#little sappy post sorry guys i love them

[icarusallusion]

One of the main reasons I've been so fond of Otasune since I first knew it was a thing was because I think they're genuinely one of the purest forms of love in Metal Gear.

Throughout the series we see horrible relationships between horrible people trying to get by and then that relationship gets dragged through the awful scenarios they live with, be it war, internal struggles, infidelity etc. Despite this common place struggle with so many other characters, we see Otacon and Snake steadfast loyal and healthy throughout every struggle they go through.

They may not be an official couple, but they will always stay the most communicative relationship even outside of shipping. I see people joke about how Otacon kind of bosses Snake around (especially in MGS4), but I always saw it as refreshing. In the series, there is so many times where x character does something horrendous and y character just sits aside and silently sulks about it.

But this doesn't happen, like at all, with Dave and Hal. There are many times where Snake doesn't think about consequences to his actions as a general rule of soldier, however Hal has never been a soldier. So when these things happen, Otacon tells him off and it's something Snake genuinely needs to hear. It's something human, away from combat. Because Otacon is one of the very few characters that talks to Snake as a person, as a human, not as a soldier or fucked up clone baby.

Snake has gone his whole life scrapping the bottom of the barrel to stop feeling so lonely, he flirts with every woman he sees, he attaches himself very easily onto superiors, etc. Snake is a man who has spent his whole life trying to appeal to people, to get the praise he was never allowed as a child. Otacon gives him the comfort he never got. While any military superior can say Dave is the best of the best. None will look him in the face and tell him he has to live to just live.

Hal also opens a lot of doors to Snake's own discovery about himself. While this next point might sound a little cringy, stick with me. People may joke about the anime interest Snake and Otacon share, but it always came across so genuinely sweet to me. Snake's only interests up until he met Otacon have been, stop feeling lonely and war. I think even part of his musher life and interests within sledding can contribute to part of this. I mean come on, not even a regular musher keeps 50 dogs in their house and dogs are a natural remedy to loneliness. But in all seriousness, David refers to the huskies as his only family and I don't see him connecting with any other mushers he works with, it reads as him wanting to not be alone while also still being so lonely. As well as how mushing is considered a more normal interest than being an otaku, especially in the early 2000s. Mushing is a sport, and being an Otaku was pretty much unheard of or hated. Watching this guy who has been stuffed full of war propaganda scream a dorky "falcon punch" and "ninjutsu" with his best friend is so heartwarming in a way.

As well as Otacon's whole meme turned question of "do you think love can bloom on the battlefield?" Is something that I think Snake needed to be asked. It's probably been something he's been thinking about. It is also one of the most human things Snake asked throughout the game. About finding love in fear. Otacon constantly prods into Snake's heart and brings out the good in him.

Not only does Hal open up a space for Snake to have genuine unashamed interests and show true pure humanity. He also shows off their childhood. Both Hal and David never got proper childhoods. They connect that with each other through cheesy animes, talking about uncertainty in love, finding out what life is all about, navigating feelings, and through that damn cheesy handshake hug. It's all genuinely pure and wholesome love that connects what they didn't get to explore in childhood with one another. When Snake opened that piss covered locker and saved Otacon, he brought his own salvation into his life without knowing it. The very presence of Otacon saved Snake. It's why MGS4 felt so depressing for me especially, the strain between Snake and Otacon left a hole in my little heart and made Snake feel even more hopeless.

I also want to talk about how Snake benefited Otacon.

Otacon begins as cowardly and timid, he's an incredibly insecure character that struggles to connect with others, probably stemming from the issues in his younger life. When he meets Snake, he's faced with someone he could relate to that has an outward appearance that makes him seem so much more confident than he is. Snake is not this, he's as insecure as Otacon. Indirectly, Snake is the whole reason Otacon gets on his feet to take action against terrorism, takes action to become a better person. Snake shows Hal that he doesn't haven't to be strong to do the right thing. Throughout time, Snake helps Otacon come to terms with his own self worth and issues.

In MGS2, it has one of my favorite examples. The infamous bro hug scene.

Before it, this is when Otacon allows himself to open up about his childhood, not even just Infront of Snake, Infront of Raiden too. This showcased such a development in his character because he's proudly talking about it, while even through tears he doesn't hide it anymore.

Did you know that during that scene if you pan the camera to Snake, you can see that he is crying too?

When Hal has a breakdown over his sister's death, Snake is there to comfort him as well as tell him how it is in bluntness with a hand on his back that he needs to save people. It isn't cold or callous, it's letting Otacon know that he has something worth fighting for after a loss like that. Then when they face one another, they embrace each other and Snake tells Hal that he believes in him. Hal spent a lot of time as a scientist, hoping for someone to believe in him, while Snake puts all of his belief into Hal.

I can never forget the iconic "You're the only god I can pray to, Otacon" line. Snake has a deep loyalty, love, and belief in Otacon that Otacon has never been truly given before.

They both, in turn love each other till the end of their lives. Their love was one of the most heart wrenching and beautiful things in Metal Gear Solid and it's no surprise it captivated so many people. Their relationship, whether you ship them or just see them as a bromance. There is no denying the love they feel for one another as friends or lovers is one of the most iconic and sweetest bromances out theres They have impacted so much pop culture and I love them forever, as I'm sure many of you do who read all the way to the bottom.

#mgs #otasune #metal gear solid #solid snake #otacon #hal emmerich #little sappy post sorry guys i love them

[straykats]

anyways i just find it very soft and nice that i have people (hi mutuals) who share more than one of my interests and are rather active about them..? as in, they'll occasioanlmy post about x y z or reach out when i post about x y z or like they'll incorporate one into the other?? like. im so used to just having like.. oh this is the friend who i can talk to about anime, this friend about kpop, this ine about books.. and now its like.. i could put all my mutuals names in a hat and draw one out and i could talk about a multitude of things with them and its so weird because i.. i dont know you guys but i can talk to you about so much more on top of those interests as well? and i just :(

sorry the tags are a little bit of a love letter but like not poetic or romantic and super super ramble-y

#like how actively do i talk to my mutuals??? definitely not as much as most people do (sorry) #but everytime i do i just. #not to sound sappy and cringey or whatever but i just. feel so happy and loved??? #but at the same time its a little bittersweet because like. i dont knoe you guys and i probably never will and maybe irl we would clash a #bit or we wouldnt really... feel comfortable with eachother etcetc #but i guess thats the beauty (and admittedly danger) of online friendships? #like. i just. sad sounds. #and i just appreciate all my online friends/mutuals so much and i use them interchangeably but i know #there are mutuals i dont talk to ever or ive barely talked to or i dont talk to anymore #but like idk its like. #its like the whole 'everyone you meet eill impact you in some way' thing #and i havent /met/ met you guys but i love you all the same #and im sorry if my use of 'love' is a bit !!! but i am feeling emotions #and i know ive diverted from the original post but sigh i #i just truly sincerely wish that five days from now #five weeks or months or years or even fifty years from now #youre all happy and content and livijg ur best life in a rocking chair or whatever idk maybe 50 years eas too much HAHA but my point #still stands - i hope you all are happy and loved by those you love #and i just. thank you so much for allowing me this soft and safe space #even if i can be a little annoying at times hehe sorry but like. yknow i just. QHHHH #anyways i do hope my mutuals see this post/the tags HAHAHA #should have just made a whole text post instead of ramble in the tags #and idek if ehat uve said makes sense #but i know i defninitely have not conveyed everything so uh :( #kat loves u all so much #kat talks #okay just read the tags and i did not express myself well at all #i just appreciate you guys so much and am so so so so thankful for every interaction we've had #and im so.. honoured? amazed? lucky? to have met you guys and know you exist ??? #not to sound dramatic but thank you for baring the knowledge of my existence

[miyaur]

7 minutes in heaven ⟢ with the hsr men !! — synopsis. your friends play a game, and force you to join, and just so happens the bottle lands on you, and you forget you're playing 7 minutes in heaven with them, and the bottle lands on your dear trailblazing friend too. — a letter from the author. sorry lord the voices win today, anyways like i said earlier, here's a hsr post! from me to you~! — heads up. nothing too smutty happens, kissing n stuff all that sappy stuff, implied that they like you btw, matchmaker is march in most of these btw bc march would, most characters are indeed here!

DAN HENG ・really calm outside, freaking out internally inside. the person he likes, in the same room with him? that was something that already made him have a somewhat red tint on his cheeks, and his fate slowly being determined, and into a closet with you instead. the person who invited you just had to be the one person who knew he liked you- march 7th. the scolding later on that he'd give wouldn't out match how much he's feeling right now. march outside the closet lowkey cheering for you two though, because she knows you both like each other back, yet, it seemed like you were blind to it, to his obviousness, it was annoying!! you both were so obvious with liking each other.. ugh just kiss! ・kind of awkward, but trust me he's just really nervous. thinking that the person he loves and admires silently is in a closet with him, the idea isn't something he thought would ever happen (in real life at least, he has dreams about you.) while he's there, you probably gotta start the conversation. it's definitely hard to try talking while people are waiting for 7 minutes to be over to see what might've happened to you two. besides everyone already knows you both like each other. ・probably really soft lips, they smell like peaches or maple, or both. and honestly and quite literally a great kisser. knows where to put his hands, probably cups your cheek while kissing you, pretty long kiss too, like after him confessing to you, will hold the kiss for pretty long, and maybe into a mini makeout session. ・when you both are out of the closet or when they open the door, whether or not you guys are still kissing she'll go eww i hope you both already confessed and kissed!! you both will get angry at her later, but it was definitely a push you both needed. so a small scolding and thanking her is better.

CAELUS ・such a gentle baby with you, always making sure you're comfortable with him. if you look at the replies in game when you use him instead of the female mc aka stelle, he's much more gentle with it. and as someone who picked stelle instead of caelus she's way more reckless with responses.. super passionate about it too. kind of shy when the kiss between you two finally happens. it was also march who set you both up by the way, no shame at all she invited you to play while he was beside her. 'c'mon! live a little! plus you could even get to kiss you know who~!' march quoted. a real matchmaker honestly. ・like i said he's kind of shy, not awkward at all, he's the first to talk, and started to confess. he didn't care if march was on the other side of the door listening to your conversations. if he wanted to stop being shy around you and stutter, this is what he had to do. and who knows, you might like him back~ march was sure that you did, because you also told her, and the only person whoever knew about you two. holds your hands in his while he confesses. all he could do was continue and turn red. after he was finished, you initiated the kiss, one that was both passionate, and definitely awaited. most likely he took so long saying that he liked you that you guys had less than 2 minutes to finally kiss, march opening the closet, to see you to share what looked like a quick peck, when it's only really you two that really knew what happened there. ・as caelus took his seat on the floor back down next to march, while you took the seat next to the opposite side of where caelus was, all could do was laugh and congratulate you both, and continuing the game. every little glance you both shared, with a smile.

SAMPO ・big tease about it. 'haha we're both here together. <3' he's had his fair share of kisses in the past, but you're his first actual romantic crush, the first to actually catch his attention, march probably didn't know you liked him and didn't mean to put you in there with someone so... eugh!!! he's such an ick it's undescribable!! - march, but honestly his slyness and attractiveness wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. inside he's a really genuine guy. teasingly sweet, that's what made your heart flutter. ・other than a few obvious red flags, he's a real sweetheart. and it's okay we're colorblind together. at the very start it's already a makeout session inside that closet. probably moans a bit to piss you off. definitely leaves hickeys on you after every little kiss he gave, now that he knows you're his, you know? overtly possessive of you too and rightfully so. he may look like a player but in the end he's also really new to all and everything romantic. march opens the closet, pinching her nose, "ew get out of there!! gosh, i hope you didn't do anything bad to them.." brushing dust particles off your shoulders, looking up and down for any bruises, and spots the hickeys, "ew.. you both really did more than just talking in that closet.." ・she took a breath of relief and sat you down next to her, far from sampo, who kept smirking at you, winking even, all you could do was look away, covering the red on your face. but march gave a disgusted look in return, mouthing the words "stay away from them!"

WELT YANG ・experienced dilf and great kisser, not shy when confessing. cups your face for you to listen to him, and okay this time is wasn't march even thought it was so obvious that you guys liked each other, it was himeko AND march. ok it was mostly march but himeko helped convince welt, that's a big part. anyways! such a romantic. total sweetheart with you, wraps his arms around your waist while you place your arms around his neck like a new years' kiss happening. ・remembers when it's time to get out anyway, so makes sure it's just you two who know what went down, but one arm still around your waist, to let march and himeko know their plan was a success, he already knew what they were planning, he just let it play out, honestly didn't think they had a plan so the bottle would really land on you and him. was it.. really just by chance..? ・march is over the moon with himeko celebrating you and him finally being together, honestly the people who cheered you both on the most during your dating phase. ・i forgot but his kind of kisses are long lasting, patient, and.. i don't really know how to explain this but just super genuinely passionate. honestly you guys probably went more than just 7 minutes... and maybe more in the bedroom

GEPARD LANDAU ・has never kissed anyone before, like other than kisses on the cheek, or forehead, he's never done that stuff. this time the person who set you two up for this was his dear sister, serval.. plus a bit of march, because march would!! serval asked for her help anyway.. new to kisses, and new to relationships / romantic feelings, so please guide him, so precious when he does confess, it feels like it's scripted almost honestly. but he's really so genuine with it i promise, probably starts as a kiss on your cheek, and escalates from there. ・probably a really messy kiss, but just tell him he did great and that you feel the same, sprinkled with i love you and kisses all over his face, you both end up going out the room holding hands <3 ・march and serval are the happiest people, like parents really, all in all he's really happy you accepted his confession, serval is so happy, even gepard takes you home after the party finishes up, all that cheesy stuff like a kiss before he goes on the doorstep, <33

JING YUAN ・who invited this hottie to the party though, it's okay i'm not complaining, anyways, he's so calm and sly with it too.. he the type to put your hair behind your ear and whisper how much he loves you, and joking around on how it took you so long to realize it, then his soft lips crash into yours, aa he's such a hopeless romantic the whole moment felt like a dream <3 ・has kissed a fairly okay amount of people, he probably smells like strawberries and cherry blossoms. or maybe trees, either of those, and his lips are super soft, and it's like he's always prepared for a kiss, especially when it's from you, and this time no march didn't plan it, more surprised than you are when she sees the dark hickeys scattered on your neck, lowkey you started smelling like him too... that's at least what professional matchmaker march 7th said! ・full makeout session with him, was literally about to strip you naked and make you his, but sadly 7 minutes isn't long, and confessing did take a great sum of time, what a shame.. his kisses are filled with passion and hunger, every kiss makes him want more, probably even when you both are already outside the closet he'd give you a kiss, a quick one, enough to make march realize what she's done, dear god.

