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wormstacheangel · 1 month

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Dean and Cas in Motel6

The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.

Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t.

He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing.

Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man.

His lover.

Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.

But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?

“Stay.” Dean had begged last night.

Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.

“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”

Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son.

He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.

“Come get me.”

It was all a strange whirlwind after that.

He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed.

And now it’s the morning and here they both are.

He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever.

He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake.

But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves.

Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation.

He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left.

“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."

Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.

“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said.

They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.

Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.

“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”

His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”

He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss.

“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”

“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”

“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”

Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back.

Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?

The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world.

In this moment, he was truly in heaven.

#destiel #dean #castiel #fanfic #fic #wormstachewrites #they're hopeless and awkward and desperate for love #touch starved i guess #shhh i just want them to be honest and make out

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iero · 9 months

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To go along with that last reblog: I've seen the shit that my mom has done over the years in her relationships and then wonder why I fucking have trust issues, why I fucking hate cheaters more then anything... I've been cheated on twice in two separate relationships and that shit BREAKS you. If you cheat in a relationship, I literally have no respect for you. I'm sorry, but none.

#personal #No excuse for it in my opinion.#And now she's stuck in a relationship that she's miserable in and I want to have sympathy for her but most times? I don't.#Her boyfriend is also a cheater so like... They're perfect for each other right?#Like my mom has ADMITTED to her cheating to me and her kids and then turns around and wonders why her kids are fucked up...#Like if this is what 'love' is to you thanks but no thanks!!!#But sure. I stay being a hopeless romantic who is awkward but desperate for love. 😔✌🏻

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ifmywishescametrue · 2 years

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a prompt if you're up for it - college AU where Tony overhears that Steve is pining over someone (it's Tony) and decides to help him with that even though he's in love with Steve :)

thanks for sending a prompt!

why do these two keep getting together in the middle of sidewalks when i write them? no idea! i swear it was an accident this time

you'll be mine and i'll be yours - stevetony, 3.2k words

Five words ruin Tony's life.

“He doesn't love me back,” Steve says, and Tony feels his world crumble to pieces at his feet.

Steve loves someone. Someone that isn’t Tony, because Steve's statement can't be true otherwise. They're not together – not even close – but Steve’s someone is unattainable based on the resignation in his voice, while Tony spends most of his waking moments staring at him with moon eyes that practically scream I'm desperately in love with you.

Steve loves someone else, and Tony's shoes feel frozen to the floor in the doorway of the coffee shop.

Natasha rolls her eyes at Steve, setting down her paper cup on the small table between them. It's just big enough for the two of them, though she occupies the seat that Tony should be sliding into right about now.

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you that you're wrong,” Nat says. “I know you're scared, but he loves you. I think he's been in love with you since freshman year.”

“He had a girlfriend freshman year.”

“And you were horribly jealous, I know,” she teases.

Tony can't see Steve's face, but he can see the blush spread down the back of his neck.

“I wasn't,” Steve starts, but Natasha's look cuts him off. “Okay, fine, maybe a little, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't feel the same way. I'm not – I'm not what he'd want.”

The self-doubt in Steve’s voice makes Tony's heart ache for a different reason.

Steve’s never held the level of confidence Tony thinks he should. He’s gorgeous and tall and the kind of muscular that makes him look like he walked right out of one of Tony’s daydreams. Even better, he’s kind, smart, and compassionate. Stubborn, sure, but he balances it out with fierce loyalty and unwavering commitment. He’s funny when it’s least expected, always catching Tony off guard with a dry sense of humor. Tony fell in love with him in all of two minutes, but here Steve is, thinking he’s not enough for someone. It’s enough to propel Tony forward, if only to dispel the foolish notion.

Natasha sees him first, and her eyes widen for a split second before a smirk spreads across her face. She must know what Tony’s thinking. She always does, even when he can't quite make sense of the mess in his head himself. Like right now, when he's caught between heartbreak and that hopeless need he's had for years to make Steve happy at any cost.

Steve turns in his seat to follow Nat's gaze, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. He cards a hand through his hair before waving at him with a small, awkward movement that's endearing as all hell.

Natasha stands before Tony even reaches the table, collecting her cup and brushing a kiss on the peak of his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m out of here. I wouldn’t dare interrupt one of your Wednesday coffee dates.”

“It’s not a date,” Steve grumbles, and Tony plasters on a smile to disguise how much it stings. He slips into the seat across from Steve and doesn’t waste any time once Natasha’s out of earshot.

“So, who are you in love with and how can I help?”

Steve chokes mid-breath, a strangled sound that turns into a series of coughs. “What are you – love, no, I’m – help with what?”

Tony laughs, much more genuine now. He loves making Steve incoherent.

“I heard you and Nat when I walked in. You’re in love with someone, don’t think he loves you back, you’re not what he wants. All of that,” Tony summarizes with a dismissive wave of his hand, as though if he talks casually enough, he can pretend it doesn't hurt to say. “Don’t believe the last two parts, because you’re you, but I’m on board.”

“On board,” Steve repeats, clearly still lost.

“With helping you get your man. Win him over. Make him fall in love with you. Or, you know, at least give you a chance. I’m not cupid, but I am pretty damn persuasive.”

Tony reaches across the table, stealing the rest of Steve’s coffee from him. It’s a little too sweet for his tastes, but he takes the last few sips while Steve processes. Or whatever it is he’s doing while staring at Tony with a strangely blank look on his face.

“How?” Steve asks, and Tony shrugs.

“Well, you’d have to tell me who it is first.”

Steve’s face turns from sunset pink to apple red. “Oh, uh, that’s not – I don’t think I can. I haven’t told anyone that before.”

“Nat knows,” Tony points out. Another blow that he wasn't the first to know.

“She figured it out. I never told her, but she said it was obvious.”

Tony frowns, thinking out loud as he says, “But I’ve never seen anything. How can it be obvious if I’ve never noticed? I’m with you all the time.”

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, glancing around the room. It’s decently crowded in the coffee shop, filled with other students chatting or typing away on laptops. Perhaps it’s not a confession Steve wants to make in public, Tony realizes.

He stands and holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go back to your place. I bet I can guess who it is by the time we get there.”

Steve huffs a laugh, but he takes Tony’s hand. Slinging his backpack over one shoulder, he mumbles, “I bet you can’t.”

Tony pretends not to hear it as he leads them outside, unwilling to be discouraged. He starts them on a familiar path through campus, down winding sidewalks and through busy intersections to Steve’s small apartment. Autumn sunlight is bright in Tony’s eyes, and he has to squint when he looks up at Steve.

“It’s someone we’re friends with, right? It has to be.”

“Why would it have to be?”

“For it to be obvious, it has to be someone Nat sees you around. You don’t have any classes with her, so it can’t be someone you only see then, and you don’t like any of your co-workers, so it can’t be them. That leaves our friends as the only people you’re around enough to fall in love with,” Tony reasons. “So, is it Bucky?”

Steve recoils with a grimace, “Why is that your first guess?”

Tony grins, nudging Steve in the ribs with his elbow. “That isn’t a no.”

“It’s not a yes.”

“Sam, then? Or Clint? Thor? Oh, what about Bruce?”

Steve gives him a sidelong look. “Are you just going to name all of our friends? I think that’s cheating.”

“Is it Scott?” Tony asks, and Steve rolls his eyes. He doesn’t answer, though, so Tony tries another course of action. “Fine, okay, you won’t tell me. I’ll begrudgingly respect your right to secrecy on this, but I’m still helping with the rest. Have you done anything so far to indicate to this person you might like them as more than a friend?”

“Like what?”

Tony smiles and teases, “Have you heard of flirting, Steve?”

“Shut up,” Steve laughs. It's bright and loud, warming Tony against the chill of late October. “Of course I have. But you can’t go around flirting with friends. Not that I’m not any good at it, anyway.”

“I could help with that,” Tony offers, and that blush comes back in full force on Steve’s cheeks.

“You’ll teach me how to flirt?” Steve asks in disbelief.

Tony shrugs. It might be fun, he thinks, to try out some of his best lines on Steve under the guise of ‘education.’ He can almost hear how Steve would laugh at the cheesier ones and picture his amused smile at the ones that don’t quite make sense. But then he thinks about watching Steve flirt with one of their friends and changes his mind.

“Maybe not,” he says. “I don’t think a subtle approach is quite the way to go. You should be direct and just tell them how you feel.”

He doesn't quite think it through before he tacks on, “You should practice on me.”

Steve blanches. “What – how – why?”

The corner of Tony’s mouth lifts, but he holds back from outright smiling at the near terror on Steve’s face. “I think it’s best to go all in from the start. Lay all your cards on the table and see what happens.”

“No, um, why do I need to practice?”

“So all the stammering you’re doing right now just thinking about it doesn’t happen during the real thing.”

Steve nods slowly, but doesn’t look fully convinced. Tony puts on his most reassuring smile and drops Steve’s hand to squeeze his shoulder. “Come on, it’ll be fine. You’ll work out all the kinks on me, and then you’ll be appropriately eloquent later. It’ll sound like poetry by the time we’re done. Your person won’t stand a chance.”

“Right,” Steve swallows, wringing his hands together. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and his chest expands with a deep breath. “Makes sense.”

“Of course it does,” Tony grins, though it’s a little forced. His stomach is twisting preemptively, waiting on words that’ll never be for him. He ignores it as best he can, turning to face Steve as they pause at a stoplight. “So, let’s pretend I’m your person, and we’re alone somewhere. You’ve just said you’ve got something you have to tell me. Go from there.”

Steve bites his lip, worrying it between his teeth. “I don’t know where to start. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe we should work out some key points. Organize them into something good after,” Tony suggests. He tilts his head, thinking on it, then straightens back up. “When was the first time you realized that you might like him as more than a friend? When did it turn into love?”

Steve’s gaze drifts somewhere over Tony’s shoulder. There’s a thoughtful look on his face that turns into a soft smile directed at nothing in particular as he gets lost in the memory.

“Do you remember Nat’s birthday two years ago? All of us drove out to the beach, even though it was cold as hell.”

Tony remembers that day well, every carefree moment of it. The drive out with Steve and him in the backseat, thumb wrestling and games of rock, paper, scissors to pick the next song on the radio they’d commandeered control of together. He remembers ice cold ocean water up to his knees, the warmth of Steve’s hand in his own as he dragged him in with him, and Steve’s teasing promise to follow him anywhere, even there. He can still hear Steve’s laugh, riding above crashing waves and crackling bonfires to take its permanent place in Tony’s heart.

“I remember it,” Tony says, clearing his throat when the words catch there. “What happened to change things that day?”

“It was nothing out of the ordinary, really. I just remember thinking that I wished it was just us out there on the beach. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought something like that, but it was the first time I thought about why. I wished no one else was around, so I’d get all his time to myself. So every time he smiled, I’d know it was just for me. That’s when I knew I wanted more, but I don’t think there was ever a moment it turned to love.”

“You don’t love them?” Tony asks, and Steve shakes his head.

“No, I do,” he says. “I’m so in love with him that I can’t breathe sometimes when he looks at me. But I think I fell in love slowly. It was a gradual thing. All these small moments that just added together, and I can’t pinpoint any one of them that pushed it over the edge. It’s the whole collection of them.”

The ache in Tony’s chest deepens with each word, but he forces himself to ask, “What were some of them?”

“Halloween last year. We went to a party, and I found out that I love the way he takes a tequila shot. I know that’s stupid, but it’s true. I think it’s the face he makes. The way he always laughs around the lime wedge when he sucks on it,” Steve says. He tosses a lovesick grin Tony’s way, and Tony does his best not to look heartbroken in return. The light’s long since turned colors by now, waves of other pedestrians coming and going, but neither of them move. “And then there was last Christmas, when we all helped put up that tree in Sam and Bucky’s apartment. I loved the way he looked under all those lights. The happiness on his face. He deserves to be happy like that more often.”

Quietly, almost to himself, Tony says, “And you want to be the one to make him that way.”

Steve laughs a little, “I think everyone does. Anyone who sees him smile wants to make it happen again. He’s so beautiful in this accidental kind of way that it drives me insane sometimes. He looks good in everything, but even better when he’s not trying to look like anything special. When it’s just a quiet night in and he steals one of my sweatshirts ‘cause he’s always cold. I like the way he pulls the sleeves down over his hands, and how he looks when he’s tired but doesn’t want to go to sleep just yet. I like it when he falls asleep on my shoulder in the middle of a movie, and I hate it when it’s anyone else that gets him instead.”

Steve pauses, returning his gaze to Tony’s face. “Do you think he’d want to know that?”

Tony bites the inside of his cheek and nods. His eyes are starting to burn, but he blinks it away. It's just the wind, he tells himself. “Yeah, I think he would. I think, um, you should tell him all the reasons you love him. Well, the most important ones, anyway.”

Steve's lip comes between his teeth again, and the off-center indentation in it pales from the pressure. “You don’t think it’d overwhelm him? I don’t want to scare him away if he isn’t on the same page. I don’t think we could ever be friends again if I told him everything and his answer was no in the end.”

“That’s true, I guess.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, and the wind ruffles it back up the moment he drops it again. “I think I’ll start just by telling him that I have feelings for him, and I’ll tell him more when he doesn’t believe me.”

Tony’s brow furrows. “Why wouldn’t he believe you?”

Steve smiles, a wistful thing. “He’s like that sometimes. I’d have to convince him that I mean it and that I’m not going to change my mind. I’ll still want him tomorrow, and next month, and every other after that. He fits me better than anyone else ever could.”

Tony digs his fingernails into his palm, and he finds a spot on the sidewalk to stare at, where discarded pieces of gum have overlapped like abstract art. It’s too much to look at Steve’s face and see every emotion laid out there. All the love for someone else. He wonders how much more his heart can break, how many pieces there will be to patch together when it’s all over.

He shouldn’t ask, but part of him needs to know, “What will you tell him to make him believe you?”

Steve lets out a soft breath, and even that sounds longing. “I’ll tell him that I fell in love with the way he laughs at his own jokes and that I love how his voice sounds over the phone. I love how much he pays attention to other people. He always remembers people’s favorite songs and their coffee orders and the things that make them happy. He likes making other people feel noticed, and I just want him to know that someone’s been noticing him right back all this time. I know what movies he watches when he’s sad, and I know that if I squeeze his hand once, he’ll squeeze mine twice. I know that he hates tomatoes, but he keeps eating them ‘cause someone once made fun of him for picking them off something. I always wonder if he notices that I steal them off whatever he’s eating when he’s not looking. I don’t even like them that much, but I love him. I love his smile and the dimple on his left cheek and that Manhattan accent he claims he doesn’t have.”

Somewhere in there, Tony loses the ability to breathe. His heart races, and he’s pretty sure it skips more than one beat when Steve’s eyes meet his. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. That’s fine, because he isn’t sure what he would say.

“I should have told you a long time ago that I love that you send twenty texts in a row in the middle of the night,” Steve continues, and Tony has trouble believing that the fond smile on his face could possibly be for him, despite all the proof to say it is. “I love waking up to all of them, and I like to think I’m the only one you’re sending them to. That I’m the only one who gets to know all your midnight thoughts. Am I?”

Tony still can’t speak, so he nods instead. Steve’s the only one he ever thinks about in the dark. It’s never even occurred to him to text anyone else.

Steve’s smile grows, and he comes a half-step closer. He reaches out to hold Tony’s hand, tentative as he grasps it in between his own, and both of them watch as Steve’s thumb strokes across his skin.

“I love you, and I think there’s a good chance you feel the same way. I think it might have hurt you to think I was in love with someone else, and I know you’re the kind of selfless to want me to be happy anyway, enough that you’d help me win over whoever it was you thought I wanted. It was always you, though, ever since that day on the beach. Before then, probably, but I’d never wanted to kiss you as badly as I did when you were pointing out constellations and naming stars. Sometimes I wonder about what would have happened if I had.”

“I would have kissed you back,” Tony whispers, and Steve looks down at him with dazzling eyes.

“And if I kiss you now?”

Tony smiles, raising his hand to Steve’s cheek. Steve turns into the touch, eyelids fluttering but never closing.

“Same result, but better, I think.”

“Better?” Steve asks, and Tony nods as he leans in closer. He can hear every hitch and quiver in Steve’s breathing and feel the warmth of it on his face.

“Better,” Tony says, “because I’ll tell you that I love you too when it’s over.”

Steve grins, and the distance between them dissolves. He kisses Tony softly, holding him with gentle hands, and Tony doesn’t wait until it’s over to say the words. He whispers them against Steve’s lips, and Steve whispers them right back.

#stevetony #my writing #prompt fill #my fic #steve rogers/tony stark #stevetony fic

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anxiousbxtchtm · 1 year

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Katherine Martin as Chandler Bing Quotes

Scott: *upset about Allison and Kira*

Katherine: Oh no, two women love me! ... They're both gorgeous and sexy. My wallet's too small for my fifties. And my diamond shoes are too tight!

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Katherine: We- We forget it happened!

Stiles: What?!

Katherine: Okay, we swallow are feelings. Even if it means we're unhappy forever. Sound good?

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Katherine: *Introducing herself to Mason* I'm Katherine, I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable.

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Isaac: I went to that tanning place you sister suggested.

Katherine: Was that place ... the sun?!

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Derek: Why is your family so weird?!

Katherine: Why is your family Peter?!

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Lydia: No, No. Homo Habelus was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.

Katherine: Well maybe he was nervous.

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Lydia: Well?!

Katherine: Dear God, this- this parachute is a nap sack!

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Katherine: I'm not great at the advice ... can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

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Katherine: *At Stiles* I've scared ya! I've said too much! I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!

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Katherine: *At Scott* You have to stop the q-tip when there's resistance!

#teen wolf incorrect quotes #teen wolf fanfiction #dress | teen wolf [s.s.]#Katherine martin #lydia martin #isaac lahey #scott mccall #kira yukimura #allison argent #Derek hale #Peter hale #chandler bing #friends quotes

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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If you could write the character arcs of all the characters in the Keeper gang (sans Wylie bc I feel bad that he's included given they're all 15 and he's in his 20s so I think he should be an older brother type w his own gang of friends) how would you write them? Including Maruca here tho. I'm talking like, from book one. I'm not sure if this counts as a closed ask or not so sorry if it is.

okay technically this is a closed ask but this is such a good one i will make a teeny tiny exception for you

Sophie: Socially awkward girl who doesn't know how to be a normal and desperately wants to be -> actually maybe she's normal and okay and is going to be alright -> trauma child -> overpowered and losing her mind -> exhausted and tired and has lost her mind -> broken and exhausted and a beaten down wreck of who she used to be -> wins the battle -> learns how to feel alive again -> is still learning how to keep on living at the end of the story

Keefe: broken boy with a broken family doesn't know how to love -> gets caught in a web of lies he's been told his entire life -> has to fight to free himself from the grips of what the world has demanded he become -> is shown how to love for real and for good -> can't handle the idea of real love -> learns how to handle the idea of real love -> loves endlessly, hopelessly, madly, and purposefully

Fitz: golden child who is protecting his sister -> anger to block out the sick and horrified feeling in his gut -> only coping mechanism is failing him -> burnt out gifted kid syndrome -> desperate for approval -> reaches breaking point and does something drastic(not against murder for this tbh) ->eventually frees himself from the pressure -> finds true peace

Biana: invisible child who is constantly overlooked and has to fight for attention endlessly -> discovers that she doesn't need the approval of others -> desperately wants the approval anyways -> gives up on getting the approval -> learns that she is good enough as she is

Tam: golden child -> protective brother who would do anything to save his sister -> protective brother who literally does everything it takes to save his sister -> it costs everything in him -> legitimately doesn't know how to exist as his own person -> starts to make choices for himself once his sister is safe -> learns how to become his own person for the first time in his life

Linh: scapegoat -> murderer -> hopeless, worthless, can't do anything right, dragged her brother right down with her, she's evil and she's horrible and she will never be anything good -> does everything in her power to become good -> fights to wipe out the red in her ledger -> is endlessly kind -> learns that she was always good, deep down, and that she doesn't have to be afraid or ashamed of who she is

Marella: anti-social in just the right ways that make it hard for her to have friends -> social outcast -> literal pariah -> starts making friends -> can't escape her outcast nature -> learns that she isn't alone -> learns that she never should have been turned into such a pariah -> devotes all energy to destroying what made her an outcast so that no one will ever have to live through it again

Dex: not a perfect soldier but a good man -> forgotten and cast aside -> is desperate to prove himself -> makes some big mistakes -> does everything he can to fix the mistakes -> continues to be forgotten and cast aside -> fights to stick up for himself -> learns how to stick up for himself -> refuses to let himself get pushed around -> not a perfect soldier but a GOOD. MAN.

Stina: popular bully with confidence issues -> popular bully with confidence and anger issues -> bully with confidence and anger issues, and trauma -> angry girl with confidence issues and trauma -> broken girl with anger and confidence issues -> learns how to get over herself -> learns how to let go -> learns how to love herself

Maruca: bad at friendship -> isolates herself -> discovers that she's useful -> makes being useful her whole identity -> wears herself out by being too available and too useful and too helpful -> has to quit because it's just too hard -> self worth issues -> broken self-esteem -> breaks down about it eventually and just gets hugged by her friends who tell her she doesn't have to be something to be loved -> learns how to let go of her need to constantly be useful

Glimmer: broken, broken, broken girl -> taken advantage of and manipulated by evil people -> makes a friend who has her best interests at heart actually -> escapes evil people with friend -> learns how to exist as a member of a family -> is loved for who she is and what she is becoming

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king-tower · 1 year

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Heikki Laakkonen 🌹 Raffian Jing

for @slothseasims Love Is Blind!

fans of galaxsims' Love Island will be excited to see this duo join the fray; Gabi's presence on the air encouraged both of them to sign up for the new show...for different reasons.

Heikki Laakkonen 🖤 they/them

Soulmate - romantic - gloomy - jealous demisexual

Heikki recently had the misfortune of dating--and getting cheated on by--the infamous Gabi Jing. despite the rough persona they try to project, they have a soft and fragile heart (if this were a better game, say, The Sims 3, they'd have the Hopeless Romantic trait), and seeing Gabi flirting on Love Island was the last straw. desperate for true love now, they're throwing themself at the mercy of the universe, hoping to find The One on this gimmicky show. which is a little awkward because...

Raffian Jing 💄 he/him

Friend of the World - materialistic - paranoid - party animal gay

Raffian is Gabi's older brother, and boy is that a job and a half. he's always had to fight for attention, even more so now that his brother is basically a celebrity. for years he's been clubbing and hooking up with dozens of casual encounters, but now it's starting to wear on him--he wants to settle down and finally have a real relationship for once; someone who won't make him feel like he has to beg for their attention. unfortunately, his trust issues and reflexive need to keep people at a distance make that kind of difficult. there's a lot of hurt under that bubblegum twink appearance.

#clovers sims #slothseasims love is blind #i hope you don't mind that they come with interuniverse lore LMAO #so exciteddd i love sending off my sims to cause drama and mischief

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skellys-selfships · 1 year

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Crazy Eight tidbits

not naming names but ik someone has had their interest piqued by the 8 ball babe so i feel inspired to infodump about them now🎱🖤🤍❤

• Eight earned the title Crazy Eight for their unhinged nature onstage and their maniacal laugh

• they're agender/ nonbinary, completely ambiguous and dabbles in both masc and fem fashion, they'll express them through anything that has glitter on it

• they're German, have a slight accent and can speak their native language fluently

• they're extremely clumsy, their head rolling off at any sudden movement or teeter, this is a quirk that they've worked into their performances which has ultimately made them all the more unique

• they have 3 records, have been in 2 picture shows and multiple stageplays from a very young age

• they're not close with their family whatsoever, and have completely lost contact with them when they were sent off to military training and never received any letters in response to those they sent to their immediate family

• they weren't unequipped or had poor results in training but their drill sergeant, being the closest thing to a father they ever had, saw them for who they could be which resulted in them striking out for a career in show business

• they have three cats, Desmondus (Dezzy), Mistoffelees (Misty), and Daemon (DeeDee)

• they also have a sentient car, a Model T named Tin-Tin, he's in his almost infantile stage still and is over-eager to be the best chauffeur for his favorite 8 ball

• Eight has a horrific diet of glitter glue, huckleberry pie and entire antfarms, they also have a concerning love for eating handfuls of sugar, sugarcubes and sticks of butter

• they often feel insecure about their large front teeth and desperately try to smile with their mouth closed

• they unknowingly have the inherited ability to create crystal balls that were known as "summoning orbs", it was a family trade that died off eons ago but they still possess a bit of that spark

• Eight doesn't get angry often but in times when they do lose their temper, they begin to lose their vision, hence why they try not to get angry so much

• Eight is only four feet and 9 inches tall (when they aren't wearing heels)

• their awkward way of talking isn't just for show, they're extremely blunt and excitable, a hopeless romantic and completely socially awkward, it's part of what has made them very endearing however

• the 8 on their face acts as a pair eyes, unconventional eyes

#me writing #hc's #tidbits #self insert #cuphead oc #cuphead #original character #if you guys have any questions about them pls do ask #lmk if you wanna know how they interact with the canon cast

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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Hey Kait, I know you must be probably so weary and emotionally drained of hearing our vent requests...and I'm so sorry about that, especially because I'm well...about to do just that. I don't mind if you don't answer this, it's a total info dump. But on the other hand I would be so grateful if you could. I'm sorry for this, it's so selfish, but sometimes I just feel like I've got no one to talk to who might be willing to listen.

But you always listen to us, and I'm so thankful for that.

And you always remind us that the mysmes boys are always here for us too.

Haha;;

...so well,

Here I go.

I live in a family situation I don't really understand.

My parents don't love eachother.

There aren't any real negative issues between them. They just seem so...blank, and unwilling.

I've always thought it must be because they're getting a bit older, 50s, 60s - but there are plenty of older couples who still love eachother deeply.

And the way they should.

But my parents have never looked to be in love. Not at all.

I've never seen them say I love you. I've never seen them hug. I rarely even see them smile to eachother. They're just two people living in the same house, lacking any sort of connection. Not even friends. If they weren't living together, I sometimes doubt they'd even get along in the first place.

It feels like an empty house, and it's always been this way. A weird void between them.

They argue all the time - never like explosive or really angry, just like...disagreements. Only they're constant, and I always flinch when i hear them swear

I've always been weird about swearing, I don't know, I just...hate it.

My dad had a difficult childhood, so that might mean he might feel...uncomfortable? But then why would he even marry in the first place?

I don't know

It's all just so confusing.

Love is a weird taboo in our house. Nobody even says the word. There's nothing between my parents. They never do anything which might even suggest they ever loved eachother. And it's all just so awkward that even I find it difficult to tell my parents I care about them. Even when I was little.

When I was a little kid I don't think I ever noticed anything. I think I must've thought things were normal. Nobody talked about affection, love, so I just must've rolled with it.

It was only as I got older and started watching TV shows where couples were all lovey-dovey that I was like huh?? What!!

I can't really remember, but I'm pretty sure my mind must've been blown lol...

But at the same time, I don't think my little mind could understand it, in some weird way. But I still don't think I ever asked my parents why they weren't like the couples on TV.

Maybe the taboo's just always been ingrained in me; lol?

But anyway. I guess as people get older and into teen years things start getting real, don't they? In terms of like dating and crushes and all.

I don't think I'd ever be able to talk to my parents about things like that. They don't do love. They don't even do affection.

I don't think I even know what it is and it hurts.

What are crushes? What does it feel like to feel a connection to somebody that you can actually feel it inside?

For a while I've been so scared that I might be on the aro-ace spectrum, because I don't want to be. I'm scared, I'm terrified, because all I've ever wanted is to feel love. Real love.

Am I being punished? Is the universe laughing at me??

Am I selfish for wanting something I don't understand and maybe never will?

I don't know if I'm in pain or if I'm just numb, or if I'm just clueless.

Totally clueless. Helpless and absolutely hopeless.

Romantic love is what I've always desperately wanted (um, s*x is a whole different thing, it's...a weird phobia...?? of mine. So...nope...)

I even struggle to make friends. I struggle to bond with people without feeling afraid that they might not care about me, but it's always me who runs away and feels overwhelmed

You know, that might be because my parents don't even look like they're friends either.

Are my struggles actually all connected to my parents??

I thought so until my counsellor said no for some reason, and like...smiled weirdly like it wasn't even a problem.

...

Sometimes I feel like I actually don't know how to feel. Like...anything.

This is so depressing, but the only things I can clearly identify are confusion, anxiety, and fear.

I just want to feel like I can be part of something without having to try so hard. Without people judging me for looking so cold when all I feel is so much shaky anxiety for simply not knowing how to talk to people.

That's...where MysMes comes in.

In comes this group who immediately accepts me, and don't ask any questions - a group who are just so...kind.

And I was so confused. Again.

Yoosung is bright and shamelessly kind and brimming with hope. He's helpful and thoughtful, so smiley, and he's even a stressed college student just like me, haha ..

Zen is uplifting, encouraging and protective.

Saeyoung is bouncy, full of laughs and jokes and unconditionally accepting of everything weird because he's...weird too. He's silly, he's affectionate, and he always makes me feel happier and just...like I'm included in something.

Jaehee's like...an older sister figure to me. She always checks up on us and makes sure we're doing okay. I really like that. I'm not good at taking care of myself, or even being independent.

Jumin and V are kind of the same to me. The only routes I've played so far are Yoosung, Saeyoung and Zen (and Saeran but I'll get to him soon in this...essay lol) Oh no wait, I actually have played V's route, but I never looked at it romantically.

It's more that Jumin and V to me are 'father' figures, as...weird as that must sound.

Jumin is serious and straightforward, he's logical and rational. He always seems to calm me down when I'm feeling a bit like, aaahhh;;;

His comfort and advice is direct and considerate, and I've actually screenshotted a lot of his messages haha; (V's too)

V is the same, only he's comforting in a whole different way. He's poetic, gentle and soft-spoken, yet clear. He's kind, he's wholeheartedly caring.

And that's something I don't think I've ever received from others. I feel like I don't deserve it. Especially if V knew what I was really like and what I really felt inside. But that one chat late at night when he asks what you're doing still awake and you can pick the option where you say you're lonely - which I did - and he comforts you by his unique way of being so eloquent, and saying to imagine your troubles fly away in an imaginary world. I really felt that. I think it made me cry.

...

But - um, Saeran!!

He was what I wanted to get to.

Kait, I know you care about Saeran a lot to, so maybe you'll like this section?? I dont know haha.

So...whenever I first started Another Story and we're introduced to Ray and get to know him, I think the first thing I thought was wow. I felt like he was a mirror image to myself. I just felt immediately and weirdly connected to Ray.

Even though our situations are nothing, nothing alike...I've always felt so close to Ray. To Saeran.

I've read other anon posts who really feel drawn to him too, so that's a bit of comfort I guess.

I really feel him.

I guess it must be because we have exactly the same mindset. In believing we're...really not very valuable to anyone. A lot of the time I feel really worthless, I feel really isolated from the world, I don't understand love and I'm scared I never will.

I wonder if anyone actually cares about me, and this is so stupid, but if somebody ever said oh hey, let's hang out...my mind would be blown. Because I would genuinely, genuinely think, what???!?! Really??!?!?! Somebody actually thought of me? Somebody wants me to be somewhere?!!

And I'd be so, unbearably clingy.

It's so dumb, but sometimes I wonder if Ray understands how I feel.

Suit Saeran shattered me when he burst out. Even though I wanted to help him, his words hammered me to the ground. I'd be too weak to fight back against a force like his.

I don't think I'd be able to heal him. I don't think I'd be able to help Saeran reach his good ending.

Just like I don't think I'll be able to get myself out of this hole.

Sometimes I feel like because I feel so weak and overwhelmed with my own problems, I would never be able to help somebody else with theirs. I'm so selfish and stupid.

Saeran would just be floating in his abyss of darkness and I'd never be able to help him.

GE Saeran is a literal angel to me.

Omg I feel like I'm about to cry -

He's beautiful. He's kind, he's sensitive and loving. He just loves. And loves. And loves.

His AE calls always make me sob.

That one where he says he doesn't matter where you are, what you do or what others say, he still loves you.

And he even loves the ugly parts. But how can he love my ugly parts when I feel so broken?

How can I accept his love when I struggle to understand what love is but desperately, desperately want to?

What if I never understand it?

Saeran would just leave, like nope. This girl just doesn't care.

Aagh

I'm literally about to cry now.

Saeran is the first character, let alone person, I've ever felt attached to. That I've ever wanted to feel connected to.

I feel something, so that's amazing. But what it is, I don't know.

I want to love him. I want to feel it and I want to understand what he's giving me.

It would be wrong to blame my parents, wouldn't it? I shouldn't.

...

If I could, I'd cling to Saeran for dear life, because he's the first thing which has given me hope in a very long time.

But then it all comes full circle with the heartbreak of knowing that he just isn't real.

I can never reach him.

I think the one thing that you need to remember is that the characters that inspire you and make you feel like a person are a part of you. You take all of it; Their lessons, stories, and experiences, live deep in your very heart as you grow up and learn all about yourself as a person. You never stop learning about things. You're supposed to learn something every single day that you didn't know the day before, and that ability shapes us. The willingness to be open to conversations and change is what makes us human in the first place. Stories help us. We identify with a lot of media, see ourselves and the people around us in their journeys, and take what we like and don't like into consideration as we learn.

We learn from them just as we learn from each other, and I think that's the beautiful thing about the media we consume. You can learn a lot about yourself through a character that means everything to you. When you see somebody who you can relate to go through something similar to your struggles, it can give you a boost in confidence. It can help you believe it's possible for you to get through whatever is holding you back. Fear, uncertainty, insecurity, or whatever it is inside you. When it comes down to it, I don't think you should be afraid of your thoughts or feelings. It's okay if you don't really understand yourself yet. You don't have to know everything all the time. In fact, it's okay to make mistakes 'cause you don't know something. It's even okay to figure something out today and then feel like you've found some better answers for yourself later in the future. Be open and willing to work on yourself.

Don't be afraid of any answers you find. You don't need to be afraid of anything you figure out about yourself. I don't think you're broken and I don't think there's anything wrong with you. I think you've gone through some tough things in your life. Trauma can make it hard to face your fears and to think about yourself in any capacity. When it feels like all you've ever had to do is survive, it's hard to just live. When all you know is suffocating hardship, the first taste of knowing what it's like to be something else can be overwhelming and confusing. I've been through that. It's hard to go from hurt to liberation. Nobody ever talks about the messy stuff that's in the middle.

The only person in this world that can reach you and give you the comfort that you need is yourself. There's no magic words that I can say that can take away any of the things that you've been through. If anything, just knowing that you've been able to let out some of these messy feelings in some capacity is a good thing. It's better to let these feelings out even if they don't make sense to you. It's better than letting them fester inside of you and confusion. I'm sure of one thing, though, Saeran loves you. He is warmed by you. He would admire you and think the best of you. Even if you can't think well of yourself, he can think well of you until you're able to believe it. After all, isn't that what you did for him?

You believed in him. Even if you were afraid or you had a hard time getting through all of that trouble in Mint Eye, you were right there for him all that time. You were there with him. Just like he's always going to be there with you even if you can't physically feel him there. Isn't that what he said then? Isn't that his words that he repeated so many times?

It doesn't matter how far apart you are or what comes between you, his love for you will blossom and bloom just like the start of every new season.

Now, dear, self reflection will do you some good. I think the best advice I can offer is to look inward and see how Aromanticism feels to you. It may not be the right definition for you today, but I would feel wrong if I didn't at least offer that to you. Nobody in this world can put a label on the way that you feel or the way that you experience emotions. Only you can define who you are as a person. I just want you to know that you're not being punished. There's nothing wrong with you. If anything, you've gone through a lot of awful things that nobody deserves to go through. Don't think less of yourself because of the trauma you've gone through.

The RFA will always be your family. They'll always be there for you. Always hold that fact close to your chest. It will never change.

#long post #longpost #tw self hatred #tw insecurity #tw vent

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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i dare you to write soft boyfriend headcannons for bakugou for once in your life, no yandere, just fluffy sweet cuteness :) i think it'd be interesting for you

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ! boyfriend headcannons

challenge accepted...

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: some nsfw, smidgen of jealously, protectiveness, drinking

EARLY STAGES OF THE RELATIONSHIP

He keeps his thoughts to himself.

He won't tell you that he enjoys your company or the small things you do that make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He'll just quietly, with much frustrated internal screeching, fall in deeper love with you again and again from the sidelines.

He panics on a daily basis upon the understanding that he's actually in love with a person.

He pulls on his hair and groans into his pillow, trying to convince himself that he doesn't need to know what you're up to every single second of every single day.

He just keeps it all bottled up.

The thought of you knowing just how much he thinks about you and wants to be with you is absolutely mortifying to him.

His initial replies to cutesy things like "I love you" and "goodnight" are "fuck off" and "get lost".

But meanwhile his stomach will spin up a storm and make his palms weep.

However!

He has such an expressive face and gives off a very clear type of body language.

He'll blush a lot too, and stutter, and get goosebumps.

Especially if you do something that catches him completely off-guard.

Which is often.

Because he's not at all any used to having a person give him that particular sweet and playful type of care and attention.

He's at least not used to enjoying it.

Or down-right craving it on a daily basis.

He'll soften up in his confusion, as though stupefied, as the realisation of bliss dawns on him.

He'll be completely dumbfounded by the fact that he loves this creature.

And moreover, that this sweet little ditzy thing actually loves him in return.

He'll stop in wonder at the feeling too often, busy wrapping his head around the fact that he actually likes stupid shit like having his forehead kissed.

He turns extremely tense with anger if you dare mock him for it though.

He does NOT appreciate being ridiculed for his inexperience.

Playful teasing makes him curse, shove you off, before getting up and stomping out.

He's very sensitive.

It takes a while to learn all the ins and outs with him.

Like what exactly will set him off and what are the best ways of dealing with his many many many moods once he's in them.

Actions are much better than words when it comes to Katsuki.

It's better to shut him up with a kiss, rather than let him rile himself up and say shit that he instantly regrets.

Let's not talk too much about the complete lack of experience this boy has when it comes to kissing...

But one word... M E S S Y

Too open-mouthed, too much tongue, teeth clanking every other second.

Desperate and aggressive...

His breathing is so loud and he'll squish your cheeks like a dodgeball between his hands, mushing his face onto yours, forehead to forehead, brows entangling with brows, nose hugging nose, chin against chin.

And he's completely clueless about it too.

It's almost hopeless, like teaching a Saint Bernard how to be gentle when all he wants to do is slobber and suck face.

Touch-starved to a tee.

But he's completely unaware of it before you start touching him and all he can think is She's touching me, fuck, she's touching me, she's fucking touching me-

He's a complete panicked clumsy flustered amateur about it too.

Heart-racing and eyes wide. Breaths heavy.

His hands never knowing what to do...

They're always left hovering above your hips until you encourage him to put them someplace where they're useful.

Intimacy is challenging with Katsuki.

Because he's a bit awkward...

AND what makes it extra tough is how he hates feeling embarrassed or in any way out of his element.

He's often frustrated because he won't have the balls to ask for things such as cuddles and kisses, but will feel very on edge if he doesn't get any either.

He gradually warms up to the idea of initiating things himself...

Feeling his head pound impossibly hot when deliberating giving you a compliment or going in for a kiss or reaching nervously for your hand.

He feels his throat dry a lot the first few times when inviting you over to his dorm.

Even over text, where he'll write and rewrite the same invite about a dozen times before either giving up or accidentally hitting send.

He's the type to check his phone for a reply a dozen times a minute.

And he'll answer the same second you send him something in return, never pussyfooting around with stupid shit like playing hard-to-get or busy.

Though he purposely ignores texts from Deku and Dunce-face, while occasionally answering Shittyhair.

He was T E R R I F I E D that his mother wouldn't like you.

But the fear disappeared and was soon replaced by regret of bringing you home in the first place as now all he can feel is the two of you ganging up to make fun of him.

He forms a new respect for his father after-the-fact.

Finally understanding that being passive is a virtue and a strength, and not a weakness.

SOMETIME INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

He's still a grumpy pouty jealous boy.

Super clingy.

He grumbles every time you spend more time with friends, family, colleagues...

Just anyone that isn't him.

He's way more assertive now.

Way more honest and talkative.

Expressive in how he'll grumpily tell you that he doesn't like that guy or she's a bad influence.

And possessive and protective in the way he gives all your guy-friends the look.

He's high-maintenance.

This unstable ball of insecurities requires a lot of attention.

A lot of reassurance and reminders and doting.

And he will now go to great not-so-subtle lengths to get it.

He's ridiculous about it most of the time.

Both about what he chooses to be upset about, and what methods he chooses in cheering himself up.

He'll start loud random fights with you for no reason.

Not fights that'll end in tears, but stupid fights like how his favourite pokemon is obviously way better than whatever your favourite pokemon is.

Just... NERDY fucking arguments.

He requires heated discussions multiple times a day.

Hot topics are usually: - Current movies or shows the two of you are watching. Thoughts about the characters, the plot and aesthetic. He's still a child and will call dibs on what character he is. - Food. New restaurants you both should try or new recipes you both should test. - Heroes, and everything they entail. For example moronic costume designs, brainless battle-roars, dense strategies, simple-minded villains. Just overall criticism. - All Might or Deku, Icy-hot too. - Kaminari and Kirishima and their combined stupidity. You feel like you and Katsuki are their parents half the time. They also often stay over for dinner and indulge in the conversation regarding their own stupidity. - Fashion and interior design. Things that require fixing or upgrading in your apartment and whether you should consider buying a house instead. - Your future together and your relationship. Baby-fever. He's a bit too young to be this enthusiastic about something you view as belonging far into the future. - Bets on how long your friends new relationships will last and your thoughts on their new girlfriend/boyfriend. He always turns things into a competition. Your relationship is obviously superior to everyone else's in his opinion. - Your friends in general. He cares for them in his own special way.

He's strangely very invested in gossip.

Extremely opinionated.

J U D G E M E N T A L

He also loves play-fighting.

And small games of chase around your apartment.

And tickling.

Especially pinning you down and attacking you with small kisses everywhere, making you squirm and giggle in panic beneath him.

There's no escape.

He'll state he doesn't like being doted on.

But he's constantly pulling at you and tugging you to his chest.

Asking you what you're doing in hopes you'll ask him to join you.

Like showering, going for a run, even shopping.

His parents are fashion designers and though he was never too interested in the business, he quite enjoys seeing you twirl and spin in front of the mirror.

He also enjoys doing spa skincare routines together with you.

Mud masks and chocolate-covered strawberries.

Wrapped up in fluffy robes while the two of you cuddle on the couch all snug and comfortable.

He loves watching movies and shows with you.

He'll be an offended grumpy ball of pouting and brooding for days if you watch an episode of something without him.

He sees it as a betrayal.

It will be a touchy-subject for weeks afterwards.

He is not quick to forgive.

And he remembers absolutely EVERYTHING.

And trust, he will hold it against you.

Big grudge bearer.

He does not take lightly to having his trust betrayed.

No matter how small a thing it is.

Sorry does not cut it.

You'll need to find a way to make it up to him through more than just words, you traitor.

He's super lazy at parties.

He doesn't want to dance.

He just wants you on his lap on the couch.

He's not a drinker, but will mindlessly drink what Kirishima puts on the table for him.

He gets tipsy after the sixth beer.

And he's a very handsy drunk.

So clingy.

And super talkative too.

Not loud, but whiny almost. Mumbling into your neck. Licks and love-bites...

Grabby hands messaging the fat of your thigh.

Just H O R N Y

He makes you leave early with him each and every time.

He's a bit of a party-pooper...

Unless he's whisked away on whatever stupid shenanigan with Kirishima and Kaminari.

They know how to take advantage of him.

They know that he's completely unable to say no to a challenge after they've juiced him up with a couple of beers in his system.

He usually sleeps like a starfish on the bed, limbs thrown everywhere, with his pillows strewn about in no particular assigned place.

At night he'll grab onto them and squeeze them.

Though with you there, he might mistake you for one and wrap his legs around you like he's tackling you in a wrestling match.

And you won't be able to stop him nor wake him since he's such a heavy sleeper.

He's like a bear in hibernation.

D R O O L S

Growls in his sleep.

But goes completely woozy with soft snores if you play with his hair.

He knows he's a handful.

So, instead of arguing with you over petty shit that he'll end up regretting later, he'll go preoccupy himself with something else.

Like cooking, working, exercising, drumming...

Anything that can either calm him down or let him vent all his aggression out.

Though...

He loves it when you take that task upon yourself...

Where in the middle of a nasty wordy fight, you resolve it by simply taking your shirt off.

It's like a fog lifts from his mind and all he can see is this pretty little thing that he loves and lusts for before giving in with a groan.

A comment about how you're not off the hook leaving his lips between attacking yours.

He's a handyman around the house.

And a good one at that.

But no one can do everything...

But try telling Katsuki that without him throwing a fit.

He's a MAN for fuck's sake.

His pride doesn't allow him to simply "call a guy".

Even when he doesn't know how to fix whatever's not working.

Sometimes you'll go days without a certain appliance before he either fixes it somehow through hours of frustration or caves and finally calls a professional.

When walking together, he prefers hooking arms like an old couple or when you cling to his side with his hand on your waist as opposed to holding hands.

Not only because it makes him feel strong when you touch his bicep, but also because his palms are always so sweaty he fears grossing you out.

Also, he likes guiding you.

Holding you close to him when you get distracted by whatever it is you always let yourself get distracted by.

"Oi, nerd, don't get yourself lost."

And holding your waist feels a little less like he's yanking you than when he's only holding your hand.

The strangest shit will bring him joy.

He gets almost thrilled when you're sick and bedridden.

Like a young mom around Christmas, eager to take on all the preparations on their very own.

It would be concerning if you didn't know to blame it on him being a man-whore for responsibility.

Honestly, the more chores and tasks one gives this man, the happier and fulfilled a human being he becomes.

He'll get so fussy and irritable without something to put his mind and hands to.

It's like he can barely bring himself to breathe normally without a challenge consuming him.

And when you're the one needing him, it's all the more sweeter a duty for him to succeed in.

He loves staying home taking care of you.

Prepping meals for you, serving them hot to your bedside.

Taking your temperature.

Reminding you to drink your tea before it gets cold.

Watching movies all day beneath the covers where you're warm and tucked in all cozy, your little weary head laying to rest against his shoulder, stuffed nose sniffling as you clutch to his side.

It almost turns him on.

And on that note, not to mention...

He'll be so so so very strange around that time of the month.

Constantly asking if you need him to run an errand and get you pads or tampons or chocolate at the store.

Bombarding you with comforting snuggles left and right.

Heating his hand up to a nice soothingly toasty warmth as he rubs smooth patterns into your tummy when it's cramping and aching.

And he'll always, without fail, make a comment about how tampons look like bullets.

And you'll wonder why you even like this hunk of a dorky man.

Always finding the answer in how, aside from how overwhelming his care might be... it feels unnervingly good to be unconditionally cared for.

He'll claim he isn't a doting boyfriend.

But he's one of the most naggingly observant and aggressively caring boyfriends there is to find.

He cooks for you. Obviously.

He likes it when you help out with the small stuff.

But he's a perfectionist...

And takes cooking and baking very seriously.

He's extremely tidy and strict and organized.

Everything has its designated place in the kitchen, so much so he'll scold you if you ever put something in the wrong drawer.

He's a bit of a neat-freak.

And his grocery-list is the only grocery-list.

But he blushes like such a goofy softie if you hum and smile and thank him for the food.

He will kill you for ever buying take-out.

He regards it as a crime.

He thinks it's trash.

And he won't ever forgive you for disrespecting your body by consuming it.

He'll ask you about what you had for different meals likes he's interrogating a criminal.

Calling you throughout the day to make sure you remember to eat and drink.

He makes you bento-boxes. And carves things into little monsters instead of cutesy shit. Just like his mom did when he was kid.

He'll also hand you an entire litre water-bottle before bed and stand there arms-crossed until you've finished at least half of it if he suspects you haven't drunk enough during the day.

He'll carry you off to bed when he deems it's time to sleep.

And allows no late-night working in the dark in an energy-drink binge.

He does not care about you teasing him for what a goodie-toe-shoes he is when it comes to bed-times.

He'll tug you out of your clothes and shoo you into the bathroom regardless of your protests.

He'll be sleepy and grumpy in his groggy authority, strictly snapping his fingers at you to get yourself ready for bed.

After all, he knows best and you're just a dumbass.

But he'd be damned if you weren't his dumbass.

TIP-JAR

KIRISHIMA, TODOROKI

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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What if the Cullens encountered a vampire who actually cared about human life as much as Carlisle did, and they joined the Cullens? Does Carlisle get antsy as he desperately tries not to think about the differences between this vampire and his other family members? Do any of the other Cullens get antsy as they realize this vampire is more like Carlisle than any of them are?

Oh, you are a cruel person. I love it.

Does Carlisle Get Antsy

Oh yes.

Carlisle has an impressive amount of doublethink when it comes to his family. Deep down, he knows they're not as... committed as he'd like. But the man's desperate, they're all he's got, and if he ignores that Emmett's two seconds from eating people then that doesn't hurt anyone. Most of the time. AT LEAST THEY'RE TRYING.

Well, that's when the Denali and his own family are all he has.

In front of this new person who genuinely cares and... points out things... Yeah, Even Carlisle's mental gymnastics are going to feel the strain.

I imagine he tries not to think about it much though does have to admit to the new comer that his family's... working on it. They're getting there.

Do the Other Cullens Get Antsy

If by "Other Cullens" you mean "Edward" then yes. I imagine the others won't notice or will ignore it.

Alice doesn't really care, she's... on the diet because it was best for her to be on the diet. She dimly cares about human life, but isn't hung up on it. She seems aware of this about herself and I don't think a new vampire being more committed would bother her. She knows who she is.

Emmett's on the diet because Rosalie's on the diet. He really doesn't care all that much and tries to vicariously live through Edward potentially eating Bella. I imagine he wouldn't be flummoxed by the newcomer. Like Alice, he knows who he is and what he wants.

Esme recognizing that new vampire cares more would require her returning to the planet Earth. That's not going to happen anytime soon. Esme is convinced the entire family cares just as much about human life as the newcomer.

Jasper continues to struggle with his own problems, namely his thirst, and continues to feel inferior and hopeless that he'll never gain the control he needs. The newcomer is just one more vampire in the family that has problems that aren't Jasper's.

Rosalie is convinced that she personally cares just as much if not more about human life than the newcomer. She, after all, has never slipped. Not once.

Edward though. Oh baby.

Edward Gets Antsy

Carlisle really hits it off with the newcomer. Edward tells himself he's fine with this. Good, another vampire on the diet, a new family member, they could use more of those. But it's clear the newcomer might just be becoming Carlisle's favorite. Edward tries to butt into conversations and it's... awkward.

Edward I imagine quickly comes to loathe the newcomer and tells himself the newcomer's not committed to the diet at all and that this show of caring for human life is just a charade used to make him look superior to the family/Carlisle. The person's clearly overcompensating.

Edward's onto them.

They become Edward's new least favorite family member.

This is impressive because this means newcomer beats out Rosalie and Jasper.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #meta #headcanon #opinion

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I'm gonna write a sitcom starring ur prototypical hopeless "romantic", desperately wants a soulmate, is kinda pathetic guy who has a string of relationships with (underdeveloped) women that don't last very long because he thinks he's in a will they won't they with the main female character. Eventually, however, there's the Bro episode where they joke about how much easier it would be to just date other dudes! Too bad they're all straight whomp whomp. But then the main character is like. Um. But what if I did give it a go? I mean clearly I haven't been having the best of luck with women, and Main Female Character won't even look at me, so what harm would it do? And at first the Bros are all like yeah man that'll be HILARIOUS if ur the first straight guy to have a successful gay relationship but Whoops Our Protagonist Is Bi Actually and once things seem to get more genuine with the new (also probably underdeveloped) boyfriend his Best Friend of Multiple Decades gets like SUPER weird about it. I mean like passive aggressive and awkward and occasionally even actively angry in a way that means he's either suddenly homophobic (which, alright, he's always been a little uncomfortable with it, but never this active about it) or, as our protagonist tries to joke, is like a jealous ex. And then both of them simultaneously Realize that they've uh. Maybe been in love for like ten years but both assumed they were deeply heterosexual and that that wasn't possible and anyway there's a line that's basically like "I spent so much time searching for my soulmate and I'd known him since I was 13."

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okay so levi and mc just got together and they haven't done anything yet. so one time when they're cuddling, and mc presses their body against him a little harder than usual and he gets ✨horny✨. mc notices and they ask him if he wants them to help him with it and he gets shy and flustered but he accepts because he wants it. mc gives him a bj and he's still flustered (BUT HE REALLY LIKES IT) and he ends up being overstimulated and mc thinks he looks cute with his lewd face, fluffy smut basically

Okay I really wanna do this one tonight cuz I wanna get something out at least

Plus I love Levi too much to ignore this any longer

First Time Pleasures

Pairings: Levi x GN!MC

Words: 1,485

NSFW // Smut // Fluff // Vulgar Language

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It’d been about a week since you and Levi had gotten together. A warm evening where you two shared a heart to heart conversation which ultimately led to him asking you out; his cheeks bright red and stuttering as always. It’s why you fell in love with him. His sincerity and the way he shows his love, he truly cares and it’s what makes you so smitten about him.

Unfortunately, Levi has always been on the quiet side, regularly avoiding intimacy with you in fear of messing up. At least, that’s what you presume. You’ve attempted to initiate a kiss, of course, but to say it backfired is an understatement when it resulted in him panicking and crashing his forehead into yours and apologising for a good few days. To put it nicely, he’s hopeless. Apart from this one night you two shared...

It was a little past evening and you’d realised you hadn’t seen him for a while since he was busy playing through a new game he’d gotten recently and obviously, he’d locked himself in his room. Typical. So you decided to send him a text inviting him over to cuddle. To your surprise, seconds later he’d opened the message, 3 typing dots soon appearing on screen before quickly disappearing. You’d thought he’d left you on read, worry spreading over you as you realise he may have short-circuited at the mention of cuddling.

You sat on your bed, slightly disappointed that you may not end up cuddling tonight, until you heard a small knock on your door. You felt yourself smiling from ear to ear as you swing open the door, coming face to face with Levi who was red-cheeked and holding an arm full of snacks in nothing but a shirt and his underwear. You laugh while he hands you a bag and smiles, walking over to the bed with this shy look on his face. You feel your cheeks gradually glow red as you walk over to sit next to him, placing your head on his shoulder and feeling him tense up, but soon relax to your touch.

“So you really want to... c-cuddle?” He stammers, his cheeks somehow growing even redder than before as he leant into your touch.

“Only if you want to, I mean...” you mutter; his eyes grow wider as he seemingly involuntarily places both hands on your shoulders and grips them tightly.

“I do!” He raises his voice desperately before quickly realising where his hands are and places them back on his knees, looking shy and apologetic as ever. You laugh and place a single kiss on his cheek. He spins round to face you, eyes even wider now and his jaw hanging open. He doesn’t even know what to do at that moment as his face burns up and he covers it in embarrassment, listening to you laugh. “Let’s just get in bed!” He says, attempting to change the topic. You nod and climb in after Levi, pressing your body close to his in a little spoon position. He hesitates at first but slowly his hands begin to snake around your waist and hold you against him tightly. You hum happily; being the first time you two have really spooned each other.

A few minutes pass, his hands are still playing with the hem of your shirt as you continue to hum to yourself. The rooms silent, but peaceful. You two normally just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company. Neither of you finds it awkward really, it’s nice just having someone there. But after a little longer than 10 minutes had passed, you could say you got a bit bored.

Just to see his reaction, you push closer to his crotch and wiggle a little, rubbing across him. He audibly gasps and holds you tighter, his hands crossing to hold your hips. You giggle quietly and continue to push against him, looking to get a more exciting reaction. You honestly didn’t expect anything to happen as he normally just shrugs you off and dismisses you, but when you felt something hard poke against your ass and Levi’s hips push into you, you spun your head around to face him only to see his face all flustered and red, his eyes focused on the bare skin of your shoulders from where your clothing had slipped.

You smirk playfully and twist your body around so you’re chest to chest with him, his hands now placed on your lower back as you feel his bulge shift against your stomach. In the heat of the moment, you draw forward to capture his lips with yours, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. You could almost feel the heat of his face radiate onto yours as both your hands wander onto the other’s body, exploring every inch.

“Do you need help with that?” You whisper to him after pulling away from the kiss, your eyes darting down to indicate exactly what you mean. You could see his eyes flash with every different emotion you could possibly think of before he quickly pulls you into another kiss, nodding frantically with his hand pushing your crotch even closer to his erection. You smirk at him one last time before tugging the covers down and crawling on top of him, trailing your hands down to play with his cock through his clothes. You chuckle and watch the shy look on his face appear again as soon as your palm met his pants.

You sit yourself down between his outstretched legs and slowly pull down his boxers, watching his dick promptly spring up. You admire his length and swiftly place your hand around it, lapping at his tip impatiently. You look up with his head in your mouth and see how flustered he looks; the sight bringing a warm smile to your lips as you cheekily suck his cock, your eyes never leaving his as you take his entire length into your mouth.

You continue to suck his cock, his moans getting louder by the second and the hand that he placed on your cheek before gradually found its way to your hair, giving it a sharp pull. You look up and watch his eyes sparkle with lust and pure confidence, but his face still looked flustered as his cheeks and ears displayed a deep shade of pink, making him look twice as cute as he usually does. You gag on his cock as he pushes your head down for a few seconds before letting go after hearing you choke, his face looking shy and worried again. You raise your eyebrows at him to show him you’re alright and continue to take him whole, his hand now stroking your hair.

You quicken the pace and watch his head roll back, his hands shaking on your head while he whimpers your name. You find such enjoyment in watching him fall apart like this; his eyes rolling into the back of his head until he’s whining for you to help him cum. You stroke his thigh and swirl your tongue around his tip, placing kisses all the way up his cock until you can go back to sucking his head.

It wasn’t much longer until you feel his cock twitch in your mouth; his thighs begin to tremble underneath your soft hand. You speed up, your gaze never leaving his as he gasps in pleasure, quickly becoming overstimulated from the amount you were doing to his body. He’d never felt this before and he was loving it. His face was lewd and his cheeks were crimson red, his ears burning up. He moans your name one last time before unexpectedly shooting his load down your throat. You cough on his dick, parts of his cum trickling down your chin as you kept your mouth on his member until he’d finished, his eyes watching you in surprise and shock as you swallow his semen greedily.

He still looks flustered as you lean forward to place a small kiss on his nose, feeling cum dribble your down your chin until you lick it clean with your tongue, watching his eyes widen again as he realises how in love with you he is. He laughs shyly but insists on wrapping you up in his arms, letting you sit on his exposed lap so he can catch his breath. You plant litters of kisses along his jaw-line and neck, hearing him laugh in exhaustion at your affection.

“Still up for cuddling?” You ask lovingly, smiling when he nods slowly, pulling you into a tight embrace, his lips finding their way to your cheek to give you one last peck before falling asleep with you wrapped up in his arms. You yawn and admire his face for a little longer. You find yourself humming again, the soothing melody softly drawing you to sleep as your head hits his chest.

I hit a writers block half way through this but ey, I got it done in the end!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me smut #omnsfw #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #levi smut #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader

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I am coming clean and admitting I've had an unhealthy obsession these past few weeks analyzing the break up of Katie & Greg, my favorite ship from the entire Bachelor/ette franchise. I went down hard with this ship as it crashed and burned. From the beginning, I loved their chemistry and even if some say they were just trauma bonding over the passing of their fathers, I felt they had so much more going for them. I just figured out why I can't shake this pair out of my head.

Here it is: Katie & Greg remind me of Lizzie & Darcy from Pride & Prejudice, one of the greatest love stories ever told. The idea that a couple similar to a favorite fictional pairing could exist in real life had awakened the hopeless romantic in me.

Greg is totally Mr. Darcy. He is a family man, adorably awkward, reserved, internally tormented, but also deeply passionate. He's willing to dance to encourage affection.

Katie is like Lizzie. She is strong-willed, proud (maybe too proud), and has a sharp tongue. She gives no one permission to insult her. She loves her family even though they're embarrassing. Katie does not quite fit in with other women, but that is why she is so interesting.

The opposite personalities of Lizzie & Darcy made their playful banter and relationship dynamic so enjoyable. They challenged each others' ideas. They expanded each others' consciousness as they learned more about each other. This was synergy at its finest.

Katie is from hipster Seattle while Greg is from fuss-free Jersey - two very different worlds at opposite ends of America. They brought these worlds together in beautiful balance. When they split, the Bachelor Nation fandom was divided like a broken family. At least Greg owned up the error of his ways, but Katie seems dead set on hating him. Eventually, the false narratives she tells herself to keep her walls up will unravel . I hope she faces the facts and owns up to her part in the communication breakdown. When Greg was most vulnerable, Katie could not show a hint of honest affection. She accused him of giving up on the relationship moments after he confessed his love for her. Katie only spoke of herself as a prize to be won, but to Greg, she meant so much more than just that. I hope she realizes the profound truth in what Greg was trying to tell her the day he left her. True love is more than just keeping up appearances for a show and more than just physical attraction. It is more than just saying the words "I love you" or handing out roses. Katie and Greg were more than just two hot people who were mutually attracted to each other. They had divine harmony when they were together... until they were burned by the heat of their own fire.

It is nice to know Greg just wants Katie to be happy, but I do not believe Katie & Blake have the secret sauce. Good for them for having a lot of sex, but from what I know, that kind of connection is not long term sustainable. If banging each other is the main reason they're together, they'll eventually get bored. Blake fell in love so easily with two previous Bachelorettes and that cheapens his affection for Katie. I'm sure he can bounce back quickly if Katie left him. Sorry man. Blake seems like a great person, but his intellect does not seem to match hers ("You don't have to be great. You just have to be you." dafuq?). I thought she was smarter, but maybe her flippant use of the term 'gaslighting' proves otherwise. It is shamefully elitist to point that out, but honestly, their conversation was drab when they weren't talking about sex. There are a lot of hot horny ladies out there that Blake might have more chemistry with than her. He was not even sure he wanted to propose and it was mean to tease her in the proposal speech with "I don't think I can give you what you came here for". The Say Anything references were also cringeworthy. We did not see their love get tested. She was like a damsel in distress and Blake just swooped in to save her season of the show just because he happened to be there. It was quite dull. The 'conclusion' of their journey was really unsatisfying. Katie describing their love story as "perfect" just shows the lack of depth in their relationship.

Lizzie & Darcy were such beloved characters because they were both flawed. They both made mistakes, but because of their love, they were willing to overcome their pride and their prejudice. They corrected course and became the best versions of themselves at the end of the story before choosing to be together. "I was wrong" are three words that make the words "I love you" so much more meaningful. True love is transformational. Feelings of attachment are not true love unless there is consciousness. The best love stories are not about lovers conquering outside forces, but conquering their own inner demons. People truly in love consciously choose to grow together in spirit, not in spite of their imperfections, but because of them.

Greg was impatient and had unrealistic expectations. He should have given Katie more chances to figure out what he was saying. Maybe she found his desperation unattractive. Maybe if he helped her off the floor and said goodbye properly, she might have flown out to Jersey to go after him. Katie was shallow when she could only say "I just love looking at you" and spoke to Greg as if he were just a contestant on a game show. It seemed as if his pain was just an inconvenience to her. She seemed untrustworthy. If she had stronger feelings for Blake or was still undecided, openly expressing that to Greg would have been more respectable than stringing him along to dump him later. If Greg was the one she wanted the most, she looked incredibly fickle switching her affection to whoever was still available. Most people have not been in her situation, so it is tough to judge.

Lizzie Bennet said a lot of mean things, but she was a strong female character because she was able to learn from her mistakes and grow as a person without compromising her core values. She was in love with Darcy for his character and integrity. He was courageous, generous, and compassionate - his appearance, his wealth and his status were least important to her. He proved his love for Lizzie by his selfless acts of kindness to her family even after she accused him of being a pompous ass.

Greg staying out of the way to honor Katie's decision and let her be happy with Blake is an act of love. Him working on himself in therapy is another way to prove the love he had for her was real. Only Katie knows the inner conflict she's been facing. If she truly loved Blake, resolving her conflict with Greg will help her and Blake in the long run - otherwise their relationship will be haunted by the past. If life with Greg was always her true heart's desire, love will find a way even in the most impossible circumstances.

It really is not fair to compare real human beings to fictional characters - especially the exceptionally (maybe unrealistically) strong characters written by Jane Austen. I am just sharing my thoughts before I watch the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie for the hundredth time. I just want the satisfying ending I could not get from watching reality TV before I move on to my next obsession.

#The Bachelorette Season 17 #The Bachelorette #The Bachelor #Greg Grippo #Katie Thurston #katie x greg #lizzie x darcy #Bachelor Nation #ships in the night #hyperfixation

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Tessa Chiva HPHM - Profile [Redone]

(information is as of sixth year - same universe as Gracie and River)

Identity

Name: Tessa Gracie Chiva

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Birthday: August 17th, 1973 at 3:37 am (leo)

Species: Human/Witch

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Alignment: Lawful Good

Ethnicity: White - German, English

Nationality: British

Residence: Chiva Manor, a heavily warded house in the wizarding part of the English countryside

Personality Type: ISFP-T (the adventurer - that's ironic)

The Mage

Wand: 13 1/4 inches of cherry wood encasing a dragon heartstring, flexible. The wand is dark red and slightly thicker than the average wand, with a smooth handle molded precisely to her hand

Animagus: Sparrow Hawk

Misc. Magical Abilities: Legilimens, moderate strength, with weak Occlumency

Boggart Form: Gracie, angry and coldly saying that she'll never love Tessa because Tessa is weak and beneath her

Riddikulus Form: Gracie deaged to a toddler, saying the same words but meaning them less

Amortentia (how she smells): Tessa would smell like sugar, strong deodorant, and salt water

Amortentia (what she smells): Tessa smells metal, strawberry kiwi drinks, and nail polish (River)

Patronus: Lioness

Patronus Memory: the first time she and Gracie were ever allowed to go wandering in the woods on their own. They found a creek and spent the afternoon barefoot, eating berries and splashing each other

Mirror of Erised: Her family together and happy as if nothing ever happened

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Aguamenti

- Vermillious

- Orchideous

- Visus Aqua (a spell for Quidditch to see in the rain)

- Revelio

Appearance

(picture made using the zepeto app)

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 124 lbs

Physique: Skinny, slightly wider hips than Gracie. More physically muscular than her sister as well

Eye Color: Army green

Hair Color: Dark brown

Skin Tone: Pale but human looking. Has spattered freckles around her nose

Body Modifications: Two piercings in each earlobe and a cartilage piercing in her left ear

Scarring: Various small scars on knees from childhood, nothing major (yet), will end up with faint scars all over from the final fight with R

Inventory:

- Her wand

- Her father's old watch, not worn but kept in her purse

- Around twenty Galleons

- A poem about her from River folded in her pocket

Fashion: Tessa is willing to sacrifice comfort for fashion. When not in her uniform, Tessa is usually in a skirt of some kind with a cute fitted top and possibly a stylish jacket. She wears either flats or wedged shoes. Her hair is kept in two braids or low pigtails. When she's being athletic, she wears black fitted tracksuit pants and either a loose tank top or a Slytherin sweatshirt, with her hair in a tight messy bun. She wears small gold hoop earrings and a gold cartilage stud, and in later school years a peridot ring that was a gift from River. For makeup, she only wears lip gloss and mascara.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Affiliations/Organizations:

- Chiva Family

- Black Family

Professions:

- Current student and Slytherin Quidditch Captain

- Future Quidditch Player for the Montrose Magpies

- Future advocate for creature rights

Hogwarts Information

Class Grades:

- Astronomy: O

- Care of Magical Creatures: O

- Charms: O

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

- Divination: E

- Flying: O

- Herbology: E

- History of Magic: O

- Potions: O

- Transfiguration: O

Quidditch: Chaser, team captain from fifth year on

Extra Curriculars:

- Dueling Club

- Assistant for Kettleburn

- Weekly Legilimency lessons from Snape

Favorite Professors:

- Professor Kettleburn: Tessa adores his wacko personality and enthusiasm for creatures. He's encouraged her whenever she feels hopeless and is a surprisingly good listener

- Professor Flitwick: The number of times Tessa has nearly cried in his class is insane. She used to be worried about being too unskilled at magic and her nerves made her fail a spell at first, but Flitwick was gentle and talked her through it until she was one of the best in the class. Her bad nerves left in third year, but he's still more gentle with her

Least Favorite Professors:

- Professor Trelawney: Tessa is good at Divination. She enjoys Divination. What she does not enjoy is Trelawney acting like a freak and driving people out of the class. Tessa learns much more from her textbook than from the professor

- Professor Snape: Yes, he's her head of house, but he's an asshole. He's insulting to her and many others and makes her feel more worthless than she already does. If she didn't have Gracie and Penny to help her learn outside of class, she would have failed his O.W.L. Her Legilimency lessons are the worst part of her week

Relationships

Twin Sister: Gracie Tessa Chiva

- Gracie is only eight and a half minutes older than her, but Tessa sometimes feels like Gracie is years older

- She regrets quitting the vaults because she feels like she and Gracie are different people now

- Tessa still blames herself for Gracie's curse. She can't remember the incident, but her wand was two inches from her hand when she woke up and she had no injuries besides the concussion that she thinks is just from falling, so she believes she failed her sister

- Tessa desperately wants her sister's approval and doesn't realize just how much her sister loves her

- She wishes she could do something to protect Gracie for a change

- They were super close as kids and grew apart in the later school years

- All Tessa wants to do most of the time is latch onto Gracie and never let her go into danger again

Older Brother: Vance Riley Chiva

- This bastard

- Vance always favored Gracie

- Tessa still loved him, but she would sometimes feel excluded

- Vance did in fact leave her a few memories, but they were locked in the same box with Gracie's and when Tessa saw how many more Gracie got, she refused to watch hers

- When Vance is freed in fifth year but leaves again without seeing her first, Tessa shatters the picture of him, her and Gracie. It's repaired the next morning, and stays fixed until the end of sixth year when Gracie shatters it too

- Tessa hates Vance

- When he dies in place of her, she realizes she never hated him. She loved him and just wanted him to love her

Younger Cousin: Aiden Carter Darkling

- Aiden is the son of Rachel Chiva, Jason's sister. Rachel and Aiden's father divorced while he was still young, but it was relatively amicable and he comes around for holidays

- Tessa never payed the kid much attention when they were younger, but after he started Hogwarts she took him under her wing a lot

- Aiden comes to her for advice when he has his first crush, when he's nervous about a test, or simply needs a hug. Tessa gets to be a big sister and she loves it

- She's way closer to Aiden than Gracie is, and Aiden isn't hesitant to tell Tessa that he likes her far better. It makes her feel good

Mother: Clarissa Vanessa Black

- Tessa loves her mother, but she doesn't agree with her on a lot of things

- She tries her hardest to make her mother proud, because she knows she's the only "decent" child Clarissa has left

- She actually suggested a contract marriage in hopes of making her mother happy. She was really confused when Clarissa forcefully shut the idea down, not realizing all that her mother went through in her own past

- When Tessa is in her coma in seventh year, she hears her mother go insane (it's what wakes her up) and realizes just how much Clarissa loves her

- Tessa takes much longer to figure out Clarissa and Margaret than Gracie does

- She keeps better in contact with her mother throughout her adulthood than Gracie

- Family dinners are awkward but hey, they're still family

Father: Jason Harvey Chiva

- Tessa, like Gracie, admired Jason a lot as a child

- She only visited his Auror office a few times, because while she thought it was cool she wasn't interested in it as a career

- Tessa didn't see him murder their family friend and didn't believe it when Jason's partner Thomas came to tell her and Clarissa

- She still can't quite believe it, and she misses him a lot, which is why she carries his watch with her *cough cough daddy issues cough*

- The day Gracie has to kill Jason, Tessa destroys the watch

- He tries to kill Margaret in front of Tessa's young daughter Octavia, and that's when Tessa fully believes that Jason lost his mind

Ex Boyfriend: Barnaby Lee

- They met in first year (obviously, they're in the same house), but Tessa never paid him any attention

- It was only in second year when she and Liz were allowed to start getting early lessons from Kettleburn that she started noticing him

- Barnaby was a character during these early lessons

- He hadn't actually signed up for them, but he heard Liz talk about them and just assumed they were open to anyone

- Kettleburn didn't care obviously, he's a bit unstable anyway

- Barnaby would always carry the heavy stuff and Tessa's raging puberty hormones took one look at the muscles and said "heyyyyyyyyy"

- Then of course she actually started talking to him, and dear fucking god was he dumb. But then she talked to him more and he actually wasn't? He was kinda smart in a weird way? And really really nice?

- She never told him she liked him, and by the end of the year he was starting to slip under Merula's control

- Tessa was the one to try and get him to think for himself in year three. She's also the one who dueled him, and she lost miserably, but she stood back up whenever he knocked her down and he admired that. A few weeks later, he asked her out to Hogsmeade

- Gracie was pissed but Tessa didn't care that much

- They were a super cute couple and all of Slytherin (besides her dorm mates) shipped them so hard

- They ended up growing apart in fourth year and deciding they're better off as friends

Love Interest: River Mund

- As of sixth year, they are not together, though it's pretty obvious they both fancy each other

- River is an exchange student from Ilvermorny who arrives the same day as Alanza. Tessa is made to be their tour guide, and while showing them around she can't help but notice that this (very handsome) new boy seems really stressed out. She assumes it's from being so far from home and tries to be encouraging, but he doesn't say a single word the entire time

- River ends up staying in the Slytherin dorms, and Tessa watches him all the time (just out of curiosity of course). He almost never talks to anyone, and is very jumpy when someone gets too close

- After about a month of this, Tessa decides to sit down at the same table as him while doing homework. He seems almost scared of her, but after a week it becomes normal, and she hears his voice for the first time when he asks her for help on his CoMC essay. Another week, and when River packs up his things to go to the dorms, he leaves her a folded up piece of parchment containing a poem he wrote about her

- Tessa starts noticing how often River sneaks into the Forbidden Forest, and gets curious enough to follow him. This is how she discovers he's a vampire - a rarer subspecies theorized to be stemmed from partial vampire breeding together

- River is horrified and thinks she'll hate him since he hates himself. He wasn't born a vampire. His family illegally paid a vampire to break into the hospital and change him to save him from cancer without any input from him. It's why he wanted to come to Hogwarts, to get away from them

- Tessa is scared, obviously, but she tries her best not to show it because he had just started to open up and she didn't want to lose the progress they had been making. When she tells him she's not scared of him River doesn't look like he believes her, but he's so relieved she's trying that he hugs her

- They very quickly become much closer after that, and Tessa realizes that she might be in too deep when she shoves her wrist in his face for him to drink from when he weakly confesses he hasn't had any blood in two weeks without a second thought

- He buys her the ring during January. He claims it's for being such a good friend, but Tessa hopes it's because he likes her (they're both so oblivious)

- They'll get together in seventh year over Christmas break. They both stay behind at the school, and end up confessing while sitting in front of the fire in the Slytheirn common room

Best Friend: Liz Tuttle

- Tessa and Liz met in first year, the first night in the dorms

- Liz, being her awkward self, asked slightly too loudly if anyone wanted to discuss the Fwooper

- Tessa did indeed want to discuss the Fwooper

- Boom, best friends

- Tessa tries being vegan like Liz but can't take it, and reverts to being vegetarian. She's not exactly good at that either, but she never eats meat in front of Liz (at home is fair game)

- She and Liz spend a lot of their free time outside, sneaking into the forest even

- On an assignment from Kettleburn, they accidentally discover the Room of Requirement and now spend free time during bad weather in there

- Liz constantly reassures her that she's not a bad sister for stepping back from the vaults

Rival: Skye Parkin

- They may have been teammates, but Tessa and Skye HATED each other. It really threw off the team dynamics for a while

- Tessa almost quit because Skye made practices miserable for her, and this is when she and Erika ended up friends. Erika convinced her to stay on the team and make Quidditch miserable for Skye instead, and even helped train her

- Orion picking Tessa as his successor and not Skye (who was a year older and more experienced) made Skye so mad she broke her broom and quit. Tessa couldn't help being happy about that. Skye brings out her inner pettiness

Enemy: Vance Riley Chiva

- Tessa is just so sure he's lost all humanity

- She's mad at him for getting them into this mess in the first place

- She swears the next time she sees him, she's going to smack him

- She doesn't get the chance, nor does she get to say anything at all

Dormmates:

- Gracie Chiva

- Liz Tuttle

- Rowan Khanna: they're friends, but very casually, as Rowan is Gracie's best friend

- Merula Snyde: they're not friends, nor will they ever be, but they try very hard not to argue for Gracie's sake

- Ismelda Murk: they too are not friends, but they study History of Magic together because they have similar studying styles and both find the subject interesting

- Colette Belrose: see below

Pets:

- Ruby, the family Crup

- Clara, Vance's toad (she's more Gracie's pet)

- Elaura, a shared owl

- Lemmy, a moke

- various creatures in the reserve that Tessa and Liz coparent

Closest Canon Friends

- Chiara Lobosca: the werewolf quest? Tessa did that. She adores Chiara's kindness and resilience, and frequently uses her Animagus to accompany her on full moons

- Diego Caplan: he helps train Tessa's magical strength. He was totally into her at first, but he calmed down and now they hang out a lot in and out of the Dueling Club

- Erika Rath: Training buddies with a healthy Quidditch rivalry. Tessa has even gotten Erika to come over to her house so they could hang out over the summer

Closest Noncanon Friends

- Gracie Chiva (Jacob's sibling canonically has no other siblings)

- Rosalie Sonnenschein: A German model one year older than her who attends Durmstrang. A first generation part Veela with a very strong natural allure that has men (and women) swooning

- Kyle Orchan: the Squib son of one of the shopkeepers at the clothing store Tessa frequents. He's the best listener Tessa has ever met and loves hearing about her magical adventures. He does sometimes get very sad hearing about this world he'll never be a part of, but he's too nice to ever mention it

- Colette Belrose (@gcldensnitch): Tessa met Colette their first night in the Slytherin dorms. Granted, Tessa spent most of that night talking to Liz, but she went to bed relatively early so Tessa struck up a conversation with Colette. They're super similar and plan to go on a tour of Europe one day. Colette helps Tessa step back and remember to breathe, and she loves her for it

(Storyline has to be in a different post because of tumblr's dumb text limit)

Future

Marriage and Children: Tessa and River get married at the age of twenty one, and almost immediately Tessa gets pregnant with her oldest daughter, Octavia. Her body reacts very negatively and she almost dies while giving birth, so she and River agree to not have any more children. Six years later, Tessa accidentally gets pregnant with twins, Meredith and Alexander. It's a terrifying experience, but all three of them live and the twins are healthy

Career: At the age of twenty two, Tessa is recruited for the Montrose Magpies after one of their scouts watches her casual group's practice. She takes a short break years later to have the twins, and they welcome her back when she joins back up. Her replacement was shit. Tessa gets better at International Apparation so that she and River can spend time in America, England, and Germany without interrupting their work schedules. After she eventually resigns from the team, she uses her "fame" to bring more attention to the petitions for creature rights

The Second Wizarding War:

- Tessa isn't in the country for the most part when the war starts up, though she stops bringing the kids when visiting her mother after it starts getting bad

- After Bill's attack she and River temporarily stay in England for their friends, having her kids stay with Merula and her and Gracie's kids

- She doesn't fight in the Battle of Hogwarts. She's too scared for both herself and Gracie, as if Tessa went to fight Gracie would follow

- Tessa finally discovers all of what happened when Gracie joined R, and how much she truly was one of them for a little while when Olivia Green suddenly enters the picture. That takes her a while to get over, but she's able to

Old Age and Death: Tessa dies at the age of 120 of natural causes, after Gracie, River, Liz, and basically all of her friends. When she gets too lonely, her soul gives up

Personality

- ambivert

- horribly insecure, not so much about her looks but her strength, both magical and physical

- a wee bit of a masochist, constantly pushes herself too hard

- has a good memory

- is good at strategy

- very very kind, even sometimes when someone doesn't deserve it

Misc Information

- Tessa is bilingual, fluent in both English and German

- From all her practicing, Tessa is an amazing cook/baker - River's drinking buddies absolutely love her for it

- She can sing beautifully, and can play simple songs on the piano

- Tessa's depression never quite goes away, but it never gets very bad

- She has pretty bad misophonia, which developed around age nine and got worse with the anxiety and depression

- She ends up with a doll collection that River is terrified of, so much so that she has to put charms around each one so he can't see them unless he focuses

- Tessa is a massive pasta hound

- She hates any drink that fizzes. It's very inconvenient considering she frequently attends parties with things like sparkling water and champagne

- Tessa likes pineapple pizza

- Her favorite color is green

- She's left handed like her siblings and her mother

- She loves thunderstorms

- Her favorite season is winter

- She loves going stargazing

- She has a weird obsession with water. If she's upset, the best thing to do is draw her a bath, and sometimes she'll fill a bowl and stick her hand in it while studying or reading

- She sweats a lot, both from being active and from unlucky genetics (hence why she smells like strong deodorant)

- Tessa doesn't exactly believe in aliens, but she's pretty sure we're not alone in the universe

#hogwarts mystery #tessa chiva #character profile #hphm mc #zepeto

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New Places, Friendly Faces Part 2 (Sanny)

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2.7k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for weeks to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: Here's the next part, it picks up right where the last left off! I'm hoping that I can update on a weekly basis - every Monday - but I'm not sure if I'll be able to punch out the next part quick enough, since I'm having a hectic week back home with all of my family. But I'll try!

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"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

Danny was startled into full consciousness again by that slightly raspy, warm voice he had been imagining calling his name. He looked up, wide eyed and probably gaping like a love struck fool at the super smart supermodel himself standing over his booth, a plate of pie in each hand.

He must have taken Danny's silence, or maybe the awed stare, as assent, because Sam sat down opposite him and set one of the plates of pie in front of Danny.

He cautiously picked up his fork and speared a bite of pastry, keeping a wary eye on Sam while doing so. Daydreaming about holding someone's hand and actually having them sit - uninvited, he might add - across from you were two very different things. Who knew what Sam was actually like, or what Danny would let slip out of his mouth if he got too comfortable?

Sam was already digging into his slice, gathering up a big forkful of flaky crusts and filling to shove into his mouth. Danny was honestly a little worried: he ate like he hadn't seen food in days, and he kind of looked it, too.

"Mmph, man, Stephen makes the best damn pie I've ever had. Just don't tell my grandma I said that," Sam confided in him with a wink, making Danny turn red. God, when had he *ever* been this flustered around someone? He wasn't making a very good impression sitting there mute and acting stupid, he was sure.

"Uhh, Sam... why did you come sit with me?"

Sam looked up at him, his brow quirked.

"How do you know my name? Are you one of Jake's friends?"

'Shit!'

"No, I heard it earlier from-" he was about to say Beiber, but luckily stopped himself, "From one of your brothers, the one with the straight hair. Which one is Jake?"

"Oh, that's him, and Josh is on his left, talking to Kyle. Micah and Jeremy are the ones having a fight with the butter knives by the way, they're the twins' best friends. Huh, I really thought you knew them, you look like the kind of guy that hangs out with us."

Danny wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. He figured it would be best to stay silent and let Sam continue talking, lest he embarrass himself somehow.

"What are you- God, I seriously can't get enough of this pie. What are you doing here all by yourself? Trying to get away from your chores or something?" Sam asked, mouth full.

"What? No," Danny said, brow furrowing a bit. He was a good boy, he always did his chores - the least he could do to help his mom out, really.

"Hmm, maybe you're running away? No, I got it! You're actually a health inspector disguised as a regular customer, and you're gonna crack down on the roaches in the kitchen!"

Danny shook his head, reluctantly enjoying the little guessing game Sam had decided to start playing - he wouldn't want the real reason to come out. Or would he? Would that give him a shot with Sam?

'Get real, he's too pretty for you. And he's probably straight, and thinks you're straight, too.'

"Sam! You KNOW there are no roaches here, stop trying to scare away my customers!"

Ronnie came up, smacking him on the back of the head with her hand and smiling at Danny, as if to say 'Don't mind him.'

Danny smiled shyly back at her, commenting on how good the pie was. In truth, he hadn't even taken the single bite he'd put on his fork yet, but it was somehow less awkward to talk to her than to look at Sam.

She said she was glad he was enjoying it and went back to the kitchen to fetch him more coffee. He watched her go, wanting to ask her to stay but knowing that would be incredibly weird; Sam just made him so nervous, he would have felt better with Ronnie's calm demeanor and sweet smile there to help him breath.

"Oh! You're here for Ronnie!" Sam whispered, looking enlightened and possibly a little crestfallen (but Danny was pretty sure that was just wishful thinking).

"No, no, I'm not. She's just nice that's, all. I'm not after her, man," Danny said.

Even though he did find Ronnie very attractive - and he could admit he had a desire to spend more time with her - he wasn't staying solely because of her, and he certainly didn't want Sam to get upset with the thought that Danny was trying to hit it with his sister.

"Dude, it's alright, I'm not gonna kick your ass or anything. Unless you hurt her..." Sam trailed off, looking suddenly so menacing that Danny was actually a bit afraid.

"I- I'm really not."

It looks like Danny's mouth had chosen trying his luck with Sam over Ronnie and, honestly, he wasn't upset by that. Sam was absolutely gorgeous and incredibly interesting: bold, humorous, intelligent, pretty, everything that Danny ever wanted. If only Danny was in his ballpark.

"Oh, c'mon! You're just sitting here by yourself, obviously waiting for someone. And Ronnie's been smiling at you so much, always coming over to your table. Her shift's over in half an hour, where are you taking her?"

'Fuck! He's really not getting it!'

"Ronnie is beautiful, but I'm not here for her. I'm- I *was* on a date, but I'm pretty sure she stood me up, and now I'm only still here because you are."

Danny's face was bright red and probably kind of sweaty, he could tell by his reflection in the spoon on the table. He couldn't bear to look Sam in the face, instead choosing to focus on his slice of pie oozing cinnamon-apple filling onto the plate.

Ronnie came back and filled up his cup, setting down a few more pods of creamer next to it. Maybe she sensed the tension, because she didn't say anything to him, and Danny didn't offer any more than a small smile this time. Now that he had made up his mind about which sibling to go for, he felt a tad awkward around her - but, then again, Sam was making him feel pretty funny, too.

Sam had been silent since his admittance, and it was making Danny nervous as fuck. He opened a creamer and dumped it into his mug, stirring it and taking a testing sip, then finally trying a bite of the pie.

'God, Sam was right - this pie was *good*.'

And fuck, did he not want this to be the last time he could have pie with Sam. As much as the guy was making Danny feel like he was about to give a public speech - and Danny could not stress enough how nervous he was - he was desperate to not let this be the end of their short lived interaction.

'It's been, what? 15 minutes since he came in, 5 since he sat down, and 2 since I started ignoring him - pathetic. If I want any chance at getting a date, this isn't the way to do it.'

Danny had made up his mind: he was going to look up, make it very clear that he meant what he had said, and ask Sam if he was interested in going to a different diner with him, when Sam spoke up.

"I'm sorry that your date stood you up, but I'm glad you're still here. I was honestly gonna leave the guys and go home, but then I saw you in the window and I decided to come in; so, I guess, you could say I'm still here because of you, too."

"I- really?"

'What?!' Danny couldn't keep the grin off of his face. Sam was here for him, because he had seen him in the window, had specifically come in because Danny looked... fuck, what could he have possibly looked other than hopeless and awkward? The grin quickly morphed into a frown.

"I don't need the pity. I appreciate that you're trying to keep me company, but I should probably just go home, I've been here long enough."

Danny got up and started putting his coat on, leaving behind his nearly uneaten pie and cup of Joe. All he knew was that he had to get out of this humiliating situation and never, ever, see this beautiful, amazing asshole ever again.

Sam sighed and caught his arm, wrapping a surprisingly strong hand around Danny's wrist. Danny froze where he was, stopped in his tracks with half a coat on for the second time this night by Sam.

"I don't feel pity for you. I can emphasize with being dumped or stood up-" Danny snorted because, really, who the fuck would pass on a date with Sam? "But I came over here because I thought you looked like an interesting person to talk to and you're honestly super hot."

He had no clue what to say to that so he didn't do anything, just stood there, unmoving, with his limp hand still in Sam's.

Suddenly, Sam breathed out harshly and stood up, too.

"Fuck, I'm sorry if I read this wrong, or gave you the wrong impression, or something. You clearly don't want me hanging onto you. Sorry, I'll go now," he said, hurriedly dropping Danny's wrist and starting to walk away.

"Sam!" Danny called, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Sam stopped but didn't turn. Beyond him, Danny could see that they had drawn the attention of Sam's brothers and friends, all of them turned to look at them having a little fight - and his traitorous brain immediately referred to it as a lover's spat - in the middle of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so defensive. I don't mind having you sit with me at all, so, please, come back and sit down with me."

They both slowly sat down again, Danny setting his coat to the side on the booth's leather bench. Sam balled up a napkin and Danny took a bite of pie, neither of them sure of what to say next, it seemed.

Finally, Danny figured he'd better elaborate a bit more. "'M sorry I accused you of pitying me, I just- I just don't know what else you could see other than some nerdy, lonely guy sitting in a booth by himself and watching your sister."

"Hey, I thought you said you weren't going after Ronnie," Sam immediately looked up and smiled at him, making Danny's heart flutter. He shrugged, conveying a non-verbal agreeance and admittance all at once.

"It's alright," Sam told him softly, causing Danny's breath to catch when he saw a slim hand tuck a strand of hair behind Sam's ear - possibly a sign if Sam's own nerves? "I honestly don't know why you've been putting up with me planting myself at your table and talking over you, so it's all good."

Danny wanted to protest, but Sam kept talking (perhaps there was some truth to what he had said). It seemed like, now that he had started, Sam wanted to get out all of whatever he had to say. Danny was perfectly okay with that.

"As I said, I saw you in the window when we were walking up and I just couldn't believe how attractive you were. Like, you're fucking gorgeous, and I just wanted to talk to you so bad and see what you were like. I may have intercepted Ronnie's pie delivery so I could have a reason to come up to you," Sam admitted.

Danny laughed, all of the air rushing out of him in a bout of relieved giggles. He took another bite of pie, making Sam beam back at him, showing he understood Danny's appreciation, of both the gesture and the food.

"Wow, I can't believe *you* find *me* attractive, but I'm not going to debate you on that. And I feel the same, man - like, have you seen yourself? As soon as you walked in, I was just completely in awe of you."

Sam was blushing now, too, and that made Danny's heart thump extra hard, a base drum pounding from his chest. He was grinning at Sam, and Sam was smiling back at him, both of them red and squirming in their seats but refusing to look away.

Danny saw Sam's hand reaching towards his on the table. His heart quickened and he held very still, as if trying not to frighten a scared animal by moving.

Sam's fingers found him, lightly running over the back of his hand and down to his knuckles. Danny let him explore for a time, then turned his hand over to *hold hands with Sam holy shit.*

A loud cheer of hoots and whistles sounded from across the diner. Danny looked up, startled, and Sam turned around in his seat, looking over at his table where all the other boys were apparently celebrating.

The curly haired twin - Josh, he was pretty sure (he hadn't paid overly much attention, focusing instead on Sam) - gave him a big grin and a thumbs up that could have been directed at him or Sam, he wasn't sure. Jake was the one whistling and howling, giving an almost predatory grin at Danny. Their other friends weren't as overt, but they certainly seemed happy that Sam had made up with the random guy in their sister's diner.

It made him a bit uncomfortable, but Danny was glad that Sam's siblings were okay with this - apparently they knew Sam was, in fact, into guys. Danny hoped that his family would be just as receptive, if he got that far with Sam.

'God, I hope I do.'

Sam was looking like he wasn't sure whether he should scold them or go over and high five Jake, but he didn't let go of Danny's hand. Danny found it endearing how happy he was, and how happy they all were, that Sam was over here with him - it made him feel good, like he was actually wanted and desired (in both platonic and romantic ways).

"They kinda convinced me to bring you the pie. Jake's been rooting for me to get a boyfriend for a while now, and he said you're perfect. I think I agree with him."

His blush, if somehow possible, got even darker. Sam was so hot, and such a nice person, it seemed - and he thought Danny was boyfriend material?! Danny's brain was having a riot on every single neurotransmitter simultaneously.

He had no clue how to eloquently respond to that in a way the conveyed his absolute joy, so he just stuck with a simple, "I agree too, I'd love to be your boyfriend."

Sam tightened his grip on Danny's hand, and Danny could feel how clammy his palms were. The knowledge that Sam was just as nervous, attracted, and happy as he was - it was blowing his mind.

Ronnie came over with his bill for the coffee and set it down right next to their linked fingers. She was beaming, looking back and forth between their hands and faces, clearly also in on the plot to get him and Danny together.

'*What the hell*, I don't even know any of these people.'

'Whatever, I don't care. SAM IS HOLDING MY HAND AND HE THINKS I'M HOT!'

"Rons, are you kicking us out?" Sam asked, gasping for dramatic affect, when he saw the bill.

'Shit, he's sassy, too.' Danny wasn't sure how he was going to handle such a personality-strong beauty, but fuck was he going to try.

"No, Sammy, you can take my car tonight and I'll ride home with Jakey and Josh." Ronnie replied, dropping a sey of keys onto the table. "But, if you have sex in there, *I am going to murder you*."

"No worries, I've got some standards. I mean, not that I don't want to or anything, but..." Sam trailed off, looking at Danny. He was going for provocative but it was mostly awkward; Danny bit his lip to stifle his laughter.

"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."

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