about me," she insisted, stepping back from the Captain's hold. But it wasn't just a graze, it really hurt! And the longer she spent out of his support, the more wobbly she felt on her own feet. Sensing her instability, Gepard swiftly wrapped an arm around her shoulder, preventing her from stumbling again. His sturdy hold on her stood in stark contrast to the mushy feeling swelling within his chest.

"We should really get you to a doctor," he began, tone tinged with a hint of worry. She no longer had the strength to protest, the pounding headache alone was overwhelming enough.

They were both silent for the remainder of the walk, neither having something constructive to say to the other. When Gepard handed her over to the doctor, he disappeared without a trace. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of rudeness in his sudden departure. He didn’t even give her a chance to express her gratitude for his understanding, fearing she might have been reprimanded for lack of civility. Well, he was probably a busy man. She couldn’t expect someone of his stature to care about someone as insignificant as her, right? 

But right now, Gepard was desperate to quiet the racing of his heart. His knees felt weak, as if they were made of jelly, while he struggled to look normal and composed as he exited the clinic. But who was he kidding? The sweat on his brow and his burning ears were a dead giveaway to his current emotional state. He could only beg the Aeons that no one took notice of his stupor. What was he supposed to do again? Patrols? Yes, patrols. He needed to get back to work.

Throughout the remainder of the day, Gepard found it increasingly difficult to maintain focus on his duties. The telltale signs of his distraction did not go unnoticed by his soldiers. They observed the annoyed bounce of his leg as he hurriedly completed his paperwork, his mind clearly preoccupied. No one dared speak to the Captain, silently acknowledging the departure from his usual composed demeanor.

The soldiers, witnessing his uncharacteristic behavior and urgency behind his actions, couldn't help but speculate and gossip amongst themselves. Some would interpret his distraction as a sign of work-related stress or pressing family matters. Others would suspect something entirely different, an infatuation that had captivated their usually composed Captain. 

Without lingering a moment longer than necessary, Gepard promptly left his post and made his way to Serval’s workshop. Each step he took amplified the beating of butterfly wings in his chest, the sensation bordering on discomfort. It seemed to knock the air from his lungs whenever he tried to articulate his thoughts.

"It happened," he tells her bluntly. 

"What? What happened?" Serval shook him by the shoulders, her voice filled with urgency. "Gepard, you're gonna have to give me more than that!"

this was meant 2 be sum quick filler but i got rlly invested in it... my style feels more formal but mby tht's bc i jus finished studying. am a lil braindead, had to take a break from the hardy-weinberg equation and do smth productive. no more broad sense heritability, only geppie ♥︎

#gepard fluff #gepard x reader #gepard x you #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #gepard landau #gepard hsr #♥︎ | milky writes

[blues824]

Oooh, how about Jack x Little Red Riding Hood!Reader where she meets him in the woods surrounding Ramshackle on her way to deliver baked goods to Ace and Deuce who are sick, please?

Female reader, not Yuu! You are in the Pomefiore dorm because I said so.

Jack Howl

Once you heard that the idiots were sick after being kicked out of Heartslabyul once again in the rain, you knew that you had to make them a warm meal. With permission from Vil, you whipped a few things up in the kitchen and you texted Yuu about you going to Ramshackle before you set off to deliver the goods.

It wouldn’t be that long of a journey, but you decided that since it was a bit chilly outside, you would bring your red cape that your grandmother had made for you when you were a young girl. You threw it on, grabbed your basket, bid your dorm-members farewell, and then you set out to Ramshackle, where Ace and Deuce were. Yuu really was too kind for their own good.

The only thing that you hadn’t considered was you hadn’t been to the dilapidated dormitory on your own. Usually, Trappola would lead you, and you wouldn’t be paying attention. So, as a result, once you went through the mirror, you ended up getting lost. You decided to stick to the path within the woods, but you had to admit that you had no idea where you were. Worst part was that there was no reception.

Your imagination started to run wild, and the dark forest was starting to creep you out. You were alone, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like there was someone in the trees, watching you. Every noise you heard made you jump. You were cursing as you stepped on a branch on the path, and you whipped your head in every direction. The branches looked like they were reaching out to you, the pattern of the bark of the trees looking like malevolent faces. 

Maybe, the worst part about this was being alone and that you were conjuring all of this up. Your grandmother created your red cape so as to protect you from harm, so you had nothing to worry about. The fabric was imbued with a protective charm, and your family swears by it. To be fair, you weren’t dead yet so it must account for something… right?