BLADE ・it's probably kafka who set you both up instead, she knows blade liked you for longer, can't tell if you feel the same, to be frank, and that's impressive because she can usually read people pretty well. but she thought you both were a match made in heaven! but it took you so long to see his obvious hints, ever since you joined, you really hadn't realized after the asking of what you love, what flowers you like, what's your favorite food, literally throwing the smoothest pickup lines at you ever? hell i'm not even that blind and i have glasses (i am that blind) ・kafka shoves you both into the closet really fast and waits outside in excitement "oo i hope they're gonna be together now after the 10 millionth hint <333!!! what do you think silver wolf?!" "what if they end up having sex what then-" cut to the part where he's pinned you to the wall and making out with you really harshly, probably degrades you a bit, will leaves hickeys, and bites your lip when you guys kiss. lots of tongue action, honestly is not shamed at all, is willing to strip you 'till kafka opens the closet doors super happy and giddy ・"you guys together now or what??" after pulling you both out of the closet, hickeys painted on your skin, blade's face tinted ruby, and eyes glowing red, "what if you just left them there in the closet, maybe we would've had a kid on board joining us-" ・overall um, kafka and silver wolf are happy (and relieved) you guys are together now plss stop being blind.

kafka seems like the rich aunt who comes around every 2 years (click here for taglist!)

#hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #jing yuan x reader #gepard x you #gepard x reader #gepard hsr #gepard honkai star rail #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #welt honkai #sampo x reader #caelus hsr #caelus x reader #hsr scenarios #hsr imagines #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #hsr blade #hsr jing yuan #hsr dan hen #hsr welt #hsr gepard #gepard landau x reader #gepard

[bedsyandco]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 … fem!reader x lando norris

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 … just everyone thinking lando and his bsf (you!!) should date. there’s no real time frame for this. it’s all over the place. just little snippets. I don’t really know what I wanted to do with this tbh😭

✰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 … no warnings!!

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 … my first time making content for lando!! I think the friends to lovers trope fits him so well!! I hope you like it!! this is beyond silly so obviously don’t take it too seriously!!

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lando.jpg: she’s already on here all the time🙄 but this is a very special lando.jpg post because it’s someone’s birthday! not gonna get all sappy on you but @.yourusername is the most beautiful, genuine, kindest, funniest, emphatic, caring, loving, rizziest (she forced me to add that last part) person that you’ll ever meet and I’m beyond lucky that I get to call her my bestfriend. Love you forever and a day sunshine. happy birthday!❤️

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landoluvr4: actually gonna go jump off a bridge. this is too much for me

yourusername: the best bestfriend a girl could ask for. love you to bits my lan. 🩷

lilymhe: y/n can rizz me up any day😏🥰

⤷ user44: lily you are so real for this😭

⤷ yourusername: already rizzed you up. you’re my wife 💍💋

⤷ landonorris: @.alexalbon come collect your menace

⤷ yourusername: hey now! don’t talk about my girl like that!

⤷ alexalbon: what she said

maxfewtrell: so am I getting a birthday post dedicated to me or what?

⤷ landonorris: sorry mate there’s only place for one best friend on the .jpg

⤷ maxfewtrell: oh? I see how it is 😔

⤷ landonorris: relax mate. I said on the jpg. you know I have to post my main babes on the main account😘

⤷ yourusername: oh? I see how it is 😔

⤷ landonorris: you can never win in this economy 🧍🏻

user64: when are these two gonna get together

⤷ love4lando: no fr. they have so much chemistry, there’s no way there’s not tension between them

⤷ user70: a guy and a girl can be just friends you guys do know that right?

⤷ love4lando: a guy and a girl? sure. not these two though

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yourusername: race weekend recap. my boy did good🧡

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landonorris: you look good in everything, but especially orange😩

⤷ user34: he’s so down bad it’s insane

⤷ landoluvrr: lando thirsting for y/n on main. what’s new

landonorris: my biggest fan😌

⤷ yourusername: always🥰

user99: you know lando was giggling, blushing and kicking his feet over the “my boy” part

⤷ carlossainz: he was

⤷ oscarpiastri: he screenshotted it, printed it and glued it on his wall

⤷ landonorris: this is why max is my favourite

landofan4: my boyFRIEND. think you missed the rest of the word there

user14: y/n in the paddock again🥺. you love to see it. wish she could come to every race :(

⤷ landonorris: ditto 😔

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landonorris: ❤️

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user46: please tell me this means what I think it means

user29: I could die of cuteness. they’re so adorable

user64: literally 99% of my problems would be solved if this is them hard launching.

carlossainz: cuuute😍

yourusername: ❤️

⤷ landoluvrr: y/n please confirm it for us 😩

yourusername: I love my BF so much🥰

⤷ landonorris: you should. I’m pretty great😌

⤷ oscarpiastri: humble too😉

maxverstappen: fucking finally. took you two long enough

⤷ user21: haha max is all of us rn😭

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #lando norris blurb #lando norris insta au #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

[six-strings-of-fate]

Hands-On Viewing Experience *✧:*₊ °

An N$FW Ross Lynch x gn!Reader Fic

Sum: You've known Ross for a while, albeit as a friend-of-a-friend. Though he's always been friendly and respectful (and pretty damn attractive,) you two haven't spent much alone time. However, when all of you and his friends cancel on the night's plans and he invites you in for a movie night, the two of you become much closer than you ever expected. Word Count: 4,362 Rating: Mature (Oral Sex, Language) A/N: This is my first real shot at any xReader stuff, so I hope you like it!

Ross stood in the doorway in front of you, in nothing but the pair of gray briefs he swore he was gonna throw out for being too small. A T-shirt and jeans wasn't underdressed after all, it seemed.

“Oh, what’s up?” A small grin broke on Ross’s otherwise tired face as he rested his hand on the door frame. “I didn’t think you were coming over. Everyone else cancelled.”

“Yeah, but I was really looking forward to all of us hanging out again,” Though you spoke fairly evenly, your thoughts were all jumbled up with a scantily clad Ross in front of you. His skin was a light pink all over with a slight glow to it. Maybe it was your imagination, but his muscles all seemed to pop more than usual. “Sorry, I should’ve texted first.”

“It’s chill. Actually, I just finished working out and was gonna have a little movie night with myself.”

“Oh, right,” You responded with a quick smile, expecting him to ask you to leave, “Well, I-“

“But, since you’re already here,” Ross nodded his head upwards, gesturing towards his home, “I wouldn't say no to a little company. Especially not yours.”

You take a moment to respond, just a little caught up on the fact Ross was inviting you in like he wasn’t half-naked. You and him were close enough, sure, and it was impossible to have an objectively sexy pop-rock star friend and not see him in his underwear from time to time, but Ross had never been one to just be half-naked in front of you.

When you glanced up at Ross, though, you got the impression he knew this just as well. His amber eyes, trained solely on you, glistened in a way familiar to you from all your nights out on the town. The look a half-drunk, half-dressed, wholly-horny Ross gave to whoever he decided would be that night's mistake. 

"Sure, why not?"  Considering your friendship, you might be shaping up to be Ross's and your biggest mistake of all. Still, as you watched his muscled frame step aside to let you in, you couldn't be more grateful neither of you were perfect.

As you walked through the doorway, you felt warm skin against your neck as Ross draped his arm over your shoulder. With his side hugged firmly against yours, you could feel him humming My Heart Will Go On  as well as you can hear it.

"Celine Dion? What, are we gonna watch Titanic or something?" You asked as Ross guided you into his living room. Even though you'd been to his place enough to know your way around, you didn't mind him guiding you around if he was this close.

"Don't judge me, okay?" Ross pleaded as you both came to a stop. He turned his head to look down at you, an exaggerated pout on his face.

"Of course not, it's a total classic or something," You responded, trying your best not to giggle. It was no secret Ross was more sentimental than the average guy, which was certainly something you loved about him, but it always struck you as a little humorous when he would recommend shows or songs that your grandma would criticize for being too sappy.

"Whatever, dude," Ross scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulder and patting you twice on the back, "I'll go grab the movie. In the meantime, you can sit here and rethink your taste in movies."

Despite his instructions, you found yourself standing still as Ross walked down the hallway to his room. Just like the rest of them, his back muscles seemed to bulge out from his body with a post-workout glow. Your eyes followed every muscle from his shoulder and down his spine, imagining how it'd feel to run your hands over them. Hard to the touch as your body would be pressed against his, something to grip while he shakes the bed f-

You shook your head, coming to your senses as he turned the corner. He was just your friend and nothing more, a fact you reminded yourself of as you went to sit down.

Ross's living room was comfortably familiar to you. Supported by hardwood flooring and surrounded by white walls, the living room housed brown leather couches and a small wooden coffee table. Against the wall behind them was a desk, flanked with two large black bookshelves, filled with photo albums, DVDs, and of course, books. 

The leather of the couch stretched as you sat down, and you stretched in kind, grateful to be sat anywhere after the walk to Ross’s place. Straight across from you was his TV, on top of a glass tabletop with two rows of shelf supporting it. Several gaming consoles, devices, and board game boxes sat atop them.

After a minute or so of shuffling coming from Ross's room, he returned, a DVD box in hand and blanket over his shoulder.

"Got it," Ross held the DVD up to show you, then tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. With his right, he pulled the blanket off himself and tossed it to you.

As you spread the blanket over yourself, your eyes again drifted to Ross as he took the disc out of the box went to put it in. He bent down to the DVD player, sliding the disc in.

Though Ross claimed his underwear were two sizes too small, you didn't mind the snug fit. Not when they were practically tearing at the seams trying to hold his ass in them. You could see both cheeks clearly, big, round, and bouncing as Ross jostled his DVD player. 

"Piece of shit!" He grunted as he smacked around the poor device. Turning his head slightly, he added, "Sorry, it's a little slow. We've had this thing since my R5 days."

You probably mumbled out something like a response to Ross’s comment. Not like you would remember if you did, considering what started jiggling as Ross started roughing up his DVD player.

His dick was heavy. It had to be, considering how it had been saugging in his underwear since you'd gotten there. Now, with the aggressive motion of Ross smacking his DVD player, it swung up and down with such weight it pulled his underwear down a bit. Had the machine not been such a little bitch and began functioning, you might have gotten to see everything.

"Alright, it's working for now," Ross huffed, pulling up his underwear and resting his hands on his hips. So much for finding out why he was cast as Austin Moon. "Hopefully it'll hold out long enough for us to watch the whole thing. You thirsty?"

"What-?" You blinked several times, assuming you'd been called out for your not-so-subtle staring. You didn't think you were looking anywhere indecent, but his whole body was a minefield of places you could get lost daydreaming about.

"Are you thirsty? For a drink?" Ross tilted his head, a little confusion in his voice. "I just got sponsored by this sports drink company and they gave me more juice than I could ever want."

"Oh! Sure, yeah, totally," Affirmatives stumbled out of your mouth as you felt your face grew hot. The only thing keeping you from bursting into actual flames on the spot was the knowledge that you avoided the thousand-times worse situation of Ross knowing you were checking him out.

You somehow salvage the name of your favorite flavor from of the housefire of embarrassment that was your brain, telling it to Ross. With a smile as relaxed and charming as always, Ross gave you a nod and went into the kitchen.

Not more than a minute later, Ross returned, two cartons in hand. 

“Heads up,” He called, tossing a carton to you and opening his red mixed-berry drink. Although you fumble it into your lap, Ross gives you a supportive thumbs up anyway.

The cap to the drink was unnecessarily complicated, taking all your focus to figure out and open (un-latch, un-hook, push down and twist? It's a surprise you didn't have to answer an algebra problem, too.) You were so focused, in fact, that you didn't notice Ross coming to sit next to you until he was practically on you.

Ross's couch was a three-seater, with room for two more people than that. With all that space on the sofa available to him, Ross chose to sit directly next to you. Not elbow-to-elbow close, not even arm-to-arm close, but him-slinging-his-arm-over-you-and-pulling-your-body-into-his close.

Even holding you against his barely clothed body, Ross was as nonchalant as ever.

"Okay," Ross sighed, seeming to lean against you as he settledhimself into the couch. After navigating the Blu-Ray menu to the "Play Movie" button, he turned his head to look at you, "Comfy?"

His face was inches from yours now. Minuscule details about him became clear to you- his stubble, the dimple on his right cheek, and several tiny blemishes on his face normally concealed by makeup. Things you hadn’t been able to see before, things most people never would, glowed in the dim light of his TV as his warm, minty(?) breath grazed your face.

"Yeah," You whispered, "I am."

For the most part, you and Ross were quiet after that. Though your focus was mostly on the fact that Ross and you were so close while he was so naked, the parts of Titanic you did focus on were pretty alright (even if all your investment in the story came from imagining Ross as Jack and yourself as Rose.)

After about the halfway point of the movie, (that is, an hour and a half of him cradling you against his body,) Ross began to slide his arm down your back. Casually, while he made some comment about the film. He rested it low on your body, his forearm wrapping around your waist and hand exerting a slight grip on your hip. His index finger played around with your waistband, like it was waiting for your permission to rip your pants clean off.

With the suggestive placement of Ross's hand, your mind started swarming with the same thoughts it had been earlier. Feeling you up, watching Titanic, being half-fucking-naked alone with you- if he wasn't trying to communicate he was into you, then he was communicating how in-sane he was.

So, you rested his head on his shoulder. Considering how close you were, it was barely more than a slight tilt, but Ross noticed. He rested his head on top of yours, giving your hip a light squeeze.

“Y’know, I’m actually kinda glad everyone else cancelled on us,” Ross spoke, his voice low and quiet, yet still reverberating through your head, "I'm glad we're spending some one-on-one time together."

"Me too," You responded, your hand finding a comfortable spot on Ross's thigh, "I can't remember the last time it's been just me and you."

"It hasn't," Ross responded quickly, then following up with an awkward, "I mean, you were my brother's friend first, so we usually only hang out with him around."

Before you could appreciate the fact Ross was as fixated on the fact you two were alone as you were, you felt his head turn until you could hear his slow, deep breathing in your ear.

"That's why I never made my move before," With every word, the soft skin of his lips brushed against your ear. Though his voice was even lower than before, it seemed a thousand times louder than the movie playing in front of you.

It took every ounce of boldness within you to turn your head too. Nose-to-nose with Ross, you could tell he’d let you kiss him right then. Still, you couldn’t resist letting this moment go on a little longer.

