#my heart says they're cute so they are cute

[babybearnation]

driving home for christmas

⎇oscar piastri x gn!reader - you're spending christmas alone... or are you? (oneshot) ⎇author's note: my first ever oneshot and ofc, it's a gift fic hehe. MERRY CHRISTMAS @koalapastries I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!! (also sorry, i know you're australian but i know nothing about australian xmas so uhhh reader lives in england) ⎇content warnings: crying, implied depression, light angst with a happy ending ⎇word count: 1.1k

Y/n sighs, nudging the fridge door shut with their hip, a few things rattling inside. Christmas steadily ticks closer and closer and they were not looking forward to when the day would actually arrive. For the first time ever, they'd be spending Christmas alone, and they weren't looking forward to it.

Y/n sighs once more before focusing on making their hot chocolate, craving that much needed chocolatey warmth. Maybe it would make them feel better. Probably not, but it was worth a shot, right?

A bleep from their phone pulls their attention away and they look down at the device, placing the milk to one side to pick it up. What greets them is a text from their boyfriend, Oscar, who'd gone home to celebrate Christmas with his family. The message preview is just a simple [image attached]. Y/n smiles softly and unlocks the phone, a frown quickly forming on their face instead mere seconds later.

It's a cute photo - Oscar's got a silly little Santa hat on and there are all manner of tinsel and light decorations behind him - but Y/n feels bitter and jealous. Why couldn't they be there, celebrating with Oscar and his family?

Y/n sends back a few simple hearts before locking the device and turning back to finish making their drink with a heavy sign. They cradle the hot cup in their palms and stare around at their undecorated apartment with tired eyes.

"This holiday season is gonna suck."

"Hey baby." Y/n says, smiling as Oscar's handsome face fills their phone screen. His camera is more pixelated than normal and he appears to be in a car, the occasionally jerk to his body being captured by the camera.

"Hey, sorry. Meant to call you at home but something came up and now I have to go somewhere. Still wanted to call though." Oscar's voice crackles through the speakers, and Y/n smiles softly. It's a bit rough, but it's better than Oscar not calling at all.

"Where you off to?" Y/n asks, tucking their legs under themself as they stare at Oscar's form, albeit a much poorer quality version. Oscar hums distractedly before registering what Y/n had said, a soft blush coating his cheeks. Y/n's eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could possibly have him so distracted?

"Just a last minute visit to a family friend, that's all. Travelling across half of Australia for it." Oscar says and Y/n hums, frowning softly as they avoid looking at the screen. "You okay?" Y/n sighs at that. Why did everyone have to ask them that question all the fucking time?

"Just... first Christmas all alone, remember? Not even a pet to keep me company." Y/n scoffs, tears building in their eyes. They sigh and lift their head up, blinking away tears. "Sorry..."

"Baby, please, don't be sorry. I'm not gonna claim to know how you're feeling but I'm always gonna be here for you. I'll spend as much of my Christmas with you as I can, I promise you that." Oscar says, the endearing sweetness that made Y/n fall for him evident in his voice. When Y/n looks back down at their phone after blinking away the handful of tears that had graced their eyes, they're greeted by a softly smiling Oscar. Seconds later, he turns his phone, his mum appearing on the screen instead.

"Hello sweetie. Keep your chin up, okay? Next year, you can spend it with us if you're still alone." Nicole says, beaming at Y/n. Y/n smiles and chuckles softly, wiping away the new batch of tears that had sprung up out of nowhere. God, why did this make them so emotional?

"Thank you, Mama Piastri. That means a lot." Y/n smiles softly. Nicole smiles and wishes them a Merry Christmas before the camera is filled with Oscar's far too handsome face again. He looks apologetic and Y/n knows he's about to say goodbye. It hurts, but Y/n can't prevent it.

"I gotta go now, okay? I'll talk to you as soon as I can." Oscar says, a genuine sadness staining his expression. Y/n smiles and says their goodbyes, the call ending seconds later. Their phone drops to their lap as tears flood down their face.

Y/n winces as the brightness of their phone screen hits their face and fills their vision. December 25th, 7:18am. Still nothing from Oscar. It had been over an entire day of no Oscar and Y/n was starting to worry they'd scared him off with their crying a few days ago.

