#and he really does make her comfort and joys his own bc she gives him all that too

[taegularities]

cmi jk : is oc ' the one ' ??

"is she the one, you ask?"

jungkook's eyelids lower, pupils wandering to his hands. his fingers fiddle with his jewellery as his thoughts drift back to last night.

to the very moment he returned to the bedroom after his shower, finding you laying on your back — staring up. your hands rested under your chest, wrapped around a remote control.

and your legs; they were bent and swaying a little — eyes fixated on the night sky that the lamp he gifted you projected to the ceiling. you looked sweet, calm like that; at utter peace. enjoying the stars and nebulae in hushed comfort.

there are beaches near the countryside; quietly, gently, he promised to himself that one day, he'd take you there. show you the universe in all its glory, watch the joy spread around your lips, keep the serenity intact because you deserve it.

because he wants to keep you wrapped in it until the end.

he smiles. trying to think of whatever the future may consist of, his mind remains blank — only you pop up. and — maybe that's answer enough.

[prncssie]

miffy’s note this is something i wrote for kuna a while back and discovered i actually struggle to write him rn so this never got finished but im posting it as is bc this concept will probably never get finished pfft. enjoy her as is c: nothing really happens but mdni as always

nighttime in the summer is a little sweeter than the rest of the year. the stars glimmer brighter, the air feels more crisp, even the moon is illuminated with such a shine you kept help but admire her from miles below.

nighttime in the summer is meant times like these, providing you a sense of safety while you enjoy your youthfulness while you can.

you lean against the silver porsche cayman, sitting idle in the mall parking lot. the owner, pink-haired and bubbly, stands in eyesight, sparking up a conversation excitedly with his friend — a brooding dark haired man you’ve come to learn is megumi.

you can only hear bits and pieces of their conversation over the engines revving around you but nevertheless, their friendship is the same, with yuji excitedly waving his hands to display his thrill and megumi casting him sideways glances. despite the annoyed disposition he gives off, everyone knows he doesn’t really mind. if anything, megumi just considers most people a general inconvenience.

“has anyone ever told you you talk too much?” megumi asks with an unconvincing roll of his eyes. the slight lift of the corners of his mouth give him away as he begins to walk towards you, hands tucked in the pockets of his black shorts, soft and cottony.

it does nothing to deter yuji who just grins, trailing behind him. glint brown eyes glimmer with joy, no matter that he’s being chastised by his own friend. “just you, all the time. you’re such a good friend, megumi. i value our friendship so much.”

megumi pauses midstep to turn and face the other. his eyes are narrowed into slits and he just stands there as the seconds pass, glaring silently. he considered slapping his hand against yuji’s chest but he doesn’t. he simply clicks his tongue and makes his way towards you, grumbling under his breath.

“i’m getting bored,” you say with a huff. your arms are crossed tightly across your chest as a symbol of your protests. “you guys told me it would be fun and i believed you because you never agree on anything.”

“it will be fun. it’s fun right now but you’re standing here guarding my car instead of doing anything else.” yuji positions himself beside you. he gets a view of the parking lot, full of modded cars blowing hazy exhaust smoke into the night sky.

it was his idea to attend a local car meet and him who first sent the invitation your way. you were only enticed to attend when the rest of your friends agreed to join, as well. frankly, it’s not really your thing to leave the comfort of your home and watch cars do donuts, screeching and leaving skid marks all over the road.

it may be entertaining but it’s not your thing.

“what if your car gets stolen? you’re gonna wish i was here guarding it.”

“no one wants his shitbox. i can promise you that,” the black-haired man snickers. he eyes the cayman with faux disdain.

“don’t be upset my car is better than yours, megs. not everyone can be as good as me.” yuji clamps his hand down on megumi’s shoulder, patting the lean muscles sympathetically.

you think their friendship is strange, often flip-flopping between enemies to acquaintances to besties. if you didn’t know any better, the thought of them being related could have crossed your mind. you know better, though, having already met his brother before. “where’s sukuna?”

yuji shrugs, glancing around the strangers that mill between cars. “i dunno. he’s somewhere. he rode his bike here so he’s probably riding around somewhere.”

“and nobara?”

this time, you both turn to megumi — the one who was in charge of bringing her here as yuji has done for you.

“i’m not her babysitter. i don’t fuckin’ know. maybe she found some guy to french kiss or something. that’s not my business.” megumi gives a small shake of his head. he’s not open to having this conversation; there’s no point. what she does in her free time has nothing to do with him.

this time, you find yourself giggle lightly. it’s drowned out by the growing vibrato of an engine rolling up to approach the three of you. it brings a breeze with it, sparking goosebumps to rise across your skin.

with the season heightening the nighttime temperature, it’s warm enough that you’re able to wear a sleek, athletic skirt. it’s dark gray material is smooth against the tops of your thighs and is accompanied with a tiny pair of shorts attached to the inside, necessary when you consider the short length. you paired it with a thick-strapped camisole, scented with a flowery perfume the wafts through the air when you walk by. you have yet to get hit with a sudden chill since you’ve stepped out of yuji’s car. after all, he enjoys blasting the ac in tandem with the volume of the radio, blasting j. cole through the speakers connected to his phone through airplay.

“i drove around for ten minutes looking for you brats.” a motorcycle comes to a smooth stop a few feet away, humming its gas away. the driver, decked out in gear, wraps a gloved hand around the helmet and tugs it off. his voice is muffled behind the layers of plastic and kevlar.

still, its familiar and your suspicions are confirmed when you spot the same pink hair of the younger itadori, the one who’s standing by your side now. you still remember the day sukuna and yuji dyed their hair after a drunken promise they were forced to uphold at the threat of being called a pussy for months to come. it was recent, merely a few weeks ago.

sukuna has his own genetic differences, though. while the two could be a splitting image, there’s little things that set them apart. yuji, having only recently turned twenty, looks more boyish with rounder eyes and a perma-smile. on the otherhand, sukuna has a much sharper jawline.

the angles of his face are more prominent, giving him a stronger bone structure. his eyes are slimmer and sometimes glint with a color so brown, they almost appear red. when he smiles, it appears like a smirk, with white incisors poking over the bottom of his pillow soft, pink lips.

your stomach twists and turns under the surface.

“have you seen nobara?” yuji tilts his head with his question. his hair, grown out from his last haircut, flops over the tops of his scalp until its waving on the opposite side. “we were just talking about how we don’t know where she is.”

sukuna furrows a brow. he breaks his eye contact temporarily to push the kickstand down and turn his bike off. “no . . .? i’m not looking for that girl.” he swings his leg over the seat of his bike. a thick, black boot makes contact with the asphalt with a weighty thump.

“her lo’ says she’s here.” megumi jumps into the conversation, flashing the bright screen of his phone to display the “find my” app. surely enough, nobara’s silly sleeping face — eyes closed and mouth hanging wide open — is hovering over the same lot you three stand in now.

“then she’s here.” sukuna barks out, that smile-smirk gracing his lips. “fuck are we waiting for?” his eyes find their way to yours and you’re convinced they taunt you, a breath hitching in your throat. every time sukuna comes around, it always gets harder for you breathe.

you’ve known sukuna for a few years now — yuji, megumi, and nobara too. you’ve even come to meet the itadori siblings half brother, choso, who really only

comes around on big holidays due to strain between their parents, to which of neither of their faults.

five years ago, when you first moved to the rolling hills of the suburbs, nobara was the friend you made but not the first person you met. megumi was the first person you met in your accelerated history class but he didn’t come off that welcoming. it wasn’t until nobara introduced you into the long-standing friend group that he even became open to the idea of accepting you into his general circle.

somewhere along the line, after months of establishing a friendship with yuji and spending time after school at his house, you met sukuna, the slightly older brother who could be described as a bit rude and blunt, slightly abrasive. sukuna never had a filter and he speaks as he sees it, through his world view. you suppose it’s that harsh demeanor that draws you to him out of curiosity.

“ ☆ said she’s bored so we were going to race. cops are about to be called anyway; we’re making so much noise.” yuji pulls his car keys out of his pocket and click the little unlock button. behind you, the cylindrical latch jumps up with a shick!

“we are?” megumi reels his head back in confusion but his question falls on deaf ears because you’re asking a question too, with more purpose, whipping your head to stare at yuji.

you look suddenly frightened, eyes widens dan mouth hanging open, gobsmacked. there’s a small twinge of fear that sparks in the base of your warm tummy. “who is about to be called?” you stand on your feet, solid in the fresh white new balances.

you can’t afford that, the three of them know that. your future holds too much to risk, with another year wt your prestigious college approaching at the summer months dwindle away. you’ve never had so much of a blemish on your file in school. you’d never be open to committing a crime in public and sending an infraction to be documented in a report.

you’re convinced your internship would be flushed down the drain if you get even a minor infraction, not to mention the pushback from your parents. though you, yourself, are twenty years old and only return home for the summer, you can only imagine what they’d have to say.

sukuna clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes. he’s always been a little sassy like that, angling his head in the direction of his yamaha. “relax, princess. if you’re so worried ‘bout your daddy finding out, ride with me. no chance they’re catching me and i don’t have any tags.”

you’re unconvinced, squinting your eyes at the two seater. your attention bounces between the bike and sukuna, wrapped safely in the safety of stiff fabrics to protect him from any possible accidents, breathable enough for him to move comfortably. “i don’t have a helmet, sukuna.”

“i do,” yuji shifts his car keys in his hand until his thumb skims across the smooth depiction of the trunk of his car. the keys jingle around the ring, once silver and tarnished after months of use.

he pops his trunk open and round the back until he’s standing at the tail of the silver caymen, peering into the squared space. yuji plants his hands on his hips and scans the mess, glancing over discarded papers, shoes he’s been meaning to take out for months, and other junk that’s been collected from friends throughout the weeks. “there should be one in here. i keep a spare on me.”

