#but they are so gross together like the pda and the subtle (can i even call them subtle) comments about their sex life that no one wants

[eggmeralda]

long vent about my annoying friend i guess lol

my housemate keeps bringing his girlfriend to stay overnight even though me and our other housemate have told him multiple times we don't like other people being round the house Every Single Night bc we literally live here and don't wanna have to share a house with more people than we signed up for (dgmw we both really get along with his girlfriend but like she lives a 20 minute walk away so it's not like she has nowhere else to go? and we have no problem with people staying round just not when it's Every Day) and he apparently understood but I guess he didn't, and then I asked him like 3 separate times just for one night can he not have her round bc my sister's coming to stay (For Just One Night) and he seemed to understand. and then brought her round anyway but seemed like he was hiding her in his room and it's like if she's here she might as well come in then? and now she probably thinks she wasn't allowed to join the conversation and probably doesn't like me anymore but anyway

[shangchiswife]

dating aragorn headcanons!

hi guys this is the first time in a while that i've written something so i hope that you enjoy. i just recently rewatched lord of the rings and i'm obsessed with aragorn again so here are some headcanons!

aragorn x gn!reader

Aragorn is the biggest gentleman ever. You basically won the lottery when you started dating him.

The lyrics “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman” are about him 100%. Taylor Swift you are not slick at all.

Do not be fooled by his rugged looks, this man is the biggest romantic. He will plan the most romantic dates for the two of you even when he’s busy trying to be King. Even when he’s busy with his kingly duties he will still find a way to shower you with affection. Whether it’s leaving little love notes on your nightstand or bringing you a flower bouquet, he always wants you to make sure that you know that he’s thinking about you.

Aragorn’s love language is through acts of service. He wants to do everything for you. You are his first priority. You’re not feeling well? He’ll drop everything in his schedule to make sure you’re alright. Your weapons aren’t clean? He’ll clean them no problem. You’re cold? Bro will gladly take off his shirt and give it to you so that you’re not cold anymore.

When you guys were trekking through Middle Earth this man made sure that you got as much rest as possible

“Aragorn it’s my turn to take watch” you had said, rubbing your eyes with exhaustion. He walked over to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “You’re still tired, rest, sweet one, I’ll take care of it.” “But-” “No buts,” he said as he pushed you down gently. “Alright well I’m taking your shift tomorrow night,” you grumbled as you put your head in his lap and immediately fell asleep.

Let's just say he didn’t let you take the shift the next day.

He is soooo overprotective of you. He’s always been very protective over those he cares about but he’s especially protective over you since you’re his number one priority. Aragorn's actions are driven by genuine concern and love. He simply cannot bear the thought of losing those he holds dear and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe.

He’s the person who taught you how to fight. You were so embarrassingly bad at first but Aragorn never once made fun of you. He was patient even as you started getting annoyed with training. He was determined to make you a great fighter and it worked.

During the fellowship, you fought fearlessly alongside Aragorn and took down hundreds of orcs together. At one point, Merry even playfully called you guys a power couple because of how hard you both fought together, which made you both grin at each other.

You and Aragorn are basically the hobbits’ parents. They all love you so much and look up to you both with the utmost respect. You both admire them a lot too. Their loyalty and determination never fail to inspire both of you to keep going, even when things get tough and the future feels uncertain.

You’re also best friends with Gimli and Legolas. They have so much respect for you. They are also always trying to one-up each other when it comes to you so they can be your favorite. Spoiler alert you could never choose between them!

Gimli often pretends to be grossed out by displays of affection between you and Aragorn, and likes to tease the two of you with mock disgust. “Oh, just get a room already!” he’d say which would make you and Aragorn laugh. However, deep down, he secretly harbors a soft spot for romance and enjoys witnessing the love and affection between you two. He may grumble and groan about it on the surface, but in reality, he finds it heartwarming to see the bond you share and the happiness you bring each other. 

Aragorn isn’t really big on PDA but once you’re alone together, he's affectionate and attentive, making sure you feel cherished and cared for in every moment you share.

In public, he keeps it subtle with affection, but every now and then, he'll gently caress your palms or hold your hand, just enough to let you know he's there. It's his quiet way of showing love without drawing too much attention.

This man loves to give you forehead kisses. Whether you're feeling on top of the world or weighed down by the challenges of the day, Aragorn's forehead kisses are his way of saying that he’s always going to be there for you.

You often find yourself snuggled against his chest, your hand resting over his heart while his arm encircles you protectively. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, a soothing sensation that relaxes you. 

He also has the softest singing voice. It’s so pretty. He mostly sings old Elvish tunes but sometimes he’ll sing some songs in English.

You and Aragorn both share a love for animals, and you often find yourselves adopting stray creatures in need of a home. He's clearly a dog person through and through (I don't make the rules), but he has a soft spot for cats as well.

You love it when Aragorn tells you stories about his past. Whenever he starts recounting his adventures, you're all ears, completely mesmerized by his past. Secretly he loves your fascination with his stories and it fills him with a quiet sense of warmth.

You have a shared love for adventure and often find yourselves exploring new places together, whether it's hiking through scenic landscapes or just going around Gondor.

He is also the best listener. You tend to yap a lot but he does not seem to care at all. He will listen attentively, asking questions every so often, drinking in your every word. He always wants to make sure that you feel heard. 

Aragorn also dreams about starting a family with you. He's always imagined the joy of being a father and raising children together, but he'll only take that step if you're both on board and excited about it. Your comfort and readiness are his top priorities, and he wants nothing more than to embark on this adventure together, hand in hand.

[colossal-fallout]

[ Classified ]

The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

For your eyes only.

Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

[tomorrowxforever]

H-hello Denny ꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ ¿do you can write a reaction to txt when his girlfriend calls for the first time with pet names (honey bunny, sweetie, baby boy ect) please 🙏🏻?

Contains:  Saccharine fluff

Warnings: Cursing but when isn’t there any

A/N: This is mediocre at best so I apologize

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Yeonjun

Yeonjun is all for the pet names

A connoisseur if you will

He’s been calling you things like sweetheart and baby since before y’alls were in a relationship

And when you made it official it changed to him loudly calling you his sugar bear sweetie pie in public

So when you called him one for the first time he was ecstatic

It was just in passing, you had been watching tv and called him love bug without even thinking

So when he jumped out of his seat and started hugging and kissing you all over, you just sat there like ?

‘Scuse me sir?

But he was happy and giggling like a school girl so you just let him continue his attack

Soobin

Soobin also likes pet names, but he’s much more subtle with it than Yeonjun

He’ll call you small things, like baby or princess, nothing too over the top

When you called him something for the first time, he didn’t really know how to respond

But he was one hell of a happy camper

You had been having a pretty shitty week, so Soobin decided to surprise you by cleaning up your apartment while you were at work

When you got home to a spotless home and a smiley Soobin standing in your living room, you just about cried

He rushed over to where you stood and wrapped you up in his arms, whispering sweet words in your ear

You hugged him back and muttered a small, “Thank you honey bunny”

He was super giddy for the rest of the day

Beomgyu

Beomgyu is one of the ones who doesn’t really call you by a pet name per say, but he also refuses to call you by your actual name

You get the odd baby here and there, but it’s usually some variation of your name

The first him you called him by a pet name was during one of those times when you were messing with each other

He had come over to hang out, but you were busy doing homework so he was being, let’s say, a brat

He just would not leave you alone for five minutes

But you new if he new he was getting to you, he would just keep going

So, when he stole your glass of water, chugged the whole thing, then handed the glass back to you, the only logical thing to do was respond with sarcasm

“Ah, yes, thank you, sweetheart”

This triggered a war

“Any time, darling”

“You are being extremely helpful, my love”

“I know I am, peaches”

An on and on and on and on and-

Taehyun

Like Beomgyu, Taehyun doesn’t use pet names

He just thinks that they’re cliche and cringy and doesn’t really see a point in them

Why wouldn’t he just call you by your name?

So when you called him by a pet name he was like, ew

You had been over at the dorms, playing video games with Tae and Kai

By now, it was well past midnight and Kai had gone to bed, so you and your boyfriend sat up watching random shows until you felt like going to sleep

His head was in your lap and a blanket was pulled up over the two of you

He was almost asleep when you started whispering

“I love you so much, thank you for tolerating me, my love”

You though he was asleep

He wasn’t

“You’re gross, I love you too”

Huening Kai

Kai hasn’t called you by your actual name, like, ever

The day you started dating, he started calling you peaches and just hasn’t stopped

It’s the one form of pda he expresses freely

So when you called him a pet name for the first time, he practically melted

You were walking your dog together at the Han River

He was talking a million miles a minute about anything and everything, while you were just listening quietly

He stopped talking and you two walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence before you spoke up, suggesting you should go back to your house as it was getting dark

“Well, should we head back, baby boy?”

He squealed and did that cheesy pick up hug spin thing

And he didn’t let go of your hand the whole way back

[bitofthisandthat]

glad & lola for the ship meme :3

♥ SHIP QUESTIONARE

How did they first meet? Honestly, I forget. I think they literally bumped into each other on the street and he went full flirt mode.

Who felt romantic feelings first? I dunno. It was a tie of denial. But I think he faced it first.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? YEP THEY DID.

Who initiated their feelings first? Buh. Gladstone.

Who said “I love you” first? I....don’t remember.

Who gets jealous easily? They’re both pretty chill on the outside, but both are jealous asses on the inside. Glad is more vocal about it.

Who is more protective? Even, but in different ways. Glad is more subtle about protecting Lola because of her pride, but Lola is more overt about her protection.

Who remembers the little things? Gladstone.

Who talks about their feelings more? They avoid this crap unless at crisis levels.

Who uses the cheesier pickup lines? IT’S A CONTEST BETWEEN THEM.

What does a first date look like for them? It was a very innocent afternoon date at the ice cream parlor. Glad was a very patient gent for a long time.

What do they like to do together? They’re competitive braggarts, so anything they can do to show up other people or couples. But Glad also gets lazy, so it boils down to annoying everyone in their life and laughing about it later. Plus vacations.

Which one gets angry the most, leaving the other to calm them down? L-o-l-a

Do they like PDA? Ayep--mostly to annoy others. But as gross as they are, they do like holding hands.

What are their big spoon / little spoon arrangements? I think it depends on who had the more upsetting day, but Glad is pleased to be cuddled or be the cuddler equally, so it depends on Lola’s mood.

Does one like the cuddle more than the other? At first it was Glad, but as they got more serious and committed, it became Lola’s deal.

Who hogs the blankets? Gladstone all the way. Spoiiiiled.

Who’s more likely to initiate sex? That’s a big 50-50 there, they’re always on each other.

Who’s the kinkiest? I think Glad has Lola beat on this by a few things.

Who is the top and bottom in their sex life? Are they interchangeable? Extremely switchy couple. 

Who likes giving and who likes receiving oral? >_> It’s pretty tied but Glad is very talented and has a certain “advantage” that most people do not when he’s giving.

Can they last more than one round? Ohhhhh yeaahhhh. Horny freaks.

Which one is a morning person? Lola!!

Do either of them like to cook? Glad is pretty good at the quick gourmet, and thank goodness because Lola is not a gifted cook. 

If they get married, who proposes first? 😎 Glad did. 

What kind of wedding do they have? It starts out an extravagantly planned event, but both get stressed and bail and just elope.

Does anyone object to their relationship? Some of Lola’s WB peeps aren’t keen, but Glad’s fam was very accepting of Lola. More than they are of Gladstone XD

Do they have any kids? Not yet.

Do they have any pets? Pussyfoot the kitteh 

@hoopsheartthrob​

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Nancy Downs

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I was so torn between what to do for the meeting hcs so if you want Nancy having a crush on the new girl hcs or whatever else, I’d be glad to provide)

- First things first, Nancy doesn’t like you. She doesn’t even have a valid reason as to why, she just doesn’t.

