#THEY EVEN HAVE A WEDDING AND ARE COMPLETE DORKS

[thebekashow]

they literally just met and are already in love

I SHIP THEM SO BADDD

[missyandthemisfits]

Tokyo Revengers-Do They Believe In Sex Before Marriage?

18+ WARNING, NSFW

Mikey – Pfft, do you even have to ask? He’s got NO qualms about sneaking (it’s not sneaky at all) you off from the group in-between meetings and giving you the most satisfying of quickies, needy and demanding as he pushes you up against the alleyway wall. Quite the exhibitionist this one. No, the real challenge will be convincing Mikey that marriage is something worth having  ‘cause let’s face it, he ain’t buying what they’re selling. 

Draken – Honestly, he would much MUCH rather be wed before he’s plowing his impressive length down into your slick, but alas, he’s a man with needs and desires. That said, if you really wanna wait until marriage, he’s not forcing you to do anything you don’t want. He will, however, ask for other things, to give and to receive them. 

Mitsuya – Oh, he’s a man on a mission to be married with children, I can assure you of that. He probably wants to be married before making his dream of having you a moaning mess of a person beneath him come true. Buuut, he’s all for fooling around beforehand if you are. And if you wanna wait, he’s waiting, no questions asked. #Gentlemengonnagentleman

Hakkai – Baby boy really really wants to wait until marriage, he’s hella embarrassed about even thinking about you in those compromising positions, spread so deliciously for him and only him. But also, he’s incredibly weak willed when it comes to you and your wishes so despite weak protests, he’s not stopping anything. As a religious man though, he will feel guilty about it.  

Baji – He absolutely intends to sleep with you before he pops the question – gotta take the car out for a test drive before you purchase it, right? (Words uttered only to Chifuyu who is sworn nay threatened to secrecy). He fantasizes about being balls deep in you like clockwork and when he finally gets that chance? He’s not giving it up for anything. Feel free to try and stop him. 

Chifuyu – He’s torn, he really is. Has he fantasized about you exposed to him in a mating press? God yes. But does he also think there’s something incredibly and undeniably romantic about waiting until your wedding night? Also a strong yes. Decides he can’t make that type of decision, so whatever you want is what you’ll get, 100%. 

Takemichi – HaHA – let him tell it and ‘I-It’s only natural for a hotblooded young man to want those types of things! Right…?’ Grade A dork. But truth be told, he wants to wait as long as he possibly can (he’s afraid he’ll mess it all up) , he’s really aiming until the marriage thing but knows things just happen, like that one time you were clawing at his jeans on your knees- still fantasizes about that, the horn dog.

Atsushi – He wants to wait. His mother raised him on strong values and he’s not keen on disrespecting you or himself by taking things farther than he, or you, think they should go. Now, will he lap at your most sensitive bits like a dog in heat? Yea, but I mean, that’s not really going all the way, ya know? Gotta love loopholes. 

Nahoya – Maaaan oh man is this boy pervy. Within the first month, he’s got his hands on your ass with that devilish smirk, making all sorts of dirty jokes and disgusting remarks. Wants it and wants it bad. Tries his best to be respectful but has a very hard time stopping at just your sexy mouth, even if he just came. Stop him from going further and he will be frustrated, frowning for once. Doesn’t even know if he fully believes in marriage, he just wants to be inside you as long as you’ll tolerate him – or for as long he can tolerate you. 

Souya – The total and complete opposite of his twin – where Nahoya can be incredibly pushy and demanding, Souya is all light touchs and sweet nothings, asking permission for everything, from hand holding to kissing. In an ideal world, he’s waiting until you’re both married (which he plans on being) to make you his completely. Incredibly honored (and nervous) that you even asked him to pleasure you with his tongue, and what a surprisingly skilled tongue it is. Doesn’t expect more, doesn’t even expect reciprocation, perfectly happy just pleasing you - so when you do palm at his hardened and constrained member, lowering yourself to your knees well… who is he to deny you? Not like he could say ‘No’ if he tried. 

Kazutora – Poor dear is traumatized – doesn’t honestly know whether or not he believes in marriage and it shows in the way he stops everything at the question. He can’t promise you he’ll ever come to a real conclusion, but what he can promise you is that he will be by your side for as long as you’ll have him, a lifelong partner. His kiss goes from sweet to hungry in a matter of seconds though, and he’s on top of you before you know it, eyes begging for you to help him to his release. 

Hanma – Never even considers the idea of marriage before you, too preoccupied with curing his boredom to really care either way. However, he finds himself considering the notion, genuinely excited about it and suddenly, he can’t wait. He’s not looking for anyone else once he’s locked in, sincerely – but getting him to stop his long fingers from slowly moving in and out of you was something you always struggled with. Fuck, would you be able to keep your own promise at this point? 

 Taiju – You might be surprised but as someone who devotes himself to his religion, he thinks it’s only right to wait until marriage, almost impatiently waiting, praying, for the day you take his damn near monstrous length like the good slut you are. Until then, he’s more than happy to prep you with his admittedly very large fingers. Good luck! 

Kokonoi – More concerned with whether or not you’re able to have an intellectual conversation with him really, pretty low libido. More than likely, he’ll wait until marriage, it’s not a bother or inconvenience to him in the slightest. More than happy to have your back against his chest, lazily playing with your naughty bits while enjoying a good movie, chin resting on your shoulder. May ask for reciprocation every now and then, but he’s a whiner so that’s fun. 

[wikiangela]

It's a quiet evening, they're winding down after a long, exhausting day of work, just enjoying each other's company. They're on the couch, a cheesy romcom playing on the TV, Tommy's head in Buck's lap, Buck's fingers playing with Tommy's soft curls.

He's watching Tommy more than the movie. He observes his reactions, the soft smiles, the small chuckles, the eye rolls and scoffs - depending on what's happening on the screen. He's so beautiful and Buck wants to stare at him forever. And he gets to.

He beams, as he glances at his hand, still in Tommy's hair, where a simple silver band sits right on his ring finger, an exact match to the one on Tommy's hand, now casually resting on his stomach. Well, almost an exact match, the inscription on the inside just a little bit different - they both say their wedding date and the word 'forever' but they also have each other's names inscribed. Buck likes to take if off sometimes and just look at the words, trace his fingertip over Tommy's name, still amazed that this is his life, even after over a year of being married already.

So he observes his husband, eyes scanning all over, while Tommy's completely immersed in the movie, the romantic dork - Buck loves that he's the only one who truly gets to see this side of him. He's so cute and gorgeous, and Buck loves him so much and just can't take his eyes off him.

That's when he notices it, and a gasp breaks out of him. He can feel a huge grin pulling at his face.

"What's wrong?" Tommy immediately looks at him, a small concerned frown creasing his forehead. When he notices Buck smiling, worry turns into pure confusion. "Evan?"

"Baby." Buck says seriously, his fingers gripping a strand of Tommy's hair, as he announces happily, "You have your first gray hair." He's looking right at it, just a tiny, barely noticeable, silvery hair. It's there, and it looks beautiful, and Buck already kind of can't wait to see his husband get more of them.

"Okay?" Tommy's frown deepens, this time with amusement. "So?"

"So-" Buck starts, then shakes his head. It's stupid, it's just a hair, no big deal, everyone gets them eventually, it's nothing special. But in a way, it is. Because when they met a few years ago Tommy didn't have gray hair. Because in their line of work, and with their luck, with Buck's luck, seeing yourself or a person you love grow old is not always a given - and it's such a blessing. This, seeing a gray hair in Tommy's hair, combined with wrinkles starting to form on his beautiful face - it's an amazing sight. They're sharing a life together, growing older together, they're able to see each other go through all these changes, step by step, day by day, seemingly unnoticeable unless you pay particular attention. It makes Buck feel so grateful for this life he has, for his husband, for getting this chance. "Nothing," he says, fingers resuming combing through Tommy's thick curls, eyes still drawn to that lone gray hair. "I just love you."

"I love you, too, Evan." Tommy smiles that crinkly smile that makes the lines around his eyes even more pronounced. Buck has to lean down and kiss his lips, then the corner of his eye, making Tommy laugh. "What's that have anything to do with my gray hair?"

"I just really like the thought of getting to grow old with you. Of spending my life with you." Buck whispers, and sees Tommy's smile melt into that soft 'Evan' smile, reserved just for him.

"And you say I'm sappy," he responds teasingly, and Buck laughs. Oh, he loves Tommy so much. He looks into Tommy's eyes and sees everything he was just thinking about. He sees how Tommy wants the same things, how he appreciate those reminders, like a silly gray hair, of getting to go through life together.

He kind of can't wait to start going gray, too. To grow old with his husband.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, it's ya, gurl!

Could a please get a Husband!Katakuri x Wife!Rogue!Reader for Christmas?

Rogue!Reader is a mutant that possesses the mutant ability to absorb powers, talents, traits and or memories of another living creature via skin contact but can also fly and has super strength.

She is strong willed, spunky, hard headed and not afraid to throw the first punch when any form of injustice is involved. But at the same time she is empathetic, kind, and gives wise words of advice if the situation calls for it. She also has a tendency to affectionately call people she's close to "sugah".

She is Katakuri's wife.

And they are the number one power couple in all Tottoland.

Katakuri loves his small, southern, powerhouse of a wife who can hammer-throw him into space! And he doesn't even try to hide how much he loves her, and his siblings know it.

Katakuri transforms into the biggest dork who is forever crushing on his wife. He goes from Gomez mode to Roger Rabbit mode, his clumsy attempts at flirting making her genuinely laugh and giggle.

He is the Gomez to Reader's Morticia and he adores everything from her affectionately calling him "sugah" to the fact she can and will absolutely destroy him in a fight, Katakuri loves her.

And woo boy, can she kick ass.

Even while she's fighting, Katakuri is in the background doing basically: (Katakuri is Gambit, and yes he do the cooking and he do the cleaning for their wedding anniversaries)

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Meanwhile, Reader finds Katakuri the cutest/most handsome man in the world. She equally has a permenant crush on her titantic husband, and playfully flirts with him daily so she can see him stumbling around like an adorable goof.

She's everyone's favorite sister-in-law, including Flampé, even Mama likes her because she can make Beignets (Something that Katakuri to be his favorite bit of their marriage.)

The best part, Katakuri's mastery over Armament Haki means she can physically touch him without her powers sapping the life out of him. Sometimes he forgets, but those laspses in Judgement are worth it if it means he gets a smooch from Reader.

And I have this little headcanon that Katakuri mad sprints straight through walls just to kiss Reader's arm whenever she speaks French, asking her to speak more whilst being completely unaware of a dozen him shaped holes in multiple walls leading to where Reader is.

Sorry for being so late on this! But I did enjoy reading your description of this request, I laughed so hard on a few parts XD

-Katakuri never thought that he was going to get married, he thought he was always too powerful for Mama to lose, but when someone worthy caught her eye, he found himself quickly falling for the woman she had chosen for him.

-You were feisty, bright, and funny, but also very passionate and a warm person, as well as being incredibly powerful thanks to your raw strength and Devil Fruit abilities.

-You ate a rather unfortunate Devil Fruit, one that let you zap the memories, knowledge, and abilities from others for a short while, leaving them weak and unable to do anything. The downside was that you couldn’t touch anyone, skin to skin, without this happening, and you were always scared to touch others, not wanting to hurt them.

-However, Katakuri wasn’t bothered, all that mattered was your happiness, as you made him happy, and he trained himself hard with his Armament Haki, covering his skin with a protective barrier, letting you touch him, skin to skin.

-The first day he did this, after being unable to kiss you at your wedding, as you put your gloved hand between your lips to protect him, you had launched into his arms, peppering his protected face in so many kisses that you left him steaming on the ground, surrounded by hearts.

-You were well liked among his siblings, and Mama adored you as well, as you were always willing to help and you knew how to make beignets, a delicious treat from where you came from, something she came to adore and asks you for some regularly.

-You were a powerful warrior, able to pick up your husband with one arm, something he was stunned at, but he adored when you would show off your strength, it meant that you were powerful and you could keep yourself safe, but as your husband- that was his duty to keep you safe!

