#Actually he would come up with so many food variations of his name

[lonisaiou]

I believe in Kaito nicknaming Kokichi as Mochi/Omurice supremacy

[seonghwaddict]

ateez's favourite petnames for you

requested by anon. genre. hc, fluff. rating. sfw. warnings. petnames (duh), some are more feminine leaning. wc. 734.

lilo's notes. i'm soso sorry this took me so long to get out T-T

masterlist.

hongjoong

darling. the thought of him using that as a pet name makes me go awooga. idk i feel like it would just sound good in his voice, yk? he can be a tease sometimes too, and i feel like this one has the potential to convey his teasing perfectly while still being cute n stuff. like, he's whispering to you, hugging you from behind in the kitchen as you prepare food or something. or he's entering the house, calling out a soft "darling, i'm home!" AHHHH.

honourable mention: love.

seonghwa

angel. PLEASEEEEE idk it just suits him so well. personally i find the thought of any demon line member using this pet name extra scrumptious, but it's something about seonghwa that just does it for me. he has a gentle and warm voice. waking up to him gently nudging your shoulder, needing to leave early in the morning but not wanting to go without telling you, a soft chuckle as you look up at him in confusion, “sleep well, angel?”

honourable mention: bun/bunny.

yunho

tiny. size difference matters quite a bit to him in a relationship, and he loves pointing it out every chance he gets. he’d say this in a more teasing context, when he’s messing around with you or trying to get you to smile—which is all the time, probably. admiring your face late at night, tangled in each other’s limbs in bed, tired but not wanting to fall asleep just yet as he brushes his fingers against your jawline, “you’re so pretty like this, tiny.”

honourable mention: princess.

yeosang

sweetie/sweetheart. he’s a simple guy, really. anything that makes you smile makes him smile. and seeing the way you grinned the first time he called you that—a simple “hey, sweetie, could you come for a second?” that had you giggling and skipping over to him happily—well, it made him never want to stop calling you sweetie or sweetheart, to say the least.

honourable mention: precious.

san

babe. he would so call his s/o babe i can literally hear it idc argue with the wall. normally i’d convulse (negative) if a man called me babe unironically, but shit he can do that all he wants. anyways. he knows you love it when he calls you any sweet pet name, but his personal favourite is this one. it’s so simple, rolls off his tongue so easily. he’d say it so easily too, calling you and saying something along the lines of, “hey, babe, have you eaten yet? i wanna try this new place i found.” YUPPP

honourable mention: my love.

mingi

doll. i’m a mingi calling you doll enthusiast until the day i die. in every fic i’ve written about his he calls mc doll at least once and that’s exactly how it should be. moving on, i just think he would really love calling you that because it elicits the cutest reaction each time; shyly averted eyes, flushed cheeks. sometimes he likes to throw in a little ‘dolly’ to switch things up a bit, to catch you off guard.

honourable mention: (my) pretty/sweet girl.

wooyoung

babydoll. biggest tease of the century, he definitely has a whole arsenal of cheesy pet names to call you when he wants to be particularly annoying (e.g. “aw what are you pouting for, snookums?” “you’re the best, cupcake!” “my my, you are the apple of my eye,” etc.). but on the rare occasions where he’s not playing around, he likes any variation of baby, particularly babydoll. perhaps his adoration for the name was ignited when he first listened to babydoll by dominic fike, and saw how many times you replayed it, but who knows?

honourable mention: jagi (자기 — honey).

jongho

honey. i call this a double entendre. he doesn’t really use pet names much, but he likes this one because 1. it’s cute, it suits you almost as your actual name. this is a name a husband would use and he’s so husband coded it hurts me. and 2. he really is just a silly guy—and considering he’s often described as a bear, well, then it’s quite self explanatory. massaging your shoulders as he stands behind you, sat on the couch and groaning into your hands after a stressful day at work, his voice low and reassuring, “you always do so well, honey, please don’t worry your pretty little head over it more.”

honourable mention: dear.

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[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

———

“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

[anxietycroissant]

So I’m doing something fun with @turbulenthandholding , per usual. We are exchanging prompts for sydcarmy stories. I’m going to post a bit from two. Please vote for the one you want to keep reading, and that will be my next story on AO3. Scroll down below the poll to read the stories before you vote!

Prompt 1: Syd finds out Mikey’s grave is near her mom’s. (I actually came up with this one for @turbulenthandholding but accidentally started writing it before I realized what was happening.

The Cemetery Story

Every year leading up to April 8th, she forgave herself in advance for not finding the time to come and visit her mom’s grave on the anniversary of her death. But like always, she somehow found herself here. She brought the same last minute bouquet of white flowers from Whole Foods to lay on her mother’s grave. She knew both that the bones of her mother rested quite literally six feet under where she stood, and that she wouldn’t feel her mother’s spirit. It couldn’t be found on top of or underneath this quiet stretch of grass. She didn’t know where else to go, though, so she came to this place, where she could rub her fingers across the carved letters of her mother’s name.

She allowed her eyes to look anywhere they liked, anywhere except at the dates of her mother’s life etched into her headstone. She had died so young. It was too sad. She sighed loudly, biting her lip. “Love you, mom,” she murmured under her breath. “My life is just as fucked up as when I stopped by last year. I own a restaurant now. Well, co-own, I guess?” she amended. What more was there to say, when you had so many things to say that nothing would come out?

She crouched, letting her fingertips brush the buttery flower buds nestled in the bouquet she’d brought. She tapped one finger to her lips, and then gently touched the headstone. It would have to be enough. Pushing off the wet grass with her finger tips, she stood up quickly at the sound of crunching gravel nearby.

She glanced into and through a large bush, and could just make out someone on the other side of it. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but then the guy started to speak. She knew the voice, had memorized every variation in tone and pitch that it could produce. She knew its whispers, and lately she had become very familiar with what it sounded like screaming in her kitchen. The voice now sounded soft, bereft. She couldn’t hear any specific words he said, which assuaged her guilt over being nosy. She turned around slowly to begin walking away, and then he spoke her name.

“Syd, um. Remember how I told you I was so afraid she’d leave The Bear?” She couldn’t see his face but she could hear him practically sucking on a cigarette. Their location was so quiet that she felt trapped now. She couldn’t leave without revealing herself. The most she could do was turn her face further away.

He cleared his throat. “She um. She didn’t… leave? Exactly? But she told me, that, you know… this real fucking prick, Shapiro- we worked together a long time ago. He’s not that bad I guess? Uh anyway, he offered her CDC at his new spot. She said she really thought about taking it but ultimately just couldn’t.”

He sat in silence for a minute, moving the gravel in front of his foot back and forth in the silence. When he continued, it was almost a whisper. “I fucking know it’s my fault, too,” he admitted. It was strange. She didn’t feel Mikey’s presence exactly, but the air felt thicker. “How do I tell her? That I have no- fucking idea how… to do any of it? Mikey, if you could meet her, you’d get it. She’s so, so good. She doesn’t need me. I have no idea why she’s staying. I’ve been such an asshole. To everyone, to her,” He sighed.

she heard rustling. “I never told you, but when she started at The Beef? I was so fucked up, and she- she, right away, I could see it. I knew her. I knew she was brilliant, to good for that place. Too good for me. Too good for anywhere. But I just wanted to keep her,” he scoffed. “Mike,” he whispered, sounding spooked. “She made this risotto. You would have died. It just… it just needed, like, the tiniest tweak. But, anyway I was a dick about it. But I could taste her future. Her talent is so much bigger than like, I can even comprehend.”

He was silent for so long that she had to peek to see if he was still there. He was. Elegant fingers messing up his own tangled curls, he was biting his lip with red eyes. “I wish I could tell her, Bear,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want to give her everything she wants. Everything. Probably too much. Even if I don’t know how,” he added, that last sentence slipping out in a rush.

She heard his jacket rustle as he shifted. She could hear him humming, almost as if he was reacting to something another person said. And who was she to judge? Maybe he was.

He was quiet for a long moment, his hand worrying over his chin. Syd stared openly at Carmy as he marinated. She watched his face as different emotions danced across his finely carved features. She was pretty sure she saw sadness, frustration, humor, and maybe even a smidge of hope. Or maybe she was just a stalker.

“What would I say if she were here now? I- I don’t know, Mikey,” he admitted, choking out a meager laugh. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Syd, I’m sorry I’ve been such an unbelievable asshole to the one person I want to be better for? Oh, and yeah. I know you wanted to work together but I apparently never learned? And you should be the one teaching me?” He laughed bitterly, on a roll now.

“Or how about this? I tell her, “Oh and Syd, the thought of you working with Shapiro - that fucking prick, Jesus, Mikey, if she had actually said yes to that asshole I’d have never forgiven myself- anyway, the thought of you rather working with him than with me… learning that broke me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Syd. How do I tell you? How do I show you? How important you are? How do I do that without making you feel less than?” He had tears in his eyes.

The weak sunlight cast his hair in a golden glow. In that moment, he looked like an angel who would never be so cunty in the kitchen. She almost admonished herself for using that label. But, she reasoned, men could be cunty too. She almost laughed out loud, but slapped a hand over her mouth.

The gentle slap of her fingers over her open mouth was not what she’d describe as gentle or silent. It was, in fact, audible in the empty cemetery. The smile disappeared from her face as Carmy whipped his head around, his eyes finding hers. They widened first in recognition, then disbelief.

“Syd?” he breathed. “Is that you? What… what the fuck are you doing… here?” he asked quietly, gesturing between them to the bush. Having lost the ability to speak, Syd pointed at her mom’s grave. Carmy took that as an invitation to walk over to her. He stood next to her, and then kneeled down to read her mother’s name.

He smoothed his forefinger over the inscription reverently, just as she had done. He was silent for a long moment before doing something that surprised her. “Hi, Mrs. Adamu,” he whispered. “I’m Carmy. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said awkwardly. Syd’s heart swelled. “Your daughter… I know you’re really proud already, but… I wish you could see her now. She’s really something special,” he muttered, looking down at his feet.

“Carmy,” Syd said hesitantly after making sure he was finished speaking. “Can you look at me, please?” she asked softly.

He looked at her then, his piercing blue eyes meeting her own. She couldn’t swear on it, but she thought she could see his pulse making the skin of his rose flushed neck stutter. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “How much.. um, of that did you- did you hear?” His voice shook slightly.

Syd winced. “Once I figured out it was you, I tried to tune you out but I couldn’t. And I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but like, there’s no way I have left without announcing I was here,” she said simply. “So I stayed.” She twisted a ring around her finger over and over, smiling nervously. She took a shaky breath.

“I believe you, Syd. But uh, how much? Were you here the… the… all that time?” His eyes searched hers.

She nodded, unsure what to say. She moved closer to him. He startled, eyebrows raised. She curled her fingers into the soft cotton covering his shoulder. “Carmy,” she breathed. She nodded. “I heard it,” she confirmed. Carmy closed his eyes, nodding once. He opened his eyes again and held her gaze. “Is there, um. Anything else you… you wanna say?” They were so close now they were almost touching.

His answering nod was so small that she almost didn’t see it. “Yeah,” he replied, his lips all but disappearing into a thin line. “I wanted to say some of this… you know, at the funeral. But then the guy that made me this way was there. And I had to confront him. You know, he’s why, Syd. He’s why New York was so shitty, why I have panic attacks. Why I… why I can’t just be-“ he broke off, his eyes shiny.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I confronted him. He’s still a piece of shit. He will- never change. But then, later, you were gone. And I, I realized. I’m putting all of this shit on you. My shit. Ruining this for you, taking away all the good parts. The things about it you love. I made it all about me, like you said. Syd,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, for all of it.”

Syd wiped at her wet cheeks, taking deep breaths. Looking down, she saw that she had moved even closer to Carmy. She was holding onto the tips of two of his fingers.

Prompt 2: Syd and Carmy are catering a party for Jimmy, post -season 3, in a fancy high rise apartment. Maybe the review came out and it's not bad but it's not stellar and Jimmy is trying to figure it out, so he asks them to do this. Syd and Carmy get trapped in the service elevator with trays as they are cleaning up afterwards

The Elevator Story

The service version of anything was always- by design- less than. Service entrances were often discreetly located on the side or around the back. Service staircases were simply adorned, with no frills. Who would they be for, after all? Utilitarian double doors, forlorn potted plants, and overstuffed cigarette receptacles were some of the glamor one could expect to grace a service entrance. Likewise, service elevators didn’t claim to be anything they weren’t. They were just to get from point A to point B.

Syd, however, would argue that it was more like rising from point A to B on the Y axis. There was not a cute way mathematically to say that she was ascending vertically in a shitty service elevator in a fancy high-rise building in a gentrified, annoying little bubble of Chicago with her business “partner”. They had been down and up a few times, sullenly taking their gear back to the van. But anyway, if the Y-axis was this shitty elevator, shooting straight up toward this building’s event space, then the X-axis was the things left unsaid between herself and Carmy. Things on the x-axis weren’t great. They hadn’t been for a while.

She noticed him looking at her. He had a little smirk on his stupid face. His strong cheekbones and soulful eyes fucking pissed her off. With all of the bullshit he’d put her through, he deserved to have an actual asshole instead of a mouth. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “What?” she asked aggressively, unintentionally flaring her nostrils. His eyes widened in surprise. He seemed to be in a perpetual state of surprise these days. How he could ever be surprised by the situation he found himself in, despite being responsible for it, blew her mind daily.

“Nothing,” he said in a low voice, sighing. “You were mumbling something about math. It was…” he stopped talking, catching sight of her expression. It was their day off, and she was in no mood for his shit. She had ultimately decided to reject Shapiro’s offer, but that didn’t mean much had changed. The big review that came out on the night of the funeral at Ever had been just decent enough escape the total wrath of Cicero. He still threatened them with data from Computer regularly. Hence the catering side job they had both agreed to do tonight. Everyone else had begged off, probably because the tension between Carmy and Syd was thicker than cold veal fat on a chilled plate.

“It was what?” Syd asked neutrally, daring him to say anything. “Nerdy?” She scoffed. She had heard that one before, although Carmy would never insult her in such an obvious way. He would insult her by excluding her. It was much more insidious, eating away at her one small bite at a time.

“It was fucking cute,” he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She could tell he didn’t mean to say it because his eyes grew impossibly wider. He cleared his throat. “Last trip back up there, I think,” he said quickly, clearly keen to change the subject. Syd was glad for the stainless steel utility cart in between the two of them. She’d take any distance she could get.

Syd rolled her eyes inwardly. Outwardly, she tried to keep a neutral expression. But had he truly called her cute? She was torn between smiling and being (even more) annoyed. She felt crabby, and he was picking at her. “You know what would have been cute?” she asked in a neutral tone. Carmy raised his eyebrows, looking earnest. He reminded her of one of those sad old men she saw who sat waiting for their wives on benches in the mall outside department stores. “It would have been a lot cuter and more cost-effective if we hadn’t done that fucking caviar station. But as usual, you didn’t listen to me. I don’t know why I’m even here anymore.”

