#otp: i finally caught you

[leslieseveride]

currently in the works: chenford pancake batter fight. 🥰🥰

[koushirouizumi]

{X.X.X H.O.L.I.C R.e.i}

"It's true there aren't many believers left, but not all are gone."

"And those people, like {them}…

Will never forget YOU.

There are people who {WANT} to stand beside you,

DEFINITELY."

"As long as you do {NOT} {'FORGET' (THEM)}."

[killakalx]

17+ content, just dick eating you out while you’re otp

“oh my god- dick,” you scold from above, legs clamping around his head as he sucks on your clit. all you get is a sly hum against your heat in response, hand gliding up and down your thighs before locking around your hips. still, the rude vibrations against your nightstand makes you antsy, and dick seems too occupied to acknowledge it as you reach across the bed. “dick!”

“hm,” he barely responds, as the tug on the front of his hair only urges him on.

“cut it out,” you tell him.

his tone picks up a bit of disappointment, worried to have done something wrong. dick finally picks his head up, eyes hanging low and lingering on your lips before looking up at you. “you really want me to?”

“no,” you sigh, “but I… I had a date. hold on.”

his expression changes from an apologetic puppy to an almost irritated cat, tilting his head when you pick up the phone. he’s not mad, it just… feels a little rude, interrupting his meal for the same guy you were so ready to ghost. dick was the first to tell you that you wouldn’t follow through with it, and he’s getting bit in the ass for being right.

and on top of that, listening to the half-assed apology you had to come up with is painful. you can’t exactly tell the guy you’re busy with your best friend, but god he wishes you could. he’s been taught by only the best that patience is a virtue, but it easily slips his mind for this one incident. “yeah- no, it’s not your fault!” you repeat over and over, “I just got caught up. forgot about some stuff i had to- mm!”

“you’re rude,” dick whispers in feigned offense, thumb rolling over your clit when he pushes your legs open a bit further. “had me thinking I was interrupting something.”

“you are!” you yell under a hushed voice, covering the speaker of the phone before your breath hitches.

“mm-mm,” his head lowers again, “he’s interrupting me.” your leg moves to kick at his shoulder, but he’s already secured you under his grip and it’s evident he isn’t letting go again. you’d opt to yell at him, but that’d be very telling. “since you want both of us, just stay on the phone.”

“what? no, you-“

“hang up too soon and i’ll stop. get too loud and I’ll keep going.”

you can hear the mischief seeping through his teeth before his tongue prods at your cunt, and at this point, your planned date’s wondering what happened, so you’ve got no choice but to pull this off. god knows the last thing you want dick to do is stop. so, begrudgingly, you continue the conversation that’s only hanging by a thread.

your responses teeter from choppy sentences to low hums as he speaks, and dick’s snickering to himself when it’s unclear if your poor conversation holding stems from true boredom or from his tongue lapping up your slick. one hand holds on tight to a mess of black hair while the other fidgets with the phone, eventually digging it into the covers to give yourself grace.

“he’s talking to you,” dick mutters against your thigh, fingers curling up inside you and making your hips buck. he’s drawn out a low but clearly audible moan and he dips deeper to nudge at your sweet spot, keeping true to his promise and watching you unravel as the chatter from your phone becomes distant. “he sounds worried, babe.”

don’t act like you care, you wanna tell him, but he’s right. a few more moans of defeat and you’re forcing the phone closer to your face, assuring him that you’re fine. you can’t tell what’s more impressive; how long dick can spend savoring your pussy or how long this guy can hold a useless conversation without catching a hint.

[aragaki]

Darlin/Pack Members

Because my self-control is zero and I just think Darlin' is the most interesting listener character who also deserves the entire world and William Solaire's wallet.

Milo

Already wrote some about them here but they're my non-canon otp so ofc I wanna talk about them more

The pack's most photogenic couple. Milo puts in the effort to look good and dress well but Darlin' is just the most effortlessly good-looking. They can roll out of bed in yesterday's clothes and unbrushed hair and any candid shot looks like it belongs on an influencer's curated social media. It drives poor Milo crazy.

Before they moved in together, Milo would send messages to Darlin' throughout the day to let them know what he was up to and where he was going. They never asked but he knows it makes them more comfortable and he's always happy to do it.

Christian can't make his jokes about Milo's wolf size for nearly as long when he's mates with Darlin'. Darlin' isn't a brute, they're a protector, so of course they notice the way Milo's smile tightens when Christian piggybacks onto Ash's jokes. They give him three chances to knock it off and after he doesn't listen to them on strike three, they start swinging. Darlin' doesn't ask Milo to talk to David about how he's feeling but he has to anyway when David interrogates him about what caused Darlin' to break Christian's nose.

Darlin' has always been Marie's favorite and she has no problem saying as much. She's wanted them as her kid for as long as she's known them, little spitfire that they are, and is beyond happy when Milo finally makes it official.

This also means that Marie is Darlin's primary healer and gives them twice the ration of shit that she gives anyone else - including Milo! She loves them so much but will not hesitate to kick their ass for being reckless.

Milo is without a doubt Darlin's lifeline during pack meetings. It's a lot, being home and surrounded by people you thought would be fine without you - who are upset with you for thinking so - and Milo knows all the best places to escape with them. They never admit to needing a breather but he always knows.

Milo and Darlin train together!! They absolutely do!! Darlin' knows they can rock Milo's shit and he does too, and he loves it. When they spar or box together it's always going to end in a makeout session. He can't help it, they look so damn fine all fired up and sweaty. They've absolutely gotten caught but no amount of teasing will get them to stop.

Darlin' doesn't mind dressing up for Milo. It's not their thing usually, simple and maneuverable works best for them but every now and again they can be persuaded with plenty of kisses. Fancy restaurants make them feel out of place but Milo always seems so happy to see them under the light of glittery chandeliers and that makes them happy too.

One time he did manage to piss off Darlin' during a fancy dinner so they pretended to propose to him in front of the entire restaurant and it nearly gave him a heart attack. The cake and champagne they were given more than made up for it though.

When Darlin' sits down, Milo has the habit of coming up behind them and massaging their shoulders and neck. He has a hard time keeping his hands off of them at the best of times but he wants to help get rid of some of their stress so small random massages are his way of helping with that.

Darlin' likes things that are simple and physical, they're a tactile person so they've absolutely got a photo album of them and Milo. Marie even gave them some old pictures of them together from their teens for it. Milo finds it one day by accident and if it had him crying on their bedroom floor for 15 minutes that's between him and Aggro.

Speaking of Aggro, he has a love-hate relationship with Darlin'. They're convinced the cat hates them, the way he swats at them and hisses. They say Milo is Aggro's person and he's jealous that Darlin' takes up so much of his attention. But every night, he tries to climb up and sleep on Darlin's chest, head resting under their chin. And if Milo tries to move him to cuddle with Darlin' he gets a full-force bapping to the face until he gives up and lets Aggro do what he wants.

Darlin' has absolutely shifted and laid down so Aggro could climb up onto their back and nap there. They'll never tell a soul.

I talked about it in my other Milo post but Milo kissing Darlin's scars!! They've been through so much and it's affected their self-image so much. Milo can't stand that. So he kisses each and every one, even the ones that make Darlin' lip curl in disgust at themselves, and say something about them that he loves. Physical, emotional, about their personality. Anything. This praise king could go on forever. And he means it and that's what makes Darlin's heart ache the most.

And when they start to believe it, Milo couldn't be more proud. The crease between their brows when they see themselves smoothes out. They don't sneer at the bite marks that are dotted around their skin nearly as much. They get confidence in how they look, and in how desirable Milo finds them. He can't wait until it turns into true self-love.

Milo has no problem being the in-between for Darlin' and David. Both have strong personalities. Both can word things that, while meant to be loving, can be harsh and wound the one who hears them. Milo doesn't have a lot of patience, but he is fluent in Grumpy Wolf at this point. His interventions have honestly brought the unintentional hostility between them down and made it easier for them to talk about their thoughts, feelings, and opinions on their own.

When they're shifted, they're almost always stuck together. Doesn't matter if it's a hunt, a run during the Solstice, anything. They will not be separated. They're both ready to throw themselves headfirst into whatever danger might happen to protect the other, much to the exhaustion of the rest of the pack who really wish they would just stop throwing themselves into danger.

Asher

"Well mark me down as scared AND horny!" Has been Ash's response to basically everything Darlin' has done since they were teens.

Seriously, there would be no denying that Darlin' intimidated Asher when they joined the pack. A new wolf from outside of Dahlia joins the pack with a chip on their shoulder a mile wide and so fearless they'll jump in first into any problem??? They're intimidating but also!! They aren't mean to him!!

He was without a doubt one of the members of the pack who tried to help Darlin' integrate the most. He'd include them in anything he could, even if it made his other friends side-eye him. He was shameless about it too!! If they wouldn't spend time with him, he'd be following them around like a lost puppy. It was like they had a second shadow.

Some members of the pack scoff and roll their eyes at Asher but not Darlin'. Even if they don't seem interested in his rambling they're always paying attention. They've always listened. And he didn't realize how important that was to him until it was gone.

Becoming pack beta and David's second in command was a huge shift and he's well aware that plenty of people don't think he's up for it. But Darlin' was never one of them. They had their own quiet belief in Ash and what he could do, never questioned his fit for the role. Even as they withdrew from the pack they knew that David could handle it if he had Asher's support.

After Darlin' fell into the wrong crowd, Ash was the most vocal about getting them back and bringing them home. No argument mattered to him, Darlin' was a member of the pack and they needed to be there. He wasn't above saying it was just because he missed them. That didn't change when they stopped being teenagers. He still feels like a dumb kid with a huge crush who missed his chance.

Then, all at once, it all falls apart. Darlin's unempowered friend is almost killed, by Darln's own mate, and the Shaw pack is rallying behind them to try and push the department to act. Then it goes quiet. They leave, saying they're heading up to be with their family and Ash feels like someone hollowed out his chest. It's how he imagined it feels like when someone's mate dies - a constant ache in his chest. Which he knows he shouldn't feel because regardless of his feelings Darlin' isn't his mate. Hell, they just had to leave theirs because he was a shitty person!!

He's confused and it only gets worse when he finds out Darlin' had been lying to them. That Quinn was still at large, that they put the pack at risk, that they were putting themselves at risk trying to handle it alone. They didn't rely on the pack. On their friends. On him. And his impostor syndrome kicks him off on a spiral. But it doesn't take much to pull him out of it, not when Darlin' is finally back in his life.

As mates, Ash is the Will Smith red carpet meme. He wants everyone to look at his mate, to know that he's their mate and they're soooo in love!! It drives poor Darlin' insane.

And he can get away with it!! And damn near anything because Darlin' is so weak to Ash's puppy dog eyes. They have been since they were teens. If Asher wants a grilled cheese at 3 AM all he has to do is flash those eyes and Darlin' is hauling themselves out of bed, but grumbling about it the entire way.

Asher and Darlin' spend a lot of downtime gaming together. They trade recommendations back and forth, play each other's favorites, and terrorize everyone else who ends up in their lobbies. Darlin' can get a little heated and toxic during PVP but it's always defused by Asher doing an uwu voice and making Darlin' choke on their laughter.

David and Milo are happier than Asher when they finally get together, they've been listening to his lovesick pining for years and they're TIRED.

