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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

#mani writes ━━ ★#mechahrt #mdni #hajime kashimo #hajime kashimo x black!reader #hajime kashimo x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #black!reader #smut #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #choso x female reader #takuma ino x black!reader

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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Ryomen Sukuna, funny, “Oh, fuck, you’re a demon, aren’t you?!”

I like to think that Sukuna hates being called a demon on principal, so I quite enjoy this one lmao. this one is pretty cannon divergent as it, straight up breaks the rules of curses in jjk but...eh, I'm here for fun lmaoo.

Now Presenting...

starring: Ryomen Sukuna, who is Not A Demon, I'm telling you!!!

You weren’t sure of a lot of things in this world. You weren’t sure about what you wanted from life, or where it would take you. You weren't sure if you were reaching your full potential to find your true purpose, or if you even had one. You really weren’t sure how to do your taxes. But you were absolutely positive about one thing: Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t human. Probably. You didn’t really have any strong evidence to prove your theory, and you didn’t really know the details of what he would be if not human. But, it really did not make any sense for him to be human.

Those were the thoughts going through your head as you sipped your drink and watched him. This fight was going a little too easy for him. You would think that a four on one fight would go in favor of the four, but not with Ryomen. When Brad (at least he looked like a Brad) bumped into you, Sukuna was eager to fight. When Brad called the Kyles (at least they all looked like Kyles) to his side, Sukuna was down right giddy. Now, it had been awhile since you last checked, but as far as you knew, most mortal beings weren’t absolutely stoked to be outnumbered in a fight.

You watched from a safe distance as an audience formed around the fight, the back yard of this house party turning into a no rules MMA match. You saw how his arms flexed as he slammed one of the Kyles head into Brads, the blood shooting out of the victims noses from the impact. You noticed he was holding back. He was making sure no one saw him turn their skulls into cherry pie filling, least the cops get called. But what mortal man had the strength to smash someones head into red mist with their bare hands?

Brad collapsed to his knees after the attack, and with the pack leader down the other Kyles had no direction. Wanting to keep their blood firmly in their bodies, they scattered, like roaches when the kitchen light comes on. Only there was only two of them left, so it was fairly easy for Ryomen to grab one of the men and throw him into the other. The group of drunkards cheered at the brutal display of violence, but you couldn't help but wonder how he had moved to grab them that fast. Almost as if he had super speed.

Once the job was clearly done, he jogged over to you, laughing with other party goers as they congratulated him on a job well done. “Hey, we gotta go,” He said, wrapping his arm around you while you finished your drink, “One of those assholes are for sure going to call their daddy to have em sue.” He joked. You nodded, throwing your cup into one of the outdoor trashcans. This wasn’t your scene anyway, you greatly preferred concerts- like the ones you actually met Ryomen at. But you came to these parties for him, and he came to them for the promise of violence that came with them. Or, maybe violence just followed Sukuna around. Either way.

“Yea, this place smells like piss and cheetos,” You said as you followed him out, “Kinda what I’d imagine a Call of Duty lobby would smell like in real life.”

“Makes sense, I’ve heard like four people talk about the “party ratio,” this place is full of incels.” He agreed.

“Why did we come here again?” You questioned as the two of you walked out of the house.

“Free booze and free entertainment.” He grinned. The two of you walked to your car, but he got in the drivers seat. Which, yea fair, you were pretty slozzled at this point. You got in the front and handed him your keys. The two of you drove around with the windows down for awhile, no doubt to try and sober you up. It was quiet, but not awkwardly so. Don’t Fear the Reaper played softly on the radio, and you felt a strange peace.

You looked at Ryomen, hair blowing in the wind while he smoked out of the window, singing along softly to the old song. There was something so strangely beautiful about him. His sharp face tattoos accentuating his sharp features, his muscular form highlighted gorgeously by moonlight. His (you’d like it noted for the record: supernaturally) red eyes looked almost gentle in the dim light. He looked at you and flashed you a breathtakingly sharp grin.

“What?” He asked with a giggle too soft to come from him. He had almost a weird..glamor to him. Something that you had only read about in cheesy early 2000s paranormal romance novels. You know the ones, derivative Twilight knock offs focusing on shapeshifters and demi-gods, angels and-

Oh Motherfucker!

“Oh, fuck You’re a demon, aren’t you?!” You accused, sitting straighter in your seat. It wiped the grin off his face only to very quickly replace it with a look of confusion.

“What?” He asked, this time with less playful mirth and more genuine confusion, and maybe a little bit of offense for a little bit of spite.

“You’re a demon!” You yelled again, “You’re super fast, super strong, super hot-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted,

“You’re a demon!” You shouted louder this time.

“I’m not a demon Y/n.” He scoffed taking a drag from his cigarette, “Demons follow a judeo-christian definition of religion, which is not real,” he rolled his eyes, “The concept of angels and demons, heaven and hell, it’s about as real as the concept of the easter bunny or inflation. It’s something entirely made up by humans for humans to make their lives harder and have an excuse to feel better than other humans. It’s not actually A thing.”

“Then what are you?!” You demanded, “You keep calling us humans, implying you’re not, so what are you!”

“I’m a curse.” He said it as if it was obvious, like he thought you knew. It kinda stunned you. You didn't expect to get a confession that easy. “I’m the King of Curses to be specific.” Ok, the pride and smugness he said that with definitely implied it should mean something to you. It didn’t.

“Is that like, being the lord of the flies?” You asked.

“No, I’m not a fucking demon!” He growled in frustration, “Those aren’t real, I’m a curse!”

“Well then, what’s a curse?”

“A curse is a spiritual being that’s essentially made entirely out of negative emotions. Fear, loss, loneliness, anger, all of it comes together to make us.” He explained quickly, as if it was all common sense.

“....So a demon?” You clarified. He hit his head on the steering wheel, one quick hit, before regaining his composure.

“No, not a demon.”

“It sounds like a demon.”

“Well it’s not!”

“Well whats the difference?”

“I’m real!” He snapped, finishing his cigarette and throwing it out the window. Which, fucking ick, that's littering.

“I don’t know man, that's kind of a weak difference,” You pointed out, “That's like saying that cake isn’t real because I made a sweet, fluffy, chocolate flavored bread covered with icing. Like, you can call it bread all you want, it’s still cake.” You argued, trying to point out the flaws in his argument.

“Cake is fundamentally different from bread, Y/n” He laughed to keep from crashing the car. Why did he keep you around again?

“Then what is the fundamental difference between demons and curses?! And don’t say religion, demons are found in countless religions and mythologies, Oni’s have been around way longer than christianity!” You demanded, pointing a finger at him with wide eyes so he knew you were serious.

“The fundamental difference is…it’s-” Oh shit, he was actually struggling to find a solid answer. “It’s different okay!”

“Aww, baby, do you not want to admit you’re a demon?” You cooed, leaning in and pursing your lips at him in mock pity. He white knuckle gripped your steering wheel and refused to look at you.

“Talk to me in that tone of voice again and I’ll show you what a demon is.” He warned, low and dark. It sent a chill down your spine, sending your inner prey animal into an anxious tizzy. That deep primordial panic couldn’t distract you from the fact you won though.

“Ha! So you admit it! You are a demon!” You laughed.

“I didn’t admit anything!” He snapped.

“Yes you did, yes you did! How are you going to show me a demon if you’re not one, checkmate Atheist!” You sang between fits of giggles.

“You are the one person in the world that would keep fighting me after I threaten them, do you know that?” He sighed, shaking his head. He remembered why he kept you around. You were the only person left with the balls to challenge him.

“So you admit you’re a demon?” You asked, wanting the gold metal. He groaned.

“Yes! Fine! Sure! Whatever! In your incredibly small human experience and definitions, I suppose I could be considered something akin to a demon, I fucking guess! Are you happy now?! Is this what you want?!” He yelled. You grinned and nodded.

“Yea, that’s all I wanted. We can drop it now.” You shrugged, relaxing into your seat again.

“Thank you, Jesus fuck,” Sukuna grumbled, using the opportunity of a stop sign to light another cigarette before driving again. There was a tense quite that fell over the car. For all of 2 minuets before you broke it.

“Can we go to What-a-burger?” You asked.

“Oh yea, I’m already on the way there.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #demon!sukuna #demon sukuna #demon sukuna x reader #nobody likes you when you're 23

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jadededge · 3 months

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Siren | Christian Yu - Ch. 3

Pairing: Christian x You

Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut, slight Horror

Rating: M

Summary: That voice. It started calling me during the darkest moments of the night, like a siren luring me further into the deep and it has continued for weeks.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Tonight, I was afraid to fall asleep. I was certain the man—the thing—I was seeing in my dreams was my new boss. But I couldn't understand how this was happening. How was any of this real?

I thought of calling my closest friend Talia, but as I went over what I would say in my head, it sounded insane. Nobody would believe me. Perhaps I should check myself into an in-patient program. Though deep down, I don't think even they could help me either.

I'm also angry that I was lulled into a false sense of security with no issues for a week just to have it ripped from under me. This seemed to be intentional. But what does he want with me? And to top it all off, I found myself attracted to him. Even the being in my dream was stunning. I silently yearned beneath his touch, hoping for more.

"I must be a real sicko." I say to myself.

What frightened me the most was also what thrilled me. He had complete control over me. I was merely an instrument of his will, and I was completely powerless to resist. Even now, cowering away at home, he's all I think about. It was like he was invading my thoughts and entering my mind without my permission. There was no escape from his grasp. What would happen at work? If Christian is indeed the one who has been haunting me, what will he bring to the real world?

My mind was racing through these thoughts so much that I didn't realize I had drifted to sleep…

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"Darling…" I hear whispered into my ear. Still in the dark, I don't quite stir. I hear a chuckle. "You didn't want to fall asleep, and yet here you are."

Familiar voice. I think.

I slowly start to wake up and attempt to open my eyes. "Christian."

He chuckles again. "Not quite." I feel a thumb carressing my cheek.

I bolt right up and open my eyes wide. It's him but with a white eye. I look around quickly and notice I'm in the same place as before, but I'm placed on a chaise.

"What's going on? You're definitely Christian. Why are you doing this?" I rush out.

He just smiles and shakes his head. "I'm not Christian, but I can see why you might think that." He pauses, looking at me with a knowing expression. "The truth is, I'm someone who's not entirely different."

He turns his back to me and walks across the room, still talking to me. "As for 'why' It's fun?" He laughs again. This time is throaty and loud.

He's speaking in riddles and obviously enjoying himself. I don't think this is funny at all. In fact, i'm starting to get pissed off. "Well, I'm glad you think torturing me is funny, but this is not a game."

He turns back to face me. "That's where you have it wrong. It IS a game."

"Well, I don't want to play. I want to go home."

"No." He says simply

"No?"

"No." He repeats calmly.

"I don't have time for this shit, Christian or not Christian. Whatever you are. I'm not playing anymore." I try to stand up and stumble. My legs aren't quite awake; I must've been out for awhile.

"Sit." A deep voice speaks in my ear. But the thing is still across the room. Smiling.

Just like before, my body moves on its own. And I'm forced to sit back down.

"And shut up." He sits in that same chair like it's a throne. "You ask a lot of questions. I'm not sure you want to know all the answers. I'm not sure it matters."

I scoff. "Of course it matters. You've been stalking me for weeks. Controlling me in my dreams. And then, you or not you walks into my job. So either answer my questions, send me back, or kill me and get it over with, if that's your plan."

