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"you're my sky, deviant.. the space between my stars..."

gavin and freelancer are nonsense by sabrina carpenter

gavin and freelancer go on walks every so often and pick flowers to put in each other’s hair and they giggle like little kids 

sometimes when freelancer does anything gavin finds remotely cute, he just softly kisses all over their face.

gavin never fails to fluster freelancer by flirting with them

however, for an incubus, gavin gets flustered quite easily. freelancer ruffles his hair and kisses the tip of his nose? he's blushing. freelancer tells him he's beautiful? he's blushing. freelancer laughs a little too hard at a joke he made? he's fucking blushing

they get insufferable if they’re not around each other for more than a day

they can have little conversations without actually saying anything, just by making little faces at each other (damien sees them do it all the time and he's so confused)

freelancer likes wrapping their fingers around gavin’s pinkie (when they’re on dates, at home, in bed, while hanging out with the gang etc.) and gavin thinks it’s cute as hell

whenever freelancer feels uncomfortable or hurt by anything, they almost never say anything about it. they just ignore whatever it was by laughing and move on

gavin can tell (because he's a demon but also because he's just that observant with them) and stops what he's doing immediately to figure out what's wrong

caelum likes asking freelancer about gavin because of the smile that overtakes their face when talking about him

gavin feels like a part of him is missing when freelancer is gone for too long (and immediately returns to normal after they return) ((damn squad witnessed how bored he was the entire two days they were away once and the second he saw them again, he was all smiles))

freelancer also gets really down whenever gavin is away from them for too long (dear deadass thought they were depressed the first time they witnessed it but gavin hugged them once and they were back to normal)

freelancer and gavin have necklaces with the other’s initial/name on it 

sometimes gavin lays awake at night just staring lovingly at freelancer while they sleep, admiring how far they’ve come and how he got so lucky with them (canon)

freelancer’s hand is always on gavin’s chest (when they’re cuddling, tapping him to get his attention, pushing him away when he’s being annoying or just touching and feeling up on it)

gavin is a clingy baby when he’s half asleep and freelancer always laughs at him

freelancer is also really clingy when they're tired and gavin makes fun of them too

gavin is scared of spiders (i believe that many demons are scared of bugs) and freelancer has to kill them

"grown ass demon scared of a little bug, everyone"

they bully each other lovingly all the time

freelancer never fucking drinks water, gavin always has to remind them

freelancer is always in gavin's lap

the crew always jokes that they "wish someone would look at me the way gavin looks at freelancer" (he looks at them with heart eyes i swear)

i will never stop thinking about how many people's lives were saved because freelancer and gavin love each other that much

gavin is always trying to distract freelancer from studying or doing their homework (he hides their textbook) 

gavin and freelancer both take any opportunity to slap/fondle the other’s ass

freelancer has a habit of saying "is it casual?" whenever gavin kisses or does something romantic for/to them and gavin hates it so much because it is very much not casual

they argue every once in a while, mostly small pet peeves (such as gavin leaving his shoes everywhere, freelancer's lack of self-care, just getting annoyed with each other) that escalate into bigger fights

they usually resolve them quickly just by talking because the both of them are excellent communicators

they don't ever yell at each other when they're angry

however, freelancer gets very petty when they're mad and they can stay mad for a while. so even when they're no longer fighting with him, they can stay angry (pouty) for like an hour

gavin doesn't mind, he knows they're not really upset and he takes the opportunity to tease them

sometimes gavin scolds freelancer for not caring about their health or their personal needs. he does it very gently while rubbing their back or massaging some part of their body and without sounding like a parent. freelancer pouts the entire time but they try to listen to him i was in such a specific mood when i wrote this oh my god

both of them get babied by the other when one is having a bad day (or even just for no reason)

freelancer bakes for gavin whenever he's upset or stressed. gavin loves eating freelancer's desserts

freelancer loves teaching gavin children's hand games (like rock paper scissors, patty cake etc.) and they have a handshake

the first time gavin witnessed afab!freelancer on their period, he genuinely thought they were going to die

freelancer isn't allowed to say "it's because you hate me and want me to die" even as a joke (because gavin will get upset, he takes their mortality so seriously)

whenever freelancer laughs, gavin stops just to stare at them with the fondest look in his eyes

