#spends way too long finding excuses to hang around that person (more than he already does anyway) hoping they'll tell him what's wrong

[syn0vial]

i regularly get tags in my boba fett posts that say something along the lines of "#he needs a hug" so i'd like to pose a question to my fett fan followers:

assuming it came from someone he genuinely likes and cares about (think beviin or mirta), how do you think boba would react to someone hugging him?

[heich0e]

"can i call you later?"

the wind bites at your cheeks, but the sting you feel is as much from the smile on your face as it is from the chill.

"dunno," you muse, pursing your lips as though you're contemplating the question deeply. "can you?"

rintarou groans, but the sound isn't half as plaintive as it ought to be. you watch as his head hangs down defeatedly where his frame is folded over the railing that lines the front of the train station, his body pitched forward over the barrier like he's trying to reach you on the other side.

you've been saying goodbye for the past twenty minutes—or, you've been trying to. sort of. maybe. the train you'd planned to catch has already come and gone, and the next is set to soon arrive. one more and it will be the last of the night, but not even knowing that fact seems to be moving you closer towards the door to the station—content to stay here, like this, as the wind of the late fall night nips at your cheeks and the two of you muddle through your goodbye with the inelegance of two people who couldn't be less committed to it if they tried.

rintarou lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"i mean it, though." he says. "can i call you tonight?"

your stomach flips when he looks at you this way. when he keeps looking at you this way.

"we just spent hours together," you remind him, but your words are too breathy to make impact. too elated to be reproachful.

you've been on three dates with rintarou now. you think they're dates anyway, though it's never explicitly been stated. his invitations are always casual, sandwiched in between all the other texts he sends to you these days, so you might be reading into things too closely for your own good. but dinner doesn't just feel like dinner when rintarou has this way of looking at you like you're the only person he's ever laid his eyes on.

"i know," he answers. it's not an explanation, or an excuse, or even an apology. it's plain acceptance. a shamelessness you find wretchedly endearing.

you glance back at the station behind you, biting the inside of your cheek to temper your delight.

"my train is coming," you say.

he looks a bit crestfallen. laughably glum, considering the circumstances.

you drag the heel of your shoe back ever so slightly, not quite a step—at least not in any meaningful way—but inching in the direction of the doors at a glacial pace. continental drift seems positively hasty in comparison to your retreat.

"bye," he calls, his tone dejected. you watch as he lifts his hand weakly, still slumped over the railing, and waves at you with only a few fingers raised.

you want to laugh, but your chest is so full of something else—something syrupy and fluttering and good—that it's like there's no space for it underneath your ribs.

you call back to him just before you step into the station.

"rintarou—"

there are other people around, stepping between and around you both—rushing into the station to escape the cold, or moving briskly as they brace themselves and step out into it—but you hardly notice them when your eyes meet.

you smile.

"—call me later."

he calls you almost every night after that.

even as the cool autumn winds change with the seasons; carrying flakes of snow as winter blankets nagano, warming with the spring, turning heavy with humidity in summer, and then repeating the cycle anew.

even as your reluctant goodbyes turn from late nights outside of train stations to early morning words whispered under blankets as rintarou leaves for practice or away games.

even as the uncertainty of whether or not you're getting your hopes up—of whether those meetings were even really dates at all—melts away into nothing more than a memory.

you're not even sure what the two of you manage to spend so much time talking about on the phone. nothing, really. everything in its own right. rintarou's phone calls are something you come to look forward to at the end of a long day. something you anticipate when you have exciting news to share. a comfort when you're missing him and a relief when you need him most.

"is that the last one?" you ask, turning just in time to see your boyfriend—your live-in boyfriend now, officially—flop back on the sofa after he drops the last moving box atop the stack piled near the balcony door.

"yeah," he wheezes, evidently winded from the exertion—from the exhaustion—of moving house. you laugh a bit to yourself as you shuffle over to the sofa, leaning over the back so you can peer down at him where he lays sprawled against the cushions.

"aren't you a professional athlete?" you tease him. "shouldn't you have better stamina?"

rintarou cocks a brow, something sly swimming behind his gaze.

"i need better stamina?" he drawls. "you're usually complaining about the opposite."

you roll your eyes in the wake of his remark, grabbing a throw pillow from beneath his head and yanking it from under him unceremoniously, only to press it lightly against his face.

you shuffle back towards the kitchen where you'd left the box you were unpacking abandoned. you grab a plate from inside the cardboard and turn to place it on the shelf you'd decided would house your dinnerware.

"it's late," you tell him, reaching for the next plate in the box. "you should go wash up first."

you don't get a reply, and that surprises you. you creep over to the sofa again, only to find rintarou staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"hey," you laugh a little, leaning on your elbows against the back of the couch. "where'd you go?"

rintarou's gaze snaps back to yours. he still looks at you like he did on your first date. like he did outside the train station on your third. he smiles, bit it's a bit sheepish.

"sorry, was just thinking," he answers quietly. he reaches up from where he's lying on his back, brushing his thumb against your cheek. his smile turns a little bit giddy, then. boyishly charming. "can't believe we finally got a place together."

you lean into his touch, huffing a little breath through your nose—halfway to a laugh.

"guess you won't have to call me anymore," you joke, and rintarou's expression changes—falls slightly—but only for a moment. you realize what you've said, or at least think about the implications more, and you sort of understand the shift.

you fell in love through those phone calls.

you'll miss them—the ritual, the familiarity, the comfort—even though you know they've been replaced by something better.

you turn your face, pressing a fleeting kiss to rintarou's palm. "go wash up," you tell him again, heading back towards the kitchen and your (now twice abandoned) box of plates.

he seems to heed your advice this time, peeling himself up off the sofa and shuffling off in the direction of the washroom.

"don't use all the hot water!" you call after his retreating frame, and you hear him reply noncommittally under his breath before the door clicks closed behind him.

you've only got three dishes left to unpack before your box is emptied, but the shelf you'd been organizing doesn't seem to want to accommodate all of your bowls in the way you wanted, so you're left arranging and rearranging them as you try to find a way to get them to fit.

in the back pocket of your jeans, your phone begins to ring. with three plates balanced in one hand, you reach for it with the other—the movement muscle memory now, instinct more than volition, after all this time. you answer the call without even looking at the screen, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continue juggling the dishes in front of you.

"oop—hello?"

you pause after you answer the call, realizing for the first time that you shouldn't be getting a call at all. not at this time of night. not in this apartment.

the line is quiet, just the sound of breathing that you could recognize anywhere to be heard from the other end of the call.

"why are you calling me?" you ask rintarou, but the words are light. too fond to be reproachful.

you hear rintarou laugh—from the other end of the call and from the other side of the bathroom door.

"just wanted to hear your voice," he answers you (the same way he has a thousand nights before when you've asked him that same question.)

"you're ridiculous," you tell him, completely enamoured.

"i know," he replies.

it's quiet for a moment as the two of you stand on opposite sides of your apartment. on opposite ends of your call.

you shift a stack of bowls a little to the left. it all fits now. just the way you wanted it to.

"y'know, the hot water won't run out as fast if we shower together—"

you hear the bathroom door open, and when you look over your shoulder, rintarou is peeking at you from around the edge of the door—his phone held to his ear, a smile on his face you know is mirrored on your own, and a look in his eye that's never once wavered.

he tilts his head.

"—wanna join me?"

[harmonicakai]

Like Real People Do

Pairing: Gyuvin x Reader

Summary: You find yourself falling for the cute boy whose writing assignments you proofread, and discover that your lives have been intertwined for longer than you thought.

Tropes: tutor!reader, basketball player!gyuvin, writers, soulmates, college AU, fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: literally none it’s so cute

A/N: This is a formal apology for my Beomgyu angst <3

“And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?” —Invisible String, Taylor Swift

Gyuvin certainly doesn’t need any help with English, but it gives him a good excuse to spend time in between classes and basketball practice staring at you.

If anything, your talents would be better suited to helping one of his classmates understand all the old poems or crazy novels that they get assigned, but he’s the one who lucked out when your former professor suggested you read her most promising student’s work.

From the first draft, you were hooked, and had somehow started a writer’s circle where just the two of you meet weekly to share your works in progress. 

In no time, you’ve helped Gyuvin become one of the top students in Writing 101, and he’s worried you’ll notice that he’d be just fine if you stopped helping him. Still, the A’s keep rolling in and you keep meeting up with him anyway.

When Gyuvin’s latest short story gets nominated for a departmental prize, you’re over the moon for him.

“You are so amazing,” you smile up at him. “We should celebrate! That’s a really big deal. I was nominated last year, but didn’t come close to winning.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he points out, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. “Really, Y/N. If I win, it would be just as much your prize as it would be mine.”

“Don’t be silly,” you say, packing up the rest of your lunch. You usually only see him in the library at your designated meeting time, but today, he sought you out in the courtyard to make sure you were the first person he told. “I’m just the editor. All of the ideas came from you. Plus, I’m only good at English because I grew up speaking it. It’s much more impressive for you to have learned it recently and write at the level that you do.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Y/N,” he replies, helping you up off your picnic blanket. Before you can do it yourself, he’s already reaching down to fold it, his long arms handling the fabric with ease. “You’d write circles around me any day.”

“I don’t want to get into another compliment war,” you giggle, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. Recently, it’s been filled with way too many books, and your classes are so jam-packed that you never have time to run back to your room in between them.

“Here, Y/N, let me,” he says, taking your backpack from you. He’s already got his own on, but he wears yours over his front, barely even flinching at the extra weight. “Where are you headed next? I’m done with my classes for the day, so I can walk you.”

He’s always been desperate to ask you to hang out outside of your brainstorming sessions, but every time he thinks he’s worked up the courage, you’ll laugh or smile or even just glance at him and his brain short circuits.

“I have a music class across campus in thirty minutes,” you reply. “Don’t you live the other way, though? You really don’t have to walk me. It’s pretty far.”

“I want to,” Gyuvin reassures you. He offers his hand. “Here. I walk pretty fast, so let’s make sure I don’t leave you behind.”

You hesitate for a moment before taking it. You’ve had a crush on Gyuvin ever since the two of you first crossed paths—he’s the literal embodiment of sunshine trapped inside a cute boy—but things have only ever been friendly between the two of you.

His hand is big, wrapping itself around yours almost entirely. The walk is silent, although you swear you can hear your heart about to beat out of your chest as you pull him along your usual route. Gyuvin makes sure to always let you lead.

“You know,” you start, still not looking back at him. “We’re kind of like Orpheus and Eurydice right now.”

Gyuvin lights up at the reference, with mythology being one of the first things you two really bonded over. “If you looked back at me, the only thing I’d probably die of is how cute you are, Y/N.”

You’re glad you’re turned away so he can’t see the bright blush that’s spread across your cheeks. His words get you so flustered that you don’t even notice you’ve stopped walking.

“Did I say something wrong?” Gyuvin asks, his voice laced with concern. He moves to face you, your height difference causing him to crane his neck down. Meanwhile, your gaze is locked on your shoes.

“Gyuvin,” you say, still refusing to meet his eye. You pull him over to a nearby bench. “Remember when I said I liked the love story you wrote the other day?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he confirms. “You complimented me on how realistic it was and I told you it was only because I based it off of real life.”

“Was it…” your words catch in your throat, unable to face the embarrassment of if you’re wrong. “Was it about us?”

“Yes,” he admits almost immediately. You finally turn to face him, greeted by a nervous look. “Listen, Y/N. I only wrote it because I knew you’d read it, and I thought maybe if you saw how good characters that were a lot like us could be together, you’d give me a chance in real life. But you didn’t really notice, or maybe you just wanted to ignore it, so I kind of abandoned all hope of us ever being together.”

You blink back at him. How could you be so oblivious? Your entire major was based on analyzing words, and you couldn’t even see that he wanted to be with you so badly that he had to write it into existence.

Words always come easy to you, except at this very moment.

“You abandoned all hope?” is all you can manage to get out. You try to pull your hand away, but he only grips it tighter.

“I tried,” Gyuvin says, his voice soft. “But you’re all I ever think about. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be capable of writing someone who even comes close to how wonderful I think you are, Y/N. There just aren’t words to describe all the ways in which you’re special to me.”

You laugh, his words making tears well up in your eyes. “You know, I used to go to basketball games a lot before we even met, just so I wouldn’t have to feel so lonely all the time. And I remember liking your smile and the way you always encouraged your teammates. I would go home and wish I had someone like you in my life.”

“You’re kidding,” he says, taking out his wallet. You knit your brows in confusion, watching as he pulls out a small piece of paper and unfolds it. “Here.”

