#mmm actually that could make sense to another hc i have...

[melodic-haze]

Jinhsi is glowing in the game..i for real thought it was a bug or something and then i open twitter and people be saying the same things..how can she looks so goddamn beautiful..Like she can go from all softie to a literal badass woman..i want her so bad.

Imagine we as her lover omg i can't. Jinhsi is a type of lover who caress your face in the morning and put our safety first GAHGH WANT HER SO BAD

☆ — DEMO TRACK: Jinhsi x Reader

☆ — TYPE: SFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None :3

☆ — NOTES: I AM SO SORRY??? THIS WAS FROM FUCKING MAY OH MY GOD. I have another ask after that'll tie into this (more specifically, NSFW hcs for her 😊) saur yeah. Anyway GUYS LOOK A SFW DEMO....WOW I swear I'm multifaceted

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2

She is like. Green flags all over idc idc I NEED HER man she's so sweet my baby 😩😩😩 I need her dawg just having this woman as your lover must be like. So nice as long as you accept that she's working with an extremely busy schedule

Even then though I DO think she'd make time for you. She's a very balanced girlie who's learnt how to balance between working and resting, preferrably with you :3

She makes a point to always ALWAYS wake up next to you. I'd say that she's an early riser as well so she probably just lays there on her side, brushing her hand on your face and your body as she waits for you to wake up. Could she just get up and carry on with work? Yes, and perhaps you've even offered that she could bc you KNOW being a magistrate means you're never NOT busy.. but she's always declined, saying that the first thing she wants to see in the morning isn't work but rather the joy on people's faces as a result of her hard work with keeping the peace.......and that is especially the case with seeing you alive and satisfied in her embrace 🥰🥰🥰🥰

The first thing you feel when you wake is a soft kiss on your bare shoulder, the contact warm and tender yet brief.. but then it comes back as quick as it went and you can't help but sigh in contentment as your eyes fluttered open.

The first thing you see is not Jinzhou's magistrate but rather a woman of pure elegance, her seemingly luminescent white hair flowing freely and expectedly unkept after a lovely night (and you could never tell if it was due to her connection with Jué or if it were a natural reflection of the light). Though to you, she was still nothing short of perfect, with the way the morning light had bathed her pale skin with such an ethereal glow.

"Good morning, dearest."

The first thing you hear is the sound of her soft voice, a groggy rasp to its undertone as a result of a good night's sleep with you.

"Mmm.. morning."

That was the only form of verbal exchange the two of you had for a while as you both laid on the bed without any intention of hastily diving back into the real world. You simply turned around to snuggle closer to your gentle lover, your limbs tangled together before you leaned in at the same time.

There it was, the first thing you taste and the first thing you smell being her, all five senses filled with nothing but her. And considering how busy her life is, you wouldn't have your mornings any other way.

You don't actually know how long you've spent there in silence, cradling each other and exchanging tender kisses without a need for words. You don't really care, and neither does your beloved girlfriend despite the responsibilities she has. But of course, you know better than to question her.

You could have stayed there until the end of time but alas, duty does call.. and so do your stomachs for a good meal.

The both of you sit up at the same time, as if attuned to each other, and give each other one more peck before parting.

"I can make something for breakfast," you offered, "though if you need to leave now, then that's fine too."

Jinhsi shook her head, "I have a counter-offer; let me do the cooking this time."

"You sure? You know you don't have to do that."

"Shh," she places a finger on your lips for a moment before dropping her hand, "I want to. You deserve to be treated every once in a while, so let me?"

"..You always convince me, even though it feels like you're wasting your time for me."

"I wouldn't, as you say, 'waste my time' in doing so if I didn't love you."

WIFE MATERIAL WIFE MATERIAL WIFE MATERIAL I LOVE YOU JINHSI

Throughout your day to day basis I feel like she likes to keep tabs on you to make sure you're okay. She isn't oppressive with it, doesn't have anyone directly guarding you and looming over you or stalking you at every direction, bc she knows you can handle yourself and function independently and she doesn't want you thinking she doesn't trust you!!! But she often asks people if they've seen you around and how you're faring. I think at some point, people end up doing it on their own bc they can tell (with much amusement, ESPECIALLY for Changli) how much she cares about you. Even Sanhua makes it a point to report to her if she sees you somewhere HAHAHA

Speaking of Sanhua, considering how you two are tied together then she's also technically your bodyguard by proxy 🫶 so expect to see her a lot. She'd have a soft spot for you as well, starting off bc you make Jinhsi happy but then over timr you'd probably bond anyway (and Jinhsi's cheery ab having her two precious people get along :3)

She also sends you gifts if she can't see you for the day or a certain period of time. A random courier delivers it to you personally with a knowing smile on their face and you're usually surprised with how it's either something you've wanted for a while now, something you thought about today as you passed by a certain store, or just something that she says in a note reminded her of you 🫠🫠🫠UGH I'M SO LONELY

Ofc being in a relationship with Jinzhou's magistrate also means suffering the downsides aka being basically the prime target for anything that may source as a way to get to Jinhsi with more.. hostile means. Doesn't necessarily happen much bc she takes safety SERIOUSLY but ofc it does happen. Not to mention in general as well, with all the tacet fields popping up left and right

She wants to be able to protect you 24/7 but she does know constant protection would suffocate anyone, with the way she's able to essentially assign the fiercest most intimidating people to basically surround you. But she does try, if not by having others to do so then by herself

Watching Jinhsi fight felt like nothing short of an ongoing art piece painted onto a canvas.

She was unfazed, unbothered and ever so graceful—her sword cuts through the Tacet Discords so cleanly as she executed each one without so much as breaking a sweat. Despite the chaotic conflict, however, it felt as if she were simply dancing through each Discord with their shrieks and screams as her very own orchestrated accompaniment.

..What a morbid thought, though your lover still seems to make it seem like a beautiful visage anyway.

The two of you had only wanted to venture beyond Jinzhou's city walls for a nice picnic, but of course the risk of encountering random dangers had caught up to you, hence the situation.

You knew you wouldn't have to wait for long though—and you say that with such jarring nonchalance because a situation like this is more than some random nuisance, except you have the Sentinel's blessed willingly protecting you—because Jinshi's making short work on the Discords like they're nothing. As expected, of course, though there was that valid twinge of fear mixing within your excitement and awe at her power and her fighting prowess.

A blink, and the final Discord falls to her sword, the metal of her blade echoing out a metallic, reasonating sound that announces the battle's finality. And with it, the Echoes of the last Discord she had felled is stood there, sparkling a glittering gold.

She looks back at you with a concentrated glare, the horns on her head and the aura surrounding her signifying the final fragments of her silent aggression, before she blinks out of her state and reverts back to the seemingly docile woman that you spend your days with.

The white-haired woman licked her lips before speaking, her gaze darting from you to the still Echo, "A see-through visage of you would make for a nice anniversary gift, no?"

You snorted, walking over to her now that the field's been cleared, "Are you implying that you'll kill me so that I end up like the Echo there?"

"Goodness, no! The Echo's presence simply sparked an idea within me." She laughs despite the fight she had just gone through, and the sound couldn't be more musical to your ears, "I simply want to immortalise your memory, perhaps with my presence as a cameo?"

"Even though you're arguably the more important public figure out of the two of us? Why not just have us together, on equal standing?"

"..Why, that possibility had slipped my mind. Perhaps I'm not thinking straight."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"You must be winded, then... How about we find a spot to sit for our picnic, and then you can rest all you like? I did promise Sanhua that I'll have you back relaxed, unhurt and in one piece."

She raised an eyebrow mirthfully, "I still think she should have been more worried about you. I can take care of myself, as you've seen."

"Yeah, well-- ..wait, do you think she'd chew me out for having you fight for me?"

Jinhsi simply gives you a cheeky grin as she walks off, the playful expression a rare view on the Magistrate.. but extremely beautiful nonetheless. And you are left to chase after her, the both of you giggling as you stride through the now-peaceful plains.

And the whole thing has you thinking, that perhaps there is a more.. convenient way of immortalising your bond together, without a need for artificial Echoes or transparent tributes.

All you'd need is a ring.

And maybe better accompaniment instead of the screams of her enemies.

Idk how I ended up with a proposal teaser I'm ngl tk you what the fuck LMAOOO this is what happens when I don't plan anything. Contrary to popular belief I think marriage is a scam but this isn't about me 🫶

Dating Jinshi's obvs not gonna be sunshine and flowers with the risk and how busy she is bc she's leading an entire region, but surprisingly it's pretty close :3

[thefloatingwriter]

In love with your Wiress portrayal!! And overall the D3 lore is driving me crazy(in a good way), I love how your hcs are so well thought of and so very realistic and nuanced, your account is an absolute treat to Wiress and Beetee stans!!! now I know that you did not like SOTR that much but I have to ask, what was your opinion on Wiress as a mentor+how Suzane explained her 'madness'? Very eager to hear what your take is!

before i get into my thoughts i would just like to say tysm anon 🥹 i’m so glad you enjoy my hcs and find them realistic and nuanced. also: “your account is an absolute treat to Wiress and Beetee stans!!!” 😭 sobbing (in a good way) thank you!!!

anyways. let’s start with wiress’ “madness” than mentoring simply because i didn’t like it. i didn’t like the way suzanne handled it, it felt icky and strange and really really weird. like wiress being tortured for being haymitch’s mentor due to his rebellious activities in the arena, that were technically caused by beetee??? mmm yeah no. i actually had to reread the page where it was mentioned simply because i couldn’t fathom that suzanne actually decided to make that canon. goes to show you…

wiress mentoring haymitch… mm. i wouldn’t mind this as much as i did if it felt natural at all. i feel like we should know more about how mentoring for another district works before i accept wiress as hay’s mentor. 1) it doesn’t make sense to me for wiress to be another district’s mentor on a QQ year. not just that, but with two times the extra tributes. i can accept this more with mags, since she’s from a career district, but with Three??? yeah no. 2) why wiress??? it’s never addressed (that i know of, sotr felt like a fever dream to me) why wiress was chosen as haymitch’s mentor. not just in canon, but also in terms of the overall series. in catching fire, we see no indentation that haymitch and wiress have any sort of relationship. this is the same for mags. on the other hand, haymitch has a genuine connection with chaff and seeder, both victors that came before him and could logically be his mentor. it also makes far more sense for them to use a victor more accustomed to mentoring instead of the one right before haymitch???? who has yet to mentor AT ALL????? weird choice ngl. really strange for your first year of mentoring to be forced to mentor kids from a random other district. honestly it just felt weird to me, similar to suzanne’s explanation of wiress’ “madness” but less serious.

[convxction]

ooc. because of replaying and rewatching abyss made me think of .. if plegia got the whole we gonna 'make our god' sort of thing since valentia's days (looking at you asshole forneus) they def made the whole 'copies/ replicas' and that sort of. hold my chaotic brain. it is cooking weird stuff.

but think about actual avatar copies in the castle, maybe mindless puppets no soul because we know our avatar homie got the soul and gwima pew pew, maybe some turned to risens, maybe idk here and there but like they are unrecognizable due to their lets say degrading and stuff (you wouldnt tell it is avatar because of how they look whoops.) maybe the grimleal were like uh oh. we are about to go down so we should erase them (aka feed them to gwima oopssyyy.)

but another thought was like we didnt get confirmation that the ylissean army got the papa krumb back right? so .......COULD THEY HAVE HIS BODY AND LIKE EWIUEHEUEUEHEU LETS MAKE A COPY SO WE CAN USE HIS BRAND TOO AND LIKE MAKE A SUPER PUPPET SOLDIER TO COUNTER THE NAGA WORHSIPNAPERS. hold my hand im still thinking about that jerk who tricked cynthia. IMAGINE THAT JERK WAS A KRUMB COPY? OR HIS FATHER BUT LIKE ...rouge. he escaped and was like u know imma do my thing XD i know that part was supposed to be a joke for cynthia's story but come on they should've made the guy at least ...look like krumbino. he does not look anything like him and it hurts cynthia's character i and wont stand without doing anything! my girl is ....good. questionable brain cells but she is good. at least it wouldn't make sense she falls for someone like that. like come on she could ask to his brand. no one can fake that brand my dude even as a tattoo. i feel like no tattoo could compare to the real brand. i feel like i got distracted. back to what i was thinking. or i think i was thinking. the brain is not braining my dude.

it would be cool to have avatar replica, whether got a soul and personality of its own, or not. avatar could come to the 'oh. that could be me. im lucky. i should value this life i have now. HENCE WHY I SHOULD YEET MYSELF TO GRIMA WEEEE'

maybe krumb replica! as i hc that he do look like his father the expectation is his father got somewhat baby face and he is the luigi death stare at you. lmao.

me throwing the EYEHUEUEHE EMMERYN BUT THAT SPOT PASS IS JUST .............never mind.

i never stop thinking about the deadlords and how they are krumb and his crew (l.ucina said it and i take her words for it.) i wonder if it is grima's attempt in that fallen world to make them risens but then like with his death or idk the whole parallel world thingy they regained some ....idk 'will'? regret of their passing away without fulfilling their goal--offing da lizard.

basically im a ho who gets obsessed with one idea and runs with it and now i want to inflict pain and suffering on krumb because who ese would i do that to, huh? it is his fault for being the easy to go muse in my brain. your fault blue man. i want a krumb replica. and no, isaac not you. stay safe my homie. stay safe or lucina and hope will murderize me.

gah. like do you know how twisted things can get? the guy just waltz and probably trick some people and some of the crew and just eyo that is a fake guy over there. faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakerrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

and kurmb like: huh ? ? ? ? cynthia: *triggered* sumia and cordelia: le shock frederick: on the case to figure out who is his lord so he set the other on fire lissa: *one thought: two chroms? heck yeah more to prank--wait this is serious oh no~ she can sniff the replica with ease watch her* avatar: *traumatized*

listen if anyone can tell the replica from the real is rebecca XDD his wife just take a look at the two of them: mmm yeah thats not my man. i can shoot him right? and chrom in a corner falling for her again: wow... but how? ALL REBECCA GOTTA DO IS CALL CHROM 'DADDY' and ofc we know krumb went to UGE and he knows what does 'daddy' mean and he just cringe like he never cringed before. probably covering his ears like NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH STAAAAAAAAAAAHP THATS UUUGGHHHHH!!!!

i feel like i never once make a sense when i write these my brain tells me posts lmao. anyway. replicas. excuse me to bother ppl with this then. hmu if you want a copy.

battle of the century. krumb vs no brand krumb vs replica krumb vs rkc ....eheeheighgeheguegheugehgehgeugehgegegeigehge bye.

[moonbyunniee]

HI!! <3 I requested the first set of physical touch hcs and I am un-anoning this time round because hi I love your writing sm 🙏 so firstly thank you for doing those for me !!

i noticed ur post looking for request so i thought I’d drop in with another if that’s alright? if so i was hoping you could do something of childe with a reader who is otherwise very confident and outspoken, but becomes flustered and lost for words everytime he tries to flirt with them if that makes sense? i am such a simp for this man it’s unreal 😭

thank you so much if you get round to this! if not dw it is totally understandable ofc <3

facade of confidence (let me see your other side)

characters ➵ childe

cw ➵ fluff, praise, it gets the tiniest bit suggestive towards the end

a/n ➵ ahh hi hello hi!! the physical touch hcs were honestly so fun to write! you have such good ideas my lovely🤍and yes i have to send out request posts every so often bc i barely ever get asks😭but anyway thank you for the idea, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!! sending lots of love <3 p.s. at time of writing that is definitely a rose pfp i see (she's actually my bias in blackpink ehehe :D)

childe - 达达利亚 ➵

childe loves the way your personality contrasts so severely in public versus in an intimate moment between the two of you

this man loves teasing you about everything and anything

in public, he'll save your reputation by keeping his mouth shut and simply watching you

this takes every single ounce of self-restraint he has within him

but every so often, he'll indulge himself and sidle up close to you, a cocky smirk playing on his features

you, of course, know what's going to come as soon as he does this

"hahah...y/n, you're just so confident right now, aren't you...hmm? certainly not the y/n i remember, is it now? oh i'm sorry, i don't think i heard you~"

so you immediately blush as he rests his hand ever so gently on your thigh

his long fingers ghosting your skin as he leans in close, bending down slightly so that you can hear him clearly

his warm breath hits the shell of your ear as he whispers teasing words

watching your cheeks burn red as you try your hardest to stay composed

"mmm...y/n, what do you say it's my turn to be confident now, hmm? give you a little rest..."

and you can't really do much to make him stop teasing you

it just...feels so good for some reason, being teased by childe like this

and like that, it's all you can do to tremble under his simplest touch

he smirks, and you can literally feel his smile forming against your skin since his lips at stationed right at your ear

childe's muscular arm snakes around your waist, locking you in his embrace as he starts leaving kisses along your neck

letting his lips trace a line down to your collarbone as he speaks into your ear with the huskiest, deepest voice you can imagine

"how about...we take this somewhere private, hmm? that's a good girl, just for me, hahah~"

[keef-a-corn]

Dat’s right, People, it’s time for ‘Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!’

