#miles x tristan

[milesmolasses]

braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)

— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts

— made em real cute for y’all

— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls

the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.

it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.

"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.

like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"

"are you ok, think I lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as he shook his head stuttering.

"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.

"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.

he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"

you looked at him with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.

"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.

you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.

it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"

this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.

soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.

"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.

after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.

"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.

for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch,” whatever that meant.

"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"

"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.

"…no"

since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.

"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"

"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.

"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.

"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.

he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"

"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.

miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.

after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.

you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.

miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.

"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sigh came from his mouth.

not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for poor miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.

he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"

"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"

"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.

walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"

"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."

you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.

"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."

and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"

"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"

once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"

"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.

taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start

"you ready baby?" he said nothing.

"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—

there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.

swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.

"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."

stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.

"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.

running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”

"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.

"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.

"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.

"um-! when the hell did you take that??"

— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji

— 🩷

— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞

— tbh it could easily be both

— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm

[utterlyotterlyx]

10:35

Ruhn Danaan x Fem!Reader

Summary - After throwing his weight around, Ruhn comes to you to apologise, but you have other plans.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of s*x, Ruhn being fed up with your crap but loving you anyway, angst, fluff

Gods.

Gods were you annoying. You pushed his buttons daily, teetering on the edge of driving him to madness before pulling him back with passionate kisses.

Gods did he hate you sometimes, but he loved you more than anything, more than anyone.

Especially when you were prancing about his place wearing nothing but a thong and one his shirts that barely fell past your ass cheeks. Usually Ruhn was delighted to come home to you, you'd usually be sat with Tristan watching Sunball and enjoying a few beers; he'd come up behind you and bury his head into the crook of your neck and inhale your scent before kissing your shoulder and jumping over the edge to settle in beside you.

He knew it was coming, your bold defiance, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Ruhn looked at his phone, frowning at your text exchange and wondering how it had gotten so heated. He had told you off, scolded you like a child for partying too hard with Bryce and neglecting your responsibilities. Ruhn knew better.

Everyone was allowed to let loose, to enjoy their shitty lives, Ruhn knew that better than anyone.

You hated being told what to do, it had taken so long for Ruhn to break that cycle in you, to idly agree to everything even if you didn't want to. Breaking that cycle had turned you strong and independent, you promised yourself that you'd never be controlled again. In public at least.

He hadn't meant it, he hadn't meant to belittle you and reprimand you, he certainly didn't mean to throw his title in your face and make you feel like you were worth less than he was. It had just gotten heated, and he hoped he could fix it before you truly believed that he felt that way.

So, when he entered the home that he shared with Tristan and Declan, and you, ready to apologise and fuck you so good that the exchange became a hazed memory, the last thing he ever thought he'd see was you dressed in the things you knew made him weak, sat beside Tristan in a glazed state with potent smoke curling around your mouth as you exhaled a grey cloud of mirthroot into the air.

The smile on you face was lazy, laced with complete relaxation, soft low giggles emitted from your lips, your lids were slightly squinted and your cheeks were swollen from past tears, flushed and tinged.

A bowl of popcorn was wedged in the space between you and Tristan, which was a good thing, because if it wasn't there Ruhn would have grabbed Tristan by the scruff of his neck and beat him into oblivion. The tv was set to a comfortable volume, Fangs and Bangs clear on the display, and the light illuminated your face, the small whisps of hair that had fallen from your messily thrown together updo, and the sports logo plastered to the front of that shirt.

Tristan noticed him first, that hazed giddiness that Ruhn knew all too well clear on his face, "Look who's here. It's none other than the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae himself," Tristan drawled and you turned slowly, your senses dimmed and mind moving at five miles an hour.

Your expression was blank as you looked at him, scanned his ripped black jeans and black shirt, his hair was tied back with two thick slices framing his face, he tongued the piercing in his lip, and his stare would have made you feel uncomfortable if you weren't already on another planet entirely.

"Fangs and Bangs? Didn't realise you were into this crap, Tristan," Ruhn took a step toward you, hissing at himself when you abruptly turned back to face the tv, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in your mouth.

Tristan inhaled the mirthroot deeply, a cough catching in his chest before the smoke cloud spurted from his mouth, he wafted the smoke away from his face and Ruhn watched it rise to the heavens, "I didn't put this shit on. This is all, Y/N."

"Give me that," you held you hand out to him, Tristan delicately placed your shared pleasure between your fingers, "I'll have you know that Fangs and Bangs is perfect for high-time television," you blew a smoke cloud at Tristan's face and smirked, lying back into the comfort of the sofa, not caring where Ruhn went next.

You were furious with him. How dare he take a swipe at you for going out, and with Bryce of all people, when he spent many hours away from you partying through the night. How dare he talk about responsibility and throw his name around to grasp some form of submission from you.

The cushions shifted under a new weight, you were determined not to look at him, to not give in, but as soon as those calloused fingers found your thigh and squeezed, you were weak. Like putty in his hands.

"Sweetheart," he cooed to you, dragging his fingers up and down your bare thigh, making you regret wearing so little as his fingertips left speckles of fire hissing on your skin. "Please look at me," his voice was low and husky, he didn't want Tristan to hear his whispering pleads to you or forever be teased.

Shrugging his touch off of you, involuntarily shuddering at vacant spot where his hand lay only moments before, you felt your phone vibrate, the screen lighting up with Bryce's name.

"What's up?" Ruhn tensed, of course Bryce would swoop in and interrupt his shit attempts to apologise to you, "Yeah, he's here. I don't know. What? Now?" Ruhn faintly heard his sisters voice chattering away through the device, he noticed your frown turn into mischievous delight, "What a great idea, Bryce. Exactly what I need, I'll see you soon. Love you."

You put the phone down and sighed, "Out again?"

Smirking, you jumped up from the sofa and walked around the edge of the sofa where a bewildered Ruhn was staring up at you, "Yep. White Raven. Bryce is coming to pick me up so I better get ready."

Without another word, you sauntered from the room, leaving Ruhn with his angry swirling thoughts. Tristan whistled, pulling Ruhn's attention from the doorway you had just strutted out from, "This is what happens when you pull rank with the one person you know loves you for you and nothing else."

Twenty minutes had passed, Bryce had barged in and flipped Ruhn off with a death glare before pattering up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. They had listened to your hushed giggles and shuffling about on the floor above, turning toward the entry when the faint click of heels sounded against the bare wood.

There you were, clad in a skin tight black dress adorned by a thousand tiny crystals that shimmered in an array of shades when you hit the light at a certain angle. Pair that with a pair of knee high heeled boots, and you had officially succeeded in making Ruhn a needy worried mess. Your makeup was simple, radiant shimmers on your cheekbones and nose, eyeliner and long lashes, and glossed nude lips.

Bryce ran her fingers through your hair, separating any knots she found and fluffing it around your face, "Let's go. Fury and Juniper are waiting for us. Girl's night!" Ruhn's amber eyed sister, and one of your best friends, dragged you from the room without so much as a goodbye to the two males staring at them from in front of the tv.

The White Raven was thrumming with eclectic energy. Sweat evaporating and clinging to the air.

You couldn't remember what time you had left, you didn't know how long you'd be dancing. You didn't know how many shots Bryce had forced down your throat. You were just happy and free.

Ruhn had looked so desperate to touch you, those big pleading violet eyes screaming at you to look at him. You knew he had a lot on his plate, his father didn't exactly agree of your relationship but Ruhn had somehow been able to convince him that when the time came you'd be the perfect person to have beside him. It made you feel bad, he was just trying to protect you in a way, to secure your place beside him, and you'd pranced about in your underwear high as a kite before dressing up and heading out. Again.

Gods, you were so fucking stupid.

But you didn't let your regret show, you were too stubborn for that, a fact Ruhn knew far too well.

Bodies kept on bumping into you as the music became heavier, the bass louder, the drinks stronger. Bryce was holding onto you and swaying, muttering about how Hunt wouldn't be happy with her if she woke him up again. Apparently he'd had a long day. Just like Ruhn.

Running your hands through your hair and up to the sky, you felt arms wrap around your waist, that familiar nose and chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Spice and leather. Kisses peppered along your shoulder and his arms pulled you tighter into his chest, low growls flowing from his lips when people bumped into you.

The lights were low, slices of purple and blue flickering through the club, but you could faintly make out Tristan at the bar and Hunt swaying with Bryce. They'd crashed girls night.

"Sweetheart, look at me," he ran a finger up your arm, across your chest, and along your jaw, pulling your chin toward him, "There she is," he cooed, pushing your hair from your face so that he could really see you.

"What do you want, Ruhn? You've already crashed girls night," you huffed, folding your arms over you chest whilst the world continued to party around you.

You were never going to be able to refuse him, but you could at least make him grovel a bit.

Ruhn ducked his head, lowering it to meet your eye line, he was so intoxicating, everything inside of you screamed to reach for him, to drag him into a bathroom stall and fuck it all out.

"I'm so sorry," he told you, holding your stare, "I never should have gotten angry at you, I never should have tried to tell you what to do. We worked so hard to get you out of that headspace," he pulled you flush against his chest and tilted your head up, his breath fanned across your face, "I love you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much." Ruhn was trying to control himself, you deserved an apology before he fucked you senseless and made you his over and over again.

"I had the worst day. My father is breathing down my neck right now, and I just want you safe and by my side for the rest of my life. It's stupid but I'm scared he'll try and take you away from me. Not like I'd ever let him but, I'm afraid he'll catch wind of the wild nights and think you're unworthy. You're not in any sense, you love me for me and I know nothing else matters to you, I know that. I'm sorry I let him get in my head, I'm so sorry I used my name against you, I wasn't thinking."

Those violet pools were desperate, glazed over and sad, and it broke you to see him like that.

"Ruhn," you pressed your forehead to his, brushing your nose against his, "I'm sorry too. I should have kept in mind how important this is to you. I'm sorry for being stubborn and trying to piss you off. I know you'd never want to make me feel small. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for."

"Ruhn-"

"Nothing," he hummed, pulling your face to his in a kiss you had shared so many times, full of so much love and yearning and hope that every day would be filled with them. "Plus, it was kinda hot seeing you in my shirt like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he laughed against your lips, deepening the next and relishing in the taste of you, "Let me take you home, Sweetheart. The things I want to do to you aren't to be heard by others."

Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty:

That you were the most beautiful, fearless creature he'd ever encountered

That he couldn't wait to get you home and settle you onto his face

He knew that the morning would be the perfect time to grab that velvet emerald box from his sock drawer and promise to love you for eternity

[venuscxre]

hii, i was wondering if you could do lancelot x cupid! reader headcanons? she was like adopted by meliodas and elizabeth when she was an infant and stuff so shes like a Holy Knight (or one of four, which makes five😱) she is like the Knight of Hatred/Love if you get what i mean???

idk if this makes any sense but its my first request as you can tell. it would a lot if you could do this since its been on my mind. however, no rush and just taker caree💗

☆: ❝ 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ❞

synopsis ; lancelot x cupid!reader headcannons.

content warning ; fluff.

notes ; thank you for this request!! i’m sorry it took so long, work has been a bit hectic! thank you for this request anon!! i hope it’s to your liking!! :)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

lancelot with a cupid!reader who he always found quite… weird while growing up. he mostly steered clear of her during those years.

growing up, into their teenage years, he found her less of a weirdo and more of an airhead. she’d often space out thinking of who knows what and stood the risk of getting herself hurt.

with her clumsiness and the knack she has for spacing out in the worst situations, lancelot just accepted his fate and would always keep an eye on her, tailing her from behind at a good distance without her knowing.

he’d watch in amusement whenever she’d help someone with relationship problems or even help budding relationships bloom. she seemed to really love helping people find their other halves which is something he found slightly intrusive but didn’t say anything about. he knew just how much love mattered to her.

soon enough, the liones siblings and lancelot slowly hung out less and less as they became increasingly busy with their training as knights of the prophecy.

when lancelot and tristan were assigned to go find the last two knights of the apocalypse, she secretly tagged along, although lancelot was already aware of her presence since he could hear her thoughts from a mile away.

despite his original weariness of her, lancelot didn’t seem to mind having her around as much as he thought he would. and when they managed to find cute lil’ percival? it was like she had cloned and split her brain cell, because those two were birds of a feather.

during their time together, lancelot hated to admit it, but she was starting to grow on him. he’d find himself always listening to whatever thing she was talking about, making sure she’s alright during or after a battle with chaos knights, and making sure that she doesn’t walk into another tree like she did last time. he also found himself becoming a little more protective of her than usual.

as someone who deals with love, the cupid!reader already knows the telltale signs of a crush, no matter what type of person they might be. imagine how overjoyed she was when she noticed some of the signs in lancelot’s recent behaviour towards her; having liked him for the longest time.

by the time they and the percy platoon reached liones, there was a significant change in the relationship between lancelot and the cupid!reader, the both of them being easily mistaken as lovers.

the change in their relationship didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the royal family or the tristan platoon. this sparked a protective streak within the king and prince.

during the showdown with arthur pendragon, she had sustained some serious damage while trying to evacuate the citizens, which further fueled lancelot’s hostility towards the king of chaos.

after getting healed and put on bed rest, lancelot made sure to stick by her side, not wanting to take his eyes off her for a minute. it was bad enough that percy had lost slight control and he and the rest of the platoon almost got taken out by isolde and co.