Carmy had the nerve to look wounded. “Syd, where is this coming from? I agree with you completely! The fucking caviar thing was Cicero’s idea. You believe me, right?” he pleaded with her. She glared at him, one side of her mouth puckered.

“Forgive me for finding that hard to believe,” she said tonelessly. “You know what? Forget it,” she said, waving her hand. She wanted to avoid whatever arguments he desperately wanted to hold onto. “I don’t know why I bother anyway. Let’s just get this over with so we can get the fuck out of here.” At that moment, she noticed that they had been ascending very slowly for quite some time. How long had this little exchange been going on, anyway? They should have made it to the top by now. And she certainly hadn’t heard that whining mechanical noise during their last ascent.

“Carmy, shouldn’t we be there by now? This is taking for-” she broke off as the elevator slowed to a halt. They looked at each other. They heard and felt a grinding shudder below their feet before the elevator was finally silenced. “Fuck my life,” Syd uttered, sliding down to sit on the floor of the elevator. She just wanted to go home and mindlessly disassociate like a normal person. She couldn’t even look at her phone in this elevator; there was no signal.

Carmy held the call button for a long time until someone came on the line. He tried explaining their situation to the operator, but she could not have been less interested. “Sir, let me stop you there. This is a modern elevator. I can see your location in my system. I can also see the error code on the elevator. The motor has overheated. But the ventilation system appears to be in order. I’ll put in a work order for this elevator and call someone out to your location,” she recited robotically.

Syd huffed, sharing an incredulous glance with Carmy. “Um, sorry, but how long will that take?” she asked. Carmy’s brow was furrowed as he stared holes into the speaker.

The lady’s tinny voice responded almost at once. “Oh, no idea. I’ve called them out, but it’s late. I’m sending them to you, but the elevator will probably cool down before they get here. I’ll also alert the building’s management, but they’re not the most-” she stopped talking suddenly. Syd suddenly understood that this probably wasn’t the first issue this lady had logged with this particular building. She sighed.

“How long do you think it will take? Until either the elevator cools down enough, or the technician gets here?” Syd asked, her voice calmer now.

The lady’s tinny voice sounded once more from the speaker. “Thirty minutes to an hour is my best guess,” she said. “Just sit tight. Like I said, ventilation is working properly and this is a really minor issue. There’s nothing wrong with the motor or any other systems. You’re safe,” she assured them.

Seeing Syd’s dubious look, Carmy grimaced.

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[abarbaricyalp]

Bed, Beignets, and Other B Things Sam Wilson Likes

Written for the @samtember2022 prompt: Cake cake cake and of course Sam Wilson's birthday! 🎂 A fuller, spicier version (where the cake pun really comes to life) will be posted to AO3 later, but I wanted to get this posted now that it isn't even September.

Sam's arm fell to the other side of the bed and landed on a warm chest instead of cool sheets. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning over and sneaking a glance at the man next to him.

Bucky was already awake, but he was still sleep rumpled, impression lines crossing his face and chest, hair a mess. Sam wondered if he could convince him to cut it now. Surely he was more susceptible to the idea when it was all tangled in the morning. Then again, Sam figured if the whole 'your secret identity will be harder to figure out if you cut off your trademark mane' hadn't worked, he didn't think a few knots would either.

"You stayed," he yawned and stretched his arms into Bucky's space.

Bucky's fingers fell across one of Sam's hands. "It's your birthday," he said simply. "Thought I should at least buy you breakfast. Give you a day off."

Sam smiled at the idea. Not hunting down rogue bases and ghost stories was fine by him. It seemed like a lovely day outside. The seasons were actually turning here and there was a crispness he could feel even without opening the window. It made him press closer to Bucky's chest, hiding his head under Bucky's jaw. Bucky's arms went around him, his left arm slow in caution but also because he was laying on it.

"Maybe I like chasing you down," Sam suggested.

"You like pastries more," Bucky pointed out. And that was true. Food in general, but breakfast desserts were a favorite.

"You got any other plans for the day?" Sam asked. "Or are you gonna disappear as soon as I turn my back on you outside?"

"I don't plan on letting you outside," Bucky admitted. "My plans involved getting you in the shower and then back in this bed. Everything else can be ordered in."

Sam hummed. That did sound like a really good plan. "Can I open the window?"

"We're on a fourth floor, so I don't think that many people will be able to hear you. Go for it."

Sam lifted his head enough to watch Bucky's face until it broke into a grin. "Oh, that kind of day in bed, huh?" he asked.

Bucky's fingers moved up Sam's back. "That kind of day in bed," he agreed and turned onto his back, pulling Sam over him as he went. His fingers went back to tracing Sam's spine and Sam tried not to shiver with it. He didn't succeed.

"If you were gonna ask for something today, what would it be?" Bucky asked.

Sam raised an eyebrow and took his own turn to brush his fingers over Bucky's chest--the line of hair traveling down his pecs, a birthmark against his ribs, a scar that Sam weirdly had a matching one to under his collarbone. They'd both gotten them when they were kids, lifetimes before they knew each other or had any shared life experience. Except, Sam supposed, falling out of a tree and hitting every branch on the way down.

"Use pet names today," he decided. "Don't call me Wilson."

"What about--"

"Sam and all your terrible variations are fine," Sam added.

Bucky grinned up at him. "Alright, doll," he agreed. "That one's easy enough to give you." He sat up so they were shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, hip to hip. It made Sam light-headed and he tilted forward to catch Bucky's mouth on his and also steady himself.

Bucky kissed like he thought it was the last thing he was going to do. Sam refused to consider the legitimacy of that fear. He was intense and excited. Sometimes it felt like running into a brick wall and sometimes he opened up like an endless expanse of soft lips and searching hands. Sometimes the brick wall came down between them, and then tilted forward for extra kisses, with a hand on Sam's chest, pushing him back.

"Wait, wait," Bucky panted and then took another three kisses. "Shower first," he encouraged. "I have a plan for today."

"What about food?" Sam asked.

Bucky grinned at him and it made Sam's stomach turn over in the most desirable way. "Well, I'm gonna eat," he said oh-so innocently. "But I don't know how long it's gonna take, so I figured we could order in later."

Sam was nodding before Bucky even finished talking. "Yeah, alright," he agreed, pulling Bucky into another kiss.

He was expecting it when Bucky stood and lifted him in the same motion, but it still made him go light headed all over again.

"Happy birthday, baby," Bucky breathed against Sam's chest, where he seemed to be trying to kiss his way to Sam's heart.

"Yeah," Sam agreed dazedly. "And here's to many more."

"Well you've still got to get through this one," Bucky teased.

Sam shivered and curled his arms around the back of Bucky's neck. He kind of thought this wouldn't be such a bad way to go. But he was fully planning on doing this again next year.

[buggknife]

❣️ - What are their love languages? 🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? 🐒 - What’s their favorite animal? 🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? ☂️ - How do they feel about rain? 🗺️ - What languages do they speak? 🍳 - How well can they cook? 🍪 - How well can they bake? 🍽️ - What’s their favorite food? 🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids? 🐾 - Do they have any pets? 💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? 🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

WOOOAAGH so many,,, thamk you,... (i'm gonna be polite and put this under a readmore)

❣️ - What are their love languages? LOVES being 'useful' but gets uncomfortable when this is reversed. Not a physical person by nature but can appreciate another's presence if there's some trust established.

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? Consistent if not exactly 'good.' Late nights and early mornings- definitely doesn't get enough downtime.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? He's very self conscious of his overall like.... presence if that makes sense. Feeling like he's not supposed to be in places. Also has a laugh that's much higher pitched than his regular voice

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal? Very much a cat guy, the size of the cat isn't important. Would be absolutely obsessed with Peaches if they were to meet. Also has been known to befriend crows :>

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? He's ace, but has no idea that's a thing people can be and so he's convinced something's just not right in his head. (Tooootally not drawing from my own experiences here heeehe🫠) Spending 30 minutes on The Gays Website would solve this but it never happens so he remains clueless.

🗺️ - What languages do they speak? English, some broken French but do not expect to hold an actual conversation

🍳 - How well can they cook? Very! Dude loves cookin. Soups chili etc are some favourites, just goes wild and makes tasty dishes with whatever happens to be on hand.

🍪 - How well can they bake? Serviceable, doesn't go as buck wild as with cooking but can make most simple recipes.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food? Has a fondness for savoury snacks, chips pretzels etc. All the funny stuff you get at the gas station at 3 in the morning. Tortilla chips and salsa are always a hit.

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids? Doesn't dislike them per se, just doesn't know what to do around them. Finds them unpredictable, sudden loud noises are a big nope.

🐾 - Do they have any pets? No, wants a cat though. Current lifestyle doesn't lend itself well to owning a pet. Definitely follows those instagrams of people who bring their cats on hikes etc.

💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.) Lots of 'mm' 'uhmm' 'ermmm' and variations of those. That 'prrftfbbt' exhale.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? One older brother, Ash. He's a lot more invested in their weird ass culty family and resents Eran for distancing himself from them. A forceful personality.. their interactions are almost always arguments.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them? That's actually not something that's ever come up hmmm! Would definitely be completely normal and not freak out at all (lie).

[starry-skies-116]

Plural!Sunny and Alive!Mari AU for my personal Omori Angst fulfillment needs (DON'T LIKE THEN DNI):

Sunny: 

Full name is Sunny Suzuki.

Their body is Japanese and Filipino American, and also intersex/hermaphrodite with a chromosomal, chemical and gonad variation! He looks mostly like a boy but has VERY androgynous and even somewhat feminine traits in his body!

They were born on July 20th, 1987 to Masayoshi Suzuki and Christine Suzuki (nee Bishop) in their hometown of Faraway Town, Nevada, and are three years younger than Mari, their older sister.

Sunny is definitely a cat person- he loves the texture of Mewo’s fur and will pet him as a stim whenever he’s stressed.

Transneutral nonbinary bigender rosboy who sometimes presents femme and uses primarily he/him but also she/they pronouns and neopronouns. We stan-

Greysexual but also pansexual and nebularomantic.

Both Sunny and Omori do like Basil as a close friend, and both Sunny and Omori have a small crush on Aubrey without being aware that Aubrey feels the same.

Sunny likes steak, steak is a safefood for him: he’s very texture sensitive to food. He does have other favorite foods, but foods such as eggplant, asparagus, sweet potatoes, squash, papaya, black pepper, et cetera, are an instant no-no.

Sunny’s mother has tried to incorporate steak into other foods she makes for him, but in a few cases Sunny doesn’t eat them. Simple salted and grilled steak drizzled lightly with sauce is all he asks for, and it is something he will gladly eat.

He shares many interests with Omori, such as having the same favorite toys, sweets, videogames and comic books (such as Captain Spaceboy).

Sunny is unaware of Omori’s existence until much, much later when he comes back into consciousness again several weeks upon a few months after the recital.

Shy and quiet, he rarely ever smiles.

Sunny’s hair is vantablack, and his eyes are nebulously dark- unlike Mari’s hair, which has a brown-ish tint to it and her eyes are warm and the color of dark chocolate and honey. You could put Sunny in a room where the walls are pure light and his hair would still be pure black.

Sunny and Omori both are big fans of flowers such as the black dahlia, queen of the night tulip, white tulips and white coronations.

When Sunny was younger, he would often zone out and wander off to places, especially particularly fascinating places that caught his attention and interest. Mari and the others had to frequently run after him and drag him back to their intended destination/original location- however, zoning out became dissociative fugues.

When he was younger, he would try and mimic Mari because he looked up to her so much- everything from her speech to her mannerisms and the way she worded certain phrases. This somewhat is like the creation of Omori and his personality in this AU, who was very similar to his sister and his friends in many aspects despite also retaining many personality fragments of Sunny. Yet, Omori is more like Mari, and takes inspiration as well from fragments of the values and demeanors of the Faraway Friends.

Both Sunny and Omori go virtually nonverbal when emotionally distressed, and also when dissociating.

They are autistic and have alexithymia. They pretend to have great memory but actually begin to have terrible memory when he has his first blackout switch an hour before the recital.

Literally has zero self-esteem, someone give this sweetie a hug-

Always loves and cares deeply about his sister and his friends.

He doesn’t have the best relationship with his dad- his mother infantilizes him and his father trivializes his troubles and pain and emotionally neglected him in favor of Mari, the golden child.

He’s traumatized by his parents’s unstable marriage and all the fights they would have, as well as the lake incident and all the pressure they and Mari would put on him to do exceptional at everything they wanted him to do and uphold the family reputation.

Their family is only picture-perfect on the outside- Mari basically had to raise him due to the dysfunctional relationship between their parents. Mari was essentially the Golden Child in her father’s eyes and that also damaged her.

Sunny is very creative and has a capacity for dissociation alongside his rich inner world, which is why he blacked out and switched in his room after he pushes Mari down the stairs and Hero caught her before she could suffer any injuries (save for a little bruise on her legs and the initial shock from falling).

His repetitive childhood trauma may seem minor to others around him, but to him it was utterly damaging and psychologically scarring. He did have several happy memories throughout his childhood, though.

He suffered really bad injuries when he almost drowned in the lake in this AU and has medical trauma from going to the hospital. 

His father’s love was conditional in every way- whenever Sunny did fail, he was subjected to harsh emotional and verbal mistreatment, followed by gaslighting and trivializing after said incident, leading Sunny to develop a mixed and turbulent relationship with his father. Sunny would walk on eggshells around his father similar to how his mother did, and every time his father would point out that Sunny was ‘just like his mother’ or ‘just like Mari’, Sunny would grow increasingly uncomfortable.

Of course, Sunny was always in touch with his more feminine side, and being told by kids often to ‘man up’ or to ‘speak up more’ when he was younger didn’t exactly help with such a feeling.

Doesn’t consider home to be exactly a safe place, and is overattached to and emotionally dependent on Mari because of the emotional immaturity of his parents- because of this he’s a huge fan of escapism and has struggled with maladaptive coping and daydreaming since he was a very young child.

He is significantly more timid, volatile and self-destructive than Omori.

***

Omori:

Unlike in the canon of Omori being a manifestation of Sunny’s guilt, anger, negative emotions and self-hatred/unhealthy escapism, Omori in this AU is also "Sunny", in a way: he's Sunny’s protector, and was created to be a coping mechanism. But they both experience many terrible side effects for the both of them such as blackout, dissociation and large gaps in memory and much more.

Because of this, instead of being a blank slate, Omori is instead a distinct personality visibly different than that of Sunny’s despite them being both technically “the same person”, and despite the similarities they may share in certain traits, habits, likes and dislikes.

Omori is noticeably more outwardly expressive, compassionate, gentle and merciful than Sunny.

Omori was the name engraved on Mari’s piano as well as the piano in Faraway Town’s church- Sunny’s mind, and therefore Sunny himself, had created Omori to be a 'better' version of himself so he could dissociate during upsetting and/or traumatic events and remain functional afterwards, and even if Omori had never made his presence clearly known to Sunny, he knew that Sunny always had a feeling that something protected him during his darkest hours and that he was never alone, which comforted him.

He is also autistic and has alexithymia.

Transneutral genderfloren using all pronouns and he’s grey aroace (rarely feels romantic attraction except towards Aubrey, exclusively asexual).

