#I'm ANNOYED. not in an earnestly sad way but just like

[ehlnofay]

aromantics need to take over every industry NOW

[luvtak]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

✧ pairing 7 dream x reader

✧ genre/tw fluff fluffy fluff fluff, what i think dating them would be like <3 an embarrassing amount of run-on sentences i'm sure.... the dreamies being the most perfect boyfriends to exist, mostly unedited

✧ w/c 2293 (about 300 words each!!)

✧ a/n back to my roots writing for nct... also,,, not the dreamies being my ult group but my last group to do these headcanons for :/ i have so much fun writing these little ideas and dreams about them let me know if you want more!

MARK truly the definition of wrapped around your finger… tells everyone about you every day of his life. Smiles at everything you say and calls you the cutest names. Makes sure everyone knows that you’re taken for life–no ifs about it. Tells you about his whole day, down to the most unimportant details. Kisses you all around your face and gets red seeing you so flustered. Constantly saying the worst pickup lines. Always always makes time for you even with his busy schedule. Talks to your family on the phone and becomes best friends with your siblings. Lets you win during video games and pretends that you’re just so much better than him. Never comes empty-handed–if you invite him over he’s bringing some sort of present he can’t help it. Wraps you up in at least three layers when it looks a little cold outside. Starts bringing up ideas for a Halloween couple’s costume in January. Celebrates your birthdays and accomplishments like his own. Holds you close to him in any moment of rest, the members are around? He’s only bringing you in closer. I’m sorry to say this, but he is definitely one of those people who refer to you as a “we”... “we watched that movie last week!” or “sorry, we can’t come, we have plans.” Would never even think about fighting with you and when it can’t be avoided, he is always the first to apologize. Walks around draped over you, his neck falling onto your shoulder and clumsily shuffling you along. Steals your phone to take silly pictures of himself, and you end up having 500 selfies of Mark making the same five kissy faces. Fixes your clothes/jewelry/hair as the day takes its toll. Kisses your wrist whenever you hold hands. Lovely and forever committed to giving you the sweetest existence possible.

RENJUN  My angel boy<3 would be the most loving boyfriend if you’re able to get past him giving you sm attitude. Lovingly scolds you 24/7 365. Pouts if you don’t say you love him back or forget to kiss him before you leave. Steals your sweaters and jewelry. Makes you laugh so hard you cry, then kisses the tears away. Has the worst case of cute aggression when he see’s you like he can’t help but take a bite out of you. Whenever you ask him to do something he’ll roll his eyes and scoff but still gets up to do it anyway. Says your name so sweetly and with so much love it could be a term of endearment. Sings to you when you’re sad. Holds you so tight when you sleep, like he could absorb you into his own skin. Carries a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he goes. Gets genuinely annoyed when other people know something about you that he didn’t–wants to know everything, especially the embarrassing stuff. Acts of service king, does things for you and expects nothing but a kiss in return. Gives you the first bite of his food. Forehead kisses 100% of the time. Extremely tenderhearted, wants to be loved and love in return with nothing holding him back. Knows your schedule down to a T. Shakes his head at every joke you tell, but still grants you a laugh. Kisses you slowly and earnestly even if theres people around. Drops the most earth-shattering confessions of love at random moments and just expects you to move on. Matching accessories are a must!! And he will be ready to break up if your forget it one day (we have seen how he is with the dreamies friendship rings). Wraps himself completely around you when no one is around, and stays that way until one of you has to get up. Loves completely and wholeheartedly and is a perfect perfect boy. 

JENO Shy and perpetually flustered, cannot believe he got you fr. Alternates between the cockiest boy you’ve ever met and the most oblivious creature around. Is so in awe of you, cannot get over you choosing him. A big baby of a boyfriend. Body slouched over yours at all times. Tells everyone it isn’t obvious how unbelievably whipped he is for you than giggles when you call him a pet name. Loves when you fawn over him lol, would feel so good about himself when you laugh at his jokes or wear an outfit because he said you looked pretty in it. Definitely the kind of boy who gets you a necklace with his initials on it. Is somehow even more smiley when you’re around. His love language is 100% acts of service–helping you with chores and making dinner, he desperately wants to wash your hair and help take your makeup off. Always takes you home himself and makes you call him before you go to bed. Kisses you all over when you’re sad and squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe. Puts his lips right over your ear and whispers so you can hear him in loud places, sometimes telling terrible jokes to see you laugh. Constantly on the phone with you–will get yelled at by his members and staff to focus on his schedule. Takes you on long drives and lets you have the aux the whole time, smiles even when he hates the song.  Snuggles up to you and has you in an iron grip all night; wakes up periodically to tell you to stop wiggling. Literally a broken record of “oh my s/o would like this!” and “you would never believe what my s/o told me…” Tucks you into his sweater when you’re cold and always carries extra clothes because he knows you’ll forget. Could never hide his feelings for you, it’s written all over–hairbands and your favorite snacks in his cabinets. Is so so so in love with you, and would never even think about being embarrassed of it. <3

HAECHAN Sweet as cherry pie. Silly and charming and the kindest boy you know. Lives his life attached to you, hands on your hips and kisses pressed everywhere he can reach. Never goes a day without telling you he loves you in the most sickeningly sweet ways possible. Listens to every word you say, goes as far as telling other people to be quiet so he can hear you better. Serenades you with the most obnoxious renditions of love songs and coos when you make faces at him. Teases you endlessly–tickles and jokes and ridiculous nicknames, but would never let anyone else make a joke at your expense. Sleeps fully on top of you, head pressed under your chin and hands slipped under your sleep shirt. Celebrates you and your relationship with all of him, always the loudest voice singing happy birthday and the prettiest flowers congratulating you for an achievement at work or school. Speaks to you so softly and with so much compassion you almost get whiplash when you see him around the dreamies. Brings home sweet treats and little keepsakes from his day out. Will watch a movie or listen to a new song and note all the parts you’d like so he can play it for you later and speak to you about it. Unbelievably protective, not in a toxic way, but he wants so much to be able to take care of you and keep you safe–hand pressed on your back while you walk through crowds, and his hand protecting you from hitting your head as you get in the car. Has lists of important days in his notes app, cataloging gifts he could get you and your order at all your favorite restaurants. The perfect silly boyfriend, caring and lovely and everything you need

JAEMIN Marry this man. Has been committed and steadfast in his dedication to you since you met. Extremely serious when it comes to your heart and your feelings. The first to say I love you or to apologize after a fight–would never raise his voice at you or say things he didn’t mean. Is always feeding you, either a complete meal that took him an hour to make or the most perfect bowl of ramyeon you’ve ever had. Constantly sending you pictures of the cats. LOVES pda–kisses you in front of everyone and laughs when they groan, cuddles with you on the practice room couch, and rolls his eyes when the dreamies gag. Always kisses you with soft hands on your cheeks and the prettiest smile. Buys you a keepsake from everywhere they go on tour and gives it to you in a huge suitcase and will not feel ashamed in the slightest. Somehow finds out how to bring you up in every conversation, “oh they really like this song” or “thats actually their favorite movie you know…” you would truly never have to worry about anything with this man, he’s gonna take care of everything, a future airport dad if i’ve ever seen one. Sends tiktoks of cute animals and pouts if you don’t like them right away. Buys you silly sweatshirts and phonecases and demands you wear them proudly as a symbol of his everlasting love. Out of all of the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to give you a promise ring, and in my heart, I know he would have his name engraved on the inside–a quiet confession only the two of you know about. Sleeps directly on top of you, I just know it… holds onto you in every crowd. So many conversations between little kisses and I love yous. Always carries your things, whether it be a bag or shoes that got too uncomfortable his hands are open and ready whenever you need them. The most perfect boy in the world, and whose surprised? 

CHENLE truly your best friend in the entire world, f2l in its entirety… would roast you every minute of every day but if anyone else even dared he is shutting that shit down right away. His arm has a permanent residence on your waist. Giggles at you when you’re annoyed at him but apologizes anyway. Makes you watch him play basketball at 11 pm and laughs when you say you're cold and sleepy, but takes you home right away. Will kiss you in front of anyone–loves it when you get all shy and flustered. Always trying to give you expensive presents and rolling his eyes when you tell him to reign it in. dog dates with Daegal!!! Talks about you so causally that the dreamies didn’t realize you were his girlfriend until he kissed you goodbye, and they were all so dumbfounded. Will watch anything if you like it and will tell you it sucked with a smile on his face before kissing you as an apology. Huge bouquets for any anniversary or birthday. Wraps his arms around you and rocks you around, whispering sweet words that he’d deny if you told anyone about. Stares at you 24/7 and gives you his 100-watt smile. Goes out of his way to help you–buys your groceries, helps wash your hair, picks you up, and takes you wherever you need to go–but always denies it. Begs you to wear his clothes, bonus points if it’s something that has his name on it, or some nct merch. Has an iron grip on your hand at any given point and giggles when you try to get free. Will listen to literally anything you tell him. Smiles into kisses and sighs when you pull away. Is so domestic and lovely in everything he does, even if sometimes he is the biggest menace. 

JISUNG so so so shy, truly does not know how to have a s/o in public lmao. When you’re alone he’s the cutest most confident boy in the world but as soon as there is another person around he does not know you. He makes it obvious that it's just because he’s awkward, but sometimes you definitely do have to tell him to stop being a weirdo and to hold your hand. Constantly makes fun of people with you and is always ready to hear some hot goss. Is always listening to you–even if everyone in the room is talking over you, he will be looking at you with his full attention and urging you to go on. Laughs at everything you say even if it's not funny. Kisses your cheek every morning first thing, and thinks you look so cute cuddled up into the covers. Piggy-backs you everywhere: you drank a little too much or it's too early… up you go! You being comfortable and happy is his priority in any situation, and if anyone including himself is disrupting that he is dealing with it immediately. Whether that means complaining to one of hyungs to help him or going straight to the source of the issue, he’s going to try and help you, even if it’s not like him to speak up for himself–you’re the most important thing to him. Tries to teach you nct dances and gets unbearable secondhand embarrassment when he sees you mess up. Almost exposes your relationship once a month. Is wrapped around you every single moment you’re alone, even if it’s just for a second–someone leaves the room? Jisung is suddenly fully enveloping you. Thinks pda is so embarrassing but would try so hard to be more openly affectionate with you. Blushes to his roots when you sweet talk him no matter how long you’ve been together. Kisses your hands when it’s cold outside and wouldn’t even think about giving you anything of his if you needed it. The sweetest, shyest boy, and so wonderful–loving him and being loved in return would be the loveliest gift.

© LUVTAK

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Novel Side Story Chapter 1

1. Fox and Snakes

“Why? Do you have anything to say?”

“… No.”

Peleg, who was licking her lips, shook her head and turned around.

'What is it? Obviously looking intently.'

Recently, more and more people are looking at my ring finger with a face that has a lot to say.

Because I always wore the engagement ring I received from Isidor. Still, I thought I had half-opened my mind lately, but my father said every word with a trembling face.

“I think it’s bad for blood circulation.”

“Yes?”

“It’s the ring. ring! Jewels are useless and look uncomfortable.”

Yesterday I heard that the jewels were twinkling annoyingly and it made my eyes hurt. Gradually, complaints about the ring became new and varied.