This is for season 1, episode 19: Rock Bottom.

Genuinely started crying when I realised. No. You cannot be serious. I can’t do this again…

I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.

ALSO! I try my best to note points for every character, but tend to get a little caught up by Bee (although I think I do a pretty good job with the notes regardless) so do be warned.

I will say that compared to my last episode notes, I’m a bit more upbeat. I finished ep 18 then went straight onto this, so I have no explanation as to why I’m more calm.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:08 - mm delicious quality. Look at those smexy rocks.

00:31 - After Operation: Breakdown, if I were to theorise that it was actually a Cybertronian body, no one could say otherwise.

00:46 - They need one of those backpacks with a leash attached.

00:51 - especially considering that the conversation had very heavy implications that the mine was a dead end. This show would be a lot shorter if they put Miko on a leash. Could’ve been longer if they gave bots the recovery arcs they deserve though-

00:57 - Bulkhead’s father skills. I love it… Okay been a bit deprived of Dadimus and Bee content, so there’s a part of me that’s wants to redraw this scene so it’s Optimus running after Bee.

01:01 - Kinda vibing with Jack in these past few episodes.

01:29 - *throws into the crowd of Megatron and Starscream fans* FEAST!

~intro~

02:23 - Please tell me someone has a hc that Megatron goes spelunking in his free time.

02:38 - Would it be wrong for me to say I’m kinda vibing with Megatron rn?

02:42 - Starscream has an outline for some reason. Probably lighting.

02:47 - indulge: To allow oneself to enjoy the pleasure of something.

So he d o e s like spelunking.

03:08 - it absolutely would not :D

03:31 - A lot of the time when a character uses a bunch of buzzwords, it’s just a bunch of gibberish. TFP writers really said ‘hold my beer’ because I’d be lying if I said that the explanation didn’t make sense.

04:17 - mmm beautiful camera angle. Really shows the power imbalance.

04:22 - *throws to the Megatron fans* FEAST!

04:24 - What’s going on? Why does Starscream look so cute??

04:43 - excuse me how the fu-

04:54 - … HC Megatron reads body language excruciatingly well. Use that for your fanfictions if you so desire.

04:57 - Why would be so that?! C’mon. Ya could’ve used that.

05:00 - I cannot b r e a t h e ! Can he even see Starscream at that point?!

05:08 - Mmmm walk cycle. Also heavily animated Megatron(?), he’s very expressive in this moment.

05:30 - I adore the contrast of Megatron being expressive, but also unapologetically confident, while Starscream’s stiff and moves like a pigeon that hasn’t quite worked out that it should be flying away.

05:35 - Megatron’s like a theatre kid. It’s so compelling. I feel like I should be bored, but there’s another part of me that cannot look away.

05:51 - He said the title! Wee Woo!

06:20 - how did Arcee not hear them? I get that Megatron wasn’t exactly loud, but they were making noises that was most likely amplified by the tunnels.

06:22 - Megatron’s looking up, not at them.

06:47 - Smart choice, Starscream.

06:51 - let us take a moment to question wtf Megatron thought was going to happen. He had every intention of killing Starscream, but once his attention was drawn away, did he really think Starscream was going to stay back? It’s not like Megatron would need any help anyway, it’s Arcee. As much as she’s a girl boss, she doesn’t really stand a chance against Megatron.

08:27 - that shot lasted too long. + Apart of me was kinda hoping that it would cut to Optimus being like ‘My Primey senses tell me Arcee and Bulkhead are in trouble.’ Then Ratchet there like ‘your what?.’

08:54 - Jack using an Autobot curse. Really getting into the lingo aren’t ya, Jackie boy?

09:05 - Is that a reference?

09:16 - cue Surface Pressure

09:26 - this is a Metaphor for his emotional maturity and how he’s able to carry himself without being emotionally charged nor emotionally constipated. It isn’t- but it totally could be.

09:45 - okay but like, what if he did let go? Slowly, of course.

10:16 - There’s something so enjoyable about a character reacting in a way that is so unbelievably in character for them.

10:39 - Damn. Using your head there, ain’t cha?

11:24 - okay but why has no one come looking for the bots yet?

12:36 - Maybe the rocks are a metaphor for emotions? Arcee let’s her emotions get the better of her, Jack’s learnt to roll with the punches, Miko need to work on it but finds herself getting tired and having to give in, Bulkhead ends up in over his head and needs to let out steam otherwise he will get hurt, Starscream will always be on the run, but will work on himself too and Megatron’s buried too deep.

12:44 - *cri* noooo Bulkhead

13:09 - Aside from that being Optimus’s line, good job, buddy ol’ Jack.

13:35 - I hope Miko’s learnt her lesson.

13:47 - aww sweet pea!

14:10 - world’s most beautiful visual. Megatron’s got some very strong lights in his eyes.

14:25 - Even Megatron knows when he should be defeated.

14:38 - I know he’s right but like… man how I wish he did kill Megatron, or at least try.

14:45 - Why not with Bee? You two have tea together after all (IYKYK)

14:56 - from the way he moves it’s safe to assume he wiggling. Is Megatron secretly a worm? Perhaps.

15:24 - Somewhere in some universe Bulkhead’s a parent.

15:47 - hit me baby one more time. + If Bulkhead’s arms locked would he be able to continue to hold it?

16:43 - this camera angle really puts into perspective how large Starscream is.

16:56 - Ayo 🤨

17:48 - but the way Starscream said Miko- damn

18:17 - Her tears look like they were made on ibisPaint X

18:40 - Power imbalance shown through the angle

19:23 - Bulkhead’s mouth guard is fraggin hollow? Excuse me??

19:43 - The nicknames *cri*

19:50 - Why is that such a ‘main character’s bully gets told off’ scene?

20:20 - depends what from.

———————

And that was Rock Bottom. Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Ain’t a favourite but that’s alright. It's a good episode, not my style, but certainly one that deserves love.

[fruitcoops]

hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

I

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

II

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

IV

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

[polkadotts]

A lotta people have been doing pearlina moms content, esp on ao3. Do you have any headcannons for them as moms?

got damm you guys are rlly hitting me with questions i have to think about. I would just say "no" bc lol i dont have any good hcs at the moment but thats a little mean so ill ponder on this question the whole day (deranged)

.Pearl and Marina travel a lot and so does their little baby :) i feel like if the hotel/restaurant they go to has no food for The Tiny they will fight their way into the kitchen to cook, Marina does most of the cooking while Pearl talks with the staff

.Surprinsingly they are great moms and take very very good care of the baby and one another

.Pearl does not swear around their kid and has a very cute soft tone of when speaking to them

.They do lots of activites together, especially hiking

.videogame night is a special weekend night where the 3 of them play multiplayer games :) its mostly minecraft or smash

.Marina would be overprotective of their child but Pearl is there to reasure her that nothing bad will happen, even tough she sometimes feels the same sense of worry as Rina but she just shrugs it off and keeps going

.Pearl would totaly join The Tiny in making potions with dirt and water and rocks

.Marina would to and she would play along as the aprentice witch to the grand wise master (and also make sure no dirt rock water is actually consumed)

.if their kid should enter the rebelious phase and get piercings and dress in all black leather etc Pearl and Marina would be Super proud and, also completly humiliate them! like showing them photos of when they would dressed like that too, i mean they where both butch lesbians, theres no way a 16yr old is doing it better than Pearl Punk Rock Legend

mmm yeah thats it i could think of more but my 1 hour bus ride is coming to an end and im eepy tired

[glowingbadger]

Okay I’m the person that sent the yuri with male s/o request, can I change it to sfw and nsfw headcanons for yuri with male s/o? Maybe the nsfw hcs could have toys involved? (Sorry for sending in two things just ignore the first one-)

No need to apologize at all! I'm more than happy to give Yuri the lovely male Reader he deserves, because as the youth say, we stan a Bi King.

((I assumed cis male here, but certainly let me know if that's not what you intended!))

Yuri (FE3H) x Male Reader Headcanons

SFW (Not sfw below the cut)

- Yuri may be a bit of a relief for my mlm fellows out there, because with him, there's very little doubt when he's interested in you. You won't have any of those "is he flirting or just joking/being friendly" issues when he brushes fingers along your cheek and details how "the torchlight of the Abyss suits you" and that the glint of it in your eyes is simply tantalizing. He'll of course have a chuckle at your adorably flustered expression at this.

- in fact, while Yuri is a tease with all of his partners, it could be argued that he enjoys it even more with a man. He gets a thrill out of crumbling any veneer of machismo someone may try to cling to when he knows they would gladly melt into his arms. He takes this same humorous, almost mocking attitude towards gender roles and gender expectations as a whole, often calling you his "knight in shining armor" or his "blushing maiden" in jest. Yuri finds the romantic tropes and standards of the nobility positively quaint.

- if you're not already a makeup wearing guy, Yuri insists he has the perfect way to accent your eyes- and if you agree to try it, having him do your makeup is actually a very intimate and tender experience. He sits facing you on his bed and leans close, using his hands to direct your face this way and that into the right angles for him, completely free and comfortable with how he touches you. Speaking softly, he'll explain his process and guide you gently all the while, until finally, with a genuine smile, he says, "there you are- lovely." His hand cups your face as he takes a moment to observe you, then presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

- Overall, Yuri has a strong sense of self and very little outward shame about the way he chooses to live his life, so his relationship style with a man is really no different than that with a woman, regardless of what the socialites of Fodlan society may have to say about it (admittedly, we have no canon idea of what Fodlan thinks about homosexuality, other than what we can infer). He's a coy and playful, yet in truth, endlessly affectionate partner, who would do anything necessary to make you happy and keep you safe.

NSFW 18+ v

- Yuri is a comfortable and experienced switch- more than happy to fuck you senseless, or offer himself to you in turn (hell, both in a night if you can keep up). Naturally, he's wonderful at prepping you. He's likely to have several different types of lubricant on hand, more than happy to experiment with what you might like best. He'll be so steady and thorough about plunging his fingers into you to open you up for him that it's hard to resist cumming just from the way his touch curls within you, stimulating you until you're rock hard and leaking for him.

- The prep stage is also where Yuri is most likely to want to try out some toys on you. He has no shame about collecting a wide range of dildos and plugs for use on either or both of you- but his favorite part of fucking you with these is to coyly whisper to you, "What feels better, dearest Y/N- a toy, or my cock? Come on, louder, be honest for me. Mmm, that's right- what your body really needs is for me to fill you up, isn't it. Well, if you're very good for me, perhaps I can satisfy you."

- I have to imagine that true sex toys as we imagine them are limited, given the setting of FE3H, but Yuri is an adventurous sort by nature. He loves to tease you with a ribbon tied snug (though not painfully so) at the base of your cock, acting as a sort of improvised cock ring. The contrast of your manhood decorated with such a soft and delicate accent makes him hungry for you, eager to tease you to the edge of your climax so he can untie you at just the right moment, and watch the relief of being allowed to cum freely wash through you.

- This is something Yuri enjoys with any type of partner, but he loves to cum inside of your little hole, then fill you with a plug to keep his load inside of you for as long as you can stand it. I've mentioned before that he gets a thrill out of the contrast between his partner's daily life, and the lewd and depraved side they show him in bed. As such, he adores watching you go about your business for the day knowing that you're holding his cum in your body all the while.

- As a bottom, he's definitely a mouthy brat, possibly even more of a tease than usual. He'll goad you into fucking him deeper, harder, stroking his own cock and grinding onto your length all the while. His favorite aspect of bottoming for another man is the moment when his partner finally lets go of all restraint and mindlessly fucks him, harnessing any aggression or passion to simply pound him into the mattress. Still, he'll just about never loose composure- even as your slam your cock into him, he'll bite his lip and groan your name and murmur, "That's right, Y/N, have me as hard as you like- you feel so good, you can use my body until you're satisfied..."

[lime-gutz]

Mmm so maybe could you do headcanons about the mercs helping out an autistic reader with sebsory overloads? If not that’s totally cool too

AS SOMEONE WHO CAN RELATE TO SENSORY OVERLOADS OFC I'M OKAY WITH WRITING THIS!!!

There wasn't a specification for romantic implications with the mercs so you get some general hcs!!

Engineer:

Engineer is a kind and all around easy to get along with friendly man. He's pretty sociable but often times desires to do some work and experiments of his own so sometimes he'll just speed walk straight on pass you, blueprints in hand, reading them quickly without so much as a glance or smile in your direction, not because he's wanting to be rude but because he's someone who has places to be and he'll talk later when he's done.

Engineer also has to deal with some pretty rambunctious teammates, Soldier, Scout, and Pyro come to mind and as shown before, he's also a super patient man, opting to not be super confrontational in a situation that seems to be tense or aggressive, example being how he had saved Scout from getting his face beaten in by Soldier by being calm and still carrying his friendliness to ease the situation at hand. Or Pyro!! As he's the only one at the base who even understands anything of what Pyro says because he was patient enough to learn.

So with all of that being said, I see him as someone who is very very well equipped to helping you out when you're getting intensely overwhelmed and your senses are overloading. If you're around people and are on the cusp of just crying or about to go into a panic of some sort, Engineer would be the one who would gently place a hand onto your shoulder, masking what's going on with his friendly demeanor and an excuse to have you removed from the situation to calm yourself. He does it in a way as to not draw attention to you or make you feel ashamed or embarrassed. He understands, it happens, he's had to help Pyro with the same situation you were in!

He's sure to be much more soft spoken than usual, asking if you want some water, to be left alone, or if you need some comfort and he will do whatever it is you ask of him to do if it means you can calm yourself.

Pyro:

Pyro is probably not going to catch on as quickly, their mind is constantly thinking about. Everything at once and often tuning in and out of conversations everyone has in general so it's very likely that they will be slow to notice if you're getting wildly overwhelmed.

However! If they were to eventually realize if no one else has before them, how utterly uncomfortable and teary eyed you are Pyro will "scold" his teammates, wagging a finger in there faces and tapping their foot..I put that in quotations because it's not like anyone (other than Engie) can understand them anyways). It's sort of childish, but it could maybe bring you some comfort in a small sense as they lead you away with a huff directed towards their rude teammates.

Scout:

Same deal as Pyro, he's also slow to realize something is amiss with you, his mind also wandering to the many other things he thinks or dreams about.

And like Engineer if he did snap out of his thoughts long enough to notice that you're beginning to look shaky and panicked he attempts to try and steer you away from everyone...although with a lot less grace than Engie, attempting to make whatever is going on isn't a big deal but he keeps running his mouth long enough that eyebrows are raised. But he succeeds anyways and is able to get you somewhere so you could calm yourself down away from it all.

His voice is a little softer when he tries to comfort you in some way. Maybe trying to crack jokes to make the air light instead of filled with dread. His angle is just to try and cheer you up more so!

Soldier:

Oh man. Okay Soldier uh. Let's be frank, he's most definitely not going to ever notice unless someone tells him directly. Soldier has a pretty strong character, a strong and very loud voice, very boisterous. He most likely will not notice that him being so loud combined with maybe some other factors might be too much for you to handle.

So, best course of action is to be very direct with him but explain it in a way he could understand you. If your point gets across, he can better recognize if you're getting uncomfortable!

His form of trying to comfort you is patting your shoulders or back (a little bit too hard but you appreciate his attempt none the less) while he tries to say some encouraging words to you.

Spy:

Spy is actually one of the first mercs to notice even just the slightest sign you're starting to grow uncomfortable. He's meant to be very observant man and he's someone who is very capable of reading body language and is very good at it.

So he's one to be quick to helping you out of a situation before you get to the point of getting extremely overwhelmed. He's quiet, quick, and smooth about it, most likely awaiting an opportunity where no one would notice that he gently grasped your shoulder, nodding his head in a direction that signifies you should follow him, and then the both of you slip away from a potentionally mentally draining situation.

He doesn't offer too much physical comfort, best he'll do is pat your shoulder a few times. But he does offer a listening ear or offers to leave you be, whichever makes you feel more comfortable.

Medic:

Right next to Spy, is also one to quickly notice that you're slowly growing distressed. He is-! Er. Was, a doctor and is still practicing medicine to this very day! He does surgeries on a weekly basis, he just knows a distressed or uncomfortable face when he sees one!

