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fandom · 11 months
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This is the way.
Ted Lasso's AFC Richmond went on the road and the guys (and gals) had quite a night out. The Mandalorian wrapped up its third season and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. It's safe to say Team RWBY had quite the adventure during the finale of RWBY's ninth volume. The latest SpaceX launch was "successful" in that it did successfully launch before promptly exploding. Also exploding is whatever is happening with Twitter Blue. Phantom of the Opera, Broadway's longest running show in history, performed its final act. If you haven't read the latest issue of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga, you should probably filter some tags to avoid spoilers. Finally, can someone explain what's happening in the QSMP? We'd appreciate it. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.
Ted Lasso
The Mandalorian
Elon Musk
Succession
RWBY
The Owl House
Jujutsu Kaisen
The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
Artists on Tumblr
Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Star Wars
Stranger Things
The QSMP Minecraft Server
Misha Collins
The Welcome Home ARG
Phantom of the Opera
Luz Noceda | The Owl House
Wally Darling | The Welcome Home ARG
Din Djarin | The Mandalorian
9-1-1
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brightdarkly · 9 months
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Luz being proud of Lip after his promotion 🥹
BOB APPRECIATION WEEK Day 6: Favorite dynamics
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awakefor48hours · 1 month
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Update: they’re gone. Let’s celebrate
Hello everyone, I need your help getting rid of someone that's been harassing people (myself included).
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This is the person in question and I need your help to get rid of them and stopping any future harassment.
Even if you're not in the Black Clover fandom, I would appreciate a moment for your time to read this. For a bit of context, if you haven't seen Black Clover, the main ship in the show is Astelle (Asta x Noelle). In the show, Noelle has a massive crush on Asta (think Amity to Luz/Marinette to Adrien/Hinata to Naruto/etc, etc). It's pretty clear that Astelle will be canon but sometimes canon doesn't matter and people ship different things. Now onto this whole shit show.
Harassing in DMs
To start off, they're basically every shade of bigot. My moots and I have gotten really nasty DMs from dailyasnoel and I'm going to censor them because there's pretty bad slurs in them.
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The first one was sent to me and the second one was sent to @the-geek-librarian
We're both in a server and everyone in this server (nearly 15 of us) have been blocked. Keep in mind, not a single one of us had ever interacted with them in our lives. We've all tagged our posts properly and haven't said a single negative thing about Astelle or their blog. They went out of their way to send us these DMs with very hateful slurs all because we don't want the same fictional teenagers kissing.
Harassing others
This isn't even the first time that dailyasnoel has gone after people simply for just shipping Noelle with another character. These two, ramiliadoesstuff and kcuf-ad have also posted about been harassed.
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Along with that, there is now a ship week for Kahonoelle (a femslash ship involving Noelle) being run by moot @t-f-t (Alex) and this was the response to the original post (a post that was tagged properly and no malice towards anyone) announcing this.
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This could've just been the end of it but they felt the need to send an ask to Alex expressing their disgust because there's people who don't want the same fictional teenagers kissing.
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Then there's this lovely comment on that post.
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Guess who's going to be extremely annoying during Kahonoelle week. (BTW, wouldn't it be really funny if we got them off the internet before their shit ass Astelle week).
Fanfiction
This harassment isn't just on tumblr either, it's on AO3 too.
I scrolled through the Yunoelle (Yuno x Noelle) tag on AO3 and the comments on some of these fanfictions are so vile. There's so many hate comments and I didn't even screenshot all of them because there's so many of them.
I found comments left by people with the username "dailyasnoel" and other guest users with different usernames that make similar comments to dailyasnoel because I assume it's the same person.
Making the Devils Cry
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Yuno and Noelle Oneshots
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When the Sea Goddess Snaps
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Hot Tub Accident
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While scrolling the Yunoelle tag, I noticed that there's people who have started limited their comment section, have deleted comments with responses like "dude, calm down," or have made their fanfictions private.
And even as a little side note, I want to make it clear that I was able to look at every single Yunoelle fanfiction on AO3 because it's not even a popular ship. There's only 31 fanfictions for them so a lot of these fanfictions are written by the same authors. On the other hand, Astelle has been consistently the most popular ship in the fandom and even has the most fanfictions. So it's not even like Astelle fans are hurting for fanfictions or that Yunoelle fans are invading their spaces.
The actual blog
The icing on this queerphobic, harassing, racist cake is that they're an art thief. Their blog only has art and all of it is from other people. There's no indication these are reposts, there's no signs that they got permission to repost these, nor any links to the original posters. (original art links > 1/2/3)
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If you know nothing about Black Clover or the fandom, I want to make this abundantly clear, this is behavior is unacceptable. This fandom has been very peaceful as of late and this one person does not speak for Astelle fans in the slightest. The Astelle fans I've interacted with are quite lovely, and if Asta or Noelle or Tabata (the creator) saw this, they'd be disgusted.
Whether or not you're in the Black Clover fandom is irrelevant. This is a horrible person and art thief, please report and block this person. Together, we can get rid of this person.
@dailyasnoel I know you have me blocked but if you happen to read this, I want you to know that if this small part of you that you show on the internet is even a modicum similar to how you behave in real life (joking or not), you are going to live a very sad and lonely life.
I hope you enjoy your own company because no one will want to be your friend, no one will support you, and above all else, no one will mourn you. Your absence will be treated with nothing but joy and whimsy because you are a sad and pathetic parasitic monster.
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sokkadora · 1 year
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hugs — hunter (gg) x noceda!reader
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summary: your first hug with hunter after a week of not seeing each other much (you’re back to school in the human realm) and he conks out during the middle of it
a/n: this is based off of what zeno said about hunter avoiding hug’s because they’re too comfortable and he’ll fall asleep 🙁🙁 HES SO CUTEBSJSJS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
wc: 638
warnings: being tired, hunter being a sweetie pie
Being Camila and Manny’s first child, there were more trial and errors with you than there were with your younger sister.
And it’s not that you were upset, but being a year younger than mostly all of your classmates could be a bit belittling — Gus understood that. And so did Hunter.
Speaking of which, after returning from the demon realm with your sister and your friends, you’d been too busy to do anything for yourself with school, applying for colleges, working on a way back, and your job at Camila’s veterinary clinic.
It’s been exhausting, but, fall break was about to begin in…
You glance at the clock above the chalkboard, narrowing your eyes at the 1 minute and 23… 22… 21…
Oh, whatever.
Shoving your notebook and computer back into your book bag, you heaved a sigh doing so.
You’d been given a break from work for the week, the staff all adored you and Luz and encouraged this break, saying that “you’d been spending too much time at work,” and “that boyfriend of yours must be missing you.”
You appreciated the concern, but not the teasing. Even if it was coming from a place of love.
RING! RING! RING!
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you swiftly exited your class, ignoring the concerned look on your friend Masha’s face as you quickly scurried out. They’d be able to call you later anyhow.
Luz found you out at your car and waved softly. You ruffled her hair when she got in arms reach, and you both got into the car to ride home.
When she found out you and Hunter had started dating, she was a little (very) concerned and yet… excited for you. You had always been a role model for her, and she couldn’t harp on you for finding someone that made you happy.
Even if they were evil. At the time.
Hunter’s pretty much family now, along with Vee. You see him cooking with Camila and your heart warms, because you never thought you’d find something like what your parents had.
When you get home, your mom hasn’t arrived yet, and the others are in the shack behind the house. Luz goes to see them, but you stumble inside tiredly, ready to nap after the relentless and hectic past few months that barely let you rest.
Flopping your bag onto your desk, you followed suite by flopping onto the chair at your desk with a huff.
You were beginning to drift until…
“(Y/n)?”
Heavy eyelids shot open, and you sat up straight, quickly wiping the drool off your face before turning to the door.
Hunter poked his head in through the cracked open door, you stood to greet him with a smile. It had been almost a week since you’d really been able to talk and you missed him. A lot more than you were willing to admit out loud at least.
“Hey, you,” You yawned, sliding out of the chair as you stretched your body. Hunter closed the door, his hands clenching and unclenching as he watched you. “What’s up?”
“I just…” Hunter sighed, scratching the back of his neck with a blush on his cheeks. “I missed you a lot this week. We didn’t really get to see each other.” He pouts, and your surprise quickly turns to fondness.
“I missed you too, tiger.” You said with a big smile, standing from the chair and engulfing him in a hug. “At least we have next we—“
HOOOOOOONK—
Aaaaaaaand, he’s out.
You grimace playfully, but pull him over to your bed and fall back with him laying on top of you. He’s heavy, but the weight feels comfortable. Hunter, feels comfortable.
You fell asleep with him not soon afterwards. After all, he was a much better cuddle buddy than a wooden desk.
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b3rrymilks · 9 months
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𝐌𝐢 𝐋𝐮𝐳 𝐲 𝐌𝐢 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐚
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☀︎︎ — synopsis : after his fathers passing, he begged uncle aaron to teach him how to protect the ones he loved. his uncle had a way. but was he ready for the sacrifice that came with it?
☀︎︎ — notes : this is just a headcannon! i’m not saying this is cannon, i just like to think about it that way. this is pre-vigilante e!42 miles. a lil bit of fluff and angst. most of the spanish stuff is from spanishdict, so i’m so sorry if it isn’t accurate 💔 [ labeling reader as fem because of the choice of clothes and i was unsure if any nb or male readers may be uncomfortable, it’s mostly gender neutral if you squint :) ]
☀︎︎ — pairing : miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader
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♬ — “are you busy?” was the text you received from miles, striking your attention. it had been about 3-4 weeks since his fathers passing. since he was the type to go non verbal during grieving, you decided to leave him be until he was ready to speak on his own.
