#[[ and then they mock people for being sappy ]]

[wwasted]

this is gaining some traction so here’s some more figure skating au (back better than ever with mood boards)

more figure skating au:

Gale wears the tightest pants he can get away with while also having full range of motion for practice. A few of the other skaters used to give him shit about it when he first started skating there after they moved but he’d just glare at them and use it as fuel to be better than all of them. Now he’s practically worshiped by most people there and some of the younger guys coming in even try to copy his style but John very loudly proclaims that they have nothing on his calves, thighs, and ass. John is banned from practice.

John is constantly getting into shit because he bets on anything and everything and while he wins most of the time, there’s been a few times where he has to put up or shut up. That’s how he ends up at a tattoo parlor with Curt at 1 in the morning getting his nipples pierced by a leather daddy. At first he was only going to keep them for a few months until he could prove that he did it, but he decided to keep them after realizing it increased the sensitivity like a mother fucker.

(He also 100% has ‘heaven sent’ tattooed above his dick bc sometimes he loses it a little after spending basically an entire week blackout drunk) (he also def dresses up in a slutty nun costume that’s clearly meant for a woman for Halloween and it alters Gale’s brain chemistry and is one of the only times he doesn’t put up a fight when John presses him down to his knees. Gale isn’t even religious, but it’s the first time he prays to anything since he was a young boy.)

Gale’s relationship with his parents in this universe is very weird because while they are rich assholes, his dad is still a gambling drunk. He’s just turned Gale into his show pony. They don’t really give a shit about the gay thing as long as they can brag about Gale being an Olympic hopeful. But Gale also knows that minute he fucks up, he’ll fall from grace. So he pushes himself extra hard so he won’t.

John constantly drunk texts Gale once he gets his number. Gale only gave it to him so they could arrange hook ups easier but John completely breaks all the rules Gale gave him when he entered it into his phone. In the beginning, it’s one of the only ways John ever tries to be sweet to Gale, even if Gale always shuts it down by either not replying or threatening to change his number.

(Once Gale is laying in bed with his boyfriend watching a video of him and Marge at practice so he can figure out why a jump is going wrong when John texts him something really sappy. He’s never been more thankful that John’s number isn’t saved in his phone because he’s able to play it off as a kid with a crush from the practice center. He bitches John out endlessly the next time they see each other, but honestly that reaction just encourages him to continue.)

John starts getting jealous way before Gale does. It starts by him scoffing or mocking whenever Gale says his boyfriend's name (it's giving Maaaaarge) but quickly transitions into him constantly bringing up the fact that clearly Gale’s boyfriend is shit at sex. (He also frequently does this while he’s fucking into Gale at a pace that makes his head spin, will whisper in his ear that it’s okay that John has to train him into being able to take it like this because his boyfriend can’t fuck him right at home. it always makes him come the quickest but it also means that John won’t get sweet fucked out Gale, sometimes the trade off is worth it)

Pls send thoughts I’m dying over here

on this Halloween i bring u this thought: figure skater gale au 🧎🏼‍♀️

Rich, pair figure skater Gale whose family moved to Wisconsin to further his skating career. Marge is his partner. He’s a bit of an ice princess (stoic, bitchy, very blunt) and dating his equally rich quarterback boyfriend. The boyfriend is a total self obsessed douche but they’re both dedicated to their sports so he never gets mad at Gale when Gale has to cancel or doesn’t text. He also makes his parents happy, because of his equal status and they’ve always been weird about him being gay so he figures why the fuck not. He keeps him around, even if the sex is shit.

Enter John. He’s a troublemaking burn out who has absolutely no interest in college, which is funny because he’s constantly hanging around their local college. And that’s only because his best friend Curt attends and someone has to save his ass from the rich pricks and nerds. they’re always at parties and hotboxing Curt’s dormroom (is Curt fucking the RA so he looks the other way? Probably) It’s hard not to be bitter when the whole town wrote him off before he even had the chance because of who his old man is, so he takes a special kind of pleasure in fucking with them and showing that he can be even worse.

They are absolute opposites in every way, and yet they can’t stay away from each other. They love arguing despite the fact that they shouldn’t even talk to each other because they’re in such different circles. Gale is constantly playing the “I’m better than you and you should be thankful I even look at you” card which backfires because it just makes John wanna hold him down and fuck him until he’s begging. Eventually the arguing becomes foreplay and the foreplay turns into them actually hatefucking. And he’s still definitely dating the douche quarterback, but honestly that just makes it hotter for both of them. The sneaking around, the fights in public where everyone thinks they hate each other, but secretly they’ll meet up in the some bedroom or bathroom of whatever house party they’re at and John will fuck Gale until he cries with a hand over his mouth because it turns out you never learn volume control when you don’t typically have a reason to moan or be loud.

(When Gale would have sex with his boyfriend, he would just lay there and get lost in his head, he’d go over the routines with Marge he wanted to improve, what assignments he had for class, he viewed it as his down time where he could get some mental housekeeping done. At least then they both got something out of it. Either way, he never got the urge to moan or make a single sound. And he often had the excuse of needing to be quiet so it worked anyway. The first time Bucky fucks Gale, he’s honestly expecting the same situation but thank fuck their first time manages to be somewhere they have time and is fairly private bc Gale is LOUD. At first Bucky thinks that he’s just faking it, and honestly gets kind of pissed, so he starts going deeper, harder, handling him rougher. But that just makes the noises and moans coming out of Gale even louder, more unhinged, his nails embedding themselves in John’s back and ass and he’s definitely going to end up with scars if they keep doing this. And he really fucking hopes they do. Gale sounds like he’s dying for John’s cock when he comes. He hasn’t even heard some of those noises in porn. Bucky never shuts up about it. Gale gets even bitchier when he’s embarrassed. It’s an endless feedback loop that leads to a lot of rough dirty sex.)

They get off on talking shit about each other to other people and seeing if it ends up getting to the other person. And if it does, repeating what was said during sex. “I wonder what everyone will think when they find out that you love being on your knees for me, since ya know, I’m such worthless trash” “begging for me? But I thought you wouldn’t touch me with a 10 foot pole since the frost would make your dick fall off” It becomes a thing. Until it doesn’t. Because at some point the hate fucking turns into deep emotional fucking where it’s pretty obvious they’re in love with each other. Instead of it being hot to sneak around on Gale’s idiot boyfriend, John wants to beat the shit out of him every time he sees him. Wants to tell him that he’ll never have Gale like John does. And when some guy or girl inevitably talks about how hot John is while Gale is within hearing distance, he wants to brag about how John would never touch them when he has Gale. So something has to give. Gale’s rich friends are shocked and appalled when they find out he’s dating Bucky. It’s honestly kind of a mini scandal at the college. Gale Cleven and John Egan? Unheard of.

But even when they’re in love and they’re dating, Gale is so bitchy. All the time. Constantly threatening Bucky that he won’t put out ever again bc Bucky didn’t respond to a text fast enough (the irony is not lost him) constantly smacking his hand away and turning his head when John tries to kiss him. Total brat. And John loves it. Is obsessed with it. The meaner Gale is to him, the harder he gets. And while Gale may be bitchy, all it takes is a few “princess” or “c’mon doll” in that voice and a hand sliding up under his shirt for Gale to cave and allow Bucky to touch him again.

They do have their sweet moments, especially after sex. if John fucks him just right, it’s like his brain reboots itself and he forgets that he’s supposed to be prickly. He’ll lay his head on John’s chest and shove his face into his neck and nuzzle. He’ll place soft kisses anywhere he can reach. He’ll say I love you while his fingers are tangled in John’s hair.

John loves that version of him just as much as the bitchy one. In fact, John would happily spend the rest of his life thawing his ice princess, just to let him refreeze and start all over.

Thots?

[countlessrealities]

Send in 💗 for me to use a love meter to check the compatibility of our muses || Accepting !

@advnterccs sent: 💗 { To your Rick from my Rick bc of dumb reasons }

"F-Fuck yeah, perfect goddamn score!"

He's obviously proud of his little trick. And why shouldn't he? His score is the right one, no doubts there, so the stupid calculator and everyone else can kiss his ass.

"R-Rick's my soulmate, h-he can't be anything less that my perfect match. Y-You got a problem with that? W-Well..." He shows both his middle fingers. "S-Sucks to be you, I-I couldn't care less."

[lavendorii]

like a year and a half ago I was so intimidated by you I was like ☹️it probably thinks I'm lame as fuck it's so cool but I am so lame and now im out here being like "Finnegan lavendorri set me on fire and stole my wife but it's chill because it's a caterpillar"

TOP TEN ASKS THAT MAKE ME FLAP MY HANDS ND SMILE LALWAYS iye am also lame wer are one and the same

[bea-ce]

Nobody loves me like you do

..or sweet gestures your boyfriend does for you that has your knees buckling and heart fluttering!

characters: wriothesley, childe, alhaitham, lyney

genre: FLUFF!! FLUFF!!! FLUUUUUUUUUUUUFF!!!

warning's: none really? wriothesley's can be interpreted as spicy maybe, but it wasn't intended to be taken that way. maybe obvious bias...

notes: in my healing era and my lover girl has finally gotten the courage of taking the leap of faith of love once more. this is a little tribute to that, and to my boyfriend who's the cause of it. also sorry for having been dead! real busy with school and being bombared with exams all the time (the things i do to get into medicine...)