Takes the kind of mix between an Engineer and Spy route of things to help you. He's quickly able to steer the attention or conversation towards himself, in such a way that he gave you an out to hurry to flee and get away to save yourself from literally breaking down from how overwhelmed you are in front of your entire team. You see him give you a very quick wink if you're able to catch his gaze before you leave.

He does check on you later once everything is settled, glass of cold water in hand to hopefully improve your mood some more and offering it to you and if he's free, offers to be your listening ear.

Demoman:

This mostly depends on how drunk he is for him to be considered helpful I suppose you could say.

But! When he isn't just shitfaced drunk, he's quite unsurprisingly helpful as he's also someone who's generally very jovial and friendly. He's also noted to be generally as helpful as he possibly can. So when he sees you getting all shaky, uncomfortable, and panicky due to your sensory overload he's quick to act in a way where nothing is wrong, very nonchalant and keeps the mood light as he slowly pulls you away more and more from the situation until the both of you are good distance away where you could just slip by without a question.

He offers some encouraging words to you, patting your shoulder and ruffling your hair comfortingly and offers you a beer. He just feels like it's it's for you to calm yourself and cheer up.

Sniper:

Sniper can definitely relate to what you're experiencing. He's one of the mercs that's easily able to just immediately tell if you're experiencing sensory overload, your pained expression gives a pang to his heart as he feels immense empathy for you.

He's been in your place time and time again and..so it's time for him to do the thing no one besides his parents had ever done for him when he was on the brink of breaking down. He wordlessly grasps onto your arm, gently in his hold as to not seem harsh to startle you, and then when questions are asked they are plainly ignored as he takes you away from the situation.

He coaches you to take breaths, patting your back and being otherwise silent as he patienly waits for you to gather yourself before the both of you start talking quietly to one another if need be.

Heavy:

Heavy also understands what you're a feeling, although, he has worked passed this long ago that doesn't mean he can't help but feel some empathy undertones for you as you look so distressed.

Heavy is very very quiet when going to remove you from the situation you're in, his big heavy hand grasping your shoulders as gently as he can possibly muster as he knows how utterly easy it is just to hurt you accidentally, and he does not want that. He whispers for you to please come with him, not wanting any unwanted attention to be thrown towards you as he knows you definitely don't want that. Once you comply he's leads you away.

Heavy very gently pats your shoulder and back, talking to you quietly as to bring you some comfort as you cry and try to regain your composure. If you are crying, he doesn't try and make you stifle it in anyway, encouraging you to instead let it all out.

Once you're all cried out or feeling a little better, Heavy offers to get you some water or tea, and then offers if you would like to stay and either read with him, or have him read to you out loud to further bring more comfort if you're someone who appreciates just being read to as comfort.

[asterekmess]

Sorry to see you got antoher hate mail. I for one love your rants and your analyses and meta and fics. ❤️ ❤️ So to think of something else: What is you favourite headcanon and why is it you favourite?

Aw, thank you so much, hun!

Mmm, I have so many headcanons and I believe them all so hard that it's genuinely hard for me to remember which ones are hcs and which ones are canon.

I know I go to these two every single time, but they're the ones that I really like sticking to in most of my fics, to the point of becoming just a background fact? 1. There were no humans in the Hale Pack.

I say this all the time but the phrase Derek says in the LTC place to Scott is "perfectly ordinary" people, not human people. To me, Derek is a born werewolf, so he would automatically consider werewolves the norm? They're ordinary to him, because that's just who he is? So, I think the Hale pack was all wolves, with no humans (for whatever reason), and he meant there that these were Innocent people, or even just boring ones. Maybe he had another uncle who was an accountant or something. Generic people, not anyone deserving of being slow-roasted at home (but then, no one is). I like the hc, bc I love the idea of some of Derek's issues/idiosyncrasies coming from being born a wolf and living with other wolves, and not spending time around humans. That his lack of rambling and his excessive use of eyebrows and facial expressions wouldn't be because he's grumpy or taciturn, but bc he's literally not used to the way humans interact. It would explain why he says super dumb stuff to Paige like "catch a scent," it would support my hc that they all get home-schooled before high school, because it's not safe for them to be in public when there's a chance they could expose themselves, and by high school they would actually understand the importance of keeping under the radar. It's also nice to consider him coming from a totally different culture, being a werewolf. Without humans in the pack, it's easier to divert from human practices and ideas, and delve a little deeper into wolf stuff. Now, I'm super picky and a bit prissy abt what wolf culture/hale hc stuff I like, but I still think that living in a world where body language and minuscule sounds are relied on for conversation would be cool as fuck. Maybe having different holidays that are much more nature based, like solstices or equinox's. Having scent/pack stuff mean a lot. Having full moon runs (i mean like, family get-togethers or barbeques or something. Not really the bloody hunting stuff). Whatever, it's a hc that I can build up other hc's from, so I like it a lot.

2. Stiles is seventeen when the show starts.

Yeah, I know that the seventeen-year-old thing isn't supported by canon, but that's the hc part of it. To me, it just makes sense? No only because of some of the things that he does in canon that don't read as "sixteen" to me, but also because he's got pretty severe ADHD, and I relate to it a ton. The ADHD was pretty swept over in the show, but I like to try and bring it back, and part of that is thinking about how hard school must've been when he was younger and might not've been medicated yet or learned any coping mechanisms. Him getting held back a grade just sort of makes sense to me. Plus, it goes along as a sort of foil to Lydia, whom I hc as skipping a grade, hence why she turns 16 at the end of sophomore year (i've tried to reason out the grading and stuff, and I know it Could work with her age, but lemme have my fun). And yes, there's a Sterek edge to it, bc it makes the age difference between them a little smaller. Five years instead of six. Whatever, man. That wasn't why I originally had the hc, it's just a sort of side-effect. But I'm not complaining. *shrug*

[theamberwriter]

Hi!! The request about Aizawa x waifu reader ( with a bouncing baby) was so cute.... I had a dream about it I’m not joking 100% soft bc of it, I have 2 requests for you!! Can you do a scenario when midnight spilled the beans about reader liking Aizawa ( like you mentioned in the scenario, maybe when they are still on highschool like last year or smth?) and the second request is either a scenario or hcs (whatever u like!) with a their family finally adopting eri Chan?? Pls?? Thank you!

A/N: I’m so glad you liked it so much! Sorry, it took so long. Here’s the first part. I’ll post the headcanons separately, and link from this post!

Read the Series! [2] [3] [4]

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count:  2219

Warnings: None

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You’d done it, it was by the skin of your teeth, but you’d done it. You actually graduated UA. It might have been in general studies but, by God, you fucking did it. There was just one problem - Nemuri, aka Midnight. A long-time friend who was two years older than you.

You hung out with her and her two friends, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, frequently. And had developed quite the crush on the comparatively quiet Aizawa. Nemuri wanted to celebrate with drinks. But you’d been drinking with her before. It was a less than pleasurable experience. 

Nemuri had a way of spewing everything that was on her mind. The alcohol broke her common sense filter. Although even sober, she was so excited to find out about your crush that she nearly slipped. You’d been lucky up until now. But she wanted to go to a bar to celebrate. Even just the thought made your stomach twist you into sickening knots.

“Shouta’s not going to find out!” you told your reflection as you prepared yourself in the mirror. But you knew she’d catch the little things you did to try and make yourself more attention-grabbing. More appealing to his eye. The extra dab on perfume he’d complimented you on once. She would call you out for it. But you couldn’t help yourself.

You groaned into the mirror. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t told her. Or maybe I should’ve told him. I don’t know. - Gods save me.”

You checked the clock on the wall. You were going to have to leave soon. Whether you wanted to or not. You figured it was best to leave on your own before Nemuri dragged you out by your hair. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you uttered, locking up behind you. “I mean, he could just say he’s not into you. Right? Or he could laugh at you. Or he could never speak to you again, or - [Name], stop it. It’s only Shouta. And Nemuri won’t say anything…right?”

You knew that was a flat out, straight up lie. Nemuri was sure to do…something. You’d just have to deal with whatever happened. But you were praying that nothing did. 

“[Name], you’re finally here! Slowpoke!” Nemuri slurred the moment you walked into the bar. She stumbled over to you and dragged you over to a table. “Even the boys were here before you!”

“Hey, hey! It’s the lady of honor!” Hizashi announced loudly, standing to throw an arm over your shoulder. “Congrats on finally catching up with the rest of us!”

“Leave her be, Hizashi,” Shouta groaned, standing himself. Hizashi sat back in his seat. But Shouta nodded at you. “Congratulations. You’ve worked hard. You earned it.”

You tried to look him in the eye. But ended up staring off the side of him. You smiled, but it felt weird. “Thank you.”

“So what’ll you be having, pretty lady?” Nemuri flung an arm over your shoulder. “Mmm, is that perfume I smell -”

Your face felt hot. You excused yourself and pulled her over to a far wall. You tried to square her up as much as possible. But you could already see that she was out of it. She gave you a goofy, but ultimately knowing, grin.

“You all dressed up for Shouta?” she giggled, gesturing to the table.

You felt like you were gonna die when you followed her arm and caught his eye. You shoved her arm back to her side, shaking her by her shoulders. “Nemuri, promise me, you will not say anything about my crush. Okay?”

She pouted. “Aw, but you look so sexy dolled up. You’re sure to get his attention!”

“Nemuri, please,” you begged. “Let me do it.”

Nemuri groaned. “You need to loosen up. I’m gonna get you a drink.”

She slipped from your grasp before you could stop her. You just had to trust her. But, if you were being honest, you didn’t. Not in the least. Not when she had alcohol in her system, anyway. Any other time, you trusted her with your life. 

You went back to the table. Keeping a watchful eye on Midnight. She was laughing exuberantly with the bartender. Hard to tell what she was talking about. Probably something stupid.

“You look good, by the way,” Hizashi said excitedly, pulling you out of your stupor.

You looked down at your outfit. You hardly even wore this dress. But it was good for special occasions. You smiled as you looked back at him. “Thanks. I figured I’d dust it off for tonight." 

"Drinks up!” Nemuri’s voice came from behind you. She slid the guys their drinks. Then thrust one harshly into your hands, sloshing whatever it was all down you. You sucked in a sharp breath, it was ice cold. But at least the dress was black. 

“Oh shit,” she cursed. “Sorry.”

You put your cup down, ready to go hunt down some napkins. But Shouta beat you to it. He was handing them to you before you could take a step. He was standing a little closer than he usually would. Like he was ready to protect you from whatever stupid thing Nemuri did next. 

“Here,” he uttered. Then turned to your friend. “I think you have had enough.”

“Thanks,” you muttered your whole face feeling like an inferno. You blotted the front you, glaring at Nemuri when you heard her chuckle. “I’m going to the lady’s room, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I’ll go with -” Nemuri started.

You sent her a sharp look. “No, you stay here.”

You groaned as you made your way to the bathroom. The night was already a disaster. You tried to dry off under the hand dryer as much as possible. You felt ridiculous. You could’ve cried. When you went back you sat opposite Nemuri, who of course forced you next to Shouta. She was honestly the worst. 

“Are you okay?” Shouta asked. You were still glaring the woman across from you down, but she was just smirking.

“A little embarrassed,” you noted, shrugging. Then you looked at him. “But I’ll live. - Are you okay?”

That caught him off guard. “What?”

“I see injuries, remember? Your nose is broken. What happened?”

“It’s not a big deal. I got hit during patrols a few days ago.” He crossed his arms.

You reached your hand towards him. Then pulled back. “I can fix it. If-If you want me to mean, you don’t have to -”

Shouta shrugged. “Why not?”

You let out a breath, then gently touched his cheek with your hand. You watched the bone go back into place, then heal right up. As if it had never been broken in the first place. You gave him a little smile. “There, all fixed.”

You pulled your hand away, and Shouta reached up to feel where it healed. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered, grabbing your cup. “It’s no big deal. I have a dumb quirk, but it comes in handy.”

You guzzled down whatever was in it. Trying to keep yourself from saying anything else stupid. 

“So, you got any plans now you’re graduated?” Hizashi asked. He seemed to read the awkward aura from your side of the table.

You grinned. “I’m going to go to school to be a nurse.”

Things went a little smoother after that. You all talked about jobs and plans. The heroes talked about patrolling and the things they’d done. But Nemuri kept downing one drink after another. You were surprised she was still standing. But she’d been out to dance a few times already.

Hizashi had gotten louder. Joining the dance a couple times. Even going up to sing a few karaoke songs. This left you and Shouta to mindlessly small talk. You had a feeling those two were planning something.

“So, have you ever like -” Nemuri uttered, staring you down. Both of them were back in their seats across from you. “Thought about getting married? Or having babies?”

“Of course I have,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Maybe, after I’m done school, I’ll find someone and settled down. Ya know?”

Nemuri blew air through her lips. “What if they were a hero? And they were always out and getting beat up?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I’d be the best wife to have, I guess. ‘Cause I could heal you right up -”

“Hear that, Shouta?!” Nemuri practically shouted, laughing at whatever was on her mind. “You’d have yourself a personal nurse! There are all sorts of fun things you could get up to.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Nemuri -”

She groaned. “Whhaaaatttt?? I’m tired of keeping it a seecccrreeettt. Your crush on Shouta is so big, you’re basically in love with him already.”

You briefly glanced between the two before you shot out of your seat. “You are the worst.”

You made your way out of the bar into the warm summer air. You were dying inside. “God, I’m so stupid. Why did I tell her?! I knew this would happen!”

You stared out at the passing cars. Not expecting anyone to come after you. But a few minutes later, a throat cleared behind you. You were surprised when you looked over your shoulder.

“Hey, you alright?” Shouta asked, coming to stand beside you.

“Shouta, hi,” you breathed, looking up at him. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just incredibly embarrassed.”

He smiled a little. “You should know by now that she doesn’t keep secrets.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stood in silence a long moment. Just staring into the night. “Look, Shouta - if you just want to reject me now, I totally get it. I knew I never had a chance with you anyway.”

Shouta heaved a heavy sigh. But you were not prepared for the words that came next. “Your secret wasn’t the only one she outed tonight.”

“What?” You took a step back.

Shouta rolled his eyes. “You didn’t listen very well, did you?”

“I was more worried about her telling you -”

“Think about it.”

You thought for a good long minute. “The wife thing.”

He nodded. “I mentioned it in front of her once, by accident.”

Your heart fluttered so much it hurt. “Oh.”

You both were quiet for a long minute again.  

“So,” he started awkwardly. “Would you want to?”

“Would I what?” There was no way this was actually happening.

“Maybe, after nursing school, settle down. With me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly. Stern faced Aizawa was standing next to you. Giving you the awkwardest confession ever. It was so cute, you just couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you giggled. “But I’m pretty sure that the marriage proposal is supposed to come after we start dating.”

He looked down at the ground. “Right…”

Gently, you put a hand on his arm. “But I would love to if you want to.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.” He flicked your forehead lightly and gave you a little smile. “I have early patrols on a day coming up. Afterward, we should go out and do something.”

You nodded, unable to contain the smile on your face. “Yeah, sure, I’d like that.”

You weren’t really sure what to do. Hug him, kiss him, shake his hand. You went for the hug. Rambling quickly into his chest, “I was honestly more worried about how you react to the news than what you would say.”

You backed away, but he surprisingly kept a hand on your waist. “What was the worst that could happen?" 

You sighed. "I dunno. I thought you’d hate me. Or laugh me off. Or get up and leave. Or think my quirk was useless and not want to go out with me. - There’s a lot of things that could go wrong.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. And you have a good quirk. There aren’t many people with healing abilities.”

You were silent again. Enjoying the warmth and static now between you. You were all warm and shaky. Overall excited that this was happening. You were on cloud nine.

“Think we should go back in?” you asked, nodding towards the door.

“Let’s go in separate,” Shout suggested. “It’ll drive those two insane.”

“Hizashi knows?” You quirked a brow.

He nodded. “He’s known longer than Nemuri. And she probably told him about you. Neither of them can keep a secret.”

You two walked in separately. And he was right, it did drive those two insane. They were trying to figure out what happened. If you two had gotten together.

“Gguuuuuyyyysss, are you mad at mmmeeeeeee?!” Nemuri whined. “I’m ssooorrrrrryyyy. You two are just too cute together! And you’re lucky I’ve kept your secrets this long!!”

“What’re you complaining about, yo?! I’ve known longer than you have!” Hizashi scoffed.

“Nnnooooooo, I’ve known about his crush for two years longer than I knew about [Name]’s crush!!”

“Well I’ve known since he met her!”

Nemuri stood, her face flush with alcohol. Her hand was on her sleeve. “I’ll put you to sleep, speaker boy!”