“no i’m free, why? do you need me to get you something?” you replied, providing all the help he might need. he loved you. he called you “mi luz” or “mi alma” (my light or soul) his mother was more appreciative of you because of the way you cared for miles and his entire family.
“no, i just want to see you. can i come get you in about 10 minutes?” his texts had lost that playful energy that was there before his father passed away. you knew it would be a while before you could spent genuine time with miles, but he needed to heal.
“of course, i’ll be ready when you get here.” he had left the text read, leaving a little thumbs up on the message. you then quickly got out of bed and began to get dressed. wearing a skirt and a light colored top. when you walked downstairs, your parents asked what the occasion was. “going out with miles, i’m not sure when i’ll be back” something about mentioning miles made your mother stand up quickly, gathering the vase of flowers from the living room. “take these to his mother please, she’s been missing work and i want to give her a gift.” you nodded, taking the vase and waiting for miles to arrive.
when he did arrive, the light in his eyes was gone. “flowers?” he asked. “my mom wants to give these to your mom” you explained. “can we stop by your house first before we go?” earning a nod from him, he took your hand and guided you down the steps of your apartment. the walk was quiet, and the sun was still beaming. he wore his hood over his head to block out some of the sun as you used your hand. when you both arrived, you stood outside the door. miles watched as you stood there, unsure if you wanted to step inside. “it’s okay, she’s not here right now.” he told you, pointing his head to signal you could walk in. you placed the flowers and note on the living room table and left their apartment.
miles had taken you to an open field. the smell of different flowers had filled the air around you. he was so quiet. you wanted to give him physical affection but you were unsure if he wanted any. while observing the view, he gently wrapped his arms around you from behind. he had taken notice to your choice of clothing, and how the cool breeze made goosebumps rise on your soft skin. “hm.” he hummed, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “miles?” you called out to him, “yea?” he softly answered. still hugging you from behind. “promise me you’ll take care of yourself during this period of time.” you had pulled away from the hug and turned to face him. his face had hesitancy written all over it, which made you take his hands into yours. his hands were bruised, and small cuts decorated his knuckles.
still quiet, you pulled him into a frontal hug. “i promise you. but i want you to promise me something too.” you could feel the vibrations from his voice through your shoulder, as his chin rested there. “anything miles.” you responded. “prométeme que no cambiarás. no cambiarás siendo mi felicidad. no cambiarás nada entre nosotros. te amo y estoy haciendo esto para protegerte.” his words, “my happiness” made you truly realize how special you were to miles. what you meant to him. how badly he wanted to protect you. you pulled him tighter into the hug, sniffling. “no llores bebé” he pulled away from the hug and held your face, watching your tears fall. his thumb gently wiped away the tears. “you’re too pretty to cry.” he whispered.
around you was a cool breeze that really tied all these emotions together. grief, sadness, happiness. all of those tied together and drifting away in the breeze. moments passed and you two remained holding eachother, you picking leaves that blew in the wind out of his hair. taking in all of his features, as it may be the last time you would be this close with him again. “promise you’ll be here to celebrate our anniversary though?” you looked up at him from his lap where you were laying. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world”
when he walked you home, he held your hand tightly. he never wanted to let you go. but he was doing this to protect you and his family. what remained of his family. “i love you.” he took your head in his hands and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “i love you too miles. remember our promises please.” you also pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, watching him nod. before walking into your home, you turned around and hugged him one final time.
“hey honey, how was it?? you’ve been out for hours” your mother and father were sitting in the dining room, eating. “it was great,” you responded. you sat at the table with your parents, playing with the zipper of his jacket you wore. “i’m planning to go out with rio for a self care day tomorrow—“ you listened to your mother speak about her plans while eating dinner. the rest of the day you spent with your family. even though the pit in your stomach had been filled, you still worried about miles. the measures he would go to for his loved ones.
𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : the way i cried when i saw this art. (the cover art made by crittlyworm on tiktok) had to write something about it, made me so sad bro 💔 i wanna know so much about e!42 miles in beyond the spider-verse!! like i have so many questions. but i hope whoever read this enjoyed it 🥹.
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ithinkabouttzu · 6 months
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hey, sooo, i really like your BoB headcannons and i was wondering if you could do one of how they would break down and turn for comfort after a super hard week or situation or just the war getting to them?? If not it’s cool.
anon ~
Comforting them after a hard week (easy co.)
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Genre! angst; kinda sad
warnings! Sad themes, crying
description! Easy company after a hard week (after the war)
a/n: I’m sorry if this sucks, i’ve been in a horrible writing slump 😭 😭
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Dick Winters : Tries to keep it to himself, he tries to find other ways to calm down his mind when things get kind of tough, but at the same time, he tries his best to communicate to you his feeling on a regular and expects you to do that same. When things really get to him he just asks if you can talk to him, or just comfort him. He feels way better after you holding him and gets over it pretty quickly but still makes sure to thank you for listening to him.
Lewis Nixon: He has a pretty hard time expressing how he feels, so I think it would take a lot for him to break down, you would see him walking around and you could just tell something was wrong. Later that night he leaves without saying a word, and comes back two hours later shit faced while sobbing into your arms, he doesn’t say a word, but you hold him tight and pat his back, reassuring him that it’s okay. You guys promise to communicate when the other isn’t okay after this.
Carwood lipton: Communication is 🔑 in your guys’ relationship, so when he first starts feeling like this, he tells you about it, he doesn’t really know how to explain how he’s feeling but he tries his best to. The days leading up, he’s more quiet and reserved. Of course you asked him what was up but it was the same response of “nothing” Finally, he tells you just how bad he’s going through it right now, and apologizes that he can’t be completely there 100% for you.
Joe Toye: You’ll ask him over and over again what’s wrong but he’ll just respond with “nothing” one night, you woke up from sniffling come from beside you, when you noticed that he was crying. Before you could fully even wake yourself up, almost as instinct, you turn around and wrap your arms around the sad boy. Holding him tight and reminding him how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him. All he can reply back with is “I love you” over and over again.
Joe Liebgott: When he’s feeling down he tries his absolute best to hide it from you, he never wants you to worry about him so the thought of him expressing his feelings to you is so hard. Eventually he will breakdown though and just crying into your neck, not daring to show you his tears. Apologizing over and over again for letting you see him like this. you’ll be there, reminding him how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him. He always will appreciate your love for him.
Bill Guarnere: He’s probably a bit more vocal about his feelings, but he doesn’t necessarily breakdown either. Whenever he turns to you for comfort though he usually will just ask if you want to cuddle or something like that where he can he near you and feel your touch. When he’s mentally feeling under the weather he likes to stay close to you, making sure that you are taking care of makes him feel way better.
George Luz: He just has a sad puppy look on his face, when he walks around he just looks so sad. You do almost everything to cheer him up but nothing works. It takes everything out of you just for him to tell you what was going on, when he tells you just how he’s feeling, he can’t help but shed some tears while he’s doing it. He asks if you want to do something with him to help him get his mind off of it, and when you guys do get out of the house he feels way better.
Bull Randleman: Whenever he’s feeling down, and he knows he’s on the verge of breaking down, he just hugs you as tightly as he can. Hoping to feel any comfort from your hug in return. He’s more clingy in a way, and that’s your signal of knowing that something isn’t right, he’s not big on communicating his feelings so you guys both settle for long nice hugs and cuddles. After getting to spend that time with you he feels so much better.
Eugene Roe: He’s quiet about his feelings, but he offers to do more and more things for you when he’s sad. You can tell that he’s trying to get his mind off something. When you hug him tightly one morning, just reminding him how much you love him, he can’t help but break down in your arms, expressing to you his thoughts. You offer to spend a day just doing some of his favorite things, but you remind him that you will always be there for him.
Floyd Talbert: He tries to distance himself when he gets sad, he can’t bear to let you see him like this, emotional and vulnerable, so he tries to run from you as much as he can. Almost giving you the impression that he wanted nothing to do with you. You breakdown first, asking him what his problem was, “Do you hate me?” You ask, tears feeling up your eyes. “No baby, no not at all” That’s when he loses all composure. Letting out all of his feelings in tears, telling you how sorry he was for ignoring you.
Skip Muck: he’s just not his bright self like he usually is. He’s more quiet and just isn’t himself. So you come up with the great idea to surprise him with his favorite meal. That would cheer him up right? When you’re finally able to get him out of the house, you spend that whole time making the nice dish, preparing it very delicately, so that nothing was out of place. When he comes home and sees how much work you put in to surprise him, he runs straight into your arms, crying gently into your shoulder. “I love you so much”
Don Malarkey: He sticks really close to you when he is feeling out of it. He also gets very protective over you when he’s going through it. He’s just so scared that he will lose you. When he expresses his feelings to you, you make sure to let him know that nothing will ever happen and that you will always be here. Just making sure that you are safe and okay is his comfort by far.
Babe Heffron: Hugs hugs and hugs. That’s how he seeks comfort from you, constantly asking for hugs or being cuddled, as someone who loves physical intimacy, a good hug from the one he loves most is the best remedy for a bad day. He can just feel all of the stress leaving his body when he feels your arms around him. He loves it and he loves you.
