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ALMOST PARADISE: PART FOUR - CHAPTER TWO OF TEN (?)

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 8.2k (THE LONGEST ONE YET)

a/n: heyyyyyy....... i went a lil wild ^^ as you can see. as much as i love writing stevie i am so excited to bring the other characters back in (esp the introduction of the dungeon master himself). once again, ruby had a hand in this. they had a really nice day. now let’s throw them to the dogs. ALSO! I FIGURED OUT TO TYPE AN EM DASH AND THAT MAKES ME VERY EXCITED! so now you’ll get proper punctuation. anyways. thank you so much for reading!!!!! please enjoy!!!!

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A sound, just barely a hum, vibrates in your throat as you stir. For a moment, you’re confused as your mind struggles to comprehend anything at this hour. It only takes another second for you to recognize that you’re at Steve’s, and then another for you to feel his skin on yours.

His hand is splayed out across your ribs, almost like he was halfway through pulling you closer before his eyelids dropped. As for Steve, his position matches yours, laying on his stomach beside you; one of his legs is pressed up against yours.

The morning sun streams in behind the curtains, a few beams of light peeking through as you come to, squinting your eyes to adjust to the brightness. It bathes the room in such a beautiful glow as it bounces off of furniture and onto the pair of you. As you continue to stir, muscles shaking as you stretch, you turn in Steve’s hold and are met with the sweetest sight.

His face is barely visible from beneath the mop of bed head; from what you can see, his skin is flushed and warm from deep sleep, leaving his face dusted red and squished against the pillow. His breathing is slow as his eyelashes flutter for just a moment — you wonder what he’s dreaming about.

Your body is already scooting forwards to Steve. As peaceful and simply divine as he looks when he’s asleep, you can’t go another second without being fully wrapped up in the arms of your new roommate. Just the thought makes your chest and stomach pool with warmth.

Your fingers appear from under the blankets to gently thread through his hair; you push back all the strands that fell out of place in the night, exposing the rest of his face to the morning glow. The second your hand is on him, Steve’s stirring — a deep breath tells you as much, chest rising and falling as your touch wakes him up. When you skim your fingernails across the skin of his scalp, you earn a low groan from his throat, his hold on you tightening.

God, he missed you.

You watch adoringly as Steve peeks his eyes open, peering at you through his eyelashes as if he doesn’t quite believe you’re here. The half-hearted squeeze on your waist speaks of his tiredness and you think for just a moment that he may close his eyes and drift back to sleep. He doesn’t.

Instead, the pair of you relish the time to gaze lovingly, both your eyes soaking up the details of the morning. It almost hurts how captivating he looks. The stripe of sunlight that brightens the whole room kisses his skin, tan and warm under your touch — his eyes lighter, soft caramel in the morning glow, rove over you fondly. His expression holds awe, drinking in the particulars of your face and the sensation of you in his arms.

He’s had dozens of mornings like this with you but none where he’s so sure that he can take his time, memorizing the way you curl into him.

“Hi roomie,” You whisper to him, like you’re sharing a secret for just the two of you. The words tumble delightfully in Steve’s chest. His sleepy smile becomes a fully formed grin, matching your own and all he can do is pull you closer yet.

Faces nearly touching, Steve moves his hand from your waist, tucking under your shirt — his shirt — and skirting up your bare back. Beneath his roaming fingers which draw senseless patterns on your skin, Steve feels you shiver despite your warmth; it makes the ache in his chest burn even stronger.

“Hi roomie,” He whispers back, head ducking to kiss your shoulder, his touch featherlight. You vaguely think that it shouldn’t be possible to be as happy as you are — you feel like you’re glowing, heart turning inside out from emotion and all you want to do is get as close to Steve as possible.

You don’t ignore the instinct, nuzzling into his chest and peppering your own gentle kisses onto the curve of his neck. It’s not the passionate rush similar to what you engaged in last night, no — instead each of these kisses are an ‘I love you’ repeated over and over, hoping it sinks in and runs through his veins all day.

Last night. Your face flushes now just thinking about it. Quite possibly, that’s the best it’s ever been. You two were so in sync, propelled by your incessant teasing from earlier and the wonderful, positively heartwarming truth that you’re going to live together. Every touch carried a thousand meanings.

Steve’s hand is still tracing beneath your shirt, yours twined into his hair. As you sigh happily into him, it feels as though a live wire is lit under your skin, body buzzing with pure love. He can already feel his eyes drooping once again, the sensation of you pressed to him is a comfort like no other. But he thinks he’d rather stay awake, conscious enough to feel your puffs of air hitting his chest.

“I think we should take your mattress. ‘S softer,” Steve murmurs as gently as he can. With his voice still rough from underuse, the words still contain a bit of that gravel that sits uncomfortably in his mouth.

You smile against his skin as the image of you two moving furniture into the space of your empty apartment floats into your mind. The thought of you decorating it with little trinkets and hanging art on the walls only adds to the building warmth that spreads through your body.

“We’re getting new sheets though, sweetheart. I can’t take it anymore.”

You chuckle a bit at his comment, reminded of the hole in your fitted sheet that Steve always seems to get his toes stuck in. You shift your hand to loop beneath his arm, fingers holding onto his shoulder as you place another kiss there as well. The tone of your voice is playful as you answer, pretending to be offended, “Fine.”

Steve nearly rolls his eyes in amusement while he trails two of his fingers down the line of your spine; instinctively, the sensation makes your grip on him tighten. Now similarly to you, his mind is lost in thought, thinking of all the ways the space can be yours.

“What about that pull-out your mom’s got? Think she’d be willing to let us take it?”

“Probably,” You’d shrug if it weren’t for Steve’s hold, “She’s been looking to get rid of it for a while.”

You bring your face back up, shifting your position on the bed to place your head on the pillow; you meet Steve’s warm, affectionate gaze when you’re settled. It forces more blood to rush to your cheeks which in turn makes his smile grow even wider. Planning the move makes your hearts swell in a way that you didn’t know was possible.

“M’so excited,” He admits, voice still raspy but words earnest and sincere, “I’ve always been excited about moving out of here.”

His eyes bounce around his room — the only room in the house with any life in it. You both know that the house is yours today, and while it feels like a silver-lining most of the time, you know it feels like a burden to Steve when you aren’t here with him. His gaze returns to your face and he dips his head forward to brush his nose against yours, eyes crinkled in his smile, “I’m more excited to do it with you.”

You beam and briefly wonder if Steve can feel your rocketing pulse under his fingers, the thrum of your love rushing through your body.

“Me too, Steve Harrington,” You say back, a giggle following the words. Then, morning breath be damned, you can’t not kiss him. He lends you the delicate press of his lips and you pour all your affection into the kiss, humming in happiness.

Breaking away, Steve looks more alight and awake than before and you ponder if he’s thinking the same as you; that this has to be the most perfect morning you’ve ever lived. He knows for sure that he’s never been more in love.

You keep inviting him into your life, closer and closer to the point where you want to share an apartment together. Steve’s always been a bit terrified that one of these days you would stop coming around, stop feeling an attachment to Hawkins and eventually move on to a better life in the city. While it’s clear that’s something you want, you want to do it with him.

Another thought pops into your head.

“Mom will give us the pull-out if I tell her that’s where Dustin will sleep when he comes to visit,” You mumble, trying to memorize the rise and fall of Steve’s breaths beneath your touch. All of this is being filed away, already saving this memory for a rainier day.

Steve grins softly, tone light and amused, “I give him three weeks before he insists on visiting.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Three weeks? Stevie, he’ll wanna be there on day one. We’re gonna have to beat him off with a stick to get a morning like this in the first week.”

Steve snuggles closer, sighing happily, “Price I’m willing to pay.”

The pair of you end up falling back asleep in each other’s arms, taking the opportunity to sleep in for as long as possible. It’s only when the little hand passes eleven do you finally crawl out of bed, nearly giving in to Steve’s protests when he tries to goad you back into his chest. But if you’re late for lunch, you’ll never hear the end of it.

You and Steve always join your family for lunch on Saturdays. If you’re not in the house by noon sharp, Dustin throws a fit. Even when you’re in Chicago, Steve’s at dinner at least twice a week and sometimes Robin joins too; your mother hates the idea of either one of them ever going hungry. They’re both welcome, regardless of your presence.

Breaking the news to Dustin went about as well as you could’ve expected. Your mom was thrilled for you both, and Dustin was… well, Dustin.

“Wait, hold on-” He stops as the realization slams into him, leaning up against the kitchen counter before angrily gesturing between the two of you, “First you leave and now you’re taking Steve? This is so not fair!”

A frown grows over Steve’s face with your brother’s words, turning his attention away from the cat you cradle in your arms, “Oh, so you come crawling back to me, huh? Now that I’m leavin’? Eddie’s not good enough for you anymore, is that it?”

Both you and Dustin roll your eyes, but your brother’s is far more dramatic, “Steve, I swear to GOD-”

“Have you met him?” Steve crosses his arms over his chest as he looks over to you, interrupting Dustin before he sets himself off. Your boyfriend doesn’t need to say it in order for you to understand his feelings. His tone says it all — Eddie Munson is a menace.

“Not really,” You set the cat down onto the tile when they start to wiggle out of your grasp, “Talked to him a bit when I picked Dustin up from Hellfire one night. He did not seem too thrilled to see me, to be honest.”

You shrug it off, remembering the interaction in your head — Eddie’s annoyed tone of voice, eyes focused on anything but you; his disinterest was palpable.

“Whatever, he can have any opinion of me that he wants,” You add, moving over to the stove to stir the simmering pot of soup, “Seems like half this town does, anyway.”

With your back turned, you don’t notice the knowing glance shared between Steve and Dustin.

Your brother’s mood shifts as he attempts to raise yours, “Maybe he’s just… just intimidated by you! Y’know you can be kinda scary sometimes.”

His comment earns him a scoff and a confused glance over your shoulder, “Yeah right. I’m intimidating to Eddie Munson? The guy who sells dr- magazines to the freshmen?”

You quickly change your word choice as your mother walks into the kitchen; you don’t know how much she’s aware of Munson's reputation, and you figure it’s probably better that it stays that way. When she starts reaching for napkins and silverware, Steve immediately offers his help and gets swept away to set the table, your mom reaching up to pinch his cheek in thanks.

You’re so unbelievably grateful that Steve’s welcome in your home; your mom even joked that he should be included in this year’s Christmas card due to how much time he spends with all of you. You know she’s thankful for what Steve’s done for both of her children. After your father… well, she’s happy another male figure found his way into the Henderson house.

Dustin can sense it as well. It’s hard to be annoyed with the prospect of Steve moving away with you for too long, partially because you’re absolutely glowing today. He makes you extremely happy, almost to the point where it doesn’t feel deserved. How could Dustin be mad at you for that?

“Just because Steve will be there all the time doesn’t mean you can skip a single weekend.”

Your brother’s comment forces you to turn around. His eyes are serious, narrowed as if he might hex you if you oppose him. Amused, you roll your own eyes again, as if it’s silly he could’ve thought anything less, “Obviously. That’s still the plan. Always was.”

Dustin seems to brighten at that, posture straightening a little more before smiling, “Good, good.”

You return the grin as you reach forward, a hand extended out towards the top of his head. Dustin whines, placing both of his palms on the sides of his hat to keep it in place, “Nooo! No! I worked hard on it!”

He’s already moving away, trying to duck beneath your outstretched fingers. To both of your surprises, he manages to skirt away untouched, which brings a proud smile to his face. Your brother doesn’t get to celebrate long.

As Steve comes back into the kitchen, he squeezes in beside Dustin to grab another plate from the cabinet. Your brother instinctively steps away to give him more space, which ends with Steve thanking him with a tousle of his cap, “Thanks little man.”

Dustin pouts once Steve’s hand has left him, fingers going straight to the brim to readjust the bright blue bill across his forehead. Steve winks at you as he exits — he saw the whole thing. You shake your head as a large toothy smile spreads over your face.

You are ridiculously, incandescently happy.

—

You’re half asleep on the couch when the phone rings; the bright trill catches your attention through the game show blaring through the television, eyes widening as you come to. You’re tucked against the corner, a foot stretched out onto the coffee table as the ringing continues.

Neither your mom or Dustin make an effort to get up because they both know you’re going to get it; you’re halfway off the couch before either of them could move anyways. You stifle a yawn as your socks pad across the hardwood floor and into the hallway where the phone resides.

You clear your throat as you lift it off the base; you still sound slightly tired as you speak, “Hello?”

“Turn on the news.”

You scoff, wedging the phone in between your cheek and shoulder, “Jeez, Steve. What the hell do I gotta do to get a ‘hello’ from you? I’m serious-”

“Henderson,” Steve interrupts. His voice is stern, uninterested in joking around right now; it makes goosebumps roll over your skin, and not the good kind, “Just turn on the news.”

Your brow furrows as you grab the base in your free hand, gripping it tightly while you walk to the living room, the cord straining the farther you get from the outlet. When you appear in the archway to the living room, Dustin looks at you with a similarly confused expression. With a nod of your head, you gesture to the screen and repeat the order Steve had given you.

Your brother flips through a few channels before finally landing on Channel Nine; a reporter stands in front of a slew of crossed yellow tape, reading something into the microphone about a lack of suspects.

You shift, leaning up against the wall, “What happened? They’re not saying right now.”

Steve sighs on the other end of the line. The longer it takes for him to respond, the more your anxiety grows. In the silence, you can hear the same channel faintly playing in the background, the words echoing each other in your ears. He speaks again before you can prod him for more information, his tone dejected as he’s forced to detail the tragedy to you.

“Some high schooler got murdered last night.”

“What?” The response is pushed from you in pure shock, “Murdered? Steve, are you serious?”

“Yeah. Guess someone found her body this morning.”

Your family turns their heads abruptly at the ‘M’ word, staring at you with wide eyes, just as baffled as you are. Dustin sits up a bit straighter and your mom instinctively clutches her cat closer before focusing intently on the reporter. Your brother asks a question far too loudly, which makes your mom shush him in return, “Who was it?”

When you repeat it to Steve, you mouth back the answer he gives, “They haven't said yet. Or… I don’t know, I didn’t catch much before I called.”

Before you can get too giddy about the thought of Steve dialing you first, he continues, “Just… come by the store when you can, okay?”

You hum, turning away from the living room to return to the phone’s original spot, “Thought I wasn’t allowed to visit you while you’re working anymore.”

Thankfully, Steve’s nerves seem to have settled while chatting with you. You can imagine the smirk on his face as he flirts back, “Well there’s a murderer on the loose, sweetheart. Pretty ladies like you always seem to be victims in these sorts of things. I’ll make an exception. And Robin misses you.”

A small giggle escapes you, grinning down to the floor, “Okay, I’ll come by in a bit.”

