#everyday i miss those silly boys more and more

[secretagent9]

if you’re a dark souls fan and you haven’t seen all of criken’s “edwad emberpants” series, you really ought to give it a watch

[pearlymel]

That boy is mine.

୨୧ Summery: hsr men and their love languages.

୨୧ Including: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Sunday, Veritas Ratio, Argenti.

୨୧ Warnings: none. Gn! Reader, All fluff, just the hsr men spoiling you like how you should be spoilt.

♡︎ Aventurine— receiving gifts.

“Err, Aventurine? This is the fifth diamond bracelet this month.”

“Today is a special day.”

“You say that everyday…” you whisper to yourself in amusement while your fingers brush over the expensive material sealed around your wrist. You try not to sound disappointed because—you’re not really disappointed but rather confused or guilty for him spending so recklessly with you.

Upon seeing the guilt he knew so well etched on your face, he quickly steps closer, “It looks pretty on you, which is all the reason i need.” He teases, his hand snaking towards your lower back. “You didn’t complain about the shoes and necklace I bought you,” he shrugs with a grin plastered on his face and you shake your head in return.

“I appreciate everything you do to me, i just dislike it when a lot of money is wasted.” You gently scold him but he brushes it off with a laugh. 

“Darling, you need to stop thinking like this. Money was meant to be spent.” He playfully flickers your forehead, before gently caressing the spot with his thumb.

“How can i ever spoil you back, hmm?” He grins at your question, his thumb that was caressing your forehead moves to your chin. Holding it with a firm, yet gentle grip. “I told you, silly,” he murmurs, leaning forward to bring his face closer to yours. “All you have to do is be cute, and give me a kiss every once in a while.”

“… is that it?” Your figure almost slumps at his too simple requests. From now on, you’d try harder to shower him with all the kisses and affection.

“That’s all it takes. Your cute little reactions and your pretty face are more than enough to spoil such a simple man, like me.” He says, his hand slipping down to your waist, pulling you closer. You take ahold of his face with your hands, pulling his face to give his lips some attention, his hand tightening around your waist “will this suffice?”

“I’m a bit greedy, one more.” He whispers, and you press your lips against his again for another chaste kiss. “Again,” he says in a bit more demanding tone this time, taking over the lead and kissing you even deeper, trailing his lips along your jawline then a final kiss just below your earlobe. Your whole face burning just from simple kisses.

“I will get you anything you want, everything you desire,” he whispers against your neck, “A yacht, a penthouse, jewels, whatever you want. My only condition is you stay with me, and make those cute little noises when i spoil you.”

“Cute little noises?” You squint your eyes at him, pulling back to see him, “you mean.. my surprised expressions?”

“Exactly like that. The soft gasps, wide eyes, and adorable smile.” You grins while taking you in a crushing embrace and you only laugh back at him.

♡︎ Jing Yuan— physical touch.

You suddenly can’t breath when the general came home particularly clingy today. Big arms preventing you from escaping his hold with his lips not leaving any spot untouched on your face.

“Missed you today,” he would whisper in his thick raspy voice, hands roaming around your body with strands of his hair almost covering your face, “my pretty spouse.” His voice is muffled from his face buried in your neck.

“You’re the clingiest man i know.”

His suddenly stopped for a moment, expression darkening slightly, “you know other men?”

“Ohh, the most jealous one too.” You chuckle when he shoots you a pout, sometimes you could imagine him looking like a big sad lion.

“Not that I’m complaining.” You press a tender kiss to his forehead, and just like that, his shoulders relax and his golden eyes seem to shine just a bit brighter. “Was work harsh on you today?”

Jing Yuan let out a drawn-out sigh, "Exhausting is more like it," he replied with a tired smile. "Still need to train Yanqing later tonight per his request,"

His expression softened as he looked down to meet your gaze.

"I've been looking forward to this time with you all week." He hums, resting his head on your chest and your hand immediately finds its place on his hair. Jing Yuan smiles as he feels your delicate fingers take out the red ribbon from his long, white hair, letting it cascade down to his shoulders.

"I should call in sick tomorrow," he grins when he hears you quietly chuckle, beginning to lean on you as your fingers worked through his hair. 

“Is this the general of the luofu?” You decide to tease him a bit, his rough hands squeezing your thighs in return. “No, this is just your spouse now. All putty for you."

♡︎ Veritas Ratio— Quality time.

Ratio was sprawled on his stomach, a large book held in his hands. He was so engrossed in the content that he didn't even hear you enter the room until you jumped onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” You simply ask as you make space for yourself next to him, He turned his head to glance at you for a second before returning his attention to the page.

"Reading a book on advanced mathematics," he replied, his voice sounding a bit distracted. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

“Oh the boring stuff.”

"Boring? Excuse you. This stuff happens to be quite fascinating. Not everyone can appreciate the complexity and beauty of mathematical theory, you know."

Your brain goes short circuit at his explanation, and you shake your head instead. "You can read your amazing stuff to yourself while i... Maybe brush your hair?"

Ratio couldn't help but scoff at your suggestion. "Brush my hair, really? What, do you think I'm a doll or something?"

But secretly, the idea of you running your fingers through his hair had a certain appeal to him. He shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference.

"Fine, go ahead. Do with my hair whatever makes you happy, I suppose."

"Yay," you immediately grab the brush from your drawer and gesture him to lean back against your chest, and he immediately obliged. Melting back against your chest while holding his book to his lap. “I love you,” you then whisper and he only hums in return.

You huff at his silence, "I thought you were going to say something like 'oh i love you to the moon and back!' or 'i actually don't love you'." You say in a mocking tone.

Ratio chuckled again, shaking his head in mock annoyance. "Oh, so you're expecting some sappy, romantic cliché, are you? Sorry to disappoint you, darling."

He reached up and gently poked your forehead with his index finger. "I don't think I could actually say something like that with a straight face. I have standards, you know."

Then you tug his hair gently with the brush, showing your annoyance, making him gasp. "Hey, careful with the hair," he protested half-heartedly, feigning irritation. "Do you want me to go bald before I'm thirty?"

"At least you look pretty now." You hand him a mirror to show him the creation you've made on his hair. Tiny braids. 

“Aeons, what have you done to my hair?”

"I made an artwork, thank you very much."

He took another look at his reflection in the mirror, tilting his head to examine the braids in his hair from different angles.

“Artwork, you say?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Looks more like a bird’s nest, if you ask me.”

You blink twice at his words, "Wait, what if birds actually lay their eggs on your hair?" His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of mock horror. "Oh gods, please don't give them ideas," he said, you both quickly start unbraiding his hair.

♡ Sunday— Acts of service.

“Is this better, love?” Sunday asks softly when he took off his coat to drape it around your shoulders instead, and you nod your head. He wouldn’t want his beloved to catch a cold now. 

Both of you decided to go on a walk in penacony as a date, just to enjoy each other’s presence for the night.

He wraps a protective hand around your waist, moving to walk on the side of the street while you were safely walking on the sidewalk.

“I wouldn’t ask for anything more.” You smile brightly under the light poles. "I’m relieved to hear that, darling." Sunday replied with a pleasant hum, giving your hips a gentle squeeze as you leaned into him for warmth. He smiled at your laugh, finding your happiness to be such a joyous sight. you had always been such an angelic being in his eyes; just the sight of your smiling and laughing was enough for his heart to flutter madly in his chest.

"careful, dont trip. watch your step."

You step to the side just in time to avoid tripping over a few rocks, giving him the sweetest smile, "Always caring for me, my love."

Sunday felt his cheeks flush ever so faintly at your smile. The soft feathers of his wings grazing his cheeks in a failed attempt to hide the redness. Your sweet personality and mannerisms tugging at the strings of his heart in an almost dizzying manner. 

"i cant possibly let my angel hurt themself on our date, now can i?"

It was your turn for your cheeks to flush at his words. Your tried turning around to avoid him seeing your face when your hand landed upon a bush of flowers.

You carefully pluck the crimson one before handing it to him, "for you,”

He took the flower from your hand and twirled it between his fingers, admiring the pretty, crimson hue. he tucked it behind his ear, the red complimenting his hair nicely.

he chuckled in amusement. “it's beautiful. how did you know red is my favourite colour?"

"Is it? Last time i gave you a blue shirt and you said it was your favourite colour." You laugh, plucking another flower to tuck it right at the fluttering wings next to his ears. 

“Hmm, everything you give me is my favorite. That’s only fair.” For some reason the way Sunday talks, makes you believe for sure that you’re definitely safe with him.

♡ Argenti— words of affirmation.

“I cannot get enough of you.” he murmured against your hair. It’s quieter than usual now with his presence, which is something you don’t hate either.

"You flatter me with your words, darling." You whisper, feeling protected around his arms, with your head resting on his chest where you could listen to his heart beat rather quicker than usual.

"And you flatter me with your presence, my love," Argenti replied, his voice a deep and velvety rumble. His hand rose to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek for a moment too long.

The steady rhythm of his heart seemed to pick up its pace as it thumped against his chest, a subtle giveaway of his growing excitement. "You make my heart beat faster than it should," he confessed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Your words always manages to make me fall head over heels for you.” You say dreamily, taking a few on his red end strands of hair to twirl with. He laughed softly, shifting his position so he could look down at you. He gently tilted your chin up, his thumb gently grazing your jawline.

"Where do I even begin? Your beauty is without equal, a sight so captivating it robs me of my breath every time I lay my eyes upon you," he whispered, his voice soft yet filled with affection. "Your intelligence is like a rare gem, sharper than the finest sword and just as precious. Every moment spent with you is a treasure, my love."

You shift in your place a bit to take a good look at his face, and you only see gentleness and sincerity behind it.

“I lied, my skin might burn from all this sweetness.” You admit, pressing your chin against his shoulder.

Argenti laughed again, and you might think it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. He gently wrapped his arms around yours, "Seeing the effect I have on you is a sight more beautiful than any sunrise," he purred, voice dripping like honey, his hand now moving to glide down your neck, fingers tracing patterns on your nape.

"I will never tire of making your skin burn, my love. Each blush and shiver you give me only adds fuel to my desire for you." His thumb traced circles on your nape, and you could just sleep right here.

“I never thought I would be this… desire-able?” You mumble, the hint of insecurity showing, making him sigh.

"Nonsense,” he tightens his arms around you, “The way you move, the sound of your voice, the way you look at me... it drives me to the brink of madness. I find myself craving you at all hours of the day, constantly longing for your touch, your presence alone is enough to make me weak in my knees." 

You frown at his words, relaxing right here, in the arms of your lover, “you’re too precious.”

“Likewise, darling.”

[chlorinecake]

imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

౨ৎ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece!

౨ৎ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

౨ৎ Tags: kinda got lazy here but bear with me ~ @squoxle @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @nikisdubblchococake

update 12/03: Thank you all so much for 1,000 likes!!

[keen-li]

"IT JUST SLIPPED"

Today you had to shoot a cooking talk show like video for your YouTube channel. You were so excited and happy cause you had two special guests. Bangchan and felix.

You had a hard time sleeping cause you were so nervous today. And as you walk through the studio towards the set up kitchen you get even more nervous.

"Have they arrived?" You ask your assistant as she walks beside you.

"Yes they just got in" as she says that the nervousness sinks in more.

Its the first time you and any straykids members are filming something together, you have many reasons to be nervous but the main reason is you're afraid you might slip up. Slip up? Yeah you're afraid you might accidentally call chan 'baby' like you always do when you're with him. But most of the time when you're with him it's not infront of large lights and cameras.

Nobody knows that you two have been dating, not your companies, not your crew, not even you're assistant, it's still kinda new so you wanna keep it low. The only people who know you and chan are dating are his members. Who said they found out when they all "accidentally" saw you and chan's chats. The defenders were han and Lee know, when you saw those two open there mouths to defend you knew it was bullshit. Who accidentally reads three months worth of conversations in front of others accidentally.

You were kinda mad and embarrassed that they read your messages cause you and chan had some spicy texts and pictures in there. But chan promised to talk to them and keep his phone better which made you feel better.

And it seemed like chan's talk did work on them, cause they never brought up any of the messages or made any silly joke about it. They only congratulated you and made you feel comfortable.

You see the familiar figure of your boyfriend and his bandmate walk in straight to you. You and chan give eachother smiles hoping no one noticed cause you and him need to keep this a secret.

When they approach you, felix first, you share greetings and give eachother hugs. When chan hugs you he tries to not make it obvious by placing his hand a little lower on your back.

"I missed you" he whispers into your ear and you feel the heat consume you.

"Shut up were supposed to be undercover" you joke.

"But I missed you too" you confess still in a whisper.

You two missed each other like you didn't text and facetime everyday when you can.

He walks by you as he greets the crew.

After sometime and getting things ready it's time to film.

Since its your youtube channel and show you have to be the one to introduce them.

"So today we're gonna do a little cook and chat" you begin to say to the camera.

"But before we do I wanna introduce you to two people" you give a look to chan and felix as they take it as a sign to get into frame. They give their biggest smiles to the camera as they bow to it and to you which you return as well.

They give their intros and you smile at them as they express how they're happy to be here and how much they've always wanted to be on your show. It makes you blush but it's not like you didn't know. One of the reasons this filming idea came up was because chan expressed to you how much you he wanted to be on your show. And after both of your companies accepted, the date was set.

You and the boys laugh as you answer some funny questions and chop up some food. One of the questions led to chan having to tell an embarrassing story which makes everyone in the studio laugh. You also end up telling a story and chan can't help but watch as you smile and giggle when you tell the story.

He always loved hearing you talk and express yourself, it's one of his favourite things about you. Feeling his loving gaze on you, you glance at him and warn him making him look away and focus on washing the lettuce.

You're cutting some cucumber when it slips from the grip of the knife and cuts you a bit.