Wriothesley

It had become routine for you to leave the Duke's bedroom with tangled hair and knots that would only come out by putting balm in your hair when you showered. The cause of it? The Duke himself, of course.

Alas, as the saying goes "there's always a peace before a storm". You feel yourself get thrown off of Wriothesley, hitting your back against the matress with a small huff before you feel his weight shift ontop of you, squeezing the air out of you as giggles erupt from you while you try shoving him off of you to no avail.

Finding yourself with half of your body outside of his bed, having long ago accepted that this was the way you'd be handled by your big, strong lover, you hear Wriothesley chuckle and grabbing hold of your wrist to pull you up, back up on his queen-sized bed.

"What are you doing with half your body outside of my bed, sweetheart?" He asks teasingly, causing you to loudly exclaim at him with mock irritation in response "you're the one throwing me around the bed like a dog with its chewing toy!" causing a laugh to erupt from his chest as he pulls you ontop of him to engulf you into another long, warm hug.

It was part of the routine for him to shove his hands under your shirt, his hands roaming across your body as if mapping every part of you out. Unfortunately for you, the Duke had also made it a habit to go on search for your bellybutton for some odd reason. You'd often find yourself kicking your legs to pry him off of you, screaming and laughing as you'd feel him tickling you as his fingers was searching for his destined goal.

"What's wrong with you?! Why are you so fixated on my navel?!" You'd yell at him between laughs, squirming and fighting against his freely wandering hands that come to a halt upon your words and being met by his icy grey eyes staring softly down at you before he so casually says the sentence that has you limp and melting into his touch.

"I'm fixated on you. All of you, and I'm trying to appreciate and love all of you. Am I so wrong for doing that?"

Tartaglia

There wasn't any special occasion today as far as you knew. No anniversary to be celebrated nor a sappy couples holiday to rub in all the singles people's faces with, so why was it that you could spot your boyfriend with a bouquet of roses in his arms from afar as he waits at the spot the two of you would always meet up on before heading out for your date?

"Am I not allowed to spoil my girl with flowers whenever I feel like it?" He had responded with a mock offended laugh as his free arm wrapped around your waist to return your gesture of pulling him into a tight hug (in all honesty you had just wanted to burrow your face into his chest to hide your teary eyes from him). You can feel his hand rub your side comfortingly, traveling its way up to pet the top of your head before pressing his lips against your forehead reassuringly, an unspoken 'I love you' before pulling you away from his chest to show you his soft smile, reserved just for you.

Inspecting the lovely roses enthrusted upon you, taking in their lovely red, almost pinkish, color as you walk besides Tartaglia. You can't imagine them having been cheap, given both their look of long stems, healthy leaves and from just how fresh they look, along with just how strongly they smelt of roses. Tartaglia's hand finds your free one as you aimlessly walk. A lighthearted laugh that escapes Tartaglia makes you turn your focus to him, noticing the way he's beaming at your fondness of the flowers. "You know I looked a really good while for those flowers you said that you liked, only to have the florist tell me that they only grew wild in another nation. I was super upset that I couldn't get you your favorite flowers!"

He'd give you the world if he could.

Alhaitham

Matching Alhaitham’s thirst for knowledge, you’d often find yourself searching for new subjects to learn about. It wasn't uncommon that the facts you had learnt for the day were things Alhaitham already were somewhat versed in, but to immerse oneself further into a subject was anything but adverse, and even if nothing new was added to his knowledge a bit of repetition never hurt either.

It did happen from time to time that you’d come across information that would never come to any use. Just fun facts to share with someone, and Alhaitham would often fall victim to your ramblings (not that he minded, much less had any complaints about that). As always, you find yourself walking hand in hand with the scribe, your mouth having gone dry from how long you had passionately held a monologue with yourself of a new useless fact you had learnt. Thinking that Alhaitham couldn’t be bothered with trivial, impractical information and that his silence was a sign of that, you can’t help but let a thought slip past your lips. 

“Are you even listening?” you had asked him with a whisper, your hand giving his a light squeeze as your footsteps had come to a stop, halting the man beside you and forcing him to face you. His light turquoise eyes scan over yours, softening before a faint smile traces his lips as he nods. “Of course I’m listening. Don't mind me if I just want to listen. It's where I find the most comfort."

Alhaitham’s unwavering focus is on you. It’s always on you.

"Tada!" You hear his voice burst your little bubble, a curious hum erupting from you as you glance in Lyney's direction. A faltering swan is handed to you from him, looking soggy and sad due to the tissue's soft material and perhaps even because of the magician's untrained hands from lack of practice of origami. You don't miss the way your boyfriend smiles at you before staring intently at you, awaiting your approval of his creation.

Lyney

Sitting across you at the small café Lyney can be seen fiddling with his tissue, his plate having long been empty with only crumbs left behind of the pastry that had formerly been there. Too distracted by the scenery around you, you fail to notice the magician's hands working away on a little surprise for you.

You can't help the laugh that escapes you, due to the cute gesture of his, causing the poor man to deflate in embarrassment and shame, mistaking your laughter as being directed at him because of how just pathetic the swan looks like- The piece of paper faltering too in solidarity with its creator.

Quickly placing down the gift from Lyney, you wave your hands in the air defensively, quick to reassure him, "No, no! I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing over how cute you are being, Lyney! Thank you."

Your encouraging words is all that he needs to regain his confidence and smile right back at you with the same adoring gaze you always have saved for him.

[choppeddreamworm]

Can I get something where fem reader/(Y/N) is in the school musical/play and they are secretly dating James Hook and his crew don't want to go to the show cause it's "stupid" or something and James sneaks into the musical/play and sits in the back just to watch his secret gf.

Musicals have a special place in my heart so I loved when I got your request! I feel like my writing fell a bit flat towards the end but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

-nini 𓄿

One Act play

Pairing: Captain hook x fem! reader

Warnings: none, just hook being rude :] not to you though Word count: 2.2 k (not proofread apologies for grammar/writing mistakes! )

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       "15 minutes till opening!" your directors loud voice notified the cast. The people below you conversed amongst each-other as they tried to fix the bottom of your dress. You held your arms up subconsciously trying not to block them, the puffy shoulders not helping. Before the director had come in and interrupted your train of thought you were running over your lines even mouthing some out loud if needed to fix your pitch. But now you could feel how overbearing your quick pulse and butterflies in your stomach fluttered enough to feel them in your throat. were.

This was the day you'd actually perform the musical you and your classmates had been working on for weeks. You put your heart soul into the auditioning process and your effort paid off because you got the lead role! To add to the overwhelming pressure you had invited your pirate boyfriend to come watch. Which gave you a whole new reason to take this play seriously. He had assured you to not over stress your little head about it but you wanted it to be perfect. No one knew the love you shared with the villain and this was the closest it would come to both of you seen in the same room without suspicion arising.

"Come on Uli it won't be so terrible," hook wasn't one to actually beg with the sea witch but he was trying to keep true to the promise he made you that he'd be there. It would be less weird if him and the Vk's arrived maybe cause some havoc afterward his leader would just have to agree to it. Uliana had other plans though she was too focused on fixing her appearance. It was fitting her room having a big mirror just for her. "I don't want little royals in my ears, singing songs about sappy true love or happy endings!" She puts her hands close to here face as she purposefully makes her voice whinny, mocking the overdone perfect fairy tale stories told. Hades and Maleficent can't help but chuckle at Ulianas   Sarcasm from across the room. Both laying on Mals bed since Uliana and Maleficent shared a room. Hook tries to not seem tense over the unknowing  jab Ursula's sister had taken on his royal girlfriend. Uliana rolls her eyes seeing that hook didn't bite back and goes back to her reflection instead. Hooks eyebrows lift, trying to give Mal a knowing look of "help me out" since she was the only one who knew of you being his lover. To which she ultimately just shrugs her shoulders at him going back to making heart eyes at hades. He looks towards Morgie knowing he'd jump on the bandwagon but for once he was actually focused on doing his biology homework. Something about different dog breeds...

He sighs, opening his mouth before Uliana cuts him off. "-While all of you are blinded by futile ... desires," she turns back around taking in Morgie actually doing homework like some good student at Mekong Academy and the two love birds doing nothing but gazing into each others eyes. She immediately belittles them in her head, "I have better things to tend to". Her tentacles push Hook as she stomps towards the front door. He bites back a snarl,not helping but at-least let a snarky remark leave his lips before she leaves, "don't let your tentacles get caught on your way out!". Which only earns him a little shut up from Uli. He laughs to himself mumbling how good the joke was only to be met with defeating silence now taking over the room. His other friends so caught up in their own personal "adventures".

"Yeah.. I'll just be going as-well, I love all of you too!" He whispers to himself as he follows Ulianas actions by walking out of the room. If he'd have to go alone then so be it.

"Giselle! you're up in five" One of the backstage managers gave you a smile along with small nudge as she called you by your characters stage name. You could only give a pitiful excuse for a grin back. A few tremors going through your body, clammy hands playing with the stage curtains. The people playing narrators were already on stage giving the intro to the audience. From your nervousness you couldn't help but peep in behind the curtains. A theatre half full, with many faces you recognized from classes except one... 

Your eyes desperately scanned each row staring with hope but ending in disappointment. While your heart seemed to try to beat out of your chest and eyes trying to start streaming like a faucet you stated to focus on evening your breath. It would be a shame if you had to force the makeup team to give you a last minute touch up. So instead of focusing on the missing villain in the crowd you started playing with your fingers. He would surely show up soon.

