#i truly have no idea about fashion at all fr fr

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

dresses are so gorgeous it’s unfair

[mariasont]

GOOD LUCK CHARM - A.H

a/n: this came to me yesterday and i sat my ass down and WROTE

that should be me fr

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: reader is gone for the morning and leaves hotch a couple sticky notes

warnings: just my babies being so infatuated with each other it literally hurts, hotch is a pining fool, i love him, i need him, i want to kidnap him to my basement

wc: 0.8k

Hotch was having a rough day. He had never put much stock in the idea of luck, favoring the belief that a path was carved from the choices made. However, if he were to entertain the notion of luck, he would concede that today, he seemed to be rather out of it.

A lot had gone wrong. For starters, he had stained his favorite white dress shirt with coffee this morning. This undoubtedly set the precedent for the day, he was sure.

As soon as he arrived at his office, he was greeted not by the familiar click of the lock but by a stubborn door that refused to budge, his key sitting on the side table in his apartment. This then led to him reaching out to the custodian for a spare, only to be intercepted by Chief Strauss, who, in her usual fashion, had a litany of critiques ready for the BAU.

The day had been steadily unraveling, and the realization that you wouldn't be in until lunch because of a doctor's appointment was the tipping point. Normally, all these minor irritations could be overlooked, but in your absence, he could truly grasp just how much he relied on you.

You handled a lot on his plate, if not everything. You planned out his schedule, answered his phone calls, you double-checked his paperwork. You consistently shouldered more than he ever asked, despite his repeated warnings about overloading yourself--warnings that he, admittedly, never listened to.

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. He found himself unwittingly watching the door, anticipating the bright burst of pink and the shimmer that accompanied you, but unfortunately that did not happen. Lunch couldn't come quick enough.

His vision began to waver, the words on the page melting into an indecipherable stew as he pressed a long finger into his temples. The lamp at the edge of the desk flickered capriciously. A mental note to replace it was quickly overshadowed by the more pressing need for an aspirin, prompting him to reach for the left drawer.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, fingers reaching into the space as he pulled the flimsy object from the drawer. It was a hot pink sticky note, its surface alive with glittery ink, smiley faces, and hearts. The corners of his mouth lifted, the tension in his back easing just a hair.

Aspirin isn't in this drawer silly! First one to your right! And don't take more than 2, okay? Between that and your scotch drinking habits your liver is screaming!!!!

He couldn't suppress the laughter that rumbled through him as he pressed the note to his desk. He turned to the drawer on his right, pulling it open to find, much to his satisfaction, the aspirin. Attached to it was yet another sticky note.

You found it!! So proud!! Hope your day is going amazingly! Don't miss me too much! :)

His heart thumped louder in his chest, a wave of heat blossoming across his neck as he carefully folded the sticky notes, tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket.

When you finally came ambling into the office--your ponytail swaying, a pink ribbon securing it in place--he felt an instant lift in his mood. His jaw relaxed, fingers instinctively straightening his tie--a needless act but one that gave him a moment to admire you. You looked beautiful. You always did, but as he fingered the note in his pocket, he could feel his chest constrict just looking at you.

"Hi there, Mr. Boss Man," you sang out, voice as sweet as syrup as you glided towards him with an ease that defied that height of your heels. "The office didn't burn down without me, did it?"

"It came close."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you giggled, the bracelets on your arms tinkling like wind chimes as you wrapped them around your notebook. "You look stressed. Are you stressed?"

"I'm fine, just a headache." He paused, his hand absentmindedly reaching again for the sticky note. "How was your doctor's appointment?"

"Squeaky clean bill of health." You beamed at him, shifting your weight to your toes. "Did you see my note?"

"I did. Thank you." A grin was vying for control of his features while his hand found its way to his neck, pressing lightly in a vain effort to steady his racing pulse.

"You're so very welcome," you chimed, sending him a smile that nearly made the air evaporate from his lungs. "Also, I fixed a couple issues in your calendar, and I ordered you a new lamp, I noticed yours was broken. I hope that's okay."

More than okay. You were perfect. If he were a man who believed in luck, he would be inclined to think you might be his good luck charm.

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[pixiekiwi]

love your works! How about lokixreader (friends to lover). Where the reader decides to try to get over loki by going on a date because she thing loki doesn’t like her like that. So how loki finds out about her going out on a date and I’ll leave the rest up to you!

You Mischievous Little Thing | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

HELLOO!!! Thank you so much for this ask :3 I may have not written exactly what you were imagining, however I had a lottt of fun adding to this prompt. I also... wrote quite a bit more than I was expecting, the words just kept coming!! I hope you enjoy!! :D Reminder, asks are still open <3

Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Description: Loki finds you on a date, with another man, wearing his colors.

Warnings: Slight NSFW content, no set timeline, jealous Loki ;), feminine reader, no use of (Y/N), slight knife play.

Word count: 3.8k

mea columba: my dove

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

All Mother Frigga was not only known for being one of the smartest and beautiful women of Asgard, but also for the grand soirée’s hosted almost every other week. Typically they were hosted for events, however Frigga also loved to host gatherings for the sake of it, this being one of those times.

You had actually managed to get a date for this ball., and wasn’t an accident. Using it as an opportunity get your mind away from your childhood best friend - The Young Prince, Loki of Asgard.

You had recently come to the realization you had feelings for the man. You noticed your heartbeat would speed up at the littlest of glances, the smallest of smiles, the sweetest of looks.

How you had come to this conclusion was finding your cheeks the brightest of red in the mirror while allowing your mind to fall to the idea of the Prince. You cursed yourself that day, and cursed the God of Mischief for fooling you into these feelings.

You couldn’t help it however, his bashful smiles, his bright blue eyes that seemed to just do things to you - you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

And you knew, he did not feel the same way. I mean, he was Loki of Asgard, and you were you, of… Well, nothing really.

You had met him in the gardens when you were young. Your father was a nobleman on the war council and you had been visiting the castle for a few weeks when you had bumped into the boy. Immediately the two of you clicked, it was easy. You had the same curiosity for the world, the same mischievous and playful spirit, the same yearning to know more, to be more.

And now, centuries later, you lived in the castle. You had moved to the castle at Loki’s request, to help him with his studies to become the Crown Prince for when his brother finally was crowned. Now, you had a rightful seat at the war council - just as your father had.

It had been years of the two of you being side by side, you had become inseparable. Everyone knew it, everyone saw it.

You had both dated others, but nothing ever stuck for either of you. You didn’t mind, until you realized you had feelings for the Young Prince.

So now there you were, down in the Ball Room as hundreds of other Asgardians danced around you all the while awkwardly standing next to your date. Ironically, the only dress you had at the moment to wear was a dark green gown, laced with gold ribbon.

The man you stood beside wasn’t terrible, he was sweet, but just… Boring. It was nothing against him, he was handsome, but he didn’t get your jokes, your sarcasm, or even your compliments. It seemed he truly didn’t have a brain.

You smiled at him as he spoke about battle, in a dramatic fashion - explaining something about decapitating an enemy. You had stopped listening minutes ago, but yet you sipped your drink politely, letting your eyes wander slightly, looking for… Well you know who you were looking for. To your dismay, you had yet to see the blue eyed man.

So you moved your eyes back over to your date, whose name, you actually could not remember for the life of you. He had seemed to now be distracted by one of his friends who had come to speak to him. Seeing as they were now enthralled in a conversation, you took this as the best moment to step away.

You moved quickly, giving a quick muttered excuse to leave and moving carefully to the large banquet table. The foods and deserts upon the table made your mouth water. You reached for a rosatum, thankful for the sweetness that dissolved upon your tongue.

You let your eyes wander again, you watched as couples danced happily upon the dance floor, their lovestruck gazes never leaving each other’s. Your heart panged in an odd manner, was that jealousy? Yearning?

You didn’t know, and preferably, you didn’t want to.

As you were finishing one off of the many drinks you had tonight, you felt a pair of eyes studying you from afar.

You had grown a knack for sensing Loki from what felt like miles away. You were not one for magic, but his magic you could feel. You didn’t know why, you assumed it had something to do with the time you had spent together. However you didn’t mind, he wasn’t able to sneak up on you anymore - he had done it enough.

As your eyes snapped to his, a velvety feeling filled your lungs. A small smile crept up upon your face as you gave him a small curtsey, a running inside joke between you two.

You could see a smile creep up his expression as he bowed his head to you.

You could almost see his eyes graze your figure, but he was too far away to truly tell. Standing the upon golden steps across the room his aura bled confidence, that you could see from hundreds of feet away. He was wearing a beautiful dark green and gold suit plated with golden armor, a show of his status.

You wanted to wave him over, and you almost did - until your date grabbed your shoulder.

“You disappeared back there,” he smiled politely, pulling your attention, albeit begrudgingly, away from the Young Prince across the hall.

You didn’t see how his face fell.

“I apologize,” you smiled half-heartedly.

“I was just getting to the best part,” He laughed, his face red and flushed from alcohol, “I hadn't told you about the beheading!”

He did, a thousand times already.

You hoped your true emotions were not showing upon your face, as that would be quite rude. But truly, you could not stand to be around this man anymore. You had already listened to enough battle re-telling while on the council. You wanted to come up with some excuse to leave, maybe that you had fallen ill - but before you could even get another word out, the hairs on the back of your neck stood.

“Would you care to dance My Lady?”

You spun to the side, unaware of your date’s narrowing eyes upon the man now in front of you both.

“Loki.” you had almost gasped out in relief, he was finally here to rescue you from this horrid date.

His sharp features seemed to soften as they took you in, admiring the gown you had put yourself in. Loki’s eyes met yours again and his feathery gaze fell into an odd stoic wall you could not break through. He smiled politely at your date before holding out his arm for you to grab.

You took it willingly, wrapping your arm with his.

You didn’t even glance back to your date as Loki took you through the crowd, finding a perfect spot for the two of you to dance. You felt yourself become relaxed at the mere presence of him. His familiar oaky and leathery cologne invaded your senses, sending your heart into a frenzy of beats. His hold upon your arm was sturdy and powerful, almost as if proving something. You didn’t question it, happy you now had space between you and the man you were just with.

“A date?” The black haired man finally spoke out. His voice was solid, there was a strong lack of emotions behind his question, throwing you off.

You nodded.

“Y’know, Adrián is one of the stupidest Asgardians I’ve ever met.” He quipped. His tone was void of the typical teasing you were used to, but you smiled and laughed anyway, moving your body with his as you turned to dance with him.

“I realize that now, I actually didn’t even remember his name. I’m not sure he does either, he’s had enough mead for a lifetime.” You smiled, a genuine smile as you gazed up to Loki. Truly taking in his striking features. You had danced together time and time again before, however you always jumped at the chance to admire him. His hair was slicked back and styled, and his blue eyes almost looked green from the reflection of your clothing. “I think I could only handle the same story twice, and I have heard it enough already for a millenia.”

A small smile crept up to Loki’s face at your comment, but yet his stoic facade still stood between you and him. He spun you around once, stepping into place with the others dancing around you.

There was an odd silence between you two at this moment, it made you uneasy. Quiet was normal between you two - time spent together reading by the fire, studying in the archives, or even just spending time going on walks in and around the palace - but this quiet, it was different.

You kept your eyes on him as he failed to meet yours, “Is there something wrong?” You finally asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. You wanted to reach and brush the stray hair from his cheek back behind his ear, but you refrained.