David

aka the character that got me into shipping Darlin' with their pack members

David and Darlin have such an interesting dynamic!! The devoted pack alpha and the wayward lone wolf. They both have strong personalities and we've seen them come into conflict with each other

But there's love there. There always has been.

I fully believe that in a David/Darlin' relationship, it'd be a case of he fell first and fell harder. It wasn't love at first sight, David's a bit too cynical for that even before his dad died. But there was a pull to the newcomer that drew him in and helping them settle in wasn't just because of his role as beta.

They were always there, in the background of David, Milo, and Asher's teenage years but never front and center. Always on the fringes, like they never found their footing. Something he wouldn't notice until it was too late.

Then Gabriel dies and Darlin' got together with Quinn. Instead of being distant, they're absent entirely. David knows that Quinn is their mate but something about that burns at his core, makes him feel queasy and unsettled. Like it's wrong. But htere's nothing he can do, he has a pack to run and protect.

The anger and hurt he feels when he finds out that they've been lying to him for so long. That they're trying to hunt down Quinn on their own, so stubborn and self-destructive. The fact that they consider themselves expendable and would risk breaking themselves to avenge their friend and protect the pack. He wants to shake them by the shoulders and tell them they're loved but he knows it'll be better to show them instead.

The pack meeting goes better than he hoped, with members both scolding and reassuring Darlin' of their place and their value. He watches them the whole time out of the corner of his eye and he says it's because he wants to make sure they don't bolt but he knows deep down he's just happy to see them back where they belong

The road to becoming mates is even more bumpy with Darlin' than it would be with Angel. He has to balance being their alpha and their partner and he already feels like he's failed them as a leader, they couldn't even trust him about Quinn.

The shift to being mates came with no small amount of arguing. Darlin' likes to fight with David on just about everything and it drives him crazy. It doesn't matter what it is, big or small it's always some kind of fight or contest and it makes his blood boil but at the same time he loves that little sparkle they get in their eye whenever they challenge him.

When there's a pack run and they're all shifted there's a 100% chance that Darlin' is gonna slam into David's flank and snap at him. Doesn't matter how many times he tells them to stop over the link, they're always going to start shit in a way even Asher wouldn't try.

Honestly, it's like David has two betas the way Darlin' and Asher flank him. And Darlin' isn't above mean-mugging clients if they think they aren't being taken seriously. (again, David tells them to stop. They don't.)

Scary movie nights are even more fun when David and Darlin' are sat next to each other, the contrast makes Darlin's abject terror even more hilarious.

[writing-for-life]

Lupē

Finally, finally I manage a Calliope/Morpheus fic (the Sandman Rarepair Fest had to come along to kick me into gear). It’s just a short vignette, but I hope I did them justice because they will always be the OTP to me. The prompt is Hurt/Comfort.

You can read on Ao3 or here. And no matter where you read, your kudos, comments, shares and reblogs are so appreciated and help writers to get their stuff discovered 🖤

Lupē (616 words) by Writing-for-Life Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Calliope/Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Calliope/Dream of the Endless, Calliope & Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Reconciliation, Past Relationship(s), Rare Pairings, Canon Compliant, During Canon, Canon Related, Canon Rewrite Summary:

Calliope had wept for him so many times, and she felt the tight grip of grief resurfacing. She had mourned the laughter that would never echo through these halls again, the stories of his father he would never pass on to children of his own, the promise of a future shattered. […] And she was tired of mourning, of a grief that felt like it was hers alone to bear.

Lupē

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow upon the twisted spires of the castle. She had not returned here since that fateful day.

The Gatekeepers stood before her, eyes like onyx reflecting the aeons they had witnessed. Last time, they had been impassive, their voices cold as they denied her entry.

But tonight, something had changed: They recognised her.

"Calliope," the wyvern’s voice echoed through the mist. "You seek the Lord of Dreams."

She nodded, and her throat felt so tight she could barely swallow. "I come to speak to him."

Calliope's fingers trembled. She remembered the bitter words they had exchanged—the accusations, the tears. Later, Oneiros had been unyielding, her attempts to speak to him ignored. She was not even sure what would have happened had he acted differently then; the thought of bringing forth an apology entered her mind and was as quickly dismissed. She felt her hands ball into fists, bitterness resurfacing.

No, this is not the time.

The guardians exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. "Why are you here, muse?" the hippogriff asked.

She hesitated. "Our son's absence binds us, even in sorrow."

There was no more talk, no further interrogation. The gates just creaked open.

Calliope stepped across the threshold, and her footsteps echoed on the stairs and the marble corridors. With every step, her heart picked up pace until it was racing so fast she could hardly catch a breath.

The door was as she remembered—unchanged, the wood dark and polished, etched with symbols whose meaning she understood and yet didn’t.

Just like him.

But that wasn’t true. He had been changed when last they met. Familiar yet different, faint echoes of what once she loved—and hated.

Calliope pushed the door open, and the air itself seemed to hold its breath. For a moment, she wondered what she had expected to find. How she had expected him to greet her. And then she knew that this was exactly it:

His back turned on her, no sign of movement, frozen in space.

She crossed the room, her breath catching in her throat, unable to speak.

She didn’t have to.

"Calliope," he whispered, still not turning. There was a rawness to his voice, even in that whisper, that caught her unaware.

She reached for him, without any hesitation, and while it surprised her, it felt right. As her hand touched his shoulder, he flinched subtly, but he didn't pull away.

When he finally turned, his eyes held galaxies, and their shared history was etched on his face—the pain, the longing—it was all there, laid bare.

And it was hard not to see Orpheus in him. Hard not to remember how he had told him stories, his voice like a melody spun from darkness and light, stardust and moonbeams, while the boy’s laughter would echo through the halls of the castle, and his cries for more brought a moment of happiness to everyone who heard it.

And then it was gone.

Calliope had wept for him so many times, and she felt the tight grip of grief resurfacing. She had mourned the laughter that would never echo through these halls again, the stories of his father he would never pass on to children of his own, the promise of a future shattered.

She had sung dirges and sought solace in memories, but they only deepened the pain.

And she was tired of mourning, of a grief that felt like it was hers alone to bear.

In that moment, his eyes searched hers. “You came.” And perhaps, they were seeking answers and forgiveness.

“You called.”

And perhaps, they were also holding the faint glimmer of hope…

[alexa-fika]

Midnight Rascals (Sanji x child!reader)

A/N- Another one inspired by @me-writes-prompts, specifically from this post here, same as last time, I loosely based it on it as most of the prompt was change but it was still totally inspired by it. Who better to take this on than our Casanova chef?

Prompt: OTP comes home to their children playing with flour all over the floor and they can't help but coo at them, even though they'll have to clean the whole house twice.

Dividers by @/saradika

Sanji had woken up, his keen senses alerted by the familiar sound of someone having sneaked into the kitchen; knowing the avaricious appetite of his captain and how dangerous it would be to let the man be the cook stormed into the kitchen,

“Luffy, I swear,” he growls, only to stop at the shear mess that now lay in his kitchen, the whole place covered in white, his head snapping to one of the counters where he heard movement from

“Luffy, you better pray to every deity out there because when im done with the crew will be having a full-course meal on your body!”

“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Sanji’s fury grew as he noticed every piece of equipment was covered with the same dusty white substance. Storming towards the counter only to stop short as in front of him lay not his captain but his young sibling thrown on the floor, writing and drawing messily on what he now identified as flour

Sanji stared blankly for a second, trying to register what his eyes were seeing

“W-what are you doing?!” He finally found the capacity to talk, staring at his sibling with disbelief as they lay there with their tongue sticking out in a state of concentrated effort, writing indecipherable words.

Their sibling shrieked, taking one look at their brother and the shocked look plastered on their face and shooting up and trying to make a run for it

Sanji immediately ran forward to grab the child who was attempting to escape, trying to hold back his laughter, his hands surrounding the small frame

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going? I think you have lots to explain,” he said, holding the small child up with a curly browed arched as he waited for an explanation

“Why is there flour all over my kitchen?”

“It just fell…”

“Oh? It just fell, did it?”His eyes quickly once again surveyed the scale of the disaster caused by a bag of flour ‘falling,’ and with his youngest sibling covered in flour, it was apparent who was the cause of this catastrophe

“Yeah!”

“Oh, you mean those random piles of flour all around the floor, and the fact that every single piece of equipment in the kitchen is covered in flour, and even you’re covered head to toe in flour, and that you were literally writing with flour on the kitchen floor…It just fell, is that right?”

“Yeah?” They replied, giggling nervously, a little bit more hesitant than their previous answer

“Oh, you think being cute and giggling will get you out of trouble?”

Sanji smirked at his little sibling

“I promise you that’s not going to work this time.”

“ I love you, brother Sanji!”

“Convenient you wanting to share that when you’re caught red-handed. Do you think saying that is going to get you out of trouble?”

“Yep”

“Have a little bit of shame to at least deny it,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes, putting the child on the ground

“Good try, go get a rag; you have lots to clean up.”

“Awww!”

“Don’t you ‘Aww’ me, Start brooming and dusting the place,” he said, amused at his sibling's antics.

“But I was practicing writing!”

“You were practicing writing on the kitchen floor? With flour? Are you a baker now? Get cleaning”

They pout, grabbing a small child-size broom and starting to sweep the mess they had created

“Put that lip back, you rascal. I raised you, and I know your tricks; they won’t work on me like they do the rest of the crew,” he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling and exhaling a thin wisp of smoke

What we thinking? I was working on another part for crocodile pigeon!reader among some other ideas but I had to get hall something wholesome and we haven’t heard of our resident cook in a while

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[simonsquest]

Thoughts and spoilers (with screenshots) for Haunted Castle Revisited below.

The intro cutscene made me laugh. I wish it didn't, LOL. It's really awkward.

I'm really perplexed that they didn't adjust Simon's intro cutscene sprite. Selena's is totally different - they don't look quite right standing together.

Interesting choice to give Selena's sprite purple hair. Her dress is very pretty!

(He holds her........ that's a nice touch..... my blorbos........)

Simon's in-game sprite is very nice!

Gameplay feels fun and easier than the original! My only grievance with Simon's movement is that he sometimes needs a moment to register that I'm crouching (maybe it conflicts with a whip strike input?) The backgrounds in particular are especially beautiful. I love the spritework and parallaxing. It harnesses the dark gloom with high contrast colors I love so much from other titles like Bloodlines, Rondo, CV3 and ReBirth.

I'm perplexed by some of the choices... like gravestone crosses in the trees? Weird, but OK.

Climbing on chandeliers is very Super Castlevania 4 and I'm here for it!

They made some fresh and engaging changes to the tedious bits of some levels. All of the bosses are improved, too! Each were challenging in their own way (barring Medusa, maybe--crouch and strike and the fight will end quickly.)

The Frankenstein's monster fight had a lot of neat additions and cycles. Really enjoyed that one - it stands out in my mind!

Dracula's second phase is actually incredibly challenging in this one, as opposed to the original. It's a little hard to hear the remastered music over the sound effects. I listened to them afterwards from the menu and they're really good. Original Cross Your Heart is still my favorite! Can't be beat. But truly Bloody Tears sounds incredible with the electric guitar. Chills. I'm curious why they removed the bit where you go into like... idk how to describe it. Like an alternate dimension and fight harpies for a certain amount of time? I would have liked to see that in this version. Speaking of removed things: not sure how I feel about the part at the beginning where it's normally the rainfall/brick wall obstacle being replaced in the way it was. Its changed version is equally as tedious, in my opinion.

