#and sometimes they just sorta hum Bc it gets too quiet out there sometimes and they get it and sure they’re not the best at holding a tune

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi hi babe!!!!

Ugh I'm so happy that you're request inbox is open hehe cause you know me

So I have a thot and was wondering if you could whip something up for me based on the lyrics of art deco by the one and only lana

(A little party never hurt no one

Not you and me

A little party never hurt no one

We were born to be free)

With of course Matty and some smut with it please? Love you babe 💗💗💗

my pumpkin hi!! okay so I got a little sidetracked and kinda went off course a bit, I sorta based the beginning part literally of those lyrics, and kinda did a bit of an age gap, I know im sorry!! couldn’t help myself, but suits bc it’s our queen, lana, right?? I made it a little longer than planned, but only bc I love you. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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friday’s

matt murdock x f!reader

word count: 1240

warnings: 18+ readers only!! mention of an age gap, cunnilingus. mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As you're a little younger than Matt - a few substantial years younger - you were in different phases of your lives, nothing drastic. You just liked to spend your weekends getting blackout drunk at the nearest club, whereas your boyfriend, Matt, enjoyed a quiet night in with a takeout dinner. 

When your free time coincides- usually weekends, you'd spend time together. You'd take turns to pick said activity, allowing for a fair game. Considering you picked last weekend, it was now Matt's turn to choose, and to no surprise, it was the same as all the other countless weekends. 

You're both sprawled out on the sofa, laying lazily against each other after your overindulgence from the local Chinese restaurant, cartons cluttering the coffee table. You peek up to look at Matt, a subtle smile on your face as you rest your chin on his chest. "Wanna go out?" 

"Out? Sweetheart, we just ate," he grins in his usual way, shaking his head in amusement. "Don't you think it's a little late?" he asks, entertaining you.

"Never too late," you perk up, an excited smile on your face. "That's not a 'no'. Come on, a little party never hurt no one."

"No, sweetheart," he chuckles, tightening his grip as if to pull you back to him. "It's my turn, remember?"

"You’re so boring," you mumble, prodding his ribs with a pointed finger.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he plays along, teasing you. "Was I too hard on you?"

You hum in agreement, trailing over his chest with a featherlight touch. "Yeah. Uncalled for." 

"That so?" he asks, his voice low and quiet, almost like he was trying to lure you. 

“Mh-hm," you nod, still playful as you sit up, slipping from his grasp. "I think I'm going to sit in the other room now."

Matt catches on instantly- well, he knew from the start, but he'd never admit that to you. He found it endearing when you thought you could trick him, how your heart jumps a few beats when you tease him or how your breathing quickens when you lie. He knew you well, and he knew these teasing mind games you loved to play- every single one.

And right now, you were playing his favourite one of all. The one where you pout and pretend to be in a mood to get what you want. It was always harmless and playful on your behalf, never any intended malice. You enjoyed how he'd hang onto what you say and anticipate what you want, like you had him around wrapped around your finger.

Though, it was often more than that. You liked to work Matt up, get him so bothered that he had to do something about it- do something to you about it. But sometimes, you forgot who Matt is. And as much as he loved to be teased by you, there was only so much he could take, especially with a rock hard cock between his legs. 

"I think you want to stay in," he smiles down at you, the corners of his pretty lips twitching with suggestive thought. 

"No, I wanna go out," you lie, protesting your non-existent ground. "I can just call my friends if you're not gonna give me what—"

A firm yet gentle tap on the ass cuts you off. "Are you telling me I don't give you what you want?" Matt faintly asks, adjusting himself so you are in his place, your back against the couch with him hovering atop. "Do I not give you what you want?" he whispers, closing the space between you, grazing your lips with his own. "Is that true, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you pathetically oppose once more, shamelessly lying to a blind catholic. 

He tuts, lingering against your lips before pulling away, teasing you the way you do him. "Okay then." He nods, slowly lifting himself from you.

You snake your arms around Matt's neck, pulling and guiding him back to you. "No— no, okay, okay, okay," you mutter, speaking rushed. "I lied… I lied," you whisper, speaking just as whiney and pathetically as earlier. You shimmy your hips, adjusting to wrap your legs around him, your knees hugging his hips. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry I lied."

He coos, a subtle proud smile slapped on his face. "I thought so," he lowers back to you and hesitantly brushes over your lips, making you wait for it.

Matt finally encaptures them, working over them with slight vigour. One hand settles on your waist, the other around your throat, guiding you and deepening the kiss.

He parts from your swollen lips, trailing a hurried line of brash kisses along your jaw and down the base of your throat, his hand pawing at your lounge shirt, eagerly trying to rid the fabric. He succeeds, hastily removing the garment over your head, his mouth immediately attaching to your bare chest, lazily licking over your stiffened nipples.

He slides down you, trailing sloppy kisses between the valley of your tits and down your stomach, halting when he reaches the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He lingers soft, flutter-like kisses over your abdomen- ones that mimic the feeling in your lower belly. 

His focus lowers, as does his roughened palm- fingers grazing over your hips until they snake into the band of fabric, easing the loungewear down and over your thighs, all the way off your ankles. 

"Perfect," he mutters against your warm and exposed thigh, trailing a string of kisses up to the crease, pausing when he reaches the outline of your underwear. "I think we should stop here— call it a night." He teases, speaking softly against your covered pussy, almost whispering to it. 

"Matt," you warn, fingers digging into the swole of his shoulders. "Don't do that. It's not funny."

"It is," he chuckles into the pool of sweetness between your legs, the action making you twitch. "Needy little thing, hm?"

"Shut up," you reply breathlessly, winding your hips into his face, desperately trying to refocus him. "Please," you pant, playing with his hair, guiding him back to where you want him. "Come on."

Another amused chuckle slips past his lips before he finally slips down the wet piece of fabric that is your underwear. He adjusts his weight, stomach pressed flat against the sofa as he nestles his face between your legs, his arms hooking around your thighs.

He lightly exhales over your sensitive nub, breathing over it before eventually caving in, delicately kissing around the touch-starved mound. His movements are slow and confident as he trails over your folds, briefly sucking on them before continuing lower. He knew his way around a pussy, and wanted you to soak up every single tingle he was making you feel.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your slit as if to savour your flavour on his tongue. "Taste so pretty, sweetheart," he hazily praises, his words loose and sluggish as he delves deeper into you, mumbling into your folds about how good you taste, already drunk off you.

Matt leisurely swipes over you, kissing and nibbling your cunt like he had all the time in the world- and maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to work you up and make you pay for all your teasing and petty games. And maybe, just maybe, this was his idea of spending the weekend together- Chinese food and cunnilingus on the couch. 

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this is so shit omg, I got bored reading and editing it🙃I don’t think I did your idea justice babe!?

matt taglist: @hailey-murdock @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim @queerponcho @selfryed

#request #this is fucking ass omg #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock imagine #matthew murdock smut #matthew murdock #matthew murdock x you #daredevil

[achillean-knight]

WOOO!! Rough Henry design LMAO bonus mini comic thing, BC why not

Y'all try on your mates glasses too, right?

-- Notes under the cut --

- He never shaves his moustache LMAO he does his beard, tho.

- Along with William, he needs glasses to see, but his eyesight is dramatically worse then Wills LOL

- The design is like-- sorta a combo of Henry's Novel and Character files design BSBSVSVSV

- This is his work attire, he wears suitable clothes for engineering ofc

- His wife left 🫡 as to why is unknown. They never fought to the extent of her leaving, but she left Henry behind one day, and Charlie. Charlie constantly thinks about it, but all she and Henry know, is Henry's wife left on good terms.

- Henry was the one to sing "my grandfather's clock" to Charlie as she grew up. Charlie was so fixated over the song, she would hum or sing it whenever they passed a Grandfather clock at the shops. Eventually, Henry created a smaller then average grandfather clock as a gift. This is why it calms the puppet.

- Henry has a habit of getting stressed and frustrated if work isn't going the way he wants. He doesn't lash violently out but he does request quiet and loneliness if he gets too heated. He has a personal punching bag in his shed.

- He originally created Carnie which later was repurposed into Lefty.

- After Charlie's death, he fell into severe depression. He drank heavily and it wasn't until he was confronted by Michael again, that he started seeing a therapist. He is still on edge alot and suffers from his mental health.

-- Relationships --

William:

- His relationship with William is very close lol romantically involved? No clue. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't, I seriously haven't decided, just like I haven't decided with Mike and Jeremy lmao

- Henry is William's crutch. He feels jealousy toward him, but ultimately relies on him most of the time after his own wife left (on bad terms). Henry doesn't mind, though.

- William is considered family to Henry.

- He is also the one to discover Williams corpse inside springbonnie and decided to board up every single safe room. Yikesssssss

- Strangely, Springtrap doesn't act violent toward Henry. He stares just- silently. Watching.

Charlie:

- Loves his daughter more than anything in the world.

- He passionately encourages Charlie's path in wood work after discovering her love for wooden crafts like the aforementioned Grandfather clock and various types of Puppets. Sometimes, if supervised, Henry hands her a block of wood and tools and lets her craft away. She finds peace in wood calving and Henry's utterly joyful.

- He struggles to recognise the Puppet as his own daughter, and unknowingly put her through so much pain when being caught by Lefty. It was only after the capture did he find out that of course the puppet is possessed by his daughter 😭 he just thought it was possessed by a very vengeful ghost. He didn't know that ghost possesed Golden Freddy, and that's why he's not in FNAF Pizzaria Simulator :')

Michael:

- He's on edge around Mike. He reminds him too much of Will.

- After Crying Child and Elizabeth died, aswell as Charlie's murder and William disappearing (he got spring locked rip), Michael lived with Henry shortly before disappearing himself. (He went to the SL bunker.)

- Henry looks after post-scooped Michael.

- Henry doesn't anticipate Mike to be the one to work at the Pizzaria Sim location-- but he knows this is where he wants to be.

#i swear I've seen a design like this before and its bugging me #bc i dont wanna accidentally copy someone else WAA #nonetheless I'm VERY happy with the design!!! colours aren't super correct bc im very limited rn. #ill do a proper ref when i get a new laptop. #henry emily #william afton #fnaf #fnaf au #my fnaf au art #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's au #my art #also reading through the notes again #uhhhh sorry if anyone else did this concept already #i just thought of em on the spot 😭 #similarities are completely coincidental

[strawberrykake]

When he pulls the “not saying ‘ily’ back” prank pt.3

but with a twist…

—image reads: “i love you, i love you, don’t cry”

warnings/notes: requested, TIMESKIP!IWAIZUMI (occupation reveal), cursing, angst (again lol), comfort, fluff, married relationships, suggestive, not proofread (apologies), long reading (GLHF)

part 1, part 2

Kuroo, Iwaizumi || reader

♢ Kuroo ☄. *. ⋆

being the little scheming fool he is, you’ve gotten used to all the small pranks he pulls on you

small pranks like: once, he feigned a panicked expression when you asked him if he left the stove on at home

or he’d pretend to accidentally drop the new vase you brought

sometimes would make a fake crackling noises during a phone call (however it worked like twice and then u stopped falling for it)

it’s not you mind it, though, because you get to have a reason to smack that constant devilish smirk off his lips

kuroo never crosses the line with them

but he kinda sorta did one time

he smacks himself every time he’d think about it

bc he remembers the tears brought into your eyes when he looked up from his magazine, immediate regret filling his heart

it was a regular weekend; you had planned to go out with your friends

on your way out the door after giving Kuroo a kiss on the cheek, you send your husband some parting words

“ ‘Kay, Testu, I’m off. See you,” you say, slipping your heels into your shoes. “Love you.”

“. . .” he remains quiet as he lazily sits on the couch, shuffling through a weekly magazine.

his eyes r in the book, but in his mind, he’s having a laugh.

oh, y/n’s gonna be so caught off guard lol

he thinks this little prank will make you laugh, too but…

you knock on the wall beside you to grab his attention. “Uh, babe?”

he doesn’t look back up, simply nodding.

“Alrighty, bye.”

is he still mad? you wonder, recalling the previous days’ events.

you both had gone into a little argument the day before

abt his sleep schedule since he’s been staying up finishing his projects for work

but after some time, you resolved it by talking it out and having a cuddle session

at least you thought you thought you did.

why is he acting nonchalant all of a sudden? you wonder

with your shoes on, you stood next to the door, wondering if you should still go on your outing with this horrible feeling in your gut

or maybe…he probably doesn’t love me anymore, an irrational thought enters your mind

Kuroo notices you still standing next to the door. “Aren’t you going to…”

his voice falters when he notices a tear streaming down your cheek

you want to ask him if everything’s okay, but you can’t form the words for some reason

instead, a tear forms in your eyes, with a knot in your throat

he drops his magazine and stands up to quickly rush over to you

the former middle blocker pulls you close to his chest.

you don’t pull away, just weeping softly into his shirt

“why’re you crying, huh? what’s wrong?” the oblivious man asks tenderly. His cheek rests on top of your head.

“are you still mad at me?” you whisper into his chest.

“For what? for yesterday?” he asks softly. “no, i’m not mad,” he confirms, before hugging you tightly again.

“oh,” you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“sorry, dove,” he uses his sweet nickname for you. “i love you, i love you, please don’t cry,” he mumbles hearing you sniff, and placing a kiss on your forehead.

he truly does, and it shows with how he’s holding you, cherishing you, and kissing you

“i’ll let you off to your friends now,” he says, once you’ve calmed in his arms.

“okay,” you giggle. “i’ll be be back quickly, babe.”

still in his arms, you tilt your head as he leans down to give you one last kiss.

“okay.” he smiles, but his hold doesn’t leave you, arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Testu,” you say his name, wondering when he’s gonna let go.

he hums, now his head laid on your shoulder.

“Testu, i gotta go!” you chuckle.

“fine, fine.” his words make it seem as if he’s finally going to release you

however he just presses his lips into the corner of your neck, and whispers in your ear

“we can continue this when you come back, yeah?”

you feel your cheeks warm from his comment and you’re finally able to pull away

“Mkay, g-gotta go!” you stutter, rushing out of the house.

he smirks, watching you tumble on your way out.

god, i love you. in his head he’s just repeating the same mantra

and making a promise to not make you cry like that again

♢ Iwaizumi ☄. *. ⋆

your partner, iwaizumi hajime, was in the work-out room doing some lifts when you popped your head in

“hey, hun! want me to bring you some water?” you ask your busy trainer husband

iwaizumi isn’t aware that he’s holding a stern expression on his face (especially when he’s working out)

aka a resting bitch face

so sometimes you can’t tell if he’s genuinely upset or if he’s just focusing really hard

especially these days, he’s been working a lot from doing his own training to meeting up with his players and training them

he would immediately arrive home to eat, chat a little, and go straight to sleep early

most of the time, too early that he’d leave you in the living room to finish off the show you were both watching

don’t get him wrong, he’s been feeling guilty about it….

“i’m fine. i still got some water with me,” he answers a bit tiredly, and turns his head slightly, back facing you

“Okay, then. Lemme know what ya need. Love you,” you say before walking off

but before walking off, you wait to give him some time to reply

but he doesn’t which disappoints you

iwaizumi grabs his water and takes a huge gulp from it, then continues with his lifting

what you don’t realize is that he meant to say “i love you” back but as he was drinking, a thought came to his head

what if i tease y/n a little? he wonders, thinking that maybe that will liven the mood a little

so he decided to keep quiet and let you saunter back in your room

you only frown at his seemingly indifferent nature as you make your way back to your shared bedroom to fold some laundry, deep in thought

you couldn’t help but think as you folded your husband sweater: is he not interested in me anymore?

you continued to organize the mix of tangled fabric thinking that it will perhaps organize your outrageous thoughts and emotions

but it doesn’t. in fact, it just makes you wallow in them.

so after clearing the basket of clean clothes, you lay on the bed to rest

perhaps sleeping will calm you down?

nope.

you can’t sleep.

instead tears roll down your cheeks, surprising you

why am i crying? you swipe an area beneath your eye and stare at the wetness on your finger in disbelief

nonetheless, tears continue to fall and you start to silently sob, realization hitting you

you just miss him.

“honey?” the familiar smooth baritone of a voice calls from behind you.

iwaizumi had expected you to retaliate so he waited and waited for you to stomp back into the room and demand an “ily” back

but your presence never made its way back so he comes to you instead

you lightly gasp, and shut your eyes, pretending to sleep so he won’t notice you crying.

he doesn’t need to know. he’s already been tired out enough. no need to add to it.

you feel the warmth of a presence make its way in front of you, sitting close to the bed.

“you’re asleep?” the soft voice says.

a thumb grazes your cheek.

you almost curse when you realize you didn’t finish drying your tears

“shit. were you crying?” your husband’s voice breaks.

you unconsciously lift your lids, wanting to see him

his face was near yours, eyes widening when yours open.

“hajime,” you reach out to him, and he has you in his arms, dipping himself into the bed to lay with you.

before you could say anything, he apologizes

the redness in your eyes breaking his heart

“i’m sorry,” he starts, “i love you, i love you, please don’t cry.”

he doesn’t even know where to start

he should’ve thought how you’ve felt this whole time

you spend the rest of the time, sharing words that should’ve been exchanged earlier

and it’s what truly improved the atmosphere of the house

he gives you a kiss, placing his lips sweetly on yours. “i love you,” he says again.

you reciprocate his actions and words.

“cmon, let’s cuddle,” he mumbles, rubbing his nose on your neck.

a resounding chuckle leaves your chest

“Haji,” you say, looking at his gazing lovey-dovey eyes. “You’re still sweaty.”

he suddenly remembers that he’s supposed to shower a while ago after exercising

“oh, right.” your husband laughs. “okay, i’ll be back.”

iwaizumi slips out of bed muttering “i’ll be really quick” as if he’s going grocery shopping or something.

as he reaches the door, he turns around, a hand on the doorframe and smirking

“unless…you wanna join?”

how could you resist?

you nod and he’s quick to your feet, lifting you from the bed bridal style just like the day he wedded you

from then on, he’s always attentive towards you and your feelings and you to his

because you’re his # 1 priority

always have and always will be.

#okay but imagine living in a nice house bc iwaizumi hajime athletic trainer is rich #IWAIZUMIS S/O PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF UR EMOTIONS MATTER TOO #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #kuroo x y/n #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu imagines #🍙—reader inserts #🥪—requests

[toomuchdickfort]

,,,

#what if I started reblogging that Ciel piece every time I think about them #Bc... yeah....... #like most of the characters I care about this much it’s Bc they’ve got a story that’s interesting but... Ciel is just a friend...... #they’re just like hey buddy you look like you could use a break how about you come in for some lunch and maybe we can talk or smth and #they’ll send you home with some food or a new blanket and maybe a couple flowers and #and sometimes they just sorta hum Bc it gets too quiet out there sometimes and they get it and sure they’re not the best at holding a tune #but there’s something to it that makes you go <3 and #me? getting emotional over mx.Reishi again? it’s more likely than I think #anyway I #think I’m gonna go reblog that thing #ciel reishi

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

#actuallyautistic #not a shitpost #holy shit how did i spend 3 hours writing this what even is my blog #this blog is supposed to be blue whale anxiety and uncomfortably sexy clown jokes #what am i doing #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #mental health #actually autistic #NOTIFY ME OF ANY TYPOS #i proofread this 5 times my eyes weep an unceasing flood of blood and regret #adhd #actuallyadhd #autism #sensory problems

[takes1]

dabi becoming obsessed with inexperienced!reader p.4

really tried to honor the 'obsessed' part of the series here ! tysm for the support i really enjoy writing this !! apologies for the wait, i was on hiatus and this is a LOT longer than intended (i had to split this part bc it would have been 6k, so there will be 1 part tomorrow night, and the final part in about a week)

warnings. nsfw, dabi being super clingy

details. fem!reader / lov recruit!reader / inexperienced!reader / corruption!kink dabi / healing quirk!reader / lots of foreplay / overstim / praise / oral sex (f receiving) / sorta dumbification? / yandere?dabi / i would call this a comfort fic too / 2.9k words

�� scenario series. dabi p.1 + p.3 + next part / full list here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open!!