He hands it to you and your eyes widen at the words printed out. It’s the poem that you had published in the school’s literary magazine last spring about wanting to romanticize your life. Talking about your feelings makes you anxious, but nobody reads those publications. Except for Gyuvin, apparently.

“I liked you before we even met, too,” Gyuvin confesses. “Your poem is actually the reason I got into writing in the first place. I used to read it before all of my games, but I know all the words by heart now, so I just keep it in my wallet for good luck.”

This all feels too good to be true, but his touch keeps you grounded in reality.

“Maybe I should start coming to basketball games again, then,” you think out loud. “I stopped going because I felt awkward not knowing anybody.”

“Well, now you’d know me, and I’ll make sure the whole team gets to know you, too, okay?” The way he smiles at you, his eyes so full of light, takes your breath away.

“Really?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief. The thought of meeting so many new people at the same time scares you, but if Gyuvin likes them, you’re sure you will too.

“On one condition,” he says, closing the gap between the two of you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand settling on your cheek. “I get to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

“Deal,” you grin, inching closer until your lips are pressed against his. You’re nervous that he’ll somehow figure out that you’ve only ever read about kissing in books, but the way he melts into you tells you that he doesn’t mind.

“You’re going to be late for class,” Gyuvin reminds you, pulling away. He desperately wants to keep going, but not at the expense of your grades.

“Class can wait,” you say, leaning in for another kiss. Your fingers lace themselves through his soft, messy hair. “I said we’d celebrate your nomination, so let’s celebrate.”

[missyandthemisfits]

Bakusquad x Chubby!Fem

Katsuki Bakugo 

- So he actually prefers them on the thicker side??? That said his ideal match is someone who is thickfit, someone who's a little heavier than most other girls but doesn't shy away from working out or training

- Shows determination and drive and he's most definitely attracted to that above all else 

- It feels much less a confession from him and more like a feral dog laying claim to his favorite toy at the expense of a much less intense dog-

- He noticed how uncomfortable (Name) was getting with all the attention of the upper classmen, eyes narrowing as he watched you tug on your sweater nervously

- He was already a little miffed that they'd gotten out of class as late as they did, but having (Name) harassed right outside the school gates? Not on his watch

- "Hey zeros, get lost."

- "What did you say to me, blondie?"

-"I said," he slides an arm around her waist suddenly, the other hand crackling with miniature explosions, itching for a fight, "Get lost." 

- They're obviously nervous but attempt to play it off with a click of the tongue and an unconvincing 'whatever' - they scamper off into the distance 

- "Um...Thank you, Bakugo."

- She's kind of a blushing mess, hands on her hot cheeks and he releases her, quick to turn in the opposite direction, ears bright red

- "Dammit all - Do I seriously have to babysit you like this?"

- It's all he says but he makes no effort to ditch her, slowing up just a bit to match her speed

- I'm not saying he's whipped but uhhh ...he definitely softens up some around (Name)

- He won't say a single thing outright but she notices the subtle changes- it's in the way he finds an excuse brush against her soft skin (while complaining, naturally) when handing her whatever it is, the way he allows his knee graze hers as they sit on the sofa half listening to Kaminari's endless whining, in the way he always ends up standing next to her in any social setting.

- It's cute but the pining drags on for a while because truly neither of them knows how to bridge the gap between friendship and more-

- A very, very slow burn 

Eijiro Kirishima 

- He may be all about fitness, but he is WEAK for a soft, sassy girl. And believe me - the sassier, the better

- Cannot fathom why either he is just really, really into girls like that

- Coincidentally, he's into the shy type as well. But let's face it, he could really link up with most ANY personality save for someone overly bitchy- 

- Upon meeting (Name), there's a weird thump of his heart that he doesn't quite recognize, so he just shakes it off and introduces himself with that adorable toothy grin he gives out like candy

- They're friends instantly (because how could you not be?) and hit it off right away, hanging out with and without the entire crew quite often. He usually is unable to sit still for too long without getting drowsy (he exerts himself a lot so), giving (Name) the perfect opportunity to not only catch up on manga, but to sneak a few glances his way 

- She may or may not have snuck a few pictures of one sleeping Kirishima 

- Always wakes up with tousled hair, disoriented. And without fail, no matter the time of day, is greeted warmly with a "Morning Sleepyhead. Love your hair."

- He's always embarrassed just enough to adorn a light dusting of a blush while smoothing down his hair completely 

- It's during one of these peaceful and (usually) undisturbed  moments that he realizes his heart is beating a little faster than it should be and he enjoys spending time with (Name) far more when it's just the two of them- 

- And suddenly the lighthearted teasing Ashido had been subjecting him to makes total sense

- Plans probably the cheesiest confession one day after class, complete with a nervous but excited grin - too bad his friend group decided to eavesdrop

- "About time!" Kaminari 

- "I'll say." Sero, huge grin on his face

- He's quick to race toward them and roughhousing ensues, but not before tossing another glance at a giggling (Name)

Denki Kaminari

- While he's not necessarily against having a heavier significant other, he may prefer someone closer to his size - baby boy is a little insecure about his own physique, especially in comparison to his friends 

- That said he took one look at (Name) and immediately was starstruck by just the cutest plump girl he ever did see - he actually hesitated to approach, believe it or not

- But he lives by the motto 'You miss 100% of the shots you don't take' so in true Kaminari fashion, he saunters over, smolder in full force as he shoots his shot

- She blinks once, twice as if trying to decide whether or not to respond and he starts to sweat, backpedaling under the gaze of the cute girl and her friends

- "...Or not? Sorry, I'll just uh head that way now-,"

- She catches his hand

- "I was waiting on you to introduce yourself properly, but I guess I'll go first. I'm (Name). And you are?"

- He stutters a bit, lamely and she finally cracks a smile

- "Nice to meet you Kaminari. So, Friday night you said? I may have to flake on something but you're just cute enough for me to bail."

- He is visibly taken aback by her boldness

- "Really...? I mean yea, that's - yea!" 

- Smooth

- They exchange numbers and things move pretty quickly from there since they're both pretty avid texters - he's pleasantly surprised to find she's as into music as he is, even his more eclectic selection 

- "I know it's niche and honestly I can't really understand all the lyrics cause English, but it just sounds like a lowkey banger, ya know?" 

- She nods enthusiastically

- "I see why you like it!" She's humming along with her eyes closed and his heart is doing backflips because somehow, he managed to find a cute girl who likes even the most embarrassing parts of himself

- His eyes flicker back and forth from her jovial form to her plush lips and he desperately wants to close the gap but can't seem to find the courage 

- Defeated by overthinking, he leans over just enough to let his head fall onto her shoulder, positive she could feel the heat radiating from his face 

- Getting the girl? No problem. Planning and planting a dynamite first kiss? Difficultly level 90

Hanta Sero

- Sero truly doesn't discriminate in any capacity, so it makes no difference to him what size his lady love is 

- Althooough it certainly excites him more than one might think, the prospect of having a thick woman on his arm to spoil and tease equally

- He's a firm believer in developing a friendship before pursuing a relationship, not only does it create stronger, deeper bonds but it sort of ensures that he gets to know and love the real them, no filter 

- Can't lie, the crush is more than likely instant, from the moment he saw (Name) he knew he wanted to try and woo her - but these things take time and finesse 

- So the hang out sessions are frequent and she's invited to pretty much every squad hangout from then on. He gets to know her that way; trips to the mall or comic book store, lazy rainy days where they decide which movies to marathon(Bakugo will complain if he doesn't approve mind you), video game tournaments they host in the dorm commons...he very much enjoys getting to know his plump companion and the crush starts developing into something a lot more substantial 

- He starts telling jokes to the group just to get a laugh out of (Name) and involuntarily deflates a bit if it doesn't land. Also starts making solo hangouts a more of a thing, partially to gauge her reaction and partially because, well, you know

- While he's still completely positive he wants to be in a relationship with (Name) the closer they get, the more apprehensive he becomes. He's not the most attractive guy in the room and he's certainly not the smartest or strongest, but he was still a suitable enough to date, right...?

- It's on a night where she's bundled up under his spare blanket and leaning into him that the confession tumbles out. They're watching some show he was only vaguely interested in on her phone, a perfect excuse to scoot in close enough for him to rest his chin on top of her head

- "So, hey," his voice is barely above a whisper

-  "Uh huh?"

- "Would you be opposed to going out with me tomorrow?" 

- She takes a beat

- "Like a date?"

- He inhales sharply before pulling back to look her square in the eyes so that she knew this was wasn't a joke of any kind

- He nods and confirms, hoping for the best but fully expecting the worst. Suddenly, she pulls him close shakily, hiding her face in his baggy shirt

- "I didn't think you'd ever ask..."

- He chuckles lightly, wrapping his long arms around her

- "Sorry it took so long."

Can’t remember if I posted this here or not lol

[duskandcobalt]

stargirl

Elain and Azriel are spending a bit of time together when she has a vision, a vision of her nails in the kitchen...

surprise! I wrote this little quickie on a complete whim over the last couple of days because I think Elain deserves to have a sexy little vision that isn't about cassian dying

1.7k words ft implied sex via prophetic visions

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inspired by....

It’s a crisp Autumn morning in Velaris but the River House kitchen is toasty, the fire from the brick oven warming the space. The sun is only just beginning to rise, vibrant colours seeping into the otherwise dark sky outside the large picture window that overlooks the garden.

Most of the house is still asleep but Elain is already hard at work, the sleeves of her pale yellow dress are pushed up to her elbows as she puts her heart and soul into rolling out dough for the cinnamon rolls that she’d woken up extra early to make… all because a certain someone had mentioned in passing that he had a particular penchant for them a few days ago. 

That certain someone in question is the only other person awake. He’s perched on a stool across the counter, nursing a steaming cup of black coffee as he watches her work with eyes that are still bleary with sleep. His dark hair is messy - strands going in every direction. He’s in a white t-shirt, a few tiny holes around the neckline indicate that perhaps it’s his preferred sleep shirt. A pair of heather grey sleep pants are slung entirely too low on his waist. 

Not that Elain had noticed. 

He’d come downstairs half an hour after she’d started puttering around the kitchen, quietly mumbling a ‘good morning’ before he made them both coffees and began his “interrogations” as Elain had lovingly come to call this ruse of his. A routine he’d developed where he’d find an excuse to be wherever she was and ask questions about whatever task she was working on that particular day.  

She’d held back a smile when he’d asked her what her preferred type of flour was this morning. Knew that this was his way of finding reasons to talk to her, to spend time with her - just the two of them and these quiet moments before anyone else had woken up or long after everyone had gone to bed.

Elain didn’t mind. Quite the opposite actually, she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit to the warmth that built in her chest and low in her stomach whenever he approached her. She always answered his questions, asked him a few of her own just to keep him around longer. 

Afterwards, when time caught up with them and they were forced to go about their days or nights separately, she’d think of his small smiles, the way he blushed each time she looked at him a little too long. And sometimes, more often than she’d ever admit, she allowed herself to think of the smattering of dark hair under his belly button that travelled down under the waistband of his pants, visible only when his shirt would rise as he reached for the mugs that she kept unreasonably high in the cupboard for this very reason. 

…

Elain is explaining the merits of grinding her own cinnamon to Azriel when it happens, that familiar haziness clouding her eyesight as everything fades and she’s whisked into some sort of alternate space.

The vision comes in stages, as it always does. 

The sight in front of her is the first to transform.

The dough she’d been rolling out is gone - the counter clear except for the rag that she uses to wipe it down. Azriel isn’t sitting in front of her anymore and the rising sun is nowhere to be seen. A sliver of moonlight and a few flickering candles are the only things illuminating the otherwise dark kitchen. 

Her yellow dress and apron have been replaced by a thin cotton nightgown that’s currently bunched up around her waist, one strap hangs off her shoulder. Her hands are splayed out on the counter, fingertips spread wide as her nails desperately scratch at the surface for leverage. 

She glimpses the golden arms on either side of her body, the dark swirling tattoos. Recognises the pair of obscenely large hands braced on the countertop directly next to her own, notices the distinct scars that cover them.

Before she can wrap her head around what she’s seeing, she begins to feel it. 

She feels the strain on her calves from being raised up on the very tips of her toes. The cold granite of the benchtop is agonising against her peaked nipples as her breasts brush roughly over the surface. She’s conscious of the heavy weight of his strong body over hers, the glide of his bare chest against her arched back - the friction eased by the thin sheen of sweat covering their bodies. 

The last thing she feels before the sound fades in is the delicious burn in between her legs, the blissful stretch of her body around him as he sinks deep into her.

She’s just caught on to exactly what this is when she hears it all - the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin at a punishing pace, the rumble of his low voice in her ear saying things that are so unbelievably filthy she’d never dream of ever repeating them out loud. She hears her own voice but the rasp in it is unlike she’s ever heard it before as she screams. Actually screams . 