- It’s obvious that she has some sort of vendetta against you but you can’t for the life of you figure out what you ever could have done to make her hate you so much. After a while, you just stop taking it personally because; even though she seems particularly bothered by you, Nancy hates everyone.

- It isn’t until you have a rather nasty rumor spread around the school about you that she decides to change her tune.

- Deep down, Nancy is a softie and one that has a surprising amount of empathy hidden inside her. She just so happens to hear what people are saying about you while walking to class and against her own will, her mind drifts painfully back to the time when she was the one they were talking about.

- The two of you share a class at the end of the day which is where she’s able to stare at you, taking note of your deflated form and the subtle red rings around your eyes. It’s in that moment that Nancy stops hating you.

- Suddenly, She’s ready to burn the world down for you but she settles for doing something nice for once instead.

- She stalks after you at the end of the period, catching up with you outside of the school as you begin to walk home. For a moment you think she’s going to mock you like everyone else; it would’ve been the perfect chance for her to do so, but to your surprise, she invites you to go get a coffee with her.

- Even though you really don’t feel like hanging out with anyone, you agree and let her lead the way. The two of you talk for a while, awkwardly at first but soon enough you begin to warm up to her. You confess to her about all that’s happened and what’s going on, partly out of desperation and partly out of not being able to hold it in any longer. She gives you some advice; in typical Nancy fashion, and it for some reason actually makes you feel better. 

- By the end of the day, you’ve lost all of your old friends yet gained a new, much more unusual one.

- Over time, the two of you grow closer and closer, hanging out more and more until you’re near inseparable. She introduces you to Rochelle and Bonny, and suddenly you have a whole new friend group with people you genuinely feel accept you. Your life is better than ever, and all it took was a little public humiliation!

- You’ll definitely have to be strange, alternative or weird in some regard for her to really fall for you. She just doesn’t really connect with people who aren’t and she certainly doesn’t fall in love with them.

- To be honest, Nancy was always a little attracted to you but she never had actual feelings for you, not until the two of you became friends. It’s then that she realizes how much she actually likes you and how perfectly the two of you fit together. After that, it isn’t long before she realizes she likes you a lot more than a normal friend should. 

- Now, Nancy has no shame but this is the 90s and she likes having you in her life so she has to play her cards right. It’s gonna take a little while for her to actually confess but the two of you wind up acting like you’re dating; or at least she treats you like you’re her girlfriend, long before you actually begin to date.

- She confesses her feelings to you a few months into your friendship. It’s a bit late in the afternoon, the suns begun to set and you’re sitting with her in the little clearing that the girls do rituals in. You’re busy sleepily basking in the warmth of the sun while she’s busy watching the yellow glow of it light up your face. 

“Hey y/n/n?” She calls out softly and you respond just as soft, your eyes still shut. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too Nancy.”

“No, no, I mean I love you.” She emphasizes the word and you roll over onto your stomach, looking over at her with a small smile.

“I know Nancy, …and I love you too.” Her face doesn’t change for a long moment but then a pleased smile spreads across it and she breaks your gaze to look out at the sunset like a weights been lifted off her shoulders. 

- The two of you shared your first kiss the same day she confessed her feelings to you. She was sleeping over at your house, the two of you sharing your bed like normal, the blankets pulled over both of you as your heads rested against your pillows. 

- You were both facing each other and talking a bit before going to bed when she slid closer to you and connected your lips. You stayed locked in a gentle kiss before you both pulled away, her lips moving to your forehead where she pecked your skin and whispered goodnight. 

- You woke up the next morning with a smile on your face and a weirdo girlfriend snuggled against you. 

- Pda? All the time. Her hands? On you. Her pride? Through the roof.

- People probably don’t realize you’re dating but suspect she’s a lesbian and gay for you. You’ve most likely been warned that she has “a weird thing” for you. 

- You’re like the only person she lets touch her. Whoever else tries to is on the receiving end of a grimace, glare or verbal beat down; unless it’s Bonnie or Rochelle. Occasionally, you’ll sneak up on her and she’ll turn on you with the fiercest glare before quickly dropping it once she realizes who you are. 

- Getting stolen gifts. You’re always a bit scared that she’ll get caught but you don’t have the heart to not accept them. 

- Walking with her arm wrapped around your shoulder. She pushes your heads together cutely before merrily dragging you along with her. 

- “I like a woman in uniform” ~ a direct quote from when she came to visit you at your lame fast food restaurant job. 

- Nicknames are used all the time. Sweetheart, hun, darling, baby love, doll face; you name it, she’s called you it.

- Beach dates. The two of you have probably gone skinny dipping in the ocean together.

- Bonfires. You may or may not share scary stories with each other like you’re on a camping trip.

- You need to get a leather jacket. No, no wait; she’ll get you one herself.

- Constant compliments but not the kind of compliments you’re probably thinking of. She doesn’t say normal shit like “you look beautiful” or “I like your hair”, instead, she’ll say something like “well look at you.” or just “hot.”.

- She’s probably pierced your ears or given you a stick and poke at some point; that’s just the kind of person she is.

- She would absolutely love cutting or dying your hair with you. Sitting in your bathroom and fucking yourselves up? Amazing. Life changing. Revolutionary.

- Letting her rant to you. Whether she needs to tell you about her craft not working or her home life, you always lend her an open ear. She returns the favor whenever she can. 

- She crashes at your place a lot; she never really wants to go home. The two of you are constantly having sleepovers with each other.

- Sneaking out to see each other. 

- Late night drives.

- Surprisingly gentle kisses. 

- Long makeout sessions. 

- Sitting outside with her while she smokes. 

- Coffee dates. She probably drinks exclusively strong black coffee and doesn't even wince at the taste, sipping it like it’s water. You’re slightly unnerved by the display.

-  Sharing sips from a stolen bottle of wine.

- Painting each others nails and doing each others makeup. 

- How you cuddle really just depends on the day. Sometimes you’ll be completely wrapped around each other, other times you’ll just be lying side by side and holding hands. 

- Thrifting together. What’s better than cheap, second hand alternative fashion?  

- She’ll call you a dork for doing something stereotypically girlfriendy and sweet but she’ll smile and accept whatever you’re doing while she says it. 

- She says “gross” jokingly whenever you compliment or do something affectionate with her. She’ll wipe her cheek like you have cooties after you’ve kissed it.

- Stifling a laugh whenever she makes a smartass remark.

- Making faces at each other. She sticks her tongue out at you or smiles exaggeratedly big a lot.

- Hickeys, love bites, and red lipstick smears. 

- She’s usually the more dominant one in your relationship but whew boy does she love sitting in your lap. She just plops herself right down on you whenever she feels like it without a single care in the world.

- Helping her relax when things aren't going her way. She has a tendency to keep quiet when somethings bothering her, letting her frustration build until she can hardly take it anymore.

- She’s always quick to stand up for you. She doesn’t let anyone belittle you and always interjects when she can see you’re trying to say something but no one’s listening to you. 

- The amount of times she gets in trouble for trying to talk to you in class is impressive. 

- Cutting class together. You’re almost sure that she’s determined to get you in trouble.

- She cannot stand being ignored so you’ll have to be fairly good at multitasking. If you’re hanging out and she has nothing to do then it won’t work out. She’ll artfully bother you until you give up and pay attention to her. Don't worry though, it doesn’t take much to satiate her. 

- That being said, when you both have something to busy yourselves with, you can just exist in the same room together for hours, barely saying a word to each other. Sometimes she’ll just sit and think about something while you do whatever you have to and that keeps her occupied enough. 

- She doesn't like when you act like whatever she did for you was amazing or something special. She gets mildly uncomfortable and tries to brush off your words of gratitude, telling you not to worry about it and that “it was nothing”. 

- You know how like midway into the movie she had a candy necklace or at least something that looked like a candy necklace? You were most likely the one to give it to her which explains why it’s pretty much the only colorful thing in her wardrobe. 

- Being a witch is objectively sort of Sapphic so being gay kinda just comes with the territory. The two of you most likely cast spells and do rituals together all the time.

- Nervously letting her perform rituals on you. Does she need to make a joke about sacrificing a virgin? No. Will she? Yes. 

- She’s pleasantly bothered by your younger siblings and/or pets; if you have any. They definitely exasperate her since they usually interrupt and harass you two, but deep down she’s fond of them. She likes to tease them and pretend to not like them while they giggle and smile at her. 

- One of the most jealous girls you’ll ever meet. She’ll either completely walk away from you and whoever is “flirting” with you or rudely interrupt whenever she pleases. Sometimes she’ll even “secretly” will something to happen to the person, causing them to leave you alone. She always gives you an “innocent” look once you turn to scold her.

- She’s definitely overprotective when it comes to you, almost ridiculously so. If something were to ever happen to you, she’d be out for blood and you’d undoubtedly have to wrestle her from exacting revenge in your honor.

- She’s fairly blunt and invasive yet tactful at the same time. She may ask you about an obviously sensitive topic but knows when to change the subject and shut up. 

- You’ve either gotten into a lot of fights during your relationship or little to none; there is no in-between. If you’re stubborn and stand your ground then you’ll butt heads and fight a lot. If you’re more of a submissive person who tries to appease people rather than argue, then you’ll most likely never go beyond her snapping at you for a minute. 

- She really doesn't know how to apologize so oftentimes you’ll just have to take her slightly shy “wanna go do x” after a fight as an apology. It’s easy to tell when you’re forgiven or when she feels guilty for her actions. 

- You may not expect her to say “I love you” all that much but she surprisingly says it a lot. It may sound more joking than sincere some of the time but she’ll still say the words just about every day. 

- There’s certainly a dark future ahead of her …but maybe you can change that?

[urstruly-ghst]

*clunches heart* much wholesome, need more. my day has been hectic and I finally got enough time to myself to ask for the next batch.

It’s time for Heartslabyul boys and their gentle giant~

AHHHH HEARTSLABYUL 😌💗

also sorry for the late responses guys ):, another TY FOR 98 FOLLOWERS SHDHNWNSSN

riddle rosehearts

He is a small tomato baby, so he was very flustered when you always greeted him while leaning down.

He huffs at the leaning down thing, he is small, he gets that a lot. But can you not,,, lean down? He gets it, you're tall.

But he was so happy when you ended up together as a couple, he was scared his pride got you to back away.

Riddle, admittedly, was new to romance, in every sense. Be it from man to woman, he was new and flustered as hell.

He always tries to keep PDA and all the other stuff private, especially the picking him up.

He is fine with all the picking him up, putting your head on his, the cooing. It was all fine, great even.

But keep it private.

He wants that professional look outside, and he doesn't want to hear Trappola teasing or Cater taking pictures.

Riddle always feels safe with you, in your arms, he feels safe and loved. He is also touch starved, change my mind.

He also feels so flustered when you compliment him, when you coo out he is the best boyfriend (he would return that compliment too), it makes him feel so elated.

All in all, Riddle and you? Couple goals.

trey clover

Well, Trey is a tall lad. Tall and somewhat fit. But he knows some can tower his height, but he was pleasantly surprised to see his underclassmen be taller than him

He at first didn't care much of it, after all, humans vary from gene to gene. He sometimes teases you, asking for some of your genetics.

Yet, once you two started dating, he noticed the height even more now. Not just the height, but your oh so sweet personality.

Trey laughed as he saw you approach him with grabby hands and snuggle him to you.

He particularly likes your chin on top of his, as it reminds him of being coddled or being childlike.

It felt oddly comforting, and with your cooing and sweet talk? He felt weak in the knees!

Unlike Riddle, he doesn't have much of a preference on the affection, he accepts any and all affection from you anytime.

He didn't care much about his image, he was pretty laid back, so no worries. Just don't smother.

Baking. Is. A. Must. You guys bond during his baking too, he likes that he can feel the way your arms snake onto his waist.

He would scold you if you tickled him, but he would just chuckle no matter what you do. He is so in love.

cater diamond

Pictures. Even before dating, he took side by side pictures of you, to show your height.

