#i have officially shared some things with more then just Koala

[ev3rm0re-q]

photobooth.

desc: even though you and beomgyu have been together for three months, you two have yet to share a kiss. on his day off, the two of you venture outside and come across a photo booth. perhaps a few pictures might finally motivate the both of you to take action.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: pretty short fluff, romance

warning/s: light swearing!

wc: 1,366 words

a/n: first post aaaaaa! i feel like i could have done better w this one but i still think its pretty cute hehe.

“Are you excited?”

He asked, his brown doe eyes gazed intently on you. His smile lines grew more prominent as he shot you a wide grin. Beomgyu had discovered a picture booth while you two were enjoying his day off, and now you both were waiting in a short line for it..

You inquired, "Yeah! Do you want to plan the poses or are we just going to do it on the spot?"

"Hmm… Let's just do it there, so there's an element of surprise," he said, excitedly clapped his hands.

You both took a step forward, moving the both of you to the front of the line as the following couple enters the photo booth. Only being three months into your relationship, you and Beomgyu engaged in nothing more than handholding and light flirtatious gestures. 

There were, of course, some unexpected forehead kisses and back hugs, in which he would cling onto you like a baby koala as you continued doing your work. But nothing, not even kisses on the cheek, escalated further than that.

You both were both good friends with Taehyun before he introduced you to the boys a year ago, so things were still pretty fresh—especially with Gyu going on tour only a few weeks after you guys first became official. He couldn't help that he was so busy and you understood that.

Yet you continued to yearn for more of his tender touches beyond the forehead kisses, hand-holding, arm-linking, and occasional embraces.

Not even a first kiss. 

So you ended up deciding to wait patiently. You didn't want to push him outside his comfort zone, in case he really wasn't ready. But in reality, the boy was more than ready, but he, too, was shy to take the initiative.

So you ended up deciding to wait patiently. You didn't want to push him outside his comfort zone, in case he really wasn't ready. But in reality, the boy was more than ready, but he, too, was shy to take the initiative.

"C'mon, Y/N, it's our turn now!" He softly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the small photo booth.

You first scooted into the booth, giving space to Gyu and for the both of you to be centered in the camera frame. He inserts some of the coins into the machine and started pressing buttons for it to start.

He wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to his body as the two of you repositioned yourselves to ensure both of you were equally situated in the center of the frame.

You managed to feel a little more at ease in his loving embrace, despite the obvious flush that was starting to emerge on your cheeks in response to the gesture.

"You ready?"

"Y-yeah." You mentally cursed yourself for getting so easily flustered by his light touches.

"There will be six photos taken of you, so have fun and get ready!" You both needed six planned poses in total. "5, 4—" the machine started to count down.

You both looked at each other in playful panic.

"How about a simple pose first, like just a smile." you suggested.

He nodded in response before both of you faced the camera in front, flashing your widest grins.

"Okay, now maybe a heart?" He curled his hand into a half heart, waiting for you to complete it.

You extended your hand to complete his heart, laying your head against his shoulder. After the machine snapped the photo, you pulled away from him to think about a different pose.

For the next two pictures, you two continued to strike spontaneous poses, allowing the photo booth to catch your most unprepared and very candid moments. You were certain that at least one of the snapshots had you blinking by accident.

He continued to peer into the camera while you gazed at him as you came up with a bold idea for your next pose.

"Oh god. The photos are gonna look so candid." He giggled.

"5, 4," Shit. Were you really gonna do it? I mean, you've never really been the one to initiate contact.

"3, 2"

'C'mon, its better to not back out. its now or never.' You thought to yourself, attempting to hype yourself before doing it.

"I'll do a peace sign." Gyu announced.

Before you knew it, you started to lean toward him, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. The sudden contact caused his eyes to widen in surprise, while you could hear the camera click in the background.

The action was so spontaneous that even you couldn't process the situation properly. Your heart began to beat faster and faster as your palms started to sweat from nervousness.

You pulled away, hiding your face in embarrassment at what you had just done. His gaze is practically burning into the back of your hands; you can almost feel it.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm sorry if that was crossing way out of the line. I just thought it would be cute." you muffled into your hands. You felt his own slowly move yours away from your face, exposing your tomato cheeks.

It was hard to read him as he just stared at you with a slightly surprised expression, the photobooth now counting down the seconds for the last picture.

"5, 4, 3"

"And you know I've honestly been wanting to do that for awhile, if that's alright but I know it was all very out of nowhere and—" You kept muttering, glancing down at your hands being held by his own larger ones

He interrupted you by saying, "You're so fucking beautiful." While gazing at you for a brief moment, he softly raised a hand and began caressing the side of your face.

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion. It was like nothing else mattered in this moment but him, not caring about how the picture would turn out anymore. You were both too entranced by one another to pay attention to the timer counting down to one.

"2, 1"

You start to feel heated all over and before you realized it, he was leaning into you, his lips brushing against yours. Your tummy began to overflow with butterflies, and your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest.

"click!"

His lips were soft, pillow-like against your own. A light taste of sweet vanilla and creme still lingered on his lips from the milk candy he had earlier.

Beomgyu encircled your waist with an arm, lulling you in for a deeper kiss while his other hand continued to hold the side of your face. Your close proximity letting the warmth of his body and the flowery scent of his perfume engulf you. Everything felt gentle, from the way he carefully caressed your face to the delicateness of the kiss. 

With only a single kiss, he stirred up so many emotions in you that you almost felt lightheaded from the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

After a few more seconds, you reluctantly pulled away from the boy. Your forehead resting against his as you glanced at his identical, slightly swollen lips. You both just stayed there, trying to catch your breaths and simply enjoying the company of one another.

Damn.

It had already become difficult for him to resist leaning in for another, and you had absolutely no idea how big of an effect you had on him. He gently brushed your nose with his while grinning so broadly that the lines on his face were beginning to ache.

You were so overwhelmed with feeling that you couldn't help but shyly bury your face into the crook of his neck. You bit your bottom lip to control the beaming grin that started to form on your lips.

"Love, don't hide your face. Please don't.." His hands gently lifting you up to face him. His eyes sparkled as he stared intently into your own.

He was so whipped.

As you were about to speak, he kisses you again through those words as you muttered against his lips, "You get me flustered."

He pulls away and leans into your ear to whisper,

"You fluster me more, darling."

End.

#beomgyu fics #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fluff #txt fic #txt fluff #txt x you #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #txt oneshots #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu #txt fanfiction #txt fanfic #txt soft hours #beomgyu x y/n #yeonjun #soobin #taehyun #hueningkai

[forever-rogue]

you don’t have to expand on this if you don’t want to or you could wait until closer to halloween?!? buuuuttt imagine this;

so reader and eddie are in a relationship and the stranger things clan go to a halloween haunted house for fun. reader sticks to eddie the entire time because they are terrified and it honestly seems like the house is just picking on them (grrr). afterwards someone makes a comment about how the reader was so clingy towards eddie and it makes the reader feel upset and silly. reader keeps away from eddie to lessen this ‘clinginess’ thing, but one night reader is terrified and eddie can tell that something’s been keeping them up for nights on end now and he’s had enough. reader explains why they’ve kept their distance in desperation to not spend another night alone :////

idk if this is absolute shite… but it’s been on my mind!

AN | It’s officially spooky season, so here we are! It’s some soft Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Tell me why I agreed to this,” you looked at the looming haunted house, surprised and intimidated by how spooky it actually managed to look. Hawkins didn’t seem to do a lot right, but for whatever reason, Halloween is when the town went all out. You sighed, tightening your grip on Eddie’s arm. His warm chuckle reached your ears and you relaxed ever so slightly, “if I have a heart attack and die, it’s on you, Munson!”

“Relax, princess,” he stopped for a moment, turning so he was facing you. He put a finger under your chin and tilted your face up to his before pressing a small kiss to your lips. He tasted like the sweet cotton candy and caramel corn you’d eaten a while ago and that made you giggle softly, “it’ll be okay. It’s all fake, remember. And besides, I’ll keep you safe.”

“My valiant knight,” your face warmed under his sweet gaze, causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies. No matter how long you’d been together, he still managed to make you feel like you were falling in love all over again, “thank you, Eddie. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he affectionately booped your nose before taking your hand in his and leading you closer to the haunted house. You groaned lightly, but followed him, finding the rest of your friends already in line, “this is going to be so much fun!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You and Eddie apparently had very different definitions of fun. His definition was apparently filled with all sorts of tricks and spooks, while you preferred something much more mellow. You’d snuck into the middle of your friends, letting Steve and Robin go in front and the kids trailing behind you. You figured that it couldn’t get too crazy in the middle…but that didn’t prevent you from clinging onto Eddie like he was your life line.

You were pretty sure you weren’t normally so on edge and that much of a scaredy cat but something about this particular evening had gotten to you. Might have been the shared trauma you’d been through together. Probably. But that was something to unpack another day. 

As you turned the corner into another long hallway, after a few quiet footsteps, a large zombie popped out and growled menacingly, chasing after you before you made it into the safety of the next room. Your heart was thumping around wildly in your chest, and were clinging onto Eddie like a koala; he wrapped his arm around you and held you tightly, whispering soft words of reassurances into your ear.

“We can leave, baby. We don’t have to go through the rest of it,” he insisted but you shook your head. You didn’t want him to miss out just because you were a big baby, “really, I don’t mind.”

“No way, Eds,” you reached for his hand and tightly laced your fingers together before motioning for him to keep going, “let’s just keep going.”

“If it’s too much, you promise to tell me?” his concern was touching but you just nodded in agreement, “I’ve got you princess.”

The rest of the trek through the haunted house wasn’t as bad, but it was still enough to rattle you. By the time you got to the end, your body was practically meddled into his; but you could tell he had a good time which was all that mattered to you. When you stepped back into the fresh evening air, you found the rest of the group waiting for you guys, amused little smiles on Steve and Robin’s faces.

“Oh Eddie,” Robin teased as she looked between the two of you. You knew that she held no ill will and all you could do was laugh nervously, “please keep me safe!”

“Robin,” you groaned and flipped her the bird as she just laughed, “don’t be so mean!”

“I’m just teasing babe,” she promised softly, “but seriously, you’re hanging onto him like a koala. Didn’t think you were so clingy.”

“Give the poor man a moment to breathe,” Steve winked and while it was all in jest, your face flushed with embarrassment. You didn’t think you were that bad….but apparently you were, “you’re going to squeeze the life out of him!”

You immediately dropped his hand and took a step away so there was a small distance between your bodies. Eddie gave you a surprised little look but you refused to meet his eye. Were you really that bad? Did he feel smothered, and just not want to say anything? You hoped not…but maybe it was time to give him some space. Just a little bit, for now. Maybe that would be best for you. Maybe. Probably not. But you were willing to give it a try.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

 After that night, you'd started to create a little bit of separation between yourself and your boyfriend. You knew he'd never tell you that you were being clingy, even if he thought you were. He'd rather deal with something like that than hurt your feelings.

Little did you know that he absolutely did not feel like you were clingy. He adored the fact that you were so close to him. But you weren't aware of that just yet. So, after that Halloween evening spent at the haunted house, you slowly started to take small steps away from him.

At first, it was getting to and from school on your own. Normally Eddie would pick you up and you'd go home with him after school. That's how it had been for almost 2 years. It caught him off guard when you'd called him early in the morning and told him you wouldn't need a ride. It was odd, but he wasn't going to question you - not just yet. He was sure it would only be for a day or two, but that had turned into a week and then two weeks. 

The lunch periods you used to spend with him at his table turned fewer and fewer. Every day it became some sort of excuse of having to go to the library to study, or working on a project, or working to get ahead on something, or to get help on something or other. Eddie knew that was a load of bullshit; you were not only one of the smartest people in school, but one of the smartest he knew. He was sure it was thanks to you that he was finally going to graduate. You wouldn’t need help - at least not that much, if anything people would be asking you for help.

But - those were things he could deal with. He could give you your space during the school day, and he absolutely wanted to respect your boundaries. But then you stopped going to Hellfire meetings - I forgot, ‘m sorry, Eds. You bailed on Friday evening plans with the whole gang - game nights, movie nights, or just hanging out. But the worst part came when you canceled your dates with him, and stopped going to his place all together. It had become so normal for the two of you to spend a lot of your time with one another. 

It slowly managed to break Eddie’s heart, but more than anything, he was worried about you. He knew something was eating at you and just wished you’d let him in so he could make it all better.

And you missed him just as much. He’d become such an important and large part of your life - your heart - and not having them there left you feeling like there was a big hole in your chest. But this was the best thing to do, right? Give him space and not smother him so much. Then why did it feel so very wrong?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The nightmares were getting bad again. They’d dwindled and almost completely went away over the last few months, but they were slowly coming back. There were more nights than you wished to count that you’d woken up, crying or whimpering, working hard to self-soothe and remind yourself that none of it was real. Not anymore  - you were safe and sound and nothing could harm you. 

But that didn’t help you to sleep any better. Your sleep pattern had been so thoroughly disrupted that you barely got more than an hour or two at time before you were up again, cycling through that several times most nights. You were exhausted and felt worse than ever, and you missed Eddie. You felt more like a shell of yourself than anything. 

You were sitting in bed, attempting to read through the battered copy of the Hobbit that you’d stolen from none other than Eddie, when you heard a loud tapping at your window. The sudden sound startled you as you flung the book across the room in surprise. You slid out of bed and went to see what the commotion was and quietly found Eddie, looking at you from the other side of the window. Your heart swelled and then fell, but you slowly opened the window for him nonetheless, folding out a hand so he wouldn’t tumble in. 

As soon as he was on solid ground again, he turned to you, his own eyes glassy with tears as he looked you over. Without a word, you almost jumped into his arms as you flung yourself at him. You couldn’t help it; you’d missed him desperately and just wanted to be held by him.

“Baby,” he took a shuddering breath in and wrapped his arms tightly around your frame as you buried your face into his chest. You felt so good, so warm, and smelled just like your Eddie. He could feel your tears soaking into his shirt as you tried to keep your cries and whimpers quiet, “it’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s alright, princess. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Eddie,” you let him hold you for a few long moments until you were able to get all of your tears out. When you pulled back to look at him, he tenderly touched your face, wiping away the last of your tears, “‘m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much.”

“Hey, I love you so much,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he looked at you sweetly, “what’re you apologizing for? There’s no need; it’s okay.”

“I’ve been treating you like garbage,” you sighed, letting him move you to the bed so you could sit down on the bed. He toed off his old, beat up Reeboks before sitting down in the middle, crossing his legs. You mirrored him and allowed yourself to study his handsome features. He really was beautiful, so much that it made your heart ache to touch him, “you didn’t deserve it, any of it. You deserve way better. Better than-”

“Shh,” he put his finger to your lips, gently shushing you, “I’m not even going to let you finish that. You haven’t been treating me like garbage. More like…recycling -”

“Eddie!”

