#i enjoyed the songs and there were parts i really adored but it definitely was a litte underwhelming with how much of it like

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STILL a little disappointed by all the missed opportunities for Natsumi and Sumire in superstar s2......there was so much POTENTIAL

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ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!

word count - 2.1k

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☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can I kiss you?"

omg i hope you guys liked it! requests are still open btw and thank you for reading! <3

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[jjkamochoso]

How do you think jjk men would court their crush? Feel free to add anyone you want but I would love to read about Choso.

OMG SO CUTE!!!! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it <3

JJK Men Courting Their Crush

A/n: okay so for this, I chose to depict most situations as their first time doing a certain courting activity with you so they’re a lil nervous and haven’t made their crush on you explicitly clear🫣 I hope that’s alright and makes sense!! And I can do a part 2 of them doing the same courtship things but with a confession, just lmk if that’s something you guys want🫶 please enjoy below!!

JJK men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji: cooking for you

“So, y/n, what do you think?”

Yuji was standing over you as you took a bite of the dish he made. Nervous energy was radiating off of him. He didn’t have much experience in the romance department but knew that usually the quickest way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. He wanted to treat you to some of his favorite dishes as a way to show you that you mean a great deal to him and hopefully get to know you better over a good meal. He had prepped in the school’s kitchen all day after spending hours trying to decide which entrees you’d like the best. He thought back to the times you all went out to eat in the city and what you ordered, then thought about what recipes he knew that were similar. As he was cooking, he hoped you liked what he made enough to where he could eventually do it for you every night.

As soon as it hit your tongue, you felt the warmth of the lovingly cooked food spread through your body. You could tell he spent lots of time on this for you and you were extremely flattered that he would go out of his way to do something like this for you.

“Yuji, it’s absolutely divine. I haven’t had something this yummy in years.”

Yuji put a hand on the back of his neck, sheepish from your compliments.

“I’m really glad you liked it. I have some more recipes that I’ve been meaning to try out and you would be the perfect taste tester if you’re up for doing this often.”

Your eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! But are you sure you wouldn’t mind cooking for me that much?”

“Of course,” he said earnestly, “it’d be tons of fun. Besides, I really like hanging out with you.”

And I really like being the cause of your adorable smile! he wanted to say, but decided to save those words for another time. Chatting and laughing with you was enough for now—maybe he’d cook up enough confidence one day to tell you how he really feels about you.

Megumi: making you playlists

Megumi couldn’t stop fidgeting as he waited for you to meet up with him before class. You had mentioned that you wanted new songs to listen to so when you asked him for recommendations, he took the collecting of songs very seriously. He was never good with his words so maybe you’d get the hint that he had a crush on you from some of the songs he chose. He heard your steps coming down the hall and it was like he forgot how to stand and breathe like a normal human being. He shoved his hands in his pockets and studied a stray rock lying on the ground to look busy.

“Hey Megumi!” you greeted, making him jump slightly. He mumbled out a “hello” and immediately dug into his backpack, a CD emerging from its inky depths.

“Well, I, uh-I didn’t know if you used Spotify or YouTube or something else but I know you mentioned having a CD player so… yeah. Here.”

He thrusted the CD into your hands without meeting your eyes. The plastic case held a disc that said “Y/n’s Playlist” in sharpie.

“Thank you so much!” you said, inspecting it, “I’ll give this a listen after class. I really do appreciate you taking the time to do this for me.”

“It’s nothing,” replied Megumi, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh wait, I won’t know the song names or artists when I listen to this. Wanna come over later and help me make a track list?”

Megumi felt his face burn up with a blush. “Y-yeah. That, uh, sounds great.”

He’d definitely have to make you more playlists and keep forgetting to include that pertinent information!

Yuta: complimenting you nonstop

“Y/n! I like your shirt!”

“Y/n! Great fighting form!”

“That joke was hilarious, you’re so funny, y/n!”

These were things you were used to hearing when you were around Yuta. He was always showering you with compliments, not that you were complaining. He had a major crush on you and wanted to start letting you know that he saw, appreciated, and admired you without revealing his full feelings for now. You and your classmates were training on the field and Yuta was your sparring partner.

“Wow, you really pinned me down quick! That was amazing,” Yuta said as you extended a hand to help him up.

“You’re always so sweet, thank you,” you replied. “You were really good, though, too! I’m sure you’ll get me next time. You’re super strong.”

Yuta felt his breath hitch in his throat. He was superb at giving compliments but horrible at receiving them.

“Geez, that, umm… it means a-a lot coming from you because you’re so great. Thank you.”

“Please, I’m not that cool! You’re awesome as well,” you told him.

“Yeah, but not as awesome as you!”

It seemed that you two were stuck in a never ending cycle of compliments. After a few more rounds of back and forth, you agreed that you were both cool and strong and whatever other positives you could think of. Yuta left the field in high spirits, thinking of all the creative ways he could tell you how cute you were the next time he saw you.

Inumaki: giving you flowers

Toge stood, clippers in hand, eyeing the flowers in front of him with an intensity rarely seen from the blonde. He was trying to decide on which flowers to cut to make you a bouquet. Taking flowers for personal purposes would normally be extremely frowned upon but he was the plant caretaker and figured he could get away with snipping a few here and there. He thought back to all of your previous conversations, wracking his brain for any moments you might have mentioned a favorite all those times you walked here together. He remembered you’d said you liked them all so he really couldn’t choose wrong. When he made up his mind and clipped his picks, he smiled under his pulled up collar. He walked over to your dorm, an extra pep in his step.

“Toge! Hi!” you greeted kindly as you opened your door. His collar was now pulled down and you felt your heart swell at seeing his cursed marks curled in a happy expression. You were afraid you were about to get pranked when you saw he had his hands behind his back, but your fears were quelled when he presented you with a small bouquet of flowers.

“These are for me?” you asked, surprised.

He shook his head. “Salmon.”

“You’re the best! Thank you!”

You grabbed him into a hug, careful not to crush the flowers. He’d keep bringing you bouquets until either you got the hint that he liked you as more than a friend or he got the courage to write out his feelings.

Noritoshi: writing you letters

It was hard to make friends at the Kyoto school since your classmates were always so on edge about letting people get close, but you and Noritoshi had somehow bypassed that fear and your acquaintance turned into something deeper over the years. Unfortunately for Noritoshi, his feelings now dove even deeper than that, finding himself in the throes of a crush. Unsure of what to do, he’d tried ignoring the nagging feelings in heart every time you spoke to each other, but it never work. After much introspection and consideration, he determined that it would be wise to see if you felt the same. If you did, great. If you didn’t, he’d be released from the constant “what if’s” running through his mind. As he started putting pen to paper, he felt his confidence falter. Who pours their feelings into a letter instead of speaking face to face? Is that cowardly? He changed gears; this letter wouldn’t be of romantic intent, per se, but just of a way to get to know you better and show you he cares about what you think, how you feel, and whatever else he managed to write before his fingers failed him. When he nervously slipped the sealed paper under your dorm door a few days later, he anxiously awaited to see when you would mention it in your face to face conversation with him—you didn’t.

Imagine his surprise when he was greeted with his own letter hours later! You had expressed your delight in his letter and wanted to keep him as a consistent pen pal for the near future. Noritoshi’s hands grasped your letter, fingers tracing your words. With this new open view of each other’s hearts, your private conversations safe from prying ears, he yearned for the day he could tell you the truth of his heart before it was spilled in ink.

Todo: carrying/lifting things for you

Aoi knew you were more than capable of handling things yourself but he wanted to show you that he’d be your perfect, strong protector so he’d always offer to carry whatever you were holding, no matter how big or small. At school? He’d carry your books. Grocery shopping together? He’d lift all the heavy items in and out of the cart. Need to move your car but you’re too lazy to get up? Consider it done—he just picked it up and moved it. He hoped that by continuing to show up for you like this, you’d see how much he really likes you. Of course, he wouldn’t be afraid of speaking to you about his crush on you, but he would rather go out of his way to impress you first before stating his obvious attraction to you.

“Y/n! Let me get that for you!”

Your dorm room door was propped open and Aoi had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, when you were struggling to move some furniture around in your room. He lifted the couch with ease and shot you an award winning grin and wink.

“Just tell me where you want it.”

You pointed to a spot near the window and he put the couch down gracefully, barely making a sound.

“Anything else I can help with?” he asked eagerly. He’d rearrange the layout of the entire school if you asked him to—anything to make you happy!

Gojo: buying you gifts

Satoru was not the type to outright tell someone he had a crush on them. You know, the whole “love is the greatest curse of all” thing? He’d much rather ignore those feelings in hopes of them disappearing. So when he found himself fawning over you nonstop, he didn’t know the right way to convey his desire to connect with you on a deeper level. He might’ve been running on empty in regard to romantic skills, but his bank account was severely overflowing. He began to take mental notes on everything you looked at and put back while in Tokyo during your shopping trips and visited those places to buy all of it on his own.

“I got this for you.”

Satoru had several bags by their handles that he gently nudged toward you. Confused, you opened them, greeted by multiple items that you had taken notice of but didn’t have the funds to purchase. You didn’t remember Satoru even being there when you were browsing them in the first place.

“Satoru, how did you-”

“I pay attention more than people think,” he shrugged, glad to have his blindfold covering his eyes so you couldn’t see how they softened when they met yours.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you said, trying not to cry tears of happiness.

He chuckled. “I know. You deserve nice things, though. If you can’t treat yourself, then allow me to.”

He was glad he turned infinity off to feel your arms wrap around his in a tight hug. Even if the words evaded him at the moment, he’d be sure to keep showing how much he cares for you by giving you things to remember him by.

Geto: taking you to the farmer’s market

“Come, y/n, I have a fun morning planned for us.”

Suguru had texted you and invited you to the local farmer’s market. You, of course, accepted readily, and now that he was here to pick you up, he was starting to feel a little nervous. Your friendship was a wonderful thing but Suguru craved to get to know you better and see if you shared the same romantic affections he was feeling toward you. He figured that going somewhere low key like a farmer’s market would be great to cultivate easy conversations. As you two walked together, admiring the handiwork of the local artists, you shivered from a cold breeze that kicked up. Suguru was quick to remove his outer layer and drape it over your shoulders.

“Oh, Suguru, I don’t want you to get cold.”

“I’m alright, I promise. I’d rather be a little chilly than see you freeze on my behalf. May I buy you a warm drink as well?”

After that, you were nice and toasty and he glad he could help in any way he could. When the market was closed and you two walked back home, you decided to make a visit here an every week occurrence. Suguru was sure that in a few weeks’ time, he’d prove to you that he’d be a great partner.

Nanami: cooking with you

Kento wasn’t sure how to approach the topic of his romantic feelings toward you. He valued straightforward communication, but he couldn’t find it within himself to outright express his desires for romance right now. Instead, he opted to show you he cared by inviting you over to cook a meal together. He had asked you to pick a recipe and went shopping for all the ingredients. Now that you were finally over at his place, he felt his palms getting sweaty as saw you chopping vegetables, looking extremely cute while doing so. You gave him a sweet smile when you noticed him staring and he quickly looked away, a blush apparent on his cheeks. You dropped the veggies into the hot pan and he started cooking them. You two worked well together, never in each other’s ways and able to partake in conversation while keeping the task at hand. When dinner was ready, you were ecstatic that everything tasted delicious.

“Is it alright if I ask you to join me again sometime soon?” Kento asked.

“I would love nothing more,” you replied sweetly, his stomach now teeming with butterflies.

Choso: stargazing with you

Choso had zero experience with any type of romantic love. He was the expert in familial loyalty, a prime example of being a great big brother, but being a boyfriend? Not his forte. However, his desire to woo you outweighed his nerves so that’s what led him to call you and tell you to meet him outside one night. He read online that looking at the stars is a good way to induce romance and he was determined to prove to you that he’d be a worthy partner. You were taken aback when you saw he had set up blankets on the ground and put out picnic baskets of snacks. He had even wrapped you up in another blanket so you didn’t get cold! Once you were settled, you both chatted about anything and everything as you gazed at the wonders of the night sky.

“Choso! A shooting star, quick, make a wish!”

It was quiet for some time.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m not supposed to say or else it won’t come true,” you teased, nudging his arm. “What about you?”

He was studying the sky before he looked back at you. “I wished to keep having the privilege of sitting here with you as many days as I can.”

You felt yourself go shy at his confession but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. After that, you had plans in place to meet up again in a few days to do it all over. Choso was hoping that his next wish would also come true—that he’d be confident enough to bring the true feelings of his heart to light.

Toji: inviting you to local music shows

There was nothing better to Toji than a cheap activity, an attractive person by his side, and the promise of alcohol. That’s what led him to extend an invitation to you to join him at a small concert being held by a band you both liked. When you met him outside the run down venue, Toji felt his heart rate pick up as he saw how good you looked. His calm and collected demeanor didn’t change a bit, though, as he lazily threw an arm over your shoulder and walked with you inside.

“This place is super cool, Toji,” you said, taking in your surroundings.

He smirked. “I knew you’d like it. Wanna get something to drink?”

Toji wasn’t known for having tons of money but he liked you enough to pay for the first round of your drinks. As the band finished setting up their equipment and started playing their first song, you had a blast dancing along while he kept stealing glances at you between sips of his drink, relieved that you were having fun. You were able to convince him to dance with you after a few more drinks (not that the drinks affected his decision making—he just couldn’t deny a request from someone as hot as you). As the night wound down and he walked you home, he felt an excitement spark in his heart that he hadn’t known in a long time. He hoped that one day he’d stop being a coward and tell you he really liked you, but for now, he’d be content just holding you in his arms—and definitely keeping an eye out for flyers with information for the next show.

[tthoughtdaughter]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so baked this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

[sgtpeppers]

Okay so the quick version of this is: saw Two Of Us today, adored it even more than I adore the film, the choice to keep them in John's building worked really well to further highlight the mental health message the director talks about in his little note in the programme, the rooftop scene is somehow even more intimate and lovely in this version and the ending is even more painful! I'm gonna write down more under the cut about it all:

Playlist: The playlist before the show/during the interval is everything you would want it to be and it includes Monkberry Moon Delight which I feel like I never hear in public! 

The overall experience was also just super wholesome, one thing I always love about Beatles events is the range of people there it just makes you feel like your part of such a special thing, so shout out to all the old women talking about Paul near me, the middle aged men in their Beatles shirts, and the girl behind me who was sooo excited to be there and I hope she got to meet the cast after like she wanted to! ALSO the Beatles drinks are so funny, idk why Ringo’s is just earl grey tea 😭

Performances: OKAY let’s get into it. So one of my only real complaints about the film is that although I think overall Jared Harris and Aiden Quinn do an amazing job but I do find the quality a little inconsistent (especially the accents) but Jay Johnson and Barry Sloane are soooo so good, the accents, the little verbal quirks (which also, kudos to the writer as well) and the physicalities are jarringly good at points, especially Barry Sloane’s John. I also feel like a lot of Get Back was watched in preparation because there were so many little things, like the way John plays with his hair that just took me right back to that. Sometimes with fictional Beatles things I’m constantly thinking about how you’re watching two people try to portray these real people, but I definitely found that they were convincing enough that I wasn’t thinking about it too much. 

