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dxxdhood · 1 month

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pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader

summary: after dick tries his hardest to get your attention, you finally give it to him.

tags: smut (18+), sub!dick grayson, dom!reader, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering (m receiving), oral (m receiving), light bondage, hair pulling, body worship

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hey! sorry for disappearing! i don't have an ao3-author-almost-dying-excuse but i hope this fic makes up for it!

What made Dick Grayson so hot was that he knew he was hot. He was always walking around with an annoying amount of confidence that he managed to pull off anyway. Blame it on him being the poster child for a Good Samaritan or his relentless integrity– the guy was impossible to hate no matter how big his head got.

Luckily, you’ve lucked out as his official, number one supporter. Ever since becoming partners, you’ve gotten to spend more little moments together, even when life would ordinarily tear you apart. And of course it’s great! Dick’s arms around you as you try to catch up on some reading in the morning, forehead kisses even as you’re running out the door late for work– everything’s been adorable. But lately, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

Dick’s been stressed out, you can tell it in the set of his shoulders even if he’s been trying to hide it. The thing was, you’ve been super busy lately. Work and personal stuff kept piling up, and although you’re ashamed of it, you’ve ended up prioritizing other things instead of your relationship.

You told Dick that you were swamped with work and – as usual – he was nothing but understanding. But if dating Dick has taught you anything, it’s that he believes that being understanding means completely ignoring all his own wants. It’s very endearing, but you also feel like a giant asshole, especially as things finally start clearing up and he still keeps his distance.

Or well, at least it seems like he’s trying to keep his distance. That doesn’t explain him showing off for you.

Because that’s what he’s been doing! It started off when you came back from work one night to Dick, on his day off from patrols, cooking you an entire candlelit dinner. He was wearing a black button up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair was also loose, messy like he’d just been on a run. Oh, and he must not have shaved that morning, because he has the slightest amount of stubble– he was trying to kill you was what he was doing.

Okay, he may have had plausible deniability during that night’s dinner, but that time you walked in on him working out was not subtle. As soon as you walked into the living room he switched to doing squats, the thin material of his gym shorts straining against his muscled thighs. After a couple seconds of you watching in awe, he had the nerve to turn around and smile at you all innocently, asking you how your day went.

And then there was what happened yesterday. Once again you walk into your living room (clearly a trigger for these events) and you’re met with Dick on the couch, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants as he snores softly. His head was leaning against his shoulder at an uncomfortable angle, so you grab a small pillow and maneuver it under his neck to stop him from getting sore. Even asleep, you feel how strong he is as your hands trace the outline of his neck and shoulder muscles. You can spot so many moles littering his arms and chest. It’s a shame they’re usually covered.

It’s not like Dick doesn’t usually lounge around the house shirtless, but wearing nothing – and you’re sure it’s really nothing – but gray sweatpants all stretched out on the couch? At this point he’s not asking for you to do something, he’s begging for it.

So, today you text him to “get ready for a surprise tonight!” while he’s out on patrol. He responds back something like “????😍🥳😘!!!!!” while you start getting ready.

“Hey, I’m home!” he calls as he walks through your front door. “So what’s this big surprise I’ve been hearing about?”

“Welcome back,” you say, rushing from your bedroom to give him a kiss. He’s ready to break it off almost instantly, but you hold on for longer, placing your hands on his shoulders. Dick muffles a sound of surprise but he doesn’t pull away. After a second of not knowing what to do with his hands, he rests them around your waist and melts into the kiss.

You eventually pull back and Dick starts talking again, “Well, that was a nice surprise! Guess I’ll just–”

“Shut up!” You shout through a giggle. “Just wait a second, it’s in here.”

You grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom, which you’ve lit with scented candles. Also – and this may have been going a little far – you bought roses to adorn your bedside table (and to sprinkle petals on your bed, of course). On top of the freshly washed sheets, through the dim lighting, Dick spots some suspiciously red rope.

“Alright, I mean it this time, this is a nice surprise,” he says as he tries to fight against a smile. “But are you sure you’re okay to do this tonight? I don’t wanna worry you, and if you don’t have the time for–”

You grab both of his hands and pull him down so you’re both sitting on the side of the bed.

“Dick… It’s not my fault I’ve been busy lately, and I know that,” you take a deep breath. “But I’m so sorry I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I should’ve tried harder, you know, I should’ve done what you always do– find a way to pull through it.”

He raises one of his hands from where yours were covering his and is about to protest before you stop him, “Please don’t defend me, just let me say I’m an asshole for once.”

He exhales and relaxes back, placing his hands in yours again.

“So, let me make it up to you?” you ask, almost timidly in comparison to how solid the rest of your apology went.

As a response, Dick leans forward and hugs you so tight you think you may have crushed ribs (and you know Dick definitely has the strength to do it).

“Of course I’m not going to say no to that,” he chuckles, breaking the hug so he can stand up and start uncoiling the rope.

“Hold on,” you say as you come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head toward you, confusion clear on his face. “I was thinking that tonight I’d do the tying.”

And you’re infinitely grateful that Dick turned around, because now you can see his cute raised eyebrows and the sweet way he tries to look towards the floor. He lets out a small cough and politely hands you the rope.

“Sounds- sounds good.”

“Great!” you nestle a hand in his tousled hair and scratch at the back of his scalp. “Go take a shower, alright? When you’re back, I’ll be here and we’ll get started, okay?”

He nods, and you give a gentle tug of his hair, “Speak, baby.”

“Right, yeah! Good! It sounds really good,” He manages, walking to the bathroom quickly and wasting no time to get the shower started.

You giggle as you watch him exit. Dick was usually so suave and self-assured, it always threw you to see how nervous he got when he was under your thumb.

Preparing the last few things you needed, you lay on the bed, resting your head on your bent arm to watch Dick as he steps out of the bathroom. He didn’t even bother bringing a towel out with him, and you can see the drops of water run down his chest and abs before reaching his cock.

You give him less of a smirk and more of a fond smile as you walk up to him, reaching to cup the back of his neck and bring his face close to yours.

“Even now, when I already told you you’re going to get what you want, you’re still showing off for me.”

“What?” He shakes his head, eyes gleaming.

“Lay down for me, okay? You say, and even though he wants to hear you finish, he follows immediately.

Rope in hand, you crawl on the bed so you’re straddling him. The sight of him, all lean muscles and thick thighs, laid out for you makes your face heat up. You take a deep breath as you gesture for him to move his hands up, and you tie him to the headboard.

“You’ve been craving my attention so badly, haven’t you? Just wanted me to drop what I was doing and show you how much I love you?”

“What, no, I–”

You move your hands from his tied up wrists to grip his jaw so he faces you, “Don’t keep anything from me now. Just tell me the truth, I want to hear it.”

After fighting past a blush, Dick lets out a shuddering breath, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I– I wanted you to notice me.”

“How couldn’t I, baby?” You say as you move down his body, nipping at his neck and the strong muscles of his shoulders. “You always look so sexy, you always want me to look.”

You lick at one of his nipples and you can feel his body twitch.

“You know you’re so handsome, right? You’re so hot, sometimes I think about you at work and get so distracted I can’t get anything done.”

He lets out a sigh as you scratch your nails down his side, leaving lines of red before you grip at his raised biceps.

“You’re so kind, too,” You whisper before kissing him deeply, biting at his bottom lip. Your other hand leaves to get the lube and begins spreading some around his hole. Dick’s breathing grows more and more uneven, but you kiss along his jaw and let him relax before you slip your finger in.

He squirms a bit at first, and you run your other hand through his hair to comfort him as you prep him using your finger.

“You’re always so good, even when you don’t have to be– even when you have no reason to be. You see someone hurt, alone, and you help them– like it’s the most obvious thing to do.” You add another finger and Dick bites his lip at the stretch, trying not to breathe too heavily.

He starts gasping at every little thrust, sweat glistening at his brow and you angle your hand to reach that spot every time. Dick lets out a long groan, dipping his head to his collarbone before you pull him back up to look you in the eyes..

“You’re incredible, Dick. Such a gorgeous person inside and out.”

“Babe!” he cries, hiding his face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and you gently cup his face to coax him out of it.

“It’s true, sweetheart, and you don’t get to hear it enough. You’re so good, you’re my good boy.”

He moans at that, higher than usual and you add another finger while he’s distracted. His voice breaks in the middle of the sound, and you can feel his chest working double time to try and keep up with your thrusts.

“Shit– shit, holy shit!” He cries, and you card your hand through his hair one last time before you run it down the side of his neck and across his chest. You never stop your hand movements as you kiss down the column of his neck and his pecs, following each spot your hand touches with your mouth.

You lick down his abs and Dick whines, trying to hide his face again while also keeping one eye focused on you, not wanting to miss a second of what you’re doing to him. The hand tracing down his body reaches his hard cock, and you run a finger across the length of it, rubbing in the bead of precum.

You take a second to make sure you’re keeping your thrusts consistent with your fingers before you take his entire length in your mouth. Dick rocks his entire body back and forth, trying to stay calm for you, and you breathe through your nose for a moment, letting him rest on your tongue as you get ready to move.