Loki shook his head, licking his lips as he danced your body with his own. His eyes finally falling upon yours as he spoke, “It’s insulting for you to parade yourself out here in my colors, with your arm around another man.”

His words held a certain… frustration, that you could not decipher.

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, your eyes staying upon his as your eyebrows raised, “What?” A small nervous laugh escaping you.

His own eyebrow perked up, spinning you around with him as he scanned the crowd of people beside the group dancing, “Did you do it on purpose?” The irritation in his voice was certain as his eyes met yours again.

You had seen Loki frustrated before, angry even. However this was different - it was an emotion you had not seen upon the man. Your mouth went dry at the accusation, you were confused as to what he was implying - had you understood, you’d probably faint.

“I’m sorry?” You asked again, your voice still holding the nervous laugh from before. Avoiding his gaze you spoke again, “I do not understand what you are insinuating.”

While you failed to meet his gaze, you didn’t fail to notice the pink that seemed to climb up upon his neck. His own eyes flickering away from you to the crowd that surrounded you, he seemed… Nervous.

Suddenly, as if seeing something in the crowd - his eyes glowed with frustration once more before snapping to you again. He spun you around again, your gown glittering under the soft light from the chandeliers. Before pulling you close to his body, leading you two into a gentle waltz. The dancing had now become the background of your focus, giving Loki the authority to lead you was easy.

“Look at you, mea columba. You are adorned in gold and green.” Loki’s eyes scanned you up and down, a dangerous emotion flickering through his blue eyes. “You’re practically mine in those colors.”

Your eyes snapped to his blue ones in surprise. You opened your mouth to respond, but you had nothing on your mind to respond with, you were still mulling over his words in your mind.

Practically his.

You gulped as you closed your mouth, your eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips, where a small smirk had begun to form upon them. Of course, he was playing a game with you, it seemed he always was. As your eyes met his again, you found the wall that was once there was now broken. You could see his frustration now melt into something different, confidence.

You hadn’t noticed Loki had led you both near one of the many exits of the ballroom. You now had stopped dancing, his arm still leading you two wherever he pleased. You looked around finally, seeing you had stepped past the beautiful archway leading you both down a quiet hall. You didn’t mind, the music was becoming overwhelming.

“It was the only gown that was decent enough for the ball.” The words tumbled from your lips haphazardly, it was the first response you could manage. You cursed yourself internally for drinking as much as you had. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the key to your flustered state, however it was easier to blame.

Loki’s eyebrow perked again at the excuse, leading you to an open isolated balcony looking upon the beautiful Gardens lit under the moonlight below. He turned to you, his arm unlacing with yours and taking a few steps away - keeping his eyes trained to your figure he spoke, “I thought you wore those colors for me.”

You froze, the soft chill of the wind sending shivers up your spine, or was that from him? You couldn’t tell. Swallowing thickly you moved to the edge of the balcony, looking down upon the gardens. Your nerves were on high alert, feeling his gaze upon you as you attempted to ignore him.

You couldn’t, his presence overwhelmed you in a way you couldn’t properly comprehend.

Wearing colors for him? Why would he care? Has he ever cared before?

You couldn’t recall a time where he had.

The silence enveloped the two of you, the only sound being the laughter from the ball room and the soft melody of music that echoed down the hall. Loki’s eyes fixated on you, and your own refusing to meet his. It was a silent battle of push and pull - a simple game which you knew you were losing.

You didn’t notice him pulling nervously at his fingers behind his back.

Knowing you couldn’t just let yourself lose, you pushed back. You felt confidence consume you, as you had played this game with him many times before. Straightening your posture you turned to him, your eyes finding his already upon your form.

They hadn’t left.

And finally - you spoke, bringing the silence to an end.

“I hadn’t realized you laid claim upon a color.”

As the jest fell from your lips, excitement flashed through the prince’s blue eyes. His hands falling to his sides as he moved closer. His body was now mere inches away from yours, you could feel the unusual cold chill from his body that you had grown to find comfort within. His hand reached to lift your chin, his eyes meeting yours.

It seemed as if lightning struck as they connected, your body tensed as the confidence you had just felt faltered for a moment.

A knowing smirk slowly made its way upon Loki’s face. “And anyone that wears it.”

Your breath hitched at the implication, your eyes flicking down his figure before meeting his eyes once again. You gazed at him through your eyelashes, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you returned his playful, smirk.

“Well,” You paused, taking your time to mull over your words as a certain heat rose in your lower half, “If I must, I may just have to - take it off?” You glanced away briefly, “If that pleases you,” you met his blue eyes again, “Your Highness.”

You lowered yourself into a curtsey, your head now below his abdomen. Before you could sink any lower, his cold hand grabbed your upper arm - pulling you back up to him. He was leaning over now, your faces just threads apart.

You could feel Loki’s breath upon your lips as he spoke, “Oh you mischievous little thing,” his tone low and rasping.

Lifting you and setting you upon the bench like railing of the balcony, one hand finding your lower back, his grasp the only thing between you and the gardens below sending a wave of adrenaline through you. His other hand - crawling up your leg under the flurry of skirts you adorned, your own hands finding his neck. He whispered finally, leaning over so that his lips now at your “You know I would like to do that myself.”

Stunned by his sudden actions, his declaration, and the closeness of the two of you - it had seemed as if you had suddenly lost the ability to speak. Your lips parted in surprise, his strong grasp steadying you just enough.

Your nervous gaze fell upon him - his attention fixated upon you. Your lungs shook as you took in a shuddering beeath, searching for the words to say, to continue this game.

But you couldn’t find those words, in fact, he didn’t even give you the chance to - as his lips were now on yours.

Your heart skipped eight beats at once and a small gasp escaped you. His kiss was hesitant at first, but when your eyes fluttered closed, and your hands found his hair, pulling him closer - as if giving him permission - he didn’t restrain himself any longer.

Loki’s hand on your lower back was now moving up to your shoulder blades, moving your body flush to his. The hand that resided within your skirts gripped your thigh tightly - as if he could sink claws into your warm flesh.

As he leaned closer, you broke away - your nervousness from being mere inches to the edge causing your momentous pause. Breathless and shamelessly warm, your lips parted, ready to warn him of your anxieties. His hungry eyes met yours and he spoke for you.

“You think I'd be so foolish as to let you fall?” He clicked his tongue teasingly as he spoke, “The only foolish thing I’ve done is let you be seen in this dress while not by my side.”

A wild glimmer flickered through his icy blue gaze, desperation clawed through them as they trailed down to your gown. As they flicked back up, the mischievous smirk you were used to took hold of his expression. You could see the gears turning in his mind - you knew his next actions would be bad news.

You felt yourself flush with amorous excitement.

Loki’s hand upon your back lowered once more - all the while still holding you sturdy - and his other hand loosened from your thigh. “We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong message now,” his eyebrow perked as he cocked his head to the side slightly, his tone low and commanding, but yet far from his usual Prince-like-regality, “Would we?”

You felt a cold sharp object graze where Loki’s hand once was. Your breath hitched as you heard the sharp ripping of fabrics.

Your eyes snapped down, your skirts now cut away, revealing your bare legs and a dagger gripped between Loki’s palm. As he conjured the dagger away in a fluff of green particles, feathery gasp escaped your lips at the sudden coolness of the breeze against your skin. His hand found your thigh once more - however much higher than he had before.

“Much better now,”, he pulled you against him and wrapped your legs around his lower half. His dangerous gaze never seemed to falter.

“Don’t you agree?”

You wanted to disagree, in fact you wanted to yell at him for cutting up such a beautiful gown. But hungry excitement flooded your veins.

“Loki…” You whispered out a warning. You wanted to say more, tell him that this game had gone too far - but the yearning for more clawed through your chest and down through your lower half. Something else told you this wasn’t a game anymore. Your tongue flitted over your lips - Loki’s eyes falling to them - watching as you bit back the words you truly wanted to say.

“Oh mea columba,” He practically groaned out - his voice coated with desperation, “As much as I love seeing you in gold and green, I think I’d much prefer you with nothing on.” As he spoke, his hand on your upper thigh crawled farther up - reaching the hem of your panties.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as his cold fingers played with the hem “If that pleases you, My Prince.”

As the words left you, his gaze shot to yours. His eyes glowed with hunger, so much so that even you could see that he was starving.

“What would please me, is the idea of you never wearing another man's arm -” He paused, his fingers slipping under the hem, his hand grasping the side of your hips. He lowered, his lips finding your jaw - you stretching your neck to give him access. The kisses started slowly, giving you time to move your hands around to his neck and lowering them further down his chest.

“However,” he began again - his lips now lowering down to your neck “You can wear my colors-” He stopped again, his teeth now grazing your collarbone, unbeknownst to you his piercing gaze stared up at you, “As long as I get to claim you as mine.”

You shuddered at his words, realizing this was not a game anymore. This was desire. Your hands found the back of his head once more, his once styled and slicked back hair was now a mess - his natural curls now showing through.

The goosebumps that raised on your flesh was telling enough for Loki, he smirked against your skin. Straightening himself into a stand, all the while kissing you feverishly up your neck and collarbone.

Tightening his grip upon your hip - hovering his lips just breaths away from yours he spoke, “Should we take this to my bed chambers then,” he paused, his sensual gaze now upon yours, “My lady?”

You gazed up at him through your lashes - your body warm with desperation, with the want - no - the need, for more.

“Please-” the plea was barely a word, but instead a hushed moan that you couldn’t control.

At the sound Loki’s eyes flashed - both hands now at your hips, lifting you from the railing. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you against him. You barely had time to register the green particles that surrounded you both, before your head was upon a pillow and soft silk sheets beneath you. Loki’s arm released you gently as he leaned back, now straddling you.

He whipped his hair back, brushing it away from his face as he took a steadying breath, his eyes finding yours again. You noticed he no longer wore gold armour, but just his shite undershirt and black pants that he wore underneath.

Your heart seemed to stutter as you watched him, his biceps flexing as he moved to unbutton half of his shirt. His sensual gaze looking you up and down, sending shivers through your spine, and velvet through you.

“Now,” He spoke finally, pulling your hands that laid at your sides up, above your head onto the headboard. His face now inches from yours once more, “Let’s get this torn gown off of you.”

[shuenkio]

Birthday present | Psh. 🎁

Paring: Sunghoon x M!reader | Genre: Fluff

ᯤ Synopsis: He was unhappy with the gift that you gave him, SH was mad but what kind of present did he truly want?

ᯤ Cw: None maybe.

ᯤ Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

ᯤ This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

ᯤ Crd to all the owner [dv/pics]

A✓N: probably disappear after this one for real[fr], the exam is under my nose and here I am, writing delusional thoughts. 🫂

To be friends with Sunghoon was so easy; you don't get why all those girls say it's so hard like this, it's so hard like that. When m/n just go and give Sunghoon a bottle of water one time after his practice for the match as a figure skater.

Ever since then, you and him get along pretty quickly, or maybe you're just his teammates? Privilege, of course. But little did you know that Sunghoon is not the type to express his heart or how he feels about something, nor is an exciting surprise out of his expression. He was indeed a cold person, to be honest.

Yet you can still hang out with Sunghoon; having enough patience to be there for him whenever he's spacing out, freezing, is like sometimes you wonder if you have a robot friend. Cloud began to set into a breathtaking sight of night, filled with the city lights lit up. It was time to go back home after a long, intense day of practicing. Sunghoon is not here because he had finished before you ever since this morning.

