#I’m fine btw. Perfectly safe and fine. Just annoyed

[ladyzayismultifandom]

The Kiss of Death

L Lawliet x Fem!Reader Genre: awkard cute fluff with everyone's favorite detective

Description: On the ongoing mission to take Kira down, L and Y/N must sacrifice their dignity when Light (intentionally) messes up their excursion. A/N: This is pre-cuffed L and Light era btw! And f/n = fake name.

Kira is still on the loose taking innocent people lives and with no concrete evidence to the existence of the “Death Note” or “Shinigami’s” Lawliet was put into a corner. He was 98% sure that Light Yagami was Kira purely based on vibes but nothing else that serves as evidence has worked. Close surveillance in his house has been a little useful but he hasn’t cracked him just yet. Light was good. Too good.

After ruthless nights of arguing Watari thought it would be a good idea to call in reinforcements from the infamous Wammy House where L was raised. Those reinforcements were you. You’ve never been to Japan before but you were excited to help an old friend. With an IQ of 150 and cunning eye for detail you would be a great asset to the task force. Once he find out you were on your way L sent you a file with all the information he found along with a detailed list of all the task force members. You got everything you need to know but you hate that fake name he came up with.

When you got off the private jet Watari sent you, Matsuda and Light were waiting for you at the end of the stairs.

“So he sent the killer right to me. Interesting” You thought. You took a good look of Matsuda. He was a good man, socially awkward, probably a bit annoying, but a good cop. He fidgeted with his fingers the more you looked at him. Meanwhile Light didn’t seem bothered at all. He stared right back but not at you. It was like he was staring deep within your soul and if you weren’t paying attention you would have missed the tiny smile fighting to break out. He was definitely up to something but what?

Taking off your sunglasses you walked down the stairs and offered your hand out to Matsuda who held it like a fragile piece of of fine china. He raised it up and kissed it which wasn’t something you were expecting but flattered either way.

“Enchante, I’m f/n” You offered your hand to Light as well to which he firmly shook for a second and let go. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you. Matsuda was ever the gentlemen who might be confused of your customs but has good intentions. Light shook your hand like a man trying to prove himself. He wanted you to think he saw you as an equal when that couldn't be farther than the dark truth that lie beneath. This case is going to be good.

“I’d like to speak to Ryuzaki alone if that’s okay. “ You asked the task force after meeting everyone officially. Watari escorted them all out leaving you and your sugar fiend friend alone. For a moment you sat in silence until it felt safe to speak.

“Lawliet”

“It’s Ryuzaki”

“I’m not calling you that.”

“Then you put me at risk f/n.” You roll your eyes at the way he refuses to use your real name. You were alone after all.

“How could I put you at risk when we both know that Kira is Light?” You put your cup of tea up to him and he puts three sugar cubes in there. At the Wammy House, every child had their thing and yours is tea which goes perfectly with cake hence the beautiful friendship you have with Lawliet now.

“So you believe me?”

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Well-

“Other than that.” You took a sip.

“I know it’s him. I need evidence. That’s why you’re here f/n”

“Does anybody other than Watari and I know you’re real name?” He shook his head no. Perfect. A plan was brewing.

Weeks go by and you get to know everyone. Sadly the result was still the same. Light was definetly Kira but he had help. Originally you thought his father was in on it but after personally interrogating him it became clear that Soichiro Yagami did not know or even consider that his son could be a criminal nonetheless a cold blooded killer. Lights girlfriend Misa Amane on the other hand only pretended to be a bimbo everyone thought she was. If she wasn’t so head over heels over Light she might have been a great force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, the charismatic cult-like charms of Light got to her before then. She's the perfect fall person if things went south for him. There’s was another accomplice helping Light get away with his crimes but his identify has been tough to crack. You’ve searched for people under the name Ryuk and haven’t found anything so far. Looking back at the early surveillance tapes of Light in his room it did look like he was trying hard to ignore something on his mind. Could it have been someone there? Someone the camera didn’t catch? Is this the power of a shinigami?

Another day with the task force trying to find all the things in common with Kira's victims besides how they die you turn to genius next to you.

“Ryuzaki?”

“Yes f/n”

“Let’s go out” Matsuda almost choked on his spit making you burst into a laughing fit. Lawliet was not amused.

“I assume you mean all of us?” He says not even sparing you a glance as you teasingly look at him.

“Of course. What else would I mean? A day off would be nice right boys?” You look at the rest of the men who are relieved to hear that except Light. Just like Lawliet, he didn't look too amused. You smirk as you take a sip of tea.

“You did that on purpose” Lawliet mumbled

“You love it.” You whispered before turning around in your spinny wheelchair. Stretching your arms before you do a big clap that makes the whole task force except Light and Lawliet jump. You smile.

"So who wants to go on a little excursion tomorrow? I'm sure Kira wouldn't mind if we didn't hunt them for a day. "

"Until they kill someone else." Light claims

"And then I'll know it's you," Lawliet says. The two stare menacingly at each other.

"Let's not point any fingers. Light is still not 100% in the clear yet but he's also a part of the team. It could be Matsuda for all we know" Your innocent joke lightened the mood making all the men chuckle to themselves. Little did they know they were all pawns in your game.

"Yes... matter of fact Light why don't you set up an excursion for us? I'm sure you have friends that travel locally and if you're not Kira nothing will go wrong and Ryuzaki can relax. Right?" You suggest.

"And if you are I'll have the pleasure of putting you behind bars."

"Fine. If that's what it takes." Light says. The familiar tugging at his lips starts but they never go into full bloom as if he's trying to hide it. Tomorrow you're finally going to find out what his game is and who he's playing it with.

Later that night when you were alone drinking tea while Lawliet ate cake the two of you discussed all the possible mistakes Light could make to prove he's Kira to everyone. Killing someone would be too obvious but he could make it look like an accident or even frame another person on the task force so that was possibility number one. Possibility number two is he finds a way to get Misa alone to do his bidding. That would be the easiest thing to do to get him out of the clear for everyone else but not the two of you since you know she's his accomplice. To prevent that from happening, you'll have Matsuda or Soichiro keep a close eye on her the entire excursion. There was another possibility that you didn't bring up on purpose. This was because if Lawliet knew he would be totally against it seeing as it would put him at risk but you realized the unusual pattern of all Kira's victims a long time ago. They all die of a heart attack, most have some kind a criminal record of some kind or they know Kira true identity before they die. Most importantly Kira's victims full name are always on public record except the one he wants to kill the most which sparked an idea. What if you gave Light L's real name? Would he try to use it? Most importantly would it work? Along with Mello and Near you were raised with Lawliet but there is the possibility that even the name you became fond of calling him wasn’t real. Deep inside you know he wouldn’t lie to you. He can’t.

The next day Light had arranged a day in Kamakura full of fun outside excursions everyone on the task force except Lawliet appreciated. To annoy him even more the disguise you chose to display was his wife. You knew if this plan was gonna work he couldn’t look like Lights stalker the way he focuses in on him and you two work better as a team so splitting up wasn’t an option. In case Light isn’t Kira (which is highly unlikely) and Kira manages to strike while you’re out Watari is at home monitoring local crime. Keeping a close eye on Light’s reactions you wrap your arm around Lawliet giving him a supportive pat. Light face remain stoic.

“See? Kira wouldn’t kill us in the middle of a crowded area like this. “ Matsuda happily claims as he holds up his oversized binoculars to look at The Great Buddha.

“In a crowd like this no one would notice anyway.” Lawliet mumbles.

“Oh don’t be such a hermit! You loved playing outside with me when we were children.” You say trying to gauge the boys but to your surprise the only one who asked was-

“Ryuzaki and f/n grew up together?!” Misa acts surprised. Oh to peak into her little mind.

“I was studying human interaction”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear” You kiss his cheek before dragging him by hand along and joining Matsuda ahead as he excitedly leads the pack.

“Is it me or is f/n enjoying her role a little too much?” Kanzo whispers to Soichiro who shrugs.

“We’ve been working hard the past few weeks. I’m sure she’s just having a little fun besides I don’t think it’s exactly one-sided.” Soichiro chuckles

Throughout the day the seven of you walk around every shrine, zen garden, and temple you can get close to while remaining a safe distance from Light and Misa who didn’t seem to be plotting anything just yet. Just two teenagers who might be serial killers without a care in the world. Lawliet grew frustrated.

“F/N”

“Yes, dear?” You tease but can’t help it when his cheeks turn a rosy red for a second.

“When exactly is this plan of yours supposed to start?”

“Patience honey all will make sense soon” You whisper seductively in Lawliets ear pulling him in to your embrace wrapping your arms around his neck. Begrudgingly knowing his role Lawliet wraps his arms around your waist in reciprocation. You notice Light staring at the two of you. From where he’s standing it looks as if you two are sharing secrets. He tries to hide his look of suspicion when you make eye contact but it’s too late. Like a spider you’ve spun him in your web making him helplessly anxious and maybe even frightened. Unable to contain it you smirk at him

“That’s right. You should be afraid” You whisper still in Lawliet’s embrace. For the first time all day he chuckles.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re turned on right now y/n” He whispers in your ear just as seductively as you did earlier. Given how awkward and standoffish he can be at times you didn’t know he was capable of that.

“Lawli- Ryuzaki!” You shriek but for a moment his hands squeeze your body. You almost said his real name out loud. Too loud. Did Light hear it? Shit

“Careful dear people will think you’re cheating on me” He says jokingly but you know it’s a threat. No, a promise. While you planned to leak it anyway to see if Light would try to kill him this is not how you wanted to come out. Shit shit shit.

And yet if you weren’t turned on before. You are now. Something about him matching your energy while being so close just did something to you and even though he’s a little pissed off he’s still hot.

“I’m gonna get you back for that”

“Likewise f/n” further emphasizing how pissed he is.

After walking for the majority of Lights excursion filled day in Kamakura the task force grew exhausted. Too tired to do anything else Light and Matsuda called around for places to retire for the night before returning to work tomorrow. Soichiro drove the rental to a spot near a beach, real low key vibes, perfect place for a late night swim with Lawliet. He’d never go for it. The seven of you were to be split rooms. Naturally you and Misa were in one room. Soichiro, Kanzo, Matsuda, and Light in the next room. Lawliet gets his own room so he can have a private discussion with Watari. This was the plan everyone agreed to until you got there.

“I’m sorry we only have one room left but if you five gentlemen don’t mind the hotel a little further down I can reserve a room for you” the hotel receptionist says. Looks like you and Misa are stuck here alone-

“I’ll stay with you” Lawliet stepped up.

“But who will watch Ligh-“ He cut you off

“I said I’m staying”

“Besides I think we can trust Light now,“ Shock was what you saw on Light's face now. If only for a moment but there was shock. Whatever plan there was to kill Lawliet might be dead now but then again this could've been a part of his plan all along.

When the two of you walked into the hotel there was one bed. As children sleeping together was better than being in cold bunks but as adults this predicament was a bit...awkward.

He let you shower and change into your pajamas first but as you wait in bed going over all your notes on Kira a nervous feeling stirs inside you. What if he mentions what happened earlier? What if he doesn't because he has other plans of ruining your life for almost ending his? Is he about to get in this bed with you?

"I hope you're not overthinking what happened earlier." He broke you out of your funk. You didn't even realize he had already gotten out of the shower. "I already gave Light my real name once. It won't work Y/N"

"Then why-"

"I figured if you were going to put my life in danger I'd scare you a little too. Reminds me of when we were kids." He laid down next to you in bed. For years there's been an invisible line between you that you so desperately wanted to cross.

A line you want to cross now more than anything.

"Can I ask you something?" You turn your body towards him but he remains on his back, facing the ceiling.

"Shoot"

"Do you remember when we were teenagers Mello locked us in a closet and I kissed you on accident but you wouldn't let me go until Watari let us out?"

"Yes"

"This feels a lot like that" He smiles as his body curls towards you.

"Are you saying you want to kiss me Y/N?" You scooted closer to him smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You leaned over him practically inches away from his lips yet he didn't flinch. He didn't move away but he didn't move any closer. He was just there. So you sighed and leaned ba-

"Please" He grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back to him. He had a look in his eyes you've never seen before.

" In case I die"

"Wha-" He met your lips with his before you could ruin it. The two of you were alone. Truly alone for the first time in years and this time if it were his last Lawliet was going to get what he wanted almost as bad as he wanted Light behind bars. You.

You leaned down into his embrace not letting a breath escape between your lips. If you were going to die tonight it would not be Kira and you were okay with that.

The next day on the ride home neither of you spoke a peep making it seem like you'd gotten into a fight. Nobody really needed to know what really took place. When everyone went home for the day you were at it again neglecting the surveillance cameras and carefully watching Light. If this is how he gets you both so be it.

May the kiss of death satisfy the Gods that be.

A/N: HAPPY FLUFFTOBER!!!

[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession

Chapter 2: Do the Right Thing

song suggestion: Divisionary (Do the Right Thing)- Ages and Ages

The gathering broke up pretty soon after that so things could get done. Alby and Newt started showing the girl around together while Minho went to collect his cot for her. Gally went to the gardening shed and started taking out some things to make room for it. His mind was blue as he scribbled white lines of architecture on it, preplanning what he could do that would be structurally sound, safe, and almost defend-able.

Alby said the bonfire was still on for that night so the boys could let out their excitement, but this was the first one Gally planned to sit out. He was going to get a working blue print, list the materials and put the steps in order, then he was going straight to bed so he could get an early start. He looked across the Glade and spotted her near the kitchen getting a snack from Frypan. He noticed that since she became more resigned to her fate, her expression had flattened out until it was like she had none. No emotions played on her features as she ate, listened to Alby and Newt and was blatantly ogled by boys everywhere.

She said something to Alby, he nodded, and she spoke again. Alby looked around and his gaze came to a halt on Gally, one brow raised in a mix of mild surprise and confusion. Gally tried to be nonchalant as he nodded to Alby, playing it off as giving him a sign it was going well, then he turned away, hoping he’d be left alone. His face felt a little hotter and he wondered what she might have said, but he wasn’t going to do anything to find out.

He stood at his work table, paper and pencil’s littering it as well as his dishes from dinner. He was doing the finishing touches by candle light when Alby came up to him.

“It’s weird not having you in the circle on bonfire night,” he commented.

Gally stared at him a little apprehensively, not used to him making small talk. “Yeah, well.”

“Listen,” Alby went on, leaning on his work table and peering over his sketches. “She asked to start her working rounds with the builders, she said that she should help since this is all because of her,” Alby said as he gestured at all the blueprints and lists on the table.

Gally froze. For one that was pretty shucking decent of her, but on the other hand he was not ready to babysit her first, probably not ever. “You told her no, right?” Gally asked him, trying not to sound hopeful but make it a firm statement.

“I tried,” Alby admitted as he rolled a pencil across the table. “I tried to tell her that it would be hard work and you’d be busy trying to get it done quickly, but she was pretty adamant that she do something to help.”

Gally sighed. It was admirable but annoying.

“Look, just give her something simple to do, something that will take her a while and keep her out of your hair most of the time, just let her do something. I think… I think she felt a little guilty about all the work you had to do for her.”

Right, girls had feelings. Gally hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, he wasn’t even complaining, he was just stating the facts and trying to convey the time restraints he’d be under to get it done in time for her to be comfortable.

“Alright, fine,” he mumbled.

Alby laughed. “Don’t be such a shank about it! Acting all mad that the first girl to show up picked you first.”