You slide on his cock at the same time your fingers hit his prostate, trying your best to line up the two so his tip hits the back of your throat when your fingers thrust against him. Clearly, it’s working, because Dick moves constantly, blinking back tears or trying in vain to hold back sounds as you work him even quicker.

His breathing becomes labored, so you move a hand to work his cock as you slide up his body, kissing him and sliding your tongue in his mouth. As soon as he tastes himself on you, you can feel the vibrations of a moan. His cum coats your hand as you work him through his orgasm.

Once you break your mouth away from his, his voice comes out all airy, “Oh my God, Fuck! Where were you hiding all of that?”

“The mouth?” You choke out, talking about how you just sucked him off, “Or the… mouth?” You mean the dirty talk.

“The–” He shakes his head, having trouble with the motion while still being tied up. “Yeah!”

The two of you giggle as you untie him, and you both cuddle for a while before hopping in the bath.

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jae-bummer · 7 months

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Crimes Against Punctuality

Request: Hi! I'm in loooooove with your writing and I saw that you have your request open soooooo can I ask for “Going out to dinner with your bias group and it is growing increasingly obvious that someone at the table has a crush. “ with Suga 😍💕 pls😭🫶

Prompt:

16) Going out to dinner with your bias group and it is growing increasingly obvious that someone at the table has a crush.

Pairing: BTS Suga x Reader

Genre: Fluff

If there was one constant in your world, it was this: when it came to dinner with your friends, you were never late.

Had you often arrived after nearly everyone else? Yes. Did that include technically running at least thirty minutes late on more than one occasion? Also, yes.

But out of the eight of you, there was always someone who was later, therefore absolving you of your offenses.

Sprinting toward the restaurant, you quietly cursed to yourself. Even though they got more than enough crap for it normally, you hoped that tonight, Jimin or Jungkook were running late. If they were already there when you walked through the door, you wouldn't hear the end of it. You needed one of them (or both, you weren't picky) to be the martyr just this once.

Taking the steps two at a time toward the front door of the establishment, you groaned as you flopped against the glass. Pushing at what was an evident pull, you took a step backwards before advancing again.

"It'll be fine," you muttered to yourself. "They get so wrapped up in each other, they won't even notice I'm missing."

Coming to a halt in front of the hostess stand, you opened your mouth, only to be silenced by screams coming from the back of the room.

"I'm guessing you're with them?" the hostess asked, lifting a brow.

Looking over her shoulder, you could clearly see where all seven men had already been seated, and were now zeroing in on you.

"I guess," you agreed, slumping your posture as you walked slowly toward them.

"Y/N!" "You're late." "Did you know you're late?!" "Jimin got here fifteen minutes ago and you couldn't even-" "I took two showers today and still-"

"I ordered you a lemonade."

Looking up as you slid onto the bench seat next to Yoongi, you let out a short chuckle. "Wouldn't have been my first choice."

"I know," he smirked. " It's punishment for your crimes against punctuality."

"How mildly inconvenient," you sighed, picking up your menu. "How is everyone?"

"Starving." "Withering away to nothing." "I have this suspicious mole on my elbow, can anyone-"

"Not all at once," you laughed. Side eying the man next to you, you elbowed him in the side. "What about you?"

"What about me?" he asked calmly, looking to his menu as well.

"How are you?" you repeated.

"Peachy," he grumbled, now glancing your way. "How are you?"

"Tired," you nodded. "Things are just a lot, but you know that all too well."

"What had you late this time?" he questioned, looking away quickly again.

You narrowed your eyes. Sure, Yoongi was odd in a generic way, but something else was going on with him tonight. His vibe was heavier somehow, more guarded.

"Work was a disaster," you explained. "Have you had the bibimbap here before?"

"Namjoon said you had a date."

Choking on what could only be air, you whipped your attention back toward him. "What?"

"With that new guy at your office." He refused to look at you now, but you noticed the tips of his ears were burning a bright crimson.

"Min Yoongi," you gasped. "I never took you for a gossip."

"It's hardly gossip if you told Namjoon," he muttered, flipping the menu over.

Setting your glare on Namjoon, you cleared your throat. Like prey that had been spotted by its predator, he slowly turned toward you with wide eyes. "Can I help you?"

"Who told you I had a date with my coworker?" you asked innocently. "Because I surely did not."

Swallowing loudly, a timid smile crossed his face. "Hobi?"

"Hoseok?" you hummed, swiveling your head to the newest rumor mill.

"I just, when I-" he began to stutter, looking at the members around him for help. "We got lunch the other day and you took a really long time "finishing up" with him!"

Your draw dropped. "What did you think finishing up meant, Hobi?!"

"I mean...I know what it means to Tae-"

"Hey," Taehyung's deep voice hissed. "Leave me out of this."

"Why does it matter anyway!" Hoseok shouted in his Hoseok way. "It's not like you have to answer to any of us!"

Lifting a brow, you turned back to Yoongi. He blinked back at you, his expression remaining blank. "Is the sun in your eyes? I feel like the sun is in my eyes."

You tilted your head, completely at a loss. Out of the seven men sitting around you, Yoongi had always been a bit of enigma. You liked him just as well as you liked your other friends, but it seemed like he was always just slightly withdrawn with you. He was brilliant, sarcastic, and easily one of your favorite people to talk to, but just when you thought you had overcome a barrier with him, he retreated again.

Tonight was even worse than normal.

"Jin, switch seats with me," Yoongi croaked, backing out of the bench seating. Trapped between you and Tae, there was no other way to escape.

Jin looked up with lifted brows, his cheeks packed with what appeared to be kimchi. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Yoongi confirmed, lingering awkwardly behind you now. "The sun is in my eyes over here. You're taller so it won't bother you."

Furrowing your brows, you realized that Jin was in the furthest seat away from you. A sour feeling swept through your stomach as you looked toward the window across from your table instead. "I'm sure they'll close the blinds if we ask-"

"I'll switch with you," Jungkook said cheerfully, sliding off of the bench and circling the table. He had been seated directly across from you.

"No, no, no," Yoongi said quickly. "The sun will bother you just as much."

"Jin isn't that much taller-"

"Listen to your hyung!" Yoongi groaned. "Jin-"

"I'm not moving," the other boy said stiffly, crunching on his food.

Yoongi inhaled deeply before looking up to Jungkook. "Fine," he said quietly, trying to save face. "I hope you like not being able to see."

"It's really no problem," Jungkook giggled, making his way toward you again. Shouldering himself in, he plopped down onto the bench with a content sigh. "So tell me about this date, Y/N."

"There was no date!" you huffed. "Hobi is just dramatic."

"Shocker," you could hear Jimin chuckle from the opposite side of Taehyung.

Directing your attention back to Yoongi as he settled in across from you, you couldn't help but lean forward. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Why?" Yoongi countered, not bothering to give you a real answer.

"You're acting really weird," you said quietly, trying to keep the exchange to yourselves as the other members fell back into a normal cadence of conversation.

"Surely I don't know what you mean," he sniffed, still refusing to look directly at you. It was hard not to notice that the blush that had previously painted his ears was now clouding across his face.

"Are you mad at me?" you tried again. "For making a big deal about the date comment?"

"I don't care who you date, Y/N."

"I didn't say you did, I just-"

Springing up from his chair, the table grew quiet as Yoongi hovered in place. "I, uh, I need to use the restroom."

Turning on his heel, instead of heading to where the actual bathrooms were, he exited onto the back patio of the restaurant.

"Did anyone ask?" Hobi marveled, glancing around the table.

"Joon," you sighed, setting your elbows on the table so you could drop your chin into your palm. "What is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Oh, so now it was his turn to be evasive.

"Don't act like you don't know everything," you muttered. "Now why is Yoongi acting like I have a disease?"

Glancing from one end of the table to the other to confirm that Yoongi was indeed not there, Namjoon whispered. "Have you considered that maybe, he brought up the "date" for a reason?"

"Yes," you nodded. "Because you all are worse than a group of middle aged women when it comes to circulating rumors."

"Well...yes," he said slowly. "But are there any other reasons you can think of?"

You hadn't really wanted to examine his question too closely because you knew what result it would yield. "You don't mean..."

Shrugging, he took a sip of his drink. "Just a thought."

Yoongi could not be jealous. You had assumed that he was just a peace with dying alone because there was never a partner to be seen. Of course, he could have been careful about his privacy, but you knew one of the guys would have found out and spilled the beans. He had no interest in dating, so why would that change for you? Could you have been that wrong?

You supposed it was time to find out.

"I guess I have to use the "bathroom" too," you grumbled, pulling yourself to your feet.

"Are we in an airport?" Jin complained. "We do not need to know about these departures."

Rolling your eyes, you slinked off to the door leading to the seating area in the back of the establishment. Peering out of the glass paned door, you saw Yoongi leaning on the edge of a picnic table, his back facing you and face tilted toward the sky.

