#i know not everyone who does that does it like *that* but it's pretty obvious to me when someone is and it feels weird imo

[fafnirhumgy]

1: Yuuki Gyensire; {Yuuki <- Yuu <- yuuki == bravery} and {Gyensire <- gyen + sire <- sired through "gyen" (creation via magic) <- sired by the creation of magic <- born from a wish <-? miracle}. The twins called him "Shrimp" before, but upgraded him to "Mantis Shrimp" once they figured out his "Unique Magic". For obvious, very punchy reasons.

2: A bit of Cinderella, but mostly the Imagination Belt. For those not in the know, Disney Japan tends to make tokusatsu promotional toys for their anniversaries, and the latest happened to be an actual henshin belt.

3: 21 years old I guess? He's definitely college age but not college material just yet.

4: Obviously, a Yuu goes into Ramshackle. Though if given the choice, Yuuki would be punted right into Ignihyde.

5: Despite not being in Ignihyde, he still ends up in classes with a lot of them, mostly the background characters though. They honor the timeless compact of quiet students: live and let live. Just another contrast between Yuuki the quiet ace student and Yuuki the fist-wizard of NRC.

6: Tall and awkward, though I wouldn't say he's like a basketball player. Just tall enough to not fit, a giant to most. It's a side effect of his being a Reyvaroid, and you bet young kids picked on him about it, so he slouches a lot to not have it be pointed out too much.

7: His hair is a dark hazel, the same as his eyes. Though his hair tips are a bit red...?

8: Born and raised in Sol Cluster, and he's got the HARVESTASHA ID to prove it! Unfortunately, as a result, he knows as much about Twisted Wonderland as a certain γ-Sublimate...

9: No clubs, but he does like floating in the pool once the swim team is done with it, especially after a long string of both homework and robotics work. He likes the smell of the chlorine, apparently.

10: Would you believe it, a robotics student horrible at math? He can handle instruments okay, but any fine arts electives that require him physically acting gets awkward fast. Really blindsides people when he pumps out detailed sketches or completes instrumental recitals with barely a sweat.

11: Assembling plastic models and making dumb robots. He considers his general deal of being everyone's IT support as a hobby too, but that's just because he's really detached from thinking of it as a job. Oddly enough, he's actually pretty good at drawing, but he doesn't do it often due to not really getting that itch.

12: People denying themselves or others something. It's in Yuuki's motto and catchphrase - "Dare to dream!" - and when someone actively refuses their own desires, it throws him off entirely. Most of the early Overblot victims, especially Riddle and Leona, tick him off enough for his Reyvaroid nature to actively kick in against their magic even without him actively running internal purges.

13: He'll basically eat anything, but he has an odd hatred of pineapple. Not disgust, hatred. There's no deeper meaning behind it, he just has a weird grudge against the fruit for some reason.

14: His already large magical reserves are compounded by his ability to burn through Blot buildup quickly, only surpassed by the Shroud brothers. He's the only one who can keep up with them by sheer prolonged cast time by a notable margin, as well as being handy with magical tech both in Ar Ciel and Twisted Wonderland. Outside of that, however, he does like his plastic models.

15: His Unique Magic, "Dare to Dream" (later "Glass Slipper"), is a bit of geomancy. Extrapolated through the download function every Song Mage has, he can essentially draw magic from the very world itself to perform miracles he can't do alone. However, being a Reyvaroid, this is on practically all the time, necessitating the sacrifice of potency for forms he can control; hence, his creation of the Imagination Belt and Imagination Keys. "With faith, my heart becomes a song. Let it resonate, and join me in chorus. Wake up, Ar Phantasia! [Dare To Dream]!"

16: "I can handle this." Basically his second catchphrase... though at times, it's more to convince himself than anyone else.

17: Golden retriever. Ray of sunshine. Shonen protagonist. Hidden deep within is an inexplicable sorrow and longing for something he doesn't know.

18: "Kinda lonely, but other than that I'd say I've lived a decent life, and leave it at that." An average life, save for how deeply the digs at his odd nature as a male Song Mage got into him compared to other people.

19: /:LOST FILE ???:/ ...hm? is this on? okay. no ooooone listening in... all in my pri-va-cyyyyyy... hooookay. marmalade said even just recording something and not showing it to anyone would help a bit, so... here i am. confessing something stupid. ... ...phhhhwww... okay. hells. alright. just- say the thing- leona is incredibly attractive. like, unreasonably so. is it the lion stuff? the devil-may-care attitude? his soft side that he shows to ruggie when he thinks he can get away with it? i don't know, i just... hhhhhhhhh- alright. shutting this off. this was stupid. why do i /:END:/

20: {rre revm anw hopb gyen ieeya, ware slepir slep}

GET TO KNOW YOUR TWST OCs (and their relationships)

(Or how I make up excuses to blabber about my OC lol. Most of the "who" questions are aimed at the twst cast, but feel free to include other twst OCs as well!)

Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?

Inspiration: Is your twst OC inspired by any villains? Concepts? Anything Disney-related?

Age/Birthday: How old is your twst OC? When is their birthday? Whose birthday (among the cast) is closest to your twst OC's? Does the horoscope lie or do they get along well?

Dorm: Which dorm is your twst OC in? Why? Which qualities they have make them suitable for said dorm? Do they have a roommate and how is their relationship?

Class: Who are your twst OC's classmate? How would you describe their relationship? Did they have different classmates in previous year and did they get along?

