#it's cheesy while still being heartfelt

[doctorscoobywho]

Blue Beetle (2023) reminded me why I love DC and the superhero genre

[kiwriteswords]

Something To Be Thankful For

Masterlist || Ao3

AN: With Thanksgiving in the US next week, I could not help myself! Started writing this one last week and debated on posting, but here we are. Enjoy! Grateful for this community! (Also needed to post this before I move onto writing some Christmas content, lol!)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: Thanksgiving, fluff, domestic moments, holiday traditions, family dynamics, slow burn, new relationship, found family, mentions of grief, mentions of wine/alcohol, and food TW.

Sypnosis: When you accept an unexpected Thanksgiving invitation from Aaron Hotchner and his son Jack, a simple holiday dinner becomes something more. Through shared laughter, heartfelt moments, and the warmth of a home-cooked meal, you discover the beauty of connection and the quiet joy of being exactly where you belong.

You were shuffling papers into your go-bag when you heard a knock on the edge of your desk. Glancing up, you were greeted by Hotch’s warm smile, softer than the one he wore in the field but still undeniably him. It was a smile you’d only recently gotten used to—the kind of smile that reminded you things between the two of you were no longer strictly professional.

The bullpen was quieter than usual. Most of the team had already left for the extended Thanksgiving break. Morgan had been the first to bolt, teasing everyone about having a “real” meal with family, while Garcia had dragged Reid out the door, insisting he couldn’t spend the holiday with nothing but his books for company. Rossi had a feast he was looking forward to slaving over, and you could still hear Emily groan at having to see her mother. JJ, however, was looking forward to the domestic Thanksgiving she was hosting. Now, it was just you and Hotch left, lingering in the familiar silence of the BAU.

“You’re not headed out yet?” Aaron’s voice broke the silence, low and thoughtful, drawing your attention away from your bag. He stood near your desk, hands in his pockets, his tie slightly loosened from the day.

“Just tying up some loose ends,” you replied, zipping your bag shut and brushing a stray hair from your face. “You?”

He hesitated, his gaze shifting from your bag to you and then back again. His expression was softer than usual, but his shoulders still carried that ever-present weight. “Actually, I wanted to ask what your plans are for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, nothing special.” You shrugged, keeping your tone light and breezy. “My family’s out of state, so I’ll probably just stay in. Maybe I’ll cook something small and watch some cheesy holiday movies. You know, the usual.”

Aaron frowned slightly, the crease between his brows deepening, and you immediately regretted how casually you’d phrased it. His concern was unmistakable, and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re spending it alone?” he asked, his voice a touch lower, softer.

“Well, yeah,” you said lightly, trying to shrug it off. “I didn’t think traveling back for just a few days made sense. Plus, it’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

He didn’t respond right away, and his silence made you look up at him. There was something unreadable in his expression, a quiet thoughtfulness that always made you feel like he saw more than you ever intended to show. His lips pressed together briefly, and then his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. When he finally spoke, there was a quiet determination in his tone.

“Then join me and Jack.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Join us,” he repeated, stepping closer, his voice gentler this time. “It’ll just be the two of us. Jessica is with Haley’s family, and Sean… well, who knows where he is. There’s plenty of room at the table.”

“Oh, Aaron, I don’t want to intrude—”

“You wouldn’t be,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. He stepped closer still, and now his eyes held yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt. “Jack would love to have you there. And so would I.”

Your throat tightened at his sincerity, and for a moment, you could only stare at him. This was Aaron Hotchner—stoic, composed, sometimes impossibly guarded. But now, he was standing in front of you, asking you to spend Thanksgiving with him and his son. It was more than an invitation—it felt like a gesture, an opening to something you hadn’t dared to hope for.

The two of you hadn’t discussed Thanksgiving before this. Your relationship was still new, so new that you’d intentionally avoided bringing up the holiday, not wanting to impose or create any kind of awkward expectation. But here he was, offering exactly what you hadn’t dared to ask for.

“You’re sure?” you asked, your voice quieter now, hesitant.

“I’m very sure,” he said, his voice soft but resolute. “You shouldn’t spend the holiday alone. And honestly…” He paused, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “It wouldn’t feel right without you.”

Aaron could see the uncertainty flickering in your expression, but he also saw the moment it gave way to something warmer, something that made his chest tighten. He hadn’t planned to ask—not until he saw you standing there, zipping up your bag with a casual mention of spending the day alone. The thought of you sitting by yourself, piecing together a small meal, felt wrong in a way he couldn’t ignore.

You nodded, the weight of his sincerity breaking through your hesitation. “Okay. I’ll come.”

The relief that washed over his face was subtle but unmistakable, and his small smile made your chest feel impossibly light. “Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you said, unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips. “Sounds perfect.”

As the two of you walked to the elevator, silence filled the space, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You felt his presence next to you, steady and sure, and your mind raced with the implications of spending Thanksgiving with him and Jack. It was new territory, uncharted and a little daunting, but the thought of sitting at his table—laughing, sharing stories, carving turkey—filled you with a warmth that hadn’t been there before.

Aaron glanced at you as you both stepped into the elevator, catching the faint trace of a smile on your lips. For him, the idea of having you there wasn’t just about avoiding loneliness; it was about inviting you into something that mattered to him. Jack needed to see that warmth, that joy again. And, quietly, so did he.

The morning of Thanksgiving arrived, and your kitchen looked like a crime scene—a deliciously fragrant, pumpkin-filled crime scene. Flour dusted the counter, a rolling pin was haphazardly balanced against a bowl, and the golden-brown crust of your homemade pumpkin pie was cooling on a rack, mocking you with its imperfect edges.

“This has to be perfect,” you muttered, frowning as you adjusted the spices in the filling for the third time. Despite your best efforts, doubt lingered like a stubborn stain. You didn’t want to bring just any dessert to Aaron and Jack’s Thanksgiving table; it had to be flawless.

But the pie wasn’t your only problem.

Your bedroom was a disaster zone. A few blouses were draped over the chair, rejected dresses lay in a heap on the bed, and a pair of black heels you’d pulled from the back of your closet sat mockingly on the floor. Every outfit you tried on felt wrong—too formal, too casual, or just not you.

After tossing yet another top onto the growing pile, you grabbed your phone and hit Aaron’s contact. The second you heard his warm, familiar voice on the other end, you started rambling.

“Hey, okay, so, uh, what’s the dress code for today? Like, should I wear a dress? Or maybe a nice top and jeans? Or should I do something fancier? I don’t want to overdo it, but I also don’t want to look like I didn’t try—oh God, what if I look like I’m trying too hard? Are we doing photos? Do I need to plan for that? Aaron—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, a soft laugh threading through his voice. “Take a breath.”

You paused, clutching the phone tightly as you exhaled. “Sorry. I’m just… overthinking.”

“I can tell,” he said, still chuckling. “But you don’t have to. Trust me.”

“How can I not overthink? It’s our first holiday together, and I don’t want to mess it up,” you admitted in a rush.

“You won’t,” he assured you, his tone gentle. “Honestly, you’re adorable when you get frazzled like this.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, and before you could protest, he added, “Jack’s still in his pajamas. And as for me… well, I’m not exactly pulling out a suit for dinner at home. Something comfortable is perfectly fine.”

“Wait—Jack’s still in his pajamas?” you asked, blinking in disbelief, looking at the clock on your nightstand.

“Yes,” Aaron said, clearly amused. “And he’ll probably stay in them until I convince him to change for dinner. So, whatever you’re comfortable in will be perfect. You don’t need to try for us.”

His words sank in, melting some of the tension in your chest. “Okay,” you said quietly, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you. I think I needed to hear that.”

“Of course,” he said softly. “Now, how’s the pie coming along?”

You glanced toward the kitchen, where the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon lingered in the air. “It’s… well, it’s not going to win any awards for presentation, but I think it’ll taste good.”

“That’s all that matters,” Aaron said. “We’re looking forward to it—and to seeing you.”

Your stomach fluttered at the warmth in his voice. “Me too,” you murmured, suddenly feeling a lot calmer.

“Good. I’ll be there soon to pick you up. Take your time finishing up.”

“Okay. Thanks, Aaron.”

After you hung up, you felt the lingering anxiety dissolve. You ditched the fancy outfit idea and settled on your favorite pair of jeans and a cozy sweater. Then, you went back to the pie, focusing on getting the filling just right while you waited for him to arrive.

When the familiar black SUV pulled into your driveway, you took a deep breath, balancing the still-warm pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag filled with carefully packed containers in the other. You barely had time to lock the door behind you before Jack jumped out of the car and bounded up to meet you, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi!” he chirped, his excitement palpable. He glanced at the pie in your hands. “Is that dessert?”

“It sure is,” you said, crouching slightly to meet his gaze. “And there’s more where that came from. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I’m always hungry,” Jack said with a dramatic sigh, making you laugh.

Aaron approached a moment later, his brows lifting in surprise as he took in the scene. You were balancing a picture-perfect pumpkin pie in one hand and a bag in the other, your face flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Pumpkin pie and—what’s in the bag?” he asked, his tone light with curiosity.

You straightened, holding the bag up with a sheepish smile. “Homemade stuffing. And a couple of bottles of wine.”

Aaron blinked, his lips curving into an amused smile. He had expected you to bring the pumpkin pie you raved about, knowing how thoughtful you were, but this was above and beyond. “You didn’t have to go all out.”

“It’s Thanksgiving,” you replied, shrugging. “It felt weird to show up empty-handed.”

“And the wine?” he asked, his tone teasing as his gaze flicked to the bottles tucked in the side pocket of the bag.

“One red, one white,” you said, grinning. “You like red, I like white, and I’m not driving, so… why not?”

Aaron chuckled softly, shaking his head. You’d thought of everything. “Fair enough. Why not?”

Jack reached for the bag, eager to help, but Aaron gently intercepted it. “Let me carry that,” he said, taking the bag and pie from you. “You take it easy. We’ve got this.”

As he walked back to the car, his thoughts lingered on you. He’d always admired your attention to detail, but this? This was another level. It wasn’t just the food or the wine—it was the thoughtfulness behind it. You’d taken the time to think about what would make the day special, not just for him but for Jack, too. It tugged at something deep in him, quiet gratitude that he wasn’t facing this day alone anymore.

The drive back to Aaron and Jack’s apartment was quiet and peaceful, the kind of stillness that only came with holidays. The roads were nearly empty; the world seemingly paused for the day.

Jack filled the silence, animatedly telling you about how his dad had let him help with the turkey that morning.

“Well, I didn’t really touch the turkey,” Jack admitted, grinning. “But I got to pick the seasoning!”

From the driver’s seat, Aaron couldn’t help but smile. Jack was practically beaming, his excitement contagious. Aaron found himself glancing at you in the rearview mirror, the way your eyes lit up as you listened to Jack’s story.

“You’ve got a good sous chef there, Aaron,” you teased, glancing at him. He gave you one of those small, subtle smiles that you were quickly learning to adore.

The warmth of your voice settled something in him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been dreading this day, how empty it had felt knowing Jessica was away and Sean was off doing who-knew-what. But now, with you in the car and Jack’s laughter filling the space, it felt… full. It felt right.

“Well,” Aaron said, his lips twitching into a faint smile, “he might be better at seasoning than I am.”

Jack let out a laugh, and you joined in, the sound weaving through the quiet hum of the car. Aaron’s chest tightened for a moment—not in discomfort, but in recognition. This was something he hadn’t allowed himself to hope for in a long time: the beginnings of a new kind of family, one that made the holidays feel like home again.

When you arrived at the apartment, Aaron carried your things while you shrugged off your coat. He set the bag down carefully and returned to you, his hands outstretched to take your coat. His gaze lingered a little longer, studying your face before trailing down to your outfit. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and warm. The sincerity behind it made your heart skip.

You glanced down at your outfit—a simple pair of jeans and a soft sweater—and flushed. “This? It’s nothing fancy.”

“I know,” he replied, his smile growing slightly. “That’s why I like it. You could be wearing sweats, and you’d still look great.”

Your chest fluttered at his words, and you smiled shyly. “Thanks, Aaron.”

He hung your coat with an easy familiarity, glancing back at you as if he wanted to say more but chose to keep it to himself. For a moment, the quiet in the room felt heavy with something unspoken, but then Jack broke the silence, bounding toward you with the same enthusiasm he’d shown when he first greeted you.

“Come on! We’re setting the table,” Jack said, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dining area.

“Lead the way,” you said with a laugh, letting him guide you.