“She didn’t pick me,” Gally refuted even as he felt his cheeks go warm. “She’s just trying to be responsible. Which is something we need more of around here,” he said as his gaze roamed over the boys whooping it up at the bonfire. He guessed she wouldn’t be anywhere near that, probably went to bed early. After all, the first day usually came with a massive headache.

“Ah whatever man,” Alby slapped him on the shoulder before taking steps back toward the action. “I hope you don’t get too attached to her tomorrow, she has other rounds to make, remember that. You can’t keep her," his words reminding Gally of the rule the keepers made without her around to hear.

Gally didn’t even respond to that, he just turned back to his work and gathered up his papers in meticulous order and weighed them down with a rock before putting all his pencils and such away in their jar. He strayed to the bonfire for one drink, telling himself it was to help him get to sleep faster, knowing it was really to calm his nerves.

He was the only one up with the sun that morning. He didn’t wake up any of builders yet even though they deserved it for goofing off at the bonfire when they knew a hard days work was waiting for them. He took the opportunity to have some peace and quiet, time alone to really picture what it was he was going to do.

He thought he had picked a good spot for it, close enough to food and the bathrooms that she wouldn’t have to go far if she got up in the middle of the night, but far enough to avoid the sound of the kitchen and the smell of the outhouses. She’d get plenty of shade here without anyone being able to use the trees to get into her house.

Satisfied with the location he measured and marked off the area. Luckily he had been planning on building a house on stilts before this and set aside the things he’d need for it as they had come along. Pretty lucky, he thought as he ran a hand over his short hair, looking up at the place where her house would be, imagining it there in detail.

“Morning,” came a small voice behind him.

He was glad he hadn't visibly startled as he turned around and saw the girl sleepily rubbing her eyes as she walked up. For some reason he didn’t have a response to that, it felt too intimate to say ‘good morning’, he never said that to any of the boys, so he just nodded at her.

“This where it’s going?” she asked as she looked at the markers.

Suddenly Gally was questioning what he had been so sure of a second ago. “Do you not want it here?” he asked her, looking around, hoping someone else was awake by now so he wasn’t alone with her.

“Honestly that was a dumb question for me to ask, obviously that’s what’s going on,” she admitted as she gestured at the plot. “And yes, this is perfectly fine location.”

She was standing about three feet away from him, but they were otherwise shoulder to shoulder facing the plot and it took on this weird feeling that it was their project. A silence sat between them for a moment.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all this trouble for-“

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Gally cut her off, he kept his eyes on the plot even when he could tell she had turned to look at him. Why had he blurted that out so fast? “It’s just something that needs done, not like it’s your fault or anything,” he shrugged to try and keep it casual. He couldn’t explain why, but he didn’t want her to feel bad on top of everything else she must be feeling.

“Might not be my fault, but I’m still the cause,” she pointed out after she considered him for a beat. Then she placed her fists on her hips. “Well, where do we start?”

@gladerscake @crazysheeplyca @thesuitkovian @poulterholland @anniemylennox @poulterjonas @carp3d1em @neilox

I've started to make them a little bit lyric inspired but it's kind of hard atm because they're still strangers, but I think Divisionary with it's line of "Do the right thing, do the right thing, do it all the time, do it all the time" is SO Gally, so therefore it's his song this chapter as he tries to do the right thing for her.

Btw, since everyone in the Glade has a name given to them by Wicked, I was going to give her a real name instead of YN, so let me know about any historical figures you think she should be named after. In Garden of Heathen I named the girl Aussie after Jane Austen since she wasn't a genius but she had the highest emotional IQ, and then in The Reason I named the girl Nikola after Tesla.

If you want updates without following me you can always follow the tag "Will Poulter protection squad" because I'm pretty sure I'm the only one using it and from now on I'll put it in the fic tags.

Possession Masterlist

[29-04-2001]

Ok. This is my first time ever requesting/asking ANYTHING on this app so I'll happily leave my first request here with you. I'd like to have a small Tears of themis and Obey me match up? :) (No rush btw)

To start off with explaining my Personality I'm an ENTP - Taurus. I'm usually very open up to people and I like to speak my mind whenever I think my opinion is needed, despite the self confidence I have in myself, sometimes I have trouble making the right decision thinking about the regrets and risks I'll expirience during it so that's why I mostly don't take bigger risks - Simply because I'm scared. I'd say my Love language is physical Touch or Quality time, though I love all kind of stuff that has something to do with affection and relationships, In general I come off as a very affectionate person some people may even say that I can be very clingy because yet again - I don't want to loose what I have my own hands on at the current time so I just am the way I am, regarding this matter I don't care and care at the same time about the opinions of the others around me, usually I don't get swayed by emotions and try to keep it logical and cool, but sometimes it just so happens to slip and I happen to make the decission from heart, that's why I'll probably need someone to bring some sense into my head since I get lost a lot in my own thoughts not knowing how to keep up with them - Keeping it short, I am a person who's logical but doesn't always know how to use that logic the right way. When it comes to meeting new people I'm very friendly towards them, I also keep it polite for a period of time, until I tell them that It's fine to say whatever they want around me - That usually means that I consider them close already. So to sum it up I don't have issues with new people as I usually put up a act of an Polite/Quiet person in front of them while in reality I can be a total Crackhead at times. Some more little details about me:

- I love listening to music and I play Volleyball. I guess I could also call myself an Artist👍 People usually say that I can be a devil with angel wings (?) and that I can be scary💀 but they also say I'm smart and don't use it, especially in school since I kinda just- don't always like work? Tho It depends on how interesting it is.

I hope this is enough<3 Love ya and make it whenever you can :>

wow ur first ever ask on my blog? yay! i feel so special lol ;) love u toooo!

i match you with luke pearce & asmodeus <3

reminder matchups are closed i’m only doing the ones that has been in my inbox since like 2 days ago.

luke luke luke. okay. here we go. luke loves independent women. more so women who can speak their minds and thoughts. self confidence is very attractive to him. it makes him feel good that you’re confident about yourself.

it’s okay if you’re afraid of taking bigger risks. even tho he thinks life is far way too short to be scared, people has lines that they won’t cross and that’s perfectly fine to him. as long as you’re safe and sound.

i like to assume luke’s love language is also quality time, so you’d both spend countless of times together whether that’d be going on dinner dates, spending time in Time’s Antiquities.

he loves that you like sports. he thinks it’s very cool how you play volleyball and tops it off with being an artist.

asmodeus. wow. i have not match him with anyone yet and i think i’ve done around 10 obey me matchups ?

he’s confident, you’re confident. he’s definitely into confident people. he prefers his partner to be as confident as him, because if you’re going to date him you have to match the energy yk?

he gets cocky and cheeky when he sees you playing volleyball. he thinks it’s very hot. probably watching you with an annoying proud grin on his face.

he really thought you were the quiet time when you first met, but when you started opening up more and showing your natural personality, he automatically finds you attractive. not that there’s anything wrong or unattractive about being quiet but he thinks it’s attractive how you are quite like him.

matchups: closed ! dont send in any request.

[aomine-ryo]

headcanons or scenarios on GOM + kagami + himuro meeting their s/o's three brothers and an older sister for the first time. these siblings are overprotective of their little sister, to a point wherein they are watching every movement of the boyfriend. btw, i love your writing!!

I’m glad you like my writing :) Sorry this took so long, it was kind of challenging to come up with ideas for this, but it was still fun! Hope you like it xx

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami + Himuro meeting their s/o’s overprotective siblings

Kise

Kise was quite confident about having dinner with your family because parents tend to love him

You tried to warn him that your siblings were overprotective, but he was so sure that they’d like him

Your siblings wouldn’t shut up when they heard that your “model boyfriend” was coming over

“I heard that all teen models are assholes, why do you like him?” one of your older brothers asked

“He’s not an asshole. Be nice when he comes over,” you told him, even though you knew that none of them would listen

The second the doorbell rang, your siblings pounced up

You went to get the door after telling them to stay put, though you felt them lurking around behind you

Kise greeted you with a kiss on the cheek

He wanted to kiss you on the lips but he noticed the eyes that were glaring at him

“You weren’t kidding when you said they were overprotective huh?” he whispered to you as he took his shoes off

Kise wasn’t too nervous though, even with all the eyes on him

He did his best to keep his hands off of you in order to impress your siblings, which was the right call, although you weren’t a fan of it

Everyone sat around the table for dinner, which was practically an interrogation for Kise

He was barely even able to eat because the questions came flying at him one after the other

“How’d you meet Y/N?” “Are you really that good at basketball?” “How long have you been a model?” “Do you really love Y/N?” “Are you good at studies?”

Even your parents began to get tired of hearing your siblings’ questions

Kise answered them all perfectly though, telling them exactly what they wanted to hear

Kise was a very likeable and charming person, so he slowly began to win them over one by one

By the end of the evening, Kise was joking around with them as if they were old friends

You followed Kise outside after he said his goodbyes to your family, promising to text, call, make plans and whatnot with each of your older siblings

“How on earth did you get them to like you?” you asked him, finally able to breathe now that you two were alone

“I told you not to worry. Although I think I might be forced to come over again to hang out with them.”

“Fine by me,” you smiled, before placing a kiss on his lips as a thank you for putting up with everything

Midorima

You had been dating Midorima for only a month when your siblings found out about you two

You tried to keep it a secret from them for as long as possible but they still found out pretty quickly

You invited Midorima to your house for a study date and told him that your siblings would be home

Before Midorima had to go meet them, he made you tell him everything about each one of them

The boy took notes.

When you got home from school with Midorima, you introduced him to your siblings who were all sitting in the living room

You immediately whisked him away to your room before they could scare him away with their questions

Your oldest brother instructed you to keep your bedroom door open

“Are they going to pass by the room every two seconds?” Midorima asked, noticing how each of them would slowly walk past one by one

“What do you guys want?” you called out to them, knowing that they were lurking outside

They piled into your room

“Just making sure that there’s nothing funny going on,” one of your three brothers spoke

“We’re just studying,” you sighed, feeling a headache coming from all this

Midorima seemed to notice this

“I promise you that I’m not going to hurt your sister, but you’re going to give her a headache if you keep this up,” Midorima said to them bluntly, “we have an important test tomorrow, so do you mind if we get to studying?”

Your siblings swayed at Midorima’s forwardness and finally decided to leave you two alone

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked once they were gone

You squeezed his hand and placed a kiss on his cheek as a way of saying thank you

There weren’t many guys who could get your siblings to back off, but thankfully Midorima was one of them

Aomine

You were a bit hesitant to invite Aomine over to meet your siblings

He was a complete softy with you, but you didn’t put it past him to unintentionally get on the bad side of your overprotective siblings

Aomine had already met one of your older brothers in school

Word got around school that the two of you were dating and your older brother immediately hunted down Aomine to scare him

However, Aomine didn’t get scared, he just told him to “back off and mind your own business”

So, Aomine was already in hot water with one of your siblings

You brought him home after school one day because your older siblings were begging to meet him, though neither of you wanted it

After introducing them, the two of you went to the living room to watch a movie

Aomine’s every move was being watched

He didn’t seem to care though, as he put his arm around you and pulled you close to cuddle

The second that happened, the older brother that Aomine had met in school popped into the living room saying, “hey, you two, keep some distance!”

You were about to move away, but Aomine kept you from doing that

“We’re dating; putting my arm around Y/N isn’t going to kill them,” Aomine shot back

After that, your siblings seemed to leave the two of you alone— though they hated his guts

They still kept an eye on you though

When Aomine left, your older sister told you to stay away from him

But you didn’t care too much about what they had to say

You knew Aomine would only ever keep you safe

The two of you agreed that Aomine should never come over while your siblings were over, for the sake of everyone’s peace of mind

Murasakibara

You had invited Murasakibara to come over to try the cheesecake you had made the day before

You completely forgot that that your siblings were home for the holidays

So you were forced to introduce Murasakibara to them

Your boyfriend had met your parents before, and they loved him, but your siblings were still watching him like a hawk

Your sister wasn’t too worried, but your brothers were definitely intimidated by his height

Murasakibara didn’t seem to care though, because he was fixated on the cheesecake you were serving him

“This cheesecake is delicious, Y/N... but could you please tell your brothers to stop staring at me?” Murasakibara requests, feeling put off by their gazes

You told them to go away, but they didn’t budge until your mother intervened and told them to not bother you

(Your mother really liked Murasakibara because he’d always compliment her cooking when he came over)

He didn’t like the way that they were bothering you about your relationship

He offers to “crush them” but you had to stop him and tell him to ignore them

“Now thanks to them, I can’t enjoy this cheesecake”

Over time, your siblings start to warm up to him because they realise that he’s harmless

But Murasakibara still held a grudge for the way they ruined his experience with the cheesecake

Akashi

The first time Akashi met your siblings was at your house when your parents called him over for dinner

He understood that they were quite protective of you because they cared for you

And he did too

However, the way their eyes followed Akashi’s every move was a bit annoying to him

He still maintained his polite composure though

Akashi kept his hands off of you for the most part because he knew that it would set your siblings off and he wanted to win them over

You knew that Akashi was a gentleman, so you didn’t worry too much about him leaving a bad impression

Without doubt, your siblings were soon under Akashi’s spell and thought that he was the perfect boy for you

It was still strange to watch your siblings be so welcoming to Akashi, considering that they disapproved of almost every relationship you were previously in

You were thoroughly surprised when you kissed Akashi’s cheek and they said absolutely nothing about it

“How’d you get them to like you?” you asked him, wondering if Akashi was some sort of wizard

“Did you not want them to like me?”

“No, it’s just that they’ve never liked my boyfriends before,” you admitted

“I guess I’m different then,” he smiled

You thought that you didn’t care what your siblings thought of your relationships, but once you realised that they liked Akashi it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders

You were definitely grateful that they liked him, because it made you sure that you should hold on to Akashi for as long as you could

Kuroko

Before meeting Kuroko, your siblings kept asking you questions about him, concerned for your safety

Kuroko came over one day for tea during one of his walks with Nigou

That was when he met your siblings

The second they saw him with that adorable dog, they immediately knew that Kuroko was harmless

Your older sister got distracted by Nigou and diverted her attention to him instead of you

Your brothers still kept an eye on you though

Kuroko was very polite with them, even when they asked him some not-so-nice questions

“How do you play basketball with that size?” one of your brothers asked

“It’s a bit difficult, but I manage. You should come watch a game sometime so I can show you,” Kuroko said, sipping his tea with a blank expression on his face

It didn’t take them long to end up liking Kuroko

Perhaps it was his innocent eyes or his polite words, or both

But your siblings ended up finding Kuroko to be a sweet boy

Plus they could definitely get used to seeing the adorable Nigou more often

Your siblings still acted tough around Kuroko, but they definitely didn’t mind that he was your boyfriend

Kagami

Your family was very interested in basketball

All of your older siblings, including your sister, played basketball in high school

So when they found out that you were dating a basketball player, they had to meet him

They decided to tag along to one of Kagami’s games and they were definitely impressed by his skills

After the game, you ran up to him and hugged him to congratulate him on the win

Your siblings followed you and glared at you when they saw you all over him, so you quickly pulled away from him

You introduced them to Kagami and they began to act intimidating as if they weren’t in awe during the whole match

They succeeded in making Kagami a bit nervous though; he really wanted them to like him

“You played really well today, they were all so amazed,” you said to Kagami, trying to ease the tension

They eventually began to discuss basketball— the thing that they were all passionate about

Just like clockwork, talking about basketball got your siblings to develop some trust and liking towards Kagami

Within the matter of minutes, one of your brothers was challenging Kagami to a one-on-one as if they were best friends

You knew that Kagami wouldn’t back down from a challenge so you had to step in

“Hey, he just played a game, I don’t think a one-on-one is a good idea,” you said

The two of them reluctantly agreed and decided to have one some other time

Your siblings wanted to head home, but you decided to go get some food with Kagami so they bid their goodbyes

Your oldest brother had to get at least one threat in there, “Take care of Y/N, if you hurt them we’ll hurt you!”

