#also tell me how that look wouldn't have anyone swooning

[trashwithvariety]

Professor Emmrich Volkarin, of the Mourn Watch.

Rook. Fellow Mourn Watcher.

[heywardsdoll]

meeting pope at the festival after telling him to be your fake boyfriend was one of the most awkward things you'd done in your very short life.

really, it was the knowing that he would be there and that he'd know why you were there—and that you would probably have to hold his hand, an he would need to hold yours. it was all of that. those little troubles in the stories, and the places you knew you would mess up.

it all started when you noticed how nice pope was. how nice he looked with a button up, and that smile that he did when he beamed. well, okay, so it started a bit earlier before that. your boyfriend, who you had declared as your ex was following you through the party. you'd screamed for him to get away only to bump into pope.

you'd been so intoxicated, that the minute you felt his hand on yours you melted completely, but there was an urgency in your blood that you couldn't shake off. with wide eyes, you whispered something with pursed lips, "act along with it! just act—aww, has anyone told you how hot you look like this? heyward? is it heyward-" then you tried to tread a little closer to him, touching that little part of his tie before you completely stubbled into his arms. you felt so stupid as you let out a small giggle.

pope looked so confused, hand reaching out to steady you. still, his eyes had that comfort in them that you so desperately needed, "oh, hi, sorry, uh," then he winched, "what's the issue?" he whispered out, before you flinched when your ex came in.  quickly pope seemed to zone in on the angry ex, and completely changed personas.

all of a sudden he had to closer to your chest, you could smell his cologne and everything seemed to go fuzzy as he hid your face in his shirt. you took a shaky breath, trying to wish it all away. it felt nice to be in someone's arms like this, to feel so safe. that was when it hit you, how nice pope was.

finally you felt pope's chest heave when he exhaled, and seemed to let you go. your arms however were wrapped around his waist.

"is he gone?"

"yes," pope replied softly. you could feel the muscles on his arms and if you weren't in this sorry state you wouldn't be swooning so hard.

reluctantly, you awkwardly detached your arms from his waist and then looked at him again. His smile was lopsided, a mix of amusement and confusion, which only made you laugh harder.

"what's so funny?" he asked.

"you're-you're so boyfriend material!" you blurted out, stammering through the haze of alcohol. "so cute. look at this button-down. and i love the hat. you don't even know me, and you held me to your chest to hide me from my pycho ex. i would date you, i would marry you," you hiccuped, then suddenly lit up with an idea. "you know what we should do? we should fake date so i can get my ex off my back."

pope stared at you, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

"fake date?" he echoed, almost like he was testing the idea out loud for the first time. his brows furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his mind, "i'm sorry, i don't even know who you are—"

"well, well, i mean, think about it, you can get to know me!" you rambled, now completely committed to your idea. "my ex will back off, and you—well, you get to pretend to be the hero." you grinned up at him, wobbling slightly on your feet. "it's like a win-win, right?"

pope rubbed the back of his neck, giving you an odd look as he held you up. "i'm not sure that's how this works," he said, trying to hide his growing smile. "i mean, you're drunk. really drunk."

"drunk, yes. but also really pretty," you insisted, poking his chest lightly, which only made you giggle more. "you know, i don't usually get these genius ideas sober."

pope, then like every nice boy you'd met smiled at you gently. you could already hear the consoling words out of his mouth and couldn't help but feel like sulking already.

but then pope sighed, his gaze softening. "look, i didn't mind helping you out tonight," he said, glancing around the room cautiously, "but fake dating? that’s a whole other level of commitment."

you nodded enthusiastically, almost stumbling again. "yes, absolutely. you already saved me once. might as well go all in, right?" you flashed him a cheeky smile, but beneath the humour, there was a flicker of vulnerability. you didn’t want to face your ex alone, not again.

pope still looked uncertain, but you knew you had to stick it to him, and so you thought of a "foolproof,' plan.

"well, at least take my number. we can talk when i'm sober, and we-"

the rest of history. so here you were again, fighting against all odds after messaging pope several times after that night. he was quite forgiving about your stunt, and even offered to meet with you. you'd taken the opportunity to talk to him and apologise in person. god, you'd been so reckless to ask him that type of question. the festive where both kooks and pogues could meet was the best place that you thought there was. it was a chrismas festival, little kids running around under the big tree.

finally you noticed him. he was staring near a small stand with two cups of what seemed like hot chocolate. he had a cardigan on, as well as a cheery smile. the only thing you had been right about that night was how perfect he was for the role. but that's not why you were here. you were here to apologise.

"hi." you murmured out shyly. pope smiled at you, handing you a cup of chocolate.

"for the lady."

you took the cup and let the warmth seep into your hands under the lights. he looked just like you remembered, kind brown eyes and a little frigity. but now he was watching you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"you know," he hesitated before continuing, "i didn't expect you to message, and i wasn't sure if you, uh, remembered everything from last night."

you let out a pained laugh before looking away from his gaze, "oh yeah i remember. a bit too well."

pope scratched the back of his head, clearly still unsure how to navigate this conversation. "look, i didn’t mind helping out. that guy was a jerk, and could tell you were in a rough spot." he looked at you earnestly, his typical calm demeanour shining through. "but, you know, you don’t have to apologize."

you felt a bit surprised at how quickly he forgave you, "no, no i owe it because i launched that idea at you, and i completely forgot boundaries—" you let out an uneasy laugh before pope stopped you mid-sentence.

"i've been through worse, especially from my friend jj. and," he shook his head, "i'm not the one to leave people handing."

this was it. this was what attracted you to him. always looking out for others, always doing the right thing even if it made things worse for him. the one thing that you didn't want to think about too much was how hot he looked doing it too.

but you still felt embarrassed, "you're too nice. and way too smart to get involved in my ridiculous ideas."

he laughed a little, a smile lighting up his face. "i'm not sure i’d call it smart," he teased. "maybe just—stupid enough to go along with you."

you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now that the conversation was flowing. the lights felt even prettier, and the warm of the hot chocolate made you feel more comfortable.

"so," pope began, glancing around the bustling festival before meeting your eyes again. "we’re good, right? no more awkward ex-boyfriend encounters?"

you smiled, nodding. "yeah, no ex-boyfriends to worry about. i promise."

pope’s face softened, and there was a flicker of something more in his eyes—like he was relieved, but maybe a little hesitant, too. he shifted his weight, clearly thinking about what to say next. but he seemed to falter and just nodded.

so you stayed there in that little moment, and he watched the tree—you watched him.

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[webslingingslasher]

spiderman saves cherry one time (but not even from smth serious) and suddenly she falls in love and tells peter ab her new obsession w him that she didn’t understand before and he’s literally cheering on the inside at how she’s closer to falling for him without realising

happy sunday!

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'you know how you're always trying to get me to like spider-man?'

'yes.'

you hold the back of your hand to your forehead and dramatically swoon, your back lands on peter's bed. 'i've been swayed.' peter's got a strong feeling it's because you ran into spider-man today but he has to pretend he doesn't know that yet.

'did you have another dirty dream?' you gasp at the question, peter rushes out he was just joking. 'you're not funny, fyi.'

'you're cute when you have a crush.' you kick your feet on his bed, peter's being extra annoying. 'i don't have a crush! i was going to tell you i saw him today but nope, nevermind.'

peter knows how to work around your attitude. it's a special trick he's learned. 'you met spider-man? that's so cool, where were you?' you grin at him and start speed talking, peter loves being right.

'the bookstore! well, outside the bookstore. when i was leaving i was reading the back of a book and i walked right into him! i dropped my book and he caught me and when i looked up, bam, spider-man. he grabbed my book for me and asked if i was okay, like i didn't run into him!'

you replay the moment, you swoon again. 'ugh, petey, he was tall and so broad! it felt like i ran into a wall, but he was also like... i could've given him a hug and he wouldn't mind.' you lift your head up to look at peter, it's a similar feeling with him.

'i think he's kind of like you. cause you're mr. strong guy but you're the perfect amount of soft for cuddles. basically, i think i'm gonna marry spider-man.'

peter has to act like he's jealous, he doesn't mind. you like spider-man now and nothing else beyond that matters. if anything, this is a bonus for him.

'please tell me you didn't get his number, i can't compete with a superhero.'

'no!' you think about it for a second, you're not spider-man's number one fan but you see clips and articles online all the time. 'i don't think spider-man dates, i've never seen him out on one. but also, i don't think he can eat dinner with his mask on... wait, do you think he dates outside the mask and has to pretend he isn't spider-man?'

peter blinks two times, 'i don't know, i've never thought about it.' he's very flat with his reply. you huff, he's no fun. 'if you were spider-man, do you think i would know?'

'um, well, if you don't know i'm spider-man, then no, i don't think you would know.' you nod, he makes a good point. 'fair.' you keep thinking about it, you'd be thrown for such a loop if that happened to you.

'that's crazy. imagine dating someone for months or years and he tells you he's spider-man, i think i'd freak out. i wonder if anyone in his life knows who he is. wait, do you think there are people just walking around the city that know spider-man's true identity?'

peter didn't prepare himself for hypotheticals, he's wondering why he wanted you to like his alter ego so much. when you didn't care, you didn't ask questions.

'what do you think he looks like? i think he looks like you, he's probably cute. do you think he's our age? damn it, i should've asked him all of this when i had him in front of me.' you sigh again, searching for your phone you youtube his name and start watching compilations of fights caught on film.

'god, he could throw me around like nothing.'

peter grumbles out the corner of his mouth, 'i could throw you around like nothing.' you happily hum, the idea is enticing. 'could you wear the suit while you do it? wait, you better not, i wouldn't be able to stop myself from... things.'

you stare at the screen, you start to have flashes of imagery and you bite down on your bottom lip. 'oh god, i'm feeling a hyperfixation coming on.' spider-man is hot, his strength, his power, how fucking kind he is.

you sit up to look at peter, 'wanna makeout?' peter wants to know how he went from mentally begging you to like spider-man, to actually being jealous of how you fawn over him. 'i'm not a placeholder for your fantasies.'

'i never said you were. come kiss me... and maybe get between my thighs and make me feel good.' spider-man is attractive because of the mystery, peter's hot because, fuck, just look at him. peter's giving you a look that's testing, he's baiting you for more information. 'don't make me beg, it's not cute.'

'no, you just wanna kiss me because you're hot and bothered over spider-man.' it shouldn't bother him, but it does. 'i don't want spider-man's fingers in me, i want yours.'