Aaron stood by the doorway to the kitchen for a moment, watching the two of you go. Jack was chatting animatedly about napkin folding techniques he’d learned from his Aunt Jess, and you were smiling, nodding along with genuine interest. Aaron turned back to the kitchen, his chest tightening—not from stress, but from something softer, more hopeful.

The next half hour passed in a warm flurry of activity. While Aaron focused on the turkey, you and Jack worked together to set the table. Jack insisted on folding the napkins into what he called “turkey shapes,” even though they looked more like triangles, and you encouraged his efforts as if he were crafting masterpieces.

“You’re a natural,” you told him as he carefully adjusted a plate.

He grinned up at you, his pride clear. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely,” you said with a playful wink, and Jack’s grin widened even more.

From the kitchen, Aaron glanced over at the two of you. His hands stilled on the turkey baster as he watched Jack eagerly showing you his handiwork, your laughter mixing with Jack’s excited chatter. The sight made something settle in him, a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time spreading through his chest.

He shifted his focus back to the turkey, his mind wandering to how easily you’d fit into their dynamic. It wasn’t forced, wasn’t awkward. Instead, it was natural, like you’d been part of their little family all along. He shook his head slightly, the faintest smile lingering on his lips as he resumed preparing dinner.

The apartment filled with the warm, savory aroma of roasting turkey, the clinking of plates as Jack adjusted the table settings, and the soft hum of conversation. Occasionally, you glanced toward the kitchen, where Aaron worked with quiet efficiency, a faint smile playing at the edges of his expression whenever he caught your eye.

Jack’s laughter echoed brightly, and Aaron chuckled softly in response, the sound grounding the space in warmth and comfort. It had been a long time since Thanksgiving had felt like more than just another day, but with you here, it felt different. It felt like something new, something he wanted to hold onto.

The table was set, the food was ready, and the apartment buzzed with a warmth that felt almost tangible. Jack had insisted on lighting the small candle centerpiece he’d picked out, proudly declaring it “fancy.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he adjusted the napkins for the third time, clearly taking his job very seriously.

Aaron carried the turkey to the table, the golden skin glistening perfectly, and Jack’s eyes widened in awe. “Whoa, Dad, it looks awesome!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Aaron said, his lips quirking into a small smile. His gaze flickered toward you for a moment, something softer lingering there before he gestured for everyone to take their seats.

As the three of you settled in, Jack’s excitement bubbled over. “Can we eat now? Please?”

Aaron shook his head, chuckling. “Not quite yet, Jack.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze warm as he looked between you and his son. “Before we start, I think it’s only right that we share what we’re grateful for.”

Jack groaned, though his grin betrayed him. “Dad…”

“Come on,” Aaron said with a faint smirk. “It’s tradition.”

Jack sighed dramatically, but you could tell he didn’t mind as much as he pretended. Aaron turned to you, a slight tilt of his head. “Would you like to go first?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but quickly smiled. “Sure.” You looked at Jack, then at Aaron, and for a moment, your words caught in your throat. “I guess… I’m grateful for this,” you said softly. “For being here, for both of you. This is the kind of thing I’ve always dreamed of—a warm meal, good company, and moments that feel like home.”

Aaron’s expression softened, his gaze steady as he nodded. Jack beamed at you, clearly pleased by your answer.

“My turn!” Jack piped up. “I’m grateful for… um… pie!” He grinned mischievously before quickly adding, “And Dad. And you,” he said, looking at you shyly. “And for not having to eat Brussels sprouts this year.”

That earned a laugh from both you and Aaron, and Jack grinned, proud of himself. Aaron’s smile lingered as he turned his attention to Jack.

“Well, I’m grateful for you, Jack,” he said, his tone soft but steady. “And for this… for today. It’s been a while since Thanksgiving felt like Thanksgiving.”

His gaze shifted to you, and there was something unspoken in his eyes, a depth that made your breath catch. “I’m grateful for you,” he said simply. “For being here.”

The words were gentle but carried a weight that settled over the table like a warm blanket. Jack didn’t notice the brief pause that followed, busy trying to decide what part of the turkey to claim first, but you felt it—the quiet sincerity of what Aaron had said.

As the meal began, the conversation flowed easily, laughter punctuating the clinking of plates and utensils. The food was incredible, each dish perfectly cooked and seasoned. You found yourself marveling at Aaron’s skill in the kitchen.

“This is amazing,” you said between bites of turkey. “I can’t believe you pulled all of this together.”

“Dad’s a really good cook,” Jack said proudly. “He always lets me help.”

Aaron glanced at you, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks at the praise. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” he said quietly, his tone tinged with modesty.

The meal stretched on, each bite more delicious than the last, but it wasn’t just the food—it was the atmosphere. The apartment felt alive in a way it hadn’t in years. For Aaron, this was the first Thanksgiving he hadn’t spent alone with Jack since Haley passed. The ones before that—when he and Haley were divorced—had been different, fractured in a way he tried not to dwell on.

But tonight? Tonight was different. It wasn’t just the food or the laughter; it was the way you fit so effortlessly into this moment. It was the way Jack’s eyes lit up when you praised his napkin folding, the way your laugh softened the edges of his own grief, the way you leaned into this space like it was where you belonged.

Aaron leaned back slightly, watching you and Jack talk animatedly about the pie, his heart aching in a way that wasn’t painful but full. It had been years—years—since he’d felt this kind of warmth during a holiday. Not since Jack was a baby, not since he and Haley had been on the same page. This wasn’t just a good Thanksgiving. This was a piece of something he hadn’t even realized he’d been missing.

For you, this moment was everything you’d dreamed of when you thought about falling in love someday. Not the grand gestures or big declarations, but this—the little moments. The laughter shared over a meal, the warmth of a family gathering, the simple joy of being wanted somewhere.

As the evening wore on, Jack began to nod off at the table, and Aaron scooped him up, promising him a slice of pie tomorrow. You helped clear the dishes, and the quiet rhythm of the task ground you both in the moment. Aaron glanced at you as you set the last plate in the sink, his expression soft.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“For what?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“For being here,” he said simply, the weight of his gratitude clear in his voice.

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest as you replied, “Thank you for having me.” And for the first time in a long time, you both felt like Thanksgiving was exactly what it was meant to be.

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[lysaisland]

lovesick

january hasn’t even hit double digits yet, i’m all valentines ready 😭😭

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹. Keigo wouldn’t be surprised if he just collapsed because of a heart attack with how fast his heart was pounding. He needed to stop being so nervous, or else he was going to start to sweat. If he started to sweat, then he was going to smell, and then — argh!

It was Valentine’s day, D-day, the day of yours and Keigo’s first date.

Normally, Keigo would breeze through a date easily. No problems. He’d smile cheekily, flirt in that way he always does and wouldn’t even think twice about casual touches, hand holding or kisses. 

 But with you, god, it was so different.

You two were already friends before he asked you out. You guys bonded over the little things: early lectures, stupid films and the bastard that was Touya Todoroki. However, long before he even entertained the idea of liking you romantically, his breath always hitched when you came into the room. As cheesy as it sounded, you were dazzling to him, funny and sweet. He was smitten. 

He thought that the hard part was finally over when he successfully asked you out. A movie night in your dorm, with a classic face-to-face, heartfelt confession (which ended with red cheeks and redder lips). He remembered that while you moved to press a firm kiss to his lips, you held his face gently. No one ever did that before. No one ever held him with such softness, with such affection like you did. 

Keigo, you muttered quietly with a smile into his ear, finally.

He reached for his jacket. God, he needed to get his act together. His hands fiddled with the zipper before dragging it up to his collarbones. The weather was getting warmer, warm enough to forego the outerwear. But, for some inexplicable reason if it got colder, he figured that he could offer you his jacket. Be the perfect gentlemanly boyfriend you deserve. He didn’t need the jacket anyway, he ran hotter than most. 

Keigo looked into the mirror, eyes scrutinising his reflection. He looked like he was going to take a hike up Mount Everest. For a more relaxed look, and to kid himself into looking like some state of calm, he unzipped his jacket. His hawk-like eyes zoned in on a small stain on his shirt. Fuck. Why on god’s green earth did he not see that before?? With furrowed brows, he glanced at the clock, then zipped his jacket halfway to cover the dirt and bolted out the door with a picnic basket in hand. 

Thankfully not out of breath, he arrived at the park. It was late afternoon and surprisingly empty. At this point in the day, Keigo was just glad that you were running slightly late too. He had received a text from you just as he reached the meeting place, saying something had come up and that you’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. 

Perfect! Just enough time to set up the picnic. The plan was to stay long enough to watch the sun sink into the sky and then, well, Keigo was willing to improvise. The sky was cloudy, he might have to concoct a plan sooner than he thought. 

“Keigo,” you gaped, “what the actual hell? This is beautiful!” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. They were clear and sparkling, and slightly squinted due to the huge beam on your face. Keigo thought that he would never see a cuter sight.

You set your bag down, laughing as you joined him on the picnic blanket. The sound, a delight to his ears. 

“What’s up sweets?” He huffed, laughing with you, “Miss me?”

Bending forward, you poked his cheek, “Always. Did you know you looked like a meerkat just then?” You quickly added.

He feigned offence, “You wound me! I’m excited to see you and this is what I get?”

“But you love me right?”

“I still didn’t look like a desert rat.”

You leaned back, to imitate the way he looked at you.

“Now, tell me that didn’t look like a meerkat.” 

“I’d prefer it if you said I looked like anything else — a hawk perhaps?”

“Meerkats are cute, I’m calling you cute!”

“Mmh…” He reached out his finger to poke your cheek just as you did, “Nope. Not at all. You must be seeing things.”

You rolled your eyes with a light smile, before looking at Keigo’s picnic set up again. 

“You did all of this for me?”

There was a fragrant bouquet of yours and Keigo’s favourite flowers sitting in the woven picnic basket, full bloom. You told him that you loved pretty things, what was prettier than flowers? Though, he was very close to printing out a bunch of candid photographs of you both to decorate the picnic — he refrained by a fraction. 

A platter of your favourite fruits were placed beside the flowers, meticulously arranged. Keigo was particularly proud of them; he cut the strawberries into heart shapes. However, the star of the show (apart from you, of course) was the cake he baked. It was a small thing, not the best looking. He was never any good with cooking, let alone baking, but he tried. It was slightly squashed on the side from being in the basket, even so, it should taste good. 

“Anything for you really,” he replied, your name sweet on his lips, “want to take a bite?”

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.

part two? yay or nay?

edit: pt two here!!

[oppysbabydoll]

hiiii!! Saw you do request and i was wondering if you could do mtmte drift x ratchet x reader? (Poly relationship your honor) iam so hungry for dratchet x reader content and theres only so lil crumbs in here, it made me sad 😭

(Depends on you if you wanna headcanons or fic, as long its dratchet x reader pls,, its okay if you don't wanna tho)

of course! i should’ve mentioned this on my introduction but im totally comfortable with polyam requests, as a polyamorous person myself! plus, dratchet is adorable <3 you have good taste anon

without further ado, have some dratchet

dratchet x human reader (sfw)

you’re the first human on the ship, so it’s natural for transformers to take interest in you. everyone was curious about the human. yet after the initial excitement faded away, bots like ratchet and drift still were curious about you

as the only organic, the medic was curious and worried to see how your body worked. what would happen if you got injured? what would he do then? and worst of all… what does that say about him, as a medic? if he can’t heal the crew then what good is he as a medic? so he does checkups repeatedly to better understand how your body function. while his initial reasons are based on his own insecurities… a genuine bond does form

you talk about your hobbies, your interests, whatever makes you happy as ratchet does his checkups because speaking from personal experience… doctor visits are not easy. while ratchet is initially annoyed by your rambles, your passion inspires him. and on cycles where he isn’t scheduled to check up on you… he finds himself missing your presence (he’d rather die than admit it though lol)

for drift… his reasons for becoming close to you r for redemption. as a former deception, he’s done some terrible things against those he deemed as inferior: humans being one of them. by befriending you… he can’t take away his past, but he can create a better future with you. and much like hot rod, you match his energy. unlike said mech, you try to understand his interests, like crystals and yoga

of course, you being involved in the equation doesn’t erase dratchet from happening—if anything, it only pushes them to happen sooner. when drift confides to you, you encourage him to talk to ratchet more, and wingman for him, hyping him in front of ratchet. and while ratchet is initially skeptical of even talking to drift since they’re so. Different they do become a thing

they become a thing and you think your job here is done. unbeknownst to you, these bots want you too! so they make their own moves! drift gives you as many compliments as possible that tether on the edge between platonic and something more. he ultimately confesses with a heartfelt gesture. maybe with all his crystals forming a heart. cheesy but endearingly sweet <3

ratchet isn’t as loud about his feelings but… he definitely is softer in his interactions with you. he gives you lots of soft looks when he thinks you aren’t looking. i can’t see him confessing unless it’s heat of the moment so i think you or drift would have to make the first move to suggest a polyamorous relationship. but between the three of you: resident protector, medic, and human of megarod’s ship, you’re a wonderful trio

[oldwritingm]

congrats on 400 & i'm so happy to be here!!!

for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!

i've been craving soft comfort qwq

- 🍡

Here you are love!

