#its because i have no self control and always over curl it and make him look fuckin GOOFY

[curioscurio]

what if I told you johnlock was real in 2024

#artofcassafrass #this is the only holmes im like ok with that ive drawn #his face is so . frustrating to draw in perspective #watson is easier and as much as i reflexively give him a curly mustache its just not working for me #its because i have no self control and always over curl it and make him look fuckin GOOFY #so i draw the curl then erase and thats kind of the shape #to me watson holds his emotions in his nose and mouth when angry or frustrated. the motion is like puckered inbetween his eyes #for holmes its all like a horizontal line across the brow #from his browline and downwards is where the pull of his face goes. #also when acd was describing holmes in The boscombe valley mystery or whatever . i tried to speed sketch holmes #but it made me laugh and i couldnt finish #mans was on a MISSION

[ox1-lovesick]

✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND WHEN YOU LOOK MOST BEAUTIFUL TO THEM

pairing(s). txt x gn reader genre fluff warnings. none(?) wc. 100-200 each

type. headcannon , reaction

a/n. guess who wrote something *everyone applaud* please enjoy this I forced myself to write it because I haven't posted anything since queen elizabeth graduated high school 🥰

★ YEONJUN could already stare at you for hours on end — you always looked so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes, they can't help but wander back to take you in every now and then. You're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but there's something different about you right now. About your furrowed eyebrows and small pout, about your fleeting gaze, stuck between your laptop screen and notebook as you read over the problem for the nth time hoping it will all magically make sense soon. You look outrageously adorable to him right now, laser focused on solving this equation of letters and numbers so you can move onto your next set of notes. He'd pull out a chair and sit next to you every time, resting his head against the palm of his hand as he watched while you busied yourself with whatever you needed to get done. Sometimes he'd sit and stare in silence, others he'd fondly brush the stray strands of hair away from your eyes so you don't have to, but every time without fail, his eyes would be trained on nothing but you.

★ SOOBIN loved taking care of his skin. It felt like a checkmark in his day, the last task at hand before he could melt into his bed and forget his worries until morning. He instantly felt lighter after taking all his make-up off and gently applying his moisturiser, but doing it with his favourite person makes just that much better. He especially loves when he doesn't have the energy to do it himself, leaving you to do it for him. Fingers gently tapping the products into skin with care, with the occasional kiss on his nose, but what he loves most of all is the sight of you, bare faced and sleepy. Some days he'd feign exhaustion just to stare into your eyes and hold your waist while you massage serum into his skin. He loves you no matter how you look of course, you're always beautiful to him. But being barefaced with each other is intimate, especially when he has to look his best everyday

★ BEOMGYU was never fearful about the sun exploding in 70 something million years, why would he be when he had the replacement right in his arms. Your smile was more than enough to sustain life and light up the solar system. His theory may not be scientifically correct, but in his eyes, it was simply the truth. What a heinous crime it is that you don't own multiple peace prizes for this sight alone—it never failed to make his heart beat out of his chest every time you graced him with its presence. He gets teased to no end by the guys for being horrendously down bad and staring at you with 'goo goo' eyes whenever your lips curl upwards, but how could he help himself? He's sick in the head, mind stuffed full of you and that pretty smile. It's his kryptonite, his one and only weakness, and no one knew it better than you after walking home hand in hand with your brand new jigglypuff plushie and -62837 won in Beomgyu's wallet.

★ TAEHYUN was so weak for things like this. Even under all those muscles he spends hours perfecting at the gym, he's rendered completely and utterly powerless. Weak for holding you closer, weak for pressing a kiss to your forehead, weak for you nuzzling your head further into his chest, weak for falling asleep with the person he adores more than anything next to him, safe and sound in his arms. He always fell asleep much later than you, because he has no self control and can't help but stare. Ever since he'd met you, he's become a morning person. Not because he enjoys starting his day early to be more productive (or to spend another 86 years in the gym) but because he gets to wake up like this. Your limbs tangled in each other, soft breaths against his neck, covered in the warmth of his duvet and comfort of each other. And if you'd allow him to, he'd spend every morning like this for the rest of his life, and die a happy man.

★ HUENINGKAI is a fan-favourite. And while his band mates make it well known who their favourite maknae is, for the sake of their feelings he tells them he loves them all equally, and keeps his favourite a secret. A secret from everyone but you, who just so happens to be said favourite. And his favourite sight on his favourite person? The face you made when he revealed his secret to you. The way your eyes widened, the knowing smile that crept its way onto your face, your nose scrunching in delight, if he could have that moment tattooed on the inside of his eyelids, he'd probably forget what the world looks like from having his eyes closed all the time. He loves this look on you, how excited you get when talking about the drama going on with your classmates or your masterplan to take over the world. Your eyes twinkling and hands flying all over the show because your emotions are just too strong to keep them confined. It might just be his favourite sight of all time, and while he's itching to screech about how adorable you are, he'll keep it his little secret for now

★ OX1-LOVESICK all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, translate, alter or repost my work without my explicit permission.

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[scatterbrainedbot]

I AM SPINNING I AM PACING I AM FULL ON FROLICKING IM SO EXCITED

@d1sc0rd1a THANK U FOR THESE TAGS

okayokayokayokay so pretty much all of these questions will be Officially Answered properly in the character design/intro pages im working on but also i am physically vibrating with excitement about the fact that you noticed all these details and i have very little self control so! lore dump time!!!

(minor tw for mentions of leos self-harm/self-destructive anxious behaviors and unhealthy coping skills)

- mikey does indeed have curly fur! i believe he would be considered a 'rex' rat (pictured on the left) for this trait? though the curls can be more easily seen on mice (pictured on the right). or, at least it seems that way. have not delved too deeply into the details of rodent genes and husbandry, but id assume its the same sort of mutation considering curly haired mice are also referred to as rex sometimes? either way hes a extra floofy bby 🧡

-as for raphie, unfortunately being more fluff and less shell than the average rapheal comes with its downsides. especially if you and your brothers occasionally encounter things like territorial dogs, hungry cats, or sewer crocodiles while exploring places ur dad said not supposed to go. (most of his scars will have more ninja related stories, but his ear i think got messed up from something very animal. probably around age 11 ish? old enough to sneak out from dads protection but young enough to not fully know how to handle himself alone against real danger. thankfully his ear injury looks worse than it actually is for the most part, as the damage was largely to the outer ear. his hearing wasnt super affected, except that he now has a bit of a harder time being able to track/pinpoint noises origins if its on his right side.)

-also yep! dons got some glasses that just clip/rest on the bridge of his nose! theyre mostly just for home use, as they do fall off if hes knocked around. in the field he has some goggles he tends to use (theyre helpful as they have multiple additional functions like heat-imaging, extra zoom/telescoping, and recording capabilities. but also theyll give him headaches if he wears them for too long without breaks). contacts are theoretically also an option but he absolutely hates the sensation of putting them in. so sometimes when hes tired he'll just not bother with either clips or goggles and just squint and struggle. leo hates when he does that lol.

-speaking of leo, he is def an anxious baby :) he has a few patches of fur missing on his hand cos he has the tendency to tug on it while hes thinking. he yanked and chewed on his own tail a lot when he was younger too, which is why when hes older he usually wears some wraps to cover the scars left from that behavior. he finds those scars specifically to be kinda embarrassing and shameful because they werent from any battle or life-lesson, just his own 'inability to control himself'. all of his brothers have repeatedly called him out on the fact that that is not a healthy way to think about his anxiety or mental health, but leo insists hes fine. hes kinda convinced himself that a proper warrior always has control over his own body* and his own thoughts, thus he should be able to just like willpower-brute-force his way into 'being better'. (this line of thinking pisses raph off so much he has to leave and go hit something)

Splinter also tries to talk him through some of that internalized guilt/shame/everything, but splinters very metaphorical, poetic, and indirect when it comes to talking about Big Things, which combined with how much leo gets caught in his own head, makes it kinda hard to gauge how much these talks actually help

*this is made extra fun considering leos also ftm trans, so he is faced with a body that fundamentally disobeys him perhaps more than the average rat-man.

