#jokes aside that was genuinely touching. like they love each other so much for a century old horror novel it's unbelievable

[whyrubuyingclothesatthesoupstore]

Jonathan before sneaking off into the Count’s room is just

“bye Mina! bye cruel and unjust world! bye Mina!”

“you said Mina twice”

“I like Mina”

#dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #mina harker #mina murray #jokes aside that was genuinely touching. like they love each other so much for a century old horror novel it's unbelievable

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for venting to my friend about my fiancée?

I (24M) have been with my fiancée (26NB) for about 3 years now. I try to avoid venting to my friends about it when I’m having little relationship annoyances because I used to do that for a while and it ended up with them just getting a horrible image of her because when good things happen that make me happy I would be responding IRL with my fiancée or gushing about it publicly e.g. on Twitter which most of my friends don’t use, vs when bad things happened I’d go to them to vent directly so they were only seeing the shitty moments. They would just always tell me she sucked or to break up with her which just wore on me because I don’t want to do that, they know I don’t want to do that, they know I don’t think I need to. Our relationship is super affectionate, has helped me massively in improving mentally and socially and in my confidence, makes me genuinely happy, and is for the most part, with certain problems we’ve been working on aside, healthy.

It’s not a communication issue or anything, I’ll address any issues with my fiancée directly as well and we’ll resolve it between us, just sometimes I’d feel the need to vent out my upset first while calming down or talking through what to say to her before I brought it up etc.

However this changed recently. my fiancée has always been a very physical person, she’s cuddly and loves kisses and just general touching, and that also translates into her playfully hitting me a lot, which I’ll do as well. Smacking each other on the ass when we pass each other, jokingly hitting each other’s arms (gently) when we’re making fun of each other, stuff like that. Very occasionally this will bother me (the other day she pinched my face hard enough that it hurt for like 20mins afterwards) but for the most part I genuinely could not care less and I take it as all in good fun.

She has never hit me in anger before, until today. She was playing a video game and died, and I laughed while sitting next to her when I saw it, and she just turned around and hit me full force. Like, harder than she’s ever hit before, and causing genuine pain. Usually I would just brush it off because like I said she hits me in a joking way a lot, but when I kind of gave a startled “ow” she just looked at me and hissed “Don’t laugh” through her teeth and she looked genuinely pissed off, and the force behind the hit just caught me completely off guard. It was also very very sudden because we’d been talking normally and light-heartedly, had even been cuddling a few minutes before, and although she was pretty clearly exasperated at the game (sighing, saying “oh my god” when the fight was going downhill) I didn’t think it was serious anger, so her abruptly whipping around and hitting me like that was so sudden and whiplashy I didn’t even have time to register it.

I have PTSD (C-PTSD? don’t remember what the specific diagnosis was) from my last relationship which was abusive in pretty much every way you can think of, and one of my biggest triggers that has been relevant in this relationship as a result of it is raised voices/anger around me (not necessarily At me, just like when my fiancée is getting frustrated or stressed and she’ll start hitting her keyboard or shouting and it’ll make me start panicking), but this is the first time I’ve had to confront being triggered by a physical violence thing. I started dissociating like hell so I left the room when she was distracted by the game and ended up slipping out of the house to call one of my best friends via Discord and lowkey cry about it

I genuinely don’t really remember what I said, the gist was just that I’d been triggered by my fiancée hitting me in anger and that I needed to calm down before I went back. This may have been a dick move because this friend is a mutual friend of me and my fiancée - I knew her first and am closer to her, but she recently met my fiancée in person for the first time and they seemed to get along well, and we’re in several servers and stuff together.

After I was done I went back in and my fiancée apologised for hitting me so hard. I said thank you and we moved on

But afterwards she confronted me because my friend had sent me a message after that basically just checking in on me and my fiancée had seen the message on my laptop that she was using to game. I usually have my Discord on Do Not Disturb when she’s using my computer just so she’s not bothered by notifications beeping at her constantly so I’m not sure if it wasn’t on for some reason and it popped up on-screen or if she minimised the game and saw it somehow, but she was incredibly upset with me because she said I’d made her out to sound physically abusive. I did explain that I’d made clear to the friend she’d never seriously hit before this, but she said that didn’t matter because it was still giving off that impression and that it was unfair because her hitting me was done in a moment of frustration/anger and I shouldn’t have laughed at the game.

I apologised and we dropped it but I do notice that since then she’s been on my computer/phone more often and she’s slid into a few of my friends’ (and I mean My friends, not ones she talks to or knows and not ones I’d said anything about this to) asking if I’ve ever spoken about her and if she can give her side of the story. My friends came straight to me about it because they felt uncomfortable with what they saw as being prompted to talk about me behind my back.

Reasons I don’t think I’m TA: She hit me, and I know she vents about me to her friends too, and although it does bother me that her friends don’t like me because of it (for I assume much the same reason some of mine don’t like her for, AKA only hearing about negative stuff) I’ve always maintained she has the right to do it. I think everyone should be able to vent to friends about partners or family and vice versa in private because venting is normal and as long as it’s not dishonest or just pure shit-talking them I think it can be helpful and even healthy.

Reasons I think I might be TA: I went to a mutual friend so she also has something to lose if this friend forms a negative opinion of her, I laughed at her dying in the game even though I know she gets incredibly frustrated and competitive in games, and I’ve never had an issue with her hitting me more playfully before so she may have just misjudged how hard it was.

So AITA for telling my friend my fiancée hit me / getting so upset about it or is it just PTSD acting up and making me overdramatise something that is basically on the same level as the joke hitting?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[gay-dorito-dust]

Rafayel who would much rather continue being the fool, the jester of your court if it meant maintaining a permanent place within your life. If that’s all it takes to stay in your life then he’ll make a fool out of himself for the rest of forever if you need him to.

He acts like nothing could ever truly phase him that even you start to believe that lie, but the one thing that Rafayel feared more then anything was being abandoned, left at the wayside to dry up and die of loneliness and a broken heart.

Out of everyone who fell for that lie, he wished you’d be the one to see through it and call him out on his bullshit bravado, just so he could finally hang it up and put it to rest and live a relatively modest lifestyle with you.

Rafayel the man who insinuates that he likes you a lot, even going as far as to point out the moments where he found himself falling harder for you, only to deeply fluster himself into backtracking his words out of pure embarrassment and fear that you might not feel the same as he first assumes.

He’s always been a coward when it came to being honest about his feelings. So much that he felt more comfortable teasing you about liking him in order to cover up the fact that he was purely projecting his own thoughts and inner most emotions onto you a hundred percent of the time.

It’ll probably cause a point of contention between the two of you as you assumed he wasn’t taking things seriously as he should before telling him that you were leaving for some time apart. Naturally this sparks Rafayel’s fear and he’s already holding onto your forearm for dear life just as you were about to leave.

‘Please.’ He’d utter too softly for you to hear.

‘What?’ You’d say

‘Please don’t leave.’ He say a little louder. ‘I’ll stop with the teasing and the joking from now on if that’s what you want. Just…just don’t leave me alone again…’

‘It’s not the teasing or the joking I have issue with…it’s the fact that that I don’t feel like you’re being with genuine with me anymore..’ you open up to him and as you go to look at him, you were to see a man with a face that looked as though it had all life drained from it. ‘You’re hiding from me and I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it.’ You’d tell him.

‘I’ll be honest from now on, promise.’ Rafayel said desperately as he practically clings onto your side as though his entire life depended on it.

‘Then what are you hiding from me?’ You asked, equally as desperate to fix whatever has been broke between the two of you. ‘More importantly what are you so deathly afraid of that’s leading you to pushing me away?’ You added on upon seeing his hesitance towards answering the question.

‘You.’ Rafayel responded. ‘I’m in love with you and that scares me, which is ironic because falling in love with you is all I’ve ever wanted and now that I have it…I’m scared that it’ll chase you away if I ever were to admit it.’ He chuckled humourlessly as fear gripped at his throat with each word that left his lips.

‘You could never scare me off Rafayel.’ You say softly as you hold his face in your hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks as you brought your forehead to his. ‘For I love you too silly boy.’ You’d continue, pressing a small kiss to his nose, feeling him physically relax under your touch.

‘Yeah but I’m your silly boy.’ Rafayel replied as he smiles widely in relief as his arms caged you against him.

‘You are indeed my silly boy.’ You echoed, smiling yourself as you both could finally put aside the misconceptions for good and revel in the presence of the other.

#rafayel imagine #rafayel imagines #rafayel x y/n #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #lads x reader #lads x you #love and deepspace fanfiction #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace imagines #love and deepspace imagine #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace x reader #lads imagines #lads imagine

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hello! I’m new to the demon slayer fandom and I’m in love with the upper moons (specifically Douma and Akaza) haha.

I was wondering if I could have some headcanons for each of the upper moons + Muzan and what their s/o would be like? Like personality wise, what would their s/o act like, or what would make them fall for their s/o? If that makes sense?

Thank you very much! If you don’t feel comfortable writing that, that’s totally fine! I really enjoy your writing!!

Their type♡

AS YOU SHOULD!! I've been in the Fandom for so long I'm glad more ppl are loving the upper moons omg. Also thank you so much!! Hope u like this one♡♡♡

Warnings: mention of manga spoilers, gender natural reader, mention of killing

Akaza

Akaza type of s/o is someone who's kind and gentle. Having a person or even a demon show akaza genuine kindness wasn't always on his side even as a human, so he seeks out someone who can give him genuine kindness and have a gentle approach and not a hostile one.

Akaza's love language is acts of service. He wants to take care of his s/o, protect them, and be there for them mentally and physically. A love language he'd want in his s/o are words of affirmation

Akaza loves to be told he's appreciated for the things he does, praised and even admired for what he does.

Akaza falls for his s/o because he admires their strength. Man or woman doesn't matter, He hates weak humans and finds them better off dead and would gladly do it himself but when meeting his s/o for the first time in a fight they never gave up and saying powerful words like "my weakness of being human is what makes you strong"

Akaza can't help but love a strong human, and finding an s/o is strong is definitely the way to make him catch his heart

Douma

Douma hasn't really given it much thought on what he likes in his s/o personality, but one thing douma happens to get in everyone around him is someone who's more straightforward and direct.

Douma maybe all jokes and giggles and not seem to have a care in the world but he likes to have a person in his life who can clarify mistakes and even call out his own even if it makes him upset.

