#he wouldn’t need a love charm or spell to get me to be his girl

[wildsaltair]

Need him in ways I can’t fully articulate

[retroaria]

hey! I'm not really into nsfw stuff- sooo would you like to do something soft with reo? 😭 like, idk, him as a husband or father so with a family? THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗💗

✮⋆˙ domestic reo headcanons ✮⋆˙

a/n: this is so brain rotted i can’t even lie i think reo is just so easy to romanticize. pure fluff.

• | BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy !! - aria 💜 | •

✮ I actually love this because i headcanon that reo would be a great dad :D at the very least he’d be extremely supportive of whatever his children wanted to do in their lives. He wouldn’t force them to follow in his footsteps like his father and he’d use whatever devices he could to ensure they can comfortably follow the path they choose.

✮ Would post about all his children’s accomplishments, or if you guys didn’t feel comfortable posting the kids he’d still take any chance to tell everyone about it - even his teammates who literally don’t care that his son got the highest score on the spelling test (they’re happy for him though). He secretly enjoys scrapbooking for his kids but they’re “your books” and he “just helps you with it sometimes”. (he’s the one who took almost all the pictures and saved every piece of paper his kid has ever drawn on)

✮ Reo is a charming husband, so charming and sweet it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s a bit lacking in cleaning/caretaking capabilities when it comes to the home but he puts in the effort??? He tries his best and if he does a bad job he always makes it up to you one way or another. In all honesty, he’s probably already hired people to do that (forgot this man is inheriting a multi millionaire dollar corporation).

✮ Reo is however very good at taking care of children. Once he has a clear grasp of their needs, he finds it to be really enjoyable and fulfilling. He takes a lot of pride in whatever happiness and comfort he can bring to his kids. He hates the sound of his babies crying, not because it’s annoying (though he complains about that too) but because it genuinely hurts his soul. He can be a bit too worrisome about it sometimes - he’s totally the type of person to look up his child’s symptoms and freak out over seeing all the worst case scenarios.

✮ The one thing that reo particularly excels at is taking care of you when you’re sick. He can always tell when you’re not feeling your best and he immediately harps on you. He doesn’t know how to cook very well but he knows how to make a few different kinds of warm foods to fill your stomach and give you a little energy. He’d absolutely refuse to stay away from you (unless it was a seriously contagious illness or if you guys had a baby that could’ve gotten sick). Doesn’t care if you’re sneezing and coughing and wheezing, he wants to feed you and hold you and kiss your hot head until it cools down and everything is better again. His goal is always to make sure you get better as soon as possible and won’t let you do anything but rest and relax until then.

✮ Reo is an incredible gift giver! I’ve certainly mentioned this in another hc post, but he is always out and about buying you little things that remind him of you. If you guys have a kid that’s just more gifts he’ll have to get and the thought of that honestly excites him.

✮ Anything can happen but…reo with a daughter…guys….

✮ he would be the sweetest girl dad! would do everything in his power to make her believe she’s an actual princess and he’s just one of her loyal servants. Spoils her rotten and doesn’t feel bad about it.

✮ You’d have to explain to him how this could negatively affect your daughter and it would break his heart. He’d go into theatrics trying to refute it because “What do you mean I can’t let her have everything she wants?” and “What if she cries? You want me to make my daughter cry?” he gets it eventually, but remains reluctant lol.

✮ He’d love playing sports with his kids. Would try to get them into soccer but if they end up liking another sport he’s still just as hype. Isn’t initially familiar with the concept of letting the kids win but soon realized he has to level with the speed of their little legs.

✮ I don’t have any specific hc’s for him as a boy dad but he’d be just as great of course - he’d make sure his son sees how women should be treated based on how he treats you!

✮ If he could find a way to make you the total world ruler he would because he truly believes you’re the most capable person. He’s the kind of husband who lets you run things for the most part but is always there to step in when you need a break or if you just want him by your side. Would call for an emergency flight back home from whatever country he’s training in just because you said you didn’t wanna go to parent teacher night alone.

✮ He loves doing mundane tasks with you, but always tries to “make it a bit more fun” as he says - which basically means he puts away the clothes you fold while you listen to him crack really bad jokes at you, gossip about his teammates, or try to sing and serenade you with his MANY playlists he’s made dedicated to you. On days you both have nothing going on he follows you around the house like a lost puppy, which is slightly annoying but it also means you have four hands to do stuff because he’s a participator above all else.

✮ Reo always makes sure to show his appreciation for how hard you work whether it’s at your job, taking care of the kids/house, or both. He takes time alone with you very seriously, even as your lives get busier and your family grows he always makes sure there’s time for the two of you to just be together and be in love. Always jokes about how you guys need to keep the romance going. He has small romantic gestures that he indulges you in throughout the day: kissing you on the cheek, brushing your hair out of your face/tying it back for you if you if you need (taking his hair tie out for you to use), hugging you a little tighter just before you get up, running a bath for the both of you, massaging your shoulders while you talk.

to be fully honest with you guys, i have never in my life wanted to have kids so it was a bit hard for me to imagine what being happy with children would be like LMAO but alas i did my best. stay safe and stay cool. - aria :3

[mastermindmiko]

Third times' the charm

pairing: Sirius Black + reader

Summary: The two times you and Sirius didn't kiss on new years and the one time you did

For the sake of this story please imagine that Hogwarts classes continue in the new year, so they can have parties in the common room.

Warnings: none, I believe, but let me know Masterlist

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I hope everyone's new year is joyful and prosperous, enjoy 2025

Gryffindor parties always are booming to the point where we need several silencing enchantments in order to keep it quiet, merlin knows what minnie would do if she found out her house were sneaking in alcohol and the loudest muggle speaks any muggleborn could find (simply because a spell wouldn’t have the same effect as speakers).

Despite all that, my boys and I are always divided the same way we always are. James on the dance floor trying to woo Lily, Sirius trying to woo the third girl of the night, Remus playing poker, winning of course, how else would Gryffindor house be able to pay for the barrels of booze and the bottles of Firewhiskey. Peter watches Remus win, counting the money and telling them how much they need to pay the shady dealer that they got the alcohol from.

I am doing arguably the most important job of the whole party, playing the music. I’ve created many many many playlists and all of which are featured in Gryffindor parties. I play some ABBA (Lily’s request), Bowie (Remus’ request) and Queen (Sirius’ request). From the corner of my eye, I see James walk up to the desk where I have everything set up, the different CDs, the record players and of course the speakers.

“Hello!” James shouts, voice low to me from being so close to the speakers. He’s sweating a bunch from all the dancing and his cheeks flushed. If he wasn’t an athlete, I’d think he’d pass out, so many people with so little air with that much effort? I would’ve been long gone a while ago. I reply, “Hey, James, any reason you left your mission to come speak to me?”

“My mission was not abandoned, I just changed tactics.” He declared, and turned to give me some puppy eyes, that I thought only Sirius had mastered. I sighed, “Oh no.”

“Please, please, please, please, please-” James started to beg, holding his hands together, and I was sure that he was a second away from getting down on his knees. I unwound his hands, and looked at him in disdain, anticipating that he’ll tell me something that will make me jump off of the astronomy tower. I groaned, “No amount of begging will make me do anything you want James, if I don’t already want to do it.”

“That’s not true, last month, you didn’t want to turn all the Slytherin’s dinner back alive again, but you helped us-”

“No, I never said I didn’t want to do that, I simply said that I didn’t have the time.” I reply, and the record ends, so I quickly pull out another and place it on the record player. The music filled the room again, and Sirius came to join the discussion. He asks, “How’s it going with the Queen’s best hits album-”

“Not now, Padfoot, I’m in the process of making all my dreams come true.” James interrupts, and turns to look at me once more, he continues, “It’s a simple request really, very very small, very insignificant, you’ll barely even notice that you’re doing it-”

“Cut to the chase, James.” I huff, and he once again activates his puppy eyes. He pleads, “You would really be the best, the absolute best if you could play a slow song for me and Lily.”

“What?! James, a slow song? This is a party, no one wants a slow song.” I moan, and he juts his bottom lip out, pouting. Sirius gives him a little thumbs up from the corner of my eye, so they have been teaching each other. I smack Sirius’ hand down. James says, “I’ll dance with Lily and she’ll be my new year’s kiss and we will have a lovely year together, spending it in each other’s arms and-”

“I really do not want to know where that sentence was heading.” I cut him off, and Sirius throws an arm around my shoulder, I straighten up a bit. Sirius supports, “A slow sound would actually do wonders in helping me seal the deal too, love.”

“Ohh, speaking of which, who is the poor unfortunate victim that will have to spend the first second of the new year locking lips with you?” James asks, and I feel myself getting disgusted from the boys around me. Sirius starts to toy with a strand of my hair, and he replies, “Molly Prewett.”

“Molly Prewett!” I scream, and Sirius shushes me almost just as loudly as I scream the poor girl’s name. I protest, “Fabian and Gideon will kill you if you come near her, plus she’s a sixth year, and you’re two years younger than her, she wouldn’t even look at you, and she’s head over heels for Arthur Weasley who will also kill you if you come near her.”

“I can handle a few punches, Arthur's not here, and what the twins don’t know won’t hurt them.” Sirius refutes, and I roll my eyes at him. I huff, “And how exactly do you expect to get those two away from their sister.”

I look to where Fabian and Gideon are sitting on either side of their sister on the couch who is talking to her friend on the opposite couch. They’re always attached to the hip and they are always ready to defend their sister when it comes to anyone who is not a female. Sirius shrugs his shoulders, “Simple, we distract them by something they both want.”

“And what exactly is that?”

“Gideon’s easy, you know how he’s been wanting Remus to help him with his poker game for years now, and Remus agreed to help. Fabian on the other hand wants something a little bit more difficult for me to achieve.” Sirius looks at me, eyebrows raised, suggestively and I furrow mine. James hums, “Ohh yeah I heard about those rumors too.”

“But alas my brother, they are not rumors, it is in fact true.” Sirius says, and looks back at me again. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I question, “What rumors?”

“Our dear, dear, fellow prankster and fifth year, Fabian Prewett, twin of Gideon Prewett, and more importantly, brother of Molly Prewett, likes you.” Sirius announces, smirking as my face flushes and I let out a squeal of surprise. I shove Sirius’ arm off my shoulder and it only makes his grin widen. I say, “But I’ve barely even talked to him, how can he like me?”

“Maybe that’s what he likes, you know the mystery.” James teases, wiggling his fingers in a spooky manner. I ignore the boy, and look back at Sirius. I ask, “I am not going to be a part of your game.”

“You’ll be helping your dearest friend.” Sirius tries, I shake my head and say, “Remus is my dearest friend.”

“Second dearest?”

“Nope. That would be James.” James punches the air in victory.

“Third?”

“Peter actually cause he doesn’t pester me with annoying requests.” I say, and Sirius huffs. He relaxes his shoulders and gives me a smile before grabbing one of my hands in both of his. He says, “For your very dear and close friend.”

“I am not going to kiss someone I don’t want to kiss and lead them on just for you to get a new year’s kiss from a girl that probably doesn’t like you and whom you’ll dump a few days later.” I stated, and his shoulders sagged. He opened his mouth to protest, but I gave him a firm glare.

“Well, at least help out my poor boy James, you wouldn’t want to break both our hearts tonight.” Sirius says, moving towards James, slinging an arm around his shoulder and both of them give me the cute puppy dog eyes that make me so very weak. I groan, “Ugh, fine. But only if the moment is right.”

“Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you!” James exclaims, and gives me a quick hug from over the table and I smile at his enthusiasm. He whispers, “Make sure it’s after an ABBA song so that Lily is already standing.”

I nod my head and he drifts off back to where he was, centre of the common room, shaking his body to the beat and lip syncing all the lyrics to Lily who looked around trying to avoid making eye contact with him but with a slight flush on her face. Sirius goes back to trying to get Molly’s approval as her new year’s kiss while I shuffle through the boxes of CDs trying to find any of them suitable for a slow song.