I'm hoping he doesn't call my bluff, but it's clear that he is aware of my fear, but I do not know how. Maybe I can throw him off by pretending to be brave.

He laughs again. "You're funny. I'm not going to kill you. I might hurt you. But you'll like that."

I shivered as my mind wandered through the possibilities. "So, what do you want?"

"You. I thought that was clear." He says, tilting his head slightly.

Clearly, he's trying to be vague. "Yes, that is clear. What do you want to do with me, besides play to play?"

"That's it. Mostly…" He smirks as if he knows a secret.

I study him. "What are you?" He looks like a man, but I know he's not. Not entirely. As he said.

He tsks and shakes his head. "Again, you ask too many questions. If I told you everything now, what fun would I miss out on watching you try to figure it out? You're going to wake up now. But i'll be seeing you soon."

I feel myself being tugged from this place. I wasn't ready to leave quite yet. My curiosity was getting the better of me.

"Wait. Will you at least tell me your name?" I ask before I'm pulled away completely.

As I lay down and my eyes slowly close, I look at his face, mouth not moving but I hear that same deep voice whisper again into my ear just before drift into darkness. "Mito."

#dpr ian #DPR #dpr ian smut #dpr ian fanfic #kpop fanfic #krnb fanfic #Smut #eventual smut #romance #christian yu fanfic #christian yu smut

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the-way-of-words · 9 months

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Sing A Song For California

Nick Folio x Ofc (Mel) Content Warnings: oral sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don't be dumb like these guys, wrap it up) Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. None of this happened. If this isn't your thing though, then hit the back button or scroll on. So, this started as a smut prompt (found here) request from an anon for Folio with the prompt of Louder/Quieter and it uh, kinda took on a life of its own. Sorry about that. This is a follow up to All We've Got's Tonight and happens to be PolyVerse adjacent. Seriously, I don't know why I'm like this. But anyways. Have at it! And dear anon, I hope you enjoy.

Tag team: @ladyveronikawrites, @nerdraging4point0, @cncohshit, @jxstthisonce, @shaydayhere, @kingdomof-omens, @no-clean-thoughts

My master list can be found here.

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<NF> So, you're in L.A., huh?

Mel looks up, confused, swings her head around to see she can spot him, but he's nowhere to be found.

<Mel> … You stalking me Nick Folio?

<NF> And if I am?

<Mel> I own pepper spray, you know

<NF> Hah. I promise to behave

…

I may have been checking out your Instagram… and what a coincidence, we're in the same city.

Her cheeks heat. She hasn't seen him since he convinced her to come to his show, days after they met. It's been awhile, months in fact, but it's hard to forget how his hands felt on her body, the heat of him against her. It doesn't help that every now and then she gets a text, or a dm on Instagram; just to check in, say hi. She's very proud of herself for keeping it casual, for not going any deeper, as if she were trying to build something.

<Mel> That is quite the coincidence.

<NF> Would it be too much to ask if I could see you?

It shouldn't be such a complicated question to answer, but it is. If Mel's honest with herself, she wouldn't mind seeing him again; has thought of that night plenty of times in the dark of her bedroom when she's feeling lonely. Not that she'd let him know that.

<Mel> That's bold of you. For all you know, I could be here with a boyfriend.

She isn’t. She’s been in town visiting her sister this week, but he doesn’t need to know that.

<NF> You got a boyfriend, honey?

Honey. The word spreads heat through her. She can still hear the almost taunting way he said it after he left a hickey on her neck. Can see the self-satisfied smirk on his face, proud of the proof they'd been together that'd stay even after he was gone. He's got a possessive streak, she thinks, and she doesn't know if it stokes the fire, or gets on her nerves more.

<Mel> …No. But the thought of you squirming a bit was worth it.

Even though it's probably not the smartest decision, Mel gives in; gives in to the pull in her gut. She might be mad at herself for it in the morning, but that's tomorrow's problem.

<Mel> … When would you have in mind?

They meet at some restaurant Mel knows she won't remember the name of. It's awkward, or at least it is on her side; it feels more like a date than she thinks it should. The place is casual, and she appreciates that, but it still seems a little much for something they both know is just going to end with sex. As loath as she is to admit it though, she missed him, missed his stupid face and the ways he can make her laugh.

There's a get-together tonight, at his bandmates' house, and he wants her to come, if you want to. It's said in a rush, almost like he's afraid she'll say no, and it's cute; how nervous he seems. Mel says yes, in the end, because why not? She's already here, sitting at this table with him… and what’s that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound and all that.

And that’s how Mel finds herself with a beer in her hand, sitting next to Nick Folio in the living room of a strange house, playing the most intense game of Uno she’s ever seen.

“Uno.”

The statement comes from the only other woman in the house, Holly, and Mel’s realizing she might be why the game is so heated. The other woman smirks into her remaining card as the men around them groan, and she can’t help but laugh. They’ve played three previous rounds and the woman in question has won all of them.

“Haven’t you won enough?” Nick asks beside her, eyeing Holly suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re not cheating?”

The woman scoffs, “It’s not my fault you all suck this game…” she trails off to point at Mel, “except her… she’s kept me on my toes the entire night.”

It’s true, if anyone has been close to beating Holly, it’s been her, and even as she tries to keep a straight face, Mel can’t stop the smile that curves her lips up. She’s next to declare Uno and thanks to Nick serving a reverse card, she wins the game, effectively stealing the other woman’s fourth win. Whatever she was thinking a “get-together” full of band dudes was going to be, it wasn’t this. It seems more like an intimate gathering among friends and it’s got her insides at war with each other; she’s a little giddy at the fact that he seems comfortable enough to bring her around his friends, but panic wants to take root in her belly. This is feeling like more than a casual hook up.

Yet despite the pterodactyls flying in her stomach she accepts the high-fives and congratulations with glee.

One by one, they seem to drop. First, Jolly, the tall Swede who plays the guitar in their band, bids them good night; leaving with a kiss pressed to Holly’s cheek. Next is the other Nick, the bassist, who everyone seems to call Nick or Nicholas, referring to the man who brought her here by last name only. Mel finds herself a little curious when he pauses after he says goodnight, leaning into Holly for a split second before seeming to catch himself. He jerks back, putting a little more space between them before kissing Holly on the cheek as well. Then it’s just the four of them.

Conversation flows. The easy back and forth she has with Nick seems to extend to Holly and Noah as well, and Mel takes the time to observe the other two. She’s sure they’re a thing. There’s a closeness between them that speaks of more than casual friendship. Yet before this moment, she was almost sure that Holly and Nicholas were the item. It’s information Mel files away for later, to ask Nick about if she gets a chance. They don’t stay for much longer though, long enough for the woman to pull the promise of a rematch from Mel before she and Noah walk hand in hand up the stairs.

The room feels charged as soon as they’re alone. Almost as if the only thing holding them at bay were the others in the room. Heat warms in her gut when he turns his head, smiling at her a split second before reaching for her. Mel goes willingly, allowing him to pull her into his lap and his tongue into her mouth as soon as their lips meet.

His kiss is as good as she remembers, so is the sound he makes against her mouth when her fingers weave into his hair and tug. He retaliates by slipping his hand under her shirt, working it up her torso until he can pull one cup of her bra down to pluck her nipple. She can feel herself clench around nothing as she pulls her mouth away to whimper.

“Shhh,” he shushes her, bringing her mouth back to his, even as his fingers continue to tease. Mel can’t remember the last time she was in this position; making out in a stranger’s house with a guy she doesn’t really know. It reminds her of times long past but before she can let herself spiral too much about how she’s too old for this and any other reasons she should stop, Mel decides to allow herself another night with Nick Folio and save any self doubt for the day after.

His hand abandons her chest to join the other one at her waist, both of them gripping tight to help grind her down against him. They groan into each other’s mouths, abruptly pulling apart when they hear a thud from the ceiling above.

“Are your friends going to mind if we…” She asks, panting.

Nick chuckles, breathless, “Nah, Holly’s here… which at the very least will keep Nicholas and Noah occupied, if not Jolly too.” He kisses at her neck as his hands leave her waist to grasp the hem of her shirt, distracting her before she can even begin to dissect what he just said. “And if we stay quiet enough, there won’t be a reason for any of them to come looking.”

Whatever thoughts or concerns she had about his bandmates—and Holly—fly out the window when he nips the skin of her throat; her fingers tightening their grip on his hair the moment he sucks at a particular spot. “You are not leaving another hickey on me.” Mel makes sure he can hear the adamance in her voice.

He looks up at her and smirks, “What’s the matter, honey?” There it is again, honey. Her insides turn molten when he says it, even as the cocky asshole continues, “Didn’t you like having something to remember me by?”

“I think you liked the thought of marking me as yours.” She throws back at him, leaning in to capture his lips again before giving him any time to answer. He kisses her back roughly, as if he knows exactly what she’s doing, but he lets her do as she pleases, letting her kiss down his neck to nip at his own throat. She sits back to tug at his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting her pull it from his body and Mel remembers how her mouth watered at the sight of his dick last time. How much she wanted to feel the weight on her tongue, so that’s exactly what she sets out to do.

She kisses a path down his chest, noting the ink now covering the expanse, sliding backwards on his lap until she can get to her knees on the floor. His pupils are wide in the low light of the living room when she looks up at him, his hands flexing and releasing against his thighs.

“I seem to remember you telling me there would be time for this last time. So…” her hands go to the button of his jeans, “are you going to let me have you in my mouth?”

He huffs, “I don’t think you need to ask, but yes.”

Their hands bump against each other as he hastily helps her get his pants shuffled down enough for her to take him in her hand. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking him in a loose grip until his hips lift on their own accord, chasing her hand as she draws back. Nick groans out loud when she licks at the head, wrapping her tongue around it as she closes her lips around the sensitive tip. He whines when she pulls back.

“I think you’re going to need to be a little quieter than that.” Mel says around a smile.

Rolling his eyes, Nick looks down at her, “We’ll see what you say about ‘quieter’ when I get my--”

His words cut off instantaneously, head falling back when she takes him back into her mouth, tonguing his shaft as she works her way down. Mel bobs her head, taking more of him with every pass until her lips meet the base. He’s a mouthful, but she can take it. She lets him rest in her throat as she swallows around him, massaging the underside with her tongue; a trick she learned years ago drives men crazy and Nick is no exception. Tears blur her vision and she finally slides her mouth back, then forward again as she blinks the tears away.

His head is still tipped back when she looks up at him, the long line of his neck exposed and even as his dick is in her mouth, she can’t help but think he’s beautiful like this; lost in the heat of her mouth with his fists clenched tightly in the back cushions of the sofa. Her eyes roll back as he raises his hips to meet her, yet just as they begin to work in tandem he’s patting at her shoulders, running fingers through her hair to her attention.

She hums, continuing to jerk him off when pulls off his cock, “What is it?”

Mel takes pride in the way he rolls his eyes at her, hand closing around her arm lightly to tug her up to him, “Come on… get up here.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“You telling me that if I reach my hand into these shorts of yours, I’m not gonna find you already wet?”

Standing between his legs, she plays with the waistband of her shorts. “Well, why don’t you find out?”

He surges forward, making quick work unfastening her shorts and thank god they have a little give because he doesn’t even bother with the zipper; just tugs them down her legs to let them pool at her feet while his fingers find the real prize. Nick touches her over her panties at first, smirking up at her triumphantly when the pads of his fingers brush against the damp fabric. And when he slips those fingers under the elastic hem, digits nudging through her folds to find her slick opening, she shoots a hand out to grasp his shoulder; something to keep her steady as her head falls back.

