#they’re incredibly funny. honored that they let me play with them

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

My heart is soooo full of love guys

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: And here comes pt. 3 but you can read it without reading pt. 1 & 2 (but you should because they’re there and begging for your attention). Idk how we got from “Not gonna upload a social media blurb bc my brain is stupid” to “Oh, here is pt. 3 of the social media blurb lol have fun”. I just don’t know but I'm vibing with it. And I'm sorry that those blurbs are always so long but I always get carried away while making them. lolthisnotme is your super secret instagram account! (yes, I was too impatient to wait any longer before putting this one out in the open)

pt. 4 is here

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yourinstagram Thursday Throwback (it’s Thursday, right? Right?!) to March 15 of this year, when the hard and dedicated work of the most important human in my life was finally appreciated by the industry and rewarded for everyone to see. Still, I am so incredibly proud of the achievement of your dream, and I can’t express how grateful I am to walk next to you through the funny thing that we call life. I love you with every atom of my being, H. To more dust collectors for our bookshelves and dining table ❤️

[tagged harrystyles]

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gemmachan The evening was magical ❤️

↳ sophieturner It totally was!

jefezoff It still feels like a dream

↳ mitchrowland It does, right? Where is the trophy standing currently with all the renovations you two started anyway?

↳ yourinstagram It’s now in the kitchen 😂 I may have put a cookie in it by accident 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ pillowpersonpp 😂😂😂

↳ gemmastyles “by accident” *wink wink wink*

↳ hsfan1 Their dynamics 😩❤️

harrystyles In comparison to you, the award is nothing, my darling love. You are my dream come true - you and our little bean. I love you two with everything I have x H.

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↳ yourfan1 Get yourself a man like Harry Styles.

↳ yourinstagram I told you to quit making me cry! You know I can’t stop for the next 30 minutes, and we wanted to go to Starbucks because they have the new banana split thingy, and I’m craving banana. And now we can’t go because I’m an ugly, swollen, and red mess 😭

↳ harrystyles You are a goddess, darling. I’m constantly in utter awe.

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↳ yourinstagram H 🥺❤️

↳ hsfan2 your honor, that’s why I’m gonna die alone and with a bunch of cats.

↳ hsfan3 Alexa, where do I find a man as perfect as Harry Styles?

↳ ynandharry Alexa, play Forever Alone by Smash Into Pieces

↳ yourfan2 Anne Twist raised the perfect man and let my standards in men skyrocket.

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chrisevans Could you please stop spreading so much joy and happiness? Think of all the single people who are following you! Like me! 🥲 (Just kiddin’, bee. You know that, I know, but I have to put a disclaimer under that before someone is coming for you - or me.)

↳ marvelbunch I’m still single, Mr Evans, sir 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ yourinstagram You are aware of the fact that Lizzy is still single? *wink wink*

↳ lizolsen You are aware of the fact that I can read?

↳ yourinstagram …ooops.

↳ yourfan3 😂😂😂

↳ chrisevans Oh lord. Harry, take her phone away, now!

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harrystyles Tending to my crying girl because the barista told her that the Banana Split beverage is launching tomorrow (not today), and the stuff is still deep frozen. Got her usual favorites instead, hoping she would stop crying. Does anyone have some tricks up their sleeves I can learn? I hate to see her cry.

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yourinstagram Love, did you mix something up?

↳ harrystyles … oh.

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↳ yourinstagram Oh, love 😂❤️ Thanks for distracting me from the banana incident 😘

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↳ hsfan1 I don’t think he wanted to post it here 😂

↳ hsfan2 wait, does this mean Harry owns another account????

↳ yourfan1 Who doesn’t nowadays?

paulrudd Getting her usual favorites was the right call, man! Do you tend to her cravings?

↳ harrystyles I do! Do I? yourinstagram

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↳ yourinstagram He does a perfect job with that ❤️

↳ paulrudd Well, then you’re good to go. Pregnancy hormones are just a nasty piece of 💩

↳ yourinstagram No shit, Sherlock. He had to deal with my uncontrollable sobs over a freaking decafed Banana Split Frappuccino - more like over its non-existence until tomorrow morning.

hsfan3 Harry is already the perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be dad, he will be the perfect husband and the perfect dad 🥹

chrishemsworth Do whatever she wants or needs, and everything is good

↳ marvelbunch Chris knows what he is talking about! Just like Paul. Harry is in good hands 🙏🏽

jefezoff He only is allowed to use the gram while being under adult advisory from now on.

↳ yourinstagram Guess, that’s my duty calling

↳ jefezoff Ha, good one.

↳ yourinstagram 😦😦😦

↳ yourinstagram the betrayal. The audacity.

↳ jefezoff Whatever.

↳ ynandharry Jeff is like the dad of the group, and he is already so done with it 😂

yourinstagram Ever since taking that pregnancy test - well, more like before that fateful evening - Dorothy is even more clingy than usual. Animals must have a sixth sense; that’s the only explanation I can come up with. But I don’t mind because I am, too, more clingy than I already was before all of these hormones went havoc inside my system. And with Harry back at home, we manage just fine. Lots of cuddly nights in with our favorite movies and my favorite purring friend right on top of me because I seemingly need protection from a cat who hates being outside in the garden.

What I wanted to say (before starting to ramble): It is okay to be different than before. It is okay to be more or less intense, more or less touchy, more or less happy or sad. That’s all part of the process, and don’t ever let anyone tell you that your feelings and cravings are wrong or invalid (especially from men). They can just go to hell. Thanks for coming to my couch talk.

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gemmachan 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

pillowpersonpp amen to that (and you look stunning, bestie)

↳ mitchrowland +1 because it’s the truth

annetwist Perfectly said, sweetheart ❤️

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lizolsen 💯

yourfan1 It’s so true! The goddess has spoken!

yourfan2 every man who dares to judge a pregnant human can go to hell.

↳ ynandharry there is a special place down there for such individuals.

hazfan Dot is such a mood

sophieturner that’s my girl ❤️ and pregnancy suits you very well, love

pillowpersonpp H is probably relieved to not feel like the clingy part in the relationship anymore 👀

↳ yourinstagram Believe me, he is even more so than Dot - but I’m the Queen of clinginess from now on.

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↳ harrystyles I love your clinginess, darling x H.

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whoisharry Look. At. Her. God damn it. She is perfection. A radiant goddess who carries my baby, and I still don’t know how it’s universally possible for one human to be this lucky in life or if I deserve it to begin with.

I love you, sunflower. I love you, little bean.

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mitchrowland You deserve every single minute and every single ounce of it, my friend. Always knew you two would be each other’s endgame (but without the dusting before that and the unnecessary goodbyes) ❤️

gemmastyles Like Mitch already said you deserve it, Haz. You deserve every good thing fate has in store for you. The little bean is just the beginning. I can feel it ❤️

niallhoran Harold Harold Harold. Do I need to call your loving girl to tell her to straighten your head?

↳ whoisharry Please don’t. She just fell asleep after a hard time with the damn food 😞

↳ annetwist That is entirely normal, love. Don’t worry too much. Do you still have the tea I sent you?

↳ whoisharry Yeah. She drinks it every morning because it’s the only thing she can stand after the morning sickness (and the night sickness… and the day sickness)

↳ annetwist It will get better within the next weeks ❤️

↳ niallhoran She is a tough peanut, man. She will push through this as she pushed through your shyness to take the first step and say Hello

↳ whoisharry Haha 🙄

lolthisnotme I just woke up, saw this, and now I'm lying in bed, you are peacefully sleeping next to me, and I'm full-on sobbing. I'm gonna kiss you awake to tell you how much I adore you.

lolthisnotme I think I found my preferred lunch for today 🤤

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imsebastianstan Are you holding the pizza, or is the pizza holding you?

↳ lolthisnotme Depends on who you ask 🤓

↳ imsebastianstan So the pizza is holding you, gotcha.

gemmachan Mind if we share?

↳ lolthisnotme Nope. That’s mine. Find your own.

↳ gemmachan Mean.

↳ whoisharry It’s food. Don’t talk to her if you try to steal her food

↳ lolthisnotme Harry is a fast learner 😊

↳ gemmachan I sense a violent story behind that

↳ lolthisnotme 🙂🙂🙂

gemmastyles The toilet will be your best friend after that pizza, remember that.

↳ lolthisnotme I don’t care (I do, but I’m so hungry, heeeeeelp).

↳ whoisharry We could get you a nice sandwich on our way home? With tomato and lettuce and some good cheese ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino?? 🥹🤩

↳ whoisharry And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino if that’s what you want ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme Okay, I don’t want the pizza. Pizza is disgusting. I want sandwich. Can I marry you?

↳ gemmastyles 🥹🥹🥹 My one true paring

↳ mitchrowland Don’t mind us over here. We’re screaming (and I volunteer for best man - Sarah wants to be bridesmaid, thaaaaanks we love youuuuu)

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I hope you enjoyed pt. 3! Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

[vargskelegore]

in honor of one of the best holiday in the coming up, iMAGINE TAKING SHURI HOME FOR THANKSGIVING LIKE “this is my school friend” and everyone is just 🤨🧐 bc the closet is giving glass. taking her on the walk and shuri helping cook and is just overall loved by the readers family

haha ive actually talked about this already!! its such a cute topic

i feel like she’s nervous and confident at the same time to talk to your family?? like, if your family is anything like you, she’s bound to try to make a good first impression just like she did with you in the beginning of the school year.

your family is from the south, so them meals finna HIT boy

when y’all are finally in your home town, you’re probably giving shuri a run down of what not to do at your grandmas house

so...... actually arriving there....

let me tell y’all, your family is STARSTRUCK

probably because the princess of wakanda is in y’alls house

your family is probably really fond of the royal wakandan family, just like you are

“hey, y’all... this is shuri.. she’s my friend.”

its like dead silent at first bc everyone is shocked

until your bold ass cousin yells

“FRIEND, MY ASS!”

which results in him getting hit

but fr, everyone was thinking it.

besides all of that....... shuri is definitely making it into your family

shes literally so helpful

the girl can cook, play video games with your little cousins, sound smart when shes talking about her major, and telling your fast ass aunts that she can definitely let them meet king t’challa (anything to get good with your family 🙄)

shes also hella funny without even trying

so she can make your family laugh for hours

i like to think that all your male cousins are outside talking

and they invite shuri to join them

so when she’s out there with your cousins

they’re asking her questions about if yall are dating, if she likes you, etc

“to be honest.. i really like them. i’m not sure if they’re aware, but i really do. they’re super sweet and really smart, and gosh, incredibly gorgeous, but.. i’m not sure if they like me back, though.” (even tho yall literally kissed multiple times.......)

“dawg, they literally invited you over to our grandma’s house. they’ve never brought a boy over but they brought you home. that’s telling me they like you.”

they’re trying to give her advice :(

for the rest of that day, she’s probably overthinking what your cousins said to her.

this girl is gonna shoot her shot.

[mirrorballtales]

Now that I’ve had two sleeps to absorb TTPD and all 31 songs I think I’m ready to share my thoughts. I think they’re still all over the place. I’m having to separate so many pieces of my sadness, reframe timelines all while trying to not fall to my knees and break down.

Before I go on, I have to say I think this album is definitely for the older fans. I mean obviously it’s for everyone but as someone who understands the lore or as much as we’re let in, and the discography, some songs have a bigger significance so I understand it’s not connecting with everyone. I hope it grows on them. Her fountain and quill pens have always meant so much to me. I cannot imagine the insurmountable pressure she must feel having a random place their existence in her hands. As much as I love her I have to just appreciate the art and interpret it the best way it fits me.

I won’t talk about every song - just the ones I’ve had visceral reactions to.

Fortnight, so when I first heard it Thursday night I started crying. The line “I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come get me.” Before a video was even released all I could think about were my hospital stays. I always joke about them. And all those jokes were funny and riddled with humorous truth. But when the punchline is given, and the laughter dies down, I’m left alone to grieve all that time I lost because of men and boys and people who ruined my life. They made me out to look crazy, like stints in these rooms were going to fix me. Pills I took to forget them just made me want to die. The scars I acquired like trophies are mine to wear like badges of honor. All of that is what I thought with just that line. Then the music video was released. I literally screamed. I saw it and sobbed with a sweltering scream of pain. Seeing myself chained up to a painfully lit room, chained up, drugged up all because I loved. All my life since, I’ve thought I only belong there. Every day, every emotion I’ve had has ruined my life. Ever felt so fucking crazy and no one sees you? That’s what this feels like. But every day. There was something about the way Post Malone hugged Taylor that broke me again. I can’t explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever been held like that. Not as a child. Not as an adult. In that moment I realized I’ve needed a tortured tragic poet hero to come break me out of the asylum. And I’ve waited. I’ve tried escaping but I am pulled back. I think it’s the first time I’ve admitted it to myself I don’t think I can do this myself. But I have no choice and it’s a painful realization that all my life I’ve had to save myself. I’ve been the crazy one in the family. I am the one that isn’t all there. I just want to run to anyone who wants to hold me and tell me they’re getting me out of there. Like I said the song had an incredibly raw and taxing effect on me.

Down Bad, I think this one is really easy for anyone who sits there crying because you’re well, down bad. And it makes you angry. It makes you sad. I think a reel of me being second choice plays in my mind. The boy I like telling me he doesn’t want me. Or the boy telling me I’m nice but there’s better out there. Or begging the guy you love not to leave and him telling you that you’re too much. So he leaves you stranded like he’s doing you a favor. And yeah fuck every single one of them. There’s a petulance saying that. Saying fuck you for not wanting me. Fuck you for not being down bad for me. Fuck you for not doing the all the fighting so you don’t lose me.

So Long, London. It’s track five. I gave all my youth for free. And to have to say goodbye to all of that like it’s my fault? Like it’s my prophecy to be a tragedy.

Fresh Out the Slammer, I’ve lived this song so many times. And then I grew up. I erased the number. Forgot it like my life depended on it but for a while, I knew who’d my first call was too. Then I realized they’d never pick up anyway. I know better.

Guilty as Sin? I’m very guilty. Listen to the way song builds like nirvana. And imagine yourself in it. Alone. I say this a lot but if you read my diary there’s an entry with these lyrics lived out by me. Tell me, you haven’t fantasized. Tell me you don’t recall things you never did. Tell me your body hasn’t longed before but you told yourself to let it stay in a vault. A fantasy where you’ve already done it in your head? I think it actually follows edging to completion. Your mind playing tricks on you, your sheets your only grasp, your chest rising and falling harder and quicker, labored breathing, waves of pleasure crashing into you, words escaping your lips, longing glances into other eyes while yours are closed. It’s a fatal fantasy that takes over you. And you worship it, religiously. Go ahead, recall the things you never did. Be guilty as sin.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? You should be. This is a response to mirroball. It’s so easy to vilify the quiet, the nice, the good girl. And then she breaks. Then she’s done playing your chess games. Being a pawn in schemes. I feel this so much as an eldest daughter, as the one that has to be perfect and a degree below that was unacceptable.

loml, I want to acknowledge that this song broke me. I still can’t listen fully without losing it. They say wounds heal with time. But I’m still waiting.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, I think for me this is just how I’ve lived my life. I don’t get to be shattered without movement. I must be broken hearted and figure it out, be a tough kid, fake it, smile even if I want to die. It’s an art I’ve perfected.

The Alchemy, I’d like to wake up from the hospital stay. I’d like to be out of the vision in my head. Chemistry is something I’ve always been so fascinated with. You cannot fake it. You cannot learn it or grow it. It’s either there or not. It borders on magical. It’s the only time I believe in something otherworldly. You can’t fight it. You can hide it. Sure. But it’ll pull you out of darkness. It’s my favorite trope. Magnets. Addiction. The most human thing because you can’t make it in a lab. Like the hand of God said here’s the alchemy, you’ll find the other part of that equation.

In-depth thoughts for The Anthology will come later tonight.

[j0kers-light]

Hiii, how are you Chaos???

I haven't read the comics, if I'm not wrong you have, right? Because you know a lot of things about J and It is just incredible

If you have read the comics, could you explain a bit about how Joker is in those? (If you have based your version of J too pls)

ALSO, you said Frost appears in the comics, but the only Frost I've found is this woman

https://images.app.goo.gl/NuHiHAFUWuNNDYDk6

And the only goon of Joker that I've found is this one (I know Neo and Mac are your ocs but I remember you saying that Frost appears in the comics)

WOW CHAOS I WAS LOOKING FOR A PIC OF THE OTHER GOON AND FOUND THIS MAN NAMED JONNY FROST(????

https://images.app.goo.gl/XzVwFc8fH9dDDhNi6

Is this who you based Frost of? I can't find any black man named Frost And he is said to he the mist loyal man

This is the other goon, does he exist in the Chaos universe?

https://images.app.goo.gl/8RJfjhrC3bJL6irE6

I believe his name is gaggy? I'm not sure

I would love to see his dynamic with Joker/his goons, maybe he is part of Joker's past? Someone he had to get rid off

In short, you would do me a great favor if you explained a little about the Joker from the comics and what parts of him you have taken for your story because I find it very interesting 😭

and his anarchist side too because I don't get why does he do all that, does he simply want to watch the world burn? Just Chaos? Is that it, he isn't power hungry nor he wants another person to have political control? Doesn't he do all that because he believes in something?

SORRY FOR YAPPING 😭

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I'm doing lovely! omg Chaos universe has me in a spiral!!! I'm popular enough to have my own universe😫what an honor! And DO NOT apologize for yapping! I read every word with rapt attention.

So let's discuss anon! Grab a seat and a snack, we're going in deep!

Yes, I've read most of the comics save for a few here and there. Depending on the comic..... Joker is either a jester who kills for fun, the epitome of evil who thinks killing is funny, or clinically insane and doesn’t see the difference in anything. He just out here ballin’ or all of the above.

The Joker is so complex I could write essays for the rest of my life talking about him. My favorite depiction of J is from The Killing Joke although in the “Chaos universe” (I love saying that) Joker derives from the Nolan trilogy and the Arkham Games. Heavy on the games; they’re my favorites for a reason. So a mixture of all Jokers really 🤔 Here's a chart if you're interested! I've seen/read/played them all except for 2019.

Anyhoo. Yes! That's Killer Frost a completely different character who is absolutely amazing in her own right. Good call out 😉

AND CONGRATULATIONS FOR FINDING FROST! Let’s talk about Frosty!!! ❄❄❄❄

Although this depiction of Frost sorta kinda betrays Joker and ends up being killed for it, I took some creative liberties with making him my own.

Joker's Loyal Three what a concept. Mac and Neo are of course my OC's (I did not have to go so hard creating them 😤but I did)

Frost is actually albino but since I write for people of color.. I made him African American so he’s kinda a OC to an extent. Frost is divorced in my series and he has a daughter which I named Genesis so I'm staying canon but giving him a Chaos spin.

There are some background conversations that reference Frost in Arkham Asylum (or maybe Origins) and I just felt it was the right thing to do to honor Frost and give him flowers. I think details no matter how small really matter when creating a story.

I honestly don't know this third character Gaggy? so no he will not be making a cameo in any of my series 🤣

Now. As for Joker's schtick. Everything to Joker is funny in some way hence the name. Once you take that away aspect, Joker isn't really that much of a threat. He has no superpowers, no advantage other than being unpredictable and insane-- so the reason why Joker "does what he does" (I think) is maintain his one desire. To be remembered.

His ultimate fear (in the comics) is being forgotten and if no one pays him any attention... 🤷🏾‍♀️poof. So Joker pulls these elaborate stunts, he works hard to gain Batman's attention and be the number one villain to stay memorable and feared by the citizens of Gotham. Yes, he wants to watch the world burn, no he really doesn't believe in anything. That's what makes him a threat. He's unpredictable even after all these years.

Some versions of Joker (the one's I like) he knows what he's doing is wrong, yet he does not care. He isn't power hungry, he doesn't care about the average man, he just wants people to see the world like he does as One. Big. Joke.

He's that de-synthesized, that far removed from humanity that if he dies, oh well. Now if Batman dies... now that's another story. No one entertains Joker's mental instability the way Bats does. A world without Batman is another big fear for Joker.

It's also the biggest fight of them all; good verses evil. Batman vs. Joker. Never ending, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Lol, now I'm yapping and quoting The Dark Knight. 🤣😭

[siofra-river]

I don't know the dark souls words but uh, your fav boss/place/weapon?

Oh my god. I had a whole thing typed and tumblr destroyed it. Crying. ANYWAYS ILL START IT OVER. I’m going to go by each game for all of these questions! I have a lot to say ok!

Starting with dark souls 1

My favorite area in the game is ash lake!! It’s a super out of the way area , halfway thru the bottom of the second worst area of the game, past TWO hidden walls, and down the interior of a really tall tree, where you’re likey to fall or get petrified. But god. It’s SO ATMOSPHERIC! It’s one of the few areas in the game w ambient music and it’s loud, intimidating and ominous, it’s so pretty as well. It’s a really optional area too which makes this incredibly amazing atmosphere even better, if you don’t accidentally find the hidden walls or already know about it, you miss the presentation but also the dragon covenant! Which is really the only reason to go there.

I can’t really say much about a favorite weapon tbh? Since like all my play through feature similar builds (boring ik) but black knight straight sword my beloved. In terms of presentation tho I really enjoy quelaag’s furysword, it’s a neat and scary cursed sword which when you swing it, it lights up with flames. Super dope. I also really like the Channeler’s tridents, they let you do a funny dance ^_^

Also favorite boss? I really can’t say I have one like in gameplay? Like I won’t deny these bosses have been revolutionary in some way. Helping cement dark souls and the souls-like formula but. They’re just so..annoying? Like a lot of them are just plain annoying. Or have really annoying mechanics. Like knocking you off into an instant death pit, or powering up to insane damage if you don’t cheese with an animation cancel. In lore though my favorite has to be Gwyndolin, I find them a really tragic figure who has a lot going for them (if they weren’t written so poorly) w a really great design.

Now dark souls 2!

My favorite area has to be Frozen Eleum Loyce, but really on a very specific version of it. The version of it when you first get there, where a lot of the enemies aren’t active, but also a majority of the map is closed off as a result. While it’s like this, I find Loyce to be absolutely breathtaking, it’s got a gorgeous view from just about anywhere you can see off into the distance. And then it becomes a sequel to Shrine of Amana once you wake the city up, giving you the classic dark souls 2 scenario of: 7 melee enemies with 3 ranged ladies with absolute insane homing magic while you’re impaired in some way(can’t see well, can’t move well, poison, bleeding, etc)

Eleum Loyce also has one of my favorite bosses in the game there, the Burnt Ivory King, the build-up to his fight is nigh insufferable (I HATE FINDING THE KNIGHTS) but once you get there, and kill his minions. It’s worth it, you feel like you’re fighting against an actual king, and once you come out on top you feel like you’ve improved. Also the lore for the king is badass as fuck, one of the few guys in that game who is a genuinely good guy who did what he could to stop a threat.

Also as an honorable mention, my second favorite fight in dark souls 2. Velstadt. He’s cool as hell, he’s big, he’s intimidating, he’s tough but fair, and he’s unique. Like BIK, he’s at the end of a very annoying area/sequence. I HATE THOSE ENEMY SUMMONING BELLS, but once you fight him and win you feel god tier. He’s really fun to fight, he’s got pretty clearly telegraphed moves you can dodge but still does high damage and has a really interesting weapon, his hammer also is a bell, which he uses as a Catalyst to summon Hexes/Miracles. I also just think his armor is sexy as fuck, they really went nuts w it.

Also my favorite weapon in dark souls 2 is probably the staff of wisdom. Used it thru like all of my first ds2 playthrough so it has a special place in my heart ❤️ got me through like all the dlc and all the bullshit

Ok dark souls 3!!

Ok I have so so so much to say about dark souls 3 but I will restrain myself to talk about only 2 areas in the game. But honestly like every area of ds3 is good, like they really just put so much detail and love in to like every area. I can’t overstate how pretty and detail oriented this game is.

Anyways..first area is the Ringed City. This area was introduced as the last dlc for the game and as the way to wrap up the entire franchise. Effectively finishing it and ending the story in a way THATS slightly hopeful! The whole area is amazing, from the poison swamps to the temples. I adore it all. The whole ringed city dlc is amazing. I love the architecture and sense of style the city has, it’s ancient and decrepit in ways but still so full of life and action. I also love it overall for what it represents, a city lost to the rest of the world filled with reminders of the failure of Gwyn, the whole dlc is honestly a big fuck you to Gwyn, showing once again how terrible he was.

It also has my favorite fight in the entire game series, and one of my favorite boss fights of all time, Slave Knight Gael. Gael has a lot of lore around him that really contextualizes what he’s doing and how long he’s been doing it. This man has been around for thousands of years and is trying to fix things, at the cost of his own sanity, knowing that you the player are going to kill him and finish his job. The fight is full of so many details that frankly still astonishes me. When you run away from him, he uses a summon sign to get closer, during phase 2 Gael goes hollow (by completing his task of reforming the dark soul) which makes him take more damage from the hollowslayer greatsword, he uses a miracle from thousands of years ago. AUGH..I CARE HIM...

Ok now that I’m done crying abt Gael I’ll talk abt my next favorite area which is the demon ruins! The demon ruins isn’t a very combat intensive area, while there certainly is a lot of enemies they aren’t very hard, which really helps highlight the tragedy of the area. The demon ruins is the long forgotten ruins of lost izaleth from dark souls 1, the home of the race of demons. But in dark souls 3, they’re a dying breed, throughout the demon ruins you see countless corpses of demons such as capra and taurus demons, and even see the body of the fair lady, one of the daughters of the Witch of Izaleth, who was the leader of the Chaos Servants covenant from dark souls 1. It’s nice to see the game gave small acknowledgements and closure on characters. The demon ruins is another optional area you kind of have to go out of your way to get to, but the game subtle pushes you to explore it because at the end there’s a route to stopping the ballista that has been shooting you the entire time you’ve been at smoldering lake, which is an area necessary for the hidden ending.

(I can’t find a good pic sry)

Anyways! The last of my last rambling, favorite dark souls 3 weapon..in the ways of practicality..good ol reliable flamberge, used it my first playthrough and it was so nice. It’s also the weapon used by the scariest npc invader, holy knight hodrick. But in terms of visuals, both of pontiff sulyvahn’s weapons, their really distinct color glows are so fucking pretty and can make you feel god tier even if you aren’t. The ringed knight straight sword is also up there with the weapon art creating this beautiful effect of flames covering the whole blade...

Aughh dark souls..

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #007

(from last night; tumblr was being an ass and wouldn’t let me post, rip)

What was the last thing you laughed at? Something Girt said, I'm certain. He's a goof. Do you know anyone personally who has committed murder? No. Do you use temper glass phone screen protectors? No. Have you ever cracked your phone screen badly?No. Would you ever take up pole dancing as a hobby? No, not even if I had a body I was comfortable with. It's beautiful, though. What do you do when you start to feel depressed or really down? Most often I'll try to watch something funny or anything that's like a "comfort" thing for me, like a certain let's play or just video in general. Do you do positive affirmations daily? No. Do you enjoy glitter or find it to be a nuisance? Both. Would you ever want to be a politician? Absolutely not. Have you ever seen a wolf in person? At the zoo, yes. They were always WAY in the back though, in the shade. If my memory serves me right, they're actually the nearly extinct red wolves and are therefore immensely rare, which makes me just wanna get a good look at them more. Are you currently doing something else besides this survey? I'm listening to music. What’s the fastest you’ve ever driven? Idk, not too fast. When I did drive, Mom would freak out if I went like two over the speed limit. Do you play games on your phone? Occasionally, but not a whole lot. I do try to get my daily Pokemon GO spawn, though. Only one is set to spawn over my house every day, cries. Would you rather do without sweet or salty snacks? Salty, I think. But both are great, so this question sucks. Do you enjoy buying gifts for others? I absolutely would if I had money TO buy people gifts. Fucking sucks, mine and my boyfriend's anniversary isn't that far away and I already worry I'm not going to be able to get him anything. I would sob, I already couldn't get him shit for his birthday, Christmas. or Valentine's Day. Wow I fucking suck. Is acting something you’d enjoy? Are you convincing? No, I'm way too awkward about it. I've only acted well once in my life, when me, my sister, and two of our friends were volunteering at a haunted hayride-type thing and at one point I did this maniacal laugh from my hiding spot that no one believed was me lmaooo. Have you ever lost control of a car? ASLKJDFHAKWEJFOAWER NO DON'T SAY THAT What’s your thoughts on people having selfies as their phone backgrounds? ... I don't care...? It's not my preference for me, but like??? it's their phone??????????? I didn't realize people HAD opinions on this. What is your phone background of? My lock screen is my favorite piece of work by online artist NukeRooster, which I've been planning for years and years and years to get tatted one day on my upper left arm. It's there because one, #aesthetic, and two, I guess it's sorta motivational for me to see it regularly and work towards being able to afford such a tattoo. My home screen is some simple space art with a 3D red/blue texture. Are the Olympics something you get into? Not at all. What did you get your first award for? Idk, either something for academic excellence like honor roll or just participation stuff for childhood sports. Does it bother you when people use all caps or all lower case letters? All caps (except for reasonable, occasional emphasis), yes. All lower case doesn't bug me at all. Would you or have you ever dyed your hair blue? I never have and probably won't. Could you climb the monkey bars now like you did as a kid? No way in hell. I wasn't even good at those as a kid. Have you ever dyed your eyebrows to match your hair? No. What’s your favorite shower/bath product? Omg my friend/related-by-marriage family Summer got me this little Lush giftbox for Christmas, and while I've only used (and finished) the body wash, it was INCREDIBLE. Quality stuff and the smell was absolutely amazing. Also it had a really great color to it and it made me feel like a big ol' truck in a car wash using the colorful soap. :') When was the last time you looked out of a window? Literally just a second ago. The neighbor across the street got home, and I saw the car appear out of the corner of my eye so just naturally turned to look at the movement. How many stitches have you had in your lifetime? I've had to get stitches at least twice that I remember, but I don't recall exactly how many I needed. Have you suffered from depression? I was diagnosed with it around the 7th grade, and it's never left. I've just gotten better at coping. Do you like rap music? No. Do you have a favorite day of the week? No, they're all very much the same to me. How much money do you regularly spend on groceries? I'm not about to ask my mother that, it's not my business and I feel like shit I can't help with them anyway. Has anyone ever pinched you for not wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day? Ugh, yes. I hate that shit. I have always been extremely sensitive to pinches, like I will actually bruise, doesn't matter how "gentle" you think you're being. Are there any bands you wish would get back together? Oh, I'm certain there are some that I'm just not thinking of right now. OH! Is Linkin Park actually still a... thing without Chester? I honestly don't think I want a singer that isn't him, he was too iconic, but I still miss their music. What are your favorite fast food restaurants? Some are Sonic, Bojangle's, Wendy's, and McDonald's (don't @ me shut up). How about least favorite? Arby's takes the fucking cake, that shit is so gross. I also don't like KFC, and Burger King isn't great. I also boycott Chick-fil-a as a business because they're homophobic + transpobic pieces of absolute garbage. I genuinely want their CEO to burn in hell. What kind of cereal did you have last? I had the chocolate chunk type of Special K for breakfast. Would you rather, on a dare, eat an insect or kiss a stranger? Eat an insect ig. I guess it would depend on like, what bug though. I don't want to do either, but kisses are a very "reserved for only who I love" sort of thing for me personally. What’s the last thing that made you feel sad? Ummm I dunno. Do you like spaghetti sauce or just butter and cheese over noodles? I strongly prefer sauce. What type of novels do you enjoy reading? Ones with a fantasy basis. Would you ever get your nose pierced? Yes, I want it repierced, actually. I'd prefer a stud, but those just have NOT worked for me as far as staying in my nose when I sleep on my damn face, so I'll be getting a hoop this time. so it won't come out and I lose it every morning. What was the last song you listened to? "Morgenstern" by Rammstein. Maybe one day I'll listen to more music than just them again lmaooo What do you think of having religion in schools? Optional course? Fine. But if it in ANY way infiltrates into mandatory curriculum? Fuck that. I'm looking at you, parents that get tilted over schools teaching evolution versus your bedtime stories relating to a pair of all conceivable animals fitting on a fucking ark and repopulating with such diversity. Have you ever accidentally sent a text to a person you were talking about? It's possible? Idr. Is there anything going to get released soon that you’re looking forward to? RE4 REMAKE NEXT MARCH BABYYYYYYY *sobbing emoji* Do you have a fan in the room you’re in? Yes. What’s something you wish you liked but you don’t? Vegetables, lol. Do you use a baby voice when talking to animals? Um, duh. Would you say your parents put too much pressure on you? No. My parents are very understanding of the limiting problems that I deal with. What’s for dinner today? I don't know. Not very worried about it, I'm not hungry whatsoever rn. What game did you play most as a kid? I played the HELL out of the original Spyro The Dragon trilogy PS1 games, especially the second and third. Do you like the scent of gasoline? Omg no, I loathe it. It gives me a headache. What’s something you’ve been made fun of for before? I REALLY do not want to think and linger on this question because of my hypersensitivity to rejection/judgment/this general vibe. What is something you need to work on? God, a lot. This is another I just don't wanna dwell on. What movie or show has scared you the most? The horror movie The Rite bc especially when you're a religious teenager and watch a movie where Satan rapes and impregnates an innocent woman, I mean, that's gonna fuck you up. Do you support the Supreme Court in trying to overturn Roe vs Wade? (banning all abortions in the USA) Nope, I'd like to burn their fucking building to the motherfucking ground. What’s the best gift anyone could give you? Covering the cost of a tattoo, haha. If you’re pale, do you get made fun of for it? Only by family in a very non-hurtful way. Are you white/black/asian/mexican/etc? I'm Caucasian. Did your family move to America from another country? Not my IMMEDIATE family, no. Ancestors, obviously. Ever known anyone who did business with a prostitute? Not that I'm aware of, no. Are your real parents divorced? If your parents are divorced, how old are your step-parents? Do you like your step-parents, or are they assholes? Yes; my mom has never really dated since, but my dad is re-married, and she's... well. Very Christian. She wouldn't even move in with my dad until they were married for religious reasons. She's nice and has always been kind and sweet to me, but being FB friends and knowing how she feels about many serious topics... oh god. Oh yeah, and I'm unsure about her exact age, but I know she's just a couple years younger than Dad. Were you adopted? If so, have you met your biological parents? How about biological siblings or grandparents? N/A [TW: ABUSE] Ever had an abusive parent or other family member? If so, what’s the worst they did? I'm very thankful that I don't. Got any step siblings? If so, how many? Are they annoying or cool? Dad's wife has one son named Michael, but I don't really see him as my "brother" like at all. He is super, super reclusive and even when I'm at the house, you don't see him much. I don't not like him, he's just like this one big walking question mark. Ever walked in on your parents while they were getting busy? If so, how many times and how old were you? LISTEN it's practically impossible for me to imagine my parents doing anything even remotely intimate ever and I'm satisfied with it that way. How many siblings do you have? How old are they, and what are their names? Do they have the same hair color and eye color as you? ... Oh wow, this reminded me today is actually my oldest sister's birthday, haha. Katie is now 30-... something. She is the literal spitting image of Mom, like you put them beside each other and the resemblence is fuckin scary lmao, so their features are the same, and in turn mostly similar to mine, I just have blue eyes while theirs are brown. Bobby is also in his 30s and might have blue eyes? Idk. I actually don't remember what his hair color even is since he's been mostly without hair for a long-ass time. I'm quite sure it's brown? Then Misty is 30-something too, and her hair is black with eyes a color I don't recall. Probably brown. Ashley (28) and Nicole (24) both have brown hair as well, ours all practically identical in color, and they have brown eyes. I don't know how Tiffany looks or how old she is, but older than Misty I know, so in her 30s. Ever had to take care of a baby sibling? If you did, did you feel responsible, or were you just annoyed? No; Nicole and I are too close in age for me to really do that. We were very close as kids though and played all the time together. Do you like children, or do they piss you off? "Piss me off" is a very strong phrase... I don't really like kids, and yet at the same time I do with their purity and innocence and always believing in what is good. They're just toomalleable for me. Like even with my nieces and nephew, I obsess over saying and doing things perfectly because I don't want to bend how they think or see things in a bad way. Children in general are also just fucking exhausting and require an amount of fuel I absolutely never have. Think you’ll ever have kids of your own one day? No. From the bottom of my heart I truly feel like me trying to be a mother would end with me killing myself. There are times I think I might want one or two, but it's just simply not smart. Have you ever had a close friend get knocked up early? II don't think so, no. I know that's a weird answer, but I to this day do not know if my very good friend in HS named Alon was the same girl who did have a baby in middle school. I remember them looking similar, but I just really don't know. I never asked her because it wasn't my business, and if it WAS her, I didn't want to stir up bad memories or anything. Have you yourself ever gotten close to getting pregnant? No. There was this short period where my good friend Anxiety had me freaking out that I MIGHT be because I missed my period that month, even though my dumb ass was a virgin (barely, but w/e). It was such a legitimate fear that even Jason knew, and on god I wish that man had called me insane lmao If you were to get pregnant as a teen, what would happen? Well, I was very pro-life then (I know, it nauseates me too), so ig I'd have a kid running around. Mom would've certainly helped out with raising it, probably a bit too much if I'm honest with y'all. It's questions like these that make me immensely happy I DID abstain from sex as a teenager because I was a fucking stupid and impulsive kid that would have to be in contact with the man associated with my trauma. Maybe I never would have healed. God, all that would be an ugly life. Do you know if anyone in your family ever got knocked up as a teen? I'm *pretty* sure Mom had Katie when she was 19? Maybe... For some reason that sounds right. Do you prefer baby boys or baby girls? Girls, generally.

[highandlow-in-borderland]

“High&Low: the Worst” Boyfriend HCs

A/N: Thank you to @liabee123​ for beta-ing these for me! And for putting up with my H&L obsession skdjfh

Oya High

Fujio

The Golden Retriever

Your name in his phone: “Bae 😍”

WilL deFEND YoUr HoNOr

Love language: physical touch and constant attention

If you play with his hair, he’ll doze off with his head in your lap

You never have to worry about him cheating, because this dude is straight up obsessed with you

Wants to hear your opinion on everything and is heart-eyes emoji when you talk

Absolutely participates in Tiktok trends and tries to convince you to join him

He settles for just sending you funny videos he finds

Would probably fight a bear for you

Your parents love him

Every time he gets into a fight (often), he pouts and acts like he’s dying when he gets home

This goes away the second you give him attention, of course

If you’re walking together and someone whistles at you, Fujio gets that evil grin and stops walking

He grabs the student by the shoulder and whirls him around to face you

Then, with his hands balled into fists on the guy’s shirt, he demands an apology to you

Sleeps spread eagle on his bed, with one hand touching you at all times

Tsukasa

The Cool Boy

Your name in his phone: something meme-related

Chill asf boyfriend

He’s not overly touchy or mushy with the compliments, but he smiles when you smile and he laughs when you laugh

Listens incredibly well, and has always had a knack for remembering everything right down to tiny details

Acts sullen and cool around everyone but softens a little for you

If you’re reading or focusing on something, he always takes a moment to brush your hair behind your ear for you and flip on the overhead light

Backs you up in arguments– literally

If you try to argue with someone, they will look over your shoulder and see Tsukasa glaring at them

A silent warning to just let you win

When you sleep in his bed, or he sleeps in yours, he curls you into his front, face pressed into your hair or your shoulder

He won’t say it, but you know he gets cold easily

Plus, in that position, he feels like he can keep you safe–be your shelter

Todoroki

The Quiet Protector

Your name in his phone: your first and last name, proper capitalization, no emojis

The man has a hard time accepting affection

Rather–he has a hard time accepting that he /likes/ affection

For example: he lowkey likes it when you clean his glasses for him

He also lowkey likes it when you watch him practice punching

Never shows physical affection unless you’re completely alone

But when he does?? Chef’s kiss

Rests his hand on your hair if you lean on his chest while he’s reading

Puts his arm around you if he’s walking you home at night

Most passionate kisser OOP

Todoroki is quick to fight a man; we know this

So if someone makes a pass at you and he gets wind of it, they’re gonna show up the next day with bruises from a kick to the head

If you’re with him, you can usually hold onto his arm and calm him down

If that’s the case, he walks briskly away, fuming but resolved to not making a scene in front of you

He /always/ makes sure you’re eating well, especially if you’re busy or stressed

Sleeps on his side with an arm around your waist, protecting and comforting even when he’s not awake

Murayama

The High School Prince Charming

Your name in his phone: your first initial with twelve emojis

Takes chivalry way too seriously

Will offer to hold your hand and escort you down the stairs -even if it’s two steps-

Opens doors for you and brings flowers to dates

Pays Seki five dollars to drive the truck around the neighborhood very slowly for a good two hours

Bc Murayama set up a picnic for you on the bench and you’re both riding around with sandwiches and sodas

Absolutely walks next to you with his hand in your back pocket

Sends only the dankest memes

He loves you a lot but will still rock your shit at Mario Kart

Don’t worry though, he’ll make it up to you by buying dinner of your choice

Murayama has made it clear to everyone that you’re off-limits until you say otherwise

But if a full-timer gets a little too brave and won’t leave you alone, Murayama sees no problem with wedging himself between the two of you and telling the person to piss off

He gives you a blue bandana to wear with your outfits because, as far as he’s concerned, you’re one of his crew too

Definitely uses his cuteness to get out of arguments

Would be the little spoon just as soon as he’d be the big spoon

Housen Academy

Sachio

The Husband Material

Your name in his phone: a childhood nickname he’s always called you

You fell faster but Satchi fell harder

Sentimental bitch

Gets you a necklace that matches his own

Takes care of you diligently whenever you need him

If you get sick or hurt, he is immediately your personal nurse

He likes to cook for you

He’s so tender with you, it’s the softest thing ever

FOREHEAD KISSES

Gives you his shirts and jackets to wear just because

Absentminded physical affection like brushing hands when you stand next to each other

Sachio never gets jealous over you on his home turf

Bc everyone at Housen knows better than make advances towards you lol

However, if you’re out and about and someone whistles at you, he puts an arm around your shoulders to make your status as a couple clear to anyone nearby

Sleeps on his back, one hand resting under his head, and the other arm around your shoulders

Yuken

The “Two in One” Boyfriend

Your name in his phone: “Baby”

“Two in one” bc he started out as your best friend before you both realized you’re stupid for each other

So you still do dumb best friend stuff together, but with the added bonus of being in love

Plucks a flower for you every time he’s on a walk

When he enters your room or your office, he will set the flower down on a surface

It’s his own silent greeting, an offering of reverence

When you’re being silly and taking photos together, he puts his blue glasses on you

The selfie you take becomes the lockscreen on his phone the second he sees it

Somewhere in the middle on physical affection– he’s not overly touchy, but he also doesn’t mind kissing your hand in public

Always brings you a coffee when he gets one for himself

Favorite date activity: movie nights with a projector in the Housen main hall

He doesn’t let anyone touch him when he’s hurt– except you

He rests his hands on your waist as you clean his bloody lip or put a cold compress onto his bruised cheek

Prefers to sleep on his side, facing you, with your hands clasped in the middle

[filthforfriends]

A Lullaby for the Dawn

Damiano x org fem character

Word count: 3.3k

Request: Damiano as a father fluff

TW: swearing, mention of sex

Damiano looked into the studio wings when they went on commercial break. Chiara said she’d come if the babies were asleep and could be left with the nanny. Having her near always calmed the nerves, but the prospect of going back to the hotel room to quiet and order was even more enticing. Unfortunately he didn’t see her, just their publicist who said a prayer each time a member of Maneskin opened their mouths on American national television. The cameraman gestured that they had a minute until Late Night with Conan O’Brien was live again.

“Alright, we’re back in just a sec here,” called a production assistant. Conan straightened out his cue cards, rolled his shoulders back, and sat up straight. Damiano refocused his attention, putting on his camera face with a generous dash of personna. He wished they’d seat Victoria closest to the host instead. When Damiano was tired he didn’t always feel like putting out a megawatt of charisma. The house band was cued into playing and the camera counted down on three upheld fingers.

“Alright, and we're back with Maneskin! Now we started talking before the break, but I have to ask, what’s with the clothes?” Conan gestures up and down the outfit with his hand. It was the usual black leather, pretty tame for them.

“They’re cool. What do you mean?” God bless Thomas for getting better at English for these interviews.

“Well it’s very,” Conan pauses for dramatic effect, as if they hadn’t planned this, as if he hadn’t seen far worse every single Met Gala. “It’s very Rihanna, very chains and whips excite me.”

“We look hot, what other reason does there need to be?” Victoria gave a flirtatious smile with her arm flung over the back of the sofa, unafraid to take up space. “Plus whips and chains do sound pretty exciting don’t you think?” Even Ethan spoke up and agreed, and Damiano knew it would come off as strange if he didn’t speak up, like, now.

“We think that people should wear whatever they like, whatever makes them feel empowered. This is part of what our message.” If Damiano had to talk about their message one more time he was taking a vow of silence like a monk. They’re musicians, not politicians.  “This is what makes us feel powerful, we feel good in it. It also takes from one of our favorite era’s of rock music, when bands and music were the most influential, we think. And that, of course, inspires us.”

“Because you look very sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll, if I may say.” Conan seemed to almost choke on those words, feigning being scandalized to identify with the viewers. “What’s something about you that would surprise people? What’s something that they wouldn’t expect?” Damiano wonders if it's a set up for what Victoria says next.

“Well Damiano is married with children.” They all chuckle at that, it clashes so aggressively with the rest of their image it sounds ludacris. Conan’s eyebrows go up to his receding hairline, of course meticulously covered by makeup.

“Really?” He sounds so surprised that he might argue with them on that fact. “Wow, I did not expect that.” Damiano nods along, eyes critical, as if to say: yes someone would trust me enough to marry me. No, I am not just whoring my way through my fan base just because I can. Yes I am capable of commitment. No, the things you associate with my aesthetic are not representative of my entire personhood. Yes, I am still a touring, successful musician with a family. No, you cannot make my fatherhood into a funny one liner. Yes I am present and active in their lives.

He at least sees and honors the warning look in Damiano’s eyes. For the camera’s  to fully catch it, they’d have to be directly across from Damiano, which they aren’t, Conan is.

“Well your kids are going to have an incredible life.” Damiano lets his face soften into a genuine smile. “Was that kid's plural? Like more than one? I know English isn’t your first language.” It's funny enough that Maneskin can feign a genuine chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah I have twins.” Even with all the pain in the assery of parenthood, Damiano feels warm talking about his babies. He knows that his disposition has changed, and can feel it in the way the corners of his mouth turn upwards without him ordering his facial muscles to do so. He both loves talking about his children and is intensely private about them.

“How'd that happen?” Oh well I choose to intentionally become a father to two right as my career as a musician was taking off internationally, why do you ask? Really it's a rhetorical question because, obviously, by accident. Victoria saves Damiano from his own sharp tongue, being the best friend that she is.

“Conan, if you don’t already know I don’t think we can tell you, given how you Americans feel about sex.” The audience laughs at this, even members of the house band chuckle. Victoria looks over at them and smiles, also pulling them in. She’s smart to get as many people under her spell as possible, and on a less sleep deprived day, Damiano would be doing the exact same.

“I believe you have a story about a bird, yes? That you say to children?” Ethan’s thick accent is endearing, and the room laughs again. Damiano just rides the band's good humor and wit for the next minute and a half until they’re off the air. The second he gets the signal, he jumps up to ask if anyone’s seen Chiara. Thair publicist says no, so Damiano goes to his dressing room to dig his phone out of the pocket of his street clothes.

10 minutes ago: just got them to sleep ❤️ if you wake them coming inside I’ll murder you ❤️❤️ I hope the show went well love!

So she didn’t get to watch it. Damiano feels a touch crestfallen, but he knew this was likely to happen. Chiara would catch up when she could, knowing that this momentous landmark in their career was something Damiano would want her to see, want her opinion on.

“Everything good at home?” Ethan’s the first to get into the dressing room and away from the polite chit chat with industry execs.

“Yeah, she just got the kids down.” Ethan’s choice of language evokes something in Damiano. “They’ve adapted to the hotel rooms, but I wish they didn’t have to. I think they prefer the tour bus because it's constant. But, you know the tour bus...”

“The tour bus sucks,” finished Vic as she entered the room, stylist behind her.

“Exactly.” Damiano held his arms up so their stylist Nick could free him from this gorgeous contraption of an outfit. They had a routine. Damiano was first for most things so he could get back to the children, back to Chiara. It was one of the many sacrifices his bandmates had made for him. He was eternally grateful for the way they’d handled the surprise pregnancy, being fiercely protective of Damiano and his little family.

Thomas, Victoria, and Ethan had been endlessly generous, not making him choose between his career, his kids, and the love of his life. He got all three because of his bandmates. When they’d presented as a united front, it didn’t matter what their management at Sony wanted. They’d become successful enough that if their record label fought them, they could buy out of their contract and get dozens of offers to sign with a new label. Sony knew that, they knew that, Maneskin’s management knew that. So while they made enemies, Damiano had also made a life for himself.

“So how’s the American nanny?” Nick had moved on to unhooking Thomas from his chainmail. The casual maturity with which Thomas spoke - not even 23 years old - floored Damiano when he was feeling retrospective.

“She can only do so much to soothe them when they don’t recognize her. Cosma especially misses Rosa, I think.” Rosa had been their children’s nanny since they were three months old, but she didn’t speak any English. She spoke some French, German, Spanish, etc. so in multilingual Europe they were fine. It just wasn’t safe for Rosa to care for them in a country like America. The logistics of arranging a nanny in the states had been hellish too. Regardless, Gazala was grey, steady, experienced, and not overwhelmed by the twins. The memory of traveling across the Atlantic without a nanny still made Damiano shudder.

“But Cosma is doing better?” Damiano nodded along and hummed in agreement to whomever had asked the question, arranging everything in his bag so he wouldn’t make noise doing so in the hotel.

“It would be good for Rosa to learn English.”

“Right, you say that like it was so easy for you, Ethan.” Even a preoccupied Damiano grins while the others laugh at Vic’s quip.

“Okay, I will see you guys way too fucking early tomorrow. Let me know if they change the call time again. And by me, I mean Leo since my phone is gonna be on silent anyways!”

“Good luck,” Nick calls out, as Damiano walks out the door. As always, with two toddlers and a wife in his mid-twenties, he’ll need it.

Damiano cringes at the beep the key card makes, and again at the heavy latch on the hotel room door. He feels someone helping him open it quietly on the other side, and is met with Chiara’s face. Even in the spring, L.A. was warm enough for her to wear just a t-shirt to bed. It's one of his old Pink Floyd tees, fished out of the donate pile because it was 100% cotton. Her hair is half falling out of some updo, face bare of makeup,  no time for eyelash extensions.

He knew Chiara didn’t feel glamorous this way, but Damiano favored this unadorned look. It was the most accurate presentation of her physical form, and Damiano was devoted to her. He only preferred it more after Cosma and Icaro, because it was the way she looked when she cared for the babies they’d made. It was the way she looked when he’d made love to her and created those babies.

“How’d it go?” Chiara whispered, as she pulled open the door and Damiano stepped inside.

“Good, good. I missed you.” He pecked her on the lips addings “as always” to defuse any tension. Chiara would have been backstage clapping louder than the audience if she could, and Damano knew that. She ran the pads of her middle fingers along his jaw, tenderly, and he hungered for her. Damiano pulled her close with one hand, kissing Chiara and attempting to coax her mouth open so he could get a taste of her tongue. In an effort to be suave, he closed the door behind him with his other hand. The handle slipped from his fingers and the door slammed shut. Both of them froze completely, listening for the sound of cries, but hearing none. They let out a collective breath.

“Fuck, sorry,” Damiano whispered. Chiara smiled fondly in return.

“Fatherhood really messes with your rock star mojo. It's a good thing you didn’t wake them up,” Chiara moves her lips against Damiano’s ear, “because then I would have to kill you.” She bites down on his earlobe and gives him a light smack on the ass, turning to walk towards the bedroom. Damiano catches Chiara by her wrist and pulls her in for another kiss, slow and passionate.

“As much as I love the direction this is going, Leo is waking you up in seven hours and I doubt you’ll sleep through all of them.” Damiano lets out a frustrated groan. Chiara grabs his groin and gives a good squeeze, before whipping away fast enough that Damiano can’t catch her.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with that,” asks Damiano, desperatly.

“Take some time off from the studio and you’ll find out.” She winks before turning back around again and sauntering towards the bedroom. “In the meantime, have fun in the shower.” It’s such a tease, but he deserves it a little bit. He doesn’t have any right to shuttle her and kids across the world, just to ignore them for L.A. producers. This is why he and Chiara work. She has a knack for getting her way without creating a battle of wills.

After a disappointing orgasm in the shower, Damiano thinks he may ask Chiara extremely nicely for some assistance with his libido if the moment presents itself. She’s totally passed out when he comes into the bedroom to change into sleep clothes. Chiara’s head is laying between the two pillows, face pressed into Damiano’s, mouth agape. He hopes she’ll drool so he can tease her about it.

Damiano hears little noises of upset from one of the nursery rooms, and goes to hold Icaro. He hasn’t spent any time with them today and he misses his babies with the ache of an unhealing wound in his chest. The pain is always the same, you just adapt. Damiano never understood how you could miss a baby. All they do is maintain a constant cycle of consuming calories and producing waste, crying intermittently. That was until he had his own children, at which point the separation was excruciating.

Icaro was already on his feet, reaching for his father when Damiano got to the crib. Maybe it was the weight of his footsteps or his smell, but Icaro recognized something before he even got in the room. It was that magical tether between parents and child, the one you get exhausted of people harping on about. Icaro’s face was screwed up in agitation, a couple of tears on his cheeks, reaching out to what he knew to be a source of comfort.

“Oh, come here,” Damiano cooed, lifting him out of the crib. Icaro was learning how to climb out of it himself, which had preemptively fried Damiano’s nerves. He twined one arm around his father’s neck, the other curiously grabbing the button of Damiano’s shirt. Damiano could feel the warmth of his tiny hand through the fabric. He bounced him, swaying side to side, and after a few seconds Icaro became too preoccupied and forgot the crying. His face relaxed and Damiano’s own eyes looked back at him. It was uncanny.

“Dadda,” he garbled.

“Yes, dadda,” Damiano confirmed, peppering his cheeks with kisses. When they’d decided to keep the baby, Damiano confessed to Chiara that he was afraid his own child would not recognize him. She promised him they wouldn’t let that happen.

“Yes,” echoed Icaro, sitting up to look around, then letting his head fall against his father’s chest. “Yes, dadda.” Damiano beamed. They’d become little people in a new capacity in the past month. They’d started to emotionally regulate, ask for what they wanted, use a word to communicate. There were so many more facial expressions, they’d run up and hug the legs of someone they liked, tugging on the fabric of their pants. Cosma did it almost every morning Damiano stood in the kitchen making breakfast. She’d let out a joyous giggle, then stomp her feet a couple times in a little celebratory dance. Damiano would mimic her, then she’d mimic him, back and forth until Cosma lost interest.

Damiano could feel his son fighting sleep. His hand would spazam a little then come back to rest on his father’s chest. Soon he was still, but Damiano kept moving just to make sure. There was something so comforting about holding a baby, or a cat, or a puppy. As if we were meant to cradle warm little beings in our arms, made to hold each other. The idea that a whole life could be contained in such a small embrace never failed to amaze Damiano. He carefully put Icaro back in his crib, supporting his head, covering him in a blanket he’d kick off.

He tiptoed back into the hall, ready for bed when he heard Cosma’s cries. Why did it always work like this? He rushed into Cosma’s room to pick her up before she woke Icaro. She continued to wail after he’d picked her up, pushing away at him. Icaro was an easy baby, Cosma...less so. He winced, knowing that the door was open, but heard it close behind him.

“I can take her, you go back to sleep Mr. David.” Gazala insisted on formally addressing him and Chiara.

“No, no, it's okay. I haven’t held them today.” Damiano went back to bouncing and swaying, trying to sooth Cosma with his movements.

“Okay. Let me know when you want help.” She puttered around the changing table for a moment, organizing what was already organized, probably waiting for him to change his mind.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Gazala.” She clicked her tongue in quiet disagreement, closing the door behind her. Damiano knew that their entire situation was abnormal. His amount of involvement was abnormal, and Cosma’s piercing wails weren’t doing him much credit. He shushed her, leaning down to smell her head. The smell was sweet, perfect and her hair downy soft on the tip of Damiano’s nose.

“Shh, you’re making daddy look bad.” It's like she understood and took it down a notch. That’s another thing: they’d started to develop reason. “Listen, you chill out, and I’ll let Gazala give you chocolate milk at lunch, instead of almond-coconut-whatever-the-fuck.” That one seemed to be a bit beyond her, but she’d moved to grabbing Damiano’s shirt in her fists, instead of trying to escape into midair. He hummed the melody to Walking After You by the Foo Fighters. Ocean sounds didn’t do anything to calm Cosma, but Dave Grohl’s vocals were, for reasons beyond Damiano, soothing. The tears had stopped, but she kept choking on her breaths and crying again.

Damiano lay back on the chaise lounge across from her crib, putting Cosma on his chest. This was the best way to normalize her breathing, out of instinct she’d eventually sync up with him. He ran a soothing hand up and down her back, at the pace of his breath. He switched to humming Everlong and Cosma’s fidgeting calmed. He could feel her breathing slow. He woke to Gazala lifting Cosma up and putting her back in her crib. He could see through the curtain that it was light out. Waking up in one of the kids' rooms, having fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position, didn’t even cause Damiano confusion anymore. He just accepted it.

“What time is it?”

“You have a couple hours until you have to wake,” Gazala answers. “You should go to bed Mr. David.” Damiano gets up to his feet, trying to locate the door. Gazala opens it for him. “Your bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right.” Another time this specificity would be funny, or even insulting, but Damiano does not have his bearing so right now it’s just helpful. He stumbles into the bedroom, still blinking hard. Chiara is such a light sleeper that she wakes.

“Dami?” She only has one eye open and is squinting from the brightness of the window. It's dawn.

“It’s fine,” he responds, collapsing on the bed. She nods once, seeking him out in the bed with her hand. When she finds him, he’s already asleep. She yanks the covers out from under him, pulling the comforter over then both. Damiano groans in dissent, until Chiara settles her head on his chest, where Cosma had lain just moments before. Damiano doesn’t need to open his eyes to know they have the exact same nose.

Notes: Thank you to @que--sera--sera and @lifeofa-fangirl for the name ideas! I'm not sure if this is fluff or just boring, but I tried. It's never proofread. I'm always accepting requests and ideas, but I don't take/respond to all of them. Chiara isn't intended to represent Dami's real partner. I don't know enough about G to write a character based on her. (But we are kind to G in this house!) Finally, how fucking gorgeous is Dami!? I love this pic because his face is deeply empathetic.

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Gucci’s Girl [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. grinding. multiple orgasms. pretty vanilla sex.

(possible) tw’s: infidelity (he’s engaged, not married).

SMUT under the CUT!

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Y/N, will you stay after for a bit?”

Mr. Gucci walks over to your desk.

“I need to ask you something.”

You nod, smiling up at your boss.

“Of course, Mr. Gucci.”

Inside, you were panicking. 

He’s never asked you to stay after work before, except on your first day, which made sense.  But this doesn’t make sense… 

He returns the smile.

“Excellent. Just come to my office.”

You continue to work, faxing and typing away until the clock read five. 

Everyone else begins to pack up and bids you farewell as you make your way up to Mr. Gucci’s office.

The wooden door has never looked more intimidating than it does in this moment, as you raise your knuckles and knock.

“Entra in.” (Come in.)

You take a deep breath before you turn the handle, forcing a smile on your face.

He looks so scary and intimidating when he sits at his desk, a fact that, when you told him, made him laugh.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. Come in, sit down.”

The chairs in his office are top-of-the-line, a refreshing change from the less-than luxurious chairs out on the floor.

Mr. Gucci lights a cigarette and takes a drag before standing up and walking around to take a seat in the chair next to you.

When he sees your confused expression, he laughs softly, taking another drag.

“I know you think I look scary sitting back there, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Your eyes go wide.

“O-Oh, that’s not what I meant—“

“I know, tesoro.”

He chuckles, eyes flickering over your face before he speaks again. 

“So, the annual House of Gucci Ball is coming up, as you know.”

You nod.

“And, I was wondering...would you want to...come with me?”

Your stomach drops.

“W-What?”

The CEO looks incredibly flustered and anxious, a new look for him.

“My fiancée isn’t feeling well and as the head of the House, I really don’t want to go alone…”

In a bold move, you reach out and gently place your hand over his. He looks up at you, and you smile.

“I’d, uhh, I’d love to go, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Great.”

The corners of his lips tug up into a genuine smile and his eyes dart away from yours as he takes another drag.

“I’ll have the company tailor come in tomorrow and take your measurements for a gown. And you’ll come here three hours beforehand in order to have hair and makeup done.”

You’re still partially in shock as he discusses dresses and makeup and hair. 

It’s become clear to you over the past few weeks that he has feelings for you, and you think they’re the same feelings that you have for him. 

But obviously, neither of you can act on them, no matter how badly you wish you could. He’s set to be married in a few months, and there’s a very strict company policy that forbids relationships between workers and their supervisors.

So, it left this unresolved tension between the two of you, and you literally just agreed to spend an entire night at an event with him.

The reality hits and you feel lightheaded.

Oh my god, I’m going to the company ball with Maurizio Gucci.

Four Weeks Later

The elevator dings and you step out into the now-vacant office. You see several people standing around a portable salon setup, and they all turn to look at you.

“Miss Y/N?”

One of them asks.

You nod.

“Si.” (Yes.)

They quickly sit you down in the chair and begin applying makeup and doing your hair.

-

You’re tearing up a little bit as you look at yourself in the mirror. Clad in a long, form-fitting gown and in full hair and makeup, you look and feel like a princess.

The stylist hands you a small accent clutch and almost immediately after, the elevator dings, and Mr. Gucci steps out, clad in a snappy black suit, not unlike what he wears at work everyday. 

That man is never not in a suit, you’ve learned.

His eyes go wide as you step down from the small platform. Your cheeks warm under his intense gaze.

The stylist looks nervous as his eyes roam your figure. 

She speaks up a moment later, voice meek.

“Il vestito e il trucco soddisfano i suoi standard, signore?” (Does the dress and makeup meet your standards, sir?)

He tears his eyes away from you, and nods at the stylist.

“Ha superato le mie aspettative.” (It’s exceeded my expectations.)

You’re blushing madly now, unable to meet his eyes as you feel him looking at you again.

Soon, the stylist packs up and leaves just you and Mr. Gucci alone. 

He clears his throat, breaking the silence.

“You look...beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tesoro.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, absolutely starstruck by his handsomeness. He somehow manages to look better and more attractive every time you see him. 

“You’re too sweet, sir.”

He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. 

“Please, I’m Maurizio tonight.”

You nod, trying his name on your tongue. 

“Maurizio.”

Mr. Gucci smiles as he releases your hand.  “We have a few minutes before the car gets here...would you like some water? Espresso?”

“I’m alright, but thank you.” You say. 

A few moments of sexually-charged silence lingers between you two.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me tonight.”

He says suddenly.

“I always enjoy our time together, Y/N.”

You smile.

“Me too.”

“Really? You do?”

Maurizio blushes slightly.

“It’s just...I’m an old man, you’re a young woman...”

You chuckle as you reach out to hold his hand.

“You’re not old, sir—Maurizio. And yes, really, I do enjoy our time together.”

“I’m glad.”

He says, eyes flicking down to your lips as he leans in a little bit.

Wait...what? Is he gonna… Fuck, oh god, this can’t happen...

Honk!

He flinches at the sound, standing up straight and clearing his throat.

“I guess the car is here.”

You chuckle nervously as he holds out his hand, and you take it, walking alongside him to the elevator. 

It’s a short drive to the hotel and when you two arrive, there are swarms of paparazzi, all crowding around the car when the driver pulls to the curb. 

Maurizio clearly sees your overwhelmed expression and tension, reaching over to squeeze your hand. 

“Don’t worry, tesoro. Just stay by my side and don’t answer any of their questions, yes?”

You nod and he gets out, walking around to open your door and help you out of the car. Immediately, when the press sees that you’re not his fiancée, the cameras flash even more rapidly and voices overlap one another. 

“Sei la nuova fidanzata di Maurizio?” (Are you Maurizio’s new girlfriend?)

“Maurizio, dov’e la tua fidanzata?” (Maurizio, where’s your fiancée?)

“Strumento a mano.” (Gold digger.)

“Puttana americana.” (American whore.)

They were all basically on top of you, asking so many questions and saying so many things about you, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Suddenly, Maurizio’s voice boomed through the crowd, and everyone fell silent.

“Lasciala in pace!” (Leave her alone!)

His arm wraps tighter around your waist, pressing you even further into his side as he walks you both into the building. The cameras and crowds were almost completely silent, still, and you were just trying to process it all as the two of you walked into the event, you still tucked into his side.

He stopped just inside the door and let you go, taking your hands instead, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

“Are you okay, tesoro? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You shake your head, still trembling a little bit. 

“N-No, I’m okay, just a little shaken up.”

“They’re vicious and relentless...mi dispiace. I should’ve warned you about them beforehand, but I’m relieved that you’re okay.” (I’m sorry)

“It’s okay, Maurizio, really.”

You smile sadly.

“Thank you for helping me.”

He wraps an arm around you again, gently squeezing your hip before rubbing it lightly. 

“Of course, anything for mi tesoro. I’m indebted to you for joining me tonight.”

You’re blushing, eyes darting away from his. 

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. It’s an honor to accompany you, and I’m sorry that my presence caused so much trouble for you, with the press.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles, eyes lingering on you for a moment before guiding you into the massive ballroom. 

You’re absolutely stunned by the beauty of it, the chandeliers glittering on the ceiling as they illuminate the entire room. 

Maurizio seems to notice your staring, and pauses as well, chuckling softly. 

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?”

You turn to him and nod, smiling. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Once you get inside and take your seats, Maurizio is immediately flocked with people wanting to speak with him. Some of them give you a judgemental glance or gaze, and you just look away, taking another sip of your wine. 

This is gonna be a long night.

-

Naturally, Maurizio has been talking to people nonstop all night, which was expected of course, but for some reason, you’d sort of hoped he’d make some time for just the two of you. You genuinely enjoy his company, he’s actually really kind and funny when he’s not in ‘work mode’. 

Why would he do that for you? You’re just his replacement date, Y/N, nothing more.

So, you sit back in your chair and casually nibble at the new dinner course that was put on your plates a few minutes ago. 

A dance song begins to play and suddenly, Maurizio stands up and holds his hand out for you. 

“Would you like to dance, mi tesoro?”

“Absolutely.”

You blush, biting your lip as you stand up.

He places his hand on the small of your back as you two walk onto the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck while he places his hands on your waist, holding you close as the two of you begin gently swaying to the slow tune. 

“It’s nice to step away from the table for a bit.”

He says, chuckling. 

“I only see these people once a year, so they always want to talk the night away.”

You laugh. 

“I understand, and I’m happy that I could provide an excuse for you to get away, even if only for a few minutes.”

“You’re anything but an excuse, Y/N.”

Maurizio says, blushing a bit. 

“I’ve been wanting to make some time to spend with you, but I haven’t gotten the opportunity. I’m sorry for that, this must be tedious for you.”

You shake your head. 

“No, it’s alright, although I do respect your fiancée much more now that I understand what happens at events like this.”

You jest, and he laughs.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m fine. You shouldn’t feel any obligation to keep me entertained, I understand my role for tonight.”

His face sinks ever so slightly, but he still smiles nonetheless. 

“I did hope to spend some time with you, though. Like I said, I enjoy spending time with you.”

The song suddenly ends and a much more upbeat one takes its place. 

Maurizio’s face seems to light up, and he smiles widely. 

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’re suddenly lifted up and spun around. You laugh the entire time and he continues spinning you. 

The whole world seems to fade and suddenly, it’s just you two on the dancefloor. 

Your eyes are glued on one another as he sets you back down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so genuinely. You briefly wonder how many of these moments he gets to have with his job.

You’re still laughing as he takes your hand and tries to twirl you around. He’s laughing along with you as you start to twirl, but you forgot how long your dress is, and you start to fall backwards.

A strong arm reaches down and scoops you up before you can hit the floor, and suddenly, you’re centimeters away from his face, his breath tickling your skin. 

He’s still smiling as he slowly stands back up with you in his arms. 

“Be careful, tesoro. We’re not taking any trips to the emergency room tonight, okay?”

You smile, unable to bring yourself to take your eyes off of him as you’re placed back onto your feet, his arm still around you, holding you close. 

You allow yourself, for the first time since your internship began, to take in all of his features. You let your eyes drink in his beauty and it feels like time has stopped. He’s even more handsome up-close, his pale skin a stark contrast to his dark eyes and the freckles sprinkled across his features. 

Before you know it, he leans forward and rests his forehead on yours, his lips so close now.

“Voglio davvero baciarti, tesoro.” (I really want to kiss you right now, treasure.)

He whispers.

His voice is so deep, yet soft and full of yearning. It sends a chill down your spine.

“Non ti fermero, bello.” (I’m not going to stop you, handsome.)

“Bene.” (Good.)

He leans forward the rest of the way and your lips connect in a tender embrace. 

You close your eyes and let your hand reach up to cradle the side of his face. 

He soon pulls away, a face-splitting grin on his face. 

You’re wearing a similar expression.

“Mi chiedevo quando l’avresti finalmente fatto.” (I was wondering when you were finally going to do that.)

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against his slightly.

Maurizio laughs softly.

“Mi chiedevo quando avrei dovuto farlo anch’io.” (I was wondering when I was going to do it, as well.)

The moment is quickly ruined when you realize exactly where you are, and you’re afraid to know how many people saw that. You quickly stand up straight and so does he, both of you taking a small step away from each other as you straighten yourselves out. 

When you turn back towards the table, all of the people stare right at you, and you feel your face get hot. You look up at Maurizio when he comes up beside you.

“I think I’ll just catch a cab back to the house…”

You say, looking down.

He looks over at the table, seeing his work colleagues giving you judgemental glares. His finger gently lifts your chin until you’re looking up at him again.

“Let me take you back, tesoro. It’s the least I can do, and we can talk about...everything.”

You nod. 

“I’m really sorry about this…”

Maurizio shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that in such a public space.”

Your cheeks get warmer. 

“Are you saying that you still would’ve done it?”

His cheeks go pink as he looks away. 

“Yes, I still would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

Is this real?

He clears his throat, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Why don’t you go up to the front while I retrieve our stuff from the table? I’ll make sure that no one says anything or thinks poorly of you.”

“Thank you.”

You say, smiling. 

“I’ll get them to call us a cab.”

He’s at the table for about five minutes while you wait by the door, anxious for what’s to come. 

“Sorry, mi tesoro, they tried to tell me that I shouldn’t leave early. But, I insisted on seeing you safely back to your house.”

“If you need to stay…”

You begin, but are quickly stopped.

“No, I’m going with you.”

You’re so flattered that he would leave the biggest company party of the year just for you. You.

The cab arrives shortly after and you two walk out into the warm Italian night air, hopping into the car. His hand rests gently on your thigh as the car pulls away from the curb. 

He sighs.

“I’m sorry that I got you involved in this. My life is...complicated, especially as someone constantly under the public eye.”

You don’t even want to ask this next question, but you have to.

“Maurizio, are you still engaged?”

His head turns away to look out the window.

“I’m not sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean, you aren’t sure? It’s a yes or no question.”

“Patrizia left me last night and she hasn’t come back.”

He says, choking up a bit.

You gently put your hand over his and he looks over at you.

“I’m really sorry, that’s...terrible. Did she say why?”

“I told her that I was taking you tonight, and she got upset.”

He sighed. 

“She asked me if I had feelings for you, since I talk to her about you almost every day…”

“You talk about me?”

Maurizio smiles softly, nodding. “Of course I do. Ever since you’ve been here, the office has been...happier. I’ve been happier.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to freak out over what you’re hearing.

“S-So, when she asked you if you had feelings for me...what did you tell her?”

He turns fully to the side, bringing a hand up to cup your face.

“Le ho detto la verita, che mi sono sentito per te sin dal primo giorno in cui sei entrato in ufficio.” (I told her the truth, that I’ve felt for you since the first day you walked into the office.)

You can’t help but smile as your face warms again, eyes darting away from his as he continues.

“Sono un uomo migliore con te nella mia vita, tesoro.” (I’m a better man with you in my life, treasure.)

“Maurizio, I…”

You begin, trying to find the right words.

“Lo so che non dovrei, ma mi sento anche per te.” (I know I shouldn’t, but I feel for you, too.)

He smiles, leaning in closer.

“Qual e la ragione dell-amore senza rischi?” (What is the point of love without risk?)

This time, you close the gap between your lips. His other hand comes to hold your face as you kiss, so much passion and want in every movement of your lips together. 

You move closer, legs draping over his lap.

Just as you make a move to sit on his lap, the cab pulls up to your house, forcing you apart.

Both of you are panting softly, eyes staring deep into each other’s.

“Tesoro, ti prego, faccio l’amore stasera.” (Treasure, please, let me make love to you tonight.)

He leans in and crashes your lips together again, this kiss filled with urgency, with lust, with need.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Ti voglio. Ho bisogno di te, per favore.” (I want you. I need you, please.)

Maurizio smiles, paying the driver before quickly hopping out of the car, rushing around to let you out. As soon as you step out, you’re swept up off your feet and carried bridal-style to the front door. You unlock the door and he quickly closes it with his foot. 

You reach up and begin planting kisses on his neck, enjoying the way he sighs softly. 

“Which one is yours?”

He asks, breathily.

“Upstairs, the loft.”

He makes his way up the small flight of stairs. 

“Is anyone else here?”

You nod. “They’re all on the first floor.”

Maurizio hums, gently placing you down on the bed before shedding his suit coat, hanging it on your desk chair, followed by his tie. He takes off his loafers and socks, placing them beneath his other clothes.

You’d barely gotten your heels off at the point. He laughs when he turns around and sees you struggling to get the shoes off. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it on the floor, holding your foot while he kisses your ankle and calf. 

He takes a moment to look at you laid back on the bed, once neatly done hair loosened, makeup a bit smudged. His lips pulled up into a smile, teeth playfully scraping at your ankle bone. 

“You have too much on, mi tesoro.”

You smile, standing up and turning away from him, silently asking him to unbutton and unzip your dress. He steps up behind you, breaths hot on your neck as his fingers work the buttons. 

His lips begin planting kisses on your shoulders, soon undoing the zipper, freeing you from the dress. You step out and stand before him in just your underwear, looking away as his eyes rake over your figure. 

Your cheeks grow hotter when you look down to see the tent growing in his dress pants.

“Etereale.” (Ethereal.)

He mutters, fingers working the buttons of his shirt, gently tossing it with his other clothes before working at the buckle on his belt. 

“Formidabile.” (Gorgeous.)

The leather belt was soon tossed onto the growing pile of clothing. He unbuttons his pants before stepping forward again, now almost right up against you. 

His hand wraps around your wrist and brings your palm to the tent in his pants, growling softly when it touches. He leaned forward, lips at your ear.

“For you, tesoro. All for you.”

You shudder as his lips plant kisses all over your neck while his hands roam your bare body, fingers teasing your breasts.

“You’re so sensitive.”

He breathes, hands squeezing your breasts gently. 

“When was the last time someone touched you like this, hm?”

“It’s been a w-while.”

You say, gasping when his thumb rolls over your pebbled nipple. 

“O-Oh…”

Maurizio grins, placing one more kiss on your neck before standing up straight, tugging his pants and boxers down. You watch in amazement when his length bobs as it’s exposed, mouth watering at the sight.

He smirks. “Do you see something you like?”

“Absolutely.”

You reply, biting your lip. 

He laughs softly. 

“Well...would you like to touch it?”

His cheeks flush pink. 

You nod, reaching to wrap your hand around the base. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he sucks in a breath when you begin stroking.

“Mmmmm, davvero buono.” (so good.)

His head falls back when you increase your pace, hips gently rutting forward. His eyebrows knit in the center of his forehead, small moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls away, letting out a shaky breath as his length stirs at the loss of contact.

“You are too good at that, mi tesoro.”

He bites his lip, fingertips teasing the lace waistband of your panties.

“May I touch you now?”

You nod, jumping softly when he all but tears the material down your legs, exposing your folds. He reaches down and cups your center, eyes widening when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh,”

He whispers, fingers tracing up to rub your clit.

“Tesoro...you’re so excited already, and I haven’t even touched you.”

Your hips suddenly buck forward out of instinct, and Maurizio chuckles breathily, rubbing a bit faster. You gasp, breath catching in your throat. 

“S-Shit.”

You allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure, head falling forward onto his chest. The small noises falling from your lips get increasingly louder as you draw closer and closer to release. 

His fingers suddenly push up into you, and you almost cum right on the spot. His digits feel so much better than yours as they begin plunging in and out, scissoring occasionally. 

“Lasciatemi prendere, tesoro, e ti acchiappero.” (Let go for me, treasure, and I will catch you.)

He whispers breathily, stroking faster. 

“Andiamo.” (Let go.)

His fingers curl up inside of you, and after a few rubs on your g-spot, you’re coming with a soft cry. 

“Maurizio...oh mio dio…” (Maurizio...oh my god…)

Your knees buckle and you begin to fall, but he catches you immediately, smiling down at you as his fingers continue to work you through your climax. He leans over to kiss you again, slowly and gently pulling his fingers out. 

“Lay back, mi tesoro, and open your legs.”

He whispers against your lips, standing back up straight as you sit down on the edge of the bed before laying back. 

You spread my legs, ready to receive him, and he smiles as he climbs on top of you. He’s still wearing his glasses, and while you find that humorous and quite frankly cute, it’s also incredibly arousing for some reason. You don’t dwell on it, wanting to focus on the moment unfolding before your eyes. 

Maurizio strokes his hardened length a few times, grunting softly, before rubbing himself across your folds. His eyes shut and he takes a shaky breath as your slick spreads across his cock. He starts pressing and rubbing the tip against your clit for a bit, smirking when your hips buck up against him.

He looks down at you, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow for you, tesoro.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, growling softly. He shivers, stopping when he’s about halfway in.

“Is it still okay?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, pushing his hips forward while you scoot closer, pushing him in the rest of the way.

“D-Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle.

He laughs breathily, nodding. 

“Indeed, it does.”

You take deep breaths while you adjust to his size, soon nodding, letting him know that it’s okay for him to move. He pulls about halfway out before pushing back in again, exhaling loudly as he establishes a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. 

“O-Oh, cazzo, sei fantastico.” (Oh, fuck, you feel amazing.)

Your jaw hangs open, body bouncing with each of his inward thrusts. You hold onto his biceps for dear life as his pace increases ever so slightly. 

“Maurizio,”

You breathe, looking up into his eyes. 

“Keep going, please.”

The bed squeaks as his hips’ movements grow more desperate. 

“Tesoro, I--cazzo--I’m not going to last.” (fuck)

He says, eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

“I h-haven’t done this--merda--in a w-while.” (shit)

You nod in understanding, moving your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“It’s okay, M-Maurizio, it’s alright.”

His eyes meet yours as he growls softly, shaking his head. 

“No, it’s n-not. You deserve better, t-the best, Y/N.”

Your thumb swipes on his cheekbone as his eyes tear up with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

“Y-You already are the best, bello, and I w-want you to cum, no m-matter if I have o-or not. I want you to p-pleasure yourself, okay? Don’t worry about m-me.” (handsome)

He smiles softly, falling onto his elbows, lips connecting with yours as he thrusts get harder. He grunts deeply with each thrust, breath hot and heavy on the side of your neck.

“Oh tesoro, I’m...close. Where…”

He searches for the right words, mind clouded with lust. He groans in frustration.

“Dove vuoi che sborra?” (Where do you want me to cum?)

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently. 

“Sono sulla pillola. Puoi sborra dentro, se vuoi, bello.” (I’m on the pill. You can cum inside, if you want, handsome.)

These words seem to awaken something in him, his eyes going black, hips suddenly rutting quickly and desperately into you. 

“Cazzo, sei incredibile, sei perfetto, tesoro.” (Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re perfect, treasure.)

Maurizio buries his face into the crook of your neck as he reaches climax, moans and gasps muffled by your skin. He buries his cock deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release, rutting them desperately as he fills you up.

“Y/N, oh dio, prendi tutto per me. Bene, sei bravissima, mi tesoro.” (Y/N, oh god, take it all for me. Good, you’re so good, my treasure).

As soon as he finishes, his hand reaches down to rub your clit in circles, eyes meeting yours.

“C’mon, let me pleasure you now. Let go, tesoro, give yourself to me.”

Your back arches and your hips grind against his fingers, mouth full of whimpers, whines, and gasps as his fingers rub you. You grab onto his bicep when you cum, looking up into his eyes. 

“Yes, oh Maurizio, yes!”

You gasp, moaning softly as your release spreads throughout your body.

He continues to rub you through it, cock twitching slightly where it still sits inside of you, causing him to growl softly. 

After both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, and you can see that he’s already hard again. He blushes, looking away for a moment.

“I...I’m sorry, that’s never happened before…”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Maurizio, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually sort of flattering, that I can do that to you.”

He smiles softly, laying down next to you, pulling you back against him. You didn’t realize exactly how hard he actually was until you felt him pressed against your back, and you felt bad.

“Do you…I mean, I can...”

You trail off, a bit embarrassed, hoping he got the point.

Maurizio immediately shakes his head. 

“No, tesoro, don’t worry. I will be okay.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip before you speak.

“If you wanted to, you could...rub it against me.”

You feel his member twitch at your proposition, and you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His cheeks are bright red.

“Will you show me?”

He asks quietly.

You smile, nodding. 

“All you have to do is start moving your hips against me, using my skin to rub on.”

He experimentally rolls his hips, jaw clenched as he tries to contain himself. 

“O-Oh.”

He tried it again, growling as his cock dragged along your stomach.

“Tesoro, it’s…”

You can’t pretend that this isn’t incredibly arousing for you to watch and feel. His tip was already red and leaking, so you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“Does it feel good, Maurizio?”

You feel him nod, hips moving faster now as he looks down at you. 

“Yes, cristo, it’s s-so good.” (christ)

His lips crash onto yours and he loops an arm behind you, holding you still as he begins rutting against you, growling into your mouth. He moves his head down to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Your s-skin is so soft, mi tesoro.”

He whispers, grunting with each forward motion now. 

His leg lifts up and lays over your hip, allowing him to thrust harder, hand still on your lower back. He’s close, you can tell, and you attentively watch the way his face contorts as he reaches orgasm. 

He suddenly hugs you tight, a choked sob against your neck as his seed spills all over your stomach and his.

“Ah! Ah--oh--cristo!” (christ)

You run your hands through his hair soothingly as he comes down, trembling slightly. He slides down your body a bit, resting his head between your breasts, kissing them gently. 

After a short while, he looks up at you. 

“Grazie, Y/N, grazie mille.” (Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much.)

You smile. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Maurizio, it was my pleasure.”

He reaches up and connects your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss before he pulls away, cringing when he feels the stickiness between you. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ve never...that’s never…”

You kiss him again, cutting him off.

“No worries, we can just clean it off. I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

You stand and come back a moment later with a wet washcloth, reaching down to wipe yourself off before Maurizio’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. 

“Let me.”

He smiles, taking the cloth from your hand, cleaning up the sticky substance before doing the same to himself. 

Your cheeks are warm as you look up at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, mi tesoro.”

He suddenly looks away, frowning softly. 

“I-I can’t stay tonight, Y/N, I’m sorry. If someone catches us…”

You shake your head, holding the side of his face.

“No, no need to explain. I understand.”

Maurizio nods silently, sighing as he begins to redress. You slip your panties back on, along with an oversized t-shirt and you pull your hair up into a ponytail. 

When he’s ready, you offer to go first, in case anyone’s still awake. He agrees, and you make your way down the stairs, looking around, not seeing anyone. You look up the stairs and nod, indicating that it’s okay. He makes his way down and you walk with him to the door. 

“Do you have a car coming?”

He nods. “My driver is already outside.”

There’s a moment of silence before Maurizio suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you against him as his lips crash down onto yours, the kiss desperate and full of longing. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. 

He pulls away slowly, eyes fluttering open. 

“Alla prossima, tesoro.” (Until next time, my treasure.)

You smile, biting your lip as he sneaks out the door, rushing down and hopping into the car waiting for him. 

As you watch his car pull away from the curb, only one thought occupies your mind:

Holy shit, I just slept with Maurizio Gucci.

[danhoemei]

Hi, danhoemei.....if you don't mind me asking who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hello thanad-zid, the curious sweetheart 💚 I don't mind at all, you actually made me think about the series I haven't thought about for so long! (I'll answer excluding danmei because that's material for a whole separate post and I partly answered that)

19 days by Old Xian - tianshan

(and zhanyi who I love with my whole heart but tianshan is The One for me akjvsbdv)

Tough on the outside but soft on the inside delinquent and the devilish lonely rich boy who'll go batshit crazy if his friends are in danger. Both of them learning to trust and very slowly showing their vulnerable sides to each other.... I can't say much, it's already a spoiler that they become closer because in the story they start as strangers or even "enemies". They're also secondary characters so they make appearance later in the story and gradually gain more importance (well, it started with them being secondary but tbh now they're one of the main characters with a lot of focus AND I AM SO HAPPY). But anyway, I am absolutely obsessed with them.

The original main pair (zhanyi) has completely different dynamic and vibe, but I love them and enjoy their story and relationship very much as well <3

This series has such variety of multilayered characters who honestly could have their own separate manhuas. I absolutely recommend 19 days, it started like absolute crack but gained so much depth and action and angst and questioning yourself and 'am I abnormal for having feelings for you' and trust and progress in relationships and-

I love this manhua so much, please read it, if you enjoy danmei you'll enjoy it.

Their story by Tan Jiu

You want a sweet story about a lesbiab who fell in love at first sight and then pursued her love interest, firstly becoming friends and learning about each other, everything among a lot of humor and shenanigans? Well here you go.

Brooklyn 9-9 - Jake and Amy & Friends - Monica and Chandler

I see similarities so I put them together lmao. They are wholesome and sweet, support each other no matter what, work for their dreams and for people they hold dear. The guys are hella funny but also very smart and cool, the girls are intense and ambitious and need to have everything under control but are also very sweet and loving. The shows are light and hilarious, good as a stress relief.

The Good Place - Chidi and Eleanor

First of all I recommend The Good Place in general, a wild ride of unexpected twists and turns, each reveal more “whaaat” than the previous one, with diverse representation and filled with philosophical questions and lessons, created by people who love philosophy. Its humor is incredible as well akjvndfv

Chidi and Eleanor are complete opposites - a nerd with severe anxiety issues who spent his whole life buried in books, and a bi disaster who partied hard, made a lot of bad things, and cared mostly about herself. They learn from each other and complement each other, all the while growing and changing right in front of our eyes.

Aggretsuko - Retsuko and Haida

HAIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA im love him your honor. Get a partner who can do both (be sweet and supportive, be badass and taking no bullshit). I truly believe they'd be happy and just right for each other, and I want them to be together 😭😭

Yuri on ice - Yuri and Victor

akhdbsdjkfnlsdf if you watched this then you know why. I recommend it if you want a good quality lgbt anime with an interesting story, diverse characters, and beautiful skating scenes 💚 I love this wholesome duo so much T^T

Svvord of Truth - Richard and KahIan

I kinda feel like I owe it to them to mention them here, probably my earliest couple on this list. It’s an old high fantasy series which I read when I plunged straight into puberty, I haven't read it as a more mature person so I wonder if there are some harmful stereotypes I didn't see or how many typical tropes there are (well e.g. the main guy is so ridiculously overpowered and smarter/holier-than-thou, and there is a lot of black and white there) but also it’s a really complex world with interesting mechanics. However, what truly makes me remember this series fondly is because it was there with me when I was going through a lot of hardships, showing me a rich world with many people worth loving, strong women who I admired and strived to be, wise people of different backgrounds, cultures, and ages. It taught me how important it is to be kind and compassionate, that no matter how desperate your situation can get there is always hope and a way, that people who care about you will be there for you when you need them, and that you need to reciprocate as well. To always “think about the solution, not about the problem” which became the thing I repeat to myself every time I start struggling. The main couple also showed me what I want to strive for in a good relationship - support, understanding, standing by each other’s side no matter what, deep respect for each other and treating each other as equals, working for the relationship, and most importantly trusting each other. The series might be a typical high fantasy but for my growing and messed up mind it was a good teacher who reminded me of things we consider obvious but tend to forget, and might have played a significant role in who I am now.

Ok, I wanted to add a short bullet-point list of some other couples but this list is already long so let’s end here xd

[luimagines]

Hi! First of all, I wanted to let you know that your writing makes my heart melt! All of your works are as funny as they are incredible, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with your blog!

If it’s okay to request, could you write something about the boys having to dance with the reader? And when they do, they start to catch feelings for the reader but don’t realize it? If it’s okay, of course ♡ have a good day!! And please, take all the time you need if you write it!

Masterlist

If I had a nickel for every time some one requested a detailed scenario where you can dance with Link, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I should have known there were those who yearn. (And I listened to the song you referenced anon, and it's nice but I personally like Sam Smith's version better.)

But yes, I'll see what I can do.

Part 1 will include Warrior, Sky and Four

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior wasn’t sure why the princess thought that throwing a party for the hero was considered a good thing.

Or at least not without warning them about it first.

He supposed she was just excited to invite heroes of the ears into her home and wanted them to feel that at least their efforts were appreciated.

But he hated this.

And Link knew he wasn’t the only one to think so if the looks of his companions were anything to go by.

But even as he makes his rounds amongst the elite, the fake and the genuine, he tried to make sure that his friends were at least have a comfortable time. He wanted them to know that they didn’t have to keep a face like he did amongst this group so if they wanted to have fun and dance and eat then they could.

They were guests in his home as well.

But no matter where he looked and no matter how many rounds he made, he noticed that were nowhere to be found.

Confused, he ventured outside the venue.

And as he looking for you, he just sees a silhouette against the moon light on top of one of the decorative rocks out in the middle of the rose bush maze.

There was no one else around and then again the guards and people were too drunk and joyful to notice someone breaking the ground rules of conduct or if they noticed, they simply did not care.

He makes his way toward the shadow and stalls for a moment when you look his way.

The way the light hit your frame seemed delicate and ethereal with an otherworldly glow to your hair and skin. The royal purple garb they gave you as a gift for not having anything suitable to wear to the party hugged your curves and angles in all the right ways. Someone must have offered you some jewelry to go with it because he doesn’t remember you having the gold necklace and matching head piece that pulls your hair back into a crown of curls tat frame your face in a divine manner.

Link found himself unable to breath for a second.

You smile and say, “I’m just taking in some air.”

“Not enjoying the party?” He blurts, worried for a moment that you’ve been uncomfortable this entire time... by yourself.... away from everyone.... just sitting in the darkness with the sounds of music and laughter in the background.

“It felt weird to be at a heroes party when I myself- am not a hero.” You shrug and lean back casually on the rock. “Here to drag me back Capitan?”

Warrior blinks and registers the change of pace in the music and will deny to the end of his life where he found the nerve to do what he does next.

He smoothly places the his cup of lightly bubbled alcohol on one of the lower rocks and holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me. Just once.”

You blink and also tune into the music behind the two of you.

It’s a slow dance.

You gradually smile and reach out to him, pulling yourself from the rocks surface and into his arms. “Just one dance.”

Warrior tries to hide the gulp that threatens to noticeably bob his Adam’s apple and places his hands on your waist and holds your hand respectfully. “Have you danced before?”

“Technically.” You answer and place your own hands in his and on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. “I while I know how to dance with the elite, it’s just never been my scene.”

“I know how you feel.” Warrior takes the leads and guides you through the steps of the song. He’s been through countless hours of training for battle- and not those that end in bloodshed- but those that take place in the ball room with the nobles and high end society that would have one looked at him scorn and distaste.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to get away.

But he does want you to enjoy yourself... if only a little bit.

The steps come naturally to him and he takes a moment to spin you around before you trip over your own feet.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you twirl and send the fabric billowing around you.

Warrior is struck stupid by the sight and almost steps off beat with the music. He’s quick to correct himself but he seemed to have your laughter on his mind on repeat.

“I’d stay out here with you if I could.” He admits as he repositions himself against you, trying to lead you away from the rose thorns and the maze itself so neither of you get caught up in it. “But unfortunately my disappearance won’t go unnoticed for long.”

“Oh...” You blink and look up into his eyes. “I suppose you really only have time for one dance, huh?”

He’s unprepared by how disappointed you sound and it would appear so are you with how quick you try to cover it up.

“It’s fine! You’re an important figure here, I guess it’s only natural that every one would want your attention. I hope you enjoy the party though. Unlike me, you deserve the recognition.” You smile genuinely but your eyes look like they’re trying to get some unknown message across.

“If I can somehow get away again-” Warrior rushes to keep your smile there and to include you in the collective joy the party was supposed to bring. “-Will you save another dance for me?”

You hum and tap you finger to you chin in thought. “It hasn’t been that bad being out here by myself...”

Warrior really hopes that you let him dance with you again even when you pull apart to the end of the music. 

But you grin and reach up to boop his nose with the same finger. “Alright soldier boy, since you asked so nicely I’ll save the last dance just for you.” 

Warrior laughs a little breathlessly and has to force himself to step away from you. He hopes to any and all who can hear them that’s he’s not actually blushing right now. “Ok. I’ll be back then.”

“I’ll be waiting.” 

Sky

Sky was sure that every one was having a great time. 

The music was loud and energetic and his friends were all off doing their own thing while the festival was in full motion.

It was a celebration for the people’s loftwings since it was usually the time of the year that they left their rider’s side- presumably to go lay their eggs for the next generation of riders.

But it was all fun and games for everyone involved.

Wind and Four seemed to be in a highly competitive match of toss the sack with Twilight being the point keeper on the other end. Wild and Hyrule were busy enjoying the food and no doubt collecting the recipes (Sky was hoping that Wild would make the food so he was no way inclined to stop him). Time and Warrior were off in a corner, talking to each other with a cup in each of their hands. Legend stood next to them without a cup but he seemed to be more interested in the décor and loftwings themselves.

But you...

Sky stopped walking along the ribbon perimeter and looked over to you.

You were by yourself... You didn’t particularly happy..

And that just won’t stand.

With subtle determination, he marches over to you and taps your shoulder.

You seem to blink back into the present and raise an eyebrow to him in return.

He can see the question on your lips just as you’re about to say it so he juts his head into he direction of the dance area with a simple hand out in your direction.

He hopes his intentions are clear.

You eye his hand and snap your mouth shut with a soft click. Sky gulps  suddenly, a strange bout of nervousness attempting to choke his system as you take your time to think about his offer.

Sky would never force you to do something that you don’t want to do but really (and he has no idea where this urge comes from) wants to dance with you.

Just once.

Just once to see you smile and enjoy yourself.

To see you happy.

You place your hand in his, soft and small and so much different than his own. “Lead the way, Boy Wonder.”

You smile and he returns your gesture, gently pulling you toward the open area as the next song starts. It’s light and airy and it’s enough to keep you moving even if you both stall for a minute to just sway side to side in each others arms.

Sky didn’t know that he’d feel so whole and accomplished by just holding you.

Emboldened by the tune of the events, Sky takes a step back and twirls you around as the music flows up and down again just in time to bring you back into his arms.

You laugh. “Perfect timing.”

“I do try.” Sky winks.

You giggle to yourself with a small shake of your head but you keep swaying with Sky across the dance floor.

The music comes to an end and Sky does his best gentleman’s bow as he lets go of you completely- even if he finds that he doesn’t want to. “An absolute honor to dance with you.”

The music starts up again in a similar tune but all he would have to settle for is just one dance. It’s all he’s comfortable with asking from you. 

“Sky wait.” You blurt.

He turns around to see that... well you seemed to have startled yourself as well.

“I um..” You bite your lip and vaguely gesture to the musicians in the distance. “They’re not done.”

Sky smirks a little. “But the song is.”

“I uh... Just one more dance?” You hold your hand out to him this time and he stares in shock.

Not for long though.

He’s quick to place his hand in your and pull himself back to you. “I’d love to.”

Four

Four was excited to show everyone around the Festival of Fools. It was his favorite time of the year where everyone got to be silly and destress and play and eat and dance.

Four had always run around trying to do what he could never get away with on a typical day but right now he had to make sure his traveling companion didn’t actually burn the town down.

He loved them but he’d lying if he said that he wasn’t just the tiniest concerned over their facial expressions when he said that anything goes really- no laws but those of the people apply today.

Which made him the temporary babysitter for some of the more rowdy ones.

But he had lost sight of you a while ago.

Not that he was concerned or anything but... He did want to spend time with you.

The festival doesn’t happen everyday and he knew that there would only be so many days left that he’d be able to spend with the group and even less so that they’d be given a chance to relax and unwind.

That thought urged him forward to find you.

If only to make sure that you were having a good time.

He had found you by the food court where you munched on a meat stick and watched as the people came and go.

You looked bored.

Now Four knew that parties weren’t entirely your scene and you weren’t the kind of person to go and throw yourself into the middle of it all.

That being said it still rubbed him the wrong way when you looked like you would rather be anywhere but there.

 He oughta do something about it.

Just across the street a band had begun playing music for the people to dance to, now that they’ve usually had their fill for lunch.

Four saw you look over and smile, basking in the edges of their amplified joy and amusement.

He grinned and ran over to you, tugging your hand into his own and pulling you close to him. “Dance with me!”

“Wha- Four? Where’d you come from?” You dropped the finished stick in shock and followed him as he dragged you to the open space just beyond the food cart.

“I live here.” He laughed and spun you around. “Just one dance!”

“I- but- Four!” You dug your heels into the dirt and stopped the both of you from reach the destination. “I can’t dance! I- I’ve never danced.”

Four turns to look at you and smiles encouragingly. “Just let loose, it’s easy. There’s no right way to move, you just do. Just feel the music and my lead.”

You bite your lip and Four takes the moment of hesitation to pull you forward again. you let him and soon find yourself on a dirt arena with lively music and people all around you.

“Don’t let go of my hand ok?” Four grins.

You find yourself grinning as well and soon you’re both spinning and jumping and leaping and twirling around each other to the beat of music.

It’s fast and fun and within moments on simply holding onto Four you find yourself laughing uncontrollably as he throws you around like a rag doll in which ever way he likes.

He’s stronger than you imagined him to be but then again... He’s a blacksmith.

It shouldn’t be all that surprising.

Somehow in the midst of it, he throws you in the air and over his head, catching you in a spin and letting you catch your breath and the music dies down and another begins.

“You ok?” Four asks, a little breathless himself. He doesn’t think he’s heard you laugh so hard or for so long.

It’s nice.

“That was fun!” You managed to say in between your giggles.

Four’s grin widened and even if he knows it’s not your style.... and he only asked for one, he holds his hand out again just in time for the next crescendo to begin.

You look up and look at him and his hand...

You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his and he pulls you close to him again.

You spin and laugh and jump and twirl well into the night, completely forgetting about the others until you have to turn in for the night.

Four’s feet hurt by the end of it and he’s exhausted but to see and hear you smile and laugh and enjoy yourself in what is arguably his favorite time of year was completely worth it.

He hopes that he can spend more time with you... He hopes for just one more dance before it all ends.

Part 2

[julek]

a humble offering to @west-moor and @kueble, for bringing this post to life. they’re very dumb, your honor. | read on ao3

It starts at dinner one night. 

They settled in a few days ago, bringing the ice cold from the mountains and the snow with them, after trudging up the Killer for two weeks. They sit at the wooden table and before them stands Vesemir’s famous roast, the one Geralt had told Jaskier all about. 

Geralt helps himself to some potatoes, and gestures to Jaskier’s plate. “You want some?”

Before Jaskier can nod, Lambert cuts him off. “Darling,” he says with a pointed tone.

Geralt turns to him, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What?”

“You seemed to have forgotten you were speaking to your bard, there,” Lambert quips, and sits back with a knowing smirk. “Just wanted to help you out.”

Geralt blinks. “Uh.”

Jaskier notices the way he’s frozen in place, and gently touches his forearm, ignoring Lambert’s non-sequitur. “I’d love some, Geralt. Thank you.” 

“Uh,” Geralt repeats, and doesn’t take his eyes off Lambert as he fills Jaskier’s plate. “Sure.”

+

Jaskier pads into the kitchen the next morning, eyes still fuzzy with sleep and an old, worn woolen sweater hanging off his shoulder. Geralt looks up from his bowl of kasha and smiles. 

“Morning,” Jaskier mumbles, and sits down at the table. 

“Good morning.”

The shout comes from the pantry, followed by the unmistakable sound of pans and cups clattering. “Morning, honey!” 

Jaskier narrows his eyes, and looks at Geralt for help. He shakes his head. “Um. Hi?” 

Out of the pantry walks Lambert, hands full of baking ingredients, a flour scar crossing his cheek. “How’d ya sleep, sweetheart?”

Jaskier decidedly does not blush a bright shade of red. He doesn’t. “Well, that’s just— thank you, Lambert, for asking. I slept well, even though this keep’s freezing cold and my bed was entirely too big for one fragile bard such as myself.”

Lambert frowns. “What do you mean, too big? You’re not sharing with Geralt?”

Geralt chokes on his kasha, momentarily. Jaskier snorts and shakes his head. “No, I’m staying in the east wing.”

“Ah,” Lambert says, a wolfish grin on his face as he ties the apron behind his back. “That’s… interesting.”

He shoots Geralt a look that’s there a second and gone the next, and Jaskier would’ve missed it, if not for the developed skill of observing Witchers and their fleeting emotions. Still, it’s a look he can’t decipher, a mix of amusement and mischief. Best not to find out, he decides. 

“So, Lambert,” he starts, a touch louder than he should. “What’s that you’re making?”

+

Geralt had warned him, Jaskier thinks in retrospect, that Lambert was a bit weird. An acquired taste. And he is, Jaskier won’t deny it, but he’s also incredibly unpredictable — his gruff demeanor and rough disposition always, without fail, betray the sweet words that leave his mouth. 

He’d been brushing the horses down when Lambert ruffled his hair and called him dear. Geralt nearly dropped his sword one morning, when Jaskier walked out onto the courtyards and Lambert called out hello, sunshine. On their way to the library to get absolutely smashed, a gentle touch to his elbow and little bird. 

They’re all incredibly sweet, incredibly unexpected delicacies, and Jaskier doesn’t know what to make of them. Sure, Lambert isn’t horrible to look at in the slightest, what with the entire lean-body, scarred-face look he has going on, with the playful teasing and easy smiles he gets out of him. He’s objectively handsome, and funny, and kind, when he has to be, and Jaskier has let him know, many times. He hasn’t been exactly subtle in feeling his muscles through his linen shirts and sending looks his way whenever he’s said something salacious and tempting — signs so clear even the brother of one of the Continent’s most oblivious Witcher could read them. Which is why it’s so infuriatingly confusing, the fact that name-calling is all Lambert’s got for him. 

And it’s not lost to him at all, the way Geralt frowns and fiddles with his medallion whenever Lambert lets a honey-sweet pet name slip. He doesn’t miss the way Geralt stubbornly looks straight ahead, focused on absolutely nothing at all, nor the way his mouth twitches, almost, almost resembling a pout. 

It’s amusing, to say the least.

+

“Well, I’m off to bed, my wonderful friends,” Jaskier announces one night, after playing a few annoying renditions of Toss a Coin, until he got Eskel to break and beg him to stop. 

The wolves say their goodbyes, and just as Jaskier’s about to leave the Great Hall, Lambert calls after him. 

“Night, love,” he says, offhandedly, and continues his conversation with Eskel, as if nothing had happened. 

Jaskier scans the room, and his eyes fall on Geralt, who’s trying very hard to remain seated, even when his knuckles are white and his leg is bouncing wildly enough to propel him into the night sky. His amber gaze follows Lambert’s movements and if Jaskier didn’t know better, he’d say Geralt was about to throttle his brother. 

“Hmm.” He murmurs. “Goodnight, Lambert. Goodnight, Geralt.”

Jaskier smiles sweetly and leaves the room at a leisurely pace. He can feel Geralt’s eyes on his back.

+

One particularly chilly afternoon, Jaskier’s leaving the library when he hears voices that carry through the hall. 

“Well? Gonna explain yourself?”

Oh, the middle-aged woman that lives inside Jaskier’s heart and loves to gossip jumps up and down in joy at the prospect of what seems to be a very interesting conversation. He slips out of the room and presses his back to the wall, even when he knows the Witchers could sense his presence. It’s more fun if there’s a risk to get caught, he reasons. 

Lambert’s voice is low, and Jaskier can hear his smug smile as he says, “Well, you weren’t doing anything about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Geralt’s voice echoes. 

“It means, you thick-headed idiot,” Lambert drags the words out, like he’s speaking to a child. If Jaskier’s quiet, he can hear the way Geralt’s blood boils in his veins. “That you’ve been walking in circles for too long. Jaskier’s here.” At the mention of his name, the bard perks up. 

“I know that, Lambert. I invited him. What’s that got to do with this— this sweet talking thing you’ve got going on? It’s weird. Creeps me out.”

“What? I can be decent when needs must!” Comes Lambert’s offended retort. “What I’m saying, pretty boy, is that he’s a good thing, the kind that Witchers never get to have. Not that you own him or anything— it’s just. He’s good, and he’s obviously waited for you to make a move, sometime in this past decade. He’s here, for fuck’s sake— in an old ruin in the middle of fucking nowhere, holed up with four Witchers and a goat, nothing else. Ain’t exactly a walk in the park.”

Jaskier stands very still, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Hmm. I still— I don’t deserve him.”

Lambert laughs. “Well, too bad, then. You can’t come to me with that self-deprecating shit, I’m not Eskel. But, fuck, if you don’t deserve him, who the fuck does? Certainly not me, but— I need you to listen very closely— he won’t wait forever. He might even settle for me, if you don’t make a move soon.”

“Ugh.” 

“Yeah.”

Geralt’s footsteps echo down the hall, moving closer to Lambert, Jaskier thinks. 

“You’ll stop with the pet names, then?” 

Lambert laughs, again. “Absolutely not. It’s too fun seeing you get all hot and bothered.” He steps out of the room, thankfully, in the opposite direction, and calls out, “Don’t fuck it up!”

Jaskier lets out a breath and slides to the floor, gathering the new information in his brain. Geralt wants him. He wants him, and worst of all, thinks he’s undeserving — damn him and his humility. He lets out a laugh in disbelief. 

Geralt wants him. 

+

The next morning, when Jaskier walks into the kitchen, he’s greeted by a blushing Geralt. 

“Hi,” Jaskier says, an amused smile curling his lips, and sits down at the table. “How are you this morning, dear?”

Geralt pushes a bowl in his direction, a bit too strongly. “Good.” He coughs. “Uh, I’m good… Sugar face.” 

“Huh?” Jaskier stops mid-bite. He quickly regains his composure. “Um— that’s good, I’m glad, yeah.” 

Geralt grimaces, and an awkward silence follows. Jaskier digs into his breakfast with more enthusiasm than necessary, until Lambert walks in, firewood under both arms. 

“Lambert! Thank the Gods— I mean, uh, it’s so good to see you. It’s a bit chilly this morning, isn’t it? I’m sure you agree, what with coming straight from the great outdoors and such— I’m going to the library, if anyone needs me, uh, just,” he rambles as he washes his bowl, “just call. You know. My name. Jaskier the bard, ha— that’s me! Anyway, see you.” 

He makes haste to leave the kitchen, and as he walks down the hall, he hears Lambert clicking his tongue. 

“Fuck, Wolf, it’s not even mid-morning.”

+

Jaskier stays in the library until the sweet aroma of Vesemir’s stew reaches the room and his stomach rumbles pleasantly at the thought. Given the way he’d fled the kitchen, he wouldn’t be surprised if no one called him to lunch — they probably thought he was having some sort of stroke, with his word-vomiting and hurried escape. He’s just opened a new book when he hears a knock. 

“Come in,” he says, voice steady.

The door opens, and sure enough, Geralt’s standing at the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face and a terribly endearing flush creeping up his neck. 

“Hey, love,” Jaskier says, because it’s difficult to call him otherwise. “You okay?”

“Hmm.” Geralt walks over to his chair, and stands there awkwardly until Jaskier gestures to a bench next to him. “We’ll have lunch soon.”

Jaskier smiles. “I was just thinking about that. It’s stew, isn’t it? Oh, Vesemir spoils me so.”

“Thought you’d be hungry,” Geralt says, looking at his hands. “You left breakfast early.”

Jaskier pales, then lets out a nervous laugh. “Oh! Yes, well, I had suddenly remembered a book I just had to examine more closely, and—”

“Jaskier.”

Geralt’s looking at him now, and Jaskier closes his mouth, choosing to look back into his amber eyes and wait for whatever comes. Nothing does, for a while — they just stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak up. Finally, Geralt does. 

“I invited you up here, to spend the winter with me,” he rasps, “because I couldn’t bear the thought of not being close to you, Jaskier, I— I can’t stand it.”

Jaskier’s heart breaks a little. “Geralt.”

“I should’ve asked you to come up here years ago. I wasn’t brave enough. Thought you’d hate the idea.” He grimaces. 

“Geralt,” Jaskier repeats. “When you asked me to come here with you— you have no idea what it meant to me, knowing you still wanted my company. I couldn’t have been happier.”

Geralt sniffs and gives him a weak smile, his white hair falling on his face.

“I’m not good at this,” he says, and gestures vaguely at the space between them. “The whole…”

“Calling me disgustingly sweet and somewhat alarming pet names?”

Geralt nods.

“I know, dear heart.” Jaskier takes Geralt’s hands in his own. “I know, and I don’t expect you to.”

“I’d still like to call you something, though,” Geralt says, the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. “Can’t let Lambert best me.” 

Jaskier snorts. “So it’s all about honor, then?” 

Geralt shakes his head. “It’s about you.” 

And oh, he sounds so sincere, so open and fragile, Jaskier can’t find it in himself to tease him any further. 

“You know what I loved the most about traveling to Kaer Morhen with you?”

A tiny frown knits Geralt’s brow. “What?”

“‘T was when we stopped in those hamlets, the ones that aren’t even on maps,” he murmurs. “Where you gather your supplies, where people know you and call you by your name. You know why?”

Geralt shakes his head.

“Because,” Jaskier whispers, bringing their foreheads together, “whenever they asked you about me, about who I was, your answer was always the same.” 

He’s my bard, Geralt had said to the horse trader when they bought a mule. My bard, he’d answered, when the chatty shopkeeper had inquired about the colorful fellow trailing after him. My bard, he’d said with a shrug and a fond smile, as Jaskier and the tailor entwined themselves in an argument about fabrics and the season’s colors.

My bard. 

“You always called me yours.” 

Jaskier closes his eyes when he feels Geralt’s lips on his own, a soft, gentle thing. They move slowly, simply exploring — when they part, there are kisses being pressed to his cheeks, his brow, the corner of his mouth and his jaw.

Geralt smiles at him, and Jaskier smiles back, aware that they probably look like two lovesick fools staring at each other, but far too gone to care. 

“I don’t need flowery names or honey-soaked terms of endearment,” Jaskier assures him. “Being called yours is more than enough.” 

Geralt presses a kiss to his knuckles. “Hmm. Can’t go around claiming you as mine, though. ‘S a bit archaic.”

“Mm. You’re right. Love of my life, my moon and my stars should be enough, then. Rolls off the tongue, even.”

Geralt growls. “Jask.”

“Dearly beloved— no, that’s too formal— I’ve always been fond of Angel, though I doubt I’ve earned that title.” 

Geralt kisses him again, and Jaskier half-suspects it’s less about the tender gesture and more about shutting him up. 

“I’ll think of more, you know. You can’t distract me with kisses forever.”

Geralt huffs a laugh. “Okay.” He pecks his cheek. “Bard.”

“Yours,” Jaskier says smugly. 

Before Geralt can open his mouth, the library door swings open. 

“Fucking finally, Geralt! We’re all so very happy for this revelation, way to go, and all that.” He clasps his hands together. “Now, you both need to get your asses to lunch, otherwise Vesemir will kick you out. Jaskier, baby, please be grossly in love with Geralt later.”

Geralt groans. “Fuck off, Lambert.”

He leaves with a cackle. Jaskier smooths out his doublet, gets up and holds his hand out to Geralt. He grins.

“You coming, sugar face?”

[mrskurono]

a/n: Alright so I have baby feels (bc I’m ovulating, fucking hormones) and like all the kids I ever see are people giving the characters girls. Which, yeah its cute, but you know I want some hq headcanons with boys! So here we are me feeding myself content like a heathen :) tags: timeskip spoilers, fluff, parent!HQ characters, nothing that invovled its just kids headcanons, fem!reader involved  character(s): Kageyama Tobio (hq), Hanamaki Takahiro (hq), Kindaichi Yuutarou (hq), Suna Rintarou (hq)

Kageyama Tobio + Two Boys

;| You know what’s funny, these boys were both 100% planned but Kageyama is that idiot that forgets each time you end up pregnant

;| “It’s positive???”  “Love, you literally circled the ovulation day on the calendar so you could tell Fukuro you’d be late.”  “Oh....That’s right.”

;| They both look like Mini Tobios™

;| He’s exceptionally proud of that in fact, dresses them up in volleyball gear constantly and makes sure each kid has a volleyball

;| Closer in age than he and his sister were. The oldest is about three when the other is born

;| They’re exceptionally close simply by the fact you both do everything with them if Kageyama is working

;| But conversely when he’s not training or working this man has his kids with him everywhere

;| Schweiden group actually loves these two (and you) Romeo adores kids as does Fukuro. Toshiro and Tatsuto are like the best weird uncles they could have. Kourai is just a larger child. And Ushijima keeps crayons in his work locker for the kids (and draws with them)

;| Work takes up a lot of time but in honor of his grandfather Kageyama stresses the importance of family a lot

;| Be default his kids really get along and love each other as well as kinda being momma boys

;| But Kageyama is whipped for you anyways so it would make sense both his sons listen to mom without hesitation 

;| Often mistaken for twins even though ones older

;| Avid volleyball players as they grow up but Kageyama never pressures them to be as competitive as he was, constantly reminded of how bitter it was during middle school and high school to be alone, so Kageyama prioritizes fun before anything else

;| The oldest might follow in their father’s footsteps but both of them always keep interests in other faucets of life that Kageyama appreciates because he wants to see his kids happy how they want to be happy and not just because he’s a volleyball player

Hanamaki Takahiro + Three Boys

;| “Lets have another one.”  “Well, what’s one more.” 

;| Basically that’s how you end up with three kids

;| Makki adores kids and honestly he’s never had an issue with them and they listen to him really well (maybe it’s the deadpan stare)

;| One boy leads to another, then two lead to three, no you were never “trying” for a girl and honestly Makki is over the moon with three boys. Having had just sisters, he thinks it’s terrific

;| They’re close in age, like, 2, almost 4 and maybe 6, you guys wasted no time and really it paid off

;| All three of them are tight knit and at some point you had to worry if they were ever gonna make friends outside themselves (don’t worry they did)

;| While you might not have ended up with three mini Makki’s, they all three have “the stare” that sometimes you get all four of them sitting together and looking at you it feels like a judgement 

;| Really they’re just looking at you but it’s hard when they look so unenthused and judgey

;| Makki is super involved (whether he’s working or a stay at home parent is up to you) Regardless he puts other dad’s to shame 

;| This man adores each of them in their own way and never pushes the volleyball narrative on them

;| One or two of them might but none of them really make something of it. All of them though are incredibly smart and end up being Seijoh kids

;| Uncle Mattsun is their favorite because he has gross stories to tell but Uncle Iwa is a close second because apparently it’s genetic all three boys wanna beat him in something

;| Makki’s pissed because Iwa lets all three of them out do him in whatever sport it is they like

;| Makki is still trying to arm wrestle Iwa

;| All four of you men are incredibly soft and down to earth, Makki still makes time for you even with three kids and somehow makes you feel like the sexiest person alive

;| But no, a fourth kid is 200% off the table

Kindaichi Yuutarou + Two Boys

;| After Kindaichi gets through with his apprenticeship and is working, suddenly he’s found himself as a nervous first time parent

;| Not that it wasn’t planned, you both just stopped trying to prevent it

;| The first one was hard, neither of you will lie but Kindaichi’s dedication to mastering this baby stuff really sold you on another one when he asked if you son should have a sibling

;| A little bit more of an age gap, think four when the second is born, but honestly your first is as touchy and sensitive as their father so being a big brother comes naturally

;| Out of all three of them, Kindaichi’s kids end up the perfect blend of you both. Except the hair, both boys have widows peak and dark hair there was no avoiding it I’m sorry

;| Somehow having the second one was easier. Kindaichi kept them strapped to his chest or packed them around while big brother helped and suddenly you were way more free than the first time around

;| Both boys are incredibly smart and very personable 

;| You joke that at least they didn’t inherit their father’s anxiety

;| Kindaichi finds this less funny

;| Both boys though are avid learners, great at making friends and enjoy volleyball

;| Yeah they end up Seijoh kids again and they’re like class 6 and up, they’re smart its scary

;| Thankfully as adults Kindaichi’s been able to reconnect with or stay connected with everyone so the boys have a huge support net

;| Uncle Kunimi swears up and down he doesn’t like kids, but somehow knows these boys so well that their birthday and Christmas presents are amazingly thoughtful. 

;| The oldest actually ends up playing more professional volleyball while the other one either dips into another sport or works in the healthcare field 

;| They’re both huge momma’s boy’s though and do not be surprised that they still ask for your advice and approval no matter how old they get

Suna Rintarou + One Boy

;| This little shit looks exactly like their father

;| Middle part, black hair, unenthused look, what the hell was the point of carrying him for ten months for him to look exactly like Suna

;| Who obviously thinks its the best thing on earth and gloats about his Mini Me more than he will admit

;| Suna excels in the weirdest parenting aspects

;| Physical touch and comfort? Amazing, can get his son to stop crying instantly. Remembering to do things like point at colors and say the names? Kinda forgets that

;| Another one who packs his kid around but opts for a carrier so his hands are free

;| Does workout with his kid attached to him, Suna ends up being an avid walker/hiker afterwards because it was low impact for you after childbirth and your kid loves the outside

;| Will never allow the twins within twenty feet of his offspring

;| Komori and Washio though? Oh yeah no shows his kid off constantly to those too

;| Gets asked when you’re gonna have another one by the way Suna is so over the moon with the first one

;| Inherits the knack for volleyball like their father has and Suna won’t lie he kinda enjoys it

;| Sets up a net outside and the both of them play a lot

;| Though he won’t admit it, Suna really appreciates Kita’s and Aran’s interest in his kid and feels a little proud when his old senpais tell him what an amazing kid he has

;| Suna always deflects it and says it’s only because it’s your kid

;| Deep down though he’s screaming because seeing his kid toss a ball to another Japanese Olyimic player melts his heart to no end

;| Maybe one more....maybe

[xfandomseverywherex]

Something New

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Language

Requested: N/A

Note: I have decided I’m going to start writing for Corpse, just because his music does smth to me. let me know if you want anything specific :)

You were new to this whole streaming thing. Sure, it was incredibly fun to play games with friends online, and getting to show people your interests and make money off of it was great, but it was more than that. At first it was just because you were bored, but now... you don’t know what you would do without streaming. 

You weren’t a big account, having only 25,000 or so subscribers, but you were growing in size recently due to some collabs with other streamers. They were slightly bigger than you, nothing major, but just having the opportunity to be recognized by others was an amazing feeling. 

You sat down at your desk, opening discord and checking your latest notifications. You saw you had a friend request from someone you didn’t recognize; you added them back without a second thought. You didn’t even look at the nametag. You continued looking at your notifications until a message popped up:

CorpseDiscord: Hi! I know you don’t know me but I’ve seen a few of your past livestreams and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me and some friends in an Among Us lobby soon? If you would like to meet us first that is fine, I could arrange that for you. We’d love to have you join us!

Oh my God, this can’t be real, right? You were a tiny streamer, barely known by anyone. On the other hand, the whole world knew Corpse! He was a household name at this point. You didn’t know how to respond to the message, so you did what felt right. 

(Your/User): Oh my god is this real please pinch me

You didn’t just say that. If this is real, you just made a fool out of yourself. Oh no, he’s typing! You wanted to crawl into a hole and take a nap forever.

CorpseDiscord: It’s 100% real, but I understand the confusion :) If you want we can call (no video for me of course) and you can hear my voice.

Oh my God. THE Corpse Husband just offered to speak to you, a lowly streamer. The shock was setting in. 

(Your/User): Of course yeah lemme just brush my hair haha

The call went great, it turned out to really be Corpse. You had made plans to play Among Us with a bunch of other well-known streamers the following week and to say you were shell-shocked was an understatement. You felt honored to be acknowledged by them, and even more honored to be included with them. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days pass with you talking to Corpse in your guys’ free time, exchanging numbers so you can exchange memes easily. You learn that he’s extremely funny; he has a dry and dark humor, but can also be humored by little things, especially when he’s tired. You two grow closer over the week and it’s nice to have a friend that can relate to the stresses you feel every day. Of course, he has different stresses like music and health issues that he rants to you about, but you don’t mind listening. 

The day of the Among Us lobby has come and you’re practically shitting yourself. You text Corpse, simply saying:

Me: help!!! I’m dying of nervousness

Corpse🖤: don’t worry !!! they’re gonna love you, i think you’re great and they will too :)

What a charmer. You hop in the Discord call and you’re instantly greeted by a handful of greetings, including one from your newest and dearest friend Corpse. 

Everyone is very kind to you the whole lobby, and most are very shocked at your Among Us skills. The lobby was unmodded since they’d never played with you before, but now it seemed like you knew what you were doing. 

“Damn, (Your/Tag), I didn’t know you had that in you,” Toast commented, a hint of surprise in his voice. 

“Yeah, she’s full of surprises, huh?” Corpse replied. He sounded almost proud. 

You laughed nervously, thanking everyone for having you and ending your stream before ending the call. You heaved a large sigh of relief, a ping coming from your cellphone. 

Corpse🖤: you did great, can’t wait to have you join us more :) 

Me: aw, how sweet! send me a hand pic as victory ;)

Corpse🖤: *attachment: 1 image*

Me: WAIT I WAS KIDDING

Maybe you could get used to this. 

[hilplusterrorss]

zukka + either 12 or 16?

16 - Cheshire Kitten by S J Tucker (#12 was Achilles Come Down so ah. We’re not doing that LMAO I’m not up to the task of delicately handling such topics wrt Sokka or Zuko)

But heavy is the crown that’s always hidden / tender is the heart you’ll never see / hard and fast shines the grin that we flash / but there’s a vulnerable stripe or two on me

————

Sokka’s composure slips almost the instant he leaves the council room. His hands tremble with anger, and his jaw works tight to keep his face serious. To keep it from crumpling.

They have no right, none of them, to talk to him the way they just did. He’s a council member, same as them, and the ambassador from the water tribe! They’re not higher up than him, but they sneer and talk down to him like he’s nobody.

Well.

It’s not like they’re completely wrong.

Sokka may be connected to them, but he’s not exactly one of the great heroes that ended the war. He’s not Zuko, who beat the legendary Azula for his place on the fire nation throne. He’s not his sister, the greatest waterbender to ever live, who was there for that battle. He’s not Toph, the greatest earthbender and inventor of bending metal, that’s for sure. And he’s obviously not worthy of the honor Aang receives.

All of them did incredible things throughout the war. They’re the ones that brought peace. Sokka was just kind of along for the ride. Katara’s in training to be chief of the Southern Water Tribe. He sits around the fire nation palace and offers ideas for reconstruction that no one but Zuko listens to. It’s near impossible to get anything passed, with all of the old guard holding on to their colonialist traditions. They don’t respect him, and why should they? So he’s smart. They don’t care about smart. He’s funny; none of the council members have senses of humor. He has good ideas, but they don’t listen to him because of where he’s from, because of the color of his skin and eyes. Because he still wears his water tribe clothing (albeit altered so he doesn’t suffocate in the fire nation’s heat) and wears his wolf’s tail with pride. They don’t respect him.

He was really excited about this idea too. The council was discussing changing the curriculum in schools, and Sokka had offered to gather some interviews from people affected negatively by the war, from all nations.

Of course they spat on him, he should have expected it, really. But something about it really stung this time. As usual, he played it off with a smart remark that would get him in trouble speaking to a superior and kept the facade of unaffected calm until the council was dismissed, but now he can replay what the old guy said over and over in his head.

“You’ll never belong in our history books, boy, and you’ll never belong here. You aren’t worthy to speak to our children, much less teach them.”

Obviously, Zuko had shut the man down, but the words still cut. As soon as he could, Sokka was the first to leave the room and marched straight for the room he and Zuko favor for sparring. He needs to hit something, before he lets the cruel words make him want to hit himself.

He grinned insufferably at the nasty old man on his way past him, but he isn’t sure it was believable. They’re all a bit old for the childish game of pretending to be unaffected.

Sokka flings his overlayer to the side as he enters the training room, not looking to see where it lands or bothering to hang it up like he should, and marches to the far side of the punching bag in the corner. He gives it a couple of test taps. It feels good.

“You aren’t worthy.”

Sokka throws four punches in quick succession, inhales, exhales, throws four more. He punches and he punches until it hurts to and he realizes he forgot to wrap his hands again. He‘s always doing that when he does this. Small bloodstains on the bag are evidence of that. He doesn’t care. The pain takes his mind off of the feelings of inadequacy and smallness.

“Sokka?” a voice calls from the hall. “You in here?”

Around the bag, Sokka can see Zuko stick his head into the room. He sees the robe lying unceremoniously on the floor, then looks over at Sokka, smiling apologetically.

“There you are,” he says. “I expected as much.“

He comes over to Sokka and his bag and holds it away from him. “Let me see your hands,” he demands.

Sokka grumbles, but holds his hands out, knowing that arguing is useless.

Zuko tuts and ghosts his thumb over Sokka’s knuckles, which aren’t bleeding yet, but are almost there. “You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself,” he murmurs, and guides Sokka over to the bench on the other side of the room and starts to bandage his hands with the set he keeps in here for these occasions.

Sokka snorts. “There’s no need, I’m not even bleeding,” he says, trying to push Zuko away uselessly. Zuko just grips his hands more firmly and wraps the bandage tight, until Sokka has trouble bending his fingers down there.

He sighs, and Zuko pauses, squeezing his hands and softly saying his name. Sokka looks up to appease him, then wishes he didn’t.

Zuko is looking at him with sad, guilty eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says, still quiet. “I’m sorry they talk to you like that. I do what I can not to allow it, but I haven’t found replacements for the councilmen that hold to the old ways yet, and until I do, I can’t dismiss them. I’m-” He inhales sharply and finishes tying off the bandages. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to deal with this from them, or anyone.”

Sokka nods, already mentally dismissing the words. Kind as they are, he’s heard them before, and they help sometimes, but don’t fix the anger and hurt that tremble in his chest. But this time, Zuko continues.

“I’ve had enough of it, though. It’s time I do something about them.“ Sokka looks back up at him and is surprised to find anger in his face, along with the sadness and guilt. “I’m getting rid of them. Until I find a new council, we’ll simply stagnate for a while. Take a break from politics and big decisions.”

Sokka can’t believe his ears. “What?”

“I’m not dealing with their reductive and harmful objections to progress anymore.” Zuko is calm, but he has that determined note to his voice that means there won’t be any convincing him otherwise, and attempting to do so would be dangerous. “Not after their behavior today. And last week, and the week before that. They’ve had countless chances to improve, and they’ve ignored them all. They’re gone. After today, you won’t see them again. At all.”

Sokka is reeling, unable to wrap his head around Zuko’s announcement, but Zuko plunges on.

“In fact, I think we should take a holiday in between. Just you and me. We could go visit Uncle in Ba Sing Se, or the Southern Water Tribe. Yeah, we should go see Aang and Katara and your father. It’s been too long since you’ve seen them.”

Sokka stares at the Fire Lord for a solid minute, what he said slowly sinking in. Sinking in. Sinking in.

He’s getting rid of them . . . for me, he realizes.

And seeing his dad and Katara . . . Sokka always forgets how much he misses them until the prospect of a visit comes up. That sounds incredible. Wonderful.

He says as much, and Zuko beams, beautifully, splendidly, radiantly, like the sun itself has entered the room. “Good,” Zuko says, and pulls Sokka into an embrace as warm as his smile.

Sokka squeezes him tight, trying to convey his affection and gratitude through the hug, because he thinks that if he tries to speak, he might cry.

“And Sokka?”

Ah. He braces himself for the punch.

“Don’t worry about being perfect and happy all the time, okay? You don’t have to be happy every minute of every day, you know. You can go a little crazy sometimes. Even—no, especially—to those old farts that think you’re stupid. Okay?”

Tui and La, Sokka thinks, every day he finds a new way to make me fall in love with him.

He smiles, eyes wet, and squeezes tighter. “Okay.”

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The lyrics (bc the whole song is cool and a bit lesser known I think):

I grew up seeing things a little differently / appearing, disappearing, / hardly innocent nor tied down to the ground // I learned to roll and tumble with the punches, / glory in my stripes and spots, / walked by, invisible, and never make a sound // but heavy is the crown that’s always hidden / tender is the heart you’ll never see / hard and fast shines the grin that we flash / but there’s a vulnerable stripe or two on me // maybe any place outside of Wonderland / is not for me, my friend // so if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay // sun up, sun down, the shadows guide me down / in Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way / but if you find it in your dreams / you can find it at your day job / somewhere south of hell // take the path to left or right / with just your gut to guide you / the story is not for / anyone else to tell // go down the rabbit hole and out the other side / can’t go home in the middle of the magic carpet ride / gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon / can’t forsake the journey for the safety of your room // until you learn / your lesson well // I have learned to see and hear / everybody loud and clear / but the truth comes out in riddles that are safe enough to share // that’s how it is in songs, you see / and stripes always looked good on me / whether or not I’m really there (smile hangs in the air) // and heavy is the burden of the wise ones / when no one understands a word they say / the Jabberwock never bothered anyone / but nobody believes him to this day / and why should they? // but if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay // sun up, sun down, the shadows find me out / in Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way / but if you find it in your dreams / you can find it at your day job / somewhere south of hell // take the path to left or right / with just your gut to guide you / the story is not for / anyone else to tell // go down the rabbit hole and out the other side / can’t go home in the middle of the magic carpet ride / gotta greet the sun before his lovely daughter moon / can’t forsake the journey for the safety of your room // until you learn / your lesson well // (learn your lesson well) / (learn your lesson)// is it the stripes or the spots you see? / was it hearts or diamonds, baby, brought you here to me? / darling, you know better than to trust a pack of cards / what have we learned? The world is / never as mad as it could be / never as mad as it could be // (scatting) // and if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay // and if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay // and if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay // and if I leave my grin behind, remind me / that we’re all mad here / and it’s okay