It’s Azriel’s name she’s crying out, over and over. It’s his name that echoes through the kitchen, punctuated only by the primal moans escaping her lips as she pleads for more. Begs him to go harder, faster. 

His name is halfway out of her mouth again, a wave of unfathomable pleasure just beginning to crest within her, when the haze lifts and it all changes back as quickly as the vision came.

The rolling pin has dropped from her hands and is laying at her feet. Her fingers are wrapped around the edge of the countertop, knuckles white with the force of her grip. The morning sun is shining bright through the kitchen window, the soft golden light matching the colour of her dress. 

Elain’s chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. The only thing that lingers from her vision is the desperate ache between her thighs. When she dares to look up, Azriel is staring at her - hazel eyes wide with shock. She wonders if maybe she’d said his name out loud. Prays that the way she’d been screaming it had occurred solely in her vision.

She looks away from his gaze quickly, her face heating as she glances at his hands only to remember how they’d been positioned on either side of her body. Flashes of what the two of them had been doing play on repeat in her mind.

It was only a few months ago that he’d noticed that she was a Seer and since then she’s had a number of visions. But none like this, none directly about herself . And certainly none like this - so visceral and explicit that there were no hidden meanings to be found, no need to decipher what she had just seen. 

Never in her life had she felt like that before, not that she had much experience. She just never fathomed that it could be that good. All she could think of was the feeling of him inside her coupled with the glorious weight of his body pressing hers into the benchtop. All she could think of was how much she wanted that vision to come to life, how much she wanted to hear him whisper all those filthy things again.

“Elain?” Azriel’s voice cuts through her racing thoughts. Had he been saying something to her this entire time? 

She lifts her eyes back to his, watches as his eyes scan her face… her throat. Watches the way they drift down and linger on the rise and fall of her breasts as she attempts to slow her racing heart. 

“Are you alright? Did you see … something?” He enquires, voice gentle although she doesn’t miss the heat in it. She doesn’t miss the shift in his scent either, the heady musk of it intermingling with the sweet scent of her own arousal.

Elain nods slowly, searching for anything to say. Any lingering hope that he hadn’t picked up on exactly what type of vision she just had is immediately dashed when his eyes lock on hers again and she sees the way they’ve darkened - sees the desire in them that she’s sure matches the desire in hers. 

She thanks the gods above when they both hear the sound of creaking floorboards at the top of the stairs. Azriel’s shadows come out from wherever they’ve been hiding, whisking away the scent of arousal in the air, just as Cassian appears at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Morning Elain, Az.” Cassian greets them as he saunters into the kitchen. “How are we ruining my diet today, El?”

“Cinnamon rolls…” Elain’s voice is traitorously breathy. She turns to face him, releases a deep sigh and attempts to plaster a smile on her face as she runs her sweaty palms over the front of her apron. She’s still flustered even with the distraction of a third party. “I just forgot I needed to do… something. Do you think you could finish grinding this cinnamon for me while I run upstairs?”

“I’ll do it.” Azriel speaks up before Cassian has a chance to reply. She doesn’t even look back at him before she nods and practically flies out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Elain curses under her breath as she quickly shuts the door to her bedroom and collapses on her bed. She tries to ignore the relentless need coursing through her body as she stares up at the ceiling and contemplates how months of this unspoken slow growing tension between them has suddenly culminated into something so tangible.

She wonders how she’ll be able to ever look him in the eye without thinking of him inside of her. Wonders how she’s supposed to continue with life as normal while knowing that this vision would stay embedded in the forefront of her mind until it came to fruition. 

After all this time spent fighting thinking of Azriel in this way, now that she’d gotten a glimpse of what could be, Elain thinks she may just go insane waiting.

[sizzleissues]

toxic (748 words)

Toxinelle/Marinette/Shadybug drabble thing

The apartment was a shell. 

The furniture they retained from the move sat in the positions they logically belonged to but there was no heart to their placements. The objects knew they were miles from where they were supposed to be and languished in their new dusty light. The space between them, places that should have contained something else — not something physical but a concept — was chillingly bare. Marinette doubted anyone had sat on the couch in a few days or treaded across the creaky floorboards in any direction other than to the bedrooms. The kitchen that had sung in its constant use; pots and pans clanging, cupboard doors slamming and kettles hissing — was quiet.

The lack of something pressed into her skin, a constant companion to her nowadays. 

Marinette could have tried to make this home, she had tried at first, back before she’d resolved herself to seek fulfilment through other means. Made dinner — burnt dinner — decorated the table and sat at its head and waited. If she hadn’t thrown out the food two months ago it would still be there, under the layer of mould it had accumulated. She tried to fill the house with song and light but no matter how many curtains she parted it never reached the shadows. Her parents were never home to see her efforts.

So she gave up and did her best not to spend too much time inside. Her new hobby helped greatly with that.

She hung her jacket up, dumping her belongings by the door and making her way through the apartment to close an open window. This may not be home but she didn’t want stray animals to make it theirs. As she passed the couch, her eyes caught on the enigmatic grin of her a certain stray cat, lazed across the disused cushions. He allowed her three seconds to process his appearance before leaping up and grabbing her wrist, pulling her against him.

“Found you.” 

She fought against his grip, weaker as Marinette than she was as Toxinelle. His grin only widened, flashing razor sharp fangs she’d seen tear through metal (and bloodier things.)

“It wasn’t that hard. Stop looking impressed with yourself.”

Griffe Noire dropped her wrist, putting distance between them as easily as he’d removed it. He detransformed, leaving the haughty Adrien standing in her living room. His height and slender frame was less elegant and more awkward as his civilian self — as if being human returned gravity to his body and mind. She already knew the depths of his mind quite well.

“I only had to find it ‘cause you wouldn’t tell me,” he said. If it had been Griffe Noire there would have been a smile to it, constantly making everything a game. Adrien, even though he was but another side of the same person, said it with a sulky tone. 

“I can’t have you here if my parents come home. Especially as Griffe Noire.”

“As if they would. You said they're never home with all the work they have to do to pay for your tuition.” He flopped onto the couch again, throwing her previous words back at her with an ease that didn’t articulate the slap to the face they were for her. Things she’s admitted in confidence tossed around like nothing when it had taken her everything to admit. He seemed to notice her silence and realise the impact of his words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Just that this would be the perfect place to plan and hang out. I'm a bit sick of the sewers. It wouldn’t be weird for us as civilians to be here either and it's private.”

“No. Not here. I’m keeping any chance of them knowing about this out of it.”

This was her line.

Adrien examined her for a moment. The strength of her stance and the resolute set of her jaw. He could care less if his father became embroiled in this, as long as it didn’t stop him from doing it. 

“Okay. Do you want to go now?”

Marinette looked around the apartment, she wasn’t sure for what. Maybe for an excuse not to say yes. To see her parents walk through that door and finally figure it all out. Take away her miraculous because she wouldn’t stop them and free her from the burden she’d brought upon herself. 

Then again, she quite liked tearing shit apart.

“Let's go.”

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Did you understand it? I'm I going in a direction you like? While I love a lot of peoples takes on the concept of the reverse world and have a few of my own, this particular is going for it all being quite toxic in its short amount of words.

Trying to get myself motivated to write but I am a fickle thing

Did you like it?? let me know and reblog blah blah blah etc.

[hebuiltfive]

Thundertober Day Nine: Heartbreak

Follows on from this small prompt fill: here

AO3 here

Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Warnings for: None, only for a heartbroken Squid. You should never leave a fight unresolved and Gordon is about to find out why the hard way. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Giving someone the silent treatment was never as easy as it looked.

When you’re used to having someone there, someone you could call at any hour of the day, someone you could always spend time with no matter how long you’d been in their company already, suddenly not having them around was almost torturous. To add salt to a wound, being the one to initiate that lack of presence hurt all the more, especially for Gordon.

Gordon, who loved the fiercest out of all his family.

Gordon, who was always the optimist (at least, on the outside).

Gordon, who never gave up on anything, not only because he carried that Stubborn Tracy gene but also because he genuinely believed there was always a way to resolve something, no matter how bad it seemed.

But this time, it had been Gordon who initiated the cold shoulder because he was hurt and he didn’t know how else to express his feelings.

She had let him down. Again. If this was the first or second time, maybe Gordon would have let it go and brushed it off, but it wasn’t. This was more like the third or fourth time within as many months. In fact, it was becoming a more common occurrence as of late and Gordon didn’t know what to do other than to feel hurt and betrayed. 

He wasn’t someone she could just hang on her arm. He wasn’t a way for her to pass the time. 

Gordon knew deep down that Penny didn’t think or feel those things, but in that moment, he couldn’t liken his own feelings to anything else. The way she’d been acting recently had been truly hurtful, as though she purposefully was pushing him away, and he couldn’t understand why.

She had been the one to ask him on that first date. She had been the one to suggest they finally went official. Now, she was the one who was cancelling plans at the last minute without a given reason as to why. None of it made sense.

In the absence of fully reasonable excuses, Gordon’s mind had inevitably begun to wander off into all sorts of directions.

Was he not what she thought he’d be? Maybe Penny had finally come to her senses and realised that Gordon wasn’t good enough for someone like her. It was a fear that Gordon knew was ridiculous — Penny had known him well enough long before anything between them had become official — but the fear held weight and that fear was something he’d been secretly believing for a lot longer than he’d care to admit.

Penny was Penny. She was smart and beautiful and graceful. She was well-put together.

Gordon was… Gordon. He had heart, he had brains and he had the looks but… Well, there was a reason why all his relationships prior to Penny had never hit that official mark. His schtick as the Funnyman had always been the downfall. Whenever the going got tough, his goofball personality would make itself known and apparently that had never been good enough for the others. Perhaps it hadn’t been good enough for Penny either.

He had tried. Gordon had really tried to not do that this time. 

Hence the silent treatment. 

That was a more grown-up thing to do, right?

When he’d awoken the next morning, he had begun to believe that it was just as immature, if not more so, but he stuck with it because what else could he do? He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to even think about it. So, the silent treatment it was. He ignored all calls from London, he ignored his brothers whenever they tried to bring whatever happened up, and he flat-out refused to be in the room whenever her name was mentioned — he was tired of the pain that came along with it.

Unfortunately for Gordon, this silent treatment didn’t last long. Two days after that damned call when Gordon had begun to offer the cold shoulder to Penny, she arrived on the island. Gordon locked himself in his room, refusing to come out even for Alan’s tempting offer of Celery Crunch bars and a binge-watch marathon of Into The Unknown. 

He had thought his plan of ignoring the situation was fool-proof, that he was a mastermind for thinking it up… Until he heard Penny’s gentle knock.

Her dulcet tone quietly echoed through the wood of his door. “Gordon? I know you don’t want to talk to me right now—”

He tensed up, jumping out from his bed sheets as though he was ready to run. To where, he had no idea. There was nowhere else to run. By locking himself away in his room, he had inadvertently given Penny an opportune way to corner him and force that conversation out of him. 

Gordon wasn’t going to take it. “Damn right I don’t! Go away.”

On the other side of the door, Penny paused.

Really nice, idiot, Gordon silently cursed himself for his brash response. No matter how angry or hurt he felt, he knew better than to lash out. Still, he didn’t apologise.

“I understand that you’re upset with me, and I’m sorry about what happened but—”

Gordon cut her off again. “You’re sorry every time, Pen. Sorry means you won’t do it again, but you keep blowing me off, so I’m sorry that I don’t believe you.”

“Gordon,” she tried again, her voice barely cracking despite her words, “you have to know that I didn’t mean to—”

“We’ve been over this, Pen! You didn’t want to. You couldn’t help it. Something more urgent came up.” Gordon was aware that his attempts to mock her, accent and all, was probably not aiding his attempts of seeming mature. He didn’t care. “You told me all of this a couple of nights ago already.”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Well, I don’t care about the truth. I make the time, Pen. I cancel the other things and I make the time for you.”

“You wouldn’t cancel a rescue call, and I would never ask you to.”

He felt like a caught fish with that one. It made him take a pause. Weaker, with a shake of his head despite Penny’s inability to see it, Gordon replied. “That’s different.”

“Believe me when I tell you that it is not.”

There was an uneasy silence that fell between them. Gordon had momentarily believed Penny had walked away, and he found himself desperately hoping that she hadn’t. For all the pain he felt from this falling out, despite being the one to initiate that silent treatment, Gordon had never before wanted to hold her so tightly in his arms. He debated going over to his locked door, placing a hand on the wood panelling and imagining Penny’s soft cheek beneath his fingers. He decided against it.

The silence was broken by another sigh from Penelope. It was barely audible, but Gordon heard it. It was almost enough to get him to open the door.