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection

Kyle

Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship

So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious

"Kyle, you're so pretty."

He'll just blink at you for a second

When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real

And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully

He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:

"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."

It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard

He actually really loves when you surprise him like that

He will be thinking about it for the next week at least

He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind

A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little

He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it

Stan

He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first

Especially if it just comes out of the blue

"I love you, Stan."

He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline

When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little

"You're... being serious?"

He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you

He struggles with insecurity :(

No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him

But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters

He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)

And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze

Be prepared for a bear hug :D

And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder

Butters

It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking

He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking

And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment

So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection

"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."

He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly

"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"

Cue the tooth-rotting fluff

This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...

It is very cheesy

But Butters LIVES for it

He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)

Kenny

I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions

And matching them as soon as he's aware

So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you

He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything

"I'm so in love with you."

You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight

Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally

It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return

"I'm in love with you, too."

Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight

Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms

Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing

Cartman

He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)

Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you

"I love you more than you even know."

He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters

He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you

"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."

In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon

And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least

Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist

Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:

"I love you more, stupid."

He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)

Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)

Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[ptolemaeacles]

♡ being hazel callahan’s cheerleader gf hcs

pairing: hazel callahan x cheerleader!reader

synopsis: what it’s like dating hazel (post huntington fight)

notes: unofficial part two to this !! if you guys have anything to add, feel free to hop into my inbox or comment, i love interacting with you guys !!

word count: 1k

after the huntington fight, she finally took you out on a date. she completely wracked her brain for days trying to find the best place to take you.

most likely, asked josie where she would take isabel since the four of you seemed to be parallels of each other (nerdy, loser lesbian and her super hot, preppy gf)

going back to the first date though, i would imagine she took you to an arcade or maybe a diner (like josie and isabel were at). and of course she shyly asked you if that’s what you wanted.

hazel and you were sat in your english, making usual conversation since the both of you had finished your work. hazel realized it was probably a good time to ask you about that date.

“so i wanted to ask you, um, about the date. i know it’s been a few days and i’ve been planning it but what do you think about the diner? you know, after school, you can pick the day if you’d like, or if you changed your mind, we can just not go at all, it depends on you-”

“haze,” you stopped her with a soft smile and putting your hand on top of hers, “i’d love to go to a diner. that’s perfect. and tomorrow is good with me if it’s good with you!”

hazel sheepishly smiled back at you.

“yeah, it’s good with me.” she murmured.

after the third or fourth date, she wanted to pop the “will you be my girlfriend” speech badly. she wanted it to be romantic but not cheesy, heartfelt but not corny, cute but not cliche. god she was over thinking this like a motherfucker.

and to her surprise, you popped the question before her.

hazel was lounging on the loveseat in the corner of your room while you were sitting cross legged on your bed. the both of you had decided to study at your house after school. (not much studying was done so far. often getting distracted by making out with each other. so much so, the two of you had realized that nearly an hour had passed which resulted in hazel moving to the loveseat so the two of you could get some actual studying done.)

“so did you divide both sides by 6 or by 4? i don’t get that part.” hazel lifted her gaze from her notebook to you, who was already looking at her.

you decided to just blurt it out.

“haze,” she hummed in response, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

hazel felt her mouth go dry. she really did want to be the one to ask you but it was so much hotter that you asked her.

“yeah, uh, yes, fuck, i’d love to.” she exclaimed.

now onto the actual BEING hazel’s gf (i love to over explain things, sorry)

hazel’s love language is definitely physical touch or gifting-giving. not super into pda but will put her arm around your shoulders or a hand on your lower back when you’re walking. if she’s feeling risqué, then an arm around your waist.

no matter how long you guys have been dating, she still gets nervous around you. doesn’t matter if you woke up with horrid morning breath, messy bed head, and/or a puffy face, she’d still look at you starstruck, as if you held the entire world in your palms. she’s a hopeless woman in love.

she does have a lot of money (probably one of those kids who refuses to say she’s rich, she calls herself “comfortable” …..) but she loves to make gifts for you. i can see her being into welding or wood workshop. (not sure if all schools have these types of classes, i’m american soooo)

100% makes wooden sculptures or welding a ring with the both of your initials on the inside. she made a wooden sculpture of the two of you holding hands (you nearly cried when she gave it to you)

very big music lover. listens to divorced dad rock. pearl jam, metallica, nirvana, etc. probably a minor swiftie (really obsessed with folklore and evermore but not a big fan of her other albums) definitely listens to boygenius (she listens to ‘leonard cohen’ and thinks of you). likes r&b/rap from time to time. (frank ocean, mac miller, a bit of tyler the creator.) oh and some 80s r&b like sade. her playlist is very diverse to say the least.

not really a gf headcanon but she’s definitely got some irregular allergies. strawberries, i would say. walnuts too.

PLAYS GUITAR. both acoustic and electric, she's interested in drums too and she tried learning how to play but it was too loud for her so she quit. writes songs for you but you would never get her to perform them or even show you in a million years.

LOVESSSSSS to nap and cuddle with you. a lot of the time, she invites you to her house under the guise of “studying”. you’ll be grabbing your backpack ready to pull out your english homework and she’s grabbing her blanket and asking you to just lay in her bed with her for “5 minutes”. you guys end up falling asleep (exactly like she planned) and wasted 2 hours. it was worth it.

“okay so i think we should start with our english homework because we need to brainstorm for the ess-“ you opened your bag, ready to study with your girlfriend.

“we can do that later, babe,�� hazel grabbed your bag and set it on the ground, “aren’t you tired? i mean you walked all around campus, which is huge, might i add-“

“not really-“

“doesn’t matter. we should lay down and rest a bit so we can have clear minds, and we’ll be ready to study.” hazel had already kicked off her shoes and crawled into her bed, lifting her blanket and silently asking you to lay down with her.

“only a few minutes, okay, and then we have to get to work.” you breathily chuckeld, not impressed with your girlfriend’s antics.

hazel giggled and ushered you under her blanket, wrapping her arm tightly around your waist and tucking your head in the crook of her neck.

you knew what her plan was but she was too cute to say no to.

[ponderingmoonlight]

can i request 41 and 44 with Megumi please? maybe sunshine x grumpy type

thank youuuu

There you go. Sorry it took so long, I still hope you'll enjoy it though <3

Yuji's little sunshine sister with grumpy Megumi

Pairing: Megumi x Yuji's little sister

Word Count: 2,2k

Synopsis: Despite the fact that Megumi is the complete opposite of you, he can't help but secretely having a crush on you. It isn't until you get severely injured by Mahito that Megumi begins to realize it can't go on like this...

Warnings: language, Megumi being a grumpy cat, injury

You adore him. The way he walks, the way he talks, the way he carries himself with so much disinterest despite everyone knows how much he cares about others. Yes, Megumi Fushiguro is the complete opposite of your out-going, confident and sweet self.

„Hey Fushiguro, I was hoping to see you today!“ you shout towards him.            

The second his eyes catch a glimpse of you, he feels lost again. God, why do you have to be so damn stunning, why do you never fail to make him blush?

His heart sinks. And why on earth do you have to be the little sister of his friend?

„Oh, I didn’t expect you here today “, Yuji speaks out next to him in surprise, wrapping his arms around you just like he always does.

„Yeah, the mission was over sooner than expected “, you explain briefly while letting yourself sink into his loving arms.

You really adore your big brother. Despite all the things you’ve been through together, he still wears the same soft smile on his face when seeing you, embracing you in a tight hug just the way you like it. Not even the fact that he’s the vessel of the king of curses can change that.

„I’m glad you’re okay! Hey, Fushiguro and I are on our way to the training field, would you like to join? “

You grin ear to ear at the black-haired boy next to your brother, excitement crawling up your veins. Even though you know you shouldn’t fall for the best friend of your brother, you fell head over heels with your heart first. There’s just something about him. Something that makes your heart skip a beat and breath get stuck in your throat. Even though you are like fire and rain, sun and moon, basically from different stars.

Maybe it is especially the fact that he is so different from you that drives you insane. After all opposites attract, right?

“Hey Megumi…”

His eyes dart towards you in annoyance, side-eyeing you up and down. That cheeky tone in your voice speaks volumes.

Slowly you lean towards him, face only inches away from his own. Fuck, why does he feel so weak suddenly? What is it that makes him stare right into your mesmerizing eyes? You must have put a spell on him.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

He stares at you in disbelief, the way you smile at him while raising your eyebrows. Megumi’s heart almost beats out of his chest when you hold onto his biceps while laughing so heartfelt that he can’t help but admire you.

Despite all the cruel things you have seen, despite the fact that your big brother is the vessel of Sukuna, even though you yourself know the world of jujutsu well enough since being in your first year, you still laugh as brightly as a thousand stars. Maybe that’s it, the reason why Megumi always respected you. You just seem so unbothered, so easy to love.

Why on earth would someone like you fall for a guy like him?

“Are you really trying to flirt with me?”, he remarks dryly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

But you don’t mind. Instead you put your arm around him once more, his skin shivering by your gentle touch.

In a world full of darkness, you seem to be the only light.

“Was my pickup line too cheesy? I couldn’t help myself, I love the way you look at me when I trifle with you.”

That smile. That gorgeous bright smile that could light a whole universe. How could he ever be mad at you when you look at him like that? But still, you’re standing next to your brother, Megumi’s very own friend. It would be wrong to chase after you, not to mention the fact that a guy like him could never pull a girl like you. No, he has to keep his composure. His hands clench into fists, glimpsing at you one last time before turning around and walking away.

This is senseless, this is completely stupid. Why the hell did he fall for the sister of his best friend? And why do you have to be such an angel? Maybe it’s better to distance himself from you, to finally get you out of his head. Yes, Megumi will never have a chance with you anyway.

“Hey, wait for us!”, Yuji shouts after him.

-the next mission-

It will be easy, they said. Just befriending with that boy and trying to move him to Jujutsu High, they said. It wasn’t difficult to like Junpei. In fact, you and your brother got so close to him that it felt like you’ve known the boy forever.

Little did you know he worked for the enemy. Little did you know he would be the reason you’ll lay on the cold hard ground, covered in your own blood with a body unable to move.

“(y/n), you need to hold on for me.”

Nanami Kento’s voice rings through your ear, words not making any sense in your tired mind. Everything is surrounded by scorching pain, your limbs feel like falling off. That man with the multiple scars…Who is he? Is he even human? No, impossible, he has to be a curse, a cursed spirit, the devil himself.

Blood rushes through your ears, foggy sight completely occupied by the blonde man who accompanied you and Yuji.

Yuji…He’s still giving his best, crushing curses over and over with his bare hands. But even he seems to get tired. Even for him time seems to run out.

“Help…him…”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade away whisper, almost too damped to hear for Nanami.

“Yuji, take care of her. I will take over here.”

“Alright, Nanamin!”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Hey, was a rough fight, huh?”

Your brother’s hand gently pulls strands of hair out of your bloody face. He hates to admit it, but you look absolutely horrible. Since joining Jujutsu High along with you, Yuji was always aware of the fact that something like this might happen, that you’ll get injured while giving your best. But seeing you like this with your leg that protrudes unnaturally and the pool of your very own blood that you are soaking in kills him from the inside.

It hits him like a wall. You could die right here right now.

“I will call help. Please stay with me, okay? I couldn’t afford to lose you. And Megumi too.”

“Megumi…”

You never got the chance to tell him how you really feel about it. No, not even a date, not even a lunch together, nothing. Oh, how much you longed for his touch, how much you loved it when he looked at you with his ocean eyes, how much you wished to touch his spiky hair at least once. But now…

You aren’t sure if this will happen.

“Can you…call him?”

Your request sounds so dumb in your very own mind, how stupid to think about confessing your feelings to Megumi Fushiguro when you are severely injured. But you can’t help yourself. Right now, this is all you have on your mind, all you are able to think about.

“Sure, I will ask if he’ll come around”, your big brother assures with a small smile.

And he came. With fast and rapid steps, eyes widen in thick horror when gazing down at your puny figure. Who the hell did this to you? You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, even Nanami and Yuji came with you.

“How did this happen?”, he breathes out, kneeling down next to you instantly.