'only because you can't have him.' you groan, he's dragging it out more than he needs. 'maybe i do, maybe he's not scared to touch me.' peter's quiet, you immediately fill in the silence. 'wait, that's me being bratty. i'm not trying to force you into sex.'

peter smiles, 'you can't force the willing, cherry.'

you pat the empty space between your legs, 'then will you come fill me up? please?' peter doesn't need to be asked a third time, you're instantly settled the second he's caging you under him and pressing his lips on yours.

peter's fingers drag up your thigh, you sigh into his mouth. 'mhm, spider-man.' peter's done, he pulls off you and you're whining and trying to keep him over you. 'no! i was kidding, i swear i was just kidding!'

'too late. you're cut off, think about your actions.'

'fine. but you know who would've found that funny?' peter raises his eyebrows, he knows what's about to come. 'say his name one more time and see what i do.'

'will you punish me and show me who i really belong to?'

and... oh, that has peter bricked up.

why didn't he think about that? he would have proved how much better he is, he could've kissed you breathless until you're babbling and only whimpering his name. and the way you're looking at him tells him this was more of a ruse than anything.

peter's never dated a brat, he's still learning your quirks. you blink pretty, you have a way of acting like an innocent virgin after saying something dirty, it's an unspoken card you always pull out when convenient.

peter grips the skin above your knees and pulls you into him, your hips slam into his. 'think you can be quiet this time?' you shake your head, peter grins at your messy hair. 'no?'

peter leans down, his lips brush yours. he whispers against your mouth, a hint of a kiss. 'didn't think so.'

and peter makes you say his name so many times, spider-man's is a distant memory. 

[lotusarchon]

cherry blossom ice tea (nezha x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), headcanons, sfw headcanons, fluffiness, mild angst + reference to nezha's past, li jing is his own warning again, nsfw headcanons, minors + ageless blogs DNI!!, thigh kinks, tattoos + womb tattoo, lactation kinks, breeding kink, bondage, oral sex (male + female receiving), mating press positions < all kinks mentioned for the headcanons erm

author's notes: would you guys believe me when i say I genuinely had no idea half these kinks existed?? Damn I'm so vanilla

SFW :

𐙚 Dating Nezha includes having to deal with him go through a whole character arc while processing his feelings. Everyone but Nezha knows he's in love, so it takes a long, and I mean a long time for him to realize he's in love with you, and an even longer time for him to have the courage to confess. Or you can do what Wukong says and just be the first one to confess if you're impatient. That works too, I guess.

𐙚 Greenest flag boyfriend right there. He memorizes everything about you, from your favorite color to that one thing you mentioned from your childhood. He's not uncomfortable buying anything you ask for and is the happiest man alive to follow you wherever you go.

𐙚 Of course, dating Nezha means also dealing with his older brothers (and a rare Erlang at times.) Come on, you don't actually think they'd spare him, do you? What are older siblings for if not to embarrass their sibling to the point of melting?? Expect to see a bunch of paintings of him as a baby or even stories of his childhood and during the war. You might even see Deng Changyu ready to tell the great tale of the time she threw a rock at his head and broke his nose. Good times.

𐙚 Projecting on Nezha here but lord help the man because he's as loyal as a dog. If you went to hell, he'll follow you. You ask him to bark, and he would. He doesn't really love much (hehe aroace Nezha canon) but when he does in fact love, it's with one person and for life. Expect him to never leave you.

𐙚 He would also be the type of boyfriend to ask if you would love him if he was a worm. Yeah, the roles are reversed and he's a bit insecure, so please say yes. (If you were the one asking, he'd go off on a long story about how he'd learn about worms and create a kingdom of worms for you to command and make you immortal and shit. All with a straight fucking face.)

𐙚 He's pretty thin faced so while he does always appear pretty stoic and aloof, he does blush pretty easily. You flash him a smile? Red face. You laugh? Red face. You so much as look at him? Yep, you guessed it, red face.

𐙚 100% is the type to swoon on the spot. Full on blushing expression, heart eyes, dilated pupils, hand clutching his chest while Cupid's arrow pierces his poor beating heart. You could do so much as glance at him and he's in love with you over and over.

𐙚 I would like to think in whatever universe you and him exist together, he would always love you. He thinks he's incapable of being in love with anyone else, or for that matter, having anyone else to love.

𐙚 He lies awake at night dreaming of you. There's never a moment in his life where he stops thinking about you. There's probably even a picture frame with you that he holds and falls asleep with.

𐙚 I can see him being easily jealous if your attention isn't exactly on him, but he knows it's bad to think like that, so he wouldn't ever speak up or act on his feelings. You'd have to figure it out for yourself to understand why he's so moody sometimes. He'd much rather keep such feelings and thoughts to himself, because you do love him, and you aren't obliged to give him all of your attention, so what gives him the right to be jealous, right?

𐙚 His love language is probably gift giving. I'm not sure he's the type to feel comfortable with things like hugging at the beginning of a relationship, and even then things like that need to be kept behind doors. Maybe the occasional handholding sure, but definitely nothing to intimate in public, so…gift giving it is. Be it something silly as a new dress you might've mentioned, or a keychain you like. Hell, even merch if you're a fan girl. If you're happy then he's happy.

𐙚 Like I said, he's not too into PDA, but that doesn't mean he's not affectionate. Once the relationship feels steady, over the course of time, Nezha would occasionally give you kisses or hugs behind closed doors. If you move in together, he'd ask for a kiss from you every morning before he leaves.

𐙚 He's the type to have your future all planned out together. Every piece of his schedule eventually begins to involve you, in some form or manner. He can never stop thinking about you, and I can see him always trying to include you in anything he does, just so you're aware that he does love you, and he does appreciate you for loving someone like him.

𐙚 “Ah, (Name). They're so pretty…” “Gay.” “GET OUT OF MY ROOM JINZHA!”

𐙚 I can't see him introducing you to Li Jing. Even after things in season 5 have happened, he just can not introduce you to his father without being reminded of their past. He most likely would introduce you to his mother though, and she would adore you dearly.

NSFW ;

𐙚 Let's get one thing straight; you are Nezha’s first time. Before your relationship, he's never had an interest in anyone, romantic or sexual. His feelings had always been platonic or familial with people, if not estranged. You were his first love and by extension his first time, and he cherishes that dearly.

𐙚 Getting that out of the way, that man is incredibly pent up and horny. He literally has so much fucking duties to handle on a daily basis and I highly doubt he's ever been given a break for once in his goddamn life. Having a partner is probably the first time he's ever gotten the opportunity to relax and destress, and by the gods does he take advantage of it. (Always respects your boundaries though. My man would never do anything you're uncomfortable with.)

𐙚 Where did he get the experience? No idea, but he's a god so…yeah, he's a pretty fast learner. Especially if you're not a virgin.

𐙚 Now, Nezha. You know he's a strange guy, definitely not one to judge―he has a thigh kink. Yeah, that's right. Your thighs are his lifeline and if he can sink his teeth into them everyday then god forbid he would. He just wants you to wrap your legs around his head while he goes to town on you, eating you out like a starved man. If you get an inner thigh tattoo that just so happens to be a lotus flower then expect not to walk for days, because he is going to worship your lower body and probably eat you out till you're passed out.

𐙚 Hm…I can see him kinda being into the idea of a womb tattoo? But the author has no idea how that works so imagine the first time he fucks you it just appears on your lower stomach and the lotus patterns are so fucking hot he fucks you into another orgasm because that womb tattoo is from him, okay!?

𐙚 Look. He has a lot of parent issues, okay? He definitely has some sort of lactation kink that follows a breeding kink. Just, man. The idea of knocking you up with his kids is really fucking hot, and he thinks he can be a better father than his dad and prove he's better and well. One cannot blame a man for his kinks, okay?

𐙚 But yes, he does in fact think of knocking you up everyday and the idea of your tits with milk is kinda hot.

𐙚 Honestly though even if he doesn't get you pregnant, he's still obsessed with your tits. Squishy and soft, all for him to bury his head between and suck and bite while fucking you raw.

𐙚 Oh yeah, he's definitely a traditional type of guy. Missionary style all the way haha (he's not gonna look you in the face fot a while though. He's too embarassed about his actions in the bedroom.) But he might also find a mating press position rather interesting, the angles he could reach….

𐙚 100% ties you up with his armillary sash. Yes, I cannot be a Nezha simp without even thinking of him tying you up with his sash at any point. If you're into it, he might even have you all tied up with a vibrator strapped to you in his room until he returns from whatever he's got to do. I tell ya, that man is horny horny.

𐙚 Hm, can see him liking oral whichever direction it goes. He doesn't mind eating you out, but he also doesn't mind if you blow him. He thinks it's hot with your lips wrapped around his dick and tears in your eyes while you fuck yourself on him.

𐙚 He can be gentle if you ask, but I'd like to think 99% of the time he's just rough as fuck. Manhandling you if you like it, and fucking you until you pass out, and he's got the stamina to keep going until dawn. If it's a particularly stressful day though, he might be more into taking care of you (or you him, don't be fooled.) and making you feel good to forget your worries.

𐙚 Oh and he probably likes handjobs. Please jerk him off while he buries his face into your tits, he's just a silly guy.

𐙚 10/10 dick. Would recommend. Probably.

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[malfoyswand]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: your best friend, draco malfoy, plans a surprise to ask you to the yule ball.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just soft draco :)

author's note: thank you to the lovely reader who requested this, it's my first request so i really hope i did this justice! also yes, i got a little inspired by that one gilmore girls episode with the 1000 flowers for the proposal lol

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"Mate, I think you're overthinking this."

Blaise Zabini reported his opinion of the matter, but Draco Malfoy barely comprehended a word he had spoken. The only things on his mind were (Y/N) and of course, the bloody Yule Ball.

If he was honest with himself, Draco was at least partially excited for the dance. He knew it was meant to be one of the greatest nights he may ever experience while at Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure if he would. The dance was only a week away and somehow, Draco found himself without a date.

If anything, the Yule Ball was making him nervous.

"I'm not, Zabini!" He spoke quite loudly, then softened his voice as he realized students had looked their way. "This needs to be perfect, alright? This is (Y/N) we're talking about, you know how I feel about her."

Blaise couldn't help but sigh, with a smile on his lips as the two of them walked to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was quite a feat for Malfoy to tell Blaise that he had romantic feelings for his best friend, (Y/N). Blaise knew that Draco dreaded being seen as anything but tough to the world, the fact that a girl had this much control over his emotions spoke volumes. 