Checking your phone for a time, you saw a reminder pop up on your notification.

"Sunghoon's birthday today; let's post and wish for him."

Oh, it's actually his birthday; maybe time flies too fast to even think about anything; December 8 is here already. Furrow your brow, rubbing your chin with your slender fingers. Having deep thoughts, what should you give him for his special day? He's not the type who loves luxury things like men do, such as watches, belts, or whatever you just know he'd not too plead at it.

Pop, you suddenly get an idea by gifting him glasses because he likes them a lot. Wait, what if he doesn't like it? Perhaps winter is approaching; a scarf wouldn't be that bad, isn't it? It's keeping everyone warm; each one of us needs it. A scarf that it. Must stop by a fashion store before heading home to see him at his place.

7 p.m. comes by in a blink of an eye, and you find yourself knocking on his door. You didn't realize that he'd be throwing a party and celebrating with his family and friends; all you had in mind was to deliver him his gift. The door cracked open, revealing a taller figure. In front of you, Sunghoon, who had a birthday hat around his head. Funny, because he's not into childish stuff; it must be his mom.

"M/N, you're here! Uh, what are those?" Seeing a plastic bag in your hand makes him wonder what it could be. As you respond quickly by saying it was his gift, so then both of you get inside the house first. The party is still ongoing, yet some of his relatives are already full, which makes the house empty for some reasons.

Settled down all of your stuff in one place as you make your way to where Sunghoon are. He was in a kitchen, pouring soda into two empty cups. Tapping him on the shoulder while your hand is holding a bag behind your back, ready to surprise him even if he won't be surprised anyway.

"M/n? Here, soda, you must be tired from the training!" Said from a tipsy guy, handing you a cup. You didn't accept it yet till you finally handed him the gift you've been wanting to give him before taking the cup. Sunghoon didn't realize he was smiling from ear to ear the moment M/N gave him.

Whether he was surprised or not, a gift is a gift; it was meant to be a little curious. What could that be, isn't it? Fishing inside the brand plastic bag, he found a vintage scarf inside; it suits his skin tone well though, despite being as pale as snow. He then unwrapped and blanketed his neck with his new scarf. Did he like it? You bet he might not by the face he made right now, catching you off guard a little.

"Did you like it? Sunghoon, we've been friends for ages, but I can't deny what your favorite thing is you love the most. Sorry, Hyung, if that's not on your... expected list." Feeling a little hurt and guilty, a present is meant to be accepted in all kind the guest gives, while Sunghoon did otherwise.

"I don't like it, quite much m/n; you should know me better." With a smile that almost wiped his cheeks, Sunghoon frowned, unhappy. The scarf on his neck, the item you spend time thinking deep to find one—guess you're wrong this year. Sigh, you have to make it up to him this time; anything will do.

"Sorry, really, I'll find something more perfect for you; just say it." Picking on your finger's nails, you determined you'd do as Sunghoon told; one word will do; that's all Sunghoon needs to say. The taller's lit up slightly; this is the moment he has been waiting for for years. Anything? Sunghoon likes it.

"We have been friends for ages, right m/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Then, let's not be friends anymore; I'm tired of this friendship." Nani? Goosebumps were running and throwing your skin as your heart sank deeper than a Titanic ship. Did he really say that? What did you do wrong to be as guilty or bad for him to have the guts to no longer want to be friends with you?

"What do you mean, Sunghoon? I've never done anything wrong, am I? Right?" Tears are almost forming; a waterfall could break anytime soon. To prevent that, Sunghoon takes a rewind turn and gets into the point then. He was afraid you'd be a cry mess if he didn't spit any loner.

"Be my boyfriend instead; I hate that I can't be more than a friend! I wanna love you, m/n," placing your palm on your chest; if only only you had heart issues, a second won't spare. M/N almost nearly fainted with the sudden confession from a friend of his, who is the cold-hearted guy. This is something.

"Kill me now."

"I'll take that... As a yes, my boyfriend." 

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

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the next day, the three of you set off home. the journey back to outerbanks a quiet blur, as you basked in the tranquility that your company brought.

when you arrived, the sun was setting over the marsh, casting golden hues over the water, as you huddled in the back of the car — rafe’s hand planted on your thigh. your life suddenly a complete juxtaposition to your days in la — media frenzies, the fashion show, and the unexpected ease that came with spending a night in rafe’s arms. outerbanks was still the same calming home it had grown to be; your time away a distant whirlwind. it felt good to be back.

pulling you from your thoughts, rafe squeezed your knee, “you’re quiet,” he said, concern etched on his face.

“just thinking,” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as you stared out of the window mindlessly, “this all feels quite real now…”

worry invaded your body, as you couldn’t ignore the weight of what was to come: navigating the reactions of the island, to yours and rafe’s relationship.

“it is real,” rafe said firmly, “but you’re not alone, y/n.”

you gave him a small, grateful smile, but your stomach twisted slightly as the familiar sight of your grandparents’ home came into view. it wasn’t their react that was truly worrying you, though.

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kiaracarrera missed you and sarah so bad

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johnbr i’ll be stealing sarah now, thank you

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sarahfan101 pls can you just tell us!

your grandmother was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something on the stove, the familiar scent of her cooking filling the house. your grandfather resides in his usual armchair in the living room, reclined with a newspaper on his lap as he attempted to complete the crosswords.

“sweetheart, you’re home!” your grandmother exclaimed, turning with a warm smile as you walked in. her eyes shifted to rafe, as he stood behind you, her smile widening, “and rafe! it’s lovely to see you back here, again.”

she looked between the two of you, almost expectantly. you could feel the faint drumming of your heart in your chest as you exchanged a look with rafe, “nan, there’s something i — we gotta tell you.”

she clasped her hands together in delight before pulling you both into a hug, “i knew it, i knew it, i knew it, i knew it!” her eyes lit up as she smiled wider than you’d ever seen her before, “oh, bill! our baby has gotten herself a boyfriend!”

her excitement was uncontainable, you didn’t even get the chance to tell your grandfather… she’d done that for you.

your grandfather lowered his newspaper and raised an eyebrow as he looked at rafe, “boyfriend, huh?” he said gruffly, almost not warming to the idea of his beloved granddaughter flying from the nest, “you’ve got some explaining to do, kid.”

“pops!” you groaned, but rafe chuckled behind you.

“it’s okay,” rafe said to you, stepping forward to shake your grandfather’s hand.

pop’s kept a tight grip on rafe’s hand as he studied him, “alright cameron, let’s hear it. what makes you good enough for my granddaughter, eh?”

your cheeks flushed, but rafe didn’t miss a beat. “honestly, she’s too good for me,” he said with sincerity, “but i care an awful lot about her, and i’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.”

your grandmother beamed, her excitement almost becoming too much, and your grandfather cracked a smile while rafe looked back to shoot you a wink. “alrighty then,” he spoke, gesturing to the couch, “shot the kettle on, mabel, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

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jjmaybank where’s my invite?!

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you couldn’t tell the pogues… not yet. not over the phone. right now, your priority was telling your cousin, before he found out himself.

that’s why, later that evening, you found yourself in the passenger seat of rafe’s truck as you drive to the thornton residence. your nerves returned to you in full force, softened by the way rafe’s large palm clutched your thigh as his other effortlessly steered the vehicle.

a/n: i fear you can tell i’m british by the way i write the grandparents pls

anyways i was gonna include topper’s reaction here but i wouldn’t get it out in time.

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[lvndrptchwrk]

Hi! If you have request , Could I request Baxter Ward with a reader whos a model? Step 3 or 4 are cool!

((omg thank you for the request ! i just finished the baxter dlc the other day so i've been itching to write him and this seems like the perfect scenario ! ))

baxter ward with a model mc

step 3/4 baxter x gn! mc 

spoilers for baxter’s dlc ahead! 

🔲 you’ve always had a particular taste in fashion and always loved dressing up, so it’d make sense that you would find a part time job at a modeling company after you graduated

🔲 meeting baxter for the first time, you two instantly clicked about your tastes in fashion

🔲 colorful wardrobe: he is your exact polar opposite with his black and white wardrobe, but you two loved to compare the differences in taste, and see if there's any similarities

🔲 black and white wardrobe: he is enamored about how similar your wardrobe is to his and you two talk about the similarities and how bad of an idea it is to wear black in the heat 

🔲no matter what your wardrobe is, he simply loves seeing the kinds of outfits you wear for different occasions, from casual hang-outs to fancy nights out

🔲 you two would try to coordinate your outfits to match when possible ! esp if you have a colorful wardrobe yall would be true polar opposites ! and with the matching black and white outfits you guys would fr be twins 

🔲 if you take part in a fashion show or photoshoot, he would definitely attend or want to see the photos

🔲 seeing your photos or watching you model clothes has him blown away, you are in your element and truly the star of the show in his eyes

🔲 during sightseeing, mountain and drinks, he would offer to take pictures of you throughout your time together so you could post them to social media and enhance your portfolio

🔲 leaving when summer ends is probably the hardest thing he’s done, he truly loved seeing you and you’ve impacted his life more than he ever imagined 

🔲 “as much as staying would benefit both of us, it simply isn’t meant to be . as you say, the show must go on . ”

🔲 gives you his iconic black and white eye button up as a souvenir of him

🔲 “you would find use of this when you model . plus, i can always buy another one”

🔲 after he leaves, he finds you on social media and watches as your modeling career takes off 

🔲 always likes your posts of professionally done photos and videos of you on the runway 

🔲 has cried when he saw pics of you modeling in his button up (and made it his wallpaper on his phone)

🔲 if you're contracted to model for a clothing company, he would definitely buy a couple of articles of clothing that you’ve modeled in (if its black and white of course)

🔲 if you start a blog of fashion tips, he would follow the blog and take some of your tips to heart, learning what colors would work best for him

🔲 would also take these tips for his clients, offering them colors and themes that would make them pop out at the wedding

🔲 if you ever appear on the cover of a magazine, he’d buy a couple copies just because you're on the front page

🔲 if he’s also bought posters and prints of you as well, that’s definitely for him to know and no one else to find out (he has a poster of you hanging in his office at work) 

🔲 when it’s time for jude and scott’s wedding, you were in charge of ensuring everyone’s outfits were coordinating and all the decorations matched

🔲 jude and scott definitely mentioned you were in charge of outfits but since they never mentioned you by name, he was floored when he realized you were the one helping for the wedding 

🔲 “it all makes sense, looking back at it . only you could make everyone look as divine as they are tonight, truly the work of a model”

🔲 you instantly hit it off right away a second time, you both simply could not not talk to each other, whether its about modeling or the wedding or fashion in general

🔲 he eventually reveals he follows you on social media and could not stay away from you and your work (the poster in his office was a partial giveaway)

🔲 when you two start dating again, he starts coming to all of your shows/photoshoots when he can 

🔲 if you lived far, you would definitely convince your work to let you move closer to baxter so he’d be able to see your shows or take constant trips out to model near the area

🔲 loves when you coordinate clothes with him, loves it even more when you wear his clothes

🔲 has modeled with you once or twice in his freetime, and was elated to see his face alongside yours in the final product

🔲 you both are so photogenic so obviously photographers constantly love you two together in photos

🔲 your fanbase goes feral over seeing you two together, they simply can't ignore how good you both look

🔲 he however is your number one fan and makes everyone aware of it 

🔲 “hi yes im baxter ward, wedding planner and mc’s number one fan”

[cherryapplebee]

a list of things I really liked about the bear (on first watch)

1. the show begins and ends with the shot of the train passing by. it isn't shown stopping just moving across the screen as if to drive home the transitional journey that S3 depicted between major plot points that can occur in the show

2. carmy actually apologises to richie and says I love you. i wish there was more of the sincere apology

3. tina and richie sharing their parenting experience with nat

4. nat listening to the "types of children alcoholics have" and having it memorised, wanting not to let what is in her head ruin her baby's experience and just her overall sincere efforts to be a good mother

5. sydney being inducted into the family with richie clearly respecting + relying on her during service, marcus and sydney sharing their experiences of losing their mothers, cicero talking to Sydney and visibly realising how important she is to the bear, Sydney and pete together, Sydney and TINA ofc. i just love Sydney being part of the bear family

6. how introspective and creative markus is and him really finding expression through his desserts

7. carmy + luca meeting at chef terry's

8. carmy + chef terry's conversation

9. all those past flashbacks of carmy genuinely being content and at peace while working and learning in restaurants and around chefs who respected him

10. loved to see more of how carmy communicates through non verbal creative expression forms like his beautiful drawings, his silent improvements in the kitchen, his food ofc

11. the split screen scene where Richie is standing in the dining area shrouded in blue light and carmy inside in the kitchen in warmer light was extremely reminiscent of the argument scene they had from S2 when carmy was stuck in the walk in. except in the S2 scene they were actually facing each other actively fighting but in the S3 parallel they have their backs to each other and their lighting has flipped.