-It was hard not to swoon when he said things like this to you, on how he must protect you because you’re important to him, as you would always turn, your cheeks bright red.

-Some of your in-laws told you and Katakuri both how nauseating you two were at times- you had been married for a few years now, but neither of you had left the honeymoon stage, constantly acting like lovesick teenagers.

-You couldn’t help it; your husband was just so cute! He acted tough around others but with you he was like a giant teddy bear, acting so sweet and gentle with you, holding you close as he laid on his back, telling you everything he loved about you, and even if you had heard the same thing a million times it always made you smile and blush.

-Katakuri wasn’t immune to your charms either, your accent drove him wild, especially when you called him Sugah, and when you spoke French around him, it was an instant KO- he would be immediately on his back, clutching at his heart, overwhelmed by his love for you.

-If you weren’t around and you spoke French, like he had some sort of sixth sense about it, he would always burst through the nearest wall, leaving a massive Katakuri-shaped hole in the wall as he would pick you up, covering you in kisses after protecting his lips.

-Despite you, Mama, and many others yelling at him for constantly leaving holes all over Whole Cake Island, but he always ignored them, as he loved when you would speak French, wanting to hear it all the time.

-However, if you ever spoke French to someone else, someone that wasn’t a family member, he was hands on sight, that’s his wife and his pretty French words and you usually have to pick him up like a giant dog and carry him away, so he doesn’t get into a fight.

-While not the easiest marriage, with your hesitations on touching him and with him sometimes forgetting and you zapping his strength, he adored you and you loved him so much, and that’s all that mattered.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BEING DEAN’S WIFE

REQUEST : “Hey, can i request a hcs of be Dean Winchester or Jensen ackles wife? and be super sweet and pure girl that is younger than them” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst (if you squeeze your eyes together, til you make a crescent moon shape), a little bit of nsfw at the very end bc it’s hilarious

A/N : uh, yeah, here’s a little gift! I didn’t wanna do university work so i did this instead ☺️ anyway, i think this is just a list of things i love about dean… LMAO XXXX

he will just stare at you for no reason

well, the reason is actually that he thinks your lovely to look at LOL

all those chick flicks he secretly loves to watch? yeah, he’ll recite the romantic stuff because he’s literally down bad for you

… he’s cringing on the inside but also knows he means every word

he’s so pathetic for you and he doesn’t even care

he loves to give you forehead kisses

and he wants them, too, but your lips need to linger a bit, and he’ll close his eyes and just release all the tension in his body because he’s touch starved

he plays with your wedding ring when your hand is right there in his line of sight

he will hold your hand and just stare at the way the ring shines in the sunlight and he will grin like a gigantic dork

ex : if your talking to him or someone else, he’ll just take your hand and gently run his fingers over the ring

he likes when you hold his head against your stomach

when he’s sitting and you’re standing and you move between his legs just to hold his adorable little face close to you, HE LOVES THAT

you’ll let him talk for hours about things he likes, things he wants to share with you

and when you admit you have no idea what he’s talking about when he makes references to old pop culture stuff, he’ll show you everything

.. if all that stuff he references was associated with something else, now it’s all associated with you and him

it’s like THERAPY, to redo stuff with you, to make it his again, and yours

teaching him how to use technology because he’s an old man (affectionate), and he learns fast bc he’s SMART

LOL, witnessing firsthand how genius and resourceful dean is when something breaks [yeah, I can’t stop thinking about him making his own EMF and Sammy being a complete NIPPLEHEAD (affectionate) about it ! as a STEM girly that was so sexy of dean]

HELLO HE SINGS, TO YOU. HE WILL SING YOU ALL THE LOVE SONGS OMG

or he’ll just sing randomly and not even notice that you’re listening to him

silence, comfortable silence, not sad, just.. peaceful

he likes not having to say anything sometimes, just being there with you

he plays with your hair A LOT, he’ll take strands and just feel the texture of it between his fingertips, he’ll even try to do your hair if you let him, if it’s long enough

CUDDLES, he needs that, too.

but he’d rather be on top when you cuddle, with his cute face on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, to your breathing, falling asleep if you run your fingers gently along his back or if you play with his hair

Dean starts mumbling a lot against your chest or shoulder when you’re just relaxing and having lazy conversation as you cuddle

how about KISSING HIS LITTLE DIMPLES??? idk about you but I just wanna kiss his little dimples when he does that specific SMILE or POUT, ya know what I mean! •ᴗ•?? or •~• ???

he flirts with you because you blush so easily

he gets flustered when you flirt back, BC HE’S NOT USED TO IT

he looks like a strawberry, just eatable, with the tips of his ears all red, then the pinkish hue pouring across his freckled cheeks and down his neck in cute little splotches 😭 ALRIGHT YEAH I THINK ABOUT THIS OFTEN

teasing him ABOUT EVERYTHING because that’s hilarious, and he’s indignant but also knows you’re so right and he’ll roll his eyes at you and pretend he’s mad

he can never be mad at you, only playfully!

UHHH ! KISSING THE LITTLE WRINKLES AT THE CORNER OF HIS PRETTY EYES !!!

squeezing him very tightly when you hug and just holding him until he’s practically putting all his weight over you like a willow tree

he’ll bother you on purpose, especially if you’re serious

ex : he takes strands of your hair and will put it in your ear LMAOO or tickle your face with it bc he’s never gonna let a single moment be boring

he grins like the cutest idiot in the world and you can’t be mad at him because he looks LIKE THAT, like the cutest idiot in the whole universe

wearing his clothes and pretending to be him, he thinks it’s cute and funny

he’ll hold your face a lot

and kiss you all over bc you’re cute and pure and deserve all the affection he can offer

and his hands are big and calloused, but he’s so tender and gentle, and warm

hugs from behind

smashing your face into his back and taking in the smell of his body (Mrs Butters lied, Dean smells good)

he’ll love the smell of your hair when he nuzzles into your neck, or the smell of your skin, or the softness of it

going on cute dates, like picnics, watching movies, going to the cinema, going to comic book stores

watching Disney movies together and he can recite the Dory movie by heart because HE LOVES THAT FISH FR

he’ll make you playlists of songs that remind him of you

He takes lots of photos, Polaroids are his favourite because he gets to put them anywhere and everywhere so he can smile and see you if you’re ever busy

you’ll always dress up on Halloween or just for fun whenever he wants

✨healing his inner child✨

grocery shopping together, he pouts when you don’t let him be unhealthy

if you’re short, he’s making fun of you for being shorter than him when he has to reach for stuff on shelves that you can’t reach even on your toes

he teaches you how to cook if you don’t know how to

and you eat the crazy food combinations he comes up with, like those marshmallow mac and cheese he said he made for Sam when they were kids , I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT TASTES LIKE

he teaches you how to fix cars! he’ll stare at you when you’re being silly ANYWAY PLS TEACH ME DEAN PLS

HAHAHAHAH but like hahahahah as in, 👀 the cute little names he calls you, and you thought they were cringe when couples said them to each other but actually when HE says it to YOU it makes you swoon and you blush, but you pretend you hate it at first because you’re not used to it but he can see through you, you love it

(I’m convinced that if he calls me darlin’, I will die on the spot, or my illnesses will be cured idk idk, I just know something spontaneous or magical will happen)

sharing everything, as in food

he’ll eat your leftovers, if there are any

or if he likes your stuff better than what he’s got, he’ll eat it when he think you’re not looking, but you are definitely aware, you’re just pretending because he’s so cute

trying all the Starbucks drinks together

having to deal with his grumpiness in the morning

even better, you’re not a morning person either so you’re both grumpy

he’s so cute when he’s had his first cup of coffee in the morning :’)

when you shower together, you both play with the shampoo on you heads LMAO

he gives really good massages, like MIND-BLOWINGLY GOOD, I know them hands are magical

BUYING EACH OTHER JEWELLERY, he’s too pretty to not wear jewellery

kissing his freckles BC HES CUTE AND he blushes

kissing his scars (flashback of emo memes) NO, not saying anything about them, just gently pressing your lips on his sensitive skin so he’s not insecure about all of them

reading all sorts of magazines together BC THERES NO TOXIC MASCULINITY IN MY HOUSEHOLD AND MY BOY IS ALLOWED TO DO WHAT HE WANTS YA DUMB— right, anyway

he throws you over his shoulder and then walks around to bother you

butt smacking, that’s it, imagine the possibilities

pretending he’s picking you up at bars (like Claire and Phil from Modern Family 😭)

he’ll throw out his best pick up lines and you have to hold in your laughter at the faces he makes ALSO it works bc that’s your husband

being the best husband when you’re sick

making the yummiest foods and making sure your taking natural vitamins along with medicine

hanging out with you the whole time, not caring that you’re sick even though he’s kind of a germaphobe

whining a lot when he’s sick, but he’s partially just messing with you bc he wasn’t allowed to whine about anything as a kid (I’m right behind you, John)

he’s holding your boobs for comfort LMAO

I feel like he likes to bite, so he bites you a lot for no reason, and then goes about his day

pretending to have accents

more importantly, Dean knows how to speak Spanish, supernatural lied (all that porn and all those novelas and nothing stuck? nah, he’s very good at Spanish)

so he’ll try to seduce you with his Spanish speaking skills (and if you’re Latina/hispanic like me, you think it’s so sexy or it’s just plain cute, idk yet)

playing video games together and being very competitive

he’s very clean and very neat so you never have to tell him to clean up after himself !

he’s very protective of you, but never oversteps bc he knows you can handle yourself

he likes introducing you as his wife

it’s probably not even necessary but he’ll say it very loud and with a gigantic smile and he’ll embarrass you but it’s okay bc it’s Dean

he lies and says he’s your sugar daddy when people comment about the age gap

dude, dude, he’ll tease you a lot like… 🤣 he’ll copy your moans, or repeat stuff you said to him during sex. he’ll tell you very descriptively about how it all went down and the faces you made and the sounds you made.. you know, like in rock and a hard place [09.08]

especially if you’re shy

you wanna strangle him, but you don’t bc he’s the love of your life !

did I do this right? :( doesn’t matter, add some headcannons in the tags or comments 😭 i love husband!dean

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[yoonyeon0]

I need takayama from kengan ashura relationship headcanons PLEASE

a minoru coming right up!!

Takayama Minoru Relationship Hcs

let’s go!!

Definitely is tense when he first gets into a relationship. I mean, the guy is new, okay? He’s just a little confused. He doesn’t know where to touch you, what to talk about, and how to talk to you but eventually he gets the hang of it.

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Takayama is a man of tradition so he is definitely getting married. He is scared of getting you hurt but if it’s to be with the person he loves - he’ll take that risk.

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Isn’t really into the matching stuff but has his wedding ring on a necklace so it doesn’t get stuck on his finger and you saw this as an opportunity so you did too 😝🙏

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Wants kids. I won’t even ELABORATE, he wants children but not to the point where he’s bugging you about it though, he just says the idea of a family seems good to him.

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Takayama is INCREDIBLY loyal. This man won’t even look at another person without your permission. He definitely is super respectful and will not spoil that title at all. And I mean AT ALL.

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Takayama could definitely be a house wife but he prefers a more traditional relationship but don’t worry, if you need him to do the work, he will - no questions asked.

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Definitely shows you his scar and explains how he got it like 6 months into the relationship. He trust you completely if you couldn’t tell so don’t break his trust or his heart.

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Can Takayama introduce you to the other bodyguards? Yes! Will he? Most likely not. It’s already annoying to him that somehow Omori found out about you so he’d rather not take that risk.

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Takayama definitely gets pissed off a little too quick but you’ve helped him with that. He doesn’t get pissed off as fast but he definitely will have a mental tantrum.

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Takayama will take you out once a week. That is if he is home at the time. Being Mestudo’s body guard isn’t easy at all but he trys and believe me when he says, he almost always comes home and just passes out on top of you - slowly of course. He’d honestly stop your heart if he just dropped on you.

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Sucker for kisses. Will kiss you when you want. Don’t kiss his scar, he’ll melt immediately and that stern man facade will definitely drop faster than a match.