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. You had your hand on your pen, ready to draw and use your magic, when you turned around. Turns out, it was one of your classmates, Jack Howl. You let out a huge breath of relief before laughing at your ridiculously overactive imagination. To be fair, you didn’t know him very well, so your guard was still up.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to be here, Howl!”

“I didn’t expect you to be here either, L/N.”

“Are you going to Ramshackle to visit Ace and Deuce as well?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe those idiots managed to get sick. What do you think they got in trouble for?” You both started walking down the path, side-by-side. It did not escape either of you that this was the longest conversation you ever had with each other, but neither of you thought it valuable to mention.

“I’m pretty sure Deuce was dragged into it, but Ace probably stole a tart. Either that, or they failed Professor Crewel’s test.” The exam was incredibly difficult, but you didn’t have the opportunity to offer tutoring. You were the top of the class, mostly due to being under Vil Schoenheit’s tutelage, with Jack being above average in that class. You’ve noticed him sitting across from you, and you admired how focused he looked in class.

What could you say? He was hot, and you just so happened to notice!

“What’s that smell? It smells… nice?” You were confused as to what the wolf-man was inquiring about, until you remembered the baked goods that were in your basket as well as the containers of soup.

“They’re treats that I baked for Ace and Deuce! I felt bad when I heard they got sick, so I decided to bring them something to make sure that they get better!”

You were so cute, was what Jack thought once you said that. He also noticed you in class, and he knew that you were clever and incredibly smart, and you looked absolutely beautiful with your red cape. And apparently you made really good food because the smell of the treats within your basket could have made him drool. It smelled absolutely delicious.

It was unfortunate that he hadn’t talked to you much before, but to be fair your paths don't cross too often. You both were kept busy with your Housewardens as well as your classes and extracurricular clubs. Plus, Jack thinks that any free moment could be spent productively, and you seemed to use that philosophy as well. Even if you don’t, neither of you go out of your way to speak to each other.

Well, no time like the present.

“So…” You both spoke at the same time, making you giggle. Hearing the angelic sound made the wolf’s ears perk up and his tail wag, subconsciously happy that he made you smile. It took all of his willpower to get it to stop, but you noticed and thought it was absolutely adorable. You decided not to mention that either.

“You go first,” he quietly offered.

“Why, thank you! Anyways, I thought I was lost until you got here. If you could, would you please show me which way is the correct way to go?”

“It’s down this path. Would you like me to carry your basket for you?”

“I’m fine!” Again, you didn’t know him very well. From what Yuu had told you, he did help with sabotaging Savanaclaw’s plans to cheat, as well as assisting with both Leona’s and Azul’s overblots. Your instincts told you that you could trust him, but you didn’t want to take any chances. It wasn’t the first time where your instincts told you that a wolf was trustworthy.

This little adventure of yours actually caused you and Jack to get closer to each other, sparking a wonderful friendship, and eventually a relationship.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #jack #jack howl x reader #jack x reader #jack howl #disney twst #twst jack x reader #twst jack howl x reader #twst jack howl #twst jack

[luffyvace]

Rengoku x reader headcanons

I LOVE RENGOKUUU

yippie

ummm idk what to make reader so i’m just gonna default to gn 😭😋

enjoy 🤪

okkk so..!

he’s the best boyfriend ever without question

his mama raised him right so he’s a gentleman

he thinks the traditional flowers and sweets is decent but he likes to put a unique spin on it!

oh your worried for your family because demons lurk nearyour hometown?

well never fear! he planted wisteria trees around it!!

oh you like sweets?

DO YOU LIKE SWEET POTATOES?

he’s sharing w you 100% (for those who don’t know his canon fav food is sweet potatoes)

he’d take you on dates spontaneously

after you reminded him that couples date

he knows but kinda forgot since he was never focused much on romance before you

if your not a hashira he wants you as his sugoku

but his training..😭😭

he would be heavily motivational

but he won’t really ease up on you because you have to be strong if you want to survive powerful demons

he does this because he cares, please understand 😭

his love languages are quality time and gift giving

he always brings you back gifts because he knows you worry

or he’ll send them through his kisagi crow to you to arrive before he does

he does this to let you know he’s alive

it’s a real scary relief

but he’s really thoughtful with his gifts so it makes you smile in the end

whenever your together he’ll value and cherish that time forever

sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you with the kindest eyes and most loving smile ever

just watching you as you train or go about your daily life

it warms your heart so much

speak of warm-

MANS GIVES OFF NATURAL BODY HEAT

so..!

