#hello Lo I love you so much I hugs you I squish you

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Sam stretches out a paw, just a little, to poke the other Sam's shoe. The other Sam gives him an unsure smile. He stretches out again, this time, patting the shoe a few times. Pat pat pat pat... hmm...

Just as Sam is ready to assume its safe, his counterpart moves, too sudden, and Sam bolts into a nearby bush. Cautious. Wary.

His counterpart will Not Fool Him. He probably doesn't even give good pets.

catgame sam!

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ first "I love you's" with en-maknae line

*:･ﾟ✧ genre : fluff

*:･ﾟ✧ description : established relationship, bf!enhypen, gn!reader, first time saying I love you headcanons :D

*:･ﾟ✧ here it is!!! this is- pretty long, just a heads up 🤪

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ଘ Sunoo ~ˊˎ-

He was having a hard time lately with all of the stress from the comeback and everything

He tried to hide it from you but obviously you noticed, like you were on FaceTime and he wasn’t even showing his face 😞

So obviously you were like 🤨 “Where did my sunshine baby go?”

Which actually made him show his face it was red asf

So when he hung up you were like k time to cheer up the love of my life

Which is exactly what you said in your brain and then had a nervous breakdown because ??the love of your life??

But you decided to push that away for now so you could get everything you needed together

You texted the boys and told them you were going to come over

They had noticed his change and thought it would be a good idea so they agreed, and some of them left while others promised to stay in their rooms

When you knock on the door the next day you hear “Sunoo can you get that?” from somewhere in the house and you know they’re doing their jobs

Sunoo wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he opened the door, maybe a manager or a crazy fan, but it wasn’t his s/o with a bag on their shoulders and holding a little bouquet of flowers

“Y/n!!” He immediately engulfed you in a hug, and you smile at his excitement, you definitely made the right plan

He pulls away, asking a “why are you here” to which you shove the flowers at him

“These are for you, um I hope you like them”

Your words came out kinda squished, most people don’t get their boyfriends flowers but you thought it was a really good idea, except now that you’re in front of him you feel kinda dumb, what if he doesn’t like them

“Thank you!! I love them!”

His eyes are sparkling and he tells you that he’s never been given a bouquet of flowers like this and that he’s so happy you got him some

And with your renewed confidence you tell him the rest of what you have planned, a self care day with movies and snacks and skin care and cuddling, lots of cuddling

And he just !!!

He gets so excited 🥺

Like “okay let’s start right now” and then picks you up and goes running the the couch, and you’re laughing almost directly in his ear and he can’t get any happier

So you spend all day together, just messing around and doing whatever

And then he falls asleep, right on the couch on your lap which like 🥰

He looks so peaceful and calm you can’t resist, so you stop playing with his hair like you were originally and lay your hand on his face, tracing his cute lil nose and all that

You start talking to him, quiet so you don’t ruin the mood or wake him up and you’re just like spilling your heart to this dude while he’s asleep, er, “asleep”

Like straight up “I was so worried about you, you were just acting different and I really hope you’re taking care of yourself like you should. My brain knew I had to do something, it specifically said ‘time to cheer up the love of my life’, which was also scary because love is scary you know”

He’s just laying there, eyes closed, trying not to lose his mind and just tackle you in a hug and kiss all over your face, but you don’t seem to be done talking yet so he waits

“But I love you, I really do. And I think that makes it not so scary, because it’s you”

He opens his eyes and at first you don’t even notice because you’re looking off into space but he kinda shifts in your lap and you just ����

“I love you too, like a lot and it took everything in me not to cut you off and just attack you with my love”

“Well I’m done talking now so you wouldn’t be cutting me off”

And he does exactly what he was planning, tackling you in his arms on the couch, laying there with you while giving you sweet lil kisses and whispering about how much he loves you

He’s definitely back to himself

ଘ Jungwon ~ˊˎ-

Now our dear leader is a lil shy, which we all love him for, but that meant y’all had been dating for like a year almost

An ‘I love you’-less year

And you were a little worried like ‘is this not a serious relationship to him’ but you kinda brushed it off because you’re pretty young and you would never want to rush him

And then it became very obvious that he was serious when he freaking INVITED YOU TO A FAMILY VACATION

Not like a board the plane were going to Hawaii for a month vacation, a thankfully more chill like family camping in log cabins together for a weekend vacation

And obviously you were terrified because ya know meeting the ‘rents (I am so sorry why did I say it like that)

But you weren’t gonna say no to your boyfriend especially when he was so excited

So flash forward to you and jungwon, fresh off of a 3 hour car ride (where you obvi played 10 months like 80,000 times), walking up to a cute little campground with like three big log cabins next to each other, real cute

And you walk into the main one where everyone is meeting and his family is like SCREAMING like absolute chaos and there are little cousins running around and everything

And for some reason it feel comfortable and one of his little cousins comes up to you and asks you to play obviously you do

By the time his family realizes he’s here and greets him you’re surrounded by children

Cue his older cousins like “I knew they were fake” “you don’t have to lie wonnie, it’s okay to be single”

But then he points over to the living room and you’ve got a little kid on your back and another on your lap and someone has used their play makeup to give you blue eyeshadow

You give him a really big smile when you see him looking over and literally everyone just 🥺🥺🥺

He thinks you’ve never been more perfect even tho you literally end up with a glitter mustache

Eventually his aunts make their kids leave you alone and you help them wash up to eat (as almost scream when you see your reflection because their first impression of you was of you looking like a whacko)

But then you sit down at the table where he’s saved you a spot and they’re all so excited to meet you and ask you all sorts of questions

You’re holding his hand under the table because you’re nervous but then he’s got your hands in his lap fiddling with your fingers and you aren’t nervous anymore

Literally every single person in his family gives you a hug before you guys go to the cabin you’re sleeping in and you ask him ya know like

“Do you think they like me”

And he’s like ??? They literally like you more than me and my cousins tried to fight me to the death for a seat next to you at the table

But he just goes “they love you just as much as I do”

And you just combust

“You love me???”

And it wasn’t even an accident, he was just like “yup, like a lot”

Then bam “I love you too”

And they lived happily ever after more like his aunts overheard and screamed to the rest of the family what just happened

ଘ Niki ~ˊˎ-

Niki had begged you all week to come over and visit and you finally found a day that you were both free on

You knocked quietly, announcing your presence before letting yourself in like the boys had told you to do

Once you had set your things down and taken your shoes off you set out on a mission to find your lovely boyfriend

Which really didn’t take long because you could hear him screaming in the living room as soon as you walked in

Apparently he was losing at whatever video game they were playing and was not happy about it

You went over to his spot on the couch, squeezing in next to him and he gave you a lil side hug and a kiss on the temple to say hello

You settled down in your spot, leaning on him with his arm still around your shoulder as the next round started

Although it was a bad idea because when he lost again you almost got elbowed in the head

After a few more rounds some of the boys decide to go out and get food even tho he definitely begged them to stay because he wanted to win at least once

“No bud, we’re hungry, and you kinda have a significant other you’ve been ignoring for like an hour” thanks heeseung

So they leave (except for jake who got stuck on babysitting duty)

And you’re like well he seems to like this game even tho he sucks at it so might as well play it if that’s what he wants to do

So you’re all like “hey bub what if I play with you” and he’s already shoving the controller in your hand and explaining how it works

He loves that you try to take an interest in the things that he likes, and he also likes that you’ve never played it before because that’ll make it easy to beat you

Which it definitely was, sorry you kinda suck at this game (even more than your boyfriend)

“Yes!! I did it!!! I won!!”

Cue the trash talk because he’s a little devil spawn sometimes

“See that I woooooon, you didn’t even stand a chance against me, I’m a master at this game”

And you’re just sitting there like you hadn’t seen him get absolutely demolished by everyone else literally like 30 minutes ago, just shaking your head

“Ya know you’re lucky I love you or I would have smacked you by now”

You laugh when you say it and he joins in before going dead silent after like 3 seconds

“Wait you what?”

“I said you’re luck I lo-”

And then you go quiet too bc dang did you really just say that and now you’re all nervous

But then he just goes

“Yeah I kinda love you too”

And then he makes sure to spend some actual time with you, not just beating you in video games for the rest of the day

“WAIT ‘KINDA’???”

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Their S/O speaking Spanish

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Asks for help with Spanish, a couple weeks before their world tour.

° Wants to learn as much as he can, to impress you and his fans. And would love to have another language that he can communicate to fans with.

° "Baby, how do I say 'Hello I am Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids?" he asked, as you were curled up in his lap while playing a video game on your phone.

° "Hola soy Bang Chan, el líder de los niños callejeros." You explained, smiling softly as he typed it into his notes 'folder' on his laptop.

Lee Know

° Would 100% show off some words he picked up from you, even if he messed it up.

° If he tries to insult or tease a member in Spanish, he'll go through you. Which usually leads to you making him compliment them without him knowing.

° "Sweetheart, how do you say 'Shut up Han.' In Spanish?" he asked, with a sly smirk. As of you'd actually tell how to insult one of his closest friends.

° "Te amo Han. (I love you Han)" You lied, soon making him realize your lie when Han replied with a long bear hug. Glaring at you playfully, as you stuck out your tongue.

Changbin

° You are shy with compliments and flirting in general, so you found an easier way to flirt.

° You simply just compliment him in Spanish, and let him figure it out in a translation app he has on his phone. Getting engulfed in a hug before you can escape.

° "Estoy tan enamorada de ti Seo Changbin. (I am so in love with you Seo Changbin)" You sighed, snuggling deeper into the strong grip he had around you.

° "I love you too bun bun." He replied quickly, booping your nose in the process. Making a new heat rise to you cheeks, knowing he must've studied some Spanish for you.

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin insisted on having a cute Spanish study date at your apartment.

° He kept feeding you your food, while learning the most flirtatious sentences to use against you and your already bashful state. He love when you become shy.

° "Okay let's focus, what sentence have you been practicing?" you replied, giggling slightly at his random flirtatious and sometimes suggestive actions.

° "Estás tan caliente cuando te pones nervioso. (You are so hot when you get flustered)" He answered, placing soft kisses all over your face.

Han

° You thought it would be cute to surprise him at a fansign.