The two spent the rest of the night arguing. Trying to figure out timelines and markers to see who really knew the longest. You knew it’d come up inconclusive. But you and Shouta sat and watched the whole utterly amused. If only they’d paid attention. The entire time you two were sneakily holding hands under the table.

~*~

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hey! could i order a cake 🍰 (male hq matchup) i go by rita, i’m an intj-t, 6w5, & a slytherin. libra sun, aquarius moon, & leo rising. i kin tsukishima & kageyama.

i’m v polite and reserved when you first meet me. i’m pretty introverted and i have anxiety. it takes me while to open up since i don’t trust ppl easily. i do tend to get annoyed and angry by others easily,, i’m a bit of a hot head. i’m pretty chill and like joking around once i open up,, i can also be kinda dumb. i’m a bit of a loner and i don’t have many friends. i’m actually a bit of an emotional person but only when it comes to shows, movies, books, etc,, i tend to keep my emotions bottled up but sometimes i can’t. i’m self conscious and self critical. i care a lot about having perfect grades and getting into a good university but i’m so lazy (lots of breaks & procrastination) at the same time,, i end up getting everything done on time though rip. i’m impatient when it comes to my own things so i like doing things my way bc i feel more comfortable that way. i also like keeping things neat.

my hobbies include writing, playing the sims, baking, watching anime, reading fics on here, & playing games like uno or guess who. i also like chilling with my close family & pets,,, sometimes i watch reality tv for entertainment lol. my interests include true crime, psychology, & history. one of my favorite shows is daria. i don’t really have any specific type of music that i like,, i just like whatever sounds nice to me. i have so many dislikes but i feel like one of the main ones are ignorant people & ppl who complain and make everything about their self. i’d really like a partner who is loyal and open-minded and who aren’t full of themselves (& willing to deal with me rip). my love language is gift giving and quality time (both ways).

i’m 5’6 w/ a pear shaped body. i have a round/oval face and i wear glasses. i have thick brows, dark brown eyes, & my hair is dark brown with some purple in it,, it’s short (but i’m growing it out into a shag) & i have bangs too. i’m mexican so i get tan when i go out during the summer but i’m currently v pale. i wear a lot of black clothes & high waisted pants. i’d describe my style as dark academia mixed with 70s & 80s. i always want to look presentable in public but i tend to just wear comfy clothes at home.

mmm that’s about it! ty for doing my request <3

🍰 for @iidastiddies

Romantic Matchup

Akaashi Keiji

How yall met

Ok so this is kinda embarrassing

He met you when he caught you crying

Behind the school

Over a failed test

Definitely not something i've done before

So naturally he went up to you to see if you were good

Which you weren't but this stanger didn't need to know that

He convinced you that one failed test wasn't the end of the world

And lucky you!

You could actually retake this test

He even offered to help you study

You accepted the offer because you honestly needed the help

And hey ho what do you know

Akaashis actually a pretty good teacher

All of the sudden you knew this material like the back of your hand

You retook that test

And you passed!

Suck it teacher who taught this subject

You asked akaashi what you could do to ever repay him

He said a date sounded like good payment

What they love about you

He loves how much you care about your academics

But it gets a little tricky…

Cause yes he's glad you care about your grades

But he doesn't want you to beat yourself up if you got a b on a assignment

Me honestly

But luckily this man's deals with bokuto and a day to day basis

So he knows how to handle these situations

He actually likes that your a loner

But not in like a possessive kinda way

But more of in a yay i've found another loner kinda way

He loves almost all of your hobbies

Because they're also his hobbies

So now he has someone to do his hobbies with

Favorite things to do together

Ok but mans loves a good card game

So he really likes playing card games with you

However his favorite is phase 10

He loves loves loves to just watch reality tv with you and make snarky remarks on whatever's going on in the show

He also likes to read a book while you read your fics

Random hc

His favorite tv show is keeping up with the kardashians

Specifically for that unrealistic drama yk

His favorite game is phase 10

He says its because its a game that relies on strategy and dumb luck

Rather than just one or the other

You guys watch a lot of medical shows

Greys anatomy,the good doctor. You name it

His favorite is House M.D

He says he sees himself in house

Astrology

Libra + Sagittarius

The relationship of Libra and Sagittarius is in most cases a beneficent bond that allows these partners to develop their emotional, inner worlds and build their lives without negative influences.

However, there is an archetypal battle between them, for Saturn exalts in Libra and doesn’t really care for his son, Jupiter, the ruler of Sagittarius.

This could easily lead to a struggle for supremacy and a battle to reach the ruling position among them.

This comes as a continuation of Libra’s bruised Sun and a Sagittarius will fit in perfectly with the need to give away every sense of pride out of some childish convictions.

The only way for them to be happy together, is to respect each other fully and let each other do what they are meant to do.

Libra should stick to their relationship and love, ruled by Venus, while Sagittarius should stick to their convictions and width, ruled by Jupiter, multiplying the love Libra provides.

Overall Aesthetic

Dark Academia

Songs-

My blood- Ellie Goulding

Young and beautiful - Lana Del Ray

The love club- Lorde

Hostage- Billie Eilish

[neerasrealm]

STAN LAUGHING DAD AT ALL TIMES dkfkkdkdkdkskd MY HEART IS FLUTTERING!!!!!!!! i promise this is the last request (maybe ffkfkd) pls PLS PRETTY PLS do sum where one of the twins has a secret boyfriend and suddenly starts to wear a bunch of makeup and style her hair all pretty and lj ends up finding out by seeing them together KFKFKDKDK IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN I LOVE YOU BYE

LAUGHING! DAD! LAUGHING! DAD! HIM DEALING WITH TEENAGE DAUGHTERS IS SO FUNNY TO ME I LOVE DOING THIS. I decided to use the names Juliette and Jasmine for these two (as suggested by another anon). This isn’t relevant but. hc that the daughter from the second story where jack had to comfort one of them was Juliette. Lowkey im making entire personalities for these two god help me enjoy :)

Laughing Jack thought of himself as a pretty good dad. He was loving and supportive of his two girls, and always had their backs. They were happy to go to him and tell him everything, and in return he always told them he loved them and supported them no matter what. But of course, he didn’t force them to do any of that. It was a matter of mutual love, mutual trust. Jack wasn’t an overbearing father, in fact, he was quite relaxed. He knew his girls could hold their own, and they lived in a mansion full of demons and serial killers! If anyone decided to pick on the girls, they’d live (and probably die) to regret it. So when he heard footsteps creeping down the stairs behind where he sat in his big comfy armchair, and someone tip-toeing towards the front door, he wasn’t expecting it to actually be one of his two twin daughters.

He looked over at the girl as she quietly creeped towards the front door. She was dressed in a red leather jacket, and under it Jack could see she was wearing a short black skirt and fishnet stockings along with red high heels he couldn’t remember seeing before. Her hair was done up elaborately, and she’d even curled it. Jack blinked in surprise for a moment before smiling and arching a brow. ‘’...Jasmine?’’ he called out. The girl jumped and whirled around to stare at her. Looking at her face, Jack could see she’d taken the time to put makeup on. She wore some simple red eyeshadow, black mascara and some sparkly red lipstick. Jack also noted her contour, which made her cheekbones look sharper and more noticeable than normal. He looked her over for a moment and smiled. ‘’Ye look good!’’ he finally chirped. He had to admit, he felt a bit of secondhand pride. He had been the one to first teach both of his girls about makeup and hairstyling, so seeing her do something so elaborate all by herself brought a smile to his face. 

‘’Oh er- t-thanks da.’’ she stammered out, shifting nervously on her feet. She forced a smile. Jack chuckled a bit, thinking she was just embarrassed at the compliment. 

‘’Ya ‘eaded somewhere?’’

‘’Oh! Uh- yeh, yeh I’m er- goin’ ta see some friends.’’ she replied quickly. Jack nodded. Oh, friends! Odd...normally his daughters told him a little bit in advance if they were planning to go out- but maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing. Besides, she’d already gone through all the effort of dressing up and making herself look so nice, Jack certainly wasn’t going to keep her home!

‘’Ah! Awrigh’ then,’’ he turned back to the TV show he’d been watching. ‘’Ave fun, luv.’’ 

‘’Thanks da.’’ Jasmine smiled a bit and walked more confidently towards the door. Jack glanced at her and frowned.

‘’...’ey kiddo?’’ he suddenly said. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him, looking worried. ‘’...do ye need money?’’ he gave her a wide smile and reached into his puffy sleeve. Before his daughter could even mumble out a flustered ‘nah, I’m okay’, he pulled out a couple paper bills and stretched his arm over to her. She smiled gently and took the money. ‘’Buy yerself lunch ‘er somefink, awrigh’ swee’ear’?’’ 

‘’Yes da.’’ she gently tucked the bills into the pocket of her jacket and looked up at him again. She smiled a bit wider. ‘’See ya la’er.’’

‘’Ave fun!’’ Jack called back. He settled back down into his chair, content with himself. Just as he was relaxing again, he was interrupted by a second voice at the top of the stairs.

‘’...ye le’ ‘er go ou’ lookin’ like tha’??’’ 

Jack looked up at the sound of his second daughter’s voice. He looked up at her and frowned. ‘’Yeh?’’ he tilted his head. ‘’Somefink wrong?’’

‘’No, i’s jus’ tha’ she’s goin’ on a da’e is all…’’ Juliette leaned nonchalantly against the wall, smirking a bit as she spoke. 

‘’...a da’e?’’

‘’Yeh. Wiv a boy, y’know, nofink big.’’ Jack stared at her in astonishment. ‘’No’ tha’ big a deal, she only spent two ‘ours doin’ ‘er ‘air up an’ lookin’ all nice fer’im.’’

Jack stood up quickly and stared at her. ‘’Well- who is ‘e?? Do I know ‘im?’’

‘’E’s tha’ scrawny lad tha’ works a’ th’ music shop in town.’’ she examined her nails as she spoke. ‘’She’s fancied ‘im since she me’ ‘im. No idea why, ‘e’s kinda spo’y.’’

Jack frowned and looked at the ground. Ohh, he knew who she was talking about. A boy with wispy, greasy blonde hair and a nose ring who always seemed a little out of it. Your typical teenager. He was just surprised he’d never put two and two together and realised his own daughter liked him. He’d always thought she was just really into music. ‘’Do ye know where they went off ta?’’

‘’Mmm…’’ she spent a long, long moment thinking about it. ‘’I fink she mentioned th’ place bu’...I can’t qui’e remember i’.’’ she gave her dad a mischievous grin. Jack groaned and reached into his sleeve, pulling out another thirty dollars. He stretched his arm up and the girl grabbed the notes, smiling in satisfaction. She was a smart one, Jack would give her that. ‘’Th’ shoppin’ centre in town. Fink they mentioned ge’in lunch an’ summat.’’ 

‘’Righ’.’’ Jack turned on his heel and towards the door. ‘’I’m g’nna go er- check on yer sister-’’ 

‘’Don’t le’ ‘er see ya. Jus’ stalk ‘er from a distance.’’

‘’Thanks luv I will.’’ 

Jack walked quickly across town to the local mall. He stuck to backstreets and kept his eyes peeled for his daughter. He almost thought he wouldn’t find her until, when leaning out from behind a trash can, his eyes spotted a red leather jacket in the crowd. He gasped and stared at her. Alright, alright, calm down. He wasn’t going to storm over and tell her off- she was in love. Kids in love do stupid things, and hey, maybe this boy was nice! Maybe he was like her dashing Romeo- actually no that'd be more fitting for his other daughter Juliette...Aladdin then? Wasn't Aladdin a thief who lied about being rich though? Jack definitely didn't want someone like that dating his daughter…

OH WAIT HE’S HERE- Jack’s eyes widened as the boy walked up to his beloved daughter. He examined him carefully. The two just waved a bit in greeting as he casually walked up to her. They talked for a little bit before walking off towards the entrance to the mall. Perfectly innocent, right? WRONG! The ungrateful daughter stealer hadn’t even brought flowers! He wouldn’t even hold her hand as they walked! Not to mention his outfit. A red and white baseball cap, a track jacket of the same colours, black jeans that were ripped and old worn trainers. Also in red and white. Would it be too much for him to even put on the tiniest bit of lipstick? Honestly! Jack wasn’t a romantic but he knew low effort when he saw it. Honestly, men these days…

But fine, fine. He’d give the boy another chance. Maybe he forgot the flowers at home and maybe he thought the dress code was casual. No biggie, no biggie. He slinked over to the mall’s entrance and slipped inside. He stayed hidden in the crowd- or- as hidden as a giant monochrome clown could be. Things seemed pretty normal. The two of them walked along, talking calmly. The boy seemed to be laughing a lot, which made Jack proud. If someone was going to date his daughter, they had to have a sense of humour. He followed them into various stores. A record shop, a Hot Topic, Claire’s and a couple other places. They seemed to get along good, though Jack couldn’t hear very much of their conversations. He’d listened to them talk excitedly in the record shop about music, and in Claire’s he’d watched them mess around trying on accessories. They were...cute. They made a good couple and seeing the way his daughter laughed and grinned, and the way the boy blushed in her presence- it made Jack soften. He was wrong about this boy...he made his daughter happy, really happy, and he was more than happy to let them be together.

As he followed after them a few feet behind, his eyes stayed locked on their hands. They were holding hands. Jack was over the moon at that. His little girl was in love! Her first date was going good! He watched from a little bit away as they sat down at a food court. Once he was sure they were settled in and stuck into both their lunch and conversation, he wandered over and took a seat a little bit away where he could keep watching them. 

And then...Jasmine glanced to her side, just for a moment, and then snapped her head over to him. Her eyes locked with her father’s from across the food court and slowly, a look of horror crossed her face. She looked quickly to her date before he could notice something was wrong and stood up from her chair. Jack watched her say something to him before calmly walking away. As she got closer to where her dad sat though, her strides became angrier, and her face more enraged. Jack gulped.

Oh no.

She stopped calmly in front of his table and folded her arms. It was silent for a long, tense moment. ‘’E-ey swee’ear’.’’ Jack murmured, forcing a smile.

‘’Wha’ are ye doin’ ‘ere?’’ Jasmine growled back. 

‘’I wuz jus’ checkin’ on ye, ‘onest!’’

‘’Checkin’ on me?!’’ she snapped back. ‘’Stalkin’ me more like!’’

‘’Well ye’re th’ one tha’ didn’ tell me ye were da’in’ some’ne!’’

‘’Becuz I knew ye’d pull this crap!’’ Jasmine looked about ready to hit her father. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if she did. ‘’I’m no’ a li’le girl! I can do wha’ I want! Juliette has a fella and ye don’t do this wiv ‘er!’’

‘’Tha’s diff’ren’-’’

‘’She’s the one tha’ told ya abou’ this, isn’t she?’’

Jack hesitated for a moment. ‘’...yeh.’’

‘’I’m g’nna kill tha’ poxy ra’!’’ she buried her face in her hands and groaned. Jack reached up and patted her shoulder gently. She looked up at him, still glaring.

‘’...I like ye’re boyfrien’. ‘E seems nice.’’ He murmured gently. ‘’I jus’ wanted ta make sure i’ went okay...yous’re a cu’e couple.’’ he smiled up at her. Jasmine paused for a moment before sighing.

‘’Ye’re such a fockin’ eejit, da.’’ she muttered. Jack laughed gently and pulled his hand away. He stood up from his chair. ‘’...ye mean i’ abou’ ‘im?’’

He nodded. ‘’I do.’’ he smiled down at her. ‘’Tell ye wha’, I’ll go back on ‘ome an’ pretend I didn’ see any ‘f this. Ye can keep goin wiv yer da’e an’ f’rge’ abou’ me.’’

Jasmine stared at him for a moment before smiling gently. ‘’Fine.’’ she sighed. She stepped back from him. ‘’Ge’ ou’a ‘ere b’fore ‘e sees me talkin’ ta ya. Don’ wanna make ‘im mee’ th’ folks on th’ first da’e.’’

Jack laughed and nodded. ‘’Alrigh’,’’ he pat her head once more before stepping away from her. ‘’Ave fun, luv.’’

‘’I will, da.’’

[beautifulterriblequeen]

so after the tomfuckery that's being going on in the fandom, think you can maaaybe spare some tinkaan goodness? even if just hc's or a small text, honestly i just need something to make this whole thing a bit more bearable :/

Tinkaan goodness is just what the doctor ordered.

_______

“Runaan?” Tinker’s hand automatically reached out in the darkness. But it fell on empty space, on sheets long since cold.

And the angle… Tinker turned his head in the dark. He was sitting up, propped on a stack of soft pillows. Pain began to blossom behind his eyes, and his ears were full of a strange ringing, as if he were sensing a crowd full of Moonshadows on repeat.