“I have to go.” She warned, leaving the rest of any explanation open for him to jump in, to fix it one last time.

But Gordon, foolishly, didn’t. “Then go. I don’t care.”

He regretted the words the moment they left his lips, and he would continue the regret them until the day he died.

Gordon heard Penny walking away, disguising what he was sure was a sniffle as a scuff of her shoe. He heard Virgil’s mumble through his door that Penny and Parker had left. He felt his already broken heart crumble just a little bit more and he had gone to sleep with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that night.

In the morning, he awoke to John’s call. A situation they were all needed on.

Penny had gone missing, taken during a mission that had gone wrong, and just like that, Gordon’s heart completely shattered. 

[butterflyintochains]

A Second Chance

Capping off the mini trilogy, we go to San Jose for the 2019 All Star Game. It's been over a year since the breakup, and neither of our two defencemen are doing well. Kris has tried his best to put it all behind him, and Erik high tailed it to the Sharks to get out of the east. But, six years don't just go away so easily.

The path of love never runs smooth, after all.

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It's a lovely January day in Pittsburgh, a bit of a chill in the air, a thin layer of snow, a light breeze, but a clear sky. Kris arrives at Cranberry for morning skate, he's feeling oddly good today, he's sleeping better than he was this time last year, doesn't burst into tears as easily. He's breathing deeper. He grabs his bag, and his coffee, and heads indoors. Already hearing excited chatter from his boys, never a dull day when you're a Penguin, and he can't wait to spend his entire career with Sid and Geno. There's still this dull ache, somewhere deep inside him, it'll never go away, but he can live around it for the most part. He arrives in the common area, and finishes his coffee. ''Tanger, speak of the devil!'' Dumo says, smiling brightly.

Kris bins his cup, and furrows his brows. ''Yeah? What's going on, Dumo?'' He asks his defence partner.

Jake saunters into the room. ''Congrats, man.'' Congrats? For what? Kris asks, removing his coat. ''What's going on, Guentzy?''

Tristan says. ''You and Sid are going to San Jose for the All Star Game!''

Oh, that's cool, Kris initially thinks. Then, all at once, it hits him. All Star Game, San Jose... Erik. He quickly excuses himself, and finds one of his usual quiet spaces. His hands are shaking, the tears are coming. Will this ever stop hurting him? Once upon a time, he longed for that free weekend with Erik, now it just feels like a punishment. He feels a hand on his back. ''It's okay, son, deep breaths.''

Kris dries his eyes. ''Mario, I...''

Mario assures him, pulling up a chair in front of him. ''It's okay, son. Sully told me about it just now, Sid and Flower will be there, and you don't need to speak to him if you don't want to.'' Flower too? That's good, someone else who will never hurt him. ''Okay, that's good, I've missed Flower.''

Mario gives him a fatherly smile. ''That's my boy, you good to suit up? Sully wants you guys for special teams drills.''

Kris stands, and nods. ''Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, Mario.'' Mario pats his shoulder. ''No need to thank me, you're my son.''

Kris suits up, and joins his brothers on the ice. Sid casts a worried glance his way, Kris just smiles and nods, before throwing a puck down for their powerplay unit.

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A couple of days before they leave, Kris is busy packing up. Buddha will be staying with Geno while they're gone. The thought of a lifelong cat person dogsitting two retrievers does make him laugh for a moment. He mentally runs through his checklist for the trip. He remembers to pack a pill sorter with his blood thinners. His phone rings, a call from Flower. ''Hi, Flower, what's up?''

Flower says. ''Nothing, just wanted to check in on you before this weekend, how are you?''

Kris sits down on his bed, and runs his free hand through his hair. ''I've been better, looking forward to hanging with you and Sid, but, there's... the other thing, and... it's difficult.''

Flower sighs, Kris has come a long way since last season, but, there's no true recovery from something like that. ''I know, mon ami, Mario has been keeping me posted. If it's any comfort, Vegas are thumping the Sharks.''

It should be, it really should be, and it would be in any other season. ''Keep it up, mon frere, hope we can play a cup final against each other.''

Flower chuckles. ''That's the plan.'' They talk a bit more, and hang up. Kris finishes packing, focusing on happy thoughts: Sid, Geno, Flower, and Mario - his family, Pittsburgh - his home.

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Sid picks him up on leaving day, Kris loads his bags into the car, jumps in, and they head off to the airport together. During the drive, they talk and share jokes in the car. Sid talks about something he and Nate discussed over summer. Kris is content to just sit and listen. They arrive at the airport, and get on their plane. A private plane chartered by the team. Sid is out like a light right away, Kris puts his head back, and looks out the window as they take off. Oh well, they'll be in the air for six hours, he might as well rest.

They both must sleep the whole flight away, because only landing wakes them up. The pilot announces their arrival, they thank him, grab their stuff, and get in the car to the hotel. Kris busies himself with texting the other defencemen on the team back home. ''Kris, can I ask you something?'' Sid says.

Kris nods, and puts his phone away. ''Yeah, of course.'' Sid asks, seeming to need to work on how to phrase this. ''Are you sure you're okay? You seem... wired.''

Kris assures his brother, Sid worries about people the way a mother does. ''I'm fine, Sid, promise.''

They get to the hotel, check in, and find Flower. ''Bonjour, mes amis.'' He hugs them both, only Geno is missing now. ''We've missed you, Flower.'' Sid says.

Kris assures his best friend. ''We're keeping the kids busy, though.'' Flower laughs. ''Good.''

They sit and talk, Claude and Nate joining them eventually. Kris feels it, those gorgeous brown eyes boring a hole in his skull. He doesn't turn around this time, but he'll be damned if his heart doesn't race.

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After media, comes the Skills Competition. Flower is up for Save Streak, Kris for Accuracy, and Sid is acting as moral support. Eight years ago, eight years since that amazingly weird weekend in Raleigh. Kris takes a deep breath, and lets it all go on the exhale. Fastest Skater is first. Kris takes his seat, and risks a look over at Erik, he must be feeling this nostalgia too, right? Rookies Elias Pettersson and Miro Heiskanen set amazing times, not too far from the one he himself set back then. But, Connor McDavid comes out on top. ''Good job, kid.'' Sid says to who could be his successor in the league, Kris doesn't see it, but, whatever.

Save Streak comes soon, Sid and Kris wish Flower luck, and he takes his place in the crease. He saves six shots, no heroics, none of his diving saves, thank God. Henrik Lundqvist goes double that, winning the challenge with 12 saves.

After Erik's turn at Premier Passer, he and Kris share a held gaze, as if challenging each other to speak first. They're both right here, in the same place again, so, why is this so fucking difficult? ''You okay, mon ami?'' Flower asks.

Kris nods, more to convince himself than anything. ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' He gives Erik another look, and redirects his focus to a conversation with Giroux.

John Carlson of Washington wins Hardest Shot. Then, Kris' turn at Accuracy comes up. He uses all the pent up emotions to take the five targets out. He comes second to David Pastrnak. Catharsis. ''God, that felt good.'' He says to Sid and Flower once back with them.

Sid chuckles. ''I bet it did.''

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That night, Kris is in his hotel room, relaxing for tomorrow's game. He'll be on Sid's hip as he should be. The city is still awake outside, but he's too focused on the racing highlights from Le Mans this summer. A knock comes at his door, he gets up to answer it, praying to God that it's Sid and Flower. It's not.

It's Erik, and he's still as gorgeous as he was in 2011, moreso actually. ''Oh, it's you. What do you want, Erik?'' He says, half tempted to slam the door. But, Erik looks tense, and he can't bring himself to do it. ''I want to talk to you, can I come in, please?''

Kris nods, and allows Erik in, They sit in silence for a few moments. Erik finally speaks. ''Kris, back in 2017, I fucked up, big time. I've regretted it ever since. You deserved better from me. I know this probably means nothing to you, and you've likely moved on, but...'' Kris cuts him off. ''I haven't, too busy wanting you back.''

Erik carries on. ''I know I don't deserve it, but, I love you, Kris Letang, and I'd do anything to get us back.'' He looks into Kris' eyes. ''I am so fucking sorry for everything I did to you. I'd do anything to undo it, stop myself from doing what I did.''

Kris swallows, thinking deeply about how to go forward from here. He's wanted Erik back since that night, this is the worst pain he's ever felt. And yet, there's no one else he'd rather be with. ''Erik, I've loved you since we got together, and I still do. I accept your apology, but forgiveness will need to come later. This has hurt like nothing else has, not even my stroke comes close. But, I love you, Erik Karlsson.''

Erik says, reaching out for Kris' hand. ''Kris, if you'll let me back in, can we give us another shot?''

Kris says, taking Erik's hand. ''I'd love that.''

They stand up from their seats, and lean into each other for a kiss, but, it's midnight already, their customary no-contact period before games begins. ''Erik, it's late, you should head home and rest up for tomorrow.''

Erik jokingly says. ''The Rule? We just got back together, and you're enforcing the rule?''

Kris runs his fingers through Erik's beautiful hair, getting to know how it feels again. ''If I don't, we'll never get out of this bed tomorrow. Go on, just another day, that's all I ask.''

Erik sighs. ''Fine, I love you.''

Kris laughs, truly laughs, for the first time in so long. ''I love you too.''

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Erik's Pacific team lose 10-4 to the Central team. Just as the Metro team are arriving and suiting up for their game against the Atlantic. Sid notices a spring in Kris' step, and a massive smile plastered on his face. He's back, back from the darkness he's been in for the better part of two years. At least, he's coming back from the darkness. To Sid's shock, Kris actually speaks while suiting up for the game, making happy conversation in french with Claude. ''Any words, captain?'' Kris asks, taping his stick one last time.

Sid gives his head a shake. ''Yeah, let's give them a show!''

They take to the ice, and Sid turns on the style for a really early goal, Seth Jones follows a minute later. Eichel cutting the deficit, Stamkos backing him up. ''Kris, you think you can keep Vasy busy for me?'' Seth asks.

Kris thinks over some strategy. ''Yeah, I think so.'' The plan works, Seth increasing the lead to 3-2 as the period ends.

They're 5-4 up midway through the second. Claude gets the puck, and fires it to Sid. ''Tanger, let them have it!'' And, he does, blasting home a goal from the circle.

In all the Metro team win 7-4. And will face the Central team for the win.

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The Metro team win the All Star Game 10-5 against the Central team. After formalities, the boys go for some well-earned dinner. Sid makes a beeline for Claude, Burnsie, and Nate. Flower puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder. ''You good if I join Sid, mon frere?''

Kris nods, looking at Erik securing them a table to themselves away from the crowd. He'll be fine now, he's sure of it. ''I'll be fine, Flower, promise.''

They split up, to their tables. It's just like skating, Kris finds, walking over to Erik, they share a beaming smile together. Some may say he took Erik back too easily, didn't grill him enough for the breakup. But, the flame they lit in Raleigh still burns bright. Kris sits down, and says. ''Good goal, Erik.''

Erik smirks. ''Likewise on both, Kris. Congrats on the win too.'' Kris chuckles. ''Second of two this weekend.''

They eat and drink together, the buzz of the bar quickly turning to white noise. At some point in the evening, Kris finds himself bored. He looks over to Sid and Flower, animatedly talking to the other Canadians. ''Wanna get out of here?'' He asks Erik.

Erik seems relieved. ''Thought you'd never ask. Lead the way.'' They get out of the crowded and noisy bar, and walk back to the hotel together, hand in hand. They go up to Kris' room, and close the door behind them. ''Well, the games are done, so...'' Erik says.

Kris just laughs, and pulls Erik in for a hug. Finally, after almost two years, they get their second first kiss. It's every bit as wonderful as their first. But, holding an unspoken promise in it. This is them now, giving this another chance. It's not going to be easy, but they are going to make this work again.

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Kris and Sid arrive back in Pittsburgh from San Jose. Sid embraces Geno when he sees him again, Kris smiles at the affection between his brothers. His heart does do that thing it does when he misses Erik, but the ache is lesser now, not like it was just last week. Geno also hugs Kris. ''You look different, Legend.''

Kris furrows his brows. ''Do I? How do I look different?'' They head inside for some lunch. ''You look like you did before our last cup. You look like you again.''

Kris assures his brothers. ''Trust me, boys, I have every reason to be happy right now.''

Sid and Geno don't pry, they don't ask him any questions, the reason for his sudden happiness is none of anyone's business. As long as Kris is back from the darkness, as long as all is well in their family, that's all that matters.