"ticket please," the female student located behind the table declared to a stumped Hook. "admissions should be free this is a school event,"  he answered back in frustration. The ability to afford the entrance fee was not of question it was the fact his valuables would not match school accepted currency. "yes should be, but tonights the opening night for the play though," she sticks her hand out more obviously. He shouldn't have used you as an excuse but he was grasping onto last resorts here plus he didn't tell the complete truth so your relationship was safe, "look lass my... friends in the play, main lead actually-". His words were cut short by the girls obnoxious snort, "your girlfriend- the main lead?" yeah sure!". She jeered looking him up and down not believing a pirate let alone a villain was associated with any person in the musical cast. "maybe you're just mistaken so I'll say this once, your holding up the line.. move" her demeanor changed from taunting to serious, hand no longer stretched out instead now holding a firm position down on the table. Hook leaned down, trying to see if he could intimidate his way in, but he remembered it wouldn't look so good on his part, dulling your staring moment and not seeing you act. "That hair looks awful on you darling maybe ask Fay to bippity bopitty fix that for you yeah?," he let the hook drag on the table a little too hard, ripping the table cloth just a good amount till deciding it was enough. While he strides away from the table towards the outside of the building the ticket girl that had attend him cant help but grab at her hair starting to doubt her own appearance.

He was trying to do things right and the universe seemed to be throwing it back in his face. Many scenarios played out in his head, his love distraught and hurt. There was no way he'd let that happen, he was sure there were other entrances not just so openly disclosed to the public. Presented perfectly to him while walking outside near the backside of the building was a door labeled 'storage', slightly opened, letting only a wisp of light out many people would probably miss but, not him.

The audiences claps brought you back to reality along the narrators walking off the stage towards you giving you a small 'break your leg'. Your breath caressed your teeth watching the lights dim exponentially, being able to conjure only the light silhouette of the props crew setting your scene up. A cozy forest with a castle far in the background. Last thing they did was talk into their mic, giving a thumbs up before leaving the stage. The darkness only teased you with going back in your head the blasting music with the violins and drums made you tense back into your senses. Your feet walked forward in airplane mode until reaching next to the prop mannequin created by you. A few thumps followed behind you, turning towards the dark audience you were met with the other cast kneeling in front of you dressed as animals. Lights slowly coming alive.

Hook was traveling through a dark room quietly before the loud music spooked him making him run into something. He was left cringing more as the objects falling caused a commotion. A few muffled voices made him sprint to the other end of the room where another door was. His eyes deprived of light were blinded when instantly met by the harsh bulbs. As he tried to recuperate people passed by him some dressed in office work clothes, others as animals and one specifically as a squirrel. He tried regain his posture realizing he was backstage. One passer by not helping but say, "I thought pirates weren't supposed to happen till the last act?". Deciding against asking for help since he must've already attracted attention dressed as he was, he tried finding his way cutting across many corners. Until he heard your voice traveling through the walls. He immediately grabbed some unsuspecting victim immediately, "you! where the door to the theatre seats?!". Too afraid to even speak they pointed to a door directly in his sight. He let them go without another thought dashing to the entrance.

"when you meet the someone, who was meant for you" you perked with a bit of faultiness, still struggling with getting into character. "Before two can become one theres something you must do...." your eyes were stuck on the audience still searching for hook. The character was gleeful and confident not unsure and meek.

"do you pull each others tails?" one of the cast members dressed as a bunny pulled on your arms while delivering their line. Which wasn't part of the act but it successfully made you remember your next steps. "Do you feed each other seeds?". You gently took their hand off you, your response along with your next words made it seem intentional. A small chuckle fought your lips , "No, there is something sweeter, Every-body-needs". With every jingle you touched each actors nose. A little sadness lingered in your heart when you looked up to the mannequin with dark hair dressed in red and a fork in his hand per your request.  "Ive been dreamin' of a true loves kiss, and a prince I'm hoping comes with this," the longing in your eyes as you looked at the inanimate object were real and . "Thats what brings ever-aftering, so happy," you gave fork a light touch with the tips of your fingers. Your head went back towards the "animals" who were supposed to be learning from you,"thats the reason we need lips so much". You made small motions with both your fingers connecting them, "for lips are the only things that touch".

"So to spend life of endless bliss.. just find who you love through true love's kiss,-" towards the middle of the singing you looked up with closed eyes feeling the words in your heart. Then with the last few words you looked up onto the crowd, hands out, a small figure towards the back side of the theatre cutting your last note short. You could recognize the frame of your lover anywhere even when you had blasting white lights rendering you blind. He raised his arm, dismissing any doubt in your mind was a shadow of a hook. When James had first laid eyes on you while singing your third verse he had to do a double take. The dress was so dramatic yet you looked so beautiful like A true princess indeed. Even more heartwarming was the fact he came in when you were singing those romantic words to a mannequin that suspiciously resembled him. 

Finally having his eyes on you made you miss your queue to riff, too focused on the way your pulse skipped and how embarrassing your wardrobe must've looked. Big, puffy and white to imitate the wedding taking place in the act. A big true grin now on your face played perfectly into the next sequence, the animals singing about you, repeating your own words. "She's been dreamin' of a true love's kiss," they start circling you. "And a prince she's hoping comes with this," you follow their gestures to the dummy next to you, making your advancements towards it. "Thats what brings ever-afterings, so happy,"  once they finished the verse and onto the next you started swaying with them, "and thats the reason we need lips so much For lips are the only things that touch".  

You gave a wonderful spin letting the artistry of the fabric be shown while your cast members last note rang out. A foot in-front of the other you step closer towards the edge of stage, hands clasping each other  on your chest. " So to spend a life of endless bliss," you cheeks puff, eyes finding the pirate in the audience once again as if singing to him you let passion flow out of you. " just find who you love through true loves kiss"

James didn't hide the big mushy look on his face, he spent every moment in public hiding his feelings for you but the darkness in the auditorium offered him hide out. Where even in everyones eyes you were just acting only two hearts shared their emotions out in public with no one having a clue just them. Ulianas words did make him want to laugh though, this play had just been "little royals in my ears, singing songs about sappy true love or happy endings". Except it was like a dedicated love letter to him and only to him by his theatre loving girlfriend. He would cherish it till his death bed, "embarrassing" parts and all.

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[harzilla]

So I love me some romance but I also love platonic love. Like you can love somebody but not BE in love with them. I just like watching friends willing to be petty for you. Cause you know they would.

I was thinking about this with the house wardens/dorm leaders and thought of an idea. Somebody decides to pull a prank. Maybe it's done because they're trying to be funny or maybe it's done to be vindictive.

But imagine one day you find what appears to be some kind of gift with a love note. Could have been stuck in your desk or left on the doorstep of ramshackle. Wherever you find it, it's clearly labeled for you. You read the note and it appears to be a love confession from one of the dorm leaders! Even apparently signed by them. Except you immediately clock that the love confession is a load of bull. Because one. You happen to be friends with said dorm leader and he's never shown any romantic behavior towards you and two... This letter and gift? Absolutely something they'd never do. Whoever tried did a pretty poor job of imitating them.

Riddle? Letter doesn't sound like he wrote it at all. He has an extremely polite and carefully worded ways to write and y'all know that's not how the queen of hearts rules dictate how to confess your feelings! How could somebody not give you the proper 16 roses per rule #41 of "The Queen's rulebook of traditional romanticism, courting, and all things hat making" revised edition #2. Showing Riddle and he's more upset then you are! How dare somebody pull such a tasteless prank, what disrespect towards you and him! You're not actually hurt by it but you still appreciate his concern. Afterwards he offers to burn it for you, but you end up showing Ace and Deuce and the three of you spend the evening mocking whoever tried to prank you while enjoying a leftover tart while Riddle is looking into how to discipline the perpetrator.

They really thought they could try to make you think Leona would write something so sappy? What are they, stupid? The lion rolling his eyes before dusting the stupid fake love note with his UM after reading just one paragraph because, God it's written so badly he's almost offended by reading such garbage. You want him to dust the flowers for you as well? If not you can go dump them in the dorm's kitchen trash. Don't be surprised if you find out later that Ruggie pranked the perp because Leona was irritated by the ass who pulled him in this.

Azul, who you already know he ain't interested in love. You know full well if he was interested he'd have planned something better then this, you know how much he calculates and plans things. So you end up showing Azul the love letter and of course he didn't write it. Floyd and Jade who end up in the office and of course they're going to tease. "Oh Azul, you suuurreee you don't have a crush on shrimpy?" Jade and Floyd who grab the letter and Floyd starts reading it out loud. The two really getting into the dramatic flare. Floyd who throws himself on the couch as he declares his "love as deep as the sea" ohh whooo is he! Won't you take pity on this sad eels heart? You and Azul who end up both laughing afterwards. Don't be surprised if you notice Jade or Floyd seem to be really interested in a certain student these days, I wonder why?

You really think Kalim of all people would confess with a letter? Does the prankster know Kalim at all? Kalim, who offered you a 15,000 madol carpet for free the other day because he thought the color reminded him of Grim's ears? That Kalim? He's not sure why somebody would pull this as a prank, but your feelings aren't hurt are they? Please talk Kalim down from offering you a shiny new piece or jewelry or trinket to cheer you up. He'll give you something much nicer so you'll feel happy every time you see it.