"Exactly my point, Malfoy. She's been your best friend since first year, I doubt she would ever be disappointed or angry with whatever you come up with. Besides, she's just a girl. Just ask her to the ball like how you would ask a girl out on a date."

"Er.. well.." Draco began to speak, the hand that wasn't holding his books scratching the back of his neck. The two of them finally stopped walking besides the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Blaise's eyes widening as he tried to hide his laughter.

"You're telling me that Draco Malfoy has never been on a date before? Merlin!" His laughter echoed down the chamber, earning him a scoff and a playful shove inside the classroom by Draco. "Sorry, sorry. I just thought that with every other girl in this school begging to be your date to the dance, you would've taken at least one of them on a date." His voice was spoken quietly, careful that the other students wouldn't hear their conversation.

Draco shook his head as the two of them sat down in their seats, pulling out their books and parchment. "No. I've turned them all down. They're just not her, know what I mean?"

"You're down bad, mate." Blaise smirked slightly to himself, whispering the only advice he could really offer his friend. "Listen, girls like being asked out in a personal way. You know the kind of things (Y/N) likes, all you have to do is make it special and she'll be swooning."

"Right." Draco mumbled to himself as Professor Moody began to teach his lesson. However, he certainly wasn't thinking about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Draco glanced over to where you sat across the room. He knew you better than anyone, yet he had no idea how to ask you to the Yule Ball.

That was when the idea struck him. The new bag you bought last week caught his eyes, he noticed the way the bag had intricate floral designs sewn into it. A memory replayed in Draco's mind. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he wrote on a spare piece of parchment, folding it into a paper crane before sending it your way.

Your hands caught the paper crane, grinning as you knew exactly who it was from. You tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat each time you saw one fly towards you. On the piece of parchment, it read:

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tomorrow morning before breakfast? - D.M.

You lifted his gaze to meet his awaiting gray eyes, your head nodding before turning back to the professor's lesson. Draco did the same, but his mind was already running through a mental checklist on all the supplies he had to get to make his idea come to life.

The next morning, you woke up wondering why in Godric's name you decided to meet up with Draco this early in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, and none of your other roommates were even awake. You groaned as quietly as you could, practically tiptoeing around the dorm bedroom to avoid waking everyone else.

As you brushed your hair in the girls' lavatory, you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter around again. You cursed yourself under your breath as you tried your best to focus on your breathing.

Lately, being near Draco Malfoy has always made you more excited than you really ought to be. Of course, he was your best friend so you had always been excited. But now, even one glance at him caused a warmth to glow within your chest. The feeling was a foreign one.

As you walked through the castle towards the Astronomy Tower, that warm feeling in your chest arose again as you caught sight of him. He was pacing near the entrance door, mumbling as if he was rehearsing something. You cleared your throat as you walked towards him, Draco stopping in his tracks.

"(Y/N)." He spoke your name, his lips forming into a soft smile. "Thanks for meeting up with me, I know it's a bit early for you." His tone was playful, he knew you were not much of a morning person. 

"About that, why so early in the morning, Malfoy?" You gently shoved his shoulder, he only laughed in response. He opened the Astronomy Tower door entrance, his hand indicating for you to step inside first. 

"You will see."

You walked up the long set of stairs up the tower. You couldn't see the fact that Draco was a nervous wreck behind you, his hands having to wipe themselves on his slacks to remove the sweat from his palms. As much as you hated to wake up this early in the morning, you knew the views up from the tower would be gorgeous. Draco knew that the Astronomy Tower was, quite honestly, your favorite place to admire the landscape.

“Oh my..” Your body stopped in its tracks once the two of you reached the highest level of the tower. Your eyes couldn’t take in your surroundings fast enough it seemed.

It was as if every surface of the tower was covered in red roses. Somehow, someone must have placed hundreds of roses in vases, scattering them around almost every corner of the room. The light shining into the tower only amplified their beauty, it was as if each petal seemed to come alive as the sun continued to rise.

“D-Did you know these flowers were here?” You stuttered as you started to pace around the room slowly, your fingertips grazing upon almost every petal there was. Their beauty took your breath away.

“I did.” Draco bit his bottom slightly as he watched you, desperate to know your reaction. He couldn’t tell if you liked or hated them. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes darted from the roses you were admiring to Draco, your body facing his. Although you were truly flattered, the idea of him doing all of this for you made your head spin with so many questions. You knew Draco Malfoy better than he may ever know himself, you had never seen him do anything this nice or extravagant for anyone before. 

“You said a couple of weeks ago that you wish spring would come along so you can watch the flowers bloom again. Of course, it’s only December, as we can all see.” Draco answered your question, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he pointed outside of the tower. More snowflakes began to fall, covering the castle with even more snow.

“So, I thought to bring the flowers to you. And I only assumed you liked roses, from your bag.” His eyes went from watching the snowflakes outside to your bag that was decorated with tiny red roses around it. Since when did Draco notice something so mundane, like a new tote bag?

“I just.. don’t know what to say.” Your voice came out as a whisper. Him decorating the entire Astronomy Tower with roses, just because you said you missed the spring and summer flowers, was entirely insane. You couldn’t come up with the words, so all you could do was step forward to hug him tightly.

Within an instant, you felt Draco’s arms wrap around your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself out of relief and joy. He was relieved and happy that you had liked the surprise, but he knew what he must do, even though it terrified him.

“That’s not the end of the surprise.” He said as he slowly pulled away from the hug. All of a sudden, it was as the boy became aware of every heightened emotion he was feeling. “But I must do this properly..”

Your eyebrows raised as you watched him turn around, picking up one of the red roses from their vases. If you weren’t convinced you were dreaming at the moment, you would have sworn you saw a small bit of sweat on Draco’s forehead as he looked towards you.

“I-er..” He took a step forward towards you, any closer and your bodies would have made contact. With a deep breath to calm himself, he handed the rose to you. “Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me, as more than just a friend?”

Your lips slightly parted as you took the rose from him. You had slowly been falling for your best friend for the past four years, but you had convinced yourself that the Slytherin Prince would never fall for you. For four years, you had thought that he would never settle for you, when every other girl in this school begged for him just to look their way.

Once you realized you had failed to give an answer, you closed your mouth and smiled in his direction. “I would love to, Draco.” You responded, stepping forward once more to close the gap between you two. You pressed your lips softly to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you realized that Draco’s cheeks were slightly pink as his eyes widened. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the sight. Draco Malfoy was notorious for being the calm, collected one of the two of you. Seeing him as, essentially, a nervous wreck over you caused that warmth to be felt in your chest again.

“Who would have thought I could make Draco Malfoy this nervous?” You joked, attempting to calm his apparent nerves.

“Who said I was nervous?” He scoffed just as playfully, grabbing a few more roses to hand to you. You took them in your hands, smelling their pleasant aroma as you followed him back down the staircase.

“Malfoy, you were just as red as these roses.”

[jisungsdaydreamer]

Stray Kids When They Have a Crush on You

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Pairing: OT8 x gn!reader Genre: headcanon, fluff Warnings: none

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1. Bang Chan

Writes a lot of songs about you 

Will make physical contact, like putting his arm around your shoulders or his hand on your back 

A gentleman; drives you home all the time and has you call him when you're safe inside 

Very casual around you, but slowly develops deeper feelings  

Asks you to hang out with him and his friends a lot 

Very proud of you and wants to introduce you to everyone 

Genuinely looks up to you and asks you for advice a lot 

2. Lee Know

Teases you a lot but it's very flirty 

If anyone tries to tease him about you though, he will give them the death glare 

Will absolutely deny liking you if anyone asked 

Texts you a lot 

Remembers every single thing you tell him 

Will not tolerate anyone who says a single unkind thing about you 

Jealous when you talk to other guys 

When you play with his cats, he will be chill on the outside but literally swooning inside 

3. Changbin

The one who makes excuses to constantly see you 

When you're around, he'll stretch his arms back so he can "accidentally" flex his muscles 

So down bad for you and everyone knows- except for you, that is 

Would keep a photo of you in his pocket and take it out randomly and smile at it 

Acts tough but is really shy about how he feels 

Wants to be around you always and invites you everywhere 

Tells you to call him cute nicknames

4. Hyunjin

He'd write poems about you in his little journal 

Would also sketch you when you aren't looking  

Zones out a lot just thinking about you; a big daydreamer 

Buys matching keychains for you both, but he's too shy to give it to you 

Falls slowly but it's very intense, it might even be love 

He'd be sleepless and a little tortured over you 

Would have a collection of random things that remind him of you, like plushies or stickers 

Makes playlists of songs that make him think about you 

Unconsciously is inspired by you; for example, if you wear a cardigan one day, he'll wear one too the next day, without even realizing it 

5. Han

Has a goofy smile on his face always 

He would try to be suave and cool, but his heart flutters every time he encounters you, and he ends up getting tongue-tied 

Would search for cheesy pick up lines on google 

Would obsess over every small interaction with you 

Lowkey would stalk you online just for "research" 

Would not shut up about you to his friends 

Would bring you snacks to share constantly and then eat like half of them because he's nervous around you 

Makes scenarios about you both in his head before he falls asleep 

6. Felix

Everyone ships you guys together 

He always brushes the teasing off with a smile 

Brings you sweet gifts like flowers and jewelry that reminds him of you 

Brainstorms the perfect way to ask you out 

Carries your bag for you even if it's not even heavy 

Wants to know all about you and asks a lot of questions 

Hanging out with him feels a lot like you're dating even if you're not because he is so attentive and sweet 

7.  Seungmin

The one who wouldn't even know he has a crush on you 

You couldn't guess that he likes you because he's very nonchalant 

He likes to hang out with you and buy you coffee 

His crush would manifest in acts of service 

Notices every single thing; if you run out of gum, he'd go right away and buy a new pack for you, even if you didn't ask him to 

When he eventually realizes his feelings, he will be honest with you about them 

Very classic and classy; no drama 

8.  I.N.

Straight up will tell you that he likes you and if you reject him, he will try to win you over 

The flirty one who gets you flustered 

Wants to wow you with his fashion and hotness 

Would have a "boyfriend material" Pinterest board to inspire his outfits 

Tries to meet your parents to impress you (and they end up loving him) 

Drops natural pick-up lines that Han wishes he could serve 

Super smooth; no nonsense 

Straight up will tell you that he likes you and if you reject him, he will try to win you over 

The flirty one who gets you flustered 

Wants to wow you with his fashion and hotness 

Would have a "boyfriend material" Pinterest board to inspire his outfits 

Tries to meet your parents to impress you (and they end up loving him) 

Drops natural pick-up lines that Han wishes he could serve 

Super smooth; no nonsense 

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[cryptomiracle]

what type of lover is sam winchester?

sam winchester x reader (fluff headcanons)

"Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Now this is an open-shut case

Guess I should've known from the look on your face

Every bait and switch was a work of art"

-willow by taylor swift

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WARNING(S)

I'm just on season 14 atm, but I took a break from watching it to focus on other things, so I apologize if his character is inaccurate.

gender neutral reader

this is my first time writing for supernatural, please be understanding of this

This is kinda short

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psychical touch

he's not very big on PDA, other than hand holding or a simple little peck on the cheek/hand every now and then.. but in private? this man cannot get enough.