Dabi pretended not to hear the balcony door open and shut behind him. He stayed leaning on the cool railing, breathing in the mix of brisk evening air and cigarette smoke, trying to sober up his fuzzy brain. Maybe it wasn't you.

A hand, the size and shape of which he had dedicated to memory already, pressed lightly on the width of his upper back.

So much for getting a break. Strong waves of warmth radiated from his chest, twisted his stomach, made his legs a little weak. He took another drag to fight the uncomfortable sensation.

His free hand gripped the railing when your hand was replaced by your soft lips, gentle arms wrapping around his waist.

Your voice invaded the dark quiet, "Just wanted to say hi."

When your touch, your sound, was gone all too quickly in order to leave him be, Dabi couldn't stop himself from reaching back to pull you in, closer, tighter, against his own will.

He hated how much he liked you. It distracted him, confused him, consumed him.

You were giggling through his readjustment to smush you between his body and the handrail. A chilled, messy kiss to your forehead and a big hand in your hair made you push your face into the comfort of his chest.

He asked, making sure to blow his smoke away from you, "You have a good shift?"

A hum was all he needed to know. Some days were worse than others, sometimes you didn't want to talk about it. One and the same, in that regard-- it was less effort to just ignore those negative feelings when you were together.

"Did'ja eat yet?"

Your hands rubbed across his broad back in no particular pattern, just determined to feel every bit of him you could. With the side of your head against him, you could hear the rumble of his breathing and found solace there.

It was always strained, a little wheezy. You called it 'crispy.'

"Hey," He said with a harder tone, pulling you back by the hair to look at him.

That startled look. God, he loved it.

He enunciated his question a little better, "Did you eat?"

"M'yeah," You mumbled, looking back down to his neckline, where you wanted to hide away, "I said yeah."

Dabi released you with a sigh and you pushed the side of your face into him again. It happened so much that he wasn't surprised, where you thought you responded to him but didn't because your head was only filled up with how he felt, smelled, looked, sounded.

Those questions, and occasionally lacking answers, were routine-- just like when he asked how much water you drank, or made you shower no matter how tired you were. He was no authority on health, but it was different when you didn't take care of yourself. It affected him more.

A gust of wind almost blew the cigarette out of his hand. You jumped and let him go to hold your arms closer to your own body, grabbing his shirt to cover your freezing face.

Dabi ran cold, so it wasn't much help.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and discarded the butt onto the parking lot below, the last of his smoke blown away in the direction of the strong breeze-- usually, he'd put it out in the ashtray, but he needed to get you inside.

"Alright," He groaned, placing two hands on the sides of your waist, and lifting you off of your feet into an embrace, "Cuddles?"

Boy, did you have him whipped. Before whatever this was, 'cuddles' were like a punishment to his libido. He didn't indulge in that soft, touchy, kissy, mushy shit unless it meant he'd get to fuck in return. After just under two weeks, having you in his arms was the only way he could fall asleep.

Shivering legs wrapped around the top of his waist, always careful of his friend down there, as you gave the side of his neck a deep, approving smooch.

You were the only girl that kissed his scars like that. Like they were something to cherish, to worship, because it was part of him and that automatically made them worth loving.

He tried not to let it go to his head and pulled open his room door.

The private access to the balcony was, in your opinion, one of the only two perks of his room. It wasn't initially intended to be a bedroom-- it was technically a large storage closet with hardly enough room for a bed and a desk.

Dabi didn't mind the small space. He told you, upon choosing this over rooming with Shigaraki and the other guys, that he valued his privacy above 'wiggle room,' and that the balcony was practically part of the floor plan.

Now, you were glad you gave in to his request because you were lucky to have any alone time at all.

Your teeth clinked, noses brushed, as he fell into a kiss while pushing your back into the bouncy mattress. Both of you smiled into it.

His hands were always steady, always knowing where to go, how to get there, which the right amount of pressure. Yours, however, were far less familiar with this kind of contact.

Messy, clumsy, a little shaky, but enthusiastic nonetheless, best described the way you touched him. He was so glad you wanted to that he was fine waiting until you figured it out.

Cuddling, kissing, and rubbing were all you could handle for the first part of your arrangement, but rushing you wasn't appealing to him anymore.

He thought, in the beginning, he couldn't handle waiting around for pussy, but soon found that your little milestones were rewarding enough to keep him around. His patience was thinning, but he discovered ways to distract himself.

Teaching you how to kiss, how to make/take hickeys, finding out how he liked his hugs and how you liked yours (and realizing they worked well together), how to use your tongue, your teeth, how to pull hair correctly, how to cuddle, were all worth the delay.

It was all by your word. He did what you said you wanted, and he did it well.

And you couldn't get enough of him. New hands couldn't leave him alone, you always wanted his arms around you, to see his pretty face up close.

"How was your day?" You asked, guiding his hands up your shirt while he snacked on the soft part of your neck.

Dabi's hair was silky soft, now that you healed it every time you were together.

Hot breath and a firm squeeze to your ribs made you squirm. You held him tighter, legs locked around his waist.

"Was alright. Had another deal."

When you went to tug his head up, he dodged it and let you see his face of his own accord. You were still rusty on the 'pull by the roots' rule.

He gave you a somewhat amused stare and said, firmly, but with a smile he couldn't erase, "I'm fine. Nothing went wrong."

Ever since you became 'useful' after one of their deals went sour with a particularly indecisive gang, and Dabi came back with a few staples out of place, and many, many burns, you were ultra-aware of how much you were needed and even more sensitive to his ailments.

Concern glossed over in your eyes, so close to his, and he was thrown back to that day where you held his face in your hands to heal him. That instance was the first time in too long anyone had expressed that level of care for his wellbeing.

It was impossible not to be infatuated with you after that.

Your worry almost made him want to get into more trouble just to summon that loving reaction he constantly craved. Similar to how he strived to get a rise out of you with inappropriate jokes, or the occasional ass grab in the kitchen.

He struggled to sit back on his thighs, instead of grinding into you. It was too fast.

Unhappy with this motion and unaware of why he moved away, you pulled him back in, only to receive a playful shove in return.

The strain in his stomach was especially strong today. Your tiny moment of concern wasn't making it any better, but he couldn't bring himself to ruin a beautiful moment with his all-too-eager hard on.

A small huffy noise made him slap your thigh, playful but safe.

"Come here," You whined.

He didn't fight you as you brought his kneading hand up to your hip, but he did roll his eyes and mutter, "'Don't wanna freak you out again."

That would happen no matter what he did, you both knew. There was something bigger he didn't want to or simply couldn't articulate under his excuse.

"I won't freak out," You reached up for his other hand, idle as concealment on his lap.

Those big, pretty eyes staring up at his, your hand outstretched just for him, set his chest to a temperature much hotter than his own flames were capable of.

"Goddamn," He spat, settling over you once more, "Stop lookin' at me like that."

You got your way again, but this time, were more sensitive to how you made him hurt. Ankles latching around him, you tried to catch your breath at the perfect sensation of his clothed erection. Was that his heartbeat, or yours?

While he tried to un-feel the surging biological need to buck, by pushing more weight on you and pressing little kisses across your jaw, words stuck and struggled to drive past your lips.

"Can you... um, take-- my,"

Take you? He'd totally take you right now. He stalled a deliberate exhale, praying you'd just give in already.

"I just want to know how it feels, when, like," You were about to finish your sentence, but he was staring so hard, the shame shut you up.

Your face was so hot.

"What?"

A flustered sigh. "My-- my shirt, can you, and,"

Dabi finally understood what you wanted. Not quite fucking, but something other than kissing, finally.

A lifted, "Of course," left his mouth a little too cheerily, as if some rough, enthusiastic kisses to your temple weren't enough to tell you, 'About time you let me do something fun.'

Icy fingertips zipped, refreshing yet intense, across your heated sides and made quick work of your flimsy shirt.

He was sure to apprehend your arms that went to cover your tummy, opting for a firm hold at the wrists instead of his usual finger-lacing. You got the hint and placed your hands over your warm face.

His teeth and tongue were an odd sensation on your stomach, but you kinda liked it.

It was just under a slight tickle and would've succeeded in putting you at ease, if he hadn't rushed to reach behind your back.

A flash of cold air over your chest and the sound of your bra being thrown far, far away sent a shiver down your spine.

"Oooooh, fuck yeah," Dabi sucked many hungry kisses into your pillowy flesh, his low, growl-like moan making your thighs squeeze around his middle, "You just get nice and comfortable, baby girl."

You didn't need to look at him to know that he was grinning from ear to ear.

Dabi didn't classify himself as a tits-guy, but you could've made him one.

Your squirming, despite his body weighing heavy on you and limiting your wiggle room, paired nicely with the small, soft whines muffled against your palm.

That didn't last, though, as he reached for your forearm to bring unsure fingers to his head. He wanted to hear everything. He felt your slowly rocking hips against his lower stomach and only wished to give you his trapped cock instead.

Concentrated, piercing pleasure fluttered from where the ball of his tongue piercing swiped across your raised bud.

It was funny how intensity ended up being so subjective.

He kissed the center of your chest, pleasant, but it didn't carry as much as it did before he started. It kept building. You needed more.

"Mmh-- ahh," It was starting to get harder to keep your mouth closed, harder not to grind on him when he started pinching you between his teeth.

He slid the flat of his tongue against you, the corners of his mouth lifted. His eyes were just as cloudy with the formations of recklessness as yours.

Another messy kiss under your breast gave you a clear view of his sharp, working jaw as he chuckled, "Good girl."

It went straight to the imaginary strings tightening in your tummy-- your thighs squeezed him, your hand desperately clinging to his scalp. But it wasn't enough.

"C'mere," You slurred, almost forgetting to swallow all the gathered spit in your mouth as you tugged his mouth off of you, "Please."

He lived for that blacked-out look in your eyes. He could only feverishly imagine what you looked like fucked dumb, all ruined and mute from a good pounding.

Dabi didn't waste a second to pin your greedy hips down with his own and swallow all the pretty sounds you made at his heavy bulge straining on you.

You pulled away with a gasp, grabbing at his shoulders at the feeling, but he didn't stop.

He was getting breathy, too, biting with hot, baited sighs against your neck. If he tried, he could probably cum from this.

"You want my mouth, baby?"

His trifling, horrible brain just had to ruin it-- when he heard a pitifully cute yes crammed into his big shoulder, the raving egomaniac in him wanted to take his offer back, tell you he was kidding; he'd fuck you instead because he didn't have the patience for this.

Yet, the overwhelming consensus in his ill-intentioned mind was to not give in to the pain that had somehow spread to his sides.

Since when was eating a chick out something he wanted to do? He usually only did it as a favor before getting to the fun stuff, but he craved the taste of you on his tongue.

As he shifted away from your tight grip, sparing a smirk at your nerves, he made easy work of your pants and once again, made sure to put them far out of reach for later.

You flinched hard at a slow, kissy nick to your inner thigh, almost taking him out with a kick-- he let out a breathy laugh against you and tugged your whole body closer so you wouldn't do it a second time.

"Easy, easy," He cooed, "I won't bite too hard."

The look in his eyes, for as long as you could stand to keep your terrified gaze on him, said completely otherwise.

Careful to keep you from another physical backlash, he turned his attention to your pussy in the form of an over-the-panties, open-mouthed kiss.

Absolutely soaked through, he found-- the color was supposed to be light gray, he noticed, not dark gray. All that kissing and 'getting nowhere' was good for at least one of you.

"I'm flattered, babe," He teased, sliding them off with a knowing smirk at your rattled expression.

Unlike the rest of your clothes, he felt the need to keep these. You barely noticed him shoving something into his pocket with a nice, long kiss to your waiting clit.

A little squeak at the overwhelming buzz made him grin and give you a blur of many more.

He started gentle, always looking up at you to catch an adorable avoidance of eye contact and make sure you liked what he did. His tongue was light, conscious of the metal and how to use it. He never sucked too hard.

But, as his fingers dug into your plush thighs, your sounds, the taste of your sex, your pleasure started to become more of a lifeline than a favor.

The tip of his tongue teased your entrance, and, well, you never thought much about what his nose could do for you before now.

You bit your bottom lip with a giddy hum and realized you were smiling.

Dabi didn't mind trying to get a bit of friction out of the cold mattress beneath him. You were so perfect, so right under his tongue that it didn't matter he wasn't getting his, anymore.

He sucked and lapped up most of the wet. The rest dripped, messy and ignored, from his chin. It was a struggle to not prod a couple of fingers into you, but the desire for his cock to be the first was stronger than his curiosity.

"Aa-h, fuck--," Your legs flexed in his grip, so he readjusted to keep you still, the way he wanted.

That fluttery thing he did with his tongue piercing was shoving you much closer to a finish than you were ready for. When it was just you, your own hands, it never built up this fast.

A knowing mumble, low and drunk against your clit, nursed you to a rushed, powerful climax, "That's it, baby, go 'head 'n cum for me..."

Tidal waves of bliss washed over you, drowning your senses in the aftermath and the addictive praise he gave you just for finishing.

His voice was so hot, you barely understood anything he said, but liked the way it sounded.

There was a ringing in your ears, a blur to your vision, but you felt okay. Relaxed, appreciated, satisfied, while he tore himself off of your swollen clit and slowly settled next to you. He moved your sleepy form to his liking.

[not meant to be cut off here but i had to limit the word count, next part will be up tomorrow night babes !! so sorry!]

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@ptv-hades @croomdoom @orenjineki @dxrkdreamer @mirayasimpinghard @whore-for-anime-men @moonlightmiya @tojicvmslut @all-in-the-fandoms @aether-crystal @starsforannie @zahra030208 @pigeons-are-rad

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[dumbkatsu]

Jun Wu relationship HC

Bcs I love jun wu and he deserves some love too...

Tags: Fluff and angst sorta, gender neutral reader

Warning: SPOILERS for the tgcf novel

A/N: So I’ve been “challenged” by @crimsonrainseekingflower bcs I was complainig abt the lack of tgcf x reader content and they said smth along the lines of: “If there’s no content you have to make it yourself”. Tbh that inspired me a lot. But anyways I haven’t written anything in a LONG time so I’m sorry for the messyness and things all over the place but this was just some brain dump with hc and some story too?Idk. I hope you enjoy it!

Ok to start off I think jw would spoil you rotten with gifts and sweet kisses every now and then. 

He does quick demonstrations of affection when officials are present (he kinda likes to see them all embarassed, it’s very funny to him) 

(Kinda backfires on Pei Ming)

But behind closed doors he’s so needy and touched starved that he would not let you go (yk also abandonment issues). Even if he has work to do he would hold your hand while working on some papers. His favorite place to grab you is by the hips ;)

His humour is unmatched. It’s very quirky and it’s full of sarcasm

Sometimes he makes a joke that the officials don’t quite get and you have to summon all of your spiritual energy to not laugh on the spot. Although you are wheezing in your private comunication array with him.

Once he was working non-stop and you saw he needed something to loosen up a bit, so you stole a document he was about to grab and ran for your life.

He caught you at Xuan Zhen’s mountain pinning you down, back against the grass.Then you two started laughing of the silliness of the situation.

After your laughter died down you looked to the side bringing his attention to the view of the sunset that layed uppon you. Safe to say it was a successful strategy.

I feel his love language are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation.

At least once a week you’ll have a date, wether it be a nice dinner or you would travel to the mortal realm and indulge in the city like and nature

Speaking of wich, when you go out with him on the city is so much fun! He knows all of the best viewpoints and the secret paradises like a quiet waterfall.

Going into the city to participate in festival festivities is also a sweet experience.

You get matching masks and share some tasty snacks from the busy stalls like tanghulu. It usualy ends up with you siting in the top floor of a tavern watching the city like and looking at the colorfull lanterns and hearing the laughter of children running through the streets.

On a more serious topic, at night he gets nightmares about Wuyong often and when he jolts up he senses your presence. Still there, still beside him after all he did. And somehow it eases him, but it doesn’t stop the feeling of insecurity lingering in his heart.

Sometimes his pain of the human face disease flares up and his nightmares become so unbearable that he coops up in his office working like a maniac for days with no rest.

On those days you practically have to almost phisically drag him to bed and lay him on top of your chest, stroking his hair and humming a soft lullaby and he will be sleeping in no time bcs of the fatigue.

Other times his mind starts playing tricks on him. His insecurities get the best of him and despite being the literal god of gods he still thinks that he’s not enough for you. All the sins he commited contrasted with your kind nature and unique outlook on situations makes him feel like you’re too good to be true. That you deserve better than someone with so much blood on his hands.

He told you his story before you got into a relationship bcs your trusting nature made him feel like home, a feeling that he almost forgot it existed. When he was done you said you needed time to digest the information but that you didn’t blame him.

The next day you personally visited Mei Nianqing to listen to his side of the story (undisclosing the fact that you already heard the story from jw)

When you came back you summoned a private meeting with him. The second he closed the door you hugged him tight. So tight he actually felt going out of breath for a second. 

He faintly heard you wisper “It’s ok A-Wu I don’t blame you. You are not alone anymore. I’m sorry I took so long to get back”

Tears welled up in his eyes but he didn’t let them fall and just hugged you tighter

And that’s when he knew that things might get a little better.

A/N: Ah it’s done. This is so messy I’m so sorry this is confusing. It went from happy fluff to angst XD

#tgcf fanfic #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #jun wu #tgcf x reader #hc #tgcf hc #tgcf headcanon #fanfiction #fanfic #hes so funny and for what #he might be evil but i still love him #jun wu x reader #heaven's official blessing #heavens official blessing #we love a broken man #he just needs a hug #yes he did bad things so what #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #tgcf x y/n #self indulgence time #self indulgence babey #self indulgence at its finest

[ghoulangerlee]

kisses on the forehead or kisses from behind for Malex😊

so it takes me a while to write oops, but I didn't quite have inspiration but then 3x08 happened and well... y'know. I GUESS this could be considered a 3x08 coda because it takes place after The Kiss sorta. I haven't watched 3x09 yet so.

So, this is just. sweet and syrupy smut; there's both forehead kisses and kisses from behind ;;

Really though, sometimes you just wanna see Michael fucking Alex and like, write what you wanna see and all that hahaha.

Posted on tumblr bc I'm in denial that I'm writing for this fandom oop. (Side note: If you wanna support a writer I do have a ko-fi :). Please be gentle this is the first time I've written smut since like, before April this year.)

it's all under the read more because it immediately starts as smut, sorry adlkfjd.