With a groan, Y/n rolls out of bed, padding over to the window. They tug open the curtains, taking in the frost-covered grass at the front of their house. A unfamiliar car is parked outside and Y/n grumbles to themself about neighbours not having the courtesy to ask to use the parking space before doing so.

The more they observe the random newcomer car, the more they notice. The driver is still inside, and unlike the other, more familiar cars that dot the street, this one seems relatively unblemished by the ice and frost outside. Y/n furrows their eyebrows before sighing and turning from the window.

"What am I doing?" Y/n murmurs. They cross to their dresser and pull out some clothes when an insistent knocking sounds at the door. They huff and drop their clothes onto their bed before traipsing out of their room.

Seriously, who the fuck was knocking at damn near 7:30am on fucking Christmas Day? Y/n was alone, sure, but no one else they knew was alone and all of their neighbours kept to themselves on Christmas Day. So who the fuck was it?

Y/n tears the door open as they reach it before freezing, eyes wide in shock at who stands before them. "Oscar?"

"Surprise." Oscar says. Y/n doesn't let him speak further after that, diving into his arms. His bags clatter and thud against the floor as he drops them, lacing his arms around Y/n's torso. "You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas all alone, did you?" He whispers into their hair.

Y/n pulls away and cups his face, tears threatening to drip from their lash line. Oscar reaches up and wipes away the dampness, a soft smile on his face. Y/n tugs him into a kiss, not caring who could see. Oscar responds eagerly, fingers dipping below the hem of their shirt, brushing along Y/n's soft skin.

"I love you. I love you so much. I love you, Oscar." Y/n says. It's the first time they've said it, yet they know they mean it with each and every fiber of their being. Oscar smiles and kisses them again, tugging them even closer.

"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas."

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[fuck-customers]

so before i started working where i currently do as a night clerk, there was a girl doing my job who was known for being very conventionally attractive (petite, long hair, heart-shaped face, etc etc) but she wasn't very nice (cussed at nice customers, cussed at coworkers, even cussed at and berated kids) so they were deffo happy to see her go. i got her position because i. don't do that. i try my absolute best to be kind and mindful, but i'm completely the opposite in looks to her (heavyset, round face, short boyish hair), just a different genre of attractive. And yet.

Several gross men have made it their sworn duty to state their disappointment over seeing the mean sexy girl be replaced by a cute fat girl in front of me. They have openly frowned and yelled at my coworker/manager while at my till "what the hell, where's the other girl?" "i miss the other girl she was hot" "when's the other girl coming back?" My Guy. I'm a person w thoughts and feelings, just like the other girl. I know, it's wild that people you don't find attractive deserve to be treated w respect too, but its true. My kindess and respect is revoked until you learn that.

Kinda presumptuous to think you'd have a chance with that girl anyway, looking someone up and down and saying aloud "ew i wish i was in prettier company" is peak incel/beta male/whatever it is they're calling "guy who doesn't have any positive interactions w women besides his mother who enables him" behavior and I don't know any self-respecting woman that would put up with that so. either way you're cooked

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

Slenderman with a creative writing s/o who leaves little drabbles for him. Very dramatic ones. When they're upset they write about the world ending, when they're happy they write a lot of fluffy nonsense... Better when they're in a gossiping mood they'll write about the drama and make him guess who it's about before telling him the real deal. Just something cute where they'll even leave little notes around for him to find, including slipping some into his work when he's too busy to see them 🙏🙏

He loves it. This man fully adores you so much, and this truly just really adds to that on so many levels. Slender has always been a reader, so even if your stories could be incredibly short, or unusually long, he's always looking forward to finding the next one to read. He can't always be by your side due to the mountains of work he has to do on a regular basis, so it brings him very great joy to know you have a hobby you can keep up with, especially when it allows you to express yourself and vent your emotions in such a healthy way. I will say though, he did NOT get it at first, that you were leaving them specifically for him.