Height: How tall is your twst OC? Are they conscious about their height? Are they close to someone with similar leg length?

Hair/Eye color: What are your twst OC's hair and eye color? Whose got the closest/opposite palette to them?

Homeland: Where is your twst OC from? Do they know anyone from the same hometown in the cast prior to NRC?

Club: Which club does your twst OC join and why? Is there anything memorable about the club fair day/their first day at the club? Which clubmate is their favorite?

Subject: What is your twst OC's best subject? Worst? Do they study with another whose excels at the same subject? Do they ask anyone for help with the subject they are bad at?

Hobby: What are your twst OC's hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

Pet peeves: What are your twst OC's pet peeves and which one in the cast accidentally (or not) commit to it? How will your twst OC deal with that person?

Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?

Talent: What is your twst OC's talent and who can properly appreciate that talent?

Unique Magic/Signature spell: What is your twst OC's UM (if applicable)? What can they do? What is the incantation? Is there any weaknesses/loopholes and who can exploit those?

Quote: Give me something your twst OC will say. Either something they always say or something iconic they said. Something that helps solve the problems or something that is a catalyst to even more issues.

(Ok I'm kinda running out of ideas here) Personality: Give me 3 adjectives to describe your twst OC. Or an essay. Whichever works. Whose personality among the cast is closest to your twst OC and do they get along?

Backstory: Tell me anything about your twst OC's backstory. Their childhood, their parents, their siblings etc. Does their backstory affect how they are as a character now and how they interact with the cast?

Pick only one: Let your twst OC pick only one and explain the reasons: only one favorite from each dorm, only one favorite housewarden/vice housewarden, only one favorite first/second/third year etc.

(For my beloved yume shippers) Partner: Who do you ship your twst OC with? Are they in a relationship? If yes, how did it start/end? If no, why?

[tentacleplains]

more scenes that basically everyone sees but pointing out a specific detail i find interesting: "though i hope you don't cause a scene this time" does avery regularly cause scenes at parties?? lmao

[sun-marie]

5, 8, 15, 23 for the artist asks! :]

hehe, thank you for the ask!!

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

While attempts have been made, I've never successfully drawn any Shenko art, or Kaidan Alenko art period. And I'd really like to change that, bc Kaidan's ME3 romance emotionally affected more than maybe any other video game romance (probably tied with Rookanis), and yet you'd never even know I liked him if you took a look in my portfolio. Really, I wanna more Mass Effect art in general, but specifically Shenko is on my to-do list 💪🏻

8. What do you like most about your own work?

Ohh 👉🏻👈🏻 Well, part of why I like drawing facial expressions so much is that I do think I can be good at them. And the more comfortable I get drawing backgrounds, the better those backgrounds are looking I think. Also I can't lie, I do love me some warm color pallets 🍂🍁☀️

15. Biggest artist pet peeve?

OOOHH okay this is a big one, but it's when artist put down their own work in their art post. "Here are my dumb scribbles", "The anatomy's all wrong on this but here it is anyway", "I know no one cares about my art but here it is" stop it!!! why shoot yourself in the foot like that before the viewer can even form their own opinion? if you hadn't mentioned the mistakes I probably wouldn't have even noticed them, and I certainly wouldn't have cared about them! in a world where machines can just steal a person's artwork and create endless soulless schlock from it, I think having some basic confidence and pride in yourself as an artist is essential. You're a human who made Art with their own hands!! whether you like it or not doesn't negate it's value and you shouldn't either.

Also, it bugs me when new/amateur artists do it, but it really bothers me when objectively skilled/talented artists do it. New artists don't have that confidence yet because they're just starting out in a new hobby, and when they see experienced artists also self-deprecate about their art it's demoralizing! if your [experienced/skilled/talented artist] years and years of experience still only create something you actively call slop out loud, then why should new people even start?

...anyway, i'll hop off my soapbox now. love is love and art is art, and self love and self confidence is important to keep in mind regarding your art.

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what’s your favorite?

I do listen to music :3 Usually I just throw on whatever YouTube mixes up for me (and currently it's quite a lot of the pmd ost <3), but according to YouTube's recap thing for 2024, I apparently listened to Echoes of the Eye from the Outer Wilds (a game i...have not played...) for a total of 1,364 minutes, and I can guarantee a solid 1,200 of those minutes were while I was drawing <3

Artist Ask Game!

[etapereine]

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[moonfromearth]

- Scary movies are so easy to survive. They never think to just move out or call the cops or something.

Day 4 - The Outcast

"Responsible and level-headed, they're often perceived as a 'Debby Downer.'"

from @windbrook's Slashed Challenge.

[ariyadaivaris]

I think (I posted about it earlier) that Dragon losing to Mox and then getting murdered about it is a step along the path to cement Darby as the top babyface by having him avenge Bryan. Like I don’t see this as the end of The Overall Story they’re telling, just as a series wrap for Danielson, and from that perspective I think it makes a lot more sense

i can see that, i do think laying it out like that it makes sense. that's similar to something i've been talking about with a buddy of mine who thinks this storyline is going to cement wheeler as a top babyface (or potentially heel if some other shit goes down, top guy either way) in much the same way. its definitely not the end of the overall story! i think your idea about this being darby's coronation has a lot of bite to it, that boy's been getting PUSHED for a hot moment. your insight is much appreciated (as always!)