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Michael drops a tender kiss to the back of Alex’s neck as he settles on his knees between Alex’s spread legs, one hand curled around his thigh, shifting it outward until he’s spread just so.

Alex sighs out Michael’s name, turning his head to the side so he can watch the man from the corner of his eye—the early morning light is just now coming through the slats of the blinds, peeking through the curtains and it bathes Michael in a warm glow that almost makes everything feel like a dream.

It’s not though, a dream, finally after so much time apart, he—they can have this again, but slower now, less of a crash landing and more like coming home.

“This comfortable?” Michael’s voice is barely above a whisper, his words spoke into the soft skin behind Alex’s ear as he settles his weight down onto Alex.

A hum forces it’s way out of Alex’s throat, soft and pleased as he bends his other knee a little, using the leverage to push back against Michael, feeling where the other man is hard and ready, “S’good,” he finally manages, the words thick in his mouth, syrupy.

A soft hiss falls from Michael’s lips, the rush of cool air against Alex’s skin making him shudder, already so over sensitive from the soft, careful touches that Michael had woken him up with that morning. “I think we can make it better than just good,” he whispers, pressing another kiss behind Alex’s ear, “You up for it?”

Alex snorts softly, reaching back to halfheartedly swat at Michael’s side, the early morning must be getting to him, the new vulnerability of the two of them being together make Alex a little sentimental, a little honest, and before he can stop himself—“I’d been hoping for something like this for longer than I’d been willing to admit to myself.” He admits, voice quiet but clear, “I couldn’t dare to hope and now…”

Though he trails off, Michael seems to understand the implication as he shifts to the side, just enough to make the next kiss land somewhere near Alex’s lips, and when Alex turns his head just right, he catches Michael’s mouth in a kiss so sweet and slow that Michael’s weight presses him down more into the bed as a warm hand curls around his jaw, taking some of the strain off, holding him there for several long moments.

Distantly, Alex realizes that it’s Michael’s left hand, something that was once a reminder that what they had couldn’t be anything beyond a secret somewhere in the desert, but now—there’s no bandana wrapped around his hand anymore, there hasn’t been last night when Michael kissed him at the Pony, either, and something releases in his chest, something warm and happy—love.

“Michael,” Alex murmurs when they finally break apart, “Michael, I need—”

Michael’s lips press against Alex’s temple, “I’ve got you,” he whispers, dropping another kiss to his hairline before he pulls back, grabbing for the lube he’d tucked under his shin earlier, trying to warm it.

He smooths a hand down Alex’s back, shushing him softly when he makes a noise of discontent, “I’m not going nowhere,” he promises, voice low and full of intent, “Finally got you where I want you and I plan to take advantage of it.”

As he speaks, he’s squeezing lube onto his fingers, spreading it slowly as he closes the cap and drops it back down to bed, “Easy now,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Alex’s shoulder blade as he presses a finger into him slowly.

“Michael,” Alex breathes out then, at the careful, gentle touch, slow and easy like they’ve got all the time in the—

Oh. He realizes as Michael’s finger slides in deeper, they do have time now, they can afford themselves this luxury of taking things slow, of exploring each other and relearning everything that drives the other crazy.

“Michael,” he says again, clenching his fingers in the sheets, pressing his forehead against his wrist as he squeezes his eyes shut at the sudden onslaught of emotion that seizes him.

It’s new and he thinks, briefly that he might be moving way too fast in the grand scheme of things but this is what love feels like. This is what loving Michael Guerin is supposed to be.

Michael presses a kiss to Alex’s shoulder, “You still with me?” he murmurs, curling his finger in a way that has Alex gasping and shifting under him. “Seems like you’re thinking too hard for what’s going on right now.” He whispers the words into Alex’s skin, and Alex can feel the curl of his lips as he says it, playful and teasing.

“Thinking about you,” Alex manages, the words muffled into the skin of his wrist, “Always thinking about you.”

Michael hums at that, and Alex hears the click of the lube cap again before another finger presses inside him, the suddenness causing him to gasp, “I’m right here, baby,” he says, voice filled with soft amusement, “Don’t have to think that hard about me.”

When Alex groans this time, it’s mostly out of exasperation, “Michael,” he says, “Don’t be a dick.”

Michael laughs then, leaning over to press a kiss to Alex’s temple, “Darlin’,” he coos, “I’m just teasing you, helping you relax a little,” he murmurs, “Tryin’ not to blow my load while I finger you, baby. Thinkin’ about how after all this time, it finally feels like I’ve come home.”

“Jesus,” Alex groans, “I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that,” he says, with the slightest hint of desperation in his voice.

Michael hums, pressing another kiss to Alex’s temple, “Think you can handle another?”

“Could probably take you now,” Alex murmurs, shifting under Michael again, a little in impatience, a little to get friction against his dick, “Didn’t want to come across as too easy or too much so soon, but—”

Michael shushes him again, “I’ve always liked how easy you get for me,” he whispers into Alex’s ear, “How much you wanted to be with me back then. Always eager to get your hands on me, always wanting mine on you…” he smiles when he feels Alex shiver, “It’s okay to want things, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you get them.”

Alex makes a punched out sort of noise, “I want to feel you,” he admits quietly, shifting under Michael again, “Next time, we can go slower, you can draw it out for hours if you want, I just…”

“I’m going to hold you to that offer for next time,” Michael murmurs with a smile, “I’d love to get you all desperate and eager for me, keep you like this for however long I want,” he presses a kiss to Alex’s temple, then cheek, then jaw, “But this time, we’ve both wanted this for so long, I’d be a fool to draw it out for much longer.”

Alex makes some sort of noise in agreement and within the next few minutes, Michael is carefully sliding his fingers out of Alex, pressing a lingering kiss to the center of his back before the weight disappears—

Before he can think too much, before his lust addled mind can protest, Michael’s back, and suddenly, Alex’s need to see Michael kicks his hard in the ribs, “Michael, Michael,” he says, and his voice sounds strange to his own ears, “Michael, I want to see you, please.”

Michael’s weight disappears for a moment, and then his hands, warm and only the slightest bit sticky from lube are on his sides, helping him roll over until he’s spread out almost in the center of the bed, staring up at Michael with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“There you are,” Michael says with a warm smile, settling between Alex’s spread legs, his palms resting against Alex’s inner thighs now, pushing outward just enough for Alex to feel the stretch of it, “Like this?”

Alex nods, pushing himself up with one hand so he can curl his other arm around Michael’s shoulders, pulling him down until their chests are pressed together, tilting his head up so he can meet Michael’s lips in a kiss—he throws every single feeling he can’t put into words into that kiss, curling his fingers into the back of Michael’s hair, tugging him closer.

Michael goes easily, one hand gently cupping Alex’s jaw to kiss him back just as sweetly.

“I love you,” Alex whispers when they part, breathing heavily, lips parted and red, tempting and Michael kisses him again, harder this time, a little more desperate.

Michael pulls away moments later, resting their foreheads together, “I love you too,” he whispers into the space between their lips.

Alex smiles up at him, his cheeks flushed, eyes bright and happy and Michael makes a soft noise, “Jesus, Manes, you’re going to kill me.”

“Only in good ways, I hope,” Alex says, running his fingers through Michael’s hair, “Now,” he murmurs, nudging Michael’s side with his knee, “I believe we were in the middle of something?”

Michael huffs softly, fondly, shaking his head at Alex before leaning down for another quick kiss, “You’ve got me all distracted again,” he mumbles, leaning back as Alex drops back down onto the bed, laughing softly to himself and looking so happy that Michael almost wishes he could take a picture of this moment and keep it somewhere he can look at it whenever he feels the self-doubt sink in.

“Let me distract you in other ways, then,” Alex says with a grin, finding the lube, half wedged under his thigh now, “I think you know what to do from here, right?” he asks, tilting his head in question.

Michael shakes his head, laughs and takes the lube from Alex, shifting closer as he squeezes some lube into his palm, “You’re the one who kept distracting me,” he says, hissing softly as he takes himself in hand.

Alex bites his lower lip as he watches Michael touch himself, “Uh huh, just giving you a chance to get yourself under control so it’s not over in two minutes,” he teases, raising an eyebrow at Michael when he looks up, “Now come on,” he says, somewhat impatiently. “I need you, Michael.”

Michael huffs softly, uses the hand already around his dick to steady it as he pulls Alex’s hips further into his lap, pressing the head teasingly against where Alex wants him the most—he waits, listens to the hitch in Alex’s breath before he pushes inside, slow.

It’s incredible, like coming home all over again and something that now Michael’s sure he could never live without.

Alex’s hands grab for Michael’s biceps, head pushing back against the bed as he moans, half Michael’s name, half gibberish, curling one leg around Michael’s lower back, trying to pull him closer.

“I’ve got you,” Michael whispers, breathless, leaning close to press kisses along the curve of Alex’s jaw, “I’ve got you baby,” he repeats, feeling one of Alex’s hands come up to cup the back of his neck, holding him close, “Fuck, you feel amazing, so good for me, Alex.”

Alex makes a soft noise, shifting his hips further into Michael’s lap, “I missed this,” he admits with a sigh, sliding his palm up Michael’s arm, across his shoulder, “Missed us being together like this, feeling you like this.” He tilts his head, catching Michael’s lips in a sweet kiss. “You can move,” he murmurs into it. “I’m ready.”

The first several thrusts are slow, a little shaky, as if Michael can’t seem to believe he’s actually allowed to have this again, that this isn’t a dream, that Alex is here and real under him, whispering soft words of pleasure against his mouth.

Michael rests his forehead against Alex’s shoulder and Alex’s arms come around him, holding onto him as each near breathless affirmation grows in volume, Alex’s hands petting along his upper back, nails scratching against skin so gentle that Michael almost wants to cry—

“Faster,” Alex murmurs into Michael’s ear, palms spreading out against Michael’s skin as he digs his heel into Michael’s lower back, “Wanna feel it, Michael,” he whispers, “Wanna feel you all day, wanna remember this when I’m alone,” he drags his nails lightly up the center of Michael’s back, feeling him shudder under his touch, feels his hips quicken, feels the way Michael grabs him with both hands, hitching him higher into his lap, “That’s it—”

Michael makes a noise, something low and guttural as he pulls back from Alex’s shoulder, his lips finding Alex’s in a desperate kiss; deepening it almost immediately in a way that has Alex groaning into it, digging his nails harshly into Michael’s back.

“Gonna make you come first,” Michael mumbles as he pulls away, “Touch yourself for me, show me how good I’m making you feel, baby.” He brushes his nose gently against Alex’s before he’s glancing between them, watching Alex wrap a hand around himself, trying desperately to keep up with the quick pace Michael’s set.

It doesn’t take long after that, never takes long when they really get into it, Alex realizes somewhere distantly, they’d always been compatible sexually, everything about it explosive and mind blowing no matter the situation—but now, with Michael pressing kiss after kiss to every inch of exposed skin he can reach, with Michael whispering soft words against his shoulder, his chest, fucking into him just right, Alex can’t help himself—he gasps Michael’s name, long and low as he arches, feels Michael’s hand cover his as he comes, and together they stroke him through it until he’s sensitive and gasping, nudging their hands away with a shudder of almost too much.

Alex pulls him into another kiss, mostly gasping against Michael’s mouth, quietly urging Michael to keep moving, to keep going; half words of love and praise fall from his lips as Michael breaks away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Alex’s shoulder again, holding his hips tight enough to leave behind bruises and—fuck what a thought that is, and if Alex could get hard again, he probably would, at the thought of Michael marking him in a way that no one could see but the both of them would know.

“Come, Michael,” Alex whispers, tangling his fingers in Michael’s hair, giving it a light tug, turning his head to press a wet kiss to his temple, “Come for me, baby, let me feel you,” he murmurs, wrapping his free arm around Michael’s shoulders, holding onto him tight even as the shocks of overstimulation become just on the side of too much—he gasps when Michael’s teeth close over his skin, right on the curve of his shoulder and with one more good tug of his hair, Michael’s swearing softly into his skin, hips moving in quick, short thrusts as if he can’t help it.

Alex feels the warmth, the way Michael’s thrusts taper off until he’s pressed as close to Alex as he can, buried deep inside him, gasping wetly against his shoulder as he comes down from his high, Alex’s hands gentle now, one petting over his sweaty back, the other gently scratching Michael’s scalp.

“Fuck,” Michael eventually mutters, pulling back so he can look down at Alex, “We’ve still got it, huh?” he asks, face adorably flushed, looking completely fucked out as Alex feels and Alex laughs, gently pulling Michael down into another kiss.

Michael goes to pull back, to separate them, to clean up, but Alex just makes an impatient noise against his mouth, tugging him deeper into the kiss, into his embrace, until Michael’s weight is resting fully on Alex, pressing him down into the bed.

When they finally do separate, Alex laughs a little, brushing Michael’s hair back from his face, “I know we should clean up, maybe get breakfast, but I kind of want you right here for a little bit longer.” He admits softly, framing Michael’s face with his hands. “We have a lot to do still and I’m not ready for this to end just yet.”

“The afterglow?” Michael asks, leaning into Alex’s touch, eyes fluttering closed, smiling when Alex hums in reply. “I think we can stay like this a little bit longer, don’t think the world’s gonna end just yet.

Alex glances over at the window, where the curtain’s parted just enough to let in the early morning light—and Michael huffs a little, waves his hand as the curtains close on their own, the room suddenly a little darker than before.

“Michael,” Alex says, snatching his phone out of the air from where it’s floating just beside them, “What—”

“Set an alarm, give us an hour, and then, we’ll get ready and go save the world,” Michael says, “I think we can afford that, don’t you?”

Alex looks between his phone, at the time across the screen—it’s not even nine yet, and then he looks down at Michael who’s staring up at him with such a look of love that Alex’s heart seizes in his chest, “Okay,” he finally says, “Okay, yeah,” he blindly fumbles his way through setting an alarm, tossing his phone down onto the bed when he’s done, “An hour. Breakfast then? We can go to the Crashdown, together,” he says, extra emphasis on the word together.

Michael’s smile is bright, and he leans down, presses a kiss to Alex’s mouth, “I knew I could convince you,” he says, shifting enough to rest his head on Alex’s chest, “An hour for us and then we’ll face the world together.”

#malex #rnm #my writing #i find that posting this on tumblr vs ao3 just makes me feel better #bc i dont feel like i should write for this fandom??? IDK #i might crosspost to ao3 eventually bc i do like this fic

[saeryuart]

Ikevamp Hugger Tiers

... Welcome to the first and last piece of writing I’ll likely ever post on here lmao. I couldn’t get this outta my head and this happened XD If your guy happens to be one of the lower tiers, sorry! 

The entire list is just how I think it would go, soooo yeah. Though funnily enough, the guys listed in the tiers themselves aren’t necessarily in order lmao. 

Includes Vlad and Charles! Because it’s gonna be a long af post, writing is under the cut!

TOP TIER HUGGERS

Napoleon:

-Honorary member #1 of the #GotThisSquad

-Man radiates big bro energy, and if you don’t know it right now, you WILL know it when he takes you in his arms. They’re warm, strong and protective.

The kinds of hugs he tends to give vary between being playful or protective. If he’s feeling playful, he’d probably hug you from behind and murmur teasing, loving remarks in your ear. He’s particularly fond of nuzzling his cheek in your hair.

-Man’s also got big hands, great for holding your waist, along with other things mhmmm~ ;)) they’re great for making you feel even more secure than you normally would, and that’s saying a lot

-With his hugs, he wants to tell you he’s not only protecting your body, but your heart and soul if you’re willing. They’re all encompassing, and are always gonna have you feeling safe, no matter what

-Sleepy hugs are arguably the best kind of hugs to receive from him though, bc all filters are off. Any reservations the man might normally have are gone as he pulls you into bed to hug the life outta you 

-Hope you don’t have any important plans for the day bc you’ll be stuck there with his face buried in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into you like a cat. 

-Please hug him, you won’t regret it. .... If you don’t have plans.

Overall rating: 9/10

Comte:

-Leader of the #GotThisSquad, man knows what he is doing

-He’s super observant of people by nature, so he’ll know immediately what it is you want. You someone that’s more energetic and wants tight hugs? That’s what you’re gonna get. You’re a shy, hesitant bean that isn’t quite used to contact? He’s gotchu girl~ He’ll hold you gently but loosely, so you have the chance to step away if you want to

-but if he had it his way, he would put the person in the gentlest but secure hold. Especially fond of having his hands stroke their hair and back.

-Speaking of which, his hands are like magic, able to melt your worries and tensions away. They just coax you into relaxing in his arms

-He personally prefers to be the one doing the holding, but if you want to spoil him, you don’t need to work that hard to convince him - running your fingers through his hair is a surefire way to make a contented sigh escape his lips.

-It’s a bone-deep kind of satisfaction that Comte wouldn’t trade for anything in the world, cherishing the person in his arms

-It doesn’t matter whether you’re happy or sad, he’s your go-to person if you’re in need of a hug

Overall rating: Sugar Daddy/10

Vincent:

-Final member of the #GotThisSquad.

-Like a warm summer day, his hugs are super soft and sweet. Somehow, despite being a painter and hardly stepping out of the mansion, he smells like freshly washed sheets.

-His hands are gentle and soft, but a little calloused from constantly washing and handling his art supplies and paintings.

-While holding you, expect sweet nothings to be whispered in your ear. Man loves you so much, he has to make sure you know everything that’s in his thoughts, EVERYTHING.

-His fingers tend to absently trace all the little things he loves about you; your hair, your cheeks, your lips, the way your eyes shine when they reflect his own loving gaze in yours... it all makes him want to hold you more and never let go.

-Particularly fond of holding your hand while hugging you, intertwining your fingers together as naturally as breathing. Also enjoys touching foreheads with your own, staring into your eyes.

-He hopes he makes you feel as beautiful as he sees you.

Overall rating: Sunshine Boi/10 **sobs** 

HIGH TIER HUGGERS

Leonardo:

-BLAST FURNACE.

-This man is a portable heater who can’t stand not being in your arms for 0.000001 seconds. Especially when he’s ready to take a nap.

-Great during Winters, but the Summer... welp. Run MC. Other than that though, he gives great bear hugs.

-He’s so huge, he literally dwarfs any and everything under that hugeass coat. TBH you’ll either hate it or love it, depending on how good your blood circulation is lmaooo

-Man likes giving back hugs when in a teasing mood, but when he’s feeling more romantic, he prefers you to be facing him. Odds are, he’ll be pulling you into his arms, hand tucking the back of your head into his chest.

-His bear hugs are reassuring, those broad arms and strong chest doing wonders in making you feel safe and secure. Depending on how tall you are, he’d pull you into his chest or the crook of his neck. ... And did I mention that chest? Damn Daddy.

-Odds are, he’s gonna smell like tobacco too. If you don’t like that sorta thing, that could be something of a turnoff. Man’s a giant too, so odds are you’re going to be an armrest half the time, rip.

Overall rating: 8/10

Arthur:

-Like his personality, his hugs are playful and endearing. He LOVES cuddles and by Jove, if Arthur Conan Doyle wants cuddles, he WILL get cuddles.

-Repeat after me. CLINGY. MAN.

-It’s practically canon that, like a puppy, he wants your attention on him ALL THE TIME. So eye contact is a must, lots of small kisses peppered across your face to make you laugh; your laughter never fails to make his heart skip a beat.

