#They once said “can I tell you what my favorite freckles on your face are?��� Shoot

[ohno-wallace]

Happy Valentine’s to only them

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Sunsweet Prunes

Ray Bradbury: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the lazy summer of youth Bradbury: long days down by the river, fishing in miller's pond, afternoons at the soda shop, ice cream sundaes with fabulous unicorn worlds built of whipped cream, nickels for a dime Bradbury: and becky miller's freckled-face kisses Bradbury: sweeter than sunsweet prunes

Bradbury: sunsweet prunes, i tell you Bradbury: the only prune that's sweeter than a nostalgic midwestern childhood Bradbury: and they come in these little individually wrapped plastic packs too King: Poe: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Bradbury: I just think they're neat

Bradbury: according to my stories, in the far distant future of 2001 Bradbury: we shall travel in tubes Bradbury: we'll have flying cars Bradbury: and we'll all be eating our sunsweet prunes out of individually wrapped plastic packs Poe: wait you never said that in your stories Bradbury: i wish i had Bradbury: i would have been 1 for 3 at least

Bradbury: look, they individually wrap these sunsweet prunes in plastic Bradbury: what a world! Bradbury: its like living in the not too distant future Poe: doesn't that create a lot of waste Bradbury:

Bradbury: tearing open this individually wrapped snack pack reminds me of tearing open presents on christmas morning, snow on the ground, ma and pa taking the day off from working the farm, the whole family arriving in a caravan of automobiles, aunts and uncles and cousins by the dozen, oh my! oh my! uncles a little too loud after three egg nogs, cousins playing cops & robbers in the hay loft

Bradbury: and the feasting, the jollity! too many voices all at once, raised in laughter, in song. the twinkle in dad's eye, the red roses in mom's cheeks, grandpa's baritone chuckle. falling asleep to the sounds of bing crosby on the tombstone radio, surrounded by the warm glow of early evening King: wow these prunes sound pretty incredible King: i'm sold! Koontz: [tearing open sunsweet prune container] guys Koontz: i think my prunes are broken Koontz: i didn't feel any of that stuff ray said

Poe: ray are they paying you to advertise for prunes Bradbury: no no of course not! Bradbury: i would never accept money to tell you about the incredible health benefits of america's favorite prunes, sunsweet Bradbury: full of 12 different antioxidents King: can i buy them with my american express card

Neil Gaiman: but ray! Gaiman: using the limitless vista of your inpirational mind to advertise a mere consumer good Gaiman: such a tawdry use of the gift of imagination! Gaiman: it cheapens us as writers just as the low low prices of chipotle cheapens organic rice and GMO-free beans to bring wholesome healthy Mexican inspired fusion cuisine to the masses

Gaiman: you can't leash the phoenix of creativity to the millstone of commerce! Gaiman: she must fly free! Gaiman: free like the secret dragon sauce available now at now extra charge at your local chipotle King: neil's right! Poe: about chipotle? King: about everything!!

[thewriterg]

𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐜𝐬

pairing(s): jess mariano x gn!reader, collegestudent!jess x collegestudent!reader

summary: you see the title :)

word count: 1.2k

request: if you’re uncomfortable with it you don’t have to but could you write NSFW alphabet with Jess Mariano 🤭

warning(s): smut and language

A/n: —GIFs; @buffysummers— *cracks neck* it’s been a while since I’ve done this but I think I might still got it

Aftercare

Aftercare king

I feel like In his younger years he didn’t really know much about it I mean come on we all knew he was a man whore back than

he would crack you open some water and be on his way before you fell asleep

or fuck you to sleep and leave before you woke up

but he’s gotten better!

gets you a warm rag to wipe you up would run you a bath occasionally but Jess is a little arrogant bitch so he’s not gonna admit that he wants to cuddle with you for a lot of little while 🙄

Body Part

His favorite body part on you is your face even in his younger years jess didn’t base his sole existence off sex he loves to lay a hand on your cheek or kiss your forehead

But In all honesty

Jess is an ass man

There I said it.

His favorite part on himself other than his hair is his hair. he likes when you run your fingers through it and normal time but especially after sex

he’d never say it to your face though it’s Jess come on Y/n 🙄

he’s into hair pulling

pull his hair see what muffled sounds you can get out of him 🙏🏽

because he’s definitely not just going to let it spur out and let you hear them.

bratty jess?

the answer is yes.

Cum

He likes to cum either on your ass or inside you that’s just his preference.

he’s also not against in your mouth when you suck him off

I feel like he’s not really throwing a bitch fit rather you spit or swallow

kiss him and make him taste himself and feels a certain way ;)

but going back to inside you :)

he likes when you clench around him and kinda ground him in a way? Like bringing him back to reality in the best way possible

he’s in love with you either way 🤸🏾‍♀️

Dirty Secret

Jess Mariano is a switch.

Experience

like I said he was a man whore even though it’s behind him now he was a whore.

He has plenty experience on his belt

Also my man is a book reader

You can’t tell me that he hasn’t read smut like let’s be serious for a second

just know that Jess can get around and you’re always gonna finish with him 😊

Favorite Position

Rocking horse and spooning.

Jess is an eye contact person

Just intensely staring at you as he rubs circles on your puffy clit or Keeps running his thumb over your red tip

if you can hold up with his eyes than you might just have him tucked under your thumb

If not than expect him to tease the fuck at out of you and result into shit like fucking you in a mirror forcing you to watch

Goofy

I feel like other than like a sarcastic remark and a couple smirks Jess isn’t really that goofy?

I don’t think Jess is a sunshine/silly character anyways so, there’s that

Hair

He keeps himself trimmed not completely bald but not where to point where he’s uncomfortable or scratching you with it

He doesn’t really care all that much about body hair?

Like it would go like this;

“We can’t, I haven’t shaved.”

“…so?” 🧍🏽🍽️

Intimacy

There’s a lot of things that Jess is but naive however is not one.

when you want to get intimate Jess catches your drift pretty quick

But on a serious not I feel like Jess would like no shit be so sweet sometimes

Like starting up at you as he kiss up your legs to your abdomen and chest

Prepping kissed everywhere kiss rolls, beauty marks, freckles, your back and shoulders, dimples, everything.

Body worship bae

Jack off

He doesn’t do it a lot anymore? He has you and once again he’s never based his whole being off sex intake

but my man is a college student 🙏🏽

and you both have busy schedules so he might have to do what he has to to take his mind off his exam stress

if you catch him!?

please like make him finish in front of you it’d make him so hot and bothered

neither of you would go to class

Kink

Hair pulling; hair pulling is a probably a big key to Jess’s subby side

he is a switch and I’ll die on that hill.

Markings; he’d be a little shit about markings hickeys, hand marks, kiss prints, anything. leave scratches down his back and hickeys one his neck where people can see? he’s fucking whipped and will be back for more when they fade.

Overstimulation.

I rest my case your honor.

Location

your ass or your mouth.

Motivation

When you wear tighter clothes that shows off your figure he loses all sense he has come to have and will shamelessly stare

Also cock warming.

You’re helping him study and he can’t focus? It’s almost like a game

The more flash cards he can go through and get right than the more you move

if he gets more than enough wrong you’ll basically just torture him and sit there as he struggles to hold in his groans

No

Hurting each other other than like a couple smacks on the ass from either parties Jess isn’t into the pain thing at all

Oral

he doesn’t mind a good blowjob

oral fixation go brrr

Place

Risky

Jess is all about the adrenaline he gets off the risky feeling of being caught

Janitors closet type beat

Quickie

Once again y’all are college students

You eat, breathe, and live quickies.

Risk

yes 😈

The amount of places y’all have been in is very questionable

a dressing room 😏

restaurant family bathroom 😝

the janitors closet 🤨

the library 😟

Sext

it’s literally his specialty

“rubbing those pretty legs together thinking about me in the middle of them”

All while your in class

LIEK

sir enough. 🙏🏽

Toys

Not the biggest fan

only toy he was really keen on was something like vibrator underwear

but that’s a story for another day

Unfair

Depending on your personality is rather where you can keep up with Jess or not

because he’s a very big fucking tease

If you can than your best bet is to not let him talk like once you start keep going and he doesn’t have a chance like zero chance

Stare at him dead in his eyes maybe look at lips for a little bit and keep sweet talking him and he’s bending to your will

Volume

you have to really pull the noises out of this one

he’s not letting them slip easy

Wild Card

Once you were giving Jess head he was already overstimulated maybe on his third or forth orgasm and the last one you gave him practically had him unconscious

For the rest of the night he was clinging and whiny wanting you close

That’s been the biggest sun moment you’ve seen in Jess your whole relationship

X ray

6.5 to 7 inches

It gets him around but you’re also not dying splitting in half

Yes

Put your fingers in mouth

Don’t break eye contact as he licks around your digits

you two are at it like fucking rabbits

Zzz

Unless you’ve been at it for a while Jess is usually the one falling asleep after you

he’d run shapes on your hip kiss your forehead when your eyes close and then finally be on his way

[nanawritesit]

Yeosang Boyfriend Headcanons!

this guy is such a lil sweetie! he was a bit shy to approach you at first 🥺

as i said before in my previous ateez headcanons, yeosang is a big starer. he would legit just stare at you for half an hour and consider it flirting

however once he senses that you’re interested in him as well, his flirt game is turned up to the MAX

he drives you crazy the way he gives you delicate little touches, your heart stops every time he brushes your hair out of your face or pulls a loose thread off your sweater

when you weren’t afraid to flirt back with him, he knew you were the one. the second you started teasing him and giving him a hard time, he was like, “this is it. i need them.”

he’s so fricking observant too. he’ll memorize every little detail about you so he can bring it up in a conversation later

he’s also an impulsive gift giver

“hey remember that one time you said you mentioned that obscure cartoon you used to watch as a kid? well i saw a keychain of it and thought of you, so here you go!”

he tried really hard to wait to ask you out, wanting to give you time to pine over him and create a slow burn, but he just CANT WAIT to make you his.

and he was so tickled when you said yes, he would not stop giggling like a little school girl 🥰

he also knows how adorable you think his laugh and fanged smile is, and will use it against you to make you fall for him even harder

ALRIGHT MOVING ON TO ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP STUFF-

his excellent observance doesn’t end when y’all start dating. even if you just have the slightest change in your breathing pattern, he notices and is like “hey what’s wrong”

he’s the first one to notice when you get a new haircut, knows you’re sick the second he looks at you, adjusts your necklace when it gets turnt around, ties your shoe when the laces come undone…

because he stares so much he knows every little detail of your appearance

the different specks of color in your eyes, all your little moles and freckles, any scars you might have, the way you part your hair, whether or not you’re wearing makeup and what kind…

speaking of which, he dies a little on the inside every time you kiss his birthmark ❤️ he was scared to show you his bare face at first, but you were quick to tell him how beautiful he is (as you should 😤)

yeosang calls his partner “honey,” no i do not take criticism

and in his deep ass voice? ugh i would melt 😭

*when you surprise him at work* “honey! what are you doing here?”

