#your friends don't dance and if they don't dance they're no friends of mine [records]

[imyourbratzdoll]

I would like a Chris Evans x reader.

Them being best friends, always very flirtatious with each other on red carpets and interviews but nothing more.

After the SMA announcement they and friends go celebrate at a club. They're dancing/ him grinding on her, enjoying being so close to her,head nestled on her neck, kissing her neck..

Club goers taking pics and videos, socials and media going crazy...

Reader is leaving with Mackie, they want Chris to party with his boys. Before reader leaves Chris hugs her from behind, kisses her cheek, grabs her hips and whispers I love you in her ear. Reader smiling, stroking his arm, leaving his grip, leaves with Mackie.

Next morning both their phones blow up... Don't know what happens next?!

Something like this?

Thanks!!!

hello, sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you like nomad steve.

summary - you go out celebrating with your best friend, steve rogers, and end up waking up with some news about yourself.

warning - word whore is used, flirty friends, maybe more, fluff.

slight 18+ but not really? the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You felt excited as you got ready. Your best friend Steve Rogers had been announced the sexiest man alive, which called for celebration. You check how well your black corset-like jumpsuit fits perfectly against your form. Before leaning forward, swiping a deep red lipstick across your plump lips, and checking to ensure nothing is on your teeth and everything is perfect. This was Steve’s night, and you didn’t want to ruin it by looking like trash next to him.

As you leave your room, a squeal leaves your lips as someone’s arms wrap around your form, preventing you from crashing into them. A smile forms on your face as Steve’s scent fills you, causing you to hit his chest. “You asshole. Scared the shit outta me.” As you look up, you are met with his smirking face, and his eyes slowly move down your body.

“From where I’m standing, you should be named sexiest woman alive. Don’t you look gorgeous, babydoll.” Steve spins you around, shamelessly admiring the view. “You ready to go?” You nod, feeling goosebumps erupt throughout you. 

Steve’s hands grip your hips as he grinds into you, the beat of the music and alcohol flowing through your bodies. He nestles his face into your neck. His beard rubbing against your sensitive skin makes you feel tingly inside. Your core begins to throb when he begins to kiss along your skin, softly sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot. “You smell so damn good, babydoll.”

Your hands move behind you, tangling your fingers into his hair as you grind your ass into his growing bulge. Soft whimpers escape you, and both of you ignore the flashes of cameras and fans recording you, too lost in one another to care.

Steve and you would continue dancing to the music for a while, sticking close to one another, flirting and touching each other up. To everyone, that was normal, as Steve and you were known to flirt on red carpets and in interviews, constantly dismissing the questions of relationships and hookups. 

You and Steve finally walk over to the group, having a few drinks before you stand. Wishing everyone a good night whilst squeezing Steve’s shoulder and whispering that he should stay and catch up with everyone. Sam also stands, “I can take you. I haven’t been drinking much, and I also promised my girl I’d be home early.” The group nods, saying their goodbyes.

But as you turn to leave, Steve stands. Grabbing your body and pulling you against him, “I’m going to miss you so much, baby doll.” His hands slowly move down your body, causing you to squirm before he rests them on your hips, gripping them as his lips brush against your ear. “Text me when you get home so I know you're okay.” You nod, knowing you will miss his presence when you leave. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek before moving back to your ear. “Good girl, I love you.”

You smile softly, your hands coming up to stroke his arms, giving them a gentle squeeze before you leave his grasp, quickly leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth before heading over to where Sam stands. The two of you ignore the cameras as you hop into the car and drive off.

“Thanks, Sam. Get home safe to your girl, okay?” You lean into the window, smiling at him.

“Will do! Make sure you text Steve when you get inside, or he’ll send a search party.” You chuckle, remembering the last time you forgot to let him know you got home safely, pushing off the car. You wave and head up to your door, and once Sam sees you’ve gotten inside, he drives off. 

You smile softly as Steve’s scent is still on you. His touch can still be felt as if he’s standing right behind you. You take your phone out and shoot him a quick message before heading into your room and strip, changing into softer comfortable clothes and then heading into the bathroom to remove your make-up. As you enter your room, your phone pings causing you to check it, and a smile appears when it’s Steve telling you how much he loves you and, hopefully, he’ll be home soon to cuddle. Crawling into bed, you plug your phone in and fall into a peaceful sleep.

You groan as ringing pierces through your ears, wondering who the fuck could be calling you. Your eyes slowly open, blinking away the blurriness before you try and reach for your phone but find yourself trapped. Slowly, you look down and find someone’s arms wrapped around you before you can turn and discover who the person is. They grumble, nuzzling their face into your neck and the deep voice that escapes them sends shivers straight to your core. “Turn that thing off. What dumbass is calling you this early?” 

You realise your body is already relaxed. It probably already noticed it was Steve before your foggy mind did. “I can’t, dumbass, your holding my arms hostage.” You hear him grumble, letting your arms go so you can see what’s happening, and you wish you didn’t. “Well… It seems I’m yours and Sam’s whore, and who knows who else’s.”

When the word whore leaves your lips, Steve’s head perks up, and his eyes narrow into a glare. Snatching the phone out of your hands and scrolling through every article, post and photo he can find. “The shit is this?”

“Language.” You smile as he glares at you. Watching as he grabs his phone and notices the same shit popping up on his social media. “It’s okay, Steve. I’m not that bothered, and it’s not like I didn’t know stuff like this would pop up. Things pop up when we stand too close to each other, but we ignore them.” He places the phones down, pulling you closer to his body and wrapping you into a giant hug.

“Yeah, but the only thing they got wrong is that you aren’t mine and Sam’s whore.” His eyes stare down at your face, slowly making their way down to your lips, and he leans closer until you can feel his breath against your face. “You’re my whore.” As he finishes, he connects your lips into a passionate kiss.

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[supercap2319]

Skip, Hop, Thump!

Archie Andrews x male reader

"Thanks for helping me out of this jam, Y/N."Archie said as he watched his best friend look through different records of music. They were in his room as Y/N was going to give Archie a crash course in learning how to dance to impress Veronica, so she'll let him take her to the Sock Hop. "I panicked, told Veronica that I can dance when the truth is, I got two left feet. You remember when I broke Midge's big toe doing the bunny hop?"

Y/N chuckles. "I do. But don't worry." He took the vinyl record out of its jacket as he put it into the record player. "We will start with something simple and classic. The twist." The record scratches as the music comes on as Y/N gets up, turning to Archie with a smile. "Okay, so start just by moving your hips from side to side like this." He shows Archie the motion as the ginger male watches him. His brown eyes narrow together. "Try it." Y/N encourages him.

Archie tried to copy Y/N, but he ended up moving more of his shoulders and arms than his hips. He looks at him. "Like this?" He's probably the worst dancer in all of Riverdale. How humiliating would it was for not just himself, but Veronica as well, if Archie danced like this in front of the whole school? "No. Less of shoulders, more hips."

"Okay. Like this? I can't…" Archie tried once more, but he ended up looking stiff and awkward, trying to repeat the simple dance moves. His face is flushed with embarrassment as Y/N gives him a small smile. "No. Maybe you just need to focus on slow dancing. Everyone knows how to slow dance." Y/N turned the record on the other side and Be Mine by the Innocents starts to play.

"Okay. One hand goes like this." He grabbed Archie's hand and locked their right hands together as they both flushed slightly. He puts Archie's other hand just above his waist. "The other hand, here. But don't be fresh." Y/N instructed. He puts a hand on Archie's shoulder as they begin to sway back and forth gently. "And then you just sway like this."

"That's it?" Archie asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty simple, right?"

"Yeah, but it makes me wonder. Which Dolly are you taking to the sock hop?"

"Actually, I'm not going to go. Dances aren't really my scene. Besides, there's this new horror flick playing at the movies Friday, and I thought I might check it out." Y/N said.

"Why not? It's going to be a bitchin good time. You have to go." Archie told him.

"What's the point? Chicks don't dig me the way they do you, Archie. Maybe they're not my type."

Archie looks at his best friend in shock. He wasn't suggesting that he was—he couldn't be—right? "You're not going to tell me you're… you know… one of those guys, right? Like what Veronica said about James Dean."

"And if I was?" Y/N asked him. "Would you hate me? Stop being my friend? Beat me up?"

"What? Of course, I wouldn't. Y/N, you're my pal. My best pal, and nothing could ever make me see you any differently."

"You promise?" Y/N said. Looking into those chocolate-colored eyes, that belonged to the classic all-American teenage boy.The straight and narrow teenage boy.

"I swear."

"Pinkie swear?"

Archie chuckles. "Pinkie swear."

They just sway to the music, uncaring about how this would look to anyone else. How they just look at each other with grins on their faces, heat flushing both their skin and maybe Y/N imagined it, but he swears Archie looked down at his mouth and licked his lips as he got closer to him. Y/N's heart was thumping hard in his chest as he debated on whether he should close his eyes and kiss him. Before he could do anything of the sort, his mother walked into the room. She gasped at the sight before her. "And what exactly is going on here?"

They break apart and stammer out excuses as Mrs. Cooper pushes past them to turn off-the-record player. "Y/N was just showing me some moves, Mrs. Cooper."

"I'm giving Archie a dance lesson. He's asking out the new girl."

"She's a celebrity from Hollywood." Archie grins.

Mrs. Cooper doesn't smile as she starts pushing Archie towards the door. "Goodbye, Archie."

"Bye, Y/N. Goodbye, Mrs. Cooper."

"Oh, thank your sweet mother for agreeing to chaperone with me." She closed the door on him.

…..

The next day at school, Archie had found Veronica reading a book as he grinned like a lovesick fool. "Hey, uh… so I did a little brushing up… and I'm ready for that demonstration. How do you feel about slow dancing?" Veronica sets her book down and flashes Archie a perfect smile that no doubt melted a lot of fellas' hearts back in Los Angeles. "Nothing better. But upon further reflection, I have no doubt a Troy Donahue type like you can trip the light fantastic, Archie." The red headed ginger grins as he walked from behind the couch to the front as he nervously played with his thumbs. "So does that mean…"

"But, quite candidly, I'm also entertaining other offers."

"What? Oh... Wow, okay." Archie said. He hadn't expected to hear that.

"However, being my escort demands more than mere dancing. It also requires scintillating conversation. I need to know that you won't be a bore at the sock hop. So, why don't you clean yourself up and come by the Pembrooke at 6:00-ish tonight?" Veronica tells him, as Archie looks so confused. I"'ll be wanting to discuss politics, art, and current events. Dazzle me with your wit. Okay?" She tells him as she opens her book once again.

"Dazzle you. Okay. Well, I should motor." He chuckled and walks towards the door.

"See you tonight." Archie's almost out the doorway when he hears Veronica call his name. "Archiekins?" He turns to her and clears his throat. "I'm rooting for you, stud." He walked away with a smile on his face as Y/N watched from afar and frowned slightly. He walked towards the raven-haired girl. "So they just do whatever you say, is that it?"

Veronica looks up at him. "Hmm? Oh, you mean boys? Boys aren't too, too complicated. No offense."

"Non taken. Though, don't you think it's a bit unfair to make boys audition for your hand at the sock hop like show ponies?" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Not in the slightest. You see Y/N, men like to date pretty women, but the minute they demand the men show more of themselves, they get cold feet. I'm just making sure my date is hip and will not flake on me." Veronica tells him. Though, I suspect you and I have similar tastes" for boys with orange flairs." She stood up and smiled at him. That's always fun, keeping our beaus on their toes. Surely there's some He-Man at Riverdale High you'd like to make time with."

Y/N watched her go and sighed slightly.

Later on, Mrs. Andrews is cutting up carrots for dinner as Archie comes into the kitchen. "Mom?" She turns and giggles when she sees her son. He's wearing a suit that's too small on his broad body. He looks down at the suit, then back at her. "Can you help?"

"Hang on. I might have something that'll do the trick." She giggled again as Archie followed her. as she gave him a suit for him to water as she waited for him to try it out as she looked at him. "Oh, that's more like it. I think I'll have to let it out a little bit, but other than that, it fits perfectly."

Archie looks in the mirror. "It's a little old-fashioned, isn't it?"

"Well, it was your dad's, but he'd want you to wear it, especially to your first dance."

