#and I can’t be bothered to redo the whole thing to change it

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Okay, it’s here!

I’m thinking of making a google doc with Jack and Nikki scenes from all their episodes. Would anyone be interested? I couldn’t find any scenepacks anywhere. There’s ones for Nikki and Harry but nothing for my fav ship.

It’s going to take absolutely ages but I’m willing to do it if there’s even a few people who would like it.

[revory]

“You’re not a Chambermaid, are you?” - Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mean behaviour from other servants.

Summary: When the usual chambermaid falls ill, Y/N has to step up from her normal role and fill in for her. But when she enters a room to begin her duties, she does not realise that it belongs to a certain one-eyed prince…

Word count: 1876 words

A/N: Hi guys! I’m Rev, and this is my very first time writing, so tips are very much appreciated!! Please reblog if you like it, it would help a lot :) This  is mostly fluff, but if you guys like it I’m more than happy to make another part that's smut or in Aemond’s POV. Words in bold are Y/N’s thoughts, btw. Happy reading!

PART 2 COMING SOON!

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“What? But….but I wasn’t trained for this-”

“Your job is to serve the royal family, Y/N. No matter in what way,” Dorris, your superior says, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Do you think they will care that you are not the usual girl? No. Do you think they will notice that you are a scullery maid? Oh please…”

One of the usual chambermaids fell ill, and they were short on staff, so Dorris decided to volunteer you to step up, without consulting you first. You were panicking though, as you had only worked in the Red Keep for about a month, and only as a scullery maid. Your work consisted of scrubbing the kitchen tops and floors, and taking any waste out, so changing sheets and cleaning chambers was something you were not used to.

“Dorris, I can’t….I’ve never done this befo-”

“Well you will today,” she glares at you. Honestly, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve laughed at how her eyes almost popped out of the sockets and how her lips were pressed in a single line. “…and you will continue until you’re not needed anymore.”

You sigh, not wanting to start a fight. You didn’t want to lose your job, especially not after only working there for such a short time. No matter how much you hated the situation, you were determined to earn some money to send back to your mother and little brother, and so you kept your mouth shut. You take the chambermaid uniform from Dorris’s hand, the clothes being much cleaner than what you were wearing. It would have been weird if a chambermaid had rabbit blood all over her apron, which she certainly did not need for remaking beds.

After changing into your new uniform, you quickly redo your hair in one braid down your back, before leaving the servants quarters to pick up your equipment. In the storage room, you find other chambermaids, dressed the same as you, chatting with each other.  You smile at them, but they just stare and side-eye each other. Okay, rude. You look around for all the things you need and try to balance them in your arms, the others laughing when you keep dropping something.

“Seven hells….where is her basket?” One snickers, looking at the others before glancing at you.

You tried to ignore them, as you grab one of the woven baskets they were mentioning, shoving your supplies in before rushing out the door. Dorris gave you a sheet, well, a badly drawn map by her of the Red Keep, so you could navigate your way around. All the rooms that were circled were the ones you had to tend to, one of them being a very large one by the looks of Dorris’s map. You decide to start with that one, so the biggest would be over and done with by nightfall. As you approach the room, there are two large doors, unlike the other rooms you’ve been to in the Red Keep.  Hmm…odd. You knock three times, but no answer. You knock again, this time, you speak.

“Hello…?…It’s the chambermaid….is anyone inside…?” You twist the doorknob, and to your surprise, it's unlocked. I guess nobody is here so…should I just go? You enter cautiously, not bothering to close the door, looking around the room. Your jaw drops as you take it all in, the room is bigger than any one you have ever seen. You think that even your whole house was smaller than this. There is a large four-poster bed, black sheets and a dark wood frame. Opposite the bed was a table, stacked parchment and books in a pile neatly on it. To the right was a fireplace, one long circular couch in front of it. Every piece of furniture in the room was a shade of black or dark green. You wondered who occupied this room, they must be quite important.

After you finish your observations…and silent jealously, you begin to take the sheets of the bed off, dusting the bed before putting on the new black spread. As you do this though, the sheet isn’t being laid evenly, causing one side to lift off as you pull on the other. You begin to get frustrated, you knew this wasn’t right for you. Stupid Dorris. As more time goes on, you still cannot make the sheets look nice for the life of you. You begin to groan, stomping around like a toddler.

“Seven fucking hells!” You shout out, throwing the sheets off the bed and onto the floor in rage. You aggressively wipe your tears away, not even noticing that you had begun to cry in annoyance.

“Having trouble, are we?” You hear a deep voice behind you, jumping in surprise and snapping around to face the door. There, stood a man, leaning against the doorframe, a faint smirk on his face, like he was trying not to laugh. The long, silver hair that flowed down his shoulders, and the eyepatch were enough to tell you who he was. Prince Aemond. So this was his room. Your eyes were wide, red from the tears, as you scrambled to give him an awkward curtsy.

“M-my Prince….forgive me, for-”

“Entering a prince’s chambers without permission, then taking my sheets and throwing them on the floor, before swearing in my presence?” he cuts you off, this clearly being a game for him. But when he sees your terrified expression, and the way your eyes begin to water, his gaze softens.

“I’m only jesting, my Lady,” Aemond smiles, going over to the sheets that you had thrown on the floor, picking them up and handing them to you. You stare up at him, mouth slightly agape at his towering figure. “Please, take your time,” he says as he walks over to his desk, unstacking the sheets and beginning to read over them. Great, so now he has to watch me fail. As you begin to redo the bed, you see Aemond,  busy writing letters to some lord or whoever the hell princes talk to. Unbeknownst to you, however, the prince can’t help but steal a glance or two up at you, lips curling into a small smirk as he hears you mutter a curse occasionally. When you are practically laying on his bed, trying to get the top right-hand corner of the sheet under the bed, Aemond sighs.

“You’re not a chambermaid, are you?” you can hear the smile evident in his voice, too embarrassed to face him as you continue to look at the sheets.

“…N-no, my Prince…how did you know?…”

“Because chambermaids would have taken five minutes for the whole bed. You, on the other hand, have been stuck on the same corner for half an hour,” he states blankly, leaning back into his chair to watch your embarrassed expression.

“….forgive me-”

“Here,” he stands, making his way to you, his walk a little intimidating. You can’t even seem to process what is happening as he stands behind you, placing his large hands on yours, guiding you on how to properly make the bed. As he explains how to do it, you’re not even focussing, cheeks heating up and breath quickening at the feeling of his warm fingers on your skin. You don’t realise what you are doing, as you close your eyes, inhaling to take in his scent. He smells like pine wood, a slight plum scent lingering. Probably from the pie I had seen being made for his family earlier today. Your thoughts are interrupted when he clears his throat, your eyes shoot open to find the bed being done completely. You look over your shoulder, finding Aemond smirking slightly, clearly having witnessed your little���act. You swallow, throat feeling dry as you try to think of words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Understand now?” he raises his eyebrow, hands still on yours, before you turn around to face him completely.

You nod furiously, you’re certain that you’re blushing like a madman. Aemond chuckles as he walks back to his desk.

“Good. You may now do whatever else needs cleaning.”

You look around to find anything messy you could start with, but you find nothing. Aemond’s room is perfectly spotless, everything neatly placed, no mess whatsoever. You sigh, deciding you will just dust of the furniture slowly, finding that you don’t want to leave. Why face those bitchy girls again when you could be in Prince Aemond’s room?

As more time goes on, you find yourself ‘dusting’ for a while, and by dusting, I mean just staring in awe at Aemond, quickly looking away when he looks at you back. You don’t see the smirk that rests upon his lips as he sees your eyes widen, pretending to clean the same spot on the shelves again. The sun was now setting, the room tinted orange from the windows, as Aemond gets an idea into his head.

“Oh, and…” he looks at you, thinking if you told him your name or not.

“Y/N, my Prince…”

“Y/N…” he repeats slowly, before remembering what he was going to say. “I think I’d like a warm bath before nightfall, would you be a dear and help me? That is if you don’t have more important duties tonight…” he says, eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oh-, not at all, my Prince,” you gulp slowly, leaving the room to get the jugs of hot water, but before you could leave, he speaks.

“I’ll be in this room with the tub, so just come in here when you’re done,” he says, you nod as you leave.

When you come back, your holding two tubs of hot water, going back four times to get more, as you place the jugs outside the door of the room Aemond said he would be in. By the fourth time, you’re certain you have enough, as you knock on the room’s door.

“Come in, Y/N.” Every time he said your name, your heart fluttered. With excitement or nervousness, you didn't know, but you slowly opened the door, your jaw dropping at the scene in front of you. Inside, was a smaller room, a large tub in the middle, Aemond on the side of it. He was standing there, back facing you, his shirt off, making his back muscles visible. He seemed to be in the middle of unbuckling his belt, head looking behind his shoulder before turning around completely. You wanted to act professional, but your eyes were betraying you, wandering down to his toned bare torso, inhaling so you wouldn’t stop breathing. Gods…

“You can pour the water in, Y/N, then we can start.”

We? What does he mean, ‘we’?…He can’t possibly mean…

As much as you loved the sight in front of you…and that you wouldn’t be opposed to seeing…more, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You didn’t know how you would be able to sleep at night without the embarrassing scenario replaying in your head.

“…My Prince, I'm but a scullery maid��� I’ve never bathed someone…I'll fetch a more experienced maid-”

“Nonsense. You will stay…I want you to stay.” Your heart stops, half excited, half scared. “Besides, you’ll need someone to teach you if you’re going to be serving me for a while…”

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Let me know if you guys want to be added to a tag list or if you have any other requests!

Thanks for reading!

Rev :)

[earlyspringtranscendence]

ok i made this post already but tumblr ate it and also it started to get far more in depth than i intended so perhaps it is good i’m redoing it with better formatting. anyway is anyone else deeply unwell about mjf and dax harwood meeting in the ring again for what (iirc, but my brain don’t work too good) is essentially the first time since the pinnacle break up or is it just me. it’s about the devotion. it’s about changing when a beloved can’t change alongside you. and THEN it’s about a whole lot of twitter drama

i think what has always gotten to me about max and dax (and specifically them, though mjftr in general is of course a large part of this and also something i’m crazy about) is how during the pinnacle days dax was part of mjf’s family and max was part of his. ftr stood in a position of higher standing than wardlow, sure, but their relative normalcy in the friendship they had with max is what made him so utterly devoted to them in a way that is truly painful to see especially now when comparing it to the whole mjf + adam cole tag team.

something that stuck out to me in that bit where they’re playing video games is when max says he’s never played multiplayer cause he’s never had friends, but the pinnacle was like... beyond anything he’s been a part of since. i think what has come closest before adam was the specific twitter relationship btwn mjf and bestsmileinthebusiness lee moriarty (remember when they were firmly flirting with each other on twit? god those were the days) but then i’m also sensitive about the pinnacle so this is like besides the point

anyway, there wasn’t dead much going on with ftr in the pinnacle and part of that is of course their recent arrival to aew and them coming into their own as wrestlers with more creative freedom than they had been afforded before. they were cast as heels because that’s what they had always been and as such is what the audience expected and what made the transition go along smoothly, but as always with wrestling you gotta pick and choose where the line btwn kayfabe and reality lies and for now i’m gonna focus all my attention on the fictional because while all that is interesting from an irl perspective, it’s got fuck all to do with the emotions i’m feeling towards these crazy kids

regardless, when max has a new friend he will do anything to keep that friend. the only line he has never crossed in friendship is the one where he trusts the other person. an interesting dichotomy in the character of mjf to me has always been how easily he subjugates himself and humiliates himself (in the eyes of toxic masculinity, ykwim) to please one of his baser instincts (winning, saving face, love) and it’s something he did with ftr a lot by the end

i’ve been thinking about that one interview he did with barstool where ftr come in at the end and it’s awkward because it’s in the stage of separation before the eventual breakup. cash is all smiles and happy to be there, max is praising them both like nothing else and dax is... starting to get a little bit annoyed. he’s bothered. something’s rubbing him just a little bit wrong.

(this already is like sending me into a spiral but thats neither here nor there)

(cash is pointing at max here btw, i couldn’t get the screenie quite right)

this subtle thing is so important to me. cash’s persona during this period (and for the most part it still is) is so like laid back. he follows whatever dax wants to do but only because he’s sort of just good with whatever. even in this video there’s an element of refereeing or messenger boy-ing he’s doing between his friend and his other half that’s so dynamic to watch. (also it doesn’t hurt that the angle of the camera cuts off dax’s eyes so you only see his slightly defensive seeming posture towards max. it’s something i’m reading too deeply into by far but it’s something that does, like, enhance this experience for me)

(yt subtitles are wrong, he said heat not hate but like. whatevs) in this bit dax thinks brandon’s talking abt dax towards himself and he’s quick to interject, but when it’s clarified he’s talking about mjf there’s a considering look and a bit of a grimace. anyone else going crazy or is it just me

DAX SAYS THIS SO QUICKLY. HE SNAPS TO THIS SO QUICKLY. I’M CRAZY ABOUT THIS DYNAMIC

ok we have to move on from this because i still have so much to cover

i wanna talk about the second part of my motivation for caring so deeply about these two and that’s the ‘changing and being spitting mad a beloved isn’t changing alongside you’. beloved may have been a big word, i’ll allow for that, but please do recall that ftr are the ones who loudly proclaims that mjf is their family in pinnacle promos

thank you cash for making me absolutely insane i appreciate it now onto dax

i refuse to be normal about them.

anyway this disgust that ftr started showing once the pinnacle fell apart (and, crucially, punk became their bezzie) because they started turning face (due in part to the wardlow sitch, the other part, you guessed it, punk) and max couldn’t follow them there is in such dire opposition to this that it feels real. like i’m a mark and all but like it feels really genuine. the (learned) masculine inclination to turn to anger rather than sadness when someone disappoints you.

then max, you know, left us hanging for a veritable fucking age and in the meantime this all happened (bear in mind that more than this happened this was just what i could bear to actually reblog bc i’m not joking i’m like genuinely very unwell about this group it made me feel like so upset when it happened so you know. this isn’t the absolute worst of the worst it’s just what i could bear):

(ngl i thought i had a little more than just this post saved but they were talking supreme shit and i guess my fragile self wasn’t having it. good on me for knowing boundaries. anyway you get the idea tho, this was all happening and there was general mjf smacktalk all while mjf couldn’t respond to it because he was on his little getaway getting built as fuck)

and this:

(post found here, idk what this is from originally) you see what i mean too though about cash being this benevolent, laid back bystander and dax being angry. what’s that sentiment about being angry because you care?

what this all boils down to at long last after many paragraphs of me making very little points is this: next saturday at collision mjf is going to be doing his shit with adam cole and ftr is going to be husbands as all get, but i don’t care about any of that in the face of this final showdown between dax and max, even if i know, in my brain and my heart, that none of this will even be all that relevant to the story anymore. pour one out.