[psuejo]

❥ jjk!men when u put the pussy on quarantine :c

feat. gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, choso, n toji!

think this is obvious but GOJO isn’t lasting long at all. he’s far too needy, too desperate — even those overseas trips are enough to kill him. some might say he has a sex addiction, but he’d argue that he’s just addicted to you, his gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, goddess of a wife, and to the way both you and your cute cunt get so loud when he’s fucking you.

like now, for example — he’s balls deep inside of you, hips rutting against the fat of your ass with an almost desperate, mindless fervor. gojo is practically drooling all over your neck as he pumps into you, teeth and tongue working to leave dark, lovely hickies on your skin.

he’s like a dog finally free from its leash and ready to devour its favorite treat: you.

“t-toru, ungh— you cheater!” you huff, and your husband only chuckles, cerulean eyes glowing in the darkness of your shared bedroom.

“i never said i was gonna last, sweets.”

SUKUNA definitely thinks it’s a load of shit at first, but he tries to hold out. can’t let you one-up him so easily after all, even if he does end up crumbling within a couple days.

he can’t be blamed. what man (or, well, curse) can resist his wife? it was bound to happen; an inevitability, in his opinion.

all four hands are on your body, blunt nails digging into your skin as he grinds you against the mouth on his toned stomach. that big, drooling muscle stretches you all the way out, slurping up every dollop of slick and reaching into places you didn’t think possible.

“sukuna, w-were you really that starved—”

two thick fingers give a harsh twist to your puffy nipple, and you squeal, hips bucking and shoving that tongue even deeper.

“shut up. you knew this would happen.”

hell, he knew it too — he’d fisted both of his cocks so much that they were raw. even still, they throb in the cool air of your shared chambers, copious spurts of pre trickling down long shafts.

he can’t wait to get inside you.

initially, NANAMI would be okay with it. i mean, both of you are busy, and the chance to actually have sex properly (not just quickies in the shower or early in the morning, though he definitely enjoys those) never comes by often enough for him to really complain.

that is, until he realizes that his at minimum twice a week fix of his mouth on your pussy is something that he genuinely cannot live without.

everyone suffers for it, albeit unintentionally — coworkers (especially gojo, who’s strangely irritable himself), curses, slow ass cars on the street when all he wants to do is get home to you.

it’s a serious problem. he can’t go on like this!

“oh, fuck!”

nanami only groans, glasses crooked on his face as he bounces you in his lap. a repetitive up-down, up-down, up-down that never fails to be punctuated by a greedy clamp of your gooey walls.

“thaaaat’s it, pretty girl. missed you s-so much, shit—”

he swears heaven is a place on earth with you. how did he ever think he could survive without you and your sweet cunt?

imo GETO is sort of similar to sukuna. he thinks it’s total bullshit, and that you’ll cave before he will. you two fuck like rabbits, even with all of his cult duties. there’s no way you’ll make it past three days.

boy, was he wrong.

it’s been five days, and he seriously can’t take it anymore. work and mindless followers be damned — he has you bent over and spread out, face shoved so deep in your drooling mound that you’d think he was trying to fuse with it.

“ngh, fuck, angel,” he groans, the vibrations of his voice going right to your swollen clit and making you keen, despite your best attempts to stay quiet. “didn’t think this slutty girl could t-taste any sweeter...”

geto is a total addict, and everyone knows it.

you squirm, a taboo mix of shame and arousal lighting your body on fire. all those eyes on you, like geto is suddenly teaching ‘how to be a munch 101’ and you’re the example question. “suguru, please—”

he tuts right before delivering a harsh smack to your ass, one that has you gushing on his face with a loud moan. “there we go. let them all see what happens when my wife is naughty, hm?”

CHOSO is actually sort of okay. sure, he has a constant hard-on and he has to fight not to cream his pants whenever he sees you getting dressed or in the shower, but he’s fine. perfectly fine. resilience is key.

all that goes out the window when he catches you humping the pillow one night. he hadn’t meant to be awake, but maybe he has spidey-senses for your pussy or something, because the second you got yourself dripping wet rocking against that pillow, his body snatched itself from the realm of the unconscious.

“mm, cho, r-right there...”

he curls his fingers, the blunt tips of them caressing right against your g-spot and making your jaw drop. you swore you could do this, but going a week without your husband’s hands all over your body is just an impossible feat.

damn ovulation.

“like that?” he asks, all shy and puppy-like, but you know better. he knows he’s doing it right, just wants to hear the praise fall from your lips like some desperate whore.

and how could you not oblige?

“y-yeah, you’re doing so — hah — good.” your head falls back against the pillow, lashes fluttering. “jus’ like that, baby, mhm...”

your voice is so sweet, practically angelic. whatever you say goes, and although you haven’t told him to cum (yet), his boxers are already sticky and soaked.

oops.

out of sight, out of mind.

TOJI would be the most okay out of all them. he goes long periods without that honeyed cavern between your legs anyway, so he’s fairly used to it, but that doesn’t mean he never wants you.

because he definitely does. oh, god, he does.

pictures, sext threads, videos when you’re home alone, even the little movies he’s gotten you into making with him. all of that is what keeps him satiated while he’s away.

nothing compares to the real thing, however, and being home for two weeks without being able to even grind against you is killing him.