“you know that i’m perfectly fine now, right? you don’t need to follow me around like this, lance.” the attention she was getting from lancelot was increasingly making her more flustered around him and she wished that he could tone it down just a bit so that her heart doesn’t burst out of her chest.

“i’m not taking any more chances with you. you’re always getting hurt in one way or another, you damn klutz,” he lightly flicks her forehead, snickering slightly when her lips curl into a pout.

“hey! that’s mean—“

“watch it!” lancelot’s arm shoots out to grab her waist, pulling her into his side to avoid her from walking straight into one of the cracks in the middle of the road, curtsey of arthur’s attack earlier. he raises an eyebrow, looking down at her with a ‘see what i mean?’ expression.

“you should pay better attention to your surroundings, princess. i’m not always going to be by your side to protect you,” he gives her waist a light squeeze, not letting go of her.

“yeah, yeah..” she mumbled, trying to supress her thoughts that had begun to run laps in her head from how close he was.

lancelot chuckled slightly as she tried (and failed) to hide her thoughts; one of them did pique his interest. “you think i smell nice?”

she feels herself die inside a little as her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. damn it.

at her embarrassment, he lets out a louder laugh. “you never fail to amuse me, princess. but i must say, thank you for the compliment.”

“you’re a jerk, lance..”

“you know you love me, princess. i know you do,” he presses a kiss to her cheek. she stopped walking to try and process what he had just done.

“did you just..”

“kiss you? yeah, i did. you want another one?” he teased, leaning down so that their faces are inches away from each other.

“i—i..”

“your call, princess. i won’t kiss you unless you tell me to,” he murmured.

unable to form proper words, she nods. lancelot contemplates teasing her some more, but decides against it for now. he presses a gentle kiss to her lips, his hand caressing her waist as he does. they kiss for a few seconds before pulling away from each other, both of them a little red faced.

“c’mon, let’s go see percy and the others.”

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[thealmightea]

🔁 reblog if you ship this couples like me...

[ come back for more to check for the newest because believe me when I said this will continue til the end of time ^^ because apparently I like collecting ships like collecting stamps or coins or cards. ]

in alphabetical order

9-1-1 - Eddie and Buck (Buddie)

9-1-1 Lone Star - Carlos and T.K (Tarlos)

Alles was zählt - Deniz and Roman (Dero)

Animal Kingdom - Deran and Adrian (Derdrian)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Aristotle and Dante (Aridante)

As The World Turn - Noah and Luke (Nuke)

Brothers & Sisters - Kevin and Scotty

Call Me By Your Name - Oliver and Elio (Olio)

Casualty - Jez and Mickey

Class - Matteusz and Charlie

Cuffs - Simon and Jake

Days Of Our Own - Sonny and Will (Wilson)

Dead Boy Detective - Charles and Edwin (Charwin)

Degrassi - Dylan and Marco

Degrassi - Miles and Tristan

Degrassi - Riley and Zane (Ziley)

Demain Nous Appartient - Rayane and Jack (Jayane)

EastEnders - Christian and Syed (Chryed)

El Cor De La Ciutat - Iago and Max (Maxiago)

El juego de las llaves - Valentin and Daniel

Emmerdale - Robert and Aaron (Robron)

Élite - Omar and Ander (Omander)

Eyewitness - Lukas and Phillip (Philkas)

Fisica O Quimica - Fernando and David

Free! - Makoto and Haru (Makoharu)

Free! - Rei and Nagisa (Nagirei)

Free! - Sōsuke and Rin

Freier Fall - Kay and Marc

Glee - Blaine and Kurt (Klaine)

Goede tijden, slechte tijden - Lucas and Edwin (Ludwin)

Grey's Anatomy - Nico and Levi

Hannibal - Hannibal and Will (Hannigram)

Hawaii Five O - Steve and Danno (McDanno)

Heartstopper - Nick and Charlie (Narlie)

Hit The Floor - Zero and Jude (Zude)

How To Get Away With Murder - Connor and Oliver (Coliver)

Hunter X Hunter - Leorio and Kurapika

In The Flesh - Simon and Kieren (Siren)

Interview with The Vampire - Lestat and Louis (Loustat)

Julie and The Phantoms - Alex and Willie

Kuroko no Basket - Aomine and Kise (Aokise)

Kuroko no Basket - Kagami and Kuroko (Kagakuro)

Kuroko no Basket - Kiyoshi and Hyūga

Kuroko no Basket - Midorima and Takao

Kuroko no Basket - Murasakibara and Himuro

Legacies - Ben and Jed

Les Misérables - Enjolras and Grantaire (Enjoltaire)

Love Simon - Simon and Bram

Love Victor - Victor and Benji (Venji)

Man In An Orange Shirt - Steve and Adam

Man In An Orange Shirt - Michael and Thomas

MCU - Steve and Bucky (Stucky)

MCU - Spiderman and Deadpool (Spideypool)

Merlí - Pol and Bruno (Brunol)

Merlin - Arthur and Merlin (Merthur)

Merlin - Percival and Gwaine (Perwaine)

O Beijo do Escorpião - Paulo and Miguel

One Live To Life - Oliver and Kyle

Oz - Chris and Tobias

Please Like Me - Arnold and Josh

Please Like Me - Geoffrey and Josh

Prisma - Daniele and Andrea

Queer As Folk - Ben and Michael

Queer As Folk - Brian and Justin (Britin)

Queer As Folk - Drew and Emmett

Queer As Folk - Ted and Blake

Raw - Geoff and Pavel

Red White And Royal Blue - Alex and Henry (Firstprince)

Roswell New Mexico - Michael and Alex (Malex)

Rykter - Mathias and Erik

Salatut Elämät - Lari and Elias (Larias)

Sala Samobójców - Aleksander and Dominik

Schloss Einstein - Noah and Colin (Nolin)

School 2013 - Heungsoo and Namsoon (Heungsoon)

Sense8 - Lito and Hernando

Sex Education - Adam and Eric

Shadowhunters - Magnus and Alec (Malec)

Shadowhunters - Raphael and Simon

Shameless - Ian and Mickey (Gallavich)

Skam - Even and Isak (Evak)

Skam Belgium (Wtfock) - Sander and Robbe (Sobbe)

Skam France - Eliott and Lucas (Elu)

Skam Germany (Druck) - David and Matteo

Skam Italia - Niccolo and Martino (Martinico)

Spartacus - Agron and Nasir (Nagron)

Spartacus - Barca and Pietros (Bietros)

Station 19 - Travis and Emmett

Suits - Harvey and Mike

Supernatural - Dean and Castiel (Destiel)

Tatort Saarbrücken - Leo Hölzer and Adam Schürk (Hörk)

Teen Wolf - Danny and Ethan

Teen Wolf - Derek and Stiles (Sterek)

The Eagle - Marcus and Esca

The Halcyon - Toby and Adil

The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot (Queliot)

The Maze Runner - Newt and Thomas (Newtmas)

The Night Shift - Drew and Rick

The Old Guard - Joe and Nicky (Joenicky)

The Silmarillion - Melkor and Mairon (Angbang)

The Society - Sam and Grizz

The Walking Dead - Aaron and Eric

Torchwood - Jack and Ianto (Janto)

Verbotene Liebe - Oliver and Christian (Chrolli)

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Young Royal - Wilhelm and Simon (Wilmon)

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In which Synch is better with your powers than you are; Generation X gets some actual training; Artie and Leech are fully feral; everyone gets the hots for Paladin; Zeus has probably fucked a motorcycle at some point; many countries have valleys; and Adrienne Frost is terrible.

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Generation X #52-54

Tristan Brawn (more) (again)

Grant Morrison on suspension of disbelief in superhero media

Honor vs. privilege

School dance themes

Artie and Leech’s habitat

Spider-Ham

Ducktor Doom

Role models

What Gaia is probably definitely up to

Paladin

The Rising Sons

Rollerblades

Dragon problems

Power emulation vs. reproduction

Pokémans

Cosplaying Emma Frost with a beard

Diamond Patch

Muir Island vs. Muir Isle

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Total Alphahole

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Crescent City (SJM)

Pairing: Tristan Flynn x Ithan Holstrom x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was a total Alphahole. After a few months of knowing him, you realized that Tristan Flynn really wasn’t an alphahole, and your body took notice. A lot of fucking notice. For Urd’s sake. Not to mention the absolute sweetheart that is Ithan fucking Holstrom. Cthona save you.

Warnings: Mentions of attempted drugging, violence (sparring, no blood), smut, slow-ish burn (?).

Rating: 18+ (honestly, 21+) ONLY.

Words: 11K+

A/N: I really have no explanation for this. I had a dream about the last scene and spent all day (and night) writing this out? No mention of Ariadne in this one but do not get it twisted, her and Flynn are absolutely mates I just don’t know how to write a Fae having sex with a dragon. I’m simply not that evolved. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Honestly CC2 fucked me up and down and I cannot stop thinking about it so I needed some related but non-related fluff and this happened. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so be nice. Don’t like it don’t read it and all that jazz. Not beta’d we die like men. 😘 I own nothing, all characters belong to SJM.  

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The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was an alphahole. You’d just moved to the city, dying to live outside of a 5 mile radius of your parents and Lunathion welcomed you with open arms. It also helped that your best friend, Marc was in the city. He brought his (then new) boyfriend, Declan to help you move your many, many plants into your tiny, tiny, tiny first apartment. You’d liked Declan, and you still do, but that first day, he made an impression. After all, you’d been friends with Marc for over 50 years, you knew his type. Declan Emmett was so not his type. That’s the first thing that made you exhale in relief when Marc introduced you. For a decade or so, he’d been addicted to blondes that broke his heart, but Declan had burnt red hair, cheekbones that only the fae could possess and an oddly kind smirk.

You could tell he came from money, if the subtle labels on his clothes, ridiculously amazing smelling aftershave and generally unhurried posture told you anything. You glanced at Marc while you shook Declan’s hand, and waved them into your shoebox of a place, fighting a wince when it was crowded with the three of you. You weren’t ashamed of the place, Hel, you’d come from money and power of your own, but you hadn’t wanted that in Lunathion. You’d wanted your own little oasis, and with the design plan you had for every square inch of the place, you knew you’d get it. When Dec clapped his hands together and asked where to start, you knew Marc would propose to the man. And if he didn’t, you probably would. No shade, but Marc had never dated a man who would volunteer for any sort of hard work, or any sort of work at all really. Not when Marc could do anything and everything for them. Which he did, to his detriment, for a decade.

Shaking away the thoughts, you led them down a winding staircase to the lot in the back with a moving truck idling, slid open the back door, and prayed to Urd that everything would fit. Declan rubbed his hands together, cataloguing everything in the space like he was piecing together a puzzle. Marc pulled you to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just let him lead the way on this one sweets. He loves a good puzzle.” He let out a contented sigh, and you grinned up at your best friend, Hel, brother for all intents and purposes, nodding.

It turned out that the two males actually had no intention of letting you help them move your stuff into your place. The second you grabbed for the cabinet, Marc nudged you out of the way and lifted the whole thing with ease. Declan wasn’t any better, only grunting “all good honey” when you asked if he needed help carrying anything. You rolled your eyes after you received that answer for the third time, and padded the four steps it took to get from the living room to the kitchen. If they weren’t going to let you help move your stuff into your own apartment you’d make them something to take home with them. You weren’t deluding yourself into thinking you could make enough food for a male fae and leopard shifter without going astronomically over-budget. Cake? You checked your fridge and pantry, painfully bare in comparison to what you were used to back home. Cookies it is.

You popped in headphones, and lost yourself in the familiar comfort of measuring, sifting, cracking, pouring, mixing and finally, sliding a tray of dough into the oven. You heard a bit of raucous laughter, even through your music, and pulled your headphones out, praying you didn’t actually have noisy neighbors. There were horror stories about loud neighbors in the city. You couldn’t get away from them, and certainly not with Vanir hearing. Thankfully, you recognized the laughter. Well most of it. Marc’s cackle met with Declan’s low chuckle, and danced, but there was another laugh, silky, low and…

“Seriously Marc, I thought this was your best friend? Hel you said she was like a little sister, so why the Hel is she living in this dump?” Your eyebrows pulled inward, guard instantly up. This apartment obviously wasn’t any sort of paradise, but it was yours. “Seriously, I wouldn’t let my worst enemy in this place. I might not even let the Autumn King in here man. I’m pretty sure this place was on the county list to be condemned for Urd’s sake!” Anger began simmering in your stomach. Anger, and something else, because even though this guy was an alphahole, his voice was…really fucking sexy.

“Unlike you Flynn, I don’t try control the females in my life.” There was a sharp laugh from Declan before he exclaimed “What females?” This Flynn person didn’t like that very much at all, if his grunt was anything to go off of.