The Stopwatch was also removed as a subweapon. I can understand why - it made some fights very trivial. The fleamen... lol they're just so excited to be there, hopping around in a giddy, non-threatening way. The bridge connecting to Dracula's castle was much easier than the original. I didn't feel like one wrong move and I'd plummet to my death.

Dracula's coffin room has changed - poor Selena is laid out on top of Dracula's coffin, unconscious! She isn't present during the fight in the original game.

When Dracula's second form appeared I literally gasped out loud. It was totally unexpected! And to have Selena be part of the fight (floating behind) was a really nice touch.

Hahahah when I first played I didn't realize I could catch Selena after the fight ended. I let her fall to the ground (which was VERY funny to watch) thinking a cutscene would play... it's only when I watched someone play it on YouTube I realized that you can have Simon stand under her and he'll catch her in his arms. (I played it a second time just to make sure I caught her. I'm going to have to draw this... my dear OTP... I'm so df djfbgdfjfg)

Like the first cutscene, the final cutscene felt a little awkward, too. And Selena has blonde hair on her cutscene sprite, as opposed to the purple in-game sprite? She's so pretty, though. Q_Q Can't be mad about that.

Overall the vibe of this game is really amazing. When I first played The Adventure ReBirth, I thought to myself that it was a really amazing way to handle a Classicvania remaster. At the time, I told my spouse that I would love to get a new Castlevania entry--or another remake--of that style. Konami delivered in one of my very favorite titles. I'm so happy!!

Highly recommend this remake. Solid 9/10 from me.

( If you're feeling brave, try the original, too. ;) )

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟟-

pairings - wednesGAYaddams x fem!reader

summary - you and enid go out for lunch, some problems ensue, and wednesday has to step in

warnings - spooky scary guy but fluff at the end, physical assault, can be almost considered as SA

an - wrote this impulsively at like 2 am last night while on the phone with four people, was radical

———————

“And that’s how Ajax proposed to me!”

You smiled, listening to Enid rant about her newfound engagement to her four year boyfriend, who she’s been pestering about proposing ever since they graduated, poor guy couldn’t catch a break. 

But they have finally taken a step forward in their relationship and caused Enid’s excitement to skyrocket, hence why she whisked you out of the house for a girls lunch with just you and her. The restaurant she chose was cute, with fairy lights draped across the ceiling and vines trailing down from above, it was cozy.

“So anyways, enough about me.” Enid said, setting her drink down after she took a sip, “What’s been going on with my OTP?”

“Nothing much, we have been pretty relaxed lately.” You replied, taking the small piece of chicken off of your fork and into your mouth.

“Sounds nice, I know Wednesday can be a…well…handful.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head with a smile after setting your utensil down. Enid wasn’t wrong, Wednesday was most definitely a handful, but a good one. She had her ups and downs that were…irritating…but you loved her and you understood that everyone can have bad days.

“We all go through rough patches, it’s natural.” You said, smoothing out your shirt, “Wednesday’s just happen to be more bloody and murderous.”

Enid suddenly coughed, raising an eyebrow and flicking her eyes behind you. You followed her gesture and turned your head to the right, meeting the gaze of a man around your age.

He was staring you down, his husky blue eyes piercing through yours as he smirked. His hand raised, fingers waggling in a teasing wave towards you. You gave a tight lipped smile in return, slowly turning back to Enid. 

“Weirdo.” You mumbled, balling up your napkin to place on your empty plate, “I’m gonna go pay, okay?”

Enid nodded, beginning to clean up the table from your lunch as you got up and walked to the front. The feeling of someone watching you washed over your body, making you feel exceedingly uncomfortable and vulnerable as you made your way to the register.

“Lunch?” The cashier asked, giving you a comforting smile.

“Yep, for two.” You replied, watching as the price rang up.

As you went to retrieve your card from your wallet, a hand suddenly shot out of nowhere to grab your wrist and stop you. Your head snapped to your left, looking upwards to see the guy from before handing his own card to the worker.

“I got it.” He said, his voice chillingly low.

He turned to you, winking playfully and biting his lip at you. You smiled and laughed awkwardly, carefully pulling your wrist out of his grip. Your wedding ring was clear as day on your finger, but he either didn’t see it or was ignoring it.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, putting your wallet back in your purse.

“It’s fine, I always pay for pretty girls.” He quipped, his eyes slowly trailing from your face to down your body.

He was checking you out.

“Okayyyyyy, well I’m gonna get going, stuff to do.” You spoke, turning to go back to Enid.

“Wait hold on,” His hand took your wrist again, swinging your body back around to him, “I never caught your name.”

“Never threw it to you.” You challenged, now feeling extremely uncomfortable and disgruntled from this guy's advances.

“C'mon don’t be like that,” He said, pulling his phone out and handing it to you, “Put your number in?”

It was more of a suggestion than a question, but you were absolutely not going to do that. Forcefully yanking your hand from his, you backed up slightly, eyes glancing in search of the unseen Enid. Where she could have gone, you didn’t know, but it was definitely stressing you out.

“I’ll pass, have a nice day!” You grimaced before hurrying away to retrieve Enid and leave.

You exited the restaurant, looking around to see if she had left and was waiting for you outside, but the blue and pink streaked blonde was nowhere in sight. Who was visible was the man, making his way to the glass door of the building and to you.

“Dammit Enid.” You whispered before hurrying down the sidewalk at a fast pace.

Not many people were out, just a few couples hand-locked and some businessmen with their heads in their phones, none paying attention to you and the man closing distance on you.

Your hands fumbled to open your bag, pulling your phone out to call someone, anyone. You had a few messages from your dad, and a missed call from Enid, but your fingers immediately went for Wednesday’s contact.

You pressed the call button, putting the phone to your ear as it rang. Twice it went straight to voicemail, the third it rang for a few seconds before her automated message rang out. 

“This is Wednesday Friday Addams, if you are not my mother, father, brother, best friend, wife, or pet, please hang up or be prepared for decapitation….”

“Nes please..” You begged quietly, pressing the call button yet again, “Pick up!”

As the phone rang, you had the unsettling feeling of somebody becoming very close to you, and before you knew it, your back was pressed against a brick wall. His breath hit your nose when he leaned his face towards yours, the stench of beer coating your senses.

“You know, it was really disrespectful of you to just walk away.” He said lowly, “I asked for your number.”

You gulped, tears in your eyes as his grip on you tightened. His hands were sweaty and rough, itching on your skin while he closed himself in on your personal space. A small voice inside of you was screaming at you, scratching the back of your throat as it tried to tell you to fight back.

“It’s not that hard, just tell me what it is.” He sang softly into your ear, his hand traveling down from your shoulder towards your hip.

A sudden phone ring startled you both into a frozen position, your heads turning to look at your phone. Wednesday’s face was on the screen, the name ‘Nessy Boo🖤🗝️🐈‍⬛’ bold up above. The photo you used for her contact was you and her on your wedding day, her in her stunning black suit dress , and you in a gorgeously slim-fitted white dress. 

“Who is that bitch.” 

Bitch?

Bitch?!

Your emotions flared, your hand shooting forward to shove him in the chest. He stumbled backwards, his body in shock from the force you produced, and he ran into a light pole. The insult he used made you mad, incredibly furious as your eyes glowed a glorious green. 

“Bitch?” You asked softly, vines beginning to grow out of the ground as you twitched your fingers, “Is that what you said?”

He looked at you in apprehension, his eyes tearing away to glance at the sky’s darkening state. Clouds rolled overhead, the subtle crack of thunder and flash of lightning causing him to gulp fearfully.

“I suggest you leave,” You said, the wind starting to pick up, “Before you get hurt.”

He nodded, now completely sober and running tuck-tailed away from you. You watched him go, your breathing fast and heavy as your abilities slowly calmed down. Your shoulders slumped, your eyes closing weakly from the small use of your powers; the ones you rarely ever show.

Your phone rang again, startling you out of your zone-out. You picked it up from the ground, seeing that Wednesday was calling you for the fourth time. Immediately you answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hey baby.” You murmured, turning to gaze at the still dark sky.

“I saw your calls, and the sudden weather change.” Wednesday’s voice sounded through the phone, soft and dull as she spoke to you, “What happened mi vida?”

You sniffled, now aware of the tears pooling in your eyes as you cried. 

“Some guy, he got too close, I got rid of him.” You replied, dusting your pants off before walking back in the direction of the restaurant.

“Some guy?! Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?” 

Her concern was adorable to you, but she was at least 25 to 30 minutes away from you, meaning it would be pointless for her to come get you.

“No need, I’m gonna find Enid and get an uber.”

She hummed in disapproval, not believing your fib for one second.

“I’ll be there in 15.” Then she hung up.

You sighed, knowing she would show up with a murderous aspect in mind, but you were too utterly exhausted to pick a fight with her. The walk back to the restaurant was longer than you expected, almost 10 minutes by the time you made it back. 

“Y/N, Oh my god!” 

You turned to see Enid running towards you in a panic, her hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

“Are you okay?! You disappeared! Did you get hurt?” She was rambling, throwing her hands in the air.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You responded, giving a small smile to her, “Just some guy trouble.”

Enid glared at you, a look of disappointment crossing her face. She pulled you into a hug again, her arms holding you way too tight as she scolded you.

“Never walk away by yourself ever again, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You smiled, turning when you heard a car door slam loudly.

There stood Wednesday, fuming with fury and rage as she looked for you. Her shoulders rose and fell heavily as steam basically poured out of her ears; she was angry. As she scanned the sidewalk, her eyes locked with yours, her features relaxing in relief before she began to speed walk towards you.

“Y/N.” She stated before pulling you into her arms, “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Did he give you any injuries?” 

You leaned back slightly to grab her face and push your lips into hers, putting a blockade in her rambling. She kissed you back immediately, wrapping her arms around your back and waist as an attempt to make you feel safe and secured in her hold.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You whispered to her, caressing her cheeks with your thumbs as you tried to relax her, “I’m right here, Nes.”

She sighed, staring at you with her endless black orbs. Her arms squeezed you, holding you close to her while you repeated that you were indeed okay.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight.” She murmured, locking her lips with yours.

You hummed, smiling into the kiss. The clouds above began to clear, and the plants previously growing from the cracks in the pavement started to shrivel and turn to dust. 

“I’ll take you both home.” Wednesday stated, pulling you in by your waist before walking to her car, “You need rest.”

You nodded, gesturing for Enid to follow the two of you. Wednesday held the door open for her, speaking her thanks after she got in, then turned for you to follow. You paused before doing so, leaning in to press your lips to her skin.

“Thank you for coming, I love you.” You said, rocking back and forth on your heel.

She smiled, a rare but glorious sight, and bumped her nose against yours in an affectionate way.

“You’re welcome, and I love you more.”

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OTP Prompt: Katara gets in a heated argument with someone. She begins threatening them, so Zuko picks her up and carries/drags her out of the room before anyone gets hurt. lol

“Scarfaced freak,” the boy muttered. Zuko froze, his shoulders coming up to his ears. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sokka turn to him, wide eyed and stunned.

“What did you just call him?” Katara’s voice was low and dangerous. That snapped Zuko and Sokka out of their shock. 

“He heard me,” the boy said. He smirked at Katara. “What? Did I insult your boyfriend?" 