“Good,” Steve answers; the relief is obvious in his tone, “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you.”

Some shuffling on the other side of the line implies that Robin’s giving him a hard time for that, maybe a gross kissy face or something — Steve scoffs at her through the static, and your smile only grows.

“I know. Bye baby.”

He utters a similar phrase before hanging up, leaving you with the dial tone ringing through your ears. After placing the phone onto the base, you join your family in front of the television again, intent on taking in a few more details about the case before you eventually leave for Family Video.

It’s unsettling to think that after all of the things that have happened in Hawkins, a crime (you hate to say it) as normal as a murder seems alarming. You led a monster through the exact living room you’re standing in… and you’re shocked by a teenager getting killed?

You know that part in a slasher movie where the first victim’s been found and everyone’s crowded around the TV waiting for answers? Yeah, you’re living it. If you went over to either of your neighbor’s, you have a feeling they’re doing the same thing.

You get the dreadful feeling that nobody’s safe, like anyone could walk into Freddy Kruger. All the problems with the Upside Down always seem to be relegated to your group of survivors, or anyone else you manage to drag into it.

But something like a murder? With a small town like this, no wonder Steve was worried; maybe some of your anxiety has rubbed off on him.

You spend a few more minutes listening to the details of the case as they come in, including that the body was found at the old trailer park on the other side of town. The police claim there’s multiple suspects, but you know what that means; either there’s a single suspect that they can’t locate or they have absolutely no leads.

“First that poor Holland girl and the mall last summer…” You mom starts, her tone growing more panicked the more she hears; you and Dustin share a quick look from across the room, “I just don’t know if I can take much more of this.”

You shift awkwardly, crossing your arms over your chest at her words. Sometimes you forget that she doesn’t know what her children have been through, and a part of you hopes she never does — it would worry her ridiculously. She was a wreck after the Fourth of July, thinking you and Dustin had been visiting Steve at Scoops when Starcourt turned to ash. It was a believable excuse, but she’s been more protective of you two ever since — if that’s even possible.

The doorbell rings, snapping you from your thoughts. As Dustin gets up from the couch to answer it, you catch the time off the clock in the kitchen; it’s almost dinner time now. You should probably grab something to bring to Steve and Robin.

Or, that’s what you’re thinking until a familiar redhead enters.

It’s been… god, how long has it been? Since before you first left for Chicago last August. She’s grown more than you expected, but that shouldn’t shock you anymore especially with how tall Mike’s gotten. Dark clothes hang from her frame, not nearly as bright as those you’re used to seeing on her. While that would normally worry you the most, it’s the way her gaze lingers on you for a bit too long that does. The sight of you, leaned up against the wall on the other side of the room, stops her dead in her tracks. She didn’t expect to see you here, which in retrospect was a stupid thing to think.

“Max!” Her name is forced from your throat in surprise. Your face brightens as you’re reunited with the girl, who looks anxiously back to your brother when he shuts the door.

“How are you? What’s-”

“We need to talk,” Max interrupts you abruptly, her voice low. She simultaneously finds herself unable to look at you while also not wanting to look away, instead placing herself in this odd middle ground of nervous glances between you, the wall, and the floor. Seeing you standing in front of her for the first time in months, the realization is slamming into her — Max missed you more than she cares to admit.

You wish that you couldn’t sense her tension around you. It makes you regret being so excited to see her because clearly the feeling isn’t mutual.

Dustin brushes past her and leads the pair of you into his room; Max stands with her hands gripping tightly onto her arms and you mirror her, fingers clenched around your biceps as you perch yourself on the edge of your brother’s desk. You figure this spot gives her enough room away from you so she can be more comfortable. The thought makes you bite down on your teeth, hurt that this is what your relationship with the young girl has been reduced to.

Should you have done more to reach out to her?

The door closes behind Dustin. The two of you glance at each other as you wait for Max to speak. She’s biting down on her lip, brow furrowed intensely while she tries to compile her thoughts into something more understandable. But after a few seconds, she comes up short and just spits it out.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” Max shifts, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, “It was her. She was the one who was murdered. I saw the body this morning.”

An uneasy silence follows Max’s revelation. You don’t think you’d ever spoken to Chrissy, but she seemed like she was a decent human being — or more accurately, she didn’t really fit inside the box of ‘cheerleader’. It’s a shame someone ended her life before she could graduate; why does that seem to keep happening in this town?

Dustin’s face pinches in confusion as the news settles, “Don’t the Cunningham’s live over by Loch Nora? What the hell was she doing at the trailer park?”

The same question had popped into your mind by the time your brother asked it. It’s hard to imagine someone like Chrissy Cunningham willingly spending her time in a place like that.

Max leans all of her weight into her hip as she sighs, finally bringing her eyes up to dart between the two of you, seemingly aware that whatever piece of information she’s about to reveal is the real scandal.

“She was found at the Munson's place.”

Both you and your brother’s brows skyrocket.

“That’s not all,” Max continues, “I saw her with Eddie last night. Late last night. He brought her back with him after the pep rally I guess-”

“Well, case closed,” You interrupt, letting out a noise similar to a laugh as you stand.

“Woah, hold on-” Dustin stops his pacing, spinning on his heel to address you directly and confront you over what you imply, “We don’t know that, okay? There’s no way Eddie killed Chrissy.”

For the first time since she arrived, Max meets your eyes for longer than a second. Clearly, she had come to a similar conclusion — her face is filled with doubt like yours.

You adjust your grip on your arms as Max speaks for you both, “We can’t rule out that Eddie wasn’t involved somehow-”

“Yes! Yes we can! You two don’t know him like I do, okay?” Dustin raises his voice, impassioned by the accusation against his friend, “I promise you he didn’t do this.”

Your tone serves as a warning, “Dustin-”

“You said the same thing to me about Steve!”

“Woah hey,” You point your finger at him rather aggressively, “That’s not even remotely the same thing.”

“Yes it is!”

“No it’s not! He was an asshole, he wasn’t accused of murder!”

“Well look where you are now! He’s movin’ in!”

Max jumps in, eyes widening slightly with your brother’s words, “You’re moving in together?”

You groan, moving your hands to drag one of your palms down your cheek in exasperation. You weren’t necessarily planning on keeping this a secret, but it is rather annoying that Dustin’s the one who told her first.

“Yes, he’s coming to live with me in Chicago. And Dustin, you gotta stop being the one to break the news about our relationship to people outside our family. I’m serious.”

Dustin raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat on his bed; clearly he’s not going to be able to get through to you. He supposes he can’t blame you — you’re not likely to give someone the benefit of the doubt if they won’t do the same for you. But the longer he sits here, contemplating how to handle this, Max’s arrival confuses him; you have the same thought.

“You haven’t told the cops this, have you?”

Max darts her eyes up to meet yours; she hates that after all this time spent apart, you can still see right through her. The redhead exhales, blinking as she tries to organize her swirling mind once again. She really doesn’t want to say this.

“Last night, something else happened too.”

She squeezes her arms one last time before joining Dustin on the edge of his mattress; you have a feeling you’re going to want to sit down for this, so you sink into the desk chair as Max recounts the rest of her evening.

She recalls the TV going out, along with flickering lights all through the trailer. She recalls Eddie’s scream of terror and the way he drove off in a frenzy. She recalls her train of thought, the fears that she couldn’t help but overwhelm her as she looked back over the memory. That’s what brought her here.

You force yourself to take a breath after she’s done, leaning forward to rest your arms on your legs.

“Okay, look. I know that I’m usually the one to predict that something… bad’s gonna happen…” You begin, slowly coaxing the two teens through your reasoning, “But I think it’s safe to assume that Chrissy didn’t die because of something else.”

Dustin’s face grows confused at what you imply. You, who gave him so much shit for pursuing the Russian code without thinking that maybe there was more to it, don’t believe that a mysteriously sudden death could be Upside Down related? Even Max seems concerned by your level-headed attitude; you’re not known for disregarding a problem like this. Even though she didn’t know she’d see you here, she’d be stupid if she didn’t admit that your presence wasn’t a relief; you’ve gone through this since the beginning. If anyone knows what to do, it’s you.

Dustin scoffs lightly, “I think we have every reason to believe Chrissy wasn’t killed by someone from Hawkins. Or… not our Hawkins, at least.”

Before you can retort, he’s speaking again, “Look, if there’s a chance that Eddie’s innocent, we need to see it through. Right? I mean… if you had been accused of something like this and there was actually a Demogorgon running around-”

Dustin lowers his voice, nervously glancing to the door — he doesn’t suspect your mother’s listening in, but you can never be too careful. You sigh, shaking your head as you take in his words, lips firmly pressed together; you hate that he’s right.

“We need to find the only person that knows what actually happened,” Your brother concludes.

For the first time in three years, things are finally goin well. Maybe you’re in denial, unable to see the truth that’s right in front of you because a part of you finally feels normal. You’re in college, visiting home for Spring Break. Your boyfriend’s moving in with you in the fall. You have a grip on your nightmares. You don’t think you’re ready to let go of any of that for a guy like Eddie Munson.

You hope you can prove your brother wrong. For your own sake.

—

There’s only a couple of cars in the parking lot at Family Video when the three of you lock up your bikes outside. If you’re going on a hunt for Eddie Munson and then perhaps whatever creature’s stalking Hawkins (if there is one), there’s no way you’re doing it without Steve and Robin.

“Ah, well here I was expecting H squared when I should’ve known it’d be H cubed,” Robin says, setting her soda down on the counter, taking in the sight of you with Dustin and Max in tow.

Max’s face twists as she leans her forearms up against the counter, “What?”

Steve rolls his eyes; he’s heard this joke many times before because Robin’s quite proud of it. He gestures to himself, tone slightly exasperated, “Harrington…”

Then to you as you come around the counter, “Henderson…”

Robin shrugs in agreement as she darts her gaze to Dustin, “Yeah, y’know, H squared. You make it three so H cubed.”

“Ew, no. Don’t lump me in with-” Dustin scowls, motioning dramatically to Steve just as he pulls you into his side for a quick kiss, a stupid smile spread over both your faces, “Whatever they’ve got goin’ on.”

You send Dustin a matching frown; the twinkle in your eye doesn’t quite fit as you curl your arm around Steve’s. Your brother blinks, suddenly remembering the task at hand, “Robin, how many phones do you have?”

“Phones? Wha-”

“Just answer the question!” Dustin shouts, “We don’t have a lot of time here, Buckley!”

“Uh… th-three,” She stutters, startled by the sudden shift in mood, “Two out here and one in the back.”

Steve grows puzzled by Dustin’s odd request, but he supposes there have been stranger things he’s asked for — like that time he made Steve drive him to the store for a coil of wire and a carton of milk. He’s still too scared to ask what that was for.

Dipping his chin slightly, Steve whispers to you, “Do I want to know?”

Right as you’re in the middle of replying with a small shake of the head, Dustin tosses his backpack to the other side of the counter and jumps over; Robin grabs her drink just before his foot would have caught it, but none of the other items are so lucky. His stunt knocks nearly everything to the ground, which earns him a rather aggressive reaction from Steve, who pulls himself from you in record time to scold him.

“DUDE!” He shouts as Robin threads her hair into her hands, looking on at the chaos the younger boy has created. Dustin completely disregards the both of them and goes straight for the computer, hopping onto the stool previously occupied by Robin. Max mutters something under her breath, a breathless scoff escaping her.

“You know what? This is why I can’t take you anywhere,” You say, now properly shaking your head as you bend over to grab one of the signs that had fallen down. Robin takes it from you with a restrained smile, trying not to go crazy on the teen since Steve’s already doing a decent job of chewing him out.

Dustin eventually gets tired of Steve’s nagging and raises his voice to talk over him, addressing you and Max as he begins typing something, “Can you two please just catch them up while I take care of this?”

“Oh Jesus,” Steve groans, running one of his hands through his hair as he scoops up the VHS tapes on the ground, “Please don’t tell me he roped you into some Hellfire shit or something. I mean… what’s all this about Munson, anyway?”

You laugh before leaning back against the counter, “You’re not far off, actually.”

Your expression shifts before Steve can make some sort of snide comment; he recognizes that look anywhere and it worries him immensely. It’s the anxious one, the one that he hasn’t seen in a few months, but he could recognize in an instant. Something’s happened.

You let Max spill the details about your brother’s theory. Immediately, Robin’s intrigued — if there’s one thing she likes to sink her teeth into, it’s a good mystery. Steve, on the other hand, shares the same concerns that you do. He’s fairly convinced that he should just call the cops on Eddie right now, but he hates to admit that there’s a decent chance that Dustin’s right. He can see it in your eyes; this worry is starting to eat away at you. The faster the five of you find Eddie, the better.

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“It’s kinda… Camp Crystal Lake out here, if you know what I mean.”

Max’s comment earns a sound of approval from you while you swipe the flashlight across the forest to your left. You squint, darting your eyes between the trees as you search for movement — human or otherwise. The redhead managed to get a lead out of one of Eddie’s friends, which you’re now pursuing in the evening moonlight.

Fog rolls up from Lover’s Lake, floating above the water’s surface as you and the girl walk the gravel path down to the boathouse; Steve, Robin, and Dustin trail behind. The forest is still, eerily so — there aren’t any cicadas or grasshoppers to fill the silence at this time of the year. If there’s anything out there, you’d be able to hear it in an instant. You can’t tell if that’s a relief or not.

“Thankfully I don’t think we’re gonna run into a guy with a hockey mask,” You joke as the pair of you approach the boathouse, a small structure fashioned out of corrugated metal, “Maybe one with a machete though.”

Max’s laugh brings a small smile to your face. You missed her company; the two of you are ridiculously similar. Regardless of what happens here, you hope that maybe your friendship with her can begin to mend. It’s only taken a couple of hours, but glimmers of your dynamic with her are starting to return — neither of you could help it even if you tried.

You know it hasn’t been easy for Max to adjust and maybe you should’ve done more to be there for her. But then again, it’s hard to imagine you helping anyone grieve Billy Hargrove, so perhaps you should cut yourself some slack.

She points her flashlight through one of the few windows, reflecting a prism of refracted light back onto her cheek, “I mean… we are out here looking for a killer, so-”

“Alright don’t jinx us, Mayfield,” You playfully interrupt as you wait for the others to join you, “One problem at a time, yeah?”

“I’m just saying, we better not find you and Steve brutally stabbed to death because you two decided to sneak off or some-”

With a scoff, you shove her to shut her up, accompanied by one of your famous glares; Max stumbles as she giggles before you’re finally flanked by the trio. All of you nervously stand here for a moment, sharing silent glances as you try to determine which one of you will do the honors. To your surprise, Robin reaches for the door first.

