#if I ever get to the modern AU in actuality it'll look something like ~that~

[lazysunjade]

M O R N I N G | A F T E R

spoiler: yehl never wins.

[luvvixu]

sinner and saint

content: fluff, modern!au gojo, lowkeybf!gojo, this was written like last year so it's kinda forgotten but whatevs, im sure he's that guy who would do crazy things like that

a saint and a sinner. that's how people would call a trope like you two have.

you, y/n l/n, a saint—who grew up in a secluded family who thinks morality, being demure, and growing up like a holy being matters the most.

he, satoru gojo, a sinner—who grew up in a harsh environment but that did not stop him from being himself, a reckless little one, a total opposite of you.

but there was something in him that caught you head over heels. you couldn't even describe him properly on how you fell in love with him because your mind is a mess when his name reaches your brain—in a good way though.

all you can say is that he kissed you one time, and there you knew, and there you have it, love blooms whenever he goes.

meanwhile, from his perspective, it was different. satoru thinks you're way too out of league for him. but that does not halt him, either you, to show your full adoration towards each other. being with you is like a grace from above, he did not pray for it nor manifest it, you just came into his life and he found a reason to continue.

"come on, y/n. it'll not be that bad." a voice whispers from your windowsill. it belongs to your lowkey boyfriend, satoru, who snuck out from their house just to have a late night walk with you.

"hush! are you even aware what time it is?!" you whispered-ly yelled, worried for satoru that he might get caught. knowing that you grew up in a strict slash religious slash mentally draining household. of course, discrimination has no escape in your family.

your lover took a glance at your analog clock by the wall, he glanced up to you with a coy smile, decorating those luscious lips. "it's 11:37 pm, my love. you never told me that you do not know how to read an analog clock." satoru said with full cockiness in his tone.

a glare was sent towards the latter's way as you escalated a sigh at his silliness (you admire him for that). how did you even go in this situation? simple, he was reckless and you love him.

well actually, it all started when he passed you a note during school time. the paper itself looked like a contract more than an invitation, it stated that he was hoping you would join him in a late night walk around your neighborhood's vicinity.

you and your boyfriend live nearby each other. that is why everytime the school ends, you two would always go home together (with matching holding hands, of course). thankfully, the gossipers in your town did not suspect the two of you at all. with extreme carefulness and instinct, the two of you manage to hide your relationship from everybody.

and occasionally, he would steal a kiss from you when it's late and no one was nearby. this always never fails to make your stomach feel like there's a whole sanctuary of butterflies dancing inside.

"i did not even agree with this thing you're saying." back to the present, satoru has been nagging you constantly about this late night walk he's been excited about.

"but you did not disagree, either. So, i guess now that I'm here, you could make up your mind?" satoru planted his hand on his cheeks, looking at you so innocently.

did I mention that he was still literally dangling outside? like his feet were still planted on the roof that he climbed just to be here in your room.

"what if we got caught?" you mumbled, slowly walking back and forth, a habit of yours whenever you feel anxious.

"oh sweetheart, come here." he made you kneel by the window. his warm hands made you feel secure as he cupped your face, looking dead straight in your eyes.

"listen, you know that i would not do anything that will put you in danger, am I right?" you nodded, making satoru smile before planting a small peck right in your nose. "if we ever got caught, which i don't think will be happening in this current situation, i would be fully accountable and i would face the consequences alone."

"don't say that." your eyebrows immediately submerged into a frown.

"say what?"

your fingers reach for his face too, delicately caressing every inch of the face you love. "it's unfair that it would be only you who is at fault. i now want this too. don't taint your name alone with the mistakes we both make." there's a hint of pain and upset in your voice, which did not go unnoticed by your lover.

satoru immediately places a kiss on your forehead to cease the frown forming in your frame. "hey. i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to invalidate you. i just want what's best for you." he noticed your tense muscles suddenly came to loose, kind of relieved from what he said to you.

"you're the best for me." you let out your sweetest smile that even ants might get diabetes. you could also see your satoru blushes as his cheeks in your palm suddenly become more warmer and the tip of his ears are visibly red.

"ooh~? someone's blushing?" you teasingly said. the gentleman in front of you chuckles as he takes your fingers and kisses all of your fingertips.

"mmh…i am, indeed." his voice is so sultry that it was your turn to blush—maybe harder than he was earlier.

the couple giggled to each other as they continued to exchange endearing words and sweet little kisses. teenage love is really sweet. for sure when they grow up, this kind of memory would be stamped permanently in their brains.

"this might sound cheesy to you but whatever, i'm just going to say what I want to say."

"alright, but first, why don't you come inside? i'm worried you might get a cold from hanging out there…"

"eh, this is more convenient since you're coming out with me." he just offered you a thumbs up before proceeding to his next speech. you waited for him patiently with a gentle smile decorating your lips.

"as i was saying, whenever you would run your fingers through my hair as we watched the lights of the city go wild, you kept your eyes to me—only to me. at first, it feels wrong but you make it enough just to make it right."

"because i never thought that i would end up with you. a living goddess, a saint, a careful daughter—you're way too opposite of me. but, whenever i see you smile, i...i can see the sparks fly."

"i remember it all, that summer afternoon of July 7th—you held my hand and led me towards the staircase of our classroom building. you whisper my name ever so slowly and softly, and then you say you love me. god! that made me get so captivated by you, everything blooms like a fireworks show."

his blue eyes dived deep inside your own, swimming further as he got lost by your warmth. it held pure praise and adoration for you, and only you. every inch of his body screams that you only own him. That applies the same to you as to satoru.

"so, my love, would you like to go out with me?" your lover lends out his hand, encouraging you to join him into a reckless adventure. with tears slowly formulating in your eyes, you manage to let out a contented laugh—clearly touched by his confesst.

"do I really have to say anything when you literally told me a while ago the reason why you have decided to stay there by the window is that it is more convenient since you're coming out with me?"

satoru blushes slightly. "oh shush! don't make me embarrassed and just say your answer."

your eyes disappeared as you gave her your signature eyed smile, something you would only do when you feel extremely happy.

"whenever there's you, i will always follow you."

"is that a yes?" sometimes, your boyfriend is a big mood killer with his stinky ass jokes that make you want to throw him into the ocean and feed to those little fish who need his nutrients.

"do you not hear what i have said?" your eyes squint over his mischievousness.

"said what?"

this mother—

"okay, i changed my mind. goodnight." without a second thought, you turned your heel away and started to lay down on your bed.

"wait! No, no ,no! my love, i'm just joking—like really! i am just so happy you accepted my offer." you saw satoru struggle to stop you through your peripheral vision, it makes you smile but you remembered that you're annoyed, so you stop yourself.

"hmph! let's just go, we still have class tomorrow." he smiled at your answer before helping you to sneak out through the window.

mumbling some careful words, both of you successfully touch the ground without making any noises. a harsh wind of the night blew within your skins, as you were only wearing a thin fabric of your nightgown.

"here. good thing i bought you some of my extra hoodies." you grin at your boyfriend's caring attitude as he even helps you wear it.

the walk around your subdivision is just perfect and calming. just you and satoru, walking hand in hand, swaying your collided hands occasionally. the moon and the stars above are twinkling, serving as your light along with the light posts near the sidewalk.

"i've always wanted to do this, walking alone with you. i like it that it's just the two of us, i could kiss you anytime i want." you punched his arm weakly and told him to cut it out, but satoru was serious with his words.

"i love you—"

*drip*

"it's raining? damn, i should've checked the weather first." you man mumbles under his breath and was about to pull you to the nearest shelter when you held his hands. stopping, his blue eyes trailed at you with confusion.

"let's just stay here for a while."

"but baby, you might get sick."

"i won't." you let out a laugh as you pull satoru in the middle of the road, inviting him for a waltz. his hands slowly trail on your curves as you wrap your arms around his neck.

two eyesights are swimming to each other's gaze, drowning themselves with love and neverending adoration.

both of your foreheads are leaning to each other, still swaying and hands are clasping. satoru blew a peck on your nose, he could feel the coldness from the rain—but it was just right because of how the distance of your bodies brings warmth to each other.

"y/n, can i kiss you?" satoru's blue eyes bore into your own orbs, filled with extreme love and adoration towards you.

"you don't have to ask me." answering with the same loudness and softness, you smiled at your lover.

gently, satoru adjusted his grip on your waist before slowly capturing your lips with his. the dynamic rhythm of your kiss matches the dampness of the rain, creating a romantic air within your vicinity.

this is perfect. you couldn't ask for more, he couldn't ask for more. once again, teenage love is indeed very sweet when you're with that one memorable person. in this case, you and satoru are that memorable person.

who knew that a sinner and a saint had this fascinating chemistry?

©luvvixu2023

[ataliagold]

the edges of your soul i haven't seen yet

This came from wanting to expand on the ideas in 'you're the only one who knows, you slow it down', but consider this a new fic with very similar ideas. I'm not sure how long it'll be yet, but here's the first chapter. Title from Forever by Noah Kahan.

Also on AO3 here.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: T (currently)

Tags: modern au, no upside down, autistic steve, steve has a service cat, eddie and steve fall in love while working at a farmers' market, stimming, autistic meltdowns/shutdowns/stimming, platonic soulmates steve and robin, eddie is a sweetheart

Summary: Eddie's reluctantly helping Wayne with his produce stall at the farmers' market. He's resigned himself to a boring summer - until a new face shows up at the market to run a baking stall with his best friend. Steve is...odd, like no one Eddie's ever met.

And it doesn't take him long to fall head over heels for him.

___

Chapter One

Eddie isn’t particularly enjoying his morning.

Not yet, anyway.

He grunts as Wayne loads another box into his arms, adjusting his footing under the weight of the produce, of apples and pears, oranges and grapefruit, of avocados and sweet potatoes and carrots and lettuces…

“Right, that’s the last of it,” Wayne announces, dusting his hands off and locking his pick-up behind him.

“Thank fuck,” Eddie grumbles. He makes his way towards their stall, cursing as he trips a little and loses an apple or two. There’s sweat dripping down his spine already, this summer proving to be particularly hot and humid even at eight fucking thirty a.m.

But Eddie had promised Wayne he’d help him out at the farmers’ market this weekend, since he had nothing better on, since his friends had actually gotten in to colleges and were busy getting ready to move away, since Eddie had been sort of…left behind, with nothing to do but trail after his uncle like a bad smell.

He does as he’s told. Sets the boxes down where Wayne points, helps him set the produce out, puts the little cardboard signs with the prices scribbled on them at the front of the table.

Once that’s finished, Eddie sinks into a plastic camp chair with a sigh, reaching for an apple and loudly crunching into it, ignoring the half-hearted glare Wayne shoots back at him.