He said it so cheerfully, which was somehow more terrifying

Kagami assured them that he’d keep you safe, and you couldn’t be happier that your siblings were okay with your boyfriend

Himuro

Himuro came over to your house after school to hang out and play some video games

You had completely forgot that your siblings were at home though so you had to introduce him to them

Himuro knew that they were overprotective of you so he tried to joke around with them when you introduced them

However, they didn’t seem to sway at his attempt, which intimidated him

The two of you spent most of your time in your room, playing

The door had to be left open though

Himuro avoided getting too close to you because he felt like he was being watched

Your siblings could often peek in whenever you two would go silent after cheers and yells

And they would just glare at Himuro, which made him really uncomfortable

Himuro was a very patient person, but he started to feel himself get very annoyed by the hostility from your siblings

So when one of your brothers shot him a glance for the fifth time in the past hour, he decided to speak up

Himuro walked over to your door and began to talk to him

“Hey, I understand that you’re just concerned for Y/N, but there’s no need for you to constantly glare at me,” Himuro said to him

Your boyfriend was quite a smooth talker so he managed to convince your brother that he had no bad intentions

And just like that, he earned the respect of your brother

You couldn’t help but give him a kiss when he returned to his seat next to you

“What was that for?”

“Well, I don’t think they’re looking now that you stood up to them.”

An adorable smile spread across his face as he turned back to the TV, going back to the game

Your competitive spirits took over once more and the worries of your siblings watching over you faded away

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Heey I was wondering how would the main 6 react to an MC that is tall but really self conscious about it, I really like your writing btw 💕💕💕

This took a bit long, but got there in the end! Thank you for the ask and the compliment anon ❤❤❤

So I’m taller than average myself so I feel the pain of being harassed and knocking my cranium against low doorways. But for those that are harassed about their height just remember you are perfect (also I endorse smacking people upside the head if they’re rude about it 😂)!

For purposes of this headcanon say that MC is 6ft+ despite gender identity, as always I hope you enjoy! Tons of love!

REQUESTS OPEN, next up is Morga little romantic gestures!

Asra

At this rate it seems like he has a type, if you know what I mean.

He actually really likes being the shorter one of a pair, not for any particular reason but it’s just always been that way.

Also the added benefits of having a tall person around are numerous!

He doesn’t have to stand on that rickety stool to reach the nightshade on the top shelf, there’s always a long shirt to wear when it’s too hot to wear anything else, and Faust has a place she can look down on the world.

Asra likes to joke that he keeps you around for that reason, but it’s said with love in his heart and the real truth in his eyes.

Asra’s known you for so long that he’s keyed into your habits when you’re feeling self-conscious about your height.

It could be something that was said in passing by a stranger or it could be that you’ve bumped your head on that door frame for the fifth time today...

Asra likes to take your mind off it, suggesting the two of you do something that you’ll enjoy (tea, a bit of magic practice, a woodland walk, or maybe some snuggling).

Asra likes to depart the odd pearl of wisdom once in a while, just to ease your mind while the two of you are out. (E.g. “most people are so caught up in what they are doing that they don't have the time to notice what you are doing or what you look like.”)

But if someone specifically mentions your height, Asra will deflect it casually, saying something like “Sure I guess!” and move on to such a tediously boring conversation that the person will be forced to retreat.

He may just ignore them altogether and talk to you instead.

When all is said and done Asra find’s it important to let you know that what really matters is who you are inside, and you are certainly the most genuine and gorgeous soul in the world.

But if it helps he’ll kiss every inch of you to let you know how beautiful you are on the outside as well as on the inside.

Nadia

She’s not so much surprised by your height, rather that you are not of noble linage.

Nadia’s always seen such imposing height as something possessed by those in positions of power or authority and yet here you are just barely fitting in the shop doorway.

As she is so intuitive it didn’t take her long to figure out you weren’t always entirely comfortable with being tall, but she did wonder why. Other than Muriel she seldom met unimposing tall people like you.

Then she realises that all the tall people she know’s are rulers or commanders of power who command attention (and their height helps) but you don’t want that attention.

The palace is a place where you get the best and worst of both worlds.

Given the high ceilings, large corridors, huge bath and giant beds you almost feel small, which is a nice change. Second to that the servants are always very polite, and although they indulge in gossip its not usually about your height (more like how lucky you are that the countess likes you so much or how nice you are).

Nadia also hires the finest tailors and shoemakers to fit you with perfect clothes (which is nice because everything’s always been a bit short).

But then there are the court and the visiting nobles...

The ones who find a misshaped pea interesting, and a person such as yourself fascinating crowding you with questions and stupid jokes.

Nadia was not impressed when she found you being hounded by them, instantly death glaring them without you noticing and guiding you out of there.

She wants you to feel comfortable so the next time she has visitors she advises them against commenting on you and instead talking to you like a normal human being. She’ll stick with you and encourage you to tell your own stories (the ones about magic are captivating to the nobles).

Maybe over time you’ll have so much confidence thanks to Nadia that your height will become the least interesting thing about you.

Nadia knows it will take a while to build up that confidence, but it’s not an unreachable goal and she know’s that one day you’ll be confident enough to flaunt it rather than hide from it.

Until then she’ll let you know just how appealing you are to her, maybe using more than words.

Julian

Was giddy about having someone he doesn’t have to lean down to kiss, his back aches sometimes so he thinks it’s fantastic that your lips are level with his!

Also he likes the dramatic effect of a ‘tall dark stranger’, he’s so intensely flirtatious about that particular scenario (but only if you’re into it).

With Julian being as tall as he is he’s had the odd comment and jibe, but for him it’s water off his back. When he realises you don’t quite have the same confidence as he does, Julian is pretty upset.

Height isn’t the measure of a person, it’s their spirit and personality and what they do around others.

He knows that out of all the people he’s ever met if they were asked to describe him they’d mention his personality before what he looks like, he wants the same to be true for you.

Couples who bump heads on cross beams together, stay together.

But in all seriousness, Julian has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to bashing craniums against low objects. It doesn’t work for him but he warns you moments before you’re about to smack your head, maybe it’s because he did it a couple of minutes ago.

He also understands your general everyday frustrations, like short chairs, small beds and constant back pain.

When Julian actually finds clothes that fit him he knows it will fit you too! So he buys like 50 of the same shirts in one day.

No hesitation, will confront someone when they are not getting the message that you don’t find the jokes on your height funny. Usually with something eloquently put about their own appearance or just some kind of snappy quip.

“MC’s legs are far longer than my patience for your jokes about their height.” or  "MC’s the kind of person that you can put up on a pedestal without having to go out and buy a pedestal!"

He’ll ask if you want to leave, if you do that’s absolutely fine, now it’s cuddle time! If you want to stay he will keep you by his side and just slather you with compliments and when people look at the two of you it won’t be because of your height but how good you two look together!

Julian is determined to make your height an afterthought (both for you and everyone you meet), showing you that in reality it is not anything you need to worry about because those hurtful comments are just people being thoughtless.

Maybe it can be a bit of an inconvenience but that’s all it is, something you can handle and overcome with ease. He won’t try to make you feel normal, but rather make you comfortable in your own skin.

And he certainly wants his love to be comfortable, showing it though his affections as he gives you worshipping kisses and engulfing hugs.

Muriel

It’s likely that Muriel is still the taller one of the two of you.

He was not entirely sure how he felt about you being this tall though, on the one hand he you don’t have to crane your neck to look at his face, on the other he’s never had anyone this close to him.

Decided he liked it when you so easily kissed him on the cheek, without even having to ask him to lean down.

He understands how self-conscious you feel, he’s always felt uncomfortable in his own skin when people were mean to him. But knowing you go through the same thing makes him feel less alone and a bit braver in standing up for the two of you.

The hut was practically built for you, although the door is a little low and a few of the beams are too, it’s got enough head space for you and Muriel’s bed is long and large. Fitting you perfectly.

Also Muriel is great at making his own clothes, so much so he makes you clothes that unlike a lot fit and are tailored to your likes.

It’s a nice feeling walking around town and not being the only one who’s being stared at, the two of you hold each other up in those situations.

Muriel may make you look smaller by comparison, so usually the comments are directed at him when the two of you are out. But when Muriel is not around or has his back turned you get the comments and the jibes.

When he comes up to your side and hears those mean comments, he’s annoyed and it shows on his face. He’ll say something blunt and to the point (“You’re rude.”), take your hand and leave with you in tow.

He won’t stand up for himself but he will for you, not to any physical point but if someone is being an ass he’ll call them out.

If what he says to that person is not scary enough coming from him that the person leaves then he’ll beckon you back to the hut where it’s safe.

He will tell you that it is hard to feel comfortable in your skin all the time and that it might always be that way but what matters the most is living happy despite that. There will always be mean people but they’ll end up pushing their happiness away by acting like that.

Muriel knows its not easy but together it’ll be a little easier.

He’ll whisper how beautiful you are and trace your skin, making you feel loved in his quiet, careful way with plenty of kisses to spare.

Portia

She’s the shortest out of the main six and is she daunted? Not at all! She grew up with Julian after all.

She expected you to be a bit more lively like Julian but soon realises you don’t have the same bravado like he does (to which she thanks the gods, she doesn’t need another tall idiot in her life).

At first she thinks it’s because you weren’t raised by pirates like she and Julian were, but then sees there’s more too it than that when you go quiet after someone mentions it.

Despite it’s size Portia’s cottage is always warm and welcoming, she makes the effort to pad the low beams where you bump your head (though she ended up needing your help because she couldn’t reach).

She remembers when Julian would complain about his aches and pains after he was bent or stooped over too long and how he would get a massage to relieve the pain. She offers to give you massages when you look like you’re in pain and they are perfect.

She’s very into the opposites attract thing, you’re tall and mellow, she’s short and spunky. The dynamic works, because you bring those aspects of your personalities together to make a perfect couple!

She will 1000% confront anyone who even looks like they’re going to say something rude (you begin to wonder why nobody has approached you yet about your height).

There might be one person that slips under the radar and say’s something hurtful, as soon as she notices or you ask her if you two can leave (to which she interrogates you why) she’s like a feral cat, biting into them with a rant about being a horrible person and doing and saying things that are wrong. (It’s a great show to watch, but not to be on the receiving end).

You have to tear her away, but it’s nice she cares so much. She’s like a mamma cat attacking a dog that tried to bite her kitten.

Portia is upset after taking people like that down a peg or two, mainly upset for you. She wishes everyone could be nice to each other, because you never know what someone is going through (your self-consciousness being a case in point).

She cares a lot about people being happy with who they are and what they look like because living with pirates (who are so diverse) she’s seen her family berated for looking different or being different and it applies to you too.

Portia just wants to give you the biggest hug and let you know that she loves you wholly and unconditionally.

Lucio

Lucio is unfazed by your height, maybe a bit jealous, but I like to think the first time he mentions your height he’ll say some s**t really flirtatiously like: ”I’ve conquered taller.”

But he digs the prospect of having a tall, gorgeous, and oddly quiet magician constantly by his side. The two of you together, look so good (at least that’s what he likes to say).

It takes him a hot sec to begin noticing how uncomfortable you seem in certain settings, he’s happy to be partying but it’s no fun when you don’t join in. It’s only after he hears visiting nobles making rude comments about the ‘Magician’ that it dawns on him.

Lucio tries his best to make you feel comfortable around the palace and in public spaces, although there was that time you had to stop him creating a law that made it illegal to say anything negative about you...

He loves that it’s brought you closer together in a way, you both get fitted for new outfits together and have the most luxuriously warm baths where you can ease the pain in your bones (and enjoy a tub you actually fit in) and he can keep himself smelling and looking good.

Lucio’s particularly keen on keeping attentions off of you if you so wish, he’ll be sitting next to you at a dinner with some dignitaries and will stand to tell elaborate stories. With him standing nobody usually notices how tall you are and even if they do his stories are just too much to resist.

So Lucio is all about diversion, but it’s not the sure fire way to avoid rude people. Of which rich rude people are always the rudest because they think they can get away with it...

Lucio will do one of two things; threaten them with having their tongues cut out or humiliating them until they run off crying. Although it’s done to your benefit you have to explain to him why that is not okay.

Maybe a part of him gets why people are so mean, after all he was once like that. “I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with others not liking something about themselves and calling attention to other people’s features out of spite and/or to make them feel better about themselves... But that’s just a guess.”

Regardless he doesn’t want you to hide who you are so he’ll always invite you to that party and if you don’t want to go then he’s going to chill with the most amazing person he knows. You.

Besides hugs and kisses are just as good as alcohol (just about).

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twinkie obession ;

pairing : peter maximoff x gn ! reader word count : 1 951 note : soulmate au where you can taste whatever your soulmate is eating at that moment . and my baby boy is too good for this world . i wanted to write something like more grandiose , but for now this dumb soulmate au will do ! feedback is appreciated <33 requests are super open btw so if u sent in any ,,, peter stuff ,,, we’d be grateful ( moreso me , but whatever haha !! ) - mod em ( under the cut for length ) 

For as long as you could remember, you’d feel the taste of twinkies in your mouth. When you were young, the taste would be occasional and welcome, but around your early teens it began to plague you every single day. Eventually, even looking at twinkies made you feel sick to your stomach and, god, you couldn’t understand how the hell your stupid soulmate could eat a whole batch of them every day. It was kind of admirable, the fact that they could eat the same exact thing so often and not throw up, but your burning hatred overshadowed whatever respect you had for them.

Hate would’ve been a strong word for the first month of non-stop twinkies, somehow you thought you’d manage. But one day it felt as if twinkies were all your soulmate was consuming. That, topped by a bad grade on one of your essays made you reduce your desk into ash in front of your whole class. And that was how you found out you were a mutant; the same exact day all your friends deemed you a freak (some friends) and the same exact day all you could taste were twinkies.

And it was safe to say you hated your soulmate. Which was fine. He’d hate you too if he knew you were a mutant.

You beat yourself up for years for being a mutant, refusing to interact with most people in fear you’d burn them as quickly as you burned your desk that day. Your parents would always try to console you, tell you that you were perfectly fine, that you’d become something great one day. But after your graduation, you came to find that people didn’t really want to hire mutants that much, especially those with an unpredictable and flaming personality. So, you accepted the reality that you’d just have to live with your parents forever, that your soulmate was off somewhere being all happy and eating twinkies, and that you’d never even meet them because you were, what society deemed, disgusting.

Not that eating twinkies every day was any better.

But life of a mutant wasn’t as black and white as you thought, as now you were standing right in front of the famous Charles Xavior school for the gifted with a suitcase in hand. Just a few days back you had burst into tears after receiving an invitation and now you could barely hold them back at the sight of it. Finally, you though, your life was going to turn for the better. You were about to step foot inside, but you suddenly felt someone run past you and into the mansion. Felt; it was an odd word to describe someone who was probably running, but you literally only saw a flash of silver skim past you insanely fast and you just assumed that it was a mutant with super speed. Oh, and the fact that this mystery mutant bumped into you and now you were falling backwards also factored into your deduction. Were you going to tumble down the fancy porch stairs on your first day here? Yeah. Were you still happy with the fact you were here, that there were already careless people bumping into you and not minding their mutations? Extremely and your sudden grin proudly showed that off.