Sooner than I realised, the countdown starts. We are only two seconds in before Sirius comes sitting next to me rubbing his jaw in pain. I ask, “What happened?”

“Arthur punched me when I tried to get close to Molly, apparently he floo-ed in just so he could kiss her.” He groans and continues to rub his jaw.

7

6

Sirius looks at me quickly, and he perks up.

5

4

I look at him all confused, until I realise that he is starting to lean towards me with his eyes fluttering shut, hand reaching out to grab onto my waist.

3

I laugh at how absurd it is that he thinks I might actually kiss him. I raise my palm to cover his mouth, and he pouts underneath my palm.

2

“Don’t even think about it, Sirius.”

1

***

But the funny thing is, while Sirius didn’t think about it, I did.

Sirius always was my friend, just a friend, never in my life have I ever thought that padfoot, my friend since we were eleven and that is five years now could be anything more to me than just a friend, a comrade. Never in my life have the thought of something more even entered my head to even just cross it, until it did.

It simply just wasn’t my fault. There were three factors at fault here; Marlene, the suit and Sirius. It all started when we were sitting in the common room, as we always are. Lily, Marlene, Alice, Mary and I. The talk led to the conversation of boys. Somehow in a way unknown to me it led to Sirius. Mary chimed, “He is quite fit, you know.”

“No, I’d never thought about it really.” I shrugged my shoulders, indifferently. Marlene looked at me in an absurd way and she giggled, “Come on, you have to know that he is quite gorgeous, think about it.”

And I did. I thought about his long perfect shiny smooth black hair that always seems to fall in the most perfect way. His nose arched just right, and his cupid’s bow was very pretty. How his eyes are the perfect mix between a cold grey and a stormy ocean that could just make anyone fall to their knees. The next thing I knew, I blushed whenever he hugged me or came to sit flushed next to me.

To make matters even worse, there was a Slughorn dinner party, and while of course, I got invited because of my excellent potion skills, Sirius only got invited due to name recognition. He might not be good at potions, but any member of the Black family didn’t have to be. Sirius invited me along as his date, his reasons being: Everyone already understands that he and I are just friends so he can go with me, talk to any girl he’d like, rather than if he had gone with a date which then he would’ve only been able to talk to her alone.

It seemingly made sense in the realm of the boy world, a place where I would never like to be and didn’t put much thought into. It also took the burden of finding a date off of me, so really the invite was a blessing. The problem arised when Sirius had come down the stairs before the dinner. So, there he was standing, hair looking perfect, shiny black oxfords and most importantly a tailored suit that made him look so incredibly elegant, and, there is no other way to describe it, expensive.

Having Marlene already opened my eyes to the Sirius Black appeal, not drooling over him when wearing a suit was almost impossible. The night went on without a hitch, except for one. Sirius’ did not abide by his reason for him asking me to be his date. He didn’t talk to another girl the whole night, even when Slughorn talked about yet again one of his achievements. I might not have been super focused but I didn’t so much see him glance at another girl. I might be blindsighted to these kinds of things, but not only was that happening, but he also seemed closer to me than usual.

The usual being what I was used to with the boys. The arm around the shoulder, the occasional for a small moment hug, sometimes even a mocking kiss on the forehead. What was not the usual was holding my hand (albeit for a few minutes), and the kiss on my check that he left at the end of the night before I headed to my dorm.

That is why Sirius is the third fault because why would someone who is clearly such a womanizer and anti-attachment supporter choose his friend to be attached to for a whole night, ignoring the complete existence of the previously mentioned reason for the date in the first place.

It would be completely and utterly foolish of me to say that I have no regard for Sirius’ that would be a lie, we are friends, close friends, and I sometimes look at him and want more. I blame that on his looks, it’s a wonder how generations of inbreeding the ancient and noble house of Black did not lead to deformities but rather elegance and beauty. I also blame it on his carefree attitude and the way he can make almost anyone laugh at any given moment despite what was going on in their heads.

Not to mention the fact that he is much deeper than what most of Hogwarts perceived him as, what I perceived him until lately. See, the invite to Slughorn’s dinner was only the beginning of a myriad of ‘adventures’ that I began to have with Sirius. Talks in the astronomy tower, late night snacks into the kitchens, and such. I want to ask him what caused the sudden change, but I was much too afraid to ask him, frightening him, and no longer seeing his gorgeous, beautiful face-

Maybe I liked him more than I led myself to believe, and all of these thoughts and memories entered my head because once again, just like twelve months ago, I am standing in the exact same spot, and I say, “We are not doing this again this year.”

The two boys both begged me for the same things as last year, but this time a little different. I start with James, “Remember what happened last year during the slow dance that you requested? Lily danced with some innocent boy that she might’ve actually liked and what did you do? Hex him! You hexed him! Lily didn’t talk for a while didn’t she? (not like she usually talks to you anyways…) Why do you think that repeating the same actions another time will lead to a different outcome?”

I huff and turn to Sirius, “What is up with you and this need you have for a new years kiss? You didn’t get one last year didn’t you? And didn’t this year turn out fine? Stop trying to get that kiss of yours from girls who you don’t want anyways. Doesn’t a new year’s kiss only matter if you’re getting it from someone you like?”

“Well, I-” James starts, but Sirius presses his index to James’ lips, hushing him. He clears his throat then says, “I’ll go first, prongs. The new year’s kiss isn’t simply about locking lips with some random girl. It’s about giving out goodluck into the new year, setting the tone for all the upcoming relationships, ensuring that I don’t spend a year filled with loneliness!”

He huffed and walked away towards the common room exit. My eyebrows shoot up, stunned at Sirius’ outburst on something so pathetic, or at least it seems that way to me. As I’ve come to learn, the things that Sirius’ cares about are cared about for a reason that he doesn’t usually share. I need to go check up on him. James starts, “I think you should-”

“On it, James.” I move around my setup and table and head towards the exit of the common room. James scoffs from behind me, “Why is no one letting me finish my sentences today?”

I close the portrait of the fat lady behind me and I see him leaning against a wall cigarette in hand. He sees me walk up to him and he puts the cigarette out, he knows how I hate those things. He turns to look the other way and I sigh, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He doesn’t reply and I see him twitching to reach for another cigarette, he folds his arms instead. I ask, “Can I tell you what I think at least?”

“Always, you know I love hearing you talk even if you’re psychologically analyzing me.” He chuckles at the end, I find myself smiling a bit myself. I clear my throat before starting, “I wouldn’t know much about superstitions and all of that, but I’m sure none of what you said is that important to you except for one thing. The part about loneliness?”

“Sirius, I want you to know that the love- the relationship we all have together, it’s unbreakable, and nothing as small and insignificant as a kiss at a specific time during the year is going to change that.” I reassure him, and reach out to place a hand on his shoulder.

He sighs, “Never in my- I’ve never had um this feeling of security in all of this, and when I was younger, I had no one, but well, Reggie-Regulus be we all know how that turned out, and I just want some sort of guarantee, some sort of reassurance, I guess that I won’t be lonely, just to calm me down a bit. If a stupid kiss can help with that, then why not?”

“I get what you mean, Sirius.” I say, and give me a smile while rubbing my hand over his shoulder. He reaches out to grab my hand, and softly grabs it in his delicate and long fingers. He presses a soft kiss to the palm of my hands. Lips hovering over my skin and his hot breath warming up my cold hand. He whispers, “Thank you, darling”

His thumb brushes over my skin, and he looks at me with those beautiful eyes. My whole soul feels like it’s humming and vibrating from the contact. I swear that he inches a little bit closer and that for a split second, I feel his eyes lower from mine to my lips. It’s enough for my breath to get caught. The moment, too delicate to break so I whisper back, “You should probably try and find that kiss now, midnight is in less than a minute.”

His movements pause, I think this is it, until he pulls away completely, taking two large steps back. The cold engulfs my body once more, and he nods his head before walking right past me and into the common room. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, I’m almost completely sure that I hadn’t read the moment wrong.

10

9

I hear them start the countdown.

8

7

I take my two steps towards the common room

6

5

I wave to the fat lady and I say the password

4

3

The door swings open and-

2

1

Sirius is kissing Marlene McKinnon

***

That relationship didn’t last long, two weeks to be precise, and just after it ended within only four days, Marlene got together with Dorcas Meadows. The ‘fallout’ if you could call it that, was entirely my fault. I had previously thought that my feelings for Sirius were purely infatuation, but after spending the first half an hour of the new year, crying while Remus held me because Remus always knows about things like these, I realised they may be deeper than I had known.

Nothing changed, it just went back to how it was before. We all hangout together as a group, Sirius and I alone? Not so much anymore, so the same as to how it was. Sirius tried, many times, to get me to engage with him, but I couldn’t. I should’ve pushed my feelings aside so as to not hurt him, but I felt as though I was the one doing all the hurting.

This new year, there was no party, you would think that the last new years’ Gryffindor Hogwarts party for the marauders would be the biggest and the loudest and the craziest, but this new year was spent differently. There was a party going on, it just didn’t involve us.

I’ve only ever visited Dumbledore’s office a handful of times during my time here at Hogwarts, I wasn't as much of a trouble maker as my friends who knew the office layout by heart, and became close friends with our headmaster’s phoenix. It was some sort of initiation to some secret organisation, he called it ‘the order of the phoenix’.

Dark times were upon us, and everyday the dark lord gets stronger while we don’t do anything about it. People are dying, muggles are dying and muggle borns even. Soon the target will be on our backs, those who support those muggles. It would be crazy if we didn’t help, if we didn’t take a stand. When Dumbledore asks us to put our names down on an enchanted paper, I was the last one to write my name down. I couldn’t even grab the quill before-

“No.”

“No?” I turn to look at the source of the protest and there he is, standing, arms folded, looking very angry for some reason. He states, as if it were obvious, “You’re not joining.”

I look at him incredulously, and turn my whole body towards him to ask, “Why the hell not?”

“Oopp- um Sirius’ I think you outta take this somewhere else, if you’re going to quarrel.” Mary suggests from next to Lily. Sirius puts her suggestion deep into his head, and he grabs me by my hand. I stop him dead in his tracks and oppose, “We’re not going to quarrel, cause he doesn’t have a say in what I do or don’t do.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and before I could even try to process what was happening, he hauls me by my waist over his shoulder, and he takes me outside the office. I scream, “Hey! Put me down!”

He slams the door behind us, and he starts walking down a spiral staircase. My body jumps up and down and each movement has its own impact on Sirius’ shoulder. I groan everytime and I groan and shout, “Fine, fine, just get me off your damn shoulders.”

He does not listen to me and we reach the opening of Dumbledore’s office at the base of the spiral staircase. He lifts me up and sets me down in front of him. I scream, “What the hell was that? You can't just manhandle me like that, and you can't tell me what I can and can't do!”

“You can’t join the order! It's dangerous.” he says, and I roll my eyes, the fury building up more and more inside me. I shout, “And what it’s dangerous foe me, but not for anyone else? Everyone in there signed up! Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, Alice, Frank, James, Peter-”

“I don’t need the list, I was there.” he says, and I can’t hear what he’s saying at this point, I continue, “Am I not as good a witch as everyone else there?”

“Merlin- of course not, you could beat any of our asses easy-”

“Then why the hell not?”

“You could get hurt.” Sirius says and his eyes narrow down at the floor at the tips of his shoes as if he just confessed something. I scoff, “And no one else is going to get hurt? The death eaters are going to try to harm me anyways-”

“Being in the order is a bigger target on your back, and-”

“Supporting muggle borns is reason enough for them to try to kill me, being in the order at least allows me to fight back.” I reason and Sirius isn’t having it. His arms folded and face red, “You can't die.”

"I can not keep losing you like this." He admits, and his voice cracks. It's enough to bring my anger down to a simmer. I sigh, "You're not losing me."