*barging into your apartment* “oh my honey, i brought you your favorite food!”

*coming back in from getting the mail* “hey honey, come look at this new drone i got!”

he may seem all cool and statuesque, but deep down he’s just a big nerd 🤓 he’s always asking you to come to the park with him to fly his drones

makes you help him sort his candies by color 💀

he loves that you never see him as judgmental or picky because of his honest nature. you always take special interest in his opinions, and admire that he’s not afraid to speak his mind

and he does the same for you as well! he thinks so highly of you that he’s always interested in what you have to say about things. he wants to know all of your likes and dislikes :)

you guys tell each other EVERYTHING, there’s not much you guys keep secret from each other 💀

you know all of his memories with the boys, his childhood stories, his most embarrassing moments.. he knows all the drama in your friend group, your family situation, and your deepest secrets

he’s a morning person, so if you’re not then you’ll have to get used to him waking up early and fluttering around the house doing things

(and um i’m not a morning person but hearing his voice get even deeper in the morning would motivate me to wake up 😳)

after a while he gets lonely and starts pestering you to wake up and spend time with him in a pouty voice 🥺

*poking your face and shaking your shoulder* “honeyyyy, it’s almost noon… the day is half over and you haven’t even cuddled me yet…”

he thinks you’re incredibly cute when you’re half asleep and groggy in the morning :)

he ends up threatening to cook you breakfast which makes you LEAP out of bed 💀

consequently, he’s not a big night owl unless he has to be… if you’re one, he ends up converting you to a morning person because he’s so fricking persistent 🤦🏼‍♀️

but for a while if you’re hanging out with him late at night he’ll start nodding off, and when you wake him he’ll go “i wasn’t asleep” 🤡

san and wooyoung will try to call you guys at 9 pm to see if you want to go out to get drinks with them, only to find out that both your phones were shut off, and you were both in your pajamas doing face masks and watching a movie on the couch together, fading in and out of consciousness ❤️

wooyoung once called you his grandparents 💀 y’all know it’s bad if he’s not taking an opportunity to call hongjoong and seonghwa old

caring for the scrapes on his elbows and knees when he falls off his skateboard 🥰

he also desperately wants to teach you how to skateboard if you don’t already know how! he’s so patient and gentle with you, always letting you fall into his arms and catching you when you slip :)

“it’s okay honey, i’ve got you! i know it’s scary, but i promise it’s so fun once you get the hang of it. you’re actually doing really well for your first time!”

you guys will eventually become the cool skater couple that everyone is jealous of 💀

he ALWAYS smells good, and his scent somehow embeds itself in all your clothes and furniture so even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him

when you see him after you’ve been apart for a long time, of course you’ll run up to each other for a bone crushing hug, and as soon as his familiar scent hits you your eyes well with tears

he hates seeing you cry, even if it’s from happiness

*wiping your tears with a reassuring smile* “oh honey, please don’t cry… we’re together now.”

he’s constantly putting your needs before his own, you actually had to sit him down and explain to him that while you love and appreciate his selflessness, he needs to take care of himself more often

he’s not the biggest fan of PDA, but he does enjoy holding hands… he likes walking with you and swinging your interwoven hands back and forth ❤️

you’ll catch him smiling at the sidewalk and ask him what’s up, he just says “i like the way your hand fits in mine.”

yeosang is a big forehead kisser 🥰 it’s his favorite way to show his affection in a sweet and delicate way

he’s so sensitive to your touch… if you just brush your hands over his shoulders and arms, it’s enough to make his heart flutter :)

there are a lot of nights were you guys just lay in bed next to each other and talk about EVERYTHING… it just goes on and on until one of you falls asleep

he never really lashes out on you, no matter how upset he is. before every reaction, his words and actions are carefully chosen and thought over.

he’s also very good at forgiveness. that’s not to say that you can treat him badly, but everyone makes mistakes and he knows that. he has this amazing ability to see things from different perspectives that allows him to forgive you when you slip up

overall, having yeosang as a boyfriend is a blast. he’s so sweet and attentive, and you never run out of things to talk about. and even if you did, he would just make something up to fill the silence! no matter what, you always feel so loved and appreciated with him by your side 🥰

[james-is-here]

Felix is looking extra precious and this is what I'm doing with my cuteness aggression. His hair looks so pretty, he looks so pretty and adorable and it's just killing me.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 who gave me the idea. @heartbinn

Tags: Nn means nickname, Mn calls Felix Pixie, Mentions of Chan and a dash of Seungmin, The shortest amount of sad/comfort, not hurt/comfort though, angst? Maybe if you squint idk. Clingy, Lovey Felix, Vaguely shown that Mn is taller, My love for Felix kinda got in the way so Felix may give off Tiny Precious Bean vibes. The fluffiest of fluff.

You nervously sat in the corner of the lobby. Even though he said you guys could've met up at a cafe, you were worried about fans seeing him. That's the only idol thing you've worried about, other than that he's still your Felix.

You were nervous because you felt really out of place in the JYPE lobby, not because you were nervous to see Felix. He's made sure to send you photos as he grew up away from you and with all the photos, the boy next door got cuter and cuter. He still had your favorite freckles and adorable face.

The recent photo solidified, as if it wasn't solidified already, how much you've grown to love the boy. You don't know when it happened but eventually you realized when he sent you a photo of the first time he dyed his hair. It was a photo of him laughing at something, he just looked so precious and happy and the moment you thought his freckles were cute, you honestly had a little bit of a crisis but that night when he called you to show his hair, looking so excited and happy, you realized the crisis was for nothing and you really did love Felix more than you thought.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and nail biting as you looked up. He wore a black beanie, a few hair strands framing his face, and a black mask you could tell he was smiling under. Your whole body relaxed as you stand up and pull the shorter male into your arms, his arms wrapped around your middle as yours around his shoulders. You were still taller than him, you've always loved how fun sized he was.

"Hi Mn!" "Hi Pixie." He giggles softly, nuzzling further into your chest before pulling back, arms still around you while he bounces and the balls of his feet. "I can't believe you're here!! You're actually here! Sorry, Can you tell I'm happy?" He smiles and you laugh. "Yes, I can. I'm glad to see you again, Felix." "Me too. Come on, I really want you to meet the boys." He grabbed your hand but you didn't budge. "Mn?" "I'm already nervous from being in this building alone, I don't know about meeting your group."

"Mn, I know you and you match all of them so perfectly it's crazy. Plus~ You know Chan-Hyung is also from Australia. He loves you." "How?" His face turns red as he laughs softly. "I-I may or may not tell him everything about you...You're my best friend, I wanted my other friends to know about you too." "That's sweet...Okay, let's go." He squeals happily and you follow behind him. "Oh, forgot to mention, Chan is actually in the car too." "Felix!" "I'm sorry!" He laughs and you can't help but smile at him.

Even though he said he wanted you to meet the others, he dragged you to his room once you got to his dorm. Chan was surprisingly really easy to converse with the whole car ride, might've been his natural friendly aura but his was so nice and the conversation flowed smoothly.

"What- Felix!" Chan yelled after the boy who just pulled you away. "Pixie, I thought you wanted me to meet the others?" You chuckle. "You will. I get my best friend first." He reasoned and you laugh as he pulls you into his room. He hugs you again, so tight as if he'll think you'll disappear from him. "Hey, you okay? Thought you were really excited to introduce me?" "I am. Just need a moment." "Oh okay."

Only a few seconds later, he started shaking and his hold on you got tighter. "Lix?" "I s-still can't believe I'm hugging you...th-that you're here..." He whispers before shifting, you barley see his face as his arms go around your neck and he's tightening his grip, you take the signal and tighten your own arms around his waist to pick him up and let his legs wrap around you. "Lixie?" "I-I wish we could be together forever." You knew he didn't mean it in the way you'd mean it but you smile nonetheless. "C-Can you...I wish y-you could stay h-here, now that y-you're here I don't w-want you to leave." "Aw, Pixie...I'm sorry."

He sniffs, pulling back to look at you. You were gonna put him down but could feel his legs were gonna collapse if you did when you moved your hands to hold him better. "Felix..." He was crying, moving one of his hands to wipe away the tears before he moved his legs and you sat him down. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, come here."

You move to his bed, sitting down and moving your legs enough for him to sit on the floor in front of you. He does as told and sits in front of you. You take off his beanie, putting it to the side before combing your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. He hums contentedly and leans against your knee, you smile down at him before speaking. "Can I wash your hair like when we were kids?" "Only if I can with you." "Of course. I can also braid your hair after too."

You guys move to the bathroom, Felix holding your hand as you follow and a few of the boys watch after. "Are they friends?" Chan slaps Seungmin's arm with a scolding look on his face. "They are..." "but?" "but when we talked in the car and he was telling a story about Felix...I think Mn sees him as more."

You're sat on the toilet and Felix is laying on your lap, head over the tub and running under the faucet. He's talking about any little thing that comes to his mind as he points at his products. You caught yourself when you had slowed down massaging the product through his blonde strands and just listened to him talk cause the temptation to lean down and kiss his forehead was almost too much.

When it was your turn, you laid across the toilet while Felix kneeled next to you, using his products on you. He told you to tell him what you've been doing but you just stared at him without realizing. You did speak but it was slow and you paused a lot, just watching him. You noticed that there was a dust of blush of his freckles but you took that as just being in a warm room.

You dried eachothers hair and you sat on the edge of the tub and began french braiding his hair, he almost fell asleep before you finished and switch spots with him. The braid was kinda sloppy and he didn't really like it so he took it out and put your hair in his usual updo.

You guys walked out, no one was in the living room anymore and he pulled you to the couch, putting on a movie you thought was random until you heard the familiar sound of the movie you and Felix would watch nonstop as kids.

He sat you on the couch before running off then coming back with a blanket and a couple snacks. "You really had tonight planned." "Well, kind of. The cafe plan I had fell through from other reason but I thought just bringing you here was a better idea."

