#both have the adoring and in smitten sentiments

[dustbon]

The moment Fable aged up, problems knocked at the door

[daylighted]

dean winchester x angel!reader — innocence is a virtue.

or, how on earth is he supposed to corrupt you? you? or, dean's newest passenger princess is killing him slowly and violently.

cw, fluff but with sexual elements. mostly fluffy though. reckless driving DO NOTTT do this!! professionals only!! dirty minded!dean. honestly just horny!dean really. innuendos galore.

word count : 2.9k

notes, guys can i be so honest i have not even gotten to the seasons where angels come into spn. this is all based on the lil bits n pieces i know of the future stuff ok. ik i'm a fraud but BE GENTLE IF IT'S OOC OR ANYTHING < /3

req. by anon & in honor of kas's dean & angel fics bc i LOVEEE them

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dean, honestly, had never met someone quite like you. when he'd told cas in passing that he was about the most naive, innocent thing he'd ever met, all he did was give him one of those looks he reserved only for dean. he thought, then, that it was just because he was being a bit of a shithead, and cas was telling him without telling him so.

very quickly, he found out how wrong he was about both of his assessments.

the day you came down to earth and graced everyone, literally, with your presence, dean was smitten. never before had he met someone so sweet. so honestly pure. until you, he thought that purity was nothing but an ideology based on impossible feats. a pipe dream and a half for the faithful. no, the reality was that he just hadn't met you yet.

sam was pouring himself into research, too focused to realize that dean was all but whittling away in his starvation, so when he offered to go grab some cheap shit from the diner a few minutes from the motel, all he got in response was a mumble of agreement and a wave of his hand from him.

but you, who'd been sitting on the motel bed, stiff as if you had something stuck up your ass holding you in place, turned to him and asked to come with. that struck dean off kilter immediately, because he hadn't been asked for anything in a long ass while. sam just usually assumed he'd be writing shotgun wherever they went. john — no, he'd never ask his son anything, usually buried that sentiment in harsh demands and orders. cas asked him lots of questions, but permission was not often one of them.

and when he looked at you, read over your features and saw the genuineness in your wide, expectant eyes... god, how could he say no?

so you sat there in the passenger seat. dean had to buckle you in with a joke that flew right over your head — another joke you would not get, even though he was fucking killing it with them right now — about not wanting to send you flying if they got into a wreck.

you proceeded to unbuckle and buckle and unbuckle again a few times, seemingly fascinated with the click of the mechanism. dean wanted to be annoyed. genuinely. if sam had started pulling this shit, dean would have pulled over and drove a few feet ahead as a warning to cut it the fuck out.

but with you, it was adorable in its own right. god, it was! somehow it surprised you, every time it clicked, even if you'd already done it eight times. like, how did anyone expect him to get pissy at you when you were doing those sharp, surprised gasps every few seconds? a few more times and he'd be pulling over to give you something to gasp at, he thought idly.

and then winced, scrunching up his face, when he realized how deep in the gutter his head was. no, he wouldn't touch you. wouldn't even try to plant that idea in your pretty little head.

dean didn't want to corrupt you. if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he wanted to keep that pretty little head as clear as his nose was, alright? he wasn't going to be the one to break you into what this world was, its hardships and its cruelties — and its more deviant pleasures.

but fuck, you made it so hard to keep his head straight.

you did this thing, he realized too, on that silent, clicky drive, where you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth when you were in deep thought. thought about what, fuck if he knew, because if you said something to him in the moments that he watched you do it, he'd never know. he was watching your mouth but not to listen.

dean was about to start reprimanding himself in his head, for what must have been the third time already, when you said something, nearly making him slam on the brakes in his surprise.

"how are you doing this?" you asked, as if that wasn't the vaguest question he'd heard in his entire life.

dean blinked a couple of times as he waited for elaboration that never came. he switched hands on the steering wheel, resting his right loosely over the gearstick. "doing..." he trailed off, shaking his head slowly in a gesture to make you keep talking, "what, exactly?"

you did not catch the hint, and he was probably a fool for expecting you to. it took a few more seconds of you staring very intently at his thighs for you to speak up, and by then, he was fucking squirming in his leather seat, trying to not let it get to either of his heads that you were so blatantly staring at his dick.

"this," you answered, twinges of frustration evident in your tone. he couldn't blame you. he was getting frustrated in this car ride, too. "making it move."

christ. he was going to hell. he was going to hell again, this time because of his own drifting thoughts.

"you're gonna have to be a little more clear, dove," he managed through his teeth, voice strained, "'cause i don't think we are on the same train of thought right now."

another blink, and another few seconds pass. your hand shot up in his direction and he flinched, honestly flinched, convinced from the filthy thoughts circling in his head that you were about to grab him by the—

"this," you repeated, and he almost bristled at the attitude, almost told you off about virtues or whatever, when he finally got it. your arm stuck out in gesture to his legs, which pushed the gas pedal and rested against the doorframe, as he drove.

dean closed his eyes briefly, metaphorically swapping his metaphorical wrist for his headspace. he was not, was not, the person that should be introducing you to this world.

dean shifted again, bringing his left leg closer to the leather seat as he readjusted into more of a comfortable position. he hadn't even realized how tense he'd gotten on this short car ride until now. he was as straight backed as you were, and breathing just as slow. "driving?" he asked anyways, like an idiot.

"driving..." you repeated, like the word was as fascinating to you as the process was. "how?"

the diner sign was right there. it was teal and glowed, retro in style, announcing benny's bistro as open.

he drove past it.

dean knew that you did not sign up for a driver's ed course with him with your question, knew even more that he was risking his baby for a pathetic attempt at flirting with someone who did not even know the definition of the word, but to hell with it. you'd asked to come along with him, and therefore placed yourself in his hands for his guidance. the least he could do was make some sort of effort, couldn't he?

"c'mere," he grumbled once he'd pulled baby off into an unassuming back road, parking it dead in the center. you'd need all the open space. he patted his spread thighs a couple of times.

your stupidly pretty pink lips sucked into your stupidly straight teeth. fuck. "why?"

"just—" he cut himself off when he realized he was about to get snippy. you didn't deserve snippy. he was just hungry and horny and you were pretty and he was...

he was pathetic. looking for reasons to get you into his lap. he'd already been to hell, what are they gonna do, drag him back by his ear?

"just do it," dean finished on a sigh, his hand dropping to the front of his leather seat, grabbing the handle and shoving the seat back as far as it could go. there you were, staring at his dick again, making him feel hotter and more bothered.

he felt his heart stop solidly in his chest when you started to climb over the middle console, so oblivious to the faceful of ass he was getting. dean was practically praying to god at that point. he knew he'd been a shit until then, and definitely a sinner by every means, but if he could grant him a little fucking strength—

you plopped your happy little ass right between his muscular, jean-clad thighs. you were warm, was his first thought. he was screwed, was his second.

"what now?" you asked him, that innocent lilt to your voice as you did, and he felt like a dirty little freak for wanting to bend you over the steering wheel moments before ( who was he kidding? for still wanting to bend you over the steering wheel ).

dean took both of your hands and placed them on the steering wheel. once he'd closed your fingers around the wheel, he dropped his hands to your thighs.

"this one," he patted the left one, and nearly went molten behind you, when you lifted that thigh and placed it on his palm. "nuh uh," he tried to lightly correct, "this one you don't use. jus' keep it out of the way." dean's voice was strained in his ears, in his throat.

you slipped your thigh out of his grasp, pressing it up against the inner of his own thigh, your foot tucked around his ankle. you were so trusting and compliant. he was so, so screwed, and so, so awful for thinking about breaking that sweet naivety.