“I’m kidding,” he teased softly, his messy waves bouncing wildly, “I’m not gonna lie, it has hurt a little bit to have you distance yourself so much, but I’ve been worried about you more than anything.”

“I know,” you nodded and dropped your gaze into your lap as you played with your hands, “I’m sorry to have worried you. I’m sorry for…everything. I love you so much. The worst feeling in the world is knowing I’ve hurt you. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to…be with me anymore.”

“Okay,” he was almost giggling now, “dramatic much? Baby, I’ve always told you and I still mean it - you’re it for me. Whatever is going on is something we can work through. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded through a fresh wave of tears, “you’re it for me too, Eddie.”

“Wanna tell me what’s been going on?” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer so you were almost in his lap, “you don’t have to, but I want to help. I want to make it better, if you’ll let me.”

“It’s stupid,” you shrugged, feeling your face flush with warmth at his intense gaze, “so stupid and I can’t believe…I’m stupid. It’s just that…on Halloween, when we went to that haunted house…Steve and Robin were making fun of him for being too clingy and attached to you. And it made me think - what if I am too clingy? What if I’m too annoying, but you just don’t have the heart to tell me? I thought that if I gave you some space, that might be better. Ya know?”

“Oh. Oh,” he mulled over that night in his mind before pulling up that conversation. He did remember that, but he had a very different take away than you did, “Harrington and Robin were just teasing, sweetheart. You know they’d never actually say anything mean, they’re a lot of things, but they’d never be mean. They didn’t mean anything by it - I didn’t take it like that. And I do not think you’re too clingy. Fuck baby, I love spending my time with you. There’s no one else I’d rather share it with. I’d spend all of my time with you if I could. I love how close we are, princess.”

“Really?” you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes that he was sure would kill him one day, “do you mean it, Eddie?”

“Of course I do,” he reached over and touched your cheek, his fingertips grazing over the soft skin, “I would never lie to you. I’ve missed you like crazy the past couple of weeks. I thought you wanted the space and I didn’t want to push you away. But I couldn’t…I missed you too much. Had to see you.”

“I missed you too,” you hesitated for just a moment, but he could easily read your mind and pulled you into his lap. You curled up and melded into his body, “will you…Eddie, can you stay the night?”

“Of course,” he didn’t hesitate to answer as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “any time.”

“Thank you,” you looked at him softly, “I-I can’t sleep lately and maybe it’ll help if you’re here.”

“You haven’t been sleeping?” he sounded pained as he studied your appearance, “how long has this been going on? What’s wrong?”

“The past couple of weeks,” you admitted softly, “since like…I thought it was better to keep separate from you. It’s just…the nightmares have been back. It’s been making it hard to sleep.”

“Oh,” his heart constricted as you just gave him the lightest of shrugs, “I wish you would have come to me sooner. I’m so sorry, princess. I’ll stay, okay? I’ll stay whenever you want or need.”

“Stay forever,” you worried your bottom lip and he just chuckled lightly before tightening his grip around you, “don’t ever leave me.”

“I’ll stay forever,” he promised, “even if you don’t want me around. I’ll be here. You’re never getting rid of me.”

“I don’t want to,” you shook your head before pulling him in for a kiss, letting your lips linger against his, “forever with you is all I want.”

“Then that’s what you’ll have, princess.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

[clocks-divorcing-ticks]

(TW: Mention of animal cruelty) Is it OK to ask about kangaroo shooting? Kangaroos do seem to be the Australian ecosystem's equivalent of deer (in the northern hemisphere), have always had nonhuman predators, and of course First Nations people traditionally hunt them, and have been doing so for ~65000 years. But what do you think of Ray Mjadwesch's work? He claims that roo shooting isn't sustainable, that kangaroos are threatened and that their populations cannot increase by more than 12% a year. But his work doesn't seem to be peer-reviewed, he's associated with the animal rights movement and claims that the roo shooting industry have bought the official science on kangaroo populations like with fossil fuels and tobacco (both *far* bigger and more powerful industries). The only peer-reviewed article I can find supporting his contention is in the Animal Studies Journal, which is seemingly animal rights-centric rather than focusing on zoology or ecology. I've seen reports on the ABC about genuine animal cruelty by roo shooters, such as leaving joeys to starve after killing their mothers, when they're supposed to kill the joeys and try not to hunt females with large joeys. This could be dealt with in a similar way to cruelty to farm animals (e.g. in abattoirs)? But there seems to be a growing taboo among some people against *ever* killing kangaroos, considering it to be inherently cruel and wrong, that could be broadly adopted by society in general/ imposed on people who don't share it, likely ultimately affecting Indigenous people. The US is considering banning kangaroo meat and leather, for instance. Could this turn out similar to the Canadian seal hunt situation?

I think you've largely answered your own question in terms of the credibility of non peer reviewed science. You can hold it against the enormous body of peer reviewed science that talks about kangaroos (specifically eastern greys and reds) being overabundant and the reasons why (clear-felling and the creation of permanent water bodies for agriculture, removal of predation, their ability to prolifically breed, harvesting rules biasing the sex ratio of populations, etc). You will also see in literature on other actually endangered native species, or in their associated Action Plans, overabundant kangaroos being listed as a key threat to their conservation. The Australian landscape pre-colonisation was never capable of producing such an abundance of kangaroos, and it certainly isn't capable of sustaining it now. The thing is, anti-culling activists will never be satisfied by it. It's a matter of ideological differences. I absolutely understand the emotional argument. I used to be a staunch advocate against culling when I was younger. I remember walking into a lecture during undergrad on the overabundance of native species absolutely adamant that nothing said in that room could make me pro-culling. The weight of scientific evidence that supports it being the most humane thing to do was overwhelming. I walked out of that room knowing two things: one that ecological culls are important in managing healthy ecosystems, and two that I was capable of changing deep-seated ideals when presented with evidence. Not everyone is capable of the latter.

I'd love to take some of the activists to our field sites and show them what an overabundant population looks like. Teach them to recognise the signs of lumpy jaw, intestinal parasites, and the many other signs of starvation and disease that runs rife through these overcrowded mobs. It's truly horrifying to witness a population of thousands of slowly dying kangaroos against the backdrop of a dying landscape.

For many people, they would rather believe that no animal has to die and will staunchly advocate against both ecological culls and hunting. Not just for kangaroos. Here in Australia we see similar very emotional arguments against culling koalas and (feral) brumbies. While they believe they are saving animal lives, the result is that many of them die slow, awful deaths. Meantime many other unseen native animals are driven to extinction from the resultant land degradation (erosion, biodiversity loss, extinction of native flora, etc).

If an export ban happens, it would not be the first time a ban has been placed on kangaroo products abroad. And probably not the last. We dance this dance constantly. All we can do is try to present the science and the evidence, try to get better at communicating with the public, and hope that the governmental bodies in charge of these decisions actually listen to the science.

The worst part of being an ecologist is that part of your job is deciding which animals get to die. Something that came as an absolute shock to this starry-eyed girl with dreams of saving every animal. The reality is that sometimes to save a species, another has to die. Maybe it's because there's not the budget or the habitat or the public willingness to save both, and other times it's because one species is causing ecological damage. In this case it's the ugly reality that removing a few million roos, joeys and all, is imperative in the fight to save the fragile ecosystems we have left.

#alexandra-again #asks #ecology #ecological culls #tw: animal death

[seelestia]

happy new years to you too!! also lia. lia. goodness the way i almost squealed afgshd .+ᵒʰ(つ∀<●)ﾟᵐʸ♪｡ yes,,for blackmail purposes but bedo reserves smiles only for me and klee. so we have two love languages in common! the other would be words of affirmation aside from teasing and me being a koala. tsk-tsk, that sounds like ayato for him to do smth like that /lh. but i bet he'll hold an umbrella over ur head whenever it rains! ~Lycoris

lyyyy! hdhwjdks, i'm vv happy to know that my rambles almost got a squeal out of you, hehe >:) d'awww! i bet there are times where albedo doesn't even notice that you and klee are the only ones he smiles at like that. like a smile so natural, so easy that even the chief alchemist can't comprehend how the mere sight of you two can make the corners of his lips tug upwards so effortlessly.

speaking of, what pet names do you call him (except bedo, ofc, hehe) and what about him to you?? ik they're gonna be cuteeee <3

(p/s: i'm sure klee is a dear to play with, but i hope you don't end up getting a lecture from jean for enabling the little bundle of joy too much! i can feel albedo shaking his head fondly from all the way over here jdjekkds)

and true, ayato just likes having his fill of fun first but he has a clear view of when to stop and take responsibility! but let's be honest, he'd also use the umbrella thing as an excuse to huddle (and because of that, i jokingly jab at him in protest /lh).

no worries! ramble to your heart's content because i'm all too glad to listen ;D (/g) oh my lord, ly is officially my senior now??? i'm digging it! if you were a tailor in mondstadt, i would've come to your shop everyday just as an excuse to give you food 😩 do you have any favorite food of yours?? desserts or snacks??? i'll get my hands on them >:)

I READ YOUR ASK AND CONTACTED MY BEST FRIEND, PINTEREST! that app is a treasure cove of inspos and i just had to share them with you <3 okay, but the light academia x preppy is so adorbs?? they compliment each other so well! as expected of one of my fav couples~ but i just noticed that blueberries and lilies are literally ayato's color palette in a nutshell??? hoyoverse knew me better than i knew myself. (/j)

ylang-ylang is like a plant mostly known for its fragrance! i don't think it's really fun, but i like lots, hehe. its scent reminds me of baby blankets and the name is just so cute and fun to say?? it's, in my words, vv funky. what's your fav scent, ly?? whatever it is, i just know albedo is also in love with it <3 (especially if he can smell it from your hair when you do your daily koala things, ehe!)

as i said just now, ramble to your heart's content, ly! i'm here for it all 😩 to answer your question, i shall present to you the two types of grumpy ayato! i am putting on my silly professor glasses for this 🥸 (/lh)

grumpy from work 'yato in which case i appease by: letting him rest his head in my lap and comb my fingers through his hair while he rants abt work and ask me what i think could help, etc. like a vent + bonding + brainstorming session all in one! life as a public figure can be hard and he can only ever show this side in private with those he trusts, so he really appreciates it when i do this for him.

grumpy from prolonged time of being apart in which he initiates physical touch more than usual like randomly leaning his head onto my shoulder or sneakily searching for my hand to hold it. when i raise an eyebrow at him, his excuse is just "i need to make up for the painful and excruciating time i spent apart from you" — it's only been a day and i thought i was the clingy one. (/j)

i can see it! and when you finally give him some affection, he either flusteredly goes "w-what do you think you're doing?" or just give in and poutily mumble, "took you long enough" <3 AND CYNO'S JOKES. WHAT A NATIONAL TREASURE.

okay, ly, cyno told me to tell you this... but what do you call five ants that move in with other five ants? tenants, you call them tenants. get it?? BECAUSE THERE ARE TEN ANTS AND THEY'RE TENANTS— ly, please don't leave. cyno forced me to do it so i can take a picture of you laughing. did i succeed (/j)

heizou is deffo vv chipper! he always gets up to many adventures for work or to follow his intuition and he often offers me an invite! i, a concerned human being, tag along to "rope him out of trouble" — but i'd be lying if i say his adventures aren't fun and he brings out my spontaneous side which i'm vv grateful for (because i suck at that <//3). heizou also likes to sneak up on me and pull the "guess who?" prank! the correct answer sometimes changes from the most capable detective in inazuma to beloved soulmate to more cheesy stuff, pfft.

as for kuni. emotionally distant tsundere brat who is secretly considerate. OPEN UP, LET ME LOVE YOU. (/lh) but i think out of the two, kuni is the most affection-deprived but it'll take time to have him admit it (sighing because he's cute for that) 😮‍💨

(i am in denial because i do not derive satisfaction from admitting that i like him but he's actually not so bad... i suppose. /j i had a whole denial phase abt him some time ago like i was saying how i don't like him but then most posts on my priv were abt my character analysis on him and how he is so fjkwkkck)

#i got the biggest serotonin from answering this ask #ly i am virtually and gently chomping on your shoulder like a cat (chomp chomp) #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest lycoris! 🍡 #cw: selfships

[tooweirdforyou]

How ASL Bros React To Getting Married To You

A/N : well, I reallyyy want to write a nice long fic but like.. life man. I’m on spring break and have work all week and with my sleep problems 😭 just enjoy this please c:

Summary : what the asl brothers wedding would be like.

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Luffy

“Woah! You look awesome, [Name]!”

So cheery and wholesome.

Zoro is his best man, ( much to Sanji’s dismay )

EVERYONE is there, every single person he’s ever met is there so it’s crowded and you basically had it outside, in Foosha Village, though he wanted it to be on the ship.

All of the girls Luffy’s met is responsible for your appearance, they all helped you on your big day.

Some of the marines were invited, of course.

Luffy’s best mans/groom mans ( idk) ( other than Zoro ) consists of Sabo, Ace, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Law, Shanks and Koby.

Your bridesmaids consist of Nami, Robin ( maid of honor ), Perona, Tashigi, Vivi and Makino. ( shirahoshi and others didn’t have too much room to stand by you because of the guests so they just sat in their respective seats.)

Before it officially started, there was a lot of tension so separation in seats were needed. Big Mom’s crew is sitting on the left back, Marines in the front right, Law’s, Kid’s and Shanks and other pirates are put in the right back, and everyone else Luffy knows is in the front right.

Few are still in shock because of the fact that LUFFY is getting married before them.

A lot of yelling and laughter from everyone is around but as soon as the classic music is playing in the background, everyone shuts up and turns to face the back, where you’re walking with Garp.

Old man Garp is the one taking you, and even he is full of tears from the fact that his own grandson is getting married.

“You take care of my dumb ole’ grandson, you hear? If he ever becomes too much of an annoyance, just knock him a few times in the head.”

And when you finally reach him, everyone is quiet and has the proudest smiles on their faces. Their Luffy is all grown up.

His bright, radiating grin is plastered and he is pretty overwhelmed but right now, you’re distracted by his handsome look in his suit.

Of course, he has shorts instead of long dress pants but he still looked handsome regardless.

Vows are said, rings are given and you smile at Luffy as the minister ( Sengoku ) questions your commitment.

“Do you, [ Name LastName ] take this complete fool, Monkey D. Luffy, as your everlasting husband and, future pirate king?”

Chuckles are heard, and you couldn’t suppress a giggle either. “I do.”

“I see. I wish you luck on this journey. Luffy, you may now kiss the bride.”

Claps are heard around as Luffy grins. “About time!” He cheers and pulls you by your hands, quickly smashing your lips together in a kiss.

“Congrats, Luffy!”

“Not bad, Straw Hat.”

“Where’s the beer? Time to party!”