“Shut the fuck up you dicks. I’ll have you know that I’m not controlling. Not even a little.” Their voices were getting closer to the door by now.

“Uh-huh.” Declan intoned as he crossed into the living room.

“Oh for Urd’s sake! I only brought this up because this is literally the worst district in the city, and I thought you’d be more concerned for her safety, since you care about her that much.” You stepped out from the kitchen, hands on your hips, and peered up and up, and up at the man. You weren’t short, Hel, you were just a touch above average height! But this male…Flynn, was tall, and big with deliciously broad shoulders. Burning fucking Solas. If the apartment felt crowded with three people, it was downright packed when a guy with shoulders like Flynn squeezed himself in.

“I assure you, I can take care of myself.” Flynn raised one perfectly groomed brow and slid his gaze down your frame.

“You’re tiny. I’m amazed you made it to the city alone at all.” Tiny? Tiny?! Never in your life had a male called you tiny. For Urd’s sake, most males you’d been with wondered when you were gonna ‘lose those extra pounds on your belly. And arms. And ass.’ You were not tiny. And you certainly wouldn’t let this alphahole make you feel like it. Your lip curled up in a snarl, but before you could snap a reply, the timer for the cookies sounded. So instead of ending your first day in Lunathion with a murder charge, you scowled at Flynn and his stupid shiny hair, and his stupid perfect skin and stalked the four steps into your kitchen to turn off the oven and remove the cookies to cool.

“Are those your—”

“Spiced butter cookies? Why yes Marc, they are.” This was a game we’d played every time you made the things. It was your grandmother’s recipe, one of three you’d saved from the reckless hand of your parents, who’d thrown everything they could into the hearth after she’d died.

“Did you use the—”

“Best butter from Nidaros? Why yes Marc, yes I did.” Nidarosian butter was hard to come by back home, but here? Let’s just say that you’d scoped out the best grocery markets in the city way before you decided to move here. After all, if you couldn’t find Nidarosian butter, Lunathion would not be a city worth living in. Luckily, they had plenty of the sweet, perfectly salted, creamy butter and it was the first thing you’d stocked the fridge with when you arrived this morning.

“And you baked it with—” This time you answered with a posh accent from your hometown. Rounded vowels and elongated consonants of the richest idiots in your county.

“Love and care? Obviously! What do you take me for?” You and Marc cackled then, at your ridiculous accent and at the questions you went through every time you made these. And maybe you laughed a little in relief too, recognizing that even in this new city, you and Marc hadn’t changed. Not one bit. “Seriously though Marc, thank you for this. And Declan, thank you for masterminding the move. I really appreciate your help.” Declan nodded in your direction, but he was busy looking (gazing was more like it) at Marc, amusement and tenderness dancing in his eyes. “Just give me a second to pack these up.”

You used a bit of your power to cool the cookies while you dropped them into two boxes. You had no intention of giving any cookies to Flynn. And like thinking his name summoned his voice, he spoke. Cthona save us.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Tristan Flynn, most people call me Flynn, but you can call me whatever you’d like sweetheart.” His grin gleamed white and for a second he looked like a cover model for some ridiculous fae product on the shopping channel. Then he cocked his head, lips falling into a smirk, and he looked like an alphahole. You answered with a saccharine smile of your own.

“I don’t think you’d like to hear what I’ll be calling you.” Marc snorted, fully familiar with the running list of names you kept for anyone you deemed an alphahole. Before I could continue, Marc and Declan ushered us all the two steps it took to get from the living room to the front door. Marc scooped the boxes out of your hands with a grin, bringing it up to his nose like the child he was.

“Don’t I get some?” Flynn pouted, and the thought of biting that lip flashed through your brain. You pursed your own lips in annoyance.

“No.”

“Aw come on Tiny. Without me, you wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep.” Your eye twitched at the thought of this male touching your bed and something in your stomach pooled at the thought of his scent on your sheets. You waved that feeling away, calling for the simmering rage you had been feeling before. It came…reluctantly. It was easier when you saw Marc plucking the top box off the stack and handing it to Flynn, despite your answer.

“I could’ve brought it up myself.” You’d have had to use your magic, and would have been totally wiped afterwards, but you could’ve done it. Flynn just snorted and leaned closer into your space. Your fingers twitched into a fist, but his scent was overwhelming, not to mention the aroma of the sweetly spiced cookies wafting up between you two.

“With those little arms darling? You wouldn’t have made it past the first step.” Your brow lifted in challenge. Flynn only grinned his shopping channel smile. That pissed you off enough to feel irrationally wrathful, so you yanked the box of cookies out of his hands and gave it to Declan, instead of your traitorous best friend.

“Declan, it was really nice to meet you. Marc, if I’m not the maid of honor in your mating ceremony, I’ll be pissed for the next century, and a half.” Marc let out a snort and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Declan followed suit, grabbing Flynn’s ridiculously built arm and pulling him out of your space.

“Don’t I get a kiss too?” See? Total alphahole.

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You’d been in Lunathion for three weeks when Declan invited you to his house for an evening. You assumed it was going to be dinner and meeting his roommates so you were in the middle of throwing together a cake for the thing, when Marc called.

“Flynn will be there.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t seen the male since he was in your apartment, well not in person. He did seem so star in a few of your dreams after the fact. Not that you’d tell anyone, least of all Marc. “You’re not allowed to bail. I’m telling you this so you’ll be prepared.”

“But I don’t wanna see Flynn!” You spat the name, cheeks going warm at your whining. You hadn’t acted like this in a long, long time. Marc knew it too.

“And why exactly don’t you want to see him?” You could hear the smirk in Marc’s voice.

“He’s an alphahole. Obviously.”

“Uh-huh. Well honestly, you’ll probably hardly see him. It’s a party, and he’s definitely the life of the party.” It’s a party? Why in Urd’s name— “I knew you wouldn’t agree to go if I invited you, so I had Declan do it.” There was a rustling on the other side of the line and I could hear Declan yelling. “He says he’s sorry for deceiving you, but really wanted you to meet everyone.” Marc huffed a laugh at whatever else Declan said “I really want you to meet everyone too. I mean, if you’re gonna be my maid of honor, you’ll need to know the mating party.” Damn. For as much as you’d teased Marc and Dec about getting mated, you could see it happening, and soon. Marc, unfortunately and annoyingly was right about meeting Dec’s friends. I mean, they couldn’t all be alphaholes like Flynn…right?

“I promise you, they aren’t all like Tristan Flynn. Ruhn’s chill, You’ll love Bryce, and Hunt is obsessed with Bryce so you’ll love him too. Tharion may be an acquired taste for you, but really, you’ll love them. Please say you’ll come.” Marc’s voice had taken on a note of pleading, and you sighed.

“I’ll hardly see him?” Marc let out a laugh. “I’m serious Marc! I almost murdered the male when he called me tiny. I’m sure Declan doesn’t want blood on his carpet.” That made Marc laugh even harder.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think blood is the worst they’ve got on the carpet in that house.” He let loose one more laugh. “I’ll see you at 10!” You squawked at the phone, but he’d already hung up. Turning to the cake cooling on the counter you sighed.

If you were meant to be up all night, you’d better take a nap.

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Marc was probably right about blood not being the worst thing on the carpets in this house. You actually couldn’t believe they even bothered to keep the carpet in this place at all. It was a veritable frat house, complete with the alarmingly sticky floor, ridiculous towel tapestries and sagging couches. It’s a wonder the house was still standing at all. Mirthroot filled the air as Marc pulled you into the living room, lifting the cake from your hands, leading towards a couch and a few loveseats. All pieces of furniture were filled with laughing people smoking mirthroot and sipping drinks. No Flynn in sight. Your shoulders sagged a bit in relief. You were still waking up from your nap, and weren’t nearly alert or drunk enough for verbal sparring with that particular male.

You picked Declan out of the group first, red hair glinting in the the flashing lights of the party.

“You came!” Declan was tipsy, and clearly pleased to see you as he scooped you into a hug.

“And she brought us cake.” Marc lifted the cake and wiggled the plate a bit to get Dec’s attention. Declan saw the cake, eyes wide, and turned back to you.

“I love you, and if you weren’t basically Marc’s little sister, I would totally date you.” You snorted a laugh and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the confidence booster Dec. I’d totally date you too” Declan pretended to swoon and pulled you to his chest in a hug, popping a kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulders.

“Everyone, this is Marc’s best friend!” He cheered, and the group let out an indulgent cheer too. “This is everyone!” Marc laughed at Dec’s introduction and took the reins

“That’s Ruhn Danaan, crown prince and all that,” The male in question winked at you, and you could feel your face warming. “Bryce Quinlan, his sister and reluctant crown princess” Bryce waved off the attention and grinned at you.

“Nice to see I’m not the only one suffering these alphaholes.” You matched her smile and answered. “It’s a thankless, full-time job.” The males in question shouted in protest, while you and Bryce laughed.

“Alright miss ‘full-time’,” Marc continued with a smile. “Next to Bryce is Hunt Athalar, Fallen Angel extraordinaire.” Hunt made a gesture that you were sure was rude, but also ancient as Marc moved on to the last man in their group “That’s Tharion. He’s the mer version of Sherlock Holmes. Sort of.” Tharion didn’t bother with gestures and told Marc to fuck off. You laughed, and Marc and Declan guided you to the couch. You didn’t bother asking about Flynn, you didn’t want to know about Flynn, or his shiny hair, or his bulging biceps, or his place in the group or—You didn’t want to know about Flynn. Not at all.

The party progressed as most parties always do, with mirthroot and shots. So many shots. A couple hours in, you were well on your way to blasted and humming to yourself as your searched upstairs for the bathroom. You’d already been in two other rooms so far and had only found a bedroom and a ridiculously large closet. You pushed the next door open and froze. Tristan Flynn was naked. Tristan Flynn was naked, and licking into a faun twice your size who was also naked. Neither of them was paying attention to you. The faun was a work of art, all supple skin and soft belly and heaving breasts and Flynn wasn’t much different.

You blamed the shots for your slow reaction, for your desire to linger, for the way you catalogued the muffled moans that came from Flynn. You watched for longer than you should have, as the faun rolled her hips over Flynn’s face. As Flynn gripped her thighs and pulled her tighter over him. The faun’s gasp broke you out of your daze and you were more than a bit horrified at your…voyeurism. Then you shook your head, and stumbled out of the room. You were way too drunk for a moral quandary in a frat house.

You found the bathroom soon enough, and after washing your hands, you were ready to leave. Your face was hot, Hel, everything was hot after the drinking and dancing and laughing. You were tired. And you couldn’t stop hearing Tristan Flynn, moaning from under a fucking faun. So you said your goodbyes to the group, promising to text Marc when you got home and to text Bryce in the morning to make brunch plans. You waved off Declan when he offered to walk you to the door, waving your phone and promising that you could make it to your rideshare in one piece all by yourself and dropping a kiss on his cheek.

You were nearly at the door, trying to focus on your phone to figure out where exactly you were supposed to be meeting your ride, when shit went to Hel.

“Hey! Heeeeeeeey, hey. You wanna drink?” You hadn’t noticed the male approach you, drunk and buried in your phone as you were, you probably could have fallen asleep standing up, but something about this male made you bristle and shake off the cobwebs. The male was a bit bigger than you, not someone you’d have a problem getting away from with a few words and a perfectly timed smile sober. But you were not sober. Not by a long shot. In the back of your head, you wondered if that’s why he’d bothered to approach.

“No thanks. I was just leaving.” There. That should do it. You turned back to your screen.

“Well what about a drink before you head out?” You were already shaking your head no when the male grabbed your arm and whirled you to him. He stank of alcohol and something that was definitely harder that mirthroot.

“Let go of me.” You didn’t try to pull your arm away, not yet. If you were going to have to fight, you’d need surprise on your side. Your addled brain knew that much.

“Come oooooon. I’m a great bartender. I can make you something special.” The male winked and you had no doubt that the ‘something special’ he made would not end well for you. So you wrenched your arm back and kicked him between his legs as hard as you could, racing back towards the living room. You’d be safest in a crowd of bodies. The male yowled in pain behind you, but still reached to pull you back. You shook him off another time and bounded towards the stairs, closer to the party proper. “Come back here! You fucking b—”

“I’d watch what you say.” You were so frantic trying to get back to the living room that the voice pulled you up short. Tristan Flynn stood on the bottom step, arms crossed and muscles working casually in a perfectly tight t-shirt. The male in question scoffed.

“I was just offering her a drink.”

“Seems to me like she didn’t want it.” Flynn’s voice was low, dangerous and…hot, your drunken brain provided. For Urd’s sake. Still, the male didn’t take the hint. He stepped towards you, looking equal parts murderous and smarmy. You stumbled back, closer to the stairs. Closer to Flynn.

“Come on, don’t you want to have a drink with me? I promised I’d make you something special.” You stepped back further and jumped as a gentle hand found your back. Flynn’s hand. Flynn. He kept his hand on your back, first between your shoulders then sliding down, down, down to your lower back as he stepped down to the floor beside you, palm heating your skin along the way. He took one step, small, negligible really, but just enough to place himself in front of you. Your stomach swooped and your gaze snapped up to his.