“Well, he’s not here now,” With every word, your lips brushed against Ross’s the slightest bit, “But you haven’t done anything yet.”

Ross broke into a smile, “You think I haven’t made a move tonight?”

“I think you haven’t made the move tonight.”

Ross opened his mouth, which you presumed was to speak. Anticipating his next words, you were surprised as the banter between you both was cut short by Ross kissing you on the lips.

For a second, didn’t register it was happening. He barely had to move to reach your lips, and you didn’t move at all. It was two or three seconds before you even thought to kiss back. It was nice, but Ross pulled away too soon for you to appreciate it fully.

“There,” Ross ran his hand through his hair, “That better?”

"A little," You said. Amazingly, even as heat rose through your chest and face, you played it cool. 

"A little? What, you want more?" Ross responded, not really a question or offer. Just a statement of fact, plain and simple.

Paying Ross back in kind for catching you off guard before, you leaned in and kissed him in place of a response. You shimmied your hand up his back and placed your hand behind his head, making sure he wouldn't pull away so quickly.

The best part of kissing Ross wasn't that he was objectively amazing at it. It wasn't his silky hair in your hand or soft lips on yours. It wasn't even him caressing your lower back under your shirt. It was how he smelled.

God, he smelled good. More than good, intoxicating. His woodsy deodorant mixed with his post-workout musk filled your nostrils he pulled you in closer, driving you crazier with every whiff you got.

Eventually, his lips weren’t enough for you anymore, and you began to kiss him across his cheek and jaw, settling on his neck. It was thick and smelled strongly of Ross's cologne- of Ross, that every ounce of restraint escaped your body along with desperate breaths and yearning moans.

You felt Ross’s deep moans vibrate in his throat as you took bits of loose skin between your teeth and ran your tongue over his larynx destabilized by heavy breaths. Your free hand roamed his chest, rock-hard just as you predicted, eventually finding it's way down to his navel. Without hesitation, your fingers began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, and questions of whether your prediction about what was underneath were as true as those about his abs.

"Take 'em off," Ross spoke in an authoritative tone you'd never heard before, "I know you want to."

You wanted to, more than Ross could ever you did. The second Ross raised his hips up to allow easy removal, you yanked his underwear down to his knees.

You stared at his cock. Gawked, even. How could you not? You'd been daydreaming about it for the past 90 minutes daydreaming about it.

It was more than everything you thought it'd be. So thick it couldn't stand up on its own, Ross's dick rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell it's exact length, but experience and intuition told you it was comfortably within the ballpark of 8 inches of length. It was a couple shades  lighter than the rest of his body, with the head and balls a light shade of red. A couple of veins ran across it, the most notable being a thick, jagged line from the head of his dick to the bottom of his shaft. If you weren't so dead set on getting it into one or more of your holes, you'd find yourself intimidated.

Ross tilted your head upwards, shifting your gaze from his cock to his smirk. He didn't have to use his words to ask if you liked what you saw, and you didn't have to use yours to tell him you did. Instead, you both found yourself leaning into another kiss.

It felt natural, the way your bodies turned to face one another's, even though your first kiss with him wasn't five minutes ago. Arching your back and leaning into him, Ross wrapped his arms around you and laid on his back, pulling you down with him.

With the help of gravity, Ross's cock was pressed up against your chest. Though you weren't getting any skin-to-skin contact, you still felt the massive mass of meat below you. Arms gripped tight around you, Ross jerked your body upwards and downwards, creating friction on his dick that caused the vibrating moans you felt leave his mouth and enter yours.

Soon, you realized once more that Ross's lips weren't enough for you, and you knew his neck wouldn't be either. Once Ross's grip on you loosened, you moved from his mouth to give a quick kiss on his neck, then finally biting his left nipple.

"Shit!" Ross bucked his hips into your chest, but your mouth remained sucking on his nipple. You kept kissing and biting it, moans vibrating in your chest as Ross grinded his cock against it.

By the time you moved on, licking every single one of Ross's abs and the space between them. The lower you got, the fewer places you could lick that didn't have some hair bristling pleasantly against your tongue. Your shirt was wet with precum from Ross's rock-hard dick, stil rubbing up and down against your neck. With the sounds and movements he was making being so desperate, you knew exactly what he needed from you.

So, your tongue continued its journey down Ross's body, until it was finally at the base of his cock. Your tongue ran in half circles around Ross's shaft, a little less hairy than his navel. His hips were continuously pumping up down slightly, grunting like he was trying to keep himself calm and failing miserably.

You gave a few teasing licks to the bottom of his shaft, right over his vein, before pulling away and pleasuring his balls instead. His hips shot up as your tongue touched the skin under his balls, and he shouted a couple explosives as you continued licking.

Finally, he yanked your head away, reddening and gasping for breath as he told you, "Just- Fuck- Just focus on my dick, 'cause that's- that's too fucking much for me right now."

You nodded in agreement, promising yourself to return back down there to make him cum. With the power to completely unravel Ross, to leave him blushing and creaming and gasping for air, it would be criminal not to use it.

In the meantime, you did what he asked of you and lifted your head upwards, leaving less than an inch between your lips and the head of Ross's cock. It glistened, already leaking precum like Ross was ready to blow. A firm lick could've finished him off, but you intended on making this last.

You tasted Ross's precum, pressing the tip of your tongue on the head of his dick. He whimpered, placing his hand on the back of your head without exerting any pressure. The liquid was warmer than his skin, citrusy and rich with a flavor you'd never tasted before, that left you wanting more and more.

Running your tongue all over the head of Ross's cock, you lapped up all rest of the precum as Ross released soft sounds of pleasure. His hips rocked up and down ever so slightly, like his body was moving in a pleasure-driven trance that slowly intensified as you explored his cock further. His body jolted each time your tongue explored somewhere new, returning to an increased pace of thrusting right after. From under the head, down his shaft, and around the base, your tongue had thoroughly mapped out Ross's cock before your lips even touched it. He was moaning and pumping his hips, but you were just getting started.

After quickly licking off the precum on Ross’s cock again, you took the head into your mouth. You only intended to put a little into your mouth, but Ross bucked his hips into the air, and before you knew it, you had the head of his dick against the roof of your mouth.

“Mmfph!” You exclaimed, mouth full of cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was enough of it in that you couldn’t breathe, but it did surprise you. Readjusting quickly, you made space in the back of your mouth so that Ross could continue thrusting up and down without triggering your gag reflex.

From the sounds he made, you were putting him and heaven. He grunted and groaned, barely taking time to breathe between each noise. Cursing and moaning your name, you felt his hand press your head further down on his cock.

You took the extra length in your mouth in stride, gripping your left thumb and hoping for the best. Almost all of his dick was in your mouth, air coming into your throat every spare second Ross was out. 

It wasn’t the action of sucking dick that brought you pleasure, though. It was Ross’s reaction, becoming ever more frantic and aggressive the longer you had him in your mouth.

“Holy fuck, you’re fucking-“ Ross gasped, unable to finish his sentence before letting out a shuddering moan. He hadn’t said anything, but you could tell he was close.

After another few seconds, you pulled your mouth off his cock and licked his shaft once again. Predicting his upwards thrust at the change in sensation, you only licked halfway down his dick, letting his sudden motion bring the base up to your tongue. As his hips fell, you lowered your head with them, running your tougue around and under his balls.

Like before, Ross's reaction was explosive, but you were prepared this time. You wrapped one hand around his cock and stroking, pressing down on his abs to keep his hips from jumping too high as he cried out with pleasure.

"Oh my g-" Ross, gasping for air, wriggled ferociously even as you held him down. Your tongue would've quite literally driven him up the wall were he standing.

A waterfall of expletives and precum flooded out of his mouth and cock respectively, and you could tell by the tension of his cock in your hand that his climax was near. The more intensely he grunted and cussed and thrusted his hips, the quicker your tongue ran all over his balls and your hand jerked off his cock.

"I'm g- I'm gonna-" Ross yelled, and you jumped into action. Your head rose up and you put as much of Ross as could possibly fit into your mouth. 

Five ropes of thick, citrusy cum fired into the very back of your mouth as Ross fired off every exclamation he knew of. His face, you could see, was redder than the carton of mixed-berry he'd guzzled down earlier. His mouth gaped and his gaze was trained straight onto you, brimming so thoroughly with lust that you wondered how he contained it for as long as he had.

As more ropes shot into your mouth, you felt Ross push your head even further down onto his cock and say your name. A whisper at first, but he repeated louder and louder as his load just kept coming. 

You locked eyes with Ross and, even as you began to feel the need for air get to you, you felt like you could be there with him forever, being filled with cum, attraction, and even the slightest hint of love.

Finally, Ross released your head and you pulled away, swallowing all his cum in one gulp, followed by as much air as you could. You coughed a little as Ross sat up across from you on the couch, running his hand through his hair dampened with sweat.

With a still-reddened face, all he could say was your name with a contented smile and look of adoration.

"What?" You teased, keeping your cool in spite of everything. Rather than respond with words, Ross crawled forward and kissed you, pushing you over with his body weight. 

You were fully prepared for him to return the favor when you heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit, that's Rocky," He muttered, leaping off of you and searching the floor for his underwear, "I thought he'd be out longer."

Once he found them, Ross scrambled into his underwear and rushed to his room. Obviously, you watched his butt jiggle as he ran away.

"Act normal!" He called as he turned into his room.

Moments later, Rocky walked in through the door, eyes widening as he saw you.

"Hey. Didn't think you'd be over," He said, glancing at Titanic still playing on the TV. "Where's Ross?"

Before you had to make up some lie, Ross reemerged from his room, now in a lavender t-shirt and shorts, smiling casually like nothing happened between you two.

"Sorry, I spilled some juice on myself and had to go change," Ross walked up to his brother and pulled him into a side hug, "How was the dentist?"

"Shitty. I thought I could watch some Golden Girls to relax, but if you guys are busy..."

"No, it's okay," You spoke up, face flushing with heat, "I was just going anyways."

Ross looked surprised, "You were?"

You gulped. You really, really wished you could stay, but everything you wanted to with Ross would be made awkward with the knowledge his brother in the house. Besides, if you stuck around Ross too long, you were certain Rocky would catch on to whatever was happening between you two.

"Yeah, I... gotta get up early tomorrow."

Ross looked disappointed, but walked you out to your car, standing close enough to you that your hands brushed repeatedly.

"I'll see you around," You told Ross, sticking your key in the car. 

You turn around to face him, and he pulls you in for a kiss. A quick one, though the way he lingered pulling away told you he wanted more.

"Make it soon, okay?" Ross grinned, checking you out one last time as he turned around, "I owe you some head."

You watched him walk away one last time, the butterflies in your chest running wild as you stepped into you car. Though you couldn't tell what you had just yet, you knew it wasn't ending any time soon.

#ross lynch #ross lynch x reader #fanfiction #smut #fanfic #the driver era #sexy

[cosmicisms]

alhaitham being whipped for his lover

sfw

gn!reader

a/n: love you alhaitham but you’ve been temporarily benched for a twink magician. sorry! also idk what the format of this post is like, i just threw words together without much thought.

alhaitham who had no want or need for romance before meeting you.

panics upon getting to know you more because he can sense something is wrong.

he’s very in tune with his own emotions and thoughts, so right off the bat, he knows that you’re making him feel some type of way.

poor guy, you’ve made him doubt everything he ever knew about himself.

you’d never realise it, though.

even when you greeted him with your happy smile, placing the hot coffee on his desk, he simply nods and politely thanks you.

oh god, but if you could peek into his mind. panic.

he’d usher you out of his office, claiming that you’re distracting him from the files he must attend to, even though you’re pretty sure he’s asked you out to lunch many a time during his work hours. hm…

after a while he caves, tired of denying his own feelings.

as mentioned earlier, he’s very in tune with his own thoughts. he’s not going to hide from them forever.

having approached you with his confession laid out neatly in his mind, alhaitham is rendered speechless as he’s met with that same feeling of desire he always felt around you.

except now it was more intense, blooming within him and causing him to belt out his confession in a rather strange way.

you could’ve sworn he was lecturing you, judging by the way he spoke.

after you processed his words, you accepted and returned his confession with that same sweet smile he adored.

and here you two are now. a happy couple. all according to alhaitham’s strategic plan that he definitely did not spend hours upon hours perfecting and agonising over.

now, having alhaitham as your boyfriend comes with a lot of things.

first of all, his love languages are quality time and acts of service.

even you being in the room with him while he works is enough for him. bonus points if you sit on his lap while he reads.

speaking of work, do you need help with yours? alhaitham’s a scholar, well versed in many fields. have a report you’re dreading to write up? alhaitham will try his best to help, lending you resources and giving you pointers along the way.

also he’s a touchy guy. not in the sense that he’s emotional, i mean he’s a cuddlebug.

loves to touch you in any sort of way. interpret that however you like, but i’m talking about linked pinkies while walking through sumeru city, fingers gently caring through your hair while he reads, and throwing his leg over you while you both sleep.

“i’m clingy? not at all, i simply want to keep you in my sights lest you get into any trouble. what’s that? i’m in denial? hm… then i will refrain from touching you. no, no, you’ve lost your chances now, darling.”

pet names are another thing. he doesn’t really use em. maybe the occasional “darling” or “dear” now and then, but most of the time, he’ll address you by your name.

but the way he does it still has you blushing all the same.

he likes seeing you wearing his clothes. at first, he was confused, however.

“i don’t understand. you have your own clothes that are perfectly suitable, and yet you wear mine anyways? …alright, then.”

yep, he secretly loves it. will melt upon seeing you wrapped up in his cape, his cheeks tainted with pink.

not the biggest sappy romantic, if i’m being honest. how would’ve thought, right?

he’ll cook something for you both and have a nice dinner in the privacy of his home (having kicked kaveh out for the night).

doesn’t enjoy dates out and about, but will gladly take you to the quieter spots of the city. maybe the library for a nice reading date, the two of you cuddled together in a corner with a book each.

…though, his attention is definitely focused on you, rather than the text in his hand.

will literally do anything for you. yeah, he might tease you a little for it, but he won’t hesitate.

alhaitham’s always been sure of himself. whether people thought he was arrogant or just that self-confident, he didn’t really care either way.

but for you? oh, for you…

he loves you. he could never deny that.

“you are the only one who could ever make me feel this way. i love you, y/n. let’s stay together for a long time. dare i say forever?”

#✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮ genshin #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gn reader #alhaitham x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #alhaitham headcanons #alhaitham genshin impact

[r0syr3a]

Letters to lovers

Cliff Burton x Reader

Words: 565

Genre: Fluff and angst

Warnings: Discussion of Cliff's passing and swearing

Author note: omg I can't believe I finally got the balls to start posting my writing RAAAHHH! This is for Isa, aka @metallicaislife, one of my favorite blogs! Jewel anon is finally revealed lol. I did use the wiki page on the tour for the order of where they played so it makes a bit of sense. Now, on with the story~

Dear, Y/N

I knew you'd end up looking into my shirt drawer once I left for tour, so I figured I would leave you a little surprise. I knew you'd miss me too much that you would just HAVE to wear one of my shirts to bed ;)

Alright, I'll stop being a jackass now. You told me how much you love letters so I figured I'd write some for you while I'm on the road. As I'm writing this, I haven't even left yet and I already miss you so much. This is gonna suck mega balls, I know it.

Try and get some sleep and take care of yourself while I'm gone, My Star. I'll try and see you whenever I can and I'll call as often as possible.

Love always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

I hope you enjoyed my first letter, we just made it to St. Louis. I don't know how many of these I'll be able to write and receive just because we'll be moving so fast, but I'll write as many as I can, I pinky promise. (See? I do remember things)

Every show so far has been FUCKING WILD! God, I wish you could be here to see it all, I think you'd love it.

I miss you, Y/N. I don't wanna be sad and sappy but it's true. You're My Star, how am I supposed to be a rockstar without My Star? Right now, I'm just a rock and that's not nearly as cool. I'm gonna stop writing this so I can call you.

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Fuck, I'm so sorry. I haven't written in forever. I'll try and do better after these next California shows. At least we'll get to see each other for those, right? It's gonna feel amazing to hug you and finally have you in my arms again. The guys miss you too. Kirk says he needs you to paint his nails again before we leave again like it won't be gone in like three days.

I hope you're taking good care of yourself and I'll see you soon.

Love always, your rock, Cliff

Dear, Y/N

WE'RE IN EUROPE BABE!!!!!

It's honestly so cool, we explored some old castles and shit yesterday. The time zones keep waking me out so I don't know when to try and call you, I'm sorry I haven't.

I have been taking pictures for you though. We could make a little scrapbook with them when I get home! We are currently in Ireland so you best believe we are drinking THE BEST beer ever.

I honestly don't know what to write about. All I know is that I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to come home or at least fly you out for a show in some random country.

Soon, My Star,

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Hey, it's Lars. I know you already got the news by the time it gets to you, but I know he'd want me to send it anyway, even if it isn't finished. We'll be there soon. Hang tight, please. We love you.

Dear, Y/N

Europe is officially my favorite. The best breakfasts and the best beers? What more could I need other than you here? I am definitely bringing you here one day. I promise.

#metallica #cliff burton #metallica fanfiction #metallica imagines #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton imagine #rosywrites

[multifandomenjoyerr]

Hi hi! Love your writing! Can I request headcanons of cg hobie brown? I think he'd be so fun! There needs to be more spidervere agere

‹ 🎸 › Hobie Brown As a Caregiver

🎀 : As much as I don't like to post after I already posted recently, I couldn't pass a hobie headcanon. Thank you for asking anon! Hope you enjoy :] ✨

🎸 : unlike Miles and Pravitr he's completely a rebellious caregiver. Bedtimes? Nah, rules? Not unless you really need them, and he encourages you to get in a little of his shenanigans here and there

🎸 : he often gets his ear torn off by the others about how he takes care of you

🧸 : he has a hard time directly comforting when you need it. He's not around it alot and since you're in a vulnerable state he has to find his own ways to help you

🧸 : even if it's just a pat on the shoulder or telling you you're fine

☕ : He's not the one to use petnames. At first he didn't use them at all or kept forgetting, but slowly began calling you them now and again

☕ : punk/bugger/kid/rebellion/little dude is his usual petnames for you

☕ : he's not that affectionate either, though that doesn't mean he doesn't like a good cuddle or hug sometimes. In fact he finds it comforting, but he won't admit it

🎸 : out of all the spider people, he is the most active when it came taking you places and getting you out of the house. Pravitr loves Taking you places like parks, sure. But what about carnivals, pools, hiking and concerts? Hobie is your guy for that stuff

🎸 : "Hey, little dude, how about instead of sleeping we skip to go to a concert? I heard they're selling cotton candy!~"

☕ : he might've snuck you out of the house several times during his times of taking care of you— even if he gets an earful from Miguel or Gwen the most at the end

🎸 : if he upsets you in any way, he'd just write letters to you and give them to you full of apologies. Usually containing: horrible drawings (don't worry he tried his best), him writing sentences on sentences of him being sorry, and just sappy things

🎸 : he apologizes like you're about to bite him for it

☕ : "They asked for no pickles.."

🎸 : he'll never admit it, but he can get jealous whenever you're being babysat with someone else that isn't him. like.. so jealous he'd tear up

🎸 : don't worry though, a simple hug or you just being yourself around him makes him feel instantly better

☕ : "back off, man, they're just a kid."

🎸 : not overprotective but protective enough to tell others to back off if you're overwhelmed. If Miguel expects you to do a heavy job Hobie will do it instead instantly.. maybe scold Miguel a bit in the process

🧸 : If you happen to fall asleep that isn't in your bed, he'd carry you "bridal pose" or pick you up by your armpits and make sure you're covered up and comfortable in your room. Don't worry he'll let you have your sleep. Afterall a little one like you needs it

‹ 🎸 › Mini fic of CG!Hobie — "You're too little for that"

🧸 : for all little ages! This is just hobie babying you

hobie studied you from across the room, seeing you quietly make cupcakes for the others. No special occasion but you thought it would be nice thing to do Afterall. Lately you've been secretly Regressing, feeling bad for it you kept it to yourself. Hobie started to catch on but you'd quickly denied it or do something that made him forget about your behavior change. It worked for a few days but hobie knew you a bit too well. He's been your caregiver for about two months so there wasn't going around it. Not now or anytime soon. Before you know it you slipped completely. you try to grasp the little parts you have left to stay big, but it was too late. Hobie raised an eyebrow, catching on what happened. Even though in your regressed state, you continue to make the cupcakes. You weren't even half done.. and this was harder than it looked. You grabbed the ingredients and put it inside the blender, about to turn it on before a soft hand cupped yours, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up to see Hobie, who had a curious look on his face. It was almost unreadable but you can tell he was more confused than anything.. maybe just his neutral expression? He just tilted his head at you before he let out a soft chuckle. "Hey, hey how.. c'mon, kid.. you aren't getting past me with that 'oh I'm a big kid' bullcrap.. you're too little to bake by yourself. Here, let me help you..”

🎀 : SUGGESTIONS ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANY FANDOM! +mini fics like this are now open! So suggest that if you'd like ✨

#endos dni #sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #fandom agere #agere blog #sfw interaction only #headcanon #sfw blog #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #Across the spiderverse agere #suggestions wanted #suggestions are appreciated #thanks for the ask!

[no-see-um-incorrect]

YV Acting AU PT2

Interviewer: what line delivery made you emotional? 

Faust: basically, my character was supposed to go up to Auron’s office and Bitch at him. Whatever that’s fine. SO they’re arguing. and then he hits me with the

Auron&Faust: “And you should thank me for it”

Faust: i was trying to hold it together for the HOLE REST OF THE SCENE!

Auron: meanwhile, Charlie was laughing his ass off in the background because it sounded like my balls just dropped!

Faust: SO. the scene ends and I tilted my head back so my mascara didn’t run and he walks up to me to check on me and I 😆

Auron: I’m Half way to him and he FLIPS ME OFF AND SAYS “Fuck You! this foundation Was 48 Dollars!”

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Interviewer: was there ever a scene wear the spice was real?

Casper: ………

Charlie: ……….😳

Casper: …………That Boner in ep 6 Was real as it gets 😆

Charlie: IT IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL REACTION FOR THE SITUATION!

Casper: yea ok tell yourself that pretty Boy😏

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Interviewer: which one of your costars embodies the phrase “don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee”

Lucien: Finn

Sunflower: oh yeah. for sure 

Lucien: but it’s not like he’s irritated he’s just kind of scary…

Sunflower: he sounds like he could snap at any moment, but he doesn’t 

Yuuri: that’s how we film Yandere Finn. We just don’t let him have caffeine until filmings over 

Finn in the background: YOU GUY ARE ASSHOLES! 

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*filming the scene in bittersweet where Alphonse  Beat the fuck out of Charlie*

Alphonse: what’s the matter rat? You used to like when I choked you.

Charlie: *panicked grasping at the chain*

Alphonse: CUT! CUT! You OK Charlie?!

Charlie: *Sharp inhale* yeah I’m fine. I’m fine. The chain pinched my neck. Sorry..

Alphonse: Nah Man it’s chill. you just scared me😅

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 Interviewer: who got hurt on set 

Seth: well, a few of us got hurt on set. But when Finn accidentally cut himself was the first time

Sunflower: yeah, it wasn’t in the script. He wasn’t supposed to look over at me while cutting the ribbon and hurt himself.

Finn: I was supposed to cut the ribbon, bring it over to the table and then when I sat down, I was supposed to miss the chair and fall….but then I accidentally cut my hand. 

Seth: and he didn’t even break character. Yuuri was about to say cut but he just kept going!

Sunflower: so, when you see me Rush to his aid, that’s genuinely me rushing TO HIS AID

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Interviewer: these next few questions are surrounding the two most recent episodes of lost and found. Question number one were the both of you actually getting emotional during the dance? Question number two does our new little friend have a home or is he from a sanctuary?

Charlie: Yea we was getting emotional. And everything towards the end of that scene was improvised!

Casper: yeah, after Charlie’s Lore heavy lines I got a chill down my spine because of his delivery, and from then on it was just our genuine sappy  selves

Charlie: as for the new little dude! He’s actually Caspers cat 

Casper: Yea! So I have a light gray cat named bandit  and we just took some pet friendly dye and made him look like a raccoon. And he already loved Charlie, so that was a big deciding factor because all of the actual raccoons that we looked at DID NOT

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Hope you guys enjoy

also, feel free to submit  “interviewer” questions and I’ll use them and credit you in the next post 

If there’s any spelling errors, I apologize 

#yuurivoice #Yuurivoice Au

[mactavishwritings]

Okay bestie take out your Pinterest board and show what what the boys wedding would be like, how drunk would they get at their wedding (they get lit ad with my friends lol), what would their vows be like, their dream homey moon, and the night of the wedding 😉😉😉

oh fuck you know i have so many pinterest boards. i only did the main four. let me know if you guys want more. this is gonna be a long post guys strap in <3

Ghost

his wedding is very small. mainly your family and the team. i’m picturing like foresty wedding. like the twilight but higher budget. he doesn’t wear the mask; he exposes himself for you

ghost definitely wants to keep the wedding lowkey, but he’d def be the “as long as she’s happy, i’m happy” type. whatever you want, you’re gonna get. he knows he loves you and you love him so he’s happy either way. his vows would be sappy as fuck. he wanted to write his own and they consist of him saying how he’ll always protect you and your future family.

you decided to not see him for the whole day until the first look and he cried. he held you for 20 minutes after because he missed you. you were all giggling because he refused to let you go.

he wouldn’t get super drunk. he’ll stick by your side the entire night and you two would have a very simple first dance. it was mainly swaying. one detail you guys did add was a last dance just so that way you guys could have a moment alone.

HONEYMOON!! Price and Laswell’s present to you guys was giving Ghost two months uninterrupted off and you almost cried. You decided to go off somewhere tropical. Ghost rented a beach house that had a private beach.

night of the honeymoon was full of sweet words and hours of just love. Ghost became Simon.

Soap

big wedding. he has a big family and i can see him having a traditional wedding. yes that means a kilt sorry babes. the wedding probably takes place in his hometown and he forced the rest of team to wear kilts too because he asked them to be his groomsmen.

the actual ceremony was full of jokes and laughter. His vows consist of him making fun of himself. It has you and the crowd in fits of laughter.

Soap gets just absolutely smashed. Him and the whole team do. You watch from the sweetheart table with the biggest smile on your face. He catches you staring and comes over to sit with you.

For your honeymoon, he takes you to Paris. He gets a hotel room with a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower. He fucked you that night with your bodies backlit by the glowing cities.

Gaz

He wants to have that fairy tale wedding!!! it's his wedding too!! He wants to do the whole not seeing each other until you walk down the aisle. I think Gaz would want to get married close to home like Soap.

He watches you walk down the aisle, just sobbing.

At the reception, he had a hand on you at all times. You two had scheduled 'alone time' and Soap and Rudy guarded the stairs that led to your hotel room.

You did change into a flowy dress that was more comfortable. You guys also decided to do a routine for your first dance and he was so nervous. It was a simple waltz, but he didn't want to step on your feet.

For your honeymoon, you guys went off to Greece and he spoiled you the entire time. On the first night, he couldn't keep his hands off you so as soon as you guys got into the hotel room, it was on.

Price

Traditional wedding 100%. He's a little older so he goes more traditional. He has an outdoor wedding. One exception. Soap and Gaz are the flower boys and it's exactly what you'd expect.

His vows made you cry. He professed his love for you and you two actually made a pinky promise in front of everyone to always be open and honest with each other and to love each other fully.

The reception was a blast. He had a few cigars and scotches with the team and you were the one who got blasted. You waltzed up to Price and pulled him from the team, telling the group you needed your husband.

The entire honeymoon in Italy, he kept calling you his wife or Mrs. Price. You spent most of the honeymoon either full of his cock or full of his cum. You wore dresses that gave him easy access.

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[so2uv]

@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

#🔎. navi ! #// do not perceive me im going to go curl up in a corner now #// ive never been this sentimental or thought out a personal post quite as much as this one #// vulnerability isn't my strong suit ok??? #// i wish these were more put together TwT

[imdoingaokay]

R!DAI Companions + Advisors with an Inquisitor that wants a baby (and/or is pregnant)

Hey guys, I'm alive. This is something I've had for a while, and it's also the longest post I've made. So... yeah. Sorry I don't post all that much, I promise I'm trying.

Anyways, enjoy this self-indulgent fluff piece that I've been working on.

This had every companion, romanced except for Cole, Leliana, and Vivienne (so that means you get romanced Varric in this, you're welcome.)

HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD! And slight NSFW, nothing too bad, just Bull being sex-positive.

TOKOPHOBIA WARNING

It started innocently enough, the Inquisitor would wander around Skyhold, visiting their friends and lover, just to check in (or give their lover a smooch.) Then a squeal of delight was heard, probably by everyone from Undercroft to the Rookery, that came from the Inquisitor. What they were squealing and cooing about? A baby. A chubby, chortling baby a pilgrim had brought to Skyhold that the Inquisitor had practically stumbled into. The Inquisitor was so enamored with the child, that they ended up spending the rest of the day wandering around Skyhold with the little one.