“By the way, it wasn't even a ceremony, and it's only the stage where they promised to get married, so why are they already wearing such annoying things? Maybe the Duke of Visconti is not secretly paying attention? this guy dares.”

My father, who had been quiet for a long time, was trying to catch up with Amon Isidor again, so I hurriedly opened my mouth.

“Ah, it can be. I'm going to get married anyway, but it's strange to walk around without wearing the ring you've already been given.”

In fact, there was a bigger reason for me to wear the ring all the time.

“Deborah, I'm going to put a strong adhesive on my finger. No, let's try to develop an alchemy that can connect the ring as if it were one body... .”

The day they shared the rings on board, Isidor murmured earnestly as he peered into the engagement ring that wrapped around his ring finger.

He's so serious about coupling, but I thought it would be sad if I wasn't the only one wearing it. To be honest, my fiancé, who was thrilled as if he had everything in the world, was cute and I couldn't help it.

“Anyway”! I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Think about it. Who would have imagined that you, who were last at the Academy, would become the hero who saved the Empire?”

“I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but for now, I like this ring. It's pretty.”

Also fox...

My father muttered as if moaning something, and then coughed in vain.

“Hmm! By the way, recently, the imperial family and Shin-chan are too sweet to send me letters saying they want to invite you.”

The words are annoying, but there was pride in the corners of father's eyes.

“I’m refusing to take care of myself, so don’t feel pressured and do it when you want.”

“Yes.”

Even so, I was planning to stay away from social activities for the time being. I was waiting for the aftermath of the incident where the Great Demon appeared to calm down a bit.

' I've gotten so much attention... okay.'

Even the employees of the house treat me with respect, saying that they are the servants of goddess saint.

It was easy to pass even as it was mine, and the eyes of the people in the family who looked worn out because they could not penetrate the ring finger did not. Perhaps the more the nobles looked at the ring, the more, but not the less.

“....”

“Enrique.”

“Yes?”

Enrique widened his wide eyes.

“The ring doesn’t run away just by staring at it like that.”

“....”

“Hey! I can't even make a cute face.”

Sheesh, I smirked while stroking Enrique, who clicked his tongue slightly. Anyway, today went by without any problems.

***

“Lord, there really is no end to what you can do.”

Miguel, who came to Isidore's office to receive final approval, sighed with a sullen face.

In the Duke of Visconti's office, there was always a mountain of payment documents, but recently it has been severe.

“It's not a great devil for nothing.”

teeth tremble If it wasn't for that damn devil, it's the end of the year, so it's time to take a break.

This tastes like death, but Miguel hated it when he saw the master smiling softly every day while staying up all night for a week.

Well, since I won the offer I had been desperately waiting for, I was overwhelmed with the feeling.

If you explain how the Master was prepared for propose, it is equivalent to this report of the Great Satan.

“Miguel, I heard that playing the piano when you propose is a classic without failure. How is it?”

“It's a story about playing well like Sir Thierry”

“Ha? If I practice, I can do that”

Because of Isidor's overzealous enthusiasm, Miguel's eardrums were abused for almost half a year. Rather, I felt that I was happy when I only watched the fashion show.

'Yeah, it's good if the results are good. '

Anyway, it was good news for Miguel that his boss was in a good mood every day.

“Duke, please sign this and be done”

“There’s no romance, isn’t the moon so beautiful tonight?”

Isidor, who gladly signed the report, muttered abruptly as he put down his pen.

“It's hard to see it because there's a lot of clouds.”

“I don't care. The ring looks good.”

Turning his body to the window, he raised his pale hand with a ring on it, not knowing whether it was the moon or the ring.

A smile resembling a pure white moon hung on Isidor's lips. The gloves he had been wearing habitually had been left unattended since the propose.

'It's nice to see it every time.'

He slowly let out a sigh as he looked at the documents he had to scan until dawn.

The reason he's been overly restricting his sleep lately is because he wanted to take a long vacation in the New Year. Since there is a public holiday in the new year, the imperial officials will also be resting, so if you work hard now, you will be able to play without doing anything for a week.

“Shall we go to a hot spring together? ”

If you can't afford to stay overnight, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go on a date in the capital city.

'These days, I heard that the lake park on the outskirts of Atra is worth seeing.'

Isidore, who had even opened up a map and studied the date line in his spare time, got up to the sound of knocking on the window. It was a pigeon that brought Deborah's letter.

He spent money and quality manpower to train the pigeon and it was well prepared for delivery.

[I want to stop by Sir Isidore's house tomorrow morning. Of course, you don't have to rush and waste your time. I heard you're busy.]

Isidor smiled slightly at the letter. Currently, the number one person I want to meet the most in the empire is a princess, but such a humble letter.

As Deborah was only unaware inside Seymour Townhouse, everything from the imperial family, the temple, and even the social circles was attached to her body. At one time, he pointed his finger at it, saying it was a poisonous snake, and it wasn't even funny.

‘I think it was better back then.’

I just need to be pretty and great in my eyes.

With a somewhat selfish thought, he lightly touched the letter and wrote a reply right away.

***

It was a day when the light breeze fluttered and fell like a white butterfly. I, who had been idling in the house for so long, went to Isidor's townhouse.

In the distance, you can see Isidor coming to meet you through the window. Even amidst the pure white snow, his blonde hair shone like the sun without dying.

As soon as I get out of the carriage, my eyes slowly fall on his shiny hair.

“Wait inside. It's cold.”

“It’s the first snow this year. I want to walk while watching the snow with the princess.”

He gently rubbed my cheek with his smooth hand.

'You're not wearing gloves.'

With a soft touch, the cold ring did not touch her face, and she was visibly embarrassed.

"Hmm! After all these days of cold weather, today there is no wind and it's quite warm today. Isn't it?"

At that time, the wind blew by, and Isidor immediately wrapped the scarf in his hand. He buried his nose in a scarf with a familiar scent, and then slowly interlaced his hand on his outstretched hand.

The scenery of the townhouses in Visconti, where the soft snow fell, was quite charming.

"By the way, what wind brought the saint here?"

He asks in the business-like tone of Blancha. Knowingly, I hated it, so I grabbed his clasped hand as if tormenting him.

"I have an important business. I didn't come here because I wanted to see anyone."

“Then it must have been because you wanted to kiss.”

“It’s something I want to do wonders, but I’m just trying to stab it… !”

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly moved his lips together. Perhaps it was because of the soft eyes that occasionally touched his face, the place where his lips touched felt even hotter.

“How did know?”

He flexibly ran through his mouth and fell off, kissing him on the cheek, playfully.

“You are prettier today.”

"Hmm. I know. The Visconti Gardens are just as beautiful as Seymour. The snow is piled up and it looks like a picture from a fairy tale book."

For no reason, he touched the branches of the snow-covered branches with his hands and muttered gibberish.

“garden? I was saying that the princess is pretty.”

It was as if my ear was red. He smiled a little while touching my earlobe with his fingertips

[angels-heap]

opinions on valve rarepairs:

chellyx, valhoun, shepvance, shephoun, and uhmm gordon x chell, and uh any others ig

Not sure what prompted this, but here you go, I guess! Obligatory disclaimer that all these ships are great, even if they're not for me.

Chellyx: 5/10

I understand the appeal conceptually (there's something inherently neat about two similarly smart, hot, brave women getting together to save the world and make out), but as someone who doesn't typically enjoy crossover fanworks, it just doesn't do much for me. It would take a lot of exposition to get me invested in a fic featuring this ship, and I'm hesitant to engage with fanart from people I don't know because of The Discourse. (Specifically, that trend from a few years ago where the most annoying people in the fandom would post chellyx once in a blue moon just to say "See, I don't hate Alyx! I just hate those nasty freaks who ship her with men!!!!")

... Hm, maybe I'd be more interested in this ship if I saw more people, like, earnestly shipping it?

Valhoun: 8/10

The dynamic between Alyx and Barney appeals to me because they have the shared experience of having lived through the Combine occupation, but their roles within that society are very, very different. Alyx has virtually no concept of the Before Times and is an important figure in the Resistance, but in a kind of sheltered way, whereas Barney does remember life before the Combine and is also an important member of the Resistance, but god at what cost? It's fun to imagine how they'd try to navigate a sexual and/or romantic relationship in those circumstances and I'm tired of pretending it's not. They also have twice the snark potential compared to the mainstream ships, so bonus points for that.

(Shameless self-promotion: May I interest anyone in some porn with feelings? Or some semi-consensual voyeurism that may eventually get a sequel?)

Shephoun: 0/10

I do not care about Adrian Shephard. Sorry. His character just does nothing for me, and I don't see the version of Barney that lives in my head going for this guy. IMO, putting a military corporal and a security guard together in the early 2000s would generate the absolute worst political opinions you've ever heard... and not much else.

Shepvance: 2/10

I still don't care about Adrian Shephard, but I can kind of see the potential here. Two confused, scared young people bond with each other in stasis? The right person could probably sell me on this.

Gordon x Chell: 4/10

See chellyx, above. Still not a fan of crossovers, and this pairing has 50% less women compared to chellyx. Also, most of Gordon's appeal as a character (to me) comes from his interactions with other, more fleshed out characters, so a ship between two underdeveloped silent protags just doesn't work for my brain.

You didn't ask but I'm adding Lauren x Barney: 7/10

Lauren is barely a character, but I'm a sucker for pre-rescas content and making Barney sad. :)

[kallistcs]

17 for all (or just the main ones) and 9 for paris 👀

Choosing violence, I see. ;) Let's start with nine lol and go from there.

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak? Hmm... it feels weird to say "the way he earnestly leans on the divine" both for when it comes to Helen and his faith in that things will turn out right at least initially, war-wise, since we don't have any surviving material that reveals what arguments Paris might have used for himself. But if I have done any big, obvious tweaks, it's probably this.

Like yes, it's at least a little an excuse for him, but also, it has been really interesting to have him earnestly believe that the divine influence and gods involved means he has, if not not done wrong, then done it with more understandable reason, and that they (Troy) will surely be fine because they do still have divine protection. It works out very well together with his general carefree and light personality/attitude.

Are there any ships you can’t stand, why? All righty. I'm going to put this under a cut because it'll get long lol

Ganymede: he doesn't really have any other big ships... I guess the closest would be Hera/Ganymede which I have seen at least once. Aside from how it's definitely been from a "oh, look at them ditch the bad man in their lives and sticking it to him ~together~" or whatever, I definitely... kind of hc Ganymede as way, way too gay for him to ever, ever think of this as a possibility. Never mind that she, you know. Very intently set about destroying his home and family. (Bonus: dark and non-con takes on Zeus/Ganymede. Like. I know why people would interpret it in that way, but I just seriously can't stand it. It's just upsetting, because it goes out of the way to put someone who is completely powerless in a never-ending misery. Aside from that I'm not at all into angst in that manner, part of the point of the fun for me with this ship is that Ganymede, otherwise powerless, gains a whole lot of power exactly because he is loved.)

Paris: ... :') People don't really like Paris enough for there to be any ships to be annoyed by lol Except for Paris being used as an obstacle in Achilles/Patroclus, but he gets that less than Hektor does. Otherwise, the closest would be is that 99% of the Helen/Paris stuff on AO3 is negative in a way that isn't even interesting. To a lesser degree, I guess, Oenone/Paris. But only because of the way it's hammered home he ~abandoned her~ and I'm like. She's a nymph. She doesn't need him in any way a mortal woman might. It's definitely sad to be left by someone you still love, but even if they were, by mortal standards, recognized as married, divorce exists and like. She would have married a teenager while undoubtedly having lived for longer than he has. I don't care about that, but expecting a forever-love from that... (She also definitely is the one with the power between them.)