-and im still going back and forth between a few species for splinter, but im leaning mostly towards an African Spurred Tortoise! they have these beautiful if kinda subtle geometric shell patterns and are the third largest species of tortoise in the world. the only thing that doesnt fit perfectly with Splints is that (allegedly) their lifespan in captivity is around 50ish years, whereas im p sure Tortoise Splinter is well over 75, probably closer to 90 when the boys are born and hes mutated into Old Man Papa.

but maybe hes just a particularly long lasting African Spurred Tortoise.

the Hamato family has taken very good care of him for many decades after all. :)

(well. until everything all fell apart, that is.....)

#tmnt #rat sons #my art #tmnt au #literally bouncing around the room thinking about this all #my downstairs neighbors are gonna hate me #ask reply #sort of??? #pats leos fucked up lil head #this bad boy can fit so much projection #get out of ur head idiot ur family loves and wants to help u #also looking at the chaco tortoise and ploughshare tortoise for splinter thoboth of those are smaller species than i think he is

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,446 words | established relationship, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), rough sex, size kink, body worship, aftercare, wakatoshi fucks your face because he loves you, ok <3

a/n: i'm so sorry if you've seen this before! i accidentally deleted my original post so yeah oops.

it’s the way wakatoshi introduces you to his teammates and coaches. his hand resting gently on the small of your back, protecting, reassuring. the silk of your dress crumples around his fingers as they dig into your flesh. a reminder that he’s thinking of you, even as he’s spent the last ten minutes discussing serve techniques and tactics. it’s the way he pulls out your chair and lends you his palm in support as you stand up. it’s the way his eyes become softer when he looks at you. little tender moments enough to start a spark deep in your belly.

at first, it’s just a gentle warmth, the intertwining of fingers, a tug of the sleeve as you pull him closer and lean into him. but he looks so handsome in his suit. and he smells so good as he dips his head down, his nose brushing your hair as he tells you how beautiful you are, how incredible that dress looks on you. 

warmth grows into searing heat and touches turn needy. nimble fingers squeezing around the thickness of his arm, tracing the ridges of hard muscle. then moving down to his thigh, playful and light, running along the inside seam of his pants, moving up up up, until his hand wraps around your wrist - an unspoken that’s enough.

need grows into impatience, lips brushing his ear as you whisper saccharine words, syrupy sweet and sticky. but toshi has an irritating amount of self-control and your attempts at seduction are met with gentle pats on the head that feel condescending.

but everything has its limit. 

“i want to rub my pussy all over you.” he swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and his jaw clenches as he turns to look at you. “i’m already so wet. wanna feel?” you hold his hand in your lap as you look at him through long, dark lashes. yes, even his self-control has a limit, and he’s toeing the line. and he knows it’s been crossed when he feels the constraining tightness of his slacks.

minutes later you’re dragging him through empty corridors, checking every door until finally, one opens to reveal a tiny closet. it’s dimly lit and filled with mops and brooms, but it will do. you pull him inside the room by the tie, then keep tugging it down until your lips meet his in a rushed kiss. 

“we should go home.” he doesn’t pull away.

“but we can’t,” your hand curls around the bulge of his chubbed cock, “you’re so hard.” oh, he knows. “you should let me take care of you.” people will notice your absence, his teammates will have an invasion of questions. but all his doubts falter and shatter in the grasp of your soft hands.

so wakatoshi lets you push against his broad chest, inhaling sharply as the backs of his thighs meet a worn-out wooden cabinet. his lips never leave yours. his hands on your neck as he tilts your face towards his. but then you’re moving down again, trailing sloppy kisses down the column of his neck, leaving the collar of his white shirt stained with lipstick and sticky gloss. 

he leans against the cabinet, long legs bent at the knees and then there’s you kneeling between them. biting your swollen lips as you make quick work of his belt and zipper before pulling his pants and underwear down as far as they will go. 

you wrap both of your hands around the base of his cock. it’s so imposing, intimidating even. and you’re never quite sure how you manage to fit it… anywhere, really. so heavy it hangs in your hold. 

but it’s also really cute when it gets all flushed and weepy. “hi baby!” the blush spreads from the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears. he can’t understand why you always have to talk to it like that. “aww so leaky,” you coo, “i think you want attention, hmm?”

you kiss along his length, leaving more faint lipstick marks behind. his teeth grind against each other at the feeling. he needs more. and you know it, but you love to tease, love to see him squirm in your grasp. you nuzzle your cheek against the velvety skin, looking at him all doe-eyed. “it’s so soft,” your voice a tender mewl. 

he has to look away from you for his own sanity. but it’s really to no avail because this - the delicate material of your dress draping over concrete, innocent words a contrast to the lewd way you’re toying with him - is an image now burned into his brain. and then there’s the creeping realisation that he likes this. he wants it. 

“just use your mouth,” his voice is strained and hoarse, words clawing their way up his throat, “please.” 

no. you bury your face in his balls instead. tongue flat, lapping and sucking on the sensitive skin before tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock. then running the weeping tip over your lips that turn glossy with his precum. and finally, finally, you wrap your lips around it, whimper a little as you suckle on it.  

your mouth is so warm, so wet. and his breaths catch between his ribs as you slobber on the fleshy head, his hands gently holding your face. cheeks hollowing out, your spit mixed with the taste of him dripping down the side of your chin. 

toshi’s knuckles turn white as he grips the wooden edge of the cupboard. and whiter still as you move down the length of his shaft. your lips stretching around it. and you look at him, eyes blown with lust and welling with tears as he hits the back of your throat. he thinks he might just cum at the sight of you, so pretty on your knees, so pretty with your mouth full of his cock. barely even halfway in and already struggling as you try to swallow around the girth of it. 

he doesn’t mean to but his hands find their way to your head. fingers tangled in your hair and gripping at the roots. he can’t help how his hips buck all on their own. you feel so good, so divine and he can’t hold back the groans that rumble in his throat when you look at him like that, when the only sound he can hear is you gagging on his size, when he sees your spit dribbling down the valley of your breasts. you feel so good that he doesn’t even realise he’s fucking your throat raw. your nails digging into the meat of his thighs, sure to leave angry, crescent marks. but he’s never felt a pleasure so intense, so consuming that it clouds his mind and makes him relinquish all control over his body. it’s instinctive and primal, this need to feel more of you. to surrender to you.

his thrusts turn faster, erratic. and he’s growling out a string of warnings. “i’m- i’m close. i’m close.” but his hands never leave their place on your head and he buries himself inside your throat completely as he finds release. his cum thick and warm, too much to swallow as you sputter around him. 

beads of it pool at the corners of your lips. and you’re still catching your breath as you drag your thumb across your mouth and then between your teeth to collect those last few drops. 

his head is thrown back, chest heaving and brain fuzzy. swiping a hand through his hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his skin. his state a testament to the power you hold over him. then he’s reaching out for you, every praise that he can think of bubbling in his chest. 

but all that comes out is an almost stern “come here.”

wakatoshi helps you to your feet and holds you close to his chest as gentle fingers wipe away the mascara staining your cheeks.  then he drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, smoothes the lapels over your chest, envelops you in the scent of his woody perfume. and a few stolen moments in a mouldy broom closet feel something like worship in his arms. 

one hand holding yours while the other rests on the doorknob. “should we go home so you can rub your pussy all over me?” it sounds very different covered in the deep rasp of his voice. and you feel the burn of embarrassment in your ears and the need to hide your face in the creases of his shirt.

“wakatoshi,” you squeal, “you can’t just say that to me!” a deep breath. “but yes.”

for my 🔭 anon <3 it's even later but it's here (again)!

