#lol and not even in a romantic getaway kind of way just like a lets get away from life off the grid kind of way

[skellydun]

i wish I had more friends who liked the same things that i do bc I'm booking this tiny cabin in the woods for a few days and none of my friends enjoy the outdoors so I'm going solo which is good for the soul but at the same time if I'm murdered I'd like someone to be there other than the murderer

[vanillarose17]

Matters of the Heart - Chapter One

A/N: hey this is my first ever post on tumblr, i’m open to reader feedback, pls let me know what u guys think lol, this is sfw and will have 3 chapters in total. I’m in the midst of chap 2 now lol.

Also can someone tell me how to block certain tags on tumblr?

CW: None, pre-romantic. Pining. SFW.

word count: ~1.4k

Chapter One: Wonder

You survey the array of sustenance on the table in front of you: tomatoes, cheese and red meat - all your least favourite foods in excess, and sigh.

Peter bounds into the room, flanked by Thor in all of his blond, brawny glory. Engrossed in their conversations, they pile food onto their plates, nearly knocking over the other in the process, until Peter’s gaze turns to you.

You snap out of whatever it was you were thinking about, or rather whoever, force yourself to school your features and smile back at the teenager, knowing your returning grin doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

You hope he can’t tell what’s bothering you, you’d been spending a lot of time with him in the pantry and the living room and pretty much anywhere now that Tony was away on a getaway vacation with Pepper, and if anyone were to find out your… predilections, the way scenarios you’d never even entertained before had now begun sieving through your brain like ribbons, leaving you wanting, frustrated and utterly confused, you would be sure to throw yourself off of a cliff and never return.

He reaches out an arm, his features youthful and earnest, calling your name, as Thor greets you in his usual easy, rumbling timbre.

“Do you wanna come watch Thor and me cook dinner tonight? Or tomorrow, any day this week really. We’re gonna have the most insane bake-off, and we need a judge. Someone impartial. We don’t feel like making anything savoury and he’s been taking lessons from the pastry chefs in Asgard, but you know nothing beats Aunt May’s apple pie… I’m pretty sure I’m gonna win, and you don’t have to like, supervise us or anything, but you like us both so it’s probably gonna be hard to choose, anyways the only other person in the compound now is Loki and sometimes I just can’t tell if he wants to be here or not-“ he rambles, albeit endearingly.

You then tear your gaze from Peter, offering another construed smile and open the fridge door, looking for everything and nothing as his words reach a confused halt.

The mere utterance of the raven-haired god’s name had sent you reeling. You felt like someone had gone through your underwear drawer just by mentioning his title to your face - that was the effect he had on you.

How dare you imagine yourself in places of such familiarity and intimacy with him. He was quasi-immortal, had lived in the collective consciousness for centuries, had had countless… conquests, you were sure, none of which could be bested by the likes of you.

He’d tried to subjugate a whole city for God’s sake, and thrown your now-boss out of a window. He’d been a beleaguering megalomaniac, narcissistic and odious and devastatingly handsome.

But he was also tortured and manipulated by a mad titan, having struck a deal with a losing end out of unimaginable rage, pain and despondency.

You knew that after his return to Asgard, before he was taken to his omnipotent father, in chains, he’d divulged the details of his resulting coercion and deal after he’d let go of the Bifrost, to his mother and brother.

Any anger and resentment he’d held at the time, which he’d had in spades, had been compounded by the Mind Stone hidden in the scepter given to him by Thanos, forcing him to act like a marionette, a bird out of its cage for the first time, rabid, wild and misguided.

“Woah, Y/N, is everything okay? I thought you were gonna black out on me for a moment there. Are you hungry? You don’t like the food? I could heat something else up for you….”

Peter’s notes of concern snaps you out of your worldbuilding, his voice tempered and even. Thor peers at you, his eyes kind and narrowed, and you wonder if you’d ever be graced by such a tender expression on his mercurial brother.

“You look positively exhausted, Y/N. You don’t have to critique us if you don’t wish to, it’s all in good fun anyways… maybe we’ve overwhelmed y-?”

You shake your head furiously at Thor’s suggestion, berating yourself for being so easily affected by your musings, though ever since Loki arrived at the compound you’d been easily affected by anything and everything, really.

“I’m fine you guys. Really. Must be my hormones. You know, PMS and all” you, willing yourself to believe it, and only Peter’s expression slightly relaxes.

“And of course I’ll judge your bake-off, Peter.” You give the teen a genuine, reassuring smile this time, and you swear his features light up the whole hall.

“Movie?” you offer stupidly, fishing a fruit cup from the shelf, ruffling his curls affectionately.

Peter shouts in joy and races ahead, while Thor, unconvinced, follows you to the living room, where you would sequester on the chesterfield sofa.

His guiding hand rests atop your shoulder, chaste and warm, and he tells you that you could confide in him if there was anything you ever wanted to say. You peer up in acknowledgment, hoping he could not make out the flurry of emotion in your eyes, give him what must be your seventh forced grin of the day, and settle yourself on the sofa, mumbling notes of thanks and assurances that you were alright.

Thor wielded Mjolnir, one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, and you’d heard tales, probable truths, of the destruction it had caused, could evoke. How could a being worthy enough to possess such a formidable arms ever wrap his head around what you felt for his brother, a god in every measure, in equal standing, even if he never saw it that way.

You lean back, giving Peter free reign of choosing the evening’s entertainment, and as he wrestles Thor for the remote, their roughhousing and boisterous shouts become static as you resume your informed reverie of Loki.

You were nothing like him.

Despite your high-ranking post as a spy for the Avengers, a position you’d acquired through your tenacity and shrewdness, making you an indelible part of the team, you were painfully mortal and always would be.

You weren’t a super soldier like Steve and you surely weren’t as seasoned as Natasha, having not trained at the Red Room yourself, but you subconsciously knew you belonged on the team as much as anyone, no matter how loud the debasing, insidious voice in your head became.

You fiddle with the fruit cup, peeling back at the flimsy plastic.

When Loki had first arrived at the compound, everyone’s reactions were exactly as you’d expected.

Like a fish out of water, the god had made quips and remarks whenever he saw fit, needling Tony and mocking Thor, studying Natasha and steering clear of Bruce. His pride chipped at, his ego wounded, he’d initially been resistant to being a part of the very team he’d tried to best in the first place, but he’d had one of two choices - either bite the bullet and serve out his sentence in New York by assisting the heroes as recompense for his war crimes, or meet his swift, uninspiring end at the guillotine.

Thor and Loki’s mother, Frigga had begged and pleaded and reasoned with her husband, and you knew it was only her beseeching that ensured Loki was alive and well and here and the unknowing object of your carefully shrouded affections, which sometimes came as naturally to you as drawing in air, flexing a muscle.

But how discerning were you, truly, when it came to matters of the heart? As Loki integrated into communal living at the compound, slowly but surely, he’d begun showing up to trainings he said he didn’t need, participated in meetings he’d once called asinine, begrudgingly helped Peter with his history homework (You’d shamelessly eavesdropped from your place on the kitchen island, pretending to read a mission brief, and if Loki knew you were listening in, he didn’t mention it) and had even polished Steve’s shield once (After calling him the world’s most uninteresting relic).

You’d been rather terrified of Loki when he first showed up at the compound, but as his personality mellowed at an all too-slow pace, and you caught flickers of neutrality or even reluctant enjoyment or tolerance during said interactions with your team mates, your bleeding heart had opened like a dam, gushing and oozing and making you notice and feel everything transpiring within and around you.

Along with his lethal beauty, his tepid but sincere attempts at humanity had grown on you, taken root in your heart, vines of longing uncoiling and settling deep in your chest.

You pause from your musings and peer at Thor out of the corner of your eye. Dear John is playing on Tony’s home entertainment system, and you silently wonder if it was truly Peter that chose such a rousing movie on a relaxed evening.

Thor winks at you.

TBC! let me know what u think :3

[acacia-may]

Hello Acacia _may I saw you were doing a song recommendation thing and I was wondering if you had any songs for Jessie and James 😉 hope your well

Hi Eggs! Hope you're doing well! 💕 Thank you so much for ask! I don't get a lot of Pokémon ones so this is really exciting for me, and I'll admit I had a little too much fun going through my old Rocketshipping playlist from way, way back in the day! (It's so old it doesn't even have a Spotify equivalent lol 😂). But yes, excellent pairing and lots of wonderful memories!

Your song & headcanons are below the cut! Thanks for playing my song + headcanon ask game! 🥰

So, in another life (long before I had a Tumblr), a much younger Acacia was just elbow-deep invested in Rocketshipping, and your ask has gotten me all squealing and kicking my feet up in the air about them again. I had lots of fun going back through my old playlist I made for them, though I'll admit most of it was pretty on the nose and/or cheeky with a bunch of criminals in love kind of songs (who knew there was such a genre of that 😅😂). One of my favorites of those has always been "Ocean City" (YouTube) by Charming Disaster. I feel like it really has this Jessie and James vibe to it since it starts of as this kind of bouncy, jaunty pseudo-love song about a couple on what we think is a romantic getaway only to find out by the refrain that these lovers are actually on the run from the law! 😁

It's a fun song so I think it's worth mentioning, but I decided to go for a more serious choice so I can write some related headcanons for you and picked "I Caught Myself" by Paramore which has always felt like a Jessie song to me in the context of Rocketshipping. I feel like the complicated feelings of the singer are very similar to how I imagine Jessie would feel about James and pursuing a romantic relationship.

So without further ado here are some of my "Jessie falls in love with James" headcanons:

Jessie has lingering abandonment issues from her childhood which have made her jaded and guarded. She really struggles to open up to others and even when she has someone in her life (like James) who is so devoted to her and has been such a constant presence in her life, she still struggles to truly accept and believe that he's always going to stick around so she's always looking for the "emergency exit" or that "escape hatch" in case things go south and she goes out of her way to convince herself not to care too much so she won't end up getting hurt.

Despite being so independent and headstrong and so guarded about her feelings, Jessie does feel this almost-undeniable closeness to James and feels this connection, but she stops herself from really exploring that or pursuing it. She does have these moments where she's really beginning to think "Oh, wow! I could actually be falling in love" but then she "catches" herself and doesn't really let herself feel that and just buries her heart deeper and deeper away from him, struggling to admit just how much he means to her and how much she cares about him.

This sometimes even goes so far as her consciously or perhaps subconsciously sabotaging her own chances at happiness by pushing him away. When she feels James is getting too close to her, she sometimes lashes out--feeling it's better to just stop anything that "could be" before it became something and she lost her heart only for it to be broken (or so is her fear)

For this reason, she never expresses her feelings or inner turmoil on this topic despite her affection growing not only in intensity but also in undeniability [to the point that by the time they actually do pursue something romantic with each other, everyone in their lives are just exasperated like "FINALLY. It's about time"].

It's James who confesses first though it is inadvertent and accidental. Confronted with the fact that he actually loves her, Jessie has a sort of existential crisis, but eventually allows herself to believe him. She allows herself to be loved, and it's in that moment that she reaches true acceptance that she loves him too.

I Caught Myself - YouTube

[actuallysaiyan]

My Personal Love Story: Son Gohan

The Request: "Is it too early to request? I’m not good with time zones haha. If I can request, then yay and hopefully I got in on time before everyone else. Lol Congrats again on 1k! You spoil us so much with your writing! Could I get Gohan? And a fluff piece, kami knows I need it. Lol My name is XXXXXXXX, I’m Sagittarius, I’m a terribly shy and quiet person that is overly stressed out with kids and with a love language of touch. My mood dating is probably a cafe with coffee and books, something quiet and personal. Lol Oh. I didn’t really do a blurb on myself did it? But there really isn’t much. I’m just a single mom of two that’s a baker(which lets be honest is any saiyans dream to have lol) and I spend most of free time reading since I don’t really have much time to go out."

Your Song: The Air That I Breathe- The Hollies

Headcanons:

Your relationship started up pretty slowly. Gohan met you in the coffee shop you liked to frequent. You both wanted the last donut and he let you have it. Then you decided to sit together and chat, and you both became good friends pretty quickly.

He’s a little shy about it at first. He doesn’t want to just barge into your life and change things with you. But he does little things to let you know that he loves you, things like buying you little gifts and remembering important dates. He even will do the dishes if you invite him over for dinner.

But then, Gohan can’t hold his feelings back for too long. He dreams of kissing you and you becoming his sweet girlfriend. You already make him feel so good as friends, so he decides to just gather the courage to ask you out.

The date is so romantic, he invites you over so he can cook you a wonderful dinner. He has everything prepared in the best way possible. The lights are turned down low, a dozen roses for you, some chocolates for after dinner and a bottle of wine.

Soon, you’re feeling buzzed and Gohan can’t keep his hands off of you. He pulls you in closer for a sweet kiss. Your head is spinning. You can’t think straight, all you can do is hold onto Gohan as he kisses you.

From then on, you’ve been a couple. He is very protective of you, but he’s also so supportive. Any hobbies or passions you have, you can rest assured that Gohan will be right there giving you pointers or cheering you on. He’s very kind to you and will go out of his way to do anything to make you happy.

You spoil him lots too! Lots of baking and cooking, which keeps his giant appetite satiated. Gohan enjoys the way you are always so tender and sweet. Lots of kisses and arm touches or just holding him close. He loves it when you run into his arms when he gets home and you cover his face with kisses.

In the bedroom, Gohan likes to experiment with what makes you feel the best. Sometimes, you want him to be fast and rough, and though he can be very soft, he’s going to do his best to make you feel good. Don’t be surprised if he gets a little too rough and he’s apologizing to you straight afterwards.

Gohan loves to be extravagant when it comes to anniversaries. He’ll plan these sweet little weekend getaways and treat you like a queen the whole time. Not to say he doesn’t treat you like a queen every day, but he loves to be a little extra when it comes to your birthday and your anniversary.

Quiet, rainy days laying on the couch and reading are heaven to Gohan. He’ll curl up on the sofa with you, dressed in comfy clothes, a cup of tea on the table, and he won’t leave this spot for hours. It’s a nice way to unwind after a long work week.

First Time Being Intimate:

Gohan is feeling extremely confident. The way you keep moaning his name as he kisses your neck and squeezes your breasts. He’s trying not to be too eager about all of it, but he’s rock hard in his pants. The way you look right now, it’s driving him crazy to know that he’s allowed to be this intimate with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gohan breathes, and he kisses you sweetly.

You’re so caught up with everything else, your breath hitches in your throat when you hear him say that. You know Gohan is always sweet to you, but this was just so pure and wholesome. It made you feel like a million bucks. Your cheeks heat up and you lean up to kiss him back.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” You say in a teasing tone, but Gohan knows that you mean well. He laughs softly, and then he’s rolling you over so you’re on your back. Without warning, he pins your wrists to the bed.

“I get to have you all to myself, right?” Gohan asks, his lips are hot and wet on your neck. He bites down gently, causing you to moan.

“Of course. Nobody else will touch me.” You say, and Gohan grunts.

“Good girl.”

[pufflyhallows]

Getaway

Gif not mine

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Business is going bad after the war and Fred is not feeling so great, so you decide to cheer him up with a special trip.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, language, tiny tiny bit of angst, still fluffy tho

a/n: this is my FIRST smut EVER so... be nice? also, Fred fucking LIVES bc I’m in denial forever lol

Word count: 4,3k

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You wanted to surprise Fred.

He had been feeling down lately. Ever since he and George reopened the shop after the war, things had been a little tough. The movement was still quite slow, given the fact that people were still recovering from the war, mourning their lost ones and starting new lives. It was a difficult time for everyone, and of course it affected Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes as well.