No, this poor man, he thought you were forgetting or losing your pieces of writing, and so he was just collecting and storing them for a little bit whenever he found them, before handing them back to you. "My dearest, it seems you've been improperly storing your writing. I have found them and cared for them for you, and so I'd like to return them to you." Cut to you standing there in confusion, an amused smile spreading on your face, before explaining to him that you had been leaving them out for him, and were wondering why he never mentioned his thoughts on them to you. He's a little flustered by the understanding, but then he proceeds to excitedly sit down and read through every single one, giving you his thoughts on all of them to make up for lost time. Following that moment, he starts collecting them again when he finds them, but he keeps them for himself (including the originals he tried to return to you), and he stores them in a folder so he can always look back on them and read them again. It really warms his heart, having a way to remember you and think of you when you're apart, and he fondly looks forward to the next ones. He does think it's a little silly where you end up hiding them sometimes.

He goes to make his morning coffee before the sun has even risen, and he finds a neatly folded story in his favorite mug. He goes to get dressed some mornings and finds them tucked away in shirt, jacket, or pants pockets, crinkling as he moves, chuckles leaving him as he already knows what they are before he removes them from his pockets. He adores everything you write, but he does also check in with you regularly depending on the contents. If he finds a particularly dark, depressing one on your sadder days he's quick to set aside his work and check in on you, visiting you and making sure you're alright, always reminding you that you can rely on him for everything. He cares so much for you, and he's learned to pick out little things in your writing that, even if not obvious to those who wouldn't know you as well, point to how you're feeling when writing. Although, much as he is loathe to admit it, he does love your gossipy ones. Especially when he's been having a rough day at work, and after signing another document he moves it to the side to find a piece of paper on it with a particularly juicy story scrawled across it. He's always down for tea, and you provide it so willingly for him, even if he'll never admit to being a gossiper. He also loves finding soft, fluffy stories the same way, though. If you notice he's the one having a rough time, leaving him little loving stories, filled with how much you love him, or reminding him of your favorite memories with him, slipped between his papers for the day. It does a lot to boost his mental health, and he appreciates it more than he can express. Eventually, he'll take after you, in turn leaving you his own stories and little notes hidden around for you to find. You'll both sit side by side with a warm drink at the end of the day, discussing your thoughts about the writings (and gossiping excitedly), and it makes him so unbelievably joyous to be able to have a lover who he can bond with like this.

[chusenri]

READING MARAUDERS FANFICS IS KILLING ME

Im reading tcoptp and the ending of chapter 45 gave me a heart attack. I have to know if the 'glimpse of the future" is something that will happen during this fanfiction?

Ive just finished atyd and i didnt really like it. I didnt have an impression that the author can write romance without characters fucking each other all the time. I also didnt feel the chemistry or love between them (and I couldnt stand grant)

I like tcoptp much better so far, but I really hope for them to explore their romantic relationship slowly (and not only through sex). I really want them to have a proper romance :(( want them to be so cute id be curling my toes and giggling

I saw someone saying they start dating(?) in chapter 64 ish but it cant be right????? and now ive read chapter 45 and the prophecy says that in the future they arent dating yet but they have sex from time to time... and im so SCARED because I enjoy it much much more that reading atyd and i dont think ill survive another ending i hate

I want them to have a proper good ending. And if they're not dating at all at the end (it cant be right?!?) or WHATS WORSE the 'glimpse of the future' doesnt even happen in this fanfic and i will be left in suspense that even if they are dating now they won't be sooner or later im going to kms

[eudaimonia111]

Is it Love or Hate? | Penelope Garcia x Gn!Reader

Summary: Reader thinks Penelope hates them. Will a Christmas party change their mind?

Warnings: 3rd POV, not proof read, kissing, Penelope doubting herself, probably ooc everyone tbh, Penelope and Spencer being the besties they are

Words: 3074

Masterlist

Please do not copy or translate any of my work. Thank you!

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You started working at the BAU just a few months ago and had felt a kind, welcoming connection with everyone (even if Hotch is a bit scary). 

But Penelope always seems not to want to talk to you. Always looks the other way and finds excuses to leave the room when you enter, leaving a cold and awkward air behind her. 