freelancer calls gavin a lovesick puppy. gavin wears the name with pride

gavin's eyes glow pink ever so slightly whenever he talks to or thinks about freelancer

freelancer gets irritated quite easily and doesn't even realize it sometimes. gavin finds it funny and just nudges them a little to whisper, "you're so mad right now"

they make out at least three times a day

everytime they're in the pool at damien and huxley's house, they're kissing away in a corner because "he's so sexy with water all of over his body" (the crew is so tired of them)

they're borderline codependent (not in an unhealthy way), freelancer comes home early from classes all the time because they miss gavin

gavin gives freelancer anything they want. if they want snacks or an item or need something fixed, he has it done before they can even finish the sentence. they mention something once and suddenly there's twenty of them on the counter

no matter how many times he does this, freelancer is still surprised

gavin has all of freelancer's favourite songs memorized because they're always singing around him

freelancer forgets they have magic sometimes and asks gavin to grab things for them. gavin taps their head lightly to demonstrate their psychokinesis for a while until they go "oh" and laugh

freelancer says "i love you" for everything, they use it almost as sentence filler

they are both such homebodies (when gavin's not looking for some poor soul to fluster)

gavin helps freelancer dye their hair all the time

freelancer says gavin's name a hundred times a day (he counted) ((it's because they 'gavin' like 10 times at once to get his attention))

it's worse on text (they spam his name)

freelancer used to s3lf-h4rm and they relapsed right after the inversion. gavin always found them and cleaned them up while reassuring them he wasn't mad and they deserved to heal

they feel so comfortable and safe with each other, they don't ever hide their struggles/relapses. always seek the other out for help and comfort

they go on double dates with damien and huxley all the time

freelancer loves making gavin try their favourite foods

(A Pixane modern au heeehee)

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She was stuck in the living room, sitting on a plush couch. She was surrounded by Off-white walls and wooden ceilings, and on the far wall were two french doors decorated with floral skyblue curtains tied to the sides to reveal a beautiful view of the countryside. A few expensive knick knacks were atop the mantle, including a few picture frames of people she hadn't met all wearing expensive, old money casual. Looking around some more, Nya couldn't help but feel the house was familiar. Like something from a magazine, a feature of the rich and powerful that included a blurb of how rich and big their house is and that everyone should buy one. “It's so beige and… white.” Jay spoke suddenly, startling Nya beside him. She darted her eyes off the picture frames then grabbed the glass of cucumber water on the table. “It's French country, Jay.” She sipped lightly, but the cold water did nothing to calm her down. They have been waiting in this perfect living room for more than ten minutes ever since a maid led them here, and Nya is close to losing her patience. Jay could notice it too, how her eyes were darting everywhere and her hands scrunching her navy blue dress. It was a new one too. Jay gave her a smile, placing his hand on hers. The action somewhat placated her. “Well, if it really is a French country, Zane’s fiancée needs to redecorate. This house is so boring.” “Don’t say that,” “Say what? Boring?” “No! About Zane having a fiancée!” Nya glared at him, finally looking at Jay fully. “We both know that isn't true, okay!” “Okay, okay… but you have to admit, this house needs a pop of color or something. Anything!” He answered, chuckling in between. A small smile crept up Nya’s face, glad to know Jay is doing his best to distract her. Honestly, what will she do without him? Well, a lot, actually… but Nya couldn't imagine a life without Jay. She kissed him lightly, laying her head on his shoulder. They talked softly, trying to get their mind off of the waiting. However, after a few minutes footsteps echoed from the stairway, coming down. Finally! They both sighed in relief. Nya got up from her seat and rushed towards the entry way of the staircase with Jay in tow, expecting their friend to be there. It has been so long since they've seen Zane. They have so many questions to ask him and so many stories to tell! More importantly, How master Wu finally acquired the deed to the dojo! Her arms were wide open, getting ready for the greatest hug ever. “Zane! We were so worried about you leaving so suddenly-” But it wasn't Zane midway down the long staircase. “Hello there,” It was a woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Like one of those heiresses from a business magazine, or those fashion models in printed ads plastered around the city. Nya could only stare at her. “Uh, hello! Zane invited us here? You know Zane, right?” Jay finally stepped in, standing right behind Nya. “Tall guy, blue eyes… a doctor…” The woman in front of them walked a few steps down, a smile on her face revealing her pearly whites. "Of course I know him!” Holding his calloused hands firmly, her voice was breathless as she said, “Zane is my fiancé!” Jay froze. Suddenly, he was self aware of how his hands were starting to get clammy. His hair was unkempt, clothes too casual, brows unplucked. He shouldn't have used that cheap ass body spray. Then it dawned on him. The trimmed yard, beautiful garden, the maids, the beige and whites… The house?! She’s French country. “You’re French country…” The blonde stared at him, then at Nya. Confusion settled on her face. “I’m what?”