“Do you want a drink from this…male, Tiny?” More sobriety clawed its way to the surface at the nickname, and you narrowed your eyes. Flynn smirked, and nodded towards the male. His sneering face brought a wave of fear your way, and you shook your head no. Your phone dinged with a notification. Your ride was outside. Thank Urd. Flynn peered at your phone and nodded. “Looks like your ride is here Tiny. I’ll walk you out.” He turned to the male in the hallway, face like stone. “You stay here, our crown prince wants a word with you.” The male’s eyes widened, but Flynn just pressed his palm on your back and nudged you forward.

When you were finally outside, he stopped you in front of the car, turning you towards him. His brows were pulled close, eyes skimming over your body in concern.

“Did he hurt you, Tiny?” You could do nothing but shake your head and stare. This Tristan Flynn was a complete departure from the one you’d first met. Hel, he seemed genuinely concerned. “Are you sure? Do you need to report anything? I promised Marc I’d stay away from you tonight, but this is serious. If you don’t want to talk to a male, we’ve got plenty of females at the Aux that can—” You shook your head again, stopping his admittedly cute rambling and catching on the fact that Marc made him promise to stay away from you. Why the Hel would he do that?

“Why would he ask you to stay away from me?” Flynn leaned closer, face flashing with concern, before a small grin slid across his face. This one was softer than his smirks, and a little rueful.

“Apparently, I make you uncomfortable.” You must have looked confused, because he sighed and continued. “You’re fun to tease, Tiny, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. Especially considering Dec and Marc will probably be mated before the year is up.” He shrugged like it was nothing, and maybe to him it was. He surely couldn’t have trouble finding a female or five in Lunathion to tease. Your mind flashed back to the faun, and his moans and… Stop. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“Well, thank you Flynn.” You probably would have made it back to the party with a sore arm, a bruise or two and a bucket of trauma, but Flynn helped you. It made your perception of him glitch a bit.

“Call me Tristan.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Glitch over.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh please do think of me, Tiny. Dream of me, even!” You scoffed, but couldn’t completely conceal the grin that tugged at your lips.

So Tristan Flynn might not be a total alphahole.

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The following months were filled with decorating your small apartment, then redecorating it, settling into your new job at the embassy archives, brunches with Bryce, and of course, parties at the Frat House. It was fun. After your grandmother died and you’d decided to leave home, you weren’t quite sure that you’d find your place. But Lunathion and everyone in it had become home. Hel, Even Tristan Flynn had continued to prove himself to not be a total alphahole. Apparently miracles do happen. Or maybe it was just this odd little group making them happen.

You’d spent more time thinking (and loathsomely, dreaming) about Flynn. Tristan. Ugh. It was getting bad. Marc began bringing him up to see your reaction, and laughing when you directed a withering glare at him. Every. Single. Time. It wasn’t like you’d never had a crush on a male. It’s just that you’d never crushed on someone who was so much a part of your life and the life of your friends. You usually crushed on males so far out of your league that you could put them in a glass case and gaze at them from afar. That was not the case with Tristan Flynn, gods, you were in the stage of the crush where everything he did you wanted to watch. Everything he said you wanted to hear. And it was so godsdamned annoying.

Seriously, you’d never been so annoyed with yourself. And it wasn’t just your heart taking a hit, but your body too. Every time you heard his voice, heat pooled in your stomach. His laugh had your face warming. His gaze on you had you thinking you might actually spontaneously combust. He was just the right amount of charming, kind and alphahole that you never expected to like, let alone crave. Which is exactly why you avoided Tristan Flynn like the fucking plague. That, and you didn’t have enough in your budget to keep buying batteries like the world was ending.

The first party you’d gone to after everything had happened was normal enough, but Flynn hadn’t ever stopped watching you. He’d shift around the room, but he could always see you, and you him. He’d bring you drinks to try and was always ready to roll a bit of mirthroot for you. Hel, he even let you on his beer pong team, despite your warnings (and Marc’s) that you were awful. Flynn only shrugged and laughed good naturedly when you two lost, high-fiving you in mock celebration.

It was after that abysmal game that he brought you another drink, this one in a wine glass.

“Marc told me that you like wine.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t even know the boys had wine in the house. The kitchen was stocked with so much hard liquor you were surprised there was room for anything else. Taking the glass you gave it a sniff and grinned. Somehow, Tristan Flynn had gotten your favorite wine, and from the way he was watching your face, he knew it too. Marc is such a busybody.

“Thanks Flynn.” You raised the drink in cheers and took a sip. Perfect.

“It’s Tristan, remember?” He stepped closer to you, breaching your personal space. Your traitorous body did not mind. Not one bit. Bitch.

“I told you I’d think about it, remember?” A lazy smile slid across your face as you clutched the wine glass. Flynn looked from your face, to the glass, to your lips, and to the glass again. He took another step closer, gripping the glass lightly and cupping your hand in his much larger one.

Your breath caught as he pulled the glass and your hand along with it towards his mouth. Pulling your eyes to his, you found Flynn watching you, all the while the glass moved closer and closer to his lips. Finally, he took a sip and you couldn’t resist watching his lips kiss the glass. He swallowed, and your eyes dropped to watch his Adam’s apple dip and rise. Flynn leaned closer, closer, closer, until he was right next to your ear.

“You drive a hard bargain Tiny. Guess I’ll have to be patient.” You exhaled a breath as his lips brushed your ear, and then between one breath and the next, Flynn was back to normal, standing in front of you, watching your reaction. Watching for discomfort, you realized. Whatever your face was doing, it wasn’t discomfort, so he smiled that soft smile and strolled away, melting into the party.

So yeah, you were avoiding Tristan Flynn, because honestly you were going to have a heart attack or run out of panties at the rate you were going.

No one else but Marc and Dec seemed to notice in the following months. Marc thought it was hilarious, but Dec was worried. So worried he pulled you aside tonight at what was probably your 30th party at the house, and asked if Flynn had done anything to upset you. You were mortified. All you could do was assure Declan that Flynn hadn’t done anything, and that you were just…awkward. Cthona spare you! Bryce took one look at your face after that conversation and told Hunt to stay at the party while you had a girls night. Hunt looked suspicious, but gave Bryce a quick peck and tugged you to her side.

“Be careful Princess.” Bryce rolled her eyes while still managing to look pleased. The walk back to her apartment was quick, filled with heated debate about the latest episode of Fangs and Bangs. When you reached the elevator to her place she turned to you.

“Okay, I wanted to wait until we were in private, but I have to know…What the Hel is going on between you and Flynn?” You gaped at her for a moment, and the elevator doors dinged open. She grinned. “Come on! There has to be something happening between you two. He always asks about you and—” Bryce stopped short, causing you to bump into her. The door to her apartment was wide open, and there was something on the floor, bleeding, if your nose was to be believed. Too small to be Syrinx, thank Urd, but…Bryce slid a gun into her hand from Urd knows where and advanced slowly, calling Hunt. You followed closely behind, ready to offer whatever backup you could.

“…yeah the door was wide open.” A bit more chatter on the line “No, he didn’t say anything.” A crackle from the line. “Well I don’t fucking know Athalar, I would had asked if — Oh my Gods! Ithan?!”

—

Ithan Holstrom was a sweetheart. The ex-sunball player was kind, gentler than you’d expected and way nicer than anyone should be given he lost his brother and was violently removed from his pack a few weeks ago. You and Ithan had struck up a friendship of sorts. One that relied on you teaching him how to bake, and him becoming your personal trainer. You’d always said you’d pick up your self-defense training after a few weeks in the city, but you never did. Mainly because most classes were held at the Aux and you really, really didn’t want to risk running into Flynn. But after what had happened with Bryce and Ithan, you realized that you really needed to get back into it. You were fairly safe at home and work and with the guys and Bryce, but Lunathion was still a major city. You had been slacking, a lot. So once Ithan had healed properly, and he’d noticed your restlessness, he offered to go running with you. Running turned into a running and an hour of lifting, and then that turned into running in the morning, then lifting and sparring after work.

Ithan was distractingly hot, with the biceps and the easy smile and, oh right, the abs, but still a good teacher. He helped you refresh the basics with a shifter twist, and he didn’t even push when you wouldn’t answer his question as to why you weren’t taking classes at the Aux. Instead of pushing, he asked you to teach him how to make cookies.

Which is why you both stood in your small kitchen, Ithan scratching his head while looking at the recipe card, and you distracted by how his biceps moved with the action. You’d already made a few cakes with Ithan, to Bryce’s delight (she was y’alls taste tester), and you knew he could actually handle himself in the kitchen. Which is exactly why you decided to work on a more challenging recipe than just regular chocolate chip.

“Browned Butter Toffee & Chocolate Chip Cookes? Cthona’s tits, are you sure I can handle this?” You grinned at him, pulling the recipe card out of his hands and nodding.

“Of course Ithan. I wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle. Now grab the butter.” Ithan mumbled something under his breath, but it was so low that you couldn’t make it out.

“The Nid—”

“Yes the Nidarosian butter. Just one stick.” You spun back to your cabinets pulling out brown sugar and Ogean sea salt. You both met at the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder as Ithan looked at you for the next step. “Kay so first we need to melt the butter. Can you grab that pot?” You pointed to the one on the shelf to your right, it was closer to Ithan and if you’re being honest, placed so high that you’d have to climb your counter to grab it. You clearly didn’t use it that often. Ithan grinned and grabbed the pot, placing it on the stovetop.

“Why’d you even put something up that high? You’re so tiny, there’s no way you could reach that.” Rolling your eyes, you dropped the butter into the pan and turned on the burner. Do all Lunathion males think you’re…tiny? You weren’t, you really weren’t, but something about you was apparently small to Flynn and now Ithan.

“What is it with you Lunathion males? Always calling me tiny. I’m not that small!” Ithan laughed, picking up on the frustration in your voice.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve…Tiny.” You scowled pushing him away from you. Willing to play along, he leaned to the side, but not before trapping your hand against his chest and taking you with him. Turning a bit so his back was against the wall, he pulled you closer and looked down, catching the surprise on your face. “Does it really bother you?”

You had no idea what on Urd he was talking about. Not with him so close. One arm pulled you closer to him by the waist and the other trapped your hand against his heart. You could feel it beating through the heat sinking into your skin. Hel, you could feel all of him molded against your front, chest to chest. Ithan dipped his head lower, coming eye-to-eye with you. He asked again. “Does it bother you? The nickname?”

Before you could answer, the scent of perfectly melted Nidarosian butter wafted to you and like a spell broken, you stepped back out of Ithan’s grasp.

“We just need to add the brown sugar and salt, then we whisk it.” Ithan pushed off from the wall casually, and stalked towards you, nodding. You added the ingredients, tilting toward the counter to your left for the whisk.

“And how exactly do we whisk?” Ithan was behind you now, hooking his chin on your shoulder. He continued. “I mean, I know you’ve shown me the whisk before, but I don’t quite remember the technique.” He tilted his mouth towards your ear as he spoke, and his voice made your head just a bit woozy. You let loose a breath before dipping the whisk in the bubbling toffee to be. Mixing with a light flick of your wrist you showed him. Ithan hummed in understanding. “I think I get it, but could you make sure I’m doing it right?” Ithan stepped a touch closer, and the scent of his soap and skin urged you to lean back into his chest. Pulling the whisk from your hand, he gripped it and waved it around. “A hand please, Tiny?”

You dropped your palm on top of his hand, fitting your forearm over his larger one. You guided his hand in the whisking motion you’d shown him before. He hummed again, and stepped impossibly closer, pushing you between the stovetop and his body softly. Then he whisked the boiling toffee perfectly, calming the bubbling liquid. He repeated the action every time the mixture began to bubble for the next few minutes.

“Did I do good, Tiny?” You could have sworn Ithan dipped his nose to your neck when he asked for your approval, but the scent of him and the toffee was distracting enough that you did all you could to drag your attention back to the task at hand.

“Perfect.” This time you definitely felt his grin against your neck. Burning fucking Solas.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait for it to cool.” Ithan nodded into your neck once more, then stepped back.

The cookies turned out perfectly.

—

When Ithan moved into the Frat house, you weren’t at all surprised. Ithan was a sweetheart, and you clearly weren’t the only one who thought so, if the attention that Ruhn, Dec and Flynn showered on him was any indication. You’d noticed it when you met up with Bryce at the house before brunch. The guys were having some sort of Sunball watch party, with Ruhn, Hunt, Dec, Marc, Ithan and Flynn lounging in the living room, snacking and talking shit. Males.

Ever a fan of ignoring a problem (crush) until it goes away (Which has literally never happened to you. Not once.), you hurried Bryce out the door and to the elevator. You could feel Flynn’s stare on you as you hustled out the door, and could hear Ithan’s confusion in his “Hi Tiny! Bye Tiny!” A smack sounded, and Ithan squawked. You barely heard the ‘sorry Pup’ before Bryce shut the door.

Bryce was kind enough to wait until you had both ordered brunch before she began her interrogation.