He sat close to you, crossing his legs as the movie began and you lean back, feeling really happy being with Felix again as you let Felix cover you up with the blanket he brought in.

Half way through the movie, Felix leans on your shoulder and takes your hand into his, playing with your fingers while his attention was still on the movie. You took the opportunity and held his hand in yours and laid down, pulling him with you to lay with you. "I might cry if we get cozy cause you can only stay for one day and we can't stay this way." He says as he leans above you. "Then I'll hold you the whole time, trust me I've been trying not to cry since you first hugged me when we got here."

He smiles, laying on your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist and shoulders, hugging him tightly in return to him snuggling further into you, his hand resting on your heart and you hope he can't feel how fast it's beating.

You subconsciously rub his back, the movie taking your attention back and it's not until the happy ending that you notice Felix is asleep, not hearing his usual comment of how adorable he always thought the end of the movie was. The end credit song plays as your eyes take in his features.

You move your hand from his back and up to his face, moving a loose strand of hair to the side before your finger traces over his freckles, a barely there touch so you don't wake him up as you move again and you get so lost in your thoughts about Felix you don't realize your thumb lightly brushing over his bottom lip. "Shit, I love you so much, Pixie..." Your eyes stung as you pull him closer and rest your forehead on his. "I love you more than I realized. You're so adorable and pretty...I'd confess to you if I didn't have to leave tomorrow..." You press your lips lightly to his forehead.

"You're so cute, Pixie..." You wrap your arms around his tightly again, lips pressed to the top of his head as you hold back your tears before you're pulling back as Felix moves. He sits up, you take notice of his glassy eyes when he opens his eyes and a soft coo escapes your lips. "Lixie..." "Please don't leave..." "I wouldn't have anywhere to stay. Plus, I have a job." "It's a fast food place, Mn-ie...And you can stay here." "I couldn't do that to you and your group. I'd get in the way." He shakes his head defiantly. "You wouldn't. I s-swear, you'd be fine h-here." "Even if I stayed here in your room, What would I do? I don't know Korean or anything." "You can help Chan...He knows about your music skills." "That's...too much, Felix. I can't."

Felix suddenly leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss as a noise of shock leaves you before you kiss back. He pushes forward, the soft kiss turning firm, your left hand moves up to cradle his face as he tilts his head and slides his tongue on your bottom lip but before you could let him, he pulled back and laid back on top of you, crying into your shoulder. "I-I'm s-sorry. I-I heard you...I love you, too, Nn. I-I didn't want to c-confess e-either. Th-That's why I want you to stay...a-at least stay for me? Y-You w-won't be in th-the way, I promise, just...please..."

Your tears finally fall as a soft sob slips past your lips and Felix sits back up, kissing your lips before holding your face in his small hands that shake slightly as he wipes your tears. "I-I can stay, Pixie...I will, okay? You swear I won't be in the way?" "I swear to JYP." You can't help but laugh and lean into his hand. "That's big." "I have you after years of being apart, I don't even think I would let you go if you did leave."

"I would have to go back at some point. I only have a bag with a days worth of clothing." "As long as I go with. I really don't want to leave you." "Good, you have to explain to my parents why I'm moving." He laughs, kissing you again and sliding his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours for a moment and a small whimper slips out of him before he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. "Sorry..." He giggles shyly and all you do is laugh and wrap your arms around him, kissing his cheek before placing your hands on his thighs and sitting up, keeping him on your lap as you turn the tv off then standing up to take him to his room.

You lay him in his bed before falling on top of him. He laughs when you nuzzle into his neck and kiss his jaw, rolling over to move so he nuzzles into your neck instead, your arms squeezing him tightly as his wrap around your middle and he falls back asleep in your arms a little while later. You smile, kissing his forehead before you fell asleep as well.

The next day, Chan realizes he hadn't seen you all morning. It was noon and he hadn't seen Felix either. When he checked Felix's room, he saw you asleep and Felix laying on your chest, looking up at you with adoration as he gently traced your cheek then your bottom lip before lightly kissing your jaw.

Chan smiles, the thought of you having missed your flight gone from his mind as he pieces together that Felix must've told him he could stay. Knowing you, Chan does hope you two could have fun together cause he's aware of your music talents.

For now, he winks at Felix who finally notices him in the doorway before he leaves. Felix smiles into your chest and you subconsciously pull him even closer.

Felix didn't think it was possible, but he's even happier in this moment, in your arms, than he was when he debuted.

[envysparkler]

Trick or treat! Love your writing!

Roy fidgeted with his coffee, glancing at the barista, at the menu, outside the glass walls to the gloomy Gotham winter, at the cute, coffee-themed centerpieces on the table, and, in short, everything that wasn't Dick.

Dick smiled.

Roy flinched, even though he wasn't looking in Dick's direction, and Dick's smile grew teeth. He wrestled them away, because he wasn't actually trying to terrify his old friend. At least not yet.

Roy did not look appeased.

"So," he said finally, when he realized Dick wasn't going to break the silence. Dick was the one who'd run into him stumbling out of his little brother's apartment covered in hickeys, Dick was allowed to wait him out. "How--how have you been?"

"Fantastic," Dick answered, taking a sip of his latte. "What brings you to Gotham?"

Roy winced. For a moment, Dick wondered if he was going to stutter out an excuse and flee--but Arsenal was made of stronger stuff than that.

"I was working a case with Jason," Roy said evenly.

"'Working a case'," Dick repeated lightly. "Is that what the kids call it these days?"

Roy winced again. Subtle jab about the age difference, successful.

"Look, man, I know he's your little brother, but Jay can take care of himself! Also, this is totally discrimination, how come you're giving a shovel talk to me and not Kori?"

Dick did not raise his eyebrows though he very much wanted to. Roy and Kori? He didn't know whether to be offended or impressed. Even he hadn't had the balls to go for both of them at once.

"Who said this was a shovel talk?" Dick took another sip to hide his growing smile.

"You practically dragged me to this coffee shop for an interrogation--"

"I just wanted to catch up--"

"--and I don't care what you say, if Jason wants me to leave, he'll tell me, so I won't take any of your bullshit--"

"I literally didn't say anything--"

"--and I really like him, and Kori too, so I'm not giving them up for anyone or anything!" Roy ended on a defiant shout.

Dick studied him. His cheeks were red, but his eyes were determined. Dick knew just how stubborn Roy could be when he set his mind to something, and it seemed like the full force of his protection now rested on Jay.

Dick took another sip. "I'm happy for you," he said when he could open his mouth without laughing.

"I don't care--what?" Roy looked dumbfounded. "You what?"

"You're one of my oldest friends," Dick finally gave into the chuckle. "I'm thrilled that you're happy, and that Jason is too. And Kori." Roy narrowed his eyes. "I don't know why you thought this was a shovel talk."

Roy squinted suspiciously. "Because you Bats are the most overprotective fuckers on the planet."

Dick widened his eyes in his best approximation of an innocent look. Roy, after years on the Titans, was unfortunately immune.

"I know you're up to something," he growled.

"I'm just enjoying a coffee with an old friend, who I recently discovered is dating my little brother," Dick said serenely. "I have no ulterior motives here."

Roy hmphed.

Dick hid his smile again and leaned across the table, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Because when Batman finds out you've been working in his city and defiling his favorite, precious, innocent child..."

Roy went gray, face washing out underneath his freckles.

"...well, it was good to catch up while we could," Dick finishes his coffee and stands up. "Best of luck, Arsenal."

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite scully moments from s2

after the x-files are shut down, she gets moved to teach at the academy, and in episode 1 she does a little monologue on how a person’s body is a physical manifestation of a lifetime, which one of the students describes as “spooky”

when mulder sneaks off to puerto rico in the same episode, she goes into his place to try and figure where tf he went, and prevents his sneaking about being caught by the investigators who broke into his home with the power of feeding his fish

lecturing about the dangers of eating raw steak in episode 2, then getting lost down a rabbit hole of worm science

when no one was answering the door in episode 3, she just walks in. this made me laugh hysterically, i cannot explain. both of these guys WILL enter your home.

every single time she is a bit of a medical nerd, like when she learns about the surgery that allowed people to survive without sleep in episode 4, which she describes as “incredible”

(and the freckles + flower earrings combo were also a fave)

when she scans the piece of metal that came from duane barry in a grocery store in episode 6, and the cash register goes crazy. and she denies involvement and just walks away LMAOOO <- honestly i'd do the same!!

she wakes up from her coma in episode 8 and wants to write a thank you note to the nurse that took such good care of her, only to learn no such nurse ever existed. scully got to witness the paranormal for once!!!!

in episode 9, someone brings up a volcano scientist in conversation, and she says she had heard he was brilliant, which means that somehow she is keeping up with volcano news. she is a woman of many layers.

being deeply worried about this scared looking grad student she just met, and once again not waiting for an answer to enter her room and figure out if she is okay

(and when said grad student is being consumed by a fungus, scully thinks quickly enough to get herself locked behind a door, keeping herself safe, despite being handcuffed and otherwise looking death by fungus in the face)

in episode 11, mulder walks into his office, only to learn she has been there and has been going through his stuff since 6 in the morning. queen of getting results!

in the same episode, an old man overdoses on mushroom pills, and she shifts into Doctor Mode, yelling about “ventricular fibrillation” and “milligrams of lidocaine” and it was, like every other time she goes Doctor Mode, so deeply satisfying to watch

when she meets the two cops in episode 12, and can immediately tell they are having an affair and that the detective is pregnant, and despite the detective pleading with her not to tell a soul, the absolute MILLISECOND she is reunited with mulder, she spills the tea. and he is SHOCKED! <- arguably my favorite moment in the entire series so far

(and, to make the woman feel more comfortable, she confesses to also having had feelings for coworkers before which. elaborate on that, please)

but she really does care; when the detective ends up in the hospital, scully brings her a change of clothing <3

when she is so shaken by what she sees in episode 13 that she goes to the FBI’s onsite therapist; she’s too scared to tell mulder how she feels because “i don’t want him to feel like he has to protect me”

(as if there was ever going to be a choice; he is the protector and he Will protect, it's just his nature)

((and then later sobbing into his arms, realizing she doesn’t have to always put on a front))

toads start falling from the sky in episode 14, so she rationalizes that they likely came from a nearby tornado. this is a scully-approved theory.