You hiss catching everyone's attention. Chan looks at you worried as he watched you rush to the sink. It kills him how he can't just run over to you and care for your wound just because people might find out.

"I'm good guys" you say but it doesn't help lighten chan's heart.

Felix notices his uneasiness and taps him on the back. "She's okay bro relax" he doesn't pay much attention to that as he watches a staff wrap your finger with a bandaid.

After you get back you grab a new knife and new cucumber as chan stares at you still uneasy.

"I'm okay chan" you smile at him and he feels a little more relieved when you say it directly to him, maybe it's your smile that comforts him. But he still wishes he had been the one to help you.

You continue to shoot the video as chan takes over the cutting duty and puts you in egg boiling duty. Which you rolled your eyes at. He's so protective, as if you couldn't burn yourself with hot water.

After you're done with the shooting, chan approaches you.

"Let me see your hand" he grabs your hand not even letting you choose whether or not he can see your hand. But you let him cause he's just trying to be caring.

"Are you okay?" It's a question he keeps asking you and you don't know if you wanna answer him again.

"I'm fine chan, now let go of my hand before someone sees us." He doesn't take heed to your words and continues to examine your finger touching I lightly which you find comforting.

"You don't look fine. Want me to give you a hug?" He says slowly moving into you. If no one has noticed the two of you someone's gonna notice now. You try and push him away giggling at his words, you really don't want your cover blown but chan doesn't seem to care. He doesn't care actually.

"Baby I'm okay" you say a little louder than you expected. You immediately move away from chan and stare at the people now staring at you. If the company hears about this you're screwed.

"I meant chan" you laugh awkwardly.

"It just slipped" you try and assure the people around you. You know they couldn't care less but you'd never know who'd be a snitch.

"I call everyone baby anyways" chan laughs as you try to convince yourself.

It's no use they heard you clearly.

.....

Its been been seven days since your cooking episode with chan and felix aired. And you heard some rumours and theories going around on the Internet.

So you decided to check on the comments yourself.

Chan giving y/n those loving eyes

I want someone to look at me like the way chan's looking at her

If these two aren't dating I'm gonna take y/n

These two gotta be dating look at the way he's looking at her.

I can feel the tension between them

The chemistry between these two.

Kiss already

You didn't realise the tension between you and chan was so obvious. Maybe it's the way you spoke and looked at eachother. And after watching the video for yourself you can definitely see it.

"Our love can't be hidden" chan said when you brought the issue to him. You laughed, he doesn't take this seriously huh?

[theemporium]

hey cece!! wondering if you could write jealous poly!marauders(i just watched hsm2 and i watched the everyday mv again so this is heavily influenced) where they go to watch readers play where she’s a main character and she’s got a male co-star and they’ve got a big musical number together and you can pretty much take it from there

god i love hsm 2, it is the best one and i will die on that hill!🤠 thank you for requesting!🖤

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They wanted to be supportive boyfriends. 

They really, really did.

But it was difficult to do so when you were prancing around the stage in an outfit that made you look drop dead gorgeous with your male co-star following behind your every step. 

It was a part of the show. They knew that. Hell, they had even helped you with some of the lines when you were practising outside of rehearsals so they were more than aware that there was romance involved in the play, let alone a few duet musical numbers you would be performing with your love interest in the play. 

But those scenes seemed totally different when they realised they weren’t just silly scenes you would read with them, but actual scenes you would be performing with another man—another man you were pretending to be head over heels, totally in love with.

All three of them had been practically pouting and seething in their seats as they watched the play, pretending like they weren’t glaring at your male co-star for a majority of the show. And they tried to act like they were fine, like they weren’t absolutely and undoubtedly jealous of what they had just witnessed. 

“His hands did not need to be that low on her,” Sirius grumbled as they waited outside in the corridor for you. 

“Shut up,” James snapped at him. “I’m trying to forget.” 

“Pretty hard to forget when the whole bloody scene was—” 

However, a sharp jab to his ribs from Remus quickly drew both boys’ attention to you as you barrelled through the double doors, dropping your bag on the floor as you practically launched yourselves at your boyfriends. 

“You came!” you laughed happily as James caught you, squeezing you a little tighter than usual but you didn’t seem to question it.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Remus smiled softly at you as he handed you the bouquet of flowers, a smaller version of the multiple bouquets they had decorated your room with.

“You were fucking brilliant up there, love,” Sirius grinned at you as he pulled you towards him, pressing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Best bloody one up there.” 

“Oh please,” you laughed him off, ignoring the way your cheeks heated at the compliment. “The whole cast were amazing—” 

But you paused when you noticed James scoffing and rolling his eyes. You paused, your eyes narrowing at the boy who quickly realised you caught him and tried to flash you an innocent smile. But that only confirmed that he was hiding something. 

“James,” you said in a warning voice. 

“Yes, baby?” he answered, ignoring the looks Sirius and Remus were sending him.

“What are you not telling me?” you asked him. 

But the boy stayed silent. 

“Jamie,” you took a step towards him, your hands on his chest as you looked up at him with a pout and you knew you had him where you wanted him.

“Prongs,” Remus grumbled in a warning voice.

But you were looking up at him with wide eyes and his self-control was practically non-existent with you.

“His hands were all over you!” James eventually blurted out. 

“One job,” Sirius grumbled behind you.

Your brows furrowed together. “What?” 

“His hands were all over you!” James repeated with a slightly whiny sigh. “Only we should be able to touch you like that.” 

Realisation dawned on you and you couldn’t help but snort as you glanced at all three of your boys. “You’re all jealous.” 

“No, we aren’t—” 

“Yeah, we are.” 

Both boys glared at James.

“Awww, my boys,” you cooed with a smile before patting James’ chest. “Don’t worry, you’re the only boys for me. Three is more than enough, I don’t need four. Now, c’mon, you big babies. Let’s go home.”

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[dolcefiente]

Dead Poets Society. 📖

10/10

— The damn tears… I can’t remember the last time i cried that much. It was absolutely beautiful. Literally made me into poetry. I’m reading and writing poetry. The impact this movie had on me is crazy. I wish i could forget about it and rewatch it again and again.

— At first, i was so hyped up! These boys were going to have such beautiful minds and hearts, they were going to have meaningful conversation. Mr. Keating was a wonderful teacher and the boys were so lucky to have him. I bet those lessons made every other student’s school life a lot more interesting and fun aswell. Made me wish i had someone to inspire me like him.

— This part was 🔛🔝.

— Amazing cinematography, amazing lighting, amazing cast, amazing script, amazing storyline, amazing actors… It felt as if they were actually living their normal lives in that school everyday. I loved every scene and absorbed it carefully.

— These two made me giggle so much. As someone who’s dealing with anxiety, i can say that we all need a neil in out lives. Because the guy inside us keeps us away from a lot of things and someone promosing us that ‘it’s going to be okay’ affects so much than you can guess. Even if that person doesn’t really do much, we feel relieved that someone actually cares our state of minds. That takes most the weight off of us.

— After i finished the movie, i scrolled through my socials and people were also crazy about these two. I didn’t really considered them as lovers but it’s one way to look at it i guess. 😅

— As the movie continued, i started feeling anxious and my guts didn’t fail me again. Neil’s death was a trauma for all but Todd & Mr. Keating the most. Losing such a person that ruled the people with kindness and the leader who never asked but always needed of course made people feel empty. But losing your roommate who checked up if you’re doing fine, convinced you to do as you wish, promised to take care of you is just… So upsetting that i had to pause and cry.

— Also FUCK Cameron for what he did. He always felt uneasy with the group and tried getting along anyway. Then ruined everything as if it was his own and everyone began to feeling depressed. Mr. Keating opened eyes and Cameron had no right to poke his annoying ass in them. I hope he becomes whatever he wants to be but never seen in daylight ever again. Mr. Keating was a captain to all.

— Todd’s poem, Neil’s play and failed confession, boys running to the woods to read their silly poems and every other scene was filmed so beautifully. Every single one of them had meanings behind them and i enjoyed all.

— Everyone should watch DPS before it’s too late to feel silly things in your stomach for reading beautiful writings. Watch it before you grow up as adults.

🎬,, Oh captain, my captain. You will be missed. (Rest in peace Robin Williams.)”

[callsign-dexter]

From Fear to Family

Request: hi, could I pretty please request a Maverick x adopted daughter for my birthday on Monday? I was wondering if maybe sometime after the mission Maverick decided that since rooster is all grown up and doesn’t “need” him anymore he missed the feeling of being needed so he adopted a little girl, maybe 3-5, but in her short life she has had people let her down so she doesn’t trust people and she is very skittish/shy. She tries to avoid anything that has to do with trusting Maverick, like maybe the adoption place told Maverick she doesn’t let anyone hold her  and Mav is a little worried that she will never come around but maybe she gets hurt or has a nightmare or literally anything that would be a big deal for a little kid and ends up letting her guard down and trusting Maverick. After deciding that she could trust Maverick she just became this whole new child (she is playful and silly and is mavericks little shadow all day everyday). She is starting to trust him more and more and she even let Mav hold her  (you know, the little kid way, the sleepy walk and the arms in the air) and she fell asleep on his shoulder. 

this is totally your choice and there is no pressure. Sorry about the massive word dump!!

Pairings: Maverick x Adopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry to the anon that sent this in for their birthday for getting it out so late. Happy belated birthday and I hope you enjoy it!

When the mission was over and The Daggers became an official squad, he felt like something was missing from his life. He would go home to an empty house and it honestly made him sad, before he was barely home and he was training the pilots and that kept him busy. He and Bradley had patched their relationship but he was grown he wanted someone that needed him. He was out with The Daggers but found himself at the bar where Penny was. He watched over his squad and sighed and Penny took notice of this. “What’s wrong Pete?” She asked.

“Now that the mission is over and we’re an official squad, I come home to an empty quiet house. It just makes me sad.” He admitted and Penny nodded and listened.

“Have you ever considered adopting?” She asked

“Well yes but what happens when I’m deployed somewhere?” He asked, looking at her and she smiled.

“I’ll look after them.” She said with a smile and he knew she was being serious.

“I don't even know how to start the process.” Maverick said

“I'll help you.” Penny said and smiled and put a hand on his and he nodded and smiled.

“Thank you, Penny. Really.” He said and she smiled.

“I'll always help you when you need it. Come by the house tomorrow for lunch and we'll see what it takes.” She said and he smiled and nodded. She then turned and started to tend to her other customers. The rest of the night went smoothly. Maverick was in a better mood thinking about having a child depending on him. He joined the rest of The Daggers and ended the night with a smile.

Maverick was up early the next morning, which was a Saturday, he still had several hours before he had to be over at Penny's. Maverick walked into the second room next to his. His house had three rooms in total, all upstairs. He looked around it and it was a mess. There would be no way they would let him have a kid with it looking like this. So, he decided to start cleaning that room and the house. He wanted this; he wanted a kid. 

Before Maverick knew it, it was already 11:30 AM and he only knew this because he had looked at his watch. He had been so busy cleaning and hyping himself up he just didn't pay attention to the time. He put on his shoes and grabbed his keys and stopped to look around and smiled. It was clean, spotless, deep cleaned even all he could think about was how Carole would be so happy. She had always gone on about how messy Maverick was and well Goose was too but she was always cleaning up after him but she wouldn't have had it any other way. But if those two boys were left alone for the weekend or any length of time you can bet that everything would be a mess. You would think two Navy men who were conditioned to keep everything clean would and they did on base but not in their homes or hotel rooms. Maverick chuckled and turned around and headed out the door. 

Maverick was quick to arrive at Penny’s and he knocked on the door and she let him in. “So, I’ve been doing a lot of research and it seems like it is easy to become an adopter.” She spoke.

“Hello to you too.” Maverick chuckled.

“So first you need to make a choice of which agency you want to adopt from. Get in contact with them and have them do a home study, give them what you're looking for in a child, once you find the right one let the agency know, and then you have to wait to hear back that you’ve been selected. Then you’re going to meet the child and then they’ll be placed in your care.” Penny said and all of this overwhelmed Maverick but he was ready, he wanted this. 

“I’m ready for this.” Maverick said and Penny smiled.

“I know you are.” She spoke

Over the next few days, he researched the agencies and found the one he liked. He got into contact with them and they set up a time to come out and look at the house. The day came and a nice woman came to the door. “Hi! I’m Bailey! I’m from the adoption agency.” Bailey said.

“Hi, welcome. Please come in.” He said with a smile.

“This is a nice place you have here.” She said and she smiled.

“Thank you.” He said 

“What is it that you do for a living?” She asked, looking around.

“I’m a Captain in the Navy. Naval aviator.” He said and she nodded and took note.

“When you’re deployed are you going to have someone looking after the child?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, Penny Benjamin. She’s a longtime friend of mine.” He said and she nodded her head and made note of that. 

“Do you mind showing me around?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Of course.” He said and started to give her the tour. The house was spotless and the backyard was huge and fenced in. Once that was over, they came back into the kitchen.

“I’m gonna say this is a very nice place you got here Mr. Mitchell.” She said

“Please call me Maverick.” He said “Mr. Mitchell was my father.” He added and she smiled.

“Very well Maverick.” She said “We have a meet and greet coming up in the park tomorrow. Come out and meet the children you may find the perfect one.” Said and he smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to be there.” He said and she smiled and then bid him a goodbye and she was on her way.

 The next day he got up and prepared to go to the meet and greet. The house still stayed absolutely spotless and then he was out the door. He decided to take his Jeep, figuring it would look better than a motorcycle. He pulled up and parked close to the front. He got out and headed to the tent to get out of the blistering heat for just a moment. Bailey had spotted him “Maverick! Hi! I’m so glad you could make it.” She said and he smiled.

“I really want to find a kid. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He said and she smiled.