What ached your heart the most was the fact that there wasn’t much you could do to help him. Every day you watched as he took longer to get out of bed in the morning, how he sounded slower and quieter when talking to you and, the worst part, how he acted quite mechanic when doing his chores around the shop, the same ones he enjoyed so much in the past and had always gotten done with a bright smile on his face. And although he never stopped caring for you or being loving to you, the bedroom had become… inactive. And you missed it. You missed being intimate with your boyfriend, but every time you tried to initiate it, he would softly decline, claiming to be too tired. You believed it. You could see he was indeed exhausted. And not only physically, but mentally too. Perhaps the latter was actually the one weighing more.

George, however, was quite the opposite. He kept his optimism high and was always the first to wake up every morning, excited with the new day and new possibilities. He would often go out and promote the shop, talk to people and sometimes even manage to bring a customer in.

This big difference between them worried you. No, you did not expect the twins to act the same, but you hoped in secret that Fred would follow his brother’s steps and cheer up a bit.

Cheer up. Yeah. That was exactly what he needed. And what better way to cheer up someone than a surprise trip? That’s how you were going to take his mind off of work. With Hermione’s help, you planned a very romantic weekend trip out of town. You talked to George beforehand, of course, but he assured you he could take care of the shop by himself for two days. He agreed Fred needed this.

“It’s not like we’re getting many customers anyway,” he had said.

So, as Friday approached, you felt the excitement building up. You managed to act completely nonchalant around him, making sure he didn’t suspect a thing. It wasn’t a big, expensive hotel because you knew he would worry about money and that was the opposite of what you wanted for this trip. Hermione had helped you pick a small, comfy hotel that was quite charming and fit your pocket perfectly. You wanted to make sure Fred felt loved, cared for and relaxed. There was also a little extra surprise inside your suitcase that you really hoped he would like…

What you didn’t know was that Fred felt guilty. He reckoned he hadn’t been the boyfriend you deserved lately, but he couldn’t help it. The stress was almost eating him alive and his mind was always wandering back to the shop, worrying about its future. You had been so kind and patient with him, he knew you deserved better than that. The whole thing was snowballing and sometimes he couldn’t see it ending.

That Friday, when you got home from work, the shop was still open and there was actually a customer inside, talking with George. You felt relief wash over you, because you knew what that meant: Fred was probably in a good mood.

You walked straight to the flat, not daring to interrupt George, but you stopped in the middle of the stairs to watch. He was speaking with such enthusiasm, showing and explaining his products to the young boy, that it filled you with pride. You caught his eyes for a brief moment and noticed the smallest of smirks appear on his lips. Smiling back, you nodded at him. Fred was nowhere to be seen, though, so you went upstairs.

There was a delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The older twin was there, cooking. You smiled to yourself at the sight. His favorite The Weird Sisters record was playing somewhere in the flat, adding a familiar, comfortable feel to the whole scene. Fred’s back was facing you while he chopped… carrots? on the counter. He didn’t seem to notice your presence just yet, so you took advantage of that. Placing your bag on the nearest chair, you walked in quiet steps towards your boyfriend. The fresh mint aroma coming from him meant he had probably just showered. Oh, and how you missed showering with him.

You couldn’t refrain your smile from growing even bigger once you noticed Fred’s body was swinging from side to side, so imperceptibly that you almost missed it. Carefully, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back. You felt him tense up for a mere second before realizing who it was. He soon relaxed, letting go of the knife and placing his clean hand on yours.

“Didn’t hear you coming in,” he stated, voice low and raspy.

You hummed in response and placed a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Fred turned around and briefly met your lips with his.

“It’s gonna take a while. Why don’t you go take a bath?”

“I will,” you nodded, running your hand from his chest to his shoulder and squeezing it gently. “How was your day?”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay”, you repeated. “Well, I hope I can make it better. I have a surprise for you after dinner.”

“A surprise?”

“Yes. I have an idea of how we can spend your days off.”

“Hm… Making plans already, are we?”

“Very good plans, yes. But you’ll have to wait until dinner.”

“Or you could tell me right now so I won’t have to.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You smirked and gave him another peck on the lips before rushing off the kitchen and leaving your boyfriend to his curiosity and imagination.

The warm bath made you think about a lot of things and you came to realize you were very lucky. The war was over and there you were, taking a bath in your boyfriend’s flat, the person you loved the most in the world. So many people lost their loved ones, their homes, their entire lives in that war. You knew you had many reasons to feel happy and should not take them for granted. Life was good for you right now, and you acknowledged it, promising to yourself that you were going to enjoy it the best you could, with Fred by your side.

George joined the two of you for dinner, which turned out to be the best you had in months. Not because of the food, although it was perfect, but because it felt like everything was back to normal, like all the meals you had shared before the war. Maybe it was the idea of a day off and the mention of a surprise from you, but you could see that Fred was already less gloomy or aloof.

After the meal, as if sensing you wanted to reveal your plans to Fred, George excused himself to his bedroom, claiming he still had to finish some work. You wished him goodnight, not missing the discrete wink he gave you.

“So…” you started, watching as Fred emptied his glass of pumpkin juice. “Remember when I said I had an idea on how to spend your days off?”

“Oh, yes. The surprise.”

“Well… I figured you could use a little rest from everything, so I made a reservation at a very nice hotel for the two of us to spend the weekend at.”

“You what?” Fred asked, a small smile starting to grace his lips.

“The portkey is set for our departure at 10 a.m. tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts,” you shook your head. “I have already packed our bags.”

“Y/N, doll, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me I’m amazing, the best thing that ever happened to you, an angel sent from heaven…  Something humble like that.”

Fred chuckled, that contagious sound you missed hearing so much. “You’re amazing. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, a true angel sent from heaven.”

“I know! We’re gonna have so much fun,” you smiled excitedly, clasping your hands together.

“What exactly are your plans for us, though?” your boyfriend questioned, curiosity dripping from his lips.

“Oh, you’ll find out once we’re there.”

“The surprise doesn’t end here, I see.”

“Exactly. I have everything planned, baby.”

The look in Fred’s eyes seemed to indicate he had an idea of what you had planned, but he did not say a word about it. He would like to see the surprise reveal itself in the right moment. He wasn’t going to spoil your plans in any way.

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You always had your doubts when it came to ads, but this time you had to admit this was spot on. The hotel looked exactly like its pictures and descriptions.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?” the receptionist asked as soon as you stepped in the lobby.

It was something so small, so simple, but it made your heart flutter and stomach fill with those restless butterflies. Mrs. Weasley. Were you ever going to become that? You wondered if Fred even noticed the little misunderstanding.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Actually, it’s just one Weasley. Fred Weasley. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your slight flustered manner didn’t go unnoticed by Fred. Despite the obvious nervousness, he thought it was rather cute. In fact, he liked to hear you be called that. Perhaps he should do something about it…

“Oh, I apologize. Mr. Weasley and Miss Y/L/N,” the receptionist corrected herself as she checked the reservation’s book. “You’re right on time, your room is ready for you. I just need your wands for ID confirmation before I give you your key.”

Both of you handed your wands to the young woman behind the desk and she did as she was supposed to. Sooner than you had anticipated, you were in the lovely suite you had reserved.

Fred placed the small handbag on the bed – blessed be the extension charm, that’s all you had to carry for that trip – and walked around the room curiously. You went straight for the big window and opened the curtains. There it was. The view you had seen on the ad and that had made you instantly choose this hotel.

“Fred,” you called softly, looking behind you. “Come see.”

Your boyfriend let go of the catalog on the nightstand and approached you, eyeing the outside in awe.

“Wow,” he breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?”

When making the reservation, you were met with the question: would you like a room with view to the street/village or to the beach? And you chose the beach, although the village was a lovely sight. Now, seeing Fred’s reaction, you were absolutely sure you had made the right choice.

The hotel was in a small village where both wizards and muggles lived. With a little help from magic, the wizards could go unnoticed and the muggles lived everyday life without a single clue of the existence of such peculiar neighbors. The beach was right behind the village, and your room being in the back of the hotel, you had a wonderful privileged view of nature’s beauty.

“Wanna go down there?” you asked.

“What’s in your plans?” he asked back, switching his gaze from the window to you.

“Beach,” you replied with a small smile. “Basically the entire day at the beach, lunch at a muggle restaurant down there too. But dinner here.”

“I’ll follow your script, doll.”

Fred placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer, pressing his lips ever so gently on yours. You instantly let go of the curtains so you could run your fingers through his soft hair. The light fabric fell back to its place, covering the windows again and leaving the room a little darker than before. Fred’s gentle kiss wasn’t so gentle anymore.

No, not yet.

You broke the kiss and pulled back, biting your lip as you started to feel that you might not be able to wait until the right time for your surprise.

“I’m starving,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” he pulled you closer again.

“Let’s go, then.” You managed to get out of his embrace and grab the handbag before heading to the bathroom to change into your bathing suit.

A hungry Fred was left standing by the big window.

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It had been hard.

It had been hard seeing you in so little clothing, dripping wet, skin glistening as droplets of water reflected the sunlight. But Fred managed.

All he had in his mind every time he saw you leaving the water was how he wanted to take you then and there. He had to distract himself from those thoughts, paying attention to what you were saying but not too much to your moving lips. He knew you had something planned and he was appreciative of how much effort you had put in this weekend for him. That was the only reason he wasn’t indulging to his not-so-pure thoughts.

Lunch was a good distraction too, specially since you had to convince a muggle child she had imagined it when she saw Fred stop his falling fork mid-air.

Now, as the two of you walked hand in hand back to the hotel, he wondered if he was going to be rewarded for the self-control test he had just passed. You were humming a song as you observed the houses, trying to guess which ones were muggles and which ones were wizards.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Dinner!” you answered excitedly. “But, if I were you, I wouldn’t go overboard.”

“Why, if I may ask?” but Fred already suspected why.

“Well… there might be plans for after dinner as well.”

Fred held your hand tighter and pulled you towards the hotel in a faster pace. You chuckled, feeling the excitement grow bigger and bigger.

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“Dessert?” the waiter asked as he took the empty plates from your table.

“No, thank you,” Fred replied before you had the chance. “We’re calling it a night, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

“Actually,” you smirked at your boyfriend before looking at the waiter. “I’d like chocolate pudding, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the waiter left, Fred gave you a look.

“What?” you asked nonchalantly.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t go overboard.”

“I’m not going overboard. I had a small plate,” you shrugged.

“Right,” Fred sighed, bouncing his leg under the table.

When your chocolate pudding came, you grabbed the spoon and took a small amount to your mouth. Fred watched your every move, arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed as he saw you slowly lick the spoon. You pretended you didn’t know he was watching, eyes on the tiny bowl in front of you, and you mouthed another spoon, unintentionally getting pudding all over your lips.

Your boyfriend gulped as he watched you run your thumb over your lower lip, getting rid of the chocolate there, and gently suck on it.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” you looked at him innocently.

“Just eat the damn thing.”

“You want some?” you raised the spoon at him.

“Yes, I want some.”

You felt your cheeks burn just a little bit with his remark, heart begin to race as the ideas for what you wanted to do to him tonight started to flood your mind.

“If you wait patiently, you might get what you want,” you teased, looking back at the bowl and already serving another spoon, which you quickly brought to your lips, licking all the content off of it.

Fred shook his head, one corner of his lips going upwards ever so slightly, eyes glued on you.

“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” you offered again, lips glistening as you cleaned them with your tongue.

“I will taste it,” his eyes pierced through your body and suddenly the hotel was too hot.

You had barely served the last spoon of pudding when Fred stood up and let the waiter know you were headed to the room.

“I haven’t finished yet,” you protested and he immediately took the last spoon from your hand and into his mouth.

“Now you have,” he said as he pulled you from the chair.

The way back to the suite felt much longer than it actually was, but as soon as you reached the door, Fred’s lips were on yours. You had trouble to get the key with your boyfriend’s hands all over you, pulling your body hard against his.

“Fred,” you breathed, stepping back. “There’s another surprise.”

Before he could say anything, you unlocked the door and went inside.

“Sit down,” you slowly pushed him to the bed. “And close your eyes.”

Fred complied with no protests, but you could see he was getting flustered, probably guessing what was coming.

You blew out most of the candles illuminating the room and left only a few to create the romantic atmosphere you wanted. You went to the bathroom and changed into the expensive lacy lingerie you had bought for this exact occasion. It was red, a color you had learned Fred was very fond of when it came to this kind of clothing, and had one small, delicate bow right between your breasts.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked from the bathroom, hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah,” you heard in response.

“No peeking ‘til I tell you to,” you warned.

“…‘kay.”

You opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Fred was still sitting on the bed, one leg bouncing impatiently, and a slight frown between his eyebrows.

Slowly, you approached the bed and stood right in front of him.

“Open your eyes,” you whispered.

As soon as he did, Fred sucked in a shaky, quiet breath. He eyed you from head to toe, not hiding his astonishment.

“Baby,” he mumbled in a deep voice, already feeling his pants get a little too tight as his eyes still traveled through your entire figure.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Mm-hmm,” he nodded, biting his bottom lip.

“Good,” you smiled, placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “Now let me show you how proud I am to be your girlfriend.”

Your lips met Fred’s in a slow, deep kiss as you climbed the bed and straddled him, your arms thrown around his neck. Fred let out a soft moan when he felt your weight against his lap, his hands going up your back, fingertips sending shivers down your spine as they searched for the bra clasp. However, you stopped them and placed them back on your hips.

“Not so fast,” you whispered against his lips.

Before he could protest, you kissed him again, now pushing him all the way back to lay down on the bed. Hovering above him, you started pulling up his shirt, which he quickly got rid of for you. You chuckled. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had missed this.

Now that you had free access to his torso, you began to place soft, wet kisses on his neck, slowly moving down to his chest and stomach, painfully taking your time.

You could feel Fred’s breathing get deeper and deeper as you kissed his abs, working your way down to his pants. Once there, you stopped the kisses for a brief moment, so you could focus on getting rid of that piece of fabric. Again, Fred quickly helped you out until you were both just in your underwear.

The sight sent goosebumps through your body and you inevitably bit your lower lip. He was already so hard, you felt the anticipation building up inside you.

You decided to torture him for a little bit – just a little bit – and carried on with the kisses, not taking off his underwear quite yet. However, Fred’s impatience was growing and he didn’t think he would manage to wait for too long. His hand found your hair and he started stroking it, running his fingers through it, a disguised way to guide your head to where he needed you the most. You realized his intentions, but you did not stop him. You let him take you where he wanted and soon your lips found his still covered length.

“Shit, Y/N.”

You smirked.

Slowly, you started pulling down the last piece of clothing until you completely freed him. He was so beautiful. You still had a silly smile on your face as you ran your tongue all the way up from the base to the tip, where you placed a gentle kiss. Fred’s soft moan reached your ears, a beautiful sound that made you even more wet.

You took him in your mouth and started sucking the tip in a slow, teasing pace, while your hand loosely stroked him. You didn’t want him to cum yet. You wanted him to last. And you were going to make him last.

Fred’s hand never left your hair, and he began to slightly pull it, asking for more. He needed more.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Y/N, please.”

You ignored him and kept going in that insanely slow pace, taking your time. What was the hurry?

You heard a low groan, and felt him move his hips against you. You stopped.

“Behave yourself, Weasley.”

“Baby… Please.”

You smirked again, giving him one last stroke, and you let go of him.

Fred looked at you in a way you hadn’t seen in a while. His eyes were dark, full of pure lust. But also desperation and discontent with the sudden lack of touch.