“it might be too big, though. your head is like . . . huge. i don’t know how you’re still so stupid with a bobble head on your shoulders.” megumi chortles. a tanned nike makes contact with a pebble and it goes skittering along a thick white line and disappears beneath yuji’s two-seater.

“it’s sukuna’s, you goof.” yuji’s voice maintains that lightness he always has, reaching into the upper layer of his trunk to dig around. he pulls down a few jackets, nobara’s blanket, and a purple hair tie.

underneath the layers and layers of multicolored fabric lays another helmet, white in color and just as shiny as the one sukuna sports now. it’s a bit more dinged up, covered in scratches and scuffs from being tossed around.

“oh, you got nothing to say because it’s mine now, right?” sukuna raises an amused brow. these days, he’s taken a bit of a liking to megumi, having grown some version of twisted brotherly love that makes him push and push at his buttons, knowing megumi wouldn’t fight back. he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair. anyone fighting sukuna is predestined to a losing battle.

megumi knows this, lifting and dropping his shoulders in a careless shrug. “whatever. i’m going to go look for nobara since obviously, no one else cares.”

you can’t help but snort. “don’t pussy out, megu. you were the one who said you’re not her babysitter and now you wanna look for her.”

he casts you a glare on his way out, prolonging his gaze over his shoulder as he turns, digging the heel of his shoe into the black asphalt. “piss off,” he spits out before wandering away with purpose.

small giggles escape the plump gates of your lips as the man’s shadow disappears into the crowd, hazy and cheering as cars race by, occasionally accompanied by a motorcycle or two. it all reminds you of your original conquest, turning your attention to yuji, and just in time too, because he’s tossing the white helmet in your direction without warning.

“yuji, what the fuck?” you’re lucky that you acted fast, even if your fingers fumble clumsily to maintain a firm grip. “you could have said something. were you just going to let it hit me?”

yuji raises his hands apologetically. under the streetlights, his cheeks brighten with a subtle rosy glow. his wordless apology isn’t enough, though, and you’re prepared to scold him some more but sukuna beats you to it, sighing obnoxiously.

“quit your fussing, put the damn thing on, and let’s go. i don’t have all night and i haven’t done shit since i got here.” he takes the initiative to walk up to you and pull it over your head himself. he doesn’t have time to hear you wail and cry about how you don’t know how to do it, how you don’t appreciate how he’s talking to you, or whatever else your princess brain could come up with.

he supposes that’s the side effect that comes with growing up upper middle class, being so accustomed to living the plush and comfortable life that you feel every little thing is an injustice to you. after all, your mom works as a dentist and your dad a physical therapist.

for as long as you can remember, every wish and whim of yours has been granted. your parents went as far as enrolling you in the expensive, competitive dance classes. you spent many weekends at friend’s houses, sleeping over and riding with them to and from competitions when your parents weren’t able to take you themselves. on top of that, you’ve always attended the best private schools your parents could afford, leading you to a gateway of open doors and opportunities you would have otherwise missed out on. you’re a spoiled little thing; sukuna supposes that’s what draws him into you, a sort of fascination, a morbid curiosity.

your grumbles become muffled behind the thick layer of polycarbonate and sukuna smiles. finally, peace. “hey brat,” he turns to his brother — who’s playfully shaking his head, slamming the hood of his trunk shut — “stick with fushiguro. he ain’t smart, either. last thing we need is the both of ‘em locked up overnight. i don’t have the funds to get ‘em out.”

the younger itadori, much better at complying with directions, shakes the mop of hair on his head and tucks his hands in his pockets. “okay fine, i guess. i’ll text you later if something happens and meet you somewhere, i guess.” nevertheless and despite his slight complaint, yuji gets settled into his car and rolls away, headlights illuminating thin clouds of smoke.

all that’s left is you and sukuna, standing in front of each other. for a moment, you consider this could be a sweet sentiment. that is until he knocks the palm of his hand against your helmet, sending your head off balance and derailing what coordination you did have.

“sukuna.” you grit your teeth and deliver a similar blow to his helmet. it lacks the similar strength and yet, his eyes flash with annoyance.

“hit me again and i’ll kill you. do you want a lose helmet or do you want to keep your head.”

you scowl, invisible behind the dark tint. you say nothing in return, partly because your voice is exhausted from having to yell just to be heard. the other part is because arguing with him is pointless. so you just huff, brush past him, and stand by his bike until he’s ready, signifying you’re going to drop the conversation and move on to more important things. what a dick, he is.

you aren’t entirely sure how it happened. one moment you’re sitting on the back of sukuna’s bike, arms wrapped around his waist and pressing your chest against his back. he drives around at much slower speeds than he usually would, for your sake. he takes a few laps around the crowd and occasionally kicks you off to showcase his skills, throwing his weight to the edge of his seat and lifting the front wheel of his bike. this particular part trick gets cheers from the crowd that only encourages his behavior and sends pleasant adrenaline coursing through his vein.

ten minutes later, you’re still off sukuna’s bike but hidden within the empty courtyard of the mall. you’re still under the moonlight, yet no one has bothered to come this far, not interested in the empty marble fountain or the metal seating, all placed strategically on the pavement. your butt is firmly planted on the metal table. the black paint still stands strong against the forces of nature.

your legs are pulled apart to make room for the figure in between you and then some, with calloused hands gently circling around your joints. it’s surprising when you think about the contrast in the way he kisses you, hard and with a fervent hunger. he doesn’t even have to hold your head against his because you’re doing the work for him, looping your arms around sukuna’s neck.

it was inevitable that you’d both end up thisp way, after all the tension was palpable between you. once everyone else left you in the company of each other, your fates were set in stone. plus, there is always something so intoxicating about being with each other this way, bantering or barely talking in front of the group but sneaking off to have secret escapades, much like this one.

you couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times you’ve locked lips with sukuna when no one else was around and if you were lucky, it would venture into something more. now though, you’re outside so the only thing you really can do is kiss each other, connected by strings of saliva.

it started off plain and simple but that didn’t last very long. it only takes a few seconds for the need to take over and sukuna ends up sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. he nibbles on the skin, pulling it back and releasing it. it bounces back into place with a soft juggle, interrupted by the onslaught press sukuna’s lips against yours again.

you’re a whining mess, the heated region between your thighs craving more, wanting his touch. yet, you can’t have it and you know it. there’s too much that could go wrong and if sukuna was going to touch you, then he was going to fuck. it would have an ending, an orgasm from at least one of you that isn’t promised in such an unstable and risqué situation.

“ ‘kuna,” you keen against the soft pads of his pink lips. your eyes flutter in tandem with you cunt, gaping for any friction available.

it’s so funny to him how that switch flips somewhere in your brain that makes you so pliant and only with him. you look at him to make all your decisions, handing over your autonomy and placing it in his hands. when you want something, he can tell. you look at him with a certain glint in your blown out, brown eyes. your mouthiness suddenly halts and you plead in that tone.

“don’t start,” he shushes you by sticking his tongue down your throat, swirling the wet muscle around the cavern of your mouth. your spit combines in a sloppy mess that just barely gathers in the corners of your mouth. “i don’t wanna hear it. don’t ask me shit.”

you frown but it doesn’t last very long, not when sukuna takes your chin between his fingers and lifts your head. his lips make contact with your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there, too. it makes you gasp with a twitch and sukuna offers his apologies by lapping at the faint marks left in his wake. “and fix your face, spoiled. got you dickmatized so bad you just don’t know what to do, huh?”

you turn your fingers towards the nape of sukuna’s neck, brushing the silky brown undercut. “s - shut up,” you mumble. a small flame of humiliation sparks to life inside you. your senses are slow the wake with sukuna’s light degradation. maybe you only feel that way because it’s true and almost out of character for you.

however, you’re thrown right back into that state of submission when sukuna lifts his head. “and just who are you talking to? you want to try that again?” his eyes have hardened over with a firmness yet he seems entertained by your weak bite back.

you feel a bit stuck as different variants of responses flash through your head at rapid speed. you could apologize, you could double down, you could even dismiss it. no matter what decision you make, there still isn’t much that he could do. you’re in public and that is you’re one solace.

you’re interrupted before you can get a single word you. sukuna’s phone buzzes on the table beside you, lighting up due to the quick text yuji sent from wherever he was. the man standing comfortably between your limbs leans in the direction of his phone, staring at the screen until the text is readable and unlocked.

yuji : bibs here. leave rn

“lucky girl,” he says, red eyes skimming the four words before patting your leg and taking a step back. “yu saved your ass. guess you owe him somethin’.” sukuna reaches for his helmet and pulls it over his head once more. he waits for you to get the clue to do the same but in the meantime, he’s already gone to start his bike and roll it up beside you. “gotta get you outta here. i’ll take you home. get on.”

[necrotic-nephilim]

Is you think each of the batclan is a dom or a sub in bed (also add if they're a top or bottom if you want)

oooh good question. typically my answer depends entirely on the fic i'm writing and just. what makes the most sense for the scenario, so i don't see any of them as hard and fast subs or doms bc that's the joy of fanfic. *but* if i'm ignoring ships and just headcanoning based solely on the characters themselves, these are my thoughts-

Bruce Wayne: dom/top. it's the boring answer, but it's the true one. that man demands complete control of every situation and i think that extends to his wants and needs during sex. sex can be a lot like fighting in the way you take control.

Dick Grayson: switch, but i think he prefers bottoming whether he's the dom or the sub. he'll top if his partner prefers that, bc his nature is to be a giver. but he prefers bottoming and really enjoys getting to ride his partner.

Jason Todd: sub/bottom. listen. in fic 90% of the time, i *will* write him as the dom bc i *love* him as a mean dom. but Judd Winick did not tell us that Jason Todd cries during sex just for us all to make him an emotionless dom. he insists he's a dom and will dom, but deep down, he's a sub. i think he both wants soft praising sex and fucked up CNC shit, just for different reasons.

