#the cooking one was hilarious to do they are NOT making anything edible together

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ART REQUESTS!!!! i said i was gonna do some simple doodles but i got super carried away hehe <33

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Solas wakes up in the strange new world of his own making and it terrifies him. Ridden with guilt, he joins the Inquisition and begins his lonely research in order to correct his mistake.

He doesn’t expect to find consolation in the presence of a human who wields ancient elven magic without knowing it. Who is way too gentle for an elgar’thanelan, but doesn’t know that either.

Solas, for his part, doesn’t know how to stay away.

Dorian wonders if the mysterious elf just enjoys playing with a Tevinter. He wouldn’t expect anything else.

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Chapter 1- 13 | Right after uthenera, Solas is found by a Dalish clan. This goes well until it doesn’t. (Basically my excuse for world building and hilarious misunderstandings.)

Chapter 14 | Solas joins the Inquisition.

Chapter 20 | Dorian appears in Haven.

Chapter 26

A day trip to a bog hadn't sounded like hard work, but Dorian soon noticed that he had underestimated the landscape. The Frostback Mountains were – well, as the name implied, very frosty and mountainous, providing narrow, icy pathways up and down deep slopes. There wasn't any possible good weather. Snowfall merely blocked his view and the melting snow crept into every crack of his robe while sunlight made the paths glisten and almost blind him. Most of the time, he blinked and squinted against the natural forces.

It was the horses who knew the way, trained army mounts with nerves of steel and endless patience. They trotted through the snow, calmly putting their hooves forward as the cold wind took a toll on the riders on their backs. Dorian wrapped his robe around himself, muttering spells to keep the cold and the moist away from his skin. The spell would've been more efficient if it wasn't to protect every soldier in the troop. Ellana and Solas did what they could, but together, they were only three mages.

In between casting spells, he whispered praises to his stallion, petting the animal's neck. He was a decent rider – in Tevinter. In plain, civilised land with proper roads and inns at any corner. This was very different and more often than once Dorian feared to dramatically slip from his saddle, to the amusement of his company.

Genitivi's reports about the Avvar had long been exhausted, but Ellana had remained at his side. Varric claimed the other side, entertaining them both with anecdotes from Kirkwall. At one point, Ellana brought them to a halt, because she insisted she found edible plants in the snow. Rather, plants with edible roots. Blackwall came out of his corner to help her dig these miraculous plants out of the snow. It wouldn't have been possible without her magic softening the ground. Soon, she triumphantly lifted a handful of soil, supposedly full of delicious treasure. Well, melted with magical fire and cleaned in the snow, the roots tasted almost bearable. Dorian didn't dare to complain when he saw Ellana chew happily on her rubbery, sour snack. She was surprised that nobody else in the party recognized en'an'sal'as.

Blackwall was very interested. As he said, he appreciated any sort of supplies he could find on his long recruiting journeys, so Ellana began to explain Dalish cooking recipes to him. Apparently, these roots could be turned into everything: flour for bread, dried for long term rations, fried and put in a stew or cooked in a soup. “They even warm you from inside. Do you feel it?”, she asked with wide eyes. “Yes, but I fear that is because they declared war to my stomach,” Dorian couldn't hold back. He earned a punch against his side. “I gladly take yours, if you don't want them.” She held out her hand. “Ah, but if it does warm me, I'm willing to comply. I can't defy the words of holy Andraste after all.” “You say that because your teeth are chattering.” “As they should. We've been out here for an eternity and it's still freezing. Wasn't our destiny a swamp? Shouldn't we get into warmer territories yet?” “Look at the sun. It's not even midday. We're soon beneath the snow line where we can take a rest and stretch our legs.”

“Soon” actually involved another strenuous descent down a steep and muddy path. As the snow began to melt, it turned the ground into a slide. Dorian couldn't imagine how their horses avoided all the puddles. Then came the warmth, and with it the moisture. Dorian's robes were suddenly glued onto his skin and the air was thick and musty, with the constant buzz of mosquitoes. Dorian almost wished the cold back.

They rested at a riverbank were they quenched their thirst and refilled their waterskins. Ellana suggested to save rations, hence to collect more of these roots. Blackwall and Solas agreed, Varric submitted and Dorian suffered along. Admittedly, the search was a welcome excuse to not sit for a while. Dorian stretched and turned his body while pretending to pay attention. Ellana already dashed through the muddy grass like a ferret. The sight made him smile. He liked to see her happy. Although he successfully played the role of the “evil” Tevinter of the party, she was the true stranger here. Despite Genitivi's efforts, the Dalish life had remained vastly unknown. There was a confusing multitude of fairy tales and superstitions, of course. Her people was feared and romanticised at the same time. In reality, Ellana Lavellan simply was a charming woman, close to becoming a good friend.

As Dorian glanced around, he saw Solas, who had been rather quiet the entire journey, except for occasional conversations with Blackwall. The Warden and him apparently made a good team. They resembled each other in a way, both secretive and broody, and with no sense for proper hygiene after living in the wilds for most of their life. Dorian noticed that the elf was still wearing his leg wraps, exposing the front of his feet. No boots. The sight made him shudder, thinking that elves must be extraordinarily resilient against cold. It probably explained Ellana's cheery mood.

He couldn't finish his musings, because he suddenly heard a shout behind him. “Good morning!” He yelped and turned around for a laughing Herald. “You're not even looking!” “I am”, Dorian weakly defended himself. “I was very concentrated before you disturbed me.” “U-huh.” She flashed her teeth. “Anyway, why don't you help Blackwall over there?” “I don't even have tools.” “You have hands, no?” Dorian sighed and gave an exaggerated bow with swirling arms before went to work – digging in the dirt. With his bare hands. His magic softened the soil and the Warden gave him instructions, sparing him with the usual comments about pampered princes.

This would never be his favourite pastime. When he was finally done covering himself in mud, he crossed paths with Solas, who was holding a pile of roots himself. He looked indifferent. Hard to say if this Dalish delicacy was familiar to him or not. They brought their treasure to the campfire.

“I miss en'an'sal'as bread so much, but there's no time for that...” Ellana sighed, regarding the roots with glowing eyes. “I'll make a soup instead. That's quicker.” Dorian kept in the background while the others began to peel the roots and gathered the cream-coloured insides in a pot. “Looks like you're not into cooking”, came a remark from behind. “I hope Blackwall's repertoire is a bit more satisfying than sour roots, cooked or not.” Varric grunted and patted Bianca. “When we're finally there, I'll shoot us a rabbit.” “Oh, Maker, please do it.” “...or whatever lives in this swamp”, he added grinning. “Maybe we should try fishing. You know that there are fish in a swamp? Mudskippers, slimy little bastards with eyes on the top of their heads, so they can look for snails and insects when they crawl around in the dirt with their fins.” Varric imitated the crawling as Dorian's stomach turned.

“Why are you doing this to me?” “Oh, it's a speciality in Orlais, I've heard. Tastes like two weeks old socks and sour milk. But with a strong Whiskey...” “Please, Varric, no more. Or I'll faint and someone has to carry me all the way to the Fallow Mire.” “Huh.” Varric slapped his arm. “You'll survive, Sparkler. I got your back.” “I hope that's not a threat”, Dorian said even through he felt warmer hearing it.

They decided to pass their time with a card game. After a while, Dorian caught Solas sitting cross-legged on a trunk on the other side of the camp, reading a book. Varric caught up on it, gave Dorian a short eyeroll and shouted: “Hey, Chuckles, bet you can't beat me in Diamondback?” Solas looked up. “Varric, don't”, Blackwall warned him while he stirred the soup. “Why not?” “I bet 20 Sovereigns Varric is gonna run around naked with only a barrel for his bits after that game.” Ellana laughed out loud. “What?” Solas nonchalantly walked over to Varric. “Perhaps I did not face a proper challenge yet”, he answered towards the Warden, who grunted: “I didn't hear that.”

“You, a whiz at Diamondback? Let's see.” Varric wasn't intimidated. “Blackwall taught me the game and I have surpassed him quickly.” “That's beginner's luck. Come here, Chuckles. I bet 10 Sovereigns that I can beat you. It's gonna be three players and Sparkler and I are partners.” Dorian realized he finally had a chance to react to this. “Do you expect me to bet as well? Then I'd say I bet against you.” “You can't do that, you're my partner!” “Ah, peer-pressure. Lovely. I say farewell to my dear Sovereigns then.” Solas had a seat at their trunk and accepted the cards Varric had shuffled. “You are already intimidated?”, he asked Dorian, shortly looking at him. Dorian leaned forward, forcing him to look again. “It's that mean glow in your eyes, you see. It tells me I'm making a great mistake.” Solas froze shortly. Dorian acted as if he didn't notice.

The next minutes, the pile of cards on their makeshift table grew bigger and foreheads were furrowed. Dorian and Varric communicated with side eyes while Solas kept a stone face every statue would have been proud of. Ellana and Blackwall served the soup and Dorian found that the roots tasted a lot better when cooked and softened to mild cream. Their taste reminded him of pumpkins. Ellana and Blackwall then watched the game and speculated loudly about the outcome.

In the end, the elf indeed won. By a nose, but still. Dorian didn't mind it too much, he was glad to release the tension and keep his healthy distance to Solas again. Also, Varric's astonishment amused him. He gladly gave up his Sovereigns and climbed back on his horse that already shook his mane in excitement.

The group chatted more lively now, together with the solders, their constant background support. Despite that, Dorian didn't fail to see that the sky became darker by the minute. Eventually, the clouds released the rain. It would've soaked the group within seconds, but the mages muttered spells to keep everyone warm and dry.

The rain didn't end. It became a constant shower. And then came the smell. As if the ground underneath them rotted away. Even the trees sweated it. Dorian prayed they wouldn't have to eat the plants here.

“How further do we have to go? Isn't this boggy enough?”, he burst out eventually. “We have to meet up with the scouts first and hear what exactly is going on. We can't just wander off and hope to find the hostages by accident”, Ellana shouted against the howling and pattering of the storm. “Why did they have to camp so far away? I can't imagine this place isn't disgusting enough already.” “Perhaps they found a cave? Something dry?” Varric stirred their hopes up. So far, the land was plain, with little clusters of trees around the muddy pits. Nowhere to hide from enemies, either. “A tavern”, Blackwall went on. “One that serves honey mead.” “Perhaps a hotel with a fancy restaurant serving sweetmeats and holding a ball? As amusing as it is to speculate, alas I don't believe it.” Dorian's mood was a low point.

He already considered the land to be cursed, making them trot in rain forever, when they finally caught a glimpse of other soldiers in the distance. Immediately, everyone cheered up, waving and giving signals. When they came closer, Dorian saw that they stood in the rain, not exactly protected by the soaked trees above. So much for the cave. But he was glad to finally get off his horse. He patted the animal's neck while Ellana met with the scout, a dwarven woman named Lace Harding he had also met in Redcliffe.

“Thank you for coming.” Harding sounded truly grateful. “Maybe you can solve this mess.” Ellana brushed her wet hair back with one hand. “Do you know where they took our solders?” “There's a castle in the west, more like a ruin. It's hard to get close to it now, because new rifts opened. Also, this place is taken by a plague. You should avoid the water if you don't want to wake up more undead. There'll be enough corpses wandering around already.” “Undead?”, Varric butted in. “Shit. I'm glad we brought a Necromancer.” “Alright, this will be a walk in the park, then”, Dorian quipped. “ Just let me shake hands with a few rotting corpses, have a nice chat and the issue will be solved.” “Anything below that and I'll be disappointed.”

Ellana continued the conversation: “Why do the Avvar want to meet me like this?” “The Avvar think there are gods in nature”, Harding explained. “As in, the sky has a god and the forest. The Avvar say you're claiming to be sent by one and they'll challenge the will of your god with their own. I think their leader is just a boastful little prick who wants to brag he killed you.” Ellana wiped her forehead. “I knew this would cause trouble. Now I can only hope there really is a god with me.” “They're not that tough. Just caught us by surprise and now they're hiding in a castle. Just stay on the paths and..maybe hold your breath too. This place stinks.” She didn't have to say that out loud. Dorian wondered how he had kept his appetite until now.

Later, they sat huddled together at a campfire under a tent and ate their stew. Dorian didn't care about what it tasted like. He was glad he could save his mana. “Does the rain ever stop?”, he asked a soldier that stood by their tent. “Didn't since we got here”, she said shrugging. “Ah, marvellous. This is going to be my favourite place.” “Good to know. So I can count on you when I have to come back here for another mission”, Ellana said with an innocent voice. “Oh, please, I think I build a home here.” He gestured towards the swamp. “Yes, right there in all the filth. Every morning, I take a bath in the mud, getting out dirtier than I went in, and with my mouth full of mudskippers for breakfast. And in the evening, I invite all my undead neighbours for a game of Skull and Bones.”

The group laughed. “You have it all planned out”, Ellana acted excited. “Sure, this place is so lovely, I can't stop thinking about it since we got here.” “Maybe I'll come visit you in your palace in the mud”, the dwarf said. “You better hurry before it sinks into the ground. But by all means, bring your family.” “How about an uncivilised mob of thugs instead?” “That is what I said, yes?”

They bantered on like this until Ellana got up and yawned. “I better get some sleep now or I'll be undead tomorrow.” She sighed. “Varric? Blackwall? How about?” “Yep.” Varric put his bowl down and got up too. Ellana had that laid back way of inviting people into her tent. Dorian knew by now it wasn't frivolity. She didn't like sleeping alone as a Dalish. These elves slept in groups crammed together in narrow wagons and for some reason, she missed that. And she steered the party dynamics like this. What made him realize -

Blackwall hesitated to follow her, glancing at Solas. The two looked like they communicated without words. “Is there a problem?” Ellana looked at the Warden. Her tone became sharper. Another short glance. Finally, Solas gave the Warden a small nod – and the man finally moved. “I'm coming.” Ellana was content, nodded Dorian good night and disappeared into a tent with her companions.

Dorian stared down at his second bowl of stew, now without appetite. He didn't want to be angry at Ellana, but he couldn't quite help it. That had been her great plan. To bring him to the most disgusting place in Thedas, where he had to deal with endless rain and mosquitoes, filth, demons, a plague and on top of that, she forced him into a tent with an elf that downright hated him. Dorian didn't want to ever share an enclosed space with him again. Ellana probably thought that Solas would come around. She was a sweetheart. But right now, Dorian felt betrayed.

Halfway through stabbing his meal to death, he noticed eyes on him. “My, you still enjoy the view, do you?”, he quipped and turned his head. “Fancy to see my profile too? It is quite gorgeous, if I may say so myself.” Solas swallowed his stew and turned his head away. He just couldn't figure out this Tevinter. The entire journey, he had ignored him, save for some shy glances. He seemed to wait for them to be alone, although he avoided him even now. Solas couldn't help the envy that crept up his spine. Now, after provoking Pavus' anger, he got the feeling that the attention unsettled the man. There was something he wanted to ask the moment it came up.

“I heard you are a Necromancer, Dorian.” Dorian snapped his head back. Oh, this should be fun. “You heard right. What? Surprised I'm not a blood mage?” Solas didn't elaborate. “Does that mean you bring the dead back to life?” “Ah, that is a common misunderstanding. Let me explain”, Dorian said enthusiastically and wiped his hands together. “A necromancer works with spirits, more precisely, spirits of death and terror, the sort that usually flocks corpses and thins the veil in a battlefield. I either use their energy for devastating spells or I bind them directly and temporarily to my will. They are able to imitate the deceased and fight for my behalf, thus the misunderstanding that Necromancers bring people back to life. It inspired the term “Necromancer”, but I don't torture innocent souls or steal them from the hands of the Maker, in case you refer to these barbarian rumours.”

Solas mused, face unreadable. Once again, it stretched Dorian's patience. When he finally spoke, he looked down at his feet. “In ancient times, there was a school of magic called Dinathe'dirthelan. It can be translated as 'the one who speaks to the dead.'” Dorian heard the ancient language curl on Solas' tongue and it caught his attention. “These mages attempted to bring the dead back to life in a literal sense. Their methods were...repugnant. They were disturbed in their efforts and brought to justice, but the notion remained, inspired others to emulate their ancestors and the horrors they created left scars in the fade that last until today. Alas, it is unknown if they had a chance to succeed, or if some of them already succeeded.”

Dorian blinked. “How do you know this?” “I saw it in the fade.” Solas sounded so resolute as if he said 'I caught the killer red handed with a knife in their hand.” Dorian didn't dare to doubt him. Yet, the elf avoided his eyes. “So...you thought I would be...” Slowly, an image formed in Dorian's head. “I needed to establish clarity. I hope I did not offend you.” Then Solas lifted his head and for a short moment, their eyes met. Dorian stared, his tongue failed him. Now, he could tell him how offended he actually was. Had been the entire time. How he should've asked this days ago, if that was the problem. But he couldn't bring himself to shout.

“Well, it is a drastic allegation...”, he finally produced. “I suppose you did not know of this school of magic.” “No, I...” He puffed. “But now that we are sharing our magical specialisations, may I ask about yours?” Right after, he wanted to bite his tongue. This elf wasn't an educated Circle mage, probably didn't even know what a specialisation was. “I work with the fade”, Solas said calmly. “Ah, yes...certainly...” Every mage worked with the fade. “You will see that I summon matter from it. I also create rifts in the veil, not anywhere near the size of the rifts the Herald closes with her mark, but you might sense them regardless. You could use them to draw energy for your spells, so that we complement each other.” Dorian blinked again.

“You are a Rift Mage?” His question came hoarse. “Is that your scholars' term?” “This form of magic is rare. I read about the attempts to study rifts. They're disastrous. Most enchanters die trying, others go insane in the process. In fact, I struggle to remember a mage that came out of these studies successfully.” Solas didn't seem to be impressed. “Perhaps they do not indulge in writing.” Dorian gave a strangled chuckle. “Was it more common in ancient times?” “It was known as Sou'i've'an'thanelan - 'the one who wields the energy of the fade'.“ Dorian didn't dare to ask if this school was infamous.

When no new questions came, Solas got up and went for the tent he was supposed to share with the Tevinter. Slowly, he began to draw runes into the dirt. “May I ask what you're doing?” “I am setting up barriers for our protection. The cold, the moist, the noise...I thought you would appreciate.” “Very practical indeed. And so thoughtful.” Dorian warily eyed the runes, considering to sleep outside. Or switch places with someone else. But on the other hand – Solas wouldn't dare to attack him, right? In a camp full of solders? With Ellana right next to him? Now that he knew that Dorian wasn't some repulsive death cult member? Also, as a dreamer, Solas didn't need runes. On top of that, those runes didn't look or feel like curses, so they should be fine. Despite all this, a cold shiver ran down Dorian's spine.

Why, by the Maker, hadn't he thought of this sooner? Travelling with Solas... Did Ellana know what he was? By all the fuss in Haven, Dorian hadn't found the time to tell her. To be completely honest, he would also feel like a tattletale. Solas had entrusted him this, even though he was aware of a dreamer's reputation.

Eventually, Solas went into the tent. Dorian's stomach cramped as he followed. Inside, the patter of rain was muffled, the constant buzz of mosquitoes muted. And he felt more comfortable than he usually would in a tent. It seemed to be an advantage to share a tent with Solas. The elf turned his back on him as he lay in his bedroll. Didn't even say good night. Dorian rolled to the other side and waited for sleep to take him. For a long time, he only stared awkwardly into the darkness.

Notes:

en'an'sal'as: the earth's blessing

[glimmerglanger]

If you feel like doing more HotR, could you do a Christmas (or any other family event) scene? I had a thought of Ben having a huge family Christmas for the first time in his life and it made me feel some type of way

Ohhhh, that’s such a cute and sweet idea. I ended up not going for Christmas, because the idea of a Thanksgiving meal occurred to me and wouldn’t let go. This is SO DOMESTIC. Codywan with a lot of family feels.

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Ben had tried to cook a meal on Thanksgiving precisely once in his life, while in college and sharing an apartment with Quin. They’d attempted to cook a turkey in their oven, promising to handle the stuffing and potatoes, as well. Luminara and Bant were each supposed to bring other dishes, he could no longer recall exactly what.

None of them had succeeded.

Some of the resulting food had been, at least, edible. Much of it had not.

They’d eaten stale cereal with milk while sitting around and watching a football game, instead.

It was a good memory, in the end. Something they laughed about together. And Ben had never tried to cook anything like that, again. Qui-Gon had never been interested in such things growing up. He said it always ended up being a waste, and that true thankfulness had nothing to do with cooking too much food or overeating.

And so, really, Ben wasn’t expecting anything when he woke up on the last Thursday in November, tucked in close to Cody in the new bed they’d bought a month ago, tired of trying to wedge into Cody’s little twin.

Technically, he mostly noted Thanksgiving because it meant he didn’t have to work and could, allegedly, sleep in. But Cody was always up early. Cattle didn’t take holidays, after all, and Ben was generally up when Cody rose, after sharing a bed with him for a few months, and so he was sitting at the table in the pre-dawn light when Cody put a cup of tea in front of him and said, “Eat a big breakfast this morning, we won’t eat again until late.”

“Hm?” Ben asked, tilting his face up, and got a kiss in answer.

“I’ll be back,” Cody said, brushing a kiss to his forehead, as well, before zipping up his coat and disappearing through the door. “You finish waking up.”

Ben nodded, drank his tea, and pulled out his books to make some headway on his final paper; not due for weeks yet, but it was a huge project. By the time Cody came back, cold clinging to him, he’d gotten most of his work done and grinned, standing to pull Cody into a hug, murmuring, “How about you let me warm you up properly, hm?”

Cody grinned against his mouth, slid his cold hands up under Ben’s shirt, and said, “Later. We’ll warm each other up. Come on, get dressed. We’re about to start the cooking.”

And it was only then that Ben really, truly, recalled that most people around the country did something for the holiday. “Ah,” he said, with a little grimace, thinking about the delicious food that Jango and Val managed to produce on a regular basis, “I really can’t cook.”

Cody snorted, thumbs brushing over his skin, and said, “We know. That’s alright. Anyone can cut up vegetables. Come on.”

Which was how Ben ended up standing in the kitchen in the main house, which had been cleared of all chairs, the counters and table stacked with meat, vegetables, and large metal baskets.

“Here,” Cody said, nudging Ben between Wooley and Echo, “just cut whatever mom tells you to chop. I have to go check the pit.”

“The pit?” Ben asked, but Cody was already heading out the back door. Echo was involved in an animated conversation with Fives, and Wooley was humming along to whatever music playing through his earbuds, and so Ben just shrugged, took the yams he was handed, and started peeling and chopping them.

The parade was playing on repeat in the other room, the television turned so that everyone working around the table could kind of see it, and Ben fell to talking with Boba and Ahsoka - also contributing by chopping vegetables - as Val and Jango did something with what appeared to be a bunch of chicken over by the counters.

It wasn’t until Fox - and Ben had only met the man the night before - brought over a basket lined with aluminum foil and started putting the vegetables in, that Ben thought to ask, “What are we cooking, anyway?”

Fox blinked across at him. Despite having only met in person the previous day, Ben felt like he knew Fox well enough. They’d spoken often throughout his court cases, after all.

“Dinner,” Fox said.

“It’s a hāngi,” Boba said, tossing yams into the basket. “Mom and dad only do them for special occasions. You missed the one in July. Just put the vegetables in, you’ll see, it’s really good.”

And that was that. Ben helped load up the vegetables, and carried one of the baskets out through the back door when instructed, over to what appeared to be a pit, well back from the house.

Cody and Wolf - who had also flown in the night before - were standing over the pit, which was radiating heat, leaning on shovels. A large pile of ash sat to one side, and Cody’s pants were covered with it. Jango and Val reached the pit first, and Ben watched as baskets were lowered in, one after another, meat first followed by the vegetables.

Cody covered the food with blankets before he and Wolf grabbed up their shovels again and started burying the whole thing.

Ben lingered to watch, smiling when Cody finished and stepped over to kiss him sweetly. “Now what?” Ben asked, since he’d just watched them bury dinner.

“Now it cooks for a few hours,” Cody said, nuzzling back against his jaw. Cody no longer felt cold, but he’d been, apparently, standing by a fire pit and doing manual labour. “And then we eat it.”

“No,” Fives said, bounding up and pushing Cody’s shoulders before continuing on, “now we play football.”

Cody rolled his eyes and said, “That, too.” His expression grew more serious as he looked Ben up and down. “You don’t have to play.”

“I think there’ll be an uneven number of players, if I do,” Ben pointed out. It seemed handy, having twelve children if you wanted even teams for sporting events.

“Nah,” Rex said, arriving at a jog, “Ahsoka’s playing, so you have to, otherwise we’re a man down.”

Which was, he supposed, how they all ended up down in the field where Ahsoka still did the dog training classes, though the obstacles had all been cleared away, giving them lots of open space. The brothers agreed, after only a little arguing, that Fox and Wolf should get to be captains, to welcome them home, and the oldest set of twins quickly picked teams.

And Ben only realized that Cody thought he didn’t know how to play when Cody tugged him to one side - they were on the same team, which Boba had thought was hilarious - and said, “Just have fun, alright? We don’t play tackle anymore, and it isn’t a big deal who wins or loses.”

Ben stifled the smile that tried to curl across his lips at Cody - quite possibly one of the most competitive people he’d ever met - claiming that it didn’t matter who won or lost. He just nodded and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And, when he got the ball, two plays into the game, he scrambled back, looked down field, and nailed Crys a few feet away from the line they’d designated the end zone. Crys caught the ball, shouted, laughing, dodged past Ponds, and took the two necessary steps before getting jumped on by half his brothers and buried.

Ben laughed, well back down the field, blood pumping fast with a swell of pleasure, and Cody grabbed him by his shoulders, turning him and pulling him into a kiss. “You!” Cody said, after a beat, pulling away from him. “You can--”

“Throw a football?” Ben suggested, kissing him again, briefly. “Indeed I can. Not as well as I could in highschool, but--”

Cody kissed him again, laughing against his mouth, and only quit when his brothers all gathered around to heckle them, insisting on getting back to the game. They chased one another around the field, grabbing for the rags tucked into belts, tossing the ball around, until Ben felt breathless and delighted, until Jango hollered for them from back towards the house.

Cody took his hand on the way back up the lane and led him around to the back of the house as many of the rest of his brothers flooded inside. Cody, Fox, Wolf, and Rex seemed to be on, well, unburying duty.

Ben watched them work for a moment, turning as Val stepped up to his side, offering him a beer, asking, “Good game?”

“Seemed to be,” Ben said, nodding his thanks and taking a long drink. It was cold, which felt good after all the activity. Despite the chilly temperatures, he was sweating all down his back, even with his coat thrown to one side.

“Good,” she said, and nudged him, “come inside and get cleaned up for dinner. Then you can come back and watch Cody, if you want.”

He snorted a laugh and followed her, scrubbing his hands clean over the kitchen sink, watching Cody through the window over the counter, listening to the family bicker about setting the table behind him and--

Swallowing, thickly, as his throat got tight all at once. He took the opportunity to splash water across his face, drying his skin even as cheers started going up, the brothers outside pulling the first of the baskets from the pit.

Ben shook himself and went to help out, bringing food inside, watching Val and Jango start dividing things up among all the different plates set around. It felt kind of like getting caught in a whirlwind of delicious smells and laughing people, all of it sorting itself out in the end with them clustered around the table, chairs all pressed together, wedged so close that Ben wondered, for a beat, if Cody were about to end up in his lap.

He didn’t, but it was a near thing.

The food smelled delicious, savory aromas filling up the room, chicken and some darker meat on his plate beside sweet potatoes, potatoes, cabbage, and what he thought might be pumpkin. The family talked and yelled and laughed through the meal, and Ben just...absorbed it, sat in the middle of it all and took it in, even as they finished and even as everyone pitched in to clean up.

“You’re quiet,” Cody said, much later, when all the work was done and they were back in their space, Ben toweling off his hair after a shower that he’d desperately needed.

“Mm?” Ben asked, tossing the towel into the hamper and shivering when Cody caught his hips, tugging him over to the bed, pressing a kiss low on his stomach.

“Today too much?” Cody asked, looking up at him, expression concerned, his hair still wet as well, curling up more from the moisture.

“No,” Ben said, leaning into his touch and threading his fingers back through Cody’s hair. He smiled, just a little, feeling his chest aching with an overabundance of contentment. “No,” he repeated, and sighed when Cody kissed his stomach again, “It was just enough.”

[amysteriousmessenger]

RFA+ V and Saeran with an MC who asks for more affection ;;;

 down and cuddle I hope you like this, anon!! <3

RFA (+ Saeran and V) when Reader asks them for more affection Headcanons (small references to nsfw)

Yoosung Kim

Yoosung’s a little bit like a puppy when it comes to affection, he’s always excited to see you and is super depressed when you leave. He was usually a bit clingy anyway so when he suddenly disappeared to spend even more time than usual on LOLOL, so it’s understandable that you felt a little bit ignored.

You told him that he had been kind of neglecting you recently because of LOLOL championships and he immediately felt super bad about it, he hadn’t meant to ignore you but he was just too into the gaming mindset, especially since he had gotten his new set up. 

He’d worry that he wasn’t a good boyfriend and would promise to make it better, he’d offer to make you an omurice and a coffee with extra love for lunch, ask if you wanted to go for a walk together around his campus or maybe even a trip to the cinema if you had time - his treat, for making it up to you.

Once you saw that he was making the effort, you’d probably let him go back to his championships after a while as long as he promised to come and cuddle with you in the evening. Of course, he will. 

  Zen/Hyun Ryu

Zen had gotten a really good part in a new production, and whilst you were very proud and excited for him, you absolutely hated the new hours he was working. The rehearsals were really tiring and lasted pretty much from 9am to 9pm, so by the tie Zen got home he usually didn’t even have time to properly relax before needing to go to bed. You tried to put him first since it was his career but after a while, it made you feel so ignored.

He usually called you on his lunch breaks since he liked to go for walks on them for some fresh air and you asked if you could spend the weekend together. Zen sighed and was about to say that you couldn’t since there were weekend  rehearsals coming up and you just couldn’t stop yourself: you cried and quickly hung up in hopes he didn’t hear. He did. He knew.

Zen was very aware of how difficult adjusting to his new hours had been for you and had he had been neglecting you as a result. You wouldn’t need to ask him for affection because he would already know that you needed it. He’d plead with the director to see if he could have the weekend off, claiming a ‘family emergency’ because, well, it technically didn’t feel like a lie to him. He’d send a quick text telling you that rehearsals were ‘cancelled’ for the weekend so he was free to do whatever his princess wanted.

When Zen got home that night, he’d turn up with flowers, a few cans of beer and something for dinner, He’d spend the night giving you all the affection you could ask for, and then even more on top of it. Zen wouldn’t even let you shower alone, he’s gotta make up for the lost time.

You’d definitely be getting all of the attention in bed that night too, and then again and again until he practically collapsed asleep on top of you. 

Jaehee Kang

Jumin had started a new cat project and it had meant so, so many late nights and early mornings for Jaehee. It hurt your heart, it felt like you never saw her. And then, when you did see her, she was always stressed and tired, and barely affectionate. You knew she couldn’t help it but it still hurt to have her feel so distant. 

You’d come up behind her whilst she was working once and ask for a little bit of attention and been almost immediately blown off. Jaehee’s tiredness had made her words clip just a little too harshly and she realised they had as soon as she felt your arms slink away from her as you silently got up and went to bed alone. She felt so guilty. 

Jaehee would wake up extra early the next day to make you breakfast in bed with all of your favourite foods. She’d made you a very fancy looking coffee and decorated a little heart and a smiley face onto it out of cocoa powder and foam.

She’d sit with you as you ate, leaning her head on your shoulder and apologising for not giving you enough affection recently and that she hadn’t meant to sound so cold. Please reassure her that it’s okay, Jaehee is always struggling to balance everything.

Jumin Han

Jumin wasn’t particularly great with overt affection, he tried his best but it just wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. When you asked him for more affection, he’d immediately apologise and tell you that he would try harder, but internally analyse where he had been going wrong. He’d been spending late hours at the office, and he’d had a few more business meetings than usual on his schedule, so he’d figured that it must have been it. 

He’d a little concerned that he had made you feel insecure by not giving you enough attention. He knows that romance and intimacy is not his strong point, but Jumin really didn’t want you to suffer as a result of his oversight on this.

If possible, he’d have Jaehee reschedule any appointments he had over the weekend so he could take you for a surprise weekend break in order to spend more time with you. Jumin also knows that you’re not won over by his wealth, and if it’s his love you’re asking for then it’s truly his love that you’re after.

If he didn’t have any more appointments that day, he’d work through his lunch break in order to get all of his paperwork done early and would inform Jaehee that he was leaving and to summon Driver Kim. Jaehee had barely shouted a ‘Mr Han!’ before he was already out of this office. 

On his way home, Jumin asks Driver Kim to stop by one of his favourite wineries so he could pick up a special bottle for the two of you to share that evening.

Jumin essentially spends the evening doing things that he thinks would make you happy. You sit, chat, enjoy a glass of wine on his roof top terrace, god- you even cooked together. It was was hilarious to see Mr CEO-in-line Jumin Han try to cook something edible for dinner, but you couldn’t tease him too much since you knew he was making this effort entirely for you.

Saeyoung Choi

Seven struggled to let anyone in. the only person who he had ever let in had been his twin brother, Saeran, which admittedly had not ended well for either of him. Seven had let you in despite trying to hard to push you away, and whilst he had loved you with his entire heart, sometimes he struggled with not holding you at arms length. He still got into his own head about it and isolated himself from time to time. For the most part, he wouldn’t even be aware that he was doing it. He’d just get into his own head too much and stress himself out. 

It wasn’t until he heard your little knock on his workroom door and saw your teary eyes, asking if he was mad at you, that he realised how neglectful he must have been. You asked him if he could spend some time with you, that you hadn’t seen him properly in days and how much you missed him. Seven swore, in that moment, that he audibly heard his heart crack. 

He opens his arms and pulls you to his chest, stuttering an apology out for being so absent. He’ll make it up to you, you can do anything you want. You can even wear his jacket if it would make you happy. Usually it would make you happy, but he had been sitting in it for days and it was ever so slightly stinky so the first thing you wanted him to do was to have a shower. 

He’ll spend the rest of the evening with you, bullying Yoosung over messenger. Seven just wants to make sure you spend the night smiling and laughing with him and knowing that he loves you very damn much, even if sometimes he gets into his own head about it. If you just want to watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa then he’s absolutely up for it, but he can’t guarantee that his hands won’t roam here for there. He might mean it innocently, or he might suddenly grab you and tickle you until you’re wheezing. His choice is between him and God.

Saeran Choi (GE Saeran because it wasn’t specified)

GE Saeran was already incredibly affectionate, to the extent that when you were alone he was a little bit shameless about it. He had spent far, far too long without any sort of affection in his life, so he’d be damned if he wasn’t laying his claim to it now. 

When you expressed to him that you wanted more affection, his initial thought was an anxiety that he had somehow been neglecting you without realising. after you assured him that that wasn’t the case, his very swift follow up thought was that he was so unbelievably happy that someone wanted his affection. You not only wanted his love to begin with but you somehow wanted even more of it. Surely, he wasn’t allowed to be this happy. 

Saeran’ll want to know if there’s anything specific that you want him to do so he can get to it right away, but if not, he’ll get to spend blissful hours in his greenhouse and study thinking of new ways to demonstrate his love for you. He keeps a little notebook of ideas for dates and gifts and little bouquets and their meanings that he wants to make for you.

To start with, he’ll get you your own little desk in his study where he dries and catalogues different plants incase you just wanted to spend more time with him when he was working. 

He loves the domesticity of his life with you and already showers you with his attention so he’ll have to try hard to think of new things. He still isn’t very good at large amounts of social interaction with people who aren’t you or his brother, but Saeran will do his best to branch out with different date ideas like restaurants or arcades for you to try something different (he saw a video of Saeyoung in one and thought it looked fun, but worries it might be a little overwhelming for him). 

Once he was able to go to the cinema, he really liked going there with you and then getting to go home and cuddle you, partially because you’re you and secondly because he likes that you smell of sweet popcorn.

V/Jihyun Kim

He’s a little surprised at first, he had hoped that he was always giving you the affection and love that you needed but he realised he had probably been spending more time in his studio than he had been meaning to. However, V has a lot of love to give and he’s utterly ready to devote himself if that’s what you need from him. 

V will also initially ask if there’s anything specific that you’re lacking from him so that he can work on it but if it’s just that you’re feeling distant from him, he’ll try to plan more activities for the two of you to do. 

He’ll try to be more physically affectionate, since he can regularly write verbal poetry without meaning to and since he’s physically been absent whilst working, he thought that perhaps the extra physicality might help to compensate. He fluctuates between very withholding and overly forthcoming depending on his emotional state so it really depends.

However, the best way he can give you affection is to bring you into his studio with him since he’s his most intimate space.

The way he’d show his affection to you best if by you letting him paint you onto a canvas. So, if you were willing to let him, he’d love to paint you. He’d also love to photograph and paint you naked for his personal collection, of course, but he genuinely feels as though it would bring the both of you closer and give him the opportunity to provide the affection you’re seeking from him.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Sounds Like Heaven (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)

Y’all though I would leave... nah ah I’m back. Anyway this was requested by an anon and I wanted to kind of twist it, cause I do believe that the whole “I’m on my period and can’t lift a finger” not only is it overdone but it’s also not really believable since there are those cases of immense and unbearable pain but most women have learned how to deal with it so we overdose on pills and just move on... anyway enjoy!

“Klaus for the millionth time I am completely capable to take care of myself”

“I know that, but when do you ever let me take care of you? So be a doll, sit back and relax”

(Y/n) was always very stubborn, specifically when it had to do with Klaus seeing her as fragile. He was this invisible big hybrid that no one could really kill and she was just this mere human that he had to keep an eye out cause even a thin piece of paper could slice her skin. She had never really understood the concept of mortality until she met him, before he strolled into her life she saw herself as this strong, independent being that could take anything, yet now she had Klaus running behind her to make sure she was alright while he could take a stake to the heart on any given day without the fear of death. 

“So I bought this tea for you, it’s supposed to relax you and its infused with lavender and vanilla, do you like it?”

He asked her as he passed her the mug with the said tea. (Y/n) was in her “lady days” as Klaus would call it, which she found really weird, a vampire that has lived over decades didn’t want to say period. Klaus had seen how uncomfortable she got and how she would get random pains in her stomach, the part that was more concerning to him was during nightfall, where she would try and sleep but end tossing and turning for what felt like hours until she found a position that was comfortable and stopped the cramps. So this time he made it his mission to make her feel better and ensure that she is well taken care of.

(Y/n) took a small sip and let her taste buds judge the new hot liquid that went down her throat. She smiled at him as she let her back touch the pillows once again, nuzzling in the comfortable fluffy blankets with content

“Tastes like vanilla with caramel”

“Good, Excellent. Enjoy your tea dearest, I will make you some delicious dinner”

Klaus was aware of how much (y/n) hated soup, it made her feel like she was in a hospital or reminded her how her mom would force her to eat it when she was sick, so now as an adult soup was the devil to her. With that information he decided on making her some mashed potatoes that she seemed to find very comforting and steak with gravy, what could be more filling than that?

(Y/n)’s dinner was quite small, she wasn’t this millionaire that could afford mansions because she was alive over a century, yet that came in handy since she got to enjoy her TV series and also watch Klaus’s back while he prepared dinner. She slowly sipped on her tea and observed him as he ran around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, mixing them and putting stuff in the oven.

“Whatever it is that you are cooking it smells heavenly”

“I’m glad you like it love, just give me a few minutes to prepare my presentation”

(Y/n) giggled at how invested Klaus was at making her this dish. If you had told her that she would find a man that would prepare a meal for her because he wanted her to be happy and full during her period a year ago, she would have laughed in your face. Klaus wiped the plate to make sure there was no spills or anything unnecessary, he served it with some cold lemon tea, (y/n) wasn’t a big fan of alcoholic beverages during her meals. 

She clapped in an excited manner when she saw the tray coming to her. Her eyes where already on the plate, seeing that he had cooked her one of her favorites, of course he knew exactly what to do to cheer her up. As soon as he placed it right in front of her she took the knife and fork and dug started slicing the tender meat an took some of the mashed potatoes to smear it on her bit, when the first bite touched her tongue a little “mmmmhhh” was heard from her. 

“Oh it’s so good”

“Still got it”

“Oh yes you do, you should open a restaurant”

“Well since my sweet is in that said industry maybe when you become misses Mikaelson we can open one together”

(Y/n) was one of the few people that actually loved to work in customer service, specifically in restaurants. She loved to get closer to the customers and be part of their great meal, that’s how they had met so Klaus never minded it, although he did mind when he saw her after a particularly difficult shift, hearing her groan as she took her shoes off and complained that she smelled like food. That part to him was quite hilarious, to him she was always... edible, one way or another.

“Don’t patronize me Sir, cause I might take you up on that offer”

“I hope you do, Rebekah would be more than delighted to plan our wedding”

“Would you be okay with me walking around our mansion being pretty and hiring maids and chefs to do everything?”

“Would I be okay with having you be the madam of our household? Dearest, that sounds like heaven”

(Y/n) put her fork down for a quick minute so she can pucker up her lips and let him place a kiss to show him her appreciation. Of course she had thought of marriage, immortality with him did not sound so bad when Klaus and his family would be around, her and Rebekah had grown to be get pretty close and Elijah was always kind and helpful with her, almost like the older brother she always wanted. 

“Come now eat up, I have prepared some raspberry bavarian cream for desert”

“When did you learn how to do that?”

“To be quite honest, I saw your shampoo was with raspberry so I thought you might enjoy it”

“You spoil me way too much”

She said as she picked up the cutlery again but instead of cutting one bite for herself she offered it to him. He opened his mouth for her to feed him and smiled as they looked at each other, they were already acting like a married couple that was still on the honeymoon phase, still their honeymoon phase should have ended long time ago, now there they were still acting like 15 year old’s around one another. 

“Of course I spoil you, what other reason do you have for staying with me?”

“I can think of a few, wait a few days and I can get in more depth over them”

“Naughty little girl... I will write that down on my agenda, for now I have to go and prepare your dessert. Get ready to be amazed”

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[afairytalestray]

Tuggoffelees for the ship ask

aaaah THEY!

How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?

11/10

What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

Dancing, definitely. They have the dances they do individually and with a group in public, but when it’s just them it’s a lot slower and more romantic! They also like to read together in a human AU, and when I say read together, I mean Misto will be reading something and Tugger will flop in his lap and read alongside him and huff if he tries to turn the page before he’s finished. They then engage in a spirited debate over their opinions of the book.

Who does chores around the house?

They both do, but on the surface it looks like only Tugger because Misto “cheats” by using his magic to get his done faster. Misto does not consider this cheating.

Who’s the better cook?

Tugger by a mile. It’s a comforting thing for him, and he really enjoys experimenting with new flavours which are somehow always delicious. He cooks for his dad and brother when they’re stressed, and all the time for Misto. It’s one of the main ways he shows his affection. He always puts a lot of effort into what he makes for Misto, who could literally burn water. It started as a (successful) way to impress him, and now it’s just something he really enjoys doing for him.

Misto was something of a spoiled little kitten, who grew up under the care of his rich uncle Bustopher, and as a result never really learned how to make edible food for himself. After witnessing Misto in the kitchen one single time Tugger takes over for the sake of both of their survival.

Who’s the funniest drunk?

Probably Tugger. Drunk Misto is really giggly and affectionate, but drunk Tugger is like regular Tugger turned up to max. He’s louder, flirtier, will hype anyone to do anything. He literally is that meme where he’ll ask Misto if he’s single and cry when he says no. 

Do they have kids?

Nope! It’s something neither of them have ever felt much of a desire/need to do. They’re really happy with just each other, and feel like their situation is perfect the way it is. They both like kids/kittens, and enjoy spending time with their nieces and nephews, but they both love giving them back to their parents at the end of the day!

(I know this is a super popular hc, and I respect and appreciate everyone and their ocs, but I just don’t vibe with it~)

Do they have any traditions?

Date night is sacred, and cannot be altered for any man or beast. They both love bonfire night as well. Although it’s a bit loud, they love watching the colourful fireworks! They always bring a picnic and cuddle up outside under a blanket together and it is soft and adorable.

What do they fight about?

They don’t tend to fight really, they both have a bit of a bad history with that, and so will escape the situation if it seems to be leading that way. Their arguments usually form around Misto overworking himself to the point of illness or injury, and Tugger closing himself off and not communicating when something is wrong.

What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

They both think it’s amazing and hilarious! They start a contest of sorts in which they print out some fan art and hang it somewhere and see how long it takes the other to notice. This has led to many awkward moments with visitors.

Who cried at the end of Marley and me?

Tugger bawled like a baby and had to be cuddled for hours by a slightly disturbed Misto, who agreed that yes, Tugger, it was very sad, but you know it’s not real, right? It’s been several hours, Tugger, it’s important to me that you know that.

Who always wins at Mario kart?

9/10 times Tugger, with the exception of Coconut Mall, which Misto has never lost at. It keeps Tugger up at night.

One thing I like about this ship?

They👏just👏love👏each👏other👏so👏much👏 For real they’re just so well matched and so good for each other. Misto is a really good grounding point for Tugger, and Tugger makes sure Misto gets the attention he deserves!

One thing I don’t like about the ship?

God, is there anything I don’t love about this ship?? I really don’t think there is! Himbo rockstar x sassy magician forever <3

The song I would say fits them?

I have a whole playlist lol but I’ll go with Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen for all my failed dreams of a Dirty Dancing AU

Another headcanon about the paring?

Tugger keeps everything Misto has ever given him ever. I can’t throw out this dead flower, Munk, did you even hear me say that Misto gave it to me?? He keeps momentos of their dates and significant moments as well as gifts in a special secret box. Misto will often pick up little trinkets if he thinks Tugger will like them. He doesn’t quite realise how much Tugger actually treasures them until one day he finds a sparkly little plastic pendant from a human kid’s necklace, and Tugger immediately attaches it to his collar and never takes it off. When it breaks he’s genuinely devastated and Misto has to reassure him that he’s not mad at him for it breaking. Misto is really touched when he learns how much Tugger values his gifts and I’m going to stop waffling now!

[fleetwoodmak99]

Getting High with Eric Draven Headcanons

Alright so I know this one might not be in popular demand because there are so many different opinions on weed but from personal experience I have never had any issue with it. In fact, it actually really helps calm me down. That doesn’t mean that weed is for everyone. Plus I feel like Eric would be a fun smoking partner and its the 90′s so why not. 

WARNING: (18+) Smoking, Marijuana (If you are using this, please be safe and responsible), mentions of smut. 

Pre-Death Eric 

Pre-death Eric would definitely be a stoner and for years too. He started when he a lot younger than he probably should have been. Kind of just diving into it to get through the life of a young adult.

When he meet you and saw that you too were a stoner than he knew he would be hooked on you. 

Oh course he was a little concerned when he see’s you can out smoke him. It hurt his pride a little bit but it was insanely hot, he had to admit. 

As your relationship bloomed, the two of you would have smoke sessions together more and more. Eventually, when he asked you to move in with you, he would want to be doing it almost every night. 

Naturally, he would respect you if you needed a break from it. Completely understanding when you would get upset and agitated from not having anything in your system for a period of time. 

But when the two of you smoked together, boy oh boy was it a ride.

Eric’s favorite thing to smoke from would probably be joints but only could do so outside. Its quick to roll and small to carry around but it stunk really bad.

So when you two are relaxing at home after a long day, he prefers to smoke from the bong. It was powerful and easier to control where to smoke went but it was large and a pain to keep hidden. 

Either way, Eric loved it when the two of you would have your special smoke time. 

When Eric is actually high, it is hilarious. You swear, he should take up a job as a stand up comedian because he always has something sassy and raunchy to say. 

Biggest thing to remember about Eric is he WILL get the munchies. So its important to remember to buy way too much food at the grocery store in order to keep up with the boys eating habits. 

Eric would definitely be more lazy than paranoid. Which is good because sometime you can become overly suspicious of everything when you smoke too much. 

He would sometimes just want to watch tv or work on his music. He would get too involved in whatever his was doing, almost ignoring everything else. 

Eric would be so clingy. Like this boy would literally latch himself onto you and refusing to let you go. You could fight all you want but you always ended up wrapped around each other.

The clinginess would turn into him being insanely turned on and probably wanting to fool around. He would be more tender with you, not wanting to overbear you with anything, especially if you continue to take hits of stuff the whole time. 

If you wanted to make love, then he would be the most admiring and giving lover you would ever have. If you wanted him to fuck you, then be prepared to feel it the next morning. 

Basically, Eric loves to smoke and smoking with you is his favorite thing in the world to do. 

Post-Death Eric 

Post-death Eric is a different story. His views on the drug would still relatively be the same but he would see it differently.

Definitely would be more cautious on when he’s high and who he’s high around. Only really being comfortable smoking with you. Not liking feeling impaired as much as he used to. 

Eric wouldn’t even want to smoke alone. He would get too paranoid about the tragedy he had experienced and be terrified of it somehow happening to you. Not that it would because he is always with you to make sure it won’t.

He would probably encourage you to take more breaks. Worried you would get sick or how it would effect your body in the long run. He sees things differently now about health after being dead and knowing what’s on the other side. 

Eric would push the idea of eating edibles instead of smoking. It gave you more of a high and you wouldn’t be destroying your lungs everyday. 

Eric would be troubled when he sees you coughing so much every time you took a hit. Sometime you would gag, even throwing up one time because you would cough so hard. 

One thing he began to enjoy was just listening to music with you after a smoke session. After that high crept in and he started to listen to that sweet sweet music, he couldn’t help but get up and dance. Mostly likely asking you to join him. 

He’s a really good listener when he’s high. You always were amazed by the way he would explain things to you on an intellectual level without getting upset or defensive. 

Also he started cooking more. He said he wanted to expand his cooking pallet and sometimes being high inspired him to try new things.  

Speaking of which, he loves experimenting in bed with you when he’s high. It just makes it a whole new experience for the both of you. One better than he could ever imagine.

But smoking for post-death Eric isn’t a constant thing so only expect him to only smoke with you. Its your guys special time and he will forever cherish those moments he has with you. 

[cluster-fandom]

Not the day for this

Atsumu, Oikawa, and Noya prank their S/O on a bad day

Warnings: Swearing, food/eating || hospital mention, knife mention, stitches mention, and getting a cut in Noya’s (nothing descriptive just the words themselves)

A/N: This is my first time writing for multiple characters! I enjoyed this a lot 

I was heavily inspired by @kybabi​ !! Go check them out if you haven’t before :)

Atsumu

• Today was not your day at all

• You had failed a test and got in an argument with your best friend

• So all you really wanted to do was come home to your boyfriend and relax

• Unfortunately Atsumu was not aware of how your day had been going

• You both liked to poke fun at each other and this time Atsumu had planned what he thought was an amazing prank

• He couldn’t wait for you to get home

You were driving home from university to your shared apartment with Atsumu. Between the frustration of scoring low a test you had studied so hard for and getting into a dumb fight with one of your best friends, you were ready to snap. The heat didn’t help anything either. At the very least you got to come home to Atsumu. The thought of being wrapped up in your boyfriends arms had kept you from lashing out at anyone that came in contact with you.

You two had been together for over a year and while he could be insufferable at times, you adored him. He was always making you laugh through his ridiculousness, and you were the same. But your favorite memories were when he looked at you with that lopsided grin and said that he loved you.

As you walked up to your front door you noticed it was slightly open.

‘Did Atsumu forget to close the door?’ You briefly wonder before going inside where it was cool.

“Ats-OH MY GOD!”

You were drenched in ice water and the bucket that had been sitting on the door clanked to the floor.

“HEY BABE I THOUGHT YOU COULD USE SOME COOLING OFF!” Atsumu grinned, finding his prank hilarious.

“FUCKING HELL ATSUMU THIS WAS NOT WHAT I NEEDED TODAY!” You yell as you shake your arms of water.

You shove past him towards the bathroom where you could get a towel and hairdryer.

“Wait wait wait! It was just a joke I’m sorry!” He’s fumbling over his words in confusion.

He follows you into the bathroom where you were shoving things out of the way to get your hairdryer out of the cabinet.

“Babe- I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d be mad!” He whines.

You ignore him as you try to (unsuccessfully) untangle the cord of your hairdryer.

“God-dammit-“ you mumble as you only end up getting it more tangled.

“Do you want me to hel-“

“NO ATSUMU IVE GOT IT!” You snap at him.

“Why are you so mad?” He’s genuinely confused. You’ve never been this mad at a prank before?? And this wasn’t even the worst one he’s done-

“I DONT KNOW MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM DRENCHED AND FREEZING FUCKING COLD? JUST- LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW!” You’re just done with everything and Atsumu can clearly tell he’s not making anything better at the moment so he retreats to the living room.

After you’ve dried your hair and changed into some dry clothes you went to you and Atsumu’s shared bedroom.

You were scrolling on your phone when there was a knock at the door.

Atsumu cautiously stepped into the room.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

You sighed and set your phone aside.

When you nodded, Atsumu sat on the bed in front of you.

“I’m sorry I upset you. The prank wasn’t funny,” he looked at you with guilty eyes.

“I’m not mad about the prank. I’ve just had a really bad day and it all piled up and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have yelled, I’m sorry.”

You explained the events of your day and how you had wanted some quality time with him, and instead you had gotten an ice bath.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel so bad. Let me make it up to you?” He pleaded. He gave you his biggest puppy dog eyes. (🥺)

Your heart melted and of course you said yes.

He perked up immediately, rushing out of the room. He came back with an armful of snacks and settled in next to you. He switched on your favorite movie and pulled you onto his lap.

“I love you so, so much baby,” he whispered into your hair. He leaned down to press a kiss into your cheek.

“And I love you,” you whispered back.

Oikawa

• You knew that with dating Oikawa, people would be jealous

• But his fangirls could get really bad sometimes

• Today they had been following you around saying how you weren’t pretty enough, smart enough for him

• It had gotten to you a little bit

• So you were ready to be home with your boyfriend away from others eyes

• Oikawa had no clue of this though and had devised, in his mind, a brilliant prank to get a rise out of you once you got home

You were finally home to your apartment with Oikawa. He had been on his phone when you walked in and greeted you with his signature grin. After a tight hug, he said he needed to go grab something in the bedroom.

You settled down on the couch letting your body relax on the plush cushions.

*bzzt bzzt*

You looked to see that Oikawa had left his phone behind. You were about to go back to resting, until you registered the name of the sender.

You bolted upright and grabbed the phone, hoping you had read it wrong.

#1 Fangirl 😉

You and Oikawa had been together for a year and you trusted him with your entire being. But seeing that name made fear pool in your stomach.

You didn��t dare to unlock his phone, despite knowing his password, for fear of what you might find.

Your thoughts were running a mile a minute as you entered your bedroom where Oikawa was in the closet.

Was there someone else? He wouldn’t do that to you right? He seemed so happy with you. He had never said he wasn’t satisfied with anything at all. Nothing had changed recently, so was something going on the whole time? Were his fangirls right?

That last question scared you the most.

“Love?” You called out.

Oikawa had a devilish smirk on his face. He knew that you would have seen the texts by now. He had come up with the prank a few days ago and was excited for you to get smart with him and call out the obvious.

“Yes?” He called back, not looking to you.

“Who’s number one fangirl?” You said, voice shaking. You didn’t know when your vision had started going blurry.

At the sound of your shaky voice, your boyfriend whipped around, eyes wide.

“Oh Angel, it’s nobody, it was all a prank I swear,” he pulled you to his chest, “I asked Iwa-Chan to help me, that’s who’s actually sending the texts.”

“S-so you’re not cheating on me?” You hiccup slightly and Oikawa’s heart aches he wipes away a stray tear. He mentally slaps himself for making you insecure.

“Never. I would never leave you for some other girl who just wants me for my looks. You love me for who I am and I am so, so grateful to have you,” he holds you tighter to him.

Once you’ve collected yourself, you tell him about all the things that had been said to you and how it had made you doubt if you were good enough for him. He quietly listened to you talk, holding you the entire time until you were finished.

He gently lifted your face up to meet his eyes. You noticed how his jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

“Y/N. I am so sorry that those people made you feel unworthy. I promise, you are more than I could have ever asked for. They won’t bother you again ok?” His voice was low, but still as gentle as ever. His eyes softened as he looked at you. He let his muscles relax and gave you a small smile.

Your heart felt full as you nodded.

“Okay, now why don’t we go to the couch and cuddle for a while. Let me show you how much I love you,” he gave your forehead a light kiss.

You smiled up at him.

“I love you Tōru.”

“I love you more, Angel.”

Nishinoya

• You were one inconvenience away from exploding

• You worked the customer service center at your malls department store (it hadn’t been your first choice but you needed money) and you had already had to deal with two Karens this morning

• The second one actually made your manager come down, who wasn’t happy about that

• So now you were at risk of losing your job

• Thankfully though you finally got to go on your lunch break

• You were excited because your boyfriend had time to spend it with you today

• You needed the pick me up and Noya’s naturally energetic personality never failed to do so

• Unfortunately, Nishinoya decided that today was the perfect day to execute his genius prank

You growled in annoyance as your keys got momentarily stuck in the lock to your apartment.

You had been yelled at three times today already. By two entitled middle aged women who wouldn’t listen to you no matter how many times you gave an explanation to them, and then by your manager who told you off for making him get involved with your “nonsense.”

You had been hanging on to your last shred of self control to not start screaming at your boss.

But you were home now and were more than ready to have a nice lunch with your boyfriend.

“Y/N! YOU’RE HOME!” You stumbled back as you were tackled in a hug.

“I made you lunch!” Noya grinned as he released you from his hold.

You giggled as he grabbed your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

Now, you loved Noya, but his cooking was, well, not edible sometimes. But he seemed to have gone pretty safe this time around.

There were two bowls of ramen with bread rolls on the side.

“Looks like someone was busy,” you tease. He rolls his eyes and motions for you to eat.

You were listening to Noya talk about his morning while you ate.

“And then I-“

“AH! HOT! HOT! HOT!” You were panting. The noodles were spicier than you could handle. You took a bite of the bread and nearly puked.

“Is- IS THAT MAYONNAISE?!?” You cough trying to get the awful tastes out your mouth. You rush to the fridge and down a glass of milk.

“Yū what the fuck?!” You say after catching your breath.

“What? I thought you said you wanted to expand your palette,” he’s wearing a smug grin.

You huff and get your things together to leave.

“Wait- don’t go!” He’s scrambling to catch up to you.

“I can’t do this today. I’ll see you after my shift,” you slam the door behind you as you leave.

You picked up a quick meal from the food court and find an empty table to eat at.

You had turned your phone off, not wanting to hear your notifications go off. The rest of your shift was uneventful thankfully, but you were still beyond irritated.

It was twenty minutes until the end of your shift when you turn your phone back on. You had about a dozen texts from Yū, which you were expecting, but you had a missed call from Tanaka from five minutes ago.

Confused, you called back.

“Hello?”

“Y/N! Uh, so you see, Noya he- well he was trying to make something up to you? Anyways, he called me over to your place and I was helping him cook and he may have accidentally, umm, cut his finger pretty bad.”

“What?! Tanaka where are you right now?” You were already gathering your things and writing a note to your boss explaining your leave.

“The hospital,” he replied.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you rushed to your car.

You may have been driving way a little past the speed limit, but you were at the hospital in record time.

Thanks to the lady at the front desk, you found Yū quickly. You thanked Tanaka as he left the room, not wanting to stand around awkwardly.

“Yū! Are you okay? What were you even doing with a knife! Here let me see,” you grabbed his hand and looked it over.

His pointer and middle finger had been wrapped up in bandages, but the rest of his hand looked fine.

“They didn’t need stitches,” he said bashfully.

“Hmph you’re lucky,” you mumbled, “but why would you need to use a knife?” You searched his face. He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I was trying to make you a nice dinner. I wanted to make it up to you for lunch,” he was uncharacteristically quiet.

You gently turned his face towards you, giving him a quick kiss. His face turned bright red and he sputtered incoherently for a minute.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I was having a pretty bad morning and getting my tongue burnt off didn’t help. You’re still an amazing boyfriend though and I still love you,” you intertwined your hands with his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled and leaned to touch his forehead to yours

“Does that mean we can have spicy ramen for dinner then?” He asked.

“Don’t push it.”

I hope you enjoyed! Any feedback is highly appreciated!

*I do not own Haikyuu!! or the characters only the story*

*Do not repost anywhere, all credits to me*

[mistaeq]

since christmas is coming, how about some headcanons for preparation for christmas and baking with the bucci gang? ✨💖

Bucciarati Gang: Baking and Christmas HCs

TW // none

This was so fun to write, plus I put a lot of effort into editing the images! I'm so happy I managed to post this as soon as possible ~ thank you so much for the suggestion, memory♡

Bucciarati Gang Baking and Christmas Headcanons with a neutral!reader

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GIORNO GIOVANNA

He's never really tried to bake something, to be honest Giorno never had the occasion to even think about trying, in his past. So when Christmas approaches and you suggest the two of you try to bake something for the holidays, he's incredibly suprised and looks forward to it at the same time.

"Baking? Me...? That's sweet y/n, but I'm not sure I'm made for this."

He lets you be the one who does the shopping to buy what you need to bake whatever the two of you have in mind, plus he decided what ingredients to use in the recipe and what to bake.

Get ready for man bun Giorno, while you bake! He won't resist tying his golden hair up.

Christmas stuff doesn't have to be forcibly Christmas related, does it? Anything edible will be fine, and Giorno can't resist when he comes across the recipe for sunflower shaped cupcakes. Luckily you have everything you need to make them, you're just in awe for Giorno's inexperienced ideas.

Let this boy be the one to use the sac-à-poche to make the petals of the sunflowers. Since he's the one whose stand has nature related powers, it sounds just good for him to be the one who makes the petals with the frosting!

"I became one with Gold Experience!"

The two of you are concentrating on the chocolate chips to put in the middle of the sunflowers when you hear the signature sound of Gold Experience creating something. Your eyebrows raise when you see a real sunflower in the stand's hand, and giggle. "Thank you Gold, but I don't think we can put real flowers in the cake."

While you wait for the cake part of the cupcakes to be ready, the two of you are gonna choose a flower for every gang member, and create Christmas decorations with it thanks to Giorno's stand power. Abbacchio is gonna hate it so damn much. It gives you life for it's definitely hilarious.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

Bucciarati is probably the one who gave the idea. In his mind, he wanted to bake with all of the gang, but for some reasons, all of them declined, you may never know it's because they wanted to let you have some time with Bruno, the two of you only. Abbacchio convinced Mista and Narancia.

"Who knows why nobody can join us... nevermind, it'll be the two of us, amore."

The two of you go doing the shopping together, so you can confront each other and decide what to buy while you're at the supermarket directly. Bruno enjoys doing the shopping with you.

Bruno loves Christmas, above all if it's with the gang - basically his family - and with you. So, he's gonna choose something more classic than Giorno's cupcakes. Chocolate chips cookies, the most popular ones, a must for christmas. Plus, he can't help but admit those remind him of his outfit.

"I'm... lowkey dressed like a cookie, ain't I?"

I bet Bucciarati's gonna be the ninety percent of your self control on how many chocolate chips to put in every cookie, and how to blame you, it's literally delicious. Plus, he can't lie. He enjoys seeing you so enthusiastic about it.

"Come on Bruno, it's not that big of a deal, just a chocolate chip more..." you insist, when all of a sudden, a metallic blue arm crosses your sight, and the bowl full of batter that was in your arms is now closed by a giant zipper. Your gaze automatically electrocutes Bucciarati. "It's not fair to use Sticky Fingers!"

When he unzips the bowl, you manage to throw in more chocolate chips anyway.

As you wait for the cookies to get ready, you're gonna witness Bucciarati writing touching Christmas themed letters to his gang members, and if you feel inspired, you might wanna suggest him what to write in some cases eventually. He's gonna ask you to sign the letters as well.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

You'll have to get his ass off of the couch using brute force, for he's never gonna bake something with you unless you try really hard to convince him. He's gonna let you pull him eventually, just because you rarely are so enthusiastic about something, and he likes to see you like that. So he accepts.

"Okay, I'll bake with you, just if you're the one who works and I'm the one to watch."

No excuses, mr. Scrooge. You're gonna make Abbacchio do something for it, sending him to do the shopping and asking him to surprise you in terms of ingredients, so that he's gonna choose what to bake, too.

You decided to find a compromise, and bake something for everyone to enjoy it, but not really Christmas themed. Still, you forced him to wear a Santa hat while you were baking. Blueberry cupcakes, that's what he liked. The color matching his tastes, plus cupcakes are units, for everyone.

"So everyone has their own cupcake 'n shit."

He's messy. You had asked him to be the one to put the blue frosting on the cupcakes, but he turned out to be so clumsy that you had to put your hands on Abbacchio's and guide him to make a perfect twirl. At the end, both your hands are blue.

Hope you enjoy Abbacchio in a ponytail, because this is what you're gonna get here.

As soon as you show him how to do decorate a cupcake, he's gonna use Moody Blues, for the scene to repeat and you to decorate every cupcake with him watching only. Luckily, your stand manages to stop this, as you cross your arms. "No lazy man will be my boyfriend, just so you know, Leone." he then started to work.

He's gonna work on something serious for his fellow gang members and for you when he'll be alone with himself, probably. Around you, he just plays it cool and opts to give each member one of the blueberries left from you baking session. Woah, Leone. Don't stress it out too much, huh.

GUIDO MISTA

The gunslinger will probably not even ask for your opinion about it, deep down he knows you'll accept to bake some delicious Christmas treats with him. You'll wake up one day just to find him in a cook outfit already, pulling you out of the bedsheets to drag you in the kitchen. He's so extra.

"Come on y/n, you can't keep on sleeping! Don't you feel the Christmas atmosphere?"

He's already done the shopping. When you get into the kitchen, expecting him to send you to buy everything you need. But the sweet goofball was so excited for it that he bought it all himself.

Oh, he wants to go wild. He can feel the Christmas spirit all over his soul already. When you look at the ingredients you can tell he chose to bake some classic panettone with raisins. That's not easy, but he believes he can do it with you, and you'd never let your boyfriend down. Let's do this!

He's gonna be so extra that his signature hat will be replaced with a chef hat for the day.

You better hide the raisins in the process, because Mista's gonna distractly munch on them, ignoring the fact that if he keeps going, they'll finish before you'll even be able to put it in the panettone. Keep your hungry man under your control.

"Guido... care to explain why do you keep on eating all of the raisins? We need them for the recipe!" he's then gonna stare at you, confused, for he claims he hasn't eaten any but a single raisin since the beginning. You seem to figure out the issue when you see a raisin moving by itself, Number 3 under it if you squint. "Oh my god."

While you wait for your panettone to be ready, him and the Pistols are gonna wrap up some smol presents he bought for you and for the gang. You're allowed to help the Pistols, but don't you dare to even try to look at what he's doing. You know, he's the one wrapping your present.

"If you watch this, I'm gonna fucking die."

PANNACOTTA FUGO

He's gonna be the one to bring the idea up, but it will take Bruno to sweet talk him into asking you. Asking something to Fugo isn't easy, and you told Bucciarati you would have liked to bake something. So he talked Pannacotta into be the first one to bring up the idea of baking to you.

Get him by the hand and bring him to do the shopping with you. His embarrassment with asking you to bake will slowly go away with time spent together choosing the ingredients you'll have to use. Let him enjoy it.

"So uhm... you choose the recipe and I follow you? No...? I choose? Oh my god..."

How much do you have to love a fruit to have it as a pattern on your tie too? You can't say no when Pannacotta suggests baking a strawberry cake. Even if it's not really Christmas themed, you don't dare to question him, it's already a good thing that he expressed his thoughts freely.

Pannacotta feels lucky to be able to have such a quiet and good time alone with you.

For the love of God, don't you even think about letting Fugo be the one to put the strawberry frosting on the cake. Man has no patience. Unless you want your cake go to waste, make sure you're the one to decorate it. Or maybe, decorate it together.

"Damn... you really made a mess on the counter, huh." you jokingly scolded Pannacotta. But now you had to find a way to clean up without Bruno to notice. "Do you think Purple Haze would be interested in tasting the frosting which flew around?" you suggest, seeing the stand summon itself and stick his tongue out of his mouth stitches.

"I think we did our best. I love you, cara/o."

While you wait for your strawberry cake to be ready, you'll happen to ask him what has he bought as presents for his fellow gang members. Fugo will shyly answer that he was lowkey hoping you could help him in choosing what to do. He's doing his best, please be proud of the boy.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Baking? You really want to bake with him? Is he allowed to bring his headphones with him while you bake? No? Flour might ruin them? Narancia is new to this baking thing. Before you came to Passione, he left these tasks to Bruno or Mista, but now you want to bake with him? This is good...maybe?

"What's the point of baking if you can't even listen to some good music and vibe to it?"

You left Narancia at home to get the kitchen ready to bake with Bucciarati's help, and after asking what kind of Christmas cake he would have liked to bake, you took care of doing the shopping.

Obviously he would have wanted to bake that. It would have been hilarious, but predictable. Still, you decided to make Narancia happy despite the failed Christmas theme. Orange chocolate cake! Turns out he wanted to bake such a thing just to apply the meme "I am cake" to himself.

"I'll finally be cake... like the prophecy said."

Please keep Narancia from eating the cake batter, or else he'll probably eat the whole cake before you even bake it. It's a good thing, though. The boy's got a good sense of taste, and at least you know the cake's turning out pretty delicious.

"We have to slice the oranges. I'll try to figure out a way to do it properly- Nara? What are you..? NO-" you only manage to say, without keeping Narancia from throwing the oranges towards Aerosmith's propellers. You hate to say it, but you must admit that your boyfriend's idea worked and sliced the oranges perfectly.

He's gonna suggest to keep the cake for yourselves and give the gang brioches.

While you wait for your chocolate cake to be ready, Narancia's gonna show you all the playlists he prepared for his friends, but obviously not the one for you, that has to be a surprise. The music's one of the best ways for him to express himself, so that's a great gift, coming from Narancia.

TRISH UNA

It's not like she has had so much time to dedicate to baking in her last fifteen years of life, so you're gonna let her have a good time with it, being the one who brings it up first to her. Trish is gonna happily accept, and will take it as a way to thank Bruno for all that he's done for her, too.

She's gonna want to go doing the shopping by herself, in order to show you she's become independent enough and to make you proud of her. Trish is gonna surprise you with her choices!

"I won't disappoint you, y/n, I'll come back with the best ingredients you can wish for."

Turns out the poor baby's not really good at baking, but that's no problem! You opt for something more decorative, but still sweet. She's on cloud nine when you tell her it's no big deal, and that the two of you can still prepare some pink meringues to munch on during the festivities!

"Let's stay positive. Meringues are perfect!"

The girl is gonna definitely use you as a taste tester for the meringues, Trish likes to spoil you by feeding you the pink candies the two of you just prepared, and if they're good enough, she'll even let you do the same for her and feed her a meringue.

She'll be likely to do her best to be romantic to you. Trish's new to love relationships.

"Ouch... I think the batter turned out a little too hard. Maybe we put too much flour, babe." you tell Trish, but she smiles, and looks like she has a good idea. At the sound of a loud "WANNABEEEEEEE", Spice Girl punches the batter enough to turn it a little softer, a little less dense, just like you needed it to be. "Thank you, love."

While you wait for your pink meringues to be ready, Trish is gonna tell you a Christmas secret. She thinks it's not much, but she's prepared a small speech to tell to every member, to thank them for having saved her life. Reassure your girlfriend of the fact that her gift is amazing.

[make-me-imagine]

Hiya! Congrats on 7k! If I'm not too late, I'd like to request a ship for the celebration. (If I'm too late you can ignore, I totally understand!)

I'm a 31 year old bisexual woman. Slytherin, ESTP, Taurus. My main love language for expressing it is gift giving. For receiving, it's quality time. I'm a movie buff and enjoy going both going to the theater and watching at home. I also enjoy writing when I can, some miscellaneous crafting things, and singing. I'll give almost anything a try, but I also know my own limits. I love trying new foods (even if the combo sounds gross.) If it's edible, I'll try it. I prefer nighttime and if I had the choice, I'd sleep during the day and be up late. I love animals of all kinds; insects, reptiles, basically all of them. I've kinda become a jack of all trades type as I like to do a lot of things, but I don't have the patience to become really good at them. I also have the, "I'm not immediately a master at this, I give up" thing. I'm always ready to throw down on behalf of others (legit almost fist fought a cab driver once bc he wouldn't leave this poor girl alone.) I stick up for myself as well, ofc. I'm outspoken and will just... do things. I care very little about how others view me. It's very difficult for me to get embarassed. I can be pretty loud. I'm the friend that people tag in cursed memes. I'm into that nerd scene; anime, manga, video games, etc. I legitimately listen to all types of music as well. My friends had to to keep me from eating a pizza I found in the box on a windowsill downtown. I've been told I'm both intimidating and that I look very innocent so tbh I have no idea which I give off more. Physically I'm kinda tall (5'7,) thique, and pale. I don't care much about how someone I'm interested in looks. I've got all sorts of types and there's not much consistency. I believe in ghosts and aliens, and used to be big into ghost hunting media. I've I've two separate PeeWee Herman dolls. One of them talks. I'm kinda like a human shitpost at times. I'll do almost anything for a bit. I'm kinda rambling but I feel like I'm telling you a lot about me with these rambles. I can be pretty stubborn - especially about going to the Dr. I accidentally swallowed some Drain-O once and just... went about my day. (I'm aware I'm a dumbass and follow a strict do as I say not as I do guideline for everybody.) I give really good advice despite all of that. I also have surprisingly good manners. I hold the door open for everyone, say thank you about a million times during a transaction, etc. I do the thing where you don't realize something is traumatic until you tell the story and other people are like omg are you okay? And I'm like lol yeah I was making a joke it's chill. I'd love a ship for LotR and Leverage! Thank you!

I hope you like them! Ships under cut!

Lotr:

I ship you with Boromir.

I feel like he would be one of the few that could handle you lmao. He loves your energy, and your personality, even if times he can't always keep up. He finds you immensely interesting, and can talk to you about anything. His father can't stand you, but that doesn't bother Bormir at all, because you are one of the few people that isn't afraid of his father. Boromir adores your confidence, and appreciates your candor.

Best-Friend: Merry and Pippin. Both of them. Once you met them they were like long lost brothers. Together you are absolute chaos in the best way. But you are care a lot about your friends.

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Leverage:

I ship you with Eliot.

He thought you were intense, but very interesting. He appreciates people who don't take shit from anyone, and are willing to stand up to people who are wrong. He thinks you are hilarious, but sometimes can't tell when you are being serious or not. He likes to cook for you, and always has you try his more experimental ideas because he knows you will always be honest and will have good suggestions. He does try to get you to stay with interests and hobbies to master them, but will never force you.

Best-Friend: Parker. Again, chaos twins, agents of chaos, the ultimate team of confusion. You get along really well and understand each other when no one else does.

[swimfuel]

okay humanstuck thoughts under the cut

i owe a lot of this to @/rhythmic-idealist's kankri/vantasposting bc holy shit theyve got such a big brain (ill link to their individual posts when im on desktop since im using this to keep all my thoughts straight and i agree with most of what they say wholeheartedly)

general status quo stuff:

signless works in an extremely demanding career involving helping others (i'm leaning towards an attorney who works with organizations and does pro bono work), and is also extensively involved in social justice work outside of his job... he is very rarely home

he loves and cares for his children deeply and tries to express it whenever they're face to face, but the couch in his cramped and messy office has seen far too much use over the years for him to have been able to say it enough

his habits of working himself to the point of exhaustion are handily passed down to his kids btw

the kids had to grow up quickly because signless was out of the house so often and so consistently—kankri, who was already pretty high-strung, has to learn to take care of himself and karkat

they grow up near ms firuzeh maryam, who's their pseudoaunt/grandma (she took in a nine year old kavana vantas when she was about twenty), but they just call her ms rosa

they spent a lot of time in the maryam house growing up, with miss rosa's two nieces. porrim is a year older than kankri, while kanaya and karkat are the same age

kankri grows kinda sensitive to people trying to mother him since it rubs against the notion that he's the "adult of the house" and that he can take care of himself and karkat just fine

(and it also kinda underlines the fact that kankri has no idea what he's doing at the best of times)

and ironically enough, kankri becomes overbearing and naggy towards karkat in his own right, which forestalls them becoming close in any brotherly sort of way

they grow up really just... unable to communicate with one another clearly

karkat develops his ornery exterior in response to kankri's constant stream of opinions and frantic attempts at making up for the presence of a guardian in the house

i think there would actually be some really interesting parallels with rose in this au.. maybe i'm drawing from my own experiences as well but i think he'd begin to assume that every time his brother opens his mouth, he's going to criticize karkat

but instead of reacting like rose with the "making yourself more of a puzzle"/passive aggressive stuff, he gets a more defensive/hackles raised/"argue with you before you can argue with me" approach

and the thing is that they do love each other and would take a bullet for the other etc etc etc.. but they don't know how to express it because they've fallen into these shitty patterns

and it really doesn't help that kankri has grown somewhat resentful of signless over the years... that mix of resentment and fear and love gets more extreme and more polar every time signless gets injured during a political demonstration

i think kankri and signless would also be slightly closer than karkat and signless, as signless' job really only started to ramp up when karkat was less than years old and kankri was in his early double digits

kankri autistic btw its word of god (i am god)

karkat has a pet crab. its name is also karkat. he vents his frustrations to it.

i feel like the vantases exemplify both the best and worst parts of their aspects with one another as well... the strength of their bonds keeps them together and grounded, but TOO grounded. [insert Blood rant here]

the Blood rant:

i define Blood as bonds, responsibility, and the "core". if Life is the fertile soil and everything living on a planet's surface, then Blood is the gravitational core of the planet keeping everything together

i also think Blood, Heart, & Mind work in tandem to define a person just as blood serves to connect the pieces of the human body... Heart is the soul and the self, Mind is the application of one's self through active choices (agency), while Blood defines both the self and the choices one makes in greater detail [and, as an aside, Life provides the physical spark of life needed to keep the heart pumping blood]

OKAY wow that got tangential anyways

SO BASICALLY! too much Blood makes you stagnate, so for example:

kankri is split between staying home with karkat or going to college across the country and being truly unbound for the first time in years

another crisis of Blood: signless is caught between his empathy and responsibility to the whole world and his responsibility to his own children

okay so here's more status quo stuff:

the maryam and vantas kids grow up together and its hilarious because you'll see them all together and its just like (girlboss) (girlboss) (physical manlet) (emotional manlet)

the maryam girls are actually miss rosa's nieces but she took them in when they were both pretty young

the pyropes know the vantases well enough considering pyrope senior and sign have known one another from their respective legal practices for years, but they live on the other side of town

the leijons lived in town when kankri and meulin were very young, but they moved and travelled for a long time before coming back and reestablishing their roots

the captors (psii being one of sign's oldest and closest friends) move into town with the peixes family pretty early on though

the condesce is.. a horrible spouse and guardian, to put it plainly. she's very emotionally manipulative and isn't averse to smacking people around, including her own family. she moves herself and her perfect little family into town so she can properly oversee a new business venture close by

feferi is one of the best young swimmers in the country and has a pretty good shot of getting onto the olympic team.. a lot of this drive to be perfect and to be better results from the condesce's unrelenting pressure and thinly veiled resentment throughout her whole life

so yeah psii, )(ic, feferi, and sollux all live together and it's really not great for anyone involved. (meenah ran away years ago, and crashed on aranea's couch for a pretty long while—mituna moved out with latula for college before psii and the condesce got married)

it gets bad to the point of sollux staying with the maryams for two months while the adults try to sort out that absolute clusterfuck and get the divorce proceedings going (meenah finally convinces feferi to get out and come stay with her and aranea for the duration as well)

in terms of relationships i think latula and porrim were really really close in high school, and probably had some kind of unacknowledged thing going on for a while that never actually turned into anything because latula and mituna were going steady

kankri has had a crush on latula for years but never acted on it for similar reasons

meenah still carries a lot of that give no fucks attitude (it's developed moreso as a defense mechanism here) and can't understand why feferi refuses to leave the condesce with her

okay back to VANTAS MANPAIN i also think that karkat feels the weight of a lot of expectations on his shoulders as well

he feels responsible to live up to the example his dad and his brother set, even if it's to his own detriment—and kankri's oblivious rambling about his grades and his teachers and all his clubs certainly aren't helping the matter

kankri is one of those overinvolved kids taking a million AP's while simultaneously shitting on the collegeboard at every single step

hes this super overachiever anal retentive perfectionist type dude and (just as karkat preemptively criticizes others to forestall their criticisms of him only to harshly criticize himself) kankri subconsciously holds the people around him to the same expectations he holds for himself

so karkat also develops this sense of lacking which, in combination with everything else, culminates in self loathing and thinking he has to solve everyone else's problems and getting horribly mad at himself for every little mistake

GOD i have a lot more but lemme post this before i accidentally close out of the app and lose it all

more little details:

vriska's mom and terezi's mom HATE each other like HATE HATE HATE one another it's so bad

karkat wrote a ten page review of my immortal in middle school

jade is one of nepeta's best online friends

sollux can't raise one eyebrow at a time.. karkat gives him so much grief about it

the vantases eat a lot of shitty renditions of persian dishes until karkat learns to cook because literally the only person in the world with a CHANCE of getting KANKRI VANTAS to make an EDIBLE DISH is miss rosa

kanaya is really good at persian dance too but is VERY VERY embarassed to perform in front of people.. however porrim definitely is not

karkat has insomnia while kankri just stays up stupidly late for assignments that really shouldnt be taken that seriously.. but they both have the same rumination/sleep anxiety thing where your brain goes insane with horrible and depressing scenarios as you try to sleep

and more ideas that i thought were interesting but idk how to fit in the context of this au:

signless and disciple getting married pretty late in life after having been in love for years, the vantases move in with the leijons and karkat suddenly has two sisters

nepeta and karkat are both juniors at this point, meulin is probably in her third year at a local college nearby while kankri is about to start his second year at a university pretty far away

the kids in general honestly but ill figure it out

more random hcs this time with kids:

kanaya and rose get into a flame war online that gradually settles into elaborate courtship rituals

also nepeta + jade online besties

also bec can inexplicably still teleport

the first sbahj movie comes out and the next six months of dave strider junior's high school career are absolute hell

actually hc that dave senior goes by d strider professionally. the d stands for a lot of things

aradia and dave frequent a lot of the same forums but never end up really interacting

meanwhile karkat and john frequent a lot of the same forums and DEFINITELY end up interacting. this turns into grudging (at least on karkat's part) friendship after they find themselves fighting for their lives defending an objectively shitty movie together on the same thread

[blackjackkent]

Jenna/Kaidan for the shipping meme

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch

Definitely Jenna. Chronic insomnia means she's often up till all hours and then passes out on the nearest available surface when her body can't take it anymore.

Sometimes Kaidan brings her gently back to bed. Sometimes he sits with her on the couch and runs his fingers through her hair. He likes to think the tension in her face rests a little easier when he does.

makes friends with the neighbors

Kaidan. :P He's inveterately warm and friendly, whereas Jenna is not what one would term a 'people person'; her friendships are forged through shared suffering and long experience.

On the Silversun Strip Kaidan is constantly falling into random conversations with the local tourists, many of whom definitely try to flirt with him. Jenna finds it sort of hilarious but is also sort of jealous at his ease with strangers (and has a pretty dramatic scowl ready for anyone who tries to get too friendly with him).

is the adventurous eater

Hm. Jenna, I think. Living on the streets, she learned to be able to eat pretty much anything that was edible and keep it down no matter how gross, stale, old, or strange it was. I don't think she's one of those people that actively seeks out New Things To Eat, but she will accept literally anything put in front of her without blinking an eye.

This is also how she ends up drinking the ryncol at Dark Star.

hogs the covers at night

I don't think either of them hog, exactly (both of them, in fact, tend to snuggle up as close to each other as possible, as if each is afraid the other might slip away if they're not careful). However, Jenna is most definitely a restless sleeper, and more so as the series goes on; when caught in a nightmare she thrashes around and sends the covers in all directions.

forgets to do the dishes

Jenna. Her cabin is in general something of a mess and she treats the apartment on the Citadel no differently. Kaidan is a good cook and used to cleaning up after himself.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Hmmmmm. Probably Kaidan, I think. He strikes me as, of the pair of them, the one more likely to be coming in with a romantic gesture. I'm not really sure either of them are *super* demonstrative in that regard though.

Jenna does occasionally try to surprise him but it's something she has to work herself up to a bit. :P She's not spontaneous.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Definitely Jenna.

stays up til 2 AM reading

Also definitely Jenna (see the aforementioned insomnia).

sings in the shower

Hm. If it's anyone, it's Kaidan. Jenna hates her own singing voice and doesn't make a point of it in any context.

takes the selfies

Surprisingly, I think this might be Jenna. She likes fiddling around with her omnitool even if she's not super adept with it, and she has a very carefully concealed sentimental streak. If she's among people she trusts/cares about, I think she values having a record of it.

plans date night

Probably Kaidan, and he is pretty good at knowing what Jenna likes to do, judging by the Citadel DLC date scene. :P "You're not watching me cook, you're helping me drink beer!"

Left to her own devices Jenna would basically work until her head fell off, but Kaidan makes a point of making time for them to spend together whenever they're stopped on the Citadel. It's never for anything super dramatic, but just for being together, eating, getting a little drunk and rowdy and blowing the steam off.

[banashee]

Part 1/2, for @hopelessly-me - enjoy! ♥

Kitchen Nightmares

Clint loves cooking. He is pretty damn amazing at it, too. Give him some time and he’ll whip up what the other Avengers refer to as “magic on a plate” seemingly out of thin air. No matter how simple or complicated, his food always turns out delicious. Whether he is cooking or baking, it doesn’t matter if they just got new groceries or if he is basically cleaning out the refrigerator. Clint’s food has truly spoiled them all, and when he is gone for longer stretches of time on SHIELD assignments, they definitely miss him for more than just company and bad puns. 

  The thing is, Tony likes cooking. He really does - he spends a lot of time trying to make dinner or hot breakfast, and the results are… Interesting. Oftentimes burned or stone cold with very little in between, unless you count his food being over- or under seasoned. Or any imaginable combination of forgotten or randomly added ingredients. 

To say that Tony is bad at cooking would be putting it very nicely. He may be a genius with a remarkable brain and way more PHDs than anyone really needs, but that doesn’t mean he is fit to be let loose in a kitchen on his own devices. Which, of course, doesn’t stop him from trying. 

Clint loves Tony, and Tony loves Clint. Which is why Tony wants to surprise him with a meal some days, on which he’s spent hours, trying to get it right. To be fair, he really puts a lot of love and effort into the whole thing, because again, his intentions are good, but the execution needs work still. 

As a result, Clint is choking down almost inedible food on a regular basis, because he recognizes the love and effort, even though he has suffered through more than a few awful meals.

So, it’s a thing.

  Whenever he catches Tony early enough, with JARVIS help, because the AI really is amazing, Clint casually asks,

“Hey Honey, need any help?” in an attempt to keep an eye on his boyfriend and keep the damage to a minimum. But Tony, bless him, without a fail will just beam at him and say something along the lines of,

“Nope, you go relax, I’ve got this!” and pull Clint in for a kiss before shoving him out of the kitchen to keep working in secret and almost set the house on fire in the process. 

Tony doesn’t “got this”. He really, really doesn’t, but Clint also doesn’t want to crush his excitement or enthusiasm. 

  While the interest and good intention is definitely there, Tony never had the opportunity to actually learn how to cook. Growing up, there were always butlers and chefs to take care of the meals, nevermind the fact that Howard Stark would have freaked the fuck out if he had found his son on a kitchen stove - that one incident when Tony was six had been more than enough, and he’d never treid again, up until he was an adult. All through college, he’d either lived on cup noodles or whatever Rhodey had cooked, and then there is that one time where he spent three hours on scrambled eggs, which caused Pepper to be worried about his well-being more than anything.  

So yeah, Clint knows all this, and he absolutely understands what it is like to have missed opportunities. He himself has experiences with that, although on a different level under different circumstances, but the point is: missed opportunities, never learned something as a kid, wanting to catch up - Clint gets it. He really does. 

This is why Clint lets Tony have his way, and silently pulls up the pizza delivery app on his phone, knowing they’ll more than likely need it in the near future. 

  Not even Lucky wants any of the scraps Tony cooks. The very same mutt who will dig through the trash can because it’s fun and there might be something edible in it, refuses to even touch whatever Tony is cooking. Lucky might come over to inspect it, but more often than not, he’ll just sneeze at the offering and leave the room. It’s kinda sad and kinda hilarious at the same time. 

Tony continues causing absolute havoc in the kitchen nonetheless.

  One morning, Clint enters the kitchen, running frantically because there is a lot of smoke. He can see the flashing lights and feel the vibrations of the extra loud smoke detector in the kitchen - all accommodations to his damaged hearing. Lucky is barking like crazy, and even though he woke up about 20 seconds ago, Clint is on his feet and scrambling, worried because there is smoke and the alarm is going off while Tony was not next to him in bed when he woke up. He needs him to be okay, because he doesn’t know what he would do without him.

“Fuck!” Clint is cursing and coughing, smoke stinging his eyes and creeping into his lungs, which is bad.

  Thankfully, as it turns out, the fire was relatively small and Tony is perfectly fine - he slips into his boyfriend’s frantic hug with ease, squeezing to reassure him that everything is alright - well, apart from the smoking pan on the stove and the wide open window. At least JARVIS has turned the alarm off now.

“Fucking shit. Are you okay?!” Clint asks, despite seeing so for himself and being able to hold Tony close to reassure himself that he is, in fact, fine and in one piece. With a heavy sigh of relief, he adds,

“Next time just set an alarm clock, huh? It’ll be evil still, but much more gentle than the smoke detector going off” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I was gonna make eggs and bacon… Extra crispy, as it turns out.” 

Tony shoots him a lopsided grin, almost sheepish as he runs a hand through the messy mop of hair on Clint’s head. If the archer wasn’t so genuinely freaked out about his safety, Tony would have laughed. He loves early-morning-Clint, because he’s always rumpled and disheveled in his own adorable way. Especially before coffee, when he is a tired, grumpy mess and Tony wants to kiss him senseless every single day. 

Today, Clint is wide awake and sags into his partner in relief. The two of them hold onto each other for a bit, simply enjoying each other's company. A cold chill from the open window creeps into the room, and the smell of burned breakfast is slowly getting less and less. Small favors. 

Both men  look over at the pan, where nothing edible is recognizable as such. 

“Extra crispy indeed. Idiot.” Clint adds, fondly as he presses a kiss into Tony’s dark hair. It only makes him laugh. 

  Another morning, the kitchen is not filled with smoke, which is honestly always a plus, but Tony is standing near the stove, unmoving and staring as if he isn’t sure what exactly he is looking at.

Cautiously, Clint steps closer - thankfully, he already had a cup of coffee before his workout routine and is as much of a functioning human as he can be. 

“...Tony?” he asks, stepping closer. The man in question shakes his head slowly.

“It was supposed to be french toast.”

“...Okay?”

“It was supposed to be french toast.” Tony repeats, then sighs.

“I’m not sure what it is now.”

“So, uh… Wanna walk me through your steps to see where it might have gone wrong?” Clint asks, and he is looking at a defeated man. 

“The step is I’ll order breakfast online, goddammit.”

“Are you sure? We can make some together, if you want to.” 

“Yeah, about that, I kinda used up all the ingredients and fucked up too many times…”

A long beat of silence passes, and even the dog looks up from his pillow in the corner as if to say “Silly human”. 

“...Ordering online it is.” Clint agrees, and for once, keeps the snarky comments to himself. 

  One would think that the day would come where Tony gets discouraged by failure after failure - it doesn’t. On the contrary, it makes him want to prove even more that he can do this, which also means that he refuses to accept any help, determined to figure it out on his own.

Spite and stubbornness have kept him alive at more than one point in his life.  There is no way Tony Stark will be defeated by a simple breakfast recipe - or any other for that matter - again. 

So, one day, he greets Clint with a wide, toothy grin and a “taste it” as he shoves a pot and a spoon in his direction.

  And because Clint loves him, he does taste it. He only barely manages to keep himself from coughing, but he is not sure for how long things can go on like this. Sooner or later, he will have to sit Tony down and talk about this. He would love to encourage him to keep going, but the results and waste of food are too much to bear at this point. Not to mention the fire hazards.  

 *+~

 Prompt 16: "Taste it (evil grin)"

[nicknellie]

That’s very relatable, I’m kind of in the same boat so I get what you mean lol. Also Good morning!

Box stuff:

1. I love that as well, and when Luke’s room is particularly bad. Emily will call Alex up (the Mercers had a household phone just because) and would hope that he was around to answer it so she could ask him to clean Luke’s room.

I love that Alex just casual knows where the cleaning supplies are. Maybe that’s something that Emily and Alex do together on a random Sunday or something, they just make food together and then clean up the house.

Oh yes, sometimes Reggie will join Alex in cleaning due to a particular bad fight. Maybe that’s how the boys know that Reggie’s parents had a bad fight because Reggie won’t tell them due to the fact that he doesn’t want to bother them. But due to him cleaning they just know (also the fact that he can’t lie to them). Exactly yes! Just as you said (I hadn’t finished reading the paragraph when I said my part lol)

Yes exactly as you put it, they just go up to his room just to think about when he was still alive and how him and the boys were safe there. Oh my goodness, yes they talk to him but just like with Bobby, they can’t get a sign so they don’t know that Luke has words he never said and that he regrets that he didn’t get a chance to say them.

Yes, and Emily will always regret that she didn’t put as much support into the band as she should’ve because now she can’t take back her yelling at him to do more work and or to quit the band because education is so much more important; that he will never be able to go far with the band. So I’m listening to music and right now the song is ‘Supermarket flowers by Ed Sheeran’ and if you change around some lyrics it could be something that is Emily to Luke. (Kind of how unsaid Emily is for Emily)

3. Exactly, it’s like I somehow reached the conclusion but I have no clue how to explain to you the processes but it’s edible so.

The boys are always in awe because Alex talks while he bakes so randomly he will say something like ‘fold the flour well what if I just don’t’ ‘how is this the recipe book it gives me no instructions I need like an in-depth explanation on what the heck this means’. And then the food tastes amazing, although they once thought that Alex was just not going to include the flour (also that he was going to give them salmonella by not cooking it)

Board games and jam

1. Alex is never running out of drumsticks is hilarious. Also just love the fact that this goes on for half an hour before he stops and then once Luke has been situated and isn’t expecting Alex to throw drumstick, he throws one more.

I love that, just Reggie being so competitive when it’s legitimately Alex sneezing because he needed to sneeze. Also the fact that Alex is ready to throw drumsticks at Reggie as well. Honestly at some point Alex has thrown drumsticks at everyone (even Caleb).

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It definitely would, like Luke can’t do it for anyone else but the second Alex is imposter he’s just like I know who it is.

Basically this meme: (Luke is the one saying that he has connected the dots)

Yes, however once Willie did kill Alex just to throw people off of his tail. And yes, Julie will always kill Luke first and if someone else is the imposter they will try to do the same just so people think the Julie is the imposter.

I love the accessories addition, definitely needed

Luke and Julie- yes

Willie- that is a power move and I love it

Alex- yes

Reggie- I do agree however at the same time I raise the cowboy hat

Flynn- honestly the fact that Flynn paid money to get a little character is everything and totally something that she would do.

Also if Carlos is playing then he has the paper bag

Honestly the boys thought that monopoly couldn’t get more chaotic and then they played it with Willie and Flynn and they were like this is new level. Because Flynn is competitive and she is definitely the one who would double check the rules and call out any of them if they got something wrong.

I love that Alex will just give Willie money. ‘I have no clue what you guys are talking about. Willie just has money because you guys are bad’

Despite the fact I have played Monopoly I legitimately cannot tell you what cards Flynn has that make her better than everyone else but you are completely correct. (Get out of jail for free? possibly) Also just has really good luck at picking out chance cards (maybe one of the ones in the middle idk)

Honestly I was kind of thinking that Luke would jump the table when Alex said that he wasn’t giving Willie money and that they were just bad. But I love your addition so much.

I love the fact that Reggie wouldn’t speak to Luke for a week when Luke just can’t avoid talking to them for about 2 hours. (Also Luke does the same to Reggie that they would do to Alex and Jess is in the background of everywhere with puppy dog eyes because Reggie won’t give him attention)

Numbers

2. I love this so much. Alex looks hurt about the fact that Willie is laughing however at the same time he loves his laugh. So Alex is stuck between because upset that Willie is laughing at him and the fact that Willie is laughing.

I’m glad that it changes as the story goes on, honestly right now I’m just not the biggest fan of Arthur. (I will definitely keep you informed, I’m glad that you said this because I didn’t want to over impose) Currently haven’t watched another episode so I’m still on the first one for now.

Wait yes! That is total Alex energy, also just Alex being done with Luke all the time. Just can’t believe that this is the guy he has to protect.

6. I mean Alex didn’t function after the hair flip in the show so if Bobby had been there then maybe Alex would’ve been able to function better 😂. Also yes exactly, just slaps the back of Alex’s head just so Alex will have a normal conversation with Willie and not just them staring at each other.

I mean I know you have four requests but I’m in fully support if you do want to write that after 😂. Also love how they don’t explain anything just very straight to the point and say that he shouldn’t steal their music.

8. Honestly relatable, I can’t wait for your tangent when it’s not 1am.

10. Yes exactly. Reggie is a tiny bit upset but then he’s like ‘I’m not even the one who did the developing, Bobby is and seeing as which we are kind of mad at him that’s good’. Oh my goodness, just happy Reggie staring starstruck at pictures because of how defined they are.

Alex knows that’s what Reggie is doing but of course he’s going to humour him and make the food.

11. I can’t believe you just pulled out the fact that no adult believed Reggie as a kid and you compared it to Reggie meeting a lot of celebrities. Whoa, you’re completely correct but whoa that’s painful. Yes, he has met all of them (oo nice, which Billy Joel one?). Also Luke is hurt about the fact that Reggie met him but Luke wasn’t there. To add on, Reggie has met Prince, Elton John, and Michael Jackson.

17. No, You shouldn’t go back on that, Reggie definitely has Caleb‘s baby picture like legitimately he has everyone’s baby picture even Nick.

I love that addition like Caleb tried to steal their soul but Reggie just asked for him to give Reggie his baby pictures before they poof out to do stand tall. Then next time they see each other Caleb just hands them over.

Yes, that was exactly my thought process also your addition that Caleb is mean but he isn’t stupid, about the fact that Reggie is sweet is precisely that interaction. (I mean Caleb probably saw Reggie get upset over the fact that Han Solo died and was just like Reggie is a precious being must protect. I mean take his soul but protect.)

Nope she just handed them over, just as you said. Honestly Reggie could take over the world and no one would question it just because it’s Reggie. ‘probably priceless photos and they are in some ghost scrapbook’ is the greatest comment.

Exactly yes, honestly it doesn’t matter how the hot dog is involved in the picture but there has to be one baby photo of Willie that includes him in the presence of a hotdog.

19. Agreed, usually by the point that Willie and Alex’s alliance is over. Than Alex will start one with Luke, and they will just bombard Willie with snowballs. (Just because I want Julie and Willie to be friends maybe they start an alliance just to get back at Alex and Luke) (also for Reggie he has one with Carlos)

20. They are and we did get very luck with this cast. Because no matter who you look at, they all have such great chemistry with each other and work so well with each other. For example the band demonstrate such a wonderful friendship, as do Flynn and Julie. Just flawless performances all around.

Honestly I’ve seen those as well and it just makes me upset because the show legitimately shows and has Willie say that he had no idea that Caleb was going to give them the stamps. Like he wouldn’t say that, if it didn’t actually happen. Because, if he had done it in front of Alex then it possibly could be spun in the way that he was just trying to fake out Alex (lack of better word) but he did it alone with Caleb, demonstrating that he did not know what was going to happen.

Honestly same, I just want good Caleb who adopts Alex/takes Alex under his wing. Yes! I’ve also seen theories where Caleb is actually working for someone and it isn’t entirely him who is trying to take their souls (however I think that yours is much better and I actually feel like it’s a good way for the show to not have so many villains you know. Also in general your idea was well articulated and eloquently put)

Oh my goodness, Caleb only using his power for people who hurt Willie and Alex is everything. (Also adding Reggie to that mix because)

Understandable honestly Luke and Flynn would be such a power duo and anyone who made Julie upset would need to run for their life. (Also I am totally here for another tangent, I would love to see your thoughts). And yes them arguing over who loves Julie more and somehow this gets finished because Alex randomly appears and says that he and Reggie loves Julie the most.

21. So how Alex gets arrested, I was legitimately going to send to you in another ask but then forgot so here it is. Basically they are at pride and just a lot of bad things are said so Alex punches a cop and hence him being arrested.

Also I love that either Alex vandalizing some thing or arson is your first theory. Honestly I feel like it’s Luke and Reggie who would be the reason for arson and Alex and Bobby just getting dragged along. Also you’re completely right, going on with that, one day they did graffiti of the Sunset Curve logo. Also I love how after all of this the one thing he gets nervous about is a closed museum with no one there.

25. Honestly Alex and Carries friendship would be unbeatable. Also Carrie alongside Luke and Reggie would definitely give Willie a shovel talk, just have to say.

You’re absolutely correct, honestly I feel like they would have such a better friendship than a dating relationship. (honestly it would be hilarious if it was Carrie who found out that Nick was possessed)

26. Honestly anything Willie, I just need and another hair flip is top of the list. What if Willie knows that Alex is short-circuiting around him and purposely does these things just so he can see Alex flustered. Also swimmer Willie is needed. And Willie twirling Alex’s hair is everything and I want that for S2. (Also at some point Alex braiding Willie’s hair)

32. Honestly anyone giving them stickers is completely true. Also yes, The person who gave Reggie the stickers was the park ranger. Who helped him locate the rest of the band because Reggie had wandered off

35. That is sad, also yes. Just Ray calling them his angels would be everything, also just more Reggie and Ray general.

I’m glad, mostly because ghost taking pictures for other ghost to be seen. Kind of isn’t logical but I just want Reggie to be able to take pictures of Willie. (Also the rest of the band as well)

37. Oh my goodness, that is a rollercoaster to read. Also agreed, Reggie just had no clue how to work the washing machine. He just had lights and darks all together and to this day Luke and Alex are very concerned on how Reggie turn some thing that was black into a like horrible red colour. Also yes, everyone was freaking out about how Luke could possibly set something on fire and how this happened in the two minutes that someone wasn’t watching him.

39. Yea, Ray and Trevor being friends would be so cool. Also agreed, since Julie and Carrie were close then they were kind of close as well so once Julie and Carrie fell apart then they just stopped being friends as well.

Agreed, also seeing Reggie has the Queen‘s baby photos with no content is hilarious. (Also possibly could be how Julie reacts when she randomly see the pictures)

Good morning/afternoon/night for whatever time it is when you read this! :)))

Box stuff (which is somehow not about boxes anymore idk how we got here lmfao):

1. Yes I love that! Maybe when she and Luke argue he gets like. Really mad. So he storms off up to his room and if he’s in a really bad temper he does Classic Teenage Boy Angsty Stuff and knocks things over and messes up his room. So Emily calls Alex to A) sort Luke’s room out because there’s no way he’d let her in there to help right then and B) to calm him down

Omggg I love that so much, like mother-son-bonding time between Alex and Emily 🥺 I imagine it like you said, they make food and then clean, and they’re basically just talking the entire time as if they’re close friends or really mother and son - like Alex will tell Emily about school and any drama that’s going on at the time, or he’ll complain about someone being nasty to him, and Emily will tell him stories from when she was younger or “you’ll never believe what Helen from down the road has been up to!” And they’re super close and know pretty much everything about each other omg yes

Omg omg ok now you’ve said that - back to the AU where they could give Bobby a sign and then still join Julie, what if they had the choice of people to give a sign? Like they could have chosen Bobby, Luke’s parents, Alex’s parents, Reggie’s parents, or any other people they were close (or not close) to. But they could only choose one for whatever reason and they all had to pick the same one, so they’re between Bobby and Luke’s parents and they can’t make a decision because either way someone is going to miss out on hearing from the boys ever again and it breaks their hearts either way

Ok so I listened to the song and first of all ouch. I think I remembering hearing it like a few years ago but it hits different now. And I can totally see it being about that if the lyrics are switched around and it hurts. But also I couldn’t help thinking of how perfectly it fits Julie (won’t lie, I was/am literally sobbing while thinking about this) so that made me think that after Unsaid Emily happens Julie and actually goes back and she and Emily become really close (we might have already said this? Idk there’s been so many posts now 😂) and this song is playing on the radio one day and they listen and they share their grief with each other and it’s beautiful and emotional and then Julie learns the song and I’m gonna stop before I make myself cry again

3. Lmaoooo thats amazing I love it. Alex talking to himself while baking is everything. And he sometimes straight up ignores the recipe book kind of like you said he’ll be reading it then just go “that doesn’t make any sense and it won’t work so bye bye Mr Recipe Book I think I can do this myself” and he literally just chucks it across the room and Luke and Reggie just look at each other like Oh God.

Board games and jam:

1. Omg yes exactly. Luke finally isn’t on edge anymore and he relaxes but Alex is just like bitch you thought and throws one and it strikes him right in the middle of the forehead

Alex’s weapon of choice is his drumsticks. Reggie accuses him of being suspicious and Alex just readies the sticks slowly and Reggie hides behind Julie apologising over and over again bc he saw what happened to Luke and is slightly scared of Alex now. Him using them on Caleb has me screaming I love that so much - it’s just like Caleb being in the middle of an evil speech all like “I will have your souls if it’s the last thing I do” and then just gets hit in the face by a drumstick. The camera pans round and we just see Alex getting ready to throw another like a dart.

Among Us

Yes omg that’s perfect lmao, and if Luke says it’s Alex everyone votes for him without questioning it so Alex spends the rest of his time as a ghost just terrorising Luke and not bothering to sabotage anyone or anything else

YES the one time Willie did kill Alex, Alex got really offended and wouldn’t speak to him for an entire day so Willie vowed never to do it again. Also I love how that means that no matter who’s the imposter Luke is the first to die - he’s terrible at imposter because people know that if he isn’t the first out then he’s the one doing the killing

Accessories - I FORGOT THERE WAS A COWBOY HAT yes omg you’re right that’s Reggie’s. And Carlos would definitely have the paper bag - he thinks it makes him look sneaky and he loves it

Flynn being competitive is everything - she gets loud and angry if she thinks a rule has been broken, literally she’ll snatch the rules from Alex and point them out to show she’s right. If a decision is taking too long to be reached she’ll just roll her eyes and take the money and give it to whoever she thinks is right. Alex just looks around like “I’m pretty sure this is my job??” but Flynn’s just like “don’t care, let’s get on with this.”

And I love that absjdldl like

Alex: Willie won his ten thousand dollars fair and square.

Flynn: Prove it.

Alex: No.

Yeah same lmao it’s been years since I played monopoly because it just causes arguments between me and my sisters but I think you’re right about the cards?? I honestly don’t know, but Flynn does and she’s great at magically choosing good ones lol. She just has a stash of get out of jail free cards (Alex: Are you sure there’s really that many of those in the deck? Flynn: *hiding literally hundreds of get out of jail free cards behind her back* Excuse me, are you accusing me of cheating?)

Yessss lmao like Reggie is doing his best to avoid him but whenever he like opens a door or something Luke is on the other side like 🥺 and so Reggie just shuts the door in his face and walks away again

Numbers:

2. Awww wait that’s adorable, like Alex trying to stay furious but Willie laughing just makes him unable to stay angry so he tries to look angry but it’s obvious that he isn’t and the whole effect is ruined but he still makes Reggie and Luke get him a new hoodie or at least fix the old one

Yay, great!! I didn’t like Arthur to begin with either but he’s one of my favourites now. Maybe he’ll grow on you like he did for me :)

Exactly lmao like Luke is about to do something dumb and call himself a hero meanwhile Alex is in the background working his magic to save his life like “I couldn’t have got a less stupid prince to be forever connected to huh?”

6. I love that, just Alex so entranced and literally breaking inside because omg cute boy hair flip omg help but Bobby just nudges him and he’s like oh yeah I’m in front of my friends I’ve gotta seem cool (even though they definitely know he isn’t) or if he’s really stuck then yep the slap does the trick and Alex is a little more annoyed but at least he isn’t just gawking at Willie 😂

Literally they’re just like “bro we know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare. Literally we’ll be back in 25 years don’t worry”. And honestly I really might write it after I’ve done everything else or maybe I’ll save it until I officially finish school so I can focus on it completely bc honestly if I do it I want it to be the best it can it deserves it 😂

8. Ok so this goddamn tangent omg. It also works perfectly for Julie and the Phantoms but I’m going to focus on Sunset Curve bc like you said Bobby being lost without them it’s just like yeah ok.

They are literally the perfect recipe for a band or even just a group of friends. You’re so right that their strengths compliment each other because they’re all good at different things and they all bring so much to each other.

Luke - within the band, he’s their lead singer, their frontman, kind of the main attraction. His strengths lie in writing, singing, and guitar and that’s what he’s got the most control over in the band. He makes sure they have great material so they can sound amazing. Within their friend group, his strengths are mainly with building the others up, encouraging them and believing in them (see the whole “we’re the only family we’re ever gonna need” and “Alex you’re a great drummer and a great guy” and “dude you’re like a human wrecking ball” etc). He knows how to make his boys happier and he only ever sees the best in them. He’s protective and kind and a lot of other things too, but he’s best at being positive.

Reggie - within the band, Reggie obviously plays bass and does backing vocals. I can’t stress how underrated he is - it’s hard to hear the bassline a lot of the time but it’s the sort of thing you’d still notice if it wasn’t there. He’s an integral part of the band and it wouldn’t be the same without him. Also I’ve made a post about this in the past but his vocal range is insane. The guy can sing. His backing vocals honestly are so amazing (especially Finally Free (and obviously Now or Never and Stand Tall solos)) and he deserves more credit. Not only that but his stage presence is phenomenal. In every performance he is so into it, way more than everyone else. He bounces around, he interacts with the audience, he spins and jumps and one minutes he’s on one side of the stage and the next he’s on the other. Reggie provides the show, he hypes up the audience, he ensures everyone is having a good time because HE is having a good time. In the friend group, he serves to make people happy in a different way to Luke. He’s a literal ray of sunshine, he cracks jokes, he smiles, he gets rid of bad feelings before his friends have a chance to feel them. He provides the joy and the distraction.

Alex - the drummer is such an important part of any band. He keeps time and they would literally fall apart without him. He’s at risk of being overlooked a lot because he’s at the back of the stage and can’t move, but he’s so passionate about it all that he still captivates peoples attention. Still he is more of a background part, but like with Reggie it would be obvious if he was missing. As part of the friend group, Alex is the most sensible. Yeah, he still lets them do dumb shit and he joins in, 100% but he stops them from going too far. He makes sure everyone is safe and is the one to stop bad decisions being made. Alex provides safety and comfort and is there for protection.

Bobby - as a rhythm guitarist he is also another really important part that goes overlooked as well. We don’t get to see him play much in the show so it’s hard to say too much about his role in the band as a whole, but he does add that extra little something - sure, they could probably have the band without him, but it wouldn’t be the same. There would be something missing or not quite right, a gap that would need filling because it wouldn’t have that complete, full sound. As we’ve discussed before, Bobby is like the group’s counsellor. He’s there to listen to their problems, to help them through it, to listen and understand what they’re going through. Bobby provides a listening ear and somebody to talk to when things are difficult.

So all their strengths match because they’re all different and they all pull together to make one functioning band.

But then when three of them are gone, Bobby is left all alone. He doesn’t have Luke there anymore he reassure him and tell him everything is going to be fine and that he’s strong enough to get through it; he doesn’t have Reggie there to say something - anything - and make him smile just for the sake of smiling; he doesn’t have Alex there to stop him from doing something stupid (like stealing their music or doing any number of reckless things he could have done over the years); and he can’t take his own advice and move on without all of them there to help him through it. It could have been any member of Sunset Curve who was left behind that night, but no matter what they would have fallen apart because all they ever needed was each other and without that they lose all ability to function.

11. Lmao yes he managed to meet a load of celebrities because he would go to a lot of concerts and meet them but he just wouldn’t think to explain that when he told people so they didn’t think he was telling the truth

(And the Billy Joel concert was at Shea Stadium which according to Google actually took place in 2008 but it was really really good)

17. Lmao he definitely has Nick’s baby pictures. When they eventually find out that Caleb is possessing Nick, Reggie dedicates a page to Nick in his Caleb scrapbook because technically they were the same person for a while and that’s where the baby photos go

Yessssss that’s brilliant. The real reason Reggie doesn’t get to Stand Tall until after Alex is because he tugged on Caleb’s sleeve first and was like “real quick I need your baby photos. You can give them to me whenever” then he poofs out. He has his priorities in order

lol yes “take his soul but protect” is perfect. And like kinda the same for all of them? I do desperately want Caleb to end up good because like you just know that he would do anything to keep Alex, Reggie, Luke, Willie, and probably Julie (he’d really respect her because of her power and also everyone loves Julie) happy

Literally, Reggie could walk into the White House and ask to be president and anyone except Trump would be out of their chair in an instant like yes sir you run the country now thank you. He could announce his plans for world domination and all the leaders of other countries would just be like “sounds like a good plan boss”

19. I love that, like the alliances start as Alex and Willie, Reggie and Luke, Julie and Carlos but over time Alex and Willie turn on each other and use any opportunity for attack, Reggie and Luke start arguing because one of them accidentally got the other, and right from the start Carlos is pelting Julie with snowballs over and over again so they very quickly divide into the absolutely perfect dream teams you said!!

20. Exactly!! Like I don’t watch all the behind the scenes and the only time I really find anything out about the cast is scrolling through Instagram every other day or on here, but still everything I’ve seen of them together shows that they’re basically a little family. And like you said they all have so much chemistry on screen, their dynamics are so beautifully built and the best part is that there are not bad actors! I won’t lie, like there’s time from all of them when the acting isn’t perfect but that’s the same with any actor or actress and overall they do incredibly

!!!!!!!! Exactly!!!!!! You’re so right, and anyone who is against Willie is A) probably racist and B) completely ignoring what happens on screen even though it’s all obvious and they’re literally just choosing to believe he’s a bad guy smh

Thank you!! I’ve seen those theories too and I do like them but I just don’t think Caleb would be so into the whole soul-stealing thing if it was for somebody else and not for him which is why I think it’d be better if he turned nice (or turned nice, completed his unfinished business, handed over the HGC to Willie and crossed over). And yeah like you said I think once you add Caleb’s boss that’s just too many evil people. Id rather give everyone whos meant to be an antagonist (Caleb, Carrie, Trevor) character development or redemption arcs than add yet another villain

Oh yes definitely add Reggie to that list!!!

Honestly the Luke and Flynn friendship might deserve a post of its own 😂 I’ve already done one long tangent and I think this could be longer so I might do the whole thing separately lmao. but YES lmao if you mess with Julie you’d better watch out bc Flynn and Luke would be on their way with weapons. Alex solving the argument like that is everything lmaooo

21. OMG yes you’re so right. Let Alex Mercer Punch Cops 2k21!!!!! 100% that is what happens, absolutely no argument there

Ajsbdkskd yeah I love that for me, Alex gets in trouble so it must be arson. But yeah I actually like yours better, Reggie and Luke would be the ones to casually set stuff on fire. I feel like Alex would try to put it out but accidentally make it worse and Bobby would just be watching and quietly enjoying himself thinking the entire thing is hilarious. Yessss omg Sunset Curve graffiti all over Hollywood with the caption “Tell Your Friends” and it ends up being how they get most of their recognition and sell tickets to gigs and stuff. And yeah lmao plus he’s invisible he literally can’t be caught 😂😂

25. Oh yeah Carrie would be the first to do it like even though she can’t see Willie she’d be all up in his face laying down the rules

Right??? Their friendship has so much potential and way better than romantic (and that’s not just because I think Carrie is a lesbian, although she definitely is and that’s definitely a part of it lmfao). Honestly Carrie figuring out Nick being Caleb would really be glorious. Like, she asks him again to get back together with her but he has said no so many times by now that’s she’s expecting him to say no again, but Caleb thinks it could be a way to get Julie jealous and aid his plan so he says yes and Carrie is immediately like nope something is off.

26. He so would. He’d have a mental list of everything that makes Alex lose his mind and he’d make sure to do everything on it at least once a day

32. Wait that’s so cute 🥺😂 Reggie just getting distracted and wandering away and the park ranger being like ok first here have a sticker and second let’s go find your friends. Reggie immediately befriends the park ranger and makes sure to come back with a batch of cookies Alex made as a thank you bc he would not have made it out of there if the ranger hadn’t found him

37. Yeah lmao Reggie tried his hardest but just. Failed miserably. Lmao I love that detail of him completely changing somethings colour and Alex and Luke just being like wtf how did you do that. In the two minutes someone wasn’t watching him Luke managed to put his arm in a candle. Candles are now banned from the studio. Lmao if it happened while they were ghosts then Julie and Alex and Reggie would have just been talking then they’d hear a panicked “JULIE HELP” and turn round to see Luke on fire

Lmao Julie sees the queen’s baby photos and is like “why do you have some random old baby in this scrapbook?” and Reggie is just like “oh that’s the queen” and Julie is the first person who’s ever believed him without an explanation

[miracles-totally-come-true]

Ok ok ok ok ok so.

I saw this post from @princeymust-slay a while back while scrolling through the roloceit tag, and I loved the concept and absolutely had to draw something based off of that. And since I’m an impulse dumbass, I immediately started working on a drawing that would of course end up taking over fourteen hours to finish, and yet I still feel like I could have done better lol.

I don’t know if the original post was meant to be for a fic based around the three of them falling for each other or already being in an established relationship but of course, I’ve got a couple headcanons for the established relationship end of this au becasuse Roloceit owns my soul:

Whenever Janus is out in the garden with Roman and no one else is around, he’ll challenge the prince to a duel with sticks instead of swords. Roman loses every time no matter what

Sometimes in the evenings when Roman isn’t busy, he climbs up the castle wall to a library window with the help of the vines he planted when he just started working in the gardens. Logan is always there to open the window and let him in, and then they spend the night studying different topics. Well, Logan tries to study, and Roman just finds books of fairytales and reads them in a very dramatic voice.

Sometimes if they’re lucky, Janus is able to sneak down to them.

The guard who finds them is very confused to see the prince, the gardener, and the librarian curled up and cuddling in a pile of books, but Virgil never tells on them, he simply smiles, and wakes them up so they can all go back to their own rooms without any of the other castle staff finding out

Janus and Logan pretend to not like the cuddling, because it’s “bound to ruin their clothes”, but Roman insists and they can’t help but give in to their boyfriend’s pleading smiles

Janus will walk down to the library for what he tells everyone is the sole purpose of studying, but he really just feels lonely and wants to spend time with the resident nerd

Logan loves spending time with his dramatic boyfriends but also w h y w o n t y o u t w o j u s t l e t m e w o r k i h a v e a j o b t o d o

They have little picnics in the castle gardens in secluded spots where no one else would find them

If anyone ever does catch them, Janus suggests that the person who found them simply didn’t see anything because they value their job so much

Roman constantly tries to fight any insect that comes near them when they’re in the gardens, Logan has to hold him back while Janus dies of laughter

Roman gets accused of only being after Janus for his wealth and power and immediately tries to distance himself from the rest of the world because he’s very insecure and he loves Janus so much how could anyone say that and Roman couldn’t care less about Janus’ status. It’s a full day before Janus and Logan are able to find Roman and comfort him, he was sitting under the weeping willows by the creek. They have a very impromptu picnic in which there’s so many hugs and tears that it barely qualifies as a picnic anymore and is mostly just them cuddling and comforting each other.

Roman has zero braincells and Logan constantly has to stop him from doing stupid things that’ll get him injured. Janus finds it hilarious

Roman is unsurprisingly terrible at cooking, but he tries and sometimes he even makes stuff that’s edible! Logan and Janus always eat the food he makes no matter what cause he’s trying so hard

Once they decided to all bake together and that was a disaster

Janus had never even set foot in a kitchen before, Roman had no idea what he was doing, and Logan insisted on making the measurements so precise that it started an argument that ended with the three of them covered in flour, laughing their asses off.

Logan says he doesn’t smile, but anyone who happened to be looking in Logan’s direction when he met Janus will tell you that they’ve never seen someone’s face light up so much

Logan had been lead into the throne room where Janus and his father were, it was Logan’s first day working in the library and he was supposed to be given a simple tour that included meeting the king and the prince, their first meeting lasted only thirty seconds but ten minutes later Janus tracked Logan down to kiss the back of his hand and whisper into Logan’s ear how much he was looking forward to being friends. Logan turned redder than a cherry

Once, Roman was determined to take his boyfriends across the creek so they could pick flowers. Janus refused to come in fear of his nice clothes getting soaked. Roman ended up carrying him bridal style across the water.

On the way back Roman dunked Janus into the water because “you need to lighten up, your highness!” Roman got dragged down into the water a couple seconds later.

There’s a little archway covered in roses that Logan loves to read under because it reminds him of Roman

Roman figured out that he could climb up to Janus’s window and then after that the long nights of cuddling increased tenfold

Ok I should stop now before I spend all day writing down headcanons, but oh my god I love Roloceit so much and there’s never enough content of that ship so here’s my rambling for the day.

Oh and please, call me out if you see any inconsistencies and/or errors!

Btw, this au is not mine! Just thought I should say that again, just in case!

[ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia]

You Were Never Mine

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Pairing: Denki Kaminari x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k+

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Denki has been in love with you for eleven years. That’s a long time to be in love with someone who doesn’t love you back

Warnings: some language, angst, fluff (FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALICS)

Author’s Note: This was originally going to be so so much longer, but I’m not gonna lie, I got really bored with it, but who knows? maybe I’ll finish it eventually who knows? Also, i’m kind of really mad at how this ended but whatever i hope ya’ll enjoy

Denki was used to feeling like someone was sitting on his chest, like there was a weight sitting on his lungs whenever you walked into the room. After all, he had been feeling this way about you for a very long time. Denki had been in love with you since your second year at U.A., and to this day, he was still head-over-heels for you. You two had grown up together, you had been best friends since you were both little five year olds. You were his rock, his best friend in the whole universe. 

He remembered how his heart would race whenever you walked in the room, your smile so bright it made his head spin. You always made him feel so amazing, it was like there was a hole in his life that only you could fill. But by the time he realized he had fallen for you, it was too late. 

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When Denki woke up that April morning, he only had one thing on his mind. You. Well, you occupied his thoughts most days, but today was special. He hurried through his morning routine, throwing on his uniform and hurrying down to breakfast, practically scarfing his food down he was so excited. 

After he finished eating, he shouldered his bag and booked it towards the door. Denki hurried down the stairs of Heights Alliance, his heart buzzing. Today was the day. He was finally going to tell you how he felt. He could practically feel the electricity buzzing all over his body, not from his quirk, but from the pure adrenaline. 

Denki sprinted to the building, not even bothering to stop and mess with Bakugou that morning, and he didn’t even stop to fist bump Sero like he usually did. He just kept running, a shit-eating grin coloring his face. He couldn’t wait to see you, to throw his arms around you and tell you what he felt. He loved you, and all he wanted was for you to know. 

He saw you when he turned the corner, and his heart dropped to his feet when he saw who you were with. 

Kirishima’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder, and you were laughing, your cheeks flushed a bright pink as he leaned down and kissed you. Denki felt sick, his happiness slowly dissipating and settling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t blame Kirishima for asking you out, you were beautiful, smart, and sweet, what more could anyone want? You were perfect. 

It wasn’t like he could be mad at Kirishima either. Denki hadn’t told anyone how he felt about you, because he wanted you to be the first to know. But now, he was wishing he had said something a lot sooner as you turned around to look at him, your eyes bright with happiness, and he felt a fist squeeze around his heart as you started back towards him, his best friend’s fingers intertwined with yours. Denki forced a smile onto his face, even though he knew you would be able to see through it. 

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Denki asked, trying and failing to keep his voice normal, and he cringed when his voice wobbled, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“Nothing much….. Except Eijirou asked me out yesterday!” you said excitedly, and every word cut at his heart like tiny daggers. He wanted to scream, but you looked so damn happy, and he kept his mouth shut, trying to will himself to calmly answer you.

“That’s awesome!” he lied, faking a smile. “I’m so happy for you!” Your face lit up like a Christmas tree, shining so bright he thought he would go blind. In that moment, Denki knew that he would swallow his feelings for the rest of his life just to see you that happy, he would do anything to keep that perfect smile on your face. He would do anything to make you happy. 

And as he watched you walk towards Mina behind him, hand in hand with Kirishima, he knew he’d never be able to get over you. He was in too deep.

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“Hey bro,” Kirishima called from behind Denki, “Hold up!”

Denki turned around to his best friend, standing there in his hero gear, grinning at him as he made his way over. 

“Hey man, what’s up?” he asked, grinning back at his friend as Kirishima clapped a hand on his shoulder. 

“Well, Y/N and I were wondering if you would come over for dinner? It’s been a while, and we both miss you. And, well, Maeko has definitely been missing you the most.” Kirishima laughed, and Denki joined in, thinking of the little girl, how her eyes always lit up when she saw her ‘Uncle Denki’. He tried to steer clear of the thoughts of you, but that was inevitable. You were his best friend, and married to his other best friend, with a daughter (who just happened to be Denki’s goddaughter). Denki eyed the ring on his friend’s hand, trying to swallow the jealousy in his heart.

“Yeah, of course I’ll come over for dinner man, I couldn’t leave little Maeko hanging!” Denki grinned at Kirishima, who gave him a shark-toothed grin in return.

“Okay, well is six-thirty okay?”

“Yeah, dude I’ll be there,” Denki assured him, and they parted after a quick bro hug. Denki started towards his apartment, it wasn’t too far from the Ground Zero agency, where he had been working since Bakugou started it, along with Kiri and Hanta. The four of them had stuck together after school and worked together (even though Bakugou would never admit that they had all done it together) to build the agency, staying up late for weeks, annoying the crap out of Y/N and Bakugou’s wife Fumiko. It was kind of hilarious, the two of them getting browbeaten by their wives while Hanta and Denki watched, losing their shit. 

For a while, he and Hanta had bonded over the fact that they were single together, until up to about a year ago, when Hanta met a cute girl in a bar and hit it off with her, therefore leaving Denki to be the only single left in their friend group. But Denki couldn’t bring himself to move on from you, even though he knew he should, and everyone around him was moving forwards in their lives, getting married, buying houses, having kids, but he was stuck. He just couldn’t get over you. Hanta, the only person who knew about his love for his best friend, thanks to one drunk night where he spilled a bunch of shit he’d been keeping in, had been trying to get him to get over you for years. Especially after he met Mayumi, and she moved in with them.

Denki unlocked the apartment door, and was met with laughter, and the smell of takeout.

“Hey man!” Hanta called from the living room, peeking his head around the corner, his signature grin lighting up his face. “Me and Mayumi are eating, there’s some on the counter if you want it!” 

“Thanks bro, but Eijirou asked me to come over for dinner, so I’m gonna change and head over there,” Denki said, smiling over at his friend. 

“You sure you don’t want to eat anything?” Mayumi said, coming out of the living room and heading to the kitchen, her dress swishing around her knees as she walked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. They’ll probably have something edible, even though neither of them can cook.” All three of them laughed, and Denki made his way over to his bedroom, taking off his headset and opening the door, shedding off pieces of his costume and changing into some jeans and a t-shirt, before flopping down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself to see you. He did his best to avoid the happy couple, but it had gotten harder after Maeko had been born, and he fell in love with the little sweet baby girl. Since then, he had spent quite a bit of time at your house, hanging out with Maeko, and having conversations with you in the kitchen when she (occasionally) napped. It was nice to be with you, when he could pretend you were his wife, that Maeko was his daughter, even if he knew it was sad, pathetic.

Ugh, he thought, rolling over and staring at the time on his phone. I better get going if I’m going to get there by six-thirty. Denki rolled out of the bed, making his way to the front of the apartment, waving at Hanta and Mayumi, who were now cuddled up on the couch, their limbs intertwined. 

“See you later Denki!” Mayumi called, and Hanta waved. 

“We’ll leave the door unlocked for you man,” Hanta yelled.

“Okay, see you guys in a little bit! Don’t do anything nasty on my couch!” Denki hollered over his shoulder, grinning back at them. 

“Well, now we’re going to, thanks for the suggestion!” Hanta laughed, and Denki heard Mayumi protest, flustered, and he could practically see her, covering her bright red face with her hands. He grinned, and closed the door, stepping out into the cool evening air, letting the breeze wash over him as he breathed in the smells of the city. He hailed a taxi on the curb, and headed for the Kirishima residence, watching the world pass by out the window. 

“We’re here bud,” the cabi said, turning around to smile at Denki, who passed him a handful of yen, smiling back and thanking the cabi for driving him there. Denki climbed out of the car, brushed off his pants, and headed towards the door. He takes a deep breath, and tries to calm his heart, which was racing at the thought of seeing you. He rang the doorbell, and he could hear little feet running across the floorboards, yelling excitedly. Denki smiled as the door creaked open, revealing little Maeko, grinning widely at him. 

“Uncle Denki!” she screeched, jumping into his arms, and he caught her and spun her around, earning a bubbly laugh from the girl, her black hair flying around her. She threw her arms around his neck, and squeezed tight. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Little Rockstar,” he mumbled, holding her close.

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The day Maeko was born Denki cried. 

“Do you want to hold her?” you had asked, looking exhausted. Denki nodded, his smile so wide, and Kirishima handed the little pink bundle over. Denki settled her head into the crook of his arm, and stared at the tiny baby in wonder. He must have sat like that with her for an hour, just holding her, watching her face twitch as she dreamed, her little eyebrows furrowing every so often. Even though he wasn’t her father, he wasn’t even her biological uncle, something inside him knew he would do anything for this little girl. He would be the best damn uncle anyone had ever had, that was for sure. 

“What’s her name?” Denki asked, watching the little baby move, barely sparing the two of you a glance, entranced by the little girl in his arms. 

“Maeko,” Kirishima said, his eyes welled up with tears at the sight of his best friend and his daughter. 

“It was my grandmother’s name,” you said quietly, reaching over to hold your husband’s hand as the two of you watched Denki smiling down at the baby.

“Maeko,” Denki breathed, smiling warmly at her, his eyes slowly welling up with tears. He had never been so happy in his life, and now here he was, already so in love with a child that wasn’t even his. Maeko stirred, and opened her eyes slowly, peering up at him. Denki froze when he saw the color of her eyes. Those were your eyes, captured perfectly on this little baby’s face. Maeko stared at him, and even though he knew she couldn’t see him (he had spent a lot of time with you in your house pouring over baby books), he couldn’t help but smile so wide at her, pulling her close and kissing the tip of her nose. 

Maeko looked startled for a moment, but scooched into the warmth of Denki’s chest, and nothing could stop the tears in his eyes from falling. 

In that moment, he promised himself that he would always, always be there for this little baby girl, no matter what.

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“I’m not little! I’m four now! I’m almost a grown-up!” she protests, and he laughs, and carries her inside as she babbles about what had happened in the time they hadn’t seen each other.

“Denki!” your head popped out from the kitchen, your face lit up in a smile. “How’ve you been?” 

“I’m good, you?” he answered, setting Maeko down and pulling you into a hug. 

“Pretty good, we missed you,” you said, hugging him tight, as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo and the smell of dinner wafting in from the kitchen. 

“Missed you too,” he smiles down at you as you pull away, and Kirishima comes out of the kitchen, wearing an apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’, that was covered in splatters (most likely from the disaster of a meal that you two were attempting to cook up). 

“Hey man, Maeko has been bouncing around since I told her you were coming,” he laughed, grinning over at Denki. 

“Hey bro, long time no see,” Denki jokes, and Maeko pulls on his sleeve, motioning for him to bend down. He bends down next to her, and she leans to whisper in his ear. 

“Momma and Daddy are trying to make katsudon, but it looks bad. They almost blew up our kitchen!” she giggles, and he laughs quietly along with her, her parents watching them with smiles on their faces. 

“Sometimes, I swear I think she likes him more than us!” you say to your husband, laughing lightly. 

“No kidding, that girl gets more excited to see him than she does to see us when we get home from work!” Kirishima laughed along with you, and Denki looked up at them, laughing together, and felt a pang in his chest. He shook it off, turning back to Maeko and smiling at her, and she grinned back, her eyes shining. He winked, and stood up. 

“Anywho, Maeko tells me that we’re having katsudon?” he asks, hoping that he can be spared from his friends’ cooking. 

“Well….” you start, grimacing. 

“I fucked up the rice,” Kirishima states, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smacked his arm, giving him a look. “Language, Eiji.”

“I messed up the rice,” Kirishima amended, and looked back at you, smiling. “Better?”

“Yes,” you said, and turned back to Denki. “And I messed up the pork, soo……” 

“We ordered takeout!” Kirishima grins, and Maeko cheers before running around in a circle, bouncing up and down.

“Well, okay then!” Denki laughs, and watches Maeko bounce around, a smile on his face. 

The three of them made their way into the kitchen, Maeko bounding off to her room to grab her doll to show Denki (for the millionth time this month).

“So, Denki, how’s the love life?” you prompted, wiggling your eyebrows at him, your eyes playful.

“You know, nonexistent,” he said nonchalantly, grinning at the happy couple, who were standing by the stove (and the ruined katsudon), with Kirishima’s arm around your shoulder, and your’s around his waist. Another dull pang hit him, but he ignored it, something he had gotten so much better at after being around the two of you so much. 

You frowned at him, and smacked his arm lightly, giving him a look. “You really should meet someone, Denki. You deserve to be happy,” you say, your eyes softening as she smiled up at him. Denki shrugged and smiled back, trying to calm the racing of his heart beat. 

“Momma! The food’s here!” Maeko yells, running into the room, bouncing around. It was a wonder this child didn’t run out of energy. Denki laughed, and went to help Kirishima grab the food, as Maeko ran into your arms, and you carried her to the table, laughing. 

Denki watched the happy family walk towards the table, setting up the food and breaking apart chopsticks, laughing as Maeko put them in her mouth like tusks. Another pang went through his chest, like an arrow through his heart, and the want, the need to be with you, to be a part of your family, physically hurts him, and for a moment he can’t breathe. He remembers all those years ago when he really realized he loved you, the day he knew that he would never be able to love anyone else.

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“Denki, are you listening?” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. 

“Huh?” he said, looking over at your laughing face, your smile bright. You two were sitting on his balcony after curfew, having your weekly late night get together. This had been your and Denki’s tradition since you were little and were neighbors, and would look out your windows at each other and talk until late in the night about your days. 

“I swear, Kami, sometimes it’s like you’re in your own world,” you laughed, and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I asked you if you were alright.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he questioned, trying to keep you from seeing what he was feeling by goofing around, his most effective method of distraction. Unfortunately, you saw right through it, as always.

“Denki, you know I’m here for you right? You’re my best friend, and you’re always there for me no matter what happens, so why do you doubt that I won’t be there for you?”

“I swear I’m fine, Y/N, you don’t have to worry,” he said, by flashing a smile at you that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Your eyes were full of sadness, and he hated that he was the one causing it. “I’m okay.”

“But I know you’re not. Denki, you do remember that I love you right? We’ve known each other since we were five years old, and you’ve always stuck by me. And you have been so sad lately, and I just want you to be alright. I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You haven’t been yourself since…..” Since Mina had gone missing, and it had been all his fault. And even though she was back safe and sound, the guilt was still eating him alive. Everyone joked that he was the idiot of class 2A, but now he knew he really was; the most terrible, horrible idiotic friend for letting one of his best friends be captured. He really was an idiot.

You cleared your throat, and continued. “No one thinks it’s your fault, Denki. Not Mina, not Aizawa, not Katsu, not Kiri, not Sero, and not me either. It was not your fault.”

“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make me feel  any better. I’m the idiot that let Mina get captured. I was right there Y/N! I could have saved her!” he cried, and tears started slipping down his face, and he wiped them away furiously. “Goddammit! I could have saved her, it’s all my fault.” With those words, he broke down sobbing, curling into himself, shuddering as the sobs racked his body. 

“Denki, no,” you whispered, and you pulled him close, smoothing his hair and holding him as he sobbed into your arms. “You are not an idiot Denki. You are the most amazing person I know, and it makes me so sad that you think you’re anything less than the smart, amazing hero you are. I love you so much, Denki. Never forget that.”

As you held him, he let himself relax in your arms, breathing in the scent of your detergent and perfume. He had never felt more at home with another person, not with his other friends, or his big brother, and definitely not his parents. You were his home, and he could never be happy without you with him. It was that moment when it clicked in his brain. 

He loved you.

In that moment he wanted to sing it from the rooftops, he wanted to scream it at anyone who would listen, he wanted everyone to know what he was feeling, but he bit his tongue. You told him you loved him all the time, but how did you mean it? Did you see him like a brother? Or did you love him the way he wanted you too? 

In that short, neverending moment, it didn’t really matter how you loved him. He knew he loved you, and he couldn’t wait to tell you.

Little did he know, he would never get the chance. 

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That night, Denki laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, letting himself wallow in the sadness that he had been suppressing all night. The sadness was rolling over him in waves, and he was shaking from the sobs he was trying to repress. God, he hated crying. It made him feel weak. He wiped his eyes angrily, taking shaky breaths and trying to calm his raging heartbeat. 

Watching the three of you together always upset him, no matter how long it had been. He wanted nothing more than to be a part of your family, to be your husband, to be the one who got to you first, not Kiri. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t curse himself and wish he had just told you right in the moment he really realized he loved you. He should have just come out with it, should have just told you before he lost his confidence, but no. He waited, for his sake and for yours, he wanted to be sure. But he had never been more sure about anything, for fuck’s sake. 

More angry tears rolled down his face, and he groaned, rolling over onto his side and trying to ignore the jealousy and the anger eating him from the inside. Sometimes he wondered if there was a team of people that lived in his chest, and their sole job was to make him miserable, punching his heart whenever he saw you with Kiri, and then trying to shatter what was left of it with a hammer whenever he was alone. 

After a while, he finally calmed down, and settled in, snuggling under the covers and slowly drifting off. And as he fell asleep, he thought to himself, not for the first time that night, I wish I had told her first, I wish she was mine……

But not everything in life goes the way we want it, and you would never be his.