“Okay, what in fresh fuck is going on with you and Flynn? And Ithan?” She added Ithan to the question with a quirked brow. You debated lying, you really did, but you needed to talk about this with someone. A female, and honestly after all these months, you trusted Bryce.

“You can’t tell anyone. Well, I guess you can tell Hunt. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t think…” Bryce tilted her head to the side, face expectant. No more stalling apparently. “Fine…I…I don’t know.”

“What the Hel do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean…Flynn is just a flirty guy right? Like he probably looks at most girls like—”

“Like he wants to swallow them whole?” You choked on your breath.

“He does not look at me like that!”

“He really, really does. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing really…” You told Bryce about the first time you met, and then the party, and by the end, she was looking at you like you had five heads.

“In what universe does him doing all that mean he doesn’t like you? Hel, that’s practically a proposal from Flynn.” Now you looked at Bryce like she was crazy. “I’m serious. He asks about you all the time and the only reason he doesn’t have your number and ask you himself is because you haven’t given us permission to give him your number. He. Likes. You.” Bryce didn’t give you a chance to respond, jumping topics. “And what’s going on with you and our resident wolf-boy?” You groaned and dropped your head to the table.

“Please stop talking about them.” You didn’t want to think about them, especially considering how much your subconscious wanted you to think about them. You’d been having increasingly vivid dreams about the two males in your bed for the past week, and it wasn’t getting any better. When you finally raised your head, Bryce was smirking.

“You know…I can see you three together. It’d be hot as Hel too.” You grumbled a few curses and Bryce cackled as you tossed a bread roll at her head. “Seriously, you need to go for it and put everyone out of their misery.” You groaned and Bryce laughed louder “Honestly, let me know if y’all ever give a show. All those muscles, and your ass? Yeah, I’ll be the first to buy a ticket!”

—

Despite Bryce’s encouragement, you avoided the House along with Flynn and Ithan. You couldn’t think about either of them without getting distracted and more than a little wet, so you stayed away. Not necessarily effective, but…old habits and all that. You were just thinking about the viability of actually making new friends when Ithan called. You didn’t have it in you to ignore the call, and honestly, you missed his voice.

“Hey Ithan!” Apparently, your knee jerk reaction was to pretend that you hadn’t been ignoring him and every male you knew in Lunathion for a solid month.

“Hey Tiny. How are you doing?” Ithan sounded wary, which made you wary.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Well I figured you had to be sick or something to be avoiding all of us like we’re lepers.” Silence suffocated the line and you weren’t quite sure how to respond. You could still hear Ithan breathing softly on the line, waiting. Always so patient with you.

“I— I’m sorry.” You searched for more words. A full sentence would be good. “I’m not sick, I’ve just been, off. I didn’t mean to ignore you, or anyone, not really. I was just…in a mood I guess.” Ithan hummed, and you could tell he was mulling over your response.

“Fine, and because I’m super benevolent and shit,” You snorted at that, but let him continue. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.” It was your turn to answer warily.

“Come to the Aux to train with me.” You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. You were weighing your options. If you could figure out when Flynn wasn’t there, you could train with Ithan then. That way you’d only have to worry about one of your fantasy males instead of two. You’d have to ask Marc or Declan for — Ithan’s voice sounded on the other side of the line. “Tiny? You still there?” You cleared your throat.

“Oh um yeah. I’m here.” You cringed at yourself. Smooth.

“Well, do we have a deal?” You kissed your teeth in annoyance at the whole thing, but agreed anyways. You didn’t want to lose Ithan as a friend, and you knew Flynn could be a great friend too, you just needed to get over your stupid, ridiculously horny crush and you’d be fine. You know what they say, the only way out, is through.

—

You did not want to be Ithan Holstrom’s friend. You definitely did not want to be Tristan Flynn’s friend. Not when the both of them were shirtless, glistening in sweat and lifting heavy, heavy weights side by side in the Aux training room. Urd help you. You’d gotten there early, just in case you got lost on the way, and those extra ten minutes were gonna be your downfall. Or maybe it was Flynn’s back muscles rippling as cleaned at least 200lbs.

The only way out is through bitch. Wipe the drool from your mouth and get in there.

You inhaled the air of the Aux, thankfully it smelled more like disinfectant than a sweaty locker room, and walked into the training room. There were a few other Fae there, but no one you knew. The music rattled your bones as you nodded to them anyways, circling to stand in front of the two males. They looked even more disgustingly delicious from the front. All pecs and biceps and abs on abs on abs. Burning fucking Solas.

“I thought we were training together.” You quipped.

Ithan dropped his bar with a grin, and bounded over to hug you, sweaty limbs and all. You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Not a chance Holstrom, I can smell you from here.” He grinned and lurched forward like he was going to hug you anyways. You yelped and stepped back shouting a quick ‘no way in Hel!’. Then Flynn stepped beside Ithan, placed his hand where Ithan’s neck joined his shoulder and squeezed, just a bit. Ithan’s eyes flashed and the look he leveled at Flynn was…heated.

“You bothering Tiny, Pup?” The words had an effect on you. An effect you did not want to be having in a room full of Fae with sensitive noses. Still, you couldn’t look away from the two of them.

“We’re just playing T.” Flynn turned his attention to you, and your body heated under his gaze. He did a full body scan, starting at your eyes, looking down to your chest, down and down to your shorts and further down still at your legs. When he drew his gaze back up, you swallowed.

“Looks like Tiny is ready to train, Pup. Why don’t you get her warmed up?” Another bar dropped on the floor loudly, and broke you out of whatever trance Tristan Flynn’s eyes put you in. Ithan seemed a bit more focused too, and for the next 45 minutes you warmed up, and did your strength training.

Flynn watched you both the whole time. Paying extra attention when Ithan corrected your posture for your hang cleans and squats. He even watched as you and Ithan moved over to the sparring ring, arms folded, biceps bulging and eyes tracking the both of you he was the wolf.  

Ithan took it easy on you at the start. You didn’t really like sparring in the first place, preferring the conceptual techniques and repetitive training to actually fighting, but you needed the practice. You took a few hits to the shoulder and one annoying one to the cheek, but Ithan wasn’t going full strength. You didn’t ask him to and you were pretty sure he never would have anyways. Your last combo pushed Ithan back on his heels just long enough for you put him in a headlock. Well…your version of a headlock on a male who’s at least a head and a half taller than you. Really, you were hanging onto his neck from behind, but close enough.

You and Ithan laughed, and Flynn applauded from the sidelines. Then, he hopped up into the ring and sauntered towards us.

“Looks like our Tiny has quite a few moves up her sleeve.” You tried to ignore Flynn’s use of ‘our’ as he carried on. “Do you think she can handle both of us at once Pup?”

Your eyes flashed to the male in annoyance, but already you were thinking of strategies. Flynn could tell. The moment his eyes caught yours, they brightened in excitement. Ithan wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know T, It’s—”

“I can take it.” Sweet merciful Cthona you did not just say that. “I mean, I can take you two.” Flynn’s smirk grew as you continued to ramble. “I mean, I can handle you two. In a fight.” Ithan and Flynn shared another look, then turned back to you, grinning.

“Rules, T?” Ithan asked as he circled the ring.

“No scratching, hair pulling or ball busting. Everything else is fair game.” You nodded, already thinking about what exactly you could do and glad to hear that biting was still on the table. Suckers.

The key to fighting multiple opponents hand-to-hand, is to stack them. If one is coming at you from your front, turn so that no matter where the other attacker is, they can’t get to you without going through their friend. You knew the concept of stacking well enough, and had practiced it with at least 5 people at once, but these two males on the mat weren’t simply people. They were trained, and they were ready to lay you down on that mat. As much as the thought appealed to you, you weren’t in the mood to hear the alphaholes gloating about it for the next century.

Flynn grabbed for you first, and you flitted out of the way. You were feeling each other out. He lunged again, and you dodged, but you also noticed Ithan watching, waiting. You noticed him circling Flynn and you, and when Ithan finally lunged, you ran straight for Flynn, grabbing his shoulder and forearm and yanking him in front of you and therefore in front of Ithan.

The two males grunted as they slammed into each other, and you stepped away from Flynn, letting gravity do the work for you. The two tumbled to the ground face first but before you could crow your triumph, Ithan grabbed your ankle and sent you to the floor as well. Ithan swung his leg over your hips with a grin, pinning you to the ground with a wicked smile. He leaned closer to your face as Flynn grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head.

For a moment, all logical thought left your brain as you felt Ithan on top of you and Flynn’s grip burning into your wrists, but then you heard Flynn chuckle. And it was so much like the chuckle you heard when you first met him that you snapped back to reality, shoved your hips up like you were doing a bridge, then flipped over to the left quickly enough that Ithan toppled over and so that within a second, you were on top of him. Take that alphaholes!

While the males were still in shock, you yanked your hands towards your chest, dragging Flynn along on his knees and bit his hands that circled your wrists. He let out a shout of surprised pain and you hopped up and out of their space, bouncing on your toes in fighting stance. Flynn and Ithan stayed on the ground, staring up at you. It was your turn to smirk.

“Told you I could handle you.”

—

You’d been in Lunathion for one entire year. You couldn’t believe how much had changed, how much you had changed but you were grateful. You loved your minuscule apartment, you loved your friends, Hel, you even loved the disgusting Frat House. It had a certain sticky charm. What you did not love was Bryce and Marc, pestering you about Flynn and Ithan.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” You waved them off and continued walking towards the Frat House. Apparently Ruhn was hosting some sort of watch party for something about Sunball. You didn’t really care, but you wanted to be surrounded by your people. Even if they were yelling nonsense at a tv screen.

“Not if you don’t initiate it! Those males are practically salivating over you.” You scrunched your nose at the image of it. “Seriously, how stubborn can you be?!”  Marc sounded more frustrated than usual about the whole situation, and you side-eyed him.

“I’m not being stubborn, but I have no interest in complicating things. We just became friends.” That much was true. You, Flynn and Ithan had formed your own triad of sorts after that first training session in the Aux. There were certain things you always did together, and you wouldn’t give up your post training smoothie session with the two of them for anything. Not even their dicks. Cthona spare you.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, I’m sure you all can figure out how to fuck.”

“Bryce!”

“She’s right, though! Flynn and Ithan are obsessed with you. The three of you are basically inseparable, and honestly, you’d be really cute together.”

“That’s what I told her Marc! She never listens.” You were a few blocks away now, and you rolled your eyes at the two. A phone chimed, and Bryce pulled hers out, scowling at the screen.

“Marc, did you get the ice?” Marc looked at Bryce in confusion.

“Pretty sure you were supposed to get the ice, Princess.”

“ Well Ruhn says that if either of us walk into the House without ice, we won’t be allowed in.” Marc frowned.

“Seems a bit aggressive for ice but…” They both turned to me. “We’re going to go get ice, we’ll see you in there.” Then, they turned away and started walking in the opposite direction. Weirdos.

When you finally made it to the house, it was quiet for once. Creepy. You called out to see if anyone would answer as you pushed the door open, but you were met with silence. Super creepy. You pulled out your stun gun and flicked it on, just in case. You passed the stairwell, and took in the living room. It was dark, no strobe lights or even the light from the TV. Just as you were about to turn tail and leave there was a burst of noise and light.

“Surprise!” What the fuck?

The confusion must have shown on your face, because as everyone in your life in Lunathion cheered and celebrated, Marc walked up to you to explain.

“It your anniversary party! It’s been a year since you moved to Lunathion and joined our rag tag little group. We wanted to celebrate you.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt a watery smile growing. Marc had thrown you a party.

“How did you get everyone to come?” Marc grinned like a cat who caught the canary.

“Oh. No. This wasn’t my idea. This was all Flynn and Ithan. They organized it, invited everyone, the whole shebang. I just showed up.”

“And forgot the ice.” Marc rolled his eyes.

“There was never any ice…” He kept talking, but you tuned him out. You scanned the room for a sign of the two males, but they were no where to be found. So you interrupted Marc’s rambling for answers.

“Where are they?”

—

You found Ithan in the kitchen in front of a yellow three-tiered monstrosity and a piping bag in hand. He was humming to himself as he piped purple flowers onto the cake. You called his name to get his attention.

“Tiny?” He whirled to face you, smile widening as you stared at him, and then the cake. He followed your stare to the cake and jumped up, towards you, hands coming to cover your eyes. “Close your eyes Tiny! It’s bad luck for you to see the cake before the…um, time for cake.” You snorted.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot right?” You turned to face him head tilted up to see a bit of vulnerability in his eyes. You opened your mouth to say what, you weren’t sure, but Flynn breezed in, and answered for the both of you.

“Pup, you’re our idiot. Isn’t that right Tiny?” Flynn winked at you both, and rounded the counter. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled both of them into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You squeezed them tighter. “Thank you.” You pulled back a bit, and Ithan nodded, glancing at you with a soft smile before he returned to the cake. When you turned to Flynn, your eyes widened at the intensity of his gaze.