Outfits: I did find it kinda weird they went for the Get Back looks rather than how they looked in 76, I feel robbed of the New York City vest tbh but they did look great 

Changes from the film: basically they cut out them going for the walk to the park and to Luigi’s and instead John sets up the table for them like they’re in a restaurant in his kitchen. I think it works really well because they play into John not wanting to leave the building, which just adds into that whole mental health thing, and I think it actually makes the rooftop scene more poignant when they get there, because it feels more like Paul has broken through a bit and coaxed him outside, even if it’s baby steps. Anyway, they still have all the same conversations really the script is just chopped up a bit. 

One interesting thing is that the conversation that happens with the fan in Luigi’s still happens, but John sort of pesters Paul about whether he really thinks silly love songs should be number one, and it’s a nice extra layer to Paul’s insecurity which I enjoyed 

Mental health conversations: I think going into it knowing that the director wanted to make this because of the mental health themes, specifically men’s mental health and how having someone to reach out to is so important, is really interesting. They definitely amped up John’s anxiety from the film, his fidgeting and little moments to himself where he’s trying to get himself together were just so palpable, and Paul talking about his depression after the Beatles broke up was even more raw and upsetting seeing it in front of you. My absolute favourite line in the film is ‘I’m thirty-five years old and I still feel like I’ve done something wrong’ and god, my heart just broke seeing it on stage, I think that’s such a common feeling, just that sense that you’re in trouble for something but you’re not really sure what? Anyway, I just loved Sloane’s delivery of it. 

The Kiss: Okay, look I actually don’t care that much about the kiss in the film, I’m glad it’s in there as a little nod to John’s queerness but it really isn’t anything imo, but I liked it a lot more in this! For one thing rather than coming after a little play fight (which is still cute, don’t get me wrong) they do one of their silly dances where they’re spinning each other round etc, so the scene already feels more tender, and then John just kinda grabs him and it goes on a little longer than in the film. I still think it’s far from one of the most intimate moments in the show, but I do think they made it into something more here. 

Rooftop scene: It’s just. It’s everything. They sit right at the front of the stage, facing each other, cross legged and Paul gives him the whole ‘I see a beautiful baby boy speech’ and it’s PERFECT, this was the moment I was most worried about them screwing up and it was perfectly delivered and they have this lovely big hug after it and it made my heart ache in the best way. And idk, if seeing some guy dressed up as Paul McCartney saying that we should focus on fun and get out our own heads and how we don’t have to stay stuck as the kids who were just scared and trying to survive, doesn’t do something for you, then we’re just very different people. 

SNL scene: okay it’s pretty much the same but the way John is sleeping on Paul was everything, it wasn’t just a head on the shoulder he was fully laying back against Paul!! 

The ending: this is just so brutal because Paul doesn’t leave the flat to get his guitar, he borrows one of John’s and so when Yoko calls and John starts doing the whole ‘I wish you were here, you’re the only one who stops me disappearing’ it’s literally…. In Paul’s face. And it hurts. Then at the very end they cut between John on the phone to Yoko and Paul on the phone to Linda, and so Paul says ‘I love you’ to Linda, then John says ‘I love you too’ to Yoko but it sounds like they said it to each other, and then Here Today plays. The fact most people didn’t appear to be crying baffled me quite frankly. 

Yoko: They decided to have Yoko be the one who actually invited Paul, which felt like an odd choice and didn’t really add anything for me, but there we go 

Okay I’m gonna shut up there because this is way too long and I doubt anyone’s read it but ahhhhhhhhh it was so good and you’re just all lucky I can’t text you because my friends have had much more incoherent versions of all this

[alastor-simp]

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacting To Video Games Headcannons Part 1/2🎮

❥Summary: Your are a massive gamer in the Hazbin Hotel. What happens when the residents see you play a game that interests them?

❥Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Gamer, Video Games, Hazbin Hotel Headcannons, Hazbin Hotel x Video Games, Headcannons

❥Notes: I'm obsessed with videos games, including dating or RPG games, and I wanted to know how the hazbin hotel gang would react to video games. Enjoy:)

❥Credit: Divider from @cafekitsune

Charlie Morningstar🌈 + Undertale❤️

🌈Upon entering your room, Charlie was about to remind you to come down to the lobby for the group exercise, until she noticed you being completely immersed on your computer. Curious, she walked over to you slowly, leaning over a bit to stare at your screen, wondering what you were doing. Noticing the shadow that had outlined in front of you, you looked up to see Charlie, staring with adorable curious eyes at the screen.

🌈"Oh Hey Charlie! I'll be right down, let me just try to find Temmie village first." Her red pupils were gazing at the screen with fascination, "Oooo what is this?" She had sat on the bed, where you were laying, computer still stationed on your legs. "Oh its a game called Undertale, its really cute and fun." Looking back at the screen, you motioned your hand to move the main character, to follow the illuminated mushroom path, searching for the hidden secret. After a couple of tries, you were able to locate the village, that was covered in these adorable dog like creatures, named Temmie. "YOU FOUND IT! OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE!!" Charlie was acting like a sports commentator next to you, she was so astonished by the game, wanting to see more.

🌈Seeing how much Charlie loved the game, you motioned the computer over to her. "Want to play?" Stars were literally in her eyes, once you said that. She nodded her head up and down rapidly, filled with excitement, as she started to play the game on the computer. As the game progressed, Charlie soon learned that the story of the game is about a human, who had fallen into the place called the Underground, where monsters roam. The human ventures throughout, encountering other monsters and either befriends them or attacks them.

🌈Charlie continued to play the game, having completely forgotten about the group exercise. However, Vaggie had managed to find Charlie, reminding her that it was time to come down. Slumping her shoulders, Charlie was so into the game that she didn't want to stop playing, but you told her that you could bring your computer down and both you and her can start playing again after the group exercise, which earned you a bear hug. The group exercise session had ended, and everyone went back to doing their own thing, while both you and Charlie, sat on one of the lounge chairs, continuing the game. The interactions with the human and monster characters always made Charlie smile, especially whenever the character became friends with the human. She loved Undyne cause it reminded her so much of her girlfriend, Vaggie, and she LIVED for the relationship between Undyne and Alphys.

🌈Her number one character, out of all of them, was definitely Toriel. She loved that motherly goat monster so much, wishing she could give her a warm hug. The music was Charlie's biggest compliment about the game, she couldn't get over how catchy some of the songs were. During the other times when you weren't playing the game, since the both of you needed a break, you would hear Charlie hum the "memory" song when the main character gave an umbrella to a statue. PACIFIST was the only route she would choose, the genocide route was a path she never wanted to take in the game, which was sweet since you knew how kind and generous she was, given the fact that she started this hotel. You knew for a fact if these characters were real, she would invite them all to stay, especially Flowey

🌈The day the both of you finished the game, was the day you both cried your eyes out, at the sweet adorable ending. Charlie was so happy that the monsters could finally be free and explore the outside world, as her arms were wrapped around you, tears streaming down her face. "It was so beautiful *sob sob*, but I'm so sad it's over." You placed a reassuring arm around her, trying to provide her some comfort, until an idea came into your head. "There is another game that the creator made. Want to play that?" The tears in Charlies eyes had disappeared, as she glomped you with excitement, happy to play another game with you.

Vaggie🎀 + Legend of Zelda: Breathe of the Wild🛡

🎀Vaggie was, well, she was nice, but she kinda scared you. She always had her spear around with her, ready to strike at anyone if she deemed them a threat. It was hard for you to get close to her, so you decided it was better that way. Charlie knew about your gaming tendencies and she was nice enough to get a video game console set up in the lobby room of the hotel, for you to play with and have other join in as well.

🎀You mostly played by yourself, but sometimes Angel and Husk would join in or either watch you play. Turning on the console, you sat on the couch with the controller in hand, as the game started to load up, as the words Nintendo flashed on the screen. A cut-scene plays with the main character, Link wakes up as a voice speaks to him, urging him to wake up. You progress the story by controlling your character, climbing up certain areas, and defending yourself against monstrous creatures. You were so in tuned with the game that you didn't noticed the shifting on the seat next to you, "Having fun?" Turning your head, you realized Vaggie had sat next to you, giving you a soft smile while her once eye glanced at you and back to the screen.

🎀"Oh..yes I am. I really appreciate Charlie getting this. Tell her again I said thank you." You smiled back at Vaggie, which she responded with a nod. You felt a bit awkward, so you continued playing the game. What surprised you was that Vaggie remained next to you, watching you casually play the game. "Does she like games like this? Should I ask?" Thinking to yourself, you paused the game and turned to look back at Vaggie, asking if she was interested in playing. Not expecting you to say that, Vaggie wasn't sure how to respond. She found the visuals of the game very pleasing and like the adventurousness of it, but she didn't want to intrude on your gameplay. Motioning the controller closer to her, she gave a soft sigh, and grabbed it, giving you a thank you

🎀The gaming continued as the story progressed with Link, traveling to different areas, training hard to learn master skills, upgrade weapons, and defeat the evil creatures that roamed the kingdom. You quickly realized that Vaggie had a bit of a competitive side to her, as she continued playing. She was quick to anger when she lost to the enemies, but would jump and celebrate when she finally beat them. She enjoyed the puzzle concept in the game as well, enjoying how different they were from time to time.

🎀Charlie had checked in on the both of you, happy to see the both of you getting closer, and that Vaggie was making friends, since she knew how heated her girlfriend could get. She gave you a thumbs up and walked away, leaving the two of you to play the game. Vaggie really liked all of the characters, but her favorite was Urbosa. She was the definition of a female warrior, extremely agile and quick. To her enemies, she was feared, but to her friends, she was a kind and motherly women.

🎀Seeing how late it was getting, you both decided to call it a night, as you loaded the save file to save your progress on the game. Letting out a sigh, the both of you leaned back on the couch, feeling exhausted from the long gaming session. "Well that was fun." Vaggie looked at you with a tired smile, while she nodded her head. "Wanna play again tomorrow?" She said to you, stretching her arms up above her head. Smiling back, you said yes, happy that the both of you were coming better friends now.

Angel Dust🕷 + Baldurs Gate 3🗡

🕷Gaming was something you really enjoyed, and it was something you did whenever you had the time since you always attended Charlies exercises at the hotel. Grabbing your non-Vox tech computer, you sat on one of the lounge chairs, and began to start up your game. As your game began to load up, two sets of arms had been placed against your shoulder, causing you to jump. Turning, you saw Angel, leaning against you, smirking, holding a bottle in his other hand-as always

🕷"Whatcha up to toots? Entertaining yourself with some porn huh~" His eyebrows waggled at you - magenta eyes filled with playfulness and somewhat lust. Shaking your head no, you told Angel that you were playing a video game. Angel slumped a bit in disappointment, and turned his head away, mouth guzzling down the beer. The both of you remained in silence as you continued to battle enemies with your team as well as interact with the characters in the game.

🕷You didn't noticed, but Angel eyes were gazing hard at your computer screen. Something about the game intrigued him a bit. He remembered when he was young, him and his sister would often play on the pinball machine, so it's been a while since hes played any type of game. Turning back to look at him, Angel quickly turned his head the other way - pretending he wasn't looking at your screen. Smiling, your poked his shoulder, which made his head to turn back facing you. "Wanna play?" Angel raised his head up in thought, debating it, before he smirked, showing his gold tooth, "Why not?"

🕷The game controls were a bit confusing to him at first, but he was able to get the hang of it. You had to explain to him the concepts of an RPG game, and how you are playing as a certain character, and there is also a storyline in the game as well and your actions/decisions can affect the story and may be good or bad for your party. Angel nodded the whole time you were explaining it, as he started being introduced to each new character in the game. "You can form romantic relationships as well with certain characters too." Angel raised an eyebrow at that, clearly interested.

🕷A few hours into the game, and Angel was groaning in frustration, "Toots, why did you make me play this?! Ya got me simpin for both the sexy vampire and the badass demon!" His comment made you laugh, falling of the couch from how hard you were laughing. "I didn't make you play this, I asked and you volunteered." Angel grabbed your hand, picking you up off the floor, as the both of you continued to play the game. He seemed to sympathize with the character, Astarion, a lot, like his backstory really got to him, but he also enjoyed how flirtatiousQ2w and funny he could be

🕷Seeing how late it has gotten, the both of you decided to call it a night, signing off on the game. Angel stretched his four arms up, letting out a yawn. "This game ain't half bad." You copied him as well, yawning as the both of you got up from the couch, ready to turn in for the night. "Yeah it's a good one, wanna go at it again tomorrow?" Angel smirked, "Hell yes, I need to see more of the horny parts with the vampire." Chuckling, you shook your head at him, as the both of you headed up to your bedrooms, ready to hit the hay.

**TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2**

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[ohdeerfully]

Hii! I really like your work :3

Can you do demon alastor and his goth human girlfriend comfort scenarios? :D

hii! i hope i did some justice, i dont know much about alternative subcultures (,: i tried something new, with some bulleted headcanons and a oneshot afterwards! thank you so much for the request! <3

How to Summon an Overlord

Alastor x Goth!Reader (fluff) TW: mentions of animal death/taxidermy

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Alastor definitely appreciated the goth aesthetic

He lived in Hell, yeah, but a lot of the style there was more punk or grunge. Not that he even knew what these words meant but he could visually tell the difference

Similarly, you adored his red color scheme. You thought it complimented your black extremely well

He wasn’t particular about the music, it wasn’t quite his taste, but he didn’t mind listening as long as it was with you. He could manage to enjoy what you enjoyed

You typically conjured him into your world two or three times a week. You weren’t a busy person, but he was a busy demon

You typically spent a while before seeing him getting into a full goth getup, perfecting your white foundation and sharp eyeliner for what felt like hours 

He would assure you that it wasn’t necessary, but wasn’t overbearing about it. He knew some people just liked to get dressy

He did kind of like knowing that you were so excited to see him and show yourself off to him though

The dates you shared with him were… untraditional, to say the least

He enjoyed taking you out deep into the forest to explore and find bones and such to add to your collection at home. You were brave alone, but before meeting him never dared going as far in as you two did. There was so much you had been missing out on

He would never tell you, but when you weren’t looking he would use some of his powers–which were much weaker in the human realm than in Hell–to quickly catch and kill a small rodent if you were having no luck. He knew you’d probably get upset with him about the morality of it

Even though you’re literally dating a demon

So like. What morality

“I was a hunter in my life,” He had said when you caught him standing over the corpse of a deer. “I know how to… track them. When they’re dying.”

You loved that sinister grin of his. You never knew what was really going on behind it, but you found that and his glowing red eyes so… attractive. Oddly enough

At-home concerts were a must. As stated earlier, he wasn’t a huge fan of your taste in music, but he would never admit it. He did his best to follow in your steps and you swung your arms and sang out to your song of choice

He forced you to dance along with him to some jazz, too, of course. He left you no option for that

Baking was probably the most normal thing you two did together

He didn’t like sweets at all, but he liked shaping the dough into little themed cookies

He also loved helping you dye your hair; so much so that the second your roots started showing signs of your natural hair color he was the first to point it out

He loved being able to sit behind you and run his fingers and work the dye into every strand of hair. He didn’t care if it stained his fingers

Gifts weren’t very common from him, but you could tell that when he did get you something, a lot of thought went into it

Recently he had given you a dainty black chain with the most beautiful, glimmering blood-red ruby dangling off of it

You always asked him about what Hell was like. You asked and asked and asked, so many questions. And he was happy to talk your ear off in return

Part of him wanted to convince you to choose a sinner’s path, to join in him Hell. Honestly, he had a feeling you would if he simply asked. You seemed genuinely devoted to him

But, at the same time, the other part of him did care about you in a way that didn’t want to see you stuck in that place. Even with him

That was something he’d think about later

You were always so upset when it was time to exorcise him back to Hell. Harsh words, but it was just technicality

You clung onto his fingers for longer than you needed to. You knew he’d be back in a few days, but you had begun to feel increasingly lonely in the time between his visits

He would give you an affirming squeeze on the shoulder, and rest his chin against the top of your head for a moment before you performed the ritual

He kept in contact with you through the haunted radio you met him through, of course, a daily meeting that had become routine

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You loved antique shopping. 