“ah, c-c’mon, doll.” his dick rubs between your folds, that swollen head catching on your sweet clit. “you don’t gotta... gotta be like this, ma.”

toji is pulling out all the stops: that compression shirt, the lowly slung sweatpants (both of which are discarded somewhere on the floor of your living room), your favorite snacks and little pet names.

you moan, soft and sweet, and his hips buck. “toji, hngh, y-you loser.”

he can only grin, scar stretching wide with his lips — of course this was a competition for you, and of course you won. he may be a levelheaded man, but there’s only so much a guy can take. he can’t deny himself of his wife to prove a point — he isn’t that insecure.

���yeah, baby, ‘m a loser.” he gives his freshly lubricated dick a couple of tugs before aligning the tip with your fluttering entrance. “now let this loser fuck you right, a’ight?”

[phagodyke]

trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[bloggerspam]

Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

[hedgehog-moss]

I'm happy to announce that Dru is no longer alone! Spring is here, baby chicks have hatched, and so I was able to get two new hens.

The first one (who, as per tradition, will receive a name on the day she lays her first egg) is your average red hen, already old enough to defend herself against hazing; and she seems very congenial to boot. It took some time for Dru to warm up to her former coopmate when I first brought her home, whereas she seemed to like this one immediately. She inspected her from every angle and deemed her very satisfactory.

From day one they were glued to each other all day long! It's sweet how the new, young hen seems to observe everything Drusilla does, which plants she decides to eat, etc, then earnestly imitates her. I bet Dru enjoys having such a studious disciple.

Dru and Louise used to sleep in the laying boxes rather than on the perches; each of them had laid claim to a different box so that they spent the night in separate cubicles with a wall between them; in contrast, when I went to check on them the first night, I found Dru and the new hen huddled up together on the same perch.

Moreover, when it came to seeking shelter from the elements, Dru and Louise used to sit on opposite sides of the outdoor table—whereas, when it snowed a little on Day 1 after the new hen arrived, I found her and Dru hiding under the table on the same side, quietly and companionably clucking to each other.

At which point one of my friends bravely said out loud what everyone was thinking:

And, I mean, the new hen just came out of her egg this year so the age gap with 5yo Dru is probably problematic in chicken years, but also this reminded me of the most wholesome image that lives in my computer (which balances it out):

But I did mention that I got two new hens. I wanted both of them to be 10-12 weeks-old, but unfortunately the neighbour I bought them from only had one hen left in this age range. He said I could take a younger chick, and I was reluctant at first because I didn't want her to be attacked by the older hens—I could keep them separated until she grew up a bit but wouldn't she get lonely?

(This is a complete digression, but while making small talk with this neighbour I mentioned that I've had a lot going on since the beginning of the year and I was a bit exhausted, and he said "Oh, you need some birch water" and took me to the nearest birch and offered me a drink from the tree. I loved this—every time I mention any kind of ailment to a neighbour, they all have their Elixir of Choice that will solve all my problems, be it special honey as a cough remedy or whatever homemade concoction they personally swear by.

So I went home with two bottles of birch water, and promised I would have a glass every morning.)

But let's go back to chickens. Like I said I didn't want to have a smaller chick along with two older ones, because chickens can be quite mean to more vulnerable members of their coop, but then I went to look at his young chicks and quickly developed a soul connection with one of them. She seemed solitary and had a glint of existential anguish in her eyes that I identified with. So I took her home.

I also liked the fact that her feet are currently longer than her body.

As expected, the older hens are pretty rough with her, so the chick currently spends the nights in the greenhouse where it's warm, and in the morning I transfer her to the coop.

Every morning I have to slalom between a dog and a cat during the Transfer of the Chick.

She gets a supervised visit with the other hens so they get to know each other, then I let the older hens out and the baby spends the day in the coop, where she can walk around and forage safely by herself.

I initially let her have access to the indoor part of the coop, but then realised that her tormented temperament resulted in her hiding from the world in the dark all day long, so I now close the little trap so she'll spend the day downstairs.

It was obvious that she longed to look at the world but was too anxious to do so on her own, so I gently placed her on the roof of her coop so she could have a better view of the pasture, with the llamas and donkeys grazing in the distance, and it blew her little mind.

I also worried she might fail to learn important chicken social codes if she didn't spend enough time with other chickens as a child (and she didn't seem very good at socialising with her age peers to begin with) so after letting her adapt to her new home for a bit I decided to take her out of the coop, on a leash (so she wouldn't run away into the woods), for some more supervised socialising.

The other hens were fairly nice to her, they seemed less interested in hazing her when everyone was outside of the coop, but her anxiety got the better of her and she just curled up into a tiny ball and tried to disappear.

If I were a hen in a coop, even an adult one, I would be intimidated by the other hens, especially the ones who are very close friends like Dru and the new girl seem to be, so I sympathised, and deposited the little chick on the outdoor table where I was about to have my afternoon tea. I gave her some grains to eat in my saucer and, like any self-respecting chicken would, she immediately stepped in it and made a mess.

She looked a lot more confident and adventurous on top of the table! I figured, since the other hens were foraging around the table while clucking to each other, this still counted as socialising, from a safe distance, for the little one. She was a bit wary of Pandolf at first, who was going round and round the table like a fluffy shark, hoping to get a glimpse of this new animal, but once she realised he just wanted to rest his long nose on the table and look at her adoringly, she stopped paying attention to him.

And after thoroughly exploring the table, trying to taste my mandarin and then my tea, having a look at the book I was reading and then at the other hens below her—and chirping her opinions continuously the whole time—she slowly ventured onto my lap and fell asleep :')

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Okay someone needs to write about this, you know those neglected batfam reader stories?? Hear me out on this…

You’ve grown up with the batfam, an accidental one night stand your mom had with Bruce, she died (as one does) and you get sent to live with your father Bruce.