“Alright, Luffy! Woo!”

Music is quick to break out as everyone is celebrating and cheering.

You and Luffy already cut the cake, ( it took you a lot of force to make Luffy not shove his face in the cake and just CUT IT. )

The giant cake made by Sanji and the Big Mom family, was shared for everyone and there was still plenty left.

And it was just a fun time with everyone. You even threw your bouquet(?) behind you already and it seems the next to be wed was Tama!

Clearly some of the women weren’t too happy to see the little grow becoming married before them but it was a nice laugh.

The night goes on and it’s getting late. Guests are leaving after wishing the two of you well and you two head in for your suite that Nami booked as her present.

“It feels normal. I thought this was some big special thing, why is it such a big deal again?” Luffy questions, forgetting what the girls had told him the several nights before about weddings.

You smile gently and set the last wrapped gift to the side with the others, taking a glance at the shimmering ring on your left hand.

“Because,” you spin around and face your husband, reaching over and taking off his straw hat that he kept on.

“It swears our connection and commitment to each other. Why do you think Shanks married Makino, despite their long distance relationship?”

Luffy offers his gentle smile, seemingly more relaxed at the mention of the two of the most important people in his life, out of many.

“Because they love each other?” He guesses calmly, tilting his head and you nod, giggling at his black hair that swayed.

“And I love you.” You whisper, leaning closer and felt Luffy’s arms enveloping you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you, [Name].”

And he leans back, connecting his lips on yours.

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Ace

“Oh..wow..”

Oh boy, did the Whitebeard crew go BIG.

I have a feeling that Ace would want something a little normal or smaller perhaps, just inviting his personal friends and family, and maybe a few people he met along the way of his journey.

He’s a friendly, outgoing person but for a personal occasion, it’s best to stick with the people you’re closest to.

But he wasn’t complaining when he saw the large äss party, feast and the important people in his life showing up.

Sabo, Luffy and his crew, Shanks, Makino, all of his brothers, members of his old crew, Garp, he was thrilled to see everyone!

The wedding was held on Whitebeard’s ship, of course. It wasn’t too fancy or grand but still pretty large and the ship was right in the middle of the sea.

Ace is all dressed up handsomely in his suit, with the help of Marco, Vista and Izo. His hair isn’t too messy and just styled neatly.

You were dressed beautifully in your gown/suit, with the help of the nurses, Nami, Robin and Izo.

There was a bit of trouble with seating but naturally, many people stood up anyways and were quite busy throwing confetti and other things at you, even if it was a wedding.

Whitebeard is taking you down the aisle, it’s a little bit difficult but he still did, and you can bet he’s excited to have a daughter/son that will help watch over Ace’s dumbass self.

“Rough him up real good, take good care of my stupid son. And call me Pops!”

When Ace sees you walking down, he’ll admit, he’s teary. He’s actually found love, someone like him.. and he’s about to be married to you, the most amazing, attractive, and sweetest person he’s met.

You look so amazing in your outfit, he’s in tears. He’s so lucky.. Marco has a hand on his shoulder and patting his back. “Congratulations, Ace. You deserve this.”

Wiping his tears with his finger, he nods and exhales, holding the widest, warmest smile he could muster.

He was going to love you and protect you all of his damn life, that’s for sure.

The minister is actually Vista! Ace’s best man is Marco and his groomsmans all include Thatch, Luffy, Jozu, Izo, and Haruta!

“Do you, [Name Lastname] take this young kid as your loyal, lawful and everlasting husband?”

“Really?” Ace pouts at Vista’s joke and chuckles are heard, even yours.

“I do, Vista. I’ll make sure he grows.” You giggle as Ace sighs in exasperation.

“Very well. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Ace, kiss your damn bride already.”

“My pleasure.” Ace grins and he’s quick in pulling your wrist towards him, and spinning you into a dipping motion before connecting your lips together in a kiss.

Whistles and catcalls are heard as loud cheers and applause are made.

“Go Ace!”

“Alright, Fire Fist!”

“Better not lose her, Ace!”

Ace rolls his eyes at the comments from his brothers and pulls you back up with a smile. He’s a little glad he didn’t fall asleep midway because of his narcolepsy.

Party immediately breaks out, Sanji aids Thatch in the kitchen to bring out everything and it’s a long night of dancing, boozing and more.

Ace is just off with the guys, having fun and celebrating while you are off with the women, talking about experiences and such.

And when Ace finally finds you and pulls you two away to his room for some alone time, he pulls you close.

“Well, Mrs. Fire Fist, what do you want to do first?~”

His arms are around your waist as he secures you towards him, a cheeky smile on display on his face.

“Not sure, what did you have in mind?” Playing coy, you shrug and tilt your head, turning away from his face which he pouts and uses his hand to force his back to him.

Pecking your lips, Ace smiles again and leads you to his bed. “I have an idea, if you’re up to it?” He wiggles his brows, making you laugh.

He jumps onto the bed, pulling you with him so you were on top. “Well?”

“Oh! Cuddles, I get it! Sure, I’m tired anyways.”

Ace groans at you, heaving a sigh and he whines. “Come on, [Naaamee]!”

You just giggle and sit up, repositioning yourself on his lap and straddled him. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky it’s our special day today.” You hum.

“Oh? So you don’t want to do this after today is over?” Ace muses, smirking a bit since he knew the answer.

You puff your cheeks out at the thought of not having sex with Ace anymore, but you weren’t going to back down. “..Nope!”

Knowing the truth, Ace chuckles and begins to grind upwards into you.

“Alright, I guess I better make this a special memory to remember.”

-

Sabo

“You look incredible, [Name]..”

The most average, normal one. It’s traditional, smaller than most would be, and it’s for personal guests only.

So close members of the revolutionary army, his brothers, Garp and Makino were the only ones invited. If Luffy wanted, he could bring his crew but that’s it!

It’s traditional, so it was held inside a chapel, of course. It wasn’t anything special, everything was set up already and prepared for a small group so it was great.

Sabo is in a dashing, handsome suit like Ace was, but somehow has a much more charming, princely appearance. He helped himself in the appearance, with smallest help of Inazuma.

Your dress too! Somehow it’s more Royal appearing and your veil resembles a crown in a way. Koala and Iva helped you out in this!

Sabo’s best man is actually Ace! The strongest brotherly bond overpowered the thought of having Kuma, Iva or Luffy as a best man, but fortunately, they didn’t seem to mind, since they were groomsmans anyways. Iva being both bridesmaid and groomsman.

Ace was pretty teary and honored, and felt so excited.

The one who takes you down the aisle is Dragon. He’s a little awkward about it at first but he is quite proud of Sabo, even if he doesn’t openly show it.

“Take good care of him, alright?”

“I will.” You assure, thanking him when you finally reach the point of Sabo’s side.

The whole time, Sabo is staring at you in awe, feeling speechless. How did he manage to get someone as beautiful and wholehearted as you?

He can’t contain his wide grin and excitement, his hands just a hint clammy from the nervousness of possible rejection. But he knew you loved him. Because he loves you.

“Someone looks handsome.” You whisper in a giggle and Sabo chuckles. “Not compared to the beauty you have right now.” He winks.

The minister is actually Kuma, of course. Kuma was the obvious choice. Kuma took the position with gratitude.

“[Name Lastname]. Do you take Chief of Staff Sabo, as your lawful, loyal and everlasting husband?”

“I do.”

“Congratulations. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Sabo, please do the honor of kissing your bride.”

Sabo is the most natural approach, taking a step forward and cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you forward, for a kiss.

Cheers and applause are made and heard, and Luffy, being the brother he is, pulls out a loud confetti popper and pulls it, it shooting it out everywhere like fireworks.

“Congratulations, you two!”

“Alright, time to get drinking!”

“Better not let this get in the way of your missions..”

“Luffy, how’d you even get that?!” Sabo widens his eyes and he laughs. “Franky made it for me! He said it’ll be super, for the wedding!”

“Geez..”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips and Sabo finds himself laughing alongside you and the whole place is soon filled with laughter and cheer.

It’s a small family party but it was still pretty chaotic regardless, and Sabo makes sure to take you outside for some fresh air when it becomes nighttime.

“Hey, feeling okay?”

Taking a seat on the bench nearly, Sabo sits beside you and you nod, immediately leaning into his shoulder.

“It’s overwhelming, I guess..” the warm smile that spreads your lips is contagious as he does the same when he sees it. “But,”

You take a look at your ring finger, that held the beautiful silver ring and diamond. “I couldn’t be happier with today. I’m married to the love of my life.”

Sabo smiles gently and closed his eyes, leaning against the backrest and let the moonlight light against his face.

“I am, as well. I couldn’t be any luckier to be married to you now..” taking your hand in his, he intertwines your fingers and brings your hand up to kiss.

He kisses your ring finger specifically and hums.

“Thank you.. for being with me.. I love you, [Name].”

“Of course. Thank you for being with me. I love you, Sabo.”

-

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A/N : well! This was sweet~ I feel bad for Luffy’s part because it’s not the greatest. :/ but I hope you enjoyed! :D

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[yourmidnightlover]

drivers license

Summary: based on this request. i kind of changed it a bit and made it the ‘story behind drivers license’ if that makes sense. the events that lead up to her writing this song in the future.

TW: fluff/angst, a bit of kissing, sad ending, i think that’s it?

WC: 4,349

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there was always a certain kind of tenderness when you would return home to visit your dad. you rarely got to do so, especially being on your first national tour. so when any opportunity arose to see him, you took it as a blessing. 

your dad had told you about a guy your age he had taken under his wing and began to mentor, you had just never met him. sebastian? samuel? his name escaped you. your dad had just mentioned how he was a little older than you, and a bit different than most people you would meet at the fbi academy. 

because of knowing how much your dad liked this boy, it was no surprise that when you were dropped off by the taxi cab you took you saw a guy matching the description your father had given you a while ago. 

there he stood, a book in hand as he leaned against the post of your dad’s porch, completely unaware of the world around him. he was engrossed in the book, lost in another place you wondered if he would ever want to show you. 

“y/n!” your dad began making his way down the steps of his cabin to greet you. “spencer, why don’t you help her out a bit?” 

“oh-uh, ri-right. yes, of course,” he stuttered out before making his way to help you get the remaining bag out of the trunk. 

“hi, spencer i assume?” you squinted, extending your had to shake his before remembering what your dad had told you. “oh wait, i’m sorry. you don’t like hand shakes,” you laughed off, retreating your hand and opting to just wipe your palm on your pants. 

you finally got a good look at him.  his hair was slicked back neatly, almost too neatly for someone in the fbi. his eyes were a bit sunken in, but not in a worrisome way, more in a way that made you wonder what those eyes had seen to make them that way. his nose, an adorable button nose that was a bit upturned at anything beneath him. lips, the doors of breath, the plump pinkness of them as he softly bit the inside of it from... nerves? habit. what words would fall out of them that would engross your being entirely. 

he was attractive. maybe in a bit of an unconventional way, but in a way nonetheless. 

“th-that’s alright,” he smiled softly as he took both bags from you and began taking them inside of the cabin to the room he knew to be yours. 

“dad,” you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, him returning the favor. “i’ve missed you,” you hummed against his shoulder.

“me too, sweetie. i’m glad your back,” he pulled back, grasping your shoulders firmly. “how long are you staying this time?”

“1 1/2 months,” you smiled. “that’s why there’s so much stuff,” you huffed out a laugh as you motioned to the rest of the taxi, grabbing the remaining two bags only for him to grab them from your hands. “i can carry my own things, y’know.”

“and i want to do something sweet for my daughter. let me live, why don’t ya?” he teased as you both went into your room, spencer following behind after you made it past the living room. 

it was similar to how you left it before college. there were pictures of your high school friends you weren’t in touch with anymore, some of you in the marching band and others of you at the lake with a group of people. there were banners of the college you had once wanted to go, now overshadowed by your dreams coming true. your old paintings were displayed on the wall along with some family photos you had taken with stephen. there was your guitar in the corner, along with a keyboard and ukulele you had learned to play when you were little. 

“i’m so sorry i’ve deprived you of being sweet to your daughter,” you raised your hands in feigned defeat. “how’ve you been?” you asked, plopping down on the familiar bed. 

“i’ve been good. spencer being around has been helping with you not being here,” he replied as he took the seat beside you. 

“wow, already replacing me, huh?” you chuckled as you nudged jason with your shoulder gently. 

“i’ll let you two get acquainted,” he pat your leg gently before he stood up and left you and spencer in your childhood room.

“i-i would never want to do that. if i’m overstepping i can tota-” spencer got cut off.

“don’t worry, spencer. i was just... playing around, y’know?” you smiled. “i’m glad you’re here to help out with this old man,” you laughed. “i’ve heard a lot about you. you’re pretty impressive, i hope you know that.”

“oh uhm, th-thank you. i think?” he smiled again, taking a seat in the chair at your vanity after turning it towards you. 

“you’re welcome, it’s not everyday i meet a doctor that’s under 20,” you chuckled once again. “sorry, i make terrible jokes when i’m nervous,” you looked back down at your hands. 

“i think i’ve caught on to that, yes,” he agreed. “why, if i may ask, are you nervous?” 

“um, i guess because i’m intimidated by you?” you phrased as a question.

“you’re intimidated by me? ho-wha-why would you be intimidated by me?” he questioned, leaning in closer to your bed in interest. 

“well for one, three phds. two, eidetic memory. three, have you looked in the mirror?” you returned the questioning, leaning in to mirror his body language. 

“what’s wrong? why would i need to look in the mirror?” he leaned back a bit, looking in the mirror at your vanity and furrowing his brows before you stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. 

“nothing wrong, spencer. you’re just... attractive, okay?” you chuckled as he settled into your touch. “oh shoot, i’m sorry,” you grimaced as you retracted your hand, surprised when he grasped it firmly.

there was a brief moment, one that made it seem as though maybe he had that same attraction to you. that brief moment held an impact on you. he wasn’t just looking at you. he was looking at you. it seemed like he was committing this moment to his everlasting eidetic memory. 

and just like that, it was over. in the blink of an eye that moment was gone. 

“s-sorry,” he let go of your hand quickly, you pulled it back to your side, not forgetting the touch of his soft hand, his fingers encasing around gently. 

“don’t be, spencer,” you smiled before your dad came back into the room.

you had talked with him throughout the entire night, both your dad and spencer. there were times when you were almost positive he had felt that spark. you thought maybe even your dad noticed it, but nothing was said or done. 

after your dad had gone to bed around 2:30 a.m., you had all decided it was too late for spencer to drive back to the academy. so, he would stay the night.

you had wanted to continue your discussion with him about popular study methods, being yet again entranced by his ramblings and the way his hands would motion about nearly anything he could. you were both on the couch, sharing a blanket as you began to doze off to the soothing sound of spencer’s voice. 