At first, you thought maybe she was just stressed or nervous about a new face on the team but the more time you spent at work, the more it seemed like that wasn't the case.

It made you feel so defeated and upset because the instant you laid eyes on her, you thought she was amazing. Her hair was swooshing around her shoulders, a brightly colored plastic accessory pinned to her bangs. A cute, soft cardigan warmed her arms as an adorable dress adorned her body below it.

Gorgeous, funny, goofy, nerdy, smart, her whole personality was just warm and wholeheartedly kind. 

Except for how she acted around you. 

But for some reason, she can barely stand the sight of you. At least that's what it felt like. So harboring a crush on someone who basically hates you doesn't feel too good, believe it or not.

“I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, JJ,” You say, groaning exasperatedly, tilting your head back to look up at the ceiling in defeat and frustration. “You’ve done nothing wrong!” Her high-pitched voice fills the air of the meeting room, a warm hand being placed on your shoulder. 

You sit up and spin in your chair once she withdraws her hand. “I must’ve done something! She's so nice to everyone but avoids me like the plague.” 

“You’re misreading the situation. She doesn't hate you.” JJ sighs as if she’s talking to a child that she just put in timeout, shaking her head, her straight honey-blonde hair swaying in the air.

“What could I possibly be misreading? Her body language is always closed off when I’m around, crossed arms, turning away, tensed muscles. Not to mention increased heart rate, strained voice if she even decides to speak, dilated pupils, shall I go on?”

JJ sighs, her head tilting to the side as she crosses her arms. You see Reid's crisp button-up as he passes by the door, his soft brown hair bouncing as he walks. “Whoever you’re talking about, it sounds like they have a crush”

His voice is highly analytical and precise as if he were solving a complex case. “Wait, what?” You call out, sitting up straight in the office chair, pointing your body towards the door, eyebrows furrowed together as your brain races with possibilities and answers to unanswered questions.

Reid pivots on his feet, coming back into the frame to accentuate his point. “Well, increased heart rate, strained voice, and dilated pupils are all signs of attraction. Actually, The National Library of Medicine did a study on it. Physical features, such as pupil size, gaze directionality, eye color, facial symmetry, and nonverbal displays, are encoded by human minds.. Um yes, it- it sounds like they have a crush.”

Reid stops himself short of a tangent of some study about behavioral science that he surely has memorized all the words of. You blink, shaking your head. “Ya know, usually Reid, I would thank you for being a human Google Search but there's no way Penelope is attracted to me.” You awkwardly chuckle, mind racing a mile a minute. 

Spencer goes stiff at the information that they're talking about Penelope. He tightens his fingers around his coffee mug a little tighter, his skin taking on a whiter yellow-y color. His posture a little straighter, his eyes a little wider as he gulps down the saliva in his mouth nervously. 

“Spencer? What is it?” You ask, picking up on the difference in his demeanor. 

“W-What? Oh, It’s nothing. I just didn't know w- we- we were talking about her. So it’s probably not attraction. Not- not that she hates you or anything of course! An-anyways, I have some paperwork to get to so..” He tails off, slowly but briskly leaving the doorway. 

Me and JJ stay silent for a second, staring at the doorway where Spencer once stood before slowly turning to each other.

“That was weird.” JJ's eyebrows are furrowed, her mouth open so her lips have a little gap between them, a blank and confused expression on her face.

You both get up to go to our desks, the warm lights of the stringed bulbs that are hanging in the main area shining in our eyes. The whole BAU was decorated to the nines for Christmas, with lights and tinsel every which way.

You plop down at your desk and start on a stack of paperwork. You take a pen out of your cup full of them, hearing the tink of it hitting the surface. You press the small button at the top of it to make the pen tip come out with a mechanical click as your eyes see Spencer walk out of Penelope's bat cave with an anxious and regretful look on his face.

Deciding to overthink that tad bit of information later, you get started on the migraine-inducing stack of paper.

After hours of coffee, computers, paperwork, and thinking, Hotch walks into the main area. “Go home early, everyone. The parties tomorrow.” He announces, referring to the Christmas party at Rossi's house tomorrow night and not bothering to mention the few days of work you guys have off. Without further thought, he walks back into his office and begins to clean up his desk.