Adonis: Persephone/Adonis, because I do have some lines in the sand and "woman raising this child as her son and then becoming sexually interested in him" is just... over that line for me lol. Besides, them as purely familial mother&son and Persephone still not wanting to give him up to Aphrodite is much more interesting and fun! (You get fun parallels with Demeter&Persephone that way!)

Angelos: ... girl doesn't have any ships! She doesn't even exist in the same way people have made Makaria exist, fandom-wise! But theoretically, since I hc her as a lesbian, seeing het ships with her would displease me.

Antilochus: ... doesn't really have any ships either. I think what would really piss me off would be making any potential Achilles/Antilochus(/Patroclus) about Patroclus instead (as I just saw a fic imply it was, even when it wasn't even an Achilles/Antilochus ship fic).

Hermaphroditus: The same as above. Buut, honestly Hermaphroditus/Salmacis would just skeeve me out. If one goes with Ovid's version (as my Hermaphroditus does not) she is attempting to assault someone who wants nothing to do with her!

Penthesilea: Oh, this one's easy. Achilles/Penthesilea. Hate any iteration of this, especially when it's not just presented as mutual but her pursuing him. Fuck off about that now. What we have canon-wise is Achilles falling in love/lust with an already-dead woman, no indication of what SHE feels about it. And why would she even be interested in him, anyway??

Teucer: Nothing here, really!

Achilles: ... All right. Achilles/Patroclus, but only because of what fandom and this ship's fans have done with the ship, the characters, and everyone else when it comes to their ship and these characters. It being a juggernaut is just frustrating, but how literally EVERYTHING is made to be about these two, that they are ~the most~ tragic and their story is ~the most~ saddest is like nails on chalk-board. Trojan characters are used as props for this ship, especially Hector who gets pulled in as a handy "third party interested in one of the two", or, in modern AUs, used as a fucking murderer in weird versions of Patroclus' Iliad death.

Dryope and Sinope: Like several others in this list, there's no ships, really. The only thing, I guess, would be for Dryope to be in some sort of tragic love with Apollo, mostly because the version of her story I go with, Apollo and the son she has by him is a byword, at most. It's her nymph companions that are far more important!

[nobodysdaydreams]

😭/😍/🎁/🤔!! The author question is "Which character is the most natural/easiest to write for you?"

I hope you are having a good day, my dear friend!!

Why hello my friend! Indeed I am having a good day, and thank you for this wonderful ask! 🥰 I hope you're having a good day as well. 💕

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

“Sadness isn’t something to be ashamed of. We’ve all experienced it. Me, perhaps, more than others. I learned at a very young age that abandonment and betrayal can come from anywhere, even from what seems like sacred ground. From family.”

Curtain finished his sentence and looked earnestly at Nicholas. Throughout his broadcast his brother hadn’t show a single sign of giving in. In fact, he seemed disgusted and annoyed. But perhaps if Curtain were to carefully show a tiny bit of real emotion, that might reel him in. It was a risk, but a calculated one.

A risk that paid off. Nicholas, upon seeing the sudden genuine emotion on his brother’s face, looked down at his hands, suddenly ashamed. Nicholas could roll his eyes and mock his brother’s ridiculous need for approval all he wanted, but at the end of the day, he had to face the reality that he was the one who had turned his brother into this.

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

Well, I know you have SOS memorized by now /j /I love you Sophie, but two things I love doing with that fic are 1) narrative symmetry and 2) taking things from the books and show and giving them new levels of meaning. I do this in chapters 3 and 7 with the whole "No one at the wheel" phrase that is used to discuss the feeling behind the Emergency, where I give it a deeper meaning rather then just having it be a random phrase Curtain made up. There's just something about revealing a deeper meanings behind words or objects and having a concept in a narrative show up again in a different format that just makes my brain go brrrrrr :).

For those that don't know what I'm talking about, here are the snippets. Spoilers for Chapters 1-7 of SOS.

Snippet from SOS Chapter 3 "No One at the Wheel":

Now that he was finally alone, Curtain finally allowed himself a moment to grieve the families he had lost. The tears flowed freely now. He couldn’t stop them. For once he couldn’t wipe them away and deny them, given the infant in his arms.

He felt like he was watching a bus full of children, with no one at the wheel, roll steadily but swiftly down a steep hill towards a cliff. And as much as he desperately wanted to stop it, to do anything to stop it, all he could do is stand there and witness the inevitable. Watch as innocent people died before his eyes. Watch as everyone he loved left in one way or another.

He wanted to tell himself that this was the way life was: people died, people left, and there was nothing you could do but accept it. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take it anymore. 

Snippet from SOS Chapter 7 "Taking the Wheel":

“You abandoned me,” he finished, his voice straining as he held back tears and walked around his desk to confront Wetherall, “I had to experience all of that alone, do you know how that felt? How it feels to watch your friends die slow, painful, agonizing deaths, right in front of your eyes and not be able to do a thing to stop it? It feels like being trapped in a runaway car, racing towards a cliff, with no one at the wheel, no one in control! And you want to take control, you want to stop the car, but you can’t. You can’t save anyone; you can’t even save yourself. But not anymore. I’m taking the wheel and taking control. And you’re not going to stand in my way.”

🎁name a published gift fic someone has given you that you love and can't recommend enough

I'll list the two that I've been gifted because they are both fantastic, and I cannot recommend them enough (I've linked them here everyone please read them!).

The first is "Don't you ever wonder if I'm okay (after all you put me through) by @myfairkatiecat. Based on Milk's ask game prompts, and oh boy is it amazing. If you're looking for great Benedict twins content, look no further (that's about all I'll say without spoiling).

The second is "The Best Decision" by @heyitsthatonesmolgay. Again, based on Milk's ask game prompts, and this one is especially impressive, because I gave not one but three possible prompts, which Connie was somehow able to weave into one amazing fic.

I cannot recommend these two fics enough, but are criminally underrated and if you have not read them, do yourself a favor and go do so now.

🤔 ____________? [ask the author a question about any of their published works, such as what the writing process was like, what their favorite fic is, or what character they like writing about].

I think the easiest characters for me to write are probably the Benedict brothers and Garrison. Because those are the characters with the most unanswered questions related to their backstories, so they are the ones I hyperfixated on (hence SOS). I talk about it a little bit in this post.

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[burntcheerio]

okay let's get into my thoughts of each track based on the titles: Track 1 - Fortnight (ft. Post Malone) POST MALONE??? i swear, i'm not joking, i had like a dream or a thought a little while ago that was like "lmao what if taylor collaborated with post malone what would that be like- she would never tho that would be crazy" so ig i manifested it?? ngl i don't listen to post malone and i haven't heard many of his songs. except i think that one song about circles that was on the radio a lot a while ago when i would listen to the radio all the time was his song. it was fine, kind of annoying tho once i heard it too much. i'm really not sure what to expect with the song, but i do like the title. a fortnight is two weeks so i'm curious if time will have a significance in this track, let alone the album. she wore a clock choker last night and kept asking Tree if her watch was set correctly, apparently to midnight, so i have a feeling time may be a theme within the album. idk but fortnight just gives me middle ages castle vibes so i'm curious if this song will have modern vibes, old hollywood vibes, or like ancient vibes when it comes to setting.

Track 2 - The Tortured Poets Department the titular track!! okay i genuinely have no ideas whatsoever for what this song could be about. maybe another anti-hero/yoyok type song? or even like a mastermind/labyrinth type love song? tbh idk- im really curious to hear other theories or opinions on this track so pls share !!

Track 3 - My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys 101% about a bf who once treasured and loved their relationship starts letting it die (cough joe cough). that phrase is so powerful because it provides the perfect imagery to show "yeah he loved me a lot, but he also hurt me" whether or not he knew it, he did it. this title definitely gives me like poetry title vibes so i'm curious what not only the lyrics will be but what the actual musical element will sound like.

Track 4 - Down Bad OH BOY A DELUSIONAL TRACK YES PLEASE. i can already tell that a running theme within this album is like wanting someone you can't have or loving someone too much that it's an issue. oh boy am i ready for the down bad delusional song this track will give us. i'm really hoping it'll be more of a happy delusional than a sad unrequited love delusion because i could see it going in that direction and as clever as that is i would like to be supported in my delusions. i'm really excited for this song.

Track 5 - So Long, London I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO TALK ABOUT THIS ONE OMG. THIS IS THE WHOLE REASON IM MAKING THIS POST. OH BOY. OKAY SO. the parallel to London Boy is CLEAR. bye bye joe. FAREWELL. we are officially done and over. there is no way in which i can look at this track title and not think "this is about joe" because it just so clearly is and i am HERE for it. i am curious if it's going to be a bad bitch call-out track or a sad mourning track...we'll just have to wait and see ig! (just realized it's a track 5 so it could be more emotional, but maybe she'll go a different route this time? i don't know but it'll be great fs)

Track 6 - But Daddy I Love Him OH MY GOD. as a lesbian it's frustrating that i'm sure many of these songs will be heavy on the "he's a boy" so it'll be harder for me to sing along earnestly, BUT that being said...i CANNOT WAIT for this track. i honestly don't know what the vibe will be for it but i'm sure it's phenomenal and i can't wait to hear it.

Track 7 - Fresh Out the Slammer is this a phrase? am i out of the loop? hold on lemme look it up..okay all i've learned is that there are several other songs with this same name. truly have no clue what this could be.

Track 8 - Florida!!! (ft. Florence + The Machine) i. i don't even know what to expect. i think i might just expect nothing because that way i'll definitely be surprised and delighted.