-Skinship is practically a requirement, it’s Arthur’s love language. Up there with gift giving.

-He loves holding your waist while breathing in your scent in the crook of your neck. He wants to be enveloped by you, your presence assures him more than anything. But that doesn’t mean the hugs are a one-sided thing, either.

-If in a particularly good mood, he’ll hum some random English tune while swaying you side to side. Sometimes, that swaying might evolve into a full-blown dance, with him twirling you around the mansion floor with laughter.

-With you, he always wants you to feel as good as you make him, for you bring out the best side of him.

Overall rating: 8.5/10

Vlad:

-0/10, momma didn’t raise you to fall for no shady man, wouldn’t recommend.

-KIDDING, I’M KIDDING. .... Mostly.

-Bc he’s such a shady man with little to no experience in physical contact, one would think a hug from him would be the worst idea one could have if they ignored his pretty face and bewitching eyes-

-Warning: Once he’s in love, his hugs are the singular most addicting thing besides his kisses. MAYDAY, MAYDAY, ABORT!! Man is dangerously attractive, and he knows it.

-Bc he’s always around flowers, he always smells great. Like nectar from the sweetest flower, his sweet, honeyed words would coax you over until, before you know it, you’re trapped within his arms.

-He’s not planning on letting go either, because only he deserves to see such beauty and tend to it. As far as he’s concerned, the other weeds he calls ‘men’ could be nipped in the bud ok that’s enough flower puns, I promise.

-His hugs are unbelievably gentle, but possessive. You’ll be handled so delicately, you’d wonder if he mistook you for glass - no, even glass was handled with less care than how he’s holding you right now.

-He has to have eye contact while holding you. No exceptions. He has to know, what are you thinking right now? If you feel like breaking away, surely he has other ways of convincing you...

Overall rating: Intervention/10

Charles:

-TACKLE HUUUUUUGSSSS

-Hope you have a strong back, because he won’t be able to resist glomping you over half the time.

-If he’s particularly excited, he’ll be playfully swinging you around after. You getting dizzy? Tooooo bad, maybe after a couple more minutes. As long as you don’t throw up, babe~

-Man may be a doctor but dammit, he has the right to cuddle his honey, too! Hmm, this sounds familiar. Must be a doctor thing.

=Nose boops and cheek rubs. All that disgustingly cheesy and playful shit that makes anyone watching gag from the diabetes. 

-If he’s feeling mischievous enough, he might bury his nose into the crook of your neck to blow hot air on your skin to make you squirm. It never fails to make him giggle.

-His main focus is making you laugh and have a good time, nothing else matter.s He likes the way laughter makes your eyes crinkle juuust right~

Overall rating: 7.5/10 bc his hugs will break someone’s back one day-

MID-TIER HUGGERS

Dazai:

-A surprisingly decent hugger.

-One wouldn’t think him capable of giving hugs with such genuity and emotion, unless you were the person he were doing it to. These special hugs are especially private, reserved for the irreplacable person in Dazai’s life.

-Despite his appearances, he is a compassionate person deep down, and wants to see you happy. Especially as the one who taught him to care for his own life.

-Like Arthur, he likes making you laugh. With his arms encircling your middle from behind, he likes giving surprise tickles to make you squeak and jump, promting his own quiet chuckles. Your reactions never fail to amuse him.

-His hugs are literally breathtaking, because you’ll be too busy squirming with breathless laughter to escape out of his arms. It makes his eyes light up in a way that’s startlingly different from the smile he shows the others; the closest thing to a true smile.

-For more somber moments, he holds you like he’s never going to hold you again. You can feel how much he cherishes you with how gently but securely he embraces you. He likes doing it from behind so you don’t have to see the pained expression on his face as he holds your hand for comfort.

-The only real downside is that again these hugs are especially private, so no one else gets to see. A shame too, or not, depending on how you look at it. uwu

Overall rating: Soft sad boi/10 whoops I kinda accidentally turned this into angst.

Isaac:

-Awkward Blushy Boi #1.

-Bc he’s so awkward and shy, his hugs are gonna be stiff af at first. He might not even respond at all, depending on how startled he is. Or how fast you let go of him

-If you do let go first, he’s gonna be lowkey highkey disappointed.

-Good thing is, because his hands are so used to delicate work, his touch is gentle and precise. So if you’re sensitive to physical sensations, he’ll pick up on that. If he does manage to brush against a sensitive area, expect a ton of stammered apologies and red cheeks.

-At first, his initial touches are shaky and unsure. But when he starts to gain confidence, his hands are curious and careful.

-Give him some time to let the hedgehog bristles come down a bit, and you’ve got yourself a teddy bear. Unfortunately, his hugs are going to remain awkward for some time bc-

-wHAT IF HE HOLDS YOU FOR TOO LONG, WOULD YOU GET ANNOYED??? DOES IT COME OFF AS TOO CLINGY, WHAT IF- ***incoherent anxious screaming into the void***

-Error: Isaac Newton has stopped working.exe

-Once he gets used to you though, his hugs become super comforting. Boy’s a string bean, so his arms aren’t the most buff. But the way he holds you is so awkwardly sweet, you can feel the sincerity behind his actions.

-Please give him a chance, he’s so worth it T_T

Overall rating: 7/10

Jeanne:

-Awkward Blushy Boi #2

-Similarly to Isaac, he’s super standoffish at first, especially with the whole ‘don’t touch me, you’ll get dirty blah blah blah’ spiel sHUT UP AND LET ME LOVE YOU.

-Don’t expect him to ever initiate hugs, not at first. It’s a long work in progress with this man. But pls stick with him, he is so, so worth it.

-Jeanne isn’t a person that gives away affection lightly, so whenever he hugs you, expect him to mean it. You will be weak-kneed at the sheer compassion and warmth behind his actions, even through his gloves.

-But if you do ever hug him, even though it’s hesitant, he’ll never fail to hug you back bc he’s a soft boi that doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

-Despite having the tendency to push people away,his hugs are gentle and protective. They let you know you’re safe and not alone. Giver #2 of great comfort hugs.

-Once he’s comfortable, he’ll like the feeling of your bare skin against his palms, so he’ll start hugging you with his gloves off.

-Develops a habit of gently rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand; he likes how small they feel in his own. It makes him feel protective, renewing his vow of keeping you safe.

-Unfortunately, he gets points deducted for never initiating contact at first, as well as his hugs being rather stiff for a long time.

Overall Rating: 6.5/10 pls love-

Sebastian:

-Hugging? When you could be WORKING?? It’s more likely than you think.

-Man is normally reserved, and not one for physical contact. But his touch is surprisingly gentle and reassuring. Particularly if you’re feeling upset or stressed.

-He’s fond of back rubs and closeness as he’s holding you. Tucking your head under his chin, his hold is gentle but firm, reminding you of your good qualities and what he loves about you. 

-Because he’s not as remarkable as the other men in the mansion, he might need some extra reassurance that he’s good enough for you. He’ll appreciate it if you rub his back, especially after a rough day. 

-Under those gloves, his hands are rough and calloused from his work as a butler, but the way he embraces you couldn’t be more deliberate or careful.

-Sebastian considers you his little miracle, the fact that you came from the same timeline as him gives him a new level of comfort as a piece of home away from home.

-Despite his strictness during work, he makes sure you know how much you really mean to him. While he disapproves of PDA in front of the residents, he doesn’t mind sneaking a cuddle now and then... in privacy of course.

-But despite these qualities, the problem with Sebastian’s hugs is that they hardly get a chance to happen.

-Man is too busy working himself to death helping the mansion residents, and has an 18-hour work schedule everyday to spend time with you. Someone save him bls. You’ll be doing both of yourselves a favor.

Overall rating: Workaholic/10

LOW-TIER HUGGERS (I’m so sorry)

Theo:

-Ah yes, Hondje fetish man.

-Like his brusque personality, his grip may be a tad rough, but the way he holds you is protective and gentle. Likes holding the back of your head close to him, arm secure around your waist; he likes the feeling of you belonging to him

-Theo doesn’t really do comfort hugs. Unless your life was in danger or something, he’s much more likely to just pull you in when he feels like having cuddles hugs. Processing emotional depth greater than familial love is a bit of a learning curve for the man. He’s trying.

-His hold is possessive, but affectionate. He likes pulling you in close by the hip when in public; man claims he’s not big into PDA, but he’s proud of his girlfriend and WILL show that off, dammit. 

-Also claims he’s not clingy, but he’ll hold onto you for as long as physically possible until he has to let go. So you’d better not be thinking of going anywhere Hondje, not when you have your Master to please. Yeah, sure ok sounds fake but ok.

-He doesn’t initiate hugs often, but he likes holding you in quiet moments when you’re alone. Not that he’ll admit that out loud. Like Vincent, he likes touching foreheads with yours to stare into your eyes. They’re like the perfect works of art to him, a masterpiece he can stare at for hours. He likes how expressive they are, the way they light up in so many different ways whether you’re happy, angry or excited.

-Honestly, despite the loving shit I give him, he’s only barely in this tier for a couple reasons. But one of them is that he’s not really an affectionate kind of hugger. Theo’s the kind of guy that expresses his love through uh... other physical means. If you catch my drift~ >3

-All in all, his hugs are protective and strong, but also a little rough. Perfect if you want to be assured of your relationship and loved, but not really recommended if you’re looking for something comforting and soothing. 

-TLDR: His hugs are warm, but not versatile. Honest Tsunderes die if they are killed

Overall rating: 6/10

Mozart:

-Awkward Blushy Boy #3. The holy trinity is complete.

-Unfortunately, I’m gonna have to rank Mo as the worst hugger of the mansion guys for a couple reasons. One being his lack of human contact.

-Like Isaac, his hands are very careful. He cherishes you, and wants you to feel the devotion he has for you, so he often handles you as gently as he does his violets.

-But the stage to get there is unbearably long. Like, Jeanne kinda long. In fact, Mo is someone that, (even after he gets together with you), thinks that people only approach him when they have an angle, something to gain from him. But that doesn’t mean he holds back with you.

-His initial hugs are awkward at best, the but number of ways he hugs you is as innumerable as his compositions. A loving, encasing hug for a declaration of affection, a passionate intense embrace when recovering from a close call, entwining of fingers in a quiet moment... you’ll have it all. 

-He sometimes hums some songs in your ear while holding you, particularly if you’re upset. His hand will also be rubbing soothing and gentle circles in your back. Mozart is a passionate, empathic man deep down, and will accept nothing less than your complete comfort.

-Unfortunately, while his hands are beautiful and practically close to perfection in appearance, they’re awfully cold from poor circulation. Doesn’t help that he’s a literal vampire.

-The temperature difference is bound to make you jump a little, but he makes up for it with his gentleness. It’s also why he likes stroking your hair, entwining his fingers together around your waist so you don’t feel the cold as much.

-But the big reason points get deducted off is-

...... I see you reaching for the Purell, asshole. >:(

Overall Rating: Ice Hands/10

Shakespeare:

-D.... do i really need to explain this? ;;

-Don’t get me wrong, the man is very romantic. He never fails to whisper sweet words to sweep you off your feet. Hushed poetics and compliments flow out of his lips with ease, making you feel like a princess in his arms.

-However, like Mozart, his hands are cold from poor circulation. Not to mention... do you smell a hint of blood, coming from him? No, it’s just your imagination, he swears.

-Like the man himself, his embraces are very passionate. He loves holding you close by the waist, making sure your bodies are touching as much as possible. He’s rather fond of bringing a lock of your hair to his lips, kissing it with the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

-He’s also rather... possessive. When he’s feeling particularly sly, he embraces you sensually from behind, resting his chin on top your shoulder. The way his arms slowly rise to curl around your waist feel like the sweetest trap you can’t bring yourself to escape.

-He’s also one that silently demands eye contact. As he keeps a hold of your waist, he likes to cradle your cheek tenderly, the mismatched wild yellow and blood red faze staring into your soul. The way he searches your eyes for your secrets steals your breath away, as the devotion he pours into the act belies any falsehoods he might’ve told.

-Again, this man is very devoted. Loves you to the point of obsession, really, But would I recommend hugging him personally? Aha ha ha haaa... gimme a while on that one. When the knife he has in his pocket isn’t poking my stomach. And NO, I don’t mean the one you want.

Overall rating: Romantic until someone dies/10 (I SEE those knives sticking out of your coat pocket Shakes, I want your arms, not the damn Iron Maiden).

Faust:

-Man wants you as a guinea pig. Why would you want to hug that. 

-...  Idk enough of him to actually add more than that. Sorry lmao.

Overall rating: Death wish???/10

--- Wow, I am never doing that again sdlkfjsd. I think my wrists have died along with my sinuses making this post lmao. Hopefully everyone was relatively in character! If you actually managed to sit through all of this, you deserve a big round of applause, seriously. I think I’ll stick to drawing tho, kek.

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[dontasktheradiodemon]

I Love You (3/14/2021)

Buddy I don’t even need to summarize this thread, I can just tag it with tropes like it’s a fic, here watch me go: #angst #hurt/comfort #anguished declarations of love #tw depression #tw suicidal ideation

Immediate sequel to this thread but reading it is optional. Basically, it’s nearly impossible to spend very long in Hell without developing a guilt complex and fantasizing about whether it’d be better to stop being; Alastor and Telly @usedhearts open up to each other about theirs.

Frankly it’s a startling display of mutual emotional vulnerability and I’m proud of them both.

Sir Pentious

whenever he came back from that, what did he do

cause it said he went right to telly so 👀

Alastor

Initially? Probably just tracked him down in whatever he was currently doing and went “can I hold you”

Sorta, holding it together by a thread barely

Sir Pentious

telly probably noticed but just 'yes' and let him Hold Him no matter how grimy he was at the time

Alastor

And he’ll be content with that for about three minutes before that one thread starts fraying and he goes “... can you hold me”

Sir Pentious

thats all it takes for him to coil around alastor and hold him Tight

Alastor

Curls up tight in him and sobs on his shoulder.

Sir Pentious

telly just holds him TIGHTER

makes little comforting/soothing sounds

he doesnt know why he's upset but he will be there for him

Alastor

They’re just both gonna be grimy and that’s Fine.

Sir Pentious

so very grimy

they can take baths later

Alastor

When he’s finally capable of attempting coherent speech again the first thing he’s gonna get out is “I never, ever, ever want to leave you.”

Sir Pentious

telly just takes his face in one hand and cradles it so gently and just 'ok, alright, you don't have to.'

give him a kiss

forehead kiss bc he's probably snotty

Alastor

He’s definitely snotty. He’s full on ugly sobbing.

Sir Pentious

oh hes probably not smiling huh

i think thats probably the first time telly sees that

Alastor

NOPE, he lost that sometime while he was hiding in Telly’s shoulder.

First time Telly’s seen him with the mask off

Sir Pentious

god thats got him WORRIED and he just HUGS HIM AGAIN NICE AND TIGHT AND COILED

telly: ive got you. ive got you, im here, it's alright...

Alastor

He’s just gonna keep clinging as hard as he can, he got out One sentence and now he’s sobbing too hard to talk again.

It’s a lot of radio static and feedback noise

Sir Pentious

telly is just going to KEEP HOLDING HIM god himself couldnt pry this snake off this deer and would get bitten and injected with venom for trying

Alastor

He’ll gradually stop sobbing and the shaking will decrease to shivering

Sir Pentious

telly's just going to hold him through it all, pet his hair, massage at the base of his ears, everything he can do to soothe him

Alastor

Mumbles his gratitude and an apology for interrupting telly’s work

Sir Pentious

telly: no no don't apologize. i love you and i want to be here for you. my work will still be there. id much rather know that you're alright and have it be interrupted than you be upset or hurting and you not come to me for fear of interrupting me.

Alastor

Mumble mumble he could have handled it himself

Sir Pentious

telly: i don't _want_ you to have to handle it yourself. i'm here for you, alastor. i want you to know that you can come to me whenever you need me and i'll be here.

Alastor

Tries to say three different things but chokes on them all and just wheezes out another thanks.

Sir Pentious

he just gets a squeeze and a kiss to the nearest him surface

Alastor

He keeps holding on until he can get a small, tired smile fixed back on his face, and then he pulls back to say “Thanks” again.

Sir Pentious

he gets another forehead kiss and then telly gonna lead him to the bathroom and they are taking a BATH they are now both covered in grim AND snot

Alastor

You know, that’s fair. Bath time. Strips down to boxers, climbs in with Telly, and Clings again. ... and sorry about Telly’s clothes, he’ll clean them before the snot fossilizes

Sir Pentious

Those were his dirty work clothes, it's fine, the Eggs will wash them. But it is BATHTIME, and they are both getting a scrubbing. Moreso Telly than Alastor tho.

Alastor

... can Alastor get a scrubbing too

Sir Pentious

Absolutely!

A softer scrubbing than Telly gets

Alastor

He’s going all jelly-eyed again. It’s ok he’s fine.

Sir Pentious

He gets a nice wash cloth and a nice gently scented soap, and a boyfriend to hum to him as he kinda reverently cleans him.

Alastor

He gets self-conscious SO fast, he’s gonna hold his breath and slide under the water. It’s fine he’s fine

Sir Pentious

Telly just smiles and giggles bc that's cute, you're cute Alastor. Probably wraps his tail tip around Alastor's ankle to gently and playfully tug him thru the water.

Alastor

!!! Grabs Telly’s wrists to pull him down into the water.

Sir Pentious

Now they're both underwater!! Gonna tussle with a sea serpent in his natural element, huh, Alastor!! Play time, silly mode ACTIVATED

Alastor

GOOD he’s ready to wrestle. He’s trying not to laugh, he doesn’t want to inhale water.

Sir Pentious

Time to PLAY and WRASSLE!!

Tumbling and splashing and a big grinning snake!!

Alastor

Alastor’s got a surefire way to win this wrestling match! He’s gonna GRAPPLE THE SNAKE COMPLETELY. ... basically he’s just hugging him. Hi.

Sir Pentious

Grapple the snake and the snake grapples back. Now you're wrapped in a tail Alastor, and getting a mermaid kiss.

Alastor

Oh no, what shall he do. This definitely wasn’t his plan. Totally wasn’t. Not at all. Nope.

Sir Pentious

Kiss kiss fall in love, and he's rising up out of the water, because he wants that mouth OPEN for TONGUE.

Alastor

When they get out of the water, Alastor breaks the kiss—sorry, not going for tongue this time

Sir Pentious

Telly blinks and just brief pouting, but holds him close all the same. Kisses cheek instead.

Alastor

“Sorry. Just... tired.” Considering he sobbed about half the liquid out of his body earlier,

Sir Pentious

Wipes the wet hair off his forehead and then kisses it. "That's fine. Come on then, lets get out and dry off. Would you like a snack before bed?"

Alastor

“I need a drink. Not a drink-drink, just a drink. Fluids.”

Sir Pentious

"Of course. I'll get you some water, once we dry off."

Alastor

A nod. He’s still in a quiet mood.

Sir Pentious

Telly gonna carry him out of the bath and set him on a rug. Get towel and start drying him

Alastor gets dried first because Telly Must Care For Him.

Alastor

He puts up a token struggle against this but okay as long as he goes next.

Sir Pentious

He will. Alastor gets handed a Towel and offered his pick of head or tail.

Alastor

Head this time.