Yet you didn’t have the chance to fall, another mutant teleported by your side and grabbed you by your forearms, looking at you with concern. He was…blue and he had three fingers on each hand, and a tail, and he just teleported in front of you, and, wow, you were so happy to be here.

“Hi!” You couldn’t help but beam at him, despite the fact that he was the only thing preventing you from crashing down. “I’m (Y/N)!”

You noticed the stranger opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it upon noticing something…someone behind you – someone else, who was now pushing you back up to your feet with a giggle.

“Sorry about Peter, er, the guy who almost knocked you down here!” You heard the person behind you say. “We were supposed to show you around, but Peter’s awfully impatient so he said that the last person here was gonna show you around and ran off.”

“I’m Jubilee!” She was now in front of you, grinning and waving. “We’re super glad you’re here, actually, I’m sure you’ll have a chance to get back at Peter for being such an idiot!” She then pointed at the blue mutant who was still holding your arms. “That’s Kurt!”

“Guten tag!” He grinned and let go of you to wave with both of his hands. “It is very nice to meet you!”

And you could’ve sworn you’ve never felt more at home than now. Kurt was gracious enough to teleport all your stuff into your room before he and Jubilee began the tour. It was very extensive, they insisted they weren’t going to leave you to your own devices until you knew exactly where everything was, even if it took the entire day to show you around. You even met some others along the way, like Scott and Jean, who you learned were soulmates. Jean complained about some food she didn’t like that Scott absolutely loved and you shared a laugh, even feeling comfortable enough to mention that all your soulmate seems to eat is twinkies and how much it annoys you. They shared a look as you said that, it almost seemed like a knowing look, before Jean told you how much that must suck and took her leave with Scott. Eventually, you circled back to your room, a little sad that the day was coming to an end, but excited because this was your life now. You had a place where everyone accepted you for what you were and-

Oh god, that god-awful taste of twinkies was in your mouth again. Just as you thought your soulmate wouldn’t eat any today.

“Jubilee, wait!” She turned to you once you had called for her, still smiling. “Everything in the kitchen is…free to take, right?”

She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course it is! Everything is everyone’s, you’re free to take anything anytime!”

Exhaling, you raced past her, yelling out a “thanks” and “see you later!” as you ran. You thought you’d at least try to drown out the taste, even if it didn’t work most of the time, if anything, you might inconvenience your soulmate a little bit by eating something else. Like a fruit for a change!

As you finally reached the kitchen, you exhaled in relief upon finding it was empty. You were a bit worn out from the excitement of today and you didn’t want to seem weird in front of anyone, especially with how frantically you looked around the kitchen for something juicy and sweet. Ah, that apple sat in a basket in the middle of the counter made your mouth water! In fact, at this point, anything that wasn’t a twinkie made your mouth water.

“Ah, so good…” You muttered to yourself after taking a bite, feeling the taste of the twinkie disappear and be replaced with that of an apple.

“You a telepath, or are you just talking to yourself here?”

You nearly choked on your treat after hearing the unfamiliar voice so suddenly and nearly choked again after the owner of it appeared in front of you in a blur. Silver, he must’ve been the mutant who nearly knocked you over - Peter.

“Talking to myself, relishing in how good this apple is, mostly.” You shrugged, a small smile on your face. “What brings you here?”

He was no longer in front of you, instead opening the fridge door. Witnessing someone utilizing their mutation for such mundane things brought a smile to your face. It was quickly wiped though, seeing as how he had pulled out a twinkie from the fridge and waved it around.

“Hungry, soulmate’s not munching on something too tasty right now.” He said, unwrapping that godforsaken thing and tilting his head after you had turned away. “What’s wrong? Am I too attractive for the eyes of a newbie?”

“Nope, I just hate twinkies.” Biting the apple, you shook your head. “My soulmate eats them, like, every day and I can’t stand it. I’m convinced they’re insane.”

Peter fell silent and you were almost concerned that he ran off after you had declared you hated twinkies. Maybe he just held a deep love for them. Did you offend him, perhaps? You turned back and as soon as you did, he bit down on the twinkie, staring right in your eyes. And then you felt the all-too-familiar twinkie taste. And then you realized.

“Oh my god…” You breathed, slamming the half-eaten apple back on the counter. “It’s you!”

You didn’t quite understand why your heart started beating so fast at the sight of him eating that damned twinkie and grinning at you like an idiot. You didn’t understand why suddenly you felt so…anxious, why you were scared to move. This was it, you always visualized meeting your soulmate and then hitting them over and over again for making your life a living hell just by eating twinkies, but all you could do now was stare.

“Y-You’re a mutant!” You choked out, hands flying to cover your gaping mouth. In reality, you just tried to hide the smile growing on your face because you were supposed to hate this guy. “Like me!”

“Yeah, a freak, if you will.” He chuckled, licking his fingers after just finishing this twinkie. “That’s why I’m here, just like you.” He pointed at you, but really, he was trying his hardest not to run up to you and spin you around. Then you’d really think he was insane.

Could you blame him though? He also didn’t think his soulmate would be a mutant too, the chances were just too slim.

“I can’t believe this!” With quick steps, you walked up to him and proceeded to punch his chest lightly, light-heartedly, which was proved by how much you were giggling. “I hate you, you know! Do you have any idea how much you made me hate twinkies? I was literally so annoyed one day, I burned down my desk at school!”

Peter laughed; it was cute. “You don’t really sound like you hate me.” He grabbed your wrists, grinning down at you. “But it’s charming to see you pretend that you’re totally not head over heels for me right now.”

“I am not!” You shook your head, a grin of your own decorating your features. “I am extremely annoyed! Especially at the fact that my soulmate is some maniac who looks dumb and thinks that eating twinkies everyday is good for him!”

“Well,” he began slyly. “I’m sure we can discuss my new diet plan during a date.”

“Peter, you are insufferable.” You paused. “But I suppose we could talk about your twinkie addiction sometime.”

His smile fell for a moment. “Hey…what’s your name again?”

You snorted, light giggles eventually escalating into a laugh that made Peter smile softly. Still laughing, you placed your head on his chest, making him turn slightly red, unbeknownst to you. You had already forgotten that you could feel the taste of that twinkie he had eaten moments ago. Perhaps you were just too overjoyed to remember all the downsides of having this dummy as your soulmate. Sure, all he ate was twinkies, but he was a mutant too, which instantly meant he wouldn’t hate you for your mutation. And he looked dumb, which was charming, you thought.

Well, you supposed you’ll just have to deal with the twinkies, since your soulmate wasn’t that bad.

[paigerambles]

A happy belated birthday to my darling Gemma <3

(( four little drabbles based on some of our pairings )) @gemmamakeslists

A Dangerous Affair with Faith and Antonin

The door had closed much too loudly behind him. It mirrored the finality of this moment. Antonin had never pretended and that perhaps was what had made him so uniquely cruel. When he’d chosen her, when he’d decided to ‘see what happened’, he’d been open to feel whatever he might have. After all, the more open you were, the easier you were trusted. The more receptive you were to the little things she did, the more you noticed and became intrigued by. It was a dangerous tightrope he walked but Antonin hadn’t lost sleep about it. After all, he would always finish the job.

He was supposed to finish the job.

His hands never shook, not ever but tonight they betrayed him. If she had suspected, if she had been worried, it didn’t show. Instead, concern flashed across that almost unreadable face. That alone was a punch to the gut. Of course he didn’t exactly look his best. He was about to make the single most impactful decision of his life - his hair had not taken it well. Neither had the dark circles under his eyes, the palpable anxiety he felt causing a trickle of sweat to make its way down his neck.

If he made it quick, it could be a mercy. She was a target now and even if he let her go... It would be a life of looking over her shoulder. Faith may have been tougher than most but she wouldn’t survive, not now. Loneliness was easier to accept, to live with, when you hadn’t tasted the alternative. He knew that all too well now. This was just supposed to be another job. Another name scratched off a list. Another day.

What did it matter if he loved her? What did it matter that his father would kill him himself if he didn’t see this through? What did anything matter when she was looking at him like that, eyes hopeful and trusting and all too familiar with disappointment and pain?

The loaded gun felt impossibly heavy in his hands as he watched the colour slowly drain from her face as that trust started to falter. Surely not...? He couldn’t, he wouldn’t-

“Antonin-,” but he’d made his decision long before she breathed his name. In truth, he had made his decision long before even now. He had been interested every time she spoke, dizzied by her rare laugh and moved by the way she saw the world and all its dark, terrible corners. She’d danced with the devil and never known, until now. He took a step towards her and to her credit, to her grit, she barely flinched and did not move.

The cold touch of the metal ran up his spine as he put the gun away. Of course he put the gun away.

“We have to leave. Tonight. There’s no time to explain-,” his mind was moving faster now, catching up, calming down. This he could do. This he could manage without shaking. “They want you dead. My father, his organization. I won’t let that happen to you, do you understand?” Usually she would argue, questions, rage until she was blue or purple or red in the face. There was an ache in his chest as he saw the tears in her eyes, too stubborn to fall. Convincing her that his feelings were real would take time and maybe she’d never believe him which she was well within her right not to but that didn’t matter now. Now his only thought, his only goal, was to keep her safe.

Antonin stopped moving for long enough to look her in those burning blue eyes. It had to boil down to one thing now and it wasn’t love, it wasn’t longing or truth. It was this: “Do you trust me?”

And perhaps against her every better judgement, in that moment she nodded, gripping tightly onto his outstretched hand.

“Yes.”

A Reckless Serenade with Krystal and Luke

The pub was probably the dullest, stickiest, faintly rancid place in town but it let his band play and paid them in free drinks. So, really, who’s to complain? Luke was usually nervous before a show, anxious right up until he was bouncing around the stage and even then. Tonight he was especially nervous. Tonight, he’d asked the prettiest, coolest, sassiest girl from the record store to come to his show. He’d made some big song and dance about putting his homemade poster up in the store to which she’d said ‘nah, pal’. Luke had just been pleased as punch to chat with her anyway.

The likelihood of her actually showing up tonight... He wasn’t sure what made him more nervous. Would she? Wouldn’t she? He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about Krystal Mercury but he thought an awful lot about holding her hand. That was enough to inspire screeds and screeds of poppy poetry, some of it beautiful even. When it came to writing a song, he could say it all. When it came to talking to her? Forget about it.

Now, all he had to do was convince himself that he wouldn’t be perfectly miserable if he didn’t see her tonight. It was a decent crowd, anyway. At least fifteen people. If you counted the bartender (which he always did). It was all peachy.

Except, he really wanted her to be in the crowd.

“Come on, mate.” Luke blinked at his band-mate, as if suddenly remembering the fact that the whole point of tonight was to play a show. Right, here we go. No matter what happ---

For half a beat, he held his breath entirely. After all, it wasn’t terribly well lit in here and he might have been mistaken. Although, wasn’t she quite unmistakable?

Krystal’s hair was down, hanging by the shoulders of her denim jacket with what he thought might have been sewn on patches for a splash of colour. She was here. When he met her eye, he reckoned he caught a smile and time might have slowed down. He’d always been hopeless and maybe even romantic but he never thought he’d get himself quite this tongue tied over someone. Not a very handy thing when you were the lead singer, mind.

Then just like that reality return and he opened his mouth at last, the sound of rip roaring guitar and faster-than-your-racing-heart drum beats filled the air, and his head. Luke felt giddy, elated and it wasn’t just from the adrenaline of playing a show. It wasn’t that at all.

“And truth be told, I’d be terribly content to hold your hand.”

Funny how much effort it took to make it seem like you were very cool and casual around someone you definitely didn’t feel cool or casual around. Luke gave it his best once he’d exited the stage.

“Alright, Songbird.”

“Well, you weren’t shite, then.”

Luke let out a laugh, still clad in his leather jacket despite the stage lights.

“Do you want to see backstage?” Luke took the world’s longest breath, holding out his hand.

“Backstage,” he shot her a grin at that comment. Fair enough, this was hardly the Grammy’s. Still, she took his hand.

A Brighter Day with Olivia and Ian

Ian Morrison had just been some guy on vacation when he noticed her. A totally normal, very stylish and slightly drunk guy on vacation. Olivia Winters had just been some girl working her part-time job and going to classes. Sometimes she remembered to text back her annoying BFF Samson too. She was perfectly normal, happy and a little bit no-nonsense especially when it come to guys on vacation who thought they were stylish.

It was perfect.

The first time Ian noticed her, she was sitting outside of a café with a stack of books and a black coffee. Her bangs threatened to cover her eyes, her brow was furrowed in concentration and she was about to lose one of her papers to a summer’s breeze. Now, being a perfectly normal, perfectly human guy, Ian had to run like a fool to catch it for her. Did he expect to be showered in thanks? No but a compliment on his Hawaiian shirt would have been nice.

Olivia didn’t even give him that.

The next time Ian sees her, she’s wearing dungarees and eating an overly shiny apple. He smells strongly of daytime tequila (it was vacation, after all) and was just on the way to meet his brother for a late lunch. Ian doesn’t have a good excuse this time but damn it all, he goes for it anyway.

“You know, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

“And what exactly would keep you away?”

“Pineapples. They freak me out.”

“There are at least seven pineapples on your shirt right now.”

“It’s a power play, I’m letting them know who’s boss so they don’t smell my fear. I’m playing the long game here. I’m Ian, BTW.”

“Right... Olivia, BTW.” She wasn’t nearly as accustomed to using the acronym out loud, hence the sarcasm.

“Well, I’ll see you around O-L-I-V-I-A,” he grinned, shooting her a wink. She rolled her eyes. She smiled. What a weirdo.

The next time again that Ian sees Olivia, the sun is setting over waves and he’s wearing shorter shorts than you might think appropriate for a Sunday evening. He was just giving the people something to smile about. He has his sunglasses on, sitting under one of those absurdly large beach umbrellas, half-asleep, when she sits herself down without even a ‘hello’. How rude. He didn’t mind.

“Here.” Ian opened his eyes lazily, glancing down at the apple in his palm. A smile tugged at his lips. What a weirdo. “For the doctor,” she added, as if that made sense. Ian let out a laugh. She felt funny but not in a bad way.

“Thank you, O,” he said around a crunch, peaking over at her before nudging his sunglasses down his nose. “So, you planning on sticking around or are you actually a mermaid en route to the sea? Either one is cool with me.”

“Not a mermaid. A sea-witch and if you’re not careful, you won’t leave here with all your fingers and toes still attached.” He was only almost certain it was a joke which only made Ian Morrison grin wider.

“Only one way to find out then.” Olivia stayed beside him long after the sun had set, telling herself it was fine because he was just some boy on vacation with a nice smile and a ridiculously warming laugh.

The last time Ian sees Olivia is when he’s on the bus, feeling a keen hangover as he presses his face against the cool glass. Mark Morrison is putting their luggage under the bus, making sure Ian has plenty of water and crackers for the uneasy ride back home.

Ian doesn’t know why or how he opened his eyes at exact, perfect moment to see her but he did. He was so glad he did. An easy smile came to his face and the same happened for her.

Olivia lifted her hand up in a wave, minimum effort and very meaningful all the same.

Ian pressed his palm to the window, dramatic and very meaningful all the same.