He likes the height differences, its cute and so aesthetic to him. The way your height towers him, perfect picture material!

Once you guys started dating, you guys had fun with the pictures. His favourite one was the chin on head while in front of a mirror, it showed your height differences well, and even your intimacy.

He adores the cuddling sessions, those are the times he avoids his phone, if he does have his phone he would put it down quickly.

Cater loves the cuddles as it felt so comfortable and so warm, its perfect for destressing from his phone.

Oh! And don't get me started on his absolute happiness, which is your cooing. He adores the cooing and brings it back to you, tenfold!

Riddle stared at this, and sometimes scolds Cater that these affections should be private, which you did follow... Somewhat

You still coo at him, but at a shorter period.

He loves the way words seem to just naturally relax him and make him feel mushy and gooey, it just makes him so in love.

Your sunshine personality and his clash at points, one has to tone down their own personality for one to shine.

Eccentric things happened when you picked up Cater, by that I mean, he always whines how you should always do it.

It was weird for a Freshman to just pick up their Senpai and go to their class, but Cater just revelled the attention you give him. Sometimes, he asks you to do it when he goes to somewhere remotely close.

He also takes selfies with you in the frame, posting it on Magicam. #BeingliftedbyBF, #Romantic, #GodIminlove

He likes your attention so better give it to him a lot.

deuce spade

He admits his height isn't that much, but he thought his height was somewhat okay compared to others.

Deuce just gawked when you strut in with that much of a height. Wow! You're so tall, what did you do to achieve such?

He has respect for you no matter what, but he can't help but feel jealousy at points when you effortlessly just do things in advantage to your height.

He also thinks your height is intimidating, so he sometimes just stay silent when with you.

When the two of you started dating, he still can't adjust to your bright personality, it was... Endearing but new to him.

New because he never had met such a sweet gentle guy like you, and endearing that you looked past his delinquent persona to just love him.

It was trial and error to get him used to you, even as a friend, but it was worth the journey! I mean, look at his smile!

Admittedly new to relationships, he can't handle simple affection with a straight face. He blushes or just hides into your chest.

He blushed and screeched into his pillow when you cooed and picked him up one day, he just felt a rollercoaster of emotions there.

Ace sticks out his tongue and tease you two, alongside Grim, because you guys are attracting bees and ants with your sweetness. Its gross, they would say.

But he never thought that you, a wonderful person like you, would stick up to him and stay by him.

In terms of affection, Deuce won't mind anything, but keep in mind that sometimes he doesn't like the PDA, simply because he knows won't focus on anything for an entire day if you do.

ace trappola

He teases you no matter what, your height might be tall, but who's to say he can't tease and toy with you a bit?

Absolutely one of the biggest ass you've encountered, but one of the sweetest things you can love.

Ace, being Ace, won't openly admit he is jealous of your height. But he would drop subtle hints that he wants your height.

Now, being in a relationship was not new to him, but never to a guy. He always envisioned himself as a straight man, but guess he was wrong when he fell for you.

Ace knows allll the moves for a girl, he was not sure on how to date you. But in the end, you somehow got him, rather than him getting you.

The cooing, Ace admits he loves it, but he teases you for being so in love with him. But don't you dare stop it, he loves it.

He prided himself on a lot of things, but his ego kinda deflates when you go and pick him up with no struggle.

Ace would never say it, but wow is he in love and he practically was silent for an entire day when you gazed down on him, in your strong arms.

He daydreamed it for weeks on end, each interaction between you two just was ingrained in his mind.

Admittedly, he loves the PDA, but could you save the cooing in private? He wants the words filled with so much affection just for him.

Overall, you won't be disappointed in pouring each affection with Ace.

[misc-headcanons]

Soifon, Yoruichi and Kisuke please sight touch and sound please SFW thanks! You

Soi Fon

Sight: She has a graceful way of moving, even when she's just walking somewhere with you or laying in bed. Her posture is also unique, since she's always ready for an attack from any direction. Even when she's "relaxing", her reflexes won't let her get too complacent or too comfortable. She tends not to smile much, but it isn't just because she has a reputation as the cold, efficient, ruthless captain of Squad 2. In reality, she just doesn't smile that often unless she's with someone she's close to (so basically, just you and Yoruichi-sama). Her smiles are always little, and more akin to a smirk, but they're always adorable.

Touch: She is VERY guarded and might actually flinch or grab your wrist when you first give her some PDA. Once she realizes you're trying to be affectionate, she does her best to not immediately go into defense mode when she feels a hand on her head or shoulder. Much like a proud loner cat, receiving affection from her is rare but VERY rewarding. She's a little bit awkward at first, since she hasn't done this in a long time; she may start by just putting a hand or a single finger on you and just...leave it there. She also doesn't want to surprise you (she can be deathly silent and feeling a hand out of literally nowhere can make her s/o jump), so she'll announce quietly whenever she wants to touch you.

"____."

"OH shit, who--Oh, hey Soi Fon."

"I am going to lovingly put my hand on your leg, and...possibly rest my head on your shoulder. Prepare yourself." 

Sound: She's used to listening more often than talking, but as your relationship progresses she opens up more and more. She'll vent her frustrations with inadequate work done by her subordinates, how Omaeda managed to annoy her today, ask if you can listen to her strategy to carry out an upcoming mission to see if there are any issues she missed, etc. She also gets more and more used to comforting you whenever you're upset, usually by offering to "eliminate" whoever's causing issues for you. Her voice is also noticeably warmer when she's talking to you or about you, but nobody's got the nerve to point it out to her except Yoruichi, who does it to tease Soi Fon--all in good fun, of course.

Yoruichi

Sight: Yoruichi's somehow able to look so energetic and yet so chill at the same time. It probably has something to do with how her posture can be so cat-like and relaxed while her face is usually pretty expressive. Even when she's in her humanoid form, the way she moves is, like Soi Fon, very graceful; but while Soi Fon has a steely/guarded edge to her, Yoruichi is relaxed and fluid with every step. 

Touch: Yoruichi is handsy; she's always got a hand on your shoulder, running her fingers through your hair, resting her head on you when she's bored. As long as you two aren't sparring or she's not feeling particularly...frisky...her touches are always gentle, and she loves casual PDA. When she's in her cat form, she likes to do figure-eights around your feet and crawl up to press her paws into your chest. And she loooves when you squish her toe beans.

Sound: Yoruichi's laugh is a raucous, hearty, and somehow pretty laugh. You'll hear it quite often, since she's a pretty carefree person unless she's in/talking about a serious and dire situation. There's always a cheeky little lilt in her voice that lets you know she's in the mood for some mischievous romantic teasing, and a softer, warmer tone when comforting you or telling you how much she loves you; it instantly makes you feel better when you hear her voice. 

Kisuke

Sight: Kisuke's always got a mischievous glint in his eye, even when he's being serious. You can almost see how his mind is working a thousand miles a minute, with a billion different things on his mind underneath the surface of whatever you're talking about. Whenever he's tired or just woken up, he gives you this sweet, sleepy little half-smile/smirk that you can't help but smile back at. 

Touch: Like Yoruichi, Kisuke enjoys casual PDA. He loves having an arm around your waist and will intentionally act more lovey-dovey if you two are around someone like Jinta or Ichigo who think it's gross and over-the-top: bunny kisses, a bunch of kisses on the cheek and lips, and even letting his hands wander to your butt until you swat it away and he gives you a cheeky grin. When you two are alone together, he's very tender when he touches you; he still can't believe he has someone as precious as you in his life, and he handles you like...well, a priceless treasure. He holds you close at night, lightly kissing your face and running his fingers through your hair as you two fall asleep.

Sound: Kisuke's voice has two modes to it: the one where you can tell he's lying through his teeth to someone, and the one where he's genuine. He's a man that's used to keeping so many secrets, and who's much more manipulative than he seems to be on the surface. Even if he loves you, it's hard for him to always be genuine around you at first--he HAS been hiding for almost a hundred years, after all. When you've been with him long enough, you can tell when he's hiding something; his voice has a higher lilt to it, and is a bit more breezy and...off, albeit in a VERY subtle way. It's something only a close friend like Yoruichi or an s/o can notice. 

[unohanadaydreams]

CHARACTER MATCHUP FOR @seireiteisins !!!

Thank you for being so patient, angel! This is my first commission posted now that I think it’s good enough lmaooo. I know this is going to throw you for a bit of a loop but hear me out—I’m right no matter what and Renji is your new King 😌

YOU’VE MATCHED WITH: RENJI ABARAI

Because of your inclination toward silence in unfamiliar company, it starts slow. He sees you in the peripheral sometimes but only catches you silent and attentive or rushing to finish work.

But, then you two get caught alone, jockeying for the same number of Hell Butterflies for your respective squads. One of his subordinates is fetching more so they’ll have enough for your order too.

Your first instinct is to flee, but you REALLY need the butterflies today. So to ease the tension bubbling in your chest, you crack a shitty joke. Half stunned and half genuinely amused, he barks with laughter and goads you for a few more. Did you just....make a pun about Captain Byakuya? Are you pinpointing his exact flavor of humor on the first try? Could your smile be any cuter? His life has been rocked. It might be the closest thing to love at first sight he’s ever experienced.

Renji starts seeking you out. He tries to be subtle—tries as well as he can—but he gets impatient and it feels less like pining and more like a game. Which feels gross. So he asks you out directly after a few awkward ‘coincidental’ hallway run ins, hoping for more jokes and less silent staring at him.

While he boils, you simmer on the surface. But Renji is persistent enough to dig under the hard protective film you’ve grown accustom to wearing. He takes your self deprecation in stride and learns where to lean in to the joke and where to disagree and reassure.

The work you make him put in to prove that he’s sincere in his interest and growing care for you is something he doesn’t even blink at. This man has been working for the approval and respect of other his whole life. He understands the need to guard yourself, as well.

So when you turn him down, but silently expect him to keep vying for your affection by bumping into you in hallways and roads between your respective divisions, he doesn’t disappoint. He’s a dog howling at the moon and he’ll keep singing until he can reach out and touch it.

Of course, everyone has their limit. It’s your apprehension to put a label on what he is to you, after numerous dates and giddy make out sessions, that pulls him to confront you in a real way. Renji isn’t some two bit asshole who’ll get bored of you or turn against you—he sees that person you are when you think everyone’s back is turned, the one who cares about the people you love and wants to spread joy and protect people from pain.

He sees you and he relates to your fear of being abandoned, of not being seen as good enough, and he loves all of you. He says it too, that he loves all of you, that you make him feel like a dirty rukongai rat running with something precious in his hands. That he wants to guard you and be adored by you in turn.

It’s a hard conversion that doesn’t happen at all once. Being vulnerable like that is tough and neither of you want to walk away feeling rejected or misunderstood. And, honestly, Renji is a great guy to learn to open up with. He is always striving to meet your point of view even if he gets frustrated, even if he feels he’ll never get there—Renji doesn’t give up. And your faux abusive style of affection and flirtation isn’t something he’s sensitive to either—it feels natural considering his rough life.

Renji also gushes to his friends ALL the time about you and is invested in you getting along with them. He wants to meet yours and is nervous when he does. To him, friends are the family you’ve chosen and the only ones he’s ever known. Renji likens it to meeting the parents, really.

Accompanying his deep rooted patience compatible with your slow to warm nature, he’s a true domestic God. Renji grew up having to fend for himself and therefore has had to learn as many life skills necessary to see him fed, clothed, and sheltered. He can sew your uniform when torn, cook up a daily bento for your lunch, or take care of repairs around the house—also looks fantastic in nothing but an apron. Renji also loves you so much he’ll pretend Alfredo every night is a delight. And insist on being your sous chef. You can be completely useless at making a good roux for your sauce together since he doesn’t know American dishes and you’re likely to burn the kitchen down on a good day.