If you're a night owl, he's the type to sit on the couch with his head laying on your lap at like 2 am, trying to fight off sleepiness just so he can be with you. when you two sleep together, he pulls you as close as humanly possible and sleeps with his face in the crook of your neck.

he's constantly showering you with kisses on your nose, on your mouth, on your cheeks, on your hand, you name it.

He's the type to kiss you goodbye, then pull you back into another kiss, and then another, and then another, until you have to psychically pull yourself away from him.

Sometimes when he gets spooked he'll involuntarily grab your hand.

Now don't get me wrong, he enjoys when you give him the same energy, he loves for you to comb your fingers through his hair, or when you wrap your arms around his arm when you two are walking around (it doesn't matter where you're going)

if you were to randomly walk up to him and hug him, he would literally melt into you, he would do all he could to prolong the hug as much as possible, just to stay in your embrace.

When you two are cuddling, he's a little spoon (I will die on this hill.)

love language

words of affirmation

This man is a poet when it comes to you, he will wake up in the morning and just start telling you the sweetest things you have ever heard.

he will quite literally have you swooning over him, and he means every bit of what he says.

Although I wouldn't call him an insecure person, you would have to return the favor, even if it's just little confirmation that you still love him.

He's constantly worried that his line of work would cause you to get hurt, or worse.. so you would have to remind him that you don't have any second thoughts, that you can take care of yourself and that you don't want to be with anyone else.

acts of service

He loves doing things for you, whether it's carrying your bags, or running you a bath.

he'll do things without you even having to ask.

if you show any interest in something in a store, consider it yours.

Quality time

hes fine with going out to a nice restaurant, but he's also okay with just having a homemade dinner with you. He's happy as long as he gets to spend time with you.

He's an okay cook. but he likes to cook with you, it's his favorite way to spend quality time with you

Sometimes though, he would rather go to a restaurant he enjoys seeing you get all dolled up, it makes his heart melt.

When y'all first started dating, he definitely had to ask dean for date ideas, but once y'all finally got fully secure in your relationship, he'd just ask you what you wanted to do.

He enjoys sitting at home and reading with you, or doing research on whatever case him and dean are working on at the moment.

He greatly appreciates if you help him with his research as well, if you were to find something before him, he'd compliment you and tell you how smart you were, & how much of a help you were to him.

He's just a little sweetie pie

(I love him so much YALL DON'T EVEN KNOWW)

fights

Honestly, fights with him aren't that bad.

He will let you vent out all of your emotions, but if he thinks you're being irrational he will let you know.

He does have a habit of storming into another room, or going quiet whenever he feels himself get genuinely angry, mainly because he doesn't wanna yell/blow up at you.

After he cools down, he will attempt to resolve whatever it was that caused the fight to begin with.

Oftentimes, he will try to avoid conflict with you all together.

I can just imagine the two of you fighting in front of dean and Castiel, and them just standing there like "🧍🏼‍♂️👀"

If it's a really bad fight, he'll need a little moment alone to settle down.

jealousy

imma give him a 4.5/10 on the jealousy scale.

He's secure enough in himself, and your relationship to where he doesn't feel jealous over little things.

but if somebody tests it, he will let it be known that you're his.

Like, if a cashier at a store were to flirt with you, despite him being right next to you he'll shoot them a confused yet humored look while sneaking his hand around your waist & pulling you closer.

what kind of lover is sam winchester?

overall, sam winchester is such a great lover his love is so bittersweet, kind, patient, and understanding. He's such a sweetheart ♡

[pipsqueakparker]

i'm writing a fic (it was not supposed to be as long as it's becoming) with millie & blitz that takes place right after western energy

yknow for maximum angst

but anyway so i rewatched the episode for Research purposes and this was the first time i caught this

i mean, first of all, love all the foreshadowing hidden amongst these like 2 second frames. but does that say 3 days?

im assuming that's a reminder notif for the meeting with oz in 'oops' - are you telling me that happened 3 days after he was nearly killed?

so this man rolls up to ozzie's, still freshly full of ptsd from his own assassination attempt, i'm sure. and then is there for the moment ozzie finds out his boyf has been abducted (just like stolas had been) and that also, it was the same fucking man.

also okay now that i'm here, can we just talk about not only the like reliving of trauma that just seeing striker probably did to stolas but also.

but also.

ozzie's reaction to fizz being kidnapped & threatened is, like, probably the exact reaction he wishes blitz had had. that's the response he wishes he could garner out of someone, but instead. his wife put the hit on him, and... no one cared, at least in his experience of it, i'm SURE that's how it felt.

like, yes, moxxie & millie came and saved him, and yes, blitz had such a valid reason to not be there. but if we're looking at it through stolas's eyes - the only thing that kept him from being fucking murked right then and there was stella calling it off. millie & moxxie got there after that, but if stella hadn't called would they have gotten there in time??

and i mean, striker sure did make a point to rub in how no one was coming for him. (and like then he got left on read while he was in the hospital! ouch!)

if stolas felt a little bitter while he watched ozzie fight to do whatever the fuck crimson wanted just to keep fizz safe... yeah, i wouldn't blame him. that fucking sucks. that. fucking. SUCKS.

this poor goddamn owl.

(and i'm not disparaging blitz at all with this before anyone reads it that way. this all started bc i'm writing a whole ass fic now from blitz's pov after the 'git bevver swoon' text, bc as someone with a lot of useless guilt in my soul, i love digging into characters and their guilt complexes)

[0tivez]

Out of topic but "geto apologist" is the funniest title i've seen all day 🤣🤣 anways. May i request an hc for gojo's crush being a blunt/natural flirt but not realizing that's she's flirting? Like in her pov she's just conversating like normal?

note: haha thank you anon! i will defend my man every day and every night. sorry it took a while to post this! this turned out more story like rather than headcanons, so heads up for that

characters: gojo

warnings: none, fluff

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⁜ oh he would be confused and pissed

⁜ even after a while he'd make it into a competition without you even knowing

⁜ so he just sits in his room, confused, thinking if you like him or not

⁜ i mean, gojo is also a natural flirt, but he wouldn't expect someone else to initiate that friendly flirting stuff

⁜ he thinks you love him or something and then the next day you're flirting with nanami and shoko too

⁜ but for some reason, it just doesn't register in his mind that you're unaware of this

⁜ so he'll flirt back

⁜ you greet him one morning. gojo approaches you and initiates a conversation to work his magic

⁜ he says "good mornin' sweetheart" as he inches closer to you

⁜ you look at him, smile and say "mornin" back carelessly

⁜ gojo is DUMBFOUNDED

⁜ he starts talking about something and as you're listening, you look him up and down, smile, nod, and flutter your eyelashes just like always

⁜ and for the first time in his life, gojo panics

⁜ he stutters, his voice shakes, he losts his train of thought

⁜ you stand there confused, "is everything okay?" you ask him

⁜ gojo looks at you with embarrassingly red cheeks and reply "y-yeah, must have been the c-coffee"

⁜ you raise an eyebrow and smirk. "but you don't drink coffee"

⁜ gojo widens his eyes at your low tone of voice, impressed more than he's willing to admit. he says goodbye and leaves

⁜ oh man he's PISSED

⁜ how dare you don't look affected by his flirting techniques? ones that are enough to make ladies swoon and leave him 500 messages

⁜ surely, you must have been doing it to get his attention

⁜ "two can play a game"

⁜ suddenly he starts buying you random gifts that "reminded him of you," bringing you lunch, making sure he makes subtle physichal contact with you whenever he has the chance to, just like he does with his friends

⁜ now you're confused

⁜ cause although you're not complaining, you're surprised at this sudden change of behavior

⁜ but you admit, you like the attention a little too much

⁜ and satoru enjoys spoiling you a little too much, more than he likes spoiling others

⁜ but when you ask him one day, "why?" gojo freezes

⁜ no really, why was he doing this? is it actually to compete with you or is he actually enjoying flirting with you?

⁜ "what do you mean why?" he replies

⁜ "you started buying me stuff, calling me sweet names overnight. are we in a relationship or something?" you jokingly ask

⁜ "well you're the one that started it!" he furrows his brows

⁜ you look at him confused. "huh? what do you mean i started it?"

⁜ "you've been flirting with me this whole time! and then you go around doing the same with others, i know you're trying to make me jelaous!" gojo says, not jealous one bit

⁜ your cheeks get red as your eyes open wide. "i'm not flirting with anyone!"

⁜ now you're both yelling

⁜ "what do you mean you're not? the..." gojo starts imitating you with exaggeration, it almost looks comical. he holds his hands together and brings them to his cheek as he flutters his long eyelashes non stop. "and the good morning baby, missed me?"

⁜ "nonsense! i'm just talking normally!" you defend yourself. "and i don't sound like that" you pout

⁜ gojo stands there dumbfounded, again

⁜ "wait, you weren't actually flirting?"

⁜ "no"

⁜ "but then-"

⁜ "i'm just talking. it's how i talk. does it... actually come off as flirting?"

⁜ "i mean..." gojo hesitates if he should tell you the truth or lie and comfort you

⁜ "fuck, am i easy?"

⁜ "no! no no, i mean, i do it too, do i look easy?"

⁜ you look at him, not wanting to answer. you both know the answer lol

⁜ gojo pouts his lips. "maybe we both are"

⁜ "shut up!" you smack his arm

⁜ silence

⁜ "but i did enjoy being spoiled" you finally confess

⁜ gojo laughs. "i enjoyed spoiling you"

⁜ you two look at each other

⁜ "what happens now?" you ask

⁜ gojo lookas around. "well, we're in too deep now, aren't we? we can't just randomly stop one day, people will notice"

⁜ "are you suggesting..."

