#sorry for the pun I just can’t help myself

[palfriendpatine66]

Ok I've got a NSFW headcanons for you if it strikes your fancy, nw if not :) Anakin discovers Obi-Wan is a werewolf/werebear/were something big and predatory and he is INTO it. Dealer's choice if Anakin is human or also a shapeshifter

Hello. Hi. Yes. This strikes my fancy, I just had to get back to the right mindset for it. Take a couple extra sentences to make up for the wait.

“I know what you must think,” Obi-Wan began haltingly, “and I don’t blame you — not for one second,” he continued, his eyes never leaving Anakin’s shellshocked face, his palms held up in a gesture of calm and surrender. “But, at this point, well, I thought you should know,” his voice dropped down to a desperate plea, asking for a forgiveness and understanding he didn’t deserve.

For a long time Anakin did nothing but suck shaky breaths in and out, his lush lips parted in surprise, every raspy, uneven exhale as audible to Obi-Wan’s enhanced hearing as the rapid pounding of his racing heart.

“Can you…can you show me again,” Anakin breathes, his pupils blown wide - not in fear- Obi-Wan realizes as a rush of pheromones fills the air and he has to hold his breath against the suddenly scent of arousal so potent he can practically taste it.

“Are you sure that’s really what you want to see,” Obi-Wan’s growl reverberates in his chest as he stalks forward, not bothering to mask the predatory grace with which he moves, until he’s pressed up against Anakin’s hard cock, more than one kind of hunger awakened at the easy acceptance and appreciation of his true nature.

Anakin’s wondering stare is fixed on the eyes that Obi-Wan knows have shifted to a burning amber that reveal there is something more dangerous, wild, and untamed that lurks beneath his carefully cultivated, calm, just-your average-academic-exterior, and yet the younger man’s shaking, fragile, human, hand trails down brazenly until he grinds his palm roughly against Obi-Wan’s throbbing cock.

“No,” Anakin whispers, his fear mixing with excitement in a jittery, tempting blend. “I want you to show me how much of an animal you really are in bed.”

[Send an anon ask with a nsfw prompt or headcanon and I’ll answer with a 5 sentence ficlet]

[l0nelyish]

It‘s about that sandwich!

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

prompt: where you just can’t help but stun Natasha… and maybe get on her nerves? she doesn’t know which one it is.

nothin but pure fluff and nat being pouty af

lil bit of grumpy nat x sunshine reader if you squint.

3rd pov

„That‘s it.“, Wanda turned around, confused. Witnessing Natasha angry, sure thing. Witnessing her confused? never.

“What’s the matter with you, everything alright?”

Natasha huffed, pouting almost childlike. It’s so not like her to seem this openly frustrated, but she couldn’t care less. “Do I seem alright to you? No. This is the fifth time this month she’s been emptying one of the pbj ingredients before i could make one for myself.”, she dragged her eyes across the room, almost analyzing as in ‘hide and seek’. Where could you have been? And why do you have to steal ‘her’ ingredients? Natasha was bothered by you, yes. Extremely.

Wanda took another look at Natasha and chuckled: “Damn, does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich really have that much value to THE black widow? Oh my Lord.”

Natasha almost wanted to hit Wanda in the head with her slices of bread. It was really tempting, she had to admit. The witch shot her a knowing look, most likely hearing her thoughts. Again, the Russian woman huffed. Her temper was really not her strongest suit. Especially not after provoking it.

“It has a decent amount of value, thank you. What do you want me to say? ‘Oh my God! I can’t live without a pbj sandwich! Help me!’ ?”, Natasha shot her a glare, sarcasm being her best suited form of selfdefense. She truly is a witty woman.

On the other side of the kitchen aisle, Wanda tried her best not to fall into a laughing fit. Never has she ever seen Natasha this distressed, this fuzzy. And then, after really considering who they were discussing, she sent her friend a knowing smirk:

“Are you really this cranky about two bread slices or is it because of your ‘definitely not crush’ ?”

Natasha stared at her, eyes blown in shock: she got caught. Again. She usually wouldn’t let someone else read her this easily, but since this is you they’re talking about, and it’s Wanda she’s talking to, there really is no reason to facade it. Still, she tries to deny: “I told you a hundred times, I don’t like her! I can’t even stand her. I mean, she empties the food. What am I supposed to eat now?” So wrong. Even Natasha knows her whole act of trying to hate and blame you for everything is not working and it’s just her best shot at ignoring the rising feelings she’s got for you. But could anybody blame her, really? When you were this excited, extremely beautiful, empathetic and shiny human being?

You entered the kitchen, unaware of the ongoing dispute. Hot on your heels, you scanned the room and reacted to Natashas last sentence: “Did Steve forget the groceries? Are you hungry?”

And just like that, after merely 5 seconds, Natasha dreaded holding a grudge. Her whole demeanor snapped (no pun intended) and her eyes gazed almost neutrally into your warm gaze: “Someone emptied the whole peanut butter jar. And now I can’t make my dinner.”

Surprisingly, you sent her a goofy smile: “Oh! That must have been me, I’m extremely sorry, Tasha. I do have another half of my pbj sandwich left though, I was about to refrigerate it.”, you held up your plate. She gave it a look and panicked internally: were you really about to share your meal? As if gathering her freight, you again sent her a toothy smile and handed her the leftover half. “Enjoy!”, was all you stated, leaving both women standing around the kitchen isle. Plus the pbj sandwich, which Natasha stared at for longer than necessary. The corners of her mouth started to form a smile, which after some contemplation she insisted on not following through.

Wanda, who encountered the whole interaction, had a huge smirk on her face.

Natasha on the other hand, without having to look at her friends face, mentally face palmed herself for always getting so stuck up around you.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything… but enjoy your meal.”, with that, Wanda left a flushed Natasha stood in the compound’s kitchen.

The widow took another look at your, no her, plate. And after a year, she still can’t wrap her head around it:

What was she going to do about you?

[gatorbites-imagines]

Since you’re still doing thruples and polycules

Can you do more Dick x Reader x Wally please?

And if its not too much trouble can you make the reader a Thanagarian too? i.e:Hawgirl and Hawkman

Thanagarians are so cool and dont get enough attention

-thanks and lots of love as always

Dick Grayson x Wally West x Thanagarian male reader

Headcanons

Hi guys, how’s everyone doing? I haven’t been this tired in a while, and I feel myself spiraling almost daily when I get home from my internship, but I’m trying to cope. How’s everyone else’s week been? This also means I’m so tired I’ve been struggling to do anything but sleep when I get home, but I wanted to try writing again.

Sorry if this is a bit messy, im very tired.

In this story we are going with the hawkpeople we know, coming from space. Since that’s the origin I know, and I don’t know a whole lot about the whole ancient Egypt storyline.

There could be many different ways you came to earth and when, but lets assume its some time after Dick becomes Nightwing and Wally The Flash, since Thanagarians live for longer than humans.

Maybe you work alongside the titans, or with the justice league like Carter and Shayera, maybe you even work by yourself.

Perhaps you’re somewhat of a revel amongst your people, which is why you left. You figured out how to make wings and armor like others, and wanting to be yourself and make your own decisions, you left.

This would lead to you working alongside different heroes, but in this scenario, mostly Dick and Wally.

Dick and Wally would both already be dating when you show up, but they can’t deny you are pretty damn handsome, even if it takes months for them to see you without your helmet. It’s similar enough to Hawkman and Hawkwoman that your origin is obvious, but you stand out in your own ways.

I also see Wally sighing sadly when they learn the wings aren’t natural, and that they’re mechanical, since he wanted to help you preen your feathers for bonding reasons.

It takes a while for you to learn to trust them, and for them to trust you in return. But it happens, and with that comes feelings. I have a feeling Dick would start feeling attracted to you first, or rather hes the first to realize since hes so used to looking into himself and his feelings.

It would take Wally a while, and even longer to accept that what hes feeling for you is the same thing he feels for Dick.

Dick knows that his heart is big enough to love multiple people, hes just never acted on it. Wally on the other hand fears somehow hurting Dick, and that he will become a cheater or monster for these feelings.

As Dick and Wally spend way too long accepting their feelings and talking about them, you just kinda hang out. Maybe you’ve set up your own base in your own city, with your own gaggle of villains and allies.

You would have started feeling drawn to the two heroes as well, but its so clear that they’re dating that you take a step back, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes.

Being a hero of your own city with your own villains and allies, also means you will start having your own romance. Maybe its not an exact romance, but it could develop into one. Think like Bruce and Selina, or Clark and Lois.

Hearing you mention this budding romance during on of your hangouts makes Dick and Wally finally jump into gear, since they know the chance of wooing you and confessing is dwindling.

Cue the two putting their heads together as well as they can to somehow woo their winged wonder without scaring you away.

Insert Dick using the batcomputer and bat-archive to look up everything the bats know about thanagarians, wanting to see if theres anything specific in your culture they can do to woo you. If it gets really bad, Wally might even just end up asking hawkwoman and hawkman about it, getting the info right from the source.

Shayera and Carter think it’s cute, so they help where they can, acting as the perfect wingmen, pun intended.

You tolerate them most of the time, since you guys are the closest to family you have, you do get suspicious when they start helping around your city so you can spend more time with Wally and/or Dick.

In the end they woo you the earth way, since you express regularly how much you love earth and its people, and how creative they are. Being given flowers was strange to you. You hadn’t expected it, since you were a big tough warrior and all, but the flowers left you flustered.

After that success, the two kept going when they had time outside of patrol and their daily civilian lives, even if that involved just texting you every day. Wally had a much easier time visiting you almost daily with his speed, where Dick had to take not being able to see you always.

At some point the two finally muster up the courage to confess, probably after some dramatic situation or patrol, the good ol “we cant lose you because we love you” scenario.

First you think you have misheard them, until they both take the step and kiss you, one at a time. Your eyes just widen almost comically, your helmet askew and wings quivering.

Part of you wanted to fly away to curl up under your blankets to give yourself time to blush and sputter about this, as well as give time to think about your own feelings, but the two are just so bright and intense that you cant help but buckle.

The small romance you had budding with someone else in your city never mattered much, it was just a situation that developed into more, so you don’t feel guilt about starting to date them.

It was strange to date two guys at once. Part of you feared that you would be set aside or forgotten since Dick and Wally had dated for much longer, and had a much longer history before you even showed up.

Your boyfriends of course never allowed you to think that, both of them being very affectionate in their own ways, which was different compared to you, who could be colder and have a harder time expressing your feelings.

In the end, Wally doesn’t get to preen your wings like he had hoped, but he gets to polish them. He catches you doing that yourself one day, and he immediately jumps in, asking if he can do it instead.