Now, his inclination toward being touchy might cause friction at first when it comes to PDA. It’ll take some compromise on both sides. Renji can funnel his urges to lift you into tight bear hugs and give you a peck on the cheek in public into more platonic gestures. For example, ruffling your hair or squeezing your shoulder, but he would have a rough time adjusting to only linking arms. Plus you’re super cute when you kick at him and tell him to be less of a pervert in public when he tries something as tame as hugging you to his side.

Also, you’re really changing this mans’s life when you introduce him to video games. He couldn’t even afford a card deck growing up, so he looks like you just handed him a fat stack of money when you offer to teach him. He’s trash at moving the camera around with the controller, but his aim in FPS games aren’t bad. He is convinced, no matter what you say, that moving his controller in different directions helps him move faster and aim with more accuracy.

You also do the most chaotic thing known to man and introduce him to memes. You’re laughing until he orders custom Guy Fieri sunglasses and you’re forced to be seen in public with him. He starts taunting his captain with vine quotes and internet lingo, which makes up for it (at least a little bit).

You’re both rough edges covering kind souls. Both quick to get loud and excited or silent and serious. You both yearn for true acceptance and love. And not only does he knows the best tattoo place in the Seireitei when you go for your first one, but he’d also rather adopt kids from the rukongai than immediately expect you to grow a family.

[littlemisslol-fic]

All's fair in love and war. 

Heheh I had fun with this one! Today was inspired by my good friend Jigg who did a lot of absolutely hilarious drawings of Protective-Big-Brother-Eugene a month or so ago! I've always wanted to write something with that concept after she posted it, and bless I finally got my chance!! If you're not following her insta GO DO THAT YOU FOOL <3

@alistairwrites​ I had HELLA fun with this prompt today lmao

“You’re the love of my life.”

 “I know, you’re not very subtle.”

 There’s a pause, before Varian looks up from his book with an arched brow, waiting for Hugo to respond. Hugo, sitting on the other end of the couch, smiles with a sense of forced innocence. His feet twitch from their place on Varian’s lap; the smile grows more strained.

 “What’s your angle?” Varian asks, poking his nose back into his book. “Or, better question, what did you break?”

 “I’m heartbroken that you assume that of me! Goggles, please, how could you say that about me?”

 “Hugo.”

 “I want to mess with Rider.”

 Varian looks back up, noting the mischievous grin starting to split Hugo’s face. “Eugene?” He asks, “Why?”

 “Haven’t you seen him lately?” Hugo snickers, “Every time I get within three feet of you, he looks ready to burst a blood vessel.”

 Varian pauses to think, chewing on his lip. “Really?” He finally says, closing his book and tossing it onto a nearby table. “I didn’t notice…”

 And he hadn’t, not really. It had only been a few months since they’d come back from the library, hand in hand and ready to face the world together. Rapunzel had taken it well, but Eugene… well admittedly Eugene hadn’t taken the news of Varian dating an ex-associate of his with grace. The older man had very loudly demanded to know why Varian had to choose that one, as opposed to some nice, wholesome noble, but Varian hadn’t taken the bait. Because this one’s mine, he’d said to the man, and that had supposedly been the end of it.

 Supposedly.

 “Has he been saying things to you?” Varian asks, his tone dropping. “If he’s said something that wasn’t okay I can-”

 “No, no, nothing like that, Sweetcheeks.” Hugo’s hands fly up in a placating manner. “I just like to watch him get twitchy.”

 “Is that why you were hanging off of me after dinner last night?” Varian asks with a huff, thinking back to the sudden PDA of the night before. While Hugo was always one for contact, it had been excessive.

 “Testing the hypothesis.” Hugo nods, looking sage. Varian’s fully laughing now, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. He can see Hugo bite his lip to keep from laughing too, but the tears in his eyes make the room swirl.

 “And-” The giggles grow uncontrollable. “And what were the results? Did you write them down? Make me a chart and present your findings.”

 “The results were very promising.” Hugo finally breaks, his own laughs joining Varian. The blond stretches, moving his feet so he can lean closer to his boyfriend. Varian lets Hugo enter his space, leaning up for a chaste kiss. “And he really did pull some amazingly offended faces when I touched your ass-”

 “Okay, that’s enough of that!” Varian near screams, shoving Hugo’s pouting face away from him. “No, no more, you ruined it.”

 “But if I asked-”

 “What’s in it for me?”

 Hugo pauses, thinking. “I’ll proclaim my eternal love for you?” He offers, to which Varian rolls his eyes.

 “You already do that daily.”

 “What about taking the trash panda for a walk?”

 “Ruddiger hates you.”

 Hugo grits his teeth, jaw tensing. Varian perks, giggling again as Hugo spits out the next words. The blond knows exactly what will get Varian to agree, much as it’s going to cost him.

 “What if I cleaned the beakers for the next week?”

 “Make it two.” Varian’s crying with laughter again, refusing to look at his devastated boyfriend lest he break entirely.

 “One and a half.”

 Varian wipes at his eyes, nodding. “Deal,” He gasps between laugh, forcing the words out. “Deal, deal.”

 Hugo leans forwards with a groan, using Varian’s lap as a pillow. “You drive a hard bargain, sweetcheeks,” the blond moans dramatically. “But I guess that’s why I love you.”

 “Damn straight.” Varian snickers, leaning down to press a kiss to Hugo’s head. The blond’s face lights up at the contact, a small blush scattering across pale cheeks. Varian does it again, just to see that smile grow.

 “Now, how are we going to play this?”

 They start small.

 Testing the waters, as Hugo had called it. Small things here and there, nothing really unusual for the two of them, to be honest. A glance here, a touch there, a kiss that lasted just a smidge too long. Varian kept half an eye on Eugene, noting with delight that Hugo was, in fact, right. The older man’s face was constantly contorted into either disgust or rage every time Varian and Hugo got a little too close to each other, the man glaring at Hugo consistently when he thought Varian wasn’t looking.

 Hypothesis confirmed, they’d taken it up a notch.

 “You’re my everything,” Varian coos from his spot half-on-half-off of Hugo’s lap. “I love you more than life itself.”

 His boyfriend bites his lip to keep from laughing, reaching up to cup Varian’s face with both his hands. “You’re my sun and moon,” Hugo plays up the last few words with a kiss to Varian’s nose, nearly bursting out laughing when it scrunches.

 From the corner of his eye, Varian can see Eugene’s hands twitch.

 They’re in the library, Varian, Hugo, Eugene, and Rapunzel. The evil of the week had crawled out from under whatever rock it had been living beneath, and Rapunzel had asked for Varian’s help to try and stop it- but that didn’t stop the alchemist from seizing the chance to mess with his big brother. Multitasking was something he prides himself on, of course.

 Varian and Hugo snuggle close on an ornate chaise together, nearly plastered together in a way that makes Rapunzel squeal and Eugene rage.

 “Wanna tone down the PDA, goggles?” He grumps, flipping though a book roughly. “Go be gross somewhere else, if you’re not going to help-”

 “Oh, Eugene.” Rapunzel chastises from her perch on a nearby chair. “Just let them have their fun, they’re not hurting anyone.”

 “They’re hurting my soul.” Varian hears Eugene grumble to himself, and has to push a giggle into Hugo’s shoulder. The blond isn’t much better- and Hugo’s always been one to push the limits. Varian feels hands slip down from his face and onto his hips; the grip is still chaste, but solid as Hugo pulls him close and hooks his chin over Varian’s head.

 “You’re the light of my life,” Hugo proclaims, “My heart, my soul-”

 “I’ve loved you since the moment we met!” Varian pumps his words with drama, flinging his arms around Hugo’s shoulders and holding tight. “Since I laid eyes on you-”

 “You’re my everything.” Hugo… sounds a little more serious this time. Varian pauses, looking into somber, green eyes. “I owe you so much more than I can ever give.”

“I love you.” Varian says into Hugo’s shoulder, ignoring how Eugene makes a noise like an angry cat. “So much.”

 “I love you too,” Hugo murmurs. Varian feels a kiss pressed into the top of his head, sighing at the contact. Something in him warms; even if they’re just playing up the schmoopy garbage to annoy Eugene, it’s still nice to hear affirmations of love from his boyfriend.

 “Okay, that’s it!” Eugene shouts, slamming his book down. It startles everyone else in the room, all of them looking at the grumpy man. “Goggles, glasses, with me, c’mon.” He points an accusatory finger at the two on the couch before roughly pushing back from the table. He stalks deeper into the library, not looking back to see if they follow. Varian chances a glance towards Rapunzel, who only shrugs with a what can you do expression on her face.

 Varian sighs and gets up as well, holding out a hand to help Hugo up. “I think we might have pushed too far.” He mutters, gripping tightly to Hugo’s hand.

 “Nah,” Hugo grins, an easy, simple thing. “He’s just being a sourpuss.”

 Varian can’t help but snicker again, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, but it’s not going to matter when he stabs you.”

 “I will take my stabbing with grace if it means I get to stay with you.” Hugo simpers, his face twisted in an over-the-top pout. The shorter boy shoves him away with a laugh, turning down the row of shelves he’d seen Eugene disappear into.

 The man stands there, arms crossed, tapping his foot with a put-upon expression. Varian’s hand goes a little tight as it grips Hugo’s, just enough to give away his stress at the sight of how aggravated Eugene is. There’s an awkward silence for at least half a minute, the older man glaring at the two alchemists, who remain quiet.

 “Why are we here, exactly?” Hugo finally cracks the silence in half. Varian steps on his foot with a glare, shaking his head as Eugene’s face grows darker.

 “I need another book.” The man grumbles, “And I don’t trust you not to be weird while alone with Rapunzel.”

 “Eugene it’s not like that,” Varian sighs, “We’re just mess-”

 “Book. Please.” Eugene grunts, gesturing to a tall ladder on rolling wheels. It’s closest to Varian, so the youngest of the three rolls his eyes and drops Hugo’s hand, climbing up the ladder with a grumble that’s sounds suspiciously like stupid old man before he’s too far up to be heard anymore.

 And that’s when Eugene strikes.

 “Hands off of goggles, capiche?” The man jabs a finger into Hugo’s chest. “I know he likes you for now, but hands. Off.”

 “Or what?” Hugo challenges, delighting in how Eugene turns a wonderful shade of purple. “We both know you can’t do shit while Varian’s-”

 A sudden shriek cuts them off. Both their heads snap upwards just in time to watch Varian’s foot slip off the rung of the ladder, the boy dropping like a stone. Hugo’s got his arms out before he can think, lunging forwards-

 A body slams into his own-

 Eugene and Hugo, having slammed into each other when both had tried for a catch, tumble to the floor in a mess of limbs and shouted curses. Hugo feels a sudden pain flair up his side-

 Varian’s cry cuts off with a strangled noise as he falls directly on top of the two men tangled together on the floor. Hugo and Eugene shout as Varian’s weight hits them, both of them losing any sort of air they might have had in their lungs. The three lie together on the floor, groaning at the various aches and pains, breathing heavily. Varian’s the first to move, rolling off the pile with a small wince. Hugo’s up like a shot, borderline scrambling towards his boyfriend with barely contained worry.

“Shit- you good, goggles?” He stumbles over the words just like he stumbles over Eugene’s legs, pale hands flying up to cup Varian’s face. Varian nods quickly, his own hands reaching for Hugo’s shoulders.

“Fine, fine, I’m okay,” Varian says quickly, “Are you-”

 “I’m good,” Hugo sighs, “By the Maker, that was a hell of a drop, are you sure…?”

 A sudden groan from the floor has both boys looking towards Eugene, the man still lying prone on the hardwood.

 “I’m okay too,” The man says, not looking up from where his face is pressed into the floorboards. “Thanks for asking.”

 Varian has the heart to look sheepish, though Hugo just glares. Eugene doesn’t seem to want to move, even when Varian slinks closer to offer an olive branch in the form of a hand to help him up.

 “C’mon, Eugene.” Varian says, “We’ll stop, if it’s really a big enough deal-”

 Hugo makes an offended noise. Varian shoots him a look. Eugene grumbles, shaking his head.