Finishing up on writing the last paragraph down, JJ passes by, being seen in the peripheral of your vision. “Hey, do you wanna get some dinner?” You decide to call out, barely glancing up from the last sentence.

“I can’t, I'm too tired. I’m probably going to go home, put something in the microwave, and pass out.” She shrugs, her eyes tired and almost defeated.

“No worries, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Bye!”

You finish your work and grab your bag, making your way to the elevator. You see the doors closing, only a foot away from each other, inching closed. “Wait, hold it please!” You shout, jogging towards the big metal doors.

A manicured hand stretches out, wedging itself between the shiny doors. They retreat from their path, sliding into the open position.

You huff, sliding into the elevator, the doors shutting seconds after you do. Penelope stands, wide-eyed, realizing who she is holding the door for.

“Oh, hi.” You swallow, trying to make the space a little less awkward with a little bit of small talk. Instead of replying, she just nods, redirecting her head to look straight forward, inwardly praying for the elevator to move as fast as possible.

You take a breath, letting the silence sit for a moment before you look over at her. Her hair is curled, pretty waves cascading over her shoulders as red and green hair accessories pin her hair back on either side.

“I love your dress.” You decide complimenting her is probably the best course of action. It might make her a bit more relaxed, more at ease. 

Instead, it only seems to make her more nervous. She bites her lip, her posture stiffening as if she is the most uncomfortable she’s ever been in her life. “Thanks” The words almost sound choked as they leave her mouth.

The second the elevator doors open, she's hurrying out of the building, speed walking as fast as she can to get out of the clear doors to the street outside.

You sigh. No matter how hard you try to be friendly and make her feel more welcome, she always seems like you're contagious or something. A ball forms at the back of your throat and you clear it as you make your way out of the building, saying goodbye to the receptionist and wishing him a happy holiday. 

The next day you take it slow, sleeping in and making easy food before starting to get ready way before the actual event, not wanting to rush anything. You know it's probably fruitful but you decide to dress your best, doing everything you can to look as good as possible.

In the back of your head, you think of scenarios where Penelope compliments you, saying you look cute. How you’d all of a sudden hit it off and you’d ask her out on a date and she’d be overjoyed at the idea, a blush highlighting her cheeks.

But at the end of the day, you also know that theres no way that would ever happen. She would never compliment you, much less talk to you on her own free volition. 

She’d most likely ignore you all night if nothing else. 

And you tried not to think about that too hard. You didn’t want to be depressed today of all days. You didn't want to feel bad about yourself. And so, you put on your very best clothes in hopes that it will make you feel better and that the party will go better than planned. You lied to yourself.

That night you made your way to Rossis, and when he opened the door for you, you were quickly welcomed into his lavish home. High ceilings, expensive furnishings and appliances, and when you followed him into his living room, one of the largest Christmas trees you’ve ever seen in your life was on display.

The team seemed happy, carefree, and relaxed. You wander over and join the lively conversation. You talk adamantly about random topics, funny stories, jokes, and past jobs. 

“Jesus, you look amazing!” JJ brings you into a tight hug, a big beautiful grin gracing her face. She squeezes you, her hand rubbing your back for a few seconds before she pulls back, looking at you, her eyes scanning your face like she was trying to see all the detail and hard work you put in tonight.

Looking to your left for a split second, you spot Penelope, looking as gorgeous as always. Her face is pulled up into a smile as she hits Morgan's arm, responding to some retort he just called out. 

She still has her coat on over the dress she's wearing but it all ties in perfectly. The way her hair is done expertly and the way her glasses frame her eyes, almost showcasing the beautiful color. 

Her cheeks lift again to laugh, adorable little creases forming around her mouth, her eyes almost closing at how hard the joy takes over her face. Her hair swooshes with the movement of the vibration of the laugh, her shoulders rocking.

“You did this for her, huh?” You snap your head back at JJ, her voice knocking you out of you staring.

Her facial expression is knowing, almost scolding as she squints her eyes at you. 