"this one," he said, patting your right thigh, and when you didn't move it this time, he smiled, just a little, to himself. "you use to make it move."

the flush on your cheeks that followed his tease was so damn pretty it took his breath away.

he lifted his leg, not able to reach the pedals with you sat between them and his seat all the way back. he pointed his boot at the left pedal, knowing you were watching each of his movements intently. "that's the stop pedal. push it down to stop." he repeated the process he'd done with your legs, boot pointing at the right pedal as he explained it. "that's the ignition."

pause.

"that's the go," he corrected, sparing you any momentary confusion and any more questions, he hoped. dean could not keep sitting here idle with you between his legs. "makes the car drive. harder you push, faster it goes."

hell, hell, hell. he wasn't going to hell, because he was already in it, strung up and burning.

"i'll handle the gears," he added quickly, when he caught your head turning downward to the shift stick. "don't wanna overwhelm that pretty little head of yours, dove, with too much at once."

dean rested his right hand on the gear stick, his left hand gripping the handle on the driver's door for dear life. he needed the support; you were driving him up a wall with his claws out, and you were about to be driving him. driving his baby. it took a lot of coaxing from sam for dean to let sam behind the wheel. all you did was ask how do you make it move? and he was letting you drive.

you. who did not even know what a car was. who was learning how to drive literally that moment.

god help him. he'd prayed more in this fifteen minute drive than he had in years.

you pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car revved all pretty and loud. dean watched with bated breath as the response to your efforts registered in your head, the way your eyes lit up in that curious glimmer, the fucking teeth biting on your lip.

once you let up, he pushed on the gear stick's release, and tugged it down from park to drive. the car slowly began to move down the dirt path.

you slammed the brakes so hard that his head knocked into the back of your shoulders. "fuck, dove, gentle."

and you were, when you shifted your foot over to the gas pedal again. you pushed it down on it tentatively, the car starting to glide down the dirt road, the sound of pebbles grinding beneath the tires.

"better," he mumbled in your ear, leant forward to keep his eyes on the windshield. it's not that he didn't trust you, he just... yeah, he didn't trust you. "just like that, dove."

the praise, though, goes in one ear and out the other, because the gentle ease of baby's tires along the road is interrupted by you slamming the gas. the tires squeal. clouds of dirt and dust puff out from behind the car as it takes off.

dean's heart went from in his ass to in his throat in a manner of a second. "whoa, whoa, whoa!" he exclaimed, a nervous laughter bubbling out of his throat. "slower, slower, will ya? crashin' in the middle of nowhere is the last—"

you hit the brakes again, still hard but less this time. just enough to send his head knocking into your shoulder again as the car slowed.

slowed, but still headed toward the ditch. "right, see your hands?" he asked, chin nuzzling into the plush spot between your neck and your shoulder so he could see better. "twist 'em. nice n' gentle for me, to your left, yeah, good girl. makes the whole car move, yeah? jus' keep it on the dirt, not off "

you follow his instructions, and dean feels a swell of pride at this. maybe he should have gone into driver's ed or some shit. he was a good ass teacher.

"like this?" you asked, drawing him out of his self glazing. your voice, soft and hesitant, breathless with your excitement, has his chest heaving.

"yeah, dove, jus' like that," he rasped, his left hand moving from the doorframe to rest where your thigh met your hips. the car kept its slow pace down the long dirt road, and for the first time since you'd gotten your hands on the wheel, his heart doesn't feel like it's pounding in his throat. "no, no, don't stop. keep goin', you're doing so good for me."

his phone starts to buzz in his pocket, and like that, his self indulgent driver's ed lesson comes to a screeching halt. "you jus' keep on going like this, alright?" he asked you, patting your hip with his hand before he reluctantly let go.

he definitely answered the phone with more attitude than necessary. couldn't help it. he was having a great time. "what, sam?"

"everything alright?" sam asked, and then dean felt like a prickhead for giving him shit at all. "s'been thirty minutes."

dean sighed, his eyes lifting again to look out the front windshield. a stop sign was quickly approaching, and you didn't even need his guidance for that. you were slowing to a stop all on your own. he was so fucking proud, it was sick. "all good. long line at the burger place."

it was dead empty, four miles back.

"we'll be back in a few, alright? chew on one of your books or somethin' while you wait, make 'em useful."

"dean—"

he hung up before he could hear sam's sighed response.

his hand fell to your waist again, squeezing lightly to stop you from lifting your foot off of the brake just yet. "play time's over. calvary's callin' us back."

dean pushed the gear stick into park again before he moved both of his hands to your hips, helping guide you back into the passenger seat.

he adjusted the seat again, his hands finding their typical place on the wheel. he did a very illegal u-turn at the four-way intersection and headed back down the road that you'd driven him down.

"have fun?" he asked after a beat, eyes flicking over to see you. you looked so pretty in the orange glow of the sunset, your face lit up in deep gold.

you turned to meet his eyes, and he had to look away quickly, the bright glimmer of adrenaline in them knocking all the wind out of him. "yes."

"good." dean meant it. there were so few things he'd risk everything for, but that toothy smile of yours jumped to the top of that list.

"dean?" your voice rung out again, earning him another glance your way in acknowledgement. "what part of the car was in my back the whole time?"

dean faltered, eyes blinking in a bout of surprise and lips parting, searching for a response he did not have. his eyes dropped down to his lap for a second, dread and embarrassment pooling like ice water in his stomach at what he hoped wasn't— yeah. yeah, it was.

"i dunno, dove," he mumbled through his teeth, staring straight ahead, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, doing basically anything to not meet that curious look of yours. especially knowing you'd have your lip in your teeth all over again. "might have t'take it to the shop, while we're in town... get it checked out or somethin'..."

he was so damn screwed.

tags, @figthoughts @jasvtsc @titsout4nicholas @deanswidow @deansbite

[vomitspit2]

went to the doctor and came back with the test results on jade leech. (headcanons/exploration from canon)

1. doesn’t like strong scents and stays away from most colognes/perfumes. if he is going out to a certain high-quality function, he might wear body mists or perfume oils to give off a certain air of maturity. finds anything heavier than those two alternatives gives him a migraine. a book that would interest yet disgust him is perfume: the story of a murder by patrick süskind.

1.2. despite the constant ‘i must cut off my nose if i smell anything stronger than a candle’ feeling he carries with him, he really does enjoy the plain smell of his loved ones. just a whiff of floyd or azul’s sweat and his own tension melts away. would bury his nose in their neck throughout the day for a quick refresher if he wasn’t so guarded around the public’s eye.

2. picked up his potionology expertise from azul. when they were kids, they often brewed potions together to give certain ‘poor unfortunate souls’ their end of the bargain when azul’s UM was still underdeveloped. azul was always a little bitter his potions never turned out as flawless as jade’s and jade is aware of this sentiment.

3. is known to take strolls around campus after hours and often finds himself caught in conversation with the ghosts in the portraits. during the daytime, jade will exchange a few pleasantries with them — which does not make sense to azul or floyd because he’s never interacted with them before?? how are they on such good terms?? jade likes to keep them both in the dark for how the relationship between him and the portrait ghosts was fostered.

3.2. speaking on his strolls, jade often spies malleus doing the same thing yet has yet to make conversation with the young prince. it is not out of fear but rather respect for knowing when one is enjoying their peace. jade often regards malleus with the sentiment of most teenage girls have for their favorite characters: i need to put him under a microscope.

4. his first meal with mushrooms added (lets place him around first year, after winter break) made him violently sick. it was one that he had picked on his own during a night walk, and he added it into a soup because he has seen (yet not tried) those served in the cafeteria like so. due to them being so poorly undercooked, it caused major gastric problems for him. since then, he’s been enthralled and smitten with fungi <3

4.2. speaking on the note of him being sick, i imagine he really enjoys the sensation. now! he doesn’t purposely get sick, that would ruin the ‘authenticity’ of it. but he enjoys the feeling of his body under the weather, something different from the normal 98.0 Fahrenheit, somehow a virus has slipped through his clean and disinfected body and that’s exhilarating.