No, please let this be a cruel joke. You look as if all life drained from your body, eyes barely open.

“So err…Is this a difficult mission?”

“Are you worried about me?”, you purred while bating your eyelashes.

“No way I’m hell, I’m just asking”, he barked back.

“Just a simple one, hope you don’t worry too much, ‘Gumi…”

“I’m not worried!”

He signs. Why did they send you instead of him? Because you do it so effortlessly, talking to other people and making them fall head over heels for you. Yes, you were perfect for this mission along with Yuji, a true sweetheart.

But why on earth did you have to get injured so badly?

“We need to get her out of here, the fight is still ongoing”, Ijichi speaks out behind him.

Megumi signs. He’s right, overthinking won’t help you. With a swift motion he picks you up, eager to not hurt you any further.

“Everything hurts…”, you press out.

“Please take care of her, Megumi. I know you can do that best”, Yuji speaks out.

“I will. I will…”

-at Jujutsu High-

It’s been a hell of a ride. You feel unconscious the second Megumi placed to in the car, just barely breathing. Shoko was right by your side, doing as good as she can, but even she can’t conjure.

So you’re laying here on a sick bed with needles puncturing your veins and bandages covering your body. But your smile never faded.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you here today”, you croak.

Since the incident, he visited you multiple times a day. Always greeted by the same sentence and your cheeky smile. But instead of a grumpy reply, he simply sits down next to you and admires your stitched-up face.

You were lucky enough to survive that day. Even Kento Nanami would have died if it wasn’t for Yuji and Sukuna. If Yuji wasn’t there, if that cursed spirit hit you just once more…

He shakes his head, trying to get the pictures of your dead body out of his head. No, he can’t imagine a life without you and your breath-taking smile in it. Even your dumb jokes, your cheesy pick-up lines, your strange sense of humour.

“I miss you.”

What? Your words catch him completely off guard. Why would you say something like that?

“What do you mean? I’m visiting you every day”, he replies.

“Yeah but you aren’t grumpy anymore. You don’t roll your eyes at my jokes, you don’t slap my hand away, you just don’t act like…Megumi anymore”, you try to explain.

Since he came to pick you up that day, Megumi’s attitude towards you completely changed. Instead of showing his usual reactions to your dumb jokes, he just sat there in silence, staring at you without saying anything in reply. And while you really appreciate his visits, you can’t help but miss his grumpy attitude. What happened? Why did he change so drastically?

“You mean more to me than I thought”, he suddenly blurts out.

Your eyes widen, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Although you always dreamed about Megumi liking you more than just a friend, you never thought about that possibility fully. After all, you are the little sister of his friend, ‘a pain in the ass’ like he always said. No, despite your huge crush on him, you never thought it would be more that a dream.

“You almost died, (y/n)…Damn, I fought so hard against this, I thought I could resist you for Yuji and myself but you…you are just perfect in every way and I can’t! I can’t life without you!”

His shaky and heavy breathing hangs between both of you in the otherwise silent room, your glossy eyes staring at him in disbelief. Did he really just say that?

“Is this really how you feel?”

“I know it’s wrong, I know I shouldn’t see more in you than the little sister of my friend, that you are out of my league…I mean look at you…”

“But I like you too”, you interrupt him, lifting yourself off the bed to meet eye to eye with him.

“I like you since joining Jujutsu High. I always thought you don’t like me like that.”

“I love you, (y/n)!”, he cries out suddenly.

“And it really took me almost dying for you to see that?”

 “Shut up, you didn’t say anything yourself”, Megumi bites back.

“Yeah, you’re right…”

All your senses are directed towards him. That beautiful boy who swept you off your feet, completely occupying your mind since you joined Jujutsu High. You couldn’t care less about the fact that he is Yuji’s friend or that Megumi has a strange way of showing his affection. No, all you can think about is finally being able to rest your head against his chest, nose tingling by his delicious scent.

That boy with the spiky hair and grumpy attitude really loves you.

“Why are you looking at the window like that?”, Megumi questions, hands gently caressing your back.

“Just checking if it’s high enough to get a little injured…”, you explain briefly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind!?”

“Maybe then you’ll even ask me out on a date!”

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Look Chris Storer- you have the perfect plot set up- don't mess it up.

I talked to @currymanganese, but I got a little theory and a wish that Carmy and Syd, the two stunted individuals with almost perfect hangouts- skip a coffee date and go straight to Noma together. (I know irl it's closed, but this is a show)

Consider this: the ultimate gesture of apology for Sydney. This is a time we see Carmy at peace during the 3x09 montage with the song Blowing Kisses. Sydney is doubtful but still invested in the partnership, while Carmy is restless as he flips through books and drawings, seeking inspiration. The last time we see him inspired is at Noma. Maybe telling us that's a key part in his development and it's how he can mend his relationship with Sydney.

Not sure how they'll get there but What if there's a group trip to Copenhagen?

And it unfortunately includes the Faks.

where the Faks come in- Neil fak tells Carmy this in 3x03 Doors:

You'd love a surprise

Now correct me if I'm wrong - wasn't molly spotted in Copenhagen? What if the faks surprise carmy with claire, and Carmy already predicted himself that he hates surprises.

Claire's connection to Copenhagen:

Cliche but fun! This would be the pivotal point for Syd and Carmy's relationship as they bond, become inspired, and develop their relationship. It's also a moment for Carmy to have agency over his own life and start a new chapter. This can be done in a full sitcom style where chaos ensues but also includes heartfelt moments. A little conflict with Claire being there - they already compare syd and claire and make a dig at romcoms. They might as well go all the way with this on-off episode of a group Vacation Trope seen in comedies.

Might be cheesy but The Bear is a love story after all!

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 14

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, revenge is sweet 😉

Word Count: ~3800

A/N: A heartfelt thanks to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on this not-so-little self-indulgent Chef AU of mine -- like Chef Matt, I appreciate each and every one of you.

I would be remiss if I didn't give a special shout-out to the OG members of the Traumatized Irish Catholic Boys Discord server for the encouragement and cheerleading while I was writing this story -- @souliebird, @theradioactivespidergwen, @mattmurdocksscars, & @bellaxgiornata -- y'all are the reason Chef Matt even exists and for that I can't thank you enough.

While this may be the end of the main story, like every good (and some not-so-good, tbh) cheesy Hallmark rom-com, there's lots more to this tale! Chef Matt and Reader don't want to let me go, so I have more planned for them. Whether it winds up being several smaller one-shots or another multi-chapter thing remains to be seen, however, so stay tuned!

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

"Girl, you should have seen her," Skyler said as she filled you in over the phone on everything that had happened that morning at the Bulletin . "When she first walked into the office and saw all your stuff missing from your desk she got this smug-ass look on her face -- she was so sure you had either quit in embarrassment or had gotten fired over that article. God , was it satisfying to watch karma bite her in the ass."

You huffed out a laugh. "So then what happened?"

"Ellison had asked me to let him know when Kelsie had made it in, so I texted him and he immediately called her to his office,” Skyler continued. “She thought for sure that she was getting reassigned to Features so she made a big production of having 'no idea' as to what Ellison wanted then took her sweet time going to his office. Little did she know what was actually in store." 

She chuckled. "She was fuming by the time she came marching out of there. First she tried denying the whole thing, then once Ellison showed her the proof we had gathered she accused you of trying to frame her, then she accused me of trying to frame her, then by the time she had packed her desk and was being escorted out of the building by security she had accused Ellison of trying to frame her and was threatening to sue the Bulletin for wrongful termination. I'm so glad you waited until after she had left for the weekend to move your stuff over to your new desk because the moment she realized that her little scheme hadn't worked and you had just moved to a bigger, better desk was priceless."

You sighed and shook your head. "Well, at least it's over and I can just move on with my life."

Skyler was quiet for a moment. "Still haven't heard from Matt?"

Your heart squeezed. You were still hurt and angry that he would believe that you would stoop so low as to pretend to get close to him in order to write a tell-all article full of false information simply to further your career as an investigative journalist, yet at the same time, you missed him. You missed the way he had waited with bated breath as you tried one of his culinary creations, as if your opinion was the only one that mattered to him. You missed the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at you. You missed the way his hands had felt on yours when he had taught you how to identify fresh fruit and vegetables, the soft caress of his fingers as he had traced your face so he could draw a mental picture of what you looked like, and the way his breath had fanned over your lips as he had leaned in to kiss you.

You sighed and shook your head. You had spent the past 3 days crying over him, so the best thing to do now was to give up and move on. "No, he hasn't tried contacting me. He probably deleted the follow-up email I sent him trying to explain everything the second he got it and blocked my email address."

Skyler hummed. "Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Your brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Just that I don't want you to pass up the opportunity to be happy either."

Suddenly there was a knock on your door. "Oh, hold on, Sky, there's someone here."

"I'll let you go so you can get that."

You nodded. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." 

"By the way, you're welcome."

"I'm welcome? For what?" 

"Nothing, talk to you later, byeeeeee!"

Before you could say goodbye, Skyler hung up.

You shook your head with a fond smile as you went to answer the door. You were lucky to have a friend like her.

You opened it and sucked in a shocked breath at the sight of Matt standing outside of your apartment. “Matt?”

Matt smiled nervously at you. “Hi.”

You stood blinking at him for a few seconds. Finally you asked, “How do you know where I live?”

Matt bit his lip. “Oh, I um, I went by the Bulletin but you weren't there, so Skyler gave me your address. I know I probably should have called before just showing up at your home, but I really needed to speak to you and didn't think you'd answer my call, so may I, uh, may I come in?”

You hesitated a moment, then stepped out of the doorway. "Okay."

Matt walked in, then turned to face you as you closed the door behind him. "Thank you.” 

You debated on whether or not to offer him a seat, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, you wrapped your arms protectively across your chest. “What do you want, Matt?"

Matt fidgeted with the container you had belatedly noticed he was carrying. "I owe you an apology for my actions on Friday. I should have known that something was off with that article and given you the benefit of the doubt instead of automatically assuming the worst and accusing you of using me in order to further your career. Not that I'm trying to make excuses for my behavior, but it wouldn't have been the first time that it had happened."

Your brow furrowed and you uncrossed your arms. "What do you mean?"

Matt took a deep breath. "A couple of years ago I met this woman named Elektra, who was a restaurant reviewer for a small online magazine. We started dating and she eventually asked me if I would be okay with sitting down for an interview with her. Naturally I said yes, but when the interview was published it turned out to be a scathing review of both my restaurant and me as a person. Elektra had taken my words and twisted them to make it seem like all I cared about was becoming famous and that I was using my visual impairment to try to get a network deal -- and not only that, but she also strongly insinuated that I hadn't actually earned the Michelin stars that Nelson and Murdock had received and that the food at my restaurant was subpar." 

He shook his head. "The whole time we had been dating Elektra had been trying to get a job with a national publication and figured that an exposé on me would be her ticket in. Needless to say, we broke up after that but the damage had already been done. Her article had been picked up by The Hand , which absolutely tanked our reputation as a gourmet restaurant, forcing us to close Nelson and Murdock and nearly destroying my & Foggy's friendship.”

While you didn't know much about the culinary industry, you did know that The Hand was the premiere magazine for restaurant goers and their reviews were treated like gospel. “So that's why you don't trust journalists.”

Matt nodded. “After I found out that Elektra had used me I decided that I would never get involved with a journalist or do another interview again, but business has been struggling at Daredevil ever since we opened a few months ago so Foggy took it upon himself to schedule me for an interview with the Bulletin during Restaurant Week to try to drum up some business.”

He paused. “I was originally told that it would be with the writer for the food and restaurant section, so I hope you understand my… hesitancy at first.”

You huffed out a breath. “Yeah, it was supposed to have been Kelsie but she was actually out sick with food poisoning at the time, so it was reassigned to me. Oh, and by the way, it turns out that she wrote the exposé I accidentally sent you. She lured me away from my desk while I was in the middle of sending you my real article and swapped the attachment out in an attempt to sabotage me.”

Matt shook his head. "By the way, I did wind up reading your real article and I really appreciate all of the kind and wonderful things you said about me."

You shrugged. "I just wrote what I felt was the truth at the time."

"'At the time'?" Matt bit his lip. "Does that mean you don't still feel that it's the truth?"

You sighed. While you were still a bit hurt and upset that Matt could have thought so little of you, you could now understand the reasoning behind his thoughts.

You shook your head. “No, I do. I still believe everything I wrote.”

Matt huffed out a relieved breath. "Thank you. I um, I wanted to give you this.”

He held the container out towards you. “I promise it's not poisoned.”

You huffed out a laugh as you took it. “I believe you.”