“No.” It sounds unconvincing, even to your ears. You cross your arms as JJ tilts her head with an eyebrow raised, a silent question on if you’re really trying to lie to the both of you.

“..Maybe.”

JJ shakes her head knowingly but says nothing, a quiet conversation being noted between the two of you. 

The night goes on as everyone has fun. But miraculously, every time you and Penelope are in the same conversation, she manages to slip away. Deciding to give up, you decide to head to the restroom, only to find a small queue has formed. 

Someone is in it, the door shut and locked as no one other than Penelope is waiting for it to open. You awkwardly clear your throat, deciding to lean on the wall across from her silently to wait for the bathroom.

The silence is palpable, the stench of it filling the air, making the oxygen almost thick. The blank sound lingers, a contrast to the lively music and talking faintly heard from the main part of the house.

You heave a sigh, not knowing what to do, your mind grasping at ways to ease the tension. “You look great.” You decide to give her a compliment to which she gives a halfhearted smile.

“Thanks.”

She looks away, obviously trying to not engage in conversation. The pit at the back of your throat starts forming again and maybe you’ve drank too much champagne so your next words are completely unfiltered.

“Why do you hate me?” The words come off as exasperated and almost meek, like you're grasping at straws but you couldn't care less right now. The words have always been at the back of your head but the nerve to ask such a thing has never presented itself. And if it has, you chicken out immediately.

Her head whips back to you. “What?” Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her eyes wide, surprise evident in her features.

“What have I done wrong? Is there something I can do? Is there something I need to apologize for?” 

“What? Of course not.” Her answer is immediate. Like the answer to your question was a no-brainer. You step a little closer.

“Then why do you never talk to me? Or leave the room when I enter? Or act as if I don’t even exist? Or when you do, act as if I’m contagious?” The words fly out of your mouth like word vomit. But It’s not as if you’re not telling the truth about how you feel. On how her actions affect you.

“I just-” She cuts herself off, being caught in a corner by your words.

“Just what? Why do you have such disdain for me?”

“I don’t I just-” 

“Then why?”

You pester her, wanting the answers to your questions, the conversation became slightly heated, the back and forth becoming faster.

“I don't, I just have a crush on you!” The words spill over. Her eyes go wide as she hears them slip past her lips.

There's a beat of silence, the words soaking into each of your brains.

“What?” The words are soft as they come out, confusion evident in their tone.

“Just forget I said anything. Ya know what? I’m sure Derek-” Before she can figure out a way to escape the situation, you step closer, slightly crowding her space. Her eyes frantically search down the hallway, hoping for someone to walk by or for an out to this.

“Wait no, you like me?” 

At the confrontation, she turns mousy. Her head ducks down and her voice cuts off. Both of your hearts are beating in your ears, afraid the other can hear it.

Your mouth involuntarily breaks into a small smile. There's no way she feels the same about you. Every situation from the past few months flashes in your mind. She has such a big crush that she has had to leave rooms and try to mask her flushed cheeks and flustered expression. She's been forced to look away and not talk to you, afraid you’ll pick up on her feelings.

“Jesus Christ, you really had me scared that you hated my guts. Fuck, I think you’re amazing, Penelope.” You step a little closer, both underneath the closed doorway to the bathroom. 

Her glassy eyes look up at you from their place transfixed on the floor. In those Irises hold amazement. Doubt. Shock.

“What?” Her mind's going a mile a minute. There's no way that you could like her like that. She goes through all her flaws and all her quirks. 

The fact that she plays MMORPGs, her love for fashion, the small trinkets she puts at her desk, and her personality is less than conventional. I mean, no one likes her. Right?

(for people who don’t know or don’t understand what that means: Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games. Think of things like World Of Warcraft, Runescape, Final Fantasy 14, things like that)

“Penelope, I think you're perfect. I mean, how could I not? You're smart, funny, charming, quirky, bubbly, beautiful. I’m just surprised you like me.”

It’s her turn to be bewildered. “Of course I like you” She breathes a deep breath, realizing that you don’t see her “faults”. Well you do, but you see them as good things. You see them as cute little puzzle pieces that fit together to get her.