° Jisung noticed you in the crowd immediately, sending large and excited hearts your way. Almost in tears of joy when you kept getting closer to him.

° "Te extrañé mucho bebé." You commented, knowing most of the fans at the meet wouldn't know what you were saying due to the different language.

° "Encuéntrame en el backstage después de esto, necesito abrazarte de nuevo. (Meet me backstage after this, I need to hold you again.) he sighed, trying to keep calm.

Felix

° Felix brought home pizza from your favorite pizza place, to surprise you.

° Once your boyfriend walked through the door, he overheard your ex's harsh voicemail as your cried on your bed. He ran up to you, kissing away your tears.

° "Nunca amará a una perra tan fea como tú. (He'll never love an ugly bitch like you)" was the last sentence heard, before Felix hung up the phone. Hearing enough of that annoying voice.

° "Me and your ex may speak different languages, but I won't hesitate to beat the shit out him if needed." Felix huffed, passing you a piece of pizza to cheer you up.

Seungmin

° Seungmin was curious in watching this new Spanish film with you.

° He knew there were captions, but he wanted to challenge his knowledge and learn more about different cultures. So you taught him some basic Spanish lessons.

° "Te amo mi angel precioso." He repeated, blushing at your sweet compliment. Swiftly pausing the movie to kiss you, playing it and moving away before you could process it.

° "Give me more kisses when the credits start." You beg, wrapping your arms around his waist. Making his focus on the movie blur due to your adorable affectionate actions.

Jeongin

° Jeongin was inspired by your level of knowledge to so many different cultures.

° He stared at you with admiration filling his chocolate glossy orbs, as you flipped through a mystery novel that was in complete Spanish.

° "Bub your staring again." you giggled, closing your book to squish his cheeks. A dark blush crept it's way to his ears, bashful at the knowledge of you catching him.

° "Simplemente te amo. Mucho. (I just love you a lot.)...was that right?" he asked, nervously fiddling with your intertwined hands. Making you fall deeper in love with him.

[shinybananapastanickel]

Falling

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader 

Warnings: None, just a big old fluff

 A/N: Hey all, this is my first real gander at writing a one shot and i hope you all like it. I just had the need to write something for Obi-Wan because the absolute love I have for this man is astronomical. I hope you all enjoy and please feed back is welcome. :) 

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IT had been a long month as you had finally finished the re-con mission you had been assigned to. The information was important and though you would never say no, it was only promised to be a few days. Now as your feet hit the landing pad, you started your hurried mission to your quarters. Your mission partner had seen your state of exhaustion and decided to take reporting to the council in their hands. You could have not been more grateful, offering an “I owe you one” before speeding off. No doubt your absence from the council debrief would get you a visit from Obi-Wan as soon as it was dismissed so you made it your goal to make it to your quarters quickly so you could indulge in a long hot shower.

Once you reached your quarters, you realized how exhausted you did look, your hair awry and the bags under your eyes seemed to have accumulated some new friends. With determination, you took one last look in the mirror and you stomped towards the shower. You reveled in the feeling of cleanliness as you milked the time you had in the steaming water and washed away the stress and grime from the mission. As soon as you had stepped out you could already tell of Obi-Wan’s presence coming down the hallway towards your door. You speedily got dressed and presentable as he entered your quarters already knowing the password after the many nights spent with each other seeking comfort.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you took him in. All auburn hair, pristine jedi robes, and fanciful boots. But what took your breath away every time was his gentle smile of fondness and his eyes as they softened at the sight of you.

“Obi-Wan.” You breathed as you walked toward him and wrapped him in a tight, long hug.

He immediately reciprocated, arms enveloping you in the warmth that was Obi-Wan. Your nostrils were invaded by the welcome scent of warm fall evenings and old books with a hint of something cinnamon.

“Hello, Dearest.” He mumbles into the crown of your head as he left a lingering kiss there.

You instantly relaxed after having been on guard for a month not being able to trust hardly anyone. It was good to see him, feel him as you knew for sure he wasn’t a figment of imagination or of comfort your brain thought up in your dreams to keep you going.

“I missed you” you mumble, faced squished into the expanse of his clothed chest, taking in the sound of his heartbeat as it lingered right next to the right of your ear.

He squeezed you a bit more into the hug as an affirming sign of ‘I missed you too’ as he pulled back to take your form in once more.

“As did I” he replied with relief coating his eyes and dripping off his force signature in waves reaching towards yours out of habit.

There was silence for a bit as you both took each other in after having not seen the other for a little more than a month for he had a mission of his own he was assigned to right before you had left. There was something in the air though, something he could sense off of your figure. There was of course the usual turmoil that plagued you after a long mission that he would soothe to sleep when the night deepened. But there was a query you had had on your mind. Something that tried to fight its way into your force signature, but you wouldn’t let it.

“Are you alright darling?”

It was a question of concern and care that fumbled from his mouth in graceful waves until it bled onto his face as his eyebrows took a dip in concern and his lips took a dive just as the ends. He led you to your balcony that was your deep talking space you designated for you and him on evenings when you had too much on your mind and enough time to discuss everything and nothing. The Coruscant Sun was just setting donning the both of you in a warm sunset orange as well as the common purple and blue that came along with it. With this question you looked at your jedi in contemplation. Your relationship had always been built upon unspoken words as the code you and he lived and breathed always stood in the way. You always respected him too much to say anything, afraid to break the peace that you two both had. Afraid to lose him, so you stayed silent.

Tonight, however there was something in the air—No the force that made you want to speak up. Something that pushed you to open up after years of growing tension and never hearing what you already knew.

“I can tell you anything. Right, obi?”

Your question filled the air with caution but only made the lines on his forehead grow deeper in concern. You wavered for a moment but a warmth that flowed through you grounded you as the force hummed within you, a sign of “its time.”

“Of course.”

He said maybe all too quickly, but it wasn’t a practiced answer, it was genuine and a knee jerk reaction. After the many late nights, you had both spent in each other’s company after Qui-Gon had passed and even continuing when the war weighed a little too heavily on your shoulders, there was a comfort found within each other you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Contemplation plagued your answer as you looked at the skyline of coruscant from your balcony.

“I can’t help but feel like a bad Jedi, a bad person.”

There was an incredulous look that flashed onto his face as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You could feel the confusion roll off of him, but he didn’t speak, his eyes telling you to continue.

“Jedi are supposed to be calm and collected with a grasp on their emotions. They are supposed to feel and understand but also move on and not let them control them and trust in the force. Well I seem to have gotten a bit stuck. Stuck on emotions and feelings and no matter what I have tried I can’t seem to get passed them. I understand sadness, happiness, anger, frustration, jealousy, and so on but I can’t seem to figure out about lo…..”

You cut yourself off with a feeling of uncertainty as you looked away from the skyline and into his eyes. There was a cloud of thoughts it seemed, as he looked at you with those thoughts running rampant, looking for a conclusion or how the rest of your statement might go. You could feel him calculating a response but also some surprise. There was something in the force that begged you to continue and though you tried to keep it in something in you let it all out as the words fumbled off of your tongue and into the particles of air in the space shared between the two of you.

“There is something that you can’t quite place when it comes to love. It’s when you start falling. A kind love, a GOOD love happens even when you don’t realize it. And that’s the best circumstance to be in. I can’t pinpoint when I started loving you, but I now know that that isn’t such a bad thing.”

You close your eyes as you pause with trepidation but continue.

“I know we have been taught for all of our lives that letting emotions plague and control us is the way to the dark side, but I can’t help but doubt that. There is something in the way I feel about you that leads me on a straighter path, it’s so pure and light that even the force pushes me to tell you. To confess whatever this is between us is real and its right.”

You look him in the eyes once more and see nothing but love and adoration.

“I love you Obi-Wan. I cannot tell you when or how it happened. I can tell you however, it is the one thing that gets me up in the morning and makes me want to sleep at night just so that I can see you again the next day. It’s the one stable thing within these crazy times and it keeps me sane. It keeps me grounded and fighting because I know that if I continue on, I get to see you, be with you, hold your hand, and speak with you. I don’t think anything like that could be as bad as losing you without telling you….. Now if you want to never speak about this again that’s fine but---mmph!!”

 Your rambling is cut off with the collision of Obi-Wan’s lips upon yours as he cradles your face in his hands. Following this is the collision between your force signatures as everything came to light. Within that kiss came every memory and every moment Obi-Wan had looked at you. On those hard nights, those evenings of discussion, the moments in battle where he saw you fight fiercely, and the seconds after in which you would collapse. You saw yourself smile as him in more than you could count. You saw yourself in tears, with a serene face, with one of love only meant for him. You could tell he was seeing the same thing reversed as your memories came pouring into the bond you had unknowingly created years ago.

As you pulled apart you both took each other in, in a new light. Breathing hard as your minds and hearts raced at full capacity yet with nothing to say. Then he broke the silence.

“I love you too.”

It was a statement that was so simple and so understood that it wasn’t necessarily needed but it was nice to hear. A smile infected your face from ear to ear as you stared as him with so many questions and concerns but at the same time you felt peace. The force was still and warm as it played match maker, knowing that it was the thing behind all of this made you even happier for the council couldn’t, wouldn’t say no to this. Your smile was mirrored on his face as you knew he came to the same conclusions. He then took your hand and led you back inside, to hug you, to cuddle you, to kiss you, to love you. You knew as soon as you stepped through that threshold, that door it was not only a physical step but a metaphorical one. It was the first step into the life that you and Obi-Wan would be closer than ever, attached at the hip. Though it is not the first step with him in your life, it’s the first step of your lives together as you both continue falling.

[prosciuttulipa]

May I request h/c's for La Squadra (individually) getting hit with an aging stand ability which turns them into a child for a few days and s/o (g/n) has to take care of them until they're back to normal? Thank you for your time. Also love your work òwó -⌖

Hello, anon hon! Of course you may! And ahh, I’m so glad you like my work! Thank you for reading it! This is my first headcanon piece for the whole La Squadra gang —  it is quite long, so I might make them shorter in the future (unless you all like these lengths)! 

I also haven’t included Sorbet and Gelato, but if you’d like them added to the list, I’ll write something for them as well! 

The Aging Stand works as such: La Squadra is able to recognize their S/O as someone they’re safe with, but they don’t remember that they’re their S/O, or that they were even adults. However, once they turn back, they have memories of the time they were affected by the Stand. 