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IM BACK TO WRITING YALLL

Remember that Zane/Vania to Pixane thing?? Yeah its happeningggg ✨️✨️ THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TEENS BUT AGING THEM UP WORKED FOR ME SOOO YEAH

this will eventually be Pixane okayy 😭 and the chapters arent really linear?? Its Whatever scene pops in my head lmao

A/N (PLEASE READ): Hey guys! This is my first time writing for Wolverine... so please be nice, I am at your mercy lol. This is also an A/O/B fanfic, where the mutants also have a secondary gender that would have developed at the same time as their mutations (this is not the main part of the story though). My intention is for this to be a longer running fanfiction, as well as a verryyyyy slow burn :). If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, then I will also be working on some oneshots soon, which you are more than welcome to give me some ideas to write about! Please let me know your feedback, I sincerely appreciate it!! :D

Summary: At a young age of 16, you find yourself saved from a group of hunters by no other mutant than The Wolverine, who reluctantly becomes your protector during your first heat. As weeks pass and you recover, a complex bond forms between yourself and the powerful mutant who had saved you.

Seven years later, now a confident young woman with refined mutant abilities, you encounter Wolverine again. Despite your growth and newfound strength, old feelings resurface as Wolverine returns from a secretive mission. As you navigate the challenges of your powers and your unspoken connection with him, you must come to terms with your past and the burgeoning feelings that might redefine your future.

Current Applicable Warnings: 18+ (not an explicit story yet, but there are hints of things in the upcoming chapters), canon-typical violence, age gap (like 200+ with a 25 yr old), Alpha!Logan, Omega!Reader, a/o/b universe, more to come.

Word Count: 2,884 we just getting started pookie

It was your unlucky day that The Wolverine was the mutant to find you alone out in the woods.

But it was lucky he got to you before the four hunters found you first, the sour tang of their arousal burning his sensitive nose. When he saw you laying in the fresh layer of snow, your body coated in sweat from your first heat (at least he guessed it was your first by how small and frail you were at the time), and your own honey-sweet scent drifting through the trees, he knew he was already in too deep with you.

Jump

Hiii Jules!

Here's a snippet from Words Yet Left to Say (another snippet here) which is about Buck and Tommy reconnecting via letters after Buck has a chance encounter with Tommy's father.

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"Fuck me, they're not even trying anymore," Chimney mutters as he looks out the window of the front seat of the engine at the traffic they're trying to navigate.

Buck can't see much of what's up ahead from where he's sitting in the back of the cab. Instead he's getting treated to the view of a group of young women pulled over to the side as best they can in not much space in the heavy traffic, now leaning out their windows to wave with enthusiastic and flirtatious energy at him and Ravi.

Buck leans inwards over the probie stuck jump seat to try and see between the front seats to what Jen their engineer is laying on the horn over, but there's not much he can see, so he sits back with a huff.

"Oop," Ravi burbles abruptly, blinking hard as he snaps his gaze away from the window, and Buck snorts.

"She flash you?" Buck asks, laughing.

"Mhm," Ravi says, face scrunching up over an incredulous and slightly mortified smile.

"Come on!" Chim yells up ahead, head leaning out the window, waving an arm around. "Move your ass over!"

The probie next to Buck leans forward to look out the side with brows up, and Buck plants a hand over his face and pushes him back down.

"Ah-ah-ah," he says, tsking his teeth in chiding. "Behave."

And then he looks out the window for himself.

"Hey! Why do you get to look?" the other probie - he really should learn their names at some point, but he's in a mood about it still.

Chim made his big speech clipping Buck's wings on the transfer and demanding things stay the way they are at the core, and then promptly two thirds of the crew got reshuffled. It's not Chim's fault, exactly. There are all sorts of reasons in play, but… it does rankle a little, so he's maybe entitled to being a tiny bit petty.