There’s only a couple of people here this early – mostly other stall-holders setting up, the occasional dog-walker taking a non-committal glance at the wares, an old lady or two with purses clutched close to their middles.

It’s gonna be a boring morning.

Eddie chucks his headphones on, cranks the music as loud as he’ll get away with, and settles in for several hours of withering in the heat and making sure no one pockets an extra pear.

Eventually, his gaze wanders.

Wayne’s talking to a customer, something about the growing season for oranges or some shit, when Eddie claps eyes on the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

He sits up. Swallows, stares because he can’t help it.

There’s a literal god unfolding a table not far away, placing a thin yellow blanket on the top, smoothing it out just so. He’s about Eddie’s age, all olive skin dotted with moles and broad shoulders and golden hair that’s fallen effortlessly into place. Glasses frame his face, his perfect fucking face with those pink lips and square jaw, and even from here Eddie can see the look of concentration on the boy’s face, his brows slightly drawn together as he tucks the blanket in at the corners, as he readjusts several times to make sure it’s completely straight on the table.

A light smack to his knee jolts Eddie out of his daze, forces him to drag his gaze reluctantly back to Wayne. Wayne, who’s frowning at him, shaking his head.

“Turn your damn music down, Eds,” Wayne huffs, “need ya to dig me out some change.”

Eddie doesn’t argue. Lets Wayne believe he was distracted by his music, not by the boy several stalls over.

He rifles through their tin of change, picking out a few quarters, and then sneaks a look back again.

The boy’s bent over the table, light-wash jeans pulled tight across his ass, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s openly gaping at the guy right now but he can’t fucking help it. It’s a baking stall, by the look of the cupcakes and cookies the boy’s currently placing out on the table, tongue poking ever so slightly out of his mouth as he works. The boy pauses for a moment in front of the table, as if assessing his wares for anything out of place.

“Eddie!” Wayne says again, exasperated. “You got that change, or what?”

Eddie snaps his mouth shut. Turns back to Wayne, hands him the change which his uncle takes with a shake of his head. Once the customer has left with a paper bag of carrots in hand, Eddie makes a decision.

“You want a cookie?” he asks Wayne.

“Huh?”

“A cookie,” Eddie repeats, slowly.

Wayne looks down at his watch. “It’s barely gone nine a.m.”

“So? I’m getting one. You want one, or not?”

After Wayne declines, Eddie heads off with a shrug, making straight for the tall boy still frowning down at his baking, thumb drawing anxious patterns on his index finger.

As he approaches, Eddie’s words die in his throat.

He’d planned on flirting. Was ready to try and charm the pants right off this boy, as quickly as he decently could.

But the closer he got, the more the butterflies began in his stomach.

Because somehow, he only got more attractive with every step Eddie took.

And yeah, he wasn’t usually one for ironed polos and blue jeans and bright white Nikes that looked meticulously clean, but Eddie’s cheeks were reddening and his heart was pounding when he reached the stall.

The boy didn’t turn around at his approach.

Not until Eddie clears his throat a little awkwardly, hand brushing over the back of his neck. Sheepish. Shy. Two things he’s never been in his whole fucking life.

“Uh…hi,” Eddie starts.

The boy’s eyes widen behind his glasses. His hands grasp each other, almost frantically, and his gaze darts from Eddie, to the table, to somewhere off behind him. He opens his mouth briefly, but closes it again without speaking.

Huh, Eddie thinks.

Well, maybe the guy’s even shyer than he is right now.

Eddie tries again. “I saw you setting up, looks good. The…the baking, I mean, not…not you setting up. Well, that too, honestly, but I thought…” Eddie trails off, internally kicking himself.

You fucking idiot, Munson.

The boy blinks at him.

When he still doesn’t speak, Eddie shifts from foot to foot a little, then finally steps over to the table.

“Well, I’m just gonna have a look, if that’s ok?”

The boy nods. Quick, his head jerking a little, the movement stiff and awkward.

Eddie feels his eyes boring into his back as he scans the table. There’s cupcakes with piped-on frosting in several different patterns but all of them yellow, matching the boy’s soft polo that was clinging unfairly to his chest. There’s slices of brownies, cookies of varying flavours, apple pie and cinnamon donuts and red velvet cake and shortbread…

“Did you make all of these?” Eddie asks, a little in awe.

Polo-boy nods, not meeting Eddie’s eye. He’s wringing his hands, clenching his jaw, repeatedly glancing over Eddie’s shoulder as if he’s looking for someone.

“Shit, that’s…there’s so much different stuff here, how long did it take you?” And Eddie’s genuinely curious, he’s not just talking for the sake of it, for the purpose of squeezing at least a word or two out of this guy. Because everything on that table was meticulous – the cookies perfectly round, the pie sliced into completely even pieces, not even a stray dribble of batter or frosting on the cupcake liners (also yellow, Eddie noted) – there’s so much effort gone into this, and Eddie’s impressed.

The boy wants to speak, it looks like.

Eddie waits while he opens and closes his mouth a few times, flapping a hand in front of him.

“Hey Stevie, everything ok?”

A girl wanders over with several cake boxes in her arms, glancing between Stevie and Eddie. She’s got short hair, a dusting of freckles across her face, and a yellow top on to match the boy in front of Eddie, who relaxes a tiny bit as soon as he sees her.

He nods, but doesn’t stop clenching his hands together over his stomach.

The girl puts the boxes down, and steps over to the boy.

“Hey, it’s ok,” she murmurs softly, “we talked about this, remember? You’re fine, just…take a breath, ok?”

Eddie turns away from them. Senses this isn’t a conversation meant for him, and brings his attention back to the table, pretending he’s just…really interested in cupcakes all of a sudden. But he’s only a couple of feet away, and the girl doesn’t seem to care that he can overhear.

“Has he asked to buy something?”

“No.”

It’s the first time Eddie’s heard the boy speak. His voice is quiet, not much above a whisper, but Eddie wants to hear more of it.

“He wanted to know how long it took me,” the boy continues, “to make everything.”

“Ok…so did you answer?”

“No. Wanted to.”

“Your words get stuck?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Well, that’s ok. Here, I’ll help you.”

“Robin -”

“You gotta try, Stevie. You can do it, come on.”

Eddie turns back to them as Robin tows the guy – Stevie? – over by his sleeve.

“Hi.” She grins at Eddie, and the boy stands slightly behind her, looking down at his feet. “This is Steve, I’m Robin. It’s our first time at a market and Steve’s kinda nervous. Can we help you with anything?”

Eddie’s eyes flick back to Steve, to his red cheeks and long eyelashes. His heart thuds in his chest.

He smiles at them. “I’m Eddie, my uncles got a stall just over there.” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “We sell fruit and shit. This is really your first day? Your set up is…really nice.”

“Thanks.” Robin beams even wider. “It was all Steve really, he did all the baking too, I’m just here to help out.”

Eddie nods slowly. Steve’s still avoiding his eye, no matter how much Eddie tries to catch it.

Swallowing his disappointment, he points to one of the chocolate chip cookies on the table.

“Can I get one of those, please?”

Robin nods briskly. “Steve, can you sort that?” She nudges him slightly in the side, and Steve springs into action, seemingly happy to give his hands something to do as he grabs a paper bag and looks around the table for something.

He freezes suddenly.

Robin’s back at his side immediately.

“Everything ok?” she asks quietly.

He shakes his head, flaps a hand at the table, face drawn tight in a frown.

“Where’s the…” he mumbles, trailing off.

“The what?” Robin prompts.

Steve bites his bottom lip, hands finding his thighs and tugging at his jeans, frustrated. Seemingly unable to find the word, he brings a hand up to chest height and makes a little snapping motion with his fingers.

“…tongs?” Robin guesses, and Steve nods briskly. “Maybe we left them in the car? I’ll go have a look.”

“It’s fine, you can just use your fingers,” Eddie offers, because he truly couldn’t care less.

Steve shakes his head vehemently, face tightening even further.

“Or…I could grab it?” Eddie tries, but Steve shakes his head again, looking so distressed that Eddie shuts up.

There’s a meow from somewhere behind the table.

A black and white cat emerges from under it, a red collar around its neck, and approaches Steve confidently, pressing up against his legs.

Steve ignores the cat, at first.

He’s digging a thumbnail into the meat of his palm, shuffling from foot to foot every so often, dragging a lip so hard between his teeth that Eddie’s worried he’s gonna make it bleed, and Eddie isn’t sure what to do. He wants to help, wants to somehow soothe the boy, but he isn’t sure how, thinks if he gets any closer to him he’ll only make things worse.

The cats meows again. Presses itself harder up against Steve, stretches up so its little front paws are against his thigh, kneading insistently, refusing to be ignored.

Steve sags a little. Reaches down with a trembling hand, strokes it across the cat’s head, and Eddie can hear the rumbling purr start up from the little creature. He watches as Steve loosens up, as his fingers unclench and his teeth release his lip and the frown fades slowly from his lovely face.

Robin returns, snapping the tongs triumphantly, and hands them to Steve.

He takes them happily and returns to his task, placing Eddie’s chosen cookie into the bag with more care than Eddie’s ever seen from someone serving him food before.

Eddie takes the offered bag, the divine scent wafting out and making his mouth water. Wayne was going to regret not asking for one, he knows.

Steve looks up, catches his eye for the tiniest moment, then his gaze ducks away.

“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie says softly. “This smells great, seriously. And if you guys need anything,” he looks over to Robin to include her, too, “come see me at the fruit stall, I’m just over there.” He points in the direction of Wayne, who’s no doubt getting grumpier by the minute at Eddie’s absence.

Please come, Eddie begs silently, eyeing Steve one last time before he turns away.

“Three days,” Steve blurts out as Eddie starts to walk away.

Eddie pauses, turns back to him.

Steve’s eyes are fixed on his shoes again, and he rocks back and forth on his heels slightly. Robin glances between the two of them, then looks hopefully back at Steve.

Eddie frowns slightly, about to question him, when Steve speaks again.

“It took me three days. To bake everything. Wanted it all to be perfect.”

Eddie smiles, wide and warm.

“It is, Steve.”