It takes a bit but you quickly get used to being ignored after years of it happening. It’s more like you are a stranger to all of them, you were a regular civilian so you couldn’t relate to their secret bat duties, I mean when your entire family fights crime but you, you’re gonna miss out on bonding opportunities.

As you get older you spend time out of the house more, nobody cares cause nobody gives a fuck. And the more you get older the longer you spend outside, 1 day, 3 days… 1 week…. 5 months, 1 year etc.

Until one day you come back after 2 years, 8 months pregnant. Hell breaks loose.

“What’s that?” Damian says pointing to your very obvious pregnancy bump scrunching his face up confused.

“An alien, no use your head. What does it look like?” You reply annoyed, everyone is staring at you like you’re some sort of alien that just started speaking English. To be fair, it was kind of like you were. A male dominated family, where only the father was the only one bringing home biological and nonbiological children left and right, now all of a sudden you come home pregnant? That’s probably pretty alien to them.

“Listen I’m only here because I had a fight with my husband.” You sigh before Dick squeaks out “HUSBAND?” Like that was the most shocking situation.

Actually the most shocking part was who your husband and the baby’s father is, which you deliberately avoiding telling them about him. Until one night your husband breaks into the Wayne residence determined to win his lover back. 🤭

Edit: still a free prompt however!! I just want to add the official start of my version of this prompt is here!!! Go check it out!

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

[boyfhee]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤMINE ㅤ ㅤ ／ ⠀ 엔하이픈

💌 ❛ ───── ⠀𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝓖𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨 ｡⠀( 22O9 ) ㅤ&ㅤbf ! enha x fem ! reader, fluffㅤ 𖥔 jealousy, skinship

reblogs are kisses on the forehead !  ⁠◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠ 

HEESEUNG

you can feel your boyfriend’s heavy gaze on the guy in front of you. honestly, heeseung does not get it— everyone on the campus is aware of your relationship, yet this guy had the audacity to walk up to you and flirt.

“you look extra pretty today,” and heeseung almost scoffs. you look pretty every day. he does not know whether to be mad or laugh at his poor flirting skills. “i was wondering if we could—”

your boyfriend does not even let him finish, his fingers intertwining around yours firmly, yet still adorably gentle. the surprise on your face follows his actions as he tugs you closer, jaw clenched. it’s hot.

“too bad for you, she’s already mine,” he doesn’t even bother hiding the jealousy on his face. you’re still processing the situation when he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back. “isn’t that right, angel?”

and again, who are you to disagree?

JONGSEONG

he is trying his best to be polite and keep up a nice smile even though he can feel his resolve crumble. he is acting unfazed; but internally, he is creating a whole monologue.

it starts with his hands on the small of your back, followed by constant staring and loving smiles, the tender way in which your boyfriend tucks your hair behind your year, only to lean in a whisper a little too closely.

“if you’d like, maybe we can have dinner and catch up?” and jay’s eyes narrow at the person’s words. he can’t believe your colleague can’t catch a single hint even when you two are being obvious.

“oh, i’m sure she would love to,” he responds, pulling you a little closer, an arm over your shoulder. “but unfortunately, my girl has been a little too busy these days.”

he pulls you away shortly after, already imagining the conversation once you two are back home. he can hear you giggle over the little stunt he pulled you can see his ears go red due to whatever reason— it’s cute, and you wouldn’t have it another way.

JAEYUN

“i’m wondering if your pretty friend is single,” and good lord, jake might fall to his knees. there are too many things wrong with that sentence, you and the word friend being used together hurting him the most.

you’re more surprised by his reaction, the way jake gets nervous and stammers over his words. it might just be his last day on earth— his classmate is flirting with you and he cannot tell you two are dating because your brother will sauté him alive.

“i already have a boyfriend,” you answer politely, trying to get a hold of the situation. nervous laughter from your now secret boyfriend filling the air around you.

jake finally gives in when he sees the guy isn’t backing off, which irritates him a little but he knows better. “and, i am the boyfriend so no, she is definitely not single,”

you best believe he will be sulking later— arms crossed, pouty lips, avoiding eye contact. he hates to keep you a secret and you will have to kiss him a lot to comfort him. it’s sweet, but your phone rings, it’s your brother— there’s an actual problem at hand.

SUNGHOON

he just stands quietly next to you, judging the person from head to toe. there’s amusement in the way he relishes in watching the other guy get nervous under his cold glare.

his arm stays around you the whole time, subtle touches fluttering here and there. his fingers trace down to your own, caressing gentle patterns on your skin in a way that makes your breath hitch.

he cocks up an eyebrow at the words of the person in front of you, squinting his eyes at him. despite all, he lets you handle the situation, watching proudly as you reject the stranger effortlessly, a smug grin finding its way to his lips.

“did you like the attention?” he whispers close when you two are alone in the room, lips brushing against your ear. you scoff mockingly, knowing he is just jealous, but he is already pulling you in by your waist, pinning you against the nearest wall. “cause if you did, i can give you more,”

SUNOO

his smile immediately drops when he sees someone approach you while he is placing your orders at the counter. you can see his scowl from the farthest table in the cafe— he is not having any of it.

he walks up to your table even before the other guy can even speak, but you don’t miss the cute frown on his face. “she is with me,”

it’s a fair misunderstanding between you and the stranger, who leaves with a polite apology. your attention, however, never leaves the scowl on his face— exaggerated and impossibly adorable.