12. luca just luca. nerd luca geeking out about dish ideas and getting nervous in front of his idol chef. nostalgic luca. luca + sydney friendship. luca + carmen friendship. just every second he was on screen.

13. adding more character depth to cicero and how he genuinely cares about carmy + nat

14. sydney getting POACHED angst because I love the DRAMAHH

15. the found family of the bear. i love all my chefs so much. they have my entire heart.

16. STRANGE CURRENCIES STILL PLAYING OVER *CONFLICTED* CARMY AND CLAIRE RELATIONSHIP omg that song gives me so much brainrot it's always SO STRATEGICALLY PLACED.

17. the wholesome party at syd's house after funeral in the last ep

18. MORE OF SYD AND HER DAD

19. pete is so cute fr

20. Richie just being such a great dad

21. episode one man. i just really like how it was paced.

22. in true invisible string ass fashion carmy serving his modified blood orange dish to Sydney OBVIOUSLY

23. the chef's at Terry's funeral dinner just talking about how much they love their jobs and their passion for food.

I know I'll notice more things about this season that I'll like and obviously there are things i disliked. but rn I am not focusing on the latter that much. the time will come for it. I've just been waiting for this season for so long. and i really do appreciate it for whatever it was. i love the bear and the people in this show and i love that the show truly is becoming more and more about the BEAR as a WHOLE rather than just carmy. I hope it keeps getting richer and richer.

eagerly awaiting what's next :)

[koris-crumbs]

gimme td character headcanons. literally any.

RAHHH okay anything for you pookie. These are mainly for my favorite four but i probably have some more somewhere in this brain of mine

Heather:

Fem lesbian obvious

Her and Noah are best friends bc they both clocked each other IMMEDIATELY when total drama island first happened

By best friends I mean both of them only admit it internally and never to each other

Shitty, homophobic parents meant she ran away/got kicked out 😋

MAJOR mommy issues. her dad just was kinda there and didn’t do anything

despises her siblings but LOVES noah and his own family

Ended up moving in with Noah trust she’s basically his sister

LOVES babies despite what people may think

Immediately falls asleep after eating (yeah she’s one of those people)

Pretends she only eats gourmet food when in reality her fave is honestly just a good, greasy burger from some shitty diner Noah took her too

Since she got cut off she makes Noah, and eventually Alejandro and Court buy everything for her 😍

LOVES her weird off brand total dramaverse jigsaw movies but that’s about the only type of scary movie she’ll watch bc it has no jumpscares it’s just gore basically.

HATES HATES HATES JUMPSCARES she’ll scream

thinks noah’s crush on alejandro is genuinely the funniest thing in the world she never lets him live it down

was stunned into silence one time bc noah flashed a photo of her bald on facetime one night

Immediately clocked Alejandro as being a closet bisexual she genuinely probably knew he was a boy kisser before he did

Courtney followed her private account after the events of World Tour transpired and heather screamed when she got the notification

has a key to Noah’s house bc she lives there (this will come back later trust)

passenger princess every time

Noah:

Gay gay homosexual gay

after World Tour and swearing off of reality shows (for now) he gets a job as a barista at some shitty cafe near his house

he gives Heather free coffee bc girl can’t live without it

drove like four hours to pick heather up after she got kicked out

is the designated driver of the group

also usually pays for everything despite being friends with mainly rich (or previously rich in heathers case) kids

knew he had a crush on alejandro from the start and just kinda let it simmer bc he figured nothing would ever come out of it

he has a mom car. a beat up subaru. he is truly the mom friend fr

carries that photo of bald heather around as a way to get her to shut up if she says anything too mean (usually to owen or izzy)

had to be the one to ask alejandro out and literally rehearsed it for hours

is a surprisingly good cook despite being the youngest of nine children. him and owen cook together all the time as a sort of bonding thing

hes a mommas boy trust. both of his parents are great though

never really went all out for halloween until he was roped into a group costume with owen and team e-scope one year. after world tour alejandro convinced him to do couples costumes with him

the most ATROCIOUS fashion sense known to man

Alejandro:

the definition of bisexual

he has the absolute shittiest gaydar in the world though. I know it

didn’t even know he himself was bi until world tour

ALSO meant he couldn’t tell noah was gay (stupid) and it devastated him on that plane even though he had no idea why yet

THIS BOY HAS JEALOUSYYYYY PROBLEMSSSS

being the youngest and always second best to josé definitely contributed to that

the daddy issues to match heathers mommy issues

always wanted a sister

after courtney and him make up after the events of world tour he basically gets her as one

they shit talk people in spanish together trust

has one sided beef with one of noah’s coworkers bc they have a crush on noah

him and heather stayed close after world tour but he did NOT know she lived with noah. he didn’t even know they were friends.

was always confused on why heather made him drop her off like a block from where she said she lived

was scandalized when he found out heather did in fact not strictly eat gourmet food

hates Owen with a seething passion. this one isn’t even a hc honestly. the hatred after world tour mainly stems from jealousy bc owens so close with noah

“why is he here??” “he’s my best friend, alejandro” “i thought I was your best friend ☹️”

yeah he sticks to that “best friend” story a lot.

noah only starts getting suspicious when alejandro says it’s okay for best friends to kiss just for funsies

him, heather, and courtney have to take noah shopping bc of how atrocious noah’s taste is

doesn’t watch movies in general but he loathes horror movies with a passion bc he’s just like heather and hates jumpscares

noah and court put a horror movie on during movie night one time and alejandro literally almost cut off noah’s circulation from how hard he was gripping

for their first halloween as a couple he made noah dress up as a vampire while he was a werewolf (a better love story than twilight 🤯)

does not. know what to do around babies and toddlers. they make him uncomfortable tbh. what if one crawls over to him? he will kindly pass on that, thank you

one time one of noah’s little cousins waddled up to him and he went 😟 bc he thought noah was testing how good he was with kids

has a key to noah’s house bc he’s down bad and already spends 90% of his time there anyway

neither his nor heathers keys were given to them by noah himself

noah’s momma strikes again

whenever he sits behind her he kicks heathers seat in the subaru

Courtney:

lesbian in denial for a while (lmaoooo i’m dr seuss)

honestly wasn’t even that sad about duncan tbh she was DEVASTATED about gwen though

musical theater kid. probably music kid in general.

despite popular belief i actually imagine her parents being very proud and genuinely good parents. they adore their baby girl

definitely has a big photo of her as a baby hung up in like the main area in her huge house

after heather comforted her she honestly regretted not getting her contact info so she had to resort to finding her on instagram after like a month of searching

her and alejandro had kept in touch so she was surprised when she found out he was best friends with heather and noah as well

100% said the infamous heartbreaking quote to heather during world tour at some point

“why not?” “i wish you were a boy” (sorry)

is a beast and super fan for horror movies and noah’s the first friend she actually gets to enjoy them with bc he doesn’t get scared (unlike a specific two people)

ALWAYS dresses up as a princess or fairy or smth for halloween every year without a doubt. heather nearly had an aneurysm the first halloween they spent together

is scary when she drives solely bc of her road rage which is why noah’s the designated driver not her (heather and alejandro don’t know how to lmaooo losers)

that’s it for them for the moment. maybe i’ll do more for other characters if i think of anything ^^

[leenaur143]

Happy 27th Birthday to the man who deserves a list of 27 reasons (he actually deserves billions) why I love him so much 💖

1. Chris is the most caring person alive. I don't mean this lightly either because to be as selfless and understanding as him takes more than just effort and time, it takes heart and patience (even though he says he has none - we all know he does, in bucketloads). It's weird when even though you don't know the person, you can see their character shine through so well by how they interact with others.

2. He is so kind to others. Being caring doesn't always equal being kind to people but Channie bridges that gap so well through how even when things go wrong or he isn't happy about something, he respects others enough to not let his emotions dictate his actions. He says he is impulsive but when it comes to serious business, he is calm and collected.

3. "Best father of 7 kids" "Oh yeah, who's mum?" "JYP"

4. Can we take a moment to appreciate how insane of a dancer he is??? Sure he isn't part of danceracha nor does he have a burning passion for dance for his solo stuff but WOW. CHRIS TAKE A BOW. I remember seeing Superbowl live and I have no idea what it was about that performance that made me go CHRISTOPHER CHAN. but it did and I've been reliving that moment for months.

5. His songs are too overpowered. WE NEED MORE CHAN POP PLEASE!!!! People hate on Connected and I hate to admit wayyy too much man but like SLUMP??? LEVANTER??? DRIVE??? RED LIGHTS??? 0325???? BLACK HOLE?????? ETERNITY????????????? The list goes on. Insanity.

6. The audacity of this man to say that his voice doesn't sound good- CHRIS! If I had to list my hobbies, I'm pretty sure 'listening to Railways' is high up that list, just so I can hear his voice.

7. Ummmm Bang Chan rapping??? Underrated.

8. We all know how amazing of a composer and producer he is but the fact that he urges non-3racha members to produce more and more is just so beautiful cause you can really see his influence on them and how they trust him to allow them to shine.

9. Him staring at the members from afar in surreal moments. That's it. That's the thing I love.

10. Bang Chansan speaking/singing in Japanese. When he did that cover of LiSA's Gurenge in SKZ Toy World fanmeet BROOOOOO I ASCENDEDDDD

11. He is so loved. This isn't even like a mild thing either because everyone who has the pleasure of meeting him always waxes poetic about how amazing he is: from people who have met him loads of times like Ryan Reynolds who said Chris is his bias since so so so long, to others who meet him once and fall in love like Chris Hemsworth and Nicholas Galitzine at the Fendi Show, his aura is crazy.

12. He is cute. As much as we all crinkle up into a ball when he acts like he is actually foive, LOWKEY LIKE REALLYYYYY LOWKEY he is adorable.