___

[strawdool]

Let me tell you Straw, your Modern AU has given me an immense amount of inspiration. At one point I would have liked to write some fanfics around it but it wasn't really in my right to do so, so I didn't. I think I like this AU in particular because in order for Lamb and Narinder to even remotely make it work they have to fight through a ton of issues. I like seeing characters get completely broken by the consequences of their actions and then learn how to fight their own demons. It's also a bit of hit or miss on whether people like this relationship development, but I really like the kind of relationships in fiction where the characters have to really fight for it. It's all well and good to have a story where the characters fall in love instantly and after maybe one calamity or two, they set off in the sunset. But for me, I like the relationships more where you aren't sure where things are going. There's clear signs but the two characters really have to want that relationship to make it work and fight through a lot of problems. It can suck seeing the characters stumble but in the end to me, it's very rewarding that once they have (hopefully) solved said issues, they will probably have a stronger and healthier relationship than most. To me, any kind of foundation that has seen struggle and survived it will always be stronger than one that has never experienced conflict. In other words, a relationship that could survive its issues and find compromise and resolution I think is more likely to last in the end. This is not always the case but in fiction we can force happy endings right? That said though, I have to really wonder if your modern Narinder and Lamb will ever get their act together to actually forge a peaceful and successful life together. I don't know if you have a full story planned out or not but if Narinder has already screwed up to the point of a breakup then there may be no recovery from that. The path forward I see is him finally addressing his problems and trying to turn his life around. As the Lamb, hopefully they can find a life where they're not in threat of the outside world. Maybe the two could eventually reconcile and form a long lasting friendship even if it never fully repairs. I'm just always hoping that characters will learn from their mistakes even though often in real life some people never learn and will constantly do the same horrible things. If I had to say what the most appealing part of your au is, it's the hope aspect. It's the hope that someday Narinder will realize what a trash bucket he is and do something about it. It's the hope that the Lamb can realize their self worth. Maybe it'll end with Narinder, a fully cleaned up man with a plan, formally apologizing to the Lamb for everything he's done and after a cordial conversation he disappears, on to a new life. The Lamb doesn't really know what becomes of him but hopes that he will do some good with his life. Maybe somewhere in the back of their head they'll lament too that Narinder figured things out too late. I don't know, thinking out loud at this point. But hey, this is a very interesting AU and it has sparked far more ideas than just those. So have a good day and I very much look forward to more if you happen to do so.

me when anon goes into a full rant about my au i feel so happy that my au had make you have a lot of inspo <33333

anyway answering your question, Narinder and Lamb spiral after the breakup: lamb bc they were betrayed at their most vulnerable and Narinder trying to justify his bad action with "they deserved it" but deep down knowing he fucked up badly but he doesnt want to accept that and so he doubles down and he gets into a very bad place mentally.

but while Lamb finally opens up to their insecurities and their situations to goat and ratau after all. Narinder had already pushed everyone away; no family, no friends, nothing.

it takes a while until one day Narinder finally comes to the realization how badly he is and starts getting his life together. (i like to say that it all starts with cleaning his apartment lol)

he doesnt contact lamb for a whole year at this point he even got a job and is now reconnecting with his kids, until he remember Lamb and finally accepts that the way he treated them and all the blame the put on them wasnt right.

And so he tries to find them to talk things throught (goes to a point he kinda starts stalking them for a bit) and when he finally gets to them Goat is the one who interrupts him with punching him in the face. but mf doesnt give up which results in him getting his ass beaten many times.

For Lamb and Narinder to finally get on good terms it takes a while, if reconstructing their friendship already took them months, rekindle the romantic relationship its another can of worms that both try to take it slowly and not rush things. Narinder in that he becomes really nervous, afraid to hurt them again and Lamb tries to takes things step by step specially for trusting him again.

[darlingofvalyria]

As lovers, you and Aegon were the best. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst. But he can't help himself, and you're powerless to your own desires. A Halloween Party, more than hard liquor, and glances that attempts to stifle stares of want— everything comes to a catalyst.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ INTOXICATED, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,359 ] [ masterlist ] | Modern!AU Aegon Targaryen II x F!Reader

contains— smut, angsty - exes to lovers, frat parties, college au!, possessive, cheating (not you or aeg), intoxication - messy sex for the messy exes, sorta toxic if you squint - petnames: sweet angel, sweet girl, sweetheart - mention of drug usage, slight hint addiction - nsfw: fingering, overstimulation, marking, dubcon + enthusiastic agreement, degradation, praise kink, dom!aeg— dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, creampie - no betas.

a/n— hopefully this works for the request! it's a little... sadder and smuttier, but hey! ahahah! this is why i don't do daily kinktober. as an overwriter, it's just not possible to be quick jsdhjsh. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

It starts with, "Don't look, it's your ex."

And you pause. You freeze. You physically feel the adrenaline course through each and which way vein in your system, finding the end of your epidermis and hairline. It's a lot and you still have yet to land your eyes on him. The punch you've been offered not long ago that's slowly been condensing between your fingers register in your brain as cold, a drink, alcoholic— that you toss your head back and chug.

You sputter and choke afterward, your friend slamming her hand on your back in sympathy. "F-fuck. That's gross."

"Dude," she nervously giggles. "I don't think you were supposed to throat shot that."

"It tastes chemical, like chugging a nuclear reactor. I don't recommend it either." You exchange each hand to wipe the wetness on your skirt and holding your glass, trying to settle your nerves. "Where is he?"

"Got waylaid by two frat brothers, Dumb and Dumber, I think... think he's chatting up— yep, Frat President, with... an Olsen Twin on his lap. Fuck. I'm sorry, bestie."

You try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Because of course. Aegon is a pretty comet who streaks by, just as pretty and just as infrequent, coming to pass like a godly miracle and people just devours him.

Because he's Aegon, always the shiniest star, the bestest friend, somehow everyone's first something. First kiss, first messy hookup, first 'and he did this thing with his tongue, oh my gods, I saw five stars and the moon!', etcetera.

You aren't his first love and you sure as shit aren't going to be his first heartbreak. You wonder how many heartbreaks it'll be tonight; there's a running tally of three heartbreaks within one party, a fantastical rumour, a proud, mysogynistic chidding between male friends— before you got together with him, before your sphere ever clashed with Aegon Targaryen when he too was just a comet to you, a moon, an asteroid— always on orbit but always outside, unknown to the taste of his lips when he giggles between kisses, nor the pretty sighs when your fingers find the bulge in his pants.

Fuck. You're getting teary and you're in your first Halloween party since breaking up with Aegon. You got dressed up and had gotten your makeup done by your more creative friend.

You need to stop wasting emotions and cruelly painful thoughts for the star haired boy.

"Fuck it. Where's the hard drugs?"

Your friend snorts. "I'm not letting you do hard drugs. I am going to do very nice grass with you from very nice people on the sofa already hallucinating."

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

Aegon didn't see you the first time he arrived, but he will always, always find you in a crowd.

It's your laughter that triggers it this time, a sound embedded in his bones that he turns like a dog at the sound, as if finding his master. And then you're there, loose and happy, his heart stuttering at the pure joy and fun in your face, in your body, as you swayed slightly the beat, holding a freshly emptied shot glass.

He swallows. Fuck. You're still so pretty.

Your makeup is done sharper, your lips glossy and bright— a cherry red. His mouth watering when you pout dramatically at your friend, the pulsing lights caressing every dip and bow, every curve and edge of you. Your hair is loose, framing your face with a fake, paper halo over your head that sparkles in glitter, matching the body glitter across your shoulders and collarbones, even the peeks of your thighs under the white, silk dress that, with a jump in his throat, has his cock standing at attention.

He knows that dress.

He remembers the ghostly echoes of the lace detailing atop your chest, how it feels under his palms when he skates his hand over to squeeze your tits, the feel of the silk against his stomach when you lean over his body as your pussy flutters, clenching, while you roll and grind against him, trying to find pleasure—

"Fucking hell," he downs the punchy, mysterious liquid that's just straight vodka with rum, soda and strawberry syrup (absolutely disgusting but good enough for college students on a Friday), because he's fucking hard, and you're just there, oblivious, dancing, looking gorgeous, and his heart is aching. You're everything he's ever want, desired and should have kept better care for— fuck all the arguments, all the fights, all the stupid little reasons that he can't remember anymore why you two broke up —

And his stare is heated, penetrative, because the next thing he knows you're looking back at him. A thread of swallowing gaze, of empty thought but the baseborn sound of a Halloween party and two people who can't look away. Their past is twisted between them, their future uncertain, but their present is here and the want is certain.

The shared heat is gone when a hand is on his shoulder and he is forcibly turned. Qoren Martell shakes his head, lips turned down.

"No, dude. That's a bad idea."

And Aegon smirks because that's what's expected of him. His fingers tingle as he clench and unclench them. He can't be seen mooning over an ex.

"Not if she wants it."

It's a douchebag reply, an Aegon Second of His Name reply, but Qoren knows him better than that, even Jason who's not even looking at him, staring at Solana who was grinding against some frat bro from Beta Theta while staring directly at him.

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

"So that's why you didn't bring Johanna, you fucker." Aegon takes another beer, itching for the paraphernalia hot in his pocket. You've turned away and the itch is back, low but steady.

Jason shrugs. "I don't know what you mean."

"I am not babysitting both of you, motherfucks," Qoren mutters. "You're both responsible of your mistakes tonight I'm meeting Somi tomorrow and neither of you messy fuckers are going to ruin that for me, alright?" With that, he slaps a hand on both of their backs, making Jason curse as his beer spills.

When Aegon watches Qoren leave, he turns back to you and see you're already staring, irises too wide, full lips slightly open, and the thrum of heat, nice and striking, runs down his body.

He's going to fuck you. Or you're going to fuck him. It's set in stone, written in fate's ink. When you move away, his stare hooked on you, he smirks the moment you turn back to see if he's still watching, starving, and cocking your head as if asking,

Not going to follow?

But of course he does, it's you and him.

It doesn't start with a kiss. It's a hungry stare meeting in a bathroom mirror spotted by dry water, and he knows what you need, taking your hair in his hand as he stands beside you, tugging you toward him as a gasp leaves your lips, your hands winding to his hips, anchoring yourself.

"How much have you had?" he asks, moving his hand to your neck, stroking the edge of your jaw, watching your wet lashes and licking lips. "Come on, sweet angel." His other hand moves to the edge of your white silk, running his nails across your thighs.

"Does it matter? I want you." A breathy whimper leaves your lips as his mouth latches on your neck, tugging your hair to the side to start sucking bruises as his hand finds your panties and a groan rips out of him.

"You're this wet, sweet angel? All for me?"

"I was grinding on, hhh— Jon, don't flatter your—" You yelp, a sounding slap on your wet cunt and your wetness clings to his hand. You squirm in his hold, but he tightens, cupping your centre with his thick hand.

"This is my pussy," he hums sweetly, cheekily, but you know better. Aegon got sweeter when he was jealous. He smiled brighter when he got angry. He goaded when he hears warning in someone's voice. Daring them. Daring you. "How fucking dare you let someone— Snow, that creepy, depressed asshole, really, sweetheart? — my pussy?"

A flash of heat in your eyes meets his mullish blue gaze. Heat and hurt. "We've broken up, Aeg. You don't get to own me."

His heart thrums, head swimming— but not much as yours. You don't do drugs as hard as him, and you've been hitting something tonight. Your irises are wider, blacker even when you're turned on. You kept wetting your lips even as slick already covers your gloss. With a hum, he thrusts two of his fingers inside without preamble and you keen, arching against him as he kept a steady, fast pace, using the meat of his palm every few chuckles to rub your clit until your leg shakes.