⁜ "let's just act like nothing happened. you talk -not flirt, talk, and i respond the same way"

⁜ you smile at his offer. you're not going to question why he wants to continue play-flirting is it made him too annoyed, or if it meant something more, because hell, you loved having satoru's attention

⁜ "deal. i'll talk with you- not flirt, talk, and you respond" you reach your hand out, and satoru shakes it. you two nod at each other, and go on with your day

⁜ except it's not the same, is it? how can you go on knowing satoru felt intrigued by your gestures so much? how can you erase the image of him towering over you with a small box in his hands as he calls your name with his deep voice?

⁜ and him, how can he erase the image of you looking up at you with cheeks red from embarrassment, how shocked you were when he confronted you? how you asked him what are we? and how you knew he was flirting with you this whole time, and let him go on?

⁜ how long will you last before someone actually falls in love?

i don't know why but this CHALLANGED me. i became a rusty old woman. i need to step up my game

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 21 -> CH 22

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Jack woke up the next day feeling lighter. He felt like the group session really helped him get some of the toxic thoughts out of his brain and all he had on his mind today was asking Y/n out on a proper date.

"Today's the day Ace. Eat up buddy because I'm going to have to drop you at home before I head out." Ace wasn't paying any attention to Jack as he was scarfing down his food. Jack made sure to clean the house up in the event Y/n actually took him up on the offer of a date. He showered and even put on cologne. He felt like he was a complete newbie, as if he never tried to go out of his way to impress anyone before. It had been a long time since he's had remotely romantic feelings for anyone who wasn't Cleo so he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He dropped Ace off at the house before stopping off and grabbing a few things with some helpful suggestions by her mom. When he walked into the clinic, there was a short older woman sitting at the desk with a huge smile.

"Hi sweetheart! Who might you be looking for?" Her nametag read Joy.

"Hi Joy, I'm looking for Y/n. I believe she's a nurse here." Joy smiled at Jack, face lighting up as she looked him up and down.

"You must be Jack Thurlow, the cute neighbor!" Once she spoke, two other women behind the desk paused.

"This is THE Jack?"

"Oh he's so much cuter than she described."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope all the things she's told you are good things because I kind of want to ask her on a date and I'm kind nervous she'll say no." Jack explained as the three started making noises of disbelief.

"I'll fire her if she says no! She's been swooning about you forever now and we've been pushing her to ask you out since you seemed a bit...slow on the punch." Joy rolled her eyes playfully and Jack nodded.

"I've been a bit out of it lately and busy with my house renovating but I have the time to completely dedicate my attention to just her." Jack explained but before the gaggle of ladies could say more, Y/n appear from the hallway with a chart in her hand. She froze.

"Jack?" She said his name like she was scared something had happened but Joy stood up.

"Shame on you for not telling us how pretty this man is!" Joy scolded Y/n and she blushed.

"Look Y/n, he brought you flowers. You know yellow roses are a friendship flower right?" One of the other nurses spoke up.

"Yeah but she expressed they were her favorite." Jack explained earning a smile from Y/n.

"I also brought you coffee." He added holding it up. The women made noises of awe and Y/n sighed.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back to work ladies. I can take it from here." Y/n shooed the ladies away and Joy sat with her chin resting on her hand.

"Oh honey I work right here." She smirked as Y/n walked around the desk and pulled Jack by his elbow towards the empty waiting room.

"Sorry, I would have texted you but I wanted to surprise you." Jack held out the coffee and Y/n took it.

"I usually don't like surprises but this is a really nice one. I like this one." She sipped the coffee and closed her eyes with a sign of enjoyment. Jack had kept the receipt from when Y/n had brought him coffee just to memorize what she liked for breakfast. He thought it would be a useful thing to know if she ever stayed the night but this worked too.

"I dropped Ace at the house and your mom's day nurse said you were here covering someone's shift so I figured I would bring you a mid-day pick me up." Jack held out the flowers to her.

"These aren't from mom's garden...she'll be devastated." Y/n joked.

"Yeah well I figured having her cut me some flowers first thing in the morning wouldn't show much effort on my part." Jack laughed.

"You came all this way to brighten my day just because I let Ace stay the night?" She smirked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually, I came all this way to see if maybe you would consider having dinner with me tonight? Your mom's nurse already said she didn't mind working a double." Y/n couldn't help the grin on her face. He had gone through a lot of trouble just to ask her to dinner.

"I work until 10:00 tonight-" Joy cleared her throat catching their attention.

"I'm sure we can get you out of here by 9:15...9:30 at the latest." Joy mouthed a solid DO IT! to Y/n and Jack chuckled.

"You don't have to agree to it but you told me to wait until my head was clear and I woke up today feeling like a new person. I felt lighter and excited for the future. I also couldn't stop thinking about you." Jack stepped in closer to Y/n trying to have a somewhat private exchange with Y/n while the others watched on.

"No pressure-"

"I would love to." She smiled at him taking the flowers and holding them to her chest.

"Really? Great." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets not wanting to seem fidgety with excitement.

"I'm going to stop home and shower after work but I'll text you once I'm walking over." Y/n she put her free hand on his chest and Jack nodded in understanding.

"It's a date." He said patting her hand as it slid down his chest. He made sure to stop off at the desk before leaving.

"Joy, you're a sweetheart and my new favorite person. Never change." He grinned making Y/n laugh as he walked away. The women immediately began to bombard Y/n about Jack the moment he was out of ear shot but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was enjoying the coffee and roses that he had brought her that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

[isa-ghost]

I haven’t had the time to read amfmn yet because of life being life, but I’m incredibly excited to know that you also see the vision of the missa/etoiles dynamic 🙏 would it be too much to ask if you had any headcanons about them, maybe unrelated to amfmn? I am deeply endeared by tryhard magnet missa and the most dogboy coded character of the server etoiles and the hijinks they would get up to

YES.

So here's the post that started it all for anyone who didn't see.

ANYWAY here are more thoughts about them. These ARE canon to AMFMN, BUT as you asked, they're not about the plot of the story or anything like that. I headcanon Missa as a reaper in general (as many others do), not just as a fic thing. :]

It's not that Missa doesn't care about or use strategy like Etoiles, it's that his heart takes the wheel before his brain can in many cases, and therefore he frequently acts with little to no planning. No thoughts just Save His Loved Ones. In other words, in leisure time if he and Etoiles were to just. Sit down and talk strategy, plan something, etc? MWAH, chef's kiss. They're both as brilliant as they are powerful.

And they're both equally determined. Stubborn, if that's what you wanna call it. Missa will make anything his bitch for two reasons; (1) because it's for the people he loves & (2) because he'll be damned if he can't do this thing he really wants to do. Etoiles is the same way, but in addition to those two things, failure is just not an option to him, period. He'll keep at something even if it requires plans A through Z. You give them both the same goal? They will fuck up who and whatever is blocking the way to their goal.

In other words, I wouldn't call Missa a tryhard magnet. He IS a tryhard, he just doesn't have the (perhaps compulsive?) need to excell at everything like Etoiles.

Furthermore: Look at the way they both get when they DO fail. They beat themselves up, self-punish, and need a good while before they can shake off the loss. Though even once they do, they'll be quick to bring it up during similar situations in the future; be it to put themselves down, or to declare that they won't repeat that time again.

And a lot of what makes their dynamic and the way they put their heads together for something so enthralling is how Etoiles is an encyclopedia of combat, self-defense, and strategy and Missa has tons of unique life experience and psychological insight as a reaper. Not to mention most reapers are taught about the body's vulnerabilities and all that. In other words, Missa is an encyclopedia of where to hit and make it hurt, and Etoiles is the guy that knows how to make that hit hurt the worst and send the clearest message. Put their knowledge bases together? HOO. 😳

Missa is always wanting to get stronger, Etoiles is always scrounging for more knowledge that'll help him improve his performance in anything ever. In other words, calling back to the encyclopedias thing, they are 100% the Talks A Lot/Listens meme to each other (and it makes Phil swoon), they infodump to each other about the things they're most knowledgeable about because those things also happen to be exactly the kind of stuff they're always seeking out.

They both have a TEMPER. It's pretty hard to piss either of them off, but when something does? FUCK. God help you if you piss BOTH of them off. (Stares at the Federation and The Watcher and Ender King)

I am looking you in your cubito loving eyes and telling you these two are acrobatic as fuck. You put them up high, in midair, or on something bouncy? They fucking YEET. These two are so majestic in the air. They would divebomb you with every ounce of strength they've got and you would thank them. Can you IMAGINE them fighting Codes in the middle of the fucking air?? OUGH.

You can't tell me Etoiles wouldn't learn about reaper scythes and immediately start begging Missa to fight him with his entire reapussy because he thrives on fighting insanely strong opponents. He has an addiction to defying odds and going even further beyond. To fight a harbinger of DEATH?? Missa is like the finest cocaine to this man in the least shippy way possible.

Actually wait I'm cooking on that last bit, there's something about the concept of Etoiles being an aro king and Missa being someone who falls in love quickly.

I think they're also apologists for each other. Cucurucho is pissed at one of them and the other is like "your honor he simply got too silly. Your honor he was simply popping off."

I don't know what them doing parent stuff together with Chayanne & Pomme would look like but considering their kids are as determined as them to get stronger and protect their loved ones at all costs? It's either adorable because the kids are mini thems, or it's really fucking funny and chaotic because none of the four have a leash on them.

This one's probably the silliest of all so far but you cannot tell me Etoiles's gremlin ass wouldn't thrive on surprise attacking Missa bc Missa is so hilariously easy to startle. He gets to practice ambushing people and also Missa starts ranting at him in Spanish for being a bitch and he thinks it's funny.

Of all the duos you could make up of people on QI who each speak a different language, I feel like these two would use the translators the most. There'd rarely be English spoken between them, they'd stick to Spanish & French respectively and use the tech like it was intended.

Something something the angst of Etoiles slowly being corrupted by Code and Missa, being a reaper, is the only one on QI that can see/read souls and can see his soul changing or perhaps even dying the more Code he becomes.

[lethalchiralium]

Hello! I hope you are well and having a fantastic day!

Can you, if you're alright with it, make this a oneshot separately for Ghost, Soap, and König and how they would comfort their S/O in this scenario.