“I love to hear that. Start mingling and you might just connect with someone.” She said and he smiled and she was off. He stood there for a minute and decided to walk around. He played with kids but none of them connected with him. He was about to give up hope when he spotted a little girl, you, sitting alone and he felt saddened he walked over to you and sat down. You looked up and smiled but went back to what you were doing. 

“What is your name?” He asked softly and that shocked you.

“Y/N.” You said quietly.

“Don’t you wanna go and play with the others?” He asked and you shook your head.

“They make fun of me.” You said 

“Why do they do that?” He asked, you shrugged.

“I don’t fit in.” You said quietly. He knew that feeling. 

“What do you got there?” He asked clearly seeing the item.

“Y/F/B (your favorite book).” You said and smiled.

“That one is my favorite.” He said and you looked up at him wide eyed.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Y/N come on it's time to go.” Bailey said and he notice you frown but nod and he felt that connection

“Bailey.” Maverick said getting up and Bailey stopped and turned to him making sure she got to another person safely.

“Yes, Maverick?” She asked

“What’s Y/N’s story?” He asked 

“It’s a sad one. Her dad was a Naval Aviator and her mom a Navy SEAL both killed in action. She came to us shortly after. She’s been to foster home to foster home but nothing has stuck.” Bailey said and Maverick knew you were the one for him. “She’s been shy and skittish ever since.” She added.

“I wanna adopt her.” Maverick said watching you shy away from the caretaker.

“Really?” She asked excitedly and Maverick nodded “That is great news! I can’t wait to get the paperwork started and tell her.” She said “I’ll be in touch.” She said and he nodded and then she was off. Maverick watched her tell you the news and you looked back at him and he smiled. He was gonna finally have a child.

Over the next few days Maverick was in contact with the agency and was changing information with them. He was anxious but excited. He wanted to tell the team but knew it was too early and jinx himself. The only person that knew was Penny and that was because she had been a contact person for the agency.

It was a couple of weeks later that he heard from them and said that the process was a success and that he had been selected to adopt you. He was stunned that he was left speechless and that was very unlike the man. He had already met and visited you at the park and he absolutely fell in love with you. There was no way he was going to back down from this now. 

Today was the day. You were finally going to live with him. He was finally going to have a kid. You had arrived in front of a nice-looking house and it had an American Flag flying on a flagpole in the front yard and you smiled. Bailey pulled up next to a motorcycle and a Jeep and you grew curious. She got out and then you got out. She was talking to you but it was the same speech that you’ve heard a thousand times and have grown bored and used to it. You both walked up to the front door and she rang the doorbell and in an instant the man known as Maverick opened the door and he smiled “Y/N!” He said excitedly “I’m so glad you’re here. Bailey, thank you for bringing her.” He added and she smiled at you yet to say a word.

“I’m so glad to be here.” Bailey said and he moved aside.

“Please come in.” He said and so you did the house smelt like chocolate and sugar cookies, a scent that you had grown up with until the tragic accident landing you in foster care. You explored the kitchen, staying put not wanting to wonder off as Maverick and Bailey talked. Soon Bailey was leaving after giving you the ‘behave and if you need anything call’ speech. Now it was just you and Maverick alone. “Is there anything you want to do?” Maverick asked and you just shook your head. “Do you wanna go and see your room?” He asked and you nodded. He went over to try and pick you up and you flinched away and of course that broke his heart but he understood it. Maverick led the way to your room which was just two doors down from his. He showed you where the bathroom and everything was. “Do you want to help me unpack your clothing?” He asked and you nodded and he smiled. He set your suitcase on the bed and unzipped it and began to put things away. He asked you if you wanted anything in a specific order but you just shrugged. 

You being distant from Maverick went on for a full 2 weeks. He wanted to introduce you to everyone but he was wanting you to get to know him and him to know you first. Normally this would frustrate other people but he knew to be patient and you would come around when you felt like it was the right time. He didn’t want to rush anything so he took it day by day and you really appreciated that. 

Everything changed one night and that event caused you to open up to him full heartedly. 

It was summer so that meant that you didn’t have to go school and the Cyclone had given Maverick some time off. Maverick had just woken up and was getting ready for the day and he kept thinking about what he was going to do with you. He thought about taking you to the beach or the park or just staying in. When he was done, he went and checked on you to find you awake and sitting up in bed looking at him. “Hey there, Sweetheart.” He said as he walked in. You just stared at him, your eyes showing the unsureness. “Wanna do anything today?” He asked and you just shrugged your shoulders. “Wanna go to the beach?” He asked and your eyes lit up and he smiled. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked and you shook your head and he smiled and nodded. “Ok. I’ll be close if you do need anything.” He said.

“Ok.” You said quietly and he smiled. He was overjoyed on the inside but he didn’t show it on the outside. He walked away and cracked the door. He stayed nearby and grabbed some stuff out of the closet and grabbed the sunscreen out of the bathroom when you walked out. 

“Want me to help you brush your teeth and do your hair?” He asked and you once again lit up.

“Please.” You said and he smiled. He helped you do both of those things and then he was packing a bag for both of you and then he walked into the kitchen and you followed. You watched him make food and drinks and put them in a cooler. When he was done, he smiled.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and so he helped you in the car and in your car, seat making little to no contact. Once that was done, he got into the driver’s side and you both were headed to the beach.

You guys arrived at the beach and thankfully it was empty. Maverick was quick to park and got out and helped you. He then grabbed the bag, towels, and cooler. You both walked onto the beach and he found a perfect spot. You watched as he set up and then he set down and you went off, but not very far away, and played. He watched you and you smiled and he loved that smile. He found that you don't like being touched much unless it was absolutely necessary. You had started to get hungry so you hesitantly walked up to him and he smiled up at you. “Hungry.” You said in a quiet voice and he smiled and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you and some goldfish. You took them and scurried off out of reach but on the towel and under the umbrella that he had also carried down. As you were eating he started to get your drink out and hand it to you. You finished your food and drink and then you played a little bit more in the sand not daring to go into the water. Soon it was time to go home.

When you got home you and he changed into something more comfortable. You had spent a total of three hours out there and no matter how much sunscreen was put on you, you still got a little sun on your face. Maverick got started on dinner while you played in the living room in eyesight. You played mostly by yourself not wanting any help and not expecting any help. You were playing with something when it broke and instead of crying or asking for help you just put it to the side and that made Maverick frown. He walked over and sat on the couch “Can I help you fix it?” He asked you and you looked at him and didn't say anything but your eyes showed an internal battle. He slowly nodded your head.

“Please.” You said quietly and he smiled and took the toy and you watched him fix it. You watched amazed and he smiled. He fixed It and held it out to you which you hesitantly took it back. “Thank you.” You said quietly and he smiled.

“You're very much welcome.” He said and then you were back to playing quietly and he watched for a few minutes until the oven went off. He got the food out of the oven and then he was plating it for dinner, he cut yours up to get it to cool down quicker.

“Y/N/N supper is ready.” He said and he watched you put down your toys and walk to the dinner table. You got up in the chair and picked up a fork “Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded. Once it was cooled off supper was quickly eaten and then he was helping giving you a bath watching incase you needed help. After a bath you brushed your teeth and headed off to bed. “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said not really expecting a response. He cracked your door and you were out like a light. He sighed as he went back and started to tidy up and get ready for bed. Once ready he laid down and fell asleep.

“DADDY!” You screamed out, wrenching the sleep from Maverick and making him jerk up right. He quickly sat up and looked around thinking that he misheard. “DADDY!” You yelled again and that had him jumping out of bed and racing over to your room. You had been sitting up tears racing down your face which had him racing over to you.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He asked, wanting to touch you but didn't know if you wanted it. You began sobbing and he hesitantly gathered you in his arms and he was shocked when you curled into him.

“Bad dream.” You sobbed into his chest clinging to his shirt. His heart broke. 

“Shhhh, it's ok. I've got you.” He said running a hand over your head. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked and you stayed silent.

“You left me like momma and daddy did.” You said into his chest and his heart broke.

“I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.” He told you and from that point on you knew you could trust him and open up.

A week after that nightmare you were like any normal 4-year-old. You opened up to him a lot more. Since that night you hadn't called Maverick dad but he wasn't gonna rush you into it. Since you were a lot more comfortable around him, he decided to introduce you to new people. 

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At first it was Penny and you absolutely adored her and saw her many times. When you were first introduced to her you were hesitant and she understood that. Maverick had been keeping her updated on everything and she knew you were shy and knew not to push. He had been wanting to introduce you to her The Daggers for some time but wanted you to get settled first. 

Both you and Maverick were sitting at the table eating lunch. “I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. She’s really nice and has a kid of her own. You'll really like her.” He said looking at you gauging your reaction and at first you looked hesitant but then you smiled.

“Ok.” You said looking at him and he smiled.

“We can have her over for dinner if you want or we can go and meet her.” He said giving you an option and you pulled a face that you've seen him pull when he was thinking.

“Dinner.” You said taking a bite of food while nodding and he smiled.

“Dinner it is.” He chuckled as you returned your attention back to your food, he quickly sent a text to her and she quickly replied saying she would love to. For the rest of the day, he played games and got dinner ready with your help and you followed him around everywhere. “What do you want for dinner? We can have burgers or pizza.” He asked.

“Burgers!” You said excitedly and he chuckled. The both of you got dinner ready to be cooked and then it was time for Penny to come over.  She knocked on the door and Maverick went and opened it with you right behind him. 

“Hey!” He said when he opened and saw Penny “Come on in.” He added and you hid behind his leg. 

“Hey, Maverick and Y/N.” She said you grew curious as to how she knew your name and came out but stayed glued to Maverick she waved at you. You shyly waved at her. 

“Hi.” You said shyly and she smiled.

“I'm Penny. I love your hair.” She said talking about hair style and you smiled.

“Daddy did it!” You said excitedly and you came out of hiding. Maverick froze with wide eyes but smiling, that was the first time since the nightmare you called him that and you did it without hesitation. Penny smiled at him, you hadn't seen his face because of your excitement.

From that point on she was your new best friend. You excitedly told her about stuff and bounced around like any normal 4-year-old would. Maverick smiled and watched you. 

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Then he introduced you to Bradley a week later and you two just seemed to click right away. Bradley had needed to ask Maverick something and asked him if he could come over and he said yes and that he wanted him to meet someone. Bradley was curious about who it was, Did he have finally have a girlfriend? was running through his head as he drove to Maverick’s house and pulled into his driveway. Maverick had told you that you were going to meet someone close to him and you just nodded unsure. He knew you would be like this while meeting everyone and he understood. 

Bradley walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. You both had been on the couch and you looked up at him and he smiled. He got up and so did you. After the nightmare you had stuck to him like a shadow. Maverick answered the door and Bradley smiled. “Hey, Mav.” Bradley said.

“Hey.” He said and hugged him and when they released, he looked down at you and knelt down. “Y/N this Bradley. You've heard me talk about him.” He said and you nodded and looked at him and he looked familiar. You studied him and then took off somewhere and Bradley raised an eyebrow and stood up and Maverick shrugged and let him in and then shut the door. After a few minutes you came back with a picture in your hands. You looked at it and then back at Bradley and then your face lit up. 

“You look like Uncle Goose!” You exclaimed and that made them both smile and Bradley looked at Maverick with tears in and shock ok his face.

“You told her about Dad?” He asked and Maverick nodded.

“Of course. She loves hearing stories about our adventures, don't ya?” He asked, looking at you and you nodded enthusiastically. “This is his son.” He said your eyes widened. You ran up to Bradley and he bent down and you threw your arms around him and hugged him. After that introduction it was nonstop chatter. Bradley did finally ask Mav his question after you fell asleep and were put into the bed. 

Maverick walked Bradley to the door and he stopped and turned to his pseudo father “You have a good kid there.” He said and Maverick smiled and nodded.

“She was so shy at first and wouldn't let me touch unless I needed to or help her.” He said 

“What changed?” Bradley asked 

“She had a nightmare and I walked in and she was sitting up and crying. She clung to me and told me what happened and everything changed after that, she became a normal 4-year-old. She was calling out daddy too. She hadn't done it since until she met Penny and she said that she liked her hair and she just smiled and said that ‘Daddy did it.’” Maverick gushed and Bradley smiled, finally seeing him happy. 

“She's a sweet kid.” Bradley said and he nodded. “When are you gonna introduce her to the rest of The Daggers?” He asked.

“She seems more comfortable here. So, I was thinking of having a cookout next weekend.” Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He said

They talked more until Bradley left. Maverick went and checked up on you one more time before going to bed himself.

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Maverick wasn’t expecting to introduce you to Bob so early but it had just happened. Maverick and you had needed to run to the grocery store one day. He had gotten you out of your car seat and you immediately asked to be picked up and he quickly picked you up. He carried you into the grocery store and got a cart and put you in the basket. As you were shopping around and he was getting you stuff, him stuff, and food he spotted someone familiar. As he got closer, he saw that it was Bob. “Hey, Bob.” Maverick said and he turned around.

“Hey, Maverick.” He said smiling and looked at you.

“Who is this little one?” He asked 

“This is my daughter, Y/N.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and you waved shyly and he chuckled, you reminded him a lot of himself.

“I adopted her.” He said and he smiled.

“That is really awesome. She actually looks like you.” He said and Maverick smiled.

“I guess she does. I haven’t really paid attention to it. I’m just happy to have her in my life.” Maverick said

“I like your glasses.” You said randomly and that had both men smiling.

“Thank you.” He said and you smiled and looked down while playing with the strap. 

“Do you have a favorite animal?” You suddenly asked.

“I do!” He said just as excitedly. Maverick stood back and watched the interaction, happy that you were comfortable around him.

“What is it?” You asked 

“It's a wolf.” Bob said smiling as your eyes went wide and you looked at Maverick then back to him.

“So is mine!” You squealed excitedly. 

The two men talked more and then you departed from him and continued shopping.

“I like him.” You said looking up at Maverick and he smiled.