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He really likes going to fish so he’d definitely catch one and dedicate it to you. It’s honestly cute but hilarious when you see that he catches a small one and apologizes so quickly.

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Leaves a note on the counter when he leaves in the morning with a terribly drawn picture of him kissing you on the corner. Yes, it seems like he wouldn’t but he’s a dork okay, let him love 😕

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Honestly gets mad if anyone simply looks at you. Not jealous, I mean this in a way like if anyone looks at you with the intention to hit on you. Before he’ll burst, he’ll look at your face to see any signs of discomfort and if he does, trust it’s gonna get messy.

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If you’re a TikTok guru or something, he won’t mind being posted, just not his whole face. He’ll participate in those couple trends once in a blue moon. He feels like it’s cringy, he rather you just take his photo and do whatever you want with it.

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If you ever ask him one of those dumb couple questions, he’d give you the DEEPEST answer ever and your just there like: 😧

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“What would you do if I was a worm?”

“In all honesty, I’d be a madman to keep a worm in my room so I’d keep you in the living room. I’d give plenty of sunlight and water, you’ll never go dry or hungry. I’ll make sure that I put your jar in front of me when I eat so we can have somewhat of a romantic conversation together and i won’t hesitate to pet you.”

“I was expecting you to tell me to go away with my stupidity but that works too!”

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Do you guys get in fights…? Well twice a month. But they’re never all that serious, it’s probably started by Takayama and his temper but it’s usually solved by him too. He knows how to ton the situation down and make it seem calm and he knows how to talk some sugar to you 😝

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Loves seeing you in any type of fancy attire. Thinks that you look like a beautiful beast. Honestly if he wasn’t so respectful he’d get down and dirty.

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Somewhat into romantic stuff. He won’t go the full mile but he’ll definitely participate with you if it means enough to you. 😝

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Trains you with self defense. You are NOT getting hurt because if he’s not guarding Katahara, he’s guarding you but in those few hours where he doesn’t have time to watch over you, he needs you to be able to keep yourself safe.

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Typical dates with him would be chilling in your living room watching romcoms and eating popcorn

i don’t know how to write his character AT ALL so I took inspiration from a fandom website🧍if I butchered his character up i don’t know what to tell you

[verdemoun]

for once I’m not asking for angst 🤞 what kind of music would the modern au characters like? Like genres and bands :)

completely biased because i listen exclusively to musicals and late 00s teenage angst black parade is forever BUT

arthur: country music. including white girl country-pop music. can be caught doing little shuffle steps as he discreetly tries to dance along to a song stuck in his head while mumbling the lyrics under his breath. has main character moments smoking outside at night listening to need you now by lady a.

lenny: really into remixes. likes the extra pep it puts in his step, will accidentally walk to the beat and look like a dork. surprising amount of rock. but anything that's super lyrical, songs that tell a story, he will add to his playlist. duets what you own from rent with sean on karaoke nights.

sean: could not name a single band or genre he listens to because it's just anything with a high enough bpm to make his brain buzz. honorable mention to the cranberries and flogging molly but will do a fully choreographed routine to jailhouse rock without a single drink in his system.

hosea+bessie: any old timey easy listening ballads, occasional swing. hosea can't sing to save his life bless him but will still sing the really cheesy romantic lines to bessie as they slow dance in the living room after a few glasses of wine they're so in love please. anything that would be a first dance song at a wedding they have in their playlist

dutch: opera and orchestra forever. exact same music he listened to at camp will go on about kids these days and the hippity hop they dare call music. it takes him exactly 3 seconds after being introduced to cds and digital downloads to become a vinyl purist even complains about record players over gramophone.

annabelle+susan: annabelle is probably the most adapted to modern era she will listen to anything radio popular and susan is the same way inclined thanks to her job at at the local pub. but they both particularly enjoy bonnie tyler, kate bush and a sneaky bit of abba. think mamma mia is a cinematic masterpiece.

molly: mitski. boygenius. phoebe bridgers. aurora. any indie female lead who sings about broken hearts/betrayal/angry break up songs. listens to a suspicious amount of queer artists too.

kieran: the definition of 'i'll just be here listening to my tunes' only for the speakers to immediately cut to screamo. occasionally they can hear the bass through his headphones and gently remind him to turn it down to protect his hearing. despite this he will always get the mlp theme song stuck in arthur's head at the worst times.

javier: disgusted that disco was dead by the time he timewarped. just wants to boogie to that 70s funky beats. definitely has a playlist dedicated to john marston that is just any song with a reference to wolves. thinks he's hilarious. is the reason john can identity hungry like the wolf within two seconds of it starting (he walks out) (javier learned it on guitar. and both in english and spanish)

jack+isaac: mcr, panic, fallout boy. they will forever be on that angsty teenage bullshit. isaac may have designed them fabulous killjoy ocs and jack proceeded to write a 100k word self-insert fanfic about them. and they have matching mcr lyric tattoos. and mutually agree the kids from yesterday was actually written about them. play that g note and they both collapse with sorrow.

[cobra-creampuff]

Hi Jack! Some totally random questions to take your mind off things -

1. Ian and Mickey have saved up enough to take a short vacation. Where are they going?

2. What weird/fun/silly ways do they decorate their West Side apartment?

3. Who controls the radio when they drive around for work?

4. What kind of takeout do they get so regularly that the restaurant knows them by name?

5. Are they still wearing the camo outfits for work? And how many times has Ian gotten distracted by Mickey wearing camo?

1. They bicker about going to various tourist spots around the country for weeks, interspersed with both of them at some point doing the pengu pout and saying Well Now I Just Want A Staycation - until finally Ian asks Mickey to take him to Mexico and show him around. Mickey reminds him he wasn't exactly having a fucking gap year abroad or some shit, and that if Mickey really does "show him around" where Mickey went a lot of those places are going to be dangerous and not strictly legal, and Ian says something unbearably sappy about how that makes it Perfect For Them, so much more than any Normal vacation.

2. I don't know basically anything about the west side place, and I really haven't decided what kind of living situation they end up in as Grown Up grown ups in the secret version with nothing I don't like in it that exists in my head yet. However, I think Mickey is a closet dork, and once he can afford it - both fiscally and emotionally - he starts collecting and displaying nerd shit. Specifically I'm thinking he's into X-Men and also pro wrestling, the latter of which is not exactly dorky in the same way BUT we're counting it here because he observes his affinity for it with the same type of nerd shit. He's got mini-figures (NOT lego, I'm talking like D&D model style minifigs) - wait hold up I was looking at the WWE site for ideas on what Mickey would have and discovered the action figures are Mattel branded. So yeah uh. Mickey gets X-Men and WWE Mattel branded action figures, and then gets force-Barbiepilled by The Algorithm qohugakaogks. ANYWAY. Re: decor, there are LED-lit glass shelves in the living spaces with Mickey's action figures on. Ian got him a "matching" set of Van Damme and Seagal for an anniversary, and they have a place of honor above the TV. Every now and then they will ~mysteriously~ end up posed as if they are fucking; both Ian and Mickey always blame this on the other.

ETA: At some point they're looking after one/some of the various children, and the action figures and Barbies get played with (while Mickey pretends very, very badly to be okay with it until he sends himself out of the room so he doesn't yell). Ian is also not paying attention; kid is being quiet but not too quiet, that's all he cares about. Then, after the kid is gone and things are picked up, they realize the Seagal action figure has been put into a Barbie wedding dress (dON'T ask Mickey why he has that!!). Mickey is quite disgruntled by this, and Ian laughs so hard - at the combo of the actual doll situation and the look on Mickey's face about it - that he almost makes himself sick.

3. I REALLY know nothing about their work, but uhhhh. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his pie hole.

4. There's this south side taqueria, maybe a hole in the wall or maybe a food truck. Even if/when they do move away to a better area, nothing beats it. Hell, even if they moved out of town entirely, they'd travel for it. I think I want there to be some kind of loyalty there that isn't just for the quality of the food (which is impeccable regardless). Maybe the owner would give one or both of them free food back in the day, or maybe had an opportunity to snitch on them but didn't, or idk their wedding is completely different To Me but there could still be some mishaps and such so maybe this place was the only one that agreed to cater day-of, or Terry like "blacklisted" Mickey from a bunch of locally owned places under Threat Of Terry and this place was one of few that would still serve him, or whatever. Like, the food itself is phenomenal and they'd have already been eating there previous, but then there was some personal element too that made it Their taqueria. They know everyone there by name too.

5. Mickey has never worn a single stitch of camo ever in his life :)

[angiiepaniic]

🧠 💫🍿 for the asks! 🥹🥹💚💚💚💚

MY BELOVED HELLO!!! gonna save 💫 for last cuz it’s gonna be SAPPY

🧠 ~ What sort of things do you like to imagine yourself doing with your f/o?

as always bill and i love movies, as i’ve mentioned a few times before! we’re generally pretty lazy people so we’re big ‘’snuggle in bed all day’’ kinda people

im a big gamer, i’d say - nothing crazy, but sometimes i’ll play minecraft or roblox in bed, or i’ll play something on my ps4 - we like doing parallel play a lot! bill might scroll through his phone and show me tiktoks while i play, or we’ll yap aimlessly

weirdly enough, i’ve been playing video games my whole life and im pretty shit at them - but when i ask bill to complete a level for me he gets it in ONE FUCKING GO even tho he’s never even been around a video game until 5-6 years ago. magic.

i haven’t done this yet but i love the idea of bill and i cooking together! neither of us can really do it, so i think it’d be fun to learn that skill together <3

something else we like doing (as cheesy as it is) is dance in the rain together! or sometimes on more sentimental days we might light some candles and slow dance in the kitchen (i even have a playlist for it <3)

bill is typically a bit insecure when it comes to his masculinity, which is ok! he’s learning! but when we’re alone together he really does get soft and sappy, and it’s absolutely my favourite

🍿 ~ It’s movie night for you & your f/o, what film are you gonna snuggle up & watch?

i personally think action films are the most fun! i like the guns and explosions, bill definitely likes the guns and explosions - there’s nothing like cozying up on the couch with a jason statham film with a bunch of snacks and some soda :3

but i also like horror movies! bill gets scared shitless (as do i) but he likes suggesting horror movie nights solely because he knows im gonna screech and jump into his arms, and whenever i do he has the biggest cat-ate-the-canary look on his face. dork (/affectionate)

💫 ~ What would you consider your relationship with your f/o to be? What does it mean to you?

the first parts easy - bill and i are married! perhaps not in the traditional way, there was no fancy wedding, just us and a couple friends (we don’t like crowds. and bill hates wearing suits), but i fully believe that we’re soulmates - we’re meant for each other

what it means to me? absolutely everything. i mean everything.

(content warning for this bit <3)

i struggled a lot when i was in high school, i was super depressed, super lonely, i struggled with an addiction that i won’t name - but when i fell for bill i found that shipping him with an s/i was incredibly helpful, made me feel less alone - especially since he was struggling with an addiction of his own

because of him i stopped relapsing, i went back to therapy, and overall im just… happier, thanks to him. and i know he’s happier, too. we help each other: heal each other. hell, he was the one to point out that i could be non binary, and even helped me with coming out

i don’t use a self insert these days since im over eighteen, and frankly those early self shipping days are v awkward to look back on - but i look back on them fondly, because, in a way, bill saved me. and i can only hope i can do the same for him, too

i love him more than anything, and nothing’s gonna change that. i’ll be old and hagged and i’ll still adore him <3

[jezabatlovesbats]

Last but not least, Day 29 of the MCSMtober challenge was Festival. I know I’m very, very late to the challenge at this point, but I’m also super early for a very festive occasion coming up in 2025.

This game wasn’t the first thing that my young autistic self would be hyperfixated on. And, even then, I snuck onto my adult relatives’ computers to read people’s fanfics on fanfiction.net, watched people’s tribute videos and weird stuff on YouTube, and looked at their fanart on DeviantArt while it was still a useable site. But if it weren’t for this game, I wouldn’t have a reason to be posting on any of these sites I’m on.