"F-fuck, fuck, Aeg—" Your hands hold onto him for dear life as you feel your orgasm tide but he doesn't let up, continues his humming with his fingers, his mouth sucking your neck until you feel slobbered through the haze, until it starts to hurt with your overstimulation, forming bruises continually sucked on— and you cum again, too fast and too painful the second time. Pushed rather than pulled into the peak and he coos as he slows once you start crying out, tears in your eyes, mouth agape, patting your pussy and even you can hear the squelch.

His last pat is more of a slap, making you jolt and wail.

He smiles as he meets your watery gaze in the mirror, leaning back against the tiled wall to pull your skirt up, bracing you against his knee so you can see your wet and abused fluffy folds.

"What'd I tell you, darling? This is mine. Even she recognises me when you couldn't. For being an angel, you sure do got a mean streak."

You sniffle, nodding along in your hazy mind. "S-sorry. I'm sorry, Aeg."

"Aw, it's okay, only hurt my heart a little." He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, fingers running down the wet path of freshly forming bruises on your neck. "I've missed you s'all."

"Me too. I-I've missed you too, baby," you say, eyes burning as you blink at the sincerity, smile turning a little softer, more real. "Wanna feel you."

"You already did, sweets, you did well too. How many special grass have you had?"

"Just okay." You twist in his hold, his knee straightening as you turn to him with your hands on his chest, looking up, pouting. "But I want you."

His cock throbs and you feel it against your thigh, but his face remains neutral, tinged with amusement as if he doesn't want to hoist you and fuck you into oblivion.

"It seems such the angel has forgotten her manners." He presses his thumb against your lip until he pushes it deeper, pressing it against your tongue before letting you suck on it, lashes fluttering.

"That's not what we say when want something. Use your words properly, baby," he mock, heat sizzling inside you, cunt throbbing. Though pleasing him has always been how your dynamic works, enjoying the way your mind blanks, filled only with the desire to be his sweet girl, his good girl while he relishes in dominating you.

Physically manhandling you was one thing, puppeteering your wants to mould his was another.

Loss of control was a soft tissue in Aegon's armour. And though you had gotten close, he had never opened up that part of him.

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

Your intoxicated-addled mind comprehends that, to a level, this is bad, but b, he's close, distracting you with his presence, his thumb on your mouth a familiar action, and you never get just one orgasm from Aegon so it doesn't linger long. The thought vanishes like a salt-licked ghost from a too recent past before you're holding on his hand and you're smiling sweetly.

"I want you to feel good too, Aeg," you whisper. "I want your cock inside me."

And he smiles— won, lost, who knows anymore. "There she is."

The next events are truly hazy. All you can remember is that he's close, closer than he's been in months, in you and stuck to you, snapping his hips against yours while your legs are up and jelly, bunched up in his arms while you hold strong against the wall.

The world is mush of thought, tongue, and messy kisses that are more spit and moan between your familiar, favourite cock driving into you again and again. A steady, almost sweetly, rock of his hips driving into that spongy, hard part of you that makes your toes curl and the pleasure to overwhelm. There's sweat and there are tender presses of his lips on your face when you both calm down, almost too sweetly, too needy for the Aegon that you know.

But every time you're about to come down from that high, he's rocking into you again, squeezing your thighs, your tits, using the mess of your cum and his to rub against your clit, and you're gone again.

The pleasure, driven again and again, wipes your memory of the more tender words he murmurs against your skin.

"L-love you so much, baby, god, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"You cumming again? T-that's a good girl, so sweet f'me, fuck, so good."

You don't know how you got to the room the morning, but you're dry and clean and the morning is stale but not head pounding. And you wake up alone, no trace of Aegon at all.

If it wasn't for the trail of bruised kisses against your throat, the throbbing between your legs, full of shared cum when you dip a finger in— you could've said he was nothing more than a ghost of the past, a pretty little dream.

Hooking up with your ex ends with a toughened heart, too empty to cry as you read a message from him.

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.

[d4djshinobufan]

How would the Hashira's sleep? (Modern AU!)

MUICHIRO 💨

•I think he would be.. Either moving a lot, or moving to the point you get pushed off of the bed. His unpredictable when it comes to sleeping, though.

•And one time you woke up, his raven type hair was on your face and his sleeping position looked like the shape of a circle.

•And another when his body was lying diagonal— on YOUR BODY?

GYOMEI 🪨🌼

•Wouldnt move to much. His actually smart enough to realize it'll be a death hazard if he did so.

•He'll mostly cuddle with you. And of course his the big spoon of it all, and his careful of his movements.

•Something weird about him when he asleep is for the first 10 minutes his half asleep and half awake so he can't move and stay more aware of his surroundings.

SHINOBU 🦋🩸

•She won't move, if she can't help it. Some days she will and some days she won't.

•Sometimes she move if she's having a nightmare, and probably would whimper or mumble in her sleep.

•Overall, she would be a small spoon. But she isn't moving that much in bed.

OBANAI🐍🌪

•Would only move a little, but not that much pre-say. I don't care what you'll say, he is a small spoon and I CAN'T STRESS this ENOUGH.

•One time he slept with his snake and it ended up on his legs.. Let's say you were kind of scared but strangely amazed at this..

•In the first weeks of you guys dating, he'll keep his mask on but as the months go by he'll get more comfortable with you and let you see him without it.

SANEMI🪲🌬

•Moves a lot. It has to do with his personality but also how I see his hair.. I know it's ntrusl but he looked like he sleep like a mad man?

•His the big spoon on some nights, which scared you. You don't know where his going to take you this night and it's either the floor or on the edge of the bed. One time he almost pushed you off the bed without you knowing.

•One thing, he's a great source of body heat, or HEAT IN GENERAL on cold days you'll find yourself cuddling on him the most— it'll seem like his bothered, but trust me; his not. He loves it.

MITSURI💌🌸

•She would be the mixture of moving and staying still. But it's more like she's moving towards YOU if you move away from her. She's seeking out your body heat, your closeness, and you presence, your.. Comfortable presence.

•But if your moving too much she'll restrain by a hug and keep you there until you wake up.

•ENOUGH ABOUT YOU MOVING, sometimes she'll push you to the edge and by the time you wake up, you'll be swaying your way to get back on the bed.

RENGOKU 🔥☺

•Same with Sanemi but he craves your closeness and heat more than anything.. Even though his a thermal producer at this point. His a big spoon and likes to cling onto when you guys go to sleep. He's head will be on your shoulder or the side if your head.

•One time you saw him sleep upside down on the edge of the bed.

•One time he was on the headboard.. ON THE HEADBOARD.

TENGEN🧨🏅

•Theres no yes, no, maybe, mix, he IS moving in his sleep and you all have to be apart of it. And of course he likes to cuddle his wife's! With a smile on his face.

•Theres nothing much to say.. One time you saw him sleeping while standing up though, fucking concerned you but he brushed it off saying that it's nothing.. We ain't stupid.

•He honestly likes closeness and the comfort of your presence.. Or his four wives presence.

GIYŪ 🌊🌑

•He wouldn't move; at ALL. His staying where he was when he got on the bed, maybe his legs or hand would move.. But that's actually it. He would crave your closeness and your presence, though. Believe it or not he has to convince himself that he likes being alone: he doesn't.

•If you ever get up, he'll be awake too. Like half asleep and half awake. His worried for you, you know. He would be either a small or big spoon.. For once I can't decide.

•When he wakes up first he'll raise his arms to peer over you and just.. Stare at you.. Until you wake up. He just doesn't want to disturb your sleep but likes your resting face.. He likes your face and everything about it.

[anachilles]

Hi!!

Just read all of your firehouse!au and I’m obsessed!

I saw your post about Chick observing them once they’re in a relationship and being pleased with the way he sees Gale take care of John.

Curious if you have any moments planned/HC of ways John takes care of Gale in this universe?

Loved the chapter where John helps out at the bar after seeing Gale is still a bit sick/behind on school btw! Does he ever get to be Gale’s person in those vulnerable moments?

Thanks for writing this and sharing it! (will be re-reading by next week LOL)

Hi anon!

First of all: thank you so much for the Firehouse love! I'm so so glad you're enjoying the story! 🥰

In terms of the ways in which John takes care of Gale, in my mind it mirrors the way we see it even just in the actual canon events of the show, just in a modern context where they're allowed to kiss lol.

As you've touched on, he's an acts of service fiend. Gale's very hyper-independent, by virtue of having to be growing up, and so John always gets a little thrill when he can anticipate something he might need before he even realises it himself - or something he has realised but won't just outright ask John for - and take care of it.

This often goes hand-in-hand with John's magpie-like tendencies and his inability to walk into any store without seeing something to bring back for Gale, something that either reminds him of him, or something that he knows he either needs or simply would enjoy. Like John will text him on his way home asking if he wants anything from the store because hey, he has to stop anyway, and Gale will say no but God knows John will come back with his favourite chocolate bar or a packet of Milano cookies.

(because it'll be a cold day in hell before Gale Cleven and his notorious sweet tooth will ever be able to pass up sweets, lol).

Assorted Other Ways In Which John Takes Care of Gale:

Contrary to popular belief, Gale does in fact have a car, and can actually drive. Not that you'd think that if you only met him after he and Bucky got together. Driving Buck around as much as possible is, like, part of Bucky's love language at this point (Gale's an incredibly competent driver but he's also a bit of a menace when it comes to speed and risky manoeuvres). Living that passenger princess life fr.

Growing to love Maverick like his own, even if he is to some extent "the spare human" in her eyes, lol. Takes care of her when Gale's not there without even thinking about it. When Gale gets home from campus, or the bar late at night, and finds the two of them lounging on the couch with Mav sprawled across Bucky's chest 🥺

In a literal, material, sense Bucky has tried to help Gale out financially in the past - whether that be a bit of help with the bills, groceries etc ("because hey, I come around here so much, I may as well contribute"), or by insisting on paying for stuff on their dates. He doesn't really think twice about it, it isn't a big deal to him - he's by no means rich but he has a decent job and is well off enough. Gale does okay but he's still studying and working essentially two jobs. It just makes sense to him, but it's one of the only things that causes real friction between them because it can make Gale feel uncomfortable.

Speaking of Gale working on a PhD and doing some teaching at the university and doing bar work - he inevitably gets burnt out. Where he'd push through before by hook or by crook, Bucky's getting better at prying him away from his laptop when he's been going at it for so long he's starting to look stuck, or frustrated, or tired. Makes sure he eats. On the days where Gale has to wear all three hats it's making sure the little things needing done around the house are done so he doesn't have to worry about them.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 8

"I dare you to lick that!"