The interior isn’t impressive to look at — not that you were expecting much. There’s only three walls, letting the chill from the spring evening infiltrate the room. You get the sense that the boathouse isn’t well taken care of; the air trapped within still manages to smell like mildew even with a light breeze filtering through. With all of your flashlights searching the space, the water casts patterns over the sparse amount of furniture, as well as your faces as you take it in.

“Wow, this place is a dump,” Steve mutters, which makes you elbow him in the side, “What? I’m telling the truth! Look at all this shit.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Just makin’ an observation, Henderson,” He replies, glancing over to you as he pushes forwards towards the right side of the room. Dustin follows him while Robin and Max take the other side, separated by a small rowboat docked in the center. You drift behind the boys.

Steve’s not wrong — the room’s filled with all kinds of miscellaneous junk. Based upon the contents alone and if it weren’t for the boat, you’d never know that’s what it’s meant to store. There’s crates packed to the brim with bottles of beer, a workbench with several unfinished projects scattered amongst the tools, and an old television from the ‘60s that reminds you of the one your grandparents had.

There’s a collection of spare oars propped up against the wall, and among them is a four-pronged pitchfork. You laugh under your breath, wrapping your fingers around it and pulling it from the others before spinning it in your palm.

“It’d suck if somebody tried rowing with this,” You joke. Your voice is only loud enough to reach Steve and Dustin’s ears, who both turn to you with slight smiles at what you imply. Your boyfriend reaches past you, his arm brushing against yours as he grasps one of the oars, a playful expression on his face, “Think you’d learn your lesson pretty quick if you tried.”

A soft giggle from you — Steve’s heart flutters. Then he remembers why you’re snooping in the first place and his eyes go stony; there’s gotta be somewhere someone could hide in here. His protective instinct grows.

A nudge to your hip brings your focus back up to Steve, who’s now focused intently on the boat, coated in tarps and other materials. With a quick gesture of his head and a knowing glance sent your way, his gaze dark except for a sliver of caramel from the flashlight, you understand him; he doesn’t have to speak. He takes the oar in both hands and cautiously approaches the boat.

Dustin stops Steve with a sharp whisper before he can do anything, the oar raised like he’s about to impale something on the end.

“What are you doing?”

Steve frustratingly glares at your brother, “He could be hiding in here, I don’t know!”

Dustin scoffs, “Yeah right. And like that’s gonna do anything if there’s anyone in there anyways.”

With the thin end, Steve motions over to his left, “That’s what she’s for.”

Dustin hadn’t noticed you step in closer, completely silent even with one of your hands still gripping the pitchfork; the other holds the beam from your flashlight directly onto the boat, where Steve begins poking at the overlapping tarps.

“Can never be too careful, Henderson. All of us have nearly died about a hundred times, in case you forgot,” Steve adds, the wood crinkling the canvas beneath it before he pulls away to look at Dustin properly, “So excuse me for taking the time to make sure we’re all saf-”

It happens so quickly you’re barely able to process what you witness. With Steve’s back turned to the boat, the tarps suddenly fly off. For a split second, you thought it had been Steve who moved them, but the wild and frizzy head of hair that appeared answered every question you had.

Eddie Munson — the Dungeon Master for the Hellfire Club — has got a fist in Steve’s shirt and a broken bottle jammed up against his neck. The pair of them stumble backwards until Steve’s firmly pinned to the wall behind him, panic rushing over his face as he tries not to move.

That’s when something pokes Eddie in the ribs.

“I’d let go of him if I were you.”

Eddie’s brazen eyes dart over his shoulder; he’s certainly not expecting to see you standing behind him. The pitchfork is clasped tightly between both your hands, the flashlight discarded onto the floor. It’s wedged at an angle where Eddie can feel the prongs with each shallow breath. Your eyes are rageful, fierce in their intensity beneath the crease in your brow. Eddie didn’t know what he was getting himself into threatening Steve like this.

He doesn’t know anything about you, or what you’d do to protect those you love. Regardless, Eddie gets the sense that you’re not bluffing; you’d shove this thing through him if he hurts Steve.

You can barely hear your brother and the others shouting in fear as the room suddenly grows incredibly tense — when Steve moves, Eddie presses the bottle into his Adam's apple, which then causes you to shift the pitchfork to rest in between two of his ribs. The three of you are locked in a standoff; none of you are going to move.

Dustin’s saying something about how you’re all here to help Eddie, but you can’t make out the details over the anger and terror that rushes through your brain. Every few milliseconds, you switch your focus from Eddie to Steve, trying to gauge how he’s doing as the other boy refuses to move. You swallow nervously.

Steve desperately wants to say something to you, assure you that it’s gonna be okay, because he can see the panic in your irises every time he meets your eyes. He doesn’t have a great view of you with his chin forced up like this, but that doesn’t matter — he could feel your stress from a mile away.

“Maybe we all should just… relax for a moment, yeah? We’re not here to hurt you,” Dustin, bless his heart, is trying desperately to calm Eddie, having forced himself in front of Robin and Max in an attempt to diffuse the situation. You can’t get a read on Eddie, unable to tell whether or not your brother’s words are getting through to him.

Your heart’s pounding so loudly that Eddie has to be able to hear it; you don’t know how much longer you can stand here like this. How long has it been? Two minutes? Ten seconds? Time is an illusion to you while Steve’s got his eyes screwed shut, a sharp object pressed against his throat, Dustin’s words drowned out by your anxiety.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hold on Steve weakens and he finally lets your boyfriend go. Your eyes meet Eddie’s just before he turns away, both of you equally uneasy and frightened, and the pitchfork clatters to the ground as Steve instinctively searches for you. Your demeanor shifts in an instant, nearly giving Eddie whiplash. If he wasn’t so caught up in his own thoughts, he’d be studying your interactions with Harrington — your behavior is confounding to him.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, voice hushed just quiet enough to only be heard by him, as he gasps for air; he couldn’t help but hold his breath through all of that. With your guidance, Steve sits on a nearby stack of crates, one of his own hands curled around his throat.

Robin whispers his name as she kneels on the ground beside you, taking a moment to check up on the both of you; the look she shares with you confirms that you’re going to be fine. She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder as she speaks again.

“He didn’t… like, get you, did he?”

With a deep exhale, Steve shakes his head, darting his eyes between the two girls concerned in front of him. He’s incredibly lucky to have the pair of you looking out for him.

Steve doesn't know whether to wave off your concerns or welcome your comfort; he's a little shaken up, but nothing's hurt. He'd hate to make you worry about something so insignificant right now. But from how wide your eyes are, how much your voice shakes as you whisper to him, Steve knows your steady touch is more for you than it is for him.

“I’m okay,” Steve mutters when he gains the strength to speak. He can tell that you need a bit more reassurance as Robin seems satisfied with that answer — your fingers are still trembling against his skin from the adrenaline.

“Here, lemme see,” You pinch his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, tilting his head back so you can inspect his skin. Steve swallows as your other hand gently skims across his throat, searching for any cuts or blood; he has to stop himself from shuddering at the light contact. When you can't seem to find anything, you pull his chin back down.

Steve manages a small smile, his tone genuine despite the hushed way he speaks, “Thanks.”

You nod once as you remove your hands from him — it’s obvious he doesn’t just mean checking him for wounds. Your ability to switch between his loving girlfriend and the most dangerous person in the room makes his head spin.

“Of course. Always.”

Steve can tell your words have more than one meaning too.

Dustin had convinced Eddie to drop the shattered bottle, which he tossed into the lake for good measure. Now that there’s some distance between you, you’re finally able to get a decent look at the fugitive.

It’s strange to see someone clad in so much leather and metal tucked into themselves on the floor. But Eddie… Eddie’s terrified. You wonder for a moment if it’s because of you, until you recognize the nervous fidgeting. His legs are folded into his chest, posture hunched as he takes a few deep breaths himself, spinning the ring around his middle finger.

You’d recognize that type of anxiety anywhere — with eyes glazed over in retrospection. In horror.

The oxygen is sucked from your lungs.

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you begin listening in, leaning against a pillar in the room. You missed the first part of the conversation while tending to Steve, who now stands beside you, but you seem to have picked a good time to pay attention. Eddie’s worked himself up, voice cracking and shuddering as he recounts what happened last night. The way he describes Chrissy’s death, bones snapping and twisting unnaturally… you know he’s not lying. You had been able to deduce that from the look on his face alone, but hearing confirmation of it stings so much worse.

As you look over to Steve, his hand smooths across your back comfortingly. When his arm returns to his side, you wrap your fingers around his elbow and press your cheek to his shoulder. He swallows harshly before leaning in to kiss your hair softly.

Dread rolls over you both; it’s happening again. This feels different than the last three times.

The attack that killed Chrissy came from the other side, from the Upside Down, you’re certain of it. There’s no other possible explanation — if there was a gate, you would’ve known by now. The thought of this spellcaster, this… Vecna being able to psychically cross the barrier between your dimensions makes your blood run cold.

Another awful thought floods your brain; El’s in California. You’ve never been able to beat this without her.

This morning — the pair of you and Steve bathed in the warmth from your love and the sunlight — already seems like a distant memory.

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Ppl who make Chuuya solely the bottom imho also tend to make him more outwardly emotional and “good” I’ve noticed. Like they have him crying or talking about his feelings, sometimes with like therapy speak, and they sort of act like he’s a more moral person than he is? Like they focus more on the fact that he’s generally an amiable person, esp off the clock, than the fact that actually he’s a workaholic who doesn’t really lose sleep over killing ppl and like, very much would have let Dazai kill Q. Like he’s not an innocent secret do-gooder who craves life in the light most ardently?? He’s been an executive in the mafia since he was 18 and he’s the second in command. He’s a badass who is comfortable in his own skin and secure in his skills, and he’s never cried in canon, and imho he would rather chew glass than talk about his feelings openly

honestly that's a common ooc thing i see in top chuuya stuff (or non-smutty fics) too unfortunately 😩 BUT i do think there's a connection between the fandom perception of top/bottom "personalities" (in fanon. on god this whole discussion is gonna be in my future callout post if i don't clarify that) and this type of characterization but it's more like. a chicken and egg situation

as in, people who write bottom chuuya don't necessarily make him ooc. but the ppl who do write him in this ooc way, tend to make him a bottom in their fics, bc these are traits that are commonly associated with bottoms in fanon (in every fandom, like as a general concensus thing many ppl tend to fall into without thinking. you know those people who look for the same ship dynamic in every fandom they join? these guys)

all that being said the same is true abt dazai too (and making him more mysterious and suave), in both directions actually (like making him more whiny and spoiled and have less of a backbone or agency). this sort of thing happens to all characters in all fandoms i think, where one thing feeds into the other, it's just. ig. louder with skk bc they really really /don't/ fit those common character traits you see in many generic popular ships

hope that made sense 🙏

#also sorry if i came off as harsh 🥺 not my intention #lemme clarify that at the end of the day i don't think any perception of top/bottom is inherently ooc #bc top/bottom aren't personality traits. and most couples switch anyway #regular disclaimer of only talking abt the fandom perception of things here on god pls no one take me out of context abt this.

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CHARACTER SHEET ― FULL NAME. neil andrew watts . NICKNAME. n/a ALIASES.‏ dr. watts, employee #98Dyb54qRd . PRONOUNS. he/him, cis male HEIGHT.‎ 5'7" / 170.18 cm .‏‏‎ AGE. twenty nine ZODIAC. ‎‏‏‎sagittarius / november 24th . SPOKEN LANGUAGES.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎english mostly, and all sorts of different coding and programming languages, too! (fluent)‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏��‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR.‎‏‏‎ brown with a blonde-ish tint, it's slightly curly and always a mess, like he has permanent bedhead, is cut into a mullet-esque style, with shaved sides.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎has gone grey, esp around his temples. FACIAL HAIR. ‎‏‏‎usually none, but might grow out a light scruff for funsies, or if he's super busy and just. forgets.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ EYES. ‎‏‏‎usually hidden behind reflective glasses, has heterochromia, one eye be ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ -ing a vibrant green, where the other is a light, hazel brown, with rings of green.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SKIN TONE. pale, almost a bit sickly, has some scattered freckles on his cheeks, shoulders, etc.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ BODY TYPE. shorter then average, sort of round and squishy, thick arms and legs. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ VOICE. on the higher end, kind of nerdy and nasally at times, but warm, too. has a very slight southern accent, popping out more when angry, or intoxicated. used to have a bad stutter as a kid, still pops out, sometimes. ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ DOMINANT HAND.‏‏ right-handed.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ POSTURE. ‎‎slouched, very casual, his hands normally tucked in his labcoat's pocke -ts, sometimes sways back and forth on his feet, fidgets with his glasses a lot, too. SCARS. some random scuffs and marks from field work, but nothing serious.‏‏‎‏‏‎ OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES. colorful enamel pins decorate the front ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ of his lab-coat, and though you can't see them, he's always wearing patterned/funky socks.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎has a tongue piercing from high-school years.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH. xxxx, texas, united states HOMETOWN. xxxx, texas, united states SIBLINGS.‎‏‏‎ ‎N/A‏‎ PARENTS. ‎lynri watts is his mother, quincy reynard is his father, grew up very close to both parents, but after his mother's death at eight, he slowly grew distant from his father. his mother helped create the machinery they use at the sigmund corporation, and neil is very set on continuing her legacy, and not allowing her memories to fade. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION.‎‏‏‎ ‎sigmund corporation scientist, technician specialist ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CURRENT RESIDENCE. xxxx, maine, united states ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CLOSE FRIENDS. ‎‎‏‏‎‎‏‏dr eva rosalene, dr roxanne winters, faye ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ FINANCIAL STATUS. ‎‏‏‎well-off, not exactly rich, but not doing too bad, either. ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ DRIVER'S LICENSE. unfortunately. often recklessly, but some -how manages to get to where he needs to be, nonetheless. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ CRIMINAL RECORD. ‎‎‏‏‎N/A.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ VICES.‏‏‎ ‎lying through his teeth, often. dumb jokes at inappropriate times, trashy tv and buying useless gadgets from infomercials.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. ‎switch.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.‎‏ switch.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ TURN OFFS. pushy with boundaries, can't take a joke/his teasing, puts down his hobbies and work‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ TURN ON'S. accepting of his illness/general issues, ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ keeps him on track but can be silly too, passionate LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time‏‏‎‎‏‏‎, acts of service ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. pushes most people away out of fear of hurting them due to his illness, not wanting to 'force' someone into watching him decline, sooner rather then later. but once he comes around, starts accepting this fact more, he's very soft and loving, sappy, even. lots of subtle gestures and declarations of love.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. bestest detectives in the world - character theme, impostor factory - title theme, ‏‏‎weird science - oingo boingo, montreal - penelope scott‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. coding/programming, ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ robotics/mechanics, video games, and painting‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right-brained.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. prides himself on his work success, but only that, really. tends to forget about his self esteem otherwise, meaning without his work, he feels like nothing particularly special. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‏‎

#* && OOC #* && PROMPTS #* && DR / NEIL / WATTS .#i hold him up to you. hes MY little freak of nature asdfghjkl

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writernopal · 10 months

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Happy STS! What nighttime routines do your OCs adhere to? What is it that finally helps them to fall asleep at night? Do they prefer to sleep alone, or by/with someone else?