"Really?" He snaps, and he looks me directly in the eye for the first time in this conversation. He bursts, "You told me all that sweet bullshit about how our relationship is unbreakable and then you go and ignore me, sometimes you wouldn't even look at me, without so much as a reason why."

Shame seeps into my skin, I didn't think that it would impact him this much, I didn't think he cared about our friendship this much. He continues, "And you did this for nearly a year, a whole year! Do you know how terrible that was?"

It's my turn to look at the floor, and I stutter, "I-I I'm sorry, I didn't know -"

"I want a reason." He states firmly. Looking at me with a steady gaze. I take a moment and think, is this when I actually tell him?

"And, please...make it the truth." He says, and I sigh, "I would never lie to you."

I take a deep breath and admit, "You kissed Marlene Mckinnon."

"What?"

"Last year, your New years kiss was Marlene." I say, hoping I don't have to say more, that he will understand, drop it, and we can go on as is. He questions, "What does that have to do with us?"

"I didn't want you to kiss Marlene, I wanted you to kiss me." I finish, and I bite my lip anxiously. I look back at the floor, and I hear him say, "Oh."

I feel my eyes begin to sting with tears as the silence stretches. He takes a step closer to me, and he says, "Ten seconds left till midnight."

Great, I'm going to start another year off in tears. The thought makes me sniffle, a tear fails to escape as Sirius places his index under my chin. He tilts my head up, and I gasp.

His gaze is hyperfocused on one thing only, my lips. I feel time tick inside my head, second by second.

9

He leans into me, and I pull back

8

"I don't want you to kiss me just because of a New years kiss."

7

6

5

"I'm going to kiss you because I want you. I want you as all my New Year's kisses for the rest of my life."

4

He counts this time, each time more and closer to my lips. He whispers, "Three... Two...one."

His lips crash into mine, and all I can say is, finally.

[sturns-mermaid]

love letters part 3! |

other parts here

second person pov, angst?, proofread by me 😈

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౨ৎ wc: 715

“Look, those days are over. Leave me alone,” you say as you walk away, nudging his shoulder as you move past him, leaving him dumbfounded. He swerves through the crowd of partygoers to catch you to you. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he pleads as he catches up with you and grabs hold of your wrist once more. “You know I care about you,” he whispers, leaning closer, his eyes glued to your lips. A scoff leaves your mouth as you once again try to get away from him. Even in high school, he always wanted to lure you in with his charm and fake sympathy. All those years passed, and he still hadn’t changed. 

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Flashback 

“Don’t tell me you are still friends with that pink princess,” Chris ‘girlfriend’ whispers as she leans into him, biting her lip. Chris scoffed as he tried pushing her away, only for her to lean further into him. “Look, it doesn’t matter, we’re not even together anymore,” he says, trying to turn his face and avoid her kiss. She groans, annoyed, as she places her hands on his chest, holding him in place against the lockers. “Babe, you’re so funny, we never separated,” she says softly, flattening his shirt. He shifted, grabbing her hands in his and pulling her away. “You’re right, you cheated,” he replies.

Later that day, sprawled on your bed, Chris recounted tales of the girl while you painted your nails. “It’s like she didn’t even care about me,” he continues as you hum in response. Your mind spins with thoughts of how you would treat him so much better than any girl. He sat up somewhat, tilting as he watched you apply pink nail polish to your fingernails, his expression softening from his precious saddened one. The whole time you and Chris had been friends, you had a crush on him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same way you never told him. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him, so you wrote him letters, stored safely away in an old shoebox under your bed. The letters sealed and never opened, your words stored away in worn-out envelopes, the ink fading on the lined paper. 

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The next day (still in flashback)

“Dude, what is this?” one of Chris’s friends asked as he pulled out a white envelope with kiss marks. “A love letter from Emily,” the other teased as he tried grabbing it out of the other’s hand. Chris’s face heated up as he snatched it away, wondering how it had even gotten in his backpack to begin with. As he held it in his hands, he recognized the handwriting on the envelope and who it belonged to. Pretty cursive letters spelled out “Chris.” He only knew one person whose handwriting was that good: yours. “I don’t know what this is,” he said as he shrugged, trying to play it off. Soon, his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself tearing the envelope open and reading the letter. 

Dear Chris, I know we’re friends, but I feel like we know each other better than anyone else in this world. I know this will probably come as a surprise, but please read my words and think about it. Since childhood, we’ve always hung out, inseparable, and shared everything. I know you will never read this, but I just had to tell you. I love you, but that doesn’t mean we need to be together.

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Present

It was a mystery to you: why you’d fallen into his trap once more, or why you’d subconsciously responded to his touch. It was like your body craved him, despite your inner turmoil. Sure, you guys shared moments together, but it was never real. It was always in secret the way he had told you he needed you and then ignored you the next day. You loved him and he took your kindness for granted, using you like you were some rag doll. “I can tell you don’t want me to leave you alone. Come on, we can do what we used to do.” he leans in whispering in your ear, his breath fanning against your skin. Trying to pull away, your heart quickened, yet his eyes held you captive  the moment they locked with yours.

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[mistigrisunshine]

spuffy fic rec

figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Scooby Crew, Where Are You? by Twinkles [9k]

In a not comics-compliant post-series universe where spuffy have been reunited and everyone else is drifting apart, chaos drops by for a visit. Or a nefarious scheme. I guess we'll find out XD

To Apprehend Air by Quinara [19k]

Two days after LMPTM, Spike's soul is stolen. But that's OK; they can get it back, right? Simple. How hard is it to hop dimensions, anyway? Or storm a castle…

Wild and Wonderful by solstice [23k]

Dawn is nine and three quarters. She is resilient, strange and sharp as a tack. She's a credit to her big sis. But she's just been kidnapped by one of the most notorious vamps of all time - Drusilla. Things look bad. Enter Spike, her very unlikely hero. Spike's relationship with Drusilla has been on the rocks since the Acathala debacle and the morsel in the crate is her double-edged gift to him: a chance to make things right, and a chance to be really bad. Kill the girl and make it hurt. But for some reason he. just. can't. Instead, he tosses the niblet into the trunk of his Desoto and hits the road, leaving his one hundred year relationship in tatters, and grinding his reputation into the dust. Buckle your seat belts nice and tight. We're in for a bumpy ride.

World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [23k]

“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.

Once You Eliminate the Impossible by yellowb [30k]

Icelandic noir. Inspector Summers of the Reykjavik police force has finally got her big chance: she’s in charge of a murder case.

sometimes enough by taxicab12 [35k]

“Tell me everything,” Willow said, not sounding particularly like she’d been asleep. “Are his friends cool?” Buffy blinked. “Some of them. There was this one British guy—” “Ooh, accents, hot.” “—who wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs,” she finished. “Ew, men, gross.” “Spike,” Buffy said with a scoff. “What kind of name is that?” Or, Buffy falls in love and in love and in love. For some reason, life keeps happening anyway

ever waiting airports (full of the love that you deserve) by womanaction [41k]

Buffy catches up with Riley's helicopter, solving one problem and introducing a host of others. How is she supposed to rebuild their crumbling relationship in the face of an angry hellgod out for blood, an emotional teenage sister who spent millennia as a glowing ball of energy, and a weirdly helpful vampire? Season 5 rewrite from "Into the Woods" on.

GTFO by Girlytek [54k]

Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.

Care by Sigyn [72k]

While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.

The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]

"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".

Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]

Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.

Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]

Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.

[latoyalestrange]

ghost of our love

s. sallow x gn!reader

(inspired by real events in my second HL playthrough made possible by the companion mod lmao)

summary: a map with messy sketches of landmarks was all you had to go on. that normally wouldn’t prove so challenging if you hadn’t been at hogwarts for all of a week and hadn’t gotten a chance to leave the castle yet. the remedy? a somewhat overconfident fellow fifth-year, who’s face hadn’t slipped your mind since the moment you saw it.

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff <;3 not edited!

words: 1.8k

you needed to use lumos, that much was clear. a bridge, some floating candles, a disheveled archway, some trees, and…hogsmeade? you took your eyes away from the dusty parchment for a moment to scan the boundless grounds that surrounded the northern exit of hogwarts. You stood just outside the courtyard with the gentle wind flowing through your hair behind you. Your scarf followed suit, protecting you from the dusk chill that nipped at your now blushing cheeks and nose.

you saw a few different bridges leading to what looked like an endless sea of forest and no floating candles. having already circled the castle looking for good amount of time, you realized treasure hunting was a lot harder than you had anticipated. you eyed the map again, searching for the missing piece of the puzzle.

being at hogwarts so far had taught you many things. one of those being honing your ability to focus. casting ancient magic required great amounts of focus and discipline, as did any spell. sometimes your ability to drown out distraction came to your benefit, and other times— well, other times it just made it easy to sneak up on you. and, of course, sebastian sallow loved it.

“searching for buried treasure, are we?” the familiar feeling of your soul jumping out of your body momentarily rushed over you, an instinctively deep breath entering your lungs.

“for the love of merlin, sallow! don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on people?” you pouted, clutching the parchment to your chest. your chest heaved as your heart settled and he just chuckled looking at you. you hoped the heat rising in your face would be excused as wind chill.

you couldn’t help yourself around him. around everyone else you were cunning, witty, and charming, but in front of him, you were a awkward school-girl, tripping over your words at every turn and blushing at his every remark. the flirtatious slytherin boy picked up on it immediately and it pulled him to you “like a moth to a flame” as he described it to his closest friend, ominis.

“yes, actually. i just like to knock you down a peg. the ‘chosen one’ ordeal is going straight to your head,” he replied sarcastically, gesturing to your head with a poke of his finger. you swatted his hand away, unamused.

“i’m not the chosen one,” you mocked him, returning to your map.

“that’s what it sounded like to me!” he retorted, but you didn’t bother responding as your eyes locked on the sketches again.

“hey, is that the entrance to the forbidden forest there?” he invited himself to investigate the clues, pointing to the rocky archway in the center. he leaned in to get a better look, closing the gap between the two of you. at that very moment, you were pretty sure you forgot how to focus because you couldn’t even try if your life depended on it. the wind carried his scent over to you as he started to fill your senses.

“yes, there’s the bridge, the entrance, then the trees and hogsmeade to the northeast…that’s just over there.” your gaze followed his hand, indicating to the furthest stone bridge from you and if you squinted, you could see the forgotten archway. he casually grabbed your hand, starting to lead you in the correct direction.

“i don’t remember agreeing to this!” you called to him as he walked swiftly in front of you, trudging through the wild grass to cross in a more direct path.

“you didn’t!” he called back, turning to meet your eye with a mischievous smirk falling to his lips. you stifled a girlish chuckle and jogged lightly to catch up to his long strides. after finding your way back to a path, the bridge was just a few paces in front of you. you eyed the forest’s edge, wondering what might be hiding behind the thick brush. you stop just before the bridge and sebastian notices your distant stare.

“don’t tell me you’re afraid of the forbidden forrest. nothing you can find in there is worse than what i’ve already seen you best.” he assures you.

“i’m not afraid! just thought i heard something…” you trail off, leaving the two of you in silence for a moment. you listened to the wind howl around you, taking in the path you could now clearly see you were meant to take. you took a deep breath and held up your wand.

“lumos.” now you wear leading the way across the stone bridge, scanning the space around you for any reaction. then, as if they appeared out of thin air, a few flickering candles began to float into your view, taking you across the bridge and under the ancient-looking archway that held several warnings against your very actions.

“ah, following floating candles into the forbidden forest. this should be interesting.” you welcomed sebastians familiar sarcasm. at the present, even though you previously denied it, you were trembling in your little boots. the countless duels didn’t scare you because you were at the advantage. no one expected a 16 year old to wield such powerful magic, so you were always underestimated. it was aggravating, but it gave you the upper hand when they were too shocked to cast back.

in the forest, however, you were left vulnerable with so many possible blind spots and vantage points that enemies could hold against you. it made you nervous, to say the least.