perfect cuddler!

you’ll crisp in summer tho :)

have fun! :D

if you develop your own breathing style he’ll be very interested in it and proud of you for creating your own!!

praise is a never ending thing with this man!!

if your a hashira he’d love to spar without holding back to push you both to your limits

you’d spend time at each other’s hashira houses a lot

relaxing in your kimonos as you soak in the warm sunlight

or watch a beautiful sunrise/sunset together

he’d love to go shopping with you on your free time!!

hashira’s can get paid as much as they want but he’d still insist on buying everything for you like the gentleman he is

he such a doting and sweet lover!

rengoku goes straight for personality when it comes to his partner

anyone, really

hes not one to judge :)

therefore your beautiful personality reflects onto your face like sunlight, making it shimmer and glow in through his eyes

rengoku would be a pretty good cook

i feel he observed his mother as she did and picked up on a lot of things

he also keeps his place clean, he doesn’t buy anything he knows he won’t use so it’s mostly sentimental stuff that means something to him

pictures of his family

gifts from friends

everything you’ve ever gave him

he doesn’t mean it in a creepy way

its endearing in his eyes 😅

writes love letters to you if you ever have to be away from him for a long time

the rest of the hashira’s and kagaya think you guys are adorable <33

rengoku wouldn’t mind at all if you like pda

he’d initiate it himself occasionally

neither of you get obnoxious with it

unless you do

mitsuri wouldn’t mind

but the rest?

“😅😃”

is their reaction

you think it’s funny tho

they still love you two dw

but you love each other more

♥︎♥︎♥︎

you can prob tell but this is demon slayer reader btw lol

im sooo happy with how these turned out this gotta be my best work yet it’s adorable 💗

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[arcielee]

Alone, Together

Pairing: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader   Summary: You did not mean to get tipsy, but Aegon takes care of you.   Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of rehab, but this is purely fluff.   Word Count:  1619 Author’s Note: This was inspired by my muse @f4ll-for-you​, thank you for being my beta reader and helping me find structure to this. ♥ This was kind of foreshadowed with an exchanged look between Jace and Cregan in Wait So Long.  Just another continuation to my not-really-a-series series about modern Aegon. I write him as more of a golden retriever bf after he has successfully completely the rehabilitation and therapy that poor bb desperately needed. Taglist (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond​ @sirenofavalon​ @annikin-im-panicin​ @watercolorskyy​ @schniiipsel​ @sylas-the-grim​ @aemondx​ @fan-goddess​ @babygirlyofthevale​ @httpsdoll​ @theromanticegoist​

“How drunk do you think they will be?”

Aegon assumed very, especially after Baela took charge for the bachelorette celebration. Though you never really drank often, if ever, as you found the taste of alcohol to be too much unless craftily mixed to hide the liquor entirely, Baela would be well aware and nothing would stop her from celebrating her dear friend getting engaged. You felt hesitant, but Aegon smiled and gave you a kiss with the simple instruction, “Go, have fun.” 

You left with your friends and Cregan, Jace, the Cargylls and his brothers all came over to the apartment, an informal hang out while Baela sent updates throughout the night: the drag show you went to, the meal at your favorite restaurant, the farewell toast of fruity beverages to your single life. 

The proposal had been unexpected for only you. Aegon had purchased the ring when he left the center, knowing full well that life was done for him and that you, with absolute certainty, were his future. He hoped to create a romantic moment, but instead it came when he had opened the door one evening and saw you in the kitchen. You were wearing one of his shirts and mismatched socks, your hair mostly pulled back with your bangs framing your rosy complexion as you focused on the task at hand. 

“It’s pasta,” you called over your shoulder, before turning and allowing him to see the apron you wore over his shirt, how it cinched your slender waist and the access fabric that spilled over. “The sauce is simmering, but do you mind tasting it and seeing if it needs more–”

“Marry me.”

You met with his eyes and he closed the space between you, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest for a kiss that drew the breath from your lungs. When he broke away, you were stunned and still had your hand wrapped around the spoon you used to stir the sauce. “Aegon, what…?” 

“We should get married,” his smile stretched across his jawline, his eyes bright with his words. “If you will have me, I want you to be my wife.”