Sir Pentious

He Offers Himself on Alastor's drying alter.

Alastor

Alastor Shall Dry This Offering. And while he does he says hesitatingly, “You don’t have to ask if you don’t want to. But you can if you want.” Because it’s been weighing heavily on him as Really Fucking Weird that he just unloaded a hurricane on Telly’s nice jacket and at no point did Telly ask what that was all about

Sir Pentious

He considers it and shrugs a little. "That depends: Do you want to tell me, or would you rather not tonight?"

Alastor

He has to think about it a moment. “I think you should know.”

Sir Pentious

"Alright. Then tell me."

Alastor

Thinks about it; but then just keeps drying.

Sir Pentious

Telly just looks up at him and blinks. "Well?"

Alastor

Stops drying again. “You’re sure?” Listen, this is hard to share,

Sir Pentious

"Yes. If it had you that upset and you say that I _should_ know, then I would like to know."

Alastor

He shouldn’t have said that. He wraps the towel around Telly, hugs him, and sighs. Okay.

Sir Pentious

He's just going to lay there on the rug with Alastor, and the towel wrapped around him. And state with his big ole eyes.

Alastor

No... Not the big ole eyes... That makes this harder. He’s gotta look away. “I... don’t want to be... here.” YEAH ALASTOR GREAT START, SUPER CLEAR, RADIO HOST OF THE YEAR

Sir Pentious

A very confused furrowed brow. "Meaning what?"

Alastor

“In Hell. In—existence.” He swallows hard. “Hell wears you down. It—rubs your soul raw. It sandpapers you off a bit at a time. And I’m—I’m tired.”

Sir Pentious

A soft, concerned look and a hand cupping his face. "Oh, love...I can understand that feeling. I'm...I'm tired too. It is very tiring. Before I met Hel, I'd been close to giving up entirely. And then before I met you, I'd been ready to check myself into that hotel, just to see if it was possible. Something to change the tedium...."

Alastor

“I spend so much of my time going on walks. I don’t have anything else to do but go on walks.” He covers Telly’s hand with his own so he can press into it and shuts his eyes. “Almost every year, I wonder whether this is going to be the year that I decide to go for a walk when the angels come.”

Sir Pentious

And his heart clenches so tightly in his chest. "Don't." The word is soft and unbidden, desperate.

"There have been many a year where I've felt the same...where I thought it would be better to just end it. But I didn't. Mostly out of spite, but that can only get you so far. I like having love to live for better. Or exist for. Neither of us are living." A dry, bitter, short chuckle.

Alastor

His heart skips a beat at the word, so pronounced he flinches at the odd th-thump. Still not used to those. “I won’t. *I never want to leave you.*” He pulls Telly close. “And you’ll stay here?”

Sir Pentious

"I will." It's a promise, a swear, and he can't help but sit up to kiss him, at least once. "Don't leave me and I'll stay here, too."

Alastor

Alastor returns the kiss; it’s not a formal pact with magic and all, but it feels like one. “Then we’ll both stay.” He presses his forehead to Telly’s, eyes still shut. “It’s... heavy, though.”

Sir Pentious

"I know. Damn it, do I _know_. Humans like us, we weren't meant to be eternal. It _fucks_ with us, especially knowing that we've already died. But you have me now. And I have you. And if we share our loads, it won't seem as heavy." He may be crying, just a bit, and luckily only from the face eyes.

Alastor

“Knowing we’ve died—and knowing we aren’t *worth* eternity. I know I’m not. I know Hell is a punishment, but—sometimes it feels so *generous.*”

But he nods, slightly, with their heads still together. “But—I have you and you have me. And good God, am I glad I do.”

Sir Pentious

"I understand. I know exactly what you mean." Sighs and wraps his arms around him.

"I'm glad to have you too. I...I love you." A small kiss.

Alastor

"I love you, too." And it hurts like hellfire to say. It's the thing keeping him chained here, and it's also such a part of the reason why Hell hurts at all.

He presses his face to Telly's shoulder; this time, at least, his crying is quiet.

Sir Pentious

His breath catches and the tears come again, more freely. He can feel the eyes on his tail beginning to leak as well, can't control it in the moment. Telly's arms wrap more tightly around Alastor, and one of his hands moves up to stroke and card through his hair. He squeezes his eyes (on his face) shut again, he shakes with quiet sobs, holding Alastor to him as if everything depended on keeping him close.

Alastor

He holds Telly just as tightly, an arm around his back and an arm around his shoulders. Guilt twists in him at being the one to make Telly cry; but Alastor’s not crying hard, this time around he can support Telly through his sobbing.

Sir Pentious

They're not hard sobs, instead soft little things, hiccups more like, and along with them comes a soft chorus of "Love you, love you, love you." The amount of emotions that are roiling around inside of him, who knows if the crying is sadness, happiness, or something else. But there is an overabundance and he is letting it out.

Alastor

And Alastor will keep supporting him until it’s all out, the same way Telly did earlier. He briefly lowers one hand to Telly’s tail and gently tugs, encouraging him to coil around Alastor if he wants. He can deal with a dozen eyes crying on him.

Sir Pentious

The tail barely needs any encouragement, it is up and coiling in an instant, squeezing Alastor's lower half. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely very tight. Telly doesn't take too long to calm, the tears stopping and his breathing evening out. Then he's just breathing deeply against Alastor, still holding him tight, but with less desperation.

Alastor

Alastor rubs Telly’s back as the tears slowly stop coming. Once Telly’s breathing has steadied, Alastor murmurs, “How do you feel?”

Sir Pentious

"I'm not sure. I'm happy, but tired, and sad that you felt so tired, too."

Alastor

“I don’t want you to be sad on my behalf.” He sighs quietly. “But if there’s happiness in there too...”

Sir Pentious

"I can't help it, I love you, and knowing that you hurt, it hurts me too. But that's not to say 'don't tell me when you're hurting' because I _want_ to know. So that I can help if I can. Or just hold you, if that's what you need. But I'm happy because you love me, and you're here with me, and we can help each other. And that is what's most important, more than anything." A soft sigh in return, and a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

Alastor

“That’s the worst part of this whole thing, isn’t it? We’ve got to carry each other’s pain on top of our own—and then we feel guilty for paining each other.” Alastor laughs ruefully. “But I’m here for you. For whatever damage control we can do.” He returns the kiss.

Sir Pentious

"It's quite something: you want your love to not hurt, but then your hurt hurts them, and they don't want you to hurt, but their hurt hurts you, and it's just another fucking ouroboros." He laughs, a bit of a hysterical tinge to it. "But I'll endure it. For you."

Alastor

“I’ve always thought there was something beautiful in the image of devouring oneself alive.” There wasn’t anything beautiful in *this,* but maybe he could find it. “I will, too. As long as I give you more happiness than unhappiness.”

Sir Pentious

Telly pulls back just a tad, enough to see Alastor's face. He cups it and kisses him, pressing their foreheads together again. "You already have."

Alastor

“Make sure I keep it up.” He cupped Telly’s face as well, running his thumbs over his cheeks. “We’ve only just gotten started, and there’s a long eternity ahead of us.”

Sir Pentious

"I will. I hold you to that." A bit of a smirk, and he's uncoiling, and grabbing the towel again. "I'm mostly dry but still a little damp. Let's finish up and get some water, _I'm_ thirsty now too."

Alastor

Huff. “*Right.* Of course.” He retrieves the towel he’d wrapped around Telly’s shoulders and helps, taking special care with the tear streaks around his many eyes. “We can try out another one of your herbal teas, see if this’ll be the one I like. I can whip up something or other to go with it.”

Sir Pentious

Telly smiles and finishes drying, before taking Alastor's hand. He kisses it and then wraps it around his arm to start slithering towards the kitchen. "Anything in particular you want to try tonight? Or should I just try and pick something that I think you'll perhaps like?"

Alastor

“Whatever you want. It still all tastes like fruity tea to me.” He laughs self-consciously. “I’ll get there.”

Sir Pentious

"Maybe something with some citrus? For a zest? I have a few mixes like that." They are now in the kitchen and Telly's going to get the kettle on and then dig around for the teas.

Alastor

“Sure, I could use some zest.” He starts rummaging around to see what he can make that goes with something citrusy. He’s got this place pretty well outfitted by now, if he says so himself.

Sir Pentious

"Alright, I have a green tea with orange, clove, and ginger. It's very tasty, has a good bite." He hummed as he got out the clear pot that he'd used before, and two cups.

Alastor

Green tea, what goes with green tea? He’s got no idea what goes with green tea. He can slap together some tea sandwiches that go with orange, clove, and ginger, though. “How does chicken sound?” And perhaps a more important question: “When did you last eat?”

Sir Pentious

Cue him pausing as his brain starts to work, trying to remember. "Ahhh...this morning? Breakfast, yes, I think that was when." Oh look how concentrated he is on pouring the water into the pot he is now.

Alastor

Maybe something a bit more substantial than a rinkydink tea sandwich, then. “Would you say that tea’s more clove-y or ginger-y?

Sir Pentious

He lifts the dried tea to his mouth to blelele and hums. "More clove-y."

Alastor

“Then let’s make that beef instead of chicken. Compliments it better without having to toss in a dozen other spices—and we don’t want to overpower the tea, do we...” He presumes they don’t want to, anyway. He checks the fridge to see what they’ve got on hand. Watch out, he’s switching into Cooking Mode.

Sir Pentious

Telly loves when he switches into cooking mode. He's just going to move the cups and the pot to the table and then settle in to watch.

Alastor

Okay, keep it simple—he grabbed some roast beef, onions, watercress, mayo, and some odds and ends to mix into the mayo that will *hopefully* compliment the tea, passing each ingredient one by one to his shadow to find a place for on the counter. Alastor swoops by Telly to give him a quick squeezing hug on his way to start prepping sandwiches—maybe a slightly longer hug. Maybe he’ll linger here a moment.

Sir Pentious

Oh! A hug, yes, a hug is good. Get that snake purring like an engine. He's very tempted to coil but he won't, he's getting hungry just watching.

Alastor

Okay, no, no getting emotional. Twice in one day is enough. He’s got fancy mayo to prepare. He lets go and hurries to the counter. “So. What’s... What were you working on earlier?” Don’t mind if his voice is a little rough, it’s fine.

Sir Pentious

"Oh, just more repairs. Installing new parts and making some delicate calibrations that the Eggs can't handle." He's watching Alastor and not even paying attention to the tea, that's gonna seep for a good while.

Alastor

“I ought to take an evening or two to help out with repairs.” He’s talking as much to himself as to Telly. “I keep coming over and *watching,* there’s no reason I can’t pick up a wrench or screwdriver and pitch in.”

Sir Pentious

"I'd love for you to help, I can get instruct you what to do just fine, I know how capable you are." A smile, and then he's re-noticing the tea and pouring a cup. Adds a little honey for sweetness and takes a satisfied sip.

Alastor

He passes over the first sandwich. “If it goes horribly with the tea: I’m sorry, forgive me, I did my best, it’s not my fault.”

Sir Pentious

Telly laughs. "I'm sure it will be fine, Alastor." He takes the sandwich and bites, and then takes a sip of tea, and then makes a very surprised and delighted noise. "Oh, that tastes wonderful."

Alastor

“Good!” He finishes his own, takes a bite—good—and pours some tea for himself to try—well, it still tastes like tea, but like, at least a tea that pairs well with the sandwich. “The good news is I think I’m starting to differentiate the taste of green tea from other teas.”

Sir Pentious

A smile. "Good! I'm glad. Maybe you're acquiring the taste for tea, at least a bit." A wink, and then he's back to eating. He finishes it far, far too fast-- Telly really does just inhale his food when propriety isn't a factor-- and then he's just sipping his tea. His tail slides over to curl around Alastor's calf.

Alastor

Alastor's taken two bites. He pauses before the third. "... Do you want another sandwich?"

Sir Pentious

Oh, shy snake look, and then a little nod. "Yes, please." And his tail retracts to let Alastor move.

Alastor

He waves his shadow over to do it and nudges Telly's tail with his foot. He's staying put.

Sir Pentious

Oh! Good, the tail is curling back around and holding him, and he smiles just so fond and bright. And another sip of tea.

Alastor

Alastor returns the smile—it still looks tired, but it’s just a little warmer when he meets Telly’s gaze. “I’m sorry I threw you off your schedule today.” Such as it was; Alastor was getting the distinct impression that Telly’s schedule was *however much I can get done today in as many hours as I can keep working.* “I’ll help you get back on track. And next time it’s your turn to have an emotional breakdown, all right?”

Sir Pentious

He laughs softly, and reaches over to take Alastor's hand, thumb stroking gently. "Alright, but you have to mop up after." A snicker.

Alastor

Alastor squeezed Telly’s hand. “It’s a deal.”

Sir Pentious

He hums and takes another sip of his tea, not letting go of Alastor's hand. "Is my other sandwich done?"

Alastor

Alastor glances over.

His shadow is just, sorta, standing there, awkwardly, holding a sandwich, watching this tender moment. Heyyy.

Alastor gestures. Go on, put the man’s sandwich down.

Sir Pentious

And he is devouring the sandwich, very happily. A contented snake.

Alastor

Well, for all Alastor’s flaws, at least he can help keep one snake fed—and that’s something, isn’t it? He continues eating his own sandwich. It’s a little awkward with one hand, but right now nothing could make him let go of Telly.

#usedhearts #chat log

[unholyplumpprincess]

Anything for you

For anon who asked: Not a prompt. well kinda. pls THINK about gibby and the "you want me to wear that?" line. like, my heart can't take it. he'd be so cute in lingerie or fishnets or even just a string, maybe heels. all blushy, trying to hide but getting flustered when you tell him how good and cute he looks

Oops I made this a full fic!!!! Tysm for suggesting Gibraltar bc I’m in LOVE with him!!!

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog if you like it :D

Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral/gender ambiguous, fluff, lingerie, Gibraltar likes being called pretty and has a praise kink, just very fluffy and soft nothing too bad just explicit!!!

Words: 1.8k

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Makoa Gibraltar was a romantic at heart.

It wasn’t hard to fall for him- c'mon, just look at him. Built like a real-life giant teddy bear with a kind smile and a contagious laugh. You’d met because you were one of the lead medics on standby in the medical bay for when legends would fall, or when they would become champion and need to limp their way back. You were specialized in both the robotics and the flesh that came through here, so you were scheduled to work quite frequently when a season was going on.

More than once you’d serviced him. Checking his vitals and going through the motions. Normally he’d crack jokes to you, ask how you were doing, all while he ignored the likely searing pain in his body. Sometimes he’d wince, but then beam up at you, dimples and all and go, “Ey, ain’t nothin’ I ain’t had worse of. You’ll fix me right up, right, doc?” And he always said it like he trusted everything in you and your heart would pound, you’d flush, and try to come up with something back.

You should have realized he’d been flirting. You should have realized it long before he’d asked you out all whilst rubbing the back of his neck and mumbling that maybe in the med-bay wasn’t the most ROMANTIC area to ask you out, but he couldn’t catch you off work.

You’d been so startled trying to catch what he had said that once your brain caught up, you’d finally shouted ‘yes’ a bit too loudly and enthusiastically. But, at least it made him laugh?

~Rest under the cut~

Now you were six months strong and found yourself watching the screens with more nervousness when Makoa was in the arena. You knew death didn’t happen in the arena, no, but the pain and fear were just as real. Yet, he was always so kind, big smiles and enthusiasm. One time when he’d been champion, he’d blown a kiss at the camera and said it had been for you. You hadn’t been able to talk straight for an hour.

Such a sweetheart.

Some days he was Makoa Gibraltar, Apex Legend, Apex champion, a face to be seen on a screen and to be admired.  

And some days? Some days he was just Makoa. Your boyfriend who liked to hog the blankets and squeeze you tight in the morning so you’d whine about having to go pee and laugh at you as you tried to squirm away.

Today? Today he was Makoa.

“You want me to...to wear that?”

You beam brightly, nodding your head enthusiastically as you look over at the outfit you’d lain out on a chair. Said outfit he was looking at couldn’t even count as an outfit. It was a soft baby pink baby doll, a split right beneath the chest to fan out in gorgeous lace. It came with a thong, one you’re sure wouldn’t hold him and the idea made you want to drool. You’d also lain out white fishnets and four-inch black stilettos.

“You said you wanted to get more in touch with your feminine side,” You gleefully state, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and hardly being able to lock your fingers together around him. You nose just below his shoulders where you can reach, giving him a squeeze. “Besides, you said you wanted to try wearing this sorta thing, why not start now? It’s in your size- isn't it preeeetty?”

“Ya must be the devil, baby.” Makoa laughs, causing your body to vibrate with the motion. He sounds embarrassed, and you just know his face is flushed and burning red.  

“Sooo...is that a yes?”

“For you, my love? Anything.”

--

You left your home for a little due to a call for work just to do a check up on Pathfinder’s processors. Not a problem, you lived close to the compound and it wasn’t anything difficult to walk to and from. Pathfinder is as chipper and thankful as ever, mentioning something about overheating but you’d checked his processors and they were all good to go. You offered for him to maybe lay off any activities that may be causing him to heat up, accepting his thumbs up of approval, and went on your way.

When you came home, the smell of Makoa’s shampoo was the first thing that hits you. He’d obviously had a shower a little bit ago when the warmth and humidity rolling out of the bathroom hits you as you pass it. And once you enter your bedroom, you figure out why. Not that, of course, you couldn’t take the hint but...

The outfit fit him perfectly. Right down to the heels. Makoa is sat on the edge of the bed, one powerful leg over the other, hands folded in his lap and face flushed red. His hair is down, showing the few streaks of gray from where he’d pulled his wavy hair over to one side to let it frame his face beautifully. His skin is still glowing from his shower, his tattoos all on display and making you bite your bottom lip.

“You look beautiful, baby.” You breathe out, dropping your bag on the floor next to the door and kicking off your socks and shoes. You pad over to where he is, watching him peek up from where he’d been looking at his lap and he offers you one of those award-winning smiles. Though it’s a bit crooked as if he’s shy.

“Can you stand up and do a twirl?” You playfully speak once you’re close enough, gently resting a hand over his thigh and leaning in to get a peek at his face. Immediately Makoa laughs, hands unfolding so he can cup your face adoringly between both of his warmed hands.

“Now ya just being selfish.” He playfully responds back, bringing you closer until his full lips can cover your own. You’re both smiling into the kiss, your nails lightly pressing to his thigh as you stand on your tiptoes to get a better angle for him.

Once you part, you bop your nose affectionately to his with a small laugh, “Aw, c’mon, didn’t you just say earlier that I could have anything?”

The reminder makes his eyes open, deep pools of brown that narrow playfully at his own words being twisted. You offer a grin in turn, bouncing your eyebrows twice to effectively make him laugh and shoo you back and offering you his seat.

You plop onto the bed like an excited child. Smiling brightly up at him as he stands in front of you, four inches taller than he normally is and near marking him at 7 foot. You don’t mask your attraction nor excitement as you bite your bottom lip, hands in your lap and practically bouncing in place.

You eagerly make a ‘go ahead’ motion with your head and that makes Makoa chuckle, rolling his eyes dramatically at you before doing a spin for you. He even goes so far as to grab the chair you’d had resting in the middle of your room where you most certainly did not have it JUST to put the clean clothed you didn’t want to fold into.