(and also final disclaimer i’ve never actually heard of any like shoot nonsense btwn these two and i’m Preddy sure this is all just part of the narrative, but i could be wrong. if anything btwn them is real well that’s none of my business and they shouldn’t have put it on the internet then. i mean im mostly kidding but if it’s real obviously disregard this reading of that situation)

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Redo: Six of Crows Characters Sorted into DnD Classes

It was bothering me how I didn’t actually justify my answers in my post sorting Six of Crows characters into DnD classes. In addition, I want to change my answers. So I’m redoing the whole thing: Starting again with…

Kaz Brekker: Mastermind Rogue with the Urchin background He stays the same. There’s no better class/subclass for him. In fact I struggle to think of any others he could conceivably fit in, and I only draw blanks. Now for the actual justification that was missing from last time. While it is all pretty self-explanatory, that is not acceptable evidence. It’s like handing in an essay to a professor that states your argument and the rest is just, “if you read the story you’ll know why”. And, unfortunately, I have academic standards for myself. So, without further ado, Kaz is the mastermind of the Dregs. Per Haskell can lie to himself (and then get fucked) all he wants. As stated in the book, he is just another puppet in Kaz’s plans. He’s the figurehead to Kaz’s actual government lol. There is very little he doesn’t account for, and always has several back up plans. What is a mastermind if they can’t plan their way out of ANYTHING?  The subclass is the main reason he’s a rogue, but per my last post he is incredibly perceptive, thrifty/resourceful, and can do major sneak attack damage. Not to mention, but what’s more rogue than letting people underestimate you, in this case because of his disability, only to prove them wrong at the most opportune time for your plan? Related, but only tangentially, he’s not a master of disguise but he can pull a convincing one together in remarkable time.He is so incredibly well connected through secrets and knowledge (even though it’s Inej whose the one gathering said knowledge, he’s the one who exploits it like a good mastermind. But we’re not talking about his subclass anymore). Going back to the first sentence of this paragraph, he is incredibly hard to get a jump on. Even that initial kidnapping that kicked off the plot of the first book, he was only caught because he couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at, not because he didn’t see it. He is a rogue to the tune of my friend’s whose whole thing is that she’s always watching. If I had to give him a magic item it would be said friend’s PC’s jacket of many eyes if you will, which with expertise makes this PC an absolute legend at nightwatch lmao, and saves us the horror of surprise attacks. That is Kaz for his group. He’s thrifty. Going back to people underestimating him, he is a master of improvising with his cane. And That’s such a rogue (or monk) move, to use just what’s at his availability in a given situation. Because you can go one of two ways with a rogue (typically), which are the complete shadow route (Inej) or a flashier route, and Kaz, arguably, took the latter, it’s all about the kind of surprise of it. That’s for lack of a better way of saying it. Rogues really keep you on your toes. Finally, sneak attack damage. I still have not reread the books again, but I know there were moments when Kaz would attack people from behind while they were distracted; if not, it’s something he’d do. As for his background, criminal’s an option, a hombrewed farmer background could be used, but Urchin is what fits best. While, yes he is and was a criminal, that’s only because he was an urchin before that. His backstory and his development hinge on Pekka Rollins scamming Jordie and him, leading to Jordie’s death, leading to him swearing vengeance. And none of that could’ve come about if he and Jordie were not wet around the ears, unsupervised urchins in Ketterdam.

This is going to be an uholily long post, oops. Regrettably I feel no regret, let’s discuss my favorite character: Jesper Fahey: ONE level in Sorcerer, then multiclasses into Fighter and takes the Gunslinger subclass. He retains the Gambler background. I can see his single sorcerer level coming about in 2 ways, a fun thing with his backstory where he and the DM orchestrate the reveal in the books. Therefore the character arc, and have it be one of his character’s main plot lines. Or, he is like me and a diskier of magic classes. But he tried, didn’t like it, multiclassed at the first available opportunity. Then it was twisted to be useful later on in the campaign. He is just like me fr fr (and Gideon Nav) he sees opportunity to fight, he fights. I love how each character has an object that’s heavily entrenched in their backstories. If they pull a Hunter the Vigil I can see each person’s like one on one prologue centering on said objects (ex: Kaz’s gloves, Inej’s knives, Nina’s kefta, etc). That’s besides the point though. He’s a fighter because it’s the quintessential martial class and he just doesn’t fit into the others. He’s not angry or explosive enough to be a barbarian. On the exact other side of the spectrum, he’s not methodical or practiced enough to be a monk. He’s a fairly straightforward fighter. His complexities lie in his backstory/how he’s played, not really in his class (when i say this bastard is like me fr fr, I fucking mean it). Obviously, because his guns are so integral to his backstory, he took the gunslinger subclass. Regrettably there’s really not much else to it. He evidently talked a lot with the DM, definitely making an argument to start with guns.  Gambler background, there’s others that arguments could be made for, but like Kaz none of them really encompass him as a character. Gambling is a huge hurdle for Jesper. It greatly impacts his life, like all addictions do. Therefore it greatly impacts how he acts as a character and his motivations/priorities. Jesper is the kind of character that’s really simple on paper, but comes to life in game.

Matthias Helver: I think I was right on the money with him too. Beast Master Ranger that multiclasses into Oathbreaker Paladin with the Zealot background He’s a beast master because of his wolf, that’s really about it. Regardless, that wolf did mean a lot to him so it should be reflected in his character in some way. That being said, as the campaign continued he decided to multiclass into paladin because he found it more useful (probably right about the end of the Ice Court job. They also definitely started the campaign at level 3 or 4, which kinda recons what i said about Jesper, but not entirely. I also posit (cause I don’t remember how early Matthais was introduced, but he and Wylan were late to the campaign. Cause it’s obvious the other 4 have history and these 2 were introduced later than the rest. Otherwise the players of the other 4 were an established dnd group beforehand and for the new campaign they introduced 2 new players. I’ve seen this happen twice and there is a slight, not detrimental, but slight one or two session divide while everyone gets used to each other)). He multiclasses when he does, cause honestly him being a ranger would come in handy when they were traversing the tundra from the port to the ice court. And then there’s not really any reason for him to multiclass until after he realizes that the next chunk of the campaign is going to take place in Ketterdam, rendering a good bit of his abilities useless.  Paladin plays into his backstory, but also into the fact that he’s big and tough. It’s also more fitting to his characterization than a barbarian or blood hunter. This is in the way he gives off the stereotypical way you think paladins are played, as very lawful and uptight if you will. He’s obviously not lawful good, but he is lawful regardless. If he multiclasses when I suggest, he’s at the point where he is starting to learn and break from the ideology he was brainwashed into. So, he would eventually take the oathbreaker subclass. He was a paladin for what he’s learned is an evil order and as his character develops he breaks free of it. The zealot background works perfectly for him, because it’s what he was. In addition it brings in that part of his backstory before he multiclasses. He also starts with a zealous mindset that causes strife in the group.  While he’s very much not my favorite character, from a dnd standpoint I adore him. So long as it’s done well and all the players understand it’s not personal and only in game, a character that causes a bit of strife in a group is always fun. Maybe his player is a close friend of the others and has a lot of experience with playing dnd so he manages to play this bigoted zealot in a way that doesn’t destroy the group.

Inej Ghafa: Here’s where some things change drastically. She also multiclasses, from an Oath of the Ancients Paladin to a Soulknife Rogue. And she likely trades off levels between the two. She maintains the entertainer background I couldn’t let go of the fact that her religion is a massive part of her character, yet is completely neglected in what I gave her last time. Shame on me. So she would start as a paladin, take the oath of the ancients at 3rd level then multiclass into rogue at 4th (this is where she starts the campaign, so they start at level 4). She is very entrenched in her religion; it is something that keeps her going even in the worst of times, but she’s not really a healer. Therefore she’s not a cleric. She is not a fucking support character; in flavor maybe, otherwise absolutely not. Oath of the ancients is her subclass because her religion is a long standing one as well as (i don’t know jackshit about this subclass, so don’t quote me on any of this) ancients implies multiple, and she worships multiple saints. Rogue is pretty straightforward. She’s sneaky, she’s honestly the stereotypical rogue. Soulknife might not seem so straightforward. My justification though is, as per my first draft if you will, her primary weapon is knives, why not give her unlimited knives? I see no argument against this. Plus this allows her to keep knives as her main weapon, but also deal a good deal of damage. In addition, she probably gets so many surprise attacks, so she can exploit the fuck out of her sneak attack. She’s played dnd before and she knows how to game the system. Finally, she was quite literally raised as an entertainer. I am making her routine acrobat, even though it’s not listed. It’s the most fitting background for her backstory.

Wylan Hendriks: Soooo, 2 levels of bard, because he deserves Jack of All Trades for how quickly he learned to make bombs despite disliking chemistry. Then multiclasses as an artillerist artificer with the Noble background. He’s got to have a little bard in him. As well as, he really should get Jack of All Trades, chemistry is a bitch and a half. Besides learning a heavily chemistry based skill absurdly quickly, he also adapts to each major change in his life fairly smoothly. In addition to both of those reasons, he’s stated to have tried his best to be the best in everything else to hopefully win back his father’s love and compensate for his inability to read. Even if he doesn’t like chemistry he’s pretty darn good at bomb making, and making things in general, if my memory stands. So it should stand to reason that he be an artificer. Like Kaz though, he fits into this class, mostly because of a subclass. In this case the artillerist subclass. It’s a subclass all about bombs and projectiles, and so is Wylan. He’s this class because he has to be to survive. Regardless, he’s constantly working on various experiments in order to help the group out in combat or tough situations, or, y’know, ruin his father’s life. He really adopts this role and class. He becomes great at it, just like pretty much every other subject he’s been faced with.  Finally, his background really can’t be anything else. The whatchamacallits are the closest Ketterdam has to nobility, so with a bit of tweaking to account for the fact that they aren’t true nobility it’s the most fitting background. Afterall he was not “kicked out” that long before Kaz took him under his wing. As I said in the last post though, it would probably be flavored as a disgraced noble or something.

Nina Zenik: Way of Mercy Monk that multiclasses as an Order of the Ghostslayer Blood Hunter. Her change comes in the form of her background. I know she wasn’t in the field for long, but I feel like the soldier background is far more fitting than the cloistered scholar one. Most of my reasoning stays the same. Her being a heartrender really impacts what classes/subclasses she would fit into. For example, she is a way of mercy monk because the abilities of the way of mercy, particularly the dual hands of harm and hands of healing parallel her heartrendering abilities. She can use her manipulation of the human body to do both great harm and great good, just like a way of mercy monk can. In general monk is a very fitting class for her because most monks come from a specific monastery where they likely grew up and learned. It’s not the same, but her situation being raised in the little palace parallels this quintessential part of the monk class.  After taking parem though, she multiclasses. Her abilities were a threat before, but they were controlled. Parem not only makes her even more of a threat, but it gives her abilities a more terrifying and feral, for lack of a better term, quality. Heartrending, especially after parem parallels the abilities of a blood hunter incredibly well. Both are based in fucking with the body, and lends the user and ability to manipulate a creature’s most basic functions. After (and when I say after, I'm typically including when she was on it as well. As in after she took it) parem her abilities start to come with a drastic cost. To use your abilities as a blood hunter, particularly to push them further and therefore make them stronger/more effective, you take damage yourself, and not necessarily a small amount either. Not only does Nina’s abilities take a greater toll on her after parem, but while she’s on it she’s wasting away even if she’s getting this incredible boost in her powers. Blood hunters are known to take on aspects of what they hunt, almost becoming the monster in order to successfully hunt the monster. For her, following parem she becomes monstrous in her abilities, though that also makes her much better at them. As for the ghostslayer subclass there are several reasons: it’s age as an order and the type of creatures the order focuses on.  Nina’s abilities are still her own, but they’re bastardized and warped because of parem. Again though, they’re still fundamentally her initial abilities, which she developed as a part of a long line of grisha. The order of the ghostslayer is the oldest blood hunter order. The ages parallel each other, as well as though the order has a lengthy history, one doesn’t become a blood hunter until later in life, after something horrific drives them to it. This is just like how parem drove Nina, later in life to her new abilities. Ghostslayers also primarily hunt the undead. Nina’s new abilities allow her to manipulate the dead, so there’s another connection in the focus of abilities. I changed her background because she is a very active extroverted character, not the type you’d see huddled away doing research. Her dream was to be in the field, it’s what her entire childhood culminated in. Yes she was cloistered away in the little palace, but it was learning how to be a soldier, so she can have that leeway and take the soldier background.

Kuwei Yul-Bo: Pyromancy Sorcerer with the Inheritor background He stays the same because I have not remembered anything new between that initial post and now. His abilities are his father’s every relevant part of him he inherited. And he has that vague relation to fire that I cannot remember the context for for the life of me lol.

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The Golden Guard: Eda’s Dark Parallel?

           Does anyone else think that the Golden Guard actually reminds Lilith a LOT of Eda, specifically Eda as a kid, during the good old days before she got cursed?

           Think about it… They’re both sassy, hot-headed teen prodigies with an owl motif and yellow attire. And the way Lilith angrily talks about the Golden Guard, it seems her feelings of resentment mirror how she felt towards Eda back when they were kids? Lilith, who was by-the-book and traditional, worked so hard… And then there’s this younger person with an Owl motif who just swoops in out of nowhere and through talent, completely outclasses her!

           If you go with the idea that Lilith wanted Gwendolyn’s approval and had to compete with Eda over that… Then for all we know, maybe Lilith lowkey wanted Belos’ approval as well, but felt like she was being cheated out of that with the Golden Guard, who kept stealing the spotlight from her! 

          Like she was afraid he’d take her spot as head of the Emperor’s Coven, the way Lilith feared that Eda would win the initiation duel back when they were kids… And lo and behold, the Golden Guard DID take that! Granted Lilith left an obvious vacancy from her own betrayal of Belos so of course he took that spot, but still; It’s quite a sore spot.

           In some ways, perhaps Lilith is aware of this, deep-down or not; She might see the Golden Guard as just Young Eda, but without any of the emotional connection, nor any redeeming qualities; If he does have them, again, it’s not like Lilith knows the Golden Guard well enough to know these traits, much less take them into account.

           LOTS of text and speculation and analyses below!!!

           The Golden Guard is even sixteen years old… Which, is very likely EDA’s age, back when her and Lilith competed for the Emperor’s Coven! That can take on a whole new, dark meaning for her… 

          Perhaps Lilith is low-key disturbed by the Golden Guard’s existence, because he reminds her too much of Young Eda? Eda, before she was cursed- So it’s like the memory of her is coming back to haunt Lilith, in the form of someone who has no concern for Lilith whatsoever to hold him back, unlike the actual Eda.

           And in a way, it’s a horrible reminder that some things never change, that some things stay the same and Lilith can’t get past them, she can’t outgrow it like she thought she did; Because even now, even as head of the Emperor’s Coven, there’s still a 16-year-old prodigy with an owl motif and yellow attire, who is sassy and playful and mischievous, who threatens to upstage Lilith’s self-esteem and sense of power. Somebody Lilith is afraid of; Thirty years later, and she STILL has to deal with this kind of person in her life, but it’s worse because she’s actually older and should be better, yet somehow isn’t…

           Who knows? Maybe Lilith even recognized the similarities to Eda, enough to actually be sympathetic to the Golden Guard at first? Perhaps she, on some level, saw the Golden Guard as a way to vicariously redo her past with Eda, but without the mistakes… Maybe she tried to be nice to the Golden Guard, but then he quickly turned out to be a snob, he’s not REALLY Eda; So Lilith settled on never cursing him like she did Eda, but then otherwise decided that she didn’t owe him any love and could just quietly loathe his guts.