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#posting it AGAIN is just ughdjdhdu embarrassing i'm sorry!! #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x you #ushijima wakatoshi x y/n #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.13)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: after you and jungkook’s argument, you decide to sleep in the guest room, not wanting to see him. but when a thunderstorm strikes, you find yourself back in your boyfriend’s arms.

word count: 500+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You’re staring blankly at the light on the ceiling, its glare causing a strain in your eyes to slowly form.

Sighing as you wrap yourself tighter under the blanket, the sound of the rain pattering against the window of the guest room fills the air.

You know that the right way to resolve your argument with Jungkook wasn’t to hide in the guest room of his apartment, but rather to talk it out with him.

But you were way too emotionally unstable to even begin to talk to your boyfriend, afraid the moment he says something to you, that you would lose all control over your emotions.

The argument you had an hour ago replays in your mind, you’re overthinking and cursing at yourself for saying some things.

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled at Jungkook. But to be fair he had raised his voice at you in frustration, which ticked you off at the point of time.

Both of you had been in the wrong, blaming each other for it when it was a huge misunderstanding. But both of you were equally too stubborn to apologise first.

You jolt and squeak in shock as a huge rumble of thunder rings through the air, you should have expected it considering the flash of lightning that came before that.

The light in the guest room gives way, causing the whole room to turn into a void of darkness.

You only hear Jungkook’s muffled gasp from outside the room, before you begin to hide under the blanket in petrifying fear.

It was a stupid fear you had, you weren’t even scared of horror movies, yet the darkness had brought out another side of you, making you vulnerable and scared, of not being able to see your surroundings.

Normally, you always had Jungkook to run to, your boyfriend who would oh-so-sweetly comfort you and embrace you in his hold, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

But this time instead of running to you, Jungkook is hesitant, he’s standing outside the guest bedroom, unsure if he should step in to embrace you like he always does, or if you would push him away because of your unresolved conflicts.

Your boyfriend immediately cranks open the door knob the moment he hears a sob emit from inside the room, rushing over in the darkness, tripping over something on the floor.

He spots you curled up under the blankets in the darkness, but he can barely see from the lack of light in the house.

“Baby,” Jungkook hushes you as he guides you to sit in his lap, your face now buried in his chest as your tears soak his shirt.

He can feel your hands grip onto his shirt, as you sob, body shaking.

Given the chance to, you would’ve probably stayed mad at him, but you were so terrified being alone, in the darkness, not being able to see anything at all.

“Kook,” You sob as Jungkook shushes you, trying his best to comfort your crying self.

“Jagi, I’m right here, breathe for me yeah?” He’s whispering in your ear, tightening his hold on you.

Jungkook guides you to lay on the bed with him, as he let’s you cry into his chest.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you Gguk,” You hiccup between sobs, feeling terrible that Jungkook had put aside everything to come and console you even thought you had been screaming at him earlier.

“Baby, it’s okay,” He laughs, petting your head, “We’ll talk it out when you feel better ‘kay?”

You nod, snuggling deeper into his hold as your sobs turn into sniffles.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook imagine #boyfriend jungkook

[swampstew]

Period HCs with Monster Trio + Law, Killer, and Kid

Ya girl is wracked with cramps, overflowing with emotions, and seriously lacking in chocolate :( enjoy this utter nonsense my blazed brain baked as I curl back into fetal position.

Summary: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Killer, and Kid ranked by how they would handle themselves while you have your period. Implied established relationship♡

Minors DNI.

The worst actually. Not on purpose but Luffy's lack of awareness or self-restraint makes it difficult to appreciate his efforts. Not to mention he eats your snacks. You'd think with Nami and Robin on board he'd have some idea of what you're dealing with. Nope, you have to explain it again, it'll stick this time but it comes with another round of curious/invasive questions.

All your period comfort foods? Gone. The replacements? Also gone. You're lucky if there's a crumb of your favorite snack left over. Thankfully for everyone involved, his crew lends him a hand to make sure you're (eventually) satiated with alternatives and don't go on a murder spree during your cravings. On the flip side, Luffy abuses his power as Captain to have Sanji bring you both all the food when the kitchen is finally restocked. Good luck and bite him back if you have to!

His saving grace is using Gear 2 to cuddle and keep you warm. Giving you heated massages, foot and belly rubs until you're purring like a kitten. Unfortunately, he can only do the same thing for so long before growing bored. He needs a lot of intermittent breaks.

Has no tact, will ask you uncomfortable questions about your "thing going on" or your "comma" because he's so very curious and maybe also looking for ways to "fix you." Once he finds out about period poops, its over for you - there will be hourly check-ins. He'll make sure you're well stocked up on absorption products so there's that (also say thank you Nami, Robin and Franky)!

Zoro is shockingly adaptable but I guess if you spend enough time with one girl for two years - and also live with 2 full time - you're gonna learn a thing or two about having a period. Also, surprisingly reliable at getting you what you need, so long as you don't mind 2 hours to 2 business days to get it. Look he's trying ok?!

Be careful with what you say though. If you joke about cutting your uterus out, he'll take you at face value and have his blades ready. No one is a better slice master than he! Why is Chopper having a heart attack? BRB gotta tend to the younger bro.

Is not phased by your bodily changes or anything you might perceive to be "gross." Bodies are natural and they're just doing what they're meant to do, and for what it's worth he's trying to say things that will make you feel better but they don't always land. This comes from a guy who showers maybe twice a week so take the compliments as you will. He means them with his whole heart!

Out of all the guys, he's the only one who will respect your craving habits in a supportive way. That's to say he'll give you everything you want, but he knows when to cut you off before you make yourself sick. He also has a (terrifying) gift of knowing when your body is flushing itself out and he'll be right at your side with a tampon or pad in his hand at the ready. "I'm very in sync with you."

Ranks third because he's so fucking logical and doctorly. The kind of doctor that expects his medical advice and prognosis to outweigh your personal experience/feelings. Has Law ever experienced intense cramping and a headache while gushing a pint of blood and also pulled a full day's shift? No! "Doctoring" immediately invalid. Unless he gives you paid time off in which case his license is once again formally recognized.

On the OTHER hand, he will always have a colorful variety of options for you to take care of your personal business. He buys all biodegradable products, recyclable ones too! He also offers the best choices in birth control for you. Gynecology wasn't his specialty but taking care of his crew is so he studies and gets his license on the downlow.

Is VERY particular about his time spent and frankly, cuddling in bed isn't something he's entirely excited about. Sure he can do it with Bepo but that's like sleeping with a teddy bear you've had your whole life. Another person is different, especially one that needs his undivided attention and comfort. He'll give it and he won't complain about it, but he's not familiar with it and might be awkward at it for a time. Once he figures out what works best for you and let's himself relax around you, he's got the cuddling and rubbing your belly/lower back down to an exact science.

Questionable palate offerings when he first experiences your cravings. You had to teach him what's what when it comes to comfort eating and nutritional eating when you're in pain and your brain feels a bit scrambled from existing. Ikkaku had tried in the past to broaden the snack closet but it never stuck. With you, Law suddenly remembers to get things outside of his own personal preferences and comforts. It's comfort food for the BEPERIODED, LAW.

It's entirely because he's a chef and a well-groomed cutie that he ranks this highly. Honestly it was neck and neck between him and Law. His resume in the kitchen makes you forget about his perviness and near-infantilization of you.

You'll never have a craving unsatisfied because Sanji will go to the ends of the Earth to curb your hunger. The One Piece and All Blue can wait, his darling needs a rich, velvety chocolate mousse two minutes ago! He absolutely spoils you which may lead to overstuffing you until you feel worse than how the cramps made you feel.