Okay maybe, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was now he’s bent over. Bent completely over, grasping the edge of the chair, legs splayed a bit, and showing you all his features. How his ass looks in the fishnets and thong, you’re right about the thong not being able to hold him, but seems the fishnets were doing a pretty good job in helping secure his cock to his body. His powerful, long legs look ever the more defined in heels and oh how his soft, muscular padding looked in the baby doll from the front was already beautiful, but now you get to see the strength in his arms flex from behind.

“Oh, Makoa...” You breathe out again, letting your eyes rake over his form and a whine blossoming from your throat. “Oh, this was such a good idea.”

You watch his shoulders shake briefly with a quiet laugh, only to watch them seize up when you shift off the bed. You let your hands wander down over his thick ass, squeezing appreciatively at his thighs and sliding one hand between his legs to cup at the bulge in his thong.

Makoa’s breath wavers, head falling forward and a small shake added to his body. You coo about how pretty he is again as you let both hands come up to grab at the top of his tights, rolling them down his ass with his thong and groaning at the sight of him.

Hearing his breath pick up as you slide your hands back between his thighs, you gently pat and make him spread his legs wider. His cock hangs between his legs, a thick girth rivaling your wrist. He’s a good seven inches and half chubbed up right now, he’s proportional to his body with his hair kept trimmed in this area. His balls are a good handful, heavy in your palm where you gently squeeze and roll them now just to hear him choke out a sound.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his ass. The flush of his hole makes you want to lick and suck and kiss and make him whine about how embarrassing it was for you to touch there. You bite your lip at the thought, tempted to, but you save the thought for later.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” You murmur again, dropping to your knees with a dull thud behind him so you can roll his tights down a little more to really get a good look at him. You sigh at the way his cock jerks at the praise, running a finger along the underside just to watch it lazily jerk again.

Makoa shudders, hanging his head. His voice is tight when he finally speaks, just as you wrap a loose hand around his cock. “N-not that I don’t like being-” He pauses to take a sharp breath in when you hum happily, swiping a thumb over the drooling head to smear the bead of precum. “-expo—exposed for you like this but the heels are a little-”

His voice shakes again when your other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing and distracting him. From behind him, you grin deviously, but you press a kiss to the back of his thigh. ”You wanna sit down instead?”

He immediately nods, making you release him and helping him get out of his heels, undoing the strap around his ankle and pulling it off each foot before guiding him to sit down on the bed.

You scoot on your knees to rest between his splayed out thighs. Watching Makoa’s fingers flex on his thighs and smiling as you lean up to nuzzle at his inner thigh, helping him pull off his tights and thong so he’d stay in just his baby doll.

“Just relax and let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” You murmur.

A tease of a grin edges his lips, fluttering his lashes.

“Anything for you, my love.”

#Gibraltar #Gibraltar x Reader #Apex legends #apex lemons #lemon #nsft #princess writing

[jishyucks]

9:30pm | Han Jisung

genre: fluff, some light angst, bulleted scenario

wc: 4.5k

summary: The absence of Jisung causes Y/N to realize feelings she didn’t know were there

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it was probably the fifth time today that you felt something hit your shoulder

you look over to find a small crumpled up piece of paper sitting with others on the floor before you lifted your head to see Han Jisung preparing another bunch 

“explain to me why you’re doing this” You tried to keep quiet as the teacher was up at the front reading a novel out loud, the rest of the students following along

he didn’t reply. instead he looked back at you with narrowed eyes and a small mischievous grin spread across his face

you watch as his wrist bent back, about to throw the ball

“Don’t you fucking dare Han Jisung,,,” you cussed, making sure your face was hidden behind it the book in your hands

he mockingly held a finger up to his lips and flicked the paper ball at your hand, a quiet snicker leaving his mouth through his proud smile

you gritted your teeth, clearly annoyed. this morning hadn’t necessarily been the best for you due to a car mishap and jisung was literally pushing it at this point

(usually you could tolerate Jisung and his annoying ass)

now that you had thought about it, you literally had no idea why he’d started doing this shit to you

he’d do it in the halls, in classes you had with him, and on the occasions when seungmin gave you rides

seungmin was a good friend of both of you but the reason why you hadn’t made a friendship with jisung was because seungmin wasn’t annoying and he was

it was actually too bad since you would’ve honestly liked him as a friend but he was literally too annoying to actually properly talk to

jisung had only started these antics back in sophomore year and you had to live through the annoying ass interactions for two years

so now it’s senior year and you were almost – ALMOST – at your breaking point right now and jisung really wasn’t making it any better

the bell cut off your thoughts and on impulse you gathered your things, stuffed them into your bag and yeeted out of the English classroom, deciding that jisung didn’t need the attention as you walked straight to the lunch room

seungmin was already seated at the table with hyunjin and felix

you grinned, sighing out in relief that you finally had other people to talk to and distract you from jisung who would probably be there, too, at any given moment

“im so glad it’s lunch,” you huffed. you plopped into the seat in front of seungmin and swung out the lunch that you’d prepared that morning

“lemme guess” seungmin drummed his fingers against the cafeteria table, “jisung’s been ‘annoying’ you again?”

you nodded, “why put quotations for annoying?”

seungmin shrugged, “maybe because he’s not really trying to annoy you?”

“what do you mea-“

“yay you’re all here!”

you feel him take the only empty spot beside you but you choose not to look up and acknowledge him actually sitting there

you were straight up done with his shit

“guess what y/n” he started

you don’t reply verbally but you decided to just look at him to make sure he knew you were listening

he held up a whole ziploc bag of mini paper balls and the sight caused you to groan out an ugly sound

“I told you to quit it jisung,,, if you don’t I’m actually up for swinging at you,” you mumbled, chewing your food almost immediately after

“you can’t reach my head anyways,” he retorted with a snort

seungmin, hyunjin, and felix held in laughs

you hear the bag open as it rustled softly

you keep your head forward and listened to whatever seungmin was saying while you chowed down the lunch that you’ve been waiting to eat all day

That’s when you felt that kid throw a ball of paper

sure, it was just a piece of dead tree crumpled up into a sphere shape. It’s not like it hurt or anything but the CONSTANT throwing jisung had been doing since the morning was getting on your nerves and you were not here for it

“can you not” you say just above a whisper though it was loud enough for only jisung to hear it. you wanted to keep your calm and not get the car mishap in the way of your feelings too but adding jisung and that together = an angry and annoyed you

apparently he chose to continue throwing the little pieces of shits at you and you were sitting there basically dumbfounded at him

he’s a grown ass teen and he chooses to act like a 5th grader?

you were || <- THIS fucking close to losing it. If he throws one mo-

a small baby sounding thump had come from the last ball jisung had thrown

you turn your head towards him and found him bending down to recollect the balls hes used as can reuse

“jisung for the last fucking time stop”

the mood that you tried to keep stable basically broke as the pit of your stomach began to boil

“you’re lucky because I need to pick these up before I start again” he tittered

“jisung im being serious right now,” you breathed in deeply trying to keep you calm but that didn’t work at all as he pulled himself back up and tossed one at your forehead

“tht was a mistake,” felix mumbled. The three watched as this went down

“jisung? Don’t you understand that im straight up annoyed with you? Sometimes I don’t even want to sit here because of you! I don’t understand why you’ve been doing this to me and only me the past few years like I’m some sort of joke or target or game that you decided to play. The smile on your face proves that you enjoy it. Can’t you see that I don’t enjoy it? That’s basically bullying.”

you were shook at yourself but jisung had just ignited a fire inside of you and you couldn’t help but say everything that you’ve been holding in this whole time 

jisung was still sat facing you and the smile he had on his face had faded

you, for some reason, felt bad at the fact that you pulled his smile right off of his face but there was no way you were turning soft right now

jisung’s head hung low by his neck and he was fiddling with the bag of paper balls in his hand

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way,,, truly. You never said anything like how it was bothering you to that point,,, I-I really thought you found it funny, too, and it was some kinda funny thing between us,” he stated quietly

the table fell silent and there was a brief pause that wasn’t awkward nor comfortable

you felt your heart beating fast and you felt the sensation of guilt in your stomach and chest

“im gonna go... im sorry y/n” he finally said. He gathered his lunch stuff and threw them into his bag softly

none of you guys said a word, tho you really wanted to apologize for lashing out

curse that car mishap. now you accidentally hurt the boy’s feelings

“shit” was what you just said

“shit indeed” seungmin tried to lighten the mood with a small chuckle but that really didn’t help

“I feel like shit even if he’s been the same way the past 2 years,” you say guiltily

“Except he didn’t know he was being shit and you knew you were being shit,” hyunjin pointed out

“not helping” you looked at him with a sad expression

“just apologize”

,,,,

you slumped in the passenger seat of seungmin’s car, the events of lunch still playing in your head

seungmin started the vehicle and began to pull out of the parking spot

“wait isn’t jisung getting a ride with you?”

“nope, he said he’s gonna take the bus instead”

you felt the guilt build up even higher and you frowned at the information

“I think I see him at the stop, cmon, pick him up,” you insisted

“I already insisted on driving him but he told me he needs space,” seungmin reasoned, “and I need to tell you something that I promised someone I wouldn’t tell but I think this is the perfect moment—

he looked over to see you following jisung with your head as you drove past

— to tell you about it”

“is this going to make feel even more guilty than I already am bc I genuinely care about jisung’s feelings right now”

“I think so?” Seungmin’s head tilted a bit like a smol baby puppy

“you think so? why not a definite answer?” Now you were curious as to whatever this was

“because I’d be shook if I were you...”

“okay now I really want to know...”

seungmin looked at you and smirked before facing forward as the stop light changed to green

“i honestly don’t know how you’ll react to this. You hate jisung”

“this is about jisung?”

seungmin nodded

“I-I dont hate jisung... I just think it’s annoying like all the stuff he does. If he stops that shit I honestly think we’d be good friends” you shrug

you hadn’t said this out loud before and it made you feel weird but it was the truth

“hmm interesting” seungmin snickered

“k now tell me~~” you whined

“I’ll tell you when we get to your house so I can drive the fuk away once I tell you,” seungmin stated as if he strategically planned out some sort of battle plan

“why would you need to drive away? shit it’s bad isn’t it?”

seungmin just shrugged and chose to stay silent

you huffed and turned your body towards the door

why would seungmin feel the need to exit a conversation if it wasn’t bad?

the moment you’ve been waiting for had come and seungmin slowly pulled up into your driveway

you cut to the chase and told him to spit it out or “I’ll fight you”

“First of all I was going to and second, you can’t even”

seungmin turned the music down and awkwardly maneuvered his body so he was sitting with his body partly facing yours

you raise your brows, a questioning look appearing clearly on your face

“remember at lunch when I told you how jisung’s not really trying to annoy you?”

you let out a hum as a response and gestured for him to proceed

“he’s not trying to annoy you,,, well in a way he is but that’s not his main motive. His main goal is to catch your attention and I guess he did a horrible job”

“why would he want my attention?” your mind was literally blank and confused

“damn you’re slow” seungmin tsked and shook his head disappointment

“he likes you, y/n. you weren’t supposed to hear that from me but I figured it’ll help fix this whole situation.”

you were sorta stunned at this point and you didnt know how to respond to the indirect confession

why would this help the situation when Jisung would be back tomorrow anyways

and your heart somewhat stopped? like dead nothing but you didn’t know what that meant.

guilt? feelings? of what? HA you didn’t know so you just ignored it

you nodded and smiled weakly before getting out of the car, a tiny thank you merely leaving your mouth

you hear seungmin leave as you entered your door, nothing but questions circling your mind

,,,,,

“screw you” you say through your phone

your eyelids were partly covering your eyes and the moisture in your throat was absent

“you call me at 3 in the morning just to say screw you?” seungmin replied groggily

“you drilled jisung’s feelings into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it–“

“and?”

“and? dude it was already bad in the first place that I made him walk out like that but now that I know he has a crush on me? that makes me feel even worse.”

“I thought you were annoyed with him?” seungmin whispered

“I-I am but,,, ughshjdj”

“goodnight y/n”

you didn’t even get to say anything as seungmin hung up

,,,,

you woke up with bags under your eyes rip

the first thing you told yourself was to apologize to jisung and maybe...

your mom knocked on your to make sure that you were awake bc seungmin would be picking you up in a bit

you really hoped he’d have jisung there since it would be easier to apologize that way instead of tracking him down

you were wrong tho as you found seungmin alone in his car

“you’re not driving jisung?” was the first thing you said

“good morning to you too..”

you hummed and plopped into the passenger’s seat, buckling your seatbelt shortly after

“he refused... didn’t think he’d still be affected from yesterday. thts not the jisung I know. he would be back to his usual self even after something like that,” seungmin uttered, “guess you really hurt his lil heart”

you sensed the teasing tone in seungmin’s voice as he backed out of the driveway

“shut up I feel guilty and you know it,,,”

seungmin let out a small laugh and shook his head at you

at school you decided to spend it normally but also you were looking for jisung in order to apologize

the few times you actually saw him, he was at the end of the hall and when you called out for him he hurriedly skrrted a different way and then he was gone as if he disappeared into thin air

usually he’d come up to you and mess up your hair while you guys were walking opposite directions

in the class you had with him, he sat near the front instead at the back beside you and

jisung didn’t show up at lunch and the way you were constantly looking at the door made it obvious to the others you were looking for him

“he isn’t riding with us again, isn’t he” you guessed. you could see jisung’s head of blonde hair among other people at the bus stop and you didn’t know why but you felt sorta sad that he was actually keeping it up

seungmin was right, this wasn’t jisung and at this point you didn’t feel just guilt but you sorta missed him too

it’s only been a day but tbh you were growing so used to the daily dose of jisung just being loud and being there the past few years that his absence was so obvious and you didn’t like it

“you know what I noticed today?” seungmin asked

“what,” your answer was monotone, your attention on the screen of your phone

“you seemed to miss jisung,,, if not miss then like,,, you just didn’t like him not being there,” you could hear the growing smile in seungmin’s voice

you mentally cursed, yeah you had the thoughts of not liking him not being there but you didn’t need the confirmation that seungmin provided

“what’s that supposed to mean?” The drive was quick and seungmin was already at your house

“you can figure that out, you’re a big girl now” he winked and then playfully pushed you out the car

“seungmin I swear you always do this and it never ends up well for me” you retorted with a grunt in your voice

“bye y/n” seungmin yelled before you threw the door closed

it’s been almost a week since the incident and jisung was surprisingly still keeping it up

which honestly was weird as hell since he was one clingy mf

it wasn’t like you didn’t want to apologize for your words but you literally couldn’t

jisung was so out of reach and every chance that you got, he dodged that shit

you didn’t mentally or physically know it but you were actually starting to long for him now and you just straight up missed him

you DIDNT know this though, not until you texted seungmin

the digital clock that sat on your bedside table displayed 9:19 pm and you just finished the assignment that was given to you that day

your mind was now moving towards the situation you were seemingly stranded in right now

could I possibly like jisung?

Wait no that’s gross I just miss him, as friend. That’s different

you groaned out loud and grabbed your phone, sending seungmin a text

[9:22] y/n: yo I have a question

[9:22] minnie: sure what is it

[9:23] y/n: what did you mean the other day

[9:23] y/n: when you said that shit about me missing him

[9:23] y/n: and don’t lie to me seungmin you know you were trying to hint something

[9:26] minnie: dude you know

[9:26] minnie: I know you know it

[9:27] minnie: its pretty obvious

you heart was constantly skipping beats because it honestly couldn’t be

you really hoped it was true and that you weren’t just feeling this because you felt bad for jisung

[9:28] y/n: yea but I need someone to say it

[9:28] y/n: i don’t trust myself

you huffed and put the front of your phone face down onto your bed

maybe I do? it wouldn’t be bad if I did right?

you phone buzzed which caught you off guard

why were you making a big deal out of this? It’s just feelings oh my gad

[9:30] minnie: you like him

shit-oh-my-gad

that was it

you pressed your lips into a thin line and felt the pit of your stomach bubble

[9:31] y/n: thanks

[9:31] y/n: this isnt just guilt talking right?

[9:32] minnie: from my perspective?

[9:32] y/n: that’s better than my perspective, you basically know me better than I know myself

[9:33] minnie: okay

[9:34] minnie: I think that jisung grew on you at some point

[9:34] minnie: when this first started, you were actually fuming and shit

[9:34] minnie: like it was actually really scary

[9:34] minnie: then you softened up after a while and you just tried to keep that image so it wouldn’t show tht u did

[9:35] minnie: at first I thought I was just overthinking but once I noticed you looking every 3 secs at the door for jisung or you actually asked bout him being there or sum, that said it all

[9:35] minnie: so no I don’t think it’s guilt talking, don’t feel bad

[9:35] minnie: you just didn’t notice bc you’re really stupid

you felt relieved at seungmin’s words

maybe he was right, maybe you did grow soft but you simply hadn’t noticed

[9:36] y/n: thanks minnie, now I just fucked more by telling him off the other day

[9:36] y/n: also don’t call me stupid

[9:37] minnie: talk to him, it’s obvious that he’s forcing himself at this point

[9:37] minnie: we’re basically his only friends. You really think he could spend this whole time alone at school

[9:37] minnie: he still talks to me tho, just talk to him

[9:38] y/n: I will

your plan was that if jisung managed to avoid you during the day, you’d talk to him after school

you contemplated whether you should  just apologize or apologize and tell him how you felt

the latter seemed like so much and you didn’t even know if he liked you still after the incident

seungmin smiled down at you when you quietly sat in the passenger’s

“good morning” he greeted. he backed out of the driveway and started on his way

“morning” you replied with a monotone voice, thoughts all on what you were going to say to jisung

“gonna talk to jisung?”

“yeah...” you unconsciously began to fiddle with the zipper of your bag, “do you know if he still,, likes me? Idk whether I should say I like him too or just apologize.”

seungmin let out an airy laugh that made you want to smack him but you restrained yourself

“last time I talked to him I think he did,” seungmin kept his eyes on the road

“when was that?” you felt like deflating like a balloon

“last night”

you almost jumped out of the car window at that answer. you were ecstatic yet at the same time scared

“liar” you let out

“I swear, you can check my texts if you want, unless you don’t wanna see him sulking over you hurting him”

yikers

so the decision was made. apologize, explain, then confess and explain that too

,,,,

morning was eventless. jisung was sat at the front near the door again

you sorta figured it was to get out just as the bell rings

there was no way you would be given the chance to talk to him so that sucked ass

lunch, he was gone again obviously

Maybe after school was best? It was easier that way.

“I can force him to get a ride with me or something,,,” seungmin suggested

he saw the look on your face the one he’s been seeing this whole week

you agreed even though you knew it wouldn’t work, it was better than nothing, and you never know

“I’ll say you’re riding with me.” seungmin seemed to have it all planned but you knew jisung was too smart for this

you nodded and smiled weakly, “it’ll be a good try but i dont think it’ll work”

“We’ll see. You never know.”

It just so happened that once you got to seungmin’s car after school, there was no jisung in sight

you shifted your view to the bus stop where you’d normally see the boy as well, but he was not there either

“he said he’d be in the spare room down the fine arts hall,” seungmin stated. He could read you like a book.