Shifty Powers: His comfort is you. Just being around you is enough to make him feel so much better. Holding you is his favorite thing to do when he feels under the weather. If his emotions ever become too much, then he’ll tell you, he’s not scared of communicating his feelings to you, especially after all that’s happened. He knows that you will always reassure him and be there for him, and that makes him feel so much better.
Frank Perconte: When he’s feeling down, the best way to get rid of it is just spending all the time he can with you, now that he’s back home, he’s learned to never take time for granted. He doesn’t really breakdown but he seeks comfort in hanging out with you. Going on cute little date nights and having fun together. Any time spent with you is the best time to him.
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Some Amity headcanons because we’re both extra visible this week
She got the job at the library so young partially because she practically grew up there- as soon as she was school-aged Odalia would just drop her off and tell her to study. She did her best but got caught in the fiction section more often than not
She draws!! She has a whole sketchbook of Azura canary and another sketchbook that’s literally just drawings of Luz. It started out as a way to vent her crush feelings and then just turned into a shrine of Luz Appreciation when they were dating
When she found out where Manny was buried, she went to bring him flowers and thank him for Luz. Luz caught her at his grave, and the two of them spent the afternoon with him catching him up on their relationship
She fed all the stray cats in Gravesfield and eventually gained a sort of cult following of them
She always knew she wanted a cat palisman, but when she thought she was going to carve her own, she always imagined carving a black cat with white socks and naming it Mittens
(She adores Ghost though and can’t imagine having anyone else)
She loves doing hair and was always the one to do Emira’s braid. She was distraught when both Emira and Willow cut their hair and she had no one to practice on— she was seriously considering braiding Hunter’s noodle until Eda let her at her voluminous locks. This is the reason why Eda has Azura’s hairstyle
She has an insatiable sweet tooth. Breakfast in the Human Realm was a sort of horror show because she was forever eating the most tooth-rotting cereal combinations known to man. Everyone could barely look except Luz, who was fully cheering her on
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avatarmerida · 7 months
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Another chapter already? My fatal flaw is I won’t update for a month and then twice within 48 hours. This is very cheesy and corny and just a bunch of kissing idk there really is a plot so sue me. Read on AO3 or under the cut
Hunter was not the best with words, especially when it came to Willow.
He felt safe and happy around her and he really had no issue telling her so, but doing it creatively was a challenge. Willow loved to flirt, before they were official, he was uncertain if she was implying something or if that was just the way she talked. But even now, knowing she liked him back and that her words carried more, he still struggled to respond. They’d sink into a comfortable dialogue, and he was witty enough, but eventually she would say something so sweet and genuine that he knew she would only ever say to him it would render him speechless.
But it only made him more determined.
“I like your jacket,” he said one day as they walked around town, holding hands and enjoying the lovely day together. Willow smiled, knowing he was practicing his flirting since he was the one who had found and altered the jacket for her, so she knew he had something in mind.
“Thanks,” she said brightly. “My boyfriend made it for me.”
“Oh is that why it looks like girlfriend material?” He asked smoothly, but then his words caught up with him as his face displayed his confusion. “Oh, wait hold on, I was supposed to ask you what it was made of and then say that.”
Willow giggled, appreciating the effort. In truth, Hunter was his most charming when he wasn’t thinking, when his actions were quicker than his mind. But the fact that he kept trying was so adorable to her.
“A-re you tired?” Hunter asked, clearly trying again.
“Um not really, why?”
“Because you’ve been running,” he said smugly as though he had succeeded in delivering the pun. When Willow raised her eyebrows at him in confusion, he smacked his forehead with his free hand as he realized his mistake. “Through my mind all day!” He added in panic as though to neglect that part made the sentence offensive somehow.
Willow giggled but Hunter groaned. Luz had helped him study for this moment. She had shown him countless rom coms and animes to help him find his own rhythm. Ever since the night of their first date where she had looked at him with wide eyes when he kissed her hand, he was determined to repeat history. He wanted Willow Park to swoon.
He practiced in the mirror before bed and while he was getting ready for school. He wrote his best ideas down in the back of his notebook. He didn’t understand why it was so hard. He had survived in the wilderness for weeks at a time, endured blistering winds and scorching deserts, battled monsters three times his size, but saying a complete sentence to his girlfriend was where his courage drew the line. How unfair.
“Hey,” he said as they were walking, fighting the lump in his throat. “My friend over there thinks you’re cute.”
He pointed to the other side of the hall with his head and when Willow followed to see who he meant, he teleported into her line of vision, leaning against the wall as though he had been there all along, unaware he was being discussed.
Willow bit her lip, a blush dancing across her face. Oh, that’s a good one, she thought. How long can he keep this up? She sauntered over and leaned against the locker, looking up at him like he was a rock star. He attempted to uphold his cool, aloof look but being so close to Willow made him melt.
“Hey,” she said in a low, airy voice.
“H-hey.”
“Um, just thought I’d let you know that I actually have a boyfriend,” she said, committing to the bit.
“O-oh really?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I appreciate the compliment but I’m really happy with him.”
“You are?” He said, unable to hide the delighted surprise in his voice.
“Mhm hm,” she nodded.
“I-I bet he’s really happy to be with you too,” he said, trying to remove the character he was supposed to be. “I bet he thinks you’re really cool and pretty and strong and brave and funny and, uh pretty and-.”
She just laughed, and he loved her laugh. He loved being able to make her laugh, but he wanted to make her feel the way she made him feel so effortlessly. He took her laughter as a win, but he wanted to make her feel like she was floating because a simple thing he said made her heart feel inflated and light. The way she did to him. He wanted to say something so unique and profound and romantic that it played on a loop in her head before bed. To him, everything Willow said was worth committing to memory and he wanted to be worthy of being on her mind.
He would make Willow Park swoon.
What Hunter didn’t see was the small white flowers dancing in her hair every time his eyes lit up when he saw her, her heart lifted her in a way that did not make her speechless but bright and bubbly and excited. She knew that besides a fictional character here and there over the years, that she was Hunter’s first real crush. She was the first person he had actually known who consumed his thoughts in such a quick and gentle way that it made him dizzy. He didn’t know what to expect, he was learning as he went after all. But Willow had had plenty of crushes over the years and had more experience maintaining her emotions and knowing the kinds of things to say. So she wasn’t as flustered as he often was, but she had never thought she’d be able to be so cool around someone she liked so much.
When she was younger, she had gone through the right of passage that was having a crush on both Blight twins. She’d be hanging out with Amity and they’d walk by, doing everything so effortlessly and cool. The way they said her name, the way Ed would ask her how she was or how Em would give her a compliment would make her brain feel broken and frozen and all she could do was giggle. She had no idea if they were saying these things to try and make her feel like this or to be polite or because they said it to everyone. Regardless, it made her feel special. Over time the rush went away, and her heart didn’t leap and jump when they entered the room.
But that night after they met when Hunter sent her five messages in a row, farcically apologizing in a run on sentence where every other word was misspelled and capitalized randomly, followed by another message attempting to correct the previous message and making a new mistake to explain, her heart spun more than it ever had. She knew he wasn’t trying to make her like him like that, and she knew liking him wasn't the best idea. But where her other crushes faded over time, every new little stupid thing Hunter did just added to the flames. For the first time, she had time to prepare, to plan ways to drop hints and be cool.
Her aloofness was only present to Hunter, as everyone else could clearly see the signs of a Willow so far gone. But this only made Hunter try harder, even after he knew she returned his feelings. He just couldn't risk her forgetting or doubting his admiration for her.
He’d write her poems, but the typical “rose are red, violets are blue” motif was far too simple (and technically incorrect) for Hunter to resort to. ( “If violets are blue then why are they named violets?” He’d say. “Violet is a separate color on the color wheel! What, next are you gonna tell me that blue berries are actually violet?”) No, Willow was comparable only to the most rare and captivating flowers, which were a tad bit harder to rhyme in Hunter’s experience. His poem turned into an essay on the history of their discovery and placement through their native realm. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a metaphor to come back to, but Willow treasured it nevertheless.
Willow knew that Hunter was a man of action. She knew she meant the world to him, but he had trouble saying it sometimes. But he never failed to show her.
Every time he’d brush her hair out of her face without thinking, every time he’d double scan the street before they crossed, every time he’d go out of his way to end up near her, she knew. He didn’t even think about these things, they were so natural to him. He probably didn’t think she noticed because he barely noticed it himself.
But in the end, that’s how he finally did it.
Since the day they became official (for the second time?) they both built up that first kiss in their mind.
Okay, it wasn’t technically their first kiss, but it felt like it was. But given their… history, Hunter wanted this kiss to be perfect and planned and maybe not as surprising? They had reached an interesting crossroads where everything was fast and slow at the same time. Willow had told him they could take things as slow as he wanted and she meant it, it was her first relationship too after all and there was much to figure out. But they were just so good at it. They were just so excited. Every time he waited eagerly by her locker with a tiny gift, a trinket he had carved or a plant sample he had cut for her, it took everything in her not to cover his face in kisses. She limited herself to one, maybe two. Because they were taking it slow.
There would be no panicking after about what it meant or what they were, because they knew that now. Quick kisses on the cheek were one thing, but to Hunter a real kiss needed to be special, memorable, and dramatic. But it also had to be simple, organic, and private. After his rushed first attempt on the flyer derby field, Hunter was determined to make the next one perfect. On the other hand, after her ambush at grom, Willow carried a variety of lip glosses in her bag just in case.