“Yeah.. that’s what I thought,” Nick says, and she can hear the smirk in his voice. He teases her, touching her everywhere but where she needs him the most. “Shit, come here.” His hands close around her waist, tugging her down to straddle his lap once again--

Her eyes roll back when she sinks onto him. Fuck, he feels as good as she remembers, splitting her open and filling her in all the right ways. Heat licks at her insides as she moves, want curling in the base of her spine when she closes the gap to bring their mouths together again. His hand weaves into the hair at the nape of her neck, fingers flexing and holding tight, and she moans, the sound swallowed by his mouth. It feels fast, and rough, and desperate, but it's exactly what she needs. Mel falls apart around him the second he presses his thumb to her clit, and he follows straight after, groaning into her mouth as he raises his hips, hilting himself inside her before he stills.

The morning after is less awkward than she expects. They both wake to the smell of fresh coffee and minimal teasing from his bandmates, although Mel’s pretty sure Holly’s presence has something to do with that. While she thought she knew what this was walking into it, every bit of this encounter has felt like something more than just a hook-up between casual acquaintances and she doesn’t quite know how to deal with it. So she doesn’t. She accepts the coffee, and later she lets Nick drive her back to her sister's house instead of calling a cab like she planned.

“So…” He begins as they pull up to the curb in front of her sister’s place. “If I wanted to get to know you more seriously… would you allow it?”

He almost sounds nervous, a far cry from the confident, almost cocky persona she’s accustomed to. His face gives nothing away when she looks at him, eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses.

She shouldn’t, Mel thinks. She should keep this as casual as possible because he’s a rockstar and while she knows they have something, it's something that’s probably better let be. But that is not what she says. No, what she says is, “Maybe.” Because she’ll be damned if she makes it easy for him. She smirks, leaning in to give him a kiss on his cheek before opening the door, “I guess you’ll have to see.”

#nick folio/ofc #nick folio x ofc #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #rpf #bad omens rpf #nick folio fic #nick folio smut #prompt fic

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intimacyequalsdeath · 2 years

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You're My Girl (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

My IT obsession has been reignited. Specifically my obsession with the Bowers gang. This is an idea I have been sitting on for awhile and I hope you guys enjoy! (This is also the first fic trying out a new format in the top section here so lemme know what you think)

Trigger Warnings: None

Notes: Somewhat out of character Patrick Hockstetter.

"Patrick what the fuck?" I asked him as I opened my window.

I had gotten woken up by him throwing pebbles at my window at 2am on a school night and was absolutely not happy with him.

"What?" He shrugged "How else was I supposed to wake you up?" He asked nonchalantly, I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Maybe you could have waited until tomorrow after school and not at 2 in the morning" I seethed through gritted teeth, Patrick laughed at this.

"Get dressed" he demanded

"Excuse me?"

"I said get dressed, the boys and I are going to the quarry and I told them you would come with" He said. I sighed, knowing full well I would rather go to the quarry with my boyfriend and his idiot friends then have to listen to my parents argue when my dad finally gets home from his graveyard shift with Butch Bowers.

I peered down at the lanky boy standing in my backyard and nodded

"Give me five" I said before turning back into the room to get dressed.

Once dressed I climbed down the lattice my dad had put up last summer for my moms plants, and hopped down in front of Patrick himself. The kids at school couldn't believe I had began dating Patrick Hockstetter, especially that I had chosen to date him voluntarily.

We have been together 2 years and still get strange looks, especially from the "Losers club", I don't mind though, it may sound cliché as all hell but Patrick is different with me then he is with everyone else, According to him it's because I'm "Real" though I am never 100 percent sure what he means when he says that.

Patrick wrapped his lanky arms around my waste and pulled me in for a kiss, and Patrick being Patrick he shoved his tongue into my mouth, at this point I had accepted that Patrick Hockstetter does not kiss "Normally".

"Yeah, because we came all this way to watch you guys suck face" Said a very peeved Henry Bowers from his place leaning on the Trans am.

Patrick pulled away and flipped him the bird.

"Don't be jealous Bowers" He snickered, throwing an arm around me and leading me to join the rest of the boys at Belch's car.

Henry scoffed and rolled his eyes as he got into his usual shotgun seat in the front. Vic and Belch snickered as they joined henry in the car, Patrick opened his side door and stepped out of the way so I could slide in between him and Vic.

"Malady" He said dramatically bowing and putting his hand out to help me into the car, I giggled and slid in next to Vic. Patrick got in and immediately gathered me in his arms to place me in my usual spot of his lap. Not that he doesn't trust Vic, he just likes to show what's his to any possible passing members of the Losers club as it is well known that quite a few might have a crush on me.

Belch follow the all too familiar roads of Derry until we reached the quarry. The boys one by one piled out of Amy, I went to get out but Patrick grabbed my arm halting me in place until he climbed out of the car.

"What are we even doing here at 2am?" I asked him, The loosers club would all be at home in bed by now along with most of the rest of the town so I didn't see much of a point. Patrick shrugged while closing the car door.

"It was the only time Henry could escape his old man, and all of us were awake anyway so we figured why not" I was almost shocked.

"Wow, the big bad Bowers' gang finally isn't fueled by the thought of bullying little kids" I teased him, He rolled his eyes as we followed the rest of the gang to the edge of the cliff.

We had all been at the quarry for maybe an hour when I heard another car pull up, I turned my focus away from Patrick and the gang and noticed what appeared to be a police car in the darkness.

"Hey hen?" I asked getting nervous.

"Yeah Y/n?" Henry answered, not noticing what I was seeing yet.

"Isn't that your old man?" I asked as I watched a figure get out of the car and make his way over to us, as the figure got closer it was obvious that it was Butch Bowers.

All the boys attention snapped to where I was looking as Butch approached us.

"Well, Well" He started when he was close enough "Look what we have here, It's 3 am on a school night, you kids should be at home" He said looking at Henry "Especially you" I heard him say under his breath when he got close enough to Henry.

Patrick had moved me slightly behind him silently hoping Butch wouldn't notice me, My dad worked with him on the force and surely he would go blabbing off about me hanging around his son and his friends. Patrick also knew what kind of man Butch was and didn't want me anywhere near him.

Butch continued to walk towards us to get closer when I heard his footsteps stop.

"Y/LN?" I heard him question, Shit. I stepped out from behind Patrick so he could see me but I still had the barrier.

"Yes sir?" I asked him, Through the darkness I could see a sick smile stretch across his face.

"Wait until your old man hears about you being out here with four boys at night" He snickered

"She's my girlfriend sir" Patrick spoke up "Not some whore" I nudged Patrick to get him to shut up, Butch Bowers was not one to be talked back too and I didn't want the already bad situation to worsen.

"What was that boy?" Butch asked, getting in Patrick's face, Patrick squared his shoulders and made direct eye contact with Butch.

"Patrick lets just go" I pleaded with him, really not wanting him to get into a fight with Butch Bowers of all people.

"You should listen to her, All you kids should take your asses home and don't let me catch any of you out here this late again" Butch commanded stepping back from Patrick and glancing to Henry.

"Except you boy, You're riding home with me" He said to him before turning back to his Cruiser, I sent Henry a sad glance as he followed behind his father.

Patrick, Belch, Vic and me all briskly walked back to the trans am and piled in. On the way back to our respective houses we were silent, Henry's empty seat being loud enough for all of us, even Patrick was quiet. When we pulled up to my house I got out and then motioned for Patrick to follow, he looked surprised at this.

"My dad won't be back until later this morning, Please pats" I begged, He smiled and nodded following me out of the car and into the house. After what happened with Butch I didn't want to be alone, Belch pulled off as we entered the dark house, He followed me upstairs and right into my bed after getting comfortable, he wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest.

"You don't have to worry about Butch Bowers baby" He whispered as my eyes were slowly shutting as I drifted off, "I won't let anyone touch you ever, You're my girl"

#patrick hockstetter #slasher x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter x reader #it chapter one #bowers gang #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins

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vinecradle · 1 year

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15 OMG - communication is important (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

blue is for scaramouche!

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you were pacing around back and forth in your room, torn in your own words that you've said to scaramouche.

fuck. why did i say it like that? i didn't mean to make it sound like i was asking him out for a date!

you groaned in frustration, and put your right hand on your chest. "its okay, yn! its okay. its okay! it'll be fine. haha. it'll be fine..!!" you spoke to no one else but yourself, opening the door to your closet.

"this'll take awhile..."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

4:01. crap, i'm fucking late!! we agreed to meet up at 4, what if he gets upset for me arriving late..?

you continued to walk quickly and gently knocked your head, sighing in anxiety. and not long after, you arrived to the celestia cafe.

looking around the cafe, you then spotted scaramouche ordering as you approached him to tap his shoulder.

"sorry, im late! where did you seat..?" you whispered into his ear, and soon approached the place to where he pointed. not paying attention to his crimson flushed ears.

going through your bag, you took out a small black cat keychain with a little bow on its left ear. smiling to yourself whilst looking at the said keychain, placing it on the table for scaramouche as he walked back again and sat down in front of you.

"hm? what's this keychain for?" he asked confusingly, slightly tilting his head sideways as he takes out his phone from his bag.

you sweatdropped and mentally screamed to yourself, wondering why you even did this. "well.. i feel bad for acting a tiny bit distant two days ago, even if it was on text... i feel the need to explain stuff out to you rather than us being stuck between a barrier of miscommunication.. and basically i have random days where i just get upset randomlly for no reason, so.."

he hummed, understanding where you're coming from. "no, it's alright. as long as you're fine then i don't mind the slight distance. and are you sure it's for no reason? i just want the best for you. so, this keychain's for me?" scaramouche questioned, holding up the cat keychain delicately, as if it would break if not handled carefully.

you sighed in relief at his words, feeling not as uptight as before. "thank you.. and yeah, of course..! and i'll try to message you from now on, then, scara." you smiled but then started waving your hands around frantically as you came to a realization. "wait, i can call you that in real life, right?! if i can't, i'll stop!!"

scaramouche just chuckled and gave a gentle pat to your head, standing up as he heard the call of his name. "call me whatever you like, yn." he spoke, leaving thr table as you hid your heated face to the palm of your hands.

fuck.. i can't do this. layla, nilou, kaveh, help me, he's so pretty..! i'm going to scream any second now.

you chuckled softly to yourself at kaveh's realization, peeking over to look at scaramouche only to see him already looking over at you.

"scara, did you block one of my friends on twitter?" you stiffled in a laugh, finding the situation quite funny, ableit hilarious.

scaramouche just shrugged and took a last sip of his coffee, slightly scowling at the sweet taste but smiled softly as he looked towards you. "probably, i block most people from our school. usually loud and obnoxious people." and he stood up once he finished it, reaching out his hand to you. "its almost 5:30 now, let's go back to the akademiya."

you swear you could've exploded right there and then, and feigned a slight cough in embarrassment as you took his hand. "okay." you managed to let out as he dragged you out of the cafe, his hand leaving yours after reaching outside.

"searching it would take awhile, so it was great of you to take up my offer on drinking one of the coffees i ordered." he gently ruffled your hair, walking ahead first but quickly turned back as he realized you weren't walking beside him. "yn?"

you snapped out of your daze and quickly followed after him, "sorry!" scaramouche nodded and continued walking. and as you walk beside him, you looked down and realized he'd used the keychain to his belt for the time being.