Its also a bonus that you are shirtless when he has to do this, allowing your speedster time to gawk at your back for however long he wanted.

Dick does it too sometimes, but mostly leaves it to Wally since you guys know it brings him a lot of joy and satisfaction. Instead, Dick will polish your helmet and weapon if he’s feeling frisky. Its kinda like foreplay sometimes. And sometimes it’s just because he’s being nice.

And of course you take them out flying on the regular. Like yeah, they could fly in so many ways, but being carried in your arms is the best.

[arjwrites]

— Guess who's back with another request.....‼️‼️‼️

A fluff Castiel x Winchester!Reader where she helps Cas with his wings after a hunt please 😘😻 (I imagine them being dark, HUGE and MEGA soft and she goes like "Woah" (completely distracted for a moment))

Saving Grace- Castiel x GN!Reader

Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand. PART TWO HERE! Warnings: None! A/N: WELCOME BACK ANON! Sorry this took me a couple of days- for some reason I was really struggling to get Cas's character right here. I really wanted to do him justice for my loyal requester!!! A bit of context for this one- Cas is able to reveal a physical form of his wings if he chooses. All of the logistics of angel wings are pretty much made up. Good thing I view canon as more of a… rough suggestion! It’s right there in my bio, people. Have a little bit of suspension of belief for a few of the details!!!! Also- this doesn't quite make it to outright romantic territory- it felt to me like a buildup to something bigger in the future! Maybe I'll write a part 2 at some point, who knows... It had been a few hours since you had finished up the day’s hunt. Upon your return to the motel, Sam had instantly run out the door to the local library in search of a better wifi connection to research for the next case, while Dean had followed him into town to grab some supplies. This left you and Castiel, perched in your usual positions on opposite sides of the bed in your separate room. It was common for you and the angel to spend some quiet time together after a hunt- you both often found an unspoken comfort in each other���s simple presence. While you were leaned back, propped up with pillows and dialed into whatever was on TV, Cas held his usual stiff posture, but something seemed off about him. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, and every so often, he would shift in his seat and his whole body would tighten and cringe. You knew he had taken a few pretty serious blows during this hunt, but the fact that he let himself continue to hurt, rather than quickly healing himself, was concerning to you. Usually, this time spent together was silent, enjoying a moment of peace while you each lost yourself in your own thoughts. But after a few episodes and many stolen, worried glances, you felt you had to speak up.

“Cas, what’s wrong? It’s obvious you’re still hurting. Why haven’t you healed yourself?” 

“I’m fine. I just need to figure a few things out.” He continued to avoid your gaze, rising from the bed and pacing across the room to distance himself from you. 

“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.” Your level of concern forced you to cut right to the chase. 

Cas pondered this for a second. Could you really help him? Was it even okay for him to ask? Humans certainly hadn’t taken very well to an angel’s true form in the past… But that was a couple thousand years ago, and those humans hadn’t known what you know. If anyone could handle this, it was you. If he could trust anyone, it was you. And it was only his wings- just a sliver of his full form. But still, Cas was hesitant. This was unfamiliar territory for him. 

You watched from across the room as the wheels turned in his mind. His expression was pained, and it seemed like he was wrestling with a hard decision. As much as you wanted to close the gap between you, to comfort him, you knew the best thing to do was to give him his space. You were glad you did, because after a moment, his gaze rose from the floor, settled on you, and he opened his mouth to speak. 

“There’s something wrong with my wings. It’s blocking my grace and I can’t heal myself.” His expression was solemn and his tone direct. Clearly, he wasn’t happy to have to bring this up with you.  

“Your wings?” The mention of the most angelic part of your dear angel sent your heart aflutter (no pun intended). For the most part, Cas’s wings were out of sight, out of mind. Usually he was just the dorky man in a trench coat who just so happened to have some pretty crazy powers. But when you thought about his wings, the parts of him that were so divine and otherworldly, your cheeks burned scarlet. It was a reminder of just how different Cas was from you. 

“Yes. I might need you to… Inspect them. Figure out what is wrong and remove whatever is blocking my grace. I can’t heal myself, Sam, Dean, or you until it’s gone.”

You sucked in a sharp, full breath, your lungs holding tightly to the air for just a moment before slowly pushing it back out of you. 

“Okay. I can do that.” Why were you nervous? It was just Cas. You were just helping out a… friend. 

“It’s very… personal. This vessel you see isn’t really me, but my wings? That is as close as you can get to seeing my true form. I’m… not sure how you would react. It’s not something meant for human eyes. Not here on Earth, anyways. It might upset you or-” 

“If it means helping you, I’m sure I can handle it.” 

“Are you sure-” 

“Cas. Are you in pain?” 

He hesitated for a moment before conceding the truth. “Yes.” 

“Then let me help.”

Castiel sighed, his body tightening in a way that seemed like he was bracing himself. A terse “Alright” escaped his lips, and then the whole room shifted. 

There was no earthly way to describe the sight that unfurled before you. Castiel’s wings were dark, so dark they held no color or shine or reflection- just a void, deep, black nothingness. And yet, they almost glowed. There was some sort of aura that radiated off of them, just as dark as the wings themselves yet tinged ever so slightly blue. It must have been his grace. The aura wrapped around the perimeter of each wing and hugged each individual feather, defining them just enough so you could barely distinguish one from another. Somehow, his wings were dark and light and everything in between- you had never seen anything like it. Cas was right- it was hard to wrap your head around it. You reached down to grasp the surface you were sitting on, half to ground yourself in the moment to believe what you were seeing, and half to make sure you didn’t jump right up to inspect his wings closer. You knew this was hard for poor Castiel- your greatest fear was making him uncomfortable.

“Wow, Cas,” was all you could say. You were completely entranced, absolutely at a loss. It took everything in you not to burst into tears- he was definitely right. This was not a sight for just any human to see. He started to shift underneath your gaze, each movement triggering his wings to follow in a parallel movement. He looked uncomfortable. Gathering your composure, you rose to your feet. It was just Cas, the same Cas you’ve known all along. As nervous as his wings made you feel, you knew he was just as nervous, so you pushed yourself to help him feel at ease. 

“Okay. How do you want me to do this?”

“You can touch them. See if you notice anything that doesn’t look like it should be there.” 

Touch them. Just the thought sent another jolt of electricity through your body. Touching Cas’s wings? He was asking you to touch his wings. There was no stopping the thoughts racing into your mind- How would they feel? How would it make Cas feel? How would it make you feel?

Pushing the worries aside, you crossed over to Cas. Mid-step, your gaze grabbed on to the angel’s and wouldn’t let go. As you inched closer, you were less and less inclined to look away. Because once you did, you knew you would be face to face in the task at hand.

It’s not that you didn’t want to look at Cas’s wings. They were the most beautiful, ethereal things you had ever seen. They just made you so nervous. For the first time since knowing Cas, it truly registered to you- he was an angel, a heavenly creature, so powerful and beautiful that even this small glimpse of his true form had you weak in the knees. But beyond being just an angel, he was a teammate, a friend, and to you, something far more. All you wanted to do was take his pain away.

Finally, your eyes were forced to stray from the angel’s as your feet led you behind him, ducking under his left wing and settling yourself square between them. There was a physical sensation radiating off of them- a warm, low buzz that made your whole body tingle. 

“One more thing.” Cas’s voice stepped in to break what felt like an age-long silence. 

“Yes?” You whispered.

“It will be a bit… sensitive. Please be gentle.” 

“Of course, Cas.” 

And so you were. With the softest touch you could muster up, you reached out and made contact with his right wing, settling your fingers amongst the feathers. You felt Cas’s body shudder underneath your touch, but his low voice mumbled that all was well, to carry on. So you did.

For nearly thirty minutes, your fingers worked through the wings. Touching them was like weaving your hands through silk, sifting through layer upon layer. The feathers were so light and delicate that they almost felt like nothing at all, and the way they kissed your skin was without a doubt the most beautiful sensation you had ever experienced.

Your hands zoned into their task, sifting through the wings to remove all of the debris leftover from the day’s hunt. Cas spoke to you as you worked, teaching you about their anatomy, their capabilities, and everything else. You listened intently, fascinated by this intimate insight, but you weren’t sure if he was speaking with the pure intention of teaching you or simply to distract himself from the feeling of what was going on behind him. Every so often, his voice wavered or his back pulled away, and in response, you would stall your hands, giving him a moment to adjust. 

The process was long and tedious, but you took the liberty of enjoying every second of it. Watching the ripple of the feathers beneath your fingers, the way your hands seemed to disappear as they bobbed in and out, eventually you dropped the last piece of shrapnel into the empty box you had been using to collect it all. 

“There. All done. Is that… any better?” 

Cas didn’t vocalize a response, but your question was answered when his entire form shone with the familiar blue glow of his grace. And when the glow subsided, his wings were tucked away yet again, leaving behind his unadorned trenchcoated vessel. He turned to you with a face of gentle features. 

“Thank you,” was all he could express in his low timbre. It seemed as though every trace of worry had melted away, and everything about Cas’s presence had softened. But if you hadn’t been completely sure of his newfound comfort and ease, the angel confirmed it when he took a long stride closer, halving the distance that had served as the buffer between you.

“Thank you for trusting me to do that,” you breathed through a slight daze, both lingering from the experience and sparked anew from his rapidly increasing proximity. 

“There is no one else I trust as much as you.” Now he was merely inches away, hovering closer to you than he ever had been before. Here you froze, both sinking into the feeling, until the magnetism that emanated off of him grew to be too much. Just as you took the leap of faith to close the gap, you were interrupted by the crash of the front door flying open. You jerked backwards on instinct, reinstating the safe buffer space. 

In strode Sam and Dean, oblivious as ever. Stopped just inside the doorframe, and in complete unison, the brothers tilted their heads in confusion.

Gesturing between the two of you, Dean spoke. “Hey. We interrupting something?”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

You’re My True Love- Damon Albarn

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summary: your best friend damon confesses to you out of nowhere to which you sort of panic about. after not speaking for weeks, you finally realize how you truly feel about him.

lowercase intended

warnings: none (at least i don’t think)

a/n: i’ve had this idea sitting in my notes app but now i’ve finally written it 🙏 once again i wrote this at 3am and proof read it at 5am so pls bare with me

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damon albarn. a very unforgettable name. the name of my best friend. we’ve been best friends since high school and life has only brought us closer. our love for music is what bonded us in the first place, so it makes sense that he’d start his own band named blur. i’ve been his number one supporter since day one. we’re like two peas in a pod. but maybe damon wanted to be more. i finished the last touches to my outfit, smiling at myself in the mirror when i decided i looked good. damon asked to hang out today, saying he needed to tell me something. i figure it’s about his band like how his usual news would be. i grab my keys and head out my door, making sure it’s locked before leaving my apartment building. getting into my crappy old car and driving to the meeting spot felt like a blur (no pun intended) since i arrived quickly.

i see damon’s figure sitting at a table outside this cafe we always go to, sipping what i assume is tea. i get out my car, quietly walking up behind him to surprise him. i place my hands over his eyes, causing him to jump at the sudden touch.

“hey you.” i say.

“hello, y/n. figured that was you.” he chuckled, turning his head to look at me.

“ordered already?” i ask while sitting down across from him.

“just this tea, i’m waiting for you.”

“such a gentleman.” i giggle.

i pick up the menu and scan the lunch options, finally landing on getting a simple blt.

“so anything new with the band? is that what you called me here for?”

“uh, not exactly.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

i raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“did something bad happen? are you okay?”

“yes, i’m okay. it’s nothing bad. well, it just depends on how you feel about it.”

“oh come on dames, spit it out already. can’t keep a girl waiting.” i joke.

“i’m in love with you.”

my smile immediately falls and i sit there process his words. in love with me? he stared back at me, thinking on how he wants to bash his head in at his confession that he knew he should’ve kept secret.

“y/n…?” he whispers, trying to catch my attention.

i was zoned out at this point, trying to look back at memories of us and assume when his love for me started.

“you’re in love with me?”

“yeah, i am. i-i’m sorry, i know it’s weird for me to feel this way but i can’t help it. you just complete me perfectly.”

i stay silent again, still dissecting his words. i lightly tremble at his words, not knowing how to react.

“i have a boyfriend, damon.”

“that’s exactly why i didn’t want to confess. but my love for you has grown so much recently and i needed to tell you before we leave for tour.”

“stop saying that word.”

“what word?”

“love.”

a look of heartbreak flashed across his face, sitting back in his seat to look at me.

“i-i gotta go. i can’t do this right now.” i suddenly spoke up.

i was quick to scoot out my chair and book it to my car, leaving a hollering damon behind. i heard him call out my name but i ignored him. i shakily opened my car door, stumbling inside. i even dropped my eyes onto the floor as i tried to start the car, my nerves at an all time high. i sped out the parking lot and on my way back home, leaving my seatbelt off. i don’t even know why i did that, i regret doing that. it was all just so sudden, he didn’t even sugarcoat it. my best friend is in love with me. what the fuck?

it’s been a few weeks since the whole scene happened. i’ve tried to ring damon and apologize but he never picked up. i even tried stopping by his place but he was never home when i came. it was 5pm as i sat in my apartment’s kitchen, sipping my tea while reading some book my cousin suggested to me. i was paying no attention to the man i called my boyfriend who was causing a ruckus. he came over to go out but i informed him that i’d rather stay in, something he was against. after trying to convince me to go out and me saying ‘no’ every time, he finally gave in and stayed in with me. but with him being the type of guy to pick out every flaw he saw, he ran around my apartment and rearranged things. he claimed his “interior designer” side was coming out.

i was quite annoyed to say the least, just wanting to relax today but now dealing with an idiot ruining my decor. i don’t understand why i was putting up with him anyways, i could easily kick him out. suddenly, the phone rang which caused me to jump and slightly choke on my tea. i coughed as i head towards the phone, hoping to beat my boyfriend in grabbing it.

“hello?” i speak out, voice cracking a bit.

“hey y/n, it’s me graham.”

“oh hello! what’s up?”

“who’s that?” my boyfriend comes storming into the living room.

“my friend.” i whisper, covering the microphone.

“which friend?”

“can you go away, i’m trying to have a conversation.” becoming annoyed with him very quickly.

“hello?”

“yeah, sorry, i’m here. what’s going on?”

“i just wanted to let you know that we leave for tour tonight around 1. i know that you and damon haven’t spoken in a couple weeks but maybe you’d want to see him?”

“i don’t know gra, i don’t think he wants to see me. i feel so guilty on how i reacted, i just didn’t know how to take in the new information i got.”

“i understand, y/n. think it over, okay? the van picking us up is gonna stop at my place last, if you wanna stop by.”

“i’ll think about it. thank you, graham. i really appreciate it.”

“of course, y/n. bye bye.”

“bye.” i hang up the phone.

“graham? is that a guy?”

“can you just stop? he’s a FRIEND. nothing more.” i walk past him to go sit back down.

“that’s what they all say.”

“well maybe try to think that i’m not like everyone else.” i sip my tea.

he says something back but i’ve already tuned him out. after 30 minutes or so of him ranting on about whatever, he finally left. i let out a breath of relief, the reason for my headache gone. i stand up and head towards my room to get ready for a shower. i pick out some random bedtime clothes to wear, my eyes landing on one of damon’s shirt. it was a summer night and we decided to go to this lake for a nice swim. it wasn’t so nice when my swimsuit top got lost in the water somehow. so being the gentleman he is, damon lended me his shirt and i guess i just never gave it back. the smile i wore on my face was a sad one, the thought of damon and i’s friendship being ruined all because of my stupidity.

i shake away those thoughts and go shower, something i desperately need. afterwards, i decided a nice relaxing movie night with wine would finish this night off perfectly. i plopped the vhs in and sat on the couch with a glass of wine. my mind kept thinking back to moments where i watched the movie with damon, laughing loudly at the scenes. my heart ached as i kept thinking of damon. i was able to finish the movie and wine, deciding to call it an early night. after shutting the tv and lights off and locking all the windows and door, i settled down in bed. it didn’t take long for me to snooze off. suddenly, i woke up on a familiar couch in a familiar place.

“good morning, sleepyhead.” damon’s voice rang out.

“damon? how’d i get here?”

“what do you mean? you stayed the night, silly.” he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“b-but i was in my own room?”

“thinking about me again, huh?” he smirked his infamous smirk.

“how’d you know?”

“cause this is a dream. and i’m obviously in your head, so i can see what you think of. why are you thinking so much of me? you were the one who ran off that day.” he leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

“i-i don’t know..”

“that’s not a real answer. look deep inside your heart, y/n/n.”

“well, i feel guilty. i feel guilty for leaving you alone. i don’t know why i did it.”

“you clearly do.”

“i do?”

“what do you keep thinking of.”

“old memories.”

“and how do they make you feel?”

“fuzzy inside. they make me smile when i see you smile. it makes me want to see you smile again.”

“what else, love?”

“oh don’t call me that, you know how it makes me feel.”

“and describe how it makes you feel.” his words guiding me.

“it makes me feel all giddy inside. my stomach goes crazy with butterflies. like i like it. actually, i love it.”

“what else do you love?”

“you.” i blurt out.

my eyes widen at the realization. it all makes sense, the sudden thoughts of him and the stomach flips.

“i’m in love with you too, damon.” i look up at him.

“don’t tell me that. go tell real damon that, silly.” he chuckled, sipping his coffee.

“shit! they leave tonight, i gotta wake up.”

and so i did, my eyes shooting open. i quickly sat up in bed, turning my head to look at the clock that read 12:37am.

“shit!”

i stumble out of bed, struggling to find socks to put on. i didn’t care about my pajamas, i just needed to see him. i slip on my shoes and ran towards the door. but i made a quick pit stop by my phone.

“hello?” my boyfriends voice rang out on the other side.

“hey, it’s me. i just wanted to call real quick to say that i’m breaking up with you. it isn’t working out and i don’t see us progressing in the future. i gotta go but i’m very sorry.” i then hung up before he could even speak. i ran up to my door, making sure to grab my keys on the little table next to it. the sound of my phone ringing made me grimace, sorry but i cannot answer.

i ran down to my car, speeding off again with no seatbelt. my brain struggled as i tried to remember graham’s address, i’ve only been a couple times. i finally reach a familiar street and see his house. a breath of relief left my mouth as i saw a van still parked outside. i parked very crappy but i didn’t care. i rush out my car, looking both ways before running across the street.

“alex! alex!” i call out to the bassist.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“i need to see damon.”

“uh, he’s inside with graham. wha-“

“great thank you!” i cut him off.

i didn’t hesitate to run inside, seeing suitcases at the door. two voices echoed from upstairs, assuming that they’re damon and graham.

i run upstairs, all the running causing me to be out of breath. i make it to graham’s room where they’re both at. they don’t notice me standing in the doorway as they spoke.

“so, i told y/n to come tonight.”

“what? why?”

“you guys need to talk.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to me. she hates me because i’m in love with her. she’ll continue to hate me cause i can’t change how i feel about her.”

“she said she tried calling you, mate.”

“i-i felt embarrassed to talk to her again. hearing her voice again would do things to me and if she hates me then it’d make things worse.”

“i don’t hate you.” i spoke up.

the two boys whip their heads to look at me.

“y/n..”

“damon i’m so sorry. i-i don’t know why i left that day. it was just so sudden and my brain couldn’t comprehend that you feel that way towards me.”

“i’m gonna go.” graham quietly said, fast walking out of the room.

“why did you walk off?” his voice laced with sadness.

“it was too much. which isn’t a valid answer but i honestly don’t know.”

“is your view of me different now? i-is our friendship ruined?”

“what? absolutely not dames, you’ll forever be my best friend.”

“only your best friend?”

i try to find the right words to confess to him, my brain running empty.

“i’m in love with you too.” i blurt out just like how he did.

“w-what?”

“i kept thinking about you after our last encounter and it’s weird to say but i had a dream that made me realize that i love you. our memories make me all happy to think of you, be around you. you make me all fuzzy inside when you do things. and no one could make me feel that way, only you can. you’re my true love, damon. and i’m sorry i didn’t realize when you told me but i-“ i was cut off by damon’s lips.

i was caught off guard, standing there in shock as he held my face. slowly my lips started moving with his and my hands held his face. that fuzzy feeling covered my entire body, i was entirely numb and his touch felt like fire to me.

he pulled away, fast breathing coming out his parted spit covered lips.

“come on tour with me.”

“what?”

“come on tour with me. i want you with me all the time.”

“damon, i’m not really packed for that.”

“so? i’ll buy you clothes and everything else you need. just please, please come with me.” he begs.

he lets go of my face to grab onto my hands, thumb stroking the top of my hands. i thought about it long and hard. not a single ounce of regret crossed my mind.

“okay. i’ll come with you.”

“really?” he smiled brightly.

“yes, really.” i smile back.

“i love you so much.” he leans back in for a kiss i definitely wouldn’t decline.

“hurry up damon! we gotta leave, mate!” dave yelled from downstairs.

“guess we gotta get going.” i say as i pull away.

he grabs a suitcase off the floor and grabs onto my hand. he leads us down the stairs and out graham’s house.

“y/n is coming with us and there is going to be no argument about it.” damon announces.

“she better do some type of work.” dave said.

“i’ll deal with unloading your shit, okay?”

“deal. welcome to the tour life.” he points to the bus.

“oh my, very fancy.” i giggle.

i help damon pack his stuff into the back of the van. we shove ourselves inside the van, cuddling up as it was quite chilly outside.

“i’ll have to ring my sister to come get my car.”

“how would she get in?”

“i left my keys under a plant pot on gra’s porch.”

“well aren’t you smart.” he pokes my cheek.

“very.” i give him a cheeky smile.

i turn my attention to the window, watching as houses fly by. damon rested his head on my shoulder, falling asleep already. i smile to myself at this sudden change in my life. it may be sudden but it’s definitely not bad.

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Val! Heya love.

So, for your birthday ask game. I was gonna choose a trope from the office relationship, but it got out of hand when I liked more than 5🥹.

Can we please have something for Steve and Reader, where at SHIELD they’re incredibly close and have feelings for each other?

Lots of sticky notes on laptops, doodles on briefs, texts to one another under the table about coworkers, fixing ties and hair, and maybe sporadic texts about something to do with“work/meetings” when they really just want an excuse to talk to the other?

Sab, darling!!!

A/N: I loved this request so I hope you like what I wrote for it. Also send in all the other request I promise I don’t mind!!

Between sticky notes, meeting rooms and elevators.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: pining and fluff, some America puns (I’m so sorry they’re only like two but I couldn’t help myself)

You were late and your boss hated when you were late. It didn’t help that when you finally got to the briefing all eyes were on you when you got to the only available seat.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Ms. Y/L/N. Now we can finally get started.” Your boss announces.

You take a deep breath as you look up to find Steve sitting right across from you. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head in mock disappointment. You rolled your eyes and smiled before your eyes landed on the disposable coffee cup in front of you. There was a little smiley face with your name on it in Steve’s handwriting. You mouth a thank you and he winks at you before turning his attention to the front of the room. Those pesky little butterflies that made your stomach their home since the day you met Steve took flight again.

~~~~~~~

“Hey Y/N,” Steve calls out to you as soon as the meeting is over. The sea of people in the hallway parts for him. “So how was your morning?” He smiles, the mischief behind his eyes lets you know he’s just joking.

“It was wonderful. My alarm didn’t go off, traffic was horrible and I had this meeting right at the beginning of the day with the most annoying of my boss.”

You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Steve is already holding his laughter as you turn around with a horrified look on your face. Your boss glares at you for a moment.

“Don’t let your tardiness become a habit Ms. Y/L/N.” he states before walking away.

Steve just gives a long whew as he watches your boss walk away. You cover your face behind the files you’re holding before Steve pulls them away in order to hold them for you.

“Did you know he was standing behind me?” You look up at him with a pout.

“Absolutely not. I would never let you embarrass yourself like that even though it was entertaining.”

You just glare up at him, mostly playfully. He laughs as you both get on the elevator. As others get on you’re pushed back more until you end up back to chest with Steve. His free arm comes up and around your waist to keep you up right. You hope he can’t hear your heart beating faster the longer you stand that close to him.

Once you are on your floor you get out while Steve stays on the elevator. Neither of you would really look at each other so you couldn’t see the pink tint on his cheeks and the sheepish smile that played on his lips.

“I’ll-uh I’ll send those reports to you as soon as I can.” You say.

“I’ll be waiting for them.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you later.” He says and then the doors close.

*****

Just as you said the reports were ready for Steve. With a pep in your step you go up to his office to drop them off even though there is someone that can do that for you. You frown when you get to your destination as you see that the lights are off. Grabbing a post-it you always carry with you and a pen you write a quick note and leave the file in his drop box.

A few minutes later you get a text.

Steve: Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Attached to his text was a picture of the sticky note. It was a drawing of a stick figure saluting and it says. ‘I know you ameriCAN do it.’

Y/N: You’re welcome. ☺️☺️

Y/N: let me know you make it back safe!

Steve: Always do. 😉

You smile at your phone before putting it away and working on the next set of reports.

~~~~~~

Steve: This guy’s voice is so monotonous that he's making himself fall asleep.

You try to hide your laugh behind a cough while Steve has the nerve to send you a message shushing you.

Y/N: not fair! Don’t make me laugh like that.

Steve: 🤷🏼 it’s true though… don’t look now but I think Linda from accounting is asleep with her eyes open.

You slowly look over and you watch as one of her coworkers nudges her. She starts slightly and then sinks into her chair further.

Y/N: 💀💀 oh maybe you should recruit him for the avengers. He could just give this speech to any bad guy and they’ll turn themselves in just to avoid hearing him anymore.

It was Steve’s turn to huff a laugh and try to cover it by clearing his throat. You were seated in different sections because of your jobs but still managed to be in each other's line of sight. Every time you looked over he would pretend to be nodding off, you shook your head every time before looking away.

****

“I thought that guy would never stop talking.” You say as you meet Steve in the hallway.

“Yeah, that was painful.”

“Oh, here are those analyses you requested.” You hand him a few folders. “Everything is arranged from what I thought would need priority down to low grade issues.”

“Thanks. Here are my completed reports.” He hands you a folder. “Everything is signed, all it needs is your review and it can be filed.”

“Thanks. I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you later.” He smiles at you. That boyish grin that makes your knees weak.

When you get to your desk and open the first folder you laugh. Paperclipped to the first report was a doodle of the speaker from earlier except Steve has made him look like a sloth. You take the doodle out of the folder and place it in the small box you keep all of the doodles Steve gives you.

~~~~~~~~

“Hello?”

“Hey Steve,” you say as you look over some information that he needed. “I have that report you requested but you aren’t in your office.”

“Oh yeah, I was called back to New York for a mission with the avengers.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No,” he shakes his head even though you can’t see him. “You’re never an interruption. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah I just wanted to know what you wanted me to do with the report , you know, since you’re not here.”

There was a protocol in place for this occasion. You knew that and so did Steve. Still neither of you could wipe those dopey grins on your faces as you spoke to each other.

“Why don’t you hold on to them and I’ll get them once I get back?”

“That works.” There’s a small silence before you break it. “Well I’ll leave you to it. Please-“

“I don’t have to hang up yet. I mean if you have time, we can talk.”

“I’d like that.”

“Have I missed anything in the office since I left?” He asks as he sits back in his bed at the tower.

“You mean in the three hours since you left?”

“Yup.”

“Of course you did. Now you didn’t hear it from me, but rumor is that Linda from accounting is having an affair.”

“No!”

“Yes. And you’ll never guess with who?”

“Who?” Steve asks excitedly.

“Sloth man.”

“There’s no way.”

“It’s only what I’ve heard, it hasn’t been confirmed.”

“I wonder what she sees in him.”

“A good night's sleep.” You murmur.

Steve throws his head back and laughs. Once he calms down he starts giving you theories about the supposed rumor. Then the conversation turns into other topics. Before you know it you’ve been on the phone for at least two hours when he needs to leave.

“Please be safe.”

“I will. See you in a day or so.” Steve says before hanging up.

~~~~~~~~~

The day had dragged on. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much work for the day. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with a certain blond haired, blue-eyed super soldier not being around.

It wasn’t until late in the evening and you were working extra hours that you received a very long overdue break. There’s a little knock at the end of your desk. You push yourself a little bit to turn your chair around. Words die on your tongue when you see a bruised up Steve standing there.

“Oh my god what happened?” You raise your hand to lightly touch a bruise on his cheek.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist and you immediately realize how inappropriate it is. When you go to pull your hand away he doesn’t let you. His thumb is drawing a lazy circle on your wrist as he brings both your hands down.

“Just some bad guys. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Why are you still here?”

“I think my boss is still mad that I called him annoying and I’m stuck doing more paperwork.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Well I hope you haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Nope.”

“Good.” He smiles at you and then pulls a bag from behind his back. “Because I brought your favorite.”

“My hero.” You beam before turning and clearing a spot on your desk. Steve places the bag down and pulls a chair from an empty desk and sits down with a bit of a grunt. “So spill it.” You motion to him.

“Just a mission.”

“I need a play by play. Come on please. I read all of your reports, they’re basically a book at this point and I need the next chapter.”

He huffed a laugh. “Fine. But it’s rather boring.”

“You could never bore me.”

“Could I get that in writing? I’d like to have proof for Tony.”

“Sure, I’ll even have it notarized.”

He laughs again and shakes his head. Then he starts talking about the mission. You could sit there listening to Steve talk about anything. After he finished that story you moved on to other topics, work now long forgotten.

~~~~~~~

As much as you hated it, Shield was requiring a certain number of their employees from each department to attend a gala. Because your boss still had it out for you, you were selected to attend.

You were fiddling with the necklace you’d paired with your dress as you walked through the already crowded venue. Someone grabs you by your forearm and pulls you into an empty hallway while you try to throw a punch.

“Woah calm down, it’s just me.” Steve said as he let go of you.

“Why would you grab me like that?”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want anyone to realize I was here. Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, it’s just I thought I was being kidnapped.” You frown a bit.

“I’d never let that happen.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, you knew he meant it as a friend but sometimes you wish it was more than that.

“Is everything ok?”

“Honestly, I’m kind of nervous.”

“You are nervous? Why?” You ask incredulously.

“This function is for World War Two vets. I don’t know it’s not the same as if I was dealing with someone that didn’t fight in it. They ask questions and I can play it down a bit but with the vets… It makes me feel exposed.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I have to give a speech. If I find you a seat closer to the stage would you take it?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you .”

“Don’t mention it.”

His large hand takes yours and he pulls you down the hall with the intention of leading you to the seat he mentioned. You tug on his hand so that he stops and turns to you. Pulling him a bit closer you reach up and fix the bow tie. Then your hands instinctively run across his shoulders and down his chest in order to smooth out his tux. He smiles at you then. His eyes light up when he sees you return it. The moment is far too intimate for two friends to be sharing but it feels right nonetheless.

Steve graciously walks you to an open seat and heads to the stage. Just like you knew it would, the speech was a success. Still every once in a while he’d look down at you and you’d return an encouraging smile.

****

“May I have this dance?” Steve had his hand stretched out in front of you.

“Why yes you may.”

You place your smaller hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor. Steve places one hand on your waist and the other takes your hand. As a slow song starts playing he begins to lead, the scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best ways.

“I thought you didn’t dance.”

“Only with the right partner. Besides, Sam bet that I wouldn’t dance with the most beautiful woman here. I had to prove him wrong.” He says just as he turns both of you and Sam comes into your line of sight, raising a glass of champagne and smiling.

“Steve…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just thought it was time I told you how I really felt. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same but I learned my lesson the hard way.” He spins you around and pulls you back in. “I like you as more than just friends. Seeing you makes my day, I can literally be having the worst day and you make it better. If it weren’t for you working at Shield would have been a nightmare. You saw me for more than just Captain America and I don’t think you realize what that means to me. It’s never bothered you to have to do things differently or having to spend time teaching me something because I just don’t know about all of the new technology. Most importantly you don’t mock me for it, you accept me as I am. And I’m so grateful you’re in my life.”

Steve dips you and as he pulls you back up all you can do is stare up at him with wide eyes. He smiles fondly at you as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I have to go on a mission. But would you be willing to talk about this some more when I get back?”

You just nod, all words had escaped you at the moment. How were you supposed to respond? You adored Steve but never in a million years did you think it was reciprocated. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek before walking towards Sam. Then you watch as they both walk out. By the time you leave the gala you’re still reeling and trying to figure out how to respond.

~~~~~~~~~

Steve didn’t get back until Tuesday. It had been four days since the gala and since he told you how he felt. He was supposed to be back today. You knew for a fact he was because some of the people on your team had mentioned seeing him. Without being able to take much more you rush to the elevator and press the button for his floor.

Everyone around you rushes out but you are glued to your spot. Standing at the doors is Steve, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up when he sees you even though there’s a really bad bruise on his cheek and it’s obvious the mission was worse than expected. Still he steps into the elevator and no one dares walk in, leaving the two of you alone. The elevator starts to ascend but Steve pushes the stop button.

“Hi.” You manage to squeak out.

“Hi, I am free tonight by the way.”

“Oh, good.” You say as you try to hide your smile.

“But another America joke really?” He holds up the post-it note you had placed inside a folder for him to find.

It simply reads: on a scale of one to America, how free are you tonight? With a few stars drawn around it.

“You are Captain America, I have to use that to my advantage.” You giggle at his fake huff of annoyance. “Since you’re a superhero does that mean you’re super free tonight?”

Steve genuinely laughs this time before he turns to you. He finds that you’re already looking up at him with a soft smile.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Oh so you think I’m cute.”

“Yup.” He takes a step towards you, forcing you against the wall. His hands rest on the small handrail, effectively caging you in.

“How cute would I have to be to get you to kiss me?”

“I think you’re there already.” Steve says before his lips are on yours.

It was better than what you had imagined. His lips were soft, the kiss was sweet. Unfortunately it was short lived.

“If you two are done holding up the elevator, I’d really appreciate seeing Captain Rogers in my office. Now.” Director Fury’s voice came through the speaker and you pulled away quickly.

You giggled at the fact that you had been caught. The butterflies in your belly were in full flight as Steve smiled at you. When the elevator came to a stop he pressed a kiss to your cheek and stepped out.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You smile at him as the doors close. A few seconds later you get a text.

Steve: It's a date. 😉

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Your waterspark au brings a ton of joy. I love the designs and worldbuilding with all my heart! It's got me pumped up for my own summer vacation <3

10/10 would cover those silly robots in kisses. And love how soft and friend shaped reader is!

Brain keeps thinking about how your boys and my boys might interact (my sun and moon from my fic Starfalling). Luckily, I'll be able to draw those thoughts once art fight comes!

Yay I’m so happy to hear that and I hope you have the absolute best most fun filled summer vacation everrrrr!!!!!!!!

Theirs so so much I want to put into this au to make it feel as immersive and exciting as possible and your comment just made my day :DD I’m so happy that it has brought you so much joy and I hope that it continues to do so!

100/10 those boys would return your kisses tenfold!!! They think the world of y/n and your affection would most likely melt them into a puddle then they would spring up and shower you in kisses! (too much water puns? sorry can’t help myself >:) also so glad you like how reader is illustrated because I wanted to give them a distinguishable/environment fitting look while still being blank enough for readers to be able to insert themselves <- I was really worried about that part

Yessss I love thinking about how everyone’s au characters would interact<33333 I am very much looking forward to art fight and be warned I take my revenges very seriously haha

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meet cute 🧡 // ross macdonald x reader

promptober '23 - day 1

a/n: full disclosure, i wrote this for alex a long time ago based on a story he told. anyway i'm so excited to do this eeeee!!! cw: bad flirting and even worse puns i am so sorry wc: 800

“next please,” the cashier announces as you walk up to the till. 

this has been a lazy morning for you as you stand there, bundled up against the chilly october air. your plan for today is a simple one; wake up at a semi-respectable time, get breakfast at your favourite bakery, wander around, and maybe go to the new bookstore that’s just opened up. just take it slow for the day. it isn’t often you get to have these slow days to yourself anyway. 

“good morning,” you smile at the cashier, handing her the breakfast sandwich and asking for a cappuccino. 

“that would be £5.49, is there anything else i can get you?” she asks.

you look around to see if anything else catches your eye and right there, behind the till are the most adorable cookies you have ever seen! little pumpkins and zombies and witches, you name it. 

you point at them, “can i also have one of those ghost cookies, please?” 

the voice that comes out, however, is not yours. instead, it’s deep, masculine and rather attractive. you turn to look at the man only to find him already looking at you. just as you suspected—he is gorgeous and has a charming dimple-y smile that is now directed at you. the leather jacket he’s wearing is the perfect kind of vintage that fits him just right. his hair is tied up in a bun, a few strands escaping. it dawns on you then, you have indeed also asked for the cookies—perfectly in sync with this handsome stranger. 

he turns back to the cashier in front of him, “wow, you could say they’re selling like ghost cookies,” he finishes with a shit-eating grin, clearly proud of himself.

the poor cashier just looks so confused that you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. it’s such a bad joke really, the fact that you laughed at it says more about you than him. but you can’t help yourself. 

“glad to see someone appreciates my humour,” he smiles widely at you again. 

“well…i wouldn’t exactly call it humour,” you tease back as you finish paying for your food. 

“well, got you to laugh though, didn’t i?” he flirts back. 

just as you are about to leave the store, he hurries after you. on the one hand, you could forget about this cheeky little interaction with a hot stranger or you could see where it goes. before you have the chance to overthink that, he stops in front of you. 

“i’m ross,” he smiles, a hint of shyness quite clear on his face even when he properly towers over you.

you bite your lip to keep your grin under control, coyly letting your name slip. if it were even possible, ross smiles wider.

“and just so you know,” you continue, “i was laughing at the poor cashier’s face.” your tone is light enough that he knows you’re teasing. you laugh when he responds with an over-exaggerated sad face. 

you both step outside the bakery, the chilly october air nipping at your cheeks. the warmth of the cappuccino cup in your hand is a comforting contrast. ross looks around, a little pink from the cold air, a little hesitant just like you are. 

“so i guess i—”

“i was just planning on wandering around town by myself,” you look away, a bit mortified when you realise you’ve interrupted him. he was probably about to say goodbye and go on his own way. a little voice in your head groans at you, reminding you that not everyone is as free as you are today. 

“oh my god i’m so sorry. i’m sure you’re busy, sorry, i just assumed. forget i—”

“not a ghost of a chance,” ross interrupts your rambling, face splitting into a shit-eating grin one again—clearly proud of his terrible pun. 

it’s so bad, you should be groaning at it and rolling your eyes. instead, it makes you giggle. 

“i would love to join you if that’s what you were offering,” he smiles again. it reaches his warm, hazel eyes, making them crinkle at the sides. 

“i don’t know what your plans were… but, yeah, i wanted to check out this bookstore?” 

“a reader,” he nods appreciatively, walking alongside you and sipping from his coffee. you turn to study his profile. he’s tall and handsome and exactly like someone from a romance movie. seems impossible that a day that started out as a casual saturday is turning out into something purely out of fiction. 

“i try,” you hum, taking a bite of your ghost cookies. they’re delicious—sweet and crumbly and buttery. ross laughs when you involuntarily let out a moan. 

“sounds like i made a great decision,” he winks, digging inside the paper bag to fish out his own—a little jack-o-lantern. 

“sounds like you did,” you respond, happily taking a second bite. 

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Ghost Hunting Shows Opinions and Why

Ghost Adventures

I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking obnoxious I find them. I mean I’m sure you see it from my writing. Anyone who’s been here long enough knows how I feel about these fuckers.

“Aaron, I magically have a condition where I cannot go down the spooky basement where this aggro spirit, that I’ve managed to piss off in the last 20 minutes is lurking. He’s known for snapping necks. Go down there with a glow stick and go hump the pole, he hates that. Good luck.”

Poor Aaron though. Everyone does the dirty work and Zac just sucks up all the notoriety and shit cause he’s supposedly “conventionally attractive.” (I don’t see it. And you can’t give me the queer excuse. Cause I still like men.) And the voice he does. Annoying. Who the fuck talks like that? I'd rather hear Channing Tatum's shitty gambit do this shit.

Honestly, especially since there was all these articles and confessions about them forging evidence, I’ve just liked them less and less. Ghost hunting and paranormal things of that nature in the world of science is already seen as a joke and shit. We don’t need these chucklefucks fucking up that reputation even more cause they want to make ratings. Where’s the love? Where’s the passion? 

Hate em. 0/10

Ghost Brothers

Okay, can I talk about how much I love the representation though!? Cause its usually a joke that the Black people die first in scary movies cause we make too much sense or we just don’t end up in that situation. Which I mean…true. We don’t stay long in scary ass situations. Spooky ass shit happens we fucking leave. Point blank.  But yeah, love seeing my brothers working in the ghost hunting game.

Now they’re greenhorns, in every sense of the word. But that isn’t a bad thing. They’re adding new perspectives, are not afraid of learning. They use their feelings and their bodies alongside the technological evidence. What I really like about them is how respectful they try to be. They always err on the side of politeness and you can’t go wrong with that.

One scene that will live with me forever is when they all tried to date that one ghost who was ghosted (sorry for the pun but not really) by her lover and killed herself in despair over it. That scene will never not be funny/cute to me.

“You deserved someone who would be there for you, and I think I’m that guy.” Iconic. I want to see more of them and I heard some rumors it might return. I want the blackness so bad.

7/10 I want to see them go further.

Ghost Files/Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural

As much as I shit on both Shane and Ryan, and I love doing it. It’s my favorite one. Doesn’t mean Shane’s a good influence. I do like the idea of having a skeptic doing the hunting with you. It keeps you grounded and honestly, I respect that. What we need most in these types of these investigations is discernment. And other than the clear comedy and chemistry Shane delivers with Ryan, that's his purpose in the show. He's the reality to the hopeful in ghost hunting.

I say this as a firm believer myself (like no shit Sol, you're a death witch and a spirit communicator), we need more skeptics and people to keep the situation grounded for MULTIPLE reasons. We get excited, our desires/biases lead to looking more into results that might not have much. It's when the non believer/skeptic had nothing where we can get excited. Ghost hunting still follows the rules of science and the non excited/non believers help us being the control and the ones to demand repetition.

Now, on regards of if I think Shane is a fucking demon? I honestly just wouldn’t be surprised if he was. Cause he does some bullshit I don’t think anyone else can get away with. Disrespecting Annabelle to her face and living? Something’s looking out for that tall motherfucker. I’m checking him with holy water if I ever get the chance.

8.5/10

Ghost Hunters

The most respectful ones I’ve seen. They treat the ghosts humanely, with dignity. And from what I’ve seen they get good results. They’re the only ones I’ve seen that have been at the sites for multiple days as well. They use what they learn from their prior day to expand and get better evidence with the spirits. It's very cool to see and honestly in a way, super professional of them that way...

Another thing I like about them is they debunk when they can, sometimes right on the spot. I respect people who do this, because like I said, no one takes this type of thing very seriously because so many people take every bump and creek as evidence and that gets…annoying and discrediting. So, I have mad respect for them.

8/10  

My Haunted House

Okay, Lifetime, what the hell are we doing? This is a hot mess. The most horrifying thing about the show is the shit acting. The stories are cool though. My spouse and I make fun of this show…a lot. Its just good for entertainment. Something to listen to in the background if you ran out of true crime podcasts.

Good shit. 4.5/10

[comfortabletogether]

hibiki,kanade,yoruko,emma and teruya (dra or sdra2 ver,idm) with a younger sibling reader (only by 1-2yrs) headcanons? tysm,if u do this,btw!!!

thank you for requesting Anon!! Sorry it took me so long to write this lol. I avoided this for a while because I was scared I wouldn’t understand how to write siblings but it turned out pretty good. There was almost no spoilers in this, I just can’t help myself.

There is a line in the Teruya section that references a fic that I wrote and posted on AO3. So that’s what that is about lol.

WARNING: IMPLIED SPOILERS

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Emma Magorobi

🎬 You were Emma’s adopted sibling (or technically she was the one adopted) and she adored you. You bought her a book full of puns when she first was adopted into your family and from then on, she’d try and surprise you every morning with a new pun.

🎬 You’d also most likely be a child star, which would cause Emma to be very protective of you. Cashing directors to not be as inclined to cast the two of you in the same projects.

🎬 Emma is glad to be in your family but she hates it so much when you take her clothes or jewelry or anything without her permission.

🎬 The two of you frequently get into petty arguements that have no reason to exist (like if sentient which fruit would win in a fight.)

🎬 Overall, Emma is a kind and sweet older sister to have. But the two of you will be having nonsensical issues every ten minutes.

Yoruko Kabuya

🍷 Depending on how much younger you are, she’ll treat you differently. If you are a lot younger than her, she’ll be protective of you and would actually treat you like a sibling, but if you were only a little bit younger, than you are her best friend. No expectations.

🍷 Getting home from work or school, she’ll immediately start talking to you about her peers or clients. Gossip is always the best with her.

🍷 Helping her dye/re-dye her hair is a lot of fun. And by helping Yoruko forces you to do it in return that she’ll do your chorus for the next two weeks. The two of you are always ruining the bathroom to have to be cleaned the next morning.

🍷 Yoruko will try to stay out of having any arguments with you but if you are just trying to pick one with her, she will get annoyed and will get into an argument.

🍷 Overall, Yoruko is a pretty cool big sister, there is a lot of gossip. And she will defend you always if you are getting bullied. 

Otonokoji Twins

🎼 Hibiki will love you and despite making you always call her ‘big sis’ to have a level of importance over you. She will not insult you like she insults Kanade.

🎼 Kanade will also love you and view you as family but she would have some sort of resentment towards you if you were closer to Hibiki than she was. 

🎼 They would definitely make you play piano or drums so that you could be apart of Melody Rythme. But you would not be a singer, that is Hibiki and only Hibiki’s job.

🎼 The twins are always on time with one another and unfortunately since you aren’t triplets, you don’t have their shared ability. This will lead to surprisingly Kanade to get mad at you when you are ahead or behind them.

🎼 If you’d ever try and tell Hibiki to calm down with insulting Kanade, she would definitely get pissed with you as her harassment was just a joke and you didn’t get what it’s like to have a twin.

🎼 If these girls are you older sisters, bless your heart. It’ll be an extremely traumatic ride. And there will be a ton of yelling, arguments and somewhat childish games.

Teruya Otori 

💴 Teruya will pretend like he is an extremely responsible older brother. In front of your dad, he’ll always act really mature. But the second you two are out of adults you know’s sights, it gets fun.

💴 If you ever need help in math. Come to him, he might not be extremely talented in language arts but he excels in math. Due to him being a merchant and all.

💴 Teruya loves restocking the selves at the Otori mart with you, the two of you talking about random things or weird experiences with your friends. He has a weird one of him and a few friends getting kicked out of a bar at three in the afternoon.

💴 He enjoys just getting to be silly with you. Getting to do weird yet strangely fun stuff, like going out to ding dong ditch his friends house. 

💴 Overall, Teruya is a goofy older brother who will take you out to do anything. And he likes to bring his friends over so you’ll get to meet them. And you’ll probably hit it off with one of his friend’s younger brother, Ryutaro.

[eiseryn]

BONUS 3: CHOCOLATE KISSES

Description: Bonus story 3/5 of an original story Something Sweet featuring my original characters from my cyberpunk campaign in a modern / university AU. Although Lei has a date planned with her boyfriend Vail, she unexpectedly gets severe period cramps and needs to cancel. Vail decides to visit her and they decide to do very cute and domestic things together.

Other tags: Period cramps (we hate those), Supportive BF Vail (we stan), puns, napping together, cooking together, SLEEPY VAIL,

Relationship: Lei / Vail (romantic)

Length: 1.8k words

When Lei woke up that particular morning she was not expecting to wake up to her uterus’ bloody revenge. Her cramps were almost never this bad, and her cycles were regular, so she didn’t know why she suddenly had to suffer. Unfortunately, she had a date that day planned that she supposed she would have to cancel. She was not in the mood for running around with such heavy flow.

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LEI (10:08 AM): Sorry I can’t hang out today. I’m not feeling well. 

VAIL(10:15 AM): are you okay? what happened?

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Lei hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. From her experience, some men could be rather squeamish when it came to menstruation. But well, what else could she tell him but the truth? Honesty was the best policy when it came to relationships. 

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LEI (10:16 AM): It’s nothing serious. I’m just on my period and the cramps are really bad this time. 

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Limping over to the medicine cabinet, she took some naproxen with some hot water and after setting her hot water bottle on her nightstand, she lay down on her bed to wait for the painkiller to kick in. Throughout the aches and tremors of her entire midsection and upper thighs, her phone rang with text notifications, so she picked it up and held it above her face. 

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VAIL (10:18 AM): I see 

VAIL(10:18 AM): can i come over? 

LEI (10:19AM): I can’t do much though. Right now, I can only lie in bed.  

VAIL (10:20AM): that’s ok

VAIL (10:20AM): I want to see you. 

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Well, Lei certainly couldn’t say no to that. It was really sweet of him and if her stomach wasn’t feeling bloated, she was certain she would be feeling butterflies instead. 

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LEI (10:21AM): Alright, then. Come over whenever. 

VAIL (10:25AM): Can i get you anything? 

LEI (10:26AM): If it’s not too much of a bother, I like dark chocolate kisses. 

VAIL (10:27AM): omw

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It was maybe fifteen minutes later when there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in.” She said, raising her head a little to see Vail at the open door. Although he was a lovely view to look at, her pain-fevered gaze made him look blurry around the edges.

“Ceres let me in.” Vail said, as he entered the room. He was holding his jacket in one hand and a bag of chocolate kisses in the other. He appeared a little sweaty, as if he had just finished some light exercise. “How are you feeling?”

Lei sighed. “Not great. But that’s what happens.” She patted the empty space beside her on the bed. “Come and sit down.”

He placed his jacket on her desk chair and the chocolate on her desk before sitting down where she had requested. When she reached out for his hand to hold, he wordlessly let her take it. 

“Did you run here?” She asked him as she gently ran her thumb across his fingers. She squeezed his hand tightly when a particularly painful wave of cramps hit her. 

“Of course. I wanted to come here as soon as I could." 

“That’s sweet, but I’m not dying or anything.”

“Yunyi makes it sound like she’s dying every time she brings it up.” 

“It’s different for everyone.” Lei paused, thinking about it. “If it’s really hurting her, she should see a gynecologist. I could recommend one to her if she would like.” She could not help the doctor-in-training concern that was instilled into her as a med school student.

“I’ll let her know.” 

Lei wondered how that sort of conversation would go. “It’s alright, I imagine that would be a little awkward. I’ll talk to her about it myself.” 

“You’ve been talking to her recently?” He looked at her curiously, tilting his head much like a cat would. 

Lei nodded, smiling. “Yes~ She’s such a cutie, I can’t help but want to tease her and talk to her more.” 

Vail said nothing but Lei felt like she needed to add, “But you’re my favourite cutie~”

Vail looked at her skeptically this time. “I feel like you call everyone a cutie.” 

“Not everyone! But it is true that there are many things I find cute in this world.” She replied honestly. “But only you are my cutie of a boyfriend, right?” 

He chuckled. “I guess that’s true.” 

Lei winced as yet another wave of cramps bulldozed through her uterus. Usually lying down would alleviate the pressure but it wasn’t enough this time. “There’s a hot water bottle on the left lower shelf in my closet. Can you go and fill it with some hot water?” She asked. 

“Like those metal ones?” Vail pointed to the one sitting on her nightstand. 

Lei shook her head. “No, they're made out of rubber or silicon so they’re flexible, and they’re flatter and more rectangular-shaped. You cover it with a towel or sometimes they come with a covering and place it on your abdomen. Heat can help ease the cramping.” 

The bed creaked a little when he got up from it and went to her closet. Her closet was almost overflowing with the amount of clothes she had hanging inside so she almost never closed it and he stared at it for some time before crouching down to find the lower shelf. 

“Mine has a fuzzy grey covering over it with a cat design.” She tried to explain as she watched him struggle to push aside the some long dresses blocking the opening of the shelf. 

“This one?” He held up a floppy fuzzy-covered silicone blob awkwardly between his two hands.

“Yes, exactly.” Lei sighed in relief. 

He left the room to do as she had asked and Lei was left alone, staring at her ceiling. I’m so fortunate, she thought to herself, to have him care for me like this. 