Sanji waits on you hand and foot during your period. Practically carries you from point A to point B if you so wish. It might get annoying after a while if you don't like a hot blonde popping in your face every 10 minutes to offer you something you knew you needed but didn't know you needed right that second and you're kind of annoyed that he got it before you could even vocalize your own needs! Does that happen to anyone else or...? If you're into that pampered lifestyle, Sanji is the guy for you.

He wasn't around women a lot but living with Robin and Nami he did learn about products used and comfort items sought out, which he gives you in abundance. Sanji's weakness - period boobies. The slight swell has him a blubbering mess and he will always try to sneak a peek. He may or may not be able to smell your pheromones - its unclear but he is definitely sniffing you from time to time.

The clear winner out of the others its not even a joke. Is the trifecta of caring, supportive, and intuitive. The Period Manager™ everyone else should go back to their ship. No I am not biased.

Killer is the Chef of Carbo-loading but he knows his way around the kitchen and can make anything you desire at any given time. Desserts aren't his strongest suit but its the effort that makes it taste all the sweeter. You will never be without chocolate, praise be.

You've seen him so you know he knows muscles. Yours will become putty in his hands as he gently massages your aching body. With the help of low dose pain killers, Killer will slay your pain one sore muscle at a time.

Killer is so intuitive that he knows you have your period before you. Has your cubby on the bathroom countertop that includes: pads, tampons, flow-cup, aspirin, fuzzy socks, eye mask, and bottled juice. Your robe is hanging behind the door. He loves you so much.

Haha bitch you though. Kid is the true winner. Killer was the favored winner but you might have forgotten this is me we're talking about and Kid has never done anything wrong in his life ever. I support all his rights and wrongs, and I cheerlead at every speck of effort he puts in.

Where everyone else had mentors or positive authority figures to bond with, Kid had Killer - and Killer tried his fucking best. But not even someone as amazing as Killer can be a single mom and raise a mentally stable, well functioning person in society in a corrupted, gang-ruled regime. HOWEVER - Killer did teach Kid how to treat his period-having partner during their woes and Kid's success is Killer's pride and joy.

Like Luffy, Kid will definitely swipe your snacks and food because he's a greedy, greedy glutton. Prove you can bark back at him to stand your ground and he'll yield to you with a scoff and a pout. He doesn't even LIKE your snacks, he claims🙄 He'll make sure you have enough to satisfy your craving and then have a month supply in the hull of the ship just in case. This is where he'll sneak a few for himself without your notice.

Being the King of Treating Himself, Kid will generously make you things to comfort you. A weighted, heat-controlled blanket; a vibrating teddy bear that hugs your belly; a snack organizer to keep your preferences nearby; a personal cold/hot water cooler; pretty things to make you smile; dirty things to excite you for when its over; the gifts are boundless. So are the period products that he basically just steals from the other women in the crew.

“Captain you better reimburse me for those heavy flow tampons!!”

“I’m busy Quincy. Go bitch to the piggy bank (Wire) about it!!!”

“KILLER STOP THAT MAN!”

In his line of work, he's used to nitty gritty and things better left to the imagination. Also a bit grimy himself on occasion. That said, nothing your body does will ever disgust him. He rolls with whatever you throw at him. Bloodied bedsheets? He'll gently toss you and the sheets in the tub. He'll help clean out your soiled clothes. Buy or steal whatever you need to ease your comfort. Embarrassed by the way you feel or look? He'll give you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and say, "Eh, I've seen/heard/smelled worse."

#eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x you #trafalgar law #massacre soldier killer #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #swampstew #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew stories #killer x you #sanji x you #roronoa zoro x you #monkey d luffy #luffy x you #law x you

[sidekick-hero]

Let’s get it on (if you believe in love)

(steddie | explicit | 1.9k | @steddie-week | prompt: established relationship | AO3)

Steve feels eyes watching him, their gaze heavy on his skin as if stepping through velvet curtains. And sure enough, when he turns his head, his eyes find Eddie's across the room. They look dark, hungry, even from where Steve is standing a few feet away from him.

It reminds him of the first time their eyes met, the heat that pools in his belly is still the same, even after years and years and years of feeling those eyes on him. To be wanted by Eddie, loved by Eddie, still excites him.

"Earth to Steve. Did you hear any of what I just said?"

Robin snaps her fingers in front of his face, and he reluctantly pulls his eyes away from his husband - his husband - to his best friend and platonic soul mate.

"Huh?" he blinks, trying to piece together what she just asked him, "Of course I heard you, Robs."

She doesn't look impressed by his answer, but then her face softens. He sees her own eyes go to where Nancy is talking to Joyce at the bar for a moment before going back to Steve and she rolls her eyes at him, but her mouth smiles, fond and exasperated.

"Go over to him, I know you want to."

Steve smiles, presses a quick kiss to her cheek and tells her, "Thanks, Robs," before turning to do just that. As he starts to walk away, he hears her muttering to herself, "Jesus, I hope Nance and I aren't that bad," and he shakes his head fondly. They are, but he doesn't call her on it. He's a good best friend after all.

Eddie watches him approach, body still but eyes reaching for him, pulling him in, and Steve goes willingly. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Eddie's neck when he reaches him and presses his lips against his husband's.

He hums and opens his mouth, letting Steve slide his tongue in, oblivious to the room full of friends and family. They all know how Steve and Eddie are around each other, learned years ago to look the other way because Eddie doesn't care who sees how much he loves having Steve in his arms. It's one of the things that Steve has fallen for the most, the way Eddie never allows even the slightest doubt about his devotion to Steve.

The world around them fades away and it's just them in the room as they lose themselves in each other and Steve never wants this moment to end. He's so grateful that the universe gave him this, gave him Eddie and allowed Steve to keep him, that he has to pull back, has to look into those loving eyes and tell him.

Eddie beats him to it.

He bumps Steve's nose with his own, dimpled smile and all, and whispers in the liminal space between them, "Hi." It sounds like I love you.

"Hi." I love you, too.

"And how are we feeling this fine evening, Mr. Munson?" Eddie asks him and a shiver runs down Steve's spine at the way Eddie's tongue curls around the words Mr. Munson. He's never felt more thoroughly owned and the waves of desire that always dance along the shores of his self-control when he's near Eddie come crashing down like a tsunami, flooding everything in its path.

"Desperate for you to come down my throat."

Eddie makes a sound like he's dying, groaning deep in his throat, his hands gripping Steve's biceps as if he's afraid he'll topple over without the support. Steve licks his lips and smiles when he sees Eddie's eyes, wide with lust, following the movement.

"We're at a wedding reception, Steve. Our wedding reception. People will notice we're gone."

Steve shifts so that his body shields Eddie from view before he moves his hand to Eddie's dick, already half hard in his tailored tuxedo, and rubs the head with his palm.

"Better make it quick then, huh? Think I can break my record?"

Eddie catches his hand and pulls it away from his dick, but not before Steve feels it twitch at his words. He knows what it is that gets Eddie going, and the way Eddie uses the same hand to drag him out of the reception hall and down the corridor to a broom closet proves him right. Opening the door, Eddie pushes Steve inside hastily before following right behind him, closing the door as he does so.

Steve is on him as soon as he hears the latch close.

"You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, sweetheart." Eddie pants, his hands roaming Steve's back as Steve sucks what will be an impressive hickey into the pale skin of Eddie's neck.

"Shut up. We're fucking married, you dork, I think it's obvious I wanna fuck you," Steve tells him before apologetically licking the bruised skin, having gotten a little carried away.

He's surprised when hands frame his face and pull him away from Eddie's neck. It's dark in the closet, just a sliver of light shining through a small crack at the bottom of the door. It's enough to see Eddie's eyes go wide.

His voice is filled with wonder when he says, "We're married," as if he still can't believe it, as if he's floored by the thought. Too good to be true. Steve knows the feeling.

He kisses Eddie's nose, then his cheek and lips, before dragging his open mouth over the other cheek to his ear and purring into it, "We're married." He pauses, letting the words sink in between them before continuing. "And I really wanna blow my husband, if you don't mind."