Your face screamed confusion

“do you think i should go there?” you shook your head and opened the car door, “you know what? This can wait tomorrow…”

“just go, y/n. In a way he’s asking for it, he’s alone in a quiet room, that’s perfect for an apology and a confession. This could be your only chance in a while,” seungmin played with the car keys in his hands and then gave you a rather tempting look over the car

You stood there and contemplated

maybe you weren’t ready and you should wait a day or two to get things sorted

but at the same time you really wanted to just get things fixed with jisung

you glanced over at seungmin and found him staring back at you with raised brows and straight and serious face

“do it”

again it took you a moment to decide but seungmin was right, this chance was a good chance

“okay but you better wait here so i could get a ride home.”

“no problem with me, ill just sit here listening to some jams.”

you let out a tiny wheeze and threw your bag onto the floor of his car before making your way back in

you hated going back in since you were walking against people walking out. you were just glad that it was at the end of the day and that meant the school was emptying

you mindlessly made your way to the spare room and then stood at the door to peek through the window

at first you thought that jisung wasnt in there but as you brought your face closer to the window, you see jisung sitting against the wall

he had his knees propped up as a ‘stand’ for a notebook he had opened and he had a pencil in one hand

his headphones were half off but you could clearly see the tiny grin that appeared on his face and the way he subtly bopped his head

that’s wholesome

you huffed out a huge breath and knocked on the door. when you see jisung look up, you turn the doorknob and push it open to enter

“y-y/n?” he stammered while he abruptly stood up, carelessly dropping the things that were in his hands a second ago

“can i talk to you?” you inched closer before you stopped about a metre away from him, giving his space

he sunk his hands into the sleeves of his sweater and kept his head low, trying to avoid eye contact

“yeah”

You squeezed your eyes really quick before looking back at his tiny looking figure, though he was taller than you by a bit

“I really really want to apologize for the other day… I was really mad about a car situation that morning and my tolerance level was really low and I-- I’m sorry I took it out on you and said those words. I really didn’t mean any of that,” that went better than expected... now for the confession

Jisung brought himself to look up and look at you, making your heart beat faster by the minute

he opened his mouth to say something but you hadn’t noticed since it was your turn to avoid eye contact

you kept going with the plan, “i didn’t want to admit, especially to you, but i actually missed you during these past almost two weeks? seungmin mentioned something that made me feel weird-”

jisung finally stopped you, “I accept your apology, i shouldve stopped when you asked, i was stupid for not listening.”

his brain finally processed the second thing you added which made him jump

did seungmin tell him he liked you or? If he did, he knew damn well he was meeting seungmin on some rooftop

and you missed him? The fuck was happening?

“W-what?” jisung stuttered.

“Jisung,,,” he watched you take a deep breath and said, “ i don’t know how to explain this-- but i didn’t like you not being there? If that makes any sense. It’s not the same as if hyunjin or felix or even seungmin was gone,,, I literally waited for you to come in and sit with us and I felt a slight change in mood when i realized you weren’t riding home with me and seungmin,,,”

“what do you mean, y/n?”

jisung was just as slow as you damn

“It means that I like you, jisung, and i hate myself for not realizing until i hurt you and after all the shit that happened… i’d understand if you don’t like me back anymore,,, this was a reach.”

So seungmin did tell her, he thought

“You like me?” jisung was almost glowing and his gummy smile soon began to appear but he resisted

You nodded sheepishly

“Well,,,” jisung crossed his arms and brought his chin high, “i don’t like you back”

You were shook and a look of worry was slapped onto your face

“I’m joking,” he broke out into a smile, “i really like you back”

“I hate you!” you say, slapping his arm, “i really thought i looked fucking stupid doing that”

On the inside, you were jumping for joy, this was the jisung you knew, annoying and loud, but it was your fault for falling for the boy

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz #han jisung #han jisung stray kids #Jisung #Jisung stray kids #Han Jisung imagines #Han Jisung scenarios #Han Jisung fluff #jisung scenarios #Jisung imagines #han imagines #han scenarios #stray kids fluff #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios #soft stray kids #stray kids soft #my writings #my skz writings

[magmacannon]

Annnd lets do 25 - 36 for yarrow

AH thank u….

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

jhfhjf good question! He’s easy to make laugh (unless you hit a nerve or are Rude) and enjoys witty banter. He thinks he has a good sense of humor, though he’s a little sensitive since he’s never had long-term friends or had to deal with deep digs from them. He’s certainly funny though, god knows he looks ridiculous and the group loves to tease him. 

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 

In most cases he’ll let it show! Usually it’s left to just a smile and a humming laugh, but if it’s about love or from a really good experience he may puff his chest out, grin, and rub/clap his hands. 

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Yarrow won’t let many people know when he’s actually sad, though he’ll be more solemn. He doesn’t cry regularly (anymore), and when he did he’d usually hide it or…. have a highly public breakdown amongst a small group of people. He’s taken measures to not be ruled by his emotions like that anymore - he became a therapist as much for others as for himself honestly. (you know, God Blessings from the world’s most fickle god can lead to some shitty emotional control)

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

His most consistent fear is being taken advantage of, but he’s also scared of, uh, death a bit. Intimidated by death, would be what he’d say. He usually acts smartly when he’s scared, but he gets curt and reactive. As a wizard, Yarrow can be highly dangerous when he’s honest-to-god scared, because fright in battle usually ties itself very closely to anger. WAIT HE DOES HAVE A FEAR…. kids! Well, more like incredibly discomfort - his fear is having to care for kids, he doesn’t feel capable or qualified or good for kids, so he does get jumpy and reactive around them fhjfkd

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 

Depends on the fear! If he feels he can help, he’ll approach them in private and talk to them about it pragmatically (or emotionally, if it’s more fitting). If not, he’ll stay quiet and help them how he can, if there’s a chance - that can be facing the cause of their fear should it appear or just silently supporting them. 

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

hffdkjhdf uh…. yes? And yes, regularly. He also looks like he does aerobics (and probably some pole stuff lbr) to keep fit/release some endorphins. Pre-workout and Post-workout Yarrow is nearly indistinguishable from one another though - as long as he’s able to take a bath or shower, you won’t be able to tell what’s been happening fghjkfd

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

He drinks mmaybe a few drinks a week now, though he used to drink more in his party days. He’s uhh probably awful when he gets hungover - sulking and quiet and buried in blankets, or wandering around wrapped in them. If others are hungover he might lightly tease them, but he’ll make food and keep the noise down and all that. 

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

LKGFHJFD WAY over the top fashion but like… Good Looks for him (that’s the goal at least fhfd). Consistently looks like Eros going to the Met Gala. He buys his clothes from fashion designers (Edna Gnome being one, Gucky another ofc) or custom orders them, though! When he was young, Yarrow would in fact get his clothes second-hand - only really good ones bc he’s always been ridiculous looking. He SUPER wears the fashion(s) he likes, and sometimes wears makeup (depends on the day)/does his nails. Sleep clothes are either way over the top see-through nightgown looking things or just naked, you know. Depends on what’s been happening right before bed fghfjdYall KNOW his hair, he’s got too much of it, it’s bright pink and curly, and he gives it some GOOD care so he doesn’t look like an actual cotton candy cone.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

jhGGHJFD…. lacy underwear probably almost all the time. Or like… thongs and the like fhfjdkLook over comfort almost always is the goal.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

At 6′9″, Blessed™ by Corellon, and dedicated to looking his best and staying fit/lithe enough to hold himself off the ground for 30-50 minutes at a time, Yarrow very much does like his body and its ability to shift a little bit daily fghfjkd

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

Guilty pleasure = trashy romance novels and filled pastries, Unguilty pleasure = LONG bubble baths and fancy clothing 

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

He’s good at a LOT of things - magic, dancing (especially tango and flamenco), talking, lyre/flute, makeup, medicine, alchemy, sculpting, sketching, (some) cooking, and sex, of course. Hobbies overlap with his job (save for accounting, that’s not a hobby hjfkd). He definitely can sing! He’s not the best at it but he’s definitely not shabby, either. Basically, Yarrow’s an elf who’s spent almost every week of his 234 years alive learning and honing new skills fhfjkd

#crystalline-menace #thank you for the ask!! #C: Yarrow #dogs without horses #a bastard mans

[jiminies-ahmee]

CAR RIDES WITH BF!BTS

SEOKJIN 

seokjin is the type to play power ballads in the car 

maybe a bit of beyonce bc, y'all know our seokjinnie is diva 

and at the traffic lights ppl will literally be able to HEAR the both of you busting your lungs singing 

and you’ll have synchronised dance moves all down-packed to all the songs 

but seokjin isn’t one for EXTREMELY late night drives, bc he likes his beauty sleep 

however, he is definitely into fast food drive thrus 

he’ll make those iconic ‘hmmm’ and ‘wahhh’ noises and soon, it’ll rub off on you too 

it might be a good idea to let seokjin drive at all times bc you’ll be laughing way too hard at his attempts at jokes 

OMG 

YOU’D LAUGH SO HARD WHEN ITS RAINING AND SEOKJIN’S FORCED TO TURN THE WINDSHIELD WIPERS ON 

it’d be silent in the car for a few moments 

and then you’d break into a laugh 

and then seokjin would laugh 

and it’d just be a mess

y'all would be a mess 

a hot ass, diva mess 

YOONGI 

oh it wouldn’t be silent all the time 

but sometimes it would be 

bc either you were having a nap 

or yoongi was having a nap 

and he napped in the backseat 

it would warm your heart to hear his soft snores bc YES FINALLY your baby is getting his much-deserved sleep 

yoongi would always wake up to the smell of food tho, bc you knew he’d be hungry when he woke up 

and that sorta rubbed off on him 

when you would wake up in the passenger seat after dozing off, yoongi would have brought you your absolute favourite foods 

and even tho you didnt know it, yoongi had really gone out of his way to get it for you - just to see you smile 

bc he had quite literally gone off course and done a u-turn just to get the food for ya 

he a sweetie, not a meanie 

and there’d sometimes be some RNB or trap music playing in the background 

but it was almost always piano instrumentals 

bc even tho he wouldnt admit it to you, that instrument truly was his first love 

but it helped him find you <3 

NAMJOON  

now car time for namjoonie is inspiration time  

actually no, all the time is inspiration time  

when you’re behind the wheel, you’ll literally be having a convo with joon and he’d just be like ‘ooh’ or ‘yes’ out of nowhere  

and you glance at him and he’s got his nose in his notebook, quickly scribbling lyrics in his secret book  

(it isn’t secret to you tho bc he’s shared all the lyrics he’s ever written with you)  

and then he’d realise he quite literally cut you off, so he’ll look up at you and apologise profusely  

“i did it again, didn’t i?”  “it’s okay joonie, you can take the man out of the studio but you can’t take the studio of the man”  

he’d do that shy giggle he does with his hand over his mouth when you say that  

but other times, when namjoon’s the one behind the wheel  - mind you this does not happen regularly bc you aren't afraid to admit that you fear for you life when namjoon is the one driving  

he’d play all of those amazing and beautiful songs he recommends through twitter and when he’d give you the aux cord  

oh boy  

“this song is so good! quick, tweet it, y/n!”  “who sings this? this is littttttt”  

y’all will just be singing in the strangest of tones  but there’ll always be that one, heavenly moment when you’ll cut it out and literally harmonise by ACCIDENT   

and joon will just stare at you and you’ll stare at him before realising  

“JOON THE LIGHT’S GREEN, MOVE, OH MY GOD!”  

HOSEOK  

i think you already know where this is going  

hoseok does not sit still in the car unless he is tired  

and that is a rare event  

he’s always groovin’ and moovin’ 

even if you accidentally switch the station to some random one that’s playing ethnic music 

he’s poppin’ and lockin’ and no one can stop him someone stop me  

but anyways, hoseok is the one who ultimately brought you out of your shell  

his dancing and his aura of pure happiness has been passed onto you  and so you’re always dancing in the car too  

and you two are the type to take videos of it (obv the person in passenger seat is taking the video, don't snapchat and drive peeps xx) and post them to twitter and instagram and all that jazz  

car time with hobi is forever and always a fun time  

but honey, let’s not forget that as well as dancing and spitting fire, this sunshine can SING  

if a ballad comes on, oh boy, you better make sure that seatbelt real tight or you’re going to fly out the window  

he literally leaves you speechless sometimes with his vocals  

and you don't tell him, but you always manage to record him when he's singing in the car  

and you save them for when he’s away on tour that way you can keep hobi in your pocket and keep him close  

JIMIN  

this lil mochi, my peachy boy, is the dude that’ll look cool af in the car  

even if you two are on your way late at night to get something to eat  

you're out there wearing no paints, socks and slides and one of jimin’s shirts that are oversized for even him  

whilst ya boy is out there wearing sweatpants and a random tee but still looking fine af  

#thepowerofparkjimin  

and you’d complain about it sometimes bc he’d want to go into the place to eat and you’re like  

???? “do you see what i look like park jimin?”  

and he’d be like “yes, you look ethereal, now let’s go”  

he’d always hold your hand in the car  

and when he needed to use two hands on the wheel he’d literally grab onto your hard -0.4 seconds after his hand was free  

whenever you two would go driving together you’d always let jimin drive bc you knew he liked it and he didn’t get to do much of it during other times  

omg you’d try to be sly and snap a few pics of him bc goddamn, but he’d realise and pull the silliest faces just to make you laugh  

“yah, stop taking pictures, what are you? my personal paparazzi?” he’d tease  

song wise, i feel like it’s either really soft music with jimin or like…. hardcore suggestive music  

with soft music he’d be holding your hand and sing along quietly  

but with the suggestive music well…. he’d just wriggle his eyebrows at you and smirk bc HA ITS SO FUNNY ISNT IT  

“should i change the song, y/n? but i like it :(“  

TAEHYUNG  

oooft this boy  

he’ll call you up randomly at the most ungodly of hours asking if you wanted to go for a drive  

you’d always say yes bc why would you say no???  

and so he’d pick you up and the two of you would just drive around the city  

soft jazz music in the background bc taehyung has pretty cool and eccentric taste  

and he’d just hum along  

which would quite literally put you to sleep sometimes  

and tae would just giggle bc wow you're so cute  

but at other times - like when the rest of the world is awake - it’d be lively music  

bc tae needs to wake up and so do you  

it’d be so funny bc tae would play english songs and he wouldnt know some of the words  

and he’d just start blabbering sounds that he thought sounded similar enough to the actual lyrics  

(if this aint me with kpop tho)  

and he’d just be such a great person to be in the car with  

sometimes it’d be quiet between the two of you bc just being with one another was enough  

or sometimes the two of you would just be laughing so hard at a story tae was telling  

or sometimes it’d be a bit of a deep, emotional convo about the past or things that tae or even you just need to get off your chests  

and you loved each and every one of those moments  

bc tae made everything fun  

even if you were both bawling your eyes out in a parking lot after getting a little carried away with your deep chats, he’d fail at cracking a joke and you’d both be a giggling, crying mess  

but tae still thought you were the prettiest thing, so don't you worry a bit xx  

JUNGKOOK  

alright this boy  

sometimes the two of you would spend more time arguing over who got to drive than actually sitting in the damn car  

usually it’d be settled with an arm wrestle or whoever simply got to the driver’s seat first  

you both have a few bumps and bruises bc of the second scenario  

it’d be funny sometimes to watch kook drive tho bc he’d get a little rusty after tour and he’d just sit there in the driver’s seat completely zoned out  

“kookie, you have to switch the ignition on, buddy. we’re losing daylight here.”  

but the both of you would have this set playlist and set songs where the both of you would have individual parts  

like you’d do duets together in the car  

sometimes rap, sometimes pop, sometimes ballads  

but y’all put your all in each and every song  and the both of you would sometimes make it a competition to see who could sing better 

jungkook would sing songs trot style lmao  

and sometimes you’ll be out of breath by the time you reach your destination  

but it’s all good  

you’d also spend a lot of time in the parking lots of fast food restaurants bc foooooddd

and you’d always scold jungkook bc he’d always buy too much food but still manage to scoff it all down  

“jeon jungkook, how the hell are we going to eat all of this?”  

lol within 10 minutes the food’s all gone sis, you both scoffed it all  

“i told you you’d eat it all”  

roasting each other all the time  

and then having to cheer up a butthurt jungkook bc he took it to heart just a lil bit  

“jungkook, i’m joking”  

oh and sometimes you’d grab his hand while he was driving and he’d get  all startled  

and you’d laugh at him  

but he’d just grip onto your hand tighter till it hurt a little  

“ow!”  