5. his hair bounces up and has cowlicks in it exactly like floyd’s does. he takes to gently combing and gelling down those in the morning, but when he takes off his octavinelle hat, some will resurface over time. every time floyd goes to ruffle his hair, his wrist is swiftly caught and squeezed by a gloved hand.

6. is known to like quiet, dark, and cold places. it is hard to find such places in a college like night raven but mostro lounge’s walk-in freezer has all THREE of these attributes. has on more than one occasion scared an employee because he sits in the corner, doing homework in the pitch-black dark, and all they can see is the light from his left eye. his reputation keeps anyone from seeing this as odd rather than sinister.

7. is most certainly lying about his UM. always the wolf in sheep’s clothing, he likes to be seen as helpless and he adores being underestimated. sniffle sniffle poor me, my UM only works on one person at a time sniffle sniffle and it is not even a guaranteed thing.

8. has a vigorous appetite and enjoys a wide variety of foods, but has found his favorite fruit to be oranges. he enjoys the sensation of opening them and peeling slice by slice. additionally, vitamin C promotes healthy blood vessel function which works well for a jade with POTS, a headcanon siphoned off this ao3 work.

9. since he does not have the perfect memory like his twin brother, he takes to writing down information about the student body in multiple folders. is always on the lookout for new information and slipping secrets that people whisper in the hallways.

9.2. sometimes gets distracted listening in on other people’s conversation if a topic piques his interest. if he is in a conversation with another person while this happens, he turns it on them, maybe you weren’t paying attention to him … how rude of you.

10. homestretch … last headcanon … [pukes blood and dies before i can say it]

[leathfaic]

Ghost's and Soap's courting behaviour must've been a fucking trip to witness from an outside perspective. Like yeah they are flirting over comms without abandon, but in person it probably took them a while to get that comfortable (emotionally repressed as they both are in their own ways.) We get a glimpse during the Prison Break where Ghost is definitely showing off and Soap is absolutely smitten.

But it probably continues like that for a while. Ghost sniping, knifing, just continuously showing off extremely controlled violence to Soap's praise. Stunned and flustered that he found someone he can impress with all the ways he knows to kill a person. Wipes his bloody knife with a stupid little grin on his face that almost hurts because he's not used to it.

All the while he's absolutely fawning over Soap's demolition skills. Soap who will level a fucking building with nearly superhuman precision just to get Ghost to compliment him for it. Beaming like he just won a competition every time Simon has a nice word or two to spare for him, ash and dust still settling in the background.

Johnny who pushes himself in the gym when Simon is there: perfect form, keeping repetitions going only to nearly collapse on Gaz when Ghost leaves the room.

Ghost who gets extra gruff and showy in his authority over other soldiers when Soap is around, unconsciously wanting the other to know what a good CO he is. That he's great at being a soldier all around. And who fucking smiles under the mask when Soap shoots him an adoring look.

It's like two very confused and violent teenagers dancing around each other, both are intimated by their feelings for each other, but not enough to let it rest. Both desperately want to leave a good impression. Both too manly and gruff to do something about it at first, too afraid to be rejected to risk a confession.

The general sentiment on base once they get it sorted and finally get together is a huge "Thank fuck, took them long enough!" because it was getting annoying, but its not like anyone was about to call the fucking Ghost out on his antics. And while Soap might have been called out it certainly didn't stop him from acting a fool the moment Simon Riley enters a room.

Now there's some peace and quiet on base, we'll mostly, unless you have to room next to either of them...

[kifkay]

Winx & Specialists versus Families

’cause blood families are difficult and messy, and what are friends for if not to listen to you bitch about your mom so. here are all the different ways the Team supports each other:

bloom’s gut instinct is ALWAYS to run away to Earth and curl in her adopted parents’ arms.

gradually, she infects her friends with the same sentiment. it’s just- whoever comes to pick up Bloom from her monthly freak out, Mike and Vanessa always insist on joining them for dinner! and they’re gentle and patient, and genuinely ask you questions! and really listen when you answer!!! or if you don’t want to talk, they let you loiter in their home indefinitely and let you help them out at work

the team becomes enamoured with bloom’s parents and M & V’s house becomes a sort of safe reprieve for all of them. a warm place, where you will never be turned away from.

(eventually, Mike and Vanessa also become the designated Trusted Grandparents, who can always watch the kids. it’s a little confusing for the pair who remember adopting just one disaster child — but they’re only the happier to get to care for other adorable, mischievous munchkins.)

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Riven is ready and willing to yell at any of your shitty relatives, no charge.

it all starts when Riven accidentally stumbles into attending Rose Day dinner with Timmy’s family, back in their first year. the two specialists were not particularly close - they barely knew each other then. Riven stuffs himself with food and watches with irritated discomfort as Timmy’s parents dig into him for all the ways he had “made himself a failure”.

Riven is even more irritated when Timmy shows no sign of trying to stand up for himself.

It ends up with Riven “accidentally” pushing Timmy’s dad’s face into a bowl of mashed potatoes and leaving their house, kicking and screaming, about how lucky they are to have Timmy visiting their shitty abode. that the young man is more successful, kind and brave than both of them will ever be — and Timmy had just started his career in the Red Fountain.

(Timmy is immediately smitten)

since then, Riven had: accompanied Tecna to her talks/negotiations with her negligent creators; acted as an emotional support bodyguard for Sky, when the latter went to confront his father about Domino; face-timed Flora’s mom to talk about boundaries (on Flora AND her sisters’ behalf); and managed the combined might of Aisha and Nabu’s distant relatives on their wedding.

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Helia, Brandon, Flora and Stella take care of their friends in subtler ways.

They sit with them for hours on end - just listening to their sorrows and grieving with them.

Helia, Brandon and Flora are all deeply empathetic, perceptive people - they’re always itching to land a hand.

Stella is less perceptive, but she trains her eyes to notice red flags and swoop in with “an assist.”

Flora is not the best with words, so she mostly listens to her friend talk and comes up with ways to make their lives a bit easier. doing menial housework for them, cooking, etc.

Stella is very aggressively on your side, always. she takes you out for self care day in Magix, gets you to smash plates over the kitchen counter and respects your emotions.

Brandon usually goes for distractions. be it training, shopping trips or adventures.

Helia tries to guide you through the process.

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Okay imagine Solomon being upset and jealous that MC doesn’t have a mark of his own on their body, MC notices this fact and gets the mark of Solomon tattooed onto their body. I’ve been so obsessed with this idea ever sense Solomon became my no.1 favorite character ever.

Ooh, yes, I've seen this floating around as well!

Solomon would be pleased on the outside, absolutely thrilled on the inside. I think having his own mark would satiate that jealousy, because now having his own mark on your body shows the world that you have a strong bond of trust and care. Just as you do with the brothers, if not more so.

I know many people have different headcanons about where each of the brothers' marks are on their MC's body, which usually have some sort of meaning. I suppose it's up to preference where you'd want to be permanently tattooed, but what if you got it in an area that was special to both of you?

Trying to be as inclusive as I can to everybody's headcanons of the brothers' marks, so take these with a grain of salt or come up with your own! :)

Perhaps Solomon has disclosed with you a certain part of your body that he just adores, an area he often touches in moments when it's just the two of you. Rubbing your knuckles or kissing the back of your hand when watching movies together, caressing the small of your back while you read over a passage from one of his spell books, right behind your ear where he rubs soft circles as you drift off to sleep in his bed, or brushing his lips against your shoulder as he holds you from behind while you make dinner.

Getting his mark in an area he dotes over, one that he never fails to touch or lavish with kisses in those near ritualistic moments, would be the ultimate gesture. Because for him, it would be an indication that the small things he does in the time he is granted with you mean something to you. They're special to you too.

That's the fluffy, sentimental version. Now I kinda want to explore the logistical or rational placing of his mark.