Happy STS! I'm putting part of this under a cut bc its longer than I thought it would be lol.

What nighttime routines do your OCs adhere to?

I answered something similar to this here, primarily for Wilkes, because he's the only one regimented enough to have a routine. Mariel is a close runner-up, though she can't really keep a stable routine bc spoilers, but back when she could, she would wash her face (mild soap and water), brush and braid her hair to keep it neat and tangle-free throughout the night. Change her clothes, pick out her outfit for the next day, read, pray, and then go to sleep.

Fay doesn't really have one aside from changing into night clothes and applying lip balm with a light lotion to her skin since she's out at sea all time. And Axtapor...he's a symbolic stinky boy lol (he's a Lizardfolk, so he doesn't sweat, so no real stink per se). He will change his clothes to sleep sometimes, but most of the time, he doesn't. He just changes in the morning if he feels like he needs to. No other upkeep is followed lol.

What is it that finally helps them to fall asleep at night?

Mariel: For her, it's usually physical tiredness. She works very hard and does mostly manual labor, so she's usually pretty tired at the end of the day.

Axtapor: Smoking and drinking, esp if it's been a rough day. He won't necessarily drink to get drunk, but he will have at least one before going to bed.

Fay: Smoking opium and stargazing. She's been addicted to said substance for many years so she needs it before she can get to sleep. That along with stargazing helps take her mind off things so she can rest.

Wilkes: Reading. He's the type to get drowsy while reading, even if it's a good book so he tends to fall asleep with them in his hands.

Do they prefer to sleep alone, or by/with someone else?

Mariel: She thinks she likes to sleep alone 🥺

Axtapor: Prefers to be alone unless he's dating someone, then he turns into the most ANNOYING cuddle monster. He will throw fits because he doesn't want to sleep alone.

Fay: She's basically a cat and will sleep next to the warmest thing, which is usually her husband, Wilkes.

Wilkes: Either is fine for him, but he does prefer to sleep in the same bed as Fay!

#thanks for the ask!#nopal answers #aasoaf #mariel #axtapor #fay #wilkes #sts

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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playlist anon here! Cornelia street ALMOST made it on the playlist, it just didn’t because I wanted more angst!!! I hope you enjoy it and i wanna know your thoughts if you’re willing to share when you finish your listen☺️

I'm actually gonna put all my thoughts on this reply, lmao. And I'm typing these up as I listen so uhh this might be a rambled mess LMAO.

Track 1: IMPECCABLE CHOICE. we really cannot have a playlist without the star of the show ;) ~ i love cigarettes after sex lol they're so moody and sensual. show stopping. incredible. iconic. Track 2: TAYLOR!!! SWIFT!!! God, I love gold rush so much. esp the line; "I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush" because i think it perfectly encapsulates how the reader feels about carmy. her desire for distance, her uneasiness about her affection/fondness, the vulnerability that he unknowingly teases from her. Track 3: I've never heard this song before. I know of HAIM. But, wow this song really gave me like BUTTERFLIES. Especially these two lines: "We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter // When you're lyin' between my legs it doesn't matter." like 👀👀👀 HELLO?

Track 4: Yeah, this one - like - taylor swift is so good at writing songs about yearning LMAO. Just. * Chef kiss.* Track 5: MITSKI. MITSKI. MITSKI!!!! Is it really a playlist if we don't have mitski? answer: no it is not! ugh. "baby will u kiss me arleady?" LIKE DAMN, TRUE. MISTKI!!! WILL HE?? Track 6: Okay, I need my girl by the national. is. the most yearning-of-songs to ever yearn. this song really captures what it feels to be like "outside" - not relating to peers, or family, and feeling like you have this connection to a specific person who even when you feel small/insecure/weak/etc---this person is who can pull you out of it, who softens the edges of the world, :.) i love them sfm. Track 7: hi taylor. This song is so carmy-coded. "And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound" and this one too: "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad" -- carmy knows EXACTLY what to say to cut someone deep. ha ha. this line, especially, feels very carmy/mikey to me: "I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that" COOL, COOL, NOW IM FUCKING CRYING.

Track 8: emotional damage. emotional damage. how dare u put phoebe bridgers on this playlist. i weep. this song perfectly captures the grief that they (reader and carmy) share. 😭

Track 9: I've never heard this song but it got me with the FIRST LINE. "in the car in the backseat" HELLO?? fucking IMMACULATE. also, like yes reader IS a fucking mess. they're both messy. and yet "I believe that you see me for who I am" [SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW AND WALKS INTO THE OCEAN]

Track 10: wow this song is also so THEM. "All the skeletons you hide. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." hi, i will need 7-10 business days to process this, thnx. goodbye. u really weren't lying when you said you wanted angst. u know that meme of the stick-figure guy lying on the ground in a puddle of his own tears? That's me.

Track 11: Hoax by Tswift is so Carmy-coded. I think Taylor wrote all these songs for him, actually. but, also the references to shades of blue, make me think of reader looking to Carmy's eyes. both romantic and lowkey fucking SAD. are u trying to fucking kill me??

Track 12: it's about the yearning. i just love the concept that this song implies that like no matter how much you try to push someone out, they can still get under ur skin. HAHA WALKING INTO THE OCEAN AGAIN.

Track 13: i made the mistake of looking up the lyrics to this song so i could include my favorite line and then the internet told me that the meaning of this song could be interpreted as "pouring love into someone and they only give a fraction back in return." wow that hurts bestie. but also the ending of this song, the way it picks up, and the crescendo of music (im not a musician) its giving ~crying while sliding down the wall in the golden light of pre-sunset and clutching ur phone to ur chest.~

Track 14: wow this song fucking slaps? Also screaming at the chrous: "Is it insensitive for me to say - Get your shit together? - So I can love you" LOSING IT. I feel like it could be taken both ways, Reader's view to Carmy and his view to her. Like. Hmmm. besties. I'm feeling like these two might be grenades thrown at each other. hahahah.

Track 15: WE GOT HOZIER?? damn!! I feel like you went into the cosmos and found all the bangers I had forgotten about or simply never heard. God, I love his folky, gentle vibe. I feel like this would be the perfect song to have played during the wedding scene when they're both sitting in front of Lake Michigan, talking about loss, and their budding friendship.

Track 16: "The devil's in the details but you've got a friend in me." Again, are you TRYING to kill me?? Honestly, all of these songs could apply to SOME part, some scene of this fic, and I want to THROW MYSELF INTO THE SUN!! also like the line....."Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other". that's it. I'm listening to the rest of these from beyond the grave. also like ugh the way this song embodies being THERE for someone but not being able to u know fix the shit they're going thru or heal it and just having to accept that.

Track 17: daddy hozier is back! this song is just ugh so romantic. i feel like hozier is the only Man to Ever Exsist, imo, and get it. He gets it! Also, this song makes me feel like being "brought to life" by love and uguuugghh. I know ur going for an angst angle but this song makes me feel so warm and cozy x)

Track 18: WOW THIS SONG IS SOOO READER. This is her song. You've done it. You've cracked the code. I think this song could be interpreted as her feelings for Carmy, but also, on a larger scale--The Bakery--when it came into her life, everything changed, and she now has something to prove, something to work for. I'm in AWE of ur mind, anon.

Track 19: oh ok we're back to being sad, I GUESS. GOSH. EVERMORE?? Pls!!!! The way this song describes a story of grief and how it feels like it's going to last forever, but it doesn't. Time actually does heal wounds. You just have to make it through the months, through the cold, and into safety and warmth. What a PERFECT ending song choice.

how i feel about this playlist (affectionate)

#fic: nghb feedback #long post #this is so incoherent im sorry lsdjfdslkfjsdl (not sorry)#i have the biggest grin on my face LMAO

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introvertedelf · 2 years

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Hello! I saw you want Kaz brekker smut requests. I love what you have wrote so far!

What about soft one one where Kaz, years after CK, has a thing with reader (pining or relationship, you can decide) and finds out that something has happened to reader, like for example; she lost a friend because that friend betrayed her trust and reader is sad because of it, she feels worthless and not wanted and he wants her to feel loved again, so he offers to make soft and gentle love to her. He gets to know that reader is virgin and she's very nervous and insecure about sex and thought of being naked in front of someone but they get around it anyway after Kaz promises to make sure to take his time and to make sure that reader is comfortable and that she feels good during whole thing. He doesn't do anything without asking for reader's consent. And when he has pushed himself inside of her, he places a lot of kisses on her mouth, neck and collarbone and praises her if she starts feeling insecure (he remembers how nervous he was during his first time and uses it as a reference, you can mention if he had a relationship with Inej or leave his previous partner nameless). Bonus points if they make love in missionary position and he cums inside of her after she asks him to but he makes sure she cums first. After their lovemaking Kaz cleans her up and cuddles her til she falls asleep on him.

I'm 20 and a virgin and I never find virgin smut which wouldn't be from a porn movie esp with my comfort characters so this would mean much to me but if you don't want to do it, it's okay. Please don't take any pressure! And I'm sorry about my english. I'm not native.

I love this request with all my heart. I’m not a virgin, but my first time was terrible and didn’t go the way I wanted…It’s so therapeutic for me to write soft virgin smut. Hope this helps🤗

Warnings(s): Virgin smut, fingering, mention of blood, OOC Kaz

Word Count: Over 2.6k

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YOUR POV

She betrayed me. My best friend of three years turned on me and ratted me out. I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t understand. Why would a friend do that? Had I done something wrong? What the hell?

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a knock on my door.

“Y/N?” It was Kaz, my boyfriend. The Kaz Brekker, bastard of the barrel. He’d never exactly been the lovie dovie, touchy feely type, so I quickly wiped my tears so he wouldn’t notice. I figured seeing me crying would only make him uncomfortable.

“Come in,” I called, watching the knob twist to reveal Kaz in his signature suit and crow-headed cane limping in. He frowned when he saw me, no doubt noticing how puffy my eyes were. He stopped in front of me, looking down at me with a concerned expression.

“Y/N . . . What happened?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft and caring. I sniffled, unable to stop the tears from falling once more. They were hot and violent as they streamed down my face.

I almost flinched when I felt Kaz sit beside me on the bed, his arms pulling me into his lap. He had worked on touch a lot, to the point where he could kiss, hold hands without gloves, and touch my bare skin.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” he cooed. “Tell me what happened, please.” I buried my head into his chest, inhaling his scent of whiskey, kruge, and some luxurious cologne that I loved so much.

“(Friends name) left me . . .” I sobbed, hating the way her name sounded coming out of my mouth. I felt him tense, his blood boiling.

“Why?” His tone was light, but you’d heard it before. When Kaz Brekker’s voice was too casually light, it meant murder.

“I don’t know . . . I feel so worthless.” He took hold of my chin at that, tilting my head up to look at him. The soft pads of his thumb wiped my tears from my flushed cheeks.

“Darling, listen to me,” he whispered. “You are not worthless. You mean so, so much to me. I know I don’t say it often. I know. But let me show you how much to you mean to me?” He questioned, looking at me with what seemed like pure adoration and love.

“You already are showing me.” I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder. He shook his head, pressing a kiss to my jugular.

“Sweetheart, let me make love to you.” My eyes widened in surprise. Tensing in his arms.

“Kaz—I’ve never . . .” You stammered, trying to find the way to tell him that you were a virgin.

“You’ve never had sex before?” He asked, shocked for some reason. You shook your head ‘no’, fearing that he wouldn’t want you anymore. He probably wanted a more experienced—

“Aw, sweetheart. It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.” He brushed my hair out of my eyes. “Only when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready!” I intercepted, so eager it made him chuckle. “Please . . . Make love to me, Kaz Brekker.” I kissed him on his soft lips, him kissing me back so sweetly it made me swoon. His mouth tasted like whiskey and jurda, his taste making me moan into his mouth.

I felt his gloved fingertips brush against the hem of my shirt, his eyes looking at my own in a silent manner as if to say ‘it this okay?’

You nodded at him, taking his gloved hands in yours and tugging on the tips. Kaz had usually forgotten to take his gloves off at night, even. They were like second skin to him

He smiled softly at me, pulling off the leather and exposing his smooth, beautiful hands to me. Long, thick fingers that made me involuntary clench down on nothing. Kaz cupped my face in his, pressing his lips to mine again.

His other hand trailed down to my chest, finding one of my breasts and giving it a squeeze, feeling my nipple harden through my shirt. He slid it off of me, my arms covering my bare breasts. He shook his head, gently taking my wrists in his hands and uncovering me.

“Beautiful . . .” He murmured, cupping my breast in his hand, palming at it and then gently squeezing the nipple between his warm fingers. My mouth formed an ‘o’ and Kaz smirked.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked rhetorically, gently pushing me down then on the bed. He looked like a god above me, removing his own shirt to expose his muscles and scars that littered his abs. I had seen him shirtless countless numbers of times, but this was . . . Different.

He then came to stand in between my legs, his fingers pulling on the waistband of my pants.

“Can I take these off, angel?” He questioned, wanting to make sure I was completely comfortable.

“Yes,” I said firmly. I wanted him to know that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

I lifted your hips for him as he slid the pants down, leaving me only in my white cotton underwear. Dammit, I cursed mentally. I should have worn something sexier had I known—

“So gorgeous, look how wet you are for me,” he trailed his finger down my bare stomach slowly, eyes on the drenched cotton covering my sex. He was cautious to always observe the expression on my face, not wanting to make me uncomfortable for one moment.

“Please . . .” I begged, pushing my hips up towards his finger as it got to the apex of my thighs.

He pressed his thumb against my swollen clit, smirking at my facial expression as he did so. “Here?”

“Yes! Please—“ Pleasure swarmed inside of me as he massaged my clit in circles, sitting on his knees and putting his face closer to my core.

He continued to do that for a while, until I was practically begging him to put his fingers inside of me.

“Want me to take these off now?” He asked, hooking his thumbs on the band of the underwear, pulling them down my legs after I nodded.

I heard him audibly growl when my bare cunt was exposed to his hungry eyes, glistening in the warm candlelight.

I felt embarrassment burn on my cheeks from being so exposed, only for him to quickly notice.

“Hey. I was nervous for my first time, too. I promise it’s perfectly normal. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He kissed me, rubbing my blushing cheeks reassuringly.

“So pretty . . .” He trailed his pointed finger from my entrance to my clit, going back down and inserting it inside of me carefully.