You crawled on the bed until your face was right above his, and you kissed him. It was a deep, passionate, hurried kiss between two people who were eager for each other. This time, you didn’t stop Fred’s hands from going up your back and unclasping your bra. He took it off and you quickly felt his left hand on your right breast, squeezing it. His right hand, however, was going up and down your side, sending shivers through your bare skin. He rested it on your waist for a little bit before going down to your ass and squeezing it tightly. You moaned against his lips, your own impatience growing.

You only stopped the kiss to get rid of your panties, the last piece of fabric separating you from him.

Fred watched as you got off of him and started to pull it down your smooth legs. He could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of your completely naked body. You were breathtakingly, heart-racingly beautiful. He loved the lingerie, he really did, but he loved your body a thousand times more. And he would never get tired of looking at it.

When you straddled him again, skin to skin now, he thought he would cum right then and there. You smiled at him, that beautiful smile that never changed, and kissed him one more time. Fred placed his hands on your waist, squeezing it gently, as if to encourage you. Not wasting another second, you guided his tip to your entrance and slowly sank down on him, allowing him to get all the way inside you, quite easily given how wet you were.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned.

Letting out your own whimpers, you placed your hands on his chest and started riding him, still slowly, still teasingly. Fred’s moans soon turned into groans, complaints. He was getting tired of the teasing, he was already on edge. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a swift move, Fred shifted the both of you so now he was on top. He started thrusting into you, quite roughly, earning a loud approving moan from you.

“Fred,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He kept going, pounding harder and harder, moaning as he did so.

You started kissing his neck, biting, sucking, anything that would leave a mark.

“Yes, baby,” you cried out as he thrusted even deeper.

The bed was making a discreet creaking sound that you weren’t sure if the people in the other rooms could hear. You hoped not, but honestly? Right now you didn’t care. The sound of Fred’s heavy breaths, moans, groans and whimpers were all you were paying attention to. Beautiful sounds that had the power to shut down anything else in your mind.

The rhythm he had created was sending you to heaven with every motion. His lips soon found your own again and he kissed you as if he hadn’t done it just minutes before.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m close.”

“Me too.”

As you felt your body tense, Fred came inside you with a low groan, slowing down just a tad bit. He kept thrusting, however, knowing you were about to reach your climax too. And not long after him, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, and your body relaxed completely.

Both of you were panting against each other’s neck, your arms still loosely around his shoulders as he slowly pulled out and collapsed on top of you.

Hugging him more tightly, you felt Fred leave small kisses on your neck, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the extra-tingly sensation. You started to run your fingernails up and down his back, the other hand caressing his hair.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the waves crashing on the beach, the giggling of children playing down there, and the muffled music coming from the muggle restaurant. You felt so at ease.

After a long moment of peaceful, comforting silence, Fred looked up and smiled. “I love you so much.”

You smiled back. “I love you too.”

Not bad for round one.

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[whatifxwereyou]

The Oncoming Storm Part 17: Blackout

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Oh no, you made things complicated. Lol. I'm having more fun writing Kung Lao than should be allowed. Hopefully you guys enjoy! And yes, I know this is tropey but I also don't care LOL, it's a fun trope.

Part 16 Part 18 Chapter Index

The hotel was surprisingly crowded. You weren’t sure what you’d expected but you hadn’t expected it to be bustling with tourists. There was a festival happening, you should have expected this. A bit outdated, the hotel was still clean and inviting. A welcome reprieve from the stone walls of Raiden’s Temple. You’d arrived early and still had to wait in line. Raiden had ‘transported’ you there which had been a wild experience in and of itself. You’d walked into a bolt of lightning and had come out in a quiet alley unseen.

It had been so long since you’d walked amongst the average civilian that it felt straight up bizarre to be walking along the streets of the modest city, especially in your hanfu. It was all you’d had, after all. No one looked at you twice other than to greet you politely. Most of the other folks staying at the hotel for the festival were couples on a romantic getaway which had made it instantly weird to be waiting in line with Kung Lao to check into your respective rooms.

Thankfully, the line moved quickly and once you’d checked in, you dropped off the few belongings you’d brought with you. The room was tiny with a single bed, a desk taking up nearly the rest of the room. Atop the desk was a television and beneath that was an old, ancient mini fridge. It would do well enough. This was the most technology you’d seen in weeks. Afterwards, you’d found Kung Lao and told him that you would meet him in an hour. You’d made note of a clothing store down the road and wanted to see if there was anything worth buying.

He, of course, decided to join you. No one trusted you alone anymore. He didn’t say it like that, but you knew that Raiden had told both him and Liu to keep an eye on you. You felt like a ticking time bomb.

Once at the shop you were disappointed to find that it sold mostly yukatas and kimonos. You supposed it was better than the flowy hanfu. At least you could pick out something that would be your own rather than something that had been handed to you.

Boy, you missed the internet.

You picked out a few pieces that you could work with a bit easier. Most of the hanfu were dresses or long flowy robes. Here you’d been able to find a few women’s kimonos that had hakama pants as an option. You had never been so excited to see pants in your life. You didn’t need the whole kimono, just the pants. Some constricted around the ankles while others were left open. You grabbed both and were extremely pleased.

“Sometimes, you’re a very simple woman.” Kung Lao had patted you on the back when you’d showed him the pants in excitement. You had to agree. In that moment you were very simple. Pants had brought you joy. You’d wandered away from him after that to find a few tops, belts, and jackets. Thankfully, you’d had your wallet on you when this had all begun so you had some money on you. In Raiden’s Temple, money hadn’t been necessary, so you were happy to spend it on the few things you did need.

They weren’t jeans and a t-shirt or even cute dresses, but it felt like a step in the right direction toward feeling like yourself again. You hadn’t realized how much it had bothered you until then.

Kung Lao had purchased just enough for the day in flattering red and black. That seemed to be his aesthetic though you could picture him in blues too for some reason. Then you made your way back to the hotel and to your rooms on the top floor. You had gotten rooms next to each other. You went to get changed and were happy with what you saw even in the half mirror on the desk. You stood on the bed to get a better look. Black hakama pants and a grayish-lavender and black top with a white sash tied around your middle. You then pulled your hair back in a ponytail and admired yourself in the mirror. Even though your hair was a mess you looked much more like yourself.

Your white roots had grown out a couple of inches now. It didn’t look bad, but it definitely didn’t look like it was on purpose either.

Oh well! You jumped off the bed and then left the room to find Kung Lao waiting for you, leaned against the wall next to your door. He had one foot propped against the wall, arms folded across his chest, hat obscuring his face as it often did. The clothing he’d bought wasn’t too terribly different from what he usually wore with the notable exception that he had sleeves which was truly a shame. He tilted his head up just enough to greet you before stepping away from the wall. You hadn’t left him waiting that long and yet he acted as though he’d been there for ages.

You noticed the jade ring from his usual outfit was woven into his outfit with the sash around his waist laced through it. It was kind of sweet that he always seemed to have it on him.

“Is that significant in some way? Special?” You asked, gesturing to the ring. He looked down at the ring in surprise and then nodded down the hall. You walked slowly through the hotel toward the stairwell.

“It’s a relic from my ancestor, the Great Kung Lao.”

“Oh, wow. About that, though… I’ve heard people mention him, but I had never heard the name before you. I know that he’s of some importance which has made you important…”

“I am incredibly important, thank you.”

“Yes, very. Keep talking.”

“He was the first champion of Mortal Kombat who had come from the Shaolin Order of Light. He defeated Shang Tsung and won the tournament.” Kung Lao seemed as though he had told this story a hundred times but was still proud to tell it. It was oddly sweet. “He was champion of Earthrealm for fifty years before the tournament was corrupted and he was killed. Even so, he is held in great reverence. He was a remarkable warrior.”

“Is that why you have a dragon mark?”

“Yes, that is why I have the mark. It’s also why I was sent away so young. I’d already been training long before I’d met you. When I left it was because it was time for me to go live at the temple.”

You stopped walking before the stairs and he stopped just in front of you and turned to face you. “Then why were you so bad when we would pretend to fight?”

“I held back. I wanted you to have fun too. Besides, it felt nice to be normal back then.” He laughed and you caught up to him and started down the stairs. “I was thinking that we should come up with a story as to why we’re here.”

“Should we?”

“Obviously. We need a reason to be here.”

“Other than the reason we actually have?”

“And when a bunch of strangers ask you why we’re here, are you going to tell them the real reason we’re here?”

“Point taken.”

“We need a cover.”

“Do we really though? I don’t remember ever having to justify my actions that intensely to strangers before. We can just be visiting.” You jumped down the last two stairs to the landing between flights. Pants felt great. Kung Lao seemed to either be overthinking your trip or grasping at straws to get to some end point. Or he was going to cause trouble. You would never forget the look that both Raiden and Liu had given him on their way out.

“I’ve been asked three times what brings me to Mount Osore during the festival. I came up with a lie on the spot but I’m no terribly proud of it or anything.”

“And what is this lie you came up with?”

“I said I was here on a date. Everyone else seems to be here on a date, so it was the first thing that jumped to mind.”

You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed in surprise, waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. You caught up to him. “Really, Kung Lao?”

“What? It’s the first thing I could think of! The people asking me were on a date and so I stuttered that I was too.”

“Kung Lao, no.”

“Come on, Y/N.”

“Can’t we just say we’re visiting and that it’s no one’s business?” You walked into the lobby and he hurried in front of you and took your hands, clasping them between his. You sighed. “Would you…” The lobby was very crowded.

“I hate you so much right now.”

“Would you,” he continued, talking over you, “do me the honor of going on a cute little pretend date with me so that we can sneak into an ancient Buddhist Temple built within the caldera of a volcano so that we can uncover an ancient and possibly cursed artifact together?” You stared at him in disbelief, but it was taking every ounce of your energy not to burst into laughter. He was such a dork. “I will get down on my knees and ask you again if you don’t answer me.” He got down on his knees and you broke. Laughing, you pulled your hands free, grabbed his arms and tugged.

“Oh my god, get up, Kung Lao.”

“It’s a great cover, Y/N.”

“It is an exactly okay cover. But fine. I haven’t done something terribly embarrassing in a while, so I guess I’m overdue for this.” You agreed at least. He was right. It was a good cover considering this whole place was filled with couples. Besides, if it got Kung Lao to drop the subject then you would be happy to agree. The whole display had made your cheeks burn.

“Embarrassing, huh? Come on, Y/N. It’s not such a bad thing, is it? Could be worse looking guys to end up with, right?” He walked at your side again, making a teasing kissy face and leaning close to you. You leaned away with an awkward and nervous laugh.

“If you keep doing things like that then you are going to get smacked.”

“Worth it.” He held the door open for you and together you left the hotel. Outside a bus waited to take tourists to the shrine for the festival. People were already loading onto it. Kung Lao offered you his hand and you looked to him skeptically. He grabbed your hand anyway and then you walked onto the bus. “You’re going to have to get better at pretending.” You found seats near the back of the bus and even as you sat, he didn’t let go of your hand. You felt incredibly silly. Yet, it also made your heart flutter. As much as you had given him a hard time, you also happened to think it was an incredibly sweet and kind of wholesome idea.

Funny enough, you had thought of this moment before but in a much different context. Maybe in a life where your childhood together hadn’t ended so traumatically. Where you’d stayed close friends and he’d have asked you out when you were old enough. In a way, you felt like a silly schoolgirl, something you hadn’t felt in years.

If he hadn’t died then this was exactly where you would have wound up. Somehow that made you feel much less silly and you finally relaxed. Kung Lao pointed out several interesting things on the side of the road through the window and you listened to him chatter on until the bus was pulling up to the shrine. You waited for the others to get off the bus and then you walked ahead of Kung Lao and stepped off it.

The shrine was huge and it took your breath away.

So much so that it made you dizzy.

A river flowed before you then beneath a red bridge. To the left of the bridge there was a white beach lining the bluest and most artificial-looking water that you had ever seen in your life. Rocks were piled alongside the shore in strange formations. Beyond the bridge there was a stone path that led to the shrine in the distance, and it was lined with old lanterns. You walked to the edge of the stone path where the bus had dropped you off to try and get a better look at the water.

That was a teal color you had never seen before in nature. In your mind’s eye, you recalled your vision and it made your stomach drop. You took a step further and were suddenly grasped around the waist and pulled away from the edge of the stone. Then Kung Lao looped his arm in yours. “You looking to take a dip?”

You hadn’t realized that you had almost walked right into the river. You hadn’t been thinking. The water had bewitched you, it seemed. You needed to get a closer look at it but now that you’d been turned away from it, the feeling had gone. From there you could smell the acidity in the humid air. That was likely why it was so blue. “Pay more attention, okay?”

You weren’t sure what to say to him. It was surreal being there. This place was exactly the same as it had been in your vision but also years, possibly centuries had passed since then. The shrine buildings themselves were much larger than they had been then. They were even a different color. Your head was spinning as you tried to take in everything at once. It was an overload. You grabbed Kung Lao’s arm to try and ground yourself. You felt as though you were floating and the wind would take you away.

Kung Lao led you onto the bridge and at its apex you sat and watched the water trickle beneath it. He helped you lean your elbows against the railing and then placed a supportive hand on your back.

“It’s okay. Take a second.” He seemed to realize that you were having a difficult time. How could you explain that you were struggling to wrap your mind around being in a place where you’d had such a vivid and violent vision? You were grateful for him. Your heart was racing and you watched the water flowing beneath the bridge, over the rocks. Your stomach had dropped. It felt as though you were intimately familiar with this place, as though you had spent years there, but you had never once seen it before. At the same time, everything felt completely new. Your brain was waging war with itself. “You okay?”

“Yeah, this is just… surreal.” You were finally able to collect your thoughts enough to talk.

“You went a bit gray. Figured you needed a minute.”

“I appreciate it.”

“So, where do we go?”

“There’s a well inside one of those buildings.” You nodded to your right where the shrine was at the end of the stone path.

“Vague, but okay.” He peered to the right and then pointed. “It’s off limits.” From there you could see a series of ropes that blocked off the building from visitors. “Great.”

“It’s crowded enough here. I’m sure we can sneak in just fine.”

“Of course.” He leaned next to you on his forearms, hands clasped together. “This place is a little spooky.”

“It is. I read a brochure from the hotel lobby. The monks here believe that it’s the gateway to hell. The river beneath us is supposed to represent the Sanzu.” You pointed below you. It was a little spooky, you supposed, but it was also incredibly beautiful.

“I read about that. I also read that there are holy water bathhouses and volcanic cauldrons with crazy colored water.”

“Yeah, and a lake of blood.”

“I hate that, Y/N.” He stuck his tongue out at the idea. You laughed. He was too funny. He had this way of making you feel at least even about the big and often uncomfortable things sometimes. Other times he drove your anxiety through the roof. Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those moments. “What do you say that we get to sneaking in and find this thing so that we can have a bit of fun for the rest of the day, huh?”

“That sounds nice.”

He took your hand once again and you walked over the bridge and along the stone path. The lanterns were decorated for the festival along with the rest of the shrine. Monks walked about, greeting visitors and answering questions while explaining various attractions. Most visitors, and there were many, were straying from the temple in favor of the white sands or the volcanic cauldrons. You and Kung Lao walked until you reached the ropes before the shrine. You stood there for a time in the shade, waiting for your moment to sneak in unseen.

“Coast is clear,” you whispered and turned to keep watch while Kung Lao snuck into the shrine. Once inside, you waited for your opportunity and followed him. Inside, the building was ancient but to you it seemed oddly brand new. It wasn’t the same shrine that you remembered from your vision. Much had changed since that wicked man had been there.

No one was waiting for you inside the small entryway or in the room beyond. That seemed like the central room, with space for prayer and a dip in the center for dining. The floor was lined with tatami mats and the ceiling was high, windows on the second floor spattering sunlight throughout the room. Halls branched off in each direction and you suddenly felt overwhelmed with choice. It had seemed so much simpler in your vision.