Headcanons: La Squadra turns into a child, with Gender Neutral!S/O taking care of them

Risotto:

You almost don’t recognize Risotto as a child — his trademark black scleras, red irises and silver hair are nowhere to be seen. Instead, you find yourself face to face with a kid with light blonde hair - so light it almost looks silver - and the most gorgeous green eyes. 

(You find out when he’s turned back that obtaining his Stand had affected his looks, hence the appearance you were accustomed to. But you can’t help but think that Risotto as a child looks almost...pretty.)

Risotto is a quiet kid, but you get the feeling it’s more out of choice than a duty; his silence as a child isn’t accompanied by the heaviness you feel from him as an adult. In fact, you find that he actually talks and smiles a lot more than you’re used to, voice quiet but emotive; he seems really happy to have someone to chat with. 

Is also a rather helpful and (surprisingly) clingy kid — he likes following you around and observing what you’re doing, handing you tools or items before you even ask for them. What he really wants is to join in on your activities, but he won’t initiate it. You can tell by the way he rocks on his heels that he wants something though, and when you ask if he wants to help with whatever you’re doing, he’s rushing over in a heartbeat, excited. 

When he turns back into an adult, Risotto thanks you for being so kind to him: it’d been a while since he felt that free, and it felt good to be taken care of, for once. He gives you a long kiss, before letting you know with a murmur that you’d make a great parent, and if you weren’t opposed to it, he’d love the idea of starting a family with you someday...

Prosciutto:

Even as a child, you recognize Prosciutto immediately: he’s practically a mini version of his adult self, with his hair neatly slicked back, wearing a button-up and some black pants. His glare is the same too, though you can’t help but think that it doesn’t pack the same punch — he looks more pouty than threatening!

Prosciutto is a very standoffish, but good kid. He’s very obedient and doesn���t make a lot of fuss, but there’s something quite robotic with his ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s. He also seems unaccustomed to having someone else around, often doing activities on his own; when you ask him if you can join him, he looks surprised, but he lets you (and maybe perks up slightly at the company). 

Child Prosciutto is also used to doing the chores. You’ve found him loading laundry into the washing machine, and after meals he goes to wash the dishes, standing on a little stool to reach the sink. It’s very impressive that he knows how to do all of this, but you can’t help but feel a bit concerned — someone had clearly taught Prosciutto to fend for himself at a very young age...what sort of background did he grow up in? 

You get your answer after a while. Prosciutto hadn’t expressed any wants, so you ask him whether there’s anything he’d like. What comes next is heartbreaking: “...I want Madre and Padre to spend more time with me. But I know they can’t, so as long as they come back home safe, I don’t want anything else.” 

You make a vow right then and there to make sure he feels safe and cared for; a child shouldn’t have to worry about issues like that, and the fact that Prosciutto does makes your chest ache. So whether it’s keeping him company or showering him with gifts and treats, you do your best to provide Prosciutto with a comfortable place. When he changes back into an adult, you’re hugging him tightly, promising him that you won’t ever leave him alone. He’s silent, but by his firm grip on you, you can tell he appreciates it.

Melone: 

Melone is a pretty child: his hair is blonde (not lavender, as it hasn’t been dyed yet) but just as long and silky smooth, and you’re able to get a clear view of beautiful blue eyes without his mask. He still favours swooping his hair to one side, though. You initially think there’s a deeper reason for it, but it just seems that he likes how it frames his face.

A very curious and smart kid, Melone isn’t shy about sharing his ideas and knowledge, loving to hear yours as well! Discussions and asking questions are favourite pastimes of his. You notice that Melone has a routine in initiating them: he tugs at your hand insistently, before starting with a “Do you know that…” It’s quite endearing! 

With that, Melone also enjoys reading, a common occurrence to see him poring over a book he’s picked off the bookshelf; you can’t help but smile when you see that they’re all biology books too (ah, that’s where Baby Face is from). You’ll often find Melone padding up to you, asking if you could explain what a particular word or diagram means. However, he gets most excited when you read a book to him, snuggling into your lap and listening with rapt attention.

He’s a bit of a fashionista as well! While nowhere near the eccentric tastes he has as an adult, Melone does enjoy experimenting with his clothing, tying and looping fabric to create new outfits for himself! He also enjoys ‘making’ clothes for you, clipping and knotting blankets together to create some avant-garde looks! They’re surprisingly good!

Once Melone turns back, he’s got baby fever, immediately. He remembers how kind and caring you were while you were taking care of his child self, and he’ll gush about how gorgeous you’d look while taking care of children you two could call your own. And if you think that that’s all you’re going to get away with, you’re sorely mistaken...you’ve gotten him all hot and bothered thinking about parenthood and babies, and you’re going to have to help relieve him. 

Ghiaccio:

Like Risotto, Ghiaccio’s appearance as an adult is a result of his Stand (which he hadn’t yet obtained as a child). While you recognize him from his red glasses and angry glare, his hair throws you for a loop: it’s ginger in colour, in a shade that’s as fiery as his temper. Although his hair isn’t flattened into the style that you’re used to seeing, it seems to have a natural curl and spring to it; you find yourself ruffling his hair a lot...it’s just so nice to touch! 

And speaking of tempers...you find that Ghiaccio is just as loud and agitated as ever, perhaps even more so (hell hath no fury as a small child scorned). But he doesn’t have petty tantrums — more so that he gets worked up very easily and hence ends up yelling. When angry, the noise isn’t nice to deal with, but if the yelling is because he’s getting excited about something he likes, it’s quite endearing. You can’t help but want to cheer along with him! 

Nevertheless, constant screaming is never good for anyone, and Ghiaccio needs to be calmed down —  luckily enough, you have plenty of experience doing that. You remind him to use his inside voice, giving him space and time to wind down. He mumbles to you one day that he appreciates how you don’t scold him when he gets loud: he can’t help but hit MAX VOLUME when getting worked up, and he’s glad that you understand he’s not trying to be a nuisance. 

When more level-headed, Ghiaccio proves himself to be a very bright and confident child, with a penchant for languages! He’s a quick learner, and if you speak more than one language, he wants you to teach him some phrases! He spends most of his time reviewing what he’s learned, and repeating it to you when he has the chance. And if you reward him with a hug or a ruffle to his hair...well, you’ll find that Ghiaccio gets quite affectionate, making sure he does a perfect job to earn another gentle pat!  

Once he turns back, Ghiaccio is completely embarrassed, barely able to get the ‘thank you’ out of him. But before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into a tight hug, grumbling about how he hasn’t been able to hold you and needs to make up for the lost time. 

Formaggio:

As a child, Formaggio doesn’t look all that much different from his adult self. He has the same flashy hairstyle and street style clothes, but he’s got a bit of a babyface —  you can tell he’d really grown into his features as he got older! Nonetheless, those cheeks of his are perfect for squishing, something you find yourself indulging in as you take care of him. 

Formaggio is quite a normal child: his biggest worry is how to get out of trouble, and he always has a shit-eating grin on his face. As assassins, Formaggio hadn’t said anything about his background for safety reasons, but his child self tells you all kinds of information: that he’s grown up in a big family, that he plays with stray animals that come to his door, that he looks up to his big brother and papa. You hang on to his every word, happy to learn a bit more about him. 

Is the Ultimate Clapback Extraordinaire™. If you think this child can’t talk smack, then you are sorely mistaken. He is ruthless with his comebacks, but you can’t help loving this rowdy side of him, especially when it’s not directed towards you —  Prosciutto comes in one day to check up on the two of you, and you can barely hold your laughter as Formaggio absolutely demolishes the man with his wits. 

He also loves making you laugh! His speciality is impressions and slapstick comedy, with him calling out to you before pulling a face, or a silly magic trick. It’s his way of making sure you’re alright: you find yourself stressed one day (taking care of your boyfriend who is now a child does a number on your mental health) and before you know it, you’re doubling over in laughter at Formaggio’s antics, worries far away from you.

When he turns back into an adult, you teasingly complain that he was cuter as a child, but you both know you’re relieved things are back to normal. He sweeps you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses, promising with that same mischievous grin to treat you to a nice date as thanks for all you’ve done.

Illuso: 

It is honestly a bit terrifying how much Illuso looks the same as a child. His hair isn’t in multiple ponytails - he’s put it in one sleek ponytail instead - but he has the same smug expression you’re used to. His clothing isn’t as revealing though, which is a relief — he might get cold and sick if he’s not wearing enough. 

Do not attempt to play hide and seek with him; you should’ve known better than to trust that honey-sweet plea. Illuso is good at the game, and he knows it. The first (and last time) you play the game, you end up seeking Illuso for an entire day. The only way you’d found him was by calling out that dinner was ready, realizing with horror that he’d hidden in a high kitchen cabinet full of glassware (how on earth did he get up there). 

Disciplining Illuso is also a complete failure. It may be because you’re so soft with him (he is/was your boyfriend, after all), but you can’t say no when he starts to pout, batting his lashes at you in a way that’ll make any heart melt. And if that expression of his fails, he’ll tide you over with his words, mumbling out a ‘please forgive me’, tone apologetic and regretful. Yet as soon as you forgive him, he’s back to being catty and raising hell. 

But you can’t deny he’s sweet. You’re particularly tired one day, which Illuso picks up on. He’s uncharacteristically well behaved, occasionally appearing with little gifts and then disappearing without a sound; you receive some chocolate, a bunch of hand-picked flowers, and some hot water to calm your nerves. When he finally returns in the evening, explaining that he kept himself entertained so as to give you some space, you pull him into a gentle hug, laughing softly when you feel him pat your head. 

When Illuso turns back, the first thing he does is apologize for being such a handful of a child — there’s no denying that he was being a bit of a brat. Pressing a soft kiss to your neck and running his hands down your sides, he whispers into your ear that he’ll make it up to you with some sweet, sweet loving...it’s his turn to take care of you now. 

Pesci: 

Is the sweetest looking out of all of the La Squadra children: his hair is still styled like his adult self, and you can’t help but gush when you realize that he’s missing a front tooth! He tells you that he had lost it a few days ago, pointing to where the tiniest bit of adult tooth is starting to grow in. “I can’t wait till it comes in completely!”