May this be an x Fem!Reader where the reason that Y/N joined the military was to get away from her abusive family, and when she first joins the force, she's very quiet and sticks to herself, obviously being shy around either one of the boys. Eventually, they both start talking, and once she gets comfortable around him, she turns into an extrovert and tells him many things with him lovingly listening to her.

Maybe she could also tell him about how, with her family, she couldn't tell them anything because she was either told not to talk or they wouldn't listen, in other words, shut her out. Making her feel like she couldn't talk to anyone.

(You don't have to write it if you don't want to.)

You’ll Understand One Day | John “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

a/n: i used artemis for this because she can be seen as you! i’m also sorry this took so long i got distracted (AGAIN)

warnings: vague mentions of neglect, abuse. cussing, soap being soap and having a crush

summary: Soap has a special interest in Laswell’s protégé, Artemis.

Soap would have never ever believed that she was this talkative when he first met her. He was never a man to go out and catch feelings, it was more like those feelings immediately grabbed him and put him in a chokehold - that’s exactly what happened because of her.

Laswell’s protégé, Artemis, was a force to be reckoned with. She had been lent to the 141 for extensive tactical training by Laswell, and when she stepped off the plane, Soap internally swooned - though he swore to himself never to tell her. He had walked up, shaken her hand and talked her ear off about the whole base.

It was very early on that all of the 141 noticed that she almost never spoke, only ever responded to orders and comms. If anyone tried to approach her, she’d back away like a scared dog. That put Soap off - what if she had a mission go wrong and she’s scared of attachment? What if her last team didn’t treat her well, that’s why she’s scared of him?

Tried to bump into her at the water fountain, she ducked away as soon as she noticed him. He even sent Gaz to talk to her for God’s sake, she scurried away like a mouse. The only person she didn’t run away from was Price, which was odd to Soap - almost everyone was scared of Price. His poor little heart thought she had heart eyes for Price, but oh, he was dead wrong.

He asked his Captain about the relationship, Price rolled his eyes and said that Artemis wasn’t used to being with a team that was like a family. She didn’t want Price to think she wasn’t capable of doing her job, so she was like his shadow.

Soap internally swiped the sweat off his brow, but he was still confused. Family problems? Artemis? No! She was too nice for that, too skittish, too good for that. He didn’t want to think about it, he didn’t want to believe it was real. So he made a point to get her to talk to him, no matter what it took.

He walked up to her at the water fountain and loudly asked her a question. “So, Arty, you know why the strawberry was cryin’?”

She looked bewildered, eyes widened and back straightened as if to make her look bigger, but it didn’t put Soap off.

“…No.”

“‘Cause he was in a jam!”

Her eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed. “Funny.”

“You like jokes then?” He smiled. “Price gets all his jokes off me, the bastard.”

She just stared at him.

He stared right back, his smile reached his eyes. “I hope you’re not stealin’ jokes from Price, you can just get’m from me!”

She nodded and walked away.

It took her only a couple more weeks for her to not move away from the fountain when he approached her, she was no longer like a scared deer at the shore of a lake - she only stared at him as he filled up his water bottle.

“Ya know why the coffee filed a police report?” He screwed the cap back on, his smile still huge. It’s like he couldn’t make it go away when she was around.

“No.”

“‘Cause it got mugged!” He chuckled, his smile got impossibly bigger.

There was a crack of a grin on her face as she spoke, “What’s the most terrifying word in nuclear physics?”

His eyebrows furrowed, raking his brain for an answer while still being shocked that she was talking to him. “Uh, dunnoe.”

“Oops.”

Soap let out a bark of laughter, almost dropping his water bottle. “S’good one, Arty!”

The smirk on her lips lit up his heart again, the infatuation only getting worse.

After that day, he’d seemed to find her everywhere. He used to spend hours looking for her, just to check on her, but never find her. It’s like she is making sure he sees her whenever she’s near - he smiles about it. He’s always smiling.

She approached him more, telling him jokes more often; that evolved into asking him questions about his life, his hobbies, his favorite gun to use. Soap was happy to oblige, babbling on and on about his large family and the trouble he used to get in as a ‘wee lad’. And at a certain point, something changed - she began to answer his questions. Soap was getting confused more often at what had opened, what had changed in her pretty little head for her to talk to him with more than the same ten words she had for months before.

It was a Saturday night in his Glasgow apartment when there was a knock at his door. The Glasgow Celtics game was on, he was pissed off that they were losing and texting his mom about it. She was sure to be watching, so he knew it wasn’t her at his door. His sister lived in Edinburgh, and was known for announcing her presence by calling him six different times on her way to Glasgow - it wasn’t her either. And it definitely wasn’t any of his team, he knew how almost everyone knocked.

He hopped over his couch, almost slipping on the hardwood because of his Celtics socks that he wore every game he watched. He was grumbling to himself, upset about the game, that it was almost over and that they were losing. He ran a hand through his mohawk, quick to grab his front door handle and pull it open, “This better be good-“

He shut his mouth, eyes wide as Artemis stood in front of him - soaked to the bone, eyes red and her dufflebag on her shoulder. He opened his mouth again, then shut it quickly. For a blabber mouth, as Price says, he did not have one word to say as she clenched the handle of her duffle.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” Were her first words, nervously teetering on her feet as she then sniffled. “I just- Ah, fuck,” One hand went up to her eyes, rubbing at them before continuing, “Can-Can I crash here?”

Soap was bewildered, to say the least. The girl he was pining over was at his door step, soaked and in tears, and he felt anger rise in his chest. Who would force her to walk in the rain? Who made her cry? Come to think of it, he never even asked if she had a boyfriend. Eejit, eejit, eejit! He was mentally kicking his own ass as he swallowed thickly, answering, “Y-Yeah, c’mon.”

He looked ridiculous, he remarked to himself, wearing a ratty 141 t-shirt with MACTAVISH on it and a pair of bleach stained Celtics sweatpants. He moved out of the way, but she had kneeled to untie her boots. He watched her, noticing that she had to have been in the rain for at least half an hour, since everything she wore was dripping water into the carpet of the hallway. As soon as she shucked off her boots, she walked in, setting them beside the door before standing up straight again. Soap hadn’t closed the door yet, still in shock that she was in front of him - in a soaked university sweatshirt he didn’t recognize and jeans. She glanced out the door before looking down at her clothes, then back up to Soap. “Could I use the shower? And some clothes?”

The Scot licked his lips as a way to try and wake him from his stupor, but it barely worked. “Down-Down th’ hall on th’ right, ah will git some clothes fer ya.”

She was gone then, walking down the hallway - leaving wet footprints since your socks were soaked too. All Soap could do was close his front door, lock it, and mentally kick himself in the ass. If he’d known you were coming, he would have at least brushed his teeth - and he remembered the pile of dirty laundry in his bathroom. He was going to stub his toe on purpose.

He heard the lock click on his bathroom and immediately jumped into action, moving towards his kitchen and putting away plates that had been clean for a few days, just sitting on the rack. He filled the kettle with water, placing it on his old stove and turning it on high. He then moved away, rushing to his living room and picking up his many empty bags of crisps. He threw them away before moving to his cramped laundry room next to the bathroom, hearing the water turn on as he opened the small cabinet he had to old sweatshirts and sweatpants, all of the sport and military merchandise type.

He grabbed one of his larger sweatshirts and a pair of sweats that he figured was close to her size, knowing that she probably would have felt more comfortable with him not seeing her body through his clothes she would wear. He wanted to respect her space. He turned off the light in his laundry room, noting that the shower had turned off as soon as he closed the door, he set the green and blue set of sweats in front of the bathroom. Soap then hightailed himself back to his kitchen, mind still flying thousands of miles a minute.

The kettle on his stove was beginning to whistle and he almost tripped on himself as he moved to the stove, pulling the well-loved kettle from the hot element to the cold one. He then opened his cabinets, grabbing a box of his best tea and two of his cleaner mugs. He settled them on the counter, putting the tea in the mugs just as he heard her open the bathroom door, before shutting it again. He took the mugs to his coffee table before making the smart decision to bring his small jar of sugar and his bottle of milk too, settling them on the table while he heard the door open for the final time. He looked back to his TV, trying not to seem like a creep and seeing that the Celtics were still losing. He heard her walk into the living room, he reached forwards and muted the TV as she sat on the opposite side of the couch.

“Made ya tea.” Soap looked to her, his heart pounded in his ears as he observed her in his clothes. H/C hair dropped water onto the sweatshirt as she reached forwards, putting sugar and milk in her mug.

“Thanks.” She murmured as she took the warm mug into her hands, taking a sip and sitting back. Soap wasn’t too worried about his own tea as he was why she was here.

“Do ye wanna talk about it?”

The look is her eyes almost confused Soap, she mumbled, “What?”

“Ye don’t hav’ tae talk about it if ye don’t wantae, I-I’m just curious as to how you even knew whaur I lived.”

“Ah. I-uh called Price.”

“Oh.”

She reached forwards and placed her mug down on the table, wiping her mouth before whispering a soft, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

He shook his head, settling his hands together and knitting his fingers. He was trying not to explode. To be honest, he had imagined her coming to his apartment on very different terms - after a date, maybe just a sleepover or just to hang out. Soap’s whole world was spinning; the girl he’s pined over for months is sitting in his apartment, crying, and he’s daydreaming over her. Get yerself together, yeh fockin’ muppet! “Uh-no! No, no- I wasn’t really doin’ anythin’.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Important. Anythin’ important, meh team was losin’ anyway.”

“Well, I just-“

Brrrrg! His phone began to ring on the coffee table next to the TV remote, his eyes glanced down to it, seeing that it was his sister. She stopped what she was saying, mumbling, “It’s okay, you can take the call.”

Soap took his phone in his hand, shutting it off before putting it back on his coffee table. If his sister really needed something she could call their dad. He looked back to Artemis, confused as to why she looked as if she was going to cry again. He reached his hand out to comfort her, she hesitantly took it. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?” She shook her head, hands going to her eyes as she sat back on the couch, clearly upset. He felt awkward then, not sure what he had done to make her cry. “Arty-“

“Thank you.” Her voice wavered as she laughed a little, leaning her head back as she wiped away her tears. “Thank you.”

“What’d I do?” Soap questioned again, curious.

She sniffled, settling against the arm of the couch as she whispered, “You just declined a call to listen to me.”

He blinked rapidly at you. Was she serious? “Well, yeh. I think whatever you say’s important.”