• guys

• im sorry if this was ooc my brain wasn't working that well and i'm far too lazy to proofread 😭

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

author's note :: im praying that i can execute future chapters well so this smau wont be corny or anything like that.. so sorry if it is, its my first time writing after all 🥲

taglist, opened (1/3) :: @aeongiies @hrtswinter @zyilas @cofijelli @stuckinadreamland06 @elyionaa @thenightsflower @ohmyfinggod @mikctp @cherrybeomgyu @raideneiari @sakiimeo @xiaosonlybeloved @simp4bakuh03 @kunikuzushiit bolded cannot be tagged!

#genshin impact #genshin impact smau #genshin au #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact au #genshin modern au #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smau #vinecradle #omg vinecradle smau #genshin smau

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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remus lupin x reader

🌙 dancing in the moonlight 🌙 Remus: apple pie by Lizzy Mcalpine

i went off topic but u guys love me

warnings -> james and sirius are dicks but they mean well ! , none i'm kidding <3 unedited !! might not even make sense im struggling ^_^

nothing ever felt truly right to you, you worried a lot about the future, whilst also never enough.

you could never answer their questions, "what will you do after hogwarts?" you always felt embarrassed when you lacked a reply, lacked something meaningful like others.

teachers, nurses, officials— it all felt pointless to you.

or when they asked what'd happened to the last person you'd dated, or perhaps when you'd get engaged, even celebrity crushes never lasted. your mind could never settle on someone, or something.

nowadays you warned anyone you met, anyone at all. you'd made excuses, maybe you couldn't handle being tied down, maybe you'd never make for a loving parent. who knew.

it wasn't different for remus. not at first.

—

"this seat taken?" he hummed, sitting in the seat before you could even answer. truth be told the library was silent, as long as he kept quite the seat was his.

"i guess now it is." you retorted, eyes never leaving the book in front of you. you weren't necessarily indulged in the guide, but you did need to get your classwork done and this was the first step.

his eyes seemed to linger on you, you could feel it. like he was analysizing you, as if he didn't quite understand something about you. but it really made you rather uneasy.

"you're in my defense against the dark arts class, aren't you? the one with the loud mouth?"

"excuse me?" you looked at him, he gave you a questioned look as if he failed to see the problem with his remark. but, it hadn't even been the right person he was thinking about.

"always saying shitty jokes in class? expecting people to laugh? if that doesn't ring a bell—"

"we're not in the same class. i'm a friend of lily's, if you find me familiar. now please keep your remarks to yourself, i'm rather busy. it is the library."

he seemed a bit suprise by the outburst you portrayed, however he simply stared. almost in awe, most people ignored his remarks or simply moved on— mostly on account of his pranking reputation.

he left after awhile, only to tell his friends of what happened. james and sirius agreeing that their next target ought to be you, without remus' permission, and without telling peter— who was known to be a fowl liar.

the idea was to call it a revenge plan, with no real ill intent involved. truth be told, no one was really upset with you for telling remus off, the boys, including remus, likely would have taken your side.

however, any chance to prank someone was taken, and quickly. even if they often took it too far.

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that day was no different, walking down a long corridor on your way to potions class. you never liked the dungeons of the castle, but you were more than willing to venture there for an a.

you happened to have this class with sirius, james, and lily. james had almost ratted himself out to lily, therefore the seat next to her was open— sirius having forced him to sit with him.

days with lily at your side were always the best days, potions class went by easily with the talented red head. plus homework was always made better with her.

"hey." you greeted, pulling out the stool and sitting in it.

"boy am i glad to see you," she began, a glare shooting james' way, "watch out for those two, they're acting weird. asked me where you sit the other day."

your gaze followed her glare, focusing on the two boys who were holding back snickers. you sighed, remembering the run in with remus the other day.

"i accidentally snapped at lupin the other day, i didn't think he'd take it to heart or anything."

she shrugged, promising she'd try to talk them out of it before the lecture began.

lily walked you to your next class, knowing the boys wouldn't try anything with her at your side. but, she couldn't do much else till the end of the day.

the day seemed to drag on, worried that at any moment you'd turn purple and fly to the moon— an exaggeration, maybe, but it was still as terrifying as that.

with the marauders boys you never knew— any moment you could have a mob of angry people thinking you disliked a particular band, or perhaps a proffesor would make you beg for forgiveness for something you hadn't done.

it wasn't until you stood covered in red and gold paint as people pointed and laughed, that you knew what your fate was. you wanted to shrink into yourself and never face anyone again.

even your housemates— friends, albeit everyone but lily and remus himself were laughing. with lily in shock, it forced remus to be the first to act. he was at your side within an instant, a glare shot straight at his friends who no longer found the ordeal funny.

he pulled you from the audience's eyes, forced to comply with no other hope you allowed him to. you could feel the anger flustering in your chest, you wanted to smack his pretty face. push him down, maybe even kick him while he's down.

"here." he slid his robes off, helping you pull yours off. luckily, you'd had the buttons done at the front, unintentionally shielding the dress shirt and slacks underneath them. you stared at the robes he extened to you, it didn't make much sense.

"why are you doing this? haven't you had your fun, lupin." his name sounded like poison on your tongue, if you'd been looking at him you would've seen his proper wince. he knew it looked bad for him, but explaining himself over helping you would have made everything worse.

"i really do mean well." he sighed, still extending the robes to you, having thrown yours to the side. "i had nothing to do with that, my pranks are much more.. organized."

he only continued when you threw him a glare, he was digging a hole. "i didn't mean for them to do this, really. you don't have to believe me, but at least take these and then you can be on your way."

your face softened after moments of silence, as much as you hated to admit it he was right. his prank would've ruined you, whilst theirs simply put a damper on your day. he was offering you robes because he was sympathetic to you, he didn't feel you deserved that.

you took the robes, looking at him, "thanks." you paused, there was a funny feeling settling in your chest. unfamiliar, yet you could identify it. the feeling of security, safety, possibly the idea of a future.

even if you could've walked away, you found yourself looking back at him, "are you my classmate, the loud mouth?"

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req from -> @loving-and-dreaming

remus tags -> @loser-fics @diorgirl444 @doyouknowwhoyouare13

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n

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amyisherenowitsokay · 6 months

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Dude, what if for like the soulmate AU Gaz found out first.. like that would rlly crazy

Like idk she got that Irken for babies book like in RE:MHNY2 and was like “EW >:0”

I'm loving the many anon theories on how the Soulmate AU could've gone down differently, it's making me laugh. I'm glad my fic is living in your headspaces.

My initial thought is that if Gaz found out first, it would've been through Dib. Once he realized his soulmate's name was in Irken, he could've theoretically stolen a translator and figured shit out on his own. Gaz probably would've refused to know until curiosity got the better of her one day and then freaked the fuck out.

Of all the names, and all the Irkens, her soulmate is the alien most accessible to her. Somehow, someway, he just so happened to show up on Earth right at the same time and even in the same place she is. Those kind of odds are freaky. Destined/fated/universal alignment levels of freaky. Gaz would've had a constant spiral about 'why' to pretty much everything. Why Zim? Why her? Why them? All kinds of shit.

She definitely wouldn't have told Dib, and obviously would never have told Zim. She'd go from casual indifference to fully hiding from him. Zim would notice eventually, but he'd just assume she was super scared of his amazingness or something. It would never occur to him to dig deeper. Not initially. I don't think Zim would actually register anything until after Dib and Tak's situation got sorted out. Zim would probably not have hung around as staunchly and been so generous with his equipment/time as he would've in the fic, when he was aware Gaz was his soulmate, but he would've still been paranoid about them going back on their deal enough to check in on them frequently in between repairing his base. He'd register Gaz's avoidance as a hinderance to their mission, and start cornering her on it. Especially when he notices Gaz isn't remotely nervous around Tak, but still actively hides from Zim. He's the superior Irken, duh, but still, it wouldn't sit quite right.

At that point, with Dib and Tak occupied, he'd fixate on this new puzzle. Gaz naturally panics and doubles down on avoiding him, sometimes not leaving the house for days, until Dib and Tak's adventures leave her home alone long enough for Zim to barge in and demand some answers. Big ol arguments would ensue, Gaz would deny anything and everything until Zim starts listing all the ways she avoids him, maybe even rambling about the weird way she watches Dib and Tak's human-to-Irken relationship before it clicked.

Gaz fights tooth and nail to keep him away, but Zim in serious-mode is way more of a threat than she could keep off. It would be about as much of a fight as the cafeteria scene was for Dib in the original fic, when Zim reveals Tak's name to Dib as a kid. When he read it, he'd probably just sit for awhile. Shocked, but like Gaz, all the weird pieces and behavior would slot into place. Gaz would leave him and hide in her room while he sat on their couch, and eventually come down maybe the next day to find him still there.

They'd probably have a real quiet conversation from there, honestly. Gaz would've at this point spent so long avoiding Zim that she'd be too burnt out to fight, and Zim would be in a state of quiet understanding. A being in the universe needed him, and was destined for him. Zim. Just an Irken soldier. One of schmillions. To go from being a faceless drone to being singularly handpicked by the universe for someone would be a whole crisis for him, understandably. Contrarily, Gaz spent her whole life fighting to maintain her individuality and not simply be another girl chained to a soulmate she didn't get to pick, and didn't want. From there though, I think they'd manage to work something out. Less explosive then Zim knowing first, and less chaotic then everyone knowing, but they'd still find their way. <3

#invader zim #gaz #zim #zagr #ravenfollower13 #iz #amyisherenowansweringyou #fanfiction #ao3 #soulmate au #ill write au's to my au and you'll all sit there and like it dammit

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aylinaliens · 1 year

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what bl do you recommend for someone who never manages to watch more than three episodes of the bl series out there, doesn't like super cheesy romance so the thai white-shirted boys don't work, doesn't want too much hot and heavy stuff so kinnporsche doesn't work, doesn't want pointless second hand embarrassment, doesn't want sexuality discovery, doesn't want women constantly trying to break the couple, wants to laugh a little but doesn't want a comedy, a bl for someone very picky who just wants to have a good time honestly. i've tried a lot of bls but all of them seem like the same thing over and over. i'm almost hopeless in finding a bl to watch and i'm asking because the way i see it you're quite the expert on the area

Hello anon!! I feel your pain :( I was in like a year slump when it came to BL because everything seemed to mesh together. It can feel hopeless but you just have to find that “one” to pull you in. Unfortunately, it sometimes takes a lot of trial and error. I went through and complied a list of BL that hopefully you haven’t tried seen before. But definitely try to experiment with BL from different countries because each country has different “niches.” I really hope one of these works for you though <3

He’s Coming to Me (8ep x 75min || Youtube)

In this short supernatura Thai romance BL, a young man (Thun, played by Ohm Pawat), tries to help a kind ghost (Mes, played by Singto Prachaya) figure out the mystery behind his death. As they work on unraveling secrets, discovering betrayal, and navigating life (slash the afterlife), Mes and Thun fall in love. If you like your BL to be heartwarming & wholesome (but not too sweet it’ll give you cavities) with a dose of angst give HCTM a try. *HCTM is still one of the most underrated BL out there. It does have a tad bit of sexuality discovery but it’s handled in a very nuance and beautiful way.