“For it to be an insult, your opinion would need to matter,” she snapped. “But jerks like you need to be taught some manners.” She stepped towards him, arms moving up from her sides. Zuko gasped, and grabbed them from behind. He pulled her towards him, wrapping their arms together so that Katara was essentially hugging herself. 

“You can’t do that here,” he whispered to her. “You’ll blow our cover.” Katara gritted her teeth but stopped struggling. 

“At least you know how to keep your girl under control, Scarface,” the bully laughed.  Katara strained against Zuko’s hold again. 

“I’m just going to talk to him!” she insisted. 

“I’d get out of here,” Sokka warned the boy. “He’s holding her back for your safety. He won’t be able to keep it up forever.” The guy scoffed, but turned away, laughing as he walked down the street. Zuko loosened his grip on Katara, but didn’t dare let her go just yet. 

“That guy needs to be frozen to the bottom of a lake,” she muttered.

“What a creep,” Sokka agreed. Zuko just shrugged. 

“That’s not the worst thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he told them. “We should head back. We’ve drawn too much attention.” He finally released Katara, only for her to start towards the direction of the other boy. Zuko caught her wrist and stared at her incredulously. 

“I’m not going to draw attention,” she promised. “I just have some words for him.”

“You always have words,” Sokka complained. “I know that guy aggravated your sense of righteous indignation, but Zuko’s right. We don’t need the heat. Let it go.” Katara glared down the street. She could still just make out the back of the rude boy and she wished that she could earthbend, just for a few minutes. 

“Seriously, do you want me to carry you back?” Zuko huffed. Katara turned her attention from her thoughts and raised her eyebrows at Zuko. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but paused a moment. 

“You know what?” she said. “Yeah. I want you to carry me back.” Zuko balked. 

“I was kidding!”

“Yeah well, I’m not.” Katara folded her arms and smirked at Zuko challengingly. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun!” Zuko snorted in disbelief. 

“For me,” Katara clarified. “It’ll be fun for me.” 

“Nope.” Zuko shook his head and he and Sokka started for the path leading back to the beach house. 

“I could always go find that guy,” Katara said offhandedly. “I wouldn’t have to let him see my face when I  freeze him to the side of a building.” Zuko looked back at her, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re bluffing.” He was sure of all the members of their group, she wouldn’t do anything so rash. 

“Am I?” She met Zuko’s eyes meaningfully. Zuko groaned and looked at Sokka. He threw his hands up as if to say ‘this is your problem’. Then with a sigh, Zuko looped his arms around Katara, one behind her shoulders and one behind her knees. 

“You two are the biggest dorks, I swear.” Sokka shook his head and rolled his eyes.

[wexhappyxfew]

Also! 29 on OTP dialogue for Annie and Brady?

HI JAMIEEEE!!! thank you so much for this other prompt as well!!! sorry it took a bit to get to! :) i must say, this idea swirled in my head for a bit and then, when i felt things in writing were finally going the way i wanted them to, i felt ready to post this!! thank you again!!!! :D

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(a/n): for the annie x brady girlies, with a mix of angst and fluff all at once!!! to say the least, these two have my whole heart and just !!!!!! there was an anon awhile back talking about brady freaking out if he ever saw annie injured or wounded in the slightest way - and well....here ya go! prompt: don't lie to me. i was there.

The soup was probably the best thing she could've had in that moment - despite what little warmth this place provided, the soup was sure to give her enough strength to keep her going. She'd been up most of the night with a nasty, wheezing cough, her nose running and her throat sore as all get-out. Now, with her stomach feeling sour, nose run red from the amount of times she'd wiped it, she felt like she'd been drug behind a truck and tried standing again. But, for now, this little bowl of soup was making her incredibly happy.

Annie looked up and towards where Brady was, sat taking up spoonful after spoonful of soup himself, getting every last bit her possibly could. She had to admit, she was worried about him more often than not - because he spent the majority of his time worrying about her, especially in the past few days. So seeing him eat his fill and focus on himself, settled her for the time being.

"Guys. Guys!" yelling started down the hallway, along with a banging all along the wooden walls of this sad excuse for barracks. Annie met Buck's eyes from beside her at the table and watched as everyone in the tiny bunk room looked towards the doorway to find Benny DeMarco racing in, eyes wide and bloodshot as he made an attempt to catch his breath.

"What is it, Benny?" Bucky said, pushing up from where he leaned against a bunk, forgetting about his soup and focused on the rather frantic nature of Benny there in front of them. Benny took a minute to catch his breath and then pointed outside.

"They got a new group comin' in. Margie may be in that group. We gotta go look." he said quickly, before disappearing again out the door. Annie watched that now-empty doorway and slowly turned to meet Kennedy and Bessie's eyes - there was something unspoken between the three of them that the boys hadn't entirely clued into or focused on. But coming in as a woman was one thing; having survived that level of interrogation was another.

Margie had to.

She had to be in that group.

She was more hopeful than half of them combined.

"Let's go." Annie said, moving to her feet, buttoning her coat and wrapped that scarf around her neck, "C'mon." She was the first out the door, hurrying down the hall, a few echoing footsteps behind her as she pushed outside and attempted to seek out Benny in the crowd. She caught sight of his beanie, and began, rather slowly, moving through the open area towards the gates.

As she got closer, she watched, as if in shaky, frantic real-time capture, as Benny moved along the fence, yelling out, over and over again, before tearing around the edge of the wiring and disappearing into the crowd.

Annie felt her face grow cold and stoic, her shoulders pressed high, her chin pointed up. Her heart pounded as she turned around the edge of the gate and found Benny there on the ground, pulling a rather fragile looking, collapsed, corpse of Margie Harlowe on the ground, her face bloodied, her clothing practically hanging off of her form, and her one shoulder looking twisted in all the wrong places. Then, standing over them, was whom she could only assume as one of the German soldiers who had been begrudgingly dragging Margie along.

This was one of her girls, her flight engineer; bright, sunny Margie, with that beautiful blonde hair that was now all haphazard angles around her shoulders, bright blue eyes that were red and filled with tears and beautiful rosy cheeks that were scarred and bloodied.

Annie slowly looked up at the German who stood silent and still, overtop where Margie was half alive in Benny's arms, her cries weak and pained, Benny's comfort only doing so much to erase the pain of reality.

Annie couldn't take it anymore.

She took three, wide steps forward right into the German's face, without much thought for her own self and stared up at him, her body rigid, her eyes narrowed.

"She's already half-dead," Annie practically spat out, "did you really have to drag her in the dirt like a dying dog!" Any sort of celebration and welcoming immediately went quiet as people turned to look at the female lieutenant who was currently losing it on one of the Germans. Annie's throat tightened.

"How can you just stand there!" Annie managed out again, but she knew she had messed up long before she even had opened her mouth. She should've stayed with her soup, let Benny handle all this. But she couldn't. This was one of her girls, this was Margie Harlowe.

Without warning, the German had grabbed her by the shoulders and swung her around him right into the dirt, her body hitting the ground with a rough whimper, her eyes closing at the pain shooting through her body.

"Annie, don't," came Margie's quiet cry.

"Don't touch her." Benny said, his voice drowned out by the sudden kick of the German's booted foot into Annie's side. She curled into a ball with a strangled cry, tears squeaking out of her eyes, her body begging for some sort of reprieve that wasn't this.

When the German had stepped away, angrily spitting down on her, she heard yelling and a commotion somewhere behind her, which was enough to make her sit up, weakly at that, looking past Benny and Margie in his arms and a few stragglers hanging about.

There, just past them, was Brady, screaming and yelling, being held back by Bucky and Murphy as best as they could hold him, Brady's eyes dead set on the German officer who walked away casually and calmly. Annie turned her quivering eyes to Brady again and watched as he broke free of the bodies holding him back and stomped across the open bit of land, taking his hands on the front of the Germans uniform and slamming him against the rusty wiring, yelling, over and over.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her again!" Brady yelled, his voice sounding like a wild animal's, guttural and raw, as the German yelled back, "Don't lie to me. I was there! I saw you hit her! Don't touch her again!" It didn't take long for the German officer to yell something in German, before swinging at Brady, sending him to the ground.

The brawl turned into a power struggle, the German kicking and punching Brady there on the ground, Brady all but weakened and defenseless. Finally, the two were separated and bodies were left behind and the few groupings that had been out were left behind by the Germans, only watched by guards in the towers. Annie watched as Bucky helped Brady to his feet, Brady struggling to find his footing, before ignoring any possible help, as he ambled over to Annie.

"Annie." he managed out, his voice sounding weak as he collapsed on the ground beside her, his hands reaching forward - he was always reaching for her, they always were with one another - and placing themselves against her cheeks, his thumbs rubbing in circles, "He should've never have hit you. I swear to fucking-"

"John." Annie whispered, slowly bringing her hands to his own cheeks, "You've gotta calm down."

"Not when they hit you, Annie. He did it because he-"

"John." she managed out again, "I'm okay. It's…..Margie." Brady watched her and some sort of realization seemed to hit him. He knew how important the women of Silver Bullets were to her, beyond anything, beyond even herself.

Slowly, the two looked over to Margie there, wrapped in Benny's arms, those tears running down her bloodied cheeks, grasping onto Benny like it was her lifeline. Annie managed to pull herself to her feet, Brady beside her, their hands linking to one another for some sort of support, before she fell to the ground in front of Benny and Margie, her hands shaking as she reached forward. Margie flinched at Annie's touch, her eyes immediately welling with tears - what could they have done to you?

"Hey, Margie, it's me." Annie whispered, reaching her hand forward and softly cupping the girl's cheek, brushing her thumb over her pink, wounded skin, "You're okay." Margie looked up at her with those water-filled blue eyes and let out a croaky cry, reaching up a free hand to lay gently against Annie's hand and nodded.

"I can't believe….I found…you all." Margie managed out, "Benny saw me first……I didn't want anyone to get hurt." Benny let out a quiet, wet laugh, as if holding in any tears he was trying not to shed. Annie looked to Brady, whose face had grown soft and gentle. Brady watched Annie, his face full of love and adoration, that same look she'd gotten the privilege of seeing anytime he watched her.

"You didn't have to go beat up any Germans, Brady." Margie managed out, her hand still grasping Annie's tightly, "You're too kind." The three of them laughed again at Margie's words, before Annie's eyes filled with tears and Margie seemed to notice.

"Don't cry, Bradshaw, I'm still here." Margie said softly, "Look at me."

"I thought you were dead," Annie managed out, her throat filled with emotion, "I should've looked for you….tried to get you to safety-"

"Don't go saying that, Bradshaw," Margie managed out, before letting out a wet, rattling cough, "I got to see Brady beat up a German for a bit. It was worth it."

"I promise it felt just as good as it looked." Brady said quietly.

"Don't give yourself that much credit." Benny offered and the group fell into small bits of laughter again.

By the time they'd gotten Margie up and in the comforting arms of Benny and Bucky who had come racing over like a bat out of hell, Annie had turned to Brady, looking at him bathed in cold sunshine, his face more stressed and sunken in these days, but still the Brady from that first day on base. They watched one another and she smiled slightly, reaching up to run a finger beside the cut near his eyebrow.

"Let me help you dress that," she whispered quietly, her hand cradling his cheek, as he watched her, "thank you for doing that." Brady clenched his jaw.

"He shouldn't have even touched you."

"I shouldn't have gotten in his face. I shouldn't have said a word-"

"You did the right thing, Annie, I know that. They gotta have a little humanity in this place."