they’re investigating a murder in the same episode, and a teenager starts pouring her absolutely horrific trauma out to both of them, scully holds her while she sobs into her jacket

honestly any time either of them know weird information, i love it. she says that it would take hours for a snake to eat a man and then weeks for it to digest in episode 14, and mulder makes some funny remark but it’s sooo endearing to me. she knows her snake facts.

then in episode 15, she notes poison in someone’s blood, but specifically that the poison comes from pufferfish eaten in Japan… girl i’m crying, she just knows stuff!

during that same case, they get rooms near each other like always, and she knocks on a door thinking it’s mulder’s. he doesn’t answer. she walks in and hears water running, so she just talks to him through the door to the bathroom. and i love this so much. i love that they are close enough to just walk into each other’s rooms and talk from behind the door while the other showers. it’s such married behavior.

working on the case in episode 16, we see her at home wearing a flannel, checking her computer, still serving looks but now giving casual

(and seeing the art she keeps on her walls- little postcards of beach scenes <3)

in the same episode, she knows mulder left to go get himself in trouble, so she bursts into skinner’s office to ask for help. but she feels bad for barging in on skinner, so she apologizes to him. which was very sweet.

when mulder is gone, she goes to his apartment to look for clues, and falls asleep on his couch

(and when X knocks on the door, she knows he is hiding something, and screams at him to tell her where he is)

this whole monologue from episode 17, which i loved more than life itself:

“several aspects of this case remain unexplained, suggesting the possibility of paranormal phenomena. but i am convinced that to accept such conclusions is to abandon all hope of understanding the scientific events behind them. many of the things i have seen have challenged my faith and my belief in an ordered universe, but this uncertainty has only strengthened my need to know, to understand, and to apply reason, to those things which seem to defy it”

(and that is just Her, isn't it? the need to understand, to rationalize. the worldview shaped on science- if she doesn't understand something, it's because a key piece is missing, and she'll find it. because the world Has to work that way, has to be bound by a greater logic, even if it is yet to be understood. to imagine otherwise would be impossible, to imagine otherwise would be to abandon hope in everything, and she cannot abandon hope)

((and maybe the idea that the world being something she cannot perfectly comprehend is a failing of her own understanding makes me a little emotional. but still))

she says that the whole loaves and fishes deal was a parable in episode 21; she is not a biblical literalist

(she then makes some sassy remark about things generating spontaneously, and mulder laughs in the corner. good to know he thinks she is funny)

every single time she answers the phone, she says “mulder, it’s me”, and idk i just think it’s so endearing

she thinks she might have been infected with a killer disease in episode 22, but mulder calls, so she tells him she’s okay and to take care of himself out there.... those are the last words she chooses, just in case they never talk again </3

and every time she says unsettling things, like “could be the residue of burnt human flesh” or “darkness covers a multitude of sins”, both in episode 23, i eat that up

reassuring her student who has just become a detective that she is doing just fine!!!

and then going to said student's funeral when things do not turn out fine... she loves her students that she taught for like 3 months so much :(

getting pulled aside by skinner and her bosses after mulder just acted wild in episode 25, and denying that she had seen any top secret files even though they say they will fire her if she lies lmaooo <- she is a ride or die!!!

but also going to his place, demanding assurance that she is doing the right thing by assisting him, and i love that. i love a character who will break all of the rules as long as they believe they are doing the thing that is morally Right, and that definition is so deeply her own, but she is committed to it, and she'll do anything to stick by it. and he just says something about getting the code that he wants broken, and despite how awful he's being, she goes through with it anyway because it's the Right thing to do.

later, her being the one to realize that mulder should not leave the house after his father was killed because he will be the prime suspect (he does not listen to this sound advice)

he stumbles into her place with a million degree fever, and she carefully lays him down in her own bed, despite the fact that he is soaked in his dead father's blood. and she takes care of him.

this one honestly deserves its own post because it is so incredible, but: shooting mulder with enough precision to get him to knock off his wild behavior that was going to make him look like he killed his dad, but not actually HURT him, then finding out krychek was putting LSD in his water, knocking him out, and driving 2 days to New Mexico to get him where he needed to be. AFTER he had been acting wild because he was inadvertently drugged, and had accused her of spying on him and being a traitor. that level of love is deep. very very deep. she is a Lover.

[moonybelgug]

warnings: !MDNI! fem!reader, he calls us princess a lot i was fighting the urge to delete all that, no nsfw, more fatui show up, pantalone is treated unfairly ,, wc: 2539 this is the second part to the little fic i wrote in 22… mostly posting here to archive it but i was very proud of myself at the time.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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The workday went by too slowly, and it didn't help that you couldn't focus on a single task. You found yourself repeatedly assaulting your bottom lip out of nervousness, a habit you developed at a young age. Your poor little lip has really been through it.

Finally, the alarm rang throughout the office, and like clockwork, your coworkers stood and began filing out while you began fiddling with the little toys you kept at your desk. There was one bobblehead you had that was your favorite. It was a character from a video game you played obsessively throughout your teenage years that you no longer had time for. Still, the presence of the little character brought great comfort, especially when feeling lonely.

You pushed the thoughts aside when you spotted a certain head of ginger hair approach you from behind in the reflection of your sleeping monitor. You turned around in your seat to find Ajax inches away with his hand held up as if he were about to try and scare you. You squinted at him.

"Ah, you're no fun," he pretended to pout. His face was extremely close to yours. Your eyes crossed as you tried to count the freckles on his nose.

"Hey!" he said, snapping his fingers. "You'll have plenty of time to stare later-" he stopped to appreciate how red your face quickly became. "Once we get back to my place." His lips stretched into his signature smirk as he offered you a hand to stand with. You wanted to push him away. Refuse his hand and claim yourself an independent woman, but once again, you fell for Ajax's charms, and you placed your smaller hand against his palm. Instead of pulling you up like you expected, he took your hand and turned it over, allowing him to trace his fingers against your wrist, sliding them underneath the sleeve of your shirt and gently tugging at the material.

"Ajax!" You pulled your hand away but not far enough that you broke contact. If you believed in magic, you'd think the man had the power of lightning by the way he sent jolts through your body with such a simple touch. You thought he must have felt it, too, because of the way he visibly shook. Little did you know it was just because of the way you said his name.

"We should get going, princess." With his hand still wrapped around your own, Ajax quickly tugged you up and led you to the elevators.

The ride to his apartment was filled with you trying to guess what dish he would be serving, which was really just you listing off any Snezhnayan word you happened to know.

"Alright, alright," the ginger waved his hand, urging you to stop coming up with new words that sounded vaguely Snezhnayan. "In all seriousness, I do have to warn you."

Your smile faltered at the sudden seriousness in his voice, and you nodded to show that you were paying attention.

"My roommate will be there tonight, which shouldn't be a problem as long as he stays in his room as promised." Ajax sighed and took one of your hands in his. "So if he doesn't keep his promise and makes you uncomfortable in any way, tell me. We'll change dinner plans, and I can cook for you another time."

You nodded your head slowly, suddenly back to your initial nervousness.

Ajax's apartment was bigger than you expected- much bigger than someone with his paycheck could afford. But you weren't going to question that. Not when he ushers you in so sweetly, taking off your jacket and telling you to get comfortable.

A chair is pushed against your knees until you stumbled backward, and you're forced to sit down.

"What are you doing?"

Ajax shoved a glass of wine into your hands. "You're gonna sit back and relax while I make you an amazing meal!"

You sipped your glass as elegantly as you could muster as he danced around the kitchen, throwing food items into a pot and stirring as he went.

"Do you want music?" He asked, turning around, wiping his hands on the apron draped around his body. Before you could answer, he was wandering into a different room, coming back with a handheld speaker. He handed you his phone with a smile and a wink. "You can pick the music, girlie."

With this newfound sense of power, you set the glass aside and searched through his saved music to get a feel for his taste. You quietly laughed when you saw a few songs that surprised you, such as ABBA's entire career for one. So, experimentally you played one of their songs. Dancing Queen, of course. Who could resist Dancing Queen? Definitely not Ajax.

As soon as the speaker picked up, his back went ridged. He threw you a smile that could only be described as adorable and began humming to himself. With a lid on the pot, Ajax turns around and directs his gaze at you, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You took a sip of your wine, batting your eyes playfully as he approached you and held out his hands.

You took his hands and stood up before he could tease you further. "What's this?"

Ajax answered by spinning you until you faced him again. He gracefully guided you around the kitchen; even if you didn't dance well, he left no room for you to interpret. Every move you made was directed and controlled by his strong arms.

Too quickly, the song was over, and you gripped his arms, ready to go again. But, before the next song could begin playing, you were joined by who you could only assume was his roommate. He was not at all as intimidating as you pictured him. He was short. His face was round, and his hair framed his face making him appear more like a child than someone old enough to move out. That was until your eyes met, and the look he gave you was cold enough to send chills down your spine.

"Dude, what's the deal?" Ajax asked as he turned the music down.

"I was hungry." Said his roommate, who pushed between the two of you to reach for some cereal on a low shelf.

"You didn't think to eat before I invited her over?"

"Oops."

Ajax ran his fingers through his hair and waved his hand as he introduced the two of you.

"It's nice to meet you, Kunikuzushi." You were lying. He made you uncomfortable as he watched you through heavy eyes while pouring the dry cereal.

The boy huffed at you in reply, then turned to face Ajax. "So this is who you've been blowing your allowance on?"

Ajax's face went red, and in an instant, he was ushering his roommate out of the kitchen before he could even pour his milk.

When he returned, you approached him, smoothing the fabric of his shirt to try to calm him down. "What was that about an allowance?" You asked quietly, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Ajax only smiled sheepishly as his arms encircled your torso. "No need to worry about that. He's just trying to embarrass me. That's all."

That night he took you home. The meal he made for you was new and unlike anything else you've ever had. It was a fantastic dinner paired with who you were sharing it. Especially since Kunikuzushi didn't show after his first appearance.

"I think since you got to see my place tonight, I should get to see yours," Ajax stated as he trailed after you, his hand wrapped around your own.

"It's not much," your keys jingled as you unlocked the door to your apartment. You swung it open and led your friend inside, tossing your bag onto the nearest surface.

Ajax kicked the door closed and looked around with curious eyes. His attention was first drawn to the fish tank illuminated by the window that overlooked the city streets. It held a few tetras that you bought to feel a little less lonely.

"Do they have names?"

"Of course."

After telling him their names, his focus shifted to your tv and gaming console, then to the state of your kitchen (it hardly had any food in it, much to his disappointment), and that was when he turned to you with a familiar mischievous grin.