“We’ve got you Tiny. Just like you’ve got us.” You melted a bit at the sincerity in Flynn’s eyes, and nodded in agreement. After everything that happened this year, you would absolutely go to bat for every person in this house right now, especially Flynn and Ithan. Flynn smiled after a moment. “Now go enjoy your party baby, we’ll see you in a bit.” Your heart stopped at the endearment, but Flynn merely guided you to the threshold of the kitchen and nudged you towards the party.

—

You’d never had so much fun in your life. Flynn and Ithan had arranged for you to play a bunch of stupid party games that you’d never been able to try out at the regular Frat House Parties and they were fun. You had all the people you loved under one roof, playing games, yelling to your favorite songs, shoveling yellow cake with purple flowers into their mouths and you felt light and happy and loved. That was all thanks to Flynn and Ithan. So, before the night wore into morning and your friends were all too wasted to appreciate it, you gave a toast.

“First of all, I want to thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure I’d last a week in Lunathion, let alone a year, and I’m beyond grateful to have you all here celebrating this with me. When I first got to the city, I was so sure I wouldn’t find home again,” you’d thought home had died a while back, with your grandmother and her cottage and her love. “But then I met you all, and I remembered exactly what home feels like. And now, thanks to you, I get to love my life, love my friends, and love my home.” Everyone ‘Awwed’ in the way drunken friends do. You caught Flynn and Ithan’s eyes watching you.

“I also want to thank Flynn and Ithan. We had an…interesting start…” Everyone laughed, and Flynn quirked a smirk. Ithan just grinned like the puppy he was. “But they’ve become a huge part of my life, and I want to thank them both for putting all of this together for me.” Everyone applauded until Ruhn fell backwards on the couch next to Dec, releasing a gust of air and smirking.

“Dec, I think we better find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” This time, everyone laughed and though you felt embarrassment heating your face, your eyes also caught Flynn’s, then Ithan’s. Maybe Ruhn was right. Maybe Bryce and Marc were right.

—

Everyone left in about an hour. Everyone but Flynn and Ithan. You had started to clean up the living room, not willing to leave all of the work to the males. Especially not after all they did.

“You should not be cleaning Tiny. This is your party.” You turned towards Flynn, grinning. He walked towards you, and in a display of boldness, or maybe comfort, you draped your arms on his shoulders. Your hands came together around his neck, and as he tilted your chin up, your hands played with the short hairs falling onto his neck.

“I’m pretty sure the party’s over Flynn.” Flynn hummed in acknowledgment and dipped his head lower, lower, lower, towards your lips.

“Always so astute Tiny.” Then, finally, Flynn kissed you. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, and Flynn luxuriated in the kiss, in your lips. Here was the kiss you’d been dreaming and daydreaming about for the past three months. The kiss that curled your toes and sent fire rushing through your veins. Finally, finally—

“Finally.” You giggled at Flynn’s words against your lips. “Come to bed with me, baby?” Your heart jumped at the endearment again, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around Flynn’s waist as he lifted you closer to him. He kissed your neck as he walked you up the steps, into his room. He had you back down on the bed before you could even think about the last time you were in his room.

Flynn plastered himself onto you without hesitation, nuzzling your neck and nipping your ear.

“Is this okay Tiny?” You nodded frantically, and he continued kissing your skin, first down your neck, then to your chest, right above your tits. “Is this okay baby?” You nodded again. Annoyed at the absence of his lips. He chuckled and returned his attention to your skin nipping and sucking and driving your out of your mind.

Flynn moved further still, pulling off your clothes with ease and caressing your stomach with a hand, then a kiss, then another kiss lower and lower and —

“Burning Solas Flynn!” He nipped at your clit before lifting his head.

“Say my name Tiny.” He locked his stare with yours, then gave your pussy an experimental lick. Your hips jerked up, but Flynn braced his forearm over your them, holding you in place. “My name baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He dipped down to lick into you again and you keened.

“T, please.” You’d liked hearing the short name coming out of Ithan’s mouth and had been dying to try it since you first heard it. Apparently, it was not what Flynn was looking for. He nipped at your clit again, the pain curling your toes until it melted into pleasure as you did your best to push your pussy onto his face, chasing more of his tongue and teeth and lips.

“Not quite.” You whined.

“You let Ithan call you T, why can’t I call you T?”

“Because,” Flynn gripped your thighs and pulled your closer to his face as his stare heated your body. “My name belongs in your mouth baby.” Then, Flynn dipped his head back to your pussy and licked and sucked and—

“Tristan! Fuck” And apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Flynn—Tristan ate you out until all you could think was ‘oh Gods, oh Tristan, oh my fucking gods.’ By the time you came, your hands were deep in his hair and your legs were locked around his ears. Tristan lapped up every single bit of your orgasm, happy to have your legs wrapped around his head for as long as you wanted.

When you finally released your legs he crawled up your body with a goofy grin.

“What did you think baby?” Even though he just gave you a five star orgasm, you couldn’t resist messing with him, just a little bit. So instead of giving any short verbal answer, you shrugged. That set him off enough to tickle you, and you did not think this through. You shrieked through laughter as his fingers dances along your sides and your kicked fruitlessly between his braced legs. Finally you slapped his arms to get his attention.

“I gotta pee Tristan! I gotta pee!” You were still mid giggle when he stopped, face soft with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you go because you called me Tristan.” You rolled your eyes at his proclamation.

“You’re ridiculous.” He hummed in agreement and rolled off of you so you could get off the bed.

You stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Tristan laughing at your baby deer impression, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Flushed, eyes bright, happy. Happy, happy, happy. You peed and while you were washing your hands, Tristan pulled the door open. You turned off the sink and dried your hands as he crowded closer, lifting you to sit on the counter.

“You were taking too long.” You grinned as he leaned in to kiss you and lost yourself his lips for a bit. Soon enough, Tristan was rocking into the crook of your legs, his clothed cock pressing against your increasingly wet pussy. You moaned his name, and Tristan growled, rocking against you a bit firmer.

“We should—” you gasped as he pushed against you again “We should take a shower.” Tristan groaned and you began to pull off his shirt. “Seriously, I want a shower.” You ran your hands down his chest and reached for the fly of his jeans “I want a shower with you Tristan.” You began pushing the jeans down his legs, leaning into him further to whisper in his ear. “Please, Tristan.” That was all it took.

Tristan wrapped your legs around him as he turned, stalked into the shower and yanked the knob to turn it on. You yelped as the cold water his your skin. Tristan let out a low rumbling laugh as he sucked your neck. “You wanted a shower baby.” Then he pressed you against the wall, dropped to his knees and lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You’d be the first to say you wasted a lot of water.

Tristan didn’t let your legs touch the shower floor until you were begging for more. The water had long gone cold as you tried to focus on seeing rather than feeling. Tristan rose up, cock standing at attention, and wrapped your arms around his neck. With his eyes locked on yours, Tristan guided himself to your pussy and pushed in, past the tightest ring of muscles in your wet heat until he bottomed out.

“Burning fucking Solas Tristan.” He could only groan in response, stilling even more as you began to wiggle on his cock, urging him to move. You were full to bursting and need him to move. “Please.” Before he could start pounding into you like you both wanted, Ithan walked in, headphones blasting music loud enough that you could hear it over the sounds of the shower, completely oblivious to the two of you. Well, he was, until he took breath and scented the air.

His eyes flashed to yours then traveled down your neck and chest, catching on Tristan’s back and…ass, you assumed. Tristan rested his head against your neck for a second then slowly pulled you off of his cock. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, head leaning back against the tiled wall. Tristan guided you to your feet, and turned to Ithan.

“Hi Pup.” Ithan swallowed, and stared at the both of you, transfixed. “Tiny and I are taking a shower, do you want to join us?” Ithan nodded silently, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs. Tristan moved you in front of him, and he dipped his fingers into your pussy for just a moment. You gasped, leaning back into his touch. “Great, you can help me make sure Tiny gets clean.” You whipped your head towards him, but he only stared at Ithan.

“Tiny, baby, can you help Ithan get ready for the shower?” You nodded, carefully stepping out of the shower and towards Ithan. Pushing yourself up on your tip toes so that you could kiss him while you slid his shirt off, kissing down his chest while you pushed his pants down his legs, kneeling further to nuzzle your face at his hips as you pulled off his briefs and pressed a kiss to the left of his thick cock. He had more girth than Tristan, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

One little lick couldn’t hurt, and you didn’t have the self control anyways. Grabbing Ithan’s cock, you licked a wet line on the underside of his cock savoring the taste of the precut dripping down. Ithan groaned, but before he could do anything, Tristan spoke.

“Pup, come put Tiny on my cock.” Without question, Ithan lifted you in his arms, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You whimpered as he walked, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abs. When he made it to the shower, and lifted you towards Tristan you could see a string of your wetness reaching from his abdomen to your pussy. The sight was enough to make all of you groan, and as Ithan lifted you back towards Tristan you dropped your head back onto Tristan’s shoulder.

“Good boy, Pup.” Ithan let out a whimper, and a pump of precum slipped down his shaft. Your pussy clenched in solidarity. Tristan gripped your thighs, spreading you open right in front of Ithan. “Hold my cock still for her Pup.” You couldn’t see much as Tristan lowered you back onto his cock, but you couldn’t help the breathless wail that escaped when he dropped you onto the last few inches.

You felt Tristan’s groan rumble from his chest to your back, and you tried to breathe normally. With Tristan filling you up and Ithan playing with your tits, it didn’t really work. Ithan groaned, and you noticed he was gripping his cock in front of you, staring straight at the point where you and Tristan were joined.

“T, please.”

“You’re both so polite when you want to get fucked aren’t you?” Before you could snipe at him, Tristan fucked into you one, two, three times. Hard. “Pup, I want you to get on your knees and clean Tiny’s thighs and pussy up. She’s made quite the mess.” Ithan dropped to his knees just like Tristan directed, and began lapping at your thighs. As you relaxed into the feeling, Tristan began to move, fucking up into you. By the time Ithan got to your clit, you were well and truly floating.

“Great job Pup, I think you deserve a reward.” Ithan rested his head on your thigh as Tristan continued to coo. “Don’t you think Ithan deserves a reward Tiny?” You nodded, dazed. Tristan lowered your legs to the ground and leaned you forward. You whimpered at the feeling of Tristan’s dick pushing deeper into you. “Stand up Pup. Let Tiny clean you up now.” Tristan grabbed your left arm for leverage as he resumed fucking into you, and you used your other to reach for Ithan’s cock.

You started at the tip, licking the precum away and savoring the taste. You listened as everyone’s moans echoed off the bathroom tiles and when Ithan grabbed your head, you sank deep into that floating feeling. You licked down the rest of his shaft, and sucked him down so far you felt him in the back of your throat. It wasn’t long until Ithan was groaning just a little bit louder than you and Tristan.

“Ready to come Pup?” You couldn’t see his answer, but you felt Ithan tense under your hand, and within seconds, he was filling your mouth. Ithan switched from holding your head to stroking your hair, and allowed you to suck until he was so sensitive he had to pull out of your mouth himself. As soon as Ithan pulled out, Tristan began fucking you in earnest. You closed your eyes as Ithan caressed your face. Soon enough, you were ready to cum, and Tristan could tell, he slowed his pace and pulled you back up against his chest. Ithan followed, stepping back into the tub, pressing his chest to yours and nuzzling into your neck.

“Pup, you want to help Tiny come hard don’t you?” You felt Ithan nod against your neck. “Then I need you to rub her little clit, while I finish fucking her tight little pussy.” You whimpered at the words. “Can you do that for us Pup?”

“Yeah T.” Ithan’s voice was raw and low. Nearly a subvocal growl, but he didn’t seem to notice, merely planting his hand on your belly and brushing his thumb across your clit. You jolted at the feeling and Tristan resumed his pace. It took you seconds to fall off the edge and you pulled Tristan along with you easily.

The three of you panted together, you sandwiched between the two men you’d been dreaming about for months, fucked beyond belief, and so freaking happy.

“I think we should all get to my bed and rest up before round two. What do you think Tiny? Pup?” Tristan accented your nicknames with a nip at your cheek causing you and Ithan to giggle before breaking out into laughter, stumbling to Tristan’s bedroom to do exactly as suggested.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I wasn’t seeing enough Tristan fic honestly, and decided to write my own. I was def inspired by ‘And They Were Roommates’ by @vermillionflames and this ask by @writingsbychlo (I’ve absolutely devoured their Azriel fics so I’m not surprised at least one of them inspired me 🤷🏾‍♀️) cause it was just so cute! 

I also saw this amazing art and took one look at Flynn’s wiki picture and knew I couldn’t resist writing this one. I’m not really a smut writer (I’m definitely a smut reader 😏) so I hope it was okay!

🍪 If you want the recipe to the cookies you and Ithan make, you can find it here. They are so fucking good y’all, totally worth the effort! 

Happy reading (and baking)!

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

A thief, A friend, And a brother

Chapter 2

Chapter summary: It feels like after you meet someone you notice them a lot more everyday doesn't it? At least with Mr. Dixon that’s how it is.

Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count:1,282

Estimated read time: 9 minutes

Chapter 3 is out!