April 19 🤍 store.taylorswift.com

[gothprentiss]

i'm just doing double-duty from letterboxd here now: it's like ratatouille and midsommar had a really nasty evil kid who broke into my house and made me unhappy for nearly two hours.

really and earnestly, now: i found nicholas hoult's character's profound if "incorrect" enjoyment of fine dining as an art-- and as an art which he was knowingly amateurish about-- to be this movie's most compelling feature, and i think the immediate rejection of his experience and enjoyment made it impossible for me to like it. like oh okay this is an empty art whose excesses contain and conceal all sorts of Bad Things and the acolytes of this empty creed have performative and impoverished faith in it (ego, disinterest, etc.), and ooh look at the façade crumble at the slightest bit of pressure. a good portion of this movie is conducted via, like, near-monologue, which only exacerbates the air of grindingly cynical morality play it gives off. i feel like there's a sort of dialed back reading that i don't mind-- i.e., when anya taylor-joy's character does her Big Speech about stripping joy from food, the smaller-scale critique (everyone who was there was there to enjoy it, in their own self-serving ways, and they were getting a particular catharsis out of that, which isn't what art is supposed to do but is largely what it does because most of our positive experiences with art are not transcendent but merely enjoyable in idiosyncratic ways) is true (chef ralph fiennes set out to ruin that for each of them).fundamentally, what this movie has that i don't want is a series of kind of cruel and pointless observations about how the world is, conducted in a way which is neither cathartic nor insightful. so noma is a bad workplace and so on. so alinea's food looks like a whole bunch of pointless fluff. so these particular high concept art experiences are only available to the rich, and thus become signifiers of wealth, enjoyed not for their own value but rather for their particular ego-stroking significance. thank god rich people have finally started making eat-the-rich movies, or something. but there's a profound cruelty and incuriosity to it, i felt. the happiest you genuinely see someone in this movie isn't anya taylor-joy with her cheeseburger, it's nicholas hoult's almost rapturous experience of novelty. and, you know, that kind of condescending guy is annoying, sure. (and there's much to be said about how his character's arc is structured.) but the idea that he's impoverishing the art of food with his particular brand of sycophantic dilettantism seems more profoundly snobbish than anything that this movie depicts critically. i don't know! this movie made me sad. i think it reflects the way that anti-elitism and anti-intellectualism (or just, like, being anti-craft or anti-art) end up going hand-in-hand if you have a really surface politics of class (or a really aestheticized politics of class). it's not about nostalgia or creature comforts, it's about literal class signifiers. given the choice between crinkle-cut or julienne fries, she gets the crinkle-cut ones, and you know exactly why.

okay i'm gonna shut up and just actively hatewatch this movie and try to give it space to not annoy me. but like anya taylor-joy's particular position in pop culture and the response i've seen to this movie implies to me that she's definitely the protagonist and then on the other hand we have nicholas hoult's character, who is a rich and condescending white guy, so we know how we feel about him. but he's at this like, you know, fine dining high art establishment actively experiencing it as art. and i find that so much more compelling than her having this presumptive clarity of insight and seeing it as bullshit. like yeah all art is a degree of bullshit. but you should stay silly and let it bring you joy

[heyaeolus]

Control Freak Tendencies III

With: Iwaizumi Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: swearing, going off on your strict diet, some parts could be taken as... weight-shaming?? Just a lot of stuff with diet and your own weight ;-; I don't want to offend someone who doesn't want to read this so I'm being extra careful on the warnings im sorry

One of the biggest perks of dating Iwaizumi is your lifetime membership to his services. Having a personal trainer anywhere you go, someone to look after your diet and all those little nitpicky things you often overlooked.

Hajime could be very sweet if he permits. It reflects on the way he watches over you strictly.

These days, you have been seriously stressed with work. The busy days for the office have begun and you've been hustling everyday non-stop. It often comes down to you coming home lifeless and feeling lonely. Often with times like these, you seek comfort through potato chips, ice cream, and chocolates so you do as your heart desires.

The only problem is, Hajime thinks otherwise. The first time you got the tub of ice cream out of the fridge in the middle of the night, he appeared out of nowhere. “Uh-uh, babe. Not this time and not until the weekend. You promised,” he yanks the tub out of your grasp and puts it back in the fridge. Leaning against the door to secure it from you. The pout on your lips was clear evidence of disappointment from you, but you did promise him that all cheat foods can only be consumed on the weekends. So with a heavy heart, you gave up the fight.

“Fine. But can I get cuddles?” you wiggled your brows at your boyfriend. And frankly, you don't know how his ears still redden whenever you ask so earnestly about things people in romantic relationships usually do. He swiftly averts his gaze from you, nodding, nonetheless.

Then it happened again on Wednesday of the same week. You were just so done with your boss making you do all the work for him. And you only wanted a nip of that chocolate bar but Hajime didn't let you. He snatched the bar before you could even rip it open.

“Don't be so hard-headed,” he knocks your forehead jokingly, “Weekends, remember?”

“Just a bite. To relieve stress,” you frown at him.

“No, princess. Remember when I spoiled you back then? It was so hard getting back in shape, right?” he reminds you of your miserable, 'I-can't-run-even-a-hundred-meter' phase. It did help to make you back down on the cravings but it worsened that sad feeling inside you. That night, you lie awake in bed, brain buzzing with so many thoughts.

On Monday, the next week, you had another episode of your stress cravings. To your surprise, the cheat stack in your cupboard is gone. The ice cream at the back of the fridge? Also gone. The chocolates? Nowhere to be found.

You heard a chuckle from your back. Turning, you saw Hajime staring at you. “I knew you'd do that again so I didn't buy any this week as a precaution,” he said, making you frustrated. “You are so annoying,” you grumbled, pushing past him and heading to your bedroom.

He tailed on your end with an offended scowl, “What? I'm only looking out after you!”

“Okay? Then? Wasn't I supposed to live off of my own will?” you retaliate, feeling the stress flowing out of you as you shout at Hajime.

“We have rules!”

“Damn those rules!” You covered yourself with your blanket and refused to talk with him for the rest of the night.

Needless to say, it carried on until the next day. You woke up, washed up, and left the house without saying even a word to Hajime. And he did the same, he was right anyways. Or he believes so.

You didn't mean to, but that night, you ended up in a ramen store with a bag of sweets in your hand. You sent a text to Iwa beforehand saying you'd be home late because of work. When you ate alone then, you felt so free compared to when you ate with Iwa at home. Maybe it was the ramen but you felt your shoulders lighten after the hearty meal. It was so relieving that you found yourself back in there the next day.

And the next.

Then, come Thursday you were still there after work hours. During these days, you always found Iwa waiting for you in the living room watching random shows on TV. He would always ask if you'd already eaten even if you were sure he knew you did.

When Friday came, your feet were already carrying you towards your usual dining place before you knew it. What surprised you though is Iwaizumi standing right before the doors of your building, searching for you in the crowd. Seems like he is here to put a stop to your usual dinner galore. You sighed, already dejected to the scolding you're about to get.

“Hey,” you greeted Hajime glumly.

“Are the sweets that important?” he asks. You weren't wrong after all. He's here to berate you for losing track of your diet.

You looked up to answer him. To your surprise, his eyes weren't judging you at all. Instead they look at you with care, and something like regret laced in them. “Hajime?” you reached for his hand and held it in yours, “Is everything alright?”

"No, babe," he rested his other hand on your head making you wince slightly, “Are you alright?”

You blinked at his words, absorbing each one of it. “What?” you didn't mean to blurt it out like that but you did, so you can't take it back now.

He laughed softly although it was tainted with sadness, “I'm sorry, princess. I didn't even think of the stress you were getting from work. I let myself be swallowed by shallow things and missed to see the factors underneath your mood shifts.”

“Hey,” you squeezed his hand, “It's perfectly fine. I didn't check on you either, you know.”

He snorts, “I'm fine. At least until you grow into a monster if I keep denying you of your sweets.”

“Hajime!” you glared at him but he just answered it with a hearty laugh. It has been a while since you heard that. “I missed you.”

He smiled at the words he was waiting for you to say while snaking an arm around your shoulders. “I know. That's why we're going to the grocery to buy some stuff. So we'll never miss each other again.”

[evierena]

The Brothers eavesdropping to MC accidentally confessing their undying love for them. Part 1.

INTRO

MC was having their monthly catch-up call with their best friend in the Human Realm. At first, their friend could not believe the situation MC was living, but after a few calls they had finally come to accept the whole "I was summoned to Hell, but it's called Devildom, and now I have to live with 7 hot demon brothers and they are actually kinda nice" situation (yeah, Levi would be proud of my naming skills). Anyhow, during this specific call MC was filling in their friend with the latest update on their newfound feelings for one of the brothers, not knowing that said brother was actually outside their room, eavesdropping! And then, their friend asks "What is it about him that you love so much?"

What did MC respond? How did that brother react and what did he do with that information? Well, let's see...

Lucifer

- He was doing his nightly rounds, making sure everyone was in their room, and when he passed by your door he caught your laughter and he stopped for a second, just to absorb the sound and allow himself to relax a little. Then, out of the blue, he heard you saying: "I think I'm in love with him".

- Well, that was unexpected. He would never admit to anyone the way his heart skipped a beat for a moment there, and absolutely will never let you know that those simple words could stir such feelings within him.

- And then, with his demon senses, he heard another voice coming from your room. "Why? What is it about Lucifer that you love so much?"

- Now, for him, the world completely stopped moving, he put all of his demon hearing to work and capture every little sound around him, even his heart stopped and his blood froze in his veins to allow more silence around him.

- "He takes so much pride in his family, you know? In his position as the protector of his brothers and as the right hand of Diavolo, at first I thought that was it" you said, unaware of the petrified demon outside your door. "But now, I've come to love not just that. I love all the sides Lucifer has shown me, vulnerable, sick, angry, sad, stressed even murderous. He makes me feel motivated to be better, to strive for more, and I feel so proud knowing he trusts me that much. I just love him"

- After that, Lucifer's heart started beating like crazy in his chest, his blood running rampant through his body, and almost all reason escaped his mind. Almost.

- He managed to compose himself but he couldn't help the smug grin remaining in his face.

- Lucifer went back to his room after hearing your accidental confession, although he couldn't sleep thinking about his next move.

- For the following days he started to ampp up his game. He was always smiling at you, asking you to be by his side a little longer each time, lingering gloveless touches everywhere, he wanted to feel you and for you to feel him.

- You thought you were going crazy for sure, you didn't want to put your hopes up, but you couldn't help the throbbing sensation he provoked everytime he came a little closer a little longer, the flirty remarks, the intense stare and the knowing smile everytime you met his ruby gaze.

- So, finally, you went to his room in the night, determined to confess. And before all the courage you managed to gather escaped, you didn't even wait for him to completely open his door before spilling your heart out.

- "Lucifer, I'm in love with you!" you said closing your eyes, afraid of his reaction.

- But he lifted your chin to face him properly and you were welcomed with a smug smile and "I know" from his lips before he stole your breath in a deep heated kiss.

- In conclusion; after knowing you loved him, Lucifer intoxicated your mind with him until you confessed directly, so he could rely his own feelings to you.

Mammon

- It's a bad habit of his to just barge into your room without announcing himself, however, after so many times of you begging for him to just say something before entering, he finally remembered.

- So, he stopped himself on his tracks before doing exactly that, and that was all it took for him to hear your conversation with your best friend.

- "You are a moronsexual, I'm telling you"

- The heck is that?

- Mammon was completely confused, who was a moronsexual? What is a moronsexual? Is that something he could sell? Now, he is interested and waiting for your answer.

- "Shut it, don't call him a moron, 'kay? Besides, I don't see any problem with being in love with Mammon"

- Whoa, whaaaat? Who is in love with Mammon?... Wait, no, Who wouldn't be in love with THE Great Mammon, right?

- Mammon pressed his ear against your door, thinking he could hear better that way, but really it just suffocated the noise, and then he remembered he could just tuned his hearing. He was also beet red by that moment, internally thanking that none of his brothers could see him like that, he would never hear the end of it.

- "But, really MC, what do you love about Mammon?"

- Mammon catched his breath abruptly, remaining as still as possible.

- "Well, I love him because he's Mammon, and that means that I'll never be bored with him, and that he'll always be there for me when I need him, that I can trust him with my soul and he would never let me down. I love him because he is so generous even when he pretends he isn't, he is so sweet and cute but also really cool, and he is a total tsundere but he has opened himself to me, and everything about him is so complex and simple at the same time, I just... I love Mammon"

- You, my sweet MC, have officially broke Mammon.

- All of his blood was in his face, his heart was going rampant, his mind absorbed your words but couldn't understand what they meant, he was both ecstatic and terrified.