Doumas love language is gift giving. He'll listen to the things his s/o likes and will buy or even try to craft the things his s/o likes and give gifts at random. A love language he'd like in his s/o is someone who can communicate which can fall under quality time

Douma deep down needs a person to sit down and understand him even if his words and mindset can be unusual but even so he wants to know there's someone out there who can love douma for his flaws of having a lack of understanding feelings

Douma falls for his s/o because of how understanding they can be and can solve out a problem logically without bashing him or judging him.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo's type of s/o is someone like him, but also have a humorish side to them. Someone who is mature and relaxed but also doesn't mind when his s/o wants to tease or bother him

Kokushibo's love language is quality time. A love language he'd want in his s/o would be physical touch

Kokushibo is a quiet man. He only speaks unless spoken to, most of kokushibo and his s/o times together, whether they're both on night walks or even sitting in the same room, no talking always needs to be involved, just kokushibo having his s/o by his side holding his hand or hugging him is enough

Kokushibo falls for his s/o because they genuinely enjoy his company. Despite him being the strongest upper moon even he needs someone to stay by his side and not find him boring or toss him aside for someone eles

Muzan

Muzan's type of s/o is someone who is submissive. Someone who follows what he says down to the letter and not question any of his decisions. Muzan's tone of voice wouldn't change with his s/o and speak to them like how speaks to others but would sometimes have a more gentle approach, depending on the situation

Muzan would want an s/o whose love language is expression of affection and love. He expects to be loved and admired from his s/o and have his s/o show how their love for him also comes with loyalty. Muzan loves when his s/o kisses his hand when he's achieved something, hugs when you complement how healthy and strong he looks every day

Muzan's love language is physical touch. As scary and dominant as he can be, when it's time for him to lay down or even sleep, he wants to have his s/o in his arms. If he's having a meeting with his upper ranks, he won't allow his s/o leave but instead sit his s/o on his lap with his hand on his s/o waist while having the meeting.

Muzan fell his s/o because of their understanding of his fear of death. He knew he was a coward and how brutal he could be to save his own skin, but someone who could somehow understand his twisted ways made him his heart skip a beat

Nakime

Nakime's type of s/o is someone who is artistic and passionate about it. Nakime isn't picking with arts, but her s/o just has to be into some kinda arts like herself to bond over it

Nakime's love language is quality time, and she'd want an s/o whose love language also loves quality time. She would want someone to listen to her biwa playing and acknowledge her for her musical skills rather than her blood demon art for just being useful to muzan.

Nakime would like if her s/o is talkative. Someone who keeps the conversation going when she wants to talk about her interests and even listen to her s/o interests.

Nakime fell for her s/o because they wanted to hear her music. It is Canon that Nakime used to make music in her past life as a human, so when you listened to her music and praised her talents it made her it made her fall in love instantly

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny fluff #akaza x reader #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #nakime x reader #muzan x reader

[snowyh2o]

Hazbin Hotel Episode 7&8 Spoilers:

Ok, ok. I’ve finally calmed down a bit. I have. SO many thoughts on Alastor, that I’m just not gonna touch on them in this post, aside from I FUCKING KNEW HE WAS LOSING IT FBSKDNFBSHHDHFBS.

But what I wanna focus on is Rosie! And how she’s been described as the nicest overlord. And how Cannibal Town is like, the nicest place we’ve seen in hell??? The streets are relatively clean, no one is trynna kill each other. There’s so many people out on the streets, just? Going about their days? Aside from the fact that they’re all cannibals, it’s almost like any other town you’d visit! (I am not familiar enough with the fashion styles over the years to like, accurately date what time period Cannibal Town is supposed to reflect, but it feels old (and somewhere Alastor would fit right in with) lol).

And then we actually meet with Rosie, and she’s in the middle of consulting one of her people, where there’s a HUGE line up of others looking like they’re waiting to consult with her too! And like, even before she spoke with Charlie about her love life, she’s giving advice and comfort and support and connecting to the lady she’s speaking with who apparently wants to eat her husband. Before saying that she’ll set the man straight if the lady sends him to her, and gives her a card if she ever needs any more help.

Like. First minute into seeing Rosie and like. WOW. You can IMMEDIATELY tell that this is the reason why everyone in Cannibal Town’s so chill and happy? Why there’s such a sense of order and security in a place that’s basically just anarchy?

Rosie is both the Overlord, the unofficial mayor, the therapist and consultant and your best friend all wrapped up into one. She’s got an entire lineup of people who are waiting to tell her their woes and listen to her advice. And she’s happy to help!

Even the actual cannibalism is like, so posh and proper? Or it’s treated in Cannibal Town as like, normal food. But also it’s very telling that no one’s killing each other for said cannibalism. In fact, the only times we’ve seen them do so is after an extermination, when there’s a bunch of dead bodies that aren’t reviving lying around. (And they seem to lose their manners when eating then) It is likely tho that they just, target outsiders, since everyone we saw aside from Alastor and Charlie were a part of Cannibal Town.

Just the Juxtaposition of a town literally full of Cannibals being probably THE nicest place in hell for sinners to live in??? Immaculate.

Also, Rosie’s snide comment on how Alastor’s got no manners when it comes to being offered food LOL. And, I just LOVE their relationship and interaction. First time chatting in years and she’s already offering up place with a deal for Alastor to go make. That AMAZING little joke about him being Ace and having it COMPLETELY flying over his head. Alastor letting her touch him, and how genuinely excited and happy the two of them are just talking and interacting. Their little duet in the middle of the song, the way Rosie pulls Alastor out of his scheming to just enjoy the moment. Their dance!!! She’s never been wronged by Alastor before!!! She trusts him to follow through on his side of the unofficial bargain/favor. Looking like proud parents when Charlie finds the courage to sing her pitch. I love, everything about these two, oh my god.

Anyways!!! Back to Rosie being just, a genuinely good aunt? And giving so much good advice for Charlie. Asking her the questions that needed to be asked. Rosie has, such good insight? On what the issue was, and why Vaggie would’ve kept something from her. She didn’t shy away from how big the secret was, but she also didn’t let Charlie spiral into questioning every little part of their relationship. And that little end but when she’s saying that Vaggie is flawed, but so is everyone else down in hell. GAWD. How it’s difficult to admit your regrets. Like, if that isn’t the core of the show, the core of Charlie’s dream, then I don’t know what is. Rosie cut through to the heart of the matter, she didn’t tell Charlie what she should feel or how she should act, but asked her what she’s actually feeling, and why, and told her to trust herself and her own judgement on if Vaggie’s actions were sincere or not. Man she’s such a good therapist.

(I’m half convinced Alastor didn’t just bring Charlie to Cannibal Town and see Rosie just because they needed support and numbers to fight against the exorcists, but also because she’s the best person he knows who can give out good relationship advice and he’s getting a little tired of Charlie venting at him. Especially now that she’s past the self loathing phase and has stepped into the unrestrained anger and frustration at someone else phase)

Also, unrelated topic but here’s a thought: only angel steel/holy weapons/powers can do permanent damage to someone’s body/soul. Vaggie’s eye is torn out by Lute’s exorcist blade, but her wings were just ripped off by hand. Vaggie’s eye never regenerated or recovered, but she was able to regrow her wings. Alastor was struck by Adam’s holy weapon across his chest. What if the injury never fully recovers?

And also, Alastor’s talk about “unclipping” his wings. My friend, once a bird’s wings are clipped they can’t be unclipped! You have to wait for the feathers to shed and grow in new ones. To regenerate. Also what is this talk about you having wings??? Don’t tell me you’re ALSO a secret angel??? Probably not cause your blood is red BUT. Where are you hiding those supposed clipped wings of yours eh?!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #episode 7 spoilers #episode 8 spoilers #hazbin hotel finale spoilers #Rosie #Rosie hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #Charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #cannibal town is so fascinating for me #and Rosie is such a dear! #I love seeing a leak into Alastor’s other relationships #but also I just LOVE Rosie herself #another example of how being in hell does not exclude you from being a good person #makes you wonder how or why she ended up there #not that anyone in the series really knows lol #but it /might/ be because of the cannibalism #maybe #anyways my head is too full of Alastor brain rot #to write anything intelligeable about him #so you guys get this Rosie and Cannibal town essay instead

[thelov3lybookworm]

Prone to Infatuation

day 1: human tamlin

modern!au

Summary: Feyre won't mind

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A/n: happy @tamlinweek to all my fellow girlies who love tamtam!!! heres my lil fic for the first day of the week ❣️

enjoyy!!

Coming over to visit her friend's ex had probably not been a great idea. It had been, obviously, a hard decision to make.

But did she regret it?

Absolutely not.

He had been her friend too once, and he did not deserve to be thrown aside after the messy break up.

Sure, what he did was not the best thing to do, but it came from a place of good reasoning. He should not have locked Feyre up in their shared apartment, but Y/n could not find it in herself to blame his actions when she knew of his past.

He had never had parents that loved each other, and so the only way he saw his father caring for his mother was when he would lock her up in the house. Tamlin was young, and did not understand that it was not love that he witnessed, but being a psychology student, Y/n could understand what he went through.

He could have definitely handled it better, but if someone just sat him down to tell him where he went wrong, he could have become better.

She was not erasing his mistakes or saying that he did not make them, but she understood his reasns behind them. He had made mistakes, sure, but so had Feyre when instead of just talking to him, she just up and left and moved on while Tamlin was left with no one.

So today, Y/n had decided to pay him a visit after hearing from Lucien that he seemed to be getting better.

With a deep breath, Y/n lifted her hand to knock on the door to his apartment. A few moments filled with the sounds of shuffling and one loud crash later, his form filled the doorway.

He looked... unkempt. His hair sticking all out in all the wrong places, dark circles under his eyes... He just looked so miserable.

"Um, hi."

He blinked at Y/n, seeming not to hear her words. But then he straightened, the shock fading from his eyes as he gave her an uncertain smile.

"Hey Y/n. What brings you here?"

"What, I can't visit my friends without reason?"

He blinked, leaning back. "Uhh. You can of course. I'm sorry-"

Instantly, guilt spread through Y/n. She reached out to touch the back of his hand, staring up at him. "Tam, I was joking."

"Oh. Right, sorry-"

With a sigh, Y/n wrapped her arms around his torso- shirtless torso-letting her head rest on his chest for a moment until he hugged her back.

He let her go after a moment, the sadness, the loneliness that shone on his face making Y/n want to commit atrocities.

As he led her in, she studied her surroundings, swallowing.

The place was meticulously clean looking, except for a few pieces of clothing here and there.

The house looked nothing like it had the last time she visited with Mor. That was back when Feyre had called them up to break her out of the house.

Everything had been lying on the ground back then, as if thrown around in a fit of rage. Y/n had been disgusted, but now all she felt was sympathy.

"So... how have you been."

Tamlin glanced back at her as he snatched his t-shirt form the back of the couch. "Better."

Y/n smiled, nodding.

"That's great."

He studied her for a moment, his eyes skeptical. But then he settled down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, sighing. "It really is. You were right. Therapy does help."

That statement surprised Y/n. She could not remember talking to him about therapy except for that one time she had mentioned about it in passing, telling him something about her chosen subject of study.