You stammered your response. “A-are you sure about this?” It was a subject you left alone, mostly because of the torment he carried from the dysfunctional relationship between his mother and father when his father was still alive, but you did not mind. You loved him, you always had, and you knew he was yours.

Aegon burned for you. “I am sure,” and he pulled out a velvet box to reveal a ring, taking your hand into his own and slipping it onto your finger. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Your friend group was thrilled that Aegon had asked, that it finally was happening, and Baela threw herself into preparations, while Aegon and the boys had a more relaxed approach to their evening. He enjoyed having everyone at the apartment, with the retro console Jace brought that refueled a rivalry since their childhood. 

Even Aemond came that night, bringing his usual quiet reserve; as they watched Daeron and Jace needle at one another, with Cregan trying his best to referee, Aemond pulled Aegon aside. “You seem really happy,” his voice low with the congratulations.

His smile beamed in response and he showed Aemond the latest photo sent of you laughing, gleeful. “I am,” and he wrapped his arm around his brother.

“She brings out the best in you,” Aemond added, his brow raised. 

“I like to think so,” Aegon wet his lips. “Be my best man?”

His lips curled slightly, the hint of a smile that Aegon always searched for and cherished. “Of course.” 

The night waned away and Aegon noticed his phone screen lit up with a text message, we have arrived. He announced it to his friends and they filed out of the apartment, in search of the drunken return of the girls, bounding down the flight of stairs. 

Out front he saw Baela and Rhaena trying to coax you from the car.

“Sweetie, we are home,” Rhaena kneeled in front of the open door, her tone honeyed. Aegon peered over to see how you were sitting crossed legged, holding your shoes and purse against your chest, your eyes wide and glassy. “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”

“I can’t,” your voice was small, tear laced, and Aegon watched you carefully, perched behind Rhaena’s shoulder. “I am so drunk, I cannot walk. I cannot…Aeg cannot see me like this.”

Aegon smiled to himself, touching Rhaena’s elbow, who graciously stepped aside. “Hey, pretty girl,” his low timbre was a balm to your boozed soul, your cheeks warming from his voice. “Come out of the car and let me take you back to our bed.”

You were embarrassed, shy almost, but reached for his hand and he turned around. “Be my backpack, hm?” he called over his shoulder and you wrapped your limbs around him like he was your lifeline. Baela gave a quick kiss to Jace, grabbing your purse and shoes to follow, with her promise to be right back. 

Aegon was careful with you, as always, and you nestled your face between his shoulder blades, enjoying the smell of fresh laundry and that cologne you had gotten for him. Baela grabbed each door and deposited your belongings on the kitchen counter, petting your golden retriever on top of his head, and calling goodbye over her shoulder when she left.

He placed you onto the couch and you giggled as Sunfyre tried to lick your toes; Aegon returned from the kitchen, shooing Sunfyre from your side and handing you a glass of water. “Hydrate,” he said, sinking next to you and watching as you took the glass, gripping it with both hands.

“Are you mad at me?”

His brow quirked with your question. “No, why would I be? Actually,” he gently touched beneath the glass and lifted it towards your lips, “please drink this and then answer me.” 

You took a comically large gulp and he could not help but smile again, but it faded quickly when he noticed your glassy eyes. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asked as he took the half full glass from your hands and set it on the coffee table. 

“I did not want to be so drunk, Aeg, but they had strawberry,” your words babbled like a brook with your confessions, spilling from your red stained lips. “I only wanted to hang out with my friends and celebrate, but the strawberries were so tasty…”

Strawberry jello shots, Baela had warned him in the texts along with the following, my bad. 

The strawberry jello stained your lips, your tongue exceptionally pink as you continued, “I did not want to be drunk and come home…you have been amazing, Aeg, truly, and I feel like I am throwing it in your face!”

“Hey,” his voice was low, soothing, as he cupped your cheeks to bring your focus to him. “I’m fine, I promise you,” he smiled with his words, his thumbs wiping the large tears that spilled from the corners of your eyes. “I am 3 years sober and I have you to thank for that. You have seen me at my absolute worst and helped me through it. Now I have a moment where I can take care of you and your strawberry, giggling, crying mess–this is the least I could do.” 

You hiccupped again. “I’m a mess?”

You sounded childlike and Aegon could not help but laugh, bringing your face in and kissing you softly. “Yes, but you are my beautiful mess,” he paused for a moment, a playful grin curling on his lips. “Mrs. Mess, actually.”

You groaned but smiled, “Gods, Aeg, you are so cheesy.” 