They’d go on picnics or to the movies and it would be on both their minds and just when the moment seemed perfect, the sun would be setting or music would be playing, his mind would say “But what if a more romantic moment happens later?” or “What if you didn't actually brush your teeth this morning and your breath smells?” or “What if you miss???” Willow watched the gears turn in his head as he decided and undecided, hoping one day he'd be able to read her mind and know his first instinct had been right.
Then one day they were going to the human realm to return some books to the library, a day filled with errands and tasks and no time for romance. The weather in both realms wasn’t impressive or exciting and they were both tired and sore from a match the night before. It was a dull day, painfully average.
But not for long.
Willow finished packing her purse, both her and Huner loved sneaking snacks into the library (she didn’t tell him it was against the rules) so they could spend even more time there together. As she went to walk out the door, she was stopped when Hunter quickly grabbed her and spun her around to face him, his hands cradling either side of her face.
“Wait,” Hunter said, focused and determined, as she looked up at him in awe, the day of their first match flashed in her head., How similar their position had been, how her heart had beat the same way, how close they were.
“Yeah?” she whispered, hoping he’d say this was the time, that he couldn’t wait another moment to pull her close and hold her tightly so they could finally-
“You forgot to cover your ears,” he said, totally unbothered.
“Oh,” she breathed, too caught up in her own thoughts to communicate her slight disappointment. “Thanks.”
He was too focused on taking care of her to let their closeness fluster him, so naturally the responsibility fell to Willow. As he adjusted her hair for her, she was able to fixate on his features. The lighting in the old cabin was dim, but he had a natural glow to him. He should seem rugged and intimidating but he was so gentle and warm that Willow hoped his hold on her would never end. She didn’t have the words to express this though, as her eyes darted to his lips and the way he stuck his tongue out to the side as he concentrated on not undoing her braids rendered her speechless.
How could he look right at her and not realize she was swooning so freaking hard?
“Sure, happy to help.” he said as he removed his hands from her ears and placed them on her shoulders as he admired his work. He was caught off guard by the stunned expression Willow wore as a faint blush became more present on her cheeks. It was like she was waiting for something, like it was his turn to fill the silence. She pursed her lips and her hands fidgeted between them, like they couldn’t decide what to do. Hunter pulled her closer, assuming that he had missed a strand of hair, and she was resisting the urge to adjust it.
Despite his attention to detail, he could not find the error. Though, he never could when it came to Willow. Satisfied, he went to tell her they were good to go but then saw her focus had never left him. She was waiting for something, but Hunter struggled to read exactly what. Was she eager to leave? Was she worried about what neglecting to cover her ears could have meant? Was she trying to remember something else?
He waited for her to say what she meant to, but she was the speechless one now. He moved his hand to her cheek, slightly concerned that she’d get frustrated and distracted the way he did when he could not remember something. He wanted to let her know he could wait until it came to her, that he wanted to help her. But his small act pushed her over the edge and any chance she had to keep her cool flew out the window.
“Sorry, I thought you were gonna kiss me,” she said quickly as she exhaled, almost too quiet to hear if he had not been right in front of her. She seemed almost embarrassed, like it was such a silly misunderstanding, like she wasn't sure how she had said that aloud. But her lingering gaze suggested she thought it was anything but silly and her shaky breath suggested she was still thinking about it.
“Oh,” was all Hunter could say, caught off guard. Not because he had never thought about it, but because he was surprised this was a moment that she felt worthy enough to add such an action to. He had done nothing impressive, nothing about the setting was particularly memorable, and the day itself held no significant importance. But yet he found himself in the rare occurrence of leaving Willow Park speechless and nervous and hopeful simply because he stood close to her. Suddenly, his mind and heart took hold of his reflexes as he gently pulled her closer to him and allowed her thoughts to no longer be merely thoughts. “Okay.”
He didn’t know what to say next, he didn’t know how to question the importance of the moment without making it seem like the idea was foreign to him. He didn’t know what to say, so he just did. He titled his head, giving her every chance to pull away to finish her sentence, to question him. But she didn’t. She was too stunned, too caught up, too lost in the proximity to take charge. There was no room to be cheeky and coy and silly, this was new territory. Hunter didn’t have the time to build this moment up, to talk himself out of it because this moment found him instead of the other way around. He didn’t have the words, but he didn’t need them here.
He moved forward ever so slightly and when her eyes fluttered closed, he somehow just knew. He knew how to tilt his head the opposite way, he knew how to cup her cheek, he knew the perfect speed to go so he did not crash into her. Then finally, lowly, swiftly, gently his lips found hers. They pressed together for only a moment, so soft and sweet Hunter was sure he’d wandered into a dream. He felt Willow rise onto her toes to reach him better, and his natural response was to pull her closer. Not wanting her to strain herself in any way, he moved one arm around her waist to help lift her up and her arms rested on his chest, and she kissed him back.
As a vine sprouted from her hair and swirled around his wrist by her face, wrapping his arm like a branch to keep him close. Flowers formed at their feet, the sweet smell tickling Hunter’s nose as he tried committing every millisecond to memory. He had been so worried that when the time came, he couldn’t know if it had been the right moment or if he had done it correctly, but now as an extravagant garden surrounded them, he was certain he had not messed this up. And that certainly gave him the confidence to kiss her again and again, every time he pulled away (because he didn’t want to stay too long a potentially be rude, time didn't seem to be working at the moment) she followed him and held her place for a moment. He felt the vine tightened slightly, as though sending a signal Willow herself was too overwhelmed to communicate herself and he knew it was okay to kiss her again. And he was glad, because he wanted to.
Soon enough, the pair did manage to stop, and both pulled away slowly. Willow took a moment to open her eyes, no words coming to her as she tried to describe what the foliage around her symbolized. When opened her eyes to look up at Hunter, he looked like he was holding his breath.
“What’s wrong?” She asked with a smile, she felt as though she would never stop smiling.
“I don’t wanna say something stupid and have that be the first thing I say after our first kiss.” He said quietly, having learned from his sister’s “crickey” slip.
Willow didn’t feel the need to point out it wasn’t technically their first kiss, she just pulled him closer as she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him in adoration as he continued to ramble about how he was worried he would start to ramble. Luckily, she had the perfect solution as she rose up onto her tip toes and planted another gentle kiss on his lips to interrupt him in the best way possible. She would be interrupting him more frequently, she decided.
“Heh,” Hunter giggled as Willow slowly parted again, the dreamy look on her face erasing any lingering nerves. He couldn't help being familiar with that look, it was the same look she so effortlessly inspired in him. He dared to think he had done it without even trying. He had made her swoon.
“So, uh was that okay?” he asked, trying to dodge his nerves a while longer until he knew for certain.
“Hmmm, I think I’m gonna forget to hide my ears more often,” she said in a breathy laugh that eased him and registered them on equal ground as she tucked her hair behind her ear, a gesture she hoped he would forever interpret as a sign.
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From that point on, Willow became obsessed. Hunter making the first move was not completely uncommon, but to make such a bold one made her distracted. Any moment of silence was filled with the memory of his lips on hers, a quick return to their bubble. But again, Hunter was still becoming accustomed to such displays of affection, so she went to great strides to assure him the moment did not need to be grand to be commemorated. So long as he kissed her like that , like she was a rose he’d endure countless thorns to be near, she’d find utter bliss in the uneventful.
To Willow, studying was very uneventful. To her joy, Hunter always insisted on studying together.
They'd all study in a group, but today it was just them. Her fathers wouldn't be back for at least an hour, Willow providing them with a lengthy list of ingredients with items that should be the demon realm equivalent for a meal she loved in the human realm that they wanted to recreate. She may have added a few extras to extend her alone time with Hunter, but who can be sure.
"Do you think we can take a break?" Willow asked sweetly as she looked down at Hunter, engaged in his books sprawled across the couch as his head rested in her lap.
"We just took one," Hunter chuckled, setting his book on the coffee table as he looked up at her with a gentle smile.
"I know, but I'm having trouble concentrating," she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. In truth, Willow didn't have trouble focusing on the subject matter because it was too complicated, but because she couldn't help but focus on the way Hunter moved his lips when he read.
"Well, I'm just rereading my chapter, I can help you," he offered, more than happy to. "I can try quizzing you, give your eyes a break. I’m sure there’s a way we can make studying more fun."
That was exactly what Willow was hoping he'd say.
“Okay then, how about… for every question I get right I get a little kiss?” suggested Willow as she twirled his forelock between her fingers. She took delight in the way she could see the exact moment when Hunter processed her words: his eyes widened, his heart seemed to stop, and his bones seemed to turn to noodles as he tried not to let his excitement show on his face too much.
“Okay, I think I can do that.” said Hunter, trying to seem casual about it as he sat up and happily took the book from her. She adjusted her position to face him as he flipped to the review section of the book. He cleared his throat as he began, able to forsake his flustered state for the sake of her education. He was in his element. “Okay uh, what does it mean if a plant’s petals change color in the sunlight?”
“That it’s either being under or overwatered, depending on the hue,” answered Willow effortlessly.
“Correct,” said Hunter leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, able to tell he was genuinely proud of her for knowing the answer. “Alright, how many seeds do you need to replicate the twisting tree native to the mountains of Latissa?”
“Three, like a braid,” said Willow proudly, leaning forward to present Hunter with her cheek as he happily supplied her with her reward.
“Okay, how often do you need to prune the-.”
“You skipped one.” said Willow.
“Huh?” said Hunter as he looked back down to the study guide. “Oh, yeah you’re right sorry I- wait; did you memorize this list?”