Pesci is still just as shy and timid, though he gets less so the longer you spend time with him. Originally, he finds himself hiding behind large objects (it makes him feel safe), but once you start to get him out of his shell, he slowly drops the habit, coming up and snuggling up to you instead! He’s quite the cuddle bug once he’s comfortable with you!

Your praise is also something that makes him incredibly happy! The first time you say, “You did great Pesci!”, he flushes and gets all cute, stuttering out a thank you before hiding his face. But there’s no doubt that he likes it, so you don’t hold back on the compliments. Eventually, the praise makes Pesci feel more confident in himself — if you believe he can do something, then he’s going to give it the best shot he has!  

Mention anything related to the ocean, and Pesci will lose his mind. You’d decided to bring back a children’s book about sea animals one day, and when you offered it to Pesci, the boy was jumping up and down in excitement, squeaking out a ‘thank you’ before flipping through the pages. The book never leaves his side, and he’s read it so many times, he can tell you the names of all the different sea animals! His favourite one is the clownfish: he thinks it’s so cool that they don’t get stung by sea anemone! 

Once Pesci turns back into an adult, he’s hugging you tightly, stuttering out his thanks for being so nice with his child self. He never tells you, but he ends up keeping the sea animals book you bought for him; it’s a personal reminder of how much you love him, and maybe one day, he’ll be able to hear you read that book to you two’s future children...

[ask-the-brighter-side-crew]

It's Time To Begin The Fun

The screen was pitch dark with no sound surrounding it and it seemed like that for awhile until there was a click a sudden buzzing noise

"Is...Is it-" "on? I don't-" "know maybe we have-" "To wait?"

The voice's of two young kids started to be heard making the silence disappeared slowly

A chuckle was followed

"Yes Re yes Ro just wait a minute and it'll be one in no time" "Oooooo I can't wait! I can't wait I can't wait! We've been waiting for so long!"

Another chuckle

"We know Pat. We're also excited we just gotta wait a minute"

The voice's quickly drowned out the the silence with their excitement and softness as they spoke

Suddenly color start to fill the screen as the voices got more excited. "It's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on it's on!"

"Alright hand it over you three". The screen went into blurry movement for a moment before a person with Square glasses, a black polo shirt appeared on the screen

"Hello and welcome. I know from the title and everything you can see what this is all about though I will repeat it. This is our ask blog where you can ask us anything and everything! Of course there are limits but we'll get there for now it is time for introductions!". The person gestured to himself. "I am Lo. Commonly known as logic and sometimes Logan though I go with Lo because it's a funner and easier name to say. Now on to Pat"

The screen moved and suddenly a bubbly person bouncing will circle glasses. He wore a light blue shoulder showing shirt. "Hello! I'm Pat also known as morality and Patton! I can't wait to get to know about all of you lovely people! See you around! Okay Vee you're turn!" "Do I have to?" "Yes! If you don't then they won't know who you are!" "Fine fine"

The screen switched and a person with light glittery eyeshadow and a purple shirt appeared. "Sup my name is Vee/Virgil and my job is anxiety though I'm chill most of the time I really got nothing to worry about. And I'm done. Who's turn is it now?" "Oh! Oh!-" "It's ours! It's ou-" "rs!" Vee chuckled. "Okay okay"

The screen flipped around to show two very young kids bouncing. They had necklaces and almost matching sweaters that were the opposite of eachother. "Hel-" "lo!" "My name is Roman! Ro for short!" "And I'm Remus! Re for short!" "And we're the creativity twins!!!". The little Twins suddenly hugged eachother. "We're the youngest in the group because we are 7 years old!" "That also means you're the cutest" "Awwwww! Look at them! Their bright red and green!"

Lo chuckled. "Alright everyone that's enough everyone. We still have two more introductions and the limits to go over before this can all start". The sound of giggles rang out as the screen moved again before it was suddenly going up

What was then revealed was a small person wearing an over sized sweater that fell from his shoulders and the sleeves completely covered his arms and hands. "Oooooo what's that?" "It's a video thingy! We're starting the blog today so introduce yourself!" "Oh! Oh my gosh I didn't know it was today!". The small person bounced. "Well! My name is Thomas! Though you can call me any nickname that works better for you as long as you're comfortable with it! Oh! And also before you ask no I am not a kid. I'm 25 years old the only thing is that I'm really small. Though if you do mistake me as a kid it's okay! I won't be mad. Annnnd I think that's all about me!"

Vee chuckled as kneeled down and hugged Thomas who immediately hugged back. "You did a good job Thomas" "Thank you Vee!" "Of course anytime Thomas...Now guess what time it is?". As Vee spoke he held Thomas closer who quickly gasped and flapped his sleeves. "It was a trap! A comfy trap!"

The Twins giggled as they moved the screen. Re held the camera while Ro quickly sank out. "Now here is the last one who needs to be introduced before we can start the blog!". As Re finished speaking Ro sank up and was holding something. "Everyone. Meet Dee!". Re flipped the screen to reveal Ro proudly holding up a bleping yellow snake with a chocker that had a red and green heart. "Hissss!" "We found him in the forest all alone!" "And he was the only snake we have ever seen" "So we knew we just had to take him in and give-" "Him a nice warm and comfy home!" "And now he's our pet! He has a nice big tank with everything he needs including multiple heating pads!" "And he can come out and explore the house as much as he wants!" "Oh! Oh! He always get a lot of cuddles from everyone!" "And he's really really cute and adorable!" "And-!"

Logan stepped in. "Alright you two that's enough. That list is never going to end and you're flustering to poor guy". He pointed to Dee who was wagging his tail and gave flustered hisses. "As you can see" "oh my-" "gosh! Sorry Dee!". Logan chuckled. "I'm sure he forgives you. Now. Introductions are completed it is time to end this with some things that are off limits. Okay?" "Okie!". Re handed the screen over to Lo and went over to his brother and hugged him

Lo smiled before he looked at the screen. "Okay so I will currently a short list of things that should not be asked due to many reasons so please listen carefully

-No Nsfw ask or inappropriate asks please as there are two kids

-No making the characters die or put them in a situation where on is dead. You can put them in pretend situations but not real ones

-Don't be gross please

-If you don't like the blog please do not leave an ask about it. Just move on

-Do not try to get any of the characters change something about their personality

-No creepy asks

And that would seem to conclude the list for now. If needed more things will be added to make sure this is a safe and good place". Lo looked at the others. "Are we ready to end this?" "Seems like it" "let's do it!" "Let's get this over with Thomas needs his nap" "We're-" "Ready!"

Lo smiled and he put the screen on a stand before walked back over to the others who immediately pulled him close as the all squished together in a group hug

"Hope you all enjoy the blog and we hope to see you next time! Bye bye!" "Hisssssss!!!"

The group all smiled together as the screen cut to black again and the silence returned once more

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Asks are now open!

[lonely-luv]

uh hello again!! cold w/ logan and hunger w/ janus maybe? (also aaaa you like getting asks from me?? ty you're too sweet ;w;) -aya (softskiesahead)

i doooo i love getting asks from u @softskiesahead !!!!!!! and ty for this ask aH!!!!

cold: how you and your f/o would keep warm during a blizzard.

“Baaaaaaabe, I’m cold!!!” I whine, making Logan look at me. I’m at his door pouting wrapped in two jackets and a blanket.

“Weren’t you just by the heater?” He’s in his bed with several blankets and his computer so he can keep working.

“Irrelevant!” He rolls his eyes with a smile. “I need cuddles or else I’ll freeze to death!!” He laughs at that and shuts his computer.

“I think you’ve been spending to much time with the twins,” he says, opening up his arms to me nonetheless. “But come here darling, we wouldn’t want you freezing.”

I squeal and hop onto his bed. He hold up the covers to let me snuggle under. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, hugging him tight and sigh at the warmth.

“Better?” he asks with a little laugh.

“Yeah,” I say, pressing a kiss to his forehead and letting him snuggle into me. “You’re like a little heater.

“And you’re a big heater.” I gasp, prettending to be offended and he laughs. “Hey, you’re my big heater! And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

hunger: how you and your f/o would handle an empty cabinet and grumbling bellies.

I whine loudly, flopping onto the couch beside Janus, my head almost landing in his lap. “Is Roman back yet?”

“No, lovely,” He sighs, running his gloved fingers through my hair. “He’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

“But I’m hungryyyyy!!”

“So am I, but you’re not going to starve.” I pout and squish my tummy in my hands.

“Look at this!! I’m definitely missing some fat!! I’m not gonna survive until Ro gets here!” Janus smiles and tickles my stomach, making me squeal and smack his hand away.

“No that’s definitely still your cute little tummy,” he laughs, going back to petting my hair. “We have vegetables you know.”

I gasp and sit up, glaring at him. “How dare you!!!! I would rather starve than eat vegetables!!!”

“You’re vegetarian!”

“Doesn’t mean I have to eat those disgusting things!” Janus laughs, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “I’m gonna kill Roman if he doesn’t come back with lo mein or pizza or something tastey.”

“I’ll help you hide the body.” I grin at that and sit up, cuddling into Janus until Roman comes back with food (lucky for him).

[tellywoodtrash]

khkt 19.09.19 lb

how the fuck has this fool gotten away with multiple affairs if he's this bad at sneaking around? lol, what a loser.

"tu iss waqt yahaan?”, he asks his brother standing in front of his own damn house. mensa candidate of the year, this one.

"main bohut confused hoon."

"aaaah. join the gang."

lol. idiocy runs in the sippy genes.

"karne KUCH gaya tha; ho kuch AUR hi gaya." trollolololol i am really enjoying this.

HEY. NO. YOUR THING IS NOT LIKE HIS THING, YOU LYING, CHEATING MANWHORE.

not so subtle warning that rohit will absolutely not stand for fuckery within marriage.

"loyal hoon main." yeah, to your dick maybe.

YES THE SCENE I HAVE BEEN WAITING MOST FOR.

yessssssssssss sumannnnnnnnn, go offffffff ma.

woooooooop. i'm not for hitting your kids irl, but tellywood mein chalta hai. especially when your crotch-goblin, like this one here, really deserves it.

also lmao, suman ne aisa lagaaya ki pari got sent to the shadow realm.

waah kya safaai se jhoot bolti hai even under the influence. she’ll make a fantastic actor!

i mean she's not wrong, and suman needed to hear it that she can't be controlling grownass adults, but i also feel like this is just gonna go on to reinforce suman's belief that controlling a kid's life makes a good girl like sona, whereas giving free rein creates this kinda monster.

lo gir gayi.