Tim Drake: dom/bottom. power bottom Tim. that's the whole headcanon. much like Bruce, i think Tim needs control in sex. i'm obsessed with him being fucked but still having *complete* control of the other person. controlling when they get to come, how they fuck him, etc. it just. suits him.

Damian Wayne: i can really see Damian go either way. but given i'm a fan of Damian having a mommy kink, i think my answer is sub and vers. he talks big game but he folds like a house of cards the minute you get your hands on him.

Stephanie Brown: sub/bottom. i think Steph just wants to be taken care of during sex, yk. she would enjoy bratting and sparring a bit as foreplay, but in the end she does want to be forced to submit and just give in to the person she's with.

Cass Cain: dom/vers. soft dom Cass supremacy. that's the whole take. i think it's fun for people to expect her to be a sub bc of her inexperience, but when Cass wants something, she'll take it. and she likes having control of her own body, it makes her more comfortable.

Helena Bertinelli: dom/top. idc who she's with but she's wearing a strap. she will fuck anyone. i think she'd be willing to bottom for the right partner, but she'd have *no* interest in being submissive in bed for anyone she's dated.

Jean-Paul Valley: he's tricky for me, bc if we count the Azrael personality, then dom/top. but if we're talking Jean-Paul, sub/bottom. he likes being told what to do and how to do it. also just. worshipping his partner bc brrr religious kink.

Alfred Pennyworth: dom/top. i think Alfred should be included in the batcest scene more. i wanna see him dom ppl. something about the control a dom has not needing to be physical but instead mental fits Alfred very nicely in my opinion.

Barbara Gordon: dom/bottom. similar to Tim, i think Babs prefers being in control from the bottom the most. giving clear instructions and telling her partner how to please her. for her it's less about the control and more about having someone submit under her that's fun.

Kate Kane: sub/vers. i feel like this is my most controversial take. but i think Kate is a sub. Kate gives energy of someone who talks *big* game about being butch but ends up a pillow princess in bed. i cannot explain it. it's just a vibes thing.

Bette Kane: switch/vers. either she's a very bratty sub or she's a very mean dom, there's no in-between. i think she genuinely enjoys both and likes to mix it up for fun. like Bette just gives me vibes she'd get bored of sex being the same every time.

Duke Thomas: switch/top. i think Duke prefers to top, but he's fine with going with the flow of what his partner wants. he gives me vibes that he slightly enjoys domming more, but still enjoys getting to sub for the right person, it just requires a lot more trust.

Harper Row: she's harder to pin down for me, but i would say switch/vers. Harper gives me "I'll try anything at least once" energy, even if she thinks she won't like it, she's willing to experiment a lot. bc of that she has a lot of weird experiences and enjoys whatever her partner does.

Luke Fox: he depends entirely on who he's with, i think. but i do think he leans toward being a dom/top just because of the energy he has in relationships. he easily takes control in the bedroom unless it's challenged by his partner, he'll default to assuming he's the one in charge.

Onyx Adams: dom/top. listen that's the only answer that makes sense for her. she takes what she wants when she wants it and i respect her for that. i think she just enjoys having someone underneath her, at her whim.

Julia Pennyworth: sub/bottom. definition of a woman who's convinced she's a dom until someone actually fights her for it and she folds like a pancake. she's not even a brat, she 100% is a service sub but does not realize it.

Claire Clover: also sub/bottom, similar to the above. except she is a brat and will make you earn topping her. she seems like the type to like violent sex that's a fight as much as it is fucking. like she's subbing but she is going to be kicking the whole time. very CNC vibes.

Minhkhoa Khan: dom/top. pretty sure this one is just canon. no notes this man is just like that. he fucks for meditation. does he look like a bottom.

Carrie Kelley: sub/vers. i could see Carrie being a switch, depending on who she's with. but mostly she just likes to give and serve her partner, giving them control. she wouldn't mind spicing it up in the bedroom every now and then tho.

Helena Wayne: this can depend heavily on the version of Helena Wayne, but i'm going to go broad and say dom/vers. most versions of Helena very much have dom energy, *especially* New-52 and JSA (2022). she 100% enjoys a "fight for dominance" type sparring match to decide who gets to dom, except she literally always wins bc she will play dirty.

[grayyylake99]

Just wanted to give excerpts of my Ao3 fic “Feign” bc I like these lil paragraphs. Link to it is on my pinned. Chapters 6-10:

Chapter 6

“A force brings two ends of a rope together, linking the pair once more. Toothless nuzzles Hiccup’s face, a few days longing of his companion’s touch enough to poke his entire head into his friend’s embrace. Hiccup holds him tightly, resting his cheek on the wet scales and joy warming his bare limbs. Toothless has perked up, wings animated and his body strong. He’s purring and chattering, every movement pushing Hiccup down and eventually he’s attacked by the slobbery saliva as Toothless licks his face. Hiccup laughs, an expert in covering his mouth to avoid spit seeping in.”

Chapter 7

“Toothless is incredibly happy as he always is whether in the early hours of the day or the quiet tranquility of the night. Ever since he has found his companion, family he never truly had before, Toothless has lived comfortably in this life, despite however short it has really been. Every day energizes him. The dragon delights in seeing such a glint of bewilderment in his-affection-love’s eyes, his chin held high. Joy stems from his wings, and he watches his hatchling-affection-love steer through clouds.”

Chapter 8

“Instead, Hiccup has begun measuring his torso for a new, more permanent tunic —the blue not really his color. He’s sort of forgotten about it, instead worrying that every part of him is in harmony. Now that he’s gotten the hang of flying, and he’s learned how to walk on two feet again, his style of clothing can be tended to. The too large boots and oversized, blue tunic make him look much smaller than he already is —in his own opinion of course, because the average onlooker might disagree, considering a few changes Hiccup does not realize about himself— and he wants to look presentable and comfortable in his own style. Therefore, he spends a few hours drawing and measuring, forgetting about his friends he hasn’t seen yet. He doesn’t actually finish sewing, and is halfway into connecting pieces for a green tunic that the color red comes to mind —and so does Astrid. Does she still prefer red?”

Chapter 9

“Astrid covers her brow, the sun beating down on her. It’s blinding, mandating she look away as four thuds reach the Clubhouse deck. Blinking away the light, Astrid has to search for Hiccup again. He’s crouched near the wood, examining his palms and dusting them off quickly before standing. He seems… tired —lost. A dragon’s flight is the best time to relax, or think, and Hiccup has a tendency to forget he’s ever landed and reel himself away from his thoughts. With creases around his eyes, a low hung gaze strays to Toothless who purrs loudly. The excited, jittery explorer she’d left back on Berk does not return to her now. Her heart flutters, full of apprehension that the same displacement he carries now is a precursor to instability just as it was before. Astrid knows what to expect now, and this is an early sign that he might be unraveling.”

Chapter 10

“Snotlout hops on, rubs his eyes for the final time, and says after a yawn, “Have fun getting slapped.”

What a jerk.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut stand there, frigid. Hookfang makes his way to the northern beach, his silhouette shrinking. The twins walk to Barf and Belch. Again. Then they mount their dragons, again. Then they think. Then they wonder. Then they discuss how bad it would be if they didn’t wake her and things went south. They’d really be in trouble.

So.

The twins go to wake Astrid.

Loki. Help. Them.

They land with a thud louder than they would have wanted it to be. They can hear themselves breath. Sweat trickles down their neck. They could care less about waking her up; but she packs a mean punch and isn’t afraid to pound them even after she’s awakened.

“Astrid’s a bitch like that,” Ruffnut mutters under her breath.”

[xoshepard]

And 33, 35, 37 and 39 for Orion!!

oooh thank you!!! i love your shepards and your art by the way!!! <33

33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?

he enjoys sketching buildings/cityscapes, especially when he gets to visit the citadel or other species' homeworlds. he was a spacer, so even earth is fascinating to him. it always surprises people to see how detailed and accurate his drawings are.

35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

i assume this means in canon i.e. virmire/suicide mission? he chose kaidan on virmire because of rank, but he takes ash's loss extremely hard because he feels like he robbed her of her chance to redeem her family. he struggles with her death for a long time, because he knows the pressure of being part of an alliance family.

37. Got any bad habits?

haven't thought much about this but i'm thinking avoidant behavior and a past history of nail-biting dskjfhsdjk

39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?

not at first but after the sr-1 gets destroyed he keeps his old dog tags to keep him connected to the alliance while he works with cerberus (he was a sole survivor so me2 is like rock bottom for him) and to remind him that just because he's survived some scrapes with death, it doesn't mean he always will

18. Who’s the dream team? Which companions does Shepard fight best with and why?

for audrey, people that can get up into the fray while she hangs back and snipes/gives orders are the best. she usually takes one biotic and one high-damage squadmate, so like wrex and liara would have been a good team for her in me1

28. What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling no matter the person or place

hyperfixations: when she gets starts on a jewelry/sculpting project she can get very consumed by it. when she gets materials for tinkering she tends to keep to her cabin until she's made something. for the second part, she doesn't laugh a lot unless she's comfortable with the people around, but on the other hand it's really easy to make her laugh if she is comfortable with you. she likes her squadmates' senses of humor.

38. Does Shepard do any activities with the companions and crew during downtime?

it depends. she's more introverted, but she tries to organize gatherings so that her team can do teambuilding and she understands how important it is for the squad and crew to see her face and interact directly with her. it does make her tired, though, so she needs to decompress after

48. What abilities do they rely on the most in a fight?

she relies heavily on her sniper rifle and tactical cloak

5. How well does Shepard know their crew? Not just the companions, but the folks making up the Normandy

she knows everyone pretty well bc she's personable and outgoing. some people take a while to warm up to her because of her history and she's very unrefined, especially for an officer, but most people eventually see that she's loyal and cares about them, even if they don't always agree with her demeanor or choices

15. What colors does Shepard prefer for their armor?

black and red, classic

25. How emotionally articulate is your Shepard? Do they emote well?

evanna is not the great at expressing emotions that aren't anger or joy. anything more complex than those two will usually see them at the bar

35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

they sacrificed kaidan on virmire, but at the end of the day that sacrifice is kinda overshadowed by her history on earth, where she was forced to kill her own teammates. she carries kaidan's death with her, but she doesn't really blame herself so much as she wishes it didn't have to be that way and kinda like. blames fate/god/the universe.