I inhaled sharply at the intrusion, causing him to stop and look at me in concern.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He panicked, not moving his finger a single centimeter.

“Yeah—it just felt really good.” He smirked, carefully pulling his finger out, then pushing it back in and hitting a spot inside of me that I’d felt before with my own fingers. Even then, Kaz’s fingers felt a million times better. They were long and could reach places inside me that I’d never touched.

My pussy made a squelching sound as he thrusted that finger in and out, attempting to put in another one. I felt a slight jab of pain, but it soon melded in to pleasure.

“So tight, baby. Those fingers didn’t ever stretch you much, huh?” He groaned, no doubt imagining what I’d feel like impaled on his cock. Speaking of, it had to be throbbing by now.

He used his free hand to massage my clit again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Can you take a third? I need to prep you as much as possible for you to take me more comfortably,” he admitted, pulling out of me waiting for my response. Hesitantly, I nodded moaning out loud as all three of his fingers were put inside of me.

As soon as the tip of his tongue brushed against my clit, I was done for. I came with a wail, clenching down on his fingers so hard I wondered if he could even take them out in that moment.

“Good girl. That’s it,” he cooed, riding me out until I came down from my high.

“That . . . That was amazing,” I breathed heavily, meeting his lips for a kiss before he stood up and dropped his pants.

His hard, pretty cock sprung out, smacking him on his pelvis. It looked so big—it must have been at least seven inches. And it was thick, with veins running up to the angry pink tip.

He must have noticed my worry, as he stood between my legs to bend down and kiss my temple soothingly. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll take good care of you,” he mumbled.

“Y/N, are you sure? I won’t be mad even remotely if you don’t want to today. I can wait as long as it takes, for you.” He admitted, scared to do something I’d just regret.

“I . . . I want to, Kaz. I do. I’m just scared, won’t it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie to you. It will hurt, but only for a moment. You might bleed a little, too. That is why we’re doing it in missionary, though. It’s easiest for virgins. After you adjust, it will be the best thing you’ve ever felt in your life,” he trailed down, fingers running up my dripping core again. His length twitched. I looked at him in the eyes, nodding fiercely. He smiled, kissing my nose cutely as he took hold of his cock.

He pumped it a few times, lubricating it by rubbing it up and down my slick folds a few times. With one last questioning look from me and my nod, he started to push in.

I gripped his shoulders so hard with my nails I worried they would bleed. The stretching pain was hot and searing, making me shy away from his thrust.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I know. It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing my collar bones and neck, finally pressing his lips against my own.

I looked down to see that only the bulbous head of him was inside of me. He waited for me to adjust patiently, whispering things like ‘you’re so beautiful’ and ‘you’re doing great, I promise it will be over soon’ in my ear.

After what seemed like hours, I finally nodded to him. He thrusted the last bit of his length into me until the soft curls of his public hair brushed against me.

“Ah!” I yelled when he was fully seated inside of me, never feeling so stuffed in my life.

“Saints—you feel so damned good, Y/N,” he groaned. “Take your time, sweetheart,” he assured me, kissing my temple sweetly and staying put inside of me.

Eventually, I looked up at my beautiful boyfriend and nodded, lifting my hips to get some friction. Even that little movement caused a wave of pleasure to disperse throughout my whole body. My eyes rolled back into my head, mouth open.

Kaz thrusted in slow, deep movements, his cock brushing against my g-spot each time. He started picking up the pace, his balls now slapping against my skin, a lewd sound of sex filling the heavy air.

“You’re doing so well, fuck you feel even better than I imagined . . .” He kissed me then, his lips searing down on mine, his tongue dominating my own quickly.

I looked down to watch him sliding in and out of me and saw a thin layer of red blood coating his cock. I gulped, him looking at my trail of sight and stopping for a moment.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s normal. Just a little blood. And I, out of all people, am not afraid of a little blood,” he winked, soothingly stroking my hand.

I reached down to rub my clit, only for him to grab my wrist and put it back down, rubbing me himself. I felt my core clench down on his length the moment his fingers began rubbing, causing him to growl deeply.

“I’m getting close,” he breathed. “I’m not cumming until you do.” Ever the gentleman he was, even when he was seven inches deep inside of me. I feverishly nodded, back arching off the bed and feeling an intensely familiar coil near snapping inside of me.

“Kaz—“ I warned, biting my lip.

“I know. I know baby, go ahead,” he praised me, rubbing and thrusting and fucking faster.

“Ah!” The coil snapped, sending a shockwave throughout my insides, milking his cock as I clenched down on him like a vice.

“Good girl—“

I knew he was close by the way his cock twitched inside of me. Before he could, I stopped him.

“Cum inside of me, please,” I begged, wanting to have all of him. He looked at me, confirming that’s what I really wanted. I nodded, eyelids still heavy from my orgasm.

Sure enough, Kaz came shortly after with a low groan, still working me through the remains of my own climax.

I felt his hot seed spray inside of me, coating my insides white. It was so pleasurable . . .

Only the sounds of heavy breathing and two thudding hearts was found in the air as Kaz laid down beside me, pulling me into his arms carefully.

His softening member was still inside of me, keeping the semen from leaking out onto the sheets.

He traced the bridge of my nose soothingly, pushing my hair out of my now-sweaty face.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“Mhmm, that was perfect, Kaz,” I replied, pressing a chaste peck to the corner of his mouth.

“Does anything hurt?”

“Just a little sore maybe . . .” I smirked, cuddling into his warm chest.

“Hmm, I wonder why,” he teased.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused. I responded by taking one of his bare hands in mine, kissing his pale fingertips.

“You’ve come so far . . . It’s amazing.”

“I . . . I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. I can never repay you.”

“I think you just did,” I smiled, flashing him a coy grin. He shook his head, tutting.

“Once a minx, always a minx.”

“You love it,” I laughed.

“No. I love you,” he spoke honestly, looking not into my eyes but my soul.

“I love you, too. Thank you.”

We sat there for a few more moments, idly stroking each other’s bare skin before he pulled out of me. I yelped a little, the area indeed sore.

He watched with fascination as his cum mixed with my blood leaked out of me before heading to the bathroom, butt naked to get a damp cloth.

I heard his footsteps approach as he gently laid the cool fabric on my exposed sex, wiping his seed off of me. I jumped a little at the contact, only for him to stop, take my hand in his, and continue.

It felt nice after a while, and left all too soon. He threw the cloth in the hamper after wiping himself clean as well, laying down next to me.

This time, he picked me up so that I was laying stomach-down on top of him, his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Aren’t I too heavy to do this?” I asked, concerned.

“No, darling. You’re just right. You feel good so close to me like this,” he admitted, feeling safe and comforted.

I fell asleep quickly to the soft beating of his heart and deep breathing into a blissful dreamland.

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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Any hand holding head canons…? 👉👈 With um a reader holding hands with the gang?

AWE <333 THIS IS ADORABLE TYSM

all sfw!! just <33 cute shit

Brett

He's 100000% the type to link pinkies, he’s such a sap <3

Either that or the classic finger-interlocked hand holding!! His hands are massive and clunky but he still really loves holding your hand <33 AND LIKE,, drumming his fingers on your hand while he holds it??? YEAYEAYEA <333

NO MATTER WHAT HE'S GONNA SWING YOUR HANDS TBH <333

he has a lot of nervous energy!!! or just energy in general lmao. Being around you makes him so <333 happy, so swinging your hands is a nice way to get all those feelings OUT!!!

he gives you that happy little smile when you notice what he's doing <33 maybe a cheeky wink or giggle <333

IF YOU INITIATE HE’S GONNA LIGHT UP LIKE A FIREWORK <333 OH GOD HE GETS THIS LOPSIDED GRIN?? HE THINKS HE’S BEING SLY AND SUBTLE BUT NAH HE’S BEAMING WITH HAPPINESS.

Reagan

The only time she'd ever hold you hand is if either she's Super Nervous or Suddenly Feeling Extremely Touch Starved.

both happen very rarely!!

finger-interlocked handholding feels too cramped?? that Squeezing Feeling around the where your fingers connect is UNCOMFORTABLE SMDNSM

Mostly she <33 sticks to loosely holding your wrist?? Barely touching at first, maybe her thumb n middle finger touching?? <33 just a light connection so she’s got a hold of you, but can also pull away?? <333

besides its really soothing to be able to feel your pulse at your wrist <33

Gigi

OH NO NAILS. she loves super sharp nail styles so expect one of two light scratches if you hold hands smndsd

SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO THEY’RE JUST SUPER LONG AND SHARP AND ITS EASY FOR EITHER OF YOU TO FORGET AND GET POKED SMNDSM.

Classic hand holding, fingers interlocked - she pulls your hand UP and nuzzles your joint hands against her cheek + gives it a kiss!!

Esp if you come by her office?? Like if you come down to sit with her,,, she’ll just hold your join hands against her chest while she works?? <333

SHE ALWAYS HAS MUSIC OF SOME SORT PLAYING WHILE SHE DOES PAPERWORK N STUFF SO,, <33 she bounces/taps your hands against her collarbone in time with the music?? while she writes with her other hand?? <333 ghk

Andre

EEE <3333 he loves wrapping a hand around your side and grabbing your hand,, and them pressing your joining hands against your hip?? KINDA HARD TO DESCRIBE PROPERLY BUT,,, BASICALLY ANYTHIGN THAT LETS HIM YANK YOU CLOSE

He’d much rather have his hands on you that in yours?? Not even in a smutty way he just really likes being able to,, like,, massage your shouders, run his hand along your arm

HOLDING HANDS IS TOO STAGNANT >:( HE WANTS TO BE ABLE TO TRACE HIS FINGERS ALONG YOUR PALM AND UP YOUR ARM. SPONTANEOUS LITTLE TICKLES. DRUMMING HIS FINGERS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. MOVEMENT

Glenn

HIS HANDS ARE SUPER BIG N CLUMSY?? Plus the webbing means you can't interlock your fingers <////3 woe

this means that,, if he is gonna hold your hand, it's moreso gonna be placing his hand on top of yours?? Like if your hand is resting on your thigh, he'll place his hand on top <333

OR JUST,, WRAPPING HIS HAND AROUND YOUR FIST??? SMNDSMD CAUSE LIKE HE DOESN’T WANNA CRUSH YOUR FINGERS SO ITS JUST EASIER IF YOU MAKE A FIST, AND HE HOLDS THAT??? he might forget you two are holding hands and,, yank you too hard and then Oops You’ve Collided With His Chest smndsmd

BONIEST FUCKIN FINGERS AND ABSOLUTELY FRIGID. VERY SORRY IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE HOLDING HANDS WITH A CORPSE A LOTTA THE TIME

THEY ARE SUPER SOFT THOUGH <3 WITH BULBOUS FINGERTIPS,, so I guess it balances out??

very fidgety!! Constantly changing hand positions, drumming his fingers on the exterior of your hand, probably absentmindedly picking at your skin

OH AND <333 because his hands are super cold,,, <333 he loves hand-holding. It gives him this Instant Calm to have you holding his hand <33

GOD BUT <33 HE WON’T LOOK UP FROM WHATEVER HE’S DOING AT FIRST?? he’ll just wiggle his fingers in your general direction, and get this,, small, bitten smile when you slip your hand into his <33333

He's much rather have your arms linked?? Or like,, you hanging off his arm?? your hand in the crook of his elbow?? <333 yea he's not really the type for hand holding, he'd rather have it free in case he needs to do smth quickly!!

Rarely - rarely, when he knows you aren't paying attention and he's feeling particularly sappy, he might gently cup your fingers in his hand and gently run his thumb along your knuckles <333

MYC

OKAY HE'S NOT THE TYPE FOR HANDHOLDING BC,, YKNOW,, ~tentacles~ , and he likes to be able to move em around!!! it feels weird to have them constrained smdnsmd

Besides Hand Holding is SAPPY and he is NOT A FUCKING SAP >:(

(<3333 although maybe,,, sometimes,, when you’re falling asleep,,, you’ll notice a tendril making its way down your arm, like a vine down a tree)

... (AND MAYBE the tip of that tendril will nestle into your palm, with this happy hum before bumping his orb against your cheek <333)

#you're getting The Gang+ for this bc <3333 GUH i can't just NOT ADD JR and AB #ANYWAYS THIS WAS SUPER CUTE #SORRY FOR NO POSTS THE LAST FEW DAYS I WAS BUSY W/ HOLIDAY STUFF #SMDNSD NOW THAT CHRISTMAS N NEW YEARS ARE DONE I SHOULD BE ABLE TO WORK ON MORE ASKS LMAO #hc for ambidextrous gigi who can multitask like crazy bc she... is always busy #this is related to nothing i just think its <3333333 #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #brett hand #brett hand x reader #inside job #sfw #gigi thompson #gigi thompson x reader #glenn dolphman #glenn dolphman x reader #myc #magic myc x reader #andre lee #andre lee x reader #magic myc #myc x reader #jr scheimpough #jr scheimpough x reader #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #my brain is really going wonky for JR again <333 hes just so overworked and goofy <333 what a babe #SORRY IF THESE WERE KINDA SHORT

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fiendishpal · 3 years

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hii fiend!!! i literally adore your art its so pretty and it- it just- *inhales* *exha-*💞💖✨💞💖✨💞🙏🛐🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️anyways so- bcz u guided me to the osaaka ship and now im in love w it couldya please offer me some fic recommendations? ok, i just love ur art ur one of ny faves lov u have an amazingly sweet and beautiful day!!! :D

sure thing!!

i’ll put them by category here (i also have some art for some of them, i’ll post them when i’ve got the time)

i’ve put a star ★ beside fics that i’ve read a bunch of times hahaha!

canon-compliant

(fics that i think you should read first. mostly canon-compliant. so these are post-timeskip. after their meeting at the black jackals vs adlers game. these really won’t make any sense if you’re anime-only, sorry.)

stay with me go places by sparksandsalt ★

this fic. THIS FIC!!!!! this started everything for me!!! this is the reason why i started shipping osaaka!!!! the way they handled the characters is sooooo!!! *chef’s kiss* they really stick true to the characters' voices and the care they put into characterizations is impeccable. i also love bokuto and akaashi’s relationship here!! they’re so in each other’s lives that bokuto ends up exposing akaashi’s feelings indirectly and accidentally lmao and also atsumu and osamu’s relationship is so funny and hilarious. they are like how brothers are, atsumu showing his support but also clowning osamu in the process

this fic single-handedly fueled me to create so much osaaka content.

i dont know how many times i’ve read this tbh

wait by sanguinedawns

i love the yearning in this fic. the longing and the waiting and the expectation there. they’re trying to be subtle about their feelings for each other but they’re seen at the end but at 4k it’s narrated so smoothly. i love mutually pining idiots.