 “Why, of all the eligible bachelors, did you pick that one?” He says, less asking Varian and more bemoaning the universe as a whole. Varian bites his lip to keep from laughing, offering a pat of consolation to Eugene’s shoulder.

 “Because I like that one.” Varian wheedles, “Just like Rapunzel likes you.”

 Eugene pauses. He finally turns his head, making a noise that sounds like a drawn out, whiney, ehhhhhhhhhhhh noise. Varian’s shoulders hitch in a laugh, the alchemist biting his knuckle. “That’s a low blow, kid.” The man grumbles, glaring at the boy without much fire.

 “But?” Oh, Varian’s enjoying this.

 “But I guess I can leave you and glasses alone- if you promise to tone down the gross lovey stuff.”

 “That can be arranged-” Varian agrees, just as Hugo butts in with a “I promise nothing.”

 Varian sighs, but smiles as Eugene takes his hand. A look at Hugo has the blond grabbing Eugene’s other arm, the two alchemists helping the older man to his feet.

 “You’re both heathens.” Eugene grumbles, fixing his hair with the pout. “And I hate you.”

 “The feeling’s mutual.” Hugo mutters. “And your hair’s thinning.”

 “Hi guys!” Rapunzel’s head pokes around the corner, a bright smile taking over. All of their spines go ramrod straight, the three of them snapping to attention. “Stop your lollygagging, we can’t keep waiting around!”

 When she disappears around the corner, they all slump with a sigh. “Can we put a pin in this?” Varian asks, following the princess. “You two can hate each other after the kingdom’s safe.”

 When he disappears around the corner, the two men glare at each other once more.

 “Truce?” Eugene asks through grit teeth.

 “For now.” Hugo replies, tense as a bowstring.

 For now would have to do.

[bronzeflower]

The Opposite of a Fake Relationship

Also on ao3

Chapter 1: The “Introduction”

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“The Flying Pigs commissioned me for a few major renovations to their headquarters. Looks like I’m gonna be seeing a lot more of you at work,” Victor informed. “Which means you’re gonna be all serious and authority-like.”

“I have a reputation to keep,” Arlo insisted, and Victor giggled and squished Arlo’s cheeks.

“Yeah, but the moment you look at me, you go all soft and adorable,” Victor’s point was proven immediately by Arlo looking at him with utter adoration. “Everyone’s gonna know we’re married the moment they see us together in any capacity.”

“They have more important things to worry about than my marital status.”

“Sure they do.” Victor gave Arlo a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later today if everything goes well. Make sure the kids get to school safe and on time.”

“Like they’d allow for us to be late by even a minute,” Arlo joked. “Remi has started to a big stickler about what time they actually arrive at school. She said, and I quote, ‘They have to be there at 7:40 at the latest otherwise they’ll die.’”

“She’s always been dramatic.”

“Dad! We’re going to be late!” Remi yelled. “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

“I’m coming!” Arlo responded. “Bye, darling.”

“Bye, bye,” Victor kissed Arlo again, and he smiled as he heard Sam complain about how school started at 8:00, so there was no way they were going to be late, with Remi reminding him that death would imminent if they were, so it was always best to be early to avoid even the possibility.

Victor didn’t know where Remi got the idea that she and her brother would die if they were even a minute late to school, but it got them out of bed in the morning, so he supposed it was an improvement on Remi and Sam refusing to even acknowledge the world when it was early.

After waving off his husband and kids, it was time for Victor to get to work. This was a big commission, and there were a lot of materials to gather.

Of course, the Flying Pigs would never dumb down on defense, so Victor ended up feeling like he was gathering materials for making reinforcements rather than an entire expansion to the building.

It took about a week for Victor to gather and craft all the materials he needed, even with the materials he already had, but he had finally done it, and, for that, he was glad.

Now, all that was left was bringing the materials over to the Flying Pigs to get started on the expansion.

Victor was giddy, excited to build and excited to see his husband at his workplace.

But, of course, Victor had to get through security first, which was stringent for good reason. Regardless, Victor managed to get in, and someone showed up to bring him to where he was building the expansion.

His name was Barin, and he was weirdly nervous, but he was generally friendly and pointed out things and people they came across.

“Th-that over there is Arlo,” Barin pointed towards where Arlo was training with other Flying Pigs members. “You’ve probably he-heard of him. He’s one of the strongest folks over, over here.”

“So are you going to introduce me?” Victor asked kind of as a joke, but Barin frantically nodded and awkwardly tried to get Arlo’s attention.

“Arlo, e-excuse me,” Barin had his arms out slightly, as if warding off anything that would try and hurt him.

A girl with long black hair that was set in a ponytail looked up from her stretches to glare towards Barin before turning her head towards Arlo.

“Arlo!” She barked. “There’s some new kid in here!”

Arlo looked over, and Victor grinned at him, waving hello.

“Y-yes, this is the builder who’s g-going to be working on the new expansion,” Barin explained. “So-sorry, I forgot your name. What was it again?”

“Victor! Victor of the Victory Workshop. It’s good to meet you,” Victor threw Arlo a wink, and he didn’t miss the way Arlo’s mouth turned up slightly.

“Arlo, member of the Flying Pigs.”

Victor and Arlo shook hands, and Victor gave Arlo a challenging grin.

“Barin over here was telling me how you were one of the strongest folks in this joint. Care to demonstrate?”

Barin looked absolutely mortified while the girl with the long ponytail let out a loud laugh.

“I like this kid! Name’s Aureall. Good to meet you.”

“I’ve got a least a decade on you, Aureall,” Victor pointed out, but Aureall didn’t really seem to care, so he focused his attention back on Arlo. “So, what do you say? How’s a sparring match between men?”

“Don’t you have an expansion to build?” Arlo said in what probably sounded like his usual serious voice to others, but Victor could detect the hint of amusement in there.

“Just one sparring match. One minute. No weapons,” Victor laid out their typical sparring rules. “I’ve got the time.”

“Are you sure? I don’t hold back, and I wouldn’t want to leave you incapable of doing your job,” Arlo teased, and Victor found himself laughing.

“Lucky for you, I don’t hold back either,” Victor got into a subtle fighting stance. “I’d be offended if you did.”

“A-Arlo! Pl-please don’t spar him!” Barin begged. “He’s just a builder-I-I doubt he can go up against you without getting hurt!”

“If you’re worried, I can spar you first,” Victor suggested. “I think you’re a lot stronger than you let on.”

“No sparring!” Barin demanded, and Aureall protested.

“I wanna see Arlo kick some nobody’s butt.”

“Don’t assume someone’s strength before you fight them,” Arlo advised. “That’s a good way to lose.”

“Does that mean you’ll accept?”

“Don’t hold back,” Arlo got into a fighting stance, and Victor’s grin turned manic.

“Like I’d ever.”

Victor was very familiar with Arlo’s moveset, and he wondered if it was obvious from watching them spar that he knew exactly when to move to avoid getting hit and where exactly to aim for to do the most damage.

Of course, the same could be said for Arlo, and it was a hard battle full of blocking and dodging and landing hits. Victor was pretty sure Arlo was trying even harder than usual in an attempt to look good in front of his coworkers.

However, in the end, Victor was merciless and managed to be victorious.

“Thanks for the sparring match!” Victor declared. “Maybe we could do a rematch sometime, but I’ve got work to do now. Hey, Barin, show me the rest of the way.”

Victor left, and Arlo couldn’t help but watch him as he left the area. It felt a little weird to say goodbye without exchanging at least one kiss, if not more, but, then again, this place wasn’t exactly the most appropriate area for PDA.

“Wow, in love already?” Aureall teased. “Didn’t strike you as a man who believed in love at first sight.”

“I don’t,” Arlo shook his head.

“That was an impressive battle,” Helene spoke up. “I kind of want to spar him myself now…”

“Me too!” Aureall agreed. “Next time he rears his head around here, I’m gonna beat him up so hard!”

“You sound like a school bully,” Helene said. “And besides, what makes you think that you can beat him? Even Arlo lost against him.”

“He only sparred Arlo!” Aureall claimed. “And weren’t you considering sparring him too? Why get into a fight that you’re so sure you’ll lose?”

“He had an interesting fighting style. I want to see it up close.”

“Why don’t you stop talking about him and get back to training?” Arlo interrupted, back to being serious.

“What, jealous?” Aureall joked, but she and Helene got back to work after a glare from Arlo.

Arlo and Victor talked about what happened that day when Arlo got back from work.

“We should probably tell them that we’re married,” Arlo suggested.

“But, consider this, it’s hilarious to make them think we’ve never met before,” Victor countered with a grin. “And it’s not like it’s interfering with anything.”

“I won’t deny that it’s amusing, but it is a little on the unethical side.”

“We can always just say that we wanted to stay professional in the workplace,” Victor pointed out. “You know, for when people do find out. But I wanna see how long it takes people to do so in the first place.”

“I guess it would be a good lesson in observation,” Arlo reasoned. “Alright. So what’s the plan?”

“We interact with each other relatively normally, with the exception that we will be keeping everything workplace appropriate.”

“Sparring me wasn’t exactly workplace appropriate.”

“Of course it is! It’s the Flying Pigs!”

“Aureall and Helene really want to spar you now,” Arlo mentioned, and Victor smiled.

“Tell them I’ll spar with them next time I see them. It’ll be on sight.”

“You should give them more warning than that.”

“Maybe, especially if we wanna keep up the idea that we don’t know each other outside of work.”

“Aureall already thinks that it was love at first sight.”

“Oh my god, that’s so funny,” Victor laughed. “But not that too far off. We pretty much got married as soon as we had the downtime. And now we’ve been married for, what? Almost ten years?”

“I think I lost count after the fifth year.”

“Honestly, me too,” Victor nodded. “But I don’t think I’ll ever forget how I fell for you.”

“Yeah, and how did you fall for me?” Arlo asked even though he almost certainly knew.

“When you asked me to join you in training for the Flying Pigs and had me run all around Portia for a week,” Victor started. “And you told me about your dream of joining the Flying Pigs, and that’s when I fell for you.”

“Liar,” Arlo poked Victor, and he laughed.

“You’re right, I fell for you when we were eating at the Round Table, and I made you laugh so hard that milk came out of your nose.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing we’re keeping our relationship from the Flying Pigs. You have to avoid telling that story to everyone you meet.”

“Oh my god, you’re right. Now I can’t decide what’s better - fooling everyone into thinking we’ve never met before or embarrassing the hell out of you with terrible stories. Whatever shall I do?”

“You can wait until people figure out we’re married.”

“You’re a genius, and I love you.”

“Love you too, darling.”

“Dad! I’m hungry!” Sam came clamoring in just as Arlo was leaning down for a kiss. “Ew. You’re being gross.”

Sam stuck his tongue out, and Victor let out a soft laugh as he pulled away from Arlo.

“Well, my dear and beloved child, what would you like for dinner?” Victor asked. “We’ve got the ingredients for seafood noodles or for bamboo papaya and seafood with rice.”

“Hmm,” Sam thought very seriously. “Noodles. Oh! And can we have some stewed mushrooms?”

“Of course!” Victor responded. “Would you like to help me prepare our meal? And ask your sister if she’d like to help as well.”

Sam nodded and left to go inform Remi of how it was time to start making dinner.

“Alright, babe, the children demand sacrifice, so I’ve got to go.”

“When are you gonna stop calling dinner sacrifice?”

“Never.”

Victor swept at Arlo’s leg to knock him slightly off balance and kissed him once Arlo was low enough.

“I regret you becoming friends with Sam and Remington,” Arlo stated when the kiss was over.

“They’re your friends too,” Victor responded. “But, anyway, the children are hungry, and they’ve got to eat, and so do we.”

“I’ll join you in cooking this time,” Arlo offered, and Victor smiled.

“Sure, we’ll have the whole family cooking together. Make sure Remi uses the knife safely. I’m gonna put Sam on stewing duty.”