If Sunny and Omori were made aware of each other’s existence and acknowledged each other officially, they would have an extremely close relationship, brotherly and familial and deep in nature. After all, they do share everything- and by everything, I mean everything, from a body to a heart to a mind to a soul. Everything.

A few minutes before the recital, Sunny blacked out and Omori had taken over with no memory of pushing Mari down the stairs or Hero catching her. He didn’t have any memory of his arguement with Mari or nearly being about to destroy his violin in a fit of rage. As a result, he acted cordially and sweetly towards Mari instead of out of contempt and seething fury, which shocked and utterly confused both Mari and Hero. Why exactly was Sunny acting so different and cheery, and being significantly more emotive than usual?

Omori is more like Mari in terms of personality (kind of like how Sunny would always mimic Mari when he was younger)- he is outwardly more kind, goofy, gentle, polite, and the manifestation of more positive emotions of Sunny (with a more carefree and mischievous side to him, unlike Sunny, who is uptight, paranoid and straightforward). He esembles Mari in terms of personality and demeanor, as well as some of her likes and dislikes. Mari grows incredibly unsettled when she realizes this when Omori switches in for the first time and the Faraway Friends get to know Omori better.

For example, his favorite color is purple, he’s an incredibly forgiving and perceptive person, he loves challenges and riddles, and he is somewhat of a semi-perfectionist (nowhere near as bad as Mari- and yes, Mari has OCD in my AU, pry this from my hands I dare you).

Omori is visibly more different than Sunny in the way that he carries himself- his face muscles relax, his features become more kind, loose and expressive, he becomes more soft-spoken and polite/sweetly sincere in his words, his brows unscrunch, his muscles slacken, and he looks significantly more approachable than Sunny, who’s blunt, vigilant and cliff-faced most of the time.

Even his handwriting and drawing style changes- although they both can draw, Sunny’s drawings are usually more morbid and abstract in nature, while Omori draws whatever he sees/creates in the system’s inner world/headspace- the latter loves to use markers that are purple and turquoise, and just loves pastel and neon colors and palette and draws frequently with them in general. Sunny meanwhile, prefers colors like black, white and red. They both love the colors purple and yellow, however, because those are Mari's favorite colors.

Omori has a very prominent sweet tooth, even more so than Sunny.

Just like Sunny, Omori dearly loves Mari and his friends, and has a complicated and strained relationship with his and Sunny’s father. He sought to keep his existence a secret from the rest of the group until the recital, when he was forced to take control of the body to protect Sunny from harm as he was aware that his other self had self-destructive tendencies.

The purpose of Omori’s creation was to protect and take care of Sunny as well as the body that they shared, and Omori loves and cares about Sunny more than anything. Sunny, being Omori’s first priority first and foremost above all else, was the reason why when the former was having a panic attack an hour or two before the recital, Omori forced Sunny to dissociate and black out, and he forced himself to take control and discarded all plans of keeping his existence a secret to the world: protecting Sunny was paramount to ensure their survival and their continued existence. 

Afterwards, Sunny remained blacked out for a long period of time, and Omori was the one interacting with the physical world, including Mari, Hero, and all his friends and the residents of Faraway Town. Everyone was very unsettled by how different “Sunny” was acting, and nobody really knew the truth behind why. The Faraway Friends resolved to try and find out somehow.

Sunny didn’t break the violin in this AU, Mari stopped him and grabbed onto his wrist so tight it sort of bruised it before he could throw the violin down the stairs. This still resulted in an argument, and Hero did catch Mari when Sunny pushed her down the stairs in a fit of anger before she could receive any injuries. The recital went on as usual, so did the pizza dinner afterwards, but it wasn’t Sunny playing at that recital alongside Mari, nor was it Sunny talking to his friends: it was Omori.

***

Ngl I might write a fanfic about this-

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Chapter 8

This one....is a doozy, It's Robin and Eddie's graduation party!! YAAAYYY!!!! Ummm, Warnings are that Robin's dad is hot, everyone has a crush on him and he's her british step dad. Then also it's y/n's first time meeting Steve's parent's for real, so drinking, smoking, language as always, and also meat and Robin's non-binary cousin that uses they/them (not a warning, I just don't want anyone to get confused while reading) WC: 6.9k

Hawkins High's class of '86's graduation ceremony was kept rather short and sweet. 

Short because there were so few graduates left in town; sweet because they were able to make it more personable to those left. Nancy made a speech about how everyone made so many memories at Hawkins High, "some good, some bad" and she glanced at Steve then cleared her throat. Robin and Eddie rolled their eyes, the kids kept their thoughts to themselves. Except Mike, who couldn't hold back a scoff that was way too loud for such a small audience of only around 200, including parents, grandparents, extended family and friends. Steve only gave y/n's hand that was resting on his knee a squeeze. "We've come so far from the kids we once were and now we're facing this new chapter of our lives, but we'll always have this to look back on." With the way the seating chart panned out, Eddie was right behind Robin so he leaned over her shoulder and whispered "I'd really rather not." She dipped her head to stifle her snort but only laughed harder when her cap fell off. Nancy saw the whole thing but carried on as usual, "Go Tigers!"

Robin was the tenth person called but still got the loudest cheers so far. She nearly tripped on the way up when the rubber sole on the toe of her Mary-Jane stuck to the laminate floor for half a second. Only Eddie noticed and snickered behind her while she not-so discreetly gave him the finger behind her back. She took her diploma and shook hands with the administrators, then hugged her drama teacher and made her way back to her seat. 11 letters later, it was finally Eddie Munson's time to shine. The whole group knew his plan so they kept clapping and cheering when he haughtily shook every hand. Except when he got to the teachers who were always harder on him than the other kids, and he just held up both middle fingers while still holding his diploma. He walked backwards until he spun around and ran down the stairs and out the door with his gown billowing behind him. The principal just shook his head and his muttered whispers of ‘took him long enough,’ were lightly picked up by the mic. The whole time Wayne and all of Hellfire club were giving a standing ovation in their matching shirts. 

***

The party was held in the Buckley's backyard. Mike, Will and El had to go to Nancy and Jonathan's party so they only hugged Robin and Eddie at the end of the ceremony then left with their families. Joyce gave them both big hugs and Hopper shook their hands and said some variation of "Great job, kid."

It was wall to wall Buckleys, well more like treeline to treeline, but you get the idea. Her mom has 5 siblings and she has a lot of great aunts and uncles. And by extension, a fuck ton of cousins. The younger ones zipped through the yard while her parents dragged her to say hello to everyone "Thank you for coming. How's (Sam) Sam doing, haven't seen him in a while." Her mom would tell her the names of children, spouses, etc. through clenched teeth then pull her on to the next guest.

"I think this has got to be a fire hazard." y/n said while her eyes scanned the vast backyard filled with people and food and folding tables.

"What? The number of people or that very unpromising grill situation over there?" There were at least 5 men, all armed with tongs, arguing over times and temperatures and y/n was sure she saw one actually threaten the other over the mention of a well done steak.

"She obviously means how hot Robin's stepdad is." Eddie scoffed at Steve's question then puffed the wind knocked out of him by Steve's elbow. "What?! It's true, look at him! I'd go to college just for that. I wouldn't, obviously but, I mean, that is a gorgeous man." He wasn't wrong. Mr. Buckley was hot, like hot hot. And the fact that he didn't know it, or at least acted like he didn't, just added to the allure. "And that accent, oh my god, strike me down."

"I'm honestly about to." Steve looked at Eddie with a stern expression but he only returned with his signature lopsided grin.

"Why, jealous big boy?" Steve looked like he was either about to punch or kiss Eddie, these days, who can tell. Either way, y/n got between them and pulled them inside by their arms before he got the chance.

"You are both ridiculous." Once they got to a tighter hallway she dropped their arms but they still followed her lead out the front door. "But so very right." 

"What!?"

"See Harrington! She gets it."

"How could you not? He's fuckin gorgeous, and an English lit professor, and a total feminist, and oh my god, I slept over like a week ago or somethin' like that and then we were talking about the queer themes of Emily Dickinson's poems and then he just recited "Wild Nights" and his voice ugh I thought I was gonna melt. Didn't last though because Robin yelled at me." She opened the back door and reached across Eloise's car seat to get the purple holographic gift bag. She was up on her toes and had one foot popped in the air to lean in.

"You gonna leave me for Robin's stepdad now?" Steve crossed his arms and gave his best Jake Ryan-style smolder with a short laugh. 

"Are you?" She turned around with a cocked eyebrow and the bag hanging off one finger.

"Touche." He smiled at the ground to hide the very very faint blush.

"Oooh, Robin's taught you well. Excellent travail, mon chéri." 

"Enough of that you bilingual bastards, gimme that." Eddie took his graduation present and dug through the tissue paper to pull out a tall obsidian tower, a blue tiger's eye, and a rose quartz necklace. He kept going through to find some cassettes they knew he didn't have yet because they made sure to look through all of his shelves and every compartment of his car. 

"This thing is very metal." He held up the Obsidian to watch it shine in the sunlight. 

"Thank you."

"It took me forever to finally find a good store so expect more, and I'll probably make you come with me because I'll need your van to get that massive amethyst."

"It won't fit in the truck?" Eddie was surprised a crystal could even be that big.

"I don't want it to get banged up, when it's in the van it'll at least be indoors."

"The thing’s massive, dude. The vibes are gonna be so lifted, or whatever that one's meant for. I still don't really get it, but if you guys like it..."

"It's for balance, tranquility, stuff like that." She explained.

"When do you need to get it?"

"Just whenever but I was hoping to get it next week?"

"Great, we'll make a day of it."

"Perfect!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Now, let's get back to the party."

She started walking away but Steve and Eddie just stood there staring at each other. Eddie winked at him and Steve half laughed-half scoffed before closing the few paces between him and y/n and catching her by the hand. 

"Hmmm, possessive much?" She giggled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He brought the back of her hand up to his lips. 

"Hmmm. We should probably try to save Wayne from Mr. Buckley introducing him to everyone. Or at least Robin from her cousins." She gave him a quick kiss and squeezed his hand before going back out to the yard. 

Even though it was light, only lasted a nanosecond, and they'd been together for 2 months now, spending practically every minute together; it still felt like that time Robin made him try buzzing lip balm. He licked his lips and flexed his hands in a vain attempt to do something about the fizzy feeling that washed over every place she touched, every time.

***

Robin's stepdad, Tom, was pulling Wayne Munson all around his backyard. He had a natural talent for getting people out of their shells, he jokes it's because he worked for a seafood restaurant with rather pretentious clientele in grad school. He and Steve got along because they both always found something interesting about people, always something to talk about or in common. That's why Tom could carry a conversation with the most arrogant of professors just as easily as he could with his very rural brothers-in-law. And why Steve could do the same with the other members of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin, and his parents' business friends. 

"Pat, lovely seeing you, this is Mr. Munson. His nephew is one of Robin's friends, they graduated together." Tom held one of Wayne's shoulders while he introduced him to one of Robin's uncles.

"Wayne, hi." He shook the other man's hand.

"Pat Buckley. Munson? Your boy Eddie Munson?"

"Uh yeah."

"Good thing the Chief got that kid's name cleared. Didn't believe it for a second, all because a' some game? My dau- sorry, my kid plays it all the time. Sure, I don't get it but it makes 'em happy. Who am I to say no?" They sat on the folding chairs and talked about their kids' affinity for such a strange game, the rapidly declining quality of their shared cigarette brand, and the different burning qualities of different types of wood. And other common middle aged man topics of conversation.

***

By the end of the night y/n, Steve, and Robin were certain Eddie had flirted with each and every cousin of hers over the age of 18. Finally he landed on Mars.

They had a lot in common with him. He was drawn in by their style and tattoos, one of which was a D20, which only sealed the deal.

"Introduce me," He whispered to Robin who was talking with her aunt about studying abroad.

"What? To who?" She craned her neck to the side to look at him. He nodded his head back to the person being swallowed whole by their flannel and black hair curling 3/4 of the way down their back with the under half dark blue. "Oh! Mars? Yeah they're cool. You'll like them."

"Mars!" Robin walked over and Eddie followed. Mars set down the can of hard cider next to their doc Martens. 

"Hey, Rob! How's it goin'?" Their voice had a certain grate to it that Eddie found wildly attractive. 

"It's going, how're you?"

"I've been alright, but you remember that guy, the one with that god awful band?"

"Riley?"

"Yeah, well you remember how I said how I thought it was going well? Mhm, yeah turns out he was just waiting for me to 'grow out of'." They gestured up and down their body. "Soooo he had to go."

"Oh I'm sorry, if it's any consolation I always thought his band was shit. And he sucks at guitar, no offense."

"None taken, he was never very good with his hands anyway. Now I'm just looking for cheap beer, a little less cheap weed, and an even cheaper rebound." They punctuated with another swig of cider.

Eddie stepped forward from beside Robin and held out his hand, palm up. "Eddie Munson, lovely to meet you."

"Mars Buckley, enchanté." They slipped their hand into his and he bowed down to place a kiss to the back of it, never breaking eye contact. Robin only backed away before it became too much.

When Eddie stood back up he pulled their arm closer to him. "I noticed your tattoos, the patch work suits you. But this is quite beautiful." He meant the landscape swirling around their right forearm. 

"The Shire, and the sun's a D20, see?"

"Metal." They pulled his arm forward to look at his puppet master tattoo.

"Did you get this before, or after the song came out?"

"Before, looong before. I was like 16 when I got it."

"Metal."

"Very."

"I love Robin to death but obviously she's too absorbed with everyone else for our poor souls at the moment, so d'you wanna get out of here, we could get on my bike and be back by the time all the kids leave and before anyone notices we're gone."

"I would love to."

***

"Hey, uh any of you kids seen Eddie 'round here?" Wayne asked as Steve and y/n were passing by.

"I think I saw him leave with one of Robin's cousins. Huge flannel, long black hair," y/n offered.

"That'd be Mars, my kid, they get a little overwhelmed at these kinda things. Probably just went out for some air. They should be back soon." Pat added.

"Steve, y/n," Robin called, running over to them. "You guys need anything? No! Good, great. My mom says I'm not hostessing enough but like why should I have to host when I'm supposed to be the guest of honor. Anyway, you gotta help me. In about 5 minutes I'm about to be inundated with aunts asking where my boyfriend is. Even though most of them are pretty progressive, there's still a few outliers who still don't get that I'm not the gay cousin because there's literally 6 of us. That we know of! Like aunt Rosie thought Mars was just really into mythology and not really into mythology, if ya catch my drift. So please, just help me out here."

"How?"

"I don't know, hide me."

"Just sit with us Rob, they won't bother us if we just ignore them." Pat said and slid down the picnic bench to offer her a seat. 

"What about you guys?" She looked up at y/n and Steve.

"I mean, I was gonna go talk to Tom for a little bit. Feels like I haven't seen him all day." Y/n spun on her heel but Steve caught her arm and spun her back around and she had a big smile with the tip of her tongue on her canine.

"She means we're gonna go."

"I hate you dinguses!"