His hand tightened on the unfamiliar sheets. This wasn’t even his bed.

It wasn’t dark, either. Something was wrapped protectively around his eyes, letting no light in. He felt at it with his other hand and encountered soft bandages.

Tinker tensed, and the pain in his head skyrocketed. Something bad had happened, and he was going to feel pretty grumpy about it when he remembered what it was. He raised his voice. “Runaan?”

“I’m here.” Runaan’s hand gave Tinker’s foot a reassuring squeeze, and a gust of Runaan-scented air wafted past Tinker’s nose, indicating the assassin had hurried in from somewhere and come to a sudden stop by his feet.

With food. Something smelled delicious. But Tinker had other priorities.

“Two questions,” Tinker began, tilting his face up toward Runaan’s voice. “What happened, and where am I?”

A silent pause was interrupted by the soft clinks of two dishes being set on a wooden surface beside him. Tinker jumped as Runaan took his hand, and he flailed for his husband’s arm, seeking comfort as well as Runaan’s position.

Runaan sat on the edge of the bed, and he took Tinker’s other hand as well. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I guess you’d better keep your hands on me so you know where I am.”

“Or you could, you know, make noise for once,” Tinker sassed.

Runaan spoke through a loving smile. “Ha, you’re funny when you’re concussed.”

“Concussed?”

“Lightly. The healers are more worried about your eyes. That flash was incredibly bright, and the Fulminis spell didn’t do the rest of you any favors, either. You need absolute darkness and plenty of quiet to let your systems settle. I’m staying here at the healing house with you to make sure you get it.” Runaan squeezed Tinker’s hands gently.

“Rayla?”

Runaan’s voice softened, reassuring him. “She’s with friends. They’re taking good care of her. I just want to focus on you and what you need.”

Tinker nodded gingerly. “Did I… Did I hurt anyone?”

Runaan ghosted one hand up Tinker’s arm and cupped his cheek, staying in contact so he didn’t startle Tinker a second time. “This wasn’t your fault, and no one else was hurt. Everything is being taken care of. Including you, by me. Do you hear me?”

Reluctantly, Tinker relaxed, feeling tension draining out of his shoulders. He leaned into Runaan’s hand. “Yes, Runaan.”

Runaan’s hand dropped to Tinker’s shoulder and squeezed. “That’s what I like to hear. Now. I brought you something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“A little. My head really hurts.”

“I brought something for that, too. The healers gave me a potion for you, but I thought you might enjoy it better with a little honey and a strawberry than drinking it straight.”

Tinker hummed softly in interest. “That does sound better, yes.”

One of the dishes on the table next to Tinker’s bed slid off the edge as Runaan shifted toward it from the edge of the bed. “All right, then. Open up. And stick your tongue out in case I drop any of this honey.”

Tinker’s brows rose under the bandages. Runaan, drop something? The idea was nearly unthinkable. But he did as instructed and pushed his tongue out a little.

Runaan’s soft chuckle was all the warning he had before his husband’s warm tongue lapped across his own, ending in a warm, firm kiss that made Tinker gasp and hum delightedly. Runaan gently rested his forehead against Tinker’s temple and murmured in his ear. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re too precious. Here. The strawberry this time, I promise.”

As he pulled back, Tinker let out a soft mumble of dissatisfaction. “Fine, the strawberry. But I found that kiss very therapeutic, and I want that information recorded in my chart.” Then he opened his mouth again, trying not to grin too widely even though his head hurt something fierce.

A cool strawberry slathered in honey rested gently on his tongue, pooling its tangy sweetness, and he quickly closed his mouth around it, capturing one of Runaan’s fingertips before he could pull away. Tinker took hold of Runaan’s wrist and gave his fingertip a thorough lick. Runaan let out a soft whuff of amused interest and allowed Tinker to place a soft kiss against his fingertip before letting him go and eating his medicinal fruit like the good patient he was.

Runaan scooped up Tinker’s hands again and kissed them both. “I’m glad you’re still with me, Tink. When they told me what had happened, how they found you…”

Tinker felt the potent herbs begin to seep into his system, dulling the pain in his head. He squeezed Runaan’s hands tightly. “I’m so sorry, my shade. That must have been awful.”

Runaan slid his hands up along Tinker’s arms until he cupped both sides of his jaw. He pressed a light kiss to each of Tinker’s cheeks, then to his nose, and finally against his lips. “We both know which of us is supposed to die first. It’s against the rules for you to jump the line like that. I forbid it, now and forever.”

Swimming in a black sea of heady drugs and sweet kisses, Tinker could only cling to Runaan’s wrists and smile. “You’re too soft to let me go. That’s what you’re saying.”

Runaan pressed the softest of kisses against Tinker’s forehead, atop the bandages. “That is what I’m saying. I’m too soft to lose you, and I always will be.”

Tinker felt Runaan’s tension in the shivering breaths he puffed against Tinker’s cheek. “I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll be more careful.”

“Please. Please be careful. Your talents are beautiful and amazing, but… but I need you, Tinker. Please don’t leave me.”

Tinker heard the faintest tremble in Runaan’s voice and felt a cold shiver plummet down his spine. Runaan truly had been afraid for Tinker’s life. Tinker traced Runaan’s arms until he could hold his cheeks and bring his face close. “Never. Never ever. I promise.”

The long, sweet kiss that followed felt exactly like the one they’d shared the night of their vows.

And then Tinker’s tummy growled.

Runaan broke the kiss with a smile. “Oh. You are hungry. Good.”

Tinker grinned. “You just want to feed me what you brought. What is it? It smells good.”

“I call it autumn soup.”

“You actually put cinnamon in it? And…” Tinker sniffed appreciatively, “…cloves? Who are you, and what have you done with my spice-averse husband?”

Runaan chuckled, and the second bowl on the table slid free with a tiny porcelain noise. “Well, I wasn’t planning to eat any, so I made it exactly the way you like it. Plenty of flavor and spice. If this doesn’t cure you, nothing will.”

“Promises, promises. Let’s see what you made. Metaphorically speaking.” Tinker rested a hand against Runaan’s wrist, opened wide again, and murmured an expectant ahh.

Runaan sighed as if bracing for bad news, but he spooned up a bite of something warm, sweet, and spicy and let Tinker guide it into his mouth. The flavor hit Tinker like a series of little fireworks in the darkness: Part pumpkin, part apple, with high notes of cherry and lemon rind, as well as crunchy chopped pecans, this concoction of Runaan’s was fit for Winter’s Turn itself. Tinker’s hand tightened around Runaan’s wrist in pleased surprise. “You made this?”

“I… I did. Is it all right?”

Tinker tsked apologetically. “I’m afraid I’m going to need another sample to be certain.”

Runaan’s soft exhalation of relief told Tinker that he’d said exactly the right thing. “It’s not too much?” he asked as he scooped up another bite.

Tinker guided the spoon in the general direction of his own mouth. “Too much what?” he asked, just before opening wide.

“Cinnamon? Clove? Runaan?”

Tinker snorted around his soup, and a dribble escaped through his laughter and ran down his chin. Runaan didn’t miss a beat, though, capturing it with the spoon and tucking it back where it belonged. Tinker made quick work of it before he laughed it out onto his lap. “I should’ve known,” he said when he could speak again.

“Known what?” Runaan asked fondly.

“That any soup made by an assassin is danger soup.”

“Wh- Danger soup?” Runaan’s voice rose in mock outrage. “I ought to shoot you for that entirely uncalled-for comment.”

“Mmm. Promise? You know I can never have too much Runaan, right?” Tinker let go of Runaan’s wrist and reached further, finding his shirt near his waist and tugging. “C’mere.”

The bowl immediately slid back onto the wooden table. “I don’t want to hurt you. Is it a good idea for me to…?”

“Only one way to find out. Now, scoot.” Tinker pulled insistently, reaching for his favorite landmarks on Runaan’s person, settling the tall assassin astride his lap. Runaan eased down with infinite care, as if afraid of squishing Tinker though he’d sat in his lap like this a thousand times before. Tinker’s hands rested comfortably, at home on Runaan’s hips, and he grinned widely, blindly, toward Runaan’s face. “There we go. Right where you belong, Shadebaby,” he sassed his husband.

Tinker felt Runaan shake with silent laughter. The assassin’s weight shifted. “You’re still too far away, Tink.” Runaan’s hands gently pulled Tinker forward from his stack of pillows and cradled him against his chest, holding his head with a delicate hand and pressing his ear against Runaan’s heart.

Tinker slid his arms around Runaan’s waist and held on tightly. His chest tightened, and his heart overflowed, pricking the corners of his eyes with happy tears. They soaked right into his bandages, and he didn’t care at all.

Runaan pressed a soft kiss to Tinker’s horn. “I’m not leaving until you feel better, Tink. I’m never leaving you again.”

Tinker breathed in Runaan’s familiar, intoxicating scent and felt the secure embrace of his husband’s loving arms. “I’m already better.”

Runaan’s murmur was a velvet promise. “Well, now I’m definitely staying.”

[introverted-and-unhinged]

Never Been in Love - Sweet Pea  x OC

Summary: (Based of a HC of mine) Sweet Pea lost his virginity to a close friend in high school and has had feelings for her ever since but was too Sweet Pea to do anything about it, and she’s too oblivious to notice. That is until now, the night of Cheryl Blossom’s infamous 21st birthday party, of course.

A/N:  I started working on this back in March, and it’s June now. Sorry it took so long, but it’s here now! AAAAAAND it might not the only thing I’m posting today. I wrote out the smut that goes along with this one, so I might post it. (I’ve never done that on this blog before.)

WC: 10,635 (super long because I super hope you won’t hate me for being MIA)

“Tiny, calm down,” Sweet Pea said, leaning back against the bar top at La Bonne Nuit. “I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“A bigger deal than it needs to be? This is Cheryl’s 21st birthday, Sweet Pea. It has to be perfect, or she’ll kill me,” Toni said as she paced back and forth across the main floor between the tables, running her hands through her hair.

“Just relax, T.”

“Relax? This is Cheryl we’re talking about.”

“She’s got you there, man,” Fangs chimed in from his seat next to Sweets.

“And, you know Red better than anyone. You’ve got this,” Sweet Pea said.

“Just because I know her better than anyone doesn’t mean I can pull this off. Like I said, it has to be perfect. The flowers, the decorations, the food, the drinks, the gifts.”

“I just think you shouldn’t stress so much. You should-”

“I swear to god, Sweet Pea. If you tell me to relax again, I’m going to kick your ass. It’s so obvious you’ve never been in love!” Toni snarked, rolling her eyes at the boy.

Sweet Pea’s light smirk fell from his face, and Fangs’ jaw dropped.

“Damn. Don’t you think that was a little harsh, Toni?” Fangs asked.

“What?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

Sweet Pea leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked up at the pink-haired girl.

“You think I want you to relax because I don’t know what it feels like to care about someone so much that you want to be able to do everything humanly possible to make them feel like the most important person in the world?” His voice was even, almost stern as he spoke. “Because you think I’ve never looked at someone and forgotten what it’s like to breathe or thought that there was no chance in hell that I was alive or awake, like I had to have been dead or dreaming, for them to be standing there in front of me?”

He looked down at his folded hands and the floor under them. Toni had never seen her tall, usually brooding friend look so fragile. The way his shoulders hung forward suggested this was something that had been weighing on him for some time now, and he’d been holding it all in expertly.

“Sweet Pea, I-”

“Because there’s never been one person in my life I think of before everyone else when something good happens or when I’ve had a shitty day and just need to let off some steam? You think I want you to relax because you’ve never seen me cuddled up with someone in the back of La Bonne Nuit or the Wyrm on a Friday night or because I’ve never ditched plans with you and Fangs to stay in and watch movies I’d never admit to liking in public while eating popcorn and drinking beer we snagged from the back room of the bar while no one was looking, which is just you assuming that’s not what I’ve wanted to be doing with my time, by the way.”

He lifted his head and rose from the stool. Toni’s shoulder’s slumped.

“You think I want you to relax because I’ve never met anyone who makes me want to fight less or be more?”

“Sweets,” Toni started, stepping toward him.

“I was just trying to be a good friend, Toni. I don’t want to see you stress yourself to death over this. It’s a party. It’s supposed to be fun. Remember that,” he said before shoving past the tables and stomping out of the bar.

As the door swung shut, Toni and Fangs exchanged a look.

“So,” she said taking the seat Sweets had been sitting in, “you have any idea who he’s in love with?”

“None,” Fangs said. “I’ve never heard him talk like that before.”

“Me either.”

“But he’s right, you know?” Fangs said, nudging her shoulder. “This is supposed to be all about having a fun time for Cheryl’s 21st.”

Toni nodded and looked toward the door, which was still swinging gently back and forth, as if to ask if she should go after Sweet Pea.

“I think, just give him some time,” Fangs almost whispered.

She nodded, getting up from her seat to get started on some of the decorations currently boxed up behind the bar.

 Sweet Pea was still kicking rocks in the Pop’s parking lot, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, when Ember arrived to help Toni set up for Cheryl’s party. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the gravel crunch beneath her combat boots as she walked up behind him.

“Uh oh,” she called out to him, “Did they already piss you off?”

Sweet Pea’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his stride carrying him quickly to her short frame. Growing up next door to one another had meant that Sweets and Ember had little choice in becoming close. Between the morning and evening carpools to school as kids and the weekend afternoons he spent at her trailer while his mom was at work—when she was still living with them, that is—they got to know each other well. She was someone he’d always felt comfortable with.

“A little,” he said honestly shrugging his shoulders.

“Wanna tell me about it?” she asked turning around and walking toward his bike instead of further toward the diner.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets as he walked with her, the backs of his fingers grazing lightly against the cool leather of her jacket as he did so. The difference in temperature sent chills down his spine.

“Toni just kind of blew up on me for telling her that she shouldn’t be taking this whole party thing so seriously and that she needed to relax.”

“She’s just a little stressed, you know? Cheryl’s probably putting more pressure on how perfect she wants her birthday to be than any of us realize.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that gives her a right to tell me it’s obvious I’ve never been in love,” he said with a huff as he leaned against his bike.

“Did she really?” Ember asked with her eyebrows raised, leaning next to him against his bike.

He nodded as Ember put her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Pea. Personally, I think that was uncalled for. I know it’s not ideal, but maybe give her the benefit of the doubt and try to think she just wasn’t thinking about how you might take that.”

“Thanks, Em,” he sighed, “and I know she wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, but if I’m being honest, it kinda stung.”

“Besides,” she said, “just because you’ve never had a proper girlfriend doesn’t mean you couldn’t have been in love with someone, right?”

“Right,” he replied quietly, glancing down at her next to him.

Ember nodded and lifted her head from Sweets’ shoulder leaning forward slightly, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket before tossing them lightly to her other hand and holding them out before him. Sweet Pea glanced down at the unopened pack then back at Em. He remembered the first time they’d smoked together at the end of their freshman year.

 Ember pulled the cigarette away from her lips, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before breathing it out into the cool night air between them.

“Want one?” she asked, presenting the pack to Sweet Pea.

The light outside the Wyrm flickered as he took the carton from her tipping it and pulling a cigarette from the cardboard box before closing the lid and handing it back to her. He loved the way the denim of her jeans hugged her hip as he watched her slide the box back into her back pocket. His eyes flicked back up to hers as she held out her lighter to him, flicking it on. He watched the flame dance next to her long, black nails as he inhaled. The ring of light on the tip of the cigarette reflected in her pupils. She smirked as the smoke left his slightly parted lips.

“I have a question for you,” she said, turning her body to face him and taking another drag of her cigarette.

“Hmm?” He mumbled turning his head toward her, not leaving his post against the brick wall behind him.

“Do you find me attractive?” she asked plainly. “You can be honest.”

“Yes,” he said looking down and flicking cigarette ash toward the ground, hoping Ember couldn’t see the blush creeping up his neck.

“Mmm,” she hummed inhaling another long drag while she took a step closer to Sweet Pea, who was still looking toward the ground as he brought his cigarette back to his own lips.

Ember played with the collar of his leather jacket, eyeing the dog tags in the middle of his chest. She could see his breath catch in his throat as he exhaled smoke.

“I have another question,” she said looking up at him through her lashes.

He met her eyes and nodded.

“Yeah?” he gulped, the intensity of her gaze clearly making him nervous.

“Would you want to have sex with me?” She asked, trailing her finger halfway across his chest and down his abdomen.

“Right- Right now?” He asked. He was sure his cheeks had flushed a deep red.

She pulled her hand away, and he dropped his half-finished cigarette on the concrete.

“No, not right now,” Ember said with a chuckle. “I was actually thinking this weekend? My parents are going to a conference for my dad’s job, so I’ll have the place all to myself.”

