#this is lowkey soft but a tad angsty

[avngel-a]

【 moodboard ♡ !   › hyunsik ( @niiiightsky ) x seola = seosik

I’m so s i c k of lying , you gotta know that. -- I’m doing fine, doing fine, doing fine, day day. Now I’m feeling. On purpose, on purpose, on purpose, baby. I’m a liar. -- Actually, I get confused when you say you miss me.I want to go into your arms and be trapped just like before. But I act like I don’t, even though my voice is trembling, woo. --- It’s sweet, sweet, sweet, day day. Now I’m feeling. It’s hard, hard, hard, baby. -- I’m a liar. Do you love me? -- I’m a bit confused when you say you love me. And I hate myself for s h a k i n g . So I’m lying so I won’t get caught, woo.

[happyandticklish]

Emotional Sleuthing

Notes: Commission for @quinn-dinn ^^ Thanks again for commissioning! Honestly I would probably pay someone else for an excuse to write about my favorite guys, so I appreciate it~ This is a tad angsty, fair warning (lowkey self-projected onto this one), but it turns out soft. It also got slightly longer than the original word count by a couple 100 words because I have zero self-control lol. 

Summary: Caleb can tell there’s something off about Adam, and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. 

It had started with a trickle of worry, seeping out of Adam in bits and pieces at a time. They’d be sitting in his room, playing video games or doing homework like normal, and seemingly out of the blue Caleb would be bombarded by slivers of anxiety, needling all over and making his heart clench up.

However, every time he’d look at Adam to see what was wrong, he’d be met with casual grins and teases about “God, I know I’m attractive Caleb, but stare much?” So he’d shove his shoulder in retribution and Adam would laugh and they’d slowly fade back into their normal until the worry faded away into a sparky joy.

When things got worse, and the worry turned into less of a trickling and more of an ocean, Caleb debated bringing it up to him. Adam could be very particular about these kinds of things, and though Caleb knew he accepted his powers and would never blame him for something that was an inherent part of himself, having your emotions scoped out by your boyfriend wasn’t always the most pleasant reality. Emotions could be tricky, too. Something as simple as a failed math test could feel as big as your parents getting divorced in the moment. He didn’t want to make Adam worried or annoyed if he guessed wrong.

He didn’t want to pry, but he couldn’t help his own concern, and if he was being honest, curiosity, and so finally he confronted Adam about it.

They were staying the night at Adam’s place when it happened. His parents were out of town for the week due to some mandatory work convention, leaving the house abandoned. Caleb and Adam were still hesitant about staying over at each other’s places, the temptation of what could happen almost as great as their anxiety about it. Still. The set-up was almost too perfect not to, and Caleb had jumped on the chance when Adam had not-so-casually suggested it over lunch last Tuesday.

“You know, I haven’t seen this since I was a kid,” Caleb teased, leaning back on the couch. “Back when I was still interested in talking cartoon rats.”

“Shut up, this is a classic. It’s got a life lesson and everything.”

“Ratatouille?”

“Yes!”

Adam shoved him playfully and Caleb fell back in mock hurt if only to make Adam’s lips twitch up in a pleased smile. His feelings were warm and comfortable tonight, like taking the first bite of your mom’s homemade cookie, fresh from the oven and still steaming. It was a rare emotion from Adam, and it caught Caleb off guard. So off guard that, stupidly, he said something.

“You must really like this movie. You’re like, really happy right now. Like, happier than I’ve felt from you in a while.”

Joy scattered into squiggly embarrassment, and Adam darted his gaze quickly back towards the movie, trying to bit down on his smile. “Oh. Sorry, I hadn’t realized. I guess I’m just having a good day.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being happy, dork.” Caleb knocked his foot into his in a light reprimand and Adam kicked his leg in return. It was hardly any contact at all, but there was a strange electricity that came from Adam’s touch, like he was a human conductor. “It’s comforting—I like it. I know you’ve been kind of down lately, so it’s nice to see you in a good mood.”

And just like that, the happiness was gone, and Caleb could have kicked himself. Adam ducked his shoulders in and drew one leg up to his chest, effectively making himself smaller. It was a position Caleb was familiar with, one he hadn’t received in quite a while since getting to know the other. Guilt scrabbled up Caleb’s throat, though he couldn’t tell if it was his own or Adam’s.

“You noticed that?” Adam asked, a vague smile on his face, though it was clearly forced. “Ah, shit. And I thought I was doing good at hiding it too.”

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Do what?”

“Hide things from me. I mean, not that it’s super effective,” Caleb amended, trying for a joke. It sort of worked, a bit of the warmth returning, but it was dull and faded now as Adam sunk back into one of his moods. “But still. I don’t want you to feel like you have to conceal your emotions from me. Even if they’re not super pleasant ones. I like all your feelings, negativity included.”

He tried to pour as much sincerity into his voice as possible, needing him to understand how much he meant it. Caleb had always been bad with words, and sometimes he wished their positions were reversed, so that Adam could feel these things for himself and not worry so much. For now, though, it seemed to do the trick, and Adam exhaled slowly, resting his chin on his knee. “I know. I’m not trying to hide it, not really. It just… I don’t know. Didn’t seem important enough to bring up.”

“Your feelings say otherwise.”

“Yeah, well, feelings lie. You know that by now.”

He wasn’t wrong, technically, and Caleb would have let it go if it wasn’t for the desperation and longing emanating off of Adam in waves. Clearly, he wanted to talk about it, but wasn’t letting himself for whatever reason. Caleb worried at his lip with his teeth, glancing around the room as if a way to make this conversation easier would be resting on the wall or huddled up in the corner. The TV hummed softly with voices in the background and Caleb allowed his attention to momentarily flicker over to it. Onscreen, Linguini jerked and twitched and yelped as Remy scampered and bit all over his body in an attempt to better hone his cooking senses.

And, suddenly, Caleb had an idea.

He nudged Adam with his foot again, scooching closer as his boyfriend glanced quizzically at him. “Would it help if I had a way to make talking about it easier?”

Adam frowned skeptically. “What did you have in mind?”

“Remember a couple of weeks ago when we had a talk about how you liked t—”

“Oh god, don’t remind me,” Adam groaned, flushing crimson at the memory. “I don’t even want to think about it or I’ll curl up in a ball of cringe and die.”

“That feels a bit dramatic,” Caleb teased, but plowed on, determined to stay on track. “But, if you can promise to not pass away due to embarrassment for a couple more minutes, I had a proposition. I could tickle you, and all you have to do to get me to stop is talk about whatever this issue is. That way, it feels less like you’re burdening me with it, and more like an exchange.”

Adam faced him with a look, in specific the “Caleb-you’re-being-a-dumbass” look; Caleb was unfortunately very familiar with it by this point. His emotions betrayed him however, and Caleb bit down a stupid smile as he was hit with a wave of fluttery, excited butterflies. “That doesn’t even make any sense, Caleb.”

Caleb shrugged sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, we don’t have to do it, I just thought it might help.”

Adam continued to stare at him, a scrutinizing glance, searching for any signs that Caleb was making fun of him. When he found nothing, he turned to face the TV again, shrugging in what he hoped was a very casual way. “I mean, I guess it could help. If you wanted. I still think it’s dumb, but there’s no reason not to try it.”

“Really?”

“Oh my god, shut up and just do it, I can hear the smirk in your voice.”

“I’m not smirking,” Caleb protested, knowing it was a lie. He scooched closer to the other, raising his hands over his sides. “Ready?”

Adam nodded quickly, pressing his lips into a thin line and staring determinedly at the screen. 

He jumped as Caleb started, long, hesitant fingers poking and scratching curiously over the soft fabric of his shirt. Adam started to squirm, his smile widening as he fought back laughter. This was always how it started. No matter how many times Caleb proved just how ticklish he was, there was still a part of Adam that felt he had to resist, had to prove to the other that he wasn’t until he couldn’t deny it any further. Caleb understood his reasoning by now, but he still teased him about it every time, if only to fluster his normally put-together boyfriend.

“You know I know you’re ticklish, right?” Caleb said, carefully pulling him into his arms as he spoke. Adam didn’t resist even as let out a half-hearted grunt of protest. Caleb played with the hem of his shirt, not quite touching bare skin, but not not touching it. “I’ve done this a million times now, you’re not gonna convince me you’re suddenly cured of your sensitivity.”

“M-Mahaybe I’ve been working on ahAhan a-antidote!”

“A antidote?” Caleb repeated incredulously. “For tickling?”

Adam nodded quickly, arching back into Caleb and nearly knocking the two over as Caleb’s fingers ghosted over his hips. Luckily, Caleb was a fairly durable human being as they came, which meant Adam was free to squirm as much as he wanted without fear of hurting either of them. The fact could be a blessing or a curse depending on how you looked at it. “Yehep, s-so no neheed to tehehest ihihihihit, ahaha, f-fuck!”

“Mm-hmm,” Caleb agreed, cocking a brow. “You know, I think I see it now. You’re definitely not ticklish anymore. That must be why you’re giggling so much, because it doesn’t tickle.” He pinched that particularly sensitive area right above his hips with each word for emphasis. 

Adam seemed to almost shrink into Caleb, as though he were trying to disappear to safety inside the comfort of his boyfriend—thus far, a failing effort. “I-I’m nahat fuhuhucking gihihihiggling, y-you ahass!”

He shrieked when Caleb spidered his hands inwards suddenly, vibrating his hands into his stomach. Wild, shaking laughter shook his form as he doubled over, desperately trying to pull Caleb’s hands away.

“You definitely are, but I’ll let you win this today.” Caleb smiled softly down at him, pressing his face into the crook of his neck and peppering gentle kisses there that were entirely unfair in Adam’s opinion. “So,” Caleb continued, his voice vibrating against his skin and raising shivery goosebumps. "Feel like talking yet?"

Adam shook his head, partly to disagree, and partly to try to block Caleb’s access to anymore of his neck. He seemed to almost radiate happiness now, the wild, chaotic kind that rarely showed itself among Adam’s many moods. There was also a fair bit of embarrassment, but this was the good, fluttery kind. Caleb’s heart stuttered a bit in kind, and he quickly doubled down on the ghost kisses if only to hide the dorky grin slipping across his own face.

“Cahahaleb!” Adam cackled, face scrunching up. He tried to shove him off, but then the attack on his stomach doubled down and he was forced to bring his arms back down. “Stahahap ihihit, ohoho m-my gahahahad!”

“Do you really want me to?”

Adam flushed, elbowing him in the side and earning himself a flurry of pinches to his ribs that had him squealing.

To his credit, Adam held out for another minute or so before Caleb decided to experiment on previously unexplored terrain. Nails trailed over his sides, further and further down until they skimmed his lower back and Adam nearly jumped out of Caleb’s arms. He only lasted ten seconds there before he finally caved though frantic yelps.

“Ohohokayohohokayohohokay! Stop—shit! Ahaha, ehehe, nahat thehehere! I’ll tahalk, ohohokay?”

True to his word, Caleb released him, allowing the exhausted boy to slide goop-like onto the couch. Adam curled up, tossing one arm over his face so he wouldn’t be forced to face the other in his current state.

“So,” Caleb said innocently. “Your back—”

“Don’t.” From the pile of limbs that was once Adam came a finger pointed at him in warning. “Don’t even, Michaels. I’m already confessing one thing today, I don’t see why I should be forced to do two.”

“Fine, fine.” Caleb raised his hands in surrender, though he made a silent vow to himself to return to the subject another day. He allowed Adam to sit in silence for a few more seconds, giving him a chance to catch his breath—and perhaps so Caleb could admire the view as well without Adam being allowed to comment on it.

After the third minute had gone by in silence and Caleb began to wonder if Adam had remembered the original point of this experiment, Adam finally spoke. “It’s not a big deal. So I don’t want you to worry like you do, because then it’ll make me worry, and it’s not gonna help anyone if we’re both freaking out.”

Caleb doubted he could help it, but he nodded for Adam’s sake.

“It’s just… you know. All my life my parents have always told me I’m gonna do great things, and I always kind of believed them; I mean, if they’re that convinced about it, surely there must be some truth to it. And now I’m applying to Yale, and the school year’s almost over and all of a sudden things are starting to feel real. What if I don’t get in, and it turns out I actually suck and I’m not going to be the person my parent’s want me to be? What if... what if I’m not as great, or as smart, as everyone expects me to be?”

The weight of that sentence hung on the both of them. Caleb wanted desperately to assure Adam that of course that wasn’t true, but he knew that wasn’t what he wanted. Because Adam was right. There was no guarantee Yale would accept him, no guarantee something wouldn’t go wrong, no guarantee that Adam would change the world like his parents wanted him to.

“Hey.”

A foot tapped against Adam’s arm, and he reluctantly brought it down to face Caleb.

“So what if you’re not great. So what if you don’t get accepted. So what if you have to go to community college, or no college, or not become a nuclear physicist at fucking nineteen. You’re young—we’re both young. You still have your whole life ahead of you. You have time to figure out who you’re going to be, who you want to be. So don’t stress about it now.”

Slowly, Adam sat up, worrying away at his lip almost unconsciously. Caleb wanted to reach over and stop him, but decided that was an issue for another day. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess you kind of have a point.”

It was clear he wasn’t quite convinced, so Caleb decided to plunge on. “How about this. When I was younger, I used to get worried about things all the time, like monsters under the bed, or the floor opening up and taking my parents away from me forever. And sometimes it would get bad, like, really bad. When that happened, my mom would always sit me down and play ‘what’s the worst that could happen’. Even if it didn’t stop me from worrying, it helped make things a bit easier to understand, so I wasn’t as afraid. So why don’t you list all the things you’re worried about with the future, and we can come up with all the ways it could go wrong, so that way, you’re prepared for everything.”

“And that will help?”

“It’s worth a shot.”

Adam eyed him skeptically, but after a while he sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Yeah, alright. I guess we could try it.” His tone was resigned, but Caleb could feel the glimmer of hope behind it that Adam was clearly trying to hide. 

After that, Caleb tracked down a marker and a notebook (and the remote that had fallen into the couch cushions in the scuffle), and the two spent the rest of the evening like that, scribbling down ideas and joking about wild scenarios in which aliens came down to invade the Earth and took Adam as an ambassador. And even though it wasn’t the last time Caleb felt that pool of sadness from Adam, it came up less and less as time went on. 

In the end, that was all they could really hope for. 

[iwritefandomimagines]

SIMM!MASTER x READER: “A kiss isn’t ‘nothing’!”

prompt #12 - requested

masterlist

pairing: simm!master x reader

description: you’ve never quite been certain of the master’s feelings towards you, or even yours towards him. but a spontaneous kiss and his denial of it’s significance leads to serious contemplation and, perhaps, confessions.

warnings: angst ! a little soft at the end :-)

words: 1,426

“I can’t believe you spent all of that time fawning over the Doctor,” the Master laughed as you followed him out of his own TARDIS doors, “He’s hardly shown you half the places he could.” 

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest sourly and staying silent.

“I’m just saying, sweetheart,” he teased, knowing it got under your skin when he called you that, “All of space and time at his fingertips and he’s shown you practically none of it.”

You shook your head, “I was perfectly happy, we saw more than I’d have ever expected to see anyway,” you paused, muttering your next words under your breath, “He was better company, anyway.”

“Is that so, pet?”

The Master stopped abruptly now, twisting to face you and now blocking your path so you could walk no further either. His eyes flickered from your head to your feet and back up again, flirtatiously licking his lips. 

He did this often, subtly flirted with you before returning to his usual ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude that irked you so strongly. 

Feelings between you had never been clear. In the time you spent on the TARDIS with him and the Doctor, he’d always assumed you had feelings for the Doctor and had never seemed pleased by this; Always mocking, always a little too touchy-feely, always a tad too irritated when you were close to the Doctor.

But since you’d left the Doctor and agreed to travel with him, your inkling that he felt anything towards you had dissipated as quickly as your hope to ever see the Doctor again. The Master seemed to have lost interest, more often teasingly calling you his ‘pet’ (specifically in reference to him having ‘stolen’ you from the Doctor) than actually behaving as though he even wanted you around.

You felt silly for ever expecting more, really. You knew the Master was far from a kind man, far from the kind to fall in love with a human. But the Doctor was preoccupied anyway, too much going on for you to really feel comfortable travelling with him anymore, and the Master had offered you adventure that you couldn’t refuse.

And now here you stood, the lush green forestry of the planet Hodorix ahead of you but a scowl on your face as the Master knowingly pushed your every button.

You hated that butterflies seemed to be flitting in your stomach at the twinkle in his eye and the smirk on his face, but the contrasting irritation also bubbling in your gut somewhat neutralised this anyway. Did he feel anything for you at all? Hell, you didn’t even know how you felt about him.

Before you could reply, the Master put his index finger to your chin and brought your face upwards. His warm breath fanned over your face for a moment and you thought you might go into cardiac arrest as his other hand caressed your cheek, that same smug smirk adorning his features still.

“I’m not sure it is,” his voice was barely above a whisper as you stood as still as stone under his gaze. 

And then he dipped his head to kiss you.

His lips lingered on yours for a moment, before his teeth grazed your bottom lip and tugged it for just a second.This snapped you out of your daze, startling you backwards and away from him as he simply swiveled on his heel and continued striding through the grass with a spring in his step.

“What the fuck was that?”

You were seething with anger now, fury coursing through your veins as you marched behind him. He didn’t even turn to look at you, practically skipping at the ease with which he’d enraged you.

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

“Nothing? Master a kiss isn’t nothing! Who the hell do you think you are just... just kissing me like that? You’re so fucking infuriating!”

He laughed flippantly, turning around again to face you and bringing his hand to his face as though in deep thought, “I know.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, or eyes, as his face showed not a hint of care for your feelings. The anger continued to bubble in your gut, but mingled now with a simmering pain, almost. You hadn’t even realised how much you wanted him to feel something until now, when it seemed so clear he didn’t.

“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking travelling with you was ever a good idea,” you spat, stepping closer to him, “I let myself think you cared, let myself believe I mattered even a sliver to you. But this is just about the Doctor, isn’t it?”

You paused for a moment, catching your breath as you watched him gulp. 

“All you ever wanted to do was take something away from the Doctor. You thought I loved him and you thought maybe he felt the same, so you could just rip me away from him? Some pathetic little power trip for you? Admit it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You scoffed, fed up, “Or why don’t you just admit that you’re lonely too, eh? You’re pathetic and weak and you need me, you just won’t admit it. You need someone around, just like the Doctor,” the fury had taken over, and you couldn’t bite your tongue even if you wanted to, you needed to know how he felt.

“Y/N, stop,” was all he said, but you knew you couldn’t now. You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore, no processing of thought now just pure, unadulterated anger.

“I never wanted to be with the Doctor like that. I don’t know where you got that idea, but I never wanted him. I wanted you, you fucking idiot. For some stupid reason I’ve grown attached to you, and I wanted to travel with you. Not him. You,” you seethed, “But I travelled with him because he made me feel like he wanted me around, at least! And I hoped you might too, when it was just you and I. I don’t know what I was thinking-”

Before you could say any more, the Master reached up and captured your face between his hands, pressing another kiss to your lips and cutting you off. This kiss was different, more passionate, and this time you melted into the kiss comfortably instead of pulling back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he mumbled as he pulled away, hands still on your face and no sign of his usual cocky demeanour now, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” your chest was still rising and falling rapidly, your heartbeat strong and fast as you fell aghast at his sudden softness, “That’s all you can say?”

He looked lost for a moment, before composing himself and gently releasing your face from his hands as though he feared he may break you.

“You’re right. I am pathetic, and I am weak. Because I do need you, and I’ve made you feel as though that’s an imponderable concept,” his voice was softer than you’d ever imagined it could be, and for a moment you could have sworn his eyes were glazed over, “I’m not used to this; I’m not used to feelings, or even to company. But I do need you around, Y/N, I do. I care about you, and I want to keep you safe. I’m just selfish and... I’m sorry.”

You were speechless, brain struggling to comprehend all that he’d just said.

“This isn’t just some sick game of yours?” you asked almost inaudibly, fumbling with the hem of your shirt as you briefly avoided eye contact, “You... you mean it?”

He almost looked irritated for a moment, as though the idea of him just playing with your head was inconceivable, before his face relaxed again and he shook his head, “I mean it, Y/N. I’m not a good man, I know, but I promise I’ll make an effort, for you. I don’t want to lose you. In fact, I don’t know what I’d do if I did.”

You weren’t sure what all of this meant. You felt your heart swell just a little at his words, but you were still confused. Did he feel anything beyond platonic companionship, then? Or was the kiss just to shut you up?

“And the kiss?”

He kissed your temple now, hand running through your hair just once before he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Of course it wasn’t nothing, Y/N. Kissing you could never be nothing. I want you around, I need you around. And if it’s alright, I’d like to kiss you again.”

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eee thank you as always for reading & thank you for the request anon! i hope this didn’t go too off course and angsty, but i had so so much fun writing it! feel free to keep requesting as requests are still open -- here is my current (updated) prompt list, and for the time being here is my masterlist too!

i lowkey love writing kinda soft master moments, also.... simm!master is an all time fav so <3 this request was a joy to write hahah

[stricken-with-clairvoyancy]

Prinxiety fic recs

Hey everyone, I know isolation is difficult, and a good majority of the fandom use fics as an escape mechanism, so hopefully some people can get a kick out of some of these. As my blog title suggests, I mostly just consume prinxiety content, so this list is for any prinxiety stans out there. Feel free to add on with your own fics or recs, regardless of ship! All fics are completed unless stated otherwise, to avoid giving anyone WIPlash. :)

First up, literally anything by the Queen of Prinxiety (and stunning writing in general) @coconut-cluster. Hers was one of the first blogs who’s writing I got really invested in, and her writing is like the equivalent of snuggling into a warm blanket in the sunshine. It’s good stuff y’all. Writing masterlist If you’re overwhelmed by how many incredible stories she’s written though, I gotchu fam, here are some of my favourites to get you started: Sciamachy, My dreams made music in the night, Snowball fight

Powerless by @impatentpending . One of the best stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, better than most published literature I daresay. Seriously it’s just,,, so good!!! If you haven’t read it yet I highly recommend you do. You’ve got morally grey villains, you’ve got wit, you’ve got a hoverbike named Brendon Urie. It’s an all round good time, except when, you know, it’s angsty.

The To Love And Be Loved series by @virgilsjourney It’s so soft!!! So light and sweet and comforting!!! You’ve got hurt/comfort (heavy on the comfort) with a large helping of mutual pining, and it’s the perfect fic if you need a pick-me-up after a long day.

Butterflies by @creativenostalgiastuff . I live for techie Virgil and this fic does not disappoint. Incredibly cute, Roman gets the validation he deserves, 10/10.

My true love gave to me by @lovelylogans Honestly my favourite oneshot of all time, I giggle the whole way through when reading this. The sheer magnitude of their mutual pining,,, incredible. Genuinely this fic is so wonderful and funny and lighthearted and sweet and hhhhhhhhhh. Looking at her masterlist I’ve also come to realise that she’s written a lot of my favourites, so I’ll just link that here! :)

Wet blanket , Life of the party and Social grace by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors. A tad angsty, but so worth the read, and they more than make up for any potential hurt with the gratuitous fluff. Hella soft, superb writing. On another note, if you haven’t already, you should absolutely read their jaw-droppingly amazing series Love and other fairytales. Romantic lamp and a heck tonne of cool worldbuilding, gripping plot and fae galore, prepare to become thoroughly invested.

A dragon’s tail by @theeternalspace . This one had me on the edge of my seat you guys, it’s so gripping you’ll wanna stay up all night reading it. You’ve got prince!Virgil, you’ve got knight!Roman, you’ve got Dragon!Logan. Need I say more?

The most adorable Parents!Prinxiety headcanons you ever did read, by the incredible @thelowlysatsuma , with a tooth-rottingly sweet fic to go with it by @watchoutforthefanfics . You WILL get cavities and you WILL sob at the soft domesticity of it all.

@shakesqueer-writes is lowkey a Prinxiety GOD so I’m just gonna link you to their whole entire masterlist of masterpieces.

The phenomenal It’s only logical by @tinysidestrashcaptain . This one is incomplete, but it’s honestly so perfectly written that it’s going on here anyway. I can only dream of achieving Virgil’s level of sass in this fic, an absolute icon. It’s a flower shop au AND a coffee shop au babyyy.

I can only assume from the remarkable quality of the writing that Keep him safe by @whatwashernameagain gets recommended a lot, as it RIGHTLY DESERVES. This fic is also incomplete, but so worth waiting for, each new chapter is a sucker punch of emotions and the character development is second to none. I’d definitely heed the trigger warnings on this one though, it does handle (very well and realistically) some darker themes. There’s also a raccoon named Cat and I love her.

A get-together and getting together by @hickory-dickory-doc-k Fake! dating! Fake! Dating! Fake! Dating! Fak- Ok but for real though guys this one is so gosh darn cute I dropped everything on Christmas day to rush upstairs and read it when the last chapter came out and I was grinning so much lemme tell you. I’ve read a lot of fake dating aus in my time and this one honestly takes the cake.

(I’d never) want once from the cherry tree written by @ace-corvid with gorgeous art to go with it by @blank-ace . YouTuber au!!! Virgil gets to be the chaotic conspiracy guy we know he secretly longs to be, and Roman gets the adoring fanbase he deserves. The humour is also on point. I mean, Deceit’s name in Virgil’s contacts is Snake fursona man, and honestly if that doesn’t sell it, I don’t know what will.

Of trying and towers by @parsnipit . An oldie but a classic, this story is phenomenal. It’s got action! It’s got magical curses! It’s got so many dragons! It’s got highkey terrified but also kinda badass Virgil! It’s so good you guys, the plot and the family bonding and hhhhhhh dragons are so cool.

Destined by @rosesisupposes . Oooooh this one has such a fun premise. Virgil’s a sage (kind of like a seer) and is just kinda vibing with the humans until sh*t goes down, ft sass, flirting, pun-based bakeries, and a coffee machine named Gilda. It’s great. I love it.

Long live by @meginoi . It’s!!! Essentially a really cool princess diaries au!!! How rad is that? Virgil is pretty much permanently stressed, but Pat and Lo are supportive bros and he ;) has ;) Roman ;) there ;) to ;) help.

Falling (falling) by @basically-i-write-shit . Don’t let their url fool you this fic is honestly so gripping, I stayed up way into morning bingeing it. Be warned though, it does handle some pretty dark topics, so heed the trigger warnings. ft. single dad Virgil and babysitter Roman!

Inks and tallies by @skittlesun . Tattoo 👏 artist 👏 Roman 👏 Frick 👏 Yeah 👏 Also by the same author, the amazing fic The betting pool is an absolute delight. Flirting galore. Go read it pls.

Late night, long night by @crowleyspraisekink . Virgil’s in a tank top and Roman is Gay Panic tm. Adorable, superb, 10/10.

A curse is a dream your heart makes by @romansleftshoulderpad This oneshot is a long boi but my god you will enjoy every single second of it. Roman gets cursed by the Dragon witch to act out classic Disney movies with Virgil, and it’s honestly so entrancing. Phenomenal writing.

Queen of fluff @not-so-innocent-bi-sander has so much adorable fics that I’m gonna link their whole masterlist because you deserve to treat yourself to their writing, and I’m also gonna add some quick links to my faves here because I love them: The reunion, Romance in the air…port, Guitar lessons. The first fic of theirs I read is the series The view from here, and it was so heartwarmingly sweet that it helped distract me from some pretty bad cramps, so I highly recommend you go check that out if you need a cute pick me up. It’s incomplete, but it’s mostly fluff and ongoing, so you won’t be left on any cliffhangers.

Thespian by @random-snippets is a heart-wrenchingly sweet hurt/comfort fic that I wholeheartedly recommend. Roman puts on a play in the imagination but neglects to tell Virgil that his character straight up dies at the end, and Virgil is understandably distraught. It’s ok though, Virgil gets love and hugs! Also just check out their masterlist because their writing is absolutely sensational, especially their pining!Virgil LAMP fics.

Through different eyes by @stars-and-rose . Roman’s a warlock who’s been ‘kidnapping’ Patton in an endearing attempt to get the handsome knight’s ;) attention. Super cute and a fun read, honestly it’s adorable.

@today-only-happens-once is another phenomenal writer who’s masterlist I’m also gonna link because they’re all! So! Good!!! Here’s some of my faves: Exposure therapy ft Ace!Roman, Acoustic, Always

A hero’s rescue by @stillebesat . Villain!Roman and Hero!Virgil ft a healthy dose of hurt/comfort and a a really cool premise. I go back and re-read this one a lot!

Welcome to the neighbourhood by @lefaystrent is incomplete, but it’s so goddamn hysterical that it’s going on here anyway. Their comedic genius is astounding. Some more of my favourites of theirs include: Roamin’ nights, Flutter and fall, Rewrite

Blink and you’ll miss it and waterspout by @greenninjagal-blog are both lovely reads which I highly recommend. Seriously guys their writing is amazing, go check them out.

Sweet dreams and Petals red as blood by @candied-peach are both gorgeously written and I absolutely adore them, 10/10.

[kiara-carrera]

Headcannons dating meme: Anthony x Theresa

this is under the cut because it got long really quick!

where they first met and how: they met during their childhood. their parents were all very close, so theresa and her brother spent a good deal of time with the bridgertons. however due to the 6-ish year age gap, they didn’t spend a good deal of time together and anthony most definitely viewed theresa as like an additional little sister due to her friendship with daphne

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: okay this i’m still shaky on because i sort of need season 2 to come into play (also waiting on my copies of these books to be delivered so i can have a tad more context), but there is definitely some light flirting in season 1 but it’s not super serious on his part but season 2,,,their might be a bit more even though she’s with another dude like anthony you choose now to like her????

who fell for who first (if applicable): theresa’s been head over heels for anthony since she was a teenager. at first it was kind of just like a cute lil childhood crush on her friends eldest brother but when she was like finally an adult and stuff she started taking her feelings a bit more seriously.

where their first date was and what it was like: they go promenading in the park, very nice weather, very cute, his mom chaperones from afar and is vvv happy while anthony’s like mom i’m like 30 stop embarrassing me jfc

who asks who out and how (with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’?): anthony is the one who makes the move to officially court her ... it’s very out of nowhere and kind of angsty because she’s technically courting someone else.

who proposes first: anthony

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: it’s a secret at first because once it’s clear that they’re doing this for real, she has to break off a courtship with someone else and it kind of causes a bit of a scandal because it looked like they were going to be engaged. when they do go public, it’s lowkey a shitshow

where the proposal happens and how (kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park?): so there’s an impromptu proposal and an official proposal. the impromptu one is basically the same moment as him confessing feelings because lord does he not want to see her marry someone else and it’s sort of uncalled for but he’s just putting everything out there. the second one is a bit more formal and they’re not completely alone but it’s very soft.

if they adopt any pets together: nope

who’s more dominant: anthony

where their first kiss was and what it was like: very abrupt, a little aggressive and overly passionate ... also depending on how i timeline this it may technically count as cheating pls do not come for me

if they have any matching couples stuff (mugs? sweaters? pillowcases?): i like to think their wedding bands have a matching vibe to them, but that’s sort of like a standard thing lol.

how into pda they are: not really. it’s also sort of a time era taboo anyways, but they’d only like going as far as like holding hands or a kiss on the cheek when others are around.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: anthony because he believes in being a gentleman

where their usual ‘date spot’ is (if applicable): honestly at their house, they just like quiet intimate time together.

who’s more protective: this is sort of even between them, although anthony’s more of a defend your honor publicly kind of person while theresa’s more the one who pulls him aside to be like i want you to be safe sort of like making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

how long it is before they sleep together (can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’): their wedding night covers both of these

if they argue about anything: this is well before their relationship, but they argue a lot about his bs in s1 with berbrooke and sometimes how he gets this mightier than thou attitude with her because they’re at the point where he still views her as like just some lovesick little girl

who leaves more marks (lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc.): theresa and she has no shame in it whatsoever.

who steals whose clothes and how often: theresa’s been known to pick up his discarded shirts every once and while and wear it to bed

how they cuddle (spooning? facing each other?): sometimes it’s spooning, but sometimes they face each other and she rests her head on his chest.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: walks in the park, horseback rides, just spending time together in general.

how long they stay mad at each other: anthony can usually only go a few hours after an argument, but if theresa knows she’s right you can bet she will silent treatment the situation for like a day.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: they both drink tea but i know nothing about tea drinking so i’m not going to answer this lmao

if they ever have any children together: they will have a few! definitely not as many as his family had, but at least 2 or 3. one’s definitely going to be named in honor of her late brother.

if they have any special pet names for each other: anthony uses darling a lot while theresa’s been known to use sweetheart every now and again.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: they don’t. once they’re together, it’s a straight shot to happily ever after!

what their shared living space is like (messy? clean? what kind of decor?): elegant and definitely tidy. 

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: they probably spend it with their families, so it’s definitely a fun affair. it’ll probably be a little bit after they marry, so it’ll be a good time.

what their names are in each other’s phones: this is not relevant to them for obvious reasons

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ (buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening?): none as of right now!

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: theresa for both, but she likes to wake up on the real early side which sort of drives anthony up a wall.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: theresa lives to be little spoon but on occasion she likes to be big spoon

who hogs the bathroom: i think based on regency styles, probably theresa based on the aspects of everything that goes into looking “presentable” but i really want to say anthony because i just think it’s amusing to think about him sorting out his sideburns every day.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: anthony’s in the business of whacking spiders swiftly while theresa’s like hold on let me get something to scoop him up to put him back outside.

[velvetgons]

yedam as your boyfriend;

yedam x reader

word count; 3.6k (ish i think)

requested; yes!! thank you both for requesting 

so i just have this big idea with yedam where he’s got the vibe of like. pining??

i feel like if he liked someone he’d be too nervous to ever tell them so he’d end up having that aesthetic of cute boy in your class that you occasionally catch staring at you but you never really know why

you think ‘eh maybe he’s just zoning out and i happen to be sat in the spot he looks at when he does that :// no big deal’ lowkey you’d wish he was staring at u because he liked u but u just feel that’s unrealistic because omg it’s bang yedam

but no. no. omg does he like you a whole lot.

he’d write you lil dated letters whenever he was having a lot of feelings about anything (example: he’d get stressed out by training and so he’d write you a letter about how he was feeling and how he wished he could be with you to help him feel better, or he’d get some really good news and he’d write you a letter about how happy he was and how he wished he could share that feeling with you)

and they’d go between being like lil notes that just said “dear ___, i’m really stressed and i wish you were here with me.” and being like two double-sided pieces of paper long that included him going off on 40 different tangents

after a while he’d have to start keeping them in a lil box because there’s just so MANY of them and he’s all ‘omg this is the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever done’ as he continues to add more of them to his collection

honestly? he’s not entirely sure why he keeps them because he’s convinced he’ll never ever tell you that he likes you. he thinks maybe he’s doing it so he can look back on it when he’s older and be like ‘wow remember that crazy time!’

and then he starts writing songs about you and then he realises that oopsie maybe this isn’t something he’s gonna just gradually get over

his songs abt you are either so sweet and cute and are like ‘i am: in love’ or they’re ANGSTY and are pretty much just him artistically saying that he thinks you don’t even know he exists

which i mean?? you definitely do. he’s Bang Yedam Himself. you know you’ve had a crush on him since you first got into the same school as him. you just assume he’s way too cool n pretty n smart n talented to ever even realise you exist

your pining level might be a tad bit lower than his to be honest?? you know you like him, you probably doodle his name in the corner of your notebooks with lil love-hearts around them sometimes, you know, to cope. and maybe you’ve daydreamed about him for a vast majority of the time you’re supposed to be focusing in any given class. but it’s all very contained, only you know you do this

but with yedam it’s like. all of his friends know. every single one of them has noticed or been told that yedam is absolutely whipped for someone he’s spoken to about four times

he writes you songs and people who know him ask who they’re all about, and he never knows what to say. he writes you letters almost daily but at the very least weekly, and keeps them hidden away that he would defend with his life if someone tried to read them. he gives you heart eyes in class that your classmates just kinda look at like ‘?? how have they not noticed’

speaking of him getting a chance to talk to you,, he’s so flustered he probably only says a maximum of two sentences

and it’s always his friends who’re like “___! hi! this is my friend, yedam, you remember yedam, right?”

every single time you get a lil bit flustered (but you’re keeping it #well hidden (even if everyone but yedam can gather that you totally like him)) but you say that “yeah!! of course, how could i not?” yedam swears his heart stops beating for a second

tbh, your conversations have never really gotten past that point, which really upsets yedam because he wants to know so much more about you!! he wants to hear you talk about things he’s asking about instead of just hearing bits of your conversation from classes and when he ‘accidentally’ passes you five times in the hallways

and he knows that if he likes you this much from just the things he’s gathered about your personality from this and subtly asking different people about you, then his ‘little’ crush is gonna get so much worse once he actually works up the courage to befriend you

but he’s just so :(( because he doesn’t know how to get to that point with you so he just avoids it altogether and goes about his daily life thinking he’ll have to eventually get over it

then. he’s walking down the hallways one day when everyone’s getting out of class to move to their next one and he sees you with your friends and you look. incredibly distressed

so he swerves to walk a lil bit closer bc his heart just went ‘:( hhhhh’ at the idea of you being upset. and he hears you talking to your friends about how you’ve just been feeling pretty down recently and you can’t manage to cheer yourself up and how it’s really bothering you

and even though yedam can hear your friends actively attempting to comfort you over this he’s still panicked because :(((( he hates the idea of you being upset and feeling like that and he just ?? doesn’t know how he could help you feel better

so when he gets home that day, he writes another one of his usual letters, except he really goes off in this one. it gets pretty long and he ends up, a. confessing his feelings for you, and b. going off about how perfect you are and how you deserve all the happiness in the entire universe

except, he doesn’t sign this one off with his usual, ‘all the love, yedam.’ and instead chooses the anonymous version of this with just, “all the love.”

the next day, he’s gonna rush to school to make sure he gets there nice and early, and he drops it into your locker and would probably literally run away

so you’d open your locker when you got to school and you’re all ‘??!! wowie’ when a piece of a paper with your name written in cute lil handwriting on is right there

and you’d open it and read it right there, but then you’d get a lil embarrassed because now you’re blushing and maybe your eyes are watering a little bit too

you know, obviously, that it’s like omg secret admirer!! because there’s no name saying who it’s from. but you really wanna know!! you’re all soft for them already and you don’t even know who it is yet!!  

yedam, who has been very inconspicuously pacing the hallway near your locker until you got there and read it is like aha!! mission achieved they’re smiling and they look happy!!

and so, much to your surprise, this becomes a daily occurrence. you get to school, open your locker, and there’s always another lil note, sometimes a whole letter!! and they’d be so sweet and cute and he’d probably write one where he’d be like “is this weird?? i get so nervous about making you uncomfortable sometimes :///” and you’d be like? well how am i supposed to tell them that it’s not at all weird if i can’t respond to them

so, in a lil bit of a risk, you write them a letter back, and you leave it hanging out of your locker just enough for it to be visible if someone was in front of it. and you don’t know who to address it to, so you just write, in the tiniest handwriting possible, ‘all the love,’ on the edge so they’d know it was for them

and when yedam goes to leave you another note he sees and he’s like xovofeiv so he takes it and reads and he swears he’s having a real heart-attack this time

the letter would really just be you saying, “this whole pining, slow-burn thing is real romantic and all but i wanna know who you are :/// i think i really like you too and if you’ve liked me for this long you should totally just tell me!!”

so yedam scraps the note he was gonna leave you, and instead gathers every single ounce of courage he has inside of him to write a really messy one that just says, “ok so this is gonna sound really weird but trust me!! can i have your address? i have a gift for you”

n you find it so you’re like ‘ok…..hm….ok well let’s just do it and hope for the best’ so you leave them another lil note with your address on and then head on home at the end of the day

and you’re pacing around your room wondering if you should take a sneak glance but then you think they’re gonna tell you who they are whenever they’re ready so :// you should just wait

so yedam just gets the box of letters from his house. and leaves it by your front door. he knocks and then literally sprints away.

and so you open your door to see this box?? and it’s got a lil note on the top that says your name and has his classic ‘all the love��� written on the top so you’re like ‘????!!!!! ok we’re doing this huh’

so you take it inside and go to your room and get yourself comfortable for this experience. and, oh my god?? you read every single one of those letters, and you realise the dates go back for ages, and they’re all signed off from yedam. by the time you’re done tbh you’d probably be crying because he’s just so lovely. and you’re literally getting to see different emotions and events in his life all at the same time that he’s expressing this Big Love for you and you’re just like. ok. this: hurtS  

and so when you go to school the next day you immediately go and find yedam, obviously. and he’s with his friends so you’re like “hi uh yes please may i talk to you :)”

for a second i think yedam would think he’s done something wrong but he’d still agree because!! he wants to know what you’re thinking about it

when you tell him that you’ve actually liked him for a while, too, he’d be so excited but he’d also be a lil bit sceptical,, like he doesn’t want it to feel as if you’re being pressured into liking him back because of it

so you’d show him one of your notebooks with his name doodled on and he’d dsfpvob have a genuine, serious heart-attack like you’d be a tad bit concerned really because he’d visibly react and look so!!! shocked

however, yedam does say that he wants to still do things properly because you deserve so much!! so he’s immediately like “can i take you on a date??? a whole date???”

and so! (after he has discovered a romantic and cute way to do it) he’ll ask to officially be your boyfriend because he has a big soft spot for classic romance things. like. they just. have a very special place in his heart

and hhhhh omg he’s such a great boyfriend??

so empathetic and caring he just has this magicians trick of understanding your emotions on a whole other level

you’re sad?? he can just Tell whether you wanna talk about it or whether you’d rather just be comforted by his actions instead

you’re stressed and tired?? he knows you want your space and he’s completely okay to give it to you

at first i’m not sure if he’d be great at expressing his own feelings though? i just feel he’d struggle to be cohesive and exact about it instead of getting upset

but if you sat him down to explain that it’s okay to not know how he feels all the time, and it’s even better if he wants to consistently talk about what he’s thinking and how things make him feel, he’d be so, so grateful

keeping to his new-found aesthetic, he’d keep writing you little notes and he’d write you long-ass letters on special occasions

he’s also just super chilled out in general when it comes to your relationship? he knows that it depends on both of yours respect and effort for one another and he also knows he has plenty of both for you so he’s not really concerned

might have some issues with getting jealous at first but just because he’s actually pretty insecure when it comes to you. he’d have the belief for quite a while that you could do better and eventually you would just find someone better than him

and he’d really try and express this to you (even if it made him emotional) so you wouldn’t think being jealous was a big part of his personality

but he really would work so hard on bettering that aspect of himself!! he’d make sure to communicate with you what was bothering him so you could either go through it and help him rationalise it or if it seemed like a legitimate concern then you’d talk about what the both of you could do to change it

and i mean he’s all for doing that when you get jealous too but honestly it’s so clear to you now that he is, a. not the type to ever do something to break your trust and b. ?? so, so in love with you

however! once he got over his insecurities, he would really rarely ever get jealous lol

as soon as he learns to understand that it’s him!! you love him!! and even better, you love him because he’s himself!! what a concept

but yeah as soon as he learns that he’s just so unbothered by the things that used to make him nervous or worried

i mean someone could literally flirt with you in front of him now and he’s just like “:) lol anyway” because he gets it now,,,

i also don’t think he’d be an overly protective type? he’s just concerned about how you’re feeling in every situation so he’ll check in with you when you’re out together and stuff but overall he’s quite a big believer in letting you solve your own problems

and that’s not to say he’s dismissive because if you came to him with an issue and wanted his help then he seriously wouldn’t hesitate to give you advice/do what he could to help

but if you didn’t come to him, he’s gonna try and let you work out for yourself because he knows you can do it !! and he doesn’t want you to feel at all like you’re being underestimated by him

yedam’s 100% the type to do the lil shoulder nudge thing to get your attention and then lean in to give you the teeniest tiniest cheek kiss before he’d mumble a lil, “you okay?” when you were out in public together

yedam is just That Boyfriend too!

he loves the idea of wearing matching clothes!! he’d get matching shirts and colour-coordinate with you before you’d go out to make sure it was a Cute Look even if it was just a matching print jumper and black jeans

traces lil circles and love-hearts on your hand with his thumb when you’re holding hands with him in public and in private

in private though, he’d routinely kiss your knuckles if you were holding his hand because oh boy!! he hasn’t reminded you that he’s thinking abt you in a couple minutes he doesn’t want you to forget

takes candid pictures of you ((does yedam have a phone yet sodfbdi)) and has a folder of them in his phone that he looks at when he misses you

has a picture of you as his lock-screen too

all of your friends are like ‘??? where tf did you find him??? he’s so Good???’

and tbh you honestly don’t know. like. he’s like ridiculously perfect in a relationship. you feel like something bad was gonna have to happen because it just doesn’t feel like he can be real

if you ever wore his clothes, he’d freak out so much because !!! wow that’s his baby!! and he’d think you looked so cute. he’d like ‘wowie picture time :,)’

ok and full offence his favourite types of kisses ever are forehead kisses. you have like fifty (50) forehead kisses every hour because you do anything and his first reaction is “you know what you deserve for that? a kiss!”

but he’d be too shy to initiate kissing you on the Lips for quite a while lol

even after you’ve had your first kiss he’d be a little nervous about because it still makes him blush afterwards

so forehead kisses are an easy alternative ((even if you’re taller than him. he’s not afraid to lean up to kiss your forehead. he’s a bad bitch.))

also for a while after your first kiss (which again, he’d make romantic and extra) he’d always ask before kissing you like that because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with him

and. tbh. arguments with yedam just seem literally impossible to picture? the boy is so fuckign nice and sweet and considerate that he’d struggle to argue with you….

i mean when he gets in bad moods it’s mostly because he’s tired or stressed and he’s already gone off in length about how wants to be with you when he feels like that so he just seeks you out to be like ‘it’s your favourite boy and he’s in need of Affection :-///’

and he doesn’t really get angry,,,, he gets frustrated but you can never really make him angry and + why would you try to, u know

if you snap at him, it just upsets him because he’ll think he’s annoyed you or done something wrong, he isn’t gonna argue with you about it

he honestly just hates, hates, hates arguments and tries so hard to avoid them at all costs, even if he’d end up not voicing something because he’d be worried it would cause you to get angry with him

you’d notice this though!! and always try to remind him that he has to tell you things and if he communicates it with you like he always does you’re not gonna be angry with him over it!!

and, like everything else, he works? and puts serious, genuine effort into making sure he does this.

after dating him for a while, he’d probably notice little behaviours like his own more ‘negative’ ones in you sometimes and he’d talk to you about them to so you could work on them!!!

everyone around would think your relationship when you first started dating was impressive, but it just…keeps improving…it never stops getting better….

yedam also really loves just Talking about everything with you. he likes to know about what you’re thinking and what your future plans are. he likes to know about weirder things too like what your opinions on aliens and ghosts are. he just loves to sit, be really comfortable, have soft music playing, and ask you about every single thing he can think of

i think a relationship with yedam would just very quickly turn into something you could tell was never going to hurt you?

like. sure. maybe some time in the future you and yedam could break-up. you don’t want that but you understand that it happens. but you can just tell that you’re never going to regret being with him you know?

you’d probably mention that to yedam at first and i mean, he’d be glad that you knew he was never gonna be a heartbreaker for you. but he’s also :( because he doesn’t want you to ever believe that you two weren’t In It To Win ItTM

tbh you really couldn’t picture ever having a reason to break-up with yedam either because?? you just never seem to be able to get bored with him, and you ((to be honest, if you’re honest)) feel like you’re falling a bit more in love w him every day

n he’s really just your biggest fan. he just adores you so much in everything he does.

you two are attached at the hip!! if you don’t particularly want there to be time when he gives you your space then omg you’re gonna be with him pretty much 24/7

yedam, as secretly as it is, loves having his hair played with and loves playing with your hair

he tries to do something cute w it sometimes but usually he just plaits different sections together or just runs his fingers through it really

also, yedam, cuddling enthusiast, remains the almost completely consistent little spoon

he is babey!! he loves being curled up next to you and feeling all warm n safe!! especially adores when he gets to wrap himself up in a blanket and be cuddled by you bc he feels like he’s on a cloud :,((

side note: if you give him nose kisses while he does this. he’ll just combust. he genuinely cannot handle the Feelings.

the only time he isn’t a little spoon is when you two are like. lazily cuddling when watching tv. he’ll just have his arm draped around you so you can have your face smooshed against his chest

also, don’t test him. if you’re sprawled across the sofa and he wants a cuddle and you won’t move. he’ll just lay on you. what r u gonna do about it other than move so he’s the little spoon again? nothing!

i think. i should stop here before i Go Off too much about what dating yedam would be like so hmmm

to summarise, i think any relationship with him would really just be the purest softest most healing experience there is?

and it’s so detached from reality too because he’s genuinely just such a good person,,, no one understands how he’s just so pure,,, and too good for this whole world,,, pls treat this boy Right it’s all he deserves

[make-your-own-evil]

Angsty Drayton Headcanons

Ask: "speaking of Drayton, if you’re still doing headcanons I’d love some good Drayton angst headcanons. Hurt my heart."

coming right up

sometimes he daydreams what life would be like if he had no brothers and was a famous chef. but in the end, family is always first

this poor guy had to have his twin brothers on LEASHES when they were toddlers, or else they'd run off and wreak havoc

drayton lowkey misses when bubba was a baby. bubba was so clingy and needy so he had to be with someone 24/7. bc of this, drayton would prop him up in a highchair to be his audience while he explained the recipe like on a tv show. when bubba started growing teeth, drayton gave him soft pieces of food for him to taste test

when chop top gets sent to war, drayton is silent for a good month. how can he take care of his family when one of them is away fighting a pointless war thousands of miles away? he looks forward to chop top's combat checks not for the money, but as reassurance that he's still alive

he almost always feels a tad guilty when someone is killed bc he feels he became the type of person he always preaches about. the kind that walk all over someone less than them and dont care

fucking DEVASTATED when nubbins dies. when he waits to see if the boys caught sally, all he can see is bubba limping while sniffling and carrying nubbins over his shoulder. he prays that he's only unconscious but falls apart inside when he sees his crushed and bloodied form. the twin that wasn't in a dangerous war and was at home was ironically the one that suffered a brutal death, and drayton still thinks about it often

he's so stressed out, give this man a break. his family is the source of his motivation and his grief

paces the floor waiting for chop top to come home. when he makes it back and drayton sees him, he's immediately filled with guilt. his war hero had a metal plate covering nearly half of his head. this was his little brother and now look what they did to him. he sometimes wishes that the enemies wouldve given himself a headwound rather than chop top.

never shows it but he's proud of bubba. he tries the best he can with his simple mind and has a good heart

his occasional daydreams make him pretty depressed and irritable sometimes