Steve kept walking but y/n spun around and blew her a big kiss. "Love you too, Rob. Fly high my friend."

"She's so weird." Robin shook her head.

"No weirder than Eddie," Wayne said.

"That's true."

***

"Are you sure you don't need anymore help with anything Mrs. Buckley? I'd be- We'd be more than happy to stay."

"No, Steve, really go enjoy your night. And, thank you for coming." She put a hand on his arm and gave him a soft smile that he sweetly returned.

"Thank you for having me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Buckley. See you Thursday, was it?" Y/n hugged her goodbye.

"Yes, thank you for coming and I'm sure Robin will love the fresh perspective. See you then."

 Steve cocked an eyebrow. "Book club, Emily Dickinson," she explained.

"You have to stop stealing all our friends' parents."

"Never!" She skipped out the door to his car. He took his time, in no rush to get home. He pulled the keys from his back pocket and unlocked the door for her. 

Five minutes into the drive and Steve nervously tapping on the wheel, he finally spoke up. "Y'know, we don't have to go if you don't want to."

"No, I want to. Unless you don't then we definitely don't have to and we can just tell them I'm sick and do it another time."

"They want to do it tonight because they're leaving again Sunday."

"Then we'll do it tonight and it'll be fine." He reached down to shift gears and she caught his hand before he could bring it back to the wheel. She pressed a kiss to the back of it and mumbled, "We'll be ok, I'll be right there and if it goes terrible, well then they're leaving Sunday anyway so it doesn't really matter."

"Are you sure?"

"I am if you are. I just need to change first."

"Why? You look good."

"Thank you. But, I look good for a graduation party, not for meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first 'official' time at one of the nicest restaurants for like a five town radius."

"You've met them before, it's not like it's the first time you're meeting them," but he still took the turn leading to her house rather than the restaurant, which didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Well that was only for like five seconds and your dad basically called me a slut, and made you cry, which I didn't love, at all. On your birthday no less. So here's their chance to make up for it."

"If it's their turn to make up for it, why are you so nervous?" He kept stealing glances at her rather than the road.

"Because! I don't know. They're your parents. How could I not be nervous?"

"And you're only the second girlfriend of mine they've ever met. First, like, adult one." 

"Why are you telling me this!?" She buried her face in her free hand.

"Would you rather I tell you what you could probably expect?"

"Yes, very much."

"Alright, well, my dad is easy. He's probably gonna think we're some passing fling, even though I don't think that at all," he said intensely while looking into her eyes.

"I know, watch the road," she pushed his shoulder so he'd turn his focus back.

"So he's gonna be real quiet and pretend to be uninterested, but really he's gonna care because...Image. But he can't really not like you because you work crazy hard and you're super smart. So he's probably just gonna think you're too good for me, which you are, but if they see how serious we are, he'll start asking more questions."

"Like?"

"What do you do, who's your family, what do you read, even though he's never even touched a book in his goddamn life."

"That's manageable. What about your mom."

"Hmmm, well," his voice trailed up and he scratched the back of his neck. "She's a little more difficult. See, where my dad thinks a- a fuckin' rock is too good for me, she still has some misplaced hope in me and thinks no one could ever be good enough for me. But she like, disguises it and she'll pretend to be really nice and actually care but really she just wants me to have some 'happy little family' with one of her friends' kids, and end up just like them. They fuckin' hate each other, you can see it in their faces, I don't think they've ever loved each other. And if they have it hasn't been for a long time." She reached back over and put a hand on his thigh. 

"You're not like them, though. You're so...exponentially better."

He hummed in response, "I probably freaked you out with that, huh?"

"No, I mean with your mom trying to secretly sabotage us or whatever before we've had a real conversation, yeah. But the rest, no."

"Not sabotage but…uh yeah kind of. And she like, always, always, finds a way to make something about herself. I'm not really sure when it started, and it could have just always been there, but I first noticed it 'round the same time I noticed my dad never paying attention to her." He finally looked up from their interlaced fingers and at the small clock. "Oh shit, we should hurry. Reservation's at 8."

They rushed into the house and she pulled out three options from her closet. "Which one says 'I'm very serious about dating your son, please don't be mean to me?'"

"I think the blue one," he sat on the edge of her bed while she let him pick an outfit and carefully retouched her eyeliner and mascara.

"You sure?" she said around her lip liner.

"Should I not be?" He asked, worried he picked the wrong one.

"No, not at all. I just want to be sure you really like this one." She held it up against herself.

"Yeah, I like this one."

"Ok, I'll be right back." She'd already shed her shirt before she got to the bathroom.

***

Steve got the door for her and held her purse while she got their jackets, a chill still nipping through the mid May night. He took her hand as they made their way across the parking lot. He held the door open and she stepped inside, taking her purse as she did. Steve flashed his usual friendly smile at the hostess who returned one in kind. The Harringtons were regulars and she always dreaded when they brought Steve because he always looked so...defeated by the end. She was happy he finally walked in with a real smile and a real date.

"Uh, we have reservations I think, Harrington? They might already be here."

"Mhm, you're a few minutes early but right this way, please." She nodded at the clipboard on the stand and led them to their table. Steve stepped aside to give y/n the corner seat and he took the one next to her.

"They're not gonna be mad I took the good seat?" she looked up at him with wide eyes while he put his jacket on the back of his chair.

"They won't get mad at you. You've gotta relax, babe. Worst case, they don't like you, which probably won't happen, but even if it does it doesn't matter 'cause I love you." He pressed a kiss to her temple before straightening out and laying his napkin over one thigh. Then, he set a hand on her leg that wouldn't stop bouncing. 

"Oh, Steve, hello." His mom cooed and they both stood up to greet them. Steve kissed his mom's cheek and shook his dad's hand.

"Hi, dad."

"Steve, care to introduce us to your guest."

"Uh yeah, uh mom, dad, this is my girlfriend y/n."

"Hi, lovely to meet you, for real this time, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington."

"Oh don't worry yourself with that sweetie, Sharon and John is fine."

"Ok, Sharon, John." She shook both of their hands and Mr. Harrington held on to hers.

"I'd um, like to apologize…for my behavior when we last met. I'd just gotten some terrible news that tripled the work I had to do, I hope you can understand."

"Completely." She smiled as best she could even though she was seething inside. How can he blame his own actions like that on a ‘hard day's work?’ He squeezed her hand before they all sat down. Y/n tried to hide wiping her hand on her napkin, it wasn't out of spite or disgust, just sensory issues. And maybe a little spite. Just a little.

A tall, skinny waitress with her hair in a messy bun she'd probably describe as French (but really the French-est thing she's ever done is pronounce Illinois with nwa instead of noy.) She had her overgrown bangs clipped back with rhinestoned barrettes.

Y/n recognized her from school, one of those girls who thought they were special because they had the nicest shoes or tightest dresses at every dance. Y/n would joke that you'd think with all the money they were always bragging about, they might be able to afford a little more than a postage stamp for a dress. And now here she was, taking their orders.

"Good evening, my name is Angelina. I'll be your server tonight, would you like to start with anything to drink besides water?" She looked around the table and half her smile faltered when she looked at y/n but it snapped right back when she looked at Steve.

"I think we'll start with a bottle for the table. What's your finest red?" Mr. Harrington looked up at Angelina and noticed y/n wince out of the corner of his eye. Mrs. Harrington saw it too.

"Something wrong dear?" she asked with fake sincerity.

"Hm? Oh, no I just um I-" She started to crack under their expectant stares.

"She doesn't drink red." Steve reached back down for her hand under the table.

"Really?" Mrs. Harrington's eyes got impossibly large.

"Yeah, just never liked it," the quietest she's been all night.

"You're too young to know what you like. Your finest bordeaux, thank you."

"Anything else? In case you don't like the red?" Angelina and y/n exchanged sympathetic looks.

"Surprise me." Y/n knew she knew what she liked. Neither of their tastes having changed in the last few years.

"Alright, I'll put that right in for you." She smiled and turned but not before giving y/n a quick thumbs up.

They talked about the weather or whatever it is entitled white men want to talk to their son's girlfriend about, until Angelina returned with the wine and a French 75 for y/n.

"Thank you, you're a dream," y/n said as she took the drink from her.

Once the appetizers had been ordered, then the real fun began.

"So, y/n, tell us about your family." Mrs. Harrington asked.

"Oh, well, my mom was an artist but now she's retired and she only does it for fun, not really taking commissions anymore. Unless it's for someone really special. And my sister is getting her degree to be a doctor of Pharmacy. I don't entirely know what my brother-in-law does but he seems to like it and he still has a lot of time for my niece."

"Oh how sweet, how old is she?"

"She'll be 4 in August."

"And how old's your sister?"

Ohhh there it is, the million dollar question. Y/n took a sip a little longer than she should have before she answered. "Old enough to have a four year old, a husband and at least one degree. I forgot to keep track."

They all laughed as she dreaded the impending doom of their next question. For people who pride themselves on being "socialites" they always lack decorum around these kinds of things. Something she's often noticed at too many prep school functions.

"And how about your father?" Of course, Mr. Harrington had to ask.

"What about it?"

"You never mentioned him."

"There's no one to mention. The best way I could explain it is my mom just wanted to do it on her own so she had me and my sister, on her own."

"Hm, a driven woman."

"Mmm very." She held her wine glass for Steve to fill. She took a sip and made a slight grimace but swallowed anyway.  

"And what do you do for work?" Mrs. Harrington looked like she was trying to see into y/n's skull. Y/n looked right back with a sudden surge of confidence, finally realizing that it doesn't matter what they think Steve would still feel the same and so would she. 

"I'm a hairdresser, and whenever I'm not doing that I'm basically a nanny for my niece or ASL interpreter. I just do whatever needs doing."

"What's ASL?" of course, John doesn't know.

"American Sign Language." Both John and Sharon nodded along. "I learned because my brother-in-law's family has a history of genetic hearing loss, so there was a chance of that being passed on to my niece and also just so I could talk to them anyway."

"That's so kind of you. Isn't that so kind John?"

"Very, -" He went to say something else, definitely something rude, but Angelina popped around the corner.

"Are you all ready to order?"

"Yes, I think so," John, self-proclaimed ringleader, "I'll have the beef bourguignon," y/n had to fake choke on her drink to cover her laugh at his abysmal pronunciation and Angelina pretended there was a tickle in her throat. "Hm, and she'll be having the cock oh vine." 

"The coq au vin, excellent."

"John, I never get the coq oh vine here. I always get the soup."

"No, you always get it." Y/n saw Steve close his eyes and rub the contour of where his nose and brow bone meet while taking a long drink. She set her hand back on his thigh and brushed her thumb back and forth. 

"And for you two?"

"I'll have the filet mignon with truffle butter please, thank you." They smiled at each other as she handed back the menu.

"Veal parmesan, please. Thank you."

"Thank you." She winked at y/n with a slight nod to the other side of the room before walking away.

Y/n waited a few more minutes for a lull in conversation to excuse herself.

Angelina stood waiting for her just outside the restroom. She rolled herself off the wall and pushed the door in with her shoulder. "So, how's dinner with the Harrington's?"

"Shouldn't how much I've drunk answer that for you?"

"That bad huh?"

"They're so condescending, to me, to you, to Steve."

"If it's any consolation I think that's the happiest I've ever seen that kid at one of these dinners."

"Really?"

"Mhm, and if it's any more of a consolation I charged him way more than I should have for that god awful wine."

"It's horrible!"

"It's inedible! So many tannins. One glass and I had such a headache."

Once their laughter died down Angelina spoke up again. "I'm sorry."

"Don't- we don't have to do this right now. We don't have to do this at all." Y/n sounded like she was going to leave but when Angelina pulled out the cigarettes from her apron pocket and stood on top of the toilet in the last stall to open the window. 

"Come on, there's perfume in the cabinet," She reached up behind the window to pull out a lighter. "We do this all the time. And if we share it won't be you stealing from me because Mr. Harrington tips enough to buy one."

"One pack?"

"One cigarette. C'mon, up ya go." Y/n hung her purse on the door and Angelina held the cigarette to her lips. She pulled in a puff then blew it out and inhaled through her nose.

"You're so French for a girl from Indiana."

"I actually spent a year and a half in France."

"Really?"

"Mhm, but then after my heart got broken as well as his nose, I came back. That, and I missed my mom too much."

"Well haven't you had fun?"

"And you haven't?"

"Well I didn't go to college but I made as much as it would have cost to go off of other people's essays, then I was like well I gotta do something. So now I cut old ladies' hair and nanny my niece, really really livin' it up."

"But you got a really hot boyfriend."

"I really do, but his parents scare me a little."

"Enough to scare you away?"

"No."

"Good."

The hostess burst through the door and Angelina was about to slam down the window when she asked "Angie, help! Emergency!"

"What?" 

"Oh thank God we have to wear black." She locked the door to the other stall. 

"Either of you have...anything?"

"Aren't there any in the cabinet?"

"You know they don't do shit. Please?"

"I have a tampon?" Y/n offered with the cigarette hanging out the corner of her mouth, no longer caring if the smell got stuck to her hair or if they kept wondering where she was. She dug through her small purse to find it. "Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so. Thank you so much. You're a literal angel. You two friends?" They all just ignored the awkward situation of talking through the bathroom door.

"In a strange sense, a little but I was trying to apologize but she wouldn't let me."

"Oh this is that girl! Hi That Girl, I'm Meg. I think I graduated a few years before you." 

"Hi, I'm y/n. Oh yes, you did! You were my buddy in first grade! And you know about all that?"

"Oh hoho, I know all about all that. Angie really did a number on you didn't she? Broke your heart, stomp on it, the cherry on top being that it was all a lie?"

"Yep, these are all things that did happen and left me with issues that persist to this day. Thank you for reminding me."

"You're very welcome."

"Please, let me apologize." Angelina took the cigarette right out from y/n's lips.

"I don't want you to. I just want to forget it."

"I think you should let her, y/n. She hasn't shut up since you walked in here."

Y/n turned back to her and gestured for her to go ahead. 

"I thought I knew what I wanted but I didn't and I should have been honest about how I felt from the beginning and I should have been a better friend and never a girlfriend. I don't want to blame it on being a dumb kid or a mistake because it wasn't, I should have known better and I did know better. I just wanted you to know that I've grown and I'm not that person anymore and I'll never be them again."

Y/n took a second to absorb her words before she huffed out a little laugh. "How long have you had that planned?"

"4 years."

"If you let me do one thing I'll forgive you."

"Whatever you want."

"Let me shotgun off you one last time." Angelina didn't even take a second to consider it before she took a long drag and stepped up to y/n and held her jaw. She blew it into her mouth and just when the last traces flew up from y/n's lips the door opened at the same time Meg stepped out with one very bloody hand raised so she wouldn't touch anything.

All three of them looked like deer in headlights at Mrs. Harrington. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok, y/n."

"Oh yes, I'm fine I was just catching up with some friends from school."

"Good to hear, the food should be out soon, let's go."

Meg and Angelina tried not to laugh, knowing that she very well had not even gotten the order back to the kitchen. "Oh y/n wait! You still like it medium?"

"Medium, medium rare. And could I get another 75 please? Thank you."