History 2: Right or Wrong (8ep x 25min || Viki)

One of the more underappreciated additions to the HIStory series, History 2: Right or Wrong gives us a BL about a divorced single father and a college student. It has found family, age gap (done in a healthy manner), and wonderfully fleshed-out characters. If you like a more mature romance that isn't heavy on the Kinnporsche-level steamy skinship, domestic fluff that actually has a plot, and characters actually going through character development I highly rec History 2: Right or Wrong.

GAYA SA PELIKULA/Like in the Movies (8ep x 30min || Youtube)

Gaya Sa Pelikula came out during the Great Wave of 2020 PINOY BLs and it still holds its stop as my #1 BL during that year. I know you want to avoid sexuality discovery but I still had to include this for the simple fact that it's top-notch. Gaya Sa Pelikua is about Karl and Vlad, two different people from two different walks of life who ends up living as housemates for awhile. Karl is suffocating under the pressure of his family while Vlad is getting over a breakup. They intially don’t get along but as time goes by they help each other actually live rather than just going through the motion. If you like your BL to be packed with emotion and to actually discuss LGBTQ+ issues in a frank manner please go watch this. I know you dislike coming out stories but Gaya Sa Pelikula is one of the best of the best of the BL genre because it’s so much more than that.

Not Me (14ep x 45min || Youtube)

White and Black (both played by Gun Atthaphan) has a close connection but are seperated when they are children: one stays with their mother in Thailand while the other moves to Russia with their father. Years later, White returns to Thailand after Black is viciously attacked and sent into a coma. Since his brother hung around with a ‘sketchy’ gang, he decides to pretend to be his brother to find out what truly happens. This is a BL that is not solely focused on romance (although the romance that is shown is wonderful). It’s groundbreaking because it’s not just a silly college BL: it discusses real issues that are happening in Thailand today such as corruption, inequality, politics, etc. If you like your BL to have complex/layered characters & plots, give Not Me a try.

Ghost Host, Ghost House (8ep x 57min || Youtube)

This recent Thai BL is about Kevin, a live-streamer who is passionate about ghost hunting. He ends up moving in with some relatives who end up being ghosts (irony) and meets Pluem. Neither of the protags are ghost but this does dish into trauma and grief. However, it’s not super angsty or anything like that because the natural chemistry between the characters is solid. This is more of a character driven BL but that’s what makes it so good. We get to learn about all the characters and connect to them, which makes it painful when you have to say goodbye (but don’t fear, again, the two protags are alive). If you like your BL to be a bit eerie and heartwarming at the same time give Ghost Host, Ghost House a try!!

Triage (13ep x 44min || AIS Play)

In this time loop romance BL, Tinn is a doctor who, one day, finds himself repeating the same day over and over. Since he fails at saving one of his patients, Tol, the only way to stop the time loop is to actually save him. Mature BL that doesn’t focus on high school kids or set in college are honestly the way to go. The plots are meaty and just because the characters are older that doesn’t mean that super steamy skinship is required. I just started this yesterday so I’m not finished but so far I highly recommend it. Again, if you like BL that isn’t solely focused on romance please give Triage a try!!

3 Will Be Free (10ep x 50min || Youtube)

3wbf is not really a BL but it’s going on the list because it’s criminally underrated. Without giving away too much of the plot, 3wbf essentially gives us a canon poly relationship between a stripper, the son of a mafia boss, and a gogo bar manager. It gives us a trans character who is not played for laughs and has a legit powerful plotline complete with romance. Everything about 3wbf is top tier. From the acting to the plot to the characters to the cinematography.

Blueming (11ep x 14min || IQIYI)

Blueming is a well loved BL for a reason: it’s amazing. Despite being short, it manages to tell a coherent and interestig story. It’s not just a silly romance, it’s intimate and talks about heavy things like insecurities...yet the audience does not get weighed down with angst. If you like more nuanced or quiet BL that focuses on characters are indiviuals themselves, their family relations, and their relationship as a couple do give Blueming a try!

To My Star 1 & 2 (9ep x 15min || Viki)

Two polar opposites: a famous actor who is going through a rough patch meets and falls for a young chef, end up falling in love. This has a second season which I didn’t watch yet but I still heard good things about it. If you like the cohabitation trope and want to see two wonder characters blossom as individuals go check this out!

Old Fashion Cupcake (5ep x 25min || Viki)

Once again, BL that focuses on adults in the workplace are top tier. Old Fashion Cupcake follows 39-year old Nozue who is just going through the same motions in life. He ends up falling in love with his subordinate at work who is ten years his junior. Old Fashion Cupcake feels like being wrapped in a big blanket as you munch on your favorite comfort food. It’s soft and lovely and genuinely amazing. The way these characters build each other up. If you like realistic BL and character driven stuff, give this short JBL a try!

Cherry Magic (12ep x 24min || IrozukuSubs)

I won’t lie to you, Cherry Magic is mostly fluff but I had to include it. In case you have yet to give this a try, please do. The premise is bonkers: Adachi is a 30 year old virigin who gains the ability to read minds when people touch him. He ends up finding out that his coworker, Kurosawa has been pining for him for years. Do you like your BL to have respectful, wonderful, and relatable characters? Do you like to occasionally turn off your brain and watch something that is silly but full of heart? Cherry Magic proves that sometimes you don’t need an elaborate plot to be interesting. You just need sweet characters and an even sweeter romance. *Cherry Magic also has a few specials + film out!!*

Here are some other BL I recommend but do let me know if there are any other certain genres you like/dislike! This is not my full list, just the ones that avoid the things you dislike. ** are the ones that are some of my top favorites

I Told Sunset About You

Bad Buddy**

Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice but to Kiss

Semantic Error

Light on Me**

Manner of Death**

Papa & Daddy**

Vice Versa**

My Tooth Your Love

A Tale of A Thousand Stars**

You Make Me Dance

Be Loved in the House: I Do

We Best Love: No. 1 For You

History 2: Crossing the Line**

Utsukushii Kare

Something in My Room

Dear Doctor I’m Coming for Your Soul

Given

Long Time No See

Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai

Where Your Eyes Linger

Amerio Paradox**

The New Employee**

Choco Milk Shake**

HIS**

Kinou Nani Tabeta? (What Did You Eat for Dinner Yesterday)**

#kay answers #bl recs #i stuck with JBL & bl where romance is more of an important secondary plot since you don't care for pure fluff or KP-level steam #i hope this helps!! please feel free to keep me updated because i would love to know what you think!!#he's coming to me #history 2 right or wrong #triage #not me the series #gaya sa pelikula #3 will be free #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#ghost host ghost house #blueming #to my star #old fashion cupcake #lovely anons 💌

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I'm sorry but I'm totally laughing at Eddie's confused, shy "Did you"???

It makes Canon something I have long thought. These dudes keep their dating life separated and sexual talks. It's almost like that "They aren't my type ", "Not mine, anymore ", was a subconscious pledge to each other.

Like Buck and Eddie are 15s out of 10s. Have hero type jobs. Yet they never go to clubs to wing man with each other.

By comparison Hens inquiry into him not using his hand was handled more comfortably then Eddie's clearly we never speak of these things.

And isn't that just such a slow burn romantic trope. The awkwardness between 2 people circling each other for awhile not wanting to acknowledge the others relationships. The physical/sexual aspect of each other. Being a little uncomfortable about it.

Hi Nonnie, thank you for the lovely ask!

I mean, yes! We’ve seen it even since s2, they only talk about their romantic life when they absolutely have to. Eddie had been sleeping with Shannon for almost two months before she shows up at his place of work in 210 and makes him wish the ground opened up and swallowed him whole, which is when he feels compelled to explain himself. But not to bot of his colleagues who were there and heard his wife, only to Buck. And interestingly, Buck pretends with him at that point. We know from his talk with Chim he actually is quite disturbed by everything that went down (and most especially by Eddie not sharing anything... I don’t think he wanted to talk about sex, he just didn’t wanna feel left out by Eddie), yet when Eddie does talk to him about the whole thing with Shannon, Buck plays it like he’s cool with everything. Maybe because to a degree, he really is just happy to be included by his work husband, and he doesn’t need more, especially not the gruesome details. But he ends up giving absolutely no sign of his earlier distress, and no real advice. He’s just a sounding board. After that, we only ever get Buck and Eddie talking about either love life when it’s Buck helping Eddie realize he should break up with Ana in 502 or Eddie implying to Buck there’s a reason he’s hiding from Taylor in 518, helping him reach a similar conclusion of his own. Basically, they don’t really talk to each other about their love life ‘coz when they do and actually do something other than nod along, they convince each other to break up with whoever they’re with. Eddie and Buck either don’t wanna talk about it ‘coz of how they secretly feel about each other, or they hold up a “Break up with your girlfriend!” sign right away. And yes, it is very romantically coded.

Hope you have a great day! And here is my ask tag! xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #anti-eddieana #anti-bucktaylor #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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HEADCANONS OPEN? I AM SO LUCKY! Howzit going, Squiggly? Long time no read😅. I just noticed that you have Spy x Family on your writing list. Can I be so bold as to request both lee and ler Franky and Loid? I love those two more than I should🤣

Hey gang! I'm finally getting around to headcanon requests aekjrakjrekarkjaejrk I've gotcha covered! :D

Loid Forger/Twilight

-Tickling's a bittersweet thing for Loid. Growing up, his mom would tickle him gently after a bad day and they both needed a laugh. His friends would also tickle him on occasion, but those memories are far gone now. He hadn't been tickled again until he became family with Yor and Anya.

-And holy GODS he forgot how ticklish he is! My guy could easily escape if desired, but for appearances (and because he might be having fun shhhh~) he lets it happen. His belly his by far his worst spot- anywhere else he can more or less guard against, but the second you start tickling him there all his spy training goes out the window and he's putty in your hands.

-His laugh is quite different from his stage laugh. Where that one is calm, deep- collected; his real laugh/tickle laugh is filled with shorts and chortles, lots of dorky sounds and wheezes! It's literally so nice to listen to holy-

-He can and will be quite the ler! It's rare, but he can wrestle down Yor and tickle her when she's too drunk or having worries about her role in their family. Sure, he risks getting knocked into next week, but it's worth hearing her laugh and seeing her pretty smile- whoops he has a crush on her lolololol~

-Anya and him have tickle fights alot; they're surprisingly evenly matched. Anya's small and nimble and fully aware of her father's ticklishness while Loid is skilled enough to gather her up and tickle her whenever. It's not uncommon to see them both passed out on the floor together after a particularly "grueling" battle of the tickles!

Franky Franklin

-Scruffy Head! Unlike Loid, he's got zero defense to tickling and it SHOWS. He's way more ticklish- just the threat of them makes him double over and die. Anya found this out rather quickly and uses it to her advantage whenever Franky babysits.

-He's got a loud, cackly laugh that easily adds 10 years to your lifespan if you get the chance to listen to it! It's stupid contagious and really, really fun to listen to. Think like a car engine struggling to start but make it a laugh- that's what he sounds like.

-His worst spot I think is his neck- oh and his ears! Trying to get disguised with Loid is a pain cause he's so squirmy and giggly while things like masks and makeup are going on. He's also really ticklish on his ribs, poking him there will get you quite the reaction! Really- if you tickle him anywhere, he'll react; he's just that sensative!

-As a ler, it's rare for him to tickle people. He doesn't get many opportunities in his line of work, so the most he can do is give Loid a few jabs in the belly or sides whenever they're working together and have down time. He also tickles Anya alot when he babysits- she wins most of the time though.