“Yeah?” She said innocently. “I mean, isn’t that what studying is?”
“Do you actually need my help or were you just looking for an excuse to kiss?” he asked with a smirk as he rested his cheek on his fist, hanging his arm over the edge of the coach as he looked at her with wistful eyes.
“Can’t it be both?” she smirked back, her eyes likewise sparkling.
Hunter chuckled. “Do you really think you need an excuse for me to want to kiss you?” He asked playfully, questioning only about her methods, not her intentions. He would normally be nervous about flirting so directly, but he did also want to make sure she knew she didn't need to go to so much trouble for him.
“Nooo,” she laughed, delighted his energy matched hers. She only felt a little silly, but it was worth it to see him smile at her like that.
“Correct.” Hunter leaned forward and this time placed a kiss on her lips before leaning back to return his attention to the book. Willow was momentarily taken back by his boldness, delighted by his initiative and somewhat shocked that he could return to schoolwork so easily. When he didn’t go back to quizzing her right away, she sensed he was waiting to see her reaction. She swiftly reached for the book and pulled it down to bring his attention back to her as pressed another kiss to his lips. This one was less quick, and Hunter allowed the book to fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her to extend it. The next thing he knew, his balance was lost as Willow leaned forward to kiss him more intensely and he ended up laying on the couch, her lips never leaving his as she fell with him to land beside him.
Continuing to kiss her felt so natural and easier as she took the lead now. He knew how uncomfortable it was for her to have her glasses on when she laid down, so he removed her glasses for her, action she showed gratitude for by pulling him closer, the clunky barrier on her face no longer a deterrent. He set her glasses on the table and once they were safe, he used the free hand to caress her cheek, the other one pinned at his side under him, but he could hardly complain. They fell into a rhythm of sorts, as each kiss inspired another and the world around them disappeared.
As he felt her hand wander through his hair knew, his guilty nature told him that he should insist they go back to studying, that she had a big test coming up and he had promised to help her. He resisted a few moments more, finding that it was hardly a one-sided distraction, but knew it was a distraction nonetheless. “Willow, I think-,” but when he went to vocalize his thoughts, his mind went blank when he was met with her mischievous eyes that wordlessly called his bluff. Why was he trying to end this moment so soon again? “I uh, w-we should get back to studying.” He knew he needed to say, despite it being the last thing he wanted to say.
“Okay,” she said in a tone that suggested that what they should be doing and what they would be doing did not co-exist. Seeing that he did not loosen his hold on her, she snuggled closer to him and began kissing the side of his face and continued the conversation like this was just a normal part of it. Her voice was low and relaxed like she was in a dream, and this was the only way to keep him there with her. “Is that what you want to do?”
“We uh… I mean, don’t you…” he looked up at the ceiling as Willow peppered his jawline with kisses. He couldn't help but think that they never kissed so much before. When they managed to be alone, it was usually somewhere public and when he managed to summon the courage to kiss her it was usually very quick. It took him less time now to come around to the idea that she wanted to kiss him and keep kissing him. He had been so worried before about knowing if he was doing it right or if it was the right time, but every time her lips found his temple, all his mind could point out was that whole he was in the moment there was no time to overthink it. The logic wasn’t totally sound, but the amazing girl that he was crazy about wanted to kiss him right now and he was failing to find a reason she shouldn’t.
He turned his face to the side to look at her again and she stopped, waiting to see what he wanted to do. Her eyes flashed a small panic, worried she had overstepped or made him uncomfortable, but before she could even try to apologize Hunter moved to kiss her lips with such vigor that they tumbled off the couch.
Willow let out a squeal of delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck in celebration, trying to find a way to kiss him both quicker and longer at the same time. Anytime their lips weren’t touching Willow let out a small, delighted giggle and Hunter found himself joining in as they laughed and kissed on her living room floor, their studies left for a different day. In his mind, he referred to the next 10 minutes of nonstop kissing as "advanced kissing."
Willow would never tell him that most teenagers refer to it as “making out” because his terminology was much, much cuter.
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“Darius! Darius!” Hunter called in a panicked voice as he rushed down the stairs in commotion the next day.
Darius and Alador sat at the kitchen table working on their second pot of coffee, having been up all night so close to a breakthrough in the sigil remover. Darius groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing by Hunter’s tone that it was nothing dangerous or life threatening, just that it was definitely too early for his unique brand of nonsense.
“In here, little prince,” he called anyway, knowing that prolonging it would only make things worse. Hunter rounded the corner, his sock feet sliding in on the wooden floor nearly causing him to face plant as he entered with such an aggressive purpose.
“Darius!” he panted. “ Darius, i-it’s an emergency! I’m having a physical reaction to love!”
Darius nearly spit out his coffee as Alador’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh,” said Alador, setting down his own cup as Darius coughed beside him. “Hmm, well ya know what I can call Edric over and give you both the talk at the same time if you-.”
“No, no, let him finish,” Darius said as he hit his chest to steady his breathing. “It’s most likely not what you think. Now, what exactly do you mean, Hunter?”
“Okay, well last night when I went to Willow’s I was helping her study for her exam and then we started kissing and she did this thing-.”
“Eh,” Darius raised his hand, cutting him off. “I don’t need to know all the details, just get to the point while I’m young please.”
“What, you wanted him to get to the point 10 years ago?” Alador murmured as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile, avoiding the deadly glare he knew Darius was giving him.
“Okay, okay but this morning I woke up with this!’ Hunter exclaimed, pulling his shirt collar to reveal a purple mark on the side of his neck. Unable to help themselves, Darius and Alador burst into laughter as Hunter’s panic increased.
“Why are you laughing?’ He demanded. “It’s not funny!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Darius said as he tried to dim his laughter. “No, no you’re right, it’s very serious. But just not in the way you’re thinking.”
“So I’m okay?” he asked cautiously. “This is normal? I’m not sick? I-it’s not a grimwalker thing?”
“No, no,” said Alador, trying to compose himself. “If anything, it’s a teenager thing.”
“So I’m okay? I’m not dying?”
“No, no no,” said Darius, wiping a tear from his eye. “Although, it would probably be in your best interest to put on a scarf if you plan on going to her house today. If her fathers see that, I’m quite certain their reaction won’t be as humorous.”
“So it is a bad thing?” Hunter asked, still not understanding the concept of a hickey. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Well, as one of your guardians, I’ll have to consult with Camila on how to answer that question when it comes to something like this,” chuckled Darius as he prepared his scroll to take a photo to show Camila on their next weekly wine and cheese night
“So, it’s not a curse or something? It doesn’t mean Willow is secretly mad at me or upset?”
“Well now, that’s something you’ll have to ask her to be sure,” said Darius sincerely as he went to fix Hunter a plate for breakfast. “But, as a former teenager, I think it’s safe to say she’s definitely not upset with you, little prince.”
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footprintsinthesxnd · 9 months
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Band of Brothers Appreciation Week - Day 3
So for Day 3 I have chosen the prompt of ‘based around song lyrics’ and I have chosen to do Lipton and Luz with the song ‘Lucky Strikes’ by Troye Sivan after having a talk with Julian, @georgieluz about how this is definitely a LipLuz song.
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‘Lucky Strikes’
Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @lieutenant-speirs @puckpuckett @sharpshootershifty @liberteuniteegalite @msmercury84 @hbowardaily @shadowsintheknight @callsign-phoenix @desert-fern @mayhem24-7forever @doc-eugene-roe @not-havingthetimeofmylife @floralfloyd
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secretly-of-course · 2 years
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They all cry themselves to sleep that first night...
[image ID: a fully colored digital drawing of the hex squad along with their palismen all sleeping while cuddled together on a pile of blankets and pillows. From left to right, Amity lays on her back and has one arm around Luz, who is laying on her side and has both hands around Amity's torso. Hunter is laying on his side facing the other way so he is back to back with Luz. Next to him, Gus lays on his back, while Willow lays on her side on Gus's other side. Hunter and Willow each have an arm protectively over Gus and have intertwined their hands over his belly. Ghost rests near Amity's shoulder, Flapjack near Hunter's belly, Emmiline near Gus's head, and Clover on Willow's torso. Amity and Luz wear pajamas that seem to fit well, Hunter wears a t-shirt and sweat pants that are too short for him, and Gus and Willow wear pajamas that are too big for them. All five kids have various bandages on their faces and arms, as well as tear stains on their cheeks.]
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I imagine Amity, Hunter, and Gus borrow clothes from Luz and Willow borrows from Camila
I imagine Amity, Hunter, and Gus borrow clothes from Luz and Willow borrows from Camila
I spent two weeks working on this reblogs are greatly appreciated :)
@toh-described
(also sorry for whatever is happening with the text below the cut lmao tumblr keeps doubling some lines and deleting others after I hit save post)
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Camilip Week Announcement!
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Moodboard made by me <3 (Thanking @talisman975 for the help. Commission art is here.)
More important info about the event is below the 'read more' 👇
SO, being that I LOVE this rare pair (I WRITE AND RECEIVE SO MUCH STUFF ABOUT THEM ON THIS BLOG), and because of the results on this poll, I decided to make a ship week for them!
The week will start on December 18th and end on the 24th.
Prompts are:
Lovers / Animals (December 18th)
Date (December 19th)
Wedding (December 20th)
Nerds (December 21st)
Baby / Babies (December 22nd)
Future (December 23rd)
Luz (December 24th)
• All forms of creativity are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics (what I'll be writing for the week lol), edits, posts, whatever you can think of that's creative, etc.