“Lead the way but be cautious. We’re not alone.” Kung Lao spoke in a hushed tone, staying close to you but alert.

“Yeah.” You started through the room and down the closest hallway, checking to see if it was empty first. Kung Lao took your hand and you urged him along with you. Your stomach was in knots and his hand there continued to keep you grounded. Several times you encountered monks going about their business and you had to duck into other rooms or sneak back around corners. You somehow managed to remain unseen, having to huddle together in strange spaces and hide in enclosed areas. It would have been fun had it not been so damn frustrating.

None of it made sense! As you turned down another hall, you sighed in frustration. You’d wound up there twice already. Your gut kept sending you there and back to the central room but there was no indication that it was the same place that the vision had taken place in. Kung Lao suddenly pulled you back into the side room and held you against the wall near the door. There were footsteps in the hall, and you held your breath until they had passed. You made to go back into the hall, but Kung Lao pinned you in place.

“You’re leading us in circles.”

“I know. It’s hard to explain. It’s like someone’s moving everything around while we’re walking. It doesn’t make any sense. I think I’m going one way and then we’re back to where we started.” It was making you sick to your stomach, as a matter of fact.

“You can do this. Just focus.”

“Kung Lao, you have no idea what’s going on in my head right now. I am focusing.”

“You’re right I don’t. So, tell me.”

“I’m not sure that I have the words to explain that the room we’re looking for should be right around the corner but then it isn’t.” It really was disorienting to expect to be in one place and end up in another. “It shouldn’t have been this far back but also this place is ten times bigger than it had been in my vision.”

“I need you to try still.”

You were mixed up. It was like someone was moving rooms in your head and before you knew it, you had once again led him back into the central room which made both you and Kung Lao groan in annoyance.

“Oh good. We’re back. I was worried.”

“It should be right here, but everything looks so different!”

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’ll figure it out.”

“It’s not okay, Kung Lao. It should be right here. I wish I could just show you.” The frustration was radiating off you, you were sure. “I can’t-”

“Is someone there?” A voice from somewhere down the hall called and footsteps approached from a distance.

“Fu…” Kung Lao whispered and then grabbed you and searched for somewhere to hide. The closest hall was too far. You were caught. “Don’t panic.” He urged you to the wall with surprising care and you made a sound of surprise. What did he mean don’t panic? You were instantly panicking. Don’t panic? What was wrong with him? He leaned against you and tilted your chin up and his head toward you like he was going to kiss you, obscuring you both with his hat. “Act natural, Y/N.” His lips brushed against your cheek, just next to your lips. “I swear, you’re terrible at this.” You were stiff as a board, so he had every right to scold you, but also he was pretending to kiss you so what the hell were you supposed to do with that? What was natural in this case?

You gave him a swift but soft punch in the gut and he laughed against your cheek in return. That made you feel a bit better. He lifted his head just enough and you peered toward the door nearby, waiting for the monk that would inevitably kick you out. You could have had time to hide at this rate. Kung Lao’s lips were pressed against your cheek and they were soft even if it was just in a mock kiss close enough to your lips to look like you were sneaking a private moment.

You peered around the corner, thinking maybe you were in the clear. Kung Lao did the same and when you turned back to tell him that maybe the monk had decided to turn away, you found him extremely close to you. Intimately so. His dark eyes were serious and that always scared you for whatever reason. He tilted your chin toward him and all other thoughts slipped out of your brain.

What were you doing there? Where were you anyway? And why? Did it matter?

Not right now it didn’t.

His hand was on your chin, thumb brushing just below your lip, urging your lips to part just enough. You dared not breathe to break the tension of the moment. The sneaking and searching were gone completely from your thoughts. All that was left was the boy that you’d so admired in your youth grown into a handsome man with his hand against the wall at your side, the other inextricably lost below your lower lip.

His eyes were searching you, but you dared not look back into them for fear of what you might find, for fear of what it might reveal to you. His breath warmed your lips before they were on yours, parting them like a blossom in a soft and singular tender movement. A far superior kiss than the one he’d pretended to give you for the sake of saving your skin.

His lips were sweet. Not like sugar or candy, but sweet like the lingering taste of honey at the bottom of a cup of tea. It was a feeling of sweetness rather than a flavor. The moment was still and soft, his lips treasuring yours as though they were something sacred and special. They pulled back just enough from yours that you could feel your lips resisting to part as if they had minds of their own. His eyes were searching you still for answers and in wonder, but you didn’t dare meet them. Yet, you could feel his gaze and beneath your fingertips, that had betrayed you and now rested on his chest, you could feel his heart beating almost as hard as yours.

His breath graced your lips again, but you dared not breathe. You wanted to say something, even just a whisper of his name, but no words would come and you sat there, lips parted in waiting, avoiding his eyes, hand clutching the cloth at his chest, unsure of where you even were or why. This was Kung Lao.

Your Kung Lao.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as they were on yours again, but the softness was gone, though there was something about them that was still sweet even so. The force of his kiss pressed you against the wall, leaving you no escape- not that you wanted to escape. This was a moment that the ten-year-old inside your head had both longed for and not understood. You would have been a fool not to return his kiss, to taste and experience his lips the way that he was with yours and so you did. You kissed him and it was like a storm inside you beyond your control, building with electricity with every moment that passed.

There was a tender moment of acceptance where it felt as though time stood still. The soft moment faded quickly to frenzied desperation. There was no space left between you. Kung Lao was pressed against you, body warm and strong, hat nearly pushed back off of his head as he favored kisses over his possessions. Your hands moved up his chest, to the sides of his neck, fingertips then tangling in the short, messy tendrils of his hair at the base of his hairline. Your heart was doing flips, brain completely turned off to anything that had happened before this, even if somewhere in the distant reaches of your mind you could hear your instincts telling you that you had to stop. Whatever muting effect had been triggered in your brain had seemed to impact Kung Lao as well.

In one swift motion, fluid and strong, his hands were at your thighs and he had lifted you and pressed you against the wall, urging your legs to wrap around him. Your arms slipped naturally around his shoulders, pulling him closer between hot and increasingly sloppy kisses.

“Excuse me?”

Ah, yes. The monk. That was right.

You stopped kissing him.

Kung Lao’s lips finally pulled from yours and you could feel that your own were left slightly swollen from the desperation and passion of those precious few moments. When had you gotten so tangled up in each other? His chest was rising and falling against yours quickly and even though he’d pulled back his lips lingered close to yours as if to consider defying the monk further.

“My apologies.” The monk sounded embarrassed and bowed multiple times. “This area is closed to the public for the festival.”

You finally managed to regain your thoughts and untangled yourself from Kung Lao. You placed your feet on the ground and cleared your throat though your face was likely as red as his robes. He released you from his grip though he made no effort to step away. You swallowed the lump in the back of your throat and forced your brain to work.

“Is it?” You sounded surprised and were grateful that you had. You hadn’t expected to be a very good actor after all that, but you had been surprised to be interrupted and also confused as to where your mind had gone. It was more feigning innocence than lying. The monk nodded and looked as though he sincerely felt bad for interrupting you. “I’m sorry. We had no idea.”

“It’s no worries. I will happily escort you back to the festivities. Follow me.”

“Sorry about that.” Kung Lao, who you had never seen at a loss for words, seemed to finally regain himself. Just like that, he was back to the goof he’d been when you’d first arrived. “We were just sneaking off to have a private moment. Didn’t realize it was off limits.”

“It happens all the time. You’d be surprised.” The monk led you back through the central room and into the entryway. You elbowed Kung Lao as you followed the monk and he laughed beneath his breath. Once outside the monk bowed to you and then left you alone. You leaned your head back and stared into the sunny blue sky with a sigh. You needed a new plan. That one had gone off the rails in a way you hadn’t expected.

[darkmagickingdom]

Gush hours! Tell me your OTPs and why you love 'em

You have opened the floodgates now

I'll only talk about my Disney Villains ones for now because that's all that relates to the blog, but if you want to hear about the ones I have outside of the disney fandom I would be more than happy to gush about those too.

The Lich's Dark Fairytale--aka the Horned King/Maleficent

- Okay, I talked about this one a bit a while ago. But unsurprisingly, I have more to say. So this wasn't my first enemies-to-lovers ship--I think my first one was created at least four years ago, but it's probably closer to six, and even that might be undershooting it--but this was my first "oh they'd try to kill each other, that's spicy" ship.

It started as a thing that wouldn't last, just a way to explore the kind of pairing where they're both trying to kill each other while trying to ignore their less-murdery feelings for each other.

It was a pairing dynamic I didn't really explore before then. Then I ended up liking both characters, their similarities, their shared dynamic--so much that I just had to make it a sincere enemies-to-lovers. And I'm a sucker for villains that have a soft side for someone but are still, y'know, evil. And given how Maleficent's whole thing in her movie is sticking it to the "true love conquers all" trope, I like the idea that a relationship wouldn't magically make her good. Sorry, Jolie, but she's just more fun of a character to me as a bad girl.

I would also love to see someone as gleefully evil as Maleficent try and lift the King out of his bitter and somber little grave. It'd be good to hear him maniacally laugh more often. Or really, at all. Maleficent's come back to life a ton of times, and might not be fully killable, while at least in my personal headcanons, the King can't ever fully die, being able to remain aware and keep his soul in his body no matter how horribly its damaged. So there's none of that immortal's angst that either of them would get from a relationship with a mortal.

I also love seeing characters be ruthlessly protective of one another, and I think these two have great potential for that. They both have potential to get absolutely bloodthirsty on the battlefield, even if Disney never really let us see either of them doing that. But you don't get a reputation like Maleficent's by sitting on a throne all day, and you don't achieve a reputation like the Horned King's by never riding into battle and cutting a few thousands down upon an accursed, blood-soaked blade. In fact, book-accurate depictions of the King have him surprisingly jacked, and looking a lot more battle-ready than his animated counterpart. I like to think that's how he was when he was much younger, before he started rotting. So if it comes down to it, they'll both wreak havoc on a battlefield, or they'll form an impenetrable defense to shield the other. And that is my JAM.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Love Me Dead by Ludo. But I have a whole playlist for them tbh.

Cards & Dice--aka Facilier/Oogie

Now this one is just. Fun. These two have such a similar aesthetic and flair for elaborate jazzy song-and-dance numbers (with use of blacklight!) that I just had to have them become friends. And gradually I decided "okay. But what if...they were friends-to-lovers?" And thus, Cards & Dice was born.

Honestly I think they'd be the most fun of my OTPs to play third-wheel to. They'd get up to all kinds of villainous shenanigans, make a TON of enemies, and make a narrow getaway every time.

Also? Considering they're both more nervous on average than the average Disney villain (with Oogie being one of the only ones actively terrified of his hero, and Facilier one of the only ones seen nervous and afraid before his demise) I like to think they could help each other with their respective fears. Facilier standing up to Jack, Oogie standing up to the "Friends" (even if neither are actually powerful enough to win). Oogie just sitting and hearing Facilier out when he's freaked out about how the "Friends" might still be searching for him. Facilier saving the HBIC (that's Head Bug In Charge, aka the Brain Bug, aka the green earwig Santa squished) just in time when the rest of Oogie's body gets destroyed. That's all just so good to me.

And don't get me STARTED on them singing and dancing together, completely stealing the floor every time! They're WONDERFUL, Your Honor.

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Poker Face by Lady Gaga. But I got like a whole playlist for them in the works lol

A New DIRECTIVE--aka AUTO/Doris

Yes, I did just come up with that name. I think it's quite good.

So this one started as like. A joke. A what-if. A "hey, they're the only robots so they oughta stick together". How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, IT WAS ONLY A KISS

So I am a sucker for the trope where the more chaotic one breaks the orderly one out of their shell and gets them to be less rigid. What if that, but evil?

"Hey boy, how would you like to go from lawful neutral to chaotic evil?"

"I don't suffer from 'I could fix him' disease. I think I could make him worse."

Theirs is like the inverse of the "love makes the bad guy turn good" trope. Love makes the robot disobey his programming, go rogue, and help his girl take over the world.

They're like the evil version of WALL-E and EVE. Except with the roles reversed, because the guy is the one from space who wants to follow his DIRECTIVE while the girl is the one from Earth trying to be like "no dude, check this out, I can control people and stuff all by myself. We should totally rule the world, it'll be awesome."

I usually imagine this pair with humanoid android forms because it's. Kind of hard to get invested in a ship's wheel and a hat. They're both a lot less expressive in their base forms than either WALL-E or EVE, so giving them cool android forms helps. I don't imagine them as super human-looking droids though, cause if they're more obviously robots it looks cooler. Though I DO think Doris deserves a face so she can go >:D sometimes. And AUTO deserves the ability to go >o|

If I had to pick one song for them, it would be Daisy Bell by Harry Dacre. Because they're both HAL 9000 references (Doris a lot less obviously so, but she's still got that one red eye), and evil robots the way HAL was, and that's the song HAL starts singing before he's deactivated. Which in and of itself is a reference to the first speaking/singing computer-generated voice program, IBM704, which famously sang the song Daisy Bell. (there's also a Futurama episode where Bender dates a HAL 9000 reference character, and there's a montage of them doing romantic things set to Bender singing Daisy Bell. For all my fellow Futurama fans out there ;) I'd especially recommend this version, where someone had both the original IBM704 and VOCALOID4 sing the song as a duet. (Because I like the idea of Doris getting a Vocaloid or Vocaloid-like voice if she was able to speak actual words instead of that admittedly really cute droidspeak language from the movie)

There are also plenty of villain ships in this fandom that I've seen that I love (such as FireSerpent--aka Jafar/Hades--, EvilPuppies--aka Grimhilde/Cruella--, and SeaDragon--aka Ursula/Maleficent) but I wanted to talk about only the ones I developed myself, since I think the creators of those ship names would be better equipped to talk about them.

[jerzwriter]

Where is the first place Casey & Tobias ever went on vacation together? What was the trip like?

Hi Nonny! Thank you for the fun ask!

Let's take off below!

Casey & Tobias:

Their first trip together was actually before they were a couple. Some background. C/T dated, he was an ass, she dumped him. He realized he REALLY wanted to be with her, she said, too bad, they weren't even speaking. The attack happens at the hospital, he helps save her life. They become friends (though, he's in love with her). Since she's coping with PTSD and afraid to leave the house, he tells her he will take her out once a week to the place of her choice just to help. At Christmas, he asks if he can pick the place. He wants to take her to Washington, DC to show her Christmas in his hometown. She said OK, but only if I can show you Philadelphia, PA (her hometown) because it's better. He's like "You're on." So they make a weekend out of it. Though he's crazy in love with her, he won't cross that line, happy just to be in her life again. On the way home, they stop at NYC and determine it's the best of the three (it is, I've done all 3. lol) And, though they're not together yet, it's terribly romantic. I wrote this story, and it's long, but really sweet. It also kicks off where we kind of know they will end up together. Christmas Through Your Eyes.

I have not written about it yet, but I HC that their first big trip together was to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico several months after they are officially together. It is a "gift" from Tobias in honor of her completing her 2nd year of residency.

If you're interested in their travel, you can find more here.

Ethan & Casey:

I have not written any fics for their travels yet, but they will be coming soon.

I HC their first quick trip together will come very soon after they are officially together, which comes after the end of book 3. They are both just so happy to finally be together, that they want a few days to just be alone together. They take a few days away on Cape Cod, staying at a charming bed & breakfast. They have such a lovely, romantic time that Ethan surprises her with a very special wedding gift, a beach house in the town that they visited. Casey feels most at peace by the water, and he wanted a place within driving distance of Boston for them to have a getaway.