Making sure you pulled instead of pushing the door this time, you shuffled out of the building. Uncertain of what to do, you decided to take a seat on the picnic tabletop next to him. After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat.

"I'm an idiot."

"Sure," you nodded. "But is there a specific reason?"

"Nope," he sighed. "Just a self-assessment."

"Yoongi," you said, exasperated. Simply saying his name was enough to have him finally look toward you.

"You figured it out, right?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"After talking to Namjoon, yeah," you admitted. "I think I may have known before that though."

The two of you lapsed into silence again. This was all new territory with Yoongi. You knew him better than a lot of people but were still missing out on so much. He kept impenetrable walls around himself, but did this mean that he was finally giving you a key?

Holding your breath, you looked down to find Yoongi's hand leaned on the table between the two of you. You began to move your own fingers slowly toward his, not stopping until they had become intertwined.

There was another moment of silence as you allowed yourself to decompress. You had done it, and he hadn't pulled away. Baby steps were still steps.

Yoongi let out a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, the corner of his lips hitched up ever so slightly. "It feels like a relief."

"What does?"

"You finding me," he said quietly.

The moment was so fragile, you were scared that breathing wrong would cause it to break. "You didn't get very far."

"No," he chuckled. "Not out here."

"Oh," you chirped, suddenly getting his meaning. "I - I don't know if I've found you yet, Yoongi. I need you to help me...if you want to."

"I want to," he said without missing a beat. "I'm not the most open person, Y/N. I can't be like Hobi or Tae. I can't just broadcast my emotions and every thought that crosses my mind."

"You can't?" you asked sarcastically. "And here I thought it was your heart stitched on your sleeve!"

This caused him to smile again. "I know I can be cold and closed off, but I don't want to be that way with you. Not anymore."

"What changed?"

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. You fell into silence yet again but after a moment, realized that it just meant Yoongi was carefully choosing his words. "Me, I think."

"How so?"

"I never wanted to be with anyone," Yoongi said quietly, confirming your earlier thoughts. "It's just easier being alone...but then, you showed up with Jimin one night. I was hesitant to even make friends because it's a lot of upkeep, you know? Being social and caring about another person is such an investment and it can be so painful...but then I got to know you. It was almost as if I felt my heart change in real time."

"Because of our friendship?"

"Because of you," he corrected. "And against my better judgement, I dared to hope that we could be something if you decided to take a chance on me."

"Well, it sounds like you took one on me," you hummed. "It seems only fair that I do the same."

This time when Yoongi turned to look at you, he really looked at you. "Do you mean that?"

"Very much so," you grinned. "Be careful about letting me in, Yoongi. I may never want to leave."

"What if I don't want you to?"

His words were a whisper, and his eyes were looking so intently into yours. You felt like you would melt on the spot.

"Then I won't."

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whateversawesome · 11 months

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Spy x family chapter 81 (Crazy) Theories!

First, let's get something out of the way... Twilight looks HOT in this chapter 🔥 Roger that, Mr. Spy 😏!

Now, back to the theories: I told you so. Westalis probably has some moles inside the SSS. You know who I think it is *coughs* (Twilight's dad/Yuri's Captain!)

But what's interesting to me is that Norman says GUYS (plural). Meaning there's more than one Westalis mole.

Small theory about Westalis moles: We'll find out who they are, they all have different destinies. One will be a double agent (come on, this is a spy story!!) and one of them will be...

Yup, this guy. And you all know l suspect this Captain is Twilight's dad. Come on!! Look me in the eye and tell me you don't see the resemblance. It's him!

This makes me wonder how and why was [Redacted] recruited by WISE. Don't you find it odd they just appeared out of nowhere to offer him a job? And no, I'm not suggesting his dad wanted his son to be a spy...quite the opposite: WISE took [Redacted] under their wing as 'insurance', prevent his dad from betraying them.

Food for thought ��

Moving on...

Look at this fun interaction between two agents 😏

Nightfall: It's too dangerous, Twilight. Let's run away together 😍!

Twilight: There's no fucking way I'm leaving my family. I'm in love with my wife (Yooooooooor 😍😍😍!!)

Nice try, Nightfall. But Mr. Spy promised his wife he would never make her suffer like this anymore and has to go back home and make her happy 🥰

The following is VERY important: Seems like the current government wants peace with Westalis AND some higher ups of the SSS are acting against this. Who is behind this? Desmond? There's a reason why WISE is after him.

Crazy theory time (again): Let's play a little. What if instead of a mole, Twilight's dad was a double agent (traitor)? Could it be that WISE purposely trained Twilight to be the best spy knowing one day he could encounter his dad so his dad would be unable to hurt him? It's a bit far fetched, but it's fun to guess.

This panel tells us what Twilight needs to do: Distract/Stall the SSS.

Which makes me think: This is Twilight wearing a disguise. Evidence: His orders. Plus, WISE knows how Wheeler looks like and Twilight has worked with him, so he knows his mannerisms. He can fool the SSS. Plus, the fact that he approached Yuri, who Twilight knows is part of the SSS and his brother in law 😏

My guess is that this is Twilight, but the question is: where's the real Wheeler?

A final word about Wheeler: Now more than ever I believe he'll be Twilight's foil. He looks like a badass, but I doubt he'll be a villain. Endo is an expert in bringing morally gray characters.

If anything, l think he'll be a strange mirror for Twilight. He even kinda looks like him.

They said he was in deep cover and lived in Westalis which means he probably needed people to strengthen that cover. Maybe a family? Maybe... a wife? Since this arc started with certain little adorable wife, maybe Wheeler will make Twilight think about his marriage.

Any thoughts on that? Let me know!

#spy x family #twiyor #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #agent twilight #loidyor #loid x yor #sxf

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saliosis · 8 months

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your subway order total is $19.21

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ok, so here's the deal with the slight design change! (i swear, it's cool)

i wanted to make chuck latino because i joked about it once (w/ fred stoller being on handy manny saying "my amigos 😆" and then saying his colors look like the flag of colombia 💀) but it stuck for some reason. to me, it works PERFECTLY.... if becky can be an alien who is

"ambiguously brown"

then why can't a sandwich person like chuck also be brown, yknow 🔥⁉️

(help i keep accidentally latinoifying wg characters--)

chuck? nah. he is now, officially

chuck el sandwichero perverso 🥪🇨🇴‼️🔥

(as they call him in the spanish dub aka chica supersabia)

for starters, i wanted to experiment with changing the type of bread he's based on. i can assume chuck is based on the classic sandwich made up of white bread (...💀) so i wanted to change it up for latino chuck.... yknow... yknow.... yknow.... 🕴️

i'm also just not a fan of plain white bread 🤕 LMFKAJDKSN

i had a couple of options to chose from so i can upgrade his sandwichness™ 💭 but i decided to settle onnnnnnn..........................

funky multigrain bread!! my favorite 🥄🥄‼️ anytime i make a sandwich, i usually reach for this bread... (and when i say "anytime" i mean the times i'm extra and watch a chuck episode while eating a sandwich 💀💀)

i like the idea of chuck having seeds and grains on his face... think of it like moles, freckles, or even acne scars if you will 🤷‍♂️ brent straight-up has seeds on him that represent freckles so why not, right⁉️ we can get creative here w/ it!!

plus- he's so much more bread-like this way

above is a fast doodle, but it is what i ended up sticking with for my design. if you see in the final drawing, i did shift around with some of his costume colors to make it work with the bread type-colors!!

i imagine brent being a variation of bread that looks similar to chuck. that way chuck can be multigrain bread and brent can be another type.

parent who is multigrain bread + parent who is another type of bread = two siblings, each being one of two options of bread because of genes™ (wow. sandwich person science 😍😍🥪🧬 /s)

my two options for brent's bread type? because i will probably never draw that man? either molasses bread (left) or even dark rye (right)?? but i lean towards dark rye brent because that idea seems so scrumptious to me

ngl i have never been too sure what type of bread brent is based on......

the wiki doesn't really help me decide. he has freckles that seem to be like seeds, so that means he's a type of bread that has seeds. but also, not that many seeds.... which is likely an animation thing since animating all those damn seeds must be hard. but idk? but his skin tone is very slightly darker than chuck so that makes me think he isn't white bread based™ (help what am i talking about)

if any bread experts™ out there have some guesses, let me know so we can talk about that more. for some reason, this is really fascinating.

anyways.... latino brent can be real too 🤷‍♂️

um...............

brent 😍🥪🇨🇴🔥‼️

(because i swear to god they just call him brent in the spanish dub instead of his long ass name)

but yeah 👍 that's my little hc-chuck related ramble. i may not talk about him, but i really fuckin love chuck 😭

............ .. . . . ... . .... . .. . ...... . .. ...... ....... .. .. .. .....typing this out has made me realize how much thought, effort, and research i have done all because of a joke i made. a joke i made about a cartoon character from a kids show where we haven't gotten new content in years. and that it's likely that i'm the only person thinking so deeply about a family of sandwiches--

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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AGAIN YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING 😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 LIKE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO CUTE AND YEA DEFINITELY SHOULD MAKE IT INTO A SERIOUS OR JUST DO PART 3 OF M/R MEETING THE ENYPHEN MEMBERS!!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

I'm so glad I request the Niki x male reader because it's so cute 😍😭 again I know I said this in my last ask but THANK YOOU YOUU FOR WRITING MY REQUEST😔🫶🏽 Like your such an amazing writer 😩

Have a great day 🧸🫶🏽

pairing: niki x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

includes: blushy niki, reader is shorter than him, still can't decide if i want reader to be a soloist or part of a group but i'm leaning towards soloist, this was supposed to be meeting enha but it turned into just another date with niki whoops

a/n: i'm so glad you liked the first two parts !! thank you so much, all of your compliments mean so much to me <33 i'm gonna keep going with this as a series until i run out of ideas (i have plans for meeting the rest of enha and a collaboration but if anyone has any other ideas pls lmk !!) i hope you like it :))

PART 01 / PART TWO / PART THREE

requests open !! read my rules first

niki has never been so excited to enter a dance studio before. he plays with his fingers as he pulls his mask further up over his face, greeting the receptionist with a small bow. “hello!” she greets with a smile. “are you here for y/n?”