She followed Sharon back to their table like a scolded toddler with really good acting chops at pretending to feel bad. She ran back to get her purse but Meg was already holding it out for her on one finger of her no longer bloody hand. 

"Sorry, I was talking with some friends from high school, we got distracted." She hung her purse back over her chair and fixed her hair. Steve reached over and fixed her necklace since the clasp moved down to the ruby. He left his hand at the back of her neck and played with her hair.

"We were worried for you. You could have been sick."

"Nope, just distracted." Steve made a small motion alluding to smoking to which she nodded subtly. Sharon hummed, probably in disapproval. "We got carried away in conversation is all."

"Well, good thing you're back now and you missed that man's horrid order. Anything over medium is a travesty to steak."

"I know!" In her head y/n added 'finally, something we agree on,' "Every time I hear someone order that a part of me wants to go into the kitchen and ask the chef just to not make it."

"Exactly, if you can't understand that it cooks out all the flavor, you don't deserve a good steak."

"They just don't get it."

***

"Thank you for dinner, I had an amazing time."

"Oh of course dear, we'll have to do it again some time." Mrs. Harrington and both of them gave the same look to their man over the other's shoulder.

Y/n waved to Meg on the way out and raised a 'wait a minute' finger at Angelina.

Once Steve turned the car on to get the heat going she told him to wait. "Why?"

"Did you see how much he tipped?! That was hardly 15 percent of the wine alone. And yeah, I'm a little conflicted because she made my life miserable, and gave me a litany of trust issues that persist to this day, in regards to my relationships. But more about that later. Now, I've decided to forgive her, she apologized in the bathroom. Gave me a cigarette." She pulled a few bills out of her purse, "I'll be so fast." She ran full speed back into the restaurant while he watched.

"Here, I'm sorry he was rude." She quickly kissed her cheek. "I forgive you and I don't know if you remember but all my friends fuckin' ditched me so here's my number."

"Thank you." Angelina put the money and note in her apron pocket. Y/n turned around and smiled then ran just as fast back to the car.

***

Y/n was in her pajamas, uncharacteristically short shorts and a cropped tank top, when she heard a sound from her backyard. She thought it could just be an animal so she went back to stirring her tea and reading. Half a paragraph later she heard it again, closer. She got up from her couch and went into the closet to grab her sword, a gift from her grandma one year, and went to look outside. She heard another sound followed by a voice and a knock. She tensed before she opened the door and she lowered the blade. “Oh good, I thought you were a murderer,” she stepped out of the way to let Steve in.

“Why do you have a sword?! Were you gonna slice me with your sword?!”

“My grandma got it for my birthday one year and nooo I would not have sliced you because I love you too much and also because it’s blunt see,” she ran her finger up and down the side. “Meant for whacking rather than slicing, or bludgeoning actually. Aren’t you cold? Come in.” She pulled him inside by his jacket sleeve.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I was drinking hot tea on my nice warm couch and not expecting any guests. Not that you’re unwelcome. Sit down, d’you want any tea?”

“Uh yeah what kind?”

“I have a lot, come look.” He stood right behind her and looked at everything from over her shoulder.

"Is the chamomile good?"

"Mhm, you want that one?"

"Sure." She reached way up to get it but he put a hand on her waist and reached over her head to get it. Her breath caught in her chest when he handed it to her.

"Thank you," She quickly turned away to the electric kettle, embarrassed at how weak her voice came out and trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

He leaned his hip against the counter with his arms crossed, watching how she focused on filling the water and measuring the perfect amount of loose tea. "You haven't asked why I'm here."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know, but you can stay as long as you want. There's some clothes of yours in my room."

She kept looking at the kettle, waiting for the switch to flick back up. He wrapped an arm around her waist and turned her into himself. "D'you wanna stay?" she asked into his neck, running her hands up and down his back. 

He only nodded in response, "I'm so tired but I missed you."

"I missed you too. But usually you can make it through a whole night."

"I know, but I felt bad about dinner."

"It went better than I thought it was going to."

"Yeah, I guess. But you weren't there when they started comin at me." She pulled back but kept her hands on his waist.

"What'd they say?"

"My dad was saying I need to 'look at my life' and the people I spend my time with. So we were five seconds from 'You could have come to work for me, but you couldn't even get into tech.' Before my mom was like 'I'm gonna go find y/n.' As if she wasn't just like 'I think maybe you're rushing into things Steve.'" They both ignored the kettle and kept holding each other.

"Ok, well ignoring your freakishly good impression of your parents. You know they're wrong, right?"

"I know, but at the same time I think they could be right. Not my mom though! She's definitely wrong about you."

"Oh, good. But still, I understand. It's hard to ignore what you've been told for so long." He nodded and neither of them said anything else about it for the night.

They had their tea and watched a rerun and a half of Cheers before Steve fell half asleep and all onto y/n.

"Steve?"

"Hm."

"You gotta get up. You're gonna fuck up your back if you sleep like this." He sat back up and when she stood to put the mugs in the sink he made grabby hands at her.

"So tired."

"I know, come on." She held out a hand for him to grab and turned around so his arms were over her shoulders and she led him to bed.

"Good night, I love you." She traced a finger down his nose and he scrunched up his face.

"I love you."

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Thank you so much for reading and your continued support, this is my favorite thing i've ever written and i love it so much so it makes me so happy to see you all enjoy it <3<3<3

[canidkid]

Number 9 for the self ship agere ask game! ^^

HEHE THIS IS SO OBSCURE OKAY!! /vpos

Ok so- a long time fav of mine has been Trevor Lefkowitz from CBS Ghosts!

Context ->

The time we spend together is pre-canon! So he hasn't yet ended up as a ghost at woodstone. He's just,,, Trevor! And it's like the 90s!

<- pls ignore the way the flags r sitting Tumblr is so broken for me I literally cannot fix it

🪐 🌱 🌻

As a CG...🫧

He is such a classic dad I SWEAR TO YOU omg..I can't do anything without being called a silly little name !!

And he loves showing me how strong he is all the time (usually fails) by picking me up an trying to toss me on furniture or something. Like, pa, we are physically the same height. That is not happening.

Does not know things..in the kitchen. He's lucky I always always am able to make myself food otherwise I would be living off nothing but cereal and apple slices. (I'm being mean he actually does make some banger stuff but... I wouldn't consider most of it real food)

Big on PDA (save me) we cannot be together anywhere ever. Because he's either grabbing my hands or putting his hands on my shoulders or back or MY HEAD???? I can't style my hair because he'll mess it back up over the course of the day!!

I will say....I enjoy..........the kissies....

BED TIMES ARE SUPREEEEEMEEEEEEEE!!!!! He'll let me lay on him while he reads stories or tells me about his own life (it gets wild) and he makes sure to keep his tone nice and low and even and HFSNSFJ he's so warm?? Like a human space heater?? - and if I'm being a little menace about going to sleep we make my plushies fight in a boxing match...if mine wins I get an extra 5 minutes before he leaves >:]] stonks...

I call him "dad", "pa" or "daddy" ! He's one of the only people actually allowed to refer to me by feminine terms. He's such a girl dad how could I not let him princess me tbh?? "Princess" is one nickname he likes for me but it's so many all over the place,, some of them just turn into a complete jumble. "Kitty" "kittycat" "kittygirl" "prettykitty" (idk why he likes calling me kitty I am quite literally a dog therian?????) But also stuff "squirt" "goober" "tiger" !! I'm still waiting for him to come up with his own trademark obscure dad nickname...time will tell.....

As a regressor....🧃

-> This is usually set during his college years!

He...is....tired..he comes to my room wholly unannounced at ungodly hours of the night, usually after some big frat party. Things depend on what went down there - some nights I can barely get him undressed before he just crashes in my bed.

Small. Sometimes not,, but usually. He's pretty insecure of how much support he actually needs sometimes - wants to be independent and big but it's just not gonna happen. Especially when he's overtired I need to be a bit sneaky with helping, otherwise we risk some tears. I'd place him at maybe 3-5?? Just in that space where a kiddo wants to try being a little person for the first time.

He really likes super heroes! Spiderman is his favorite. Anything Spiderman themed he's gonna absolutely beg me for. Doesn't matter if it's clothes, toys, comics....etc. we're busting out the puppy eyes. And he is GOOD at the puppy eyes. The amount of money I've dropped on him is unholy!

Cuddly. It doesn't matter if he's my pa, my boyfriend or my little bug...he needs to be touching me at all times. He'll take any excuse too - like crossing the street - I don't even have to ask for his hand, it just magically appears in mine! We're in proximity of a couch? We're on it. Actually, no. I'm on the couch, he's on me!

Very cute nicknames. For such a big little dude - he's called such soft things. "Bunny" "puppy" "dove" "babydoll" "angel"...I gear toward those when he's younger (which is most of the time) but when he's in an older headspace I straight up just call him "dude" or variations of "little man" HEHEH

Puppy regressor!! Black lab specifically! His favorite things are head scratchies and fetch! I'm not kidding with fetch. He'll bring me any random objects and try to get me to throw them. I've had to take flip flops out of his mouth. - One thing he does when pup regressed is just chill at my feet and I love it. He's so content to just quietly stick to my side while I work on stuff or relax. I actually got a dog bed to put under my desk for that exact reason!

That's all I'm gonna put in this post for now!! Cause I don't wanna make it too too long PFF--

I'm so bummed about the images being BROKEN but I can always edit my posts when they're fixed >:[[[

[alotsgonnachange]

Ki Bio:

Name: Kiyoung Kim

DOB: February 27th / Pisces

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/They

Height: 5’8

Sexuality: Gay

Favorite food: Kimchi jjigae and Yeongeun Jorim, any alcoholic drink where you can’t taste the alcohol

Magical Specialties: Medium (communication with spirits and ghosts)

Familiar: A tiny white dragon named Egg

MBTI: INFP-T

Patron Arcana: The Moon

Ethnicity: Small nation very far from Vesuvia that is very cold most of the year reminiscent of Korea

Family: A twin sister named Jiyoung, 3 older sisters, mother, father, paternal grandfather, maternal grandmother, 2 nieces

Occupation: Court Musician - Guitar and Piano primarily. likes ensemble more than solo. Great singer but veeery shy.

Hobbies: playing guitar, composing, reading, shopping

Love Interest: Asra

Personality

Kiyoung is a perceptive and witty magician. To most he comes off as a bit anxious and shy, which he is. Once you get past that, he’s eager, forthcoming and empathetic. He is very kind and likes to believe people have good intentions. He enjoys music and learning musical instruments. He prefers to work more in the background so as to not draw attention to himself. With his friends, he’s actually very talkative, silly and goofy. He’s prone to anxiety and may tense up or feel attacked when put into frightening situations. Prone to self sabotage and low self esteem at his worst.

Magic detail:

Ki specializes in psychic magic - largely in that he is able to communicate with spirits and the dead. This is a hereditary trait that causes him quite a bit of anxiety, but once he’s old enough it’s manageable. These experiences often manifest as having a conversation with someone and then turning around and suddenly they’re gone, horrid headaches going near cemeteries, and sometimes being able to tell when someone’s death is imminent, or if they have recently experienced loss. Doesn’t enjoy being a practicing medium (intentionally contacting spirits of the deceased) but will do it in extreme circumstances.

Height and Appearance:

Ki is about 5’9. He is just a bit tan with freckles over his cheeks. He has dark brown eyes and hooded lids. He has a strong jawline. His ears have several piercings (4 on the right, 3 on the left). He has a septum piercing and a nostril ring. The septum is a closed ring and all jewelry is silver except the lobes which can vary. He is very lean but has a small amount of musculature. He has silver nipple piercings as well but few people know about that. His hair can vary, when its long he might tie it in a messy bun in the back. he might do an undercut and keep the top long. those are the most likely variations. he has bangs that are usually at least a bit in his face.

Very modest and tends to be fully covered. Prefers baggy dark colored and layered outfits. Generally wearing pants, either loose and comfortable (sometimes overalls) or formal. Will sometimes wear a straw hat if he has a bad hair day. Do not expect colors other than black and tan and dark blues.

Abridged Backstory:

Kiyoung Kim was born to a large family of Nobility in his home country. With 3 elder sisters and a twin sister, all of whom were immensely talented and raised in a high expectation household, it was not easy to be the youngest (he’s a twin but he came out last so they treated him like a baby). He developed anxiety from a young age which didn’t help when he was obligated to learn many arts and trades in order to be a well rounded nobleman in his country. Raised in a chaotic family dynamic with his sisters fighting his parents or each other, he was still very loved and cared for. At a certain age each of his siblings would spend a few years in a finishing school before truly entering adulthood, but he suffered with the expectations and didn’t do well. He never felt like he was good at many things despite excelling at music, but when two of his sisters were already world renowned performers, he felt inadequate in their shadows.

He was always closest to Jiyoung, his twin sister, with whom he shares a tight bond. When they were young they were gifted with their familiars, 2 tiny dragons, one white and one black. Ironically the white one went to Kiyoung and the Black to Jiyoung (despite black being Ki’s favorite color). They did not hatch from their eggs for several years, having been an exceedingly rare and unstudied breed. Once they did, Kiyoung would have a hyperactive but loyal tiny white dragon named Egg who would often curl into a ball or hide in his shirt.

He spent barely a year living out the life of nobility he was destined for before he decided he hated it and told his parents he wanted to travel far away from his country and explore the world and bring back information from cultures they were unfamiliar with. He grew up extremely isolated and wanted to take a leap of faith and escape his responsibilities and randomly found Vesuvia on an old map, deciding to start a new life with no expectations.

As a Friend: Surprisingly talkative and bubbly and takes great interest in their friends’ activities and interests. Inquisitive and curious during conversations, especially if speaking to a friend with a different background. Supportive and also there to provide a good laugh from time to time. Definitely needs friends that can push them out of their comfort zone but also can make them feel comfortable due to their anxiety. Goes really well with people who also like quiet activities and tend to be more introverted.

As a Lover: Classic water sign placement behavior. In the honeymoon stage they are quite clingy - very physically affectionate. He loves hooking arms together in public and walking around and shopping. He’s just really easily excitable and silly in a relationship - starts forgetting to tie his shoes or locking doors … down bad. Very complimentary towards lovers as well. Likes people who have a calm or mysterious demeanor. Their ideal partner is probably a fictional vampire who dresses crazy and wants to drink their blood…but that’s neither here nor there! But definitely attracted to musical types or people who are unique/quirky.

Sexually likes to take things slow. Pretty much submissive all the way around and down to try a lot. Is fine with a more or less experienced partner and is perfectly happy with either someone who’s more vanilla and with someone who is Very Kinky. Please order them around. Also like people who have really sexy voices as a bonus.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

It’s always been really disappointing to me how Bakugo’s development turned out and how Class 1-A were portrayed - like, UA is the best hero school in the country and probably one of the best in the world, so how is some random bully from a no-name middle school as powerful as kids who have literally been training their whole lives to be heroes?