Cooking dinner was generally chaotic, with Sam getting impatient often with waiting for the food to cook, Remi generally not have a great idea of knife safety, and Arlo simply not being all that great of a cook, but, in the end, they made something delicious, and they had a lovely dinner together.

[mydarlingvioletine]

“Getting Better at Being Romantic” - A Violetine Ficlet

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Pairing(s): Violet / Clementine, with some background Ruby / Aasim

                 Violet's never been one for those cutesy pet names.

She glanced over Ruby and Aasim’s heads to Clementine, who was also watching the new couple exchange some sappy lines. Clem met Violet's eyes and smiled shyly, the fire they were sitting around illuminating her soft features. Violet responded by pretending to gag at the overwhelmingly cute couple, to which Clem giggled.

           Ruby's head immediately turned to face Violet, her signature pout forming as she saw what Violet was doing.

        "What's the matter, Vi? Jealous of how cute we are?" Ruby asked, tilting her head and sending Aasim into a blushing fit.

"Pfft, no. Just kinda reminds me of how Marlon talks to Rosie." Violet snarkily replied, earning an angry "hey!" from Aasim. 

       Ruby rolled her eyes, cupping Aasim's embarrassed face in her hands. "You love something, you make damn sure it knows."

Clementine glanced at them, a thoughtful expression across her face. Her expression quickly shifted to a mischievous one, one that Violet was all too familiar with.

           Clementine stretched her arms out and yawned, a smirk on her face as she raised her arms over her head. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and raised an eyebrow at Violet.

"C'mon dear, we've got lookout duty in a bit." As soon as the word left her mouth, Louis perked up his head from his book, a huge annoying grin on his face.

          Violet blinked a bunch, face reddening as Ruby and Aasim joined in on the giggling. Clementine proudly looked at Violet's blushing face, easily spotted due to the warm light from the fire.

                   "Aw, Violet. Don't be mad, we can go on some cheesy double dates together!" Ruby chirped up, "Oh! Have you guys ever been to a drive-in? Man, I miss going to those. Every Saturday night, my dad would take us out to one. I'd sit up on top of the car roof and just watch whatever was on for hours. Didn't have to be PG. Hell, they didn't even have to be English. I loved 'em all. My big sis went on a couple dates there. Sat in the back of her pickup truck with blankets and pillows, and just snogged with her boyfriend..."

   Ruby continued to be engulfed in her memory, not even noticing that Violet had begun walking away, head low and one arm seemingly holding the other one to her side. Louis and Aasim wistfully recalled their own memories, giving Clementine enough cover to follow Violet without being noticed.

Violet sat down next to Rosie on the steps, one hand fidgeting with the bottom of her jacket, and the other gently petting the top of Rosie's head.

        "Hey, what's up?" Clementine sat next to her, leaning against her and snaking an arm around her to pet Rosie.

Violet looked up, gave a small smile and gently placed her hand on top of Clem's. "Nothing. It's just kinda weird."

                                                      "What is?"

        "It's just.. Uh.. I've never been on the receiving end of that cutesy shit. The PDA. It's weird." Violet quietly admitted, a stray piece of hair falling from behind her ear, casting a shadow helping to hide her awkwardness. 

             "Not even with Minnie?" Clem asked softly, to which Violet snorted and shook her head. 

    "Well, we've gotta get you used to that, honey bun." Clementine almost cringed herself from the sappiness of the title, but was taken aback by a blush covering Violet's face, which she then buried into Clem's sweater.

A squeaky muffled voice from Violet went "stop", but Clem could feel the smile through the thin, worn fabric. 

Clementine wrapped her other arm around her, pulling her into a close hug. Placing her chin on top of Violet's head, she looked over at Louis and Aasim listening to Ruby. "So... no pet names?" Clem whispered, locking eyes with Louis, who gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. At first, Louis had tried to be subtle about his support, but he was incapable of keeping his happiness to himself.

                                             "No pet names."

                                          "You don't like them."

         "I don't like them. Gross. Disgusting. I am absolutely repulsed." Violet's warm breath tickled Clementine's neck. A giggle escaped from her, which she quickly tried to smother, but it was too late.

       "Riiiiiight, okay." Clem sneered, glancing up to see Mitch and Willy descend from the tower and start heading towards them. "C'mon, it’s time."

Clementine stood up, watching as Violet scratched Rosie's head, getting a slobbery lick on the face from Rosie as thanks. Violet immediately reeled back, grabbing at the handkerchief that her grandmother had given her, and tried to wipe the slobber off her face. 

                                       “Gross... Gross! Bleh.”

              “Vi, I’ve watched you smear walker guts all over yourself. Rosie kisses are a gift that one must accept with open arms.” Clementine giggled as Violet threw the soggy handkerchief over her shoulder.

“You let her slobber all over you then.” Violet retorted, trying and failing to tug Clem towards the source of the slobber. “Come on, I’m sure she’s a better kisser than you are.”

                                            “Oh, yeah?”

                                                “Yeah.”

“Your turn, dorks.” Mitch greeted, crossing his arms and looking down at the two. “Make sure you take breaks when you’re smooching up there. At least actually do your job for... I don’t know.. 10 minutes out of your 4 hour shift?”

       Clem snorted, as Violet ignored Mitch and kept petting Rosie. "Shut up, dummy." Clementine elbowed Mitch, while Willy giggled uncontrollably.

  Clem rolled her eyes and ducked down to whisper to Violet. "Let's go, sweetie."

Violet immediately sprung up, startling Rosie. "You motherfuc-"

           "Swear!" AJ shouted at the top of his lungs from across the courtyard, pretty much deafening Tenn beside him.

       Violet lunged after her girlfriend, but she narrowly escaped her grasp, smiling wider than Violet had ever seen her.

                                      Violet does not like pet names.

        It was around 3 in the morning when Omar rushed inside to tell everyone about the herd of walkers making their way towards the gate. Clementine, tired and disheveled, stumbled out the door and into the front yard, almost tripping over Rosie.

"About time you got up." Violet giggled at the sight of bed-head and droopy-eyed Clementine, her weapon of choice slung over her shoulder. "Full of energy, my ass."

          The playful flirting was interrupted by the loud screech of the gates being pushed open by Marlon. "Let's get this shit over with so we can all go back to sleep," Marlon grumbled, picking up his bow. "Clem, you're with me, Aasim, and Brody. While Vi and Lou protect the gates and take out the ones in the front, we're going to make our way behind them and start slicing through them. Y'know, sandwich style."

Violet shot a worried glance towards Clementine, then reached out to grab her hand. She was always taken aback by how soft Clementine's hands were, despite everything. "Be careful, okay?"

         "I'll be alright. See you in a bit, babe." Clem grinned and quickly kissed Violet’s cheek. By the time Violet had time to register the interaction, Clem had disappeared into the herd with Marlon. Violet shook her head, keeping her eyes on the walkers ahead of her so she wouldn’t have to face Louis and his big dumb grin.

                                                        “Don’t.”

                                                                  “Wouldn’t dream of it, Vi.”

“How does Rosie know to look into our eyes? D’you think she knows the function of our eyes and can connect it with her own? I haven’t seen her ever look in a mirror. That’s weird.”

               “Clementine. I have patrol duty first thing in the morning. Please, for the love of Omar’s cooking, let me go back to sleep.” Violet groaned, wrapping the pillow around her head to try and drown out her girlfriend’s 2 AM discoveries.

                      “Mmm, I can’t sleep either.” Violet heard the clunk of two feet hitting the floor, then softly walking towards her. “There’s a draft above my bed. Scooch over.” Violet sighed, lifting her sheets so Clem could slide next to her. Clementine was warm as hell, but Violet didn’t say anything. Clem was like her own personal space heater, which was helpful for nights like this one.

Violet buried her face into the back of Clem’s hair, dropping the ‘I’m annoyed’ facade to cuddle her girlfriend. Sleepovers between the two had become a much more common occurrence lately, since Tenn and AJ insisted on sleeping in the same room to draw and play action figures until they passed out when they both had the next morning free. 

        Happy with her victory, Clementine relaxed her muscles, practically melting into her girlfriend’s arms. The gentle happy humming coming from Clem was enough to make Violet forget all about her morning shift, only a couple hours away.

Clem’s soft, sleepy voice broke the silence.

                                                   “G’night, Vi.”

Violet squeezed her arms around Clem’s waist, earning a happy squeak from her girlfriend. Violet didn’t consider herself a sentimental type, but damn, something about Clementine stirred something new in her. Kinda like gratefulness, but kinda not. It was moments like these where Violet just imagined that Clem was the only thing in this world. That nothing existed outside that door. No walkers. No murder-hungry ex girlfriends. No danger. No morning patrols. Nothing that could ever take Clementine away from her. She was absolutely head over heels and love for the dork in her arms who licked salt lamps when she thought nobody was watching.

                                           “Goodnight, beautiful.”

As soon as the word left Violet’s mouth, she wrenched her arm out from under Clem and cupped it over her mouth, as if she could shove the word back in. 

Too late.

Clementine gave an exaggerated gasp, sat up and turned quickly to face Violet, a dorky smile on her face that almost rivaled Louis’. A rush of heat crossed Violet’s face, as her girlfriend beamed down at her.

                                           “Heard that!”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Violet retorted, throwing the blankets over her face to hide her blush. “Go back to sleep.”

Clem snorted, lowering herself to plant a kiss on Violet’s exposed forehead. “Whatever, dork.” She lifted the cover over herself to push up against Violet, placing her hand across her chest.

                            Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

“Don’t even think about telling Ruby.” Violet whispered, placing her hand atop Clementine’s. When Clementine didn’t immediately reply and resumed her low humming, Violet squeezed her hand. “Please? I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

                                                                      “Wouldn’t dream of it, Vi.”

[theteapotofdoom]

Blease!!! give some soft shigadabi HC maybe ??? 0 w 0

Yeeeeees!!! Of course!!! You can ask for shigadabi anytime, I will always be down for that!!!

Tomura and Dabi both had a lot of insomnias, and that’s actually how they got closer. Because of nightmares, depression, and anxiety, it used to be hard to sleep and they would accidentally meet up at the bar for a midnight drink. The first three times it was a little awkward, but they’ve grown to LOVE these short intimate moments. Everything around them was soft, tamed and quiet. They just spoke softly to each other, and sometimes not at all, the other’s presence was enough. It was easier to be vulnerable and open when it was just the two of them. It’s through those sleepless nights that their feeling blossomed.

Even before they got together, Dabi and Tomura were always especially attentive to what made the other laugh. Everytime time he laughed at something, Tomura would always look for Dabi to see if he was laughing too. And every time Tomura laughed, Dabi would almost snap his neck to look at what had made him laugh. And also to see how cute he was when smiling.

The first time they kiss, literally none of them knows how it happened. The need to so was just building up more and more every day, to the point when being near each other was almost unbearable. And so it just happened. They were just walking in the corridor together, shoulders brushing, and suddenly Tomura was pinned against the wall, mouth open and eyes closed as Dabi kissed him. It was a little messy and all over the place but it was beautiful. They kissed for a while, stopped, look at each other, smiled and kissed again. There was no drama, no stress, no anxiety, it was just the easiest thing in the world.

They actually tried to keep their relationship secret for a while but … oh boy. What a spectacular failure. They actually thought they were very subtle and sneaky about it, holding hands under the table, kissing everytime someone left the room, tender looks across the room … But of course, the LOV isn’t stupid. They noticed Tomura’s neck covered in hickeys literally every day, they heard them giggling like idiots in the morning before going down the stairs … and let’s just say that Dabi’s looks across the room weren’t exactly subtle (he literally bit his lips every time Tomura looked at him). The LOV still pretends to be shocked when they finally announce it.