Is the person trying to prank you trying to humiliate you by using Vil? The guy is already used to being typecast as a villain and somebody tried to use him to hurt you. Well, congrats because they just activated Vil's petty diva mode. The guy knows how to work social media and he's gonna be vague posting just enough that his fans will know what he's posting about and it'd be absolute social destruction if the prankster is ever stupid enough to admit what they did.

Welp. The prankster is getting doxed. The Shrouds can be pretty damn petty when they want to and Idia is no exception. First Idia's shocked, you don't think he wrote it right? No? Ohh good. Because he'd never write something that cringe and why would he write it on a letter when email or text would be just as good? Not that he would though! The perp can run but he can't hide because this amateur thinks he can try some weak prank? You got a genius like him and one of the most powerful AI's in the world via Ortho as friends. Give them an hour at most and the perp and every embarrassing thing they can find about him is going to blasted over every digital screen in NRC.

Oh dear oh dear. They really didn't think this through before trying to use Malleus in a prank? Another one you have to calm down. He doesn't like the idea of your feelings be used for another's amusement at all. You're thankfully he doesn't seem to be angry but then you recognize that look and ohh, "No Malleus I'd rather you not curse whoever tried to prank me. Please don't turn them into a slug." He might pout about it afterwards though. Revenge comes later in the form of Sebek. You don't have to say a thing because everybody will find out somebody was stupid and pathetic enough to try to use Malleus Draconia of all people in a mean spirited prank. Congrats, hope the perp looks forward to the paranoia of what Malleus will do to them if they're ever caught.

[northsoulss]

dating you III - alessia russo

(a/n : here’s less’s part of the dating you series! hope u enjoy xoxo)

stolen glances across the field, electrifying touches. love sick stares reserved only for you. sappy smiles and words only in the comfort of your own home, warm embraces that make you feel like you finally found your forever home.

i. surprise bouquets of flowers in a neat bundle on the dining table was alessia’s love languge.

you trudge home, having had a bad day at your office job with your colleagues incessantly nagging you at every turn. you’ve been texting alessia all day, her comforting you whenever she had a break from training. to your surprise, you see her duffle bag at home, not expecting her to be home before you. you look up after taking off your shoes to see a bouquet of flowers on the table, and you swore your heart melted right there. you picked up the bouquet of your favourite flowers, and in between the petals sat a note written in alessia’s handwriting.

“for you. xoxo.” times like these made you glad you are dating her, your mood instantly perking up.

ii. intimate touches that drive you insane are common occurrences whenever you come back home to one another.

“hope you didn’t wait too long my girl.” she comes up from behind you while you sat at the dining table. her hands settle around your shoulders, pressing delicate kisses behind your ears. she smiles against your skin when she feels your skin get hot, your hands tightening around her wrist.

“i will always wait for you lovely.” you reply, your lips reaching hers softly.

iii. being a woman is difficult, and when you were on your period, your emotions were all over the place. creaking open the door, alessia sees you in a lump on the bed with the covers over your head. she sighs, walking slowly towards you and sitting on the bed. your sniffles are now louder, your voice hoarse as you spoke. “what do you want.” alessia prays that you wouldn’t kill her for doing this, but she slowly pulls the covers off, and to her surprise you don’t resist.

your eyes were bloodshot, tear stains on your cheeks, face flushed. her heart breaks for you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “should i do a quick run to the store to get chocolate for you?” she knew you loved chocolate, especially when you were sad. you think, and quickly nod, kissing alessia’s palm as thanks. she smiles and leaves the room, making sure to do a quick turn to look at you once more before leaving for the store.

when she got back, she saw you on the couch, hugging one of the pillows watching your favourite show. “here babe.” she passes you the chocolate and you light up, finally smiling after an entire day of being lumped in the bedroom. she smiles too, happy to see your grin once more.

iv. doing groceries together was always filled with chaos and laughter. attached to the hip with alessia pushing the trolley, she makes a sudden stop when she sees a food she hates with a burning passion. “who would buy that? its so gross.” she cringes as she picks up the can, looking at it in distaste.

“other people like it less.” you say, clearly amused.

“blah, blah, blah, other people like it less-“ she rolls her eyes and says, “yeah i know.” she pitches her voice higher and mocks you, causing you to laugh loudly in the midst of an aisle. you slap her arm and she giggles, placing back the can. you two continue to shop, stopping once to pull her away from the frozen food section when she saw two tubs of ice cream on sale even though you have three at home.

v. you always supported her at games, and being on different teams, you made sure to watch her play no matter what. you were always the loudest to shout in the stadium, wanting to make sure she knows that you’re there. “i love you alessia russo!” you scream, not caring that people were staring at you like you grew a third head. hearing this, alessia’s head snaps around to find your voice, finding you seated next to her mum wearing arsenal colours. her face flushes pink and her grin grows wider, sending a wink your way. she knows that you’re her lucky charm, always doing better when you’re watching.

vi. late night talks on the balcony was your favourite thing to come back to do with her. having similar schedules, she often came back minutes after you put down your things at home. you two would lounge on the balcony, sipping tea and talking about how each other’s days went. it was a simple routine, but it always felt right, basking in her presence in the cool nightly breeze.

vii. sharing music playlists was your love language. you always joke with her that you swore certain songs had to be written about her, only to have her blush and elbow you in the arm. its around mid day when she recieves a text from you. her face lights up when she sees that it’s a link to a playlist you made for her.

“hey baby, i was just thinking about you and these songs came to mind. love you.”

she smiles harder looking through the songs, one in particular catching her eye. “silk chiffon..” she plays it and boy does she fold. it made her feel unbelievably warm, thinking of your concentrated face adding all these songs to the playlist. songs that reminded you of her. she makes sure to get you a bouquet of flowers on the way home just to thank you.

©️northsoulss 2024, all rights reserved.

[chiibinomonodamon]

WHO WANTS TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT GAY FURRY DEMON SEX? XD

(damn, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say....)

Okay...so I see some Stolitz confusion and bashing online and I need to type up a defense here because I won't be able to sleep otherwise lol

I consider myself to be a Ship Critic and someone who takes shipping rather seriously.

What I mean by this is, I like to analyze and break down romantic relationships between fictional characters because it's just interesting to write for me. I especially take delight in friendly debating with opinions that I strongly do *not* agree with.

Let me start off by saying I am NOT a "this ship is awesome because gay furry sex lol" type of girl.

FAR from it. I'm generally more passionate about hetero ships between human characters (because I can relate to them more) among other reasons. So if you wanna dismiss my defense as "shallow fangirlism", you can forget about that lame excuse.

I fell in love with Hazbin Hotel when it was finally released in February and suffered waiting for each new two-parts per week. During that time, I decided to watch Helluva Boss as well, after a friend showed me a particularly soul-crushing clip (Moxxie's childhood trauma about his mother).

Yes, I like funny sex jokes as much as the next goofy adult but scenes like this, scenes that carry a very heavy emotional weight are what really get me in the end, even moreso when VERY little dialogue is exchanged. I knew I had to watch the entire episode run after seeing that the creators had a talent for this.

I saw people asking:

"How did Stolas go from using Blitz as a sex toy to being painfully in love with him?"

Oh I can tell you. I can tell you the EXACT moment this is revealed. But it's not spoon-fed to you; it's quite subtle actually and this is why lots of people miss it.

See, one of the strongest talents Vivenne has shown me is that she REALLY knows how to get her characters to communicate their feelings to the viewers JUST from their expressions and body language. These can be 'blink-and-miss-it' teeny little scenes and it may require a couple rewatches.

But since people demand time stamps for all information others post here, I'll rewatch a few scenes from S1 E7 'Ozzie's' as I'm typing this.

'Ozzie's' remains to be not just my favorite episode of HB...but probably my favorite episode of any adult-targeted animated show outside of Japan (aside from S2 E7's Mid-Season Special)

It has this huge reveal for both Blitzo and Stolas.

We'll first address Blitzo's irrational, stalkerish behavior of Moxxie and Millie.

He's obsessed with them. He finds both of them very attractive, fantasizes about threesomes with them and is constantly inserting himself into their personal lives.

Why?

Because they have everything that he badly badly wants for himself.

They have the perfect marriage and he is trying to live THROUGH them.

This was hilarious to me at the beginnning of the show but it's slowly revealed that it's one of the most tragic and depressing things I've ever seen. And it's scarily realistic too.

But you know this already so let's move on...

Blitzo follows the couple to Ozzie's but he can't get in without a date. So he calls up Stolas and yes, this is very low but he doesn't realize how much this means to Stolas (hell, I'm not sure even Stolas realizes it himself!) but the owl man is giddy with joy, he rushes over and they enter Ozzie's.

When Ozzie and Fizz mock Moxxie for being so sappy towards his wife, this strikes a chord with Blitzo (because they're his IDEAL relationship) and he speaks up to defend them.

NOW PAY CLOSE ATTENTION; THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART:

Fizz, still holding onto his past grudge turns on Blitzo to humilate him:

"Some nerve you got commenting on a relationship"

Time Stamp: 11:37

As Fizz says "-ship", Blitzo VERY QUICKLY makes eye contact with Stolas who has a look of panic on his face. Blitzo is seeking VALIDATION from Stolas in this sharp, subtle second of screentime, as if to ask

"Well, ARE we in one?"

And then what happens next...Stolas remains silent, Blitzo's ex joins in to announce how selfish Blitzo was in bed with her, tearing him down further. Stolas stands up like he's going to put a stop to it but then Ozzie notices him and interrogates him about sleeping with Blitzo.