- And since he stopped functioning, he didn't realize you were walking towards the door until you opened up to stumble upon a teary eyed, flushed and very embarrassed Avatar of Greed.

- You knew he listened, there was no other motive to his state.

- Mammon stared at you intensely, deeply and loving and your face blushed as furiously as his. You finished the call with your best friend in stuttered, barely comprehensible words, and started fidgeting under Mammon's gaze.

- "Mammie?"

- You see, his brain wasn't aware that he was staring at you like that, he was just marvelling at how beautiful and precious you were. He was remembering all of your conversations; the way you always stood up for him, how you were always smiling at him, and that you never degraded him at all. And when you said his name he snapped back to reality.

- Then, in a both usual and unusual Mammon way, he launched himself at your arms in a very tight hug. Like you were his lifeline, and let's be honest, maybe you were, but he was yours just as much.

- "I love ya' MC" he muttered next to your ears, causing you to hold onto him even more.

- "I love you more, Mammie"

- "Nah, I love ya' much much more"

- And now you were in a duel to see who loved the other more, that eventually led to admit that you both loved each other and that was enough.

- You both spend that night in your bed, simply enjoying the other's warmth, pouring your love to your heart's content.

- And if you ever think that he will be separated from you ever again, you are terribly mistaken.

- Not that you minded, tho.

- In conclusion; Mammon would not wait another second away from you after hearing that you also love him as much as he loves you.

Leviathan

- Boy was going over to your room, to invite you play a new game he had just bought. As always, he had to take a second before knocking on your door to convince himself he wasn't being annoying.

- Then he listened to your rambling.

- "I feel so lightheaded when I'm with him, and I can't stop replaying everything on my mind when I'm alone, and I'm afraid he'll notice and be weirded out that a normie like me is head over heels for him"

- OMFF (oh my f***** father) what is this?? Is this like that time in "I accidentally eavesdropped on my normie best friend and discovered they're in love with me, how can I confess to them without being creepy?" (Ok, Levi would not be proud of my naming skills) no, no, no, waaaait, this could not be possibly be about him. Oh, no, you couldn't have possibly fallen for a yucky Otaku shut-in like him, there's no way... Right?

- "So, tell me, MC, what is it about this Leviathan that you love so much?"

- He was already sweating and trembling, but his heart definitely stopped for a concerning amount of time. If he wasn't a demon, he would most likely had already passed out right there and then.

- "I love how passionate he is, and how he always respects my privacy and he waits until I'm ready to talk, he doesn't pressure me into nothing, he gives me my space, I love how he can talk about what he likes so earnestly. I love that sparkle in his eyes when he's winning a difficult game and his razor focus when he is being really challenged by something. I feel so happy with Levi and I just want to make him see himself through my eyes so he could just stop belittle himself".

- Leviathan.exe has died. That's it.

- He literally passed out the moment those words came out of your mouth, so you heard a loud thud right outside and you found Levi face first on the floor.

- Nervousness is short to what you felt during the agonizing time he took to actually give any signs of being alive.

- When Levi woke up he didn't understand why was he laying in the floor of your room, but the moment his memories came flooding back he stand up and try to run away, his face a blushing mess.

- And as much as you wanted to stop him and apologize, you let him go, because he was clearly not ready for that conversation.

- So, a week passed and everyday you tried to contact him to no avail. Until you were finally done with playing hide and seek, you marched firmly (only in your mind 'coz you were shaking like a leaf) to his room and practically forced yourself in.

- The conversation went as you would think, stuttering, muttering, blushing messes both of you while confessing face to face your feelings for the other.

- And finally, after reassuring him, that yes, this is real, and yes you do love him, him, Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, not one of his brothers or anyone else but just HIM, he accepted your love.

- Levi gathered all of his very little confidence and went for a slight hug.

- In conclusion; this snek boy needs time, and a lot of reassurance to accept the truth and realize it's not a dream, you also love him.

Satan

- He was trying to retrieve one of the books he had lend you to study for your classes, but just before knocking on your door, he thought to himself to better do it tomorrow, it was already late and you were probably getting ready to sleep.

- That is, until he heard your giggling on the other side.

- "But, tell me, what is it about Wrath that you love so much?"

- Satan was confused and intrigued, what's this conversation about? Obviously, something about him, so he's going to listen.

- "First of, he is not Wrath, I mean Satan is the Avatar of Wrath, but he is not just Wrath, at all. He is so much more than that, he is his own person with his own feelings and thoughts, even more so than we are, because he has lived for thousands of years. He knows so much about a lot of things that are completely beyond my comprehension, but he always manages to make them reachable for my limited mind. I love how he can go from being a pain in Lucifer's ass to a soft and doting cat dad, the way he loses himself into compelling detective novels. I got it bad for him"

- Satan was speechless. His brows raised almost up until his hairline.

- He felt a pleasant warmth spreading through his body, did you really thought of him that way?

- Oh, boy, was he blushing, he even brought a hand to his face to cover from any non existent prying eyes.

- He heard you shuffling around in your room, so he decided to retreat to his own, already planning his confession as he was walking away in the hallway.

- That night, Satan wrote you a poem, an essay and a ode to you. He tried to portray his feelings, but he also felt something was missing and he cracked his head all night searching for it. He redid everything over and over again, looking for more beautiful, deeper words to describe the extent to his love for you.

- However, Satan fell asleep on top of all the manuscripts and drabbles of his "failures", and the next morning guess who was asked to go and fetch the blond demon for breakfast?

- Ok, could've been anyone, but for the sake of this HC, it was you, ok?

- So, you went, and knocked, and waited, and called for him, and knocked again, but nothing. So you enter through his surprisingly unlocked door, and found him sound asleep. And it was such an endearing sight, you just couldn't force yourself to disturb him.

- However, you did tried to cover him with a blanket from his bed and obviously (this is also for the sake of this HC) he woke up at the feeling of foreign touch.

- When he saw you, it clicked on him the thing he was missing for his confession.

- Eye contact.

- Satan jumped to his feet, held your hands, and declared his love for you with a deep blush in his cheeks, a little stuttering in his words, but so much honesty and passion in his green eyes, you were lost.

- In conclusion, Satan would try to make a romantic confession but he would ultimately just convey his feelings in a heart melting, brain wrecking monologue, you can't do nothing but love him even more.

If there's any grammar or spelling mistake I apologize, english is not my first language, and I would appreciated if you could kindly point it out for me so I can get better

Thank you for reading.

Atte. Evie

A/N: Part 2 is up! If you want to be tagged in it just ask me & I'll be delighted to.

Have a wonderful day/night and stay safe!

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[wild-oats-and-cornflowers]

Ooooo 1 and 11 for the salty asks

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? So I have ranted before about my strongest NOTP in this fandom, Prouvaire/Montparnasse. I'll leave a link to that there and pick a different OTP this time, and just to be difficult and mean I'm going to be very pedantic and say Enjoltaire, specifically as it I see it commonly shipped. Which is to say, with Enjolras characterized as some kind of tsundere and Grantaire characterized as a syrupy pure uwu Artistique softboi and they fall in earnestly romantic twoo wuv (sometimes Enj starts out as cruel and abusive to poor sad angel Grantaire and must Learn A Lesson about it first) and unproblematically snuggle-wuggle ever after. Even if one can ignore the poor fit this makes with M. Enj's own canon characterization, the mind frankly boggles at this depiction of Grantaire, who is canonically a loud boisterous trollface of a person and who loves to make fun of exactly the kind of overly-precious romancy stuff that goes into his characterization/this form of the ship. Furthermore, given their canonical characterization, any relationship between the actual characters would be very, very unhealthy. You aren't going to have a fine functioning romance between a) a person who's already married to his political principles and the forwarding thereof, holds himself and those close to him to very high standards, and who has no experience (or evident interest) in sexual matters and b) a person who is fixated on the other as some kind of gloriously attractive Ultimate Ideal, who expresses his fixation (which he himself doesn't fully understand) in really annoying and OTT ways including mocking those political principles, and who lives a wild cat-about-town life involving functional alcoholism. I LOVE canon-compliant Enjoltaire because this dysfunctional mismatch is incredibly interesting to me as a messed up, extremely non-uwu ship. I can't stand OOC cutesiness or poor-put-upon-Grantaire-gets-treated-badly-by-cruel-harpy-Enjolras in the ship, though.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Referring back to question 1, I like the canon versions of Enjolras and Grantaire, who aren't very popular from what I can tell.

[nicka-nell]

New prompt! New prompt! N e w p r o m p t! ✪ ω ✪ So I hope I understand rules right, but if not - I'm so sorry. May I request Sawamura Daichi + childhood friends + fluff + 23 + 36 and Aizawa Shota + kiss at midnight + fluff + 1 + 31?

Midnight Kiss (Aizawa x reader)

Childhood friends to lovers (Sawamura x reader)

Oh hiii! ♥ I hope you are fine :)) Ahhh and thank you for the request. You understand the rules right yes :)) So let’s go!

Valentine’s Day - Prompt Event | Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Aizawa x reader (kiss at midnight) Warning: just fluff  Prompts: 1.  “I missed being with you like this.“ 31. “Can I play with your hair?”

Again, you sit here, looking out into the dark sky, into the night full of stars, hoping Aizawa will be fine. Last time you heard from him was four days ago. A good night’s text, a message that he thinks of you and you should try to sleep. Nothing more. 

He is together with other top heroes in a battle against the villains. They work undercover and actually you shouldn’t know about it, but Aizawa could not just leave you in the dark. 

You haven’t seen him for ten days. For ten days you didn’t feel his warmth and sat alone outside on your terrace. Still sitting alone drinking your now-lukewarm tea. Even today he doesn’t come anymore. Admit to yourself, as you look into your empty teacup and change the cold of the night, by the warmth of your apartment to lie down in your shared bed. Without him. 

Another four days pass, in which you sit every evening on your terrace. Drinking tea and going to bed. Over two weeks have passed, the fifteenth night is coming.

Again, you sit in your sleeping clothes on the terrace, the long sleeves of your cardigan lie over your hands, while your tea cup is already empty and is now illuminated by the bright moon. He’s not here again. You sigh, hide your tears and close your eyes. You want to stay in the chilly night air for a minute. Sense the cold air on your skin for another minute. But it suddenly gets warm around your shoulders.

Aizawa is strongly convinced that you are already asleep. After all, it’s midnight. Therefore, he sneaks carefully into your apartment, only to acknowledge that the living room light is on and the bedroom door is still wide open.

Skeptically, he looks into it, finds there only an empty made bed, as he goes into the living room to see if you are not perhaps asleep on the couch. But you’re not there either. Instead, a slight breeze blows a strand of hair out of his face, causing him to look in the door's direction. He can look out into the free where he sees the person who gives him so much comfort.

Quietly you look at the sky, smiling a little while resting on the floor on a seat cushion, next to you an empty cup of tea. He doesn’t notice, but his corners of his mouth have slightly pulled up as he looks at your silhouette.

Again he goes back to the bedroom, fetches your thick blanket and steps together with it outside on the terrace. 

Quietly he sneaks up on you, lays the blanket over his and your body, before he silently pulls you from behind in his embrace. You say nothing either. Let his arms hold you to his body while he gives you a loving kiss on the crown.