"we're looking for a large, dead tree..." the both of you continued to hold your wands up as you followed the candles deeper into the forest. owls cooed and dugbogs crooked in the distance, saving you from the awkward silence. If only the peaceful ambiance and captivating nature around you could calm your nerves too.

"ah, here we are...just a bit further i presume." his casual and confident tone ignited a warmth in your stomach that was fairly new to you. you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but being in his presence, especially hearing his voice, made your entire body buzz. you weren't sure what to call it, but you knew you wouldn't be able to keep your feelings hidden much longer if it kept recurring. you wouldn't be able to bare it.

"jackdaw didn't exactly tell me what i was looking for. we could be walking into anything," you admitted, biting your lip as you realized how far you had traveled.

"jackdaw? i doubt he would give a map of certain death to a student.

"you should've seen where i had to go to find the blasted map,' you retorted, causing the boy to snort with laughter. without thinking, you giggled along with him, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. you looked away instinctively, but the furious blush on your cheeks still remained.

"look! just up ahead!" he swiftly passed you, following the candles around a sparse, rocky path with a large brush on either side. you found yourselves on a landing looking over a charming river, an overgrown wooden bridge going across it. the bundle of candles that led you here joined a larger swarm that lit up the romantic scenery in front of you. an iron set of two chairs and a matching table with more candles and a bundle of wildflowers as a centerpiece. the flames flickered like shining stars that surrounded you, illuminating the various flowers and shrubs planted around the table.

your heart instantly started pumping faster in your chest as you searched his expression for a reaction.

"you could've just asked me on a date, you know," he teased, looking around at the scenery.

"i didn't--"

"i'm only teasing, calm down now," he held a defensive hand up and interrupted you before you could respond. "treasure!"

you followed his sight to see a shiny bronze chest with a lock clasped around the opening. he immediately tried it, just in case, but no luck.

"just our luck..." he scanned the area for a clue and you followed suit. while investigating the table, you noticed a tiny glowing swirl in each seat. you looked back to the lock to see a matching light coming from it as well.

"sebastian...i see something." he rushed to your side.

"what is it?"

"the seats, they're glowing..."

"okay, are you sure this wasn't a secret plot to get me to go with you? you really didn't have to do this--"

"enough, sebastian." you rolled your eyes, and he broke.

"alright, i apologize, that was the last time. i promise." he couldn't help from chuckling at your furrowed brow and twisted mouth. you hated when he said it, but he found you incredibly adorable when you were angry. you sighed and he silenced himself, clearing his throat.

"okay, i think it's pretty clear what we're meant to do." it was his turn to show a flustered demeanor as he straightened his robes, looking at you from the opposite end of the table.

"right..." you fidgeted where you stood before he finally gained the courage to round the table, placing both hands on the back of your chair. his hazel eyes met yours, almost asking for permission. you nodded and he pulled your chair back for you, watching as you took your spot in it. the grass floor prevented him from pushing your chair forward, so he lifted it to set you down further beneath the table. he returned to his original stance, facing you as he fixed his suit once more before sitting down as well.

the candle's glow grew significantly, lighting up the area as if a street lamp was just above. you heard a prominent click-click come from the chest as the lock fell to the ground. you almost turned to look at the chest, but your eyes were locked in with sebastian's, unable to falter. he looked breathless, almost. completely and utterly taken aback.

"sebastian? are you alright?" he blinked as if your voice brought him out of a trance.

"yeah, just...you look stunning right now." he admitted honestly.

"oh! thank you." the redness in your face returned just as quickly as it faded. silence fell on both of you again. he seemed deep in thought as his gaze fell to the table.

"sebastian? the treasure?" his head popped back up, and reality set back in for him.

"right. you're splitting that with me, by the way." he was back to his cocky self as he stood to investigate the chest. you followed suit, rushing to catch up to him.

"you wish, sallow."

"is that so? you wouldn't have been able to open the chest without me here, would you?" he taunted you as you joined him next to the bronze treasure.

"fine, but you're getting us butterbeer after this." he opened the chest, revealing what looked to be around 250 galleons.

"I don't think that will be a problem."

[jorrated]

Some super stray thoughts I had while reading STCO so far:

Knuckles would NOT prioritize his past over Tikal’s suffering are you crazy in the head!!!!

Zak Simond-Hurn’s art is really charming, if it wasn't for the digital onomatopoeias, I wouldn’t mind having this style by a base for an official sonic comic! The design for the red echidna villain however… HM. Not pleasing to the eye.

I like that Ebony are having a bigger role on the fist few issues! But also Ebony’s constantly referring to Super as his friend and doing things to bring him back. Like I get it but also is this going to be her only trait now? Girl…

And porker is going on adventures again. Actually I don’t think they ever explained why Porker went back to being more adventurous in the og comic, participating in Chaos defeat and all. Not against it, and I like to see he still has a bit of bite and wasn't reduced to only a coward, tho it would’ve been cool to see at least a comment on how hes back on “adventuring”.

It’s cool to see Amy dealing with grief over Jhonny (I’ve given up trying to write his name correctly, too weird for me), but IDK. Amy probably was the best grounded character in that situation, so it feels weird to see her distressed over it? I don’t know how to explain it but in my eyes, Amy’s grief for Jhonny would definitively be more melancholic than scary/guilty. I’m glad they are trying to flesh out Amy more, but it doesn’t feel very cohesive with the comic to me. And Jhonny-zombie the killer… a bit tacky but in a funny way.

WHO…. Designed Vichama. I just want to talk. Tell me why you made him look that way. What is that. What went through your head. Dude. I get that Ebony has considerably more anthro body features than the other animal characters, but I feel like Vichama crosses the line into the “gross valley”. If he were drawn closer to how Zachary is I probably wouldn’t care, he probs would’ve looked like an Archie character. But the bulging muscles are kinda upsetting to look at. Cover up man.

So Shadow was created by some enemies of the echidnas. Noted.

Big and the Drakon prosecutor are actually really cute. I like them. Knuckles trying to break Ebony’s spell on Tikal is making me fume. HE WOULDN'T TRY TO DO THAT!!!!! He maybe would be a little desperate trying to trigger some memories but he wouldn't knowingly hurt someone to get information!!!! There is a pannel tho in this part of the comic that makes Knux ask “Where is Porker” and then “Where is the emeralds”. THAT is Knuckles to me, checking in on people before anything else.

Knuckles not being able to carry Big is bullshit. KNUCKLES PUNCHES ROCKS IN HALF LMAO. It’s fine I assume they need to be separated for a reason.

ROUGE STICK LEGS. Somebody please give my girl a double cheeseburger with extra fries and a big gulp of soda.

Actually I love that Rouge is a cunt here. Girlboss!!!! Stole this dudes emeralds AND left them to die, queen shit. Didn’t work but she did have the intent to kill them.

Big wouldn’t eat his friends….. He’d never eat Froggy, and DP (Drakon Prosecutor) even tho looks like a fish, Big considers a friend. BIG WOULDNT THINK ABOUT EATING HIS FRIENDS!!! HE IS A KIND BIG GUY!!!!!!!!!!!! ← most egregious mistake until now. Fucking funny tho can you imagine dying by vore They kept Mighty funny, that’s good.

MMMMN. I like that Sonic is consistently arachnophobic. Really nice continuity. How he first met Shadow tho… It felt underwhelming? Like yeah we know they were going to meet some time but IDK. The framing/pacing is weird to me. Either have them meet quickly at the start of the issue and Sonic is like “IDK WHO that guy is but I don’t like him!!!” or have them meet at the end of the issue, but only show Shadow in shadow (lol) to hook to the next issue. Shadow’s bland ass “I am Shadow” has the same energy as two kindergartners introducing themselves first day of school.

Shadow’s personality is interesting tho. I like him being a bit cocky but not too much, it’s a good take on him, plus he bounces off Sonic pretty well. I do wonder what the hell they’re going to do with him tho.

Awn… acknowledgment of some of the chaotix families… Blockhead Bill my dude

Tikal being given more of a spotlight is neat. It doesn’t give her much, but it’s refreshing to see her thoughts and intentions. However, I can’t help but think that she was mainly inserted to aid Knuckles and be a well of angst. Like IDK, Knuckles has moments mourning his past, or wondering if he will ever understand his ancestors, and Tikal well… She sees things rather than feel? If that makes sense? Like in this comic she is able to see a bit of the past and think “wow this is horrible! Must be a nightmare!” but she doesn’t feel despair? Or anything much? The only moment so far she felt despair was to make Knux Angst, like “ooooh shes suffering so we need to wipe her memories, that means Knuckles wont have his backstories :(“. Smells fishy.

Oh wow, Shadow has an actually interesting backstory here. It gives a reason to follow Robotnik, hate Sonic, not give a shit, aaaand its ambiguous enough you can probably pull off whatever. Fucking congrats STCO writers.

Fave image. What the fuck are they even doing here. Freaks.

Hm. No thoughts on Shadows maybe death. Thematically it’s interesting and all, but we don’t get enough time with him to give a shit. Unless I’m reading it wrong it seems like Shadow is sacrificing himself to save Robotnik, but IDK.

Grimer develops a situatioship depression.

2007 ANTI-ASIAN RACISM. BAD.

Bro what’s with this Knuckles characterization. He would NOT be mean to Tikal. If anything he’d probably be a bit overbearing, trying to give attention to her even if she didn’t want it. I get trying to tie him living his whole life alone being overwhelmed and feeling frustrated that Tikal can’t give him answers, but he wouldn't treat her like crap what is this. I like Porker’s and Knux bro moment, but that doesn’t make up for treating Tikal badly for no reason. Where’s her catharsis? She’s probably just as confused and desperate as Knuckles but she doesn't get any of these moments. Sigh. This idea could’ve definitely worked if Tikal was pushier or more imposing, but like she doesn’t do much, so Knuckles just snaps and it feels off. Knuckles’s stories are probably the issues with the biggest potential, but the writers for sure squander him the most, whomp whomp.

“One of Sonic’s fears is seeing Amy settle down with someone else” no it isn’t shut the fuck up. And the fact they put this on the same level of fear as Jhonny death is deranged.

The tonal whiplash between character comics is p funny honestly. You’ll have one really serious comic followed by a comedic one, lil bit of a mood killer. I guess STC also did this, but to me it at least wasn't jarring like this. Like how am I supposed to process Big getting shot, after Knux and Tikal experiencing the worst nightmare of their lives, living the trauma of seeing million of dead echidnas, after Vector put angel island as a security fund for his ship LMAO.

SONIC CHARACTERS HELPINH OUT THE POLICE SFAJHBJHBWRKJBJB??????!!!!!!!!????????????????????!!!!!!!!!????????11111111!!!!!!!111!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate this actually.

These Shorty and Tekno comics…… I don’t know what it is about them but god. I just don’t like them! Firstly that now it seems they are a completely separated duo from the rest of the team. Like They don’t interact with Sonic or Amy or whatever. Secondly.. Shortfuse is TOO nice. It doesn’t feel like him where is his tantrums??? And this isn’t a diss on the artstyle itself, cause I think it looks pretty nice and cute, but I don’t think it’s really fitting for the characters? Tekno and Shorty look like they’re in a shoujo manga.

I really like how Sonic is now a loser LOL. He got canceled to hell and back.

Finally Rouge makes and appearance. Kinda only realized how little she showed up during the SA2 adaptation.

Grimer destroying Sonic’s reputation is actually kinda nice. I like that they acknowledge his Robotnik situationship depression, tho I think it’s a bit over the top have him be behind EVERYTHING. Still like it tho. Go gross boy go! (Also the art in this issue is REALLY solid, wow, Zak Simond-Hurn really is my favorite artist from the STCO group).

At some point I think I need to stop complaining about Knux’s characterization. But I Do Not Like How They Write My Boy. Doc Zach is still serving cunt so that’s great. Go grandpa go!