          Lilith failed Eda in part because she was an older sister who abandoned her in a time of need, but there’s not really that expectation with the Golden Guard, so why bother? She’s got enough on her plate as is, and an ACTUAL Eda to worry about, to look after, to be concerned for and patch things up with.

           I’ve even seen people make the very good point that in a lot of ways… The Golden Guard is like a Dark Eda? In the sense that, he’s Eda, had she joined the Emperor’s Coven as a kid. He’s a look at Young Eda, if she didn’t reject the Coven System, and joined Belos- Reveling in her own talent and power as granting her ‘special treatment’ over the rest, so any downsides to the coven system weren’t HER problem anyway!

           Again, this adds another layer to the Golden Guard being very reminiscent of Young Eda, and even current Eda as well… Except, he never lost his magic and was never cursed. Maybe that’s another thing he unknowingly haunts Lilith over; He’s lowkey a reminder of what Eda could’ve been, had Lilith not been selfish and a coward, or had she communicated better. Yet at the same time, he’s frustrating- Because the Golden Guard is like the worst parts of Eda, the parts that Lilith hated and made her resentful…

           And this constant reminder of the past, of her own issues with Eda back then that culminated in the curse- It could’ve made it a LOT harder for Lilith to really resolve things with Eda, because this kid keeps reminding her why she was so angry, and it’s impossible for her to move on because the Golden Guard isn’t some distant memory, but an actual person who continues to threaten her, the way Eda had…

          And of course, the Golden Guard reminds Lilith of the Eda she lost; The happy, carefree Eda who wasn’t cursed, the Eda she could’ve had in a sense. The Eda that Lilith in some ways wanted, yet is forced to confront and acknowledge is a very obnoxious and terrible person that makes her unhappy…

          And this kind of rude reminder that the Eda that Lilith wanted would’ve continued to make her miserable, if not moreso, is not something she appreciates shattering her dreams and low-key denial, of a world where things had just been a little different.

          The person you’re trying to get, maybe get BACK, wasn’t so great after all- So you just have to move on, and be glad for the Eda who IS happier with her life and more mature, despite being older and more cursed. You gotta move past your guilt Lilith, and realize that Eda is in a better place- Not that she ever needed the curse, but she doesn’t quite need saving from the parts of her life she actually chose for herself, in part to be kind to Lilith no less! Because I bet Lilith believes that deep down, she didn’t deserve Eda’s kindness, so she wishes to reverse that compassionate decision of Eda’s that only resulted in Eda suffering because of how terrible Lily secretly is.

           But, back to the subject; There’s more similarities to Eda and the Golden Guard, especially at the end of Separate Tides; How he makes an ominous warning before casually, happily yelling “BYYEEEE!!!”, just like Eda when she warns Luz about trying to have a Moonlight Conjuring in Hooty’s Moving Hassle, before heading off to the Night Market. His widow’s peak even bears a decent resemblance to Eda’s, doesn’t it? Which…

           Combined with all of the talk about bird motifs being a Clawthorne thing, it DOES raise many questions about the Golden Guard’s potential connection to Eda. Is he some long-lost son? A third child that Gwendolyn had later in life, because witch biology might allow them to do that? Some homunculus, crafted from bits of DNA from Eda, and maybe even Belos? Belos does seem weirdly fond and trusting of him, the two are placed together in the Season 2 outro when nobody else, not even Kikimora, is there; And of course, the Golden Guard wields a staff, red magic, and fleshy creations, VERY similar to Belos…

           I can’t say for sure- But the idea of the Golden Guard as an alternate Eda is fascinating. An Eda who became completely arrogant, and didn’t stop to care about others; Her cockiness and mischief becoming cruel and obnoxious, essentially the worst parts of Eda, down the path she’d always dreaded. A look into another life, a different choice in such a pivotal part of her past… Personally, I LOVE this kind of dark parallel of a character, so I’m hoping these similarities are commented upon in-universe, assuming they’re not outright literal!

           In a way, the Golden Guard could haunt Eda, because he reminds her of herself… Of her carefree youth, but what she could’ve had… But also, the terrible things she’d done. And obviously Eda despises the coven system too much to really change her mind, and it’s safe to say that the Golden Guard is not at all what she wanted to ever become… But still, it’s a neat bit of character writing and parallelism. If Belos is like a Dark Luz, what Luz could’ve been had she not grown… And the same could apply between King and Kikimora;

           Then who knows? The Golden Guard could be a Dark Eda, who got by talent and continued to take things for granted. An Eda who swore loyalty to Belos and was embraced by the emperor for her skill and ability. Jovial and cheery, but without any of the actual compassion that makes this genuine with Eda. An immature brat who never grew up (granted he’s only sixteen and hasn’t gotten the chance), unlike Eda. And if the Golden Guard is an alternate Eda;

           It’s fascinating how his roles are reversed with his alternate Luz… The Eda parallel is younger than the Luz parallel, learning from them, and taking after their motifs as well! But I guess it’s not all too surprising, with how Eda and Luz both learn from one another, though I suspect Belos and the Golden Guard aren’t as mutual, but who knows? 

          It does make you wonder about Kikimora and King as potential mediators between these duos, whose placement remains consistent… How does Kikimora, the King parallel, interact with her Luz and Eda? Did she become close friends with HER Luz, while, as Dana’s art suggests, she seems somewhat irritated by and resentful of her own Eda? So it’s like Eda and King never grew to be friends and conquer differences… As well as if King never grew to respect Luz and saw her as just a “f*cking nerd”?

           With how Luz is taking after Eda, and possibly getting a Cardinal palisman to complete the Clawthorne motif as a new member of the family… Who knows? The Golden Guard could be an intriguing character for her to bounce off of narratively, maybe as someone Luz might have, in another universe, learned to look up to and admire? How well Luz’s relationship be with the Golden Guard, if they are a Dark Eda? And how can this indirectly show us about how Luz and Young Eda would’ve interacted, what Young Eda was like, what Lilith went through as a kid…

           And, for all we know- The Golden Guard’s owl motif doesn’t hint at a pre-existing connection to the Clawthornes, but rather a future one… Maybe he’ll end up being adopted by Eda, the way Luz was? I’d love to see the Golden Guard become an evil older sibling who’s protective of Luz… 

          I ADORE that trope to death; Evil older brother with bright, younger sister, whom he cares about, and the sister cares for him too, even if it’s complicated because the sister believes in the brother to be better, while the brother doesn’t want to be better, or is at least reluctant about having to change…

           I’d love to see another Hugo and Kipo dynamic, and actually… If the Golden Guard parallels Eda, then who’s his Lilith? Could it be Luz herself? I’ve talked before the similarities between Luz and Lilith, as kids who were bullied and struggled with a lack of talent, but made up for it with hard work and ingenuity; They’ll give you a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, but then happily leap at the opportunity if they think someone is improving.

           And, as Separate Tides has also shown us; They both grapple with guilt over making Eda suffer, unintentionally to varying degrees. Luz and Lilith both learn that they’re not a burden and that it’s okay to ask for help, and come to terms with their guilt with Eda… If Belos and the Golden Guard are Luz and Eda reversed, then could Luz and the Golden Guard also be Lilith and Luz, reversed?

          With the Eda parallel being the older sibling in this scenario… An alternate timeline where Eda and Lilith were the same people, but switched places in birth, and it was EDA who ended up being the cruel and toxic sibling who left the younger feeling demeaned and worthless. I imagine if that were the case, the Golden Guard’s toxicity would occur largely in the beginning, as he acts adversarial to Luz and mocks her, taunts her over Eda’s loss of magic, and her own glyphs no doubt; The Golden Guard doesn’t seem to acknowledge glyphs as a valid form of magic himself.

           But then, if he were to get a redemption, the Golden Guard’s tune might change as he matures and learns to treat Luz more kindly… In a way mimicking how Eda really grew to care for Luz, but also the way Eda has begun to reconnect with Lilith, except with the Golden Guard as the one with the baggage and guilt.

           And, a redemption might not be too implausible, because… He is literally only sixteen, the same age as Emira and Edric, and likely the same age as Eda when SHE was cursed. Younger than Lilith, when she made the worst mistake of her life, because she didn’t understand the coven system for what it truly was –and who could blame her?- and was grappling with a likely terrible mother in Gwendolyn… The Golden Guard is literally a minor, and possibly an overworked teen prodigy.

           After all, the first glimpse of his personality Dana gave us, way back in 2020, was of the Golden Guard admitting that he was tired; And despite his usually cheery personality, all of our glimpses at his face behind the mask (symbolism!) have had him look likely serious and glum… But then again, we don’t see the lower half of his face, so who knows? 

          Perhaps the Golden Guard is abused and overworked by Belos, kind of like Amity with her parents… The Golden Guard is a child dealing with a very toxic influence, and a huge burden of responsibility no less. And with all the potential connections to Belos as maybe even a literal father, or at least a parental figure, it’s not hard to see why the Golden Guard would turn out so messed up. And the Golden Guard being ‘tired’ could be a connection to how Eda is left exhausted from her curse, too.

           So, who knows? Because of his age, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect, or at least hope, for a redemption for this kiddo. But a recent sister show to The Owl House has taught me anything, kids aren’t free from death, and Infinity Train made it clear that you can humanize and sympathize and mourn someone who deserved better, yet ultimately dug their grave and was condemned to a sudden death because of that; All because they didn’t know any better, and really couldn’t have.

           And on another note- Maybe the Golden Guard has owl motifs like Eda… Because in a lot of ways, he actually admires her? He admires the Owl Lady, or at least the certain ‘past’ version that others such as Lilith may have brought up… Maybe the Golden Guard seeks to supplant Eda the Owl Lady as The Most Powerful Witch in the Boiling Isles. Maybe he sees himself as Eda, but better, and this rebellious, hot-headed kid feels the need to prove himself by defeating someone he sees himself in.

           Maybe the Golden Guard is like Lilith, as someone who wishes Eda could’ve joined the coven system, and he’s disappointed in how all her talent was ‘wasted’ on other things. Maybe the Golden Guard was disappointed in Eda losing her magic, losing further respect for his ‘problematic idol’, and/or he felt some validation and vindication in being a successor to Eda. 

          Does he hold some grudge? Did the Owl Lady’s power excite him, give the Golden Guard a goal to recklessly challenge and defeat, so he can experience the thrill of victory and add to this feeling of invincibility that teenagers, especially the talented ones, have?

           Eda as a kid, and even now, has always been fond of spiting what others say she can’t do, or setting new precedents and accomplishments to prove herself. Maybe the Golden Guard is like that, and hopes to take on the onus of outdoing the Owl Lady; Perhaps he admires Eda, and wishes she could’ve joined a coven like him. As an outside admirer, he mourns Eda’s ‘potential’ in a way similar to Lilith, but different; Because he’s a kid who looks up to her, and not an older sibling that has an actual childhood with Eda. If so, then that’s another dark parallel to Luz;

           After all, Luz got frustrated by Eda in Adventures in the Elements. So maybe the Golden Guard is someone who grew resentful of Eda for not living up to the legend he hoped, the image he wanted, sort of like Lilith! I’ll go out on a limb and even suggest him as a past apprentice, who unlike Luz, never learned to be patient and appreciate Eda’s teachings, so he turned to the coven system and Belos for easy gratification. He didn’t want to be challenged… And in that way, the Golden Guard could parallel my speculation on Belos, as also a Dark Luz.

          So of course, it makes sense that Belos would recognize this same dilemma in the Golden Guard, and perhaps be sympathetic and take him under his wing for it. Eda might not recognize the Golden Guard because he’s changed a bit himself, is hiding his own identity –Lilith doesn’t seem to know much about the witch beneath the mask either, just the public image and façade- and Eda’s been having memory issues. Maybe this will add to the Golden Guard’s resentment, who knows? He really might just be a rebellious teen who Eda failed, unlike with Luz… And that could add to more envy, perhaps.

           At the very least; Dana’s fondness for the Golden Guard takes on a whole new meaning… What with how Eda is pretty much one of, if not THE most favorite character of hers, the one who really jumpstarted this entire show and world to begin with… Having this other character she likes essentially be a canon AU version of that beloved creation, would certainly make a lot of sense! Dana likes Eda, she likes to show us about Young Eda; So a character who IS Young Eda, just on a different path, would likely appeal to her. We’ll see…

           I think it’s worth noting that in her art of the Golden Guard, it depicts him as essentially a normal, lazy teenager who’s asking someone else to do his chore for him, while he lounges around to do something else. I could see a young Eda as occasionally fulfilling that role and asking her older sister Lily for a favor- And maybe this could allude to the Golden Guard being frequently exhausted from being overworked himself, hence “I’m tired” and wanting to extend his breaks as much as possible. We’ll just have to wait and see…

[spicyhoneybunnybeez]

I have a dog boy obsession and I love skeppy with my whole heart so if you don't mind could you write a nsfw fic of dogboy!skeppy? I'm sorry if its a bother :)

♡Genre: SMUT, 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

♡Dogboy!Poly!c!Skephalo x GN!Reader

♡Format: Headcanon

♡Quick A/N: Anon I am so sorry I forgot you had asked for Skeppy only and wrote this instead, please feel free to inbox me if you'd like me to redo it!

♡Kinks: Breeding kink, getting off on dirty clothes

♡So, remember when I said that Sapnap was a very affectionate puppy? Well, once you meet his two dads you'll absolutely understand why he is the way that he is.

♡These two are so much more clingier than Sapnap and will always hang onto you provided that you let them. Despite this though, they're very understanding if you ever mention that you're busy, occupying themselves with one anothers affection while they wait up for you.

♡You would think a pair of puppies this sweet would be such darling submissives, right? Well, not really- Both of them are switches with a heavy preference towards topping and dominating you. Between the two of them however, Skeppy is surprisingly the one to be the most dominant in bed, he just really loves having both you and Bad trembling and crying underneathe him.

♡Oh my god they absolutely melt and live for your sweet words and praises. They love it when you gasp and moan out I love you's and will literally lose control a little everytime they hear it. They also really love praising you back too, telling you how adorably small you look between the two of them and how perfect you are as you take both of them inside of you. It's rare for them to degrade you, they can never find it inside themselves to do so to either you or one another.

♡Look, at this point you can just assume that all my puppy headcanons will involve a breeding kink. Am I sorry? ...Yeah, I am- Anyways! Maybe it's because they actually raised a kid before but they are obsessed with putting a baby inside of you, breeding you and stuffing you so full of cum until you cry out to them that you feel like you're going to burst. It doesn't matter what gender you are, they just really get off on the thought of you carrying their pups.

♡They really enjoy eating you out once you're knotted by one of them. They just think it's incredibly exciting to clean up the mess one of them made inside of you. If they're feeling cheeky, they may tease the other by showing off their cum filled mouth before swallowing, leaving both you and the person who knotted you incredibly flustered. (Out of the two of them, Skeppy enjoys doing this the most.)

♡They absolutely adore clothed sex with you. Dry humping and thigh riding is a big thing between all three of you. They love it when you grind against them until you're crying from overstimulation, sometimes they even have you do it until you pass out on one of them. Once you do they're quick to take care of you of course, cleaning you up and changing your clothes. However they don't wash your dirtied clothes immediately, they're both guilty of keeping your sweat and cum soaked clothes for their own sick pleasure, getting off to it once they've taken care of you. The strong scent of you on your clothes and just how wrong the situation is gets them off in a way they can't explain. They obviously ask for your consent before doing this, of course!