13. That interview with Young K is my comfort interview fr and I know that isn't a thing but now it is. He is truly the maknae of third gen idols and being a fourth gen leader can make him seem older than he is but he truly did 'give up his youth for his future' 🥹 I'm glad it paid off - It's my favourite lyric cause it hits home so so much but I'm sure to him and the boys, it hits even harder - seeing that circle choreo for that 😭 chills literal chills

14. His smile 🥹 Whenever I'm having a bad day, I have one Channie gif that I always come back to and it turns my day around, no matter how tough it is

15. He is so fashionable! Okay, black clothes only is fine, I'm not a hater or I'd be such a hypocrite but when he is dressed up for events or shoots or even music shows, you see how he inputs his own decisions into what he wears and how he wears it and it always EATSSSSS. Can't wait to see him at the next Fendi fashion show!!! Bring him back Riri!!!!

16. He does need to love himself more but I know that he knows how much we love him. It is insurmountable when you think about how many peoples lives he has changed just by being himself 🥹 Okay I can't think about this too much or I'm going to start crying on the train rn (ha railway joke???) no but fr I will weep.

17. His words. The way he says things to inspire us, I still go back to watch his Channies room episode where he talks about anger management because the advice he gives is really impactful. That could just be me because I know I get the best advice from people I admire so much but that can differ for different people

18. Would it be a Chris post if I didn't talk about how much Chan's room helped me? 🥹 I understand and have made my peace but it was amazing. That's all I'll say on the matter because I know he misses it and he knows how much we do too.

19. His interactions with other idols. Whenever you hear an interview about other groups or idols meeting SKZ, they never fail to mention Channie because of how much of a welcoming and kind person he is, to everyone. Of course as Atiny, I would remember Hongjoong's words the most but to inspire people is a talent and Channie has that skill in the bag. (Also number 19 hehe 19 is such a bangerrrr)

20. His presence is such a comfort. I remember I was on Holiday abroad and that was the day he went live on Instagram, showing us his room and his hat collection and everything, and despite the time difference (hehe what's new?) me and my friends tuned in and it was so so amazing. Should I mention Channies room here again.... 👀🥲🤣

21. He is very dependable. Watching the behind the scenes for this summer's festivals was testament to how reliable he is and how not only the members but the staff and the band members trust him to the extent that he was the main port of call if there were decisions to be made or if something went wrong.

22. He is so so so so so gosh darn handsome and I'm never gonna stop saying it, even after he believes it himself. I hope he knows we legit love him for him and we're not just here for his body or whatever else he jokes about. CHRIS WE LOVE YOUUUUU

23. His dad jokes. Need I say more.

24. His selfies! I don't care how infrequent they are or how he just drops them on us at the most bonkers times (always. literally ALWAYS. You have like a pivotal moment in your life and BAM channie selca drop ding ding ding announcement panic panic jaw is dropped)

25. We all know how insecure he is about his hair but I know that we all love him, his hair and all and I definitely don't think he knows that. I truly hope he doesn't feel any pressure from us to change himself because he literally is perfect just the way he is.

26. Hands. Stop I am so normal about him but his hands... the Jeong Yunho level of feral-ness is SO REAL

27. Our Channie is the best leader we could ever ask for.

[sneak-a-cat]

fucking. miraculous au where chloe got sent to a damned private school. like that shit fucks you up - speaking from experience - and is where she should have fucking gone like girly is the mayors child why is she there. why. it makes no sense. not saying that children of people of import cannot be sent to public schools but judging by the Everything about Andre and Audrey she shouldn't have ended up in a public school.

like i'm sorry but i truly believe she and some of the other characters should have gone to private schools and then there would be that fucked up rivalry between schools that happens - [redacted] die please. your not better at hockey or rugby than us. your rancid (not really but its funny to get so heated) - and like the friendships people have across schools... fr they are so funny.

bonus points if they go to an all girls school paired with an all boys school. wdym i'm speaking from experience and projecting? of course i am.

but back to the original point. WHY IS SHE THERE. people explain it in fics like her dad was making a public statement being like "wow guys the public school system i fund and help organise is so good i sent my daughter to it" BUT NO ONE WITH HIS MONEY WOULD DO THAT BECAUSE A LOT OF PUBLIC SCHOOLS ARE UNDERFUNDED

like i get that thomas astruc was just wanting to put "bitchy rich girl with powerful parents" in there as a trope but like.. buddy please... think it through.... i know thats asking a lot when talking about this man but pls

miraculous would be ten times funnier if they were all at a private school and were forced to wear uniforms and got weird fucking assemblies about breaking the uniform "individuality is for after school girls!" - quote directly from my old headmistress

like genuinely with fashion as a core theme in miraculous it would be so much funnier if they had to wear uniforms, and on non uniform day - generally charity work, pay to not wear uniform money goes somewhere good, it works well - everyone would go buck wild except for Adrien who in my heart he would escape in a hoodie and joggers

Alix would have the exact same hair and probably more piercings, i'm sorry i don't make the rules every year has at least one person who looks like that and we love them for that (yes she would go to the private school IN THE WIKI IT SAYS SHE LIVES IN THE LOUVRE WHY DOES SHE LIVE THERE THATS A FUCKING MUSEUM)

wait. never mind. Juleka and Alix are dyed hair solidarity girlies for realsies, plus in my head Juleka has fire makeup and nails which are amazing for the goth aestehtic but don't really go with the uniform but She Sticks To It. she is committed

oh and Luka my beloved weirdo who doesn't seem to go to school, yess they would be there Jagged pays child support in droves for Luka which is also used to pay for Juleka to go (they aren't twins to me don't talk to me. Luka is older and they are half siblings ok. )

maybe i'll just fucking write this who knows. idk how the french school system works, never mind the private school one but i damn well could figure it out

plus from my experience, private schools have extensive grounds with just enough upkeep to be fancy but not enough to block the view of the fucking road like so its kind of funny like what were you going for

which could be a banger place for an akuma attack which isnt - yknow - the Eiffel tower. again.

objectively sending a bunch of them to poncy schools would do fuck all, however, its a really funny alternate universe to create... this minor change would fuck up the timeline because i'm in charge and bored

i don't know what this turned into. to be frank with you i think this idea is just actually so fucking funny so i'm going to stick with it who knows where that will take me

also, objectively, this is the funniest continuity error to focus on in miraculous

[youngeditor1999]

Ship bingo: Josh and Stefon

So because this is an NFL RPF ship...!!

Blue means HELL YEAH, FOR FUCKING SURE, LET'S GOOOOOO BAYBEEE!!!!!!!! 🥳🌟💯���💞

Some explanations though:

--"Aesthetically it's GREAT" because they are polar opposites of each other personality wise, but they still manage to be phenomenal together!! To further give you a more illustrative idea of what exactly I mean, in the gfl Discord, we like to compare Josh to a golden retriever and Stef to a black cat. 🖤💛🐈‍⬛🐶

Also in terms of aesthetics, I love seeing Stef be super into clothes/fashion and then Josh is usually out there in hella casual team apparel most of the time 😅

So even though their aesthetics don't match, they don't have to, as they perfectly complement each other as they are!!!

In fact, them not matching while also perfectly complimenting each other is the aesthetic!!!!!!

--"I want to kiss them" simply because they are both cuties ☺️💓 Just a little peck is all I want!! They very much deserve to be majorly loved on, but they can hopefully do that for each other 🤩😉💞

--"They make me unwell", "relationship goals"...I always think about how they talk about each other to the press, especially when the other one isn't there!! They are always hyping each other up and aren't afraid to defend the other while also being so positive in general when speaking about each another!!

Also, Stef was quoted as saying that he wants to get Christmas pictures with Josh 🥺🥹🤧💚🎄📸

And another thing he said is that he can see himself growing old with Josh!!!

Both of these things are big reasons why these two squares apply to how I feel about them. 💙🩵

Meanwhile, here is what red ones mean:

1). "I really need this to be canon"--as "canon" as RPF can get, which to me means that they would actually come out together (and maybe even kiss!!), but of course I know that they don't owe us anything and that their own, private business is just that!!

At the same time, I do think that it would be cool and valid if they did ever decide to formally/officially announce their romantic partnership 🥰

2). "I like it in theory", "I'm open to it"--A lot of RPF is simply ✨theories✨ and ✨vibes✨ so even though Josh and Stef are super obvious all of the time with what they say about each other and also in regards to how they act when around one another, they are still just a theoretical ship overall.

That being said, most ships are theoretical, even the fictional ones that end up being canon fr FR, so yeah--I am (super!!) open to them and am definitely willing to continue to watch their relationship play out!!!

3). "I'd die for them"--because of the things that they say to one another and how they always act!!!!!!! They are so in love with each other that I'm like YEAH, but at the same time, my trifecta of Tom, Rob, and Julian will always be the ultimate "I will go DOWN with this ship" to me.

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In conclusion, I truly love Josh and Stefon so much 🥺🥹🤧💗

They were meant to meet and be on the same team together and I have a strong feeling that they are gonna be together for long time, even after they retire and become Hall of Famers!!! ❤️❣️♥️

Thanks for asking about them, anon!!! 😊🌟💯🔥💞

[bentosandbox]

More sporadic Lone Trail ramblings/TLs

prev one here this time more about the saria/kirsten/mumu trio and fanservice and the CGs in general spoiler warning etc etc

1

(From 4-END) Silence asks Saria if she's incapable of standing against Rhine Lab because deep inside she's the same as them and when she finally answers she's like

......I'm sorry, Silence. I did think about it thoroughly, but I can't give you a definitive answer. If Kirsten's experiment does touch a law that should not have been, then I will stop her, just like all the mistakes Rhine Lab has committed over the years-- they ought to be corrected, for I have always believed, the more power one holds, the less they should act recklessly. But if I were to go back in time, to the moment where Kirsten and I first met, when everything had yet to transpire...I would not have stopped her then, nor the birth of Rhine Lab. Yes, even if I knew that Rhine Lab would create this many Catastrophes, even if I could have predicted that Kirsten, Parvis and Ferdinand would eventually grow out of control-- I would still have stood together with them as I did.

(From 5-END) Mumu:

Did you know? Back then, Saria and I even picked out Kirsten's clothes. Yup, Saria cares about fashion more than she does! (Control truly only has 1[or 2 lol] things in her brain)

Yara (HR and the one responsible for Silence2's outfit) is basically kind of a parent figure to Kirsten 🥹 (so I guess they're a parallel to Silence and Iffy...)

uhm what else. the 3 of them used to go stargazing together and in a flashback mumu picks up a (shiny) rock

Mumu: Kirsten, see that rock on the ground? What does it look like? Kirsten: ...... Mumu: It's like Saria, right? It's so hard(like, firm) and yet it shines so 'perfectly'! Kirsten: ...Like the stars.

idk how global is going to do this part but in CN (and in JP?) Rhine Lab is literally 'Rhine Life' and mumu asks if Kirsten really wants to name it that instead of something like 'Rhine Physics' since she 'just wants to fly to the sky' and she says no, RL is good, because

I want to know what exactly are the stars we see. I want to know what lies beyond the barrier wrapping around us. I want to know...to see just what kind of land do we live in, if I can really take a look while standing among the stars.......Most of the answers I want are about 'us'.

oh one last one quote out of context for you fic writers Saria (to mumu): You're the same as always. The moment you get a little nervous, you forget just how frail your body is.