I was looking at the seal of Solomon, and noticed two things: the symbol for Saturn (the one that looks like an awkwardly drawn n) and the symbol for Mars (which interestingly enough, the Mars symbol seems to have the Sun's symbol in it as well. Mars is the "male" symbol, while the Sun is a circle with a dot in the center).

For quick reference, Saturn rules both Capricorn and Aquarius in traditional astrology - representing structure and discipline. Mars rules both Aries and Scorpio in traditional - representing drive and passion. And I'll go ahead and do the Sun's as well, it rules Leo - representing the ego.

Now, I mention this for one reason: medical astrology. Each part of the body (and its systems within) are ruled by a sign (quick fire examples: Capricorn - knees, Aquarius - calves, Aries - head, Scorpio - lower regions, Leo - spine). So, how impressed would he be if he realized you'd tattooed his mark in one of those areas? Just what he'd expect of his clever apprentice! (Even better if you got it on the left side of your body, as the left represents wisdom! Right is power, in case you wanted to know :)).

Perhaps by doing so, you invoke one of the qualities of those aforementioned planet rulings, like you find yourself being more responsible with the mark on your ankle or the back of your knee, maybe you're more authentic with it at the top of your spine, or more aggressive in your pursuits with it on your naval or behind your ear.

I think he'd be fascinated, and oddly flattered, that his mark influences you in a such way. Like he's indirectly influencing you. It'd be similar to how the brothers' sins on your body might make you act certain ways, like more greedy or more gluttonous.

Yeah, he'd be smitten with you and that mark wherever you end up putting it. Whatever makes you happy, as long as he has a little claim of you as well. Perhaps he'd create a mark that represents you to tattoo on his body... If there's room, ha!

[thunderxleafart]

headcanon for Douglas x Oliver. And also, Douglas is so beautiful

Ohhhh yes, Douggie and Oliver, I think I've got at least a few for them! x'D Buckle up, I'm boutta ramble LOLL ~ Headcanons for 10x11 ~ - They were pretty much smitten when they first met; Douglas thought Oliver was incredibly brave, strong and "an enterprising engine", while Oliver, ofc, was extremely grateful to Douglas for his rescue.

(Also cuz I mean look at "Escape", did you see the way they looked at each other? Instantly smitten for sure. xD) - Toad was/is the ultimate wingman (or wingvan?) for them.

-Things were a little rocky at first; Oliver was still unpacking quite a traumatic experience and dealing with a rough-ish start on Sodor. And he struggles with the nagging question of whether or not he liked Douglas because of who he was or just because he rescued him.

-Though it's a little awkward and uncertain, once they overcome the initial bumps and start talking they hit it off very well, easily becoming good friends. After that everything just sort of... falls into place.

-Literally everyone knew they liked each other (there were many a gushing rant from both of them about the other lol). - They don't really use "pet names" for each other. Though Oliver is one of only two engines on the island that's allowed to call Douglas "Douggie".

-Ironically, Oliver is way more protective of Douglas then vice versa, though Douglas does still have his moments.

-They spend whatever time they can get together just... talking. They talk endlessly about anything and everything. They love sharing in each others experiences, both past and present, and enjoy a solid sense of comradery.

-They understand each other better then almost anyone else, especially when it comes to their fears about scrap. They know they can always confide in the other about pretty much anything.

Their favourite things about each other are;

Douglas about Oliver: His determination, his unbreakable spirit, how reliable and trustworthy he is. Plus he's got such an adorable face. (and eyes that are very easy to get lost in xD)

Oliver about Douglas: His husky laugh (especially with the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles), the way he laughs at pretty much anything, how level-headed and patient he is, and especially that softer, sentimental side to him.

-Donald still teases Douglas to no end about "makin' goo-goo eyes at wee Ollie", but he's still incredibly supportive. He's mostly just happy his brother found someone who makes him so happy. uwu

-Donald has also told Oliver exactly what he'd do if he hurts his brother, but they were mostly just jokes... mostly. xD

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There's probably more but it's safe to say that I think they're absolutely adorable! x'3

They can really understand each others traumas and experiences, and I 100% see them as just one of the sweetest, most affectionate, couples. (At least as far as trains can go xD)

But aw yeah, Douggie is quite a cutie, isn't he? <3

Just had to doodle him after all that LOLL

And one of these days I'll get around to drawing them together... probably. xD

Thank you for the question!! <3

[tjwritesfanfics]

Universe Five *RV*

Pairing: Joe Joe/Reader

Summary: Joe Joe seems smitten with the girl in the RV next to his family's, but really bad at talking to her.

Rating: None

Words: 757

Every Universe Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You couldn’t believe your dad rented an RV instead of flying to California. He said it would be fun to spend the next few days on the road from New York. Said you could stop at some monuments across the US. You knew why he was doing this. You were going to college in California, so he was trying to have one last family trip before you started school in a month.

The sentiment was sweet, but the last thing you wanted was to spend god knows how long in a cramped space with your 10 and 15 year old brothers, your spastic mother, and your father.

Now here you were at some RV park in the middle of Utah watching your brothers wrestle and waiting for your dad to finish dinner.

“Travis, don't bite your brother!” Your mother shouts at your brothers. “And Grant fight back! Geez those boys.”

“Are we sure Travis doesn’t have rabies? I’m still not convinced that racoon didn’t bite him back in Kansas.” Your mother sent you a look, the corners of her lips curved into a smile. “What! I’m not.”

As much as you hated the idea at first you were genuinely having fun now. Of course there were moments you wanted to strangle one of your brothers, or both at the same time.

“Now they look like they know how to have fun!”

You and your mother turned to the sound of voice. Two guys stood behind them, one tall and lanky the other shorter and a bit bulky. Your eyes scanned over the tall and lanky one. He was in dirty everything. Tank top, jeans, boots, even his hair was greasy and glasses smudged up. So why did you find him attractive as hell?

“Hi! Names Howie. This here is my brother Joe Joe. We are your neighbor for the night.”

Your mother waved a little wary of the two guys. You really couldn’t blame her, but after spending a few hours with Joe Joe and Howie, as well as the rest of their family, they weren’t bad people. Honestly it just seemed like they wanted to enjoy road life, no matter how dirty they got.

You watch Howie get dogpiled by Travis and Grant, smiling a little. You were happy your dad did this.

“So,” Joe Joe wonders up beside you, pushing up his glasses on his nose, “You’re a girl.”

“Ummm last time I checked.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “But thank you for noticing.”

He nodded at you, but not saying anything more. The two of you stood in silence watching your families. It was another 5 minutes before he spoke again. “I don’t do well talking to girls.” When you turn to look at him, he was staring straight ahead. He was giving sort of creep vibes, but you could also tell he was trying hard to be polite.

Taking pity on him, you look back towards the group, trying to keep conversation with him.

“Well I don’t think you are doing that bad. I mean we are talking.” You could hear him chuckle. “And honestly you can really say anything and I would love to listen. What would you say you are interested in?”

After prompting Joe Joe he seemed to open up. He talked about his love for the open road and hunting. While you didn’t understand a love for either, you couldn’t help but adore the twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. For the next few hours Joe Joe and you continued talking, he even worked up the nerve to turn and look at you.

It was almost midnight when your mother told you it was time to come into the RV and get some sleep.

“We leave pretty early in the morning.” You frown, feeling sad about leaving Joe Joe. “I may not see you before I leave.”

Joe Joe mimicked your frown. “I hate to see you go.”

“Do you have a phone?” 

“Well not really. It’s a joint family phone.”

You hum. It was better than not seeing him again. You told him to wait right there as you ran into the RV to find a pen and paper.

“Here!” You smile as you put the paper in his hand, “This is my cell phone number. Also where I will be going to college in California. If you are ever around there, look me up.”

You wave, leaving Joe Joe with hope in his heart. Maybe taking a side trip to California would be worth it.