"You are going to therapy?"

He offered her a small smile. "Yes. And it's been helping a lot."

Y/n placed her bag on the counter as she mirrored his position and smiled, genuine and happy. "I'm so glad to hear that, Tam. How is it going?"

"The therapist reminds me a lot of my mother, with the way she looks, the way she yells at me sometimes," He laughed. "I'm becoming better, that much I know. I've come to terms with the fact that not everyone stays forever, and that it is okay to let go of people. It took me over two months to get over my fear of losing people, but its working."

Her eyes prickled at the genuine joy he radiated, the way he seemed more open and vulnerable and happy about it too.

"That's amazing. You atleast have your friends, even though she left. You'll always have us."

He paused for a moment. "Does she know you're visiting?"

Y/n sighed. "She is not my mother, she does not need to know about my whereabouts."

"So she doesn't."

Her silence was answer enough for him.

"You should lave then. I don't want you to jeopardise your friendship just because you came to see her abusive ex."

Tears gathered in Y/n's eyes at his thoughtfulness.

"She won't mind."

I hope she doesn't.

If she got mad about Y/n just visiting Tamlin, Y/n couldn't fathom what Feyre would do if she found out about Y/n's little crush on Tamlin.

"Are you hungry?"

A few hours, a bottle of wine and two large pizzas later, Y/n found herself spread on Tamlin's couch like a blanket as she giggled at something a drunk Tamlin mumbled from where he sat on the ground, leaning back against the couch next to her head.

Silence settled between them again, the awkwardness from a few hours ago nowhere in sight.

"I should get going."

Tamlin glanced at the clock on the opposite wall at that, nodding solemnly. "It's getting late."

Y/n rolled over, reaching up to twirl a strand of his hair around her fingers. "I don't want to though."

He turned his head to look at her, his face flushed from the wine. "Stay then."

Y/n smirked. "Already trying to get me into your bed huh. At least take me out on a date first."

He laughed, head thrown back. "Would this not be considered a date?" He said, gesturing to the half empty eaten pizza on the low coffee table.

"No."

He grinned, leaning his head closer to hers. "Fine then. Are you free tomorrow? Let me take you out on this date you want."

Suddenly, Y/n felt much more sober. "What?"

He huffed. "You basically have I like Tamlin written on your forehead in red paint, love. You can't expect me to not notice."

Y/n shot up, wrapping her arms around herself to do what, she didn't know. "I- I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. We're humans. We tend to fall in love and are prone to infatuation."

Y/n gave him an unamused look as she stood, gathering her things and heading towards the door.

She could hear him following her, but she ignored the urge to just die and reached for her coat hanging next to the door.

Tried to.

His hand caught hers before she could grab the material, tugging her back into his hard chest.

"I am not kidding Y/n. I mean it. Let me take you out for dinner. And not just because I want you in my bed."

She turned her head to look at him, failing to hide her blush due to his proximity.

"What..."

He gave her a dazzling smile. "Let me take you out on a date. Let me court you, the way you read about in your books."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Really."

"Okay..."

"So I'll pick you up at seven?"

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[houseofhollows]

under the stars

pairing: theo nott x reader

genre: fluff

The wind was blowing through her hair, surrounding her with a breeze that she relished, closing her eyes and leaning her chin up. The radio was playing an 80’s song and she nodded her head to the beat of the music, her left arm propped up on the door of the convertible. The sun was setting, the red and orange hues spreading across the great expanse of the sky, reminding her of the magical world she got to live in. 

Theo was sitting beside her, concentrating on driving. The road was empty save for them. There wasn’t much scenery, just endless fields. 

The couple hadn’t been planning on leaving their home that night, wanting to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. But Y/N had been thinking about life and her future, and she felt as if she hadn’t done enough. Of course, she still had time, but those thoughts would drive her crazy if she didn’t get up to do something.

So, Theo suggested they drive somewhere new. It was simple but would hopefully fulfill one of Y/N’s accomplishments. No destination had been chosen, they would just wait and see where the world decided to place them. 

Y/N exhaled softly, shifting her gaze from the road to the man beside her. It was almost their three-year anniversary. She had never thought that this was how her life would have taken her. Theo was the only person she thought about since the moment they made eye contact in first year. The two pinned over each other for years, oblivious to the meaning of the stares, touches, and words they had sent to the other. 

Before they began dating, she had dreamt of a life where they were together, hoping that they had found each other in every life. When she first started having those thoughts, she felt embarrassed. They were just friends, why was she imagining them growing old together every night? But because she felt such strong feelings, she thanked the universe every night that it listened to her desires. 

“What are you thinking about,” Theo asked, briefly glancing her way. His tongue slid across his bottom lip. 

“Ugh, you,” she said, pretending to be disgusted.

“Damn, must’ve sucked seeing me in your head, I’m hideous,” he joked back.

“So hideous. Almost threw up.”

He laughed softly and his bright smile showed just how opposite of hideous he was. 

“You really are beautiful, Theo,” she said genuinely. 

“Good news. You’re beautiful too.”

Y/N turned her gaze back to the road. The space between them felt calm and comfortable. There had never been any awkwardness between them, she realized. Talking to him was the easiest thing she had ever done. 

“Thinking of me again?” he broke her silence.

“You know it,” she replied.

“Lucky for you, you’re always on my mind.”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“Please don't, I’m concentrating.”

“Hold my hand, then,” she said as she opened her palm.

Theo didn’t hesitate, moving his left hand to collide with her own, their fingers intertwining like they had done countless times before. 

It was dark now, and the stars looked down at her, knowing that the universe pulled many strings for them to end up together. No, they weren’t written in the stars. But their passion and love for one another had pushed aside destiny and had granted them their wishes. 

They wanted each other in such a deep way that the universe would’ve felt bad not allowing it to happen. It wasn’t physical desire, it was the need for something that would make life worth living. 

Their classmates had always thought of Theo to be heartless, but deep down he had a heart and he was just waiting for her to take it. 

#Theodore Nott #Theo Nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo nott imagine #harry potter fanfiction #Theodore nott blurb #theodore nott x fem!reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott blurb #theo nott fanfiction #theo nott fluff #writing #creative writing

[frequent-demisexual-distress]

Baby Shark: Leech Twins x Small Shark! reader

So, again, not proofread, and this time typed in one setting on my phone

It might be crack? I had a specific scenario in mind for a bad joke and it sort of ran out of control

You had finally finished your pep talk to the freshmen of Octavinelle and were now walking, hand in hand (in hand) with Floyd and Jade, back to your dorm room - it just so happened that tonight was your date night, and you'd agreed to stay in and just spend some time together. Weekly date nights were something the three of you had made a sacred event, not to be toyed with. It was enstated at Jade's request, as he found himself becoming somewhat jealous of just how much Floyd's normal behavior kept your attention in day to day activities - though he wouldn't admit that outright, you could tell based on his increased, but subtle, requests for attention.

At first, he'd just be somewhat snappier than he meant to be - you came to learn that, from time to time, Jade would have bratty tendencies. He'd touch you more often - although subtle, as ever; he might have a hand on yours under the table, or having your calves pressed together, or a hand on the small of your back. When you didn't pay attention to his subtle signs, he'd have a hard time not becoming frustrated, as his genuine emotions were not something he was the most comfortable expressing openly at this point, despite how much you meant to him - as a result of the lack of communication, and not feeling heard, he'd become irritated.

You'd confront him, telling him that it hurt your feelings when he'd be snappy for no reason. "Jade, love, please tell me.. what's wrong?" You'd ask softly, hands clasped over one of his, having pulled him aside while Floyd went on to his next class.

He'd look at you for a moment. You saw the hesitation in his face, as he almost defaulted. He'd so often pretend that he didn't know what you were talking about, playing it cool - but today, with the softness in your eyes piercing his wall and the warmth of your skin pulling down every brick. His facade faltered and he frowned slightly before leaning down slightly and resting his forehead against yours, taking you by surprise.

Eyes closed, as if too ashamed to face you while he spoke the words aloud, he muttered, "I'd understand, you know - if you prefer Floyd's company."

Immediately you understood, and your hands flew to cup his cheeks. Softly stroking them, your brows furrowed, you speak with a strength that surprises even you. "Jade, my love - we came to be together in exactly the same way as Floyd and I, but you could not be more different. My time with you is the treasure of my heart, just as his is, but yours is unique-"

As you speak, slow and certain, you notice him open his eyes, lifting his head to better see you, though not enough to remove your hands from his cheeks.

"-the time that you and I spend together, just us, is usually quiet. We spend little moments together, simple things like cooking or studying in each other's presence. It may not always be the most interactive, but just being in your presence makes me so happy," you finish, brushing a few of his stray hairs to the side.

He was quiet for a moment, studying your face before humming faintly - in an instant, that signature smile was back and his hands removing yours from his cheeks and clasping them gently. "Well then," he began, cheerful tone returning, "I suppose we shouldn't change that." You noticed that, after a brief pause, his voice had softened slightly, and his eyes avoided yours for a moment as he added, "Although.. perhaps more active time together in addition to that might not hurt."

You nod firmly, before standing up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Taking his hand and ready to move on, you begin to step forward before he pulls you back, his lips suddenly on yours with a surprising but not unpleasant amount of force - a passion that he normally reserved for very private moments. You melt in it, nearly losing your balance for a moment, before he pulls away.

This time, his smirk is real. Smug bastard.

And so, you two decided to have one date per week just for you, and Jade's moodiness seemed to subside.

Enter your other partner, Floyd.

Now, Floyd is emotionally driven at the best of times, and emotionally car-crashed at the worst of times. And him misinterpreting your sudden new habit of going on a formal date with only his brother, his usual unspoken invitation seemingly revoked from these instances, is what led to him beginning to veer out of control in the first place. Whether it surprises you or not, you'd quickly learned that change, at least in the things he felt were his and that he took comfort in, frightened Floyd, and that he would either lean into the manic or slide into the depressive when he was frightened in that way.

For you, that meant your already wild partner was taking things up a few notches. Someone asks for your help in class? He's looming over you trying to squeeze them. You have a study group to attend? He's tagging along and being a total distraction (a cute one for sure, but still defeating the purpose of the meeting). You're late to walk him to class? He's decided he's skipping today, he'd rather stay in bed awhile.

Now, you were a good partner. You wanted to give him his space, of course, but with this on top of the increase in acting out, you felt coming in and checking on him was justified. You opened the door to see that his room was more messy than usual (take that as you will). You walked over to his bed and took him in - pajamas on haphazardly and hair a mess, laying on his side and trying to go back to sleep. You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and observe him. Normally, he'd shoot right up and hug you close; today though, he wasn't budging.