Before this game, I wasn’t yet on the path to becoming who I wanted to be, but my life began to change for the better once I learned of its existence.

The first two episodes of Minecraft: Story Mode came out in October of 2015, back when I was 10. If I remember correctly, my first exposure to it was episode 2, Assembly Required. I remember my brother showing me videos of the opening Nether scene (where Jesse is going with Olivia), and I thought Olivia’s name was Jessie. You can probably guess what would happen in the coming months- this game took over my life and dominated 2016 and 2017 for me.

I’m not really sure how because I wasn’t really that much of a Minecraft-y kid. I remember being more into stuff like Kirby, Super Mario, and Ever After High, along with some Monster High. I think I remember playing just a little bit of Minecraft PE, but that was it. I’m not sure how I ended up being so invested in the adventures of Jesse and co. to the point where I shipped Magnugaard like a supercarrier and made a winged fanchild for them named Skyla, but I did. Did MC:SM get me more interested in Minecraft itself? Probably.

I don’t really remember much from 2015-2016. What I do remember is that in December of 2015, I wanted to roleplay a Magnugaard wedding with my brother, and I built a little wedding pavilion in my cousin’s Minecraft world when we went to visit them for Christmas. I also thought up, quote-unquote, “Minecraft: Story Mode- Updated Edition,” which had Skyla in it. You had to go with Lukas to find her. Magnugaard was also canon, and there were three minisodes you could unlock after you finished the main game.

In 2016, I also got into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and while I have a guilty pleasure for the Equestria Girls movies these days, I… did this weird thing where I swapped the MLP and MC:SM characters to play out the others’ stories. For instance, I swapped Axel with Pinkie Pie, and… Magnus with Scootaloo. Don’t ask me how I came up with that. I also spent a lot of time on this online app called Builder Buddies, where I harassed a private town and annoyingly tried to show them the, quote-unquote, “magic of friendship,” because I thought they needed it. Even when they told me to leave them be. Then, I deleted my profiles and made new ones constantly, and even lied to people that it wasn’t me, but my brother. The whole time, I also lied about having an older sister, because I used my MawMaw’s phone to play with a second profile. As you can see, I was a complete and utter piece of crap back then.

Back to Minecraft: Story Mode. I also made a bunch of sisters for my OC Skyla, one of whom would go on to become one of my main OCs, Lena. When episodes 7 and 8 came out, I became attached to another ship, Harpvor, and wanted to roleplay a wedding for them with my brother. I also liked to write little stories and make drawings about Jesse and all of her friends (including Em and Ivor) living together in a big house… and I also had the idea that Ivor would sleep in a Haunted Mansion-ish coffin. One specific story I wrote was Christmas-themed and followed Jesse and Lena venturing through the mall to get presents for all of Jesse’s friends. And, I wrote a lot of MC:SM-related stuff in my copy of Dork Diaries 3 1/2: How to Dork Your Diary, which is one of those interactive books that asks you to write in it. Here’s an example of that.

At one point, I sent a letter to Telltale Games asking them to include Skyla and another OC called Lily in the next game, but thankfully, they never got it. It’s not like they would accept suggestions from an 11-year-old fan who hand-wrote a letter and colored her drawings of the OCs in crayon. Especially right when they were about to shut down.

I wasn’t expecting Season 2 of MC:SM to come out. Before then, I had an idea for an eight-episode Minecraft: Story Mode 2 that made no sense at all. But at the time, I was hyped for the remake of Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga to come out, and I also couldn’t wait for each episode of MC:SM Season 2 to come out. Minecraft: Story Mode drove me into wanting to be a game developer, and so I took a computer class in 7th grade. I remember listening to the soundtrack before, during, and after I did my work in that class. That changed when Unikitty came along and made me realize I was more into cartoons, but still.

As I said, Minecraft: Story Mode was what made me realize that I wanted to officially start drawing fanart and write fanfiction more. I don’t think I would even be here writing all of this if it weren’t for me seeing @minecraftninjerkid’s MC:SM Rewritten fanfictions on Wattpad, and getting super invested in them. When I saw those, I realized that I wanted to have Wattpad, because I just had to tell them that I loved their work and connect with other people who liked the stuff I liked. Yep, Minecraft: Story Mode was my first official online fandom. This was what started it all.

MC:SM Season 2 was also a major inspiration for Broken and Frozen, my Unikitty fanfiction. If you look on my Unikitty OCs’ fake wiki pages on the @unikittybigbrightworldau blog, you can see that some of the characters were inspired by characters from the game.

Despite all its flaws, my heart and soul still goes out to everyone who worked on this amazing game. I loved it so, so much back then, and it still has a very special place in my heart now. It was so much fun exploring all of these interesting locations and meeting all of these characters. It was fun to see the possible outcomes of every choice. And even though people are prone to laughing at Reuben’s death, I still remember when it sent my brother into hysterics.

In early 2021, me and an old friend of mine decided to create a collaborative drawing to celebrate the game’s 5th anniversary.

The aforementioned friend never finished their part, and for personal reasons, we don’t talk to each other anymore. Below the Thank You, they were supposed to put the game’s logo. But my skills as an artist have definitely improved since then.

In my notes app, I wrote some other things about MC:SM to express my appreciation for it, based on a tag game that I saw in @minecraftninjerkid’s story, The Life and Times of Radki. No one had tagged me because I didn’t have Wattpad yet, but I did it anyway. I included them in my message when I posted this would-be collab to DeviantArt, and now, here they are again.

My favorite moment in MC:SM was when Jesse, Reuben and Olivia stepped out of the portal into Redstonia. The scenery and the music were so cool to me.

My moment of triumph was during episode 2 of Season 2, Giant Consequences. The strays were tough for me to beat for the longest time, but I could eventually do it.

I don’t really have a hardest choice because the choices in both seasons are all super easy for me. In my notes app, I wrote that my hardest choice was in Below the Bedrock, episode 4 of Season 2. It was hard for me to choose between bringing Radar with me or saving Fred’s people because I was nervous about what was going to happen in Above and Beyond, episode 5. Now, that choice is easy- I choose to save Binta and the rest of Fred’s folk.

My favorite characters? Ellegaard, Ivor, and Jack, as I’ve explained before.

My cutest ship is definitely Harpvor! I don’t ship Magnugaard as much as I used to, but they come in a pretty close second. In my notes, I also said that Radki was another cutest ship of mine. I remember really liking it.

I remember saying that Below the Bedrock was my favorite episode, and Season 2 was my favorite season.

I didn’t have any predictions for a possible Season 3 because I didn’t think there was ever going to be one. And from the looks of things, I was right. To quote my past self, “I’m thankful that those who keep the fire of the fandom alive gave me the guts to be writing this (and possibly care about me doing it).” I’ve heard about this Block by Block revival project that’s in the works, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it turns out!

And, why do I love MC:SM? Past me said that it was because of the artistic approval that I gave the game, and that’s still true now. I still love the character design, the scenery, the music, and the voice acting. But I think it’s also because I’m a huge sucker for things with tons of characters and vast worlds with lots of locations in them. I found the game’s adventures through these places so much fun, and it used them and the characters to weave together an exciting story. For me, at least. Either way, it fed my happy little heart. It’s been a part of it since I was in fifth grade, and now, I’m a college sophomore. How time flies!

I’d like to take some more time to say:

Jesse, thank you for letting us guide you on your journeys through your Overworld, the Nether, the End, the Far Lands, through other Overworlds, and the Underneath. There’s a good reason why you’ve become a legendary, world-renowned hero. I agree with you a million percent when you say that teamwork makes the dream work, and that your strength comes from your friends. We’re all stronger together! It’s also great that different variants of you exist so that anyone can see themself in you.

Olivia, thank you for your intelligence and your determination. I can totally relate to you worrying about what others think of you, and I believe that many other people can as well. I’m so happy that you’ve had a boost in your confidence, and I REALLY wish we could have gotten to see you more.

Axel, thank you for being such a loyal, caring, and supportive friend, and for such a generous guy, too. I didn’t forget when you went out of your way to make Reuben a cute little dragon costume, or when you handed out cookies to your friends to lift your spirits. You’re such a selfless person, and I wish we got to see you more, too.

Petra, thank you for your loyalty to your friends and for your capability and daring nature. I know how it feels to watch old friendships fade, so I can understand your resentment in Season 2. I also understand how it feels to be a nostalgic person. My old friend loves you so much, and I definitely see why. Whatever you decide to do, I’m wishing you well.

Lukas, thank you for your kindness and your smarts. It’s great how, right from the start, you tried to keep things cordial and fun amongst everyone. You were always so polite with others, but you weren’t a total pushover, either. I’d want to read your books, and I think it would have been cool if they’d released a real version of your journal for us to read.

Radar, thank you for your bravery and hard work. You really came into your own as an adventurer, and you always stood by Jesse and the New Order’s side. I even consider you to be a member of the Order. I would always choose to have you be Jesse’s co-leader, or the leader of Beacontown when they leave. I have every confidence in you.

Ivor, thank you for your knowledge, your flair for the dramatic, your quirks, and your silliness. You must have a lot of guilt on your shoulders from what you did, but I’m glad that you were willing to redeem yourself. I’m glad that you’re on good terms with Jesse and the gang, too. You were also absolutely hilarious at times! When it all comes down to it, you really do care. We miss your VA.

Reuben, thank you for being the kindest and most courageous pig we know. You were there with Jesse every step of the way during their journey to defeat the Witherstorm. You picked them up when they were down, and at the end of the day, you saved everyone. We really miss you, little guy.

I’m also thankful for all the good guys, bad guys, and other guys in the game for being their amazing selves, and for the many people who worked on the game for being so amazing, too. You all put your hearts into something that was such a big game changer for me. No pun intended.

Will I do a tribute video for the game’s actual anniversary once it rolls around next October? You know I will!

Minecraft: Story Mode helped me to craft my own story, as those two shorts with Petra and Jack said, in more ways than one. I would like to thank @stirpicus and every single one of the other writers, designers, directors, and artists who came together to work on this wonderful game. I would also like to give my thanks to the entire voice cast for using their talents for it, and to Antimo and Welles for their beautiful soundtrack. EVERY SINGLE person who was involved with MC:SM in one way or another has my deepest gratitude. Everything you did led to something truly great. And the universe said I love you.

I would also like to give a huge shoutout to all of my fellow Minecraft: Story Mode fans and enjoyers, past and present. You guys are great, and I’m so glad there are still people out there who love the game as much as I do! If you want to, you can reblog this post and talk about what MC:SM means to you, and why you love it. This prompt IS for a festival, so come on and join in the fun!

And, thanks so much to @bumpkin-bug for setting up the MCSMtober challenge! This concludes my submissions for it! It was such an honor to participate in it, even if it took me longer than expected! I plan to go as Yellow Clip Jesse next Halloween!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much. I hope you’re all able to live your lives with as much happiness as possible. We’re all in this together.

Thank you, goodnight, and happy holidays! 💝

With all my love,

Jezabat 🦇

(Hailey W.)

[sugarywishes]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED MY QUINN AND TIMM TIMELINE 😎 (it's not as cool as it sounds but it would be rad if you CHECKED IT OUT!!)

Childhood

So *ahem* (🤓) in my little silly headcanon world, Quinn comes from a very academic oriented family. You either study and become successful or you become a failure (just like her sister). And as the 'savior/golden child' of her family, she was very often pressured into becoming as successful and educated as possible, even if it meant she would be surrounded by books and essays all throughout her childhood. (And also she had no friends :( )

As for Timm, he's always had the 'competitive dancer' dream, even as a little kid! But growing up in a relatively less than financially stable environment, he soon realized that maybe his dream career could possibly end in failure (homelessness, broke etc) , and maybe it wasn't worth risking your future for a childish dream. So he tried his best to forget and studied as much as he could, he'd rather settle for a well-paying job that a dream that could totally fail, right? (Also he was totally a theater kid growing up I MEAN COME ON HIS HALLOWEEN COSTUME IN THE GAMES IS LITERALLY ERIK)

Law School Days (awe yeaaa)

(Can you tell I am indeed very consistent with my art, no random anatomy or facial structure changes here!)