• IF YOU DECIDE TO DO ANYTHING / PARTICIPATE PLEASE TAG ME IN YOUR WORK SO I CAN SEE AND REBLOG IT TO HERE.
• You can use the tag 'camilip week' if you want.
• This is mostly dedicated to the relationship between Camila and Beardo Philip, but you can also make content for Camielos (Camila x Belos) too [I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU MAKE IT CRACK XD].
• I don't mind suggestive stuff, but nothing too or extremely n//ot s//afe for w/ork.
• You don't have to follow the prompts if you don't want to (though it's much appreciated if you do), and it's okay if you miss a day (STILL MAKE STUFF FOR THAT DAY IF YOU WANT).
• If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me!
• Have FUN!
• I think that's all I have to say!
Thank you for reading this post! <3
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luzswonderland · 11 months
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Thoughts on “Watching and Dreaming” Part 2
I cannot stress how much I value Eda and Raine’s relationship ❤️
Raine whistling Eda’s Requiem while they were trapped was so sweet🥹
I’m happy that Raine was able to join in on the final battle. It really does show that Raine is officially apart of the Clawthorne unit😊
“NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!” 📢
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The callback to Azura’s quote in the first episode really did it for me. I teared up🥹
“Don’t you want to make peace, Luz?”
Oh please, what a loser lmao 🙄
I love how Luz just stands there in silence and let’s nature take it’s course. She realizes that this is not her fight anymore
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Sweet justice is served 🙌🏾👏🏾 😊😭
“Well, we ain’t!”
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“That was extremely satisfying.”
You could say that again lol
And it’s finally over 😌
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The Hunter, Darius and Eberwolf moment ❤️
I’m glad the other coven heads were put in their place lol. Was kind of worried about that before the finale.
Lol at the one coven head trying to touch the throne anyway tho
This is bliss 😌🥰
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I was waiting for this moment for so long OMG! 😭🤗😩
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I’m glad the Collector found their way 🥹
I’m going to miss Luz doing magic through drawing glyphs. It made her unique in the Boiling Isles. At least she has Stringbean now to help her do magic though
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the epilogue at the end. They could have just ended the series with Luz overlooking the Boiling Isles, but they gave us more😭
Luz enrolling in a magic university 👏🏾
Look! All the adventures we did and didn’t get to see
I’m really curious about the Hooty one with Luz and Amity lmao
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“Luz, you saw them last week.” 😐
Loved that she maintained the balance of her life on Earth and the Boiling Isles
Things I loved in the montage ❤️:
The Nocedas buying the abandoned sack
Hunter making Palsimen
This Moment 😊
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Flapjack’s gravestone🥹
Lilith’s haircut
Amity’s entire new character design
Success in eliminating coven branding
Gus’ hairstyle 👏🏾
THIS MOMENT!!!
From former criminal of the Isles to headmaster of an educational institution. You love to see it😄
The chaos that Luz, King and Eda will cause now lol
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Also, Vee’s family was saved 🙌🏾
King’s necklace too❤️🥹
Luz spending her past four birthdays rebuilding the Isles demonstrates so much about her character. She never slowed down in the past four years.
The attempt at the Quinceanera was sweet? 
Gotta appreciate the effort at least😅
King doing glyph magic opens up a new range of possibilities
Potentially for a spin-off?!!
The four year time skip is such a breath of fresh air😤
The world building for this show is so good!
My favorite shot in the episode 🥹
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I love how the series ends with Luz thanking Eda and King for being there for her when things were confusing in her life. She found them at a time where she needed the most support and I love that for her. Not a lot of shows come full circle like this.
Love the collective “BYYYEEE!!!” at the end 😄🥹
It has been a pleasure doing these “Thoughts” on episodes over the past few years, I hope to one day I get a chance to do these again for The Owl House 😊🤗 BYYYYEEEE!!!!👋🏾👋🏾
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thelegendofstella · 1 year
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you have to wake up.
how?
you turn on the light.
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EDIT 4/9/2023: Image alts updated with IDs as per asking/request! I was way too tired to even think about doing them when I first posted this, lol, my bad
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I CAN'T BELIEVE I MANAGED TO FINISH THIS IN TIME FOR THE FINALE. OH MY GOD
I've been working on this for ages (read: procrastinated until the last few days) and I can't believe how good this turned out in the end. For my standards, anyway. I just had to get this out somehow before the finale aired and I actually made it,,, Yay ;u; (1:30 AM on the day of is close enough, man fgyusdgshfsddsf)
This is basically kind of a redraw of one of the scenes in the WaD trailer we got a couple of weeks back that implied Amity and co. were attacking Luz because they thought she was Belos, because wow that was sure something. But I really have to give credit to this post for being my main inspiration and reference—that combined with the analysis posts of the trailer that have come out since then just really got my drive going.
I surprisingly don't have much to say about the process of this other than oh my god it was so hard to get all of their base colors??? Especially Willow's eye color, can you believe they've never shown her open eyes without glasses in natural light. I can, I looked. Besides that I am woefully unpracticed in shading so I just kinda winged it as best as I could here fdhjsdf.
(Please appreciate Belos' hands here, it took me fucking ages to get them right in the sketch. Perspective hands SUCK)
This came out to 3000px width by 1200px height, the largest canvas I've ever done so far. The .kra file of this has 981 layers, including folders (of which there were a lot because I am stupidly organized like that), and more filter layers than I know what to do with lol.
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next-autopsy · 5 months
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A/N: Well, hi there! Sorry in advance, this chapter gets awkward (why is it so weird writing about periods?) and then dark/sad. Get ready to say good bye to someone….
Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.
TW: Period talk (it’s awkward), implied assault (not detailed),….. lmk if there’s something I should add here
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Made of Glass
Chapter eight: Unrequitable Generosity
The next few weeks started to merge together. The daily routine was set and unmoving with little to no time for much other than PT and lectures. Birdie is yet to experience a weekend pass as her CO finds every excuse to revoke hers week after week.
She had walked into the mess hall the day after Sobel’s failed attempt at starving her and took note of the lack of chalk circle. It had been smudged out and Sobel never explained himself or told her to stand in that spot again, he just glared at her as she stood in line. He still threw the occasionally comment at her but was mostly back to ignoring her presence.
She and the other women were finally allowed to shoot their weapons on the rifle range and while Birdie wasn’t bad at shooting she wasn’t great either.
Not like Shifty Powers. He was promoted to sharpshooter and eased through target practice. Birdie asked him one day how he got so good at shooting and he told her about his father. He had taught Shifty how to aim as soon as he was big enough to pick up a rifle. They often went hunting together, it’s how he spent most weekends back home in Virginia.
He gave her some tips like hand placement and how to brace for the recoil properly and it honestly helped her more than the advice from the actual instructor. Pretty soon she was hitting the target every time and getting more bullseyes than half of the men.
Shifty and Birdie spoke frequently, he was one of the men who joined the designated ‘Birdie table’ at meal times, along with Toye and Bill. Her latest collection of friends was growing; George Luz was almost always found alongside the woman, cracking jokes like it was his job.
Bull Randleman had become close with her too, they had many inside jokes and sayings that only the two of them seemed to understand, it was like they spoke another language. By extension; Johnny Martin, who had begun to stare down any one who whispered about Birdie, whether she was present or not.
Don Malarkey, Skip Muck and Alex Penkala were never separate and adopted the female into their exclusive trio. Skip kept trying to convince her to help him with practical jokes and pranks aimed at the other two but she never gave in, aiming to avoid offending her fellow second platoon men.
After bonding with Toye and Guarnere, the men of Easy company embraced Bernadette quickly. They knew she could handle herself, they had seen it first hand but many opted to treat her like their younger sister, some light teasing and vicious protection.
Birdie had noticed the decrease of catcalling or whistles thrown her way by non-Easy guys but made no comments, even though she knew someone had said something to cease that behaviour.
She had witnessed some Fox guy staring at her in her PT uniform one morning, he had opened his mouth wide, grinning like the Cheshire cat before quickly dropping the look of glee, closing his mouth and leaving. Birdie's eyes followed him in confusion as he left the area, she whipped her head around to look behind her and caught the tail-end of the multitude of death stares he was receiving from her friends. She wanted to laugh at them and playfully scold them but she settled on sending an appreciative smile and resumed the stretches Winters had set for them.
Birdie was scheduled to be on (what should've been her first) guard duty that night and the day was dragging on. She struggled up Currahee that morning, her legs ached more than usual.
During lunch, her appetite was non-existent, she picked at her food but eventually offered her plate to Toye and Guarnere who flanked her. Toye gave her a pointed look but accepted the food.
Birdie stood up too quickly and a wave of woozy light-headedness hit her, she braced onto the table in front of her for a moment before she was ready to move on.
A dull discomfort ached in her lower stomach and she finally clicked onto what was happening. She had been off all day and wondering why but now she understood, her monthly had arrived.
Easy had lectures that afternoon, Thank God, so when Bernadette excused herself to use the bathroom finding crimson leaking into her undergarments was exactly what she'd expected. She hurried off to retrieve a health sponge and headed back into the lecture hall after cleaning up and applying it.
The pain only seemed to worsen and pool in her head as she sat and listened to the droning tone the lecturer used. For the rest of the day her skull hurt as much as, if not more than her stomach.
“You okay, Bernadette?” Eugene Roe had spoken up at dinner, he had seen her pale over the course of the day and noticed her avoidance of food increase since that morning. Toye and Guarnere stiffened beside her, waiting for her answer.