BITCH DON'T YOU TOUCH PULKI LIKE THAT.

suman's chickens have come home to roost. isse kehte hain karma.

this is his romantic life analysis spot. whenever something momentous happens regarding his relationship status, it's on this balcony.

lmaooooooooo he really cannot close his eyes anymore without having a powerpoint slideshow of sona run.

askdjhsajfhaskjdfhdskfhjk

ofc his alter ego is a SMUGGER bastard than he is.

"tv nahi dekhte ho na, iss liye. apni sona se pooch lo; usne toh badi badi problems solve kiye hain, apne aap se baat karke." bwahahahahahahaha.

"don't! overreact!" HELLO KETTLE, THIS IS POT, YOU'RE BLACK.

alter ego is not only smugger, but also bougier; the deliberate, accented mispronunciations of the dramatic hindi words like "dhoka". i can't stop cackling like an insane person.

"itni simple si baat samajh mein nahi aati tumhe? doctor kisne banaaya?"

"bohut hi rude ho yaar!" 

AB SAMJHE????? KI TUMSE NIPATNA KITNAAAAAAAAAA MUSHKIL HAI??? KABHI KHUD KO BHI SEH LIYA KARO, JAISE BAAKI KARTE HAIN.

"tumhara hissa hoon na, rude toh hoonga hi!" askldjksjlskjfdsfj

alter!rohit is so much smarter. can we have him instead of this other fool?

omfg is he comparing raima to a plant? rude.

"kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki raima nahi, tum coma mein ho."

gotdamn. this one dropping truth bombs like an american drone over a brown country with oil reserves.

"sirf rearview mein dekh ke gaadi nahi chala sakta koi. ayeeee, tumhe toh gaadi chalaani nahi aati." LMAOOOO OMG THE WAY ALTER!ROHIT IS ROASTING HIM.

alter!rohit is like bohut ho gayi bakchodi, i have a life unlike you, soooo.... chalo rapid fire.

"fiqar hoti hai uski?"

"of course, haan."

"apne aap se zyaada?"

"ABSOLUTELY." my god the conviction with which he said that!!!!!! rohit, you absolute moppet.

lo ji, ho gaya issue ka samaadhaan.

"i love sonakshi????????"

lmaoooooooooo the dramatic asshole, echoing "accept it! enjoy it! accept it! enjoy it!"

mum-daughter bonding timeeeeee!

"nashe mein hi sahi, lekin bilkul sahi baat boli hai woh. woh meri sona nahi hai."

HALLELUJAH! FINALLLLLLLLLLLLY. SONA KI KEEMAT BADH GAYI HAI ISS HOUSEHOLD MEIN!

lmao pari take zimmedaari for the house. ho hi chuka.

protip to all girls, via sona and tt: marry a dude who makes your family a priority, instead of subscribing to that shaadi ke baad, sasuraal hi tumhara ghar hai bullshit.

ooooooooh, mummy has prepared for eventuality that rohit will be the ladka.

aankh milaake toh bolo, saaf saaf dikh raha hai ki jhoot bol rahi ho.

mummy knows best. also i like how she said "emotionally involve". it's more accurate for what's happening here than just "pyaar".

notice how she specified that sona should end it *IF* it's "ek tarfa pyaar". not the same tune she was singing an hour ago about never marrying sona off to a sindhi.

WHERE HAS THIS SORTED, PRAGMATIC, YET LOVINGLY STERN SUMAN BEEN ALL THE TIME?!?!?!? I HAVE WANTED TO SEE HER FOR MONTHSSSSSS NOWWWWWWW. THANK YOU BAPPA KE AAP JAATE JAATE YEH DE GAYE!

yup. end this shittttttttttttttttt. good call. get some me-time; ask star plus to send parvati off to switzerland like they did prerna. aaraam se ghoom phir ke aana.

look at this cheesyass mfer.

"i love sona."

ohhhhhhhhhh boy.

JFC SHE'S..... VERY ANNOYING.

.... this is 4 years back right??? why is she dressed like aishwarya in action replayy, like it’s the 70s????

ugh ok i don't like her immature ass. is she the same age as rohit? max 2 - 3 saal choti hogi? why she acting like a fucking teenager?

arre waaaaaah, coma gave her ESP, she knows that rohit's moving on without her permission.

i propose a steel cage death match: the annoying senguptas. raima and her mom fight to the death so that we have to tolerate only ONE of their annoying asses in the show instead of both.

guess tanaaz is off to shoot something else?

small mercies: akash is finally over his petty little grudge with nishi.

is the rest of the episode just this??? saying bye to nishi????

ouff fwding.

"agar tumne roya, toh tumhe airport drop karne suman rastogi aayegi." lmaoooooooooooo i love yk.

oh hooooooooo, new watch.

ouff shut up naren.

mummy is having a shipper moment.

lol look how happy she is. and his face, knowing that she already knows what's in it.

the music is too sappily senti, middle class types, for a super rich dude putting on a watch that costs a minimum of 5 lakhs.

purest mom. so much softness between the two of them. ugh i wanna squish them both in to a nice hug sandwich.

LMAO WHAT, SAMUNDAR MEIN PHENK DI???? ISKE BEECH TU BEACH KAB GAYA?????????????

"chariyo! aath laakh ki ghadi thi!!!!!!!!!!!"

aslfkdjdlfjdslfjdslk i am veena. BITCH OLX NAAM KI BHI KOI CHEEZ HOTI HAI.

i don't really think he threw it away. he's just doing it to get a rise out of his mom, the brat.

but also my question is this; raima looks to be from a pretty middle class family, and she wanted to be an air hostess. HOW THE FUCKKKKKKK DID SHE AFFORD A WATCH THAT COSTS EIGHT FUCKING LAKHS?!?!?

no i have no such advice for you. jo plan hai, woh achcha hai. friend-zone his ass for a while.

"yeh naatak sirf naatak nahi hai, taqleef hone lagi hai mujhe." ouch. my poor girl.

lol pulki wants internship with rohit. great. WILL YOU PPL LET THIS POOR GIRL LET GO OF THIS GUY?!!?

———————————————————————

either sonakshi ran her the fuck over, or raima too is a KPK fan, even though she's been in a coma for the whole duration of its run. SUCH IS THE POWER OF PARVATI!

[limitededitionsanderssidesblog]

Speech Impediment - Chapter 3

Ships: Romantic Logicality, pining prinxiety, platonic dlamp 

Summary: Halloween is just a few days away and the deadline for his project is nearing. Deceit wants nothing more than to work on his story, but things get in the way when the others invite him to a Halloween costume party. There’s only one problem... Deceit’s never been invited to a party. In other news Dexter discovers he hated almost every single type of alcohol in existence except one.

AO3 - Here

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Dexter sat comfortably at his desk as he worked the hours of his Wednesday afternoon away on his creative writing project. His snake, Dee Dee, made herself comfortable wrapped around his shoulders, content with watching her owner work on his computer.

After two all-nighters and much help from his new friends, Dexter was able to come up with a story idea. It was under the prompt ‘it was all just a dream’ to write a mystery, horror, suspense short story. It took place with a woman named Abigail who woke up in a small, coffin like, box; a voice speaking to her through a speaker directing her to escape with only a few tools before all the air was sucked out. When she made it out she was in another box and so on.

He was at the part when Abigail was about to drown as water filled the room from the bottom when the door opened, and in bounded Patton with his normal energetic behavior. Not long ago, last week, Dexter learned that Patton had ADHD, so the way he acted was no longer surprising to him and now expected.

“Hey, hey Dexter! Dee Dee!” The bubbly artist greeted with all the cheer of a thousand saints.

Dexter turned around in his chair and said hello before turning back to his story, determined to finish this chapter today so he could edit it tomorrow. One chapter to finish, another to start, and two chapters to edit before the due date in five days.

Patton, noticing his work ethic, strode over to peer over the smaller, younger, man’s shoulder to read his writing so far. But before he could get past the first sentence, Dexter covered the screen with his arms, crying “Please read it, it’s finished!”

“Sorry, there kiddo,” Patton said slightly dejected, “I was just curious.”

A pang of guilt seeped into the writer’s confused heart, regretting the tone he used with his first friend-adoptive-dad-person-thing.

“I’m not sorry, Patton. I just love it when people read my work before I proof read it myself.”

“That’s okay, but can I read it after you’re done?” Pat asked before gasping and hopping up and down in an excited dance, “Maybe I can be you’re editor!”

“...But you adore horror.”

“Oh yeah... maybe Virgil can be your editor? He’s getting his bachelors in poetry so he know English stuffs.”

Dexter thought about it for a second. He’s never been around Virgil with just the two of them, but he was able to pick up on the emo’s love for creepy and dark things. But his horror novels might trigger his anxiety, and Dexter didn’t want to give him a reason to hate him.

“I won’t think about it.”

“Yay!” Patton cheered and pulled Dexter into a hug, being careful not to squish Dee Dee. Dexter awkwardly stood there for a moment, still not used to receiving physical contact out of kindness let alone how to react to it. Eventually he settled for a pat on the head. Patton seemed pleased with the gesture and let go.

By the time dinner rolled around, Dexter had finished his chapter, saved it, then turned off his computer. About thirty minutes ago Patton had ordered pizza from Big Julius and invited the rest of the gang over. Logan had arrived first, but the two allowed him to work in peace as Logan read his textbook, and Patton played an assortment of games in his lap. When a call from the bottom floor came, Patton was notified that their pizzas had arrived, so he and his boyfriend left to retrieve it, coming back with both Roman and Virgil in tow, who had arrived around the same time as the pizza guy.

By the time they walked in with food and drinks-- cola for Virgil and Patton, wine for Logan, and beer for Roman --he had already put away his computer and set Dee Dee back in her terrarium; the poor little noodle got scared around too many people. Dexter had never had alcohol before, but he decided to give it a try to see if he’d like it. He knew he wouldn’t be pressured as there were two who didn’t drink, and that made him feel more at ease.