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A few days later, Kris is doing a clean up of his house, finally having enough energy to do a deep clean. He puts some stuff away, and looks above his TV, at his two cup winning jerseys, the ones he loves most. 2009, the first with his brothers. 2016, his single best goal ever. He takes some deep breaths, and goes into his office. 2017 hanging above his desk. The pain of that night will wear off in time now, as long as he's got Erik back. He contemplates what to do about the problem child, but resolves to put it up with the others. ''I got him back, and you hold no power over me anymore.''

Next, he goes to his shelf with his two beloved rings. 2009 and 2016 sparkling beautifully as always front and center. The third box sits at the back of the shelf, collecting dust against the wall. The other problem child will be brought into the fold. Kris dusts the box, and cleans the ring itself, placing it with the other two. ''I love Erik more than I resent you.''

Buddha barks happily, proud of him. His phone rings, it's Erik. ''Bonjour, amour.''

Erik says. ''Hello, hjartat. What's going on?''

Kris says. ''Doing a deep clean of my house, actually. Putting my 2017 cup ring and jersey back on display.''

Erik asks him, sounding shocked at that. ''You weren't displaying them?''

Kris shrugs, sitting down on the couch. ''It just hurt too much. But, now I have you back, they can be displayed.'' Erik goes silent, probably beating himself up for causing Kris that level of pain. ''Erik, listen to me, I'm okay now, please, don't beat yourself up for something you did so long ago.''

Erik sounds horrified with himself. ''Kris, it's 2019! You won that cup in 2017, another has been won since, and you couldn't be proud of it because of me!''

Kris says, knowing exactly how to stop this existential crisis. ''Erik, deep breaths. That was then, this is now. We're moving forward, remember?''

Erik seems to calm down, and he says. ''Okay, just promise me you'll not hide them when I visit at least?'' Kris laughs, but hopes Erik can let this go. ''I promise.''

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A few days later, Kris arrives for a training day with the boys. He arrives lighter, almost floating, talking excitedly to Geno about something. Tristan in particular is stunned by this new, happier, Kris Letang. He's only ever known a depressed one, one who gets that faraway look in his eyes. This one is the best one, though, definitely. He's wearing a blue coat with a golden scarf. A combo only he could get away with. ''Good morning, boys, anything cool happening?'' He asks, finishing his coffee.

Rusty blinks a few times, he's known Kris miserable, hurting, angry, calm, content. But, never this blissfully happy. ''Uhm, Night of Assists is coming up soon.''

Kris says, smoothing down his coat. There must be something significant behind the blue and gold, but no one can put their finger on what. ''Oh, cool, wondered when that was.''

Phil asks, looking dumbstruck. ''Okay, what the hell? Where has this come from all of a sudden?'' Kris flashes a serene smile, and assures his friend. ''Trust me, Thrill, I've got plenty of reasons to be happy.'' Geno adds, just as lost as everyone else, but he doesn't care. ''If the Big Three are happy, the team wins, don't question it.''

Kris nods, and claps Geno on the shoulder. ''That's what I said to Sid yesterday.'' He strides off to the dressing room, leaving several incredibly confused Penguins in his wake.

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Erik normally has trouble picking a suit out for himself for games, especially since the teams all started doing social media seriously. But, tonight's is a no-brainer. Red and white. The team are stunned when they see him that evening, Joe takes a look at his teammate. Decked out in red and white, glowing with happiness. ''You seem happy.''

Erik nods, and dusts off his jacket. ''I am, thanks for noticing, Jumbo.'' They get suited up for the game, and get going. Erik skating smoother now, sure, Kris is across the continent, but they're always together.

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During a rare off day, Kris drives down to PPG Paints, and goes to look at the team's five cups. The replicas sitting pride of place in their display cases. Two from Mario and Jagr. Three from himself, Sid, Geno, and Flower. All are labelled by year, Kris stands in front of the 2017 cup, he's had to look at this thing with a broken heart for nearly two years, he's let this thing own him ever since the final. Unable to look at it for more than a few seconds without crying, washing his hands to cleanse himself of the damage it did him. Now, he has Erik back, and all will finally be well again. ''I hope you know you failed, 2017.'' He tells it. ''Yeah, Erik dumped me over you, but guess what? I have him back, and you failed.''

Mario sidles up beside him. ''Was wondering when you'd say that. You and Karlsson are back together?''

Kris smiles, and nods. ''Yeah, happened at the All Star Game a couple of weeks ago.''

Mario nods. ''I was wondering where this new energy you have was coming from. Sid says you've been reborn.''

Kris chuckles. ''That's a good way to put it. I certainly feel that way, like I can breathe again. I've never felt pain like that, and I never want to feel it again.''

Mario assures him. ''You won't, son, trust me. You and Erik will last this time.'' Kris nods, Mario goes back to his office. Kris continues to look up at the cup. The cup that stole so much from him, has haunted him for so long. But, as he and Erik have agreed, that was then, and this is now. They're moving forward, this is their second chance.

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Summer comes quickly, and they skip Montreal altogether for a trip to Sweden. One evening, they're on the patio, huddled under blankets, watching the stars. Both are still pissed about being eliminated from the playoffs, but, at least they can be pissed off together now. ''Wonder how the final is going.'' Erik muses. Kris laughs. ''Probably deeply boring, amour. We'd have put on such a show.''

Erik concedes, a San Jose and Pittsburgh final would have been quite the spectacle. ''Fair enough, hjartat.'' Kris rests his head on Erik's shoulder, some tears forming in his eyes, Erik hears his partner sniffling. ''Kris, alskad, are you okay?''

Kris smiles, and dries his eyes. ''Yeah, tresor, I'm fine. Just... happy tears, I've missed us.''

Erik presses a loving kiss to his lips. ''I've missed us too, hjartat. I love you, Kris Letang.''

Kris goes in for a second kiss. ''I love you, Erik Karlsson.'' The most basic truth in their lives. Neither know what this second chance will yield them, hopefully they can both be Penguins someday, but, one day at a time.

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Okay, very happy with this one, the mini trilogy is finally done! Had to write them in chronological order, so sorry for the angst in part two. To make up for it, this one is a bit nicer, with the obvious spots of angst thrown in - recovery from heartbreak is not easy, y'know? I wanted to get across that Kris and Erik aren't letting the past own them anymore, they're moving forward together, and nothing is going to ruin that anymore.

Enjoy!!

Oh, and sorry for the heartbreak @tylerpitlicktruther

[skuntank]

Which Kalos gym leader do you think Diantha is most friendly/familiar with and which one do you think she knows about but doesn’t like? Cynthia has some friends among the Sinnoh (and Unova) gym league but I figure Diantha’s celebrity status might limit her non-work socialization a bit more.

OOHH thank u for this ..... lemme think

admittedly i dont have a lot of headcanons for other kalos league members, which is a bit of a shame, but unfortunately no one else interests me much so ive not given much thought to most of them btu this is a good excuse to!

(this got really long oops i do not blame anyone if no one reads it)

viola: outside of league stuff, i feel that they would know each other somewhat due to working together for photoshoots. also, i feel that violas sister alexa has probably interviewed diantha a few times and perhaps viola was there to record it. i think they would get along decently well but their relationship is just professional!

grant: again, another relationship that i see as amicable but just professional. maybe at most, he has helped diantha train for specific roles in terms of helping her get the hang of rock climbing basics and such but other than that i cant think of how they would interact much outside of league stuff.

korrina: so in the manga they do have a decent amoutn of canon interaction, but i dont remember much of it bc i only skimmed the manga to look at diantha lmao. but evidently, if korrina's grandfather was diantha's mentor at one point (i am assuming mentoring her in how to use mega evolution), then i am sure they have known each other for quite a while. i feel that perhaps diantha sees korrina as something of a younger sister, but unfortunately as theyve both gotten a bit older they dont get to spend as much time together as they may have once been able to when they were younger. korrina is probably one of the league members diantha has more of a history and familiarity with.

ramos: oh man is there even much info about ramos to begin with? i hate to just characterize him as "old person who is the grandparent of the league." maybe, as a gardener, i can see him doing some upkeep around the grounds of the different gyms and the league headquarters? maybe he also has a landscaping business? i think it would be fun if he had been the one to design how the grounds around the league headquarters look, helping it look even more regal than the building itself already does. so maybe perhaps she will run into him outside when she has to come to the league, or maybe she's paid him to come do some work at her home idk!

clemont: im ngl ive never been a fan of his and also he is a child so idk what reason would have to interact with him outside of league stuff. she probably is impressed by his ingenuity and understanding of technology and thats about it.

valerie: oh ok theyve gotta have one of the closer friendships i think!!! they undoubtedly met through either the league or through valerie being commissioned by diantha, one of the two, and they just clicked immediately. i think valerie is one of those people that is just Weird herself and is one of the extremely rare people that diantha can be more herself around without judgement. there is a mutual understanding and acceptance for one another of being an eclectic creative. if anything, i feel that when diantha is able to take part in more experimental and weird artsy indie productions, valerie is almost always involved somehow too because its the sort of thing that attracts them both. valerie is probably someone diantha wishes she could spend more recreational time with.

olympia: another person i see diantha getting along well with. i imagine olympia can be sort of ... off-putting in some ways, but more in the "shes just on another plane of existence" sort of way. and i think diantha would find her fascinating, and maybe even a little bit intimidating? not that its a bad thing lol. diantha would potentially like to spend more recreational time with her too but there is something sort of untouchable about olympia even if she is friendly and that makes it even more difficult to connect with her.

wulfric: so just purely in terms of character, i cant see them meshing well. not that i see them being antagonistic towards one another, but more in probably a generational divide way. and then also, wulfric is canonically a big fan of brycen-man .... which, according to my headcanon, makes things a little weird for diantha. having worked with brycen and knowing just what sort of person he is behind the scenes leaves a bad taste in her mouth when confronted by diehard brycen apologists, which i could see wulfric being and also being just sort of a good ol' boy. i think they can work together decently well for league things, but beyond that i feel that they would just be too different in many ways to connect well. also, if wulfric pesters her a lot about what its like to work with brycen, shes gonna get irritated by that pretty quickly.

malva: oof. i really really REALLY need to explore their dynamic more. malva is the prime example of why you shouldnt sleep with your coworkers i think and diantha definitely made that mistake. lmaooo. i see there being a lot of attraction between the two of them right off the bat and there being a lot of flirting and sexual tension but it exploded in their faces pretty quickly and its been Weird ever since. Weird as in like. diantha is jsut trying to remain professional and do her job and malva is an especially vindictive and petty person and is very very VERY good at finding out what gets under other peoples skin and exploiting that. i imagine there arent a lot of people who can make diantha lose her cool quite like malva can and i love it. additionally, all of dianthas "scandals" were first reported on and covered extensively by malva, purely by coincidence : ) in another universe where diantha was team flare boss, i like to imagine theyd have gotten along swimmingly.

siebold: i dont really have a lot of thoughts on him i am sorry. he seems like a cool dude but hes never had that spark that has really drawn me to him! tbh i just read in fanfiction about them being gay besties and i kinda just go with that bc it absolutely makes sense to me lmao

wikstrom: there is a lot of mutual respect and admiration between the two of them, and i see wikstrom being an untintentionally dramatic person (mostly in his speech and bodily movements) and diantha really enjoys that. something about him sort of just encourages the dramatics in her and if they are allowed to spend too much time together, their interactions slowly start to take on something of a shakespearean quality, as if theyre performing a stage play together (wikstrom is entirely unaware of this, diantha is fully aware of it and Very into it lmao its fun)

drasna: i see her as another Unsettling Older Woman, but not in the same way as olympia. im not sure how to describe it. i see diantha being a very astute person in being able to read others and their intentions, and drasna unsettles her but also like. drasna isnt a bad person. idk if im going to elaborate further be i feel like drasna is one of those chars id like to put more thought into.

[bornatnightt]

PROMPT 007: [redacted]!

Strangers in a bar was not a romantic notion for Jesse. Happened too often for it to be. And yet... Him.

Oxford. Bored out of his mind, skipping classes, picking fights with the posh englishmen who would twist their noses at him then ask to fuck.

He was badmouthing england to some guy over beers when he caught his eye, serving drinks while holding back a laugh.

Omari Achebe was many things. Stunning, charming, intelligent. A breath of fresh air in the echo chamber of priviledged entitlement. For him though, Jesse was just another Oxford boy, no matter how offensive he found the notion.

Omari didn't care for his charm, paid no mind to the allure of mystery. He was a man in a time Jesse felt like just a boy still. He wanted the real him, no fantasy, no pretty lies. No rush, no games, slow and honest and everything Jesse was afraid of.

And he'd thought he'd never fall in love...

Soon he spent more time in the pub than in class, half-truths sipped away over the good stuff Omari hid. Invitations to spend the night, songs sung in the dark of night, kissing him like he wanted to drink him whole. Was it religion he found, looking deeply into his all seeing eyes?