Ultimately, you decide to take only the most natural next step - wrapping your arms around his waist and being his big spoon. You're silent, save for your calm breathing and the slight shifting sound of his blanket as you rub soft circles through it and into his chest. A solid three or four minutes pass before you feel one of his hands come to rest on top of yours- loosely, at first, but it was progress. "...Won't you be late, Y/N?" He says, voice low, head not moving and hair hiding his face from you at that angle.

You shrug and squeeze him softly, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I might be, but who'd ever prefer Trein's lecturing to holding one of the most handsome Eels in the world?" You say, an almost lazy tilt in your voice - you nuzzle into him as you finish. Right now, you decided, he needed to feel like the most important person in the world. And for you he was, in that moment.

You feel him chuckle lowly at your little comment, and suddenly he's turning to lay on his back, facing the ceiling. You notice his eyes are puffy, and your heart breaks just a little. His grip on your hand has tightened, an anxiety in his touch that you knew too well. "Y/N... do you still love me?"

The way his eyes, tired from crying, fully stared at the ceiling, and the flat delivery of the devastating question was what pushed you over the edge. Still on your side and clinging to him, you pull him close and blink away tears, choking back a sob. "Oh honey," you're finally able to get out, "I love you deeper than the Mariana trench - higher than the moon. Whatever made you think otherwise?"

He finally turns on his side, now facing you, eyes again watering. He brings the other hand to your chin, lifting it and making you look at him. Teary eyed and lip near quivering, he simply asked, "Promise me?"

You smile, tears still falling slowly. Simply, you answer, "I swear."

He kissed you softly, something rare for Floyd. You take the moment in and try to memorize the way he moved, so slow and sure, yet almost shy, despite your time together. When he pulled away, he grinned, though it was certainly softer than usual; he spoke with an almost child-like excitement, "Does that mean you'll take me on your dates with Jade now, too?"

You exhale in slight disbelief, chuckling to yourself. Finally, stroking his cheek gently, you speak softly. "I'm afraid not, baby. That time is for him -"

His face began to fall, but you quickly you continued, "- but all that means is that you and me need to have some time just for us each week, too. All for you."

And, after being drowned in kisses and missing two class periods to cuddle, and answering calls from a very concerned Jade, you had helped him recover enough to finish out the day, and things seemed to get back on track in your unique relationship.

However, two dates every week while also working at the cafe, doing odd jobs for Azul, and being a full-time student quickly had you drained. Sometimes, you realized, you'd like some of your free time to be for you - after all, you did see them both every single day regardless.

And so, you and the boys sat down to work out a schedule that allowed all of you a better work-life balance. Ultimately you decided that, each month, one week would have both date nights. The next would have a date with Jade and the third with floyd (the extra free time in each to give the three of you some time to yourselves those weeks). That last week's date night would be one for all three of you - they are brothers, after all, and although surely not possible, you were worried that they weren't spending enough time together anymore.

That brings us back to the present, as the three of you enter your dorm room. You show them the snacks you prepared for your movie night (since you were "hosting" this week) and turn on your television. You're about to turn on a poorly produced, so-bad-its-good romcom when Floyd's treacherous hand attacks your midsection.

Giggling and calling for mercy, you notice he's snatched the remote from you and is entering something with his free hand. "What-" you choke out between giggles, "what are you doing?"

Jade simply sits beside you and pets your hair while Floyd continues. "He mentioned earlier to me that he had a video he'd like us to watch together - that you, in particular, would love it," Jade says, just admiring you as you're tormented.

Finally Floyd stops, giggling like a maniac himself when he's apparently found the video he'd picked for you. You sit up, Jade gently aiding you, and adjust your shirt and your hair. With a huff, still fighting off the remnant giggles, you ask, "Well, what is this video, anyway?"

With a shit-eating grin, he presses play and it hits you.

Baby shark, Do do do-fucking doo. And as you stare at the screen, squinting in disbelief at the audacity, you notice the time-bar. He's picked a 2-hour loop.

Floyd is losing it, and Jade looks less than surprised and more than amused. Those little shits. Well, if they want to play games, you'll play along, you decide. And so, you sat back, grabbing the remote and not allowing them to change it.

Floyd is the first to crack, complaining of his ears ringing. Jade only lasted as long as he did because he was amused by Floyd's reversal; soon though, he was looking physically drained.

By minute 12, they're both trying to pry the remote from your iron grip. You didn't often use your strength with them, but they had to learn. Lips drawn tight, you stand firm - or rather, lounge on your bed, firm. However, even a creature with no natural predators has their breaking point - at minute fourteen, you turn it off.

"So, boys," you begin, holding yourself up and giving them your best less-than-impressed glower, "Learn your lesson?"

Floyd grins, and taps his phone screen. Again, the cursed tune begins to burn your ears. Jade chuckles, and, patting your back, he coos condescendingly, "There there, love, you know you'll always be our only 'baby shark'."

Your glare slowly shifts to him. A pun? A bad pun? That's what all this has led to? Oh, these little bastards. Without warning, you launch yourself onto Floyd and, playfully of course, try to pry the singing phone from his hands. Managing to pause it, you allow him to overpower you (so long as that damn music was done). He starts kissing you again and again, all over your face - meanwhile, Jadehas shifted more onto the bed and, somehow, coaxes you out from under his brother and into a cuddling position- leaving one side open for his brother, of course.

Now, without warning or explanation, they'll refer to you as Baby Shark in conversation, even when with someone who's not in on the joke, and even though you play up the annoyed reaction to make them laugh, you honestly don't mind being their baby shark, as long as they will always be your Eels.

#twst #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #twst fan fiction #fanfic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland love triangle #twst love triangle #twst poly #twst polyamory #twst x reader #x reader #floyd x reader x jade #jade x reader x floyd #jade x reader #twst jade leech #twst jade #jade #floyd x reader #twst floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd

[mimisempai]

Anyway, they like holding hands

Summary:

Even if the gesture had become familiar, holding Aziraphale's hand will never be something ordinary for Crowley. Notes

Neil Gaiman said it, and I have to write something about it of course...

On AO3

Rating G - 704 words

Crowley and Aziraphale were no longer shy about touching each other, they were not afraid to show their love in a tangible way. And if they did so less publicly, it was only because they liked to preserve their intimacy. Ultimately, they both didn't care much about stares and judgments. After all, even ignoring each other's natures, they were still an eye-catching pair.

Crowley loved all those touches. A hand that lingered gently on a shoulder, that trailed lightly without pressing on the small of a back when they moved together, shoulders or knees that brushed against each other, inadvertently or not, and lingered, Aziraphale's arm around his waist while his wrapped around Aziraphale's shoulders, because their difference in size allowed it perfectly.

But the gesture, the touch that Crowley loved most of all was the touch of Aziraphale's hand in his.

A touch he had never allowed himself before.

Probably because he knew that if he had, he would never have been able to let go.

But since they had been together, no hand had been refused or given under duress.

For Crowley, each time was new and precious.

Like the first time he had taken Aziraphale's hand as they left the Ritz.

Because for Crowley it was not something trivial, he had hesitated a little before sliding his hand down Aziraphale's forearm and intertwining his fingers with his. 

They were in the early stages of their relationship and hadn't really discussed public displays of affection.

But Aziraphale had made it easy. As if he had been waiting for this, he had simply looked at him, then at their joined hands, smiled softly and squeezed Crowley's hand in return as he continued walking.

Crowley recalled the feeling of exhilaration he had felt at the time and, if he was honest, still felt every time Aziraphale held his hand or he held Aziraphale's hand, even after so much time together.

The freedom to touch your loved one because you know it was welcome. 

Lost in thought, Crowley walked out of his building and was surprised to see Aziraphale waiting for him.

"Hi," he said with a smile. "What are you doing here, angel? I thought you were waiting for me at the book shop."

"I was passing by, so, since I know this is the time you're coming to meet me, I figured I'd wait for you and we'd walk together," Aziraphale replied as he walked towards Crowley.

They began to walk and without saying anything, Aziraphale slipped his hand into Crowley's. 

Such a familiar gesture and yet tonight Crowley almost missed a step out of surprise, but thankfully he caught himself just in time.

"Are you all right?" asked Aziraphale, his voice full of concern, not letting go of Crowley's hand.

"Yes," Crowley said, "You caught me by surprise, so to speak."

Aziraphale frowned. "You don't like me holding your hand?"

"No, well I mean yes, on the contrary actually."

Crowley rolled his eyes at himself, because he sounded like he was babbling like a prepubescent teenager. He shook his head and tried to pull himself together.

"You usually seem so cool, it's rare that I see you as unsettled as this." Aziraphale looked at him genuinely surprised, before continuing in a much more teasing tone, "Am I affecting you that much, my dear?".

Crowley harrumphed before admitting all the same, "Of course you do affect me." He brought their entwined hands to his lips and continued, "Joking aside, angel, it's just that I appreciate us holding hands and I was thinking about it just before I saw you tonight. So it surprised me, that's all. And get that silly grin off your face before I regret saying that to you."

Aziraphale tightened his grip, raised their joined hands in front of them and said softly, "For me, every time you take my hand, it's like the first time."

"Glad to see I'm not the only one then," Crowley replied with a chuckle, "Aziraphale and Crowley, the sappiest angel and demon in the universe."

They walked on laughing at themselves, their hands still joined.

After all, that was the most important thing: no matter what, neither of them would let go of the other's hand.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #they like holding hands #neil gaiman said it

[rosemaryandarsenic]

Gareth HC's (NSFW, Minors DNI 18+)

he’s a Dr. Pepper or root beer guy, sometimes he irritates you bc he doesn’t drink enough water 

Anxious person to the max doesn’t fidget unless he’s thinking really hard and then he taps on EVERYTHING. Likes getting high with Eddie because it calms him dow, has the worst separation anxiety on the planet but only once he’s close with you. 

Not a smiler unless he has to, people think he’s mad all the time but it’s just his face. When he does smile it’s contagious, lots of dimples. 

Obsessed with physical contact in a quiet way, he’s not big on PDA but he’ll always be touching you somewhere. If you’re dating it’s footsie under the table or holding your hair, messing with your hair, walking with his hand in your pocket. If it’s platonic, he’d always find a way to sit next to you, punches you a lot, slaps your shoulder. He likes to hug everyone when he gets drunk and if he really likes you he’ll fight you lol. 

Gets in fights constantly, like he’s a hothead. As he’s gotten older he’s gotten much better at controlling it but he still loses it sometimes. One time some guy grabs your butt at a bar and you get mad and Gareth is just there holding a chair like, step aside sweetheart I’m gonna bash his head in 😂 

Only gets mad when other people get hurt, will just get sad if it’s himself. He’s tough but he’s a sweetheart who’s way too protective of his friends and loved ones. 

Speaking of loved ones, if you’re together then he loves to tease you. Like he’s sarcastic as shit and loves to make you squirm. 