With that, he sinks to his knees and works Eddie's button and fly open. He reaches into the black briefs and pulls out the hard flesh, licking his lips again at the slippery feel of the head already dripping with pre-cum. Steve hums, a deep rumble in his chest as if he's been starving and is presented with his favorite meal, ready to be devoured.

"Don't mind if I do," he mumbles, mostly to himself, before bringing the thick head to his lips and painting them with the dripping pre-cum. Above him, Eddie curses, the sound muffled by his own hand. Steve knows they have to be quiet, because even though he's sure at least some of their friends like Robin and Nance can guess what they're up to, and will even know when they see the massive hickey on Eddie's neck, it's still different than catching them in the act.

That doesn't stop him from doing the one move he knows will make Eddie scream.

He opens his mouth, suckling on the head for a bit to lull Eddie into a false sense of security before suddenly flattening his tongue and sliding his mouth down Eddie's dick in one smooth glide, opening his throat as much as he can. He feels it flutter around the sudden intrusion and knows from personal experience how fucking good that feels.

The choking sounds in the cramped closet are no longer coming from him alone, for Eddie, trying to stifle his moans and whimpers by swallowing them convulsively, is choking in his efforts to be quiet. Steve gagged on Eddie in sympathy, swallowing around the hot flesh in his throat, feeling already dizzy from the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

As much in tune with him as ever, Eddie notices. He cups Steve's face in his hands and slowly pulls him away, telling him to "breathe, love, breathe for me," and when Steve does, he uses his hold on Steve's head to pull him back in and feed his dick into Steve's mouth again.

This time he doesn't take Eddie to the root. Instead, he starts bobbing his head, the copious amounts of spit and pre-cum slicking the way and making for an easy glide. His tongue drags along the pulsing flesh with every up and down, sometimes flat, sometimes the tip tracing the thick vein on the underside. With every other stroke, his tongue also circles the head, teasingly dipping into the slit before Steve's mouth engulfs him once more.

Steve is achingly hard, his length pressed against the cool metal of his zipper, having decided to forgo his underwear today and go commando. It's supposed to be a surprise for Eddie when they get to their wedding night, but of course they never get that far before pouncing on each other. He can feel how close Eddie is already, and the choking sounds coming from him, combined with the familiar weight of Eddie on his tongue, have Steve on edge as well.

It's easy to undo the button of his pants with one hand while his other strokes the parts of Eddie's length his mouth can't reach, a practiced move after too many hasty make out sessions in public places like this. They both revel in the thrill of it, the hunger and desperation, the dirty way they have to get each other off as fast as possible, the constant threat of someone catching them. It's intoxicating. They never last long.

He dips his hand into his pants and pulls himself free before jerking off with quick strokes, his grip almost painfully tight, the glide only aided by the pre-cum he gathers. It's too dry, too rough, and Steve feels his orgasms come crashing down on him out of nowhere. He moans helplessly, his whole body jerking with it as the aftershocks rip through him.

"Fuck, Steve, did you just -" Eddie asks, his voice raw, as if the sounds of his desire had grown talons and clawed at his throat every time he swallowed them.

Steve whimpers, still stuffed with Eddie's dick, his mouth as slack as the rest of him as he comes down from his climax, feeling spit and pre-cum spill from beneath his lips. He can't feel his body, he's floating above it, and with a Herculean effort he grabs Eddie's hand and brings it to the back of his head.

Asking Eddie to do what he cannot finish.

"You sure?"

Another whimper, more pleading this time, and Eddie takes it for what it is. Please, take it. Make me yours. I want it.

Holding Steve in place with a hand gripping the hair at the back of Steve's head, he begins fucking in and out of Steve's mouth while Steve grips his thighs and holds on for the ride. It doesn't take long, it never does when Steve gives himself up like this, and soon Eddie is spilling down his waiting throat. Eddie holds him down, his other hand at Steve's mouth to catch the spilling fluids before they can stain his tuxedo.

Only when his hips are finally still does Eddie slip out of Steve's mouth, his hand catching more of the cum Steve hasn't been able to swallow, and Steve feels rather than sees him wipe it on the wall where Steve is sure will be a disgusting stain later. That's his husband, thoughtful and caring to the people he loves, but also a fucking menace to society.

Point in case, as said husband pulls him up against himself and carefully tucks him back into pants.

"Going commando, huh?"

"Wanted to surprise you on our wedding night. So much for that."

Eddie kisses him lightly and nuzzles his cheek.

"Darling, you surprise me every day in a million different ways. Giving me the honor of being your husband is just one of them."

The all-consuming heat in his belly turns to the warmth of a hot cup of cocoa, the warmth of a cozy blanket on a freezing winter's day, the warmth of home.

"You're such a sap."

"Well, you married that sap, which makes me your sap."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Mr. Munson."

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Big shoutout to my dearest @yournowheregirl for the idea and to my platonic writing soulmate @legitcookie for her awesome cheerleading and sleep analyzing skills 💜

#steddieweekafterdark #steddie #steddie smut #steddie fanfic #stranger things #my writing #modern au #teacher!steve #musician!eddie #pwp #nsft

[achillean-heartbeat]

Today, soft andreil morning mini drabble. Tomorrow, who knows.

If it were any other person sleeping and fidgeting in their sleep, Andrew would never be able to get more than 10 minutes of consecutive sleep while sharing a bed with them. But this was Neil. "i learned to stay still and small and curled up in my sleep through years of survival" Neil. But Andrew always woke up before Neil. He never got out of bed though. After years of denying himself happiness and getting creative in not allowing himself things, Andrew was changing. At the pace of a dying snail, but still more than he'd like to admit. It was the effect of Neil Josten, the infuriatingly peaceful figure sleeping next to him. 

Andrew always had a choice. Even when the situation seemed so inescapable that it threatened to make his sense of control crumble, he still forcibly created the space to choose. He had to. So ultimately, choosing Neil had been a decision he made. On purpose. And that decision had been the first in a while where Andrew had chosen something (someone) because he wanted it. He wanted nothing in life. But Neil had been a very specific brand of nothing Andrew's mind had somehow latched onto. 

So against his self sabotaging tendencies of denying himself things, Andrew had allowed himself this. Neil. 

Then, everything went downhill from there.

It started with allowing himself Neil, then allowing the thing (the nothing) between him and Neil to grow, then allowing the silence between them on the rooftop. He allowed himself to stop time whenever it was just them. He allowed himself to chase the taste of Neil on stolen cigarettes. Allowed himself to peek over the precipice of a deep deep blue that peeked right back at him with a gaze that made Andrew's skin crawl. 

Andrew could only compare it to a disease, spreading from Neil to every single aspect of his life. Andrew was never the one to opt for running away, that was Neil's thing. But he sure as hell did try. 

He tried looking away from Neil's eyes whenever they held so many unsaid words that Andrew could painfully read so clearly, but every time he saw a shade of blue, he couldn't stop himself from comparing it to Neil's shade. He tried forgetting the taste of Neil's laughter that slithered down his throat whenever they kissed, but every time he indulged in his sweet tooth, he kept thinking how sweeter Neil's lips would taste. He tried to shake himself mentally by the shoulders every time he got more and more used to Neil's easy show of trust, to the point of familiarity, but he didn't really have it in him to resist it in the end. How could he, when Neil, skittish hissing raccoon Neil, was laying himself bare for Andrew.

So of course it could only go downhill because of Neil. He couldn't keep up with the things he had allowed himself to feel not so numb about.