So: AU where literally everyone in Class 1-A is stronger than Bakugo. Maybe sans Izuku at first who’s still getting used to his quirk, but everyone else is. Plus, his personality means that many people would avoid him like they would realistically because no one would actually like this bitch irl. Bakugo suddenly has to deal with being at the bottom of the food chain, alone, and the weakest in his class while Izuku, the kid he called worthless scum for years, gets his own group of friends, grows into his own, and gets stronger.

Class 1-A, by rank:

1) Shouto Todoroki. I see no issue with Shouto being top of the class especially at first. He was brutally trained by the N2 hero his whole life after all - he’d have to be powerful just to survive, and he was training since five years old at least. Academically he maybe weaker than the other top three, but imo his skill would make up for it. Keep in mind this would be at the start, so I think some of the other students could grow to match him, Yaoyorozu specifically, but at the start he’s probably the strongest. 2) Momo Yaoyorozu. It was a close tie between her and Iida but I think the versatility of her quirk and her strategical skills, which should be showcased more from the start, put her above him at least at first. I don’t think she comes from a hero family the way the other two do, but certainly one rich enough to pay for extensive training and her quirk is very powerful. Plus, she’s probably one of if not the academically strongest in the class. 3) Tenya Iida. He comes from a hero family where it’s canon both his parents and brother are or were high-ranking heroes, and he’s intelligent and dedicated enough to have high scores academically. The training he’s probably received from a young age, though far from as brutal as Shouto’s, would give him an advantage, plus his quirk is very useful in a lot of different situations. His exposure to heroes and skills mean he’s probably at the top as well.

After these three I doubt anyone else had families who could train them, so they would probably have to train their own quirks or take like preparation courses for Hero schools, which I’m guessing exist here, or some variation of them. Regardless, this means any training they did was likely not observed or helped by Pros.

4) Mezo Shouji. Looking over the Quirk Apprehension Test and Midterms rankings, he’s ranked pretty high in both (#6 in Quirk Apprehension and #8 in midterms), and that probably means he’s good academically. He’s got a powerful quirk that’s useful in a variety of situations and, from what little screentime he has, seems to react quickly enough. We don’t actually know much about him but based on the balance between his academics and skills I think he’s a good choice for ranking high. Unlike the top three, I doubt anyone else had hero training from a young age, anyway. 5) Fumikage Tokoyami. I feel like this one was a bit of a given. He’s only #14 in midterms but his quirk is pretty powerful and having a whole other entity to talk to in situations is probably very useful - not to mention how hard Dark Shadow was to restrain when the villains attacked. Like, his quirk is probably one of the most powerful, even if he finds it harder to control. 6) Tsuyu Asui. She ranks #6 on midterms meaning she’s good academically - and this is behind Momo, Tenya, and Shouto, who all have rich families who trained them for heroics from a young age, plot-armor God Bakugo, and analyst Izuku Midoriya - and even though her rank on the Quirk Apprehension test is low I can’t really see why. She’s got an extremely useful and versatile quirk and is a generally pretty hardworking person. Plus, she’s pretty level headed and intelligent, which would provide an advantage over many literal teenagers as they all are in combat situations. 7) Koda Kouji. He’s pretty in the middle on both Quirk Apprehension and Midterms, at #11 on both, but honestly his quirk is pretty damned terrifying. Imagine of he’d been more sinister when he called all those bugs to attack Present Mic - like this guy is no joke tbh. I think his timidness would hinder him, but he’s decent enough in academics it wouldn’t drag him down too much like it would others who would otherwise be higher. Plus his quirk is one of the easiest to train by himself - his main hurdles would be his own self doubt here, which gives him a pretty huge advantage. 8) Mashairo Ojirou. Honestly, he’s ranked high (#7 in Quirk Apprehension and #8 in Midterms), which surprised me given how kind of boring his quirk is. Though his combat skills outside of that might make up for it. I was debating putting him this high, but he likely trained very hard to make for his less versatile quirk and seems to do well academically. All in all, I’m not sure, but I don’t see much reason to... not have him high? Feel free to disagree. 9) Kyouka Jirou. She ranks #7 in Midterms meaning she’s obviously good academically and despite how low she ranks in Quirk Apprehension, she’s actually been shown to be pretty powerful throughout the series. Her quirk has a lot of applications and her soundwaves are pretty useful, plus when she does fight she seems pretty good at knowing other’s (Denki’s) strengths and using them if not in the best ways then at least in a beneficial way. She’s resourceful and honestly, with a bit more training before the start of the series, she could have been one of the more skilled members of the class, so that’s what I’m giving her. 10) Ochako Uraraka. I really wanted to put my girl higher but I figured this was pretty realistic. Her quirk is very useful and could easily be one of the most terrifying ones, so in a world where she maybe had more endurance with it at the start of maybe an opposite application (like, as well as making stuff Zero Gravity she also like... increases the gravity ig), I can see her ranking high enough to balance out her lower academic scores (she ranks #13 on Midterms which isn’t bad), but probably still lower than some of the others. 11) Eijirou Kirishima. He ranks #15 on Midterms and #8 on Quirk Apprehension, which means he’s probably not as strong academically though not enough to impact his score too much. His main issue I see is he may have started training a bit later, or stopped from a period of time, due to his self confidence issues, while in my mind the kids in 1-A either came form hero families, attended some sort of preparation thing, or worked their asses off (Ochako) to get good enough to get to one of the best hero schools in the country, so it’s less he’s not powerful and more that I think they’d all be very skilled. 12) Rikido Satou. He’s ranked #12 both in Quirk Apprehension and Midterms and his quirk is decent, if not the most versatile. Tbh I just don’t think his academics or quirk scores would be high enough to help or hinder him much. 13) Hanta Sero. He’s not ranked high in Midterms (#17) or in Quirk Apprehension (#15), so I wasn’t as sure where to put him. He’s got a pretty useful quirk and probably would rank higher in that than a few of his high ranked classmates but his academic score would hinder him a bit. 14) Mina Ashido. She ranks #9 in Quirk Apprehension and her quirk is very powerful, so it’s obvious where she’d get her points from, but she’s also one of the lowest ranked academically. I can definitely see her training her quirk but it’s also seeming harder for her to control, so she might lose some there. All in all I can see her doing well in quirks but maybe having a harder time manipulating her acid, at least at first; it’s her academic scores that drag her down. 15) Tooru Hagakure. Same as Sero she’s ranked low on both Quirk Apprehension (#18) and Midterms (#16), so I really can’t put her much higher. Her quirk is definitely very useful, so that would get her points, but all in all I don’t think I can put her much higher. 16) Denki Kaminari. A bit of a more extreme Mina case. Again, all the kids are much stronger than in canon, so Denki probably has much more control over his quirk here, but there’s still the fact of how hard it is for him to manipulate and control. Plus his academic scores are literally at the bottom of the class, which would probably really hurt him. Even when everyone is stronger I still think he’d have less of a handle on his quirk than everyone else and his academic weakness would probably hurt him. Plus his Whey Mode is a pretty big disadvantage on combat. 17) Izuku Midoriya. I absolutely think Broccoli Boi was one of the stronger ones academically - given how high he ranks in Midterms (#4, higher than Shouto), you can definitely say that would be a strength. But he, at this point, still breaks his bones every time he uses One for All, which would be a massive disadvantage and shows a lack of control and mastery many of the others at this point, given they’d all trained more than in canon, may have less of. He has the advantage of having All Might as a teacher but even that can’t make up for his lack of experience. 18) Yuuga Aoyama. Similarly to Izuku is quirk just isn’t compatible with his body, which gives him a pretty big disadvantage. He also doesn’t even have All Might as a teacher to help him, so he’s not even got that advantage, and he’s ranked #18 in Midterms so his academic scores probably aren’t high enough to salvage it either. 19) Minoru Mineta. Fucking perverted grape baby. This ranking probably isn’t even accurate but I hate him so much I’m putting him here. 20) Katsuki Bakugo. Yep, I meant is when I said everyone in this AU - even Mineta - is stronger than him. Katsuki’s a rich boy from a family who probably didn’t get him hero training and who spent all his time bullying quirkless kids (cough Midoriya cough). I doubt he trained much with it - you see all these headcanons about how he did but there’s like zero evidence of that. His academic scores were probably high but given his arrogance I don’t doubt he walked in thinking the test would be easy and lost points in certain areas. Basically he needs to be taken down a peg and being a privilaged kid from a no-name school would not give him the resources to be better than kids who have been training their whole lives and have more incentive than ‘Deku pushed me into a river’. Plus he probably lost points for attacking teachers and students. Basically his attitude cost him being higher because he needs the development.

If you have any corrections then let me know, I wasn’t sure about a few of these. Ik Bakugo’s doesn’t have much reasoning but the plot armor he has in canon means finding reasons he’d fail is harder.

[gloryofluv]

"Oh Baby!" Time Traveling Child? The Younger Brothers React to It Being Their Child.

The rain was absolutely horrendous so seeing a demonic version of yourself completely soaked and coddling a bundle was hard enough as it was. What the fuck? This probably is bad.

“Here! Please, I don’t have time! Take the baby, [Insert name] is the father! I’m sorry, I have to go!”

Future self. Time travel. Giant mess. Now… a toddler.

The Older Brothers with Their Child

The Dateables with Their Child (Luke's reaction to Simeon's)

Satan’s Child-

Oh, brother. If anyone, and I mean anyone, was any more excited to be a dad, it was this boi. You explain the oddity, and it doesn’t phase him on the surface, at least. Inside, his brain is moving a mile a minute. Doesn’t spew about the concept of time and reality theories. He clearly sees you’re overwhelmed.

Dad mode shifts into high gear. Creates a twelve-point plan with variances. Immediately gets on the horn with all the contacts he thinks could make both your lives easier to request returns on favors. Orders a vast amount of parenting books for pickup from the shop so he can just grab them when he runs into town for both of you.

Knows his room is definitely not the safest for the child. Books everywhere. Insistent on staying with you in yours until he organizes his room to be more child-friendly. Only leaves you two for a short period to do the shopping, comes back with more than intended.

Refuses. REFUSES Lucifer’s help. Suck it, bitch. He’s a dad first! He’s absolutely determined to master being a father even if his child grates his nerves. However, being angry with either of you is NEVER an option now. Moderate to coach, but willing to listen, especially since you’re the other parent.

Magic? Oh, yes. Especially in his room once it’s prepared for all three of you to move back into it. Cat stuffed animals. Cat-eared onesies. The child might as well be part cat. However, cats are now officially replaced as his favorite. His child is number one. You’re a very, very close second.

His child will have tantrums but be highly intelligent. Picture books, kitty cats, and his papa are the only things that quell them. Oh, and please, for the love of everything sane… be sure to have patience. That baby is going to be a master manipulator and Lucifer torturer. However, father and child will love you infallibly for eternity.

Asmodeus’s Child-

Dun, dun, dun! Plot twist! He’s so on board, and honey, you’re just the ticket for his partner in crime. Really doesn’t care how it happened after you said it was most definitely both of yours. A demon you from the future? Okay! Promises. Promises!

Probably the easiest of the brothers to convince to let you stay in your own room. Not because he doesn’t love you. No, it’s all about space! You and the baby will have your bedroom completely redecorated! Don’t even think you’re getting out of having him stay with you or having a crib in his room for nights you’re up there!

Already has a giant shopping list. Ordered and special ordered, babe. No child of his will walk around in semi-cute things! Doesn’t have a gender preference, so expect both dresses and handsome onesies. Googoo gaga for clothing. You will be pampered as well, so you best get used to trio sessions with him painting your nails while rocking his little cutie in their bouncing chair.

Super excited to take this next step. You’re officially never leaving him! Sorry, Solomon, you have replaced him indefinitely now, both of you. Just celebratory and giggly all the time, often asking his brothers to hold the baby so he can take tons of pictures. All the pictures. All the time.

A little grossed out about the changing and boogers but will do it for you and the little beautiful 'Mini Asmo.' Bath time is the best. Cuddle time, you guessed it, is the best. Everything the three of you do together is the best moment of his life, and it gets better and better. Lessons of life will be showered in sweet tips to his child. Beautiful is about living it, baby!

His baby will be a charmer, the sweetie demon who everyone falls in love with immediately. Or… he will make them. Expect your family to be chaotic in the best way. High fashion family with tons of love.

Beelzebub’s Child-

Sweet boi doesn’t get it at first. You, him, a baby? How? Lucifer specifically said that demons have to have sex to make them. Oh, this is a future thing? Wait, you both had sex? In the future?

Cue bright blush and a smile as he rubs the back of his neck. Well. Now what? Immediately asks Lucifer. Not because he’s dumb, but he really really doesn’t want to mess this up. Lucifer sits you both down and carefully designs a plan. He will follow this plan to the letter, with no variation unless you ask for it.

Very quick to hold the baby. It’s so small and definitely needs protecting. Nestled in his sweater, he’ll take it around the house while following this plan. Obviously, you can’t move in with him and Belphie, so he moves around your room with you before reluctantly leaving you and the baby behind to go shopping.

Calls Satan while out. Asks about the books he needs. What food should he buy? If Satan doesn’t have an answer, he’ll call Lucifer. Very much a concerned boi about getting this right for you and the baby. Will return home with too much food, many books, and clothing he wasn’t sure about but got it anyway.

You will have to take the lead on care. Show him. Teach him. Love him, please??? He won’t push, shove, or complain about what space you might need with this dramatic change. Just wants to be there with you and support you and the baby so badly.

Ends up sleeping in your room every night. If the baby is crying late, he’ll get up, get it a bottle, and himself a midnight snack. Talks to the baby all the time about you. He is just so happy and enraptured because he knows now you really are family, the three of you. Won’t ever yell, but will listen if you say certain rules your baby needs to follow. Strict on the routine for your sake. Great gentle dad.

His child will be sweet and gentle and likely always hungry. However, the easiest baby to care for and love. A big demon fan of yours and papa is in full support (you’ll always be protected then by him and the baby.) The sweetest, most natural family, full of love, and of course food.

Belphegor’s Child-

If you can manage to wake him. Telling him is a different type of adventure. He understands about realities, shifts in time, etc. He even gets the possibility of you being corrupted enough to become a demon. However, the child in your arms… his?

He had dreams about you being a happy family one day. Not that he wanted to be a father, per se. However, the idea of sticking it to Lucifer was there. This. Well… He wasn’t expecting it at all.

The conversation was easily a partnership about a plan. He would stay with you in your room; however, he apologized ahead of time for his lack of care. He worries about his sleepiness and affecting you and the baby. Things are ordered, items are built in record time.

The first cuddle sleep session between him and his baby is the seal of the deal. From then on, you're fucked if you think you’re going to pry that baby from his hands. Surprisingly alert about when it wakes up or needs something. (Stay at home dad??? Yep!)

He is actually less sleepy and more of an equal participant in both your lives. Shouldering much of the burden for you while letting you get precious hours of sleep at night. He carries the baby in his sweater with his pillow pressed under it. Loves hard. Really hard. This is both of your child, and he’s so fucking proud.

I repeat. You really have to pry your child from him. He is in full dad mode when he’s awake. Trips to the Planetarium, the attic, out in the garden with Beel. All the things his child needs to learn and know… yes, including all the dastardly plans he has in store for Lucifer.