"Do I get a bedroom tour?"

You knew it was coming, and yet, it still embarrassed you. "No, you don't, and now that I've thought about I think you should get home!"

Ajax laughed as you began pushing him out the door, and he followed along until he reached it.

"You do have a nice place, in all seriousness."

"As if." Your apartment somehow felt tinier than ever before after being in Ajax's. The only redeeming element was that you had a view of the road and were on a less populated floor.

"You're right," he laughed. "It's still not good enough for a princess."

You pushed him out of your apartment before he could embarrass you anymore. Due to your size difference, he could have easily turned the tables on you. He thought about how easy it would be to pick you up just to fluster you more. He was lost in his self-indulgent thoughts when he saw something from the corner of his eye.

You finally got him mostly out of your apartment when Ajax went utterly rigid. You gave him a test push and found that he didn't budge an inch. You realized that he was totally letting you bully him out, but you also saw who he was looking at. Your neighbor.

"You two are up late, aren't you?" Pantalone stated as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

"Don't worry!" You said. "My friend was just leaving."

"Ajax, how are you doing?" Your neighbor asked.

You blinked in confusion. Did he just call...?

"Ajax?" You asked, looking up at the man you still had your hands on. Ajax looked at the man before you with a tight jaw and eyes as cold as the land he hailed from.

"Yeah, actually, it's really late. Do you think I could stay over?" Ajax replied without breaking eye contact with Pantalone.

Your neighbor huffed amusedly and walked into his apartment. "Try not to be so loud, you kids."

You flushed red, but before you could ask any more questions, Ajax pushed you back inside, shutting and locking the door behind the two of you. "How long has he lived there?"

"What do you mean- I don't understand."

He turned around and held you by your shoulders, making you feel oh so small. "How long has he lived next to you?"

"Ajax," you said with a shakey voice. "You're scaring me."

He immediately let you go, the tension in the air shifting to a more awkward than frantic feeling. You took him by the hand and carefully led him to sit on the couch.

"He hasn't been living there for very long. Probably about two months- how do you two know each other?"

Ajax rubbed his face with the hand you weren't holding and rubbing soothing circles into it. His eyebrows were knit in frustration as he seemingly lost an internal debate.

"I wanted to keep you away from this side of my life, but it appears I can't have that."

"Just tell me, Ajax, it can't be that bad."

He looked up at you with worry in his eyes. "I'm in a gang."

"That's.. not so bad."

"The Fatui."

"Oh."

You suddenly became aware of how close the two of you were. The first question that ran through your mind was why he was working an office job. The second was if he had killed anyone before. The Fatui was a well-known crime organization run by an unknown person who left her mark as "The Tsaritsa." They gave Sneznayans a bad name, and innocent people from that region were often accused of being a part of the Fatui.

The Fatui were so irrelevant to your life that you'd never blinked an eye when Ajax told you about his homeland or family. You'd never seriously given it any thought, not knowing where you were from anyways. It was just something in passing that you saw on the news or on the streets. Still, it does make sense now that you're thinking about it. The mysterious source of neverending money, his lavish apartment, the warnings when you meet his friends. It explained everything.

This man who sat before you, watching you think with wary blue eyes, had probably hurt so many people, probably killed people. But the hand you held in your own was vulnerable and sweaty, and it belonged to Ajax. And Ajax was the first person to ever give you a chance to be known by someone. He was your first and only best friend- whether or not he was in the Fatui. It wasn't like you were a cop or anything, and you've never been a super goody-two-shoes. Maybe that's why when he told you this, you decided to keep him around pretty quickly.

Your hand squeezed his, and the worry on his face softened. "It's ok, Ajax. I can't say that doesn't explain a lot, though." You laughed.

He let out a breath and instinctively leaned toward you, resting his forehead on your shoulder as you continued to play with his hands. "So what does this have to do with Regrator?"

Ajax groaned and slumped into you even more. "I think they sent him to watch you because you're close to me. I guess if I ever "get out of line," they can use you to straighten me out."

A chill ran down your spine at the thought. The newspapers had detailed descriptions of what the Fatui did to those who stood in its way, and you certainly didn't want to end up like them. Ajax pulled his head up and looked at you, his serious tone appearing suddenly. "I'd never let them hurt you. Ok?"

You nodded your head and leaned back into him. He welcomed you. "It's late." He said.

Nodding again, fatigue finally hit you as he wrapped his arms around you and gently lifted you up. With eyes struggling to stay open, Ajax wandered into your bedroom and placed you on your bed. He pulled your shoes off and tucked you in. "I'll be in the living room, alright?"

You whined and reached for him, hands finding purchase in the hem of his shirt. "Staaay."

His hands caught your wrists and moved to capture your palms, and he chuckled. "Alright, alright." He made his way to the other side and kicked off his shoes, laying next to you on top of the covers. You turned onto your side and watched him through heavy hanging eyelids. His fingers brushed your hair out of your eyes, and you sighed.

"You're a good friend, Ajax."

"I think we're past the friend title, princess."

He embarrassed you, even in your tired state, but you fell asleep with your cheek in his palm, feeling safer than ever.

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

A flicker of a smile peeked through her lips when he mentioned himself knowing her, the warmth coming even when he seemingly only used his words. "I'm glad you do, Hiccup."

Being a little comforted by the fact Ruffnut did back off after, Freya hadn't fully registered what he said about Arvid until he completely finished, blinking at her boyfriend in a bewildered expression. "Wait…you're telling me that guy wanted to dance with me..?" She scoffed, waving one of her hands in the air as if shooing something away, "Maybe him and Ruffnut should've tried dancing together instead..!"

She dramatically gasped when he gave a subtle 'threat' concerning the other viking, although the amused smirk she had on went against her 'protest'. "Hiccup! You wouldn't dare..!" Resisting the urge to quickly peck his cheek, she felt pleased that the future Chief showed he had the same inclinations towards the whole situation, even if she assumed he wouldn't actually hurt Arvid. Probably.

Acknowledging that he mentioned next year, another smile made itself visible on her lips, snorting quietly to herself before answering: "I think Gobber will outshine both of us..!"

Her eyes landed on the flowers he laid out on the table, lightly touching the intertwined black tresses to discover that he hadn't even messed up her braid either. "Yeah…I usually don't like keeping my entire hair in a braid anyways…but, thank you for helping, again."

Chuckling alongside him, Freya shook her head while poking his shoulder. "Hey, you still got it!" Her hand reached for his, gaze enveloped in affection. "Also, off topic, but I really enjoy hearing you laugh. You should do it more often." She added the last part in a playful manner, although she meant it.

"Nope…maybe we should pick a day where I finally count them all." She jested, simultaneously attempting to finish marking the rest of his freckles as he looked away.

It felt..nice talking everything out, despite Freya not used to always voicing her concerns about..mostly anything. Normally, she'd keep it to herself and wait until it didn't bother her as much, but this was different. And she was grateful for that. "I appreciate you, you know."

Melting into his touch, her eyes calmly shut as he kissed her, yet another smile forming at his response. "Thank you…I was just..nervous, I guess, to speak on things like that.."

She tried to contain her excitement once the winning question came, scooting closer almost immediately as she inspected his braid. "Yup, sounds good. Sure." Thankfully, Ayla's tie still remained strong enough to reuse, much to her relief.

Freya carefully held the small plait in one hand, her other one gently untying the lace from the auburn strands before undoing the braid. Not realizing how enthusiastic she appeared by the simple action, her voice was quiet as she spoke. "Thank you for letting me do this.. I've probably said that a hundred times already but I don't know what else to say.."

Brushing through the piece of hair with her finger, she made sure it wasn't tangled or ruffled in any way before attentively interweaving it. "Even though I don't like waking up very early… I'll see if I can at least get out of here more..promptly tomorrow." It was her favorite holiday after all, so she strived not to sleep in.

Sparing a short glance at the future Chief, she felt content, even if the braid was already close to being finished. "I'm happy I get to spend this Snoggletog with you, Hiccup. It's way easier to do that than trying to avoid you all day.." She chuckled, wrapping the tie around the intertwined locks as she shifted back to examine her completed work.

"There. Done!" Freya proudly lifted her chin, placing her hands on her hips. "Pretty good, if I do say so myself.." Remembering what happened a while ago with them both, she suddenly ruffled the top of his hair. "I hadn't said this yet, but your hair is very soft."

Realizing they still had the face paint on, she stood while stretching her arms. "Well… If I wanna get up on time tomorrow, I should probably..get to bed now… Clean this paint off.." She was a bit reluctant to be the one who brought the reminder that they eventually had to leave each other's company, but it had to be done.

Nodding to confirm, he replied, "If I hadn't gotten to you when I did, he was going to move in." At her comment, he couldn't help but laugh. "Ruffnut and Arvid? I think she'd sooner punch him than dance with him! Then Tuffnut would punch him too, just to not feel left out..." The mental image of it made him laugh a little more, shaking his head at the thought.

Grinning, his voice made him sound more serious than he actually was. "I would! Can't have him thinking he could just, move in on you like that now, can I? No, I think that Toothless and I should pay him a little visit, give him a little taste of just who he's dealing with..." Attempting to suppress a smirk, he arched a brow, nodding with as much seriousness as he could muster.

Laughing, he dropped the facade, running a hand through his hair. "No, no, I--I probably wouldn't, unless he continues the way he was going tonight." The way Arvid glared at Hiccup didn't get past the future chief, and that anger could someday rear its ugly head...with himself or Freya as the target.

Finding her snorting to be kind of cute, he smiled warmly at her and answered, "Gobber outshines all of us, every year!" Laughing lightly, he added, "If I'm dancing with you, I may not even notice Gobber's moves next year..."

Giving a small nod, he said, "Anytime. I'm here for you, no matter what you need." Cheesy? Probably. But, she did say he was the only one who could get away with it...

Turning to face her, he was still laughing, "Got what? Limbs?" Holding up his arms and sticking out his right leg, he jokingly said, "Ah, yes! Three out of four! Not too bad, hey?" Still smiling, he tilted his head. "Yeah? Thanks, I uh, I like yours, too!"

Playing along, he nodded. "Sure! But," he held up a finger, "but, I wouldn't know what to do with you staring at me like that. I'm afraid the only option is for you to count them while I sleep," he spoke casually, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "otherwise, you might not get me to sit still long enough!"