Then it got worse.

Parents, unable to resist the temptation of the Inquisitor offering to take their little ones for a stroll while they got some well-deserved rest, happily gave the Inquisitor their children. The children that did get babysat by the Inquisitor had far more fun than expected, walking along the battlements, eating a meal or two curated by the Inquisitor, and even being told stories of their exploits. The children of Skyhold grew to adore the Inquisitor, and the Inquisitor adored them in turn.

Soon enough, The Inquisitor became often sidetracked while on missions (more so than usual.) They would stop in their tracks to hold up a trinket or a flower and smile to themselves, telling their companions how they intended to give whatever they held to a specific child. By the time the mission was over, the Inquisitor had lined their pockets with various items to give to the children. 

All of this led to the Inquisitor’s friends and/or lover asking “why?” To which the Inquisitor looked them dead in the eye and shrugged.

“I want a baby of my own.”

Blackwall/Thom Rainier: 

Platonic: Blackwall shrugs, he gets it. The kids are cute. And it’s far more healthy for the Inquisitor to spend time taking care of other people’s children rather than go out and just… have one. 

Not like he wouldn’t mind, Uncle Rainier sounds like a nice title, right? Hopefully, The Inquisitor wants a hand-carved cradle when they have their child.

Romanced: He goes “Uh… is that… something you… want to do… now?” Rainer never truly saw himself settling down officially. He didn’t think he truly deserved that. But the idea of having a few kids? With the woman he loves? Top-tier fantasy in his book. And now with his true identity out of the way, he feels a little better about his future. Especially with his lover.

He needs to hear his lover say “not right now” because he would be more than happy to give his Inquisitor a few kids, and he wouldn’t have the mental strength to say no if they asked. 

Now if his lover does, by some chance, get pregnant. He’s over the moon. He fights harder, and faster, always eager to end Corypheus and retire. He’s such a sappy guy too, always wanting to stay as close as possible to his lover. So one should expect him to personally request that he be sent out all the time with The Inquisitor. That man has a nursery ready to go by the time The Inquisitor’s ready to give birth. He carves a cradle, high chairs, and everything the baby could need. He’s willing to build a palace with his two bare hands for his family.

Cassandra: 

Platonic: She gets it. Kids are super cute, why not have a few? If she didn’t become a seeker, she knows she would have a few of her own, whether she wanted to or not. But hopefully, the Inquisitor isn’t planning on having any now. Like… now, now. Because the Inquisition still needs them, she still needs them.

If The Inquisitor ends up pregnant or their partner ends up pregnant, she gets furious. She chews them out a little, claiming how immature they are for bringing a child into the world when the world is in so much turmoil. 

She calms later, especially when the child is born, recognizing the love The Inquisitor and their partner show for the child. She doesn’t apologize, as she’s still pissed, but she does adore the child.

Romanced: “Oh.” She says before her face goes completely red. She’ll have to pull them aside and talk about their future together. She’s honestly flattered when the Inquisitor claims they want to have children with her. She’d be a liar if she said she didn’t want kids of her own, especially with the Inquisitor, but the both of them ought to know that they can’t… not yet… anyways. But once all the rifts are closed and they have some more time for themselves, then… then, yeah. Yeah, she would like that.

Maker, help her if she ends up pregnant, she’ll be extremely stressed, for both her and her lover’s sake. One should expect her to refuse to go out on missions until the baby is born, and expect her to be furious when her lover goes too.

Cole: He understands, mainly because he read the Inquisitor’s mind, but he understands deeper than that. He thinks the Inquisitor would be an excellent parent, especially with how they treat him (if high affinity.) He holds a great deal of respect for them, and he knows that their heart is full of a very fluffy, wholesome type of love. One that Cole is more than happy to reciprocate. 

If the Inquisitor does end up having children, Cole is a very willing babysitter, as he doesn’t sleep and he’s able to tell what exactly a baby wants.

Cullen Rutherford: 

Platonic: Cullen furrows his brow before his gaze softens. He understands, he does. The thought of a little house, a family dog, and the sounds of little feet pittering against the floorboards, it’s nice. But that life is… unachievable, especially for a man like him. A man who is so busy, who has no right to live such a dreamy life. But The Inquisitor? They deserve that. They truly do.

He doesn’t need to ask if they mean right then and there, he knows what they mean and that they don’t intend on bringing in a child just yet.

“You would be wonderful.” He says, placing a comforting hand on their shoulder

If the Inquisitor ever ends up pregnant, Cullen won’t be able to stay very calm at all. He encourages the Inquisitor to stay behind in Skyhold but gives up when the Inquisitor becomes stubborn. He eventually has to turn to Leliana or Cassandra for help.

Romanced: It’s a simple desire, to have children. And Cullen’s had it every once in a while, like when he was in Kirkwall and saw a small child toddle towards another templar. He watched his colleague’s wife follow after the child, about to scold the babe for interrupting their father in the middle of work. The templar, instead, scooped the child up in his arms and showered the child’s pudgy face in kisses. That domestic bliss was something Cullen found himself longing for. But he was too busy, life was too busy. And then The Chantry exploded, and he was in The Inquisition… he couldn’t think about that. Not until he met his Inquisitor. Now he imagines what life will be like after the pair are finished. If The Inquisitor has already affirmed that they aren’t leaving him, Cullen’s willing to have a family with The Inquisitor, as long as the two are finished with Corypheus first.

But if life finds a way… he’s happy and nervous. He begs his lover to stay behind in Skyhold, terrified of the billion things that could go wrong. Of course, rifts must be closed, so, against his better judgment, he lets her go.

His dreams get progressively worse when she’s away, it was always like that… but the dreams are worse when she’s pregnant. It gets to a point where he goes weeks without sleep, aside from the occasional nap that he gets jolted up from. The second his lover is back, Cullen whisks her away from the War Room and ushers her back to her quarters, where he has a healer check on her and the baby. Once he is certain she is fine, and the sun has gone down, Cullen lays down next to his lover and passes out into a dreamless slumber.

Dorian Pavus: 

Platonic: “Oh that is hilarious.” He laughs before his smile falls, “Wait you’re serious?”

He listens to his friend, but worriedly reminds them how dangerous it is to bring a child into the world, especially with the Inquisitor in such a highly scrutinized role.

If the Inquisitor assures him that they don’t plan on having kids just yet, he’s relieved, but secretly disappointed. He does like babies… when they’re not puking or pooping.

Now if the Inquisitor is planning on having a child or is already pregnant, he’s ecstatic. He’s all over that and can’t wait until the baby comes. The man buys cribs, toys, parenting books, and much more. Don’t be surprised if he gets a “world’s best uncle” wine glass or something.

Romanced: He jokes, “We could just adopt, I’m sure there are plenty of little Tevinter babies that need two insanely beautiful fathers.”

Now, he is joking, but he’s secretly terrified. But not because he’s worried he’ll be a lousy father or anything, he knows he’ll be different from his father. But, the thought of having kids is something he always knew he was going to do. And then everything happened with his father and his Amatus, and now he feels like… he has a choice? He can say no. He can say yes. He can adopt, or have a surrogate. He doesn’t have to fit into the status quo anymore.

But what if something happens? What if something goes wrong? What if he isn’t able to provide for his child the way they deserve?

It takes some talking down from his Amatus for him to truly relax. The two will need to speak about what they both plan future-wise. And while Dorian may not follow the same ideals as most of Tevinter, he still plans on putting a ring on it before they have kids. After all, they have to have some decorum. But, he also wants to get married because he does love his Amatus and marriage just makes things feel more official.

Iron Bull: 

Platonic: He likes kids, so he gets it, too. He may not outright encourage it, but he assures the Inquisitor how great of a parent they’ll be. Now, if the Inquisitor does end up pregnant, he’s overjoyed… on their behalf… not, like, because he wants to be called an uncle or something… (he wants to be called “uncle” very badly)

He makes the kid an honorary member of the Chargers and attempts to make the little one a onesie that has an embroidered “Bull’s Chargers” lettering on the front.

It takes him all of the pregnancy, but once the baby is born the child has a lovely little onesie that looks incredible. He won’t admit it, but that embroidery took way too long than anyone expected.

Romanced: “We can make that work.” He smiles. Honestly, he assumes that The Inquisitor might have some sort of kink. He’s more than happy to oblige. If the Inquisitor doesn’t clarify what they desire, claiming that they want a baby, Bull watches them closer. He notices small things that make him draw his conclusions. The way his lover holds a small child, how they speak to them, and how sad they look when they have to hand over the child to their parents at the end of the day. He will bring it up in the next few days, and eventually ask them if they want to be parents together, once everything is handled. He wouldn’t mind a kid or two, if his kadan wants it, Bull knows his kadan would be one hell of a parent.

Maker help him if The Inquisitor ends up pregnant, he’s so happy he can’t bother himself by being nervous. Just kidding, he’s super nervous. The Qun doesn’t have fathers, how the hell is he supposed to be there for his kid when he has no idea what kids need?

He needs constant reassurance and ends up going to Krem for advice on taking care of children. Krem had siblings, so he should know… right?

He has his game face on by the time The Inquisitor has the baby, Bull read every single book on childbirth, so he’s basically an expert. He’s all about that counter pressure and breathing techniques, so much so that the midwives are impressed themselves.

Josephine Montilyet: 

Platonic: She sighs, one of those dreamy sighs, “Oh I completely understand, well… a little bit. I’m sure having children is much different from having siblings, so I’m certain it’s better.” 

She knows the Inquisitor isn’t going just to waltz off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant. But she does clarify if they want a child right then and there. If they say that they intend to have a child as soon as possible, she may faint.

She’s stressed if the Inquisitor or their partner ends up with a child, and gently encourages the pair to get maybe married. Less of a reputation sting that way. If they refuse, she mentally prepares herself for questions from nobles and a few Orlesian nobles who were interested in The Inquisitor themselves.

Romanced: She smiles, “I would… like that.” She says. She’s come from a big family, Josephine would be a liar if she said she didn't want to have a big family of their own. But then she proceeds to clarify “not right now.”

“I do think about children, but you and I both know what a terrible idea it would be to bring them into their lives now." She also clarifies that she intends to cross a few relationship milestones too.

Leliana: A decade younger, Leliana would’ve been right next to The Inquisitor, cooing over the children they affectionately spoke so much about. But Leliana was older… and admittedly more cynical now. It didn’t help that Leliana was now a spymaster in the Inquisition.

“I… understand, but do try to resist any temptation that points you towards… having any children at the moment.” She says plainly.

Maker helps Leliana if The Inquisitor has children with their partner. She’ll end up frustratingly baby-proofing the entirety of Skyhold.

She’s happy when she finally meets the baby, and she can’t help but soften for a little while as she gazes down at the newborn. Her faith somehow returns and any doubts she had over the Maker disappear, as if there was no Maker, how could something so perfect exist? At least, she thinks that until someone looks at her, then she’s all business again.

Sera: 

Platonic: Not interested, or at least, the statement doesn’t faze her. Why would such a badass want little kids? Snotty… annoying… chubby cheeked… super cute- okay, she gets it.

She tells her friend they would probably be a good parent, but would also totally not believe the Inquisitor if they were pregnant or got their partner pregnant. It would only be until she saw The Inquisitor or their partner’s bump that she would accept that maybe they were having a baby.

She loves the kid like a sibling and often offers to make cookies for the baby, not realizing that the baby cannot have solid food for the first few months. She counts down the days when she can goof around with the kid on her own, whenever that might be.

Romanced: Laughs for a while, only to pause when she sees the serious look on her lover’s face. 

“You’re serious? You want…” She thinks for a moment before laughing again, “Yeah… I’d want that too! We’d be great mums!” She giggles.

She’s super on board, and would be the “fun mom.” This means The Inquisitor would be the one that would have to discipline the children. But aside from that, Sera’s all over having kids.

Solas: 

Platonic: High approval Solas would approve, he would nod and tell The Inquisitor that they would be an excellent parent, that they have the wisdom and patience that would be fit for a parent. He advises them to wait, first, as having a child while Corypheus is still at large is a terrible idea.

Low approval, he kind of just nods. He tells them that they should wait if they intend to have a child, as it’s a bad idea. He doesn’t do much else, no encouragement, just a simple shrug, and sigh. He doesn’t care.

Regardless of approval, if the Inquisitor or their partner ends up pregnant, and Solas is still there, he sort of freaks out. His main concern is the mark and its effect on the child, but once that’s ruled out, he still feels guilty. Hopefully, he leaves before the child is born. Because he cracks when he sees them for the first time. Does he really have it in him to end the world when someone as pure and untouched as that child exists? 

It takes some deliberation, but he does. And he leaves, praying he never meets the child ever again.

Romanced: He pauses, were they… serious?

Solas can’t help himself but imagine a life with his vhenan, away from responsibilities, with a few children surrounding the pair. He’d be a liar if that lovely thought didn’t cross his mind when he would steal gazes at his vhenan, but… that’s all it was… right? A thought.

He claims that his vhenan would be an excellent parent, but also ensures that he doesn’t want children, not before Corypheus is defeated. But maybe it’s an accident. He breaks his rule of not sleeping with Lavellan under false pretenses. Once his vhenan is pregnant, his actions depend on The Inquisitor’s dialogue choices. If The Inquisitor were to drink from the Well of Sorrows and then affirm Solas’ choice of fixing the past, he would leave. Not without incredible pain, but he leaves. But if by some chance, by some sliver of a chance, Lavellan says the right things, Solas stays. He hates himself for it, so he promises himself he’ll stay until the birth. Then he looks at his child and weeps. Like if he was platonic, Solas is thrown into turmoil, how could he destroy the world of a child? His child? So he resolves to stay and give up on his mission.

On another note, if he leaves, and Lavellan sees him in Trespasser, he’s more willing to take his vhenan and his child with him.

Varric Tethras: 

Platonic: Varric laughs, “Now that would be a twist… The great Inquisitor, changing diapers in between closing rifts and demon fights.” He smiles to himself. 

As a dwarf, their fertility is comparatively lower than the other races, and honestly, he never thought of himself as a parent, at least, not until he met and started parenting Cole. Of course, he doubts he’ll ever have his own family, Bianca and he, it would never work out. But he can understand the desire. 

He laughs so hard he cries if The Inquisitor or their partner ends up with a kid, like, hunched over, can’t breathe laughing. 

He’s nervous for The Inquisitor, though, he knows how hard it is to be a parent, but having a kid while they’re so… important? It’s a recipe for disaster.