A/N:there are a whole lot of original characters names in here, the reason being the flow of the story, while I would love to put real characters names it wouldn’t make sense going forward, I also promise they will help the relationship later, the first few chapters are more background and relationship set up than anything else, hope you enjoy, Daryl time soon.

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You enjoy the places you work, the diner is a little more fun than the liquor store but they were both quite easy for you. You loved the social aspect of the diner and how you could connect with your customers, but you also loved how calm the liquor store was most days. It was also common that you did small day work at the local bookstore for an old man named Mr. Hamlin who paid you for your efforts.

On this particular day your schedule looked like this: 6am-1pm at the diner, then 3:30pm-9pm at the liquor store.

You get dressed and by 5:20 you are out of the house. You arrive at the diner after a short walk at 5:46 and say a quick good morning to your co-workers. your favorite of the employees being a shorter spunky girl named Kaya and a very nice but sheepish named Denise. As you hang up your jacket and put on your apron, customers start entering. The day was fairly quiet until a familiar face from last night entered the diner with a couple friends in tow.

“I got this one yall” you yelled to the other servers as you walked over to the table he chose.

Merle looked up at you and smiled his flirtatious grin. “Well goo’mornin’ darlin’ how you been”

You rolled your eyes at his tone and chuckled a bit “I’ve been great Merle”

“That’s great” he looked at the people of his table and began to point “that one right there is-“

You cut him off and began your own pointing “Tristan, Bentley, Buck, Skrewy and..”

You hesitated and looked at the last person. Daryl didn’t look much like his brother, he was smaller, with more hair and a mole next to his mouth. One thing they did have in common though was their bright blue eyes that looked like doll eyes in a way.

“Oh!” You snapped out of thought. “Daryl, sorry my brain goes 100 miles a minute”

You look back at Merle.

“damn girl you know everyone”

“Well Tristan is my friends older brother, Bentley comes by the liquor store every Sunday for a big cup of Mountain Dew, and Skrewy fixes all my shit when it breaks”

You always knew your town was incredibly small, everyone seemed to be in everyone else’s business. It seemed that everyone knew your neighbor Dolores slept with Roger the mailman- everyone but her husband that is- and the same could be said for Mr. Roberts on 13 Jawson rd sleeping with mrs abbigail when his wife Sharon isn’t home, or how everyone knew Mrs. Crawford was retiring. Everyone knew almost everything and everyone.

“Darlin’, can we get a couple of burgers and beers for the table?” Merel gestures to the table of people while he talks.

You quickly wrote the order on the notepad and asked if they would like anything else before giving the order to the cook. The whole time you served other tables you could feel someone’s eyes on you, those electric blue eyes belonged to Daryl Dixon. Why did you stop when you had to say his name? Were you thinking about all the rumors you heard of him and his family? Did you have something to say? Or did you just not want to serve the town trash? All things were going through his mind as he stared you down. He had a habit of hating people before giving them a chance and to him you were no different than the others.

“____! order for table 6!” The cook shouted for you from across the diner.

“That’s on me!” You yelled backed before going to get the plates and drinks

“Here you guys go, 5 burgers, one with no lettuce, 3 with fries, and 5 beers. Enjoy.”

“Oh we will Miss____, thank you”

You continued your rounds and after about an hour Merle’s party left, and a couple hours later it was time for you to head to the liquor store. With a quick goodbye to Denise and Kaya you were walking your way to the store.

“Well good morning Mr. Murphy!” You yell at the old black man who always seemed to be outside the store smoking his cigarette.

“____ you know good and well it’s no longer morning….. but hello to you too” he chuckled and took another inhale of his cigarette before you walked inside.

“George?! Are you here?!” You cup your mouth looking for your boss.

BANG,CRASH……tonk

“God damn it!!” You hear your boss yell from the back room.

“Are you okay!?” You run toward the noise

“I’m fine, but the shelf and a month’s supply of mega gulp cups are not” he kicks one of the fallen cups in frustration.

George was an interesting man, to you at least. He had long brown hair to the middle of his back, dark brown eyes, and a horrid mouth on him only challenged by a sailor. You often found yourself getting lost in the tattoos that covered the man starting on his forehead, down his chest and arms and eventually falling down to his ankles. For being such an intimidating looking man he was quite childish, but in an extremely fun way. One time the two of you went to go buy his daughter clothes at the thrift store and you spent almost half an hour just looking for where he and his daughter kept disappearing too (they were inside the clothing racks everytime, giggling and screaming when you found them).

“What in the world happened anyway?” You asked a little befuddled at the scene before you.

“I tried grabbin’ the fucken Marlboro shipment box to restock and the shelf crippled itself, cups and the packs went everywhere.”

“Oh I’m so sorry could I help you?”

“Nah I don’t need it, just get out front and work the register, if anyone asks for Marlboro tell them we are out”

“And the cups?”

“I’ll put an out of order paper on the soda machine”

A slight sigh of frustration exists both of you before you walk into the front of the store while George cleans up. As if by coincidence the moment you get behind the register glass you make eye contact with 2 pairs of blue eyes.

“Oh!” You squeak in surprise.

“Well welll darlin’ this the 3rd time in the last 30 hours, you stalkin’ me or somethin?” Merle says, beaming with a cocky smirk.

“Who would stalk you?, And last I checked you’ve been to my friends house, my first job at the diner, and now you’re at my job at a liquor store. Sounds to me like you’re the stalker Mr. Dixon” you returned the smirk.

“If you two are done being fuckin weird I’d like my fuckin smokes” you finally hear the younger brother, Daryl, speak.

“Oh I’m sorry, what kind?”

You knew there was nothing wrong with this man. You had never even met before today. All knowledge you had of him was rumors. “That Dixon boy was in another damn fight”, “the Dixon boys caused another commotion”, “those Dixon boys were caught with drugs again” but you never confirmed any of these things to be true. ‘I don’t believe he was caught with drugs. Merle of course but I can’t see the younger one with them.’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the man while he scanned the cigarette options on the display behind you. ‘He’s got one hell of an ill mannered attitude though; as long as I don’t make him angry everything should be okay.’

The man finally looks back to you from the display and says “Marlboro”

‘Well fuck’

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Special thanks to my beta reader, Niaxn!

Thank you for reading

[maya-matlin]

From any fandoms, pick 3 of your favorite ships from each letter of the alphabet (based on their ship name) ex: A:(three ships) B: (three ships) and so on. If there’s only one that exists per letter that’s okay too! 😊

Uh.. I'll try! I can't promise anything for some of these letters.

A:

1.) Adam & Becky (Degrassi)

2.) Angel & Cordelia (Angel)

3.) Alex & Marissa (The OC)

B:

1.) Betty & Jughead (Riverdale)

2.) Brooke & Lucas (One Tree Hill)

3.) Brittany & Santana (Glee)

C:

1.) Chandler & Monica (Friends)

2.) Cory & Topanga (Boy Meets World)

3.) Craig & Ashley (Degrassi)

D:

1.) Drew & Bianca (Degrassi)

2.) Dan & Blair (Gossip Girl)

3.) Dawson & Jen (Dawson's Creek)

E:

1.) Ephram & Amy (Everwood)

2.) Elizabeth & Jason (General Hospital)

3.) Emily & Naomi (Skins)

F:

1.) Fred & Gunn (Angel)

2.) Faith & Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

3.) Felicity & Noel (Felicity)

G:

1.) Graham & Megan (But I'm a Cheerleader)

2.) Georgia & Joe (Ginny & Georgia)

3.) Ginny & Marcus (Ginny & Georgia)

H:

1.) Holly J & Sav (Degrassi)

2.) Hannah & Bright (Everwood)

3.) Henry & Alex (Red, White and Royal Blue)

I:

1.) Isak & Even (Skam)

2.) Iris & Miles (The Holiday)

3.) Isabel & Kyle (Roswell)

J:

1.) Jay & Manny (Degrassi)

2.) Joey & Caitlin (Degrassi)

3.) JT & Liberty (Degrassi)

K:

1.) KC & Clare (Degrassi)

2.) Kirsten & Sandy (The OC)

3.) Karma & Amy (Faking It)

L:

1.) Luke & Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

2.) Logan & Veronica (Veronica Mars)

3.) Leo & Piper (Charmed)

M:

1.) Michael & Maria (Roswell)

2.) Marshall & Lily (How I Met Your Mother)

3.) Mike & Phoebe (Friends)

N:

1.) Nathan & Haley (One Tree Hill)

2.) Nancy & Steve (Stranger Things)

3.) Noah & Allie (The Notebook)

O:

P:

1.) Pacey & Joey (Dawson's Creek)

2.) Pacey & Andie (Dawson's Creek)

3.) Patrick & Kat (10 Things I Hate About You)

Q:

1.) Quinn & Santana (Glee)

2.) Quinn & Logan (Zoey 101)

R:

1.) Ron & Hermione (Harry Potter)

2.) Ricky & Gina (High School Musical: The Musical: The Series)

3.) Riley & Maya (Girl Meets World)

S:

1.) Sean & Ellie (Degrassi)

2.) Shawn & Angela (Boy Meets World)

3.) Sam & Mercedes (Glee)

T:

1.) Tiny & Shay (Degrassi)

2.) Tristan & Miles (Degrassi)

3.) TJ & Cyrus (Andi Mack)

U:

V:

1.) Victor & Tea (One Life to Live)

2.) Veronica & Cheryl (Riverdale)

3.) Veronica & Betty (Riverdale)

W:

1.) Willow & Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

2.) Waverly & Smash (Friday Night Lights)

X:

1.) Xander & Sarah (Days of Our Lives)

2.) Xander & Anya (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Y:

1.) Yousef & Yana (Skam)

Z:

1.) Zig & Maya (Degrassi)

2.) Zoe & Grace (Degrassi)

3.) Zane & Riley (Degrassi)

[pleasereadmeok]

A Goode Year 2022

I’m doing this a bit early coz I won’t be around much over the holidays.  Every year I sit down to write these thinking - hmm - we didn’t see enough of Matthew Goode this year.  [NEVER enough]  But then each year I’m surprised by how busy he is. 

January was all about season 3 of A Discovery of Witches. 

[📷 Sky]

Sadly it was a shorter season due to Covid but we got to see Matthew Goode back in the suit and cashmere for Prof Clairmont once more.  And he held babies.  😁

Stop animation ‘The House’ was released on Netflix - 

[📷 Nexus]

...  and we all watched and wondered what the hell it was all about.  Matthew played this guy called Raymond - 

Coz you just look at Raymond’s felty face and your first thought is ‘Matthew Goode’? Nope.  Anyway this got quite a following from the stop animation fans and won some noms and awards so all goode. 

Also in January we got our very first glimpse of Matthew Goode in ‘The Offer’ when this little teaser dropped - 

[📷 Paramount +]

There he is - BOB!  

More promos appeared later in January including this gem - 

[📷 Miller Mobley]

February gave us more of Matthew Clairmont in his sharp jackets and cuddlesome cashmere. 🤤

We also got the amazing trailer for ‘The Offer’ and all of our hopes were fulfilled when we got our first look at Matthew’s awesome portrayal of Robert Evans. 

The best thing was that other people noticed it too and at last Matthew got some love for his acting skills from the critics.  

In other news - The Wine Show moved to it’s new home on AcornTV AND Matthew surprised us by attending the London Premiere of ‘The Duke’. 

He was obviously excited to be there and we loved seeing him in the flesh again. 

‘The Duke’ was just what Brits returning to the cinema needed - an old fashioned Brit comedy drama.  Matthew shone as ‘star’ barrister Jeremy Hutchinson and he was so convincing that he’d definitely be the one I’d call if I needed representing in court - 

 In March we said a final farewell to ‘A Discovery of Witches’ 😢 but not before we got to see some adorable Matthew outtakes - 

Meanwhile Matthew was clearing out his wardrobe and putting a lot of goodies into the ‘Auction for Ukraine’.  It wasn’t until later that we found out that the idea and most of the organising had been started by Matthew and that he roped in some high profile friends to help. 👏 

April was wall to wall ‘The Offer’ promotion.  We haven’t seen Matthew do so much promotion for a project since 2014 so this was heaven for Goode fans -

 So many funny and engaging interviews to enjoy but I swear if I hear him say ‘timbre’, ‘cadence’, ‘YouTube’ and ‘wormholes’ ever again I might have to scream.  

Better still - Matthew attended the LA premiere for ‘The Offer’ so we got another red carpet interview and even more new pics of him - 

[📷my edit from Extra TV youtube]

When ‘The Offer’ premiered on the 28th April - OMG Matthew was incredible as Robert Evans.  A stunning performance in every way. 

The Bob show continued through May and we got more goode interviews and articles to enjoy.  Just going to highlight this one in the LA Times - https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2022-05-05/the-offer-paramount-cast-matthew-goode-robert-evans   coz of the gorgeous pictures by Dania Maxwell

[📷 Dania Maxwell/LA Times] 

Matthew and Sophie were also invited to the London premiere of ‘Top Gun’ - presumably by Miles Teller?  Anyway - he gave us a little wave on red carpet TV - 

[📷 screenshots from Red Carpet TV and Tristan Fewings]

At last we saw Matthew do another chat show!  In June he was a guest on NBC's ‘Late Night with Seth Meyers’ and joked about getting into American Football and trying to get X [R] rated movies from his local store as a kid ....  