Their first major trip together was their Honeymoon, which was only a few months after they were official. They spent just over a week together in Hawaii, I mean, their first trip there was for Inez's wedding and it was very short, and they didn't even share a room (which makes no sense to this day), so I don't recall count that. I imagine they wanted more time there, and he wanted that damn coffee, so back they went. You can find out more about their travel here.

@liaromancewriter

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Can you do a weeding head canon for Satan pls? Please please please. Thank you so much for you time

Wedding Headcanons for Satan/Reader

wow four pages just like his birthright lol

*:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`) I love thinking about weddings!! hope you like it! 🌺 kept it gender neutral as usual

EDIT: ltskjdlafskj tumblr didn’t save my FORMATTING (cries) hhhhh but hope it looks okay now!

where they get married

England, probably, if you chose a human place to get married at, but not in the city

i can imagine a cozy little cottage near a lake, set up a veranda and tables and chairs and there you have it; definitely outdoors 

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

Early spring, late morning

very peaceful time of the year

If we want to get specific, most likely March when the breeze is cool and gentle and the foliage is lush and green

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

It probably sprinkles a little bit the morning of the wedding-- which is good luck, Satan reassures you

Throwing rice at the newlyweds over confetti-- mainly because it’s biodegradable and the wedding is outdoors 

(had to search this up but) Satan, devious as he is, asks to do the garter toss

Basically, you wear a garter (that can match your wedding night lingerie wink wink) and he takes it off using his teeth or hands

Satan uses his hands-- but that doesn’t mean he can’t make it as intimate and alluring as he possibly can, making sure you’re aware of where his hands are on your leg as he shoots a coy look up at you just to see you blush

if you’re uncomfortable being that intimate in front of your family, no problem-- he can always just take it off later when you’re alone together

definitely hands or tosses the garter smugly at his brothers next time he sees them just to watch them scream

what their wedding cake looks like

small, four tiered cake decorated with pink peonies and light pink roses, accented by green leaves and gold

matches the bouquet!

….who smashes cake into whose face

you think and even plan it the moment the two of you decide to get married that it would be you

Satan surprises you by getting the jump and smushing cake onto yours first

gracefully lets you smash cake into his face too, a wide smile on his face the entire time

who proposed to who first

you think the cake is revenge for the fact you beat him to the punch and asked him to marry you first (after he says yes)

Satan was slightly miffed because he planned a whole getaway and everything to ask you 

tells you as much with a pout as you laugh 

gives you the ring he bought you and gifts you with something else during the getaway instead of the ring

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

Satan refuses to be walked down the aisle by Lucifer, so he stubbornly stays at the altar (with Asmo as his best man and probably Lucifer as one of his groomsmen)-- which honestly, works for him

the flutter in his chest and the way you look incandescently beautiful as you walk down the aisle takes his breath away

loves the traditional wedding, Satan is a sucker for romantic cliches considering his proclivities for novels-- he's undoubtedly has thought of you in this very moment before a real proposal was ever on his mind the sap

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

one thing is for certain: Satan does not get to dress himself

And honestly neither should I but here it goes

Asmo and Lucifer help him choose the tuxedo to go with the color theme (green) 

Grey, three-piece suit with an accented forest-green signature bowtie

White button-up shirt inside

Accented with a very, very pale pink rose pinned on the lapel of his suit

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

Pastel and forest green with gold accents

Very nature-esque considering the outdoor location 

Considering this happens on a grassy area, the walkway is scattered with flowers, the arch is decorated with peonies and roses 

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

Pink Peonies - represents honor, romance, beauty, and bashfulness

Pink roses - playful innocence/sensitivity

White daisies - true love, new beginning

Satan would have loved to thrown in an orange lily somewhere, but considering his color is GREEN, Asmo fought against it heavily -- but it would have symbolized a passion for life

Throw in some green in there too to match the theme and balance out the bouquet 

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

It's not that Satan can't be original, but it's more like he believes the traditional vows are still true and romantic to this day; definitely customizes it to fit him more 

“With this ring, I give you my heart. I promise from this day forward, you shall not walk alone, may my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.”

He definitely does add the bits of poetry he's written about you-- highlighting the ways he has fallen for you and how you make him feel at home with you

Levi calls him a sap but he dries his tears with a tissue during the proceedings so his comment is invalid-- this scene is too perfectly anime to not love 

he's an intellectual and a man of books: he's definitely got a way with words and spent weeks forming the best vow that encompasses everything he would ever want to say to you

if there was a day he’d say all the tender feelings he had for you, today was the day (out of the many days from thence on)

is surprised when you cry and secretly pleased-- makes (more) vows to tell you how much you mean to him more

if anyone’s late to the wedding

bye jk

wedding would be pretty small so doubtful there would be late comers (unless you have a large family and would like to invite them)

wouldn't roast anyone on your side for coming late; very understanding about it

if any of his side comes late, he'll say something to playfully tell them off or be exasperated but not surprised 

but honestly it doesn't really matter to him because at the end of the day, he loves his family and he couldn't be happier to know they're there for him on his special day

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Lucifer -- and not just by default; Satan asked him specifically to be a part of his groomsmen

Lucifer was very soft about it, not that either of them will acknowledge it

tbh kind of hard not to just assume all the bros wouldn't be the groomsmen but if we had to choose a typical three, the other two would be Asmo (best man) and Mammon

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Lucifer was the one to bear witness to another side of Satan when he made a pact with you, so undoubtedly he would talk about that just to embarrass Satan

Satan would never say it, but he’s warm thinking that Lucifer would remember something like that

I actually think his speech would be very emotional, considering the rocky relationship those had had and how much they each have grown and mended their bond

Satan tears up and squeezes your hand, though he is embarrassed when you smile at him knowingly

his other brothers probably sneak in speeches of their own about Satan's angstier days-- hoping to squeeze as many funny stories they’ve collected over the thousands of years living together as brothers

they're lucky Satan is in a good mood the entire day so he won't throttle them lmao

who catches the bouquet( s )

Solomon, the crafty bastard

Satan wishes he was more surprised

Asmo doesn't stop whining to Solomon the entire night

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

Satan is a photographer-- of course he's going to go all out and memorialize the event

probably has been keeping a scrapbook of your relationship ever since you both went steady and tbh he might have to start a completely new photobook just for the journey from engagement to wedding

the wedding photos of you in your wedding outfit are personally taken by him-- there is no one else that can capture the way your eyes crinkle with joy or the soft glow of your smile at dusk

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then you would be the most beautifully wedded person the world has ever seen in the photos Satan has taken of you

literally cannot get enough of you in your outfit that you have to tell him to stop so you can actually have photos of him and with him

trusts Asmo to make sure that they look on point and that the photographer takes good pictures of everything during the reception and wedding itself

just as much tender moments as there are silly moments; Satan loves them all

what sort of food they have at the reception

if they have their wedding in the human realm, then Satan would let you handle the food considering he knows more devildom food (food which may alarm normal people)

agrees to most of your choices, taking into consideration any allergies

what can I say? he's a reasonable guy

also he knows Beel would finish everything if anything

Definitely chooses the tea to be served during desserts though 

who cries first during the ceremony

in comparison with Satan, you probably cry first, but Satan is definitely not far off from joining you after

it's one of the happiest days of both of your lives after all

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

I stand by the fact Satan has pretty low tolerance for alcohol and you bet Asmo (and Mammon) helped plan everything and bought a TON of alcohol 

Satan gets drunk quick and is extremely sappy with you the entire night cannot stop saying how happy he is that you chose him of all people, that he promises to make you as happy as he can, and that he loves you

bless Lucifer for keeping his brothers in check during the wedding; god knows what would happen otherwise 

what their rings are like

Satan likes a simple gold band on his ring finger, though he wouldn't mind an engraving inside

if you do get something engraved, he'll get melty if it's a message for him or something that commemorates your relationship (he probably likes thay it's like the engraving on the One Ring in Lord of the Ring)

he gets you a diamond ring on a gold band 

simple can go a long way!

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalized candy etc. )

I actually don’t think you have any party favors; I imagined it to be a quaint, small wedding

Guests can take home the centerpieces and decorations though-- and the rice, if they didn’t throw it all at you lol 

where they go for their honeymoon

somewhere with a lot of history and lots of things to see and do the man is an explorer and the next chapter of his life is with you

type to keep the romance alive by whisking you away into experiencing something new

idk why but I'm getting Belgium or Germany vibes for the honeymoon 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

asides from the typical House of Lamentation excitement (ie. Asmo flirting with everyone, Beel eating out every table, Mammon trying to steal the silverware, Belphie sleeping underneath every table at some point)

they run out of alcohol pretty quickly so Beel (almost completely sober) and Mammon (drunk) go out to get more while being supervised by (an admittedly tipsy) Lucifer-- and come back with a boatload of more alcohol and McDonalds froes two hours later 

(i mean, combine a voracious appetite, a big spender, and a man who doesn’t make the best decisions when drunk is basically ASKING for something memorable to happen)

dear lord guys its almost 12am who do you think is gonna drink all of this wine and beer

also asmo definitely steals the wedding bouquet from solomon 

who officiates the ceremony

definitely not a priest (haha) 

I have an odd feeling it would be Barbatos

I think people would think he’s a priest anyways, asides from the teal highlight in his hair 

what song their first dance is to

Everything - Michael Buble + Choreo gotta love youtube

Playful, happier dance

Lots of swaying motions and looking at each other’s faces and just laughing 

(im so soft aaaaa)

A celebratory dance to start off the rest of your life together

sidenote: My friend was kind to note that the guy in the video’s outfit matches Satan’s butler where there’s a funky tie tucked into the vest too alskdfjsldkjf

Asmo couldn’t convince Satan otherwise to not wear the vest but it’s okay because all the two of you can focus on is each other anyways

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

Satan doesn’t walk down the aisle, but Asmo (as best man), Lucifer, and Mammon stand beside him

Lucifer thinks it's endearing how much Satan fidgets until he sees you, then he's too enamored to remember to be nervous

Asmo thinks everything is picture-perfect; all according to plan

Mammon keeps crying into his sleeves

Satan watches you walk down the aisle, sees you beam at him, and it takes his breath away

nothing can take his gaze off you now 

[wishingforatypewriter]

3, 4, and 9 for korrasami and baavira

Korrasami

3. Describe their relationship dynamic.

The big, strong avatar is soft as hell for her girlfriend and everybody knows it. Korra is certainly not above using her unique abilities and privileges to make her girlfriend smile. Bending Asami a new necklace out of meteorites? Naturally. Taking Asami for flights around the city on her glider? Of course. She once even convinced Fire Lord Izumi to let her reserve the entirety of Ember Island for a romantic getaway.  

Although she doesn’t make as many grand gestures as Korra, Asami is also a very caring and supportive girlfriend. She will spar with Korra and allow her to vent when her avatar duties are weighing on her. When Korra is sitting outside, meditating into the spirit world, Asami brings blankets or sweaters to make sure her physical body doesn’t catch a chill. She also takes great pride in doing her girlfriend’s hair and makeup before formal events. 

4. What was their relationship like before they got together?

After the got to know each other, they developed a really strong friendship. Even when all the Mako bullshit was going on, they never saw each other as love rivals or let it come between them. From driving lessons to sparring sessions to trying new restaurants in Republic City together, they were sort of inseparable. It wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone when they got together. 

9. What made them realize they were in love?

For both of them, it was the time they spent apart after the whole Zaheer saga. Because they had become so close, Asami deeply felt Korra’s absence in the three years she spent back in the Southern Water Tribe. While she was recovering, Korra felt the most herself when she was writing to Asami, and reading letters from her motivated Korra to keep trying to regain her strength. 

Baavira

3. Describe their relationship dynamic.

These two certainly aren’t the type to go all in with public displays of affection, but behind closed doors the relationship is quite affectionate. Baatar can be pretty romantic at times. He once arranged a picnic lunch for them in the crystal catacombs of old Ba Sing Se. Kuvira will usually say that things like that are a waste of time, but she secretly enjoys the romantic gestures a lot. Kuvira is also kind of Baatar’s biggest fan. All over the Earth Empire Kingdom, she’ll point out buildings and rail stations and power plants to people and be like, “You see that? My brilliant fiance built that.” She’s too much lol. 

4. What was their relationship like before they got together? 

Kuvira and Baatar were childhood friends, if only because of their closeness in age and physical proximity. It’s funny because they were both pretty picky when it came to choosing companions (read as they actively disliked most people), but each of them never seemed to mind the other. Kuvira was always the first person Baatar wanted to tell when he came up with a new invention, and Kuvira would show Baatar every new bending form and dance routine she learned from Su. 

When Kuvira was around fourteen, she joined the Zaofu guard. At around the same time, Baatar started assisting his father in a more professional capacity and they didn’t have time to see each other quite as often. They rekindled the friendship when they got a little older, and Baatar saw Kuvira’s apartment—which wasn’t in the central pod of Zaofu—as an oasis away from his family. 

9. What made them realize they were in love?

Baatar has been in love with Kuvira since they were kids. Growing up as a nonbender in a city like Zaofu and within a family like the Beifongs, he often felt pretty invisible. But when he was with Kuvira, she always made him feel seen without really thinking about it. She was the only one who called him by his name when they were young. One day when they were like 11 and 12, he asked her why she didn’t call him Junior like everyone else. In response she just shrugged and was like, “When do I ever speak to your father? You’re Baatar. He’s Baatar Sr. It’s just easier that way.” For Kuvira this was just a practical thing, but it made him love her and he never stopped.  

For Kuvira, the feelings developed a bit later, when they were teenagers. She had always had a temper, and while most other people just wrote her off as wild or troubled, Baatar always took the time to try and understand why she was upset. He was always pretty good at calming her down, and she felt content and at ease in his presence. It wasn’t until he left to study at the university in Ba Sing Se—and she felt his absence deeply—that she even registered the feelings as potentially romantic. Opal actually teased her about it once, asking if she was just going to stand around and pout until Junior came home. 

[dream-girls-evil]

Ratched: Episode 8 Reactions

Three Months Later

It’s here! The finale!!! I did watch this while slightly intoxicated

Pinecone people aren’t creepy, nope, not at all

....Shrunken Apple, however

Literally who let Louise work here (I know it’s Betsy but still)

“Louise, I love and pity you, but you terrify the patients”

Ooh Louise and Betsy aren’t on the same page about Edmund anymore—and therefore probably about Mildred as well

Ooh Mildred and Gwen 😍

Oh honey. Chemo is no fun 😞

Ahhh the classic lesbian pose! No for real, historically pictures of women posed with one sitting and the other kneeling or one standing and the other sitting, that kind of thing, was used to signify that a book or magazine or what have you was about a lesbian relationship

Well, it seems like Mildred’s come to terms with not being able to save Edmund, but does Edmund know that?

Oop and Mildred is imagining dying in Mexico. Romantic?

Aw Mildred. So hopeful. I really hope Gwen is okay.

Ah I was right it seems that Mildred doesn’t work at Lucia anymore

Betsy found a woman doctor yay!!!

Betsy really coming through with comforting Mildred! Still the must unexpected alliance

Her tune changes a little when Mildred isn’t around, but I still don’t think she really believes in execution, and she can feel sympathy for Mildred’s pain without forgiving Edmund for his crimes

What if Edmund just like, made a dashing getaway on horseback? No?

Is Mildred gonna be here watching the execution?

Ugh this asshole governor—OH the electric chair...this is going to be much more painful than an injection. Mildred’s going to panic and realize she has to figure out something to save Edmund?

Oh my god he’s on fire. This is horrible.

Ew can they kill him? The way he thinks it’s okay to talk about their bodies is disgusting.