Might end up writing the kid out of the story if The Inquisitor requests, maybe The Inquisitor doesn’t want anyone knowing they potentially had a child out of wedlock.

Romanced: Varric doesn’t laugh, he just smiles. He hadn’t started thinking about having a family until he and The Inquistor started going out officially. He nods, 

“I’d like that too.” He says, and the pair might find themselves discussing their future more often. Names for future children, where they’d live, does the Inqusitor want a dog?

He reminds his lover that Dwarves aren’t known for their fertility, but reminds his lover that “they can still try” and winks at his lover. 

Varric is so caught up in the feeling of being loved so freely, that he sometimes forgets that there’s an evil, red-lyrium magister that wants to rip his lover apart piece by piece. It get’s him nervous, but he’s confident in their shared abilities. And damnit, he loves The Inquisitor, he’s not giving up on them.

He’s speechless if his lover comes up to him and confesses that they’re pregnant, like… actually speechless. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it. Then he just smiles and throws his arms around his lover and says that he loves them. He’s happy to be a dad… he’s happy to have a family, he’s happy to have something he never thought would be his.

Vivienne: She doesn’t laugh, at all. She’s kind of pissed.

“You aren’t planning on bringing in a child now? Not here, right?” She has to clarify.

She thinks the Inquisitor and their partner will be wonderful parents, but they shouldn’t have kids right then. They need to wait. 

If the Inquisitor ends up pregnant/getting someone else pregnant, she scolds them fairly harshly, not to be mean or anything, she’s just upset with how “careless” they could be. If the Inquisitor tells her off or, Maker forbid, starts crying, she’ll feel bad. She doesn’t apologize, however, she knows that having a child while the world is still basically in peril and you’re the main person preventing utter chaos is one of the worst things you can do. 

However, the second the child comes into the world, she’s all over them. She isn’t obvious and wouldn’t be caught dead with the kid on her own, but she can’t help but smile when she sees them all swaddled or when they look so chubby she just wants to eat them up. Only when she sees what a wonderful parent the Inquisitor is, she apologizes for being harsh. She does it in her way, so the Inquisitor shouldn’t expect an “I’m sorry” or anything, but they will get some sort of comment on how she may or may not have been wrong to judge them. Regardless, the Inquisitor better take what they can get.

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[youredreamingofroo]

Goodbye? I don't think so. I hope not. A very, very long rant about storage (🙄), simblr and whatever the fuck else I go on about for a few paragraphs. Skip to the end at the gold text for a more.... "definitive" answer. Especially if you want to skip the nitty gritty and sappy wappy.

i dont know what to do anymore, I freed up 18 GBs of space it all managed to go down the drain in literally an hour, Im moving my blender things to my external HDD, because that alone is 20 GBs (because of Scene sizes), I just hate to free up the space because I dont want it to go right back down. This all sucks cuz I really really enjoy being on Simblr, but sims 4 just continues to be a nuisance, whether its actual problems or its storage problems, it just always finds a way, every year, to get me to suddenly decide that im retiring until my next bout of Sims 4 hyperfixation. I love all of you guys and I love seeing how you all enjoy my work, and what I do, and I love seeing your stuff, you all make such amazing creations, granted if I stopped playing TS4, it wouldnt mean I have to stop interacting on simblr, it just wouldnt be the same. A pattern I notice anytime I start a social media platform, is that something always finds its way into completely demotivating me from posting, whether it's just literal lack of motivation, depression, realizing a project is too vast for me, storage problems, it's always something and it's always when I finally get comfortable or happy on a platform, especially after making friends, not that im saying my friends are one of the reasons I leave, thats far from it. I REALLY dont wanna take a break from Sims 4, I really really genuinely wanna start posting my story (W.A.S), but I'm not like a Sims 4 youtuber, I can't remain dedicated to one game, I play other games, I wanna play the Witcher games (or at least try to play them, I kinda suck rn), I wanna finish Detroit become human, I want to 100% Beyond two souls (and DBH), I wanna finish Disco elysium (started and never fucking finished 💀), I want to play Baldur's Gate 3, I mean, I purchased it at full price and I can't even play the game??... 😮‍💨 You get the point. At this point I wouldn't consider this a "goodbye," note, not... necessarily? I just get so frustrated having no storage, not to mention the fact that I need storage to literally do the stuff I do, like make edits, make poses, make renders, so the fact that I can't even do that, is just like... what's the point of even having Sims 4 anymore at that point? But I don't wanna leave simblr, I don't want to stop creating. It's funny, as I write this, I continue to give myself more and more of a reason to leave, the only real thing that's stopping me is just the fact that there's so many nice people here, I know that if I stopped playing the sims 4, I'd probably move onto another game (BG3................,,,,,..) and leave tumblr, or, at least leave Simblr. Which as I (think) said before, that's sad, I'd be sad, I'd miss people like Lori (groovetrys) and Lauren (miralure), June (circusjuney), Jade (gamyrmaiden), Anna (holocene-sims), butter (buttertrait), Fae (acuar-io), Verco (vercosims) and god, so many others, and sorry to break the atmosphere suddenly, but as I'm writing this, I'm listening to "In another life," from Everything everywhere all at once and it's making this very emotional for me, so if it gets sappy I apologize.

And I guess to be... insanely honest, as much as I want to release my story (trust me, I REALLY want to), I'm slowly beginning to realize more and more how not-easy it's gonna be to make scenes, writing it is fine for me, its just setting up the scenes feels like i'm forbidden to a life of staring at a bunch of words (pose names) trying to figure out what's what, where is what, what to do, where is where, who is who, who is what, how is what, how and why, need I continue. Storytelling is so insanely important to me, I believe that despite how little I read and despite how terrible of a student I have been, and despite how poor my literature skills are, that storytelling is still so important, fuck it, poetry has been such an inspiration for me, but I don't fucking know how to write poetry?? I can barely understand poetry at times, but it's still all so beautiful to me, the concept and the fact that people use metaphors so meticulously to create an allegory for something beautiful, or traumatic or sad, like in not so berry, the concept of an ocean being alexanders "love," and cataleya drowning in it, and her realizing she's drowning in his "love," but when she wants to leave, she really wonders if she actually wants to leave, to conceptualize and create this awful relationship in the means of an ocean is so... well, not beautiful in a reality sense, but in a technical/literary sense, it's beautiful, it's expression, and THATS what im passionate about. Remember what I said about getting sappy? Yea, sorry about that. After a while, I wonder what good repeating myself does, I've said about 5 or 6 times that I don't want to leave, yet here I am, with the mouse over the uninstall button like an idiot about to press the big "DON'T TOUCH" button, perhaps it's the idea that after repeating myself over and over again, that maybe I'll make up my mind, do I do a coin flip? I never listen anyways, I always continue to flip until it lands on what I like. So... why am I still writing? To be honest, I should've stopped by now, but you can only stop a dam so much before it all comes out. I do this with my friends, when I'm sad, I pour my heart out until it's a repetitive and overcooked version of "I'm sad." I write paragraph after paragraph and I literally could've just said "I don't have storage. Considering leaving simblr," and the same message would've gotten across, and I apologize, if you're still reading this, for making such a lengthy post, but I couldn't quite help spilling a bit of water everywhere, although I guess now my little puddle of water has become a flood. I use metaphors a lot, I apologize... again.

So what does all this bullshit that I typed out mean?

I don't know. I wonder the same myself, I'm fighting a battle more fierce than the one I had with my period last week, "Do I uninstall Sims 4 so I can have more freedom, and enjoy more content? or do I continue this rigorous battle of needing storage for the sake of a tumblr page, my enjoyment for writing and other shit I do in the sims 4?" I cannot say I will take a hiatus, because I will procrastinate, and I will forget completely about posting, and tumblr in general. I do still, at the very least, want to release my Official Teaser for my story, whether it be my last post or not, and at the very least, I want to introduce you to the characters, whether it be my last post(s) or not. Not to mention the fact that I want to continue sharing about Roo even if it's not about sims 4 anymore, I mean hell, I haven't even finished off the Leo and Roo part of his timeline.

For an INCREDIBLY watered down answer on whether or not this is goodbye, I say to you, not in this moment, not definitive enough for you yeah? Well, that's the thing, I don't have a definitive answer, you could fucking tear apart this entire college essay mat-pat style, and still not have a definitive fucking answer, and that's because I don't, sorry to all the people who don't want to listen to me rant or who want a clear answer, but I just don't have one. I've been known to make impulsive and on the whim (when I'm really emotional) decisions, and this is a situation where I don't want to do that, because I care about what I have here with ya'll.

If this ends up being one of my last posts, I bid you all adieu, I love you all, and I thank you so so so much for the laughs, and for the mutual connection we may or may not have had, I do not know if I'll make any actual posts for the next few days as I consider my decision, I will float around of course and continue reblogging this and that, and commenting and liking, etc etc. There's also a chance I may wake up tomorrow and look at this and think I was just being overly emotional about this stuff, and that now I look like an idiot, which is the case 9 times out of 10.

#If you read all of this. Thank you #if you read a little bit of this. Thank you #if you read only the gold text. Thank you #terrible time to mention this but I can't believe I'm leaving right before I hit 100 followers. A milestone I've been waiting to hit. #what a... sort of cruel joke my mind and laptop has done to me yeah? #I should've spent this time playing the Witcher but now it's 1 AM and I'm tired #Once again. Thank you. #yapping

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 11: M.O.O.N That Spells Moon

If you need to catch up here's the masterlist

Summary: After Jess makes an upsetting confession, Billy takes her on a drive

Small playlist:

Faithfully by Journey

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, angst to fluff, Billy a little sappy again, mentions of religious trauma and Jess questioning her religion (This chapter isn't meant to convince my readers for or against religion in any way. I respect everyone's beliefs and just wanted to explore the character's personal experience with her own religion)

Word Count: 5.8k

Author's Note: Sorry I took forever to post, but I hope you lovely people enjoy!!!

Billy awoke the next morning at 11:27, feeling much better than he usually would the morning after a party, as this was the first time he left one about as sober as he arrived. Jess had planned on Wednesday to meet again today at noon to finish the paper they had already started on, but he was fairly certain that she had yet to wake up, considering the state she was in when she left Carol’s.  When it became closer to noon, however, be began to become anxious, wondering if she was fully expecting him like she said she would be days prior, if she was already awake, laying on her already-made bed, her unannotated copy of their shared text opened as she continued to look through other examples of the gods interfering as she waited. The thought of her flipping through pages, her hair pulled out of her face with that same banana clip she used when they studied, and seeing her smile gently at him when he walked through her bedroom door caused him to pull a white t-shirt over his bare torso and jeans over his boxers, making sure to grab the black leather jacket that was currently on his bedroom floor before leaving. 

He practically jogged his way to the Logan’s home, looking up at Jess’s window before striking the front door four times. It was quickly opened by Mrs. Logan, who looked as if she was preoccupied. She was out of breath as she opened the door, beads of sweat on her forehead.  

“Oh, Billy, Thank god.” Billy began looking around, wondering if she was actually talking to him, considering this was the strangest way he’s been invited into a home. 

“Uh, Mrs. Logan?” 

“Come in, come in.” She then moved out of the way, granting him a view of Mr. Logan, equally as exhausted, who was currently looking at a large television console, his hands resting on his hips. Billy then turned his head to look at the older TV that used to be in the center of the living room, which was now resting by the foot of the stairs. 

“Ah, would you look at that.” Mr. Logan turned his attention to Billy at the sound of footsteps, “The Mrs. can’t figure out where the new set should go.” He then looked over at his wife, his lips pressed in a straight line, his upper lip becoming nonexistent. 

“No. They just put it in the wrong place. I know where I want it, Stan.” 

When Billy furrowed his eyes at the mention of ‘they’, Mr. Logan filled him in. “The delivery guys.” 

“-and now, I want it where it should be.” 

“But sweetheart, It’s basically where the other one was.”

“But this one’s clunkier, it doesn’t look right here. It needs to be over there.” Billy followed her finger as she pointed to the corner of the room. Mr. Logan gave him a pointed look as if to explain what he’s been dealing with all morning. There was no way these two were making it there without spines breaking, so he nodded in acceptance as he began to pull his jacket off and folded it neatly over their Lay-Z-Boy, moving to the left of the TV set, causing Mr. Logan to follow suit, walking to the other side. 

“One. Two. Three.” Mr. Logan directed, them both, mostly Billy, lifting on three, Billy guiding the television as he looked behind him, making sure to not back into anything. When it reached the desired corner, both set it down with a huff, Mr. Logan giving Billy a grateful slap on the shoulder when done. “You’re a lifesaver, son.” Billy breathed out a laugh, looking over at him before quickly looking away again and down at his feet. 

“Well…” Mrs. Logan was now tilting her head at the sight of it in its new location, making Mr. Logan’s eyes widen in panic. 

“Don’t you dare, Beverley.” Billy laughed out loud this time, looking over at the television before turning his head to Mrs. Logan.

“What? You don’t like it?” 

“No no she likes it. Loves it. Don’t you Bev.” 

She looked at it with thought one last time before smiling. “You know what. It looks great. Thank you so much. I didn’t know how we were going to move it.”

“We weren’t,” Stan said dryly. He then looked over at the smaller console that was still sat by the stairs which was meant for Jess’s bedroom.  “Hey, kid, you think you could-“ 

 “No problem.” 

Billy positioned himself at the bottom of the TV, allowing Jess’s dad to walk backward behind it and not be burdened by most of the weight. The stairs became steeper than he remembered as his arms began to strain a bit, still tired from the last task. When they finally reached the top of the stairs and in front of Jess’s bedroom door, Billy had no problem setting it down as Stan directed and taking a break, shaking his arms out as Mr. Logan knocked on Jess’s door. 

“Jess? You dressed? Can we come in?” 

“I guess.” Billy noticed how groggy she sounded, now realizing he maybe shouldn’t have come yet after all. Stan opened the door to reveal Jess placing her head in between her hands, rubbing her temples, slouching on her unmade bed, slowly looking up when she heard the creaking. However, her mood shifted when she saw the TV on the ground. “It came a day early?” 

“Yup!” She didn’t notice Billy standing in the dark hallway, and when they picked up the TV, she jumped up, believing that her mother was on the other side of it. It wasn’t till he walked through her doorway did she see him holding it up. 

“What the heck are you doing here?” As she asked this question, she shamefully watched his arms flex as they found a place for the TV in one of the unoccupied corners of the room. 

Out of breath, Mr. Logan looked at the two before dismissing himself from her room, “You two can figure it out if you want it somewhere else.” He waived them off as he closed the door, leaving Billy to finally answer her question. 