"There's barely an ounce of that here." she whispered, voice sorrowful and sad. Brady watched her, before bringing up a hand to clasp around her one against his cheek. For a second, it looked like Brady was going to say something else, but he bit his tongue and continued to watch her instead.

"Does your chest hurt?" he whispered to her, "I'll help you wrap it. I'll scrounge some bandage."

"Only a little," she whispered back, "I'm more worried about your chest. He hit you pretty hard." Brady smiled softly at her and stepped forward, cradling her face in his hands, his beautiful eyes on her own.

"Let me take care of you." he whispered to her, "Let me hold you, just a little while longer." Annie stared up at him and flitted her eyes across his face and lips, before settling on that scar again.

"Only if you let me wrap up your chest." she whispered back to him.

"Only if I can wrap yours." he said back. She stared at him and then smiled softly, nodding, "Is it tender?"

"I'll be okay." she whispered, "You know that."

"I know." Brady whispered, "Sometimes I just….." Annie watched him, her big eyes holding him in her gaze, watching as he watched her back, their emotions hitting a head.

"What?" Annie asked quietly, her voice hidden it felt by the sweeping winds this place had. Brady couldn't get his eyes off her it felt, and like it were the most delicate thing in the world, he pulled her into his arms, probably the warmest hug she'd had since arriving here, and stayed like that. Her heart raced in his embrace and as he pulled back, she looked up into his face right in front of her and licked her lips. The corner of his mouth lifted upwards and she felt her body shiver. Something pulled her closer, she wanted to be closer than they already had been.

"Hey!" Brady and Annie seemed to bounce apart, and they turned to find Bucky walking closer, all smug, hands in his pockets, "We're gonna get Margie comfortable."

"Right." Annie said, stepping back and smoothing out her normally, crumpled clothes, catching Brady's eyes for a second and then pushing her hair behind her ears, "Let's go." She hurried away, towards where Benny was still walking with Margie, as Bucky came to Brady's side. Brady stared at Bucky, who smirked and clapped his shoulder.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Bucky said, "quite the dragon slayer though, huh."

"Shut up."

"You tell her yet?"

"Shut up, Bucky."

[pigdemonart]

Do you ship Fox and Krystal?? Because they were my childhood 🥺 baby's first otp yknow

hahah I do! But with a BIG asterisk. Putting it under cut for INSANE STAR FOX RAMBLINGS

* <- the big asterisk: I ship them, but like I also am okay with them not being end-game. I think their relationship could be so much bigger than that!! OK so, let me explain. When I was a kiddo I shipped them! I was a baby furry and I loooooved that there was a playable girl character in Star Fox FINALLY (though, you know that was for only a split second bhnjmk) But now, I just think the way they were both written in the games was a little boring and one-note. Also just uncomfortable at times, since her first appearance Krystal was made out to be weird kinda-fetishy, sex-appeal and not much else. I don't think that's a controversial statement though LOL Later games I don't much feel for their chemistry either, though they have cute moments here and there. The more interesting parts about them is when they're not seeing eye-to-eye and they're apart from each other, honestly. So in my drawings I was picturing something less canon and more re-imagined. Krystal is the lone survivor of her race and she's on Sauria trying to find the truth about what happened to her home planet while also aiding the local wildlife. I don't imagine the dinosaurs speaking much in my version, but Krystal is telepathic and an empath, she can read their minds well enough to talk to them and be understood. I imagine also she knows about Andross, but doesn't believe he's the reason her planet was destroyed (there's disagreements on if that is canon or not, and I think its pretty silly to blame every bad thing on the one guy.) I think it would be fun if Krystal (never being encased in a crystal because that plot was dumb) meets Fox on Sauria early on in the events of Star Fox Adventures. I mean it would have been GREAT if Krystal was his partner, instead of Tricky. Though in the drawings I included Tricky too, cuz why not? I like the dynamic of Krystal being kind towards all living creatures and Fox having to learn to keep up with that. Nature never seemed like his -thing- ya know. See I like the idea of their personalities crashing a lot at first. They are from different cultures and backgrounds, their understanding of Lylat history is different -- Fox being from Corneria means he views the war against Andross as a necessary thing, something Andross brought on himself and eventually paid for with his life, not to mention the death of his father weighs heavily on him forever. Krystal disagrees, being a firm believer that war is never the answer and the price of peace for some came at the cost of the death of others, including her own people. Like...DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH THEY WOULDN'T MIX, they are just too different and too caught up in their own life missions to really get the other's intentions. But then in spite of all that, they become friends. I think my ver. of Krystal while looking down on Fox somewhat for being a mercenary would also be intrigued by him. She would want to know how exactly this guy and his team defeated Andross, and from there know more stories about his life. Likewise, Fox being stuck on ground on Sauria with Krystal I think would open his eyes a bit more (lmao touch some grass for once) and they would at least bond with each other while also helping each other stay alive. I think they realize on their own that they each bring out good things about one another... at least at first.

In the games Krystal is pretty much assimilated into Star Fox and we don't really see how that happens or how she really feels about it. We just know she eventually breaks up with Fox and cuts ties with the rest of them, something that broke my heart when I was a kid, but I'm not super against or in disagreement with. Personally I just think her sort of beliefs and upbringing would have never lent itself well to the line of work Star Fox does, at least not so easily. It came off to me like she was a young woman caught up in a romance that felt right at first and then became bitter and unfulfilling once reality set in. And in my eyes, I think its more interesting if she becomes disillusioned with Star Fox and the Cornerian Defense Force because, put simply, Krystal isn't pro-military. And that's sad...but it's pretty raw, too. And I love my stupid children's game about furries in space being full of dark themes!! Nintendo already set the domino pieces up, I just feel like we never got to see them all come tumbling down. We were teased with possible ideas that the Cornerian army and General Pepper were morally grey and that Andross had good intentions mixed in with every totalitarian thing he did. Krystal even is the one to defend Andross in one scene in Command, which is fucking crazyyyyyyyy!!! but it doesn't GO ANYWHERE -tears hair out- But anyways, as you can see Fox X Krystal drives me insane. /pos There isn't really an ending I love or subscribe to the most from Star Fox Command. That game really just threw a lot of the fans for a loop with all the drama and "bad," not super fulfilling ends to beloved characters. Though, that being said, I lowkey like the Kursed/Krazoa arc for Krystal, I think it's like an interesting path for a character like her. Like yeah, turn this woman into a hardened butch bounty hunter!!!! why NOT!!! She'd get under his skin better than Wolf ever could!!! Plus, how often does a pairing go from friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-strangers?? Fox can't recognize the love of his life anymore because she's been fundamentally changed by the world HE introduced her to. Now they both gotta live with that with Sauria being nothing but a distant memory. It's tragic, it's messy, it can go in so many different directions and I just think these furries should yell at each other for my amusement. anyways that's all. :] i'm actually normal about them tee hee.

[tetzoro]

if you were to, who would you ship your moots with 🎤

thank you so much for asking me !! why did this just turn into me gushing about their selfships. anyway, thanks for indulging me with this :’)

@seiwas - iwaizumi !! he adores you so much, you’re such a ray of sunshine and i think he’d always look at you so fondly hehe !! everytime i see you post about him i can just see how much u love him and i just know that he loves you just as much !!!

@tetsument - why, mr kuroo tetsuro ofc. you guys are soulmates and my otp hehe this man loves you sooo so so so much, you’re all he talks about <3 he’s always there to squeeze you as soon as he gets home from work and he’s such a lil cuddle bug with uuuu !!!

@logicaltribbles - OIKAWA . it just makes sense . giggling bc for some reason i picture you guys playing fortnite and ur kicking ass (per usual) while he’s shooting at the sky but seriously you guys just fit together so well i will always picture you together <333 MWAH

@eussstasss - eustass kid !!! anytime i see this man on my screen i think of you hehe he’s so protective of you, it’s so endearing T^T and in my head yall are always coordinating fits now so ofc i gotta ship yall together 😋

@heart-of-trafalgar - LAW. and that’s final. “love changes you” 🥰 i know i give him the most shit but you guys are everything to me :((( i love your dynamic and i think yall just get each other — it makes sense ! forever n always !!!

@oooohno - okay i’m going with smoker rn BC BC BC !!! you guys would be so adorable together. you making this 6’10 man blush & kick his feet is everything to me (i caught him once and he told me he’d drop my bounty if i didn’t tell anyone … whoops 😔 …)

@gojipink - childe :3 tbh i need to pick your brain about you and him 10x more but i love your vibes together hehe he seems like he’s so sweet around you , giving u lots of affection :’) you’re his lil treasure !! and i feel like he’s supa protective over you <3 just wants to give u the world !!

@likelilacwine - SATORU . it has to be said . i always love seeing your selfship art and im like “this is canon., yup yup yup” the love you guys have makes my heart melt and i honestly ship you guys sm i had to go with him :’) (but u and this new man …… also a contender and i’m looking forward to watching bsd so i can cheer yall on)

@hwaitham - of course i ship you with ur haithie:3 you guys feel like that couple that’s been together for years n years and still look at each other with so much love everyone in the room can feel it . such a power couple that everyone looks up to ! and the way he looks at uuuu 🥹🫶 my faves my faves my FAVES !! ᰔ

@zorosprincess - kazie pls i ship you with sm people ur so lovable . but my mind always goes to suna for you teehee i think you guys have the best banter and such a fun & teasing dynamic but also can just chill with each other and vibe ! (law and zoro are about to throttle me for not picking them so im also throwing them in there to avoid injury & bc i love yall sm)

@reverie-starlight - tsumu. always gotta b tsumu :3 you’re such a fun person to chat with and i feel like he’d be sooo so drawn to u !! just thinkin about how big he smiles at you whenever you come to his games .. yeah <3 you and tsumu are such an adorable couple !!

@quinloki - ooooh it’s gotta be sabo <3 idk why but in my head i just see yall together hehe i feel like you guys have the same sort of free spirit vibe and would flow together so well !! a dynamic duo !! we love to see it <3 im def going to be stopping by soon to ask u more about him hehehe

@a-girl-cant-decide-on-a-name - taps chin. honestly there’s a few i’d wish to ship you with hehe but i think im going to say osamu !! i think you guys would gel so well together. both have laid back and easygoing attitudes and supa easy to talk to ^_^ but also i wanna toss bakugo in HEHEHE

@dark-mnjiro - HI LEE ! okay so i know ur all about adam these days so ofc i ship you with him teehee but also … why am i wanting to ship u with oikawa 🤭 i think you’d be so cute together !! if u don’t like him pls pretend i only said adam <3 /lh (also i need to pick ur brain for your selfship with adam more bc i need to know more !!)

@kentopedia - don’t hate me …. don’t block me … but sanji. LISTEN ! you and nanami are everything to me, you’re mrs nanami after all. but sanji needs his moment .. he’d spoil you to no end, shower you in so much affection, cook you all the yummiest food !!! he’s lana coded and he’s YOURS. runs !!!! (plus we can double date hello 😔🫶)

@kissingojo - obviously my first pick is gojo bc hello !!! ur literally kissing him rn hehehe <3 but ive seen you talking bout dabi on the dash lately 😏😏 so i kinda wanna ship you with him as well hehe i will be dashing to ur inbox soon to pick your brain about him >:3

@mochimooon - jean !!!!! hello !!! soulmates <3 this man absolutely worships the ground you walk on and he’s going to prove himself to you everyday, he loves you so much !!! i see ur name and think of jean , so it’s absolutely meant to be !!