Huzzah! We've made it to the time period where they find meet!!

So at this point, Quinn is jaded and studious and stuff, and dislikes talking to anybody (which includes professors/teachers LMAO, she needed to stay on that independent knowledge grind) and by a random coincidence, she happened to have classes with none other than Timm himself, she found him very annoying at first but by the end of her education, she was more than ready to marry him

And Timm is still a huge dork, albeit a very burnt out dork, he studied long and hard to be able to have a well-paying career, and now he's at law school! Surely he'll enjoy a life as a rich lawyer, right? Anyways, he accidentally got a crush on that mean and quiet chick in his classes, so what better way to get with her than to ask her out to any event the school had! For the first few years she'd reject him immediately, but eventually she caved in, and hey! They got married, what a wonderful couple! Hopefully they sta-

POST DIVORCE ERA 🔥🔥🔥

So...uh, what exactly happened?

Quinn woke up around 4 AM (yes really, that's when she always gets up for work), and she expected to find her husband of many years still sleep and she'd had to wake him up. She didn't find him, the left side of the bed was empty with the exception of his wedding ring, a hastily written note that doesn't explain shit, and divorce papers with his signature already on it.

So needless to say, she's still really pissed off about that, and petty too (she renamed Quinn, Timm and Associates to LITERALLY Just Quinn and Associates!!) And she refuses to acknowledge her marriage with Timm (Penny keeps pestering her about it but Quinn just dodges the questions everytime)

And oh boy, Timm, HE REALLY MESSED UP, like yeah, you were miserable with your life as a lawyer and you didn't feel like your true self at all, but you couldn't have waited to get a divorce until Quinn woke up?? And blah blah blah, the events of Papa's Bakeria happen, Cecilia canonically gets the dance studio, leaving Timm to STILL work at the Bakeria (at least until he can actually get money, he left all of his to Quinn as compensation for literally abandoning her 😭😭)

ALSO ALSO!! Super funny little detail I wanted to mention, but when Quinn and Timm were announced as divorced, both of their respective families CELEBRATED (Quinn's parents had what was essentially a birthday party styled divorce celebration, complete with pinatas and goodie bags) (And Timm's family partied like there was no tomorrow) Quinn's family thought Timm was an idiot who wanted to marry Quinn to steal her money, and Timm's family thought Quinn was some mean and cruel woman who was going to isolate Timm away from them (You can tell how upset the families will be when Quimm gets back together 👀)

*DON'T REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION*

*NO RESUBIR SIN PERMISO*

*НЕ РЕПОСТИТЬ БЕЗ РАЗРЕШЕНИЯ*

[fizzigigsimmer]

I wish I had more time to write. I have so many fic ideas that live in folders that I am afraid will never see the light. After I finish my Big Bang fic I still have to finish To B With Love & All The Kings Men (oof poor baby has gone so neglected). So this brain bunny will sadly probably not see life until next years big bang honestly. But I love the idea so much and want to share it. All my love to @dream-about-dancing who helped me with my initial brainstorming and encouraged me that this wasn't too dark of an idea lol.

That said. Warnings ahead for some dark!romance as in, this is fucked up with purpose.

The idea came to me after the massive disappointment that was Don't Worry Darling. I just feel like the film missed a lot of the horror and emotional beats that make the original Stepford Wives so twisted and compelling.

So my idea for a Harringrove Stepford!Wives Au was born.

A secret government organization has given Martin Brenner funding for "The Eden project". The goal of Eden is to create an actionable community model that would end poverty, wealth inequality, crime, war etc in the western world. Their slogan is " take the first step to world peace. Choose Eden."

World peace is the surface goal, but we all know Brenner is a closeted sociopath - so naturally he's using Eden and the technology behind it to create a weapon that can control/erase/change the will of others on a mass scale. World peace through mind control in other words. Everyone in Eden is essentially a test subject.

Brenner finds volunteers by preying on fringe groups and people who are ostracized in society, because they can more easily disappear without being missed. Nobody cares if the guy dealing drugs out of his van stops showing up to the corner, or some "tranny" quits their job and moves without telling anyone.

Billy and Steve are college roommates, it's the 80s, and they're both deep in the closet. Billy struggles with his childhood trauma and Steve is there for him like no one else ever has been. Steve is exploring his own sexuality and trying to live independently of his overbearing parents for the first time and they form a very codependent relationship.

Steve's parents start to suspect somethings up with him and his roommate and start to put pressure on him to live up to his responsibilities (Aka join his father's firm and get married to a nice girl). It doesn't help that Billy is fearful and possessive of their relationship and generally just a giant redflag. Steve just wants to be with Billy, but he knows they don't have a future and he doesn't want to be the son who fucks up and ruins his family over something he shouldn't even want - so he breaks up with Billy.

Billy spirals. He completely ignores the part about Steve breaking up with him because he's an unstable mess lol and fixates on Steve's parents and the world telling them it's wrong to be together. He knows Steve was happy with him and that Steve loves him and is desperate to get him back.

He meets someone at a bar who introduces him to Project Eden and indoctrinates him into Brenner's circle. At first Billy thinks this sounds like some weird geek novel bullshit, but the idea of a safe world where he's not wrong for being the way that he is, and where Steve still loves him and he's powerful and successful and nothing can touch him? Appealing as fuck. Sign him up. He'll be a warrior for world peace.

Cue him literally abducting Steve on his wedding day and bringing him into Eden, where they become The Hargroves. They have the perfect life and the perfect marriage that the outside world tells them they can't have. Billy's the provider and each day he gets to come home to his blissfully happy and submissive husband.

He was afraid at first that Brenner's technology would take away what he loves most about Steve, but no he's still the same dork with the same fire. The only downside is Billy knows deep down that Steve didn't choose this and he lives in fear of Steve waking up one day and truly hating him.

The first crack comes when Steve starts to have upsetting dreams about the past, including the time his dad called him a slur and accused him of ruining the family and breaking his mother's heart. Billy tells him these are just nightmares but he knows they are really Steve's memories popping up where they shouldn't. He starts to panic and does everything he can to "fix" Steve, gaslighting him the entire way.

Meanwhile poor Steve is on a reluctant heroes journey slowly regaining his memories and his own mind. He starts unraveling the mysteries behind Eden with the help of Eleven and his friends, who are also fellow residents of Eden. Eleven is Brenner's "daughter" and unknowingly is a big part of how the technology works. Max and Lucas came to Eden together so they could be together without persecution. Heather and Robin were lesbians who didn't know each other and wanted a chance to experience being in love. Jason was a closeted man escaping religious trauma, but in Eden he's the perfect husband to Chrissy who isn't sick or being abused by her mother anymore, and Eddie was a poor social outcast who wanted the world to hear his music. In Eden he's a rock star and has a budding romance with Jason & Chrissy.

Steve agrees that they can't allow Brenner to use El and the Eden technology for what he's planning, but the more of the truth he discovers the more he wishes he'd never woken up. Because despite everything, he loves Billy and the life they have. Billy's very sorry of course. It was never his intention to hurt Steve. He just wanted to make things right for them. And it can all be right again if they all just take this little pill and go to sleep.

Decisions decisions.

[hum-suffer]

Hey! I don't know if you take requests or not but can you write a short anecdote on Nakul and Karenumati?

Anywhoo, you're an AMAZING writer!

Hello!!! Thank you so much, you're so very sweet, love! And of course, I'd love to write for these two dorks.

Three clues of falling

1. Nakul never expected to fall in love with his second wife. Karenumati and he had several differences, their respective ages being the most glaringly obvious. With years and bruises of the forest dwelling ages, he had mellowed, and he had been afraid that a young wife would not understand him.

But he didn't know how wrong he had been.

The first difference he learnt by himself, is that Karenumati dog ears all the books she reads. Nakul has never, in his life, ever read for pleasure. The medical books he reads, he keeps them meticulous and as clean as a recently written book would look. She reads for pleasure and the tales often dance from romance to courage to pain to horror.

The first time he found her in their bed chambers, face down and sniffles loud, he had almost panicked himself to death. The book lying beside her was of no concern to him as he touched her for the first time in three months and held her hand, kneeling on the ground to ask her what was wrong.

She'd leant into the touch and sighed,"I wish love didn't have to be so filthily mocked." Even more questions had darted in his mind and fear gripped his body faster than an arrow— had he seen wrong? Was she unhappy with their union? Did she love someone else?

Panic that coloured him spilt on her too. She read his face and protested,"No, my lord! This story, this story I was reading, it did not have an... amenable ending and I was upset about that fact, is all!"

The sigh of relief he had let out should have clued him about something.

2. The other difference between them was more subtle and took too long to catch up but Nakul is nothing if not persistent.

She abhorred the colour red.

Her wedding outfit was the only one that was ever red in her closet and Nakul wouldn't have noticed the fact, if not for her enthusiasm when she told him of every outfit she bought. A plethora of pinks and yellows, more mellowed blues and greens, starker whites and even glittering blacks. No reds.

"I brought this for you, Renu," he'd said to her, gifting her a golden hued scarf that had her name shakily handwoven. He'd tried his best but medical needles are way better suited in his hands than sewing needles. The scarf had been stark gold enough that a bright red of her name stood out— he blamed this on Panchali, she'd mentioned that the colour scheme would look good and he, as always, followed her advice blindly.

Karenumati took the scarf from his hands gingerly and fingered her name. "Thank you, my dearest," when my lord changed to my dearest had always been a question to him but he did not need an answer to that. She'd been changed from my lady to Renu. "But it is incomplete."

Her hand, so much smaller than his, enclosed around his wrist as she pulled him to sit on their bed. "How is my name ever complete without yours beside it?"

That night, she told him why she hated red. Because it reminded her of everyone her father had executed, because she had been forced to watch those executions, because blood had never been a sight welcome.

That night, he apologized to her, hand in her scented hair. "I'm sorry, Renu," he said, all the formalities forgotten,"I'll sew our names into another cloth. With another stitch."

"No," she'd murmured, lips pressed to his shoulder,"I've started liking this red in your light."

The way he removed almost all of his red clothes from his closet, should have clued him.

3. The third and the biggest difference between the two of them was that while he had mellowed over the years, he became eccentric with her.

An excursion well onto the middle of Indraprasth should have been a good example for them. Anything that Karenumati picked up with a thoughtful look and later put down, Nakul kept a line of. Every shop they went to, every thing she called beautiful, he knew. A memory that never faded was extremely useful in his endeavours, for he intended for his wife to have everything she liked.

The gold cummerband that she'd gifted him last year on his birthday made an obvious click with his every step and he yet wore it everyday to see her laugh. He suspected she'd gifted him that mainly to let her be aware of his presence since he had developed a habit of surprising her.

He had been so engrossed in paying attention to his wife, who flitted from place to place like a butterfly, her green and blue saree marking her the queen of butterflies, that he did not pay attention to just where she'd been leading him. The sight that greeted him when the sun was about to tumble to his own abode was as beautiful as a nymph.

His wife, his young wife who he'd been worried would never understand him, took him to a field of tulips, none red. His favourite flowers danced along the breeze and the orange of the Sun looked nothing as beautiful as rows and rows of the flowers. And none of the flowers looked as beautiful as his wife.

Karenumati grinned at him,"A very happy birthday to you, my dearest."

"Thank you, my love."

[bazzybelle]

You Got Me Tripping on Sunshine - 3K - Teen - Calliope/Johanna Constantine

For Sandman FemSlash Weekend - Day 2: Meet-Cute

Yay! Another Fic done for the @sandmanfemslashfans !

The couple I've chosen to write for this time are Calliope and Johanna! Another popular Sandman couple!

This is completely unbetaed and was done in a bit of a rush... So forgive any errors on my part. I did the best I could to make it as neat and legible as possible.

The title of the fic was inspired by the song "Running on Sunshine" by Jesus Jackson.

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Johanna Constantine is not a wedding person. She never was. Not when she was a young girl, and her grandmother insisted she dress up in pretty pink clothes because so-and-so’s aunt or other was getting hitched and the Constantine family was always expected to be there. 