So every morning, when Andrew woke up before Neil, he allowed himself to... be.

this morning ritual had made its way into Andrew's everyday routine:

Wake up. Check if Neil is in bed (he always is.) Blink away the sleepiness from his eyes so he can see Neil clearly. Stare at Neil. Stare at the slow flutter of his annoyingly long lashes. Stare at the curve of his nose. How it curves down on its sides to Neil's cheeks. Stare at the tiny shadows cast by Neil's scars there. Stare at the long whitening scar going down all the way to his lips. Stare at Neil's lips. Stare at the bitten edge of his lower lip. Stare at his slightly stubbling chin. Then breathe.

Andrew usually falls asleep again after this little routine. But other times, like today, he feels rested enough to stay awake until Neil arises. So he repeats that little routine. Over and over and Over no matter how long it takes for Neil to wake up. He counts the times he repeats it. he makes sure to end on a number ending in 0 or 5. Even if Neil wakes up before he reaches a multiple of 5, he will keep going while pointedly ignoring the effect of Neil's morning voice on him.

Today, he'd reached 31 by the time Neil was waking up.

Neil's eyelids flew open, found Andrew, then relaxed, like every morning.

32...

Neil's chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath that sounded more like a fulfilled sigh.

33...

the morning sun bounced off Andrew right into Neil's eyes, making their blue impossibly lighter. His skin creased around their edges as he sleepily smiled at him and said "Hi."

...

34...

Andrew watched Neil's pupils change size and adjust to the light as he slowly blinked, unmoving.

35.

"Hi," Andrew finally responded.

It was only then that Neil sat up and stretched his arms, energy beginning to buzz under his skin as soon as he was up. Andrew didn't thin about how Neil knew not to get up in the morning until Andrew responded. Andrew didn't think that despite Neil's early stock of energy, he stayed still until Andrew greeted him, until he was done with his morning ritual that he had never told Neil about.

He saw his brain branching into two paths: the mortifying ordeal of being know, and the rewards of having someone who cares. He didn't have to think long about it, because Andrew knew that when it came down to Neil, the latter always won.

He mirrored Neil's position and they exchanged breakfast suggestions in quiet morning voices.

#muggy.writes #i love them so much man #i love angst #but sometimes i gotta balance it out with fluff too #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #aftg #aftg andrew #aftg neil #kevin day #the foxhole court #all for the game

[httpdwaekki]

migraine | c.m.m.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader, platonic!anika kayoko x fem!reader

summary: you have a migraine but ur pretty boy is there to help u through it.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: v self indulgent, mentions of nudity (nothing sexual), cheesy, hella pet names, probably too long for the concept LMAO

additional notes: hi ! i’m trying to get back into writing so i’m a little rusty. please feel free to send me chad and scream requests just no smut pls. i hope u guys enjoy and let me know how you like it! also just fair warning this is super self indulgent because i get so many migraines and it’s very cheesy lol.

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p.s. if u get migraines get a gel migraine cap from amazon, absolute game changer, okay love u bye <3

*gif is not mine! credits to the owner!*

you wanted nothing more than the curl up in your comfy bed, in your dark room, and let the stabbing pain in your skull run its course. but you were not so lucky, you had class and then a study session with chad, so you had to suck it up a bit longer.

you had migraines all the time though so you were used to just powering through them. your film studies class ended and you realized you spent the whole class trying to relieve the pressure in your head and not actually taking notes. you sighed, shoving your books and laptop into your bag, figuring you’ll just ask anika for them to copy. you walked out of your film studies class with anika, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

‘hey ani, can i borrow your notes later? i kinda zoned out and didn’t get to finish mine.” you asked, glancing at her. “for sure! you okay? you seem like, i don’t know, not yourself.” your heart warmed at your friend’s concern. “i’m okay, just a little tired.” you reassured her. she stops, grabbing your arm, making you stop as well.

“babe, i’ve known you since high school, i’ve seen you after all-nighters, this is not you just being tired.” you sigh, looking away. “what’s really going on?” she said bumping your arm. “ i have a migraine, but before you go all mama bear on me, i have it under control.” you smile brightly at her but she’s still not convinced.

“i’m fine, I promise! i just need to eat and get some medicine and i’ll be fine.” she gives you one last look before responding, “okay fine but you better use your gel cap when you get back from studying with chad.” you rolled your eyes, “okay mom, i will.” she smiled, sticking her tongue out before looping her arm through your’s. you giggled, walking out of the building, finding the twins standing next to a bench waiting for their favorite girls.

anika runs off and launches herself at the shorter twin, while chad smiles, walking up to you. he kisses your cheek, and wraps his arms around you, which you gladly return. “hi angel.” he says in your ear.

“hi bub.” you mumbled, kissing kissing his jaw before resting your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief. he leans down, kissing your temple, before pulling away slightly.

he takes a moment to examine your face, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes and the slight twist of pain, you thought you were hiding so well. “everything okay?” he asks, concerned. you smile slightly a nod. “just a small headache, nothing to worry about.” you reassure him.

“do you wanna just go home and relax then? we can watch a movie or something, we don’t have to study.” he asked, slightly concerned. “no i’m okay, i just need to eat and i’ll be fine.” you smiled again. “she’s lying, she has a migraine.” anika yelled. you peered around chad, giving her a pointed look. “hey, if you’re not gonna take care of yourself, someone has to.” she shrugged. “i hate you, you know that.” you yelled back, before wincing, at the pressure in your head. “ that’s called karma.” you rolled your eyes before meeting the look of an unimpressed chad.

“babe, we can always study another time.” you felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. “i don’t want you to miss out on studying just because i have some stupid headache.” you reply, looking down, refusing to meet his eyes. “hey,” he said softly, hooking a finger under your chin. “we can study another time, but you being in pain is so much more important, okay?” you nodded, “okay, i’m sorry.” he nodded before wrapping his arms around you again.

you both stayed there for a moment, pulling apart as anika and mindy walked up. ”i’m gonna go over mindy’s, you gonna be okay by yourself?” anika asks. you nodded, giving her a small smile. “yeah i’ll be good, i’ll take medicine and put my cap on and lay down.” she smiled, content with your answer before pulling you in for a hug. “please take care of our girl.” she says looking to chad. he chuckles before nodding, while you give her another glare. “okay, thank you, bye mom.” you tease as she smirks before pulling away. “bye minds, love you guys.” you wave as the two girls walking away, shouting their own byes and love yous.

you turn back to the pretty boy next to you as he grabs your hand, heading to the direction of your apartment. “do you wanna stop for food or do you have some at home?” he asked. “ we should probably stop because i don’t think we have anything and i’ll probably pass out as soon as i lay down.” he nods before taking a detour to get some food. you both place your orders to go before sitting down at a booth to wait. you drop your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. “you doing okay pretty girl?” he asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

you nod. “this pressure is starting to get to me is all.” he placed a kiss on your head, “i know, we’ll be home soon and i’ll grab your medicine and gel cap and we’ll eat really quick and then get some sleep, okay?” you nodded again as your name was called to grab your orders. you thanked the girl before starting back to your apartment. the walk back to your apartment felt longer than it was simply because of the amount of pressure building up in your skull.

the two of you walked into your apartment, chad goes off into your room as you set the food on the counter. you throw your bag down before turning on the kitchen light. you lean against the counter, closing your eyes and holding your breath, hoping the pressure will go away. with almost poetic irony the pressure worsened, making you let out a whimper, catching chad’s attention. he comes up next to you, turning off the light, moving an arm to move in front of you. his hands move to your cheeks lifting your head, catching a glimpse of the tears that have made their way down your cheeks.

“oh angel.” he coos, causing more tears to fall. “it hurts so bad, i just want it to stop.” you cry. he immediately pulls you against him,wrapping himself around you, as if to protect you. “i know my angel, i’m sorry.” he coos, kissing the crown of your head. “ try to breathe, take a deep breath, okay? just like this, okay?” he says before taking a deep breath. you try to follow, the first one coming out as a shudder but getting stronger the more you do it. “good job baby, just like that, you’re doing so good angel.” he praises. you take a few more deep breaths before you feel him move causing you to whine.