“sorry, i should stop talking,” he chuckled, his hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly before you grasped his hand with yours.

“no, no it’s not that. please, keep talking,” you smiled before releasing his hand. “your voice is really nice, is all,” you shrugged.

“re-really?” his voice raised three octaves.

“yea, really,” you chuckled. “can you just... keep talking?”

“uhm, y-yea. sure. i can do that,” he smiled as you curled in closer to him. your head rested on his chest as your hand wrapped around his side before your head shot up.

“i’m sorry, i-is this okay? you don’t even like shaking hands and here i am curling into you like i’m a koala. koala’s do that, right? yea sure they do that,” you rambled on.

“it’s alright. there’s more warmth, i think it’s nice,” he said as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling your body closer to his.

“alright, i just wanted to make sure,” you complied, your head resting fully on his chest with no reservations. 

“so there were many studies done in the 80s about how writing things multiple times helps the brain with muscle...” spencer trailed on talking, noticing the way your breathing steadied out with the welcoming of sleep.

you didn’t feel the kiss he pressed to your hairline once he was sure you were asleep. you didn’t know that’s the best he’d slept in weeks. you would never know. 

the week went on very similar. you would spend most of your time with your dad, and when able to spencer would tag along after he got out of the academy. you found yourself yearning for the times he would come over, and realized that he was the closest friend you’ve had since high school. and it only took two weeks. 

two weeks for the bit of attraction to develop into a crush. two weeks for you to realize how sweet and caring and boyfriendy he would be if he was officially yours. but you couldn’t say anything about it yet.  

unbeknownst to you, sometime before you had arrived your dad had told spencer about your driving issue, or more like the lack thereof. 

“so...” he smiled mischievously. “i heard that you don’t know how to drive yet,” he revealed as you chuckled humorlessly.

“nope. not gonna happen, sir,” you laughed as you rose from the bed, placing your notebook away on your shelf. 

“what? why not?!” he argued, remaining on the bed. 

“because, spence,” you huffed, turning back around to face him, pressing your back against your shelf. “it’s just... it makes me really anxious.”

“you? scared of something?” he incredulously replied. “no way,” he chuckled.

“hahaha, very funny,” you mocked him as you threw yourself down on the bed beside him. “i’m scared of a lot of things, y’know. i just don’t let people know about it,” you shrugged as you began playing with your fingers. 

“why not? it’s normal to be afraid of things,” he replied, laying all the way down beside you. 

“really? what’re you scared of then, doctor?” you replied sassily. 

“the dark,” he revealed quickly.

“the dark?” you turned your head to face him in confusion.

“mhmm, the dark,” he nodded as he looked down at you, staring into your eyes. “before you ask, it’s because of the inherent absence of light,” he smiled as you rolled your eyes. “but i still go into the dark all the time. metaphorically and physically.”

“it’s easier said than done,” you huffed out as you broke eye contact. 

“i’ll be there to help you through it all, y/n,” he reached for your hand and held it in his own. “i promise.”

there’s that feeling again.

“fine!” you groaned. “you win.”

“as i always do,” he grinned smugly before you pressed your palm against his face, shoving it away with a chuckle from the both of you. 

the next day, you were both in your dad’s car in the driveway. you were in the driver’s seat, spencer in the passenger side. you pressed on the brake as you switched gears to drive. 

“alright, slowly ease off the brake gently,” he guided softly. 

“the brakes are really sensitive on most cars, so you don’t need to be too aggressive with it.”

“slow down, jeez!” 

“okay, that was a really good stop.”

“not so sharp-” you hit the curb. “...on the turns” 

“okay, now pull in... just like that.”

“reverse, brake,”

“put it in park, perfect!”

“how’d i do, coach?” you smiled widely as you removed your hands from the wheel.

“not the worst, but you still need a lot of improvement,” he laughed.

“whatever you say,” you rolled your eyes as you removed the keys from the ignition. 

the next few days, you had driven around 20 times. you made simple trips to the grocery store, around the block, and to get food. you and spencer now had a road trip playlist, courtesy of you.

you also had a song you wanted to show him, one that wasn’t out on the radio yet. 

so the plan waited. and waited. and waited. 

“why don’t you sing us something?” your dad suggested while playing poker yet again, spencer clearly winning so far. 

“well that’s a bit random, dad,” you chuckled as you put down your card to fold.

“you should!” spencer agreed eagerly. “please?” he gave you puppy dog eyes. 

“fine!” you sighed, getting up to grab your guitar from your room. “just, don’t laugh. it’s a piece i’ve been working on since i got here. i haven’t found the right lyrics yet so bare with me,” you chuckled before beginning to strum.

you didn’t bother playing the lyrics, you knew they would reveal way too much far too fast. for now, the melody would have to do.

“wow, that sounds pretty good, y/n,” your dad applauded along with spencer. 

“thank you, thank you all,” you chuckled, taking a bow before returning your guitar to its respective place.

the next day you were driving, you decided to turn the radio on as a change of pace. you sighed as you rested your head on the back of the headrest, just listening to the music play until you heard a familiar sound. 

your head shot up, you looked at spencer with wide eyes before turning the radio up just to be sure. sure enough, it was your voice coming from the car radio speakers. your mouth dropped in awe as you froze in your seat, looking at spencer in the eyes.

“wait, this sounds like...” it took him a minute to realize. “this is your voice?!” he asked, his head shooting up with a look similar to yours as you nodded your head eagerly. 

he reached over the center console, wrapping his arms around you snugly. you embraced his arms, returning the favor gladly as you swayed to the song.

“that’s the first time i’ve heard it on the radio, spence,” you cheered into his shoulder.

“oh my god, that’s so amazing, y/n,” he pulled back. “i’m so proud of you.”

“thank you,” you smiled. 

you were still wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, just gazing into your eyes. suddenly, he was leaning in. his hand moved from behind your back to the side of your face, cupping it gently. you leaned in a bit in return.

suddenly, the door to your dad’s cabin shot open as he was shouting:

“you’re on the radio! you’re on the radio!” 

you both shot back to your respective places, you gave spencer a small smile before getting out of the car to go celebrate with your dad.

“y/n, i’m so proud of you!” your dad wrapped you in his arms. “congratulations.”

“thank you,” you huffed into his shoulder, breathing in the calming scent of home. 

you couldn’t help but wonder what might’ve happened if your dad hadn’t come outside. would he have actually kissed you? you would never know.

the week before you had to leave, you decided to finish writing the song. it wasn’t very hard, you’d written love songs before. but this one had actual meaning behind it. this one was for someone. it was for spencer.

a week before you had to leave your dad had gotten called out on a case, spencer had volunteered to keep you company for the next couple of days. spencer had called you ahead of time to tell you he was on his way.

when he arrived, he seemed a bit off. he wasn’t as... spencer as he normally was. his eyes didn’t light up, his smile was fake and only took up a small portion of his face. 

“are you alright?” you asked, closing the door behind him as he entered the house. 

“what? oh-yea, yea. i’m fine,” he pulled another fake smile.

“spencer, growing up with a father as a profile taught me a few things. what’s actually wrong?” you pressed as you sat down on the couch, spencer following suit.

“it’s really stupid,” he shrugged. 

“i don’t think it’s that stupid if it’s upsetting you,” you replied, scooting closer to him on the couch.

“fine,” he took a deep breath. “so... i’m clearly not as fit or muscular as most of the people in the academy. and i know i’ll be exempt from most of those physical attributes on account of my mind. but-well,” he sighed once more. “the guys there are just so rude about it. th-they laugh at me when we do our workouts. they don’t ever let me finish a thought. they call me chicken legs. it’s just... i’m tired of it. i thought that once i left high school i wouldn’t have to deal with people like them but i’m starting to think there will always be someone with something backhanded or rude to say about me,” he finished.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to rest his head in the crevice by your shoulder and neck. his arms flew around your waist as you began rubbing light circles on his upper back.

“you’re right,” you broke the silence, not letting him out of your grasp. “there will always be someone with something to say, whether it’s good or bad. but what matters is how you hold yourself after they say something. you could hide away, which may seem like a good idea at the time, or you could ignore them, which seems really hard to do. and it is. but it’s easier as you learn to accept things they say.”

“what does that mean?” he questioned.

“it means, as cliché as it sounds, embrace your differences. if a guy calls you chicken legs say ‘yea, i have chicken legs. but at least my brain isn’t the size of a chicken’s.’” you countered, feeling a laugh against your shoulder. “and you know how much i love it when you talk. your mind amazes me every time i see you, spence. so don’t, please don’t, let them ruin you. you are perfect, just how you are.”

“thank you, y/n,” he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “i-i really needed to hear that.”

“anytime, doctor,” you smiled. “want me to play with your hair?” he nodded enthusiastically, plopping his head down in your lap as you began twirling and twisting his strands in your fingers.

you had managed to finish the song two nights before you had to leave. your dad still hadn’t gotten back from the case, so spencer was still going to hang out with you alone that night. you were going to play it for him. 

so when he got back from the academy, you grabbed his hands and led him into the living room.

“alright, i wrote this song, and i wanted to play it for you,” you smiled, playing with your fingers as you sat him down on the couch once more. 

“a-alright...” he said with a smile, his brows furrowing in confusion. 

“alright,” you ran to your bedroom to get your guitar, racing back to begin playing.

*i actually wrote this song so please be nice lol*

“i wasn’t looking for much

i just came back,

and then i felt your touch

and the way you smiled, 

made me think that maybe

this would be worth my while.

because i’m driving off the deep end

swear to god this isn’t right

you should be mine, 

i should be yours.

i heard your voice on that night,

the way that you held me tight

in your arms

and i never wanna leave

if it means i have to let you go

i don’t wanna let go.

the next day we were in the car

you made me feel safe inside

then i showed you my guitar

i let you inside my mind

but i’m scared you’ll be the one to say no

the one to go

because i’m driving off the deep end

swear to god this isn’t right

you should be mine,

i should be yours.

i heard your voice on that night,

the way that you held me tight

in your arms

and i never wanna leave

if it means i have to let you go

i don’t wanna let go.

i don’t wanna see you go

don’t wanna be the one 

to tell you so

because i can’t take the stress

of whether or not you’ll say yes

because... 

i’ve driven off the deep end

swear to god this isn’t right

you should be mine,

i should be yours.

i heard your voice on that night,

the way that you held me tight

in your arms

and i never wanna leave

if it means i have to let you go

i don’t wanna let go.”

you bit your lip as you set the guitar down, taking a seat beside him on the couch slowly.

“that sounded great, y/n! you said you just wrote this? it’s really good!” he replied, a bright smile on his face, clearly unaware of the gravity of the song.

he didn’t understand the song was for him. about him. 

“spencer... do you not get it?” you asked, closing your eyes in fear. 

“get what? the song was really good, what’s there to get?” he replied.

“it was... the song... nevermind,” you smiled, finally opening your eyes to face him “thank you.”

if he didn’t understand it, you could always tell him later, perhaps.

the last night of your visit, your dad had gotten back from the case and joined you and spencer for dinner.

“so, have you finished that song you were working on, y/n?” your dad asked curiously.

“uhm...” you trailed off, the subject still a bit rocky for you.

“she has! it’s really good, she played it for me the other night,” spencer divulged. 

“oh. that’s nice. care to play it once more?” he requested.

“right,” you took a deep breath. “sure, of course i can.”

so, you played it once more. you stayed focused on your strum patterns and the notes as you played.

“wow that was really good! are you thinking of releasing it?” your dad asked. 

“well i’d have to talk to my manager about it, but i might,” you shrugged as you took your seat back at the table. 

“what’s it about, if you don’t mind me asking,” you dad asked once more. “or... who’s it about?”

“why does it have to be about someone? maybe it’s just abut a feeling,” you sassed.

“well normally you don’t tell a feeling you should be theirs’,” spencer added.

“yea, yea, yea,” you rolled your eyes. 

that night, you and spencer fell asleep yet again watching another movie in your bedroom. part of you was surprised your dad allowed spencer and you to get this close... but maybe he knew that he didn’t feel the same for you and your dad knew.

the next morning you finished packing so you could leave. it was a bittersweet moment, truly. you wanted to stay with your dad and spencer but you also wanted to follow your dreams. 

you had already bid your goodbyes to your dad before he had to go into work. packing up the last of your bags in your car, because now you felt comfortable driving, you closed the trunk once more.

“y/n?” spencer called you back inside the house.

“yea, spence?” 

“i’m going to miss you,” he smiled fondly. “i uhm, i wrote you this letter. and i just... can you read it once you’re on the plane?” he asked as he hadned you the letter, tears filling his eyes at the thought of you leaving. 

“of course i can,” you smiled back. “don’t cry, doc. then i’ll cry,” you huffed out a laugh. 

“i just, i don’t want you to go,” he replied, not realizing the irony of him saying that.

“i don’t want to go, but i need to do this,” you bit your lip. “i need to follow my dreams. but... i did say goodbye. that song? it was about you, spencer,” you felt the tear leave your eye, drip down your cheek. “i like you a lot, and i just didn’t really know how else to tell you other than writing a song.”

“y/n, i... the song... you want to be with me?” he asked in confusion. 

“yea, i do. i really do,” you nodded sorrowfully. “but now i’m leaving and-”

his lips were on yours in an instant. his hands cradled your face like they once were as you sat in the car with him. you hesitated for a second before your arms flew around his neck, welcoming his lips once more. your tongue traced his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he eagerly allowed. it was harmonious, much like the song that brought you two to this moment.

until it was over. you pulled back slowly.

“wow,” you swallowed.

“yea... wow,” he replied not moving his eyes off of yours. “i just... i couldn’t let you leave without doing that at least once.”

“i’m glad you didn’t wait,” you smiled before removing your arms. 

“but you’re still leaving...” he remembered, quietly announcing it as though you had forgotten.

“mmhmm,” you nodded your head. “i am...”

“and we can’t be together. because i’m about to graduate from the academy. and be a member of the bau. and i won’t have time for...” he realized with a look of sadness.

“you’re right. i’ll be touring and i barely have time for my dad,” you shrugged.

“so we agree?” spencer added. “this would never work?”

“we agree,” you turned around and started walking towards your car. “this would never work.”

you boarded the plane, fresh tears piercing your eyes as you sat in your seat.

he didn’t want you. he didn’t think you were worth fighting for. he didn’t think you were enough for him. he would rather face death than be with you, want you. he kissed you only to want to leave. 

you felt terrible about yourself. part of you hated him. but every part of you couldn’t help but... love him.

but now it’s too late.

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#spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #angst #song writer

[spencers-dria]

Hi could you do Spencer Reid x reader spencer accidentally says something mean about reader and they hear but later spencer shows reader how much he loves them. Or same thing but there in an argument and spencer yells something like “ can you once shut up for once. But at the end he shows reader he loves them. Please and thank you and sorry this is so long.