The laughter having died down, he laced his fingers between hers, sitting closer. "I know. And...you oughta know that I appreciate you too. More than I can ever say."

Shaking his head, he gently brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Don't be. If we want this to work, you need to know that if anything is bothering you, I want you to tell me, and I'll do the same with you."

He couldn't help it, he chuckled lightly at her restrained excitement when she heard his request. It made him suspect that she was hoping he'd say that all along.

Tilting his head to give her better access to the braid, he was still smiling as she removed the tie. "Yeah, of course. It's not exactly easy for me to fix it myself, given the length and angle."

Keeping his head still, his eyes darted over to her. He too was glad she was no longer avoiding him. Now that they were so close, he couldn't imagine what things would be like if she distanced herself again, or they never got trapped in that cave. "Me too. You know, I was thinking..." He paused before continuing, "I was wondering, do you think we could meet in the cove for a bit tomorrow? Just the two of us? A-and our dragons, of course..."

He squeezed his eyes shut, suppressing a grin when she ruffled his hair. Once she finished, he reached up to smooth his unruly locks, "I guess it is kinda soft. Not sure what I did to get it that way, but I'm glad you enjoy it, all the same!"

His expression fell a bit, realizing they'd have to say goodbye soon, even if it was only for the night. Reaching up to touch the paint on his cheek, he said, "Right, I uh, I forgot about that..." Standing up as well, he pushed his chair back in.

"Why don't we help each other get the paint off, before I head home?"

[ginax0916]

𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝟗𝟎𝟎 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

Anakin's POV:

The stars have always fascinated me. Any chance I get I just look up admire the night sky. I like looking for patterns or any constellations. My personal favorite are shooting stars. They remind me of my mother, she would study about them and whenever she could she'd go out and stare at the sky looking for one for hours. She used to tell me to always make a wish when I see one.

I'm laying down in the temple courtyards, the soft grass under me making me comfortable. I can hear the sound of the trees dancing with the wind and a few owls in the distance. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even sense y/n coming up behind me until she sat next to me.

"Hey" she smiled at me.

"Hi" I replied as I sat up.

"What are you doing out here so late?" She asked.

"I'm looking at the stars" I quietly said as I looked away from her slightly embarrassed.

"Can I look at stars with you?" Y/n asked while moving closer to me, our bodies so close they're touching now.

"Oh uh yea sure" I stuttered surprised the fact she would even wanna do that. She's always focused on training and studying never thought she would wanna look at stars with me.

After a while she rested her head on my shoulder causing me to tense up. I couldn't help but look down at her. She's so beautiful. Her e/c eyes shimmering with the light from the moon, every little freckle on her face complementing her so well, plump pink lips that look so kissable, and those rosy puffy cheeks. Everything about her is beautiful.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She giggled, her head still on my shoulder but her pretty doe eyes looking up at me.

"No reason" I smiled and looked back up at the sky.

"Sure" She giggled again sweetly.

"Do you come and look at the stars a lot?" Y/n asked while taking one of my hands and playing with my fingers.

"Only when I'm feeling very stressed or overwhelmed" I replied while looking at how her tiny fingers traced over my palm, slightly smiling at the action.

She hummed in response and went back to staring at the night sky.

"It's so beautiful" y/n said breaking the silence.

"You're so beautiful" I replied looking at her.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked embarrassed, her cheeks all red.

"Of course I do y/n" I slightly laughed pulling her closer to me.

"W-what do you think is beautiful about me?" She stuttered looking down at the ground all flustered.

"Everything. The way your smile lights up any room you walk in, the way your eyes shine with the sunlight, the way your cheeks get all pink when you’re nervous, the way your voice is soft and delicate. Everything y/n” I answered back.

I could see a smile creeping up on her lips and her eyes slightly widened at my words. She leaned closer and closer to me. Is she going to kiss me? Do I kiss her first. I don’t know what the fuck to do.

And then she did it. She kissed me.

Y/N POV:

I did it. I kissed him. I kissed Anakin Skywalker the chosen one.

No words can describe the amount of butterflies in my stomach. The adrenaline in my body pumping through my blood.

As I started to pull away preparing myself to apologize to him, he caught my lips again. This time it was with more passion. His gloved hand made its way to my waist and he pulled me on his lap so I was now straddling him. My arms snaked their way around his neck and played with the soft golden curls. Anakins other hand found it’s way to my hair and he tangled his fingers in it.

The kiss intensified as his tongue licked my lips like it was asking for permission to be let it. I parted my lips and our tongues fought for dominance. Our lips crashing against each other, no doubt all swollen up by now.

We both pulled away once we needed to breath. Our foreheads still pressed against each other. The wind blowing behind us and the light coming from the moon lit up the fields.

Once I looked back up at Anakin, he was already looking at me smiling. Both his large hands rubbing my sides.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for you don’t even know how long y/n” Anakin spoke up.

“Me too Ani” I softly said back.

He kissed my cheek in response and I hid my face in the crook of his neck getting comfortable in his embrace as I felt his arms wrap around my waist keeping me close.

“I think you’re so beautiful too” I quietly mumbled not even sure if he could hear me.

But the feeling of him kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back definitely meant he heard it.

And just like that we fell asleep in each others arms in the courtyards of the Jedi temple.

☆☆☆☆

A/N:

This one’s short too but hope you enjoyed :) Lmk if any of you have requests I literally have no ideas rn

[sonorousabyss]

Yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhh a Star Wars mlm pairing?

I’m a Taurus and I’m a demiromantic bisexual man. And I’m an INTP.

I’m 5’5 but always wear boots to make me taller. I have short fluffy black hair that always falls in my face. I’ve never gotten a straight answer for what my eye color is but a lot of people have said they look yellow and I take that as a compliment (and not a sign of liver failure). I have random freckles, moles, and lots of scars on my hands specifically because i tend to be a little reckless with using my bare hands. I also have an RBF. My voice is on the deeper side and usually stays monotone. When I’m real passionate my southern accent does come out though.

I usually have a punk style but it can tend to fade into flannel and old jeans when I’m feeling lazier. I listen to music religiously and all the time, I listen to basically any music. I don’t have a favorite color but I primarily wear black or duller colors.

I have anxiety but that just makes me quiet and look mean. I am always down to fight someone but I will try to be reasonable first. I’m pretty sarcastic and my humor can be either harsh or really stupid. I think Deadpool is hilarious if that tells you anything abt my humor. I love horror and costume making. I also love technology, art, nature, and space. I draw a lot and play electric guitar. I also love filmmaking/editing and writing. I’ve been told I don’t show enough emotion or I have a lack of empathy but I think it’s just my RBF and that I process things slowly. Most of my friends refer to me as the “fucked up cool uncle” bcc I’m really chill.

Sorry if this is rlly long! I threw in whatever you might need! Ty too man ur work is great

AN: No worries! In fact, this was more than plenty! Hope you enjoy the Rex matchup.

Mildly intimidating, quiet, but with a messed up sense of humor? You're absolutely one of the 501st's favorites to work with once you get to know each other.

When you met Rex, the relationship would have been strictly professional- at least in the field, considering that both of you had a rather professional disposition, and were fairly task-oriented.

Your yellowed eyes would have rung alarm bells, at first. Especially if you were a force user; just about every Sith apprentice or lord they went against while serving in the 501st was yellow-eyed, but that wariness would have been quickly dissuaded with some basic explanations and practical experience with him side-by-side on the battlefield.

Despite any initial wariness or concern, your presence wouldn't have halted their banter with each other in the slightest; Rex and his boys have had a long-lasting relationship full of chaos, a true brotherhood. Anyone who thinks that they'd stop messing with each other whenever they could get a jab in just because someone who comes off stiff is in the vicinity is deluded.

He and the boys in white may have toned it down at the start, sure, keeping it to when you weren't around, but they wouldn't have cut it off entirely. Something would slip around you now and again, usually when things were a tad more lax, and the boys weren't actively engaged in combat.

This became progressively more true the longer you got to know they boys, and the more they got a feel for your personality.

Then one day, someone cracked a joke while you were around Rex to test the waters, and you jumped in without hesitation. That's what sold it for them.

The second they knew you would play along, it was full-send. They messed with you just as much as you did them, and it was great.

Rex and the rest of the 501st would gradually begin to clue you in on their banter, seeing if you'd bite, and getting a kick out of it when you were the first to initiate.

Given your 'fucked up cool uncle' demeanor, odds are you'd have ended up reeling in the boys a bit at times without being asked, while still being cool about it, and Rex would have appreciated the help. Especially since he's a captain for a large part of the war. Being able to be more casual with his brothers and not have to be on their tails was nice.

The man needed the help. Believe me.

Regarding your appearance, Rex would have been largely curious about your scarred hands, ever since he first met you- much like the rest of the 501st- but he would have staved off asking about them until you got closer.

When he does finally cave to the curiosity, he would have been extremely respectful about how he asked. He and his brothers got scars all the time, some small some large, and not all of them had pleasant memories after all.

The face he made when he found out that it was just because you were positively reckless when doing menial tasks and such with your hands was palpable, and priceless.

He never looked at you handling a blaster the same. Any time you mishandle one on or off the field you're in for a concerned, yet playful lecture. That lecture would get progressively more brash depending on how stupid what you were doing was- and force forbid you injured yourself.

Have no doubts that Rex will be the one to bandage your hands if/when Jessie isn't around, even if being the medic isn't his thing.

That said, speaking of being on the field? Nothing was going to stop Rex and you from having an ongoing contest every time you were deployed together.

Clanker counts are an absolute must, and you best bet he's stolen a kill from you and flashed you a positively vile smirk before resuming his work.

Heaven forbid you steal one of his kills. The first time you did, his expression of mock offense was picture-worthy.

It gets so competitive that you both start making bets, like 'loser has to buy the other a drink back at 79's' or 'loser has to clean the barracks'. Silly stuff like that.

Eventually, some of the boys get on it too, betting credits and spare rations amongst themselves on who they think is going to get the highest kill count of the both of you.

Some of the boys make it a mission to compete with you all, beyond the betting, in an attempt to win this cheeky little game of yours. One can imagine exactly how that goes.

Capture the blasters. Enough said.

In terms of other things that one can catch the Captain red-handed in? There's a few.

Rex finds a great deal of amusement in making you get worked up/excited over little things, with the sole intent of having your southern twang come out because he finds it cute.

Furthermore, he finds your style rather intriguing and thinks that the general punk aesthetic suits you, even if it's not something he'd usually go for, given that he's so used to the uniform regulations he and the clones generally have to conform to.