He found Omari was stuck just as much as Jesse felt. Bound to his father's pub, living a life not his own. It was easy then, to leave it behind. Move to Scotland with him, open up their own pub in Glasgow.

Jesse would sing in the evenings, drawing in clients with an easy grin and a little flirting while Omari kept the drinks coming. Their nights were lively, filled with song and laughter and drinks, kissing in clubs on nights out and then going back home. Climbing the backstairs from the pub they built to the comfort of the only true home he'd ever had; to the only person that truly knew him.

Being known, naked under the light of someone's gaze, didn't seem so bad when it was Omari's. Perhaps that is why he accepted the necklace, as a gift, as a promise. Perhaps the only way he could take it. It hung around his neck, always close to his heart.

Engaged, Omari said. Married to everyone who cared to look, just a silent grin when anyone asked Jesse.

He had always been unruly though; wandering mind and restless heart. Too close and he felt the draw of the night, the need to get away, never satisfied, never happy, always needing. Closeness, distance.

Close off and slip away.

The drinks kept coming, the men kept flirting and the nights never ended (he never wanted them to). The fights were just a good excuse. Disappointment hurt a lot more when it came from someone who thought the world of you.

It was better to leave than be left (right?). Everything ends Jesse his father sometimes said, he was ruining it already, better wrap it up before love turned to hate.

Jesse kept the night, kept the wandering hands and feet and mind, he kept himself. Omari kept the city, the pub, his heart.

Jesse lost everything. Everything but the bitter memory of a promise he made, the necklace he wore.

It was all too easy to take the call, answer to the song and leave it all behind. He had never bothered to put down roots that would need ripping out. Who would truly miss him? (Friends? Lovers? Marks who would swear he was the love of their lives?) He left it all behind, wandering again from one place to the next with just smoke from his cigarette as a reminder left behind.

It would be fine, as long as he didn't look back, as long as he didn't let the memories swallow him, as long as he didn't remember what the stone still hanging from his neck meant. As long as he didn't shine a light through the cracks he left in his wake... As long as he kept his eyes forward, it would be okay.

Jesse came to camp with no intention of finding a new home. He had no idea of everything he would still lose. What he might have left to ruin...

[stillresolved]

continued from here. / @wellfell

There are always regrets to be carried. Look the past in the eye for long enough, the pile of regrets will not only grow, but most surely like a cup filled to the brim, it will overflow. And Lamon, although he seldom admits it, is overflowing with regrets. If it is not the person who now sleeps comatose in a hospital tucked into one corner of the world, then it is Robin who tells him it’s his fault, it’s his fault, everything has always been and will always be his fault– there are so many that at a certain point, he becomes numb to it all. 

Perhaps it is heartless on his end. It’s his fault anyways so how he feels about it is irrelevant.

This one, however, it stings like a bee sting, even if it’s not meant to be accusatory. If Akina wanted to accuse him of something, she would have done so already. Refreshing isn’t the only taste asperity can bring in.

He tears his eyes away from the sea, looking at her. “I didn’t realize you felt that way back then.” I wish you told me, he should say. No, I wish I realized sooner. No point in taking on or shoving off the weight of the past, is there? “I didn’t hate them either; going to them was my best chance at finding you.” Seeing her, to be exact, without hackling on Robin’s hair tightening nerves. No one would think twice about him almost exclusively hanging out with Akina or about Akina not getting in on the action for once if everyone else was already hooking up with someone else or drunk out of their minds. In Robin’s case it was both.

Her hair, long, black and always shining whether it’s immaculately placed or tousled,  makes a curtain as both the sea and her confession roars between them. Was this what she’s been thinking about the whole time? Is this what Akina thought about this entire time when she looks at him? No this shouldn’t be surprising in the least. If anything, it’s what he’s known this entire time– what his younger self was too cowardly to confirm himself.

But he’s not that person anymore. And the Lamon of now doesn’t try to shy away from the guilt that accompanies the truth either. 

“You’re wrong about that– me not liking to spend time with you.” He says, quietly, unsurely too. Maybe the sea should drown out his voice. It sounds like a bunch of excuses coming from him. “I liked being around you back then, more so than anyone else. I still do. But back then, I just…Robin, she–” He stops himself. No, this isn’t about Robin. Or about what she made him do because at the end of the day, he did it. He lets go of Akina’s hand and tucks the thick matte of her hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t able to decide for myself what I wanted and who I wanted to be around. Robin knew that and made the decision for me. You ended up hurt because of that– my indecision. I ended up hurting you.” 

He bows his head. The sea breeze blows between them. His stomach sinks, an anchor dropped into the bottomless waters. “I’m sorry, Akina.”

[arleneworld22]

Good night

I think It's a bit sad that you are not looking for new music, but I understand it too, I'm someone who likes to listening the same 20 songs again and again, sometimes youtube goes on shuffle and I end find new songs to enjoy, but I actually never looking for new ones, it's like... they just come to me(? I guess, but also as I spend a lot of time on IG I end up find new music because of reels jeje.

I also have a playlist, that I made it through the years, I never have the courage to listen it complete because is fill about too much emotions about you, but I most of the time listening the same songs separated, if you want me to send it to you just tell me.

My family is fine, and yeah your teory it's right, he is very tall and he is just 18yo, he likes to calls me "mi hermanita", because he likes to laugh about I'm his older shorty sister. Pandemic changes him a lot, he is more focus in his studies, and his habit to reading (because I make too much pressure on him to help him with his comunication and writing skills) and now he becomes someone very deeper to talk about, he has very strong ideas and when he doesn´t know somenthing he ask for everything even more than when he was a kid, and somehow it leaves you thinking and reflectioning. My mom practice volleyball now, she finishes the day veeery very tired and sometimes sore, but she enjoy it a lot, she made new friends and have... I think she has a better social life than me looool.

I have 2 bad experiences with alcohol (you know one) the other is a long story (the stress and pain that I felt makes me free me of alcohol for like... I think one year complete because of trauma I guess) with a happy ending, I already over it, if you want to know it just ask for; but since these two I take a lot of care about that, i don't like beer so I just drink sweet wine and apple cider but I'm still doing it carefully and a few times a year; I become very extrovert too when I drink but that's was exactly what got me in troubles, so I drink just a little.

I think it's very cute and perffect to stay at home and watch something, as he doesn´t like to stay frecquently at home we hang out somewhere, most of the time just to walk or hang out with our friends, well currently we spend time at home too but because I end up tired from work, I propose him if we could have nap dates and he acepted so I'm excited for that.

Don´t worry about the notifications, actually I get distracted veery easy and I end up checking your blog like ten or fifteen (or more) times a day, so we both are weirdos about this.

I never write about my sign class, because I didn't think you would be interested into it, I'm going to ASOME (Asociacion de Sordos de Mexicali) is a little near to your home I think, I like this school because the teachers are deaf and they are the perfect teachers for this.

Thank you for your kind words and your funny condolences.

I know this test is veeery stalker but that kind of ankward questions helps to undersand better the person who is answering the test. HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN FEEL THAT "Omg No. Way" I had the same reaction when I see your type personality.

But excuse me?! water being passive,?! You didn't pay attention to Katara and her blood's mater?!, water isn't passive, water is always in move, though everything in it's way, I think you could be water master for sure because water is the element of change, you are calm most of the time but as the water, there is alwas an energy pushing you towards, and that makes you change, everything around you helps to you to change, you can go calm or strong and always somehow carry everything with you as a river or sea does.

Hey if we are going to talk about dangerous skills, as airbender I could learn to steal air from a body you know? (actually I don't know, I just made it up) but I think air is more my element and I truly could like to be The Avatar

The anime... I wasn't sure if you wanted to know the name, it's Sekaiichi hatsukoi, it doesn't have an ending as anime, and the manga neither lol, it's on going so I still don't know how it ends, if you want to read it I warning you that is a (+18) manga, I didn't know that! so you decide if you want to continue that way hahaha, I wanted to share you the ending with no specific reasons, just wanted to share it with you because I really love it.

I already watched lucky star, like, idk four times I guess, I remember learned the final choreography when I was teenager, I really enjoy to dance, Nichijou is in my list, and I never listened Azumanga daioh, but I'm going to added.

I'm not sure if I'm going to see him this weekend, I told him not, but I'm between rest on sunday or go to the church with his family, they are christians and I like to see how they talk about God's love and the high energy they share in the service I like that, but I'm still not sure.

I know it's very late but I always check if what I wrote has sense because I don't usually write in english, sorry.

Also tell me more about her, it helps me too to face the reality, I know I said I was fine with that but few days after you say "she said yes" I started to feel confuse and then sad, and more sad, and cried, and get angry, cried again, then happy, the bittersweet feeling, and now I'm kinda of fine but I think it's not enough, so it would help me read more about her, write as much as you want, be a little cruel, I'm not afraid to feel some pain.

[nyankojin]

GOOD IMAGE GOOD IMAGE GOOD IMAGE

"I can't believe this is The Base Destroyer and The Devil Hunter they are IDIOTS."

- Warlock wearing oversized clothing is definitely accurate. He is unnaturally tiny for his age and the only clothes that actually fit him are custom-made, so he has to settle for casual clothes that don't quite fit (he gets paid well but not that well). You wouldn't guess at a glance, but Warlock is only one year younger than Satoru. (Warlock's 09, Satoru's 10)

Satoru has a similar problem, but not quite as much as Warlock. He's a perfectly average height for his age, if not taller, but also very thin and wiry. He can find clothes that fit him easily enough, but they usually hang off of him at least a little.

- Warlock's personal fashion sense is all about being comfortable. He's usually covering most of his skin and wearing clothes that are visibly too big on him. He has a particular fondness for dress shirts, knit sweaters, and long (usually pleated) skirts in greys and neutral tones. If he's too tired (or perhaps lazy) to put together an outfit, he'll just go out in his second-form robe. It's not normal attire by any means but it's not as bizarre as his li'l jester suit (by a very small margin).

Satoru just wears whatever he wants. What he wears canonically is basically his entire fashion sense. Because of how simple his clothes usually are, he unconsciously absorbs the style and fashion sensibilities of his friends, the people around him, characters from the media he consumes... anything, really. (Poor kid didn't know what colour theory was until he realized that Saki was picking the colours of her outfits very deliberately.)

- Warlock is pretty good at sewing, especially clothes. It was a bit of a hobby of his even before joining the Dark Heroes. Then there was the whole Mad Doctor Klay incident and... well, after that, he found working with cloth a lot easier than working with flesh. He has even done a few outfit commissions for his friends (but that's a whole other unfinished fanfic. About nine of them, in fact).

- Lying about needing help with schoolwork as an excuse to hang out is also definitely something the prideful little Warlock would do. Satoru would ask for help genuinely and Warlock would agree only so he could spend time with him.

They have a practice they refer to as "study dates," where they both get comfy in one of their rooms or at the local library to study or help each other with schoolwork. At least, they try to. They usually get distracted and end up chatting instead. (They probably both have ADHD lmao.)

- Warlock likes to playfully tease and poke fun at his friends as a way of showing affection. When he thinks someone has done something stupid, he is not quiet about it. Satoru knows he's just playing, but he can still get grumpy and defensive if he's already not in a good mood.

- Satoru has a massive bite scar on his chest. It is just under his collarbone and almost mirrored on his front and his back. He's never told anyone how he got it (and very few people know it even exists because it's usually hidden by his shirt) but given its placement and size, a large aku presumably tried to bite his right arm off. If Warlock has any similarly large scars, he hasn't told Satoru about them yet.

- They sparred in a controlled environment once. It did not end well. Satoru almost broke Warlock's ribs and felt horrible about it until he recovered (all the while Warlock was like "Dude calm down I'm not mad I'm an Uber I've survived worse than this").

- Funny that you mentioned Saki possibly helping Satoru dye his hair. Her hair is naturally black but she dyes it silver/blonde. She probably did.

- Warlock is trilingual! His first language was English, his second was French, and his third was Japanese. He's unnaturally good at retaining information.

- Pierre and Warlock have a sort of parent-child dynamic while Summon and Satoru are more older-sibling-younger-sibling.

- Pierre and Summon were utterly delighted when they found out that their masters were starting to grow closer. It was comforting to see their kiddos make friends their age and act at least a little bit like normal little boys.

- The insomnia. Ohhh, the insomnia. Poor Warlock gave it to himself without even realizing it. He started learning magic in the first place with the intention of learning a sleeping spell. At the time, Pierre was living in his subconscious mind and he could only see and interact with them while he was asleep. This only stopped when Pierre realized that Warlock was neglecting his own health in favour of spending time with them in his dreams and started threatening to not visit him if he didn't turn this around.