Ps love love your work. ❤️❤️

🎉150 follower celebration Day 1!

Okay so this is my first Request I received for my 150th follower celebration from...coincidentally, my 150th follower! Thanks so much for this request. I hope I did it justice. I liked writing a little sassy Spencer!

Particularly Loquacious

Spencer x Reader

Angst and Fluff

Spencer had a habit of talking, a lot. Not just like any chatty person, but like someone who really didn’t know when to stop talking. He had been called out on this so many times it sort of fell on deaf ears after a while. He learned to tune it out and go about his business as normal. What he wasn’t used to was someone rivaling his ability to take over the conversation. He didn’t even realize what it was like for everyone else, until they came along.

They loved to talk to everyone and anyone. The problem for him was, people seemed to enjoy their company, their chatting. It usually ended up on topics he had little to no input on, and he really wasn’t used to this. Intentionally or not, Spencer had a habit for being able to steer the conversation into familiar territory. He genuinely enjoyed sharing his facts and knowledge with his friends, his teammates. But not them.

They liked to talk about the latest pop music or new movies, what was going on with celebrities, and other things that Spencer knew absolutely nothing of. He was quite used to people speaking on issues of which he had no interest, but he also didn’t mind being left out in those instances. But not with them.

Spencer wanted so very badly to join in and talk with them, to get to know them better. They seemed so very different from him in every way. He grew increasingly frustrated with himself, with his lack of social skills and pop culture knowledge. He tried his best, he really did. Magazines, trash tv, he made it minutes before giving up on any of his quests to impress them. It was this very frustration that was growing in him as he listened in on a conversation about some reality TV show he had heard them mention many times before.

They were sitting in a breakroom at the police station near the latest case. He watched as they snacked on their lunch while continuing their conversation with Derek and Emily.

“Well who do you think should have gone home?” Emily asked.

“Not her. Literally anyone but her! I mean, I figured surely she’d make it to the top three! But this is what happens when you let people vote instead of trusting the judges like every other season.”

“Will you shut up already!?”

Spencer regretted it the moment it left his mouth, even before Derek and Emily turned to look at him with shock and a bit of anger. But not them.

They looked at him with hurt as tears filled their eyes to the brim.

A quick “I’m sorry” being whispered before they rushed out of the room, wiping their cheeks as they went. Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he felt like such a jerk. He doesn’t yell at people, hardly ever. With that said there’s a great many people he feels deserved it, though he’s held back. But not them.

They did nothing wrong. The dam holding back months of frustration just happened to break right in front of them. The only reason it ever existed was because of his desire to know them more. And now he had probably ruined any chance of that ever happening.

Spencer searched until he found them tucked away in a back hallway, sitting on the ground, crying silently into their knees. He wanted to hug them, tell them how much he cares, but he holds back. He’s probably the last person they want touching them. He slides down to sit next to them, staring ahead at the wall as he finds the courage to speak.

“I’m so sorry- that wasn’t- I shouldn’t have yelled. It wasn’t about you well- actually it was but it's not what you think. I actually really love how much you talk I- I know it doesn’t seem like it. You probably think that I am the world’s biggest jackass, which would be an astute and accurate assessment. And I completely understand if you don’t want to give me any of your time but I just-”

He’s cut short, just before spiraling into a storm of anxiety and self-deprecation, but the light touch of their hand over his. He looks up to see them looking at him not with hatred, annoyance, or even hurt, but with kindness and understanding. His heart swells at the feeling of their touch for the very first time.

“Slow down, Spence. It’s okay. Take a few deep breaths, then tell me what you’re thinking.”

Spencer closes his eyes, following their instructions as he feels his rapid heart rate slow to a steady beat. When he opens his eyes, they are waiting patiently.

“I just- I uh care about you- a lot. I never know how to talk to you or what to talk to you about. I don’t know about any of that stuff you talk about with the rest of the team. I’m not up to date on the latest trends and topics in popular culture. And I know you could give a rat’s ass that Koala’s have the same fingerprints as humans or how many constellations are in the night sky. But that’s all I have to offer so I got- I got frustrated. With myself, not with you, please understand that. You did nothing wrong. I love listening to you speak your voice it’s- well it’s kinda calming ironically, considering my outburst.”

Spencer lets out a small snicker at the irony as he catches his breath, looking over to gauge their reaction.

For a moment they look as though they are lost in thought before a smile spreads over their lips, just before a small giggle escapes.

“That’s what that was about. You just wanna talk to me? I was wondering why you never joined in! Spencer I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me.” They squeezed his hand, rubbing soft circles on the back of it with their thumb. Spencer thought his heart might leap out of his chest.

“Really?”

“Yes really! I love listening to you talk as well. You’re smart, interesting, funny. I’ve wanted to get to know you since I started. So yes, you’re a bit of a jackass, but only for making assumptions and not just talking to me about this in the first place.”

Spencer can’t help but hold back his grin as butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“I promise it won’t happen anymore. I’ll talk to you as much as you’d like. But for the record, I’m known for not being able to shut up.”

“Well you’ve been too quiet around me for months. A Spencer Reid that keeps on talking, I don’t see me ever tiring of that. Oh and one last thing before we go back-” They stand, offering him a hand to pull him up.

“How many?”

“Hmm?” He looks over at them, puzzled, as they make their way back to the breakroom.

“How many constellations in the sky?”

“Eighty-eight officially.”

“Will you show me?”

#criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer x reader #Spencer x gn reader #gn reader #angst and fluff #angst #spencer reid fluff #fluff #Spencer Reid sass #hurt comfort

[kitsu-katsu]

On kiribaku becoming canon and their evidence:

So I posted this on reddit earlier, but wanted to have it here where more KRBK shippers are, since I just ended up compiling a lot more than I thought I would.

Fair warning: A pretty big text with a compilation of kiribaku moments ahead.

We would all love kiribaku being canon, and I think it's not as much of a longshot as some may lead you to believe.

Honestly, if one of them was a girl, this would most certainly be canon, like, just in the anime we have:

Them becoming friends slowly in the background, leaving us with good development between them that is so seamless it can hit you hard once you notice how close they've become if you hadn't noticed before.

Them arriving and leaving the pool together while walking in the sunset.

They support and compliment each other (both on personality and quirks, like come on).

Kirishima can just lean on Bakugou or side hug him all the time and Bakugou lets him with no problem, which considering who we're talking about is a pretty big thing.

Kirishima can seem even more agitated than Deku about Bakugou being taken, and Deku is the one who idolized him since childhood.

The whole "It has to be you" thing and the precious hand holding (including that little scene after the rescue, where Kiri tries to grab Baku's hand again).

Kirishima bought expensive night vision googles in case they were useful for the rescue even though they had Yaomomo with them (this boy goes through extremes just to ensure his boyfriend's best friend's safety)

Kirishima is officially the one Bakugou considers an equal, and considering his conflicting inferiority and superiority complexes (making him perpetually place people as above him or beneath him) is vital information.

Kirishima is esentially Bakugou's first real friend (as Deku was considered more of an incomprehensible nuisance and his childhood troop seemed more like his followers who just put him up on a pedestal and followed what he did).

Kirishima has jumped in front of danger for Bakugou's sake quite a bit of times (including a time in the movie).

Kirishima is a central piece in Bakugou's character development.

Bakugou was the one who told Kirishima he was strong and gave him his confidence back, reminding him of what he said at the start of their friendship.

Kirishima unlocked fucking UNBREAKABLE because of Bakugou's encouragement.

Going to extra stuff:

Bakugou's favourite hobbie is hiking, and we're shown he takes Kirishima with him sometimes, thing he doesn't seem to do with other characters.

The whole festival thing, with the narrator outright assuming Bakugou must have given his coat to a pretty girl who was cold, only for it to be revealed in another picture that he gave it to Kirishima because as usual, he didn't have a shirt on.

On the movie Bakugou could have taken anyone to I-Island and took Kirishima as his plus one. They share a room. Kirishima bought suits for both of them, with the most detailed one with white roses being for Bakugou, and they decide to go to the party together.

In a BNHA Smash connected directly to the movie, Midoriya notices the white roses in Bakugou's suit and notes that they mean deep respect and "I'm the one for you", which prompts Bakugou to send an explosion his way (not to Kirishima who gave him the suit, mind you), which makes the flowers turn red (from blood), after which Mineta appears to say that red roses mean "beautiful and passionate love".

They are usually seen together in merch stuff.

There's this tumblr post talking about japanese fan's reactions to one of Horikoshi's drawings which I find at least hilarious:

https://exbrodokills.tumblr.com/post/187710597637/here-it-is

There are discussions regarding Kirishima's character sheet and the translation of him liking "tough guys" (here's a podt by aitaikimochi explaining the meaning of the translation: https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171127708911/amp) where even translator such as aitaikimochi have gotten into, and they have mentioned that there's a japanese stereotype of a type of gay guy who is obsessed with "manly behaviour" and usually stay away from women, prefering tough guys instead, which is interesting to say the least.

Some of the light novel episodes which show more slice of life moment feature some good kiribaku moments, with a prominent one being this one wich details their study date (it seriously seems like fan fiction, not even kidding, and this is supposed to be sort of canon):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171236111166/amp

Also there's a chapter where Kirishima tells Fatgum about Bakugou being extremely happy, and another one where they are arm wrestling between classes and they cheer for one another heavily.

(Honesly, just go through aitaikimochi's whole kiribaku tag, there are some pretty interesting things there)

Here are some analysis on their possible coding, if you guys are interested:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1dxO6Y0yK_wxOJDmRsBYvsVWKwsH7tKc92skxJ--R1m4/edit?usp=drivesdk

(Bakugou's one link can be found at the end of that one)

And in BNHA Smash, there are quite a lot of things, and we must not forget that the whole thing still gets approved by Horikoshi before being published, some of my favourite things are:

Kirishima inviting Bakugou to spend christmas together, with the translators noting christmas in Japan to be a romantic holiday in the same panel.

In one issue, Jirou falls for Kiri and him being oblivious just leaves her for Bakugou.

Once Bakugou becomes a shoujo boy after being his with a quirk and just involuntarily talks in flirt, and in one moment Kirishima outright flirts back.

Bakugou works his ass off to repay Kirishima for the night vision googles they used in the rescue.

Kirishima is literally described as the chicken soup for Bakugou's soul!

An interesting thing I found out is that in the chapter where all of 1A minus Bakugou turn into animals, one scene originally had Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous of Kaminari and Midoriya petting Tsuyu (as a cat - yes I know, a cat) and giving all their attention to her, however, Horikoshi himself changed that scene, noting he didn't think their character relations worked well in that scene, and made it so that the one that ended up in smash contains Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous because Todoroki (as a koala) has climbed up Bakugou's torso and won't let go. I saw this all in a tumblr post a few months ago, which showed the original scene in a book (I think it was in italian and was translates below) but I can't currently find the link, sorry, if someone finds it, It'd be appreciated if you could reblog with said link.

And in regards to meta stuff, the show already has some LGBT characters in it, with Magne and Tiger being trans and Toga being bisexual, so it's not as much of a lost cause to hope for this as it would initially seem.

(Please kirimina shippers, don't take offence because of this, it isn't my intention to insult your ship, I simply want to analize what has been given to us, so please try to take this lightly):

We should also take into consideration Krishima's first version in the sort of "beta" for the manga (where Midoriya was Yamikumo).

His character sheet mentions he's quite the delinquent and entered UA to impress a girl. Obviously his character evolved tremendously since then, but the girl was most probably intended to be Mina's equivalent. This was later changed to him liking "tough guys"/"hard liners" and his thing with Mina became more of an "I admired your bravery and heroic spirit when in middle school even if I hardly knew you", later seeing each other and establishing more of a little friendship. However, it hasn't really moved further from there, and Kirishima has already established much stronger bonds with our favourite exploding boy. All changes in characters are made for a reason, and Horikoshi clearly changed his mind on Kirishima's motives for wanting to be a hero and his relationship with Mina.

So yeah, all in all, this ship is great, it's precious, adorable, helps both characters grow, is balanced and has good chemistry. So even if after all these things they don't become officially canon, we still have so much canon material for them in the present I'd honestly still be happy, these dorks make me smile and melt my heart, so I hope they both have good endings.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #ship #otp #krbk #bakugou katsuki #eijirou kirishima #analysis #canon moments #i just love them both #love them so much #best boys

[bansheeoftheforest]

Crush AU route where Jekyll does end up in everyone's pairing/polycule tho. Everyone asks who he'll choose, he panics about having to make a choice and points out that they're ALL amazing, when someone suggests, "Wait! Why don't we just.. share him?"

Jekyll trying to keep his massive polyfam hidden from the press. Almost gets caught smoochin' multiple beloveds. He is getting so much love and attention, it is So Good, and he's always getting double kisses even when with one person because Hyde is a big clingy mess who follows him everywhere. The only two still fighting are Hyde and mind!Lanyon because they just despise each other.

Bonus: Everyone finds out about the Jekyll and Hyde thing, but before he can beg them not to send him to Bedlam they all lose their shit like "TWO BOYFRIENDS??? TWO?? THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF OUR LIVES!!"

Oo, what if also seperation branch of this route? Now Hyde is able to physically hang off of Jekyll all the time like a koala. What if mind!Lanyon also somehow became physical during the split? Would he still be blue? How would Robert react to now competing with his copy for who gets to take Jekyll on a date tonight? The chaos and fluff of this AU, man.

ABsolutely fuck yes. No angst at all, Henry gets so many lovers and he gets so much love and attention and there is no more fighting. I also love the thought of Henry desperately trying to keep all of it from the press because... Well... Half of his partners are men, some are criminals, one is a goddamn living corpse, not to mention that the look of having more than one partner already is a bad one as is. Henry would be the most loved man and he just would be so happy for once in his life. He would feel so safe and protected because goddamn if not all of his partners are protective of him. One partner catches the fact that Henry has a rough day, suddenly he gets bombarded with treats and sweets and cuddles and all that shebang. Henry just brushing off rumours, like, a newspaper will say that they suspect that the Lodgers and the Society is just a whole disguise for Henry's "harem" or whatever they call it, Henry just goes "pfffttt, really? You think i'd date my own Lodgers? Ha! Get some better theories next time". Henry probably officially marrying Emma to keep the press off of him but him still being happy with his multiple lovers <3

I love the thought of everyone finding out about Hyde and Henry panicking, almost crying begging everyone to please just hear him out, he doesn't want to go to Bethlam please don't send him there-- but all his partners are just going so happily ape-shit over the fact that they get TWO boyfriends now!!! Two boyfriends!!! Especially if Hyde and Henry separate and so their partners can have two boyfriends to put their attention on.