Mark made his way onto the bus, backpack in tow and Ian turned to shoot his best bro a grin and by the time he looked back around, Olivia was gone.

A Little Hope with Autumn and Oliver

There was only one bed in the motel and the bath tub was abysmal. Oliver would have taken the chair- it’s not as if he slept much these days anyway but Autumn had insisted. Well, perhaps that was the wrong word. She said he would be no good to her if he was exhausted and hadn’t he been the one who had dragged her into this mess? That he could not argue with.

Still, he couldn’t sleep.

Oliver wasn’t proud of the weakness, of the cruelty he had inflicted by having Autumn conjure up the soul of his beloved. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t know just how Angel had died, the fire, the explosion... The way that Autumn had to feel that just so he could have a scrap, a false echo of the woman he had loved more than anything in this wretched world. What’s worse is that he needed her to do it again.

Autumn needed the money. She needed to start over so if that meant sticking with Oliver DiLaurentis a little longer then fine. He shouldn’t have lied to her, shouldn’t have left out the part where there was a price on his head. They’d been on the run for weeks now and he had begged her to leave him to perish more than once. Autumn refused, for whatever reason.

Well, it was the money, wasn’t it? Of course it was. They had a deal. Had his father not taught him how to be a good businessman? He couldn’t back out of a deal. That would be dishonorable. How goddamn backwards his family had been. Were. Oliver turned on his side.

He owed Autumn his life, whatever was left of it. He would see this through. He’d protect her the way that he hadn’t been able to protect... To protect Angel. A haggard breath left his lungs as he looked over to her lying beside him. He felt his chest ache. Then-

Autumn turned, turned too far in fact and now she was leaning against his chest. Oliver stopped breathing. He hadn’t felt a moment of peace since the fire. Since he’d... Just, since. He doubted he’d ever feel a moment of peace again but for the briefest of moments, as he let out his breath, he felt the first real glimmer of hope that he might. It was a foolish, frivolous thought but he had it nonetheless.

Her breathing was even, her sleep yet to be interrupted. For reasons entirely beyond him, he gently touched her shoulder and felt the real weight of exhaustion he had been fighting off until now. He was bone tired, desperate for sleep but too scared to close his eyes. Autumn wasn’t though. From what he had seen of her, from what he had seen her do, he thought she was fearless. A survivor. Beautiful, in her own special way. He fought the thought off but still it whispered in the back of his mind- not like her though, not like Angel.

Oliver closed his eyes, a tear falling down his cheek. He didn’t move his hand from her shoulder and she didn’t move her head from his chest.

For the first time, he slept.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Matchup!

Commissioned by @poweranon thank you so much luv, I hope you enjoy <33

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Homicidal Lui

It’s no secret homeboy’s an absolute sweetheart

Or at least, half of him is skdjdhskl

And around someone he loves?

Whew boy, this mans will treat you right 😤👌

You’re quick to catch his attention from the beginning ngl

Because, not only are you pretty out there, but he also thinks you’re stunning

Your long & wavy hair, your cute facial features, your sense of style—hell, even just the shape of you & how you’re the cutest height has his heart throbbing in his stitched-up chest :”)

Boy’s not necessarily shy, but he is a bit of wallflower

So he’s absolutely elated when you come up and talk to him cause he’s not used to being seen like that, y’know?

And when he gets to know you, he sees how friendly & patient & kind & forgiving you are and he’s just?? Already madly in love????

Despite being a wallflower, he‘s been in a good amount of relationships before the whole incident

So he does know what it takes to woo someone, and he isn’t shy when it comes to romantic interests and dates and such uwu

Btw this mans? A total hopeless romantic

The first date, he brings you flowers, offers up his scarf if you’re cold, opens every door for you—the whole shebang

He’s super caring & considerate & kind—an absolute sweetheart ngl <3

You can tell he clearly likes you, and he’s pretty serious about wanting a good relationship with you

The only obstacle that comes in your way is, well, Sully

Lui warns you as soon as he can about his other... less pleasant side, and he tries to reassure you beforehand in case Sully does or says something that might hurt or upset you

And the first few times you do meet Sully, things ends up... actually not too bad, all things considered

Sully’s mad protective of Lui, in his own way, so he ends up grilling you a bit and testing your patience & boundaries to see if you’re a good fit for him

He knows you mean a lot to Lui though, and he doesn’t wanna ruin what the two of you have, so he doesn’t take anything to the extreme

He just kinda acts like an annoying shit, but hey, it’s nothing you can’t handle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Homeboy’s mad relieved things went well after you meet his other half skdjskdjls

And after a while of seeing you & getting used to you, you and Sully actually end up getting along really well?

Like,, y’all just vibe

It’s almost surprising to see Sully develop deeper feelings for someone like he does with you

You end up being his sort of partner in crime, where y’all do a bunch of dumb & impulsive stuff and it’s way too much fun

It also tends to be a lil dangerous too skdjdhsl

But there’s no actual threat becuz Sully would never let you get hurt—he‘s just as protective of you as he is of Lui uwu

And every time Lui finds out what the two of you did—whether by remembering himself, you telling him, or just seeing some kind of mess y’all left behind, he gets worried

He tries to strongly urge you not to do anything like that again, but he knows you’re impulsive and you are safe with Sully, so he Pretends He Does Not See

He’s just a concerned bf, what can I say?

Both appreciate your ride-or-die kinda loyalty so 👏damn 👏much 👏 you have no idea

Lui because it reassures him that no matter how fucked up he might be, he knows you’ll stay by his side

His only concern is that he might end up being toxic for you, especially if you can’t cut him off if it does reach that point, but that only motivates him so much more to treat you right

And Sully appreciates it cause he knows you’re the real deal, babey ;)

He doesn’t want you leaving Lui or him and hurting him, so he’s damn happy you’re the type to stick around :>

And both boys are also definitely hardcore ride-or-dies as well, so y’all make quite the team 👀

Despite that, no one’s perfect, and no relationship is either, so you do have your fights

Mostly with Sully, who sometimes doesn’t know any better & takes things too far

But point is, they’ve seen you get mad, and they’ve regretted it BIG TIME

Sully actually ended up apologizing once—a no bullshit I-know-I-was-wrong-and-I’m-sorry apology—which is saying A LOT

Because that boy? Never once in his life admitted he was wrong

And he did it for you, completely acknowledging what he did and that he hurt you and everything??

Even Lui, to this day, is a lil Shook tbh

Other than that, no matter how optimistic Lui tries to be, he can & does get discouraged just with how life is & everything that’s happened to him

So honestly, you always believing there’s good in the world, and especially good in him, really just makes him unspeakably happy

He‘s super humble he has the privilege of calling you his <33

You bring so much joy & positivity & excitement to his life—he doesn’t know what he’d do without you :”)

Sully doesn’t really care much for that hopeful mushy-gushy stuff, as he calls it, but it goes without saying that he really loves you too

Even if he sometimes doesn’t wanna admit it when he’s being a lil shit smdh

And he especially adores how you aren’t afraid to be who you are, even if you are contradictory uwu

He likes that depth & complexity; loves himself a lady who can see broader perspectives and consider both sides of the same coin 😏👌

Honestly, this boy (these boys??) really love you so damn much, it’s insane

They never thought they’d be able to trust & love again like they do for you

There’s no pressure to always crack jokes around them either, because they’re more than happy to just kick back & relax with you in their arms for some nice peace & quiet 😌👌

And they certainly don’t want you feeling like you need to keep up a facade around them—they just want you to be happy & safe & comfortable with them :”)

They’ll do their best to encourage you when it comes to your studies

But if you don’t wanna keep pursuing that field of education, they’ll gladly offer up their help to get you on a path you’ll be content with

Money,, kind of isn’t an issue when you’re with them 👀

Sully steals from his victims skdhlsl

Last but not least, Lui likes texting to keep up with the people he cares for

Which is understandable because, let’s be real, boy’s paranoid something bad’s gonna happen since that is a recurring theme in his life :/

So he will text you a lot and he’ll be over the moon if you text back

He’ll get worried if you don’t, but he also knows you’re kinda bad at it & it’s not your fault & you’re prolly fine

You might have to reassure him that you’re not getting randomly stabbed and you can take care of yourself every now & then

But even then, he might just like,,, secretly check up on you without your knowledge to reassure himself that you are safe skdjdjsk

Boy just doesn’t wanna lose the light of his life, yknow?

Like I said, a very loving & concerned bf uwu

NSFW

Alright so Lui is very much so also a switch

And if you wanna take charge in the bedroom, that’s more than fine by him 😏👌

He looks sO damn fine all tied up, whining and trying to buck up into your hands if you wanna tease him a lil 👀

He’s also a bit of a masochist, so feel more than free to pull his hair, bite him & smack him around a bit 👅💦

If you mark him up, he’ll go feral

You can get as rough or as slow & teasing as you like—baby boy can take it all~ 😏🤤

All he asks is that you cuddle up with him afterwards and tell him he did a good job & that you love him while playing with his hair or gently kissing his forehead :3:

This mans loves dat soft aftercare so damn much 💕

If you let him take control, he’ll be more on the sweet & intimate side

The chances of him getting rough are slim to none—like he doesn’t really wanna mark you up or anything because he’s scared of hurting you :<

He’d rather leave feather light touches over your skin, worshiping your body and praising every inch of you instead uwu

Don’t get me wrong though, he’s still perfectly fine with getting a lil kinky ;)

He’s more than willing to tie you up and trying new toys & positions, but his hard limits involve anything that might hurt or degrade you

Sully, on the other hand, is almost the polar opposite

He loves having control and has absolutely no issue getting rough & leaving plenty of marks

If you wanna dom Sully, you might have to work for it a lil 😏😉

He’s not opposed to being submissive, he just tends to naturally dom more—and even when he is submissive, he’s a huge brat

You can slap him around as much as you like & tease him to death, but he’ll still lie there, panting and clearly very much so needy, asking if that’s all you got~

And he won’t admit it but he also enjoys some affectionate aftercare too uwu

Since Lui knows his other half tends to get sadistic, he’ll make sure you have at least one (1) safeword

And he’ll make sure Sully knows what it is & respects it

Sully wouldn’t cross boundaries on purpose, but Lui’s just a bit wary of his other half sometimes

Which is understandable honestly 👁👄👁

When he notices the marks his other half left, Lui won’t be able to help but feel guilty

He knows he didn’t technically do it, but in a way, it still is him

And he knows Sully wouldn’t take things too far, what with the safeword and all, so it definitely is consensual, but still, boy will just feel Bad™️

So he’ll be extra loving & caring the next time y’all do the do

And he’ll kiss over the bites and scratches, murmuring how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while slowly stroking your skin, his hips evenly rolling against yours, hitting your pelvis with every slow, soft thrust~

He’s totally the type to set a romantic mood, too

Rose petals, soft lighting and smooth background music are a regular occurrence tbh

Boy just wants to show you how much he loves & appreciates you <33

Also, Lui tends to enjoy your cottage core fem style while Sully digs the aggressive butch style

So if ya wanna get them riled up a lil, you can just dress the part and hint at sex the slightest bit—rubbing up against them or grinding yourself onto their lap when they’re holding you—and they’ll almost immediately pop one

They’re too easy to tease~

Sully will flat out deny how easily you get him riled up, but he won’t release his hold on your hips, keeping you pressed against the very evident bulge in his pants 🥴👌

While Lui will just get flustered before wrapping his arms around you and evenly trying to rock back up into you while quietly moaning & gasping against your neck 🤤

At the end of the day, both boys just wanna make you feel good~

They’re more than happy to go down on you whenever you need it—your wish is their command~ 💋✨

Besides Lui’s hard limits, both are down for pretty much anything & will gladly experiment with different things if you wanna spice things up a bit 👅💦

But chances are, things are already spicy enough as is because, after all, it does takes quite a lot to satiate two people in the same body 😉💋

[sweetpea-sprite]

13 for the angst, love your writing btw ^u^

“haha hey guys taking prompts :) will probably be really short haha :)” [writes 1400 words]

you didn’t specify a character/ship (which i did not say was a thing you could do because i forgot but for anyone reading this you can do that if you want lmao) so i chose esther because i love her and she doesn’t have enough development

i’ll probably post this on ao3 too? so look out for that

(ALSO THANK YOU ILY2)

(ALSO also my playlist decided to play hug all ur friends by cavetown as i was writing this and i nearly started sobbing. for the full experience please listen to that while reading)

edit: lol i put it under a read more because it was annoying me having to scroll through it i’m sorry

13. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

It’s been… a day.

Between Oliver still being comatose when the day began, to fighting Vileheart for the second time (without Oliver, mind you), to Oliver waking up and defeating Vileheart with a new spell and a vengeance, Esther thinks she can safely say she hasn’t had this much emotional tax since the day her father tried to fight Shadar, who had subsequently decided to pay her a visit. The hardships aren’t over yet, however. They still have to trek through the Miasma Marshes for a second time, then it’s to Nevermore to defeat the Dark Djinn himself.

Oliver, having just woken from a coma (in which he found out his mom is dead forever) had been anxious to get going, even suggesting they start the journey the very next day. Esther doesn’t understand it, and clearly neither do Swaine and Drippy, seeing as they immediately help her to shut that idea down. They’re having at least one rest day, preferably a few. Oliver pouts, but otherwise doesn’t complain.

The Cat’s Cradle gives them a free room with three beds, and though Oliver is confused, the others take it with a sighed “thank you”. News of Oliver’s condition had spread quickly considering how tiny Perdida is, and after a week of staying there you get to know the townspeople, including the innkeeper, just a little. Swaine takes the bed nearest the door, Oliver the one next to his, and Esther takes the one on the opposite side of the room. Drippy, who had stolen a cushion from the inn lobby, throws it onto Oliver’s bed as Oliver tosses his bag in a corner. All of them start to settle in, lying on top of their beds quietly.

Five minutes of awkward silence later, Oliver sits up from where he was leafing through his Wizard’s companion without actually reading it, slamming the book shut and making everyone jump. “I’m going for a walk,” he says shortly, moving to do just that. Drippy moves from his cushion to follow, but Oliver turns around and stops him. “Mr. Drippy, you look exhausted,” he says softly. “I’ll be fine.” The two of them have a slight stare off before Drippy grumbles to himself and lies back down.

Oliver is almost out the door when Esther sits up too. “I’ll come with you,” she says decidedly, and Oliver turns to tell her what he told Drippy, but wilts under her gaze.

“Okay,” he says defeatedly, and Esther shuffles off of her bed and follows him out. Swaine says nothing, but watches them leave out of one eye. Drippy seems more relaxed with Esther going as well, and turns over just as she leaves.

They leave the inn in silence, the sun beginning to set over Perdida, giving them a pink-orange backdrop. Not as many people are out as before, and the two walk in an awkward silence through town, not quite sure where they’re going. “So,” Oliver starts, quietly. “…How are you?”

Esther’s quiet for a moment, before bursting into giggles. “How am I?” she says, between laughter, “I’m not the one who just got out of a magical coma.”

Oliver glances up at her, and smiles. “I guess not,” he says, laughing slightly along with her. “But… I did miss a week. Did anything interesting happen?”

Esther hums. She has to think about it, seeing as most of the past week had been filled with sobbing, and she doubts that’ll lighten the mood. “I learned a new song,” she says. “Raises defense.” Refrain, it’s called. She doesn’t tell Oliver why she learned it, of course. If Swaine had been punching a few walls while he had been out, that wasn’t her business. Making Swaine’s hands hurt less with every punch had been something she had been able to do to help, and god, had she needed it then.