@satorena - and if i say zoro ……. 🤭🤭 listen . i’ll never forget yall together . you guys are such a hot couple PLS the IT couple ! ofc i ship you with gojo as well but zoro says he’s not afraid to fight .. so uh 🍿🍿 let’s sit and enjoy the show, shall we ? 😌

@crisae - SAE SAE SAE ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ you guys are literally famous to me . international superstar couple . everytime i see art of you and him i have to wipe a tear bc it’s like my fave celeb couple were seen out & about being cute & in love . i’m ur biggest fan okay 😔🫶 forever shipping u with him !!

@bokutone - MARI !!! HELLO !!!! i ship you with bokuto ofc teehee i think you guys are lil balls of sunshine and i wanna tuck u both into my pocket for safekeeping hehehe ᰔ this man always gives u the biggest hug whenever he sees you, doesn’t matter if you’ve been apart for a few minutes or days !! he’s there with open arms !!

@tetsuskei - i ship you with all ur faves actually so !!! they’re all obsessed with you. but forever holding you kuroo and tsukki close to my heart !! MY BABIES !!!! the poly couple that stole the show <3 but also you and ace are so precious to me .. 🥹 and I WILL NOT FORGET U AND TENDOU EVER !!!!

@bby-deerling - ZOROOOO !!!! (but also … i’m looking at you and law) BUT you and zoro are SO CUUUTE !! whenever i read your posts about him i just :’) bc your love for each other is so palpable and you can see how much you care about each other !! waaah i love yall sm :3 !!

@txmxkis - you already know im gonna say kuroo >:3 !! how could i not !! you guys are so perfect !! idk why but when i think of you guys i always think of you guys on some lil adventure, exploring new places in the city but also in nature hehe & always laughing n giggling together yup yup !!! <3

@xianyoon - WRIOOO !!! oh you and wrio are just sooo so adorable . whenever i see him i think of you now hehe also thinking of you being a lil mermaid and wrio just absolutely falling head over heels for you… AS HE SHOULD !!! ik when i finally meet him in genshin im going to be sprinting to you and tellin u all about it !!! ᰔ

@zorosdimples - zoro :3 !! oh myyy how could i not !! <3 you two are a tale as old as time and just compliment each other so well !! he’s picking u up rn and bringing you in his lap for a lil snooze , literally refuses to nap without u !! but also can we talk about you and yuuji teehee you guys are so adorable and i can’t stop smilin when i see ur lil pfp !!

@suashii you and sunarinaaa <3 LMFAO (had to use that nickname im sorry) but you guys are soulmates actually it would be a crime for me not to ship you guys !! but don’t tell him that i’ve been shipping u and kaeya lately … i think you deserve ur knight in shining armor and kaeya is more than ready to deliver !! (suna is shopping for armor rn btw.. he might need a reassuring smooch)

:3 - okay. ik you didn’t like the post (i think) but i love u and the world needs to know i ship you with BOKUTOOOOO !!! you and ur tinky :’) oh how he adores you. i love you guys so much and i love whenever you come talk to me about him !! mwah

[merlatealeaf72]

Imagine your OTP, British TV Show Edition

Celebrity Hunted

"I think you're the most annoying fugitive we've ever had on the show but I hate to admit you're kind of funny, so when I catch you I'm gonna ask you out"

"I have no idea what I'm doing, I only applied to spend more time with my partner and they've already been caught, can you please help?"

"I don’t care if the Hunters are on the way to your house, you're kinda cute and I want to spend more time with you"

"I bring tea and coffee to the Hunters at HQ who are struggling to find the last fugitive, and to you, the last fugitive who has somehow managed to hide in HQ the entire time"

Strictly Come Dancing

"Hey, I know you're not my partner but we get along so much better, do you think anyone will notice if we swap?"

"I am in a fierce competition with you over who can make the weirdest faces when Claudia is talking to the camera"

"We started dating after our series on Strictly and I was planning on proposing to you when we won the Christmas special, but then we didn't so this is awkward"

"I have very bad stage fright and I honestly don't know why I signed up for this in the first place and oh my god our bodies are so close together ahhhhhhhh"

Taskmaster

"I'm in the team of three with you two and I think you're both cute, but you both hate each other so I'm guessing you don’t want to be a throuple?"

"You thought it would be funny to steal me from my boyfriend for a prize task but to be honest I kinda like you better than him"

"You've been stealing my stuff for prize tasks all series so for the final prize task I wanted to steal some of your stuff and I thought you weren't going to be home so this is awkward"

"So apparently Taskmaster shipping exsists and we're the second most shipped pairing after Greg and Alex"

The Great British Bake Off

"Its the first day and I've already accidentally dumped all of my meringue on my head, you're the only other baker who's giving me a hand, I appreciate it but I swear to god if you don't finished your bake because of me-"

"You've beaten me to Star Baker three weeks in a row, WHAT'S YOUR WEAKNESS?????"

"It feels like you're naming your bakes innuendos on purpose to spite me, the host that has to call it out"

"We've somehow managed to bake the exact same type of cake with the exact same decoration theme, we must be soulmates but I definitely think mine is better"

[raelis1]

I know its an obvious choice, but Lex for the character meme

Thank you! and nothing wrong with obvious choices, I always welcome the chance to talk/think about my blorbos!

And I'll be talking about Smallville!Lex only. Not really familiar with any other versions.

favorite thing about them - his bravery, intergrity, sense of humor, devotion to those he loves, how much he genuinely struggles to be a better person despite all of the odds being stacked against him

least favorite thing about them - the way he keeps giving Lionel chances and falling for his ploys, his fatalism, the fact he absolutely can't let go of...pretty much anything (which is also I thing I love about him, paradoxically enough), his tendency to put the people in his life on pedestals (the Kents, Lana, his mother...)

favorite line - Smallville is not a show known for great dialogue, but Lex did have some bangers (-"I want a lawyer."/"And I want a ponytail! Disappointment abounds." /"And naturally, you came to my little shop of horrors to foil my ingenious plot to repopulate the planet with vegetation."/"The funny thing about obsession is it outlives everything ... even love.") But I'll go with his entire speech to Earl in Jitters because that's when he was at his most authentic and badass, and it's when I fell in love with the character.

brOTP - aside from Clark, I'm having a hard time picking favorites. Lex and Lana, Lex and Chloe, Lex and Lois, Lex and the Kents... I love all of his dynamics for their potential, but that potential was never fully realized, and Lex was one of the most isolated characters on the show (most of his interactions were with Lionel, Lana and Clark), so it's difficult to single any of the characters out.

OTP - Clark, always and forever

nOTP - used to be Lana (sorry, all my mutuals who love Lexana 😭), but I'm neutral towards the ship now, so the closest is Helen because she's one of the very few characters that I think Lex has no chemistry with at all.

random headcanon - he's half Jewish on his mother's side.

unpopular opinion - depends on where it's unpopular. In my Lex-loving circle my unpopular opinion is that I don't care for romantic Lexana. I understand why people like them, but they just don't click for me like that, and I wasn't a fan of how their dynamic changed once Lex caught feelings. Another unpopular opinion is I don't like Onyx and Nemesis. These episodes have some really good scenes, but overall I don't like the way Lex is characterized in them. Nemesis is a huge missed opportunity, and Onyx' shallow take on villain!Lex never fails to piss me off. One more unpopular opinion - I can't stand Lex's scene with Clark in the finale. Like, I genuinely hate it.

song i associate with them - Crashed by Daughtry (doubles as the Clex song)

favorite picture of them - I lost my pictures folder, so have a gif instead! It's so typically Lex, I can't help but love it.

[thewordworrier]

You Kiss Me In A Way That's Gonna Screw Me Up Forever

Shelly muses about one of her favourite forms of affection.

Word Count: 4,746 words. Warnings: mentions pregnancies, babies, children, alludes to adult activities, but it's more a fluffy, reflection piece. Notes: ~ Title from "Suburban Legends" by Taylor Swift. ~ Inspired by @aug-kissed prompt post here. I don't really think it counts as a submission so to speak, but the prompt post inspired it all. ~ This is a piece in the same vein as ‘Til You Sometimes Come And Tug My Sweater

Finally, and more importantly; I'm gonna dedicate this to my fantastic wife @robinruns - I might've ruined her a bit with the last piece so hopefully this makes up for a bit. Plus, today is her birthday and she's my biggest cheerleader AND MY WIFE so I can't think of anything better than dedicating a sappy fluff piece about her OTP to her <3

~~~

Their first kiss was backstage at Warped Tour. That was their first, proper, full on kiss. The first kiss that meant something. There had been kisses before that though, top of the head kisses and kisses on cheeks, but they had just been a little less meaningful, in the long run.

Shelly was very naturally affectionate. She was more openly affectionate with Frank; she kissed his cheek a lot, but she had been shy about doing the same with Gerard. Much to the vocalist’s disappointment. Still, she had kissed his cheek once or twice, normally as part of a thank you or congratulatory hug. Gerard might’ve kissed her cheek back - especially on her birthday. He’d probably kissed the top of her head once or twice before their first kiss - he liked to do that if he had been hugging her to comfort her; he would bury his nose in her hair and kiss the top of her head as she buried her face in whatever t-shirt he had been wearing. He was pretty certain she’d kissed him goodnight once - kissed his forehead that is. But he’d been so incredibly tired or unwell that day, he couldn’t remember fully.

Before the kiss at Warped Tour, Shelly blew kisses to the whole band all of the time. It was cute and she was never afraid of doing that. They were never afraid of catching the kiss and putting the caught kiss to their chest. And every member of MyChem felt that way; none of them hesitated when it came to catching and returning that affection.

To be honest, even after the Warped Tour kiss, she still kept blowing kisses to the whole band. Even Gerard, because she had to keep up appearances after all. At least while they were still keeping themselves to themselves. They just had to sneak kisses when they could, which… Wasn’t totally difficult with the amount of time Shelly spent doing paperwork in the back office of their bus. When they weren’t on the bus however, it was a little more difficult. It was easy enough for them to not be around when the others were doing sound check - Gerard wasn’t often needed all the time and Shelly could say that she was on calls. They still had to be super aware of Other People, and that’s what Shelly was nervous about. She didn’t mind if the others caught them. And neither did Gerard, really. To be honest, he didn’t mind if anyone caught them - he was proud to be with her. But, he understood that she was nervous about telling the public, and he completely understood her reasons why; they’d talked about it a few times after all. He was more than happy to go at her pace for that.

Besides, the whole ‘sneaking around thing’ could be really hot. He just had to make sure that she didn’t leave any lipstick or lipgloss marks on his face. Or his neck. Or anywhere she might’ve kissed him. That someone else could see, that is. It was okay if it was going to be hidden. Later on, when everybody knew, neither of them minded very much if there had been evidence of them kissing. Shelly didn’t mind if it was obvious she’d reapplied her lipstick, and Gerard certainly didn’t mind if he had remnants on his check, his neck or even on his own lips. He would try and look presentable, of course, but if he missed a bit, it really wasn’t the end of the world. And when they were touring during ProRev, he was less inclined to wipe it off, so there were periods of time where Gerard was walking around with an almost fully intact lipstick mark peeking out from his neckline or something. And Shelly couldn’t even find it in herself to be mad about it. If anything, it felt… Nice to not be so secretive or shy about being affectionate with her partner. It was nice to be a bit obvious about it for once. Even if it was only for this part of the tour.

When they finally confessed to the rest of the band, and actually, once they were comfortable telling the rest of the world, Gerard found himself falling into a habit of holding her hand, as often as he could. He would squeeze her hand gently if he felt she needed a little bit of a reassurance boost. That would always get a small smile from her. If he felt like she needed a bigger boost, he would kiss the back of her hand. This action would almost always, nine out of ten times, earn him a sweet little giggle. And a little blush would appear on her face. She absolutely loved it when he did that; pressing his lips against each of her knuckles in turn before then kissing the back of her hand. It made her absolutely swoon. It didn’t help that he looked like an absolute dreamboat, an actual heartthrob; he looked like he could be in a boyband. A musician who’d be on the posters that adorned the bedroom walls of teenage girls. Teenage girls who would, if they were anything like Shelly when she was younger with her posters of Jon Bon Jovi, would kiss those posters goodnight sometimes. Or blow kisses to them at least.

And he was hers. He was hers to cover in lipstick marks and lipgloss kisses and, a little later on, he was hers to cover in hickies.

He definitely didn’t complain about her doing that. If anything, he loved it when she locked the door behind them, backed him up until he was forced to sit on the edge of a bed so she could climb into his lap, straddle his legs to start marking him up. She always ended up with her fingers in his hair and god Gerard was weak for that, for her. She could do whatever she wanted to him and he did not mind in the slightest. He’d later go on to flash a hickey she’d left on his waistline during one of the Black Parade shows. Actually, he was certain it was during ProRev, as he had acted… Well, Lux had called it slutty, Frank had said that Gerard had been “in heat,” before adding with a grin, “isn’t that Shelly’s job?” He’d nearly gotten smacked for that.

Gerard had seen Shelly’s reaction, actually, when he’d been acting like that, teasingly showing off that mark. At first she’d looked incredibly embarrassed, but, after Gerard had glanced between his woman and some other reactions, that had almost spurred Shelly on a bit, and when he finally got her alone later on, he was more than willing to let her add a new mark to his current collection. That had been the plan anyway, so he had been incredibly surprised when she’d encouraged him to make his mark. It would’ve been incredibly rude for him to refuse the request of his lady though, and he’d said so, which had made Shelly giggle.

As hot as the hickies were, as wobbly as her knees went when he kissed her - when he really kissed her; his arm around her waist holding her tightly up against him, a hand either cupping her cheek or cradling the back of her head - it was like he could never get close enough… As knee wobbling wonderful as those kisses were, nothing really beat the explosions of butterflies and feelings that were created when he kissed the back of her hand.

This hand-kissing habit was not something that he ever dropped or lost. If anything, the longer they were together, the braver he was with it. He’d grab her hand as soon as possible and immediately kiss the back of it, like when he got off stage for the night when she was waiting for them. He liked to wrap an arm around her shoulders and press a kiss to the side of her face when he’d finished a show, but she didn’t always let him do that because sometimes he was a bit sweaty. So he would just stop at grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Instead of doing that and then pulling her to him.

He’d kiss her hand when she would rest her hand on his shoulder when she stood behind him when he was seated. If he got the chance, he would kiss her hand. Sometimes he would kiss her palm, and that definitely always got a giggle from her.

During ProRev, he would make a point of hugging her or kissing her when he knew that certain people were around. He tried to be sure that he was sometimes dramatically affectionate so that it was obvious that he was being affectionate, so that it was obvious who he was with. Not as dramatic as Frank would be, but Gerard was in his own quiet way. But he was always holding her hand and he would often lift her hand to kiss the back of it, just for the sake of it. The affectionate action could’ve been seen as absentminded, almost, by an onlooker. If it had been during any other time, it would’ve been… Gentler so to speak. But, during ProRev he was definitely more affectionately aggressive. Although, he knew that Shelly was a little shy about too many public displays of affection, so he didn’t go too hard with it. He did really like grabbing her to pull her close to kiss her though.

The older they got, and the longer they were together, the more comfortable they both got kissing a bit more in public. Especially as their relationship progressed - if the rest of the band thought they were bad once they were engaged, once they’d gotten married they were even worse. Gerard would hold out his hand for Shelly to take with a “my lady wife” - and he’d kiss the back of her hand when she took it so he could help her to her feet.

He did this a lot more when she was pregnant, and that brought along a new kind of kiss - baby bump kisses. And Shelly loved those. Over the clothing kisses were nice but the lip to skin baby bump kisses were the best. He spent her whole pregnancy (all of her pregnancies!) kissing her bump - he didn’t restrict himself to a single trimester or anything. From the moment she told him that she was expecting, even if she wasn’t showing, he would be very affectionate with her stomach.

Gerard found himself being cautious (but consistent) with how affectionate and protective he was with her and her body; not just with her first pregnancy, but with all of them. It might’ve made sense if he had just been cautious with their first, but… Nope. It turned out that he was protective and affectionate every time she got pregnant.

He was mostly affectionate with her stomach in private, especially if they hadn’t told everyone/anyone yet, but a little more protective publicly. He wouldn’t kiss her stomach in public, he’d save that for when they were alone together. In public, he would constantly position himself between her and anything or anyone else, or he’d rest his hand on her stomach. As she got bigger, he’d stand behind her and hold her bump for a bit and that would always get him many brownie points. But, he’d do it even if it didn’t - this was his wife after all.

The most “public” he got with kissing her belly (kissing over her clothes at least) was when they were on the bus with the rest of the band, or surrounded by the band after they knew. When it was just them though? He would lift her clothes to kiss her skin all the time. He’d almost always be kissing or touching on her, and she never seemed to mind too much. Especially not when the baby started moving more; if the baby kicked when Gerard was kissing her skin - it was like the baby was (gently) kicking him in the face. And Shelly found that incredibly amusing. Gerard didn’t, every time, but sometimes it was funny. It was definitely funny to Shelly, when she was pregnant with their son (though they didn’t know the gender at the time), that one of the first kicks Gerard felt was essentially to the face.

“Huh!” Gerard had murmured as he gently rubbed his face where he’d been kicked. “I don’t think this baby likes me very much!”

Shelly had just giggled and stroked where she felt the baby moving. “Mm, maybe we’re having a boy, and he’s not happy that you’re getting too close to his mama.”

Gerard pouted. “But you’re my wife! I was here first!”

“Oh psh,” she leant up to kiss away his pout. “You have Melody, we know she’s a daddy’s girl. Let me have a mama’s boy!”

“Hmn!”

“You know you’ll always have the majority of my heart,” Shelly nuzzled him. “But you have to share with the children, and then the rest of the family. But let me have a child who’s favourite is mama.”

“Oh love,” Gerard snuggled with her. “Melody would rather have you instead of me most of the time.”

“She’s such a daddy’s girl though,” Shelly hummed as he stroked her belly. “And I don’t mind, I love that for her. I love that she's getting what I didn’t.”

Gerard held Shelly tighter and buried his nose in her hair, kissing the top of her head. “You didn’t need him, love. You grew up just fine.”

Shelly hummed. “I did have my grandfather after all.”

“Mm hm! And he helped you grow up more than fine,” Gerard kissed her forehead. “You grew up perfectly.”

That was another type of kiss that Shelly loved - the forehead kiss. The forehead kiss made her absolutely melt. She was incredibly fortunate that she was as short as she was, and that her band family were all taller than her. Because it meant that they would often give her a little forehead kiss as a quick and easy way to show her some affection. Either that, or a top of the head kiss, but they tended to opt for the forehead kiss nine times out of ten. And she appreciated that, especially if she had put a bit more effort into her make-up that day. She’d rather head a forehead kiss than a cheek kiss if she had a full face of make-up. (She was always more than happy to have Gerard kiss her make-up off of her later in the evening though.)

Some of her favourite photos from their wedding day was actually a series of forehead kisses; her grandmother kissing her forehead before lowering her veil in the bridal room before the ceremony, her grandfather kissing her forehead before handing her off to her mother, her mother kissing her forehead at the end of the aisle after lifting the veil for her before she passed her off to Gerard. Finally, there was a photo of Gerard kissing her forehead as they were dancing later on that evening.

Her favourite forehead kiss though, was the one she received early one November morning, in their bedroom, on their bed, having just given birth to their first child - their daughter Melody.

As soon as the baby had been put in her arms, the midwives and her mother had left them alone. Gerard returned to her side, settling close enough to wrap and arm around her to hold them both close. He’d then pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, and Shelly was sure that she’d heard his voice catch in his throat when he next spoke to her.

Actually, he’d done something similar after the birth of each of their children. He’d been so gentle and tender with the babies, and with her especially. When it came to their second and third, she was surprised that he still seemed so… In awe. Of how small their children were, of the babies in general, of her and what she’d just gone through. Like it was their first all over again. But, much like with their oldest, each one of their children’s first kiss was a tiny little smooch to the top of their tiny little heads. Because kissing the top of their heads was the safest part of them for some time, and Shelly and Gerard were both so protective of their children. But as soon as it was safe to kiss them properly - smooches. Smooches galore. And not just from their parents.

Shelly made sure to give her children as many forehead kisses as she could as they grew; there were stages where they almost grew out of being snuggly with their mom, but then they’d fall back into it, a bit, quite quickly. Probably because they all saw how affectionate mom was with dad, and how affectionate dad was with mom - and then how freely all their aunts and uncles gave out their affection; to each other, to their (the kids’) parents, and more importantly, to the kids themselves. They quickly learnt that their closest adults were happy to exchange affection, even at their older ages, so it must be okay to be like that younger, too. They learnt that it was just mom and dad who were so relaxed and happy expressing their feelings like that, that it was their whole family, so it must be okay.