2

Love the idea of mumu being doc's bestie/oomfie but her and hol's lines/whatever else have irreparably damaged the AK ecosystem fr tbqhwyf and i thought skadol was bad lol. Now we'll have triple the NTR jokes great amazing wonderful (i launch myself into space)

'But its rationalized they're all the last of their kind!!!!' Justification doesn't fucking matter the damage has been done to their (perceived) characters i want my insane morally fucked up scientists not some generic lonely gf that steals the mc from other girls or some harem bullshit forgot what the term was and i dont want to know

Imagine getting a generic ass cg of 'pov mumu is so sad and helpless and needs your help to rescue her!!' (this happens after and not getting one for the extremely kino saria and mumu fight where you find out more about just how inter-connected the 3 of them were (are…?) and saria is first overwhelmed by all the water and she remarks how shes has never seen water(from mm) this turbulent before but within the waves she cant find the elf and all she finds is are sad eyes and tears…I can only feel pity for Mumu fans who don't give a damn about shipping themselves for her. speaking of CGs...

3

AK is clearly inspired and references a lot of IRL media and it shows with their graphic design work (UI, motion graphics etc) here's a link to a Lone Trail analysis but....for some reason the story CGs are quite bereft of the same energy (dare i say passion even lol) imo

ofc CGs are to immerse you in the story etc etc and they're really pretty but

how immersive is a fucking practically copypasted photobashed kirsten (the CG is very beautiful otherwise I love aZling4's rendering style sm.. probably my second favourite CG after the depressing 2nd lobby one you get post-ST4 where......shes also in the same pose.........motherfuckers)

Like man could you not have posed him any other way than hand in pocket with average cosplayer photoshoot lighting

this CG of hol almost getting rekt by saria is pretty weak imo that grip is non-existent nothing much to say (atm) about hol but that i love fanart where she looks/acts like a freak instead of (90% of fanart)

saria literally just fell from almost space back to earth and she looks almost unscathed lol mumu's water can't possibly be that rejuvenating

Maybe it's meant to be kind of incomprehensible but uh when the story went tonight the truth is finally glimpsed by humans for the first time or something I was like ....what is even happening in this picture lol

idk like doing partitioned CGs like how limbus does it would be so good tbh sometimes all they just show is a face and its like ? all that space? I'm guessing the artists have to do the concept/compositions themselves and some just have fresher ideas than others or time constraints etc basically i would just love to see CGs that are references to kino movie shots or something, they love movies so much right??? what about some good cinematography????

Dont want to sound like im flexing my useless veterans card or whatever but like. im a day 0 fan, i played their OBT, i started my acc on day 1, i remember being so excited about this game being so different from the other mobages, i didn't like how GFL was becoming way way more fanservicey then so AK was like a literal noah's ark with a whole bunch of artists ive revered from my touhou days, and now seeing it (inevitably!) slide towards GFL and the average mobage has me like 'well im glad limbus exists they let their women wear pants and be irredeemably insane(looking at you talulah 🥲)'

regardless of all that complaining this might beat italiano perros for favourite event because i was one of those kids with a space phase and something about the trio's dynamic.... (brain chugging) something about water unable to move unshakeable earth (but it can soften though...) that in turn can never reach the sky you know you know just like how a tiger can never be on the same level as a dragon 'real' animal vs mythical

[mint-moon25]

OAHU - 2023 - I - JUST - WENT - AGAIN - 2 - MIAMI -

BEACH - PRETTIER - THAN - PHOTOS - SANDS - R -

WHITER - BUT - NOT - MUCH - GOOGLE - PHOTOS -

HOW - MISLEADING - VERY - ORGANIZED - L SIDE -

WHITE - AND - UGLY -

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SOUTH BEACH

GOOGLE - MAPS - WRONG - AS - USUAL -

EXIT - LINCOLN RD

TURNS - L - LAST - STOP

THEN - WALK - STRAIGHT - ITS - THE YES -

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LINCOLN RD

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LIFEGUARD - SWIM - CLOSE - 2 - THAT YES -

ONE - SHOWER - L SIDE - B 4 - STEPS - TO -

GO - THERE - PRESS - TOP - SHOWER TOP -

STRONG BETTER THAN - PLANET FITNESS -

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NOT - BUS - STOP - COMING - BACK -

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[lostincoloste]

Act 1, Chapter One:

Day 1: The Rook jolted me awake, catching me by surprise as the electrified ball slammed into me, truly only glancing my shoulder, but feeling like a full cannon blast. The Rook was a hulking mass of stone and wood, looming over me, tattered banners and cloth hanging from it. My body tensed and I jump back several feet, backpedaling onto my heels. As Castello, my Rookling companion, was still getting up and shaking itself awake, the Rook launched another chain at me, but I was ready for this time. I dodged the chain with a deft sidestep, and it went flying helplessly through the air behind me before retracting back to the Rook; a time I used to catch the chain and dig my heels into the ground, yanking it with all my might, the Rook’s aim. The Rook tried to shoot me with the electrified ball and chain, but I dodged, placing a nearby tree in between myself and the rook. The ball hit the tree, splintering it nearly to pieces. The wood groaned and swayed, ready to fall with even a slight push, which gave me an idea. I still had one chain in my hand, and the other was still in front of me, about to retract. I threw the one in my hand around the other with all the might I could muster, twisting the heavy iron chains together. As the Rook retracted the chains it snagged the tree, and with a groan the mighty oak toppled, directly on top of and through the Rook. I breathed a sigh of relief, and a grin of triumph grew on my face. I looked to Castlello, who finally was on its feet and was ready to fight, and laughed. Of course it was ready now, as opposed to ten seconds ago. The Rook sputtered and fell dormant, or dead if you prefer. The ache of my shoulder reminded me I wasn’t unscathed, and I could barely lift my arm. Of course my dad was right and I got hurt. I knew I had to press on, and thus went to work seeing what I could pull from the ruin. I searched the Rook's shattered remains and found a crystal that powered its electric attacks, along with a pile of vibrant cloth. I quickly fashioned a sling and cloak from the cloth, using more of the cloth ripped into strips to secure everything to Castlello. I put some more of my travel bags on Castlello that I had planned to, but my shoulder injury meant I wasn’t going to be able to carry as much as I wanted to; and it was a decent sport about it, and only grumpily shook its shutters at me a bit. With Castlello’s help, we pried open some of the chain, and made it much shorter and lighter, suitable for me to use as a weapon. I secured the stone to my belt with a strap, and tied the chain around my hunting hook for easy access. Feeling prepared, I began walking with Castlello, whistling and lamenting my slower speed caused by injury and frequent rests needed.

Something I had failed to really reckon was that I have no idea where I’m going. My vision showed me a far off tower, taller than anything I’d seen. But as the horizon stretched on, all I could see were the walls I’d known my whole life, the towering forest to the east, and the foggy emptiness of the western ocean. I elected to search the forest, it was the opposite of the direction the Rooks came from and most likely to hide a tower, without having to brave the walls. The way the forest covers the light of the brazier makes it all feel... spooky. Like I’m a kid in one of dad’s fairy tales, and I’ve lost home. I mean, I’m not alone alone, Castlello’s near constant noises remind me that it’s with me; and every now and then one of its windows swings open and the tinny sound of a little music box rings out. I think it’s entertaining itself, and can see it’s feet shuffle and move like it’s trying to move with rhythm. I had no idea it did that, or a rookling could be capable. Hopefully this is confined to Rooklings, I don’t wanna see what a full sized Rook with this sort of mind could do. As the Brazier began to dim, the forest sounds went quiet with a loud crack of a branch from the distance, and I saw someone run in front of me, looking manic, wearing a yellow robe emblazoned with a symbol of a castle. I tried to yell out to him, something about being friendly, but my words got jumbled as I hadn’t spoken since yesterday and my thoughts moved faster than my mouth. It didn’t matter, as he ran away, and threw what looked like coloured crystals on the ground behind him, In my path. Luckily Castlello stepped on one, a blue crystal, and it shattered into a thick chunk of ice. Castlello struggled, and after a few seconds, moved its thick legs and broke out from the ice. I was still moving slower than usual, a benefit from my morning shock therapy; and managed to just be slow enough to avoid getting blasted by the rumble crystals blast that would’ve definitely knocked me clean onto my ass; but the robed man was getting away. I threw my hunting knife at him, more hoping that it might distract him since it was not balanced for a good throw, but my luck held out as it landed squarely in his leg, digging deep enough that he cried out and fell. I caught up to him as he was trying to get up, and pushed him onto his back, and whistled and nodded for Castlello to come and stand over the man; the looming height and weight of my rookling essentially locking the man in place. I asked him why he ran, where he was going, but he didn’t answer me, and instead said the creepiest thing I’ve heard: “Flesh is a lie, Stone is pure. When all is stone, all will be true!” I tried asking him more questions, but he put a purple bundle of herbs in his mouth and started rapidly chewing, and within seconds his eyes fluttered closed. I checked his pulse, which had already weakened, lasting only a few minutes until it went flat. Who was he? I think that sounded like some sort of Cult motto, and I don’t know if he didn’t want to be found by me specifically or by anyone, but he clearly was hiding something. I patted down his robes; which felt wrong but if he possibly knew anything about my vision I couldn’t risk not finding something because I got the ick. Luckily I did, too, he had a weird hand drawn map, with drawings of specific trees and vague instructions leading to what looks like a staircase; I think this is the lead I needed! He also had a few solid silver and gold rook pieces, highly sought after by traders and anyone who works on Rook mechanisms, which is a score!

And honestly, the map was surprisingly useful, the trees that it showed were surprisingly distinct and with only a few hours of backtracking, I’d found the stairs. They went high, but I could see a part of the wall the jut out and the stairs went into; hopefully there was an opening there too but it was too high up and the brazier had dimmed to just a cool light; there was no way of seeing where these stairs really led. I know Castlello probably doesn’t get tired what with being powered by magic and not having muscles, but it seemed relieved when I dropped the bags from mine and it’s backs, and it plopped down with a mighty thud and promptly drew the curtains behind its windows, and was soon non responsive. I set up a small lean to against the stairs, and ate a bit more of the jerky and berries I had brought, though I would have to hunt soon; if I didn’t find a town to rest at. Day 2: Today wasn’t worth writing about. I climbed stairs all day, and I stink of sweat and dirt. I tried to appreciate the view from the midpoint of the stairs, until I saw my town. Stonebrook had attracted another Rook, this one was massive too. Like the wall of a fortress, it had plopped itself into the creek that ran through town, and split the town in two, and made passing through to the other side impossible. I didn’t look after that. But at the top, I found a very small door, leading into a dark hallway, roofed and until by the Brazier. I’ll journey in tomorrow; at least it’s too small for a rook to follow me. Day 3:

The air had smelled weird there, musty, and a little sour. Luckily, the bioluminescent mushrooms that dotted that corridor had kept it easy to see. I had run into somebody else that day; at first, I had been terrified. He had looked like a human-sized Rook, carrying a massive hammer, until I had gotten closer and had seen that he had just been wearing armor fashioned from a fallen Rook. He had also seemed spooked, as when I had called out to him, he had screamed and had pulled out his hammer, holding it in front of himself defensively. I hadn’t approached, as I hadn’t wanted to fight anyone, and he had been backing away, despite the fact that my hands had been clearly in the air. He had yelled something in a language I hadn’t understood and had kept backing up before breaking into a dead sprint. I hadn’t known what had him so spooked. Hopefully, he hadn’t come back with goons, or maybe I could have met him again and cleared things up. I had felt somewhat ill, thinking that there had been something up with the air in that corridor. I had known that I had only been journeying for three days, but I had missed talking to people. Castlello hadn’t been a good conversationalist and had seemed to disagree with me on many fronts, if I had interpreted the door slamming sound correctly. I had wished that mom had told me how she had communicated with her Rooklings. Hopefully, I had found her soon. It had been the mushrooms! I had walked past one, and it had had a light puff, spores shooting into the air. Its luminescent color had changed for a moment to a soft pink, and then I had felt violently ill. My brain had felt fuzzy, and I had sworn that Castlello had been speaking to me, saying some very rude things about the animals we had seen the other day and yelling about chivalry and honor. I had had to sit down, and Castello had toddled off without me. I hadn’t had any idea how much time had passed before it had come back, but when it had, it had carried glowing blue liquid in a bottle balanced in its mouth/drawbridge. It had nudged me until I had taken the bottle, and then it had nudged me more until I had drunk it. It had tasted foul, like rotten food mixed with hot sauce! I hadn’t been able to handle the flavor, and it had made me sick, vomiting a glowing sick. Once I had finished getting sick, my head had been clear, and I had been able to see about fifty paces ahead of me, where a long-dead skeleton had been with a belt full of these glowing potions. I had guessed that Castlello hadn’t been gone for very long, since the belt had been short one bottle. After a couple of seconds, I had risen to my feet, still feeling bad but no longer tripping out. I had noticed again that my vomit had been glowing and had tiny mushrooms in it, which had been concerning. Hopefully, this alchemist had figured out a permanent solution with their potions. I had grabbed the rest and had kept walking in ill silence until I had gotten to the end of the corridor. It had been hard to tell time in dark passages, and the brazier had been a soft red as I had emerged, which had worked for me. I had been exhausted. Another great forest had stretched out in front of me, unfamiliar and colder than the one downstairs. Bluish-green pine trees had risen high into the sky, the pine needles had glistened and had been touched by frost, and the forest had expanded as far as I could see. At least Rooks hate forests... I whistled as I made my camp on the stair-edge, uncertain of myself. This was the farthest I’d ever been from home, the only person who went farther was mom and Skully, the tradesman. And now me. And I’d slain a Rook, and passed through a wall! I felt that somewhere, my mom could feel what I’d done and was proud of me.

[with-love-from-hell]

Pet Names (Part 1)

The Obey Me! Brother’s and dateables pet names for Mc.

Find part two here

For each brother, I gave a three different name types: general, romantic, and teasing. A general name is used on a pretty regular basis (whenever addressing you without using your name).  A romantic name is used in special circumstances- like when they are trying to be more affectionate or comforting. A teasing name is used during times when they are more flirty or playful (or during sexy time).

<<I fully intend on making a part two with Mc’s nicknames for the brothers and dateables! This took a long time and a lot of thought so I hope you all like it.>>

 written for a GN!Mc who has a pre-existing romantic relationship with the brothers or dateables (whichever one is your fav!)

Cw: swearing, somewhat sexually suggestive, maybe spoilers for lessons 16+?

EDIT: fixed this one to be truly Gender Neutral. I went back through it and cringed so here's the updated one

Lucifer

General: Love

Lucifer is a old-fashioned man, and I feel like he would stick with a tried and true pet name daily use. He would probably add “my” from time to time, especially when feeling more possessive or jealous.

“Thank you assisting me with my brothers, love. I know they can be a handful.”

Romantic: Darling

 Again, Lucifer tends to go for the oldies (but fr who wouldn’t love to be called Darling by him? Ugh my heart is melting just thinking about it). He tends to use this pet name when he has been neglecting time with you because of his busy work schedule, or when he wants to do something particularly romantic. As with “love,” he may add a “my” to it.

“Are you ready to go? You look absolutely radiant tonight, my darling.”

Teasing: Angel, Lamb

I know, I know- but bear with me. I feel like it isn't lost on Lucifer that you are the best thing that has happened in his life, and he cant understate the lightness he feels around you. However, because I feel like this man has at least a little bit of a sacrilege kink, he would probably only call you angel when he is being more flirtatious. Obviously, your connection to Lilith is not lost on him and he very much knows that Angel blood runs in your veins. “Lamb” is used in a similar (mildly sacrilegious) way, and is often a teasing reminder of how vulnerable you are here- a sheep amongst wolves. He may add “my,” “little,” or “precious" to the name as well!

“Now, Angel. You know well what your touch does to me.”

“My my, daring today- arent we, little lamb?”

 Mammon

General: Babe

Another guy who goes for the tried and true pet name. Mammon may have even forgotten your name at this point because he calls you babe ALL. THE. TIME. Like it’s never ending tbh. Sometimes he may switch it up and call you “Baby,” but Babe is his usual go to!

“Hey Babe! I got an idea for making some quick Grimm! You in?”

Romantic: Boo

I feel like the first time Mammon calls you "Boo", he runs out of the room in a blushing mess. You probably thought he was corny af, but you’d be lying if you'd say you didn’t feel your cheeks grow warm at the sound of it.. Mammon tends to only bring out “boo” when you had a really rough day and are needing some comfort, or when he does something extra sweet for you.

"M’sorry your day sucked, Boo. I got something for ya to make it all better!”

Teasing: Sexy, Human

Yep. Master flirt Mammon over here. When he is feeling a little restless in the nether region he will switch from “babe” to “Sexy.” You know exactly what he wants when he changes his tune. He will also continue to use "Human" as a teasing way to refer to you like he did before, though you can tell it feels different hearing it now.

“Com’ere, Sexy. Come spend some time with the Great Mammon! Wait...Oi! What do ya think you're doin', Human?!”

Leviathan

General: Player 2, Henry

Levi definitely sticks to the nicknames you had when you guys were just friends, and honestly they fit your relationship perfectly. You love the meaning behind them, and because they really do make you feel important to him. He may add a “my” to the beginning too if hes feeling more jealous.

“Lets go back to my room, Henry! A new episode of [inset long anime title] is on tonight!”

“Are you going to be joining me for a raid later? I need my player 2!”

Romantic: Manami

Levi would definitely have a more unique pet name when feeling more romantic. The name can mean a few different things, depending on how its written in Kanji, but that just makes it all the more special. It can mean beauty, love, sea, or truth- all of which Levi thinks of when he looks at you. He will use this pet name when wanting to express his emotions when words evade him.

“Manami…I...I just cant tell you how much you mean to me.”

Teasing: Normie

Obviously he’d go for the low blow- the name hes been calling you since you met him. He doesn’t see you as a “Normie” anymore though- he just knows it just gets a little under your skin. Levi uses this name when he’s in the mood to tease you- or rather when you’re teasing him and he doesn’t have a comeback. Or when you're flirting with him and he gets too flustered to even move.

"GAh! W-what do you think you're d-doing?! Like I’d even fall for some Normie tactics!”

Satan

General: Hun, Bella/Bello/Bell

Simple man, simple pet names. He doesn’t feel like it has to be anything too extensive- which makes the others he calls you all the more special. He will use “Hun” or an iteration of "Bella" about as often as he uses your actual name, so its not excessive, but it still warms your heart every time you hear it.

“Ah, thank you for joining me today, Bell."

"Hun, don't waste your time entertaining Mammons antics. You'll catch his stupid."

Romantic: My Everything

When Satan has the feeling that you may be experiencing some insecurity, or when you’ve had a really bad day, he will use this pet name. And boy, is it effective. He will hold you close and gently coo to you while you relax into his embrace.

"You mean more to me than the world. You are my everything.”

Teasing: Kitten

(Look i know that yall are probably sick of seeing this one but I totally think it fits with his personality so fight me). Again, simple, but effective. Satan often goes to calling you “kitten” when he is feeling more flirtatious, and will always use it around his brothers when he is feeling a little jealous of you spending time with them. Often it comes out when he’s feeling pent up and impatient for your attention. When you hear this one, you know what he needs, and he needs it now.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. I won't bite...hard.”

 Asmodeus

General: Darling, Doll

Asmo is the king of pet names and he will call you anything and everything that he sees as endearing. His go-tos are usually Darling or Doll- probably because he sees you as darling, and also views you as a doll he can makeover and spoil whoever he wants. Sometimes he will call you both in one go, and will add a “Light of my life”- especially when you’re frustrated with him.

“Darling! Doll! Light of my life!! I’ve missed you so much!”

Romantic: Ma Bella/Bello/Bell

Oh you know Asmo pulls out all the stops when he wants to be romantic. He will even have a little French accent when he coos this pet name at you. He will also use it when he upsets you- like if he is a little too flirty with another demon, or when he's spent a little too much time with his fans during your time together. This is his way of reassuring you are the only one for him.

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, Ma Bell- you are all I want in this world.”

Teasing: Vixen/Vix

Asmo again goes for a pet name from a well-known sensual language when he is feeling more flirty than usual (which you didn���t really think was possible at first). He often will throw out more pet names when he is in the mood, but once he pulls out “Vixen," you know he means business. Get ready for the night of your life.

"Well now, it appears the Vix(en) has bitten off a little more than they can chew, hmm?"

 Beelzebub

General: Sugar

Look, we all know Beel loves food and I promise you he does not only use food to reference you, because frankly you mean MORE to him than that, so he will put some effort into other nicknames. But for generally referring to you, “Sugar” just...feels right. He uses this pet name just about as much as your normal name, making sure not to over do it.

“Oh good, you're home.. Do you want to go to Madam Screams with me, Sugar?”

Romantic: Sunflower

You are probably one of the best things to happen to Beel in this entire world, and the way you make him feel after you entered his life he compares to how the sun light felt in the celestial realm: Warm, inviting, and safe. But you also remind him of a flower with your gentle and delicate nature (plus you smell really good). So he will refer to you as “Sunflower” when you’ve had a particularly hard day, or when he has been really craving your attention. He may toss a “my” before them as well.

“Oh, my sunflower. Do you need a hug? Or maybe a snack? What can I do to make you feel better?”

Teasing: Tiger

Beel often gets flustered and rarely flirts with you intentionally, but he will swallow the nervousness when you flirt with him first. When he is in that special mood, he will often move to call you “Tiger”- a nod to the power you tend to have over him and these feelings he doesn’t quite yet comprehend.

“alright...relax now, Tiger. I'll give you everything you need, and more.”

 Belphegor

General: Baby

Belphie doesn’t get too creative with his general pet name for you, and he will only refer to you as "Baby" when none of his brothers are around. Mostly because one time he used it in front of Asmo and he made a scene about how cute it was. Belphie isn't "cute," you know ):<

"Ugh…Baby? what is it? Why did you wake me?

Romantic: Flower

Belphie has many regrets, and one of them was viewing your delicateness as a weakness. The gentle way you stroke his hair as he drifts off to sleep drives him wild, and when he is feeling especially affectionate, this nickname will come out. He will also use it to soothe you after a nightmare or when you’re upset. Sometimes he will change it up by adding “my” or “precious” to it!

"Shh...come closer, my precious flower. let me take care of you tonight."