He finds extra amusement in the boots you wear and doesn't miss the opportunity to make a playful jab at how they made you look taller. And how short you are without them.

Has tried to convince you to wear more blue in your punk attire strictly because it'd match his and the boy's paint of the 501st, when you're out and about.

Rex secretly enjoys looming about whenever you're engaging in any of your creative hobbies, just to see what you're doing. Mostly so he can give you shit for it, affectionately.

Sometimes he'll tease or make quips about it. If it's anything involving knives, needles, etc- you know he's about because he doesn't want you to add to your scar collection.

Double-checks that you understood the information he gives you properly, because knowing damn well that you process things slowly sometimes. Sometimes triple if safety is concerned.

He's your menace.

At least you know the menace is mutual.

AN: I'll be honest, I forgot how long this was sitting here waiting for editing while I had all my drafts up, but I'm glad I got to finish it- even if it was on the shorter side. Sorry for the delay.

As always, May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep. For those of you who are new around here? I take requests. You can find my general rules here. For Matchups specifically? You can find those rules here.

[aromanticannibal]

amateur art advice from an amateur artist.

disclaimer. this isn't for people who want to make art their jobs (some of the advice may be useful to you, but some will very much not be). keep that in mind.

1. it's okay if you're not good. seriously. what matters is that you're creating and having fun (and if you're not having fun, perhaps there's something wrong).

good is subjective. when I was 13 and I drew big pretty anime eyes for the first time, I was super happy! and for me, it looked good. and it still looks good for someone out there, just like how people tell you how good your art looks when you think it's mediocre. it's not. your art is good, because you made it. Its true quality does not matter until you need it to for work. You're still learning, be good to yourself.

2. you've heard the PRACTICE advice from everyone ever, so I'll go with something different : try new stuff.

for all the summer holidays of 2021, I didnt draw at all, only doodled silly cats because yknow. mental illness. when I drew again, I tried drawing a full body pose, which I never succeeded in doing before. and I did it! obviously it wasn't perfect, but it was the best ive ever done. and now im pretty okay with drawing poses!

so try new stuff. try to draw busts from another angle, try to draw profiles. draw noses, draw combat poses, draw folds and old people and fat people and black people because i know most of the starting artists start with one type of character and stick to it (for me, it was front facing busts of skinny white girls with straight hair and no nose).

this also counts for objects, and animals, try to draw them (and try to draw people if you've only ever drawn animals or objects)

and again, it does not matter if it doesn't look good at first. don't get discouraged. your favorite artists have something they struggle with, the most famous and respected artists have struggled with some things and probably still disliked some parts of their work at their peak.

3. look at people. try to draw who you see. if you don't get out much or are scared to draw people when they're with you, then draw from photographs you have, or references (im begging new artists to look at references of actual human people. I'm on my knees. references are important, study what you see).

study your own face! when you take selfies or when you put on makeup or even just when you see your reflection - if you can, look at your face, the shape of your eyes, your nose, your lips, your face. I rediscovered this year that I actually have freckles and realized I have more of them on one side than the other. I realized my face is actually pretty androgynous and I have a soft square jaw. look at people. look at yourself, look at everything around you.

4. learn and try the tips other artists give you. once someone said that to draw both eyes the same way, you had to draw them at the same time, step by step, instead of doing one then the other. and it works! for me at least. don't be afraid to try stuff. you don't even have to keep doing it if you don't like how it looks or doesn't fit with your style, that's fine! just try to do things for a while, and if in the end it doesn't work out, you at least know this is a thing that exists and you know it doesn't work for you. knowledge is useful.

5. STOP. BEING. SO. HARD. ON. YOURSELF.

no one cares there's 10 years old kids who can draw better than you. no one cares you're starting at 30 years old, or 40, 50, any age that isn't teenagehood. and if there's people who care, they should not. you should draw because you want to. if drawing isn't making you happy, then stop, or try something else. if you are able, take art classes! do whatever makes you happy and stop thinking what you're doing is cringe, or bad, or ugly. it does not matter. what matters is if you're having fun or not. how "cringe" or "basic" it is does not matter.

I hope you keep loving art and I hope you keep doing art because there are people who want to see it. even if you think it's mediocre, even if it really is, even if you're a beginner. I hope you never stop doing art because you think it's never going to amount to anything.

good luck doing art, and have fun!

[trinrose3]

Don't Judge me a on the writing I wrote 1356 words in like an hour and a half at 1/2 am, but I wrote a little something to go along with this since I couldn't get their introduction to each other out of my head :}

James sighed as he walked down the hall, cane clicking in rhythm with the squeak of his shoes. Today was like any other day; absolute total chaos. Then again that is to be expected when you work in the pediatric wing of a hospital. Looking down at the paper on his clipboard he took note of the next patient and their room location. 

Jane Doe. Room 307.

He would say that it was peculiar to get a child or few who either refused to give up their name or pretended to not remember, or well, actually not remember, but that would be a lie. Children or teens would often try to get away from their home life or avoid being brought back into it. Not that he can blame them; he himself had found his own little way to escape both his family and the foster system when he was younger. Lucky him.

 He felt a headache coming on.

He paused outside of the doorway to the next room. Taking a deep breath in, James prepared his face with a smile; a warm up for the bedside manner he prides himself on. He could hear chatter from behind the door; considering it wasn’t shouting, he took it as a good sign.

James opened the door, a greeting on his tongue at the ready, only to be interrupted by a girl with an unfortunately, and painfully, familiar accent.

“—I’m saying is I think it’s a little obvious as to where I’m from,” said a gravelly, Bostonian accented-voice from behind the stark blue curtains, “ and no, for the third time I ain’t telling you my fuckin’ name.”

“Well someone seems quite chipper,” James chimed in as he pushed the curtain back.

“Oh great, another person to come poke and prod me.” The girl answered sarcastically. 

“Well, you certainly seem to be caught up on the situation then.” He retorted.

“I have a knack for the obvious.” She quipped back.

“Something many people seem to lack.” He bounced back.

The girl scoffed as a lousy attempt to hide her smile, “You can say that again.”

“Now, what brings you here?” James said, taking a seat in one of the nearby stools; his leg seemed to be bothering him quite a lot today, he was glad for the seat.

Jane Doe quirked up an eyebrow and sluggishly gestured with her hand, “Isn’t that what that chart is for? I fainted on the sidewalk cause I was hungry.”

“That is what that chart is for, but I meant more so in the general area; I’m not that incompetent at my job you know.” James jested. 

“Could have fooled me.” Replied the nurse who had been quietly setting up an IV.

Swiveling in his chair, he feigned a look of hurt, “Here I was, thinking I was your favorite doctor to work with.”

“You’ll live.” 

“You wound me.”

“Good thing you’re a doctor in a hospital then.”

“I suppose so.” James said, turning his attention back to his patient who seemed to be sporting a look of disgust, boredom, and disbelief, “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to let me go.” Said the girl, freckles almost blending in with the angry red of her face.

“I will once we get your guardian to sign—”

“NO!” She panicked, brown eyes growing wide. “I mean…they don’t…know I’m here; I doubt they’ve even noticed I left.”

She sighed bringing her knees up to her chest, “The only reason I’m here is because I’m looking for someone. I was hoping to have found them by now but..I guess I miscalculated the amount of money I needed and ended up being short a good few bucks.”

“Does this person have any legal guardianship over you?”

“No, but—”

“Do they have the contact information of anyone who is—”

“Can you drop the whole legal guardian thing for a minute?” She snapped.

James raised his hands up as a yield.

Rolling her eyes she sighed,”The whole reason I’m out here is so I can get away from them. They’re shitheads to say the least; not that I think you would understand.” Her shoulders sagged, “Maybe you can help me look for them? Get them to sign my release papers? Something? Anything but them and anything but that stupid ass CPS; they don’t do shit.”

James took a glance at the nurse as she shrugged her shoulders in refusal to play angel or devil on his shoulders; it was no secret that he had a soft spot for those who had a..familiar family situation to him growing up. After all, it was one of the main reasons why he wanted to become a doctor in the first place. 

He sighed, “Alright fine, who is it that you’re looking for exactly?”

The girl seemed a bit shocked, suspicious even, as she opened and closed her mouth and darted her eyes around the room.

“My older brother,” She stammered out, “I only really know that he might be in this area…”

He gave her a dry stare.

“I mean I know his name and shit,” She quickly added, “Just not his exact location.”

He grabbed a pen off of his coat pocket, “Can you give me this brother’s name? Or must I refer to him as John Doe as well,”

She gave a sarcastic laugh, “Funny.”

James clicked his pen.

“His name is James.”

He paused, forcing his body to not tighten at the sound of his own name.

James swallowed a lump in his throat,”Does this..James have a last name?”

‘It’s definitely not Doe,” She joked, giving a half smile, only for it to fade as she took note of the doctor's suddenly serious expression.

“His last name is Jackson. He should be like…in his thirties or something by now? Don’t really know much other than he was some big nerd as a kid and practically speed-ran the education system or whatever.”

James felt like he was gonna vomit. 

That was his name. Was this a sick joke? Some cruel prank? Did his parents send her? Did he get caught? Was he in danger? Was Amelia in danger? Oh god was his daughter in danger?

He didn’t notice the look of shock on the nurse’s face, or the confusion on the girls, or the look of concern on the other doctors, nurses, and even visitors as he rushed past them. He didn’t notice his slamming of the doors, the pain shooting through his body, tightness in his chest, or the pools of tears in his eyes.

He slammed the door to the Doctor’s Lounge, not even paying attention to the heads spinning to look in his direction as he slowly slid to the floor.

James just sat there; Catatonic. 

For how long? He was unsure. 

What day was it? What year was it?

Why did he feel so small?

Why did everything feel so loud?

Why did he want to cry? 

He could barely make out any of the blurry faces or their words or the feeling of a heavy blanket now being carefully, oh so carefully, draped over his shoulders. 

How…embarrassing, was the first thing he could think of as he slowly came to. He hated how that was his first thought. It wasn’t uncommon for a doctor to break at least once in a while, he’s seen and even helped a few of his co-workers through their own. But him? He wasn’t one who liked to be so openly vulnerable with others.

 A few doctors and even the nurse from earlier stayed nearby, unsure of what to do, almost too afraid to approach.

The lump in his throat was back, and so was the headache. 