“You said to be here at noon. Probably should’ve known a lightweight like you would be hungover.” 

“I’m not hungover,” Her voice was raspy, most likely from the combination of just waking up and having to scream over an incredibly loud stereo the night before, “I just have a small headache.” 

“Yeah. Cuz you’re hungover.” Jess rolled her eyes, now looking at her ‘new’ tv. What she was most excited about was the built-in VHS player, as she was more of a movie person than she was a person interested in the current shows, though she didn’t mind catching an episode of Cheers occasionally when her mother was watching it. 

“Do you think my dresser would hold it?” She was giving the television the same look her mother gave the larger one.

“Wouldn’t be able to use that then.” He nodded toward the mirror that was attached to the back side of her dresser. She huffed in agreeance, realizing she would need to place it on something so she could see it while lying in her bed. She began to look around her room, remembering that something when her eyes met one of her nightstands. 

“Oh! Come on.” She then left her room and began leading Billy to a room further down the hall. Billy started to realize how much of her house he had yet to see, as he never went passed the bathroom door which was right next to Jess’s room, and had only seen the main living area on the first floor. 

They entered a bedroom that had a decent amount of miscellaneous furniture that didn’t match the rest of the home. Everything was old and worn. Some pieces looked like they were ready to fall apart. Jess didn’t move into the room right away, looking around carefully as she breathed in slowly. When she finally entered, she walked around slowly, looking for something specific, but would pause at certain pieces of furniture, giving it her full attention before moving on. She stopped particularly longer at a seemingly simple chair, one of the pegs missing at the back left, causing it to lean against the wall. Billy noticed her prolonged looks and also began to look at different pieces, wondering what could be so interesting about furniture that looked like it was from the 60s. When Jess found the floor cabinet she came in the room for, she started drumming her fingers on the top of it, looking to see if it would hold under the weight. 

“Whatdya think? Could work right?” 

It was the ugliest thing Billy had ever seen. It was painted a sickly pea green, however, it didn’t look like it was painted by the original crafters, but instead by a random mom that decided to try her first DIY project. It bubbled in random places, looking as if the layer of paint could be peeled off, which tempted him, but he quickly decided against it, scared of what he might find underneath. 

“You want that in your room.” 

“You have a better idea?” 

Billy grumbled as he began to lift. “Jesus and it’s heavy?” 

“That means it’ll hold, right?” Jess was panting as she tried her best to help move it around the remaining furniture, through the door, down the hallway, and into the middle of her room. They both dropped it, Billy pausing to lean his body weight against it. 

He threw his head back when he realized he would now have to move the TV out of the way, reposition the cabinet, and then re-pick the TV up, placing it down on its new stand.  He made quick work of the television, as it wasn’t that heavy, then scooted the green atrocity, alternating sides to line it up where Jess wanted it. “Be careful of the shelves on the wall,” Jess instructed. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He left enough room to plug in the television behind the cabinet, sighing in relief when the TV was now where it belonged. “You wanna plug it in or should I, Logan.” She excitedly rushed over to the floor cabinet, finding the cord as she plugged it into the wall, wiggling it to ensure it was secured. She then jumped back up, turned it on, and watched it hum awake in awe, staring at the static once it was, a smile secured on her face. 

“You act like you’ve never seen one before.” 

“But it’s mine now.” Jess walked over to her dresser and knelt down in front of it, opening the bottom right drawer, which was filled with VHS tapes, some in the original casing, some not. She pulled out a stack, flipping through them. Billy looked down at them as well, realizing her movie collection mostly consisted of sci-fi and romantic comedies, nothing in between. 

“That’s all you got?” He asked now sitting down with her, holding up “Return of the Jedi”, facing it at her. 

“I like them.” She was now holding her “Sixteen Candles” copy and began walking toward the television. 

“We’re not actually watching that, are we?” 

“I’m just seeing if it works.” 

She placed the tape in, playing in the middle of one of the beginning trailers before walking back over to the pile and placing them back into the drawer, closing it afterward. She looked at the television again, content with the results, and then turned back to Billy, who had now stood up from where he was at and leaned against her dresser. 

“I need something to get rid of this… hangover…” She watched as Billy gave her a satisfied smirk when she admitted to having one, “Do you want anything?” 

Billy pushed off the dresser with his arm. “I’ll come with.” He looked back once more, seeing a trailer for something about a Breakfast Club, and left the room, following closely behind Jess, closing her door as they entered the hall. They came downstairs to find both of her parents staring at the brand new tv, it still off. 

“Did you guys move that?!” This was the first time Jess had seen it, unaware of how large it actually was until now. 

“No, the delivery guys brought it through the door. But Billy helped me move it the rest of the way since momdidn’t like where it was.” Jess shot her head toward Billy, who winked smugly in response. 

“Don’t say I didn’t do nothin' for ya,” he whispered in Jess’s ear before leading the way toward the kitchen. Jess searched through the fridge for something to cook, absolutely starving due to not having anything yet for breakfast, the hangover not helping the situation either. But to her disappointment, she found that there were no more eggs left. 

“Great.” 

“What is it hun?” 

“Eggs are gone.” 

“Well,” Mr. Logan chimed in, “if you didn’t bake so damn much maybe there would be some left. We don’t need the garage fridge full of sweets. We do, however, need eggs.” 

“You been holdin' out on me, Logan?” Billy was now crossing his arms, leaning the small of his back against the counter nearest the fridge as he looked down at Jess. 

“No, you had some…” She looked behind her before she continued, ensuring that her parents still found the powered-off TV more interesting than their conversation. “… the other night.” 

“You show me the garage, I take you to go get food.” Jess sighed and walked Billy through the door next to the pantry, turning on the light before walking to the left where an off-white fridge stood alone. It was 30 degrees colder in there, and when Billy opened the fridge, it seemed like it only got worse. “Jesus. Why?” He looked at the abundance of stacked containers and realized Mr. Logan was not over-exaggerating as the top three shelves were stocked with an assortment of brownies, cookies, and even the occasional container of cupcakes. 

“Well, the cheerleaders do a bake sale and-“ 

“Yeah in February?” 

“I’m perfecting the recipes!” 

“So what’s wrong with these?” He was now holding a Tupperware full of cookies, shaking it back and forth in his hand. 

“They didn’t rise like I wanted them to.” 

“Cool. I’m taking them. What about these? These the batch we had?” He had another container in his hands that had brownies in them, but there looked to be some missing. When she nodded in response, he nodded back but with more excitement. “Hell yeah. Get your shit let’s motor.” Jess followed Billy back into the house, closing the garage door and locking it from the kitchen when they were back in the warmth of her house. 

Billy set the Tupperware down on the kitchen counter closest to the living room and walked to the Lay-Z-Boy to retrieve his jacket that he left there when he first arrived, looking back at Jess as he flipped his hair out from underneath the collar. “I’ll wait.” Jess ran back to her room to change out of the sweatsuit she had worn the night before, just then realizing that drunk Jess had put the bottoms on backward before heading to the bathroom to take her makeup off last night. She threw on the first pair of jeans she found and searched her closet for a sweater, something thick this time, and ran back downstairs, socks in hand. Just as she reached the bottom, she sat down on the third to last stair as she pulled her socks over her feet, and grabbed the worn Nikes that were placed by her. 

“Okay, ready.” She was grabbing her house keys at the entry table, making her way to the front door before turning around to say goodbye to her parents, who were just now plugging the TV in. 

“Bye sweetheart, you two drive safe!”

“Drrsff kid.” Mr. Logan was behind the TV, his response muffled by his face being so near the wall. 

“Sooo… this town gotta IHOP or something?” Jess was locking the door as Billy stayed next to her, his hands in his pocket as he thought about where they could possibly eat in this city. 

“No, but our place serves breakfast till, like, two I think.” 

Billy smiled at the use of our, considering they had only been there twice this past week. He had already started to feel as if it was theirs, and he was glad Jess shared the same sentiment. 

“Sounds good, princess.” 

——

“Are you working again tomorrow?” Jess was pushing her eggs with her fork, wondering whether she could stomach another bite due to her insides now churning at the sight of anything that wasn’t toast. 

“What, can’t stand a day without me?” When she didn’t answer he decided to drop his joking demeanor and continue, “You don’t think we’ll finish the essay today?” 

“No. It’s not that. I already finished it yesterday in my free period by the way. I just forgot to tell you last night. You’re welcome.” She then placed a bit of egg on the tip of her tongue before mashing it on the roof of her mouth and swallowing, slightly cringing at the feeling of it dropping into her stomach. “It’s just…” She stopped as she watched their waiter walk past as he attended to the booth next to theirs. “I need an excuse for tomorrow.” 

Billy gave her a befuddled look before he got up from his place in the booth and held his hand out to help Jess do the same. “For what?” 

“Church tomorrow. Wednesday night is easy, since I say I’m just busy with school and practice, but when Sunday comes around… It’s just easier if I have someone to vouch for me not being there is all.” 

“Huh… Never took you for a girl that ditched something like that.” They walked to the front counter as Billy dug cash out of his wallet, softly pushing Jess’s hand away when she attempted to once again force the lone $5 that was kept in her small coin purse. 

She huffed as she placed it back where it had been stuck, looking back up at Billy once it was away, “And why’s that?” 

“Figured you were the kinda chick that lived there. You know since I saw that Bible in your closet and shit.” 

“Yeah, well, if you didn’t notice,” she now walked out of the diner, heading toward the passenger door and opening it to get in, waiting to continue when Billy was also inside the car. “it was buried in all the other shit I had in there.” 

“Okay?” 

“Meaning I don’t touch it anymore. Meaning I don’t go anymore.” 

“Then just don’t go.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Why?” He pulled out of the parking lot and began driving back to the Logan’s, occasionally glancing back at Jess as she sighed, piqued at the thought of having to explain the dynamic of the Church, of the gossiping that she was sure took place as to why Beverly and Stan Logan’s daughter hadn’t been seen for over a month, of the questions her parents were receiving already, of the answers that her parents were already provided by Jess, and of the judgment of whether or not these excuses were good enough. She could already hear Mrs. Cunningham’s voice. Well, my little Chrissy has practice too. She’s been on the honor roll too, haven’t you Chrissy? The thought of the whispers and the persecution always sent Jess into a panic, and she feared that when she was finally ready to come back, she would no longer be welcome, which justified her absence even more. 

Instead of explaining, she slumped in her chair and mumbled, “You wouldn’t get it.” 

“Nah I wouldn’t,” he began to chuckle lightly, “Never believed in that bullshit.” 

“Do you think that’s all it is? Just bullshit…” Her voice was small, and it cracked slightly as it took on the weight of what it just asked. She had always been afraid to ask someone out loud, fearing that someone would hear her wavering devotion to her lifestyle. She just determined she would figure it out later, that this was just a hiccup and when everything was sure to be back to normal, she would laugh at her uncertainty and, hopefully, be able to return like nothing had happened. But she knew that to be false and it physically pained her to know that her lifestyle may have been for nothing. 

Tears began to well in her eyes and Billy quickly took notice of this, his chuckle catching in his throat, afraid that he caused this. He promptly pulled to the side of the road before he began to apologize. “Shit, Logan, I didn’t mean to say it like that-“ 

Jess cut off his apology by merely shaking her head, a small smile replacing her frown of contemplation which allowed Billy to breathe. “No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s just…” Billy stayed focused on her, waiting for her explanation, holding a comforting patience in the way he looked at her. It caused her to uncertainty to crumble down.

 She pushed her head back so she was looking up at the ceiling, up at where she used to direct all her strength. “I… I dedicated my life to that bullshit. And I don’t really know if there is a heaven, or a hell, or a God,I never really knew. I just had hope. But what I did know is that it made me feel something, that it was mine. That I wanted to be there, I really, really did.” She began to break down again, attempting to choke down her sobs as she continued to try and explain everything she had been thinking for a while, long before she stopped going to church, and youth nights, and activities. “And… and, Billy, what if it was all for nothing? What if every prayer I sent out, what if every service I attended, what if everything I’ve ever believed in was just nothing?” 

She knew the church was the reason she met Steve when she did, that their friendship wasn’t made through school but through the Wednesday nights and the Sunday mornings and every other activity in between. And when he decided he was too cool to go, Jess kept going. This place gave her Steve, gave her Chrissy, gave her hot chocolate during Christmas caroling nights and youth summer camp, where she was meant to be a counselor for a second year this summer. It gave her everything that she connected her youth to. But it also gave her anxiety, the kind that came from never being sure whether she was doing enough to be seen worthy by her church and by their God. It gave her the feeling of eyes being constantly on her when she first decided she couldn’t attend the early morning Bible studies before school as she was losing sleep. It gave her the question of whether her friend Alicia’s lifestyle would really put her in hell. It gave her heartache when she was told that the book, The Stand, a book that her father had given her, would also put her in hell if she didn’t throw it out. And it gave her even more heartache when she decided she’d read it anyway, as it became her favorite book. “And it sucks, it really sucks because you don’t know how much I beg that it is all real, that it wasn’t for nothing. Because I’ve given Him my life, and what if, after all these fucking years, what if I have been giving my life to nothing when I could’ve been giving it to myself.” She took another breath in and looked back down at her lap. Embarrassment began to creep in. Embarrassment from her confession and who she decided to confess to. 

Billy continued to look at her as she continued to break, and when she finally turned her gaze to meet his he studied her look of denial and acceptance. “Let me take you somewhere,” was all he said, his voice delicate but assertive. When she only nodded, he added, “It’s a far drive.” 

“That’s okay.” 

At this, Billy threw his car back into gear and began to turn around, driving in the direction they came. He would occasionally glance over at her, ensuring that she was doing better before he decided to turn up the radio, which after the advertisement, began to play “Faithfully” by Journey. Instead of flipping it to a different station as he would have last time, he let it play, allowing himself to listen to it a second time, continuing to look over at Jess’s puffy eyes and red nose as he listened to the lyrics. 

——

They had driven for a little over an hour and a half before Billy had pulled into a grassy lot. The drive consisted of music and ads, neither one of them speaking more than two words at a time as they continued their journey out of town. Jess’s eyes had cleared though her mind hadn’t, as she was still contemplating her earlier confession. It hurt her. It hurt her more than any pain she had felt, more than her sprained wrists and ankles from practice, more than her knee cracking. She had lost part of herself the first night she saw a Demogorgon, lost all faith in who she was and what she believed in. And though she spent the past year struggling to find that part again, it only took a five-minute conversation to determine it was gone, and she wasn’t so sure she liked that outcome. 