“Let’s get this party started bitches!”

“Roman language!”

“Don’t bother Pat, the idiot’s already in his own little world.”

Whelp, seemed like the others were already tipped off, if not from alcohol then from sugar.

“Mom! Virgil’s being mean!”

“For the one hundredth and fifty third time, don’t call me mom.”

Dexter sat on his bed with a small smile as he watched them interact with each other. Most times he was content just watching them talk and not saying anything himself, like now. When they all filled in, heading for their now usual spots-- Virgil and Roman on Patton’s bed, Logan and Patton on the beanbag, and him on his bed --Roman finally acknowledged him, handing him a bottle of beer.

“Here, it’s my favorite brand, and I went for something soft. But if you don’t like it I’ve brought an assortment of different types of liquor for you to try.”

“And I had to by it all.” Patton sighed, being the only one who was twenty-one in the group. Logan would be twenty-one in November, which was just around the corner so...

SHIT! Dexter would have to get him something! But he’s never bought someone a birthday present before. He only ever wrote poems or drew pictures for his parents that would make them even more afraid of their son. What the dang diddly heck could he get him?

Before he cold panic anymore, Dexter pushed all his dread down to feign composure. Taking the bottle in his hand and taking a brave swig, but nearly spat it out as soon as the liquid touched his tongue.

“It’s so sweet.” Dexter had never tasted anything so bitter in his life, it was worse than dried plums, his most hated food.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d like the sweet stuff, But this one taste like apples.” Roman said and took the bottle away, giving him a new one. Dexter tried it.

“It’s so smooth against the throat.” It was like he was drinking acid.

“Maybe you’re not a beer person, let’s try something else.”

And so they went through a list of different types of alcohol; some wine, nope; champagne, burn it; whiskey, pure toxic waste; vodka, how is this from a potato? Now it all came down to the last drink, Dexter already felt light headed and dizzy, but he was willing to try one last time. If he didn’t like it then he’d just join the ranks with Patton and Virgil and have soda.

“I don’t really drink this stuff, so I bought just a small bottle in case you didn’t want it.” Roman said setting a small bottle of ale into his palm. With a breath in and a gulp, Dexter took a chance and had a small sip. It was pleasant. It was sweet, but not overly so; it was sooth down the throat with a nice burning feeling; the aftertaste was bitter, but he oddly enjoyed it.

“This is horrible.”

“Really?” Logan asked, a light glass of peach wine in his palm.

“Nope, would never drink this again.” He confirmed and took another sip.

“Well good, Jackal and Lied, finally you like something.” Roman sighed, glancing at all the rejected drinks off to the side.

“Roman be nice, Dexter doesn’t have to like the alcohol you do.” Patton lectured him gently, mouth full of pizza. 

Now that his choice of drink was settle, they settled into light banter and talking, a detective crime show on in the background. Dexter spent a while just drinking water, trying to re-hydrate from all those drinks.

He noted off to the side that Roman was eating the vegan pizza and Virgil was eating the meat lover’s pizza. He chuckled at the irony that two people so different could like each other. Roman was really loud and obvious about his affection for the precious emo that needs to be protected, but Virgil was much quieter. Over the past couple weeks since that day in the coffee shop Dexter had spotted multiple signs that Virgil was crushing on the regal boy just as much as the prince was on him. That only made Dexter wonder if Virgil thought that he was being a flirt, or if he took him seriously and chose to ignore his advances on purpose. Whatever the case was, he just wished they would stop being dumb and get together, their needless pining was beginning to drive him insane, and he had only known them for a little less than three months; Dexter can only imagine how Logan and Patton feel.

Eventually the conversation shifted away from whatever it previously was, Dexter accidentally spaced off and missed everything, and turned to the upcoming holiday.

“So a theater buddy of mine invited me to his costume party this Saturday and said I could bring some friends. How ‘bout it?” Roman inquired of them, looking extremely hopeful in Virgil’s direction.

“I’d love too! Logan wouldn’t that be fun? We could go as a matching pair!” Patton hastily agreed, loving the sound of a Halloween party.

“I don’t object.” Lo replied with a loving smile, nuzzling his forehead against Patton’s, earning a giggle from the latter. “How about you Virge?”

“I dunno, large crowds aren’t really my thing.” He said uncomfortably, playing with the zippers on his jacket’s sleeves. Roman immediately lost his smile, moving in his spot on the bed to better face him.

“You won’t have to talk to anyone, we’ll all be there and if you want to leave I’ll take you home.” He compromised eagerly.

Virgil still looked unsure, but was unable to resist the magnetic pull of Roman’s puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine.” He caved, “But only for a bit.” Roman readily agreed, giving Virge a large hug that he didn’t try to escape from. Virgil may have thought he was slick, but Dexter noticed his grin and blush. Goodness, he wished he had a camera, his ship was finally leaving the harbor.

“What about you Dexter?” Logan spoke up again, turning all eyes in the room to him.

“Yes I’ll go, I’ve been to tons of parties before.”

“Ah, come on kiddo, it’ll be fun! And just like Virgil, you won’t have to push yourself.” Patton told him, trying to persuade him.

Dexter took a second to ponder. He’s never been invited to a party before, not even for birthdays, so he didn’t know what to do. His friends would be there to help, but he still felt like he’d mess up somehow. He had a project due in five days, but it was nearly done, and perhaps he could work at the party as well. He still had to think of a present for Logan in eight days, but he could ask Patton for ideas and stop by the shops next week. He could make it work, but Dexter couldn’t help but feel like he was about to agree to torturing himself. He’ll see how it goes.

“No.”

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I orginally was going to end it with chapter two, but i just loved it too much to let it go so soon. Plus you peeps seemed it like it too. Tell me what’cha think. See Ya!

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college athlete!bts

notes: i’ve made minor edits and revisions to these, but they’re still true to the originals. still in the process of reposting from my old blog, bear with me, loves.

disclaimer: blanket disclaimers

KIM SEOKJIN ◦ [cr.]

“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”

Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.

He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.

He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.

“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.

“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”

He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.

That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.

“No way, this lo mein is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.

Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”

“Seokjin,” you blink, “I’m leaving.”

“Aww, come on that was a good one!”

MIN YOONGI ◦ [cr.]

“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.

You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”

“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.

“That too,” you hum, “But you sealed your fate when you voted him captain.”

You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.

“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”

You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; and he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.

“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.

“You should give Coups a break, he’s tired,” you pout. “Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”

“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”

“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go back to yours and have great sex.”

He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while you mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”

“What, no great sex afterwards?”

Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court. “We’ll see about that later.”

JUNG HOSEOK ◦ [cr.]

“Come on, babe, one more round!”

Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

“I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”

Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.

“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.

You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”

He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. And somehow he’s pulling off his green, opaque visor.

“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked about you, sunshine.”

“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”

He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.

It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.

“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”

You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”

KIM NAMJOON ◦ [cr.]

You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.

“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”

Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.

“He was tailing me, ______. If I had been one stroke slower, I would have lost.”

“But you weren’t one stroke slower, Joon. You won.”

“But I could have—”

“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”

Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.

“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.

“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”

“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”

“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”

“Baby, I can’t—”

“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. 

When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”

He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”

You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”

PARK JIMIN ◦ [cr.]

“You know, you kind of look like Elsa,” you hum.

“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”

He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”

Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh, “Whatever you say, love.”

You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.

“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.

“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.

“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.

“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”

“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.

You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.

“Your nose is red.”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”

KIM TAEHYUNG ◦ [cr.]

“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.

Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer, “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”

“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”

“That shirt is mine.”

You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”

He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.

“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.

“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.

“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.

The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.

Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.

You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.

Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.

JEON JUNGKOOK ◦ [cr.]

There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.

The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.

The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.

“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.

You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.

In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.

Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).

Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.

“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.

“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?

“You’re cute,” you quip afterwards.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jungkook, you’re my boyfriend.”

“How embarrassing.”

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Taehyung’s Affection

And now it is time for the second half of the Daegu line, the love of my life who is so fucking talented !!! My bby can act, he can sing, he can dance, he can be cute without even trying and also be cute while trying and I think that’s a talent, he’s just overall a wonderful, talented, kind, smart human bean who I appreciate, love and adore so so so much, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

Just a quick explanation of this since it’s pretty self explanatory, this is just gonna be a post about I think the boys would cuddle/hug, their PDA levels, etc. 

S O AFFECTIONATE 

He’s so cuddly and I love him so much

Similar to Jimin, all I can say is good luck initiating the affection before he does bc he’s so so loving and sweet and will forever be holding your hand or leaning on you or just giving your cheek lots of kisses

V v v v v playful and he’s got a lot of playful affection

A lot of poking, a lot of him squishing your cheeks, a lot of him playing with your ears

Probably tries to bite you every now and then

Constantly playing with your hair, ruffling it up to piss you off, smoothing it back into place afterwards, toying with it when he’s listening to you talk or he’s talking

But he also doesn’t mind if you play with his hair, you can put it into different hair styles, you can ruffle it up, you can just run your fingers through it, his hair looks so s o f t oh my lord

Smiles at you every two seconds

Your biggest supporter tbh

“That’s my bby!! Go bby go!!” 

Always telling you to go for what you want and encouraging you every step of the way, always there to catch you if you fall, always there to help you back up and dust you off and get you going again

But even though he can be !!! and being really cute and playful, he’s also really good at being a serious boyfriend too

He knows exactly when to joke around and when to be serious, he knows when he should try to cheer you up and when he should just listen to you rant and be there for you

Will do anything and everything to make you happy, you need him to do something super cutesy and aegyo and all of that ?? He’ll do it in a heartbeat

Need him to sing your favorite song to help you fall asleep?? He’ll do it he’s got the lyrics memorized

Need him to just give you a hug?? He’s on it you don’t even have to ask

His hugs would be the best though

He looks so warm and he’s broad and tall and his cologne probably smells so good (apparently some people who have met him said it does) and hugging him would just be so nice??