[ahundredtimesover]

i feel bad for jungkook because he’s always doubting himself and i know he wants to converse with others and have relations with them that are friendly and close bonded but he’s just so used to living his life a certain way that it’s hard to leave that bubble or comfort. not to mention, the way people perceive him further adds on to him staying in his bubble and i relate to him so much. we both don’t like to leave our comfort zones because that’s just what’s normal for us and that itself also causes people to judge us and not approach us. there might have been something that caused us to be that way whether it’s feeling neglected or not being accepted for who you are, etc.

and then there are people like oc who are similar to us in the sense they have a hard time letting people in, but the difference is they can easily converse with others if they want to which can help them make good relationships with others.

i hope that made sense haha but ultimately what i’m trying to say is that people’s perception about us makes us stray further away from others in general. it doesn’t necessarily mean we care what others think about us but more so we feel insecure or not confident in ourselves because we aren’t likable enough as others. i really love that this is a huge topic in the iwyts storyline and it really hits me hard (as does all of your stories and their deep topics :)

YES, anon YES, you’re making perfect sense and I loooove that that’s what you’re taking from it bc that’s how I envisioned this JK to be.

He’s not intentionally rude; he just has his own ways of dealing with things that aren’t always considerate. He lives in his head a lot and prefers to be alone bc there’s comfort and safety in that. He knows what people think of him, he doesn’t fully disagree but he won’t admit that it affects him alot, which also causes him to keep his distance bc he thinks that it’s just better if he’s not around (case in point, lunch with his team). We see from OC’s and yoongi’s perspectives that JK finds it difficult to connect with people bc he’s guarded and doesn’t think much of himself outside of work (which is why he pours his all into it bc he thinks it’s all he can over others, which is also why the Arts Center is so impt to him bc connection and beauty and intimacy are things he doesn’t think he can give). He did go through stuff and we’ll learn about them later on.

And then there’s OC who’s similar; they’re different sides of the same spectrum. She’s just as guarded, and we’ll learn soon enough that how she’s perceived affects how she sees herself as well. She’s got her own fears that keep her at a distance but she allows herself the joy of other people’s presence, which is also bc people aka her best friends made sure she didn’t isolate herself. People tried and she let them. Some of them, at least. So we see how these different self-perceptions and approaches to relationships complement and contrast each other.

Thanks for picking these up and sharing your interpretation of it (Srsly this makes me so giddy haha) this was so lovely ☺️☺️💕 appreciate you dropping by!

[gallavich-headcanon]

Hmm, we can call this a post canon AU, lol.

I think Mickey is absolutely someone who often needs to square things in his own head before he commits. Sort of like when he came out, once he did it, he did it and fuck anyone who gives him shit about it even if he was still coming to terms with it. He says in canon that he likes things he can see and touch as opposed to imagination so I think he’s the type to turn stuff over in his head, consider all the angles he can think of, and once he feels solid enough about it, he plows forward.

So yeah, the idea of a trial run with Tony’s toddler is right up his alley, I think. He doesn’t wanna get Ian’s hopes up but he also doesn’t wanna make it a big deal or have to fucking talk about it so rent-a-kid it is. (I’m gonna call her Abigail. All the Milkovich kids’ names can be nicknames for saint names which I find super interesting as unexplored worldbuilding.)

Between Liam and Franny, Mickey’s probably got the most experience with kids Nicky and Tommy’s age so I def think he’d be pretty comfortable with them. I don’t remember us seeing a lot of Mickey caring for Yev until Yev was a bit older? There was Svet and Mandy around plus Mickey was dealing with Ian being sick for the initial time, iirc. So I could see Mickey being a lot more hesitant about an actual tiny, can’t hold their own head up baby. This would also help reconcile the difference between wedding day Mickey saying “plenty of strays running around the neighborhood” vs his reaction to Ian wanting the crib. Something along the lines of the difference between a kid big enough to be more of an independent being versus a baby totally dependent on you? Probably some childhood, too-small to fight back trauma to unpack there.

Also, shhhh, let’s pretend I didn’t fuck up and write Joey when I meant Jamie. The baby is Jamie’s and she’s barely a few months old, I think. I have a soft spot for Jamie since he helped with the Gallavich wedding and came real close to getting his ass beat by Terry for them. I think after what happened in the show, Mandy takes every precaution to avoid getting pregnant. Idk that I see her having kids really, but maybe. But the baby, who I’m gonna call Ruth bc 1, Ruthie is an adorable nickname and Ian would absolutely call her that, and 2, the Baby Ruth jokes write themselves and Mickey without a doubt gets so much joy over yelling “Yo, Baby Ruth!” across the parking lot when she’s in high school. He is 100% the dad who embarrasses his kids in good fun whenever he can.

Ian is a better person than I am-> Ian is just glad Mickey isn’t killing someone, stealing something, or in jail. His only thought as he knocked on the door (he left his keys since he was going through airport security) was ‘if he’s doing sketchy shit again, I’m handcuffing him to the radiator’ which yeah, has potential but not if Mickey goes back to prison. Kids, Ian can handle. Ian loves kids. Unless these kids are stolen. Wait a minute. Mick? Mickey, unlock the door. Damnit, Milkovich, get your ass out here and explain!

(Mick does explain and Ian does make the soft dopey face and they get to kiss for exactly two minutes before getting hit in the side of the head with a toy car that Nicky and Tommy each swear the other threw.) 🦖

Hello my dear 🦖 anon!

So yeah, the idea of a trial run with Tony’s toddler is right up his alley -> Yeah, I agree! He doesn’t wanna get Ian’s hopes up but he also doesn’t wanna make it a big deal or have to fucking talk about it so rent-a-kid it is. -> hahaha rent-a-kid! I do think Mickey got a lot better with talking about how he feels, so in my head the have been kinda talking about being open to taking a foster kid or something but just theoretically. I just don't like the idea of Mickey springing this on Ian completely out of nowhere, you know? I feel like if he feels like he's mature enough to take care of a kid, he would at least make it through a couple of conversations about kids...

I like the name Abigail! And Ruth! Side question- what last names do they get? I am an avid believer that Mickey will take Ian's last name, even without kids, (for many reasons) but this is your headcanon, my friend! So I'm wondering what's your headcanon?

I don’t remember us seeing a lot of Mickey caring for Yev until Yev was a bit older? -> yeah because s4 cuts with I&M moving in with Svetlana and Yevgeny in the middle of the winter (Yevgeny was also born in beginning of that winter I think), we blink and s5 is in the summer. so we missed a whole lot but Ian seems incredibly comfortable, so I am assuming he and Mickey took care of him? but mostly Ian. But again, this is a headcanon, we can change canon to whatever we feel like.

a kid big enough to be more of an independent being versus a baby totally dependent on you -> Yeah, I think this is their compromise or at least the one Mickey makes in his head? Giving Ian the small and cute part but insisting on something that can kinda communicate?

I also have a soft spot for Jamie! I love seeing his name pop up in fics! I wish we got more scenes with the nice, not homophobic Milkovichs. Mandy would be careful, but I feel like she wouldn't hesitate to leave her baby with Ian and Mickey if for some reason she had it and didn't think she could keep it safe...

Mickey is 100% the dad who embarrasses his kids in good fun whenever he can.  Truer words were never spoken.

You killed me with Ian just enjoying being with the kids while Mickey hides out, just chilling, taking comfort in the fact that Mickey isn't doing illegal shit until- he just has to make sure, you know? He's not blaming him, he's just making sure. Because he loves the idea of having the kids, but not if he's alone with them because Mickey is IN PRISON AGAIN.

Legends say it's the longest kiss they got to have uninterrupted for the next 4 years. (well, at least until the kids are asleep in their beds.)

[ihaveitprinteddout]

This commentary ended up wayyyy longer than I thought, I got carried away with myself so I'm so sorry about that 😂

Never did I think I'd find a Remus series that made me fall in love so fast like this one did. The unadulterated love and adoration that Y/N and Remus is so tooth-rotting sweet and I love that even THEY know is can be sickening sometimes but that's just how love is when you're with the right person.

Y/N as her own character is such a sassy yet sweet witch who can be so powerful and strong when it becomes necessary to show that side of her. Remus is as always the most precious Moony w all his insecurities and all except, this time he has someone who mellows down those insecurities by reminding him of how beautiful and how in love w him she is.

They compliment each other so well and I love being able to read about their reconnection and eventually love story through flashbacks that contrast with moments that occur during the present moment of the series so beautifully.

I wasn't sure about how the smut in this fic would be but wowww. I'd never seen Remmy as too much of a Dom but pre-full moon Moony really does bring out that 'alpha' in him and it's so deliciously sinful. I ENVY Y/N, getting to experience both the rougher side of Remus in bed and also the soft, gentle side of him truly is the dream 😭

I adore how they tried to make it seem like they weren't a married couple who have been so disgustingly in love w each other since the moment they met. Ultimately failing bc they couldn't help their subtle lovesick gazes and looks towards one another whenever they were in the same room. The students making a bet that they're together or that they'd get together eventually was so funny to read and all their little fangirl moments were incredibly relatable.

I loved getting to read their interactions with Harry and I can tell they meant a lot to him, getting to hear new stories about his parents from ppl who really knew them. It was also incredibly bittersweet as a reader bc it gives you an idea on how Harry's childhood and life would have been like had his parents lived. James and Lily truly would've been the most wonderful parents and you can tell Harry was their world 😭

There is probably so much more about this series that I could rave about bc this truly is one of the most beautiful and well-written HP fanfic series I've ever had the honour of reading. I love these two so much and I unashamedly admit that they have a piece of my heart and I'll definitely be rereading this again in the future bc I simply ADORE IT.