Okay so Mildred is still not arguing for a stay of execution, just for going back to the injection.

Gwen putting her arm behind Mildred’s back and touching her hand is so sweet but like be careful

The LOOK Mildred gives him

The close ups on this guy’s mouth make me so uncomfortable

Gwen check yourself.

Aaand he knows.

Dude that is FAR from the only reason she wouldn’t sleep with you.

Oh good so at least he’s not a homophobe (insert eye roll here)

Lmao Betsy I really don’t think they’re here to talk about catered lunches

Is Mildred gonna try to kill him herself? Ah Yep.

Angels of mercy 🙃

I do not think this is going to go smoothly. Edmund’s going to get away, isn’t he? And he’s going to HATE Mildred. Maybe he already hates her for not being able to save him from this.

Haha he thinks there’s rat poison in the food. That would be far too simple.

Suddenly Edmund is just a little kid talking about animals

The Escape

Charlotte Wells!!!

Not Charlotte Wells. Technically.

...no. Don’t tell me.

Y E P omg they’re really saying she absorbed Dr Hanover as another personality after killing him?

Does Betsy even know Hanover is dead? Did Mildred ever tell her?

Omg wonder if Charlotte is gonna help Edmund escape. I mean, that was Hanover’s plan with Charlotte—spirit her away so that he could cure her and prove himself.

Nothing bad better happen to Huck. Like they’re trusting him to help with Edmund and now help with Charlotte WHO JUST FOUND A GUN.

Oh man that’s how Huck got his burns

Okay maybe reminding her of Harold isn’t the best idea. The man was murdered right in front of her.

NOOOO NOT HUCK

SECRET DOOR?! FUCK!!!

Why do people say “you’re gonna have to shoot me”? That’s like...a really good way to get shot.

YEEEP I WAS RIGHT SHE’S GONNA TAKE EDMUND

Do NOT shoot Betsy do NOT.

I love how Edmund still believes Mildred has a plan to save him.

Fuuuuck Betsy don’t tell him!!!

Fuck. I was right. He knows Mildred was going to kill him, and he’s going to hate her for it.

Fuck Mildred’s going to show up to Lucia and see that all of this has happened!!!

Lol what if she actually passed their car it would be like the meme

Omg she DID

1950

...and now suddenly it’s 1950???

Gwen!!! Well she’s got her hair back so I’m guessing she’s in remission

Edmund hasn’t killed again? Doubtful. He probably just changed his MO.

BETSY

I’m glad she’s cool with the lesbians

Good on Betsy for moving with the times and realizing her old treatments were bad

What is Mildred looking at?? Please don’t say Edmund. Is she just lost in thought or is she always on edge like this? Waiting to him to appear out of the shadows and take everything from her?

“It’s so nice to be rid of them” “Who?” “Men!” I LOVE IT

Fuck fuck fuck she’s going back to the house on her own. She’s gonna find something or he’s going to appear. She feels herself being watched. He’s there, isn’t he?

KNIFE OH NO

Good she has a gun, but this whole thing is definitely not going to get wrapped up that easy. It’s going to be a cliffhanger or otherwise drawn out.

CHARLOTTE FUCK

Bathing in blood okay Dandy

Fuuuck no bullets NO!!!

Omfg a DREAM?!?! I hate everything. That was too stressful.

Ahhh another pretty nightgown for Mildred!

I love Gwen comforting her. This is definitely a routine.

I love Betsy, she’s delightful.

Fuck I bet there’s actually gonna be something in the newspaper this time.

Multiple murder in Chicago.

Seven nurses. Yep that’s Edmund.

How long is this telephone cord?!

Someone she knows sold her out. But who knows she there except for Betsy?? Please don’t say it’s Betsy.

Ooh she’s coming for YOU, Edmund.

LOUISE GODDAMNIT

Thoughts and Theories

Well that was a ride!!! Honestly, nothing too unexpected, but that’s not a bad thing! A few plot twists are always good, but I hate stories where literally nothing is predictable, because then it’s just confusing. A good story should give you enough hints that by the end you can figure out how the pieces go together. Charlotte showing back up was a surprise, but as soon as she did, I could see where things were gonna go. Still raging about their portrayal of DID tho. And now we have the lead into next season! I still can’t believe it was Louise. She’s so kooky that it should be funny but man is she insufferable.

So now we’ve got the set up for next season: a cat and mouse game between Mildred and Edmund. Plus whoever they’ve got in tow. I highly doubt Edmund will keep Charlotte and Louise around for long, but Mildred has Gwen, and that’s worrying. Either she’s going to get left behind for safety or she’s going to get roped into this chase and something terrible will probably happen to her. There’s just really no good ending to this love story, considering we know who Mildred ends up being. Honestly, best case scenario is that Gwen leaves of her own volition because she can’t be okay with knowing there will probably be casualties in Mildred’s feud and that Mildred will consider them justified. But who knows? The last episode did redeem their relationship for me a bit though. It’s clear that there were definitely talks and negotiations during these past two years about Mildred’s past and how they communicate. I just wish we could have seen them.

Honestly, the thing that worries me most about this is that I have no idea how we’re going to end up getting to Cuckoo’s Nest from here. How and why will she end up back at Lucia after all of this? What will happen to Betsy and Gwen that they’re not with her anymore by the time she does? How is this personal fight with Edmund going to translate into her being someone who is really a product of an institutional problem? I actually have an essay in progress on the last point, which in summary is that I really don’t think they will be able to bridge that gap successfully or are even really trying to.

Final notes: I love Betsy Bucket and hope you enjoyed my reactions!

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 09.10.20 lb

lol, lemme preface this by telling you what i know about the show from my out-of-context insta-viewing:

kabir sends his gf riddhima in to spy on vansh RAISINGHANIA (naam ka wazan check karein ji. kaafi hi bhaari-bharkam, just like the fake baritone the actor playing the character is being forced to put on.) vansh is some kinda shady, but idk WHAT SPECIFIC KIND of shady..... like is he just your garden-variety-evil-capitalist-ala-ambani-bezos, or is he into shit like drug smuggling and human/organ trafficking???? no one knows. maybe a little bit of both. but kabir’s a COP, and we all know that those fuckers are the shadiest shits around (#ACAB) so yeah, true to type, kabir shadyyyyyyyy. he’s actually the secret illegitimate son of vansh’s stepmom and together they wanna ruin vansh and take all his monies. so anyway, kabir sends in riddhima, who’s just a whole special brand of dumbass, but also extraordinarily determined in the way only tellywood heroines are. so she’s basically sticking her nose everywhere that doesn’t belong and being a pain in the ass of literally everyone in the show, including her own (coz she seems to get injured in novel and entertaining ways in every second episode.) kabir ultimately manipulates her into marrying vansh, while vansh has apparently married her KNOWING that she’s a spy and is probably playing the long game to see who her puppet-master is. long story short, heterosexuality is too potent a force and the Stupid Spy Girl and Gangsta Guy are currently slowly giving in to the Feelz™, despite missing that one-little-teensy-weensy-who-even-needs-it-in-a-real-relationship thing. y’know, that little thing called, idk, i think it’s called “TRUST” or some such strange unheard-of concept.

oh, in between all this there’s also some bizarre plot about some ex of vansh’s called ragini, who’s dead??? missing? idk. kabir is real interested in that and wants to jail vansh for it, but we’ve long forgotten about ragini by this point #RIPSis anyway, there’s some kinda statue of her’s in the attic or some shit, coz vansh is some kinda modern day gender-reversed medusa who turns women who cross him into statues??? idk man, idk. so riddhima is pretty much in constant danger of being statue-d.

also vansh has a requisite irritating famiy in tow, that he’s burdened with being in charge of (coz no rest for the unfortunate eldest son who lives in this godforksaken mansion, be that an oberoi or a raisinghania) feat: a dadi who is well-meaning, but as annoying as the one in IB was, constantly spouting platitudes about how vansh and Spy Girl trooooooly lurrrrrrrrrrve each other *kissy noises*; some chachi/chacha who are all “HEY WHY DOES HE GET TO BE THE BOSS, WE WANT CONTROL OF THE CRORE-ON KA BIJNESS TOO”, some very fake kanji-eyed siblings/cousins who are supreme bitches, and ofc one (1) normal sibling who is sweet but really does nothing around here. oh and there’s his right hand man/bff too, who seems to be not 100% (maybe just 83%?) incompetent like everyone else. that poor sod just got suckered into marrying Kanji Aankhon Waali Bitch Sister, who is pregnant with some total rando’s baby, and is just an all-round asshole to Riddhima/Right Hand Man, because “ugh, yeh do kaudi ke middle class naukar log, cheeeeee.”

ok now that the sasta, not-at-all-useful recap has been done, LET’S GET INTO THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

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the chachi is screaming her goddamn headdddd off coz her room is on fire. ofc it is. when has anything good ever happened in this manhoos house of horrors.

lmao the kanji eyed cousin has like 3% concern that his mom will be fried like a taaza jalebi. he's literally sauntering luxuriously towards his mom's room jaise park mein tehel raha ho.

chachi's screaming is getting on my nerves. aunty you're wasting valuable oxygen this way.  

riddhima is behind some secret box that aryan and chachi stashed in the room.

THESE PPL ARE SO CHILL ABOUT A WHOLE ROOM ON FIRE (note: it’s shivaay's room in IB) and they're just hanging out in the living room (which if you’ll remember, IS ATTACHED TO THE ROOM THAT WAS SHIVAAY’S) as if fire doesnt have a tendency to y'know..........  SPREAD RAPIDLY.

riddhima is fighting with the bloody fireman saying ki i need to save the box. #priorities

aaaaaaand the fireman is kabir, who has come to haath maarofy on Box of Secrets.

and we know this coz he did a DRAMAAAAAAAAATIC reveal by taking off his mask. in a room FULLY ON FIRE. idhar non-flaming rooms mein bhi ab mask nikaalna danger ho gaya hai, and this guy justtttttttttt dgaf. tum jaison ki wajaah se hi we can't bloody stop the spread.

my god this house has been decorated soooooooo fucking tackily. never thought the oberois would be the classy ones.

shady saasumaa and riddhima stinkeye-ing each other over a bowl of shehed. lol, what even. truly some "rasode mein kaun tha" lvl of politics.

oh ho, saasumaa and kabir lagaaofied the aag.

saasumaa gloating over the fact that riddhima will now never get her hands on Box of Secrets.

flashback time: hahahahaha KABIR LITERALLY LOBBED A MOLOTOV COCKTAIL INTO THE ROOM AND CHACHI DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING HEAR IT OR ANYTHING. lmao everyone in this show is a dumbass. how blissful life must be with just one (1) working brain cell.

riddhima runs into flaming room. ofc now we will have a prolonged sequence where kabir tries to keep his identity and riddhima being the dheent that she is, will give chase.

please note, that not even 48 hours ago, this woman walked barefoot on a bed of coals AND a hallway full of broken glass. AND NOW SHE'S RUNNING FULL SPEED BEHIND KABIR AS IF SHE’S PT USHA. SIS, TUMHARE PAIR HAIN KI KYA HAIN? YOU'RE LONG OVERDUE FOR AN INTENSE PEDICURE AFTER THIS WEEK.

and ofc, he got into a getaway car and made it away.

yeh lo, iss beech mein dadi behosh. ouff.

whooooooooops, dadi has some weird blue nishaan on her neck.

LMAO KABIR SHOT AT RIDDHIMA WITH A POISON BULLET OR SYRINGE OR SOME SHIT, WHICH HIT DADI INSTEAD. LMAO MAN THIS SHOW. IT'S SO FUCKING DUMB, I LOVE IT.

some more stinkeye politics between saas bahu.

bahu is passive-aggressively giving saasumaa roses to congratulate her on winning this round.

riddhima is dheent!max. she's like kuch bhi ho, i'll find the secret anyway and your victory will witherrrrrrr awayyyyyyyy like these flowerssssss and you will be left with the thorns that will prick youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!

LMAO SAAS IS FULLY ROLLING HER EYES AT RIDDHIMA'S DRAMATIC ASS #SAME

just looking at helly's ears is making my ears hurt like a bitch. 

hey riddhima, have you ever thought that maybe this secret child of hers is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS?????? like honestly, the entitlement desis have to know the workings of other ppl’s wombs.

lol dumbass mummyji crumpled the flowers in her hand and played right into riddhima's stupid kaante waala metaphor. #ramMilayiJodi

hero ko covid hai toh ainvayi ke phone calls se kaam chalaana pad raha hai.

the dude left his house for literally the first time in months and the place is on fire and dadi got shot in the neck with poison. and the wife doesn't think she should tell him so that he doesn't become "pareshaan". sure, this seems like a dude who'll take this kinda thing real light when he finds out later.

(hint: he’s not. he’s a crazed, overprotective weirdo about his family. sound familiar?????)

this guy's dialogue delivery is so dodgy. idk what it is, it just seems so affected.

that plus the ainvayi ka editing just showing him in some random car (clearly from the earlier eps)  is just adding to the jankiness of the scene.

husband dude seems to know wifey's quirks quite well. kinda cute, kinda creepy. 

lol kal tak toh yeh banda itna romantic nahi tha. like he had a smooth moment here and there, but he was mostly real awkward and robotic and unsure how to handle These Strange New Feelings™. now he’s spouting cheesyass lines about being able to see the one who is special to you with dil ki aankhein and idk what.

who are these people who like SHARING their room with another person? #unrealistic

but i also i get you, riddhima. he was pretty much the only thing worth looking at in this room, coz the rest of it is so damn fugggggg. this room should be the one set on fire.

dang, some steamy scenes between them in the flashbacks. ouff abhi jaake episodes dhundne padenge. coz #tharkiTTisTharki

riddhima doing dadi seva. boooooooooring.

ofc dadi ki sui is always atkofied on playing cupid for pota, taaki she can score some par-pota/potis.

riddhima ki best friend ka happy birthday hai.

riddhima is like a lottttt has happened in my life, can't really tell you over a call. yup, that’s for sure. 

ok apparently sejal who said she’s in dubai now is NOT in dubai?? she's just up and flew to mumbai to "surprise" riddhima...... on HER OWN birthday? #doesNotCompute

lmao kabir's annoyance with mummy's useless glass of water. WHY DO MOMS THINK EVERYTHING CAN BE SOLVED WITH DRINKING MORE WATER?!?!?!!

now he's yelling at mom about how she's ruined everything. sure. blame the only one who's actually doing shit around here, while you sit on your ass in this room, glaring and growling like a hangry bear.

some menacing dialogue about how he needs to thikaane lagaaofy riddhima's hosh.

which has been overheard by bff sejal, who went and dropped a showpiece from shock. cool. so she gonna die. bye sejal, hardly got to know ya!

sejal being here doesn’t even make sense. she thought he was a PT teacher. then why did she show up here at his police waala office? also how did she connect the dots about the whole damn story with like 0.04% context that she got from what she overheard? kuchhhhhhh bhi.

[atamascolily]

Extremely subjective opinions about Star Wars planets

Inspired by @carmarthenfan. I did my top ten faves, and then gave up trying to put these in order, so they're literally in the order they occurred to me.

(This is not conclusive; I left a bunch out. There are a lot of Star Wars planets, y’all.)

1. Tatooine.

Iconic. Terrible place to live. Great place for making your characters suffer. Who cares that the ecology makes no sense when you have wide open spaces, exposed rock layers and salt flats, and a rockin' aesthetic? Not to mention wretched hives of scum and villainy and also, like, ACTUAL DRAGONS.

(Thesis: literally half of what makes ANH so compelling is that it's set on Tatooine.)