Birdie nodded with a weak smile on her face, she didn't want to worry her friends, she could pull through. It wasn't usually this bad but today her womanly time had hit her hard and all at once and now the only thing on her mind was her night shift and how she would rather run up Currahee ten times than wake up at one in the morning.
“Just tired. Thanks, Doc.” Birdie mumbled, resting her head on her folded arms that lay on the table and closing her eyes. Nausea rolled over her body causing her to sit up in a flash and excuse herself. Her friends watched her go, troubled by her abnormal behaviour, Toye mentally reminded himself to check up on her the next day.
Bernadette rushed to the dedicated women's bathroom and dry heaved into the trash can, not having enough time to make it to a toilet. She had a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, reaching her arm up she wiped it away.
“Birdie?” A melodious voice echoed into the lavatories. “Are you alright? I saw you run in here.”
“Yeah....” Her tone wasn't very convincing. She stood and adjusted her clothes once she had caught her breath, Harriet watched her splash water on her face and regain her bearings.
“Oh, honey.” Harriet sympathised with the brunette, she didn't look well, it was either some sort of illness or a really agonizing period. When Birdie clutched at her lower stomach Harriet knew which one.
“Come on, you need to rest up. I bet Sobel will have you running Currahee tomorrow.” The blonde held onto Birdie's arm and guided her to their shared barracks. No doubt the woman needed to lie down.
“Here.” She offered her poorly friend some water, Birdie gulped it down happily and the sick feeling that racked her body began to mute. The southerner changed into her sleeping clothes and crawled face down into her sheets, which were held open by the angel of How company.
“A full nights sleep will do you some good, I'll tell the other girls to keep it quiet tonight.” She rubbed small circles onto her friends back, attempting to help her aching body feel better.
“Except I have fourth shift tonight.” She mumbled, eyes closed and ready to pass out.
“I'll cover for you.” Her brown eyes blinked open, she pushed her body up onto her elbows and stared blankly at the blonde woman sat on the edge of her bed.
“I can't ask you to do that.” Bernadette was dumbstruck by the offer, touched by the kindness of her fellow woman.
“You're not asking, I'm offering.” Harriet put slight pressure on Birdie's shoulders, signalling for her to lay down flat on the bed.
“Really? You sure?” Birdie's muscles ached and she felt her body begin to shut down out of sheer exhaustion.
“Of course I'm sure.”
“Okay, but only if I cover your next shift in return.” Birdie mumbled out, sinking into her pillow and mattress fully.
“Deal. It's next week.”
“Thanks, Harri.” Birdie's voice was barely a whisper, she shut her eyes once more and dozed off soundly. Harriet smiled warmly at the Easy company girl and tugged her blanket up around her shoulders.
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Everyone knew something was wrong the second they woke up.
Loud bangs sounded from the door of the women’s barracks instead of the usual trumpet that roused them from their sleep. Birdie sat up in her cot, startled and looked around the room in confusion. Most of the others were sitting up now too, just as dazed and confused as her.
The blaring knocks came again and this time Lucy, who was closest to the door stood up to answer it. By now, the ladies were getting out of their beds and pulling on jackets to keep decent in front of their unexpected visitors.
Bernadette looked over to her right, the sight of Harriet's empty, unused cot made her uneasy. She should have been back and curled up in her blankets by now but her presence was lacking and it worried Birdie greatly.
Her mind was still catching up with what was going on when three men entered the room. As the door swung shut she got a glimpse of several more uniformed men lurking outside the steps of the barracks, talking amongst themselves.
“Ladies.” Colonel Sink's unmistakable drawl rung in Birdie's ear and she turned her head to see him stand with Major Strayer and a Lieutenant she'd not yet met. They had grim looks strewn upon their faces and Birdie felt like she could vomit. Her intuition was screaming at her that something bad had happened.
Something really bad.
“Where's Harriet?” She couldn't stop her thoughts from falling out of her mouth. Sink's eyes went straight to her, he grimaced before explaining the events that had brought him to the barracks so early in the morning.
The room went deadly silent.
Connie gasped, slapping her hand to her mouth in shock, Blythe and Charlotte hung their heads. Several jaws were dropped but nobody said anything, really allowing the news to be comprehended.
“Can we see her?” It was Lucy who asked the question, her hands fidgeted in attempts to distract herself.
“I'm afraid that's not possible. Private Huntington was transferred to Atlanta City hospital an hour ago. She's elected an honourable discharge....She will not be returning.”
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A/N: And then there were eight.
~ next-autopsy ~
Chapter nine
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sokkadora · 2 years
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hey i saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could write a fluff/comfort thingy with hunter from owl house? my brain's just been really stupid so maybe the reader is feeling really anxious and hunter notices (because of course he would, poor boi has anxiety too) and helps them through a panic attack or smth? idk, i'd just really like it because like i said, my brain's been stupid so i'd just like it… but no pressure of course if it makes you uncomfortable. 💜
stress reliever — hunter (gg) x park!reader
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summary: hey i saw your requests are open and was wondering if you could write a fluff/comfort thingy with hunter from owl house? my brain's just been really stupid so maybe the reader is feeling really anxious and hunter notices (because of course he would, poor boi has anxiety too) and helps them through a panic attack or smth? idk, i'd just really like it because like i said, my brain's been stupid so i'd just like it… but no pressure of course if it makes you uncomfortable. 💜
a/n: i am FINALLY getting to these requests after months of writers block and severe depression WOOHOO FOR ME :DD I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LOVELIES — also no panic attacks in this only because!! i’m feeling particularly anxious right now and don’t need to trigger one
wc: 601
warning(s): stress, anxiety, etc
To put it quite plainly, the last few weeks have been… a lot.
As Willow’s (adopted/biological) older sister, and being involved with the Owl Lady and Luz Noceda, the Day of Unity has been on your mind a lot recently.
You, Eda, and Lilith were still trying to brainstorm a plan in your heads within the last week you have left.
Your boyfriend wasn’t oblivious to this; you’ve been more and more distant, spacey, and your appearances at the hangouts been Willow, Gus, and him have become less frequent. He’s worried.
You knew that, even now, while you’re hunched over a desk, pencil in hand and crumpled up papers on your floor, bed, desk, and spilling out of your trash can. Your back aches to be straightened, and the hunched position is becoming so uncomfortable that your stomach hurts and is urging your to get more comfortable or take a break.
You hear muffled speaking from downstairs, you figured it was your dads having another chat over coffee and decided to ignore it.
Your palisman, a frog, who you adopted from the Bat Queen, hopped onto your lap and stuck his tongue to the bottom of your jaw. You sighed, plucking it off and placing him back on the ground.
You dropped your head onto the desk and groaned, the chair you’re sitting in rolling back as you lean forward. You stare at the scribbled out words on the paper in front of you, and your vision began to blur with tears as your throat tightened up.
“Why am I like this?” You grumbled, sitting up and wiping your eyes.
“Like what?”
You jumped, placing a hand on your chest as you turned to see who it was.
“Hunter, you scared the crap out of me!” You breathed out in relief, turning your head back and wiping your nose on your shoulder.
“Sorry, I just… I, uh, wanted to check on you.” He nervously tugged at his gloved fingers, leaving the door a crack open as he entered the room.
“Look, Hunter, I appreciate it but I really don’t have time to hang out with anyone right now,” You sighed, standing to face him as he started to clear your bed of the papers.
“We don’t have to hang out, but at least take a break. Even a short nap would be fine.” He sighs, dropping them in the trash next to your desk. He walks up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them firmly, but with enough softness that you sank into it. “Please? I’ll try and figure out something with (P/N) while you get some shut eye. Your parents said you were up all night.”
He guides you to your bed and sits you down, and as much as you want to argue, your bed feels so comfortable and enticing right now, that you just flop back on it. You hear Hunter chuckle faintly, mumbling about how stupid you are, and oh, how you love the tone he’s speaking in.
He grabs your legs and turns you the right way on the bed, tossing the comforter over you and positioning your head on the pillow just the way you like to.
He cards his hands through your hair, staring down at you softly, “Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Grumbling, you crack your eyes open as he caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Now sleep, you idiot.” He leans down and kisses your forehead, and sleep washes over you peacefully.
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allegra-writes · 1 year
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"Begin Again"
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Matt Murdock x Reader
General Audiences, fluff
Warnings: None. Past Reader x Billy Russo mentioned.
I know I promised Dark!Matt x Reader first but I was listening to Taylor Swift while studying and this practically wrote itself. You guys think my world literature professors will give me extra credits for this?
Reader and Matt go on their first coffee date, and Reader can't help but notice just how different from her last relationship Matt is. Can be read as a stand alone or as the second part of "Ghosted", my angsty Billy Russo break-up fic.
"I've been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn, and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe
I watched it begin again"
Begin Again - Taylor Swift
MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE
He was already at the coffee shop when you entered. You didn't know exactly why, maybe because you had tried to drag Billy there for weeks before finally giving up, but you had expected Matt to be late or not show up at all.
But he had, and somehow he had known it was you, if the adorable way he jumped up from his seat, big boyish smile on his face, was anything to go by. You waved at him until you realized what you were doing and put your hand down, instead stepping over to plant a shy, tentative hello kiss on his cheek, his smile growing even bigger at your sweet gesture.