Especially when you end up with your own little haunted radio.

Especially when that radio had the smoothest voice, with the most peculiar and out of date accent. It was charming. And, it knew your name.

You sighed as you stroked your fingers down your cat’s back, smiling softly as it arched into your touch. Your legs were crossed in front of you, sporting a comfortable and fuzzy skull-patterned pair of pajamas. Your eyes kept flicking expectantly to that old radio, and you were growing impatient. You hadn’t heard from the demon haunting it all day, and you were growing lonely.

It felt incredibly surreal and peculiar, feeling ghosted by a literal ghost. Or demon. Or monster. Or whatever it was.

You weren’t really a lonely person, preferring to stay inside–enjoying the comfort of your cat and a good song or show as you practiced tattoo flashes on the kit you bought yourself as a birthday present. But you had grown fond of that voice, as strange as it may seem. And you believed he had grown fond of you as well, what with the pet names he had begun referring to you as.

A crackle of that radio made you jump to your feet, which startled your cat. You quickly ducked down to apologize and rub behind his ears before scampering over to the coffee table and crossing your legs as you sat in front of it. You couldn’t help the smile that beamed across your face.

“Little bat,” The voice practically sang. You rested your head on your hands, careful to avoid a fresh piercing you had given yourself earlier in the day. “Sorry, I’ve been quite busy with my duties down here.”

You sighed, a childish grin playing across your face. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me. After all that work I did repairing you.”

“Darling, I would sooner redeem myself in heaven than forget about you.” Your brow quirked at his statement.

“Isn’t heaven like… all sun and happiness and grandeur.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You let the conversation end there. You couldn’t get over that voice of his. Maybe it was the combination of the accent and the filter of the radio over it, but you just knew this demon had to be a handsome one. Though, you had considered the idea of him being some sort of terrifying, eldritch horror. You could probably get behind it, honestly.

You purse your lips in thought, fantasizing about seeing the owner of the voice.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” You asked him. A few seconds passed by.

“How incredibly rude of me!” He announced, and he sounded genuinely upset with himself. “I forgot my manners, I truly never expected this radio to be touched again. I’m Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” You laughed a bit, playing along with the formality. You reached forward and brushed a settlement of dust near the base of the mesh cover. 

“Hey,” You said slowly. You continued after he responded with a hum of curiosity. “I have a bunch’a books on like… summoning demons. And stuff. Do you know if…” You trailed, hoping that he was catching the idea.

He did catch on, and you heard an amused chuckle. 

“I’ve never thought about it,” Alastor admitted. “I’ve been too busy down here to really care about visiting the human world.” Even through the filter of static, you could tell his curiosity was piqued. And you were suddenly very, very excited.

“Stay here,” You jumped up without a second thought and scampered into your room. You had a cabinet full of small antiques and trinkets, from cute bunny figures to reptile skulls. You gingerly opened a lower drawer, careful not to knock anything over, and rummaged through an old storage of books you didn’t often touch.

While you were in your room, you quickly swiped on basic makeup. There was no way you had time to do a full face, you felt that you were risking it already even putting a little bit on. You teased your hair and threw on a simple outfit, layering some jewelry over it. If you were going to summon a whole-ass demon in your house, you wanted to at least look hot. Obviously.

You hurried out back into your living room. You felt a little nervous as you neared the radio, which had gone quiet. Usually, when Alastor was connected, there was a garble of frequency that announced his presence.

You skimmed your fingers across the mesh and, nearly instantly, he was back. You wondered if he felt any physical connection to the thing. You decided to ask him about it later. You gently picked up the radio and traveled into your basement.

It was the perfect ambience for this type of thing. A bit dreary, empty, cold… You really only used the basement for storage, so the air was thick with dust and stagnant oxygen.

“Okay. I got a couple books on different ways I could go about this. I should have all the candles and salt and stuff…” You flipped through the pages, muttering as you set out different books on methods of evocation that seemed interesting around you, your legs crossed comfortably.

He hadn’t said much since you mentioned summoning him to your realm. You began to wonder if this was a good idea. Were you jumping the gun? Was he actually as interested in you as you were in him? Did he want to see you?

You suppose he noticed the long pause in your mumbling, because he finally spoke. 

“Find anything, (Y/N)?” You smiled at his question. You took that as a good enough sign that he was interested.

“I found some… I just hope one of them works.” Alastor simply hummed in response.

You carefully drew a symbol on the concrete floor, hand dripping with white paint. Your arm was pressed against your chest to keep your stack of necklaces from dragging along the ground you kneeled down on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and the book, trying to make it as perfect as possible.

Alastor hummed a little tune as you laid out the necessary candles. A few white ones dotted the formed circle, for “purification and spiritual protection” the book said. You figured it wouldn’t hurt, just in case Alastor did end up being some hideous monster. You crossed your fingers.

“Okay…” You said slowly, standing up to examine your work. You bent over to pick up the book you followed. You also carefully placed Alastor’s radio in the center of the symbol you drew. “Get ready.”

You read over the words a few times before trying out the chant. 

You must’ve done it just right, because as soon as the words began tumbling from your mouth, a wind manifested and twirled around the circle you had created. Amazingly, the candles remained lit.

The lace on your clothes billowed in the wind, and your hair blew into your eyes. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to stay focused and kept your eyes on the paragraph. You could see that radio slightly glowing out of your peripheral.

A flash of light concluded the chant, and your eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected shine. You had thrown your arm over your head, and carefully began to peek under your elbow as the wind settled.

The candles, save for the white ones, had all gone out and the room smelled heavily of the smoke that curled from the extinguished wicks. And, in the center of the circle, the radio was gone.

And a demon sat in its place.

He was sitting, arms catching himself on the ground and a puzzled look on his face. The transition between realms obviously wasn’t the smoothest ride, but he quickly gained composure and stood up, brushing off his clothes.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. How he loomed over you, even from a couple feet away. The next was those piercing, dangerous red eyes of his as he made eye contact with you. And then his lips curled up in a wide, yellow grin.

“A pleasure to finally meet you in person, little bat, quite a pleasure,” He said with a dramatic bow. You were too stunned to speak, simply looking up at him with your mouth agape.

You realized that radio filter over his voice wasn’t exclusive to the radio itself, because his voice cracked with it as he spoke to you. You swallowed your intimidation and stepped towards him. He wasn’t a disgusting tentacle monster, which was awesome. He was actually… incredibly handsome. Lucky you.

“It’s… so good to finally meet you, too,” you said. You reached a hand out towards him. His eyes followed your movement carefully, smile twitching and eyebrows narrowing as he considered your hand.

Your hand was stopped at the edge of the circle he had been summoned in. Some invisible barrier prevented you from getting any closer. You both looked down at your hand, and then back up at each other.

You laughed, breathlessly and nervously. After all that work, you couldn’t even get any closer to him.

“Those candles, (Y/N),” Alastor explained with a teasing grin. You looked down at the white candles that still had their flame. You cursed yourself briefly.

“I was, uh, a little nervous. That’d you’d be, like, you know…”

“A hideous, slimy monster?”

“Yeah.”

Alastor laughed down at you. “My dear…” His voice was suddenly incredibly menacing,  the scratching of his radio-like ambience becoming more aggressive. You felt a cold sweat run down your spine. As fast as the tone changed, though, it was normal again. His voice was light with humor once again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

You stooped down towards a candle to snuff it, but a quick rap from the demon’s cane halted you. You slowly craned your head up to look at him.

“You wouldn’t want to upset the delicate balance of a seance, my bat,” He said smoothly. “You can fix it next time. I should be going, I wasn’t expecting this… I have some things to do back in Hell.”

Next time, you thought, a tight feeling in your chest. You were incredibly excited at that idea, and it helped you not feel so bad about the short visit from Alastor. You nodded at him before turning around and fishing through the book for a banishment spell.

“I’ll… see you later then,” You said after finding the page. You pressed your hand against the invisible barrier again, to which he followed and pressed his own on the opposite side. You examined those long fingers of his. He smiled down at you. His expression was strange and unreadable.

“Until next time.”

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late night talking ✤ s. winchester

summary: neither you nor sam are tired, so you guys stay up and talk; [a part of season of the witch verse!]

pairings: established! sam winchester x witch! reader, sam winchester x gn afab! reader

word count: 3.4K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, whole bunch of fluff, mentions of dead parents, a little bit of angst, reader is given nickname 'jinx', kinda edited, the title is inspired by the song by harry styles

a/n: ahh first fic for season of the witch verse! im legit so excited for this little universe and so i hope you guys enjoy it! also this was inspired by a really old fic i had written a long time ago :)

enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog! your feedback fuels me <3

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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You could feel the cold creep into the bunker as the leaves on the trees surrounding the bunker turned red and orange as they fell from the branches. You were practically jumping for joy as you got to indulge in the cooler temperatures, being able to wear warmer clothing, enjoying hot drinks, visiting pumpkin patches, and adoring the warm spices and scents that the autumn season brought for the coming months before the harshness of the winter weather Kansas had. 

You and Sam came back from a day filled with fall festivities. You guys went apple picking in the morning before you went to the local farmers market that the town would have bi-weekly and walked around for a while, holding hands as the two of you strolled down the stalls of the local business owners selling their products.  Some food trucks were set up around the perimeter of the market, and one of them was selling hot cider and other warm drinks; despite your protests of you paying for the drinks, Sam had ended up paying for the hot ciders you ordered for the both of you with a cheeky grin. 

The farmers market was hosted at the nearby park, so the two of you sat down on a bench and people-watched while you guys sipped on the hot ciders that warmed your insides while you drank it. Before you knew it, it was late afternoon, nearing evening, so the two of you decided to pick up some dinner. You went to the cozy diner in town, and once the two of you were done, you picked up some food and pie for Dean before heading back to the bunker. 

Dean thanked you with a grin when he looked inside the bag of food you had given him and retreated into the “Dean Cave,” where you believe he spent most of his day just watching Netflix.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself before heading to your room to get ready for bed. 

It wasn’t late when you and Sam got back home. But the chilly October air lingered and had settled in your skin, so you quickly gathered your pajamas, which consisted of a gray woolen sweater (that definitely was yours and not stolen from Sam), black sweats, and some fuzzy socks that you had bought as soon the weather started to cool down because you learned the hard way that the tiled floor of the bunker was not kind to bare feet in the colder months. You took a hot shower before changing into your pajamas and made your way into your shared room with Sam. 

You leaned on the doorway of the room and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face when you saw Sam already in bed and sitting against the headboard, reading the book he kept on his nightstand. He didn’t seem to notice you yet, Sam being wholly enraptured in the tale he was pulled into. You didn’t dare disturb him, so you took the time to admire him from your spot in the doorway. 

Sam was wearing a simple black long-sleeve shirt, but you could see the initials of your name that you had embroidered on the left cuff of the sleeve. Your smile grew when you realized he was wearing the shirt (among many other shirts and pants) that you embroidered your initials on for his birthday. At first, he hadn’t noticed them until Dean pointed them out one day when one of them accidentally got mixed up in his laundry. You remembered how flustered he got when he asked you about it, but he still wore the garments that you had given him. 

Your eyes trailed down to see what he was wearing for pants, but his legs were covered by the duvet. You could imagine that he was either wearing a thin pair of sweats or just his boxers and socks since he was the living embodiment of a furnace.  Your gaze flicked back up when you saw Sam absent-mindedly tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. That was when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, and your eyes met his. 

Sam smiled at you, saved the page he was on with a bookmark, and closed his book. “Hey.” He said softly. 

“Hi.” You kicked off of the doorway and made your way to the bed. Sam set his book on the nightstand and held his hand out for you to take. 

“Such a gentleman, Sammy.” You couldn’t help but gently tease him as you took his warm hand. 

Sam chuckled as he shook his head. “Only for you honey.” His hand guided you as you climbed on the bed and sat in his lap. Sam let go of your hand to rest his on your thighs as your palms settled on his broad shoulders. 

“Have fun today?” He asked as his hands slid up from your legs and to your waist. He snuck underneath your (his) sweater to rub at your skin soothingly. 

You nodded. “Very. Feels like it’s been ages since we had a proper date without Dean involved.” 

As much as you love Dean, you’re sure that he was sick of third wheeling with you and his brother since monsters decided that it was primetime to cause murder and mayhem. So you were dragged all over the country for the past couple of weeks helping the boys research and kill monsters. It was only until the last hunt that involved some ghouls that the three of you made it back to the bunker, and it seemed that the monster activity had quieted. That was a little over a week ago, and trouble with the supernatural seemed to die down, so the two of you decided to have an impromptu date today after recuperating in the bunker for the past couple of days. 

Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s happy that he didn’t have to see us ‘canoodling.’” 

“But you have to admit that it’s funny to annoy him by acting like an obnoxious couple.” 

Sam pursed his lips, but you could tell he was trying to hold back a smile, the twitch of his lips becoming more evident. “It’s a little funny.” 

You shot him a cocky grin. “Told you.”

“Whatever.” Sam rolled his eyes at you, but a smile broke on his face. 

“Your words are telling one thing, but your face is telling me another Winchester.” You said as you poked one of his dimples when he smiled. 

You let out a giggle when he tried to swat your hand away from his face and missed it. 

“Why do you always do that?” 

You shrugged. “Because I want to. And I love your dimples.” 

Sam would never admit it, but a slight blush formed on his face at your admission. Sam wasn’t used to the amount of affection in his relationships. He ducked his head down slightly, making some of his hair fall in his face. Before he could tuck the wayward strands behind his ear, you beat him to it. You brushed the hair back and rested your hand on his cheek, feeling the slight prickle of the stubble beginning to grow against your palm. 

You sent him a soft smile before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. You could feel him smile into the kiss before slowly moving his lips against yours. Sam’s lips were soft and warm as the two of you shared a sweet kiss. The two of you pulled away gently, not straying too far, having rested your forehead against his. You and Sam were in your own bubble, content with sitting in silence as you took solace in each other’s presence.

After a few moments, you gave Sam a quick peck on the lips before you moved off of Sam and towards your side of the bed. He let go of you, letting you get settled under the covers, before pulling you towards him, Sam tucking you into his side. Your head was lying on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and your arm was strewn across his chest while your legs tangled with his. 

Both of you let out satisfied sighs as you settled in each other’s embrace. You let Sam’s scent engulf you, and you nuzzled your head further into his chest. You could feel his hand resting on your arm and drawing random shapes on top of the sweater, trailing up and down as the two of you lay in bed together. 

“You know, my mom would have liked you.” Your voice felt deafening in the nearly silent room. 