Her eyes glance up, a tiny plant being held up by a ribbon hanging in the frame of the tall door. Your eyes follow hers, seeing a little mistletoe above your heads.

Building up the courage, your eyes travel down to her. Swallowing, you say tentatively, “Can I kiss you, Penelope.” 

Her eyes are big like a puppy, looking at you as if you're just a dream. Her head jostles as she nods a silent yes.

Your lips meet gently, the soft skin pressing to each other. The simple touch feels like it puts air into your lungs, like it’s your first time truly breathing. And when you go to pull away, your eyes open a sliver and colors seem brighter than before and sounds feel clearer.

Her head tilts towards yours and she quickly reconnects your lips, your eyelids slipping closed once more. And this time, everything fades out but her. Her soft hands reach to your jawline, her soft lips caressing yours.

Her dress is soft in your hands and you bring them up to her sides. Her perfume was in the air, wafting delightfully around her. The way she moves her lips against yours; anxious but yearning and loving. Warm.

Your brain swims with thoughts of her. As if you two were the only things that existed, before a throat clearing pulls your lips away from each other, eyes opening and looking over to the cause of the sound. 

Only to find Spencer scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll just uh, sorry.” He tensely slips between you two, speed-walking down the hallway. As you hear his footsteps recede, he pops his head back into view from the corner he turned. “Congrats.” Before he ducks his head, escaping the scene.

Penelope giggles, a hand coming up to go in front of her mouth to contain them. You turn your head her way, a laugh escaping your own lips.

With the warm feeling still in your stomach, you smile as you ask, “Penelope, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your question is answered immediately with a bashful expression. “Yes”

[lm-tomatito]

Obligatory give us all the Sally ships

Idk man I only ship these two (and a bit of blazally)

[introspectivememories]

im sorry but i choose to believe that tim drake is the most insufferable "my man, my man, my man" girl about bear. he does not shut up about him. steph is cooking smth in the kitchen? oh my man can do that. bear cooks really well. dick triaging some poor victim on an emergency site? oh my man is really good at that. mhmm, bear is on his way to becoming a paramedic. damian building something? oh my man is really good with power tools. have you ever seen him build ikea? it takes him less than an hour. for our anniversary, he built me a coffee table. mhmm isn't he amazing? yeah my man did that. yeah my man, mhmm that's my ma-

[foul-fiend]

Smitten, I believe

“When Gabriel smites you, you’ve been... smited? Smote?”

“Smitten, I believe. You’re being silly.”

[feroluce]

Me: I wonder what Hook calls Sampo in the Japanese dub? Probably oji-san, since it's shushu in the original Chinese?

Hook: Sampo-ojichan!!

Oji is "uncle," which is hilarious because Hook calls Natasha by "older sister" when she wants something. So Hook either just really wants to get on Natasha's good side, or she takes Sampo at face value when he refers to himself as an old man. She trusts him a lot and takes him at his word and she calls him as such!

And Sampo calls Hook either ojou-san or oujo-san (I can't find the Japanese sub to see the spelling, and I can't tell them apart by ear)!

One spelling, oujo, means "princess," it's how you would refer to royalty. The other, ojou, (which I assume is what he's actually saying) is something you call the young lady of a high-class family with a high social standing. In Genshin Impact, the intro scene for a popular ship, chilumi, shows Childe calling Lumine ojou-chan, which the English dub translated as "girlie." Since Sampo uses -san instead of -chan, his is more formal and respectful, it's more like "young lady."

...It's also how you would refer to the daughter of a yakuza leader, which I love, since Hook leads her own little gang (the Moles) skzhkskdkd

But it really gets me in the heart, because! Hook is generally looked at as a delinquent by most adults. Which I mean. Not without good reason, she

calls Natasha an old witch

frequently sneaks out into the Fragmentum

has left graffiti all over the side of the orphanage

was constantly picking fights with other kids

beat a man unconscious for stealing from her dad

and has already picked up on how business gets done in the Underworld, and uses/actively participates in it to get what she wants- she basically acts an information broker

like Hook earns her reputation haha. The Underground is lucky that what Hook wants is just like. Candy and toys and to play hide-and-seek. I'm sure she'll have the capability to raise all kinds of hell and be more like an actual gang leader when she's older, even if she chooses not to act on it.