-Sometimes Franky and Anya will create little ambushes for Yor or Loid when they come home. Anya will lead with Bond, taking down Loid while Franky assists! Yor usually either skedaddles away or joins the fray because "Agent Mama will save you, Loid!" (Spoiler alert- she usually helps Anya and Franky whoops). It takes awhile, but eventually he and Yor might have little tickle fights- sneaking pokes at one another or other things like that. He becomes a regular for tickle fights after awhile.

Thanks for reading!

#spy x family #tickle #tickle headcanons #loid forger #franky franklin #fluff #snuck a little Yor and Anya in there whoops #they are beyond cute- HELP!#Because I know there's gonna be at least one:#Headcanon request are closed right now!#I'm just finally getting around to writing them hehe #thanks for reading!

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bafflement · 9 months

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Ozqrow Day 7 - Alternate Prompt - Love Letters

... imagine this as the musical episode of the deaged AU. I know that I am...

Tip: Write me a message that comes from the heart

Is this an ending or merely a brand new start?

For you and I, maybe one day we'll fly

Away from the war, away from it all

Just to be free to choose a destiny that isn't the same

I feel it's calling our name, though I know that we can't

This wasn't your fight, it was never your war

Yet you still stand beside me, we've been through it all

And we're standing still, in a way, at least...

Both of us changed here, though you not as much

I long for your kiss and the sense of your touch

But I can't reach the distance that time itself placed

Between us now, not yet, but maybe one day

I still need to wait to grow up, to be adult again

You don't have to wait, I've seen that look in the eye

Of someone who sees you, you never needed to stay

Loyal to me, you know. Maybe he can give you

Everything that I can't, right now?

All that I want is you to be happy, maybe this

Can give you a taste of that, for awhile?

I wouldn't blame you, I could never grudge

You that, I love you too much.

My heart is my message, it's scrawled on my soul

Whichever fragment of it that's still me

And not someone else, at least, that much is yours

And it always will be.

Qrow: Oh pen me a missive that's written in stone

Not flesh and blood, not skin and bone just yourself

For that's all that I wanted... don't you know

That I'll wait until Remnant falls, nothing else matters

To me, not at all, only you. Well, that isn't quite true...

The kids matter too, and our friends, them as well

Though maybe not Jimmy, as much

And if Glynda stopped glaring, she'd almost be pretty...

(Sorry, I know, I need to take this more seriously...

But poetry never was my thing, pocket sized...)

Anyway... you have to know that I love you, that I always have

I don't care about Clover, not really at least

At the most he'd be temporary and I think that

I'd fast find him too annoying for that...

I mean, he thinks you're a kid, and a real one at that

The man doesn't quite get context clues.

Maybe he took too many bumps to the head

This IS Atlas after all, you know what they're like...

Tip (Laughing): Okay yes, maybe we took this too far

An interesting semblance, though, one for the ages

I rather doubt though that the medium will take off...

How do we stop this thing, anyway, it needs to wear off?

Great. Oh I love you, my dearest Qrow

But this much is obvious, this much you know

That you matter to me more than I ever thought that you could

Or that I deserved, but this love that burns deep

Is too great a fire to put out. I think though

That maybe we'd better shut up, now

This is getting rather embarrassing, as

I'm pretty certain the others will never

Quite stop laughing at us as it is.

I'm just rather glad that Tai cannot hear

Or, oh Gods, if Raven could maybe she'd decide

That I'm not a threat, that I'm still on the side

Of the good guys, I still wish I knew why

She ran... ah well, maybe one day.

Qrow: Yeah, pocketsized, I think we need to be quiet

Not that that's easy for either of us

Maybe that's why it was us that got caught?

They found the person whose semblance it was,

They say maybe five minutes, a little less?

I just want to stop speaking in rhyme and in verse

Forget either of us, this thing is truly a curse...

#deaged oz au #ozqrow week 2023 #ozpin #qrow branwen #professor ozpin #cloqwork #ozqrow #rwby ozpin #headmaster ozpin

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 8 months

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Look for the Helpers

First posted: November 13, 2018

Focuses on: BatKids (Dick POV, Jason focused)

Favorite bookmark: "I am bawling."

Tier: Decidedly mid.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

I'd been chewing for awhile on the idea of Mr. Rogers and how much he meant to people. The Won't You Be My Neighbor documentary had released in January of this same year, and I'd sat in a theater and quietly bawled with a dark room full of strangers. Because his show was on PBS and geared, like Sesame Street, toward low income kids, making him have an outsized impact on Jason made the most sense.

Dick wondered if he would ever be used to the feeling of disconnect that came after a disaster. It felt like… He stabbed at a macaroni noodle and considered the radiant numbness spreading out from his chest.

This first bit, Dick mulling on the weirdness after a disaster that you manage to survive, was pulled from personal experience, but with the last half decade being what it's been, I can't even tell you which one I was pulling from. Hurricane wakes, most likely, though who really knows.

The never-ending white noise of sirens rushing to and fro weren’t real. The loss. The devastation. The chaos.

That said, wow, what a weirdly prescient thing to read back through on this side of 2020.

“I don’t think human eyes are supposed to be that big,” he remarked solemnly, which prompted a snort of laughter from the others and placid disregard from Tim. “It’s anime, Dickie, don’t be so uncool.” Jason’s faux-whine made it clear that he was not, in fact, defending Tim’s artwork. “It’s a legitimate art form, and you both are snobs,” Tim said, his tone unruffled as he reached for his sandwich with his right hand, his left never slowing as he traced the warrior girl’s floating hair in purple crayon. “It is,” Damian agreed, which surprised Dick until he added, “when done correctly.” “Oh, bite me,” Tim retorted, but without any heat.

Of course Tim is a weeb. Tim and Damian.

“Is that Steph?” Jason asked, head now tilted to get a better look at Tim’s drawing. Intrigued, Dick craned his neck as well. “What? No!” Now Tim’s head snapped up, and he glared at Jason as one arm curled protectively around the crayon drawing. Dick would have been inclined to argue that the drawing could have been of anyone, as Tim wasn’t quite good enough to render a clear likeness. But the tips of Tim’s ears were pink.

Nowadays I'm awfully ambivalent on Tim/Steph and trend toward apathetic neutral. CECverse is an exception.

“Jason, if you lean over any farther, you’re going to knock over your soup,” Dick pointed out instead. Jason scowled, but settled back in his chair. “I’d make a joke, but one, we don’t make gags about Nazis anymore, and two, that show is old as dirt.”

I could not have predicted the Seinfeld renaissance among the youth.

Beneath the table, Dick tapped his fingertips together, one after the other. The numbness was still there, but if he didn’t think about it, it receded from the foreground. Not lessened or disappeared, just backed away to hover like a thin blanket over everything except what he was focusing on, which in turn made what he was focusing on seem harshly bright and loud. That was okay, though, if what he was focusing on was his brothers. Dick popped another forkful of cheesy noodles into his mouth and studied them, careful to keep a slight smile on his face as he did.

Oh. I remember what I was pulling from now. Not the numbness but the way you can chat and laugh and joke and seem normal when the world is upended and nothing is normal at all. Loss is weird.

They all tended to huddle a little closer together when Bruce was away.

I like this, the idea of them all gravitating, deliberately or subconsciously, so they're a team huddled, facing outward, without Bruce to hold their center.

Only Cass had been allowed to stay at the Manor. She and Alfred were planning a Masterpiece Theater Poirot mystery binge, with some Miss Marple and Jeeves and Wooster thrown in for flavoring. Dick wasn’t sure how much of the dialogue Cass could follow, but she seemed to find it a fun challenge to identify the murderer by body language alone. And anyone could enjoy the comedy of old J&W.

This took me a second to figure out, what Alfred and Cass might bond over and why, especially since Alfred is verbally cerebral and Cass finds words less useful. I think I made it work.

Jason was picking at Tim, who pretended to be grumpy and ignored his aggravating older brother in favor of tackling his roast beef sandwich with both hands.

Why roast beef, I don't know.

Dick took a few texts himself, mostly to coordinate the efforts and to relay the continued lack of news. Jason received none, though Dick caught him peeking at the screen once or twice.

I had a whole secondary storyline worked out with Bizarro that wasn't necessary or important at all but that would include a line about Jason taking care of Biz's plant. Something about it was supposed to be absolutely gutting, but I couldn't fit it in and now I don't remember what I had in mind.

Dick ducked his head as a familiar face filled the screen—Superman, a lone curl tumbling charmingly down his forehead, his chin turned to stare bravely into the distance. It was a stupid photo, boldly heroic in none of the ways that made Clark truly brave. That was the point, he knew, of a secret identity—no strong points of connection—but it rankled him to see the man portrayed as a stoic bastion of strength instead of the smiling, gentle man who used to pick Dick up by his ankles and swing him upside down.

Dick's point of view was a deliberate pick, as the eldest brother minding the wellbeing of the youngers, but also for how this specific worry would pick at him. Clark is a bigger part of his life than for the others.

But that was how these things went. Those that left were free to be reshaped into whatever was needed by those who were left behind. A beloved friend. A solemn warrior. A good soldier.

Yes, that was a jab.

The other members of the superhero community did their best to fill the power void, especially in Metropolis, which had been hardest hit and was now missing its white knight, though the Kent boys and Kara did their best.

I think this is the only time I ever acknowledge Kara in my fics. I don't know her. She will not appear.

Dick clamped a firm hand onto Damian’s shoulder and shoved the boy back into his seat before he could crawl over the table to stab Tim with his fork.

I make too many Damian stabbing jokes in these early fics. Or rather, I the writer mean them as funny moments but in-world they wouldn't be funny or in character, really. He's got a temper but he's not an impetuous hothead. I think I've gotten better (I hope) about, when I do joke, they're in-world jokes as well.

The diner was nestled between a rising skyscraper and a small neighborhood park, the kind community developers liked to slot into any little niche so that they could advertise nearby green space to prospective renters. It was no more than a small patch of green ringed with trees, bisected by a path with a small, two-tiered fountain in the middle. This neighborhood had been untouched by the extraterrestrial destruction, and the paths were at a midday lull, soft greys and greens and whites unbroken except for a jogger here, a mother and child there, a dogwalker off in the distance.

I plucked this park from real life. I don't remember where I was now, maybe Maryland, visiting friends? But I can still see the real-world park in my head, and how I altered it to make it into a place I could use in Gotham.

From what Dick could remember, even before, Jason had hated to show weakness. Though more expressive than Bruce by far, he hid his fears and sorrows beneath anger and rage. He had, in many ways, been more vulnerable with Bruce than Dick had been, willing to confront and challenge the older man when upset, but he had hated being coddled. The safest thing to do when Jason was in turmoil was to give him space and return when the dust had settled.

meeeeeeeeeeeeee

“Maybe.” Dick tried to remember everything he had seen Bruce do right and everything he had seen Bruce do wrong. “But it’s still important to you, so it’s important to me. Tell me.”

I firmly love best a Bruce who doesn't always get it right but also doesn't always get it wrong. He's just a guy doing his best.

“I thought…” Jason slumped to the side until his shoulder rested against the tree. “I thought it’d taken everything it could. I lost a year of my life, my family, my home, my sanity.” He barked out a laugh, raspy and rough and dark with bitterness. “What else could I lose, right?”

I also love Jason getting to grieve his missing years, not just raging against Bruce and Gotham. I should do more with that.