Thank you so much OP for creating such a beautiful and magical (not pun intended) series that truly brings so much joy, happiness and comfort to the reader. As a #1 Moony lover, I adore fics where we truly get to read him experiencing the love he deserved bc I stand by the statement that, MOONY DESERVED BETTER!!!

charmed (professor! remus lupin x professor! reader) series masterlist

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

*note: the chapters are listed in chronological order of the prisoner of azkaban’s plot. the part numbers are just which one was written/published first.

1. beginnings: owl post

2. arriving to hogwarts

3. first lessons + (nsfw)

4. secretly so in love

5. ‘cycle’ (smut)

6. ‘a window to the past’

7. ‘night changes’

10. ‘ghosts of their past’

11. ‘then and now’

8. ‘the holiday special’

12. ‘expecto patronum’

13. ‘i want everything’

***** not in PoA chronological order: ****

      9. ‘remus’ birthday’

14. ‘the little moments’

15. ‘padfoot’

16.  'cat, rat, dog, and dove’

-the finale-

17. part 1. 18. part 2.

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[hunterwritesstuff]

Butcher nsfw alphabet same ano from earlier btw! The one that’s 22

I'll give it my best shot! :D

SEX TALK UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very clingy. Very loving, but very tired. He'll do what he can to make sure Shotgun is taken care of, but he's in a very sleepy state.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his horns, he thinks the fillings he got are pretty :)

He likes Shotgun's thighs lol

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He tries to pull out as best he can, but sometimes he can't do so fast enough and he apologizes :(

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes having his horns rubbed :3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

uhhh, he vaguely knows what he's doing, like, he knows the basics but he isn't a PROFESSIONAL, yk?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's a sucker for missionary lol(if he's on bottom he literally cries, it's purely a comfort thing)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's more serious, but he like, will make a joke if needed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he too tired to shave :( very hairy due to this, he worries Shotgun no like :(

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very loving, always makes sure Shotgun is enjoying herself, stops at any sign of her not enjoying it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He may dabble in jacket theft of Shotgun's from time to time

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

uh. I'm not too educated on kinks but like. when Shotgun's voice does the thing when she wakes up or is sleepy gets him feeling some type of way and idk if that's a kink or not, he'd never do anything without her consent but that don't stop the blood flow diversion /silly

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom. only the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Horn touches, soft whispers at night, chest touches, shit like that(also like. just Shotgun smiling in general, he finds it cute and his body responds. accordingly.)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything relating to bodily fluids. ew.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, but giving makes him happy bc he gets to give her that feeling of joy :3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what Shotgun wants/needs <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan! He wants his intimacy with Shotgun to be passionate and long(as long as it can be anyways-).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to try things, but nothing like, exhibitionism.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has pretty good stamina!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He bought one once on accident at a store somewhere because he thought it'd be funny to have a dick on his wall as a coat hanger.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a bit of a tease, yeah lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hope Shotgun's walls are soundproof, hope this helps! :heart emoji:

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes kissing Shotgun all over her body, worshipping her every inch. He sees beauty in all of her, and wants to make sure she knows it. If she ever denies it, he gives ANOTHER smooch!! /silly

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average length and girth I'd guess, I don't ever really know what to put here XD

also man tits.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high, but he can take care of himself <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can SOMEHOW make sure Shotgun is taken care of before conking the FUCK OUT

[cauterisen]

@mutherless asked:💋 from hinata bc im totally on @shrymped rn

The First 5 Asks To Send 💋 Get A Kiss (TENTATIVELY ACCEPTING)

2/5

Tonight feels like one of those nights. The air is pleasant, and the fireworks are just about to start. The night is full of promise, and of anticipation.

The Star Festival was something she'd always enjoyed, back home in Tokyo and Miyagi. (Not to talk negatively about her hometown in any way, of course, but she thinks Sendai's had just a little oomph to it.) Tanabata was something she'd done almost every year, but she'd never missed it quite so much as she had when she had moved out of Japan for the first time as a child. There hadn't been any celebrations of the festival in Chna, for example.

Which makes tonight extra special.

Brazil and Rio have brought their own plethora of surprises and joys to her life, and while it'd been a bit scary at first… Kimiko had come to love it, to tackle it head on. It helped that she had always had someone as a friendly face to guide her, of course. Raimundo and her go way back, and she's grateful a thousand times over to him for opening up his home and helping her establish a life here however he could. She can't begin to thank him for giving her the chance to teach and do martial arts again in a space she'd thought was lost to her. She's also thankful, of course, because fate has also brought Shoyo Hinata back into her life again.

Kimiko's so happy, so unbearably happy, he's here. She's so happy he's here now, though she knows that there are still moments where he misses their shared home, and feels out of place. Her heart aches for him; she knows firsthand how that feels. She wants to be there for him, but she also knows that she feels the same way every now and then. It's good to have little pockets of time and moments they can share that make them feel not quite so homesick, so the festival is a rather wonderful way to start. It feels nostalgic, really, feeling the summer night air on her skin and donning a yukata with the scent of Japanese street food in the air… With a Brazillian twist, here and there. (Kimiko finds the fusion charming, and certainly something new at any rate.) The takoyaki skewer is warm in her hand, but not quite so much as the feeling of Shoyo's tough but comforting grip on hers. Not as warm as the flush on her cheeks despite the night chill, or the sensation in her chest. It's new, but it's exciting.

The grin on her face is palpable, and she looks over just to make sure Shoyo's is present as well. More than anything, she hopes he feels just as joyful as she does in this present moment. Kimiko swings his hand in hers, gently at first. When his hand reaches a zenith, she brings her lips to it. Even if it's a fraction of the way she feels… That would be enough for now. And really, that's all she could hope for.

'Thank you for being here with me, Shoyo. It means a lot.'

[honamisupportteam]

Thank you for the excuse to talk about this op, I have so many thoughts (beneath the cut):

Ichika+Saki- their friendship is so genuinely sweet, like Ichika’s devotion to Saki throughout her hospital stay makes me WEAK- besides the main story, No Seek No Find really showed this for me

Kanade+Ichika- I have loved seeing their relationship progress from its awkward beginnings to a really solid friendship, they’re similar in a lot of ways but also have a lot to learn from each other

Honami+Emu- some of the side stories with these two have made me tear up a bit, Emu’s pure joy and love is so perfect for reassuring Honami, and Honami’s care and understanding are perfect for letting Emu show some vulnerability

Honami+Kanade- yeah…seeing their relationship grow is so dear to me, like the care Honami has always had towards Kanade in like, a job way slowly becoming more personal and mutual as Kanade opens up a bit and begins to truly appreciate Honami as a person…

Minori+Airi- They’ve stood out to me since the beach training camp event, like the way Airi is such a good senpai to Minori and helps her figure out what being an idol looks like for her- since neither of them have Shizuku and Haruka’s natural “sparkle”

An+Haruka- I adore a childhood friends moment, and I love how these two have a rivalry of sorts, but also are willing to support and give advice to each other at any opportunity

Akito+Toya- they are so supportive to each other, I adore how their relationship has clearly strengthened a lot over time since they’ve been partners for so long…the way they tease and banter with each other is amazing too…and then of course how they are ALWAYS there for each other through struggles.

Kohane+Akito- You would think Akito would steamroll her, but after the main story Akito clearly grows to believe in Kohane, and he recognizes even early on just how strong she is and does everything in his power to help her keep growing. And you’d think she’d be kinda scared/wary of him, but no, she constantly calls out how helpful and supportive he is, in his own roundabout way…

An+Toya- there’s a few side stories with them that are all so cute, they’re so soft and gentle with each other…they want to open up and understand each other better emotionally so that they can support each other as teammates (from an early side story)

I could put every VBS platonic pairing on here but I’ll stop there

Mafuyu+Rui- their interactions in Festival Bathed in Twilight were sooo good…the way Rui kinda sees straight through her and gives her some little pushes while overall respecting her space…

Ena+Airi- it’s so nice that these two are a sort of support system for each other, since they both exist far out of the realm of each other’s problem areas (Ena’s art frustrations and Airi’s idol industry frustrations). They’re a sort of refuge to each other and that always shines when they interact.

Mizuki+An- the way that An is one of the only people Mizuki is out to, and An is so attentive to and respectful of their boundaries and comfort and really gives them a safe space when the rest of school sucks…

Mizuki+Rui- yeah…the way they look out for each other…they aren’t as close as they used to be since they’ve both got their own things going on now, but they have this understanding with each other bc of their shared history that literally no one else can have…so important.