Pushover for his child. Makes you be the bad guy. Often. Too much in love with both of you to give two shits about if his spawn is spoiled rotten, so does it all the time… to your greatest detriment. However, he makes it up with sweet kisses and so much love.

His child is probably the most devious. Not quite as sleepy as papa, but definitely devious. Finds ways to con Lucifer into letting them have their way and knows how often. Proud papa with so much love for the two of you. Don’t expect to ever leave their side… you’ll never be alone again, that’s for sure!

[pelman]

Give me one fun fact of each of your interpretations of the G&W characters

oh fuck tony i love u /p

uhmm fuck this is hard to choose. uh. im doing as many as i can come up with

GaW: real name is Gamen Watch. Gamen is pronounced kind of like how people pronounce Gaben. he makes music. it is literally this accounts content. in his mid 20s so he feels really really weird when people call him "mister" and act like hes older than he is. adoptive brother of the right judge. can freely shapeshift with little to no limitations, as is shown in both rhythm heaven and smash ultimate. very gay, possibly polyamorous. also actually my husband.

Vermin: real name is Vernon Kasperski. can also shapeshift- something which is held alongside his brother- but to a lesser degree than GaW. has numbers on his feet like his brother, like this comic i did shows. has been absurdly tall since about 16 years old, when he had a massive growth spurt. has lightning powers. has a giant soft spot for marcus since theyve been best friends for 11 years as of present day. can drive, but isnt very trustworthy with it because he road rages and also can barely fit in a car. occasionally hits his head on doorframes. probably listens to nu-metal or something. also gay, but caedsexual because of stuff that happened when he was ~8 years old.

Flagman: real name is Carson Kasperski. can shapeshift too, as is shown in the comic above. is not actually a pirate; he calls himself a "treasure hunter" but really he just scavenges old shipwrecks for possibly-valuables, refurbishes them, and then sells them off. is friends with the divers and calls him his "crew" because its part of the bit. makes jokes about his foot numbers being representative of rule 34 because hes funny sillay like that. has powers of psychic manipulation and suggestion. has a very good memory but is also impenetrably stupid so he gets confused a lot. is 5 years older than vernon and uses this as an excuse to affectionately "bully" him sometimes. bisexual and generally male but doesnt care about pronouns

Stanley: full name is Stanley Fairley. was raised basically-catholic so has a lot of hangups about a lot of things. doesnt actually like killing bugs so his sprayer just incapacitates them instead. has a very strong green thumb and cultivates plants by himself. could drive if he wanted to, but bikes everywhere instead. twink. greatly enjoys jazz and basically all of its variations and is actually pretty good at singing, but doesnt do it a lot. would probably be considered more of an alto than a tenor. very very gay for his boyfriend chief.

Chef: real name is Chief Manson. loves cats, and owns a cat named Brisket that he keeps in his food establishment away from the food itself. lets people pet Brisket as long as they are gentle. got the symbol for capsaicin tattooed on his left arm as a joke on being "hot-headed." would probably give cooking lessons if he were any good as a teacher. can drive. is trans (post-top surgery, non-bottom surgery) and very very gay for his boyfriend stanley.

Manhole: real name is Manny O'Connor. had their name legally changed to manny, which is not short for anything. is incredibly perceptive and can immediately pick up on peoples' emotions, but enjoys being very chaotic and silly as a mode of self expression. is incredibly physically powerful and, if they had the element of surprise, could probably actually beat vernon in a fight, which is extremely rare. hates getting wet. gets wet very frequently because of their job. is probably one of the only people physically capable of doing their job. no thoughts gender empty and pansexual.

Oil Panic: real name is Marcus Hermoso. absolutely annoying and pretty stupid but also capable of real emotional sensitivity and is 100% a big brother type. highly compassionate and affectionate if you get to know him. is very good at making friends despite his tendency to be an annoyance. has bad knees because of all of the running around he does at his job. moved out at 18 and took his younger brother with him because his parents were neglectful as hell. can drive, but dear lord, please do not trust him to do it. music taste overlaps incredibly closely with mannys and basically just boils down to "loud, fast, intense electronica." has pretty great endurance despite the fact that the cartilage in his knees is basically gone. bisexual.

Rainshower: real name is Míchael Hermoso. the accent is very important to his name. generally annoyed at the fact that most people say "miguel" and not "míchael." youngest person in the au by far. (14 years old in "present day") doesnt go to public school because marcus is gone all day, so they get tutored while they take care of the house. doesnt actually mind this arrangement very much. more passionate about sports than he might initially look. generally male but doesnt actually know what their thing is so they flip-flop between gender and no gender.

Left Judge: real name is Chen Teller. yes these are different people. very autistic and very introverted. generally quite lucky. special interest is plushies and textile work. custom-makes its own plushes and sells custom-made close-to-seamless clothes made specifically for autistic people online. hates being touched and the sensation of things rubbing against its skin. does not get enough sleep and tends to ignore bodily sensations quite a bit. likes quite a bit of music ranging between orchestral to deconstructed club-type stuff, though it all has to be pretty gentle. is "gender ambivalent," but uses it pronouns because it likes to feel detached from its own personhood. very weird about attraction.

Right Judge: real name is Barrett Riley. probably the only neurotypical person in the entire au. also the only cishet, though the "het" part is pretty ambigous. works an office job by day. not typically very lucky but is jovial about it so he doesnt mind. can drive and is actually one of the better people to trust with driving you around. generally very friendly and accommodating. adoptive brother to GaW. helps around the area of Flat Zone they live in because they want to. probably does yoga. also is probably a vegetarian. is kind of annoyingly positive to many people. cis dude but primarily uses they/them around other people because he likes to copy chen.

anyways ty for asking there u go

[sinnamonrolle]

Headcanons: Endearments [Obey Me!]

❀  gender neutral  ❀

! slight spoilers for Belphegor and Solomon !

I was thinking about this for a while, and I really want to share it with everyone else too.

These are gender neutral terms of endearment! And no matter how big you might be, you'll always be their lovely little human being ;)

Here are my headcanons for the terms of endearment from all 12 characters, including my reasoning for them! I had fun thinking about them.

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer

"Vesper", with variations such as "little Vesper" or "my little Vesper"

Lucifer means "Morning Star", and so after some digging online, there's actually a name for the "Evening Star'' as well, which is Vesper. Lucifer and Vesper both refer to the planet Venus, and so the reasoning behind why Lucifer would call you "Vesper'' is because he sees you as his other half, the other side of him. Together, you and him make up the brightest star in the sky.

I suppose it is more of a nickname than a term of endearment, but it's all the same. It's filled with love and adoration for you! No matter the time or place, he will always call you "Vesper" because it is also how he shows his pride in you, but he uses "darling" just as much. Leave it to him to call you his "darling Vesper."

Mammon

"Fortune", "little fortune", "my little fortune"

When you hear Mammon, of course you will think about money and physical possessions. The word "fortune" can be understood as related to the amount of owned assets, but also related to luck, chance, and destiny. So, to Mammon, you are his everything—his human, his wealth, his future. You are priceless in every way, and he’s so lucky, so fortunate to have you.

The endearment “little fortune” comes about accidentally. Mammon blurts it out one day, and he hurries to correct himself because “wait, wait, wait, I didn’t mean little fortune as in the amount because ya ain’t small at all. You’re really big—agh, that’s not what I mean! It sounds cute, okay! Little or big, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever spend you.”

Leviathan

“Pearl”, “Henry”

I think we all know where “Henry” comes from, but what about “pearl”? Firstly, pearls are from the sea, which Leviathan is strongly related with. Leviathan himself has reptilian features—his snake-like tail, his birthmarks that resemble scales, his coral-like horns—in fact, Leviathan is known as a sea serpent. Pearls are treasures of the sea, and they are extremely beautiful as well. But there is also another connection you can make, this time with East Asian mythology. In East Asian mythology, dragons are often related to the sea, even residing in them. They are long, serpentine, wingless, but they still have two arms and two legs. They also are often depicted with a pearl, and this pearl is very, very important to the dragon. Seeing as Obey Me is a Japanese game, I think connecting Levi with an East Asian dragon isn’t too big of a stretch. Actually, there are many similarities, but there’s no need to dig into it today.

You know how Leviathan is. It will take Levi a long time before he begins using terms of endearment with you because of his insecurity. However, once he feels confident enough in using them, he’s super dramatic (and low-key romantic) with them. He’s watched enough anime and played enough games to know many terms, but is he able to use them? It’ll depend on how comfortable and confident he feels.

Satan

“Precious”, “beloved”, (and of course) “kitten”

Satan is extremely well read. This means that his arsenal is particularly wide. “Kitten” is a term that many of us may find familiar, and understandably so. We all know Satan’s love for cats. But I think Satan, as a being who is born from emotions, is more sensitive to them than others, and they make up an important part of him. Which is why, despite his large arsenal of endearments, he uses the “simpler” ones, but the ones that he does use, there’s a lot of emotions behind them. You are simply precious to him, and the most befitting endearment for it would be “precious”. There is nothing sweeter than a pure “beloved” filled only with love for you.

Asmodeus

“Treasure”, “jewel”, “my love”

If Asmo is the jewel of heaven, then you are the “treasure” of his life. You are as beautiful as a “jewel”, and you reflect the light like a “jewel” as well. The love they show you is reflected back twice as strong. For Asmo, his endearments for you don't come from the physical value behind them. In fact, Asmo himself doesn’t care for treasures or jewels, but out of them all, you are his “treasure”, his “jewel”, his “love”. He puts you equivalent (or maybe even higher) than himself, and he wants to show it to you not only through actions, but words as well.

Beelzebub

“Pudding” (and perhaps, other cute food endearments)

We all know how much Beel loves food, and we all know how much Beel loves his family, and so it’s almost obvious why Beel calls you “pudding.” As a human, you are squishy, squishier than demons, and you are also delicious looking. You smell good, you look good, and the comfort that food brings to Beel is equivalent if not greater than how you soothe and comfort him.

Although, while Beel loves calling you cute endearments, it makes him hungry, so he has to hold back on them. I guess that means more endearments when he’s full, but when he has to cope with his hunger and there’s no food around, Beel calls you by a wonderful amount of endearments. You do have to be careful though! He might decide to sample you. (In what ways? Who knows, heh.)

Belphegor

“My little sun”, “little sun”

He doesn’t call you his “little sun” because you are little, but because Beel is his bigger sun. Beel was in his life first, and then you came. But the order doesn’t really matter to Belphie because you are still a very important sun to him. In the twins’ bedroom, Beel has a sun motif on his side, and Belphie has a moon motif. Belphie is more comfortable with the darkness (literally and figuratively), so to him, you are his light that shines through and guides him to a better place. You are everything that he needs to survive.

Belphie’s trauma has affected him greatly, even if it doesn’t seem like it. So it takes a long time until he gets really attached to you, but when he does, he can’t live without you. Calling you his little sun is placing you in his heart, at the same level as Beel (Or perhaps even higher).

Other Demons:

Diavolo

“Little gold nugget”, “gold nugget”, “nugget”, “little nugget”

Contrary to how it may first sound, “little gold nugget” isn’t to diminish your value or your worth. To Diavolo, who probably has a low-key obsession with gold, “little gold nugget” is super adorable. He’s also never really been called an endearment before, nor has he ever called someone by one, so this is all new territory to him. Also, as a future king and a prince, everyone is important to him as his citizens. Diavolo is the king above all nuggets, but you in particular are his “little gold nugget.” He also wants you to call him by an endearment, a term only used for him, but that is something for you to decide on.

Barbatos

The closest thing to an endearment would be “Your Grace” for Barbatos. “Puffling”, if you can get him drunk enough (I’m somewhat joking here).

If you’re expecting something else, I’m afraid Barbatos is too polite, too cautious to simply throw around the usual terms of endearment. In fact, I think from the way Barbatos is, he turns a way of addressing nobility into an endearment for you only. However, if you do manage to worm an endearment out of him, he will jokingly call you a “puffling” after baby puffins. I think he finds them adorable, but it isn’t a serious endearment. Barbatos won’t be caught dead calling you a “puffling”—not because he doesn't want to—but because it’s not at all appropriate. He has an image to keep.

Angels:

Simeon

“Little sparrow”, “little droplet”, “little lamb”

“Little lamb” is a familiar term, and “little sparrow” is also something Simeon calls you. A sparrow represents many wonderful things, like joy, love, good fortune, luck, and so on, and Simeon considers you every one of those things and more. Like sparrows, droplets are also fragile—ephemeral in their lives. Droplets fall and disappear so easily. But droplets also signify uniqueness in that one droplet is separated from other collections of water. To Simeon, you stand out among others. You are wonderful, joyful, full of life, and so, so beautiful.

Luke

“Lamb” (perhaps “lambling”? I’m really unsure.)

He means it in a platonic way!! Like a guardian angel to a baby human, except that baby human is you.

We all see Luke as a child, but Luke, in this case, doesn’t see himself as one. He’s way, way older than you, and so while he is still immature among other angels, he’s lived way longer than you have. It might seem weird to have him call you an endearment, but you are a lamb in his eyes—pure, kind, gentle. You are someone who must be protected! And so while Luke doesn’t use endearments too much with you, he will use it when he’s feeling a little playful or dramatic. He prefers your own name because he loves how it sounds.

Human:

Solomon

“Little star”, “breadcrumbs” (as a joke)

Solomon has lived for who knows how long. As a human who has lived for that long, his mentality towards certain things might be a bit different from a regular human. Attachment is difficult for him due to his lifespan, and this is reflected in his attitude. Many people are fleeting in his life. The mundane becomes hard to appreciate after so long. Even memories erode after a lifetime. There is no particularly heavy sentiment behind “little star”, but he has begun to consider you as a part of his destiny, a star in the constellation of his life. And like a star, you appear so far away from him, so unapproachable due to how you are always surrounded by others. He can only appreciate you from afar, until you let him close.

“Breadcrumbs” is a lighthearted endearment that he once heard somewhere in the human world. When he calls you “breadcrumbs”, he doesn’t mean anything at all by it, only that it sounds absolutely ridiculous but also so adorable at the same time. It’s an amusing endearment he heard in his long, long life. “It’s the joy in the little things, and breadcrumbs are exactly that—little things,” Solomon will say, but no need to take him seriously. You will always be the star twinkling brightly in his life.

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Feel free to add what you think the characters would use as terms of endearment! I wanted something special for each character, so that's why this post was made lol

(If there are any errors, I will catch them sooner or later. Please, don't mind them.)

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Fluff Alphabet-Sapnap

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) 

He likes your humor. He likes your beauty. He loves everything about you. Mostly, though, he loves your kindness. You are just so nice to him. You hold him, whisper sweet things to him, and make him feel like its all alright.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) 

He definitely wants a family, obviously not anytime soon though. He believes that he’d be a good father and that you’d be a good parent as well. He doesn’t tell you this, but sometimes he dreams about having a child, their little hands and feet. He goes through baby fever like every two months. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) 

He prefers to hold you most of the time, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you. He will spoon you most nights or hold your head to his chest and wrap his other arm around your body. Sometimes tho he lets you lay on top of him and just sleep. He likes your weight on him, thin or not. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

i assume they'd be chill or more just hangouts. Like going to an arcade or an escape room. If it was a special occasion, birthday or anniversary, he’d take you to a fancy restaurant. He’d hate getting dressed up and eating food that isn’t worth the money, but he’d do it forever if it meant he got to see you happy. 