“it’s hard having a pretty girlfriend,” he sighs, shaking his head while taking a seat next to you simultaneously.

and you quirk up your brows at his words, chuckling amusingly. “excuse me?”

“i don’t like sharing you,” and you know your dear boyfriend has a possessive streak, it’s cute and attractive at the same time. a little kiss on the tip of his nose melts him out of his complaints. he doesn’t have to share you at all— you’re already all his.

JUNGWON

he doesn’t like being obvious so he simply continues with the council work even though his eyes find you every few seconds from across the room. honestly, he doesn’t like how that transfer student is being a little too friendly with you.

“so, are you free this evening?” the student asks and then it starts— just your boyfriend finds excuses to disrupt your conversation with him.

he calls you over for help every other second, asking the most rhetorical questions. he shifts subtly until he is standing between you and him, half awkward, half annoyed. thankfully, the guy takes the hint and leaves on his own accord.

his cheeks and ears are already red at the sound of your laughter, knowing you’re going to tease him endlessly. “i’m not jealous,”

he clarifies even before you ask, and you can only nod, pecking his cheeks softly. “of course, wonie,”

his face is now redder.

NI-KI

he is not playing. his face stiffens as soon as your classmate approaches you flirtatiously. you can feel him glaring at the person in front of you and truthfully, you like seeing him get worked up a little.

“sorry, i’m already in a relationship,” you’re quick to decline any advances when the person asks for your number, your boyfriend’s arms snaking around your waist.

riki leans into you, putting his chin on your shoulder and looking at the person as if sizing them up. “you heard her,”

you can hear him smirking through his words, his hold around your waist only tightening when your classmate leaves. a soft giggle falls off your lips, and he groans. “what’s so funny?”

“you, especially when you’re jealous,” he rolls his eyes at your words, trying to play it cool. however, the way he hides his face in the crook of your neck betrays his previous actions.

[simping-overload]

ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ

a/n: the wings take inspo from maleficent. Colors, and other details are left vague! Feel free to send an ask for any other god for pt 2!

tags: wings, fluff, romance, human? reader, gods, headcanons format. completely gn reader! no gender ever mentioned. Not proof read!!!

characters: zeus, hera, ares, aphrodiate, hephaestus, hermes

Disclaimer: this combines the world of the og Greek texts, blood of zeus, epic the musical, hades game, and my personal view of the gods. this can contain improper or ooc information. I have favorites if it's not obvious.

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ᴢᴇᴜꜱ

-> loves them, finds that they add on to your beauty. teh strength of your wings impress him greatly, and he'd love to watch you fly. he sometimes likes to fly with you, turning into his bird form so you can race. yes, he will get upset if he loses and zeus tantrum ensues.

-> kiss, kiss, kisses them all the time. not an each of wing is left untouched. he knows where all of your senstive bits are and will use it to his advantage. the spot between your wings is teased relentlessly and often found to be covered in hickeys.

-> he has a painting of your wings and has them placed somewhere on his palace walls and likes to look at it frequently. he makes sure to get one that involves both him and your wings eventually as well. he's adamant that you have your wings around him as your sleep regardless of the position. he enjoys the feeling of your feathers against his skin greatly.

ʜᴇʀᴀ

-> finds your wings to be beautiful. She appreciates them for their appearance and their strength. she can often find herself captivated at the way they move even when idle. she loves flying with you, not to race but to simply relax. she likes to go sight seeing with you, pretty areas you find are often new vacation spots you use to get away from everyone.

-> she likes to touch them, where they connect with your back. the feathers are the softest there, and where your the most sensitive. somtimes she likes teasing you via letting her hands ghost around that area. she also likes to kiss your wings. she often does collect your feathers, adding them to her daily appearance since she wants to both look good(she always does) and have something to constantly remind her of you.

-> she finds it comfortable to be wrapped up in your wings. so please, let her rest against your chest safe in each other's arms as your wings are wrapped around her. blocking the rest of the world from reaching her.

ᴀʀᴇꜱ

-> he's indifferent about your wings, but he's worried about their fragility. at the beginning, he refused to spar with you on this pretense, but that changed when you managed to slap somebody with your wing and send them flying. when you spar, he's still careful and makes sure not to damage your wings intentionally.

-> just like his mother, he also likes to touch them, can quite find them therapeutic when he needs to calm down. he used to be and still is scared of breaking them, he's witnessed how easily his hands can break things and he doesn't want to break you. also because he accidentally pulled a feather out and didn't touch your wings willingly for a while. he doesn't kiss your wings but he smothers his face in them and just chills there.

-> the feathers that shead from your wings get collected for his helmet crest/plume(it's the brush looking thing on greek helms) when he finally acquires enough he'd have them condensed and into a newer helmet that he'd wear to battle.

ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ

-> she loves them! quite obsessed with them, actually. she makes sure they're taken care of and beautiful at any hour of day. she usually has a servant take care of them as she watches, making sure they're up to standard or she'd do it herself.

-> she collects your feathers, adding them onto the clothing she wears to show off who she's with. any feathers she can't put into clothes are tucked away in a box for later. don't bother worry the amount of feathers you'd eventually end up with and possibly hiding them. she will always end up finding them and will get upset with you.

-> she likes to sleep in your arms already and the wings are just a bonus. and even when you aren't in bed sleeping, regardless if your simply going about with your day doing whatever. she likes to hide in your wings to avoid her any duties and people.

ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇꜱᴛᴜꜱ

-> finds them quite beautiful and interesting. He doesn't worry about the fragility since he has a handle on his strength already. regardless of if you are a warrior or not, he wants to create armor for you. he almost reminds you of a strict seamstress when he takes your measurements.

-> he doesn't really do anything with your feathers aside for using them for a fidget. When he's looking over blueprints or paperwork, he lets himself twist it between his fingers and runs his fingers through it. like he does with his pencils he subconsciously tucks the feather into his ear or into his hair.

-> he doesn't mind being wrapped up into your wings but prefers when you lay on his chest/against him with your wings spread out across the large bed. he likes to run his fingers against the thick bones and feathers as he finds it easier to fall asleep.

ʜᴇʀᴍᴇꜱ

-> wants to race you and is quite impressed if you can keep up but even if you can't, he appreciates the effort. he likes to be held by you and fly with you on his breaks, enjoying your company and the view at the same time. he also would help you take care of them, preening is a new favorite pass time of his.

-> hands and lips are all over the wings. running his hands through them any chance he possibly has as he relaxes. he steals your feathers, he has no use for them but he likes to have them on his long messenger trips to help him feel less home sick. the feather helps him keep his head on his shoulders when he's all stressed out.

-> wrap him in your wings like you'd roll a cat into a burrito. He likes them, and even if he suffocates, he wld be content it. Just like aphrodiate he'd use your wings as cover for when he's hiding away from his duties or people, forcing himself into your arms and having you hide him in your wings as discretely as possible.

[foxy-eva]

Cuddle Buddies

Summary: Spencer misinterprets the meaning of the term friends with benefits – but having a friend who will cuddle with him is, in fact, highly beneficial

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: suggestiveness (referenced/implied sex), embarrassment, awkwardness

Word count: 1k

Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins FWB writing challenge!

Masterlist

“Tell me, pretty boy. What’s going on with you and her?” Derek teased his coworker while motioning towards your desk.  

Acting like you didn't hear him, you kept your eyes focussed on the paperwork in front of you. But of course you were interested in Spencer’s answer too. For weeks you had been trying to figure out the nature of your relationship (or friendship?) with him. 

“We’re friends,” Spencer said and thought about his own response before adding, “With benefits.” 

Spencer, oblivious as ever, had heard that term before but didn't know its true meaning. The two of you were friends who occasionally cuddled with each other – something Spencer would consider as highly beneficial to the wellbeing for the both of you. 

His words caught the attention of everyone in the room. The snickering and whispering followed the second he finished his sentence. You could no longer pretend you weren't listening as you felt your cheeks heating up.  

“Excuse me?” You squeaked, clearly embarrassed by what he had just stated. 

It was not like you hadn’t thought about it before. In fact, most nights when you ended up cuddled up with Spencer under a blanket while continuing your Doctor Who rewatch, it had crossed your mind. But it had never happened and you weren’t sure why Spencer would lie about it. 

Spencer found your eyes, immediately noticing the horror written all over your face. “Did I say something wrong?”

“We’re not friends with benefits,” you mumbled, still in disbelief about what was happening. 

Derek couldn't hold back his chuckles anymore but JJ seemed to feel sorry for you and chimed in on the conversation. “Spence, I’m not sure you know the actual meaning of that term.”

She stepped closer to him before whispering what you assumed was the correct definition of friends with benefits. Once he realized his mistake, his facial features changed and could only be described as panicked. 

“That's not what I meant,” he stated what already was obvious. To deflect from the awkwardness, he started doing what he was most comfortable with - rambling. “I’m sorry, I just assumed that's what it meant. Our friendship does have benefits though, specifically the cuddling aspect. Did you know that nonsexual physical contact is very common among social animals? There are many health benefits to it, like lowering blood pressure, the release of oxytocin and –”

Your unit chief stepped into the room to interrupt Spencer and finally end your misery. “Guys, we have a new case.”

Spencer had to hold back a sigh of relief that this painfully awkward situation had come to an end. Both of you tried your best to not let it affect your workday, keeping up your professional demeanor in front of your coworkers. But neither of you could hold back the occasional glance at the other. 

It was hard to interpret Spencer’s expression when his eyes met yours. He had an apologetic look but there was also something else. Almost as if he had trouble holding back his thoughts from wandering to places that were completely inappropriate at work. 

You were very familiar with those struggles. 

It didn’t surprise you to hear him knocking on your hotel room door once your workday had come to an end. Spencer was predictable and you knew that he was about to apologize for embarrassing you earlier. 

When you opened the door, you immediately stepped aside to let him into your room. He had already shed his work attire and changed into sweatpants and an old Caltech t-shirt – a look not many people beside you got to see on him. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Spencer finally found the courage to talk. 

“I’m sorry about what I said,” he mumbled. 

You showed him a soft smile and responded, “Yeah, I know.” 

“Are you mad at me?”

The question amused you. To you it was almost impossible to be mad at Spencer. You were aware that he never had any intention of hurting you. In fact, looking back you almost found his innocence and lack of discretion endearing. 

You shook your head. “Of course not.” 

Spencer sighed when you reached out your arms to hug him. He reciprocated the contact, immediately pulling you into his arms and holding you closely against his chest. There were many things left unsaid but talking about your feelings wasn’t really one of your strong suits. So you decided to suggest what the two of you seemed to be most comfortable with. 