They’re just … super gross. Like they PDA is off the chart, they’re always very touchy with each other, always kissing and holding hands. They actually make little distress noises when they’re apart for too long. They also love to cuddle because Dabi is very warm and Tomura is always cold. Tomura also quickly begins to wear Dabi’s clothes, and his white t-shirt looks like a dress on him. No matter how many times he does it, Dabi always has a heart attack because it’s so cute and sexy at the same time.

NECK KISSES!!! ALL THE TIME!!! ALL DAY, EVERY DAY!!! Dabi’s face is always buried in the crook of Tomura’s neck, either for butterfly kisses, open mouth kisses, licks, and even bites. Tomura always giggles a little because he is very ticklish, and Dabi is just so whipped for him holy shit.

Everytime something relatively worrying happens, Dabi’s first reflex is always to pick up Tomura in his arms and run to safety. No matter how small it is, he grabs the boyfriend and runs.

Here are some things that quickly came to mind!!! Let me know if you wanted more of something specific!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

[jaynutter69]

Caught part two

"You know, we agreed to tell everyone like a week ago right?" Peter said. Currently both Tony and him were sitting on the couch. Star wars empire strikes back playing on the tv.

Peters back was pressed against Tonys chest. His head titled and laying on his shoulder. The older man arms wrapped around Peters stomach.

Peter traced small patterns into Tonys thigh, shapes and letters.

"Mh." Which was Peters green light to continue.

"I want to tell aunt May," the shapes and letters stopped. Peter waited for Tonys response. When none came Peter grew tense.

Finally after a minute Tony sighed. He raised one arm from it position wrapped around the young male, and tangled his fingers in Peters hair.

"Alright," he replied. "Just." He cut himself off. When he didn't continue Peter sat up. Turning around to be faceing towards the billionaire. Placing a palm on his cheek. Tony wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Hey look at me. What is it?"

Tony closed his eyes, breathed deeply and looked at him. Peter saw anguish on Tonys face. Reaching up the man placed his hand on Peters. Rubbing his thumb across smooth skin.

"Just please no matter what anyone says. Please stay."

Peter gave a small smile. "Of course I'll stay. I love you. I don't care what anyone says."

"People are gonna say some cruel things. To me, to you about us. I just can't lose you." Tony pulled Peters arm, causing him to tumble forward into Tonys chest. His cheek pressed against the arc reactor. Arms holding him tightly.

"I can't. I refuse to lose you." Tony said, his chin resting against Peters head. Peters heart clenched at the words. Knowing Tony meant them.

"Your not gonna lose me." Peter whispered. Not knowing what else to say. For the rest of the night both of them laid together. Wrapped around each other.

******

Right now the only thing on Peters mind was "oh god why did I think this was a good idea."

He currently sat in the apartment he shared with his aunt. Both of his friends Ned and MJ both sat on the floor. His aunt sitting beside him on the old couch.

Peter thought telling them about his sexuality was hard. Telling them he's dating a man 5 times his age is gonna be tourtue.

For some reason he decided telling them all at once would be easier. Now that they were all here he's having second thoughts.

"Peter, what did you want to tell us? It sounded important." His aunt finally cut the silence. Reminding him that they've been sitting there, not saying a thing for five minutes.

Clearing his throat Peter began.

"So, I um...well I'm seeing someone." All of their faces lit up. Congratulations on the tip of their tongues. Until he continued. "But. He's older."

Aunt May narrowed her eyes, "how much older?"

"Um a lot older."

"How old is he?" Ned asked.

"Better question what's his name?" Mj asked.

Peter bit his lip and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. For the 7th time that afternoon. Here goes nothing.

"I'm dating Tony Stark." He looked at the floor. Not wanting to see everyone reactions. His leg started jumping up and down without him even noticing.

The first person to respond was Ned.

"That's so cool! Is that how you got all that new stuff? Like your phone. Wait can you get me a new phone?"

Peter looked up at Ned bewildered. "What? No. I mean yes. That is how I got it. But no I'm not gonna get you a new phone. He's not my sugar daddy. He's my boyfriend."

"I don't know. Sounds kinda like a sugar daddy to me." Mj said. Smirking at Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes. "He's not my sugar daddy. Yes he's given me a few things."

Ned cut him off, "a phone, numerous new Spider-Man suits and Spider-Man equipment. A new laptop, name brand shirts and pants.."

"Okay I get it." Mj and Ned laugh. At the moment Peters anxiety was almost forgotten. Almost.

"Peter you," May spoke, " I....peter..hes...I don't know what to say."

Peter finally looked over to his Aunt. He smiled at her. " I found someone. And I don't expect you to understand why but I love him. And the only reason I'm telling you is because it's gonna come out. He's being watched by many people with cameras. I'd rather it come from me. Not from a YouTuber."

May sighed. "I don't understand. But I will try, for you." She lifted her arms. "Come here." Peter didn't hesitate to throw himself into her arms. He knew she had her doubts. But he also knew it was only because she loved him. And she didn't want to see him get hurt.

The rest of the day was spent with his two best friends and his Aunt. Along with a few sugar daddy comments and a request for an island. All things considered it went well. It's gonna take awhile to convince aunt may that the relationship was real. But they'll get there.

*******

Tony was in the avenger compound. Everyone was there. Even Thor showed up. He believed Steve had something to do with it. Cause when Tony told everyone he wanted to talk, Steve was the first one he told about it.

" Alright tones. Why did you bring us all here?" Rhodey asked.

"I'm dating Peter Parker. Steve thought I should tell you all." Tony stood up. "Alright I told you. Bye."

"Hey! No. You don't just hit us with that and walk away." Rhodey said. Blocking his way out.

Tony sighed. He hoped he could make a quick escape. Guess that's out of the question.

"Wait, you mean Peter Parker 18 year old kid? Peter Parker as in spiderman?" Sam Wilson asked. With an raised eyebrow.

"Yes that Peter Parker."

"How old are you agian?" Sam asked.

"His age is not a problem. Mr, Parker is of legal age." Vision answered.

"Then I congratulate the man of iron! On his courtship with the spiderman!" Thor said patting Tony on the shoulder. After he's moved away Tony thanked him and rubbed his shoulder. Hoping it didn't bruise.

"Thats not the point. Tonys in his 40s. The kids 18." Rhodey said.

"Which by law is legal. For once I'm not breaking any laws. You should be giving me a metal." Tony said.

Rhodey looked at him unimpressed.

"Seriously none of you knew?" Natalia asked. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Yeah. It was obvious." Barton said.

Now everyone looked at him.

"Wait you two knew?" Steve finally said.

"Of course. Peter follows him around like a lost puppy. Truly I'm surprised Tony hasn't kissed the ground Peter walks on. And not to mention all the moping either of them do when the other isn't around. " Natalia concluded.

"I had my suspetions but i knew for sure because Natalia told me." Barton said.

"Well then. I told you and you all seem pretty chill about it. For the most part. I have a reservation a 5 and a boyfriend to pick up. So I'm gonna leave." Tony said backing up towards the door.

"Hey hey hey, tones this conversation isn't over. And I might not agree with the age difference but..im happy for you. You deserve something good in your life." Rhodey said.

Tony thanked him and turned back to the door. Stopping when he heard Bruce's voice.

"Hey Tony, now that your out and all. I'd rather not have another incident like in the lab a week ago. So can you keep the PDA to a down low?"

Tony looked over his shoulder and smirked. He didn't say anything he just left.

"Ya that was a no." Steve said patting Bruce on the shoulder apologetically.

****

As soon as Peter entered the car he started firing question after question.

"Did you do it? Did you tell them? How did they take it? What did they say? Was anyone grossed out by it?"

Tony smiled at his rambling and put an arm around his waist. Pulling him into Tonys side.

"Hush. One question at a time."

"How did they take it?"

"Well Natalia and Barton already knew. They figured it out cause apparently we aren't to subtle. Rhodey and Sam aren't to happy about the age difference. But they'll come around. Thor is....Thor. And vision....was unclear. He just said facts. He knows your legal and that's all he cares about. What about on your end?" Tony finished.

Peter smiled. "Ned is thrilled. Mj is convinced your my sugar daddy. She wants an island by the way and aunt May is kinda in the same boat as Rhodey. But as you said she'll come around." Peter said smiling widely. Turning in the small space of the back of Tonys car.

Tony laughed. " She wants an island? If your my sugar baby, why would I get her an island?"

"Cause she's my friend and you know if I asked you to, you would."

Tony hummed and placed his hand on the back of Peters neck. Caressing the skin there with his thumb. Peter leaned into the touch. As he always does and closed his eyes.

"Don't," Peter said. "you know where that thought will lead and we'll never make it to restaurant."

"I wasn't think anything."

Peter opened his eyes and playfully glared. Making Tony smile. "Okay, I was definitely thinking something."

Peter laughed and pressed his lips to Tonys. What was only suppose to be a peck ended up becoming a heated make out when Peter tryed pulling away and Tony pulled him back.

"I love you." Tony whisperes when they pulled away for air. His hand on Peters cheek and their foreheads together. Both of them out of breath.

Peter smiled. "I love you too."

Long story short they never made it to the restaurant.

[universal-kitty]

For the F/O Love Tropes ask meme, how about all of 'em with Wrench? 😸

F/O Love Tropes Asks  || You’re the maddest of lads...

Aborted Declaration of Love: How long did it take for you to finally confess to your F/O? How did it go? Were there several attempts, or was it just The One?

   Well, definitely a few months with the crew... It started around the time of me joining, with Wrench having some interest and vice versa, but it was far MORE time before all that tension could bubble up into a, “Hey, you wanna go out with me?” That, and some meddling on Retr0′s part to make it happen faster, LMAO!

   As for how it went... Heh, well, he made his point known, y’know~? So I’d say it was to the point...and I guess “several” attempts were made, but it was all super subtle stuff, y’know? Wordplay that could go any number of ways, so who knows, at the end of the day?

   But we made it! Hooray!

Accidental Hand Hold: When did you first hold hands with your F/O?

   Hmm... If I remember right, it was because I almost thoughtlessly walked into the street, freaking Wrench out. He grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go! (It was on one of the “dates” Retr0 set us up on, btw.) I do remember wondering for WEEKS what was going through his head when he did that, though... Aside from “sweaty.”

   Wrench later told me “sweaty” was a good summary of his emotions, but also a mix between freaked out and elated beyond belief... So that’s super cute~

After-Action Patch-Up: How does your F/O react when they see you got hurt? How do they tend to your injury?

   Predictably, he flies off the fucking handle. Asking how hurt I am, who did it? Does he need to go kick their ass? Does someone have to die??? I have to calm him down before he gets too livid at anyone or anything (yes, thing) and fly away from the handle completely.

   After which, he’ll tend to the wound however works best. Grip might be too tight if he’s still worried, but otherwise has a really gentle hand, despite how rough they feel. (It’s really nice, though...)

Almost Kiss: What was your first kiss with your F/O like?

   ....I think the first time Wrench kissed me, I ascended to nirvana and never quite came back... Cause keep in mind, I didn’t see his face for the LONGEST time. The fact he kissed me at all was the highest honor I could’ve been given...

   So anyways, I’m a sap. But what’s new?

Beautiful Dreamer: Who’s usually the first to fall asleep while the other stares and admires?

   It all depends on the day, really! Sometimes he goes to bed early and I have some time to admire him... Other times, I go to bed and he stays up a little later, so then he’s the one sparing a few minutes more looking at me while I sleep. Probably half-clinging to a pillow because he wasn’t there for me to snuggle with.

   Other times, we’re both in bed and- if we don’t fall asleep at the same time- then it’s one of us trying to get into dreamland to catch up with the other.

Bodyguard Crush: How does your F/O make you feel safe?

   Honestly... I guess it’s his superior knowledge of weapons and degree of possessiveness. (That isn’t overwhelming.) I’m definitely a feral little gremlin when it comes to fighting, but that can’t save my ass all the time; being in or thinking we might get into a dangerous situation helps when Wrench knows what he’s doing, no matter what he has on him. (Typically a knife or two, along with a pistol/handgun of some kind.)