I just know y’all would have inside jokes that only you two know, just so you could make each other blush in public without anyone else knowing why. 

He’s got siblings, gives me older or middle sibling vibes, even though he was the baby of hellfire. Absolutely has sisters. 

He’s a little insecure bc he grew up as the chubby kid but you always tell him how handsome he is. You’re constantly mumbling something like, “c’mere pretty boy” or “hey handsome”. 

He’s not overprotective or demanding but he gets jealous as fuck. If you and Eddie are close too, he and Gareth would just fight about it all the time because,  “they’re allowed to be friends with me!!” And Gareth, “just doesn’t want them to end up liking eddie instead because Eddie’s the cool one.” This is because he looks up to eddie so much but he’s got some daddy issues. 

Chaotic bi or pan, 10000%. Likes anyone, everything, he’s just not very trusting of people so it takes awhile to open up. Once he does, oh boy he’s ALOT. 

I don’t think he’s neurotypical, I feel like he def has some mood disorders besides anxiety. Def some anger issues that he spends a lot of time working on. He picked up the drums as an outlet so he’s protective over them and his practice time. 

Refuses to date other drummers even though when you play what he teaches you he drools a little. Thinks you look even hotter playing your own instrument and asks for you to sub sometimes just so he can watch you. 

He’s genuinely wholesome but also a perv! Like won’t do anything creepy just weird, for example he steals your underwear all the time and keeps a picture of you sucking on a lollipop on his ceiling. He def has a porno mag or two that he bought because they look like you. 

Hides boners frequently. Lol. 

steals your hair ties to wear on his wrist and uses one of your earrings as a pin on his vest. It’s a little black spider, you wear the other one in one of your ears so you match :) 

Okay but I saw a prompt that was like imagine his curls between your thighs as he eats you out and I….hmnnngggg 

Y’all have sex in some strange places, always quiet and tucked away but just everywhere. The school bathroom, back of his car, the treehouse in the backyard bc his parents were home, like everywhere. 

He lets you do his makeup and his nails all the time, not insecure about it at all 

#gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth the great #stranger things

[thesistersarcheron]

I just wanted to shoot you a message to say I would literally wait until my hair is gray for viciousness & intelligence, and ideally will be waiting with gray hair for updates because I genuinely hope you never stop writing this story. The way you develop the characters, their backgrounds and idiosyncrasies. The balance that you create in their bond and the way you develop the idea of a triad bond, and the lore of mating bonds in general. The care that you treat each character with. It’s beyond gorgeous and each word feels so perfectly chosen and placed to evoke the sense of awe and wonder their story invites. Not to mention you diverge from canon while somehow also fitting perfectly into the canon timeline?

It’s like you’ve opened up an entire world within ACOTAR and I can’t imagine the characters any other way because you’ve captured their essence so perfectly. All of the love and kudos and respect. I will be patiently waiting and rooting for you to update, and absolutely DEVOURING everything else you write in the meantime ❤️

Me and all the girls when I finally finish V&I!

(Jokes aside, thank you so much. This is so kind of you and I'm so touched you like it so much. I wrote most of V&I while I was in the last few months of grad school, so it really feels like a fever dream and I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I'm so happy that it found its niche in the fandom. I also spend a lot of time agonizing over making sure my canon divergences are just right - and if you ever notice that I edited something in an old chapter to adjust my timeline to fit canon, no you didn't.)

#answered #maisonaime

[atypicalacademic]

SOLAS I want to cause Drama

why would you do this to me

First impression: Okay so my first time meeting Solas "in-person" (ie not watching my dear friends stream the game), there was something very appealing about the combination of music and his cadence. Like I had that "I did nothing, the credit is yours," stuck in my head for a solid while lol. Pleasing to the ear, would be my first impression. Until it got super, super old. The rest I'll put under a readmore so I wouldn't spoil those who haven't finished DA:I, perchance.

Impression now: I would, unironically, hunt him for sport. For someone so consumed by regret he is pathologically opposed to changing, and for someone who's so terrified of dying alone he's so determined to not see people as people. Sure it's a defence mechanism which makes for great narrative, but by god my Inquisitors shouldn't have to save him. But Narein Cadash is nicer than me so he tries. Ugh. All that aside, I think Solas is bound by what Fen'harel represents. I'm not sure whether it is godhood or self fulfilling prophecy or sheer fucking delusion, but he is bound to deceit itself. It is both his power and his downfall. He deceives his friends and deceives his people and he deceives this world that could have needed him, and a lot of the time he deceives himself. Everything he touches and everything he does turns eventually to a kind of betrayal in a cycle he cannot break on his own and wouldnt let anyone else. I'd almost pity him if I didn't want to hunt him for sport.

Favorite moment: I actually really like the banter of him playing mind-chess with Iron Bull. An inkling of who he might have been in a previous world and a previous life seemed to shine through in those little hints of playfulness. I also absolutely adore the fresco he makes in his room in Skyhold. Genuinely beautiful.

Idea for a Story: I like stories where Solas has to stop himself before he sees to much of personhood in his companions whom he is inevitably going to betray. And not in a romance way, even. Just him laughing at a joke Varric made and suddenly this world is too real and these people have lives and these people are beside him.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think he's so fascinating that he merits being centered in the overarching narrative the way he is. I'd have preferred if his arc was wrapped up in Inquisition. I also don't see him as a revolutionary figure who has the charisma to pull all these elves to his side. The elves of Thedas, I'm sure have or should have their own political formations and their social reformers (hello, Briala?).

Favorite relationship: I would like to study whatever fuckshit he had going on with the Evanuris like a bug.

Favorite headcanon: I hc that he had a wife back in Arlathan, who died in the Fall like so many others. I imagine they did love each other very much, and she was this dreamy, witty, creative woman who shared his love for art and frilly cakes. There must be a portrait of her, somewhere in one of the older ruins, and I like to think whenever he dreams he looks for a lingering trace of her.

#solas critical #jic #swinging WILDLY at the hornets nest

[dootdootwriting]

HIYAAA beloved I hope ur having a good day <33 can i request a headcanon xiao and kazuha brushing ur hair because YES oh and I’m a girl but gn is fine for me soooo ,if ur feeling uncomfortable with this feel free to ignore

goinsg insane over this prompt <3 some short and sweet hcs for u and frankly also me <3

pairing: xiao, kazuha x reader (separate) tw: none brainworms type: fluff pronouns used: none a/n: wrote this right before going to sleep i love it here... some soft soothing vibes for u anons b4 you go off to bed.... (///￣ ￣///) *i put some nice smelling flowers on ur heads as u drift off*

XIAO

genuinely confused when you ask him to brush your hair

i mean... can't you do it yourself? why would he want to touch your wet hair? you just showered. put some clothes on first.

mortals and their silly relationships and stupid ways of showing intimacy... whatever.

you don't even have to beg him tbh, he gives in pretty quickly and dubiously picks up the hairbrush

he doesn't brush his hair! he's a wind adeptus it just does that by itself (ง ื▿ ื)ว (screw you xiao)

you've run your fingers through his hair before, so he knows it feels nice. he just doesn't understand why hair

has you sit down in front of him and tentatively brushes

it's much to soft and he's not getting anything done so you tell him he can be a bit more assertive

immediately rips the brush through your hair all together much too aggressively

when he sees how much it hurts, he's at a loss for words..... tries comforting you and patting the part where you're clutching your scalp but it ends up hurting more

eventually he quite literally tosses the hairbrush aside (rip) and has you lay your head in his lap instead

he can control his fingers much better, so he figures if he just cards them through your hair like you do for him, it won't be as difficult

he's right!

it's so soothing that you fall asleep on him, and before much longer, his fingers still themselves

for a yaksha who claims not to need sleep, and for one who often can't without nightmares, this is an excellent repose

KAZUHA

king of hairbrushing i think actually

it's a routine for you two to brush each others hair before bed and when you get up in the morning

kazuha sleeps with his hair down! if he ties it up overnight he gets a headache and it messes with the shape of it

i think his hair is soft and fluffy but a little bit dry.... pls tell him to use his conditioner

kazuha has this really really old hairbrush that's been in his family for ages. it's one of the only things he brought with him when he left inazuma

for him, brushing your hair particularly is a very intimate act

something something trusting your partner enough to let your walls down and allow them to take care of you in the simplest and most domestic of ways

IM WEAK. so is kazuha

he takes his sweet time too. you've fallen asleep on more than one occasion to be sure

while you brush his hair, he likes to tell you stories

whether it be folklore, his own adventures, songs he's heard from bards, his own stories he's just making up

he tells jokes, too

he likes to feel the way the air escaping your laugh tickles the back of his neck

hairbrushing always ends with light sweet kisses on the forehead or cheek. or, if he's feeling playful, on the lips

very treasured experience

#AUGH IM GOING INSANE IM GOING INSANE #genshin impact #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #xiao #gi xiao #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao hcs #kazuha hcs #gn!reader

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Earthly Paradise

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Things with Loki are going great, you over each other and everything seemes perfect, but will the honeymoon phase survive when Loki's worries get the worst of him.

☆ Word Count: 5009

☆ Notes: Loki is shy and touch-starved switch. It is almost fluff without plot until the end. Part 4 of this saga I've made: part one, two, three.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Loki, Loki does a major fucksie whupsie at the end.

After the mission was over things happened how Loki had expected them. The second the rest of the team figured out what was going on between the two of you (which didn’t take long given the loving display wasn’t particularly discreet) hell broke loose: teasing, jokes, and playful flirting to trigger Loki’s jealousy and all those things you could expect from friendly banter.

“Ah, Tinkerbell, I really like your new shirt”

On different times, these same circumstances would have annoyed him, or worse, especially about the flirting would’ve caused at least one of them to go missing, but the way you beamed with pride when you spoke of how much you adored Loki made him do the same. And they could tease each him all they wanted. You had made perfectly clear that jokes aside you had eyes only for him.

For once in his life, Loki knew what it was to have the spotlight, being showered by so much positive attention from a group that despite he’d never admit it, he had learned to care for. Your relationship highlighted the best of him and made him want to be even better.

He didn’t expect it all to be perfect, he imagined sooner or later, someone would come to lecture him about the responsibilities of a romance with someone as precious as you, or threats to murder him in his sleep if he dared to hurt you. But none of that came. If anything they came to support him, to suggest him good restaurants to take you to, reminded him of your favorite flowers, chocolates, and colors, and whatsoever a long-detailed list of tips about Midgardian courting… other stuff. It was annoying but if this were the kind of things you’d like he would make sure to provide.

Because you did to him what no one did in over a millennium. You made him happy, genuinely happy.

“Reindeer games, you look like you’re in a good mood today” Tony chuckled.

“Good mood?” Clint laughed, “He’s arrogant ass is not literally glowing because he would look like a  fluorescent marker.”