2. Yavin IV (Legends)

AKA Jedi Jungle Friendship Camp or Space Guatemala. If I was going to live anywhere in the GFFA, it'd be here. Temple ruins (even if they are infested with Sith ghosts), hot springs, rainforests, biodiversity, awesome eclipses and a giant blood-red gas giant constantly overhead, not much in the way of development... what's not to like? (Okay, the Sith ghosts are a problem, but they got rid of those eventually.)

3. "Forest moon" of Endor, ROTJ

Redwood forests are awesome. I'd totally live in an Ewok treehouse. They're the only place in the galaxy with handrails!!

4. Coruscant

I'd probably hate to live there, but it's a great setting for fic. A surprisingly large amount of wildlife and plant life, despite the rampant development. Epic architecture, lots of culture, Luke has a cool retreat in the Manarai Mountains and Han and Kyp go skiing at the poles. Home of "the room where it happens".  

(most of my fics to date are set on Tatooine, Yavin or Coruscant, lol)

5. Alderaan

Too bad the Empire blew it up. :( IDK about the whole Killik business, but Space Switzerland seems great, and I'd live there in a heartbeat. An actual multi-biome world, wow! I should write more fics about this place.

6. Myrkr (Legends)

Jungle planet with metallic trees and furry, Force-repelling lizards. Also giant vornskrs that use the Force to hunt. Don't forget Talon Karrde's awesome tree base!

7. Dagobah

I love this place, even if living there would be a challenge. Actually kinda has a functioning ecology in canon. Love the sheer abundance of snakes, plus dragonsnakes and the mangrove-like gnarltrees, which are the adult form of giant white spiders (I love plant-animal weirdness like this).

8. Mulako Comet (Legends)

Not technically a planet, but how can you not love a resort carved out of a giant frozen comet HOW. 10/10, we stan. The perfect place for a romantic getaway, especially if you are a water nerd like Luke.

9. Vjun (Legends)

The Gothiest goth place ever to Goth. Has names like "River Weeping" and carnivorous moss that nibbles on Obi-wan. <3. Vader's Goth castle was originally here before the writers moved it to Mustafar.

10. Honoghr (Legends)

Another terrible place to live, thanks to the Empire's sabotage, but I love there's actually an attempt at an ecological plot line here (Timothy Zahn is surprisingly good at those). A single biome world, but for a legit (and sad) reason. I should write some fics about this place.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Corellia (Legends) - It's okay, I guess? I'm not sure how I feel about the Corellian trilogy in general, but there are some things with the Selonians and the Drall that could be interesting for fic? Also, Treasure Ship Row is cool.  

Kessel (Legends) - Hell-realm. Not sure if Kevin J. Anderson's "glitterstim" is the same as "spice," but Han and Kyp have to fight off giant spiders in the dark underground mine, which is certainly dramatic. Had a moon until a prototype Death Star blew it up.

Ithor (Legends) - JUNGLE PLANET POPULATED BY BOTANY NERDS, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. But they won't let you actually explore the surface, because it's sacrilege. :(

Belsavis (Legends) - Hoth on the surface, Yavin in the rift valleys (but with, like, plantations), plus underground tunnels full of monsters and Jedi artifacts. Home of a secret Jedi botany master and his plant friends, so I'm in favor.

Chad (Legends) - Mostly ocean planet--I guess Space Earthsea, but with more geological activity? Callista makes it sound dreamy and idyllic in her flashbacks, but all the native Chadra-Fan are trying to GTFO, so I dunno.

Nam Chorios (Legends) -Like Tatooine, I would probably hate living there, but it's a great setting for a fic. The perpetual twilight would get old fast, but I love the terraformed ecology, the sentient rocks and the Force storms. Drochs are super creepy, though.

Hijarna (Legends) - There are ruins and sweeping vistas. What can I say, Karrde knows how to pick a secret base. :)

Dathomir (Legends) - Rancors have to be native to somewhere, so why not Dathomir? Courtship of Princess Leia is hokey and weird as all get-out, but it did give us Teneniel Djo, and I love her.

Hapes (Legends) -100% better at you than everything, and they know it. Leave them to it.

Yavin 8 (Legends) - Giant snakes and giant eagles... who literally eat children. Kinda weird being in a place where humanoids are on the bottom of the food chain. Love the Melodies' amphibious lifestyle, though.

Wayland (Legends) - Endor with the serial numbers filed off. Still love it, though. And Palpatine built a lair in a giant mountain! Props to him.

Ryloth (Legends) - sounds like an actual hell realm, but a desert planet? One half in perpetual sun, one half in perpetual darkness, and only a very narrow habitable zone? I’m game.

Msst (Legends) - Terrible, if accurate, name. All we ever see is the eponymous mist, plus giant pink creatures that numb you with poison and devour you alive.  Brakiss's home planet. No wonder he hates everything. On the plus side, his mom got to see Luke Skywalker naked, so good for her.

Kashyyyk - TREE WORLD, WE GO HARD (part II). Except I don't think the Wookiees have handrails, do they?

Hoth - Ice, ice, baby. Ecology makes no sense; it's a fucking glacier. I would hate living there, but I've read so many fluff fics about snowfall fights and sex in X-wings and supply closets that I feel a kind of fondness for it.

Byss (Legends) - Dark. Hidden. Secret. Goth as fuck. I like it. Exegol, but with more class.

Ahch-To - Skellig Michael is great, but too recognizable as itself to really be a good stand-in for somewhere else. Puffins are better than porgs. Great place to hide, but I stand by my claims that the Jedi order could not have arisen there. Love the aesthetic. The Caretakers deserved way better!  

Naboo - Space Italy. Would definitely live there. Closest thing we see to Dinotopia in the GFFA. (Tell me Theed isn't Waterfall City!)

Kef Bir - why not just let the original forest moon have multiple biomes? It's okay to have multiple-biome worlds, I promise, we wont get confused. Epic sweeping grasslands, steep cliffs, massive waves. I love what little we see of it.

Crait - you're going to film a Star War on the Bolivian salt flats and NOT make an epic dream sequence with the night sky reflected on the salt?? What. Hoth with red dust. Crystal foxes look like Vulpix from Pokemon, and I like them.

Ilum - cool ice planet gets turned into planet-destroying superweapon and blown up. Not a fan.

Bespin - I don't know about the ecology, but 10/10 for aesthetics.

Nal Hutta / Nar Shaddaa - Ecological disaster. Gross and full of Hutts.

Niraun (Legends) - I don't like caves and that's pretty much all we see. Especially if those caves are filled with carnivorous hordes of Space Army Ants.

Gamorr (Legends) - "Procedures programs for visiting Gamorr consist of a single line: DO NOT VISIT GAMORR. Really!” Especially do not visit in the season known as "slushtime".

Af'El (Legends) - I know very little about it, but it seems cool? "The Dark World". Home planet of the "wraiths" (Defel) and the homunculus wasps.  

Kijimi - "Disneyworld with space facism". Swirling snow and stone looks cool at night. Too bad that fight scene was such a mess. 

Takodana - it's the English Lake District, I'm never going to be able to suspend my disbelief to believe it's anything else.

D'Qar / Ajan Kloss - Yavin IV knockoffs. If you want me to care, you're gonna have to give me something better.

Exegol -  this “planet” is just a CGI soundstage with a floating pyramid/arena whatever, and lightning. Weather instantly improved when Palpatine died, which strongly suggested he liked it that way. Knockoff Byss.

Mustafar - Literal hell-realm. Lava does not work like that. And apparently, ROTS insists it also has snow and trees, which seems like a little too late.

Canto Bight - you'd think people with that much money would have a better-looking planet. ughhhh.

[flawedwrites]

KIT ANDERSON & INDY HUDSON [ send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you— ] DATING EDITION HC’S / CLOSED

where they first met and how: they met at a party in junior year at some mutual friends party, though they went to different schools. since it was like, the late 90′s and they didn’t have cell phones they had to track down how to get in contact with one another. it wasn’t easy. especially since being out wasn’t exactly a thing back then. not like it is now in some places.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: flirting was the name of the game for these two and they probably flirted for awhile before even asking the other out on a date. each of them was fairly shy to do so but it was most likely indy who made the first move.

who fell for who first ( if applicable ): kit fell first, hard and fast. indy was kit’s first real love and relationship and now she is her wife.

where their first date was and what it was like: their first date was at one of their high school’s event. like a football game or a bonfire. something cliche like that. though they would have kept it on the down-low. 

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ): kit asked indy with a romantic note taped to her locker. she had to sneak into indy’s high school and everything.

who proposes first: indy did because india’s gotta be in charge of course. 

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: because of the time that they met one another and went out together, yes they kept their relationship a secret. eventually they would have told their friends but not their parents until they were both out of high school.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ): the proposal happened at a cabin that india rented for them for a romantic getaway weekend.

if they adopt any pets together: nah. pets make too much mess for either of them.

who’s more dominant: lol. they like to BOTH think that they are the dominant ones.

where their first kiss was and what it was like: they were watching a movie in kit’s parents basement when they weren’t home and they were cuddled up watching a scary movie when they started kissing. it lead to a very hot and heavy make out session.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ): nah. they aren’t like that.

how into pda they are: they like to show affection. especially if they think someone else is hitting on the other. to make sure that that person who was doing so, knows that they belong to one another.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: kit holds the umbrella when it rains: kit does because she is taller.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ): they have a pic nick table that they like to go to in one of the big city parks that are close to their home because they are cliche and cute like that. (well at least, sometimes they are.)

who’s more protective: they can both be as protective of the other as stated above, depending on the circumstance. 

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ): well since they were in high school when they met one another it was probably awhile. kit would probably make indy wait until at least they graduated as she had always thought she’d wait to have sex until she got married as that was how she was taught by her parents.

if they argue about anything: LMAO!!! THEY AREGUE ABOUT EVERYTHING.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ): indy likes to mark kit for sure. more-so when they were teens. now when she does it she makes sure that other people can’t see because of how professional kit’s job is and doesn’t want to jepordize anything.

who steals whose clothes and how often: indy steals kit’s clothes because kit is taller so kit doesn’t fit into a lot of indy’s clothes. except like, her socks. 

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ): they don’t cuddle facing one another and indy is definitely the big spoon even if she is smaller than kit.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: A R G U I N G.

how long they stay mad at each other: depends on their mood and what they are fighting about. or if it’s tuesday.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: neither. they prefer wine or any other types of alcohol. their cabinets are definitely stalk full of the good stuff.

if they ever have any children together: i don’t think they want children otherwise they would have had them already.

if they have any special pet names for each other: no. unless they are just like babe, or sweetheart. the usual pet names.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: probably once a year if we’re honest. how the hell they are still married after all this time is beyond me.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ): very clean because of kit. if kit didn’t make sure it was organized indy would make the place a disaster.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: pretty low-key because they were both still in high school and had family obligations. but they probably snuck out so that they could see each other before christmas was over and spend some time together.

what their names are in each other’s phones: kit in indy’s phone / asshole. indy in kit’s phone / jerk face with a heart emoji at the end.

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ): nahhhhhhh. they don’t roll that way. they think those kinds of things are ridiculous and judge other couples together who do does those types of things.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: indy falls asleep last and wakes up last. kit usually falls asleep first and wakes up first.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: indy likes to be the little spoon even though she’s smaller.

who hogs the bathroom: let’s be real, it’s I N D Y.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: kit kills the spiders even though she also hates them but does it because she KNOWS THAT INDY WOULD NEVER.

[kz-i-co]

Sleepover

Request: "Hi! Can you write a chanwoo angst imagine in which you both are best friends but you fall for him and he doesn't feel the same and starts avoiding you and he insults you. But later he realizes that he loves you too. I know it is too mainstream but I would love if you could write it!! I love your writing hehe xx - Angst plus fluff"

Pairing: Jung Chanwoo/ Reader

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I hope this is okay requester :) I have another Chanwoo best friends request coming soon. I was originally gonna use this story for the other one but then I decided to turn it into this request instead since this one had a little more story to it but my other one is coming shortly. I wanted to combine them but they were a little too different of a concept lol.

m.list ╫ ikon masterlist

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"Honey I'm home." You entered the door without even knocking.

You nervously backfired from the stares you were getting until Chanwoo started laughing.

"Don't you have a home?" Mr. Jung said.

"I do but yours is way better."

"You hungry dear, we just finished dinner?" Mrs. Jung said sweetly.

"Nah, not hungry." You smiled tugging on your best friends shirt.

"Okay, I'll see you later." Chanwoo said as he left the house with you. "So where are we going this time?"

"I found this awesome abandoned train cart."

"How?"

"It's only a mile from my house and I decided to take a short cut to your house this time." You smiled.

"Is it safe? Are you updated on your tetanus shots?" He laughed.

"It's safe. It doesn't look that old."

"We can make it our secret spot." You continued.

....

You decided to stop by Starbucks before you made it to your secret headquarters.

"You know June is checking you out." Chan whispered in your ear.

You turned around seeing the boys quickly go back to chatting. "Is this the only thing they do Friday nights. You'd think they be at some party." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, I heard he is a nice guy. Plus you never date."

"There's a reason I don't date." You laughed. "And It's senior year. Dating someone like him wouldn't last."

"What's the real reason? Do you like someone else?"

You gulped from his sudden question. "Sorta." All your confidence was gone.

"Who is he? Do I know him?" He asked.

Yes. "I can't tell you."

"Why not? I told you when I had a crush on Ryujin."

"Yeah, and that was a mistake wasn't it?" You laughed.

"Whatever."

"Come on, to our secret headquarters." You marched out the door with your milkshake.

"You're really not going to tell me?" He followed.

"Shut up." You snapped.

"Okay. Sorry. I'll figure it out anyway." He smirked.

Good luck with that genius.

"Here it is." You crossed the over grown rail road track and climbed up into the boxcart. There was already graffiti and names scattered throughout the area so you couldn't imagine how long this has been here.

"Why here?" He asked kicking some old dingy crate. "This place is a shit hole."

"Perhaps....but what if we made it our own, our getaway paradise, our safe haven, our-"

"(Y/N) please shut up."

"You don't like it?"

"It's just a piece of junk." He made a face.

"I think it's poetic."

"Because there is poems on the wall?" He still questioned your motives.

"Stop being such a buzz kill. This place is romantic." You blushed after your back was turned away from him.

"What's the point of romantic if I'm here with you." He teased but you felt pain inside. If only he knew.

"Fine. Maybe I'll invite.....June to my secret romantic hiding place instead." You sat on the edge.

He made a face, clearly not liking your answer. "Now you like the guy all of a sudden?"

"At least a guy likes me. So I'm not a total loser." You mumbled the last bit.

"Come on. I was kidding.....we can make it cool....I guess." He sat down next to you, letting his feet hang off the cart.

"(Y/N)?" He tried to get your attention. "I didn't think that kind of thing gets to you." You still didn't focus your attention on him. "Come on....you talk about how much guys suck all the time.....You don't really act like the romantic type."

"Chanwoo, I'm a girl. Or did you forget?" You still didn't look at him.

"Please stop being so serious, you're really starting to scare me."

"Am I just another guy friend to you. Is that what you really think of me?"

"Where is this coming from? We've been friends for how long......?"

You leaned your head against the wall. "Can you leave? I kind of want to be alone." You try to say as kindly as possible.

"(Y/N) what did I do?" He looked at you concerned.

"I just need a lot to think about right now." You simply said.

"Are you still sleeping over tonight?"

"I don't know."

"See ya later." He mumbled and left you alone.

Were you over reacting? Basically he rejected you without you even confessing.

"Why did I have to fall for you?" You whispered as you felt tears starting to fall.

He didn't see you as a girl which was the worst part. You were just one of his guy friends.

....

You entered his home with no invitation like always as you wanted to return his plaid coat you stolen.

"Hey dear he's upstairs."