Blitzo looks incredibly ashamed and guilty as Stolas blushes with similar feelings...and hides his face behind his menu; HIS BIGGEST MISTAKE IN THE SERIES SO FAR.

Time Stamp: 12:24

The look on Blitzo's face as he grits his teeth and darts his eyes away basically says

"Yeah, I should have known...boy am I an idiot for trusting him to stand up for me".

(look how SHOCKED he is...wow, this hurts fr ;_;)

This is a silent betrayal on Stolas's part. Afterall, his reputation is on the line, so if he were to defend Blitzo, it confirms they are in fact, dating. He chose his pride over Blitzo and Blitzo is crushed by this betrayal.

Moxxie finishes his song and kisses his wife tenderly. Stolas watches this and also wants to have an affectionate moment with Blitzo (who is rightfully glaring daggers at him) and tries to reach for his hand.

Blitzo rejects his touch and suggests they leave. As they do, Blitzo still looks furious and hurt. Stolas is now realizing how badly he screwed up with a "What have I done?" face (13:41)

He even looks disappointed with himself.

After Blitzo drops Stolas off, he thanks him and tries to smooth over the awkwardness with sweet talk but Blitzo just rolls his eyes in disgust and pulls on his face like "I don't want to hear this bullshit".

He responds coldly and curtly, "Yeah." Stolas makes more suggestions to spend time with him, which just makes him even angrier and he snaps

"I'm not fucking you tonight, okay!

I'm really just..." (14:28)

he pauses to wipe a tear because at this point he can barely hold it together (top notch voice acting and animation directing btw)

"...not in the mood, Stolas."

Stolas still tries to talk him into doing couple things unrelated to sex.

Blitzo's face switches back to anger and frustration because Stolas isn't getting the message so he goes for the blunt tactic;

"Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but YOU wanting ME to fuck you, okay?"

(14:42)

"You make that really clear all the time."

(again his voice sounds like he's about to break down)

"But I-I just can't do it tonight, okay?"

(Finally meets his eye)

"...I'm sorry."

I believe this is code for "I'm sorry we're even in this situation and how your reputation got damaged. " Or, more painfully, "I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment to you".

Stolas replies "Okay" and takes a deep breath to compose himself. They say goodnight and depart.

An important note here is that Stolas calls him "Blitzo" instead of "Blitzy" to show more respect.

As Blitzo zooms away coldly, Stolas looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes, surprised at how much it hurts.

He then sits down with his head in his hands in anguish...because he's getting that

"Oh...no. These feelings are real" epiphany.

And as if this wasn't enough angst, Blitzo collapses onto his couch at home, goes through the memories on his phone and starts sobbing.

I'm going to be real with you; this is the most heart-breaking shit I have ever seen in an adult show of this type. It's also the first time a show of this type got me to cry.

The last six minutes have revealed so much information without spoonfeeding it to the audience because the show RESPECTS its audience.

To recap:

*Blitzo takes Stolas on a first official date to use him

*Stolas is extremely happy about it

*Blitzo gets humilated and looks to Stolas for validation

*Stolas betrays him and breaks his heart

*Blitzo snaps that their relationship is nothing more than lust-driven sex

*Stolas realizes he's actually in love with Blitzo and it's a huge problem because (he believes) that it's unrequited.

*Blitzo breaks down because the ONE person whom he thought would protect him didn't do so.

So these two are convinced that neither one loves the other...while the irony is, it's quite the opposite.

Because if Blitzo REALLY didn't feel anything towards Stolas, he would not have gotten this emotional.

Yes, they are both lonely...but I really don't think that's all there is between them.

So..........we know WHEN they started falling...now the question is why;

I think the answer's quite simple; single-target affection.

It was mentioned in S2 that Stolas and Stella did sleep together ONE TIME...but Stolas didn't enjoy it at all. He is stuck with a wife who hates him so much that she put a HIT on him...and a daughter who thinks he's a loser. Blitzo is pretty much the one person in his life who is able to make him happy. That one small, bright spot. He enjoys the sex with him but he also simply enjoys his company, as shown in Ozzie's episode. He is thrilled to simply talk to him about his day...and do anything else that couples do. They're complete opposites. Stolas is an intellectual but naive and sheltered. Blitzo is poorly educated but cynical and street-smart. Opposites attract...though this is likely more from Stolas's POV than Blitzo's.

In other words, Stolas is into bad boys xD lmao

In Blitzo's case, Stolas is the only character who shows him physical affection which he desperately craves. He's pretty tsundere about it most of the time...but I think he actually does enjoy that attention...especially when he's always getting disrespected by Moxxie and Loona..and quite a lot of people around him. BUT he's too scared to get serious with anyone because of past trauma and he also believes that no one could possibly love him as a person. :(

Reasons I Think This Love is Real

Aside from what I pointed out in the Ozzie's episode...there's quite a lot of evidence, esp from Stolas's POV.

After he realizes he's in love, he goes to Asomodeous for an ALTERNATIVE method for Blitzo to use so they will no longer sleep together. He wants to set Blitzo free. Which means he DOES truly love him because love is about being generous to the other person. He COULD be totally selfish about it but he isn't.

Asomodeous mentions how against love potions he is and Stolas agrees. He thinks that's out of the question.

'Look My Way' music video. Lol I don't have to say anything more.

In S2 E6 OOPS

This exchange at 16:57

Fizz: Seems your taste has gotten more 'regal', lately?

Blitz: Yeah, well unlike you, I fuck who I want WHEN I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.

Fizz: You coulda fooled me the way Prince was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.

Blitz (gets very defensive) HEY! Stolas only cares about have a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, okay!

It's nothing...(gets hesistant and looks away)...you know...

(Fizz gives him a 'bitch please' look xD)

"it's nothing else."

Fizz: Then why were you even there?

Blitz: OTHER very important reasons of course.

Fizz: Whatever. I don't actually care.

Blitz: Stolas is just a loud, thirsty BITCH!

(Fizz is rolling his eyes again)

Blitz: He loves feeling the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class.

It's a novelty to him.

Fizz: LITERALLY just said I don't care!

Blitz: And then he'll call me and try to see how my day was!

And he'll pretend to care about me and comment on my photos laugh at my jokes...

Fizz: (Smirking) OH! That's definitely your clue right there that it's all bullshit!

Blitz: I KNOW, RIGHT??

Fizz: (Making a 'What in idiot' expression, shaking his head)

Blitz: HE'S JUST A FAKE, PRIVELEDGED ASSHOLE...

Fizz: Sounds like you just hate him for being a prince!

No one (laughs) and I mean NO ONE pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.

All right. IF ANYONE knows what real love is like, it's Fizzaroli...who is in a very HEALTHY relationship with Asomodeous. He recognizes the signs because he's IN that place. He sees it...and he's annoyed that Blitzo keeps denying it and brushing it off...yet clearly can NOT stop talking about Stolas (amusing irony)

To sum up (this freaking essay lol) 'Stolitz' ABSOLUTELY has the potential to be pure and true...these two just need to communicate...or Stolas has to PROVE to Blitzo that he's serious about his feelings in another way.

There is no doubt that this ship is 100% endgame and is a case of the 'Earn Your Happy Ending' Trope. I look forward to the rest of the journey. Ron is putting my feelings about Stolitz in a perfect phrase:

[natti-ice]

Being Remus Lupin’s Best friend Headcanons.

Warnings: modern AU!

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Makes sure you’re not behind on any work. If you are he’ll help you with whatever it is. He jokingly acts like he hates it but he loves helping you.

Shared wardrobe. He knows everything he owns will somehow get in your possession. He even buys sweaters in your favorite colors just for that reason.

Man is a sucker for romantic dramas. He’d rather watch every sappy movie on Netflix than some action movie. (He loves a walk to remember)

Makes plans to take you out for your birthday every year. Will do anything you want, he’d jump out of a plane if you wanted to.

Random hugs. No reason behind them, just hugs

A bad driver. Took 2 tries to get his license but he did it. Makes you drive, then complains about your driving. (He’s an over dramatic mother)

The most funny sarcastic person you’ve ever met. He doesn’t even try to make a joke but it’s always hilarious.

Askes you about your day, he’s a great listener

He has a small rock collection. He only told you about it.

Texts in all lowercase. “😐” is his favorite emoji

Calls > text

One of his shoes always has a different color lace. Shoes are always beat up, but he likes it that way

His guilty pleasure is country music, but only sang by women.

No social media presence, but always has good memes on hand

Activist

Favorite place to hang out is the local park. There’s never anyone there just you two. He likes the sound when wind blows through the trees

Random compliments about the most random things. (Like handwriting or a random pin on your backpack)

Secretly in love with an actor from the 50’s who is most likely dead.

Has a job at some lowkey coffee shop barely anyone knows about, loves when you come in

Brings you your favorite drink/snack every time he comes to see you

He watched Doctor Strange because Benedict Cumberbatch is hot

One of those people who points out someone you don’t like and says “there’s your best friend”

Had a Minecraft phase when he was 11

Fake arguments over small things.

Mocks you when you annoy him, which is a lot

Your parents love him, they always ask him to come on family vacations with you guys

Hates those fake prank couple videos on YouTube

Had you pierce his ears because he thought he’d look edgy, But took them out because he felt like a douchbag

My chemical romance >>

You two stroll around the neighborhood at 3am

Tells you everything, sometimes a little bit too much. He knows you won’t judge him

You’re his favorite person, obviously.