“That’s really great, Esther!” Oliver says, beaming up at her. “I… know we’re all pretty tired,” Understatement, Esther thinks, “but show it to me tomorrow?”

“Sure!” Esther says, grinning. It’s like Oliver was never gone. “Oh! I thought of another thing. The other day, there was a visitor from Hamelin.”

“Really?” Oliver’s eyes widen.

“Mhm! It wasn’t Marcassin, but he sent his regards. He’s never been to Perdida, so he couldn’t cast Travel, and he had duties to attend to… Oh, and-”

They continue chatting as they walk out of town, Oliver of course waving to the guard as they go by, mostly about nothing, Esther catching Oliver up on the things he’d missed (which wasn’t much, considering the past week was her, Drippy, and Swaine realising how much their life had begun to revolve around Oliver), and for a moment it almost seemed like he’d never left.

…For a moment.

They sit on the grass near the edge of the cliff, near where Esther had found Swaine just that morning. There’s an area of the grass near them that’s been scuffed up from their fight with Vileheart, which Esther decides to ignore. Unfortunately, she only manages to do so for so long.

Oliver laughs. Oliver laughs, and it’s so stupid, but Esther hasn’t heard him laugh in what feels like years. Hasn’t even heard his voice in what feels like years. She’s just watched him as he laid perfectly, deathly still, not shifting an inch.

“Esther?” Oliver says, causing her to look at him. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and she wonders how he can say that when he’s… alive. She’s been staring at his still as a statue face for the past week, letting the hours tick by. She had almost forgotten what shade of blue his eyes were, and now that they’re open and awake and bright… it’s too much.

She attempts to swallow past the lump in her throat, and doesn’t succeed. “I’m fine,” she says, and winces at how pathetic her voice sounds.

Oliver shakes his head. “No you’re not. What’s wrong?”

Esther takes a moment to pull herself slightly more together, then says, “I just… you’re here.” She almost laughs at Oliver’s confused face. “You’re alive. You’re awake. I… we didn’t know if…” She sniffles, and sincerely hopes the implication was clear, because she doesn’t think she can keep talking.

The first tear falls from Esther’s eye and drops down onto her hands, bunched in her lap.

“Esther…” Oliver murmurs. “I… I’m sorry…” Esther lets out a choked laugh, inhaling as she tries to stop the tears from coming. He’s sorry? He isn’t the one having a breakdown because he’s back from the possible dead.

“Oliver,” Esther says, when she gets the slightest moment to breathe, “If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall apart.” As if she hasn’t already fallen apart, as if she isn’t currently falling apart.

Oliver immediately moves and wraps his arms around Esther, who hugs back with a vengeance as she starts actively sobbing, because Oliver is alive, and you’d think after repeating it so much it would become less remarkable, but somehow it hasn’t. Esther hugs Oliver tighter, and he returns it, shifting in order to hug her easier. They stay like that until Esther’s sobs turn into breathy sniffles.

“I…” Oliver sounds choked up as well as he speaks into Esther’s shoulder, sniffling slightly. “I’m not gonna die. I’m gonna… I’ll be here for as long as you need me,” he says, and Esther doesn’t like how he avoids saying forever, wondering what that means. She ignores it as she blubbers into Oliver’s shoulder.

“Promise?” she says shakily.

“…Promise,” Oliver murmurs, pulling away and facing Esther.

Esther realises Oliver’s crying too, though to a lesser extent than her. He smiles through his tears, eyebrows bunched together, and laughs quietly, sadly. He sniffs. “I swear to… to stay with you guys for as long as you need me.”

“…Yeah?” Esther says, ignoring the wording again. “You… you will?” She knows she already got a promise, but she really needs to hear it again.

“Yeah.”

“…Okay.”

Oliver moves back to sitting beside Esther, leaning his head on her shoulder. She leans back, and they watch as the sun moves below the horizon, and the sky gets darker. “We should probably go back to the inn soon,” Esther murmurs, and Oliver hums in agreement, but neither of them move to do so.

They eventually stumble back as the sky turns to twilight, and if Swaine and Drippy notice their tear tracks, they don’t say anything.

[mageicalwishes]

A Smashing Summer - Chapter 3

Read on AO3: here

Read the previous chapter (On Tumblr): here

Summary: “I’m egging your house for a dare, but you’re parent is a cop and now they’re yelling at me, so I told them you were my ex and you wronged me, and now you’re coming outside, so please just go along with this, I really don’t want to go to jail” AU When Simon Snow agreed to egg some posho’s house, he never thought he’d find himself here - The only thing standing between himself and a criminal charge, the word of a handsome stranger.

Chapter: 3/?

Words: 1,694

Simon

I slide down against the sofa, pulling my phone out of my pocket, with a smile.

ME (19:57): Hey, hey, hey, Bazaroo!

ME (19:57): I’m super glad you liked the scones! They’re my absolute faveee

ME (19:57): I’ll bring enough to share next time :)

ME (19:58): How are you today?

To my delight, my phone buzzes with a response, almost immediately.

BP (19:58): If you ever call me that again, I will block your number. I’m not even joking.

BP (19:58): And, I’m pretty good, thanks. Yourself?

ME (19:59): Aw :( Imma just have to keep trying different names till I find one you like, then :p

ME (19:59): I’m great! Had a pretty good day today :)

ME (20:00): Sorry I didn’t message earlier btw - It’s been a busy day! Me and the lads went into town and played some footie, and then I had to do some dumb history essay (Idk who told my history teacher she could set homework in the holidays, but I wanna fight them!)

ME (20:00): I fucking despise the Tudors. I mean, why the fuck would I care about socio-economic policies from like a million years ago! Grrrr!

BP (20:01): No worries, Snow. I understand.

BP (20:01): That is unfortunate - But, you got lucky with the Tudors, to be honest. I’d rather that, than the bloody Industrial Revolution. That is mind-numbingly dull!

BP (20:02): But, I hate to break it to you - If you think the Tudor dynasty was a million years ago, then maybe you should reconsider your subject choice. You’ll definitely fail the A-level, if that’s your level of understanding.

ME (20:03): Aha trueee. Sucks to be you :p

ME (20:03): And stfu!! I know it wasn’t actually a million years ago, you tosser! I was BEING dramatic - You should've realised, you know ALL about that, Mr. Roll-your-eyes-every-two-fucking-seconds.

BP (20:04): I’m unconvinced.

Stupidly, I scoff aloud - Drawing Nathan’s attention away from the television and over to me. He stands, trudging over, and plopping down onto the sofa besides me.

I groan, frustrated.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. Nothing … Just wondering who you’re texting,” he drawls, the mocking amusement clear in his tone. “Got yourself a new girlfriend, or something?”

“No! I’m just talking to Penny,” I defend, my voice rising suspiciously. Fuck. I’m such a crap liar.

“You know, I know you’re lying, right?”

“Obviously,” I drone. “Just … Butt out of it, though, yeah? Please.”

“Alright, alright” he laughs, throwing his hands up in a mock surrender. “I’ll leave you be. But, if you wanna keep your little buddy a secret - I’d advise against laughing at their messages in the bloody common room, you divvy.”

“Noted,” I sigh, turning towards the door. “Don’t tell Josh though, yeah?”

“Sure, Simon. If that’s what you want, your secret is safe with me.”

“Cheers, mate.” I smile. “You’re the best.”

“I know, I know. I’m amazing. Just go and text them, you mug!”

I do (Obviously). Quickly jogging upstairs, and locking myself in the bathroom - Where I’m safely hidden from prying eyes. Laying myself down in the bathtub, I hammer out a reply, sending it off Baz immediately.

ME (20:13): Whatever, dickhead!!

ME (20:13): Also soz I didn’t answer. Nathan was being nosy lol.

ME (20:13): Anyway … You been up to much today?

Baz

Just as I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be receiving a response, my phone buzzes loudly against my bedside table - My chest swelling pathetically, as I reach out and grab it.

Typing out a response, I find myself smiling - Unbridled joy melting away my impassive neutrality.

ME (20:14): No worries, Snow. It’s not as though I’m just sitting here, desperately awaiting your every response. I do have a life outside of you, you know.

That's not exactly true ... But, he doesn’t need to know that.

ME (20:14): And, no, not really. I’ve mostly just been reading. I did try to teach Mordelia how to play chess, though - Which was fairly disastrous.

SS (20:15): Lol! Sounds good :)

SS (20:15): Who is Mordelia, though?

SS (20:15): Is that your girlfriend?

I stare at my phone, blankly - Trying to formulate a response.

ME (20:17): Seriously?

Barely a second after I've send it, my phone starts buzzing furiously - Message after message, pouring in.

SS (20:17): What?

SS (20:17): That’s a perfectly valid question!

SS (20:17): You haven’t mentioned anyone called Mordelia, I swear to God!

SS (20:18): I’d remember, for sure.

SS (20:18): It’s not exactly a common name

ME (20:19): I know that, Snow. I was referring to the girlfriend question!

ME (20:19): I thought that we had already established that, a girlfriend isn’t exactly on the cards for me - Given the whole fake ex-boyfriend situation.

SS (20:20): Bi people exist, you moron!

SS (20:20): I’m Bi. Lol.

SS (20:20): I didn’t wanna assume you were only into guys … Or that you were even really into them at all.

SS (20:21): You totally could’ve been Bi!

SS (20:21): Or straight! The whole ex-boyfriend thing was a lie, remember? - You could’ve just been a straight bro, pretending to be into dudes, to help me out.

SS (20:22): It aint a dumb question, really. So … Don’t be annoying!!

Oh. Okay.

Newly nervous, I begin typing out my response - Ensuring that I sound perfectly unphased.  

ME (20:22): Christ, Snow! You seriously have to stop sending so many texts in a row. My phone is going to have a meltdown, if you keep it up.

Hesitating slightly, I continue.

ME (20:23): But, you’re right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it to sound as though Gay and Straight were the only options. I could’ve been Bi … Or Straight, I suppose. But, to clarify - I’m definitely not. I’m gay.

ME (20:24): I guess that - Where I’ve known since I was eleven, and I stopped trying to hide it a while ago now, I sort of forget that it isn’t immediately apparent to everybody else. Everyone in my Family knows. Everyone at College, too. So, I just, sort of, forget that I can still be perceived as anything other than what I actually am.

SS (20:26): Hush you! I like multiple texts!! It’s easier to keep my track of my thoughts, like that. If I try to put it all in one text, I forget what I wanna say.

SS (20:26): And dw about it, it’s chill! I know you didn’t mean it like that, I was just teasing :)

SS (20:27): I get what you mean tho. Coming out was so scary … But now I sort of forget that not everybody knows. I just like to assume they do lol. It’s stopped being such a big thing, now that I can just, like, relax about it.

Unsure of how to respond, I type out a simple …

ME (20:28): Yeah.

SS (20:28): Yeah :)

SS (20:28): Seriously, tho. Who is Mordelia? You never actually answered me lol.

ME (20:29): She’s my little sister.

SS (20:30): Oh lol! That’s crazy! I didn’t think you had a sibling.

SS (20:30): You don’t give off doting big brother vibes.

SS (20:31): More like … Spoiled only child, ones. LOL! :D

SS (20:31): Is she your only sibling?

Unable to help myself, I chuckle, quietly.  

ME (20:32): Very funny, Snow. But I never said I was doting! I may be their brother, but I still have standards.

ME (20:33): And, no (Unfortunately). I have three more - Two sisters, and a brother. They’re my step-siblings technically, though. And they’re quite a bit younger than me. So, I was an only child for quite a long time.

SS (20:33): Cool!

SS (20:34): Do they all have stupidly posh names, too?

SS (20:34): And, do you like having siblings?

SS (20:35): I always wanted a brother, when I was little!

ME (20:36): Yes. Unfortunately, my family are incapable of picking normal names.

ME (20:37): And, yes. Most of the time, anyway. It’s nice to always have somebody to talk to - Or to play with (Although, I think I would’ve appreciated that more, if the age-gap wasn’t quite so wide). But, they do drive me up the wall, sometimes! Mordelia has taken to drawing all over my revision notes, recently - I’m sure you can imagine how I felt about that!

SS (20:40): Aw, yeah. That sounds nice!

SS (20:40): LMAO! THAT’S HILARIOUS! I feel bad for her tho … I’d hate to have your wrath turned on me! You'd probs make me cry lol.

ME (20:41): Yes, well. Despite what you think - My wrath was, evidently, not strong enough! She’s still bloody doing it!

SS (20:43): Aha lol! I like her! She sounds as stubborn as you.

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A soft rap on the door, disturbs me from my conversation with Snow.

“Baz, Honey? Are you in there?” Daphne calls, her voice sweet and cautious.

“Yeah? You can open the door. It’s fine - I’m decent.”

“Okay,” she hums, pushing the door open slightly, and peeping her head in. “I just wanted to let you know that I'm about to start plating up dinner.”

“Alright,” I smile. “Thank you. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Perfect. See you then,” she sings, turning and leaving the room.

Hastily, I rattle out a text to Snow.

ME (21:14): As much as I am enjoying this, I have to go now, Snow. Sorry.

SS (21:14): Aw :( How come?

ME (21:15): I’ve got to go and eat dinner.

SS (21:15): At nine ?!?

ME (21:16): Yes, Snow - At nine. I must compliment you on your time-telling abilities!  

ME (21:16): My Father insists that we eat dinner together as a family, but he was working late tonight … So, nine P.M steak it is.

SS (21:17): Aw fuck! You have steak! I’m well jel :(((

SS (21:17): But, okay, no worries! Hope you enjoy your dinner.

SS (21:18): TTYL :D

ME (21:18):  Will do! Talk to you later. Goodbye for now :)

[jekunitrash]

Chaos in the Alicein household_Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since Mikuni and Jeje came back. Everything was slowly returning the way it was before, the two brothers would play games in the afternoon and when the time would come for Misono to do his homework, the blonde would either talk with Lily and Jeje or play with the children. Surprisingly enough, they never questioned him too much on where he had been this whole time and what he had been doing. They were happy just listening to him talking about random things, and Mikuni made them laugh by listing all the pranks he played on Jeje. Said vampire wasn't amused. 

They also thought about closing the shop but the blonde said it would be a waste, and that he would just open it when Misono was at school, like a part-time job. He didn't want to stay home doing nothing of his days, eventhough everyone told him it was fine. Jeje for his part just complied to whatever his eve said. Besides, he could make bottled ships which was kind of a hobby to him. 

So everything was going well in the Alicein household except from the fact that Mikado wasn't at home very often because of "family affairs", as he said. But it wasn't much of a problem for the others since they were used to it and Mikuni wasn't that comfortable around him. They still needed some time to adjust to their new situation, it seemed. Anyways, the servamps and eves were having dinner when Misono brought something up. 

-"Hey, I was thinking. How about we throw a party and invite the other pairs? It's been a while since we last saw them and it was after the war against Tsubaki. It would be nice to see each others for something else than battle. " 

"Oh, great idea Misono!" Lily exclaimed, " I'm so proud of you for suggesting that, you always act like a tsundere-"

"Shut up Lily!" The teen yelled at him, visibly embarassed by the vampire's comment. Mikuni chimed in, feeling like teasing his cute and blushing brother.

"But he is right though, Misono! It's so unexpected of you to suggest something like a party, I mean, you're shy and all-"

"YOU TOO, SHUT YOUR MOUTH !" Now he was really annoyed. 