No matter that the family had fallen on hard times ever since great-great-great grandfather Stephan made several unwise investments during the early 1800s. Johanna, even then, was wise enough to understand that weddings were only useful as a way for snobby fucks to prance about, gossiping and criticizing. 

“Auntie Jo?”

Johanna glances to her right, and sees the main reason she’s even here. Well, and the fact that one of the grooms is her best friend (despite her repeated attempts to dissuade the man from associating with her), and the father of the child currently tugging on her deep navy pantsuit (the only way she’d even agreed to being Hob’s Mate of Honour was if she could wear a pantsuit). She had to yell at Hob to allow her to make sure Robyn was taken care of so that he could enjoy the day with his husband. Hob had wanted to keep Robyn with him all day, which would not have been fun for either of them. 

Plus she loves spending time with her unofficial godchild. They’re one of the few children Johanna can stand being around for more than 5 minutes. 

Little Robyn is beaming up at her, also dressed in dark navy, they’ve chosen to wear a long, elegant dress. Their long, brown hair is done in curls with several blue and white flowers pinned around the crown of their head. Ever since they’ve started wearing dresses and keeping their hair long, it’s like Robyn’s a new child. They’re smiling more and laughing and so incredibly affectionate. 

“Yes, my darling?” she responds, bending down to her favourite nibling.

“Are Daddy and Papa finished yet? I’m hungry.”

Unsurprising. She and the rest of the wedding party (by that, just Morpheus’ sister, Teleute) were done with their photographs hours ago. She had stuck around and waited while Robyn and Morpheus’ son took some pictures with the love-struck couple. It was all very sweet and wholesome, and if Johanna was the same person she was five years ago, she would have gagged at the display. 

But she isn’t, and she blames Hob and Robyn for that. She’d initially met Hob through her good friend, Eleanor. She’d fallen in love with this ridiculous, dork of a man, but he was kind and had a good heart. It didn’t take long for Jo to accept Hob into her very miniscule circle of friends. Her circle only grew with the addition of Robyn, and the promise of a new baby when Eleanor got pregnant a second time. 

Or, at least it should have grown. But pregnancy is rough and complications happen and—

Hob was a mess when he lost Eleanor. Robyn was a screaming toddler, crying for his mummy, and Hob didn’t know what to do. So Jo pitched in, and made sure they had an extra set of hands. Hob will always tell her that she’d saved them, but the truth is, they saved her. If she’d been left to her own devices after El died, she would have ended up dead drunk in some alley. 

Eventually Hob and Robyn learned to find peace in each other, and it wasn’t too long afterwards that Hob found love again. Jo was the first person he told when he first met Morpheus, and then when he asked him out, and once more when he was thinking about proposing. 

And so, her circle of influence threatened to expand even more with the inclusion of Morpheus and his own child. 

Which leads to today, and a hungry six year old. Lord knows with Hob and Morpheus, they might have snuck away from their photographers for some privacy. God, she hopes not. Like Robyn, she’s also getting rather hungry, and the hor d’oeuvres aren’t very filling. She has half a mind to sneak into the New Inn’s kitchen and grab some food for herself. 

Now there was an idea. If anyone asks, she could say that she’s just making sure the groom’s child is being taken care of properly. And part of her duty is to make sure Robyn’s well fed. 

(And if that meant she’d have to sneak in a few bites of food herself, well who was she to say no to that?)

“We can’t have that, now can we? D’you think your daddy will mind if we pop back into the kitchens to see if the caterers will give us a bite?”

“Daddy says I can’t go back there without an adult. He says it’s dangerous.”

“Oi, and what am I, chopped liver? I’m plenty adult, thank you very much.” Johanna takes their small hand in hers. Robyn giggles, leading Johanna through the small crowd of people already gathered at The New Inn, waiting for the happily married couple to arrive. 

“Where’s your partner in crime?” 

Robyn shrugs, “Orpheus is probably with his mamma.” 

Oh yes, Jo had heard a lot about the mysterious former Mrs. Athanasiou (although apparently since the divorce, she’d gone back to her maiden name). She’d never met the woman, but from what Hob had told her, she was one of those pretty, delicate little things that came from a long line of wealth and prestige. The type of person that Hob’s posh husband would have gotten saddled with. 

Was she being slightly unfair? Probably. Hob hadn’t explicitly used the words “pretty, delicate little thing” to describe her, but he did say she came from a posh family and was pretty well off. 

The rest came from Johanna’s own assumptions. 

And from doing a background check on the woman. Look, it was her job as Robyn’s auntie and unofficial godmother to make sure that the people in his life were not of the shady sort (and she loves Hob, but the man can be far too trusting of other humans). She did one on Morpheus when Hob first told her about him. Not that she really needed to. As soon as she heard the Athanasiou last name, she knew exactly who he was. That family was well known to her grandmamma, and she spoke of them often. The third born, Morpheus, was a famous composer and songwriter back in Greece. With money like that family had, he could afford to do whatever he wished. 

As for Calliope, she was another child of some powerful Greek family, who became a well known singer. One who preferred to perform Morpheus’ compositions. Apparently the two had been a power couple back in Greece, until the birth of their son. Johanna hadn’t bothered to read about the messy divorce. It frankly wasn’t any of her business. 

She did meet Morpheus’ son, Orpheus (interesting name for a child, if you asked her). He’s a very sweet child, even if he’s got the air of someone raised by an extremely well-to-do family. Not that he was spoiled, but as young as he was, Johanna got the sense that he knew that he was meant for some wild destiny. She understood how that felt, being a Constantine. 

A few of the caterers know Robyn as soon as they step inside the kitchen and are all too excited to give them some food. Robyn, like the Gadling they are, makes sure that Johanna gets some food as well. It isn’t much, a few pieces of chicken souvlaki, and some pita bread. Just enough to tide the two of them over until the grooms arrive. 

Robyn’s hair is starting to become a little undone from the excitement so far. The flowers are becoming loose, and the thin braided crown around their head is starting to look messy. She imagines a bunch of Hob’s other friends and co-workers have all been giving Robyn hugs and cooing over how lovely they look. Johanna did the best she could with Robyn’s hair that morning, but she isn’t really good at this sort of thing. Maybe they should sneak back upstairs to the flat Hob shares with Dream to see if she can salvage anything. 

Then again, is it really worth it with a rambunctious six year old? 

“Robyn! There you are!”

It seems that the elusive Orpheus has found his way to the kitchen. Johanna smiles and waves to Robyn’s new step-brother. Robyn runs to Orpheus and the two children wrap their arms tight around each other. It’s nice, Johanna thinks, that Robyn gets to have a sibling they deeply love. A sibling, according to Hob, who has already begun to defend Robyn’s choices in how they wish to present themselves. 

Clearly this child is better than most of the adults living in London. 

“Orpheus? Pou eisai, agapi mou? ” a woman calls out in Greek. Johanna’s knowledge of the language is non-existant, but she imagines this must be Calliope, asking after her son. 

“ Edo einai, mamma ” calls out Orpheus. 

A woman enters the kitchen, and greets the catering staff with a smile on her face. Now, Johanna has seen photos of Calliope Vandi in her research, but photos will never do someone justice when faced with the actual person. 

Calliope is, to put it in polite terms, bloody fucking gorgeous. She’s tall, and carries herself like a queen in her realm. Her long, chestnut hair is done up in elaborate braids that would make Daenerys Targaryan jealous. Strategic curls spill down her back, nearly covering her backless rose gold gown. 

Johanna quickly dusts herself off —no doubt having had crumbs spill onto her own suit— and tries to tidy herself as best as she can. She has always been a fucking disaster when it came to a pretty girl with a sweet smile. 

And Calliope has just that. She finds her son and gives a warm, kind smile to both him and Robyn. 

“Hello, Robyn,” she says, a musical lilt to her voice. 

Robyn smiles, and offers a tiny hand to Calliope. “Hello, Ms. Calliope. Ti kaneis? ” 

Calliope gasps, her smile growing. “Robyn, have you been learning Greek?”

Robyn beams at her. “Orpheus has been teaching me!” 

“Mamma, I’ve been teaching Robyn the alphabet and some phrases. They were so excited to show you.”

Calliope kneels down to Robyn’s level, her elegant dress carefully pooling around her. “Well, Robyn, your Greek is fantastic. And to answer your question, kala . How are you?”

Robyn blushes, tugging at their left ear (a habit they’ve acquired from their father no doubt). “ Kala ,” they say. 

“I am so happy to hear that.” Calliope gently brushes some of the hair off of Robyn’s face. “You look very lovely today. I love your dress, and your hair is very pretty.”

Robyn giggles, doing a little twirl to show off their fluffy dress. “Thank you. Auntie Jo did my hair, but she was complaining the whole time.”

“ Oi! Have some respect for your elders, you little bug.” Robyn laughs at the use of Johanna’s pet name for them. Little shit is what they are, calling her out in front of the beautiful lady. 

Weren’t adorable children supposed to help you look more attractive to other people? Leave it Hob’s kid to know exactly what to say to make Jo look like a complete idiot. 

Thankfully, Calliope doesn’t seem to take too much stock in what Robyn’s said. She stands up —ridiculously graceful, of fucking course— and approaches Johanna, slender hand held out. 

“You must be Ms. Constantine,” she says, embracing the name Constantine the way it was meant to be said, the Greek in her accent showing it all the love and care. 

“Johanna, please,” she says, taking Calliope’s hand and giving it a strong shake. She almost wants to lift it to her lips and plant a small kiss. 

And that makes her want to find the nearest bathroom in order to slap herself silly. 

For fuck’s sake, Jo. Don’t forget, she’s one of those high class posh sort . 

“It is lovely to meet you, Johanna. Orpheus has told me much about you.”

“Oh? Has he now?” Johanna looks over to Calliope’s shoulder to see Orpheus and Robyn in quiet discussion, sharing food between the two of them. 

“He has told me that you’ve taught him some rather interesting phrases for him to use.”

Crap . She was hoping that wasn’t what Orpheus had brought back to his mother. Then again, children do tend to hold onto curse words quicker than any other phrase, so she shouldn’t be surprised at all. 

There was an incident at a park several months ago. Jo had brought the kids to a nearby playground while Hob and Morpheus were doing some sort of important wedding planning nonsense. It was no big deal, but some of the other kids were giving Robyn a difficult time. Jo had gone to break things up before they got too heated, when some of the parents got involved, all too happy to tell Jo how wrong they thought Hob was to “indulge Robyn like this' ' and that he should make his kid “act normal' '. Jo was happy enough to ignore the stupidity and ignorance, and take the kids home. 

But then one of them brought up Eleanor, and said that Robyn was only the way they were because Eleanor wasn’t around. 

And Jo just lost it.

She didn’t remember exactly what her words were, but she definitely had several choice expletives she used. Of course Orpheus remembered each and every one and took them to his father. Morpheus, while happy that Jo had stood up for Robyn, was a little concerned that his son now knew phrases like “bigoted, useless prick” and that the “gormless nitwits” needed to “fuck right off”. 

She sighs, rubbing her eyes before remembering the makeup she’d spent nearly an hour putting on this morning. 

“ Fuck — No, I mean— Ah, piss it. Look, I’m sorry about that—”

Calliope lifts up a hand. “It is alright. Orpheus told me what had happened at the playground. How some of the older children were picking on Robyn, and how their ‘brave Auntie Jo’ yelled at the mean adults.” 

Jo scoffs. Well, that’s a relief. Good to know she won’t be barred from the Gadling-Athansiou household after today. She doesn’t regret anything she said (she rarely ever does), and would do it again and again. She doesn’t think she’s very brave. Being a decent person isn’t a brave thing to be. Loving a child unconditionally isn’t a brave thing to do. 

It’s one of the easiest things she’s ever done. 

“Yeah well, come after my little bug, and we’re going to have words.”

“We certainly have that in common. There is nothing I would not do for my Orpheus.” She glances at the two step-siblings giggling together, completely lost and innocent in the way that only children know how to be. “I think now, that includes Robyn too.” 