Sweet Pea ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He didn’t want to have to say the words that were going to come out of his mouth.

“Em,” he started kicking his boot over his fading cigarette, “you know I’ve never, um-”

“That’s why I’m asking you, Sweets.”

“Okay? That doesn’t make any sense,” he said before looking around and lowering his voice. “Why would you specifically ask a virgin to have sex with you? Wait. Is this some sort of weird kink?”

“No, Sweet Pea,” Ember said with a laugh as she hit him on the shoulder. “I’m asking you specifically because I’m a virgin, too.”

He raised his eyebrows as she took her final drag of her cigarette and tossed it into the parking lot. Whether she was holding her breath for dramatic effect or to feel the smoke in her lungs for just a little bit longer, he couldn’t be sure, but his heart was pounding.

“I’m just tired of waiting around for perfect this and special that,” Ember exhaled. “You know? I think you’re attractive, and I trust you, so let’s do this.”

“Let’s do each other, you mean?”

“Is that a yes?”

“I think I’d be crazy to say no.”

 Ember shook the pack of cigarettes in front of Sweet Pea’s face.

“Hello? Earth to Sweet Pea? You wanna smoke?” she asked.

He took the pack from her hand, his fingertips grazing over the back of her hand as he grabbed it.

“That depends,” he said with a smirk. “Are you gonna ask me to sleep with you this time, too?”

Ember smiled, shook her head, and shoved his shoulder lightly as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette.

“You wish,” she joked as he handed the pack back to her.

He still loved the way the denim of her jeans hugged her hip as he watched her slide the box into her back pocket. They finished their cigarettes in silence, leaning against his motorcycle outside of Pop’s diner, and for a brief moment Sweet Pea wished Ember had been inside to hear what he had said to Toni. Maybe, he thought, that would make whatever would come of what happened next a little bit easier for him. But, she hadn’t been, and he wasn’t going to tell her, so everything was just going to have to work itself out some other way.

As they walked into La Bonne Nuit, Ember gave the back of Sweet Pea’s arm a light squeeze and smiled at him as if to say, ‘I’m always here.’ Then, she walked over to Fangs at the bar to see what she could do to help. Toni set the glasses she was arranging at the end of the bar down and walked over to Sweet Pea.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” she said. “I never should have assumed-”

“It’s fine,” Sweet Pea cut her off. “Let’s just not talk about it. What do you need me to do?”

Ember and Fangs watched from their place at the bar, both expecting there to be more of a show as Fangs filled her in on Sweet Pea’s grand speech before he stormed out into the parking lot. They exchanged glances when Toni just started nodding and led Sweets over to a box of decorations and a step ladder, explaining that she and Fangs had been too short to get the streamers up high enough. Sweets mockingly patted her on the head and got to work, pushing the ladder to the side and opting to use a bar chair to stand on instead.

“I really expected there to be more of a fight there,” Fangs said as Toni walked up to him and Ember watching Sweets hang the streamers up across the bar.

“Me too,” Toni said. “Especially with how upset he was with me when he stormed out. I don’t get why he’d want to drop it all of a sudden.”

“He’s just so tall,” Ember said staring Sweet Pea up and down as he stretched his arms above his head to reach the ceiling. She couldn’t help but let her eyes trail down to his hip where his shirt had lifted away from his jeans and exposed his bare skin. Suddenly, she found herself noticing just how much he’d filled out since they were fifteen. His shoulders were broader, arms more toned, legs built with more lean muscle, and it looked like his abs—and presumably his chest—were more defined than they had been before.  

Fangs and Toni looked at her with their heads cocked to the side.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Fangs asked.

“Sorry,” Ember said with a shrug, tearing her eyes away from Sweet Pea. “I wasn’t here for all that stuff earlier, so I didn’t have anything relevant to add.”

“Well, I wish you had been,” Toni said. “Maybe you could have provided us with some insight into where all of Sweet Pea’s hidden feelings came from.”

“You sure he wasn’t just talking about Josie?” Ember asked.

Toni and Fangs paused for a beat and looked at each other. Honestly, they hadn’t even considered Josie as an option.

“Didn’t even think of that, did ya?”

Toni and Fangs shook their heads, exchanging more glances in a sort of silent conversation with one another. They were hitting each other in the shoulder and grunting when Sweet Pea came over with his eyebrows furrowed. He stood next to Ember and stared at their other two friends questioningly.

“They’re doing some weird thing because neither of them considered that you might have been in love with Josie,” Ember said, leaning toward Sweet Pea as if she were trying to tell him something in secret but not lowering her voice at all.

“Oh,” Sweet Pea said looking between his three friends. “Well. I’m not, and I wasn’t.”

Toni and Fangs stopped fighting like children and looked back and forth between each other and Ember then to Sweets before landing back on Ember as if asking for answers.

“Well, fuck me!” Ember said putting her hands up. “Sorry, guys. I really thought I had something there. Guess I should leave the sleuthing to Betty and Jughead after all.”

Sweet Pea leaned over to grab a chair from the table they were all standing around and pulled it closer to him, loudly scraping the legs across the floor. As he did so, he spoke under his breath so that only Ember could hear him.

“Is that another offer, Em?”

Ember promptly choked on her own spit while Sweets took his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking to himself.

“You okay, Em?” Fangs asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said between coughs while walking to the bar to get some water. “Sweet Pea’s just an ass.”

“What did he say this time?” Toni asked, glaring at him.

“Nothing!” Sweets and Ember said in unison.

 After another hour of decorating and taking twenty minutes to rearrange the tables to make more room for dancing on the main floor, Veronica and Betty showed up with the food Toni had ordered from the catering service, and Jughead and Reggie arrived with the booze. Ember couldn’t decide if Veronica and Reggie not dating anymore made it harder or easier to be in the same room with them. Seeing another girl with her ex made her feel jealous even when she didn’t want to be, but now that Reggie and Veronica were also exes, Ember wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel obligated to team up with Veronica or something. Were they supposed to spend the whole night hating on Reggie or pining over him and talking about how soft his hair is? She watched Jug and Reggie unload beers into the fridges below the bar, their heads bobbing up and down like buoys as the tide comes in. The light glistened off the bottles sitting on the bar top above them.

“What’s up?” a deep voice broke Ember out of her trance.

She looked to her right to see Sweet Pea sitting next to her wearing a bright red feather boa. She lifted the end of the party favor and tickled his cheek with it, causing him to smile.

“Not much. Why are you wearing this?” she asked, tickling his face again.

“Toni said I had to be festive,” he replied grabbing the end of the boa from her hand and waving it back in her face with a laugh.

The sound of Ember’s giggling caught Toni’s attention around the corner of the bar, and when she looked up, she smacked Fangs in the chest pointing her finger at their friends. Sweet Pea and Ember sat facing one another, their faces just inches apart, both with goofy smiles. Ember’s nose scrunched up as Sweets tickled it with the feather boa before she batted it away with her hand. She quickly grabbed the other end and attacked his cheek, causing him to pull to the side and nearly fall of his stool. They both erupted in laughter as Ember held out her arm to try and catch him. Fangs’ jaw dropped as he watched Ember and Sweet Pea while they thought no one was paying attention.

“Is there something going on between our two best friends that we’ve been completely missing?” he whispered to Toni.

As their laughter died down, Ember returned her attention to Jughead and Reggie, letting her eyes fall on Reggie’s movements behind the bar. She didn’t want to get back with him, but being in the same room with him wasn’t exactly easy. Everything he did was still too familiar. Sweet Pea followed her gaze, his smile falling when he realized she was watching Reggie with a look reminiscent of nostalgia on her face. He clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers on the bar a couple times before standing up.

“I’m gonna go see if there’s anything else Toni needs us to do,” he said.

Ember tore her eyes away from Reggie to look up at Sweet Pea and nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Sounds good.”

“If there’s anything going on,” Toni said to Fangs, noticing that Sweet Pea was headed their way, “it’s entirely one-sided, and I don’t think it’s because of a lack of effort on Sweets’ part.”

“How did we miss-” Fangs started.

“What did we miss?” Sweet Pea asked sitting down next to Fangs.

“Nothing,” Toni said. “We didn’t miss a thing.” She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and smiled at him. “People should be starting to arrive any minute now. Why don’t you and Fangs take the first shift of door duty, and I’ll have Jug and Reggie tag you out later?”

The boys nodded, standing up and heading toward the door. Toni grabbed Fangs by the bicep and held him back, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Do not say anything to him,” she said.

“But-”

“Fangs,” she said, her voice sharp and eyes narrow.

“Fine,” he bit back, yanking his arm out of her grasp. “I won’t say anything to him.”

Fangs tugged at his flannel sleeve as he walked away from Toni; Sweet Pea eyed the two of them cautiously.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Fangs said.

 The boys had been manning the door in strained silence for fifteen minutes before Sweet Pea finally spoke.

“Alright, dude, you look like you’re in physical pain over there. What the fuck is up with you?”

Fangs let out a long sigh, his shoulders relaxed, and his jaw unclenched as he walked over to Pea’s side of the door.

“I just- why didn’t you tell me, man? I thought I was your best friend?”

“What do you mean why didn’t I tell you?” Sweet Pea asked.

“That you have, or had, feelings for someone. That’s a big deal, bro.”

“Why would I tell you when I didn’t even tell her?” Sweet Pea asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The look on his face was pure defeat. His jaw was slack, eyes sullen, and lips in a thin, tight line.

“You could,” Fangs said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I can’t.”

“Come on,” Fangs laughed. “I’m sure Em would be more willing to talk to you about it than you think.”

Sweet Pea’s head snapped up at the mention of her name, and he slammed his forearm across Fangs’ chest, shoving him into the door and grabbing a fistful of Fangs’ shirt with his other hand. Sweet Pea’s eyes narrowed and locked onto Fangs’ dark and wide ones.

“I swear to God, Fogarty. If you say one word to Ember about this, I will beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Do you hear me? I don’t know how you fucking figured it out, and I won’t deny it now, but if she gets word of this in one night after I’ve worked for nearly four fucking years to keep my feelings a secret, you will pay for it. You got that?”

Fangs nodded, swallowing hard. He spoke quietly, only after Sweet Pea had let him go and given him a chance to straighten out his shirt.

“Four years?” he asked.

Sweet Pea nodded, looking at the ground and scuffing the tile lightly with the heel of his boot. Just as Fangs was about to ask more questions, Jughead and Reggie came up to take the next door shift, muttering something about how Toni wanted Fangs and Sweet Pea inside to help with one last thing before Cheryl arrived.

“This conversation isn’t over,” Fangs said as they went to find Toni.

“Yes. It is,” Sweet Pea replied, and before Fangs could get another word in he was asking Toni, “What do you need us to do?”

From behind the bar, Toni pulled out four shot glasses and filled them each to the brim with tequila and set one in front of herself and each of the boys. Ember came up behind Toni carrying saltshakers and a bowl of lime wedges. She set them down in between the shot glasses and looked at her friends.

“Knock ‘em back, bitches! We have no idea what Cheryl is going to make us do tonight,” Ember said with a laugh.

“Shit, maybe we should’ve made these doubles,” Sweet Pea retorted before kitten licking the back of his hand then giving Ember a swift wink before pouring salt over his skin.

“Hey!” Toni shouted, too preoccupied with salting her own hand to notice the exchange between her friends.

“We can do another,” Ember said raising her shot glass.

The others followed suit, raising their glasses and tapping them on the counter before licking the salt of their hands, downing their shot, and then sucking the lime between their teeth. Before Ember could pour out more shots, Betty and Veronica shouted from the other end of the bar that Cheryl was pulling in the parking lot. Toni grabbed Fangs to help with the sash and other cutesy accessories they had picked out and ran to the doors, leaving Sweets and Ember standing on either side of the bar in confusion. He leaned over, pushing the used shot glasses out of the way, and gave her a cheeky grin.

“I couldn’t quite hear you over Toni’s screeching. Did you say we could do each other? That’s three offers in one night, Em. A little excessive, don’t you think?”

Ember rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Sweet Pea so that their faces were mere inches apart. She let out a soft, slow breath as she reached her arm out and grabbed the bottle of tequila next to him, sliding the glass across the bar while she looked him dead in the eyes.

“Keep this up, and I’ll just have to start taking shots every time you mention having sex with me, Sweets,” she said pulling away and taking a swig straight from the bottle.

Sweet Pea laughed while he watched her put the bottle down and walk out from behind the bar to join Toni and Cheryl now that they had officially made their way into the party. Then, he grabbed the bottle and took a swig before screwing the cap back on and finding a sharpie behind the bar. He wrote Toni’s initials on the bottle and placed it with the rest of the party stuff behind the bar before finding himself a seat with his friends.

For the first hour or so of the party, everyone mingled and ate snacks and had a few drinks, but once Cheryl was done making heart eyes and Toni for setting up such a ‘lovely soiree’ for their anniversary, she decided to take a little more control. Cheryl’s personal playlist opened the floodgates to the dance floor, and the last thing Sweet Pea wanted to do was dance in front of the entire population of Riverdale High. He sat for a while off to the side drinking his beer and talking to Fangs until Kevin and Betty pulled him into the crowd. Fangs was nice enough to fake a struggle, reaching his hand out to Sweets dramatically while shouting, “I have to stay for solidarity!”

Sweet Pea laughed him off and shouted back a “be safe out there!” before his eyes scanned the room for Jughead. It wasn’t his first choice, but he was hoping if Betty were with Kevin, it might mean Jughead was off the dance floor sitting somewhere safe, too. Before Sweets could find him, his eyes locked with a pair of deep green ones in the crowd. Ember smiled at him mischievously and started dancing her way through the people twisting and grinding around her. Before he could try to get up and walk away, she was standing in front of him, chest heaving in deep breaths. Sweet Pea looked up at her from his seat, the sweat on her brow and above her light, pink lips glistened against the low lighting of the bar. Rarely was Ember in a position to look down at him, but there was something about the way her features looked from this angle that made his chest tighten. She stepped forward, leaning over him completely, and her shirt fell away from her chest as she bent down. Sweets tried not to let his eyes flicker downward, but he knew it was a battle easily lost as she placed her hand on his shoulder and brought her face next to his so he could hear her over the music.

“You look bored,” she said.

Her bra was red lace.

“Come dance with me.”

He hadn’t really heard the words she said to him until she pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him up out of his seat and toward the dance floor. He stopped as they approached the crowd of people. Ember looked reader to shoulder her way through.

“Em,” he said, pulling her closer and leaning down so she could hear him, “you know I don’t dance.”

She dropped his hand from hers and moved it to the underside of the bottle of beer he was holding before gently pushing it up toward his lips. Their eyes stayed locked on each other’s as she tipped the bottle back and made him drink what was left.

“Now put that bottle down and come with me!” Ember shouted over the music, dragging him through the crowd.

“Hey! It’s Sweet Pea!” Fangs shouted from his place pressed between Kevin and Betty. “Did you guys know he’s my best friend!?”

Sweet Pea shook his head and grabbed the drink from Fangs’ hand.

“I think you need to slow down there, buddy,” Sweets said, but Fangs was too far gone to notice.

He placed a hand on Ember’s shoulder while the other held the confiscated drink right in front of her face.

“On the other hand,” he whispered in her ear, “you might want this because I could have sworn you just invited me to cum with you.”

Sweet Pea smirked against her ear when he felt Ember’s hand reach for the glass and take the drink from him. She brought it to her lips and chugged what was left, her friends’ eyes widening as they watched.

“Yes, bitch!” Toni shouted as she took the empty glass and set it on a nearby table.

For the next few songs, Sweet Pea mostly just stood in the crowd shuffling and turning his body so that he wouldn’t get hit as his friends danced around him and on each other, but he tried to stay as close to Ember as he possibly could, occasionally resting his hand on her hip or back as she pressed her body against his and moved her hips. It might have been more enjoyable for him if he didn’t have Fangs on the other side also pressed up against him and occasionally grabbing and Sweet Pea’s hands, arms, or hips and trying to force him to move in ways that he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to move in. Every once in a while, Sweet Pea was okay with some dancing, but he wasn’t trying to do the chicken dance and the robot at the same time like Fangs seemed to think was appropriate at the moment.

“Okay, seriously!” Sweets shouted over the music while he pushed his best friend off him for the fifth time during the same song, “Who let him drink this much?”

Kevin and Toni both pointed and each other then started laughing hysterically, only stopping when Sweet Pea pushed Fangs over to the two of them. Stumbling, Fangs caught himself by wrapping an arm around each of their necks and then pulling them both in for a tight hug.

“You two are great. You know that? We’re all great,” Fangs stopped to giggle, “but none of us are straight!”