   For the latter- possessiveness- I’m anxious a lot. There’s no weapon on Earth that’s gonna make me feel safe when I’m getting paranoid or having a panic attack... But you know what does help? Having a husband who’s protective of me. If he sees or overhears me being too trusting of someone who wants to abuse my kindness, he’s on that. He’s the one who reminds me to never return to a forgotten drink or would slap the hand of an offered drink to make sure I’m safe.

   If anything happened to me- no matter what my brain comes up with- I’m assured that Wrench would be there in a moment to make sure I’m safe and having fun. If not, then we can go, no pressure.

   ...I love that about him. It’s nice to not feel pressured by my own anxieties or fears. To feel safe.

Caught In The Rain: How does your F/O react if a sudden rainstorm interrupts your date with them?

   He’d probably read my reaction to it. I love rain, but if there were a lot of outdoor activities planned, I might be temporarily bummed about it... Though he’s been with me long enough now to know that I love rain!!

   So we’d probably just go outside and play in it until we’re freezing and soaked~

Grow Old With Me: How long have you and your F/O been together?

   We’ll have been together 2 years this coming February 15th!

Laugh Of Love: What are some things your F/O does to make you laugh?

   All of the ridiculous jokes he makes. He makes so many of them, too!!! Ugh, it’s ridiculous...but I love it. Just as much as he makes dirty jokes or teases me about something or the other; I giggle when I’m flustered, so that fuels him all the more. Wrench is also the classic “class clown” type, so he’ll go to any lengths to get a smile on my face, especially if I’m feeling down...

   His recent favorite is to shove his thumbs into my mouth and pull my mouth up. We love our references and though it’s a little creepy (because, y’know....Joker), I still laugh cause at the end of the day, he’s only doing it to be a nerd. I appreciate that. (It’s the same deal as when he says “I know” when I try to tell him I love him; just being a nerd and making references. Besides, if it makes me smile or laugh, why not?)

Love Epiphany: When and how did you realize you loved your F/O? When and how did they realize they loved you?

   I think it’s fair to say we realized it pretty early on, just didn’t realize the magnitude of how much we loved each other until far later. Because when Wrench finally asked me out? All those months later? That was the crux of him realizing how much he liked me and how he really wanted to be with me.

   ...And despite realizing we’re this in love..... I think it’s actually a term that doesn’t quite apply to us, in a way. Because we’re still falling for each other all over again, in different ways. Me initially falling for him was so different compared to when I saw his face for the first time! And when we got married!! It’s been stages of falling in love and I don’t think it’s going to ever stop~

   ....Cheesy as that all sounds!!!

Marry For Love: Are you and your F/O married? If so, how was the wedding like? If you aren’t, do you plan on getting married, and if so, how would you like it to be like?

   Yes, we did~! Almost been married for a year now already, as of December 16th. We had this small, official wedding, then a larger, still-private (friends and my cousin only) deal that was a bit more of an “average” wedding... Complete with playlist as debated and worked on by the both of us!

Post-Kiss Catatonia: How did you and your F/O react to your first kiss together?

   Well, I mentioned my side (absolutely starstruck), so for Wrench... Heh, just as elated, if not with more anxiety!! He told me waaaayyy later that- had he more confidence back then- he definitely would have tried to make out with me, but... The prospect was terrifying at the time, so he bailed, of course.

   Not that I minded!!! Even just that had us both sitting on cloud nine for a good while...

Sickeningly Sweethearts: Do you and your F/O engage in PDA? If yes, how do the surrounding people react?

   Ooooohhhh, you bet we do...not that it’s always tasteful PDA when it’s Wrench, I tell you what.... But ah, what else do I love him for, if not for his best and most perverted of moments? Besides, either way, we make people pretty sick.

   There’s passing PDA (giving quick kisses on our way out or as we pass each other by), but if one of us has time on our hands... That’s where we get gross. Cause then it’s a wild card between us being sappy and domestic as hell (petnames and all) OR it’s Wrench getting handsy, eager to get back home... This is usually where food being thrown comes in. On occasion, plastic cutlery.

   Either way, nobody’s winning...except us~!♡

You Must Be Cold: How does your F/O keep you warm when it’s cold outside?

   Easy. Many blankets, our extra pillows, and maybe a soft, warm sweater if it’s particularly freezing that day/night. We hog the couch in a wrap of warmth, and cocoon like that! Anyone with cold hands or feetsies must warm up quickly or be tossed to the floor in a heap if said cold limbs touch the other!! XP

   ...Winter’s a fun time. (But this also why I got wool socks the last time I was forced to visit family. Take that, cold weather! I’m onto you!!)

Zip Me Up: Does your F/O help you get dressed for the day? Do you help them?

   We usually don’t need to, since we dress pretty casually...but sometimes I help Wrench with his vest. I can do it myself, but if we’re in a rush, then Wrench puts on my spiked choker for me. (Which is fine anyways, since he got that for me. It’s only fitting, right?)

   If we get dressy, though... Then it’s basically law. :3c  I learned to work with ties for him! And damn, does he look good in a vest and rolled up sleeves...... Mmph~♡

[waterandsilver]

Drarry fic: The Professors

@drarryonline event: hogwarts professors au

1.2k, outsider pov

Potter is the new Defence teacher at Hogwarts; Malfoy has been the Potions teacher for years. The students of Hogwarts are very interested in their... relationship.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

“I don’t think Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy like each other very much.”

“Why?”

“Did you see them at the start of year feast? It was… awkward.”

“Oh, yeah. They crashed into each other at the teachers’ table, didn’t they? Potter looked like he was facing down a dragon.”

“Well, can you blame him? Professor Malfoy is scary. I thought he was going to skin me alive when I didn’t get my essay in on time at the end of last year.”

“That’s because it was three weeks overdue, Alice. Malfoy is a good teacher.”

“Yeah - I’m more scared of Potter.”

“Why? He seems nice.”

“Have you guys forgotten that he killed You-Know-Who? He’s hardcore. Think about what he might do to us if we don’t get our essays in on time.”

“That was like, twenty years ago, wasn’t it?”

“No, actually. Only eight. Maybe that’s why him and Malfoy don’t seem to get along.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you guys forgotten that the Malfoys were on the other side of the war?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh shit. Hey, do you think they’ll fight? I’ve always wanted to see a real wizards’ duel.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re professors. Even if they have some history between them, they’ll be able to look past that. Even if they don’t like each other very much.”

   “I don’t think Potter and Malfoy hate each other that much, actually.”

“What’s changed your mind?”

“I saw them talking in the corridor. They seemed to be getting on alright.”

“Are you stalking them now or something?”

“No, I am not. I was on the way to Charms. It was strange. Professor Malfoy was smiling.”

“Wow. That must have been scary. What did it look like?"

"Shut up. Malfoy isn't that bad."

"Whatever. Have any of you had a lesson with Potter yet?”

“Yes, the Ravenclaws had ours on Tuesday.”

“Well? What was he like?”

“Oh, for the love of Merlin. He was just normal. He seems like a good teacher.”

“Trust a Ravenclaw to only notice his teaching ability. Useless.”

“Well, we do already know one thing about Potter...”

“What?”

“He’s hot.”

“Shut up, Alice.”

   “I… think there’s something going on between Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy.”

“Yeah! They’re growing pumpkins together for the Halloween feast. We’ve heard.”

“That’s… not what I meant.”

“…”

“Are you implying what I think you are?”

“I… might have seen them coming out of a broom cupboard together.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t!”

“Calm the fuck down, Alice. They were probably just doing teacher stuff. Malfoy is the Potions master, you know? Maybe they were looking for ingredients or something.”

“Looking for ingredients with their shirts untucked?”

“Oh my god!”

“And… and… did you see them together at the Gryffindor-Slytherin match? They were alone together up in the stands, away from everyone else.”

“Yeah. I was hoping for a fight to break out ‘cause one of their teams had to lose…”

“But they didn’t really seem bothered about the match, did they?”

“…”

“…”

“We should be respectful. If there is something going on between them, it’s their choice if they want to reveal it or not.”

“I wasn’t planning on telling anyone. But…”

“But what?”

“But they're not exactly being subtle. And this is Hogwarts. You know how secrets are kept at this school.”

“They aren’t.”

“Exactly.”

   “Well, Potter and Malfoy don’t really seem to be concerned with keeping it a secret, do they? Did you see them at Hogsmede this weekend?”

“Everybody saw them. Including the Daily Prophet.”

“Oh fuck. That’s… not a nice headline.”

“Well… Malfoy is a former Death Eater. It’s not a lie.”

“He’s a teacher. Look, my parents were worried when I first came to Hogwarts, and I know they weren’t the only ones. But McGonagall made it clear that he’d served his time. I don’t know about you, but I trust McGonagall’s judgement over the Prophet’s.”

“Yeah. Plus, he was barely older than us when You-Know-Who recruited him, wasn't he?”

“Alright, alright, I get it. Are you sure you’re not just defending him because of the Outstanding he gave you on your Pepperup Potion last week?”

“I’m saying it because I don’t care for gossip. Besides, I earned that Outstanding. My potion was great.”

“The picture the Prophet used… wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Professor Malfoy look so…”

“Normal?”

“Yeah.”

"Happy?"

"Yeah."

“They still make a pretty weird couple, though, don’t you think? The Saviour of the Wizarding World and the guy who used to fight for Voldemort…”

“I don’t know. The Saviour of the Wizarding World must have good taste. He must see something in him.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all very romantic. Anyway, do you think the Prophet will be paying for student interviews? Cause I could really use a new cauldron…”

   “Potter and Malfoy definitely do not hate each other anymore.”

“Yeah, well done for stating the fucking obvious. I can’t believe I had to see them with their tongues down their throat at breakfast. I don’t think it’s fair. How come there’s a ban on student PDA, but it doesn’t apply to teachers?”

“Because nobody wants to see you and your girlfriend making out, Jake.”

“And people want to see Potter and Malfoy?!”

“Well, I’m not exactly complaining…”

“Shut up, Alice. You do have to admit that people are interested in them. Apparently the sixth-year Ravenclaws are trying to mathematically calculate how long they’ll last before break up.”

“That’s a horrible violation of their privacy. I’m ashamed of my own House sometimes.”

“Oh, don’t worry. The Slytherins are much worse. We have a betting ring.”

   “Can you believe Potter gave me an E on my end of year exam?!”

“He gave everyone an E. He’s in a good mood.”

“We need to make sure they never break up. If my grades stay this good, my parents might actually be proud of me for once.”

“I’ll start on the love potion.”

“Ha. I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“Why?”

“Oh, I just… I just have a feeling about them, you know? A feeling that they’ll last. It’s like… they’re not supposed to work together, but somehow they do.”

“I get what you mean.”

“Have you seen the way Malfoy looks at Potter sometimes? I hope someone looks at me like that, some day.”

“Gross.”

“Don’t be a child. It’s sweet. We should all be happy for them.”

“Whatever. If Malfoy’s dick is good enough that I pass my OWLs, I’ll never complain about them again.”

“Oooooh, are we talking about Professor Malfoy’s dick over here?”

“Shut up, Alice.”

  Harry lingers at the entrance to the potions dungeon as the last class of the day file out. The students scuttle past him, their eyes practically popping out of their heads at the sight of Harry.

“Professor,” he grins at his boyfriend.

Draco looks half-amused, half-annoyed, waiting with folded arms for the last of them to leave. The professor’s robes suit him, Harry thinks: immaculately tailored, making the attractive angles of his face even sharper.

“They’re talking about us, you know,” says Draco. “Are you sure you want that?”

Harry crosses the classroom. He's taller than Draco now, and he has to lean down to press their lips together, pushing Draco back so his thighs are pressed against the edge of his desk.

“People will always talk about me,” Harry says, when they break apart. “I don't care. It's worth it. Do you care?”

Draco relaxes. His hands run across Harry's shoulders, and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"No," he says, "I don't." And he pulls Harry down again.