Also shoutout to all 3 pairs of siblings, I love how each of them reflect different sibling dynamics that are all very realistic…

Yknow what fuck this. What's your favorite platonic project sekai pairing

[highqueenofelfhame]

Hi I saw your post about fics being in character and I thought this could be a good opportunity to share some insight to help people who struggle with their characterization. I love your writing and ask could you share some traits you see as 'core' Rowan and Aelin traits? Maybe more valuably, would you be open to sharing your process for what you look for in the text when understanding characters, what stands out to you and what you make sure to include vs what you don't? I understand if this isn't something you want to share and I send this ask with good intentions and respect and hope this can start a productive discussion, no drama. Thanks :))

totally okay that you asked this!!

i think part of it is that i have read everything up to EoS so many times. like at least four times each and i've read heir of fire and queen of shadows probably six times each. i've only read kingdom of ash once bc it's still too painful to read again lmaoooo.

when i write i also always look for any chance i can to make parallels. i love making canon parallels to anything from small moments to bigger ones that are more recognizable. like the rowaelin qos reunion, rowan's "where is my wife" moment. rowan and aelin sparring in any capacity, like, anything like that. because i think that helps when you're pulling from the text and putting them into situations where you know how they interact with them, and it makes it easier to add in bits and pieces before and after. if that makes any kind of sense. (this also goes for legit any ship that i write. nessian, feysand, etc. pulling from the text and putting them in familiar situations will always help.)

as far as traits go, one of my major ones that i always try to keep in mind is rowaelin's loyalty to each other. rowan is like loyal to aelin almost to a fault sometimes. he will do anything and everything for her. when it comes that's why their thing is "to whatever end." they will follow each other to whatever end and beyond.

aelin has a very low opinion of herself. she thinks that she's expendable compared to those around her. she is very depressed sometimes and i think it gets overlooked a lot. (when i get my books back from my sister, i plan on doing a meta about this.) but she's been through a lot in her life and i try to keep that in mind in a lot of au's. some au's that are heavier (like iihasts and fafs) i try to pull on that. her mental health is very important to a lot of the way she handles things. post KOA, i know this girl has PTSD. it's evident in the way she handles a lot and takes a long time to warm back up to rowan in kingdom of ash. but she was tortured and manipulated for months. she's not okay.

people (in the books) also call her selfish A LOT but most of what she does she does for other people. she even spared dorian the weight of killing his father and told him she did it. like, come on.

as celaena, she does lean on the more selfish side, but as aelin she's doing everything she does for the greater good of the entire world. she didn't forge that lock for herself. she forged that lock for a better tomorrow for everyone she loved. which is incredibly selfless. she would also completely throw down to keep her loved ones safe.

the arrogant behavior is such an act. she's not really like that, it's a cover to hide everything she's truly feeling inside, to protect herself, to keep people from truly getting to know her. she can flip her personality to better suit the situation and the people she's around. she's mostly only her true self around aedion, lysandra, and rowan. i don't even think she really reveals herself to the rest of the cadre for probably a very long time. she picks fights when she's hurting the most and rowan is really the first person to see and recognize that. (very evident in hof when she sees what a good person gallan appears to be and goes and picks a bar fight immediately. or when arobynn humiliates her and she wears her nicest jewels to try to intentionally get robbed so she can start a fight.)

the reality is that she's an insanely hard worker, she keeps going and going and going to meet to meet her goals. she's a master strategist and very quick on her feet in any situation she finds herself in. she feels isolated (which goes back to her depression and ptsd) and she feels misunderstood. but she has been known to literally give the cloak off her back (with kaltain) and the money in her pocket (with yrene) and doesn't expect anything in return. literally nothing in return. she just did it out of the goodness of her own heart, yet she's constantly filled with self doubt that she's a bad person because people tell her that she is (chaol literally calls her a monster and she holds onto that and ends up asking rowan if she is one.)

she gives a lot of forgiveness and second chances, except to abusers. she pulls no punches with them. yet even with arboynn, she made sure there were no redeeming qualities left before letting lysandra kill him. instead of seeing it as a victory, though, she just felt hollow. she doesn't take joy in killing these people. she is not a bad person.

she feels a lot of guilt when she feels she could have stopped things. i think she carries those moments with her. which is why she helped those people the king wanted dead to escape in com. she has no problem ending people that deserve the punishment, but when they don't, she does what she can to help them.

rowan is so respectful. he finally gets his mate and his wife and his love back and he's consistently giving her the space she requires when it's so hard for him to not just touch her. he puts his own needs aside consistently based on what aelin needs.

he's a complete and total hardass to other people but is so soft for her. but he's also territorial about her. he's protective of her. but never at the cost of what she needs and wants. however, he will put his foot down and make people swallow their own tongues if they're disrespectful toward her. but he's also respectful toward everyone, not just aelin. he can prove his points without physical violence even if he would want to.

in that same vein, if you're doing enemies to lovers, he doesn't understand her at first. he think's she's spoiled and doesn't have a single clue about the trauma she's been through and he's very hard on her. he treats her like another warrior in their training. he doesn't go easy on her just because she's a woman (which also still comes from a place of respect) but the second he finds out about her trauma the way he treats her shifts. he becomes protective because he doesn't put up with that kind of shit. he isn't torturing her in their training, in fact aelin in hof says that he's brilliant even if he beats the shit out of her every damn day. a lot of people try to twist that into a thing of abuse, but again, he's training her like a warrior. he doesn't coddle her and she doesn't want to be coddled. again, this comes from a place of respect.

he also learns from his mistakes and tries to right them, and takes action to better himself from it as soon as he can. this is important. he has the humility to apologize, whether it be by actions or words. he doesn't ask for credit in the things he does and ends up kind of making jokes about it. i think he has a lot of humility at the end of the day. he is quick to forgive others when it's deserved but has a lot of trouble forgiving himself. this is also important.

but rowan also has a playful side with aelin. they have witty banter that they exchange even when they're not totally on board with the other. he's funny in subtle ways, and toward the end of the series we see that he's so wholly comfortable with her that he even gets a little silly.

after his own trauma, he also falls into a very deep depression. for centuries. it took aelin coming along for him to come back out of his shell. everyone gave up on him, but aelin never did. just like he never gave up on her, and they were able to walk out of that darkness together. i also think he feels a lot of guilt when innocent lives get put in danger and risk or die at his hands when he felt he could have stop it, much like aelin.

rowan is also very calm in most situations. he's able to work out solutions like the warrior that he is even when other people are losing their minds, which makes him a very good soldier and eventually king.

i could keep going but this is getting wildly long lol. i hope this helps even a little. thank you to @westofmoon @whimsicallyreading @punkassbookjockey26 for helping me with my thoughts as i'm still exhausted from surgery and healing.

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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Story: y/n feels sorry for being herself. sometimes she has trouble accepting and loving herself..even tho she has no problem loving Harry, with all his flaws. he definitely helps her with that ;)

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A/N: I got a request for 11 and 20 from the prompt list and they fit perfectly with this. I definitely wrote this with myself, my own struggles, and the struggles of the other beautiful ladies out there in mind. I also wanted to make it a lil bit deeper by incorporating some post-pregnancy y/n had Harry up in there. Also, I wanted do something real fluffy bc what I have planned for Friday is insane. Enjoy🙃

11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”

20. “Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?”

You were really going through it this morning. For starters, when you woke up you were immediately drawn towards going back to sleep and recouping some of the sleep you’d lost recently. On top of that, your nipples were incredibly sore from breastfeeding and your body was still drained and recovering from giving birth three months ago. But luckily for you though, you were blessed with an amazing husband who didn’t hesitate to take care of you guys’ baby boy. You didn’t even have to ask him, as soon as he saw the exhausted and overwhelmed look on your face when you two woke up to the loud cries of your son, he immediately sprung into action and ordered you to stay in bed and take care of yourself while he tended to the baby and gave you your space. You were able to get a bit more sleep and feel way better than you did earlier on in the morning. Another hour and a half of sleep did wonders for you at this point in your life. That small window of time allowed you to feel rested enough to get up out of bed and get yourself together.

You wasted absolutely no time stripping your sleep clothes off and hopping right into the shower. The water was the perfect temperature and you just stood under it. The hot water pouring down onto your body felt absolutely amazing and you could hands down feel your stress and tension just melting away from it. You were relaxed. Even though you loved your son with your entire being and then some, it was hard. You were so grateful for Harry and you felt like you shouldn’t have any complaints at all.  But it’s just that you weren’t used to having anyone depend on you the way your son just about solely depends on you. So times like these where you were granted a little time to regroup were cherished and seized.

After a nice long shower that was filled with pampering, you turn the water off and you step out to get yourself dried off and dressed. You wrap the fluffy towel from the counter around your body and you head back into the bedroom to grab some clothes. After picking out your daily attire of a t-shirt and sweats, you station yourself on the bed to get ready. But unfortunately for you, you’d stationed yourself right in front of the full body mirror. The second you unwrap your towel from your body, the good feeling that was flowing through you vanished and was replaced with a sad and embarrassed one. This feeling hadn’t reared it’s ugly head in a good while. You hadn’t had the time since the baby was born to take a good look at yourself; and you were starting to feel like you were better off that way.

You always struggled when it came to you having a positive viewpoint of yourself, and in particular your weight. You were constantly battling against the negativity that was coming at you from almost every part of your life. You were in an uphill battle with losing weight and getting to a place where you felt comfortable all the way around. Whenever you took strides to get to that better place, you were always pulled back down. That force was the little comments from family members, people online, and yourself. Whenever you saw or heard what people had to say, you let yourself be overcome with that negativity and in turn it was harder to keep going and push forward. You felt like all your efforts were going to waste and you were never going to see results, inside and out. And at some point you just stopped loving yourself. You managed to love Harry despite his flaws but you couldn’t seem to do it for you. You pretty much gave up on loving yourself. And to make it even worse, you put all of the love inside of you that was supposed to be dedicated to yourself into loving others. The only way you got out of that enormous rut was because of Harry. He made sure to consistently and constantly reassure you that you were beautiful and worth loving. He did daily affirmations and did everything in his power to help you get back on track and work towards your goals.

And for a year you were able to have success in doing that.

After a little over a year of loving yourself, working towards your weight goal, and just feeling good, you got pregnant. When the news broke, you and Harry were over the moon. The two of you were extremely happy and in love that you both could’ve just burst from joy. You were head over heels for Harry and for yourself, and Harry was head over heels for you and the fact that you were head over heels for yourself. Everything was the way it was supposed to be and it was only getting better now that you guys were expecting a bundle of joy. Fortunately for you both, you were able to glide through your pregnancy with only minor hiccups along the way. Since you were always exhausted and you were actively changing, your solid workout and extensive selfceare routines fell by the wayside. You were so tired and just not in the mood that you couldn’t even do the low intensity workouts that your doctor said were okay. The only things you had were your mental wellbeing which was fine, and Harry. You felt bad that you weren’t keeping yourself up the way you’d been doing for the past year and you came down on yourself for it at times. But of course, Harry nipped it right in the bud and brought you back. You couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him throughout all of this.