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

My lifeline. You make his world turn and his heart keep beating. Everything he does is for you (In a non weird obsession way) he just wants you to be happy

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) 

He knew he was in love when you showed up at his house to hold him after he sounded upset on a call. that's it, no questions asked, you were just there.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) 

He’s so gentle it’s almost infuriating to you because sometimes he wont even touch you. Like when y’all first started dating, he wouldn't hold your hand because he didn’t want to squeeze to much. He wouldn’t cuddle you because he didn’t want to suffocate you. He treats you like a doll

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

after he got over the hand holding fear stated previously, he holds your hand tightly, almost afraid to let go. He holds your hand whenever he can: in the store, in bed, on walks, in the car, on dates. He always has his hand in yours.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was probably about your appearance. He’s only a 20 okay so he probably looked at your butt or chest first. Obviously when he actually talked to you, he would realize you were funny and nice. But yeah, purely physical at first.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

omfg yes. He gets so jealous. Sapnap’s not the kind of bf to get like toxic or rude when jealous tho. He just gets insecure and sad. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You kissed him first, he was way too nervous to make the first move. He kisses you softly and with his hands on your cheeks. He loves holding you when you kiss, holding you close. Once Y’all are more comfortable with each other he may even put his hand on your neck while kissing you. It makes him all giddy.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He would say it first, on accident. probably after being intimate and having you on his chest. Too lost in his mind, it just comes out.

“I love you”

“What?”

It scared both of you at first but then you smile and cuddled closer. It didn’t matter to him if you said it back right then or not, he knew you cared for him.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you guys stayed in on your 6 month anniversary. The plan was to go out and eat at this super fancy place but you guys missed the reservation. Instead of being sad, you guys stayed home and watched a bunch if princess movies and cuddled. It was sweet and the first time y’all actually just hung out.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He doesn’t spoil you too much actually. He knows you can buy your own stuff and doesn’t try to take over if you don't ask him too. BUT on special occasions you are getting everything you even look at. he once dropped about 2,000 dollars on jewelry as a gift on your birthday.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pastel yellow. Its a color of friendship and trust, which is what your relationship is built on. 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He uses the usual babe a lot, i cant see him using darling im sorry. He also 100% uses baby and sweetheart. Honey is also used. But mostly he would use variations of your name. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He likes castles and royalty. Obviously there is still queens and stuff but he loves the whole castle fantasy. He thinks about being a knight in shining armor to save you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He uses this as an excuse to stay in bed and cuddle. Like that’s all he would want to do. No food, no responsibilities, just snuggling.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

When he was single he would just sleep or eat. We’ve all been there and there's nothing wrong with it. But now that he has you he would rant to you or cry. If you were upset he would listen to any and all problems you had without comment. He would just be there for what ever you needed.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

he talks about school, his family, his friends, and a shit ton of random Minecraft. Even if you got sick of it, you stick around bc he’s cute when passionate.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

in the most respectful way, he likes to have sex. it makes him happy and calms him down. Obviously if you weren’t feeling it, he wouldn’t make you and would go for just kisses and cuddles, also watching Moana bc he loves that movie. 

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

he shows off his set up and shoes. He splurges on those things and will be damned if the whole world doesn't know. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He wouldn't propose for a while and surely not until y’all are both out of college and stuff but when he does its a whole thing. He takes you to a beach saying something like, “I heard the boardwalk food is amazing” or something like that. He would probably invite dream along to record and also being there for the biggest moment of his life. Obviously, you say yes and its so cute.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

(I’m sorry about this one I’m not a big music person)

"I'm Gonna Love You Through It" by Martina McBride is what i picked bc he would always be there no matter what, he just loves so much

Y = Yikes (Do they ever mess up in the relationship?)

Sapnap has made many many mistakes. He can be rude sometimes without even realizing it, he can spend more time with George than you, he can ignore you for a week for something petty. Thankfully, he comes to his senses after a while and talks to you about it. He tries to be as good as he can and communicate to you but he’s not perfect.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

oml he would beg you for a dog everyday! he just wants a German Shepard named Bently is that too much to ask?

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The Prince and the Archer ↬ t.h

EDIT: LOOK AT THIS AMAZING MOODBOARD @mischiefmanaged011​ MADE!!!!!!

A/N: So @blissfulparker and I wrote a fic on this prompt I sent to her. She already posted hers AND GO READ IT IT’S AMAZING OKAY?! ANYWAYS-

WC: 2.3k (EXACT HOLY SHIT)

Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Archer!Reader

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Thomas had been nineteen years old when he first saw You.

He had been coming back from the stable with his mentor after a session of horse riding, exhaustion evident in the young Prince’s face. It had been a tough ride, his horse- Jakie- had not been very compliant that day, and Harry had been poking fun at him all day. He loved his brother, but he could be annoying sometimes (most of the time.)

Walking towards the castle, his eyes fell around the sports fields, his vision zeroing onto the Archery range. He had always found the sport interesting. How a single shot from an arrow and a bow could do so much as slice a fruit or pierce an organ, he would never understand. It never ceased to amaze him though.

“You look a little lost there mate.” Harry smirked, eyes following his brother's. He startled when Harry laughed, punching his biceps playfully. 

He didn’t understand what Harry was talking about, until he saw You standing in the field, hands stretched out and legs apart, a perfect stance for a fight. A bow was held tight in your hands, stretching the arrow. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been staring at you, your hair flowing with the wind, a serious expression with your lips pursed as if you were ready for combat, the half of your face glowing with the sun.

The snap of Harry ’s fingers got him back, a blush raising his cheeks at being caught.

"She's pretty isn't she? She's the cook's daughter." He said. 

“Mr. (L/N)?” He asked absentmindedly.

Tom saw as the arrow went sailing in a perfect trajectory, hitting the centre of the eye. He watched in a sort of trance as arrows after arrows hit the various targets, your hands not wavering once even.

 “Uh- you, you go ahead. Tell mother I’ll be back in a minute.” He stuttered. 

“Okay. Her name’s Y/N, by the way.” Harry  retreated, patting his back and giving him a smile that he knew all too well. 

He gestured at his mentor to make his way back to the Castle, walking towards the field where you were practicing. 

You noticed him coming towards him, immediately bowing your head as he approached you. 

"It's alright darling, you don't need to do that." He smiled at You as you nodded feverently. He smiled at you, cooing at the way you shied and hid your face from him. 

“You’re Y/N right?” He asked slowly as you fiddled with your bow, nodding but not looking up for a long time.

“That's me, your majesty, to what do I owe you the pleasure of you visiting the archery range?” You finally said, looking up and stopped fiddling. 

Your heart sped up when you looked at the young prince, hair slicked back in a short mullet, horse riding clothes donned on. 

You had seen him quite a few times while practicing, and even admired him from afar like any other girl your age, but never had the guts to speak. You didn’t know how you would talk to the royalty without the intrusive thoughts of what he would possibly think of a poor girl talking to him. You felt giddy now that he was actually here, talking to you. 

"Oh no no! The pleasure's all mine sweetheart. I, uh, you're good at it."He said, clearing his throat when you raised an eyebrow, “Could you show me? Uhm, how to work a bow and an arrow? I’m actually really bad at it.” He chuckled as you smiled, eyes lighting up when he mentioned the sport.

“Only if you teach me how to ride a horse.” You said back. You couldn't hold back the grin that appeared on your face, neither did he, when you agreed. 

You couldn’t help but do an internal victory dance when he smiled, his soft brown eyes shining in the sunny day sending your mind into a frenzy.

"I could do that. So do we meet here tomorrow? Same time?" He asked, too giddy to notice anything around him. His heart was beating like crazy, feeling a pang of excitement in his tummy as you nodded shyly. 

"Uh yes. That would be great, Mister Holland." You nodded, packing your bow and arrows. Shuffling your feet, you stared at him before he moved out of your way, chuckling when you saw his cheeks flame in a blush. 

"Just Tom is fine!" He said, waving at you with a goofy expression on his young face. He chuckled, shaking his head as he felt an unearthed excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

The feeling felt foreign to the young prince. He had been offered services with other princess' before, danced with them in balls and even had fancy dinners with them, but the thought of spending time with you in the fields felt different, yet the excitement felt the same.

Skipping over to the main halls with a smile on his face that rivaled the brightness of the sun, Tom sighed. His heart was still fluttering from your previous encounter, stomach churning with an unknown feeling. 

It was a few days later, during dinner, that the others started noticing his absences and random visits to the royal grounds with his horse (or how he suddenly was interested in learning archery of all sports).

"What's got you so excited?" His mum smiled, snapping him from his stupor as he looked up from his plate. The steak from his fork nearly fell, the laughter of his brothers making him blush. 

"Is it the girl?" Harry smirked, eating his dinner innocently as he could.

"What girl?" Sam piped in. Everyone's eyes were on him now. Shuffling in his seat, he smiled, remembering your smile when he offered to learn archery from you in exchange of teaching you to horse ride.

"The girl in the archery fields. She's really beautiful. And her aim is impeccable. She's perfect, mum! I've never met a lady like her before." Tom said, looking at his mom with large eyes, anticipation making him sweat. He saw his mother nod, giving him a small smile. 

"An archer you say? Is she by any chance, our cook's daughter?" She asked, resting her fork on her plate. 

"I- I don't know, maybe? How does it matter though?" 

"Tom, you know the rules. There are so many other princesses waiting for you in a like, you can't go for a normal low-life girl." She said, eyes betraying the sadness missing in her stern expression. 

"Just because she's not as wealthy as us doesn't make her a bad person mum!" 

"Tom honey, it's not about that, you have to understand we have certain rules and regulations to follow. For all you know she's a gold digger!" 

Tom was used to the burden of being royalty, and he often felt guilty for feeling burdened with having all the wealth of London, when there were so many poor kids in the streets begging for food and a shelter. 

Sometimes he felt like he would break under all the pressure and rules. 

"How can you say that? You don't even know her! You know what? I don't care. I- You have to understand mum. She's different! She's not like those other snobby princesses who only want to marry me for my name! She's so much more better than those fucking pompous brats okay?-"

"Mind your language Thomas!" 

"You can't stop me!" He said, pushing away his chair angrily before storming away, walking towards the ballroom and ignoring the servants running behind him with apologies. 

Stomping his way to the ballroom, he opened the huge doors, slamming them as fast as he could with his strength. Locking them from the inside, he switched on the lights, sliding down the doors. 

Holding his head, his shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears falling free as he felt himself break. He felt weak, for having such variations of emotions over some girl he saw not long ago. 

Sniffing, he stood up, fixing himself as much as he could in his state, before looking at the small door behind one of the curtains. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it. He smiled, walking towards it. Touching the small latch, he opened the door, sneaking into a garden, the garden only he and his father knew about. 

Pushing aside the shrubbery growing around it, he finally found the rusted gates, slowly removing the rusty chains with his hands.

He smiled fondly, remembering the day his dad had brought him here. He had been sad that day for whatever reasons he didn't remember, sitting on the small swing set as his father pushed him higher and higher until his tummy hurt because of giggling so much. 

Sitting on the swing that was slightly too small for him, he idly pushed his feet back and forth, lost in his thoughts. 

"It's beautiful here isn't it? I didn't think anyone would know about this place, much less the Prince of England." 

His eyes widened, jaw dropping when he heard your voice.

"How do you know about this place?" He asked. 

"My grandfather built this place before you and I were even born. My father told me about this. Now, answer my question." You shrugged, picking the leaves of the bush you were leaning against. 

"That's nice. My father used to bring me here when I was a child. He doesn't do that anymore. I just, I wish he would spend more time with me." He said, biting his lips. 

“You come here often then?” You asked.

“Yes, whenever I feel like being left alone. I come here.” He bit his lip, nervous of the sudden silence.

"I'm sorry." You said, cutting off his wandering thoughts.

"What are you sorry for?" 

"Good childhood memories are sometimes more painful than the bad ones. At least you can deflect the bad ones, but the good ones are just a reminder of what you had and what you can't now." You said. 

"That's not entirely true, good memories can still be made you know? With the person you love." He said, getting up from the swing set. 

Walking towards You, he held his hand up, pushing a strand of your hair from your face as you ducked, shying away from his touch. 

Your breath hitched, your hands clenched behind you as he came closer. You were standing head to head now. You could feel his breath on You, your lips nearly touching. 

In the moment of courage, you leapt forward, capturing his lips in yours. 

You loved fairy tales, small stories that described kisses as magical that made sparks fly. You always thought they were exaggerations, but at this moment, when you were kissing the most beautiful boy, the Prince of England and the boy you had been crushing on since forever, you felt like you were a part of those fantasies. 

The kiss was indeed magical, albeit a little wet. You giggled when you broke apart, short of breath as you laid your hands on his chest, feeling the expensive fabric under your palm. 

"What will the others think?" You whispered. Your hair flew in whisps, the air around you whispering it's reassurance as you stood in front of him. 

"Let them think what they want to, darling. I've been the prey before, I'm ready to do it again." He smirked, pulling you by your waist for another kiss. 

"You're cheesy." You chuckled. 

"Yes, I'm melted cheese for you." 

"That was a terrible joke Holland." 

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"Okay so you need to hold your stance, stiff but not too stiff. You will feel pressure in your shoulders the first day-" 

"- darling can't we just make out please?" 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if his yapping was giving you a headache. 

You had gotten comfortable around him since your first encounter, and you felt special, seeing the goofy and happy side of the Prince. Didn't mean he didn't manage to make your heart stutter with his devilishly handsome grin (that made you want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick).

"Thomas no." 

"Thomas yes! I don't know how you manage to do this, this bow is so heavy!" He whined, keeping down the bow and folding his hands on his chest. He looked adorable with his pout.

Smiling, you shook your head, heaving a sigh, "the bow isn't heavy, Tom. Here, how about this, I'll hold your elbow while you aim alright?" You offer.

"That would be great, princess." You blushed at the nickname, not quite used to being called that. 

"Alright drama queen, don't need to butter me." You muttered, moving closer so your chest touched his back, one hand on his elbow and the other on the string of the bow. 

He could feel your breath on his neck, shuddering as you leaned in, your hair tickling him, your rough but nimble hands featherlight on his skin.

"Now aim." You said, moving your hair from your face. 

He stuttered a response, holding himself straighter. You pushed his elbow up, right as he unleashed it, the arrow hitting the bullseye with a thud. 

"We did it! Oh god Y/N did you see that? We did it ! It hit the centre!" He laughed, turning around, the bow laying on the ground as he lifted you up.

You shrieked as he spun you in circles, laughter bubbling in your chest as you rested your head against his. 

"We did, your majesty." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. 

You weren't afraid of being caught, you were way past that point. And you felt that you could live like that, if it meant living with the loveliest Prince of England.