“i’m just gonna pick you up and bring you to your room okay?” you nod before feeling him grab your thighs, to lift you. “ doing so good angel, i’m gonna sit you down on the bed and grab you some clothes to change into okay?” you nod once more before he sets you down, kissing your temples before walking to your closet. you watch him grab some shorts and one of his shirts. “do you want help changing?” he asks quietly. you nod, “please.” you whispered. “alright, lift up your arms pretty girl.” he said, tapping your arm. you lift up your arms before you feel him grab the edge of your shirt, pulling it off.

“i’m gonna take your bra off too, is that okay?” he asked, pausing his movements, looking at you. you nod again, dropping your arms, as he reaches behind you, undoing the clasp and pulling the straps down your arms before throwing it in your hamper. he kisses both shoulders before slipping the shirt over your head, letting you slip your arms through. “i love you, my beautiful girl.” he says, kissing you, causing a small smile to grace your lips. “i love you too.” you whisper back, he smiles before handing you the shorts.

“i’m gonna grab your food and cap, i’ll be right back.” you nodded watching him walk out of the room before shimming out of your jeans and slipping on your shorts. you carefully move, grabbing the blanket under you, tucking yourself in. you laid there for a moment, feeling yourself drift off before chad re-enters your room with a tray of everything to help you feel better. “thank you, for everything, you didn’t have to do this.” you say sitting up, grabbing the tray. “you don’t have to thank me, i’m here for you always, the good and the bad.” he said, placing a hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing it slightly.

“eat a bit and i’m gonna go get changed and grab your pills from the medicine cabinet, okay?” he said, giving your leg a reassuring squeeze. you nod before opening your mac n cheese and grabbing a scoop. he smiles before getting up and walking into your bathroom. as you’re eating you take a look around your room noticing he put your lights on the lowest setting giving you enough light to see but not enough to worsen the pain in your head. you also noticed the stuffed cat he bought you that usually stays on your desk was sitting next to you. you could’ve cried right there, what did you do to deserve him? you must’ve done something seriously great in a past life to deserve him because you’ve never met anyone as kind and loving as him.

he walked out of your bathroom, causing you to look over to him. he didn’t have a shirt on and was wearing some sweatpants he left at your apartment. “what the hell did i do to deserve you?” you said quietly. he smiled before sitting on the edge of your bed, putting his hand back on your thigh. “you deserve everything and more my angel.” he responded, still smiling. he holds out his hand, handing you your medicine, you grab them, and your water bottle before taking the pills. you both sat there in silence while you both ate, once you both finished you put your cap on, and chad grabbed the tray bringing everything back into the kitchen.

you grabbed the stuffed cat before settling back into your blankets, you feel yourself drifting off when you felt the bed dip beside you. you waited for him to get under the blanket and lay down before moving to lay against him, with your head on his chest. with your one hand resting on his abdomen, you started stroking it slightly with your thumb, almost soothing yourself before placing a light kiss above his heart, as a thank you. the last thing you remember is him placing one last kiss on the top of your head before your body completely relaxed, drifting off to sleep.

i hope you all enjoyed! i know this was probably a little long for the concept but i really liked it, i’ll probably edited it a bit tomorrow but i really liked how it came out! let me know know what you guys think! don’t forget to drink water, and take ur meds, love u!

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #scream #scream imagine #scream 6 #scream 6 imagine

[bugflies00]

i have thoughts about height headcanons

cwilbur is very tall, naturally, not as much as some of the otherworldly beings on the server like cranboo or cfoolish, but still in the 2m range (6’6). he’s a very ‘leaning’ guy: he leans in doorways, he slouches over sofas, he drapes himself over chairs. like a cat, his dad used to say. his posture also varies a lot. on one hand, like many other aspects of himself, he’s learned to control it (though not totally) and turn it into a performance when he needs it. so for eg, when he’d give a speech or something in lmanberg, his posture was impeccable. but like the rest of his performances, its exhausting and nowhere from perfect; so the moment people’s gazes were turned away from him, he’d slouch under the pressure and lose a couple inches. in pogtopia he had really bad back problems from constantly hunching over on himself and sleeping (or trying to) curled up in a ball on a hard bed, but he doesnt care nearly enough to make any effort to fix it. in general when he’s feeling insecure in front of other people he’ll use his height to his advantage to try and gain back any semblance of control over the situation. revivebur also does this sometimes so he looks more like his old self, the one people looked up to (metaphorically and physically). he feels like hes playing the part of the old wilbur, and after all he’s a performer who puts his all into his acting, including his posture. when hes with tommy, he does the same- both to keep up his ‘performance’ of the big brother he idolised, and also just to piss tommy off, even slightly. but interestingly, he doesnt do that with quackity. you’d think he’d take every opportunity to loom over his rival, make himself look superior in every way possible, but no. he doesnt slouch, either. he leans towards him. hes so enraptured by their dynamic and their fighting that even his body subconsciously turns towards what is making it feel so alive. he doesnt drop the act, of course not, everything about quackity and him is about façades and masks and playing with them, but his body betrays him. and when quackity snaps back that he never thinks of him at all, his shoulders hunch in before he can stop them. he’s always prided himself on being an actor, in his ability to control himself and his reactions, but his mask slips sometimes, and quackity seems to be the one most often the reason for it.

ctommy is also tall, especially for his age, but not as tall as cctommy. he’s more in the 1m75-1m80 range (5’9-5’10), cause at 17 he hasnt reached his adult height yet. at the start of lmanberg he was like. 1m68 (5’5) and he hit a big growth spurt at the start of season 2. by the end of exile, he’d gained about 10cm but he was so hunched over that you could barely tell. he also has a perpetual slouch, but for the most part, its less one of insecurity like wilbur, and more of a regular teenage slouch. he just cant be bothered about his posture. people tell him he’ll get back problems and he tells them to fuck off (he keeps quiet the fact that he already does. his back aches and so do his hands and his joints when he’s cold and his whole body hurts after revival. but he’s used to it.)

ctubbos short. im talking, 1m55-1m60 (5’1-5’2). and he does not give a shit. he’s felt powerless at times in his life, but it was never because of his height- it was his age, his lack of defenses, his situation. but he grew up with tommy who was always at least a head or two taller than him, so he has no problem whatsoever standing his ground in conversations with people sometimes several feet taller than him. when he and tommy were kids, they lived off scraps of food they stole from farms or markets; tubbo would always be the one they sent in to grab a loaf of bread from under the baker’s eyes, because he was so small with big hazel eyes that people naturally trusted him (more than tommy, who despite his similarly big blue eyes, already looked like a little shit). in snowchester he built a little wood ladder that he says is to switch the lightbulbs, but he mainly uses it to reach up and fluff up ranboos hair to piss him off.

cquackity is also short, though less (1m68 - 5’6) but unlike tubbo, it bothers him. not every day, but sometimes it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and a twist in his guts when people loom over him. it reminds him too much of that part of his life he doesnt like to think about, where he felt utterly powerless, where his body was source of constant jests and mocking remarks, where a figure with horns perpetually loomed over him, with a hand gripping his waist. he tells himself he’s over it, he doesn’t give a shit about schlatt or his words anymore, but he still gets antsy when someone has that kind of physical superiority over him. he hates not being in control, being made to feel lesser than, and height, while superficial and inconsequential to some, is one of those things he’ll never be able to control. with wilbur, he can’t help but notice the difference. when they’re arguing, he feels exasperation, fury, amusement, disdain (excitement), but never anxiety. for all his threats and big talk, wilbur doesnt loom over him like schlatt did. doesnt use that against him - though he perfectly could, its not like they’re above low blows like that. but he never does, like he somehow knows, and quackity tries very hard not to think about that.

cranboo is 7 feet tall and wears demonias.