in the afternoon by yamaboto

this is so!!! i love this so much!! at 1k we see osamu yearning for akaashi once again. i love how they write this short scene. i could really picture the afternoon light coming in through the traditional panel doors and how the light must feel on your skin.

take what we love inside by yamaboto

this is an established relationship osaaka and how they got together. in the afternoon (the fic above) is a snippet of how warm the writer could put words together. and it really is so sweet there’s a scene where they slow dance and it’s the best. i also love the simple fact that they put in how osamu cannot let anybody go hungry hhaha

shout softly by lostsunsets

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS MADE MY HEART FEEL SO LIGHT AND SOFT AND TENDER. THIS FIC IS SO PRECIOUS OH MY GOSH

i love love loooooooove how the author put osamu's love and passion for food and filling in the pieces on what osamu does to fuel this passion --while in the back burner-- while he was still playing volleyball in high school

AND HOW HE LONGS FOR AKAASHI. THIS IS MAKING ME AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

GO READ IT PLEASE

we’re in au territory

(the setting is not canon-compliant)

sleeping with the enemy by billionairevolleyboysclub ★

the setting is in 2013 haikyu volleyball circuit. meaning they’re still in highschool and are still playing volleyball and they just happen to chance upon each other at interhigh.

i love how sweet osamu is and how he got his crush on akaashi. and it’s lovely how they wrote the budding of a highschool relationship!! and their take on how osamu and akaashi handle ldr??? it’s delicious. dont let the fake/pretend relationship tag fool you this is very cute i love them so much!! i guess the ‘no drama’ aspect is what i like about this a lot bc osamu’s a pretty straightforward guy esp i guess back in highschool. also the second-hand embarrassment is real lmao

welcome in by risquetendencies ★

in this setting osamu’s still the owner of onigiri miya but the au aspect of this is that they haven’t met before. so basically a meet-cute.

and man oh mannnnn the tension written here is good food. osamu is written so obviously into akaashi (i mean who wouldn’t) and akaashi is affected by this greatly and it is!!! wow!! i just love how smooth osamu is here and how flustered akaashi gets bc “omg a hot guy likes me????” (yes akaashi, this hot guys thinks you’re a sexy piece of ass please believe it)

akaashi in a gay panic is literally the best thing.

blood brothers by billionairevolleyboysclub (18+)

miya twins are vampires and akaashi has a thing for fangs. that in and of itself is enough reason for you to read this. i also love how the writer puts a distinction between atsumu and osamu on how they interact with/ feed on akaashi.

like the dawn by eggsan

this fic is actually inspired by my royalty au but im not putting this here bc of that. i really like how the writer introduced their story. i remember telling someone that the atmosphere of how they write is like the voice of a soft-spoken maiden hahaha it's lovely!! think light academia aesthetic. i also love how i get the doki-dokis when osamu, who is essentially a stranger, gets close to akaashi. i can feel akaashi's excitement and trepidation.

forgive the sea, follow the tide by KyryeDuBarie (18+)★

PIRATE AU!!!!!!

i love the fresh twist that they did here on the classic mermaid/pirate au. the twist being akaashi is actually a pearl diver and at the same time being vaguely hinted as a mermaid hhahaha. osamu's a pirate that got shipwrecked and got washed up on akaashi's shores that akaashi, of course, saved.

there's a bunch of cool things that happened too that i cannot disclose bc that'll ruin the thrill of reading this. the plot is solid and the romance between osamu and akaashi is gradual but so so sweeeeet!! i highly recommend this!! but better clear up your schedule bc this hefty boy comes in at a whopping 40k!!!!

keep time on me by yamabato

this fic is based from my zombie apocalypse au!! and even though it’s set in the end of the world, they were still able to write it so sweet and comforting????? i only wish osamu and keiji the happiness they deserve :’)

i also like the whole theme of time in the story and how the story revolves around it. it’s very good!!!

the contest between by batman (18+)

akaashi is a documentary director and osamu is his subject. i love love looooove how the author wrote how stubborn both of them are and how they could clash sometimes but not in the explosive type of way. it’s actually cute and sweet, you’ll see what i mean when you read this hhehehe

AND AKAASHI IS SO LOVELY HERE!!! so lovely!!! and he laughs and smiles a ton and those moments were written in a way that just said ‘look at this angel!’ LMAO idk maybe that’s just me. i love akaashi so much

AND THIS BABY COMES IN AT A WHOLE 75K!!!!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!

#chocomilked #fiend talks #fiendish recs #GIVE THESE AUTHORS SOME LOVE #love love looooove these fics i swear by them!!!!#if i find more i''l update these!!#happy reading tumblr used chocomilked!! hahaha #osaaka #EDIT: added two new fics!!!#let me go around the fics i've read again hhaha

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grandpadaruk · 2 years

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So I know there’s not much info about them, and we’ll probably never see them again, but I love your hc’s/redesigns for the Gerudo so I wanted to ask-any hc’s for the Twili? Like culture and whatnot? I know official art books have said Midna has an “air of the Middle East”, but that seems like Nintendo orientalism at its finest soooo…

THANK YOU SO MUCH??? Also your right, if Nintendo wants to make some outside culture they use the "exotic middle eastern" trope. My LOZ hyperfix has been on the downlow so I haven't been posting much. But I definitely have thoughts on the Twili esp design wise.

Twili Headcanons

The true reason for the Twili’s banishment; In their past they were ruled by a tyrannical king, who used their shadow magic to fuse with Malice, strengthening demons and monsters. The Greater Spirits (Light Spirits) smote him mercilessly, sensing his plans for destruction. Then gave the Twili people a choice, to give up their magic practices and remain in the world of light; where they could not influence the demons or in return be possessed by them: Or keep their shadow magic, and leave to the Twilight Realm, a realm of eternal dusk where their magic would be strengthened but would not be allowed to leave

Being a practitioner of Shadow Magic leaves you vulnerable to demons and corrupt spirits to possess you or otherwise influence you

The Twili have 4 clans, each for a piece of the Fused Shadow that the Old King left behind when he was defeated

Twili markings are all unique but have common symbols among them. They will always have markings that indicate their clan and family.

How these markings/tattoos are made is the use of a mineral that can be infused with shadow magic, the designs of many of these tattoos (similar to runes) allow certain types of magical actions to be used without thought or preparation. For instance: guards can have a rune that allows them to conjure weapons, metalworkers to fuse components together, etc.

They have retroreflectors, and incredible vision in the dark. They do have pupils, but when focused light is directed towards them their eyes reflect an orange color

Twili as well have an off grey skin, with naturally occurring piebaldism (typically located over the arms, upper chest, ears and thighs)

Unfused mandibles allow their jaws to open wider, curved and sharp canines to grab hold of prey, and a set of heat pits next to their nostrils. Are just a few of the strange features all Twili share

The Twilight Realm is surrounded by dark waters, the land being that of a set of large islands housing the Twili and their individual clans.

The climate of the Twili Realm is cool, as the sky is in eternal dusk with no sun to warm the land, and the waters cold and unforgiving

Unlike many Light-Worlders, Twili clothing does not have the consideration of protection from light exposure, and why would they? No, instead Twilit clothing considers keeping warm more-so than all around coverage. This is mostly present in their thick, and often fur-lined, clothing

I will include a real world garment for the Twili, a Kelaghayi, an Azerbaijini scarf worn around the shoulders and head, that mostly feminine Twili wear

As for culture, I imagine that especially during Twilight Princess, they are very split amongst themselves. Some supporting Zant and others not so- was the only really logical reason why he stayed in power so long, other than turning his opposition into imps or monsters that cowed under his will.

Outside of such an event I think they're amazing architects and magic-users. Similar to the Sheikah, in using technology and magic as one in the same, and thus having views of magic as a tool/technology

I definitely would write more, it's just that I have a headache coming on

#twili #twili headcanons #midna #tp #twilight princess #loz twilight princess #legend of zelda #loz #headcanons #loz headcanons #mine #ask

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kalinawtokilig · 3 years

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A Silly S/O that shares one braincell with his best friend

Who doesn’t love a silly, goofy, S/O?

Pair(s) : Akaashi x Reader, Kenma x Reader, Suna x Reader, Kunimi x Reader

(((Ahhhhhahhh bruhhh I literally put the dying inside parted hair dark beauties here,,, ✨ blessing it ✨)))

{This is my first time doing headcanons,, i apologize as it is very early morning and i dont sleep so i may be passing out as soon as i post this ahahahhahahaahha)))))

{Akaashi Keiji x Reader}

(Ohh shi- Aight, we startin off with setters huh)

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To be fair, Akaashi met you through Bokuto, you chaotic duo, whilst Bokuto being a particularly sunny, bubbly guy, its fair he’s friends with someone as goofy as him

It’s like,,, one of those kinds of friendships you have with Akaashi, whenever you guys are seated next to each other for a group project or simply having a one-on-one convo, you seem to have enraptured him with how funny you are

for example, you being a silly person, you seem to have gotten into a argument with Bokuto, seeing as there was only one braincell, thus being you as the only braincell between the two of you, a juicebox and two of you being dumbasses,,, You proposed to Bokuto to poke a straw through the box so you both can drink from either ends of the straw,,,while bokuto,,, proposed of cutting,,,the juice box,, in half,,, to share,,,

(No cap, i saw my brother and friend argue and do this,,, it was a waste of a caprisun and i had to drink wine to forget that this is what I put up wit,,,yet i recorded it

Akaashi may have facepalmed when you told him this, but the genuine look of truth and kindness made him soft for you when you continued about your small mishaps

This mans smiles faintly, so when you talk about a joke or something stupidly funny, he can’t help but have a full on smile, cause you speak so passionately about your small and oblivious situations you keep getting yourself into and the endearing solutions you have

when you get together, it’s no boring life at all

Akaashi is always there to rope you in when things get too hectic, especially around Bokuto, but when its you, he can’t help but grin at how bright you can be when you think of funny ideas for today and the next day

Kozume Kenma x Reader

(OHH SHI- another pretty setter, lucky day :3c)

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Ohhh boi this is gonna be so many jokes

You and Kuroo share a braincell, that being annoying Kenma ((That’s what Kuroo thinks at least))

Kenma never can get a break,, you being the manager of Nekoma and being good friends with Kuroo, even Yaku is getting a headache

Kenma looks forward to you talking to him ((He finds you genuinely interesting when you pointed out a creative way - more like a newfounded loophole - to one of his video games,, he got kinda hooked on you when you kept telling him possible ways to beat the boss using a weak weapon,, he thought you were buggin,,, nah,, he won and trusted your somewhat foolish advice,,, beating up a miniboss with a stick that had been leveled up from being used worked,,, he doesn’t know what goes on your mind,,, but he wants to know more)))

You tell Kenma funny jokes about the newest character in the game he’s playing, not to mention your own headcanons about them

Kuroo joins in, much to Kenma’s dismay, but with a small smile he likes seeing you enjoy yourself as you talk odd with his best friend

You call him alot of nicknames due to his hair and attitude

“Aye,, wassup puddinghead?” - “Lil’Calico, how’s it hangin?” - “Tiramisu cup, ya lookin sweet today!”

Its,, really cute how you think of him, make up nicknames and have this real attitude when you see him

Kuroo kinda ruins them tho, adding an annoying comment about the nickname and Kenma S C O W L S

OHHHH When you ask him on a date, you use the most creative one liner

“Instead of me being support how bout I join your party and be your player 2? We’ll use Kuroo as a support, Rooster-Attack!”

*cue adorable pose*

-Kuroo in the back : “ROOSTER, WHO YOU CALLING ROOSTER YOU-”

You start attacking him with chemistry insult and he dodges it with another chem attack

Kenma has never been so flustered nor entertained before

Overall, Kenma believes that you being a cute, silly, s/o is literally the best thing that has ever happened to him,, (Besides meeting Shoyo of course,, but then again,, that’s always the best thing that can happen to anyone, have you seen that boy’s harem?)

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((ooooo,,,, man,,,, this mans,,,, he got me,,,, everywhere,,, lmao i pimp him and he isn’t the only one)))

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Suna ,, I pimp you

OH GAWD, the MIYA TWINS

It’s like,,, an extra Miya,,, but more like,, cousin instead of sibling Miya but still family Miya,, ya get me????

You transferred in during your second year and man,,, having Atsumu and Osamu pushing you to be their manager,,, its been trouble ever since,, even Aran cannot handle the amount of boondoggle that happens in practice

Okay, listen, you, YOU, are the type to be silly, yes, but in a way that makes Atsumu and Osamu start arguing over something silly you said and the twins start fighting because they started to drift somewhere else.

Basically you drench the kerosene, light it, and leave it for the twins to fan the flames,, they are rolling and causing chaos

You and Suna always record it to blackmail them

Not to mention, you being the wacky person you are, you rope the twins into your shit,,,

Since your last name is NOT Miya, but your other parent’s name, many of Atsumu’s fangirls don’t,, appreciate you

You can’t help but dangle funny insults towards your ego-filled cousin, having the fangirls wreak havoc and chase you around

you would and can stop,, buts its too funny seeing them get mad over silly things like how you perceive Atsumu to be an ugly sleeper that farts and wakes up from it (( You lived it as kids when you and your family slept over the twins’ place, Osamu and you have many videos of it))

Suna is usually the one hiding you away from the rabid fans who seem to want to defend Atsumu’s perfect image honor.

This man cannot fathom the amount of trouble you get into sometimes, esp. with the twins

When you two get together, you think of the most diabolical and hysterical plans, Suna there to record and by your side when things start to get out of hand

Suna doesn’t express many emotions, but when you finally get him to show a reaction cause of something you did, whether it be a joke or starting a Miya Twins brawl, he can’t help but have the small ghost of a smile when you’re not looking

Kunimi Akira x Reader

(((ooo another parted hair dark male,, Me likeyy)))

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You and Kindaichi are like,, a mesh of puns and anger

Puns on your side and Anger on Kindaichi’s side

For Kunimi, he finds it entertaining, the dynamic you two have

Though Kunimi doesn’t express emotions as much, ((like the other parted hair babes)) he likes to fan the flames to see his best friend angry

Kindaichi doesn’t get ��Mad’, he knows its for jokes,,, it’s just,,, your way of thinking can be so mind blowing that he doesn’t know how some of the things go your way it makes him want to know but he gets annoyed when you tease him about it

Kunimi likes to see the way your accomplished smile shines, despite having silly pranks or stupid puns, you seem to get his type of humor

you like to play jokes on Kindaichi, usually poking him when he’s not looking that he jumps out of his skin and he pokes you back and you poke him back, then it becomes a poking war and Kunimi steps to side to see you laugh and when you accidentally poke Kindachi too hard in the gut, he topples over and gives you the finger

You say something among the lines, “Me? If anything, I won and you’re just salty, like that blond beanpole from Karasuno. Right, Kunimi?”