“It wasn’t exciting or really funny. It was just this… this old guy. He’d come in to this clean house and hang up his jacket and take off his shoes and sing. He’d tell stories with these stupid puppets, and he never yelled or got mad. And he’d talk right to me. Every time, it was like he was talking right to me.” Jason swiped at his eyes again, fast, hard. “I guess it was because it was public access and they didn’t have a lot of other programming, but it felt like every time I needed him, he was on. Even when I got older, I’d turn him on sometimes, because no matter how scared or angry or sad I was, I knew he’d fix it. He’d tell me he was proud of me, that I was special, that I was okay just the way I was.”

I always hated the puppets, so that bit was more me than Jason. Jason was too young to get the show on first-run, so it makes sense that the reruns would be frequent and seemingly available whenever he needed them to be on. And it makes sense that a calm, gentle, supportive show would be a lifeline to him, a world where big, scary things don't appear or are talked through when they do.

Instead, he had ended up a murder victim and a killer. Dick wanted to pull Jason into a hug and let him know that he could still make a difference, that he had made a difference in Crime Alley, even if they still butted heads over methodology sometimes. He didn’t need to be ashamed of who he was. But then Jason whispered, “I didn’t know he’d died.”

Dick: Oh he's having a crisis about his behavior, oh no.

Jason: actually having an entirely different crisis

Like, imagine if you blipped out of existence for a few years and when you came back, you found out about Robin Williams or Steve Irwin retroactively.

They had never done anything like this, even before. Dick had been too busy being Nightwing to be a big brother, and Jason had had no reason to trust him. But that didn’t mean Dick couldn’t be here now, to make up for all his failures before. He pressed his lips to Jason’s scalp, then rested his cheek atop the man’s head and waited.

I still haven't fully settled in my own head exactly what the Nightwing-Robin transition was like for the three of them. When I started, I leaned on the fanon interpretation of Bruce and Dick fighting a lot and Dick and Jason as emotionally distant strangers. Now I think I've relegated a lot of that to individual interpretation (Dick feeling a lot of guilt that doesn't wholly match reality, for example), but it's still pretty fluid.

Dick could feel a tear or two wash down his own face as he tightened his hold on his brother’s shoulders. “He would be proud of you, you know. He wasn’t the kind of guy to ask for perfection, right? Just that you try. He’d be so proud, Jay.” “Why, because you are?” Jason had tried for sardonic, but the wry jab came out waterlogged and muffled between sniffles. “Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Dick murmured.

Choked myself up a little there.

“Mine was Bob Ross,” Tim offered suddenly. He had sat on the end, furthest from Jason but still close enough to be heard even in a low voice as he hugged his knees. “Not his death so much. He died before I knew who he was. But I liked to watch him paint. He made beautiful things from his mistakes. His happy accidents. It was good to hear, sometimes.” Dick and Jason took that in silently, digesting everything Tim had said and everything he hadn’t.

I knew each kid would have their own person to name, because that's how these conversations go. Mention Steve Irwin and someone else will mention Robin Williams or Chadwick Boseman or Amy Winehouse or whoever. Everyone has a death of a stranger that meant an awful lot to them. Figuring out who to pair to whom was an interesting puzzle, and I think the pairings I picked made sense. (Am realizing now how many shocking celebrity deaths are men.)

One quirk of timing with this fic was I wrote it and happened to post, completely by accident, the day that Stan Lee died. Folks were really feeling it in my comments section.

#fanfic bts brain dump

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koala711 · 2 years

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Back to You

[Thoma X GN!Reader]

I have so many regrets, and my biggest one involves you.

WARNING(s): Grammar mistakes, cursing, angst-ish I guess? And hand holding •̀Ⱉ•́

Words: About 2-3k

Sorry I can't check it on my phone(and I'm not very versed in Tumblr functions)

The cries of joy and chatter was nothing but a background noise to you as you stood above it all in the crow’s nest, avoiding the activity and the land.

Why’d you even come here? Just to sit in the crow’s nest of the Alcor and watch others enjoy the festivities of Inazuma.

You looked back from the horizon and at the festival, noticing how some of your old friends were enjoying their time. Laughing and eating all sorts of food you’d tried to remake and ultimately failed at because even though you can cook, you couldn’t remember the ingredients in the food you didn’t know how to make.

It didn’t matter how many times you’d eaten them over the counter, piping hot and so delicious, it was all forgotten.

You continued to gaze off in slight jealousy until you noticed a familiar head of blond hair walking along the docks, stepping closer and closer to the Alcor.

Like a cresendo from piano to fortississimo and whole to thirty-second notes, curses began and cluttered in your head, watching him suddenly turn onto the ship and almost catching your gaze before you fell to the ground of the crow’s nest to hide.

Why did he of all people come here to fetch you?

“(Y/n)?” Thoma called out, taking careful steps onto and around the Alcor’s deck to see if he could spot your figure from above once again.

At your silence, he called once more.

“(Y/n)!”

It didn’t work.

He sighed, staring up at the crows nest that he caught a glimpse of you at, noticing how a bit of your (hair color) hair flew against the fiery orange sky.

“Beidou mentioned you were still in the crows nest,” he began, circling the post. “I brought some Tri-color Dango for you- you still like it, right?”

Dango...

It’s been quite a while since you’ve had the real thing.

You’ve tried to make it before, but you always had to substitute the matcha and sakura for other flavors available in the market that you could afford. So, the offer of it was very tempting to say the least. The only problem you had was that you’d have to finally talk to him.

Thoma let out a long sigh as he was met with no response once again.

Like an impatient mother, his foot began to tap against the wood, and his free hand was placed on his hip.

“(Y/n), I know you’re up there. Don’t make me have to come fetch you myself.”

Knowing Thoma and how he was with you, he was most likely serious.

It was always like this.

Whenever you hid away in your small corner of the either Mondstadt or Inazuma because the world seemed too hard for you, Thoma always seemed to know where you were and was always there to listen to your woes. Always seeing right through you and being able to comfort your soul.

In worry that Thoma would harm himself to get up the crows nest, you peeked down from above, immediately being met with shiny emerald eyes and a smile as big as the sun.

“(Y/n)!” He let out a sigh of relief. “What’re you still doing here? Don’t you want to enjoy the festivities?”

“Yeah, but...” How do you tell this man that he was one of the main reasons you couldn’t leave the ship? “It’s been awhile since I’ve been here! I’m a little nervous to return!”

It wasn’t a complete lie.

You were definitely nervous.

Thoma hummed, understanding your situation with the return. He himself was a little nervous to return to Mondstadt if he were to ever do so for their Windblume festival.

Seeing how the world you once knew has changed in your absence, and how people you once knew have evolved and maybe even become strangers. He's quite a positive person, but even he has to admit those kinds of thoughts get to him a little.

“Well...” Thoma trailed off with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips a little pursed as he thought to himself. “How about we go to the Iradori Festival together?”

The idea he muttered made a flush of warmth kiss his cheeks, but it wasn’t obvious in the warm light of the sun.

“What’d you say!?”

The distance between you too was so big, and with the voice carrying each others voices into the wind

“How about we go to the Iradori Festival together than!?”

Together?

Going to the Iradori Festival... together?

How in Celestia were you supposed to reject this offer in the kindest way possible?

You can barely even face Thoma after what you did, so how would you be able to spend the rest of the afternoon with him as if you were fine? As if everything was fine?

“I...” You trailed off, biting your lip in hesitance. “I don’t know, Thoma. Aren’t you busy with your duties?”

“No. I have today and tomorrow off, actually. The Kamisatos wanted to make sure I enjoy the festival at least a little bit because I 'work too hard'.”

Thoma seemed to have noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed at the last point, and began to wave his hands in worry.

“I don’t mind spending my day off with you, don’t worry!”

Just how were you supposed to reject him?

“... Alright. Give me a second to come down.”

‘Archons... Please help me.’

---

By the way you behaved alongside Thoma, it’d be hard for some to think you two were close friends because all you did was try to pull away.

Even now as you tried one of the games at the festival, you were a bit tense.

You let out a groan, watching as the last ring of yours bounced off the rim of the bottle and onto the floor. It was your 3rd try(3 tosses each), and no matter what, you seemed to fail and not get close to winning.

“I keep telling you, stop throwing it from so high,” Thoma nagged, pushing your hand a bit lower from behind. “You need to through it around here so it won’t bounce as bad. Put those archery skills to use.”

“This is a little crueler than archery,” you sighed, trying to avoid the warm blush on your cheeks to try and throw the ring once more. "These rings are so small they can barely fit around the bottles..."

With the help of Thoma, the ring skidded along the rims before it finally dropped into place around the neck of the bottle. The next two didn’t work out, but they were close.

That one toss was enough to win you both a small, handmade keychain from the shop next door. It was a little corgi a small pillow, sleeping the day away adorably.

“You should have it,” you suggested, holding out the keychain to him. “You helped me get it.”

“No, no, no.” Thoma pushed your hand back to you. “You’ve been trying so hard at this game.”

“But-”

“No buts." By the stern look in his eyes, you knew you were already defeated. "Now, the vendor I got the Dango from earlier isn't far from here. Are you feeling peckish at all?"

You didn't answer him for a couple of seconds, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"(Y/n)?" He called a little worriedly.

"Oh, sorry," you hummed and looked down at your stomach. "I guess I'm a little peckish."

Thoma was quick to smile, grabbing onto your long sleeve and tugging you along.

"Alright! Let's go get some food!"

His determination made you feel at ease, and his smile made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like a newly birthed butterfly stretching its wings.

Thoma was still the Thoma you knew, and you couldn't help but be in joy at that factor.

As he met his friends along the streets of Ritou, it wasn't long before they departed ways and continued to stick by your side as if you were glued together, no matter the offer they made.

"I'm sorry," Thoma began with a sweat forming on his temple as he spoke to the elderly woman. "I'd love to chat more, but I'm enjoying the festival with an old friend. It's been a long time since we've seen each other."

And then again only a couple moments later as you two stood outside of the book signing event.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you right now. I promised my friend I'd show them around the Iradori Festival for the day. I'm sure that Mr.Imai wouldn't mind though! He's been helping around the festival a-... wait, maybe he's tired-"

And once again under the tree at the centerof Ritou.

"N-no, it's fine," he laughed, shaking his head at the offer. "There is no need to pay me for yesterday, I helped you because I wanted to."

As Thoma dealt with another person through this night, you couldn't help but look at your surroundings and notice a stand of books far from the two of you.

They were all new titles mostly written by Inazumans and one from a writer from Mondstadt.

The titles and covers were interesting, but what attracted you the most was the summary on the back of one of them, describing a small love story of one guy who found a woman in the woods wearing a strange mask made of glass.

So, you innocently picked it up to look at the first couple of pages to see if you'd like to buy it.

Once Thoma successfully rejected another persons request or offer, he finally noticed you weren't where he saw you last. He was already worried that these inturruptions on your night together were bothering your experience, so the idea of you walking away to something that'd caught your eye wasn't completely unexpected.

He found you standing in front of one of the book stands that was tucked away at the exit gate of Ritou to the rest of Inazuma.

Thoma silently gazed at you who had stuffed their nose into one of the books on sale. You didn’t realize it, but the book has completely engulfed you.

It was nice to see you completely at ease. He's noticed how on edge you've been tonight, and he theorizes that maybe the problem... Was him.

“Excuse me,” Thoma whispered to the saleslady of the bookstand, pulling out his small red pouch filled with mora. “I’d like to pay for that book they’re reading.” He noticed a small box filled with bookmarks and saw something he thought you might like. "And this, please."