(Banners by cafekitsune)

[weirdkpopgirl]

Smitten | Jaemin Imagine #7

Title: Smitten

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff that might make you want to throw up

Word Count: 594

Author's Note: Just another idea that came to my head. My inner romantic tends to take over whenever I write stories like this. Then when you combine that with Jaemin, it's kinda hard to stop me lol. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Thank you for reading ^ ^

𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪

The gentle aroma of vanilla-scented candles, combined with the inviting coziness of your living room, enveloped you and Jaemin in a relaxing embrace. Nestled in the corner of the sofa, both of you found a comfortable position, arms, and legs entangled with one another. Your head rested against his chest, allowing you to feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while his fingers delicately caressed your hair. As you cuddled, your attention was drawn to the phone in your hand, as you scrolled through the cherished moments captured in your photo gallery.

“Remember this one when we saw the cherry blossom trees?” You showed him the selfie you had taken of you two surrounded by the pink flowers.

Jaemin chuckled as he admired the picture alongside you. “Your eyes look like they’re about to burst with joy in that photo.” 

Amidst laughter, your thumb glided over the remaining photos. As you ventured to the latter segment of your gallery, Jaemin's gaze widened in surprise upon encountering an array of images featuring him—from electrifying concerts to captivating photoshoots, even selfies he had shared on social media.

"You save all of these?” Jaemin turned to you with a curious look.

A delicate hue of crimson rushed to your cheeks as if you had been unexpectedly caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. Feeling a touch of embarrassment, your eyes stayed anchored to your phone screen.

“It’s just this habit I have whenever I find a picture of you online,” you shrugged. “Sometimes I just like having something to look at when you’re away.”

Recognition swiftly lit up Jaemin's eyes, a sense of understanding dawning upon him. Your words had an instant effect, gently warming his heart. The reassurance that you held him in your thoughts mirrored his sentiments toward you—a comforting reciprocity he cherished.

A soft smile graced your lips as you casually swiped to the subsequent photo taken by a fan. “And how can I not when my boyfriend has a smile that could light up the whole room?”

Observing the love brimming in your eyes as you admired the image overwhelmed Jaemin’s heart with this delightful tingly sensation. You glanced up from your phone and met his affectionate gaze. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, a renewed blush on your cheeks.

Unable to take his eyes off you, he leaned in until the two of you were mere inches apart.

“You are so adorable,” Jaemin whispered before closing the remaining distance between the two of you.

His hand gently cradled the side of your face, guiding your lips into a slow, tender kiss. Your eyelids fluttered shut as your fingers instinctively threaded through the nape of his neck. Surrendering to the moment, you savored the softness of his lips against your own.

You were the one to pull away first, not wanting to get too carried away. Jaemin still had that lovesick grin on his face that almost made you want to smack him. Bubbling giggles erupted from both of you, as you seamlessly eased back into your previous cuddling embrace.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair.

Smiling, you squeezed him a little tighter. “I love you too.”

Na Jaemin stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you. Although your mind sometimes tried to trick you otherwise, what you had with Jaemin was real and extraordinary. You were so lucky to have him in your life, and he never hesitated to ensure you knew that he felt the same way about you.

𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩♡𓆪

[unhingedoveractivemuse]

Title: FIrst LEGO Sets

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Tags: Married Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Note: Flufftober Prompt #16 Yes, No, Maybe

Note 2: Another one for my SEALs Buck AU but can be read as a stand-alone. All you have to know is that they’re married and are smitten with each other.

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Buck has had to make many choices in his life. Eating spaghetti instead of pizza. Studying for a test versus not studying. Joining the SEALs versus quitting

Nothing is as daunting as this though.

What did they get into?

There are way too many to choose from, he thinks, looking at the wall of options in front of him and his husband.

“Yes?” he says, looking at the box his beloved picked out. “Or does it buy too much into gender stereotypes?”

His partner turns the box around and frowns, nose wrinkling in a way that Buck finds adorable. “Yeah, no,” his husband decides, putting the box back down.

“There's these little sets down here,” he notes, nodding at the little bags in a rack, careful not to disturb their son who's napping in his arms after another therapy session.

“No. He'll have them all mixed up within the day.”

“But variety, babe.”

A thoughtful head tilt. “Maybe.”

Then, his beloved sighs. “I never thought LEGO shopping would be so hard.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, looking at all the colorful boxes again. Their son's therapist had recommended they get some toys to help with Christopher's dexterity and LEGO was one of the better options on the list because it also promotes creativity.

There's just…a lot.

Fortunately, they were able to rule out the DUPLO sets for the youngest of children because both of them think that Christopher’s dexterity is good enough to not warrant buying the larger blocks for him. They also eliminated the sets meant for people 18 and above.

But, unfortunately, that still leaves them with plenty of options.

And this is only what Walmart has to offer!

It's his turn to sigh, running a hand through Christopher's curls to lull the child back to sleep when he feels the tell-tale signs of him waking up.

“We've got this,” the love of his life reassures him.

“Yeah, we've got this.”

Fifteen minutes later, they're at a standstill.

There are several sets in their cart all with their own merits. They've got a Classic box that would encourage creativity but only has little builds, a City set that's a bit more gender-neutral but doesn't seem all too interesting to Buck, a Speed Champions set which is definitely in there because of his husband's interest in it, a Star Wars mini set that seems cool but he worries about it being too detailed for Christopher, a DC set, a Marvel set, and a DUPLO Disney set because their son is a bit of a Disney fiend.

Now what would their final choice be?

“Papa,” Christopher whines from his arms, almost startling him. He had been so engrossed in weighing the pros and cons, price, and their son’s possible capabilities to build a set he completely missed Christopher waking up.

Did he wake the child up by accident? He did, didn’t he?

Goodness, he feels like a terrible parent.

“Hungry,” their son whines, clinging to Buck's shirt.

Okay, maybe he's not such a terrible parent. Experience has told him a hungry Christopher will wake up no matter what.

“Soon, mijo,” his partner consoles the six-year-old, pressing a kiss onto Christopher's temple.

“Cookies?”

Buck grins. He had made a batch of chocolate chip cookies from one of Bobby's recipes, and they were pretty good if he says so himself. Not as good as Bobby's based on the ones his soulmate brought back from the station, but good.

Christopher and his husband might or might not be hooked on them, and the sense of pride he has about it is immeasurable.

His beloved chuckles. “Maybe after lunch. Bisabuela's expecting us, remember? She’s making quesadillas.”

“Taquitos?”

He laughs, sharing the sentiment. Everything Abuela cooks is amazing, but those taquitos?

Heavenly.

“We had them last time,” he reminds their son. “Maybe next time if you ask Abuela nicely.”

Christopher nods, taking the assignment seriously based on the look on his face. “Let's gooo.”

“We really should go,” his partner says, checking his watch. “Or we'll be running late.”

“Alright,” he concurs, and then the idea pops into his mind. “How about you pick, then, superman? Which one would you like?”

He waves at their cart and watches as Christopher's curious gaze scrutinizes each one.

“One?”

“Yeah, just one.”

Their son nods, and Buck thanks whatever higher power is out there that Christopher is not one to beg for more toys. His soulmate must think the same too based on the pleased, fond look he's sending their son.

“That one.”

Buck blinks, wondering where the six-year-old is pointing when he spots it.

The lone Jurassic World set.

“You sure?” he asks. They had considered the set, of course, but there didn't seem like a lot to do with it. It was only a truck, a raptor, and two figures.

Christopher nods, though, and who is he to deny his son?

Well, the one who should be denying any unreasonable request coming from a six-year-old, but his point still stands in this case.

And it's not like his husband is denying it either considering how he plucks the box from the shelf to hand to their son and starts to put all the other ones back.

“Cariño?”

“Hm?”

“You wouldn't be upset if I ruined your budget right?”

He looks up from watching Christopher stare at the box in his hands with fascination and eagerness to see his partner holding up the set with the car.

Buck snorts. He should have seen that coming from a mile away. His beloved isn't obsessed with cars, but the ones he likes, he likes.