"I dare you to eat that!"

Those two phrases had been spoken off and on as Geralt and Jaskier travelled on the Path, looking for contracts.

Geralt had pulled into a gas station to refuel and take a p*ss break.

"I dare you to lick the toilet seat." Geralt said as he washed his hands.

Jaskier's head snapped towards him, incredulous. "Lick a gas staton toilet seat? I wouldn't even lick the toilet seat at home!"

"Ok, then I dare you to lick the urinal instead,"

Jaskier paled. "No! No, I'll lick the seat..." He went into the stall, Geralt following to confirm he actually did it. Jaskier faced the toilet seat.

It sat before him, stained, dingy, yellowed and cracked with age, and probably teeming with germs and diseases. And it probably hadn't been cleaned properly...ever.

"If I catch some godsd*mned horrible disease and die, it'll be on your head!"

"Hmm!"

*offended gasp* "What do you mean I've put my mouth on dirtier things?"

"Hm!"

"Yeah? Well, at least I knew where those things had been...er... At least I knew they were...knew I was the only one....er...."

"Fine. I see your point."

Jaskier crouched close to the commode and hesitated, staring at the filthy seat. The filthy seat with p*ss stains so thick, they looked like butter, and sh*t residue that would require a grinder and bleach to remove.

And oh, gods, was that gummy stuff what he thought it was???

He thought about backing out right then, but shoved the thought away. Julian Alfred Pankratz did not pull out back out!

Jaskier said a brief prayer, then closed his eyes and licked the toilet seat.

Geralt snapped a picutre with his phone. For documentation purpose. Yeah. It absolutely wasn't so he could send it to his brothers.

Jaskier immediately spat and splashed water from the sink faucet on his tongue, then rushed to Roach to disinfect his mouth with a little whiskey while Geralt went to fill up the gas tank.

The gas station attendand looked out the window a few minutes after the Witcher had paid and gone back outside, and saw him on his hands and knees next to his van.

Was he ill? Did he drop something?

No. As the attendant watched, confused as h*ll, the Witcher leaned down and licked an oil stain while his companion laughed. Then he got up, they both got in the van, and they drove away. Well, that was going to be a fun story to tell.

Geralt stopped in the next town for lunch. He sat at the table, looking over the restaraunt menu while he waited for his drink. He gripped the underside of the table with one hand to help pull himself closer, and put his hand in someone's chewing gum.

"I dare you to chew that!" Jaskier said, as Geralt went to pick the gum off his fingers with a paper napkin. Geralt made a face. He didn't really want to chew someone else's gum, but he didn't want the undesired consequence of getting kicked in the nads for turning down a dare. He was a Witcher, so he was immune to most diseases anyway, which worked out in his favor. A little A.B.C. gum wasn't going to kill him.

So Geralt chewed the pre-masticated gum.

"What does it taste like?" Jaskier whispered out of morbid curiosity.

"Hmm. Spearmint. Cigarettes..." Geralt rumbled as he chewed, "Cheese, or something sweet. I can't really place it. Oh, wait. Bad kidneys. Probably from diabeetes."

"That sucks for him." Jaskier said, not even questioning Geralt's analysis. It was a Witcher Thing.

"Her."

"You can stop now."

*smug hmmm.*

Later that day, Jaskier almost ate an earthworm Geralt found under a rock as they wandered through the woods, looking for nekkers.

Almost, because he ended up spitting it out after trying to be funny and suck it up like a spaghetti noodle. Geralt had doubled over laughing as Jaskier gagged on the worm. Jaskier's face had twisted up, and he'd made this humorus gargling noise before spitting the worm out.

Jaskier dared Geralt to lick a sticky substance off the side of a tree. It was probably sap. It was difficult tell. It wasn't particularly sap-colored, and didn't have that resin smell.

Geralt couldn't sense anything toxic about it, so he leaned in and licked the stream of goo. Hm. That was an odd flavor. It tasted kind of like...goat and something musky...

Geralt gagged and grabbed his canteene. He desperately started rinsing his mouth.

"What?" Jaskier asked, hovering between concern and confusion. Geralt babbled something about dryads and satyrs f***ing as he spat and gargled frantically. "That's not sap!" he screamed in lowercase.

Jaskier gasped, then ugly laughed, "You-you licked satyr nut!"

"Do you mind?" the tree grumbled in Elder, in a crabby tone, "I'm kind of worn out and would like to sleep!"

"You licked satyr nut off a treeussy!" Jaskier said to Geralt out of the corner of his mouth before addressing the dryad. Geralt elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"A thousand appologies! We didn't mean to disturb you," Jaskier paused to bow slightly before continuing, "My friend and I were just passing through, and we will be on our way now."

The tree grumbled and shook its branches in a shooing motion at them.

They quickly left.

Geralt spat periodically as they walked in silence, a vaguely haunted look on his face.

"Dare Truce?" Jaskier offered.

"Dare Truce."

[thetragicallynerdy]

Alright, I'm back for one more for the wip folder game: jim ed modern flower shop tattoo parlour biker au ☺️

Ooooh yes yes!!!! I think I've rambled about this one elsewhere, but I can't find it, so here you go! This one is a long sad t4t Jim/Ed modern au where the gist is:

Ed, recently divorced from Stede, gets in a bar fight with a homophobe. Jim saves his ass and takes him home because he's too drunk to remember his new address

They become friends, and eventually lovers. Very much a vibe of Ed coaxing feral cat Jim into a relationship with love and good food.

Jim in this one has multiple warrants out for their arrest, and is a little stuck in "I need to kill the remaining few siete gallos, but fuck, I'm so tired of it." They work under the table at a bar, have basically no connections besides Ed, and are just scraping by.

Ed is also trying to rebuild after divorce, making a new home etc.

There are a lot of mental health and trauma vibes with both of them.

Eventually Jim gets stabbed, saved by Ed, loses their shitty bar job, and gets offered a job in Stede's flower shop (Stede is still good friends with Ed, or at least, they're rebuilding the friendship). Ed, meanwhile, is a tattoo artist with a shop nearby. So, the tattoo parlour/flower shop aspect is VERY loose.

This one also features Jim who hasn't had an actual relationship or friendship like, ever, and is terrified of commitment and always ready to run, and pretends Ed is just their FWB until they can't anymore. Very "yeah we're fucking but I won't say I love you or call you my partner for 75 thousand words" vibe

It's my baby. This is absolutely my most self indulgent h/c fanfic. No idea when it'll be finished but I adore it so much have I said I love it so much??

Anyway here's a snippet XD

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Jim struggles to sit up on their shitty mattress on the floor, and it makes Edward doubly glad that they let him make a copy of their key. They look like shit still, hollow cheeks and skin that still hasn't regained all its colour.

"You're here early." Their voice is a slur, and he frowns, not sure if it's because they just woke up or if something is wrong.

"Last appointment of the day got cancelled, thought I'd come over. Sit the fuck back down, don't get up, I can come to you."

They slump back down with an audible sigh, waiting until he makes his way over and sits on the bed beside them. When he kisses them they relax into it, hand curling around his thigh in a way that feels lovely. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with casual touch that's doesn't lead to something more. Like maybe they're starting to feel comfortable with him, with them, together.

"How're you feeling?" he asks softly when he pulls away.

They yawn, blinking when their jaw clicks together again. "Okay. Fucking tired, man." The hand on his thigh edges higher. "I don't think I can do a ton, but you can ride my mouth, if you want. Or my hand."

He stares at them. "What?"

"That's why you're here, right?" They yawn again, barely bothering to cover it with an elbow. "So we can have sex."

It hurts far, far more than it should. He forces a laugh, picking their hand off his thigh and dropping it back to the bed. "I was there when the doctor spoke to you, Jimbo, six weeks until you can do strenuous activity." When they open their mouth to argue he taps them on the nose. "Which means you've still got five fucking weeks to go."

They look terribly lost, which hurts even more than the assumption. "... then why are you here? You only come over to hook up."

To hook up. As though they hadn't been practically dating for months, now. Fuck. Fuck.

He thinks bitterly about how he'd told Stede that Jim was his friend, and wonders when he got so good at underselling things. Does Jim even think that the two of them are that much?

Instead of asking he hefts the backpack still in his hands up. "Well, now I'm here for movies and dinner. Pick one while I get started on the soup."

Jim stares at him like he has two heads. "Soup?"

"Yes, dummy, soup. You know, delicious meal with broth and vegetables thats easy on the stomach? I'm making you enough to last the week. Brought you groceries too. Those muffins that you like."

They look down at the backpack in their hands, face twisting for one brief moment before settling into careful neutrality. “… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Sure I did.” He leans in, presses a kiss to their forehead before pushing himself to his feet and heading for the groceries left by the door. He doesn’t want to see whatever their face does next, isn’t sure he could take it. “That’s what friends do, mate. Take care of each other.”

He doesn’t see it, but he hears it.

“Oh,” Jim says, voice soft and small. “Okay.”

If anyone feels like dropping me an ask for the WIP folder game, my long list of WIP titles is here!

[magicalgirlagency]

As for a Demon Slayer MagicalBoy!au, I got some ideas that I think you'd like to read:

*The story would focus mainly on the power of Hope, and how it along with Kindness can do many great things. As terrifying as I made the Demons in this au, it'll still have a Happy and Hopeful Ending. And Tanjiro, Nezuko will get the Development they deserved.

*If you want to skip straight to Tanjiro part, its at the 5th paragraph downward, the few first paragraphs focus more on the Demons

- just give Muzan magic, how tf does drinking a blue flower liquid give him superpower and also the ability to mutate other humans into demons with superpower like how does that work??? Just, instead of weird rare blue flowers tea, make him an actual, magical, supernatural cryptid that's also an undead entity like Afton from FNAF (who is basicaly a modern day lich) Muzan'd gain power through dark magic or sth, and the blue flowers is just one of the many material needed to truly make him OP

- the demon are flat out eldritch-humanoid abominations now, as they are humans mutated by magic. Most of their ability remain the same (they'll have acidic blood now though), except sunlight would only hurt them, not straight up kill them. Normal Demons can be killed if one hurt them enough with magic to overload the healing system, effectively shutting down their regeneration ability. The Lower and Upper Moon demons would actually have a sort of separated "core", in which their immense power is housed (as there are too much magic to safely store in their body) - sort of like a Lich in fantasy stories. So the issue with killing the Demons Moons is that Slayers have to actively search for the Demon's Core (which for the upper moons, can be cores, they are powerful enough to have several of these) so even if a Slayer severely damage a Demon, they still can't die unless their core is destroyed. Additionally, if one were to fight a Lower or Upper Moon, they don't have to damage the demons themselves, they only need the core to be destroyed in order to eliminate these Demons. As such, these Demons hid their cores in extremely hard-to-find-and-to-reach place, and often change their hiding spot for safety.

