#thank you for the ask and these two are another favourite couple of mine

[imagoddamnonionmason]

I was gonna DM this to you, but I thought it’d make more sense if I sent it in as an ask instead.

Bullet was ordered specifically to be on her best behavior as the meeting’s extremely important. She’s in her best dress, but is wearing a wool cardigan over it to hide the scars and the tattoos that are ‘unprofessional’. For half of the meeting, a couple of people kept making comments towards that would usually end in Bullet getting into a screaming match, but she has to bite her tongue.

Eventually, she ends up getting overstimulated and excuses herself ‘to the bathroom’, where she deadass climbs out of the window. Girl goes outside and starts beating the shit out of the dumpster at the back of the building they’re in. When her knuckles are bloody and she runs out of curse words, Ester lights a cigarette.

She doesn’t notice that Klaus was also overstimulated and also escaped the same way she did. I kinda imagine Ester had a thing for him so she’s pretty embarrassed when she finds out he’s there too.

Girl’s there, mascara running, makeup completely ruined, broken hands and red in the face.

They’d end up talking and going to a different spot nearby, maybe a rooftop or a park, and they actually talk for a while, and it ends with Ester taking her cardigan off and leaning her head against Klaus.

Lmk what you think 🤭

Ok firstly this got me kicking my feetsies and feeling so silly, I love it - soft moments for these two seem like they would be very far and few, especially for Ester due to everything she has been through and the types of missions she's had to go on and complete. I feel like throughout the meeting, Klaus would have been sparing her glances - I'm also assuming this is like a formal meeting? Maybe he's in a suit for some reason, either way, doesn't matter, dude is in a suit for a reason I'll get to later (and also because a suit makes him look phenomenal).

They're sat slightly across from each other, listening in to whatever discussion is happening, then it goes from tabletop to standing around muddling around with the crowd. Maybe it's a meeting followed by a 'get-together' or some sort of underhanded meeting with the cover of a party or something. Idk, I'm seeing shady shit happening, you get me?

ANYWAY!

It's gotten to the point in the night where everyone is getting a little louder, the noise level is complicated with different sounds and heightened volumes and he'd actually prefer to be in a warzone. He can handle the complicated soundscape of a battlefield, but humming voices make his brain vibrate in a way that hurts and he doesn't like it. He doesn't know why Graves sent him this is the worst-

Yes, he's in the bathroom, looking for a way out without people noticing and of course the only thing he can think of is escaping through the slightly open window - it was a bit of a squeeze, given his height, but he managed and then escaped down the fire escape, like the metal stairs (I have no idea where this is set, but stick with me here).

He hears commotion, hurries further down because someone sounds really upset and he's like 'oh fuck-' and when he sees that it's Ester, he stills. When she turns to see that it's him, he's like a deer caught in headlights. Stood there, tall and gangly with too much limb and not enough confidence to place them somewhere that isn't in an awkward position. So he kinda just fidgets on the spot.

But then he notices the tears, the bloodied knuckles and he's very still again. But the kind of still that is laden with concern and a slight disappointment that he hadn't noticed earlier signs that she wasn't ok. I feel like maybe they've been working together a lot more and he's come to trust her (and fancy her a lil bit). Firstly they're comrades, he should know when a fellow soldier needs aid, but also she's a friend and he's annoyed he didn't notice. He's worked so hard to start noticing social cues and yet here he has failed to.

He slowly walks up to her, silent, and extends his hand out to her, fingers curling a little to indicate he wants to see her hands. He turns them over and inspects the knuckles, tuts a little bit with an understanding that they must sting, at least, before he pulls a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

"For the blood," he would say, a little awkwardly.

Then he'd look back from where he'd escaped from, wince a little at the thought of both of them heading back in, and makes the decision that, no, they're not. I think a park would be nice, sitting on a lone bench, in the dark with possibly a singular lamppost shining down on them. When they're both settled there, he's loosened off his tie, undone the top few buttons of his shirt and is sat, a little more relaxed now it's just the two of them. I think they probably haven't really spoken just yet, just walked there in comfortable silence before he turns to her to ask, "want to talk about it?" His voice is very quiet, soft, gentle, his accent clinging thick to his words.

"Who said these things?" He'd ask, with full understanding that she can hold her own, but he doesn't want her to have to. He'll steal their kneecaps and feed them to their mothers, especially if he finds anyone making comments like that again. I imagine they would have been about the scars. He'd fistfight a god if they spoke horridly about her looks, her appearance, her in general.

I think he'd be shitting himself as he does this next bit, like that anxiety someone gets when they really like someone but is scared that they're about to fuck it up forever, but also now is the moment to be tender and plunge into the depths of possibility. He cup her cheeks, wipe away any tear stains, and it takes a lot for him to do this, but he does.

And he'd invite that closeness, for her to rest against him, and he would wrap a protective arm around her and they'd continue talking into the night. It's not awkward like he thought it would be and I'm not sure how they'd get onto the topic of partners, but I feel like it would be a slight train wreck. He just asked the question straight up a little bluntly, thinking he'd been smooth as fuck lmao.

"So you are dating someone?"

"No..."

"Right..." He'd panic a little bit, "would.... would you.. like to? maybe?"

[lvnleah]

Pumpkin carving chaos.

a cute one about the chaos that comes with pumpkin carving and three kids!

As always thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for the help on this one! Also features everyone’s two favourites Buddy and monkey!

“I wan’ this pumpkin please!” You told Beth, pointing at the pumpkin that she had just placed on the table. 

“That one?” Beth asked, getting a nod from you as you sat on the dining table chair. “You sure? You want me to put it in front of you?”

You nodded, “Yeah! My pumpkin, when is Buddy gon’ be here?”

“Soon munchkin,” Beth laughed, “Are you excited to do pumpkin carving?”

“Yeah! Mines gon’ be a silly face, not scary!” You declared proudly as Beth set up the table with newspaper and pumpkins at every seat. 

Ever since doing pumpkin carving with Beth and Viv a couple of days ago, you had been begging them to let you do it with your little bestie Buddy. You’d been talking about it non-stop and eventually Beth gave in and arranged something with Leah. 

Halloween wasn’t for a few days yet and Viv was currently in the hospital having another operation on her knee so Beth was using it as something to distract you with. You watched as Beth set up the table with newspaper, carving tools and pumpkins, you sat with Twix happily on your lap as you waited for your best friend to arrive. 

Moments later, the familiar sound of the doorbell rang. You jumped down from the chair and ran towards the door with Myle and Beth following close behind, “Buddy’s here!” 

“Wait a second Roo,” Beth called out as she walked behind you, “Wait for me to open the door please.”

“Hurry up, Mummy!” you urged, bouncing on your toes as you waited by the door with Twix tucked tightly under your arm. 

Beth laughed, taking her time as she reached the door. “What happened to patience, little miss?”

You let out a huff. “I wanna see Buddy though!”

Beth chuckled at your impatience, “What about Auntie Le and Monkey?”

You scrunched up your nose, shrugging a bit. “Well, them as well,” you admitted with a grin, “but me and Buddy gon’ carve pumpkins like you promised! Hurry up, Mummy!”

“Alright, alright, I’m opening the door now!” Beth said, unable to hide her grin as she finally pulled it open.

“Roo!” Buddy’s voice rang out in delight as she launched herself forward, the two of you colliding in an enthusiastic hug.

“Buddy!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“I’m here as well, remember?” Monkey murmured as she stepped inside. “Honestly, guess I've just been forgotten about now. That’s the harsh reality…”

Leah rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Oh, how will you cope?”

“She seems excited,” Beth said sarcastically, “What’s got you in a grump eh?”

“Malfoy here won’t let me hang out with Kyra alone,” Monkey huffed as Leah shut the door behind her. “Apparently we can’t be trusted alone!”

Leah sighed, shaking her head, “It’s for your own safety! Them two seem happy,” Leah said, nodding towards you and Buddy as you talked amongst yourselves about the pumpkins.

Beth nodded, chuckling. “She hasn’t stopped talking about Buddy coming round to carve pumpkins with her all morning,” she replied, her smile warm as she watched the two of you.

Leah shook her head, grinning. “Buddy has been the same, she’s been more of a chatterbox than usual.”

Beth raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Is that even possible?”

“Oh, okay, I see how it is!” Leah laughed, pretending to be offended. “That’s where Buddy’s got it from, huh? And here I thought it was just Keira telling her that.”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Beth teased as they made their way into the kitchen. “She definitely doesn’t get it from Jordy, that’s for sure.”

“Ha, good one, Beef!” Monkey piped up, appearing behind Leah and holding out her hand for a high-five with Beth, which Beth eagerly slapped. “Guess I should go and help the little rugrats with the drawing side of it?”

Beth smirked, crossing her arms. “Sure you don’t mind the gunk?”

“If they try to get me with the gunk like Buddy did last year, then I’m running…” Monkey said, “Well, okay, maybe not running, but you know—quick walk and all that.”

“Sure, we get you. I’m sure you’ll be fine, Menace,” Leah teased, giving Monkey an amused smile.

You and Buddy were already in your seats, pumpkins in front of you, eager to start. 

“Mummy! Hurry up,” you huffed, swinging your legs back and forth. “We wan’ carve them!”

“Yeah! Hurry up,” Buddy echoed like a little parrot, “We need to carve scary faces to scare people!”

Beth chuckled, “Alright, since when did you two become such little monsters huh?”

Monkey took her spot next to you, grabbing a marker and handing one to Buddy. “Alright, rugrats, before you can carve, you gotta draw the face you want. What’s it gonna be?”

You gave Monkey a determined nod. “I’m making a silly face. Not scary. But maybe a little spooky, like… spooky-funny!”

Buddy scrunched up her nose, clearly deep in thought. “Mine’s gon’ be super scary! Have big smile cos’ then it’ll be friendly too. Like a monster that makes people laugh!”

Beth shook her head, trying to hold back her laughter as she pulled up a chair to help. “So, we’ve got spooky-funny and scary-friendly. I think these pumpkins are in good hands.”

Leah sat down next to Beth, grabbing a carving tool and showing Buddy how to use it safely. “Alright, little monster, remember, we’re just drawing faces right now, no cutting yet. Once you’re happy, then we’ll help with the carving.”

Buddy nodded, her eyes wide as she carefully started drawing. You, meanwhile, had already sketched out two big eyes and a wobbly, goofy smile on your pumpkin, giggling at your own masterpiece.

Monkey leaned over to check it out, chuckling. “Looks like a little pumpkin with attitude! Alright, Miss Spooky-Funny, I’ll help with the mouth. You want teeth?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Pointy ones, but not too pointy. I don’t want it to be scary-scary.”

As the drawing finished, Leah helped Buddy with her pumpkin design while Beth handed you and Buddy some tools for carving.

Beth took a deep breath as she held a small knife over the top of your pumpkin. “Alright, here we go,” she said, carefully cutting a circle around the stem. Once the lid was free, she lifted it with a triumphant smile. “Pumpkin top off—ta-da!”

Buddy peered into her pumpkin that Leah had just cut, practically bouncing in her seat. “Look at da’ guts!” she squealed, reaching in without hesitation to grab a handful of the sticky, stringy mess.

You, on the other hand, wrinkled your nose in disgust, leaning away from your pumpkin. “Eww! Mummy, it’s slimy and gross! It’s stinky!”

Monkey pulled a face of her own. “I’m with you, Roo. That stuff is just… rank.” She shivered dramatically. “Keep yer’ pumpkin guts away from me, Buddy!”

But Buddy was unfazed, squishing the pumpkin innards between her fingers. “It feel funny! Look, it all gooey!” She held up her handful of pumpkin guts, grinning from ear to ear.

Leah chuckled as she helped Buddy scoop out more of the insides. “Quite the little pumpkin enthusiast you are, aren’t ya bubba?”

Beth smiled, shaking her head. “She’s fearless, that’s for sure. Unlike these two wimps,” she teased, nodding toward you and Monkey, who were huddled away from the pumpkin mess with matching looks of horror.

You watched Buddy giggle as she played with the guts, looking both fascinated and appalled. “It stinks!”

Buddy just laughed, tossing some of the pumpkin seeds onto the newspaper in front of her. “It not bad! You try, Roo?”

You shook your head firmly. “No thank you!”

Beth grinned, handing you a spoon. “Here, use this instead, alright? No slimy fingers then.”

Monkey watched her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really going all in there, aren’t you, Buddy?”

Buddy beamed, holding up a little clump of guts. “Look! Pumpkin monster!”

She wiggled the gooey mess in front of you, pretending it was alive, and you squealed, laughing, “Ewww, Buddy, no! 

Leah rolled her eyes playfully and set down Buddy’s pumpkin scooper. “Alright, alright, I think Roo’s had enough of the pumpkin monster. Let’s get back to making those silly and spooky faces, huh?”

You nodded with a big grin, now brandishing your spoon proudly as your tool of choice. Carefully, you started scraping out the inside of your pumpkin, occasionally glancing at Buddy, who was still digging in with her hands like a pro.

“Monks, look! Pumpkin guts,” Buddy smiled, holding up her messy hand that was covered in the pumpkin guts. “For ‘ou!”

Monkey shrieked, pulling away from Buddy, “No way, get that stuff away from me!”

You and Buddy giggled at Monkey’s reaction, both of you clearly entertained by her dramatics. Beth chuckled, shaking her head, “Alright, let’s keep the pumpkin guts to ourselves, yeah?”

Buddy pouted a little, wiping her hands on the newspaper, but quickly turned her attention back to her pumpkin. “Fine. ‘Ou missing out monks!”

Leah handed Buddy a napkin with a grin. “Okay, pumpkin monster, let’s make this masterpiece even scarier, yeah?”

Buddy nodded eagerly, going back to her drawing. “He’s gon’ have big teeth” she announced, adding exaggerated fangs to her pumpkin’s smile.

Meanwhile, you had finally scooped out enough to start carving. Beth sat beside you, guiding your hand carefully. “Alright, here’s the tool, but remember, just take it slow, yeah?”

You nodded, biting your lip in concentration as you began to carve the first eye. “It’s gonna look soooo funny,” you whispered. 

Monkey leaned over, watching your progress. “I don’t know, Roo. He looks pretty scary to me!”

You giggled, adding a wobbly eyebrow above one eye, “He no scary! He’s friendly!”

Beth stifled a laugh beside you. “Definitely unique looking!” she said proudly.

As you carved your pumpkin’s second eye, you glanced over at Buddy’s pumpkin, which now had exaggerated fangs and wild eyebrows that looked both terrifying and a little goofy.

Buddy looked over at your pumpkin and gasped dramatically. “Roo! ‘Our pumpkin is silly!”

You grinned, “Silly but friendly, like me!”

Leah smirked, watching you both. “These pumpkins are a sight to behold. I think they’re the best girls I've ever seen, girls!”

Monkey leaned over and snickered, “Oh yeah, they’re definitely original that’s for sure,” she, being on the recieving end of a glare from Leah while she held her hands up, “Geesh, alright, I was jokin’. I’m sorry!”

Leah contninued to eye Monkey before she turned to lean towards Buddy, “So, what’re we callin’ this pumpkin then, bubba?”

Buddy looked deep in thought for a few seconds before cracking a smile, “I know! His’ name gon’ be Freddie! Cos’ he’s scary!”

You looked at your pumpkin thoughtfully. “Mine’s Steve. He’s funny, like me!”

Beth slowly nodded her head, “Unique names…but they suit them!”

“Oh yeah, like from the movie… Shit,” Monkey’s eyes widened in realisation before quickly clamping her mouth shut within seconds, her eyes darted towards Leah in her realisation of her slip up, “Uhm, yeah, forget I said out about whatever I just said then!”

“That’s a cute name… Wait, what?” Leah crossed her arms, giving Monkey a disapproving look. “Are you kidding me?”

“I swear, Le, it’s not as bad as it sounds, honestly,” Monkey murmured, scracthing the back of her neck awkwardly, wondering to herself how she planned to get out of this one.

“Explain. Now,” Leah continued to look a mixture of intrigued and annoyed at the current situation, “You hadn’t better be about to say what I think you’re about to say, Menace.”

“Well, uh… So, well me and Kyra wanted to watch a film and uh… Buddy may or may not have happened to walk in at the wrong time,” Monkey mumbled, hoping Leah hadn’t caught onto it right at that moment, “See? It’s really not that bad!”

Beth grinned, “Oh really? And what movie might that be, Menace?”

“It was just a Halloween one, you know, only a smidge bit scary but there was well, there was a lot of toys in it, and uh she loved it!” Monkey continued to fidget nervously, “Didn’t you, Buddy?”

“Uh huh, it was fun!” Buddy nodded in agreement, “Five nights at Freddies!”

Leah’s eyes widened at the title of the movie, “Are you kidding me, Monkey?! What the hell is wrong with you– You let a 3 year old watch a horror film with you. I honestly can’t even fathom the words right now… How could you let this happen!?” she ranted right there and then on the spot, and Monkey knew she was done for.

“I know, I messed up and I’m sorry, but she honestly did love it though!” Monkey tried to clarify and make it better than it seemed.

“That doesn’t make it okay!” Leah was seething with the younger girl, shaking her head, “We will be talking about this later, lets’ just finish these pumpkins for now.” She declared.

After a bit more carving and laughter, the pumpkins were finally finished. You and Buddy proudly held them up for everyone to see.

“Alright, who’s ready to take these outside and light them up?” Beth asked, clapping her hands.

You and Buddy’s faces lit up in excitement. “Me! Me!”

As Beth and Leah carefully lifted the pumpkins to carry them outside, “Mummy, I wanna carry Steve!” you said, reaching out with both arms.

“Me too! I wan’ carry Freddie!” Buddy added, crossing her arms and looking up at Leah with a pout.

Leah chuckled, bending down to meet Buddy’s eyes. “Fred’s a bit heavy, but you can help me, okay?”

Buddy’s shoulders slumped slightly, clearly wishing she could manage it on her own. “I big enough to carry him myself,”she muttered, looking a little disappointed.

Beth glanced at you, amused. “Same with you, little miss. Steve might not be as heavy as Freddie, but he’s still a bit much for you, yeah?”

You crossed your arms stubbornly. “I’m strong! I can carry him,” you protested, looking at Beth with your best “I’m serious” face.

Beth softened, giving you a warm smile. “I know you’re strong, Roo, but pumpkins like these need two strong people to carry them.” 

You let out a tiny huff but nodded. “Why don’t you girls carry the lights, yeah? That’s the most important thing!” Leah suggested. 

“Yeah!” You nodded, taking a packet of LED candles from Beth. 

Outside, Beth and Leah set the pumpkins down, and you and Buddy immediately crouched in front of them, faces glowing with excitement as Beth switched on the LED candles inside.

“Look at him!” you said proudly, reaching out to pat Steve’s carved face.

Leah nodded, watching you both bask in pride. “I’d say Steve and Freddie are the best pumpkins ever!”

[askinkiskarma]

Okay bestie !! I have another one hehe :P

Imagine Neteyam and Mate who made a deal because they fought for some reason. This leading to the fact that they can't stand eachother so they figure out that they shouldn't have seggs* until one of them loses (y'know because it's in these moments that they are the closer and they just wanna see whose the "weakest").

So there would be this permanent tension and quite of teasing. And the stubbornness the two of them are would refuse to lose this stupid bet even though the desire is damn high... lol

I don't know if it made sense. But it's funny and I am sure you'll make an amazing oneshot out of this (If you decide to write it).

Yeah that's it lovely 💕 muah

Oh and I don't know if you would do these emoji anon things 🤷🏻‍♀️ So I just leave mine here in case hihi 🍨

Hi bestie, sorry for taking me so long, but better late than never i hope x

of course you can be my 🍨 anon!!

wc: 895 words

minors DNI!!!

The tensions in your and your mate's tent were running high, so high you felt they were about to ascend too far up and run orbits around Pandora and come back to you in just a couple minutes. You were both calm people, you thought. You were rational, and tried to solve your issues with logic and empathy. You always listened to each other's point of view and always adjusted yours if it was necessary. Your relationship was the epitome of a healthy, adult relationship and yet, here you were, giving each other dirty looks and silent treatments, for the second day in a row.

"Well, if you're gonna be such an asshole about it, don't even think about make-up sex, or angry sex, or any sort of sex. There will be a lot of apologising that needs to happen before I even consider it again."

"What makes you think I want to have sex with you? You should be the one apologising, you're in the wrong. Also, I'd like to see you try to keep your insatiable little hands away from me. You're a fiend."

"Ha! That's a good one. I bet you're going to come crawling by the end of today."

"Fine. I'll see your bet and raise you one. Whoever caves first gets to be the one to tell Kiri we used all of her very valuable oil she spent months collecting as massage oil so we can role-play."

You watched annoyedly as Neteyam was getting dressed in a new loincloth that hung so damn attractively off his hips, it was making your mouth water. He picked up an intricate, embellished neck piece, one of his favourites (that you made him) and you smirked when he struggled to tighten it around his neck. You made your way to him slowly, enjoying every moment he was struggling, picturing his pout as he knew he needed your help, but was too stubborn to ask, almost as if you were looking straight at it.

You made it a point to drag your fingers up his back gently, slowly, in barely-there touches that you knew he was crazed for, until your hands found his necklace. You felt the small shudder escape him and your smirked widened, almost able to taste the sweet nectar of victory on your tongue.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Your smirk was promptly erased off your face as he turned, and his eyes, dark and mischievous, glistened with so much arousal, so much ache, it was making you wet just taking it all in, and the man didn't even touch you yet. He was right, you were a fiend. His hand raised to brush your face, and he lowered his head to capture your lips in a kiss, gentle and innocent, that you fought with every fibre of your being to keep that way. It was his turn to grin as he heard your panted breaths loudly in his ears, and he pulled away and left the tent without another word, leaving you desperate and needy.

This continued for days, and by the end of the 5th day, you were both so fucking horny you weren't seeing straight anymore. This was your own personal hell, you concluded. And yet, somehow hell had nothing on the mere thought of letting him win, of proving to him you were weaker than him, of telling Kiri what lewd, unsavoury things you used her precious oil on.

Neteyam's mind was spinning with ache. You were good at this. Too good. He saw you getting dressed, purposefully taking your time, running your hands over your breasts, flickering your nipples almost as if it was an accident, trailing your fingers over your waist and groping your ass to check that your loincloth is tightened properly around your tail. It wasn't, as when you bent over, you gave him a full view of your soaked, dripping cunt as you wrapped beautiful, beaded ankle bracelets on both your ankles. The smell of your arousal hit him like a fucking ton of bricks and he started palming his cock to release some of the painful pressure he has felt for days now. It turns out working and being a productive member of society with a constant erection was harder than Neteyam had anticipated when he made the bet - pun intended.

Fuck this.

You could hear Neteyam. Hear his heaving chest as his eyes landed on you, hear the way he was exhaling through his nose a lot more forcefully than he had just a few seconds ago. You could feel the air in the tent changing, charging, becoming thick with need and anticipation. You knew you won, but you still gasped in shock at the hand that wrapped around your queue and hair, pulling your head backwards, and at the feel of Neteyam's hard cock prodding at your sopping entrance.

"You're not playing fair, yawne. And if I have to crawl on my knees and beg for forgiveness just to feel your pussy milking me dry, I'll do it over and over again. So you win. But you might regret it tomorrow when you're limping on the way to the next mission."

You moaned and smiled at the threat. You couldn't wait.

"Don't leave out any details when you talk to your sister. I want to see you suffer."

[jacesvelaryons]

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The first written piece of the event then!! starting off strong with one of my favourite links, wars! this was fun to write and a lovely first request to work on <3

[Event masterlist]

How much has he drank?

We were only supposed to have a couple of drinks here before heading to the room we rented upstairs. I mean Twilight did warn me beforehand that he noticed humans have a much higher tolerance than hylians do, but his can't be this much lower… can it? 

“[name]... [name] I can’t believe you’re still single you’re so - so…”

“I’m in a relationship wars, you already know that, you drunken dork.”

“You- you’re taken?”

He’s on the verge of tears, he looks so worked up that he’s driving himself to cry over this. He really is in love with me that much, I really did get lucky with him. Falling into another world really doesn’t feel as scary when you find yourself a lover even if they can get a bit clingy at times. 

“Well yeah of course I am, I’m taken by you link. We’ve been dating for a month.”

“We have..? OH, we - we-  yeah we have been!”

“Come on wars how much of a lightweight are you to forget that after just one or two drinks? It’s like you don’t even want to be with me like that.”

I - I shouldn’t have said that, even as a clear joke it looks like it’s hurt him way more than I ever wanted it to. The tears are still there but now both his lip is quivering and his fists are clenched so tight they’re bleached white which really isn't a good look when you add in the fact that he's swaying on his feet. There couldn’t be a clearer sign to get him out of here to sleep and sober up. 

“I didn’t mean that link, I was just trying to make a dumb joke without thinking, I’m sorry.”

“..!”

“I know, I know link. Come on let's get out of here.”

Hylians are so much lighter than they have any reason to be, even with him clinging to me like an absolute dead weight he weighs nothing. So while it might be a little awkward at times when he tries to pick me up, I'm more than thankful seeing as it means I can easily rest his head on my shoulder to carry him out. 

Leaving was strange though, seeing as several people started to point and get riled up. Even through his own drunkenness link managed to tilt his head just enough to look up. 

and start grinning?

He might even be blushing too, but there's no way to tell that with how flushed he is anyway. He's so smug about something, I can't help but look at him with a bit of confusion.

“We -hic- we're under the mistletoe honey, does your world not… not have mistletoe?”

“No we have mistletoe, it's got a tradition arou- oh.”

That’s why he’s cuddling up to and laughing at me, we’re standing under the mistletoe. Is it bad I’m almost nervous about kissing him like this? With all these people watching me, watching us, I just feel so unsettled. With the joke I made earlier though, it would be downright cruel to turn him down. “I’m guessing that it’s similar here then? The tradition that is… would you like me to kiss you here link?”

“Is th-that even something you need to ask? I want everyone - everyone here to know that you’re mine.”

Yes, he does. His body language is just as blatantly obvious about it too. Come on [name], you’ve kissed him before, this isn’t something new. He’s so excited too. Could you dare turn him down? Not that I needed to answer that. He decided for the both of us while I was still coming to terms with the idea, seems I was just taking too long in his eyes. 

It’s a nice kiss, not as gentle as when he’s sober but it’s still so tender. Even with the alcohol on his breath, the way he’s acting is nothing short of a clumsy display of worship. One that he seems so reluctant to end, but comes to one anyway as he’s exhausted himself not enough to pass out but enough that he’s let his head fall onto my shoulder yet again. It’s almost inconsiderate of him to expect me to carry him after a kiss like that, he knows how weak I get for him, how much I melt when he’s so tender and demanding of my focus. 

“Is that enou-enough to prove that I care?”

“Wars you didn’t need to prove that to me, I already knew that you do.”

“Wanted to prove it t’ eve’yone else too.”

It’s like he’s considering doing it again, which I wouldn’t mind, but if he does I know I’ll drop him so it’s really for the best that he at least waits till he’s sitting down, in our room preferably. He’s gotten the hint for now, but that might only be because he’s to drunk to move again. Either way I can carry him away from the crowd. 

“Why’ve you gotta do that love? There’s no chance of me ever leaving you for any of them.”

“That’s not how they saw y’... I wouldv’ killed him for how he was talkin bout you… didn’ wanna cause a sce- scene though honeybeeee…”

Link would kill someone for me? I would like to think he wouldn’t ever have a nightmare of doing that, but if he’s saying it so confidently when he’s drunk…. He wouldn’t, would he?

“You don’t need to ever kill someone for something like that, don’t stress yourself out link.”

“Already have… don’ like when they’re rude about you love…”

That made me freeze up, right when I was about to open the door. It has to be the alcohol talking. Yeah it has to be. It has to be.

@sketchyspook seeing as you asked so nicely to be tagged in every post from now on (is this an unofficial start to a taglist? I guess it is one.)

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 5 - healing salve

Warnings: guns/talk of compromised food

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Some reprieve is granted, but it’s not without cost.

<3

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Thompson stares at Clint, then at Natasha.

“Fine,” he agrees.

“Fine. But given the events of the last couple of weeks, you can only use it before 7am or after 8pm. If you stray out of this, if you create trouble; whether it’s your fault or not, then the privilege is revoked. I’m allowing this because the intel you gave about Vladivostok has been valuable and saved two agents from certain death. So if you fuck up, that’s on you. You have to then earn the rights again. Do you understand me?”

Natasha looks straight past him, but Clint smiles easily, and thanks his superior.

“Clint. Stay.”

Natasha takes two steps out the door, standing at attention waiting for Clint to follow.

Met by Agent Coulson, she stands a little straighter and watches the man approach.

“Romanoff,” he greets mildly.

“How are you?”

She doesn’t want to be rude, but she also doesn’t want to say anything. The self imposed silence since the attack had been one way of keeping her anger close by, and her thoughts to herself.

Though mandated to talk in therapy, she tried to be cautious with her words, considering them before speaking and focusing on the questions in front of her. It was the same for the continued debrief.

They still only touched on the make up of the Red Room and the KGB, even the FSB and not delved too much into her own history, though she felt it was coming.

Too much did not make sense without the context behind it, Odessa and Chechnya loomed ahead and she knew that if she were to talk about them, it would take days to explain the compounds and layouts and what they actually held.

She nods in acknowledgment and he takes it as permission to step forward and engage her in conversation.

“Did Thompson allow the request to go through?” he asks as though he didn’t already know the answer.

Natasha nods again, waiting for another inane comment or question that he already knew the answer to.

Instead, he starts to talk about the weather and the variability of the day. He describes how one of the shooting ranges was on the roof, the other; for sniper shooting, stood just outside so the targets could be far enough for ranged shooting.

He talked about how the latter is Clint’s favourite and how he likes to show off with arrows.

“He’s going to want to make you shoot arrows with him,” he warns with a wry smile.

“I think it’s a right of passage for anyone who is his partner.”

Natasha frowns and looks at him, the conversation not requiring much; if anything, from her but instead gives her company whilst waiting.

She doesn’t know if he’s smart or an idiot in telling her things, whether it’s a trap, or if telling her that Clint is going to be her partner that she’s passed some kid of test.

What she wants to ask is what’s going to happen next. The days feel sisyphean, monotonous of late.

She continues to be debriefed and reliving moments of her life that she doesn’t want to, the process leaving her numbed out and hollow.

Life doesn’t seem like anything but a chore, but still she persists.

She made a choice and if anything she feels like she wants to see how it plays out.

“Have you ever shot an arrow before?”

Even as Natasha considers an answer, Clint opens the door and smiles to find Coulson standing with Natasha.

He greets him with a smile, a rare one that doesn’t feel faked.

Natasha feels she has come to tell the difference in the months she’s been with him.

Coulson turns his attention to Clint, asking him a couple of questions about Thompson’s debrief before turning back to Natasha.

“I’d take the sniper range if I was you. But your choice.”

Clint looks between the two in a question but neither Coulson nor Natasha elaborate.

There’s a beat of a moment before Coulson bids them good bye, knocks on the door and with a shout of admittance, and heads into Thompson’s office.

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The rest of the day passes without incident.

Natasha is deposited back into her glass cell and she can’t help but feel caged.

Pacing like an animal, she tries to dissipate the feelings that lays below her skin, and recites numbers in English, then French, and as she hits her hundredth lap and pauses. She wishes there was a window or at the very least a clock in the room.

With no way to tell the time, except by way of food delivery, Natasha feels the heaviness of apathy as she begins her count again.

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Clint finishes his paperwork, wanting to get to the shooting range. Glancing at the time that reads just past 7, he thinks that Natasha should have finished her dinner and likely is waiting for him.

It prompts him to stretch and stand, and go and find food for himself.

He finds the cafeteria mostly empty as he buys a chicken curry and rice, wondering if he’ll be able to handle the spice.

He thinks on Thompson’s words as he wishes he’d grabbed a drink as well, his mouth smarting in the spice.

He’d been asked who would support and take Natasha to and from therapy and debrief whilst he was gone.

Truth be told, he’s slightly excited about getting out.

The monotony had been feeling oppressive.

There was a toss up between Coulson and Maria, but the decision that Coulson needed to go with him to England rather than Maria had sealed the deal.

He hadn’t told Natasha, as he wanted her to know that he wasn’t abandoning her.

He felt guilty but knew that this mission had to be him.

His contact in Manchester was getting cold feet, and just needed some reassurance to continue to feed Shield information on Hydra.

As it stood, he’d been quiet reliable so Clint was unsure what had gone wrong.

He’d wanted to at least get to the shooting range once with Natasha, it felt mean to have be able to go and not do it, now that it had been approved.

He was unsure just how involved Maria wanted to be, given her apparent indifference to Natasha and if it was just escorting her to therapy and debrief and sitting through the debrief as Clint had done then he probably needed to give her a heads up on that.

He finishes his meal, throws out the packaging and starts on his way to the cells.

“Clint! Wait!”

Sharon jogs to catch up to him and he smiles to greet her.

“Are you still on guard jury?” Clint enquires, realising he hadn’t seen her in a couple of days.

Sharon nods.

“I just wanted to tell you that there’s been a couple of people trying to come to see her,” she tells him.

“I think it was Thompson’s order that it was only you, but they’ve been trying. I don’t let them, but the other guards, I don’t know.”

She looks down.

“I just wanted to let you know.”

Clint nods, anger building.

“Who?” he asks softly.

She looks uncomfortable.

“I.. Uh. I’m new. I just wanted to tell you that she might not be safe.”

Clint understands the underlying meaning to her words.

“When was your last shift?”

“Tuesday,” she pauses, “around 7pm.”

“Thanks,” Clint tells her, “I really appreciate it.”

Sharon makes to move away.

“Is it true what they say about her?”

Clint knows he’s missed the Shield gossip line.

“What’s that?”

“That she’s going to kill us the first chance she gets and take shield apart from the inside out?”

Clint shakes his head.

“No. She couldn’t. Even if she wanted to.”

He tries to be reassuring.

“She agreed to come, help and defect, she wouldn’t go through all of this just to take us all out. They’re just scared.”

Sharon lowers her eyes and stares at her hands.

“I know, when I take her food, she always says thank you when she sees me. They were putting things in it, I noticed when you changed it around, that they tried to change it back. When I asked them why they wanted me to take particular foods they just smiled. So I ate some, and it was foul. I think they’d been putting ground up bones or something equally as hard in any of the food and in the tea, they’d put another liquid that made it taste off. I don’t know Clint, I’m new, but I feel like they should have more integrity than that?”

Clint’s blood boils.

“How often are you on guard duty?” he asks, wondering just how safe she is.

He thought she just hadn’t been eating because the food was different, or the events of the day had been too much and not left much of an appetite.

But to hear that people had been messing with her, with her food and now wanting access, he can’t help but wonder just what else was going on.

If he was going to be away for the next week, he couldn’t imagine just what might happen to her without his protection.

“Every Monday to Wednesday,” she replies, almost as if it’s a question.

Clint leads her to Coulson office, and knocks twice, hoping that he’s still there and not gone home.

Predictably, the door opens, and Coulson seems unsurprised to see Clint standing with Sharon.

“Can we come in?”

Coulson steps aside and Sharon balks at the door.

“I don’t want to get anyone into trouble,” she hesitates.

Clint smiles, in what he hopes is a practiced, reassuring smile.

“No trouble, we just need a little more information and maybe your help, if you’re willing.”

Coulson looks confused and Clint shuts the door behind them.

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Natasha curls into herself on the bed.

The thin anti suffocation sheets were not warm and the temperature of whole room was at the mercy to outsiders.

She was either too hot or too cold, but at least, she thought that she had clothes to keep her warm.

She had thought Clint would come, given the permission of being able to go to the shooting range. But he hadn’t.

Natasha hates herself for being disappointed.

She had come to trust his words, and she had thought that he was excited, given Coulson’s chat and Clint’s grin when it had been approved, but he hadn’t come.

No one had.

Hours she had been left alone and she was beginning to think she should start her bedtime routine.

Sighing softly to herself, she stretches her body and heads towards the tiny shower room, feeling sorry for herself.

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Clint waits, wondering just how long she’d take in the bathroom, feeling quite creepy as he standing just outside the glass.

He was late, the time almost midnight, but wanting to be true to his word when he said he would come back.

If she is surprised when she exits, she doesn’t show it.

He starts with an apology and tries to explain.

“Your time here, over the past couple of months hasn’t been great, has it?”

Natasha doesn’t say anything.

He didn’t expect her to.

“Do you want to shoot some guns? We can only go to the one on the roof but there’s no one there and maybe it’ll help.”

He thinks he sees her smile.

She holds out her hands for the handcuffs and the door opens with Clint’s keycard.

“Hopefully we won’t have to do the whole handcuff thing too much longer,” he tells her, the click of them closing audible.

“I don’t mind,” she replies softly.

The walk to the roof is slow, and Clint seems to be deep in thought as he leads the way.

The gun range isn’t what she thought.

Enclosed, likely sound proofed, the room was black, lanes to shoot in there’s guns, to her left, in a cage.

“What do you want to shoot with?”

The question feels innocuous but Natasha feels that she can tell a lot from people in the gun they have.

Dreykov’s chosen firearm was a Makerov PM.

She hated that gun. He would shoot it and then make them smell the residue.

Clint picks the beretta 92fs.

“Here.”

She takes it, feeling the weight of the weapon and feeling more at ease that she had over the last months.

She disassembles it with ease, looking over the components and then reassembles it.

The monotony of it like a healing salve at having a means of protection and being able to do something that isn’t talking.

He hands her the clip and she inserts it in.

Clint takes his own gun and leads the way.

Earmuffs on, Clint shoots the first shot, allowing Natasha’s focuses her breathing, counting a breath in and out before she shoots.

The first shot goes wide.

Anger curls within her.

Grasping it with two hands, she presses the trigger again.

It hits centre.

The third and forth follow.

The next shots punch through and she feels at ease.

Glancing sideways to Clint he signals to ask if she’s finished.

They spend the next hour just shooting.

Clint doesn’t stop her.

For Natasha it’s the most cathartic thing she’s done and the most at peace she’s been in such a long time; and even though the night is late, he just lets her continue.

For once, her brain quietens.

She thinks that maybe she’ll even sleep.

As she expends the last clip, she knows they need to stop.

She joins him on the bench.

“Thank you,” she says sincerely.

Clint reaches across and squeezes her hand, letting go as quickly as he touches.

“I have to go to England tomorrow,” he tells her.

The world tips.

There is no good without the bad, she thinks idly. She should have known this was coming.

“Maria will be here and make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’ll be gone for about a week.”

The words seem to overshadow the last hour and a half and Natasha’s anxiety peaks.

She nods, unsure what to say; her mind reeling with the repercussions of not having him there.

“Can we go back now?” she decides on.

The walk back is slow.

She finds Sharon sitting guard, and then another at the next post.

In her mind she wonders how to protect herself.

They approach her cell and she turns on him.

“Can I keep these?” she asks, holding up the handcuffs.

Clint frowns.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid? That you won’t jeopardize the work we’ve done here? All the things you’ve done and put in motion already?”

Natasha doesn’t meet his eyes as he removes the cuffs but giving them to her anyway.

On a whim, she holds onto his hand, squeezing it.

“Thanks for trying,” she whispers, so softly he could have imagined it.

She pulls back before he can react and takes three steps back, just as she always does.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” he promises.

She turns away from him and he does the same, unsure what’s left.

It’s only when he returns to his car, that he realises she’s stolen his watch.

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Hi! ৻(•̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)⊹｡ Welcome to my tumblr page! I’m Ryn I go by they/them! And I’m pansexual/demiromantic

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Hey 👋

Favourite bridgerton scenes??

Hello!

Hmm, favorite Bridgerton scenes? Well since I am a huge Polin fan, I of course have to say that any scene with Polin are my absolute favorites. But if I had to pick some favorite Polin scenes I would have to pick in season one the assuredly, fervently, loudly scene, the scene in season 2 when they talk at the races, the carriage scene, under the willow tree scene, the scene in the church in part 2 when Colin makes that goofy face and Pen smiles :) , and also in part two when Colin reads Pens letters again and he smiles; that scene made me cry. They are my favorite couple in the series but I also love them as individual characters because I can relate to both Colin and Pen on a personal level. They both just mean a lot to me.

But another aspect of the show that I adore is the Bridgerton siblings. I am a huge sucker for sibling relationships when it comes to tv shows and movies, as well as friendships, and found family stories, so anytime the siblings can be together and just hang out together in the drawing room are just pure gold. For example, when Eloise is asking "how does one become with child", and then Colin is like, "have you ever been to a farm.." and then Benedict smacks him in the head, love it! Also in season 3 I loved all of Colin and Eloise's scenes, I just love the bond that they have and Eloise being protective of Colin, just warms my heart.

I also love Penelope and Eloise's friendship. I know Eloise isn't always the best listener, and they had a bit of a falling out for obvious reasons lol, but I think their friendship is special because friends like that are hard to find.

I have to mention the Featheringtons as well because they are just absolutely hilarious! I loved in season three the scene with Portia and Dankworth and Finch and she asks "where are your ladies?", and then Dankworth goes "I lost mine", and Finch goes I sent mine to fetch a pastry or something like that, and Portia is like your wife is a pastry Mr. Finch! haha

Thanks for your question fangirl226. What about you, what are your favorite Bridgerton scenes?

[atd-everything-girl]

A Demigod of my own.. Ch. 1 my little seashell.

This is a fanfic about Triton from Percy Jackson series and his point of view along with an couple of ocs of mine to make the story interesting. (With a couple of my hcs enjoy!)

The prince Triton, the son of poiseden.. That was his only identity so far.. expect for that dumb Disney movie the little mermaid (he swears that movie portrayed him way too old). Triton had been feeling more insecure than ever, a thought he had heard a couple of fish gossiping about earlier 'Prince Triton takes so much pride in being poiseden's heir he's immortal it's not like he gonna die anytime soon.' and then another fish said 'you know a couple years back I heard poiseden telling that Demigod boy of his that he was his favourite son.' Triton had left not wanting to hear more (he silently destroyed those fish later on due to anger) but the thought had remained with him since had that stupid Jackson boy accepted immortality instead of telling the gods to be better parents his father would have replaced him in a heartbeat for Percy, the thought still silently terrified him though he knew that confronting poiseden and demanding to ask why a puny Demigod was his favourite; he knew that he would only be asked a thousand questions and probably punishment 'How do you know I said that? ' 'He saved olympus twice what have you ever done to become my heir besides being my oldest son?' 'He beat Ares in a fight when he was 12 tell me do you have the guts to fight Ares?' and so on Triton had silently been growing more resentful of Percy and more depressed worrying about how much importance did he really have and that his father probably couldn't care less about him in general, he'd been growing more paranoid as well. However, some help and comfort he had received due to a certain friend. A couple years back he had been answering calls on Poseidon's behalf because poiseden had some 'matters' to attend to (probably chasing a poor Ocean nymph) when a certain call by a minor god only a few years younger than him intrigued him a son of Hades called Zagreus, the younger god had been rather friendly with him and told him that they should meet sometime when he comes to the surface, Triton had agreed on the condition that they would not be up there for more than 7 hours since his mother would question him if he were and those questions would annoy him, Zagreus had told him to meet at a beach near one of the exits out of Hades's realm. They had infact met there and Zagreus said ' Dude, try assuming human form so can roam on land and we can a proper conversation ' ' what's wrong with me being in the water?' Triton had asked. 'Well I don't like sitting on sand for too long and also your face looks like a monster-like green.' 'Thank you for your honesty Mr underworld prince but I don't know how to walk on legs. ' 'come on just try it I'll teach you ' 'fine.' so he had transformed, his skin colour was a perfect tan, his Curly Black hair still tied in a high ponytail, he had some black leggings and blue sweater on and of course he stumbled a couple times but Zagreus had taught him how to walk properly soon Triton could run, for a while it has become a weekly thing Zagreus would ires-message him to meet up, Triton would make his father was too busy to notice that Triton had stepped out of his realm and then he would talk with Zagreus for hours, despite being two princes/heirs of two different realms they had a lot in common their fathers being rather neglectful and distant, them having better relationships with their mother figures,them feeling rather questionable due to their fathers having obvious Demigod favourite ism (Though a difference being that Zagreus actually liked his Demigod brother a lot), there had been a couple of times where they couldn't meet due to the war with gaea and Kronos and during approximately 2 or 3 years before Percy's intial claiming, Triton had met a certain woman a lifeguard who worked part time at wallmart, Sofia malician. A beautiful red headed woman with olive skin colour and kind sky-blue eyes. He had met her when zag had ires-messaged him and he was waiting for him. He had saw her sitting and ended up staring at her, Sofia caught him once he turned his face away, twice he turned his face away again.

[boyfridged]

Hello, sorry to bother you. I saw your post about 80s Batman comics compared to today's and i wanted to ask you if you know if there's a good starting point to begin reading Batman and Detective Comics from that era. My mind inmediately goes to post crisis but I felt i needed to ask, thanks and sorry if im bothering.

you're not a bother, no worries!

i don't think there's one good answer to it. post-crisis is a good starting point if you want to get background on the contemporary lore as a whole, but my commentary regarding it was not limited to it. there's at least a couple of pre-crisis stories that are very much worth checking out, for example:

detective comics #457 which is the first appearance of leslie (i'm cheating here because it's a story from 1978 but leslie becomes relevant again only in the 80s),

detective comics 501 - 502 which is an intro of julia remarque,

batman special #1 (1984): a storyline about wrath which was specifically mentioned by me in the post you're talking about.

i am also tempted to be a bit cheeky and to say to just read through the silver age, because while not my favourite, there is plenty that conway has to offer. and i definitely do recommend moench's run who has written both dc and batman since 1983 to 1986, wherein the first incarnation of jason appears. and don't listen to anyone who says that he's just a copy of dick – it's a fantastic and ironic story wherein all similarities are purposeful. moench's writing might lack the political and social depth that for instance that of barr does, but i think this is the era that really gets into the meaning of legacy and family in batman, and if you want to get an idea of what bruce realistically could be like as a father also to post-crisis jason (given we don't actually get to see that much), this is perfect background to post-crisis. and speaking of pre-crisis, batman and the outsiders (1983) is also quite good!

when reading post-crisis, keep in mind the office politics of the time, but first of all do not forget to read the absolutely riveting barr's detective comics run starting with dc #569. detective comics #574 (this story actually starts with #573) is a reference to dc #457 and batman special #1, both mentioned above. it's also probably my favourite batman story ever. and while for whatever reason a lot of people don't like it, batman year 2 is phenomenal too. since we're already covering barr, batman: son of the demon is one of the best batman books as well.

don't forget about annuals during that read-through either (starting with #11 for post-crisis). there are also some other series (and mini-series) that you might want to read, like legends or the cult. (<- although neither of these two are my top picks. but they do exist) oh, and the batgirl special from 1988.

in case you don't know, dick does not belong to the batman office at the time, so he sparsely appears in these comics. but the titans titles of the era are pretty straightforward so i don't think you need guidance in this matter (also, jason for example actually does get borrowed by them too.)

catwoman (1989) is another must-read and a scene from it was mentioned in the post of mine as well.

i'm probably forgetting about something...? i'm not big on strict reading guides (i think the fun of it is to just dive into it by yourself), but these are a couple of my recs. i'd say you can just start with post-crisis batman (#401!)/dc (#569, already mentioned) and later 'read around' with these titles as further points of reference.

[misery-has-no-company-now]

character ask game 15, 18, 20 for New Jersey, New York, Connecticut

Hey, thanks for the ask! Here we go-

Connecticut -

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I haven't really given this one much thought since I've neither thought of Connie a lot nor do I really go that deep into shipping since it's not the most interesting part for me, but I've read a bunch of Connecticut/Florida fics and so far that's been my favourite one to read (: [Also Flo called Connie Butter-cut in one of the videos 🥹]

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I really like Flo's and Connie's conversations, of course. Connecticut is always just right at the edge while talking to Flo, who is either confused by them or keeps provoking them, and it's hilarious. Then the little bit of Connie and Rhodey we've seen - love that. But my favourite is actually Connie and Gov's relationship. I can explain.

For example, in the WNY 9/8 pt 1: A Wild Beefalo Has Appeared! video, Connie is just...so patient while explaining something to Gov - or at least patient in comparison to some of the other states we've seen yelling at and insulting Gov while giving him an answer. He doesn't do either of those or makes Gov feel stupid for not knowing the answer or what is going on in the state - he just takes a deep breath and calmly explains the whole 'part bison, part cow' thing to him. I feel like Gov really needs to talk with someone who doesn't get mad at him very easily, and Connie just fits that role in my eyes. Also, I bet that while Gov was still the Continental Congress, he and Connecticut would often get mixed up with each other since they both were called 'Con' for short. Till Connecticut gradually moved to the nickname 'Connie' and Congress started being called 'Connor' more often [then eventually Gov], they used to amuse each other by annoying the other states (Connie was one of the few rare states that Congress was not scared to loosen up and relax around) through answering to that name when someone was clearly calling for the other one (:

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?

Rhodey. They both are two peas in a pod - small, feisty, and ready to bite with a whole lotta attitude. They were definitely pirates back in the day and uh... you know what @crazedstoryteller I feel like I should just tag you at this point since many of these headcannons are either yours or developed from yours anyway <3

Also, they both love the Boardwalk and are willing to take down anyone in a fight, no matter their size. They'll call each other in the middle of the night and ask them to join them in a fight - not because they need help but because they know the other one would love to be a part of the fight too. You know like how sometimes you might look at some picture and think "yeah, this friend of mine would want to see this"? Rhodey and Connie do that but with partaking in fights.

New Jersey -

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Dara, come get your boys again because it's New Jersey/New York (: They're one of the sweetest couples I can think of really.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

I don't remember which episode it was but there's one in which NJ says he's got to tell RI even Mass (I think?) doesn't like New York coming over. I can just imagine New Jersey and Rhode Island being the gossip queens of the Northeast lmao. And it doesn't hurt that they both are small enough to hide in places to secretly get the tea to spill to each other later...

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?

Hmm, for this I'd have to say Nevada for sure. Nevada's a gossip queen too so that's also there. Then they both have large gambling centers that they regularly discuss about with each other. And NJ's one of the few rare states that (and the only one who regularly) allows Nevada to experiment with new hairstyles and make-up looks on him, partially because he's his friend and partly because he likes most of the looks himself too.

New York -

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

New Jersey/New York again, enough said (:

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

You know how in MA joins the table, Mass gives those ventilators to NY because he's not well and "Ain't nobody gonna kill no-how but me."? They're brothers, your honour, I swear. And because I can't stick to one alone; New York and Florida, outside the table, get along well too. NY's like his uncle that keeps visiting.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screen time they share doesn't matter?

California, California, California, Cal-

They have so much in common - Broadway and Hollywood, loud big cities that never sleep, major economies, technology and the stock market, etc. etc. They hang out a lot and discuss all this stuff. Cali would be going through the script of the latest musical New York is in to see where the lights would need to be switched on and all that while New York is reading about California's next acting role to see the best outfits he should wear at all those show premieres.

This turned out longer than I expected, but I hope you're happy with the answers, anon!

[chapter1991]

Dancing Flames

Fred Weasley was heading down the stairs of the boys' dormitory, on his way to a Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room when he saw a familiar bushy haired girl in front of the fireplace...

The snow on the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room was quickly piling up as Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, with her back against the couch. Her eyes followed the flames that danced around, completely zoned out. A large plaided cover was draped over her shoulders, while she wore a black/red checkered flannel pyjama. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, a cup of hot chocolate rested on the top. She took in a relaxed breath as the flames reflected in her eyes.  

Fred came down from the boys’ dormitories wearing dark jeans and a burgundy shirt, ready to head to the Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room. He stopped in the middle of the common room when he saw the familiar bushy haired girl sitting in the otherwise empty common room. He tiptoed closer as he looked at the girl he had a crush on for the past few months. Fred leaned on the back of the couch and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at the fireplace and the flames turned into a couple, that waltzed between the flames. He smiled when Hermione let out a small gasp and leaned forward, closer to the flames.   

“You like it?” He asked quietly, but even in the empty room it sounded loud. Hermione jumped a bit in surprise and turned to look at Fred.  

“You scared me, Fred.”  

“Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly, before rounding the couch and slid down next to her. He aimed his wand again and the flames turned into two dragons circling each other.  

“How do you that?” She asked with big round eyes.  

Fred shrugged as he watched the dragons. “Don’t know. George and I learned it when we were young. But then it was just shaped and figures, now we can change it into anything.”  

“That’s amazing.” She tore her eyes away from the dragons and looked up at Fred, with a frown. “Why aren’t you at the famous Hufflepuff Christmas party?”  

“I needed a powernap after quidditch practice. Just got ready.” He twirled his wand again and it changed into a couple of players flying around on a broom, tossing a Quaffle between them. “Aren’t you going?”  

“Does it look like I’m going to a party?” She chuckled as she gestured to her pyjamas.  

“Maybe you’re making a fashion statement.” Fred clicked his tongue, grinning. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Why aren’t you going?”  

“Cormac will be there. And he is seriously giving me the creeps.”  

“Hm, yeah. He’s a real creep. And I know you can handle it yourself, but if he ever bothers you, you can always come to me or Georgie.”  

“Thanks.” She offered him a small smile before looking back at the fire, sipping her cup. When Fred didn’t make a move to stand up, she turned and cocked her head up at him. “Aren’t you going?”  

“Not just yet.” He smiled as he looked at the flames, turning them once again. Now the flames turned into a girl, reading a book with a cat curled up at her feet.   

“I know you were planning on drinking something stronger, but would you like some hot chocolate?” She asked holding up her thermos, hoping he would stay a little longer.   

“Yeah, thanks.”   

Hermione transfigured a piece of log into a dark red cup with a golden-letter F on it before she poured him a cup and handed it over. The fingers brushed each other as he took the cup, their eyes met for a moment before Hermione looked down, blushing. Fred watched her for a moment as he sipped his cup of hot chocolate.  

“Wow, that’s amazing!”  

“Dobby makes it. It’s dark Belgian chocolate with a pinch of chili powder. It��s my favourite.”  

“I think it’s mine too.” Fred grinned as he took another big sip from the cup. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head against the seat. “Are you missing your parents?”  

“Yeah, I do. But they went skiing and I really hate it.”   

“How come? Not that I know what skiing is but...”  

Hermione chuckled as she turned her body to him. “Skiing is going down a snowy mountain on two bars made of wood, plastic or metal. You have two poles to steer, so you don’t crash against a three or something.” She chuckled softly. “When I was eleven, I broke my wrist when I couldn’t avoid another skier. I never stepped on a ski again.”  

“You shouldn’t let one bad experience ruin it.” He said he turned to her. “If George and I had to give up after every bad experience or failure we wouldn’t be so close to realise our dream.”  

“Hm... Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.” She smiled. She saw Fred shiver when a cold rush of air came from up the stairs. “Uhm, Fred?” He looked at her with a heightened eyebrow. She raised the left side of her cover. Fred gazed at her with a questioning look. When she nodded, he scooted closer and draped the blanket over his shoulder. They sat close together; the legs bumped as he fidgeted to find the right position. “Is that supposed to be Bill?” She laughed loud as she saw a figure with a long ponytail on top of a pyramid, dancing. Her laugh echoes through the common room and Fred looked at her awestruck, as the light of the flames flickered over her cheeks. He changed the flame into Ron, who was fidgeting with his horrible dress robes in front of the mirror.   

“Bloody hell! I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Fred mimicked Ron’s voice. Her laugh barely died down, before starting up again. Making Fred’s grin even wider. He turned the flames into his mother that stood with her hands on her hips, looking at four young boys.  

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!” Fred tried his best impression of his mum. Hermione placed her cup down as she grabbed her side, that started to sting from laughing so loud. She tried to control her breathing as she looked at Fred with a twinkle in her eyes.  

“It’s been a while since I laughed like that.”   

“I like your laugh.” He said sincerely as he locked his eyes with hers. “I like that I can make you laugh like that.”  

“Oh.” Hermione whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from the handsome red-headed quidditch player in front of her. Fred looked from her eyes to her lips and back. Hermione mimicked his movements before they simultaneously leaned closer to each other. Their lips grazed each other hesitantly, softly before Hermoine’s hand went in his hair and Fred’s hand cupped her cheek, pulling each other closer. The kiss deepened when Fred let his tongue glide over her bottom lip, she opened her mouth eagerly. After a few minutes, hours, neither of them really knew they pulled back, both looking flushed as the portrait swung open.   

Fred looked behind Hermione and saw George, Harry, Ron and Ginny walk in laughing. Hermione looked down at her lap and pulled the blanker closer to her chest as the others came around the couch.  

“Freddie, here you are!” George sat hopping over the back of the couch.  

“I was just about to head out, why are you back?” Fred craned his neck to look at George behind him.  

“After  someone -” He glared at his little brother, who was already falling asleep on the chair in the corner. “Went on a walk with a bottle of fire whiskey, singing loudly in the corridor, the party was over when Minnie caught him.”  

“He’s such an idiot!” Fred laughed looking at his sleeping brother. “Did he get in trouble?”  

“Yeah, three Saturdays detention. I’ll probably have to remind him in the morning though.” Harry snickered. Ginny was eyeing Fred and Hermione as they were still huddled close together. But Hermione kept her eyes focused on the flames.  

“And what have you two been doing?” Ginny asked slowly as she raised an eyebrow. To Fred’s surprise Hermione answered before him.  

“Have you seen what Fred can do to the flames?”  

“No, what?” Harry looked from the flames to her and back.  

“Oh, you showed her our trick.” George said with an all-knowing voice as he glanced at his brother. “Gin, Harry, come here.” He gestured them to the couch.   

George sat behind Fred, while Ginny took the seat behind Hermione and Harry sat down next to Ginny on the couch. Hermione conjured another large blanket the flew over and laid it down on the three behind her as they snuggled closer. She handed over new cups of hot chocolate to the newcomers.   

“Enjoy the show.” George grinned and he waved his wand. Fred pulled the cover closer to him, his hand found hers under the blanket and he intertwined their fingers, he saw her smile in the corner of his eye, which made it hard for him to keep a goofy grin forming on his face.   All of them started to laugh as Ron’s snores filled the silent room as Fred and George put on a little show in the fireplace. Fred took a chance to look at Hermione and when she glanced back, he sends her a wink, that made her blush fiercely.  

Yes, this Christmas, sure turned out better than either one had hoped.   

[parvulous-writings]

Note: I hope you’re doing really well! I know you fulfilled two requests for me, and I’m sorry for sending in another one, I just had a really good idea come to mind!

Fandom: Bill & Ted

Reader: Gender Neutral & Neurodivergent

Pairing: Bill S. Preston x Reader (Romantic) Ted Logan x Reader (Platonic)

Idea: Bill, Ted, and Y/N are getting together for a sensory safe Halloween. Bill and Y/N are a couples costume of Han Solo and Leia with Ted dressed up as Chewbacca. They are having a chill time, watching fun Halloween films, eating sensory safe candy, with nothing but candles and Fairy Lights to light the room.

then maybe evil Bill and Ted come and disrupt the fun and really put a fright on y/n (or something like that)

you don’t have to fulfill this anytime soon, you can save it until close to Halloween, I just thought it would be fun

Warnings: Mild descriptions of overwhelming noise/lights

Words: 2K

Notes: The way I started this two days before Halloween and only just managed to get it done today... We shan't speak of it 🫡 Just to brighten your evening - I finished this whilst dressed as Columbia from Rocky Horror

not my gif

"Dude, are you sure this costume is okay?" Ted asks his best friend, carding his hand through the coarse fur of his costume. He looked a little strange - an almost perfect recreation of Chewbacca, only to cut off just above the shoulders, with Chewbacca's furry face replaced instead by the very ordinary looking head of Ted Logan. "Like... Do you think the fur is the right texture?" "Huh?" Bill replied, turning slightly as he made another attempt to put his fake blaster in it's holster; every time he had tried thus far had resulted in the whole belt starting to fall down. "Dude, I've told you a million times, it's fine!" Bill exclaimed, "It looks good, and it's an alright texture..." He trailed off a little bit, his focus moving again to his belt and blaster. "You okay there, dude?" "Yeah, just... Struggling with this belt, man. Can't get it to stay up..." He mumbles in response. "Did you tuck it in to the loops?" Ted asks, trying to peer over his friend's shoulder in the mirror. "Y'know, like I showed you with mine?" "Oh, shoot, no... Thanks man!" Bill exclaimed, quickly rectifying his mistake. How he had overlooked his best friend's advice he had no idea, but thankfully it was easy enough for him to fix.

"You excited?" Bill asks, as Ted prepares to put the Chewbacca mask over his face, after what had seemed like an eternity fussing and faffing about with the rest of his costume. "Oh, yeah!" Ted's reply is incredibly enthusiastic, but then again, could you really expect anything less from him? He gets to watch movies and binge on sweets with his two favourite people, who wouldn't be as enthusiastic as him? "You know, Ted..." Bill starts, turning to fully face his best friend as he spoke. "I don't think you'll be able to see anything during the movie with that head on.." "I know, but I at least want to wear it for a little while! I saved up for ages for this, man... I want to get some use out of it before it goes back on my shelf..." "Oh, no sure, dude, I just don't want you missing out on the movie is all..." Bill chuckled gently, he knew how much Ted had been looking forward to dressing as Chewbacca.

It had been your idea, originally. A couples costume for yourself and Bill, with something for Ted so that he was included too - though Star Wars hadn't been the initial plan. At first, you had had no idea what you were all going to go as - you only had the concept of the three of you in mind. It was after a few hours of shared silent deliberation, that Bill had suggested Star Wars: and how fitting that was, when you thought about it! Leia, and Han - the couple, for you and Bill to pose as - and then, Chewbacca for Ted, the perfect companion, and it all tied in ever so nicely.

"Right, how do I look?" You asked the pair, making them both jump as you push the garage door open. Bill turns to look at you first, and his jaw practically drops. It's amazing how such a simple costume can make him become so much more smitten with you - he's speechless for a moment, until a quiet 'woah' from Ted breaks him from his thoughts. "Babe, that is perfect-" He rushes to your side, carefully running his hands over the fabric, amazed at how soft it is - if only that material could be used for some of his normal clothes, that would be paradise. "You think so?" "Yeah - you look fantastic!" Bill grins up at you as he speaks, his fingers still grasping at the fabric that made up your costume. "Where did you get this?" He asks, "This doesn't feel anything like any costume I've found recently..." "Oh, I made it..." You chuckle quietly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Made it? But-" Ted started, about to point out how many times you'd had to have rewind a tape, or gone to reruns of the movies to be able to plan out something like a dress pattern for it. "Yeah, I know," You cute him off, "I think I ended up watching it like... twenty times?" You shrug, "It was actually a lot simpler than I thought it was going to be... And nice Chewbacca, Ted, but... Not sure if that's the right face for him, is it?" You tease, and Ted can't help but laugh as he takes a few steps away, going to retrieve the rest of his costume.

"Okay, right... you two are ready, right?" Ted called from behind the camera, as you and Bill fussed over each other - his loose waistcoat, your wig, his belt again, your hood which... Never seemed to fall quite how you wanted it to. "Uh - yeah, alright-" Bill fusses over you for a moment longer, but eventually steps away, as Ted rushes over, having put a little timer on the camera. The three of you bustle about for a moment, getting into a position that's good for everyone; Bill has an arm round your waist, your arm is around his shoulder, pulling him in close, whilst Ted stands behind you both, holding his hands up a little bit as if he's roaring. The flash goes off, and you all wait an extra second or so before Ted goes to dismantle the camera. "When we get that developed, I'm so having that up on my wall..." Bill tells you, with a giddy little smile. You push his shoulder playfully, "As if I won't be the one to keep it..." You joke, shaking your head at him. "Hey, Bill?" Ted calls, arms spread as far as they can reach as he tries to set up a sheet for the projector, not wanting to disturb the moment between the two of you, but not having much of a choice if you all wanted to get the movie going soon. "A little help?" With a quiet 'oh, sure' Bill dashed to the other man's aid, leaving you to happily gather all the pillows and blankets you could find scattered around the house, along with - of course - a few snacks and drinks for you all.

"Okay, you two ready?" You ask, finishing setting up the projector. Ted had just put his Chewbacca head out of the way and was settling himself down on some of the pillows, arranged in a little nest for himself. "Yeah!" They respond in unison. As you go to snuggle with Bill, he mumbles quietly to you, "I can't believe my dad is letting us watch this..." You're not sure of Bill's tone here, but you nod slowly anyway. "Neither can I... Never seen this before..." You reply, and Bill nods back at you - neither has he. As the opening begins, and the three of you start to munch on your assorted snacks, the power goes down. It's completely unexpected, and plunges you all into near complete darkness. The projector has clicked off, the fairy lights flickered out, and your only source of light is the glow of the street lamp outside. "Huh-?" Is Ted's reaction, whilst Bill remains silent, but clings more to you. You cling to him in return, using his presence to try and ground yourself from the scare. "I'm gonna go check the fuse box in the house - you guys stay here.." Ted told you both; it may have been Bill's house, but Ted knew it just as well as the blonde did. Bill warily starts to get up as well; "I'm just going to check the fusebox in the corner, okay babe?" He says quietly to you - and his voice is gently, but not explicitly, trying to tell you that you could say no to this, if it made you feel less anxious. You nod slowly, loosening your grip on him to let him go to the corner of the garage. You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you run your hands over the fabric of your costume to try and calm yourself as Bill heads into the darkness, round the corner to check on the fuse box. He's there for a few minutes, before some movement and a tap at the nearby window catch your attention.

There's two figures standing there, whose silhouettes you... Almost recognise. You get up, moving towards the window. The closer you get, the more you think you can make out about them: it's Bill, and Ted, but there's something not quite right about them - besides, of course, the fact that they had both suddenly ended up outside. Neither of them had their costumes on, but instead,Bill had donned a baseball cap, and Ted's hair was styled in a middle-part, rather than how they normally presented themselves. It was still them, for sure, but... Something about them just didn't sit right with you. As you draw closer, Bill lurches at the window, making you stumble back as he pushes the window open - and Ted tosses something inside, before the pair dash off. There's a moment of silence, before whatever it was Ted had dropped through the window burst into a flurry of crackles and sparks. It assaults your eyes in the darkness, and you cry out, hands instantly moving to cover your face as you stumble back a little bit more. You trip this time, falling flat on your backside with another cry. Footsteps rush towards you from behind, and you feel hands on your upper arms, making you jump in surprise and flail your arms in an almost last-ditch attempt to defend yourself, should this be the off-Bill and Ted.

"Hey, hey-" It's Bill's voice, and he's hurriedly trying to calm you. "What happened?" He asks you, noticing a few dying embers of the firecrackers that had been put in his garage. You just point towards the window, mumbling something that he can't quite understand. Hell, you're not even sure if you can understand it entirely. Bill notices the window, now hanging open, and rushes to close it again, lest any other pranksters try and test the boundaries of your resilience. "It's okay-" He tells you, sitting on the floor beside you, and pulling you into his arms. He knows - better than anyone - that just having someone there can help ground you again, and if it had to be anyone, the best choice was always him. "You're okay..." He whispers to you, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry..." His hand is gentle as it strokes your hair, soothing you back down from your panic. The lights soon flicker on around you, and perhaps a minute or so after this, Ted is back in the room with you both. He's about to say something - probably a joke - but stops himself before he even speaks, when he sees the state you're in. His eyes flit to Bill; 'What happened here?' is the silent question. Bill just shrugs in response, he has absolutely no idea. He doesn't want to ask just yet, either - it's too soon, and he wants you to be able to calm down and recover a little bit before probing the subject. "So, uh... Movie?" Ted probes, and you wearily shake your head. "No... I think I'd much rather just... Hang out with you guys and pig out on candy..." "Dude, that's cool with me-" Ted says, nodding, before gathering all the sweets together in the centre of the room. Bill helps you over, and you all sit in a little circle, passing each other your favourite sweets to try, and laugh at each other's faces if they didn't like them. You stayed in that tight little circle of yours all night - until you all fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Needless to say, despite things not going to plan, and the bad fright you had suffered, it was a very good Halloween with your boyfriend, and his best friend, and you looked forward to doing it all again, come next year.

[wriothesleysgf]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MAKE U MINE — denki kaminari .

about you attend one of class a's reunion parties with your boyfriend, denki. you never anticipated that events would take such an unexpected turn.

genre fluff, a tiny bit of angst but it's quickly resolved.

notes this is my entry for @hystix 's petals of love collab ! it's super duper self induglent, and full of tidbits i associate w my selfship !

wc 1.1k

despite the fact that everybody from class a had graduated a number of years ago, they tried to meet up whenever hectic schedules allowed them too. this year, yaoyorozu had decided to take it upon herself to host a new year's eve gathering, with champagne flowing and japan's newest pro-heroes celebrating another year of successfully kicking villain ass.

being a member of the support course, you were never as involved with school events as much as your boyfriend of the last few years, denki kaminari, was. in fact, you considered it to be an act of fate that brought the two of you together. had you not been in mei's workspace, helping her tinker with her recent invention, you may never have been introduced to the loud-mouthed katsuki bakugou and his blonde, sort of dopey looking friend that you later fell in love with.

he gave you butterflies instantly. having noticed how bakugou's angry demeanour seemed to make you jumpy, denki warned his friend to tone it down. though no words were exchanged between the two of you, the small smiles you offered one another, a wordless "thank you" in your case, the boy caught sight of you in the crowd at the school's festival later that year. he even threw his guitar pick your way — and yes, you do still have it tucked away between the pages of your favourite novel.

you slowly became acquainted with the rest of his class, as when the dorm system was integrated at ua, you often payed a couple of visits to him. though you were timid at first, you found yourself opening up very quickly and becoming a more sensible yet still bubbly counterpart to the hyperactive kaminari. you even made friends with some of his, all of whom welcomed you with open arms — kirishima and mina were particularly fond of you, with the former even slowly becoming something akin to a brother to you. they all adored seeing how happy you made denki, and enjoyed having a beam of sunlight such as yourself around. hell, there were even a couple of squabbles at the beginning of the school year over who would be assigned to you for adjustments and improvements to their hero gear.

before you knew it, midnight was shortly approaching. you hadn't really seen denki that much tonight, and when you had, there just seemed to he something off. the shy little girl that hid inside of you slowly began to tackle you for control, and you had to do your best to reassure her that no, denki wouldn't just throw you under the rug, especially not at a party with all of his friends in attendance.

a call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts. "is everything okay? you look a bit pale," mina asked. she was still swaying to the music thudding through the speakers, moving carefully so as not to spill the brightly-labelled can of whatever alcoholic beverage she had been sipping. "it's denki, isn't it? what did that asshat do?"

her expression shifted to one more serious as she pulled you slightly away from where you were standing and towards the edge of the room. you explained your concerns, how you didn't even know where denki was right now, and how he'd been acting a little bit distant this week.

"sweetheart," mina cooed, "it's nothing like that, i promise. that man is head over heels for you, he has been since the first time he even saw you!" she took a sip of her drink and offered you one too, though you declined. "i remember him coming back to the lunch hall after seeing you. he barely touched his soba because he was busy gushing about 'the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen'. we were sick of it by the end of the week, but in a cripplingly single kind of way, you know?"

there was a small smile on your face when she finished speaking. mina checked her watch before fully returning to her bright and bubbly self — which was only heightened when she was drunk. "you going to be okay, baby? i need to go find kyo!"

you nodded and bid her farewell before returning to the heart of the party once again in search of your boyfriend.

as if on cue, when the clock struck 11:55, a strong pair of hands gripped your wrist and spun you around where you stood. by the static electricity radiating from the touch, you knew exactly who it was.

"hey, sunshine!" he beamed, though nervously scratching the back of his neck. "'s almost midnight. . ."

"mhm, i need to go find sero," you replied teasingly.

denki looked utterly confused and not yet catching onto your bit. "and why would that be?"

"who else is gonna kiss me at midnight?" you giggled softly, smirk giving away the fact that you were joking. denki chuckled a little before switching to a much more serious demeanour, one that you rarely saw with him.

"look, y/n," he trailed off, looking at the clock: 11:57PM. "you've probably noticed that i've been a bit distant recently, and it's just. . . i don't know how to say it."

you grasped both of his hands with your own and ran your thumb over his knuckles, silently reassuring him that whatever was bothering him, he could share it with you.

"i don't. . ." he sighed. "three more minutes." he whispered to himself. "i don't want to start the new year with you as my girlfriend."

your heart broke. no, it shattered. all you wanted was to run away to the nearest bathroom and process that last sentence. mina was wrong. that harmful voice in your head was right, no matter how much you had been working to drown it out. maybe he'd found someone else. maybe he realized that he was to good for you. maybe he's never liked you.

tears welled up in your eyes, and you pleaded with them not to fall just yet. however, the grip that denki had on your hands was unfaltering, so you couldn't move despite wanting to.

"no! no! oh my god, you probably think i'm breaking up with you. . ." he stammered, and you nodded in response, not trusting your voice. "it's the opposite, actually."

although the countdown to ring in the new year had begun, with everybody in the room bellowing at the top of their lungs.

FIVE.

FOUR.

THREE.

"marry me?" denki spat out.

you barely had a second to process it. without even thinking, your lips were on his before the countdown even reached zero. your hands snaked around his neck and his around you waist, letting the rest of the world slip away into a blur. everyone's initial celebrations were reaching a halt as you pulled away from one another.

you lazily rested your head on denki's shoulder, ensuring that your lips were close to his ear as you uttered a single word, returning the sentiment that he was oh so petrified you wouldn't.

"yes."

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thanks for tagging me @enbysiriusblack @squintclover and @mppmaraudergirl 💕💕💕!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

33 (I had more, but every few months I delete 1-2 things I’m not mad about so it doesn’t grow?)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

612,715 🥰🥰🥰

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only the marauders era HP

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1 - We Can Be Heroes : my canon marauders fic (Jily and Wolfstar) with the ending they bloody well deserved

2 - it was A Little Risk which is a 1930s murder mystery/Anti-fascist AU but I’ve taken it down!

3 - Boys Don’t Cry: the prequel to We Can Be Heroes. A prank fic mostly from Sirius Black’s POV (pre relationships).

4 - Maybe I Waited Too Long - a doctors!marauders AU with Wolfstar and Jily. I had a laugh writing this one.

5 - This Is The Way The World Ends - it’s heartbreaking and a canon divergent Wolfstar AU about Remus getting bad news…

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I always usually do, it’s one of the main reasons I love writing fics!! Without the interaction I wouldn’t bother posting istg!! People can be so kind and generous 🥺❤️

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably number 5 because it has MCD and apparently made people cry? But equally, I did write 3 short fics about 31st October 1981 from Jily, Sirius and Remus’ POV and that was pretty heartbreaking/ ugly crying stuff.

7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings it’s probably a toss-up between We Can Be Heroes and Have Yourself a Merry Little Wolfenoot

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nope! All mine are either T rated or fade to black

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve only ever written one, a LOTR/Marauders crossover, and I actually had great fun trying to write it in LOTR style? Wolfstar are Éowyn and Faramir. It’s called Ithilin and Silmë (only wrote it because @therealrjlupin wanted it 💙)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I did! It was a Jily celebrity AU translated into Chinese that I thought wasn’t any good and have since deleted 😂😂!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once. It’s a WIP crackfic called One Line At A Time written with @mppmaraudergirl @theresthesnitch @missgryffin @mabeltothknows and @maraudersftw and it still makes me laugh, it’s bonkers I love them <3333

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

I’m sorry it’s so weird but I insist on putting Wolfstar and Jily/ Jily and Wolfstar tied for top spot, I just love these two couples so much <3333

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don’t keep WIPs that I’m not planning on finishing (I delete or orphan those), but the one I’d like to finish is BLAME (a what if…? First war AU)

16. what are your writing strengths?

I have zero clue sorry you’d have to ask someone who likes my writing. I mean I’ve made people cry so there’s that?? 😬🤣

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Again, v hard to be objective aside from vague “it’s not great” stuff? I think it has improved with writing practice and with time.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’ve done it in We Can Be Heroes - James speaks fluent Italian and Sirius speaks fluent French. As I can speak the languages it was ok, but I had to check with @constancezin to be sure the written French was ok!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

HP marauders

20. favourite fic you've written?

A Little Risk is the favourite thing I’ve written but I’ve taken it down, so my favourite marauders fic I’ve written and is still up is We Can Be Heroes or This Is The Way The World Ends.

Tagging @engie-ivy @mabeltothknows @therealrjlupin @annabtg @maraudersftw @greyeyedmonster-18 and anyone else who wants to <33

[stargazinglesbian]

are ya ATSV mood!? Who is favorite character? What scen from the movie do u want to talk about? What appeal TO YOU about the movie?

-Legenderyboi🎇

oh my god!!! ok i'm gonna go write a long ass draft about this

i love all thee characters- so much. like even the ones without much screentime have such cool concepts behind them. i think i really like Miles G, the one from Earth 42. he wasn't around for long but his interactions with miles were really interesting and i'm super excited to see where that whole plot goes in the next movie. when it comes to characters that show up more i am very biased towards hobie. i love how at the end, the watch he gives gwen creates a portal that's so recognisably in his artstyle, i love the way the movie does those details.

as for favourite scene, i've got a really boring answer i'm gonna be honest. i think i have two. the first one is when miles is in his dorm and talking to ganke- i really wish we got to see more of their dynamic in the movie i loved their banter, and ganke is another favourite of mine. my other favourite scene is for a really stupid reason- the scene where gwen shows up in miles' room, specifically when she's looking through the sketchbook of drawings he's doing. i love the way the drawings are done, with the tiny little marker overlaps? it's stupid as hell but i remember when i noticed that detail for the first time i got hella excited. i can't even exactly express why but i love how real it feels- i always get upset whenever i draw something traditionally and it has those stupid little marks, but in the movie it really goes to show just how much effort was put into the entire production.

the art as a whole has got to be my favourite part of the whole film. i do like the multiverse elements and story, but it's just so beautiful as well. i would have killed to see it on the big screen when it first came out. the way each universe is so unique... ough i love it so much!!!! this movie has a hold on me, and i cannot believe i didn't get around to watching it until a couple of months ago.

thank you so much for the ask, i love ranting about random stuff