Calliope looks back to Johanna, and it’s at this moment where Johanna notices a fire in her eyes. For being a delicate, little thing, Calliope might be a whole lot tougher than she’d initially given her credit for. 

“I’ll gladly do the same for Orpheus, should the situation call for it.” 

“I am happy to hear that, Johanna.” She steps closer to her —a fresh scent of gardenia and bergamot surrounding her— and whispers conspiratorially in her ear “I’d even be happy to teach you some insults in Greek if you like. We have quite a colourful selection to choose  from.” 

Johanna turns to her, a smirk on her face, “Tough, pretty, and knows her way around a powerful curse. I like that in a woman.” 

Calliope smiles, reaching up to Jo’s suit jacket to adjust the collar slightly (bloody hell, she knew it was messed up). “Brave, strong, and knows her way around a powerful suit. I like that in a woman.”

Well , this wedding certainly got more interesting. Jo spares one last glance at Robyn and Orpheus, before leaning closer into Calliope’s space, her cheek just brushing hers. 

“You know, apparently there isn’t assigned seating,” Jo whispers softly in Calliope’s ear. 

Calliope’s eyes (Jesus, they’re pretty) (all big and brown and warm) brighten. “So I have heard.”

“Hmm. It would be silly to separate the little monsters, I think. They look so happy together, and there aren’t other kids around. They’d be so bored, otherwise.”

“That would be rather unnecessary, I think.”

“So, I propose, we all sit together. That way, we make sure Robyn and Orpheus aren’t separated,” Jo trails a pinky over Calliope’s thin wrist, a small move she does whenever she’s interested in someone. It’s important to start with slow, enticing movements, and not to rush too quickly into things. 

Calliope, it turns out, appreciates Jo’s flirtations, because she responds by dragging her thumb over her collarbone. “I believe that is an inspired idea, Johanna Constantine.”

Fuck , the way she says her name will have her ruined by the end of the night. Sassy, little minx that she is probably knows it too. 

“Auntie Jo!” Robyn calls out to her, interrupting what was clearly her laying down her A-Game (would Hob be upset with her if she called his spawn a cock-block) (what is the female equivalent anyway?) (She’s heard people use clam-jam and twat-swat, but even she has her filthy limits). 

“Yes, you impossible little demon?” she says. 

Robyn waves her mobile in the air (when the fuck did they swipe that from her?). “Daddy just texted you, and I’m not supposed to read your messages because you use too many swear words.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she mutters, to Calliope’s amusement. If Hob’s messaged her, it means the love birds are finally finished their photo session. Which means it’s time to wrangle the hell-spawns and get them seated and ready for supper. 

Johanna turns to Calliope and holds her arm out. 

“Well, shall we head out then?”

Calliope places her hand in the crook of Jo’s elbow, “I would love to.” They collect the children and head back into the inn, where the rest of the reception eagerly awaits the arrival of the happily married couple. 

Johanna Constantine is not a wedding person. She never was.  But, with a pretty woman on her arm and the promise of a night of shameless flirting, she could learn to be one.

[sparkymalone]

Secretly married and still pinning for each other

Alternative tittle; that one trip to Las Vegas where Peko took ONE night off

Fuyuhiko: I don’t even like drinking what could go wrong.

Drunk ass shirtless Hajime: Hey Fuyuhiko have you hear of belly shots.

Fuyuhiko:…..

The morning after naked in bed

Fuyuhiko: we are getting a divorce immediately.

Hajime: no one will ever know.

A year later still married for reasons.

At that school reunion were Hajime is obviously invited

Fuyuhiko pulling Hajime away from a handsy girl:  GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND.

It has taken me a long time, but here it is! A drabble!

Fuyuhiko awoke slowly, groaning at the splitting pain in his head. He was sure he had packed some painkillers, but he wasn't quite ready to get out of bed to look for them. He burrowed further into the blankets, hoping the warmth there would help ease his headache.

He froze as he found himself snuggling up against a warm body.

Sitting up abruptly, Fuyuhiko looked at his bedmate in alarm. Hajime lay beside him, sleeping peacefully, and Fuyuhiko felt a flood of different emotions running through him.

The emotion that took precedence was panic. Why the hell was Hajime in his bed? They had agreed to share a hotel room, sure, but they had separate beds, so what was Hajime doing? And… was he naked?!

Swallowing hard, Fuyuhiko lifted the covers slightly to confirm that it was true. Sure enough, Hajime was completely naked. And, he realized with concern, he was, too.

Fuyuhiko looked away, putting a hand over his face as he tried to keep his panic down. The familiar feeling of his rings against his skin was somewhat grounding, so he focused on that.

Which led to him realizing that he wore his rings on his right hand, but the hand on his face was his left.

He looked at his hand, startled, and felt a new wave of panic rise up. There was a gold band around his finger. A wedding band.

Fuyuhiko glanced between his new ring and the man in his bed, alarm bells blaring in his head. What the fuck had happened last night?!

***

It had started with Natsumi, as most of his problems did.

She had decided that she wanted to take a trip to Las Vegas, of all places, and she wanted Fuyuhiko to go with her. He had refused at first, thinking the whole trip sounded awful.

But then she invited Hajime, who had easily agreed to go. The look on Natsumi's face when she told Fuyuhiko the news clearly showed that this was a calculated move.

So he ended up saying yes to the trip, if only to get to spend time with his crush. He certainly wasn't proud of his reasoning, but he also wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Hajime for an extended period of time.

Especially since Hajime seemed so excited about the trip. He had never been on an airplane before, let alone an international flight, so the whole experience was new and exciting to him. It was ridiculously endearing, and Fuyuhiko had to fight to keep from smiling like a lovesick idiot every time he looked at him.

The trip was supposed to be Natsumi, Fuyuhiko, Hajime, and Peko, but at the last minute, Peko caught the flu and had to cancel. Fuyuhiko had to reassure her about a million times that he would be okay without her. Likewise, she had to reassure him that she would recover just fine.

The flight was pretty uneventful, aside from Hajime being a total dork. He kept looking out the window excitedly and telling Fuyuhiko about whatever he saw. The blonde thought it was insanely cute, but pretended to be annoyed, anyway.

They reached Las Vegas and found their way to the hotel. Natsumi had, of course, arranged for a lavish suite with separate bedrooms for the three of them to spend the weekend in. Fuyuhiko had assumed that they would each have their own room, so when he learned that there were only two bedrooms, he was immediately suspicious.

Natsumi didn't even hide her grin as she explained that she had booked this particular suite on purpose. One bedroom was meant for the girls and one for the boys, but since Peko didn't come, she would have her own room. Fuyuhiko glared at her, internally panicking at the thought of sharing a bedroom with his crush. He briefly considered sleeping on the couch, but decided against it, not wanting Hajime to get suspicious about his motive.

When he found out that they had separate beds, he felt a little better. It helped that Hajime didn't seem bothered at all. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to spend much time in the hotel room.

As soon as they were settled, they headed back out to enjoy the sights that Vegas had to offer. They had gone to a show, spent some time at the casinos (Fuyuhiko refused to gamble, but Natsumi made a killing at the poker table), and gone to one of the many themed restaurants.

In the evening, they ended up bar-hopping along the strip. Normally, Fuyuhiko didn't like to drink, but the other two had convinced him to cut loose, since they were on vacation. He had begrudgingly agreed after Hajime had bought him a specific drink he thought he'd like.

By their third bar, all three of them were a little drunk. When they left for the fourth bar, Natsumi had grinned and suggested a nearby gay bar. Fuyuhiko had turned red and was about to argue, but Hajime had excitedly agreed, probably thinking he was being very supportive of his friend. Despite his anxiety, Fuyuhiko agreed to go.

As soon as they walked in, the other bar patrons were all over them. Fuyuhiko's English wasn't perfect, but he was pretty sure all of the men who talked to him were flirting with him. They kept throwing around the word “twink,” though, and he had no idea what that meant.

Hajime, likewise, ended up surrounded by a lot of cute, lithe men. His English was even worse than Fuyuhiko's, so he wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He understood body language, though, so he figured it out pretty quickly.

They had lost track of Natsumi after a while, and Fuyuhiko probably would've been concerned, had some of the men at the bar not convinced a very drunk Hajime to take off his shirt. Several of the men, Fuyuhiko included, openly ogled Hajime's chest, making the brunette blush.

Someone had suggested the two of them try doing “belly shots,” another phrase Fuyuhiko wasn't sure he understood. He figured it out when the other patrons convinced Hajime to lay on the table and one of them poured alcohol into his navel. They cheered Fuyuhiko on, telling him to take the shot.

Absolutely mortified, Fuyuhiko looked to Hajime to see if he was okay with what was happening. The other man's expression made him blush. Hajime was watching him intently, slightly flushed and looking almost… excited?

So, following the others’ directions, Fuyuhiko cautiously put his lips over Hajime's bellybutton and drank the alcohol. He sat up, licking his lips, and looked at Hajime again. The brunette was biting his lip now, and Fuyuhiko felt a powerful urge to kiss him.

The men around them cheered and poured another shot into Hajime's navel, and Fuyuhiko obligingly slurped it up. The shots of straight liquor were a bit much for him, though, considering his small stature, and he tried to say he didn't want any more.

But the other men kept egging him on, and even Hajime encouraged him, and Fuyuhiko quickly lost track of how many shots he had taken. At one point, though, he remembered looking up at Hajime and feeling that same overwhelming desire to kiss him.

So he did.

He crashed his lips into Hajime's, finally giving in to the feelings he had been secretly harboring for ages. He let out a pleased moan when Hajime kissed him back, opening his mouth to let his tongue venture forth.

That was where Fuyuhiko's memories of the night became a little fuzzy. He definitely remembered making out with Hajime in the bar for a bit, and then his memory cut to them making out against a wall outside. In between kisses, he had confessed everything to Hajime, how much he loved him and how long he had felt that way. Hajime had happily told him that he loved him, too, and their desperate make-out had continued.

Somehow they had ended up walking down the street together, despite their drunken stumbling. Fuyuhiko had vague memories of one of them pointing out a drive-thru wedding chapel, then going into the chapel, then a blurry wedding ceremony, and then somehow they were back in the hotel room.

He had much more vivid memories of being pushed down onto the bed, Hajime's hot mouth on him, his clothes being peeled away, Hajime's body on top of him, inside of him, desperate moans pouring out of his mouth as their bodies tangled together for hours…

***

Fuyuhiko's face was bright red as he looked back at Hajime, who was starting to wake up. The brunette’s eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times before gradually focusing on Fuyuhiko's face.

“Hey,” Hajime greeted him hoarsely.

“...Hey,” Fuyuhiko hesitantly replied. They stared silently at each other for a long moment before he spoke again. “Um… How much of last night… do you remember?”

There was a pause as Hajime rubbed his eyes, still waking up. Fuyuhiko could see the exact moment that the question clicked in Hajime's mind. His cheeks flushed red and he sat up abruptly. “...Did we…?!”

Looking away, the yakuza heir nodded. His stomach was in knots and he wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that he and the man he loved had gotten married and spent the night together, but he hated that it had happened while they were blackout drunk. It had been stupid and impulsive, something they absolutely wouldn't have done under any other circumstances, and he was terrified of Hajime's reaction.

When he finally worked up the courage to glance back at Hajime, he saw him staring at the ring on his hand. “...Wow, okay…” Hajime muttered, face filled with concern. He looked over at Fuyuhiko, who quickly turned away. “Um… should we… talk about it?”

“What's there to talk about?” Fuyuhiko snapped, hiding behind the familiarity of anger. “We're getting a fuckin' divorce, immediately.” As much as he loved Hajime and wanted to be with him, this was definitely not how he wanted things to happen.

There was a pause before Hajime responded. “...Yeah, that's probably for the best.”

And what exactly did that mean? Fuyuhiko gritted his teeth, trying not to let his insecurities get the best of him. Hajime agreeing with him didn't necessarily mean anything. It was his idea, after all. “We can't tell anyone about this.”