- Normal and Lower Moon Demons are hard to fight, but the Upper Moons are just absolute nightmare now. When encountering an Upper Moon in their true form (no human disguise), even a long-time slayer will get scared sh*tless. Because the very atmosphere around these Demons is unnatural. A human standing before them will feel like a tiny ant meeting something far bigger and stronger than they'll ever be. Slayers, as they are magic users in this au, can bypass this somewhat. But upon meeting an Upper Moon they'll still get the horrible urge to turn tail and flee. Looking directly at an Upper Moon will cause some mild headache and dizziness, looking straight into their eye would f*ck with your mind real bad. An encounter with Upper Moon Demons tend to make weaker Slayers - if they did survived - sleepless for weeks, haunted by nightmares and night terrors. As for a Hashira, the effect will last a few days or a week at most. Their cores also inflict similar haunting effects, but they can be found due to their unnatural properties as well.

- Demons that disguise themselves can be found by Slayers through their magic Trails. The stronger a Demons, the better they can conceal their Trails. The Lower Moons can hid their core well due to this. The Upper Moons however, just as their cores, leave trails that the slayer couldn't even detect. The Trails detecting ability of the Slayers function like our eyes and ears - there's a range, a limit to how much colors we can see and what sound we can hear. Similarly, there's a limit to what magic Trails Slayers can detect, and anything outside that perceivable range is basically invisible to them. To find an Upper Moon or their cores, Slayers have to rely on their instinctive reactions to these Demons unnatural auras.

- magicalboy!Tanjiro have memory power of some sort. Like, if he touches someone when they're in an extremely emotional state, he gain a glimpse of all their memories, an overall view of their life. This also extend to Demons before they die, which will allow Tanjiro to view how they came to be, how they lost their humanity. This is to make use of all those sad backstories the demons are given, seriously, why did the writer put them there to begin with if they don't impact the story? This would tie in to Tanjiro development in this au [more about the boi below]

- at first, Tanjiro is just a good boy who want to save his sister (who has a much more important role in this au) from demon-hood. Too kind, too gentle, just like his original version. However, through time he'd meet actual cruel humans, who made him doubt himself, his compassion and humanity goodness in generall. This'd double down when he shift through the demons memories, seeing how their life before Muzan was already made horrible by other humans. This'd make Tanjiro incredibly doubtful if everything he does actually have a meaning, does being kind truly have any effect on the world, at all? Maybe he ended up despairing so much, his only goal now is simply killing Muzan to save his sister, and he'd give up on anything else. But his sister, her hope and kindness, along with all his friends would made him hopeful again! They would help him realize that "yes, what you do always have an impact, being kind always does have an impact!" He'll stand up again, still full of compassion and empathy despite having seen humanity darker side...

- ...which will also give him a new motive to move forward, other than kill Muzan and save Nezuko. He want to be the light of hope that people need in their darkest time. When he look back at all the demons memories, he realizes that had there been someone, anyone instead of Muzan, who truly desire to help these unfortunate humans, they wouldn't have become demon out of despair - because that someone would've gave these poor souls hope, hope for a better future, hope that they will get better, Hope That they will get their Happy Ending. Muzan was their despair and darkness personified, he dragged them down to the darkest part of their heart, and thus they lost their humanity. Then, Tanjiro will be their light, their Hope. He couldn't save the demons nor can he save everyone, but he could save some from becoming a demon simply by helping them when they need compassion the most. This will set up a clear parallel between him and Muzan, with Muzan being cruelty and despair, while Tanjiro is Kindness and Hope.

- Nezuko, give her a role, an actual role instead of "moe silent girl". She'd retain her human mind (consciousness, intelligence, memories, etc.) but also gained quite alot of Demonic instincts after becoming a half-demon (Muzan make her into a demon by accident, so the process wasn't fully correct and she became a hybrid of sort). So she'd still attack Tanjiro at first, but stop when her human mind come back in full focus. Throughout the story, she'd have to actually fight her demonic part that want to hurt people, she cant just sleep it out now. Nezuko would drink human blood, using a spryinge to take people blood (with their consent ofc) and drink those blood instead of having to flat out eat someone. The bamboo mouth piece thingy would stay (it help reassure her that she's okay), so she and her brother communicate with sign language instead! (Make for some good wholesome sibling bonding eyyyyyy

- Nezuko will help her brother fight demons and save people, obviously. She can't eat human foods anymore though, her body can't process them (not even meat), so if she tried to eat anything other than human blood, she'll get sick and will vomit out whatever she ate. She's also able to detect other Demons' Trails more clearly, including the some of the Upper Moons Trails (although their Trails do left her extremely shaken whenever she felt one nearby).

- The Demon Slayers are Magic Users in this au, utilizing their power to fight the Demons. Their Breathing Style is actually their way of using their natural powers. This mean that all those Water, Fire and Lighting, etc. that appear when they use their attacks is very real and contribute alot to their wins.

*Sorry for such a long ask, I'm very passionate about this au of mine and just want to show someone about it to see if it can be improve in any way

Does Rengoku survive the Mugen Train in this AU? His death was the reason I gave up on watching the series!

[egg-emperor]

Decided that since I put Boom Egg's sexuality down as unknown, I might as well have that be the case in universe story wise for my stuff too for a bit.

I'm imagining that Boom Egg wasn't out to literally anyone he's ever around in his world because he didn't have any friends and there wasn't anyone for him to date on the island so it was never relevant. But when he starts dating modern and Casino AU Eggman when they visit his world, he still doesn't feel ready to come out to everyone, so they keep it a secret for a while. Plus the three do just consider each other friends for a while even after they start messing around because it was just casual but that changes over time when they realized they all want to be boyfriends.

It's easy to keep the relationships a secret when it's just modern and Boom Egg going to the village together at first, as modern Egg is often very reserved and private when it comes to affection, so there are no clear signs or hints at what they get up to together alone. In fact at first people just keep thinking they're related because they look so alike for obvious reasons which is awkward, so they have to explain the different worlds thing and how they're actually different versions of the same person. So even then, still nobody expects they're together at all and would date themselves like that.

But when it comes to Casino AU Eggman it's much different because he's extremely openly affectionate with Boom Egg at all times, vocally and physically to the highest degrees. So Boom Egg is nervous the first time they decide to go down to the village together. Casino Egg understands this and says he won't tell anyone but because he's the most openly gay of the three to the point it's unmistakable, Boom Egg wonders if that might give away his own identity. Because with the way Casino Egg gets with him, it'd make it immediately obvious that something is going on XD

He kindly asks if Casino Egg can try to tone it down with the way he flirts, looks at, and touches him, just while they're out but of course that's impossible and Casino Egg would never. Instead he just tells him not to worry because while it's only going to be obvious that he's gay, it doesn't mean they'll suspect they're actually together if Boom doesn't show that he likes him too. And he says that if he were to try to hide the way he acts around him, it would actually be much more likely to make people suspicious because it would be obvious that he was trying to hide something than it would if he did it.

They go to the village together so Casino Egg can see what it's like- he doesn't find it very impressive because it's not modern and doesn't have enough casinos for his liking. XD He keeps talking about how the land would be great for it though. Then they get something to eat like Casino Egg is most interested in but Boom Egg is nervous because he feels it'll be obvious it's like a date. Especially with how Casino Egg wants to sit closely and commonly touches him with a hand on his back, hand on top of his on the table, and puts his arm around him but he insists they just look like casual pals.

But it's impossible not to notice how lovestruck Casino Egg is by Boom Egg as he always has total adoration in his eyes when he looks at him dreamily and Boom Egg has to keep telling him to snap out of it when he gets too distracted lol. And because Boom can never get over how loved and special it makes him feel to get so much attention from someone at last and it's overwhelming, his reaction might give it away too. But Casino Egg can't change the way he looks at him so he jokes "I'll just have to close my eyes or look away then" and then Boom is like "No that'll make it more obvious!"

If anyone that Boom knows happens to see them together and approach to see what's going on, Boom Egg introduces him to them and Casino Egg quickly chimes in and proudly announces that he's been a really great friend to him already. But when they can't hear, he leans in to whisper into his ear "He's also my very cute handsome little guy~" and Boom Egg gasps and blushes hard like "What did I say‽‽‽" and gives him a little slap for his cheekiness for getting him flustered in public like this but Casino Egg is just amused and says he's not breaking his promise, it just had to be said!

Boom Egg pretends that he's going to show Casino Egg to the bathroom but pulls him aside somewhere more private. He then acts grumpy with him as he pouts and crosses his arms and tells him that he shouldn't be so cheeky and tease him like that so they both nearly give it away just like that, he should wait until they get back to his lair. Casino Egg just finds his attitude adorable and shrugs and says "Can't help it when you're my cute little strawberry shortcake" and Boom Egg just rolls his eyes and smiles and they share a few secret sweet kisses before they get back out there.

While they continue to sit and talk at the table, Casino Egg still can't help but say sweet things, put his hands on him, and look at him with hearts in his eyes and Boom Egg blushes and looks bashful, happy, and giggly in a way nobody has ever seen, so people might start to get a bit of an idea that something's up. But when they get lost in the fun together they forget everyone else is there, to the point Boom Egg almost ends up being the one to go in for a cuddle and kiss and Casino Egg stops him in time and says "Ah, ah, who's the one nearly giving us away now ;)" and then they're even!

They'll keep what they have a secret until Boom Egg feels ready to come out but Casino Egg is definitely very excited and eager for when he gets to hold his hand in public and show off how he's lucky enough to get to call him his boyfriend ���💜

[lu-twilight-is-best-boy]

Writing Info!

(Last Updated 3/13/2023)

Hey everyone Twilie here and this is the updated writing info page/post

This has all the important stuff on who I write for what I will write and what I will not write, yes I still write Linked Universe stuff, I mean this is lienked Universe blog what else am I going to write lol, also yes requests are still open

When you make a request if a gender is not specified like male reader or female reader then I usually just write the reader as gender-neutral also if pronouns are not specified then I will write that they use they/them pronouns

Also when it comes to requests there is no limit on how many requests a individual person can make at a time all I ask is that you understand that it might take me a little bit to get to each individual request and write something for it but there are no limits so request away I actually really like getting requests and I try to fulfill them to the best of my abilities Now on to all the other info

What I will write:

Character x Reader(Female, Male, Gender-neutral, it'll probably mostly be female and or gender-neutral in the beginning because I've only ever wrote female and gender-neutral and never male but I am willing to try, so please bear with me as I learn)

Character x OC(Female, Male, Gender-neutral) (either one of mine or if you have an OC just describe them, how they look, what their personality is like, Etc, and I will do my best)

SFW

NSFW 🔞

Just added -> ABO/Omegaverse

Fluff/cute stuff/really sweet romantic stuff/really cute friend or sibling stuff

Platonic relationships(they view you as a friend, a parental figure, a child(they are parental towards you) or a young/older sibling)

Ploy-relationships(as long as it is not Linkcest)

Headconons

Time x Malon(because they are so cute together)

Some kinky stuff(if you make a request for something and I'm not comfortable writing for it, then I will not write for it, while requests are top priority on this blog I am not going to throw my way my own comfort and boundaries to fill a request)

Modern Setting/AU(I feel like this is an obvious one, lol)

Just added -> Someone in The Chain x Someone else in The Chain (example: Legend x Hyrule)

What I will not write:

Dub-con or non-con(no, just no)

Knife/Sword play or anything involving a sharp object in that type of setting really

Yandere(I have nothing against this I actually do like a good yandere fanfic but I personally just don't think I would be good at writing them, but I do know of some blogs that do)

any kind of romantic or sexual type of fanfic for a character that is underage!!