“I also wanted to let you know that the butternut squash risotto, pesto pasta, cremé bruleé, and tiramisu will all be going on the menu at Daredevil next week.” Matt bit his lip. “I hope you'd still want to come by to get some.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

Matt smiled. “I'm glad. And actually, how about --”

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…"

Matt groaned as his phone started ringing. "I'm sorry, I should get this. It might be an emergency with the restaurant."

You shook your head and went to put the container of what you assumed was tiramisu in the refrigerator. “It's fine. Go ahead.”

Matt tapped at his screen. "Yeah, Foggy. Wait, wait, slow down… What? They are? How? You're kidding… Wow, okay, yeah, thanks for letting me know. I gotta go though… Yeah, I am. Okay, I'll talk to you later. Thanks. Bye."

"Big news?" you asked as Matt hung up the phone. 

Matt nodded. "Kingpin lost its license this morning due to multiple health code violations and has been permanently shut down, effective immediately."

You bit back a smile. "Really? Wow."

"Yeah, they failed a surprise inspection and --" Matt's brow furrowed. "Wait, you already knew. Did you have something to do with it?"

"Not directly." You grinned. "Skyler may have called the health department a couple of days ago and anonymously reported a case of food poisoning that originated there last week." You shrugged casually. "After all, Kelsie was dating the sous-chef and ate there right before she got sick. But how did Foggy find out so fast?"

"He and I have a friend at the health department -- Brett Mahoney. He keeps us apprised of goings-on -- not when we're going to be inspected, of course, but of shutdowns and such." Matt shook his head. "So wait, the food writer for the Bulletin is dating Wesley?"

You nodded. "Yeah, they've been together for a while, although I didn't know anything at all about ‘James’ except for his first name until Friday when Skyler did a deep dive into Kelsie's social media and found his profile.”

Matt shook his head. “I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that he and Fisk were also somehow involved in her plans. I have a sneaking suspicion that they had been driving potential customers away from Daredevil.”

“You're probably right. They had to have known that Kelsie had been planning on covering Kingpin for the Restaurant Week kickoff, but then she got sick right as Foggy contacted my boss with the offer of an exclusive interview with you and by the time she had recovered enough to come back to work, it was way too late to try to convince Ellison to switch the story back over to Kingpin.” You shook your head. “At first Kelsie tried to fill my head with doubt about you, saying that you would do anything to try to salvage your reputation and that you were pretending to be interested in me while I was writing my article and would ditch me the second it was published.”

Matt shook his head, a slight smirk spreading across his lips. “Oh I can assure you, sweetheart, my interest in you is very sincere. Apologies if I didn't make that clear before.”

Your breath hitched at the term of endearment. The whole time Matt really had been flirting with you.

“I've never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly before,” Matt continued, “and have genuinely enjoyed getting to know and spending time with you this past week -- going to the farmer's market together and being able to make breakfast for you at the restaurant, having you come with me to the soup kitchen and Fogwell's then over to my place for dinner, getting your honest reactions during the blind tasting, finally knowing that you were just as beautiful as I had thought…”

A small smile crossed his face. “I'd really like to keep getting to know you, if you're interested.”

Your heart fluttered. “Yeah… yeah, I'm definitely interested.”

Matt grinned. “Then how about dinner tonight? My place, 7 o’clock?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

“Great then. It's a date.”

You smiled. “It's a date.” 

Matt shook his head. “You know, now that I'm thinking about it, Kelsie must've been the person I spoke to when I went by the Bulletin on Tuesday.”

Your brows raised in surprise. “You went by the Bulletin?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, I had wanted to talk to you about the blind tasting Monday night -- well, actually, what happened after -- but you weren't there and the woman I spoke to said that you were out on assignment and working on a big scoop, and she also said something else about you being one of ‘those investigative types’ who were always looking for a good exposé even if you had to make it up.”

You shook your head. No wonder he thought I had written that article. “Yeah, that was Kelsie, all right. I actually had gone home early that day -- I didn't sleep well Monday night because I thought for sure you were mad at me for rushing out of Daredevil on you.”

Matt shook his head. “Actually it was the opposite. I thought my advances had been unwanted and that I had made you uncomfortable, so I went by to check on you and apologize.”

“No, your advances were definitely wanted, I just…” You sighed. “When Foggy walked in and interrupted us I panicked and began overthinking everything.”

You shook your head. “I guess when Kelsie wasn't sure if planting seeds of doubt between us was working fast enough she decided that straight-up sabotage was the best way to go and wrote that fake exposé since it would hurt both me and you professionally rather than just personally. Luckily I caught it before it went to press and was able to swap it out with my real article, so now that I think about it, it's probably actually a good thing that you went off on me because otherwise I probably wouldn't have known until it was too late."

Matt winced and shook his head. "No, I should've realized that you probably hadn't written that article and calmly asked you about it instead of being an asshole to you, I --"

You shook your head. "It's okay. I forgive you -- this time. But don't think you can just make apology tiramisu for me every time you screw up, no matter how delicious it is."

"Of course not." Matt bit back a grin. "There's also apology cremé bruleé, and apology crepes, and apology --"

You swatted at his chest playfully. " Matt --"

You let out a soft gasp as Matt caught your wrist and pulled you to him, your heart thumping erratically in your chest.

Matt reached up and caressed your jawline with his thumb. "You know, I don't know if I can wait until our date tonight to be able to finally kiss you.”

You shook your head. "I don't think I can wait until tonight either."

A bright grin bloomed on Matt's face. “Well then, I guess there's only one thing to do.”

You melted into him as his warm lips pressed against yours.

You'd had no idea what you'd been in for when you'd first gotten your assignment, but you'd definitely hadn't known just how much it was going to change your life for the better. 

One Year Later

“Matt, honey? You in here?”

Matt turned towards your voice as you walked into the kitchen at Daredevil. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “I should've known. You're supposed to be out in the dining area celebrating, Matthew, not at work in the kitchen decorating pies.”

Matt set the piping bag he had been holding down, feeling slightly guilty despite your playful tone. "I just needed to pipe the whipped cream onto these before they went out."

You walked up to him and took his hand. "The kitchen staff has it handled, love. Come on, everyone's waiting."

Matt followed you out to the dining area.

"Hey, there they are!" Foggy said, handing Matt and you each a glass of champagne. "The couple of the hour!"

Matt shook his head. "This is just as much of a celebration for you as it is for me, my friend."

"Ah, yeah, but you have a bit more to celebrate than I do, don't you, buddy?"

Matt grinned. "It has been quite the week, hasn't it?"

Foggy huffed out a laugh. "That's an understatement. I think we need a speech!"

"Yeah, speech!" Karen added. "Everyone, may I have your attention? Matt would like to say a few words."

You gave Matt's hand a gentle squeeze. "You've got this, sweetheart."

Matt nodded and cleared his throat. "First off, I would like to thank everyone for being here tonight. To our vendors -- thank you all for your patience with us as we got things up and running. I know I can also speak for Foggy when I say that you're not just our vendors -- you're our friends as well."

He turned to Foggy and Karen. "Foggy, you are the best sous chef and the best friend I could ever ask for. We wouldn't be here celebrating our first Michelin star for Daredevil nor our James Beard nominations if it hadn't been for you sticking by my side. Karen, same goes for you. Foggy and I are happy to welcome you as an official partner."

Next, he turned to you and took your left hand. "Next, I'd like to extend my heartfelt appreciation to my beautiful fianceé."

He paused for a moment, his thumb caressing the diamond ring he had placed on your finger during a surprise dinner date the night before. "I am so grateful that you wound up being assigned to interview me for the Bulletin."

"You're welcome!" Ellison called out from the crowd.

Laughter rang out from throughout the room.

Matt turned towards Ellison's voice. "Yes, extra thanks to you, Mitch."

A framed copy of your article hung proudly in the lobby next to a photo of Matt, Foggy, and Karen outside of Daredevil the day they had opened. After it had run, business had picked up almost immediately, with the restaurant being constantly packed and reservations being booked months in advance. He, Foggy, and Karen had had to hire both extra servers and kitchen staff to help keep up with demand and had recently signed a contract to expand the restaurant into the empty business space next door.

Matt smiled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he turned back towards you. "I'm also grateful that you were willing to give me a second chance after I was an asshole to you during our initial meeting, and a third chance once I had screwed up yet again.”

He nodded towards Skyler, who stood next to Foggy. “And Skyler, thanks for your help with that. ”

Skyler chuckled warmly. “You're welcome.”

Matt had been cautiously optimistic when he had gone to the Bulletin to apologize for (wrongfully) accusing you of writing the fake exposé that you had unintentionally sent him, only to find that you weren't even there.

“Where is she?” Matt asked Skyler, recognizing her voice as the person he had initially spoken to the first time he had gone to the Bulletin to apologize to you. “Will she be back in today?”

He could feel her studying him. “No, she took a personal day,” she replied. “She needed it after everything that's happened over the past few days. You really hurt her, you know that?”

Matt‘s shoulders slumped dejectedly. He nodded. “I know. I was hoping to be able to apologize in person and explain myself.”

Skyler was quiet for a moment, then gave him an address. “Hers is apartment 3-B.”

A broad smile spread across Matt's face. If Skyler was willing to give him your home address there was at least a chance that you'd forgive him. “Thank you so much… Skyler, right?”

“Mmhmm. You’re welcome. Just don't make me regret it.”

Matt shook his head. “I won't, I promise.”

He had hurried to your apartment, where luckily for him, you had not only accepted his apology and forgiven him, but had also told him that you reciprocated his feelings  and agreed to a date, and then the two of you had kissed for the first (but certainly not the last) time.

He cleared his throat and focused his attention back on you. “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart. And congratulations once again on becoming the newest Assistant Editor of the New York Bulletin -- I'm so proud of you.”

He turned back towards the crowd. “And finally, to everyone here tonight -- Each and every one of you have contributed to Daredevil’s success and we can't thank you enough. I'd like you to know just how much each and every one of you are appreciated.”

He raised his glass of champagne. “So eat, drink, and enjoy. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” rang out throughout the room.

Matt pressed a kiss to your forehead as everyone toasted to the restaurant's success. “Love you.”

You hummed happily. “Love you too.”

As Matt continued to celebrate with Foggy, Karen, and you and the rest of their guests, he couldn't help but be filled with a sense of rightness. Daredevil was thriving beyond his wildest dreams, he was engaged to the woman he loved, and as an extra dose of karma, Fisk had recently been indicted on charges of tax fraud, racketeering, and money laundering uncovered as a result of the surprise health inspection closure.

Had you told him a year and a half ago that this would be his life, he'd have never believed it.

Now, however…

Well, he couldn't wait to see what life cooked up for him next.

[velvet-wishes-candy-dreams]

Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons about how would America react to getting a love letter from his crush?

And what a time for me to finally answer this ask! Ah, well, better late then never, I suppose! To anyone who's made an ask for me dated back in 2022, you are all entitled to financial compensation,,,, </3 No matter! The Bear is back in the kitchen, and they're ready to cook!! Hopefully this is up to what you in 2022 was hoping for! Warnings: None, Use Of They/Them (Just In Case!) and You/Your/Yours/Etc. Gender: Gender Neutral

America

If there's anything that should be well known about Alfred when it comes to the other countries, it's a simple as this; He's nothing short of an attention-whore.

It's no wonder, though, as he's considered to be super well known; albeit being one of the most annoying in the bunch.

So, it's not the biggest shock to him to have people who want to be around him or get to know him more, some more than none being romantic.

However, no one knows that the American would always turn down and reject the affection of those that try to woo him over. It's not like he hates it or enjoys seeing people try their best to win his heart, but they're all fighting for something that isn't there, for his heart already belongs to someone else.

And that someone was you.

It started off as a simple admiration, you treated Alfred as a normal person. You wouldn't bash and berate his childish behavior, and you also weren't someone who'd swoon and fall for his charms. You'd let him yap your ear off and let him boast about himself, waving it off and nodding in agreement as you always did.

Then, that's when the sparks would hit him. The way he'd feel his heart race when he'd finally see you, the way that he'd always feel his stomachs doing flips when he'd think about how he was going to see you somewhere, how he'd find himself rambling to anyone who'd listen about not himself, but you...The puzzles were starting to fit together, but he still wasn't able to understand that he was actually in love.

As he'd sit at his desk, checking out what had to be done and all the junk that had to be fixed, he'd always find himself getting distracted and looking through the giant pile of fan mail. They were all mostly letters, praises and questions for Alfred to ponder and think about or even start drafting a response before forgetting about it soon later, but the most that came in were love letters.