Lots of hugs, they’re a daily thing

He loves a good back hug

I mean we’ve literally seen the kid give Jungkook a back hug and waddle their way around bc he didn’t wanna let go

He doesn’t care who back hugs who (even though it’s very likely he’s the one back hugging you)

If you’re talking to someone or you’re doing something, he’s v v likely to come up and give you a lil back hug and just let his head rest on your shoulder, he doesn’t always say something, most of the time he doesn’t say anything at all, he just wants to have you close to him

They can be playful, they can be sweet, they can be just a “hey I’m home”

It happens a l o t when he’s tired, there have been times where he nearly falls asleep on your shoulder

But he doesn’t mind being the one that gets back hugged either, there are so many clips of the other boys back hugging him and he just seems so content and lets them do it all they want to so he’s definitely not gonna have a problem with you doing it

He has some quicker hugs, more playful hugs where he squeezes you really really tight to get a reaction from you

But he also loves longer hugs, he loves being able to nuzzle your neck and hold you really close and stroke your hair 

He lo v es cuddles so much and he’s so ideal for cuddling

He’s got the broad chest that would make a g r ea t pillow, he’s got nice shoulders that are two more great pillows, he’s got soft hair to play with, he’s got nice fingers to play with, he’s got a great voice for pillow talk he’s just he’s perfect for cuddling why am I not cuddling him rn

He’s really okay with any type of cuddling but the most common is probably spooning

He prefers being big spoon but there are some nights where he’s gonna just shift around and pull your arms around him and be the lil spoon

He likes having the ability to make it playful or to make it sweet, he can either give your waist a couple squeezes or tickle your sides or blow on your hair and make you laugh or he can hold onto your hands and kiss your shoulder and rub your arms

He is d e fini tel y not gonna complain if you decide you’d rather have your head on his chest or his on yours or if you’d rather face each other instead, he loves cuddling in general

Definitely spends a good few hours with his head in his lap or yours in his, just taking lil naps or playing on your phones

When it comes to hand holding, he definitely prefers interlocked fingers, hands down (is that a pun????????)

He’s more likely to try and intertwine your fingers together than just let hold onto your hand, he likes the feeling of it more, he likes being able to squeeze your fingers, he likes all of it

But if he is gonna hold onto your hand, it’s normally when one of you is leading the other somewhere or if you have your arm around his shoulders and he wants to hold your hand or if you have your hand on a table or the arm of a chair or something like that and he just puts his hand over yours

Will probably try and swing your hands while he walks to get you :D

He likes holding your hand while he takes his public naps where he’s backstage or he’s on a flight and his head is on your shoulder and it’s v v cuddly

His lips are so nice okay fuck me u p his lips look so soft and it doesn’t help that he has that fucking habit of licking his lips which is great for a Tae stan I totally neeD THAT

His kisses would be equally as nice, they’re always very soft, very gentle bc he’s a softie he may be tall and broad and have a voice deeper than an abyss but he’s a bub he’s a prince he’s a kind hearted sweetheart who just wants everyone to be happy and has so much love and respect for the people around him (my bias is showing gotta go)

He has the more playful kisses that are quick lil pecks, they’re his “hello/goodbye” kisses but they’re also his “I haven’t seen you smile in a couple minutes I wanna change that” kisses

He has the soft kisses that aren’t quick but also aren’t as long as some of his kisses, they’re not rushed in any way but they’re more of a “hey quick reminder that I love you” kiss

And of course he’s got the more meaningful kisses where every single bit of his love is added to the kiss and it’s the type of kiss that makes you take a couple seconds to snap back to reality once it’s over, it’s the kiss where you have to stop whatever you’re doing to respond, they’re his “I really really r e a l l y love you” kisses

His hands almost always cup your face but sometimes they’ll be on your waist or on the wall behind you and he always has to whisper an “I love you” after it a l w a y s

Nose kisses are his favorites, he loves them bc once again, they’re versatile, they can be sweet and soft or they can be playful and get you smiling

He’s also a fan of cheek kisses, hand kisses, shoulder kisses, neck kisses, forehead kisses, ear kisses, pretty much all the kisses but nose kisses are his top favorite

Onto PDA levels

Forever has his arm over your shoulders or yours around his or his waist

Hand holding isn’t as common but it’s not unlikely either

Kisses are welcome, of course not the serious kisses bc those are private but lil cute pecks or kisses on the cheeks, those are A okAY

He’s not a very shy person, he does have his moments but overall, he’s not all that shy so PDA isn’t that big of a deal to him

He’s okay with public hugs (especially when he’s just coming home from tour and he’s missed you too much to wait to get back to the dorm to hug you, he’s gonna hug you right then and there in the airport)

Matching outfits are a must, even if it’s just a matching theme like hoodies or an all black outfit, he’s gonna wanna match

He’d be s o fucking happy the entire time he’s so :D

Definitely hands down 100% have some form of matching jewelry, matching bracelets for sure, probably some matching necklaces maybe even a couple ring

Affection with Tae is common but always sweet, always v v soft and warm and loving

[sanderssides-fics]

A special haven (CHAPTER 1)

Ship: analogical Plot: anxiety is an ever-returning mental health patient; Logan is his nurse. Warnings: mentions of suicide, self harm,  drugs, and alcohol. A/N: guys I promise this is generally sweet.

@analogically-prinxiety @the-prince-and-the-emo @the-sanders-sides @softlogic @dan-yuna @polysandershell (dunno if you'd like to be tagged in my stupid writing but saw you answer an Anon about others being able to tag you in stuff so yeah uh I'll shut up now haha) ________1________

Anxiety winced as the doctor fixed his iv into his arm. “This is your third time here this month” she said concerned, Doctor Alice had been 1 of 2 doctors that came to him, the other was her sister Doctor Emelia but she was at her wedding.

“I know, things just aren’t the best” Anxiety spoke in a quiet voice, looking anywhere but at Dr.Alice.

“Well I know you won’t open up to me about any of that, I’m guessing you want your usual” Dr.Alice had a teasing tone in her smooth voice, she tucked her pen behind her ear and her blonde phone cord curls covered it seconds later. Anxiety just nodded with a small blush, She left a minute later and Anxiety looked around the familiar room. He just start paying rent he was here so often, room 17, floor 2, East wing. The only room on the floor without a window, Anxiety had requested he moved out of his windowed room he was first put in when he first came here. The window was too bright compared to his dark life.

“Good morrow Anxiety” the sweet, buttery smooth voice of his favourite and only nurse filled Anxiety’s depressed ears. Anxiety perked up a little bit as nurse Logan sat on the edge of the bed, just a small ‘hello’ smile. “Third time this month, first was from a major attack, 2nd was an alcohol poisoning due to…”

“My brother um outed me to the whole school” Anxiety whimpered nervously, Logan was very familiar with Anxiety’s sexuality as Anxiety came out to him on accident while under anesthesia intoxication. Logan was a venting system for Anxiety’s issues and he was okay with that because it was his job and honestly, Anxiety was a tolerable person.

“What’d you do about that?” Logan asked, tapping a pen against his plump lips, Anx was ditracted by the motion for a minute before he swallowed and spoke. 

“Before or after what everyone else did?”

Logan frowned “both” He leant back,  allowing Anxiety time to speak when he felt strong enough. Anxiety explained that his brother outed him to Roman’s friends,  whom all proceeded to call him varying slurs and push him around, mock-flirting with him was the worse because Anxiety fell for the first Flirt. Anxiety locked himself away for all weekend after that, when he had to go to school he was beaten and made fun of all day. At the end he drowned his agony in vodka and some ibuprofen. He was back in the hospital 2 days later because his dad found him with half a bottle of gin down his throat and the other half in the kitchen sink.

Anxiety felt safe around Logan, he felt pleasant. Anxiety knew he had quite the infatuation on Logan but he’d be a fool to think it was returned.

“Roman isn’t making home a safe environment then.” Logan said referencing the time Anxiety had said that Roman was a safe person.

“Not anymore, not since Dad died” Anxiety gave in to Logan quick as always. He always gave in to Logan’s questions, he vented almost everything to Logan because he was trust worthy in Anxiety’s eyes.

“Your family is hurting you more than supporting you. Anxiety, I think you need to move into our group home. It’s much safer and it’s accepting of all sexualities, genders, and ethnicity.” Logan spoke, eyeing Anxiety carefully. This was the third time Logan asked him to move into the hospitals back building.

“No. I’m okay, I’ll live at home” Anxiety said flatly.

“But for how long, Anxiety?” Logan asked as he stood up walking over to Anxiety’s side.

“Long enough”

So it continued, Anxiety vented and made Logan discuss himself too for the 4 more hours he was there. Then Anxiety was instructed to go home, he changed into his usual sweater, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge t-shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and shoes. Logan handed him a card for the home. No doctors, no nurses, just a caretaker for everyone. Logan noticed Anxiety’s new emotion as he stared at the card. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me” Anxiety threw the card down and ran out of the hospital. Logan sighed, he’d never do such a thing. He hated admitting it but he was falling for his recurring patient.

4 days later Anxiety was in ER and being treated for 3 broken ribs and a punctured lung. He was soon transferred to his room and was greeted by Logan 10 minutes later. The sight of Anxiety broke Logan’s heart. He was coated in bruises, cuts, and his chest was thickly bound in tensor bandage.

“Hey Lo! God you’re hot” Anxiety spoke in a little bit of a low voice. Logan chuckled slightly.

“Why thank you Anxiety” Logan smirked “What pain meds did they put you on?” Logan asked suspiciously. Anxiety always held these kind of thoughts inside.

“Morphine I think, why does it matter? All I know is that I’m feeling it, there’s something I’d rather be feeling though. Your lips and my lips need to meet, cause they’re a match.” Anxiety practically slurred, Logan just laughed and sat in a chair next to him.

“Why are you here today Anxiety?” Logan asked with his notebook half full with Anxiety’s history here, another notebook of it at home.

“Darren, Roman, and Josh beat me up when I got home last night. Hit me with bats and boots. They kept hitting even after I stopped fighting back.” Anxiety spoke “I tasted blood, I couldn’t breathe very well and my head hurt a lot” Anxiety finished with a small whimper.  Logan frowned and stood, hugging his patient gently. Anxiety actually hugged back best he could.

“Anxiety do you want to talk to the police and press charges on them?” Logan asked and Anxiety shook his head No,  the medicine making him sleepy. Logan told him to rest and so Anxiety did, but only after complimenting Logan again but this time-

“You’re so smart, I’m sorry I’m a pain and refuse to listen to your advice when I’m sober” Anxiety had said and Logan just smiled. He took his notebook and dimmed the lights before exiting the room, closing the door.

“You’re so smitten for him” Logan jumped and spun around, Dr.Levon next to him. The male doctor with striking genetic-deformed-yellow irises smirked at him, a foot and a half taller.

“Hush Dr.Levon” Logan groaned.

“You know I’m right, you stare at that boy with so much love and care. You seem him hurt and your heart breaks, you’re sad whether he’s in the hospital or not because if he’s not here you don’t see him but if he is here it’s because something is wrong.” Dr.Levon deciphered.

“Don’t you have a book to write?” Logan asked a little frustrated. Dr.Levon left with raised arms in defence. Logan sighed and went to the back building to prepare Anxiety his own quarters, they only had 5 people in the building other than the caretaker so everyone having their own room wasn’t a big deal. Logan didn’t care what Anxiety had to say any more, he was safer in this house than at home with his brother and as a trained medical treatment nurse he could say what was safe for one’s health.

Anxiety was awake again 5 hours later. “Where’s Nurse Logan?” Anxiety asked a female nurse who entered to check his ribs compared to his x-rays. 

“He’s gone home, his shift ended 2 hours ago” she said with a bittersweet voice “You should stay away from him actually he is wasting his time with you” she growled “You keep coming back, either you are really stupid or you’re just lovestruck and this is the only way you know how to see him” she jammed an IV in Anxiety’s arm hard causing him to scream out and blood to spurt out. “Oh crap I can’t lose my job!” She ran out of the room and Dr.Alice came in.

“Anxiety darling, calm down.” She spoke slowly and fixed the IV “What happened?”

“Sh-she called me stupid, asked if why I was always here is because I like Logan and said for me to stay away from him” Anxiety whimpered, “Then she stabbed my arm with the IV and worried about losing her job”

“That’s Logan’s ex girlfriend, he realised he didn’t like tits soon after getting together with her. Weird I know, she blames you though because they got together 2 days before you showed up the first time and he broke up with her that day.” Dr.Alice drug on and on about the stupidity of the girl. All anxiety knew was the IV was putting him to sleep and soon he was half concious and his bed was being moved. He felt the elevator, the doors open, the cool spring nighttime air, and then the familiar smell of cinnamon of the back building spice incense. He felt himself be left there for a few minutes before moved again to a room that smelt like Logan,  he questioned it before recognizing a feeling on his chest. The tie Logan wore every once in awhile had become Anxiety’s Attack-grip.  He needed something to hold on to during his attacks and Logan had generously offered his tie. A few minutes later he fully passed out.

A few hours later Anxiety woke up and noticed his IV had been taken away. Next he noticed where he was and got scared. The room held posters, a dresser, a closet, the bed he was on, and best of all only one window which was boarded up. The only light came from a leather-scented candle, the clock next to it ticked past 4. 4 what? Am or Pm?

Anxiety staggered out of the bed, half falling with his legs tangled in Satin sheets. Logan had betrayed his request and put him in the group home. Anxiety crawled on his hands and knees, it was easiest on his chest and lung, his hands bobbed over carpet, his knees squished the crocheted wasteland of greys and blues.

“Someone’s up early” Anxiety heard a voice and turned towards the door, A skinny boy stood there. No older than 10. He had thick brown hair and looked strong but deceiving. “The floor is not very comfortable” the boy helped Anxiety back on the bed. “You should get more sleep, don’t tell Vander I was up, he’d kill me” the boy went back out of the room and nd closed the door, for some reason… Anxiety listened, with Logan’s tie held tightly in his hand he drifted off.

Anxiety was woken up around 8 by the same boy. “Morning!” He giggled and then ran away from Anxiety, out the door, and down some stairs. Anxiety was so confused, but mainly he felt a strange ping of happiness at the boys energy.

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any chance we could get a meta on dick/Kory in the newest teen titans movie? Pretty please

You know what nonny, why the heck not, I was filled with such utter delight at their interactions and scenes together that I got no trouble gushing about it for a few paragraphs.

Long-ass post and lotta screencaps, as per usual.

I was actually really trepidacious about Judas Contract when it was first announced.  Like, I thought there was no way it was gonna work with their chosen line-up and they were obviously gonna bring Deathstroke back from the dead and it would be lame and they were gonna keep stringing us Dick/Kory shippers along with the barest minimum of quality ship tease they could get away with.

I still don’t think everything worked about the movie.  (Raven was pretty much just as useless as she was in the comic version, Slade had none of the humanizing motivation behind his actions, and let’s not talk about their ass-backwards origin for Jericho.)  But it was surprisingly both semi-accurate to the source material and Actually Decent and fixed a few things that bugged me about the story and HOLY CATS THE QUALITY ROBSTAR CONTENT.

LIKE, THEY WERE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HAPPY SUPPORTIVE HEALTHY COUPLE AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF???

I will go into detail now. :)

So we open with the Titans puttering along and Dick is being Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt and then the alien brawl draws their attention.

And we begin the beautiful Dick/Kory goodness with one of my favorite tropes ever, Love At First Sight!

Or more accurately, That Look Of Utter Awe And Adoration And “Wow Wow Who Is That I Feel Tingly All Of A Sudden She’s Shiny”.

We’re like, not even a minute in and the music goes all soft and romantic and there’s slow camera pans and the boy is already a goner just look at him.

And thus, the film establishes right away, “These two are a Thing.  They are OTP.  Enjoy! :D”

As with the 2003 animated cartoon, Robin is pretty much immediately on Starfire’s side and feels really protective over her right off the bat.  (Pardon the pun.)

He orders the Titans into action.  And Kid Flash lampshades the fact that Robin is clearly thinking with his… ahem… “little grayson”.

Robin fights the Gordanians holding onto her, freeing her.  She shouts at him about the portal and he orders Speedy to blow it up.

As the wind pulls at them, sucking the Gordanians up, Robin grabs onto her wrist and oh my gosh it is just so cute and romantic and aaaaaaaaah!

A Gordanian grabs onto her ankle and pulls her away and Robin disconnects his grapple line to go save her.

AND THEN THEY CRADLE EACH OTHER AS THEY CRASH BACK TO THE GROUND AND KORY ANGLES HERSELF SO THAT SHE HITS FIRST.

BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, HER SMOL NEW FRIEND LOOKS TINY AND BREAKABLE.

She rolls right on top of him and plants the iconic language learning kiss on him.

AND THEN THIS NERD SMILES FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE FILM STARTED AND COMMENTS, “USEFUL.” WHEN KORY EXPLAINS HOW SHE CAN LEARN LANGUAGE VIA LIP CONTACT.

WE ARE THREE MINUTES IN AND THE LEVEL OF EPIC TRUE LOVE OTP IS KILLING ME.

His face omg he is so BESOTTED.  He’s barely known her five minutes and she’s already getting started on relaxing his seriousness and helping him be more himself and less Gruff McAngsty Mini-Batman.

And since Kory still looks sad and uncertain, Dick is quick to reassure her that she’s welcome there on Earth, and welcomes her to to team.  Quintessential RobStar right there.

Everything about this opening is just framed and shot so romantically.  The camera angles and focus, the staging, their expressions.  Every single animation choice is a deliberate HEY HELLO THESE TWO ARE IN LOVE YES?

And lo, I am slain.  For this is ship tease of the highest caliber thank you more please.

To my everlasting delight, there was more.  LOTS more.

Dick and Kory being a highly effective Battle Couple, watching each other’s backs and keeping each other safe.

Dick and Kory flirting under fire and playfully teasing each other.  (Making it clear to all that they are disgustingly open about their relationship.)

Dick being respectful of Kory’s leadership and not wanting to upstage her, and reassuring her doubts when the team gravitates towards him.

Dick worrying about Kory specifically when Deathstroke attacks.

Kory being devastated when Deathstroke brags about having killed Dick, refusing to believe it’s true, and having faith in him to rescue them.

Dick asking Kory to move in with him, in front of their “kids”.

WHICH IS FRAMED RIDICULOUSLY LIKE A PROPOSAL FOR LITERALLY NO OTHER REASON THAN SHIPTEASE???

Dick and Kory hugging.

Dick and Kory training.

Dick and Kory dancing.

Dick and Kory canoodling on their couch.

BASICALLY DICK AND KORY BEING LOWKEY MARRIED THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE FILM.

There’s just SO much that’s just the essence of what I love about these two–the mutual care and concern, the bolstering each other up, the kickass tag-teaming in battle, her undying faith in him–and then it’s just added to by them being so healthily intimate and mature and adult when it comes to relating to each other.  She feels free to express her doubts and insecurities to him.  He compliments and encourages her.  They tease each other.  They talk through their issues.  They snuggle and kiss and are gross in front of their “children”.

Their relationship is so open and natural and comfortable and THIS IS BASICALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED???!?!

Hello yes, I was not expecting this level of OTP, but clearly someone on the writing team for this film KNOWS and GETS the heart of Dick/Kory and why people love their romance because it is aaaaaaaalllll over this film.

They don’t even have any stupid plot drama arguments it’s just aaaaaaaaah!

*heart eyes forever*

OH AND THE KIDS SHIP IT TOO???  LIKE, EVEN DAMIAN WHO DOESN’T LIKE ANYONE IS ALL, “I APPROVE GRAYSON.” WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK.

I’m kind of being incoherent and rambly and not very analytical right now but just… THESE TWO.  THESE TWO and how they are written in THIS MOVIE is basically exactly perfect and exactly how you should write established couples and I would just like writers everywhere to TAKE NOTE THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT.

They aren’t forced into stereotypical roles, they aren’t squished into unnecessary UST or other tensions, they don’t butt heads, they’re just supportive and playful and adore each other and care about each other’s feelings and talk out their problems AND ARE SO RIDICULOUSLY HEALTHY TOGETHER AND MAKE EACH OTHER SO STUPIDLY HAPPY.

I just love them so much askfjhakjghjhg.

Excuse me I need to go cry and watch the movie again.

But seriously, there is literally nothing wrong with Dick and Kory in this movie, they are happy and adorable and perfect and are basically Mom and Dad to the Titans and it is WONDERFUL.

My babies.