Buck winks at the girl who flashes him - the tits are very nice - and then waves goodbye at the group of them as Chim groans, "Thank you, fuck," and the rig jostles a little as Jen impatiently gets them back into gear and moving along now that whoever has been failing to yield has finally gotten their shit together.

He turns his head back to Thing Two and puts on his primmest face. "Because I know better than to get any dumb ideas about it, and how to be polite and appreciate their efforts without making it weird."

"The fuck does that even mean?" Thing Two mutters, squinting around the mismatched group of them.

Foster - the guy they've currently got on loan from the 112 because of some complicated certification minimums and team re-balancing whatever blah blah plan that central command has been pushing - leans forward and takes it upon himself to say, "Buckley's gay." 

He says it like he's imparting some significant wisdom to the two young men beside and across from him, letting them in on some important secret firefighter knowledge. It's so weird on so many levels Buck doesn't know where to begin.

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Reader, Kaveh and Alhaitham are roommates in the same apartment and reader sometimes has the moment where they just sit/stand across the room from Kaveh while he is busy with something and yknow stare at him with that lovestruck look cuz they pining hard on that beautiful, amazing, gorgeous bbg.

And Alhaitham had caught on the fact that reader had been crushing on Kaveh for months (a very massive crush) and he just bluntly tells them one day to just say it. And reader freaks out a bit like "Whaaa? Pffft noooo, I dont...dont see him like that, ahahahaha, pls dont spill the beans...."

The rest is up to you 🤭

“If Only You Knew” | Part 1

Summary: You share an apartment with Kaveh, the charming and passionate architect, and Alhaitham, his blunt and logical friend. You've developed a massive crush on Kaveh, and sometimes, you just can’t help but stare at him with lovestruck admiration. Alhaitham, having caught onto your feelings, encourages you to confess, but you brush it off, panicking at the thought of Kaveh finding out. Though you remain the quiet admirer for now, Alhaitham’s words linger, and maybe someday, you’ll gather the courage to reveal the truth.

Tags: College AU, Modern AU, Fluff, Unrequited (but Mutual) Pining, Roommates, Love Confessions (eventual), Slow Burn, Alhaitham Being Observant, Kaveh x Reader, Humor, Light Angst, Crushes

Warnings: Mild language, secondhand embarrassment, unrequited pining (for now), Alhaitham’s blunt honesty

A/N: OMG ITS MY BEAUTIFUL ARCHITECT WIFE KAVEHHH 😍🤭💖 and his roomate... 😐

Part 2

You sat on the edge of the couch, textbook open on your lap, but your attention was decidedly not on the words. Instead, your gaze was fixed on Kaveh, who was sitting at the dining table, his messy sketchbooks and architectural plans spread out around him like the aftermath of a storm. He was fully engrossed, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he leaned over a drawing with that intense, focused look you’d come to adore.

For a moment, you just watched him. His hand moved in practiced strokes, a small smile appearing every so often, as if he was admiring his own work. You didn’t blame him; everything he created was beautiful, a reflection of the way he saw the world. You loved watching his passion, how he became so absorbed in it. Maybe one day, you'd tell him how he looked like an artwork himself, surrounded by ideas that only he could bring to life. For now, though, you’d just stare across the room, hoping he wouldn’t notice the soft, lovesick expression you probably wore.

Unfortunately, someone did notice.

"You're staring again," came a low, matter-of-fact voice from beside you.

You jumped, realizing that Alhaitham had somehow materialized in the living room without you noticing. His usual unreadable expression was tinged with a faint smirk, like he was privy to some secret.

"I—uh—what?" you stammered, trying to act casual as you quickly turned back to your textbook. "I was just...thinking. About, uh, architecture! Yeah. Architecture is...fascinating."

Alhaitham didn’t look convinced. He simply raised an eyebrow, glanced over at Kaveh, who was still oblivious, and then back at you. "You know, you could just tell him," he said bluntly. "Your crush on him isn’t exactly subtle."

Heat flooded your face. "Whaaa? Pffft, nooo, I don’t...I don’t see him like that," you protested, sounding embarrassingly unconvincing even to yourself. "I just...he’s an inspiring person. A friend (okay Adrien-). I admire his...dedication and stuff."