Her hands dug into her eyes, sniffling a little louder before her hands unceremoniously dropped to her legs. She then brought her feet up onto the couch, bringing her knees to her chest as she could rest her head on them - keeping her gorgeous face looking towards him.

His big Scottish heart felt like he was doing laps with Ghost, running as fast as he possibly could while Ghost barely broke a sweat. He almost condensed himself into remembering his first crush in primary school, how his heart beat so fast and so hard that he thought he was dying. His mum just laughed about it, telling him that he should never be scared of love.

“An-And if ya wanna talk about whatever happened, ‘m all ears. ‘Cause my ears are really big ‘n always have been, ever since I was a wee lad ‘n-“ He smacked his own hand over his mouth, the giggle that escaped her lips made his stomach do a flip. It was ethereal, like an angel had possessed her. No, he concluded, she is an angel. She’s Artemis, she’s Y/N. Y/N is an angel.

With her arms wrapped around her legs, she murmured, I-uh, my family doesn’t really like me. And they don’t really let me talk all the time… ‘n I just didn’t want to sit there and be silent for another week…”

Everything came crashing down.

How could they even dare to damage an angel like you? Your voice is the only thing I want to hear for the rest of my days, you’re so witty and smart and I will never deserve you. And I know for a fact that you don’t deserve them and they do not fucking deserve you.

“Well, you can say whatever you want to me. I’ll never shut ya up, but you might have to shut me up ‘cause I’m loud and obnoxious and I talk too much-“

“No, Johnny.” Her hand grabbed the one flailing about, her fingers pressed into his pulse point. “You’re perfect.”

For the first time in John MacTavish’s life, he was speechless.

———

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[feniminomnino]

"I love you."

The words leave Radovid's lips almost instinctively as they part from their kiss, but instead of regret, there is resolve in his eyes as he looks up into Jaskier's. The bard's own eyes widen at the sincerity, at the lack of fear, and at the insecurity that bubbles inside his chest.

It wouldn't be the first time that he lies to a lover, that he falsely returns those words to keep his lover's feelings safe in ignorant bliss, but this time Jaskier doesn't want to lie. It catches him off guard, but he doesn't blurt out the words just to make Radovid happy. He can't. He can't hurt him.

The moment lingers for too long and Radovid gives him a breathy chuckle as he turns his head down, clearly hurt and disappointed, but seemingly not discouraged from holding Jaskier.

"You know, it's alright if you don't. I prefer that you don't, if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to say it. Get it off my chest." The prince explains, with a kind, sweet smile that Jaskier knows to be sincere, even if it's also there to hide his hurt.

"I'm sorry..." Jaskier mutters, his eyes a bit glassy with emotion. Ironic that he's the one fighting back tears, but Radovid knows his reasons, and he leans in to kiss his forehead. This only causes Jaskier to break further, and lean into Radovid's arms to hold him tightly, then pull back to hold his face between his hands.

"I do care for you. Deeply. More than I've..." He cuts himself off, and shakes his head with an awkward laugh. "You'd think a poet would have better words for a moment like this." He continues self consciously, and Radovid laughs adoringly, shaking his head.

"I like this better. I like to know I take your wits away." He smirks, and Jaskier frowns with a smile, closing his eyes.

"I will tell you one day." He promises as he looks back up at him, staring into those terrifyingly loving eyes. "And you'll know for a fact that it's not a lie." Radovid only smiles and leans in to kiss Jaskier's lips softly. As they part, he brushes a strand of hair out of Jaskier's cheek and caresses his brow, while Jaskier can only close his eyes to feel it better.

"Lucky for you I'm a patient man. And not terribly jealous." At that, Jaskier's eyes bolt open and he looks at him with worry.

"It's not because of him." Jaskier explains hastily. "Well— Not like you think." There's a bit of a blush on Jaskier's cheeks as he speaks, and it seems to be enough to break a bit of tension that had built from Radovid's part. "I... I felt an unrequited, unwanted, unwilling love for most of my life. I got used to having lovers on the side to water it down, but it never really went away..."

"And now..?" Radovid asks, playing with an air of confidence that Jaskier knows is there to hide the fear underneath.

"It changed. My love is now that of a very old friend, but my heart... Is scared to open so readily again. I fear I don't even know how to love anymore."

Radovid pulls Jaskier down into a sweet hug, and the bard whimpers and holds him back tightly, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. "Then it's alright. I don't think anyone knows how to love. Let alone a drunk, messy prince like myself. That you're worried about giving me the right type of love speaks better about you than it does me." The prince jokes, and Jaskier finally smiles.

"I will say it one day. Soon. And you will swoon off your feet, I promise."

Radovid grins, and pulls Jaskier closer still. "Good."

[wetcatspellcaster]

First of all, thank you so much for all you do! Your work has gotten me through a really rough few weeks dealing with the first anniversary of my mom's death. I'm so excited every time I get an ao3 notification for one of your stories. ❤️

Also I'm a huge Buffy fan and your Ascended Astarion has such presouled-but-in-love-with-buffy Spike vibes I love it. Especially his not understanding why his super romantic gestures of murder and abduction are not working on the object of his affections. I love how frustrated and baffled Astarion is by Rose's refusals. "These things are the *height* of vampire wooing? how's she not swooning?? She must be playing hard to get."

Also every time they get into a physical altercation, it absolutely feels like it may end in building destroying sex. 😏

I did have a question about Astarion's expectations about Rose (which feel free not to answer if its spoilers or you dont feel like it). I know he dumped her after she wouldn't be turned by him post ritual but it seems like he's definitely spent years getting things ready to have her living with him since then with the custom bedrooms and the rose gardens. Did he expect her to come back on her own since then? even after telling her he basically wanted nothing to do with her?

Anyway this was long 😅 but thanks again for sharing your talent and imagination with us. good luck with your surgery! ❤️

Hello anon, thank you so much for messaging me. I use fic writing as a mental health lifeline (and guess what! I have also bereaved a parent in my time!) so I'm glad I can pay that comfort forward to you and anyone else, in some small form. I hope the anniversary and any related feelings that come up pass smoothly.

(also, Ascendent/Spike parallels are such a call out at the particular moment I am in drafting. I think my approach to souls in D&D is very coloured by what meaning they hold in BtVS).

To your question! I'll try to answer as best I can.

The initial reaction and break up is obvious dictated a little by canon, but in my version of events, it's also coloured by the violent/traumatic nature of the Ascendent's 'birth'. On the one hand, Ascended!Astarion is drunk on power and his first real sense of freedom, but on the other, it has come at a dramatic and awful cost that everyone around him witnessed and cannot deny. Also, not to spoil, but I have aligned my reading of the events with the fanon interpretation that a romanced Astarion justifies his desire for Ascendency through Tav, or fear of losing that relationship. So Rose's initial rejection causes a lot of anger and deliberate cruelty, because of the confusion and pain behind it: he did the Rite, partly for her, Rosalie watched him do the Rite and didn't stop him, and now? she's suddenly having second thoughts? When it's irreversible? When he's stuck here, now? And she refuses keep him company?

The anger and pain around that was real, I believe, and causes him to lash out. Hence, the break-up. Much with the way I write the Ascendent in all guises, he does an extremely stupid thing, then commits to the bit and doubles down. Oh, he's dumped her now? He kind of didn't mean to do that, but now he can't be desperate and take it back, so he has to lean in and pretend that was what intended to do all along, etc.

Then she leaves for real? Well, fuck her. He didn't need her anyway - that's why he dumped her, after all. Nothing to do with the trauma, or his mistakes. So then, he commits to the bit, twicefold. He leans in further. Starts to perform the exact life he'd said he'd have without her. Gets new friends, new lovers, an underground network of power, etc. That takes a few years.

Oh. Wait. Why does none of this feel good? Why does it all feel awful???Must be because his girlfriend, the one he did this all for, isn't here (and who's fault was that again? by this point, he's forgotten).

But pride is still a major factor in the way the Ascendent conducts himself, and he can't go to her - he can't look desperate, or unhappy, or like he regrets his decisions. I've used this in a justification of why he never sought her out in places he couldn't pretend he found her by chance, even though he can smell her blood and knows she goes to Waterdeep - he can't be the one to go to her. And she must be miserable, right? He is. So he starts to engineer things for her return, because she'll be the one to cave first, and besides, he's got eternity anyway. He's so patient (lol).

And then, inevitably, when Rosalie continues living her life avoiding him, he's like "welp. I can't go to her (pride), and she isn't coming to me. Time to make her come to me (murderous intent)" and that's how he kills a ballroom full of people. He genuinely thinks what's keeping them apart is the distance, not the element of choice (because. um. we've seen what he thinks of free will). He believes that once they're in the same room together, it'll be impossible for her to resist. He can charm her. He did it once before. And he's not sad or conflicted about it this time. And he's the same person, right?

[author laughs in REDACTED]

So basically, his expectation of Rose was that she would be the one to break first. They both love each other, and she's a nice person. She's the bleeding heart. She's the one who was seduced the first time round.

When none of that happens, he decides to engineer the same set of circumstances in a lab, assuming that forcing her into returning will have the same outcome as her choosing to return (you may notice a pattern of behaviour emerging). So once the Ascendent has created forced proximity and given himself the chance to seduce Tav all over again, he's certain he'll win, because he knows the playbook, and it worked on them, and since he Ascended he's had proof it works on everyone else.

But unfortunately, a successful romance in this scenario relies on Ascended!Astarion not being awful, for 5 minutes which... um.... he hasn't achieved once in this fic, not once.

[sunihae404]

My thoughts on all the Ultimates on Project: Eden's garden

Beware of spoilers!

Eva Tsunaka: It put me off how easily she stated her intentions. I mean, if I had to fake being asleep to see if the person in front of me was an enemy or a friend, I wouldn't tell them in their face... I feel like it's unnecessary and antagonizing yourself on purpose. If I didn't know that she was the Ultimate Liar, I totally would've thought she was the Ultimate Detective! She's pretty good at pointing and figuring things out, and even theorizing without fearing anything (at least she was thinking of something). Maybe she lied about her talent? Who knows. She seems like the type to survive the Killing Game, or the victim.

I think it would be really awkward if I met her, with the whole "I faked being asleep to know if you were an enemy or not". Idk I just thought you were pretty and wanted to talk to you... My brain does not have the capacity to understand your smart theories.

Damon Maitsu: I keep spelling his name "Daimon Matsu". I think his design is pretty cute! He's your average Makoto or Hajime, but he's full of himself, which is pretty surprising. He comes across as a snarky little brat! Can't wait to know if they're going to knock some sense into him and that he's not superior to anyone... Looks like he would be the blackened or the survivor, to be fair.