“yes.”

“he’s in studio c on the third floor.”

“thank you,” niki bows, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he makes his way to the elevator. he lets out a small sigh of relief when the doors close in front of him, leaving him alone in the confined space.

he leans forwards to check himself in the reflective surface. his hair is slightly disheveled and he’s barefaced leaving a few acne scars and natural redness on his face exposed. niki isn’t given any time to overthink his appearance when the elevator dings as the doors open. he tugs at the strap of his bag nervously before exiting.

after passing by a few empty rooms he finally finds it. studio c. he can hear the faint sound of a song playing as he gently knocks on the door.

to niki’s surprise, it swings open just a few seconds later. you’re quick to throw your arms around him, tugging him down into a tight hug. “niki!”

“y/n,” he smiles, catching himself by wrapping his arms around your waist. you’re wearing a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants but you still look as handsome as you do on stage. your hair is even messier than his; likely from hours of dancing. without makeup niki can see your face more clearly. he takes note of each mark on your face - freckle, mole, acne, and everything else.

you pull him down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek before you tug him further into the room. niki sets his bag down in a corner before walking over to join you in front of the mirror. “we just finished the choreography, if you want to see it.”

“i’d love to.” niki moves to sit with his back against the mirror to watch you as you watch him with a flustered smile. he raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint just barely noticeable in his eyes. “you can perform in front of thousands of people but you can’t do a routine in front of your boyfriend?”

“you make me nervous,” you admit, avoiding eye contact for a second. your confession makes a small flush spread across niki’s face. he can nearly feel his ears burning red when you smile at him. he doesn’t dare to look behind himself in the mirror and risk seeing just how bad the blush on his face is.

after a few seconds of mentally preparing yourself, you slowly begin the routine. your steps are precise - years of footwork and experience shining through in each aspect of your performance. niki finds himself entranced by you. the effect you have on him through a screen is amplified when you’re standing in front of him; dancing only for him. even in an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants he’s sure you would never wear in front of any cameras, you almost lure him in with each step, nearly daring him to fall deeper in love.

from the choreography niki can tell the song is about three minutes long. each step is individually sharp but your motions remain fluid - flowing into each other seemingly effortlessly. he finds himself lost in thought as he stares up at you from the floor, still staring at you despite you having already finished the routine.

“you’re so cute,” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

“ah, you can’t do this to me,” niki laughs as he covers his face with his hands. through the cracks between his fingers he can see you kneel down in front of him, coaxing his hands away.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you chuckle. niki’s blush only deepens as you lean forwards to pull him into a sweet kiss. it’s short - barely lasting longer than a quick peck - but it’s still enough to make both of you break out into large smiles. “my apology, for flustering you.”

“maybe i should let you fluster me more,” niki mumbles. you laugh again, giving him enough time to quickly lean forwards and press yet another kiss against your cheek.

a few seconds of silence falls over the room as you stare at each other with small smiles. it’s only interrupted when your manager knocks on the door before cracking it open slightly. “oh, sorry to interrupt,” she says, leaning against the door to hold it open. she holds a phone out for you to take. “we want you to go live. we were hoping you could do it now.”

you glance back at niki for a second, almost looking for confirmation. he gives it in a slight nod before you turn back to your manager. “yeah, sure. is it okay if niki joins me?”

“that’s fine,” she pushes her thick rimmed glasses back up against her nose as she flashes him a small smile. “you two have fun.”

“thanks,” you call as she pulls the door shut behind her once again. you walk over, setting the phone up on a table so it’s angled across the room and away from the door. “we can just do a dance live. you know, hang out for a while.”

“that’s fine with me,” niki nods. you open weverse, beginning a live before coaxing niki to walk over to stand in front of the camera beside you. he watches as the numbers quickly rise. tens become hundreds become thousands in a matter of seconds.

“hi everyone,” you smile. “do you want to introduce yourself?”

niki bows slightly as he waves to the camera. “hello, i am enhypen’s niki, it’s nice to meet you.”

his eyes fixate on the comments that scroll past you on the side of the screen. it’s impossible to read each one as they pass by but even so he can pick out a few noticeable ones.

“omg niki !!”

“ynki for the win”

“MY ULTS ARE TOGETHER SJKLNS”

he can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face as he continues reading supportive comment after comment. at some point you stop focusing on the stream entirely, turning your attention to the boy beside you. you’re hyper aware of the camera filming you as you watch him. his small, slowly growing smile, the light flush on his face, the way he unconsciously bites his bottom lip between his teeth.

niki only notices your staring when a comment about it catches his eye. when he glances over at you you’ve refocused on the comment stream once again, searching for a song request. “they want you to teach me a choreography,” you read.

“any specific one?” he asks.

a plethora of song requests flow past him. nearly every song under both of your catalogs is suggested, as well as songs neither of you made nor know the choreography to. “blessed-cursed?” you read. you miss the various reactions people leave as you turn to face niki. he nods, moving away from the table so his entire body is in view. you readjust the position of the phone to make sure he’s in frame before joining him in the center of the room.

“wake up, ije nuneul tteo,” he mumbles as he slowly begins demonstrating the steps. you follow his lead, watching him through the mirror. “gajja chukbok sogeseo, i wanna be, wanna be, on my way, i bet.”

“nal gaduneun gyeonggyeseon,” you join in. niki smiles at you through the mirror as he continues, harmonizing with you. “ne rul ttawin jibeochiwo, i wanna be, way, i bet.”

“that was good,” he says.

you look away with a flustered smile. “thank you.”

“let’s keep going,” he says, moving onto the first verse.

an hour passes by quicker than you expected. then two. and then three.

soon enough, you’re both exhausted. an unspoken agreement passes between you as you lean against the table. niki is quick to rejoin you in front of the camera. he finds himself reading the comments once again as you talk.

“ynki ynki ynki”

“they’re so cute!!”

“they would be so cute together :((”

a light flush spreads across his face as he reads through multiple comments talking about how cute you would be as a couple. you reach over underneath the table to grab his hand, squeezing it in yours. it’s a comforting gesture that makes warmth spread through him immediately.

he looks over at you with a small smile as you wave to the camera, leaning over so your head leans against the side of his. you reach your hand out in a half heart and hold it up as you wait for niki to reciprocate. he does, subtly wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you a little closer to him. the action flusters you both as you wave goodbye before finally ending the live.

“can i walk you back to your dorm?” niki asks.

you smile, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder as you nod. “i’d like that.”

you reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together as you make your way back through the hallways to the elevator and out of the building. you tug your mask further up over your face as you lead niki back to your dorm.

you walk side by side in a comfortable silence until you finally reach your dorm. “thank you for today,” you smile up at him.

“of course.” niki brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against the skin. your smile grows slightly as you lean upwards to pull him down into a sweet kiss. he pulls you into a hug once you pull away, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of your head.

“i’ll see you soon?”

“of course,” niki whispers. “i’ll text you when i’m free. i had a great time today.”

“me too.” you tug him down into a final peck against his lips before you pull away for good. “goodnight niki.”

“goodnight y/n,” he smiles, watching as you slip into your dorm.

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glyhpsrfvckincol · 1 year

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Hi I love your writing can you do hunter or edric x plus size female reader fluff and some jealousy plz

Me, the Rizzler || Edric Blight & Hunter Noceda

Synopsis - Edric Blight and Hunter Noceda with a plus-size! Girlfriend.

Warnings - Me being in love. Me being cringe. Me. Mentions of Odalia🤮🤢.

A/n - I’m going insane 💀

Requests are opened; headcanons only

Edric Blight

↳ Him: Shawty in love 😍

↳ Actual tho, thinks you’re a goddess.

↳ Edric thinks all girls are goddess tho so 😒

↳ Except his mom. No one thinks she’s even a decent witch.

↳ Odalia is kinda the Umbridge of The Owl House 😭

↳ I’m getting so off track, it’s not even funny.