So seeing yourself in the mirror and taking in your body now was incredibly disheartening and to you it was like a slap in the face to all the hard work you put in along with the tremendous amount of support from Harry. You fully understood that your body wouldn’t be the same after giving birth but you were hoping that it wouldn’t be as bad as it was. That is, as bad as you thought it was. Because you were constantly fighting with those negative thoughts and trying your hardest to love yourself the way you deeply love Harry, everyone else, and now your son, you tended to over exaggerate in your mind how bad something was. If you saw something you didn’t like, you didn’t like it all. And as a result of that, you spent a good amount of time standing there in front of the mirror critiquing your body and asking yourself over and over again how in the hell am I supposed to get back to normal?. You were so engrossed in overanalyzing and critiquing that you didn’t even notice Harry come back into the room.

While you were having some alone time, Harry went into full dad mode. He was able to get bubs to quiet down and let his dad take care of him. He did a quick diaper change so that bubs could be comfortable while Harry made himself something quick breakfast. He played with the baby for a while before giving him a lukewarm bath to get him cleaned up for the day, and he fed bubs, lulling the little boy right into a milk induced sleep. And hopefully, it’d stick for an hour or two so that he could spend some time with his wife. When he makes his way into the room, Harry’s feeling good. He got the baby squared away and taken care of, and his wife was taking some much needed time to herself. He knew that it was a big adjustment for you and he wanted to take as much off of you as possible because you deserved it. After your struggles in the past with your weight and loving yourself, Harry could only imagine how difficult it must be to keep yourself in a good headspace and just enjoy motherhood to the fullest without focusing on the “negatives”.

That’s why when he saw you looking at your naked body in the mirror with a downcast and almost disgusted look on your face towards your reflection, Harry knew exactly what was going on and he had to step in. You were doing so well and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall back into that deep hole of negativity that you worked so hard to get out of. He immediately makes his way over and stands right in front of you so that he’s blocking your view of the mirror. When he does this, your head still hangs low and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him.

“I look horrible.” You whisper sorrowfully. At this, Harry extends his hands out to cup your cheeks and lift your head up to look at him.

“Baby…” He coos, seeing the saddened look in your glassy eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you always have been. You’re even more beautiful now.”

“No I’m not. Everything is worse and I won’t be able to get back from this.” You sigh pessimistically.

“Yes it’ll take time, but you can do it and I’ll be right here by your side to help you through.” He begins, lovingly reassuring you of his full commitment to you. Harry then lets go of your cheeks and moves so that he’s behind your body and so that you can see the mirror again before wrapping his arms around your naked waist. “When I look at you, I see a badass and a strong woman. I see the woman who carried and delivered our son. I see the beautiful mother of my child. I see the woman I married three years ago. I see you Y/n, the love of my life.” He whispers, trying his hardest to hold back his own tears. Seeing you be so harsh towards yourself was not okay with him and it tore him apart. You are his rock, and to see you falling apart was causing him to break down himself.

“I just- I hate it.”

“Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?” He whispers, trying to reason with you. “You’re beautiful.” He reminds pointedly. “Now say it with me.” He instructs further.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful.” The both of you say in unison repeatedly, every time Harry gives you a kiss to your neck. As this continues on, Harry couldn’t stop himself from stiffening up in his pants. The two of you hadn’t been this intimate in a good while and he missed it. He knew that you were still feeling insecure and that his purpose was to reassure you that you’re not what you’re saying you are and that he loves you so much. That’s why Harry was absolutely loving the idea of making love to you so that you could really see how amazing you are and the effect you have on him.

While his kisses and affirmations continue, Harry’s hand slowly strays away from your lower stomach. He slowly but surely makes his way down to the area between your legs, cupping you in his hand with his fingertip resting on your button between your folds. He then begins to circle his finger around your button. You hadn’t felt his fingers in a good while, and you had to admit that they felt really good against you right now. When your pants and small moans begin to hasten and you begin to enjoy him more, Harry swiftly turns you around to face him before lifting you up and lying you down on the bed. Once you’re lying on the bed, Harry quickly undresses himself  before lying on top of you.

“Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.” Harry admires, taking in all of your amazing features. He then begins to work your body, starting with your neck and working his way down. He peppers kisses all across your skin and he continues with his affirmation as he kisses down and up your body. “Wanna make you feel good, wanna make love to you. Can I baby?” Harry asks softly, bringing his lips to yours.

“Please?” You sigh needfully up to him. You really needed to feel good. When you give him this answer, Harry is quick to keep himself propped up on one hand as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. When you feel him nudging at your hole, you reach up to pull his face down and connect your lips with his before lifting your hips up a little to give him the signal to keep going. As he pushes into you, you both keep your mouth’s against each others, moaning into one another as he enters you. It felt a bit weird, but it felt really good. You felt full and Harry was filling you. Everything was perfect.

Harry continues to slowly and deeply rock his hips into you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear through his moans and  keeping two fingers on your clit. The both of you were on cloud nine. You were being fully pleasured by Harry and he was pleasuring you and you feel special the way you deserved while receiving amazing pleasure as well. Since the both of you were a bit more sensitive due to the fact that there were so many emotions involved, you and Harry reached the edge pretty quickly. The pleasure was outstanding and you both needed to let go and fully experience it all.

“Wanna cum with me darling?” Harry coos through a moan, continuing to rock into you and rub at your clit.

“So bad.” You whine, feeling his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“I love you so much baby.” Harry grunts down to you, deeply pushing in one final time  as he begins to let go inside you.

“I love you too!” You gasping response, feeling your own release wash over your entire being. It was amazing to say the least.

“Y’so beautiful.” He says again as he rides the wave of his release. When he says this, he is subliminally signaling for you to repeat it.

“I’m beautiful.” You say softly, still feeling the major shocks of your release.

One round of loving wouldn’t do the ultimate trick in changing how you felt, but it was definitely a good place to start.

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❤️ alex maybe 😁 💛 💖

these are cute ferre thinks they should get some :D ( ft. mun positivity meme w/ @etherealve )

❤️ - talk about one of your mutuals/partners alex and why you enjoy them and their blog!

*slams hands on table* why i would love NOTHING MORE than to tell you why i adore alex ( @jeoseungsaja // @theimpalpable ) and their blogs- thank you for this wonderful opportunity JFKLSDJF

let's start with the basics- alex?? is SO SWEET?? AND SO NICE?? and just all around super fun to write with, plot with, and just to be interacting with in general?? when i first started following her i was kinda like 'is this person for real?? this isn't like a trick or anything is it??' but that thought went away real fast because alex treats all of her writing partners SO WELL both on a writing level but also on a personal level...she takes genuine interest and care in her writing partners' ocs which is SO HARD TO FIND. like have you seen the meta questions she sends ppl?? they're deep!! they require a lot of thought to answer well. it's not easy sending in good questions so that alone already tells me how much she cares not only about her own ocs but her partners' ocs!! but also, she's just a joy to see on my dash in general?? even if it's not content that involves me, i always like seeing what she and her muses are up to- she's so supportive of all of her mutuals and also just welcoming of newcomers as well and just, it's comforting to see :'D

but you know who writes really well and is EXCELLENT at character development?? alex!! she goes hard with all of it and you can tell she put a lot of thought and research into her characters...the lore i wanna give it a chef's kiss because WOW the hcs she posts about all of them feels so natural and would make sense for her muses?? basically what i'm trying to say is that her character concepts are VERY WELL EXECUTED and feel so real...and she does it because she genuinely enjoys doing so!! also her interpretation of goblin's saja is to die for!! when i think of saja i think of alex's intepretation first and then i realize that's not the actual canon...but then again, alex might as well call saja/wang yeo/lee hyuk her own ocs because all three of them are distinct in personality, character arcs, aesthetics, etc. despite technically being the same person!! also she's so much fun to plot with?? I LOVE ALL OF OUR DYNAMICS LIKE HYURICK HELP THEY ALL LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE- like, i give her an idea and then she gives it back to me tenfold and whether that causes me joy or pain ( *cough cough* hyurick in vigilante au GOD WHY ) i'll take it all...and she also has so many great ideas that i wanna write out with her too!! and finally!! her writing?? is to die for- it's beautiful prose but also so welcoming?? very engaging for sure, which is essential for rp me thinks, someone pls take the mic away from me before i accidentally launch into a full blown thesis on why alex is a great human being who deserves nothing but good things in her life :D

💛 - talk about something you love seeing on your dash!

dash commentary?? i love seeing dash shennigans on my dashboard SO MUCH bc they're almost always goofy and weird and it's just wonderful to see in general...thank goodness for the comment sections too bc really?? that's where all the good rp stuff happens JFLKSJD

💖 - talk about a character arc or development that you’ve been really proud of!

so i can talk about patrick here, right? because making him was my first time making an oc that was based off of a canon character and honestly?? he's grown into his own person outside of my beloved professor l*ayton and I LOVE THAT?? i didn't expect him to be so...mischievous. playful :'D i was also nervous about voicing a character who tends to be more formal in his speaking style but i like to think i've managed to nail it down!!

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Could you do something with Damian and a really cuddly, clingy, touchy-feely reader? I feel like his brothers would be v confused about the whole situation bc Damian's just chillin and always seems neutral to what's happening while reader is just like, koala bear hugging him and stuff all the time.

Firstly. I love this concept with every fiber of my being because, oh good god, it's me. Thank you so much for bringing this to inbox, because I've been lacking on inspiration lately, and this is just what I need right now. Thanks doll!!

Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

Tim stops dead in his tracks, cereal bowl nearly slipping from his hand as he halts in the doorway to the huge living room. He pauses, before cautiously asking, "What is this? What am I looking at?"

Damian's arm twitches against your back, the only give away that he's been caught off guard. You seem just as relaxed, sprawled on top of him like you've been there your whole life.

You don't even look at him, eyes still glued to the phone screen shining up at you from the floor, which you're facing with your face pressed against Damian's shoulder. "You've known me for five years and you still haven't learned my name? Rude."