He returned a few moments later and handed the filled hot water bottle to her. She placed it on her lower stomach and sighed in relief as the heat gradually seeped in, relaxing her abdominal muscles.

“Anything else?” He asked, still standing. 

Lei smiled at him gratefully through the pain, which was luckily finally starting to subside a little from the heat and naproxen. “I wouldn’t say no to a Kiss right now.”

Much to her surprise, instead of going to fetch the chocolate kisses, he leaned over and gave her a gentle peck on the lips.

She blinked. Once, and then twice. He blinked back at her.  

“I meant the chocolate…” Lei said. 

“Ah, did you, now.” Although most people would think his expression was neutral, she had been with him long enough that she could see the redness of a telltale blush creep into his ears. He was embarrassed and very cutely so. 

“It’s okay,” She smiled, pulling him to sit down beside her on the bed. “What you gave me was better~"

-

When she awoke from her little nap, she was feeling much better. Vail was also curled up beside her, so he must have joined her in bed after she drifted off. He was still holding her hand, which she remembered they were doing when she was still conscious. 

She turned to her side to check her phone on the nightstand for the time. It was close to 2PM, so it seemed that her “little” nap had been three hours long. 

She sat up at the edge of her bed and as she was about to stand up to stretch and go to the kitchen, she felt strong arms wrap around her — Vail’s. He was a light sleeper and seemed to always wake as soon as she moved from his side. 

“I need to make lunch now. Aren’t you hungry at all?” She asked, gently stroking his hair.

His sleepy response was to simply nod his head a little. “A little.”

“Come on, let’s go to the kitchen then. We can have soup noodles. It’s the perfect day for that.” 

The promise of noodles seemed to be enough to rouse him because he sat up gradually after, rubbing at his eyes a little. “Sounds good.” He said. 

She put him to work chopping vegetables — carrots, daikon radish, green onion, onion, bok choy. He was good with a knife, after all. She simmered the soup in the meantime — chicken stock, dashi powder, soy sauce, onion, carrot, daikon — all the things she was making him chop. 

“Is it done yet?” He asked while she was boiling the noodles. He had come up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his chin over her shoulder. 

“Not yet, be patient!” She laughed. “Hungry, aren’t you? And you didn’t want to let me get out of bed.”

“That was because it was comfy in bed. But this is because I’m hungry. It’s different.” He justified.

She laughed again. She used the ladle to scoop some soup, blew on it to make it less hot, and then held it close to his mouth. “Ahh~” She said.

He bent his head a little and sipped at it. 

“How is it? Is it flavourful enough?” 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” 

She pouted at him. “You and Ceres are the same, you never have any feedback when I cook. You’re always like ‘it’s good’ or ‘it’s fine’.” 

“Well, if it’s good, what else can I say?” 

She nodded, “I guess it’s better for me if you’re not picky.” She tasted the remnants of the ladle herself. “Oh, this is good.” 

He looked at her as if to say, see? But he didn’t verbalize it. 

She sighed, “Alright, I get your point. How do you want your egg?”

“How you usually make it is good.”

“Okay, over-easy it is~” 

After they had eaten, they washed the dishes together — he washed them and she dried them — she wiped her hands on a hanging towel and fetched the bag of chocolate for their dessert. 

“Want a kiss?” She held up the bag of dark chocolate Kisses in her hand and shook it.

“Sure.” He held his hand out.

Instead of placing a candy there, she grabbed his hand, pulled him closer, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 

“There.” She said, smirking. “Sweet revenge.” 

He stood there blankly for a moment, so she took the opportunity to place a chocolate in his still-opened hand as an apology for the surprise. 

“Ah.” He finally said, at least a minute later, when he seemingly had processed the information of what just happened. “You got me.” 

“But it was better than what you were expecting, right?” She said with a little teasing smile. 

“Yeah,” He smiled softly at her. “It was.” 

He carefully set the chocolate on the table before pushing her against the kitchen counter and propping her onto it. The marble countertop was a little cold against her skin, so she first squawked from the surprise, but she was soon distracted by his warm hands gripping her bare thighs. They exchanged many more kisses — not the chocolate kind.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Shout out to my fellow uterus-havers -- period cramps suck

Apparently naproxen is the best for period cramps and since Lei is a pharmacy nerd she would definitely know

At this point in time Ceres + Lei share an apartment -- this will be explained in another Ceres&Lei fic I'm still writing (also a WIP from 2 years ago LOL) but I thought it was cute to have Vail + Lei do domestic things together 🥺🥺🥺

I feel like Vail would be pretty good about periods / menstruation since he works with a lot of female runners on his team (Lexi, Zoey, Keeper)

I'm very proud of that ending as a parallel to what Vail did hehe I THINK THEY'RE JUST SO CUTE (CLENCH FIST)

We will not discuss the thirst at the end 👁👄👁💧

LINKS

[main story = Sweet Something]

[bonus 1 = Soft like Mochi]

[bonus 2 = Whipped like Whip Cream ]

[bonus 3 = Chocolate Kisses = you are here!!!]

[bonus 4 = Brown Sugar Beach Days]

[bonus 5 = Vanilla-scented Dreams]

[wings-of-ink]

Hello! I went to sleep while finishing GC so naturally I had dreams abt it and some random questions- would you ever consider adding character descriptions for a Trans MC? (I know this is more work for u so feel free to ignore jus curious).

Also on that note I wanna add that the naming scene did in fact make me cry, I know it’s not the internet to be trans coded but- it just struck a cord with me- jus the fact that I got to choose my name and my fathers were happy for me🥲😭🙏🏼a whole box of puffs+ gone in one sitting. I can’t express how much I LOVE Da and Papa, they’re my Roman Empire I love them so much. They’re just so loving and accepting 🥲I wanna hug them

Speakin of characters I’d like to hug- Will we still be able to dig deeper into Zahns backstory even if we don’t romance them? Bc…I just…I wanna drag them back home far FAR from their Sect and just love them (platonically) forever. I wont deny tho I’m just very curious about their cult and like…wtf is going on there 👀

Ok this is already too long I’ll leave it at that💞gonna go reread this masterpiece now.

(Side note your description of the honey cakes made me wanna try them so I’m currently looking for recipes 🕺gonna eat them while I reread)

Have the loveliest day!

Sincerely,

-Oswin obsessed anon

Hello my dear!

First off, that is very sweet and I am loving that you dreamed about it!

I had wondered about making something of the sort, but like you said, it adds to an already complex system. My thinking when I did the character creation as it is was that, at least in this world, whoever you are - you just are. That's kinda how I see myself because I've always been in a grey area for my own identity. So, I just am. That's why I didn't enter any sort of specified option for transitioning.

I don't know if anything like the Trans descriptors will be in the game. If I did them, I'd want them to be at least meaningful. So, I won't say no, and it's something I'll take to heart when I consider the scope of the project.

I am thrilled that the naming scene was meaningful for you. I think I know how you feel there.

If I could magic any two people from my IF to life, I would probably go with Papa and Da, lol. Sorry to the RO lovers, but the world needs these daddies!

You will definitely see more of Zahn's backstory even if you don't romance them. Each RO will have that sort of baggage and you will be able to "try before you buy" so to speak. I haven't decided how deep that will go or how those will change depending on if they are romanced or not. I'm considering designing it so that you would need to romance them to get the entire scope of their background, problems, and such and help them find some sort of closure during their route. Zahn will start opening up more before you know it though!

Not to worry about a long ask - I love reading! Lol

I actually found a honey cake recipe that I wanted to post with a future update for chapter 3! But I'll pop it in here for you in case you want it. It's a bit fancier than what would be available to the MC's family, but it would be delectable. This chef is my all time favorite as well. Love the way he talks and his silly puns. I use his methods and recipes a lot and they never fail.

I hope your day is also lovely, Anon! Thank you for dropping in! ^_^

[noodyl-blasstal]

Man I Love Frogs

It's @taznovembercelebration day 21 - we're still hanging in there! Today's prompt cards were: "familiar" and "problem". You can read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday? Find it here!

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“Hello Taako.” Kravitz inclines his head and tries his best not to smile. “Do you have some comments about my paper?”

“Whaddya know, my man, I do!” Taako smiles like he’s trying to power a city with it. 

Kravitz does his best not to stare, he always does his best not to stare. He fails, he always fails. It’s not his fault though! Taako’s bright and handsome and after the drunken squat off at the first conference dinner Kravitz knows exactly how toned his arse is. He checks in regularly, just to make sure it’s still the same. It is. It’s for research though, time series analysis. Anal-ysis. No, terrible. Bad! He cannot afford to think dirty thoughts or awful puns. Taako knew his shit, Kravitz had to be on top of this. 

The academic comment wrestling shouldn’t be so hot, but Taako doesn’t come up to him in the usual way, the patronising ‘I’m here to talk about myself and your paper is just a mouthpiece for me to do it, in fact, this is only tangentially related’ way. Taako’s comments are actually helpful, insightful even! Plus, plus, he backs down when he’s wrong (although he does it quietly, but Kravitz can’t blame him for that.)

“Taako appreciated the way your big smart guy brain got round the translation limitations on the application sigil.”

Oh. That… was unexpected. This isn’t the usual pattern. By now Taako should be telling him about a hole in his logic or something he could have referenced but missed. He wasn’t always right, sure, but regardless of what he was saying and how right it was, he never started off with compliments.

Taako steps closer, lays an earnest hand on Kravitz’s forearm. “I’m just a simple idiot wizard, but even cha’boy can appreciate a…” Taako pauses and looks straight into Kravitz’s soul. “...solid combination.” 

Taako has something in his eye, he finishes speaking and closes just one. He doesn’t seem to rub it after so, so maybe it’s not that serious. Kravitz wants to ask if he’s okay, but he probably shouldn’t make a big deal of it.

“Yes.” Says Kravitz, smartly, wittily, good at social interaction-ly, instead of fussing.

“There’s a certain combination that Taako wanted to talk to you about, kemosabe.”

Taako looks at Kravitz like he’s supposed to say something here, like he hasn’t just stopped talking part way through a sentence.

“Okay?”

Taako doesn’t seem to be perturbed by Kravitz’s conversational mastery, thank the lady. He just powers on regardless.

“See, we’re both geniuses, you and I.”

Huh. Kravitz knows that Taako’s a genius, it’s undeniable when you look at the research he’s involved in. All the bonds stuff is fascinating - especially the impact of food on the strength. Kravitz still feels sorry for Magnus and the month Taako only made food he hated to see if it changed their bonds. He also felt sorry for whatever ethics committee Taako bullied that approach through, he’d love to see the paperwork.

Taako (thankfully) doesn’t wait for a response, which is good, because Kravitz doesn’t have one.

“... and I think it’d be a good idea for us to get closer. You know, really tackle some important questions on bonds, if you know what I mean?”

Kravitz did know what he meant! He didn’t think it would ever happen. He’d hoped, sure, but to actually be experiencing it? He’s going to burst, his Mums are going to be so excited! They’d told him to believe, that he could do anything, but this seemed so impossible, so implausible!

“You want me to join the bonds research team? Yes! Yes I’d love that! Taako, thank you so much! Oh gods! This is incredible!” Kravitz tries to keep the excitement out of his voice, he really does, but it’s impossible. He knows that there’s a giant smile plastered across his face and his hands are flipping at his sides. Taako’s not going to think it’s professional, but Taako’s wearing cowboy boots with flame decals (which Kravitz would bet any money he stole from Lup) at a conference so who’s he to judge?

“Er…” Taako pauses. Taako pauses too long. Shit. Fuck. What else could he have meant? “Yeah. That’s exactly what cha’boy was asking you, Kravster. Lemme just… er… I’m just going to text the gang and let them know how excited you are, you know, to join us.” He grabs his phone and smiles at Kravitz as he backs away. “They’re all going to be excited too.” Taako says, from his corner, before turning away and frantically typing.

Kravitz waits happily, he’s riding the joyous wave still, hands locked in the inevitable tide of it swirling by his sides, riding currents which existed only in his mind.

“Hey.” Taako appears by his side.

“Hello!”

“So, I think it would be helpful to talk about over dinner. Taako’s treat. You can tell me about how frogs fit into bonds and I can tell you about not-science.”

Kravitz would very much love to hear about not-science as long as it relates to Taako. Oh… shit.

“Will you need to measure our bond?” Maybe it will just register overall, it doesn’t need to show anyone’s individual feelings, surely? 

“I’d certainly like to get the measure of it.” Taako says and links his arm with Kravitz’s, leading him out of the lobby. Kravitz looks back towards the ballroom, but Taako tugs him away from the hotel.  “We’re not going to the conference meal, it’s a million quid and there’s a disco.”

“I would have thought you’d like to dance.” Kravitz says absently. He knows it’s supposed to be about work, but Taako’s his new colleague, it’s important to get to know each other.

“Taako loves to dance. Taako does not do conference dancing. I’d eat it up. Obviously. But it wouldn’t be fair to anyone else who came. They’d be distraught, they’d never dance again.”

“Oh no. You’ll definitely have to demonstrate for me though. I’m ready to be impressed.”

Taako shimmies next to him. “Don’t tempt me, handsome.”

Handsome? Taako called him handsome! Kravitz doesn’t care if it’s an objective colleague assessment, Taako said it, Kravitz heard the words come out of his beautiful mouth and there’s no take backsies. 

“Okay.” Kravitz says happily. “I might later though.” If they go and dance after dinner he’ll get so much time with Taako!

“Cha’boy is amenable to some late night temptation with you.”

“Great! I’m in!” Says Kravitz happily. Maybe they can dance together wherever they end up?

He looks down at their looped arms and smiles. To think he nearly missed this conference, a new colleague, a new project! He can’t wait to get started on the new research.

“Anyway.” Says Taako. “... about the frogs? Don’t worry about the phone, I’m just taking some notes.”

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I hope you enjoyed! Wanna read more? Here's the next prompt!

[vampstel]

Hi Vampstel, I hope you are doing well!

This is gonna be a bit all over the place and I am so so sorry.

What inspired you to start making art? And what influenced your art style?

I can’t remember if you have said this anywhere but I’ve been a long time fan of yours and you are why I’m now posting my own work on tumblr instead of crappy Twitter (No offense to anyone uses it it’s just really mean to smaller artist like myself and it’s hard to get stuff out there especially original work)

I cannot wait for your next video. I love your Draw with me series. I’ve been enjoying watching your work every time I need a helping hand with lore or just general background noise to keep me entertained

You have no idea how much I inspired to be like a inkcreable artist like you (Yes the pun is intended I think you would know what the ink is referring to. (For anyone who doesn’t know it’s Bendy and the ink machine. I love Alice Angel so that’s how I kinda know that franchise)

I remember when you made your oc Laurence Winters? I think that’s the character inspired by Sammy Laurence. I am so sorry I can’t rewatch to correct myself I have terrible memory. As soon as you had said you were into demonology I was shocked when you grabbed the Bendy reference. It isn’t often I find an artist that likes the same stuff I do. So that was cool to know!

I am so sorry that this makes no sense and it’s all over the place. I really love your work and I really hope I can learn more on how to story write from you in future draw with me video. I really hope you will keep going (Make sure you rest and take care of yourself don’t overwork yourself!)

Hi Katie!! I’m doing very well actually, and I hope you’re doing the same too ^_^

No need to apologize about the messy ask hehe I don’t mind at all!! But to answer your questions…

A lot of things have inspired me to start drawing. It’s mainly my passion for cartoons that drove me to pursue art. I was really into Spongebob and Tom & Jerry as a kid and would regularly draw them whenever I could during school. I started interacting with fandoms pretty early on in my childhood and seeing so many big artists (specifically those on Tumblr, Deviantart, and Amino) made me really interested in learning digital art.

I think I started drawing digitally around 2016 but only took it seriously during 2018. I wasn’t all that good with drawing so I used Gacha Life as a base to help during my first years. Which… I guess you could say my art style is inspired by it? I don’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s really hard to say what influences my style since I don’t have heavy inspo you can point out. Honestly, any artist I follow or talk about is someone I’m inspired by. LavenderTowne and Dreamalgia are the ones that come to mind first though since I adore their work :P

I’m really glad my content’s entertaining and helpful to you!! It’s always a delight when people say that especially since I doubt my own capabilities with content creation sometimes lol. After all, I kinda just throw crap at the wall and see what sticks. I’m the most unprofessional YouTuber ever 😭

But yes, Lawrence is my OC that’s inspired by Sammy!! I think it’s very obvious since they’re basically the same person, but just in a different font. Bendy has been a longtime special interest of mine, actually. I’ve been fixating on it ever since the first chapter of the first game came out. A lottt of my characters are inspired by the characters in Bendy. Joseph Sinclair, for example (and I’m sure you can tell from the name alone), is inspired by Joey Drew. Especially when he used to be a sleazy villain archetype until I changed him into a dorky mess.

I have another character by the name of Thomas Huxley (again, obvious name) who’s sort of inspired by Thomas Connor. I’ve shown him on Twitter before but here he is since I’ve never shown him on here before!!

Honestly, most of my characters are just inspired by other existing characters lol. But Bendy is definitely the biggest influence I have on my work. Literally love that franchise so much I could ramble about it all day if I wanted to.

Other than that, thank you so much!! I won’t overwork myself but hopefully (fingers crossed) that Draw With Me will come back soon. I have tons of ideas for the comeback of that series and I can’t wait to show it all soon :3c

[toyama-division]

Kensaku’s Thoughts on Fukuoka Division

Eko Seishin

“Hey, a male idol? That’s a new one! I guess being a guy dancing and singing on a stage as a group isn’t something most guys go for. Wonder what made Eko-kun pursue the career. Maybe he has an idol of his own? Or was he just in it for the fame and money? My bets on the former - Eko-kun seems like a good kid. He seems like the type who was inspired by someone really great!”

Mai Yousei

“Professional dancer! Now that is something I could never do, ahaha! I suffer from the awful condition of two left feet. It’s a good thing that I don’t dance very often. I’d hate to embarrass myself. Oh, but I’m sure Mai-san is great at it. I just wonder what sort of dance style they specialize in… Why? Well, so I can give accurate puns of course! It would be offensive if I made breakdancing puns to someone who does ballet. It would be a real pointe of contention! Ha! Get it?”

Yuno Kamora

“Huh, that’s funny. Wonder why the other butler we reviewed was so… Hm? Oh, sorry. We were talking about Yuno-san, right? A butler for hire… Man, I didn’t know that was even a service you could hire! It would be nice if I could have someone like him help keep my apartment tidy… I dunno how comfortable I would be having a stranger in my home all the time though. So I guess I’ll have to pass on the idea. Tempting, but I like my usual routine.”

OverDrive

“What’s the choice behind the team name? It doesn’t feel like a pun, nor does it feel as symbolic as it should be… Well, either way, it should be fun to see these three go at it! They’re battling MIHANASA right? The other Fukuoka team? That should be a relief for us. I remember feeling a little worried about the possibility of facing off against the team with the clown. You just can’t beat a clown in a competition to make people laugh!”

[gothamxwattpad]

Writer’s block doesn’t have me stuck.

I have me stuck.

I have multiple directions I want to go but can only pick one because each one changes what happens next.

One direction has me writing from the POV of a character that doesn’t really hold a lot of weight in the story, I mean, she does play her part. She’s the daughter of a former gang leader who still holds great power and influence over the other gangs in Uptown and Midtown Gotham. He did a thing (no spoiler) that got innocent people killed to save him and his own family. He’s had to live with that guilt and now his daughter has to live with it too.

Another direction has me jumping to the main character’s best friend’s plot line, (that was very wordy, my apologies). Him being the street art & comic book loving little punk he is, that would send him down a rabbit hole, (pun intended- no spoilers), which would skip ahead to present conflicts. I’d actually like to save that for a little later on.

Or I can continue on with my chapter three being in the same POV of my main character from chapter two. I’d like to go ahead and post chapter two but not until I’ve figured out what I’m doing with chapter three. (Again I apologize for the word soup, it’s been a long day).

After writing all of this, i didn’t even consider I have other characters I can play around with, after all, my biggest issue with rewriting was how many characters I have and that I kept trying to write it from one POV, the main character’s, and it wasn’t working.

I’m not pantsing, (you know, writing from the seat of my pants), I am following the same storyline I already have, just trying to do it better. I have another version of my fic, GothamX, on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own(AO3) and it’s okay. It’s not great and it needs a lot of organizing and editing and some love and affection. THAT was me pantsing.

But I’m trying and I keep reminding myself that little progress is still progress and this project is not work, it is art & fun & for myself. I wanted something different from all the other Harley Quinn and Joker fanfictions on Wattpad.

If you can’t find what you want to read in fanfiction, make what you want to read. Because chances are, you’re not the only one that wants that story.

(sorry, I’m derailing again)…

I really wanted to be close to done with part one by the end of January. Part One is the first night. It sets up the basis for everything else to come. The First Night. The First punch thrown. The First storm…

If I can get through part one, I can branch out more on the other plot lines with my other characters.

Welcome to my Tedtalk and thank you for letting me ramble on. Feel free to ask questions and such.

Tagging @dyrewrites since you said it was okay to brain dump on you😅

All of this was actually pretty helpful. I should brain dump more often.