↳ Edric lives for the cuddles. Whether his head resides in your lap, stomach, chest or neck, he ain’t goin’ anywhere.

↳ He don’t need to, he got everything he could want. His sisters, his dad and his babgurl.

↳ *Insert fuckboy lipbite 🫦*

↳ Someone stop me.

↳ PROUDLY shows you off.

↳ Whether to his friends, his school mates or his sisters, they’ll know you two are a package deal.

↳ Wanna know how Edric asked you out?

↳ He sent you a poem by accident. Call him Edrizz Blight cause bro is smooth.

↳ At least compared to his dad.

↳ And only online.

↳ I’ll throw shade on all the blight males. No one shall stop me.

↳ Edric doesn’t feel jealous of anyone. He knows you love him, and he feels safe in your guys relationship.

↳ But Emira flirting with you makes him feel small.

↳ The two are pretty much identical, safe for the hair length and which side their moles are on.

↳ She constantly makes fun of him, plus he’s given next to nothing attention from his parents. {Middle child syndrome}

↳ You’re one of the very few people Edric has in his life and he trusts you enough to just lead him astray.

↳ As his mother would call it. 😒

↳ Though Emira only flirts with you when he’s been annoying to her standards.

↳ He’ll become clingy when she does this, Edric’s way to tell her and others that your occupied with him. 😤

↳ She knows how important you are to him, so over time, her flirting slowly stims down, but she’ll still pick on him occasionally.

↳ Can I have both you and Emira?

↳ Edric would take your clothes. He’ll shamelessly where them around you, his family, school mates. EVERYWHERE.

↳ I personally don’t see Edric having ANY girl sit on his lap, I just can’t really imagine it??

↳ But if you wanna sit him in your lap… 🫣

Hunter Noceda

↳ Every time he sees you:

↳ He’s just, so IN love with you bro.

↳ I would be too though so.

↳ HES NOT SPECIAL 👹

↳ Me and Hunter: 🤾‍♂️🤺

↳ Fr.

↳ Bro I’m so fucking cringe 💀 I’m sorry if this is just straight up annoying.

↳ ANYWAY-

↳ Loves to hug you. He will fall asleep on you. This is canon. Zeno and I said so. 😌

↳ Hunter will sit in your lap. Just gotta put him in it.

↳ Wanna sit in his lap? DO IT. He can handle it, but he will be flustered.

↳ I think I’m going insane 🤡

↳ Would wear your clothes.

↳ But only if you insist cause whether he’s in his golden era or wet cat era, he ain’t askin’. Bitch too shy.

↳ Hunter is in love with you and I’m gay for you.😍

↳ Accept my proposal bbg.

💍

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda x reader #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #hunter wittebane x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter #toh hunter x reader #edric blight #edric toh #edric blight toh #edric blight x reader #edric blight toh x reader #my sanity went out the window lmao #I’m also just super gay for most women so-

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anika-ann · 1 year

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Missing Home (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, early relationship, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader (GG x Sparkles) Word count: 2900

Summary: Still stuck working in an office after you had been at the centre of a case – stalked, kidnapped and shot – you get the first taste of what it’s like to be the girlfriend of Captain America.

With his mission lasting for days, with no contact allowed, to say you were worried and you missed him would be an understatement. But what about him? And how do you even greet your boyfriend of three weeks and best friend in one person home…?

Warnings: FLUFF, mention of canon-typical violence and injuries, language

A/N: Standalone or a one-shot following Love on the Brain series and (Love)Sick. ; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

Checking mission reports was a boring job.

Looking for discrepancies among several reports from the same mission as to reveal potential moles was, while undeniably important, a very boring job as well, even as it involved cooperation with your friendly resident artificial intelligence.

Listening to hours and hours of records from surveillance was nothing less than vital for upcoming missions – but that was a spectacularly boring job that induced paranoia and made a person question every word they heard.

You were sick of it all.

Recovery took time, you knew that. Even with medical miracles such as Dr.Cho’s cradle and highly effective rehabilitation techniques, you were still only allowed to have leg days and cardio days that would not involve much upper body strength work if any. Your dislocated thumb was still tender at times, even if fully functioning. You still had more frequent obligatory therapy sessions due to the fact you had been kidnapped by a stalker whom you had to kiss in order not to catch a bullet to your brain and who ended up shooting you in the arm. Bottom-line was, you had not yet been cleared to go back to action – and for a good reason.

Temporarily moving you to a desk job was the right decision, you were aware of that. Going out to the field where a supposed recon-mission could change into a shoot-out or intense hand-to-hand session with no chance to tap-out was not a safe place for anyone who wasn’t at their hundred percent and considering the fact that a damn flu had taken you down and slowed down your healing, you wouldn’t dare to deny that you weren’t ready. The system placed at the AI worked and was a good one – at any day, you’d agree with that, even if you bitched about it.

The problem was that Steve had been cleared. Naturally, whatever injuries he would have sustained would be healed long before yours and he hadn’t suffered any. The emotional impact on him, while not insignificant, was deemed resolved sufficiently. Had he seen the woman whom he was in love with – and hadn’t get a chance to tell her yet at the time – held at gunpoint? Yes. Would there be a session after you returned to field in case a mission involving both of you came up? Yes. But he had already been benched for a few days and the worst of humanity didn’t exactly take a holiday just so he could spend time with you and stay safe and sound within the walls of the Tower.

That was fine. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been worried for him before he kissed you senseless.

The problem was, you were bored, and despite wanting to pay close attention to your momentary – no less important – assignment, you had to admit you were growing antsy.

And it wasn’t just because of the itching to get your body moving. You didn’t only miss some of the adrenalin straight to your bloodstream, even though right now, it was mostly cortisol flooding your body. You’d smile at knowing how the concentration of stress hormones changed according to which type of stress you were going through – courtesy of being a friend with a literal genius or two – but you couldn’t find it in yourself to will your mouth to do the hard work.

You missed Steve. This was his first mission lasting longer than 24 hours since you… got together, and in addition to longing for his presence, your mind was in overdrive as you wondered what the appropriate way to greet him was.

Even as your former BAU team wasn’t in your vicinity, you could practically feel Emily’s unimpressed gaze on you, see JJ’s and Derek’s smirk, hear Garcia’s cooing at the cutesy of you two. It made you want to bang your head against the desk. It would have been safe to do that – the stack of paperwork was so tall your landing would be soft.

Yes, there was probably nothing special about Steve coming home after three days, except there was, Emily. No, Derek, no, JJ, we hadn’t slept together yet which was a whole another issue, so that wasn’t really an option – or was it? Try to push for some sweet lovin’ baby (God, Derek, shut up) after Steve had to deal with violent offenders? Probably not. Even if it might take Steve’s mind off of things; and of yours. And yes, Penelope, we are crazy in love, we’re that one disgustingly adorable couple, I guess. Not helping.

Could you even kiss him upon coming home? If he arrived to the apartment building, there was no questioning it; and so far, that was what had been happening. But what if he came down here? What if he came back while you were still at the Tower? You didn’t want to embarrass him; even as you knew he certainly wasn’t ashamed of dating you in the slightest, you didn’t want to make a spectacle out of you two. You didn’t want to give other agents any reason to whisper with renewed intensity about favouritism; you had already heard enough, thank you very much.

But then what were you supposed to do?

Whenever he’d come back, before, you’d hug him. Tight. And perhaps that was the answer – that would be perfectly acceptable. Maybe you’d stealthily press a kiss to the nearest patch of skin. Subtle. Right? But that just-

“Jones?”

You jumped in your chair, earning a very strange and very disconcerted look from your next-cubicle colleague, momentarily standing right by your desk.

Janine. Her name was Janine Anderson, you reminded yourself as you blinked yourself back into reality, the low hum of the computers and shuffle of papers reaching your ears along with a buzzing sound – and a vibration on your wrist which you momentarily ignored.

“Yes?” you asked, remembering to arrange your face into at least a polite smile, even as you felt blood flush your face. Some (co)worker you were.

Agent Anderson just bit back a smile; she was nice like that. You liked her. You weren’t exactly friends but whenever you got benched after an injury and ended up here, you’d strike an easy conversation. She was rather sweet and as far as you could tell, she was the rare kind of person who might have envied you your friendship – now relationship – with Steve, but was able to look past it because she was able to see beyond the end of her own nose and to be happy for other people.

“Your wrist has been buzzing for maybe a minute. Are you okay?”

What.

“What?”

Your head snapped to your StarkWatch, momentarily having fallen silent – but shining with nine notifications. NINE messages.

Your stomach dropped to your feet, heart stuttering in panic. Oh god no, no, no, no-

Seven from Tony. Two from Steve.

You let your shoulders relax a bit. If Steve texted you, he didn’t sustain any life-threatening injuries – even though you knew that if he had and was still conscious, he’d try to play them down for the sake of your mental health. You scrolled down the notifications, the world around you once again fading away as you could practically hear the two distinct voices from two different conversations.

(3:50) Metalhead: the bald eagle has landed

(3:50) Metalhead: not that cap’s bald

(3:50) Metalhead: only got singed a little

(3:50) GG😘: Hey Sparkles. Just landing. You busy?