“Look at him all dressed up, Earth style even” Sam grinned cheekily, pointing to his black suit.

“Dating human is more softening than what my brother expected” Thor smiled more endeared than cheekily.

“Leave him alone guys” Nat smiled, to which Loki nodded thankfully, “… it’s not his fault cupid hit bullseye.”

Of course. He didn’t want to let those ridiculous comments ruin his evening, but all this nonsense was ridiculous and starting to get to his nerves.

“Guys, I hope you’re not messing with Loki” a familiar voice spoke through the hall.

Seeing you was worth all the teasing, you had chosen a beautiful blue night dress, glittery silver heels that he could only see if your step were long enough to raise the skin up your ankle, and silver jewelry to match.

“You look absolutely stunning, my love” he smiled as he reached to greet you with a kiss ln the cheek.

“You’re so sweet, mischief. You look fantastic yourself, but I didn’t expect any less of you” you smiled. “But hurry or we’ll lose the reservations.”

“Darling we’ll be fine, don’t worry, I’ve been perfecting my portals, and worst-case scenario we’ll use those.”

“Woah there, sweet pea, careful” Clint warned you playfully. “It’s never good when a man wants to save time.”

“Hilarious, Barton, but I didn’t quite hear you” Loki snarled tapping his ear.

“Loki!” you scolded him, “And believe it or not, he is nothing but a gentleman.”

“Yeah, that’s how they all act” Bucky chuckled.

“Right, because you guys would know first-hand about that, gigolo squad” you scoffed, “Not you Bruce, Vision, you’re an angel too, Steve… you’re on thin fucking ice.”

“This is what I get for being the sponsor of your fancy date?” Tony whined, feigning offense. “Good to know.”

“Ah, you know I’m very thankful” you smiled to walk to where he was seating to give him a kiss on the cheek, “But I can’t let you guys insult my Loki. Even if his fancy dates finish me off…”

“If Earth’s Mightiest Heroes are done interrupting…” Loki spoke up.

“Don’t blame us, mischief” Clint grinned, “It’s your fault we came together in the first place.”

“A mistake I’ll pay for rest of my life, rest assured” Loki sighed. “Shall we get going, love?”

“Yeah, let’s” you smiled as you grabbed him by the arm ready to spend a date night at the theater.

Days went by full of delight and Loki felt like floating. You were inseparable and could barely take your hands off each other, first thing in the morning you would meet in the kitchen to eat together, matched your gym routines in the mornings to stretch and start the day. Then he’d grab a book to read with you around as you worked in the lab for a couple of hours, still tending to your needs bringing you water and snacks to share with you until it was time to train. The other girls had gone ballistic, constantly making group dates with Wanda and Vision, Pepper and Tony, Nat and Bruce, whether two couples at one or everyone who tagged along.

You still worked hard to be a hero and you trained your butt off, but training had to be one of his favorite things now: he taught you Asgardian sparring as he learned Midgard fighting styles to show you as well, but it all meant having you close and a chance to touch you.

“Alright, darling” Loki huffed, “Your position is too gentle. Straighten your shoulders.”

You did as told, and he placed hands on the sides of your waist, nodding for you to do the same. The rest came almost mechanically, it was trying to get your feet behind his leg to swipe him to the floor. Loki and you had been working on a mix of different martial arts to make your fighting style diverse and unpredictable to the enemy.

After a couple of attempts you finally managed to drop Loki on the floor, although rather than getting overexcited you decided to actually beat him. When, he rolled on his stomach to try standing up you tackled him, placing your knee on the back of his thigh to prevent him from standing, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his hands pinning them against his back. You had successfully managed to put Loki in a lock, and he swelled with pride when he noticed he was effectively pinned, even if his strength far surpass yours, you had exceeded his expectations, so he allowed you to enjoy your victory.

“Gotcha good” you stated audibly pleased with yourself.

“Mm, I really enjoy this new arrogance of yours” he smirked, “I wouldn’t mind this position in a different scenario.”

He let out a chuckle when he heard you whine. He had learned your reactions so well that he could practically see your red face as you bit the inside of your cheek to try concealing your embarrassment.

“I do wonder if you’d be able to take charge with the task given you’ve made it so easy for me to fluster you” he teased you.

He only meant that to an extent, truly he adored the newfound liberty he had to embarrass you, how vulnerable you’d allowed yourself to be vulnerable to his words, even if he exploited that for his entertainment he never used it to hurt you, nor he intended to. He relished that trust you gave him and no way he’d actually make you feel ashamed.

“Oh?” he could just hear the impishness. “Is that right…? What about this scenario?”

Before he could shoot you a comeback he felt singers spidering over the back of his exposed side, crawling up his ribs.

“Ehe-hey! Lohohove, dohohon’t do thahahat” he chuckled.

“Why not? You wanted me to take charge” you teased him, “That should mean I get to make decisions. Or does this not please you?”

“Okahahahay, it’s good, it’s good, that’s enough!” Loki laughed when your hand snaked under his arm. “Cut it ohohout!”

You ceased your playful torture but not right after he asked, he didn’t understand what it was immediately, given he was trying to get rid of the tingly sensations. But by the time he did the footsteps approaching were already by the door.

“Oh, hi!” Bruce waved shyly. “I remembered you’d be here, Tony asked if you were going to the lab later today.”

“Yeah, we’re almost done training,” you smiled innocently, “I’ll take a shower and we’ll meet you there.”

“We?”

“We, as in we are a package deal now,” you stated firmly, “wherever he goes, I go, and vice versa.”

Something in Loki’s stomach fluttered, he had never experienced such a pure way of loving. How proud you made clear you were with him, and you loved him. Sure, despite his altercations, he knew his family loved him. But it was so different,.

“O-Oh… Good,” Bruce smiled and left, letting you return to the lesson.

“Now, grab one of my arms and stretch it behind me” Loki instructed, “place your knee on my free arm if you deem it necessary.”

You did as he ordered, and Loki nodded approvingly of your technique.

“Now all you’d have to do is place your hand below my elbow and smash it to break my arm.”

“What?!” you sounded so genuinely horrified Loki couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

“Of course you’re not gonna do it to me darling,” Loki assured you “I know you wouldn’t harm me, it’s just practice. But fear not, you’ve improved your strength enough, so it a really combat you would perform it well.”

“No… I don’t want to do that” you said getting off of him.

He sat up to face you, looking at your mortified face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking lightly.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone… I mean, y-yeah… I’ll have to fight bad guys but… actively breaking arms… i-isn’t that overkill?”

“Darling… killing is part of the job too… sometimes you won’t have a choice” he said as gently as he could.

“I understand that I just… I would like to avoid reaching those extremes… As much as possible, at least.”

Norns, you were so soft.

“I know the battlefield is rough,” you said, “But you’re living proof that there’s good in what we think are bad guys… I don’t want to make killing my default, you know.”

He could recognize you had a valid point… and he admire your mercy, but he couldn’t help but worry.

As you reached out to cup his face with a care and love he hadn’t felt in his entire life, he sighed allowing you to keep stroking his cheek with a gentleness that undid him. He could feel himself practically melting to your touch, feeling his worry vanish at your hands.

Speaking of touch, your affection had become his newest and strongest vice. He loved how you held his hands as you walked around the facilities so naturally that you didn’t have to think about it. He relished your hugs, so warm and tender, always telling him how much he was loved.

It was terrifying how much he craved for your touch, how he would bend to your will if you simply caressed him. Your fingers worked like magic.

As much as he adored having you in his arm, knowing he could keep you safe while he ran his fingers through your hair to make you sigh and let out little moans of delight, you were stubborn and you insisted to pamper him as well. At first it took him time to warm up to the idea, always charming his way around it. But as much as you enjoyed yourself you eventually got your way… and Loki questioned how he ever lived without your touch.

The way you seemed took pleasure helped to put his mind at easy. And the way you made him feel helped too.

It was funny how as a prince, massages were pretty much part of the deal, just another perk of the royal life. But this? Simply resting his head on your chest as you absentmindedly traced shapes on his back or gave him what you called head scritches made the most renowned masseuses pale in comparison.

“You are such a puppy” you teased him.

“I am nothing of such, I’m much more sophisticated…” he chuckled, “at least a cat.”

“Are you sure? I think you’d look cute with a puppy tail,” you giggled, “wagging it around when you’re happy. You even react when I scratch behind your ear…”

You scratched the spot behind his ear, and he shivered in delight, biting his lip to hold back any audible reaction but not quite concealing his smile. He could feel his face heating up at the sound of your endeared laughter.

“I hate you” he groaned.

“I love you too.”

You returned to scratching his back and he just huffed, allowing himself to relax once again. Shivered again when you sneaked underneath his shirt by the neck of it onto his bare back, which he would be delightful if you hadn’t found a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder blade. That made him jump despite his best efforts, your fingers had just found a very bad spot and his reaction was evident.

“Oh… sorry” you smiled shyly.

He just groaned and hid in your chest to try concealing his embarrassment, but you simply moved from the spot continued scratching his back. For a moment he felt tempted to tickle you back, his weight and position already gave him an advantage, and he could excuse it on revenge, it'd certainly seem like a naturally playful response.

But he knew you knew him well, just as well as he knew you. You would certainly tickle him back, in a worst-case scenario, you’d pick up on the fact that he actually didn’t fight it back… Meaning it’d be a matter of time you figured out why.

He’d have to do with the occasional chill from a touch in a particularly sensitive spot for now. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore every second of it as well.

Valhalla could be damned.

When eventually kisses became part of the relationship, he fell in love even further the second your lips met his skin. You’d peck his cheeks almost every time he was within reach, his eyelids when he was sleepy, on his neck always sending chills down his spine, his hands when he handed you tools or when you drove around the city, and his lips… gods, the taste of you. He knew there was a before and an after in his life once he tasted your kisses.

It was his favorite distraction. You had found that you could interrupt him from any task or activity with a smooch and he would not only not be annoyed, but he corresponded happily. If anything, he feigned annoyance and claim you would have to pay for disturbing his peace, which was just an excuse to kiss you more fervently. Of course you knew better than to interrupt him if he was doing something important, which he appreciated, but the world could wait until he was done with you.

And… just like things started between the two of you, tickles were a constant on your relationship. He adored teasing you and eliciting giggles from you as much as you did to him.

Tickling you silly was another effective way of getting you away from work to skip you pleads to get 5 more minutes or let you finish this one bit. It was just a matter of wrapping his arms around you and scribbling his fingers over your belly to have you cave in and leave the lab to rest spending time with Loki. Or just to get you to do anything really.

“Give up, honey~” he purred in your ear.

“Nahahaha!” you squirmed in his lap.

Oh, who would have guessed that doing things like sitting on the God of Mischief’s lap could result in situations like these…

“It’s the only way to make this stop…” he teased, as he squeezed and pinched your ribs.