Of course, it'd be desperate people, people who profess their love and thinking that they can just confess and live the life of their dreams with the American. It was all just parasocial relationships that would never come true! An exasperated grin came on his face as he sighed. Yup...Nothing was new. For once, all that he wanted was to not have to see random nobodies names at the end of their letters. It wasn't fair. He'd hope and pray that maybe somehow, someway, people would get a clue and stop with all the cheesy letters. As Alfred flipped through the letters, skimming pass every name, he grew more and more frustrated. All he wanted was finally see a name that was not someone else's, but- The sound of papers rustling stopped suddenly, the blondes mouth agape as his eyes darted over a name. A name so familiar, it caused his heart to race, as if he caught sight of them in public. Their name. His hands shook as he felt warmth start to rush to his face. All this time, he thought that they'd just be a happy thought to him, nothing more than just an angel that'd never see him the way he saw them. And yet here he is, reading from top to bottom their heartfelt love letter they'd written for him. And the more he read, the more his eyes opened to what he'd fail to notice as his own emotions kept him from realizing it. The way their face would grow warm when he'd lightly tease them, they way they'd admire him from afar, how they'd sneak glances to him while he'd walk by, not knowing that he had just been looking at them to begin with. Alfred's heart swelled, overwhelmed with joy as he knew they'd finally notice him, not aware of the fact that he felt the same way towards them. That night, there was a pep in his step as he skipped home, clutching the letter close to his heart as he did so, protected under his bomber jacket to keep it safe from the beginning drops of the warm, summer rain. Once inside, he made quick work to get to his room, sliding the note from his chest out as he examined it again. Seeing again, for the hundredth time, they signed it with love, the American fell onto his bed, squealing and giggling like a little girl as he felt more giddy and excited. He sat up, punching his pillows as he whisper-screamed a boisterous 'YES!! YES!! YES!!' to himself, boxing the air before falling back down again. His glasses had flown off, and his blonde hair was all mushed from his excitement, but he didn't care. A satisfied sigh came to his lips as he rolled over to his side, nibbling on his bottom lip. He could feel his cheeks burning, whether it was from the blush or from holding his smile for so long, but it didn't matter. His feelings for them were the same as theirs towards him, and that's all he needed. Alfred's eyes shut as he hummed, the letter resting just above his head as he started thinking, planning everything in his head.

Yeah...Tomorrow would be the day...He'll totally confess to them in a super awesome, badass way. He's America, damnit! He's always so extravagant with everything. But it had to be super romantic too. There's no way that he could blow it. After all, they love him. They really, really love him. And Alfred just couldn't wait to show them just how much he loves them too...

[the-moon-lullaby]

Hi! It's so great to see someone writing for good old mc. Can I get the boys (by that I mean Nathaniel, Castiel, Lysander, Kentin and Armin but feel free to left some out if that's too many characters) talking to Candy's pregnant belly? Ofc feel free to ignore if you are uncomfortable with topic of pregnancy or kids. Also have a great day!

The HSL boys talking to Candy’s pregnant belly

N/A : Heyy! Thank you for being so considerate in your request, it's lovely of you ! It was fun to write ! Thank you for your request and have a great day as well darling !<3

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕  

He would totally sing to Candy’s belly. Whether it is a Crowstorm unreleased song or a little lullaby, he’ll do it and you can’t convince me otherwise. Perhaps at the beginning it would be at Candy’s demand and he’d act annoyed/bothered but don’t let him fool you : he loves it. At some point, he’d just do it. Like if he’s writing a new song or anything, he’d sing it to Candy’s belly (and to Candy as well ofc). Double audience for my guy now

However better not tell anyone about this or he’ll get a bit embarrassed. He likes the fact that these moments are just between him, Candy and their baby. It’s just so intimate to him so he feels like this would ruin it a little if Candy starts to tell or brag about it to other people (as if she would tho)

Not but for real, just picture him singing Hakuna Matata to Candy’s belly (PLS this is so wholesome and funny at the same time, I CAN’T)

Also I think he would be the type to randomly interact here and there with the baby like, for example, when complaining about people (‘cause we know he does that sometimes) « God, people sucks ! Not you though, mate. » Cute 

After a while, when he feels completely comfortable with talking to the baby and that you’re both used to it, he’d be more emotionally open and would say things like « Can’t wait to meet you mate » or if it’s this kind of day when he doesn’t want to come off as too sentimental he’d go for something like « You’re gonna love Pancake » or « Pancake is so impatient to meet you buddy ! » (the dog is a good cover, right ?)

That said, I just know that Castiel would always refer to the baby as « mate » or « buddy » (any nicknames like that honestly) even if you guys already choose a name. Why ? Well because he believes it makes the situation less cheesy but (in my humble opinion), it just makes it even more adorable

He secretly wishes for his baby to be able to recognise his voice but pretend that it’s not that important to him (it is). As if he was trying to bond with his child even though they’re still in the womb lol. So behind this chill facade that he keeps on, if the baby moves or kicks while he’s speaking or singing, he’ll instantly get so excited (forget about being embarrassed, he’s to thrilled for that at the moment) and it would be the cutest thing ever. Ofc Candy would tease him a bit about it but bold of you to assume that this is going to stop him

He might even break his own rules and go brag about how his baby reacts to his voice.

And now he can’t wait to hear them in return.

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 

Oh Lord ! This man, I can’t. Lysander talking to Candy’s belly would be the sweetest thing ever. 

Just imagine : Lysander reciting the most heartfelt, passionate and soul-stirring poem (that ofc he wrote himself because this man has it all y’all) kneeled in front of Candy’s belly. 

Honestly Candy would be tearing up at this sight (just as I am imagining it, Lysander truly is a gift) and when he notices that he would just place a kiss on Candy’s belly before kissing her forehead and take her in his arms. So freaking sweet. 

Lysander’s poetic (rizz) talent isn’t just a myth. He’s the embodiment of poetry if you ask me and he certainly has a way with words. 

Between him and Castiel, it’s some creative boys that we have here. How lucky

That said, be prepared for him to constantly write poems about Candy and their child. He has now two muses so his inspiration is doubled

Also, I feel like when it comes to choosing the baby’s name, he would just say the names in front of Candy’s belly and see if there’s a reaction inside. Just because he kinda wants his baby to choose their names somehow

Ofc he would sing to Candy’s belly. I mean with his angelic voice (as it was mentioned more than once in the game), how could he not ? 

I think Lysander would not feel ashamed to talk to his baby (unlike most of the boys at some point). Not in the slightest. And it make sense because since when Lysander care about what people think ? The only persons that matters to him are the persons he loves and they would never make fun of him or judge him for that. 

And of course, he'll be the greatest dad ever (his kids won't ever relate to Daddy issues by the Neighbourhood or Family Line by Conan Gray, that's for sure)

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 

 Ok so with Armin if you expected heartfelt speeches or sentimental words from him, you’ve come to the wrong place. We don’t do that here lol (However, out of topic, I think Alexy would do that for him though as the invested uncle and the drama-queen he is, and ofc Armin would laugh at him)

Don’t assume he doesn’t talk to the baby though. He does and does it a lot. 

I don’t know why but I can picture him telling Candy to sit next to him while he plays LoL ( for example) and explaining how to play a game to her belly or tell everything  about the Zelda lore (idk about you but that’s funny to me)

Candy might even get annoyed at some point but Armin will joke saying that they need to educate their child as soon as possible (little does Candy knows that Armin is only half-joking lmao)

He is totally the kind of guy that will address to Candy’s belly without explicitly showing it just to mess with Candy. Let me clarify : for example he would say something and it could be anything really and Candy would go « huh ? » and « I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them, duh. ». But it’s all fun and games, nothing mean obviously

Or also, when Candy curses for whatever reason, he would act so shocked « Oh my God ! Have you heard what Mom said ?! » (pls someone stop this guy)

It still cute because, Armin’s playfulness is part of his charm and more than often it makes Candy smiles so everything’s alright and the baby could hope for a cooler dad.

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗  

Over protective dad. I won’t argue with anyone about this, I just know

You know these « dad-like speeches » where they swear they’ll always be there for you and protect you with their life ? Well that’s Kentin on a daily basis

And keep in mind that for now, the baby isn’t even out of the womb yet. My guy is rea-dy to deal with it lol

It’s actually very sweet and knowing how Kentin always felt ignored or despised by his father, it is very important for him that his child knows that they’ll can count on him no matter what

He wants to be someone they can rely on and that’s why he says it often to Candy’s belly. That way he’s sure that they know (well not really but you get the point)

I don’t see him speaking with a baby voice though because he’ll feel a bit shy about it (it’s actually sad when you think of it but most guys are embarrassed about doing things like that. That’s a shame if you ask me but let’s go back to the Headcanon before I start ranting about societal issues and how Toxic masculinity ruins lives)

But when Candy is asleep, that’s another story 

He’s just so happy that he and Candy get to have a family of their own after all this time

I mean, this boy has been in love with her for so long so the idea of having a little one as a result of this unconditional love ? My boy is over the moon right now so let out the baby voice 

That was before he got caught by Candy one night and he became so red that it looked like he got instantly sunburned

But let’s be honest, he can’t stay embarrassed in front of his girl for long because he knows she loves him as much as he loves her. Therefore, he never shied away talking to his future child from now on. 

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 

So, we know that Nath doesn’t want children. That’s canon. However for the sake of this request, let’s say that he reconsidered and changed his mind (probably after months and months of therapy) 

I think of all the guys, Nathaniel is least to be talking to Candy’s belly and there’s multiple reasons for that : First, he would be embarrassed (yeah, again). Even if he knows he can be vulnerable in front of Candy, he would cringe at himself if was to do something like that (why do I get the feeling that Nath is so easy to cringe lol ?). The other reason would be that he’s still processing and that the baby’s arrival feels so far away yet (forgive him for that, he’s not exactly known to be in touch with his emotions)

But then, as the fateful moment approaches, all his attempts to gaslight himself into believing that everything will be perfectly fine seem to fire back at him

That’s about when he starts to get insomnia. Most nights, he would be just laying in bed, tired and ready to meet Morpheus with Candy already asleep by his side when this chest-crushing anxiety would take over him. « Will I be good enough ? Patient enough ? Caring ? Will I be enough ? ». Really these thoughts terrify him and slowly drive him crazy (add to that the sleep deprivation)

He categorically refuses to tell Candy about it because he knows she has enough to deal with (pregnancy is a trial of life, so I’ve heard) and he doesn’t want to be a burden to her (poor baby). And it’s not like he’s gonna ask life advices to his dad because this man might be one of the worst father figures you can think of and Nathaniel want to be the opposite of this man in terms of parenting. Candy can tell something is bothering him but getting this boy to talk is far from easy

So, one night when he’s laying wide awake in the middle of night, he can’t help but to stare at Candy’s belly and instinctively, puts his hand over it. A so gentle move that it could barely be felt, as if he was scared to wake the little one (and Candy as well). 

Then without knowing why  he wants to tell his future child that he’ll do his best so, in a whisper, he makes this promise. And then he makes another one and keeps going naturally. All whispers. He asks himself if these promises are for the child or for himself until he feels something timidly moving under his hand.

He could barely feel it. To the point he thought he imagined it. But it didn’t matter. Somehow, he felt relieved. About what ? He couldn’t be sure about this but maybe it was a sign that his baby knew that he was trying.

After that, it would become a habit. Every time he would struggle to fall asleep he would whisper to Candy’s belly, hoping that the baby hears (even if sometimes he tells himself that it’s ridiculous but who cares if it is after all ?)

He’ll never tell Candy about it or not before a while as he likes the idea that this is him and his kid’s secret and he know can’t wait to meet them because he doesn’t want to let fear keeps him from being the father they deserve

(𝖮o𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒 ! 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 ? 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖻𝗀) 

And there you go ! Hope you enjoyed it ! there might be mistakes but I wrote this at 4am instead of studying for my Italian exam because why not eheh (this was much more fun to do) This is a first (and I am struggling) but I think it's pretty okay

See y'all soon and wish you the best ! <3

PS : Here's a little song recommandation ‘cause I can & it’s a good song ! It's called Run Away to Mars by Talk and I thank my labo teacher for recommending it, she's a sweetheart !

[rattlyglitch]

Heart of a Father

(This is my introduction to the au Heart of a Father which has the tag Fathery Heart on tumblr. This chapter takes place before canon twst but is in that time so Sam is the same age as he is in the game)

Ashton Vargas had been visiting a family friend when he visited the forests of Dreamy Hollow. Harlynn Crane was Vargas’s sworn sister. The two had been raised by Harlynn’s grandparents when they were younger both their parents not around much and in all honesty they had preferred it that way.