She smiled softly, glancing at you and the book in hand.

“It’s 4,000 mora.”

He hummed, rummaging through the pouch and quickly counted the coins together to give to the saleslady in hopes he would be able to stop you before you got to a good part and leave you on a cliff hanger.

Pulling you out of your trance, Thoma placed a finger in the middle of the book and slowly pulled it down with an innocent smile.

“It’s been a a long while since we ate at the vendors," he began, pulling the book out of your hands and placing a cute tanuki bookmark in his fingers place before closing it shut. “There aren't any restaurants here open around this time, so how about we head over to Inazuma City and go to Komore Teahouse?”

As if it were a cue, your stomach began to grumble in the silent atmosphere this part of Ritou had.

Thoma chuckled, holding your book at his side and holding onto your wrist with his other hand.

“W-wait,” you stuttered, looking between his hand around wrist and the saleslady. “We didn’t pay-”

“Don’t worry,” Thoma laughed. “I already did.”

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The two of you were a little ways away from Ritou at this point, but you haven't passed the village yet.

You'd forgotten how beautiful Inazuma was at night. How the moon shine in its waters and leaves like a blessing. The unique glow of the flora made the ambience of your journey even better. It really set the calm feeling of a normal walk to Inazuma City.

It was just you, Thoma, and no one to inturrupt the two of you.

"I'm sorry about all those inturruptions," Thoma sighed, kicking one of the rocks along the road. It was one of the main reasons he suggested the two of you to go to the city. "It was bothering your experience of the Iradori Festival."

"No, it's fine Thoma. I didn't mind too much. You're a very reliable and likeable person, you know. I'm not surprised more people came along to greet you."

Maybe you shouldn't have complimented him. It wasn't the best option considering how you've been tryibg your hardest to keep a distance, but the blush on his cheeks was worth it.

Thoma laughed bashfully, scratching the tip o9f his nose with a smile.

"You think so?"

"... Yes."

Once again, the two of you walked along the road in silence. The lamp that hivered in the air in your stick creaked and cried as it swung with each step along the dirt road.

It didn't feel awkward at all.

It was... comfortable.

You haven't been feeling all that comfortable throughout the whole festival experience, but the way Thoma's warm smile shone in your direction, it made your iceburg of nerves slowly melt.

He was so magical in some ways. Ways you'd never tell him about because you knew it'd make it harder to leave because you didn't deserve to stay by his side, despite the promise you made.

At least that's what you've been thinking even before you made the sudden decision of immediately going back to Inazuma for him.

Besides, that promise was something you'd already broken.

Unlike the majority of the Crux- which you have joined temporarily-, you stayed behind in Liyue as they made the treacherous journey to Inazuma upon the Traveler's wish of winning the tournament. Returning to Inazuma after your cowardly goodbye made your skin crawl, so you stayed behind.

One day as you were walking along the shores of Liyue harbor, the tales of the Traveler saving him from having his vision taken made your stomach boil over with regret.

It was a good thing that your friend, Zhongli, was not too far away betting on jade because he didn't have much else to do at the moment. He helped you to the parlor and let you rest in one of the spare rooms after he witnessed you topple to the ground at the alchemy table.

How could you just leave without a trace and not help at all with the vision hunt and sakoku decree?

People were suffering; losing so much of their souls as their visions were taken away so forcefully. Suffuring by being kept prisoner in the region they both loved and feared.

Just the thought of Thoma turning into a husk of a human made your skin crawl with horror.

"(Y/n)?"

Thoma's call brought you back to your senses, finding that you'd stopped walking not too long ago.

Your gaze could only meet the floor as your stomach gurgled in both hunger and disgust.

"I'm sorry for leaving you behind... again," you whispered, tightening your fists at your sides. The lamp slowly lowered until it hit the floor softly. "I-I didn't even say anything that time."

The blond was quick to come to your side and softly grip one of your hands in his. Needless to say, your fist melted against his as he engulfed them.

"I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, if I stayed here, you wouldn't have almost had your vision being taken away from you," you continued.

Your voice was soft and weak, and you weren't able to meet his gaze that burned into your head, desperate to see your (eye color) eyes that were threatening to spill over with tears.

"It's alright," Thoma said, squeezing your hand back a little. "Everything turned out okay. The traveler was able to save me-"

"But what if the Traveler wasn't there? Then what would have happened?" Your words slowly began to quicken in a panic. "I can't help but hate myself for leaving you in this place when things were beginning to turn to shit! I should have stayed behind to help with the resistance but I didn't even think. I took that offer that night and didn't even think about what the aftermath of having you vision taken could do. Everyone thought a person would be fine, but I heard it turns people into husks- delusional husks- and just thinking about how many have and could have turned into one just because I was being a coward-"

"(Y/n)!"

You were silent, finding your gaze forcefully moved up by Thoma who cupped your face in his hands. Something about his furrowed eyebrows and shaking, emerald eyes made you a little nervous.

"You are not a coward for leaving Inazuma because of the Vision Hunt and Sakoku Decree, so don't you dare call yourself that.

"You left because it was for the best. Your love for exploring Teyvat and all of its mystery is something you have always loved since we were kids. You are a human. A person. Pretty much anyone wouldn't want to be stuck in a region against their will, so you left. So stop thinking about all the what if's because it all turned out fine, (y/n)."

"But I still left you... again." Your voice cracked as you brought your hands up to his wrists, finding a little bit of comfort in holding him back. "I-I promised I'd never do it again but I did and I didn't even say goodbye."

One random night, you promised to him over a hot pot that you would never leave his side. That Inazuma felt like home and that you didn't need to keep adventuring. That you'd never leave his side again.

Even Thoma was unsure you'd keep that promise because how could you do that?

"From the first day I met you, I knew that exploration has captured your heart and I've always accepted that," he whispered inches away from you, wiping your tears to the side with his thumb with a smile. "Even when you made that promise, I knew that you wouldn't be able to keep it somehow because you are meant to travel, (Y/n). It's not something you can just give up, even for me."

A couple of seconds passed as you struggled to get your words out.

An internal conflict of letting him know or not raged like a war for those seconds that seemed like hours, but you had to give an answer.

Before you knew it, one of the sides won.

"But I really wanted to..." You whispered brokenly. "I really wanted to..."

He thought you were going to be a little speechless over his words, but Thoma found himself speechless at yours.

Sure, maybe giving up a passion of yours for someone else isn't the best move, but it showed just how much you were willing to do to just stay by his side.

That's not something a person would say to someone that was only a friend.

That factor made the world seem so slow with each passing second for him now, finding himself unable to tear himself away from your (eye color) eyes that twinkled with your tears and the stars.

"You can still explore, (y/n). You don't need to give up your passion for me..."

One hand of his pushed back the messy, stray strands of hair that stuck to your face thanks to your tears.

You could feel his breath along your lips, and your hands tensed as soon as you noticed how close you were, but you couldn't seem to move no matter how much the butterflies in your stomach made you want to heel over in nervousness.

"I will always be waiting, because I know you will always come back for me."

Under the night sky of Teyvat, Thoma and you had always spent special moments together.

Whether it was your first tooth being lost, a reunion under the soft blue glow of Chihu Forest, or an overdue apology, the two of you always had your special moments under the moonlight.

Tonight, it was your first kiss.

#thoma x reader #genshin impact thoma #thoma x y/n #genshin imagines #thoma imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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mur-art · 2 years

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For Texas x Alaska:

Pre relationship: 2, 4

General: 5, 7, 8

Love: 2, 4, 10

TexSka, let's goooooooo

What was their first impression of each other?

October 18, 1867: (Texas:) "580,000 acres? Thirty-nine cents per acre? Pfft, acres of what? It's just snow and ice up there; no use will ever come of it. I heard he's a real strange kid, anyway. Those Russians can keep him for all I care."

1899: "Okay, so there's a lot of gold up there. So what? What's the big deal? If anything, it's just going to make the kid as obnoxious as California is. God forbid."

January 3, 1959: "So what, Alaska's a state now? The biggest state? No, no, It's fine. It's all just snow and ice up there, anyway. In terms of actual useful land, I'm still the biggest! And I don't have any polar bears! That's a plus..."

Alaska: "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Big Guy."

(Meanwhile, from the beginning Alaska thinks Texas is way too full of himself for no reason. He sees Texas as a deeply insecure person with delusions of grandeur. He thinks it's hilarious. )

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Texas definitely misunderstands his feelings and has trouble expressing them, so they manifest as negative emotions. Alaska is definitely not romantic in a traditional way but I can see him doing something "sweet" for Texas in his own way and Texas being all *heart eyes*. Examples may include: letting him borrow one of his parkas during Winterpocalypse '21 and checking in on him to make sure he's staying warm, giving him half of a deer he's hunted because "you looked hungry and I just shot this," and introducing him to Fat Bear Week which Texas is now obsessed with and watches religiously.

What's their height difference? Age difference?

I HC Texas as being tall, but within the realm of "normal," around 6'3 or 6'4. Alaska, on the other hand, is pushing the limits of being "abnormally" tall. He's around 6'8 or 6'9. He towers above most people, not quite basketball player tall, but definitely tall enough to get stares and feel uncomfortable in small spaces. (My partner is super tall and there's lots of things he experiences differently bc of it.)

It's kinda "canon" that states are the continuation of their territories (at least in Florida's case- "remember when I was a Spanish colony for like 200 years? That was weird, right?") So with that logic, Texas is *pretty damn old*. I don't think any of them have much memory of their earliest years, but Texas as a European colonial construct is definitely pushing 350 years old. Alaska is harder to pin down, but assuming the same "rules" you could argue he's around 200-250ish. You know Texas uses the "I'm older!" excuse with Alaska, even though in many cases, he's the less mature one... and Alaska just laughs.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Texas 100%. Texas is Alaska’s adopted extravert. (Every introvert needs one.) Texas can make friends literally anywhere; like they’ll be shopping at a Home Depot and Texas will disappear for awhile, leaving Alaska standing in the middle of the aisle absent-mindedly staring at lightbulbs. When he goes looking for Texas, he’s standing in the paint aisle with three new best friends and an invitation to the bar later.

Who gets jealous easier?

Texas for sure. Alaska is much more secure in himself and in the relationship. Texas is a very insecure person, even though he will never admit it. Sometimes he’ll see Alaska in his element being a total badass and have a brief panic like “what does he see in me?”

What are their primary love languages?

Alaska’s are Acts of Service and Quality Time. He shows affection by doing *things* for people, helping them out and making sure they’re safe. He also enjoys just spending time being in the same space with Texas, even if he doesn’t say a word. (It’s okay, Texas does enough talking for both of them). Texas’ are Quality Time and Physical Touch. He understands that Alaska doesn’t say much, or openly express his feelings, but it’s okay; he has other ways of showing it.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

They don’t really do PDA, but in private they like to cuddle a lot. Alaska is just a massive bear of a man so I imagine he’s pretty cuddly. Their temperature dynamic is interesting too. When Texas gets too hot, he gets close to Alaska to cool down. Vice versa, Alaska always appreciates how warm and sunny Texas is, especially in the middle of winter.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

As mentioned earlier, Texas is the talker of the two. But he understands that Alaska doesn’t really do verbal affection, showing his love in other ways.

#wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #headcanons #texska #wttt texas/alaska #i honestly ship them in a more jokey way but now i'm kind of obsessed #like they actually could work

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