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[lupeloto]

wallet headcanon ficlet

so i wrote a fic about mickey finding out ian keeps a picture of him in his wallet (the exact picture attached)

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It was their Tuesday night tradition of lounging on the couch with their legs intertwined and watching whatever shitty reality shows that TLC was airing. They had an addiction yet complete disdain towards any about rich people doing stupid shit or rich people complaining. It makes them absolutely irate but unable to tear their eyes away through very vocal commentary regarding the stupidity of it all. The sun was settling down, peeking just above the horizon and casting a warm yellow across their living room…and a glare on the TV that Ian gets to hear about until it settles.

“Oh the fuckin-” Mickey grumbles, shuffling around in an attempt to block it from his sight, “swear to god this shit wasn’t this bright on the southside.”

Ian sighs, shooting Mickey a glare and preparing to express his irritation but instead melted at the sight of warm light on his face, illuminating his freckles and his sour expression. His chest fluttered, rendering him entirely unable to say a crossword, instead finding himself unable to look away.

“Jesus christ, Gallagher, you wanna take a picture, keep it in your pocket,” a now settled Mickey smirks, “it’ll last longer,” he shoots Ian a quick glance before turning his attention back to the tv.

“Already done,” Ian says casually with enchanted eyes.

Mickey grins, keeping his gaze forward, “Yeah sure,” he scuffs, taking a swig of his beer.

Ian turns, “What, you don’t believe me?”

“What, ya saying you keep a picture of me in your wallet, Gallagher?” Mickey mocks, demeanor like he wouldn’t believe it for a second.

Ian smirks, tackling on top of Mickey, their hungry eyes locking, “Calling me a liar?” Ian reaches into his back pocket, whipping out his wallet and the polaroid of Mickey to go along with it. He looks at him himself, heart filled with a familiar warmth that manages to ground him whenever he needs, before whipping it around to Mickey with a proud expression.

It’s one of Ian’s favorite pictures of Mickey. It was taken on this polaroid that Debbie and Sandy got, Mickey leaning against the dresser in her room. The moment Debie showed it to him, he immediately snatched it for himself, gawking over his husband for the next five minutes as Debbie and Sandy pretended to listen.

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey fails to mask the massive grin that tugs at his mouth, “This is the gayest shit you’ve ever done, and that’s sayin a lot.”

“Whatever, man. I like what I like,” Ian shrugs, still straddling him, “Like having you with me.”

“And you couldnt just use your phone like a normal fucking person ,” Mickey scratches the top of Ian’s head, giving him a couple squeezes. He teases, pretending his heart didn’t skip a beat and his entire being hadn’t melted at the thought of the gesture.

“Guess not,” he shrugs, placing a soft kiss on his neck, “like showing you off when I can,” another peck.

Mickey leans into the kiss, head tilting back, “Jesus you’re one sappy motherfucker.”

“Mhm, love you too,” Ian says through bated breaths, preparing to drag his husband straight to the bedroom. He plucks the picture from its place on Mickey’s chest, poppin back into its rightful pocket in his wallet before practically yanking Mickey into the other room, their bodies pressed close together, stealing a kiss with every step.

Ian grips the back of his head with a vigor, clumps of black hair tangled in his freckled hand. Mickey returns the gesture, taking a handful of Ian’s bicep with him as they stumble into the bedroom.

The sun has completely set, the stars particularly illuminate on this night, as if they were begging for the attention of anyone who’s eye caught them… but just a mere blurred background to Mickey. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from much more compelling constellation of freckles scattered across the face of the red-head that lies opposite him on the bed. His eyes are shut, meaning Mickey has complete access to every inch of his face, even the light dusting across his eyelids. His finger traces his exposed arm lightly, “Must think i’m real handsome,” he whispers, “keepin a picture of me like that all the time.”

“Says the one who hasn’t stopped staring for the last ten minutes,” Ian smirks, blinking his eyes open to catch Mickey’s gaze. They hold a softness that melts Mickey the moment they make contact, sending a familiar warmth throughout his body. He scoots in closer.

“I like what I like,” his go soft too, “don't make me a bitch.”

“Well,” Ian leans in, “Kinda makes you my bitch.”

“Watch it, Gallagher.”

They continue like that for a while, whispering sweet nothings between small laughter, the stars still shine brighter than ever, seeking attention behind the boy that somehow shines brighter. Mickey never looks away.

[alisonsfics]

new year’s eve

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: you and chris are the only single people in your friend group, so find a new way to ring in the new year

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, car sex, dirty talk, swearing, handjobs, fingering, minors DNI

You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram as you did your makeup. You were currently at your best friend Chris’ apartment. You both were getting ready for a New Years Eve party being hosted by a mutual friend of yours. You both had planned to get ready at Chris’ apartment and then ride over together.

“Oh, I swear to God,” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your phone. Chris, who was in his connecting bedroom getting ready, perked up at the sound of your complaint. “You alright?” He asked, walking into the doorway.

You turned your phone to show him the screen and rolled your eyes. “Ringing in the new year with the love of my life,” you read the caption of the photo in a mocking tone. Chris began to chuckle, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “If I see another one of these sappy posts, I’m gonna throw my phone across the room” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

Chris slowly walked over to you and took your phone out of your hand. He set it down on the counter and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being single, I promise you aren’t missing out on anything.” He said, trying to comfort you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. You let out a sigh while hugging him back.

“I just hate seeing all the couples rubbing it in during the holidays.” You explained to him. He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from. He pulled out of the hug and gave you a soft smile. “I get it, the holidays are a horrible time to be single.” He agreed.

The two of you were the only single ones left in your giant friend group, which made holiday parties with them that much more difficult. In truth, neither you nor Chris hated any couple, in fact, you were both hopeless romantics. However, being surrounded my love when you were alone was less than ideal.

Chris walked back into his room to finish getting ready, and you finished up your makeup.

“You ready?” Chris asked, appearing in the doorway again. You nodded your head, while faking a smile. “Am I the only one kinda dreading tonight? I mean I love our friends, I just can’t handle the looks of pity when I have no one to kiss at midnight.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He ran his hand up and down your arm, comforting you. “No, I’ve been worrying about it too. Awkwardly standing in the room while all our friends get to kiss their significant others really sucks.” He agreed.

Then, a crazy idea popped into your head. “What if we didn’t go tonight?” You suggested. Chris tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “What did you have in mind instead? Chill movie night at home?” He asked.

You shook your head. “What if we drive up to that overlook and watch all the fireworks go off at midnight? We still get to enjoy the festivities without the all the clingy couples” you explained.

“You are a genius.” He said, grabbing your hand in his. Your idea sounded perfect to Chris. He got to hang out with the only person he cared about hanging out with and ring in the new year.

He grabbed his keys while you found some snacks for you both to enjoy, and then you both hopped in the car. “I have to say, this is already shaping up to be a better night than going to that party.” Chris said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

You could feel the excitement in the car as you both drove away from the city and all the people. You both finally made it to the overlook, and you were in a nice secluded area with no people around.

“It’s going to be so pretty when the fireworks go off.” You said, getting giddy. Chris smiled while looking over at how excited you were.

“To ringing in the new year with the love of my life.” Chris teased, holding up a beer bottle to cheers against your own. You giggled at his joke and clinked your glasses together. You both took a sip from your bottles and realized you had about thirty minutes until midnight.

You opened up the sunroof of the car and then leaned back to look at the stars. “It’s so pretty out here, I can’t believe I don’t spend all my time here.” You said, admiring the view. Chris leaned his seat back to join you in your stargazing.

“So you have any resolutions?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking over at Chris. You could tell he was thinking about your question when a smirk popped onto his face. “Maybe get a girlfriend, so I can attend a New Years Eve party and have someone to kiss at midnight.” He said, half joking.

Your jaw dropped and you playfully hit his arm. “You are not leaving me in the singles club all by myself.” You said, pretending to be offended. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned over to plant a kiss on your head as an apology. “I’m sorry, my resolution also includes you getting a boyfriend, it should be easier for you than it is for me.” He told you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, curiously. He almost panicked, realizing he didn’t say the last part in his head. He shrugged and looked over at you. “I don’t know, we both know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure there is a nice guy who would love to date you.” He explained.

You let out a giggle and took a sip of your drink. “See the problem is only the gross guys let you know they’re interested. The creepy guys who yell at you on the street, I have a long list of those, but no actually good guys.” You told him.

He nodded, remembering all the stories of creepy guys you had gone on first dates with. “I have a good feeling about this year, you’ll find one. For all you know, one is a lot closer than you think.” He told you confidently.

You both realized the meaning of what he said. The two of you froze as you locked eyes and thought about what he mistakenly had confessed.

You had a brief surge of confidence, so you set down your beer, cupped Chris’ face, and kissed him the way you had always wanted to. He was shocked by the kiss, but quickly slid his arms around your waist.

His beard lightly scratched against your face, causing you to giggle against the kiss. Chris’ tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed contently, loving the way his lips moved against yours.

You moved your hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath. Chris used the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, softly sucking on your skin. “Oh, Chris,” you mumbled.

“You look so gorgeous tonight” Chris said, eyeing you up and down. You were now glad you both had still gotten dressed up for the party because you got to make out with Chris while he was dressed up.

His tattoos peaked through his button up shirt. You undid the top three buttons of his shirt, then ran your fingers over his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve seen them before, but they make you look so fucking good. It’s not fair.” You told him. He smirked and pulled you back into a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.