“I like him too.” Maverick said 

He had a feeling you and Bob were going to be great friends. You two were so similar in many ways.

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The next weekend rolled around. Maverick was ordered to come back to work so he had you stay with Penny. He had gone to the store before coming to pick you up. When he got there the both of you were outside playing in the yard. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound of the Jeep and looked up and smiled as he got out “Daddy!” You yelled and ran to him and he bent down and ran into his arms.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Did you have a good day?” He asked and you nodded.

“We played outside.” You said as you released him and tugged him over to Penny to see what you were doing and you proudly showed off what you had been doing.

“That's so good!” He exclaimed excitedly and you looked up at him with wide eyes filled with adoration.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded and Penny chuckled as she came back out with your stuff. 

“Yes really. You draw better than I do.” He said and tickled you and you giggled and then you went back to doing what you were doing. “How was she?” He asked Penny and she smiled.

“So fun. Not that shy little girl you told me about the first time.” She said and he smiled.

“We're having a cookout this weekend to let her get to know the rest of The Daggers. You should come.” He said “Bring Ameila too.” He added and she smiled.

“We'll be there. What time?” She asked

“Around noon. Probably won't eat until 2 or later.” He said and she nodded.

“She had a nap around 2 today.” She said and he smiled and nodded and then he turned to you. 

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and got up and hugged Penny and said bye to her and then skipped off to the Jeep. Penny said bye to Maverick and walked to the Jeep. He helped you in and then you were heading home. You excitedly told him about your day and smiled and listened and replied when he needed to. Soon you were home he helped you out and you walked with him into the house as he put your bag down. He started to get dinner ready and you pulled over a chair and watched him and helped him out when you could and when he would let you. After it was all done and cooked you both sat down to eat. After supper he had you go change and then you both settled down to watch a movie it was 8:00 PM and you started to settle down. 30 minutes into the movie and you were out. He smiled and picked you and carried you to your room, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said.

“Love you too, Daddy.” You mumbled and rolled over and that brought tears to his eyes. He got ready for bed after cleaning up and tidying up and he fell asleep crying happy tears.

The next day arrived and you were up bright and early for no real reason. You had gotten out of bed and wandered into Maverick’s room and climbed up in his bed. He had heard you and felt the bed dip. “What are you doing, Sweetheart?” He asked which made you squeal.

“Up, Daddy. Up.” You said and started pushing him. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock and they bugged out of his head it was 6 AM. 

“It's too early to be up. You need to sleep a little bit longer.” He said and you shook your head. “Wanna sleep with me?” He asked your eyes lit up and nodded and he chuckled and pulled back the covers “Alright get in.” He said and you quickly got into and snuggled into his chest, the warmth surrounded you and you were fast to sleep. Once he knew you were asleep, he fell back to sleep smiling. When it was the proper time to wake up you did and you smiled at him. You both got up and he got both and himself changed and ready for the day. “You're gonna meet 5 new people. If you feel overwhelmed that's ok, I'll be here with you and so will Bradley and Penny. Ok?” He asked as he looked at you and fed you breakfast and you nodded and smiled.

“Ok.” You said and turned back to your food. When breakfast was over, he started to clean up and you had skipped off somewhere to play but you were still in eyesight. If only Carole and Goose could see him now with a kid they would be smiling. He played some with you and then he did some house cleaning, it wouldn't be the first time that The Daggers were over. He looked around and looked at how everything had changed from it looking like a single person living there to looking like a father and daughter living there, toys were scattered around inside and outside and art from you hung on the fridge. He was so focused on taking the very welcoming sight that he didn't see you fall on the concrete outside, the only thing that snapped him out of it was you crying. He looked over and panicked seeing you on the ground crying he was quick to get over to you. He was quick to pick you up and you buried your face into his neck as you sobbed and through your tiny arms around his neck. 

“Shhhh you're ok. It's gonna be ok.” He said trying to soothe you by rubbing your back. He kept soothing you until your tears turned to hiccups. “Let me see.” He said and you reluctantly undid your face and he saw tear tracks down your cheeks and his heart broke. You undid your arms and showed him your hands. You were still sniffling “It's ok. We can easily take care of this. Let's go and clean it.” He said and you nodded and he headed inside and set you on the counter. He had you lean over and wash your hands with soap and water and the dried them “Almost done.” He said and then he took them and kissed them “Now all better?” He asked and you nodded he smiled and started to put you down but you clung to him. “Want me to hold for a little bit?” He asked and you nodded still clearly upset and he smiled “Ok. I will.” He said as he held you and did more stuff around the house. It was 11:50 AM when you finally asked to be put down and he did so. You walked off and started to play around with toys around making sure to not make it too messy.

12 PM arrived first it was Penny and Amelia. “Hey guys!” Penny said and they both smiled when you ran over to her and wanted her to pick you up.

“Penny!” She yelled and hugged her and then you saw Amelia.

“Y/N this is my daughter Amelia.” Penny said and Amelia waved at you and you waved back and asked to be put down. Penny put you down as Amelia got down on your level. 

“Hi, do you like princesses?” She asked and your eyes lit up and you nodded and she smiled “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked and you nodded and she leaned to your ear “I do too.” She said and you squealed and grabbed her hand and led her to your room. Maverick smiled at the interaction.

“She’s such a sweet little girl.” Penny said and he nodded.

“That she is.” Maverick said as they walked further into the house. Soon after they had arrived Bradley and Jake arrived and Maverick let them in. 

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley said at the same time as Jake said “Hey, Pops.” Jake said and hugged him as well. As soon as you heard Bradley’s voice you came flying out of the room.

“Bradley!” You yelled and his reflexes kicked and caught you when you leaped for him.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Bradley said and hugged him. “Y/N this is Jake.” He introduced Jake and he smiled.

“Hi.” He said and waved and you waved back at him shyly. She was just unsure about him. 

“It’s ok. He saved your dad and I.” Bradley said and then you smiled and became yourself again. You wiggled and he put you down and you skipped off to Penny.

“When did you get a kid?” He asked 

“I adopted her a few weeks ago.” Maverick said “She lost both of her parts to the Navy.” He said and everything clicked for the boys. While they were standing there a knock was heard and he opened it. It was Mickey, Javy, and Ruben. They all greeted each other and walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” You screeched “Save me!” You giggled as Ameila came chasing you and he picked you up.

“Dang, you got to base.” Amelia giggled and then said hi to the boys.

“Y/N, this is Mickey.” He said

“As in Mickey Mouse?” You asked wide eyed and Mickey chuckled but nodded and screeched.

“This is Javy and Ruben.” He finished and you waved at them excitedly, you were doing so much better than what he anticipated. Just then the doorbell rang. “Do you want to go with me to get that?” Maverick asked you nodded and he walked off with you.

“He’s such a good dad.” Javy said 

“He really is.” Mickey replied

“She’s so adorable.” Ruben said and everyone agreed with that.

Maverick opened the door and revealed to Natasha “Hey, Nat. This is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha.” Maverick and she waved.

“You’re pretty.” You said and she smiled.

“So are you.” She replied back and you blushed and hid your face. “She’s adorable, Mav.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, she is.” He said and he let her in and then set you down when you wanted to be down and then scampered off while rounding the guys up and roping them into playing some type of game.

“Bob is on his way; he has to stop and do something.” Nat already said knowing his question. 

“Nat!” You yelled and she looked over at you and you waved her over.

“Looks like I’m being summoned.” She chuckled and left, leaving Maverick to watch his little girl run and be active while wrapping grownups and a teenager around your finger. Penny was on the side setting food and drinks when the doorbell rang and he went to open it. 

“Hey, Bob.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Sorry I was late. I wanted to get something for her.” Bob said 

“You didn’t have to do that.” Maverick said 

“I wanted to.” Bob said and Maverick sighed there was no winning here. You looked up and saw Bob.

“Bob!” You screeched and ran to him giving everyone enough time to break since you were distracted. They loved playing with you but they needed a break. They didn’t have the same energy as you, well maybe Ameila did but that’s different.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and bent down and hugged you “I got something for you.” He said and your eyes widened.

“You do?” You asked and he nodded and brought his hand from behind his back. It was a stuffed wolf “I do.” He said giving it to you and you had the brightest smile on your face and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much!” You said and then scampered off to the rest of the group to show off your pretty wolf as Bob got up.

“You really didn't have to do that but I appreciate it.” Maverick said and Bob smiled.

“Really it was nothing. I saw earlier and had to get her it.” He said and Maverick smiled as they walked to join the rest. The incident that happened before everyone got there was long forgotten. 

The cookout was really fun and you were getting tons of energy out while you carried the wolf around. “Daddy, can you hold Simba?” You asked and he smiled.

“Of course.” He said and took it gently and sat on his lap. Of course, you would name the wolf Simba since that was your favorite movie for the time being and who knows it might change. 

“Thank you.” You said and scampered off to where Bradley and Jake were waiting for you to play. You continued to play as supper was being made and every now and then you would come and get a drink and then were right back at it. Around 5 PM food was ready.

“Supper is ready!” Maverick hollered out. “Y/N!” He yelled out and you looked up and he waved you in and you scampered over to him with everyone trailing behind. He had already gotten you a plate and had you sit down and eat while everyone else got food and sat where they wanted. As the food disappeared and everyone lazed around you started to rub your eyes and yawn. Maverick had been talking to Bradley, Jake, and Javy when you came up to him. 

“I think someone is tired.” Jake said and pointed at you as you walked over to Maverick arms up, hand holding Simba. He smiled and picked you up, you snuggled into him and laid your head on his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly as you clung to Simba and you were out like a light.

“I think you all wore her out.” Maverick chuckled

“More like she wore us out.” Bradley chuckled and everyone agreed. 

“She's a wonderful kid.” Jake said 

“She's lucky to have you.” Javy added and Maverick smiled.

“Thank you, guys. She's been a major help since the mission. She keeps my mind occupied.” Maverick said and they smiled. 

Soon people began to filter out around 9 PM, of course you were tired. They said their goodbyes and comments about you and that just made Maverick smile. He was so glad they approved of you and took you in like you were family. Penny and Amelia were next to last to leave after Maverick insisted that they didn't need to stick around and help besides Bradley said he would and wasn't going to take no for an answer. “I'll start cleaning up while you go and put her down.” Bradley and Maverick nodded as he headed upstairs to your room. When he got there, he pushed the door open and walked in laying you down and quickly getting you changed. He tucked you into bed and you woke up a little bit.

“Daddy?” You asked sleepily.

“Shhhh, it's ok. go Back to sleep.” He said and you nodded and snuggled Simba and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and let up “Goodnight, I love you, Sweetheart.” He said and stood up.

“Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.” You said and that brought tears into his eyes as he smiled and cracked your door. He walked back downstairs Bradley looked up and grew a little concerned. 

“Are you ok? Is Y/N, ok?” He asked and Maverick smiled and nodded as tears fell.

“I'm ok. She's ok. We’re both ok.” Maverick said Bradley nodded and continued to clean while Maverick helped. Maverick was finally happy and that empty spot in his heart was finally filled. Everything was perfect. As they cleaned, he kept smiling and thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you. When Bradley finally left it was around 11 PM. He locked the door and the back door and closed the curtains. As he exited each room, he turned lights off and walked upstairs and checked in on you one more time and smiled when you had turned and was snuggling Simba. He then left for his room, got ready for bed and climbed in. He fell asleep quickly knowing you were safe. 

Goose and Carole were looking down on him and smiled. “He's happy. He's finally happy.” Carole said.

“He just needed someone and he found that person.” Goose said 

“She looks so happy with him.” Your mother, Samantha Dakota, said with tears in her eyes.

“She's grown so much. She has warmed up to him quicker than I thought.” Your father, Blake Dakota, said hugging his crying wife. 

“You must be her parents.” Carole said, looking at them and they nodded.

“You have such a wonderful girl.” Goose said “So polite.” He said and they smiled. 

“I hate that we left her so soon.” Blake said and Goose smiled.

“I get it. I left Bradley when he was 2.” Goose said and they looked at him “Maverick, the man that adopted your daughter, was my pilot. We got stuck in jet wash and went into a flat spin and I ejected and hit my head.” He said and their hearts broke and Caroles's heart all over again. “He blamed himself and I think having Y/N in his life has finally let him get past that.” He said and they nodded as they watched you sleep.

“We were both on a mission and I was Naval Aviator and got shot down and couldn't eject.” Blake said 

“I got shot trying to save a little girl.” Samantha said

“Oh, you poor things.” Carole said and put a hand over her heart.

“Is she going to be, ok?” Samantha asked and Carole nodded.

“She's gonna be perfect. Maverick is a good person. He may have been wild in his younger years but he has settled down. She'll never forget you both.” Carole said smiling and they smiled.

“I'm just glad she's calling him dad.” Blake said

“You'll always be her dad and she knows that. She's not replacing you.” Goose said, reassuring him. That put them at ease. They continued to watch over you both. You were in good hands and that's all they cared about. 

You and Maverick were finally happy.

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Taichi Yagami's clothing style - a meta analysis

@firedragon1321 I didn't plan to write as much of a meta post for Taichi's fashion evolution through the years, since I don't have the time to collect all the evidence like I did with Koushirou - but I still believe that there is an underlying theme for him too, so I want to briefly summarize it.

Notable themes and reoccurring elements:

Comfort AND function - layered and sporty: There is no exaggeration when I say that Taichi Yagami is a sports nut/nerd. While it was never outright confirmed, I am pretty sure that OG!Taichi is wearing a football jersey, since it HEAVILY reminds me of an Arsenal FC jersey that I used to wear myself. Of course, there are also the headband and the wrist band, which are usually associated with sporty activities. And it makes sense, because he loves football, right? Overall, his style throughout Adventure and 02 in particular can be summarized as depicted above; similarly to Koushirou, he wears wide, comfy clothes that provide him with a lot of space for (adventurous) movement. Our boy also likes to wear layers (two shirts, a shirt and a button-down, a tracksuit and a coat, you name it), which is rather practical when you ARE physically active and have to get rid of a layer. And again, his need for maximum comfort is also displayed in the way he wears his 02 school uniform in a very loose way - shirt tugged out, no tie, blazer open. Then of course there is the fact that he NEVER wears anything other than sneakers through the course of the entire series.