The effects of abusing this spell didn't kick in until several years later. At that point, Pierre was in the real world, Warlock had befriended Satoru, and they'd been in the Cat Army for a while. Warlock's usual remedy was (and is) laying on Pierre's chest and letting the sounds of their breathing and heartbeat lull him to sleep.

His first sleepover with Satoru was on a rare night when Pierre was not with him. He called Satoru in the middle of the night and asked if they could talk until he fell asleep. Worried about his health, Satoru showed up at Warlock's door to comfort him, and when Pierre finally returned, they found the boys cuddling in a pile of blankets on the floor.

They make me so happy... they deserve all the hugs

I'm currently running low on headcanons to share specifically involving these two and their relationship (I'll definitely remember/come up with more in the future though lmao) but I could probably talk about Saki or Pierre or another Dark Hero for just as long. Maybe I'll even ramble endlessly about an AU next. Who knows?

If PONOS doesn't give us the content we crave then we'll just have to make it ourselves.

WAHHH,, IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY BATTLE CATS HCS!!! So glad you also like Satoru and Warlock being pals!

-ancient-cats-unite

Hey sorry about taking like a whole week and a half to reply I had my headcanons validated and I panicked.

Have more.

- They met early in the year, when Satoru was just being welcomed into the Cat Army. However, Satoru was freaked out by Warlock's whole vibe and Warlock was deep in a guarded and distrusting phase, so they... didn't exactly like each other.

They gradually got closer thanks to Saki. She joined shortly before Satoru and set her sights on befriending both of them almost immediately. They kind of became friends by association.

Their friendship was cemented about five months after they first met, in the middle of summer and partially by accident. They went from having a tense yet gradually softening relationship to being undeniably close in the span of just under a few hours. Much to the confusion of everyone. They are the only ones who know exactly what happened.

- They balance each other nicely. Satoru is extroverted, loud, adorably pure and optimistic, and an idiot, while Warlock is introverted, quiet, adorably aloof and snarky, and also an idiot but in a less obvious way. They are constantly reigning the other in, or more often failing to reign the other in because they have more fun that way.

- Despite being the introverted one, Warlock is usually the one approaching Satoru and inviting him to hang out. He proceeds to let Satoru pick what they do together almost every single time because what they do is just a vehicle for spending time with his friend.

- Satoru likes to go on long-winded explanations of whatever he is excited about to whoever will listen. Warlock just sits there and listens (and occasionally falls asleep on his shoulder).

- Satoru is more sensible and safe, but easily caves to Warlock's unhinged, impulsive whims if he has no backup. He wants to make sure that Warlock doesn't do anything stupid without him.

- Though they are obviously very close friends who love each other very much, they are weirdly reluctant to say so out loud. Maybe it's the last remaining bits of that initial tension refusing to let go. They can be prideful and irrational little things.

(This doesn't stop them from doing all the things friends do together, they just refuse to say that they're friends.) (They aren't fooling anyone.)

- They love hugs and cuddles and being close in general.

I have some half-finished fics involving them (and half-finished Battle Cats fics in general) so maybe if I get some actual writing motivation I'll start posting my longer stuff here.

That's all I've got right now. If you have more of your own please tell me them because I love hearing what other people think about characters I like. Your content makes me happy, really :)))

[kirietown]

Bad Boyfriend | Part Two

Pairing: atsumu x f!reader

Summary: you loved your boyfriend, you really did. but sometimes it felt that he couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort. however, after a dog attack, you find him changing for you in more ways than one.

Content: jealousy, possessiveness, blood, cream pie, smut, slow burn on the yandere stuff

18+

[prologue] [part one] [part two]

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: so I added everyone to the tag list but for a few of u it didn’t work? I’m not sure why, maybe it’s something in your personal settings that’s interfering— hopefully it’ll be working for y’all by the next update.

     Campus was buzzing as you walked through with Atsumu by your side. Fall was always a busy time for students as it meant mid-terms and the begging of extensions through lengthy emails. You were surprised that Atsumu opted to show up instead of using the excuse of his injuries to stay in his dorm. But then again, it was nice to have him around, you turned your eyes over to get a look at him. Nothing was too out of the ordinary other than a slight shagginess to his hair, maybe. Aside from that he was his smiling self, occasionally greeting the frat boys who ran into you on your walk to class. A grin threatened to make its way onto your face as you noticed that although he greeted those that saw him— Atsumu didn’t stop in his trek with you. But rather kept his head down as the two of you marched on.

“You feeling alright?” You asked— not necessarily in a tone of concern but rather mild curiosity. Was this one of the changes he was talking about? You couldn’t say that you hated it.

“Yeah,” he replied, his brow quirking up. “Why? Something seem the matter?”

“No,” you said bemused. You didn’t elaborate, thinking it would shatter the illusion and Atsumu would go back to ditching you for whoever popped up next to congratulate him. The rest of the walk took place in relative silence, it was peaceful— another thing that was odd for your chatterbox boyfriend. Though once again— who were you to complain?

Finally making your way to the door of your lecture hall, you turned to nod your head in farewell only to pause as you noticed Atsumu didn’t stop. But rather you watched as he opened the door, leaving it up with his arm for you to follow him in. You did so in mild confusion as you asked; “don’t you have your own class to go to?”

He only shrugged his shoulders before he replied. “Yeah, but I don’t really needa go. And I thought why not just spend the day with you?” You stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes for annoyance or regret, but all you could find was a smile.

“Fine,” you said. “But the professor can be really boring— so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, you gently clasped his hand in yours before leading him up the steps to the back of your lecture hall. The room was relatively spacious with long tables sat in front of each row of seats. As you made your way up, you smiled, noticing that your usual seatmate was already there.

“Hey Kenji,” you greeted casually, the grip Atsumu had on your hand tightened slightly before the two of you sat down with you seated between him and your classmate. Kenji nodded in return before quirking his brow at Atsumu. “Oh, this is Atsumu,” you said. “I’ve mentioned him before, he just wants to hang around. Hope you don’t mind, right?”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he replied brushing back his dark hair. “I mean it’s not like the two of us get much work done in class anyways.” He added with a grin, bringing out a laugh from you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The sudden inquiry from Atsumu caused you to turn to face him. Your brows furrowed at the sight of him, strangely enough his expression was eerily calm. Yet right away you noted the way his fists were clenched in his lap.

“Oh, honestly the two of us slack off every class,” you replied sheepishly.

“Yeah, my notes are filled with our doodles of hangman, tic tac toe and whatever other games we played to kill time,” Kenji added, taking out his notebook and flipping through the various pages of scribbles and doodles.

“What happened to you being studious?” He asked.

You frowned, unsure of why he’d bring up the fact that between the two of you, you were the one to focus on schoolwork. Before you could reply however, Kenji cut in, a grin wide across his face.

“Honestly between the two of us y/n puts most of the work in. But also these lectures are pretty useless— he just reads off the slides, which are posted online after class. I don’t think anyone would bother showing up if not for the random surprise quizzes he hits us with every once in a while.”

“I was talking to her, wasn’t I? Not sure why you feel so comfortable talking in her place,” Atsumu said. Your eyes widened in embarrassment as you turned to face him again. Again, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary however, the grin that painted his face was malicious in a way. It was strange, his teeth were almost bared, and had it not been for the quirk in the corners of his lips— you would’ve called it a snarl.

You could tell Kenji had grown uncomfortable. His jaw slightly slackened, and dark brows raised in disbelief.

“He’s just joking around,” you laughed, hoping to fix the atmosphere. “Kind of a thing he does, you know, intimidating new people? But really he’s just a softie.” Your words only seemed to just subtly cause your seatmate to relax, but luckily the professor opening his mouth to speak seemed to dispense any lingering tension.

Through that class, the two of you took notes diligently for once, all while Atsumu sat next to you. His posture stiff, expression stoic, and you might’ve thought he was just paying attention to the lecture if not for the clenched fists in his lap. Knuckles nearly sheet white from the stress he was applying.

By the time class ended, you were practically out the door, not even glancing to see if Atsumu was following— you knew he was. He caught up to you quickly, still oddly silent. You turned your head a bit to see that his hands were no longer clenched tightly.

You gripped his hand, eyes widening slightly in shock at the feeling of moistness greeting your skin, before you led him into an empty seminar room. The room was small, big enough to fit 10 people with a massive desk dead centre which took up most of the space. You leaned back and allowed yourself to sit on the desk, using the back of a chair to hold up your thighs.

“This room is empty for the rest of the day— Kenji found it, and we use it to study every once in a while since the library is always booked,” you explained after seeing his eyes trace the room in confusion.

“Is that all you do here?” He scoffed. “Study?” That look was still in his eyes, eerie still and fully focused on you. It felt like you were locked into a trance before you finally were able to bring yourself to speak.

“I’m not even going to respond to that,” you replied. “What’s going on? You were a total dick to Kenji, and you’re being weird and aggressive.”

“Aggressive? Ya serious now?”

You lifted your palm up, revealing the streak of his blood that marked your skin. His brows knitted together, before he looked down at his palms, taking in the sight of dried blood from his nails digging into his flesh.

“I guess… I…”

“I know you ‘Tsumu… Someone who doesn’t would probably just pin you as the jealous boyfriend but that’s not you, baby. What’s going on?” Your voice was tender, eyes soft as he walked closer towards you. You grabbed his hand, careful not to brush your fingers over the indents left in his palm— you made note to yourself to get his hands cleaned up as soon as possible.

“You were gonna leave me,” he said.

“What?”

“I know that we,” he sighed. “Basically talked ‘bout it… But I guess the thoughts are still runnin’ round my head… You were gonna break up with me— Hell, you basically did, if not for… Y’know.” His eyes were downcast, refusing to meet yours, even as you brushed your thumbs over his knuckles to soothe his worries. “I feel like I got lucky with that dumb dog, that if not for it, then your little jokes with Kenji—” the name rolled off his tongue in disgust nearly. “— could’ve changed… Just the idea that you could’ve left me and had anyone you wanted. Someone better than me just… I wanna throw up, that’s how bad it feels…”

“‘Tsumu,” you murmured. His only response was to dip his face even lower, as if to hide from you. “I still love you, you know that right?”

He was silent for a moment before responding, “yeah…”

“Puppy,” his breath hitched. Your hands moved to pull on the strings of his hoodie, pushing the chair between you to the side with your thighs before bringing him into a hug. With his head snug in your neck you continued, “I can’t apologize for that… You hurt me so so much, ya know?”

He groaned, his breath tickling your throat, “I know.”

“We’re still together now, so that means something…” Your voice trailed off into a moan, Atsumu’s hands gently biting into your neck as his arms circled around you. You giggled, “how are we supposed to talk about anything serious if you turn it into sex all the time?”

“Sex is serious too,” he murmured. “And I meant what I said,” his groin suddenly pressed into the space between your thighs as his fingers made their way to unzip your jeans. “It bothered me a lot… I just forgot to mention that it was in more ways than one, ya know?” He teased, and before you could reply a gasp ripped out your throat. His fingers had entered you without prep, prodding their way inside before thrusting back and forth, loosening up your walls.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, and it’s all for me, baby, Right?”

You whimpered only for him to bite your neck harsher than before, “c’mon, use your big girl words,” he whispered.

“It—It’s all for you, ‘Tsumu.” Your tone was cracked, arms wrapped around his shoulders as he drove you to pleasure with every brush of his palm against your aching clit. “Please…”

“Please what? What did I tell ya about usin’ your words?”

“I… I want your cock,” you squealed as he added a third finger inside you. His fingers were long and thick, but nothing compared to what you really wanted. Your hands moved, feeling up his shoulders before sliding down his torso and fumbling to unbuckle his belt. A laugh emerged from his throat at your desperation, much to your embarrassment.

“Fine, fine,” he teased. His head now right in front of you, as pulled his fingers out to get his pants off, not before licking your slickness off first. You squealed at the sight, only to bring back his laughter. Humiliated, you barely noticed the sensation of your jeans being pulled off, awkwardly hanging by your ankles until you opted to kick off your shoes along with them. “Aren’t ya eager today? Coulda sworn it was you tryna say that I was the one who turned everything into sex.”

Instead of answering, you pulled him in closer to you. Your lips traced his as his hips grinded into yours, you could feel the hard length of his cock brush against your folds. You opened your legs wider and allowed for him to guide it into you, and even with the help of his fingers from before, you couldn’t help but wince against his teeth and grip his shoulders as he slid all the way in. He settled there for a moment, focused on the way his tongue swirled with yours before he moved. His pace was erratic, the table shaking with every thrust of his hips as he fucked your hole. Little gasps darted out of you with every move, and a near scream ripped out of your throat as his fingers moved to work your clit.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Say my name, fuck, fuck, I’m so close.”