“IHIHIHIT’S NOT FAIIIEEEEEEEEE!” you screeched, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Lihife is not fair, dear heart” he laughed at your reaction as he reached to tickle your back, right between your shoulder blades. “But this is as simple as surrendering.”

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! NO MOHOHORE!” tears of laughter streamed down your face.

“Say it…”

“I GIHIHIVE!” you laughed, tapping  “IHIHIHIT’S YOURS! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”

He decided to be merciful and actually hold his end of the bargain, letting you break, rubbing circles on your back to brush of the tickly sensations, you gasped for air in defeat as you handed him the last cookie. Of course he shared half with you, and of course that’s what would’ve happened anyway, but none of you could deny it was more fun this way.

On your side, you were a bit discrete, and Loki thanked you for that, you didn’t say it openly, but he knew you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed if you tickled him in front of others.

“Ah, the happy couple having some quality time with a movie” a familiar voice beamed happily as he walked in the leisure room.

“Thor, don’t come to bot—”

“Yeah we are” you chimed in with a happy smile, “We’re watching Pride and Prejudice, if you want to join us, if you don’t mind romantic movies… really romantic movies.”

The God of Thunder stiffened immediately looking around the room as to avoid contact.

“A-ah, w-well— I… I wouldn’t want to bother the— the l-lovebirds…”

“It’s not a bother at all, Thor” you smiled “In fact, I’ll give a bunch of kisses to my little Asgardian moonlight right here, right now.”

You clever thing. Despite his normally confident demeanor, his brother couldn’t handle his socially awkwardness. Sure, among friends he was still loud and bright. But when it came strangers he was actually really shy… among strangers and… and couples, the public displays of affection just made him really self-conscious.

“Is that right, darling?” Loki smirked, happy to play along.

“M-Maybe another time” Thor suggested.

“Oh, Thor, don’t be shy! We’re almost family” you teased him.

That was enough to make the God of Thunder, turn pale and fled the room, making Loki fall back on the couch laughing.

“Oh, dear, I almost thought he was going to pass out” Loki chuckled.

“I’m kinda sad he didn’t join us for movie night” you said sadly.

“Wait, you were serious?”

“What’s wrong with it?” you said innocently, “You’re my boyfriend.”

Loki just rolled his eyes, barely missing the tingling feeling on the back of his mind. Liar.

“Again with your Midgardian terms” he huffed.

“You are just bitter I was the one who asked you out officially” you grinned triumphantly as you planted a kiss on his lips.

“I hate it when you’re right” he smiled through the kiss, “but if you kiss me more I’ll forgive you.”

“Well… I guess I have no choice…” you mumbled happily barely breaking the kiss. “Or now that we’re alone… I could…”

Before Loki could ask was talking about he felt your fingernails gently yet torturously crawling under his arms, making him burst out laughing.

“Dahahaharling, dohohon’t– hehehe! Stohohop!”

“Don’t stop? If you say so…” you teased as you nuzzled his neck, just adding up to the tickling sensation. “I knew you liked this, but this is beyond blunt, sugar pie.”

With what little strength he could muster he held your wrist to push you away from him.

“Goodness grahacious, dear…” he chuckled, “where did you get that idea?”

“You may fool the others, even your brother, but I know you love it when I tickle you, giggles” you whispered, gently tapping his nose. “Otherwise you’d stop me right away, squirm at least.”

“Oh, giggles, is it?” he growled playfully. “I’ll show you giggles.”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!”

And he latched onto your sides, eliciting your squeals and laughter was a lot better than admitting you were right twice in the same date night. Oh, well, just another thing to the list of things he still didn’t dare to tell you, it would pile up next to finally telling you “I love you” and his concern to your eager to be exposed to the Avenger lifestyle…

You… an Avenger. Exposed to missiles, swords, daggers, a vast amount firepower, master assassins, metahumans, witches and sorcerers, people in mechanical suits of diverse thematic, angry green monster with strength that surpassed literal gods, and that’s without the mention of extraterrestrial lifeforms of unknown intentions. And you, so fragile and gentle wanted to expose yourself to all that for people who mostly didn’t deserve an ounce of your kindness.

Gods, he couldn’t allow it. You would get yourself killed. You were only going to shorten your already brief life. No. He had to do something about it.

Thankfully that opportunity presented itself on a silver plate. Literally…

“Loki, can you pass me the—

“T10 Pozidriv screwdriver” he smiled as you grabbed the screwdriver yourself.

“I’m impressed you actually recognize what they look like.”

“You have me stuck here too much” he chuckled teasingly.

“You love it” you leaned towards him with that adorable way of smiling that made your nose scrunch up.

“I don’t hate it” he agreed corresponding your actions to meet you for a kiss when—

“Sorry to interrupt the not-ly-weds” Pietro chimed in as he walked into the lab, “But there’s a meeting in 15 minutes for the next mission, so we need the emo king here to grace us with his presence in hall C.”

Loki was about to berate him about not knowing the meaning of privacy. But you placed your hand on his discreetly to beam with a smile.

“He’ll be there in 5” you assured him.

Loki noticed how the speedster’s expression softened. All the annoyance in his eyes when he walked in vanished within seconds.

“O-Oh— good” he mumbled, “I’ll see you there, then.”

And with that, he left leaving a trail of wind behind him.

“What was all that about?” Loki asked.

You shrugged with an innocent smile, “I just thought I’d spare you the trouble”.

“I appreciate the effort, but I rarely confront with them lately” Loki reminded you, “Besides their unwelcome mockery, that is.”

“They’re not mocking you, baby, it’s just teasing” you smiled, “that’s just the way the show you they love you. You’ve proven to be part of the family.”

“Family…” Loki breathed out.

“Yeah, but we can talk about it after your meeting” you smiled as you pecked his cheek.

“What happened with wherever I go, you go?” Loki smirked.

“I’m packed with work right now, and you know I rather not go until I’m authorized to a mission” you sighed, “it’d be rubbing salt in the wound.”

He nodded in agreement and made his way to the meeting. Given you had sent him off with time to spare, he had arrived early. Meaning the only other members present were Rogers and Vision. So he took the chance to request making a brief council before the meeting.

“Alright, before so talk about the trip to Gulmira, Loki wanted to bring a matter to us” Steve said absentmindedly as he was reading some files.

He just stood up, and cleared his throat… If you ever found out what he was about to do, you would be beyond angry, but he hoped you would understand.

“First of all, this a highly sensitive subject so it’s of utmost importance that what we say behind these doors remains strictly confidential…”

Gods, he hoped he could be forgiven.

Soon, the mission day arrive. You were there when it was time to leave, he was surprised at himself for managing to keep a straight face as your eyes crystallized with held back tears as they loaded the Quinjet. For as long as he could remember, he hadn’t cared about goodbyes, but leaving you for a few days broke his heart.

“It’s okay… I’ll prepare a date for when you get back” you beamed as you cleaned the tears from your eyes.

“That sounds lovely” he smiled, gently caressing your cheek, “I’ll be counting the seconds until I get to see your beautiful face once more…”

“I’d rather you focus on the mission” you chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t want to see your return as a sieve.”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes with a smile as he extended his arms, cueing you to hug him.

You complied happily wrapping your arms around the tall god, standing on the tip of your toes to peck his cheek. He couldn’t help but look at you sadly, knowing it’d be at least a couple of days until he saw you again. How had he come to miss you so badly? Which force of nature had decided he’d need you this badly?

“Don’t be sad” you smiled.

“Yeah, because sad spelled backward is das and das not good” a familiar voice said, soon revealing Peter carrying boxes to the jet. “I— I mean, like… das not gonna be good for the mission… Um…”

Loki’s annoyed sigh contrasted with your happy giggle.

“Hey, with the suit almost done, maybe next mission I’ll go with you, right?”

“Yes, perhaps…”

“Alright Alison Reynolds, we’re leaving!” Tony called from the ship.

You have him a final kiss goodbye and he rushed to the jet, waving you goodbye as the hatched closed. Of course there was teasing about it on the flight, but the warmth from your body still lingering on him was something no amount of mockery could take away from him.

The mission was what he expected, some days of vigilance, a couple more of infiltration and espionage, the battle and take down of the evil organization of turn, and control damage to the surrounding area. The only considerable surprise was that someone had managed to slash his skin with a blade. Nothing concerning besides the fact that you’d for sure give him a mouthful when he got back… not that he minded.

When they arrived back, Loki felt tired, but thrilled to get to see you again. Even if this time it meant that you’d panic at the sight of his arm, which you did. No matter how many times Loki assured you that it wouldn’t kill him, you lectured him while you cleaned and bandaged the wound, reminding him that he’s not immortal and that he shouldn’t be so reckless without access to Asgardian medicine.

He would take a thousand more blade if it meant you’d cure them. Anything to have you close.

You were just finishing wrapping the bandage around Loki’s shoulder when Thor walked in with his usual smile only widening at the sight of you two.

“Ah young one, I came to thank you for the food you had ready” he grinned as he showed a sandwich in his hand, leaving Loki’s on the table next to him.

He wasn’t able to fight the smile at the first bite, it was an extra lettuce chicken sandwich with that spicy mayo he liked. A quick glance at Thor’s gave away that it was an all-meat sandwich. You made everyone’s sandwich favorite, personalized for everyone, typical.

“It’s nothing, you guys were gone for a while, and I imagined you’d be too hungry to wait until dinner and too tired to eat in the dinning room” you smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s absolutely delicious.”

Loki was lowering down his sleeve, ready to spend the rest of the evening with you, when Thor decided to speak once again.

“It really is a blessing that she’s still here to take care of us” Thor smiled at Loki.

“Hah… w-what do you mean…?” you asked nervously.

The room felt silent, Thor had a look  of regret on his face as his younger brother stiffened, refusing to look you in the eye. Loki looked at the floor, knowing he’d never resist the pained look he was sure would be adorning your features, Thor on the other hand simply caved in with a defeated sigh.

“Look, little one… We had decided to vote about you going on missions a while back, given you lack life-long training, and your suit wasn’t ready… it had to be unanimous, so– It was only for your safety–”

“Who voted against it?” you asked.

“I did” Loki finally admitted.

The brief second your eyes met his tore his heart apart in a million pieces. The amount of disappointment in your eyes was unbearable.

“W-What? Why? Who else…?”

Thor just shyly shook his head.

“So it was just you?” you asked, Loki really disliking the tone of your voice, you had never spoken so harshly, and much less to him. “Only you doubt that I can do it?”

“You will thank me one day.”

“What? No!” you complained, “that’s not fair!”

“Come now, it’s not—” Thor tried intervening, but you held your finger up at him. And Thor had spent enough time on Earth to know that defying the angry Shut-Up finger sign was dangerous, even for the God of Thunder.