Teasing: Dork, Nerd

Yep. Belphie is one of those boyfriends who teases you ALL the time. And I feel like Belphie definitely uses "Dork" or "Nerd" in a mixture of teasing and flirting. He uses it to refer to you with the confidence of a 13-year old boy in the 90s who thinks he just gave the best roast in the world. Honesty, he uses "Dork" enough that it could classify as his general nickname for you.

"Wow, Mc. You are such a Dork."

 Diavolo

General: Darling

Yep, Diavolo is calling you “darling” every second of every hour of every day. Like Mammon, it almost seems like he completely forgot your actual name because he never uses it anymore. His favorite thing is saying it in front of the brothers to make them all jealous.

"Oh, Good morning darling! I hope you slept soundly!”

Romantic: Sweetheart

Simple, yet meaningful. When you’ve had a tough day, he will change up his “darling” chants- using soft coos and gentle shoulder rubs accompanied by calling you “sweetheart.” At first it was a bit odd hearing him call you something other than his trademark, but now its something you almost crave.

“Let me treat you to a massage, Sweetheart. You need it after such a terrible day.”

Teasing: Bae

We all know Diavolo is the KING of being behind on memes and human world trends (after seeing the  “hello fellow kids” meme with Diavolo, I strongly hc that hes like a bad corporate tweet come to life). He doesn’t intend to tease you at first, using it in an endearing way, but after awhile he sees how you cringe and flush bright red when he uses it. When you explain, he thinks it’s hilarious and now he does it on purpose to tease you. He especially uses this around the brothers.

“Ah! Glad you’re finally here! We couldn’t start the meeting without my Bae!”

 Simeon

General: Dear

(Yup I am using this one based on the paws event. But tell me you couldn’t see Simeon calling his s/o “dear” all the time??). Simeon absolutely calls you "dear" all the time and does not give a single shit who is around to hear him say it. He wants the world to know that you chose him. You love the way it rolls off his lips, and the way his eyes sparkle when he calls you "Dear."

"It’s good to see you, Dear. Come, sit next to me. How was your day?”

Romantic: Goddess/Adonis

I think Simeon would definitely use a wayyy over the top romantic pet name for you because he needs it to match his feelings for you. (I also hc that he has a body worship kink and this tracks for that for sure). He often won't call you "Goddess" around anyone else- only in the small intimate moments you share alone together. His cheeks are often hued in bright pink when he uses it.

"You are perfect,  beautiful... A {Goddess/Adonis}, even. Please...let me hold you.”

Teasing: Pookie

He absolutely took notes from the Asmo and Diavolo playbooks in terms of giving you ridiculous pet names to see what will make you cringe when he wants to tease you. You reacted so viscerally to "Pookie" that he just had to keep it around. He doesn’t use it often, but you always find your cheeks reddening and shoot him a soft glare when he does- especially when it’s around others. He always has a sly grin on his face whenever he sees your face flush.

“Oh, wonderful! You're here! Would you mind making some tea, Pookie?"

 Barbatos

General: Precious

I feel like you don’t see Barbatos much because of how often he works, so his pet name for you that he uses on the regular must be special. And I mean, you ARE precious to him, so coming up with this wasn’t super hard. He does make sure to address you as such every time he sees you, no matter who is in earshot.

 “Greetings, Precious. I presume your day is going well?”

Romantic: Darling

When you do get the chance to have some alone time with Barbatos, he ups the anty just a bit to make sure you know he is taking this opportunity to be as attentive to you as possible. “Darling” is his go to for romance because it just fits how elegant you look whenever you both go on a date. He will definitely throw a “my” at the beginning from time to time.

"Oh, my darling. I am elated we get to be in each others company tonight.”

Teasing: Little Rabbit

Barbatos pulls out this one to tease the shit out of you, or to give you warning when you are getting him a bit too hot and bothered. Yep, you bet your ass he I calling you this in order to fluster you when he is down to clown. He absolutely does not use this in front of anyone else though.

"Hmm...perhaps you should think twice before testing my patience, little rabbit.”

 Solomon

General: Dear

Solomon doesn’t care much for pet names usually, so he doesn’t put much thought into calling you “Dear.” However, over time, he felt more and more attached to the word as a descriptor of you- even beginning to attach “my” to it. He calls you “Dear” all the time now, almost never using your name like he did before.

"Would you please hand me that vial over there, my dear?”

Romantic: Mein Stern (german for "My Star")

I feel like after he gets hooked on “Dear,” he would become a little more creative with a more romantic name. Like Levi, his romantic pet name is a bit more unique. He chooses a name reminiscent of the stars because of how brightly you shine above anyone else. I also feel like he would use a different language to convey his affection for you, and since he's lived for so long, there's no way he hasn't learned a ton of different human tongues. He often uses it when he is feeling more affectionate.

“Come closer. I am craving your touch, mein Stern."

Teasing: Vixen/Vix

He got this one immediately out the gate. It almost became your general pet name from him if not for the fact that he gets so turned on just by uttering the name to you. He feels like it describes you perfectly when you both are getting down to it- fierce, determined, and sexy. He may add “my,” “little” or “wild” to it.

“Ah, my little vixen/vix. You are a tough one to tame- not that I'd want to though."

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Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading...Stay tuned for part two!

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First chapter of the next Mysfits' adventure :D

Robin tapped their fingers against their desk. He didn't like school too much. Sure, he liked math, Edmund was nice and Edith was cool, but he was frequently bullied. Especially by Bianca Sampton. Robin didn't like her very much. She'd make fun of him and his friends all the time, regardless of what they did to ignore or stop her. Anaïs had said that she only gets away with it because she's rich and her parents helped fund the school. They sighed. There was only two minutes left of school, and then it'd be a week off of school. "Psst. Rob." He looked to his left. It was Edmund. "Wanna come over to my house tomorrow?" he asked while smiling. Robin had been over at his house so much that it felt like he was hardly at his own. "I'll th-think about it," they replied. Edmund gave a thumbs up and went back to messing with his mechanical pencil. The bell rang, and the kids rejoiced, grabbing their bags and rushing out the door. Only Robin walked, as well as Edith. "Have a nice break you two," their teacher, Ms. Green, said. "You too," Robin said quickly while Edith only nodded. As they walked to the exit, Edith cleared her throat. "So what do you think-."

"Huh?"

"Let me finish my sentence. Of Jack and Erik. It's been a year since, well, you know."

"They're cool, I guess." He was happy to be adopted by them, but deep down he missed his birth parents, he wanted nothing more than to see them again. He did care about them a lot, but it always felt like he didn't truly belong in their home. Edith hummed. "I always thought of them as weird, I mean, Uncle Jack's love for Sprite is not normal." He chuckled a little while Edith remained straight-faced. They arrived outside, where Edmund was waiting for them. "Did you think about it?" he asked, "You said you'd think about it." Edith rolled her eyes. "Teddy he doesn't always have to come over to our house, he needs to spend time away from us every now and then," she said with a frown. Edmund frowned defeatedly. A car horn honked. Edmund's dismal expression immediately lit up. "See ya later Robin!" he shouted as he ran over to his mom's car. Edith walked after him. "Take care." Robin waved good bye when suddenly a force wrapped their arms around him and pushed him to the ground. He looked over to see Anaïs. "Hi Robby!" she said with a big smile. "Ani you're hurting me," he said, sitting up. She giggled. "I can't wait to show you my art today! We made pumpkins!"

"Oh cool." She nodded. "I asked Mr. B if I could make mine pink, and he let me, and then everyone else started to ask if they could use different colors!" She continued to ramble on and on about her day, which Robin didn't mind. He enjoyed hearing what she had to say. Eventually, Jack's car pulled up. Robin and Anaïs got into the backseat, and she greeted Jack in the same fashion as she did with Robin. "How was school, kiddo?" he asked while patting her head. She sat in her car seat and went into detail of her whole day. Since he already heard the whole story, Robin stared out the window as they drove home.

Night time arrived sooner than later. Robin got dressed in his oversized pj's, it was a habit he picked up so he'd always be prepared for a transformation, full moon or no full moon. He was settled in bed with a book when there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" he asked. The door opened to reveal Erik. "I haven't seen you all day, my little songbird," he said, sitting in the chair by Robin's desk. "Well, you have been busy with your latest musical."

"It's not really my musical, I'm just conducting the orchestra," he beamed. His smile faded however as he noticed Robin's unenthused expression. "Is something troubling you?" he asked. They shrugged. "It's the book I've been reading, Peter and Wendy, I don't get why anyone would turn down the idea of never growing up." Erik looked sad, and glanced to the side. "Well, I used to know someone who similarly thought that way for a long time. From what I understand, you'd miss out on a lot of things if you stayed a child forever. Not to mention that you'd miss the ones you love."

"Well, I guess," he sighed, "It's weird. I don't want to get older, but I don't want to stay here forever. I wish that I could be somewhere like that, like here!" They pointed at the book. Erik hummed in thought. "That would be cool I suppose, but Neverland is a fictional place. You could visit it in your dreams tonight," he smiled, pressing his forehead against theirs. "Good night dear."

"Night, Papi."

Robin couldn't sleep very well. He kept tossing and turning in bed. It felt hot in the room, maybe he could crack open the window for a bit. He put his glasses back on and carefully stepped towards the window, and he opened it. The cool, autumn air flowed through the room. He sighed with relief. He looked out at the night sky, at all the twinkling stars in the sky. Maybe he could make a few wishes. He closed his eyes. He wished to go somewhere where he could feel more comfortable, a place that felt fully like home. He opened his eyes, and turned to go back to bed. However, there was a dark shadow on the wall in front of them, one that was not their own. His body started to quiver with fear. He turned around, and his eyes widened. There was a figure standing on the windowsil. His heart started to pound in his chest. The figure, squatted and pulled up the window all the way, and slipped into the room. Robin took a step back. The figure was dressed in earthy greens and browns, and was a bit taller than him, but not like how an adult was taller, more like a middle schooler. The figure had pointed ears and cold looking eyes. The figure grinned and crossed his arms. "You were making a lot of wishes, ya know? Spare some for the rest of us," he laughed. Robin only stared in fear and confusion. "Wh-who are you?" He desperately wanted to run and get Jack and Erik but his body was frozen. "Who else would I be?" Robin studied the figure more carefully before glancing over at the Peter and Wendy book on his side table. No, no it couldn't be, could it?

Pan grinned. "Say, what's your name?" Robin hesitated before mumbling their name. "Nice to meet ya, Robin." He looked him up and down. "You're a big kid, you could be useful around camp." What. "Why don't you come with me, away from this dump? The boys will love you." Robin paused. "Could I br-bring my sister?" Pan wrinkled his nose. "Ew a sister? No, no way. Girls will ruin the vibe of the whole place." Robin glared. "Then I'm not coming with you!" Pan chuckled. "Who said you had a choice?"

Down the hall, Jack heard a scream coming from Robin's room. He immediately jumped out of bed, Erik following suit. He opened the door hastily, seeing only his empty room. The window was wide open. He rushed to it, searching for a sign for them. "Robin!" he shouted, jumping out the window and landing safely on the ground. He ran into the backyard, looking around for his son. Robin's screams could still be heard, but he was no where to be found. He rushed back inside, and went to grab his phone.

Meanwhile Anaïs, who had woken up to the sudden noise, entered Robin's room and looked out the window frantically for him. However something else caught her eye. High up in the sky, rushing towards the stars, were two dark figures. One was flying, the other was thrashing their arms around, crying for help.