A whimper escaped your lips as Chris nipped at your bottom lip. He groaned and bucked his hips up when he heard the sound. He tugged at your waist, trying to get you closer to him.

“Oh, fuck it” he said, pulling you over the console to sit on his lap. You pushed your hips against his as you ran your hands over his bare chest. Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons for you.

You leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his chest. Chris threw his head back and let out a low moan. “You look so good, sweetheart.” He groaned. He grabbed at your ass, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your dress.

He bucked his hips up against yours. “I need you so bad,” he told you. You slid your hands down his chest and palmed him lightly. A low groan left his lips. You kept palming him and listened to the curses that left his mouth.

“Please stop teasin’ me,” he begged you. You grabbed his belt buckle and undid it carefully. Before you could do anything else, Chris pulled you back into a kiss. His hands snuck down the end of your long dress and started to pull your dress up to your waist.

He got your dress balled up around your waist, and slipped his hand under your dress. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he said, swiping his fingers across the outside of your panties. You whined and pushed your hips closer to his hand.

He slipped his fingers into your panties and slid two fingers into you. “Ohhh, Chris yes,” you mumbled, earning a smirk from Chris. He sped up the pace of his fingers and got a few more sweet moans from you.

“I need you, Chris,” you said, as your eyes fluttered closed. You didn’t notice but he had a smug look on his face. “Need me where, sweetheart?” He teased you.

Your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of you. “Huh? What was that?” He asked you, knowing how good he was making you feel.

“Inside me. C’mon just fuck me, Chris,” you begged him, growing impatient. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard you literally beg for his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.

You pushed his pants down enough to have access to his boxers. Chris tugged his boxers down a little and his cock slapped against his chest. You whined at the sight.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” Chris said, sliding your panties to the side and lining himself up. Your stomach did flips as you waited in anticipation.

Chris slowly pushed his length into your folds. Moans fell from both of your lips. “Can I move, sweetheart?” Chris groaned, hoping your answer was a yes. You quickly nodded your head.

He gripped your hips and lifted you up and then back down onto his cock. “Oh, faster please,” you moaned out. Chris was in no position to deny you that wish. He snapped his hips against yours at a quick pace.

“You feel so good, oh fuck, baby,” Chris said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The sounds of both of your moans bounced off the walls of his car. The windows were fogged up due to the hot air.

Your sweaty bodies slapped against each other. Both of you were lost in your bliss. “Oh, you’re perfect,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He slipped one hand between your thighs and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh, ohhhhh,” you screamed out. You could tell Chris’ thrusts were faltering. “I’m gettin’ really close, sweetheart,” Chris told you.

“Me too,” you mumbled in between breaths. You both sped up your pace, desperately chasing your highs. You both were panting and thrusting your hips erratically.

You could feel the coil in your stomach form and start to tighten. “Oh, Chris I’m gonna—” you moaned as you came undone.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum too, sweetheart,” Chris moaned as he came inside of you. You collapsed against his chest breathless.

Then, fireworks started erupting behind both of you. “Happy new year,” you said, sweetly and leaned in to kiss Chris softly. “Happy new year to you too,” he said, kissing you back.

Then you both turned to look at the fireworks. “I can’t see a thing,” Chris said, referencing the foggy windows.

“Having sex in your car will have that effect,” you said, giggling. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “No no no, having really amazing car sex with have that effect,” he said, smiling.

You nodded your head and agreed with him. “Yeah, it was pretty phenomenal,” you said.

You both got yourselves cleaned up and then got out of the car to watch the fireworks. You both sat on Chris’ car’s hood and looked at all the fireworks erupting over the sky. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.

“I have to say, this is my best New Years to date.” You told him, honestly. He smiled down at you. “I’m am so glad we didn’t go to that silly party. This was way better,” he said, kissing your temple.

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[em-harlsnow]

em idk if ur still doing those tiktok trend requests but my god the "can you watch my boyfriend real quick?" trend is making me SCREAM, i think you would have fun with that one! 💗

hello!!! yes i am still doing it whenever I see one I like. I love this trend, it’s so funny!

Ian may have tiktok, but he’s not very social media oriented in general. Mickey gets nervous when people post pictures of him online anyway because of the cartel, even though Ian’s like 90% sure they won’t see Carl’s twitter with 11 followers.

But then there’s a trend he sees, and he can’t not do it. He just has to try it on Mickey and if that means forcing him in front of a camera, so be it. It’s not like he’ll post it.

Mickey’s eating breakfast in the kitchen when Ian sees the trend and it’s the perfect opportunity. He clicks onto his camera app and starts recording, propping it up in front of Mickey on a candle and making sure he can see that it’s filming.

“Fuck is this?” Mickey asks with his mouth full.

Ian ignores him, instead speaking to his phone. “I need to go out for a bit, can you watch my husband?” He says, smirking, and tussles Mickey’s hair when he starts to leave.

Mickey waves his arms around, clearly confused. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Grocery shopping, don’t turn off the camera.” Ian calls back, half way out the door.

“Is this some kind of freaky role play?” He hears Mickey yell after him, but he’s already gone.

//

Mickey’s husband is an idiot.

Once he’s gone and has neither confirmed nor denied that this is a weird role play thing, Mickey glances suspiciously at the camera.

“What the fuck?” He mutters to the empty apartment. “He’s a fucking weirdo.”

He continues eating, finishing his cereal but it’s weird being watched by Ian’s stupid phone.

“Uh… I’m eating my niece’s Froot Loops.” He tells it, holding up his spoon to show the camera. “Ian says I eat like a twelve year old, but Ian eats like a 90 year old so he can’t fucking talk.”

The phone doesn’t reply, just records him silently.

Mickey sighs, tapping his fingers in the counter. “Why’s he always got me doing shit like this?”

He makes eye contact with the camera and glares at it. “This is stupid.” Blowing out a breath, he tries to figure out what Ian wants him to do with this. As he does, he twists his ring around his finger and it gives him an idea. Slipping it off, he presents it to the camera. “See this? This is our wedding ring. We got it engraved last year. Fuck, Ian’s gonna love that I’m talking about his stupid sappy shit. Mine has IG on the inside and his has MM, because he’s soft as fuck.” Even as Mickey mocks him, there’s a shining happiness in his eyes.

Something else catches his eye, and he gets up to grab the flower bouquet on the kitchen counter, bringing it over to the phone. “Look. I got the asshole these. Blue roses. I think they’re fake or they were painted or some shit, but still.”

He sighs again, wondering what else he can show the camera. “I’m tryna find out what he got me for my birthday. I figure he must have hidden it somewhere around here but i can’t find it. Ian won’t tell me.” Mickey leans in close then, whispering at the camera. “Between you and me, I think he’s got it stashed at Lip’s house. But I got it covered, I’ll find it. I got a plan-“

The sounds of keys turning in the lock interrupts him, and he looks to the door guiltily. When Ian comes in, they grin at each other and then Ian kisses Mickey’s head.

Addressing the camera, he says, “I hope he was well behaved.” And then stops recording, watching Mickey roll his eyes.

“What was the point in that, man?”

Ian shrugs, and looks forward to watching it back.

—> send me a tiktok trend and i’ll write a fic!

-> also let me know if you want ian’s reaction to the video

[deramin2]

Tonight I got to show my boyfriend Big Eden (2000). I love that movie so much. It's sappy and cheesy but no one had EVER made a gay romcom like like that. No queer movie had existed with that softness and living acceptance. It's 5 years older than the homophobic misery porn of Brokeback Mountain being held up as representation we should be grateful for. Big Eden broke as many barriers as Philadelphia (1993) or The Boys in the Band (1970).

Queer romcoms are only now becoming common 20 years later. Bros (2022) would have no queer Hallheart movies to simultaneously mock and long for without Big Eden. No The Way He Looks (2014), no Cloudburst (2011), no Fire Island (2022), no Spoiler Alert (2022), no Booksmart (2019), and no countless other films.

They exist because Thomas Bezucha said we deserve these stories, too. We deserve gentleness and love and small town crushes held onto for decades and someone who pours all their feelings into cooking for you and pretends it's not him because he's too shy. He deserve a Greek Chorus of old men who do nothing all day getting roped into it and hardware store lesbians and an old busybody playing matchmaker that realizes her errors. We deserve silly love triangles with gentle endings for everyone. We deserve the fantasy of it all. We deserve no queer people dying or being pressured by their family or corrected by anyone. Just love. Sappy, soft, gentle, healing, protective love. We deserve our own take on old tropes. And that's still something special.

[chainoftalent]

Can i umm request a yandere miu and kaede alphabet maybe? Sorry if it is a bother

Man imagine actually getting to these on time it's definitely not a year old nope, wait ive had this blog for a year? I'll just do Kaede because these are long

Yandere Kaede Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Kaede Is SUPER affectionate, she's very clingy and cuddly. She absolutely adores sappy romantic moments as well. She is going to play the piano for you, might even try and teach your how so she can do the romantic hands over hands teaching move. Very very touchy person.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Kaede is not a very violent person but she IS very practical, she's not going to attack random people for just talking to her angel, but she won't hesitate to set a trap for the people she things are genuine problems, like people who bully them or show romantic interest, the bigger the problem, the more dangerous the trap.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She's so very soft with them, cuddling and sweet and getting them nice things to wear and talking to them like they're just the sweetest present they've ever gotten. Then get annoyed and huffy when you're like "what the fuck?"