It’s kinda awesome to see how the issues expanded through STCO’s run, but I think having so many stories at the same time kinda makes stuff bloated. Like I’m sure I’ll forget some parts of this, even if they are short bits. Like do we really need to follow 2 sonic stories and 2 amy stories at the same time? I think it would’ve been better to pace this with a limit of 3-4 stories MAX per issue. And then once a character story is done, release the next story with the same character. Sonic and Knuckles are kinda always going to be there, having the biggest pull on the comic’s lore and story, so the other ones could cycle out between amy, tekno, shorty, tails, sonic’s world, chaotix, and so on. I haven’t read some of the other non-sonic stories like decap n attack, but those could be thrown in the cycle too!

Actually I love that DP is just hanging out in Big’s restaurant. It’s goofy I really love it.

I wonder how old Sonic’s gang is supposed to be here. Like in theory some years have passed in the comic, but how many. It’s not important at all but Amy is seen drinking wine with Chrysalis and it’s like?? Is she a kid?? Is she an adult?? Is she underage drinking? Again it’s not a big deal, and I don’t even think these characters need a specific age but IDK this was odd to me.

Oof the multiple stories at the same type problem came instantly. I like how Amy acknowledges the losses of the group, Sonic is “evil”, Jhonny is dead, Tekno is missing and stuff, Porker has PTSD and cant fight… But like. That feels so weird when you have a story right next to it with Amy and Tekno together!!! This is why the pacing and bloating feels whack, the comic has continuity with SOME of the stories but not all so its confusing. I know the OG comic had moments like these but because it had less stories per issue, it was way less noticeable, and usually were one-off stories I think.

And on the topic of Porker, I did mention before how he just kinda.. went back to being more adventurous? But know the comic insists that he can’t do it? Man this is kinda messy. I don’t mind Porker starting to become more adventurous again and then maybe regressing a bit in recovery, being too much for him, but it doesn’t feel like that is what it’s being intended here. It feels like someone read STC and maybe skimmed on STCO and then wrote this, so it feels out of place? Like you have porker in the first issue of STCO going on a mission no problems at all, but then on another issue he goes on a mission to blow up an eggman database or smth and hes freaking the fuck out being nervous all the time. Like which is it!!!!! I don’t mind him progressing and regressing on his trauma but at least acknowledge or be consistent with it! Is it because the underwater mission didn’t involve Robotnik? Is that it? Who knows.

I get that Knux and the crew planned to bait Zachary and shit, but like, then why did they act like that in the previous issue? Like the plan was to break the shield so why did Porker said to Knux be careful about it? Girl. This information is only given to bait and switch the audience and it doesn’t work. Porker and Knux have no reason to pretend to not have a plan when they are alone what.

Tails working with cops I’m going to kill myself.

Oh so like. The special zone is dead for real. Like for real FR. Jesus. Could’ve let the characters grieve a bit huh.

Really liked the #250 issue (Tho its funny that I complained about the number of stories per issue, and then #250 has ONE story LOL)! It’s awesome to see the different arts from the varied artists on the STCO team. And even with my complains and whining, it’s an impressive project full of love, good to see stuff like this!

TURBO TURBO TURBO MY BOY TURBO!!!!

The art on this issue is great but some of the flow of the dialogue is off, as in, sometimes I don’t know which speech bubble I’m supposed to read next, cause usually you go left to right, but it seems this story follows top to bottom for speech bubbles and left to right to panel. Not awful but it did throw me off, and it does fuck up the pacing.

um. hi shadow? ok.

(Only read until issue #250)

[aromanticautiesworld]

If you write poly, can you do poly finntress? Also I'm curious will moth experience bi panic via finntress?

oh yes absolutely i write poly please send me poly requests! not 2 ramble about mushrooms but this first part (there will be multiple parts) kinda takes place middle of season 5-ish (sorry flame princess was with finn earlier in the timeline so mushrooms isn’t right after their breakup) there wont be any bi panic from moth abt fintress BUT! definitely in later parts (i love huntress wizard so much). ANYWAYS request time !

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poly fintress with a gender neutral reader

word count: 1098

You squirm your way through the underbrush of the forest, following the path of the boy with the bear hat.

You were more introverted and withdrawn around other people than Finn, so he would sometimes take you with him (often very much like this) to meet new cool people he knew. Not that you object to any of this, most of the people Finn knows are cool with you too—as long as they’re not some sort of shapeshifting monster or illusion trick. That’s also happened before, unfortunately. While terrifying in the moment, you two look back and laugh about it. But still, never again.

So here you are now, legs halfway dipped into a creek, its weak current tugging at your clothes (which you regret wearing. Why couldn’t you have worn your waterproof pants today. Or at LEAST shorts).

“This is the spot where we usually meets. Me and yous just gotta wait,”

“And you’re a hundred percent sure she’s not a demon? Or a cursed witch?”

“Yeah I am dude. Hero’s honor,”

You consider. “Arrite,” You punch him in the shoulder, “I’m trusting you on this one,”

You both hear a rustle of branches and leaves coming from the opposite side of the river, and who you think is some sort of cat-person at first, based on the eyes that appear out of the darkness, effortlessly pushes her way out of the woods.

“What’s up, dudes,” She puts her bow back in its sheath, a bow that seems to have been drawn ready to fire a few seconds ago. You’re a little concerned about that, but if anything it makes you want to get to know this stranger more (also the name ‘Huntress Wizard’ could’ve spelled it out for you, but you didn’t think she’d be hunting right then).

“Meh, nuthin’ much. You said you wanted someone who can sing for this spell, right?” He gestures over to you, “They can sing,”

“Hey,” You pipe up awkwardly from where you stand, both still sort-of behind Finn and halfway in the water. Small fish swim past your legs.

“Hey,” She makes her way over to you, now also halfway in the river and half soaked, seemingly inspecting you, “Yeah. Yeah, you’re what we’ve been looking for,”

Ah. Pretty. Girl. Close to you. You are, at this moment, very normal and very functional. Both of those things.

“Thanks? Um. I mean I’m..I’m down to help with anything you guys need,” Glob, you feel like a student trying to talk to the ‘cool kids’ in one of those old teen movies right now. What is happening…

“Thanks dude! Love it when my friends are friends,” Finn grins, missing teeth only adding to his charm.

You now found yourself singing for a spell to bring forth some ancient magical plant. You wouldn’t say you didn’t care about that, it was a very cool thing, but your mind was occupied by…other topics.

The two taller people in front of you play their flutes, somehow in tune with your voice. Magic spreads in the air, emanating from both their playing and you, along with a feeling similar to when the air pressure drops before a storm begins (but with a more comforting feeling than that of impending doom).

…

Wait, no. That was actually the air pressure dropping.

The sky flashes with lightning, breaking open and letting loose a torrent of rain.

“Shelter! Quick!” Huntress yells out.

You start to follow her, when you’re quickly brought off of your feet and out of the now-muddy ground, scooped up by Finn. The water that’s suddenly pouring down on the three of you in the clearing and the flashes accompanied by thunderclaps do nothing to snap you out of your shocked and flustered state, and your face burns.

You’re eventually put down, now in the safety of a nearby cave, and are still recovering.

“Sorry about that, haha…” Finn chuckles nervously, “I might have panicked a little,”

You say nothing for a second, still stunned, before zoning back in.

“No, I would’ve done the same thing…at least, I would if I was as strong as you are,”

Finn ruffles through his backpack, while Huntress casts a spell under her breath to light a pile of twigs you guys’d found ablaze.

Finn then dumps out the contents of his backpack (a copy of Ble, an old sandwich, an uncursed dagger, the head of a mini cyclops, an energy bar, miscellaneous pens, and many other items now strewn across the floor.

“Guys. I don’t have my emergency sleeping bags,”

You both look up, Huntress now finished starting the fire.

“Looks like we have to huddle. We can use my cape as a sleeping bag for now,”

“Well…wait. Who’s gonna be where?”

“What’chya mean?” Finn asks from where he gathers the contents of his bag back to where they came from.

“I mean who’s gonna be on the edge, who’s being in the middle…”

“Hmmm…It’s just for one night, so…What do you think, Huntress?”

“I think you should be in the middle,” She turns towards you as she talks.

Your brain is flooded with both giddy excitement, and slight embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’m good with that. What do you think?”

“Yes. Yes. Good. Cool. Very good,” You nod quickly, shooting them a thumbs up. Words aren’t working too great for you right now, it seems.

Huntress takes off her cape, her hair (leaves?) are very pretty, spreads it out—this thing is big—onto the floor of the cave, and rolls herself up into one side of it. Finn then drops down his bag (he’s managed to put everything back) And rolls into the cape on the other side. Your turn.

You snuggle in between the two, heart practically beating out of your chest, and unbeknownst to the two surrounding you, a large grin on your face.

You were the first to fall asleep, of course, and both Finn and Huntress reflected on today.

You’re cool. A cool person to add to their weird little relationship-hangout thing they have going on. Based on what Huntress has seen today (that you’d tried to hide, to no avail. You were way more obvious about your crush on her than Finn was), and on what Finn knows about you, you wouldn’t object if they asked. If you did they would back off of course, but he knows that’s not the case.

Drip, Drip, Drip…

Honestly, it was very peaceful in this cave. The sound of rain outside, your steady breathing, the warmth you all shared.

You guys should do this every night.

[jowrites]

His King Charming - 21(written)

Main Masterlist Here.

Prev. Next.

TW: Swearing, Obsession, Stalking(not OC/Heeseung), Doxing, Sexual Themes

Taglist: @kissestoenha

Heeseung watched as Kacey sat quietly on the chair typing away on her laptop. She was humming to herself, a habit he noticed when she had a lot on her mind. She probably had so much to say but didn’t want to say it and it was frustrating because he couldn’t read her mind. He didn’t know what she was thinking. She’s been nothing but calm about the whole situation and after meeting with everyone at HYBE and the legal team she just kindly thanked them and they left. The silence was killing him. He felt like this was his fault. If he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t expose his relationship none of this would have happened and she would still remain her anonymous self. But now her face was being blasted everywhere and it was because of him.

“Do you hate me?” he whispered out, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh no, honey,” Kacey got up from the chair and wrapped her arms around him. 

“I am so sorry, Kacey. This is all my fault,” he choked out and she wrapped him in a hug.

“No, it’s not. I knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to be with you. I was mentally preparing myself for something to happen. As shitty as this is, I’m okay. Stop blaming yourself please,” she held his face in her hands and wiped his tears, quickly giving him small kisses over them.

“How are you so calm? How are you like this…this angel sent from Heaven.”

“I’m not, but thanks. I just knew the realities of things when I came to terms with my feelings and pursued them. It’s okay, Heeseung. I’m really okay and we’re both going to be okay.”

“I don’t want you to go back. You can stay here and live with me and the boys. We’ll protect you, I promise!”

“You’re so sweet. For now I don’t plan to go back to Carmel anytime soon, not until things calm down a bit it wouldn’t be smart to. As for staying here, I am not sure how living with 7 boys in a smelly boy dorm will be good so I’ll go back and forth between Sakura’s and Rina’s. Okay? I’m not leaving you, ever!”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. Kacey, I’m so in love with you and just…everything I feel is so intense and when you’re not here I get so sad and just want to stop everything and run to you. You have me in this spell and it’s like all I think and see if you.”

“I love you too, Heeseung. It’s like I wrote you straight from one of my stories.”

“You have no idea how many times you pulled me out from that void, it’s like you’re my knight in shining armor.”

“I prefer to be your King Charming.” 

“Oh yes, that sounds way better. MY King Charming. All mine.”

His King Charming. It had such a nice ring to it and Heeseung knew he would have to make time to go to church to thank God for sending him the most wonderful girl he could only have in dreams. He was calm and wanted to just hold her in his arms forever. In that moment she leaned in, sealing her feelings with a kiss, where he felt everything all at once. He couldn’t stop himself now, not when they’ve both confirmed to be on the same page and both with the same intense feelings. He laid her down kissing her with vigor not once parting their lips. She let him take all the lead and felt the butterflies build up in her stomach.