So Sampo calling her so politely and respectfully is really sweet and cute! Yes, he's polite and respectful with everyone, but that's just it- he treats Hook much like he does everyone else. He doesn't tell her to buzz off because she's a kid. He doesn't lie or try to cheat her or assume she's naive because of her age. He never talks down to her. He really does just treat her like a respected business partner and he takes her seriously, which Hook really seems to appreciate. And even when Sampo does treat her like a kid, it's not in a negative way; he guides her on little adventures and chats with her and takes her for joy rides on his moped. All of which Hook also really appreciates, since everyone else is too busy trying to get by to make time to play with her. She absolutely adores him.

I hope they officially join forces someday and terrorize all of Belobog with their shenanigans JSKJZNDKSJ

So Hook calls Sampo "Uncle Sampo" in a particularly affectionate/endeared tone, and Sampo calls Hook "Young Miss Hook" in a very respectful tone! And to reiterate:

[the-leyline-directory]

Thank you @starrysnowdrop for being a lovely inspiration and content on my feed! :D And thank you for permission to add a bit more to the doodle! \o/ Hali and Aymeric are a wonderful narrative that always draws the heart into the wonderful writing that tugs at the heart! The gposes you do also are always lovingly crafted with beautiful colors and choices! :D

I ramble alot! But I hope this brings a smile to your face as you do mine \o/ [Also as I am more confident in my linework than my colors as im colorblind I include that as well below the cut!]

[starflungwaddledee]

Bandee and Starstruck 🎀💖

starting off my february starstruck dee ship-a-ganza with the big one. they do seem like... the obvious answer, huh...?

they have far and away the most development together and the strongest personal relationship, both in what i've posted, and in her story overall! would kill or die for each other in a heartbeat. i would be absolutely lying if i said i'd never thought about it, but i'm not 100% convinced my thoughts lead me to romance specifically...

they're already pretty insane about each other! starstruck in particular is madly in love with bandee in every way it's possible to be. loves him the way he loves kirby, i think (pretty sure he does not know this. might be shocked to learn it.)

however she's daft as bricks, so he'd have to initiate, and i can't really imagine anything in their relationship would change.... so he'd have to mostly want The Title or the Performance one way or another, and i'm not super sure he would!

[sashabarkovonly]

Everyone wake up, new Barky pic dropped 😝

[sysig]

Smooth cover (Patreon)

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[fox-guardian]

life pro tip: buy miniature cookware. it saves space and a lot of mini appliances come with little recipe books as well. if it's too small to cook a filling meal in one go, simply prep your ingredients so you can make more servings more quickly. i.e. mini waffle maker makes too-tiny waffles?? you will have excess batter just make more. tiny skillet makes too-small portions?? set your chicken and spices or whatever you have aside and make more servings. plus your next serving is freshly cooked oooo. mini baking stuff?? make another batch babyyyy that's half of baking anyway

*DISCLAIMER: this user keeps buying mini cookware because its cute and is also currently fantasizing about living independently and is Coping. life pro tip may not be effective for all readers.

[knifebaby3000]

you can see my heart burning in the distance

[huellitaa]

🎀💭 blog revamp: complete!ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ 💭 🎀ㅤ

i know i've not been very active lately, and i apologise! i have been getting my shit together in real life and online and have been working through some personal bits. i know i often go on and off of hiatuses randomly, but i'm attempting learning consistency in all areas of my life (and managing my time better because i'm absolutely terrible at it) and tumblr seems to be one of them that i need to work on too. anyway, thank you for your patience, and look forward to my usual messy, non-consistent chaotic girly posts ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 WHAT'S NEW?

my blog is now divided into two seperate parts: @hue-hearts, my music, k-pop, media, reviews, etc. blog, and @huellitaa (this blog), which is my digital diary, photo dump, glow up, chaotic it girl blog.

updated my intro post, making each of my blogs now easy to navigate and giving you all more information ♡

i still don't have a posting schedule and no i will not be using the queue. i want to post what i want when i want without being held to any kind of schedule.