(3:50) Metalhead: he still has all hair so still pretty I guess

(3:51) Metalhead: but his profile does look kinda like bald eagles right

(3:51) Metalhead: of course it does he was born on 4th July

(3:51) GG😘: Whatever Tony’s telling you, he’s being an ass. I’m fine. Missed you. Meet me?

(3:52) Metalhead: oh great will get cap speech now

“God you’re such an asshole,” you muttered under your breath, startled at the cackle sounding by your right. You spun in your chair, head snapping up. “I’m sorry, not you. Tony.”

Janine’s eyes shined as she held at her chest as if holding back a full-belly laughter, still chuckling. What a sweet easy-going human.

“Yeah, I figured,” she hummed, nodding to the offending device. “Wanna share or is that confidential?”

You snorted. “Barely. I mean this in an affectionate way – I think – but Tony being an ass is barely a secret.”

Janine smirked. “So… they’re back. Ohhhh. He’s making dirty comments about a proper welcome home, isn’t he?”

You wished.

You sighed, eyeing the stack of papers on your desk. There would be no welcome home at this rate. You had been slow today and since you had had no idea when Steve would be coming back, it had been next to impossible to stay motivated.

Regret and worry bit into your gut. If you had been antsy before, now you were outright fidgety. Steve had clearly been hurt, he admitted he had missed you – which wasn’t a bad thing, he was tender like that, unafraid to show you this kind of vulnerability – and you were about to get stuck in here for at least another hour. Or two.

But you had to go. You had to check up on him. Then, you’d get back here, which would be hundred times harder once you’d actually seen him; despite the anxiety nagging your brain, your body was already humming for Steve’s presence. Still – no matter how difficult it would be, there was no other option.

“I wish. Whatever they did… I guess it was a close call,” you explained, gulping and eyeing your workspace once again with dismay.

“Well then what are you still doing here? Lock those papers up and run. These aren’t going anywhere, trust me. They can wait till tomorrow if not longer.”

You worried your teeth over your lower lip at her suggestion; your heart already sang at the premise of throwing responsibility to the wind.

After all, Steve was probably hurt. Janine was right – what the fuck were you still doing here?

“Anderson, you are my new favourite person,” you blurted out, hastily opening the container under the desk by your left, shoving the papers in there with little care, swiftly tapping in your code – Janine had the decency to look away, bless her soul – and rising to your feet almost at once.

Already stepping away, you took a U-turn as you heard Janine mumble: “Yeah, till you see your man maybe.”

She huffed a surprised laugh as you leaned over her chair and hugged her with the lightest pressure. She patted your hand and motioned for you to shoo away.

“Go get him, tigress.”

You hummed in agreement, already half-way out. Y tapped at your phone furiously, practically jogging to the elevator.

(3:54) Me: 42 floor med bay?

You received the message just as the elevator door opened for you.

(3:54) GG😘: Just getting released after a check-up. Told you.

“Smartass,” you huffed at the addition, feeling your lips curl up in a relieved smile.

(3:55) Me: omw

The ride ten floors up was short, you knew that but it might have as well lasted for eternity. You fought the urge to tap your foot – you suspected Jarvis somehow could tell that and tried to have the elevator go faster. Clearly, he was learning. Since the A.I. have interrupted your potential first kiss with Steve (maybe twice), Tony might have learned a thing or two and attempted to teach J how to read signs.

Not that you cared.

You nearly fell out of the cart with how quick you were to step out and look around. You scanned the small crowd, realizing it made sense the med bay would be full after a three-day mission involving maybe ten agents, especially since even Captain America had got hurt. Yet, it was hard to see anything but the unmistakable outline of the tall broad figure, more so since his shoulders were only accentuated by the shield strapped to his back.

Still in his suit, albeit the navy blue one for stealth, he was impossible to miss, towering above most of medical staff and agents alike. He seemed a little lost in the midst of the organized chaos, even as he was clearly checking that everyone was being treated. Of course he was.

When he spotted you walking down the corridor, his face lit up – so much you could see it even at the distance.

A few faint smudges of dirt which he had obviously tried to clean up remained on his face, the darker patches on his suit hard to ignore; but whatever had happened, his fire-proofed gear took most of not all of the hit. You felt the traces of anxiety melt away from you. Steve was okay. Tony Stark was an asshole, but an asshole with a brilliant brain and despite all his talk and jokes, he cared deeply about the safety of his friends and his designs reflected that. Bless the jerk.

Steve stalked to you in several long strides, avoiding the few people in his way – a doc, a nurse, two agents whom he had probably been in the field with, nodding at them reassuringly, but absently. He was a man on a new mission – you.

You were off the ground before you could say more than a soft hey.

He scooped you up, arms firm around your waist, your feet hovering inches above his combat boots. You had no choice but to wrap your arms around his shoulders in an air-tight hug and you were grateful for it; it was the only thing that felt right, your body easily melting into his. Like puzzle pieces falling into place, magnets inevitably drawn to each other and attached through one of the fundamental laws of nature.

There was no kiss. Just both of you breathing in deeply, releasing the air slowly as the comfort of being in each other’s arms sunk into your skin, through your muscles to the very marrow of your bones, enveloping your heart in a gentle warmth.

Steve smelled of disinfectant, soap, sweat and smoke, but the tinniest hint of him was there somewhere, your brain helpfully supplying everything else. A phantom smell of his cologne and coffee. Home. You didn’t care if it was insane to think this way after less than three weeks of dating. Being in his arms felt like coming home, even as he was the one who had been away.

His lips brushed briefly over the skin of your throat before he set you down to your feet, no doubt conscious of this not being the place for anything more. Truth was, you didn’t need more at the moment – it suddenly felt so silly to have wondered how this would go, how it should go. This was perfect; any outcome of this encounter, as long as Steve came back home in one piece, would be. And it seemed it was good enough for him too.

He interlaced your fingers together as he led you back towards the elevator. You could feel several stares on you – and you didn’t give a damn. You let the warmth of Steve’s calloused hand seep into yours, glancing at his content smile, which widened when he felt your gaze on him and looked down at you, eyes brimming with affection.

You were lucky, the pair of you – the elevator was still there and empty bar you. The second the door slid shut and all the nosy onlookers were gone, you found yourself crowded against the wall of the cubicle, gentle palms cradling your face, lips stealing a kiss and the breath from your mouth.

He didn’t have to say he missed you – he had the tenderness and the palpable need in his touch speak for him, a sigh of deep contentment falling from his lips and parting yours. Your hands found careful purchase of his shoulder, fingers sliding to his nape to caress the short hair there, hoping you could have him feel at least half the love your heart was humming with. You let yourself fall into the soft waves of affection, his warm solid body grounding you in reality even as this felt like a dream.

Home.

Only when out of breath, his nose nuzzled yours; fingertips brushing over your hair, brief encounters of lips, again and again, causing you both smiling wider and wider as you opened your eyes.

“Hi,” he finally reciprocated your greeting, drawing a soundless chuckle from you, hands still firm and gentle on your face, the blue of his irises shining.

“Welcome home, GG,” you whispered back, earning another kiss, his fingers sinking into your hair and tipping your head back just slightly to indulge you both, to kiss you deeper, to feel more of you.

He leaned his forehead against yours then, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, his voice wishful, heavy and light at once – profoundly serene, as you were.

“Yeah, Sparkles… I am.”

If the elevator only began to rise only then, you wouldn’t have been able to tell nor you cared, realisation dawning to you through the soft veil of affection.

The welcome part of Steve coming home had never mattered. And the home part was not set firmly in time and space – you built it right there where you stood as one, together.

Steve Rogers masterlist // Love on The Brain masterlist

Oh these two... giving me all kinds of feels 🥰

Sorry I've been kinda awol, school has became a lot and I couldn't find energy to write... it's being worked on 😅

Thank you for reading!

#fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america imagine #captain america #steve rogers #love on the brain #missing home #anika ann

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tamayula-hl · 2 months

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I am honoured that you complimented my art 🙌🥹. Inspiration... I often fantasise about what Sebastian or Ominis would do in such a situation when I watch a film or TV drama, or I come up with a story inspired by something I've experienced in a moment of my daily life😍. I also get very paranoid when I'm looking at the Harry Potter series Wiki!

Also, my art style originates from NARUTO and Crayon Shin-Chan! I've been into Shin-Chan since kindergarten and NARUTO since I was 10 years old, and I've reproduced those manga countless times until today 🥹. I learnt a lot from these two manga and now I can enjoy drawing like this 😍. (As a side note, my handle 'Tamayula' is a reference to the three bald brothers 'Tamayura Brothers' in this film by Shin-Chan🤣)

Oh, sorry I startled you with their strange faces 😂. In Japan, when drawing CharacterxOC (in Japanese, this kind of fan art is mainly called "夢絵/Yume-picture"), eyes are often not drawn on purpose to remove the OC's personality (of course, there are many OC Yume-picture in Japan with well-drawn eyes! ) When I draw OCs with no particular setting or backstory, I follow this style and leave out their eyes 😌.