The... The thought of Henry's mind!people separating with Hyde is so funny to me because suddenly both Lanyon, Jasper, and practically anyone else has to compete for his attention with his version of them, jfc, none would be pleased but they certainly would not stop them from being possessive of their Henry. Man... So much fluff. Henry would be the world's most loved man and I absolutely love that. Even better if his little polycule start dating each other too so it's just one giant ship with that expands like a tree <3

#ask #thejeksburyguy #crushing au #banshees au

[peralta-guaranteed]

Oh god loved so so much the best friend siblign AU and I wonder if, when u got time and u feel like it, would you write how the story goes, i imagine all the family quite happy bc the really get close to Jake they like him and love how happy makes Amy and the fact now he is one more of the family but a super mad and angry Jorge who doesnt like them so they fight for their love IM SORRY I JUST GOT SO EXCITED IT WAS AMAZING

aw don't apologise for being excited!!! That's always the best reaction to a fic or hc!! - in true Peraltiago fashion Jake + Amy decide to keep their... thing a secret for a while until they really figure it out, because they sure as heck did NOT go on three dates before that smooch fest at the diner, and tbh only the knowledge that Charles+Gina+Rosa are still snoring at the apartment back there keeps them from racing back and uh, making it official 😏 - (Jake thinks about his empty dorm room for a hot second but then realises that Charles might come back in the morning and there is NO WAY he's making Amy go through that) - they never manage to go on an actual date though because Amy is always busy with school (double major yooo), so mostly Jake just hangs out at Amy+Rosa's place... the same way he did before... except for when Rosa leaves and he can finally cuddle his non-girlfriend-girlfriend (titles have not yet been chosen) - they only go officially bf / gf when Amy gets hit on at a party (by Teddy) and immediately realises she actually has a NO THANK YOU response ready now as Jake rounds the corner with their drinks! "Sorry, I'm here with my boyfriend actually" she says and gives him a quick kiss and he's dumbstruck for a second but then immediately joins in - their friends find out before the family does, though, simply because they are shit at hiding so the trio ends up stumbling in on various moments. Charles sees them holding hands somewhere on campus and thank god he got the mildest reveal because even that almost makes him faint. Gina does not believe for one second that the hickeys on Jake's neck are 'bruises' from some sort of 'ultimate frisbee' mistake and basically pins him down until he tells her the truth. Rosa, rather unceremoniously, simply runs into Jake in her hallway. At 3am. Both in their underwear. Good thing they lived together before and were actually kind of used to that. - when Jorge finds out, he's not really angry,mostly just... confused. Like, what? Jake? And his sis? Aren't they.. friends? When did this happen? Also kind of not cool, dude, you shoulda asked your friend, her brother, before you- "Oh so now you get to have a say in what I do and don't with my life? Like we're back in the 50s?" No Amy that's obviously not what I mean I just-.... fine okay you can do whatever you want - Matteo is absolutely overjoyed when Amy tells him. Like YES, you go girl, get you some nice college slice of beef cake, if you hadn't I probably woulda tried my turn next Thanksgiving (this is all shouted into speaker phone when she calls him just to make Jake feel extra awkward... the not-twins are little troublemakers if they want to) - and, well, once Matteo knows, the whole family knows. The brothers are mostly happy about it (except for David but who gives a fuck about that), because yeah Jake is a great guy and they already involuntary tested him for all Santiago-related situations, but they're definitely going to test him a bit more the next time he visits (he's been re-invited to Thanksgiving before all of this anyway, and Camila was considering Nochebuena too because he told them how his family didn't ever really do Christmas so he'd probably stay at college during winter break... which is an absolute no-go in the eyes of the family matriarch) - to be honest, it's mostly Camila (and Victor) who have a bit of a problem with it. Yes, Jake was a wonderful guest, as chaotic as he was, and yes, he's become somewhat part of their family already, but that was as Jorge's friend. Being their only daughter's boyfriend, of which so far she has had only two before him, is a whole different ballgame. And what got overlooked as 'quirks' of his is now harshly judged as 'possible problems'. - so when Thanksgiving 2 : family harder with a vengeance comes around, Jake is absolutely terrified of making a bad impression. Even if he's already made an impression on all of them, several times, over the past two years. But still. He tries to be on his best behaviour (and is immediately teased and taunted for it by

the Santiabros) and at the same time tries to keep a friendly distance from Amy to be inappropriate (and is immediately rebuked by his girlfriend basically hanging off of him like a koala the entire time). - Victor takes him aside for the Shovel Talk after dinner, when the rest of the family is gathering on the porch like usual. Jake expects about 7 more Shovel Talks to come the next two days they're there, but this one is obviously the worst, because Camila joins in. He's pretty much this close to signing some sort of contract promising he will never even bend one hair on their daughter's head when Amy barges in and saves him by dragging him off to the porch swing. - And then Jake gets his Thanksgiving dream of Amy cuddling into him under the blankets while having a beer with the Santiabros, and the way he holds onto her to make sure she doesn't fall off the swing, and the way she falls asleep so quickly and so deeply in a way she never has when anyone else of the family shared the swing with her, makes the Santiabros realise that their Shovel Talks are absolutely not needed.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #headcanons #AU

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Oh hi! Can i ask for 💚 for felix with a female reader? Thank u! Those prompts were so cute btw!!

YES!! I’m glad you like them! Honestly this is the most realistic way I could imagine Felix confessing since he’d never outright admit it without a little prodding.. 🍄🖤

Felix:

- Felix would appear to be just as much of an asshole, but the other lions who know him well recognize that he is significantly less of an asshole to you. This is Felix code for ‘damn it I secretly love you’.

- In the academy days I could totally see Felix with unresolved feelings for a childhood crush on you, back from your little friend group in Faerghus. You don’t really remember anything out of the ordinary, but as the oldest kid I know Sylvain remembers everything that mini Felix did. Probably Ingrid too, she’s pretty perceptive, and I’m sure they eventually got Dimitri in on it.

- So flash forward to present day with all of you as members of Blue Lions, Felix has been trying just a little too hard to convince them that he definitely doesn’t have feelings for you. Faerghus squad has decided it’s been drawn out long enough, the truth has gotta come out before you end up married off to some other noble and it’s too late.

- Definitely says dramatic stuff like ‘you’re insufferable’ and ‘I have no idea how I’ve tolerated you for so long’ when he gets flustered to cover up what he really means, ‘damn it you’re adorable’ and ‘pining after you for a decade is getting frustrating’.

- Sylvain’s ability to evoke jealousy and Dimitri’s ability to elicit a protective response from Felix because ‘get the hell away from her boar’ are S rank weapons in the ‘confession war zone’.

- Step One: Get everyone to have an outing in town to “pick up something for Byleth.” Oh boy! Is that a pastry shop? Well Ingrid just has to force you all to go in! Everyone can sit at a booth with her while she eats~ Alright, time for Dimitri to sit right next to you! A success, he earns a mumbled ‘I don’t trust you for a second, boar’ and then Felix is wedging himself between the two of you. Oh man that’s a tight squeeze. Oh goddess you haven’t been this close to Felix since you were little. It is at this point, Felix realizes that he has been duped. And he is now focusing on suppressing his raging heartbeat while touching thighs and arms with the love of his life. Damn those scoundrels..

- Step Two: Lunchtime! Sylvain has engaged you in a ✨casual✨ game of hot or not, prompting you about your opinions on people at the monastery ‘innocently’ while we test just how hard Felix is capable of clenching his fists! Q: So, who’s the hottest house leader? A: Huh, I’ve never thought about that...I mean, Dimitri does have really pretty eyes! Felix is officially >:((((( and oh man when the boar stutters out a thank you Felix almost loses it..but he feigns cool and scoffs at the both of you.

- Q: Hmm ok..then what about everyone in our friend group? A: What? I mean, I think everyone looks pretty good?? Q: Welllll I don’t know man, Felix is hella scary, he has a permanent scowl! Stupid Sylvain!! Felix’s nails are full on digging into his palms now, how dare Sylvain talk shit about him with you?! Then you laugh..Goddess send help please your laugh is too adorable!! A: Quit being a jerk, Sylvain, Felix is totally attractive! OH MAN. Is it even possible for Felix to hide how red his face is? Can everyone hear how fast his heart is pounding? (Y/n) just called him attractive he feels like he’s going to explode!

- Step Three: Get everyone to cycle through sparring together and tell embarrassing stories about Felix. It’s a little evil but it’s a master plan..sparring is when Felix’s emotions show up the most. Everyone pray for my boy Dimitri who agreed to fight Felix while he’s worked up. You’re benched for this match, watching Felix because man he was impressive..when Sylvain and Ingrid engage you in an odd conversation about your childhood to pass the time. Including:

• Remember that time when we were little and Felix scraped his knee up super bad and came crying to you? He was sniffling so hard and he clutched onto you like a baby koala the whole time you patched it up!

• Oh, or the time that we went out by ourselves to go camping and when it got dark Felix was so scared! He kept crying and crying until you eventually let him share a sleeping bag with you!

• What about the time you sprained your ankle and Felix carried you the whole way home and told you he would be your knight in shining armor?

• There was also that time when you and Felix built a pillow fort and he told us that we weren’t allowed inside because it was ‘The Fort of Fraldarius’. And then we asked why you got to play inside the fort and he said that you were ‘Lady Fraldarius of the Fort’

- ALRIGHT THAT’S IT. Rip Dimitri, his sparring partner is in a frenzy of embarrassment masked by rage 💔 Shortly after hitting Dimitri with a sword over and over again Felix goes off to hole up in his room after being called out for his feelings. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little flustered, but it was ultimately overpowered by how funny it was to think back to little things like that and then look at present day Felix. You hadn’t thought about him like that in a while, he would always come to you and so you gave him space when he became more closed off.

- But you still mostly retained the ability to pick up on what the underlying meaning of your friend’s words and actions was. It seems he really hadn’t changed so much from the sensitive little boy who sought your attention..his adoration was still there, he just had no idea what to do with it. Truthfully, a part of you has always loved Felix and you had even wondered about the possibility you’d end up married to him, given the ties between your parents.

- The thought of Felix sulking behind you silently yearning for the rest of your academy days and then abruptly having to go into marriage with you was a mess. So, if you were certain Felix liked you despite his words, would it really be so daunting for you to make a move?

- Now you’re knocking on his door and hear a very muffled ‘go away’. The length of the chain bolt keeping the door shut allowed you to wedge it open just about an inch and you quietly peek inside and..Felix is on his bed, well, you can’t really see him because there is a heap of blankets piled over him. As if he’s building a protective barricade against your friends. Wait that’s exactly what he’s doing lol this is just the fuck off fort WAIT HOLY SHIT FORT-

- You whine at him to at least let you chill in his blanket fort because you didn’t do anything with the intention of teasing him. He groans at your childishness and informs you that this ‘fort’ is not yours to invade. Ok this could end up with a million different outbursts but the cards are all on the table-

- ‘But Felixxxxxx!! Even if I’m older I’m still Lady Fraldarius of the Fort 🥺🥺🥺’

- But he’s quick to quip back at you..damn so close!! ‘Well, (Y/n), given that you are 17 years old now I was inclined to believe that you realized that you actually have to marry a Fraldarius for that title. Perhaps I underestimated your idiocy.’ DAMN. He really went there. Ok, if that’s how it is, two can play that game..

- ‘Damn, alright. Well if that’s what it takes to get into the cozy Fort of Fraldarius, where do I sign up to check off the qualifications?’ >:3

- OH BOY UMMM FELIX IS COMING OVER HERE REALLY FAST- Be prepared to be picked up and be thrown into the fort with Felix.. It’s actually quite impressive how many different ways Felix can find to call you an idiot..while still attached to you. Felix, too, has known that there’s a probability you would become eloped by your families, and brings that up now because ‘Whatever. I suppose if I must marry an idiot, it would minimize the negatives if it was an idiot that I’ve already had to tolerate for so long. But if I have to endure such for my family line, I guess I should build up as much of a tolerance for you as possible before then.’

- So basically, the heavily encrypted message you received was ‘Yes, I’ve always thought about marrying you. But, now you have to be my girlfriend and give me as much of your attention and affection as possible’ He gets a little better about covering things up and has at least admitted that he loves you and you’re official, along with that it makes him happy when you hold him like you did when you were kids. He’s gone a wholeass decade now without ever seeking out anyone else, just remembering your childhood affections, so once you’re alone and he’s gotten used to things enough he’ll be pretty touch starved. Now, he just sits and waits, glaring at you until you deliver your routine cuddles that he would never admit to wanting out loud..

WHEW OK I DID IT AGAIN AND WROTE A RIDICULOUSLY LONG HC ON ACCIDENT 🥺🍄 Followers pls let me know if you like the long ones I write or if you’d like me to start making them short! Also lmk if you want me to censor any cussing it’s just a regular part of my vocabulary so I always end up writing some! Tyty for all the support I really really appreciate it 🥰✨ Oh! also! this is a side blog so unfortunately I can’t really reply to comments without it getting confusing, but I read everything and appreciate comments so so so much!

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[auroraluciferi]

if anyone in this time of deep concern of his health is interested about what a worthless piece of shit Prince Philip is, here is a very brief list of 90 racist, sexist, and incredibly ignorant things the man has said in the last century:

1. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Beijing, during a 1986 tour of China.

2. "Ghastly." Prince Philip's opinion of Stoke-on-Trent, as offered to the city's Labour MP Joan Walley at Buckingham Palace in 1997.

3. "Deaf? If you're near there, no wonder you are deaf." Said to a group of deaf children standing near a Caribbean steel drum band in 2000.

4. "If you stay here much longer, you will go home with slitty eyes." To 21-year-old British student Simon Kerby during a visit to China in 1986.

5. "You managed not to get eaten then?" To a British student who had trekked in Papua New Guinea, during an official visit in 1998.

6. "You can't have been here that long – you haven't got a pot belly." To a British tourist during a tour of Budapest in Hungary. 1993.

7. "How do you keep the natives off the booze long enough to pass the test?" Asked of a Scottish driving instructor in 1995.

8. "Damn fool question!" To BBC journalist Caroline Wyatt at a banquet at the Elysée Palace after she asked Queen Elizabeth if she was enjoying her stay in Paris in 2006.

9. "It looks as though it was put in by an Indian." The Prince's verdict of a fuse box during a tour of a Scottish factory in August 1999. He later clarified his comment: "I meant to say cowboys. "I just got my cowboys and Indians mixed up."

10. "People usually say that after a fire it is water damage that is the worst. We are still drying out Windsor Castle." To survivors of the Lockerbie bombings in 1993.

11. "We don't come here for our health. We can think of other ways of enjoying ourselves." During a trip to Canada in 1976.

12. "A few years ago, everybody was saying we must have more leisure, everyone's working too much. Now that everybody's got more leisure time they are complaining they are unemployed. People don't seem to make up their minds what they want." A man of the people shares insight into the recession that gripped Britain in 1981.