Jeje sighed at them but he was admittedly amused. Seeing his eve laugh like this was satisfying and he briefly felt flutters in his stomach. It was a strange but not displeasing feeling, and he found himself unable to put a name on it. He was pulled out of his reflexion when more yelling erupted in the room. 

-"Why the hell would you want to invite this bastard Tsurugi, little brother ?!"

'Ah. This is going to be troublesome...' the servamp of envy thought. He knew how the C3's hound dog ( well at least he wasn't being used by Touma anymore) and his eve acted around each other. Incessant banter and death threats, that was it. 'Why did Misono have to bring him up, ugh.'

-" Oh come on, Mikuni. Don't you think it's about time you two start interacting normally ? Besides, you agreed that we invite the Melancholy team, why not the C3? Well except for  Touma of course. I can't forgive this bastard." Misono tried to reason his brother. However, his efforts went to waste as Mikuni seemed to have already set his mind.

"Forget it, I'm not going to see him even if you're the one to ask. We could never understand each other anyway. " he declared before leaving the room. 

The lust pair sat there dumbfounded while Jeje stared in the void, thinking hard. It wasn't new that Mikuni and Tsurugi didn't get along but his eve's reaction was excessive, even to him. And it wasn't that bad when they worked together. Sure Mikuni was opposed to his methods and often said he found him disgusting but he was also worried when he got hurt. That's why he didn't understand how the two men's relationship had deteriorated that much. 'Something must have happened, but what?' Jeje was always with his eve, surely he would know if anything serious happened. 'Well it won't help to stay here'. He stood up and quietly apologized to the other two before going to his eve's room.

As expected, the door was closed. Jeje knocked on it, not willing to upset the blonde more by entering without permission. He got a hum from Mikuni and took it that he could come in. The door creaked when he opened it, which at least made the blonde look at him. He even cracked a smile and if Jeje didn't know better, he would have thought he had already calmed down.

-"Want blood?" Mikuni asked, it was obvious that he was trying to avoid any conversation regarding Tsurugi and himself. 

Jeje merely growled at this before coming closer to the bed in which Mikuni was lying. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, eventhough the perspective of drinking blood later in the night was rather appealing. But first he was going to make his eve talk.

-"Why are you upset?" 

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are." Jeje cut him before he could give any fake excuse to his behaviour. Maybe he was being assertive but he didn't care. It was Mikuni who had said he trusted him, and that he wanted them to act like real partners. He wasn't going to let him come back on his word.

"I'm going to stay there until you tell me what is wrong." God he was speaking a lot lately.

Mikuni snorted at that and turned on his side so he was facing the wall.

-"Oh please. I'm the master here, remember ? You don't have to order me about. Besides, what does it matter to you?"

And that was it for Jeje. 'What does it matter to you',  those few words made him incredibly angry. Not at Mikuni himself but because his feelings (whatever they are) were being doubted by the person he cared the most about. He grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him on his back and pinned him to the bed, firmly holding his wrists. The blonde gaped at him, he clearly wasn't expecting that. 

-"Jeje, what...?"

The servamp didn't answer, he didn't understand why he reacted like this either. His eve drove him crazy in every possible way. One minute ago he felt angry because of what he said and now that the blonde was looking at him, eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty written on his face, he almost regretted. 

-"Jeje..." 

Crap, he should say something. The problem is, he has no idea what. What's worse is that he can't even look away from him. His gaze is locked on Mikuni, only Mikuni, to the point where everything else ceases to exist. He feels the same flutters as earlier during dinner, and unconsciously lets go of his wrists while bending down. He comes back to his senses when he feels Mikuni's forehead against his, and freezes when he realises his body has been moving on its own. 

'What the hell was I going to do?' 

-"Jeje."

They make eyecontact and it's as if Mikuni wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. He is staring at his servamp intensly, and the latter can't tell what emotion is reflected in those beautiful eyes. Wait, did he really think that just now?

-"Jeje" Mikuni says for the umpteenth time tonight. 

-"I'm sorry, Jeje. I didn't want to sound mean." He says that while caressing the servamp's cheek and Jeje is astonished by the fact that once again, he was able to understand him eventhough he hadn't said anything. He shakes his head before placing his hand on top of Mikuni's, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

-"It's fine... I wasn't angry at you... I  thought you would tell me what was wrong." His voice was almost a whisper but the other man could perfectly hear it.

-" I know... it's just that I don't feel ready to talk with him. We're nothing alike, and he used to do horrible things under Touma's orders. And also..." He pauses, not sure if he should finish that sentence or not. He doesn't know how will Jeje react. 

-"Also what?" The vampire asks. 

Mikuni takes a deep breath before answering.

-" One time he used his spells too much during a mission and I went to visit him in the infirmary. He was really out of it, I think he didn't recognize me. He must have had mistaken me for an enemy because I totally thought he was going to kill me. Other sorcerers restrained him but it was hella scary." He said all that looking to the side so he didn't know what kind of expression Jeje had.

-"... And you only tell me this now?"

-"Huh ?" He turned his head to the servamp who clearly wasn't pleased.

-"It's my job to protect you. How did you even think it was a good idea to go by yourself in the first place?!" Jeje was frustrated. He wanted to protect his man-child of an eve but right now he felt useless. What if Tsurugi had hurt him that day?

-"It's okay, Jeje. I didn't get the tiniest scratch. And he didn't do it on purpose. I was just scared back then and never knew how to make things better. I guess that's another thing I will have to work on." He finished with a small smile and intertwined his fingers with the servamp's. Said vampire squeezed back before resting his head on Mikuni's shoulder. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this, the blonde's smell was relaxing. It seemed his eve shared his opinion as he whispered to him: 

-"Jeje... can we stay like this, just for tonight?" 

-"I thought you were the master." He said teasingly.

Mikuni huffed but chuckled. A sound Jeje loved. He was going to have a serious talk about feelings with Lily tomorrow morning. For now he just wanted to give his eve the attention he needed. He adjusted their position so they were both lying on their sides, Mikuni's head against his chest. He wrapped one arm around his waist, bringing him even closer. The blonde sighed in content, he felt safe in his servamp's embrace.  

-"Mikuni."

"Mmh?"

"Don't you ever think I don't care about you again. " Jeje said, and there was no contesting it.

-"Okay. Thank you Jeje. "

 They fell asleep together this night, both with a satisfied smile on their faces.

So, I reposted chapter 3 and 4 today and will most likely publish them two by two from now on. I actually have 34 chapters of this story on my Wattpad account but won't put them all at once because... well, because. (I'm a prick btw)

[sasslightertm-a]

ooookay, so, some bullshit™ happened earlier this past week and I’m annoyed and pissed. incoming rant/vent under the cut (with screenshots used by permission).

As most of you who have been following me long enough probably know by now, there is a Charmed Discord server and I was in it for a while until I left in early January 2019, for reasons that will be discussed later. The main mod runs a few Charmed rp blogs here on Tumblr, we did have a few threads planned out together, and eventually after I left the Discord server it got to a point where I felt uncomfortable seeing her posts on my dash so I quietly unfollowed and deleted our thread I’d had in my drafts (which had been sitting there for months by this point anyway because I am slow af). Shortly after I unfollwed her, she unfollowed me without so much a message of “Would you be interested in continuing any threads?”.

This mod, while I was in the server, also created a venting/ranting group Google doc against another Charmed roleplayer who has been around for years and had been in the server as well but also left for much the same reasons I later did (namely, feeling unwelcome within the server). (The Google doc has since been deleted, I believe.)

Which brings me to the main point of this post. One of my close friends/mutuals noticed this mod and the roleplayer starting to interact again when both of them had unfollowed each other for months beforehand after the mod decided this roleplayer was Toxic™.

Uh-huh, sure, I find it very hard to believe you told her about the call-out Google doc and everything in it and she was perfectly understanding about it. I also have yet to hear an apology at all from this mun when 1) the most we would do is talk OOC anyway; 2) my Chris and Bilie were constantly ignored despite me showing interest in some of her wishlist ideas; and 3) any threads we did have would only get two replies in if I was lucky and were then dropped. So I unfollowed ages ago and moved on with other mutuals, and at this point it’s honestly not worth it.

And no, sorry, the server was not inactive when I left it back in early/mid January. Everyone was either in the general, headcanons, or venting channels And yes, any time anyone responded to me it was because I or my friend had said something they wanted to argue with or turn into a headcanon about their own next-generation muses. Also? For all y’all would squee over white US-American YouTuber cover artists or Korean boybands (despite none of you speaking a word of Korean), or the mod occasionally slipping into Arabic and then translating when one of us would ‘???’, the instant I try and share a cover by an amazing Turkish musical-theater singer who speaks German and does German-language musicals (said cover was in English, by the way), or the instant I would talk about something I learned in one of my German classes (despite most of my ancestry being, y’know, German [and for the record, said German ancestors came over to the States in the 1800s, so don’t even go there])... dead silence. 

1) oh my gods I’m howling. Thanks for admitting most of the people in the server hate me just because they found my fanfiction and that I like to write dark-themed fics and smut. Out of curiosity, was it one of my FF.net accounts (my main, my Charmed-fic-centric one, or my dark!AU Tenth Doctor-fic-centric one) or was it my AO3? (Also way to go for basically admitting that yup, you’re all a bunch of antis and really be drinking the evangelical fundamentalist Christian purity culture Kool-Aid.)

and btw, saying “complete transparency?” like that is just code for “I’m about to be a petty bitch and you’re not going to want to hear it, but too late.”

also, what, like none of you have ever wanted to write kinky smutty fanfic just because it’s fun and lets you work out various fantasies that may or may not be inherently transgressive? as far as I’m aware I was one of maybe two other people in that server who identify as asexual so don’t even try and say any of youse are sex-repulsed aces.

my smutfic isn’t even that kinky, but go off, I guess

tbh they also probably hate me bc I called them out over their misuse of the word “pedophilia” in regards to this one particular scene in a teen drama TV show between fictional teenage characters being portrayed by adult actors that airs on a network aiming for a 18 to 49-year-old demographic, and the mod and I would disagree over various things concerning US-American Wicca, but hey, it’s easier to just go after my fanfiction and say they hate me because of the fanfics, right?

speaking of that scene they were so up-in-arms about, don’t even try and tell me real-life allosexual teenagers are not horny and don’t have sex with other teenagers, because coming from a state with one of the highest rates of teen pregnancy (where more often than not both would-be parents are teenagers of or around the same age), I will not believe you

like, seriously, do NONE of you remember ever being horny and hormonal as a teenager, or...? 

2) Stop trying to make this an argument that needs to be won, because it isn’t. Also? By the time I left the Charmed Discord server didn’t even feel like a Charmed server anyway, so. There’s that.

3) My friend is right and she should say it.

A few things here: 

How does any of that sound accusatory when it’s true and my friend calmly laying out how she felt about the situation??

Again, stop trying to make this into an argument or personal attack because it isn’t. And not every single conversation is a debate that needs to be won.

“I was half joking”, uh-huh, yeah, riiiiight. Also? How is it any of your business how she decides to run her blog and curtail it so she feels safe on her own dash??? Especially when you don’t even follow or interact with her anymore?? Hell, I softblock people myself who are either inactive and just taking up my follower account, or are personal/fandom blogs who I just don’t want interacting with me. And if you follow me but don’t make any motion to interact, then yeah I’m probably going to softblock you too after posting a heads-up that I’ll be cleaning out my follower count.

And the best part??? Immediately after all this the mod/mun made a post on her blog saying how she doesn’t put up with passive-aggressiveness or manipulation. How the fuck is my friend/mutual being passive-aggressive or manipulative???? 

I’m sorry, but no, you do not get to do that. I see what you did there, and it is not okay. And I am glad I don’t have to deal with any of this mun’s bullshit anymore, or most of the people in the server, apparently. They blocked me solely because they found my kinky darkfic? Fine, great, it’s not like any of them ever interacted with any of my muses anyway and I don’t want to deal with them either. (But also... I made it clear on the server that I also write a dark eldritch!AU Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who and they all knew I have a sideblog for the canon evil version of Chris Halliwell so how exactly was it a surprise that I like writing fanfiction with darker themes and grey areas?)

Anyway, no, that language used on my friend was not called for at all. Neither was trying to make her out to be the aggressor when anyone who’s chatted with her OOC for long enough knows that even doing this much is hard emotionally for her. This was also not an argument that absolutely had to be won so quit trying to turn everything into an argument to make yourself look better. And ooh, boy, tone policing on top of that. That last response was classic “I know you’re right but I don’t want to admit it so I’m just gonna say something to make myself look like I came out on top.”

Nah. 

There’s the door. Make sure it hits you on the way out.

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alternate music video for Sucker by Jonas Brothers feat. jaime and brienne in fancy clothes chase-dancing each other through a museum. I’m keeping it under the cut because it’s super long (it’s just text... in bullet points again bc i can’t write unless it looks like lists... mayhaps there is a drawing at the end...)

so pretend this is one of those music videos with an obnoxiously long introductory scene where the music starts late in the video. We see doors being pushed open and Brienne storming out of it with tears in her eyes, Jaime following closely behind her, calling out to her. 

When he catches up, he starts apologizing for something that happened inside (he’s not at fault). Maybe they bumped into nasty Lannister relatives at the function or maybe the press was annoying them with questions about their relationship, either way it soured her mood and she just wants to go home.

(btw Jaime’s looking sharp in a fancy suit and Brienne is in a tailored dress that fits her perfectly because obvs Jaime got the measurements right!)

We see them walking briskly down the street, Brienne assuring him she’s fine (she’s not) and stops to hail a cab. Jaime doesn’t want the night to end yet, not like this at least, so he looks around to find a place they can be together a little longer, away from people. He spots a museum across the street and grins, tugging her arm and walking them there. Brienne groans and shakes her head all the way there. Jaime tells her ‘Trust me, it’ll be fun’. They approach the man at the counter who tells them they have 30 minutes before the museum closes. Jaime pays for the tickets, thanks the man, and ushers Brienne into the first exhibit. To their relief, they seem to be the only ones there.

Jaime starts cracking jokes at everything he sees, animatedly gesturing at things as an attempt to cheer her up and distract her. Brienne offers him an appreciative smile but stays mostly quiet and crosses her arms, distant and still feeling insecure from earlier events. Jaime sees this and sighs. He doesn’t want her to think that he’s uncomfortable with being seen in public with her, like he’s ashamed to call her his girlfriend. Like he doesn’t enjoy her company. He plots a way to save their night (and possibly their relationship).

At the second exhibit, he tells Brienne he has to go the men’s restroom but actually goes to see the man behind the counter for a favour. When he comes back, they walk around the exhibit in silence, examining things separately. Brienne sighs, a little frustrated and turns to him, "Can we please go now?". Jaime stays silent but holds a finger up, motioning her to wait. Brienne looks at him confused but before she can ask, pop music starts playing from the speakers. Jaime grins at her. And Oh, she Knows that look too well, he's planning something. Brienne watches him closely, one eyebrow raised.

Jaime, still grinning, walks a few paces away from her, then turns around and does a dramatic popping arm wave and passes it to her. He raises an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to accept the wave. Brienne scoffs at him, bewildered but secretly amused. She turns her back to him and walks away. For a second, Jaime’s worried he's pushing things too far tonight with the sudden dance, afraid she’ll leave. As his arm lowers, Brienne rolls her (BEAUTIFUL MUSCULAR BARE) shoulders and cracks her neck. A pause. And she tentatively extends her arm, bends it 90 degrees and does a robot wave, passing it back to him. Sucker starts playing, ‘We go together’. Jaime's face immediately lights up, captivated by her and her trust in him. Brienne looks at him embarrassed but determined, wanting to give this a try.