You motioned over to your bed and said, “Do you maybe want to stay and watch a movie with me?” 

His smile was genuine when he responded, “Yes, I would love that.”

It was almost like the two of you followed muscle memory when you slipped under the duvet and turned on the TV. You found your place inside Spencer’s arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thumps of his heart. His fingertips gently brushed over your arm, leaving goosebumps on their path. 

Despite the positive effects Spencer explained about cuddling earlier, it was impossible for you to fully relax that night. He noticed it, too. 

“You okay?” He breathed as he turned down the volume of the TV. 

Before you could think about it too long, you heard your mouth spill out the question that had been nagging you all day. “Do you sometimes think about those other, more exciting benefits?” 

Spencer audibly gulped before clearing his throat. Instead of answering your question, he retorted, “Do you?” 

You shifted your position until you sat beside him and said, “Would it be weird if I said yes?” 

It seemed like your confession took him by surprise. Spencer took a moment to think about his response. First his eyebrows furrowed, then his facial features softened again. “It’s not weird. I think about it, too, sometimes.” 

That was all the confirmation you needed to boost your confidence for once. With your hand gently placed on his jaw, you leaned closer to him until you could feel the heat of his breath against your mouth. Spencer didn’t hesitate to close the gap between the two of you, finding your lips in a tender kiss. 

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husband!enhypen & wife!reader 8OO non-idol au fluff established relationship 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏｡ mention of kissing

지아 ⠀⦂⠀credit to my amazing girlfriend kimibae for the idea ><

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HEESEUNG it happens when he is talking to his colleagues— his phone rings inside of his pocket and, as if it was a national instinct, he takes it immediately. he doesn’t hesitate much before accepting the call when your name appears, leaving his colleagues hanging. “yes, baby?” he answers, in the softest tone anyone has witnessed him use before. it’s something he only does with you, picking up the phone no matter what. no matter where he is or what he is doing, if you call, you can be sure that he will always answer. his abrupt disappearance makes the people he was talking to a tad bit confused. they ask him who he was talking to as soon as he comes back. “who?” he smiles. “i was talking to my wife.”

JAY “what are you doing here, princess?” he smiles gently, resting his back on his chair’s backseat— getting comfortable as soon as he sees you. with a happy expression on your face, you walk toward your husband. you hold the lunchbox in your hands in a way that makes his heart swell, with such love and care that he might melt. “you forget your lunch at home, so i bought it to you.” he lets you settle yourself on his laps as you talk, “am i bothering you?” and he can’t tell you that he left his lunchbox on purpose, just to see you. “no, i love your visits.” so, it’s never really confirmed or said out loud (until a work party), but the way he looks at you, the shining ring on his finger says it all.

JAKE there isn’t a day where he stays quiet— he is always bringing your name up somehow. in every conversation he has, no matter how brief they can be, you will always get mentioned at some point of it. therefore, he is the first to find it a bit surprising when people find out that is married to you, several months after the wedding happened. people ask him with wide eyes about what he means by ‘my wife’ and he looks at them with the exact same expression. “well, i am married?” he answers, as if it was obvious. to his defense, he really thought it was. to his words, he adds the action of showing off his ring when he speak again, “i have a wife, i talk about her all the time. do you even listen to me?”

SUNGHOON doesn’t talk about you much. although, you are on his mind from the moment he wakes up to when he closes his eyes at night— he likes to protect his privacy at all costs. however, when he gets married, he assumes that everyone already knows about it. the ring on his finger accompanied by your picture on his desk makes it quite obvious (he even catches himself staring at either of them quite often). he discovers that it’s not the case at all when he tells his colleagues about how he has to leave early because he has a date. he’s bewildered when someone asks him with whom, he thinks they are joking at first, but it doesn’t seem like it. “with my wife?”

SUNOO your husband is handsome. you’d say that he is pretty, ethereal even. you know that already— how gorgeous he is and how magnetic is aura can be. so, it doesn’t surprise you when he tells you that his colleagues spend half of their time trying to match him up with someone and the other half hitting on him with barely any shame. he always denies their offer with a sweet laugh—until he comes back from his honeymoon. he looks refreshed, he can’t stop smiling whenever he thinks about you, which makes him ten times more attractive. this time, when someone tells him that one of his colleagues likes him, he denies again but with a brand new formula. “i am a married man, now.”

JUNGWON can’t leave home without the satisfaction of your lips touching his. even if it’s not necessarily his lips, he wants a kiss somewhere on him. your complaints about how it’ll ruin your lip combo or take off your lipstick doesn’t affect him at all. your husband gets a kiss from his wife no matter what. sometimes, he even leaves before you can tell him that your lipstick is on his mouth, because he shuts you up with another peck before running away. usually, he notices it and take it off but not today. this time, it’s when one of his colleagues asks him who he got those stains from that he remembers. “oh, it must have been from my wife.”

RIKI he doesn’t understand why people don’t believe whenever he brings you up. he always talks about you— while making sure the use the term ‘my wife’ ever since you got married. however, it doesn’t seem to get into his colleagues’ head, for some reason that he either doesn’t know or that doesn’t make any sense. “i can’t go out with you guys today,” he tells his colleagues, already looking for his car somewhere in the parking lot— his mind is only focused in on coming home to you. “my wife is waiting for me at home.” today he decides to directly show pictures of your wedding when they ask what he is talking about. he was right, ‘but you are so young!’ is a stupid argument.

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