You felt Sam’s hand stop on your arm, probably out of surprise that you brought her up. You didn’t talk about your mom, or your parents for that matter, often. 

“Really?” His voice was low, but you could hear the lingering curiosity in it. 

You shifted in Sam’s arms, propping your chin on his chest and looking up at Sam. You were immediately captured in Sam’s hazel gaze. They were a mix of emeralds and gold swimming together in the warm lighting provided by the lamp on Sam’s nightstand. 

You felt the corner of your lip twitch as you nodded at Sam. “Yeah, she was really picky with the partners I would bring home. She liked maybe two out of the ones she had officially met.”

“How many people did you bring home?” Sam’s brows furrowed, causing the tell-tale crease in between them when he got curious and asked questions. 

“Around five.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “Around five?” He parroted your words with a questioning tone, but a half-smile was on his face. You felt his hand on your back and traced up and down your spine. 

You huffed at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Sorry, she met five of my partners.” You rolled your eyes at him. “But, you would have been the sixth.” you murmured. 

His smile dimmed, Sam’s hand stilling on your back. “What would she have said to you if she met me?” 

You smiled at the thought of your mother and Sam meeting. “Well, she would have immediately commented on the fact that you’re too attractive for your own good.”

Sam rolled his eyes at you. “Right.” 

“I’m not joking!” You couldn’t help but laugh and sit up. “My mom was an honest woman, and she let people know what she thought.” Sam’s arm was wrapped around your waist as he looked up at you from his position, lying against his pillow. 

“Mhm, okay. What else would she have said?” 

You could tell that Sam didn’t exactly believe you, but you moved on. “She’d be able to see that you’re adorable, considerate, intelligent, and empathetic. Mom had this thing where she could tell if you had good intentions or not by a gut feeling.”

“Did you inherit this from your mom?” 

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Maybe? It doesn’t work sometimes.” You thought back to your previous partners you had before dating Sam. 

“Well, let’s speculate. What do you think she’d think I’d have?” Sam sat up and rested his back against the headboard.

You purse your lips in thought before responding. “Mom would have said that you have only the best intentions when it comes to dating me.” 

Sam’s face softened. “I do.” 

“I know. That was the only time that it seemed to work for me.” You paused before the gentle smile that was on your face turned into a smirk. “But you would have lost brownie points by being a hunter.” 

“Yeah, can’t blame her.” Sam couldn’t help but agree with that notion, and he shook his head, chuckling. You let out a light laugh alongside his chuckling. You leaned back and tucked yourself underneath Sam’s arm. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

There was a lull of silence that settled between the two of you. 

Sam leaned over and kissed the side of your head before laying his head against yours. “Tired yet?” He murmured. 

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. “Not yet.” You answered back just as quietly. 

“Have any stories about your mom? I know you don’t talk about her often, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” 

You shook your head as you reached over and grabbed Sam’s free hand. “It’s fine, I have plenty of stories about her.” You swallowed thickly. It had been years since she had died, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t hard to talk about her. 

“But, I remember when we had moved to California for a couple of months after Dad died, and she was able to rent out a beach house for the summer.” You smiled fondly as you began to remember your summer that year. 

“She refused to tell me how she was able to get a beach house, but we spent practically everyday outside and enjoying the ocean. Mom was even able to get us surfing lessons for the summer.” 

“Were you any good at it?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah, I got pretty good at it after a couple of lessons. But she was terrible at it.” You laughed, your mind flicking through all of the times your mom fell when trying to stand up on the surfboard when trying to ride a wave. 

“You would think a seasoned hunter like her would have great balance, but I guess it didn’t translate to the water.” You smirked sadly. 

Sam laughed lightly at your words, squeezing your hand that was in his. “That sounded like a lot of fun.” 

“Mhm, it was.” You sighed. “She was the best.” 

“She sounded like a wonderful woman. I wish I could have met her.” 

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked up at Sam to find that his gaze was already on you. “So do I.” You murmured. 

Sam sent you a sad smile before leaving a small kiss on your forehead. He shifted down on the bed, pulling you down with him, returning to the previous position that the two of you were in earlier. 

You felt the warmth emanating from Sam’s chest as your cheek rested against it. You hadn’t let go of his hand as the two of you went back to lying on your bed, which rested on his stomach. You could practically hear the questions rattling around Sam’s brain as his fingers traced circles on your back. His ministrations were soothing and slowly lulled you to sleep. Your eyes eventually fell closed as your breathing began to even out. 

“Do you ever think we’ll have a life outside of hunting?” Sam’s question was hushed, but it caught your attention as your eyes snapped open, and you took in a harsh breath as you thought about your words.

“Is that something you want?” You looked up at him to see him looking up at the ceiling, his face pensive. 

Sam frowned slightly as he gave you a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve tried so many times, but hunting always seems to pull me back in.” Sam looked down at you with somber eyes, his once hazel eyes looking stormy and gray, his brain becoming a frenzy of thoughts filled with doubt and regret. 

“Stop.” You untangled your hand from his and took his chin in between your index and thumb. “I know what you’re thinking, and no it’s not your fault. I chose to come back into this life.”

Sam’s frown deepened. You knew that he blamed himself for pulling you into his world of crazy and despair. You huffed at him before getting out of his grip and straddling his lap once more. You grabbed his face and stared deep into his eyes. 

“You better listen closely Sam, because I’m only going to say this once. It is not your fault that I’m here and hunting. Yes, I was living a normal life, but let’s face it, being a witch doesn’t allow normalcy. I was going to get dragged back into the world of the supernatural one way or another.” You let one of your hands fall from his cheek to rest on his heart.  “It just so happened that you are a part of this world that had pulled me back in.” 

“But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re stuck with me, Winchester, got it?” You sent him a toothy smile as you felt his heartbeat against your palm. 

Sam couldn’t help but also smile at the sight of yours. “Understood.”

“Good. And to answer your question. I’m on the side of optimism here, so I like to think that we will.” 

“Really?” Sam’s tone was filled with intrigue. It wasn’t every day that he saw you be optimistic, knowing that you had a realistic outlook on life. 

You nodded. “Mhm. I’m not a divination witch but, I have this feeling that there’s a light at the end of this tunnel and the two of us and Dean are going to get our happy endings. We just have to wait and see what happens.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You think so?” 

“Call it a really intense gut feeling.” 

“So it’s a maybe.” Sam said sassily. 

You slapped Sam’s chest in retaliation as he chuckled. “Shut up, who’s the witch here?” 

“Hey, I was the one who had visions.” 

“Did you see that far into the future? Besides, where are those powers now?” You raised an eyebrow at Sam. 

Sam’s lips thinned before pressing them together. You smiled at him as he tried to think of a response, but you both knew that you had gotten him. 

“That’s what I thought.” You sent him a smug smile before pinching his cheek with the hand that was still resting on his face. 

Sam scowled at you before it turned into a mischievous smile. Before you knew it, Sam had flipped you on your back. You landed on the mattress with a sharp yelp leaving your lips as Sam hovered over you. You recognized the glint that was in his eyes, and before you could stop Sam, he started to tickle your sides, poking and prodding at them. You erupted into giggles as you tried to escape his hands. You were pushing at his hands as your legs flailed behind Sam’s giant form straddling you. 

Sam only stopped when you yelled out ‘Uncle’ and had the smuggest smile on his face as he pulled his hands away. 

“I hate you.” You breathed out, your chest heaving as you calmed down from getting attacked by Sam’s hands. 

“No you don’t.” Sam had moved to hover over you, now resting his forehead against yours. 

“Yeah, I do.” 

Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re impossible.” 

“Me, impossible? Never.” You couldn’t help teasing as you bit your bottom lip and looked at Sam. 

Sam’s lips were brushing against yours as he spoke. “Right.” He drawled out in a low voice, and you could feel yourself melting at the sound of the deep timbre of his voice. 

Before you could make another snarky remark, Sam pressed his lips on yours in a languid kiss. Your hands flew to his shoulders and slid up to rest on the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue swipe at the seam of your lips, and you all but let the taste of him flood your senses. You could faintly taste the mint of his toothpaste, but it was all purely Sam. He kept the kiss slow, but it was filled with passion as he licked at your mouth and how your tongues intertwined with one another. But you could vaguely feel your lungs start to burn at the lack of oxygen they were getting, so you pulled away from Sam. 

You didn’t stray far, letting him rest his forehead against his as the both of you caught your breath. There were mirrored smiles on either of your faces. They were filled with content and love as you gazed at each other. 

“I love you Jinx.” Sam whispered. 

“I love you, my heart.” You whispered back at him. 

Sam left a lingering kiss on your lips before moving off of you, and the two of you settled back into each other’s arms. Sam’s arms were wrapped around your shoulder and waist as your face was squished against his warm chest, letting your legs intertwine with each other once more, the two of you fitting together like two pieces of an unsolved puzzle. The two of you eventually drifted off, dreaming of each other and the future that awaited you and Sam. 

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

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80's themed Honkai Star Rail!

A/N: Let me cook! Let me cook! These prompts will be made into yandere fics, if you guys enjoy it, the smut will come eventually.. If you folks dig it! Just be patient and let me cook! I haven't ever posted actual fics or series so my work isn't the best but I still hope you bunch enjoy it nonetheless! Feel free to correct me or tell me if it's OOC! I am always open to improving! English was not my first language.

My ask box is open for ideas and thirsts! Maybe an 80s slasher theme next? A serial killer is on the loose! Who could be behind the mass disappearances!

Neighbourhood dilfy uncle Gallagher, who is friends with your parents... This prompt would also work so well with Jingyuan! Your parents just trust their friends so much, don't they?

Welt being that hot librarian with a mature charm. You can't help but gaze at his veiny and calloused hands, holding that book, and scrutinizing everything about the contents of the book.

Sneaking out at night to skate around with Caelus and Luka!

Dan Heng who is part of a band, as a bassist. Walking around everywhere with his headphones on. Talking about music with him, and him sharing all his favourite songs with you by giving you a custom made cassette! (Though it was probably pirated)

Going to a cassette store and befriending Dan Heng gives you butterflies. The usually cold and hard-to-approach Dan Heng was now your friend!

Gepard being the local heartthrob, he is such a sweet man, always helping his neighbours with carrying their groceries to their house. Funnily enough, this man is also really clumsy. Your mom asked for his help in changing a light bulb, only for him to fall over from the ladder, luckily he didn't get any major injuries from it.

More about Gepard, he is part of the baseball club! His broad figure and precise aim makes him perfect for it! Just about everyone has a crush on this brawny oaf! He is such a himbo. He can definitely do no harm!

Rock star Blade/Yingxing! It just makes so much sense! Especially if his band is punk, definitely an alternative band for sure, even if it's not punk. Just cheering for him with all your heart, and seeing him throw a wink your way.. Orz "Meet me behind stage." He mouthed to you. The cold arrogant star took a liking to you! Now this is exciting!

Ah yes, Sunday. The epitome of a perfect man. A role model for everyone in school. (Probably a preppy private school) His drive to keep things in order is commendable. All of his perfect execution as a school president isn't limited to the school. He also most definitely goes to church and organizes youth events, leading the choir, you name it!

However, under that flawless persona. Sunday is probably hiding some deep dark secrets. Who knows what that man is thinking.(It's giving... cult leader!)

Playing videogames with Caelus! Who has been your trusty neighbour for years! Your first encounter was him digging into piles of junk, you were really weirded out at first, and probably refused to play with him. But with enough nagging from your mom, you slowly warmed up to the idea of being friends with that weird silly neighbour of yours. From that point on, you guys started to play videogames together! Caelus has started to change over time, he seems to not be able to focus on videogames anymore.. His face oddly becomes red when he catches you gazing at his face. Without your knowledge, someone's love has started to bud and bloom. (He wants you so bad! You might regret befriending this weird kid!)

Himeko is the absolute hot aunt! The resident MILF! Every time she talks with your mom, you can't help but stare at how beautiful she is. She can't help but tease you about how adorable you look with that flushed face of yours. Your mother trusts her with all her heart. I'm sure she wouldn't do anything twisted.

Argenti, an art student. His vision of what beauty is is directly painted onto the canvas. He is incredibly passionate about his vision. A beautiful birth, a beautiful life, a beautiful end to life. He may seem a bit eccentric at times, but he means well... Right? (He is probably a cult member... Not Sunday's though. He is a follower of the path of beauty!)

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Taking Care of Drunk!Skz

Genre: fluff, established relationships

Paring: Ot8 x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warning: members are drunk, lots of pet names, some kisses, Lee Know is a bit unhinged, mention of period in Hyunjin’s, Felix gets slightly suggestive, Seungmin makes an innuendo, I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything

Summary: You weren’t able to go out with him that night, but good thing because when he gets home, it’s up to you to take care of him.

A/N: I kept going back and forth about whether I liked this since it’s a bit all over the place. I probably could’ve made the scenarios a bit more diverse to play around with it more but I hope they’re still interesting lmao it was fun writing for each of their personalities

Chan: {word count: 0.8k}

It was well into one in the morning when Chan finally came home stumbling in the apartment. You knew that he had been out drinking with the members in an impromptu celebration when they discovered their latest song reached their streaming goal. He had invited you to come once sober and again when drunk, but after the week you had, you were not really in a state to go out drinking. Chan was completely understanding, and he even expressed that part of him just wanted to come home to you. But this was important to his members, and him as well, so he decided a couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt.

When you heard the keys rattle behind the door and your boyfriend giggling as he entered the apartment, you instantly perked up from your spot on the couch. You threw aside the blanket that you had been relaxing under and went to greet him, “Channie, you’re finally home!”

“Hiiiiii, baby,” He was smiling so wide that both of his dimples were present. He definitely had more than a few drinks. He immediately took you into his arms, and he even lifted you a little as he hugged you tightly making you let out a small shriek in surprise. His head remained buried in the crook of your neck even after your feet had securely met the ground, and he breathed in deeply, “mmm, you smell good.”

You giggled at the feeling of his nose pressed into your neck, and your boyfriend who was leaning most of his weight on you now. “Baby, you’re going to knock us both over.”

He mumbled a sorry and finally pulled away from your neck to look into your eyes again, and the smile and dimples never left his face. Despite his bright smile, you could tell he was tired from the way his eyes were glazed over, and he confirmed your suspicions by using his hand to stifle a yawn.

“Let’s get you ready for bed,” you caressed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“Please, been thinking about holding you close all day,” he quietly admitted, still resting against your hand with his eyes closed.

You took his hand and led him into your bedroom before guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. You started trying to peel off his shirt to get him into his pajamas when he giggled and gently pushed your hands away, “nooo, you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Channie, I’m just trying to help you,” you spoke softly while taking his hands in yours. You rubbed gentle circles with your thumbs on the back of his hands.

He looked up at you with adoration though his eyelids hung heavy. “You really don’t have to,” his voice was deeper now laced with drowsiness.

“But I want to take care of you,” you brought one of his hands up to your lips and pressed a chaste kiss there. Tiny giggles escaped from your boyfriend at your actions, and he pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you close to him. You played with his soft curls as he snuggled up to you, “let me take care of you.”

When Chan finally released you, he let you strip him of his clothes and replace them with his pajamas. He usually didn’t wear anything to bed, but you wanted him to be nothing but cozy tonight. Throughout this process, Chan had a sheepish smile with a light blush dusting his cheeks. He was enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, but he still had a hard time getting used to being the one who was getting cared for.