Kunimi, I feel, isn’t the type to full out laugh, but snort or hide his laugh with a scoff behind his hand,, you know,,, like all these other men seem to do,, i get that vibe from them

Dating, nothing changes but the teasing from your side is not overwhelming, yet its not underwhelming,, its actually a good wavelength to match with his own retorts

Kunimi doesn’t hate that you rope him into your schemes, no matter how ridiculous, if it means he gets to see you smile and look at him with those crinkled eyes that seem to glow with joy,,, he doesn’t mind the effort (But he won’t tell you that)

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((Ngl, this is kinda hard,, yet I tried lmao)

#akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi x you #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #kunimi imagines #kunimi x reader #kunimi akira x you #kunimi akira x reader

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charming-2d-boys · 3 years

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so i'm feeling this very strong urge to care for gon and killua (esp killua IDK WHY but ugh) and it's 3am, i'm sitting here, freaking out about how adorable they look in their little suits😭 i wanna do that embarrassing mom thing ya know, where you fix their bowtie and pinch their cheeks ajdhsjfhsk~ could you maybe write a little something about how they would react if the older sibling type reader did that❤❤❤ (yay on 200! you're doing awesome!!!!!)

Awwwwwww, this is so cute! 😍

And yes, I know, they're so cute and I just want to take care of them and hug them every day 😭💕

And thank you very much! 🙇

I hope you'll like this! 😄

Cuteness & elegance - Killua & Gon x Older Sister-like!Reader

It was going to be an interesting night for you and the boys. You had all been invited to a symphonic concert by one of your friends who was on the orchestra and you wanted to take them with you. Yes, you were given a few extra tickets and decided to invite Gon, Killua and Kurapika and Leorio, but, unfortunately, the latter two couldn’t come because of their job and studies. So it was only the three of you.

Now, you weren’t really that into these events where you had to dress up like this, but it was a nice change of scenery. You hoped the boys would like it too. As soon as you got your purse and checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you left and locked the door before taking a taxi to the venue. You’d already agreed to meet the boys there and it seemed as if you’d get there just a little bit earlier than the start of the concert.

The entrance was illuminated and had an inviting red carpet, while huge vases full of roses lined it on each side. There was a light drizzle and the weather was chilly, making goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin. When you got out of the car and presented your ticket at the entrance, you were greeted by the warm air inside and the smell of expensive perfumes. Ah, another reason why you weren’t really fond of these events.

“(Y/N)-nee-chan! Over here!” You heard a loud, childish voice scream and looked to your right, seeing Gon waving wildly, with Killua eating some sweets from a little plate as he snapped his gaze towards you at his best friend’s scream. The he was waving too, with his cheeks stuffed and looking like a chipmunk. You could only laugh before walking towards them.

Gon hugged you tightly as soon as you were within reach and you hugged him back, before he pulled on Killua’s hand and dragged him into your arms as well. Killua wanted to grumble something, but his full cheeks stopped him and he only sighed before hugging you back. When you let go, Gon was beaming at you while Killua was gulping down the sweets.

“Hey, boys! Hope I’m not too late.”

“Nope. There’s still time.” Killua answered, grabbing a glass of juice from one of the waiters before drinking from it.

“Oh, Killua, your face is dirty. Wait, don’t wipe it with your sleeve!” You pulled out a tissue before wiping his cheek and the corners of his mouth clean, the proximity and childish way you made him feel like making him blush. “There, all better. And stop pouting, you are too cute already. My heart can’t take any more!” You whined dramatically as Killua only blushed more and looked to the side. Next, you looked at Gon, who was laughing at Killua’s “misfortune”.

“Now it’s your turn. Your bow tie is crooked from just throwing yourself at me like that. You’re lucky you’re cute, mister.” You lightly told him, smiling at him before bending to his level and fixing the bow tie around his neck. You pinched his cheek when he thanked you and smiled brightly.

“Ready, boys? I hope you won’t fall asleep too soon.”

“We won’t, we promise!” Gon said, proudly.

It was a lie. After 20 minutes, Gon was lightly snoring and Killua was slowly dozing off as his head fell on Gon’s shoulder in the end. You shook your head with a smile and kept watching the concert, occasionally glancing at the boys to make sure they were okay. You guessed you could wake them up at the end of the performance and maybe treat them to something to eat. After all, you knew that they’d probably get bored. Oh well. They were too cute, so you’d forgive them this time. Again.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #gon #gon freecss #gon x reader #gon freecss x reader #killua #killua zoldyck #killua x reader #killua zoldyck x reader #hxh gon #hxh killua #hxh writing

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pateldevs · 3 years

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Hi! I hope I'm not bothering you, but I love your mood board edits and was wondering if you could explain how you go about making/colouring them? I see lots of places to find gifs but turning them into a set is so hard. Thank you in advance!

hi! first of all thank you so much and second of all it’s not a bother at all! i am happy to give some of my own tips even if my explanation probably isn’t super helpful. i won’t give like a ps tutorial but below the cut (since i included example gifs, it’s VERY long) is my process for my latest jily aesthetic:

i keep track of all my ideas/sets in a spreadsheet (which i won’t show bc there’s a lot of info i’d have to blur/black out) but i always have a list of what scenes i need to gif/what gifs i’m editing and where i’m getting them from. i also include a couple extra ideas in case the gifs i have planned end up being too hard to color or don’t fit in the set. i’ve found it’s best/easiest to start w the list bc there is literally nothing worse than spending hours on a set and then not being able to complete it.

as for actually finding the material, i have a pretty healthy number of scene packs saved in my giffing folder, esp. for things i know i will gif frequently. most of the time i will peruse youtube, vimeo, and instagram for any aesthetic scenes. i also have a lot of gif packs saved specifically for the purpose of making mbs (usually i mix my own gifs w gif packs), if you msg me i’m happy to direct you to some gif packs i use regularly or you can check my #resources tag. a couple tips for finding material:

always opt for download when possible, i used to screen record and the difference when i switched to downloading was astronomical. (it’s easy to lose quality and esp if you’re on mac, quicktime duplicates frames so either you have to manually delete those extras or you get sort of choppy gifs when you load them into ps.)

always use 1080p or better, 720p will work in a pinch for 268px or 177px gifs since you can make up some of that resolution loss with sharpening, but don’t go any lower than that, just love yourself.

for pale sets, look for the right colors. i tend to look for scenes w high color contrast especially if it features poc so it’s easier to color without whitewashing, ie if the subject is a person then i look for light colored or blue/green/violet/white backgrounds. it’ll make your life wayyyyy easier. this also means if you’re making a set try to find scenes with already similar lighting bc you won’t have to work so hard to make it look cohesive.

here’s a quick rundown of what i do before coloring:

import all frames and save all the files in a folder together!!

play around with frame delay so all the gifs are moving at about the same speed, usually keep it between 0.03-0.05s

crop and resize gifs (i use 268x145 most of the time)

convert to timeline

when it comes to coloring it can be really hit or miss, i’ve recently gotten back into my groove but i was having sooo much trouble earlier this year. in general, don’t stress yourself out!! sometimes it’s easier to just find a new scene/gif (hence my list of extras!) than to try too hard to fit a gif into your set. i color all my gifs by scratch (ie no psds) but i tend to follow the same pattern, i’ll explain using these gifs/psd as an example since then i can also explain how to fix white-washing:

first off when you’re coloring gifs with poc always always always make a layer mask so you can compare the edited and unedited skin tones directly! i use the marquee tool to make a selection in the middle of the character’s face, select the folder of my adjustment layers, and hit ‘add vector mask’ (the third button from the left on the layers panel, it’s a white rectangle with a circle in it).

i almost always begin by using hue/saturation layers to highlight and delete certain colors. here i highlighted red and raised the lightness on yellow by a lot since it’s a very yellow scene. then i use a combination of brightness/contrast, levels, and curves layers to brighten the scene. here’s what i have now:

i add a gradient map set to black/white, change the blending to exclusion, and lower the opacity to between 5-10% (depending on the scene) to lighten the contrast further:

then i add back a little depth with selective color in neutrals and blacks:

now i have two main goals: 1. add contrast between the background and the subject, and 2. brighten the scene into a pale gif. to do this, i use color balance to tweak the color of the background, taking out the yellows. this step works best if there’s at least some shade difference between your subject and background, otherwise isolating the two will be impossible. here’s what i have after adding color balance:

i use hue/saturation to selectively highlight the background color. in this case i chose to adjust magenta and used the color picker (the first eyedropper on the left) to identify the exact shade i wanted to lighten. now i have a fairly neutral background and a colorful subject, which gives a sort of pale effect:

and now i use a curves layer and a selective color (white) layer to brighten further:

before i go further, i start fixing white-washing. keep in mind that some variance is normal since you are naturally changing the lighting of the scene; this gif shows it rlly clearly bc of how yellow and dim the lighting is, so some lightening is to be expected. however, both because the vector mask shows a lot of whitening and because i’ve giffed dev patel before and have a general idea of what he looks like in this type of lighting, i know what needs to be fixed, so i go back in under the psd/adjustment layers with a combination of selective color (red and neutral) and hue/saturation layers to darken his skin again:

now that some more contrast has been added in, i can go back to working on the psd and use curves and selective color to play around with the background again:

i use another hue/saturation layer and a black/white gradient to tone down oversaturation:

usually i leave those layers on top, so if i want to make any adjustments (like lightening the background more), i go in under those two. in this case i tweaked the whites and reduced the contrast a little to get this:

again, you can see his skin tone has changed from the original, but variation is to be expected given how much brighter the room is, the fact that i took out a lot of yellow lighting, and the brightening effect of the computer screen in front of him. some other things to keep in mind when coloring:

when you add layers to correct white-washing, you’re likely to end up with overly red/orange skin tones (red-washing). this can be fixed by upping cyans in the reds, desaturating/darkening the reds, or adding b/w or desaturation later on.

when in doubt, it’s better to be darker than lighter (the issue with white-washing is that it promotes colorism, and there is nothing inherently wrong with a darker skin tone) but really. just put in the effort to color poc correctly.

when changing the lighting a lot it helps to look at pictures of the subject in natural/bright lighting, since you get a better idea of what their normal skin tone is.

don’t try to squeeze all your selective color layers into one. you’ll get less grainy gifs if you separate them out and work one by one.

TURN OFF NIGHT SHIFT/NIGHT MODE! yes i KNOW it’s bad for your eyes (especially if you’re like me and gif at night, when the lighting outside isn’t changing every 20 seconds) but your gifs will look VERY different under f.lux or night mode compared to daytime screens. especially if you’re giffing at different times of day, blue light filters can really change the way your coloring appears. best to keep it consistent.

my sharpening settings vary depending on what i’m giffing but in general i do two layers of smart sharpen (500% with radius between 0.2-0.4, 10% with radius at 10px) and then gaussian blur at 2.5px and adjust the opacity so it’s somewhere between 15-20%. i try to strike a balance between smoothing out the graininess from selective color, and sharpening details like clothes and hair. here’s what i ended up with for the gif above:

then i rinse and repeat for the rest of the gifs in the set! i tend to start with the gifs that i know will be hardest to color, which is usually the darker ones (coloring is limited by how much i can brighten the scene) and those that include poc (again, limited by how much i can brighten and adjust the scene’s lighting without white-washing). then i check set cohesion as i go, using those first few gifs as benchmarks. once i have all 8 (or 9 or 10) gifs, i play around with composition and try to balance and vary the subject, colors, and composition of gifs next to each other. i go back and make a couple of adjustments here and there according to what i observe and what i think might improve the overall appearance.

and that’s pretty much it! i hope this was helpful, if you have other questions feel free to message me and i’d be happy to help/troubleshoot. happy giffing!

#Anonymous #*#resources #answered #sorry this was sO long but i hope it helped on the coloring end #tbh i exceeded my own expectations with the dev gif lol #yeahps #completeresources #chaoticresources #tutorial #coloring tutorial

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Keida what do your boys think about aftercare habits?!? like snuggles/cuddles or clean up orrr 💘

I shALL TELL U

blanche: blanche likes to hug you to his chest and just run his fingers over your skin, memorizing everything from freckles to scars to birthmarks or stretchmarks. he won’t tell you he loves you (not yet at least) but you can feel the care and the love through the way he looks at you while he traces your skin. eventually he’ll get up and ask if you’d likeanything to eat/drink and maybe offer to clean up the mess he left between your legs (sometimes he offers with his tongue ;) gdjsbs) but anyway, he isnt always the best person to talk to afterwards just bc he knows he might cave and tell you how much he loves you, but he likes cuddles!

blue: he’s very open to anything you want!! like he’ll hold your hand and sweetly ask you what will make you feel cherished and loved afterwards. he cares so much about you, almost to the point where he forgets that he also needs aftercare so make sure you take care of him too!! even tho he do be a little skinny he wants you to fully lay on him or hug him tight with exactly 1000 blankets and pillows surrounding you both. he likes to be coMfy

jaws: jaws is an absoLUTE SLUT for snuggle time after sex, like after you get cleaned up he wants you in his arms iMMEDIATELY. like he’d literally glue himself to you if he could and so expect him to be cuddled very close, just running his hands over your bare skin or massaging out any sore muscles. jaws likes to talk about the future while he’s in your arms, or you in his--mostly about how when the war is over he wants to get married (hopefully to you) and have kids on some nice planet like Naboo. again, this baby is a hopeless romantic and just imagines the perfect fairytale ending ok??

sweets: he can get a little overwhelmed after sex, so he'd really appreciate it if you just spoon him/cradle him and play with his hair and whisper praise. honestly like he’d love to take a bath or hot shower with you but if that’s not possible then he’s ok with a warm washcloth. he’s a bit quiet after sex but he’s not shy about telling you he loves you!! he likes to cling to you and cuddle AND SO it would be the perfect time to watch a holodrama or some other holofilm!! he’s very open to whatever you wanna watch—esp the nature documentaries (but uh be aware that he might cry if his favorite baby animal gets eaten or smthn rhdjdn)

kami: he’s ALWAYS gonna make sure youre all good 100%. he knows he can be intense and so to lighten that load he cracks jokes and gets you to smile/laugh. super giggly cuddles and dumb jokes, sweet smooches and maybe a tickle fight shsksn. he’s a clown but he’s yOUR clown. he likes to snack afterwards too so he’ll sneak in snacks and drinks and he’ll put on a movie maybe rhjdbd. but if you just want to cudddle he’s cool with that too!! he’s the most talktive after sex and so he’ll like to chat about anything and everything like “would you rather” questions or like “is cereal a soup?” verY good at convos and will most certainly proclaim is undying love for you

fuse: terrible aftercare until you teach him rhdkdb like he’s the type of guy to just be like “aight. cool. bye thx for coming, close the door on the way out.” like it’s only bc he’s used to one night flings so he’s not used to cuddling or basking in the afterglow. bUT once he meets you he’s willing to hold you in his arms or his in yours. if you play with his hair he will absolutely MELT, and esp with that paired with gentle praise?? boy he might cry (he does sometimes)

bruiser: he knows he’s a big boy!! and is fuLLY willing to get you icepacks/bacta/heating pad whatever!! he doesnt mind if you want to just lay on his chest or have him tuck you into a nice spooning position dhdjdb. though he might fall asleep like this and will start to snore but dgsks he looks so adorable when he sleeps so no biggie. if he doesn’t fall asleep he does tend to get hungry so he’ll just pull out a bag of chips and start munchin and offer you some dhdjdn. he has a heart of gold and if you want him to do a particular thing for aftercare he’ll do it immediately!