Dink(Dark Link) x any of The Chain

Just added -> Demise x Sky

Link x Monsters(You Know Who You Are!)

Link x Ganon/Ganondorf

Wolfie/Wolf Form Twilight x Reader or OC or anyone

Who I Write for(might add more later):

SFW

Time

Twilight

Warriors

Wild

Sky

Four

Legend

Hyrule

NSFW 🔞

Time (#ocarina of father time)

Twilight (#the wolf cowboy)

Warriors (#captain of ages)

Wild (#cook of the wild)

Sky (#sky master sky)

Four (#drew four for sword)

Legend (#pink bunny of legend)

Hyrule (#fae prince of hyrule)

Platonic relationships

Time

Twilight

Warriors

Wild

Sky

Four

Wind

Legend

Hyrule

All of The Chain(with each other as a group or with reader or with an OC)

🗡🛡

And that's all for the updated info list for now I might add some more stuff to this one later

The #'s such as #ocarina of father time for example are for the NSFW ones only they exist so the people that don't want to read that kinda stuff can easily filter it out

Now I do have some SFW, NSFW and Platonic Relationships prompts that I came up with, found, was sent to me by a friend or that I got from a prompt generator that I will be working on but I'm going to be working on those in between requests because requests are top priority on this blog

[daintyduck99]

Fic asks: 7, 14, 19

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

In terms of ideas that haven't made it to the WIP stage...there's the Reggie/Julie nostalgic pining story based on the 1, something where Eddie and Chrissy meet at the Halloween party in S2 of Stranger Things, maybe some sort of Reggie POV to round off the sunflower series, and a chaotic Modern Harringrove/Hellcheer story where Chrissy is tutoring Steve but he doesn't want anyone to know so everyone thinks they're together and Eddie and Billy decide to retaliate by pretending to date and make them jealous...so at least four! Including WIPS...it'd be eight (two of them are co-written so I'm focusing more on the other two atm)

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

So the story that immediately comes to mind is This Moment Is Ours To Own, because it feels like something that could've happened in the show if they weren't shunning away from the OT3 vibes of Edge of Great/Peterpatterlina in general, and a few commenters told me they could picture it very clearly. Simply put, I'd like to see it, lol

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

From Step Into The Daylight, aka the Peterpatterlina Fake Dating AU that I seriously hope to actually write more of/finish someday:

"He's about to put an ad on Craigslist or Tinder for a fake date and he's going to get murdered or—or solicited, if he does that—" 

"And your solution is to solicit me?" she asks wryly, crossing her arms as Luke splutters. 

"No! No, of course not. It'd still be fake. You would just have to—pretend to date him for a few days. It'll be easy, since you're not a stranger, and it wouldn't give us genuine reasons to worry about him, you know? You'd never kill Reggie."

She arches her eyebrows even as she softens her stance. 

"What makes you so sure?" 

Luke levels her with a look that screams well, duh.

"You've always had a soft spot for him. Don't deny it, he's the only one of us who could ever get away with anything when we first met and your favorite word was boundaries. I remember." 

"That's because he's Reggie! Everyone has a soft spot for Reggie. If you don't have a soft spot for him, you're just an asshole." 

[howyouloveyourdragon]

hey thea bby, it’s me👹 i’m curious to hear who you’d match me with in asoiaf, marauders, and hp!

my pronouns are she/they, i’m bi, and i would describe myself as an introverted and creative person with many hobbies (writing, crocheting, sewing, drawing, reading, dancing). my two loves are cooking and doing makeup looks because i get to let loose and just have fun with it. i’m not super confident in my abilities in general but the one thing i’m certain of is that i’m one hell of a cook lol.

i love listening so sad songs and singing along to them. i’m also very much a musical theatre and pop girlie. i love horror films, but not necessarily jump scares. i am obsessed with death game films (like the werewolf game).

for personality traits..i’d say that i’m quiet once you get to know me because then i’m talkative with a stupid sense of humour. loyal. passionate about things. can be stubborn at times.

i don’t really know what else to add but hopefully this will suffice😅

love uuuuu🖤

mwah hey bby i love youuuuuu, i hope you like 😩 <3

i match you with...*drumroll please* (also help the werewolf game is literally my favourite film ily)

ASOIAF

HOTD – Aemond Targaryen

– I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GONNA GO WITH THE OBVIOUS BUT IT JUST MAKES SENSE – honestly i was thinking about this and aemond just would not leave this lil noggin – it's just so easy to imagine the validation you would give each other – i personally think his love language is quality time so he jumps at the opportunity read your writing (horni or otherwise 👀) and i could pitcure him asking Helaena how to crochet and sewing so he could impress you, though he's not keen on cooking at first, you'll have to persuade him – he actually comes to love it and that only makes him love you more because he knows that you are the only reason he learnt how to do this anyway – if we're talking modern au, he starts knitting you a blanket for christmas and this man is rageful about the process, absolutely going crazy over how annoyed he is when he can't do the loop properly or something goes wrong but this boy is determined to make the best blanket for you, you have ever seen – genuinely thought crocheting and knitting were the same thing for most of his life but he'll never admit that – it'll take awhile before he starts actively pursuing you because he is also quiet but once you have a proper conversation he's hooked – always has a small smile shoot across his lips when he hears you humming or singing a song – he rolls his eye when you tell a stupid joke but grows to love that about you – over time he will finish the punchline to annoy you but then one day there's a very obvious joke hanging out there that you don't point out and he's very concerned if you're alright – A frown pinches his brows together as you look ahead obliviously. "Are you alright?" He asks. You glance at him briefly. "I'm fine. What do you mean?" He lifts a hand to your forehead which you dodge but he succeeds anyway. "What are you–?" "I think you have a temperature." He stands up and waltzes toward an empty bag in the corner before approaching you again and lifting you into both arms. "We're seeing a maester. What do you want to bring?" – he automatically seeks you out in a crowd because he knows you'll both be more comfortable with someone you know and will not leave your side until the night is over – he loves that you're passionate and will sometimes prod you into ranting because he thinks it's just so cute, like if a kitten was trying to scrap with a gorilla (i'm not elaborating) – he's nowhere near as bad as Aegon though when you're introduced – the boy just laughs hysterically while arguing with you and Aemond's in the corner holding onto you by the waist and slowly trying to stop you both – he also grows to love how stubborn you are, it's how he would realise he's falling in love with you, you'll be in the middle of an argument and he mentally goes 'oh shit' – he only dances if you beg him because it makes him uncomfortable in front of people but if you're alone together then he pulls out all these suave motions you didn't even know existed – he sometimes likes to get competitive about it and very serious out of nowhere

BOOKS – Cregan Stark

– also you are so right for this fancast – now this man is a very serious stern little baby who at the end of the day just wants to have a bath with you and listen to you talk about everything and everything – i could see him becoming particularly clingy to a quiet yet passionate s/o so rest assured that this boy is not leaving your side all night – doesn't think you have to share interests but if you partake hunting or other activities with him he will return the favour but he much prefers watching you – he'll stoke a fire while you crochet and he'll swear he's never been happier – i could picture this starting as a slow-burn arranged marriage but the entire time he does genuinely care for you and will court you properly – alike Aemond, it's when he sees your stubborn side that his attraction grows but it's your confidence and humour that cement your place in his heart – he loves his silly goofy spouse and especially when you're alone together – he is also very attracted to loyalty and variety so the fact that you have so many interests is very appealing to him – he also likes to know that you won't be bored when he rarely has to leave you – he would enjoy dancing with you and love if you taught him anything – His brow deepens as his large hand wraps itself awkwardly on your hip. "Like this?" You shake your head, smile growing impish as you move it up to your waist. "Like this." You correct and he huffs childishly. "I'd like to see you try and wield a sword." He grumbles. "What was that?" "Nothing." – at night he enjoys you reading to him with you safely tucked between his arms, and his cock between your– – most of the time he falls asleep like that that every time you pry his arms away so you can return your book, he huffs and they encircle you again – he doesn't care if you're not tired, it's night time and your big puppy man is in need of snuggles

GOT – Theon Greyjoy

– Theon likes that you hold to your own and secretly thinks that it's very cute that you're quiet at first and especially as he is so boisterous – he becomes besotted because you're so much of what he wants to be; he wants to be loyal and passionate and talented – it takes him a while to properly flirt with and court you – he 100% thinks that if he pulls your hair enough you'll fall madly in love with him – it takes Robb talking sense in him to get him to understand and change his approach – he is still persistent and annoying but now he likes to interrupt your reading and trap you beneath him until you promise to show him your needlepoint – when he finds out how much you like music, he employs the help of as many people as possible to serenade you (bestie im so sorry, i love you i swear) – he eventually calms down and will apologise if you are embarrassed and take you for a long chat about yourselves, he actually really admires you, you are gorgeous, loyal and positively the most interesting person he's ever met and he just really wants you to think about him in anyway possible, he's desperate to put himself on your mind as much as you're on his – if you accept him then he grins, sighs in relief and will promise to learn about you deeper than surface level – he'll clean up and request for strolls around the courtyard with you – when Theon comes to realise who you are beyond your image he grows to genuinely care for you and especially your humour, he doesn't like the sophisticated jokes Robb tries to make – but overall he comes to love you because he learns more about himself when he's with you and he likes that side of himself

MARAUDERS – Dorcas Meadowes

– it's your passion that catches her initial attention but she gets excited when you mention that you like writing – she is an avid reader and will absorb all your writing you let her read and will excitedly tell you her thoughts about it – she likes to swap books with you and ask your thoughts – she is also a fan of sad songs, finding something very beautiful in tragedy and will be very happy to talk to you about it – she's a big fan of learning and will drag you through Hogsmeade with her to find a specific find, promising to buy some new records for you and begrudgingly agree to watch the latest horror with you despite not liking them – I get the vibe that she really loves makeup but hates doing it herself so she'd love if you'd straddle her lap and do it for her – no ulterior motives to seeing you on top of her of course – carries little notebooks in her bag everywhere she goes just in case you get inspire – she likes to wrap her arms and legs around you, resting her chin on your shoulder as she peers over trying to sneak a peak at it – she's quite competitive so gets very intense while watching death game films but she doesn't like the gore and will pull a face everytime – she's an ambitious woman and likes to learn new things so long as you're willing to show her – she also very much loves that you can cook, she makes a note of every recipe you show her