You couldn’t help but lean in and kiss your sweet boyfriend on the forehead which in turn caused some more giggles from him. You made Chan drink some water to ensure he was hydrated, and by this point, you could tell he was making a great effort to keep his eyes open. “Hey baby, we have to take off your makeup,” you said, still using a gentle tone while putting some makeup remover on a cotton pad.

He just nodded and took the cotton pad to hold it for you while you went to put the makeup remover back in the bathroom. When you returned to your boyfriend sitting on the bed, he was lazily wiping around his eyes in an attempt to do it himself; however, he was just managing to smear it more down his cheeks. You tilted your head at him in a sympathetic look and held out your hand to take it from him. He huffed defeated before handing it over, and you gently wiped away the remaining makeup.

“Can we sleep now?” Chan asked softly while stifling a bigger yawn than before in his elbow.

“Mhm, come on baby,” he happily crawled in the bed and pulled you into the spot beside him where you belonged. One of his arms was resting under your head, and with the other he pulled your back flush against his warm chest. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, and you could feel him smiling against your skin. “Goodnight, Chan.” You whispered once you were both settled against each other.

“Goodnight, my love.”

Lee Know: {word count: 0.9k}

The club really was not your scene, which was why Minho wasn’t upset that you had opted to stay home. It wasn’t really his scene either, but he had made a deal with Chan that if he went to the club with them then Chan would make another song with a sexy vibe for Minho to choreograph. He decided he would stay a couple hours, have some drinks to make the experience more bearable, and then go home to you. The members seemed to have different ideas about what “a few drinks” meant after getting 6 rounds of shots on top of their personal drinks.

When Minho finally made it home, you could tell he was feeling it from the way he was swaying and the slight smirk present on his lips. You went to greet him at the door, and he was quick to scoop you up into a hug. “Hi, kitten,” he purred in your ear.

“Hi, did you have fun?” You giggled, knowing he tends to show a whole new side after drinking.

The question seemed to trigger something in his memory because as soon as it registered, he gasped while stepping away from you. “Oh my god, Y/n! Watch this!” He put his hands on his hips and started dancing by moving them in circles.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You choked on your laughter as you watched him continue on with his dance.

He looked over his shoulder and winked at you, “What does it look like? I’m dancing, obviously.”

“You didn’t dance enough at the club?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. You shouldn’t be surprised by his stamina, but it was already approaching the very early hours of the next day.

“Yeah, but you weren’t there to see. So it doesn’t count.” He walked back over to you, and spun you around once before swaying with you in a dance.

“Min, there’s not even any music to dance to.” Your boyfriend just shrugged and continued dancing with you.

“Oh, watch this!” He once again stepped away from your arms to perform, but this time he got on the floor and spun around in a break dance type way. “Bet you can’t do this!”

This time you couldn’t hold back your laughter. Minho could break dance, but he was just spinning on the ground while holding his knees. “No, no I can’t do that, baby,” you conceded in between giggles. “Aren’t you tired?”

Minho stopped spinning, and he looked at you while pouting, “I just got here, and you already want to go to bed? I wanted to spend some time together first.”

You helped him off the floor, and you placed a comforting hand on the back of his neck. “It’s so late though. Why don’t we just cuddle in bed and spend time together tomorrow?”

“But I’m not even tired,” Minho whined while tossing his head to the side dramatically.

You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend’s child-like antics while reaching out the hand that had been resting on his neck to coax him, “come on, Min. Please?”

“No!” He dodged your hand and raced to the living room and around to the other side of the couch to put space in between you, challenging you to come and get him.

You sighed and were about to play into his little game when you felt something brush against your legs. You looked down to see Doongie gazing up at you happily awaiting pets, so you bent down to scratch behind his ears. He let out an appreciative meow when you were reminded of your drunk boyfriend you were trying to take care of. You were struck with an idea: the best way to deal with cats was to let them come to you.

You felt Minho’s gaze on you, who was ready to flee again, but you ignored him and sat on the couch instead. You acted completely uninterested as you pulled out your phone, and mindlessly scrolled through some form of social media. Soon enough, your boyfriend joined you with his head in your lap and his feet curled up on the couch. You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair, and his eyes were closed feeling completely relaxed.

“Min?” He hummed to acknowledge you. “I’m going to bed.”

At this he opened his eyes and peered up at you with furrowed brows, “I’m coming with you.” He said determinedly.

You smiled before getting up, “you should drink some water first, baby.”

He got up after you and hugged you from behind. Now that he let himself rest, he was becoming more and more drowsy by the second. “What���s in it for me?”

“You won’t feel so bad in the morning.”

He scoffed, “and?”

“I’ll give you as many kisses as you want?” You added hoping to give your boyfriend more incentive.

“Deal.” He accepted immediately and dragged himself into the kitchen with you where you were fixing him a glass of water.

He leaned in, and instead of taking the glass that you were offering him, he quickly kissed you.

“I’ll be collecting starting now,” he tried to lean in to kiss you again, but his lips were met with your hand as you stopped him.

“No, you’re going to drink the water first.”

He rolled his eyes, and his body slouched as he let out a pronounced “ugh”. He took the glass of water, and quickly chugged before wiping at his mouth with his sleeve. He set it down on the counter before wrapping his arms around your hips, “now can I start collecting?”

“How about-“ he didn’t waste any time leaning in to capture your lips in a long kiss. “We,” another kiss “go” and another “to bed.” You finally finished what you were trying to say through Minho’s kisses. “We can continue in the morning.”

Changbin: {word count: 0.8k}

Changbin absolutely loved the nightlife. Almost as much as he loved taking you out with him. Seeing you look completely stunning, and you paying attention to nobody but him made him feel like the luckiest man alive. He was a little sad that tonight you wouldn’t be able to join him, but he had the members to have fun with. It wasn’t the same, but it was a rare moment he got with all of his members; therefore, he wanted to make the most of it by dancing and drinking to his heart’s content.

You were also a little sad that you wouldn’t be able to go out with Changbin, but your work decided to follow you home that particular Friday night. Instead, you decided to stay up to wait for your more than likely drunk boyfriend. He didn’t drink often, so you were glad he was getting this night to let loose even if it wasn’t with you. Right when you thought that you wouldn’t be able to stay up any longer, you heard Changbin calling for you.

“Y/nnnnn!” He had spotted you laying on the couch, and he quickly made his way over to you. You noticed his cheeks were flushed from where he had been drinking as he decided to just lay on top of you and engulfed your body in his. “I missed youuuu.”

You were enjoying his warmth like a cozy blanket as you softly stroked his back. You could feel his strong muscles through the dark dress shirt he was wearing that was pulled taut from his arms being wrapped around your body. You were intoxicated by his scent, and the sight of the bulging muscles of his arms when he spoke up again, “did you miss meeee?” His chin was resting on your chest where he could look into your eyes.

“Of course, I did.” You reassured him softly, still stroking his back. “How could I not miss my favorite, bun?”

You could feel him relax even further at your words, and a warm smile unfurled across his face. The pink tint of his cheeks darkened even more as he blushed, and you could see it creep up to his ears. You kissed the top of his head at the endearing sight of your flustered boyfriend. His dark curls were falling over his eyes as he gazed up at you with tired sparkling eyes. You reached up and tried to brush them away, but they just fell right back into place.

“You’re so handsome, you know that?” You told him softly, his bottom lip poked out a little in a pout as he was listening intently. “My beautiful boy.” You dipped your head to softly kiss his cheek. You started to slowly pull away, but he chased after you and kissed your cheek this time. You could feel the heat of his cheeks radiating against your skin from him being so close.

When you looked down at him this time, you could see the smile reaching his unfocused eyes before he rested his head against your chest. He closed his eyes and delighted in the feeling of you in his arms. “Are you tired, bun?”

“Mhmmm,” he answered and lightly nodded his head.

“Why don’t we go to bed?”

“But I’m comfy right here,” he sleepily mumbled.

“The bed would be more comfy than me.” You laughed softly.

“Impossible.”

“Come on, Binnie. You need some water too.”

He whined as you attempted to push him to get up, but he eventually found the strength to get up from your warm spot. He stretched his arms over his head which once again showed off his muscles, and he smirked when he caught your eyes wandering up to them. He followed you into the kitchen, and you watched to make sure that he drank his glass of water. Then, you took his hand and guided him to the bedroom that was calling out to both of you.

Changbin fumbled with the top button on his shirt, and you giggled a little as you helped him with the rest of them. You slid the shirt off his frame, and helped him put on a baggy t-shirt and flannel pajama pants before climbing into bed with him. You both instinctively found each other’s arms to rest in.

He rested his head back against your chest only half laying on you with your legs tangled together. “Goodnighttt, y/nnn,” Changbin called out to you. His tone was still light and playful despite being tired.

“Goodnight, bun,” you brushed your fingers through his curls as you watched his eyes flutter closed. You continued playing with his hair until his breathing slowed, and his shoulders completely relaxed. When you were sure he was asleep, you let your own eyes drift closed.

Hyunjin: {word count: 0.8k}

Hyunjin really never drank, besides some wine every now and then, so it didn’t take long for alcohol to have an effect on him. He could already tell the night he was in for once he knocked back his third shot for the night. A couple of the members invited him out for the night, and he really had no excuse to say no. Only a few hours in, he was already missing your pretty face when he thought about how you didn’t want to come since your period had left you feeling blah all night. That was it. He couldn’t stay here having fun with his members while his baby needed him, so he told them goodnight and started his walk back to your apartment.

Hyunjin made it back as quick as he could, but he doubted you were still awake when he did arrive since it was already past midnight. You were curled up in bed with a heating pad actually awake because you wanted to make sure that Hyunjin wouldn’t need you while he was out. Between the painkillers and heating pad, you were slowly starting to feel better when Hyunjin quietly slipped into the room.

He leaned against the door frame with a small pout and soft eyes as he observed your state. “Jinnie?” You softly called out to him. “I thought you were staying out with the others tonight?”

At the sound of your voice, he gently smiled, “I was, but I missed you, princess.” He made his way over to the bed, and you were peeling back the covers to help him when he’d already reached your side. He pulled the covers back over you and tried tucking you back into bed, “no need to get up, baby. It’s okay.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Jinnie, you’re drunk,” you giggled as you sat up, and he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Only a little bit,” he giggled back.

“Well, I’m not going to bed until you’re ready too.”

“I am ready. Let’s go to sleep now.” He leaned in to kiss you to punctuate what he said before letting go of you to crawl the rest of the way in bed. He tucked an arm around your waist and buried his head in the pillows to prove his point.

“Baby, you don’t want to change into something more comfortable?”

He turned his head to the side to be able to look at you, and he slipped his hand that was still wrapped around you under your shirt to trace shapes onto your skin. “Just want to be with you, pretty.” He said while his eyes never left yours.

“I’ll spend the rest of the night and all morning cuddling you, I promise. But you should get ready for bed.”

Hyunjin whined before dramatically rolling off the bed and slowly stood up. You just smiled and shook your head before attempting to get up yourself. “Why are you getting up?” Hyunjin asked.

“I’m going to help you.”

He sighed and wore a dreamy expression as he looked at you, “you’re so amazing.” You went to get him some water which he accepted gratefully and praised you again, “I love you so much.”

He took you into his arms and held you close to him with his head resting on your chin, “I know, Jinnie.” Your voice was muffled by his chest.

He pulled back to look at you, and you could see he was pouting, “you’re not going to say it back?”

Your boyfriend was always really soft for you, but drinking really exaggerated this side of him. “Of course I love you.” Suddenly, he cupped your cheeks with both hands and sprinkled kisses all over your face. “Hyunjin!” You giggled as he caught you off guard.

“What? You’re just so pretty,” he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs while his droopy eyes tried to study all of your features. You looked away shyly, and you could feel your cheeks warming which Hyunjin just cooed at more, “so perfect.”

You smiled softly and removed his hands from your face by gently grabbing his wrists. “Jinnie, let’s get ready for bed.” He was still too busy staring up at you that he didn’t even notice you led him to sit on the bed. When you tried to help him change, he once again pulled you in close to him and wrapped his arms around you. “Baby, you have to let me go.”

“No, I’ll never let you go. I couldn’t imagine anyone better for me.” He slightly tightened his hold around you.

“I mean you have to stop hugging me, so I can help you.”

“But I don’t want to do that either. I want to always be hugging you. It makes me so happy.”

“Just for one second?” You could tell he wasn’t happy when you gently pushed him off you again and helped him put his pajamas on. Although throughout the process, he snuck in little kisses on the top of your head or on your cheek when he could.

Han: {word count: 0.8k}

Jisung had let you know that he was hanging out with some of the members at their place, and that he’d probably be doing some drinking that night. You didn’t mind and told him to have a great time with his friends, so that’s exactly what he did. You decided to lay in bed and try to watch movies as you waited for your boyfriend to get home, and you almost texted Chan where he was when you heard the door to your apartment open. You heard shuffling and expected to see Jisung entering the room, but after a couple moments of silence, you decided to go check on him.

“Ji?” You didn’t see him when you walked out of your room until you made your way to the living room. Jisung was passed out on the couch with his limbs sprawled out. You smiled at the sight of his cheek being squished by the cushions, and his lips a little shiny with drool. You were tempted to take a picture, but you had left your phone in the bedroom.

You lightly shook him, “babes?” He continued snoozing, so you tried calling out to him a bit louder, “Sungie?” Still nothing, so you tried even louder, “Han Jisung?” This caused him to stir as he blinked up at you confused.

“Y/n?” He sleepily groaned and rubbed at his eyes with one hand as he tried to process what was happening.

“Why don’t you come to bed?”

Jisung didn’t bother to open his eyes as he nodded his head in agreement and sat up on the couch. You went to go get him some water, but when you returned his head was bowed against his shoulder softly snoring. “Ji?”

His head shot up, and he looked around, “I’m up, I’m up.” His gaze landed on you and the glass of water held out to him, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He slumped back against the couch before taking the glass and drinking some water.

You took the glass back to the kitchen, and when you returned, your boyfriend was trying to fight off sleep again. He was blinking a lot to try to keep his eyes from closing, but they’d get heavier with each blink. Once they slipped closed, his head would slowly tip over before he’d jolt awake when he almost fell completely over. He tried to shake it off again as he saw you approach.

You were starting to get worried about how much he had to drink, and if this was a sign that he was even more drunk than you originally thought. However when you texted Chan, he reassured you that Jisung only had a couple of beers at most. You knew drinking made him a little sleepy, but he must be exhausted on top of that because he could barely keep himself awake.

You would carry him to your bedroom bridal style if you could, but you had to settle for slinging one of his arms across your shoulders while supporting his weight with your hip. You were sure he was milking it at this point from the way he shifted himself so as to not completely crush you, but you just shook your head and went along with it. You didn’t mind taking care of him for this one night. You led him to the bed where he pleasedly inched his way to the pillows to melt into their comfort.

“Babes, you still have to get changed.”

“Can we just sleep pleaseee?” He whined and blindly reached back for you trying to pull you in with him while his face was still buried in the pillows.

“You can’t sleep in jeans.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought. “I just want you to be comfortable, love.”