Aizawa is not a man of big words. He’s not a person who reveals his emotions, but he would lie if he said he didn’t miss you. Although he never had a photo of you with him, because the fear was too big that the villains could do something to you, should they catch Aizawa. Still, he always had your picture before his eyes.

Your beautiful smile when you greet him with coffee in the morning. Your pouting when Aizawa had once again forgotten to eat the food you lovingly prepared for him. Your embarrassed gaze when you pulled on the zipper of his yellow sleeping bag to ask him to let you in and cuddle. He had really missed all that.

And now he is with you, has you in his arms, can feel your warmth on his skin, perceive your scent, watch you, while you can listen to the crickets chirping in peace. His arms pull you closer to him. Almost steal you the air out to breathe.

“I missed being with you like this.” His voice is serious, yet calm and full of love, as his thumbs caress your arms and he buries his head like a cat purring in the crook of your neck. Tired, Aizawa closes his eyes, enjoys the moment as your hand strolls towards his head and begins to scratch it.

You breathe with joy, smiling at the almost sleeping man on your shoulder as his lips separate and he lures up to you under his long eyelashes. “Can you turn to me, Y/n?” Although you are surprised that he is suddenly so touchy, you are also happy about his affection. After all, you missed him.

So you turn around, get closer to him to sit on his lap. But your smile fades. You gently pat him over his face, the beard stubble that has now almost become a real beard, over the large plaster that adorns his temple and think that he could probably have more injuries.

But your hand does not remain on his skin for long, as Aizawa’s hand wraps around your own and pulls it away from him, only to kiss your ankles afterwards. “Hey, kitten, it’s all right. Don’t look so sad.” 

Brooding, you try to believe him, try to smile as you look into his raven-black eyes. “Only on one condition.” You smile, but Aizawa doesn’t answer. He’s just looking at you, asking you with his gaze to continue.

“Can I play with your hair?” Of course you wanted that. Aizawa could have figured that out himself. You love burying your fingers in his hair, stroking them, playing with them. It always calmed you down, and he has to admit that it calms him down oddly too.

A slim smile spreads out on his lips, followed by a wordless nod which makes your face sparkle. The most beautiful sight for him.

Still on his lap, you braid his hair, humming happily and calming down in no time. You are sure that it will also calm Aizawa down, because his hands are no longer firmly around your body, meanwhile patting your back gently, while he has his eyes closed and tilts his head backwards.

For a while you linger like this until he bends his head slightly forward and looks at you with tired eyes. You notice how his grip gets a little tighter again, but not more tightly due to stress or tension, no more so, whether he is nervous, afraid of what he’s about to say.

“Y/n… You could really do this for hours… You know? I kind of like the way your little fingers glide through my hair.” Briefly he pauses, almost as if he is not sure to pronounce his next words. “If we ever have a daughter, you can both do it as long as you want.” His voice is confident, yet loving, while his gaze lies earnestly in yours.

You’re surprised by his words. He had never talked about own children. Always about his school class. However, it makes you happy, happy that he had thought about such a step. Happy that he apparently wants to make that step with you.

“Sounds good Shouta my love.” You smile happily and want to get up to go back to the warm with him. Since even if you’re clothed in the blanket, it’s cold outside. But his hands stop you, pull you up to him, so that your face is only a few inches away from his.

Embarrassed, he pokes your nose with his, gives you a nose kiss that makes you smile before he seals your quiet giggle with a proper kiss. Full of love, his warm lips press on yours, his beard tickles you a bit, but that doesn’t bother you right now.

For a moment, he loosens from your mouth, looks deep into your eyes, forehead pressed against forehead. “I love you Y/n. Let’s stay like this a little longer.” He whispers softly before closing his eyes to steal another kiss from your lips.

Pairing: Sawamura x reader (childhood friends) Warning: just fluff Prompts: 23. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.” 36. “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

Like every year, Valentine’s Day is the day you hate the most. These couples in love running through the city, taking photos of themselves and buying themselves completely overpriced gifts they don’t really need. Only love movies run on the TV and there is nothing else but the topic of love.

“Same shit repeatedly!” You curse while sitting on the sofa. You are still wearing your sweatpants, a wide shirt and plush socks while you cuddle up in your blanket and watch the third love film with a large cup of ice cream.

You’re annoyed that the same thing happens in every movie. The two young people know each other from an early age. Fall in love with other people to find out in the end that they only loved one person. And that’s the childhood friend. In the end, they are always a couple and live happily together.

You don’t know why, but you must think directly of Sawamura. About the fact that you two have known each other since the sandbox. Sawamura has always been an incredible man. No wonder some girls are after him. But you and him?

You’ve always been superb friends. The idea of kissing your best friend… Just as you want to think further, your vibrating cell phone gets you out of your mind. Surprised, you look at your display on which the name of Sawamura lights up.

Man of justice: There, there! What’s up with my little couch potato? Are you watching those stupid movies again? What do you say we go out and don’t think about that Valentine’s Day stuff? I’ll be there in 20 minutes?

Even though you were cold through the ice cream, you feel like your entire body is blazing like fire. You’re happy about Sawamura’s message. About him wanting to do something with you. Strangely enough, more than usual.

In a flash, you get up, barely answer him that you are waiting for him and go to your closet to find something to wear. You don’t realize that you grabbed the outfit that Sawamura likes best on you. Where each time he had laid his hand in the neck embarrassed and told you how the color and cut flatters you.

Also, you have your hair as well as he likes it most. All that subconsciously, but now that you’re standing in front of the mirror, you realize it. You want to look good for Sawamura. Your body wasn’t warm because you were under the blanket, no it was warm because you were happy about Sawamura’s message. Are you in love with him...?

No, it’s all just because of Valentine’s Day. Shaking your head, you look at your phone one last time to check the time when you hear the doorbell ringing and run like a happy toddler to the door.

Even though he knows you’re about to open the door, it feels like forever. But when he sees you standing in front of him, he forgets to breathe for a moment. You look incredible. Breathtaking, enchanting, like a real, beautiful woman.

“Daichi? Everything okay with you?” Brings him your voice back to the present, while you wave your hand at him, as if you want to see him react. 

He is sure that his cheeks are red; he is sure that his voice will sound equally strange when he opens his mouth to answer you. “Sure! Anyway, let’s go, huh?” He answers you in an odd bright tone.

But you think nothing of it. Pat him on the shoulder and walk past him. In a funny way you bend forward, stretch one arm in the road's direction and bend the other to signal Sawamura to follow you. 

“Please… After you, my dear sir.” You say in a voice that should imitate a butler, as Sawamura laughs and pulls you along by your hand.

Together you walk through the park. As everywhere else, they set many stalls up for Valentine’s Day. Many couples walk hand in hand through the area. Everyone has roses, teddy bears, chocolate or any other cheesy stuff in their hands, which only makes your eyes roll. But Sawamura only laughs.

“Come on, leave the poor lovebirds alone. They’re all madly in love.” He smiles, which causes your pulse to speed up. If it’s his smile? Or his hand that suddenly touches your back gently? You don’t know, but for some inexplicable reason, you feel strange around him today.

The brown-haired one notices that you do not answer him, just looks at him lost in thought and is not sure if he has not said something wrong. Pondering, he puts his hand down his neck and looks carefully around the park. 

“Say Y/n… Are you maybe hungry? Should I get us two portions of the dumplings over there? They look good, don’t you think?” But you just shake your head. You’re still full of that cup of ice cream you ate at home, but it’s too embarrassing for you to tell Sawamura. So you tell him you’re not very hungry, but you’d like to share a portion with him.

Nodding, he makes his way to the stall, while you wait for him leaning against a wall. You’re watching him from a distance, how he, with his hands in the pocket of his coat, swaying back and forth on his legs, waiting for the line in which he is standing to get smaller.

“That such a pretty girl like you is all alone in this park is really a crime. Don’t you think?” Disgusted, you look aside, where that voice came from, when you look into the face of a young man who has already fixed you as his prey.

“I’m not alone.” You answer only annoyed and go a step further away from him, but that does not interest him, because he has already filled the gap with his body. “Hm, can’t see a person next to you.” Again, this man grins, and again you want to take a step backwards as you feel a hand on your lower back gently hugging your body and pulling you away from the man.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Kisses Sawamura’s loving words, your ears and makes your cheeks glow. “Yeah… everything’s alright.” You answer irritated, but play along with him, because you want to get away from this man.

“Good. Then let’s go. If you’ll excuse us.” With these words, Sawamura gives the man a dark look, which you do not notice. You’re too caught up in this brief illusion that Sawamura’s words could be true. 

But even as you turn around, Sawamura looks back at the man who stares at you with tight eyes when your best friend reaches for your hand. It is warm and incredibly soft. Yet, ironically, it’s big and strong wrapped around your little one.

Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip, trying to hide a smile, because this tiny touch makes you so happy. But you don’t seem to be the only one who likes it. Then Sawamura’s gaze is already on your face, walking down to your hands linked.

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” He smiles as he raises your hand with his, as if he wanted to show you what he meant by that. Puzzled, you just stare at him with your mouth open, not noticing that you are standing in front of a bench where you wanted to sit down to eat your food.

“Come on, sit down and eat before the food gets cold.” He has barely finished his sentence, since his warmth has already left your hand. Smiling, he pats on the empty seat, asking you to sit next to him.

You sit there together now, eating your differently filled dumplings, while you wonder what Sawamura meant by the fact that your hand fits so well into his. 

“I’m really sorry about that guy. But I didn’t want to make a big fuss, so I thought it best to just call you my girlfriend. I’m really sorry if that made you uncomfortable Y/n.” Apologizes Sawamura, who has already eaten half of his dumpling. 

But you’re just mumbling that it’s okay. That you didn’t mind, you even thanked him for pulling you away from that guy. Instead of answering you, he turns back to his bun with a smile which you do too.

It tastes really delicious, is filled with an insanely tasty cream and stimulates your hunger. Sawamura would certainly like this cream, too, you think, as your heart beats a few beats faster. Why do you speculate about him so much suddenly?

“Do you want to try? The stuffing is really delicious!” Now it bubbles out of you, and your cheeks pound with warmth. Even a little overwhelmed by your loud voice, he startles briefly before he smiles again and puts his hand around yours as he leads it to his mouth.

Embarrassed, you watch him clasp your hands and bite off a piece. He chews pleasurably when his hand leaves yours. Sawamura notices that you are still looking at him, sees that your gaze is suddenly different.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” But you don’t answer him. Brooding, he looks down at his dumpling, which is almost eaten when he stretches it out to you and asks you if you want a piece too.

Actually, you are already full, but Sawamura keeps the bun so close to your face that you can not help but take a bite. Although it is quite hearty, it tastes delicious. Sawamura also seems to recognize this by your satisfied face, and by the fact that a bit of the cream filling sticks to your cheek.

He chuckles as he uses his free hand to position it under your chin and uses his thumb to remove the food. Embarrassingly, you freeze by his touch, by the incredible closeness, since Sawamura is now only a few inches away from you.

“What’s wrong with you today, Y/n? You’re acting weird.” His deep voice embeds your body. “Nothing…” You stutter, turn away from him and quietly eat up your dough bag without even looking in Sawamura’s direction once more.

You sit there in silence, with your stomachs full, and look at the giggling, kissing couples. But you want to break this unpleasant calm. Want to ask him if you’d rather do something else than sit in a park, but a whole other question slipping your lips.