HP – Ginny Weasley

– this girl falls head over heels – she just thinks you're so cool, composed and awesome basically – she grew up with rowdy brothers each as insufferable as each other so the calm of befriending someone on the quieter side appeals to her but she soon grows to learn that she feels deeper for you than she feels for Luna – she will beg and plead for you to crochet her stuff and wear in proudly and a beaming grin – she's not the biggest fan of makeup but enjoys playing with colours and making bold statement-like designs on herself – if you cooked for her she would smother you in affection but she respects boundaries and will keep complimenting you with a big cheesy smile on her face – her favourite thing about you would be that you draw however – even if it's just a stickman she's begging you to let her keep it – loves the idea of you drawing her – she likes staying up chatting absolute nonsense with you all night

[torawro]

[ Hey Sosa! I haven't checked on you in a while, so I just wanna see how you're doing ^^ ]

[ I also just read that little drabble you wrote for byakuya and I - you write him so good 😭. If i can add to that, I think he would also make up for the argument by taking you out on a cute little date. One that's silent and peaceful. In modern, I like to think it would be the top of his lavish penthouse (bc rich noble man yes). In canon, I think a walk and picnic in the estate's garden would be something he'd do (i actually have this as a self-ship hc since i just got into self-shipping aksksndns) ]

HELLOOOO GREY! i am so so sorry that i'm answering so late i appreciate you checking on me <3 i'm doing okay for the most part how are you !!

i am so glad you enjoyed that little drabble i wrote ! i very well could written more and sprinkled some plot in it but i thought that would be overkill so i cut it short LMFAOOOOO but trust me a longer piece about rich bf/ fiance byakuya will be dropping courtesy of mrs. kuchiki herself 🫡 also i COMPLETELY AGREE WITH UR THOUGHTS !!!! in addition to that long talk you had and a kiss to make up ( ahh y'all would probably have some hot make up sex afterwards because he hardly touched you for what feels like TOO long for him so baby boy is all pent up 🥺) he is the type to take you out on a simple but beautifully planned date because he is aching to treat you and take you out (although he is mr. stoic so his face, seldom his voice, will ever show it). i agree with ur concepts for both modern au and canon !! in canon he'd def plan a 'stay at home' date, and because his mansion + estate is humongous there's probably some hidden part of the land he owns that you haven't seen yet and he has his servants ( he helps too just so he can say with his full chest that he helped set it up; his house staff are utterly shocked with the idea ) set up a quaint picnic with all of your favorite foods, teas and/or sake, and desserts and it'll be at night, when the moon has risen high in the sky and illuminates your supple skin, along with the fireflies that float around in the air. he doesn't think you can look more beautiful but everyday, especially now you prove him wrong <3 and he gets even more angry with himself for being so stubborn, dense and materialistic because he absolutely missed gazing upon you like this. let me stop myself here because i'ma end up writing a whole fic in this ask box LMAOOOOOOOOOO

as for modern au, i definitely feel as tho 'kuya has personal chefs that come in often to cook food for him butttt to make it more authentic, because he just learned his lesson about using his privilege and material wealth to woo you, he might cook everything himself and serve it to you in his fancy penthouse. i'm hc'ing that 'kuya can for sure cook because he had to cook for himself and his sister rukia when they were younger and doing so while he was in college, but now that he's rich and whatever he thinks 'my time can be used more efficiently for more pressing matters.' for you though? he would do anything for you ( a recurring theme w my man here) . so yes basically he wines and dines tf outta you and the ambiance before, during and after is soooo romantic it makes you feel like a little girl with a crush ! another option for a date he might do in modern au would be to take you out to restaurant and then afterwards, take a walk out on boardwalk near a beach-- or out on the sand beaches themselves, hold hands w you and just talk and be in each other's company <3

[24hlevi]

How The AOT Characters Celebrate Valentines Day

Attack On Titan Characters (Mikasa, Jean, Annie, Reiner, & Levi) X Gn!Reader

Summary: How you would spend Valentines Day w/ the aot characters

Warnings: Language

Modern!AU

happy valentines day everyone, in celebration of the new aot ep and this holiday, here are these hcs

- mikasa neither dislikes nor likes valentines day, she's kinda in between on a 50/50 so it doesn't take a lot of convincing to get her to celebrate it with you

- will have everything planned a week in advance just in case something goes wrong

- most definitely would wake you up with a 10/10 breakfast that she made herself that covers the whole table

- gives all of her gifts to you first thing after breakfast because she'd rather see you open them first thing than last

- mikasa would probably get multiple gifts just in case you didn't like one of a few of them but they would all have the same amount of effort and thought put into them

- she didn't plan what to actually do for the day so any idea you suggest she's immediately on board for but would love just taking a walk together

- mikasa can get very affectionate for these holidays/celebrations so expect a lot of kisses or sweet words

- she hasn't ever received many gifts but anything from you and she melts, and will cherish forever

- she will do everything it takes yo make sure you're happy especially today, and at the end of the day she'll ask if today was a good day

- mikasa would take you out to a fancy dinner that she probably reserved weeks in advance and a 5-star rating and a place you'd never been to before to make it even better

- she'd be soft the whole day, but it shows even more just before going to bed with how hands on she is with you, what she's saying, and the expressions on face

- the night would most likely end with mikasa's arms tightly secured around you with her head in the crook of your neck, happy that today went well

- levi doesn't see valentines day as a big thing tbh, he thinks it's stupid that there's a holiday dedicated to love

- but he'll still do nice gestures and be with you the whole day if that's what you want

- gifts are rare, but when he does get you one they are very meaningful and have a lot of thought put into them

- he prefers to stay inside rather than go out and do something, so it'll probably be just cleaning the place together or eating and watching movies

- he would wake you up with coffee, something he usually did but this time when you looked at it it had a heart made from the creamer and foam (how did he do it? no one knows)

- he would act all nonchalant about what he does but he actually enjoys seeing you happy and thank him because of something he did

- levi doesn't expect a lot, so anything from you is already too much to handle for him, especially on holidays or his birthday, he will probably just stare at whatever you got him for a long while before thanking you with a small smile on his face

- he does all the cooking the whole day, don't even ask to help he will literally shoo you away and out of the kitchen while he cooks

- it would be a whole ass 5-star meal ok? he's just amazing at cooking PROVE ME WRONG 🗣

- he wouldn't get you a lot of gifts, but he would definitely get you flowers that you love and will even buy a separate vase for them

- levi doesn't say "I love you" a lot, but this day is the day you'll hear it the most unless it's your birthday, he may hate the holiday and the point of it, but he does love you a shit ton

- the night would most likely end with you two falling asleep beside each other on your shared bed with his arms secured around you safely

- similar to levi, annie doesn't really care about valentines day, and she thinks it's stupid to even celebrate it

- but if she sees you actually wanting to celebrate it then she'll willing to do it, but only because it's you

- tbh she'd probably forget what day it was on until the morning of and she realizes that it's valentines day then proceeds to try and not wake you up before getting whatever she needs

- she can't cook that well so she ended up ordering food for breakfast but played it off like she's the one who made it

- you'll probably get like 1 or 2 gifts from annie, but they have the most thought and effort put into them so it doesn't even matter how many there are

- she wouldn't want to go out on valentines day, at least not during the day, she'd much rather go out when it's night, it feels more magical to her

- annie doesn't like receiving gifts, but if she gets anything from you she practically dies on the spot because she's in shock of how someone can love her so much

- it's hard for her to express her emotions through words, so she does it through actions and acts of service and will do anything for you the whole day (tho she does it everyday)

- she'd try to cook dinner but ruin it somehow please take her away from the kitchen or else she'll waste everything in there and instead buys liquor for "dinner"

- annie would rather die than say lovey dovey things, but on days like this it may slip out at random times and she gets super embarrassed after

- she'll do anything to make you happy, especially during holidays like these, so ask her to do anything and she'll drop everything she's doing and do whatever it is you asked (#whipped)

- the night probably ends with you two passed out drunk on the couch because neither of you would be able to make it to the actual bed, but still wrapped in each other's arms

- jean LOVES valentines day, like fr this man will go all out for it every year

- wakes up earlier than you so he can cook breakfast and then give it to you while you're still in bed (everything is heart shaped btw)

- probably gets you a stuffed bear with it holding a heart and you press it and it says "I love you"

- anything you ask him to do he does, it doesn't matter he would do anything for you in general but even more on this holiday

- he would definitely take you out shopping in the city and pay for everything, will literally argue with you over paying but will end in him doing it

- will take you out to lunch after shopping (and pay for it) and lets you get anything you want

- says super cheesy shit at random times just to fluster you, especially in public

- will never have his hands off you in any way, whether it be you two are holding hands or he has an arm around you to make sure you're safe, he's always touching you

- will keep asking if you're having a good time or not because on the inside he's hella worried that this isn't going well (pls reassure him that it is)

- he might drag you to an arcade to win you a stuffed animal, and after many dollars wasted he finally got the one you wanted and it made him so happy seeing you happy

- will cook a homemade dinner at home for you two but will let you help out which ends in not actually cooking but making out instead

- he ended up ordering takeout because the food was burnt and you two fell asleep with food on the couch

- reiner is the sweetest bf ever on valentines day istg he just radiates comfort energy

- he wakes you up by leaving small pecks all over your face before handing you a cup of coffee and telling you what day it was

- knowing him he probably took the day off work for this

- he has a whole ass list of what you two can do today and lets you choose which ones, because whatever you wanna do, he'll do too

- definitely first takes you to a café to get breakfast and pays for it (and everything else the whole day) before going through the city and eating street food and shopping

- reiner will hold as many bags as you have it doesn't matter how many he will somehow pull it off (including his own bags)

- he will keep randomly saying how much he loves you also

- he just wants you to be happy and know that he loves you deeply and hopes you do too

- idk how but he probably hid one of those giant stuffed bears in your guys's place and left it there the whole day until you two came back home and you found it in a closet, resulting in it falling on you

- reiner reserved a restaurant for dinner (it was niccolo's place) and it was amazing with however he was able to pull it off for the night despite many others wanting to dine there for valentines day as well

- secretly bought a shit ton of things for today as gifts for you and so when you two got home (after you found the giant bear) he brought out all the gifts and sat them in front of you with a proud smile on his face

- will cry if you get him anything in return