"Hi, Y/N"
"Hi, Matt" It was probably the wrong move, but your curiosity got the best of you, "How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't" He joked, "I actually got up for the last five people to enter that door"
Your snort was inelegant, but his own chuckle told you he at least liked your spontaneity. You appreciated it, it was nice not having to feel self-conscious of your every move, wondering if maybe if you were a little more sophisticated, a little more pretentious, a little more like them, then maybe he would…
"It was your perfume" Matt explained, interrupting the darker turn your thoughts were taking. "Orange, strawberries and flowers, like jasmine. And something else, a woodsy undertone, patchouli, maybe cedar… no one else in the entire city smells quite like it"
There was a soft fluttering sensation in your stomach at his involuntary revelation of the amount of attention, the time he must have spent thinking about the way you smelled.
"It's called 'Luz'" You disclosed, "and they don't make it here. My mom sends me bottles of it to remind me of home"
"Light" He translated, nodding to himself as if the mystery made sense to him now, "It's fitting, you're luminous and warm, like sunshine"
His face turned beet red, horrified look in his expressive eyes and you understood he hadn't meant to say that last part out loud, but you enjoyed the compliment.
Besides, Matt Murdock was cute when he was flustered.
You took mercy on him, grabbing the back of the chair in front of you for something to do, to diffuse the tension. Matt, though, ever the gentleman, stopped you.
"Allow me, please" He requested, before pulling your chair out and helping you in once you were seated, and you felt yourself melt a little.
"I love that song"
"What?"
"What a heavenly way to die" Matt motioned at the headphones hanging from your neck, "what a time to be alive… because forever is in your eyes… but forever ain't half the time I wanna spend with you…" he hummed, deep voice barely over a whisper, along to the song that you were playing on your phone.
"You have very good hearing!" You commented, impressed.
"Yes, well…" He trailed off, shrugging. You wondered if he was afraid it would kill the mood, talking about his blindness, if he was scared you would bolt if he reminded you, or if it would be rude of you to tackle the subject so soon.
Maybe you were the one scared of fucking up.
Either way, you decided to deflect.
"I didn't take you for the Troye Sivan type"
"Why not? I'll have you know I'm hip, I'm very hip"
It was a total breach of first date protocol, not even you were so socially inept to not know bringing up an ex was a huge no. But you found yourself doing it anyway.
"It's not that, it's just my ex… whatever we were, he hated bubblegum pop and YouTubers, he was more into jazz and the old big ones, you know? Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, all that stuff. He said my music taste was- that it wasn't real music"
You braced yourself, reading Matt's face for any sign of judgment or discomfort your social faux pass might have caused him.
"No offense, but he sounds like kind of a dick" he replied, without missing a beat. You let out a relieved laugh,
"Yeah, he kind of is"
Luckily, your favorite waitress -and friend- showed up then, saving you from having to expand on the Billy Russo subject. Theo didn't say anything as she took your orders, but you could see her smirk as she took Matt in, undoubtedly analyzing everything about him in those few seconds. She gave you a thumbs-up as she went back to the counter.
You'd have to ask her later if she really did like Matt or if she just liked him cuz he wasn't Billy, but for now, you decided to take it as a good sign.
"I like this place" Matt commented, casually head tilted slightly, as if he was listening to something you couldn't. You wondered if that was the case. "The atmosphere, the music, the people. I must have walked right by it a hundred times going to work, and I never even noticed its existence"
"Most people don't" You explained, "The Slat is one of Hell's Kitchen's best-kept secrets. And luckily, that's just the way the owners like it" The best part of the place was that, how tiny and cozy the small hole-in-the-wall Cafe was. It was charming and vintage in a genuine way as if an old lady had decorated the place (it had) about thirty years ago and no one else had dared or bothered to touch anything. The floors were naked worn-out brick, the sturdy furniture metallic and mismatched, and real geraniums were hanging from the discolored walls. Combined with the lo-fi hip-hop beats coming from the old speakers and the smell of roasted coffee and burnt toast, you imagined it made for an interesting sensorial experience even for someone without his sight.
But the truth was, you had an ulterior motive in your choice of venue. You didn't only like this particular coffee place, but you felt safe there, your friends worked there. And there wasn't anything remotely sexy on a coffee date. Meeting at night could, in your experience, give a guy the wrong idea. Plus, a dinner date lasted at least an hour, so if it didn't go right, there was a lot of time for awkward silence or boring conversations. Coffee was easier, cheaper, and if you wanted to bolt, you could do so after fifteen minutes or so.
Not that it was going to happen now. Matt was charming, and he was making you feel comfortable. He didn't seem entitled or overbearing at all. No, your only regret so far was that Matt had kept his dark glasses on. You had only seen him without them a handful of times, and you got the distinct impression he would never take them off at a public place if he could help it, and, as insensitive and shallow as it was, you were finding yourself wanting to gaze into the pretty hazel of his big doe eyes.
And at that very moment, as if reading your mind, he chose to take them off.
"I'm glad you invited me" Matt was talking again, so you let go of your stupid longing thoughts and focused on listening, "otherwise, I would have never found it"
"I'm happy you like it, then. I know plenty of dive bars and hidden gems I can show you if you want…"
Matt did the adorable head tilt thing again,
"Does that mean there are going to be more dates?"
You felt your face warm up again, but Theo, bless her heart, chose that moment to bring your drinks, saving you again.
"Here you go, guys, one latte for the gentleman, and one caramel macchiato for the lady. Also, one hot cinnamon roll. On the house" she punctuated with a wink, making it clear she wasn't only talking about the perfectly split in half pastry. And something about her tone must have been obviously teasing because Matt lowered his head, abashed but still smiling.
"I apologize for Theo, she's still undomesticated"
"It's ok, I'm glad to know I have your friend's seal of approval"
You hummed distractedly, still giving Theo the stink eye as Matt tore onto his half of the pastry, moaning involuntarily as the warm, gooey deliciousness melted in his mouth. It was impossible to turn your eyes away from the curve of his jaw, the way the muscles of his neck worked as he chew, from his plump pink lips as they closed around the pastry. You wanted to reach out and clean the drop of sauce on the corner of his mouth with your fingertips, wanted to feel the prickle of his stubble against your palm, wanted to taste the cinnamon off his tongue.
You wanted him.
The realization washed over you like an epiphany, a benediction. After months and months of comparing everyone you met to your not-quite-ex, and finding them lacking, now Matt was making your heart skip a beat (or two or three) by simply being himself. Kind, chivalrous, cute. Not that you hadn't noticed when men exhibited those qualities before, at least objectively you had. But none had been able to move you, to attract you quite like Matt was doing. Had you been too busy obsessing over someone who treated you like trash to really allow yourself to react to those guys? Or was Matt Murdock simply hot enough to break through your haze of apathy? Did it even matter when he was reaching for your hand on the table and setting your skin alight with the softest, most innocent of touches? Pleading with the sweetest voice to… what?
Right. You would do right to pay attention to what he was trying to say. Probably.
"... hope you don't think I'm too forward for asking for this on our first date" To be perfectly straight, you were ready to agree with anything he would have requested of you right then, those huge hazel eyes of him ought to be illegal. "But I've been wanting to do it for a while and I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now"
If your heart was skipping before, at that moment, it stopped altogether. Or maybe, it started working on override, taking over completely, brain willingly and cheerfully relinquishing control of your body to it. Because next thing you knew, you were leaning over the table, pressing the most delicate, gentlest of kisses on Matt's delectable lips, sparks going off under your skin from that single point of contact. It was pleasing.
It was blissful.
It wasn't anywhere near enough.
And Matt seemed to feel the same way because, in a flash, his hand was finding your face, cupping it, keeping you in place as his lips pressed against yours more insistently, moving against them, coaxing them open just barely, just enough for your breath to mingle with his, just enough for the tip of his tongue to slide between your lips and withdrawing. Just a taste. Just a tease. Just a promise of what was to come if you dared to take what he was openly offering to you.
It was enough to make your heart race, wild and erratic, like a hummingbird trying to escape the cage of your ribs.
Matt broke the kiss, as breathless as you, forehead resting against yours, fingertips still clinging to your neck, not ready to let go of you yet. You could understand though, boy did you understand, you didn't want to let go either but lunchtime was running out, and you both had to get back to the office.
Once again, Matt seemed to be reading your mind.
"I don't want this date to end just yet" He confessed, thumb tracing your lower lip. You puckered your lips, kissing the pad.
"Me neither…"
"Can I walk you back to work?" His earnest request made you giggle.
"Well, we do work at the same building, you know.I think that means we have to walk in the same general direction…"
Matt giggled too, probably because he was still a little high from the kiss more than out of amusement at your cheeky comment. Somehow, you couldn't find it in yourself to mind.
"Lucky me then, I get to spend more time with you"
Would you guys be terribly late if you pulled him in and started a make out session there and then? But no, Matt was finally leaning away, letting you go back to your own seat, as much as you regretted it.
"A lot more time, probably" You pretended to sigh, "the Jones case will keep us in the office all night…"
"We can kick Foggy and Karen out, get some dinner together, a little lame for date number two, but I can be charming enough to make up for it" Matt joked, but you liked the way it sounded.
"Will you walk me home after, Mister Murdock?"
There surprise was clear on his expressive face, but he recovered fast.
"Of course" He stumbled out, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't?"
There was something at the back of your mind, like you could almost think of a name in reply to that. But it was just out of reach.
And whatever it was, it couldn't be more important than the man in front of you.
"Great. Then it's a date"
Oh yeah, whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be more important than Matt Murdock and his dimpled, dazzling, adorable smile…
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