“Right, yeah,” Hajime agreed, shifting in the bed. “But, uh… what about Natsumi?”

“We especially can't tell Natsumi!” Fuyuhiko snapped, turning back to the other man. “She’ll never shut up about it.”

Hajime laughed softly. “That's true.” He looked down at his hand again. “So… should we take these off?”

Looking down at the matching ring on his finger, Fuyuhiko felt his stomach twist. He didn't really want to take it off, but it wouldn't be right to keep wearing it. “Y-Yeah, I guess we should.” Before he could second-guess himself, he pulled the ring off and placed it on the bedside table.

Fuyuhiko climbed out of bed and started gathering up some clean clothes, trying not to think about how his bare ass was completely exposed. Hajime had already seen everything last night, after all, so there was no sense being embarrassed now.

So he was a little surprised when he glanced over his shoulder and caught Hajime staring at his body. Feeling a blush crawl up his neck, Fuyuhiko cleared his throat. “I'm, uh… gonna go take a shower.”

Hajime nodded, quickly looking away. “Okay. I'll probably take one after you.”

Fighting the urge to just invite Hajime to join him, Fuyuhiko disappeared into the bathroom. As he showered, he let his mind wander, going over what he remembered from the night before. This is why I hate drinking, he thought sourly.

As he pondered the night's events, though, he realized something. When he had confessed everything to Hajime, he had completely agreed, telling Fuyuhiko that he loved him back. Fuyuhiko felt his stomach twist at the idea that Hajime felt the same way, but he had no idea how to find out.

He had decided a long time ago that he wasn't going to act on his feelings for Hajime, since he was his best friend and Fuyuhiko absolutely didn't want to ruin that. Even still, the idea that Hajime could love him back was enticing. Maybe, once this whole marriage debacle was dealt with, he could figure out a way to talk to him about it.

The air between the two of them was awkward as they dressed and met up with Natsumi in the main room. She bitched at them for ditching her at the gay bar, but something about her expression said that she knew what was going on.

The day went fairly smoothly, with all three of them trying to enjoy their last full day in Vegas. By the time dinner rolled around, though, Fuyuhiko was ready for this trip to be over.

They went to a nice restaurant located in one of the casinos. As they were waiting for a table, Hajime commented that he was going to get a drink from the bar just across the floor. Fuyuhiko frowned at him. “Really? I can't believe you want to drink again after last night.”

Hajime frowned back at him, looking frustrated. “Just because you didn't like last night doesn't mean that I didn't.” And he left.

Fuyuhiko watched him go, stunned. He… liked what had happened? Which part? All of it? Shaking his head, the blonde furrowed his brow. Probably just the sex, he thought bitterly.

It was then that he noticed the look Natsumi was giving him. “What?!” he snapped.

“Nothing,” she replied, smiling smugly. “Just enjoying the lovers’ quarrel.”

Fuyuhiko scowled. “Shut the fuck up. We're not-”

“Hiko.” She gave him a pitying look. “I have ears. You two weren't exactly quiet last night.”

His cheeks flushed a dark red. “Wh–! That was-!”

Natsumi held up a hand. “Look, Hiko, I'm not judging you. I know how you feel about Hajime. If you want to fuck him while we're on vacation, good for you.”

Fuyuhiko gave a frustrated growl. “Can we stop talking about this?”

“No, because I have something else to say,” his sister told him. “I don't know what you two are fighting about, but you should get over it. This is your chance, right? You fucked, so clearly there's something there. Don't ruin it now.”

Glaring down at his feet, Fuyuhiko mulled over her words. It was true, all the signs pointed to Hajime liking him back, so why was he trying so hard to push him away? Maybe they really just needed to talk about what happened.

“Anyway, you better figure your shit out soon,” Natsumi told him playfully, “‘cause it looks like you're not the only one who's interested.”

Fuyuhiko whipped his head around, looking over at where Hajime was standing near the bar. A woman was talking to him, and, while they were too far away for him to hear what was happening, she was obviously flirting. Hajime was smiling back, and the sight made Fuyuhiko's chest ache.

The woman laughed in a deliberately charming way, reaching out a hand to trail down Hajime's arm. She stepped closer, batting her eyelashes at him, and moved her hand to rest on his chest.

Before he realized what he was doing, Fuyuhiko was out of his seat and striding towards them. As soon as he reached them he shoved his way in between the two, crossing his arms as he looked down his nose at the woman, despite her being slightly taller than him. “Get away from my husband,” he growled.

The woman's eyebrows shot up and she immediately stepped back. “Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea he was married.”

“Well, he is,” Fuyuhiko retorted, trying to ignore the embarrassment he could already feel creeping in. “So fuck off.”

She scampered away and Fuyuhiko slowly turned to regard Hajime. The taller man was looking at him incredulously, clutching his drink in a white-knuckle grip. “...What the hell was that?”

Fuyuhiko flushed and looked away. “N-Nothing. Forget it.” He started to walk away, but Hajime caught his wrist.

“Don't walk away from me,” he muttered, stepping closer. “You called me ‘your husband.’”

“Don't read into it!” Fuyuhiko snapped. He tried to jerk his hand away but Hajime held on. “I just didn't like the way she was touching you.”

“Why?”

The question caught him completely off-guard. “W-Why?”

Hajime was looking at him earnestly. “This morning you acted like you didn't want anything to do with me, so why do you care about some girl flirting with me?”

Fuyuhiko stared back at him, not sure how to answer that. He glanced around, very aware that they were in the middle of a crowded casino. This wasn't really the place for this conversation, was it?

“I… I told you last night,” he admitted in a hushed voice, not sure if Hajime would be able to hear him over the din of the room.

Hajime took another step closer. “Told me what?”

“How I feel about you, jackass,” Fuyuhiko grumbled, looking away in embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks burning. “I'm… I've had feelings for you for like… forever. So I don't want to watch some bitch put her hands on you, okay?”

There was a pause. “...Then why don't you want to be married anymore?”

Fuyuhiko looked up at Hajime in surprise. “What?!”

Hajime was as red as Fuyuhiko felt, but he forged ahead. “We got married because we're in love, right? So why do you want… a divorce?”

The yakuza heir's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment as he processed Hajime's words. “...We’re in love?”

Hajime nodded, sliding his hand down to twine his fingers together with Fuyuhiko's. “...I love you.”

Fuyuhiko gaped at him, his heart leaping into his throat. “You…”

“And you love me, right? That's what you kept saying when we…” Hajime glanced away, face flushed.

It was true, Fuyuhiko had memories of professing his love to Hajime over and over as he clawed at his back, but he had hoped that the other man didn't remember. His face turned beet red. “O-Of course I do, but-”

“Then… why do you want to get divorced?” Hajime asked. “I mean, I know this wasn't the ideal way to get married, but… I'm still happy that we did. Aren't you?”

And for a moment, Fuyuhiko had to wonder why he had ever had a problem with the current situation. “...Yeah, of course I am.” He finally let himself relax, squeezing Hajime's hand gently. “...I think I just got into my own head. I spent so long convincing myself that you could never feel the same way I do, so even when you were telling me to my face, I couldn't believe it.”

Hajime smiled slightly. “Is that all?”

Fuyuhiko glared up at him. “Shut up. We were both completely fucked up last night, so of course I'm not gonna believe anything either of us said, y’know?”

“Well, we're both totally sober now,” Hajime offered. He held up his glass. “I haven't even had any of this yet. And I'm telling you that I still love you.”

The blonde lunged forward, kissing him clumsily. “I love you, too,” he murmured before kissing him again.

Hajime happily returned his kisses, holding him close. After a moment, he pulled away enough to ask, “So do you still want to get divorced?”

Fuyuhiko gazed seriously back at him. “I still think it was really stupid of us,” he started, leaning against the taller man. “But… I want to stay married.”

Smiling tenderly, Hajime leaned in to kiss him again. “Me, too,” he murmured.

Eventually, they found their way back to Natsumi, who was already seated in the restaurant, sipping a martini. “You boys done fighting?” she asked with a smirk, making it clear that she had seen the whole thing.

“Shut up,” Fuyuhiko grumbled.

“Yeah,” Hajime replied at the same time.

Giggling, Natsumi shoved some menus at them. “Great. Figure out what you want to eat. I already ordered. I didn't want to wait for you and your dumbass boyfriend.”

“Dumbass husband, actually,” Fuyuhiko corrected her, smirking at Hajime, who flushed and smiled. They joined hands under the table, ignoring Natsumi's shocked exclamation in favor of gazing at each other lovingly.

Me: I'm going to write a short drabble for this prompt.

Also me: *writes 3413 words*

But yes, hopefully that's kinda what you wanted, anon? I changed the bit about being at a reunion a year later for the sake of making it shorter. I hope you don't mind, lol.

And I'm slowly getting to my other prompts, so if you sent me something a while back, don't worry! I'm going to write it!

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Got some more questions

1: what made you name Jake’s hero name skybird?

2: how come Chris superhero name is Nightwing phantom instead of something else like super wing or maybe dark wing? Feels like a mouthful to me lol

3: what’s the most embarrassing thing that has happened to them? Either together or separate.

4: what horror movies have they tried to watch?

5: just like the supersons in canon (and maybe in some ppls fanons) have they ever do some slight teasing with each other? For example: calling each other dork, nerd, buttmunch, hit like a girl, etc…

6: what’s one cartoon/movie that they watch religiously? My headcanon for Chris that it’s SpongeBob.

Well my friend @gothicghost2000 , do I have some answers alright lol

1. Well what happened was that originally I gave Jake the code name of Bluebird since his main outfit was the Discowing colors on a Robin like suit. Only thing was, after some research, I rediscovered the character of Harper Row who went by Bluebird. Hence why I went with Skybird since I felt like it was different enough moniker name from Bluebird.

2. Well the idea was essentially to split the Nightwing mantle between Chris and Dick akin to how back at the marvelous competition, the X Men and Avengers gave a tendency for different teams that operate under a similar banner to bear a subtitle in order to help distinguish them. For example, the mainline X team can be X Men Gold while either a team of newly graduated members or even a time displaced version of the original team can be X Men Blue. Or there’s the main Avengers helmed by Captain America, Iron Man and Thor while another team lead by Hawkeye at San Francisco can be the aptly named West Coast Avengers.

So when differentiating Dick and Chris with the Nightwing mantle, since the former is more well known of the two (it’s a sad fact but true), I had to give Chris a way to let audiences know he too is a Nightwing albeit of a different sort than the one they’re most used to. I would’ve tried with a color based coding for them but I don’t know if Nightwing Orange would be as appealing sounding of a name since unlike Gold or Blue, it doesn’t sound a truly stand out color. So then I applied the fact Chris was born in the Phantom Zone and that his more distinctive powers are shadow based to the name process, hence Nightwing Phantom. Plus calling him simply Phantom by itself would be ripping off a golden age hero called the Phantom. So yeah…lol

3. For Chris, it would be the time Conner washed the laundry but he accidentally shrink Chris’ clothes so much but that morning he had to rush for school. The only thing that’ll fit him in the meantime was Lois’ wedding dress. You can imagine how red his face was when walking into class in said dress.

Meanwhile, there that one time Jake attempted singing a traditional Tamaranean folk song for a talent show. His louder wailing voice combined with the speakers needless to say certainly got not just tons of broken windows but a ribbon for sixth place

4. Mainly they stick to classic Universal Mosnters and if they feel especially brave, J-Horror movies starring Onryo, especially the Ringu and Grudge films. Though the first Ttime they tried watching Ringu, they were very very nervous around unlabeled video tapes

5. Chris and Jake probably do so especially at an earlier time when their little team was still barely coming together but far more lighthearted and less harsh in comparison to that other team. It’s more common for them to call each other teasing names during video game play throughs than out in their superhero jobs

6. For Jake, it’ll be both Powerpuff Girls Classic and of course Voltron Legendary Defender. For the latter case though, he completely ignores all the shipping that goes on in the fandom and just focuses on the show itself

Now as for the both of them being of them, two shows stand out being their go to ones: Avatar: The Last Airbender and Steven Universe