“What did you mean earlier? That my hands fit so well into yours?” Frightened by your question, you put your hands on your mouth, but Sawamura scratches his neck awkward when he turns to you and seeks eye contact.

“You know, I kind of had to think about the past. Because I always helped you up when you fell. And back then, I thought it was cute how well your little hand fitted into mine.” Almost a little disappointed, your fingers slide down from your lips to your lap. You don’t understand why your heart suddenly feels so weird. Why it hurts, even though nothing bad has happened.

Again you look forward as Sawamura’s hand sits on your lap. “Earth to Y/n!” He laughs, but you don’t. You just stare at him before you wander at the hand in your lap. Unconsciously, your fingertips are moving towards them. Turn his hand before they tickle his palm.

Instinctively you stroll to the one place where Sawamura always twitches with his little finger when you tickle him there and have to smile unintentionally. Back then, you thought it was lovable. That he was still doing it is really sweet.

“Say Y/n… Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?” His calm voice gets you out of your mind. Afraid you’ll swallow a giant lump. You’re afraid he’ll tell you something that makes you sad, but you nod.

“Okay, I’ll just say it straight ahead… I like you. No, I mean, I like you more than a normal friend would do. I love you. I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

He… loves you? Sawamura Daichi, your best friend, your childhood friend should love you? Your feelings are no longer in harmony. They are going crazy. They show you at the same time that you feel fear but also joy. Let your heart race.

“I… I don’t know what to say, Daichi… The thing is… I feel really weird around you today. My heart feels odd, my stomach tingles and… And I don’t know why, but somehow I was hoping… You saying that to me…” 

Your last words are so quiet that the brown-haired man hardly understands them.

“But I don’t know if I feel that way just because it’s Valentine’s Day? I don’t know, Daichi… I don’t understand myself right now.” He sees the fear in your eyes. The fear he had before he confessed his feelings to you. The fear he still has, the fear of being rejected. But you don’t reject him.

Because your hands press the hand that lies on your lap so firmly that Sawamura almost senses the feeling of numbness in it. He just smiles, hopes to take away the fear you and bends forward.

He removes the last inches that still separated your face to give you a loving kiss on the cheek. “It’s all right, Y/n.” Take your time, I can tell you all this again in two weeks, when you don’t think about Valentine’s Day anymore.” 

He whispers to you with his eyes closed before he gives you a poke with his nose and moves away from you again.

But you don’t need two weeks. Then, in the evening, you lie on the sofa in Sawamura’s arms, surrounded by silence, listening to him revel in old memories while he plays with your fingertips in a loving way.

[detectivedamian]

I don't know if my last message sent because I tried to attach a meme of a cat crying and biting its paw, so just in case I'll send it again.

I have come to confess my Damijon Jondami sin... I love Jon, I do, really, I swear, but I'm masochist that loves angst and sad endings and that's why I love Damicain so much. From the first moment Cain appeared I knew he'd be awful, bad, cruel, and the more I read the more I convinced myself I was right, but holy moly do I love angst

I wish I could say I’m sorry, but uh... IICBETY was tagged as Eventual Happy Ending 😂 I love that you love Cain, it warms my heart that you are attached to a character I breathed life into. OCs are so scary to introduce, and there are so many ways to accidentally make an OC feel forced or annoying and I’m just so happy Cain wasn’t that for you. Because of the response I’ve gotten to IICBETY, I plan to use Cain and Abele in future works of mine. There are fewer ways to compliment me so earnestly than to say you want Damian to end up with Cain!

However...

I am somebody who openly despises sad endings, I’m afraid you won’t find any from me 😂 I stay away from copious amounts of heavy themes, drugs, sex, murder, backstabbing... I only like angst that can be fixed with an honest word, with love. Misunderstandings, pining, jealousy, self-esteem, things that are innocent but hurt like hell in your chest. Anything else makes me either irrationally angry or empty and soulless. In short, I will never write, read, or recommend what I consider to be torture porn. While I hate feeling that way, and I stay far far away from works carrying those themes, there are other authors that may suit your tastes more.

@queerbutstillhere-writes I’ve heard writes a great many extremely dark things that, while I would never touch with a ten foot pole, Korey explores openly. Lots of my friends read Korey’s works, and going by their advocacy, I’d say checking out their fic Mors Est Ex Sanitatem is a good alternative for you!

Though less heavy, @screennamealreadyused tends to write quite a bit of angst with no happy ending in sight (of which I have yelled at her for over Discord on more than one occasion 😂😂😂), though she also does her fair share of fluff, too. I’d recommend her as well, she doesn’t shy away like I do from sad endings.

[phanbliss]

1:)

thank you and sorry this one took so long, i’m still going through the prompts :)

words: 1.7k

rating: g

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17325368 (i recommend reading on ao3, formatting gets messed up on mobile)

prompt: “That’s starting to get annoying.”

Phil leaves his socks. Everywhere.

It’s taken Dan months to truly notice, and even longer to start caring. When they first moved in together, Dan was far too busy being happy to bother with stuff like that.

Sure, he noticed that Phil was a messy person, but then again, so was Dan. Dan’s room back home always looked like he had a permanent natural disaster for a flatmate, so it’s not like he was perfect. He wasn’t perfect then, and he still isn’t now.

Since moving in with Phil, he tries way harder - and judging by the general state of their flat, so does Phil. Dan remembers Phil’s room back home too. Yeah, that was a lot worse. Right now, they have a few dishes waiting in the sink, they have a pile of laundry they should have done last week, and they have some clothes on the bathroom floor. It’s all stuff that Dan can live with, especially considering that he contributes to it too.

They made a list of rules when they started living together, including all sorts of things - amongst them, cleaning. They stick to it, more or less. So… it’s not too bad.

But the socks. The socks are starting to do his head in.

Socks on the rug. Socks on the sofa. Socks on the bed or even on the pillows. Dan doesn’t know how Phil even does it, because he never once caught him in the act. The socks just appear out of nowhere, and they’re not Dan’s socks, they’re definitely Phil’s. Dan doesn’t believe in the supernatural, so the sock goblin is out of the question.

Phil leaves his socks everywhere, and it’s a bit of a problem.

-

“Should we organise our socks? I think I’ve lost a couple,” he tries one day when they’re snuggled up on the sofa, trying his hardest to sound casual.

“Oh, I keep losing them,” Phil replies, oblivious. “It’s the sock goblin.”

Dan is smiling, voice soft, even though he’s quite nervous on the inside. “Yeah, probably. But I mean, we could try and sort them out, right?”

Phil half-shrugs, but he doesn’t let go of Dan, and makes no move to stand up.

“Of course, if you want.” And then Phil kisses his temple, and his cheek, his jaw, his neck, and Dan forgets that they were meant to be sorting through socks.

-

The next time he tries to do something about the socks, he just goes through the entire flat, collecting socks and throwing them in the laundry. A lot are mismatched, almost all of them are Phil’s.

The thing is, Dan doesn’t know how to approach the subject with Phil. They never really argue, not properly, and it feels like Phil might get… sad? Upset, maybe?

It’s easier if he just does it himself.

It’s only a few days before the socks are found in the strangest of places. Dan doesn’t know why they bother him, but they kind of do.

But nobody is perfect - even though in Dan’s eyes, Phil is.

-

“Phil?” Dan begins as they’re cooking dinner.

“Yeah?”

“I…” Dan pauses. He wants to ask about the socks, but instead, he says something else. “Do you think we should clean today?”

Phil frowns at him, tilting his head a little. “Today? It’s not our cleaning day, is it? It’s Sunday.”

Dan releases a sharp, nervous breath. “Um, yeah, well—it is, but—”

“But?”

“I just—it’s a bit messy, you know. The—like, there’s like… there's… our clothes? You know?”

Phil’s frown fades, giving way to worry mixed with amusement.

“Same as always, then? Dan, are you okay?” Phil rests his hand on Dan’s shoulder, then pulls him into a quick side hug. “You’re being a bit weird.”

Dan loves it. Phil’s embrace, them cooking dinner together in this small Manchester flat. And he doesn’t want them to argue about socks.

So he drops it.

“No, I’m good, yeah.” Dan gives Phil a peck on the cheek. “Super good.”

-

Finally, the day comes when the dam breaks, and all of Dan’s feelings on the sock matter are set free.

It’s gotten to the point where he is less upset about the socks, and more upset about the fact that he is keeping something from Phil. He keeps playing out different versions of the conversation over and over in his head, and for whatever reason, they all end in disaster, so he avoids it.

It’s not like they never argued, but it’s just—it’s just that Dan, despite the fact that their relationship is not that new anymore, never really had to indicate that something bugged him. They fit together like two puzzle pieces; they haven’t had a hard time adjusting. If they procrastinated, they did it together. If they kept a mess, they were both responsible. That was never a problem.

But the socks, that’s just Phil, and it's—it’s harder than expected to actually say that out loud.

Today, Dan is a bit grumpy. He had an argument with his mum on the phone, he slept badly, and he’s hungry. And then he finds Phil’s sock on the kitchen counter. The bloody kitchen counter. That’s what finally tips the scale for him.

He isn’t about to start a big argument. There’ll be no screaming or anything of the sort. But maybe the sock thing had become big enough an issue for him to actually talk. Phil won’t be mad at him.

Right?

Dan takes the sock and carries it over to Phil, who is sat on the sofa with his laptop, editing his new video. He unceremoniously drops it on Phil’s laptop, grabbing his attention.

Phil jumps a little, stares down at the sock in confusion, then transfers that same look towards Dan.

“Phil,” Dan begins and then falls silent, suddenly unsure how to proceed.

“Why are you giving me my sock?” Phil asks after a pause.

“Because it was on the kitchen counter!” Dan exclaims, finally finding the strength to do it without hesitating. The next thing he says sounds mild in comparison. “Your sock thing, Phil. It's… it’s starting to get a bit annoying.”

They look each other in the eyes - Dan looking down, Phil looking up - and say nothing for a moment. Phil seems to be bewildered. Dan, on the other hand, is almost scared of hearing Phil’s response.

“My sock thing?” Phil finally repeats, perplexed.

“Yes, your sock thing. You leave your socks everywhere , and I tried to get it under control, but I can’t. You need—I want you to—I want you to stop.”

Phil considers Dan’s words for a moment, puts the laptop away and stands up, still looking Dan in the eyes.

“Why haven’t you said that it’s been bothering you? I knew something was off. I even asked you.”

Dan breaks eye contact, looking down to the floor. “I was… I was a bit scared? I guess. I don’t want to argue with you, but Phil—” He looks up again, eyes boring into Phil’s. “Phil, I can’t stand the sock thing. Seriously.”

Phil’s gaze softens as he smiles sheepishly. He cups Dan’s cheek, and Dan leans into the touch.

“I’m going to try to get better, alright? Promise.” Phil pauses, waiting for Dan to respond. When Dan nods, Phil adds, “And Dan?”

“What?”

Phil brings his other hand up to Dan’s face, now with both hands on his cheeks, then slides them down to Dan’s shoulders.

“You never have to keep stuff from me, alright? I'm—I’m messy and clumsy and—and you need to tell me if something annoys you.”