13. "British women can't cook." Winning the hearts of the Scottish Women's Institute in 1961.

14. "It was part of the fortunes of war. We didn't have counsellors rushing around every time somebody let off a gun, asking 'Are you all right - are you sure you don't have a ghastly problem?' You just got on with it!" On the issue of stress counselling for servicemen in a TV documentary marking the 50th Anniversary of V-J Day in 1995.

15. "What do you gargle with – pebbles?" To Tom Jones, after the Royal Variety Performance, 1969. He added the following day: "It is very difficult at all to see how it is possible to become immensely valuable by singing what I think are the most hideous songs."

16. "It's a vast waste of space." Philip entertained guests in 2000 at the reception of a new £18m British Embassy in Berlin, which the Queen had just opened.

17. "There's a lot of your family in tonight." After glancing at business chief Atul Patel's name badge during a 2009 Buckingham Palace reception for 400 influential British Indians to meet the Royal couple.

18. "If it has four legs and it is not a chair, if it has got two wings and it flies but is not an aeroplane and if it swims and it is not a submarine, the Cantonese will eat it." Said to a World Wildlife Fund meeting in 1986.

19. "You ARE a woman, aren't you?" To a woman in Kenya in 1984, after accepting a gift.

20. "Do you know they have eating dogs for the anorexic now?" To a wheelchair-bound Susan Edwards, and her guide dog Natalie in 2002.

21. "Get me a beer. I don't care what kind it is, just get me a beer!" On being offered the finest Italian wines by PM Giuliano Amato at a dinner in Rome in 2000.

22. "I would like to go to Russia very much – although the bastards murdered half my family." In 1967, asked if he would like to visit the Soviet Union.

23. "If a cricketer, for instance, suddenly decided to go into a school and batter a lot of people to death with a cricket bat, which he could do very easily, I mean, are you going to ban cricket bats?" In a Radio 4 interview shortly after the Dunblane shootings in 1996. He said to the interviewer off-air afterwards: "That will really set the cat among the pigeons, won't it?"

24. "Oh, it's you that owns that ghastly car is it? We often see it when driving to Windsor Castle." To neighbour Elton John after hearing he had sold his Watford FC-themed Aston Martin in 2001.

25. "The problem with London is the tourists. They cause the congestion. If we could just stop the tourism, we could stop the congestion." At the opening of City Hall in 2002.

26. "A pissometer?" The Prince sees the renames the piezometer water gauge demonstrated by Australian farmer Steve Filelti in 2000.

27. "Don't feed your rabbits pawpaw fruit – it acts as a contraceptive. Then again, it might not work on rabbits." Giving advice to a Caribbean rabbit breeder in Anguilla in 1994.

28. "You must be out of your minds." To Solomon Islanders, on being told that their population growth was 5 per cent a year, in 1982.

29. "Young people are the same as they always were. They are just as ignorant." At the 50th anniversary of the Duke of Edinburgh Awards scheme.

30. "Your country is one of the most notorious centres of trading in endangered species." Accepting a conservation award in Thailand in 1991.

31. "Aren't most of you descended from pirates?" In the Cayman Islands, 1994.

32. "You bloody silly fool!" To an elderly car park attendant who made the mistake of not recognising him at Cambridge University in 1997.

33. "Oh! You are the people ruining the rivers and the environment." To three young employees of a Scottish fish farm at Holyrood Palace in 1999.

34. "If you travel as much as we do you appreciate the improvements in aircraft design of less noise and more comfort – provided you don't travel in something called economy class, which sounds ghastly." To the Aircraft Research Association in 2002.

35. "The French don't know how to cook breakfast." After a breakfast of bacon, eggs, smoked salmon, kedgeree, croissants and pain au chocolat – from Gallic chef Regis Crépy – in 2002.

36. "And what exotic part of the world do you come from?" Asked in 1999 of Tory politician Lord Taylor of Warwick, whose parents are Jamaican. He replied: "Birmingham."

37. "Oh no, I might catch some ghastly disease." On a visit to Australia in 1992, when asked if he wanted to stroke a koala bear.

38. "It doesn't look like much work goes on at this University." Overheard at Bristol University's engineering facility. It had been closed so that he and the Queen could officially open it in 2005.

39. "I wish he'd turn the microphone off!" The Prince expresses his opinion of Elton John's performance at the 73rd Royal Variety Show, 2001.

40. "Do you still throw spears at each other?" Prince Philip shocks Aboriginal leader William Brin at the Aboriginal Cultural Park in Queensland, 2002.

41. "Where's the Southern Comfort?" On being presented with a hamper of southern goods by the American ambassador in London in 1999.

42. "Were you here in the bad old days? ... That's why you can't read and write then!" To parents during a visit to Fir Vale Comprehensive School in Sheffield, which had suffered poor academic reputation.

43. "Ah you're the one who wrote the letter. So you can write then? Ha, ha! Well done." Meeting 14-year old George Barlow, whose invited to the Queen to visit Romford, Essex, in 2003.

44. "So who's on drugs here?... HE looks as if he's on drugs." To a 14-year-old member of a Bangladeshi youth club in 2002.

45. "You could do with losing a little bit of weight." To hopeful astronaut, 13-year-old Andrew Adams.

46. "You have mosquitoes. I have the Press." To the matron of a hospital in the Caribbean in 1966.

47. "The man who invented the red carpet needed his head examined." While hosts made effort to greet a state visit to Brazil, 1968.

48. "During the Blitz a lot of shops had their windows blown in and sometimes they put up notices saying, 'More open than usual.' I now declare this place more open than usual." Unveiling a plaque at the University of Hertfordshire's new Hatfield campus in November 2003.

49 . Philip: "Who are you?"

Simon Kelner: "I'm the editor-in-chief of The Independent, Sir."

Philip: "What are you doing here?"

Kelner: "You invited me."

Philip: "Well, you didn't have to come!"

An exchange at a press reception to mark the Golden Jubilee in 2002.

50. "No, I would probably end up spitting it out over everybody." Prince Philip declines the offer of some fish from Rick Stein's seafood deli in 2000.

51. "Any bloody fool can lay a wreath at the thingamy." Discussing his role in an interview with Jeremy Paxman.

52. "Holidays are curious things, aren't they? You send children to school to get them out of your hair. Then they come back and make life difficult for parents. That is why holidays are set so they are just about the limit of your endurance." At the opening of a school in 2000.

53. "People think there's a rigid class system here, but dukes have even been known to marry chorus girls. Some have even married Americans." In 2000.

54. "Can you tell the difference between them?" On being told by President Obama that he'd had breakfast with the leaders of the UK, China and Russia.

55. "I don't know how they are going to integrate in places like Glasgow and Sheffield." After meeting students from Brunei coming to Britain to study in 1998.

56. "Do people trip over you?" Meeting a wheelchair-bound nursing-home resident in 2002.

57. "That's a nice tie... Do you have any knickers in that material?" Discussing the tartan designed for the Papal visit with then-Scottish Tory leader Annabel Goldie last year.

58. "I have never been noticeably reticent about talking on subjects about which I know nothing." Addressing a group of industrialists in 1961.

59. "It's not a very big one, but at least it's dead and it took an awful lot of killing!" Speaking about a crocodile he shot in Gambia in 1957.

60. "Well, you didn't design your beard too well, did you? You really must try better with your beard." To a young fashion designer at a Buckingham Palace in 2009.

61. "So you're responsible for the kind of crap Channel Four produces!" Speaking to then chairman of the channel, Michael Bishop, in 1962.

62. "Dontopedalogy is the science of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it, a science which I have practiced for a good many years." Address to the General Dental Council, quoted in Time in 1960.

63. "Tolerance is the one essential ingredient ... You can take it from me that the Queen has the quality of tolerance in abundance." Advice for a successful marriage in 1997.

64. "I never see any home cooking – all I get is fancy stuff." Commiserating about the standard of Buckingham Palace cuisine in 1962.

65. "I suppose I would get in a lot of trouble if I were to melt them down." On being shown Nottingham Forest FC's trophy collection in 1999.

66. "It makes you all look like Dracula's daughters!" To pupils at Queen Anne's School in Reading, who wear blood-red uniforms, in 1998.

67. "I don't think a prostitute is more moral than a wife, but they are doing the same thing." Dismissing claims that those who sell slaughtered meat have greater moral authority than those who participate in blood sports, in 1988.

68. "Ah, so this is feminist corner then." Joining a group of female Labour MPs, who were wearing name badges reading "Ms", at a Buckingham Palace drinks party in 2000.

69. "Cats kill far more birds than men. Why don't you have a slogan: 'Kill a cat and save a bird?'" On being told of a project to protect turtle doves in Anguilla in 1965.

70. "All money nowadays seems to be produced with a natural homing instinct for the Treasury." Bemoaning the rate of British tax in 1963.

71. "It is my invariable custom to say something flattering to begin with so that I shall be excused if by any chance I put my foot in it later on." Full marks for honesty, from a speech in 1956.

72. "Why don't you go and live in a hostel to save cash?" Asked of a penniless student.

73. "In education, if in nothing else, the Scotsman knows what is best for him. Indeed, only a Scotsman can really survive a Scottish education." Said when he was made Chancellor of Edinburgh University in November 1953.

74. "If it doesn't fart or eat hay, she isn't interested." Of his daughter, Princess Anne.

75. "They're not mating are they?" Spotting two robots bumping in to one another at the Science Museum in 2000.

76. "I must be in the only person in Britain glad to see the back of that plane." Philip did not approve of the noise Concorde made while flying over the Buckingham Palace.

77. "The only active sport, which I follow, is polo – and most of the work's done by the pony!" 1965

78. "It looks like a tart's bedroom." On seeing plans for the Duke and then Duchess of York's house at Sunninghill Park.

79. "Reichskanzler." Prince Philip used Hitler's title to address German chancellor Helmut Kohl during a speech in Hanover in 1997.

80. "We go into the red next year... I shall probably have to give up polo." Comment on US television in 1969 about the Royal Family's finances.

81. "Bugger the table plan, give me my dinner!" Showing his impatience to be fed at a dinner party in 2004.

82. "I thought it was against the law these days for a woman to solicit." Said to a woman solicitor.

83. "You're just a silly little Whitehall twit: you don't trust me and I don't trust you." Said to Sir Rennie Maudslay, Keeper of the Privy Purse, in the 1970s.

84. "What about Tom Jones? He's made a million and he's a bloody awful singer." Response to a comment at a small-business lunch about how difficult it is in Britain to get rich.

85. "This could only happen in a technical college." On getting stuck in a lift between two floors at the Heriot Watt University, 1958.

86. "I'd much rather have stayed in the Navy, frankly." When asked what he felt about his life in 1992.

87. "It looks like the kind of thing my daughter would bring back from her school art lessons" On being shown "primitive" Ethiopian art in 1965.

88. "You're not wearing mink knickers, are you?" Philip charms fashion writer Serena French at a World Wildlife Fund gathering in 1993.

89. "My son...er...owns them." On being asked on a Canadian tour whether he knew the Scilly Isles.

90. "Well, that's more than you know about anything else then." Speaking, a touch condescendingly, to Michael Buerk, after being told by the BBC newsreader that he did know about the Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Awards in 2004.

#uk #united kingdom #royal #royals #prince philip #queen elizabeth #meghan markle #prince harry #corruption #racism #sexism #monarchy #seriously #what planet do you live on

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Fifteenth Year

Part 10 | Part 12

Finding a house just outside of town is relatively easy, all things considered. Now that Dani and Jamie have been there for over a decade, the people in the town have grown used to their presence, even fond of them. It probably helps that their union is now civil and thus recognized by law, but there had been a general air of acceptance long before that. Dani and Jamie did their part in the community, lived their lives together and quietly made their way in the town. Turns out, that did more for them than they thought. 

Having The Leafling downtown gave them both plenty of time to make connections with the other business owners and patrons in the area, both professionally and a few that they got to know more personally. (They’d established a trade system with the coffee shop across the street, one that had worked for years and garnered both businesses more attention from passing tourists. One small bouquet/arrangement for one small coffee.) When Dani started substitute teaching, they made even more connections with the families in town and it was through them that they learned of a house for sale in one of the nicer neighborhoods. The house was large, two-story with three bathrooms and five bedrooms. A quick stop at the realtors office down the street from the shop, a house tour and a sizable payment later, Dani and Jamie were officially homeowners. 

Moving in proved to be a more difficult task. Dani hadn’t expected to feel so nostalgic as they packed up their apartment over the shop but maybe she should have. After all, they had spent close to fifteen years living there, most of that time with a literal ghost. The silving lining existed in the fact that they weren’t losing the apartment, weren’t planning to rent it out anytime soon so they could still come back to it if they wished, but Dani would miss living there. She enjoyed the process of moving, though. 

It seemed to be some kind of neighborhood event when they moved in and so they had a lot of help unloading trucks and moving furniture around. It was a great chance to meet all the people they’d be sharing the street with and if Jamie melted a little bit every time one of the neighborhood kids ran up to Dani yelling ‘Mrs. Clayton! Mrs. Clayton when will you teach me again?’ well, no one could really blame her. A few times Dani had pointed Jamie out to the children who were then extra excited because ‘there’s two Mrs. Claytons? Will she teach us too?’ And then Jamie would find herself swarmed by a small mob of children asking her about plants. Both interactions were entirely too adorable and made both women look forward to the days when it would be their own children fluttering back and forth between the two of them on the lawn, entertained with games and snacks while the adults milled around. 

With all the help, they were all moved in by mid-afternoon with only the unpacking to do, which Jamie convinced her wife to leave for the next day after they got the bed made up. 

“It’s not like we have a new bed to break in,” Dani laughed as Jamie hovered over her, shirt unbuttoned and a toned abdomen on full display. Dani couldn’t help but run her hands along Jamie’s stomach and smiled as she felt the muscles jumping beneath her touch. 

“We’ve got a whole house to break in, Poppins,” Jamie leaned down to kiss at Dani’s neck. “Gotta do it now, before we’ve got kids walking in on us all the time.” 

Dani laughed again and pulled Jamie into a kiss that voiced her agreement. Jamie had a point, after all. 

They spent a few months settling into their new place, getting into the routine of going into town for work and coming home in the afternoon, before they started looking into adoption. There was a lot of unnecessary paperwork and red tape to work through, but they eventually got their license to foster children with the option to adopt later on and so they ended up sharing their first Christmas in their new house with three small children. A six year old boy, a three year old girl, and another boy who was only a few months old. All siblings whose parents had died in a car crash. According to the kids’ files, at least their father had been a drunk and they hadn’t been treated very well while under his care. The social worker thought they might benefit from being in a house without a strong male authority figure. 

Dani and Jamie had fallen in love with all three of them on the first day. 