The colour "dark blue": I still believe that Tri is the only part of the entire series that broke the pattern, but seriously - can you imagine Taichi Yagami NOT wearing the colour dark blue? Because I can't. There is no doubt that blue is - in complementing contrast to his signature colour orange - his favourite colour and it reflects in +90% of his outfits in Adventure, 02 and Kizuna.

Goggles & stars: The goggles are a given at this point and, unfortunately, Tri onwards didn't really put that much emphasis on it, but from age 7 to 15, you would NOT see the boy wear anything that doesn't include at least ONE star in his ensemble. (Fun fact: Mimi picked that habit up in 02 and Tri too.) He likes arrows too, but those are not as common.

Interesting changes/things to point out:

I don't think anybody would dare calling Taichi fashion-savvy in the usual sense and, honestly speaking, I found the paw/claw print on his 02 coat rather silly when I was a kid... But speaking as an adult from the year 2024, I can now confidently say that this coat was one of the most amazing pieces he has ever worn and I actually miss that kind of extravagant attitude in him in Tri onwards. (Plus, it implies that, just like Hikari, Taichi is a cat enthusiast and I will always support that.)

Speaking of Tri; his general style has not changed, he still likes to wear his layers (which can be seen in his winter uniform in particular, because he is the only male character who wears the blazer AND the vest), but he has at least added a (loosely worn) tie for a glimpse of seriousness. He has added a few more colours to his ensemble (which can be witnessed more in his concept and promotional art, but EVERYBODY is more experimental AND more interesting in promo art!!!). Some notable outfits in Tri include yellow and actual orange, but again, I highly recommend checking out all the promo art, because it's really great.

Then we get to Kizuna - and while I would say that the majority of character designs for Kizuna were rather safe, Taichi is probably one of the biggest offenders there, because - all the sporty swag that was mentioned above has somehow blended into very... Ordinary clothes. And I feel like this was an intentional choice: Yes, I am glad our boy is still wearing layers and that blue is still his favourite colour - and I am pretty sure the blandness of his everyday outfits is meant to reflect his inner turmoil of feeling like he HAS to play a role as a "performative adult" who struggles with uni, hates his part time job (where he also has to wear something that isn't REALLY him), has a tiny flat with only beer in the fridge and bland heteronormative p*rn hidden underneath his bed. I must also say that the short-sleeved hoodie in the final part of the movie made him look much younger than he is - which may actually also be a nod to him having to juggle his adult self with his younger self and find an appropriate balance (and if you want to go all out on pretentious symbolism, you'll say that the blue-white-black striped shirt he wore was a metaphor of him trying not to turn to the dark side aka, succumbing to Neverland. I mean, the left side is black, thus basically symbolizing his heart being covered by darkness; while the right side is blue - his favourite colour - and white, the light side so to speak...). So by the end, when he seems to be getting more into politics, I feel like he is already getting back on track (and I only cling to that idea because he is seen wearing his shirt rather casually without a tie - but hey, baby steps are small steps too!)

Last but not least, there is The Beginning: And one thing I immediately want to point out is that I LOVE the colours he chose - because that gives you a hint of him getting back on track. That blue suit is a STRIKING contrast to Koushirou's rather modest grey suit - and I still maintain that the yellow tie was a nod to Agumon as well. @firedragon1321 I also read one of your rambles the other day and part of me really hopes that he actually wore some sneakers there as well - because that would have been very much on brand for (the old) him. So we can only hope that, the next time we see him, he will have found his personal balance some more, merging his own style with a profession style. And I know you don't like the fact that he shortens his hair, but I still feel like he maintains the general spirit even as an adult; it may be more neatly trimmed, but I still see HIM in there - and I am almost sure we will see a more modern version of that in the PV next year.

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"Confessions" and the Beginning

Hello fellow clowns, genuinely fucking unbelievable episode amiright?

FIRST OF ALL, welcome back Bobby's hot priest, missed u bitch.

I really did miss just like regular calls last season, it's nice just to have a random silly one to start an episode.

GIRL I MISS CHRIS AS MUCH AS EDDIE DOES RELEASE HIM FROM HELENA DIAZ'S CLUTCHES!!!!

This man is going through the most insane confessions of his life. First Bobby saying he's a murderer and now Eddie saying that his son caught him with his dead mother like give this man a break lmao.

"I don't deserve forgiveness, I gotta go."

And this is the beginning of Eddie's thesis: what he deserves. More importantly, what he thinks he deserves.

Buck is literally like the most awkward man alive. He has zero game I love him sm.

Bitch. ABBY???? FUCKING ABBY?????? SHE IS BUCK'S SHANNON, CONSTANTLY HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE.

"I wonder how many men she turned gay" Maddie is Abby's number 1 hater (besides Eddie lmao)

"Unless there's another boy" JOSH PLEASE!!!!!

The Glee reference Tim Minear you will pay for your crimes lmao

It's interesting that he didn't even seem to consider taking the next step with Tommy until Josh brought it up. Also really interesting how he ends up framing their conversation later, like it's more of an "honoring Tommy" thing than a "I really want to move in with you" thing. Now this could just be awkward scripting or awkward (no game) Buck, but I think it's worth mentioning.

I just love Chim and Maddie so much they are my true north always.

Eddie's tank top? Yeah make that an everyday look for him good lord.

"I'm straight" YEAH SURE JAN WHATEVER YOU FUCKING SAY.

He's punishing himself by not choosing the juice because he doesn't think he deserves it, because he doesn't think he's allowed to take it... He is the obstacle in his own joy. What is that joy? What is he standing in his own way of?

"Because the LAFD doesn't allow beards."

"So it's a disguise?"

"Something like that."

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!!!! HELLO?????

"What are you afraid of seeing when you look in the mirror?"

"A failure. Someone that doesn't deserve forgiveness. Or joy."

I'm literally beating my fists on the ground. It's textbook. Fucking textbook. He's hiding from himself, hiding himself from himself, hiding from his joy.

Nothing like 911 to give you the most insane gutwrenching side plot of all time when I tell you I was SOBBING over those two brothers. (To be fair it's been an extremely hard week).

"I'm the himbo" HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!

Look let me just get this out of the way: I really loved bucktommy. I liked their dynamic and I liked what he was able to teach Buck about himself, but I think Tommy is ultimately right: he can see the writing on the wall, just in the same way he said "my attention?" in 7x04. He was Buck's first queer relationship, but he will not be his last. And I think Tommy has an idea who his last will be, even if he kept that part to himself.

I do think it was kind of an insane speedrun at the end there, I'm not sure why he couldn't just ask Buck to pump the brakes instead of fully breaking up with him.

It's also just a complete manifestation of Buck's greatest fear: abandonment. Abandoned by his parents, abandoned (through no fault of her own) by Maddie, abandoned by Abby, by Taylor, and now by Tommy. It sucks for him, and I hate it for him and for Tommy, who also doesn't seem to think he can have good things, and would rather beat Buck to the punch than actually take the risk and be vulnerable.

I think that this was a good learning experience for them both, and I think they'll both be better for it in the long run.

"I'll see you around, Buck" killed my ass.

MADNEY BABY MADNEY BABY MADNEY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And lastly, Eddie shaving off the mustache, his barrier from joy, and dancing around his house in his underwear. Finding the joy in being himself, finding the joy in his life again. And Buck knocking on the door, not asking any questions, and them sitting together on the couch, shoulder to shoulder each of their respective "barriers" gone.

They have some things to figure out, but we are so close that I can taste it, I can feel it.

I haven't felt this way since the last season of SPN, and while that didn't turn out the way I wanted (due to network and Robert Singer's meddling), I am confident that that is not where we're heading here. Tim Minear is back. The show is on the Shonda network. Buck is out and Eddie is on his way there. Gay Eddie. Buddie endgame. It's happening, and nothing will get me out of this clown car.

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All I Ask

Genre: fluff 

Pairing: Han x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3k

Warning: lots of (cheesy) pet names, lots of kissing, suggestive, some language, Han makes a couple innuendos 🤷‍♀️, appearances from some of the members

Summary: Jisung had planned to go out on a date with you, but you both decided you’d have more fun together just staying in. 

A/N: based on this request!! Hope you enjoy this one just as much 🤍

Dating an idol certainly came with its quirks, but you knew that it was worth it for Han Jisung. You had to get used to his schedule which meant that sometimes you’d get to spend everyday together while others you’d go a week or more without hanging out, but you were willing to deal with it for your star boy. Jisung certainly tried his best to make up for the times that you didn’t get to spend together even though you reassured him that you didn’t blame him for it. No matter how many times you told him that just being together was enough, he still insisted on making sure you felt as special as you made him feel. 

It had been a long week without him, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him terribly. He was busy doing some promotion in a different country, and you were both counting down the days until you’d be reunited. Whenever your relationship would have to be long distance, Jisung would incessantly text you and ask for updates on what you were doing. Some would think this clingy, but it always brightened your day when you got another silly selfie from him doing even the most mundane of things. 

As the time got closer and closer to when he’d be back, he excitedly planned out a date with you that he wanted to take you on as soon as he returned. On your phone call after his fan meet when he still had adrenaline coursing through him, he lively babbled about taking you out into the city and doing something exciting. You entertained all of his ideas and even offered some of your own like karaoke or even clubbing, hyped up on his energy. Soon you had both settled on a plan and felt restless to see each other again. 

However, as your plan sunk in, you started thinking about if that would actually be enjoyable. With Jisung, you always had a good time, but after a long week, you weren’t so sure you wanted a night out in the city. You were worried to tell him this since he sounded so excited on the phone, but once you were together again, he could tell something was on your mind. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be relieved that you wanted to change your date idea, and you both agreed that a night in together sounded much more fun. 

“Hey my pookie wookie,” Jisung cooed at you while wrapping himself around you and nuzzling his nose further into the crook of your neck as he said each pet name. 

You squealed at the ticklish feeling and tried to shy away from him, but he held you firmly, “Sungie!” You giggled when he looked up at you, his face mere inches away and your noses brushing. 

He wore a sweet smile as he questioned you innocently, “what?” You quirked a brow at him that explained you knew what he was doing, and you turned your head to where you felt a disgusted Hyunjin’s eyes on you. 

“Do you have to be that whipped for each other right here? In the kitchen?” He gave you a long side eye before digging through the preworkout containers in the cabinet to find his snack. 

“Sorry but I won’t feel bad for showing my baby boo the love she deserves.” Han grinned widely at the even cheesier pet name before giving you a loud peck on the lips. 

Hyunjin groaned and covered his face while cringing even harder. Changbin walked out of his room a second later, “Binnie, where are you going? I need to get away from the love birds!” Hyunjin asked urgently while rushing to his side.

“The gym-” 

“Ew, nevermind. I’ll go see if Yongbok or Seungmin want to hang out.” 

Hyunjin squeezed past the two of you and left a dumbfounded Changbin behind. “What did I just walk into? Is Jisung using those sappy names again?” He narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at him. 

“Yes, and he’s holding me hostage!” You jokingly tried to climb out of his arms again, but he was quick to pull you back in each time. 

Changbin just shrugged, “He’s your boyfriend.” He answered before also slipping past you two and heading to the gym. When the door closed behind him, you were met by a silence that meant you were the only ones in the apartment now. 

You playfully swatted at his arms that were still around your waist, and he finally let you go with a pout. “Why do you love annoying your members so much?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to shower you with all my love and attention all the time.” He replied as if this argument had been rehearsed and used many times. He let that answer hang in the air for a moment before speaking up with a twinkle of mischief shining in his eyes, “... and it’s funny. I mean, did you see Hyunjin’s face.” He laughed loudly at this, and his contagious laughter caused giggles to also spill from your lips. 

“It is kinda funny,” You relented. 

“I knew you thought so, honey bunny,” he smiled proudly at you. You didn’t even have time to show your teasing disdain for the latest cheesy pet name because he caught you off guard by picking you up. You squeaked and hooked your arms and legs around him, and Jisung’s hands supported you with a firm grip on your ass. 

It’s easy to forget how strong your boyfriend is with his oversized baggy supreme t-shirt and cute squishy smile, but he always found a way to remind you. “What are you doing?” You asked flustered, but he ignored you and carried you into the living room. He dumped you on your back so you were lying across the couch. 

He climbed on top of you and settled himself between your legs, cradling your face in his hands, “We have the whole apartment to ourselves.” He reminded you with a smirk, his smooth thick voice having dropped a couple octaves. “You know what that means…” his voice was dripping honey as he flashed you a wicked smile. 

“Oh, I do?” You played innocent, tilting your head up in a thinking gesture, but he just shook his head and leaned down to capture your lips in a long kiss. 

You gripped his t-shirt as he tried to deepen the kiss, but you couldn’t contain the manifestation of all the giddiness you were feeling inside in the form of a smile against his lips. He pulled away whining, but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips too “babeee, let me kiss youuu.” 

“Then come here,” you teased. Your hands found purchase in his soft hair as he nipped at your bottom lip and soothed over the sting with his tongue before coaxing your mouth open. You sighed breathily as his tongue licked into your mouth, and your heart was pounding in your chest as things were heating up. He lowered his weight fully on you as he explored all of your mouth, and with him being so close, your body felt on fire. 