"Well, actually, I need it tonight, Mom. Yeah. Veronica asked me over."

"You're taking her to the dance?" Mrs. Andrews asked her son.

"If I'm lucky. She wants to give me a test run, you could say?" Archie tells her.

Mrs. Andrews frowns at that. "I don't like the sound of that. A bit haughty, isn't it?"

"It's not like that. Veronica is from Los Angeles and she's practically a movie star. Standards are different out there." Archie sees his mom slightly crying as he smiles. He turned to her. "Aw, geez, Mom."

" I'm fine. It's just, seeing you here in his suit, it just brings back so many memories." She tells him. "You know, your father and I went to the sock hop together. He was such a romantic, and he wrote me the sweetest poems. I still have them somewhere."

"Poems?" Archie asked. That's a great idea.

"He knew how to make a girl swoon." Mrs. Andrews sighed. "This one, I think." She holds up a tie to his suit.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm."

Archie finds himself at Y/N's house as he sits on his couch with him, wanting to show him how he's going to win Veronica's hand for the dance. "So, Veronica invited me over to her place tonight, and... I need to impress her." Archie began as he blushed slightly. "So don't laugh or I'll deck you... but I wrote her a poem. I just need someone to read it and just tell me if it's crazy to give it to her."

"Okay. Hand it over, Walt Whitman." Y/N said.

Archie reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he wrote the poem on, and handed it over. Y/N unwrapped it and began to read it as Archie looked away in embarrassment. How girlie was this? "Well, is it terrible?" Y/N reads the words on the page and for a fleeting moment, he likes to pretend that Archie had written this poem for him instead of Veronica. "No… Shoot, Arch, I'd be overjoyed if I got something like this." He smiled, handing it back to him. "It's actually really sweet. You have a poet's soul, Arch. Who knew?"

Archie blushed and smiled. "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N bit his lower lips and if he had been paying attention, he would have noticed Archie staring and shivering slightly. "Listen, Archie… you can punch me in the face for saying this, but why are you going through all this trouble for one chick?"

The red head frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, here you are putting in all this effort to impress one girl, who may or may not let you take her to the sock hop. She's just stringing you along with the other guys like some femme fatale. It's not right." Y/N told him.

"Come on, she's not that bad." Archie told him.

"Oh no? Not even after I talk to her today?"

"You talked to her? What did you say?" Archie got closer to Y/N as he flushed slightly. "I asked her why she's making you fellas act like show ponies. And she said because she wants to get to know your true selves and that you won't flake on her."

"See? She's just being cautious. That's how they do things in Los Angeles."

"If you say so, Arch."

That evening, Archie found out just how right his mom and Y/N were. How he felt out of place compared to the other boys, especially Julian Blossom. How the preppy boy stated that Archie's suit was from the thrift store and insulted his father's suit as Archie had to excuse himself from the rest of the get together as he angrily left and threw away the poem he wrote for Veronica and he found himself at Y/N's house. Specifically, his bedroom. "I know you tried to warn me. My mom did too." Archie sobbed. And that was the shocking thing. Archie didn't cry, ever. Not even when they were six, and he broke his arm. Y/N wanted to deck both Julian and Veronica in the face for what they did to Archie, but his mother says a proper young man doesn't strike a lady or start fights like a barbarian greaser.

"Oh, Arch, I didn't want to be right. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"I can't believe how stupid I looked. How I almost started a fight with that blue blooded Julian Blossom. That jerk." Archie stated.

"He is a jerk." Y/N agreed. "And if Veronica can't see that you're the better person, that's her problem. Not yours, so please don't stress over it." Y/N told him.

Archie nods his head. "Thank you, Y/N. I really don't deserve a friend like you."

"Don't mention it."

"Hey, I know this is a bit weird, but can you come stay overnight at my house tonight? I don't want to be alone." Archie looks at him and Y/N tries not to blush. They hadn't had sleepovers since they were ten, and now things weren't innocent between them anymore. Because young men don't do that.

"I don't know, Archie. I mean, we aren't little kids anymore."

"Please, Y/N? I'm begging." He looks at Y/N with his puppy dog eyes and Y/N instantly falls for it. He sighed in defeat. "Okay, yeah. Of course."

….

The next day at school Veronica announced that she was going stag to the dance tonight, and that's how Archie found himself on Y/N's front door as Y/N opened it up and was surprised to see Archie on the other side. "Arch? Is something the matter?"

"Oh, nothing is wrong. I just thought I'd stop by and apologize to you for everything that's happened this week. You've been so amazing helping me try to get a Dane that doesn't want to be caught. And I just wanted to let you know that."

"It's okay, Archie. You have nothing to be sorry for." Y/N told him. "What are pals for?"

"Well, this pal wants to make it up to you." Archie reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quarters. "I was thinking we'd skip the dance tonight and go see those monster movies like you wanted." Y/N was shocked as looked at the ginger male. Arch… that's awfully swell of you, but I can't let you miss the sock hop."

"Who cares? You're more important."

Y/N blushed at that as he smiled. "I have a better idea."

They both ended up going to the dance with the promise to see the movies tomorrow, Archie's treat as they listened to Serpent greaser Fangs Fogarty rock the house. They watched as people, boys and girls, danced as Veronica came up to him and apologized for everything that happened the other day. How do you feel about a do-over? Or, to put it in other words, Archie Andrews, may I have this dance?" She held out her hand for him to take. Archie wanted to say yes, but when he looked at Y/N, he declined her offer. I'm sorry, Veronica. Maybe next time. Will you "excuse me?"

"Of course." She says.

He walked towards Y/N, pushing through the crowd until Y/N was in front of him. Archie licked his lips as he held out a shaky hand for Y/N to take. "May I have this dance?"

Y/N looks from his hand to his, to his mother watching him. Her face told him that he better not accept Archie's hand, but he didn't care. He looks at Archie and smiles. "I thought you'd never ask." He takes his hand and lets him lead him into a slow dance as they sway back and forth like that had in Y/N's room, but this time it was so much more real. Underneath all the bright, hot lights as they continued to dance as Archie looks at him and smiles. Y/N smiles too as he leaned closer and so did Archie as they—

Just then Ethel Muggs enters the dance, hysterical and covered in blood.

[nonuggetshere]

I shared my (and my friend's ocs) that are related to PK SO-

This is A LOT and I'm kinda embarrassed but I'll fucking "cringe culture is dead" through life or so help me GOD

I like imagining backstories for characters and making cool little nonsensical and completely self-indulgent AUs

(Also for the few people subscribed to my patreon there's more stuff after what I've posted there, just scroll a bit down 👍)

F9r the record I also mangled mine and @demonicintegrity 's thoughts and ideas into one post so it's somewhat comprehensible but jsyk they contributed a lot

An AU where Adamas has her last clutch in her small form

As a refresher Amanita is White Lady's name and Ebur is Pale King's name. Adamas is Pale King's mother, though wyrms use dame and sire for their parents so that's what he calls her. I am yet to properly share Quercus but he's WL's father. Flower is my name for the Pure Vessel in this AU, Hallow is their birth name. Amaryllis is an oc, they're Flower's twin. Any other names that appear here are PK's siblings.

Also using they/it for Ebur and the rest of the family bc as wyrms they don't really have genders

Ebur and Amanita meeting while Ebur's family is travelling and Amanita still lives at the edge of her father's territory and her root system is connected with his but she's getting ready to leave hopefully in just one or two years when she's gathered enough strength and the spring's kind and abundant

Adamas' little group settles near her groove since it's brimming with life and there's not many people to get in the way or compete over resources with aside from the occasional traveller or two, and Amanita tolerates their presence for now, they give her something to do since her father is quite busy with his new seedlings now that she's grown and she doesn't have much company or things to do other than to listen to the occasional mortal passing by and watch the nature, so this small group of wyrms that's mostly composed of ones not much younger than her with all the hubris and boldness of young wyrms is the most interesting thing that's happened to her in a while

Some of them would probably push too far before Adamas had to smack them upside the head and reprimand them for ever thinking about taking over this territory, after all they're really on the larger territory of an ancient God, and even though Roots aren't known to be the most attentive of parents she still doesn't want to tempt fate and check if this one is the same by attacking his daughter

Either way, Amanita notices the younger wyrm isn't quite like the others and seems very intrigued by him

Although their first in face meeting wasn't the best, with her attacking him and managing to stab him in the ribs (you bet your ass Adamas chewed out his ass when he returned to their densite all bloody and holding his side), he kept returning to study her

Seems they both found each other intriguing

And eventually they get to talking, Ebur seemed excited to meet the first rootfolk in his life and actually to get to talk to her, he asks so many questions and she's amused with his curiosity, and eventually actually grows curious about the wyrms (and especially him) herself and asks him things in turn

They grow into unlikely friends though there's definitely more to it but neither is willing to acknowledge it yet

He often sneaks away from his family just to talk to her, and eventually they start sneaking into the more private parts of her groove with the excuse that they wouldn't want Ebur's family finding out they're friends, both of them just ignoring their glaringly obvious attraction to each other

One time Ebur brought her a kill he made and she hoped to GOD her blush wasn't noticeable (it was, not that he'd know because he was also avoiding eye contact to try and hide his own)

Ebur and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic 💜

The group spends enough time around there for the two idiots to stop dancing around the subject and not only admit to their mutual attraction but to start to fall in love

Enough so that Ebur decides to stay when Adamas decides it's time to move on

At first she was about to talk sense into him about staying permanently in this place but he quickly corrected her

"No, no, it's not like that! I don't want to stay here permanently! I just..." He quieted down and looked away

"...You want to leave?"

"...mh..."

"Are you sure about this? Life as a lone wyrm isn't easy out there in the Wastelands, perhaps it'd be better if you stuck around until we find a suitable territory for you to stay at-"

"No, dame, I- I want to leave now. I think it's time. I love you all and I'll miss you, but...I just...I want to see what's out there for myself. Every year, every day, feels the same now; find some place, stay for a bit and hunt, move on. I- I can't live like this, it feels...suffocating."

"...You were always the curious kind, weren't you? I should have known this routine would bore you eventually," She sighed heavily and approached him, "I always knew this day would come, I just never expected it to be my youngest and smallest wyrmling that leaves the nest first..." She pulled him into a tight hug, "...Stay one last night with us, and if you're still sure about this after tomorrow's hunt I'll leave some supplies for you when we move on."

He smiled and hugged her back, "...Thank you..."

"Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"

"You taught me well. I'll be alright, I promise."

He spends lots of time with his siblings and mother the next day, maybe Melpomene proposed she could come with since they were always the closest but he reassured her he wanted to be alone

The goodbye is very tearful, even Adamas cries and she's not the type to do that often

Ebur feels a little broken seeing them go, it feels weird being completely alone, strangely quiet too - he usually likes the quiet, but not this time. He goes to hunt to keep his mind off it then that evening he gathers his things and moves them to a densite way closer to his root's (his root, saying that makes him so giddy) and goes to share his kill with her

And that night, for the first time in their lives, he goes to sleep curled up around her amongst her roots. It does help him feel much better about having to say goodbye to his family

He spends the rest of the year in her groove with her - from summer to winter - before she's finally ready to move on next spring and he happily follows her to look for a new home for the both of them

Despite the new normal being hard to get used to at first he was still so unbelievably happy with her

And Quercus was considerably easier to hide their relationship from than his own family, considering they're on the outskirts of his territory and Ebur never saw him in person. As far as Quercus is concerned, Amanita just has a mild wyrm problem that she's handling well on her own

A few different  things could happen from then on

Could either go canon compliant or pull out one of my fav moves, a cute domestic AU where they don't found Hallownest or do it later down the line after already having children and just live for a while as a happy family

And also the Drama Flavour where Ebur ends up pregnant despite them not trying to, they say fuck it and have them but he gets very sick and she brings him to her father for help, cue him being appalled that she's partners with a wyrm and her telling him to suck a dick and she'll take care of him herself, then they have the worst luck ever after finding a brand new territory and stumble onto Ebur's family, and Adamas has some very strong opinions about him being mates with a root (she doesn't even realise he's expecting otherwise it would have been. Worse). Fucking Romeo and Juliet up in here

For the last idea, I like the idea of Adamas questioning if that root can even provide for him or any possible clutches he might have in the future and he gets so pissed off he bristles, tells her to drop it and he's done with her attitude and to get the fuck off his territory. She bristles and calls him out on being so cocky as to tell her to get out

"If you're so confident then come on, defend your territory! Kick me out yourself!"