“No,” he says trying for unamused, but the smile on his soulmate's face tells him he failed.

“Yes.”

“Maybe. For a price.”

The love of his life walks up to them, pressing up against Buck before kissing him softly on the lips.

“Good enough?” his husband asks, a teasing smile on his face.

“Absolutely.”

[darling-wendy]

rei and miri's physicality: a chronological analysis (part 1)

Time to go into one of the meta topics that has been buzzing in my head for a while now. It's about how Miri and Rei interact with respect to physical contact, and how I am smitten by the way he's so gentle with her and lets her take liberties with him. This is gonna be long and image-heavy [NB now has descriptions]. I have to split it into two parts because of the image limit.

Episode 2! This is the first time that Miri and Rei have physical contact with each other, and it's Kazuki pawning her off to Rei so he can make breakfast without her running underfoot.

As I went to get these screencaps, I noticed that Rei's hands automatically come up to hold her even though he's clearly kind of sceptical about the arrangement at this point. (Lol at Kazuki backing away as though he's afraid Miri is radioactive).

Episode 3! And here begins a running gag about Miri's favourite way to wake up Rei lmao.

I'm curious as to why Rei was sleeping on the sofa to begin with, when that's where they put Miri until she gets her own room in episode 4, and Miri didn't know Rei slept in the bathroom until later on.

Miri goes looking for Rei after Kazuki turns down her request to sleep with him. She finds Rei sleeping in the bathtub as per usual for him and eagerly clambers into the tub so she can sleep with him. Going by the setup of Misaki's apartment in episode 11, she's probably used to sleeping with her mother.

Despite his resting bitch face and reserved demeanour, Miri is already super comfortable with him. She's plopped on his chest, pawing at his face, and goading him to smile. And Rei is very accommodating of her whims. He later tells her to stop kicking the back of his seat in the car, but doesn't tell her to stop pawing at his face. Around this time in the story, Kazuki complained about her climbing into his lap when he was trying to eat, but Rei just....lets this happen lol.

There's a cut out and it fades back into her asleep in the tub, wrapped in Rei's blanket as he looks down at her from outside it. The implication seems to be that she just tired herself out pawing at Rei and then he relinquished his sleeping spot, probably to go out on the sofa.

Such a significant moment. I had already realised that this was the first time that Rei had addressed Miri by name, but it was only while I was drafting this post that it hit me that this was also the first time he had willingly and consciously initiated physical contact with her. I also think it's significant that he repeats the 'Let's go home, Miri' line after she's jumped into his arms. It's him fully committing to the sentiment.

It's sweet how after he has made his 'I'm her papa' resolve, he doesn't seem to put her down again until they meet back up with Kazuki.

Episode 4!

It's so adorable how Miri loves climbing on Rei and how he just let's her despite him not being a tactile person.

Him keeping Miri on his lap after they both woke up from their nap is so precious.

Tsundere Rei lol. Even though he acted very put upon to be there, he was clearly paying attention and even anticipated the high five coming before Kazuki did.

I think this is the only instance of her hugging both their legs at once and I love it. I love it! It's so dear to me. I love this family 😭

Episode 5!

Rei's expression here is golden. Miri, like most small children, is very adorable. But, also like most small children, she can be very annoying lol.

We get another instance of her preferred method of waking up Rei--jumping on him--band she even shakes him for good measure, but he's simply too tired to react.

This is also a good point to note the difference between him sensing something and waking up before she even flipped the lights in episode 3 and the way he's now so comfortable with her presence here that can even sleep through her deliberately trying to wake him.

I wish I had a gif because screenshots do not do justice to the softness with which Rei picks up and gazes at Miri while she's asleep. He's 1000% having a 'that's my baby girl; I'm her dad' moment.

And just look at his expression after Kyu reveals he knows what the deal is. He's nervous about what Kyu will do, and there's also so much 'don't take her away from me' energy coming off him. I see in him shades of the Rei who will tell Kazuki that he wants to keep taking care of her after her mother is killed.

And that's part one! Part two is here.

[silcosprincess]

Hello! Could I get a romantic Matchup please?

so I’m Lexi and here’s what I look like!👇

I’m 24, straight, she/they, 5’4, & INTJ

Pros? I’d say I’m playful, have a weird sense of humour, talkative, loyal as a dog, great listener, I smile a lot (while ironically having a resting bitch face), sarcastic, and most would probably describe me as either adorable yet cursed or adorably cursed. I’m definitely not a stranger to being called a cryptid lol

Neutral? I’m very sensitive, socially awkward, tend to ramble a lot, I can be a bit of a pack rat (I tend to keep a lot of unnecessary things either out of sentimental value or just cause it think it’s neat even if other people think it’s just junk 🤷🏾‍♀️), and I’m a bit of a perfectionist (but only towards myself).

Cons? I’m shy, anxious, a little clumsy, stubborn, non-confrontational (unless truly needed which I go kinda overkill sometimes), and can be petty/passive-aggressive

Likes/Hobbies: Info-dumping, Playing bass, Internet Icebergs, retro technology, DIY projects, music, art, photography, and horror movies

Dislikes: Being underestimated, people who take themselves too seriously, my passions/interests being mocked, being interrupted, and...country music? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun facts about me:

* Sometimes I write music (mainly just basslines though)

* I once accidentally won an art show (Yes I do mean accidentally. Long story)

* Erm…I used to work at a daycare? (For about 3 weeks 🤡)

* I once took a trip to Spain and joined a weed club 😎🤙🍃

Hope that was enough info! Thanks in advance!

Hello and thank you for requesting! <3 @killer-qu33n-of-disaster

I match you with:

🖤Ekko🖤

You two met whenever you were looking for retro tech in the under city, the haunting energy piqued your curiosity. You stumbled upon a salvage area near the Firelight's hideout, and Ekko spotted you. He was torn between curiosity and concern, as he'd never seen you before and you were really close to his hideout. He still had a wound from the day before, but he mustered up the courage to go up and talk to you anyway. As you two talked and he knew you weren't a threat, he welcomed you into the hideout and you spent a lot of time helping him around and getting to know him, which eventually turned into a sweet bond between you.

He really enjoys your vibe and sarcastic banter, and the both of you have so many inside jokes that nobody else gets. He really appreciates that you can smile even through the intensity of life in Zaun. You both exude a lot of ride-or-die energy. While Ekko is shouldering a lot of responsibility with the firelights, he really admires your loyalty and resilience. You encourage him to relax and let himself laugh even when things get rough, something not many people can do for him.

Whether it's your bass playing or you working on DIY projects, he absolutely loves watching you create things and thinks your passion for "odd" things and bits is really cute, and also really aligns with his tinkering tendencies. You two once spent hours just turning scrap metal and such for a really cute music box for one of the orphans in the hideout, and it's one of his favorite memories.

This guy is so smitten with you, he gets captivated just by how you talk with him sometimes. He loves the way you can soothe him with a deep conversation but still make him laugh with random witty remarks, and he would never mock your awkward moments, but instead try his best to make you feel safe in them, so that you know he doesn't think you're a weirdo and he isn't judging you.

I think his spontaneity balances out your introspective side really nicely, and he loves that despite being reserved at first, you become very talkative with him and about topics you love, and he loves to see how your face lights up whenever you're rambling about whatever you're interested him. It just makes him happy to see you happy, honestly, and he also finds the stuff you talk about pretty interesting too. He could listen to you ramble for hours.

Since he knows you hold in your emotions at times, he might sometimes try to push you to speak your mind if he really thinks you're being treated unfairly. He won't force you of course, but he just thinks that you deserve so much better than some people at times and he just wants you to know your worth! He will always try his best to be patient and understanding if you clash with him, though.

The both of you really care for one another, so sometimes you might keep stresses private to "protect" the other, but over time you both learn to be more open with each other and learning to share burdens equally becomes a meaningful lesson, and helps your bond to grow even deeper.