“oh sorry, i just forget how strong i am sometimes”  

#bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts bullet scenarios #chimchimchanyeolie works #chimchimchanyeolie #seokjin #kim seokjin #seokjin imagines #seokjin scenarios #seokjin reactions #jin #jin imagines #jin scenarios #jin reactions #suga #suga reactions #suga scenarios #suga imagines #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi reactions #yoongi scenarios #yoongi imagines #rm #rm imagines #rm scenarios #rm reactions

[yuissamidare]

@codes i think i may have put this on my artblog but... Here

i guess ill start w ichi bc i always forget about him somehow like i always come up short when im making lists and im like 'oh wait shit yeah that guy’ bc im stupid n i only think of fishing trio + choro. I’m an Idiot. idk i never thought too hard on ichi bc i so rarely think about him but he looks so high its really funny i said this on main but he looks like my friend when he decided to try a weed gummy bear then started babbling about hentai then watched to watch porn with me but got mad all the intro scenes are a billion years long and started ranting about the industry but now that i think about it he looks like someone who used to send me weird shit when he was high like bad pick up lines about body parts i wish i didnt have

and thats so funny that its Ichimatsu who looks like that but also proof that hes high. but anyway!! hes really cute and im mad hes boutta ruin my reputation for my complete and utter lack of care and interest in him no matter what im mad. my friend gwyn said 'Sp lubing us up for the fuckening that is the reason why Ichi is sad in present day’ im really curious at the change like if hes trying a fake it till you make it type thing bc really emotionally exhausted or if hes just genuinely having a good time or hes puttin on a front since like. nails who stand get hammered down right??? just gotta do your best n Never Relax n i can relate to all that. but uhhh old hcs i guess

in kun ichi was the most serious! really smart but just as bad w school as the rest of them apparently but!! yeah so id think that!! ichis that guy who participates in class discussion constantly and is always willing to debate the readings, but turns in sloppy papers with typos and no a coherency or stucture or anything. he’s A+ in participation but has an average of 60% on most of the written assignments with points knocked bc of lateness then more bc its A Mess. you could ask about the prompts for one of his papers, he could babble about his position on it complete with paragraphs and footnotes but like the day before its due hes playing rpgs and watching horror movies.

his classmates think hes so smart n so intimidating. the family knows hes a hot mess. the teachers tell him he has a lot of potential but they don’t think hes applying himself. all are right. also he doesnt cheat or let people cheat off of him since hes always been about rules and boundaries and Rightness n he n jyushi were the only ones who Minded Themselves in kun

uhh jyushi!! let me talk about schoolwork again bc yeah i love jyushi so so so so much and thinking of him in a school environment is so weird i thought about it a lot n i thought about it him in kun n san and Woah!! i really really love delinquent jyushi, bc when i saw that i was like 'huh! that fits actually!!’ i love that like him and choro flip flopped completely from what i thought. his school must be so cold theyre too cheap to afford heating in the winter and in summer the acs Blast. he was so Shy and quiet and he cried and he liked to sing so i always thought that when he participated in chorus festivals hes always like right in front!! he hums a lot in class and also moves around alot bc he actually like school and people like primary trio are the types that make friends often. i wasnt supposed to talk about this yet whoops.

unlike ichi who relatively neat despite everything but has shit notes, jyushis notes are amazing and understandable and utterly illegible.

theyre covered in doodles, arrows and lines leading every which way, different colors but not like color coded n theyre not in order by date, but he opens to a random page every time yet somehow always seems to know where to find each lesson. he writes footnotes and caveats and corrections and criticisms of the teachers and random thoughts and just smears ink everywhere. sometimes his notes are on a completely different subject. the notebook itself is a horrifying mess, the front and back covers both covered in drawings and designs and falling apart, random papers shoved between the pages, coming apart at the seams, covered in stains of unknown origin. assignments are full of emoticons and informal language, and they always manage to make his teachers feel like hes smarter than they are (most likely). he does his projects the minute theyre assigned, and is finished a minute later so can talk to his friends. he loved school.

sophie told me once about how she thought was Like That was bc one of his main concerns is that he thought he had nothing that made him Jyushi n in kun she said he might have been the one who was the most concerned about having a distinctive personality and i talked about how that sorta carried over san and how he always blended in bc of how gentle and soft and push-overy he was. he was actually the and most gullible and weakest in kun so i was like :0 when i saw that and intentionally did stuff like only carry 14 yen in his pockets to be quirky but it always sorta fell flat and he was still invisible so i was like hmmmmm. and i can see how he couldve toughened up and thinking of this now!! i love that. oh im so happy. this is so much better than i ever couldve imagined ever.

totty…. i do not think he was very popular or good at school. i think he’s very decent at schoolwork but he never put much effort into it. just copies whats on the board but if the class runs out of allotted lesson time n he couldnt finish his work he just didnt do it like cram schools a pain in the ass. if he put effort hed be a star student but he just craps out whatever since hes was the laziest!! oh but something i noticed was that him and jyushi would play together often since sometime he felt overwhelmed by karamatsu a lot. also hes the money thief and scammer its great kun todo is so good. he gets shy and flustered easy too!!

but uhh yeah!! depending on the day im always like 'zaimoku love each other so much they are best friends and the perfect other halves!!’ then im like 'these mofos hate each other what the fuck is this trainwreck’ did you see their shitty small talk in the horse episode. what was that. like they are genuinely trying to communicate and are pretty easy with each other but they have nothing to say. its like when youre having a boring day at school and theres nothing to talk about with an acquaintance so you just look at the walls and go 'have you ever noticed how stupid these posters are’ then you both start reading posters aloud but you both know its not that funny and youre just doing it to waste time but you still enjoy their company you just dont want silence. thats their relationship. and i think they are just very similar in very different ways and like. the key things that make them both similar and different and the same fuck them up (like suiriku!! theyre both really similar even if it doesn’t seem like it at first which is why their compatibility in the relationship chart was so low in s1, but i saw a lot of improvement in both of their behaviours and their communication and honestly. s2 was worth it for that sophie was so happy to see her faves get along) like sometimes when you look in the mirror all the things you see are the things you dont like about yourself instead of what makes you wonderful and unique. also i didnt mean to talk about this but i guess i am.

but yeah. totty is bitter n resentful at kara during hs n karas more confused and upset at tottys behaviour in their twenties n thats bc like i said. theyre dumb. karamatsu!! i think was actually pretty popular in highschool n had a good amount of friends - i genuinely think theatre kids are well liked bc i literally know everyone in my department and im friends w a good amount of people and im not even That extroverted. my actual extrovert friends know everyone in the school by name and everyone in my department is so nice even though theres a lot of bitchiness and drama its not as bad as w other humanities studies (jesus christ humanity students outside of theatre are a hot mess.)

uh yeah n that ultimately makes totty feel a bit… betrayed? karamatsu is his partner! theyre supposed to be there for eachother! kara’s the first one to branch out, get friends etc etc and todomatsus left behind bc hes always the one playimg follow the leader and he breaks out of that once they graduate - he grows up resenting karamatsu slightly though he still cares. but this time Hes the one cancelling plans to hang out with friends instead. my friend katie put it best when, in response to me telling them this, they sent me:

'kara: totty you have so many friends now. We barely see you anymore.

totty, applying chapstick: well, I learned it from the best.’

when i told them about it. but at the time gwyn and i were babbling about possibilities and different storylines and how theres a possiblity the movie might break down into three manageable plotlines n she gave zaimoku 'popularity’ and this was me throwing out ideas but honestly. Good. (aha, the end of this scenario ended up with todo throwing hands and shoulder checking someone outside a window and then getting removed from the premise n hanging with atsushi all night after) why am i on this. shit what happened here.

uhh but yeah totty is Def someone with learned behaviours rather than being a natural extrovert honestly just look at him hes an introverted mess masquerading as a decent human being and i know full well how people like that are bc some of them have been my best friends for years n seein the new hs promos solidifies that fact bc look at him. Crybaby. He is Miniscule. A Child.

then its 'delinquent who looks like an honour student’ choro. i never studied him until sophie started liking choro n since i love sophie i wanted to take an interest in him too. n i started to think very hard about him! then gwyn planted this in me n its taken root and im just never not gonna think its great. yall see his shitty gokudo impression what a bossy lil shit. he pulled a whip on kara once and it was mad funny but also Gwyns Big Evidence for him just being the absolute worst not like a casually skips class type but a Choro was a legit a bully and really mean n sabatoged other classmates to make him look like he was 100% That Bitch. maybe not him being Mean and cruel but just an asshole who bums around, is something i really like that one a lot its been one of my faves since gwyn n i started talking about it but i just!! have a ton of other things too!!

hes a lot like karamatsu in that theyre both stupid and weird and embarrassing and they put on airs but they also!! dont try!! they talk so big and such high goals n expectations and they dont do shit bc they have so much hubris but i always talk about them bc suiriku is sophies Beloved so ill like. Not. but he acts like he’s better than all of them n forces the role of the straight man on himself because he wants to be seen as the responible, level headed one even if hes just. So Much.

i think the movies calling back to how touchy feely and clingy he was in kun and adding on to how jyushis a delinquent and kara… Is Like That he’ll be around them the most bc jyushi might either be really protective or push him away and then they do something to mend their relationship later on or hell cling to kara and they just. grow apart. sticking to my hc until the end bitches. oh.

for choro… personally!! i thought hed be a slacker instead of a delinquent but not in the way totty slacked - totty was lazy n knew the work but didnt want to put in effort but choro just. Doesnt. choro has so much energy all the time and choro Can Not deal with school situations. bc like… you always hear people say that studying is meant to be done at the desk, silently, no distractions what so ever!! focus on notes and nothing else!! ise a highlighter but dont use it too much!! make your notes legible but you only have five minutes before the board gets erased!! review!!! look at your notes or youll die! take breaks bit dont take too long and honestly. listen. kun choro wouldnt be able to stand that shit and id think hed just think he was doing it The Wrong Way n he just wasnt meant to do it.

he doesnt like quiet classrooms!! he cant study like that and hell get distracted. he cant sit still n thats why totoko broke up w him in the beer ad and why hes just Everywhere in kun!! hes understimulated and its just Ugh! you know??? he’ll fidget w his pens until he breaks them or hum or tap his foot and annoy everyone or leave for the bathroom at least three times a class just to get up and move.

eventually he just. gives up even though hes super smart he like, stops caring bc if you dont care to understand material then you wont have to read and read and reread and rereread something to get it! classes just make everything uncomphrehensible and makes any idea he may have sublimate into nothing. but he can work on the trains and the buses! he needs something kenetic to get him moving and trains n shit always have enough going on to work with, just like with home!! chorochoro motherfuckers. he works much better moving forward, ironic as that is. he feels sorta set apart from every thing like hes behind some big plane of glass doing everything wrong and being all set apart from everything. eventually he takes to acting like a real fussy mom to avoid his own problems and help everyone else out even though hes annoying and even when he graduates but it gets Worse bc then figures out how much!!! he fucked up!! then he kicks himself into high gear n still cant do shit. ahh.

its illegal for me to talk about choukei bc i talk about them so much and im always being annoying n typing stupid essays about them bc theyre… my faves.. But this is so long…

it actually makes me super happy that he kara acne he still can be really fighty and he cries and he still does stupid impulsive shit for others and even though hes really sweet and caring is still an utter monster and fucking mess of a person. love him. i always like to think his shittymatsu nickname came from iyami n it just morphed from there bc in 66 you can hear iyami calling him specifically garbage. ive always been glad they kept his sewing hobby too. ahh, actually from what i see hes pretty similarities to kun so i wonder when he decided to air out that teremity. idk what to say about him that i havent in tottys section. he just Feels like someone who had a good support group and nice friends bc of how hes able to move in the world. kara feels like some whos doing their growing up in their twenties bc highschool came easy to them and now theyre just really struggling with the real world. like i shouldve expected softboy hs kara and i appreciate him very much!! i talk about choukei a lot bc they were the first characters that spoke so i immediately attached myself to them n i talk about karamatsu Specifically but im not sure i ever mentioned how much i appreciated how smart and cautious hes proved himself to be time and time again, like how hes the only one to point out totokos fish shtick aint doing her favours or how he was the first one to notice osos irritation n how you can pick out his voice warning jyushi to calm down in the bg of 24 or how in the comedian episode he was ready to take Notes from iyami and a lot of other small things!!

i would think hes actually a bit more serious n calm in hs and san is him amping up traits that drew people to him in hs and it backfiring on kara spectacularly - kara is always gauging people and their reactions and acting in a way he believes will get something positive, but at the same time is utterly oblivious when it comes to actually Getting them n i talked about the girls on the bridge but this is also prevalent with ichi who kara just. Doesnt Get and can not figure out how to maneuver their relationship. like oso, kara is and elder brother!! and elder brothers have an image theyre supposed to uphold, but while kara acts the part he doesnt do the shit a big brother does and shrugs that responsibility off on oso until oso fucks up until s2, where they share the role more evenly and his relationship with ichi improves but this is another essay entirely. what im trying to get with that is that hyperfocus on what other people think of him, but his complete disregard when it comes to their actual reaction and instead what he wants their reactions to be would also greatly impact him transtioning from a teen to an adult im sorry im getting sloppy now

osomatsu… i really adore him too much and i understand how totty felt in their episode bc i also lent my phone to a friend who needed to desperately jack it before meeting new people n i talk about him a whole lot too. hes mean and an asshole and garbage n i know a lot of people find him plain n boring but idk. i dont think thats the case hes a really complexed n nuanced character n hes literally has always been way back from kun n thats expected from a main character but… hes always been mean n dumb n sly and he can get so pathetically vunerable and thats literally!! him. hes a normal dude nothing wrong with that n it can be real refreshing. n i suppose im so fond of fishing trio+choro bc they remind me of my friends. but yeah even if hes 'plain’ i dont see why thats a bad thing. n this they always have the most interesting body language like despite kara being So Much his body language was always closed off n singled him out as everything But exuberant and bright, and osos quirks like how he stands on his toes a lot had always been so cute… its relaxed and open n screams Talk To Me!!!!

ahh but i always end up thinking oso was. oso??? theres not much to say that i havent before but i do think that he was a lot more like he was in episode 2 when ranting to chibita about having shitty brothers and then actively Chose to be a good brother even if he wasnt a good person and be a stable rock and be someone they could all come back to at the end of the day. and hes good at math im never letting this die.

#now im sleepy fmxbfbc #mbbbaf #i didnt talk about oso much im ao tired

[werelywrites]

Is it ok if I ask for headcanons of the turtles (separate & poly bc I love all of them too much) realize they are in love with their shy, pure and sweet human friend who is open-minded and non-judgemental since they're slow at everything and has no talent that is known so they know how is like to be judged unfairly?

SO i was putting the finishing touches on this, when i realized that i was answering it as if none of the guys were in a relationship with you yet when they realized they loved you.

But that sometimes doesn’t happen. People can start a relationship without being in love and then realize that they do love each other after.

So RIP Werely. I’m sorry!! I hope ya like it!

Enjoy!

Leo:

*he’d be at your place relaxing. Sitting on your couch, leaning back, completely at ease when it hit him so hard he’d actually curl into himself a bit as if someone physically punched his gut.

*it would make so much sense! You made him feel like he can be himself around you. You hold him up when he needs it the most, when he didn’t realize he needed it.

*because he’s leader he’s got a lot on his shoulders and you just lift them off when he’s with you. You’re so calm, patient, understanding, and wise and, honestly, he could go on and on.

*you always made him feel comfortable in his own skin

*he had accepted long ago that being a mutant turtle kinda sucked when it came to the whole world being against who you were (he lost count of the amount of people they’d rescue only to have the scream in their faces)

*he didn’t want to change who he was, he liked being a turtle but he’d be a liar if he didn’t wonder what it’d be like to be human

*but with you around, he liked himself a whole lot more

*butterflies will dance in his stomach once he realizes you had been calling his name to see if he was alright.

*instant blush

*he’d shoot out of his seat. Uh yeah! Fine. I’m fine. Thank you [y/n]. Just, uh, remembered something…needed to be done…in the dojo. He’d have a foot out your window but the pout you’d give him once you asked if he was going to leave he’d put on a brave face. No matter how much he wanted to retreat and meditate to sort these feelings at.

*for the rest of the evening he was a mess. He couldn’t stop staring at you. His mind in a giddy haze. Thinking over and over again how he was in love with you.

*he had never been nervously happy-scared. (what a combination of emotions, Leo)

Raph:

*he’d realize it after he’d be venting to you how frustrated he was how because the world saw him as a freak he couldn’t do what he wanted. He wanted freedom.

*you’d listen and add kind words in reassurance and agree that it was unfair. You didn’t chastise him for wanting more. You didn’t tease him. Didn’t patronize him either. You were just there supporting him and he just…..oh wow! He’d gulp loudly

*he’d go instantly flustered. All words he had got swallowed.

*he knew he liked you, you were a very dear friend, but love? Oh he had no idea when it started but there was no doubt as to why.

*you were perfect

*he’d feel so small under your gaze. Shit he’d give anything to hold you at this moment

*but he was terrified

*he knows you accepted him for him but with this new realization his brain just didn’t want to remember that bit.

*you deserve someone so much better

*being your friend was fine, but being your lover? It was too much to ask.

*after you leave, he’d try to sort out his feelings but mostly trying to keep himself from going after you and scooping you up in his arms begging you to love him in return.

*knowing that he loved you will make him angsty and will avoid you for a while

*once you’ve had enough of him avoiding you and you’ve confronted him (whether or not you cry or fight or both it’ll result in the same) he’d apologize. I’m sorry [y/n]. I’m…uh.. just sortin things out. I don’t wanna talk about it. But do ya…wanna still hang out?

*being with you is such a sweet torture that he knows he should push his feelings for you under a rug but he truly can’t help himself

*you will notice that before the realization that he treated you gently, but now after the realization he’ll treat ya extra gently

Donnie:

*you’d be helping him in his lab when it would hit him. Just being there handing him stuff he needed, listening to his ideas, asking questions, enjoying each others company, humming on occasion.

*he’d drop his tools so fast you’d think they burned him (luckily, he wasn’t working on anything too dangerous)

*his mouth would be open and he’d have a sparkle in his eye, like the way he gets when he has the perfect idea.

*he’ll feel silly and giddy, his heart with do flip flops and he’d want to do the same honestly. He’ll get a burst of energy and he’d want to go do something. Make something. Spar with Raph. Anything

*he’s on cloud nine!!

*once you say his name in question he’d freAKIN SCREECH!!!! (he forgot you were there)

*ok so he came back down to earth but he still bounced on his toes. Seeing you he was reminded that it was nerve wracking to admit one’s feelings

*but you might not return these feelings. He calculated the possibilities and his chances were…slim

*but that didn’t stop his heart from racing whenever you were around him again

*you’d touch his arm to try to see whats wrong and donnie.exe will stop working

*rebooting

*nervous bean shook and wanted to melt in your touch.

*he’ll do more stuff around you/with you just to be around you more. Hot water not working? He’d come fix it right away. Slight virus on your laptop, give him a second. He needs you to help him fix something. I’m sorry [y/n]. This is taking longer than expected to fix this. I might be used to long nights but you..d-d-do you want to take a break? *realizes what he said could be taken as an innuendo* *huh, who knew turtles could get so red?* !!!!!!!!!!!

*just as he thought his heart was full, you do something sweet for him like bring him coffee and he’d feel like he’d combust on the spot.

Mikey:

*it’ll come out of nowhere for him. It happened when everyone was around and you’d let out a laugh that he’d just hear over everyone else and wham! It hit him..

*Sure he flirts with you and seemed confident but once he realizes that he’s in love with you he’ll be bashful. Confidence out the door

*he would not be able to make an coherent sentence for a while

*he’d grab the nearest pillow and whop! Right on his face and scream

*but then he’d hide his feelings behind his flirting (he meant it before, but now it had extra meaning)

*constant squealing on how cute you were

*clingy boy becomes extra clingy

*he’ll have a fire going. Fueling the things he does for you and what he says and things he does with you.

*despite his hopefulness, he’s not an idiot. I knows that love comes with heartbreak sometimes.

*god he hoped his did not ended in heartbreak.

*you’d have no idea of the terror going on in his heart because he’s all smiles and jokes

*but then he’d catch you looking at him with a sparkle in your eye and his fear will melt away.

*honestly after more time passes from his realization the better he’ll feel. Fear and longing turning to giddiness and hope.

*he’ll end up having the most confidence out of all his brothers because he just knew… you know.

*holding onto his feelings was just poisoning his mood. So why do so?

*he’ll still not tell you outright but he’ll show it and literally say everything and anything else that meant it. You’re so cute [y/n]! We’d be the cutest couple around! Eh? Why are you getting red, babycakes? You’re not falling for me are you? ;)

Poly!Turtles:

*after they all individually come to realize that they all love you, it will take a decent amount of time for them to confront each other about it.

*they knew each other well enough to tell the signs when one falls for you.

*there will be sibling rivalry for your attention

*eventually though it’ll start to get kinda hostile.

*despite most of them if not all don’t want to fight, none of them will want to back down either

*it’ll honestly take either Master Splinter telling them to get their shit together and/or you to complain how stupid they’ve become with their fighting for them to finally sit down and discuss what do about this. None of them wanted to back down so…depending on if you’re ok with this,,,could they share?

(A/N: i actually started a fic about this ages ago of how they all just sit down and go through the discussion of being in a poly relationship, i just never finished it so i’m glad that i can sorta do it here)

*they will all agree that it was THE most embarrassing discussion between brothers ever. But it got the job done.

*you’ll notice that they’ll still squabble for your attention but they’d be more respectful of each other.

*if you’re not at the lair, one if not at least two of the guys was are you place.

*when you’d expect to only be hanging out with just one (as it was before) now you’d find yourself in a turtle pile. How many movie nights ended up with everyone squished on the couch?

*quiet moments? What are those again?

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael #raphael x reader #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo x reader #poly!turtles #poly!turtles x reader #poly turtles #werelywrites #werely asks #i'm so sorry if this is exactly what ya wanted #mikey gave me the most trouble jeez