Who the fuck was that girl? He wanted to deny any relation to her, mainly out of fear but…The soft brown of her eyes, the sharp angle of her jaw, her triangular nose, were all too familiar to him. He had seen those features on his own face; his parents’ faces. 

There was no denying it; Jane Doe was Jane(or whatever her first name was) Jackson. 

“Fuck.”

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Her Husband

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: Robin's a nervous person, everyone knows that. First dates are also a nerve-wracking ordeal for everyone, but more so for her. Warnings: Mentions of period typical homophobia Word Count: 782 Ship(s): Steve Harrington&/Robin Buckley

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A/N: So this is the first half of a two-part (or maybe more if I decide there's a need for it) series and it may not make a ton of sense alone. I hope that you all enjoy this part and are prepared for the next one! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Robin shifted uncomfortably on her chair. This was probably her least favorite part of having a first date with a new romantic interest. She had done it over a dozen times at this point,a ll the way through college and even into her adult career. She thought that it would get easier after a little while but it almost seemed like the world was specifically against her to make her just as anxious about it every single time she did it.

“I have something that I have to confess if we’re going to keep going down this path,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Oh yeah?” her date asked.

Ashley was pretty and kind. She had long red hair that she kept in a braided bun on the back of her head because she worked with animals. Her hands were calloused on her right middle finger and along the base of her thumb. She had fair skin that refused to freckle no matter how long she stayed in the sun. Tonight she had worn a pretty blue dress that kept slipping off of her shoulder to reveal the lacy black bra that she was wearing. The fact that she was kind, worked with animals, and had obviously come to their date with the expectation of the night ending in sex was what was making it so much worse for Robin.

She wiped her hands on her pants and reminded herself that she had faced way worse than this. She would much rather have to tell pretty women who wanted to have sex with her the little secret that she kept tucked into another part of her life than fight Vecna or be tortured by Russians. But it didn’t always feel like it.

“I have a husband,” she explained.

Ashley immediately wrinkled her nose and leaned back in her chair like Robin had just told her that she had the Black Death. “You mean that you led me on to help you cheat on someone?”

“No,” she shook her head. “He knows that I’m here and he supports it wholeheartedly-”

Robin had a whole spiel in her head that she always tried to use when she was telling dates this, but she almost never got it out all the way when they began to freak out. It turned out that it was going to be the same this time as it was every other time. Ashley leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice so that none of the other patrons in the surrounding tables would be able to hear her as she said, “You know that lesbianism isn’t some gross kink for men, right? Some of us, such as myself, think that we can only be with women. I’m not going to sleep with you so that your husband can watch through your blinds or in your closet or something. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“You don’t understand,” Robin whimpered. She usually dropped it when the person she was talking to obviously wanted the conversation to end, but she had been really invested in the potential relationship she could have with Ashley. “It-it’s not like that. We’re not together romantically or sexually. We’re married and we love each other but he-he’s more like my platonic soulmate. It was like when the gods were making us or whatever he decided that I was going to love my best friend with my entire chest but only be interested in women and-”

Ashley cut her off again, “So he’s a beard? I’ve dated women like that before but it didn’t really work out.”

“No, he’s not a beard! He’s my husband,” Robin objected, frustrated. The idea of her husband only being her beard or something that was totally disposable once she found the right woman made her want to vomit. He was far more important to her than any romantic foray, so she decided that she was just going to take the hit and try again some other time. “I don’t think that this is going to work out. Thanks for trying, sorry for wasting your time.”

She fished out the proper amount of money and then set it on the table before she slung her purse over her shoulder and walked away. It was frustrating to have that happen over and over again, but she would always place her husband above any romantic or sexual encounters that she would have. It was hard to explain to people, especially with the limited vocabulary that still existed for queer people even in the mid-nineties, but it was very important to her that whatever future romantic partner she may have recognize that first and foremost, Steve was her husband.

[spxxkygays]

( froy gutierrez. he-they. demi man. ) the courts of veritas welcome DUSTIN NIEVES! it’s been said that the 24 year old WIXEN is known to be CHARISMATIC and HARD-HEADED. when DUSTY isn’t working as a CLERK AT WAN’S APOTHECARY, they can be found participating in GAMING. if you visit their home in RAVENWYCK, it may remind you of secret pinky promises, boisterous laughter, meadows of hyacinths, and falling for a boy so rough around the edges. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. 

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Dustin Nieves

Nickname: Dusty

Age: 24

Gender: Demi Man

Pronouns: He-They

Ethnicity: Mexican, Native American

Nationality: American, Australian

Education: College Graduate

Occupation: Clerk at Wan's

Hometown: Byron Bay, New South Wales

Current location: Ravewyck

Species: Wixen

Written Aesthetics: secret pinky promises, boisterous laughter, meadows of hyacinths, and falling for a boy so rough around the edges

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Froy Gutierrez

Height: 5'5

Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde

Eye Colour: Ice blue

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Distinguishing Features: Freckles on the nose

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: advanced elemental control of lightning + basic abilities

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: pretty much since I was taken in by that coven so yeah kind of, but not before that just thought weird shit happened around me

Favorite Magical Items: Enchanted rings

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: Vampires cause they're attractive

Who or what would they die for?  Their friends and family, and maybe hot cheetos

Does your character fight or flee?  Definitely a fighter, likes to go beast mode on them chumps.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Charismatic, Witty, Affable

Negative Traits: Bratty, Hyper, overtly blunt.

Neutral Traits: Emotional, Insecure

Goals/desires: to be able to protect those he loves whenever the times arises

Fears: Being left all alone once more like he once was as a child.

Hobbies: Gaming, fighting, parkour, tumbling.

Habits: tongue popping, and incessant tapping when sitting down.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

your answers to these questions do not have to be in depth, though of course they can be! they’re just here to help you grasp your character a little more, as well as for me to get an understanding ! 

QUESTION ONE: nah, i wasn't born on the island and what I miss about the outside world is I don't know, the fast food places and chain restaurants, but that can be easily replaced and copied.

QUESTION TWO: Oh shit, definitely the werewolf area cause I have a casual hookup there with this guy every now and again, I just tell him we do it him style and he hates it.

QUESTION THREE: only the ugly ones, like pick a fucking struggle my guy.

QUESTION FOUR: he came out to his best friends by yelling i'm gay after getting the final kill in a match.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION 

this portion is optional, but should you wish to add headcanons, a bio, links to a pinterest board, etc., this is the perfect place to do so ! 

[iamnicodemus]

I was supposed to have reblogged this ages ago wtf, I'm sorry 😭

This story was an absolute treat. How you can call yourself a mediocre writer while writing the things you do is a mystery a thousand Wednesdays couldn't solve.

Like, look at this:

With her came a sense of foreboding, like storm clouds on the horizon. You would’ve sworn she was also a cryomancer with the way she seemed to chill the atmosphere around her.

Students parted like the Red Sea when she walked through the halls, determined to avoid her wrath.

You write Wednesday with such presence and I swear it radiates from the text. She dictates the vibe everywhere she goes, as she should lol

A short, but statuesque figure with eyes like black ice and a constellation of freckles scattered across her cheeks that put the stars to shame.

Fucking gorgeous writing. What a damn description!

You knew that, once you exhausted your welcome, she would likely discard you, but until then you’d just sit back and enjoy the ride with her.

Cryomancer girl is just like me fr fr.

So much so that Wednesday had to tell you to calm down because you were freezing the rain around you into snow and leaving icy footprints

Love how her power expresses itself in these moments. A neat detail that makes the ability feel that much more a part of her.

she ended up being responsible for the worst years of your life.

Do.... do I need to square up with Mary?

There was a flurry of movement, a sharp crack, and even now you swore you could feel the sting of the impact on your cheek.

She hated you, and you could still see remnants of that hatred now, even from across the street.

FUCK MARY ALL MY HOMIES HATE MARY

And now comes one of my favorite scenes from any Wednesday fic I've ever read.

The pain in your chest intensified, drawing your limbs in to try and relieve the ache. It felt as if your body was trying to collapse in on itself, like a dying star.

They crouched before you, their face coming into view and familiar dark orbs stared at you in a way you’d never seen before.

“Identify five things that you can see. You don’t have to say them out loud,” she instructed you, slowly and firmly.

I've only quoted these bits, but believe me when I say I am so tempted to quote the entire thing.

The entire panic attack. Wednesday helping Cryo use the 5-4-3-2-1 technique to soothe herself...

God... what Cryo is going through is so, so superbly described. And Wednesday turning up to help her, and doing so in the exact manner that she did, through it is one of the most heartwarming, sweetest things I've ever seen Wednesday do in a fic, and that moment of compassion feels so very like her. It caught me by surprise and felt entirely in-character for her to do it for someone she cares about.

So dark that they appear black in most settings, but under direct sunlight they reveal themselves to be the most beautiful shade of brown you’ve ever seen. Second was her hair, the way her wet fringe clumped together, forming short tendrils on her forehead.

“The Jericho high school band doesn’t need me. You do. Weems will get over it.”

SHE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART (in her own way)

An explosion in the distance made you jump.

“Wednesday, what did you do?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she replied easily, lips quirking at the screams of terror that arose from the town square.

Wednesday's the embodiment of this meme:

“Get changed and get some rest. I will return in a few hours after I deal with something,” she said, eyeing you as she edged back toward the door.

At this point, I already knew what she was going to do (well, not the exact thing she did, but still) and when I tell you Wednesday is one of the best friends you could ever have-

“I was told to give this to you.” She extended an envelope in your direction.

Like she didn't just torture this lady into writing the damn thing 💀💀

Under the body of text, her name was written in a red ink so dark, you’d think that it was blood… And there was a smudge of crimson at the bottom of the page. As if the ink had been crudely spilled onto the paper.

“Is it to your liking?” she asked, jaw set in determination.

For just a moment, her eyes flicked downward, the movement so fast it was nearly imperceptible.

Nearly.

"I see what's happening here," - Maui

You are an incredible writer. Factual. Confirmed. Unarguable.

Reverie

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x cryomancer!reader

Summary: In the midst of investigating, a figure from your past returns, sending you into a panic. Wednesday is there to help pick up the pieces (and maybe get some revenge too).

Warnings: panic attack, implied abuse and violence, blood, reader is a Simp, it gets a bit morbid near the end lol, abrupt ending

Word count: 5.5k (sigh)

Notes: this fic made me realize just how much i struggle with character descriptions… but anyways this is a long request for literally the nicest anon ever, whoever you are i hope you enjoy this! 

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Silence was something that you cherished.

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