But in the Wizarding World, it could be interpreted as 'an OC who is cursed to be seen by others as someone without eyes' 🤣

Hello anon at that time! Ah, 'Red, White, Royal Blue'! I haven't read all the original novels yet, but I love the film version so much that I've already seen it many times😍. I also thought of Ominis as soon as I heard that line about the mole and inbreeding, and the make out scene between Alex and Henry makes me wish I could see this amazing hot scene with Seb and Omi 😂 (I always draw only CharacterxF!OC but I love Sebinis too! ) That movie was so great 😌✨

#answers

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the-terukane-archives · 6 months

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im waiting for the day i inevitably forget to smash the ask anonymously button and reveal my naked mole rat self to the blinding sun

anyways terukaneaoi frieren au cause fuck it

-teru and aoi are the immortal elves who accompanied akane the human on a quest to slay the demon king

-they eventually succeeded, and both teru and aoi left akane afterwards in the capital, resuming their wanderer lifestyle, but not before promising akane to take him to see their favorite sunset in fifty years.

-the years go by and aoi + teru sometimes travel together when their interests align (teru is a powerful warrior that utilizes some magic at times, aoi is a great mage of a bygone era)

-neither visit akane, not until the promised time has arrived

-fifty years come and go and now akane is old and balding (teru made fun of him for it and akane didnt give a shit)

-they travel a long distance that the younger akane could have easily tread without breaks, but the journey takes much longer. just another stark reminder of how the passage of time has affected him so much

-akane made an offhand comment about how they'd look the same even after his passing, which genuinely was the point where the two elves realized that their cherished companion truly has almost reached a point of no return in his life

-they see the sunset and fast forward to the funeral. only outside the cathedral does aoi break down into tears. teru however is still in shock, like akane would turn the corner any minute and tell him to get back to work

(can you tell this au has been crawling in my mind for a while)

-pc anon

i’m sorry this is a great au but also the part about akane balding was so out of left field… we love our male pattern baldness having king 😍😍😍also i hope that day comes soon 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 i need to be your mutual (if i’m not already) fr!!!

#tbhk #terukaneaoi #from remy

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Hey hey! Love your writing:) I was looking at your JK master list and Legend looks so cool but there’s no link? Is that a mistake or is it still a wip? I love when you write fantasy😍😭

OMG thanks so much!!! JK as a selkie comes from a convo with my friends @madbutgloriouspond and @blog-name-idk and I need to find the time to finish it. Here's an excerpt:

Pairing: JK x f! reader

It’s early, but you prefer walking along the beach when there are less people. The sun’s up, barely, there’s a light salty breeze blowing your hair in your face and there’s movement out of the corner of your eye.

Three men fighting over what seems to be – a fur coat?

You don’t want to get involved but two of the men are fully dressed and the other one is naked so it seems unfair that the pair are trying to take the fur coat off him.

‘Hey!’ you shout, before you can talk yourself out of it. ‘Back off!’

You wave your phone. ‘I’m calling the police!’

The two men exchange a look and shove the naked man into the sand. Then they’re off.

You approach the naked man warily. ‘Are you ok?’

He looks up at you, dark hair in his face, almost covering his eyes. He’s slim but there’s bulk to his shoulders and arms, a ridge of muscle along his abs.

He gets up suddenly, overbalances, and you take a step back so he doesn’t fall into you.

The fur coat’s back on his shoulders, you’re glad for small favours.

‘Thank you,’ he says. ‘For helping me.’

‘Don’t worry,’ you say. You smile and move past him to continue your walk.

He says, ‘I owe you everything.’

His words make you turn back, slightly nervous at the seriousness of his tone.

‘You’ve very welcome,’ you say, ‘I didn’t really do anything.’

You’re a few metres down the beach when you realise he’s trailing behind you.

‘I have to return your kindness,’ he says, when you stop dead and turn around to look him fully in the face.

Shit. What is this guy on?

‘You can return it by living your life,’ you say, nodding encouragingly. ‘Away from me.’

He considers this carefully. ‘Do you feel threatened by me?’ he asks, keeping his distance.

You eyeball him from the top of his mussed hair, to the ridiculous fur coat he’s got on in the middle of summer, to his bare feet, and can honestly say that you don’t.

‘You don’t owe me anything,’ you insist.

‘Can I try to repay you?’ he asks. He pushes his hair away from his face, like seeing more of him will change your mind.

He’s got an interesting face, wide eyes, beautiful skin, a mole under his bottom lip that draws your gaze.

You sigh. ‘Can you do yard work?’

***

Half an hour later your new acquaintance is standing beside you, regarding the mess that was your grandmother’s yard quizzically.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ you say. ‘This isn’t worth it. You’re free to go, you don’t have to help me with this.’

‘That’s not what I was thinking,’ he says. He looks at you worriedly. ‘How would you have done this alone?’

‘It would have taken me longer without your help,’ you allow.

‘Your hands are small,’ he says, critically, brows furrowed. ‘And your arms —’

‘And you’re wearing a fur coat in summer, there’s no judgement here,’ you interrupt, raising an eyebrow at him.

‘It’s a pelt,’ he tells you, huffy.

‘There’s probably something up in the loft that’ll fit you,’ you say. ‘Stay here. I’ll go up.’

When you get back down to the yard, you’re greeted by the twin mounds of his very firm buttocks.

‘Holy shit. Get some clothes on,’ you say, turning your eyes up hurriedly as he approaches you.

‘I see people on the beach wearing tiny clothes that don’t cover much more than this,’ he tells you.

‘Well you’re not on the beach, you’re in my yard. And in this house we wear clothes,’ you retort.

You shove the bundle of clothes you’ve found into his chest, and turn your back as he gets dressed.

When you look around again, thankfully, he’s decent.

Your grandfather’s clothes are a size too large but it’s probably just as well given your new friend’s penchant for getting naked at the slightest opportunity.

‘Just to be clear,’ you clarify. ‘This isn’t indentured servitude just because I helped you this morning. You can go whenever you want, ok? You don’t owe me a thing.’

‘I owe you everything,’ he says solemnly.

‘Are you even listening,’ you grumble.

You decide you’ve spent enough time arguing with him. He looks strong, and willing, and the yard isn’t going to clear itself.

He works hard, genuinely like he believes he owes you something for scaring those guys off, carrying the weeds you clear out to the bins, seemingly tireless.

By lunchtime you’ve made decent headway. You get up, ignoring the way your knees protest after kneeling in the dirt for so long, and say, ‘come in, let’s take a break.’

‘I don’t need a break,’ he tells you earnestly. ‘I’ll help you finish this.’

You furrow your brow at him. ‘We’re not carrying on unless you eat something —‘

You realise you don’t know his name.

‘Jungkook,’ he supplies helpfully, ‘of the Jeon clan.’

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aprillikesthings · 2 months

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OKay gotta distract myself from constantly refreshing my fic and staring at numbers, by continuing my spop rewatch

If you're new here: I'm rewatching all of She-Ra for fic writing purposes, and live-blogging it, with too many screenshots. None of this is spoiler-free. I make a lot of jokes and talk about my life and make references to other shit.

Also, I find Catra's villainy to be kinda hot (okay more than just kinda hot)

s4 ep1 the coronation

"April did you rewatch the Portal scene again"

Yes, because that's where I left it paused, mind your own business

OKAY so I remember this from the first time I watched it, like, four years ago--that of all the emotional stuff this show gets 100% correct, I'm not sure Glimmer's grief over her mother is all that accurately portrayed. She just seems to "get over it" too fast?

By which I mean: yes, it's the focus of this episode, but that's basically it.

When my dad died--and keep in mind I'd been no contact for six months, I'd already done most of my grieving for him!--I was so out of it I couldn't even read anything longer than a few paragraphs for multiple months. All my writing basically screeched to a halt. And Glimmer likes her mom!

BUT tbh I keep remembering someone pointing out that each season covers WAY more time than I originally assumed. Because the first time I watched this I assumed we were like, literally a week or two after the events at the end of s3. It's probably closer to several months. And that makes way more sense.

Also who else is confused as to what "princess" and "queen" even mean in this universe, like there are several princesses who are clearly in charge of their kingdoms? is just when their parents DIE that they become queens? if so wtf is wrong with Frosta's parents "lol you're eight now, time for you to be in charge of literally everything, and you'll never see us again"??

okay but literally did they only ask Mermista to do the flowers as a joke bc I am literally sad for her now :(

There she is!!! 😍

Also I read some (old) commentary from Nate about why her hair is flatter this season and nooooooo

oh hey remember that you tied up Adora

okay do you remember this specific time you tied up Adora lolol

"Don't talk about my ex-girlfriend!!! it's a very sensitive topic *sobs*"

Glimmer's coronation robe is so great. I wonder if, like IRL ones, it's made out some insanely hard-to-get fur and weighs approximately five tons.

The line delivery of "BOW! CALM DOWN!" made me laugh so hard I had to play it for other people and then watch it again.