"No thanks. I just wanted to give this back." You placed the coat on the hook.

"Aren't you sleeping over like usual?"

"Excuse me Mrs. Jung but aren't you suppose to be worried about those type of things as a parent. I mean we are both 18 now."

"What do you mean?"

You rolled your eyes behind her back as you had to explain. "I'm a girl and he's a boy? And you let us sleep together in the same room? With the door shut."

"I'm not worried about that dear. You've been friends for so long." She smiled.

It was officially. You were doomed.

"But what if one day we decided to be more. Not that it will, clearly....I'm just curious."

"I know my son dear....and I trust him." What was that suppose to mean?

"Wow thanks for the talk, I gotta go." You turned around and headed straight home.

That was it. You were determined to try a little experiment.

"Hey Soyoung? Can I borrow some clothes?" You asked your sister once you got home. She was a year younger then you and the complete opposite. She was pure and girly.

"Why?" She gave you that look of annoyance.

"Because I want to start dressing girlier." You shrugged.

"Then borrow moms clothes." She tried to shut her door.

"Please....I want to impress a guy." You begged.

"You? I almost thought that wasn't possible, since you rather arm wrestle with them then hold their hand." She laughed.

"I hate arm wrestling."

"I was just giving a example. You're lucky because you got all these hot guys hanging around you but you choose to be one of them instead." She saw it too? Even before you did.

"Well, I want to change that."

"So whose the guy you're trying to impress? Let me guess....Chanwoo?"

"W-What?"

"I'll take that as a yes." She smirked.

"How did you know?"

"Because you hang out with him the most." She shrugged since her guess was a hunch. "Why don't you just tell him?"

"Because he doesn't think of me that way, one of the guys, and that hurts a lot."

"Well trying to be something you're not won't do it either."

"Well.....I can try." You stole some clothes and left.

This will work right? It has to.

-

You decided on a cute dark flowy skirt and a gray flowy sweater just gently tucked it. You wanted to go girly but not over the top girly. Simple and causal.

Once you got to school, you didn't get your normal high fives from different people as you passed by. Almost like they didn't recognize you.

"Yo what's up (Y/N)." Chanwoo came over and punched you playfully like the punching bag you have become in this friendship. He memorized your locker so well he didn't even notice what you were wearing at first. "Woah, what the hell are you wearing?"

Nothing like 'you look pretty' or 'why' just 'what were you thinking' kind of way. And that hurt more then you thought.

You slammed your locker and took a hard look at him. "I can wear what I want."

"But not that."

"Why not?"

"It's not you." He said like it was obvious.

"Maybe I'm sick of me."

"Are you still pissed over last night?" He asked.

"I need to get to class." You walked away.

....

"It's so true." You over heard conversations go on throughout the rest of the day.

"Hey Chanwoo, is it true?"

"What?"

"(Y/N) is so in love with you." Donghyuk pushed his friend.

"(Y/N) is not in love with me." He said it like it was nonsense.

You turned the corner and quickly hid behind your locker as you saw him engaged with his friends in a deep conversation.

"Dude, It's obvious." Jinhwan rolled his eyes.

"She would of told me."

"Nah girls get sensitive about those kind of things."

"She has been acting differently since yesterday."

"How come?" Donghyuk asked.

"She was talking about us having some secret hideout and how it was romantic, and I completely shot her down."

"Wow, you're a dick." Bobby laughed.

"I'm not it's just silly."

"So what now? You gonna ask her out?" Yunhyeong asked.

"Pff, no." He laughed.

You couldn't help the tears build up hearing him laughing at you, you finally grabbed your things and left. You didn't want to hear the rest of that conversation.

"It's just weird. We've been friends for so long."

"So what? You two are always together anyway. Mine as well make it officially." Donghyuk spoke.

They were right. But he worried he already lost you as a friend and he definitely didn't want to face you now that he knew it was him all along on who you liked. Things would be awkward. Different.

-

As a week went by you became strong and acted like it didn't bother you. You haven't hung out with the guys all week. Not that you weren't avoiding, you still said your hellos to the rest of them through the hall but Chanwoo was non existent. You wanted to be the one avoiding him but he was no where to be found. Every time you got a glimpse of him he would go somewhere else.

He was avoiding you.

He's the one to upset you and he was running away cowardly.

Throughout class Chanwoo was always two rows behind since you moved your seat. He missed you. You always came over every night just chilling while playing video games but now he was lonely. He watched you comb your fingers through your hair as you wrote something in your notebook. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

....

"Hey, Someone is trying to steal your girl." Yunhyeong laughed while pushing his friend.

He looked over to see June talking to you.

"Go over and stop that before he takes your girlfriend."

"Shut up. She's not my girlfriend." He pushed him back.

"Chill dude. It was just a joke." Yunhyeong pushed back as everyone in the hall was focused on them. Even you.

You pursed your lips as you walked away with June. Chanwoo slammed his locker and walked away. "She hates him, why is she with him?"

"Maybe they are just lab partners." Yunhyeong denied. "You need to talk to her."

"I can't."

"Well. Then you can't be pissed off."

-

"Perfect." You smiled as you got done hanging the lights up in your hidden boxcar.

You cleaned up the place and put old blankets and pillows you no longer needed and candles and different decorations for a more poetic atmosphere like you wanted. You wrote more song lyrics you loved on the wall as well, just to add something. The place was everything you wanted but too bad you were alone.

You hooked up your phone to your speaker and began playing soft comforting music as you laid down on your little set up.

You heard a deep sigh that had you sitting up quickly. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He said as he made his way into the box car.

"What?" You shrugged like nothing was wrong.

"This place looks nice (Y/N)." He gazed as he looked throughout the place.

"Not bad for a shit hole right." You said with a hint of attitude.

"Sorry about that." He sat down next to you.

"What do you want Chanwoo?" You said rushing to the point.

"I'm sorry for everything. I didn't know what you were feeling."

"So what?" You shrugged.

"I miss you." He said looking at his lap.

"I never left. You were the one running away."

"I know......I was scared."

"Why? Oh right. Because it's too embarrassing for someone like me to like you."

"It's not like that." He argued.

"Then what is it? Like I told you before Chanwoo. I'm a girl. I'm not another one of your guy friends you can just push around."

"It's not that I think of you as some guy. You're my friend first, girl or whatever, it's just gonna take me some time to get used to the fact that this changes everything now."

"Fine. Then pretend this stupid rumor never gotten out. Back to good old buddies again.....deal?"

"I didn't say that." He started.

"What are you saying?" You asked confused.

He shrugged awkwardly. "We can try if you want."

You laughed sarcastically. "Yeah right. You were the one that laughed from the idea remember....'pfft no'."

"You heard that?" He looked at you hurt. "I was just trying to get my friends off my back....it was the first I heard about it okay. It was just weird at first but.....-"

"Now you feel sorry for me."

"No. I just couldn't get used to the idea but being away from you for a week made me really miss you."

"You could of just talked to me." You rolled your eyes.

"I know. I'm sorry."

You brushed your hair out of your face as you laid back once again looking at the lights that shined above. You felt Chanwoo lay back as well next to you as he looked at you smiling.

"How long did you like me....like that?"

"Our sophomore history field trip." He looked at you confused. "I don't know." You laughed. "You we're the only one that stopped and waited for me as the guys kept going ahead on their own as I was tying my shoe. And then when we lost the class you held my hand as we tried to catch up. Basically you were there for me and you cared and it really meant a lot to me."

"You're my friend." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"So are they." You looked at him as you finally noticed he was staring back.

He leaned in but nervously backed out quickly sitting up. "I'm not forcing you into anything Chanwoo." You sat back up with him. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I mean.....I'll get over it. I rather have you in my life as a friend then-"

"(Y/N) can you be quiet for a sec, I'm trying to think." He said taking a deep breath.

"It's okay, really." You smiled as he looked at you once again.

He leaned in to your surprise, gently caressing his lips with yours. You immediately responded bringing your hand up to pull him in more. The kiss got deeper as he laid you down once again. Once your back hit the blankets, he pulled away.

"How much is going to change?"

"Nothing has to change Chanwoo. Have you never had a girlfriend before?"

"I just don't want to upset you again."

"We both just need to be honest with each other okay? I can still kick your butt in video games, I can still-"

"I think that is the wrong information." He arched an eyebrow.

"It's not."

"I guess you need to prove it then." You got up pushing him out of the way.

"Can we still have sleepovers?"

"We can, as long as you don't tell your mother about us."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because then she won't let us have sleepovers, capeesh." You said hitting him playfully.

.....

"Hey mom." Chanwoo entered with you behind.

"Hey honey. Oh hey (Y/N) I haven't seen you all week." His mother entered as there was other women gathered around the living room. "I'm having my book club, so please don't make any noise upstairs."

You and Chanwoo both looked at each other before running upstairs.

Once you entered his room and shut the door, he turned on his game of overwatch. "Ready to die."

"Are you?" You smirked.

"Bring it."

"Oh shut up, you're going to lose." You both laughed.

....

"No." He yelled at the screen.

"Ha! Loser."

"My character got stuck."

"You shouldn't have hid back there you idiot." You laughed. "My information is still correct."

"Hey, you two. Can you please be more quiet?" His mother entered the room.

Then she left. "No more video games I guess."

"What else do you want to do?" He asked.

"I don't know, something quiet." You shrugged.

You looked over and noticed him staring at the tv. "Let's practice our kissing."

"What?" As soon as he turned his head, you pulled him into a kiss, making him hover over you.

Your stomach flipped with excitement as your lips worked together faster. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip causing more friction. You felt his fingers sweep under the fabric placed on your hip making you smile through the kiss from his confidence. You turned your head to the side to get a breather but you felt him move quickly down to your neck.

His lips felt warm against your neck that you felt the pleasure stir up. As he moved lower down towards your collar bone you couldn't help but moan.

"I figured you wanted to take this slow."

"I'm sorry." He leaned up.

"I'm okay with it." You smiled.

"Good." He leaned down once again, bringing his moisture lips back towards yours. Before you could enjoy it more, you heard footsteps and the door knob jiggle. You both looked up at the door as his mother entered.

"The ladies are gone. Did you kids eat?"

It was amusing how oblivious his mother was as you both awkwardly got out of your previous position.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"I'll order." She closed the door.

"She really doesn't care huh?" You laughed.

"It's my turn to beat you." He turned on the console again.

"Ha! In your dreams."

[icedcoffee-and-pumpkinbread]

For JuJu: ❤♡❥ღ💕💘💙💛💚💜

Someone really wants to find out more huh 👀 I wanna know who you are, anon

❤️ - who is more affectionate in public? In private?

Julian for SURE. Julianne’s very affectionate as well, but she shows it differently in the sense that she finds quiet ways to tell Julian how much she loves him. Little unspoken gestures, gifts that he had mentioned wanting weeks prior, etc. Julian is… well, he’s Julian. He’ll gladly wrap an arm around her and scream to the heavens that she’s his… in public. Lots of unexpected kisses and cuddles as well (he really likes seeing her go red and wide eyed 💕)

♡ - who is the bigger romantic openly? Secretly?

Julian’s definitely the bigger romantic openly, while Julianne’s the bigger romantic secretly. Julian adores showing her off because he’s just so enamored with her, and he doesn’t give a second thought when it comes to expressing this with huge romantic gestures. It’s her birthday? No worries, he’s been planning a getaway for the past month. She did something cute? He’s calling off from work. She batted an eyelash at him? He’s sweeping her off her feet and covering her in smooches. Julianne prefers to show her affection more quietly, but those gestures end up being really well thought-out gestures that would make the toughest man in Vesuvia sob. She likes to leave little gift boxes filled with his favorite hand-baked treats when he’s feeling particularly down (new lingerie worn under a nice outfit will do the trick too).

❥- who is more likely to plan something big for Valentine’s Day?

I think they’re pretty tied on this one. Juli will plan something small but super emotional, and just stammer about it a whole bunch. Julian ofc is gonna know something’s up, and pesters her enough to get some clues, but whatever it is is still a huge surprise to him when it happens. Julian I think would be into the big gestures since he just wants to give her the world (what a precious bean).

ღ - who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

Julian. No question. Julianne will occasionally snake her hand into his when she’s feeling particularly touchy, but Julian’s a big hand-holder. He’s also quite fond of locking elbows (so that Juli doesn’t feel like a small child lol).

💕 - who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

Julian’s winning a lot of these, lol. Julianne would never. She’s more of a tip-toe to peck him on the lips and whisper ‘I love you’ kind of person. Maybe if she’s been pestered enough (which is an easy task) she’ll turn beet-red and look away while muttering the words. It’s not that she’s not proud to make such declarations - she’s just a very shy bean when it comes to emotions. A flirt? Definitely. A hopeless romantic? Not in the slightest. Julian, however, is the opposite, as he’s so very proud to call her his. He would shout it from the rooftops of the palace if he could. He settles for shouting it from the top of the Rowdy Raven, in front of the Countess, next to Asra, on double dates...

💘 - who developed a crush on the other first?

I don’t call them disaster duo for nothing. I think the crushes were very mutual. They’re just both dumbasses who don’t know how to express themselves. 

💙 - who is more protective?

This one’s a tricky one. I’d say Julian, because he has a tendency to fret over Juli’s small stature combined with her uh. Sass. He internally freaks out when she stomps over to some 6′8 pirate having a bad day and tells him off because he gave her a dirty look, so the minute it inevitably goes wayward, he’s jumping in. He’s usually so soft and caring, but he’d absolutely kill for Julianne. I’m not sure if this counts, but he’s also a bit of a jealous boi, so when someone who gives him bad vibes is hitting on her, he’ll swoop in and wrap an arm around, maybe tell a couple TMI doctor stories. Julianne is protective in the sense that she’ll make sure Julian doesn’t go back to his old self-destructive tendencies (”no, Julian, we are NOT jumping into the river to test if vampire eels are repelled by lemon oil.” “That’s right, we aren’t. I am. You’re staying here.” “jULIAN HOLY FU--”)

💛 - who believes in soulmates?

I think Julian used to. Julianne was never one for that type of mysticism, so she never held out hope for having a “soulmate”. I feel like being the romantic he is, Julian probably bought into stories growing up about the soulmate thing. He lost the appeal for that idea a long time ago, thinking that the world was too cruel for such a thing and even if it wasn’t, he didn’t deserve to have a soulmate. He’s so in love with Julianne, though, that the idea might be swaying a bit...

💚 - who tends to get sick more often? Who is better at taking care of the other?

Julian gets simultaneously gets sick more and less often because of the nature of his job. As a doctor, he’s around germs all day, and after the loss of his mark, his immune system isn’t used to picking up that slack and fighting off infections. However, having traveled so much and worked as a doctor for so long (even before the mark), his body is also used to a much wider array of germs than Julianne’s. Because of this, he heals much faster, and when he does get sick it’s usually not as severe. He’s still a big dramatic baby about it, and will absolutely act like he’s dying over a cold. He tends to be a lot more whiny and a LOT more touchy during this time - he’ll literally pull her into bed with him if he’s in the mood. Julianne is very good at letting him vent his frustrations while still making him take steps to get better. She doesn’t get sick often, but when she does, it tends to be pretty bad, not having grown up with the same germs in the north compared to her home in the south. Julian of course frets and worries over her like a mother hen. Forget about trying to get out of bed, this man’s got gross homemade medicines for her to take (no leeches though! He wouldn’t dare use them on her.)

💜- who said “i love you” first?

Funny enough, Julian. Julianne is more likely to *think* about saying it first, because she falls just a little faster. She waited until he said it, of course, because she’s a little afraid of rejection and the possibility of “fake feelings”. Julian waited until he was literally in the devil’s chains and about to die, because of course he did.