Billy reached behind him to retrieve that jacket he left in Jess’s room early Wednesday morning and handed it to her. “Put this on, you’ll need it.”

She looked out the passenger window as she blindly grabbed for the jacket, realizing that they were in the middle of nowhere. She looked out the rear window as well, and still couldn’t see a thing. She then cautiously looked over at Billy, “You didn’t bring me here to off me, did you?”

“I can take you back,” Billy laughed out. He moved his gaze from her mock-worried expression to the forest that they parked by, looking in the direction that he intended to lead them if she didn’t decide to leave. Instead, Jess laughed with him and opened her door, feeling the cold breeze and swiftly stepping outside to put Billy’s jacket on, feeling relieved that he happened to have an extra one in his car. It was much colder here, which Billy explained was due to them being closer to the Great Lakes. 

“How the hell did you find this place?” 

“Driving.” It was an easy enough explanation, but it wasn’t the whole explanation. What really happened was that at the end of another fit thrown by his father and another bloodied lip that accompanied it, he decided to go for a drive. He didn’t know where. All he knew was he had all day to figure it out. And after about two hours of mindless driving, he found a plot of grass that was much shorter than the rest of the surrounding grass, and unlike this time around, there were other cars parked there. Something called him to leave his car and when he did, he found a worn sign by the towers of trees that read “Creek Trail”. 

Billy led Jess to the same sign and then looked back at her as if asking if she was sure she wanted to continue. She looked up at him as well but said nothing, only watching the fog from his breath appear more rapidly the longer they stayed staring at one another. He then came closer, one hand reaching behind her neck and releasing her hair from under his jacket collar, allowing his palm to linger against the leather before pulling away. Instead of grabbing her hand, he held his palm outward for her to take, not moving his eyes off hers, and once she did, he began to lead her into the woods. 

They walked in silence for 3 minutes before they deviated from the path, and within another 4 minutes, Jess began to hear the crashing of rushing water. She glanced over at Billy curiously, but he wasn’t paying attention as he continued to effortlessly navigate through the roots and brush, careful not to take them anywhere that would lead to her falling. Then she saw it. It was the tallest waterfall she’d ever seen up close. Granted, she had only seen one before, but it was a sad excuse compared to what was now in front of her. She finally let go of his hand and began walking closer to it, mesmerized that this was only hours from where she lived. 

“Ever since I moved here, I’ve been trying to find… something… that reminded me of home. There’s no ocean here, but, this was close enough I guess.” He still had yet to look back at Jess and kept staring at the waterfall. “It’s different. But. Not bad.” He shoved his hand in his pocket, it now cold from the lack of touch. “Come here a lot when, well, you know.” He paused for a bit, taking in where they were and how the now setting sun was reflecting against the waterfall.  He had come to admire this place and, until recently, it was his favorite in Indiana. 

“And I just figured,” He then turned in Jess’s direction, who was still looking at the water in awe, “if there was a god… he’d be here.” He watched as her head snapped toward the sound of his voice. Her eyes took in and appreciated the boy in front of her. She felt a strange kind of sadness. She couldn’t describe the melting she felt in her chest. She felt the knot in her heart she had for months be replaced with something else, and it caused her to cry for the second time today. 

She began to walk toward Billy slowly but stopped a foot from him. She briefly looked back at the waterfall before meeting his eyes again. “And what if he’s not?” Her voice broke, it so soft that he would have missed the question if she wasn’t so close to him, the rushing water drowning out all other sound around them. 

“Then it’s just you and me here, and I’m okay with that.” 

Jess took a step closer, attempting to choke back the whimper that was threatening to come back. “Thank you,” she was able to manage to let out. 

“Come here.” He pulled her into his chest as she allowed the hot tears that burned her eyes to spill again. She hugged him back as he continued rub her shoulder, one arm wrapped behind her neck while the other was around her waist, his chin resting on her head that she buried as far as she could in his chest, her face slightly covered by the jacket he was wearing. Her arms snaked in between the jacket in his shirt, feeling the warmth that was trapped there. 

They stood there forever and not long enough, both of them admiring the waterfall as they held each other. Billy began to look at the sun that was now almost set. Against his better judgment, he thought of just staying here through the night with Jess, with her. But he knew it was about to get much colder without the sun to warm their surroundings, and so he pulled away slightly. He hated the feeling of the cold air replacing the space that was just earlier nonexistent, sighing as he made Jess aware of the time. “Should probably get goin’, gorgeous.” 

She laughed at the nickname, her laughter slightly muffled by the leftover tears. She knew that she looked anything but gorgeous at this moment. She was sure her hair was wild with Billy resting against it and occasionally rubbing it, and she felt her eyes nearly swollen shut as she wiped the remaining snot from under her nose. But Billy still smiled at her, offering his hand again so that he could lead her back to the car. 

“Careful, I ate shit around here the first time I was leaving. Hard when you can’t see.” He walked slower than he did when they first arrived. Jess didn’t mind , considering she wasn’t necessarily ready to go home. 

As he continued to point out protruding roots and branches, Jess began to ask light questions, hoping to change the depressing mood that she felt she placed over them the past few hours. “Have you found any other places?” 

He tsked at this question. “I went to lake Michigan once. Hoped it look like the California. It didn’t. Wasn’t that impressed, honestly.”

“Why’s that? I thought it would look a little like the beaches from there at least.” 

He shrugged at this and contemplated how to answer. “At first look, yeah, you could say that. But it was like… a cheap imitation. So I gave up on finding California in Indiana. Decided to just… find the best of Indiana I guess.” He looked back at Jess as he said the last part, but quickly directed his gaze back to his feet.

 They finally reached the sign as it began to get darker. Billy walked her toward the passenger door of his Camaro, opening it for her once they reached it. He then briskly walked around the front of the car to his own door, slamming it shut while blasting the heat. “Jesus it gets cold here.” He began to move his gear in place while he looked over at Jess. “Ready, princess?” She nodded her head toward him before resting her head against the window of her door. 

“So what was your favorite beach in California then?”

Billy seemed to greatly enjoy this question, as he began to describe in detail where his mother used to take him. He began to recount why the waves were always the best there, how his mother always laughed when he wiped out while he first started learning how to surf. She watched how his eyes erupted in thought, sparkling in a way she had never seen from him. As they continued to drive, Jess began to look to the now rising moon, the light from it adding to the light that she already felt. And as she sat there, blissfully listening to Billy’s childhood story accompanied by the soft hum of the radio, she realized two things: She no longer had faith in the man in the sky, and instead, had faith in the man sitting next to her.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in the eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

-Mark Twain

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in response to this post, “confessing when the other one is sleeping” with rhett abbott

yep i’m back at it being an insufferable rhett girly on main again 😌

we are the insufferable rhett girlies !! HE IS THE ONLY MAN 🫶

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pairing: rhett abbott x reader

word count: 0.4k

warnings: none! tooth rotting fluff

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Rhett didn’t do girlfriends, in fact most of the time he didn’t do sleeping over at one night stands. But for some reason you were different, he was consistently looking for reasons to keep you around. He thought hard about this whilst watching your sleeping form move slowly up and down whilst nuzzled into his chest.

Rhett wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but even he knew you weren’t supposed to feel this way about a supposed “friend with benefits”. The way his heart beat quickened whenever he made eye contact with you, or the way he smiled whenever you did too. He tried to match his breaths with yours, not wanting to disrupt your sleep. His fingers slipped their way into your mussed hair, twirling a finger around and making a small curl.

You can hear Rhett’s heart beating steadily from where you’re pretending to sleep on his chest, it’s comfortable. In the other ear you can hear him humming a song. Something kind of sappy that you wouldn’t expect from him at first glance but now you know him it seems more fitting than ever, he stops humming for a second and your ears prick up to listen to his hushed whispers.

“Darlin’ I, I think I’m in love with you.”

He says it so quietly you’re pretty sure you could have mistaken him, but the way he presses a soft kiss to your temple afterwards says otherwise. He continues to hum when you finally recognise the tune, it was the song playing on the radio when he picked you up earlier in the evening. The one you told him you loved.

Trying to hide a face-splitting grin whilst pretending to be asleep proves much too difficult for you, you roll convincingly a few times then pretend to rouse from your ‘sleep’. Rhett seems convinced enough and allows you to move so your sat between his legs, back of your head resting against the front of his chest.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He questions, lips against your hair.

You nod, reaching for his hand resting on his thigh. You pick it up and inspect it, finger running along the calluses and lines that make up the man behind you. He hums contentedly at you soft touch and intertwines your fingers. You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments before you turn around in his lap and press a fleeting kiss against his lips.

When you pull back he’s looking at you with so much adoration it hurts, you lean back in and breathe against his lips,

“I think I’m in love with you too, Rhett.”

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a/n: i’m sorry for my lack of writing 😭😭 i’ve been so busy w school atm but christmas break tmrw so i can write again!!!

i hope u guys can take this as a peace offering heheh

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🥂Enchanted AU: Part 35🥂

SO sorry for the delay guys. Yesterday....was a lot. Between the bombshell Lewis -> Ferrari news and a literal dental emergency. I completely forgot that it was Thursday. But here we are; the final chapter of the Christmas arc of Enchanted AU. Thank you to everyone who stuck with it, whose been here and enjoying these idiots while they figure out their way together! I'll be taking a break on this au for a little, probably post small ficlets, but I currently do not have like a plot to warrant regular uploads. I may answer prompts (so don't hesitate to send them) and I do have a small list of suggestions previously requested in comments so those could be the random ficlet/prompt/ideas. Anyway, enough of me rambling! Here is the final chapter, the epilogue if you will

Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 35

When they got home, Grace and Michelle were still up, chatting on the phone. Daniel barrelled in and dove into Grace’s arms excitedly. Max closed the door behind them, sedately putting away his keys while Daniel spoke a mile a minute. He stooped to the ground to pet Jimmy’s back.

“Looklook look!” Daniel urged, pushing his arm under his mother’s attention. Daniel preened as Grace marvelled at the once more moving, flushed ink. They were all still moving sluggishly, as if waking from a long nap. 

Daniel smiled at the thought of what exactly brought them back, how it was Max’s kisses and confessions of love that returned Daniel back to normal. Max loved him as he was, Max thought Daniel was normal as he was. 

Daniel felt a warmth in his body that he truly couldn’t explain. He could cry with just how full of emotion he was. Max was perfect, truly he was. 

Grace hugged Daniel closely, pulling him from his sappy thoughts about Max and how amazing he was and their future. Daniel let his mother fuss over him, she cupped his cheeks and examined him over. He basked in the warmth of her own brand of magic.

Daniel began humming, a tuneless tune that made him feel giddy. He felt like he was going to vibrate out of his body with how joyous he was.

Max grinned from his place in the loveseat, he felt like he hadn’t heard Daniel humming or singing in forever. He hadn’t realized how bereft he felt without it. It made him feel good that he was the reason. Granted, he was also the reason the singing went away– but Max didn’t become a three times world champion by focusing on the negatives.

Jimmy relaxed further in Max’s arms, it was a slow process– not at all the instantaneous puddle that they were used to. But it was a clear sign that Daniel’s magic was returning. It was like turning on a pipe, the water pressure slowly increasing. Sassy padded into Daniel’s lap from Michelle’s where she seemed to have been politely waiting her turn.

“Oh Sassy baby.” Daniel cooed, clutching her into the circle of his arms. She chirped at him and his brow furrowed. She meowed again and Daniel frowned. “Oh Sass, I still can’t hear you.” His voice was sad, disappointed. 

“Maybe it just needs a bit of time, Baby?” Grace, with her infinite wisdom, said. “Everything else seems to be happening at a slower pace as well, why not this?”

Daniel considered it while he nuzzled his face into Sassy’s fur, it made sense. His curse had been pretty powerful, he supposed, and he’d been asleep while it had taken effect. So he couldn’t expect that everything would just happen immediately. He probably would have passed out or had a migraine if it did.

“You’re probably right.” Daniel admitted, “I’m sorry Sassy, it’s gonna take a little more time.” He cupped Sassy’s little cat face and kissed her brow in apology. In return she reached up and bumped his cheek with her nose.

Daniel felt a soothing warmth in his chest, it resembled how he feels when his mother or grandmother hugs him. He could only describe it as a deep love and affection. And it felt like it was coming from Sassy.

“Oh…” Daniel gasped, his eyes widened as he continued to stare at Sassy’s sweet face. “I love you too my Sassy.” Daniel whispered, and it was like a dam released.

Daniel’s eyes snapped to everyone who seemed to have developed some sort of aura or glow. He blinked a few times at the soft blues that surrounded his mother and sister. It reminded him of the sky back home.

Max had a lovely soft green glow that reminded Daniel of the trees in the forest.

Daniel clambered off of his mother’s lap, Sassy snugly in his grasp, and he padded over to Max and Jimmy. He squinted his eyes and poked at Max’s cheek, Max chuckled and swatted at his fingers.

“Danny?” Michelle asked, she raised a brow at his questionable behaviour. She was used to his different levels of quirkiness, but this was new.

Daniel’s eyes snapped to Michelle, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry! I’m not quite sure how to explain it?” He scratched his cheek. “Like, I think I’m seeing auras now?”

“What do you mean?” Grace’s face got rightfully confused. Daniel tried to explain it as best he could, with large one handed gesticulations.”

“And this happened after Sassy kissed you?” Michelle asked and Daniel nodded excitedly. He lifted his arms and kissed Sassy on her forehead again. 

“Well that makes sense, of course Sassy is also your true love.” Max said  matter of factly. It was that simple, he had seen first hand how close the two were. Jimmy made a noise in Max’s arms, he reached up, bracing on Max’s shoulder to try to get to Daniel.

“Oh Jimmy! Of course I love you too, pookie!” Daniel cooed and kissed Jimmy’s forehead, grinning widely when he kissed back.

There was a pop of pressure releasing, not unlike the feeling of entering higher altitude. 

Daniel had never truly realized how loud it had been before. Not until he only had his own thoughts for a few days. Now his head felt full, like stepping into a crowd. It was something he had been used to for all his life, the noise. He never truly thought about it until now.

But he was happy it was back. It covered him like a hug from an old friend.

Daniel beamed. He was back to normal. His normal. He never wanted it to change ever again. Pulling the cats closer, he hummed into their fur, cuddling while they purred and chirped happily. He couldn’t recall feeling so full of love before, this was way different than he ever expected. 

He swayed where he stood, looking over at Max to find him already staring. Yeah, this feeling was different. And so much better.

#ahh I love this story so much #enchanted au #enchanted au: christmas #maxiel #max/daniel #disney princess dan