“Ah, fair, but you remember that you said yes,” he reminded you, “so, you cannot take it back now.”

Your expression is almost somber when you look at him, your eyes wet and wide to take him in. “I never would.” 

The genuineness in your tone made him blush and his throat bobbed with a swallow as he pulled away to stand, reaching his hand back to take your own. “Come on, pretty girl,” and he pulled you to stand up, his other hand on your hip as you found your balance. 

You glowed with your smile towards him and he felt it permeate through his rib cage, curling with its warmth in his chest. He placed a hand on each hip bone and helped guide you towards the bed; there was a struggle to remove the dress that poured over your curves, but only after Aegon agreed to give you the shirt he was currently wearing. “It smells like you,” you explained as he peeled it off. 

You tried to kiss him, a deep kiss that would taste like strawberries, and as much as he wished to melt into you, he remained chaste with your advances, the inkling in the back of his mind that he would rather you be sober. Instead, he retrieved the glass of water, which you finished and then immediately announced that you had to use the restroom, and he waited outside the door to bring you back to the bed. 

He crawled beneath the covers and you curled against his chest, Sunfyre bouncing up and laying on your legs. Aegon drew small circles on your back until your breathing was steady, and he continued still; his eyes fell to your sleeping form, your features highlighted by the city lights that spilled through the blinds, and he could not stop the smile that curled on his lips with the thought, Mrs. Mess.

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[theflyindutchwoman]

Are you good? Yeah. Yeah, we got you covered out here. Wherever you go, we go. Well, that's comforting, but I meant, like, are you good? Do you mean do I miss you already? No. I'm fine. You are such a jerk.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.21 - Going Under

Covering Lucy's first days undercover through her conversations with Tim is simply brilliant. Instead of focusing on the isolating side of covert operations, this montage actually emphasises how these two find ways to stay in touch… to hold space for the other, through phone calls that sound like love letters, that serve as a bond between them… And that's the beauty of this scene : it underlines the importance of verbal communication. They can't rely on their usual shorthand here. They can't just guess what the other is thinking with only a look. They have to say things aloud. And that constant dialogue brings out so many things to the surface.

Like how truly different their relationship is. From Tim and Isabel's marriage, that was plagued by miscommunication and secrecy as her recent return pointed out. Or from Sava and Jake's relationship, that was based on lies and deceit. Both Lucy and Tim make a point to constantly check-in with each other here. Right from the start, she asks him point blank how he is doing, recognising his deflection. His little smile when she asks him that… The fondness behind it… His little joke about not missing her and Lucy calling him a jerk… This is so reminiscent of their usual dynamic and they both need this semblance of normalcy. But mostly, it shows how they really pay attention to the other. They make the most of their limited time, discussing the mission as well as personal matters. Like when Lucy asks him to keep an eye on Tamara or to wait for her return to watch Top Chef… Or when she wonders if he ever wishes he had a normal job, one where he wouldn't get shot - talk about foreshadowing by the way… Those are the type of conversations they would normally have. Being undercover doesn't change that : they might be separated by this op, but they're not shutting out the other either. Those little conversations that may seem insignificant are their way of staying connected to each other. The contrast with the previous montage of Lucy sending short text messages to Nyla when she was undercover as Nova couldn't make this clearer.

That's why having Tim as her link to the 'real world' is perfect. It may not be Lucy's first undercover op but it is the first time since they started dating. Tim acting as her case officer gives them both a bit of a preview to what their future might entail, while easing them both to it. It's a way for him to be directly involved in Lucy's op. Besides, no one knows her better than him and she trusts him more than anybody else. And it also provides her with a lifeline, an anchor, the comfort of knowing he's close by. But mostly, this is what forces them to address the elephant in the room. They are both aware of the potential conflict undercover work could create, something that Lucy tried to bring up a couple of times already. But they need to go through one mission to fully grasp how important transparency is - especially Tim. The fact that this op happens right after the return of their doppelgängers and Isabel gives them the opportunity to learn from their errors… to learn from the past. It was important that these two got to fully enjoy their honeymoon period, to solidify their relationship first. So that instead of worrying on how it could tear them apart, they can concentrate on how they can make it work : by communicating, by being transparent with each other. That's the ingredient that was missing in the other relationships. And this scene introduces wonderfully that last act, when they finally voice their fears and feelings. They spent the whole mission finding ways to stay in touch, to communicate with each other and that allows them to finally confront the issue.

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