"Power changes people"

Not everyone is like you!!! >:(

(if anything, responsibility is more likely to change Glimmer)

poor bb

it's Entrapta's little naked mole rat robot!! which is also somehow also a squeaky toy??

Scorpia wants SO BAD to find a way to see Catra as not a terrible person

the robot didn't deserve that

"Don't talk about my ex-girlfriend!!! it's a very sensitive topic *sobs*" (pt 2)

Scorpia is such a cinnamon roll

Adora literally only owns like three outfits. And this is her "nice dress."

Bow's dad's!!

Also this is framed so much like a wedding, even the music is wedding-ish

I'M NOT SAYING A DAMN THING ABOUT THIS

A FRIEND

okay maybe not

I'm sticking with my theory that this is several months after the end of s3 which means she's been like this (unable to teleport) for a while

Yeah, people have discussed this a great deal, re: grief: most people want to talk about the people they've lost, if you give them a safe time/place to do it. You don't have to avoid the subject.

;_;

I once again ask myself: where were you keeping the sword this whole time lolol

NICE (Glimmer put the fancy lantern into the little niche for it)

Aziraphale? Is that you?

IT'S SO CUTE

I wonder when Angella recorded this

YEAH!

where did you get the new outfit 2. isn't your other arm cold 3. she's fucking purring

She says this the exact same way she says "Hey, Adora" and I went "EUGGGH" out loud

Some people were like, "oh, her redemption arc in s5 was so rushed" and meanwhile I'm like, "I wish they'd made her deranged and mean a little longer, actually. For Reasons."

Anyway I've run out of images unless I reblog the post, SO: she yanks the little crystal thing Entrapta made out of Hordak's suit so he collapses and then taunts him with the knowledge that Horde Prime is not gonna be happy to find out he can't even subdue the Rebellion, basically puts herself in charge, end of episode

WOOOOO

#april rewatches spop #the coronation

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mistletoe - liam, clem, marcus

last christmas - what sort of fanfics do absolutely not read? do you have any red flags in fanfics?

let it snow - i’m 22, british (and stereotypically british. strong accent, need my tea to function, love cricket and rugby, name any stereotype and it’s probably true). i’m very confident and very good at helping others, i’m always the therapist of the friend group. i’m a big sports fan, and although i only know british sports, i’m really curious and open to learn about sports of other countries/cultures.

winter wonderland - paul aron

mistletoe: pls this is so hard :( uhhhhh i think i’ve been forced to choose between liam and clem before and i think i chose clem for marrying. because idk even tho i love liam tons, clem seems more like a marriage candidate? if you get what i mean? i can imagine myself and clem being one of those cute couples getting married before they’re 25 🥺 while with liam, it’s more of a… young, teenage kind of love? at least in comparison to clem… not that it makes a lot of sense since clem’s only about a year older….. idk what im talking about, sorry 😭 anyway i’ll go for marry clem, kiss/fuck liam and sorry marcus 💔you’re sweet and all but you can’t really fight them for my heart

last christmas: oooo i’m actually very very picky when it comes to fanfic reading lol! i dont read a lot these days, and when i do, i spend most of the time just reading descriptions…. i usually only read established relationship aus, especially if it’s smut, so no like coworker!aus (except for reader!driver x driver). except for also maybe like best friend!aus or possibly possibly brother’s best friend!aus (but they have to be longer then and i must have time to get emotionally invested lol). and i only read pretty soft smuts, no degradation or super kinky stuff, i love and fully support that other people enjoy reading it but it’s just not my cup of tea. and i can’t really do oc x reader or fics in third person, i almost only read fics written in second person pov? with exceptions for tasia’s fics and like two other writers maybe. hmmm i probably have more but this is all i can think of rn!

let it snow: omg i ship you with logan sargeant!! i think the american x brit trope would be so cute. he would love your accent, and also like to make fun of it, but don’t worry! you will definitely get to make fun of him too!! teach him about british culture and he will teach you about… hotdogs and… hamburgers….. 😍 and he would love to introduce you to his favorite american sports!! and you being the therapist of the friend group would be very good for him, let him rant and get everything out and you’ll have a very happy logan <3

winter wonderland:

it's easy for you to get carried away by the sight of his arms. the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours, the way little freckles and moles are scattered across his skin, the way the muscles in his forearm flex when he gives your hand a little squeeze. it's like time and the outside world doesn't exist: it's just you and paul. and his hands and arms.

#the paul fic 🤭🤭#it’s ready and waiting #2.6k(?) words of just me praising paul’s hands and arms #thank u for your ask!! <3 #anon!#mistletoe!#let it snow!#last christmas!#winter wonderland!#jack's 1.5k celly!#im so excited to post it

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certifiedcomedianette · 1 year

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excessive flirting

- "My, isn't it such a lovely day today? You know what else is lovelier? You being around me."

- "...."

- "Did you know two is better than one? Perhaps you'd like to be my other half?"

- "........"

- "one, two, three ... we were meant to be, four, five, six, seven .. Ah! Seven o'clock it is then. It's a date!"

- "....attends quoi..?"

I LIKE TO HEADCANON THAT BEFORE THEY BECAME A THING, GREGORY KEPT ON TRYING TO FLIRT/COMPLIMENT MOLE SO MOLE CAN FALL FOR HIM AND HE JUST ENDS UP CONFUSED 😍😍😍🤩

#southpark #gregstophe #gregoryofyardale #gregoryxchristophe #christophedelorne #christophexgregory #sp #imagineflirtingwithyourcrush #L #Ratio #british man tries to flirt with french man #he fails #L + Ratio + Gregory sucks

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septemberrie · 10 months

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About It was just red and Battle lines: would you tell us a little bit about each characters' (fashion) styles? I usually don't care much about these things but your stories, especially the characters, are so real and dear to me that i feel like there's still more things i want to know about them 😊. If you could tell us or use pictures to show how the golden trio & co used to dress as teens or in later years (when they weren't in their uniforms lol), or Farah and Bloom in Battle lines (i don't think saul ever wore anything but his uniform 😁). Or if you'd like to talk about other stuff, little bits of trivia like what kind of music saul likes or what class farah or ben failed at when they were at alfea or Andreas' guilty pleasure... i'm all ears 😉

omg 😍 what a fun question, anon!! I love thinking about this and I'm so flattered you're also not ready to let go of either of these fics bc that's the bestest compliment from a reader, and also same here lol you can pry my beloved characters from my cold dead hands!!

I would also love to hear your opinions on all these things!! What am I missing? what am i not thinking of, besides that Andreas absolutely had ...Baby One More Time on repeat?

Anyway, lots of clothes and excellent fashion beneath the cut. Also apologies these are shitty screenshots from Pinterest lol.

Battle Lines

I was about to post and reread your message and realized you asked about Farah and Bloom, not Farah and Saul, but I already wrote about Saul so I'm keeping it in 😅

Alright so as you already mentioned, Saul pretty much only ever wears his uniform. I'm also an evil capitalist and never gave him a day off the entire time he worked for Domino lmao. But when he does get days off, he rocks Roy Kent, black slim-fit t-shirt look, maybe throws a black leather jacket if it's cool (I'm really threading the "vow of poverty" needle here lmao).

The two times I call out his outfits as something besides his Alfea uniform (which I visualize as very similar to the show, black long-sleeve shirt and black pants) were after he gets shot and he gets to slouch around in a comfy hoodie for a change.

And of course... the masquerade tailcoat. Seen here before it gets covered in blood 😌

Farah I visualized as, basically, "classy girlboss (affectionate)." Lots of form-fitting but otherwise unrevealing cuts; bold colors but very few patterns; quite similar to her S1 look but a little more dressed up. I don't see her as eschewing function for form--both dresses and dressy trousers are fair game.

Bloom is much more of a free spirit than Farah. I see her in also-form-fitting but unstructured cuts, and much more casual than Farah. Jeans, but otherwise neutral colors to counter her hair and personality.

It was just red.

In the depths of my blog I actually talked about the fashion of the adults when they were in Alfea, which falls squarely in the mid-to-late 90s if you ascribe to the tenuous timeline we're told. But to recap/keep going:

I actually have a really hard time pinning Farah down fashion-wise in this. I love her in casual stuff that's practical for living under Rosalind's first regime. But I also see her having hand-me-downs that are actually quite fashionable although she doesn't really realize it.

Saul has the Joey Tribbiani "comfort + practicality" going for him, lots of plaids/sweaters/jumpers and always with an undershirt; based on some hairy men in my life who are insecure of their chest hair (even though I think they should slut it up, please) I hc Saul as self-conscious that he's not a hairless mole rat. Hey you asked for trivia anon, you're getting it 😅

I love Andreas being extremely tryhard although he tries to play it off like he isn't. He actually has done this exact pose in front of Ella in hopes she'd take his picture so it could make it into the Alfea yearbook under "We'll Remember These Days" or "Our Seniors Take Wing."

#tell me what you think anon!!!#i would love your thoughts as well #my writing #asks #anonymous #fandom love #battle lines #it was just red

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