Overall, the two of you have a very fun relationship, and you're always his favorite addition to his not-so-little hideout! And while Ekko is under a lot of stress, having you there with him helps him to remember to smile everyday and he hopes he does the same for you, since your smile is his favorite.

Thank you again for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[chaoticsweettooth]

doing this cuz i love interacting lol <3

1.the show; saw the ineffables trending on tumblr one fortunate night and got hooked on to the show

2. The love; im not talking about just a/c but the fanfics and arts surrounding the show! the sheer amount of talent and effort BLEW me away

3. I havent

4. I have! Aziraphales sass and Crowleys banters have me in love!

5.I havent

6. Im coming back. I wont leave you on your own (Crowley) (swooning)

7. Angel Crowley/Azi scene (the sheer innocence in both of them pulls a chuckle out of me)

8. Crowley; i love all of them and it does tend to fluctuate but his pathetic energy is something i love with my whole soul

9.Foodie paired with a nerdy soul ; Food is the easiest way to my soul and i LOVE reading (fanfics novels cookbooks anything) <3

10.Constantly anxious; i know azi tends to be more nervous but i relate to crowley's anxiousness more. always running , never settling in one place

11. I have a feeling people view me as Nina; sarcastic but i care, you just have to dig deep (also i love coffee)

12. Eric the disposable demon (his name is a clue in itself lol)

13. Pepper; the pragmatism from such a young kid sometimes shocks me in a pleasant way

14. Job; that man was in DISTRESS, i found his suffering funny

15. Crowley; hes such a wild card character i love him

16. i have 0 clue who that is oops

17. dont get me wrong, human. To be held by a leash like that does NOT appeal to me. id rather make mistakes and learn than suffer consequences.

18.depends, if ur aiming for cosy ,yes. else no. if its on aziraphale, consider me crowley.

19. The blitz; good lord the tensions had me S W E A T I N G also cute

20. Mesopotamia hair on TOP, she looked good

21. S1 Ritz ending, THEY LOOKED ENAMOURED SMITTEN LOVESICK dies

22. hot

23. bitchy aziraphale (MAINLY THAT SCENE WITH SHAX IN THE BENTLEY)

24. i wouldnt, i quite like it down here :)

25. live in storybooks without changing my current timeline or self, id LOVE to experience the adventures they had

26. Absolutely

27. I do love the sleek black look, but the yellow sentiment is adorable

28. to empty wallets, the ritz will have surely drained all my savings

29. maybe a sip, might die, yolo

30. READ; all of them have me salivating with respect

31. cant draw :(

34. YES!! met a handful of lovely people!! all of them talented and beautiful <3

35. 600 ; it will get worse, getting there lol

36.no; my life on tumblr will forever be hidden

37. someone will love you regardless of the mistakes u make , theyll love you for who you are at your core. theyll always have ur back no matter how abandoned you think you are

38. seaside facing; oh to swim in the sea whenever i want (darn u city)

39. yes, these idiots mustve done something. theres no way its just that simple AND they are QUITE clever ( we dont give them enough credit sometimes)

40. ID RATHER DIE THAN PICK A SIDE (i love both of them similar to how they love each other ARGHHHH)

Good Omens Ask Game

Okay so my head is in a bad place and I wanted some distractions, so I created this silly little ask game specifically for my beloved ineffable fandom. I hope you all enjoy 🤗

Here we go......

1. Did you come to Good Omens via the book or the show?

2. What was it that drew you to Good Omens, and what was it that sucked you into the fandom?

3. Have you listened to the audio book, and if so, what did you think of it?

4. Have you listened to the radio play, and if so, what did you think of it?

5. Have you seen the Good Omens Musical (or clips from it), and if so, what did you think of it?

6. What is your favourite line from the show/book?

7. Which scene from Good Omens never fails to make you laugh?

8. Who is your favourite character and why?

9. What traits do you share with Aziraphale?

10. What traits do you share with Crowley?

11. Which character do you think you are most like?

12. Which character do you feel is underrated?

13. Who is your favourite background character from S1?

14. Who is your favourite background character from S2?

15. If you could be besties with anyone from the Good Omens universe, who would it be?

16. What would RP Tyler's main gripe about you be?

17. Would you rather be an angel or a demon?

18. Is tartan stylish?

19. What's your favourite minisode, and why?

20. In your opinion, which of Crowley's outfits and/or hairstyle are superior to the rest?

21. At which point did you realise Good Omens was a love story?

22. Bildad The Shuhite: hot or not?

23. What's your favourite quintessential Aziraphale moment from the series?

24. Who would you choose to run off to Alpha Centauri with?

25. If you were granted the ability to perform one miracle, what would it be?

26. Do you need an Eccles cake right now?

27. Yellow or black Bentley?

28. If you were at the Ritz with a companion of your choice, what would you toast to?

29. Would you drink six shots of espresso in a big cup?

30. Have you read/written Good Omens fanfiction?

31. Have you drawn any Good Omens fanart?

34. Have you made connections with other people in the Good Omens fandom, here or elsewhere?

35. On a scale of 1 to 666, how bad is your GO brainrot?

36. Do people irl know how much you love Good Omens?

37. What does Good Omens mean to you?

38. What would your ideal South Downs cottage be like?

39. Do you think there's more to the Final Fifteen than we saw?

And, finally:

40. Aziraphale or Crowley?

[yellowfingcr]

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

❤️ Do they fall in love easily?

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?

my muse in a relationship / accepting!

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

// answered here!

❤️ Do they fall in love easily?

// the short answer is: not really! the unnecessarily longer answer is that she has appreciation and affection to offer in spades, and small crushes aren’t uncommon at all for her. little flights of feeling, tiny windows of time in which there is some sentiment bubbling quietly underneath for someone- those situations can happen to heysel easily, and, conventionally, flutter a little in the dark of her unspokenness before fizzling out. she’s traveled much, met countless upon countless types of people, and it’s only normal that for some she’d develop a thought or two more. that being said, crushes to heysel are usually just that. it’s about something the desire for a warmth a few degrees more intimate than a friendship; maybe wishing to press her lips to theirs, once; it most certainly isn’t about building anything further than that, and plans for no higher risk than that. love, on the other side, is a thing tremendous to heysel. for her it develops pretty much exclusively out of a cherished friendship, across long months of understanding and admiration and pining; it plants its roots upon deep respect- and we already tread on treacherous territory, because heysel respects so very little- and feeds itself with awe. if heysel is in love with you then she has the utter conviction you are someone truly beyond words... and she will not tell you one solitary thing about it. in many aspects love is like religion to her and it is true both in its utter devotion and in its silence. you won’t have to saddle yourself with the awkwardness of rejecting her and the encumbrance that comes with knowing your friend feels more for you then you for her if you never know. everyone wins. unless, of course, the sentiment is intense enough to make her think it is causing problems between the two of you despite her best attempts, and then she will offer a confession in the form of an apology. she is very sorry, but, well, it appears she has fallen headfirst in love with you. surely this isn’t the first time you’re dealing with smitten folk, phenomenal sort that you are. think nothing of it. it will pass. 

📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family?

// sure, as long as her partner is of the same idea! if she’s dating you then you are her pride and joy, someone she is happy to be seen with and converse about, and she adores talking about what she and her beau are doing as a couple with friends and family. they are an important part of her life, after all. though, it never veers into excess; aside from the mandatory respect she has towards the fact that some things are to be kept strictly between the people involved, heysel loves gossip but loves to keep secrets more, and so there is a limit to how much she tends to share. you’re always free to ask, though! she does appreciate the curiosity!

[glambots]

Romantic headcanons about Sundrop, Moondrop, and Glamrock Freddy with gender neutral human reader?