Toni and Kevin stared at one side of Fangs’ face as he stood between them cackling at himself.

“Maybe we should take him to go sit and drink some water,” Kevin said.

“Great idea! I’ll lead,” Sweet Pea shouted over the music as he clapped Kevin on the back and pushed through the crowd.

Kevin, Fangs, Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Reggie, Cheryl, Toni, and Ember formed a train following Sweet Pea away from the dance floor and to a big, circular booth away from the crowd and the speakers. Ember snuck through to get some water for Fangs, followed by Cheryl who eyed the bottle of tequila with her girlfriend’s initials on it from earlier in the night.

“What’s this?” she asked Ember swishing the liquid around.

“That would be the beginning of Fangs’ downward spiral, I think,” Ember replied with a laugh. “I’d be happy to make you a drink or do a shot with you if you want.”

“Oh, I think we should all do shots,” Cheryl said. “Everyone except Fangs, of course.”

“Hold on,” Ember said putting the water down and crouching beneath the bar.

She came back up with more unopened bottles of tequila and clean shot glasses. She put them on the counter next to the open bottle and rushed to the back room, holding up her pointer finger telling Cheryl to keep waiting as she walked away. Ember reappeared with more lime wedges and saltshakers on a tray. She placed everything together and looked over at Cheryl with a smile.

“If everyone is doing shots, then we’ll need plenty to go around.”

Ember grabbed the water and an extra pitcher while Cheryl grabbed the tray, and the two walked over to their friends. Ember set the water and pitcher down in front of Fangs before picking up his hand and placing it around the glass for him and guiding it to his lips like she’d done with Sweet Pea’s beer bottle earlier. Sweets watched the way Fangs eyed Ember as she made him drink the water, clenching his fists under the table. He relaxed only when Cheryl startled him by slamming the tray down on the table. Cheryl took her seat at the edge of the circular booth opposite him, leaving Ember to take the edge of the seat next to him. Reggie pulled up a chair and set it in the middle of the gap to complete the circle.

“In honor of my totally amazing 21st birthday,” Cheryl started, clapping her hands together, “we’re going to play a classic game of Never Have I Ever. Everyone, take a shot glass and fill it up!”

As the bottle of tequila was going around the table, Fangs grabbed for it, but Kevin swiftly took it from his hands.

“Drink some more water before you have any more of that,” he said, to which Fangs pouted.

“Would it help if you put your water in a shot glass, Fangs?” Ember asked from across the table. “Once you do six shots of water, you can have a shot of tequila.”

“Deal!” Fangs shouted pouring water into his shot glass and spilling some all over the table.

“Birthday girl, you start,” Veronica said looking at Cheryl.

“Of course. Let’s start easy. Never Have I Ever used a heinous pick up line to try to impress someone.”

Everyone at the table except Ember and Veronica took their shot.

“That’s one!” Fangs cheered. “Five more to go!”

“TT, I’m a little disappointed in you,” Cheryl said looking at her girlfriend with genuine concern.

“In my defense, it was on a dare,” Toni replied.

“Slightly less appalling. Who’s next? Cheryl asked looking to her left and right.

“I guess I’ll go,” Toni piped up. “Never Have I Ever been on a shitty blind date.”

Sweets and Kevin took a shot.

“Hey wait!” Fangs shouted. “The only blind date either of you have been on was with someone I set you up with.”

“Yeah, dude,” Sweet Pea said shaking his head, “and it was horrible. The girl couldn’t stop talking about her ex the entire time. She even showed me pictures of him while we were at dinner.”

“My turn!” Kevin interjected before Fangs had time to question him about his date, “Never Have I Ever had sex on the first date.”

Fangs, Ember, Reggie, and Veronica took a shot, and Sweet Pea lifted his glass before pausing.

“Wait, is it the same if you didn’t go on a date but just had sex with someone?” he asked.

“No, that’s different,” Kevin said.

Sweet Pea put his glass back down and tried not to glance at Ember sitting next to him.

“Fangs?” Cheryl asked after a long pause.

“Shh. I’m thinking,” He said as he stared at the water in his shot glass.

“Well, think faster or we’re skipping you.”

“Got it. Never Have I Ever had a friend with benefits,” Fangs said looking Sweet Pea directly in the eyes.

“Are you trying to target me, right now?” Sweets asked.

“What? No.”

“Then why are you staring at me like that? You didn’t even look to see if anyone else took a shot.”

“Oh, yeah. Did anyone else take a shot?” Fangs asked.

“I did,” Kevin said.

“Me too,” Toni said.

“Same,” Veronica chimed in.

“Yep,” said Reggie.

“Totally,” said Ember.

Sweet Pea looked over at Ember then at the rest of the group for good measure before looking back to Fangs.

“So, you gonna take that shot or not?”

“Point of clarification,” Sweets said, “for anyone that took a shot, does it count if the quote ‘benefits’ only happened once?”

“Um, if the person was a friend and not a random one-night stand, I think that still counts,” Reggie said.

“I think that’s up to you,” Ember said.

“Okay then,” Sweets said looking right at Fangs as he tossed the shot back. “You’re up Jughead.”

“All right. Never have I Ever had to hide a hickey from my parents.”

All the girls and Fangs took a shot.

“Really Fangs?” Jughead laughed.

“What? I date guys too!”

“My turn!” Betty said, “Never Have I Ever had sex with someone I wasn’t dating.”

Everyone drank to a chorus of “cheap shot!”

“Sorry, guys. I just wanted to get everyone,” Betty laughed.

“Yeah, that’s totally not fair,” Fangs slurred. “Especially because Sweets only sleeps with people he’s not dating.”

“You’re supposed to be taking shots of water!” Sweet Pea yelled.

“Oopsie,” Fangs said swishing the bottle of tequila in his hand and giggling.

The sight of his friend like that and the shots he’d downed since the game had started made Sweet Pea laugh back. He picked up a lime wedge from the middle of the table and sucked on it, still chuckling, as Kevin took the bottle away from Fangs once more.

“Listen, it’s not my fault, bro. Sometimes I wanna date a girl I slept with, and it just doesn’t happen, but we’re not here to talk about that, so what do ya got for us Ronnie?”

“Okay. Never Have I Ever done it in my parents’ bed.”

Reggie, Jughead, Betty, Cheryl, and Kevin took a shot.

“I must say, Veronica, after everything Hiram did, I’m a little surprised you never had that sort of subtle revenge,” Cheryl said.

Veronica shrugged.

“All right, Sweets. You’re up,” Cheryl said, “Is it time to enact your revenge plot on Fangs?”

“You know what, since he’s not actually drinking, I think I’ll just go with something that’ll get the rest of you to take a shot and generally annoy Fangs.”

“Go on,” Cheryl prodded lifting her glass.

“Never Have I Ever,” Sweet Pea started, looking around at everyone’s faces knowing what he was about to say was true only because of the way he planned on wording it, “told any of you,” he paused to look Fangs directly in the eyes, “who I lost my virginity to.”

Everyone except Ember took their shot while Fangs crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Sweets.

“Not cool, man,” he said.

Sweet Pea smirked as he leaned back in his seat.

“Wait,” Reggie spoke up slapping his hand on the table. “You’re telling me that your best friend doesn’t even know who you lost your v-card to?”

Sweet Pea shook his head.

“Why not?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Reg!”

“Personal reasons.”

“So, was it like really bad? You just don’t want to talk about it with anyone?” Reggie pressed.

“No, it was actually pretty good for it being both our first time and all.”

“And you didn’t wanna brag about that?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Reg!” Fangs said louder this time.

Sweet Pea shook his head. He could Feel Ember tensing beside him, so he brushed the back of his hand against the outside of her thigh under the table. It seemed to make her relax a little bit.

“Was she not that attractive?” Reggie asked with a look that not-so-subtly said ‘you can tell us the truth.’

Ember tensed up again.

“Smokin’ hot, dude.”

She let out a small chuckle only Sweet Pea could hear, and he rested his palm on her knee.

“What’s more important here,” Toni interjected, “is the fact that we’re not addressing that we have two people here who are cruel enough to withhold this kind of information from their best friend. Ember didn’t take her shot either and even if I hadn’t watched her, I would know because I’m her best friend.”

“Shit, you’re in trouble. She just busted out your full first name, Em,” Betty said.

Ember rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat.

“You and I weren’t best friends at the time, T. We’ve been over this. Like you said, I didn’t take my shot because no one at this table knows. That’s what Sweet’s said, ‘Never Have I Ever told any of you who I lost my virginity to.’ isn’t it?”

“Wait,” Sweet Pea said turning to Ember, “You didn’t take a shot?”

“We just went over this, Sweets.”

“I know. It’s just that technically you should have because of what you said earlier, you know?”

Ember looked up at him as a sly grin spread across his lips. With all the alcohol coursing through her body, she had to really try to think about what Sweets was hinting at. She stared at him with a blank look.

“Remember?” He said with a laugh as he slowly trailed his fingertips along her thigh under the table. “We were at the bar at the start of the party?”

Ember remembered him leaned over, his arms across his chest, and their faces inches apart as she reached for the tequila bottle that was no empty on the table in front of them. She also remembered the way his biceps strained against the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel shirt as he pressed his forearms into the wooden bar top. Hoping that her hand wasn’t shaky she reached for her shot glass and tried to blink away the image of Sweet Pea’s arms in her mind.

“You’re right,” she said, bringing the glass to her lips and tipping it back with her head.

Sweet Pea watched intently as her lips parted, the liquid sliding along her pouty lower lip as her tongue darted out to act as a guide. He wanted to wrap his hand around the back of her neck and keep her like that, remove the glass and replace it with his lips.

“What was that about?” Veronica asked, placing both her elbows on the table and leaning around Sweet Pea.

He smoothly removed his hand from Ember’s leg, silently cursing himself and hoping Veronica hadn’t seen.

“Nothing,” Ember and Sweet Pea said in unison.

“We’ve just had another game going all night, and I forgot the rules,” she smiled. “My turn, right?”

Ember looked around the table while she thought. Each person was staring right back at her. Scanning her friend’s eyes, she giggled and shook her head at herself.

“Some of you are going to hate me for this,” she started, “but Never Have I Ever had sex in a bunker.”

The group collectively groaned, and some took their shots.

“I thought we agreed never to bring that up again,” Jughead said pointing his finger at Ember.

She shrugged and turned her attention to Reggie.

“Your turn.”

“Easy,” he said. “Since we’re bringing up old dirt, Never Have I Ever hooked up with the same girl,” he paused to look at Cheryl and Jughead, “as someone else at this table.”

After rolling her eyes, Cheryl went to take her shot, but stopped when Sweet Pea spoke up.

“Wait, I thought it had to be something you haven’t done,” he said.

“It is,” Reggie said.

“No, you said no one at this table has hooked up with the same girl as you.”

Ember punched Sweet Pea’s leg under the table, but he didn’t seem to feel it.

“Yeah, Sweets. To my knowledge, the only girls Reggie’s been with at this table are Em and Ronnie.”

“Right,” Sweets slurred, holding his head up by placing his hand on his chin, “so he can’t say that no one else at this table has- oh, fuck!”

Everyone stared at Sweet Pea wide-eyed as he shot upright, going completely tense as he realized what he was saying.

“Whoa, Pea,” Reggie said, “are you saying you and Ronnie hooked up?”

Sweet Pea covered his face with his hands while everyone waited for him to respond.

“Fuck!” Fangs shouted.

Everyone’s heads snapped toward him, and Sweets peered at his best friend through his fingers.

“You fucking fucked Ember, didn’t you?” he turned to Ember, “Didn’t he?”

Ember’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head.

“I- we- um,” she stammered.

Sweet Pea dragged his hands down his face.

“Chill, Fangs,” he said, “It’s not that big of a deal. It was-”

“Oh! My! God!” Fangs shouted, slapping his hands don on the table and leaning forward, “It was her.”

He snapped his head toward Toni, and she finally caught on.

“You wouldn’t tell me because it was Sweets!” she shouted.

“Wait,” Betty chimed in, “is what you’re getting at in all this shouting that Em and Sweet Pea not only hooked up but also that they lost their virginity to one another?”

“Yes!” Fangs and Toni shouted at the same time.

A chorus of gasps and shouts went around the table, and when everyone settled down Ember’s cheeks were bright pink. Sweet Pea sat beside her with his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“And this is exactly why we never told any of you about it,” he huffed upward.

“Guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” Ember said looking down at the table.

“Oh?” Sweet Pea snapped, bringing his gaze down, “It wasn’t a big deal?”

When Ember looked up to meet his eyes, Sweet Pea looked genuinely hurt, like she had really offended him.

“Didn’t know that’s why we weren’t telling anyone,” he barked, pushing himself up off the seat and using his long legs to climb over the back of the booth instead of waiting for Ember to get up and let him out.

For the second time, Sweet Pea stormed out of the bar, though this time it was far less graceful as he drunkenly tripped over some stray chairs. During their game, he hadn’t noticed that nearly everyone else at the party had cleared out. There were only a handful of people left hanging in the actual diner, likely waiting to sober up enough to get home or wisely grabbing their hangover meal now instead of venturing out for it tomorrow.

Ember, especially when drunk, was nowhere near tall enough to keep up with Sweet Pea’s strides when he was angry walking. Despite the fact that she hadn’t stopped calling after him since he jumped the booth, he didn’t seem to hear her, or if he did, he didn’t care. She knew there was no way she was going to get faster, and now that he had made it fully outside the diner, it was likely that she would lose sight of him in the dark soon. So, the only think Ember knew to do was get louder.

“FUCK’S SAKE!” She screamed, “SWEET PEA, SLOW DOWN. JESUS CHRIST.”

Hearing her scream at him broke him out of his cloud of anger, and he stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Sweet Pea turned around to see Ember out-of-breath and forcefully stomping towards him.

“I don’t care if you’re mad at me. You’re not storming off into the night drunk,” she said stopping in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest.

Sweet Pea noticed the strap of her red, lace bra peaking out on her left shoulder, and he took a long, deep breath. He tried to focus on her words. Mad. Storming. Drunk. Drunk.

“I’m too drunk for this,” Sweet Pea said shaking his head, but shaking his head started to throw him off balance and caused him to sway backward.

“Good God, Sweets,” Ember said rushing forward to steady him. “You’re twice my size, and you’re drunk of your ass right now.”

“You’re fucking drunk too.”

“Well, I know that,” Ember said placing her hands on her hips.

“I’m gonna sit down,” Sweet Pea slurred before plopping himself down right in the middle of the parking lot.

He looked up at Ember, his head lulling back as his drunk body wasn’t steady. She stepped closer to him, looking down at him with a soft smile. It reminded him of the way she looked at him that night after it had really hit him what they were doing together, and he started to feel nervous and insecure. She had such a pretty smile, so sweet and warm. Like her lips. He could just reach out and pull her down to him like she’d done that night, just pull her to him and kiss her. He wondered if that would explain everything.

“I can’t kiss you,” Sweet Pea said.

“What?” Ember asked as she stepped closer, thinking she might have heard him wrong.

“I can’t kiss you,” he said louder and more clearly this time.

“What are you talking about, Sweets?”

“I was thinking about it. I could, you know?” he looked up at her with the same sort of amusement as a kid in a candy store when he spoke. “I could just pull you down to me right now and kiss you, but I can’t because we’re drunk.”

“Because we’re drunk?”

“Yep. Because we’re drunk. Like, we’re really fucking drunk, my dude.”

They both started to laugh uncontrollably. Ember clutched her stomach and plopped down right next to Sweet Pea, still laughing.

“We are really fucking drunk, aren’t we?” she asked him.

He nodded.

“I’m drunk because Fangs was trying to find a way to use that game to make me tell you that I’m in love with you, but he failed so hard. You want to know why he failed? Because he’s really fucking drunk, too. Why are you so drunk?”

“Wait,” Ember stopped and looked at Sweet Pea, searching for some sort of presence behind his eyes, “Did you just say that Fangs was trying to get you to tell me that you’re in love with me?”

“Did I?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“Well, pretend you didn’t. You weren’t supposed to. I’ve been keeping that one a secret for like four years,” Sweet Pea said before lying back on the pavement and staring up at the night sky.

“No. Fuck that,” Ember said, pulling at Sweet Pea’s shoulders and trying to get him to sit back up.

When he stayed put, she pulled out her phone and started recording a video. She set her phone down on the pavement next to her and tried again to get Sweet Pea to sit up.

“You don’t get to tell me to pretend I didn’t hear you say that you’re in love with me and that you have been for four years and then proceed to pass out on the fucking pavement in the fucking Pop’s parking lot, Sweet Pea. Get the fuck up.”

“What the hell is going on out here?” Fangs called from across the parking lot.

Ember stood up and turned to face him before throwing her hands in the air.