He blinks. "Sure, sure. Right. Because it's absolutely normal for anyone to successfully get within a foot of Damian and not get knocked out."

You snort, but it still isn't enough to pry your attention away from your phone. Damian either, as he reads a book over your shoulder, which is settled under his chin. He must be tired or in a terrifyingly good mood, if he hasn't shoved you off in hopes of hiding emotions from his family. That's what he usually does when he gets caught with you, anyway.

He's been tiptoeing around the subject of you for a solid year and half now. It wasn't exactly easy, seeing as you're also a family friend, what with being a vigilante and all. You're Damian's partner, have been for three years, and you're in the manor often enough that you have your own room, right next to Damian's.

Still, even with no clear answers from either of you, the whole family has suspected a relationship for a long time.

But Damian isn't very touch oriented. In fact, he's been known to go to nearly astonishing lengths to avoid being touched at all.

And now here he is, you laying on top of him, out in the open, absolutely unbothered by Tim catching it.

Tim decides quickly not to risk Damian's mood spoiling while he's around, so he backpedals and heads for his room.

• • •

Jason doesn't come to the manor often, but when he does, there's usually a decently concerning reason for it. This time, he's waiting out a possible kidnapping by one king pin or another. You haven't been paying as much attention as you probably should.

Now, he's trotting down the steps from Bruce's office to fix a suspicious rattling noise his motorcycle has been making for a shameful period of time.

However, he stops beside the super computer, looking a little aghast and far too dramatic for the sight.

Damian side-eyes him, still typing away, but his head doesn't move. It really can't, because you're resting your head on top of it.

You're resting your full weight on the back of the chair, which Jason now realizes isn't the tall backed chair that usual sits there, with your cheek buried in the soft looking bush that is Damian's hair. Your eyes are closed, and your arms and draped over his shoulders, hands laying on his chest.

Jason catches himself staring when Damian's side-eyeing turns into a curious glare. Tentatively, Jason points to you, and raises an eyebrow.

Lowly, Damian somewhat patiently answers, "She's half asleep."

Your eyebrows slant together. "Hmm?"

Jason's expression becomes more confused. "She sleeps standing up?"

"Apparently," Damian mumbles.

Jason, more than a little perturbed but Damian's oddly placid demeanor and your absurd sleeping habits, shuffles the rest if the way to his bike, grabbing the toolbox on his way.

• • •

Dick sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket—correction, three blankets, facing the rest of the living room, where Damian sits on one couch, and Duke occupies the other.

"No no, I'm not saying Bella wasn't smokin, I'm just saying that those facial expressions and life decisions were questionable enough to make a guy think twice," Dick tries to reason.

Duke makes a face. "Bro, are you kidding? If a chick stares at you from across a lunch room and you've never spoke to her, you don't even try."

Damian scoffs. Duke raises an eyebrow, and just when he's about to beg for the story of who tied him to a steel chair and forced him to watch Twilight, you shoulder the double door open.

Damian doesn't look up from his newest book, which could be deemed rude if you weren't so close and comfortable with one another. "Evening, Beloved, how was your drive?"

You say nothing. You drop your bag by his feet, crawl the rest of the way onto the couch, and collapse. Your head in on a pillow between Damian's thighs and the arm of the couch, the rest of you divided unevenly between his lap and the rest of the couch.

He glances away from the pages briefly. "Traffic?" His hand slips under your shirt to gently run blunt nails up and down your spine.

For a moment, you're quiet, and neither of the two older men know how to react.

Then, without warning, you wail into the pillow. "Who the everloving fuck drives a Winnebago through central Gotham at six o'clock going fourteen miles an hour?"

Duke barks a loud laugh, before he claps a hand over his mouth in fear of a punishment. But a man can only do so much, so he sits with his hand over his mouth, giggling like a fifteen year old listening to a dirty joke with his parents in the room.

Damian chuckles lightly, white teeth peeking through a little smile that he's trying to suppress, much for the same reason Duke is doing his best not to let you hear him laugh.

Dick is more focused on the two of you, and the fact that his baby brother has grown up and changed for the better so much—

• • •

Cassandra climbs the stairs with some difficulty, thanks to two new sets of stitches and a few too many fresh bruises.

It's nothing a few days of relaxation won't fix. It was worth it, to see Poison Ivy put back behind bars—even if it did take four of you.

Shortly after arriving back, you and Damian had disappeared up to his room, after you'd both been checked over by Alfred. Aside from some intense bruising and a fee cuts and scrapes, you'd both been spared.

She knocks on his door a few times. With no answer, she loudly turns the handle and pushes the door open slowly, giving you enough time to correct her if need be. She knows at least one of you are in here, because the light is on. "Alfred sent me to tell you that there's dinner, if you want–"

She stops. You are, in fact, both in the room. However, neither of you are conscious.

Damian is sprawled haphazardly across his bed, face half squished into a pillow.

You're flopped across his back, horizontal across his bed, likely also with a pillow, but she can't see your face to be sure.

For a moment that feels a little intrusive, she stares, eyes wide. Not because he's in only boxers and you're in shorts and a sports bra (neither are necessarily a new sight, with one makeshift locker room in the Cave and a city with way too many privacy-surpassing emergencies), but because she's never witnessed Damian allowing another person to be so close to him while asleep.

Even on week long stakeouts that confine them to one room, he claims one corner for himself and doesn't tolerate that invisible boundary to be broken, especially when he's asleep.

She wouldn't even be so surprised if you were passed out in his reading chair, or even on a pile of blankets in the floor, or hell, even if you were on opposite sides of the bed. But you're literally as close to him as you could possibly be. And he's still sound asleep.

She closes the door and backs away slowly, a little smile on her face, even though she was too tired to laugh at the joke Bruce tried to crack a few minutes ago.

• • •

Bruce sits, almost impatiently, on a stone bench by the fountain the middle of Gotham City Gardens. The whole family had come here for the day, on invitation of the organization's owners. Of course, not everyone was officially recognized as family by anyone outside the Manor, so there were quite a few plus ones—you being one of them.

Of course you were. You're always invited. Over the years, it's become a running joke. A trip to the grocery store? (Y/N) must be invited. Walking from the W.I. building to an ice cream parlor and back? I bet (Y/N) is invited. At one point, Damian became so simultaneously annoyed and amused by it that for a week, you really did join him on every single outing. No one knows how exactly you made it across Gotham in six minutes flat to help him pick up cereal but by golly you managed it.

Bruce is currently waiting on you and Damian, who swore to meet him here for a few pictures (at Alfred's request). The pair of you had gone off on your own after about an hour of meandering around with his family, and no one has heard from either of you since. He would be worried, but you were both too excited about this to get into any trouble that would risk being sent home early.

Your laughter finds him before you do. It comes from around a corner of tall hedges, and shortly after, so do you.

You're smiling ear to ear, giggling like a school girl, elbows balanced on Damian's shoulders, about as precariously as you are on his back. That is to say, quite stable. Damian is grinning as well, his arms linked around you're knees at his sides to keep you as stable as you are. You've got an ice cream cone in each hand, one obviously having had more attention than the other.

Bruce's heart swells in his chest at the absolute joy on his son's face.

Damian stops not too far, shifting your weight to free one hand. You help, carefully resituating yourself to hold yourself up easily. You hand him the neglected ice cream, resting your now free hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Father," Damian sounds a little winded, and Bruce wonders if the running he heard earlier had been you two. "Somebody found an ice cream bar and insisted we stop before meeting you." He doesn't sound apologetic in the least.

"Hey!" You laugh, flicking the back of his ear as payback.

As payback for payback, he takes the edge of his cone between his teeth, and uses his free hand to give the back of your knee a quick pinch, before he occupies his hand again to tilt the odds in his favor.

You squeal and jerk. "Damian! You're gonna make me fall, and if I go down, you're coming with me!"

Bruce laughs loudly.

• • •

Alfred is on his way to the library to finish the afternoon chores. All he needs to do is straighten up in there, and he can call it an evening. Just in time, too, as one of the local channels is running a Downton Abbey marathon tonight that he doesn't particularly want to miss.

He pushes open the doors to get a little extra fresh air, but pauses just inside the doorway.

Damian is stretched out in one of the plush leather chairs, his long legs propped up by his ankles on the coffee table, head resting limply on the back of the chair. You're curled up in his lap, head on his shoulder, legs folded up on either side of his thighs, arms wound around his back. His hands are folded together on your back. You're both fast asleep.

The elder man is suddenly flooded with memories of the boy's first few months in this manor. In this room, even. He was politely feral, as Bruce had once put it. He was so uncomfortable all the time, though he fought not to show it. It was so new to him, to be openly cared for the way his family tried to care for him. Most people he met back then treated him as the cold, rude, trained assassin that he presented himself as.

So many overlooked the terrified ten year old boy that shook beneath the armor and the weight of the mantels he was expected to take up in so few years.

Of course Alfred had been paying attention to him all this time, all the growing he's done and the man he's becoming. He's always been proud.

But it's here, in this exact moment, that Alfred really takes in how different he is now, compared to then.

Not only did he find the strength and the trust to forge a close bond with you, one that would arguably outlast just about anything it was forced to endure, but he'd fostered such a sweet affection for you. He's found the space within himself to make room for a great love for you, and his family, and his friends.

And you're so good for him. You remind him of the things he could be, if he wanted, and not of what he should be or could have been. You provide him a sense of normalcy when he needs it, and battle ready companion when he needs that.

You look past the blazing armor of controlled aggression and lessons learned to reach the beautiful soul he is. And most importantly, you love him for all of it. You manage to dig so far beyond what he's been taught and the walls he's put up, that you look at what was meant to be the perfect soldier and you see a pillow to sleep on. You trust him with everything, including your vulnerability, just as he trusts you.

Alfred marks the page of the open book on the floor, closes it, and leaves it in the table for you later. He leaves as quietly as he came, in hopes of leaving the two of you undisturbed.