That’s why it delighted Shelly when her kids kissed her goodnight. There did come a point where they got too big to be tucked in, much to her disappointment, so when the kids went up to bed first, most of the time they’d go and kiss the top of their mother’s head, or sneak in a hug before heading upstairs. Gerard loved seeing Shelly light up when they did that as they got older. If the kids were going out without their mom, the family without one of them in general, the family would always do, at minimum, hugs goodbye. Kisses between the parents, obviously, but they didn’t force the kids to kiss, ever. They didn’t force them to hug either, really, but they were always more than willing to. Especially when it came to their mother.

Gerard was always willing to hug his wife. Hug her hello, goodbye, good morning or good night. He was definitely always more than willing to kiss his wife for any reason. He would always kiss her goodbye (or ‘see you later’) - always. Even if it took him a few extra minutes to do so. Not kissing her goodbye, not saying ‘I love you’ before leaving was not an option. He would go out of his way to do it. There wasn’t a single scenario in which he would ever, ever NOT kiss his wife goodbye. Or his children, once they had them. Mildly neglecting his wife like that was not something he wanted to do. Plus, and it was a little morbid, he sometimes worried. He wanted to make sure that, if something bad happened, a hug, a kiss and a ‘I love you’ would be his last words and actions for his family.

They never went to bed angry for similar reasons. On the other hand, Gerard and Shelly didn’t really argue too much anyway. They got annoyed with each other, sure. Of course they did. Shelly could be hormonal, Gerard could get tired, and that was before babies. When they had children, they both ended up a little frayed at the edges sometimes - that was normal. But they both made a point to not stay grumpy with each other (and definitely not the children) for long. Most certainly not overnight. They tried to keep that negativity out of bedrooms so everyone went to bed happy and feeling loved and okay. Everyone always went to bed with hugs and goodnight kisses.

Goodnight kisses were some of Gerard’s favourites, actually. Regarding his woman anyway. He loved being able to snuggle up with Shelly, or have her snuggle against him before giving her a little goodnight kiss. If she snuggled up to him, that kiss would start as a forehead kiss, or a top of the head kiss, and when she would (inevitably) tilt her face up a little bit, he’d kiss the tip of her nose and then he would always end up kissing her lips.

It was always a proper, deep kiss full of love. Sometimes it was a sleepy kiss; because sometimes she was tired, especially once they had kids. Sometimes it ended up a bit more hurried, because most of the time they just couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. And when they ended up kissing like that, the majority of the time, that would… Progress. It didn’t normally stop at just a kiss goodnight. Especially during the times before they had kids; while they were partners, then engaged, and then husband and wife. Gerard couldn’t help it; he could barely keep his hands off of her, he could never quite believe that she was his. And that feeling intensified as their relationship “levelled up.” After they got married, he would regularly just stare at her, and when she questioned him, he’d just mummer “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

She’d never complain though - about the staring, because she was guilty of that too. She couldn’t quite believe he was hers either most of the time. And she wouldn’t complain about the kiss progression either. Especially not if they started spooning. He’d press kisses to her shoulder and her neck before shifting her onto her back so he could do that better, so he could reach more of her skin - because even in the winter she rarely wore full coverage pyjamas. Much to his utter delight. If she reacted favourably, which she did more often than not, and if he felt like being patient, he would take the time to move the shoulder straps to kiss at skin, or to lift the hem of her top to press kisses to anything that was then exposed. He wouldn’t always work on undressing her right away.

And even when he did strip her of whether she was wearing, he still normally took his time to kiss all her favourite spots, and all the spots he favoured too - much to her annoyance, because he was so slow and deliberate about it. And he lingered on his favourite locations a little more than hers, if only because when he kissed the areas he liked the most, she would normally giggle and squirm instead and wriggle and moan. He’d get there eventually, of course he would. And he would always plan on teasing her more than he did, he always planned on really taking his time, leaving trails of nips and kisses down her body. But if she was impatient, then he was worse - he was just always so eager to hear all that praise that he knew would fall out of her mouth - because she would always say that he was so good with what he did with his.

He could behave with his kisses! Of course he could - he wasn’t kissing her in a frisky fashion in public after all. He didn’t kiss her like he was going to pin her against the wall on their wedding day in front of all their friends and family.

That kiss, the one on their wedding day, had been very reminiscent of their first kiss, actually. The main exception had been that they were being watched on their wedding day, and hadn’t been when they kissed the first time. On the other hand, much like their first kiss, the kiss on their wedding day was also kinda an anticipated one.

Their first kiss had been anticipated because the whole darn band, and even Shelly’s family to an extent, knew how they felt about each other and, while her family knew not to push her too hard (she was a little bit stubborn after all), the band had been working on the pair of them to get them to talk to each other about their feelings. Their wedding day kiss - well, that’s the thing you wait for on a wedding day, isn’t it? You want to see the bride and groom tie the knot and seal it with a kiss like that.

Much like their first kiss, Gerard had tucked her hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek in his hand. Much like their first kiss, Shelly had giggled a little and looked up at him with such obvious hearts in her eyes, Gerard had been surprised that he hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said, only loud enough for her to hear.

She just beamed, and spoke in a similar volume. “Any time you want.”

His fingertips brushed against her cheek as he hooked them under her chin to carefully tilt her face up so he could lean down and kiss her. Their first kiss as husband and wife! He knew he had to behave with it; her mom, grandmother and grandfather were literally a few feet away from them after all, as were his parents. So he had to be good. Until he got her behind closed doors anyway. But that would have to wait.

Of course, there had been some ‘kiss for the camera’ chances after the ceremony when they’d stepped away to get some bride and groom photos. But those were similar to the little pecks he later got in during their first dance; on her forehead, on the tip of her nose, on her cheeks, and of course, pecks on her lips.

Once the photographer had left to give them some quiet time, just to get a chance to talk to each other for a bit, to be alone properly for the first time all day. Some time just for them; as literally just married husband and wife before they rejoined their guests for the reception.

Gerard shut the door behind him and turned to find his wife (!!!) just… Staring at him, her hands clasped in front of her. When she noticed him looking at her, she beamed at him, shining brighter than the sun had been doing that day. He grinned back at her happily before crossing the room and taking her in his arms, wrapping her in a tight hug as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh my god,” Shelly murmured, repeating it softly a few times until he kissed her forehead.

He smiled when she sighed happily. “Better?”

“Mm hm,” she hummed, tilting her face up to nuzzle against him a bit.

“That stop all the noise and commotion?” He asked, keeping one arm around her waist, using his other hand to brush some hair away from the face.

“You know it did.”

“Good,” he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Shelly giggled and leant up a bit to kiss him properly.

“Mm,” Gerard held her tightly for a moment. “Your make-up.”

“I’ll fix it after,” she slid her hands up his chest. “Can you please just kiss me properly?”

He hummed a little bit and nuzzled her. “Hmn. Well, I don’t know if you’re going to want to do that as much. You’re stuck with the same kisses or the rest of your life. You don’t wanna wear them out. You’ll get bored.”

“Gerard,” she moved back enough to be able to look at him. “I’ve been ruined for other people since we kissed backstage for the first time that summer. I want to only kiss you for the rest of my life.”

“Are you sure?” He nibbled his bottom lip for a moment. “It’s not too late to change your mind, really.”

“Gerard Arthur Way!”

He swallowed and chuckled nervously. “I’ll take that as a -”

“I’m very sure, thank you very much!” She put her hands on her hips, almost glaring at him for a moment before her expression softened and her arms dropped to her sides. “Unless -”

“Don’t even think about saying it,” he interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say. “I am not changing my mind.”

“Well! Neither am I!” Shelly smiled at him before grabbing his tie. “Now, Mr. Way…”

Gerard grinned as she tugged him towards her a bit. 

“Your wife demands a kiss.”

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Hiii! I'm wondering what was the reason you ship tobecky? What moment did you feel that "oh yeah this is my otp!

Hello! Thank you for the ask!! (^.^)

Oh boy, okay then, strap yourselves. Call me Captain Tangent because I'm going to take too long getting to the point, but yippee!!

Alright, first is the context before the context. I watched Wordgirl during the original shorts that were between Maya and Miguel since I was a PBS kid (cable was inconsistent). During that time, I watched it up until season 4, when I dropped off in favor of other stuff. From that time, I do remember that I wasn't a Tobey x Wordgirl(Becky) fan. Instead, Tobey's crush on Wordgirl flew over my small head, and I was a Scoops and Becky truther because apparently, I recognized Becky's crush on Scoops more. (I didn't know what shipping was exactly. All I knew was that I liked to pair characters up in my head or be invested in romantic tension. EXs: Robin and Starfire in OG Teen Titans, Tiana and Naveen, ...Pleakley and Jumba...)

When about season 4 started, I didn't try to see what the show was up to until after the Miss Power special, where I curiously searched up Wordgirl on the family computer to see what happened. There then I found SuperstarWordgirl's art and amvs about Tobecky. Remember, I forgot about Tobey's crush, so I was just confused about why people wanted to see them smoochy kiss (I was like: "What?? Doesn't he dislike her? And she has the other boy??")

I was puzzled and embarrassed seeing shipping amvs, so I left it alone, only searching it up a bit on ff.net because I used it for mlp fics, and yup still was confused so I didn't hear of Wordgirl by then.

--Then, my mind broke in 2016. With animated movies like Zootopia and Finding Dory, I started to develop fixations beyond MLP and lurk into fandoms where I discovered Tumblr. (I was in the mlp fandom before, but I wasn't overtly active or multifandom yet, and was still a kid, so I was in very much danger and scarred for life to the point of my development but that's for another day--). Later that year, with the release of Sing, I really kicked into gears of wanting to make stuff/make friends with similar interests. Yada Yada, eventually over a year with being on Tumblr, I started to see posts about childhood nostalgia, and the PBS ones caught my eyes. Wordgirl was a big one, and superhero stories were getting interesting for me again, so I nodded and respected it. BUT THEN I SAW A POST SAYING THAT there was a canonical gay couple in Wordgirl, and I ran straight to the tag--look I was invested highly into gay shit so once I heard about it...in a PBS show? In my childhood show? I was like, OKAY, LET'S HEAR IT OUT.

And yes indeed, to whom that post was referring to...was TJ and Johnson... (What I didn't know, that was just when Liz confirmed stuff on tumblr for the last season like two years ago), BUT REGARDLESS, I GOT INVESTED BECAUSE GAY PPL REAL!! So yes, guys. You technically have Tjohnson to thank for getting me into the fandom and, yes, eventually to ship Tobecky.

Getting into the Wordgirl tag, I was very excited and comforted by all the art and tight-knit unity the fandom had. Headcanons, fan arts, and crossovers with stuff like other PBS shows or Captain Underpants, it really put me in a place of whimsy at the time. (remembered I was in places like the brony fandom, so by comparison, i was safe) and I was in the starting phases of high school too, so yep, seeing nostalgic wonderful art did my brain good. My fixation of animated movies waned, and I dipped deeply into Wordgirl, other cartoons, and video games. Because I was lurking in the Wordgirl tag, it wouldn't take long to see Tobecky again, along with other ships. Then it finally dawned on me after seeing clips posted that Tobey definitely had a crush on Wordgirl. And well...I'm a sucker for anything romance and especially since I missed that detail before so I went on YouTube for more clips. This was before the resurgences of ppl posting Wordgirl stuff, so I then went to deviantart for answers and got obsessed with this one artist on their Tobecky art. Like I didn't ship it yet, but I liked it. Eventually, after a few weeks on the Wordgirl tag, I kicked the bucket and watched the full show (I actually watched it through a tumblr masterpost link AHH THE MEMORIES) but regardless, after watching everything, yup....it became a hyper fixation. But what about Tobecky? So, I mentioned before that it wasn't until re-watching the four seasons again and seeing for the first time the other seasons that started to ship tobecky. Specifically, Have You Seen The Remote. I was already a bit intrigued since the first episode (because I like for one-sided infatuation relationships), but the whole thing with Tobey trying to say how much he and Wordgirl could get along and how they're similar in some ways...he was trying to convince her on their potential chemistry; but all he did was convince me lmao.

I liked their dynamic that wasn't just romantic, too, and i stewed on it for a bit and reached the conclusion like I did with Tjohnson. That yes....shipping time. I made it to the last Tobey episode, and it just confirmed deeply that out of any other woodview school character that I liked her best with Tobey (the note dude, the note was my roman empire, similar to the scene of TJ getting bashful over Johnson complementing him in what would Wordgirl do). I was critical of the ship itself, especially after catching up with it's fandom lore and it did kinda made feel a tad guilty, but at this point I've made peace that I can like this ship but also talk shit because of my love for it (you can be analytic guys it ain't gonna kill you, but also be respectful and don't bully others).

Becky is my favorite character, and Tobey is my favorite character to analyze, so match made in haven, I suppose. Plus, i liked my spin on them in a timeskip setting, and AHH-- (*Future AU happens*). The fics only made it worse by how Tobecky began to infest my brain. Shout out to Something Hidden. Yeah, also, as I mentioned, after finishing up Wordgirl, that's when I really started to break out of my shell in the fandom and express my ideas and care for Tjohnson and Tobecky. I have never been sane since...