“This dumbass won’t get off the fucking ground,” she called to Fangs.

As he walked over, Ember noticed that Fangs looked significantly more sober than he had been when she and Sweet Pea left the bar. Fangs stopped next to Ember and looked down at Sweet Pea, who just waved up at him. Fangs chuckled before sticking his hand out to Sweets.

“Come on, buddy,” he said. “I think it’s time we get everyone home. Toni ordered us all Ubers on Cheryl’s account.

Sweets stuck his hand up from the ground and let Fangs help him up. When his head stopped spinning, he realized Ember was gone, and he could barely remember what they’d been talking about. He just had a feeling that he was mad at her for some reason.

 The next morning, Sweet Pea woke to banging on his front door that rang through his head and all the way down his back. When he moved from his bed, his whole body hurt. Stepping over his shoes and clothes from last night that we haphazardly thrown on his bedroom floor, he made his way to his dresser and pulled out a pair of gym shorts to put on. He shielded his eyes from the sun coming from his living room window when he came to the door, the banging still constant and seemingly growing louder the longer it took him to reach the front of the house. When he opened the door, Ember stood there still in here oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, and she looked pissed. Sweet Pea started running through anything he could remember from last night, and everything after his stupid joke at the bar came up blank. He knew she wasn’t mad about that, but he was more than a little scared to find out what he’d done. Ember pushed past him and stomped her way into his living room, the sound of her feet—even on the carpeted floor—felt like nerve endings being pulled right out of Sweet Pea’s head.

“Explain this,” Ember said sharply, thrusting her phone in Sweet Pea’s face.

It was a shaky video of the Pop’s parking lot.

“What the fuck, Em? Did you take a shitty video of the parking lot?” he asked.

“Listen,” she bit back.

He held he phone closer to his ear, and he could hear a very drunk-sounding Em through the speaker: “You don’t get to tell me to pretend I didn’t hear you say that you’re in love with me and that you have been for four years and then proceed to pass out on the fucking pavement in the fucking Pop’s parking lot, Sweet Pea. Get the fuck up.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes closed tightly as he took in a sharp breath. He remembered shoving Fangs against the door at the start of the party and threatening him. He remembered making more suggestive comments to Em throughout the night. And, he vaguely remembered the game of Never Have I Ever, which resulted in his storming out of the bar. When he opened his eyes, Ember was still glaring at him with her shoulders tense and jaw clenched. He looked down her body and saw he fist balled tightly by her side and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” she seethed.

Sweet Pea looked her in the eyes, and his whole body relaxed. She knew now. There was no getting around that, and no matter how terrified he was to have this conversation with her, he had to admit one thing.

“You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?” he asked with a genuine smile spreading across his lips.

Ember softened and cocked her head to the side.

“What?”

“You’re brilliant. Even when you’re drunk off your ass, you’re thinking of ways to hold me accountable. I mean, taking a video so you have some sort of proof to call me out on is just beyond me, Em.”

“Not the point, Sweet Pea.”

“Sorry,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender before bringing her over to the couch to sit.

“Is this true?” She asked, shaking the phone in his face.

He cupped his hands around her hand and the phone and gently brought in down to her lap. For a moment, he saw something flash in her eyes, something soft and maybe vulnerable, but her expression hardened again quickly.

“Are you asking me if I’m in love with you?” Sweets asked softly.

“Yes,” Ember said matching his tone.

“Then yes,” he said as he let go of her hand and brought his own to rest in his lap.

He didn’t want to look up at here; he was afraid her expression hadn’t softened to match her tone. He was afraid in general. That’s why he’d never said anything about it in the first place. He and Ember had been neighbors and friends since before they even got to decide who their friends were, before Toni and Fangs and the Serpents. She was one constant he couldn’t justify the risk of losing. When they’d managed to keep their friendship in the same condition after their agreement, Sweet Pea decided it was best not to test their luck.

“And you just didn’t say anything for four years?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Sweet Pea knew the sound of Ember’s voice strained in that way all to well, and sure enough, when he looked up to meet her eyes, she was holding back tears and her bottom lip was quivering.

“Is it because of what I said?” she squeaked, tears spilling down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath.

“What? Em, what are you talking about?”

She looked down and played with the hem of her t-shirt, sniffling. Sweet Pea watched as she quickly wiped her tears and looked up at the light, holding more back. She spoke so softly this time that Sweet Pea had to lean in to hear her.

“When I said, ‘As long as you can promise not to go falling in love with me’ afterward,” she said as more tears fell. “Is that why you never said anything? Because I didn’t mean it like that. I never wanted you to feel like- I was just kidding because we were best friends, and we’d just had sex, and I was trying to be funny because I was afraid things were going to be weird, and-”

Realization hit Sweet Pea in the gut as he listened to Ember stammer through her tears. She thought that it was her fault he’d never told her, like she did something wrong. His throat tightened up as he watched her sniffle and cry in front of him, and all he could think to do was pull her right onto his lap and hold her. He pressed her head to his chest, wrapped his arms around her, and set his chin on top of her head. He completely enveloped her, and he could feel her let go, fully sobbing onto his bare skin and shaking in his grasp.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she kept saying over and over, only making him want to squeeze her tighter and tighter.

“Shh, Emmy,” he cooed, using a nickname she rarely let anyone else use, “it’s okay. It’s not like that at all. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

After five minutes of Sweet Pea whispering in her ear, Ember had calmed down enough to actually comprehend what he was saying instead of just hearing the melodic cadence of his words. When Sweet Pea pulled away, he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks and gave her a small smile.

“See? Okay. We’re good now, right?” he said.

“No!” she shouted, causing Sweet Pea to jump back at her sudden outburst. “If I didn’t make you think I wasn’t interested by saying that, then why didn’t you just fucking tell me you had feelings for me? For God’s sake, we had sex, and you couldn’t just talk to me?”

Sweet Pea looked at her all puffy-eyed and red-nosed and yelling at him, and all he could do was laugh. When she put it like that, he saw exactly what she meant. They crossed the boundaries of their friendship in a way that so many people would never even dare to do, and he couldn’t even sit down and have a conversation with her.

“Why are you laughing now?” she asked.

“Because you’re right. When you say it like that, it sounds really dumb that I didn’t say anything to you. I was just scared. I figured we were lucky enough for things to not be super weird after we had sex, and I didn’t want to risk that not being the case if we dated and broke up.”

“You never considered what would happen if I didn’t have feelings for you?” Ember asked.

Sweet Pea’s eyes grew wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Oh, shit,” he said putting a little more distance between the two of them. “I didn’t mean to assume-”

This time, it was Ember’s turn to start laughing. She held her hand up to her mouth to cover her smile.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist,” she said between giggles as she reached out for Sweet Pea’s arm to pull him back. “I didn’t mean to freak you out like that.”

“So, you do have feelings for me, too?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Mmhm,” Ember hummed as she brought her hand from covering her mouth to covering her face while she blushed.

Sweet Pea reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled it away from her face and ducked down to look her in the eyes.

“Stop,” he whispered. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

He moved his hand from her wrist to her chin as she dropped her hand to her lap. Tilting her chin up, he leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her lips. She ran her fingertips up his arms and linked them together behind his neck pulling him toward her as she fell backward on his couch. Sweet Pea followed, shifting so that he was hovering over Ember on the couch when they parted. Ember pulled him down one more time, pecking his lips. Sweet Pea smiled and buckled his arms, causing Ember to squeal as he gently fell on top of her and buried his head in her neck. Sweets spoke into her shoulder, muffled partly by her hair and the couch cushion beneath them.

“Does your head hurt as bad as mine does?” he asked.

“It hurts pretty bad.”

“You wanna go cuddle in bed until it goes away?”

Ember simply nodded in response and gave Sweet Pea a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing them both up of the couch.

Ember tightened her grip around his neck as he picked her up, and she peppered his cheek and jaw with kisses as he carried her to the bed. Sweet Pea carefully crawled into the spot where he’d thrown the covers to the side when Ember was banging at his door and gently dropped her on the bed next to him. Ember pulled the covers from behind her over both their bodies and snuggled into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her and kissed to top of her head.

Sweet Pea pulled her in tighter and tangled his legs with hers, closing his eyes and sighing softly.

“Sweets?” Em whispered looking up at him.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I don’t think I really said it, but I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back.

[alloveroliver]

Seth x MC “After The Battle Was Won” HC

Fluff; Seth Hyde

Vampire AU Kink: Vampire Bites WC:1,845 TW: Blood

Ikemen Revolution Headcannon

-He had been watching Alice from afar since she entered the party hall. The black army hosted as a celebration for their recent win on the front lines. -The way she smiled and greeted everyone made his heart sore. She would soon greet him the same way and the excitement to speak to her was almost too much. He felt giddy like a teenager as he smiled in her direction. -The drink he was sipping on was typically his favorite, however, after the recent battle everything that past his tongue seemed bland. He continued to drink his beverage, hoping to still gain some level of tipsy before his heart raced away with the thought of her. -His posture straighten when she neared, greeting the group next to him. His head swam for a moment, hearing his heavy heartbeat pounding in his ears. He blinked, not realizing the room had gone dim in his vision. -Seth leaned back up against the wall, rubbing his brow with two fingers. He didn’t hear her call at first, in fact, he didn’t hear her the first three times. -Alice jostled him, bringing his mind back into the room. He blinked at her before regaining his faculties.“Oh! Hello there, Alice! You look ever so lovely this evening.” He beamed the biggest smile he could muster. -”Hey, Seth! Listen, are you okay? You looked dizzy for a moment. Almost as if you were going to pass out.” She rubbed his arm, sending sparks of electricity through his skin. -”Never better, actually.” It was true, Seth seemed to have recovered tenfold form just a moment ago. Alice didn’t look convinced and hooked her arm around his. -”I think you should go lay down at least. You’re worrying me.” She tugged his arm, bringing him with her through the door.

-His heart stopped, or was it his nerves? Either way he watched as the dim light in the halls shone brighter somehow, and the cool air of the hall become comfortable on his skin. -”There is something I wanted to talk to you about, Alice.” He stated as she opened his bedroom door. -”Let's get you seated first.” She replied, helping him over to the couch, and placing him down onto the cushion. Seth’s head jerked towards the window, hearing laughter from afar… or was it near? -He shook his head to get rid of the noise. Grateful for the moment alone with her, he scooted closer. His hand locked with hers like he had done in a friendly manner many times. Except, this time he hoped to convey his true feelings as his thumb caressed her knuckles. -”Okay, now what did you want to talk about?” Her cheery smile soothed him. The sound of her heart rate picking up at the slightest touch gave him the confidence to press on. -He didn’t stop to think how he could hear her heart rate so loudly, but his nervousness was jumbling his thoughts. “Alice, I…” Her cheeks tinted pink and lips parted. -Seth could feel the blood pumping in her hand right under his thumb. He froze, suddenly aware that he hadn’t had a proper meal in many days. Since the battle where he was injured by that maniac that bit him, he wasn't able to stomach anything substantial. -He was starving. However, he wanted to convey to her his emotions before this moment become fleeting. -”My dear, Alice. I’ve been watching you from the start.” He leaned towards her, taking his free hand and carding it through her long hair. She remained silent, but her heart rate became deafening in the small room. -Seth took this as a good sign. She wouldn’t be so worked up if she didn’t have feelings for him too, right? He continued his speech. “Over time, I think my care for you transformed into something more. Alice, I fell for you.” -He laughed inwardly at the absurdity of his feelings. She would never be with a man like him, someone that has done so many terrible things. Yet, here he was pouring his heart out to her anyway. -”Seth,” She breathed his name. The way her tongue touched the tip of her teeth as she drew out the last syllable sent a burning desire through him. She moved closer to him, legs touching as she continued. “I too have feelings for you…” -Relief washed over him, his shoulders relaxed in a slump. Yet, reservations began to prickle at the corners of his mind. He shouldn’t be doing this, there are plenty of other men around that aren't as dangerous as him. -His smile dropped, moving his hand to her cheek. “I should tell you, I’m not the best man for you.” His chest went numb. He wanted to be honest with her and allow her to make decisions for herself. -”I disagree, you’re an amazing man.” Her cheek grew warmer under his palm. -“You’re all I’ve ever wanted” Reassuring her, his thumb slid over the warm supple skin as her blush deepened. -Something in the back of his mind switched but he barely noticed. It made his senses heighten and Seth was pretty sure this was how it felt to be in love. -She moved towards him and his mind went blank. He reciprocated, moving closer to her in a daze. She was magnificently beautiful to him. Her hair glowed in the light of the moon and her eyes were wide with anticipation. -He moved his hand to the back of her head, cradling her as he pulled her closer to him. His nose brushed hers, turning his head to her. -Their lips met in a hard kiss, firmly pressed together by force from both of them. She clamored for his jacket, pulling him in. Seth’s lips moved with hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth ever so slightly before tracing her bottom lip. -He nibbled her plump lip, biting a little too hard. “So- sorry!” He breathed, moving his head to the other side and kissing her again. She hummed an answer as if she wasn’t concerned. -Their kiss deepened, hands moving over one another in a desperate attempt to become closer. Her heart rate was deafening in his ears, louder than anything he's ever heard before. Yet, it wasn’t a painfully loud. -Instead, her heart rate became something of a rhythm. Like the sound of drums pounding in perfect sync. He stilled on her lips, listening to the enticing beat. It hypnotized him in a way, making him want to hear more. It was the soundtrack of her desire and he needed to be closer. -He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck pushing his hair behind his back. He kissed her jaw, licking it delicately. Her ear was next, nipping lightly at the lobe he listened for her sigh. -She moved closer to him and Seth helped her into his lap. His lips were on her neck, leaving wet kisses behind. Her legs lay over his side, and her chest pressed up against his own. -The beat became louder in his ears, her heart pulsing faster and faster. He let out a groan, sucking the flesh under her ear. Leaving the skin with an audible pop, he pressed another kiss towards her shoulder. -This desire to sink his teeth in as he gave her a hickey became overwhelming. His teeth dented her skin, then he backed off. “Is this okay?” He whispered into her ear. -A chill shot through her, and she nodded. “I don’t mind marks. It’s fine.” Even though they were alone, they kept their voices low. -Another thought tickled his mind, but he shoved it away. ‘Only soft bites.’ He told himself, leaving yet another hickey on her neck. Her gasps of relief as he left her wounded skin made him eager for more. -This time, his teeth sank in further despite his warning to himself. She groaned as he fully bit her neck. He tried to let up urging everything in him to move a muscle away from her. -He was hurting her by now, he knew it. Yet, he couldn't stop himself. Harder and harder he bit, but he couldn't disengage his jaw from her supple neck. Her vein below his lip throbbed enticingly, putting him further into a trance. -”Seth!” She cried out to him. He heard her plea but, he didn’t let up as his bite began to break the skin. “Seth! That actually hurts!” She wailed. -Something inside of him triggered, and he knew what to do. Sharp fangs took the shape of his canines. Slowly, he hit the vein with the newly formed teeth making her immediately agreeable. -Something about his teeth piercing her put her mind at ease. She hugged him to her once more, sighing as she did. -After the vein was cut he froze, inside his mind, he screamed to stop. Wondering to himself what he was doing. But then he tasted it, the blood, and every warning bell shut off at once. -The liquid coated his tongue tasting like a cold glass of water on a sweltering day. His stomach roared in hunger as he eagerly swallowed her life essence down his parched throat. -”Mmm,” He groaned when her heart rate increased, flooding his mouth with more satiating blood than before. “Don’t stop” She moaned. -How could he? He finally found what he had been missing all this time. Trying to eat the food that tasted no better than bland tissue paper, to this. Delicious and satisfying essence that could only be described as blissfully intoxicating. -Something in the back of his consciousness rattled him. He paid it no mind until the voice grew annoyingly loud. ‘Stop!’ It was him, his own words echoed inside his mind. -Seth let up abruptly, watching small beads of blood trickle down her neck. He licked the steady stream, then licked the wound holding himself back from taking another sip. -He moved to face her, clarity wafting over both of their faces. “What… just happened.” She cleared her throat, rubbing the now healed bite Seth drank from. -”I apologize, I don’t know what came over me.” He didn’t, yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the world now. -”Could magic have done this to you?” She asked, wiping her blood from his bottom lip. Seth sucked her coated thumb, licking at the digit until it was clean again. He ran his tongue along his lips to make sure he didn’t waste a drop of her. -”My dear, anything is possible.” .

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Thank you, @melodyseinaotonia for the request!

I've never gotten an AU HC before, but this was cool XD ty.

Also, my HC came out like a fic lmao. Sorry, I didn’t do the other suitor as well, this one came out far too long to do two people.

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