♡Both of them are very very possessive of you and love marking you up with Bad taking your left side while Skeppy takes your right side. The way they mark you up is so in sync that its almost weird (but also strangely sexy). If there's a bite mark on your left shoulder there's bound to be another bite mark on your left shoulder roughly around the same spot. They'll always lick any mark they leave on you, almost as a way to say sorry if they hurt you by accident.

♡Bad's tail is more sensitive than his ears while Skeppy is the opposite. They really love it when you play with their tails and ears, finding it more endearing and comforting than sexual, but if you pull at them just right you may get a growl from them as a warning before they pounce on you.

A/N: Anon I would like to apologize once again for my mistake! I was already incredibly dedicated to this before I realized my mistake, as stated, feel free to inbox or PM me to change it! I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[dollsonmain]

That Guy has been talking about moving a lot lately.

This’ll probably get long...

Partly he hasn’t liked his job since a dem became president, though he had been saying he’s So Important at his job that he doesn’t even have to submit a resume, if he says to a company he wants to work there, they’ll take him on the spot.

However, that doesn’t and didn’t work when he tried to step outside the very tiny, tight cluster of companies in his field and also isn’t helped by that he was a complete dick to the man that got him the job and is responsible for vetting him and subbing his resume to these closed-door places so when he went looking to step out into a different, adjacent field thanks to our dem president he got no bites.

Partly all of his other shitty friends are literally leaving the country. One is off to Austria to work at the embassy (wow I do not want someone like that representing the country I live in but I guess it’s not exactly a stretch since this country is a bit too much like her bigoted ass as a whole lately), two to Spain, he wanted to move to Belize there for a bit... I think he’s jealous.

What’s odd about it is that he believes the current govt is the fascist govt because of covid lockdowns, and the dictator-esque behavior of the previous? No that’s democracy.

The fuck if I know.

Partly he doesn’t want to do home repairs but that’s universal and our home is currently falling apart because he won’t do repairs unless the results meet certain stipulations that he refuses to implement (we don’t have a shed because he wants a concrete slab put in under it, won’t let me get a shed on a gravel pad and won’t get the slab poured. Same with a new deck. Demands a slab, won’t get a slab, won’t let me do anything at all), so he’s getting in the way of getting things done to well-enough. Moving won’t change that in him or save him from that. HE is the problem.

Partly he’s just bored. Being bored of your home can be as simple as redoing a room, which we need to do anyway. 15 years we’ve lived here and never painted the office. It’s been primer white this whole time. Only reason I haven’t done alone it is that I can’t move the furniture by myself.

Part of that boredom is me not liking him at all and Son avoiding him as well as he can so he has no one to talk to at home, part of it is his remaining friends living closer to work, and part of it is this area is very boring in general unless you really love small town history so to get anything that he finds even vaguely interesting, he has to drive at least an hour one way. He’s a dance club guy.

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Personally no, I don’t want to move. I’d rather fix the house we have. This conservative, trumptastic neighborhood isn’t amazing and I can’t walk to anywhere, but natural disasters are very rare here, our house is (afaik) stable if needing repair, the yard is big enough to call a yard but not impossible to mow, etc.

I also get to listen to the roosters across the way in the mornings.

Also Son is looking forward to doing the high school courses at the technical school nearby and I don’t want to make that impossible for him.

-

That and I just hate moving. Growing up my parents moved me every two years. At some point in there I stopped bothering to make friends because I knew we wouldn’t stay.

My sophomore year of high school they moved into the house they’re still in now, but two years later I graduated and joined the army where I was moved at least every two years.

After that with That Guy we lived with his mom for two years, then moved into an apartment for two years, then moved here.

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Of course, there’s always the chance that we’d move somewhere that’s better for me, specifically.

Maybe somewhere I can walk to things instead of having to wait for someone else to feel like taking me somewhere and there is work that I can walk to maybe a bit more cultural diversity or neighbors that can step in and back me up with That Guy when I need it.

Who knows.

[jangmi-latte]

@ven-tii: Hello darling ☺️💕 May I request a Vil Schoenheit x reader? It’s their wedding night, and he makes it the most magical at the wedding. Like what it would be like there and if he sweeps her off her feet or something? then their sacred time together in the night? Reader is female please~ Tysm if you do this 😚 We stan for Vil

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 ❞

➻ content: VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL

➻ warnings: slight nsfw

➻ comments: i have been dying to write this :DD and you requested in your old account lette so i had to redo the tag 💨. hope you enjoy 💞 and yes we have a new format!!

➺ You know those wedding trailers you would see during receptions? Well, you won’t be surprised when your and Vil’s trailer would look like something out of a movie. Your cameraman would be none other than Rook, of course. It’s probably one of the best parts when being at Vil Schoenheit’s post-marriage party.

➺ Surely, Vil loved the attention from others, but this life-changing event is something he would want to have in private. Only his and your friends and family are allowed to come. The paparazzi won’t even know when the marriage happened. They’ll just be surprised Vil’s already married. 

➺ The waltz you and Vil practiced had a little backstory. It was the waltz Vil taught you back when you were still in Night Raven College. Who knew you would eventually use it in the future? Both your legs already memorised the steps. Your confidence was seen through your features as you and Vil looked at each other. It was perfect.

➺ Rook was probably smiling/capturing the moment at the sidelines. Being Vil’s cameraman AND best man was an honor. Of course, he would want his friend’s marriage to be captured in the best-- no, tres bien ways possible.

➺ Vil’s happiness was off the roof at that moment, but the most beautiful thing he has ever seen was you dancing with his father. Only a few knew Vil and his father were close. He was very important to him. Seeing two of his favorite people get along, let alone have the other be part of his family, was something Vil would cherish forever. Rook was able to catch his award-winning and never dying smile from the sidelines as he watched you enjoy yourself being around your father-in-law.

➺ Please, dancing with your mother was something he loved too. He’s very thankful that this woman was the same woman who gave her daughter’s hand to him. He remembered how hard it was to please her, and damn was it worth it.

➺ Oh, you know that tradition where the groom has to remove the bride's garter from her leg? Vil can be sly and teasing when he wants to. Hands? Jokes on you, he'd use his teeth. Please, he looks handsome and gorgeous just looking at you while pulling down on the garter from your thigh. The camera angles, Rook's got it all prepared. It was seductive.

➺ Are you still alive at your own wedding? No. 

➺ While you sat there being red and possibly having a nosebleed, Vil would just smirk at you with those kissable lips of his while tossing the garter with his back turned. Damn, he knew he was your weakness.

➺ But, that wasn't all. Okay, you wanted the night to be memorable, yes? He might've seduced you on the garter pulling part, but his dance lessons with you were going to be used. You love how both Rook and Epel hid you from Vil's sight while you and your bridesmaids helped you get dressed into one of the sexiest (but presentable) outfits you bought behind Vil's back.

➺ So while Vil was persuaded to sit on the front of the stage in confusion, some slow and sensual song played in the background. The way the audience cheered and clapped while he folded/bit on his lip brought a different aura to the room. When you popped out on the stage in that tantalizing outfit, oh boy, Vil was melting. Calm and composed is he on the outside, but his heart was beating so fast on the inside, his grin was boosting your pride.

➺ You danced with your bridesmaids and maid of honor and Vil’s eyes were only glued on you. When did you have the time to escape the preparations and practice this seductive dance number? He loved your confidence. He saw you grow ever since school days and now you’re Mrs. Schoenheit. The wife of Vil Schoenheit. 

➺ When you sat on his lap while grinning, (please, even if you wanted to seduce Vil on your wedding day it was fun seeing his bashful reaction) and he kissed the corner of your lips, you knew he too had something in store. This, this is the Vil the public eye can’t see. Now you know why he wanted this event to be in private.

➺ Okay, your dance number was over, and now it’s another dance with Vil. This time, it was his turn to ‘unintentionally’ seduce you. You know how he loved to be the center of attention -- with you included -- and the night was barely over. He had you blindfolded while you teasingly touched you E V E R Y W H E R E. It was a dance of trust, he made sure you didn’t fall but his hands-- holy shit. 

➺ It was the night you two are finally as one, of course, Vil’s going all out, let him be.

➺ After the sexy dance number, Rook was already nudging the groom, whispering, “What are your plans for the honeymoon, Roi du Poison?” he chuckled. PLEASE THE SMIRK THESE TWO SHARED--

➺ After the reception was over, pictures were taken, conversations shimmered down, and now it was time for some private moment between the bride and groom. It was somewhere near the Land of Pyroxene yet closer to the Rose Kingdom. You expected it to be some grand hotel or beach but it was actually near the mountains and a simple cottage where no cameras can bother the both of you.

➺ Tired? More like turned on. After you both entered your room, you quickly laid on the bed. Taking off your heels and undoing your hairdo. Who are we kidding? Scented candles would light up thanks to Vil’s magic. 

➺ You would be giggling to yourself while you opened your eyes. Your cheeks would be tinted red while you watched Vil slowly strip himself with his back turned to you. First with his royal blue tux dropping to the ground, then his black vest, his white shirt, then… his luscious back. 

➺ “You’re taking too long,” you would complain while you stood back up. 

➺ “Oh, have you forgotten that I like to take my time?” He teased as he approached you. His arm wrapping around your waist while the other undid the ties of your dress from behind. His lips would steadily press and trail down your neck, your dress going loose and falling to your feet.

➺ All those seducing you did, that was just part of the fun. Vil would take it slow and sensual. This night is very important to him. You’ve both done well during the growth of your relationship and that day was the start of something new.

➺ You have entrusted your whole life to him when you said “I do” and he did as well. That kissed you shared after he lifted your veil sealed your new last name. A new last name, a new beginning.

➺ Lips landed on soft skin, hands roaming where only the both of you are allowed to touch, names mewling only the other would hear, what else could Vil ask? Right under him, was the beauty he helped you grow. And he? Well, you helped him build himself more. 

➺ The very heartwarming sound you released that night was his name, and an “I love you” after he finally marked you as his. 

➺ After your sweet moment, the candles died out and now you both were just cuddling under the sheets. Vil was tired and so were you. Surprising at it may be, Vil nearly fell asleep with his makeup on if only you didn’t remove them yourself with the little energy you had left.

➺ PLEASE IMAGINE WAKING UP NEXT TO VIL WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE BEING BARE AND RELAXED. y/n, you are one lucky wife.

➺ Magicam would be surprised a few weeks later with Vil’s new post having, “Mrs. Schoenheit” as the caption and the picture of the two of you having a small picnic date within the meadows. The public shall not know more than that.

[biderboy]

James Potter Headcanons

he picks the pepperoni off his pizza and eats them separately and sirius HATES it

he’s very picky about how his hair looks and if one curl is out of place he has to redo his WHOLE hair routine

james makes a big deal out of halloween (ouch) and demands the gryffindor dorms to hold a halloween party and forced the marauders to have matching costumes

learned a charm to have vampire fangs and tries to use them to impress lily but instead ends up biting his lip too hard that it bleeds

he double knots his shoes and then can NEVER get them untied

always wears a watch but it’s always set to the wrong time

^ it’s set to the time in france because sirius goes there for vacation sometimes and james wants to know when he can talk to him without bothering him, he never changes the watch back

in winter, his hat, scarf, AND gloves all have to match or he won’t wear any of them

he really likes candles and insists one has to be lit while he’s studying or he can’t possibly study properly

there’s never a time james doesn’t have something in his mouth, his wand, a candy, a random string from his sweater. it “helps him concentrate” and yet half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

he’s got a song playing in his head all the time and he danced round the dorm or on his way to class, nobody ever knows what he’s dancing to

constantly gets scared he’s going to go bald one day and that’s why he takes such care of his hair

clumsiest motherf//cker and it SHOWS

dramatic. when someone is bothering moony or sirius he makes a grand show of “HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL!” and keeps going until the person leaves them alone

convinced remus and sirius to steal skirts and wear them to class the next day and they looked GOOD (both boys were james bi awakening)

headcanons james is super fucking short so he has to cuff ALL his pants because they’re too long and he hates it

james can dance but he can’t dance . he knows how to ballroom dance and that’s IT. any other time he has no rhythm and literally makes a fool of himself

eats cucumbers whole. like just,,,,bites the whole thing. only because it’s one of remus’ biggest pet peeves and james is a brat

he can sing but he doesn’t boast about it, and the only reason the marauders know is because he sings u see his breath while cleaning and it’s the prettiest thing

took 4 years of piano lessons but can’t play the piano for SHIT

the only pet he was ever allowed to have was a fish and he fed it too much and he cried over it for like 3 months because he loved it so much

scent sensitive so remus and sirius take to only using lotions scented with things james finds calming

breaks his glasses like 3 times a month and nobody knows how and he won’t tell (he falls off his bed a lot okay)

very much into the planets and gets super offended when remus says pluto is not a planet because “yes it fucking is remus, just because it’s small doesn’t mean we can leave it. you wouldn’t leave ME would you? so ha!”

he has ridiculous puppy eyes

he only likes wearing soft socks

he can name every type of butterfly there is but he’s not sure why he can

has a fake plant named gabian after the prewett twins and he loves it so much

[ask-kidandjoker]

oof well... welcome to life of the KID killer a teenager trapped in a kid's body... at least this is only for a short time? But Kaito you have all the clues you need to figure out who Conan really is now. Look in the mirror and you'll see that you could now easily disguise yourself as Conan with simply a change of hairstyle and a change of clothes, now remember the person who is missing that you could do the same for as a teenager. Who whenever you disguise yourself as them, Conan immediately knows it's you no matter how well you mimic them.

Joker I have no idea why they decided to do the same to you... at least you make for a cute seven year old? some advice since this is so short don't bother changing your clothes it will just make the return to normal more risky as changing into kid clothes will just mean you gain the risk suffocating yourself if you loose track of time... btw how much of he pain was still there when you where shrunk by magic? In Conan's words becoming Conan was like burning alive while being melted and having a seizure at the same time... he honestly thought he was going to die. He was so lucky not to in fact it was one in a million chance you know, to survive the body destroying poison he was force-fed. so how much of that was still there?

some bad news though you will highly likely have pain on the return to normal. At least because the effect is so short so you can't experience the full effect of Conan's personal nightmare. I don't know what Conan hates more the constant disrespect by adults, not being able to reach things he could easily do before, or being forced to redo first grade.

K: this whole thing sucks, i’m not looking forward to feeling absolute agony after this is over

A: we both messaged everyone to say we’re sick and to not come over. They can’t see us like this! It’s embarrassing!!

K: I also do know who Conan Edogawa really is, I disguised as him like 99% of the time

A: i’ve heard that Kaito liked to disguise as Kudo Shinichi, so thats who he really is!

M!a Kid Killers fate: 1/2

[shihalyfie]

I’m a diehard 02 fan who does not want a reboot and never wanted a reboot, and here’s why

This is one of my few editorial-esque pieces, but this is something some friends and I have been discussing for a while, and given what’s going on right now, I feel like this needs to be said at some point.

Sometimes I feel like there’s a really massive gap between what 02 fans want (especially diehard ones) and what people think 02 fans want. I'm not saying that media should only be catering to hardcore fans, and if more casual fans of 02 or people who simply just happen to have a stake in the full franchise have their own opinions on what they wanted to see out of 02-related media, that’s perfectly fine, and they have a right to have those expectations. What I’m mainly writing this about is sentiments that talk about how Toei is apparently doing 02 a disservice or sweeping it under the bus by not rebooting it (which basically comes with an implication that giving it respect would mandate it being rebooted just because Adventure was), or talking about how doing a reboot would please 02 fans just by giving their favorite characters more rep. (Although, I suppose the simultaneous reveal of an actual 02-related movie kind of killed any grounds for claiming that the lack of a 02 reboot meant sidelining 02. You can’t really claim that they’re sidelining 02 when they’re making a whole movie, after all...)

Of course, I don’t claim to speak for every single 02 fan out there (so if you’re a 02 fan who doesn’t agree with anything I’m about to say, I apologize and hope I don’t sound presumptuous), and I highly doubt I represent the mainstream, but I felt I should input my perspective as a 02 fan who’s friends with a handful of other 02 fans, who have discussed this extensively and all have the same feelings on the topic, and why it’s kind of frustrating to keep hearing this kind of thing from people who assume that all fans of something should want to see more things that resemble them by default without any more nuance to it.

It won’t actually improve much that’s worth it

I’m going to be blunt about it: I think more people who supposedly want this 02 reboot are people who hate or dislike 02 than people who actually are fans of the series, because they’re doing this under the sentiment that “this was a bad series, so a redo would improve it.” You can especially tell because a lot of people acting like a reboot is in 02′s best interest are the same people being scathingly critical of the current Adventure: reboot right now, so you can see that this kind of mentality comes from people who clearly understand that a reboot won’t necessarily be something everyone likes all that much, and thus believe 02 is so unsalvageably bad that you couldn’t possibly make it worse. So you can probably understand why I’m not exactly patient with this kind of take.

If we are to be charitable, though -- if this sentiment comes out of a genuine feeling that 02 had missed potential that could be addressed by the reboot -- I want to ask everyone if they really believe that this theoretical reboot would be a net improvement, especially one that’s worth all the time and effort involved, and even more especially given the writing style that the current Adventure: reboot is employing. You don’t have to claim it’s a perfect series or anything to understand the sentiment that it held up enough by itself to not necessitate a whole anime series being made to do another take on it.

Something I would like to remind people who love to claim that 02 is such a despised series is that it made around 89% of Adventure’s revenue at the time it aired, and despite those who despise 02 being very vocal on the Internet, the actual mainstream tends to be very positive about it, especially in terms of anything to do with Ken (whom most reasonable people will agree had a character arc that deserves acclaim). So in other words, if you want to do a reboot, most likely you would want to do it without offending the base that likes the series already, right? (Especially since, you know, recent events have proven that upsetting the real-life 02 fanbase is actually a pretty inadvisable idea...)

Here’s the thing: Once you filter out most of the “scapegoat” reasons people tend to criticize 02, the one that’s generally the most agreed upon is how disorganized the plot gets in the second half. So this so-called ideal situation reboot would supposedly iron out all of the messy plot writing and make use of the “wasted potential” the series had -- but 02 was way more than just a narrative storyline with characters walking around in it, and when it comes to the reasons people were so drawn to it, they’re tied to the series themes about regrets and making up for the past, and about the unreasonable pressures that society places on children. That, and also the most important one, the central theme of human relationships, and the charismatic and well-developed (yes, really) characters. The so-called “messier” second half of 02 was full of payoff for a lot of what was set up in the first half in regards to its themes, and a lot of its subplots or character flairs are packed in really small nuances that are easy to miss on the first watch.

What this means is that 02 is a series that works off of a lot of delicate balances. Adventure could be “rebooted” because everything was very clear-cut and straightforward, which meant that you could change almost everything about the plot and still relatively adhere to the primary points of “kids gain self-awareness through a journey in another world”. (Like, I really hate to break it to those who put Adventure on a pedestal, but this is mainly possible because Adventure doesn’t really have much of a plot besides “defeat enemy” followed by “defeat bigger enemy”...) In the case of 02, everything regarding the story is, for better or for worse, much more deeply tied to the plot, the narrative behind the Kaiser and the traces of psychological horror laced into everything, and the second-half evolution mechanic, Jogress, has a lot to do with the developments related to the human relationships narrative. Moreover, a lot of the reasons that people call it “bad” for are deeply tied to the exact same reasons a lot of people like it -- that its takes on certain topics were heavily nuanced and unconventional, meaning it could cover ground that most media wouldn’t go anywhere near -- and so the series loses too much of its identity if those aspects are removed, even if it ostensibly seems like “streamlining” it.

So if you mess with one thing, a lot of it falls apart -- and in fact, considering the writing style that the Adventure: reboot is using right now, it’s hard to imagine that applying it to 02 would make it any better. Actually, it seems like it wouldn’t address any of the grievances anyone has with it to any substantial degree, and it’d be more likely to axe all of the stuff that were integral to 02′s identity, like the social commentary, or the heavy focus on human relationships, or the unusual sort of character nuance it employed, and...basically, we go back to the same question: is this actually worth it?

02 itself was about not having this kind of sentiment

The main reason most 02 fans get upset about the 02 characters not being included in Adventure canon-related things that should rightfully include them is that, quite simply, they’re part of the canon! In fact, most 02 fans like Adventure too, so they like the way 02 built on Adventure’s worldbuilding, and moreover they’re attached to the web of relationships between the Adventure and 02 groups -- 02′s additions to Adventure’s worldbuilding and the nature of what it established around the neighborhoods of Odaiba and Tamachi were not only added on but also deeply entangled with what was established before, so you can’t just act like none of it exists!

So this also means that once we’re talking about a completely different universe, absolutely none of this applies and there’s no expectations to adhere to any of this. The 02 quartet doesn’t exist in this universe? Cool.

Funny thing about 02: one of the biggest themes the story revolved around was “not getting caught up in the past, and moving forward with what you have instead,” so it’s probably pretty understandable that a lot of people who like 02 would be the type who wouldn’t be fond of rehashing stuff too much (and even more so it involves 02 itself), especially since being okay with 02 as a sequel likely means being okay with change in general. To make something really new out of it, you might as well...actually make something new out of it, or cover some truly new territory, instead of bothering with this whole reboot business, you know?

One thing you might notice about a lot of 02 fans is that they’re not actually all that fond of the idea of canon putting the group through more massive suffering or emotional ordeals after 02 compared to most. I mean, I think it’s pretty normal to enjoy your favorite characters going through emotional trouble, but the aversion to it often tends to be much stronger than usual, regardless of what country’s fanbase we’re talking, and even the official staff for Kizuna seems to have somewhat recognized that the 02 group is most in its element when in the context of fun and silliness. All things considered, this probably isn’t particularly surprising when you take into account the fact that “just being able to hang out with each other as casual friends at all” was considered such a blessing, and such a difficult goal to reach, that there’s a natural aversion to seeing them go through more emotional suffering again. The new trailer for the upcoming movie seems to have Daisuke in a relatively good mood (and even then, “please don’t make it too emotionally vicious for them” is a pretty common plea).

So if you want to talk about rehashing all of their old problems, seeing it all over again is just not very fun. It’s like holding Ken’s sins over his head again, even if it’s in a different universe; it just doesn’t feel right when the series itself endorsed the best possible outcome for these kids to be “to live happily and at peace with themselves, no matter what happened beforehand”. They worked so hard to get out of it, so to decide we have to do this entire rodeo again for the sake of doing it again, instead of trying something new is...well, it’s not that appealing of an idea, I have to say.

The real-life impact would be intolerable

It’s no secret that the 02 hatedom is a bit uncomfortably vocal about it, but what tends to be really frustrating about it is how many of them love to dunk on the series based on misremembering it. It’s fair that, if you don’t like a series, you probably wouldn’t want to watch it again, but as someone who’s spent a lot of years unpacking all the little details in the series and noticing that it’s much deeper than it initially seems on the surface, it’s honestly annoying to see “criticism” of the series that’s actually just dunking on it based on details that are genuinely factually incorrect (it’d be one thing if it were a question of subjectivity, but no, so many of the insults 02 often gets are based on things that legitimately did not happen in the series).

In the end, I admit that 02′s penchant for ridiculous subtlety probably worked against it a bit too much, and I’ve already covered its impact on how the series gets misread a lot. Thing is, this kind of subtlety was a thing in Adventure too, and it all leads to the unfortunate effect that a lot of people tend to forget what actually happened in Adventure if they haven’t seen it for more than a few years. With the current reboot right now, you’ll see people saying that certain characters are the same as they were in the original series, even though in most respects they’re actually the opposite -- because a lot of said people only remember them by the surface characteristics that seem to be similar.

So when you look at 02, and consider the fact that even official media -- including the official American English dub and V-Tamer -- has been a bit too prone to not handling Daisuke’s character tastefully and reducing him to traits that make him easy to dislike, you might realize that handling these characters improperly runs an extremely high risk of actually turning them into the flat, unlikeable characters that people tend to accuse them of being -- imagine Daisuke where his entire character is about fixating over Hikari and being impulsive, or Miyako being nothing but self-centered and selfish, or Iori being genuinely stoic and missing the nuances of constantly holding his emotions back. And making it worse is that this would basically solidify these negative perceptions of the characters even further -- because people, especially those inclined to hate the series, would take it as further evidence that the characters have always been like this, reflect it back on the original, and everything would really just become a miserable experience. (Those who are particularly inclined to be malicious against 02 would probably even claim a reboot to be “better than the original” no matter whatever it is, because of the belief that 02 is so incredibly terrible that literally anything would be better than it.)

It’s not my business to dictate other people’s opinions, but it’s already been a frustrating twenty years of dealing with this kind of thing, so of course I’m not going to be enthusiastic about the idea of putting up with more of it...

[lumelii]

BREAKING IN ~|~ FUSHIGURO TOJI X FEM!READER

Summary: Your business partner and you are celebrating the end of a difficult project. Lucky you. 

Content Warning: nsfw, smut, fwb situation, FEM!READER established "relationship", dilf!Toji, face fucking, slight degradation, face slapping (just once) (if I forgot any let me know)

Note: Big thank you to Moni and @shokami for being my guinea pigs on this one. 

Word Count: 5.1k

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There were few things Toji liked about traveling for work. He liked seeing new places. He hated long plane rides. Hotels were nice, but sleeping on the mattresses for too long wreaked havoc on his back. He enjoyed making new business connections. Most importantly, however, he hated leaving his kids for long periods.

They were on his mind now, as he checked his phone periodically through the business party he was attending, celebrating the completion of another building Fushiguro Design Group had planned and engineered, this time in New York City. It was almost time for them to go to school in Tokyo, usually one of them called before they left so he knew they were up. His finger paused over the home phone contact for a moment before he put it away with a sigh. Megumi and Tsumiki were both teenagers now, almost in high school. They didn’t need him hovering all the time.

“Congratulations on another success, Mr. Fushiguro.” One of the executives of the company who contracted the firm came up to shake his hand. “You really outdid yourself this time.”

“It was a group effort.” His eyes searched the room, hoping to find a distraction to get him out of this conversation before he put his foot in his mouth. He didn’t deal with clients, he had employees who did that. He wasn’t great at curtailing his frustrations when in conversation. Especially with this client, who changed their design at least four times, which meant he had to redo all the math. Four times.

Luckily, his distraction came just a few seconds later as his phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, he felt a wave of relief seeing his home phone number. At least that meant one of the kids was up. He wasn’t counting on Gojou.

“Please excuse me.” Toji stepped away and walked out onto the balcony just off the ballroom, closing the door securely behind him before answering.

“DAD!” He held the phone away from his ear just slightly when Tsumiki yelled even before he said hello. He brought it back to his ear once he was sure his eardrum wouldn’t be ruptured.

“Good morning to you too, princess.” He answered sarcastically. “How are you? Getting ready for school?”

“Megumi stole my notebook again!”

“I did NOT!” Toji heard Megumi yell in the background.

“It had my homework in it! If I don’t get it back, the teacher is going to dock points!”

“Did you already look in your backpack? Everywhere in your room?”

“No, because Megumi took it!”

“Princess, look in your backpack and your room first. If you can’t find it, have Gojou help you. Now give the phone to Megumi.”

He heard her huff and set the receiver down, yelling for Megumi to get on the phone. A few moments later, the receiver was picked up again. This time, Megumi’s voice. “Hi Dad.”

“I swear to god, Megumi, if you have her notebook and you’re lying about it just to bother her—” Toji warned.

“I’m NOT!” He yelled again. “I was over at Yuuji’s house last night anyway, why would I need her homework when we did ours together?”

“Why weren’t you home last night?” Toji’s eyes narrowed even though his son couldn’t see him. “It’s a school night.”

“Yuuji and I were working on homework. Plus his neighbor made sweets. She sent some home with me. I’ll save you some. Are you coming home soon?” His tone was hopeful. It made Toji’s chest hurt. He missed his family.

“I’m going to be on the first flight back tomorrow morning, I promise.” Toji told him. “Are you ready for school?”

“Not yet. I can’t find my slacks.”

“Look on the right side of your closet, they’re probably in there. Where’s Gojou? Can you put him on the phone?”

“I think he’s still sleeping.” The phone was set down again, and Toji had to wait what felt like forever until he finally heard Gojou grumbling on the other end of the line.

“G’morning sunshine.” He yawned. “What’s up?”

“Are you aware the kids are ready to tear each other’s throats out?” Toji frowned. “And why are you still sleeping? They’re almost ready to leave for school.”

“Kento was on the phone late last night freaking out, I had to calm him down.” Gojou stifled a yawn again. “I made sure they have their breakfast and their school stuff is ready.”

“Tsumiki’s missing her notebook.”

“It was in the living room last I saw, I’ll make sure one of the dogs didn’t take it.”

“I KNEW IT!” Tsumiki screeched in the background.

“Shit, I have to go, Toji. Call later.”

The line went dead before Toji could ask any questions. He looked down at his lock screen with a frown, debating on calling back but ultimately deciding against it while he put his phone away. He would call later once both kids were at school, and keep an eye out for breaking news of fratricide in Tokyo.

He looked to the balcony doors when they opened, relaxing slightly when he saw his preferred distraction walking out with two drinks in hand. 

You closed the door behind you before walking up to him, holding out his favorite, an Old Fashioned. “I thought I’d find you out here.”

He took the proffered drink and downed it in one gulp while you sipped your Gibson carefully. “Am I that predictable?”

“When it comes to these kinds of parties, yes. Either you were about to lose your temper and needed a breather, or you had to take a call.” You answered. “Problems at home?”

Toji shook his head. “Just wish we were back.”

“It’s been a month. I can’t wait to get back to Tokyo. No matter what anyone says, no one can beat Tokyo ramen.” You leaned your elbows on the balcony railing. He leaned next to you, copying your pose while you both looked over the glittering New York skyline in silence.

“Why don’t we focus on projects at home for a while?” You offered. “Or in Japan, at least. That way we wouldn’t have to be gone for too long, you’d still be able to go home at night.”

“We have some pretty big clients lined up in Dubai and Europe. I don’t think they’d want to wait until we felt like traveling again.”

“You’re the boss. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” You reminded him with a smile. “I can take someone else with me, then send the specs once we’re done. I’ll even let you pick your stand-in.”

“I’ll pick my stand-in whether you like them or not.” He smirked before continuing. “I’m the boss.”

You rolled your eyes and took another drink. “Just don’t make it fucking Ren. I can’t stand that asswipe.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He promised.

The conversation wasn’t typical between a boss and employee, but you were more than that. You were partners at the firm, Toji was just the one in charge. You’d built the firm together from the ground up, making it the success it was today.

He had come to you, needing an architect for his own firm back when it was only an idea, offering two-hundred million yen out of his personal coffers as an incentive. But it wasn’t the money that had made you say yes. It was the almost maniacal determination in his eyes. He had something to prove, and he would burn the world to the ground to do it.

You learned later his wife had just died a few weeks prior, and it was part of his promise to her on her deathbed that he follow through with his plan of opening his firm. You’d been with him since the beginning, in the early days where you both spent countless sleepless nights completing projects other firms only dared to take on, through the intervention staged by his two closest friends Nanami Kento and Gojou Satoru, as Toji became consumed by his work as a way to suppress his grief, to the point where his son almost didn’t recognize him when he came home. You’d been by his side through the boom of success that befell the firm just a few short years after its founding, along with the money that soon flooded both your pockets, and his second “marriage” to a model he met at a film festival, who promptly disappeared after moving her daughter into his home. He had been surprisingly calm through the whole ordeal, submitting the paperwork to make Tsumiki his own once they were completely certain her mother was never coming back, with a hefty cash incentive and NDA to tie it with a nice bow.

He’d been through a fair amount with you as well, dealing with toxic family that had come out of the woodwork as the company started to increase your wealth, demanding money for so-called “investments” they had made into you by providing basic care until you finally left at fifteen. Through the sudden death of your fiancé, where Toji was the only one who could understand and help you navigate through the unending darkness that consumed your life for almost a year afterwards. He’d ignored some of your questionable choices as you tried to adjust to your new normal, but also was not afraid to step in when necessary if the choices turned destructive. You had thought it was just to protect the interest of the firm, but when he had come to your apartment after a sobbing phone call on the anniversary of your fiancé’s death and held you so you wouldn’t feel so alone, you knew it was because he cared about you.

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You asked after watching the sunset sink below the horizon, breaking you both out of your reflection.

“I’d rather drive an ice pick through my skull.” He admitted. 

You laughed, the sound echoing off the glass windows and empty air around you. “We could always dip.”

“Wouldn’t they be offended, us leaving early?” He turned to face you with one hand on the railing. You ignored the way his suit jacket strained against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mari’s in there, it’ll be fine.” You said, referring to your project manager. “She loves people. She’ll have them eating out of the palm of her hand.”

“If you say so.” He took the empty glass from you, setting it on the railing before taking your hand to thread it through his arm. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way.”

You made a hasty exit from the party, repeating your excuse of an early flight at least a dozen times so no one would hinder your escape. No one bothered to ask follow-up questions. If they had, they might have found out you were flying private back to Tokyo, and the plane could leave whenever you goddamn pleased, obliterating your excuse.

Luckily, the lie held until you were safely in the cab of an elevator, heading up to the floor that held your two hotel rooms. The company had offered the two massive adjacent suites to you both, taking up an entire floor of the newly constructed hotel. Toji probably could have brought his kids if he had wanted, but he didn’t want to pull them out of school for that long. You were happy to have the entire suite to yourself. It meant you didn’t have to listen to neighbors through all hours of the night, and you didn’t have to worry about keeping anyone up when working late at night. 

“The flight leaves at six tomorrow morning.” Toji told you as you stepped off onto your floor. “There’s going to be a car to pick us up an hour before.”

“Did you already send your bags with the service?” You stopped just outside your door, directly across the hall from Toji’s. 

He nodded. “I saw yours were ready, I had them sent as well.”

“Thank you.” You looked behind your shoulder to your door then back at him, his hands in his pockets, watching you like he was expecting you to say something else. He looked downright sinful in his all-black designer suit, his normally straight hair styled back with hair gel but still looking soft to the touch. The watch that cost more than most people’s houses glinted in the warm light of the hallway as he played with his cufflinks, also worth a small fortune. You would know. You bought them. 

He quirked his eyebrow at your examination, almost like a challenge. Damn him. 

“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I thought you would never ask.” 

You smiled back and turned to the door, inserting your keycard to hear the small click of the lock disengaging, slipping inside with him closely following. “We haven’t broken in this one, yet.”

He was on you before you had the chance to slip out of your shoes. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him a sense of urgency, the sweet bourbon still on his lips as they slid over yours with a practiced ease, or that you had an early flight in the morning and needed as much sleep as possible to prevent jet lag. If it were the latter, this was definitely not the activity to be participating in.

These liaisons only happened on trips, or late nights at the office or your apartment, where there would be no prying eyes. You both didn’t need questions. It was fulfilling a primal desire, one that burned within you even as both your hearts were locked by grief. There was an understanding. You cared for him, and he for you, but not in a romantic way. You were making sure the needs of a friend were met.

The “breaking in” was also a tradition as well, ever since your first major deal had been completed. When the building was finally complete for a major project, you and Toji would sneak off somewhere to do the deed, christening the building like a bottle of champagne before a ship’s maiden voyage. It had started as a joke, a way to release the pent-up stress that resulted from design and construction but eventually became a tradition. As the business grew over the years, you and Toji had christened well over a hundred completed projects with none the wiser. 

You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders before moving your hands between your fused bodies to start undoing the buttons of his shirt, working quickly in the tight space as Toji didn’t allow you any room to pull away. You struggled to focus while his kisses moved down to your chin and then your neck, licking and sucking the skin with reckless abandon. You let out a breathy moan as he bit your pulse point with a low growl feeling your heartbeat thrum beneath his teeth. Toji pushed your hands away when his shirt was finally on the floor behind him. He grabbed your face between his hands bringing your attention back to him to kiss you. Ever the multitasker, his tongue explored your mouth while he began his task of getting you naked. 

“Don’t rip the dress.” You warned under his kiss while his large hands grappled for the zipper. “I borrowed it, it has to be in perfect condition.”

“I’ll buy Mei Mei a new one.” Gripping the top of the dress with a hand on each size of the zipper, he yanked hard, the fabric splitting like he had just ripped a sheet of paper as it fell off your body. His eyes went wide as the dress pooled at your feet, revealing the matching black lace set you had underneath. The cups barely contained your breasts and did little to cover your most delicate areas, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed.

You grinned and kneeled in front of him, starting to undo the buckle of his pants. “Paris paid off, then?” 

A sigh fell past his lips as you finally pulled his pants and boxers down, wasting no time to wrap your hand around his thick cock, pumping languidly. His breath hitched as you licked his angry red tip slowly, pulling back to prevent him from pushing past your lips when his hips moved forward. His hand went to the crown of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Shit. You’ve been saving that since Paris?”

“I’ve worn this plenty before. You’ve just never seen it.” Your smirk was devilish. His grip on your hair tightened as you took him to the base, neatly trimmed hair tickling your nose while you forced your throat to relax. You tried to gather as much spit as you could to make the glide easier as you bobbed your head. Toji was a large man with an equally large and impressive dick, almost too much for you to take in. Through years of practice, both on him and several inferior specimens, you had learned just how to hollow your cheeks, how to move, and how to swallow to have a man cumming in minutes flat. 

“Fuck, you okay?” He panted when he thrust involuntarily, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly. Once you composed yourself, you hummed around his cock and nodded. Grabbing his other free hand, you placed it on the back of your head with his other one before taking him back down your throat. A silent invitation. 

He wasted no time responding, beginning to thrust into your mouth with no reserve. You grabbed his hips to steady yourself as you relaxed and remembered to breathe through your nose. Tears ran down your cheeks while he choked you with his massive cock, mixing with your mascara and staining your skin black. The salty tang of precum hit your tongue, mixing with the saliva that fell from your lips the faster he moved. You smiled around his cock when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough for him to let out a loud groan. 

“Stop.” He growled, pulling you off him and tilting your chin up. He took in your tear-streaked face, your chin and neck covered with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. When he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, you caught it between your teeth, sucking him in and lavving the digit with your tongue. He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumb in your mouth and using it as a guide for you to stand up in front of him. 

“Messy doll.” He crooned. You had to admit, you were shocked as he leaned forward and licked up your neck, tasting both of you on your skin. While you were distracted with his sinful lips, you heard another distinct ripping sound before you felt the cool air of the room against your bare ass. You broke away and looked down to see your panties in tatters on the ground. 

“Can you at least leave one piece of my clothing intact tonight?” You frowned at him, your voice slightly hoarse from his antics. “Those were expensive. I know we’re made of money now, but I’d prefer not to spend it all.”

He ignored you and reached around to plant a firm smack on your cheeks. “In the bedroom. On the bed.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but you decided to have a bit of fun as you walked through the massive suite. You could feel his eyes on you, almost predatory when you entered the bedroom and caught sight of the king-sized bed, made with fresh linens and piled high with pillows, accented in the light greys and blacks that matched the rest of the suite. You flopped down on the bed with a giggle, back down, and propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. 

He frowned at your position as he walked forward. “I said on the bed.” He rumbled. 

“I am on the bed.” You played dumb and cocked your head to the side. “What did you mean?”

He shook his head and stopped at the edge, towering over you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” 

“It’s a nice break from those girls that call you daddy, isn’t it?” You purred. 

The growl that ripped through his chest made your heart jump and another wave of arousal coat your lips as he surged forward, gripping your hips to flip you onto your stomach and pull them up so you were on your knees, your throbbing center level with his cock. He ground against you, slipping his length along your drenched labia to coat it, the glide easy as your spit mixed with your slick. He was more than ready to pound into you. 

When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he put a hand on your neck and pushed you down so your face was pressed into the mattress. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath on your back and trailing up as he bent over you to whisper in your ear. 

“You know, I was going to be nice, maybe take it slow at first so you wouldn’t be absolutely wrecked sitting for fourteen hours on our flight tomorrow.” He hummed. “But now, I think I’m going to like seeing you squirm.”

It wasn’t even a second later before he slammed into your pussy, the stretch almost painful as you wailed at the intrusion and he began a brutal pace that rivaled his speed while he was fucking your face just moments before. You were already sopping wet from sucking his dick earlier, turned on beyond belief as you thought about what lay in store for you after he was done with your mouth being his personal fleshlight. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He hissed, spanking your ass to feel you clench around his dick. “No one can stretch this cunt as good as I can, can they? You need a fat cock to satisfy you, those skinny dicks can’t even get you wet.” 

You moaned an affirmative, playing along with his narrative as he pistoned his hips into you. You could feel every vein on him as they dragged along your walls, his tip hitting that soft spot inside you with every thrust. There were plenty of other dicks that had gotten you wet, but it was true his was the most impressive, and the one that had more knowledge of just how to make you scream, monster dick or not. He had that advantage over every other man you slept with. 

The slap of his hips against yours echoed through the cavernous room as Toji grabbed your upper arms, pulling them behind your back and forcing your back in arch, his thrust becoming more shallow but no less punishing. You bit your lip to control the noises you were making, but whines still escaped. 

When the new position didn’t produce his desired response from you, he released your arms without any ceremony causing your upper body to fall limp back to the bed. You gasped as Toji pressed his hips flush to yours, curling his body on top of yours with one powerful arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from pulling away while his tip continually massaged your g-spot with every roll of his hips into you. 

“Tell me how it feels.” He murmured in your ear, his voice steady without any sign of effort. His stamina was something to marvel. 

“You know how it feels.” You moaned back, unable to control yourself. You were so close, just ready to reach that peak if he would only speed up. You reached back with one hand and gripped his hip hoping that would encourage him to resume his previous pace. 

He took your hand from his hip and put it back near your head, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. The sharp sting of pleasure was what you needed for your back to arch, squeezing around him while you fucked yourself back onto his cock to prolong your climax as much as you could. 

Toji pulled out as you finally slowed down, his heavy cock bouncing against his leg as he sat up against the headboard and patted his thigh, signaling for you to climb on. You wasted no time in doing so, raising yourself on shaky legs to straddle his lap. His hands moved to cup your ass as you settled over him, taking his length in hand and sinking down onto it with a sharp exhale through your nose. You could almost feel him in your throat in this position, the stretch still borderline uncomfortable even after he had already stretched you out, coupled with the sensitivity of just having orgasmed. 

His gentle grip turned hard just as you were about to start bouncing to stop your movements. You gave him a confused look but understood when his hands started to guide you in grinding on his lap. The added friction on your clit against his pelvis made you sigh in pleasure, just a tinge of overstimulation creeping through the tightness already building in your stomach again. In this position with the lack of harsh movements he was able to play with your breasts, which he always gave proper worship. 

His large hands made your breasts look small as he covered the left, slipping your nipple between his fingers and rolling it while he cupped the other, pushing it up and licking at the flesh. You sighed at the rough texture of the scar marring his lips against your sensitive skin and wrapped your arms around his head, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. He loved to tease, licking and sucking all around your breasts until you were about to beg, arching your back further into his touch. You hated begging him, hated admitting how well he could affect you. But you had known each other for so long, you knew each other better than anyone else. 

You whined as his lips finally closed around the pert bud, laying the flat of his tongue over the sensitive skin. You felt his lips stretch into a smile against your skin at your vocalizations before he moved to your other breast, immediately latching onto the nipple to produce a breathy moan. You knew he was enjoying himself from the way his hips matched each roll of your own, driving deeper as he got lost in the feeling. 

“I got your milkies.” You whispered, part of your sinister trick to bring him back to earth. You were starved for actual friction, grinding not providing the drag on your insides you craved. 

He pulled back with a soft pop and frowned, though his pupils were still blown out. “You did not just say that.”

You shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”

“Way to kill the mood.” He mumbled, pushing your breasts together to bury his face between them, licking through your cleavage and up your chest.

“Then why are you still hard?” You squeezed down on him deliberately. His eyes grew dark as he looked up at you through thick lashes and you knew you were in for it. 

With one quick movement you were under him, back pressed into the pillows while he kneeled between your legs still holding your waist so he could stay buried inside you, your hips tilted so you were at an angle. You struggled to sit up trying to resume your previous position, but his strong hold on you didn’t allow you any room before he continued burying himself in your velvet walls. You could barely breathe from the force of his thrusts, twice as hard as before but just as fast. 

You could have killed him from how composed he looked as he watched you slowly lose control. He watched you with an almost curious expression, studying how your brow drew together and short gasps fell past your lips while he was barely breaking a sweat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. If he wanted them, he’d have to earn them. 

“I know you like taking it from the back, but I think I like this better.” He mused, voice even like he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt. “I can see the look on your face when you lose control.”

“Fuck you, Toji.” You gasped, your words stuttering with each of his thrusts. 

“No, that’s your job.” He grinned devilishly and bent down over you, resting on his elbows. “Scream for me, little slut. Let the floors around us know how good I fuck.” 

You opened your mouth to retort but a loud scream came out instead as Toji sneaked his hand between you to roll your clit between two fingers. You barely felt his breath on your skin as you shattered beneath him, screaming just like he wanted as your orgasm crashed over you, ten times as intense as the one he had just given you. You gripped the pillow under your head and turned your face into it so he couldn’t see just how much you were enjoying this. 

In an instant, you felt the pillow ripped from beneath your head and his hand come into contact with your cheek. The sting of his slap was dulled by the pleasure still running over your body as he gripped your chin tightly in one of his large hands, forcing you to look in his eyes, your noses almost touching. Your eyebrows knit together and mouth open on a silent moan made him finally push as far in as he could on a final thrust, painting your inner walls white with his cum as he groaned loudly. The roll of his hips didn’t stop until he deposited every last drop within you, until you could feel his cum leaking out the sides of his dick. How could he cum so fucking much?

His hands turned gentle as he pulled out, smoothing your hair off your sweaty forehead and tracing his fingers over the hickeys he’d left on your neck. He bent down to ghost his lips on your hairline before hauling himself off the bed and walking toward the bathroom. You could faintly hear him rummaging around through your post-coital fog, coming back with a warm damp towel and starting the task of cleaning you up. 

While he did, he grabbed the phone from the room and dialed room service, ordering two meals, along with ice cream at your insistence, billing it to his room. Not that it mattered, you were staying here on your host’s dime. When he was done cleaning you, he laid on his side next to you, smiling down fondly as you still tried to catch your breath. 

“You did good.” He whispered, caressing your face. You managed a weak smile and laughed. 

“Don’t get soft on me now, Fushiguro.” You sighed. “I might just lose respect for you.”

He smiled down at you, basking in the afterglow of your liaison. “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

Tags: @oikawaandkuroostan, @gummy-dummy

[lunaverseimagine]

Golden

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Hufflepuff!Reader

Request: “hi, i really love everything you've written and I was wondering if you could maybe write a Cedric Diggory fluff cuteness study with a hufflepuff female reader if not that's totally okay, just want to say your amazing! Thanks!” - @erikathehufflepuff​

Warnings: Food, slight angst but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Gif not mine, credit to owner

One paragraph. You were supposed to write a three-foot long essay about the use of boom berry in modern potions, and all you’d got so far was one measly paragraph. Open books lay haphazardly on the table you’d claimed for the evening, their pages void of any relevance to your assignment. You rested your forehead on the parchment in front of you, letting out a frustrated huff. How were you going to finish in time when you couldn’t find anything useful? You didn’t normally leave homework until the day before it was due, but school had been so busy lately, plus there was a quidditch match that you wouldn’t miss, even if it meant detention with Snape. 

You loved the thrill of matches, students sporting their house colours, energy radiating from every stand. You donned as many yellow clothes as you could, full to the brim with Hufflepuff pride. For this match you and your friends had made a giant banner depicting a badger that was enchanted to dance when Hufflepuff scored a goal. Holding the banner up made your arms ache, but it was worth the pain to see the Hufflepuff team mimicking the badger’s dance on their brooms. But even that couldn’t beat watching the way Cedric’s face glowed as he became absorbed in the game: eyebrows slightly furrowed, cheeks flushed from flying, hair sticking in all directions. You were convinced he was born to be a seeker. You were so lucky to have him as your best friend, and seeing him so full of life made you feel complete. The most wonderful part of all was after Cedric caught the snitch, earning a Hufflepuff win. Instead of enjoying a victory lap, he flew straight over to the Hufflepuff stand to share the win with his house, grinning at the first years who were so full of excitement they were jumping up and down. After holding the snitch in the air, erupting a cheer from the crowd, he turned to where you and your friends were standing, beaming up at him.

“Nice banner Sunshine.” He winked at you before joining his team, a chorus of cheers calling after him. You had tried to ignore the way his nickname for you made your heart race.

A poke on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts and back into the musty library, where you lifted your head with a small grunt.

“Whaddya want-” You stopped abruptly at the sight of the Golden Boy himself grinning down at you, holding a plate of steaming food. Much to your dismay, your stomach let out a loud groan as the smell of casserole hit your nostrils. Cedric laughed good-naturedly.

“I noticed you weren’t at dinner and figured you’d be here.” He shrugged. “Sounds like it’s a good thing I came.” He let out another chuckle, and you silently willed your stomach to be quiet. Noticing that the table was occupied, he placed the plate carefully on your lap and sat in the chair beside you. You took the cutlery he handed you with a nod of thanks, your heart swelling at his thoughtfulness. Sustenance was exactly what you needed right now. In fact, Cedric always seemed to know what you needed: when to bring you hot chocolate and a blanket because you were so absorbed in studying that you didn’t notice you were shivering. When to crack a joke because you hadn’t smiled in a while. When to hug you because sometimes words weren’t enough. Suddenly you were overwhelmed with a rush of feeling that made heat rush to your cheeks. Your stomach flipped in a way it never did for anyone else. But Cedric was your best friend, and you treasured that friendship with your whole being. You would never want to risk what you already had.

Realising you’d been still for too long, you started shovelling forkfuls of the delicious meal into your mouth. Cedric was perched at an angle so he could face you fully, watching with amusement as you wolfed down the food. “Graceful.” He remarked.

“Shuddup.” You replied through a mouthful, gravy dripping down your chin. You wiped it away shamelessly with the sleeve of your cloak. 

Glancing at your parchment, Cedric shook his head. “Did someone spend so long making banners they forgot to do their homework?”

“Oh shove off Ced.” You pushed his arm lightly, but there was no conviction in your words. Honestly, you were grateful he’d come, not just for the food but also the company. Everything felt easier when Cedric was around - your problems felt a bit lighter and the world a bit happier. “You know you loved the banner.”

“Can’t deny it.” You shared a playful look with him, both of you struggling to hold back grins, before placing your empty plate on the floor, not bothering to clear space for it on the table. “Come on Sunshine, let me help.” He nudged your knee with his, and the edges of your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. You couldn’t tell if it was the offer of help or the nickname that made you feel so elated.

“Really?”

“Of course. Now, what fun topic are we working on today?”

“Boom berry.” The monotony in your voice perfectly communicated your level of enthusiasm for this essay. Unaffected, Cedric’s brows furrowed as though he was trying to remember something, and your stomach flipped at how cute he looked when he was concentrating. It was like having a front row seat to a match, seeing the focus carved into his features. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he left you at the table as he roamed the shelves.

Not wanting to sit uselessly, you grabbed one of the books you’d abandoned earlier. You hoped you’d missed something on your first skim-through, that the book actually held all the information you needed. Alas, this was not the book to save your essay. Seconds stretched into minutes as you fruitlessly turned page after worn page, wondering where Cedric was.

Eventually a book thumped on the table beside you.

“Wiggenweld.”

“Bless you.” Cedric laughed affectionately at your joke, setting off a bubbly feeling inside you. There weren’t many people who would laugh at your corniness the way he did - full of fondness and sincerity.

“The Wiggenweld potion. It’s a healing potion that uses boom berry juice! This book has everything you need for your essay, I used it last year.” Cedric’s eyes were bright, pleased he’d found something that could help you. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much Ced. Honestly, what would I do without you?”

“Ah, we don’t have to worry about that Sunshine, I’m not going anywhere.” As if to prove his point, he sat on the chair next to you, opening the book to the chapter you needed. 

You spent a while poring over the pages, making bullet points on some scrap parchment that would form the outline of your essay. After finishing your last point, you looked up in triumph to find Cedric staring at you.

“What?” You asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Maybe you still had gravy on your chin? You wiped it again just to be safe. 

Cedric shook his head as if pulling himself out of deep thought. “It’s- it’s nothing.” You eyed him suspiciously, but sensed that he didn’t want to be pushed, so you stayed silent. He cleared his throat. “How’s the essay going?” 

You smiled up at him. “I’ve got the outline thanks to you, now just gotta write it up.” Your smile faltered a bit. “This is always the tricky bit. I never know how to word things.” You stared at the mostly blank parchment, the empty space so daunting, wishing it would fill itself.

“I can help.” He was being so kind to you, but to your confusion you felt conflicted. Cedric noticed the slight narrowing of your eyes, hastily adding, “only if you want me to, of course.”

“I appreciate the help, I just-” You thought about how to phrase your words. If only Cedric could help you with this. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. You do so much for me, but is redoing an essay you did last year really your top choice of pastime for a Friday night?” Cedric blinked, taken aback at your question, as though it had never occurred to him to be doing anything else.

“Well, I… I…” You took his loss for words as an opportunity to continue.

“You have so many friends, you could be with them, and yet you’re in the library with me.” You looked at the books in front of you, comparing them to the music and fire-whisky that you knew Cedric could be enjoying instead. You were holding him back from all of that fun. And yet- you hadn’t asked him to be here. You hadn’t asked him to play exploding snap with you in the common room into the early hours of the morning. You hadn’t asked him to sit with you at mealtimes when he had a whole table of friends to eat with. You hadn’t asked him to lend you his scarf in Hogsmeade when you’d forgotten yours, and then spend the rest of the day with you in the Three Broomsticks. But he chose to do all of those things.

Cedric held your hand in his, sending sparks along your skin. You suppressed a shiver. “Sunshine, this is where I want to be. With you.”

You looked up at him, expecting to see pity, but instead his face reflected the vulnerability on your own.

“With me?” For just a moment, your eyes flicked to his lips, imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. You thought that Cedric wouldn’t notice, but when your eyes met his you knew you were wrong. Cedric noticed. He always noticed. He was attuned to you, to every change in your expression, to every inflection in your voice. He often knew how you were feeling before you did. His attentiveness never ceased to surprise you, to make you feel seen and loved.

His voice was slightly husky as he replied. “With you.” You saw him mirror your actions, glancing at your lips before closing the distance between you, cupping your neck in his hands. You met him halfway, hands on his shoulders, and when his lips pressed against yours, it was better than you’d imagined. It was golden. Fireworks exploded in your stomach, sending a warm feeling to the ends of your fingers and toes. Nothing had ever felt more right. So exciting, and yet so safe. When Cedric finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but admire his tousled hair, the look of wonder in his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks as he beamed at you.

“Sunshine, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Your hands still on his shoulders, you kissed him on the cheek, and he watched you in adoration. He knew then that he would never tire of you. Your smiles were like gifts, and he treasured each one. It was why he called you Sunshine. A smile of yours could brighten up the darkest room, and he always wanted to be around you. Wanted to be the reason you smiled, the reason you were happy.

“Ced, that was...” You trailed off. How could you describe it? There were no words, so instead you kissed his other cheek. He crinkled his nose in reply. “I’d love to say we can make up for lost time but...” Your gaze travelled to your unfinished essay.

“I’ll be having words with Snape.”

End

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Heya! Could you do two separate stories with a hufflepuff female reader with Cedric it’s where the reader is on her period and is in a lot a pain and such and she’s not feeling well enough to go to classes and Cedric stays with her and it’s just a whole bunch of fluff Fluff FLUFF!! I just love fluff!!! XD and it’s really cute and adorable? Oh and can you make it nice and long I like my stories long 😅 Can’t wait to see it I know it will be amazing take as long as you need!

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It was a lovely spring morning; the sun was shining beautifully and warming everything and everyone just the right way, the flowers had bloomed and were now adorning the Hogwarts' gardens and there were a few students happily chatting with their housemates about their next classes.

You would find it the most perfect morning you've witnessed if it wasn't for one little problem: you were on your period and the cramps were killing you.

You woke up feeling like a Mountain Troll was hitting its stick on your tummy repeatedly. You even thought of skipping class because of the pain, but you decided against it.

The pain would go away sooner or later, and you could not afford to skip classes, especially Potions; your N.E.W.Ts were due to a few months, and your Potions skills weren't exactly the best.

You and your fellow Hufflepuff classmates were leaving the dungeons and heading to the Greenhouse, where you were having Herbology class.

"You alright, baby?" Cedric's gentle voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at him, giving him a half smile.

"Yeah" you nodded quietly, squeezing his hand as you two entered the Greenhouse.

The truth is: the pain still hasn't gone away and you still felt as if your tummy was being hitten by a Troll. But you could take it and watch the class, right? It's not like you could actually die because of it, right..?

The class was nice and you almost even forgot about the pain. You were changing the Bubotober's vase when you felt your stomach hurt so bad you almost dropped the plant.

You quickly put it back and held the wooden table in front of you so you wouldn't fall, closing your eyes tightly and silently praying that the pain could go away fastly and that nobody noticed your sudden behaviour.

Well, lucky definitely was not on your side this morning and someone did notice it. The worst part ever is: it was Cedric, your boyfriend, who was right beside you.

He turned his head almost immediately when you gripped the table as if your life depended on it and you prepared yourself for having to hear him insisting that you needed to go to the Hospital Wing and see Madam Pomfrey, something that you were trying to avoid ever since you woke up earlier that morning.

Don't get me wrong, you loved Cedric and the way he always cared about you, you really did, but he could be a little too much sometimes. He was always protective over you, even when you were just friends, and sometimes treated you like a child, especially when you were sick.

"Love? What happened?" he asked, worry very present in his voice. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Ced" you replied weakly, giving him a small smile and hoping he would believe.

By his serious expression, he definitely did not believe in it. He shook his head, lips in a thin line as he put his material aside, turning to you with a gentle smile and kissing your forehead. "Wait a sec, princess" he said before heading to where Professor Sprout was.

You tried to stop him and tell him you were fine, but the sharp pain on your lower belly told another completley different story, so you just let him go.

About a minute or two later, he came back and helped you get your things before getting his as well and taking your hand, gently leaving the Greenhouse with you.

"What are you feeling? The truth this time, please" he asked while you two walked around the corridors, trying to find the Hospital Wing.

"It's just some really bad cramps, no need to worry about it, prince" you replied. "Sorry for not telling you, I just didn't want you to worry about something so silly"

"Hey" he stopped walking and turned around to face you, placing a soft kiss on your nose and caressing your cheek "If it's hurting you, then it's not silly. And you would never bother me, okay? Just let me know when you're hurt or in pain and I'll do my best to help you, okay?"

"Okay" You nodded, smiling sweetly at him and kissing his hand as you two started walking again.

You arrived at the Hospital Wing a very few minutes later and Cedric told Madam Pomfrey that you two were dismissed by professor Sprout so you could take a potion to stop the pain.

She told you two to sit down while she looked for the right potion, and you did. Cedric sat down with you while you waited, massaging your belly so the pain would go away.

"Take this, Miss (Y/l/n), and you'll fell better in an hour" said Madam Pomfrey, handing you a small light green bottle with a gentle smile.

You thanked her and drank the whole potion at once, shrugging as the bitter taste of it invaded your mouth.

It was the second worst thing you ever tasted – the first one was an ear wax flavoured bean you were not so lucky to get when you bought a Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans box.

"How are you feeling, love?" Cedric asked when Madam Pomfrey left to take care of a first year who broke his wrist on Flying class.

"Better" you answered, kissing his cheek sweetly and laying your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of me"

"Totally my pleasure, lovely" he booped your nose and fixed your yellow and black tie before wrapping his arm around your body.

You spent the rest of the just talking and joking, laughing loudly until Madam Pomfrey practically kicked you two out of the Hospital Wing because you were disturbing the other students.

"We should go to lunch now and then we can cuddle later, how does that sound, sunflower?" he asked as you headed to the Great Hall, holding hands.

"Sounds fantastic, my prince"

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Home - c. 14 - Georgia

Summary: With your dad home the house feels a little too suffocating. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. 

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You were home. You had driven home from Tara’s on Sunday, early so that you could go to pick up your dad. He was silent the whole way home and said little more when he got in the house, shutting himself in the garage. He didn’t come in again until your mom got home, annoyed from work and from your dad’s presence in the house. It took less time for them to get into it with each other than it did for dinner to be finished and you knew, as you snuck out your window, that your dad would be back on the bottle before the night was over.  

Leaving the jeep in the driveway, you headed down the street and cut through the catwalks, only half considering where you were walking. You hadn’t been home a day and already you felt like you were losing your mind. Maybe it was stress, all the minute components of life piling up on you, making you feel like you were seconds from probably losing your mind and the one thing that had been keeping you sane through all the other crap was suddenly gone, vacant from your life.  

You stopped at the familiar house, almost knocking on the side door but you noticed a light on in the camper and you went to it. The light flickered for a second as footsteps sounded, just a few to get to the door and it was opening, the spring creaking as you stood there off the step, Daryl standing in front of you.  

“Ya don’t give up, do ya?”

“Sorry, it’s just...a shitty night at my house. I just wanted to go somewhere I’d feel better, figured here was the best place.” You replied.  

Daryl stepped back, holding the door wide open for you to step up into the camper. It was small inside but cozier than you expected. You stood there for a moment, a little awkward, feeling like it was the first time you were around him again. And maybe that was because of what you’d said. You couldn’t erase telling him that you liked him, and you certainly couldn’t make him forget either.  

“Ya alright?” Daryl asked, handing you a bottle of water and sitting back down at the table. You sat on the bench across from him.  

“I picked my dad up this morning.” You replied, “he’s been in rehab.”  

“So ya came here?”  

“I didn’t want my mom to see I was gone so I walked.” You said, unscrewing the water bottle and taking a sip, it occurred to you only once the water hit your throat how thirsty you were. “I can’t go to Tara’s, she’s in Woodbury, and I can’t go to Maggie’s cause I’d have to tell her.”  

“Shouldn’t be too hard for her, the Reverend was a heavy hitter back in the day.” Daryl replied, continuing to eat his dinner, seemingly unfazed. He’d never show you if he was though.  

“What?”

“Ya ain’t heard about it?”

You shook your head, Maggie had never said anything to you about her father having a drinking problem.  

“He quit the bottle when Maggie’s mom got sick. I remember, musta been nine years old at the time, my mama dragged me to church and he gave this long sermon about sinning and asking for god’s forgiveness. Load a bullshit if I ever heard it, but he changed himself around.” Daryl replied.  

“How’d you know the sermon was about him?” You asked, your mind swimming with information. You’d known Hershel all your life, at times when you were feeling lost he always felt like a second father to you.  

“Used to drink down at The Wharf with my dad. Told him I was gonna tell somebody about him once when I was real angry and he just said ‘you go tell Reverend Greene or the sheriff, I see ‘em every night’. My dad ain’t big on socialising and he only goes one place.” Daryl said, “it was a poorly kept secret but then he sobered up and everybody swept it under the rug for him.”  

“I had no idea.”  

“Didn’t mean ta ruin the Reverend for ya…just meant, he’ll be understanding, if nothing else.”  

“My mom would lose it if I told anyone that my dad’s an alcoholic. I mean, it’s just you and Tara that know, everyone else just thinks he works a lot or if they don’t think that they just don’t ask.” You admitted. You could practically imagine the hellfire your mom would bring down on you if you told everybody that your dad was a drunk.  

“What about yer mom?” Daryl asked, getting up from the table and going to wash his dishes.  

You watched him for a moment, thinking this was what you had been missing for those few weeks apart. This was the thing you craved the most from him. To just be able to sit and chat with him, listen to him talk, edging away at his reservations until he was talking to you about anything. You wanted to tell him you missed him, you missed this. That you loved him and that probably you always would but you kept your mouth shut, knowing that you had to take what you could get if you wanted anything at all with him.  

“What’d you mean?” You asked.  

“Til she died, my mom always stuck it out. Knew no one else was gonna deal with her. She was angry and she could mean when she wanted and she damn near hated my brother, ruined her life the way she saw it. So she knew nobody was gonna want that…she stuck it out til she died.” Daryl replied, “if your dad’s the problem, why doesn’t yer mom leave him?”

“I think it’s the other way around.” You admitted, “my dad drinks so he doesn’t have to be there with her but he doesn’t have to leave either.” Sometimes you thought he might be trying for a slow death, trying to drink himself out of the life he’d been saddled with.  

“Yer mom that bad?”  

“She can be.” You replied, “what about your dad, I don’t really see him that much, only the one time he thought I was a prostitute.”  

Daryl scoffed, that nearly invisible smile appearing, “we don’t bother each other too much anymore. I pay most a the bills and he leaves me alone.”  

“You should be the one in the house then,” you teased, smiling when he scrunched his nose and shook his head.  

“Nah, I’d have ta redo that whole thing top ta bottom ta wanna spend any time living it in.” Daryl replied, “ain’t the best memories.”  

“Sorry.”  

“Don’t be, ya didn’t know.” He came back over to the table, sitting down opposite from you and leaning back against the vinyl seating. “Ya want me ta drive ya somewhere?”  

“Can’t stay here?”  

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Ain’t that I don’t want ya too…” he trailed off, “I don’t want ya doing something yer bound ta regret cause ya think ya feel a certain way.”  

“Why do you think I don’t?” You closed your eyes for a moment to calm yourself down before looking at Daryl, this was not going to be like the last two conversations. “I came here because we’re friends and I needed a friend. If you just want to be friends then, I can respect that. But please, I don’t want to totally lose you because of something I said.”  

Daryl nodded his head like maybe he was considering what you had said after all. “Fine, I ain’t gonna entertain ya though, I got things ta do.”  

“Like what?” You asked, glancing around the camper. It was clean and the space was small, hardly looked like he could do much.  

“I was headed down to the laundromat ‘fore ya came here. I got a bag a clothes ta wash in my truck.”  

“Good, I’ll come with you.” You replied, standing up, all ready to go.

“I didn’t miss ya pestering me ya know, least I got a break from it.” He joked and you smiled, if he was joking about it then it didn’t bother him as much as he said it did. It wasn’t a far reach for you then, to assume that maybe he did really like you and he was only saying different because he was afraid of being with you.  

“Yeah but I bet I’m way prettier than Rick,” you teased, following him out the door of the camper.  

“Don’t know, he’s got his moments.”  

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“I’ve never been in the laundromat before,” you commented, holding the door for Daryl as he carried a hamper bag of clothing in. The laundromat was small, a little store front nestled in beside a law office and a psychic. You had suggested getting a reading, despite the late hour, and Daryl had scoffed at you. “Like, I always drive by but I’ve never been in.”

There were three vending machines besides the one that dispensed detergent. Coffee, snacks, and soda. You tried the coffee while Daryl threw his clothes in the wash. “It ain’t much.” Daryl replied.  

“That’s what you always say.” You joked, setting your coffee down on the counter and sitting up on it beside the pile of dark clothes that Daryl was sorting through to throw in the wash.  

Being here with Daryl was nice. It felt a lot like before you told him that you had feelings for him though you couldn’t deny the elephant in the room, knowing that Daryl knew you liked him, that you were in love with him, and that you knew he didn’t want to feel the same way.  

“Will you still teach me car stuff?” You asked, handing Daryl your coffee to taste.  

He took a sip, “ya always put that much cream in yer coffee?”

“To be fair, it’s powdered.” You replied. “I filled my own washer fluid the other day.”  

“And yer car didn’t blow up?” He teased.

“No.” You huffed, kicking him with your foot. “So, will you?”

“Yeah.” He replied. He wouldn’t ever admit it but seeing you at his door had felt like a weight lifting off of his chest. Not seeing you or knowing that you were okay had driven him a little crazy. Daryl had considered going to see you at the diner and talking to you but he chickened out every time, convincing himself that you were better off distancing yourself from him. But maybe he had been wrong. Or maybe he just wasn’t better off being away from you.  

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Making the Bed (Bokuto x Reader)

How can someone be so dumb and so sincerely loveable at the same time?  Bokuto is an absolute treasure.-Giz

Word Count:  1,512

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“I still can’t believe you’ve never properly made a bed.”

Your boyfriend shrugs, dumping the sheets in a pile on the bare mattress.

“It never seemed that important.”

“But weren’t you confused when you moved out and had to make your own bed?  Or you went to a hotel or slept over at someone’s place and those beds were all neatly put together?”

He shrugs again and gives you that bright, easy grin that you love.  You’re always amazed at how unbothered he is by the details of normal life.  Things like stoves and raincoats and fitted sheets are unnecessary complications.  Bokuto’s simplicity is genius even in its childishness, and you admire it even when it frustrates you.

“I know your mother must have shown you how to make your bed at some point,” you insist as you attempt to detangle the bundle of fabric.

“She probably did and I just forgot.”

“Or you didn’t pay attention in the first place,” you tease, tossing an empty pillowcase at him.  He hits it out of the air with a chuckle.

“Probably.”

“Alright then, today you’re going to learn properly.  I want your full attention.”

“Oho?”  He lifts an eyebrow, golden eyes sparkling with mischief.  “Like I could ever look away from you.”

“I need you to focus on the bedding, not me.  If I’m going to be too much of a distraction, I’ll convince Akaashi to come teach you instead.”

“You want to invite Akaashi over?  Let’s do it.  We can have a movie night!”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”  You sigh exasperatedly, but you should’ve known name-dropping one of his best friends would be a distraction.  Your boyfriend adores his friends, and he’s easygoing enough to be friends with almost everyone.  You love that about him, but you aren’t going to invite anyone over until the bed is made.

You’ve been living with your boyfriend for a few weeks now, and it has definitely required adjustments from both of you.  You’d known about many of his unconventional habits beforehand, but you’re still discovering quirks in his lifestyle that really made you question how he’s survived since moving out of his parents’ house.

When you’d hauled your suitcase into the bedroom a few weeks ago, you’d taken the jumble of sheets on the bed as a sign that Bokuto had intended to wash them before your first night officially living together.  A few days later, after he’d innocently asked where that wonderful scrunchy blanket had gone--it had taken you several minutes to figure out he was talking about the fitted sheet--you’d had to reconcile with the fact that Bokuto doesn’t know how to properly make his bed.  You are determined to change that.

“Koutarou, I’m serious,” you say, reaching across the mattress to grab his chin and hold his gaze. “I need you to focus and learn this, or else I’ll be sleeping on the couch until you figure it out yourself.”

“Then I’ll just sleep on the couch with you.”

“Not allowed.  It’s not big enough for all of your beef as well as me.”

“But babe,” he whines, a pout beginning to form on his face.  You know if he sinks into emo mode, you’ll never get the bed made.  It’s a good thing you have an instant remedy for his mood swings.

“I know you can do this.”  You lean in to give him a kiss, and when you pull away, his full attention is on you.  You’ve always loved the cheeky grin he gets when anticipating victory after a challenge.

“Ready to get started?” you ask, releasing his chin to grab the fitted sheet.

“Hang on.”  He reaches out for you and draws you back to him with a hand at the back of your neck.  He smiles into the kiss, and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes your throat.  Your boyfriend is a big goof, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.  The kiss is just earnest enough that you’re tempted to brush off the laundry lesson, but then Bokuto pulls away.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

“Right,” you chuckle.  “Grab the other end of this sheet.”

“The wonderful scrunchy blanket,” he grins, and you roll your eyes but don’t bother correcting him.

“Let’s start at the top.”  You push aside the bare pillows and other sheets.  “First we tackle these corners.”

It takes you a bit to find the right side of the fitted sheet.  Once you convince Bokuto to stop pretending the sheet is a parachute, you tuck in the top corners.

“Make sure you get it pulled tight,” you advise, “or it’ll pull right off and we’ll have to redo everything.”

“I always wondered how everyone got the bottom cover so flat,” he hums, easily lifting his side of the mattress to snap the corner into place.  The ease with which he exerts his strength sparks fondness in you.  “I just thought they had fancy fabric shrinkwrap or something.”

You burst into laughter.  Bokuto maintains a straight face as he watches you, but amusement glints in his eyes.

“Fabric shrinkwrap,” you repeat.  “It’s not a bad idea.  Maybe you can make it the next big invention and save millions of people the pain of making the bed.”

“Maybe I should.  This already seems like too much work as it is.”

“Well we’re almost done with the hardest part.  The third corner is always trickiest because it pulls the whole sheet tight, so it can be hard to get into place.  Want to give it a try?”

Once again, he lifts the mattress with ease, and you swear the movement must have shifted the corner you’d covered, because as Bokuto pulls the sheet towards him, it flies off the top corner, undoing half of your work.  He drops the mattress and blinks before a cheeky grin spreads across his face.

“What were you saying about making sure it’s pulled tight?”

Your responding sigh turns into a shriek as you’re pulled onto the mattress.  Your boyfriend bundles both of you into the fitted sheet with the ease of someone with ample experience doing so.

“You just undid all of our hard work,” you scold as he hugs you to his chest.

“Why bother with all of that when we can just snuggle like this instead?”

You have to admit that there is an appealing coziness in the cocoon he’s made with the fitted sheet.  It’s less thick than a sleeping bag, but you’re plenty warm when sharing the little space with your boyfriend.  You wouldn’t mind napping like this once in a while, but it feels too confined for a full night’s sleep.  Still, it might be worth taking a break and resting for a bit.  Bokuto is already settling into his hold around you.  You can feel the comforting warmth of his breath against your scalp as he presses his lips to the crown of your head.  Absentmindedly, you trace patterns across his back and sigh happily while you listen to his heartbeat.

This is why you didn’t make plans this afternoon.  Bokuto almost always gets distracted during the most basic of chores, and half the time, you let yourself get distracted, too.

“Koutarou?”

“Hm?”  You feel the warm rumble of his reply in his chest.

“I’d like to get this done before dinner.”

He chuckles and leans back to look at you.  The way the sheet is compressing his hair reminds you of his messy bedhead and how much you’ve enjoyed waking up with him every morning over the past few weeks.

“Okay.”  He kisses the tip of your nose fondly.  “I’ll be good.”

“You always are,” you promise, and you mean it.  Even when he’s distracted, he’s the best.

After untangling from each other and the sheet, you get back to work.  Bokuto is much more focused, and you tackle the fitted sheet with ease.  Progress slows when you get to tucking in the corners of the top sheet at the bottom of the mattress.  You have to explain the method and demonstrate a few times, but you’re satisfied that he’s figured it out in the end.  You narrowly manage to avoid a pillow fight when the pillowcases come into play, but once you step back to observe the final product, you can’t help but smile.

“Good job,” you hum, wrapping an arm around his waist and patting his chest.

“I had a good teacher.”  He kisses your temple.

“Well then, what do you want for dinner?”

Rather than replying, he flops onto the bed, and once again you’re shrieking as he pulls you down with him.

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

“Taking a nap.  I’m tired after all of that work.”

“Was it really that bad?” you ask, though you’re snuggling against him.  There are still a few hours before dinner, and you figure he’s earned some cuddles for his efforts.

“It was worse than practicing receives for an hour.”

Knowing your boyfriend, he’d love to practice receives all afternoon.  You chuckle, relaxing in his embrace.

“Whatever you say, babe.”