You gently pulled on his long locks which elicited an involuntary and delicious groan from him. He tugged at your abused lower lip in response to hear your whimpers which spurred his hands to explore as well. He propped himself on one elbow to give him the room to slide one hand down your body agonizingly slow as he traced over every curve. When he reached the hem of your shirt, he changed course as he slid his palm over the smooth expanse of your skin. 

You arched into his touch, and he moved his mouth to trail hot kisses along your jaw. “Jisung,” you gasped and gripped his bicep as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck. “Wait, babe, wait,” you pushed at his shoulders to get his attention and took a moment to catch your breath as he halted his ministrations.

He looked down at you through hooded eyes, his swollen lips shiny and a light flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, “what’s wrong, baby?” You suddenly felt shy under his lustful gaze. His hand had snaked down to grip your hip, and his thumb was drawing light circles on your exposed skin. Every touch of his brought you goosebumps, and you tried to think clearly through the haze that was Jisung. 

“We need to build our cozy fort for our date,” you reminded him once you found the words, and he looked at you bemused. 

“That’s what you’re worried about,” his siren eyes quickly turned back into his soft doe ones as he giggled. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, and explained matter of factly, “It’s what we had planned, yes. And I need to kick your ass in Mario Kart.” 

Jisung scoffed at that response and playfully rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay. You’re on, sweet cheeks.” He kissed you on your cheek before climbing off of you and helping you up from the couch. 

You and Jisung had found every blanket, pillow, and cozy thing that you could in order to put together your fort, but the construction unsurprisingly took longer. You and Jisung would successfully get one blanket up just to accidentally topple over your previous progress which would then prompt a pillow fight, knocking over any success. You couldn’t complain when it left you both in stitches, laughing so hard over it that your sides hurt and there were almost tears in your eyes. You were both still recovering, little aftershocks of giggles leaving your lips as you settled into the finished fort tucked into Jisung’s side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap as he set up the game. 

You admired the way the bright colors from the screen splashed on his smooth skin, and the reflection in his eyes made them look like they held the galaxy. Your eyes fell on his lips that were slightly parted in concentration, but suddenly pulling into a smirk as he caught you staring. “It’ll be easier to win than I thought if you’re just staring at me like that the whole time. Are you sure you’re going to be able to focus, baby?” He teased, his eyebrows furrowing with fake concern. 

You playfully scowled at him, trying to ignore the light pink that dusted your cheeks, “I wasn’t staring… you just have something on your face.” You quickly recovered. 

His smug look was gone as he wiped at cheeks, “what? Where?” 

“Riiight there,” you pretended like you were going to point to a spot before throwing popcorn at his face. 

“Hey!” His shout of surprise dissolved into a chuckle as he held his hands up to block the attack. He quickly snatched the bowl from your lap while you were busy laughing before raising an eyebrow at you in challenge. “Don’t start something you can’t finish babe.” 

“I always finish.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest coolly. 

“Oh, I know.” He said suggestively and winked at you before you widened your eyes and gaped at him. 

You huffed and asked exasperatedly “can we just play the game?” You reached for your controller and focused your attention on the screen, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks once again. 

Jisung leaned over and kissed your cheek before you both prepared your characters and karts for the race. You were good at this game having played it many times with friends, but so was he as you spent most of the game neck and neck. You couldn’t help but giggle each time he would curse under his breath being hit by one of your shells or bananas until he returned the favor. He pulled ahead into first when a blue shell hit you out of nowhere, so you had to think quickly to get back in first. 

You toppled over into his lap, momentarily distracting him as he tried to race with one hand and adjust you in his lap with the other. “Trying to play dirty, huh?” He whispered in your ear, arms wrapping around you to hold you in place on his lap, and he rested his controller in yours. You ignored the shivers down your spine his breath fanning against your ear caused, and you both resumed your competition. 

Jisung quickly recovered in the last lap, much to your amazement, and you were right back to where you started, fighting hard for first place. The finish line was in sight, and you leaned forward in anticipation as you held on to your first place spot. You were just about to win when his perfectly timed banana peel caused you to spin out, and he claimed victory.

“Nooo!” You shouted out, but it was drowned out by his voice at the same time. 

“Yesss! I did it!” He wrapped his arms tightly around you and gave you an excited squeeze as he buried his face in the crook of your neck to leave little kisses there. 

You tensed up in his arms even though you were thoroughly enjoying his affection, “how did my plan not work?” You whined. 

Jisung laughed as he pulled away from your neck to look at you, arms still securely around your middle. “What’s wrong, pouty baby?” He cooed at you teasingly. “Need me to kiss it better?” 

You pretend to think it over before facing him again to be met with a bright smile that lit up all of his features. His eyes sparkled with love and amusement as he looked you over, and you couldn’t help your own smile forming on your face. “Mm, that might help…” 

At your words, he didn’t hesitate leaning over and slotting his lips against yours in another kiss. His hand cupped your jaw to tilt your head as he kissed you slowly, taking his time with you. You relaxed against his firm chest as his hand traveled to the back of your head, acting as a pillow as he flipped you over onto your back before you could even register it. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips, and he smirked as he leaned over you, causing your heart to momentarily flutter from the way his hair framed his devilishly handsome features. 

He dipped his head wanting to kiss you again when the sound of the front door opening and two of the members walking in caused him to freeze. He brought a finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture to which you rolled your eyes, and he pulled away to sit next to you. 

You recognized the voices as Hyunjin and Felix, and when they entered the living room, Felix let out an excited squeal while you could practically hear Hyunjin rolling his eyes. “Of course there’s a blanket fort in the living room.” He said with a scoff, but there was a playful lilt to his voice. 

You looked over at Jisung, and you both had to cover your mouths with your hands in order not to burst out laughing. Everything was silent for a second except for the boys’ footsteps as they approached the fort, and a second later, Felix’s head was peeking in at the entrance. You and Jisung jumped at his sudden appearance before falling over in laughter as Felix just lifted a confused eyebrow at you and crawled the rest of the way in. 

“Woah, this is a cool set up,” Felix admired the fairy lights and cozy atmosphere. 

“Hey! You’re not allowed in here. This is for Y/n and me only,” Jisung tried to state firmly, but Felix and Hyunjin were already settling into the fort beside you. 

“Aw, come on Jisungie. Look how cute he is. Can’t we keep him,” you gave him your best pleading eyes, and Felix nuzzled into you as a cat would. You laughed softly and threw your arm around his shoulders, scratching the top of his head. 

Jisung eyed the two of you before he dramatically let his hands flop down at his sides as you continued showing them attention, offering them popcorn and talking with them animatedly. “But this is our date,” he whined. 

Felix giggles at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he does so. “Ooo, he’s jealous.” 

“Oh look, he’s pouting.” Hyunjin joined in on the teasing. 

You looked over to see Jisung’s plump lips formed in an exaggerated pout, and his cheeks looked even more squishy. “Aw, now who’s the pouty baby?” You mewed at him, and you leaned over to playfully pinch his cheek. 

He narrowed his eyes at you all as his lips pulled into a thin line, now rounding his cheeks. “I’m not jealous,” he mumbled. 

“Oh, so you don’t mind if we stay,” Felix said casually with a wave of his hand. 

“Absolutely not,” he immediately answered, causing you and the other two boys to raise your eyebrows at him. 

He huffed, “Okay, whatever. Can I just have my girlfriend back, please?” 

“All you had to do was ask,” Hyunjin said with a smirk. You saw the familiar glint of mischief flash in Jisung’s eyes, and for a second, you thought he might try to tackle Hyunjin. However, they were already starting to make their way to the exit of the fort. 

“Hey Felix…” Jisung called out right before he could fully leave. Felix turned around, eyes wide in questioning. “...Could you bring us the snacks?” He asked. Felix picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at him, and he yelped as he dodged it. 

“Snacks?” You heard Hyunjin excitedly question somewhere outside. “Quick Lix, to the kitchen!” 

“Noo, not the snacks!” You exclaimed but couldn’t actually be bothered to leave the confines of your comfy fort to go defend them. 

Jisung sighed, but he was grabbing your hand and pulling you back into him. “It’s okay. I can think of something that’s better anyway,” he said. You let your eyes flutter closed as his lips brushed yours once again.

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WHEN ART TALKS: THE INTRO

When a girl meets a boy who sees the world as his playground, and she has to learn how to let others in her space.

if you would like to be tagged, please let me know! frequent updates will be coming soon after the character intros are up :) this is quite a lengthy post, but i hope you'll enjoy if you choose to stick around until the end.

BASIC OVERVIEW

GENRE: — romance

POV: — first person, present tense

STATUS: — rough first draft in progress

TROPES: — friends to lovers, opposites attract, slowburn, forgiveness

WORD COUNT: — making a last minute decision to (somewhat) start fresh because why not. starting at 0. will update this everyday :)

WARNINGS: — smoking. will update this along the way.

SUMMARY:

Aniyah Hope is a wishful thinker who wants more than what she has. As a reserved poet, she has documented her most inner personal thoughts and feelings inside her poem journals. Her poetry contains the most critical parts of herself, and exposing that to a world beyond her own is not a risk she’s often willing to take. So when Aniyah meets Noah Ford, an outspoken musician who proudly wears his heart on his sleeve, around the same time her journal goes missing, she initially hides further in her shell. What she doesn’t expect is how quickly she comes out of that shell, and the unexpected comfort she finds from what she usually shields herself from.

CHARACTERS, SNIPPET, PLAYLIST, AND MOODBOARD UNDER THE CUT!

CHARACTERS

ANIYAH HOPE has always kept to herself, finding more comfort in poetry than she ever has in people. She never wanted to cruise through life in the shadows, but she couldn't take another rejection of friendship due to superficial judgments. When she discovered poetry, she found the safe haven she needed to explore every little piece of herself. Because she couldn't connect with others as easily as she hoped, she'd put the pen to paper and write down all the things she wished she could say. Aniyah’s heart desires nothing more than to have these words spoken through a microphone. Unlike the boy who sees the world as his playground, she just isn't ready to let her guard down.

NOAH FORD has been on a mission to prove his parents wrong ever since he’s gone off to college to pursue music. His father always expected him to follow in his footsteps of becoming a well-respected lawyer, despite the countless times Noah emphasized his fiery passion for music. Instead of supporting his dreams, his parents brushed it off as a silly little phase he would eventually grow out of. It’s been a year since he’s gone no contact, his uncle and younger sister being the only familial support system. College provides him the freedom to make noise, to be reckless, and to meet a girl who has yet to experience the spotlight’s glow.

JACQUELINE TRẦN has never been the type to back down easily. She’s always up for a challenge, which often makes her appear intimidating to those on the outside looking in. Everyone in her life knows the opposite to be true, as she’s the kind of person everyone wants to have around them. Jackie is self-assured, loyal, supportive, and will be the first to defend those she cares about against any and all wrongdoings. However, taking advantage of her genuine kindness results in getting cut off with no hesitation. Now that she has her core group of people she knows she can rely on just as much as they rely on her, she pushes them to thrive and win, even if it means going beyond the safety net.

NADIA "EVIE" LOUIS has a curious mind that is eager to seek knowledge everywhere she goes. She isn’t afraid to let her curiosity take direction and lead, especially when a new opportunity presents itself at her front door. The world has too many offers for it to remain unexplored. As much as she enjoys diving into the unknown, she still needs some sort of certainty when it comes to her personal life. She has her future mapped out down to the last detail. With her ambitious nature, she puts in the work to show up on time for every milestone with ease. But not every meticulous plan is meant to be rigid when unexpected curveballs exist. When she can’t find the answers to her own crisis, she doesn’t shy away from finding help from others.

ELENA FORD is one year away from starting a new chapter in her life as a college student. She’s a go-getter that knows what she wants, and will find a way to make it happen. Ever since her parents have cut Noah off, she's made it her duty to sway their minds. She's had no success with it, and it bothers her a great deal. Ellie is used to getting her way— and in a timely manner— without having to suffer any consequences. Her persistence on the issue came with the cost of her relationship with her parents, which has left a strain that might never be repaired. Even though Noah has accepted the fact that he won't ever get his parents' support, Ellie continues her attempt to be the voice of reason for her brother and his future.

(VERY ROUGH) SNIPPET

Another silence falls upon us, and I come to the conclusion that our silence isn't an indication of the end, but rather an ellipses. It's a momentary pause for us to gather our individual thoughts and feelings. A continuation of savoring the moment without forcing ourselves to speak when it doesn't feel natural. The silence catches all of our spoken and unspoken words when they fall and speaks for us until we are ready to talk again.

PLAYLIST

Here's the playlist on YouTube for those who don't use Spotify.

MOODBOARD (coming soon!)

TAGS: @pixies-love-envy @honeybewrites ♡

[teddymorgan]

John Nolan- Silly Little Accidents

John Nolan x gay male reader

John sits down in the first aid station at the precinct, various cactus thorns stuck around the crown of his head, small cuts and bumps covering his arms and legs.

It’s a busy day, as per usual, however, a distant noise echoes throughout the precinct, loud heavy footsteps!

Someone laughs from within the halls before shouting,

“Someone’s got one angry husband coming in hot, watch out, Nolan”

Nolan swallows the lump in his throat, ready for the 1-sided argument he knew he was going to get from his husband. He’s used to him scolding him whenever he does something stupid on the job, quite frankly, he knows he deserves it, especially this time.

His thoughts are soon cut short at the arrival of his husband, the love of his life, stood in the doorway, arms folded and eyes burning with anger.

“You fell into a cactus?!!!” Was all you said.

“The thorns stuck in my head should make it obvious enough” he laughs awkwardly in response.

You sigh and sit down, resting your head against this shoulder. “How much longer is this going to go on for?” You ask.

“What? The pain in my head or these happy little accidents?”

“Both, you dumbass” you sigh. “I’m sick of coming to work everyday and hearing that somehow, you’re either kidnapped, knocked out, missing, tied with a dead man’s switch being held hostage or about to be pushed into a pool tied to a chair!”