Matthew attended the New York Premiere of ‘The Offer’ the next day - 

[📷Michael Loccisano/Getty Images]

Paramount + launched in the UK later in June and Matthew introduced ‘The Offer’ to the audience - 

[📷 Mike Marsland/Dave J Hogan] 

Matthew’s amazing work on the Auction for Ukraine was finally revealed in a fun guest appearance on The Chris Evans Radio Show.  We also got the first hint about his next project - with an acting hero 🤔  

[📷 Virgin Radio]   

One of the top auction lots was a lunch hosted by Matthew and friends at Hide restaurant - 

[📷 Hide Restaurant]

Before Matthew headed off for his summer holidays in July he found time to guest on ‘This Morning’ with Alison and Dermot.  

He talked about how he nearly missed out on getting the part of Robert Evans due to visa issues 😱 and he confirmed that acting hero he would be working with was indeed Anthony Hopkins!

Matthew headed off to Greece for a family holiday but found time to take a selfie with some fans - 

[📷 Paul and Kerry Hulme - cropped for privacy] 

July also brought us the official trailer for ‘Medieval’ and we got to see Matthew swaggering about in lavish cloaks and that glorious ginger hair - 

Matthew turned up with Hugh Bonneville at a Coldplay gig at Wembley arena in August - 

Medieval was released in September so we saw more of Matthew’s spectacular costumes and THAT hair - 

What happened in October?  Not a lot but in November we did get confirmation that Matthew would be working with Anthony Hopkins on the movie ‘Freud’s Last Session’.  

The movie will be based on the play by Mark St. Germain and Matthew will play C.S. Lewis.  

So I think that brings us up to date.  It’s been a Goode year for showcasing Matthew’s superb acting skills with his perfectly crafted role as Robert Evans in ‘The Offer’ and watching him actually enjoy promoting a show has been a highlight for me.   But if I have to choose the best part of the Goode year - Matthew’s work in getting together the Auction for Ukraine needs a special mention - coz he sure won’t mention it.  He obviously worked really hard on calling in favours and getting things moving and as a result the Auction raised £838,900!  So well done Matthew and all of your friends who helped! 👏

[mooved-nowon]

My oh-so-cool otp list: not ever finished

Haruspex x Bachelor (Pathologic (first one))

Steve x Jonathan (Stranger things)

Gonta x Korekiyo (Danganronpa)

Saihara Shuichi x K1-B0 (Danganronpa)

Gundam Tanaka x Soda Kazuichi (Danganronpa)

Evan x Connor (Dear Evan Hansen)

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Larry x Sal (Sally Face)

Nautica x Nightbeat (Transformers IDW) (friends w benefits + Nautica is more of a top)

Fulcrum x Misfire (Transformers IDW)

SIMPATICO/ Brainstorm x Perceptor (transformers IDW)

Prowl x Jazz (Transformers)

Starscream x Bumblebee (Transformers IDW)

Optimus Prime x Megatron (Transformers IDW & Transformers Animated)

Optimus Prime x Ratchet (Transformers Prime & Transformers IDW)

Hahahaha batjokes (do i really need to) (batman)

Deckard x Gunmax (Brave Police)

Duke x Shadowmaru (Brave Police)

Johnlock (oops) (Sherlock BBC)

Aziraphale x Crowley (oops) (Good Omens)

Jayce x Victor (Arcane & League of Legends)

Vi x Caitlyn (Arcane & League of Legends)

Jhin x Victor (MAJOR OOPS CRACK SHIP CRACK BESTIES threated seriously) (League of Legends)

Yuto Oui x Nio or Moroku (what is this oh my god) (1bitheart)

Netzach x Yesod x Chesed or any variation of em (Lobotomy corp. and Library of Ruina)

Yam x Milk (Cookierun)

Almond x Roguefort (Cookierun)

Phillip x Clarence (in a Venom way) (i am sick) (Penumbra)

Sigukin x Jack (marikin online 4)

Zakuro x Taiyo (marikin online 4) (zakuro top, taiyo powerbottom and hermaphrodite ikenumas implied)

Koritora x Otsukin (marikin online 4)

Paracelsus x Merlin (SUCH A CRACK SHIP... i love it tho) (Fate: Grand Order)

Bedivere x Tristan (Fate: Grand Order)

Ryuji x MC/Akira/Ren (Persona 5)

Yu Narukamu x Yosuke (Persona 4)

[minamotoz]

op you've absolutely converted me into a chullingsworth shipper. They're leagues ahead of everyone else. imo, speaking as someone who went thru something very similar to what miles did with his dad, Winston was the ONLY friend to handle things relatively well. supported him, let him vent abt his dad, while still not pushing him to do anything to escalate the situation. winston loml. They're peak idiot x responsible dynamic too. They went to ROME TOGETHER?? gay. I love my bisexual kings They're in Love

AUGHR ANON YOU'VE MADE MY DAY !!!!! chullingsworth is so underappreciated :( ur so right winston really was the only one to treat miles properly in the midst of his whole relationship w his dad, ESPECIALLY in NC1 . very frustrating how the show never really acknowledged it, it felt like the way he treated miles was credited towards tristan which was very odd. but yes theyre just so !!!!!! augshs dont you love it when you go on a platonic trip across europe w ur platonic bestie

[angelhummel]

your glee/degrassi posts made me curious: which degrassi characters do you think are similar to the glee characters? i'd compare spinner and puck for example.

Oof not sure now I feel about that lmao. I have sooo many wildly fluctuating thoughts on Spinner that they all kind of average out into "he was ok" lmao. God honestly Spinner vibes for Finn more than Puck like aww I was a big dumb loser with no direction in high school, guess I'll become a cop/join the army (: I mean Puck too lowkey but that was just doubly dumb bc he was basically doing it for Finn like ?? calm down alksjfsdklgs

Plus there's so many more Degrassi characters than Glee characters so I feel like one Gleek is worth six Degrassians lmao

First of all Finn and Rachel want what Jay and Manny have, let's just say that. Super talented destined for stardom singer actor girl and her bf who works on cars and plays drums?? Janny outsold

Also with Jay and Alex I get Pucktana vibes. The ultimate lesbro lmao

Also Brittana are Palex and i dont ship either of them like the seemingly dark and brooding Latina lesbian with the soft spot for the preppy blonde bi cheerleader... Those dynamics look familiar

Quinn, I hate to do it to her, but a little Becky a little Darcy... Churchy good girl with the shitty parents who are oblivious to her struggles. Maybe also a little Jenna just for the teen mom thing but Puck could never and would never stoop so low to be a KC. Maybe also a little Fiona for Quinn??

Umm Karofsky and Riley are the same character. I think the only reason I like one and hate the other is bc Max could act :| Sorry bout it

I already went on record saying that Miles Hollingsworth is just fanon Sebastian Smythe alksjfslkfjs

Mercedes and Liberty a very little bit?? Mainly when it comes to Rachel/Emma & Manny acting like they were always such close besties when it's like ?? 75% of the time yall were hating on her!! Umm Terry for superficial body image issues lol. And ugh I don't know how I feel about this but maybe a little Clare?? Like in regards to keeping her faith and her relationship to sex etc etc

Actually I can very clearly see Kurt and Finn as Marco and Spinner bc I imagine s1 Finn would rather choke to death on a piece of food than let a gay guy give him the heimlich <3

Oh duh Kurt and Tristan. bc Finn and Owen (: But also bc they both have very theatrical personalities and similar arcs with body image issues and also they're both iconic

Artie is like JT and Toby's son idk

Kitty gives me early Holly J mixed with early Becky vibes

Tina maybe. Ellie and Ashley vibes :x I'm sorry alskfjslkfhs. And also superficially Leia in that they are both Asian and the show didn't care about them (:

Brittany is Lola (derogatory)

Whew that feels like a lot lmao but that's all the ones I can think of right now!! Lmk what you think!

[degrassi-fandom-confessions]

tristan x miles had potential up & till tristan said something biphobic… like they had some cute moments but good lord

[deliciouspirateangel]

degrassi for the tv show ask 🥰 and if you want since it's not on the list - game of thrones? (although sansa is ofc the only character that counts 😇)

Yay thank you! I'll do both but it's gonna be so uneven lol. Like there's a million Degrassi things worth mentioning and also my GOT knowledge is so fuzzy so... not gonna be much there lmao. But whatever Degrassi is the superior show anyway, duh

Degrassi -

favorite male character: Jay, Tristan, Eli, Miles, Marco, Zig, Jimmy, Drew, Tiny, Connor, Dallas... So many (mostly) good boys

favorite female character: Manny, Alli, Alex, Bianca, Clare for the drama lol, Maya, Fiona, Imogen, Zoe, Jenna, Holly J, Jane, Liberty... That's enough lol

least favorite character: So so so many. Dave, KC, Esme, Frankie, Lola, Ellie, KATIE, Dylan. Then like anyone who should be in jail like Peter, Derek, Hunter, Luke (who was in jail yay) and any adult that had a relationship with one of the students

prettiest character: Manny! Alli also. And Alex until she got that nose job lol

funniest character: So hard to focus on comedy when so much of this show makes me miserable alskfjslks. JT is an obvious one. Moe. Also Jake when he started smoking pot asjsalkfs. A lot of them make me laugh but not for reasons I should be laughing lmao

favorite season: Hmm that's a hard one. Probably like 9-13?? The Clare era. But there's honestly something happening all the time like there's hardly a dull moment. Except all of Next Class, no one needs to see that

favorite episode: Again I just binge this show so much that it all runs together and I don't really remember episode titles lol. For some serious episodes, Rick shooting up the school, and then the one dealing with the aftermath of Cam's suicide. For some fun ones, Degrassi Goes Hollywood (mainly the Manny plot) (even tho that also makes me cry), the bottle ep that's an homage to the Breakfast Club, and the Vegas Night ep is ridiculously iconic

favorite romantic ship: JANNY. I knew they got together before they did and I was literally like "nope sorry im never gonna ship this" well. Here we are. Also love Fiona/Imogen, Alli/Dallas, Connor/Jenna, Tristan/Miles, Drew/Bianca, and Eli/Clare, bc they were so dramatic you have to love them

favorite family ship: Again I hate all these awful awful parents so no one there. Maybeee Adam and Drew? Aww and Dallas and Rocky, and Mia and Isabella <3

favorite friend ship: Fiona and Eli, JT and Toby, Alex and Jay, Adam with Eli and Clare, Tristan with Maya and Zoe

worst ship: Any adult dating a teenager, obviously. All the actual abusive ones (which includes Zig and Esme [put him in the hospital], Jenna and KC [criminal negligence], and Drew and Katie [rapist]). Frankie and anyone, Peter and anyone, Ellie and anyone alskjfslkfs. Miles and Lola, Alli and Dave, I could be here forever talking about this so I'll stop <3

GOT -

favorite male character: Hodor. And Sam, Sam was nice. Aaand Grey Worm ig

favorite female character: SANSA STARK QUEEN OF THE NORTH BABYYY. I also like Margaery, Brienne, Olenna, Catelyn, Shae, and Missandei

least favorite character: Daenerys Flopgaryen. And like all the obvious ones - Joffrey, Ramsay, Petey, whoever. At least they were good villains lol

prettiest character: All the ladies I listed above <3

funniest character: Umm Olenna?? She had all those sick burns lol

favorite season: literally couldnt even tell you

favorite episode: the one where joffrey dies is pretty fun. and the red wedding. uhh the battle of the bastards? that was a good battle i think

favorite romantic ship: Sansa and me <3 i really couldnt tell you this either lmao idk

favorite family ship: the tyrell family? rip

favorite friend ship: sansa and margaery

worst ship: all of them tbh. special shout out to dany x khal and dany x jon bc people actually like those lol

send me a show!

[xplainthexmen]

In which the theme is too many inkers; Cecilia Reyes has no patience for your bullshit; Genosha’s going to be just fine (it’s not); we would watch a supercut of Fabian Cortez getting punched; we bid an abrupt farewell to Gaia; and comics are exhausting, yet captivating.

X-PLAINED:

Dazzler’s murder trial

X-Men Unlimited #24

The past and future of X-Men Unlimited

Doctor Cecilia Reyes

Ghost Pirate Cap’n Bloodscream

Wolverine and friends

Pushing your kid out of a plane as a basic first aid skill

Banter

The Silver Samurai (Keniuchio Harada)

Sunfire and the Big Hero Six

Projectile-based wordplay

Irene Adler, spoiler machine

Genosha (again)

The Cabinet of Doctor Lensherr

Magneto’s panties

Stupid metaphors

Football stars and their football cars

Magneto’s nuanced and baby-filled past

Generation X #51

Hunter & Tristan Brawn

Helicopter grandparents

Artie & Leech, perpetual moppets

Emma Frost, forever traumatized

Generation X’s new costumes

Gaia as the Bird Boy of Generation X

Peach Momoko’s Ultimate Armor

Sauron and the Lizard’s agendas and fashion

Comic book collecting preferences

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