“Why, Loki?!” You asked, “You know what this means to me!”

“You have no idea what you would be getting yourself into.”

“I know what it demands, and I’m willing to pay the price if I get to make a difference, and you don’t have the right to decide over what I can or can’t do!”

“If I recall, that’s exactly what the voting was for,” Loki said plainly, “wasn’t it, brother?”

“I- I- I… I don’t want to get involved” Thor raised his hands in a truce sign.

“No, it’s okay Thor.” you snapped, “Loki, you don’t get to make that choice for me! You have no right to do it!”

“It’s for you own good, darling!”

“It’s my risk to make, Loki! I—”

“Do you have any idea what your death would do to me?!” Loki finally snapped back.

“I’M MORE THAN WILLING TO DIE!”

“I’M NOT WILLING TO SEE YOU DIE! DON’T YOU GET IT?! I LOVE YOU!”

There was a deadly silence after that. Thor didn’t dare to move an inch, he just stood by the door trying not to make a sound even with his breathing. But a god so big wasn’t easy to hide, making this need to burst into tears was even more humiliating with his brother here.

Of course he ruined it. The first time he tells you he loves you, and he ruined it. He was an absolute idiot. He held it in so much that when it slipped out he exploded in your face.

“I’m not allowing you to put yourself in the line of fire and risk losing you” he barely managed to breathe out.

“You already did.”

You left the room, slamming the door behind you… sort of (bless the day shock absorbers were made). And Loki just collapsed against the desk in front of him, resting his head on his crossed forearms.

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BECAUSE. THEY'RE THE BEST. IN EVERY WAY. CASE CLOSED (TOO MANY QUALITIES TO NAME.)

HARD TO SAY... I COULD JUST SAY EVERYTHING BUT I'LL PICK SOME. 1) THEY'RE REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT MYSTERIES 2) HE BROKE NADEKO'S WINDOW 3) HE STOLE KOYOMI'S CAR?!??!?!?!??! 4) THEY'RE A LYING ASSHOLE WHO LIES (NOT REALLY A STRICT ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION BUT I GOT EXCITED OK NEXT QUESTION WAIT) 5) GWEH

THE SCHOOL. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW

DIS MENTIONED UMINEKO AND I THINK YEAH ACTUALLY. OUGI WOULD HAVE SO MUCH FUN TRYING TO SOLVE THE MYSTERY. OR HAVE FUN TORTURING BATTLER. OUGI WOULD HAVE FUN TELLING HIM ACTUALLY IT WAS MAGIC. OUGI WOULD ALSO BE A FUN WITCH. (i should stop using capslock i'm just excited and happy)

mother mother - ghosting...........................

balance.... balance balance balance balance reason balance

show them being spooky and weird. ougi must be weird and spooky at all times this is a requirement GOD i love ougi

misogyny, transphobia, homophobia (less this but still)

yes because i love them. i would have to get better at cleaning my room but i definitely could as long as i did that

obviously. i appreciate their tricks and i would go along with their lies and laugh at their jokes because i already do that. we would be so tricky and fun together

11.

12. loves hats and other hair accessories but just never gets the chance to wear them because COUGH always in the school COUGH (i say this bc of the amount of official arts giving them hair accessories n hats) 13. 🤭 14. hmmmm.... it's not quite right to just say "goth." ougi absolutely wears black (could even say another headcanon is that its their favorite color bc i mean. cmon) almost if not all of the time... if i'm going off official art, cute clothes, sometimes with frills. if i'm going off a whim headcanon, fancier, elegant stuff (like smth you might wear at a fancy party), maybe formal attire, or just plain black shirt and skirt/pants. if i'm going off both, lots of dresses, long or short. if i'm picking specific styles/genres of fashion, probably either casual, business casual, or evening wear. maybe some goth too actually, but not lolita and probably no eyeliner to go with it 15. hmm.................. i dont ship ougi so much. but tsubasa/ougi kismesis rivalry ship is real. 16. >:((((((( koyougi. setting aside that it would never happen bc they dont see each other like that bc of who they are, it would put ougi in a really bad spot that i really dont want to see them in to the point where it physically pains me. koyougi can only exist and make sense by being mutually toxic and destructive and i'm fine with torturing koyomi but i refuse to subject ougi to that. 17. was gonna say this for 15 but then saw this. for a more traditional romantic ship, i think ougi/tsukihi is alright 18. well assuming this doesn't have to be romantic... koyomi, probably. she does so much for him and loves him so much. their dynamic is so unique and interesting and... intimate and special. and touching, too :) (and of course, fun and mischievous and all the good stuff) other than that... maybe nadeko? because of nademonogatari. and how nice he is to her 19. mmm don't think i have one of these? 20. TSUKIHI!!!!! TSUKIHI TSUKIHI TSUKIHI!!!! ive talked about this in another post but. they share similar situations and ougi had a heart-to-heart with her in ougi dark!!!! besides koyomi ougis opened up the most to tsukihi, and tsukihi genuinely respects ougi (ln)! ougi can unbalance tsukihi but the reverse is also true so they're on an equal footing. and tsukihi would help ougi out on whatever they needed, too bc tsukihi's just like that. they'd be really good friends i think nisioisin should scrap whatever his next novel idea is and write this instead 21. oh absolutely the gags. its soo fucking funny to think about how the hell ougi would take the piss out of something. i cannot count the number of times i've read my own fics and burst out laughing because god ougi is such a little shit and would totally do this. something i dont like........ second guessing myself on whether they would in fact, say that. alternatively, trying to figure out how to give them character development in a satisfying way because nisioisin forgor 22. there's no one thing because everyone other than me gets it wrong in an unforgivable way. HOWEVER, the thing i see people doing the most (or just remember the most) is making ougi Too intellectual. ougi isn't Not intellectual, but ougi is also not stuck up their own ass. this is the person who said "*blush*" out loud. ougi gets silly with it. ougi is a jokester and disrupts the balance and preserves the balance by disrupting it. if ougi is being too much of one thing, they will take notice and immediately shift gears to be the opposite. ougi is incredibly self aware. if ougi was ever using an average of 6 long and sophisticated words per sentence, they would cotton on and then make "Huh WHUHHHHH" their next sentence. 23. WHAT YOU CANT ASK ME THIS OK I KNOW WHAT IT IS NVM. its this (explanation in the link)

there's two to tie with this, or runnerups perhaps: this, which is just. fun and playful and lonely. a moonlit waltz, and ougi's leading him around wherever she wants. wonderful

and this vofan art! love these so very much. this one just feels like im in school and the sun is shining through the windows. which is what literally is in the picture but it feels like i'm there. ive always loved seeing the sun shine on things and it's no less beautiful here, especially when it's lighting up the euler's identity proof on the blackboard. the big ZERO scribbled a few times over is a nice touch too

(EDIT: WAIT I FORGOT)

THIS VOFAN ART IS ALSO SO SO SO GOOD! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!! IN THE MIDDLE LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!! AND ALL SMILING AND ACTING ALL HUMBLE WITH THEIR FANCY LITTLE TUX THING. GOOD FOR THEM!!!!!! LOVE THAT FOR THEM LOVE THEM YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! 24. thought i didnt know this one, but actually... ena from. ena lol. it's the inscrutability + the gender + the formality 25. "wait who is this? did i skip a part by accident?? am i supposed to know who this is??? ive never seen this character as part of the lineup for mono girls. huh." then this became admiration and joy when she started doing interesting philosophizing and harassing of koyomi. not to mention the GENDER. and how entertaining they always were. without even realizing it i started rooting for them...... and now of course. they're the most important thing to me 26. "Are you really always right about Ougi?" hehehe...

YES. I AM ALWAYS RIGHT ABOUT OUGI!!!!!! *cackle* *cackle*

#monogatari #ougiposting #oshino ougi #ask game

[goldammerchen]

*is still avoiding making day 5* (*this will be queued for later*)

one of my projects (1/2 main ones) is going to be the end of me (Dx)

[TLDR: history interspersed with modern era psychological horror]

where do i even start. one of the reasons i make my pru begin with the order (instead of as baItic), besides straight up kinda make him cartoonish evil [/half-joking...], is to make the contrast deeper between the order/prussia and the freaking gd.r for fic reasons (so less contrast in other fics/ideas), and for gil to doubt if some of his changes are from being deleted then renamed, and/or remembering things different—perhaps wrongly—since being "reformulated".

in my version, when the common people from the pru.ssian tribes outlive the crusades, it includes the heta-people representatives (semi-unfortunately for gisel). some of the avatars join the order, others keep finding ways to continue antagonizing gil (esp the one that was THE baItic pr.ussia). but, over the years, each death, each resurrection, each reincarnation, changes them, making them forget. after the black death, nothing is ever the same as before (germani.zation + the mass death from the plague), aside some sort of atavistic dislike towards gil--who was younger than then during the crusades, so it was complex for all. at some point, at the end of his childhood, the fanatic kid began to understand the reality of his existence. without exchanging spoken words, he turned blind eye to the paganist rituals, while the prus.sians who joined the knights stepped forward to protect him when needed... all of this doesn't mean gil didn't think like a mf imperiaIist nationaIist during the xix century until the 19.18 rev, while later, as much as he somewhat begins to think things different during the post-war, he always liked the taste of revenge... [i'm gonna write the fic: enough explaining].

so, *the* teuto.nic order, *the* pr.ussian kingdom and subsequent incarnations, to the (in the most idealized version) internationaIist dd.r?? was the change of heart genuine, or the result from literally dying? nobody was really the same after the wars, yet somehow that's truer for him. how someone like him (and ivan) dare(d) to call themselves revoIutionaries...?

to this mess above, add gil in the modern days beginning to lose touch with his time perception. nothing is working how it should be, and isn't going away no matter what. he deals with the psychological horror bullshit mainly alone at first, until he can't hide it anymore from lud, his younger brother, who has mixed feelings towards his older brother (after everything). this brings another layer of psychological mess to the story, that develops further in the next part (including canondivergence).

i'd love to tag these with the title of the fic, but it ties with the ending. edit: #potatocest angst works for now.

[the other fic is a crossover, set right after the war, but the tone is different...]

edit 2: kinda moving some of the tags here. after years of daydreaming, i'm fond of my baItic pru oc + kaIinin... oc. but, those appear in *another* project that scares me lol (high expectations Dx). the dude (my gil) basically got uprooted after doing the same (oversimplified i know)

#fic wips #fic wip #hws prussia #sr. tnddr #besides i am fond of the baItic pru oc (+ kalinin.... oc) #years of daydreaming #both will appear in another project of mine that i also have high expectations for... #dude (my gil) basically got uprooted after doing the same (oversimplified i knowww) #dd.r posting #In Case I Don't Make It (joking) #potatocest angst