"Stop it-"

"Come on, boy! Show me you can actually protect yourself and yours! If you want me out them force me out!"

"I'm not going to fight you, mother!"

"...Tsk, you even talk like her."

"...Just...Just leave...please."

She circles him, "You should know words won't be enough to protect your territory from intruders, and that young root definitely doesn't have it in her to do it. You promised me you'll stay safe, so show me you can actually take care of yourself!"

Instead she gets violently thrown back by a white root after Amanita returns to check up on her hubby <3

Puts herself between them, ready to snap their necks with her roots if she has to

"He told you to leave, so leave. Or should I make you, you old bag?"

"Amanita-"

Of course, it was 25% him not being willing to fight his own mother and 75% him being sick and not willing to risk the pregnancy, but he's not gonna tell her that when she reacted so negatively about him being mates with a root (and his siblings def teased him before the situation got serious)

He's gonna be SO fucking depressed about this later though

But I also just like the idea of them finding the place that would later become Hallownest and founding the kingdom together

Ebur: Babe do you want me to beat up this old slug for you?

Amanita: Oh how romantic~

Unn:(live slug reaction)

Unn: Just take the damn territory and leave me alone, you brats

I also made an entire AU with Integrity where PK moves on with his family with a promise that he'll be back next spring for her, only to realise he's expecting. And I am obsessed with this version, it's cute and domestic (in a wyrm kind of way) and I am sucker for these things.

Ebur leaves with his family, promising to return to her next spring so they can leave together, but what he DIDN'T account for was him getting pregnant

So now he has to think up an idea to sneak away and keep his pregnancy hidden until he's back with her. Very hard to do with his mother around, an old wyrm with decades worth of clutches she's reared into adulthood by herself, she sussed him out embarrassingly quickly

Ebur, trying to sneak out: 💦💦💦

Adamas, like she’s scolding a teen: where are you going at this hour?

Ebur: …. A walk to clear my head?

Adamas: do you think that excuse worked with your siblings back then?

Ebur: … no

Adamas: do you think it’s gonna work now?

Ebur: ……… no

Ebur, quickly thinking of something else: ......hunting...

Adamas: Hunting?

Ebur: Hunting.

Adamas: At midnight? With your white, glowing ass? After we just ate?

Ebur: .........I'm hungry.

Adamas: Uh-huh

Ebur, bristling: Well! I'm a grown wyrm, I can do what I want!

Adamas: Oh can you now?

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Adamas: You're an adult but I'm still this group's leader, including yours

Ebur: Yes, dame. I'm sorry, dame

He does his best to mask his scent and keep his hormones and instincts under control, tries to sleep a little further from the group, is very careful on hunts and starts eating away from them when food aggression starts kicking his ass

One time Adamas finally approached him at meal time, throwing him her portion

"Here, eat up."

He looks at her, confused, "...I...what?"

"Just eat, kid."

He hesitantly takes it and leaves it near as he continues with his portion, "Don't you need to eat also?"

"Eh, I've eaten enough. Besides, I'm not the one who's eating for more than one right now."

"HRK-"

He looks at her, horrified, and she can't help but laugh

"What? You think I haven't noticed? Come on, you could fool your siblings with your excuses but I've had plenty of clutches of my own," She pats him on the shoulder, "Come on, eat up, kid. You need to put some meat on these bones."

He sighs heavily and goes back to eating, red in the face and a little awkward, unable to look her in the eyes as she's just observing him

"...If you copulated around the time of your first heat last spring-"

"HRNK?!"

"Oh, don't be like that, you're not a child anymore. Anyway, your due date should be in winter...not the ideal time to have a clutch, but we could make this work. You'll need to eat a lot if this kid is to have any chance of survival, though," She looked back st him, "...If you want to keep it, that is."

He goes quiet, his tail curling in close, "...I...y-yeah, I do..."

"...Alright, if that's what you want."

"You seem nervous."

"...How- how could I not be? I mean, all of this, it's...it's my first brood, and if they're due in winter..."

She scoots closer to him and wraps her tail around him, "Hey...you're not alone in this, okay? You have your siblings and I, we'll take care of you and your young. It's going to be alright." And she nuzzles him gently

Obviously they figure out the children are part root, but only some time after they're born

At least now Ebur has an excuse to return to her, saying she'd have valuable input on caring for them

That doesn't stop his siblings from teasing him about possibly wanting to see her again and being in love (they're right, but he's not about to admit it)

Also the moment he accidentally let's her name slip he's not gonna hear the end of it

Adama: So you want to return to the groove?

Ebur: Yes. I mean, she taught me a lot about rootfolk, but-

Io: Uh-huh, I bet she did. Close and perso-

Ebur, slapping him with his tail: ...Anyway. She told me a lot, but still, Amanita would kno-

Adustus: YOU KNOW HER NAME?!

Ossum: OHHH, LITTLE LOVERBOY IS ON FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THE ROOT~?

Ebur: You're killing me

God can you imagine what kind of pains in the ass these cunts were when Adamas and Ebur broke the news to them

Constant teasing and asking who it was

Ebur gets no rest

Adamas takes her little shits on a training hunt again

"Why do we need to train anyway? You've taught us how to hunt seasons ago."

"I did, but not with two members down. You need to practice now before your sibling stops being able to join us on hunts."

"...two...?"

"Yes, two. It'll be safer if somebody stays behind with Ebur when he's further along and carrying for his young, so I need to know we'll be able to provide for this family with two hunters down and more mouths to feed."

"...Can't I join your hunts anyway? You hunted by yourself while pregnant, didn't you?"

"I did, but I was also alone, I had no choice. You shouldn't have to choose between your children's safety and finding food. We live as a family for a reason, what would we be but animals if we don't take care of each other? I'm not letting you or your young live like lone nomads when you have us."

They also hunt more since Ebur needs more food, especially later down the line, and if anybody complains she's gonna cut that shit down SO fast

"I don't want to hear it! Ebur and the brood they're carrying are your kin, so start acting like it and have some damn respect. Do you think Ebur would be here complaining if the roles were reversed? Do you think they wouldn't care for you when you need it? We're a family, we take care of each other, in sickness and in health. Your sibling and his children need you. If that's a problem for you, you're free to leave and live as a nomad, but as long as you follow me and are a part of this family I don't want to hear any complaining, got it?"

"...yes, dame. I'm sorry."

"Instead of apologising to me make yourself useful. And treat your siblings kinder, one day you might be the one who needs their help so you better hope your words don't come back to bite you then."

Adamas is a strict parent but very much loves her family and it's so important to her that they take care of each other <3

She's a good mum, if a little bit hard on them at times

Melponeme, loafing in front of Ebur: ….

Ebur: …. What. Go away

Melp: im not touching you

Ebur: what do you want

Melp, loafing, staring: ……….

Ebur: ………………

Melp: you’re gettin fat

Ebur: no shit it’s almost like a have a litter growing inside me

Melp, reaching over to poke his stomach:

Ebur, batting: stop that!!!

Melp: how many do you think they’re gonna be?

Ebur: I dunno

Melp: probably like. A lot of you keep growing at this rate

(And then it's just two. Absolute menace <3 won't give him a break)

Ebur, growling:

Adamas: Dear, if you keep poking at a predator like that it's gonna strike

Melp: Nahhh, they're harmle-

Ebur, pouncing on her:

Melp: !!!

"Don't be too rough with your sibling, they're expecting."

"Oh come on! They started it! They can't keep holding the pregnancy thing over our head constantly!"

Ebur sitting there like >:3

“Well they’ve got a few more months and then it’s fair game”

"Oh, so you'd beat up a new parent and leave my children orphaned? How cruel"

"I'm not gonna kill you, you maniac?!"

Also once he's much further along he digs himself a separate den and slowly moves in there, it worries his siblings but Adamas assures them it's normal, wyrms prefer to be alone in the first few days before and after giving birth

"Are you sure they're okay? Can't they stay with us?"

"Pff, would you prefer to get growled at and possibly mauled every time you come into your den? They'll be fine, don't worry."

His siblings go out hunting and gathering more often after that and finally give him lots and lots of warm and soft bedding for his new den

"Since you'll sleep alone we thought you and the baby could use some warmer bedding."

And he can't help but smile and wag his tail

Wondering if wyrms would have a word for aunt/uncle and what would it be?? Obviously not auncle, since aunt and uncle aren't wyrm temrs

Currently they don't have any, anybody beyond your parents, siblings and young are just "kin"

Maybe they'd use cousin? (As in. Also use cousin, not a replacement for aunt/uncle. I realised I worded this weird)

Half of this is Ebur's siblings fretting over him and Adamas having to keep them straight and from freaking out KDBDJRB

“GET OUT OF MY DEEENNNN”

“Oh but we worry about our poor lil sibling!!”

“FUCK OOOFFF”

Gonna get hissy and pissy and Adamas will just shake her head and say she warned them

“Can we see the babies now— UAGH”

“-HISSSSS-“

Glaring at them from the entrance of his den before the babies even arrive

"You're so lucky I'm round and slow right now"

“Hehe spherical”

“Shut the fuck up”

Also been thinking about the delivery. This sounds weird,,

TW for childbirth, pregnancy, etc, and mention of near infant death

Anyway, his siblings would notice he stopped eating, only stays in his den, and would bring it up to Adamas

Her ear just twitches and she looks over at his den, "...Seems the little one will arrive any moment, then."

"Huh?"

"How can you tell?"

"I also stopped eating like two to three days before I had you or any of my previous litters. It's normal. Just give them some space, they're going to be especially irritable now."

Then one night one of them wakes up and immediately wakes the others, as Adamas isn't in the den. They peek out to look for her and find her just sitting nearby and staring at Ebur's den

"...Dame? Why aren't you in the nest?"

"Quiet down. Do you smell that?"

They pause to scent the air

"...blood?"

"...It's been a while," She gets up and dusts herself off, "I'll go check up on your sibling, you keep watch for me. Don't come too near, he's probably stressed as is."

She approaches his den and they see her quietly talking before she disappears inside. They keep watch as promised, though all of them are fidgety and uneasy, pacing and shifting around, trying to chat to pass the timd

After what feels like forever though one of them tells them to shut up for a moment and when they do they can hear very faint cries coming from the den

They wait with held breaths and eventually Adamas stalks out of the den holding bloodied bedding (to a group of nervous wyrms looking at her like 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁 👁👁, almost makes her laugh)

"...so?"

"So what?"

"Dame, please-"

She snickers, "There's two."

They all seem excited, which makes her smile

"How are they?"

"Ebur is fine. One of the wyrmlings is strong, and the furstborn..." She trails off, swishing her tail, "They'll make it, if they survive this night."

The five visibly deflate at the news

"...Are they gonna...?"

"Only time will tell. Like I said, if they survive this night they should be okay. Don't repeat this to Ebur, though, they've had enough of hardships for one night," She turned to leave, "I'll go burry these sheets. You five, go hunt for your sibling and their young, they're going to need the strength. I'll look after them."

They hurry off, a hunt seems like a good opportunity to blow off some steam

When they return, Adamas shows them how to thinly mince the meat for the the newborns before she delivers the food to Ebur and his kids

That's pretty much the norm for the next few days, Adamas is the only one who he allows into the den so she updates the siblings on the situation and stays with him while they go hunting

The day after, after they made their hunt for the day and Adamas once again disappears into their sibling's den with the food, was probably the most stressful. The five waited for her for what seemed like eternity and immediately pounce on her for info like young wyrmlings the second she's out

"Won't you five calm your tails?! Your sibling and their young are fine."

"And the firstborn?"

"They're doing much better and seem strong. You can stop panicking."

Though they're less intense about this afterwards, everytime Adamas leaves the den she's met with five wyrms staring at her and eagerly awaiting any updates

"Do they have names yet?"

"Ebur said they did pick already, you'll learn them once you meet the younglings"

"UUUUGHHH"

"MAAAAN"

"Stop being dramatic, it's only a few more days"

The five also get an idea to make the twins little clothes so they can stay warm and cosy

They get to gift them to Ebur once they finally meet the little ones

One day, after nearly a week, Adamas leaves the den to see the five wyrms once again waiting on her and she sighs heavily before smiling

"Alright, who wants to meet the babies?"

And they all get SO excited, before she has to remind them to keep calm to not spook their sibling or his kids

They go into the den one by one, which is thankfully big enough for all of them, where Ebur is laying in the corner, curled up around two little sleepy boundless and purring to them

His siblings are just awe struck at the babies and coo to them, showering them and Ebur with so many compliments

"They look a little odd for wyrmlings though, don't they?"

Io proceeds to get very roughly jabbed in the side by Fossor

"Ow, what the hell?!"

"Don't be an ass. Obviously they're not full wyrms, idiot, they're going to look different."

Though none of them is yet to clock that they're half-root

They get the babies thick clothes so they can crawl outside the den (under incredibly strick supervision by all 7 of their family members) once they're big enough

"Ebur, quit grooming them! They won't combust into flames if they have a speck of dirt or snow on them!"

"Mrrrr"

Melpomene: So, how did you name them?

Ebur: The firstborn is Hallow and the second born is Amaryllis

Io: Hm, weird names for wyrms

Ebur: 💦💦💦

Fossor, readying to hit him again:

Hallow, crawling towards Io with intent to Bite:

Io: Ohhhh little lad on a mission, what will they do? Beware the big bad wyrm

Hallow: Grrrr

Io:*casually just rolls away*

Hallow, flopping down and looking at him offended before SCREAMING angrily to voice their displeasure at inability to bite and maim uncle: EEEAAAAAAAAA

Gonna crawl towards him with even more determination

Adustus: Snrk- Stop giving the poor kid a workout and let them bite you

Io: If they wanna bite me they should prove it by getting me the legitimate way

Adamas: that one has a strong set of lungs

Ebur: mhm

Ebur: ...Was I this loud at their age?

Adamas: Absolutely. The loudest

Ebur: .......oh

Adamas: yeah. oh. Little snot

Ebur: hey!

(Mean to him <3)

Just wait till they figure out the connection between Amaryllis and Amanita

Of course loverboy would name the baby after a flower LMAO

".....snrk"

"shut up. shut up. shut the fuck up. I dont wanna hear it. Shut your bitchass up."

Start teasing him that he is SO smitten and in love

None know just how right they are

He's gonna die or commit murder at this rate

Ebur being all "it's not like that, it's not like that" and then when he sees Amanita again they're all lovey dovey and cute

I think Adamas' group was in the groove for like 2 years so they did have time to develop a meaningful relationship, though it's still nothing compared to how they're gonna be in a few years KFBDJFH

Io: not like that my ass—

Ebur: Shut the fuck—

Amanita: :? Not like what my darling?

Adustus: he’s been swearing up and down it isn’t love and he hasn’t totally been courting you

Amanita, amused: aaaww my dear Ebur, so now you’re shy with your affections~?

Ebur, sputtering: Ami, please not in front of my family...

Ossum: AMI

Ebur: I BITE

Ossum: Yeah, I bet ~your Ami~ knows a thing or two about that, huh~?

Ebur: GRRRRR

Amanita, laughing a little: I haven’t heard you growl that loud since we first met my wyrm~!

Ossum: good gods y’all are nauseating

Adamas: Her wyrm, huh?

Ebur: NOT you too

Amanita, not helping as she nuzzles him: My wyrm~

She's having so much fun <3 He can't help but smile though

Ebur: You're...impossible, my darling

Amanita: 🥰

Adamas: So, how long have you been together?

Amanita: Officially? Only one year, but we've been courting for much longer than that~

Adamas: Oh, you're official hm? Ebur, you never told me you've found yourself a mate. Look at you growing up on me, my youngest wyrmling has a mate and children already

Ebur: My dame, please

Amanita: ....children?

Adamas: ... you didn't know?

Ebur: Hey i was suppose to surprise her with that dame!

Ebur: Plus, I only found out after I left, not like I could tell her I was-

Amanita, grabbing him: Darling, what's that about children?

Ebur: .... We have two my darling.

Amanita: We have children!?

Ebur: yes. Our...... time together has resulted in me becoming gravid. We have two healthy children

Amanita, shaking him: Show me!!

Ebur, laughing: Well, stop trying to give me whiplash and I will!

(They're so adorable it makes me sick <- Ebur's siblings probably)

Presents her with the two little guys with a big smile. Tells her their names and she kneels down to hold them both and nuzzle and give kisses and be so so emotionally happy about it

The rest of the family give them some privacy so they can have a proper reunion and Amanita can meet her children

She's so SO happy

Scoops all three of them up and nuzzles him, looks at them as if they're her whole world

"Oh, my darling, they're so beautiful, so perfect...I love them..." She whispers, her breath caught in her throat for a moment, "...I love you."

His heart skips a beat and he nuzzles in close and kisses her cheek, "I love you too..."

And the babies are gonna ruin the moment and squeaking in protest about being held <3

"ooohhh my little sprouts, I need to plant you in my den and watch you grow big and strong youre so precious~"

"wait like. Actually bury them??"

"A little yeah. They should be able to root I think"

"...hm!"

"...Unless they're more wyrm in that regard?"

"Well, they seemed to do just fine on meat, but there's no harm in trying other things. Maybe a combination will be best for them?"

"Oh dear..."

"Don't worry, my love, we'll figure it out together"

Theyre rowdy and like to run around and play

but for sleepy time they get to be buried in the dirt. Makes em giggle and keeps them warm

OH the convo between Adamas and his siblings in the meanwhile

Adustus: ...He's gonna leave, isn't he?

Adamas: Hm?

Adustus: I mean, with our group we can't stay anywhere for too long, especially in a small groove like this, we'd run out of prey. And a root wouldn't be able to keep up for long, they're stationary. And...I doubt he'd leave her, just look at them.

Adamas: ...He seems happy. It'd be good for the little ones to have both parents too.

Amanita, planting the babies for the first time:

Quercus, waking her up at ass o'clock after he sensed two new seedlings near her: 👀 👀 👀

Amanita: huh wh

Quercus: KIDS?? KIDS?? DO I HAVE GRANDKIDS PRINCESS???

Amanita: pfft. yes.

Amanita:

Amanita, internally: wait shit fuck

Quercus: oh hey that wyrm problem came back. Lemme drop by and see how my daughter is doing since im not busy

What a fucking reunion that would be huh

Adamas: I've heard you want to leave? Maybe you should come with us, then, it'd be easier for you

Amanita: Ah, but would you like to leave now? Because it's already almost the end of spring, I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to leave now, I might not survive winter if I'm not rooted down somewhere by autumn. We were planning to leave early next spring, if you'd like to live in my groove until then you're fully welcome to

Adamas: But what of your parent? Wouldn't they notice?

Amanita: It's alright, he didn't came by last time you were here for over two years, I'm sure it's fine now, he won't even notice 😊 (narrator voice he did notice)

"Hey sweetheart how are you.... doing...."

Amanita, with the family of wyrms just hanging out in her den: .......... Daaaadddddddd what a suuurrrppprriiissseee💦

Her just trying to cover up this fairly large family of wyrms

Adamas getting defensive when Quercus is questioning Amanita

Starts growling and pushes to the front of them

Quercus: Stay out of this, wyrm

Adamas: Like hell I am! I'm not letting you step all over my family or my daughter

Amanita: It's really not nece- daughter??? 🥺

Quercus: Daughter?!

Adamas: Yes, daughter, she's my child's partner so as much of a family to me as my own children!

Amanita's just trying so fucking hard not to get emotional and cry over this now

too bad Quercus is bristling at that

Amanita and Quercus are emotional over this but in completely opposite directions

Amanita has to get herself together to step between them before it ends in a fight

GOD. I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS. AMANITA BEING ACCEPTED INTO HIS WYRM FANILY AFTER THEY SEE HOW MUCH SHE AND EBUR LOVE EACH OTHER 🥺 SO CUTE

She gets to root in and do some wyrm watching with her tubers

Amanita, to the kids: look how silly your father can be. Look, watch

Amanita, wiggling a root:

Ebur: 👁️👁️

His siblings watching him paw at the root

Adustus: ...Dude...

Fossor: Good fates he's domesticated

Adamas: …… oh how the mighty fall

She always knows how to embarrass him in front of his family 🥰

Zooming through her roots to play while Adamas wonders how he inherited such weird quirks

Adamas: I should have judged my mates better, what is this...

Ossum: hey they're the only one Like That

Melp: yeah we’re normal about things

Ebur: Snrk- Yeah, just wait till you find your own mates

Io: I think you're just weird, actually

Ebur: At least I have a mate and children, you lonely ass

Amanita delights in how silly the tubers are. Truly the most delightful thing

Ebur's family think it's funny how the twins have been dubbed the tubers since they came here

But hey, it fits

I bet Amanita sometimes just casually steals her wyrm away

Just picks him up with her roots like "I'll be taking that~"

They're so lovely dovey it's nauseating

Even Adamas teases him about her swooping him off his feet

And he can't keep the smile off his face when he talks about her or hide the blush when they tease him so he really can't hide it

Ebur and the tubers also sleep in her den, keep in her tangle of roots.

The others can set up a den as they please

He at first set up a den near her instead of with her but it was literally abandoned on night one

It's his den in spirit

The second his siblings realise its been abandoned and how fast he's getting teased AGAIN

“Shouldve just saved the time and effort and not done that altogether.”

“I didn’t ask you”

Adamas: No, I bet they tried really hard to use that den but really couldn't help themself be apart from her, didn't you?

Ebur: ...grrrr

Adamas: Snrk, seems I got it right

Amanita: you made a separate den from me???

Adamas: case n point

Ebur: Ooooh, God forbid I want to sleep with my partner! You insufferable twats

Adamas: You’re such a fucking sap

Amanita: Oh but they're my sap~ And I think it's so cute~

Gets a collective "Bleh" out of them

The two looking over their tubers playing with Ebur's siblings

Amanita: Oh, these kids are great, I love them so much

Ebur: Mhm

Amanita: We should have more~

Ebur, sputtering: Amanita!

Io: HEY WE HEARD THAT YOU FUCKING WEIRDOS

Amanita: what? You didn’t think I was going to want just one clutch did you love?

Ebur: w-what—

Amanita, curling around him: I have an urge for my seeds to spread my wyrm~

Io, gagging:

Fossor: What the hell, you two

Ebur: Not- not in front of my family, my love...

Io: literally traumatizing. What is wrong with them both

The rest is pretty much just VERY half assed future stuff and this is long enough as is 😐 So like. Yeah.

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C/W ::: In NO particular order ::: Soft, sweet. Kats and y/n missing each other. Turns to more than soft and sweet. Mild masturbation mentions, mutual masturbation -> F!orgasm, P->V, recording herself for Kats, a fun little set up that's been bubbling around in my mind for a couple of weeks now. They're happily ever after whatever.

WC ::: 2123

Proofread one or twice. Sorry if I missed anything horrific.

Katsuki was out of town on a week long mission. He had been gone for almost 4 days now and you missed him so much it hurt. He missed you, too. Your touch, your smile, and the sound of your voice. But what you sent him made him miss you even more.

He was just getting into his room for the day. You'd messaged him earlier that you were going to send him something. But you were going to wait until he was in for the night. You both knew he couldn't wait to watch it until he was in for the evening. So you told him to let you know when to send it (for real - not 'oh yeah, I'm totally in my room now, babe.').

"Hi Kats. I know you're not going to be home for 3 more days or so. But I miss you, baby. I miss you ... so, so much. So I thought that I could do a little something for you. Y'know, just in case you miss me, too. I hope y'like it. I hope you come home soon. I love you so much an' I miss you more, baby. Come back to me quick, Kats. I fucking love you so much, Dynamight."

You left the camera on top of the dresser as you went out of the shot to change into a set of bright orange lingerie. You remember him saying once how he loved the color against your skin.

You started to record the video in front of a mirror, so he could see your whole body moving beautifully to the music (to his favorite song). Your hips swayed to the beat, your ass jiggled with every movement, and your tits bounced deliciously.

Katsuki was already feeling himself getting flustered. He reached down and pushed the growing tent in his pants back as best he could, imagining it was your hand reaching to touch him as he watched you dance. You were so fucking hot to him, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now.

He was so pissed that he was the one who had to be sent on this stupid task. But it was all part of the job. Katsuki knew this. It still made him mad that he had to watch you through the screen of his phone (though he'd watch it on the tiny screen of an iPod if he had no other options).

He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few strokes while he watched you dance for him. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, sucking and licking him as he ran his fingers through your hair and brushed your cheek with his fingertips.

You danced around in front of the camera some more and you continued talking to him.

"Do you remember the night we met? It was in July and god, it was so hot outside. We were out with our friends. You with yours and me with mine. And I saw you pouting in the corner. You looked like a kid who was just put in a time-out."

You laughed as you recalled the memory and then your smile dropped. You missed him so much right now. So much more than you have ever before when he's out on a job.

"Kats, I miss you so much. I don't know if I can wait for you to come home, baby." You shook yourself out and got back to swinging your hips around for him. "I have a confession to make, I watched you so closely that night. I needed to run into you. So I watched and waited for you to head to the bar and I walked up to stand next to you and said 'I'll have what he's having' and the bartender handed me an ice water."

He snorted out a laugh as the memory surfaced for him. "Tch, that dumbass gave you one of those stupid umbrellas and a mashed cherry 'n I sent that shit right back and told him to fix it." He stopped stroking himself at the thought of first meeting you. It made his heart ache, your absence was hitting him harder than it usually does this time around, too.

You continued, "Anyway, the crappy little umbrella and the cherry that looked like it'd been through a round or 2 with a blender. You had such a hissy fit about that for me. Oh man, and you were so pissed when I told you I didn't even like cherries." 

You stopped dancing and got right in the lens of the camera and just talked to him.

"When I finally convinced you that I didn’t give a shit about the stupid cherry, you loosened up a bit and started talking with me instead of just at me, hah! I knew right then, that night, I knew that I was going to fall for you. Did you know you were going to fall for me, too, Kats? What are you doing right now? Are you ... touching yourself? What are you thinking about?"

You backed away from the camera and he let out a low growl when he saw you'd taken your bra off.

"Call me, Kats. Call me right now, baby. Please ... I need to hear your voice."

You had been waiting for this. And the call you'd been hoping for finally, finally came. You smiled to yourself knowing that he was watching the little clip you'd sent him and that he was at the part where you told him to call you. You couldn't wait to talk to him.

"Hi." You said.

"I'm thinking about how you taste, babe. Your lips, your neck, your pussy."

You shivered at his words and you started to feel that familiar tingling sensation between your legs. "Kats, you know I can't help myself when you talk dirty like that."

"Yeah? You getting wet for me? Show me, baby."

You took your phone off speaker and put it up to your ear. "Hold on a sec, Kats. I just gotta get comfy."

You moved to the bed and pulled your panties off. "Okay, baby. I'm ready for you."

"Good, I'm so ready for you. I've been hard since I opened that video. You look so fucking hot. And then you told me to call you. Fuck, you're so sexy."

You could hear the sound of him stroking himself through the phone. It turned you on so much that you couldn't help but moan as your fingers slipped between your thighs.

"Wan' you so bad, Kats." You whined. "I miss your cock, baby. I miss your hands on me. I miss your lips on my skin. I miss the way you make me feel. I miss everything about you, Kats. Fuck, I'm so wet."

"Yeah? Tell me what you're doing, babe. Tell me how it feels."

"I'm rubbing my clit, Kats. It feels so good, baby." You moaned into the phone and you heard him moan back at you.

"You getting close, babe? You gonna cum for me? I wanna hear it, I want you to cum for me right now."

"I-I'm close, Kats. Oh fuck, I'm so close." A beeping in the background started and you groaned and told him to hold on a second, that you had something to take care of really quick. "Baby, don't move a muscle. Don't go anywhere, ok? I'll be right back."

He looked so sad as you put the phone down.

"Right ... back," you said.

He nodded.

His head shot up at the knock on his door. "NO, no thank you. I don't need towels or ... I don't need anything. BYE! Fuckin' read the sign on the door. Do not disturb. Fuck's sake."

Another knock. He was getting pissed. He pulled his pants up and dropped his phone on the bed, and then he went to the door and yanked it open.

"What the actual fuck is your problem?" He shouted. "Can't you see I'm ---" he stopped when he saw you standing there, holding your coat open, wearing the same lingerie you had on in the video.

A sly, shit-eating grin crept across his flushed face.

"I can ... you gonna invite me in so I can too?"

He grabbed your arm and yanked you inside, slamming the door behind you and pressing you roughly against it.

"Fuck, I missed you so much," he said as he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume.

"I missed you, too, Kats. So fucking much." You kissed him. You missed the way his lips felt against yours. You missed the way his tongue slipped between them and teased you.

Katsuki slid his hands down your back and cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting you up onto his waist.

"Wh-what are you doing here? How'd you know where - who did you -?"

"I'm here because I missed you. I talked to the agency and they told me. More specifically, your secretary. She told me what room she'd booked for you and booked one for me right across the hallway. She deserves a raise." You told him between kisses.

"Fuck, she's gettin' one. Paid vacations ... whatever she wants. C'mere, c'mere.” He carried you to the bed and laid you down, slotting himself between your legs. “You still wet for me, baby? Did you finish?"

"No, I didn't. I wasn’t going to without you." You started to pull your coat and lingerie off and he watched with his mouth open and his dick straining in his pants. "Get naked, Kats. I wanna see you, baby."

He stripped as quickly as he could, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. He stepped towards you and you both reached for each other. Your hands found his cock and he moaned as you started to stroke him. His fingers found their way between your legs, and he started to rub your clit.

"Oh my god, Kats. I missed your hands so much. Don't stop."

"I won't, I promise. I won't stop until you cum, baby." He kept rubbing as he moved his mouth to your breasts, sucking and licking your nipples.

"Nghh, that feels so good, baby. I'm gonna cum for you. I'm gonna --" you arched your back and cried out as you came. Katsuki kept rubbing as you shook in his arms.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, I love you so much. You're so fucking hot, babe."

You smiled at him and then pushed him back onto the pillows.

"You didn't think we were done, did you? Not until you fuck me, Kats."

He grinned again as he lay back. "Then what are you waiting for? Get on me, baby."

You straddled his hips and eased down onto his cock.

"Fuck, Kats."

He hissed through his teeth as he watched himself disappear into your body. You swallowed him so completely.

"You feel so good, babe. I missed you. You missed me filling you up like this, huh? You missed my cock in you, baby?"

"Ohhh, I missed your cock so fucking much, Kats. I've been thinking about you fucking me every night since you left."

You started to move on him. Slowly at first, but then you picked up the pace. Katsuki held your hips as you bounced on his dick.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck me harder."

"Oh my god, Kats. You feel so good in me, baby. I missed you so much. I missed this, I missed us, I missed everything about you, Kats. I love you so fucking much."

You were starting to get close again and Katsuki could tell. He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down on him harder and faster.

"That's it, baby. Cum on m-… cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I'm so fucking close, too."

You cried out as you came for the second time, and Katsuki couldn't hold back anymore. He came inside of you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself.

You collapsed on top of him, both of you panting and sweaty. Katsuki held you tight and kissed you all over your face.

"I missed you so much, Kats. So fucking much."

"I'm so glad you're here, baby." He smiled. "Me too. I love you."

You smiled back at him and kissed him. You both knew that you had the whole night to stay there, to be tangled up in each other. Tomorrow you had to head back home.

And you both intended to make the most of the time you had with the other until the sun came up.

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel @dreamcastgirl99

[legolasghosty]

OKAY I KNOW IT'S NEARLY MIDNIGHT BUT LAST EPISODE!!!!

Reggie's little smirk

The promoter lollll!!!

Awww Like and Reggie stepping back to give them a minute!!!

"I'd do anything for you" SOULMATES!!!

WILLEX HUG THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!

Willie and Alex both smiling even though their hearts are breaking and it's breaking mine!!!!

Luke: Alex no dancing. Alex: Watch me....

"Tell your friends!"

"your handwriting is better than mine..."

Julie's anxious flood of questions<333

Lollll them all being dorks over the phone call!!!

"I'm swimming!!!"

Carlos the Ghost Toaster!!!

Heh people are starting to recognize the boys....

Why Trevor, you look white as a... sorry, too easy a joke.

Feeling kinda bad for Carrie... kinda.

"You guys are the only family I have." My heart!!!!

Oh babiessss!!!

I love how Julie says When they cross over. Just... I wanna hug her so bad!!!!

Carlos stopping the recording <333

Julie's hands hovering over Alex and Reggie's!!!!

LEGENDS!!!

"Who you calling boy band?"

SIR GET YOUR FANCY GAY SELF OUT!!!!

"...sir." Oh Alex... baby it's gonna be okay.

Julieeeee you look so pretty!!!!!

Rob is lovely!

It's okay, your boys will be there, I promise... they're just a little... tied up at the moment...

Gotta say the suits look pretty good....

"How'd you know our sizes?" "That's your question?"

Dang it I hate Caleb using all of their stuff against themmmm! He's too good!!! He's such a good bad guy!

Nothing to Lose is such a bop, it's not fair!

Ughhh Caleb's magic slowly taking over....

Caleb's jacket is so frigging cool!

This man's voice, I cannot! I have such a voice crush on him.

Julieeeee my babyyyyy it's gonna be okayyyy!!!

"Where do any of us really go?"

"They were my friends, my band... my family." I'm not crying you're crying!!!

Flower!!!! Baby!!!!

"SIGNS!"

Gosh this must be a terrible night to be working at the Orpheum, the setlist is a mess....

My girl!!!! You got this!!!!

ALEX!!!!

REGGIE!!!

Bro the costume changes, I loveeee!!!

Luke my drama queen!!!!!!

Julie and Reggie jamming!!!!

SOLOS!!!!

Ugh I love them all so much!!!!!!!!

Carrie yesss!!!

Awww Molina family loveeee!!!

"Don't ghost me" *WINK*

Julie just falling apart as soon as she gets to the garage, I'm sobbing!!!!

Reggie's You're welcome my beloved!!!

"we had nowhere else to go."

"NO MUSIC IS WORTH MAKING JULIE IF WE'RE NOT MAKING IT WITH YOU!"

HUG!!!!!!!

Lol boy you are literally glowing.

GROUP HUGS HEAL ALL!!!!!

"Hugs are good."

And then... this stupid last scene... I wish they'd just cut it. So we weren't left with this frigging cliffhanger and then dropped into the sea....

AND THAT WRAPS IT UP FOR THE ANNIVERSARY!!!! LOVE YOU FANTOMS!!!!

[lab-trash]

hi!! aplogies if this is pushing but i really really really love your michie fic titled “H̶e̶r̶” and i was wondering if you’re planning on updating it at some point?? no pressure i just love the premise a lot and i am HOOKED

[also i really hope i have the right blog lol]

Okay, so first off. Right blog? Yes and no? I am the person who wrote Her, but this is more of my... sci-fi, supernatural blog? Which I suppose NPMD could key into, but it's much more sitcoms and movies. (Also just my personal rants, vents and other bullshit)

That being said, I've gotten a confused person looking for my musical theatre blog enough times that I definitely should create a pinned post including my other blogs.

My musical theatre blog, for future reference, is @im-not-a-l0ser . Very fitting if you ask me ^-^

Anyway! About your question! I do plan on updating it at some point, I just don't know when that point will be. Something that keeps me on top of my stories is writing chapters in advance so I don't get burnout. Example, I'm writing Beanies right now and there are nine chapters posted. Chapter 10 is complete, but I haven't yet finished chapter 11, so I'm not posting Chapter 10, and Chapter 11 won't be out until Chapter 12 is complete. (This also allows me to double-post chapters when I'm finishing a book, although this has not actually happened yet.)

I did not start doing this until after starting Her. I'm stuck with Her, because I don't know what direction I'm going into, and I don't know where to start. Also doesn't help that my parents were never formally divorced (they have 6 kids and had been married for over 20 years by the time they separated; can't blame them) so I really don't know anything about the process. I know it's long and gruelling and stuff, but I don't know how quickly I'd be able to just gloss over it. But I suppose maybe Gary Goldstein (Attorney At Law) is a good enough lawyer to get it wrapped up real quick lol.

I understand that Her is more of an angst and trans-comfort gold mine, but feel free to take a peak into my other books, which are updated slightly more frequently, such as Beanies or Zeek: The Fighting Nighthawk. Beanies is more building friendship secretly between them, while Zeek: The Fighting Nighthawk has them becoming friends with one under false identity (obviously, that's Zeek.) Beanies does also include the same character being trans, but it's not a major plot/talking point (yet). I really appreciate the support, I'm just going to be very busy between planning for pride and writing for Beanies (I have a trio of chapters coming out that I want to get out of the way before I pick up something else; I don't want burnt out on this before I even finish the pride event stories.)

If you want something of mine that's complete, I have a handful of one-shots, such as Dance with Death (spoilers for Workin' Boys and Abstinence Camp), Max Jagerman's Socks, r/TrueOffMyChest (you can actually find some backstory for that on my blog under an ask @/24-guy sent in), and Max Jagerman's Private Story.

I also have an ongoing porn saga but we're not gonna talk about that right now

Hi! If you follow me for LREF, Stranger Things, It, etc. and you for some reason read this whole thing. You should totally go watch the Hatchetfield musicals! If you like musicals (some people don't lmao)

If you're interested, they have a rich lore, many meta-jokes, and a currently active fandom which you might enjoy (looking at you LREF fandom. That is to say, like six people.)

If you are interested, it's The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, Black Friday, and Nerdy Prudes Must Die. They're all free on YouTube, recorded by the creators and they're all absolutely fantastic IMO. Watch them in that order though! If you don't, you'll be really confused! This is a trilogy (kinda), the world is the same (kinda), the previous shows give context for world building and jokes.

If you do watch them, please please come talk to me about it over on @im-not-a-l0ser . I do highly recommend blocking the tags though before you've finished them. Spoilers can happen really easily, and when it comes to Hatchetfield, something that might seem small or insignificant (or maybe just extremely confusing) probably means something pretty big overall.

(Ps, there's also a 'mini series' called Nightmare Time. It definitely gives some context and it expands upon Hatchetfield as a whole, but it's not technically necessary to watch. I'm not gonna force anyone to watch it, just because there's so goddamn much of it.)

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

lyrics that only a tortured poet could write

(pt 1 because)

and i love you, it's ruining my life

and who's gonna hold you like me? // and who's gonna know you, if not me?

once i fix me // he's gonna miss me

for a moment i knew cosmic love

i saw, in my mind, fairy lights through the mist

i stopped CPR, after all, it's no use // the spirit was gone, we would never come to

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

stitches undone // two graves, one gun

and you say i abandoned the ship // but i was going down with it

and my friends said it isn't right to be scared // every day of a love affair // every breath feels like rarest air // when you're not sure if he wants to be there

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

i'm havin' his baby" // no, i'm not, but you should see your faces

i'll tell you somethin' 'bout my good name // it's mine alone to disgrace // i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

god save the most judgmental creeps // who say they want what's best for me // sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see // thinkin' it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me // and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny

if all you want is gray for me // that's just white noise, that's just my choice

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it // watch me daily disappearing // for just one glimpse of his smile

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time // yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine

so i did my best to lay to rest // all of the bodies that have ever been on my body // and in my mind, they sink into the swamp // is that a bad thing to say in a song?

am i allowed to cry? ... am i bad or mad or wise?

one slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze // oh, what a way to die

what if i roll the stone away? // they're gonna crucify me anyway

they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly // i choose you and me religiously

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said // nothing makes me feel more alive

so i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street // crash the party like a record scratch as i scream // "who's afraid of little old me?" // you should be

is it a wonder i broke? let's hear one more joke // then we could all just laugh until i cry

i was tame, i was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean // "don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? // then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? // i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me // you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me // so all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs // i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? // that i'll sue you if you step on my lawn // that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong // put narcotics into all of my songs // and that's why you're still singin' along

you caged me and then you called me crazy // i am what i am 'cause you trained me

the smoke cloud billows out his mouth // like a freight train through a small town

but your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger // i can fix him, no, really, i can // and only i can

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed

still alive, killing time at the cemetery // never quite buried

a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

what we thought was for all time was momentary

you cinephile in black and white // all those plot twists and dynamite

i wish i could unrecall // how we almost had it all

dancing phantoms on the terrace // are they second-hand embarrassed that i can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

it was legendary // it was momentary // it was unnecessary

oh, what a valiant roar // what a bland goodbye // the coward claimed he was a lion

"i'll never leave, nevermind"

our field of dreams engulfed in fire // your arsons match your somber eyes

and i'll still see it until i die // you're the loss of my life

there in her glittering prime // the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night

lights, camera, bitch, smile // even when you wanna die

breaking down, i hit the floor // all the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "more"

i cry a lot, but i am so productive, it's an art // you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart

i can hold my breath // i've been doin' it since he left // i keep finding his things in drawers // crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing

you hung me on your wall // stabbed me with your push pins

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? // did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

i would've died for your sins, instead, i just died inside

and you deserve prison, but you won't get time // you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

and in plain sight you hid // but you are what you did // and i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive // the smallest man who ever lived

'cause the sign on your heart // said it's still reserved for me // honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

this happens once every few lifetimes

all your life, did you know // you'd be picked like a rose?

this town is fake, but you're the real thing // breath of fresh air through smoke rings

crowd goes wild at her fingertips // half moonshine, a full eclipse

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen // flesh and blood amongst war machines // you're the new God we're worshipping // promise to be dazzling

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours // demanding more

it's hell on earth to be heavenly

you look like Taylor Swift in this light, we're lovin' it // you've got edge, she never did

[spilledbutter]

@podcastenthusiast SUGAR BABY GERALT i am YELLING

sugar baby geralt is a twenty-something college drop-out single dad trying to figure out how to get ciri to eat her vegetables and keep the lights on. he's got his trusty piece of shit car (affectionately named roach) that desperately needs a new set of tires and volunteers part-time at his dad's dog rescue, the wolf pack.

he's got a lot of responsibilities and not a lot of money and he is just. so tired.

jaskier is a well-to-do thirty-something self-made indie musician/part-time influencer with money to spare. he's been his own man since his early twenties when he finally told his parents to fuck off after college. he's got a business degree (forced upon him but used out of spite) and a chip on his shoulder and is determined to do Whatever The Fuck He Wants at this stage in his life.

they're both trying to escape their problems.

he and geralt meet by chance. geralt's old flame-turned-friend yennefer dragged him out for a night of fun. ("all you do is work, geralt, and ciri will be fine with triss for a night.") jaskier is out essi and priss. the club is loud and hot and too much but when they see each other across the dance floor, everything else fades away.

it's like gravity (or destiny or fate, if you believed in that kind of thing) draws them together. they share a dance, then a kiss, then suddenly they're making out in an uber on the way to jaskier's place. they spend the night together--and what a night it is.

but when geralt wakes up in the morning, he notices... jaskier's place is nice. like rich person nice. and he feels self conscious as he looks around at the lofty ceilings and nice furniture and expensive looking instruments placed everywhere. there's a recording studio. who the fuck is this guy.

so he's getting dressed and is about to make his exit posthaste when jaskier catches him.

"leaving so soon?"

and geralt is still embarrassed but he likes jaskier. he's attracted to him. and he figures he can let himself play into the fantasy just a little bit longer after he checks his phone and sees that yen and triss and ciri are alright.

so they eat scrambled eggs and toast and talk. it's... nice. and geralt finds himself telling jaskier about his daughter, about his life. he doesn't explicitly say anything about money, but jaskier can read between the lines.

jaskier makes a suggestion.

"we could keep meeting, you know. i enjoy your company, geralt, even if the sex never happens again. and in exchange... why don't you bring your car next time? a friend of mine is a mechanic, and owes me a favor."

and geralt's pissed at the implication, because who the fuck does jaskier think he is. he's not a charity case, he's not going to take his money just because jaskier had him on his back last night.

and he tells him so, but jaskier repeats the offer, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

"geralt. i want to help you. and you don't have to do anything to deserve it--i think knowing you will be payment all on its own."

and geralt knows he could use the help. jaskier seems nice enough and he doesn't have any other options coming his way right now, really. the universe has never been kind to him.

so he agrees. "alright."

they keep meeting up, with jaskier doing little favors for him here and there--fixing his car, buying groceries. he never accepts jaskier's money straight out.

and eventually, they truly are friends. geralt lets jaskier meet ciri. and the presents start to overtly include her too--paying for them to go to the amusement park, just to see ciri shriek with glee. paying for the karate and piano lessons ciri has always wanted but geralt has never been able to afford.

and things inevitably get messy when geralt starts to feel something more.

[ithinkabouttzu]

Momo <33 she's so pretty!! Actually, twice in general? So beautiful. Anyway, hope you're having a good day! I wanted to ask for a BoB ship. Thank you in advance for the ship, if you're able to do it.

Brief description of my looks; Curly hair that's brown with highlights of blonde and red. It's like a mixture of my parents' hair colours. I am 175?ish?cm tall, might've grown I don't know. Have thought of modeling! Fashion wise; I'm trying to mix elements of goth and punk. I love using fashion as a form of self-expression. My friend calls me her scary dog privilege !! Oh, I love Demonia 311s. The same friend (I love her sm) labeled my eyes sea glass. My facial expressions are either sorrowful or a bit stand-offish. No in-between.

Personality; I am an infp/type one enneagram. I am pretty quiet and find it hard to reach out to people. There's been a few times where I have reached out to someone and then been ghosted. So, I'd rather have others speak to me first so I am assured they want to speak to me... Or even like me. People have said I am therapeutic to be around and I assume it's because I am quiet and willing to listen. I tend to blush quite easily as well. I enjoy reading poetry and anything really. Even though I am quiet and even described as shy; I tend to take on leadership roles... It just comes easily. Even though I have the habit of not living in the moment, I enjoy watching others live in the moment. I enjoy cracking jokes and making others laugh. I love seeing others smile. I think the most beautiful sight is the smile of my best friends. They're so beautiful. I am Jewish. If that adds anything. Music is important to me; I love all kinds of music. I currently love echo and the bunnymen, the charlatans, stone roses, pogues, the clash... I collect records. I'm also into history and geography. Some favorite figures of mine (historical or just authors); James Connolly, Simone de Beauvoir, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and Franz Kafka. I guess something that is important is I struggle with depression? It's just a family heirloom.

Thank you for your request lovely! 💛

I ship you with…

David Webster!

Song recommendation: About you - The 1975

- Okay you guys would fit each other so well, like I could definitely see it, both of you would be so cute together and you guys would even one another out PERFECTLY

- both of you are very chill people, I think you guys would be friends before you guys started anything romantic between each other, although Web would totally have feelings for you the whole time he’s known you, but he would rather you set the pace in your guys’ relationship

- Like I said, when he met you, he would think it’s love at first sight, you would make his heart beat 100x faster when you’re around, even though his feelings for you were super strong, he would try to keep it as lowkey as he possibly could, he didn’t want to ruin the relationship you guys already had so he could keep his feelings to himself for the most part

- All until one night when all of you guys were out at a bar, you guys separated for only a second, only because he had to go to the restroom, and when he came back m, he saw you dancing with another guy, it made his heart drop, if you looked at him in that moment you would see how heartbroken he looked, the rest of the night he avoided you, hanging out with his other friends until you finally came up to him and confronted him

- “What’s wrong with you?!” You would mad asl at him and so he would try to move the conversation outside where you guys could have proper privacy, “I-i like you, okay? A-and when you were dancing with that other dude I ju-”

- and that’s when you kissed him, a passionate, heavy kiss, this man swears he died and went to heaven, “Wait, so you like me back, do you want to go out like on a date tomorrow then?” He didn’t try to waste anytime on getting that out LOL

- every little date night or special occasion, he will write you little poems or some sort of poetry that mad him think of you, it’s so romantic and sweet, it never fails to make you blush too when he does sweet little things like that.

- btw he LOVES your style, like it’s so cool and refreshing to him, sometimes he’ll ask you, “hey babe, can you style me?” LOL he will always remind you that you have good fashion taste and that sometimes he needs your opinion on what to wear or not wear

- and when you tell him about modeling, he will agree that you do it like 10000% “hon, your so gorgeous, i’m sure any modeling agency would love to have you! Do your runway walk and let me see it” As you do your walk, he would proceed to act like a photographer and take photos of you like a model, “ You’re a natural babe!” he’s ur ultimate hype man honestly

- he is very observant of you, he loves watching you make others smile, or go out of you way to make other happy, it makes him happy, knowing that his s/o is someone who is kind, and funny and overall just so thoughtful of others, you inspire him to be a better friend and role model to others too!

- I think you guys would have similar music taste, and whenever you guys hear a new song or band you’ll recommend it to one another, you guys might even share a playlist if y’all really want to, or maybe even put a record on and dance throughout the house together

- he is always open into learning about Judaism with you and your jewish cultures and traditions, he’s always attentive when you explain to him certain things and he will always ask you questions if he doesn’t understand, he likes knowing those things because he thinks it helps him understand you better, that way he can be an even better boyfriend than before

- both of you have a thing for history and find so one things so cool and unique about it, some night you guys will just watch the, “America In Color” Together on the Smithsonian channel together and both of you will enjoy it sm (btw i recommend that show it’s sooo good and educational)

- he loves playing with your curly hair (if you let him ofc) he thinks it’s so soft and whenever he plays with your hair it’s almost guaranteed that he will get tired and fall asleep, there’s just something so peaceful about it to him, but he absolutely loves it

- he would love taking you to the cutest little dates or get togethers, like museums or parks with a nice view, every date of y’all’s is so cute and well thought out, and he always makes sure it’s as romantic as it can be

- for depression he really helps you on some of your struggles, he is honestly such a good support system for you and will always be there for you if you need it, like he just wants to see you happy and will do anything for that to happen

- canon: one day, it was raining and you guys were bored out of your minds, and David comes up with the perfect ideas of writing each other poems, “let’s have a competition, whoever writes the best poem for one another wins” “and whoever loses, they have to cook dinner” let’s just say you guys had to order take out because he ruined dinner 🤣

- but you guys would be so good for each other, y’all get along so well, and y’all were bestfriends before anything so it’s so much more easier to talk to one another and communicate your feelings, and to goof off and act silly if you want to, one thing is that you guys always have each others back and that’ll never change

Thank you again for your request! I hope you enjoy! :)) 💗

[breitweisergallery]

Dear Took how does one go about improving their writing style? I mean to say if one wants to push their writing to a better standard, maybe improve on dialogue and descriptions, how can that be achieved?

I find my writing very dull lately and I wanna improve on it but don't know how.

Anon, first of all, I want all messages to my inbox to start with "dear Took" now, I love that <3

Second, a lot of it is practice and comes down to it! I take an online class regularly where so much of it is just writing practice, and workshopping with other people. I constantly ask friends to read over things I've written and give me advice or note their favorite parts.

I'm always happy to talk about what I do a lot of the time, because I think my general practices differ a lot from standard writing tips and activities just on the basis that I've learned what works best for me. More specifics down below!

With dialogue, I really strive for things that sound realistic over anything else, but I have been known, if the genre/character called for it, to be frankly ridiculous and flowery (why does Hannibal talk like that??). But when it comes to a scene where the dialogue will be the driving force, I'll actually script it out ahead of time. Take, for instance, the dialogue from exposed. The initial dialogue written out in my notes looked like this:

Y: Your mother’s name. Was it Choi Hara?

G: Yes.

Y: So was mine.

G: I know. (beat)

Y: You knew

G: After Nanny told me. I figured it out. The dates matched up. (beat) Does it bother you?

Y: No. Does it bother you?

G: No. (beat) I love you.

So what you can see is the dialogue itself is written out. These are the words they're going to say to each other, and because of my background in screenwriting, I use "(beat)" to signify moments of important pause as one or both characters thinks/processes/does an action.

With a scene with more action in it but still dialogue, I'll write it out with that written in. Take, for instance, dancing with death before dawn:

G: I was hoping to speak to Kang pansa alone.

Y: It's okay. (he dismisses the guards. posture changes when they're alone) You were hoping to speak with me?

G: How is your side?

Y: Fine. Why are you here? (gaon finds reason to retreat, back away)

G: You were digging int my records. Why?

Y: Curiosity.

G: Curiosity killed the cat.

Y: Knowledge brought it back. (beat)

G: Are you going to share this information with anybody?

Y: Are you going to share your information?

(an impasse. neither can move forward. gaon approaches yohan again)

G: What information?

Y: You know who I am. What I do. We can take each other down. Or we can agree to work together.

Here, because the action moments are vital to the scene, I've written them into my initial dialogue set up to make sure I remember them when I come back at a later date.

And, lastly, in general just for improving writing, finding your revision method will help so much. I've been writing since I was 8 years old, and only in the last year did I find that my revising is rewriting the entire thing. There was no other way I found that caught my own issues with pacing, phrasing, and general flow like rewriting. So don't be afraid to experiment and test things and ask for help from friends.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

oh and. exploration for galin :)

– fortunate redhead kisser

👖Jeans, skinny jeans, or sweatpants?

PRINCE OF SKINNY JEANS!!!! you think they're a twink and then they put on the black ripped skinny jeans and ur like oh shit that ass.

🐀 What would they do if they were locked in a room with a rat?

SCREAM. "KISA!!!!! OH GODS, KISA!!!!!!"

🐈 How do they react to being cat-called?

Might fully fistfight the person in question. and WIN. if it weren't for Sulien grabbing the back of their shirt and dragging them away.

🚘 What’s inside their glove box?

Like six tubes of chapstick of varying flavours. hair ties that are not theirs. a bottle of cola they stashed in there like two weeks ago that somehow hasn't exploded. important documents. also this is decord's car. galin cannot drive.

🎶 What song do they swear they hate until they’re alone and start singing it on repeat?

world is mine, yk the vocaloid song.... yeah. they know all of the words in both Japanese AND English. there is one arabic cover of this song on YT. don't worry about it.

🔪 Open up this character's kitchen cupboards. What do you see?

A spice rack. Very important. Always stocked. Just think every spicy snack on the market, they are allll in there. Jars of hot peppers as well. Galin the kind of mf to like the hot cheetos mac and cheese ):

😨 They accidentally break a vase. No one is around. What do they do?

Blame Decord probably. (Decord takes the blame) (Sulien knows Galin broke it) (they don't talk about it)

🌭 Deep down, do they believe a hot dog is a sandwich?

"Of course! What else would it be? :D?"

💰 If they won the lottery, how would they spend the money?

They'd blow it on the stupidest shit.... A cruise around Mond?? Yeah!!! Overpriced shows in Fontaine? Hell yeah baby!!!! That rip off merchant in Sumeru? All your stock please! Galin stop.

🎤 Do they sing in the shower? What do they sing?

yes. yes they do. "livin la vida loca" but SHOUT SUNG,,,, (kisa hates them for it. his room is right beside the bathroom... his poor ears are so sensitive..)

😳 Why don’t they like how their voice sounds in recordings?

Too high ): it makes them a lil dysphoric to hear their voice in recordings even though they like it out loud.

🏠 What's the first thing they do when they get home for the evening?

eat lmao, hungry prince. they like to read/watch something while eating :D

🤓 What is one thing that they "nerd out" over?

murder mystery novels. they have a lil book club with Decord and Sulien(and later Ohm + Emil) :) <3

🕺 Do they dance when they're alone? Are they good at it?

Yes! and no! Galin is actually a really good dancer, they learned due to their upbringing. But if they're dancing for fun, it's the stupidest silliest dance in the world because that's FUN!!

🤕 What’s the dumbest way they’ve been injured?

Chopped the tip of their left pointer finger while cutting a cucumber once.

🍺 What's their favorite drinking game? If they don't drink, their favorite card or board game. What's their approach to winning?

"How many numbers can Kisa get in one night at the bar" they are drunk by the time its home time.

🤑 For a million dollars, would they punch their best friend in the nose? Either way, have the character defend their answer.

"Absolutely! Kisa come here :) i'll share with you!" "I'll punch you too we could get two million." "But then my face would hurt, let's just split the one million." "Pussy."

😴 If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

Galin the kind of mf to have FULL conversations in their sleep. also some.. odd.. noises.. their dreams are very vocal.

🖌 If they spray-painted a city wall, what would they write / draw?

Some inspirational quote that immediately gets spraypainted over left 4 dead bunker style.

[none-i5]

You know, if I delude myself, if I forget the reality of everything for a while before I have to pick up my broken pieces and glue everything back, I do think that I love her.

Sure, I've openly admitted to her that I like her, but there's a difference between that and love. And here now, here--surrounded by all the little reminders of her, before I have to forget her for awhile to focus on my head--I think it's not just a matter of liking her anymore.

Not that this thought is new, not really. I've had it on the back of my mind for a few weeks by now, sprung up by some key moments where I'm hit with a lot of fondness for her. But this is the first time I'm being open about it, of loudly saying it, of clearly admitting it, even if it's just to myself and the general void that is my blog. Even if she most likely won't be reading this anytime soon. I just need a record of this, I guess.

So again. Let me delude myself.

Hello, my dear.

I love the way that you glow when you're happy. I love the silly dances you do with your friends and the lilt in your voice when you sing with them. I love the way you sway side-to-side a little when you're cheering teams on or when you're listening to the music you like. Maybe one day I'll be able to dance and sing and laugh with you, and feel that smile on your lips with my own.

I love the depth of your mind. I love how you can take big imaginative leaps, and the way you can weave words into worlds. I love your ability to vocally articulate your thoughts, even if you think they're a bit random at times. I dream of hearing you speak while I lay my head on your chest, feeling the thrum of your heartbeat. I'd be too embarrassed to ask for this though. I might fall asleep while everything feels just right.

I love how you know your own worth, even if you struggle with your insecurities sometimes. I love your too-big heart, because I think it's where your passion comes from. I think it's where your kindness comes from too, when you offer it to people who don't deserve it. Like that person you mentioned backstabbing you that you still, somehow, graciously don't hate. Like me, perhaps. You deserve to be treated right.

You're not perfect. This thing between us isn't perfect too. But if this is the only way I can actually have you, then I wouldn't have this any other way. Maybe you're not mine, but I'm damn sure I'm yours already. Because--

I love all of these things about you, and other things I can't even put into words.

I love this.

I love you.

[pandoraceleste]

Pandora Lovegood

take no shit, do no harm. burnt matches. picking daisies. dancing like no one is watching. handmade flower crowns. scattered thoughts. writing with multicolored ink. losing track of time. never knowing when to keep quiet or when to speak up. though she be but little she is fierce.

BIOGRAPHY // PINTEREST // PLAYLIST // WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS

~ THE BASICS ~

NAME: Pandora Celeste Lovegood née Yaxley  NICKNAMES: Pan, Dora. FACECLAIM: Jeanne Goursaud GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-female, she/her, they/them, pansexual/panromantic (sidenote of being open to exploring polyamory with Pandora but willing to hold off if Xeno gets picked up and would rather not) AGE & BIRTHDATE: 29, July 31 BIRTH PLACE: Düsseldorf, Germany FLUENT IN: English, German, French CURRENTLY LIVING IN: London, England POSITIVE TRAITS: Imaginative, independent, compassionate, crafty, dreamer, energetic NEGATIVE TRAITS: Daring, impulsive, frivolous, nonconformist, crafty, uninhibited, feisty

~ APPEARANCE ~

HAIR: Pandora is a natural blonde. Her hair color and length can vary from day to day. She is prone to using spells to shorten or lengthen her strands and will occasionally dye her hair. It is not uncommon for her to spend a week or two as a brunette or redhead if she feels overdue for a change. If not up to dying her whole head, she will change the ends of her hair to pink, blue, or purple to add extra color in her life.  HEIGHT: 5′1″ BUILD: Petite COMPLEXION: Fair TATTOOS: Shoulders, back, and neck. Can be found HERE. PIERCINGS:  Multiple piercings along both ears, nose ring - left nostril SCARS: N/A ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): N/A NOTABLE ACCESSORIES: More often than not, there is some sort of flower or plant clipping in Pandora’s hair.