When Heeseung pulled away he looked into her eyes and saw all the love and want in them. She nodded and he crashed his lips back down to hers, his hands had a mind of their own as he began feeling the skin under her shirt. He was going to show her just how much he loved her at that moment.

“Please, I need you.”

[sorebelflower]

A 'The Craft' and 'Ride The Cyclone' crossover!

( p.s, i wrote this at 3am and it kinda sucks! also, i do kinda fan ship mischa and nancy here lol. ITS THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS! no one else from The Craft is mentioned here, i would finish it but idk- )

|~Nancy Downs, a girl with, some might say, powers. She prefers the word witchcraft. A witch who lives in Uranium City, Saskatchewan, who would have thought! She went to Saint Cassian Chamber High School, a really empty school. That was only on the weekends when she had choir though. Yeah, she is in choir, what about it? Nancy was forced to by the principal, saying that she would be expelled if she didn’t. She didn’t want to, she had to. The choir didn’t really care for her, they were scared of her. Well, except for Noel, Penny, and Mischa. Mischa’s care for her was special, though. He cared for her in a romantic way, not a friend way. 

Just the way she was so cynical and miserably charming made him feel some sort of way. She often practiced her witchcraft at choir practice, because she wasn’t near anyone who would burn her at the stake. Usually she practiced in the corner of the choir room. Mischa would watch her, admiring her practices. 

Despite his culture being very unwelcoming of witches, he didn’t mind her witchery. He loved it as a matter of fact. Mischa came up to Nancy, being careful still. She looked up from her spell book and tilted her head, 

“Do you need anything?” she asked, carelessly. He fidgeted with his hands, 

“Uhm, can I… sit with you?” he questioned, fixing his hair.

“Sure..” Nancy said, closing her book. He sat down next to her, visibly nervous. He was not scared of her, he was just slightly.. Intimidated by her! “So, why’d you sit next to me... of all people?” she asked, looking at him.

“Because you seem really cool and stuff. I never talked to you before, so I wanted to introduce myself.” Mischa said, taking out his slightly sweaty hand for her to shake. “My name is Mischa Bachinski, It is a pleasure to meet you.” he says, smiling awkwardly.

“My name is Nancy Downs, pleasure to be met.” she says, shaking his hand. She gets something out of her bag and gives it to him. “Here, it’s Jaspillite. I hear it’s a national gemstone of Ukraine.” Nancy explains, smiling at him with her gorgeous teeth. He blushes at her knowledge of his home country.

“Thanks..” he says, putting it in the small pocket in his backpack. She moves closer to him.

“I smell lavender. Is that you?” Nancy asks, smelling his hair slightly. Mischa is blushing brighter than before and says, “Y-yeah..”

“Are you scared of me? I mean.. Who wouldn’t be!” she says, reasoning with him.

“N-no.. just.. Slightly intimidated, that’s all!” he says, trying to hide his blush. She smiles and puts her hand on his shoulder, making Mischa snap his head back towards her. Nancy smiles and says, 

“You’re really cute.” Mischa nods.

 “I am glad you think that!” She looked slightly confused.

“Don’t you say ‘thank you’ or something after a compliment?” Nancy asks, tilting her head.

“Well, yeah. I was actually going to return the favor.” he moves his voice to a whisper and says, “You are drop dead gorgeous.” Mischa kisses her hand and smiles gently. Nancy looks surprised and blushes. He scoots closer to her and says,

“I have been admiring you from afar for a while..” Nancy leans in closer to his face.

“What are you? A stalker?” she asks, jokingly. He laughs and says,

“No, not quite! Just an observer of you.” Nancy blushes at his statement and holds his hand. She has never felt this way before, almost a whole new feeling unlocked in her mind. Love.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

I’d live forever in this moment… If I could stop… time…

(Pre Aricka Charming x Harry Hook)

(Love at first sight; and so much more.)

*Harry*

Harry stepped out of the limo, hit by how bright everything was, squinting confusedly at first until his eyes adjusted.

As he got used to the light, he scanned the perimeter; and then he saw her.

Her.

She was real-?

“The princess will aid you; open your heart to her and she will help you discover the man you’re going to become. The two of you are destined to be great rulers together…”

The words of the Enchantress flooded his mind as he met her gaze. He didn’t even know her name, but he knew he had to get her to tell him.

Time slowed as she finally met his eye, and she froze too; the two of them moved closer, but everything else seemed frozen. Suspended in time.

“Time stops when suddenly you see her

Time stops, and what you thought you knew

Changes and life beyond this moment

Is better, bigger…” Harry thinks, reaching out to the girl, and she reached back, taking his hand, staring at him in shock and wonder.

“Time stops, but still your heart is beating

Time stops, though you don't take a breath

She's there and all you ever wanted

Is nearer, clearer…” he didn’t ever see himself as the romantic type, as the one who wanted a “happily ever after,” being from the Isle he’d accepted he’d probably never meet someone like that, that he would be a pirate forever. But this girl… didn’t even know she had already affected him completely and they didn’t even know each other’s names.

“I used to think the world was small,

Now I don't think that way at all…” he lifts his hand and she spins in a slow circle; still looking at him with shock, awe and something else in her eyes.

“Time stops when dreams come true before you

Time stops when fantasy is real

I knew this moment was expected

But this good, who could?” The girl was beautiful; in every way a girl could be beautiful. And Harry was already wrapped around her finger.

He was doomed. He wouldn’t ever be able to hurt this little treasure. Ever.

*Aricka*

He was real. He was here. In front of her. And time had stopped.

Just like her dream said.

“That boy is staring and I feel a chill, I don't know why

That boy is staring and the world is still,

Not tumbling by

There's no one talking, but I can hear a thousand voices

What's going on inside me?” He spins her, and she follows, stepping closer to him, trying to memorize every detail of his face.

“That boy is staring, is it me he sees?

I can't be sure, if is he staring, should I try to please

Or be demure?

My hand is trembling, but in this moment nothing scares me

What's going on?” All her life, her mother said a prince wanted someone quiet, respectful; and demure. But this boy seemed so- different; so unique, not like any of the Auradon princes.

She needed him to be in her life, it didn’t matter if he was to be her True Love or her best friend. She just needed his energy.

*Both*

“I used to see what lies ahead..” Harry tugs her one step closer. Before the enchantress he was focused on the kids in the Isle and making sure they were safe.

“I thought my life might be a bore..” before her dream and what Fairy Godmother had said Aricka had worried she would be doomed to be a boring pink princess.

“Now I just see this girl instead…” now the princess he was meant to meet was here: and he knew he was forever bound to her.

“Surely I'm bound for something more-!” She gripped both his hands now, and they finally spoke to each other instead of being lost in thought,

“Time stops and troubles are abandoned

Time stops the minute she/he arrives

I've seen the future in this instant

Subversive, sublime…” The spell was ending, they could both feel time beginning to move again, but Aricka took a final step closer and threw her arms around him: still looking up at him, promising him the next words;

“I’d live forever in this moment

If I could stop-!” And Harry took a step back, though still holding onto her hands.

“Stop time…” and he walked backwards toward his group, feeling a knife in his gut as her fingers slipped through his grip, and the girl whispered a soft;

That boy is staring and I feel a chill

I don't know why…”

And then time resumed: and Aricka is stepping forward to greet them;

“Welcome to Auradon-! I’m Aricka Charming, I’m so excited you’re all here-!”

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @sappy-secrets @rosepetalcharm @mariposalass

[julianrchandlerx]

He smiled crookedly and gave her a bashful look. Sure Julian had been flirting shamelessly, but when she called him out on it he couldn’t help but blush a little. “Maybe I am,” he tried to be a bit smooth and coy, but his pink cheeks probably gave him away. He sorta, kinda, maybe, might, slightly, possibly like her — something he was sure was written plain on his sleeve the whole time they’d been at that flower shop. “Like in general or just with ouija boards? Because the answer to both is a lotta things,” he said sheepishly, smile fading at her next comment. “Hey, if she gets too much then we’ll spell out goodbye and I’ll treat you to the most sugary thing we can find in Lunar Cove followed by some of those compliments I like to pay you.” He didn’t like the thought of being judged by some woman’s spirit, but he didn’t know Alyssa so it wouldn’t matter to him. He could tell in her teasing that it must have mattered to her, at least that’s what he read in her words. So he smiled sweetly and sincerely, meaning his silly little offer like he was offering some kind of life line to be used whenever it was needed. “I know, right? Even Bella Notte couldn’t save the thought of a tomato-y kiss. Luckily there are plenty of other romantic ways to enjoy some Italiano and the moonlight.” He rocked back on his feet a little, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “You’re from Boston?” He asked, trying to find a hint of an accent or something in her voice but of course she moved to Lunar Cove perhaps too early to develop one. Still — he interacted with her siblings and hadn’t heard anything from them. “We New Yorkers don’t typically get along with you Bostonians, ya know,” he started in a rather exaggerated stereotypical New York accent, “I guess I can overlook it on account of your very adorable smile, though.” Julian laughed it off, clearly teasing the woman. “If you could drop everything, and not have any dangers beyond the town borders to worry about, what’s the first place you’re high tailing it to?” He flashed a curious glance her way as he took in Briar’s suggestion. “Cook them together, hm?” His smile turned into a smirk, “Sounds like a pretty great date idea.” He was not being subtle. “If it means no accidental poisoning of you, then I could be persuaded. Fair warning though, I have been known to just snack on the ingredients, especially if there’s shredded cheese involved. The cheese tax isn’t just for dogs.” He shrugged innocently, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

Once more her words brought a blush on his face and he cursed the fact that even as a vampire he could still go red in the face at a pretty girl being nice to him. “I’ve had people say nice things to me but I’m not sure when was the last time someone told me I’m lovely,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I could get used to it,” he joked, very much inclined to self deprecation but… He thought he’d try seeing himself from her perspective. Maybe he’d stop being so tough on himself if he did. He crossed his arms and made a show of deep thinking as he began listing out the adjectives he’d use for her. “Oh I think I’d start with intelligent, talented for sure, maybe pepper in beautiful and charming, too. Just to make a few.” Julian warmed at her words, his brief anxiety completely leaving him. “Sounds like we really wanna get to know each other or something,” he quipped, “but that also almost sounds like a challenge. One I hope I lose.” He decided he’d like it if she stuck around, at the least as a friend. The touch of her finger against his hand sent a jolt of electricity from that limb to the rest of his body, goosebumps rising in its wake. Without thought his hand shifted, twisting so his thumb now grazed along the side of her hand. Julian’s mind finally caught onto himself before he could get carried away, pulling away shyly and almost begrudgingly from the light contact. This was a vulnerable talk and moment, he feared he was reading too far into things when her motivations could have been different from his. “Don’t be,” his voice was equally soft as her whisper, “There’s nothing wrong with that. That’s the point of mourning someone who left before their time seemed up — the what could have beens, their potential. There’s nothing wrong in grieving who she could have been. You have no reason to feel guilt or shame over that.”

Julian gave her a slow clap and laugh at her mock bow. “So have you always wanted to be an actress, ever since you were little?” He had this aching desire to get to know her, as well as Briar permitted, and in the most innocent and sweetest of ways. Who you wanted to be when you grew up as a kid seemed a great starting point. He shrugged. “Oh boy, I mean I didn’t think I was very good at it,” Julian admitted, “I don’t think Rohan would recast me in anything. I think I’m more a set painter, but… Well, there are some pros to it.” A pointed look her way melted into a smile of amusement as he added, “Theater food is good.” As she smiled and squeezed his hand, he instantly shook his head at her words. “No, I think this is one of those few things I won’t regret,” he said with such finality, in a tone more serious than anything else he’d said so far. He held her hand and gaze for a moment longer, allowing himself the pleasure of her touch before dropping it all together. Julian slowly nodded to her words. He knew a bit about her father, in the way a lot of the kids back in Queens knew of Silas Chamberlain when Jasmine first showed up at school. The rumors. Something about prison. He never paid it attention, it didn’t matter to him when he’d decided to become Jasmine’s friend. It still didn’t matter much to him, but he had the feeling Briar was curious. Who wouldn’t be in her place? “Hey, you’ve got plenty of time to figure it all out,” he said with warmth and confidence, leaning down to gently bump her shoulder.