You tear up, something you rarely do, John knows you’ve had a strict upbringing, your parents taught you to be tough, and that ‘boys shouldn’t cry’ the very fact that he has brought you to tears, makes him realise just how much stress he has put on you over the years.

“I love you more than anything, John, and I know our job is dangerous….but I can’t stand the possibility that one day, you’ll finally loose this good luck and die” you sniffle, tears softly trickling down your cheeks.

John’s eyebrows furrow in understanding and he pull you close, wrapping his arm around you and gently kisses your forehead. “I won’t let that happen love, you have my word, I honestly don’t know how these things happen to me either, but I will always come back to you” He smiles, gently lifting your chin up to look at you.

“You promise?” You smile, any hint of sadness or anger gone. John smiles once more, “I promise, my handsome hubby” he chuckles and kisses you.

“Alright then……let’s get those stupid thorns out of your head”

“Gladly” he chuckles.

[rosietrace]

「 “Princess” 」

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Central Character ; 『 Davidson Novellion, “Atlas’ Prodigy” 』

Others (Central) ; 『 Ellis Clawthorne 』 |『 Lancelot Novellion, “The Second Son” 』

Mentioned ; Roya Callistis | Gwendolyn Schnee | Malleus Draconia | Marina Baleen

Pairing(s) ; Ellis & Davis | Ellis & Malleus | Roya & Gwen | Lance & Marina (Implied)

【 All Ocs belong to their respective owners and will be credited at the end. 】

Synopsis: “Ellis has a great day, everyday; But Davis only has a good day if Ellis looks at him.”

Warning(s): Low-key possessive Davis, potentially ooc, jealousy (over MallEllis), Ellis being Davis' personal eyesore, pining (up to interpretation if Ellis reciprocates), Davis being very “silly”, Lance getting dragged into his brother's bullshit /j, 0% angst, can Davis just be a warning /j /j

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Davis liked watching Ellis when she wasn't looking.

To Lance, it felt creepy on Davis' part, but he didn't see it that way. He found it romantic, a testament to the yearning, the infatuation he'd developed for this one girl he just happened to meet during a joint event between Night Raven and Royal Sword.

He tried, genuinely— he tried to hold off on whatever he began to feel for Ellis. He cursed himself in the mirror every morning for every failed attempt to lose sight of those… feelings.

Davis hated that he loved Ellis. But what he hated more was how oblivious Ellis seemed to be for the feelings that harbored his cold, black heart.

After yet another attempt at forgetting the feelings he felt for Ellis by sparring with Roya — and losing — Davis slumped his shoulders, sitting with Lance during their lunch break and lazily chewing on his french fries with ink black ketchup.

Lance's nose wrinkled at the sight, but didn't comment further. Instead, what he chose to comment on was, “you should really channel your romantic feelings into actually pursuing Miss Clawthorne, instead of…”

He made a vague gesture to Roya, who was acting disgustingly lovesick while writing one of the many, many, many letters he's been sending to some ‘Gwendolyn Schnee’ for the past 2 weeks. Whoever that was.

Davis scoffed, eyes rolling back. “I don't like Ellis.”

“I have many reasons to doubt that,” Lance grumbled, taking one of Davis' fries and tossing them into his mouth. “You aren't exactly subtle.”

“And you are as horrible at flirting as Roya,” Davis snapped, then a beat passed before he added, “... Possibly worse.”

Lance didn't bother to comment on that, either. Coward.

“I'm just saying, shouldn't you at least… give courting her a shot?”

“And why,” Davis' amber hues stared daggers at the boy he calls little brother, “would I do that?”

“You definitely seem to like her a great deal.”

“I do not.”

That got him Lance's most exaggerated eye roll, and a click of his tongue. “Why must you put your pride before everything else…”

“What was that, little brother?” Davis sent him a sharp-edged smile, a warning.

Lance knew the man his older brother was. Stubborn as he may be, if he sees potential competition for something… someone he seems his, he'll play the role of the competitor.

The only thing that put Lance out of his bored, frankly tired state of mind was the text he received from a certain siren he held near and dear to his heart.

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It was a bit of (not a bit of) a controversial topic for Davis to admit, so he never actually voiced his thoughts aloud… but if he was being completely honest with himself, he did not like Malleus Draconia.

He already had a number of reasons to dislike the crown prince of Briar Valley; it seemed to hurt Davis' pride at the obvious revelation that in a world like Twisted Wonderland, there will always be someone more gifted, more powerful than he could even fathom.

He didn't see the point in Malleus wanting to study amongst the ‘lowly mortals’ of Night Raven College when, by Davis' account, Malleus was more gifted than most of the entire academy. If it were him, he wouldn't have attended an arcane academy to begin with, if he had even a sliver of the power that emitted from Malleus’ being.

But now, as of recently, Davis had now discovered a new reason to dislike the soon-to-be ruler of the abyss— his closeness in relation to Ellis.

How petty, below my station, Davis thought, biting his tongue before one of his snarky opinions let loose and wreaked havoc while he and the rest of RSA were paying a visit to Night Raven College.

He watched Ellis and Malleus share some small talk, most of which consisted of Malleus making some mundane joke Davis couldn't hear from this distance, and Ellis laughing along with him.

Whether or not she was doing it out of pity or not, Davis didn't know. And he pretended that he didn't care.

Oh, but seeing the smiles they gave one another… the playfulness in which their conversation seemed to shift back and forth in an endless cesspool of affectionate filth…

To say Davis wanted to punch a hole through Draconia’s chest was an understatement.

So, one could say with utmost confidence that when Malleus most unfortunately had to leave Ellis to her own devices, that Davis automatically stole her away at the quickest opportunity.

If it was an understatement for Davis wanting to punch through Malleus' chest, it was just as, if not even more of an understatement when Lance decided to give his older brother the good-old-fashioned stink eye.

“It appears you are alone,” Davis said with an intonation that clearly suggested that his intentions were far from friendly.

Ellis hummed. “You're in a cheerier mood since the last time we talked…”

He chuckled at her skepticism. “What, is it wrong for me to smile every once in a while?”

“No,” Ellis quickly deflected that assumption with a flick of her wrist, “but it's definitely not something I'd see everyday… then again, I don't really see you everyday, either.”

“Why?” Davis began to tease, “do you wish to see me more often?”

Ellis deadpanned. “That isn't what I said.”

“Well, it sounded like it.”

“But just because it did, doesn't mean I meant it.”

“Oh, you wound me dearly, Princess…” Davis sent her a pout. “Do you truly detest being in my company that much?”

“What I detest,”— she said with crossed arms, her voice mimicking, mocking the intonation of arrogance that dripped from Davis—“is being in the vicinity of someone who so clearly doesn't have any good intentions, whatsoever.”

Davis scoffed melodramatically loudly. “Oh, how quaint! The representative of the common folk is speaking up against a man of higher station.”

“So it would seem.” Ellis harrumphed, turning her heel and making her way further from Davis.

“I guess I was right to guess your status was at the level of your high horse!”

Davis sighed to himself as she walked further and further away from his line of sight, then childishly stomped on his foot at how dreamily he'd done it.

He turned a corner, his eyes darting about the room until he caught sight of his little brother having idle chitchat with… some girl.

He heard Lance clear his throat, uttering the words, “you smell like saltwater,” and making Davis — and Marina — grimace at how… questionable Lance's choice of words were.

Then again, Davis thought, striding towards Lance, my baby brother was never a man of many words.

“I… smell like saltwater,” Marina repeated, blinking more than once to try and process that she definitely heard him right. That she wasn't hallucinating.

Lance seemed to realize at how poorly he'd chosen his words and was ready to try and explain himself, when all of a sudden Davis had strode past him and Marina, held a tight grip on Lance's forearm, and dragging him to one of the darker corners of the room.

“Wha-” Lance yanked his arm from his brother's grasp. “What are you doing-?”

“That thing.” Well, that didn't seem to narrow it down.

Lance narrowed his eyes. “What thing?”

“That thing you mentioned to me, the other day.”

“The- The courtship…?”

Davis snapped his fingers to shut him up, which suggested that that was, in fact, what Davis meant.

“By the Seven…” it was impossible for Lance to hide his exasperation for his brother's antics.

“Please don't tell me you're going to treat it like a competition.”

“Pffft-” Davis held in his chortle. “Oh please, even if it were, I'd win.”

“Ellis isn't a prize to be won.”

“You think I don't know that?”

“If you do know that, you wouldn't be treating her like some trophy you'll get after- What, pursuing her??”

With a flick of his fingers to Lance's forehead, Davis released a huff. “Oh, worry not about such dilly-dallying nonsense, dearest little brother of mine.”

“It can't be that hard, can it?”

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It was, in fact, harder than he'd originally anticipated.

With the vastness of the Lucretius family's wealth, Davis could spend as much of it as possible and he could get away with it… as long as he does it under the guise of an important investment.

He wasn't too worried about trying to figure out what Ellis wanted. With the circumstances of her living situation, at first, Davis had thought about buying her some essentials so she could live less like a street rat living in a hobo hut.

… Until he saw the various ideas Roya had come up with for this “Gwendolyn Schnee” girl, and just went off of that.

And now, he was here; standing before Ellis, who sat on a bench in the main street of NRC, reading yet another one of her pretty little books.

Only this time, his attention was solely on her. Not the scenery, not her book— her.

Ellis looked up from her book, up at the man obscuring the light that allowed her to actually see what she was reading.

“To what do I owe this dubious honor?”

Davis snorted at her tone. “Owe it to the man calling himself your admirer.”

“You?” Ellis tilted her head, putting a bookmark on the page she was reading and setting her book down on her lap.

Davis flinched, grimacing. Well shit-

“No! God- No,” he said, laughing it off with a smug little smile on his face. “I am… simply relaying what he requested me to give you.”

Ellis blinked. “Really.”

“Really.”

“I never pegged you to be all that benevolent…”

“Wha-! I can be nice when I want to be!”

“So, you choose to have a stick up your…” Ellis trailed off, giving him her most dubious side eye.

… Cute, Davis admitted in the back of his mind.

After a moment of silence, Ellis sighed and extended her hand to Davis. “Well, I guess my curiosity's getting the best of me, once again. Bring in the ‘gift’, Davidson Novellion.”

There. He gave it to her. A keychain of a bouquet of pink roses, with her initials engraved in the back.

Quietly, there was some part of Davis that fretted over whether that gift was the right choice, or not. A part of him asked himself if this was even worth it.

But seeing that small, yet unexpected smile on Ellis' face seemed to be enough of an answer for him. A light shone over his darkness, glistening, glimmering in all its elysian glory; a safeness Davis hadn't felt around… anyone in a long time.

It made him smile, as well. And Ellis was quick enough to catch it, but didn't comment on. Better to accept this gift from an ‘anonymous’ admirer than to wound Davis Novellion’s pride.

“... I like it,” Ellis said, endearment cursing Davis' name. “Feel free to tell my secret admirer that I appreciate the sentiment.”

“I like keychains, so… it means a lot that they chose one for me. Even if it probably doesn't seem like much.”

Davis wanted to scoff at her, hold her by her chin and tell her that a keychain like that cost a lot. Platinum and an equally skilled artisan, to be exact.

With a clear throat, Davis replied. “Very well. I'm sure they'll be in high spirits knowing you liked such a gift.”

He very much was, in fact, in high spirits; quite possibly already thinking ahead of the different gifts he could give to her in the near future.

The two of them barely exchanged any words other than that, with Davis giving Ellis an uncharacteristic pat on the head, and walking off without another word… other than the defensive responses he began giving Lance after dragging him away from Marina.

And yet again, Ellis smiled. Bigger, brighter.

And it wasn't because of the keychain.

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Ellis Clawthorne — @starry-night-rose 🩷

Lancelot Novellion — Me! 😈

Roya Callistis — Me! 😈

Gwendolyn Schnee — @/starry-night-rose 🩷

Marina Baleen — @/starry-night-rose 🩷

@jasdiary | @authoruio | @fumikomiyasaki | @nem0-nee | @sakuramidnight15 | @geminiiviolets | @twsted-princess | @mystery-skulls-ghost | @abyss-wonderer | @absolutelyobsessedkiya / @twistedsongstressofstarz | @terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights | @valse-a-mille-temps |

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[celestie0]

HI ELLIE OKAY I JUST FINISHED TTPD AND I AHVE OPINIONS 😭 first half of the album was ehh idk how to feel abt fortnight considering it’s the single for this album I think it was good not that good though it wasn’t amazing like lavender haze I really loved ttpd (the song) I think my boy only breaks his favorite toys were good but so long London was a HUGE disappointed I think we all hyped it up so much and we all ended up getting disappointed because it wasn’t what we wanted or expected but daddy I love him WAS SO GOOD especially the lyric Where it goes “I’m having his baby no I’m not,but you should see your faces” GAGEDDD I WAS GAGED I also really liked fresh out of the slammer especially the kind banging sounds ik it wasn’t banging but bear w me 😭😭 guys English isn’t my language you can’t blame me fr 😂😂 who’s afraid of little old me WAS SO GOOOD and I can do it with a broken heart especially when she goes “I’m so depressed I act like it’s my birthday everyday Im so obsessed with him but he avoids me like plague” and the upbeat music makes it so much better the anothology was so much better then the normal version definitely really loved the black dog that song really stood out to me imgonnagetyouback WAS SO GOOD I saved that one I hate it here was also really good 😭 thanK you aIMee THE SHADE THROWN AT KIM ?? Taylor mother fucking swift did it AGAINNN 😭😭🤞🏻 she ate her up so bad if I was Kim I would be so embarrassed rn 😭☠️ Cassandra also stood out to me I think this was abt the kimye situation Robin was ehh I think it’s a grower for me honestly but the Bolter and the manuscript were pretty good as if noe I think I’ll probably enjoy the album way more if I just listen to it more a little disappointing but that’s fine cuz there were amazing tracks on here and tbh I am not mad at it now I just need to watch the fortnight music video but I’m too overwhelmed rn so I need a break a little 🥲 now I’m just probably gonna wait for Somone to break down the tracks and point out the hidden clues in the mv 😭😭☠️

hiii bb omg your opinions are pretty much exactly mine LOL <333

yeahh i agree w you, w midnights lavendar haze was likee....it set the TONE for the album yknow hahaha. i remember first listen for it n i was like aight im locking in after hearing that. but i heard fortnight n was like...ehhh i hope it gets better. i liked ttpd too i thought it was lyrically p good song plus the line ab the ring omg i was gagged. yea SLL was disappointtinggg i was rlly looking forward to that one ripping my heart out LOL but it...didn't