He slowly sat up with his eyes still shut tightly, and his silver hair was sticking up wildly from sleep. He was pouting, but he seemed to agree that he wanted to be comfortable. You leaned in to kiss his soft cheek, and he hummed delightedly. You started to help him change into a soft pair of his pajamas when you noticed he still refused to open his eyes throughout the process.

“Ji, what are you doing?”

“What?” He sleepily mumbled.

“Why do you have your eyes shut tight?”

“Becauseee, if I leave them open, then I’ll lose my sleepiness.”

You gave him a questioning look at his logic, but it wasn’t like he saw. You just let it go, and when you were finally done helping him, he didn’t waste any time in pulling himself back up the bed to join the pillows. You followed your tired boyfriend behind him and pulled the covers over you two, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. He turned over to face you as you cuddled him and wrapped his arms around you as well pulling you close to him. He kissed the top of your head before finally falling fast asleep.

Felix: {word count: 0.8k}

Felix was a social butterfly, and he felt energized when he was able to spend time with people. Your social battery didn’t run quite at the same capacity, but Felix didn’t mind. In fact, he felt you were the perfect balance to him, and he felt incredibly special that you were comfortable enough to show sides of yourself that no one else got to see. Felix also helped you grow as a person by helping you get out of your comfort zone, but he understood when you just needed time to decompress.

When you got in from work, Felix had invited you out, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You reassured Felix to go have fun with his members, and you’d be waiting for him when he got back. You did just that on the couch until after midnight when Felix slinked in to greet you. He smiled warmly at you once he saw you curled up against the couch, and you could see a pink tint dusting his cheeks that told you he’d been drinking some.

“Hey, Lixie,” you returned the warm smile and patted the spot next to you for him to join you on the couch.

“Hey, angel,” without hesitation, he plopped himself down in the space next to you and rested his head against your shoulder.

“Did you have fun?” You teased him a bit by poking his flushed cheek. Felix just responded by smiling even wider and nodding his head. “Are you ready for bed?” You had to move away from him to grab the remote and turn off the tv before standing up. You stretched and held out a hand to him, “let’s get you ready, hm lix?”

He took your hand, but instead of getting up to follow you, he pulled you into him. Before you even had time to work out what was happening, Felix had wrapped an arm around your waist and situated you to where you were straddling him. This time you were the one with the blush on your face. “You’re always trying to take care of me, angel. You’ve been working so hard lately. Why don’t I take care of you?” His words were slow and deep as he leaned in to whisper to you. He was running his hands up and down your back and occasionally slipping them under your shirt.

You ignored the shivers that ran up your spine from your boyfriend’s deep voice next to your ear. He was drunk, and you needed to help him get to bed. He was just as giving as you in this relationship, and you giggled at him still trying to take care of you even in this state. “I’m not the one who has been out drinking all night.” You put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to get some distance.

“But you need someone to look out for you too,” he looked up at you with pleading eyes before leaning in and placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was gentle and chaste before he started to trail them up to your neck.

You softly grab his face to get him to look at you, and you kiss his cheek. “Why don’t we take care of each other, okay?”

He finally agreed and released you from his lap. You got up and once again offered your hand out to him which he took and followed you into the kitchen. You made him a glass of water which he drank before filling it up again for you.

“Your turn,” he said, and the water sloshed in the cup spilling a little on the ground as he handed it over to you. But he smiled as he watched you take the cup and drink it.

That’s how it went for the rest of the time trying to get him ready for bed. He’d only let you do it for him if he could do it for you right after. You took him by the hand again and led him to the bedroom where you helped him into his pajamas. In sloppy movements, he pulled your shirt over your head, and he replaced it with your pajamas. You were momentarily blinded as he struggled to find which was the hole for your neck and which was the hole for your arms. When you were free from the soft cotton fabric, your hair was sticking up all over the place, and the tag was itching your neck. Felix was trying to smooth down your hair while frowning at you trying to figure out what looked weird about your shirt.

You lightheartedly giggled, “thank you, Lixie.” You tilted your head to the side and offered him a lopsided smile still thankful for your caring boyfriend. You slipped your arms back in your shirt and turned it around to the right side, and you were both ready for bed now.

Seungmin: {word count: 0.8k}

When Seungmin told you that he was going to the karaoke bar that night with some of the members, you just prayed that someone would have enough sense to take some videos. They wouldn’t have a problem if you went too, but you didn’t want to invade on their time that they got together without a schedule. So you patiently waited for him to get home while being entertained by the videos that Jeongin provided you with. He was still a great singer, but the overly dramatic facial expressions paired with the swaying was what gave away he clearly had a few drinks.

You were sitting on the couch staring in awe at the tiny Seungmin on your screen having impressive control over his vocals still while a bit drunk when you heard Seungmin let himself in the apartment. You got up from your spot to go to approach your boyfriend with your phone in hand. “Minnie! How are you so good at singing?” You hugged him quickly before shifting in his arms to show him the video. He rested his chin on your shoulder while you watched his performance together on your phone.

“Please, if you think that’s good, then you haven’t seen me rap.”

“Actually…” you swiped over a few more videos to the one of him rapping actually kind of fast, and you heard him groan from behind you.

“Why do you have all these videos?”

“Jeongin took them for me,” you smiled up at your boyfriend who just playfully rolled his eyes. “But seriously, how can you sing so well even when drunk?”

His eyes widened and eyebrows raised while his mouth was agape as he feigned shock and offense, “I’m not drunk. You’re drunk.”

“Seung,” you tilted your head at him and quirked an eyebrow to which he cracked a smile.

“Just a few drinks, hardly drunk” he shrugged it off while still smiling playfully. He spun you around, so now you were facing him and placed his hands on your hips. The smile on his face had turned into a slight smirk as he leaned in close to you with his eyes on your lips. You watched closely as he licked his lips, and he looked down at you with dark hooded eyes. “Let’s cut this tension in between us. Let me make you mine.”

“Minnie, we’ve been dating for two years,” you giggle at him, ignoring your heart hammering in your chest. You really couldn’t tell if he was just joking or he was that drunk to have forgotten.

“Way to ruin a moment, bubs,” He scoffed, but he leaned in to kiss you anyways. His kiss tasted sweet, but you could also taste the lingering alcohol on his tongue which brought you back to reality. You broke away from the kiss, and Seungmin’s smirk was back on his lips. “What’s wrong? Is my bubs flustered?” His voice had a teasing tone.

He wasn’t wrong, but you were also reminded of your task at hand of helping your boyfriend get ready for bed. You mumbled a whatever which just worsened his smug look before you spoke up, “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Oh, now you’re trying to get me in bed?”

You playfully swatted at his shoulder and stepped out of his hold. “To sleep!”

He pretends to ignore you in favor of teasing you some more, “maybe my bubs isn’t as shy as I thought.”

“Well, you’re going to be disappointed tonight.”

“I’m never disappointed by you,” he dropped the teasing once you had started to walk off and took on a softer tone. He caught your wrist as you were walking to the kitchen.

“I know, bubs,” you laced your fingers with his, and you both walked to the kitchen together. “Here, you’re going to want to drink some water.” You fixed him a glass and handed it to him which he had to give you a side-eyed questioning look at your measures of taking care of him. “Just drink the water.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed breathily before drinking the water. Your relationship wouldn’t be complete without Seungmin taking every chance he gets to tease you. Especially if he’s had something to drink.

Even though he moved slowly and almost fell over a couple of times, you let him put on his pajamas himself, and you both got into bed together. You were lying on his chest while he was running his fingers through your hair and occasionally massaging your scalp. You’d almost fallen asleep when he softly spoke up, “you know, if you wanted to see me sing that bad, you could’ve come. You didn’t have to ask Jeongin to send you all those videos.”

“I didn’t ask him. He just knows. Besides, you just don’t like that he especially likes to send me the embarrassing ones.” You cheekily grinned up at him and cupped his cheek.

“Not true,” he shook his head while leaning in closer. “Maybe I also just like spending time with you.” He confessed before kissing the top of your head.

Jeongin: {word count: 0.9k}

The change of seasons had given you a terrible migraine which is why you had to cancel on Jeongin. You had planned to go out with him and some of your friends, but after the migraine set in, you couldn’t do anything but lay in the dark. You wanted him to go out and have fun anyways, and you were slowly recovering from your seasonal problem with each passing moment.

When you told Jeongin that you couldn’t go out with him tonight, he made sure to send you updates constantly. You didn’t expect him to, nor did you ask that of him, but he just missed you. As the night went on, the selfies that he sent you turned shaky, and his text became less coherent. You figured he had a few drinks, and you couldn’t help but smile at each text that you received that was just a jumble of words at this point.

You thought he was saying something about being on his way home when he texted, “In my way whole”. At least you hoped you deciphered that right. The next text was a close up photo of an eyeball with a crazed look that you identified as Minho’s and a legible text that verified they were just a few minutes away.

As expected, a few moments later there was a rhythmic mix of knocking on the door, and you pocketed your phone to go open it. You were met by your boyfriend smiling at you so wide that his eyes seemed to disappear and Minho’s whose fist was still raised to knock again. “Jeongin has a key, y'know.” You greeted them.

“I know, but knocking like crazy is much more satisfying,” Minho said while cackling.

“Hey, honey,” Jeongin waved at you, and Minho cast him a judging side eye at the use of the pet name in front of him.

You both ignored him, and you waved back, “Hi, Innie.”

“Well, I’m going to leave. I don’t really care to see what’s about to happen next.” Minho said while gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away.

You laughed at him, “goodnight, Min!” You called out to which he replied while waving back and spinning on his heel to leave. When you turned back to your boyfriend, he giggled while holding his phone up right in front of his face. He tried to quickly put it away once he caught you looking at him.

You brushed it off for now, and he entered the apartment making his way to the couch with his nose still in his phone. He flopped down once he reached it, and he was giving that same smile that made his eyes disappear to his phone now that he gave you earlier. “Innie, what are you looking at?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes and a questioning look trying to play dumb, “nothing?…”

“Hun, why can’t I see?” You sat down next to him and decided to pull out the big guns. You placed both your hands on his arms and looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes. You could see him freeze and physically gulp, but he was still holding strong. You hit him with a poked out lip, and you could see him crumble.

“Ahh, this is so embarrassing,” he scratched the back of his neck while handing over his phone.

He took the phone and tried to examine the picture that had him so smiley. You squinted and even tried looking at it from different angles, but all you could see was just a blur. “What am I looking at right now?”

“What do you mean?” He took the phone back and gazed fondly at the picture. “It’s you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “That looks nothing like me.”

Jeongin held up the phone next to your head and squinted at you, “It looks exactly like you.”

“But it’s just a blur.”

He gasped dramatically and looked at the photo again, “It is not! It’s a pretty blur. Because it’s you. I love my pretty blur.”

It was an unconventional compliment, but you still felt flattered all the same. “So that’s what you were doing when I was saying goodbye to Minho. Sneaking a picture of me?”

Your boyfriend now had a sheepish grin on his face with a start of a blush spreading across his cheeks, “yeah…”

“How cute, Innie.” You cooed at him before ruffling his hair which he playfully swatted your hands away. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

He nodded, and you walked away when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. A picture of you and Jeongin together took over the screen, and the caller ID read “Innie <3”. You turned to your boyfriend sitting on the couch a couple feet away from you. He just raised his phone while pointing at it before putting it up to his ear indicating that he wanted you to answer it.

You sighed and accepted, “hello?”

“Um, can I have a hug first?” You were about to ask him why he needed to call when you were in the same room when he cut you off, “pleaseee.”

You ended the call and walked back over to him on the couch before holding out your arms to hug him. He made no effort to move, so you leaned forward to close the distance. You were expecting a warm hug, but Jeongin just laughed as he pushed you away playfully. You rolled your eyes and were about to walk away when he pulled you into him and held onto you tight.

[consoledacup]

The wedding dance is my favorite dance for sure. And while I adore that BTS video Nicola shared (how generous is she, btw??) and watch it frequently, I really do like what we got in the final edit. Plus, kudos to Tom Verica for imagining the cutaway and springing it on the cast day of filming. Brilliant directing choice.

When Penelope approaches Colin -- after they've been longing for each other at their own wedding?? -- Colin's so game to do whatever she wants. He thinks she's going to ask him to ditch the breakfast, and he's like, where?

But it's lovely that instead, she tells him she'd like to dance with him. And as he's half-heartedly pushing back, you can tell how he's still so charmed by her. By this time, they must have danced with each other a hell of a lot. I love that Penelope constantly reminds Colin of their dance in the empty church. It was just a silly, romantic something Colin did on the fly, but clearly it meant so much to her.

"You Belong With Me" has been Penelope's anthem since before the series started, and it has been Colin's for a shorter, but no less intense, amount of time. And they're in a very uncertain state in their new marriage, so the song still really works.

They may not be ready for a real conversation just yet, but the dance erodes away some of their tension where they can just enjoy each other. And it's funny because as much as Colin postured about not caring what people thought, he's the one scandalized by Penelope's offer. But he extends his hand and leads her to the center of the room without showing any reluctance.

What's so special about this dance is that it spurs other characters to take chances too. The ton has been more or less intrigued by this match, and others have been downright obsessed. So the two lovely dancer couples who probably have very sweet backstories join in. And now it's a dance, not a scandal.

It's not just Colin and Penelope making a statement, but really, it's them giving everyone else permission to just kinda live a little. Who cares if it's a wedding breakfast? And yeah, people might be shocked later on that Penelope is Lady Whilstledown, but can they really say that if they were one of the wedding guests? Penelope has always been challenging the status quo, anonymous or not.

And then John is inspired by the couple's display of affection and rebellion and asks Francesca to join in. And Marcus, who is definitely a romantic, sees the love flowing among Violet's children and their partners and takes that opportunity to approach Violet.

The beauty of this is, the entire time, Colin and Penelope have no bearing on their surroundings or what sort of catalyst their impromptu dance has become. But the rest of the ton do. And instead of becoming scandalized by this faux pas, everyone's actually pretty charmed by it.

Obviously, the intensity during their dance is so magical and the best part of the entire thing. But I really do love how earnestly everyone else responds, too.

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date - Part Three

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner × Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.3K

TW: SMUT!!! (Protected sex, vaginal fingering) and swearing.

A/N: AHHHH the tension finally breaks and Aaron finally gives in! I’ll be honest, my smut writing probably isn’t as good as other writers on here but I hope you all enjoy it. I also really wanted to paint Luke as the huge asshole he actually is and there will definitely be a moment in the future parts where Aaron will set him out straight (AKA punch him in the face). Again, I’m open to suggestions of what else I can include in this series, I love all your feedback 🫶🏻. Here’s a link to my Masterlist where you can find parts one and two.

Standing in a dance studio with your ex boyfriend and fake boyfriend was a peculiar situation to say the least. You could feel his eyes following you as you and Aaron moved to find a space in the room, ready to start dancing.

“I really can’t dance.” You murmured to Aaron as he took your hand, placing his other on your hip.

“Don’t worry about it,” Aaron paused as you gently placed your hand on his bicep. “Let’s just try and have some fun.”

Music filled the studio and the instructor your sister had hired began to count you in “And! 5, 6, 7, 8!”

You and Aaron gently swayed to the song, neither one of your fully committed to the dance. You looked around and watched as your sister and Thomas danced excitedly with one another, their bodies close together, stepping perfectly in sync with each other. The dance instructor sung their praises before turning to look at everyone else.