Alhaitham stared at you, unimpressed. "I see," he replied, deadpan. "Admiration. Is that why you’ve been looking at him like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen for the past six months?"

You buried your face in your hands. "Alhaitham, please, don’t spill the beans..." you whispered, mortified. If Kaveh found out...you didn’t even want to think about it. You were sure he’d laugh it off or worse, get awkward about it. The thought alone was enough to make you want to disappear.

Alhaitham sighed, sitting down next to you. "You know, you might be surprised. Kaveh isn’t as dense as you think," he said, voice softening just a little. "You’re giving him too little credit. Besides, the worst he’ll do is make an emotional speech about unrequited love and how tragic it is."

You could almost imagine it. Kaveh, in all his dramatic glory, would probably get poetic about it, turn it into some grand tale of forbidden romance. You chuckled, even as the nerves twisted your stomach.

But then Kaveh’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Hey, what’s so funny?”

You looked up, startled to see him looking at you, curiosity lighting up his bright red eyes. The blush that had only barely started to fade returned with a vengeance. "Oh! Uh...just something silly." you mumbled, trying desperately to avoid Alhaitham’s knowing gaze.

Kaveh chuckled, his attention back on his sketches. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one around here with a sense of humor. Alhaitham is no fun.”

“Thank you.” Alhaitham said dryly, glancing at you with a small smile.

You spent the rest of the evening nervously trying to play it cool, but every so often, Alhaitham’s words would echo in your mind, making your heart beat just a little faster. Maybe one day, you’d find the courage to tell Kaveh how you really felt. For now, though, you were content to stay right here, as his silent, hopeless admirer.

Honestly this just reminded me of MLB 💀

I should really go study for my exams and finish my homeworks...😔😔

MABEL, WHO'S ALREADY WATCHING DIPPER DRIFT AWAY FROM HER SO HE CAN ABSORB EVERY CRUMB OF PRAISE FROM THEIR GRUNKLE????? KNOWING FORD, WHO DIPPER WANTS TO BE JUST LIKE WHEN HE GROWS UP, CUT HIS OWN TWIN OFF SO COMPLETELY HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE DIED 30 YEARS AGO???????? STANLEY TRYING TO CONSOLE HER THAT SHE'S NOT AS BAD AS HE WAS BUT HOW CAN SHE KNOW THAT? HOW CAN SHE KNOW IF SHE'S ONE FUCK UP AWAY FROM LOSING HER BROTHER??? STANLEY DIDN'T KNOW.

Mabel just wants Dipper to know when she dies, she'll spend her afterlife watching over her twin if she has to, but she doesn't want to watch him hate her, too. She doesn't want it to happen to her just because Dipper figured out he was destined for more and more was never meant to include her.

I'm gonna throw up

NO BECAUSE THAT MAKES ME CRAZY TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

god i know i planned it a different way, but an alternative route: what if stan isn't upfront with who he is???says he's an old friend of ford's or something maybe? doesn't give too many details.

meanwhile, one day mabel and dipper are with their grunkle ford, and maybe they find something that belonged to stan, or the fact that ford has a brother is brought up, and they ask about him. Ford being bitter and not knowing the truth, he says some kind of snide comment about stan and how he doesn't even bother to reach out.

So basically. what im getting at is: what if mabel does some research and digging around, and she is the one to realize it's stan. And that Ford doesn't know

she'd confront stan right away. And he isn't even mad--mostly impressed, kinda sad about the entire situation, but also sort of relieved someone knows

i feel like he and mabel would have a long long chat and she would feel so heartbroken for him. she'd try to give him a hug and honestly, while i was gonna make it so that most people can't see stan and nobody at all can touch him (including mabel) I'm wondering if at this point there's something else magical/supernatural going on and so when mabel starts to cry and runs to hug him, they realize she can

and god wait. what if mabel is like "We have to tell Grunkle Ford right away, we have to--" but what if stan makes her promise not to tell? because 1) he convinces himself it's to protect ford, and 2) he's also scared that his worst fear will be confirmed: that if ford finds out the truth, he won't care.

(also the comic scares me so bad. himeko is Not surviving to the end of this </3)

Aaaaa thank you for your kind words! 😊❤️ i’m happy to know my art and story speaks to people besides myself haha