#they're my comfort himbos your honor

[terrainofheartfelt]

any date headcannons?

oooooh so open-ended I love it!

being an ~Athlete~ Nate is habitually a morning person and typically runs in the mornings. Dan can not understand this. Nate will pester Dan to come on runs with him every so often because it's good for Dan's mental health, but, god, at what cost?

Nate starts learning to cook under Dan's tutelage. there's the basics: eggs, pasta, grilled cheese, pancakes. the first time Nate manages to cook breakfast on his own he is so proud of himself. but there are a couple times when he sets off the smoke alarms.

Nate is such an easygoing down to earth guy, so he's not typically or outwardly materialistic, but every so often he will say something so rich-boy-unhinged, about food or wine or clothes or hair products and Dan takes psychic damage.

they do their own march madness brackets every year and they never win, but their bet is who loses first buys dinner and drinks next time they go out.

my favorite vocations of choice for Natie change with the wind: community outreach for a major league team, PT for a major league team, school teacher, pediatric nurse, social worker, but Dan is always a writer/house-husband/stay-at-home-dilf. he goes to grad school after college, and nate is his rock through it

(I think it was waldorfhistoria who told me that in the books Dan goes to a MFA program at U of Iowa? what if Nate followed him to the midwest? omg, what if nate follows him to Iowa and that's how he learns to be a grassroots organizer?!?! ohhhhh the potential...)

i already put this in my dilf!date fic, but Nate is the one who proposes. he plans this big romantic trip to the mountains, he gets use of his uncle's ski lodge, he books this grand romantic dinner but before they get to that night, Dan gets injured on the slopes, and Nate feels so bad about it that he just mopes the whole time bc he just wanted Dan to have a romantic, happy time and be able to walk and now he's like "i can't propose after i almost killed him!"

but Dan picks up on his bad mood and in typical Dan fashion teases until he pushes Nate over the edge and Nate goes and gets the ring and he's like "here!" and dan is just *shocked pikachu face*

but OF COURSE Dan says yes and their people are very excited and Blair says she'll be throwing them an engagement party but not until Dan's ugly walking cast is off

also when the cast is off Dan does his own proposal and gets down on his knee because Nate deserves it!

Nate's parents are Trash and aren't very supportive of date from the start but Nate goes through his mourning period and is pretty much at peace with cutting them out. If they don't want to be here then they don't deserve to be.

and all of Dan's parents (all three of em) bend over backwards to make Nate feel like he's in their family - which he like, basically already is.

the first time Alison sees him after he breaks up with Howard and Anne she tells Nate "I'm Mom. Don't you ever call me anything else."

their wedding is small. they go somewhere together every summer, a house on the beach, maybe Hamptons, maybe elsewhere, so after they get engaged they tell their people, "Okay, we're going on our vacation these days, we'll be getting married then, come if you want" (of course they want). so Jenny, Eric, Serena, Vanessa, Blair, Scott, Rufus, Lily, Alison, they all come. (Howard and Anne are not invited, but they are informed)

Eric officiates. Serena makes a toast that opens with "I take full credit for this relationship!"

Nate is not A Reader, but Dan firmly believes that there's a book niche for everybody, after some trial and error, they find that Nate's is FANTASY. Howl's Moving Castle becomes one of his favorites.

Before they have kids, when Dan goes on book tour, Nate will always come along for a week or two. He's very good at working a room, and shining a light on Dan is his favorite reason to do it.

[bluehairlaunch]

7 Best Yamcha Looks & The Absolute Worst

Honorable mention, OGDB Yamcha.

The kanji on his shirt means 'Comfort', btw, because even early Yamcha knew he was a himbo

23rd World Martial Arts Tournament

It's probably non-controversial to say that I prefer my Yamcha scarred and with long hair. And that ponytail? That ponytail right there is why you're not seeing Yamcha being exploded by a Saibaman, because he looks the same in both arcs, but I stan boys with ponytails I can grab onto. He looks so good like this that I can overlook the orange pajamas + blue sweatbands

Trunks Saga

Hey everyone it's now the 90s. My dude is sporting a baggy scoop neck long sleeved top tucked into high-waisted, pleated pants, and his short fuckboy hair that I think only Bulma seems to like, because whenever they're on the outs he grows it back out again. I generally don't care for short hair Yamcha, but the scars help differentiate him from your standard twink, and the overall outfit looks like something you'd see Sailor Uranus pull off far better. It's dope

Whether or not you like this look tho, Tien definitely approves

GT Yamcha

And now it's the late 90s. I don't know why he's still wearing his Buu Saga banana suit 15 years later, but it and his messy cropped hair would've made the cut if not for this tight ponytail. It looks so silky smooth, like he finally realized he can have long hair AND condition it

Baseball Yamcha

So I don't really care for baseball, but my city has the best stadium and one of the worst teams, so tickets are next to nothing. I also crushed on some of the varsity baseball players in high school, so I have a soft spot for this stupid outfit.

Also imagine how good his ass probably looks in baseball pants

Super Yamcha

Dragon Ball Super sucks ok, but when you're right you're right, and Yamcha in a white tang suit and grey pants was clearly a correct decision

Training for the 21st World Tournament

Look at this babyfaced boy and his first beard. The blue gi works much better for him than Roshi's orange and I adore his shaggy bangs

The Worst: Yamcha's Vegeta Cosplay

I'm sorry, but it really really really REALLY wasn't about your looks. You guys tried it for 10+ years and your personalities just don't mesh. Sometimes people aren't right for one another and that's OK.

The Rarest Yamcha

Blink and you'll miss Yamcha at his absolute finest. After he's done training for the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament, he changes into this black and white number, and meets up with Bulma and Puar in West City. Bulma doesn't recognize him at first and immediately gets his hair chopped off, although she seemed really enamored by this look, so idk why she bothered. He was perfect here

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Happy STS Anna!

What’s your “comfort zone” for writing?  (what genres / tropes are you most comfortable with?)

What are your favorite tropes to read or write?  Bonus if they’re rather specific.

~Morri (@memento-morri-writes)

(please answer this one instead of the non-anon one! Tumblr glitched and sent it early. I like to keep my blogs separate.)

Happy STS Morri!

I'm comfy with pretty much anything fantasy or sci-fi, but steer clear of paranomal stuff (i can do spooky, but not straight up horror). Found family where they're all dumasses leaving chaos in their wake will always be my baby and it will be in most likely everything I write.

As for tropes... here's a list off the top of my head:

A character gets injured and their lover/best friend/sibling/parent/etc is like "Nobody touches them!" (That one scene in Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian MY BELOVED)

Autism x adhd ship pairings. Even if neither one is canonically nd and is just coded nd that's fine by me

Choatic gremlins. Just- chaos gremlin characters. Even better if they come in groups or pairs- romantic or platonic, I don't care.  give me gremlins causing chaos and making their existence everyone's problem

Protective love interests that are soft for their lover and hostile with everyone else, bonus points if they're at least a little bit morally gray and not opposed to murder. Westley, Raven, Percy Jackson, Katniss Everdeen, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, you get the idea. Those are my favorite love interests

I also love the oddly specific ship dynamic that is: scary powerful lady falls in love with a himbo that's too dumb to be scared of her but drinks enough respect women juice on the regular to be proud and supportive of everything she does and thinks she's amazing. (there's a post somewhere but I can't find it rn).

super niche but: main character's mom seems harmless, but is actually a total badass. bonus points if the main character is super protective of her and is a total momma's boy (see: Sally Jackson in PJO, Raven's mother, and Barbara Lake TOA: Trollhunters) (i've said this one before but idc)

That thing when the hero has been doing this for so long that they're not even phased by anything anymore, they're just like "ah shit, here we go again... *sighs, it's not even 8 in the morning yet*" (Peter B. Parker in Spiderverse, Ninjago, Percy Jackson in everything after the HOO series)

Found Family but they're all dumbasses my beloved (see: Guardians of the Galaxy, Percy Jackson Heroes of Olympus, D&D: Honor Among Theives, etc etc)

Thanks for stopping by Morri! @memento-morri-writes !

[thespookiestparker]

what is up, my dudes!

yes, it is in fact, 3:30 in the morning,

BUT

i have a new baby lil oneshot for you peeps. So, if ya like Steddie, here is the first of many lil oneshots. I took a tiny break from writing Spideypool to spill out my thoughts on these 2 cause I adore them. As the tags say, Steve Harrington needs a hug, so I made Eddie give him one lol

they're my comfort himbos, your honor

[michelangelinden]

Anyone who asks (Everyone, really)

My guys!!! I finished the sequel to ‘Rambo the Hamster (don’t give Reggie a cat)’ and it’s pure Willex fluff. You can read it here or on AO3, please let me know what you think, I’m so excited!!

***

  Alex kicked open the door to the garage.

  “Somebody hand me a cat right now. I need to hold something or I’ll fucking break!”, he exclaimed as he marched into the studio. Luke, Reggie and Julie all turned to him looking shocked. He knew he was making a very dramatic entrance but he felt like he needed it, like he deserved it.

  “You can hold my hand!”, Reggie said, raising it into the air. “Both of them”, he added, raising his other hand too.

  “Thanks, man, but I’d rather squish a kitten than you.”

  Julie made a horrified face but Reggie jumped up immediately, picked James the cat off her lap and pushed it into Alex’ grabby hands. Alex accepted him, dropped himself onto the sofa between Julie and Luke and started petting the cat aggressively.

  “Are –“, Julie started, “are you okay?” She looked back and forth between Alex’ worried face and the cat comfortably squished between his hands. The question hung in the air for a minute and while Alex continued to pet James the cat at a rapid tempo and felt the concerned looks of his friends on his face, he calmed down a little.

  “Yes”, he answered eventually. “Or no. I don’t know yet.”

  “Can we, I dunno, help you? Or something?”, Reggie asked hopefully but also a little confused.

  “Where were you, by the way?” Luke gently put a hand on Alex’ knee but Alex flinched in surprise and he pulled back again.

  “Sorry”, Alex muttered and took a deep breath. He carefully loosened his grip on James the cat, who curled up on his leg and fell asleep immediately (Alex just had that effect on him). He continued to stroke him but much slower and more carefully.

  “I was down at the pier, with Willie.”

  “Oh. Is he okay? Did- did something happen?” Julie sounded worried.

  “What? No. No, he’s fine, just –“, Alex swallowed, “can I have a hug? Like not a I’m-sad-and-need-affection-hug but an I-can’t-believe-this-is-real-hug?”

  Both Julie and Luke nodded enthusiastically. Julie pushed one arm behind his back and hugged his stomach, her head on his chest, and Luke threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Reggie, who had sad down on the floor in front of them, hugged his left leg.

  “Okay”, Alex started, “so we met on Sunset Boulevard, you know, like we always do.” Julie nodded against his chest. “And we walked for a bit and then he –“, he felt himself blush a little, “and then he took my hand and we poofed to the pier. And I thought like ‘okay, he took my hand so that I don’t get lost when we poof’ but then he– he didn’t let go? And I was a little confused by then.”

  “Nah, man, he likes you!” Luke punched him softly and chuckled.

  “Wait, wait, I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah, Luke, shut up”, Julie said and poked Luke in the side. He yelped and went to poke her back but Reggie cleared his throat and the two settled down again.

  “Yeah, so we just, you know, walk along the beach, as one does, he continues to hold my hand, ‘what the hell is up with that?’, I think and then we find a spot a little off from all the other people, not that they can see us, I mean, but it feels a little more private if there’s less people around, even though they can’t even see us …”

  “Yeah, yeah, we know, please continue”, Reggie interrupted him, patting his knee impatiently, and Alex took another deep breath.

  “Anyways. We sit down on the sand and he lets go of my hand, which, like, makes sense, because we’re not moving anymore. But then, as we’re sitting, and we both have our legs pulled up, he kind of pushes his knee against mine?” Julie gasped and lifted her head to look at him.

  “He didn’t!”

  “He did!” Alex nodded at her. “And we’re both wearing shorts so it’s – it’s weirdly intimate.” Julie shrieked a little and squeezed him.

  “Alex, that’s so exciting!”

  “Wait, wait, I’m not done.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Shush!” Both Julie and Reggie silenced Luke. Alex swallowed.

  “So we’re still talking, I don’t even remember what it was about, and then he takes my hand again, and I kind of start to freak out a bit, and then –“, he paused.

  “And then what?” Julie squeezed him again.

  “And then he kisses me.”

  A beat.

  Then yelling.

  Julie squealed again and hugged him even harder, Luke punched his side excitedly and Reggie jumped up to drum on his knee. James the cat woke up, hissed a little and fled off his lap but Alex couldn’t blame him.

  “Dude, that’s amazing!”, Luke yelled and Alex was sure he’d get a bruise on his shoulder.

  “What was it like?”, Reggie asked and Julie kicked him.

  “I don’t know.” Alex frowned. “Short. But, um, but sweet.” He paused and blushed again. “His, uh, his lips are really soft”, he all but whispered but Reggie still heard him and made gagging noises.

  “Hey, you asked”, Julie said and kicked Reggie again.

  Then Alex remembered the other thing.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards”, he mumbled, barely audible.

  “What?”

  He cringed and cleared his throat.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards.” He wasn’t proud of it.

  A beat and then Luke and Reggie started laughing loudly. Julie just looked at him with an incredulous grin.

  “Oh my god.” She laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Yeah, he said so too.” He groaned. “But then he kissed me again, so I think I’m good.”

  The other two boys were still laughing, Luke had slipped dangerously close to the edge of the sofa and held his stomach.

  “Of course, you’re good! You kissed!” Julie shook him. “Alex, that’s so exciting. I’m so happy for you!”

  “I’m happy too”, Alex admitted, blushing. Julie grinned at him.

  Reggie and Luke began to calm down, they were both sitting on the floor, holding each other’s shoulders.

  “And?”

  “And what?” He frowned.

  “Did you talk about it? The kiss?”

  “Uh, no?” He thought back to what happened after they kissed the second time. “We just kinda stared at each other for a second and then we were talking again. And then I realized I was late for band practice so I came here. End of story.”

  “You didn’t even tell him you like him?” Reggie asked, a little shocked. Alex was surprised he was still following the conversation on the sofa.

  “Sorry, I was a little in shock, after, you know, being kissed by Willie.” He shrugged and they all laughed.

  “Sorry, you’re right.”

  “Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me back, so it probably would have been really awkward if I told him”, he shrunk back into Julie’s arms, now very much in doubt of the whole scene.

  In front of him, Luke and Reggie said “Dude” and “What the hell?” at the same time and Julie pulled her arms back from his body to put her hands on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks a little and making him look at her.

  “Oh Alex, sweet, sweet Alex. I don’t know if you know this, but when you kiss someone that means that you really like them, okay?” He nodded slowly, but he didn’t know if he did it himself or if Julie’s grip on his face made him. “There is absolutely no possibility that Willie doesn’t like you.” She let go of him and he looked down at where he had his hands clasped together in his lap.

  “You really think so? You haven’t even met him.”

  “We know so”, Luke said, “we’ve met him.” Alex looked up and saw that both him and Reggie were smiling at him. He looked over at Julie and she was smiling too.

  Yeah, maybe Willie did like him. He kissed Alex, after all. That had to mean something.

 ***

   It had been almost two weeks since Willie had kissed Alex for the first time. He had been so, so nervous, like close-to-throwing-up-nervous, but Willie had wanted to do that for so long that just kind of did it, when the opportunity arose. He still had no idea how he’d gotten the confidence to do it, but he’d done it and he didn’t regret it for one second.

  It had been short, not more than just pressing his lips onto Alex’, and he’d probably almost missed his mouth, and Alex had said “yowza” afterwards which was the reaction Willie had least expected from him, but they’d laughed and then they had kissed again and every time Willie thought back to that moment he had butterflies ice-dancing in his stomach.

  Since then, they had met twice. When they had met at the park by Julie’s house Willie had been afraid at first, that it would get awkward, they hadn’t really talked about the kiss. But it hadn’t been, really, they’d just talked and laughed, like they always did. And after they had chased each other around the lawns (which they hadn’t been allowed to step on, but no one tells ghosts what they can’t do), Alex had pulled Willie close and kissed him, long and slow, and then he’d run off again and Willie’d felt like he would combust at any second.

  They hadn’t kissed when they had met down at the pier again – or not really, at least. But Willie didn’t mind, they’d walked along the shore for what felt like hours, holding hands the entire time. And when it had been time for Alex to go home – he was always worried about being punctual – he had stroked Willie’s cheek softly and had pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of Willie’s mouth and when he had poofed away, Willie had to lay down in the sand to process it.

  Every time he thought about any of these situations, he felt his heart flutter and his chest bloom warmly, his hands itching to hold Alex’ and his lips yearning to be pressed against his. He missed him and an uncomfortable amount too, and he needed to put a stop to the uncertainty hovering around them every time they met.

  He was on his way to Alex right now, the wheels of his skateboard flying over the concrete, bringing him closer to the Molina’s house with every passing second and he felt the nervousness spread from his stomach all the way into his fingertips. He hadn’t known he was still capable of feelings like these up until he met Alex, but he was glad he could still feel all the exciting emotions that came with being giddy about a crush.

  He stopped his board in front of the driveway, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He hoped Alex was home, because if he wasn’t, the afternoon he had spent worrying about what to say when he saw him, had been for nothing.

  He could see the tips of the setting sun glowing behind the roof of the garage, basking it in soft, orange light.

  He took another breath before walking further, rounding the corner to walk down the steps. He stopped only for a second before phasing through the wooden doors of the studio, not allowing himself to think too much about it.

  He was greeted by an unexpected sight. The studio was empty apart from Alex laying on the couch, as asleep as he could be. There were three furry creatures curled up on his chest and only when Willie squinted could he identify them as- kittens?

  “What the-“, he started and Alex startled awake, his eyes flying open and meeting Willie’s in surprise. The three kittens rose up immediately, tumbling off Alex’ chest onto the couch and then onto the floor, meowing loudly (screaming, to be honest) as they made their way over to Willie as fast as they could.

  He lowered his board onto the ground and crouched down to greet them. They let him stroke their heads and only the black one tried to bite him, which he took with a laugh. They were cute and soft and Willie was momentarily distracting from his mind, which he greatly appreciated. His eyes crinkled in adoration as the grey one started purring under his hand, flopping to the side to let him tickle its stomach.

  “Hi, Willie”, he heard Alex say from the sofa, and Willie looked up to smile at him.

  “Why did you hide them from me? I would’ve come over much earlier if I knew that they were here.”

  Alex chuckled in response, finally sitting up on the edge of the couch.

  “Sorry”, he said, fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist.

  The black cat took another try at biting Willie's finger off.

  “That’s Andy, he’s a little rude sometimes”, Alex explained and Willie laughed at that.

  “Yeah, I noticed.” He turned to the black cat. “Please leave me my fingers, little guy, I need them.”

  When he looked back up at Alex he was watching them with a soft smile on his face.

  “What are the others called?”, he asked, turning back to pet the grey one, still purring on its side on the ground in front of him.

  “The spotty one is Michelle and the grey one is, uh-“, Alex paused, causing Willie to look back up at him, “that’s James the cat.”

  Willie squinted at him in amusement.

  “Why those names?”

  “Please don’t make me say it.”

  Willie just tilted his head a little and Alex sighed.

  “They’re our middle names. Andrew is Luke’s, Michael is Reggie’s and James-“, he sighed again, “is mine.”

  Willie smiled brightly at the new information about Alex and got up, careful not to scare the cats.

  “You didn’t pick them”, he said and it wasn’t a question, he already knew the answer. Alex shook his head.

  “Julie forced them out of us. She wanted to name them after us because we’re so similar.”

  Willie looked down at the grey cat, that has gotten up from the floor and was now tiptoeing around his legs, still purring.

  “Let me see”, he started, kneeling down again, to scratch it behind its ears. “Always seeking physical contact, very soft hair”, his gaze flicked up and met Alex’, “very cute. It fits.”

  Willie watched with a smile as Alex’ cheeks darkened in a blush and he looked down at his hands in his lap.

  “You can’t just say stuff like that”, he said quietly.

  Willie got up again, slowly walking over to the couch.

  “Why not?”

  He was standing in front of him now and leaned forward carefully, settling his hands on Alex’ knees. Alex looked up at him, the red on his cheeks deepening.

  “It makes me blush”, he almost whispered. He unfolded his hands and gently set them on top of Willie’s.

  “That’s the point”, Willie answered, squeezing Alex’ knees and leaning a little further into his space. “It’s cute”, he added.

  Alex hands slid a little further up Willie’s, his fingers slipping past the cuffs of Willie’s sweater, closing around wrists. Willie watched as Alex’ gaze flicked down to his lips, just for a second, before meeting Willie’s again.

  “Can I kiss you?”, Willie whispered and the warmth in his chest bloomed when Alex nodded.

  He closed his eyes and dipped his head a little lower to catch Alex lips with his own. He smiled against them when Alex grip on his wrists tightened. His lips were soft on his, the kiss sweet and gentle and Willie felt like he could get lost in it, if he wasn’t careful. He tilted his head a little, allowing Alex to push closer, his thumb stroking Willie’s forearm.

  They separated and he chased Alex’ lips with his, a quiet laugh escaping Alex and they were still so close that Willie felt it on his face.

  “What?”, Willie asked quietly and smiled. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Alex' were still closed.

  “Nothing”, Alex whispered and leaned his forehead against Willie's. He slowly breathed in through his nose, taking in the warm feeling surrounding them.

  Willie took in a sharp breath and Alex pulled back immediately, his eyes flying open and looking at Willie in concern.

  Willie looked down his legs to see the black cat hanging onto his sock, its tiny claws piercing through it into his skin, and huffed a laugh.

  “Ow”, he said, more out of reflex than as a genuine reaction, because it didn’t hurt bad enough for him to be in actual pain.

  He pulled his hands away from Alex knees, Alex fingers sliding off his wrists and he missed the contact immediately, but plucking the cat from his leg was more important right now. He gently gripped its small body and tried to remove it, but its claws were so caught in his sock, that he had to crouch down to separate them one paw at a time. When he held the kitten in his hand, he raised it in front of his face, shaking his head at it, as if it was a small person.

  “I need my legs too”, he told it and carefully placed it back onto the floor. It didn’t plan to stay there, rushing forward again to climb onto his shoe. He chuckled and picked it up again, standing up with it and putting it down next to its sibling in hope that it got too distracted to jump at him again. It attacked the spotty one instead and the two started to scuffle around the floor.

  Willie turned around to see Alex watching him and smiled, walking over and lowering himself onto the couch next to him. Their shoulders were inches away from each other and Alex bumped their knees together.

  “Hi”, Willie said, only just remembering, that he never greeted him.

  “Hey”, Alex answered and for a minute the two fell into comfortable silence, just being in each other’s presence.

  Willie couldn’t help but think, that this was it, this had to be the moment, and the nervousness started to spread through his body again. His fingers tingled and he started to fiddle with the hem of his black shorts.

  Alex must have noticed, because he gently pulled Willie's hand away from his leg and intertwined their fingers. He squeezed Willie's hand and stroked his knuckles with his thumb.

  Yeah, that was it.

  “Hey Alex”, he said before he could stop himself and Alex' gaze lifted from their hands to Willie's face. They looked eyes for a second before it got too intense for Willie and he had to look down again.

  “What’s up?”, Alex asked and shuffled a little closer.

  “I-“, he started, “I was wondering-“, he broke off again, sighing. “We, uh, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, the past few weeks and, uh-“, he swallowed, “I really like it. This.” He squeezed Alex hand to stress his point. “And now I, uh, I was wondering if”, he had to pause again, gaining confidence for the next words, “if I could call you my boyfriend.” He was almost whispering.

  Alex seemed to have caught the words anyways.

  “Who would you tell?”, he asked quietly, matching Willie's voice. He lifted his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Willie's ear. Willie looked up, daring to hold his gaze.

  “Anyone who asks”, he answered. “Everyone, really”, he added, because that was probably closer to the truth.

  “I would like that”, Alex said, placing his hand on Willie's cheek and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Willie leaned into the touch.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Alex paused and Willie's eyes flicked over his face for any indication that he was lying. “I think I would like it if you called me your boyfriend”, Alex continued, as if he knew of Willie's worry.

  Willie lowered his eyes to Alex' lips, slightly parted and pulled into a soft smile.

  “Can I-“, he started but he felt Alex lips on his before he could finish his question, pushing into Willie and he pushed back just as eagerly.

  He pulled his hand out of Alex grasp to place it on the back of his head, pulling him closer, while he settled the other on his cheek. This kiss was different than the ones before, less gentle, because they were both starting to grin, but it still sent Willie's heart flying. Alex' hand, that was not still holding his face, slid down to the small of his back. His thumb slipped past Willie's sweater and graced his skin accidentally and Willie gasped at the sudden sensation of Alex cold thumb against his skin, pulling back a little. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing quietly and Alex joined him, removing his hand from underneath the sweater and looping his arm around his waist instead. Willie connected their foreheads, keeping his eyes closed.

  They stayed like that for a moment, but then Alex huffed a small laugh.

  “Can we please pretend, that I am the confident one in this situation?”, he asked, causing Willie to open his eyes and look at him, “because I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”

  A loud laugh burst from Willie and he had to lower his head onto Alex' shoulder to not accidentally spit on him.

  “No, please stop laughing”, Alex tried but Willie couldn’t help himself.

  It took another minute for him to calm down before Alex gently lifted Willie's head with his hand.

  “Please”, he said again, looking at him with soft eyes and Willie smiled.

  “Sorry”, he whispered and kissed him again, just because he could.

  He felt Alex smile against his lips, parting them slightly, to-

  A poofing-sound drove them apart, their hands staying where they are but their heads turning towards the source of the noise.

  Reggie appeared out of air, his back towards them, looking around.

  “Hey Alex, have you seen the cats?”

  Alex didn’t say anything, just kept looking at him.

  Reggie spotted them on his own, because they all stumbled towards him, yelling excitedly.

  “Oh, there they are, hi there!”, he exclaimed happily, crouching down and picking up the spotted one. Then he finally turned towards them. “Oh, hi Willie”, he said, looking down at the cats again, unbothered by the position he found Willie and Alex in.

  Until-

  Reggie’s face snapped back up at them.

  “Willie!” He looked back and forth between the two. “You- and Alex- I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

  “Yes!”, Alex said pointedly, while Willie said “yeah, kind of”, a little softer, and Reggie gasped loudly.

  “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” He jumped up immediately. “Just- please give me a second, I-“, he carefully picked up the cats one by one, before shooting one last look at them. “Sorry!”, he said again and with another poof he was gone as quickly as he came.

  They stared at the spot where Reggie just stood, blinking in confusion.

  Alex groaned loudly, turning his head and pushing it into Willie's shoulder, his hand slipping from his cheek down his chest around his back. Willie laughed but slid his hands off his head and his arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.

  “I am so, so sorry about him”, Alex said, muffled against the fabric of Willie's sweater. Willie chuckled.

  “Don’t apologize.” He pressed a kiss into Alex' hair. “I am more than happy right now”, he whispered and felt Alex squeeze him.

  “Me too.”

  He squeezed him back.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

I already know the answer to my own question but I'll ask anyways because your writting is entertaining; How would the Rennala/Radagon and Godfrey/Marika poly react and act accordingly to hearing someone saying under their breath that their significant other/Consort is a 'Glorified concubine'?

(Based off of this comic: https://www.deviantart.com/nanihoo/art/All-Hail-the-Consort-532781031 )

Would have added the demigods but the pairings above makes more sense with it being a polyamorous relationship (Rykard could also work but 🤷)

Rennala & Radagon

Their consort is the himbo/thembo of consorts. As such, they won't connect the dots that the comment was said about them.

So what do they do? Unintentionally insult Radagon of course because he's not a concubine. How dare they sully his honor and reputation.

"Stay your tongue, fool. Radagon is your king, not a 'glorified' concubine."

An awkward silence ensues among those in attendance, Radagon looks at Rennala like "what the hell?" and Rennala is trying her damndest not to laugh at her husband.

Godfrey & Marika

It's so silent you can hear a pin drop.

Godfrey, Marika, and Serosh are also channeling their inner Tywin Lannister and staring the person down.

In fact, they're staring the person down so much that they get uncomfortable and excuse themselves.

Afterward, Marika summons Maliketh to fuck with them.

And by fuck with them, he really just roars outside their window or some shit so they won't sleep.

Affectionate kisses and reassurances are given once they're in the comfort of their private chambers.

[tennessoui]

Hey so I was rewatching birds of prey, as you do while procrastinating, and I’m like obsessed with the scene where Black Mask sees Dinah fight, and I really want to write a fic where Anakin is a singer at Mobi-wan’s club, and Obi-Wan considers Anakin his in the way he considers all of his employees his some way or another, and Anakin is pretty and Obi definitely enjoys his voice, but then one night Cody gets attacked and Anakin just bears the guy bloody, licks the blood off his split knuckles and Obi-wan is like *fanning himself* oh I’m keeping him forever, he’s mine, mine now, who knew the little song bird had it in him but Anakin doesn’t actually know who *Obi-Wan* is beyond his boss because let’s be real this boy is head empty, no thoughts, only Ashoka, fighting and school on the brain, an unhinged himbo if you will, and I’m definitely very much inspired by Pretty Bird and the Mob Boss (it’s currently my favorite series!! I’m obsessed with your writing and obikin dynamics), so a lot of it would definitely be in a similar vein, a fic of a fic if you will, and I wanted to know if you would be okay with me writing? It’s totally okay if you aren’t! I’d credit you, of course but I wanted to see if you’d be okay with it first before I do anything since I can’t claim in the slightest that you did not spark me rewatching birds of prey or the idea of this au!

Hey! So I think the line is really tricky for me as the author to walk because, to be very fair and very honest, yep, Pretty Bird and the Mob Boss is absolutely taken from Birds of Prey and specifically many facets of Ewan Mcgregor's role there. And there are things I didn't include or change in order to make it feel like my own (Anakin isn't a singer, Obi-Wan isn't Black Mask level of unhinged, etc etc). It informed me in the setting of the club, the suit Obi-Wan wears in the first fic, etc etc but I think it's, you, know, it's still very different.

I absolutely do not own Birds of Prey or that fight scene you're talking about inspiring you! (And obviously, since it's fanfic, I don't own any of it lol)

But I think, the other side of that line is....I think you'd have a much more interesting and fun time of it if you stepped more outside of the Mobi-Wan verse. My mob fic is absolutely not the only way to write a mob fic. It's not even the only way to write a Birds of Prey fic. It's probably just something you've read a lot and interacted with a lot (and thank you for that!!! i'm so glad you liked it!!!) but it's absolutely not even like the best way to tell a story!!

Why does Cody have to be in the mob (and i'm assuming Obi-Wan's right hand)? Why does Ahsoka have to be Anakin's sister? Why does he have to even be in school? Why does he have to be an unhinged, bloodthirsty himbo? These aren't things I feel comfortable telling you not to include, because I don't own them and they're all popular tropes, but I think you could write a brilliant mob fic where Obi-Wan sees Anakin fighting from the window, and Anakin seems to know that eyes are on him so he turns and waves in a idk sultry manner and it makes Obi-Wan intrigued at his backstory. Anakin could have the twins to take care of instead of Ahsoka. Anakin could be hard to get, Anakin could be sometimes working for other clubs, Anakin could be approached by a detective and offered a lot of money to spy on Obi-Wan. If he takes the deal, there could be a story there about giving up his honor because he can't give up Obi-Wan by the time he's gotten close to him. Or if he doesn't take the deal, there could be a story there where he goes to Obi-Wan immediately to tell him and Obi-Wan rewards him with a higher position in the mob or something.

I think, bottom line is. You can do better than Pretty Bird. That story, as much as I love it to death, is already told. I would love to see you do something with the same characters in the same sort of setting, with a gentle reminder that nothing is actually pinned down or set in place. Don't put Cody in at all. Use the Jedi as members of the mob instead. Involve detectives.

The Birds of Prey movie is a big production and part of a huge universe, the same as Star Wars. There's going to be more crossover than the iterations of the characters that are Mobi-Wan and Pretty Bird, and I think it would be much more fun for me at least to see what else someone has done with the similar concepts!

[terrainofheartfelt]

date + compliment

Date + Compliment

Nate keeps his eyes on the paper, refusing to look at Dan sitting at the counter next to him, bouncing his knee anxiously. He’s grateful his boyfriend always makes the time not only to look over his papers for class, but also asks Nate for input on his own. 

To be honest, this one kind of makes Nate wish they went to the same school. History of Rock ‘n Roll at Steinhardt sounds so much more interesting than the excruciating 165 History of Science Nate has to take for his degree requirements at Columbia. 

“So?” Dan prods softly, unable to wait any longer. 

Nate silently holds up a finger; he’s on the last paragraph, nearly there. 

He hears Dan let out a long exhale, and Nate presses his lips together, trying not to smile. 

Only after he finishes the last sentence does he set the paper down (a safe distance away from their coffee mugs of course), meet Dan’s expectant gaze, and deliver his verdict. 

“It’s great.”

“Oh, come on.”

“It’s an A.”

“No it’s not.”

“An A-plus,” Nate insists, grinning.

Dan shakes his head, still disbelieving. 

“Is there anything higher than an A-plus?” he teases, leaning in closer, invading Dan’s space. 

Dan gives him a look. “Nate Archibald, I thought you said you were going to be honest.”

“Who says I’m not?” he turns on his stool, facing Dan fully, and sets a hand on his thigh. “No one has ever done Steven Drozd more justice.”

Dan only snorts, deflecting again. For someone as generous and caring as Dan is, he is terrible at trusting his own talent. 

“One of these days, sweetheart,” Nate sighs, “you are going to learn how to take a compliment.”

Dan meets his eye, pursing his lips as his eyes go darker, like pulling a shade down over a window. “One of these days, huh?”

Nate leans in further, closing in the space between them. “I got nothing but time,” he murmurs just before their lips meet. 

[terrainofheartfelt]

Date + Safe

requested by @elliwansworld

In a surprising turn of events, Dan was kind of looking forward to this party. 

Sure, the whole going back to his old high school in an expensive suit and subjecting himself and his relationship to all that scrutiny was not very appealing, but he was going with Nate, and Nate always makes these things infinitely better. 

And, just as the eyes on the dance floor were becoming a little too much, Nate whispered something in his ear about fooling around in the headmistress’ office, and now they were headed down one of the familiar halls. 

And then they run into her, and Dan’s night comes to a crashing halt. 

He’s not sure what she says, or what he says, if he even says anything. The air gets thicker, harder to breathe, and all the rest of the oxygen in him feels like it’s been sucked out through a vacuum. Or a punch to the gut.

What is she even doing anyway? It’s not like she even fucking went here. 

He keeps thinking he’s okay. Days, weeks, months go by now without him thinking about it. But one run-in with Georgina and suddenly the pain is so looming Dan can’t breathe without bumping up against the walls of it. 

He isn’t aware of much of anything, but Nate steers him away, down one of the labyrinthine hallways, empty and deserted at this time of night. Dan distantly thinks it’s kind of odd, seeing a school after dark, some things should only exist in the daytime. 

They are far away from the sound of the party now, no one else around, and the dark and the quiet let Dan hear his uneven breath rattling off in echoes down the empty hall. He paces, in front of the lockers, presses his hands into his eyes, trying to make the world stop moving so quickly. 

It’s nearly been a year, shouldn’t he be over this by now? 

“Dan, Dan. Baby, come here.”

Nate’s hand lands on his shoulder, and the touch releases something in Dan, and he follows it, letting Nate pull him into his arms. Dan clings on, buries his face in Nate’s shoulder. His hands clench into fists in Nate’s jacket, no doubt wrinkling the expensive fabric, but Nate doesn’t seem to mind, just keeps talking to him, his voice low and steady. 

“Hey, hey, Dan, I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.”

They’re rocking back and forth slightly, a soothing technique Dan learned from then. He clings on tighter to Nate, holding on until the wave of the memory passes.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’ll be okay.”

That remains to be seen. He should be free of this already, right? “I’m sorry,” Dan mumbles into Nate’s neck.

“Shh,” Nate rubs a firm hand down his back, the pressure repetitive and relaxing. “You’re not the one who needs to be sorry.”

The pressure of Nate’s touch, the sound of his voice, it helps. Dan is able to get air into his lungs, to breathe through the memories that hurt. He clings on to Nate, his port in a storm, and because it’s him, it’s the two of them together, he lets himself say it. 

“I miss him.” 

Nate palms the back of his head, so tender a gesture the lump building in Dan’s throat threatens to break open. “I know, sweetheart. But I’m here, okay? You have me.”

Dan nods, face still hidden in Nate’s shoulder, and holds on to him, counting his breaths, until Nate makes the walls of pain recede enough that he can move without walking into it. 

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