void: no matter how tired he is after fuckin the absolute light out of you he always makes sure you’re alright afterwards. he’ll grab you some water or a warm washcloth, maybe massage out some of your sore muscles and would nOT mind if you returned the favor. he’s not really a talker afterwards but only bc he’s literally about to conk tf out. he’ll mumble that he loves you or will thank you, but no huge convos!! when he wakes up he’s more willing to chat and maybe share a snack with you, offer you some bacta if you dont wanna keep the hickies or fingertip bruises but i oFC you tell him you wanna keep em dhdkbd

#HERE YA GO BB #the bAbes #ask #keida answers #sunburst squadron

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hongism · 4 years

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ateez kinks - all members (s)

compiled list of ateez kinks here woot woot

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Park Seonghwa

definite kinks

sir/master kink - for sure for sure for sure hands down i am here to spread the dom seonghwa agenda. ahem. mans has a sir/master kink for sure. would call you kitten any day of the week, say stuff like “does kitten like being a needy little mess for sir?”, “kitten, you need to use your words for master” and more. would ask to get you chokers and collars. that’s all. thank you.

breath play (giving) - going along with the chokers, i think seonghwa would be super into a bit of choking here and there as well, esp when he’s feeling hard dom (bc i think he switches between hard and soft dom depending on the occasion and such) yea so breath play yes

finger sucking (giving) - lowkey a size kink/dominance thing for him, i think he’d love to see his fingers filling up your mouth especially if you’re on your knees too it would just turn him on sO much

ice play (giving) - i said it before in my mtl for this and seonghwa was all the way into it and i stand by that. i think he would LOVE ice play especially during a makeout or oral sex, he’s gonna be super into it. seeing chills on your skin and you squirm under him is a big major plus for him and he’s here for it.

maybe kinks

light bondage (giving/receiving) - receiving huh? on dom hwa? yes actually, i think he would be kinda into it bc he would see it as a challenge/competition to get out of it and put you in it instead. he wouldn’t mind cuffing you or tying you to the bed here and there but i think he would have a lot of fun with a “i’ll get out of this bondage and put you in them’ scenario

edging (giving/receiving) - more into giving i think bc of his dom tendencies but i think he wouldn’t be opposed to the occasional edging from you as well. it wouldn’t be something he’d do a TON bc i think he leans more towards soft dom most of the time, but if he’s in a hard dom mood, then hell yea edging

definitely not

definitely not toys. i don’t think seonghwa would enjoy the use of toys in the bedroom, maybe (and i really really mean maybe) he might use a vibrator in public on you but that’s IT. he won’t wanna use toys at all outside of that bc i think he would rather wanna focus on pleasing you without them.

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other members under the cut

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Kim Hongjoong

definite kinks

sir/master kink - whOoPs sorry not sorry bc i seriously believe both seonghwa and hongjoong have this kink, maybe bc they’re the oldest, maybe bc their personalities, maybe stage presence idek i can’t explain why i think it buT i do. i think hongjoong is a dom (more of a hard dom than soft dom) and he would love being called sir, maybe master as well, but definitely sir. i have further reasoning in the next kink

power kink - yep i think he has a power kink to some extent. i think being the leader might be why i say this, but also the way the other members say he acts as the leader. i think with his partner in the bedroom, he would love having power and control, which is why i’m so adamant about a sir kink as well

thigh riding (receiving) - this may be a surprise bc i’m sure some of you are like but?? he’s small?? compared to the others?? yes he is but he has good thighs and i think that’s something he probs likes about himself, and he would love love LOVE to see you come undone off his thigh alone. but like,,,,can you imagine riding his thigh in the studio while he’s composing? i’m- O.o

marking (giving/receiving) - i debated putting this in the maybe section but thought about it again and went nope, yea, definite. i think that he would love to mark your inner thighs and collarbone and neck for sure, but i also think that he would love holding your hips while fucking you to the point where there are bruises on your hips. he would probs love having hickeys here and there on himself as well

maybe kinks

edging (giving) - i think he would be pretty salty and petty if he received edging, but he would love to tease the fuck out of you and edge you like no tomorrow. again, further reasoning in the next kink

begging (receiving) - part of the power/sir/dom agenda here again, but he would love it if you begged for him. that’s something i think he would really be after when teasing you. especially when edging you too

definitely not

bondage - even though i think he’s a hard dom most of the time, i think he would not want to tie you up and tease you like that. i see him as a person who would rather let both of you be free to move around as you please and as much as you can without restraints from cuffs, ropes, and the like.

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Jeong Yunho

definite kinks

size kink - big boy loves feeling big and seeing how small you are under/on top of him.

biting (giving) - he wants to mark every inch of you simple as that.

finger sucking (giving) - again with the size related thing, he loves seeing how big his fingers are in your mouth.

edging (giving/receiving) - something about this would be so hot to him, he would love receiving it if you edge him while sucking his dick or jerking him off, and he would love returning the favor.

maybe kinks

sir/daddy kink - since yunho is a soft baby boy i think he would really need to be in the mood for a sir/daddy kink. if he’s feeling particularly kinky one day then hell yea bet on it.

spanking (giving) - again, a very circumstantial and in the mood kinda thing, especially considering he never wants to hurt you.

overstimulation (giving/receiving) - he would much rather edge you/be edged, but he would love to see you writhing under him after orgasm after orgasm hits you. he would also wanna experience it himself and ask you to do it to him a few times to know what it feels like.

definitely not

sadism/masochism - this big baby doesn’t want to hurt you. ever. sure he’s down for some nibbling and biting but only as long as you feel good. and mAYBE a bit of spanking but he would never want to hurt you either.

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Kang Yeosang

definite kinks

sir/daddy/master kink - hi hello it’s your #1 yeosang dom/switch leaning dom enthusiast here to say i believe yeosang would loVE being called any one of these names in the bedroom. i think that despite his quiet nature and seemingly shy/introverted personality, he would be dominant and forward in the bedroom. i see him as the type to not give you what you want unless you call him by one of those names, otherwise he’s going to be petty and just ignore you altogether

wax play (giving/receiving) - perhaps another surprise choice, but i kinda covered this in my mtl of this a lil bit. i think he would enjoy the dominance aspect of dripping wax over you and seeing your reaction to it. i think he wouldn’t be opposed to receiving either (i see him as a soft dom so he would let you do some things you wanna try too). his main preference would to be giving though

light bondage (giving/receiving) - another surprise? maybe. as much as i think he would adore tying you up, i think he would equally enjoying being blindfolded and tied up himself. kinda a mystery “i don’t know what’ll happen next” vibe that would arose him imo.

maybe kinks

lingerie - i think yeosang would aDORE seeing you all dressed up and pretty in some lingerie for him. he may pick out what you wear and such, then fuck you while you’re still wearing it because he finds it hot and arousing

cum play (i’m so sorry idek why i got chills typing it out) - so i said before in a mtl that i think yeosang would be into cumming on your stomach, but not opposed to cumming in you. either way, i think he would really enjoy playing with it afterwards, either smearing it all over you, fucking it back into you with his cock or fingers, or making you clean it off his fingers.

definitely not

voyeurism/exhibitionism - since he’s shy/reserved/most likely introverted, i think yeosang wants to keep sex well out of the public eye. he wouldn’t even want it to be a risk or a possibility of being caught. just no. never. not happening. he doesn’t want to do that to either of you. he respects other people’s privacy, and would expect the same in return.

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Choi San

definite kinks

sir/daddy/master kink - i think san is hardcore definitely a dom. i know i say this with sO many of them but on god i seriously get so many dom vibes from so many of them that i ain’t even sorry about it. so yes definitely into sir, probs into a bit of daddy/master on occasion

power exchange - again, i think san would be a hardcore dom in the bedroom, so he would want you to give the power and control over to him and just trust that he’s going to take good care of you if you’ve been good that is

edging (giving/receiving) - san would def like to give, i think that’s certain, but i think he would enjoy playing around and making you think you have some semblance of control during sex. so he may let you edge him here and there, but if he gets fed up with it then you’re doomed basically

exhibitionism - san hit the top of my list for public sex, and i stand by that. i think he would love the rush and thrill of possibly being caught, and he would have no shame in being caught because he knows he fucks you well. i think he’d really enjoy the aspect of mirror sex bc he would be able to see you and make you watch him fuck you

maybe kinks

overstimulation (giving) - more of a give than receive for certain, i think if san was in the mood for some punishment he would definitely put you through it and overstimulate the HELL out of you until you’re crying under him

breath play (giving/receiving) - for this portion of my ted talk i would like to say this. choke him while you ride him. thank you, good night. in all seriousness tho, i think he’d love some breath play, especially giving while he’s rough fucking you like in the dance studio up against the mirror

deepthroating - hell yea san would love this. i think he has somewhat of an oral fixation but like for his partner, so he would love seeing things in your mouth, especially if it’s his cock, and i think he’d love the feeling of your throat tightening around him while you’re sucking him off

definitely not

honestly i don’t think much is off the table for san. i see him as experimental, so he would wanna try everything at least once unless his partner just isn’t into it. he would take his partner’s opinions and feelings into consideration of course, i think they all would, but i don’t think he would have anything that he says a firm no to

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Song Mingi

definite kinks

size kink - mingi, like yunho, is a big boi. and i think he loves that. i do think he forgets about his size from time to time and plays around too much, but other than that he’s gonna get a rise out of using his size against you.

thigh riding (receiving) - he would think it’s so so hot to see you riding his thigh. i think he could probs cum untouched just watching you ride his thigh like damn.

deepthroating (receiving) - i think he adores blowjobs and he would probs love deepthroating a ton. he would wanna fuck your mouth too but it would be super hot to him to have your throat around his cock.

maybe kinks

edging (receiving/giving) - i think he would enjoy giving more than receiving bUT he may be down for some edging if you’re giving him a blowjob.

orgasm control (giving) - kinda related to edging, i think mingi would be super into telling you and controlling when you orgasm. just a dominance sorta thing.

definitely not

any sort of bondage - he wants both of you to be free to move around as best you can and doesn’t want to tie you up or gag you and collar you at all. he just isn’t into it and doesn’t like the thought of it.

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Jung Wooyoung

definite kinks

creampie - starting strong, i think wooyoung would be super into creampie-ing(? idek the proper terminology welp). he would love the warmth first and foremost, but he would also adore seeing you filled to the brim with cum and really get off on seeing that

thigh riding (receiving) - wooyoung has amazing incredible godly thighs, and i could write a whole ass essay about them and them alone bUT i won’t, i will just say that i think wooyoung would love love love to see you ride his thighs, especially if he’s feeling lazy one day, seeing you use his thigh to get off would be so hot to him

ice play (giving/receiving) - i lowkey covered this earlier in my mtl, but i think wooyoung would love seeing chills across your skin and watching the ice melt as he drags it across you, that would just be super hot to him. i think he would enjoy receiving as well, especially if he’s under you and you’re dragging it down his chest

marking (giving/receiving) - he would love showing a bit of possessiveness with you, so he would wanna mark you all over for everyone to see and would not be shy about showing off any marks you leave on him. i see him as the type to be kinda cocky about marking, whether it be bragging about the marks on you or on him.

maybe kinks

edging (giving/receiving) - as for receiving, i think wooyoung would be super into you edging him during a blowjob or handjob, he would want to pass that bit of control over to you and let you do as you please, but he may secretly be hoping for you to take your time. as for giving, he would do to you exactly what he wants done to himself. he would take his time when giving head and that’s also where the next kink comes into play

toys - he would rather use them on you, and he would def love using them to edge you and tease you. maybe a bit of “oh i bet you wish my hands were on you right now” “such a shame you can only get off with toys”, things like that. i think using toys would really pull out the dom in him

face sitting - i have a mtl in my inbox regarding face sitting, so this is a little spoiler about who is gonna be at the top. he will encourage it too. you don’t have to ask because he will suggest it. i think he would love to look up at you from that position and watch you come undone over him

light bondage (receiving) - a nod to the sub in him, i believe wooyoung would enjoy being cuffed to the bed or tied down to some extent. i don’t think he would ever want to tie you up because he would be too worried about accidentally hurting you, but he would love it if you tied him down. he might see it as a bit of a challenge to get out and win dominance, but depending on his mood, he may just sit back and enjoy himself a bit

definitely not

pain play (giving) - unlike san, i think wooyoung does have his limits. as kinky and sexual as i think he is, i think he would want to draw the line at pain play because he really really just does not wanna hurt his partner. i think, even if you asked for it, wooyoung wouldn’t really want to but he would still want to please you so he may try to be rough, but still end up being gentle instead

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Choi Jongho

definite kinks

angry sex - can this be considered a kink? yes? no? maybe? we’re going with yes today bc yes. jongho would be so into angry sex, he would love to fuck it out of his system and just fuck you senseless tbh check out my angry sex jongho blurb here (shameless plug) bc that’s that on my thoughts sorry not sorry NEXT

strength/power kink - baby boy jongho is strong, there’s no doubt about that. he wants to flaunt it too. he wants to show off how strong he is, especially during sex, whether it be the strength of his thrusts or what position he puts you in. he will want the power during sex. mans is a dom, and that’s that.

finger sucking (giving) - going along with the power kink, jongho would love to have his fingers in your mouth. especially if he just fucked your mouth and came on your lips, he would love to fuck it back into your mouth with his fingers for sure that would really get him going i think

maybe kinks

titty fucking (lol i hate typing this im so sorry) - jongho i think likes boobs a lot so he would love to fuck your boobs for sure or maybe just leave hickeys all over your boobs idek i think he has a boob fixation so he would love to do anything related to them

marking (giving) - i think he would love marking you anywhere and everywhere really but mostly on your chest or inner thighs. a show of dominance really, but he wants to show that you are his and his only

definitely not

public sex/exhibitionism - i think jongho would consider sex a very private and intimate thing and he would never want to put either of you in a position where you might be caught or seen. he wants it to be something special between the two of you and the two of you alone. that’s all.

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