You tried not to laugh as you saw Luke awkwardly stepping out of time with his partner who you assumed was his new girlfriend. She was gorgeous with long auburn curls and a beaming smile; way out of Luke’s league. She laughed again as Luke danced a wrong step again and he looked at her with an annoyed glare. The coldness of his stare was definitely something you did not miss.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts by the voice of the dance instructor shouting at you and Aaron. “Why are we dancing so far away from each other? Where is the passion?”

You cringed at her words and looked straight at Aaron who was definitely stifling a laugh. You shuffled closer to Aaron, your bodies touching one another, your grip tightening on his arm.

“That’s much better!” Said the dance instructor excitedly and set the two of you off dancing again.

Aaron swayed perfectly in time with the music, humming along which took you completely by surprise.

“I never thought you’d be one for dancing.” You laughed.

“I uh…” Aaron paused. “I took dance lessons when I married Hayley.”

“That explains then why you’re so good.” You said sweetly.

“I wouldn’t say I was good.” He chuckled.

“Stop being modest. You’re definitely good at dancing.”

Aaron was about to speak but the two of you were interrupted by the instructor again. She huffed as she watched you two dance. “Less swaying. Swaying is boring!”

You rolled your eyes so only Aaron could see and he tried his best to hide his chuckle.

“You are in love are you not? Show us your love through dance!” She shouted at you and Aaron before she waltzed off leaving the two of you alone again.

“I would like to remind her that it’s meant to be Sarah’s lesson.” You said frustratedly. “She’s the one getting married, not us.”

“Maybe she is right though,” Aaron responded and you looked at him confused. “Let’s dance with more passion.” He mocked the instructor and you laughed loudly which caught the attention of everyone in the room. Your laugh sounded like heaven as it filled Aaron’s ears, it was adorable.

You moved in closer to Aaron, your bodies pushed tightly against each other. You swayed a bit more adventurously, moving across the room. Aaron spun you around in a circle and you giggled as the room moved around you. He then spun you out to the side before spinning you neatly into his side. Your bodies clashed together and you both laughed, the closeness between the two of you made heat rush to your cheeks and Aaron’s ears tinged red.

“You’re a much better dancer than you said you were.” Aaron complimented with a smile, adoration glimmered in his eyes.

“It’s true, I hid my talents so not to embarrass you,” you joked and Aaron laughed.

“I dare say you’re better than me.” And this time you laughed.

“Sorry to bruise your ego.” You giggled and jokingly rolled your eyes.

You and Aaron danced more confidently with one another, striding across the floor gracefully, small talk and laughs being exchanged. But, Aaron couldn’t help noticing the way Luke was watching your every move, his eyes raked over your body, not caring if anyone saw him. Aaron fought hard not to go over there and punch him in the face. Who the hell did he think he was? He suddenly felt the need to protect you so Aaron spun the two of you round, shielding you from Luke’s cold stare. In just two brief meetings with him, Aaron had profiled him to be a straight up narcissist and questioned what you ever saw in him.

***

“I surprisingly enjoyed the dance lesson.” You found yourself admitting as you took a sip of the large glass of orange juice.

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled. “It was fun.” And he took a gulp of black coffee.

“I’m also happy we were still able to come and get brunch! I am starving.” You say exasperatedly.

Then, no more than 5 minutes later, a waitress brought over your food. A tall stack of pancakes with chocolate for you and some bacon and eggs for Aaron.

“Jack would very much approve of your meal choice.” He laughed as you immediately tucked into the overly sweet breakfast.

“Another reason why he is the best kid ever.” You said. “He knows how to pick a good meal.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying your well deserved meals after the exhausting dancing.

“I keep forgetting it’s the bachelor and bachelorette parties tonight!” You suddenly speak. Aaron looks up from his plate to you and laughs.

“What?” You asked confused. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing its just…” He laughed again. “You have chocolate round your mouth.”

“Oh my god!” You groaned. “That’s so embarrassing.” And you frantically attempt to wipe it off your face.

“Here, let me do it.” And before you could respond, Aaron was leaning across the table with a napkin is his hand and gently wiped at the corner of you mouth. “Done.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” You said, trying not to blush.

“What were you saying about parties?” Aaron asked, putting you back on track to what you were saying before.

“The bachelor and bachelorette! You’re 100% expected to go to Thomas’ bachelor night.”

“I’m a bit too old for bachelor parties.” Aaron said.

“Oh shut up! You’re not that old.” You replied with an eye roll.

“Fine.” He chuckled. “I’ll go.”

“Perfect! My mom might ask you to keep an eye on Thomas. I know you two don’t know each other that well but I know for a fact, Luke will have booked a stripper.”

“And who will keep an eye on you at the bachelorette?” Aaron asked jokingly.

“I can handle myself Agent Hotchner. Just a shame I couldn’t bring my gun for extra protection.”

***

Getting ready for the bachelorette was stressful. Your room wasn’t big enough to accommodate both you and Aaron walking around trying to get ready at the same time. There had been awkward laughs when you stumbled out the bathroom and saw Aaron in his boxers while getting dressed followed by mumbled apologies. Once Aaron was ready, he sat down on the bed and observed as you doing the last touches of your makeup and finishing accessorising your costume.

“What’s with the outfit?” He asked curiously.

“You can’t tell me you don’t recognise it?” You questioned in shock.

He laughed before saying. “Of course I recognise it. I was a college student once upon a time. It’s Madonna.”

“5 points to Aaron Hotchner! It’s ‘Like a Virgin’ Madonna to be precise.” You added. “Sarah has always wanted the theme of her bachelorette to be Madonna. Just never thought she’d actually do it. She’s going as ‘Hung Up’ Madonna. You know in the pink leotard?”

“Yes.” He nodded with a chuckle. “I know the pink leotard music video.”

“Are you secretly a Madonna fan?” You joked.

“You’ve caught me!” He replied, standing up off the bed. He was in a white button down and black slacks. It was simpler but god did he look good in it. The sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms and the top button open. You weren’t used to not seeing him wear a tie.

Aaron took in your outfit as you leaned forward to slip your heels on. The low cut corset-like top was enough to make heat rise to his cheeks. The bulky necklaces hung from your neck, drawing attention to your cleavage and the puffy, netted skirt accentuated your figure. He had never seen you like this and it took everything in Aaron to stop himself from taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You looked so beautiful.

“Are you ready?” You asked with a beaming smile and Aaron simply nodded.

You both walked down the stairs and saw your sister and the whole bridal party knocking back shots.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked confused.

“Finally! We’re here to pick you up and then it’s onto bar hopping.” She said and you could already smell the alcohol on her breath. “So say goodbye to Mr. Sexy and get in the limousine outside!”

You turned to face Aaron. “I guess this is goodbye then.”

“Kiss him goodbye!” Your sister shouted.

You leaned in and gave Aaron a quick peck on the lips.

“Boo! A real kiss!” Your cousin joined in.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and wrapped your arms around Aaron’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His hands instinctively found your hips and held them tight as he reciprocated the kiss. Cheers filled the room as the group of differently dressed Madonna’s watched you two kiss. You pulled back and smiled brightly at Aaron who seemed flustered but smiled back nonetheless.

“Right! It’s time to go lovebirds.” Liv said, drawing your attention from each other.

“Bye.” You whispered to Aaron and before he could answer, your sister was dragging you out the door to the limousine.

***

Aaron sipped at his beer slowly. The bar was packed with rowdy men for Thomas’ bachelor party, some already very intoxicated. He felt a pat on his shoulder and turned to see Thomas.

“Aaron! Thanks for coming man. I guess Y/N got you to come?”

“She can be very persuasive.” He chuckled. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Thanks!” Thomas slurred. “To think I’ll be a married man soon. I can’t wait.”

Luke suddenly stumbled over with a dopey smile but it immediately dropped when he saw Aaron.

“I didn’t think you would come.” Luke said aggressively. “Did Y/N persuade you to come with a blowjob or something?”

“I’m sorry?” Aaron asked appalled.

“She’s a good fuck isn’t she?” Luke continued. “That’s the one thing I miss about her.”

“Dude, that’s inappropriate.” Slurred Thomas as he downed the last of his beer.

“Nah we’re just having a chat, man to man.” Luke said, placing his hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “Isn’t that right Aaron.”

“Actually, Luke.” There was a harshness to Aaron’s voice. The same harshness he used when interrogating criminals. “I don’t appreciate how you’re talking about Y/N.”

“Come on buddy, you can say whatever you want about her to me.” Luke threw his arm over Aaron’s shoulder. “Go on, what’s your favourite thing about her? It’s gotta be the head hasn’t it? She gives good head.”

Aaron shoved Luke’s arm off of him. “I’m not your ‘buddy’.” He said sternly. “You don’t have any right to talk about Y/N after the way you treated her. And I definitely don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate the way that you’re talking about your ex.” He had gone full protective boyfriend mode. “If I even hear you utter Y/N’s name again, I will make you regret it.”

Luke looked startled but not as scared as Aaron was expecting him to look, the smug bastard.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” Aaron said to the two men and headed straight for the door. He’d had enough for the night.

***

“To Sarah!” You cheered, raising the shot glass in your hand before downing it in one.

“To me!” Sarah shouts, knocking her shot back and everyone cheering.

You throw yourself back down onto the sticky bar stool and ask the bartender for another round of shots.

“So…” Liv drawls out. “Will you and Aaron be having hot sex tonight?”

“Liv!” You shouted in shock.

“That’s a yes then.” She responded

“A fat yes.” Sarah interjected.

“Mine and Aaron’s sex life is none of your concern.” You slurred.

“Yes it is! After hearing about you sex horrors with Luke, I hope you’re actually having decent sex now.” Sarah says, taking another shot of god knows what.

“The sex is amazing.” You lied effortlessly, probably thanks to the alcohol pumping through your veins.

“Tell us more!” Pleaded Liv.

“No!” You laughed. “What Aaron and I do in the bedroom is for us to know and you guys to never find out.”

“You’re such a bore!” Sarah shouted.

“Shut up and drink more shots! The both of you!” You shouted at your sister and cousin. They both laughed and ran off to the dance floor. You followed them and immediately started dancing around the floor, the music booming in you ears and the vodka pulsing through your body.

“And a special song for the bride-to-be!” The DJ shouted out and the recognisable ticking of “Hung Up” by Madonna started playing. You burst out laughing as your sister ran to the middle of the floor, dominating it with her best attempt at the dance from the music video, every single person in the club cheering and whistling.

“Go Sarah!” You cheered out.

“Yes baby!” Liv shouted. “She is loving the attention.”

You laughed. “Yes she is!”

The night went on until the whole bridal party stumbled out the club at 2AM, going on a hunt for the limousine.

“Ladies.” Your sister slurs as she climbs into the back of the car. “That was the best night of my life.”

The whole group cheered as you all clambered in the back after your sister. She reached for a bottle of rosé out the limousine’s mini fridge but you snatched it off her.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night.” You mumbled. “I know I have.”

“You two may be done, but I’m not!” And Liv snatched the bottle from you, unscrewing the cap and taking a big swig.

By the time you stumbled through the door, it was nearing 3AM. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a tall glass of water, downing it in one. You thought back to what Sarah and Liv were asking you and then to your texts from Emily. Would having sex with Aaron really be as bad as the two of you were making it out to be? Maybe Emily was right, maybe the two of you should just sleep together. You stopped overthinking and wandered upstairs to your room, opening the door and tripping over something.

“Shit!” You hissed out.

Aaron stirred from his place in bed and then sat up, turning to see you.

“Are you ok?” He whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.

You stood upright so Aaron could see you properly, he took in your slightly dishevelled appearance but noted how gorgeous you still looked. You kicked your heels off before shuffling over to him, you pulled the duvet back off of Aaron and grabbed his hand, pulling him up off the bed so he was standing. He looked down at you as you ran your hands up his chest and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Y/N…” Aaron said in an almost pained, warning tone.

“Shhhhh.” You hushed him as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was deep, passionate, long overdue. You last kissed him almost 7 hours ago and you were hungry for more. Aaron ran his hands down your back before sitting them snugly on your hips, massaging lightly. Your teeth clashed together as your kiss grew more and more heated, Aaron’s lips travelling down your neck, sucking softly as he went. You pulled away and Aaron looked at you with lust-filled eyes. You pushed him back slightly until his legs hit the bed and he sat down. He reached out to grasp your hips again but you pushed them away.

“No touching.” You murmur. “Just watch.” And Aaron’s eyes glued on you instantly. You slipped the white, netted skirt swiftly down your legs, revealing more of the lacy corset Aaron had fixated on all night. You pulled the necklaces up over your head and his eyes immediately fell to your cleavage. You pushed the fishnet tights down your legs and struggled to unhook your feet out of them. As soon as you had freed yourself from the very uncooperative piece of clothing, you walked back towards Aaron and straddled his lap. His hands rested at your hips as he raked his teeth over your collarbone.

“I have been thinking about taking this top off you all night.” He mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He ran his hands up your back and they settled at the small clasp at the top of the corset. He nimbly unfastened it before realising there were another couple clasps down the whole back of the top. “How the fuck am I meant to get you out of this?” He laughed frustratedly and you buried your head into his neck, chuckling with him. Fortunately, Aaron managed to unclip every clasp quickly and he pulled it over your head. Aaron took a moment to appreciate you. “You’re so beautiful… gorgeous.” He muttered and ducked his head down to place soft kisses down your neck to your chest. You could feel how desperate he was for you as his growing erection pushed into your clothed core. You rolled your hips over his bulge and Aaron groaned into your neck, biting down on your shoulder.

He suddenly lifted you up as he turned to place you down softly onto the bed, climbing on himself and settling between you legs. You looked deeply into each other’s eyes, your lips nearly touching.

“Are we going to have sex?” You whispered.

“Do you want to have sex?” Aaron asked, his breath warm on your face.

“Yes…” you murmured breathlessly and Aaron captured your lips in a soft kiss.

His hand traveled down you body and slipped under the waistband of your panties, fingers sliding between your folds.

“God you’re so wet already.” Aaron mumbled and his thumb found your clit, circling softly but enough to pull a moan from your lips. He then quickly slid the lacy undergarments down your legs. He went back to circling your clit, your head buried deep into the pillows as soft moans filled your bedroom. Aaron moved his fingers down further, his index and middle finger finding its way between your folds and sliding into you effortlessly. You gasped at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips up against his digits. The feeling of his thumb circling your clit faster and his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling inside you was enough to push you instantly over the edge.

“Does that feel good.” He asked with a smirk.

“God yes! Aaron… I’m going…” you couldn’t find your words, so overcome by the building pleasure between your legs.

“Let go sweetheart…” Aaron whispered in your ear like honey. “Let go for me.”

You did as he said and the growing pressure reached its end point, pleasure coming over you like a wave as you reached your climax. A loud moan escaped your mouth and you bit your lip. Aaron kissed you softly as you came down from your high.

“I… I think I have an advantage over you.” You mumbled breathlessly and Aaron looked down at himself still clothed, his length straining against the fabric of his boxers. You sat up, reaching for the hem of Aaron’s T-shirt and pulled it up slightly, prompting him to pull it over his head. You glanced at his toned torso and saw the smattering of deep scars that covered his body. You knew exactly where they were from, George Foyet. You had only been on the team for a few weeks when it happened but had been one of the first people at the hospital to see him after Emily had found him. You ran your hands down his chest and Aaron inhaled a deep breath.