Both their parents never enjoyed Vargas and Harlynn spending time together. They claimed the two caused too much trouble and that they stressed Harlynn’s grandparents out. Both children had known but the elderly couple put an end to their parents complaining when they found out why Vargas and Harlynn spent more time at their grandparents house then their own.

The old geezers were gone but Harlynn and Vargas still met up at their old cabin home they had in the forests. They had both agreed to buy the cabin as an area where they could vacation to. Oftentimes they told the other when they would be visiting the cabin so they could meet up and converse or just to let the other know they would be visiting in case they went to the cabin at a later time.

Christmas time was always a time they would spend at the cabin together. They would set up a Christmas Tree and celebrate Christmas together by watching cheesy Christmas movies where they would place bets on who the other's favorite character would be and open presents they had gotten for each other.

At the moment Harlynn was laying out across the couch her legs dangling over its end while her long straight brown hair was draped over the other end because of the couch’s short width. The couch belonged to Harlynn’s grandparents and was in good condition so the two hadn’t cared to get rid of it.

Besides, Harlynn knew she was on the rather lanky and awkward side, being taller than Vargas herself. She had no shame in that though easily able to make sure no one ever bothered her brother or those she cared for. At the moment Vargas had gone to bake a cake and cook deer burgers while Harlynn followed the current movie with her dark brown eyes seemed to follow the characters as they walked across the screen.

“I bet that by the end of this I’ll like the female lead better than that male lead.” Vargas let out a satisfied hum. “I bet you’ll like the female background character by the end.” Harlynn laughed at the competition Vargas said. “I’ll take you on that then.” Silence returned between the two both enjoying the silence between the two of them. The movie was almost over by time there was a knock on the door. Harlynn paused the movie and Vargas held his hand up to stop her from going near the door.

Slowly he crept forward to the doors peephole. He couldn’t see anyone but the knock returned while he still remained at the door. Carefully opening the door Vargas looked around confused before looking down. Two children were at his feet.

One was a boy around the age of nine with dreadlocks, dark brown skin, purple eyes, who was bundled in purple clothing while the other was a baby he held in his arms. The baby on the other hand was pale skin and white hair that faded to black was bundled in several blankets and seemed perfectly well sleeping happily in the arms of the boy who held him. “Sorry to bother you mister. But I need your help.”

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Since Vargas had let the two children in he learned the elder boy’s name was Sam and the small baby he had carried with him was his younger brother Skully. It turned out that at some point an orphanage was built near the home of Harlynn’s grandparents and Sam had taken his baby brother and journeyed away from its safety. “I’m tryn to look for someone who’ll adopt me and my baby brother. I don’t wanna to be separated from him.”

The story Sam had told had been heartfelt. Many families had refused to adopt the two together and it had gotten to the point where the orphanage they lived in were going to try and adopt the two out separately from each other. “I’m sorry about your circumstance kiddo but you understand what you did was dangerous for you and your brother right?”

Sam gave a saddened nod. “I do but Skully’s important to me. I don’t want him to be taken away.” Vargas looked down at the baby he currently had in his arms. He was still asleep, not having stirred for even a second. “If you want I can wake him up. Skully doesn’ cry unless he’s hungry. I have his food in my backpack if he starts crying though. I know how to make it.”

Vargas contemplated it for a moment. “I want to say yes but you boys need to be headed back to the orphanage.” Sam looked at Vargas disheartened. “Not yet please? They're sending Skully somewhere else today. I don’t want him to go yet.” Vargas couldn’t help but agree. If it was the last time they would be together Vargas didn’t want to seem like a jerk for separating them.

“Ok you both can stay for a bit longer. I’m going to call though.” Skully was handed back to Sam and Vargas left the two going to the kitchen. Harlynn had gotten a phone book a few days prior so it wasn’t too hard to find the number he was looking for. The call didn’t go as he had expected though.

He had hoped they would have some decency and feel sorry for Sam and Skully at least a small bit. Instead they acted like it was some kind of bothersome job. “If you wish you can bring them back to us tomorrow. There will be a snow storm rolling in soon. I also apologize if the boys are bothering you. Sam can be a bit out of it at times. He claims to see ‘people from the other side’ and has scared the staff quite a bit.” Vargas raised a brow.

“It could be possible he’s telling the truth. Magic does exist.” The woman on the phone let out an exhausted sigh. “Just because magic exists doesn’t mean someone can see them. You must be one of those jockey oaf people right? The ones who believe in everything?” Vargas let out a shaky laugh. “Possibly but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is I’m surprised your work wouldn’t come out even if it is a snow storm to get the children yourself. It doesn’t sound like you even cared to look for them.”

The woman didn’t respond for a few seconds. “I mean it is a snow storm. They’d be fine probably. The two of them seem sick themselves and there wouldn’t be much of a complaint if they disappeared.” Vargas about broke the phone he was holding. “I have a proposition for you then. If no one comes to adopt the boys together in three days I’ll adopt them myself. But give it three days.”

Vargas was making an impulsive deal but he had been planning to adopt. Maybe not as soon as right then but those boys seemed good unlike the woman had said. Besides he was a troubled child just like Sam was a the woman had said. He felt like they deserved a good life together. “Three days is a deal.”

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Three days later Vargas found himself at the adoption center picking both Sam and Skully up. Three days later Vargas saw how happy the two boys were and couldn't help but feel emotional and cry a little. Three days later Vargas was starting a family like he had been planning for the past years and three days later he was thrilled to see where life would lead after three days later.

(I know it's not Christmas but I really wanted to post this. {Mainly because I wanted to be the first person to connect Sam and Skully somehow but like imagine if in canon Skully is like Sam's great related something}. But also because I love the au. Also yes I know about Skully this Skully can be a reincarnation, also Harlynn Crane is my Icabod Crane oc and I love her. It makes me hope one day we get a Sleepy Hollow twst Halloween story because Disney does have a Sleepy Hollow animated short.)

[sweetkpopmusings]

valentine's day with stray kids <3

a/n: happy valentine's day lovelies !! i really am just in my feelings these days and, while i've never been much of a valentine's day person, i can't help but get heart eyes thinking about spending it with skz :,-) jeongin's is actually my ideal valentine's day date, so here's to hoping i can experience it someday soon <3 pics not mine~

content: fluff, very sentimental and romantic, established relationship | wc: 3.2k | warnings: none really! mentions of food and cooking in minho's, jisung's, and felix's. a lil bit of kissing and a lot of handholding :,-) | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

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chan♡‧₊˚

chan is so excited to celebrate valentine’s with you that he starts counting down the days on january 1st. really, he is just excited to celebrate anything and everything with you, and valentine’s day just happens to be a day when he can celebrate how much he loves you. because he is the sweetest boy in the world, he gets you a plushie of your favorite animal/character. this beloved plushie is holding a cute card with a heartfelt handwritten note inside it, including a cheesy pickup line–which he learned from stays–and a list of things he loves about you. chan, giddy with his love for you, blushes and giggles the whole way through giving you your gift. he continues giggling as you read the card, and poor chan is the brightest red when you look at him with starry eyes because how can he have such a big heart and love so innocently? chan is embarrassed by how red his cheeks and ears are, so he hugs you and nuzzles his face into your neck in an attempt to hide the fact that he physically cannot stop blushing. he prays you can’t feel his pounding heartbeat with his chest pressed to yours, but he doesn’t care too much given the fact that he loves holding and being held by you. when you give him his valentine–a handwritten note and a playlist of songs chosen just for him–chan completely melts. his knees are weak and his stomach is full of butterflies. he says his heart has stopped and the only cure is cuddling with you all day. for dramatic effect, he pretends that he can’t open his eyes or move his body as he falls to the floor, but the corners of his mouth never stop twitching upward because i cannot believe how happy i am with them. i never thought it was possible for my heart to beat so fast or love so deeply, but loving y/n makes me believe anything is possible. when you kiss him, his eyes burst wide open, the blush returning to his face and giggles escaping his mouth. when he looks up at you, the sparkle in your eyes enchants him, and he contemplates if he should share a confession he’s been holding onto for a long time. the breathless laugh that falls from your grinning face convinces him to bare his soul to you, so he interlaces his fingers with yours and asks, “do you want to hear a song i’ve been working on?”

minho♡‧₊˚

minho sees valentine’s day as the perfect excuse to live out some domestic fantasies with you. he swears up and down that he wants it to be lowkey, the “let’s not buy each other gifts. it’s better to spend quality time together than give into a scheme of candy hearts and cheesy cards,” kind of valentine’s day. the whole time you’re grocery shopping for dinner, he is watching you with lovestruck eyes and the sweetest, softest smile anyone has ever seen. he practically coos whenever he speaks to you, telling you to pick whatever you want for dinner. honey is dripping from his voice because he adores you and they look so cute trying to decide on which fruit looks the ripest. i’ll happily wait hours in the store for them to pick the best fruit every single day of my life. i really am in love with them. once you return from the store, it’s all aprons and dance parties in the kitchen as you cook together. minho makes more decisions once in the kitchen because he wants to ensure you have the best meal possible, but he’ll still hold the spoon up to your lips for every taste test and only adjust seasoning according to your preferences. he convinces you to clean up the kitchen a bit while he sets the table because “if i’m putting the presentation together, it’s only fair if you clean up the materials.” you are endearingly annoyed, but that turns into wholehearted endearment when you see a small box next to your dinner plate. minho acts as though he doesn’t see it when he pushes in your chair, and he feigns nonchalance as he watches you from across the table, carefully observing your reaction to his surprise. in the box there is a very thoughtful gift, a memento from the first time he saw you, and a note detailing how he felt on your first date. you’re stunned, to say the least, because i can’t believe he kept that all this time and i can’t believe he was so sure of me right after he met me. he eats like it’s no big deal, but his ears turn magenta when you thank him and there’s a sparkle in his eyes that only appears when he looks at you, so it’s safe to say that he is going to remember and cherish this moment forever and then some.   

changbin♡‧₊˚

changbin firmly believes you are the main character, so he wants to treat you like absolute royalty every day. valentine’s day gives him an excuse to amplify his natural adoration for you into full-blown theatrics. he pulls out all of the cliché and romantic stops. changbin handpicks a bouquet of roses for you. he buys you the best box of chocolates/candy in the prettiest heart shape in the store. he gives these to you with heart-shaped balloons and a teddy bear that says “i love you beary much” on the stomach. if he could make it rain, he would, just so he could dance with you and kiss you in it.  changbin, however, quickly gets embarrassed by the constant romantic gestures because if they look at me with a big smile one more time, i will have a heart attack. as soon as his brain reaches the point of complete malfunction, he starts laughing and squealing. you are shocked at first, especially since he was in the middle of a romantic declaration of love, but you are quickly laughing with him because he is the sweetest and most ridiculous partner. at one point, he just yells a signature changbin, “ah!!!” to regulate his senses. after calming down, he asks you what you want to do. of course, he agrees immediately to whatever you suggest and is beyond excited to spend time with you without the pressure to be prince charming. he does not let go of your hand for the rest of the day. changbin actually whines if you leave his side for longer than two minutes. whenever you huff in annoyance, he whips out aegyo with extra sweetener in it, so you quickly fold and return to his side. at the end of the day, you both are still smiling and looking at each other with huge heart eyes. you’re standing in the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water when changbin comes in and softly asks, “will you dance with me?”  he holds his hand out to you, which you immediately accept, and he pulls you close to him, relishing in the intimacy of a simple romantic gesture. as you sway together, changbin hums your song and closes his eyes because nothing will ever be as warm as their body against mine, and nothing will ever sound more beautiful than the way they same my name in a quiet room.