He scares me. I would run away IMMEDIATELY. He's cute (literally everyone's is so attractive?? what the hell) but he's SO JUDGMENTAL. And rude. My boy Kai did not deserve this treatment when you first saw him.

Note: I thought it was interesting that in the end of the class trial, when they asked him what use was for his talent, he seemed to doubt. Normally, I would've expected him to be enraged (like he usually does), but he seemed to get nervous for a second. He seems to get really angry whenever Cassidy calls him "Bargain Bin Lawyer" (lmfao). Maybe the reason he's acts superior is that he's been told that being a Debater is useless and Damon wants to prove them wrong, working hard to be with the "elite".

Note 2: For some reason, Damon cursing confused me. I was like: He... Can curse? Is that allowed?

Note 2: He's got no right to be this funny. Some favorite quotes (or mental monologue) from this guy:

"This was where that loud golfer girl -- Grace -- woke up. It would've been funnier if she was shoved into a refrigerator instead."

"One time I bought a spaghetti factory and donated it to a public school. Those kids will never have to pay for lunch again!" "They've probably gotten sick of eating pasta every day."

Toshiko Kayura: She's adorable. Everyone was literally so rude when they first saw her wtf (Except Wolfgang. That guy's an angel). It just confuses me where did she get the lock? Not much said, she seems like she would be a victim.

The Ultimate Matchmaker sounds like such an interesting talent, though! Her design is also really pretty I love the dress and the fans. I'm not sure if the Killing Game will have something related to her talent, but I really doubt it... She should set me up with someone.

Wolfgang Akire: He is so cool. Such a gentleman. Literally the only sane person in this place. I would break my neck to look at him, not because I would swoon like a fangirl but because that guy is tall af.

But Wolfgang being a blackened would be really cool. He seems to have very strong morals about not killing anyone and he made that clear, but I would die to see him going apeshit as he's being discovered to be the blackened. Also, I read that the sheep pin thing could be a symbolism of Wolf in Sheep's clothing, and his name has the word "wolf"... I am seeing Wolfgang being a blackened and everyone trusting him rather than Damon, leading everyone to their almost imminent death, everyone hating on Damon despite solving the case and Wolfgang being the blackened.

That would be really funny.

Very gentleman behavior. He could very well have a weapon in his hands and I wouldn't think he's doing anything wrong. He seems like a trustworthy and approachable person, the only intimidating thing is his height.

Note: Thought it was funny that Wolfgang had a specific voiced line chastising Grace.

Grace Madison: For someone with pastel colors and representing a bunny, she sure is aggressive. Aren't bunnies supposed to be a social and cute creature? Maybe she has a softer side? I don't see it really possible, given how she acts. I'm gonna guess that she will be a victim.

She's got a mean smile. She's pretty but she scares me. Run away immediately upon seeing her.

Eloise Turner: Pretty, shy, adorable! She seems to have a good relationship with her mother, which is wow! Haven't seen one of those in a long time! Not intimidating at all, would steal her swan pin because it's pretty but she would probably see it coming so that's a no-go. I think she would be a survivor! I thought that she would become a blackened to get home with her mother, but she seems such a gentle soul that I can't think of anything but her being the survivor of the Killing Game. Hopefully she becomes more confident in herself in the future!

Desmond Hall: He seems a very chill dude, very cool and got a very nice vibe. Would vibe with him. One of the few that seems sane. Despite that, he looks like he would become the blackened on accident. And then he would panic and try to hide the crime scene.

Doesn't seem intimidating until I know he's the Ultimate Marksman.

Ulysses Wilhelm: Ohh, note-taking about other people! I would love doing that, but it scares me knowing that someone might find my notes and my opinions about them-It's a risk I don't want to take. He looks like he would become the victim. The guy literally falls asleep standing, anyone can kill him that way.

Y'know what would be funny? Him falling asleep and at the exact moment someone is murdering someone else. And then waking up and is confused about why the hell there's a dead body in front of him, and everyone blaming him.

Note 1:

"Those who fail to learn history are doomed to… sound stupid when arguing on the internet." Ulysses you are so right and wise.

"That's not how the saying goes."

"It isn't, but I updated it to coincide with more modern values… I thought it was funny." And it was. Eva just got no humor.

"Humor is subjective." Shut the fuck up Damon.

Kai Monteago: He's really cute! Adorable, would squish. Why is everyone so mean to him?? Looks like he would become either the victim or the blackened. He just would not survive the Killing Game.

Note 1: GRACE CALLING HIM "CANCER OF THE INTERNET" TOOK ME OUT. I think they would bicker with each other in the Killing Game and I am all for it.

Note 2: Dream?

Diana Venicia: She looks kinda fake. She seems kinda smart, too! She must be hiding something, I don't know what it is, but I SWEAR she has some dirt and she will become the blackened, that's my prediction.

She seems nice and all, but I don't trust her. She kinda scares me? Just a theory, but maybe because she was with the group of "popular girls". I think she could be secretly manipulative and got with the popular niche to get through high school.

Jett Dawson: +100 likability for calling Damon a shrimp when they first met. Easily cool, very funny and seems genuine. I think he would be a victim, but I easily see him having a blackened execution... Just without being the blackened part. I will cry if he becomes the blackened.

Would vibe with him, but his energy would tire me out quickly. The only thing intimidating is his suit, it just looks stuffy and he kinda looks like an armed soldier.

Mark Berskii: He looks so dead inside! When he started saying that his music was bad I remember saying out loud: "Oh, he's insecure!"

I love his design! And the headphones die a little whenever he dies a little, which is a very cool detail! He seems like he would become a victim. I don't know what people say about him, but he looks like he would be popular in the fandom... Very squishable and chompy.

While I think he's got good vibes and he would be really nice to talk to, he just seems like someone deadly awkward to talk with.

Cassidy Amber: They nailed the streamer and influencer bit with both Cassidy and Kai. Everyone kept going after their subs, help 💀.

Note 1: I thought it was helpful when Cassidy revealed the stepladder! And I thought that she would tell Damon off being like: "I told you that the ladder was useful" or something along the lines, but surprisingly, she didn't.

Note 2: Mr Beast.

Wenona: Seems very confident and badass! Her voice is cool af. After Cassidy's line about her hatred of billionaires I immediately predicted that they're going to argue a lot between them. She's going to become the blackened, I can smell it.

Note 1:

"I knew the end education sector had low standards, but… Are they just handing out titles to anyone who asks?"

"Wha… The hell is your damage?" Damon you hypocrite bitch you were thinking the same thing.

Ingrid Grimwall: Ultimate Blacksmith? More like Ultimate Mother. She just seems like she would be a good mother. Desmond and Ingrid arguing about what's the superior weapon was took me out I did not see it coming. She would be a victim, but I think it would be hard, given her athletic physique.

Jean Delamer: I was so confused when I first saw him. I out loud said "what the fuck" in his introduction. I mean he sounds funny? He looks like a stereotypical pirate, are you sure that wearing whatever he's wearing would be useful for being the Ultimate Ship Captain? He looks like he would become the blackened.

Other than that, he sounds really cool to hang out with! Would vibe despite my initial wtf phase.

[hunter-sylvester]

How do you feel about people shipping Kevin, Hunter, and Emily together? Like a polyamorous relationship.

Hey, Anon 🤘

I won't lie, Polyflower is not for me. (Polyflower = Kevin/Hunter/Emily as a couple. At least that's what I've seen some people call it and it made sense to me so it's what I call it too.)

As for how I feel about other people shipping it? I don't really care. I would never want to tell other people what they can and cannot ship. It's all live and let live as far as I'm concerned.

It's also not as much of an "ick" for me as some things are, but I do tend to avoid fics that have polyflower in them because I just don't personally enjoy it.

I wouldn't typically focus on the stuff I don't like but since you asked I'll briefly mention where my hangups are.

I do want to stress that this is all my personal hangups/opinion. I am not trying to shit on what anybody else likes.

So there's mainly two points where it misses for me.

Point 1: I don't see the attraction between Hunter & Emily. At all. I tend to hc him as gay but even if I hc him as multisexual in some way, I just can't see it working with Emily. (I know the ship is about all 3 of them but the Hunter/Emily part is where I have the issue if that makes sense. Like regardless of Kevin, I can't see the other two being into each other.)

I think I've seen some people point to this moment as showing there being something from Hunter towards Emily:

Which like...I almost get it but not quite?? It could just be my bias because I see it in his eyes when he looks at Kevin but here I just ultimately do not. I think he's looking at her like: "damn, she looks badass." And she does. She looks cool. In my opinion he's impressed by her but not like...swooning or anything, you know?

Altho don't get me started on people interpreting THIS look as attraction. I do think that's a little silly, personally. He's got nothing but contempt in his eyes here imo

Boy is grinding his teeth in quiet disdain. We can see the start of a fucking sneer. The camera cuts to Emily and when it cuts back to Hunter THIS is the face he's making:

Like idk about other people but that's not a look I'd give someone I'm in any way into.

But even if we put what Hunter would want aside...I can't see Emily being into him either?? It just doesn't mesh for me. Not in that way at least.

Like I can see them being close, for sure. Some of the WIPs I'm working on involve more of Hunter & Emily's friendship post-canon, like more stuff about them all as a band. And I can see them having a relationship that is close and involves like hugging and stuff like the occasional forehead kiss or something but it'd never be romantic to me.

It fundamentally just doesn't click for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Point 2: This is the one I really don't want anyone to misunderstand. Because it is not in any way something that applies to my thoughts or feelings on what anyone else does in their real life. Like when I say something doesn't appeal to me or I don't 'get' it, that's just a personal thing. It doesn't mean I think it's in any way bad or silly or whatever. IRL or in fandom. This is just my personal preference.

Group-relationship style polyamory doesn't appeal to me.

Like, polyamory actually does appeal to me, but just not in that way?? I like the concept of having multiple 1 on 1 relationships at the same time if that makes sense??

But on a core personal level I don't get the appeal of 1 relationship consisting of 3+ people. I don't know WHY it doesn't click for me but it just doesn't.

So it doesn't really appeal to me to read or write about it either.

TL;DR: While it's definitely not for me, I really don't care if other people like it & ship it. We all like what we like and don't what we don't. It's just not something I've really been interested in exploring myself.

Thank you for asking, Anon 🤘