The knot that was continuously tightening somewhere in Dan’s chest suddenly releases its hold on him, and he smiles earnestly. Why was he ever scared of confronting Phil? It’s Phil. Phil doesn’t get mad.

“I’ll try.”

-

2018

Phil is still sleeping when something lands on his face. Something soft.

He opens his eyes with a start, blinking into the thing that is now covering his vision. Startled, he removes it and sees not one, but two of his fox socks. Then he sees Dan standing above him, and Phil can’t see Dan’s expression without putting on his glasses, but he can pretty much guess.

Phil doesn’t say anything. He knows what is coming.

“What are your socks doing on the coffee table?!” Dan shouts, not wasting any time.

The coffee table. Well…

“Um, I dunno? Maybe I saved them there for later?” he replies. He grabs his glasses off the nightstand and puts them on.

“Save them on your fucking feet, Phil. That’s where socks go. Or in the drawers, or in the laundry. It’s not rocket science. Actual years of this shit, I swear,” Dan rants, and rants, and rants.

Phil does feel a bit guilty. He will try harder.

It never works, though. They both know it. It’s a disease, a sock-disease.

“You know my mum is coming over later. What if hadn’t noticed them? What would I tell her? Oh, sorry mum, it’s just that Phil can’t keep his socks in the —”

Phil, having heard all of this many times before, throws one of the socks up in Dan’s face. Dan instantly falls completely silent, staring at Phil with shock in his eyes. And seeing that, Phil can’t help it. He simply starts laughing.

It takes a moment, but Dan eventually joins him, laughing at the very thing that Phil knows has been driving him bonkers for years. It’s not that Phil doesn’t care. It’s just one of the habits he can’t seem to break.

Once they calm down, Phil is sitting up, Dan still standing over the bed. Dan is shaking his head, smiling at Phil with more fondness than he probably deserves right now.

Phil is lucky, really. Even if he gets woken up by socks on his face, he’s lucky, so lucky. It’s amazing that after years and years, Dan still manages to laugh when Phil throws his own socks back at Dan’s face.

“I hate you,” Dan says, then abruptly pulls the covers off of Phil. “Enough napping. Sort out the sock thing. I need to vacuum.”

With an affectionate smile, Phil gets up and goes on a sock hunt. It’s the least he can do after all these years.

[matrixaffiliate]

A Twist of Fate

Co-written with @hufflepuffmarlenemckinnon

FFN and AO3

Chapter 14

Minos had the two half-deities celled separately from the 12 mortal tributes. The cell was small and dark, but there were cots at least. Sirius wondered if the show he'd put on was to thank for that.

Marlene led him by the hand to sit down with her on one of the cots. He was certain that she hadn't touched him this much the day before. Part of him savored every little touch, but the overwhelming fear that he would cross a line he couldn't uncross was not particularly pleasant.

The whole painful experience was made more confusing by the fact that she'd started to act the way she had. He wasn't sure he could let himself believe she was flirting. Perhaps she was just affectionate with him because he didn't fear her, and she'd made it clear that wasn't something that she had encountered often. That didn't mean she had real feelings for him. It certainly didn't mean that she wasn't betrothed to another man.

He stopped himself in his thoughts when he started rationalizing that she didn't even know the man. It was pointless to go down that road. Besides. They had a job to do.

"So," he ran his thumb along the back of her hand, "as much fun as giving Minos a headache was, I don't think I can actually annoy the Minotaur to death."

"No? Do you think you might try getting it drunk? Flirting with it? Teaching it to dance?" He was almost sure she was toying with him. The way she bit down on her lower lip was incredibly distracting.

Focus.

"Charming." He rolled his eyes, though the mental image of an inebriated dancing Minotaur was undeniably amusing. "You know that I was earnestly trying to think of a way my abilities might be useful?"

"Did you have any ideas?" She took his other hand in hers. Then she scooted in closer to him, face to face. His breath caught in his chest. He had focus hard and concentrate on the task at hand. Under no circumstances could he look into her eyes. So he looked down at their intertwined hands. That was barely an improvement at all.

"So dogs are used to track beasts. That's something. I could use my dog nose to help."

"You know," he could hear the smile on her voice, "you could. That's clever."

"You sound shocked. So rude, honestly!" He smirked and made the mistake of looking up at her. But Fate had smiled upon him because she had thrown her head back to laugh at him.

"I'm not shocked that you're clever. I'm shocked that you intend to have a plan. I thought you were allergic."

"Desperate times."Sirius chuckled, "Don't rat me out to my father."

"If you don't tell my mother that I've never felt so unsure of my own destiny as right now." Her voice went hollow. This fear was sucking the light out of her and Sirius hated it. He had no idea what he could do to help but he didn't have it in himself to refrain from trying.

He reached out and brushed his hand over her cheek. "Marlene…I don't know your destiny any more than the guard outside, but I really hope it's something good. You deserve something good."

"You actually did inherit your father's better qualities you know." She ran her fingers along his and Sirius felt it like an electric shock to his heart. "You're kinder than I gave you credit for, at first."

"I can be annoying and childish if it'd be a comfort to you?" He made a stab at humor, it was the only distance he could bring himself to accept at this point.

"You're ridiculous." She laughed at him. "Tell me a story. That would be a comfort right now."

Marlene shifted her position on the little cot to lying down. A little tilt of her head and gentle pull on his fingers was all it took to convince Sirius to do the same. This was getting incredibly dangerous, but he couldn't bring himself to put distance between them. He wanted to be close to her, even if it hurt.

She settled in against his chest, just as she had slept the night before. And Sirius forced himself to talk, because if he didn't talk he was going to kiss her.

"Well do you know how Zeus ended up married to Hera?" He trailed gentle touches along her back while he spoke, keeping his eyes on her shoulder.

"I don't," her voice was quiet now. "Did someone trick Zeus into thinking he was attending a conception party?"

"No," Sirius chuckled, his voice matching hers, "but that does sound like a party he'd attend. Or rather, it sounds like a party he'd host."

"Who exactly would accept such an invitation?" Marlene laughed, sliding her hands along his chest, "Surely not Hera."

"Not at all. But he did actually pursue Hera. Zeus begged her to be his wife and queen for hundreds of years and she always said no."

Her hand found its way up to his hair. She ran her fingers carelessly through his dark waves. He felt like he was losing his mind and if he didn't know better he'd say she was enjoying having this effect upon him.

"That was very rational of her. What changed?" Her voice gave away nothing. He wondered how much of this building tension between them was a product of his imagination? All of it, perhaps? Was this a dream?

"Zeus. He changed himself into a bird," Marlene's giggles made his heart jump. He couldn't help but laugh along with her as he continued the story, "a very pathetic drowning bird, specifically. She fell in love with the sad little bird. Once Hera was smitten, he transformed back to his usual Zeus shape and she agreed to marry him."

"The overarching theme in the Zeus stories is that he's a more attractive romantic prospect when he appears to be some sort of animal." She laughed harder. "I don't know how to feel about this."

He let himself get distracted by the laughter they were sharing, and he made a fatal mistake. He found himself looking straight into her eyes. Her smile shined through in those incredible bright blue eyes. She was magnetic and he was weak. His lips came down to meet hers and his mind went blank for a moment. He was void of thoughts and overflowing with feeling. Her perfect soft lips were pliant under him at first, then she was kissing back with an almost desperate hunger.

Suddenly thought came pouring back into his mind like Poseidon's most wrathful storm. He pulled away and gasped in too much air all at once.

"I'm sorry. I'm… sorry... You're to be married to someone else and I… shouldn't have… done that...I'm sorry." He couldn't look at her. He really wished his father had taught him how to disappear.

She said nothing in response but reached up to his face, and pulled him back in, kissing him with a fervor that had to mean something. Perhaps it was doomed not to last but he had to have been destined to kiss this woman without reservation this once. They felt too right together for him to believe this moment was anything other than his fate.

[thelittleamethystcat]

Prompt? Marvel, whatever, based off this: We're neighbors, you just moved in a month ago, and your music is usually really loud. I've come to find that I enjoy most of the songs you play and started a personal playlist of them. The thing is I heard a loud argument come from your apartment 3 days ago and since then I can't hear any music from your apartment. I'm just worried. I don't know if I should knock...

“Then I saw her face!” Steve shifted his feet across the floor in time with the music blaring from the other side of the wall, belting out the next line knowing the music was too loud for his neighbor ever hear him. “NOW I’M A BELIEVER! Not a trace- bah bah bah- of doubt in my mind- I’m in LOVEoooooh-” He abruptly dropped his tone for the last line of the chorus as the music was turned down for the first time in what felt like forever. Steve should be mad about the noise, but he couldn’t bring himself to be even a little annoyed. His neighbor had stellar taste in music.

And now that the music had been turned down, Steve kinda missed it. And then the shouting started...

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It had been three days since Steve had heard the vicious arguing in the apartment next to his....and three days since he’d heard any music...or any movement, and even though Steve had never met his neighbor he felt a pang of worry. He stepped cautiously out into the hallway, not quite all the way to the next door over as he considered his choices.

But in the end, it was an obvious one. Regardless of the fact that the only thing he knew of this person was their taste in loud music, it was still a person in there, and Steve was worried that the fight he’d heard had turned ugly. If something was wrong, someone had to help. He reached forward, and let out a half breath as he knocked on the door.  

To Steve’s relief, he heard a shuffling inside. He’d watched enough crime shows to have been worried he might have found a body. But the man who opened the door was definitely alive, though he hardly looked like he felt it. He was shorter than Steve by just a few inches, but more powerfully built. His long dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. His eyes looked tired and sore, red lining the lower rims. “ What?”

Steve wet his lips. “Hey, uhm...I was just checking in- wait, back up. I’m your neighbor.” He started over, feeling a flush of nervousness as the man’s expression grew less and less receptive. “I wanted to make sure you were okay, I-....always hear your music, and I hadn’t....heard anything-” He was losing steam, the man’s steely gaze making his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth.

“I’m fine.” The response was curt and tight, his mouth drawn into a line. “I won’t bug you with the music anymore.” 

Steve shook his head earnestly. “No, I...kinda liked it.” He offered, trying again to find a little softness in the neighbor he so often imagined, but never like this. 

“Yeah,” He snorted dryly. “Well, it’s gone. It was all stuff my boyfr-....ex....liked.” He gritted out.  

Steve’s expression tugged into a grimace. “That....that sucks. I’m sorry.” He tried to offer, only for his neighbor to huff a dry, ‘yeah’ and close the door in his face. 

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Steve let three more days go by, the silence from the apartment now less worrisome and more just sad...And finally, Steve tried something he hoped would help even if his neighbor didn’t care to see him. He didn’t need too. Steve turned up the speakers on his computer and started playing his favorite songs, ones he’d never heard coming from the other apartment. 

And for a while, there was nothing, not that Steve even knew what he was waiting for. 

And then, a week later, when Steve had paused his music to listen to his phone messages, he heard music coming from the other side of the wall. From then on, they alternated, Steve playing a few songs before the music would come from his neighbor's apartment for a little while. 

Three weeks from when it had all started, Steve found a cased CD and a sticky note slid under her door. 

Hey, so I was a dick, sorry :( Thanks for checking on me, I made you a playlist of some stuff I thought you might like. Come by for a beer some time? -Bucky (Your dick neighbor) 

STILL TAKING MARVEL PROMPTS