“The million dollar question,” Julian said in a sigh. He had evaded a proper response any time someone asked him, but maybe it was the vulnerable nature of their conversation which made him so relaxed in response to a question that sometimes tensed him up. Whatever the reason, Julian shrugged and leaned towards her as he spoke quietly. “The truth? I know it’s beneficial and it would make my immortal existence a lot easier, but I don’t know… something about it rubs me just a little wrong. I can’t explain it. I keep telling myself and everyone I’ll join it eventually, but… It feels weird. Like, I don’t know. I came to Lunar Cove on the most ridiculous whim, literally chasing after a friend who stopped calling because, what, I missed her? It’s so dumb in hind sight. I got myself turned into a vampire because of my stubbornness and now everyone wants to know why I won’t join their club and really it’s because I feel like I’m being rooted here when I don’t wanna be.” He spoke so fast he needed to stop a moment and just breathe. “I haven’t even lived life and then it ended for me. And I’m still technically here, I know, but the world as I know it is just slowly pulling away from me and I guess the truth is I’m not ready to let go of my human life and I feel like joining the clan is almost symbolic of that. Walking away from the world I once lived in and the people I knew and loved, embracing this secret community I’m now a part of. It’s… Overwhelming.” He swallowed thickly, “That’s probably a very stupid excuse.”

He smiled, because even though they were entering heavy territory it was nice to know they were still teetering that line of flirtation. “Maybe I will,” he quipped, his grin ever coy. He thought maybe she wanted him to ask her right then and there, but he wanted to reserve it for just the right moment. The conversation turned heavy, but Julian hadn’t minded it. He was quiet and attentive, his eyes on her as she spoke. He thought about wanting to get to know her over coffee and a treat, but he thought in that moment he was getting to know her far better than he would in the round of twenty questions he would start up at a cafe. “I think we have control over certain things,” he replied, “Mostly over I guess how we react to things. But sometimes there are things in life beyond our control and in those cases we have to make the best of it. Find the meaning for us and make things work for us, I guess.” He wasn’t sure. Julian could see the vulnerability in her face, thought he was dialing into the emotions. This time he didn’t question himself when he reached for her hand, wrapping his larger fingers around hers almost protectively and squeezing gently. His other hand grabbed his handlebars at the center, as if planning to push his bike with one hand and hold onto her with the other hand when they resumed their walk. He wanted to be a support for someone clearly going through something, wanted her to feel safe with him.

“I’m sorry you’ve lived your life like that. I can’t even begin to understand it, even if I want to think I already do.” And in a way he had; for his father he had done years of pretending until he just couldn’t make it work. “But I want you to know you don’t have to pretend. Not with me. I’m sure many others would say the same, but right here and right now… You don’t have to be anything but you. I don’t want you to be anything but yourself. There’s not some Briar-Rose I’ve thought up and expect you to be, I wanna get to know the real you.” His thumb grazed her knuckles, drawing slow and small circles on her skin. He watched their joined hands a second, smiling at her words. “I think what it says about you is you are persistent and you know what you want out of life, and you’ll do whatever you can to achieve your greatness. There’s nothing wrong with that; I think it’s inspiring. And, hey, if there’s some cosmic reason we bumped into each other and spent this time together, well… I’ll take it.” His smile dimpled as he spoke, eyes searching her face a moment. “Can I walk you home?” He asked after a stretch of silence, still holding her hand. “As much as I want to keep you and walk all over town with you all night, talking about anything and everything under the sun, I know you have a lot on your plate right now. And even if tomorrow is no good, I’d like to see you again. Maybe under different circumstances, if your time allows it.” His expression turned a bit shy as he continued, “Meaning, I’d like to take you out sometime, get to know you even more.” He was shooting his shot, hoping he was aiming for the right target and not totally off the mark.

"Are you paying me a compliment, Julian?" She hummed in response, the expand of a smile ghosting her lips for a moment longer than she realized. Briar made a soft sound at the base of her throat. "Alyssa had a fantastic way of speaking." Briar began thoughtfully wondering if she'd go to whatever hell was for thinking poorly of her late mother. The thought only lasted a second, as she decided she didn't believe in heaven or hell. She'd lived it, watching her sister die followed by the irreversible death of her mother. The flickering memory of only Ranji attempting to save the Reed matriarch stained Briar's thoughts. She thought of it with a bitter twist of her abdomen that made her feel as if she would be sick. That was hell. She didn't need to ask if it was awful, there was no argument based on the things she saw as her mother's life slipped away into a realm Briar knew little about. "What are you most afraid of?" She asked quietly before adding, "Afraid she'll judge you from the grave? Because I am." Briar teased, a hand self-consciously smoothing a tendril of hair behind her ear. She attempted to keep her voice light, and easy. She wanted nothing more than to hold onto that easy warmth that came with his company. "Doesn't really evoke romance when you put it that way." She chuckled, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. Her smile slowly smoothed and she frowned a bit, "I've never really been anywhere except here." She said, "We're from Boston but I don't remember it. Alyssa moved us here when I was too young to really remember anything." She almost wanted to cry again, instead she smiled effortlessly smothering the ache blooming in her chest, "So get me a date who is well traveled but only ever eats McDonald's and we'd be a perfect match in the balance." She shrugged, "You're going to have to do your very best then so I don't die from a bad casserole. Or maybe we can just cook them together. Make sure you don't send me to an early grave."

I'll take my chances with you- her heart fluttered in a way that stole a breath and a beat all at once. How easy she was to please with a few kind words being all she'd ever wanted to hear. "Brave man." She commended with a coy smile. Briar hummed and shook her head, "Not in the least." Maybe it was the grief or the fact her guard was down that made it so easy for her now, or perhaps it was simply him, "Do you not realize how lovely you are?" She asked as if she could answer it herself. Briar tilted her head towards him, "Feel free to lay out the adjectives you would use." She invited enjoying the lovely words that he'd give her. When he spoke of his mother equal parts jealousy and admiration bloomed in the pit of her stomach. Briar shook her head, "Get to know me and you'll find I am far too obstinate for fickle mind-changing. I'm quite stubborn and usually get my way. And I don't think I'd like to change my mind." Briar bumped her hand against his, the soft touch of flesh on flesh warming her in all the cold parts of her. She extended her pinky, tracing it gently, almost accidentally against the back of his hand. A lump had lodged itself in the base of her throat, Briar managed to nod. "We did." She whispered a breathless exhale of unspent emotion. "I feel guilty." She admitted, "I mourn what she could have been if she had the time more than anything else."

She did a mock bow, "I owe it all to little me who spent hours in the mirror making up acceptance speeches...and the gift of pretenses." She accepted the compliment, "Do you think you'll go back to it when Rohan gets The Pendelum up and running again?" She paused in step only to look at him, a flicker of warning- I ruin all things I adore. She smiled instead and gave his hand a squeeze. "You may come to regret that offer, but I've never been one to say no to a gift." She admits with a demure smile and shifts forward the offer wrapping her up in promise. "I don't know if my dad had a hand it in-" She admitted, she only knew the man in photos and in the little bits of information she had found out over the past few months of her digging into who he was. "I'm not sure of what yet." She admitted her chest a tight band of emotion always on the edge of snapping.

Stepping into the fading sunshine Briar gestured to his bike, "Is there a reason you've not joined?" She asked curiosity too tangled in desire to know him to think her question rude or invasive. "Well you should invite me to coffee then." Briar answered as she walked both towards her empty home and no where at all. She took odd turns and went down a block she normally didn't. Her chest tightened and she nodded, "Destined for all of this then?" She asked once more. "To be who and what we are, to lose all we lost- do you think we have any control in any of it?" She asked, as follow up. Not really sure how she would answer the question, "I thought I was bigger than fate." She admitted, "That if I did everything perfectly exactly as I was told then the rest would fall into place. That I would become who I was supposed to be." It was a different kind of suffering to have spent her whole life playing the part she was told. Running head first into one end only to have it all crumble away from her leaving her with he bitter realization that whoever she thought she was before was no longer what she had left now. "I always thought I had some control in all of it. Maybe more than realistically conceivable." She admitted, her eyes volleying between him and the sun that was slipping below the horizon allowing the stars to flicker into view. "I think I've been pretending my entire life, Julian," Briar admitted suddenly drawing her eyes up to his face. "I'm so tired of playing a part in who I'm expected to be. Tired of losing all the things I've wanted only to find that I'm not even sure I'd wanted them to begin with." She concluded her frown fleeting, she'd wished she'd been the one to die instead of Alyssa. A thought she still could not voice aloud. Briar stalled her eyes moving up across his face. "Maybe this is fate too. Me, you the flowers of it all. Maybe I have no control in any of it- but I don't have it in me to not try anyway. I wonder what that says about me-"

[simplyholl]

A Christmas Wish [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: A drunken confession at a Christmas party leads to delightful consequences. 

Pairing: President Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Dub Con. Choking. Rough Sex.

W/C: 1.2K

Part of The Winter Warmers Collection

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The overplayed Christmas music filled the large room in the White House. I examine my handiwork, mistletoe hung in every doorway, far too many overdecorated trees, and lights I carefully placed along the walls. It had taken me all week to get it perfect. My boss, President Loki had demanded it be the best holiday party the White House had ever seen.

As his personal assistant, I never handled any important matters. My job mostly consisted of scheduling his appointments, getting his meals, coffee, and anything he deemed too insignificant to bother anyone else with. In other words, I’m his lackey. I would have quit long ago, but I couldn’t stand to be away from him. He is the most attractive man I have ever seen, almost otherworldly. He is endlessly charming. He wouldn’t be so successful, if he wasn’t. There’s also a dark side to him that he hides from the public. He can be arrogant, bossy, and mean. I have seen him fire people for walking in the room in a way he deemed unbecoming of his brand. But he had always been kind to me.

I know, it’s such a cliché to have a crush on your boss. But he has that effect on women. Every woman in our office is under his spell. It’s like the Bachelor every day, the way they fight for his attention. Even the older ladies dote on him, making sure he eats and baking him sweets.

 “Y/N, this is wonderful. Exactly what I imagined for the party. Everyone I have spoken to loves the decorations. You have outdone yourself. Make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. You deserve a break.” Loki pats me on the back. His attention is taken off me when a leggy brunette walks by. “If you’ll excuse me, Y/N, I must see to my guests.”

I find my friends, Emma, Hannah, and Meg. They work on Loki’s campaign team. They have been working overtime, since he is up for re-election. They are taking shots; their laughter rings out above the music. “Y/N, you need to get started, you’re a few shots behind.” They hand me a glass; Meg fills it to the top. I press it to my lips; the alcohol burns my throat on the way down. I repeat the process four more times. Loki did tell me to enjoy myself and I’m having a blast with my girls.

“President Hottie was looking extra fine tonight.” Hannah slurs. “Y/N, I don’t know how you are with him every day, and still haven’t tried to sleep with him.” Emma interjects. “It’s not that I don’t want to, he’s just not into me. He’s had plenty of opportunities when we are alone, but he has never made a move.” “Ugh! Can we change the subject? I’ve had enough of his royal highness to last a lifetime.” Meg whines. “What do you all want for Christmas this year?”

Emma thinks about it for a moment, “I told my husband I wanted a new tablet for work.” “I’m hoping for a new handbag.” Hannah says. “What about you, Y/N?” “I don’t think there is anything I want this year.” Meg looks shocked. “There’s nothing you want? Come on, if you could have anything in the world, what would be your Christmas wish?” The effects of the alcohol have taken over. I’m just as surprised as the girls when I say, “All I want for Christmas is for Loki to rip this dress off me.” They giggle and squeal with delight at my answer. The fun stops when a large hand appears on my shoulder.