And they dance. Brienne totally does that Pick Up Gown/Skirt And Sway It Left And Right like Emma Stone did in La La Land. There are also disco moves, attempted hip hop moves, a little waltz here and there (Jaime leading and dipping her effortlessly, sometimes Brienne twirls him), looking at each other while doing the side shuffle from The Breakfast Club

When the chorus hits, ‘I'm a sucker for you, you say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly’, they’re running around exhibits, touching things they're not supposed to, Jaime twirling her, Brienne teasing him, Jaime chasing after her, Jaime doing the splits and failing (and Brienne laughing at him)

Everything is magical and playful, bokeh lights everywhere. In one of the hallways, they do the back and forth shimmy towards each other. In another exhibit, they sit on a bench and do something like the tap dance scene in La La Land

Also like.. the best thing about brienne's dance moves is that it's based off her longsword training. The way she spins her body and arms? Her wrist and feet? She's channeling her training, but it’s a little different from Arya’s water dancing. Brienne’s movements are more masculine and powerful but it makes her feel so good because it's what she's familiar with. And Jaime loves it, heart eyes and admiration 24/7. But Brienne also dares to step out of her comfort zone and try more feminine movements, because she Wants to and Jaime + empty museum is giving her a safe space to explore that side of her. "And you're making typical me break my typical rules" <3

For our viewing pleasure (lmao), their movements start having more finesse and we watch as they transform into skilled contemporary dancers. We see Brienne grabbing his tie and pulling him towards her, pressing her palms onto his chest to push him away, Jaime’s hands running down her sides before she slips out of his hold, Jaime picking her up and pressing her close against him, LOTS of almost-kisses, and the finale... Jaime on his knees crawling towards Brienne as she grips his tie tightly in one hand and a high heel on his shoulder WITH LEG PEEKING THROUGH THE DRESS AAA 

This dance is totally trying to parallel their fight in the books.... it’s just.... sex guys....

Eventually, they stumble into the lobby and Jaime is tryna steal a kiss but the song abruptly stops. We see a security guard staring at them with a flashlight. He tells them the museum closed 10 minutes ago and they need to go now. Brienne and Jaime awkwardly apologize and leave in silence, Brienne covering her face in embarrassment... but once they're outside, they burst out laughing uncontrollably, sides hurting. Jaime wipes a tear from his eye and fishes out his phone to book them an Uber. We see Brienne touch his wrist and shake her head, "I have a better idea”. She smirks and juts her chin towards a building down the street. Jaime gives her his famous s7 “fuck loyalty?” confused look

In the next scene, the song continues with the chorus “I’m a sucker for you” but this time they're in some downtown club, wearing the same clothes, pressed closely to one another, beaming and bopping to the music. Time seemingly slows down, we see Brienne and Jaime doing shots and letting loose, having so much fun on the dance floor. And even though it’s packed, their eyes are only on each other.

As the music fades out, the scene transitions to the next morning, we see Brienne drooling and sleeping naked under the covers, hair disheveled, their clothes scattered on the floor. Jaime, equally disheveled, rises up quietly and presses a kiss to her temple. He walks to the kitchen to make them coffee and as he’s waiting for the water to boil, we hear a shit ton of notification sounds from his phone. He unlocks it and it's from.... everyone. He opens his chat with Tyrion first. "Had fun last night??? Father is gonna be so pissed. Proud of you two". Confused, Jaime scrolls down and opens a link Tyrion shared. It's an article about him and Brienne's night at the club from the night before. The title is something like "Lion of Lannister parties hard with Mysterious Tarth Girl". Whoever wrote it (in my head it was Ellaria Sand hehe) said very interesting but glowing things about Brienne, which amuses him. He’s not at all surprised by how fast the media works by now but he’s grateful for the pleasant change in the way the media is reporting their relationship today. 

He scrolls through the gallery of pictures attached to the article and stops at a somewhat blurry but candid picture of Brienne, looking confident and free. He stares at the picture for a solid minute, drinking in every detail. Her arms thrown up, legs bent, eyes wild, toothy smile. Brienne living in the moment. Brienne being herself. Brienne happy. Jaime doesn’t think twice before saving that picture and making it his lock screen picture. As he switches back to the messaging app to reply Tyrion, there's a loud crash and scream coming from the bedroom. "They said WHAT about me!?" Jaime shakes his head as he laughs, pours them both a mug of coffee and walks off screen with their mugs. The music video ends.

I have no life so I also drew this!!!!!!!!!

Also for whatever reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about music related AU’s like:

Music and Lyrics AU: Jaime, the former 80′s pop music heartthrob and Brienne, his neighbour who’s looking for more jobs to pay her rent. Imagine them writing and singing Way Back Into love again

Pitch Perfect AU: Brienne, the new Barden Bellas recruit and Jaime, the leader of the Treblemakers. Everyone knows they’re in love except them.

The Office’s Jim & Pam Wedding March but it’s Jaime and Brienne and Sansa + Tyrion (together or not together, up to you) planning it

Lip Sync Battle. Who wins? What are the two songs they perform? How extra were they?

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i’ve been combining these things together bc this bitch didn’t know how to add tags to a reply of an ask!!!!! jesus christ... and to think i’ve been here for so long. anyway enjoy! i’ll put the shance part under a read more if you’re on desktop or ignore it if you’re on mobile bc the fucking read more feature doesn’t seem to work–if you don’t like shaladin. unfollow me if you must btw lol

prompt: “ever kiss in the rain?”

"Ever kiss in the rain?" He'd asked once you were safely sheltered.

Silence, "no..." you dragged your letters, peeking up from under your hand to look at Matt, your boyfriend. It had rained today in the middle of your walk home with Matt, forcing you two to seek shelter under a pavilion. You dusted off the droplets on the parka he lent you; he mirrored your actions.

"Would you want to?"

"I guess... unless you don't like catching a cold."

Silence ensued again, "oh... Oh, you mean now. I- nah, plus I have a calculus test tomorr- ack!" Matt pulled on your arm, bringing you out into the rain again–without coverage this time.

"Oh God, it's cold," he laughed, spreading his arms out, spinning on both feet in the freezing downpour.

"You don't say!" You exclaimed sarcastically–seemingly, rubbing your hands together in the chilly rain does little to no job at all; the spark in your hands ignites, but dies down in the presence of rain, killing off any heat generated.

"Let loose, babe! Iverson has nothing on you. 'I'm disappointed you turned in such a weak essay'? Please!"

"Thanks, Matt," you smiled appreciatively, shrugging as you linked arms with him, "it was a rough day today, but at least I have you."

"I'm just doing my job as the boyfriend of (Y/N)," Matt grinned, unlinking your arms to clasp your hand in his as you said, "though I was expecting more of 'The Notebook' rather than 'Jurassic Park', because Jesus, this street is creepy when it's raining."

"We can do 'The Notebook' if you want."

"Bring it o- mmph!" Matt cut off your provocation, smoothly wrapping an arm around your waist and letting his lips meet yours halfway. You felt him smile, prompting you to do the same.

"I'm no Ryan Gosling but... I am Matthew Holt," he whispered against your lips, causing you to roll your eyes before responding, "Matthew Holt's perfectly fine by me."

prompt: “you may not believe in you, i do.”

"Focus on the enemy, Lance! The positioning of your sniper isn't right!"

The reprimands of Allura's only gained frustrated grunts from Lance, the pressure of being the team's reliable sharpshooter fell on his shoulders quickly.

Allura had lost her temper, again.

Lotor's deceitful plot played a part, leaving her broken and betrayed. A furious exchange led him to walk out in the middle of a training session; Shiro was the first one to let out a deep sigh, chasing after the missing blue paladin.

"Might as well take a shower," Lance mumbled, tugging off the stubborn armour with force, getting some clean clothes to change into after. He towel dried his hair, coming out to find Shiro sitting at the edge of his bed–it was like Shiro couldn't decide whether to stand or sit, settling for the option in-between.

"I-"

"Save it, Shiro. I don't need a pep talk after the damage is already done." Lance whispered, chucking the towel to the side of his bed as he cleaned up the mess he made out of rage.

Shiro abruptly stood up, catching Lance's arm that held onto his chest armour. He shook his head, with eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly ajar–he knew Lance inside out.

Lance snatched his arm back in response, scrunching up his face and admitting defeat. His head came down hard against the wall, wincing a little at the loud thud. Opening his eyes, the blue paladin mumbled, "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, 'Kashi! She's always been scolding me as a joke but ever since we left Lotor in the quintessence field–it's like- it's like it affected her, too. And it's just- annoying! How she seems to pick on me, how-"

"Love," Shiro's voice cut off Lance's ramblings, taking the opportunity to sit beside him.

"Love," he repeated, "I'll only tell you this once: You may not believe in you, but I do. I reckon Allura has her reasons, but take the feedback, even if she isn't in her best mind. Besides, I can't have my boyfriend accidentally shooting me on the battlefield-"

"Because I already make your heart hurt, in a good way?"

"Because you already make my heart hurt, in a good way," Shiro reassured in a gentle voice, head tilted to look at Lance fondly. Planting a kiss on Lance's temple, his hand trailed down to grasp the other's, giving it a little squeeze.

"You can either rest out here or watch us train for the rest of the session."

"Or you can just not return to the others."

Shiro smiled, "that sounds good, too."

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Hello, hello!~This isn't a writing related ask, but I had no idea who else to go to, so I hope you don't mind me asking this ^^; I'm about to get a tattoo for the first time in my life and since I heard you have tattoos, I just wanted to know how the experience is like/what to expect, how much it hurts and if you have any tips about how to take care of a tattoo while it's healing? Sorry for the sudden ask and I will understand if you choose to not answer this. (Love your writing btw, xoxo ♡)

Hey there! 💕 It’s perfectly fine to ask, I’m not an expert nor tattooist myself but I can answer your questions just from my own experience. However, if you want to know more and have more reliable source of information, I’ll recommend you to ask your tattooist, they should give you all the informations you want before doing a tattoo.

First of all, the studio you’ll be going to should be sterile. Every needle has to be sterile, freshly new from the pack, the tattooist should have new gloves, the place you will be sitting in should be clean. It’s very important and if you’ll see that they aren’t using sterile equipment then don’t do your tattoo in this place - there won’t be any shame in refusing and it’s all about your health. It’s better to be safe than sorry, especially when it comes to something that important.

Not gonna lie there, you should expect it to be painful. Of course, it depends on the size of your tattoo and your pain tolerance but it’s not the most pleasurable thing in general. For me personally, it’s not the pain itself that’s the worst but the time - the longer you are sitting in one place being tattooed, the more adrenaline your body loses since the eventual stress is fading, that’s why after few hours the pain will actually still be the same but I felt it being much, much worse than at the beginning. However, considering that it’ll be your first tattoo, it may not be too painful for you or not painful at all, the adrenaline will help you. When I was having my who-knows-which tattoo and I was having my all arm inked I thought I’ll die but that’s all because there’s less adrenaline after so many sessions - still, if you’ll consider it too much for you, there should always be a possibility to ask for anesthesia(?).

Your tattooist should tell you how to properly take care of your freshly made tattoo and give you the names of the medicines you should use on that - I won’t do that simply because those are different for various countries and in the end you may just not have something like that where you live. The basic and most important thing is to keep it clean. You’ll have to wash it few times a day with antibacterial soap and put a medical balm on it to not let ot dry and to help your body heal it. Don’t let the others touch it, refrain from swimming and exposing it to sun and just be careful and everything will be fine 😊

Personally, my most despised part of healing is shedding skin. After one - two weeks your tattoo will start to itch (don’t scratch it no matter how much you want to!) and then shed the upper part of the skin - it’s perfectly normal but sooo annoying, especially because the urge to scratch is so intense 😂 But after this part, your tattoo will start to finally look better.

What else could you expect? I don’t know what kind of tattoo are you going to do, but when it comes to bigger ones the tattooed part of your body can be swollen after tattooing - when I had my forearm tattoed, it growed so big I was afraid to sleep because if I accidentally smashed my face with this huge hand I could lost consciousness 😂I’m joking of course but the point is, it’s normal and there’s nothing to be afraid of, your body is just doing its best to help you heal. Be patient, be careful and if you have any doubts - contact your tattooist, they will know what to do or tell you.

The last thing that comes to my mind and doesn’t necessarily have to apply to you but I think is worth mentioning because people don’t usually talk about it - it’s okay to have some doubts after having a tattoo. Like all the grannys are saying - it’s something permanent which will probably stay with you forever so if you happen to wake up one day with the thought ‘what have I done’ - it’s okay, it’s normal, most people experience that. I did, at least! But it’s good to remember why did you choose this particular tattoo, why did you want it and what do you like about it. And then be proud of it because there is literally no other person in the whole world who has the same tattoo on the same body as you do. Doubts can but don’t have to be a natural part of the healing.

This is all what comes to my mind at that moment, if you have any other questions, feel free to message me 🤗Still, when it comes to practical healing advice, I’ll really recommend talking about it with your tattooist, that’s why they’re there for and they are most likely used to this kind of questions. There was a time when they were asking them too, remember 😉 

Good luck!

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I'm not trying to start discourse, but I'm not liking the fact that people don't want to id as ace because they think people will think it's cringey. (im talking about lgbt safe spaces btw. I'm not talking about real life, I'm talking about spaces where people can openly say they're gay. I'm not trying to nag about "aphobia" when people are killed for being gay irl. I'm talking about Tumblr specifically)

I've seen a bunch of people say stuff like "I'm ace. I know, I know" like it's super embarrassing. I know that a lot of people just don't think it's necessary to tell people they're ace, bc it's more personal to them. I myself am sort of like that. 70% of me is like "people don't actually need to know this about me", but 30% is also subconsciously like "people will probably think I'm cringey for identifying as ace" and that's not right? There is no reason for me to think that? And I've noticed that a lot of people share that sentiment.

I've also seen a lot of people say stuff like "I used to id as ace before I realised it was internalised homophobia. I know, it's super cringey" and.... Realising you used to identify incorrectly because of homophobia is valid. It happens very often. Realising that you were wrong and changing the way you id is perfectly fine and good. But you don't need to act like people who still id as ace are 'cringey' or just haven't realised its because of internalised homophobia yet.

This post isn't about whether or not aces are lgbt or something, but to label an orientation "embarrassing" right off the bat isn't OK. again, this is nothing compared to actual homophobia it's just... Annoying.

I've never done any of the cringe things people say aces did. I've never portrayed myself as an intellectual juggernaut bc I'm not "distracted by animalistic urges". I've never compared "aphobia" to homophobia. I've never even made one of the slightly weird but ultimately harmless jokes like "I'd rather have cake". I've never commented "what about aces?" on a post that was obviously not about aces. I'm not super worked up about this, but I do think it's a bit unfair that I get labeled 'embarrassing' or 'immature' just because a few weirdoes who happened to id as ace have done that. I may not tell a lot of people about it, but it's still a very important part of my identity and will likely always be. And also? While there are definitely horrible or homophobic aces, nothing about being ace is inherently harmful or homophobic. I know this is by FAR not the worst thing someone could experience bc of their orientation and it's also a very Tumblr centric fad, but it is a bit insulting and annoying and I'd just wish people would stop doing that to make themselves look more ~mature~.