🎩Glamrock-Freddy + Romantic HCs: 🎩

⭐No matter where you are in a crowd, he can always find you immediately. And the second he does, his whole face lights up, and he always gives you the biggest, happiest wave. It's equal parts adorable and embarrassing, because you just know you're both gonna get teased about it later. He's even done it while on stage! Monty has yet to let you live that one down.

⭐His favorite way to relax is sitting on the couch in his green room, with you in his lap. He doesn't mind what you do while you sit there: you can read, play games, whatever you'd like! He just likes holding you, arms wrapped around your waist with his head resting atop yours. He finds it even cuter when you fall asleep on him like that--until he realizes that he's trapped. (Well! This is his life now.)

⭐One of your favorite memories was the time you gave him a kiss on his nose and it made a squeaky-toy noise. And his ears were wiggling?? There are times when he can be so damn cute that it's dangerous. (Just know that you're the only person he'll let squeak his nose like that.) You two are so smitten with each other that it's downright sickening. Good!

☀️Sunnydrop + Romantic HCs:☀️

⭐His primary love language is 100% physical affection. He's always looking for excuses to touch you in whatever ways he can--giving you hugs, putting an arm around your shoulders or waist, holding your hand (he likes doing that cute arm-swingy thing), etc, etc. Sun doesn't care if you're in front of the kids, staff, whoever. He'll hang all over you if you let him! (And he'll pout if you don't.)

⭐He also really loves giving you gifts. Especially if it's something he's made himself. Friendship bracelets, drawings and paintings, hand-made cards--and if you ever made him anything? Let's just say, if he had the ability to cry, he'd be sobbing like a baby. He keeps every single thing you've ever given him safely tucked away in his room, in a spot where only he (and Moon) know about.

⭐Pet-names go straight to his heart. "Sunny," of course, is one of his personal favorites, but he absolutely melts when you call him things like: sweetheart, honey, baby, darling, etc, etc. His nicknames for you are more around the lines of: sun-shine/light/beam, dewdrop, and honeydew! They're cute, sappy, and (mostly) themed after himself. (Because it's more sentimental that way!)

🌙Moondrop + Romantic HCs:🌙

⭐The man is like a cat in that he likes to leave you gifts on your "doorstep" (i.e.: outside your office, on your desk, and other similar places). Mostly his own merch, because he's a possessive little shit, but also snacks, drinks, medicine--anything he thinks you might like or want. After all, he keeps watch over you, so he knows when and what you might be in need of.

⭐Cuddling is very rare, but once you manage to wrangle him into it, he's not letting you go, no matter how badly you have to pee. He'll wrap his whole body around you, tangling his legs with yours and carding his fingers through your hair while he hums lullabies. The amount of times you've fallen asleep like that is...a little embarrassing. But it's really hard not to, when he makes it so easy!

⭐He's got a low-key high-key weakness for listening to your heart-beat. Something about the sound of it is just so...soothing to him. A little reminder that you're actually there with him, and not just a figment of his imagination, or some sort of dream. That, and he thinks the way your pulse flutters whenever he so much as looks at you is adorable. Such a precious little thing~...

[writinginstardust]

Lessons in Love

Pairing:  Kaliis Gilwraeth x Aurora Jie-Lin O’Malley

Request: anon asked for prompt 137 - do you know how beautiful you are? - from the prompt list I made

Warnings: me not having written in like 2 years, completely random and inaccurate Syldrathi

A/N: Who thought I’d actually ever get anything written again? I sure didn’t, but here we are! I’m not ‘back’ or anything but I randomly felt the urge to finally finish this after starting it months ago so hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 910

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"Aurora?" Kal's voice was distant, familiar and comfortable but muffled to her distracted senses. She should have been paying attention - she was the one who'd asked for these 'lessons' after all, but her focus was being pulled away. She was studying his soft lips while he spoke, transfixed at how they formed the unfamiliar Syldrathi words. They had a melody that Auri had always loved, especially in Kal's voice and when he'd whisper soft sentiments he'd never translate just to tease. They made her heart flutter every damn time.

"Aurora." Still nothing. Kal smiled a little at the dreamy look in Auri's eyes, realising her mind had wandered somewhere. Auri, for her part, was indulging in a memory of that sweet smile pressing messily against her own last night when they'd snuck out of that fancy party and hid away in a closet just for a little privacy. She'd felt like a proper teenager for the first time in forever and the ridiculousness of it after everything had her in fits of elated giggles. Kal's smile had been brighter then, Auri's own carefree joy utterly contagious, but the one she’d zoned out staring at now was no less beautiful. There was nothing less than perfect about him to her smitten heart.

"Be'shmai, have you heard a word I've said?" Kal chuckled as Aurora's eyes cleared just a little and she shook her head, biting her lip in a failed attempt to suppress her grin. Guilty but not in the least bit apologetic. Kal merely sighed, his voice laced with exasperated affection.

"You have to pay attention if you wish to learn."

"Easier said than done."

"How so?"

“Kal, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s quite distracting.” Colour rose in Kal's cheeks at the compliment and a wicked edge slipped into Auri's grin. It was exceptionally pleasing to fluster her usually calm and composed warrior and Auri had gotten incredibly good at it. "Please, continue. I promise I'll be good and pay attention." Doubtful. And they both knew it. Kal had an idea that might encourage her to focus a little better though.

"Okay, well, is there anything, in particular, you wish to learn?" Auri thought for a moment before remembering a few phrases she'd heard from him several times before. Phrases he'd always blushed at and refused to translate whenever she brought them up. Kal almost choked when she asked about the first of them. She'd been able to take some educated guesses on the meaning since Kal only uttered it in very private moments but she wanted to know.

After several long moments, while Kal gathered his composure and Auri stayed silent, offering no out on him answering, it was her turn to be the flustered one. Kal had decided it was rather unfair to be the only one teased and flustered and quite easily got his own back by swallowing his embarrassment and answering her query. Turned out the words he'd groaned in her ear all those times were surprisingly filthy, adoring beyond belief but absolutely filthy.

Auri sat still, wide-eyed, and flushed in front of him and any embarrassment from admitting the things he'd said in those vulnerable out-of-control moments was quickly washed away at her reaction. Eventually, her eyes cleared once again and she gazed up at him, still a little astounded. Kal decided to press his advantage a little. It was rare for the tables to turn like this after all.

"Anything else you would like me to teach you?" Auri's eyes darkened a fraction and Kal felt his face heating again a little as he realised how suggestive that had sounded. She didn't bother acknowledging it though and simply asked about some of the other things he'd whispered to her in the dark. Some of them were filthy but others so sweet and adoring that Auri swore her heart stopped. Kal answered all her queries with only minor hesitations while a blush raged on his cheeks until Auri was finally satisfied, her memory of Kal's sweet Syldrathi nothings running dry.

"Are you content now, Be'shmai?" Kal asked with an attempted teasing smirk.

"For now- oh!" Auri's eyes lit up at another memory before frowning as she struggled over the words. "ish'la ambres'dai siy Syldra ai'mlent esk somi'sal da'ir selai reis mani'shai."

Kal's pause was much longer and deliberative than before and Auri sat quietly as she watched until finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

"It does not translate perfectly, but it roughly means: my love forged eternal by Syldra's light I lay before you, my heart and soul forever bound at your mercy. It's the promise we make when we commit ourselves to our life-love." At Auri's dumbstruck look, worry slipped into Kal's expression and he quickly continued. "You do not have to accept the commitment, I do not wish to pressure you for anything, it is simply the most honest way of explaining the way I feel about you and-"

Auri's lips against his own abruptly cut off his words and he relaxed into the sweet but brief touch before you pulled back a fraction to speak.

"ish'la ambres'dai siy Syldra ai'mlent esk somi'sal da'ir selai reis mani'shai." She stumbled over the words but the message was clear enough and Kal stilled as he opened his eyes to meet her adoring gaze. "I love you, Legolas," her sweet smile took on a hint of impishness. "'Til the stars burn out."

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Tag Lists: (Hope you guys are still wanting to be included)

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