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There is touching, a lot of touching, it doesn't matter if you don't want touch, she's touching you, her hand is on your butt.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Kaede wants to present herself as a reliable caring guiding figure, but she's bad at empathy and can come off as rather frustrated or huffy then she means to because this isn't going how she wanted! Might even have a few emotional outbursts.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed and frustrated, she feels like she's not being listened to or respected and she's going to get huffy. Why can't you just listen to her! Can't you tell she's just trying to help! Just calm down already! She prefers de-escalation but she will pin you down and tie you down if she must.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Definitely not a game, she's so worried about them and wants them to have a nice life with nice things. She gets so upset when they try to run, and Kaede's a bit of an angry upset kind of person. So she'll stomp her feet and yell and drag their ear and get so mad because she doesn't really get why this isn't perfect for them! They have everything! Why is it not enough! Can't you see I'm trying?! Do you have to be this difficult!

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You are going to be sitting in for her piano practice, which might be nice at first as she's a great player but it's so LONG and you just have to SIT THERE and not do anything which isn't too bad the first few times but by the fifth you're about ready to bite through the ropes out of sheer boredom, let alone the FIFTEENTH or TWENTIETH.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She wants a nice cute partner she can touch and tease. She wants to coddle them and keep them scooped away from the world why she provides for them. Then when she gets home she wants them to be so sweet back to her and give her feet a massage or brush her hair.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

They do get jealous, but they cope with it most of the time by just being clingier or by spreading rumors. However if they think the jealousy is rational they will lash out at that person for being a threat.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Kisses, hugs, squeezing, most of the time she's super doting but bad at listening and really intuiting what you want or need. Sometimes she gets into a bit of a Mood though and likes to scare them a bit, just to see their face quiver so sexily. She tries to make up for it though afterwards!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Full romcom, they're doing all the romcom tropes on this person, bumping into them with papers, being caught in the rain without an umbrella, love letters, she's being so damn sappy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

They're definitely a lot firmer and more strict in private, still kind and sweet, but they are just pushier and less likely to back off.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Loss of privileges and restraints for the most part, she's a very "think about what you did while i go cool off" kind of person

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She would ideally just want their freedom and loyalty and some sense of control over their choices and wants, but won't fully take them away. Like she's going to let you pick what you want to eat and pick what clothes you are, but she is going to try and angle for the option she prefers or present you with a list of options she's already decided are acceptable.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She's somewhat patient, at least able to give a few warnings before snapping. However this patience lasts like ten minutes top before she snaps and tells them to stop messing around or to hurry up already!

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If they just get away she's trying to track them down. However, if they are confirmed dead she composes the most tragic heart wrenching piano concerto of her life about lost love and then kills herself.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little, doubts about if this is the right thing, about why this isn't going how she thought, but she shoves it aside, clearly she's not trying hard enough!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Loneliness mixed with an inflated sense of importance along with being somewhat spoiled. She's the golden child who always gets everything she wants, except for friends, she never could connect to other people. Which makes her clingier and makes it hard for her to take no. She's certain she's right! Never look back!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

They feel bad but also think it's kind of hot, it's just so pretty y'know, oh! She knows just the song to play to meld with their crying in harmony!

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I don't think she's one for like, shrines, or hoarding stuff, she would probably find it kinda weird, she's fine with just a few pictures and their schedule memorized. No need to go crazy here!

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She wants to trust them, and she wants them happy, dig your thumbs into that.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I don't think she'd like, break anything, but I could see her slapping them when she gets REALLY frustrated and then having a crying fit about how they made her do that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

They don't worship their angel, but they do think they're very kind and nice and everything they've ever wanted and what will fill that hole in their chest!

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

They pine for awhile, writing love ballads, and trying to get their attention, before eventually she figures she needs to try harder.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose, but if you're the kind of person that doesn't like touch, then you're not lasting well here.

[commsroom]

happy birthday! ive been meaning to ask for a while if you have any spare minkowski thoughts, just in general. if not, are there any other characters in w359 that you see as trans or queer?

thank you!! sorry for not getting to this one on my birthday; i've been trying to come up with some minkowski thoughts for you, but i'm not sure if they'll be new!! one of my favorite things about minkowski is how much she really, truly has "guilty pleasures" in the most typical sense. when emma sherr-ziarko said the track name "minkowski watching 50 shades of gray with a tub of ice cream and enjoying it nonironically" informed her perception of the character, etc. i love that. all of the best characters are self-contradicting in very real and human ways, and minkowski has a ton of that. her love of musical theater gives us such insight into her interior world; she treats so much of her life like these separate, practiced "roles" to play, as if there can be clear divisions between them.

minkowski is a great leader, but she's not a natural leader, and - in fact - everything that does ultimately make her a person worth following is completely at odds with how she tries to lead, or how she thinks it's supposed to be done. i think she was in a dozen different clubs in high school, but didn't really have friends. i think she could get really into historical reenactment (and i would love for eiffel, hera, and minkowski to go to a ren faire - i think they'd all enjoy that, but for very different reasons.) i think minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks when she allows herself to eat a whole bunch of ice cream on her calendar - this is horrifying to eiffel, but she finds it sincerely motivating. i think minkowski's interior decorating sense is at least 30% more "live, laugh, love" than anyone else around her would be able to take seriously. she's the kind of person who needs everything in her house properly labelled and put away in the same place every time. eiffel is the kind of person who leaves everything out, all over the place, and forgets it exists if someone puts it away. making them live together is hilarious. i think minkowski likes romcoms and hallmark christmas movies; she's easily moved by very sappy media, and very defensive / embarrassed about that. she's used to being mocked for her taste, and for how it goes against her image as a career military woman. i do not think hera would share her taste in movies at all, but minkowski + hera girls' night is very important to me.

what else... oh!! i've talked to my friend @hephaestuscrew a lot about minkowski's parents, and i agree with the assessment that they are probably... pretty laid back? like, the kind of people who encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be - the pressure she puts on herself to make something of herself is the kind of person she is, and a message she got from the world at large more than her parents, i think. her dad's first name has an anglicized spelling as well, so i think there's something kind of... well, there's something that rings true about minkowski trying to hold onto these parts of her heritage that her parents aren't as concerned about. koudelka's a czech name; we don't know anything about him, but i wonder if maybe she made that connection with him at least partially because they were both american children of (at least one) eastern european parent(s) in paris. and her mother is french, she learned french before she learned english, but we don't really know if she spent time in france before that. there's a sense of displacement to that.

(as for the other part, well... i'm not sure! obviously jacobi is gay, and i would generally agree lovelace and maxwell are as well. i think eiffel is technically bi, but he's straight culture bi. i think it would be difficult to get minkowski to really examine her sexuality. whatever kepler's sexuality is, i think he's done his best to close himself off from any sincere desire. my thoughts on hera's sexuality would require a whole other post, but obviously i read her as trans. there isn't really anyone else i think of as trans, but that's not to say it's impossible - they're mostly military or military-adjacent people born in the 70s and 80s; by and large i think they're coming to these topics of identity from a different perspective from those of us on tumblr dot com. but i think doug eiffel is one of the most cis characters i can imagine.)

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

Same anon here, I wanna hear more of your headcanons of (character of your choice if you want) ^^

Guys he's got important stuff to say, listen to him ^

Anon I love you for enabling me to spill out all my silly thoughts about the robots in my brain <3 Totally inspired me to do some studies of spikes!

I know you asked for a character stuff so I decided to drop a few pairs I like, I hope thats okay instead (I got rambling and went off topic, so sorry ^^')

HC'S: For Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Whirl, and Airraid

(With bonus art of Cosmos/Sideswipe/Airraid's spikes as I see the designs)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker have identical spike's but with their respective color schemes but with different piercings and some vaguely different mods

Sideswipe/Airraid: Seeing their little interactions in the WFC game sparked a evil little ship in my brain. Their both dorks and love each other. As for the berth, who doms switches up based on the mood. Typically Airraid doms and fucks the living processor out of Sideswipes poor valve, and the mfer loves it. When Sideswipe doms, he breaks out the bondage and does his best to overstimulate Airraid to a shaking mess. I think that they both would be stupid at the start and not know how to cater to the others frame type, but would be determined to figure out how to pleasure one another properly despite being absolute dumbasses at figuring it out.

Sunstreaker/Whirl: Think MTMTE era for them both. Sunstreakers a fucking mess trying to recover from Sideswipes death and all his baggage with the headmasters, and Whirls his own shitshow just being himself. (Ik sideswipe doesn’t die til after sunstreaker leaves the LL, I totally didn’t get the timeline wrong writing this at 4 am you did). Its definetly not a romantic relationship, the two just hookup to fuck. I think that after Sunstreaker betrayed the autobots, he would struggle to find berth partners with other people and had been along for awhile pre-mtmte. He also probably struggled with self-esteem and disassociation in his own frame after being a headmaster. When Whirl initiates with the intent to mock Sunstreaker, Sunny reciprocates strongly enough to pique Whirls interest. Whirl has probably been alone for awhile without the ability to get himself off with his claws. The two end up interfacing. And they go hard. Neither want anything sappy or emotional, they just need a partner who can meet them where their at. This version of Sunstreaker would relentlessly top, fucking like he has shit to prove and desperate for control over some aspect of his life. Whirl himself is perfectly game with whatever Sunstreaker decides to do to him, not particularly caring what happens to him if it feels good because he hasn't been able to have a partner in so long