“Y/N, I require your presence for a moment.” My soul leaves my body when I realize my boss just heard my inappropriate comment about him. I am absolutely getting fired. I’m right behind him, my head hung in shame. He leads me away from the party into his office. I wait for him to shut the door before profusely apologizing.

“Sir, I am so sorry. I don’t usually drink this much, and the girls – “ “Kneel.” He interrupts me with his command. “What?” “Don’t make me tell you again, pet.” I notice his erection straining against his pants as I sink in front of him. “Do you wish to please me, pet?” I nod my head yes. “Of course, you do. Always so good for me, exceeding my expectations. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I want your mouth, sweet girl.”

I unbutton his pants freeing him. I reach for his length, pumping gently while taking him in my mouth. He is way bigger than I’m used to. I gag as he thrusts too deep. I flick my tongue tracing the veins along his glorious manhood. I relax my throat taking all of him. I hollow my cheeks sucking as he pulls my hair, guiding me. He moans my name as I slurp his tip, my hand working the rest of him. He thrusts harder hitting the back of my throat causing me to choke. He doesn’t stop. I hold onto his strong thighs for support. His thrusts become sloppy letting me know he’s close. His grip on my hair tightens. He slams roughly into my throat. He places one finger under my chin lifting my head. I look up meeting his gaze. “Swallow.” He commands as the warm liquid slides down my throat. He helps me off the floor.

I notice he is still hard. His hungry eyes trail over my body. He takes a step forward; strong hands grip my dress. It feels like he barely tugs on the material, but it comes apart in his hands as slides it down my body. He strips me of my underwear. “I have fulfilled your Christmas wish. Now you can grant mine.” He reaches between my thighs, swiping a long finger down my center. “So wet for me. I haven’t touched you yet. Choking on your President’s cock has ruined you already.”

He picks me up, slamming my body against the cool wall. He sucks bruises against my neck. I squirm in his arms, moaning his name.  I tangle my hands in his raven curls. I grab the band of his head piece. I try to remove it so I can see his face better. He clutches my wrist stopping me. “The horns stay on.” He growls. He forcefully thrusts into me. I cry out, placing one hand on his muscled arm, the other holds the right horn of his head piece.

He holds me against the wall his expert fingers circle my clit. “You take me so well. So good for me.” My legs shake as he pounds into me. “Loki I’m gonna come. I…” “Come for me. Let your president have all of you. Let me claim you.” I come undone with his words.

He grasps my hips using me as his human sex doll, fucking me relentlessly. My body slams against the wall with every thrust. He wraps his porcelain hand around my neck squeezing tightly. His moans are music to my ears. He comes apart panting against my neck. He places me back on my feet. He removes his suit jacket tossing it to me as I collect my underwear from the floor. “You can leave out the back.” He adjusts himself zipping his pants and straightening his clothes. He opens the door taking one last look at my disheveled appearance. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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[munsonsduchess]

Shadow of the Moon

summary: you’re a young woman living alone on the outskirts of the village of hawkins, who just so happens to be a witch and perhaps the only hope eddie munson has w/c: 1,130 warnings: prejudice, mentions of blood and injury a/n: so this whole thing kinda just grabbed me by the 🐱 if i’m honest, it’s just the idea of those swoopy white shirts with the big sleeves and the tightest trousers known to mankind, if you like this please reblog it so others can find it as well! so many thanks to @pillow-titties for helping me plot this out

not beta’d but i did a spell check, that being said there’s probably a hundred and one typos but trust me they’re just there for flavouring

(moodboard by me)

For as long as you could remember you'd never lived in one place for any great length of time. Always having to leave suddenly in the middle of the night, or hearing that you had till sundown to gather your things and leave, that was the life of someone like you. Someone with powers. A witch they called you, they were right.

You'd come to Hawkins a year ago. It was one of the larger villages in the area, loomed over by the great Gothic Castle of King Robert Harrington who had lost his wife the winter before you had arrived, to hear the villagers speak the King had never been a warm man but he had never been cruel but the death of his wife had shut something off inside the King.

His son, Price Steven was seen less and less outside of the castle walls those first few months. Everyone assumed that he would be grieving the death of his Mother but rumours from those who worked in the palace suggested otherwise. People said that the King expected too much from his son, that according to the King the Prince ought to be just like his father but Prince Steven favoured his mother more.

You had come to know all this and more from a young man named Dustin and his friends who had offered you their services after witnessing how you were treated in the village your first few months. How scared people became when they found out who or rather what you were. The immediate change in behaviour of a shopkeeper who only moments ago had been more than welcoming and helpful to now asking you to leave his business.

Dustin and his friends offered to get anything you needed from the village so you wouldn’t have to go in yourself and be treated the way you were. They had promised never to tell a soul what they were purchasing the items you requested for or indeed for whom,

“We’re really good at keeping secrets” Dustin had told you

You were want to believe him if the way their little group huddled around one of their member. A girl called Jane who seemed to sense things more deeply than her peers, you knew exactly what the world would do to a girl like that and it warmed your heart to see how protected she was.

»»————- ☾————-««

You mainly kept to yourself, with Dustin and his friends got you anything you needed from the village and sometimes came to watch you work but most days it would just be you and your books.

Girls came from the village, the way they always do, asking for love charms. They wanted the objet of their affections to notice them, wanted true love as so many often did. You also produced a large number of charms to catch the eye of the Prince himself, he was a handsome young man and you could certainly see why the village girls and even those who worked in the palace itself would want to catch his eye.

Although local gossip had it that the Prince had already taken a lover, a girl who worked in the palace named Robin. They were reportedly never apart and this of course led many to believe that the two were involved somehow.

The children laughed when anyone mentioned it. They were all apparently quite close with the Prince, much to the outrage of his father, and they called the rumours stupid and baseless. There was nothing more than friendship between Prince Steven and Robin,

“Platonic with a capital P they call it” Maxine had told you, “Steve’s a good guy but because he’s important or whatever people all think his business is theirs too”

“How very wise of you Maxine” you’d laughed, “do you not wish for your prince’s attention too!”

“Ew, gross”

You’d laughed, thanked the children for their help for the day and gone about your business. It would seem that despite how the village at large felt about a witch living in such close proximity to them it didn’t bother the children or their parents. Will had told you that his Mother and Father thought it was a good thing, to help someone the way he and Jane were helping you.

You’d heard the same thing from Lucas that his parents tended to agree with Will and Jane’s parents. Apparently they’d all grown up together and so then had their children. The only one who seemed surly about the entire affair was Michael and after being pulled aside by Dustin it was revealed that Michael’s father was one of the most outspoken voices in regards to your living situation and his Mother was simply distant, he had an elder sister but she had since left the home and gone on to live a new life.

You found yourself growing more and more fond of this strange group of children and you hoped they were as fond of you. It was nice to have friends, even if they were so much younger than you.

»»————- ☾————-««

It was one of the darkest nights since you’d moved to Hawkins. You’d known the storm was coming and made all the necessary preparations, there would be things that needed to be done for your craft when the storm had passed and you were spending the time reading while you waited for the storm to pass.

If anything the storm didn’t seem to want to pass by Hawkins at all, it was rattling your windows and the wind howled down your chimney. It sounded for all the world like the world was ending outside, you hadn’t experienced a storm like it since you were a child.

The sound of banging alerted you to someone at the door to your cottage. They were pounding the door as heavily as they could and yelling something that was being silenced by the sound of thunder rumbling overhead. Was this it? Was this the mob come to chase you from their village in the dead of night?

There was no light outside that you could see so perhaps not? Or perhaps their torches had simply been extinguished in the pouring rain. Something told you though, that you should open the door, that this was important.

So open it you did.

What you had not expected to find that evening was the Crown Prince standing in your doorway covered in blood with a frantic concerned look on his face, Dustin at his other side equally covered in blood and frantic and held up between them a young man with a mess of dark curly hair bleeding profusely and hardly breathing,

“Please, you have to help us” Steve spoke, “help him, please”

What had you gotten yourself into?

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[riot-writing]

Howl's Moving Castle but when the prince of the other country come back to hit on Sophie1

(i actually hashed this out with a friend so there are some comments from her too!)

+Follow up thoughts on Howl’s Moving Castle: what happens when the prince from the neighboring country shows up to try and woo Sophie away from Howl?

+After the war is over he shows up like “Hey, man, glad she broke your spell, too, happy you’re alive, know she loves you dearly, but I gotta give it a shot” and Howl is 30% “Hey I can respect that” and 70% “this is MY emotional support curse breaking kind person and You! Can’t! Have! Her!!!”

+And I think Justin (that is his canon name, sorry you had to find out this way) shows back up knowing how it’s gonna go because Sophie wouldn’t be the woman he fell in love with if she were any less devoted to Howl or wishy-washy in her convictions so he shows up knowing it's not going to happen BUT what he doesn’t know is that Sophie has a very beautiful and kind sister

+So he’s visiting Sophie and meets Lettie and maybe Lettie is actually super smart, not just beautiful like she’s always been told is what matters most. Lettie’s enrolled in university!

+But she’s paying for it on her own because her mother doesn’t support such endeavors but Lettie is Determined!

+So maybe the first time Justin meets Lettie is actually at the cafe because Sophie is showing him around because her mindset is “this man can love me but I’m damned sure going to make sure it’s as a friend” and Sophie tells him her sister is starting university in the fall. And Justin - being the polite prince he is - asks Lettie what she’ll be studying and Lettie says international trade or economics or whatever the fantasy equivalent is and Justin is surprised. Lettie is easily beautiful enough to just marry for money and be a trophy wife, but he definitely respects her decision not to take the easy way out

+So because Lettie is a prepared bitch and she’s familiarized herself with all the readings for her first class already, she and Justin have a decent if very short conversation about how trade taxes have changed since the end of the war but Lettie has to go cause girl is at work. 

+So Sophie and Justin have their tea and sweets and then return to Sophie’s mom’s house with her new filthy rich husband because you KNOW the woman would demand to host at least on dinner once she realizes a prince is interested in her daughter

+So there’s a dinner party and Sophie’s mom is being her insufferable self, but Justin is used to it, and he’s really interested in continuing his conversation with Lettie, but he doesn’t get to sit close enough to her at dinner so when the dancing starts, he has his obligatory dance with Sophie - and then one with Howl because the wizard is like “why do you only pay attention to Sophie” and sulks a little - and then goes to find Lettie, who is being nice to, but also trying to brush off a few marriage prospects her mother keeps sending her way

+So Justin cuts in and it’s not like you can say no to a prince so he asks Lettie to dance and she says yes because again you don’t really say no to a prince and she’s expecting him to lay on the charm to like get in good with Sophie, but he almost immediately jumps right back into their earlier conversation about trade clauses and taxation and she’s very surprised

+X: is this intentional wooing on his part because he knows she cares about it or is he genuinely interested in her thoughts?

+Absolutely genuine. 

+Anyway the rest is like Justin discovering that just because Sophie is his one true love doesn’t mean she’s his Romantic one true love and that you can love more than one person at a time in more than one way

+Lettie can be considered radically liberal if she were to voice her opinions in some specific social clubs and Justin’s country has always been right leaning so she says some stuff that leaves him reeling and he just needs to know more

+I’m not saying that Lettie romances the heir of a country into changing political parties but I’m not not saying it either

+I also thinks it’s a Legally Blonde situation - Lettie def wants to marry this man but he’s not allowed to help her with school, he isn’t allowed to just give her money, and they don’t even announce their engagement until AFTER she graduates

+Which adds a whole new level of hilarity a la keeping it from her mom cause Justin proposes 6 months before Lettie graduates and they have to keep it hush hush so her mom doesn’t go blabbing about it