~ INTERESTS ~

FAVORITE FOOD: N/A - will eat whatever without complaint FAVORITE MUSIC: Muggle influenced but those records are not played outside of her and Xeno’s home. Fleetwood Mac is one of her favorites. FAVORITE COLOR: Dandelion yellow CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES: Can be found HERE. HOBBIES: Jewelry making, spell crafting. Pandora happily sells handmade jewelry. There is an extra cost if charms or curses are involved with her wares. ROLE MODEL: At this point, she is her own role model.  LIKES: Early mornings, late night chats, walks on the beach, weaving flower crowns DISLIKES: Impatient people, being made fun of

~ Headcanons in no particular order ~

Pandora easily loses her focus, leaving her prone to zoning out if a conversation or task can’t hold her attention. Her mother used to lovingly refer to those moments as her conversing with the shadows. They were moments where Pandora was physically there but mentally somewhere else. School assisted in curving the behavior by stressing when it was important to pay attention and giving her something to fidget with but she never quite grew out of the habit.

Luna is under a year at this point in time and first time parenthood is particularly stressful for Pandora. Only because her biggest fear involves her small family being used as leverage by either side.

Pandora appreciates the luxury of not having picked a side on things. There may be assumptions that she chose the side the Yaxleys did but she has not officially claimed who she supports and intends to remain neutral unless forced into properly siding with her parents.

Jewelry-making, painting, and creating spells are Pandora’s hobbies. She happily sells her own jewelry and doesn’t mind using muggle influences when creating pieces. Spell work has been a crapshoot as of recent, with Pandora making small adaptations to commonly used spells.

Pandora masks some of her tendencies, having reminders from her mother on a loop at this point about needing to be ladylike and behave in a respectable manner. She has been working to outgrow those mannerisms but it is proving to be a process.

[pandoraalcmene]

🎵 Reggie

[omgsquee2001]

Protect Each Other: Prologue

Key: 

[Y/N] = Your Name

[h/c] = hair color

[h/l] = Hair length

[e/c] = Eye Color

[s/t] = Skin Tone

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N], a 19 year old girl, looked at her father as he drove past the Boardwalk and towards a location she was unfamiliar with. [Y/N] was a beautiful young woman. Beautiful [s/t] skin. Shinning [h/l] [h/c]. Sparkling [e/c] eyes. She was the girl all the boys wanted and all the girls wished they could be. 

[Y/N] turned her head to look at her father. 

"Father, where are we going?" She asked the older man driving the car. Max didn't look at his daughter when he replied, 

"We are going to meet some, friends, of mine," the way he said friends seemed like he was spitting poison. [Y/N] could tell that he didn't use the word lightly. "They're going to take care of you. And I expect you to take care of them in return." Max said. Max had never been the most caring father, but this was a whole other level. [Y/N] looked at her father in shock. 

"W-what do you mean, Father? Who are these people? Why are they going to take care of me?" She asked. 

"No more questions now, [Y/N]. We're here." With that, he parked the car near Hudson's Bluff. No one ever came here. Except for a group of four biker boys that hung around the Boardwalk at night. [Y/N] had seen them a couple of times when she helped her father run the store he owned on the Boardwalk. Max turned off the car, undid his seat belt, and opened the car door. [Y/N] stayed in her seat, trying to process everything. Max opened the door, startling the girl. She looked up at her father. "Come now, [Y/N]. You know I don't like to be kept waiting." He said. [Y/N] sighed and undid her seat belt, climbing out and letting her sandal clad feat hit the sand. Her sky blue skirt and white shirt fluttered in the wind. Max placed his hand on her back, leading her to a large opening in the rocks surrounding the bluff. Sounds of music hit [Y/N]'s ears, echoing off of the cave walls. The sounds of laughter, whooping and hollering were also heard as the Father-daughter pair walked down a steep down hill into the heart of the cave. [Y/N] looked around in awe at the place she was entering. It was an old Victorian hotel lobby that had seemingly dropped through a crack in the earth. It was tilted and broken, but nearly intact. Graffiti and posters hung along the walls. There was what looked like a fountain in the middle of the room. Shafts of moonlight shone down from cracks in the ceiling. The music stopped and [Y/N] turned her gaze towards the middle of the room. There, stood four males. All dressed in pants and leather jackets. These were the males that [Y/N] had seen often. They were David, Paul, Marko and Dwayne. The boys didn't look happy to see the man in their hideout. 

"What are you doing here, Max. You never come here. I'm surprised you even know where this place is." David said. Max didn't look pleased to be in the hideout either. 

"Oh believe me. I'm not anymore happy about it than you all are." He said. Marko's gaze drifted over to [Y/N]. who was hiding slightly behind her Father. Though both parties of males weren't happy about the situation, there was an air of respect for both. 

"Whose that?" Marko asked. All four pairs of eyes drifted to the female. Max looked at his daughter. He placed his hands on her shoulders, bringing her to stand in front of him. 

"This, is my daughter, [Y/N]. She is my only child. I leave her in your, somewhat capable, hands. Look after her, care for her. If you protect her, she will protect you. And yes. She is changed." He said. [Y/N] knew what the word changed meant. It meant that she was like them. A child of the night. A vampire. With that, Max left. 

~A Few Weeks Later~

Don't stop me

Don't stop me

Don't stop me

Hey hey hey!

Don't stop me

Don't stop me

Ooh ooh ooh

I like it

Laughter and giggling filled the cave, echoing off of the walls. Upbeat music of Queen's Don't Stop Me Now played through the old record player that Paul had. [Y/N] was dancing her heart away, holding onto the ends of her long skirt and twisting from side to side, moving to the beat of the music. She squealed as she was picked up by the waist and spun around. Paul set her down and wrapped his arms around her, the two swaying from side to side. 

Don't stop me now

'Cause I'm having a good time

Don't stop me now

Yes, I'm having a good time

I don't wanna stop at all

The two started swaying gently. [Y/N] had turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his as the song came to an end. She moved her eyes up to meet his blue eyes. She cleared her throat and chuckled slightly, removing her arms from around his neck. She smiled slightly at him and moved to sit on the couch, sighing as she plopped down. She was breathing heavily from dancing and ran a hand through her somewhat messy hair. 

"Ah. It's been forever since I've listen to a good Queen song." She said, resting her head against the back of the couch. Dwayne chuckled as he walked over from his original place beside David and Marko. He sat beside her, tilting his head and resting it against his hand as he propped his elbow on the edge of the couch. Feeling his gaze on her, she turned her head to look at the male. She smiled slightly. 

"What?" She asked. Dwayne smiled softly. Taking his other hand, he gently ran his knuckles down her cheek, making her blush lightly.

"You're happy here, yeah?" He asked. [Y/N] smiled and gently grabbed his hand, kissing the palm affectionately and bringing it up to rest against her cheek. 

"Of course I am," she looked to the other three males. One by one, they all walked over. Marko sat on the floor, resting his head against her thigh. Paul sat to the left of her, placing his arm around her shoulders. David walked around and stood behind the couch, leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder. It had been a few weeks since the immortal boys confessed their love for the girl and she did the same. They were all still pretty new to the relationship, but still made it work. "I'm happy here, with all of you. There's no place I'd rather be." She said. 

~~~~~

//Here’s the prologue. I ended up loosing it when I stupidly decided to change my Tumblr name from AnimeNerd to OMGSquee. Anyway, here's the prologue. I really hope you all like this.//

[marshmallowgoop]

Howdy hey Goop! I had a funny observation with the episode Heiji first appears in (episode 48 I believe.) specifically with the english FUNimation dub.

While he talks about wanting to meet Kudo/always compared to him, he says "I want to see if the great Jimmy (Shinichi) Kudo is talented enough to be in my league, if he is he'll be the first!"

I wonder what he meant by that? Like, as in rivalry, or as in friends? I'd love to hear your interpretation on this, you always have such intriguing opinions and interpretations on things!

Howdy! Thank you!

My response here will actually be fairly heavy and discuss abuse, so please proceed with caution. There will also be minor spoilers for Episode 263.

To really delve into this question, I feel like I have to start by saying that the view I have of Heiji is that of an incredibly insecure person who struggles immensely with feelings of inferiority. No truly confident person would (assumedly) hop on a plane to go "prove" that they're better than a peer in their field. But that's exactly what Heiji does.

And his self-doubt is, sadly, sensical. His father Heizo is Osaka's Chief of Police, who, as Ran states in the man's first appearance (Episode 77), "[is] always on TV whenever something happens in Osaka." Heizo is presented as a huge, well-respected public figure, and that's got to be a lot for Heiji to live up to. Even when Kazuha's father attempts to be encouraging after Heiji is insulted (more on that later), his words only help pile on the pressure (Episode 263):

Ginshiro Toyama: He's the spitting image of you when you were younger, Heizou. Who knows what he'll grow into?

So, it's no wonder that Heiji is so absolutely desperate to prove himself. He's got big shoes to fill, that he's seemingly expected to fill, and, more than that, every interaction I've seen between him and his father is uncomfortably negative. Despite being a capable, experienced, and well-renowned detective of his own, Heizo constantly dismisses his son and his abilities, only ever complimenting Heiji when it's paired with a stinging barb. The first time you ever see the two on screen together (Episode 77), I'm not sure if Heizo comes off worse in the original Japanese script (top) or in FUNimation's English localization (bottom):

Heizo (Japanese script): He's still green, but he's got good intuition.

Heizo (FUNimation English dub script): But don't be deceived by his appearance. He's actually a whole lot smarter than he looks.

...well, in retrospect, maybe it's obvious that the English dub makes it so much worse.

But the point is, Heizo isn't portrayed as an especially supportive father. As far as I've watched, he never once says that he's proud of Heiji, and his insults only grow to be more degrading after this initial snapshot of their relationship. When even Kogoro applauds Heiji's work in Episode 263, Heizo can only belittle him:

Kogoro: Like father, like son! He solved that case in record time.

Heizo: No, this dull-witted son of mine just likes to play detective sometimes. He's got a long way to go to catch up to you, Mouri.

Later in the episode, Heizo even physically assaults Heiji, going so far as to draw blood, in front of a crowd of people:

Heiji: Dad...

And as if that wasn't enough, he verbally assaults Heiji, too, flinging insult after insult at him (and this is really only a small sampling):

Heizo: He's just getting in the way! The spoiled brat let all this nonsense about "high school detectives" go to his head.

I know I've kind of been dancing around the original question here, but I think this background is crucial. While it might be argued that Heizo is simply trying to keep his son humble through his brand of parenting, I feel like his behavior and treatment of Heiji has instead helped nurture something very sad: a boy who gallivants around acting the exact opposite of humble to conceal the fact that he's dangerously insecure.

After all, as I said before, no truly confident person would (assumedly) hop on a plane to go "prove" that they're better than somebody else. Why would they?

So, when Heiji says that he wants to "[confirm] whether or not the great Jimmy [Shinichi] Kudo is talented enough to be in [his] league" in FUNimation's English dub of Episode 48, or that he "[wants to] see if Kudo Shinichi's really worthy of being compared to [him]" in the original Japanese script...

Heiji: I wanna see if Kudo Shinichi's really worthy of being compared to me.

I see a boy so desperately trying to convince himself that he is good at what he does. If he can best Shinichi—the person he's compared so much to in FUNimation's dub that he's even robbed of his own name, known by some only as "The Kudo of the West"—then it means he's not the dull-witted detective his father (at least openly) thinks of him as. It means he's not a worthless embarrassment.

That's how I view it, anyway. I don't think Heiji sought to befriend Shinichi at all when he left for Tokyo, or that he was looking for someone "worthy" of being his friend, but part of what I like so much about Heiji and Shinichi's eventual friendship is that it starts when Shinichi tells Heiji to stop with the comparisons and competitions. So much of Heiji's life has been defined by comparison; even when people around him are trying to treat him kindly, he's still compared to his father, and, of course, he's also compared to Shinichi.

But in that classic moment, Shinichi doesn't compare Heiji to anyone. He explains straight out that he sees no point in it. And I think that's really, endlessly freeing to Heiji, and it's part of why he admires and loves Shinichi as much as he does.