#this would be a thousand times easier if i just gave up and edited his body texture but. i refuse. i'm shrinkwrapping this bitch.

[okitanoniisan]

it's taken all day but i have given kiryu one (1) scar LMAO

[bitethedevil]

Raphael dealing with another fiend that is offering something to the cambion in exchange for an entire night with Tav. Not Haarlep in Tav's form, but Tav. Now, two things about this fiend: 1. They want to know what's so special about Raphael's little mouse and experience it for themself. 2. This fiend is extremely sadistic and refuses to agree to any deal that would stipulate Tav ends up unharmed or even alive by the time the mortal is returned because, "I think we both know I can't promise that."

It's a bit of a short one. Raph loses his patience. Thank you for the prompt <3 <3 as always: it’s not super edited.

TW: Mention of Non-con

Diplomacy

Being the Archdevil of Avernus only came with so much power. Though Raphael had delegated his responsibility to others, seeing as he was not exactly the fierce army general that Zariel had been and Bel before her, the Blood War was currently a mess. Him gaining his new position had caused just enough chaos that they had fallen behind in the war.

Raphael needed resources, the cooperation of the other layers, and most of all he needed for them to trust in his leadership. Unfortunately, trust was the most rare and expensive resource in the Hells, and it did not come for free. There was not a devil in the Hells that was not forced to participate in the Blood War, such was the laws, though when and how was an entirely different matter. Raphael needed men now.

He could simply use the Crown of Karsus to force someone to hand over their men, though he was also painfully aware that the more his power relied on the Crown, the easier it would be for him to lose it, should it somehow slip out of his fingers. He was careful and he played fair…for now. He might not be an army general or a soldier, but he was a strategist.

He was talking to a fiend from Dis that could grant him thousands of men immediately. The conversation was going well. It seemed promising, though Raphael also knew that this was not going to be cheap. They finally reached the end of the fiend’s pitch.

“A very generous offer indeed,” Raphael said calmly while holding back any sign that he desperately needed this deal. “What is your price?”

The fiend gave him a wicked smile.

“Five hundred souls,” the fiend said.

Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“And…?” Raphael said with a hand gesture to urge him on. “Surely you would not sell your army to me for such a low cost.”

“Five hundred souls, my lord,” he repeated. “And a night with that little mortal of yours.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed.

“And which mortal would that be?” Raphael asked. “I have thousands of mortals under my thumb across Toril. Be specific.”

He had an idea of who he thought the fiend meant, but he hoped that he was mistaken.

“You know who,” the fiend said. “Your little favorite. The one that gave you your crown. The one that my connections say you are still visiting even now. I want to know what’s so special about her.”

The familiar feeling of anger started bubbling up in him, though he tried to keep it down. This was a powerplay. A powerplay to show him that he was being watched and that the fiend had no respect for him.

“She’s not mine,” Raphael said with a dismissive hand gesture. “She fulfilled her end of the bargain. Her soul is hers. The only reason I visit her is to convince her to hand it over to me. I have not succeeded yet so I cannot give you what you want.”

“Ah but I think you’re lying,” the fiend countered. “Five hundred souls and her. That’s my price. I won’t change it.”

Raphael’s claws were starting to dig into the arms of the chair he was sitting in. The sheer audacity of this other devil was infuriating. He would not let himself be accused of lying or spoken to in such a way, and yet he was now forced to if he wanted to get what he needed from him.

“I’ve told you,” Raphael said. “I cannot give you what I don’t have. I have an incubus in my possession who has her form. That is something I can offer you.”

The fiend shook his head with that same annoying grin on his face.

“Her,” the fiend said. “I won’t settle for less. I know you can convince her. She likes you, doesn’t she? Trusts you, even. You can lure her somewhere, I’ll use a glamour spell to look like you, and do my business. It’s perfectly legal, and no contract needed. It’s only for a night.”

It took everything to keep down the rage that Raphael felt spreading through his body. If he agreed to this, he would never get her to give him her soul. Besides, he did not treat his favorite clients this way. Especially the one who gave him everything he had ever wanted. And yet, he needed this deal. He had to entertain the idea at least.

“I would perhaps consider it,” Raphael said and raised a finger to him. “If…you can guarantee me her survival and that no unnecessary harm comes to her. You will persuade her, not take her against her will.”

The fiend burst out laughing. Raphael ground his teeth in irritation at the sound.

“She’s mortal,” the fiend said. “Of course she’ll be harmed. Fragile little things that lot. You want me to seduce her? Offer her serenades and roses?” The fiend laughed even harder. “You won’t survive for long as the Archdevil of the First, boy.”

Complete silence fell over the room for a moment

“Boy?” Raphael repeated slowly, his tone dripped with warning.

“Yes. A boy,” the fiend said with a grin. “That mortal part of you is surely there, bastard. I would never have thought Mephistopheles son to be this soft…Ah, no matter. You said the girl wasn’t yours, eh? I’ll stay in your good graces then. Five hundred souls. I’ll find the bitch myself then. That’ll keep you out of any trouble. I’ll even be so kind to give her something that will make her lie there nicely without protest while I fuck her, since your heart is so soft for the girl.”

Raphael took a deep breath and suddenly something changed in his expression.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Raphael said. He was suddenly eerily calm. “In fact, I’m suddenly not in a particularly generous mood, so you will hand over your men without any payment.”

“You what?” the fiend said with a flat chuckle, as if the thought was ridiculous.

“You heard me just fine,” Raphael said with a smile. “I’ll expect them on the front lines tomorrow.”

“Absolutely not,” the fiend said.

Raphael waved his hand, and the fiend was shoved through the room. His magic pinned him to the nearest wall. The fiend’s eyes glowed purple as Raphael dominated his mind. Raphael walked over to him with slow steps.

“They will be there tomorrow,” Raphael said slowly. “I will speak with ‘my little favorite’. I will tell her of your little offer and see if she wants to play with you a little first. The girl is awfully sloppy with a knife, but she can take her time, seeing as you are going to lie there nicely without protest. After, you will be with your men on the front lines, as a lemure. Do you understand your orders?”

The fiend mindlessly nodded.

“Good,” Raphael said with a wide smile. “A pleasure doing business with you. Now, go order your men.”

So much for diplomacy…

[solarpunksoup]

PART 2: THE STEW

(aka a resource masterlist/archive from an amateur librarian)

LAST UPDATED NOVEMBER 11, 2024

PART 1: THE SOUP (disc. February 28, 2023)

disclaimer: most of these will pull up my reblog, not the original link. this is in no way me trying to take credit, but it was just easier and more efficient to get the links this way, and makes the resource still partially accessible if a blog is deactivated.

just like part one!: if you see your post on here and would like it removed or credited in a certain way, send me a message. i’m more than happy to do that!

this will be continuously updated. click the original post to check if the date has changed.

you can also search “updated version” in my blog to pull up the most recent edit

not all of these are direct guides! a lot of this is inspiration for your own personal praxis

The Featured

some things that are particularly relevant right now or what I find most interesting

Self Managed Abortion

Managing War Anxiety

Testosterone is for Girls, Too! (zine for purchase)

Solarpunk in Different Parts of the World

Gardening + Gardening DIYs

Sharing the Fruits of Your Labor

Healthy Soil

Ani's Tomato and Pepper Harvest

Moostie's Guide to Carrot Tops

DIY [Non-Fibre]

Filtering Rainwater

Tech

Pirating Resources

uBlock Origin's Official Guide to Bypassing Youtube Anti-AdBlock

[Google] Drives

Cooking/Foraging

Scrap Soup

Random Tips for an Amateur Cook

Mending + Fibre Arts

Solar Dyeing

Making Yarn from Scratch

Inspo for Mending a Belt

Inspo for Decorating a Jacket

On Acrylic Yarn

Thought, Theory + Idea Lists

Ways to Live in Direct Opposition to Capitalism

Rural Solarpunk

Activism in the Winter Months

Social Workers, Not Cops

Importance of Trades

Solarpunk in Different Parts of the World

Boomer Positivity

Stories of Transfem Acceptance

Staying Critical of "Self-Sufficiency"

Shopping

Native Seeds Search

Volunteerism, Protesting + Community Activism

Community Fridges/Freedges

Free Little Library for MOVIES!

Nzambi Matee Recycles Plastic to Make Bricks that are Stronger than Concrete

Workplace Advocacy

A Legit Way to Fight the Climate Crisis from Where You're Sitting Right Now

Village Tackles Speeding by Planting Thousands of Flowers Because Drivers Slow Down as They Pass By

Emotional + Physical Health

First Aid for Seizures

Masterlists, Compilations

History of Specific Depopulated Palestinian Areas

UK-Specific Solarpunk Resources

Zines

Testosterone is for Girls, Too!

T-Girl Self Defense

The Shirt, (or How to Explain Revolution to an 8-year old)

a word on the soup and the stew:

hello world!

if you've made it all the way down here, hello! hi:3

welcome to a project I've been working on for many years. 3, to be exact! which may not seem that long to you, but for me, the soup started as a way for me to collect resources as an isolated, abused teenager and give me a source of hope. I think it gave me something to hoard, to call my own, even though it never really was. it was and always has been just my organization of a community's brilliance. and along the way, people seemed to like it. with this outpouring love and a community I could finally call myself apart of, I learned to let go of false ownership and instead grow a true love for archiving, for sharing.

now, I am a free, happy adult, and that time seems like forever ago. yet I continue collecting these resources and sharing our community's brilliance as an ode to that younger self, and because I still believe in the solarpunk community and it's message:

hope! keep hoping! endure! keep enduring! above all else, we must survive, we must dream, and we must LOVE!

I hope you reflect upon these with the same gentle, hopeful heart I always have. Praise the authors, love them, love yourself, and let our hope inspire you to create and act and be.

All of my love!

The Keeper

[homerforsure]

Encompassed: Coda for 6:10 In a Flash

Edit: Now on AO3 because I love attention

Pain arrives in increments. 

First, the headache that reminds him of how long it's been since he last ate, drank, slept. The nagging, insistent squeeze that doesn’t go away even when Maddie sees him rubbing his temples and offers him the bottle of ibuprofen she keeps in her purse. 

Next, it’s one sharp stab in the center of his chest, when his son, just a goddamn kid, asks the question he’s had to ask too many times before.

“Is he going to be okay?” 

“You know your Buck. He’s- He never gives up. Not ever.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah, buddy. Yeah, I’m scared.”

“Me too.” 

Panic tastes metallic at first and then like the sea as Eddie sobs silently on the edge of his bed before slipping down to the floor. He digs his fingernails into his arms and the fresh pain is an anchor, keeping him from spinning away in the churning dark. He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die He’s gonna die. 

Then it’s the weight of a bruise–technically three, four bruises maybe, but they all throb in time over his shoulder and down his arm and across his back and over his hip and thigh. If he’d been wearing a tank, he would have been fucked, cracked ribs and all. But maybe then he would have gotten to stay. He’d submit to the white and blue gown if it meant he could stay. 

Hugging his son is a good ache, one that tugs on all the others and soothes them at the same time until he hears a request that feels like fingertips pressing into every place that already hurts.

“I want to see Buck.”

“Maybe later.”

“There might not be a later!”

They fall asleep together in a shitty hospital chair after Christopher cries out every last ounce of pain into Eddie’s shirt and Eddie picks it up and holds onto it for him because that’s what it means to be a dad. 

“He told me he wasn’t going anywhere.”

The crick in his neck afterward is a mockery of the rest of his pain and, god, does Eddie feel all of it when Hen takes Christopher to the bathrooms and to get a snack and he realizes that somehow, he’s alone.

No. 

Not alone.

With Buck.

Because Buck is still in there. Eddie pounded on his chest to drag him back and the proof of it is in green lines on screens and shrill little beeps that slice at his sanity like death by a thousand cuts. 

He’s crushed breathless with pain now. Not a heart attack. Heart break. It might kill him just the same. 

“You said that to me too, you know,” he says as though they’re shoulder to shoulder with beers in hand. It’s always so much easier to say what he means when he doesn’t have to look Buck in the eye while he does it. “You said you weren’t going anywhere.” 

Buck moved toward the door and Eddie’s heart stuttered even as he sniffed, fighting to right himself and pretend he hadn’t just destroyed his house and possibly his reputation in the eyes of his son and his best friend. “Thanks. Thanks for coming,” Eddie said. “I can call you tomorrow. Let you know…” 

He’ll never forget the look that Buck gave him as he slipped off his shoes and pulled his key out of the front door lock where he’d left it in his frenzied run inside. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. And he hadn’t.

His fingers tangle in the blanket that sticks to the calluses on his hands and he doesn’t take Buck’s hand. Eddie knows how they fit together. His skin tingles with the memory of Buck’s too weak grip when he lay under the truck, later of Buck thinking he could squeeze hard enough to make Eddie give up and leave him alone when he fought through physical therapy, later still giving Eddie something solid to hold onto during his own recovery. What he doesn’t know is how it might feel to take Buck’s hand for no reason at all. He was thinking that he had time to figure out what it means that he’s been wondering about it more and more. 

“Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.”

“That kid,” he starts, coughs, tries again. “That kid needs you.”

Christopher is three for four on people he loves going into an ambulance and coming back out of the hospital again. Buck skews the average. Buck always comes out of it okay. He always- He always- 

“I need you.” 

This time the hurt is everywhere. It starts in his marrow and spreads hot through his bones and tissue. It flows through him like blood, perfusing his organs, flooding every cavity in a tide that can’t be staunched. It’s like every part of him that ever held love for Buck has been set on fire and now wails out in helpless, screaming agony. And there’s nothing he can do. 

Nothing, 

Except. 

Eddie grabs onto Buck like a lifeline, grasping his forearm and squeezing like he can pull him out of this with one good heave. He might never let go. Not until Buck wakes up and squeezes back.

[irishhorse-blog]

"jikook can't be a couple because they behave too much like one, when they're supposed to be hiding" no they're not??? they aren't obligated to hide, and they aren't behaving too much like a couple, they're doing just enough to insinuate that they are without explicitly saying it.

"we don't see taekook acting like a couple bc they keep that behaviour for when there's no cameras" and how would YOU know? are you a fly on the walls of their houses?? tkkrs reasons to ship tk is based on assumptions that there's more to them happening beyond what they let us see. while our reasons to ship jikook is that they actually behave like a couple without explicitly saying it, which leaves room for deniability, that tkkrs love to take advantage of.

jikook are being themselves and it's up to each individual to choose if they wanna see things for how they are or if they're gonna deny it to hell and make 162837292 theories that debunks jikook's bond and the way it looks.

tkkrs think it makes more sense to tell someone "i know jikook act like a couple, but let me tell you 100 theories that explain why they aren't one" and "ik taekook seem more tame and never do anything that shows they're a couple, but let me tell you 100 theories explaining why their seemingly platonic skinship is actually more than that but they're just hiding it. i have no actual proof that they do more behind the scenes but dude trust me"

one gotta make up a thousand theories to make taekook make sense when jikook makes sense just upon initial observation. you watch any jikook compilation and you'll find the editors (for the most part) not interfering with the moment and just letting you see it for how it is, and it always MAKES SENSE, for those who aren't willfully blind of course.

while watching any taekook compilation will give you moments that never stand out as something suspicious or beyond friendship levels, but the editors always gotta put in their two cents on what they BELIEVE is going on at that moment, treating it as a fact and acting like they're inside taekook's heads.

you got jkkrs stating how jk sucked jm's ear while tkkrs theorize on why it's normal between friends. you got jkkrs stating that jm gave jk a hickey while tkkrs theorize on how it wasn't actually jimin who did it. you got jkkrs stating how jk edits his GCFs in a way that highlights jimin, especially during certain lyrics or filters, while tkkrs downplay jk's intelligence in effort to debunk any special meanings related to jm. you got jkkrs stating how jk gives jm special treatment on his weverse lives and how jimin is the only member jk streams all his releases, watches compilations of, keeps up with his interviews/performances/MVs, but tkkrs are theorizing on why jimin isn't actually special to jungkook even if he's on live giggling kicking his feet to jimin videos, jungkook's special person however is one that jungkook never does the same for.

it's actually crazy how many hoops they gotta jump through to convince themselves that taekook is real when all they're doing is basing their beliefs on theories from fans who know as much as we do. it's crazy to me that tkkrs would rather be confused every time jk or tae do something and try to explain how it fits in the grand theme of taekook's storyline no matter how confusing and out of place it seems, when being a jikooker is much easier because jikook are very consistent and direct and it doesn't take fan theories to realize what's going on between them.

jk only watches jm content on live? jm must special then. see? easy.

jungkook made a GCF for jimin with queer coded lyrics? damn, they might be dating.

jimin gave jungkook a hickey?? TWICE??? they must make out/fuck.

jimin wasn't fazed when jungkook sucked his sweaty ear on stage? he must do that a lot.

jikook spend their birthdays together? they must really love each other.

jungkook went live for hours on White Day? a couple holiday in Korea? his partner must've been out of town then

jungkook speaks informally to jimin and jimin only? they must consider each other as equals then

jikook wore matching clothes on valentine's day? and they watched the first snow together (a couple's tradition in korea)? they must be a couple then.

jikook flirt constantly? jungkook especially doesn't flirt with anyone except/as much he flirts with jimin? they must be attracted to each other then.

jungkook's body is always unconsciously pointing towards jimin? he's obviously interested in jimin then.

IT'S SOOOO EASY!! WITH JIKOOK EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS SO EASY. i don't get why people willingly torture themselves by trying to disprove them??? do you hate the idea of them possibly being together that much??? if so then you need to ask yourself why, and QUICKLY.

613% agree.

I don't understand why they put themselves through all the logical gymnastics. They're gonna sprain something.

[six-of-ravens]

It's that time of year again! Time for my list of potential nano plots that I may or may not choose and might decide against at the last minute, but I like listing anyways.

Option 1: Maud Grey's Halfway Home for Failed Magicians (Rewrite)

Basic plot: A wizard in a fantasy world attempts to create a portal to another world, however he apparently fails and wakes up in a remote, isolated Home where magicians supposedly recover from the damage done by their failed workings. There he realizes he has actually developed a psychic link with a high school student in another world. Meanwhile, all is not well in the Home, and the mysteries keep piling up. Ales and Violet must work together to open a real portal before their mistakes and the mistakes of those who came before catch up with them

Pros: this would be a rewrite of my 2020 nano, so I have somewhat of a plot to work off of. Also have a lot of great worldbuilding ideas for this fantasy world that were not in the original so those will be fun

Cons: I tried rereading my 2020 nano a couple days ago and y'all....it is rough. ROUGH. i tried this stupid 3rd person omnicient point of view that SUCKS, and also gave my teen MC my personal anxiety struggles from when I was 16 and...dropped them a couple thousand words in when I realized that I could not possibly motivate her to do anything in that state. There's a reason I was a basement dwelling weeb teenager. I can fix all that in a rewrite but the cringe is just. lowkey killing me OTL.

Option 2: The One Set in the 50s

Basic plot: a young theoretical physicist and his new wife sign on to work at a privately-funded experimental facility in the middle of nowhere. While he works in the lab, she will be working too--for the entire community is a social experiment of uncertain purpose.

Pros: Brand new! Both in terms of not having been done before as a nano and being a new genre and character archetypes for me. I think this could be very creatively beneficial and fun!

Cons: Since it's new, it'll probably be Difficult to either plot or figure out the characters/setting etc, and I struggle with Difficult writing things nowadays (see: last year's nano that I gave up on like 10k words into).

Option 3: Bright Eyes (Rewrite 1.5)

Basic plot: this was my nano from 2018. A bunch of young adults in a college town in the mountains are blackmailed by the local faeries into solving a bunch of murders. There's monsterfucking. Alien conspiracies. Queer drama. Sheltered, closeted, and isolated teens figuring out adult life. Someone's weird cousin who's just there. You know the guy.

Pros: a rewrite, so easier because again: most of a plot is already formed. Lots of characters and situations I enjoy.

Cons: tried to rewrite this one already (and then somehow lost that draft??), and I suspect it doesn't need a full rewrite so much as a boatload of editing, which doesn't make it great nano material

Option 4: Medieval!AU Fanfic of My Own Damn OCs (copout)

Basic plot: okay so, these characters are all ripped from another story that will Never see the light of day (it's one of those Daydream Tales that simply cannot be written on paper), I just chucked them in a castle to see what would happen. Prince Terrance is arranged to marry the daughter of the most powerful wizard in the kingdom, but when she arrives it becomes clear that the wizard has bigger plans than being a royal-adjacent parent-in-law. Shenanigans ensue.

Pros: this would be just for the lulz without any pressure or expectation that anyone would ever have to see it. could literally sit down every day and smash random words into a doc like this is a medieval soap opera, no pressure.

Cons: once again I worry that I might run out of plot. As with any story with a romance, I think the ~main couple~ would get together pretty fast bc I'm just not interested in writing slow-burn pining and whining (read? yes. write? kill me.) and then....what? 40k more words to fill with wizardly evil plots. Hm.

[cripticbite]

"Waiter, my spaghetti is cold!" Game Design breakdown and BTS!

Hello, dear reader! Welcome to the nonsensical ramblings of an excited vn dev.

Here, I'll be pretending to know what I'm talking about; trying to break down the design process of my vn game, and how I went about creating my O2A2 Jam assets.

Spoiler warning for the story!

^^ pixel cat gifted by the lovely spiderpunkss on twitter!!♡

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Index:

1) Starting a game is tough (early doodles)

2) The chicken or the egg? (developing a background that influenced the game's genre)

3) Just who, exactly, is Sean? (developing the love interest)

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1) Starting a game is tough :

While the thought of creating a game excited me, the thought of writing, programming or creating multiple expressions for a sprite sounded tedious.

Getting over the dread of starting was possibly the most challenging thing I had to overcome, but once O2A2 popped up I thought, "Ten days and less than a thousand words? That sounds simple enough."

So I sat down and, without much thought, started doodling different waiters. Why were they waiters? No specific reason, really. O2A2 being a short jam meant I didn't have to stress about the story too much- I was aiming to have fun while experimenting, which the jam encouraged.

While doodling, a quote surfaced: "He isn't picking up the phone. Even worse, your pasta is cold! Unacceptable!". It sounded fun, even though I wasn't sure what to do with it.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to form a concept surrounding this quote, and to bring it to life.

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^^ Sean's earliest doodles. To this day I still can't decide on his age. He seems to be around his early twenties, and holds onto a dream.

^^ This silly doodle inspired the final design the most. "His big forehead is somewhat charming." - friend peeking over shoulder at my doodles.

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2) The chicken or the egg? :

So- which came first, the genre or the background?

Typically, picking out a genre makes it easier to decide on your game assets and story, but I had a revelation midway that changed everything.

The quote I had gave me rom-com vibes, so I was thinking about ways to achieve that. Would the MC initiate the talk? Would the love interest be cocky? Would it just end up with the MC accidentally choking on a ring that was hidden in the spaghetti by the love interest because both parties have difficulty in expressing their feelings outright?

Worried about the time limit (for absolutely no reason, I still had 9 days left) I decided on the rom-com genre for the time being.

Set on a theme for my background, I pulled up some references I took IRL and got to forming the diner one chair at a time. After I was satisfied with the model, I started editing it and drew in small details that gave the background 'life', such as a board and some blinds (as seen in the in-game menu illustration- consistency is key!).

Then I was messing around with the hues when...

oh...

I really liked the purple-hued night edit.

It didn't really 'give' rom-com, but it looked really cool when compared to the morning edit. It just felt right, so I had finally decided on the genre based on the background: this game was going to take a romance/drama/mystery-ish path.

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^^ I was getting quite sick of chairs. And yes, I was considering adding a logo, but was worried about the time limit so decided against it.

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3) Just who, exactly, is Sean? :

Good question, me-that's-pretending-to-be-the-reader-that-asks-a-specific-question.

Even after having a doodle I wanted to base Sean off of, I had no idea what his personality was like; as in, who he really was. Creating a character that people could connect to or have the faintest interest in made me pause for a moment and ponder.

What makes a mysterious-and-lovable character? How mysterious is too mysterious to the point the player has difficulty in connecting with the character / it acts as an annoyance? How do I naturally reveal certain aspects without overwhelming the player or seeming too on-the-nose? What should I prioritise in mentioning within the 1000-word limit?

Honestly, planning this beforehand would have been the smart thing to do, and would have saved me a lot of time. But when throwing questions around wasn't getting me anywhere, I decided to finally sit down and just write the damn script.

I kept writing, hoping to reach somewhere, while trying not to overwhelm the player with too much info and stay under the 1000 word limit. When I got to something that resembled an ending I could work with (Ending A in-game), I looked through the script and realised, oh!

"So that's Sean."

It's like he blossomed out of the dialogue and flicked my forehead for forgetting to outline the story, in order to understand the characters and their motivations, like the dumb-ass I sometimes am.

We live and learn, folks.

So here's the gist of it: After figuring out he was the right-hand-man of Oscar (the supposed antagonist that relied on Sean to get people to talk through intimidation / usually front-and-centre of their operations / mostly 'on the field' .etc) his design came more naturally. Finally having a script also helped in figuring out his expressions / reactions, so that worked out as well.

It was also fun playing around with shapes in his character design. While squares can be found in his form such as his physique and apron (typically represents someone strong, reliable) he also had triangles sprinkled in his hair (typically represents something sharp, someone 'menacing' and unpredictable). The rules, of course, are general and can be bent; and the shapes can be mixed to convey different things, but that's a ramble for another time.

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^^ Some expressions I was trying out. Not everything made the cut o(>< )o

^^ The concept art helped me visualise the placement and size of the sprite within the game.

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And that brings us to the end of my nonsensical rambling.

I do hope you enjoyed, dear reader, and if you're thinking of starting out I hope I was able to help in some way, by lifting the curtain and revealing some of the magic.

You can do it, and your story will resonate with someone out there!!! Don't be afraid to take your first game as a learning experience, and have fun!

Until next time!

( ´ ω ` )ノﾞ

[maraudersarecanon]

@tossyouforedinburgh, @tis-the-boards-season - here's my analysis finally!

I have never done any type of song analysis before so please forgive me if parts of it read a bit more like a fan edit than analysis (I watch A LOT of fan edits). That being said, if anyone does want to edit this song to Aziracrow based on my little ramblings, you are very, very welcome to do so - please message me and I would love to see it!

Analysis under the cut!

Verse 1

Forgive me Peter

"I forgive you" were Aziraphale's last words to Crowley and the whole idea of forgiveness from Aziraphale always irked Crowley so this is almost a bitter, sarcastic line from him

My lost fearless leader In closets like cedar Preserved from when we were just kids

This is just the idea of maintaining their comfortable, peaceful existence that they've made for themselves and preserving the memories of their thousands of years together from when they were just "kids" (young angels making nebulae)

Is it something I did

Crowley second guessing every move he made and wondering if he should’ve done something different to make Aziraphale stay, wondering if the kiss actually drove him further away

The goddess of timing Once found us beguiling

God is either their biggest shipper or evil and there is no in between

She said she was trying Peter was she lying My ribs get the feeling she did

This is Crowley's whole doubt about whether God is out there, whether She cares, what the Ineffable Plan even means etc

And I didn't want to come down

He didn't want to face the reality that they could never be together and he just wanted to pine after Aziraphale and hope that one day it would all work out

I thought it was just goodbye for now

Every time Aziraphale left, it was never permanent until this last time

Chorus

You said you were gonna grow up Then you were gonna come find me You said you were gonna grow up Then you were gonna come find me Said you were gonna grow up Then you were gonna come find me

He gave Crowley so many conflicting signs like sometimes it seemed like Aziraphale liked him back, but sometimes he just said "You go too fast for me Crowley" so Crowley just waited and waited until he was ready

Words from the mouths of babes promises, oceans deep But never to keep Oh, never to keep

The promise here is that they were on their own side yet Aziraphale still betrayed Crowley by going to join Heaven

Verse 2

Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer

This HAS to be about Aziraphale's magic act and more broadly just his bubbly nature and ability to find joy in everything

I've heard great things Peter But life was always easier on you Than it was on me

Yes, both Heaven and Hell are dysfunctional but Crowley was a demon sneakily trying to do good whereas Aziraphale was an angel occasionally disobeying Heaven for the better of humanity so Crowley was always in so much more danger of a much worse punishment and Aziraphale could never fully understand that no matter how hard he tried

And sometimes it gets me When crossing your jet stream We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon In different galaxies

Maybe they were both representatives on Earth so they were on humanity's side more than other angels or demons, but they were still from opposing sides with opposing perspectives so in some ways they were galaxies apart

And I didn't want to hang around We said it was just goodbye for now

When they fought like the Holy Water argument or the bandstand, Crowley didn't try to "hang around" but it was always just a temporary split because when Aziraphale was in trouble, Crowley always came back

Bridge

And I won't confess that I waited But I let the lamp burn

Crowley could never give up on Aziraphale and save himself even when he said he would like the bandstand or when Aziraphale was harbouring Gabriel

As the men masqueraded

This is about Heaven masquerading as being the side of good but actually being just as evil as Hell

I hoped you'd return With your feet on the ground Tell me all that you'd learned Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

Even after Aziraphale went to Heaven, Crowley was still holding out hope that he'd realise they were unfixable like Crowley had millennia ago and he'd come back to Crowley

And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25

Aziraphale promised it would be their side but he still left anyways

And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

Crowley had waited for him every time but he never seemed to learn so after that final step into the elevator, Crowley finally released that their time together was up

Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life

The "lost boys chapter" is the 6000 years they spent on Earth together which is gone now

Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried To hold onto the days when you were mine

He waited until the very last second to see if Aziraphale would change his mind so they could go back to the way things were

But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

When Aziraphale left, Crowley knew that was the end and so he left Whickber Street with the bookshop and Maggie and Nina and drove off away from their life together

Wow this is heartbreaking! I hope I've somehow managed to communicate my thoughts somewhat coherently. Please do reblog with any additions!

PETER BUT IT’S CROWLEY TO AZIRAPHALE

Someone tell me they see it?

[spooky-titties]

Listening to you

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Listening to you

Prompt: “You should let me record you singing, so that I still have a piece of you when your gone.” Pairing: F/Reader x Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Warnings: Hardly any editing oops, tooth rotting fluff Word count: 1400

You and Bradley had been together for roughly a year, having met through Penny. You were one of her favorite regulars. Whenever you came in you were always bringing her presents, whether it be baked goods you had made or just a little trinket that you saw while out and knew she would love. Over time you became one of her good friends and not just a regular. 

One day, while in the bar you were complaining to her about being single while eating one of the cookies you had baked to share with her. She had heard this tangent a thousand times over, and she could almost predict what you were going to say. She smiled half heartedly at you, her eyes soon darting towards the door as it chimed, a small smile resting on her lips as she looked at Rooster. She had heard the same tangent from him whenever he hung out with Pete and her. Her eyes darted between the two of you, a smirk growing on her lips. 

She had introduced you to him, and just like that everything was history. 

Now here you are, nearly a year down the road. He was packing his duffle bag for yet another mission. He had been on plenty since y’all had been together, but this one was going to be keeping him away from you for nearly a month, the longest one yet. 

You watched him pack from where you sat cross legged on his bed. He was folding up a pair of his sweatpants tucking them away into his bag. A small smile rested on your lips as he hummed the ever catchy song Great Balls of Fire to himself. “You should let me record you singing it before you leave.” You said, giggling as he danced a bit. 

“Yeah? Why’s that, darlin?” He grinned, rummaging through his drawers. 

“So that I can listen to it while you’re gone, so that I still have a piece of you with me right here.” You said, shyly rubbing the back of your neck. It was a silly request, that much you knew. You had thought about asking him about it months ago, and never did, mainly because you didn’t want him to think you were weird for asking him.

He paused, looking up in the mirror that sat on his dresser, watching you. He could see the blush creeping up your neck all the way to your cheeks at your request. He felt his heart swell at your words, a smile breaking out over his face. “Well, if that’s the case, come on then, darlin!” He grinned, moving to take your hand as he pulled you up from his bed. 

“Really?” You asked, a hopeful smile taking over your face. You weren’t sure if he would let you record him performing the song, but now you were so glad that you asked. 

You grabbed your phone, you soft laughs bouncing off the wall as he pulled you through his house. He pulled you into his living room, dropping your hand so that he could sit at his piano. He looked at you, watching you pull up the recording app on your phone before setting it on the piano, giving him a nod. Just like that his fingers were dancing across the keys and his voice was filling your ears. 

He had to fly out the next day, you had stayed the night, and spent the morning with him before he left mummering ‘I love yous’ and ‘you come back home to me’ in hushed voices, like they were secrets for only you two to hear. There wasn’t much he could tell you about the mission, you just knew that much like the others it was going to be dangerous. 

He gave you full permission to stay at his home while he was gone, and he knew you would because it smelled like him. The first few days were the worst, you had been so accustomed to his presence, and to not have him with you felt like a piece of you was missing. 

As the days turned to weeks, it never got easier but staying at his house helped, and listening to him sing on repeat made it feel like he was there. You were still sending him text daily, even though you knew he couldn’t respond. Today was no different as you texted him telling him that you were doing some cleaning around his house. 

What you didn’t know was that the mission had ended early, and not only was he home, he was on his way to see you right now. When he pulled into his driveway your car was parked in the same place it always was. 

He couldn’t help but smile at that, knowing that you had probably been here most of the time that he was gone. He knew that his house now not only smelled like him, but now you. He knew that his bed probably smelled of the perfume that he had bought you for your birthday. He knew that his bathroom smelled of the fruity smelling shampoo and conditioner, not to mention the floral body wash you used. He knew that, and he loved it. 

He quickly got out of the car, jogging to his front door before quietly opening it, wanting so badly so badly to surprise you. As he stepped into his house he stopped in his tracks at the music that was playing through the speakers he had set up. 

It was him.

He had thought it was adorable when you had asked his permission to record him performing the song, and now to hear you listening to it, his heart nearly skipped a beat. He could hear you singing along from the kitchen, “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” You sang, loudly, obviously thinking you were in his home alone. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he crept towards the kitchen, watching you from the doorway. You were wearing one of the many Hawaiian shirts that he owned and a pair of sleep shorts, and you looked so damn cute. “I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny but you came along and you moved me, honey. I've changed my mind, this love is fine. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire.” You continued, dancing as you sang into the scrubber in your hand, treating it like a microphone. 

He starts to slowly walk into his kitchen, chuckling softly as you danced to the music, slinging bubbles and water everywhere, “Kiss me baby!” You sang, a slight squeal escaping your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist. 

He presses a quick kiss to your lips, grinning as he pulls back, “Ooo, that feels good, baby.” He continued, chuckling at the surprised look on your face. “Hold me baby! I wanna love you like a lover should.” He sang, practically serenading you at this point. 

You moved, frantically turning off the recording on your phone as you turned to face him, “Why didn’t you tell me what you were back? I would have come to meet you at the base!” You said, letting out a soft sting of giggles as he pulled you back against his chest, your soapy hands snaking around his neck. 

“And miss out on a chance to surprise you? I think not, sweet girl.” He chuckled, before nodding to your phone. “Besides, getting to see that little show made it all the better. How many times have you listened to that?” He questioned, a wide grin resting on his lips as he watched a deep blush spread across your face. 

“A couple times,” You started, watching him raise a brow. “A day.” You finished, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he stared down at you with so much love and adoration. 

“Well, baby, I’m back now, what do you say to hearing the real thing?” He asked, a laugh falling from your lips as he dragged you over to his piano. 

It was hard for that song to not become one of your favorites, especially when Rooster sang it, because he was your favorite, and nothing was ever going to change that

[maiyami]

“I know it’s hard to love me.”

This is a quick thought I had. I have just been through a really tough time and I felt a bit angsty. Just overall said boi themes, sorry I’m in my feels today.

Im lazy there are so many warning and this is not edited. Trigger warnings all over this one, if you’re under 18, don’t react or I’ll block you.

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Sad themes, break up, language, self blame, angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, no happy ending.

You just hide yourself away, it’s what you end up doing best when hurt. Honestly…it’s a bad habit. Vanishing into thin air when your world seems like it comes crashing down around you. Sadly this is your defense mechanism, has been since you were a little girl. Some habits are easier to shake than others.

So here you were, sitting high on your building rooftop. Cigarette between your lips, while the cool air of the night nipped your cheeks. Some might think that freezing yourself half to death wouldn’t make you feel better. But it’s just the opposite for you, it makes you feel alive. Pulls you out of the numbness you feel in your soul currently. Taking a long drag, you blow the smoke out into the night sky.

“Those will kill you, dumbass.” A husky voice sounded behind you. You didn’t move a muscle, couldn’t. If you were the first to turn around, you’d crack. Crack into a thousand pieces that are just barely kept together. You didn’t think he’d come so soon, so soon after you let him in on everything.

Just a week earlier, your poured your soul out to him. How you were ready for something more, that it was scary and you needed to take it slow. But you wanted to be committed, you wanted to be his. You believed everything to be perfect, that he finally got what he wanted and you finally spoke those unspoken feelings.

But of course, you ruined it. You just had to argue with him, over attention of all things. Something you knew was going to be difficult with his schedule. But he still had time for Kirishima, you think that’s were it really hurt. That you felt as so he was ignoring you, becoming distant already. Not approaching it in the most reasonable way, you let him know that it bugged you.

Bugged you to the point where you didn’t let him have the space he asked for. Pushed to hard, hard enough that he rethought everything about your relationship. That maybe you both were just in two different places in life, that you deserved someone who can give you the attention you needed. Blah blah blah…you heard it all before. You were the girl that was just not worth it after an argument. You believed that about yourself as well.

“What do you want Bakugou. I already told you how I felt, you don’t get to lecture me on what’s good or bad for my body.” You huffed back slightly, see unable to try and turn around to face him.

He was silent for what felt like years, mulling over in his head what he should say. It wasn’t until you heard a shaky breath come from his chest.

“You think this doesn’t hurt me? Well it does, I didn’t like doing this to you. Hurting you this way, I never wanted to do that to you. You deserve someone that makes you happy, it’s not that you didn’t try hard enough for me. You are more than enough, I think you’re the right person for me but it’s just bad timing.”

That’s when you turned around, you were never good at hiding how you really felt about something. Your facial expressions gave you up quicker then any words that ever came from your mouth.

“I wish you told me this last week, it would have saved me from feeling so fucking stupid. Look at it through my eyes, Bakugou. Everything was fine last week, you were excited that I finally told you how I felt…how it took me so long to even admit these feelings…to even want to be in a relationship…you were going to call me your significant other if someone asked. To now whatever this is, not together anymore…not even friends…you’d be confused as well if you were in my shoes…just as hurt as well.”

Now that got his attention, nostrils flaring while his vermilion eyes stared through you. “Yeah, that’s how I felt. I never lied too you.” His chest was raising and falling rapidly. Yeah, this really wasn’t easy for him as well. But your own sourness over the whole situation just couldn’t let you see it just yet.

Your eyes stared back, there was no backing down now.

“Feelings don’t change that quickly. It just hurts. Felt like I was so easily dropped, and I can’t pretend that it didn’t shatter my heart.”

He stepped closer this time now, his palms clenching into fists to keep his wildly popular temper in tact.

“My feelings haven’t changed! Don’t act like I’m doing this with a smile on my face and a pep in my step, y/n. I’m fucking hurting too.”

“This is fucking karma coming to bite me in the ass…” you muttered to yourself, honestly you shouldn’t have said it but you just couldn’t keep it from slipping your lips.

“This has nothing to do with karma!” He shouted this time, it rang in your ears. “I didn’t do this to be spiteful or to make you feel the same pain I felt all those months ago when you couldn’t reciprocate my feelings for you. I can’t give you the time and attention you need, it’s unfair of me to make you feel lonely!”

“I never felt lonely even when you weren’t here! You don’t understand how much you mean to me!” Now you were shouting, tears coming down your cheeks from your anger.

“It sucks to think that one argument about you being busy could lead to this! Not even a week in us actually “dating” and it’s already over with. You didn’t give it a shot, Katsuki. We both know this!”

“I did give it a fucking shot! I just realize that I still have my own shit I need to work on, so do you. I can’t commit myself to someone when I’m not whole myself. It’s not fair.” You could feel the emotion coming from his chest. It was coming off him in waves. He stuttered off something along the times that he couldn’t promise you anything right now but you both needed time away from each other.

So you were going to be honest with him. Even if it hurt yourself to say it and hurt for him to hear it.

“I know it’s hard to love me, my father used to say it all the time. So I have come to accept that it’ll never be easy to love someone like me.” You took a sharp breath before continuing. “When I get hurt, I shut myself out. And the first thing I want to do is hurt those who hurt me 10x more than how they hurt me. So I lash out.” This was the calmest you had spoken this entire time.

“I say or do things I end up regretting. Like how I said that I could never be your friend after this again. I said it in the heat of the moment.” You turned your gaze from him. “It was hard for me to open up to you in the first place. I thought I was going to feel suffocated like how I had in the past with mono relationships…but with you? That feeling never came.”

“You felt like a breath of fresh air and you gave me a warmth that I just couldn’t help but bask in it. I could have said harsh things to you, blocked you, and washed you clean out of my life. I just couldn’t do it, you’re my best friend and it hurt knowing that I was going to lose you over something I knew would happen if we spoke about things left unspoken. I said things I know you’ll never forget, the same goes for what you said.” As you kept speaking, you heard his breath bitch a little.

“I love you, sure it’s a shit time to say it back but I might as well be honest. I want you to get everything you deserve out of this world. I really don’t want to lose you, which is selfish of me…however if that something in life is for me not to be apart of it? I wish you all the luck in the world. I can’t take back what I said, that will be something I’ll have to live with until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Katsuki just stared at you dumbfounded, he looked so shocked. He was at a loss for words.

“I don’t know what to say, I didn’t think you’d confess like this. I can’t promise you anything but right now…we aren’t good for each other. I can’t give you the attention you need. It’s not that it’s hard to love you…I-I need to go.” He was nervous it was plain to see.

“I’m going to be clear, I don’t need attention. I don’t need it to keep a relationship alive. I was ready to give you everything, I didn’t think an argument would ruin it so quickly.” You spoke soft now, walking by him to get back to the fire escape. Not turning around to look at him one more time.

“It is hard to love me, I don’t make it easy. I get angry to often, fire my mouth off and regret it later. Well…now is later. I love you, more than I’ll ever care to admit. I hope you find someone that will make your world spin. Make you forget that I even existed. It’ll go back to us being strangers, I know it’s hard to love me…but I’ll keep being hard to love if it ends up making you grow…and find the perfect person for you.”

You held back the tears that threatened to pour down your cheeks once more, leaving Katsuki on that rooftop. Just like he was another stranger.

[astranva]

TikTok Compilation (pt.2)

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some language, very, very slight implied smut; like, it’s a line.

Summary: Yet another compilation of Y/N and Harry content on TikTok as a couple.

// masterlist //

a/n i’ve been receiving loads of tiktok requests so i combined some here! y’all have been asking for this for so long, sorry it took me long to post! let me know what you think. stay safe, friends!

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Surely, you had hoped life would have taken a turn a long time ago with the pandemic.

Going outside without masks and crippling fear seemed like a dream, despite it all having been a reality for most of our lives. And while it was cliché, you truly don’t know what you have until it’s gone, like the boring routine you had complained about but now wished to get back.

And in your case, you also didn’t know that one app could have the ability to make things slightly easier during these times – TikTok.

Call it as you may, but quarantine TikTok content was a blessing and while you could swear by that, so could the fans and everyone else on the app since the moment you (and Harry) joined.

Having had tried so many pranks, challenges, and dances, you showed no signs of coming to an end of finding humor and pleasure from the app that Gen Z dominated with the wildest spirits.

With wild spirits, came wild content and for a generation that is openly expressive, there was also wholesome content; all of which Harry’s fans had tagged you to do and try with him.

‘Make your partner impersonate you’

For that one, Harry seemed to be the most excited to do, face beaming with a thousand spiraling ideas of things he could do and say.

The moment the video began, Harry was seen under your white covers, your pink velvet headband that everyone considered iconic rested on his head to show that he was acting like you, pretending to be sleepy as he spoke in a softer voice than his, “Don’t want to get up. More cuddles, please, baby.”

Then video then cut to Harry in the kitchen, you following behind him.

“I wonder where H is, need to pinch his bum.” He said in the same pitch he used for the previous shot.

The video then cut to Harry sitting on the couch beside you, holding his phone, “Baby, look at that!” He showed you his phone, showing you a video on TikTok, “Can we do it?”

‘Wipe your lips after your bf kisses you’

For this, you were picking Harry up from the studio.

Waiting in the parking lot, you had your phone placed behind the box of tissues.

To stay safe, you began recording a normal video for you to edit later as you waited for Harry to show.

When he did, Harry looked right and left as he searched for your car before his eyes fell on you and despite the mask on his face hiding half of it, you could tell that he smiled.

Getting inside the car, Harry took off his mask with a sigh, “First time to actually breathe since morning.” He said before leaning closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.

Doing your part, you looked ahead as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, noticing Harry’s body stiff as he looked at you.

“Did you just-” He paused, “Did you wipe your lips?”

You hummed in confusion, acting as if you hadn’t heard him as you looked at him.

“Did you-Come here,” he frowned before pulling you close by your hoodie’s drawstrings, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss again.

Again, you wiped your lips.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked, not only confusion being evident in his tone, but hurt, too, “Why are you wiping my ki-Babe, I’m clean.”

“What?” You asked, looking at him as you smiled amusingly, trying to contain your laughter.

“Why are you wiping my kiss?” Harry almost whined, frowning.

“I’m sorry, it’s for TikTok,” you giggled, breaking into laughter when he groaned with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed your jaw, kissing your lips more aggressively.

“Never again.”

‘Let go of your partner’s hand and see what they do’

If there was one thing Harry liked to brag about, it was knowing how to multitask; drive with one hand, hold yours with the other.

It was a natural occurrence for the both of you to hold hands when he drove, no matter what.

Deciding to try that one trend, you took advantage of Harry being focused on the road to film your intertwined hands on your thigh for two seconds before taking your hand out of his.

Instantly, Harry glanced at you, seemingly unaware to you tilting your phone in the other hand to film his face, “Why’d you leave my hand?” He only mumbled before opening his palm towards you once again, smiling when he heard you softly giggle as you put your hand back in his, cooing when he raised it his lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles, “This stays right here.”

‘Film yourself acting like your partner’

Since the TikTok of Harry acting you like received so many reactions, among them were fans asking you to act like Harry as well, and Harry was down to watch that happen.

Harry recorded you, first shot of video being a little shaky as he couldn’t contain his giggles while watching you in his flared pants, an oversized shirt, his cross pendant on your neck between the valley of your chest, rings on your fingers that showed chipped black polish on your nails.

Your hair was gathered up in a scrunchie, one leg over the other as you sat on a chair, “I’m Harry Styles,” you began, “And like, I never explain my music, I let people interpret it the way they want because music,” you sucked a breath, “Is art. It’s a form of expression that isn’t limited, it’s, like, very open. Like the ocean.” You said slowly, mimicking Harry’s accent and smiling at the end when Harry burst out laughing.

For the next shot, you were in Harry’s white bathrobe, coming out of the bathroom before leaning on the doorframe and looking at Harry as he filmed you, “You sure you’re going to let me shower alone, love?”

Another shot was of you in Harry’s joggers and TPWK black hoodie, sprawled on your couch with the hood on, looking at Harry in disbelief as you still mimicked his accent and deep voice, “Excuse me? Why are you standing there and not cuddling me?”

In a grey tank top of his that you dramatically spilt water on to make it look like sweat and sweat shorts, you had Harry’s boxing gloves on your hands as you bumped your fists together, approaching Harry as he recorded, “God, I’m so sweaty, I have to go hug my girlfriend.”

For the final shot, you had Harry’s guitar in your arms, adjusting the strap as you stood, “I’m going to write a song that is so sexual and record it but I’m not going to release it because I’m a biiiiiitch.” You sang, dramatically strumming the guitar.

‘Pretend to take a mirror selfie with your partner then whisper something dirty in their ear’

You enjoyed the sun; the way it sneaked inside yours and Harry’s room from the sides of your curtains, lit up the room so warmly.

You enjoyed how the natural lighting looked for pictures.

You also enjoyed teasing the shit out of your boyfriend.

“Come here,” you made one grabby hand at Harry who entered the room, scratching his chin, “Let’s take a picture.”

Already used to random pictures being taken together, Harry reached you, standing in front of your vanity mirror as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss against your temple.

Oblivious to it being a video, Harry leaned his chin on your shoulder, giving his famous smug look to the mirror as you held up your phone.

Turning your head, you made sure your voice was low so that your phone wouldn’t pick what you said;

“Want you to pound me.”

And instantly, Harry’s smug look faltered; his eyes widening, face brightening as he looked at you as you giggled before releasing a squeal once you felt him carry you and move you from where you stood, and to the bed as you laughed.

‘Tell your partner your ex wants to return a hoodie of yours’

Propping your phone up, you made sure it showed Harry as he cooked while you sat on the kitchen stool.

You folded your arms on the table, clearing your throat as you eyed Harry while he was chopping carrots.

“Hey, H,” Harry hummed, stealing a glance at you before looking back at his chore, “My ex called earlier,”

At this, Harry’s eyebrows furrowed before he looked up at you, putting down the knife and leaning his hands on the counter, his arms seeming to look bigger as he tensed, “What did he say?”

Trying not to laugh, you looked down, beginning to play with your fingers before giving him a shrug, “Just that he still has a hoodie of mine at his place,”

“Yeah?”

“And asked if I need it back.”

“What did you say?”

You gave him another shrug, “Said I’ll let him know.”

“Well, do you need it?” He asked, “Like really need it?”

“Yeah, it was my high school’s.”

“But baby, you have a lot of hoodies,” one hand of his reached to his lips, fingers grazing his bottom lip for a moment, “Can get it for you.”

“That’d be so awkward, H,” you sighed.

“Why? I’m your boyfriend.” Harry reasoned, “Maybe I can just come with you,” he said again before his face lit up, “I can have it customized instead. Just tell me how it looked like and-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, “It won’t be the same.”

“Come on, love,” he frowned, “He calls you 3 years later to tell you he still has your hoodie. You don’t think that’s suspicious? He knows you’re with m-Everyone knows we’re together.”

“Maybe he forgot,” you shrugged, “Actually, let me call and as-”

“Oh, fuck no!” Harry instantly rushed to you.

‘Aggressively tell your partner you love them’

Chilling on the couch, Harry was watching the TV, unaware of your phone that had been resting on the shelf to record you beforehand.

You stomped where Harry was, whose head snapped to you, his mouth chewing his banana bite slower as he eyed you carefully, taking in your angry state.

You threw your notebook on the couch beside him, “I love you!” You said aggressively, a frown on your face as you pointed at him, “I fucking love you!”

Harry took a moment, his face shifting to one of amusement before he raised his hands up – one holding his banana – before pointing at you, “I fucking love you, too!” He screamed.

“No, no,” you shook your head, still aggressively speaking, “I love you more!”

“I’m so fucking in love with you!” Harry said as aggressively, standing in an instant, towering over you as he pressed himself against you before wrapping one arm around you, “Why are we shouting, you weirdo?”

‘Stick your hand out and see what your partner does’

Harry was sat beside you on his laptop, music blasting from it as he emailed himself some tasks.

Recording him with one hand, you reached your arm out, opening your palm at him.

Harry looked down at your hand, a smile making its way to his face before he looked at you before placing his chin on your hand, closing his eyes as he gave you a dopey smile as you squished his cheeks while giggling, “Hiii.”

[juliasjustanidiot]

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sit with me - cc!dream x reader

synopsis: you get home from work rather quickly because your boyfriend texted you telling you he wants you to sit with him while he worked. who were you to say no?

-ˏˋ 📩 ˎˊ- requested: i accidentally deleted the request but here it was: hi! imagine dream and y/n in bed and dream just turning to y/n and saying “i love you” out of no where. like knjkhlal this might be bad but like 👀

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none unless you consider fluff and possible speeding down a street with good reason

word count: 1.1K

with a click, you opened the door to your apartment and breathed in the scent of your beloved home. the scent bringing you a relief to be able to relax after your twelve hour shift and made your serotonin levels go off the charts.

with a content sigh, you tossed your keys onto the wooden kitchen table and made your way to the living room, a cozy couch just waiting for you and your exhausted ass.

despite the thought of a long and well deserved rest you needed as you stared longingly at the seat, you had something more important to do rather than scroll through endless pages of the internet.

it had been far too long since you’ve gotten to see your boyfriend, dream. you wanted nothing more than to be greeted by him and then immediately drag him to bed with you.

he had texted you minutes before you had arrived home that he wanted you to sit with him. it was what caused you to drive sixty down a road with a thirty-five miles per hour speed limit.

he must’ve been in his office if he hadn't heard you come through the door. he was always cooped up in there, but you didn’t mind. it made it easier to find out where he was on nights where you were feeling especially clingy.

you went to the door that formerly opened to the guest bedroom, but you and dream decided it was much better suited as an office.

when you got there, you knocked, waiting patiently for dream to prepare for you to enter. you were able to hear the clicking of a keyboard and dream’s faint voice talking into his microphone.

after giving him a few seconds, you let yourself in and saw him sitting at his desk, obviously busy. you were a little disappointed to see the twitch tab open on his monitor, but still put on a big smile as you remembered that he wanted you to sit with him while he was streaming. you poked your head around the door frame to make sure your presence was known.

“hi, i’m home,” you said softly, staring at your very sleep deprived looking boyfriend. dream muted himself and turned to you, taking his headset off.

he always took his headset off for you. it let you know that he was really listening to you. “hi, babe,” he said with a big grin on his face, staring at you with his big emerald loving eyes. your heart melted upon the sight of him staring at you with such a blissful, calming expression.

he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over. so it seemed you would be getting that well deserved rest after all.

strolling over, you gave him a quick peck on his lips before seating yourself comfortably on his lap. you buried your head in his chest as he reached over for his headset to put it back on again.

“sit here with me while i finish up?” he asked you gently, as he adjusted his headset. a nod of your head giving him confirmation to continue with his stream.

you’d done this a couple times with him. on particular days like these, it was becoming more frequent ever since your job gave you more hours.

no one knew of your relationship with dream except the two of you and perhaps a few of the closest people in your lives. you were content with that and wished it to stay that way for as long as possible.

you trusted dream to not disclose your relationship to the public without your consent. he was always keen on letting you in on things that both of you decided would be best in your relationship.

you just listened as he answered questions from chat and ran around in a minecraft world he had just generated. you felt the low vibrations against your head every time he spoke a word due to your head being right against his chest.

you could feel your eyes slowly begin to feel heavier and heavier, the weight eventually causing you to fully shut your eyes.

a feeling of warmth on top of your head eliciting you further into your sleepy state. dream’s hand had made it on top of your head, rubbing circular motions as he continued talking to his chat. he switched between his keyboard and your head every so often, keeping up with this pattern for at least another quarter to an hour.

finally, he wrapped up his stream saying his farewell to his viewers and ending the long stream. “y/n?” he said ever so delicately as to not awaken you in case you were asleep.

you hummed a quiet “hm?” in response, on the brink of slumber.

“let’s go to sleep, baby.” he tapped your thigh lightly, going back to massaging the circles into your temples at the same time.

you nodded in response, eyes still closed with no effort to open them. dream sighed before standing up, swinging you over his arms to carry you to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you on your bed, telling you to sit up so he could help you change into sleepwear, all doing so with you practically half asleep.

finally, you were both under the covers and pressed against each other, dream with an arm around you fondly. you snuggled up to him, letting out a doting sigh.

your motionless body led dream to deem you sound asleep so he did the same, at least you thought he did.

“i love you,” you heard him whisper to your presumed asleep self. he had never said those three words to you before. those three words made you feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your stomach and just all around your body. you’ve heard those words being said millions of times from people like your family, but you had never felt those words until now. you never wanted to stop feeling them. your brain was about to shut down before, but it was wide awake now with a million thoughts flaring up with what to respond with.

“i love you too,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. you had been scared to say it before, thinking he didn’t love you back. but now you were invincible, there was no fear behind a single syllable.

there were more noises of sheets and blankets being moved around as he pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. he kissed the crook of your neck ever so gently before burying his face in there, taking in your scent and holding you tight. not a single word was spoken after both of your confessions, but over a thousand words were said.

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written by @faithajo24, added on & edited by me.

taglist: @etheriaaly

[issaxcharlie]

Owen hosts Couple tag

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Artist Fem Reader

Summary: We play pretend world guys✨ (I missed them, I’m SoRryyyy.) So, Charlie wants some reassurance after starting to prepare his proposal to Y/N and makes this “genius” plan with Owen to find her answers without being suspicious. (She totally knows tho) also a lot of friendship fighting between Owen and Y/N because I had to, I made myself laugh a lot so I’ll hope at least makes you smile🤧🤣Anyways, have fun!

This is also my weird and nonsense way of doing sweet @marvel-ousnesss request of the we play pretend couple to do a couple buzzfeed quiz 💖

The blonde takes a deep breath before picking up his phone and heading to the living room, where his couple of friends and roommates are on the couch. Charlie is lying down watching television and Y/N is lying on top of him with her face snuggled into his neck, he hugging her around the waist while gently running his fingers down her skin.

The plan was simple, to help Charlie plan the perfect proposal and give him an idea of what she expects from her wedding, they were doing a “Couple tag” video. That way the questions wouldn’t be as suspicious. Of course, there are easier ways but we are talking about Charlie. They convinced Kenny to call her and tell her that it was to promote the second season that is currently being filmed, and she agreed.

Charlie mentioned many times that someone else had to ask her the questions because she reads her boyfriend like an open book, so his improvisation had to be perfect to keep his best friend’s clever girlfriend out of the hook.

He decided to start the live from his room so as not to give the singer the opportunity to think much about it, so he sits in the living room and focuses the image on his friends who are not affected in the least by their positions. After all, everyone already knows that they are a couple and that they live together.

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L! And yes, that sexy, beautiful, adorable and talented man is my boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie.” He blushes as the memory of their first night back as a couple invades the mind of the Canadian, who had his girlfriend in exactly this position when she was, as she said, 'practicing' her introduction. Sadly, this time it will not end like that night because his best friend and about 500,000 people are watching.

“Welcome to my first edition of the Couple tag everyone! Here's my first guest couple, I know it’s not much, but I promise to find someone worthwhile next time, this is just for practice." Charlie laughs but looks nervous. Instead, his girlfriend sits down and rolls her eyes.

"I can't believe you chose him over a puppy or a hamster." The girl says to her boyfriend while laughing at her friend's offended reaction.

“I'm going to write that down in my long enemies list, but for now I have a live to lead. Okay guys, so basically I will ask them questions and I will also choose who answers them because I’m the only one hot enough to call the shots here."

She laughs and sticks out her tongue. Charlie sits down too and she takes his hand to fiddle with it. She keeps arguing for a few minutes with Owen but shows no signs of not wanting to play the game so he starts before she regrets it.

“Okay, first one is for Charlie. How did you guys met? This is actually a good one because a lot of the fans think you met on set and are like this really intense couple who started to date the very first week without even knowing each other’s last names.”

They both start laughing at the comment. The truth is that they have seen multiple posts and comments online from people judging their relationship and how fast they were going, especially when they did that last interview together and Y/N said that Charlie was taking his sweet time to ask for marriage, since for the fans they only have one year and months of knowing each other.

“We have known each other since forever. Our moms were best friends and we were born only a few weeks apart so we've always been together. We grew up as best friends and were dating before Y/N moved to New York to play Daniela on Stardust." Charlie tries to shake off the memory of the last tearful kiss before Y/N got on the plane. Hopefully he’ll never have to part from her for so long again. Sometimes he can't even understand how he managed to get through those 5 years.

"So no, we don't know each other for just one year, but 22." She adds, kissing his nose.

"Y/N, honey. I didn't ask you, don't be rude and wait for your turn." Owen says teasingly, the girl laughs and throws a pillow at him.

“Okay, rude again. Y/N, What is the first thing that he ever gave you?”

“Oh my, this beautiful valentines card! We were like eight I think. The paper is red, and it is filled with gold and silver glitter stars. Inside is a big star that has written in the middle, “My bright star, happy valentine’s day. I love you. And a lot of doodles of my favorite things, like my guitar, a microphone, chocolate, and a little Charlie. Just adorable, I still have it and to date it is one of my favorite gifts.”

The emotion with which she responds makes Charlie's heart melt. That was the first time he called her bright star, and he kept saying it to her during every audition, every performance, every practice. The exact reason not even she knows, but maybe one of these days he'll tell her.

“Rude and a liar. The 22-year-old Charlie's handwriting is horrible, the 8-year-old Charlie handwriting could only be close to a squiggle, nothing more. Oh, and probably only you had the ability to read it. I very much doubt that was beautiful."

She opens her mouth in surprise and wrinkles her nose, feigning annoyance. “I liked you more when you had a crush on me. You were nicer.”

Owen's eyes widen and he turns to see Charlie looking for help but he just starts laughing. “Wh- What are you talking about, mean girl?”

“Oh c’mon, you totally did, Ohio.” She smiles at the camara while showing a superiority face.

“Really? I already told you a thousand times, I'm from Oklahoma. But hey, how funny, forget about Stardust and audition for Funny Girl!”

“Jokes on you, I would nail Fanny Brice.”

“Man, defend my honor!”

“Bro, I can’t. You totally did, I even got worried for a second there.” It is incredible to think about how their friendship has grown and matured over time. They went from Owen fangirling every time he saw her to being really good friends. All these fights are more of a show than anything else, the truth is that when nobody is recording they tend to be very cool around each other and the three of them have quite a pleasant dynamic now that they are living together for the show.

“I won, Idaho. Now, please continue.”

“Well, my friends embarrassed me on my own live. I can already imagine the headlines tomorrow. Anyways, Charlie, Would you let yourself in danger to save her?”

Charlie starts laughing as he drops his head on the girl's shoulder. "I think she's not going to let me lie, I always have and will continue to do so. For me it's always her safety first."

"Which has given me more than a scare but he's so freakin stubborn." She adds while looking stressed and Owen can't help but imagine all the situations Charlie must have put himself in before.

“I prefer you scared than in danger, beautiful.” He grins and kiss her lips, her facial expresions relaxing at his touch.

“Gross. Y/N, do you prefer a small wedding or a big wedding?” She can feel Charlie tense at the question, so she leans her body back to support it against him and give him a lowkey reassurance.

“I hadn't really thought about it, but I know that my almost mother-in-law has been planning it all her life so you should check with her.”

His mom. Y/N is right, as always. His mom is their biggest shipper and the wedding is probably something she’ll want to be an importart part of, maybe way more than with his brothers since she adores the girl as much as her own kids, and the fact that his girlfriend is even more aware of that fact than him makes him smile.

“Do you love it when someone refers you as ‘her boyfriend’?”

“Always. Especially if it's her. She has that little knack of saying it whenever she can and it’s the most adorable thing in the world.”

“Oh I thought she was just showing it off to me because she was intimidated by our chemistry. I don't feel so special anymore.” Charlie chuckles and sends a secret air kiss to his friend, who just smirks and fakes to blush.

“How would you handle it if you thought another man was hitting on her?” Owen asks the guitarist raising an eyebrow.

“She usually takes care of that situations, her method is to take me by the shirt and kiss me hard on the lips. I’m never going to complain about that.” Charlie says smirking and blushing.

“We are a celebrity couple, for better or for worse. I’m not having him in a fight when I can just kiss that beautiful lips and solve the problem.” Charlie smiles as he wraps his girlfriend in his arms, so she can't see his face with the next question.

“What do you dream of your marriage? Mmm, let’s go with Y/N.”

“Anything will be perfect if I spend it with the man of my life. My Char is my everything and my biggest dream is to live my whole life laughing by his side.” Owen pretends to vomit as Charlie fills her with kisses under the ear, clearly moved by her answer.

“Let’s get to someting less cheesy because I really can’t with you both anymore. Has anyone ever tried to break your relationship?”

Charlie rolls his eyes and thinks for a moment. “Yes. We were like seventeen, and this guy from hockey had this big crush on her, so he tried to flirt with her many times even though everyone knew she was my girlfriend, until one day that he made her too uncomfortable and things escalated between him and me. Luckily my brothers intervened before something else happened because he was much bigger than me. I would have totally lost.” He chuckles while his girlfriend turns to see his face and gives him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Yes guys, they are this annoying all the time. How do I survive? A lot of yoga. Next question, If three guys are standing, and you have been blindfolded, then how would you recognize him? Guys we actually did this like three days ago on set.”

“It was awesome! We put my bandana on her eyes and since it had my smell she couldn't be guided by that to choose.” Charlie explains excited.

“We got the three of us, first Jeremy then Charlie and then me in front of her, then she began to lightly touch Jer's hand. Then she went to Charlie's, it didn't take her a minute to recognize him and she took him from the hair and draw him to her lips, it was actually a pretty smooth and risky move, I’ll give you a point for that, prodigy brat.”

“Char's body inadvertently reacts to mine. It was pretty easy to tell the difference, especially after touching Jeremy's hand.” She turns her head to give Charlie a soft kiss on the lips and then Owen starts laughing like crazy and telling her to come see a specific comment.

She gets up and goes to sit next to him, Owen changes the camera so that now they are the ones in the image and she begins to read aloud. “Charlie I could give you my... Oh my god!” Owen continues laughing, resting his head on his friend who simply watches the screen in shock.

“Thank god Charlie doesn’t know how to read.” Owen, who was just recovering from his giggling fit, laughs again as Charlie giggles and sticks his tongue out at his girlfriend.

"Who needs to read when you look this hot with sleeveless shirts." He jokes while winking at his partner, which seems to melt in front of the camera that is still pointing directly at her.

“The man has a point. Okay, Y/N move your ass back there I’m still in charge of this show. Would you prefer a silver or gold ring?”

She makes sure to move off the screen and sticks her middlefinger at Owen before heading back to her place with her boyfriend. “Good and really random question.” She smirks, not making contact with her boyfriend. “I don't have a preference, but I would love Char to design it. Obviously with the correct guidance, but yeah he choosing every detail and then explaining to me why he choose it would be the dream.”

Charlie smiles. He was already imagining something like this after so many years of gifting and has already been visiting the jewelry store several times to make sure he designed the perfect ring for his girl, a slight feeling of pride filling him.

“Which series does she thinks resembles your relationship?”

“She loves Boy Meets World and see a lot of us in Cory and Topanga. I can totally see it too, after all they too have known each other their whole lives and have a bond as strong as ours.”

“Well that explains why she’s always telling me ‘Life is though, get a helmet’ instead of actually help me.” She grins at the memory of Charlie’s last prank on Owen a couple of days ago, it was really good since she secretly helped him plan it.

“Man, It wasn’t personal. I do the same with Char. I’m not going to be known for being the one ruining prank war. Take it to the end of the road, if you need me to take you idiots out of jail I totally will... eventually.”

“My girl, everyone. Isn’t she awesome?” He watches her adoringly and she blushes in response, buring her head on his neck.

“She always has this enormous energy and personality but all it takes is for you to see her for her to melt, that’s... kind of cute actually. Okay next question Stardust, What about If Charlie tells you to marry him tomorrow?”

For the thousandth time that night Y/N can feel Charlie stressing out. The fact that he planned together with Owen and Kenny all of this just to make sure he was on the same page with her is the most adorable thing in the world.

“I’m pretty sure he knows I would always say yes. He could have gotten on a plane when we were 18 and told me ‘I don't want to be without you, let's get married.’ And I would have said yes. He’s my person, I have nothing to think about, I have always known it’s him."

Now it's Charlie's turn to melt, and Owen himself can't help but smile.

Charlie's confidence in what he has planned is higher than ever, and the day when he can finally make it official is near. He has been dreaming of this day with his Y/N for years and he will finally get it.

“Well guys, that was it, give it up to my favorite couple of dumbasses and please stop asking obvious questions. Will I be Y/N’s maid of honor? Of course I will. Oh, and tune in next week to see me becoming Kenny’s new favorite after I challenge Y/N in a dance duel with I got the music. Golden star is GOING DOWN."

Thank you for reading✨

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[iliveiloveiwrite]

A Reader Lives a Thousand Lives // D.M.

Summary: How could you describe your affinity for books? How could you explain what they mean to you? Draco tries to understand; he’s tried to understand for years.

A/N: I’m going to be honest: I’m struggling. I don't have writer’s block, but I am so busy atm that I feel awful about not being so active. I’m a key worker in the latest lockdown and my workload has tripled. On top of that, I have be tested twice a week and that’s enough to drain you completely. This isn't a long fic, and it probably isn't my usual standard, so please forgive me.

Warnings: book talk, lots of fluff, dates, friends to lovers, pining, mutual pining, dialogue heavy

Word count: 2.1k

How could you describe your affinity for books?

They had been there for you in times where not even your closest friends could offer you the best advice. They were there for you with every shift of your mood; you knew that you could turn to your shelves and somewhere, nestled between paperbacks and hardbacks, there would be the perfect read for your mood.

Put simply, books were your life.

Friends and family would fondly chuckle whenever they saw you, nose deep in whatever book had caught your attention. They knew not to disturb you. Instead, they knew to be there when the inevitable end would fall upon you, dragging you through its cliff-hanger or perfectly wrapped up ending.

Draco Malfoy had known you years, and he had never known you not to have a book in your hands or in your bag. On occasion, he had known you to carry a book in both, wanting something there in case you finished your current read.

He’s tried to understand your love of books. He’s a reader himself, but he has never understood how you could lose yourself in a fantasy world so quickly. Magic runs through your veins, yet you find it easier to read of fae and vampires instead of the witches and wizards of old.

Draco gave up trying to understand you long ago; deciding simply to admire you from afar. He cherished the friendship with you; adored it even, and if that meant he had to spend his only free weekend from work in a book shop with you, then so be it.

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In Wizarding London there weren’t many places that catered to the publications of both muggle and magical authors. Flourish and Blotts was an excellent bookshop, but only housed books by wizards and witches. If one wanted something written by a muggle but did not want to wander into muggle society, they were best off wandering down a cobbled side street in Diagon Alley to Page Turners.

Draco knew the moment that he opened his front door to you this morning, that he was going to wind up walking through the front door of Page Turners. He had just finished his first chart review when his doorbell rang, and your knocking began. He made sure to put the lid on his fountain pen before answering the door to you.

Dark brown shelves line every wall, bordering the shop before giving away to shelves centred in the middle of the room. At first glance, the books seemed chaotic – hardbacks tucked in between smaller paperbacks, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that the books were doubled. For every paperback, there was its hardback equivalent. It looked like it shouldn’t make sense, but the further you walked into the shop, the more sense it made.

Every reader is particular. There are those who will only exclusively read paperbacks, preferring how portable they are. But there are those who much prefer hardbacks, wanting nothing more than to admire the foiled covers and sprayed edges that one can only get on special editions. The set-up of the shelves perfectly catered to that.

“Draco,” You gasp, trying your best to keep your hands to yourself until you found the books you wanted to take home with you, “Have you ever seen a place so wonderful?”

Draco’s eyes don’t leave your form as he answers, “I don’t know, I’ve seen some spectacular sights in my time.”

You don’t respond to the light flirtation, but Draco doesn’t miss the smile that crosses your face. You refuse to admit just how he makes your heart race with comments such as that; they fall from his mouth so easily that you often find yourself tied up in your emotions, wondering when on earth your feelings had turned from platonic to romantic.

Inhaling that all too familiar smell of worn leather and paper, you feel Draco’s presence behind you as you potter through the store, taking in the sheer amount of choices before you. “What’s your favourite book?” You ask absentmindedly, eyes still pouring over the surnames of authors.

He shrugs, shamefully admitting, “I haven’t read anything other than a medical journal in years.”

“Still,” You argue, “You must have a favourite book.”

He’s silent, pondering your words as he thinks back to the last time he was able to relax and read something that wasn’t for work. He thinks back to his childhood, practically hearing his mother’s voice in his ears as she recites her favourite fairytales before sending him to bed.

“It’s been so long,” He whispers, casting his gaze across the shop, in awe at the sheer amount of books he has not read.

“Then we should find you a new book to read,” You decide, stating your words with conviction as you reach for the blonde’s hand, beginning to pull him through the stacks of shelves like a woman on a mission.

“When would I have the time?” Draco argues, refusing to let go of your hand as you stop in front of a shelf filled to the brim with books.

You arch an eyebrow, “I think if I were to ask the nurses at St. Mungo’s, they would much prefer it if you would read a book instead of taking work home with you every night.”

“How do you know I do that?”

You snort, laughter brightening your eyes, “Because I know you, Draco.” Your expression turns more serious, “You need to take some time for yourself, Dray. You can’t work this hard all the time and not expect some repercussions.”

“I’m taking time for myself right now,” Draco counters, gesturing between you both with his free hand. He wasn’t going to let go of your hand until he had to; he enjoyed feeling your skin against his too much.

You roll your eyes, “You would be sat at home finishing charts if I hadn’t have shown up on your doorstep demanding your attention.”

Draco refuses to answer; knowing full well that you’ve caught him out. Before you showed up at his front door this morning, he had in fact been planning on spending the day in his office, finishing charts and then reading the latest journal on healing potions.

It hits him like a freight train then – how much time he has dedicated to his work, how much of his life had already given it. Draco adores being a Healer; much preferring this job to what was expected of him from his father. He walks into St. Mungo’s with anticipation and excitement settling deep within his bones because no two days there are the same; he doesn’t know what cases are going to land in his lap.

Yet, he gives so much of himself over to it that there is little left for him to enjoy. It happened slowly; Draco supposes. Taking a few charts home here and there, for him to finish in the comfort of his office, but then it spiralled into staying hours after his shift had finished, working on budgets and chart reviews, making sure everything is up to the standard it should be for the only magical hospital in the British Isles.

Before long, he hadn’t had a free weekend to himself in close to a year. If he wasn’t working at the hospital, he was working from home. If he was at the hospital, he was taking case after case. It wasn’t until Mary, the Head Nurse, had cornered him that Draco agreed he would take the weekend to himself – no charts, no reviews, no nothing. Mary even checked his bag before he left the hospital.

“You’re right,” Draco admits, the words rushing out of him in one breath.

“I usually am,” You tease, a wide smile on your face, “But what am I right about this time?”

“I don’t take time for myself. I don’t do anything for myself.”

Your gaze softens as you squeeze his hand, “Let’s find you something to read. If we don’t find something here, we’ll think of another plan.”

Draco nods, squeezing your hand in return. “Lead the way,” He offers, curious as to what books you would choose for him.

It doesn’t take long for you to find what you think Draco would like. You stick close to his interests, knowing just how much they have changed from your shared time at Hogwarts.

Offering him three books, you explain, “One is written by a muggle doctor, he explains twelve cases that he worked on specially as he battled an illness he didn’t know he was going to survive. The second is a classic novel, also written by a muggle author that I think you should read when you have more time on your hands – it’s Victorian so longer sentences, longer headaches. The third book is a mystery book that I enjoyed, and I thought you would too.”

“Thank you,” Draco murmurs, taking the small pile of paperbacks from you, holding them close as he gazes over their covers, wondering what exactly what is about him that drew you to these three particular books.

“What do you think?” You ask, a note of vulnerability in your voice. Choosing books for others had never truly been your strong suit despite how much you read.

Draco remains silent for a moment as he flips the books over in his hands, reading the blurbs. You chew on the inside of your cheek, worry settling in your gut. There had been an ulterior motive to you showing up on his doorstep this morning; he needed to leave the house and go out. Having known him years, you knew that Draco would spend his only free weekend of the month working, and you were not standing for it any longer. He didn’t have to choose the books you had picked out; Merlin, he didn’t to read at all, but he needed to do something else other than work.

“Well?” You prompt before sighing, “You don’t have to read a book, Dray. We can find something else; I just don’t want you to spend all your free time working.”

Draco looks up from the books, a small smile on his face, “I’ll take them. I like the sound of the first one you described.”

The smile that graces your face at Draco’s words tells him that he had made the right choice. The anxiety leaves you in a rush, leaving nothing but relief behind.

“What about you?” Draco asks, turning the subject back to you, “What are you going to buy?”

You shrug, “I’ve already picked a few but I wouldn’t mind looking for more. That is, if you’re okay with that?”

Draco is more than okay with that. He follows you around the shop, taking the basket of books from you when it looks to be getting too heavy.

“Why do you read so many books?” Draco asks before he can stop himself.

“A reader lives a thousand lives,” You murmur, flipping through the pages of one particular paperback. Draco resists the urge to roll his eyes when he sees the cover: a half-naked man wrapped up in a passionate embrace with a scantily clad woman. Romance novels were your current obsession, reading through dozens of them and still not getting your fill.

“Let me take you on a date,” Draco asks suddenly, the first notes of shyness creeping into his voice.

It’s as he watches you flick through the pages of the book in your hand that draco realises he has done this for years. He has watched you for years fall into fictional worlds and come out the other side with a new part of you for him to discover. He has watched you fall in love characters only to feel foolish once he realises the keen sting of jealousy is over a person who does not and will not exist.

Draco has watched this for years, and as he watches you add the romance novel to your basket, he realises he could do this for a lot longer. He wants nothing more than to ignore his work for the weekend if it meant he could troll around bookshops with you, watching you find more fictional worlds for you to fall in love all the while loving you just as intensely.

“What would you have in mind?” You counter, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, giving in to the butterflies raging in your gut.

He smiles, nonchalantly leaning against one of the bookshelves, watching as you reach for spine after spine. Draco knows exactly what he would plan for your date, but he would be damned if he was to tell you. Instead, he crosses his arms and leans forward, “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

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Books mentioned:

Twelve Patients: Life and Death at Bellevue Hospital by Eric Manheimer

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Glass House by Eve Chase

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Mafia

Hey there friends! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve actually posted something. 

Let me just say, Happy Holidays! I hope you are having a wonderful and safe holiday. 

This fic was inspired and written for @butterscotchbaku​ and @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku​ based on some requests I had written in, as well as just ideas passed back and forth. 

I hope you two are having a wonderful day and may that continue into the new year! Thank you for all you’ve written and done!

Pairing: Izuku/Fem.Reader

Warnings: mentioned beatings, mentioned assault but nothing described in detail. all very vague. uhh violence, or hinted at violence. Edited only by me, so i may have missed something.

 I think that’s it. 

I hope you two enjoy this! 

Cigarette smoke hung heavily in the room, walls filled with generic knickknacks and warm colored walls gave the meeting a false sense of pleasantness. To any unsuspecting person, this was any other meeting room, one long table with rounded edges and somewhat padded chairs, the head of the table having the one most plush. 

Hell, even the people occupying them would have anyone turning up their nose in disinterest. Nothing but business men and women in dark, smart looking suits.

But you knew better. Sitting at the head was the infamous Izuku Midoriya, known under the name of Deku, direct descendent of the greatest Mafia leader Japan had ever seen; All Might. 

And here you sat, comfortably in Izuku’s lap, your temple pressed against his neck as you listened to his voice rumble on towards the other members. You were hardly paying attention to what was being said as you glanced around the room to the others.

Katsuki Bakugou- Dynamite, or TNT if you were feeling particularly cheeky. He was head of interrogation, finding out who knew what and definitely had too many ways of making people talk, and only one sure fire way of keeping them quiet. 

Todoroki Shouto- Bakugou’s counter in interrogation. He was mainly there to keep Bakugou from killing every target. He could control his temper, sure, but Todoroki added a sense of cold unease to their targets. He was effective against the folks who didn’t rise to Bakugou’s jabs and threats. He tapped the ashes of his cigarette into the small dish provided.

Kirishima Eijirou- Red Riot-another strong man and a third in the interrogation squad. He kept Bakugou from grousing the entire time, as well as leveling the two tempers in the group. Though he was a strong man, he was also incredibly sweet. You recalled that, while dealing with some unsavory characters that had children- typically rescuing the children at the other parents pleading- Red Riot was a favorite with them, his bright smile and charm keeping them distracted as Bakugou and Todoroki dealt with the problem.

Iida- Ingenium-was the getaway driver, best out of the best. He somehow always managed to get them out as quickly as possible while still following the law. It made losing the police all the easier. Ochaco Uraraka, or Uravity, was the treasurer, in charge of keeping account of all of the mafia’s funds, who owed them money and why. For more problematic clients, she was a stickler down to the very last penny. 

There were others, but those were just the ones in the room at the moment. You sighed softly, adjusting in Izuku’s lap. Someone at the end of the table was pleading for something. You could tell by the unimpressed glare on Izuku’s face that it was going south for whoever this was- a blond man with an inferiority complex for certain.

You glanced down at your left hand, engagement ring shimmering brightly despite the warm fluorescent lights. It wasn’t very large, an emerald surrounded by diamonds. He’d only given it to you a few days ago. On a rare day, you were able to go out with him in public-the benefit of a mask and some contacts while on the job- you had decided to flit about a few museums. The ring caught your eye immediately, the prized possession of some rich so and so, dating back who knows how long in their family.

Maybe it was because of how brightly it matched your lovers eyes, but the ring called to you. You didn’t mention a peep to your lover however. You knew he would have taken it right then and there. You rather liked coming to this museum, with added security after a robbery, you would have to frequent it less.

Your lovestruck fool of a man decided to do it anyway. He’d said that the plan went off without a hitch, though the smudges of dirt and a bit of blood- not his own- said otherwise. At the time, you had to question why, sure he’d robbed plenty of other places, gifts for trips that took longer than expected, but a place that you favored going?

“I’m just crazy about you doll, You deserve the best of the best. The way you eyed that ring, I knew there’d be nothing else that would be more perfect for you. But, it’s not just because you fancied it that I got it for you. We’re together, we always will be...but I want to make it more official. I wanna be yours forever, and I want you to be mine. What do you say doll? Marry me?”

You couldn’t say yes fast enough.

A gentle nudge to your shoulder brought you out of your daze. You looked up to the love of your life.

“What do you think dollface? What should we do with Monama?” 

You sat up in his lap, watching as the blond shivered in his spot, a smirk on your fiance’s face hidden by his fist as he leaned against it.

“Monama, what is it he did again?”

“Well Doll, he owes us money. He swears he’s good for it, but this is the third time he hasn’t been good for it.What should we do with this foolish, foolish man?”

Monama...ah yes now you remembered him! A little wanna be Mafia leader who went under when he ran out of money. He placed bets with other rival gangs against Deku, proclaiming that not only could he and his group get it done, but get it done better. 

There were times when they had, though just barely. It was hardly enough to keep a betting pool aimed against Deku however. Everyone but him seemed to know it. The overconfidence in his group and underestimating Deku lead to his downfall when Deku pulled off an impossible mission without even having to undo his tie.

When these gangs came to collect, he begged Deku to allow him and his group safety, help paying off the debt. Deku agreed, but in return, he had a year to earn the money back, only adding interest when the blond began getting too cocky. 

“I just need a little more time! A day, give me a day!” he pleaded, voice shrill and desperate. 

You winced, brows scrunched in annoyance.

Honestly, you didn’t care for Monama, and weren’t all too excited for his continued presence in the gang. You looked down at your nails idly.

“Have Dynamite follow him for a day then. If whatever magic he seems to think he can pull off, doesn’t in fact pull off, then he can have fun beating the change out of him. Or, whoever he’s seeing to get the money can pay it” You figured, even though he’d be annoyed at the idea of tailing that worm, Bakugou would have a good time beating it out of him.

Izuku gave Bakugou a look, who only snarled in response. A tilt of his head and Bakugou got up from his chair, footsteps heavy as he grabbed Monama by the arm, “Let’s get this over with you pathetic extra,” rolling his eyes as Moana sagged in slight relief, gratitude spilling from his lips.

Izuku held up a hand, “Let Red Riot escort him out for now. We have some business that you’d like to be here for I’m sure”

Bakugou’s eyes widened a fraction, a grin making its way onto his face as he shoved Monama towards Kirishima.

As Bakugou took his seat and Kirishima exited with Monama in tow, another man entered the room, a small man with purple hair. You recognized him as Mineta’s father. His son’s invention, a sticky substance that rendered anything in its grip as good as stuck, was what kept him in the group. What had him on thin ice however, was his treatment of the women in the group, all things he learned from his father. Izuku left Iida to beat it out of him however he saw fit. All it would take is one more strike. 

His father, however, was all out of strikes. The way he leered at you and the other girls had you all walking on eggshells around him. You only came forward to Izuku about it after you and the others had confided in one another. He had groped at you after a party the gang had thrown. It was the first and last time he’d ever made a physical move towards you.

You could feel the man's lecherous eyes on you, making you lean into Izuku, his body blocking the man's gaze. 

While you told him your story, Izuku’s face had remained calm, though the cup he had been holding shattered into thousands of pieces. He knew there were rumors about the senior, but to have it be found out as fact, and not just rumors from other gangs... He was furious, you knew that, and you knew somehow, someway, that Minoru senior would pay.

“Doll, why don’t you go talk to YaoMomo about wedding dresses, hm?” You nodded your head, though hesitant to leave the safety and comfort of his lap. You knew you were safe with Izuku by your side, but that didn’t mean you were comfortable passing by this...Disgusting being. His gaze softened and he hooked his arm around yours, escorting you personally towards the door.

Izuku tilted your head into a sweet kiss, his thumb rubbing comforting circles onto your side.

Izuku opened the door for you, but before you left, he kissed you again, deeper, sweeping away the sickly feeling of being watched with his tongue as it danced with yours, one hand cupping your jaw to pull you close.

He pulled away all too soon for your tastes, hand leaving your jaw, “Actually, maybe talk with her about the cake too, this may take a bit...” he turned away from you, eyes turning cold and jaded as the door closed.

“It’s about to get ugly in here”

[etherealluminescence]

Could I request MC being distant with their demon bro S/O and hanging out with their brothers more. The bros don’t know why. Do they wanna break up? Do they need some space away? Do they like another one of the bros more? As they go to talk things out with MC they overhear them talking with the other bros about how they want to plan the perfect date for their 1 year anniversary and need their help in making sure everything goes well. How do the bros react??

Of course anon! Sorry for the late reply, here you go! I just got back from the hospital, aha guess who has sciatica, that might not go away for months? aha aha. 2021 sure is a bang!! (:

Side note I got a free pull on chapter and got a UR but literally nothing on my ten pull not even an SSR that I didn’t own. I only got one SSR. This is luck and so unlucky.

Brothers react to GN!Reader being distant..?

Lucifer

Lucifer was often busy, and he knew that. He stayed up late and had to attend many meetings, but you’d always be so understanding and he loved that about you.

But recently, you haven’t been waiting for him in his office or running to his office with a warm cup of tea, telling him not to overwork himself like normal.

At first he was not super concerned. You must be busy getting your midterms done, and studying! You want him to be proud of you and praise you.

However he happened to go for a break and see you leisurely chatting with his brothers? And not studying? After noticing him, you avoided eye contact and ran.

He was concerned and knew something was up. He would confront you, but it seems like you did not want to talk to him. Did he do something wrong?

He started taking a few breaks, and sort of stalked you. He was getting annoyed and was going to finally corner you, until he heard Mammon very loudly shout out this was going to be the best anniversary date.

Asmo was also clapping and cheering talking about how cute/cool you would look for your anniversary date for Lucifer. It finally clicked.

He chuckled to himself as he walked back into his office and quickly finished off his work, after being in a good mood. He’s been so busy recently he failed to realise your anniversary was so soon.

When your first anniversary date finally came, he was calm and collected. Before you could even tell him the plan, who pulled out some flowers and chocolate, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

Mammon

He was having a really bad day, losing all of the money he just earned, and wanted to cuddle you.

You were nowhere to be seen, so he waited for you on the couch, seeking your warmth as soon as you returned.

However, you came back with Beel,, and Lucifer,, and Belphie... why??? Why would you hang out with those guys?? On a Saturday?!

He pounced and cuddle you, and chased off his brothers. He cuddled you in front of the door, and wouldn’t let you get up for twenty minutes and kept mumbling “you’re my human!”

After head patting and backrubbing, he sat up and got off of you. You gently got up and told him you’ve got things to do, but you’ll cuddle later.

Later never came, but you talking to his brothers did. Why weren’t you giving him attention? You were his! He was your first! And that includes first to talk to about your day!

It was completely accidental, but while he headed to your room to cuddle, he heard you pleading with Lucifer to not be mean to Mammon for awhile, and to help make your date smooth.

He thought you were asking Lucifer on a date, but then he heard his name, and one year anniversary.

Fuck. He forgot that existed. Wait wait wait. His human is setting up a date? He’s so proud.

You already know that he knows because he’s utterly confident approaching you and puffs out his chest and swings his arm around your shoulder,

He thinks he’s so sneaky, but you all knew that he knows. If that’s the case, he may as well get his snuggle time back now.

Leviathan

You would go to Levi’s room every evening after dinner just to hear him ramble on about his newest merch, or to cuddle him and give him an abundance of affection.

However, recently you’ve said that you needed to focus on your grades a bit, since you were failing, so you’ll make it up to him when it’s over.

Of course he didn’t question it. A normie like you still has to occasionally study. He was going to play some horror games he recently bought, so it was for the best.

He was so absorbed in his games he didn’t notice you haven’t stopped by for a week, or that your grades weren’t even bad. That was until..

“Shit.” He hissed as he reached into an empty drawer. All of his emergency rations were gone, so he’d have to leave his room to fetch somemore. He begrudgingly made his way to the kitchen, where he found you laughing and joking with his brothers.

He didn’t enter, only watch through a small creak in the door and let his mind go wild. Did you hate him? Why are you laughing? Is mammon actually funny? Why are you nodding? Why is there that excited look in your eyes?

He ran away back to his room seething with rage. He was jealous, yet afraid. A thousand thoughts went through his head, to the point he was ignoring you when you approached him.

You were concerned, but it made your job easier. Though, this made Levi angrier and caused him to doubt himself more. Why weren’t you chasing after him??! It’s obvious he wants you to ask him what’s wrong.

He finally marched to the living room, his jealousy outweighing his self-doubt, and was about to confront you. Until he heard Beel say he got the reservation at a cat-maid cafe downtown.

What? And then he heard Mammon say that he found the figurine of a limited edition Ruri chan you were trying to get for your anniversary.

Shit oh man. Levi forgot about your anniversary. He thought you said you didn’t want to do anything?? He’s keyboard smashing while his face goes red, running to his room.

Are you really doing this for him?? A yucky otaku?? Is it true you actually live him? His jealousy instantly cleared and he became giddy, and then worried about what to get you.

On the day of the date he fidgeted a whole lot waiting for you to ask him, and nearly shouted yes as you told him you wanted to go somewhere. He fell in love with you again.

Satan

Immediately suspicious when you refused to spend time with him. Thought you were mad at him or tired of him, due to his anger issues.

Gets angry when he sees you talking to his brothers, or walking with them in between classes. When did you get so close with them?

He’s not one to hide his feelings, so he was going to ask you what’s going on, he’s not playing a cat and mouse game with you. If you don’t love him anymore, just tell him. And at the very least don’t let it be Lucifer who you love now.

Your anniversary was coming up and he knew it. He didn’t want to waste his time planning something for you two if you were going to break up with him.

He was entering the living room to confirm your feelings with you when he hears Lucifer tell you where you could get one of Satan’s favourite spell books that he’s wanted a hard copy of since forever.

He hears Beel tell you of good restaurants, and understands. You were doing that cliche things that happens in books.

He chuckled to himself for not being a great detective on this case, and observed you from a distance. Happy looking at you, who thinks they’re so sneaky.

On the day of the date he completely one ups you, whatever gift you gave him was nothing compared to amount of love he showered you with, and he even played stupid.

“I’m so hurt, I thought you’d break up with me on our anniversary.” You panicked and tried to reassure him and watch him laugh.

Asmodeous

Honey, do you REALLY think he’d forget your anniversary, or think his brothers are a thing to worry about? He’s the prettiest out of all of them! What’s there to worry about?

He catches on very early that you were planning to make your anniversary special. He can just feel your love for him, even when you’re distant.

He knows the only reason you’d communicate with all those annoying brother’s of his for more than five minutes and ignore him is if you’re asking about him!

He overhears you talking to them about them when he comes back from shopping one day, which confirms his suspicions.

It’s a good thing, since he can freely go shop for you. He buys a ton of stuff because your cute face keeps popping up in his head, and how cute you are planning a secret date for him because you love him.

Your cuteness might even rival his. While you finish up setting the date, he’s preparing himself. The night before he goes all out with his beauty products, cucumbers, face mask.

He even anonymously leaves you a bunch of beauty products. Of course it had to be Asmo though, since there was glitter everywhere, and a bunch of hearts on a note that said “anonymous”.

The next day he wore his cutest outfit, an adorable crop top and sweater, with his designer bags and boots, he looked like the absolute queen he is.

From the gift you got, you assumed he knew. And from his look, he knew. It was just amazing how you seven really thought Asmo, the king of love, would not remember the anniversary of the one person he’s ever actually loved, not just for their body, but for their personality.

Would be insulted if you didn’t do this for him. You’re just so adorable!! He also forces you to change your outfit to match with him, and absolutely uploads a ton of selfies saying matching and couple goals!!

Beelzebub

You told him you were busy, and that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as usual. He was super supportive like you have a life too!! Go ahead!! I love you!! Don’t worry!!

But then he sees you hanging out with his brothers a lot and laughing and having fun and his aura just radiates the “):” face.

Did you not want to spend time with him? Is it because he ate part of your wall? Were you tired of him?? Did you not like big boys anymore??

He looked super sad and depressed and you wanted to cry and squish his cheeks, but didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You forced your heart to be closed so you could make him happy later.

He knew your anniversary was coming up and wanted to do something special!! But did you subtly hint you no longer loved him and not even attempt to do an anniversary food binge with you?

It clicked when he walked in on Asmo shoving clothes in your direction telling you to pick out your favourite one, so he could match you and Beel for the day of your date.

His entire entity went from “):” to “:)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He just mentally said I love you.

He just melted to your touch in the few moments you would stay together. He couldn’t hide how much he loved you and wanted to squish you afterwards, with his big soft hands. But he had to resist.

You thought he was touch deprived, but were so glad to see it wasn’t the case!! And that he actually had a surprise for you!!

On top of all his meal coupons he’s saved on the past decade, he covered you in kisses and snuggled with you!!

Your date was cancelled because he just ended up cuddling you for so long, it was afternoon by the time you made it to the door.

Belphiegor

He was asleep a lot, so he didn’t notice at first. But each time he fell asleep with you, he woke up with empty arms. Sometimes even in his bed and alone.

Made him kind of pissed, because he liked how squishy you were. Your stomach was a great pillow, and he could hear your heartbeat when he laid his head on your chest. Your thighs were also plush and smooth.

Then it finally made him pissed to the pissiest degree you when you said you couldn’t sleep with him.

He was throwing a tantrum later when he saw you talking to his brothers. He was going to murder all of them if they did not sleep with one eye open.

One of these days he knew he was going to stab Lucifer in his sleep for being a little bitch, having to exist and breathe oxygen, but now the others are up on that list. Maybe not Beel, but he was still angry at him.

It was an accident, but he heard them talk about your one year anniversary, and heard Beel ask if you were getting enough sleep from how often you’ve been going out to prepare.

He’s like,, what one year anniversary? Is it a human world celebration?

Oh. He just said your one year dating anniversary. He is dating you.

He forgot that existed, people celebrating relationship goals. He’s never dated anyone. He doesn’t like people in general.

He huffed due to how you refused him and always left, over a small deal. It’s just an anniversary. But since you’re so excited he could let it go.

He napped a whole lot, and it came to the date sooner than he expected. You were all dressed up and he combed his hair and took a refreshing shower.

This is true couple goals, he didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed for once, and it was just to make you happy. He even gave you a little pillow!!