The oldest, Jonathan, was bright and cheery and smart as a whip. He wasn’t as used to open affection yet, he still tensed when anyone touched him unexpectedly or spoke in too loud of a voice, but he had started to warm up to them. The girl had the sweetest laugh and looked like she could have been Dani’s biological child, they were so similar. Her name was Hannah. Both women had teared up a bit when they learned her name, thinking back to their old friend. The baby boy, Michael, was just getting to the point where he was trying to sit up on his own and though the sleepless nights and diaper changes were frustrating at times, neither woman could hold onto that feeling for long. Michael was simply too adorable to stay mad at for long. 

They had spent Christmas morning piled together in the living room, opening what seemed to be a mountain of presents. Henry, Flora, and Miles had insisted on sending the little ones presents, as did Owen, since they couldn’t be there in person. Dani and Jamie thought it was a bit too soon to introduce the little ones to their extended family. That would have to wait. 

In the afternoon, Jamie took the two oldest kids outside to play in the snow while Dani settled Michael down for a nap and then got started on a substitute Christmas dinner for them. She had hot chocolate waiting for the three shivering but happy people who joined her in the kitchen once the novelty of the snow had worn off for a bit and though Jamie was a bit skeptic, they all drank it without complaint. Perhaps there was one beverage Dani could get right. 

They spent the evening watching Christmas films together in one large pile on the couch until all three of the children had drifted off, Michael curled in Jamie’s arms, Hannah lying between Jamie and Dani with her feet against Dani’s legs and head against Jamie’s arm, and Jonathan leaning against Dani’s other side. 

“They’re ours,” Jamie said, her voice low so she wouldn’t wake them. Dani stretched out the arm Jonathan wasn’t laying on towards her wife, slipping her fingers into short hair. 

“They are,” she agreed easily. She felt it the moment they met. “We’ll ask them tomorrow if they want to stay with us.” 

Jamie nodded, and gestured down towards Hannah. “Take her, will you? We should get them to bed.” 

Dani gently eased Hannah over until her position was almost reversed so Jamie could stand with Michael in her arms. Jamie rounded the couch, pausing to press a kiss against Dani’s hair, and then made her way up the stairs. Hannah shifted against Dani’s side, nuzzling closer to her. Dani leaned down and kissed Hannah’s hair and then repeated the action to Jonathan on her other side. Jonathan stirred at the touch. 

“It’s okay, buddy,” Dani soothed him as the little boy looked around. “Jamie’s just putting Michael to bed.” 

“And you’re up next, Penguin.” Jamie said as she came back into the living room. Dani smiled at her wife. Jamie had given all of the kids they fostered so far a different animal nick-name and she’d yet to use the same one twice. Jonathan had been dubbed Penguin when he awkwardly flapped his arms the first day they met, looking like a penguin trying to walk. Hannah became Koala bear due to her tendency to hold on to either Jamie or Dani like a koala at any given opportunity. Michael was Monkey because he had a strong grip that Jamie swore meant he’d be climbing all over things as soon as he could. “Say goodnight.” 

“Goodnight mom,” Jonathan said tiredly, leaning into Dani as she wiggled her arm free to wrap around him. 

“Goodnight buddy,” Dani returned with a kiss against his hair, sure there were tears shining in her eyes. Jamie lifted the boy up into her arms, eyes shining in the same way that Dani’s were, and carried him upstairs to his own room. Dani followed this time after maneuvering Hanna into her arms to carry her as well. Once the girl was tucked into bed, Dani made her way to Michael’s nursery to check on him and kiss him goodnight before she made her way to the master bedroom to wait for her wife. Jamie joined her after a quick stop in Hannah’s room to kiss her goodnight as well. 

“He called you mom,” Jamie said, sounding as amazed as Dani felt. “Do you think that means he wants to stay?” 

“I hope it does,” Dani changed into something to sleep in and then crawled into bed, quickly joined by Jamie. “They’re ours Jamie, I can feel it. It’s almost like how I felt when I first saw you.” 

“And how’s that?” Jamie asks, though she’s heard the story before. She loves hearing her wife say it. 

“Like I’d known you all my life, like you were always meant to be a part of it.” 

“Ditto Poppins,” Jamie pressed their lips together shortly. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” Dani kissed her again. “And I love our family.” 

Somewhere above them, in the place where she had finally found her rest, Viola Lloyd smiled down at the happy couple as they fell asleep in one another’s arms. She knew that Dani and Jamie deserved to enjoy all the good in life they could get and was happy to see that the same love that had been her salvation was still growing after all these years. 

All in all, after fifteen years, their life could only be described as perfectly splendid. 

#moonflower #dani x jamie #the haunting of bly manor #fanfic #my fics #ambs writes #part 11 of 12 #i just think they'd be the best moms okay

[notalwaysthevillian]

My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.2k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 9: Rescue Wrap Up

“A villain has completed another large-scale attack.”

“Everyone!” Midoriya addressed us. “This is part of the exam!”

I gasped as Gang Orca walked out of the destroyed wall, smoke trailing from the explosion. He was not an opponent I would ever want to face.

“Tell me, wannabe heroes.” He looked at us, his red eyes focused. “Can you rescue people and fight at the same time?”

“The terrorists have appeared and are beginning to sweep the area. Hero candidates at the scene should continue their rescue efforts while also suppressing the newly-arrived villains.”

“Now,” Gang Orca started moving into the arena. “How will you react? Will you fight? Or protect? Help or run away? What would a hero do?”

As the villain crew ran towards us, Shindo took off toward them. “Get everyone to safety! Get them as far away from the villains as possible!”

“On it!” I called back, looking towards those that were injured. “If you can run, follow me! If you can’t, find the closest hero!”

I gently moved water underneath the most injured people, keeping them as flat as possible. I ran, moving towards a new area of the arena. “Someone get ahead and clear out a spot!”

A high pitched noise rang out from behind me, but I didn’t dare look back. I had to trust that Shindo knew what he was doing, or that someone else would step in. The people we’d rescued were now my number one priority.

Mina and Ojiro came running up with a few people. I heard them talking to Midoriya behind me and waved Mina over, still moving.

“Can you give me an update?” My legs kept pumping and Mina was gasping as she tried to keep up.

“We found a few more injured people at the opposite end of the river. Todoroki jumped in to help out with Gang Orca.”

“Okay, good. He’s strong, he can hold him off until more people can help.”

I felt the air around us start to whip around and knew that Yoarashi must’ve joined in the fight. With two powerful heroes at our back, I was a lot more relaxed.

The people who had run ahead were still clearing out an area for the first aid station. I gently swept those I’d grabbed with my waves to the flat area, before using those same waves to shove debris out of the way. The others caught up fairly quickly, able to rest once more.

“Apologies for those of you who had to run on your own.” I said as we started to get everyone settled again. “A villain attack is no joke, and we needed to get you out of there as soon as possible. Those of you who still need injuries tended to, please flag down the nearest hero.”

I looked up just in time to see Yoarashi fall out of the air. He was able to control his descent, but I had no idea what happened.

The urge to help was strong, but I knew Midoriya had stayed behind. Our powerhouses would have to pull it off. If they couldn’t, at least I’d be here as another line of defense.

“Miss?” A little boy tugged at my pant leg, eyes full of tears. “Are we going to be attacked again?”

“If we are, I’ll protect you. I promise.”

The kid reminded me so much of Izumi. I held my arms out for a hug and he jumped into them.

“How old are you?” I asked, trying to keep him occupied as I walked around, handing out bandages when necessary.

He clung to my leg like a koala. “Six.”

“My brother is just about your age.” I gave him a smile. “He used to hate heroes.”

“How can you hate heroes?!”

“My parents were heroes.” I explained, sitting him down with some other kids. “Have you heard of Water Hose?”

“No.” Chorused most of the kids.

“They were great heroes. But there was a villain that was too strong for them.” The memories of them in the morgue flooded my brain again, but I kept much better control over my quirk. “That’s why heroes need to work together.”

A burst of flame and air whooshed up from where the fight was taking place. The kids all gasped.

“Like that! When heroes work together, we can do incredible things.”

“Woah!”

“So cool!”

The kids stared in awe, and I couldn’t help but smile at their faces.

“Dew Drop!”

Kaminari waved as his group crested over a hill, two people in tow.

I ran over, eyes on the two with them. “How injured are you? Can you walk?”

“Very mild injuries.” The woman said, giving me a smile. “Thank you, Dew Drop.”

I started giggling. “Oh, that’s not - um. I haven’t picked a hero name yet, that’s just a nickname.”

“Oh! Apologies.”

“It’s alright!” I made a water slide down to the first aid station. “Let’s get you down there.”

As soon as the two of them reached the others, a buzzer sounded.

“Um, yeah, so at this time, all of the HUC members who were deployed have been rescued from the disaster zone.”

“We were the last ones?”

“It may seem anticlimactic, but with this, the provisional licensing exam has officially been completed. After we tally the scores, we will announce the results here in the arena. Anyone injured should go to the infirmary. The rest of you are free to change clothes and wait wherever you like.”

I could see a few kids tugging on Yao-Momo too. She brought them over to the group in front of me.

“I know they’re HUC members, but they’re still kids.” She gave them a pretty smile. “It’s strange.”

“It is.” The kids started to get gathered up. “Let’s get out of these outfits.”

“But I like this outfit on you!” Kaminari frowned, trapping me in his arms again. “And you said Hatsume made it comfy.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was a smile on my face. “Yeah, but I’m still more comfy in my regular clothes. Tight is not my thing.”

“Tell me about it!” Uraraka pinched at her outfit.

Giving Kami a quick peck on the cheek, I untangled myself from his arms. “I’ll be right back. You should change too.”

He flexed his arms. “Come on, you know you like me like this.”

“Exactly! I don’t want to share.”

He blushed as I walked off with the girls. Uraraka stared at me with wide eyes.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Just…flirt like that?” She pressed her fists against her cheeks and shook her head. “I can’t do that, I get so flustered.”

“I mean it helps that I know he’s just as into me.” I pointed out. “And my ex had been my best friend, so we just got close without realizing it.”

“So I should be friends with him first?”

A teasing grin spread across my face. “With who exactly?”

Her face turned bright red. “Absolutely no one!”

“I think being friends with absolutely no one would help, yeah.” I gave her a wink and her face got even redder.

Momo was smiling too, but she was doing a much better job of hiding it.

We quickly changed out of our costumes and back into our street clothes.

Everyone gathered up around the stage, the classes sticking with each other. I nodded to Shindo, who gave me a nod back. The two of us had gained mutual respect for each other over the rescue portion. I wouldn’t mind working with him in the future as a pro.

“Okay everyone.” The announcer spoke up, getting our attention. “Thanks for your hard work in today’s exam. Now before I announce the results, I should probably explain the way we evaluated you.”

I started tuning him out again, catching the basics. We were docked points if we made mistakes. Once the list of names went up, I was more than a little happy to see my name.

“I did it!”

More cries of victory came from my classmates. Kaminari spun me around, laughing. “We killed it!”

Bakugo steamed close by and I looked to see that neither him nor Todoroki had made it.

“Should’ve been more careful with what you said.” Kaminari said to Bakugo. “Words are important, you know.”

I let go of him, hiding behind Mina as I waited for the explosion. Kaminari might’ve been my boyfriend, but I didn’t have a death wish like he apparently did.

“Shut your mouth before I murder you.”

A squeal from the microphone got our attention again. “So, next we’ll give you the printouts of your results. They include a breakdown of your scores, so you’ll know exactly what areas you need to improve going forward.”

“Here you go.” A man in a suit handed me a piece of paper.

Most of it was blank, except for the 100 at the top.

“We had one participant exceed in the rescue portion, losing no points.” The announcer waved his hand and names disappeared. Mine flashed up, filling the screen. “Congratulations to Nima Kota for reaching a first for this test.”

The entire class turned to look at me, which meant the other classes did too. My face felt hot as I waved to everyone.

“I hate all this attention.” I whispered to Kaminari and Mina, who were the closest.

I was saved by the announcer moving on, talking about how those of us who made it could use our quirks out in the field, but only during an emergency. He also told us that we’d be watched now, as they needed as many pros in the field as possible now that All Might was no longer available.

We also heard that those who failed would get a chance to get their licenses as well, once they passed a new test.

“Isn’t that great, Todoroki?” I heard Midoriya ask.

He nodded, and I saw Mineta start saying something, but he was cut off as Iida grabbed his face.

“If you want help, let us know.” I chimed in. “You’ve been so nice to help me train, I’d love to return the favor.”

“Since you lost no points in the rescue mission, it would be wise to learn from you.”

“Please proceed in an orderly fashion to the lobby. We will be taking your pictures and giving you your licenses there.”

As we walked to the lobby, Shindo pulled me aside. Kaminari followed, fingers sparking a little.

“Bug, relax.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to tell you that if you can become a better fighter, you’re definitely going to be in the top ten.” He cracked his knuckles. “At the very least, you’ll be the best rescue hero out there.”

“Thanks. But I was just following my training.”

“Whoever trained you did well.”

He walked off, joining up with his class. Kaminari put an arm around my shoulders, and I could hear him mumbling. I put an arm around his waist, pulling him into a hug.

“Bug, you don’t have to worry about me.” My words were muffled as I nuzzled into his chest. “You’re the only one for me. I’d choose you over everyone else, every time.”

“Was that a Pokemon joke?”

Giggling, I pinched his cheek. “My very own Pikachu.”

“God, do not call me that.” He groaned. We started walking to catch up with our class. “If Bakugo hears that, it’ll be my nickname forever.”

“I mean, it’s better than Dunce Face.”

“HURRY UP!”

Speak of the devil.

Bakugo glared over at the two of us. “Move it. I want to leave.”

“Okay, okay.”

We got in one of the four lines for photos. It moved pretty quickly. Kaminari gave me a wet kiss on the forehead just before my turn.

“You look so cute when you’re blushing.” He said as he joined me.

Our cards got processed, and we headed to the table to grab them.

One of the ladies at the table looked up at me. “You don’t have a hero name registered. We need one for your license. Of course you can change it at any time, but it will take at least a week for the new license to get to you.”

A memory popped into my head.

“You know, once we’re heroes, we’ll need hero names.” I said, poking my boyfriend. “You’ve gotta have a good one. Like All Might, or Midnight.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you come up with mine?”

“Fine. But you have to come up with mine.”

“Riptide.”

The lady at the table nodded, typing it into the computer. A few minutes later, I was holding my license. I had a huge smile on my face, and my cheeks were only slightly pink.

“Why Riptide?” Kaminari asked as we headed back to the bus.

“My ex gave me the name. He said it was because people underestimated me, but I could be deadly, given the chance.” I shrugged. “It’s a good name, and he has a point.”

“I can’t wait to see that deadly side of yours.”

“Everyone get on the bus.” Aizawa said, leaning against the side of it. “We’re leaving.”

“Yes sir!”

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari x oc #kaminari/oc