“‘Tsumu, ‘tsumu, ‘tsumu,” you babbled with every thrust of his cock. The name was almost like a prayer as it tumbled out of your mouth in waves. The words practically lost impact as it began to melt into the next. The feeling of his cock drilling into you as well as the sensation of his rough fingers pressing into your swollen clit drove you closer and closer to your orgasm until the bubbling sensation in your stomach finally exploded into absolute pleasure. A moan ripped out of your throat, signalling your end. Though Atsumu didn’t stop as he moved his hands to grip your hips. His hold tightened painfully as he neared his end with a growl, his cum filling you to the brim, not daring to trickle out with his cock still buried into you.

“I hope nobody heard us,” you laughed. Though awkwardly, you paused, noting that Atsumu’s attention was on where his cock was— still buried into you. His eyes were absent as he aimlessly rubbed his palms over your inner thighs, spreading them as if to get a better look at your pussy.

“‘Tsumu,” you whined. “Stop, that’s embarrassing…” Your pleas seemed to have snapped him out of his trance. He grinned sheepishly before pulling out gently, aware of how sensitive you’d feel down there.

“You’re just so pretty, ya know?” He said, pulling his pants back up.

You rolled your eyes before you replied, “yeah, well it sure wasn’t my face you were admiring…”

He only grinned, focused on the buckle of his jeans. You smiled, though it quickly dropped as you noticed the blood smeared across your inner thighs. None your own, though it was still enough to spook you especially with the sight of cum trickling out of you.

“Face, pussy, whatever— it’s all mine at the end of the day, ain’t that right? Just gotta be sure to leave my mark.”

Tag list: @captain-toaster-man ,  @my-reality-is-in-my-head​ , @popi-the-fatui​ , @thatpotatobitch @megumitodoroki​ @princessorlagh​ @sypsypie​ @ariana-neko , @nanamikentcs​ @k0genn , @schoenheitvil @ro2424​ @marima15 , @miyakiniku​ , @1sillylittlething @basicinstnct

[gravity-barbie]

Being an Umbrella in a secret relationship with The Sparrows HCs

Request @jesllianaquilesrolon

A/N: I didn’t include Ben in this because of the pseudo-cest factor, I hope that’s okay

Umbrella version

Masterlist

Marcus Hargreeves

-You realise Marcus is a stand-up guy from your first meeting, seeing his restraint even as your families are mid-battle, so you seek him out to plead your families case and he quickly feels compelled to help you

-Your chemistry is fairly immediate and it doesn’t take long for it to overpower the two of you, even if against your better judgment

-This new development highly motivates the two of you to make peace between your families, which on his end he might actually have enough pull to achieve, though he meets plenty of resistance

-He mostly keeps your relationship a secret for the sake of it not undermining his motivations to help the umbrellas in his siblings eyes, but he feels guilty for lying to them, and for making you lie too

-He’s mostly good at keeping his affection for you a secret, as number ones he’s used to wearing a calculated persona, but sometimes he can’t help letting his feelings slip through in things like his protectiveness of you or gentleness towards you

Fei Hargreeves

-Due to her anti-umbrella stance Fei resists the pull she feels towards you for as long as possible, however her self-described ‘irrational’ feelings obviously win out in the end

-Even after softening to you, she tries not to soften to the umbrella academy as a whole, compartmentalising your relationship and your family feud, granted if she was ever putting you in danger she’d quickly bend

-She tries to convince you to just abandon your academy for her’s, but the fact that you won’t strangely makes her like you more, so not willing to risk losing you she compromises and decides to get on board with trying to make peace

-She has a manipulative streak, and is able to argue to her siblings joining forces with the umbrellas would be a good idea without giving your relationship away, aided by the fact that thanks to you she actually starts to see their side

-She is unbelievably glad when she finally gets some privacy with you and can make up for constantly pretending to be mean to you

Alphonso Hargreeves

-Alphonso doesn’t even fight his feelings for you, he’s never cared too much about the academies rules or expectations, so he readily risks a scolding to peruse the thing you two have

-He already spends a lot of his free time away from the academy, so you two easily make plans to hang out on mutual ground without your families getting in the way, finding excuses to ditch Jayme is pretty difficult though and she definitely suspects something

-Whenever your families do face off he noticeably has no bite towards you, and is even actually a little less vicious to your siblings than he once was, concerning the other sparrows, though if any of them bring it up he’ll just verbally berate them to prove he’s still as cutting as ever

-While he still doesn’t like them, and makes no secret of that to you, he’s ready and willing to vote to team up with the umbrellas for the sake of keeping you safe and in close proximity

-He really isn’t the most subtle person so when you’re all working together it won’t take long for both your families to realise he’s sweet on you

Sloane Hargreeves

-You and Sloane are charmed by each other from your first conversation, which somehow you manage to have amidst the chaos your families are creating, and you can’t wait to see each other again

-Sloane is surprisingly bold in sneaking around so you can talk again, but she’s never felt anything like this before and she just needs to pursue it, plus she’s pretty sure she could protect you if necessary

-She can’t betray her family but she won’t betray you either, if she’s put in the position where she’s expected to choose between you it would be very hard for her, but she doesn’t doubt that she’ll have your back and you’ll have hers

-She hates keeping it a secret, partially because she’s a naturally bad liar especially when it comes to her family, and partially because she wants to wear your love like a badge of honour, she wants to cling to you and talk about you to anyone who will listen

-When you’re finally in a position where you can come forward with your relationship you’re absolutely glowing and your families are a bit disgusted by your sickeningly sweet romance

Jayme Hargreeves

-Jayme certainly isn’t thrilled that she’s caught feelings for an umbrella but when she realises you’re just as interested in her as she is in you, she’s quickly willing to say ‘screw it’ and fraternise with the enemy

-She’s already so elusive that even Alphonso doesn’t notice when she sneaks out to see you

-Being with you doesn’t make her see your family in a more positive light, actually she lets you vent to her about them and based on what you’ve told her they seem like awfully dysfunctional group, she suggests more than once that you might have a better time with the sparrows

-She is incredibly good at pretending to be indifferent to you around the others, granted she’s hardly lovey-dovey when you’re alone either, but she still wishes didn’t have to hide your relationship, it does actually matter to her

-Despite her cold attitude, she won’t hesitate to come to your defence in a battle or an argument if it looks like you need it, even if it risks exposing your relationship

[technowoah]

Dating The Dream Team Headcanon(s)

Dream! (Clay)

Our supposed golden retriever

He loves you with his whole heart and he'll tell you that every second he gets.

He loves showering you with affection on and off camera

Mostly off camera

Pda isn't a problem because no one knows his real face.

He'll kiss you, holding hands, hug you, piggyback rides when your feet hurt, locking arms, arms around eachother when you're walking. All of be above

Just hugging you from behind all of the time. And always wanting to be around you

But if people know who you are and know you're dating Dream you two rarely go outside in public areas.

But home dates are amazing too!

Blanket forts even though its so cliché, he insists.

Watching horror movies on the first date was his choice.

Ya know for somone to cuddle, just in case they get scared. It worked.

You guys dont need "dates" because you always are around eachother.

But Clay likes to have formal dates every now and then

At first you didn't know what to call Clay.

You had called Clay, Dream for the first month you two started officially dating.

One day he asked you why, and you said that you watch videos that he's in and gotton used to people calling him Dream

He melted on spot when you mentioned you watched his videos and videos with him in it.

Except for the minecraft cheating ones

He always asks if you like the video first before anyone else because he values your opinions.

He'll sit you on his lap while recording or editing and sometimes, I emphasize sometimes, your voice will make it into a video.

He was very protective of you, and still is. Especially because of the place he is in popularity.

In the beginning your conversations while speed running would always be either muted from his audience or either cut of from the extended manhunt videos.

Now he takes pride in having his significant other's voice in videos. He dosent cut out your conversations, except if they're too personal.

Or the kisses

Dream bought you roses on the first date, and now roses are such a special thing between you two.

Those little rose pendants for jewelry, fake roses to keep around his place, gifts things that reminded him of your first date with a rose that comes with it.

He gives you merch of course!

Your closet is full of Dream hoodies and a box full of milestone coins.

You always either get the prototype one or the first one made. Idk how he made that happen, but take his word for it.

You've meet "Drista" before, and you had met his family too!

His family adores you.

He has yet to meet yours, but one day he promises he will make a great first impression.

I would do into more detail, but Dream is one of the most caring, sweet, boyfriend's you'll ever have.

Sapnap!

My boyyyy

I love sapnap srs

Gentlemanᵗᵐ

He'll treat you like royalty

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but further into your relationship he got more comfortable with showing you love in public.

He loves hugs, lying together, just hugs and sitting you on his lap and resting his head on your shoulder.

You guys mostly have home dates for him to have an excuse to hold you all day.

The dates are mostly movie marathons with one of you laying ontop of one another

He loves cheek kisses btw.. all the time

Conversation between you two flows so naturally you could talk for hours about anything.

You try to convince him to have a podcast.

When you get too riled up his voice calms you and he knows that so he uses it to his advantage.

You two play fight alot, its never serious you two barely fight.

Also calling him his real name was the strangest thing to him.

Like Dream, it had to take some getting used too because their friends wouldn't call them by their real name (most of the time)

He adores nicknames for the both of you. You both have too many nicknames but the most popular one between you is 'angel'

You never sit in the same room while he plays video games, because he can scream very loud.

There probably has been noise complaints. And you wouldn't be surprised.

You'll always defend him no matter what. Even when the twitter stans get to him, he knows you'll be there without a doubt. Always ready to defend your man.

You're kinda protective of Sapnap, but he's more protective over you.

You two would defend eachother to the ends of the earth.

You trust him with hanging out with other people, but you just dont trust Twitter.

He loves showing you off to his community. He kept you a secret at first then gradually started saying "my significant other" and they caught on.

Sapnap isnt that much of a gift giver. He loves to spend more quality time with a person.

He likes to spend more time with you than buy you material things all the time.

But he gives you his merch, but then the rest of the clothes you get are his actual hoodies.

He's actually starting to miss his clothing so he asks for them back for them to inevitably end up back in your closet.

You and Sapnap are planning to take a trip to meet his parents and then make a weekend out of it.

Then the next stop is to meet yours and out of all the relationships you've had you're not nervous for him to meet your parents.

We love sapnap in this household and he would just be the best boyfriend srs

GeorgeNotFound! (George)

This man is so annoying

But like in an endearing way ya know?

He never fails to brighten up your day

Making you laugh

repeating phrases over and over again

poking you nonstop to get a reaction out of you

giving you long hugs that never seem to end

kissing you all over your face.

He is just so bright.

Hes the neighbors kid

George loves giving you affection whether its kisses or holding your hand he wants you to know he's there.

Even if you dont want him to he'll always want to be around you.

He loves skinship.

George loves walking around London finding stuff to do for dates.

He loves taking small roadtrips too so you get to see stuff around the area you wouldn't normally see.

Just walking around holding hands while making fun of anything you can see.

You two are out in public a lot so when George does his meetups with his friends and brings you along people would stop them and want to take pictures.

He'll introduce you as his significant other in public to fans who ask or notice, but online when his friends ask about his relationship he says "what relationship?" Even though his whole fanbase knows you two are dating.

His fanbase loves you two together, but sometimes they can get too much.

George couldn't care less about what his fanbase thinks if him and his relationship and he wants you do think the same because its not worth it.

Your voice sometimes appear in his videos when you comment on something he does in minecraft.

George doesn't like to put his personal life out on the internet so he still keeps secrets about yall relationship

All his community knows is that you're his significant other and you're "really cool" in George’s words.

You stay in his room when he's recording because he insisted that you stay.

Also he doesn't give you his merch, he refuses to and everytime you ask he just says "because I said so" and "I need the money"

He ends up giving you merch, you knew it was a bluff anways.

Dreams love language is gift giving

Sapnaps is quality time

and George’s is skinship like I said.

Hugs and kisses all the time. Even when your mad at him

You guys have so many inside jokes its ridiculous.

You say them around your friends and laugh just to annoy them.

You guys love to flaunt your relationship around. Showing off that "this is George’s jumper" and "oh this is y/n's necklace"

One time you threatened to cut George’s hair and he didnt speak to you for like an hour.

You already have a good relationship with him and his friends, but you havent met his family yet.

If your family lives out of the country you both plan to travel for him to meet your family.

If your family is in the same country you guys plan a month where you both meet eachothers parents in that same month.

George would be so proud that he got to meet your parents. And the same goes for you.

After all you both love a little road trip from time to time.

Anyways being georges significant other would be a 20/10 experience.

Taglist(s)

Dream Team Imagines: @bozowrites

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi