#and i bet it was a perfectly fine racing game

[nexus-nebulae]

you know now that I'm playing more metroidvania type games maybe i could try to Actually Play classic sonic instead of stumbling through

[yrluvjane]

Dilf!james watching you wait for Harry while he's at the store and flirts with you but when you hear the car pull up he speeds off and you don't get caught!(if u don't wanna it's totally fine bc I could use your writing any day and even if it's not my request it's amazing)

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Bringing back dilf!James? Pfft, you're welcome to request and ask anytime!

Pt.2

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet suburban street with you standing by the porch, waiting for Harry to return from his quick trip to the store. The soft hum of bees and the distant chirping of birds created a peaceful ambience.

James Potter, the ever-dashing epitome of expected-unexpected chaos and father of your best friend, sauntered over with that trademark 'Potter-grin' of his. His hair was perfectly tousled, and he had that twinkle in his eye that always made your heart race, that twinkle that both he and his son shared - the one that told you they were up to something.

"Fancy seeing you here," James said, leaning casually against the porch railing. His voice was smooth, almost like a purr, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Mmmh, seems like we always run into each other at these moments," you replied with feigned suprise.

James chuckled at that, his eyes raking over you in a way that made your skin tingle. "Must be fate, don’t you think?"

Laughing softly, you shook your head. "Or maybe you're just very particular with your timings, Mr. Potter."

He took a step closer, the space between you shrinking. "Maybe," he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "Or maybe I just enjoy our little moments." Your heart skipped a beat as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"And it’s James."

"James," you whispered in both warning and yearning, torn between wanting to lean into his touch and the nagging voice in your head, reminding you of Harry's imminent return.

He seemed to read your mind, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relax, love. Just enjoying the view."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. You took a deep breath, "Oh, really? And what exactly are you viewing?"

"Well," he said, leaning in closer, "I see a very intriguing and breath-taking individual. Someone who clearly enjoys these little games as much as I do."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You are impossible, you know that?"

He shrugged, his grin widening. "Impossible to resist, maybe."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't deny the fluttering in your stomach. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?"

"Every night," he replied with a wink. "Helps me sleep like a baby."

"Must be nice," you teased. "I bet Professor Remus has to put up with a lot."

He sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Remus is a saint; he knew what he was getting into." You both laughed, and it was moments like these that made you forget the boundaries, the lines you shouldn’t cross.

And then he'd say something like this..

James stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, if things were different…"

The sound of a car engine in the distance made you both freeze. James glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"That’ll be Harry," he said, his tone abruptly shifting from playful to serious. He gave you one last lingering look, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. "Until next time."

And just like that, he was gone. He moved swiftly and with the grace of someone much younger, disappearing around the corner just as Harry’s car pulled into the driveway. You tried to steady your breath, your heart still pounding from the encounter.

Harry stepped out of the car, smiling as he walked up to you. "Sorry that took so long. Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Nope, nothing at all."

As Harry wrapped you in a hug, you couldn’t help but glance in the direction James had vanished.

You both walked inside, chatting about Harry's trip to the store. As you stepped into the kitchen, you froze. There, sitting at the table with a mug of tea, was James. He raised his hand in a playful shush motion, a cheeky grin on his face.

Harry didn't seem to notice your surprise. "Oh, hey, Dad. Didn't know you were here."

James took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving yours. "Just popped in for a quick visit from work. Thought I'd keep you company."

You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, shaking your head slightly as James winked at you over the rim of his mug, making your heart flutter all over again.

[maxybabyy]

inspired by this gif

He shows her a photo first. It’s not the one that he ends up ordering, but it’s close enough; the same pleated skirt but the cut of the shirt is different, the colour scheme changed too. Max, half distracted by the sim race she’s trying to join, says, “This is of course very American of you, Daniel.”

“Yeah? Did you bring the ears from last year then?” He asks and makes her squeeze further into the corner until there’s almost no space between them. “Gonna be a kitty cat again, Maxy?”

“For this, I will need also the –“ she says after squinting at the screen. She claps her hands enthusiastically and throws them up in a high V, the controller left in her lap. “The sparkly things for my hands, no? I think this will be very important, Daniel.”  

“I will get you some pompoms, baby.” He says, pulls her into a kiss when her hands still haven’t come down. “Maybe then you can do a little routine for me, yeah? Show me who you’re really cheering for?”

In the end, Max is let into the discord call and is allowed to join the race – even if she is away from her sim set-up. Daniel sits beside her and looks through uniform options, tries not to lose himself in the images of her on her knees, skirt spread wide over her thighs as she sucks his cock.

Max has a last-minute shoot with Red Bull, so he meets up with some of the others for a drink or two before the party.

It’s fine, if a bit uneventful. None of them has put much effort into their costumes. Alex looks great, but only when his girlfriend stays close enough to add complexity to the otherwise bland costume.

Max has been live blogging the shoot in their texts, another fluff piece to take the heat off Checo’s race in Mexico. And then at the end, sent just over an hour ago, a picture of the pompoms Daniel had made sure to order resting on a wide shot of Max’s thigh in the backseat of a car.

Daniel hadn’t replied, didn’t see it until now, but. He goes, downs the cup of shitty but expensive vodka and makes his excuses to Lando, who hasn’t stopped staring at both Oscar and Carlos at either end of the room like he’s at a fucking tennis match.

Max has her own drink in hand when he finds her, straw sucked deep in her mouth as she nods at whatever Charles is saying. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s obviously having a good time if the way she’s smiling is anything to go by. She must know he’s watching because she turns to look at him, eyes bright as she waves the pompom at him.

She looks fucking amazing.

The uniform fits perfectly, and even with the sensible white long sleeve that she’s wearing underneath, she looks fucking hot. When it came in the mail, he hadn’t told her it was a Chicago Bulls costume; the ‘Bulls’ on her chest the closest thing to Red Bull he could find. But he looks at her now and thinks, ‘Maybe they should do a rebrand.’

She’s wearing the same sneakers that she always is, black and practical, and her hair is tied back in her usual high pony, only this time with a striped ribbon instead of a beige hair tie. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but Max has always been in a league of her own. In racing, in life, in Daniel’s heart –

“Hey there, pretty lady,” he says and leans in close when Charles has escaped with a choked-up laugh. “I would offer you a drink, but someone already beat me to it, huh?”

Max lets out a laugh, shakes her head. “We are of course not in Austin anymore, Daniel.”

There’s a smushed ‘3’ painted on her cheek in red; the font unlike what is usually used for jersey numbers, and instead oddly reminiscent of what it would look like on the RB19.

“Did you come here from the big game too?” He asks instead and puts a hand on her waist, his thumb poking under the fabric to rest against her skin. “Bet your team won real easy with all the attention on you, pretty girl. Hardly any eyes on the ball, I reckon.”

“Daniel! It was only golf with Checo. Always, he was very interested in the game, I think, but –“

Daniel breaks her off with a kiss when he cannot help himself anymore, pulls her closer to his chest for a moment before he steps back. “Did you come here with a boyfriend? A friend, maybe?”

Max stares at him, teeth biting into a lip that must have been painted red once. There’s still a bit of lipstick left, maybe there’s something on him now too. She must see something in his face, because she says, flushed, “Tonight, it is just me from the – the big game, of course.”

“Yeah? No quarterback waiting for you at home? I bet you looked hot cheering for your team,” he says, looks at the hand now wrapped around his neck, the pompom resting loosely against his chest. Max gives it a little shake over her head, the rustle loud in their tiny self-imposed space.

“It was a very lovely game, that,” Max hums, rubs at the eye black on his cheek. “The team, I think, is very good this year. We can of course win the ra – “ she takes a sip of her drink to hide the stumble, glares at Daniel when he laughs at her. “I can do the pyramid very well, so we will win the next match also.”

Daniel does want to hear more about Max’s ideas of cheerleading competitions, of the trophies and championships she would have won in that too. But more than that, he wants to drag her into the bathroom and make her come; fuck her open and loose so when they get back to the hotel, he can fuck her right.

“That’s your type then? Athletes?” He asks. He doesn’t kiss her, but he wants to, knows she wants it too. But they’re so close, almost there.

“It is very hot, I think, when they are also into the sport,” she says, her breath hitching when his free hand finds its way under her skirt, to the almost non-existent thong she has on. “When they are very good, I think that is very lovely also.”

“Do you have a favourite? Someone you’re just dying to meet, to fuck?”

Max whines softly, presses against the leg Daniel has shoved in between her thighs, “You are so stupid Daniel,” she says, breathy and hoarse. “You look of course very handsome in your little outfit, but always race car drivers are the –“

He kisses her, doesn’t let her finish. 

They’ve strayed from the plan; from the loose script he had in his head. But Daniel doesn’t care, feels greedy with it that even in this – drunk and unserious as they pretend to be people they aren’t – Max still cannot pick someone else, someone who isn’t fully and completely him.

[britcision]

Happy WIP Wednesday everyone! And no, no I’m not giving you Constantine early, because I think it’s funny to make you all wait 😈

How about a little Danny instead to get y’all ready for chapter 12 (which is just over half done, so we’re moving along swimmingly!)?

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Never Make A Promise You Can’t Keep

Harley had gotten back just before Sam had to leave, with perfect timing to see her to the door actually.

The look on Pamela Manson’s face when Harley kissed Sam on each cheek and waved her off would keep Danny warm on cold nights.

A quick check of flight times back to Massachusetts (like Danny wasn’t going to take shortcuts) confirmed that Tucker could have one more night in Gotham.

Tim immediately offered to put him up in Wayne Manor again, clearly not allowing the chance to slip by him two nights in a row. Tucker was only too happy to accept, although Steph and Cass begged off.

Probably for their hero patrols. Danny wasn’t exactly sure how many vigilantes Gotham had, there seemed to be a new one every few months, but having six of them at the gala last night probably meant all the rest had been out.

Obviously Red Robin wouldn’t be out tonight either, but there were enough of them to cover for each other.

Danny was kinda jealous of that. It had been just him for so long, and then him and Valerie, which hadn’t been better until she stopped hunting him too. He’d have loved a night off.

Still, their numbers meant that Jason probably wouldn’t need to go back to the night life unless he actually wanted to. He was definitely still built for it, but Danny couldn’t imagine anyone wanted to ask him to.

Most of the bats had clearly had their own run ins with death, but Jason’s had stuck in ways even Danny knew he didn’t quite get.

Jason had been so tense at just the thought of Danny being a teen hero. It wasn’t like that’d get easier when it was his little siblings swinging from rooftops.

Danny’s hero career might have started with his own death, but he personally was of the opinion that that’d be a perfectly fine reason to end one too.

So Dick, Steph, and Cass headed out not too long after Sam, and Danny wasn’t exactly surprised when Jason’s background angst jumped.

He’d stayed on edge since Danny and Bruce got back, even when Harley told them Bruce was off dealing with his own shit and probably wouldn’t be out of his room all night.

Danny’d bet fifty bucks that the arrival of Constantine actually meant Bruce was in the Bat Cave being suspicious, but he wasn’t gonna say it.

Tim had shown them to a games room, for all that he’d apparently also moved out. He still knew where everything was, and soon had them hooked up for Mariokart on the biggest TV Danny ever saw.

They’d played a couple rounds (Harley was expectedly devastating with red shells) and while Danny and Tucker were having fun, he could feel Jason stressing.

Like, even if he stuck his fingers in his ears and ignored the aura. The guy was tensed so tight his shoulders strained at his shirt, which woulda been visually interesting if Danny didn’t know why.

Cass was one near death experience from slipping back across the boundary for good.

Cass was off punching criminals with rocket launchers in body armour and spandex.

Duke was probably actually in bed, Signal did morning patrols, and Damian was obstinately refusing to play video games with them perched on the back of the couch, but still.

Dick and Steph had both given one life to the cause too, and for all Dick was a cop and in danger on his day job too, cops pretty famously showed up after the vigilantes ended the party.

More than half Jason’s immediate family were back in the line of fire and Danny could practically taste Jason’s Obsession eating away at him.

As much as he tried to pretend he was playing along and gave a shit about winning, the controller creaked in his hands more than a couple casual races should allow.

So, yeah, if he couldn’t get Jason to crack a smile with this one, he was gonna gently bow them both the fuck outta the manor.

He kept half an eye on Tim, who had a glass of water.

“Hey, you guys heard the theory about Batman?” He asked casually, just as another round of Mariokart started.

Jason kicked him in the ankle but otherwise ignored him, which was fair. He’d been exposed to Danny’s bullshit.

Tim stiffened and then forced himself to relax, Tucker rolled his eyes and jostled Danny from his other side, but it was Harley who answered.

Innocent as the day she was born.

“Oh? What? Is it that he’s a lizardman? Cuz I got right up on that cowl and he’s definitely a mammal,” she said casually, not even looking away from the screen.

Danny was pretty sure he heard Damian almost slip off his perch.

He was a little bit in love with Harley Quinn. He should get her number for Jazz, maybe his big sister would learn to have a little fun.

Grinning broad and only half fake, he drifted a turn to pick up a double item from under Tucker’s nose.

“Shit, yeah, you might actually know! It’s his secret identity!” He exclaimed cheerfully, and felt the tension in the room ratchet up.

From Tim and Damian. Jason… still wasn’t paying attention.

Not like he was deeply immersed in the game, for all he kept up he was nowhere near the speed demon that handed Danny his ass the night before.

Hmm. Better get his attention.

Tim and Damian had already settled again, probably remembering he was already In The Know even if Tucker wasn’t, and Harley had given him a very knowing look right before she fire flowered him.

Almost ready.

He waited until Tim had taken a hasty sip of water on a calm stretch, nudged Jason in the shins, and made sure he was louder than the music.

“So d’you think it’s possible that Markiplier’s Batman?”

Tim sprayed water across the couch, Harley fucking cackled, and Jason snapped his head around to stare at Danny so hard he cricked his neck.

Danny red shelled him for good measure, just so he wasn’t missing anything on screen.

Tucker rolled his eyes, also deeply deeply used to Danny’s bullshit and much more interested in gaming revenge.

“Fuck off Danny, Markiplier isn’t even a Gothamite,” he said disdainfully and Danny shook his head, grinning.

“That’s why it’s the perfect cover. I mean, Batman wants to keep his secret identity a secret, right? So having an identity that very publicly “isn’t in Gotham” makes perfect sense!” He argued cheerfully.

Jason half snorted a laugh beside him, picking back up and speeding his way back into the race. Across the couch Tim wiped his face, still catching his breath.

“I fucking hate that that made sense,” he moaned, and Harley cackled again.

“Nah, he’s got a point! How does anyone know where a youtuber lives? We only see one room!” She agreed cheerfully, clearly leaning in.

It was so nice to have a true showwoman in the crowd.

Damian looked angry in the confused way now, and Danny would hazard a guess he didn’t watch youtube at all, let alone a lets player. That might have made it funnier, had there been no other concerns.

Beside him Jason huffed out another dry chuckle, shaking his head with the barest hint of a smile.

“I can’t believe Batman has an OnlyFans,” he said in a solemn, almost sorrowful voice… and dropped a blue shell.

Tim groaned like his soul had gone with it, clinging desperately to his first place lead. Harley cackled and added her own green shells to the mix, dropping all three as they came to the home stretch.

“Don’t forget the calendar of tasteful nudes! All for charity, just what Batsy would like,” she crowed with evident glee, and Tucker snorted a laugh.

“It’d explain all the surgeries,” he agreed reluctantly, and Danny had a sudden, utterly wicked idea.

“Hey… now that Batman’s on OnlyFans, d’you think he’ll convince the whole Justice League to do a pinup calendar, or just the other bats?” He asked innocently, watching said bats from the corner of his eye.

Well, Robins technically, but since only Tim was of age birds didn’t seem appropriate.

Tim himself threw his controller to the ground, abandoning the game and throwing himself over the back of the couch and almost hitting Damian on the way.

Damian definitely hissed at him like a startled cat.

No way Danny imagined that this close to the finish.

Tucker hesitated for a long moment, clearly considering his odds of winning, but when Harley blasted past Tim’s spun out corpse and across the finish line he abandoned his controller too to check on Tim.

Harley was surprisingly good at the game when flopped sideways on her chosen couch, laughing too hard to breathe. Danny breezed into an easy third behind her and Jason, giving the other man an assessing look.

A little wary of reaching out with his aura, especially when Jason was on edge. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Didn’t want to be too invasive, if he was honest. Danny had… kinda always been the one who was new to aura stuff before. And he’d gotten used to it, in the Ghost Zone.

He’d never spent this much time with another halfa before. Especially not without a single trace of punching or stabbing.

Except in Mariokart, where the Geneva Convention held no sway.

He’d have to get Ellie to give it a shot the next time she came by, she could join them remotely from an internet cafe anywhere on Earth.

Jason had clearly noticed him looking though, and read the concern even without Danny pushing. He gave Danny’s shoulder a gentle bump, a nudge of fine-stop worrying alongside.

Danny nudged back, his own disbelief tinged with understanding-empathy-worried too.

But, that was kinda the other thing… the thing he didn’t really want to bring up around the other bats just yet.

And while Jason had smiled, Danny didn’t think he’d mind them dipping out.

Faking a yawn, he stretched, cracked his back, and looked over to where Tim had rejoined the couch.

“Honestly, I’m beat. I gotta try and get back into a better sleep schedule before classes start,” he said, pulling a face at the self-reminder.

Their break was coming to its end, and then he’d be back into university. His class schedule was flexible, more afternoons than early mornings, but he’d… miss this.

Free time to just spend the whole day hanging out with friends and catching up. Meeting Jason’s family, Jason meeting his.

Danny didn’t actually know what Jason did, whether he was working or going back to school, but it was gonna come up soon.

They had a trip to Frostbite to plan, some ecto shots from Danny’s fridge, and at some point he still had to introduce Jason to Frighty… and probably ask the guy if he wanted to be called that still.

It’d be a little weird to start calling him Halloween or whatever, but frankly him obeying Danny’s orders and calling him “my liege” was way fucking weirder so it’d be fine.

And about four more days before half of Danny’s time would be eaten by lectures, study halls, and projects. Fuck, maybe Jason would give him a hand with those too.

So long as he wasn’t sick of Danny by then.

Another quick glance showed that Jason’s face had reset into that tense almost-scowl again, staring past the TV.

At the other end of the couch, Tim gave a disgruntled huff.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that next time,” he grumbled, shifting to Tucker with an adorable moment of sudden concern. “Do you need me to show you to a room too, or…”

Tucker shook his head with a snicker, giving Danny a side eye.

“Nah, unlike that weakling I got used to the vigilante sleep schedule back in high school. I’m good for a couple more hours at least,” he bragged.

Danny flipped him off, hauling himself to his feet and giving Jason a nudge.

“Yeah, well, this weakling fought a croc last night and needs his sleep. Mind giving me a ride back?” He asked when Jason looked up at him.

Gently offered a touch of easy out-reassurance-trust me.

The deep furrows in Jason’s brows twitched until he caught on and his expression cleared. He nodded quickly and pulled himself to his feet.

“Yeah, we can take my bike.” Then he hesitated and looked a little uncertain. “You never told me where you live.”

It took Danny a moment to realise that… no, he really hadn’t, because that just plain didn’t feel right. But no, he’d met Jason again in that coffee shop, then come to the gala with Sam.

Hadn’t gone home last night, just stopped at one of Jason’s apparently multiple places; at least he was doing better than Danny had thought from the first apartment.

He found himself chuckling at the thought, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah, we’ve only been to your place… I’m at the south dorm at Gotham U, I can give you directions as we get closer,” he offered and Jason nodded.

He felt… weird? Like he was surprised Danny had told him where he lived, and ashamed of being surprised.

Danny decided not to dig into it, offering Jason his arm and bowing like all those Shakespeare plays he knew Jason loved.

“Shall we?”

Jason’s moment of surprise was quickly swallowed by delight and he bowed back, then tucked his hand into Danny’s elbow. Almost definitely knew etiquette better than Danny did, so Danny wasn’t gonna doubt him.

“We shall. I’ll drop you off and head home,” he agreed, then paused and glanced back at Harley.

Whose giggling had completely ended and was now watching them like her favourite sitcom. Chin in hands and all.

“Did you wanna meet up here tomorrow, or…” Jason trailed off, obviously also a little put off by her intensity.

She perked up when addressed, giving him a cheery grin and a double thumbs up.

“Here or th’ station, I don’t mind! Hey, did ya wanna come too, Danny boy?” She asked sweetly, head cocked to the side and just waaaay too innocent.

Not that Danny could work out what she was up to.

“Uh… to do what?” He asked carefully, head cocking to match hers before he noticed and straightened up.

Her grin widened, so she noticed.

“Oh, Jason an’ I are gonna go check on my buddy Waylon, see if we can’t work out what he was doin’ at the gala. If y’ouse threw down he might like ta see ya there?”

Which honestly left Danny at a loss, until Tim explained.

“Killer Croc. His actual name’s Waylon Jones, and he was Harley’s tenant in Coney Island before coming back to Gotham,” he said casually, and Danny stilled.

Felt something cold and all too familiar at the back of his neck. And felt Harley notice it, suddenly predator sharp in a way he hadn’t felt since Skulker was a serious threat.

For the life of him though, he couldn’t put his finger on what he felt, since she didn’t move. Just grinned like she had been all along.

“People called him Killer Croc cuz of his skin condition. He gave up tryin’ ta change their minds,” she said with a light shrug, completely belied by the intensity of her stare.

Danny couldn’t look away until she released him, something satisfied in the quirk of her lip. Like she could feel the sudden well of tension in his chest.

He’d never actually given in to all the things his parents had called Phantom. They’d been ashamed of all of them when the truth came out, and he’d only had to put up with them for a few years.

He tried to imagine decades of it, being called a monster for things he couldn’t control. For nothing more than a weird scaly skin condition.

He couldn’t imagine going full bomb vest over it, but Danny was man enough to admit he might just be a little touchy because of Jason’s death.

Which Waylon might not even know about.

Suddenly he actually did want to know why they’d attacked the gala.

Until now it had just been inevitable, someone was going to so why not them, but… well. He’d felt it under the whole plan, every stupid step.

Jason had trusted Waylon, not Danny, to keep things from getting out of hand. To know that a tussle was part of the fun.

Danny hadn’t planned on asking, but. Yeah.

“I’d like that,” he agreed quickly, nodding, at about the same time as Tucker found his own voice.

“Wait, that’s a skin condition? He’s just like that?” The techie asked sharply, staring around at Tim and Damian to confirm.

And got a disdainful look from Damian back.

“Tt, what else would it be? Do you know many scaled people?” He asked archly.

Danny’s mind snapped directly to Dora and her asshole brother. Knew Tucker’s had gone to the same place a second later.

“More than you’d think,” he and Tucker said in unison, and they shared a grin. If there was one benefit to their fucked up ghost hunting years, it was shutting down smart ass remarks.

Damian only looked more annoyed at being corrected, and Tucker shrugged.

“I thought he mighta been a scientist and tried to fuse himself with a lizard or something, like in Spider-Man,” he elaborated, and Danny kinda hated how much their lives resembled superhero movies.

Not that he’d say that in a room full of bats.

Damian’s brows drew down even further and he sneered, displeasure evident, but Jason cut him off before he could speak.

“Before you make a comment about mad scientists I’m gonna remind you we live in a city with Viktor Fries,” he said dryly and Damian’s mouth snapped shut.

Big brother privileges.

Wouldn’t it be nice if Ellie had given Danny those?

Tucker gave Danny a confused look, and Danny just shrugged back. He didn’t pay much attention to Gotham’s various rogues; he didn’t want to tempt his Obsession.

Tim chimed in again, without actually looking at Tucker which was kinda impressive.

“Dr Freeze. He uses a lot of liquid nitrogen and freeze rays, he’s usually after money or diamonds to try and cure his wife,” he explained with a slight shrug.

Tucker made a confused noise.

“So… couldn’t Bruce just pay him off and keep him from bothering the city?” He asked carefully, glancing around the room.

Jason actually snorted a laugh at that, shaking his head.

“If he could, he would have. What Fries wants isn’t possible yet.”

Not possible for humans. Part of Danny perked up, wondering if Frostbite might have the answers… but no. It wasn’t his job to solve every problem in the world.

Bringing healthy humans to the Zone was iffy. An already sick woman… well, she might get hastened along her journey to the afterlife.

And this was a conversation he really wanted to keep away from, honestly. Gotham’s rogues weren’t his problem. Couldn’t be his problem.

Danny fought ghosts, unkillable entities who enjoyed missile attacks as sport. He wasn’t interested in learning how squishy human rogues were; it had been bad enough with his friends in the line of fire.

Mega pass on being the firing squad.

He almost reconsidered the trip tomorrow, but… he trusted Jason. Trusted Jason knew where he was coming from, and that neither of them wanted to trip Danny’s Obsession.

So he gave the big guy a smile and an elbow nudge, nodding for the door.

“Not that rogue chat isn’t fascinating, but you were taking me to bed?” He asked hopefully, and only realised what he’d said when Harley stuffed half her fist in her mouth to laugh.

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[a-drama-addict]

9, 12, 62, 72 for Sigrid/Karlach, and any/as many DA couples as you'd like! :]

TEHEEHEHEHEE thank you for the ask >:] im gonna add emira/leli and chloe/bela to this. Because i care them lots [ask game]

9. If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Sigrid/Karlach If there's only one seat, you bet your ass Sigrid sits on Karlach's lap. Mostly at Karlach's insistence, Sigrid wouldn't want to impose too much so she'd over to sit on the floor- but Karlach wouldn't have it. There's enough room on Karlach's lap for Sigrid <3

Emira/Leliana Well depends on the situation. In a tavern, Em is definitely going on Leli’s lap, at home it’s usually not an issue and when Leliana becomes divine Emira sits on Leliana’s lap whenever she can. To make a point

Chloe/Bela I think Isabela just takes a seat on Chloe’s lap regardless. They seem like a lap sitting couple know? “Rivaini there’s a seat right there, you know-“ “Oh Varric, I can’t be rude. What if someone wants to sit there?” “No one ever sits there.” “But what if?”

12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

Sigrid/Karlach For Sigrid it’s definitely the public kisses and just PDA in general. Sometimes after a fight Karlach checks on Sigrid, always followed by a post-battle kiss and a ‘Good job, baby.’ Sigrid just melts into the floor And I think Karlach would get flustered by the way Sigrid compliments her. Sigrid’s a bard, writer, she definitely has a poetic side if she wishes to utilise it. Sigrid compliments definitely have a way of charm- although they sometimes sound like something out of a trashy romance novel. ‘The way your muscles flexed in the heat of battle made my heart race’ is a great example of Sigrid’s compliment range

Emira/Leliana Emira doesn't get flustered by a lot of things easily, but what does make her heart race is when Leliana takes care of her post-battle. The feeling of Leliana wrapping a bandage around a wound, or kissing a cut on her cheek 'better', makes her feel all fuzzy and happy.

Leliana DEFINITELY gets a bit flustered with how into PDA Emira is. Emira will kiss Leliana anywhere, hold hands, shamelessly be sappy and lovey. And Leli definitely gets used to it, but doesn't get any less flustered.

Chloe/Bela Hmmm Chloe isn't easily flustered either. Though she does get kind of flustered when Isabela wears her clothes. Their height difference makes Isabela look like the hottest thing in Chloe's shirt, in Chloe's eyes at least.

Isabela I think is much the same, flirting and PDA isn't flustering but genuine sappy words? melts. When she sees the look in Chloe's eyes of pure admiration- She's DONE for

62. How would outside characters describe their relationship?

Sigrid/Karlach Depends on WHO you would ask but i'm gonna go with how Jaheira would describe it (their mutual mentor figure). "They're like two pups, chasing each other's tails to lay a mark. Hm, now that I've said it, I can perfectly picture them actually doing so. But, what can you do? They're loyal to one another like love-sick wolves."

Emira/Leliana Gah. Morrigan time. "Those two? Apparently they decide to fall in love and confess their 'endless devotion' in the middle of a Blight while there is no use for it. The warden drools over Leliana like a starving woman. Pathetic, really." (note: emira and morrigan are best friends)

Chloe/Bela Varric narration time. "Muffin and Rivaini together is like a.. good Blood Soup. Sure, you can separate the chickpeas from the dish, but it just tastes better with both the peas and the garlic clove, they compliment one another. Separate they're fine, together they're killer."

72. If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?

Sigrid/Karlach Sigrid wouldn't say anything, but she has a death stare that might just kill someone on the spot. She'll definitely mouth things to the other person 'No one will find your body'. She's just a leetle protective Karlach would be more pouty I think. She wouldn't threaten the other person like Sigrid, but she'd be tell Sigrid 'I didn't like that guy hitting on you. You're mine, right?' and come forth the thousand kisses from Sigrid

Emira/Leliana Oh Em would be like. Pretty possessive, but that also depends wholly on what the person is saying, though she'd always saunter over with a glare, wrap an arm around Leliana and go. 'There you are, darling wife, I was just missing the taste of your lips on mine.' Like a little shit. (Note; she says this even before they're married.) Leliana would be more chill in my mind, so long as Emira doesn't reciprocate, eh. Though if the person goes too far it's a 'Haha i love assassinating' moment for Leli <3

Chloe/Bela I think they're both like. Super chill really? Like yeah you can flirt with my partner, i know they won't reciprocate, bye <3. Though Chloe's a little more protective. ("Do you KNOW how long I had to wait to be in a relationship with my wonderful beautiful girlfriend Isabela? Get outta here")

[blueiight]

You're so right. the sex industry is lucrative and fast money. Since the Du Lacs were months from bankruptcy an honest business was not going to cut it. He even says that his little corner grocery stores weren't making enough. And I'll bet getting that kind of big money that fast while also being the token/pet black was addictive.

he needed to get rich fast cuz his family was also unaware of how close to bankruptcy they were. i wouldnt say he liked being the token black person more than he liked the power n psychosexual performance of controlling what these rich white men have sexual access to. “the product was desire” his modern self says. and he was the plug. re: his fixation on acquiring the fairplay salloon in ep1-2 is motivated by that & etc etc etc. ep1 when lestat is like “u made me buy a townhouse in the quarter” louis is like “i know men of my race look the same to u ppl but i aint sell u no house” & as soon as he becomes a vampire in ep2 he kills the assessor (?) for calling him a “good negro”. lestat is a french white man he knows little about here other than this guy has more things than me & hes feeling up on lily while staring at me. i wanna be him , kill him, and REDACTED by him. it unnerved him bc lestat was likening him to lily in that moment of sexual tension. translating lestat’s sentence, snarking at him off the jump, then being mesmerized by him not to put my ship goggles on [for a canon ship ik lol] is a rly gr8 way to set up the lxl dynamic n how louis operates. show louis is someone with sum i deem interpersonal racial pride. he interacts with his particular black classed community of his era n shows a perfectly respectable face in the eyes of the black church, his baby sister w the tickets up the garvey line, but everybody know where that money come from& r perfectly fine eating off its benefits. louis strategizing to get ahead at the expense of the black ‘collective’ outside of his immediate network. claudia would be someone outside of that as a poor black girl. shes the type of girl louis couldve .. well. lets just say, the fact that louis saved claudia in the midst of the race riot n losing his family , their shared tie of being made immortal by lestat & decades of living with lestat brought this temporary show of solidarity in the murder plot btwn lou+clauds that otherwise may have not have been there had claudia & louis met in a diff situation n show potential to go a lot of places in parts of s2 when lestat is out the picture. anyways. louis is not a self loathing black man n he hates being the token, but he was hardly a paragon of racial solidarity in s1. n he was always aware that his privileges were extremely conditional & dependent on how much of himself he was able to comparmentalize in situations where he did not have the upper hand and had to put aside his pride. what better to set up a certain kind of person whod favor eternal life, than a suicidal bougie boule opportunist of a black gay man whos aspects of himself all existed on different bookshelves.. who had to lie about his family’s financial condition to them, who tries to maintain this double life even with newly bestowed immortality. hes not grovelling at tom or fenwick’s feet, he plays the game to stay afloat but despises having to smile in their face. thats why when hes a vampire & the laws r discriminating against him hes so much more transparent in showing how he feels about them. all that pentup aggression he felt as the only black man in those rooms is the fuel for why he gored fenwick& ripped up toms jaw. i think 1x01 louis was actually at a breaking point but 1x02-beginning of 1x03 b4 the vampire starvation shit louis was rly feeling himself when the dough was rolling in. he has the fairplay salloon, he has lestat, he can ‘control’ what white people have sexual access to. but all that crumbles…

[toosmallformyowngood]

Hear me out, karl heisenberg gets like 10,000 knives and stabs miranda with them. He then spins the knives to create a blender like action so she becomes pulp. Also he could of done that to kill ethan as well there was no need to mutate into a useless tank thing.

Exactly! See, you get it! He had so many options but clearly all four of the lords share a single braincell and it has never been in Heisenberg's possession in his entire life. Either that or the theatre kid ™️ instincts took over and he simply couldn't help but do everything in the most complicated and dramatic way possible (though I argue would that blending Miranda into the world's worst smoothie is sufficiently dramatic anyway). My good sir just decapitate her. Or poison her! Iron poisoning is a thing! And it's stated he has power over electromagnetic radiation which we never see used in game, so, like, just microwave her ass. Air fry that motherfucker until she's crispy chicken. Agian, so. Many. Options. And he went with zombies because of course he did. I mean granted it wouldn't really be a Resident Evil game without zombies (though personally I think the concept of RE works with a surprising variety of antagonists and environmental horror and yes I know this is a hot take that I'm going to get lambasted over but I will stand my ground) so he sort of had to take one for the team but c'mon man. You can indulge your inner mad scientist later, we've got a bitch Mirander to kill.

Also! Speaking of Heisenberg's mutated form, the design fucking kills me every time I see it because like, the top 99% is perfectly fine but then you look at the very bottom and he's got this one tiny wheel he's rolling around on. Unicycle looking motherfucker 😭

Like, look at this shit

"Oh hey, that's a neat design! ... Wait a minute..."

"Computer, enhance!"

FUCKIBG DINKY ASS WHeel Bitch what the fuck my man's popping a wheelie constantly. Also that would wear out so fucking fast man what the hell? I'm willing to bet he weighs a lot in that form and one commercial grade wheel is not going to cut it. How does he even maintain balance with the very visibly insecure weight distribution?!?

Granted, this design, despite being official released art (not concept art) is slightly different to the actual in-game model because in that one he has two wheels side by side like the kind you'd see on a lorry. I get the arguable benefits of less surface area in contact with the ground to an extent but again, in terms of balance and structural integrity sir you are going to fall over. You are not a racing bike Karl you are a fucking tank please act like it. It is arguable that me might not have "chosen" this form (as in, like, building it or something) because with the other two lords who's transformations we see, it's clear that both are entirely organic and involuntary mutations rather than them going "okay I want to put a mouth here, and an arm here" etc, etc. Sort of like when a tadpole turns into a frog it doesn't really go "yeah I'd like spots, spots look cool", it just turns into a genetically predetermined frog. Following that logic it can be assumed that rather than "putting together" a mutated form with various metals around he simply... grew it out of his skin, for lack of better terminology. Of course arguing that it may be pseudo organic or even an inorganic secretion (like those seen on the scaly foot snail) sort of falls short when you factor in the fucking wheel because his powers are over electromagnetic fields, not rubber (which is ironically an insulator). So unless he's been eating rubber bands in his spare time who knows where that wheel came from. Also given the argument of organic mutation, how would his body know "yeah that's what a wheel looks like". Alcina and Moreau's transformations make sense from a scientific standpoint (if we suspend disbelief about the actually transformation sequence itself) because all the traits depicted therein are in fact very real assets possessed by our pre-hominid ancestors and thus from a genetic standpoint could at any point reoccur in a modern human, but never in my life have I seen it heard of a creature rolling around like its showing off it's new heelies in the school parking lot. Look I know it's a video game but this single fucking wheel has sent me on a tangent I could rant about it for hours but I will shut up now so I don't talk your ear off (I have so much more to say but I am using all of my restraint). As much as I love RE 8 there are so many plot holes and things that just plain don't make sense even with the suspension of disbelief that comes with it being fiction designed to entertain for the sake of entertainment. But anyway in conclusion Karl is a dumbass and I love him.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I'm still figuring out Tumblr (I've read stuff on it for years, but now I'm trying to be active in groups to give encouragement to writers, old and new and build community), but I hope this is the right place to ask a tiny fic prompt.

It's raining here in Georgia and is too cold for November. Could you write a fic on the prompt:

All three Peters had frowned at the rain all morning which turned many tall buildings too slick to cast proper webs, but Peter 1 looked out the window with a face that held dismay, longing, and despair. It almost hurt to look at him.

(I know it's too long, but the language lover in me can't stop painting pictures.)

Rainy Day

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Here ya go @victorianchiks-blog ❤️ I hope you enjoy! This was a fun prompt to get to do, and your descriptions were perfectly fine and beautiful 😁 that's from one language lover to another ;))

Peter 2 sat next to his younger brother. "Hey Pete, is everything okay?"

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Another head shake.

"Just want to sit and watch the rain?"

A small nod.

"Okay, can I join you?"

Another small nod.

Peter 2 snuggled closer to the youngest and rested his chin on his crossed arms. Together, they watched the rain soak the ground and pound against the surrounding buildings. For a moment, everything was quiet in the Spiderman house.

Two's eyes trailed up to the top of the window they were looking out. He watched two rain drops trail down the window and debated which one would reach the bottom first. Unfortunately, he was wrong.

He watched two more sets of raindrops trickle down before he was able to tell quickly which one would reach the bottom first. As he watched, a memory played in his head of himself and his Uncle Ben on a similar rainy day.

Look at the drops Peter. They're racing each other all the way down.

Which one is faster Uncle Ben?

Well, I don't know to tell you the truth. Sometimes you have to watch a few before you can figure that out.

I bet that one will be faster this time.

Looks like you were right Pete. Say, why don't we play a little game?

The oldest Peter grinned before nudging the youngest. "Hey Pete? Wanna play a game?"

One gave him a quizzical look.

"See how the water droplets race each other down?"

Peter 1 nodded.

"Well, why don't we race? You get one and I get one and whichever one reaches the bottom first wins."

". . . What happens if you win?" Peter 1 asked softly.

"Well, Uncle Ben and I used to do different things when we raced, but I had a favorite I liked to do."

"What was that?"

"A tickle minute."

The youngest's eyes widened.

"If you win, you get to tickle me for a minute. If I win, I get to tickle you for a minute."

Peter 1 squeaked.

Peter 2 chuckled. He nudged his youngest brother's arm. "What do you say? Wanna play?"

The youngest Peter was quiet. He watched the raindrops run down the window.

"Your choice Pete. We can always do something different," Two replied.

Peter 1 looked between Two and the window pane. He hesitated a moment before he nodded. "Let's do it."

"Ohokay. There's two now, you pick first."

Peter 1 pointed to one on the left. "That one."

"Alright, let's see who wins."

The two Peters watched the raindrops slide down the window pane.

"Come on raindrop," Two cheered.

"They're close. But I think mine is pulling ahead."

"Don't be so sure."

When it looked like One's raindrop would pull ahead, it suddenly veered off to the side and Two's raindrop managed to reach the bottom first.

"Ah man," One mumbled.

"Better luck next time," the oldest Peter replied before he nuzzled his face into Peter 1's neck.

"Ahaha! Hehey!"

"Tickle tickle tickle!"

"Jeherk!"

"Ihi won fair and square Pete." Two gently pulled him to his side. "Now I get to tickle you."

Peter 1 squealed as he was attacked by his older brother. While he was being tickled, the biggest grin appeared on his face. He looked happier now than he had all afternoon.

Once the minute was up, Two pulled away and let the youngest breathe. "Hohow was that?"

"Ihit was fuhun." Peter 1 looked back at Peter 2. "Cahan we doho it again?"

"Absolutely. I think I see the next two now."

"Yohou pihick this tihime."

"Alright, the one on the left is mine."

"Okay!"

The two encouraged their raindrops, but, in the end, Peter 1 managed to win the second round.

"Yes!" One's fingers scribbled into Peter 2's sides. "Myhy turn!"

Two squeaked. "Awhaw, no fahair!"

"Hey, I won fair and square this time!"

For the rest of the morning, the two Peters went back and forth racing more raindrops. Peter 2 managed to win most of the races, but Peter 1 had a few victories too. During one race, both raindrops reached the bottom at the same time.

Peter 2 grabbed Peter 1 and started tickling him first.

"Ahh! Whahat ahare yohou dohoing! Thehey bohoth wohon!"

"I knohow, but I'm the oldest. So I'm tickling yohou first."

"Noho way!" Peter 1 got an arm free and aimed for Two's ribs. "Ihi'm gehetting yohou!"

Two squeaked and loosened his grip, but he was determined not to go down without a fight. He immediately went for One's underarm.

The youngest squealed and slammed his arm down. With one arm trapped, he used his other free hand to reach around Peter 2 and squeeze his shoulder blades.

The oldest Peter yelped and squirmed away from One's hand. Suddenly, both brothers tipped sideways. While trying to get away from One's hand, Peter 2 had pushed himself to the side. However, with no way of catching his balance, Peter 2 tipped both of them all the way over.

Both brothers landed in a giggly heap on the floor.

"Wohow! Yohou alright?" Two asked.

"Ihi'm okay. Ahare yohou ohokay?"

"Yehes."

Peter 1 grinned and curled into his older brother's chest. "Thahank you."

Two returned the hug. "You're welcome Pete. That was a lot of fun."

"Cahan we do it again sometime?"

"Absolutely, but I think we need a break for now." He poked his younger brother's back. "Why don't we go make some lunch?"

The youngest sat upright and looked at the nearest clock. "It's the afternoon already?"

"Yeah Pete, time flies when you're having fun." Two sat upright. "What should we make?"

"Can we make grilled cheese sandwiches?"

Two smiled. "That sounds like a great idea. I think we have some tomato soup to go with it too."

A moment later, the two hurried into the kitchen to get started on their meal. While the tickle session hadn't completely removed the gloom outside, it had made it more bearable for two out of three who were trapped inside.

And sometimes, that's all you needed.

[foreverburningstar]

YOU'RE CATS ARE SO FUCKING CUTE WTF!!! i'm not an animal person but those pictures might've changed my mind tbh. also I meant to ask earlier, but what are your fave lana and taylor songs? I want to know if we share the same faves or what aspect of their music you like the most <33

-anisbaby

IKRRR THEY WERE THE CUTEST, omgg glad you asked <33,

Sorry it took so long for me to answer 😭 i got carried away and ended up listing all of my favorites instead of just a few 💀

ok so for taylor, i love all her music but these are my faves meaning i know all the lyrics to these and i love them so much 

from Taylor Swift debut album, Picture To Burn, Tim McGraw, and Our Song

from Fearless (Taylor’s Version), You Belong With Me, The Way I Loved You, Mr. Perfectly Fine, Love Story, and Fifteen

from Speak Now (Taylor��s Version), Speak Now, Mean, I Can See You, Castles Crumbling, The Story Of Us, Long Live, Back To December, Enchanted, Last Kiss, and Mine

from Red (Taylor’s Version), I Knew You Were Trouble, 22, All Too Well, All Too Well (10 minute version), We Are Never Getting Back Together, Everything Has Changed , Nothing New, The Lucky One, Babe, I Bet You Think About Me, and Safe & Sound

from the 1989 album, Style, Blank Space, Wildest Dreams (Taylor’s Version, Bad Blood, Out Of The Woods, This Love, and Shake It Off

from the reputation album, Getaway Car, …Ready For It?, End Game, I Did Something Bad, Delicate, Look What You Made Me Do, Gorgeous, Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Dress, Don’t Blame Me and This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things 

from the Lover album, ME!, Cruel Summer, The Man, I Think He Knows, Afterglow , Paper Rings, Death By A Thousand Cuts, Daylight, and The Archer, and You Need To Calm Down

from folklore, the 1, cardigan, august, illicit affairs , this is me trying , mirrorball, and exile

from evermore, willow, right where you left me, ivy, champagne problems, and no body no crime 

from Midnights, Karma, Lavender Haze, Maroon, Question…?, Sweet Nothing, Mastermind, The Great War, Bigger Than The Whole Sky, Paris, High Infidelity, Glitch, and Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve [basically the whole album]

other songs, I Don’t Wanna Live Forever, The Joker And The Queen, and Carolina 

okk now for lana, again all of her music is amazing but these ones are my faves that i sing my heart out to

from Born To Die, Born To Die, Blue Jeans , Off To The Races , Video Games, Diet Mountain Dew, Million Dollar Man, Summertime Sadness, and Without You

from Paradise, Ride, Cola , Body Electric , and Blue Velvet

from Ultraviolence, Shades Of Cool , Brooklyn Baby, West Coast, Pretty When You Cry, Money Power Glory, The Other Woman, and Black Beauty 

from Honeymoon, Freak, Art Deco, Salvatore  and Swan Song

from Lust For Life, Love, Lust For Life, In My Feelings, Tomorrow Never Came and Get Free

from Norman Fucking Rockwell, Fuck it i love you, Doin’ Time, Cinnamon Girl, How to disappear, and Happiness is a butterfly 

from Chemtrails Over The Country Club, White Dress, Let Me Love You Like A Woman, Wild At Heart, and Not All Who Wander Are Lost

from Blue Banisters, Arcadia, Violets for Roses, Dealer, Wildflower Wildfire, and Sweet Carolina 

from Did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd?, The Grants, A&W, Sweet, Candy Necklaces, Kintsugi, Fingertips, Paris,Texas, Let The Light In, Fishtail, and Peppers

other songs, Young And Beautiful, Secret Life, Once Upon A Dream, Wait For Life, Riverside, Stargirl Interlude , Watercolor eyes, Say Yes To Heaven, Lost at Sea and Hollywood Bowl

[ikehoe]

Making Valentine's Day Sweets with the Obey Me Brothers

[Obey Me Headcanons]

[Inspired by @gaylactic-fire’s #febufluff Dialogue Prompts]

W/C: 2.3k

Tags: Fluff with the brothers!

Lucifer

Lucifer’s eyes widen in shock (and slight horror) when he hears you request him to help you bake Valentine’s sweets for his brothers

First off, he doesn’t think his brothers deserve anything for Valentine’s Day, especially with all the mayhem they cause

“Absolutely not,” he states, firmly crossing his arms over his chest.

Though you try to brush it off, you can’t help it when your eyes begin to gloss over with tears

He notices the quick flash of pain that crosses your face, and he immediately regrets everything. There’s no excuse for how harsh he was, but there were times when he forgets just how gentle he needs to be with you

He finds you in the kitchen later, apron tied around your waist and sweat dripping from your brow in your eagerness to whip up a big batch of whatever you were making

With a sigh, he grabs the large mixing bowl from your delicate hands and starts dutifully whipping the chocolate mixture

“Here, let me help,” he says, offering you a sheepish smile as if to apologize for his words earlier

When you return his smile with a radiant one of your own, he feels his heart soar

Damn it, I guess Mammon is right, I am whipped for her… whatever the hell that means.

(Other brothers under the cut)

Mammon

Mammon is in your room, doing one of his weekly scavenge for spare change sessions when something catches his eye

It seems to be a printed-out listicle of some sort with Top 10 Valentine’s Day Ideas in bold letters across the top. #1. Making Valentine’s Day Chocolates is highlighted in a light pink colour

He grins and abandons his quest, convincing himself that he can surprise you with the best chocolates ever that will have you singing his praise for at least a whole month

“This will be easy-peasy for the Great Mammon!”

A couple hours later, Mammon is hard at work in the kitchen, having donned your pink apron with hearts printed all over it

Sweat is pouring down his brow, and any semblance of confidence he had before when he first found the recipe has long gone out the window

“Mammon? Are you in here?” You call out, peeking your head around the door.

“Oi! D—Don’t come in! I’m in the middle of something!” He shouts, immediately dropping his mixing bowl onto the ground with a large clang. The molten hot chocolate mixture splatters all over the floor, his body, and somehow gets onto his face as well.

“Damn it!”

“Are you okay?!” With a gasp, your eyes take in the chaotic scene in front of you, courtesy of the one and only Avatar of Greed

When it’s clear that Mammon is perfectly fine (though the state of the kitchen is not), a snicker comes out of you, and you clap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop any more

“Stop laughing! This isn’t cute!” He exclaims, furrowing his eyebrows in a way that has you reminded too much of a lost puppy

A full ten minutes go by, and you’re now full out guffawing at Mammon, causing the demon to throw the most adorable hissy fit

With a twinkle of amusement in your eyes, you grab a nearby dish towel and grasp his face in your hand, forcing him down to eye-level with you

“Here, just let me take care of you, okay?”

He feels his cheeks begin to heat up and his heart is racing at an unhealthily fast rate

“You’re pretty….” He mumbles under his breath, getting lost in your eyes.

“What was that? I’m sorry, I was trying to get this stubborn stain off of you!”

“Never mind! You must be hearing things. The Great Mammon didn’t say anything!”

Leviathan

Levi is playing the latest Dating Simulation game to come out on the market, Valentine’s Kiss, when he has a eureka moment

“I bet I can come up with an even more romantic date idea than Leon did for Emma in Chapter 17!” He exclaims as he pauses the game to begin his master plan

He enlists the help of Beezlebub and promptly regrets his choice of sous-chef three hours later when the two of them are on their third batch of macarons after Beel devoured the first two when Levi wasn’t looking

“I’m serious, Beel! You CANNOT eat this next batch. I’m trying to surprise her, and I can’t surprise her if I have nothing!” He exclaims, watching as his orange-haired brother offers him a sheepish smile

Finally, Levi emerges successfully from the kitchen, frosting smeared on his face, sweat dripping from his brow, and with one too many minor burns to count

When you hear a sharp tap on your door, you sit up in bed and wonder to yourself who the uninvited visitor may be. “Come in!”

“I want you to have this.” Levi says, shoving an adorable pink bag, tied with a satin red ribbon, into your hand

“Huh? What is this for?” You ask, unable to stop the sheer joy from spreading across your face.

He shifts around on his feet and stammers for a couple of seconds before finally responding.

“Well, Valentine’s Day is coming up, right? I didn’t want Leon-san from Valentine’s Kiss to beat me, so I thought I’d give you that.”

Before he could even realize what was happening, you had wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek

“Thank you! You are definitely 100% cooler than Leon-san!” You exclaim, giggling as the demon’s tail flicks around shyly behind his back, and his face becomes a brilliant vermillion shade

Satan

Satan isn’t too fond of the whole concept of this “Valentine’s Day.”

To him, it just seems like some glorified commercial holiday intended to make people spend money on useless gifts and candy

However, when he tries to take up his complaints about the holiday with Asmodeus, he ends up getting an earful from the Avatar of Lust about how crucial Valentine’s Day is to romance and how he should be ashamed of himself

Ashamed of myself? For what? Not wanting to celebrate a useless holiday?

You’re well aware of Satan’s distaste towards Valentine’s Day, but you still insist on making heart-shaped macarons for your boyfriend, hoping that he would appreciate them

You finally finish a batch of heart-shaped macarons and arrange them in a rose gold gift box you’d bought during your last trip to the human world

You knock on Satan’s door and hear his voice on the other side instructing you to come in

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You exclaim, pressing a quick kiss against your boyfriend’s cheek and catching him wholly off-guard

You don’t give him a chance to respond or rain on your parade as you reveal the rose-gold box you’d hidden behind you. “Here, this is for you!”

“Wh—what is this?” Satan asks head cocked to the side in an action that made him absolutely adorable to you.

“It’s just macarons. I made them for you! I know you don’t like Valentine’s Day, but I figured you wouldn’t say no to homemade sweets, right?”

He feels his cheeks begin to heat up and his heart swells with affection for you

“Aww! You’re blushing!” You exclaim, throwing your arms around him in a crushing hug.

After trying to explain his sudden embarrassment by pinning it on the heat of the room, he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you.

Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad after all…

Asmodeus

Being the Avatar of Lust and a demon that loved everything to do with love, Valentine’s Day was one of Asmo’s favourite holidays

Despite your many protests, he insists on spoiling you for Valentine’s Day, starting off with a scavenger hunt of gifts he hid all throughout the House of Lamentation

By the time you reach the twelfth gift, it’s been five hours since you started the search, and you’re sweating and regretting many of the choices you made in your life

However, the brilliant smile on Asmo’s face makes it all better

He captures your hand in his larger ones and presses it to his lips with a gentle kiss

At his request, you open up the twelfth gift that was concealed in a large box, only to find a complete baking set and ingredients to make twelve Valentine’s Day themed cupcakes

“I thought we could bake some sweets together!” Asmo exclaims, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug

That’s how you end up spending the most exhausting Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had in your life with your boyfriend

Finally, all of the dishes had been put away, you and Asmo’s bellies were full of sweets, your room looked like a tornado had blown through because of all the discarded wrapping paper, and both of you were ready to call it a day

“Asmo, you spent the whole day spoiling me, but I didn’t get to give you your gift!” You exclaim, chiding yourself for almost forgetting the thing you’d painstakingly picked out for him

“I don’t need anything, I just love seeing you smile. You should do it more often.” Asmo responds, winking flirtatiously at you.

Beezlebub

You should have known that baking Valentine’s Day treats with Beel would be a terrible idea, yet you invited him to bake a cake with you anyways

The two of you had recently started dating, and you thought it would be cute if you captured your first official baking session as boyfriend and girlfriend

However, Beel had other plans, as in capturing whatever food you were going to make with his mouth

That’s how you two ended up going through two entire cartons of eggs, six bags of milk, and countless bottles of vanilla extract in an attempt to make one cake

“Beel!” You exclaim in frustration, hands-on both hips as you discover that your boyfriend had once again scarfed down the batter you’d painstakingly mixed together. “You’re supposed to wait for everything to be done before eating it!”

You finally end up tying Beel’s hands together with a loose piece of cord and sitting him down across the kitchen counter in an attempt to finish the cake recipe

“You seem good at this… Can you show me how to do it? I think I need to learn how to do it by taste….” He says, eyes glazed over with hunger as he watched you expertly maneuver around the kitchen

“No way! Just let me do it, okay?” You respond, shooting him an exasperated smile.

After an hour of back and forth between the two of you, the timer for the cake finally dings, and you untie Beel.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Beel. I’m so happy we get to spend it together this year.”

You present him with the cake, and you swear, you can almost see the happiness radiate off of him

“Happy Valentine’s Day! Does this mean you’ll make me a cake again next year?”

Belphegor

As the Avatar of Sloth, Belphie definitely did not think he’d be toiling over a mixing bowl of pink cookie batter

The whole thing started when Mammon and Beel began to tease him about his lack of romance with you.

To be fair, most of your dates were pretty low-effort on both you and Belphie’s part, but that was something that you liked about the demon – your love language was quality time. Belphie made sure to give you plenty of it (even if most days it was taking naps cuddled in each other’s arms).

However, the teasing from his brother’s finally got to him, and he ended up searching up a Valentine’s Day recipe online.

He had no idea how hard it would be to bake, noting that he should really give you more credit next time you whip up dinner for him and the rest of his brothers

After spending hours in the kitchen trying to put the perfect touch on the cookies, he visits you in your room.

What if she doesn’t like it? What if Mammon was lying to me? Beel was there too… so probably not, but there’s still a huge possibility she might hate it…

You open the door, and a huge grin spreads across your face at the sight of your adorable boyfriend.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” You ask, pressing a quick kiss against Belphie’s cheek before welcoming him into your room. “I thought we weren’t doing anything special for Valentine’s Day!”

“I—well, yes, we aren’t. But, I made you a little something… Don’t tell anyone else, though!” Belphie exclaims, shoving the plate of adorable heart-shaped cookies into your arms.

“Oh my gosh, these look amazing! Thank you so much, but you really didn’t have to give me anything, Belphie. I honestly just like spending time with you.”

Belphie’s eyes widen with surprise, and he mentally chides himself for listening to his brother’s in the first place.

“You won’t tell anyone, and by anyone I mean … Beel or Mammon, right?” Belphie asks, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this between us. I promise.”

[koishua]

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗬

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: yang jungwon x fem!reader.

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff, street racers!au, cyberpunk-ish!au.

𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛: 0.706k words.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: speeding and illegal street racing, underage driving (?), mild language, a few uses of petnames.

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦: in opposing teams, the only moment you and the cute driver of the silver racecar get to spend time together is when you're drifting through the run down streets of seoul, lit by neon lights.

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𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: eyy featuring the dreamies and the rest of enha... sort of <//3 im in love with this au, i might actually write a full length fic or something gahh this is THE concept ugh imagine this jungwon dressed as he is in the icon above :') MY ASPHALT 8 OBSESSED SELF IMAGINED AN EPIC DRIVE THROUGH THE TOKYO LAYOUT HELP— JUST IMAGINE THE DREAMIES AND ENHA RACING THROUGH THAT OML this is unedited. again djxnx.

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“how about a little game to settle things?” donghyuck steps forward, offering a deal to wrap up the small conflict that had arose between both of the teams standing in a large empty field, tin barrels scattered all over the area with wire fences blocking off multiple sides of it. fourteen cars had been lined up perfectly parallel to each other, their owners standing before them.

you stare at the messy raven haired boy in front of you who was leaning against the front bumper of a distinct silver car, turquoise highlights painted in a clear cut design— it’s a vehicle you could recognise from miles away, intricately familiar with the sound of its engine roaring that you had heard closely countless times before. he had been eyeing you with an unnoticeable smirk, prompting you to roll your eyes playfully.

“fine,” he takes a few steps forward to shake hands with the current leader of your team of seven, jeno, “don’t come begging us if you lose, though. where’s your old boss?”

you speak up, directing his attention back to you once again, “mark’s too busy to keep you lot entertained. you know? being part of the chain and all. something that dude tried to get into and failed— what, twice?”

heeseung scoffs when you lazily point at him, turning his back and slipping into his car. jungwon lets out a sarcastic laugh, stalking off to get into his own ride, “the first one to reach the tower wins the bet and gets everything.”

he peers at you through the windshield as you put on your seatbelt, glancing at the time that reads 01:19— well into the night, you’d say. you rev the engine that roars into life at the same time with the boy wearing the protective glasses across the clearing. everyone’s focus is on the timer hanging in the sky, blinking red and changing digits each second.

and when it strikes 01:20, the cold seoul night comes to life— fourteen engines, fourteen players, the game begins.

scattering all throughout the wired down trails, you find yourself speeding down the tight and narrow alleys with yang jungwon trailing behind you, weaving in between flickering lamp posts and pieces of large screens, once as signs for the various shops lining down the road. the enclosed path opens up to a spacious highway all of a sudden, making you glance at your outside mirror.

even through the only occasional bouts of light, you could trace out the usual smirk on his lips— the one he wore every time he had gotten the chance to give you a run for your money on the tracks. he swiftly drifts around the lowering ramp through a small opening you had accidentally given him and he presses a button on the side of his steering wheel.

“you’ve gotten rusty with your turns.” he speaks in a playful tone, knowing that you had heard him through the speakers in your car. you snort in amusement, “as if! i just wanted to let you catch up so we could really see who’s the best driver.”

this makes the boy on the other side of the line release a genuine laugh. he breathes out a long, content sigh despite the blood racing through his veins as adrenaline is pumped into his system, “sure, anything you say.”

seeing an opportunity strike as you see a ramp resting near the edge of the spiraling road, you speak into the built-in microphone, "chase me, loverboy!"

with that, you accelerate and use the elevation to fly down the last bit of the way, butterflies in your stomach as it feels like time has slowed down. through the thumps of your frantically beating heart, you pick up jungwon's chuckles and see a faint shadow coming down in front of you as your tires slam down on the asphalt surface once more, picking up the velocity once again.

feeling his presence catching up behind you, you tighten your grip on the wheel. forgetting about the ongoing race towards the tower, jungwon uses the terrain to his advantage, gaining speed far quicker than you had expected him to. with the communications off, he whispers delightedly to himself, "as you wish, princess."

[dizzydennis]

Sonic x Metal Sonic Cover Story!

Translator note: I am not totally fluent in Japanese so please understand that my translations are not perfect, but I hope you can enjoy this fun story. Any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Deep within Dr. Eggman’s abandoned, secret lab... a robot connected to a database booted up made note of the current situation. The evaluation was as followed:

[[Current status... "unfavorable"]]

While this robot was in rest for maintenance, Dr. Eggman was once again defeated by Sonic. Yet again, “he” was unable to rush to protect his master from crisis.

The same amount of bitterness stirred inside him... or perhaps even more.

It longed for the opportunity to defeat Sonic.

This mechanical piece of intelligence was known as “Metal Sonic” and it was created for the sole purpose of destroying Sonic. It continued to analyze the situation:

[[Current status is "unfavorable"]]

☆ ★ ☆

"Speed ​​Highway" is a super-three-dimensional highway that runs through a plethora of high-rise buildings.

It has many acceleration lanes such as the “360-degree rotating loop” that rises to the sky and a corkscrew that stretches into a large spiral. It attracts the souls of speed enthusiasts everywhere!

Sonic was running around in good spirits as he hummed to himself.

CRASH!!

Suddenly, something attacked Sonic head-on! He barely avoided it as the road just ahead turned into a pile of rubble from such a shattering impact. Sonic let out a gleeful grin.

“I’m worried. You didn’t damage yourself with that stunt, did ya, Metal?”

It was, in fact, Metal Sonic that stood up from the rubble.

Metal gave a piercing, sharp gaze towards Sonic. Within a second, he quickly closed the gap between the two of them while pointing his left hand to Sonic.

“Hey! Isn’t that--!?”

It was the flickering of a Chaos Emerald. Metal’s other hand pointed to the innermost parts of Speed Highway. It was unwavering.

Sonic instantly understood what Metal Sonic meant.

“You’re gonna bet that in a competition against me? That doesn’t seem very fair now, does it?”

Sonic then took out his all of the Chaos Emeralds he had on him.

“Alright, Metal! This is for real then. All or nothing!”

In an instant, two blue shadows dashed out onto the street, illuminated by the lights of the skyscrapers at dusk. The race that moved faster than the speed of sound had begun!

☆ ★ ☆

As the sound barrier was broken, the rush of wind echoed through the elevated roads that were cast as a valley between the buildings.

A corkscrew twisted down from a 360-degree loop as it curved to the right and then to the left. It then went into a spiral that took them up and down and all around.

Sonic lightly traced across the road’s surface as he felt enthralled by the difficult course of the Speed Highway. Metal Sonic was able to glide across the road with the use of a jet engine.

The race continued with the two hedgehogs barely gaining a step on each other, but a big change occurred in the middle of the course. A super long and sharp curve came out after a speedy decent. Metal Sonic decided to engage in some close combat before this area.

He boosted forward as his body entered this shocking, electromagnetic state. It was a sudden attack, but Sonic was able to avoid it. He must have read his moves. Metal Sonic’s energy output temporarily dropped at the end of the boost as he slowed down; just as planned. He could clear the curve with just the right amount of speed. Sonic had to slow down here too and Metal Sonic had nothing to lose!

Everything was going fine, but at that moment, Sonic was speeding up and approaching fast. Metal Sonic’s thoughts became fragmented if only for a moment.

[[......!?]]

Sonic, as he started to tumble off the side of the course due to his great speed, had put his hand out and grabbed Metal Sonic’s head, curved inward, and accelerated towards the inner-section of the course. He pushed Metal downwards and perfectly made the curve.

“My bad!”

Metal Sonic, who managed to regain his posture, raised his face, he saw Sonic running far ahead.

Metal Sonic tried to analyze the situation

[[Current status... "unfavorable"]]

☆ ★ ☆

Metal Sonic continued to analyze everything while giving chase. He had never won again Sonic ever since their first battle. He was built for the best performance and had a tireless, steel body. There were many factors of his creation that should have meant he was unbeatable.

But I can never win.

Why? Why... it’s just a hedgehog that runs fast...

Right at that moment,

A buzz of electricity rippled through the robot’s AI and it’s train of thought.

Is it because it’s not just “fast.”

 [[............!]]

Why was this robot made to resemble Sonic?

Perhaps, the creator, Dr. Eggman, created this body simply to not waste time creating it, but to also be a replacement to Sonic.

It was created for that specific purpose. There’s something that had to be done.

Metal cut all non-essential parts such as “fire control” and the “electromagnetic spark capacitors.” All systems were set on full power to “Speed.” Metal sharpened and gutted himself on the inside.

A moment later, a creature of blue steel, which had become the pure concept of a new “Metal Sonic” began to chase after Sonic the Hedgehog.

☆ ★ ☆

Meanwhile, Sonic had already taken notice that something had changed with Metal Sonic. The distance between them was gradually getting shorter.

Metal Sonic was purely a machine. There’s no way to know what it could even be thinking about. However, Sonic could sometimes tell. He could sense Metal Sonic’s joy, willpower, and unhealthy obsession towards victory.

“Looks like things are heating up!”

Sonic sped up even more, with a serious expression, muttered words of amazement while suppressing a grin that was continuously rising to his mouth.

“Heh, you don’t feel like you’re getting burned out?”

It was a straight line from the left-twisting, half-corkscrew to the goal. Below, you could see the surface of the city piercing upwards. The two blue streaks sped up the outside of a vertical skyscraper.

The goal was just around the corner. Sonic was in the lead.

Metal Sonic’s AI became fully aware at this point. It would not win at this rate.

How can it win!? Perhaps it could increase the output from the jet propulsion unit a little more, but where there even enough resources to do so...!?

☆ ★ ☆

"...?"

Just a few hundred meters from the goal.

Right then, Sonic couldn’t understand what happened.

Metal Sonic pulled out to Sonic at an impossibly fast speed! A dazzling seven-colored light erupted from Metal’s chest as a bright red flame with black smoke gushed out of the jet exhaust hole on his back. Parts and debris flew off of him in a violent roar.

“Metal...!?”

That’s right. Metal Sonic absorbed and utilized Chaos Energy! However, the power of the Chaos Emeralds was not stable and was very uncontrollable.

While speeding ahead, Metal lost his balance and collapsed.

Upon seeing this, Sonic tried to call out...

In a single moment, Metal was swallowed the the seven bright lights as they were then engulfed by smoke. Metal Sonic turned into a glowing red bulb.

The explosion sent an impact out that knocked Sonic back. As he looked up to the sky...

Against the backdrop of the night sky, Metal Sonic’s scattered body parts, which drew a trail of red flames alongside shimmering shards of window glass seemed to fly by in slow motion.

For a single moment, Sonic thought it was strangely beautiful.

Immediately after, Sonic got to his feet while being shocked at the explosion sounds that came soon after. When suddenly...

Metal Sonic’s upper body, which only had the torso, head, and right arm attached had crashed to the floor. As it made attempts to crawl towards the goal. The efforts proved too exhausting as he soon stopped dead in his tracks... just 10 meters away.

Shortly after, Sonic begrudgingly crossed the finish line; putting this little game to an end.

A Chaos Emerald flew towards Sonic. As he caught it, he looked back with a unique and serious expression. Metal Sonic had tossed the emerald with the last of his power.

[[......!!]]

Metal Sonic jumped to restrain Sonic as he approached with his fiery eyes.

Sonic felt as if Metal Sonic was saying that it’s impossible for two people to have crossed the finish line.

The damage that Metal Sonic had taken wasn’t as bad as Sonic had expected.

Sonic spoke in his usual tone, feeling uncomfortable with how relieved the situation felt.

“It was a good race.”

As Sonic let out his remarks, he never turned back and said,

“I’ll be waiting for a rematch.”

☆ ★ ☆

The defeated Metal Sonic was analyzing the current situation.

This time, it was an utter defeat.

Metal tried to re-calibrate all of his resources, but still couldn’t win.

Metal Sonic tried to sharpen his strengths, but it was all too late. In the end, he lacked a way to channel his resources and self-destructed.

....However,

it should be noted that an unprecedented performance was achieved this time.

 Even with the final Chaos Emerald, considering that the race would have been lost regardless, it wasn’t necessarily a bad move... but a more detailed analysis is to be postponed.

A rescue signal was already issued. Aid was available and recovery could be achieved at Eggman’s base. If Metal connected to the base’s main computer and analyzed today’s data, he can definitely win next time. There is room to not only improve speed, but also inhibitory behaviors and attack patterns.

I can still reach a tier of being and there will others who can surpass or fall victim to that tier!

At the moment, Metal Sonic was forced into a deep sleep mode due to a drop in his voltage energy. His ability to think dropped rapidly and Metal Sonic obtained an analysis result that was unbiased and unemotional.

 [[Status is... “favorable."]] 

[littlepadika]

Hi!! Can I please request 💕Din, 🔥enemies to lovers, 💅dom!reader ??? Thank you!!☺️☺️☺️

OOOH I love dom!reader with Din mwahahaha this one is hot and takes a nosedive into soft. Your fave @axshadows?

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Warnings: Male receiving oral, Dom reader

Din despised you. Whenever he'd be close to catching a bounty you would swoop in and finish the job yourself, stealing his thunder. You didn't do any work yourself. Din tried everything to shake you from his trail. He tried to lay a trap, he tried to split the reward, he even tried to kill you once. Nothing worked. You always slipped through his grasp.

Your conflict was coming to a head as Karga was tired of the constant bickering.

"Work it out you two or no pucks."

"Find someone else to steal from." Din glared up at you from his seat.

"But I like annoying you, Mando." You smirked. "Fine..." You groaned dramatically. "How about a deal? We both go after the same bounty. If you get him first then I'll leave you alone."

"You'll just come and steal it at the last second like you always do." Din shook his head.

"I'll play fair. I'll even give you a head start."

"I don't need a head start." Din leaned forward menacingly only you weren't scared at all. In fact you smiled.

"Let me finish." You held up your hands. "If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, things proceed as usual and you can't complain. Do we have a deal?"

"If I win, you should give me all the credits you stole from me."

"No way. Finders keepers."

Din grit his teeth under his helmet. Your little grin made something inside him ball up tight and sometimes he just wanted to throw you over his lap and-and- he didn't let himself think those things right now.

"I want a better deal." He folded his arms.

"You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. I'm perfectly happy with our current arrangement."

You loved playing with Mando, making him stutter and sigh. It started off as a power trip, making a Mandalorian putty in your hands. He tried to kill you once but he hesitated at the last moment. You realized his hatred for you wasn't pure, it was tangled with need. You knew he would miss you if you just left him by himself and you sure as hell would miss him too.

"How about..." You saunter over to him, perching yourself on the table in front of him. You saw him stiffen immediately, clenching his hands into fists on the seat below. "If you win... you can do whatever you want to me. You could try and kill me again, but something tells me that's not what you really want." You watched as the visor of his helmet turned towards you. You felt your heart pound faster knowing you had him in your grasp. "See... you could shut me up with a bullet in my skull or with your cock in my mouth. Decisions decisions, Mando."

With you left him dumbstruck at the table.

"Karga- We've reached a deal. One puck and we'll make it a race."

"One puck huh?"

"And don't make it an easy one." You hold your hand out. Karga rolls his eyes shoving two pucks into your hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a close one. Both of you were at the same cantina spying on the target. You happened to have more natural assests that drew the targets attention. What an idiot, you smirked ready to drop the sedative into his glass. What you didn't expect was for Din to blast the idiot to hell from across the cantina.

"I win." Din cheered, strolling up to pull the lifeless body off the counter.

"We said bring him in warm!" You glared at Mando.

"We never agreed on that."

"Didn't we?" You frowned.

Mando shook his head. He lugged the body over his shoulder with ease. "Come on, let's get out of here before the imps are on us."

Outside on the street it hit you that Mando won the bet technically. This would maybe be the last time you saw him if what he asked as reward was for you to leave him forever. The warmth in the pit of your stomach hoped that he'd ask for something different.

"You won, Mando." You stopped at the end of the street. He turned, the bounty still on his shoulder. "My ship is that way. Shall I take off never to return?"

The breeze made his cape flutter, but otherwise he was a statue. Conversely it made you squirm where you stood, tugging at your shirt which now felt too tight for some reason.

"No." He said quietly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Will you let me put the bounty away before we talk?"

"Fine." You shrugged nonchalantly though you were still nervous. "Lead on."

You had never been on Mando's ship before. It was dirty and breaking down but it softened him. Gave him some personality. He was less intimidating. The clutter and dusty knick knacks made him so human.

"So..." You place your hands on your hips trying to project confidence though you were becoming more and more anxious. "What'll it be, Mando?" Was this the end?

Din was freaking out. He stood on a shaky pedestal he had built to stand up to you. He had only pretended to be arrogant and capable. He played into his appeal towards you but now the game had ended. He was proud of his abilities to catch bounties, track targets, to kill, but his confidence ended there. He had no skills when it came to sex let alone with pretty women like you. You expected so much from him from the way you teased and talked crudely. Din knew he’d never live up to that. He didn’t even know where to start. His desire was bottled up in him with no clear outlet. Just a general direction towards you.

"Mando?" Your gaze softened a little. You realized perhaps he wasn’t going to send you away. You almost smiled as he rocked on his heels. The nervous tick was strangely endearing.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want-" Din struggled to find the words. "What you said in the cantina. You said I could silence you..."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What did you say? You couldn’t remember-

"When you said I could put my-my cock in your mouth." Din felt his cheeks heat up. He felt himself harden in is pants just at the dirty word.

"Did I say that?" You chuckled. “I guess I did. Is that what you want?"

Din nodded. He waited for you to take charge, tell him what to do, but for some strange reason you were waiting for him.

"You've never done this have you?" You realized, your smile falling off your face. You felt bad for how you treated him this whole time. Maker, you probably made him uncomfortable.

"No." Din looked down in shame. "Fuck-This was dumb. Just go away."

"Mando..." You stepped towards him placing a hand on his arm. The first time you've really touched him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging. Most guys don’t like me to be in charge.”

Din cringed further at the mention of your copious previous experience.

“Mando… look at me please-“ and he did feeling some of his dread subside. Your warm reassuring hand felt so good. “I'm happy to show you everything. I want to make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He wanted to explain himself, give excuses for his lack of experience, but the truth was he hadn’t found anyone he was interested in until you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now will you let me do this for you?” He looked at you, searching for honesty. There wasn’t a hint of disgust or doubt on your face.

Din nodded, feeling his stomach lurch in excitement. He felt safe with you which was another completely foreign feeling for him.

“Thank you, good boy.” The word shot through him, making him stand up straighter. You chuckled. “You like that?”

Din nodded shyly.

“Go and sit down.” You pointed at the crate against the wall. Din obeyed looking at you again for acknowledgement. You smiled kneeling down below him. “Good boy. See you’re a pro already.” Din blushed at your praise wanting to continue pleasing you. You slid your hands up his thighs slowly. “You can stop me at any point. Just say stop. My only rule is you have to tell me if I’m making you feel good. I wanna hear you.”

Din nodded his understanding. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” He said.

“Good boy. I know you can’t remove your armor which is fine. But can I take your cock out?”

Din nodded biting his lip. His dick was already straining against its confines. He exhaled sharply as you tugged down his waistband just far enough to pull him out. The only piece of skin exposed.

“You’re beautiful, Mando.” You cooed, stroking the warm length gently. You couldn’t wait to feel him in your mouth. A low broken cry cracked the voicecoder. “That’s it… feel good baby?” You stare right into his visor. Din swallowed harshly and nodded rapidly trying to keep from blowing his load.

“Tell me.” You reminded him of the rule.

“Yes!” He huffed. “It feels good. Please more.”

“We’re just getting started.” You promised opening you mouth and letting a dollop of saliva hit the head of his cock.”

“Oh Kriff…” Din pounded his fist against the crate. You continued your slow movements. You didn’t want to push him. He seemed lost in pleasure and you felt yourself warm at his trust in you. You slowly lowered your mouth on him, keeping your suction soft. He whined above you, his thighs flexing under your hands. You flicked your eyes up to him. His head was thrown back. You could see just a small slice of golden neck. He was sucking air between his teeth. The edges of the crate groaned under his grip.

“So-so good.” He mumbled between shallow breaths. You chuckled. He was trying so hard poor thing.

“It’s okay if you cum, Mando. I want you to.”

“But-“ Din’s hips jerked up into your hands. “What about you? I want to- I want-“

“Shh I know baby boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. Already wanting to jump ahead. “We’ll get there but first you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

And almost on instinct he did, hunching over as ropes and ropes slid into your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He croaked. It was better than anything he had done on his own. Your hot mouth and tongue had brought him so high only to let him plummet into his pleasure with no safety net. He was totally out of control. He didn’t hate it though. He loved it. He wanted more.

He came so much it made your pussy tighten longingly. His groans and sighs were gorgeous. You moaned, getting the last drops.

“Good boy…” You started stroking him back to full mast again. Surging with control and pride.

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[chosenimagines]

-FLIRTY-

01 Call me yours *wink*

02 You look like a cute little elve

03 Looking as good as ever

04 Did the sun just come out? I don't think I've ever seen you smile that bright

05 Did it hurt?

06 You are glowing brighter than the stars

07 I am hoping to see you soon again, Gorgeous

08 Oh damn you are looking so fine, Baby

09 My pleasure

10 How about you put your lips on mine

11 I love to see you in my clothes but I love them better on my floor

12 Now I couldn’t be more happy that I walked in without knocking

13 You have never called me that. Keep doing that!

14 Your hand fits perfectly in mine

15 Good morning, baby

16 I missed this mischievous glance

17 You owe a kiss, dear

18 What’s up, hot stuff?

19 If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up again

20 How about you go on one date with me and I make you fall in love with me

21 You shouldn’t argue with destiny, love. It wants us to be together

22 I wish I could meet you one more time for the first time so I could admire you in the right way

23 Did it hurt when you fell?

24 I am pretty sure you are the reason for global warming

25 Your beauty is distracting me

26 Hey, Lover Boy!

27 You tried to flirt with me

28 Don’t you know the language of love?

29 As always you are such a charmer

30 Your smile is gorgeous

31 I wanted to use a crappy pick up line but damn Angel you are way out of my league

32 You are worth all the trouble

33 We both know that you are in love with me

34 You are my favourite distraction

35 I noticed you staring at me, princess

36 You are very welcome to do it

37 There is only you!

38 Are you sure you want a kiss? I am not sure if you won’t fall for me again

39 That is my new favourite sound

40 You are totally flirting with me

41 Awww, I made you blush

42 Baby, the sun is nothing compared to you

43 Your hero came to save you

44 I thought I was already lost but then I looked into your eyes

45 Do you want my jacket?

46 It looks good on you

47 I love it when you are blushing

48 That lip biting is sexy

49 You owe my real date but I’ll be your fake one anytime

50 Don’t worry, I’m all yours

51 Chocolate for the sweetest girl on the universe

52 You don’t mind sharing with me, do you *wink*

53 Did you know that I love how you push back your hair?

54 I’ve never thought that I’d fall for a cute little elve *smirk*

55 Besides it looks better on you

56 Hey Gorgeous!

57 I can’t wait to show you off! You are looking stunning (insert nickname)

58 My lips hurt too

59 Maybe you want to watch a scary movie with me?

60 Your wish is my command

61 Heeeey, how you doin’?

62 The room got brighter when you entered

63 I can be your valentine

64 3… 2… 1! Happy New Year *leans in for a kiss*

65 Didn’t you see it? The sparkles between you and me

66 I want to do more than that *wink*

67 I’m heartless now, because my heart is all yours! *winks*

68 I couldn’t help but notice you when I walked in.

69 Has anyone ever told you that your eyes look like the ocean? Wild and beautiful

70 You make me feel like an artist! You are the perfect muse for my poems

71 I wish I could paint you like this, but I could never do you justice.

72 Damn, that accent though!

73 I believed that I knew what beauty looks like but damn...

74 So how do I get out of the friendzone? Should we give kissing a shot?

75 Don’t tell me your heart isn’t racing.

76 My heart is racing, and I can’t tell whether it’s because I’m terrified or because I like you.

77 Trust me, you look gorgeous!

78 Did you know that your laugh is sexy?

79 It was kinda cute actually

80 This is all for you

81 Thank you for your precious smile, love

82 I don't want your body! I want to know your soul

83 Your hair is hanging in your food! *brushes it behind her/his/their ear*

84 You make me so nervous, but for some reason I still like it!

85 How about we go on a rollercoaster? The rollercoaster of emotions

86 If you’re feeling nervous, we could hold hands.

87 You like my name? You should here my phone number

88 I lost my number. Can I have yours?

89 I lost my heart. Can I have yours?

90 Hey, don’t be ashamed of being shy! It’s actually really cute!

91 Did you know I can read palms? *takes her/his/their hand and traces along the lines* I can see that you are meant to fall in love with me

92 That outfit looks great on you.

93 May I have this dance? *smirks and bows* 

94 I was more than lucky to run into you. See you around?

95 Maybe we can hang out again? *grins*

96 We work well together. *winks*

97 Has anyone ever told you how funny you are?

98 This was fun! Don’t you want this to happen again? Like tomorrow 5 o’clock

99 How about next time just the two of us hang out?

100 Aren’t you tired, sweetheart? You’ve been running through my mind a lot lately

101 You make me want to know more.

102 Just ask me out. I know you’re dying to.

103 I can’t help thinking that we look really good together.

104 Wanna go grab a drink?

105 I’ll come if you do *wink*

106 If it’s a date, then I definitely have time for it.

107 I’ll always make time for you.

108 I bet anyone would like you.

109 I know I was staring, but how can I help it. You're so gorgeous I just couldn’t look away.

110 I wish I could see you more often.

111 I thought this party would be a waste of time, but then I saw you.

112 I’m a very honest person and you are honestly the prettiest/most handsome person here.

113 You should smile more, you look lovely.

114 You should smile! Your happiness is lifesaving

115 Because of my great looks and your stunning smile and personality you should be my date to the dance

116 Are you good at ball games? Cause you really caught my eye! 

117 You, me equals a perfect match!

118 You’ve been here for how long?! I could have never forgotten someone like you

119 How about you be the Belle to my Beast?

120 Time stopped when you walked by

121 Why can’t I take my eyes off you?

122 My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met.

123 Feel my pulse. This is how my heart beats whenever I’m around you.

124 Can’t you stay a little longer? It’ll be worth your time.

125 I wanted to give you some of my sweets but I am afraid that you will get any sweeter

[friskynotebook]

Fresh, Undiluted, and Pure

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Asian plus size f!reader

A professor!Obi x librarian!reader modern!AU

cw: food, age gap

Summary: During frosh week, the reader keeps running into Obi-Wan.

A note on the Asian rep in this ‘verse: In this modern AU, the reader is written to be Asian, plus-sized, and female/AFAB. The amount of Asian representation will vary in the different instalments—some will be based heavily in the reader’s culture, others will not. The reader’s culture is based on my own experiences as a mixed-race Chinese woman and is not meant to represent the vast array of Asian cultures.

I also want to give a special shout out to @obiknights and her work Borrowing Privileges—it’s one of my favourite professor!Obi fics and it’s inspired my own AU. Thank you for your talent and friendship, Brit ❤️

The title comes from the song "I Can Do Better Than That" from The Last Five Years. You can listen to Anna Kendrick's fantastic version here.

Also on AO3!

Chinatown AU masterlist

Today you were stuck in the cataloging and digitization suite. Well, stuck probably isn’t the right word—frosh week was just getting underway and the incessant chanting would have gotten on your nerves sooner rather than later, especially with the Canal Games down by the Locks. Plus, you do love digitizing old documents, no matter how boring others may find it.

Still, it would have been nice to see more than these four walls and your two monitors on such a nice day.

In fact, it—

“Hard at work?”

You nearly jumped a foot in the air at the sound of Obi-Wan’s voice. “Jesus Christ!”

“You really are jumpy, aren’t you?”

You turned to find Obi-Wan leaning against the doorframe, that same amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah, everyone loves me on Halloween—I’m pretty sure Bail and Kali start a betting pool every year on who can scare me the most.”

“Well that’s no good.” You raised a brow. “How does your poor delicate heart handle the torment?” Obi-Wan teased.

“Poorly,” you grinned. “What are you doing back here? Classes don’t start until next week.”

“Meeting Bail for lunch.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to the—“

“Residence cafeteria, yes.” Ever since Bail accidentally received 20 meal credits for the res caf after a department head meeting, he’s made it his mission to take everyone and everyone ‘out to lunch’ at least once.

(After President Palpatine’s lunch with Bail, he swore he’d never hold a meeting there again.)

You cringed in sympathy. “Poor man. Hope you ate before you came here.”

He frowned. “Why on earth would I do that? I’m sure the food is perfectly fine.”

“Perfectly edible, sure. Fine implies it’s at least somewhat good and . . . Well, tread carefully.” At his confused look, you crossed your arms. “I lived in residence all four years of my degree. I had my fair share of caf food. Let’s see . . . It’s the first Monday of the month, so they’ll have perogies as a hot food option. Those are pretty decent. You can also get an omelet if you’re in the mood for brunch—but make sure Rhonda’s working. She’ll add some extra cheese if you ask nicely.”

“Good to know,” he said, his smile becoming more . . . Fond? No, surely not.

“Obi-Wan! Ready for lunch?” Bail’s voice boomed down the fourth-floor corridor.

“As I’ll ever be,” Obi-Wan raised a brow at you, his eyes crinkling. “Don’t work too hard.”

“I won’t,” you replied to his retreating form, your cheeks bright red.

##

“What time is it?” Bail asked for what had to be the third time this hour.

You sighed. “Two.” You slumped down at the library services desk. The frosh youths were doing massive musical chairs in the quad outside the library and you could hear the loud music and screaming from your desk.

“How does musical chairs take so long?” Bail whined. “They’ve been at it for an hour already.”

“It’s massive musical chairs,” you replied, heavy on the sarcasm. “We’ll be lucky if it doesn’t take all fucking day.”

“You two sound grumpy,” Obi-Wan said, striding over with drinks from the library Starbucks. “Figured you both could use one of these.”

“You’re an angel, my friend,” Bail moaned, taking his usual diabetes-in-a-cup. “These youths are driving me up the wall.”

“Yes, what exactly are they doing out there?” Obi-Wan asked, handing you your coffee. You took a sip—pumpkin spice latte, no whip. Exactly how you liked it.

“Massive musical chairs,” you rolled your eyes.

“And what makes these musical chairs so massive?”

“All the fucking people they drag into it.”

Obi-Wan snorted into his drink, his eyes crinkling in a way that made your heart race. 

“What are you drinking?” you asked.

“English breakfast tea, same as always.”

“Your favorite?”

“Oh, no. Just the only thing I’ve tried from Starbucks.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “You don’t drink coffee?”

“Obi-Wan has refused to try any coffee in all the years I’ve known him,” Bail chimed in, shaking his head.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to subject himself to what you consider coffee,” you teased. “I don’t blame him.”

“Well, maybe I’d be open to trying it with some good suggestions,” Obi-Wan pinned you with his blue-eyed gaze.

You swallowed, trying to cover your nerves with a sip of coffee. “Lattes are a pretty safe bet. Starbucks has some good ones—I’m partial to the vanilla ones with oat milk. Twiggs, the student-run coffeehouse, has great coffee drinks—I like their French Vanilla, cappuccino, and chai latte, if you’re into tea. Can’t beat the prices either. And, of course, you can’t go wrong with regular coffee”

Obi-Wan nodded, focusing intently on your words.

“If you go to the library Starbucks, try to avoid when the line is out the door, the baristas get overwhelmed. Better to go to the kiosk in the university center instead. It’s across from Twiggs. If you’re desperate and hate yourself, there’s a thousand Tim Hortons on campus. They’re all pretty efficient except for the first floor university center location. And the residence one on weekends. They have good tea and the best hot chocolate, but I wouldn’t have their coffee if my life depended on it.”

He nodded again—you imagined he was taking detailed mental notes, though you weren’t sure how much of it he was retaining.

“Though, I’m surprised you don’t know any of this—surely you’ve been on campus long enough to stop in at a coffee shop, even if it is to get boring tea.”

“Ah, well . . .” He looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “Perhaps I didn’t pay as much attention to the traffic patterns as you have, my dear.”

You felt yourself flush at the pet name and pointedly ignored Bail’s shit-eating grin.

##

Finally the frosh activities seemed to be winding down—though as relieved as you were, it was only a sign the campus chaos would soon begin.

You and your friend Jess were manning the library services desk today—Bail was forced to retreat to his actual office for a string of meetings with library department heads.

“What’s the student government hosting tonight again?” Jess asked.

You pulled up the schedule on your computer. “Hmm. Sexy Jeopardy. A game show about sex, sexual health, and safe sex practices. Creative.”

“I’d probably remember more from sex ed if this was how they taught us,” she replied. “Sounds kinky.”

“Funny enough, that’s one of the categories,” you pointed out. 

“What’s one of the categories?” A familiar British accent filled the quiet library, Starbucks cup in one hand and a newspaper in the other. 

You looked up, your face turning bright red—there’s no way you’re telling Obi-Wan about—

“Sex Jeopardy,” Jess said, having none of your embarrassment. “Creative sex ed.”

“Oh, splendid. Hopefully it’ll stick,” he hummed.

“That’s what I said!” Jess exclaimed. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but what exactly are you doing here?” you asked. “I figured you’d want to savor your last days before classes start.”

“Well, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by,” he smiled, his eyes a warmer shade of blue. “Besides, I might get stuck on my puzzle.”

“You’re brave for coming to campus so often during frosh week,” you noted. “I certainly wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.”

“Perhaps the . . . environment is worth braving some riff raff on campus,” he replied, not breaking your gaze. 

You’re pretty sure this man just made your brain break. “. . . Oh. I guess that’s true.”

He made himself comfortable at the library services desk and settled in while you and Jess worked, occasionally asking you for help with stubborn clues. 

“You know, I minored in philosophy during undergrad,” you noted after about an hour of his company.

“Oh? You did?” he said, cocking his head to the side and leaning towards you. 

“I did,” you nodded. “And I’ve never heard of you or had a class with you.”

He swallowed. “Is that so?”

“It is.” You rested your head in your hand. 

He leaned closer. “How long ago was that? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I graduated five years ago.”

“Ah.”

“And not a peep about you.”

“Interesting.”

“Yes, I think so.”

He gazed at you, his eyes sparking. “What are you asking me?”

“I’m asking you how it can be that I only met you last week?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

For the second time in a single day, Obi-Wan stunned you into silence. 

Reluctant to break the electricity in the air yet terrified to stay in it, you asked: “Are you a professor here, Obi-Wan?”

“Well, actually—“

His phone vibrated. He looked down and winced a little. “That’s my department chair, I should probably go. We have a meeting soon.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling sad at your imminent loss. “Of course. Don’t be late.”

“If I leave now I won’t be,” he reassured you. “Until next time?”

“Until next time,” you nodded. As he turned to walk away, you called out: “Don’t think I’ll forget about that question.”

“Oh, I have no doubts about that, young one. I doubt I’d be able to forget a single word you’ve said to me.”

No-pressure tags (please message me if you want to be added or removed!): @obiknights @wickedscribbles

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating George Weasley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and George first meet when you’re both attending Hogwarts. Him and Fred are obviously pretty popular so you probably know about him before he knows about you. 

- As most couples in school do, you met because you were placed in the same class and wound up sitting pretty close to each other. This class also just so happened to only contain one Weasley in it; something I’m sure happened quite a lot with the trouble the twins always started. 

- Since he doesn’t have his twin, he’s a bit more focused on the classroom itself and eager to find himself the oh so important class buddy. While he was sitting at his desk, bored out of his mind, his eyes fell on you for the first time and he immediately perked up. He found his buddy. 

- Both of the Weasley twins are quite social; or at least not scared of social interaction, so he has no problem coming up to you and introducing himself. He’s eager to make you his friend and get closer to you, and since he’s funny, sweet, charismatic and much, much more, you’re more than happy to accept his friendship. 

- George sort of has a crush on your for a while before he asks you out; which Fred obviously rags on him for. And his crush on you only worsens as time passes and everyone he knows starts to catch on to his affections, hinting at him needing to ask you out. 

 - You were invited to the burrow at least once and his Mom even gave him a knowing look, telling him he should get a move on and saying “sure you don’t” when he shyly insisted that he didn’t know what she was talking about. 

- Although it takes him a bit of time, he does manage to ask you out with little problem. 

- George has always been a bit affectionate with you so when he took your hand in both of his and started toying with your fingers as you were doing something, you really didn’t pay it any mind. 

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go out sometime, love?” 

- You froze for a second, not expecting to hear those words leaving his mouth, and his heart raced as he awaited your response. You looked over at him to see if he was joking or not and gave him a genuine smile as you were met with his sincere face. 

“I would love that George.” He smiled and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. 

- The two of you have sort of already done everything you could together; in regards to going to places at Hogsmeade and stuff like that, so you really don’t have a very extravagant first date. You both just walk around the more wooded areas of Hogwarts, talking, teasing, and nudging each others shoulders. 

- You share your first kiss that same day; he just couldn’t help himself. He was walking backwards in front of you for a while before he stopped, forcing you to stop as well. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for a moment before slowly leaning in, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

 - Your lips met in a soft, somewhat chaste kiss and you both smiled at each other after pulling away. He kissed your forehead before wrapping his arm around you and continuing your walk.

- And just like that, everything in George’s life seems to fall perfectly into place. You’re his and he couldn’t be happier.

- Lots of Pda. He’ll usually keep his affection sorta innocent when you’re in the public eye, the idea of getting heated when one of his siblings can see is a bit awkward to him and he’s just more of a reserved person in general. The absolute most you’ll get is a makeout at a party, other than that, he’s just tooth achingly sweet. 

- He loves giving you affection but he especially loves you giving him affection. He had to share his mother and father with six siblings growing up so having one person; especially one that he loves so much, giving him their undivided and loving attention is like a dream.

- Handholding and hand kisses. He likes taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it before he laces your fingers together.

- Getting pulled into his side whenever you’re standing next to him. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and keep you close to him, finding comfort in you being all nestled into him.

- Cheek and forehead kisses.

- Having kisses pressed all over your face before he catches your lips in his. 

- Sweet and slow kisses. He likes keeping your lips on his for as long as he can. He also likes holding your face in his hands whenever he kisses you, lovingly brushing his thumb against your cheek bone as the two of you pull away. 

- You holding his face in your hands? Godlike.

- He loves when you straddle his lap as you’re snogging; nothing beats it in his eyes. 

- Sometimes, he’ll lean down and rest both his arms on your shoulder, his chin laying against his forearms/hands and there’s just something about it that never fails to fluster you; at least a little bit. It’s probably the close proximity and the fact that he brushes kisses along the back of your neck absentmindedly. 

- Princess, darling, love, etc. He adores giving you pet names. And you giving him them? He didn’t think he could love you more but he stood corrected the first time you called him one. 

- He likes spooning as much as the next boy but there’s just something about resting his head on your chest or borderline sleeping on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck that he finds so comforting. 

- Waking up next to you is one of the best feelings in the world to him. His eyes slowly opening to see the sunlight streaming on your face, hearing your soft breathing, having those snuggly, soft spoken conversations. He lives for it. 

- Him reading to you. It melted his heart the first time you cuddled up to him, asking what he was reading and saying that it sounded nice, admitting happily that you’d like to hear some when he asked if you would.

- George is used to being the one who explains things so if you have a question, he usually has the answer; and he always gives it to you with minimal teasing.

- If you ever give him a gift, just know that it will be worn, displayed or shown off with pride. He’ll always give you a kiss and an adorable thank you, showing it the upmost love as though it’s the best thing he owns. 

- He likes to rag on you for it but he secretly loves when you ask him to reach things for you. 

- Competitions and bets for kisses.

- Cheering him on at Quidditch games. Its quite funny to see how aggressive your typically sweet and fairly docile boyfriend can be whenever he’s out on the field.

- Showing him different muggle things. He’s a particular fan of Saturday morning cartoons. 

- Going to Zonkos. You’re always dragged there whenever you go to Hogsmeade, well, there’s less dragging and more relenting on your part after he gives you puppy dog eyes. 

- Going to Madam Puddifoots. He definitely feels a bit out of place but he doesn’t mind too much, he thinks it’s sort of sweet and finds the sight of you in the shop to be quite cute.

- Sneaking around the school using the marauder's map and just his impressive memory of the castles layout. You swear that he must have the entire school memorized. 

- Helping him and Fred with pranks.

- Getting to hear all about his new product and prank ideas.

- He’s sorta used to just going along with Fred's plans so he tends to be fine with whatever you want to do. He may teasingly whine and complain but he never really has an issue with any of it.

- Fred third wheeling or going on double dates with you guys, though it isn’t really third wheeling when it’s Fred; he’s just as involved in your relationship as you are. 

- Visiting the burrow and writing each other letters during your breaks. Molly absolutely loves you and welcomes you with open arms. She always finds something to invite you to.

- Helping out at the shop once they buy it. The two of you make goo goo eyes at each other from across the store and Fred teasingly pretends to gag whenever he makes eye contact with one of you afterwards.

- He somewhat fusses over you; especially when you’re out in the elements. He’ll pull your jacket collar closer to your neck, put your hat and scarf on for you, etc. He has this cute need to take care of you.

- Fred teasing the two of you; or just George when the two of them are alone. You’re pretty used to it by now but he does occasionally manage to somewhat fluster you.

- Him whispering little comments to you; especially when he’s bored. You’ll have to stifle more than a few laughs during class.

- He’s always able to make you laugh and he absolutely lives for it. It doesn’t matter if your laugh is the ugliest thing in the world, it’s still music to his ears. 

- He hates when you worry over him; though he does like the fact that you care about him enough to do so, so he’ll usually try and joke around to make you relax and feel better.

- Assuring him that you don’t mind his holiness. He’ll pretend that it doesn’t bother him but you know that it does so you take special care in reminding him that it doesn’t matter to you.  

- George has always sort of felt like the lesser twin so it means a lot to him whenever you reassure him that you only love; and have only ever loved, him. He could have proposed to you right then and there when you first said so.  

- He understands you better than anyone else. If you’re going through something, he’s right there with you, comforting you and trying his best to help. 

- We’ve got ourselves a jealous boy right here. Since George is a bit insecure, he definitely has a habit of getting jealous over you. He tries to reason with himself that it’s not his place to interrupt or ask you about the guys you’re around but sometimes he just can’t help it.

- He’s definitely a bit overprotective of you, almost in a maternal/paternal way at times. He’ll almost kill himself a dozen times for the sake of a prank but the minute you do something remotely risky, he’s trying to stop you like he’s your parent.

- Whenever anything upsetting or scary happens, he’s the first person to ask if you’re okay. He sticks by your side and watches out for you like his life depends on it.

- George is a lover, not a fighter. The two of you rarely have fights but when you do, they’re more so just arguments that may or may not get a bit heated; depending on the subject matter. 

- George has always been good at smoothing things over and understanding other peoples point of views so your arguments never last very long. You rarely ever not resolve an argument before you leave each others sides, unless you really need to leave for something, but when that happens you’re usually over it by the time you reunite again. 

- Lots of I love you’s and all kinds of them at that. He’ll say them sincerely, he’ll say them playfully, he’ll jokingly sing them; whatever comes to mind or fits the mood. He just loves to say I love you. 

- He may lose an ear but he doesn’t intend on losing you anytime soon. He knew you were the one the moment he laid eyes on you and he never ceases to be amazed by you.