“You’re so handsome.” You said and placed another kiss on his lips which he melted into.

“I need you before I lose my mind.” Aaron groaned into your lips and you helped him escape from his boxers.

“Condom?” You asked and Aaron frantically leaned across to the bed side table, grabbing his wallet and opening it up. He searched through it and pulled one out triumphantly, tossing the wallet somewhere amongst the mess of clothes. He tears it open and slowly rolls it on with no problem. You repositioned your bodies, Aaron nestling deeper between your legs. He takes himself in his hand, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked gruffly.

“Yes!” You whispered out desperately and that was all Aaron needed to hear before he slowly pushed his length inside you, every inch felt like ecstasy to him. You gasped at the sudden contact and dug your nails into his shoulder. Aaron stilled, taking a moment for your body to adjust.

“Ok?” Aaron asked, looking deeply in your eyes.

You nodded and ran your nails down his back. Aaron’s pace started slow, his hips gently rocking back and forth, the feeling of your body clenching around his cock was enough to send him into overdrive. He picked up his pace a little, rocking ever so slightly faster and you moaned sweetly into Aaron’s ear.

“Aaron…” you muttered. “Harder.” He immediately followed your breathless plea, thrusting deeper into you, his pace fast and consistent. Moans left your throat, the feeling of Aaron’s cock hitting the right spot almost sent you crumbling. “Ahhh! Right there.” You gasped out at the sensation.

A guttural moan escaped Aaron’s lips and it echoed in your ears. “You feel so good.” He managed to speak between his groans.

“I’m… I’m close.” You whispered in his ear as Aaron kept up with his fast paced thrusts and this only prompted him to go faster.

“Y/N…” your name was just a whisper on Aaron’s lips. “Look at me and let go.”

You moaned out as the pressure built, your back arching up into Aaron’s body, his hard thrusts sending you into an abyss of pleasure as your orgasm took over.

“Ohhh… Aaron! Yes!” You manage to sputter, your climax clouding all brain function.

“Fuck!” Aaron hisses out as his own pleasure built in between his legs and his release washed over him. He rode out his orgasm with messy and erratic thrusts before collapsing onto the bed, slowly pulling out of you. Aaron quickly slipped the condom off and threw it in the bin.

You both laid in silence for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Your body still tingled with Aaron’s touch and you turned your head to look at him, surprised to see him already looking at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“That was…” He started.

“Amazing.” You finished and Aaron chuckled.

“Amazing.” Aaron repeated.

Another beat of silence.

“What does this mean for us?” You asked.

“I knew that if we ever crossed this bridge, there would be no turning back for me,” Aaron started. “I… I have loved you since your first day at the BAU two years ago. When you shouted at me in the lobby for being rude.”

You threw your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me. I was then so mortified to walk in and find out you were my boss. I thought you would have it in for me for the rest of my career!”

“You were right to shout at me though.” He laughed. “I shoved past you, knocked you over and I didn’t even apologise..”

“Yeah, it was a dick move.” You laughed. “But maybe I was a little hot-headed.”

Aaron reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I guess I always wanted to ask you out on a date but I was always too nervous.” He chuckled. “That’s why I said yes to doing this with you, pretend to be your boyfriend. I thought I would find the moment to tell you how I really felt about you, that I… I love you.”

You felt you cheeks heat up. Everything Emily had said to you was right. Aaron did love you.

“I love you too Aaron,” you muttered, pulling his face close to yours. “I thought I was doing an ok job at hiding my crush on you for the last few months but Emily noticed it. Stupid profilers.” You joked, rolling your eyes. Aaron laughed with you, lifting his hand up to push some hair from your face. “This has got to be the most romantic pillow talk I’ve ever had.” You laughed.

Aaron placed a kiss on your lips. “Let me take you out on a real date. As soon as we get back to Washington, let me take you out to dinner. No hiding feelings anymore.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled brightly and Aaron’s heart swelled.

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Part four

[fawnhunter]

lover boy behavior.

Just some Plug! Connie thoughts [MASTERLIST]

warnings- fluff fluff fluff, mention of weed

- Plug! Connie who grew up with you and has always adored you. You guys grew up on the same street, he remembers the days when he used to knock on your door and ask when you'd be home so you guys could play outside together. ever since those days he’s made sure to stay by ur side ever since.

-He carries around a picture of you two as kids in his wallet, it's a picture that your mom's took of you guys together at the beach building a sandcastle, and then there's another one in the back of his phone case that is just a picture of you, its one of ur your senior portraits and he adores it

- Plug! Connie who makes sure all ur drug experiences are good ones. that ur shits not laced and ur safe and sound under his watchful eyes. Can you make sure to keep you comfortable and probably asks if you're ok way too much

- He rolls all ur joints for you beforehand and he likes to stick around while you smoke from time to time. orders food for you both and keeps you hydrated on the down low. His favorite part is when you guys argue about what you were gonna watch together

- Plug! Connie who is could honestly care less about what’s going on if ur not involved. he could be out with eren and ony and his only thoughts are “what’s y/n doing? i wonder if they home yet? fuck lemme just text em-

- Plug! Connie who takes you to parties with him and just about everywhere else. he enjoys ur company like no other, even when y’all just chilling in silence, he really wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

- he sits on the couch making conversation all the while keeping his eyes on u, dancing with ur friends, one of Megan’s songs u loved blaring through the house, watching the sway of ur hips and the smile on ur face, he sighed totally in awe (meanwhile ony just laughs at his simpin ass

-Plug! Connie who would stop what he’s doing and come to ur rescue if he had to. it does not matter what else he got going on rn, he’s on the way baby

- one text, to come get u, is all he need to be in the car and on the way to ur location. pulled up, out the car already mean mugging everyone in sight till he finds you

-Plug! Connie who uses some of (a large portion) of the money he makes to pay for ur college classes, dares you to try and stop him “you gon be great one day mamas, whether u like it or not.

- Plug! Connie who “takes off” some nights so you guys can get dinner and hang out. he comes over all comfy and shit just to get high and watch movies.

- Plug! Connie who should really be sleepin on the couch, but fakes sleep when you check on him when the credits start to roll. he fakes those loud ass snore you complain about so he can stay in bed with u for the night

-Plug! Connie who swears nothing is better than breakfast with you in the morning. watching you eat, sleep all in ur eyes, bonnet forgotten on the pillow. He could definitely get used to this.

- Plug! Connie who’s totally not carving out a space for you in his heart.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Baby Shark

featuring bucky, his little James Jr and Sam

fandom mcu- tfatws era

a/n I really I might. . .just might turn this into a mini series

part 1 - but read alone too

Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

The song was playing on Bucky’s TV screen the past hour now.

James Jr seemingly enjoying the song – and watching it happily, nestled next to Bucky on his lap with his uncle Sam next to him too.

The two men stared at the screen in frustration as it was the only thing the baby currently wanted to watch.

You were out on a small mission – today out all days when the basketball game Bucky and Sam wanted to watch would be on soon enough.

“. . .How many times have we already watched this?”

Sam asked – frustrated and glaring at the screen as the son continued to play.

It was stuck in his head now – probably would be able to mutter it in his sleep.

 Bucky is almost having full blown sensory overload.

He looks dead inside.

The sounds of Baby Shark song are making his brain boil. He feels like his head is going to explode.

Bucky can't handle it. He hates this song so much.

“I’m so sick of this song!”

 Sam groans.

“I hate sharks now!”

He mutters – as the song keep playing.

Bucky is not listening. He is focused on staring at the tv screen with a blank expression.

He is internally begging for this torture to end.

Bucky’s 2-month baby – however – happily chortles giggles as he continues to watch the song.

You had named your son James Steven Barnes together, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Steve, or Cap’s name for his middle name– but you took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it too.

Bucky’s head swivels at the sound. He looks back over at the little child.

He watches the child chortle with a faint smile on his face.

Sam looks over at Bucky.

“The game is about to start.”

He says – “Do you think Jay will let us change the channel now?”

“. . .Maybe if we distract him enough. . ."

Bucky mutters.

Bucky stares back at his son – a bit irritated, but also intrigued and a bit amused by his son’s cuteness.

The moment Bucky leans in and takes the remote his 2-month son whines seeing his dad pick up the remote.

For a 2-month baby, he was smart.

“Oh for the. . .”

Bucky sighs in disbelief.

“You've got to be kidding me, James! Of all the days for him to be attached to this damn song!”

Bucky holds the remote in his hand, looking at it in frustration.

Jay son didn’t stop his whines until Bucky let go off the remote.

Bucky feels bad for trying to change the channel on his son and giving him distress.

He doesn’t know what to do.

His son is adorable – but he also doesn’t want to watch Baby Shark again. He looks back over at his son, a mixture of amusement and frustration on his face.

Sam sighs.

“Alright! Watch it for the rest your life kid!”

He says to Bucky’s 2-month baby.

“This kid. . .”

Bucky thinks to himself.

“Why... Just why?”

He asks as his baby son continues to watch the song intently.

Bucky watches with a slightly annoyed but overall amused expression.

Sam rolls his eyes as Bucky started to annoyingly mutter out the song.

“Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo – Oh for... I just can’t!”

Bucky shakes his head. He can’t help but be impressed by how much of a little smart ass his son is already.

He lets out a soft chuckle, even though he is still annoyed that his son won’t let him change the channel.

“Definitely got it from his mother. . .”

Bucky mutters.

Grandma Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Grandma Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Grandma Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Grandma Shark. . .

[wutheringmights]

I finished rereading The Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce a couple of days back. I already talked about the first book in a post that garnered more attention than it deserved. I guess we were all happily reminiscing about the menstruation scenes together, or Tortall fans are so starved for content they (we) will reblog anything.(Understandable. I too am starved for a thriving Tortall fandom.)

I'm too lazy to make separate posts about each book, so we're just going to do a mega post covering the second, third, and fourth book.

Unlike last time, I will be giving a little criticism to this series. I still love it endlessly, but there were a few things about the prose I thought was interesting that I want to talk about a bit.

So, without further ado~

In the Hand of the Goddess

I think this one is my favorite one, despite how rushed the plot it. It contains all of my favorite plot points, like awkward romances with George and Jon, attending knight lessons, and a little summer war. Fun stuff.

But it definitely feels rushed. I really wish someone told Pierce to make this a 12 book series, expanding on Alanna's years at the castle. It would have gone so far to better develop the romances and the friendships in these books.

I am fascinated by what Pierce chose to skim over. Characters would die or kiss for the first time off screen, with the prose resuming with Alanna reacting to it. It demonstrates an understanding of character work that I personally adore and try to emulate in my own writing-- the real bones of a story being in how characters respond to fantastic events as opposed to the fantastic events themselves.

Also, the whole veil spell Roger cast in objectively stupid, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. You're telling me that Roger used magic to make Alanna lose interest in doing anything about the obviously evil things he was doing? That's fucking hilarious. You know an editor came back to Pierce and asked her to come up with a reason why Alanna wasn't just going to spring into action at the first sign of Roger trying to kill her, only for Pierce to come up with this. It's so silly. I love it.

Woman Who Rides Like A Man

Did this book age poorly? Yes, but not as badly as I remembered. That's not a stirring defense, and it's really not meant to be.

The Bahzir are a mess of Orientalism, and Pierce definitely deserves criticism for not only the way she wrote them but for the ways in which she frames their cultural practices as something that needs to be fixed. Having Alanna want to force them to change their culture to suit her beliefs is not a great look for both the character and the writer. And that's not even getting into the whole assimilation plotline.

But I did enjoy Pierce's attempts to expand on the definition of womanhood, especially as a part of Alanna learning to embrace femininity. There is this running thread in these last two books of Alanna learning about all the different ways to be a woman and choosing for herself what her gender means to her. It's not done particularly well, and anyone looking for a revolutionary examination of gender roles and identity is going to be sorely disappointed. But there's an attempt here that I can't help but appreciate.

This book is also where Pierce starts to slow the plot down, which lends it to having the most reasonable pacing out of the bunch. That being said, it's also the book where the lack of development for a bunch of the side characters start to hurt. I really wish Gary or Raoul joined Alanna in the desert. Raoul gets his moment in the sun with the Protector of the Small books, but Gary remains largely forgettable. In fact, I spent this entire read-through convinced this man dies at the end of the last book, if only because I can't remember where he appears in any of the other books.

Lioness Rampant

This book somehow has the improved pacing of the third book while still feeling rushed. The quest for the Dominion Jewel really should have been it's own book, if only to give Thayet and Buri more room for development. Thayet in particular really needs her moment to shine, especially when she continues to be an important character in the other series.

But do you know who did get a lot of screen time? Liam.

Remembered shit about this guy before going into this book. I could only vaguely recalled disliking him as a kid, but not as much as I venomously hated Jon. (Speaking of which-- I love the way this man is realistically shitty. Him getting dumped by Alanna is always my favorite scene.) But Liam? Fuck that guy. Holy shit. I give full applause to Pierce for portraying the important milestones every girl goes through growing up, which includes having a situationship that is so shitty that it becomes essential character development.

Roger's return feels very... cheesy? I think Alex should have stepped up to be the final villain on the story. Unlike Roger, Alex was Alanna's friend. They have history. The betrayal would have imbued that final fight with so many more emotions than it ultimately had. I also would have liked Alanna to have at least meaningfully talked to Alex sometime before the climax.

Honestly, it's impressive how reactive Alanna is as a character in the last half of the book. She doesn't seek out how to stop Roger's plan, or fix Thom, or anything. Other characters make plans and she just... waits for something to go wrong.

That being said, by virtue of Alanna's relationships with George, Liam, and Jon all happening sometime in this plot, this book becomes a good place to look to get the full berth of how Pierce handles romances. Which, I love her approach. The romances are never over the top or, for lack of a better word, too romantic. It's very down to earth, with characters dating, marrying, or breaking up for realistic reasons.

Jon and Alanna were friends who broke up because they had different life plans. Liam and Alanna broke up for having fundamentally different values. As much as I bitch about how shitty Jon and Liam are, they're not cartoonishly evil. They're just a little shitty the way most of your exes will be. Jon and Liam are men could find love with someone else. They just aren't suited for Alanna.

Meanwhile, the most romantic things George does are wait for her and be supportive. He doesn't fight or get territorial. He makes his feelings clear, then waits for Alanna's cues. Alanna definitely loves him, but she ends up with him in the end because their lifestyles and core beliefs meld together. There's no grand romantic gesture or whirlwind affairs. They are just a good pair.

I have read stories with far heavier focuses on romance, and none of those couples feel as perfect as Alanna and George. Those stories prioritize all the gooey moments over showing why the main couple should get together. For how little romantic interactions they have, you believe these two could have a successful marriage. Perfect stuff.

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Over all, I really enjoyed rereading these books. For all my griping, I still love the story. I love Alanna. She's a character who is fundamental to my soul. No matter where I am in life, I will always want to open these books and find her again, to walk back into Tortall and join her on her quest to be a lady knight.

My copies of the series come with forewards from a previous edition. In one of them, Pierce wrote that this series started off as an adult fantasy story that was much darker and edgier. I need to know what that story looks like, what happened in it. Pierce can claim as she wants that she hardly remembers what it looks like, but I refuse to believe that. Release the unedited first draft, Pierce. I am begging you.