"but daddy I love him WAS SO GOOD especially the lyric Where it goes “I’m having his baby no I’m not,but you should see your faces” GAGEDDD I WAS GAGED"

HELP SAME HAHAHA I WAS WATCHING A BUNCH OF TIKTOKS YESTERYDAY OF PPL REACTING TO THAT LYRIC AND IT'S SO FUNNY xD tbh when i first heard it it didn't really sink in for me so i was just vibin w it but then i was like damn. imagine if she announced to the world she was pregnant through a song like that ahhah i was shocked when i heard it again in second chorus. she was so insane for that

agghh idk 'who's afraid of little old me' and 'i can do it w a broken heart' were big time misses for me lol i haven't listened to them again since first listen but it's just cuz i don't really like those kinds of songs from her (specifically referring to the lyricism on these ones) but idkkk i could just be a hater LOL cuz my friends rly liked icdiwabh but it might grow on me, we'll see,, it's def catchy!! kinda silly but she kept it so real

YESSS i think the black dog is in my top three from album :'') i had it on repeat driving to work yesterday and i cried ??? w every listen ??? idk something ab the end of the bridge where she holds the note on "old habits die screaming" omg i sob. and i'mgonnagetyouback was also SO GOOD i think that song is the type of edgy ts lyricism i enjoy (as opposed to icdiwabh & who's afraid of lil old me)

THENK YOU AIMEE WAS WILDDD i think that's the song that had me the MOST GAGGED BC GAT DAYUM. the part where she alludes that kim's kids will be coming home from school singing songs that SHE WROTE that only the two of them know are throwing shade at kim plsss. that's wild n i'm so glad she had the balls to release that song hahah good for her

i also really liked clara bow, the part where she said "you look like taylor swift" alluding to how someday she too will be gone n only remembered for her legacy was wilddd n made me emotional ngl. also i lovedd peter too def in my top three too. also loml is probs my fave

sameee i haven't watched the new mv yet haha i think i might stream it on tv later tonight. sorryyy bb that' you're overwhelemd hope you're taking care of yurself n that your exams szn is going okay!! <33 ty for sharing your thoughts w me

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi! Could I get a redacted matchup if they're still available?

-my current favorite song is optimism (as a radical life choice) by Spanish love songs. I love the lyrics "don't take me out back and shoot me, I know my wires are faulty, I've only ever been a kids, pointing out dead dogs in the road". IDK, the whole song is pretty relatable but those lyrics really stand out visually and emotionally. I'm also tired but still want a chance to be, ya know?

-my ennagram type is 6(w5 I think) my Myers Briggs is INFP(-t?) if it matters

- I LOVE YouTube video essays. I'll watch any, mostly on videogames stuff since I don't really like playing them but I love, like, lore and stuff. I really enjoyed the defunctland fast pass one too. The longer the video the better imo though

- I don't remember my childhood imaginary friend. I used to be super extroverted and had a lot of friends so I didn't really need one? I was also so chill playing by myself so I was okay without friends too. I miss that lol

- best way to fall asleep is fan on full blast, 1 giant comfy blanket, TONS of pillows and a stuffed animal

- I did change my name, picked it off a baby name list since that's what my parents did for the first name, not super special, does come with several easy nicknames though which is cool, but no one uses them :/

- I love any of guys videos, but I really like the failed sleep aid. He may not be super relaxing but at least he's trying!!! He's so funny and chill and I like that

- I don't really like David, Aaron, Damien's(just the x listener ones, I love him w/Huxley) audios. Not super into the Tsundere kinda stuff, I'm a little too insecure for that, I like open feelings and stuff

- I don't really have a book or movie I know all the words to, I don't like rewatching/reading things I already know for whatever reason, I will but it's less enjoyable

- I'm platonically attracted to Gavin and Huxley, they'd both be soo kind and supportive in their own ways, a little hype squad

- I ramble about people when I'm tired. Human interaction stresses me out so bad,, people are hard to understand and there's a whole lot of societal pressure to be a certain way and I just don't get it and I'm so tireddd

- I don't really stop at gas stations, but it'd probably be lemonade and chips of some kind

- my current favorite playlist is my 'cringe' playlist, all the edgy alt/emo/rock songs I was into in middle school, they're not great but they're so fun, they're also my guilty pleasure media. I know people hate them but they make me happy

- other stuff - I do have anxiety so social interactions stress me out but I'm trying to get better, I'm a lot more outgoing when I'm comfy with someone, I'm also super artistic and stuff, I enjoy painting and drawing and do that stuff regularly. I believe sharing your music taste with someone is v. Intimate and I hate putting on my music for others for fear of judgement lol

I'm sorry it's so long,, thanks!

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Easy-peasy, perfect- I know just the guy. Let me work my magical, match-making powers and tell you why everything about you, especially temperaments and your music taste, make you and Asher Talbot a fantastic match.

There’s so many little, charming things that would make your everyday lives together so cute and fun. Asher’s favorite band is canonically Fall Out Boy, so we know y’all are bopping to the same playlist in the car. He’d be your biggest hype man, hanging your painting all over your apartment. Not to mention, dude could be a walking Halo video essay, you know? Come home after a long day doing adult things, and listen to him ramble about campaigns or whatever happens in those games I have no idea.

On a deeper level, you two work even better still. Not only is Asher wonderfully emotionally intelligent and available behind his goofy, silly demeanor, he is the social butterfly. That’s why he’s the Beta, the soft diplomacy to all David’s alpha-ness. Asher would be the perfect, like, emotional support golden retriever boyfriend for all social occasions: handsome, huggable, attentive to your needs, and a mood-making goofball.

Song:

The more I think/ The more I wish/ That we could lie here for hours/ And just reminisce/ On the good the bad the ugly/ The smiles the laughs the funny/ Or all the things/ We put each other through/ It's for you

This was a fun excuse for me to go through Lexi Moon and I’s emo playlists for a cute, throwback love song, so thank you for that~ I decided on NeverShoutNever because emo has always had random men with ukuleles, it seems, but goshdarnit, they sing fun songs, and I can see Asher knowing all the words to this one. He’s a big sap, and I can see him singing this when you’re feeling down or anxious, doing it silly and over the top just to make you smile.

Runner-Ups:

Lasko is a runner-up for you because two introverts together can be really cute, you know? Let’s be alone together, just the two of us, vibes. However, I like Guy better as a runner up because of how bubbly and social he is. I think he’d help bring you out of your shell and manage social situations, just not quite as tactfully as Asher.

note: you don’t have to apologize for it being long the more information you send the better 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[butyoudidntbreakme]

Part 2

(Part 1 is also posted right before this!)

Short description: Christophe recounts the last mercenary mission which Gregory and himself had gone on before they arrived back at home and Gregory simply went off and disappeared for over a year.

“He’s what?”

“A kid!”

Gregory gathered his wits, then stood straighter, shoulders back. “And he-"

“He’s here because he heard something from his brother’s cousin’s friend and they dared him to come here. I know,” he began to defend himself, noting the way that Gregory’s lips began to form a slight frown, his eyes saying ‘and you are simply going to believe that story?’, “it sounds like a fucking trap, but he thinks there’s diamonds in there.”

“And the bag of money?”

Just then the boy who could not have been older than ten came up behind Christophe and peeked over from around his shoulder. Big brown eyes locked onto Gregory and Christophe noted that Gregory’s expression was not softening despite the child’s silent pleas.

“Tell him,” the Frenchman urged him to speak, and the boy moved to stand in front of Christophe; seeing him in the light of his flashlight, Gregory could see that he was in regular everyday clothing: a light blue t-shirt with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the front, and a pair of khaki shorts, along with classic black and white tennis shoes.

“I got the velvet bag from my grandma’s closet. My cousin said she wouldn’t miss it. I-” he picked up the speed, speaking faster, “I was going to replace the treasure with it so me and my cousin and his friend could have the real thing and, uh, I guess you guys would get the coins.”

Christophe couldn’t help but to grin: the kid reminded him of himself and Gregory when they were little, just about to get sucked into the mercenary business… though, unlike with the two of them, this kid was just being a kid, getting up to innocent trouble with his friends. Maybe it was stupid, but Christophe often looked for innocent trouble like this when back home; it was nice to get up to things but not have those things always result in violence or getting put on yet another dangerous person’s shit list.

And, with that, the kid began to rush towards the staircase, only to be stopped by Christophe who made an even faster dash in that direction, blocking him from escaping. “We still have questions.”

The kid audibly gulped, and crossed his arms; Christophe guessed that he was really wishing that he had brought that paintball gun that he had told him he had originally planned on bringing in with him right about now; but they weren’t there to hurt him. They simply could not risk falling for a story and the kid escaping, only to alert the rest of the thieves he could be working with that Gregory and Christophe were inside the pyramid.

While the two of them stayed put, Gregory went for the prize. Kneeling down, he put on a pair of primary blue rubber gloves and began to untie the knots in the battered up plastic bag’s handles. He could see a couple of old dried up specks of blood on the bag and he grimaced; it had to have come from the man who left the bag here for whoever tried to bring the prize home next to find. Then the blond reached in and, sure enough, under two layers of sparkly green and pink birthday present tissue paper, he could feel the outline of the iron key. The tissue paper made this moment feel more silly than serious in a way that made a blush rise over Gregory’s cheeks: he felt he was being laughed at in a way.

Crumpling the tissue up in his hands, he then got his first clear look at the key. Remarkably, it looked much like the drawing, and, also, quite similar to the key that he had seen framed and hung up on the wall inside Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington, when he had been to Virginia on a family trip five years prior… he loved the beach, loved feeling far from the mountains of Colorado… and, of course, Christophe had been there with him, wearing an ice cream stained shirt almost every day they were there; the guy practically lived at the small family owned ice cream shops that dotted Virginia Beach. The key at Mount Vernon had been a gift to George Washington from Le Marquis de Lafayette of France; it was a key from the famous Bastille prison that had been stormed by a mob, effectively putting a start to what would become the French Revolution in 1789.

Holding the key in his hands, Gregory wasted no more seconds reminiscing, and, instead, peered over his shoulder at Christophe and the kid who was now sitting on the floor of the old pyramid as he waited for the two of them to let him make his escape. "Would you bring me the purple bag, filled back up with coins?" he asked the kid, who got right up and to work, scrambling to fill the bag back up, leaving no coin in the natural dust which had settled on the ground since the pyramid was last closed off.

Christophe caught on to the plan right away: they would leave with the key and the bag of coins would take it's place under the... was that tissue paper? He narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer, but decided not to say a word based off of the look on Gregory's face that told him ‘just don't.’

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All of that to say that, now, here they were, the next morning, safe in their hotel room, said key safely packed up and placed into one of their suitcases. On their way out of the pyramid, Christophe had felt as if he was holding his breath: this could not have been that easy! It was never that easy! Sure, for a beginner, this would have still been quite the impressive feat, but, for them, three days in a foreign country and one time of sneaking in to a world treasure where they didn't have to use their weapons against an opponent even once was unheard of!

But, once they had made it out and Christophe breathed in the cool night air, as he felt the soft breeze cross his face and the sands around them gently blowing down and over his boots, he felt genuine relief as there was nobody around them as far as his eyes could see.

Now, lying down in bed, eyes closed and still pretending to be asleep, Christophe felt the bed sinking as Gregory sat down on the edge of it and he could hear him paging through a book; Christophe knew that they were not getting room service, but he could dream that his posh friend was glancing over a menu.

Continuing to think back to the night before, Christophe thought about that kid (they never had gotten his name, and, likewise, they never disclosed theirs to him), and how they had taken him back to the area just outside of where he lived. Gregory didn’t like the idea and Christophe, who also could not be fully convinced that this wasn’t a trick after all until they were back on that plane home, couldn’t blame him for being ready to make a run for it at a moment’s notice. In the distance, they watched as a kid who looked a lot like the kid they’d just lead back home, his cousin, rushed towards the kid they’d just left, laughing, arms raised high in the air.

“Are you crying, Christophe?”

Christophe wished that Gregory would not point it out when things got to him: the two shared so much history that the Frenchman believed that Gregory should just understand that sometimes things just hurt. Sometimes you just don’t feel like explaining it. This was one of those times: for once, they were helping someone in a kind way during one of their assignments. It didn’t happen often.

The kid may not have returned with the diamonds that he and his cousin and his cousin’s friend thought he’d come back with, but, on their walk to where he lived, the brunet had given the kid some things he had in his backpack: a crisp $100 bill, an unopened pack of gum, and a harmonica he’d gotten in California. It was the best that he could do with what he had on him; the kid seemed happy to have something to show for his efforts, something to prove himself.

Now Christophe was being tapped on the shoulder, as Gregory attempted to prod him awake. “The plane is due to pick us up within the hour,” he says softly as Christophe’s olive green eyes slowly opened. “If we leave in five minutes, we will have time before we go to stop at that cafe you were eying on the day we arrived.”

Christophe’s cheeks flushed just slightly at the mention of the cafe: Gregory, as always, had noticed things, then, quietly, he had taken note.