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

hyunjin is a hopeless romantic every single day, but he sees valentine’s day as the perfect opportunity to put his romance skills to the test. when you wake up in the morning, there is a love letter by your pillow in which he recounts the moment he fell in love with you, detailing every beat of his heart and the expression you had when he realized you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. he perfectly times his entrance with a cup of your favorite coffee/tea, putting the mug in your hand right as you set down his handwritten confession. his brown eyes are glowing with adoration, and he kisses your forehead before settling back in bed next to you. hyunjin’s voice is soft as he asks you if you slept well and what you dreamt about. the smile is plastered to his face as he plays with your fingers because i finally understood the beauty of mornings once i started waking up next to them because the sunlight never seemed bright enough until it glowed on their skin. after your relaxing time in bed wraps up, hyunjin brings out watercolor supplies for you two. he gets super romantic and sentimental when he suggests you paint each other, but, soon enough, his own love overwhelms him and he falls into a cutesy laughing fit which makes your heart burst just as much as the love letter you woke up to. in line with how your relationship is, you two easily pivot from the grand romantic gesture into a game of painting silly pictures and seeing if the other person can guess what it is. it’s absolutely hilarious and perfect because you know that everything is romantic when i’m with him because hyunjin does everything with love. hyunjin’s at risk for hitting his head with how hard he’s laughing at your interpretation of his favorite mug, but he can’t stop laughing because i think true love feels like laughing until you're out of breath, even when the joke stops being funny, and i can never stop laughing when i’m with them.

jisung♡‧₊˚

jisung wants nothing more on valentine’s day than to spend it with you. you are his biggest comfort, so he knows that the best way to show you he loves you is to relax and hang out together, existing happily and comfortably in the same space. jisung also always wants to make sure you’re doing well, which means he has added some extra self-care activities to your relaxing day together. he insists that comfy clothes are mandatory. he suggests you wear your favorite shirt/hoodie, and he blushes when he quietly tells you that he picked his hoodie because it was the hoodie he wore the first time you hugged him. the only appropriate reaction to that sudden confession is to hold his face in both your hands, turning jisung into a blushing mess who groans about how cute you are and hides behind the pillows. once he somewhat regains his composure, he reappears by your side on the couch and holds your hand gently as he asks you if you’d like to go to your favorite bakery to get treats. he keeps your hands interlaced as you make your way to the bakery, talking excitedly about everything he’ll buy you and making you promise that you will share at least one bite with him. you tease and say that you won’t because “it’s my treat. i don’t have to share it.” he pouts, feigning a deep sadness, but that melts away to reveal a massive smile when you nudge his shoulder and say, “i’ll always share with you, jisung.” he mumbles a “thank you” because i’ve never been more in love than right now. the entire day, jisung watches you with extra heart eyes, and he doesn’t look away when you catch him like that. he swoons over the love he sees in your eyes, and he will become a lovey-dovey mess if you so much as giggle slightly. he adores you, and he never wants to let you go because i know they say you can’t make a person into a home, but being by y/n’s side is the most at-home i’ve felt in my entire life. being with them is the most natural thing in the world. loving them is the closest i’ve come to absolute peace, and i want nothing more than to bring that sense of security and comfort to them.

felix♡‧₊˚

felix loves quality time with you just as much as he loves giving you presents. therefore, he firmly believes that doing cute valentine’s day themed arts and crafts together will be the most fun you two could have. rather than buying gifts or going out, you spend the day with your favorite music/show playing in the background while you sit at the table and whip up beautiful works of art. felix insists you two dress up according to “the theme of the day,” which means you’re both wearing some kind of combination of pink and red clothing. it’s cheesy, but it makes felix giggle every time he remembers how you are matching, so it’s more than worth dressing up for an at-home date. the first craft of the day is creating diy valentines. felix went to a craft store to buy scissors that cut in different shapes, a variety pack of construction paper, 10 sheets of stickers, scented colored markers, and glitter glue. he puts a makeshift wall between you two at the table because “we can’t ruin the surprise!” he unabashedly watches you while you work, smiling brightly because i never knew a furrowed brow could be so cute. of course, felix cannot resist the perfect opportunity to bake together, so the kitchen becomes a mess of flour and food coloring as you bake cookies and make pink, red, and purple frosting to decorate them with. he breaks off pieces of cookies and feeds them to you while you work, and he hums in approval when he tastes the cookies himself. he swears up and down they turned out so well because of the secret ingredient only you two could put in it: true love. he bursts into a giggling fit after he says that, completely out of breath as you both return to the table to put together valentine’s day gift baskets for each other. despite the fact that you spent the entire day making these together, the act of receiving a gift basket from felix is exhilarating. he is practically vibrating with excitement when he watches you read the valentine, and his heart is almost guaranteed to burst out of his chest when you thank him because if it means i can see them smile like that, i will never stop giving them presents. people call me sunshine, but they clearly have never experienced how warm and bright y/n looks when they’re happy. felix tears up when he opens your gift basket, and he hugs you so tightly you are gasping for air. he kisses it better and hugs you tightly again.

seungmin♡‧₊˚

seungmin is so full of joy whenever he’s with you, so he wants your valentine’s day to be a very fun and cute day out on the town! he plans a little adventure to all your favorite spots and some new ones–he acts casual about it but he’s been planning it for weeks–and he holds your hand as he leads you around the city. the smile that beams on his face, the way you two laugh while you rush through crowded crosswalks, and the sound of seungmin’s voice as he tells the barista your order without having to ask you first has your heart racing like a kid falling in love for the first time. seungmin teases you as per usual, but he slips in sweet compliments more often. the wind will blow your jacket awry, and seungmin will exclaim, “hah! you look so dumb like that!” he’s laughing while he fixes your jacket, and, once he’s satisfied, he whispers, almost unaware of the truth he’s spilling right in front of you, “ah, now you’re as  perfect as always.” a blush creeps onto your skin, but seungmin is too lost in his thoughts of i’ll never get tired of fixing things for them. it’s an honor to be close enough to know when their shoelaces are untied or their soup is too hot to notice the pink that tinges your face. when you’re nearing the end of your date, a claw machine outside a shop catches your eye. you tell seungmin that to be a “proper partner” he should try to win a plushie for you. he rolls his eyes, saying, “if you ask me nicely enough, i’ll consider it.” he’s feeling extra soft today, so only the slightest bit of aegyo is required to sway him. after many, many attempts, he manages to catch the toy of your choice, reminding you that he gets custody of it “if you don’t take care of it properly.” you tease him for being a helicopter parent and clutch the plushie close to your chest as you walk side by side to the final stop of your valentine’s day adventure. little do you know, seungmin is watching you carefully, lovestruck eyes shining, thinking i hope this plushie keeps them company whenever i’m away. i might even have an easier time falling asleep if i know they’re able to hold onto something they love, but i’ll never rest easy unless we’re back in each other’s arms.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

jeongin doesn’t want to take valentine’s day too seriously, but he will never miss an opportunity to show his appreciation for you. he wants to spend the day with you to celebrate your relationship, so he figures out the ultimate valentine’s day date: watching bad, cheesy rom coms together. at first, you’re a little confused, but he quickly explains that the point of this marathon is to cringe together at how ridiculous the writing and acting is. the idea sounds hilarious, and the glint of excited mischief in your partner’s eyes is more than enough to convince you. you two go all out, collecting the comfiest blankets, wearing the ultimate loungewear–matching, of course, because jeongin insists on taking fit pics “for posterity”–and selecting the most iconic films available. the air is sweet and the energy is lighthearted as you and jeongin are cuddled up on the sofa in your favorite spots, laughing and groaning at whatever antics the characters are up to. whenever you react, he watches you fondly and smiles because i love the sound of their laugh and the way they scrunch their nose when they cringe and i could watch them forever and never get enough of it but will tease you about being dramatic whenever you catch him staring. you two can’t resist repeating the worst lines of the films to each other with the most exaggerated tones and facial expressions because the laughter in those moments is wildly contagious. it’s all fun and games, but jeongin definitely gets blushy and flustered when you bat your eyelashes while saying an overly sweet confession line. he’ll never admit that you made him swoon with something as cliché as that, though he can’t hide the stunned look that crosses his face when he realizes how fast his heart is beating when you look at him like that. you tease him, heart fluttering when he rolls his eyes and poking his dimple when he smiles sheepishly because he is so beautiful when he’s happy like this, and i am so happy with him. jeongin fights with all his might to stop himself from completely melting at your cuteness, but that doesn’t stop him from melting into your touch. he sighs in relief when his heart settles down as you two resume your casual cuddling, and he grins because even if the writers didn’t get it perfectly right, i finally understand the kind of love these movies are about.

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[lv-iceprince]

Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness

a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!

also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)

❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung

*siri play be mine by junji*

~sfw~

🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.

🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.

🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.

🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.

🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.

🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.

🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.

🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.

🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.

🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.

🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.

🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.

🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .

🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.

🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.

🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.

🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.

🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.

🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.

🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.

~nsfw~

🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).

🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.

🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.

🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.

🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.

🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.

🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.

🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.

🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.

🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.

🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.

🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.

🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.

🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.

🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.

[unhappy-sometimes]

other than spy fam what are your favorite animes :) p.s. sorry for causing a monsoon in your notifications, i recently followed and tumblr is putting all your stuff in my feed and for each one i'm like I LIKE YOU HAVE A CUPCAKE

i will not stop tho teehee

never apologize for spamming my notifs

(i like the taste of spam and i have notifs turned off anyway)

okay big list of series and opinions below the cut! as well as a little unso lore! please read it, tumblr crashed the first time i tried to answer and i had to retype EVERYTHING 😭

favorite series of all time: fullmetal alchemist

brotherhood, if we’re talking anime, but the manga is still the superior version no matter what. best art, best story, best characters, best fight scenes, best EVERYTHING: the pinnacle of what shonen should be. fma made me want to pursue visual storytelling and quite honestly changed the course of my life. could talk about it forever. cannot recommend it enough. riza hawkeye best character forever and ever.

second favorite series ever: ouran highschool host club

once again, the anime is decent but the manga is where it’s at. ohshc subverts classic shojo tropes while also playing into them and i love love love it for that. i recently reread it and was delighted to find that it still holds up for the most part. makes me scream with laughter and i cannot choose a favorite character (mouri best host tho). it was also just super ahead of its time. hilarious while also being heartfelt and genuine. greatest love confession scene in the history of the world.

the following series are not in any order, i just like them a lot:

spy x family

you guys already know what’s up

apothecary diaries

maomao MAKES👏THIS👏SERIES, i love her SO MUCH. this series has taken over my life. i watched the anime over and over and when i got tired of that, i read the manga over and over, and when i ran out of that, i began READING THE LIGHT NOVELS which i NEVER DO. i read nearly all of the light novels over the course of a week while i was super sick and coughing my lungs inside out, but it was a good time. i still actively read the english translations of the light novel chapters they come out and it honestly makes me week every time. also gaoshun is my favorite character and i would marry him SO fast.

mob psycho 100

yeah :,))))))

natsume’s book of friends (natsume yuujinchou)

if i had to describe this series in one word, it would be nostalgia. that may be because it was the second series i ever read as a kid, but it also just FEELS like blurry summer days and childhood friends you’ve nearly forgotten about. also manga natsume is way more fine that anime natsume. i can’t believe they changed his hair color >:(

detective conan

…or “case closed” as they call it in the united states. i have a lot of contempt for series that drag on for forever in the sake of making money but lemme tell you, early conan was GOOD. it was gory and dark and sometimes kinda scary but it was also a little goofy and cheesy. throwback to the early volumes when conan rode a large dog to rescue a kidnapped girl and also held the hand of a dying woman covered in blood as he told her his true name. you don’t get stuff like that anymore because the show’s demographic is getting younger. but i miss the days when people were getting decapitated via roller coaster. i stick with it for sentimental reasons because i’ve watched/read it since i was a tween. i also own the first 80 volumes of the english manga and named my cat Osaka aftwd heiji hattori. also kaito kid sucks and i hate him.

and now, rapid fire list of animes i saw and enjoyed

link click, frieren (first ep always makes me cry, manga is meh), buddy daddies, saiki k, vinland saga, demon slayer (the art was good, everything else was fine), inuyasha, a lot more but it’s late and i’m sleepy

ANYWAY, i have a LOT of anime/manga opinions but i don’t feel like getting into them rn. here is but a taste of them.

also, the first series i ever saw was called “hikaru no go” and i just think it’s funny that i’ve never met another soul who has heard of it and yet my childhood library in the middle of nowhere had the entire series. i think i own two of the volumes because i lost them, paid a fine, and then found them again. good time.

[writingpiecesak]

In honor of missing a Valentines Day post, whoops

Imagine! Hopeless romantic BoyfriendBakugou scrolling through TikTok and YouTube clips on ideas for Valentines Day.

It’s still two weeks away but still, he likes to be prepared and have the best way of asking and best gift. BoyfriendBakugou wants this to be perfect, you deserve nothing less.

So, with the help of Kiri and some supplies he gathered, BoyfriendBakugou arranged the most beautiful and romantic, nearly cheesy way of asking.

While being blindfolded as he lead you to this, secret date by the fields, on the count of three you removed the black blindfold and as if on cue, butterflies were released (from the help of Koda) and your eyes trailed to the laid out picnic blanket topped with pillows and rose petals, a basket of delicious snacks and prepped sandwiches as well as a sign covered in lights spelling out,

Will you be my valentine?

And there stood, BoyfriendBakugou, dressed in his best, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers tied with his signature colors. Your eyes gleamed with heartfelt tears.

“So..will you?”