#sorry for the whiplash and also for being insane about ctntduo again #alex.rambles.txt #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!quackity #c!ranboo #c!tntduo #mcyt

[gabessquishytum]

It's AU time

Morpheus is the emperor and very workaholic and never takes time out for any of the entertainments that are provided to his people. So his sister draaaaaags him to the Colosseum because there's a gladiator that's just So Good, you have to see him. Just works the crowd like crazy and is mad talented at taking down any opponent they throw at him. People are saying that death with not touch him, he's that good. They just captured him at the edge of the empire way up by Hadrian's Wall.

And Dream allows himself to be hauled along with her and he's mostly making mental notes of what needs repairs or things that could be improved on and he's totally ignoring the early matches because he just does not care. It makes his people happy, so he supports the gladiator fights, but it's just not his thing.

And then Hob comes out and he slowly gets more pulled in and by the end of it he's actively engaged in the fight and throws him a purse of gold. Because he just feels compelled because this warrior is dressed in woman in a video game levels of skimpy armor and he's covered in blood and sweat and hair and part of Morpheus just wants to bury his face in that chest rug while he buries his cock in his arse.

And Hob just looks up and winks and has the audacity to talk to him directly to tell him that if he comes back tomorrow he'll dedicate his battle to him. So Morpheus is flustered by that, but he doesn't let the guards haul him off for his imprudence and just gets up and leaves.

But he does go back. For the whole rest of the week. Throwing his new favourite trinkets and gold when he wins. Eventually he has him brought to the palace and makes him his personal guard. He'll be expected to stay by his side at all times and do anything his emperor asks of him, oh and he should go ahead and keep wearing the skimpy armor. Or maybe even less.

Bonus if the Corinthian, leader of the palace guards gets into a rivalry with him about Morpheus.

I vibe with this so hard!!! Hell yeah!!!!!! Sexy Gladiator Hob!!!!!

Internally I'm like don't mention the gladiator piss thing, don't mention the gladiator piss - I need you all to know I'm holding myself back SO much right now.

ANYWAY. Emperor Dream who falls in love with the cheeky, sexy gladiator. He can always use another guard, so Hob becomes Dream’s personal human shield - he's always at his master's side, always protecting him, even at the most intimate moments. They sleep together and Dream takes great pleasure in curling up against Hob’s warm, solid chest. He gets to nose against the soft chest hair just how he wanted to. Hob pretends not to notice - its not his job to have a crush on the literal Emperor, and if he makes a move he could definitely get himself killed. For stress relief he spars with Corinthian and they occasionally take a few moments to have rabid, angry sex. Dream pretends not to know what's going on, but when he takes himself in hand he can't help but imagine Hob bending over for Cori. Spreading his thick thighs, perhaps moaning Dream’s name instead.

It doesn't help that Hob is always in the room when Dream masturbates - it's his job to protect him in his vulnerable moments, of course. Hob pretends not to look, but Dream can feel his eyes. Hob can't stop staring. And one day, Dream’s going to lose his thin grasp on his self control. It's only a matter of time.

#the sandman #dreamling #hobrinthian #nsft

[chaoshoranghae]

Dreamies and curly hair

platonic

Gender neutral

Mark - 

learning progress together 

he absolutely loves your natural hair and would love to know how to take care of it 

he wants to be able to do, at least this for you 

def a long night together 

almost have to show it to him as a presentation 

visuals, step by steps

explaining if your hair needs more protein or moisturizer 

what each product does 

simple lazy day routines 

full wash day routines 

he loves it 

its a major part of who you are and he would love to be able to know about it and help you with it 

especially on days where its a low energy kind of day but you really need to wash it, dw he got your back 

would def say he's not as good at it but would try

def talks to johnny or his older hyungs about it, how interesting and different it is compared to what he knows

would write a song about curly hair or the process, atleast mentions of it 

you finally let him do the process by himself completely alone and later on posts pics "styled by my wonderful hairstylist bf" or "did yall know being an idol is a coverup for being a hairstylist"

he would be showing everyone your post about him 

Renjun - 

hes so into self care that he naturally might know a little about it 

especially when you have damaged hair and are trying to bring your curls back 

he is bringing out all the old chinese methods on hair recovery 

he loves your natural hair so much, will get a little pouty if you straighten it

the entire environment is so relaxing, candles lit, soft music running even him singing 

the vibes are immaculate 

once he knew how good he was at it, you will never touch your own hair again 

at this point its a routine, one of the things he looks forward to 

its intimate, just you and him, he might even give you some back massages, with being bent over doing your hair has it hurting 

or hes so in control you can completely relax and will read a book 

i would trust this guy with my hair 

Jeno 

a lesson learned together 

he's so used to his hair and the stylists doing his hair he never knew this much time, effort and money would go into your hair 

when ever he's shopping and sees a hair product he sends it to you immediately wondering if this would be good to try 

he's so optimistic about it 

he's the reason why you haven't gave up on your curls and permanently straighten it 

try out a new product and completely changed the way your hair looks for the worst 

but hes so motivated 

he relates what you hair needs to like working out and if you need more protein or to cut 

would totally make use of your wash/ style day and take a bunch of pictures 

consistent praises and compliments about how beautiful your hair is 

he wants to cater to his partner and absolutely make her love her hair 

Haechan 

he would bring a binder

step by step yk with his own visuals 

he would gamify it, like him getting good at it is his increasement of level or smth yk 

or he would “upgrade” and its a new hairstyle that he has mastered 

do not talk to him until he was good at it, he would be ready to practice until he had it down 

until you had to explain to him that wetting/washing  your hair everyday isn’t necessary 

he was so sad, you swear he was going to buy a mannequin head to practice on, locked away in your room

you guys go out? he brings up your hair to all of your friends about good and pretty it is, 1) to fish for compliments 2) because he wants you to hear compliments and feel better about your hair

bro is constantly touching it/[playing with it 

he absolutely loves it

always talking about his gfs hair 

he loves doing funky hairstyles for cosplaying or halloween 

hes like mark, telling everyone but he's so annoying about it 

the members have a jar for everytime he brings it up and has to put money in

like bro will not shut 

Jaemin 

bro would have princesscore hairstyle boards for you 

if you weren’t a princess before now you are 

i feel like he already learned before you because that was your hair type and he wanted to impress you or he's just naturally good at??? 

just like jeno he is so encouraging oh my gosh 

he always organizes your products in order 

if he sees your running low he’ll subtly see if you want a replacement or a new product and buy one for you 

he is so delicate with your hair oh my gosh 

no pulling, no tangles, no pain 

if you fallen asleep without braiding it or putting it up in a bonnet dw jaemins got you 

like leave it up to him

he knows your face shape and recommend hairstyles that fit your face shape and ones to avoid 

jaemin = personal stylist 

takes such perfect candids of you and your beautiful hair 

bro even writes little notes about how beautiful you look and how 

like the self hate you have on your hair from years of people telling you to straigten is gone 

bro will take the straightener so it won’t even come to mind 

Chenle 

he’s so 

at random just bulk of hair products coming to your place with no letter or sign 

will never admit that it was him though

a person really got to you about your hair recently and you've straighten it? he’ll do perm his hair so you guys can have “matching curls” 

like how dare you hate on something he loves 

he has absolutely no clue what any product does but he's seen your likes on ig and amazon lists

so he just buys them 

i think he's a little afraid to do it himself tbh 

so you have him do little by little yk 

first the brushing

which oh my gosh, hes just a tad bit rough with it tbh 

he compared your hair to daegals fur… 

which kinda threw you for a loop but realized he meant it in a weird compliment way as he absolutely adores daegal 

like he loves brushing her fur 

not one to trust with my hair though 

Jisung 

this poor boy 

hes allowed to watch and thats it 

like honestly i think the first couple of times he would be so amazed by how the whole process works that 

like he wouldn’t even suggest to help or learn he's just amazed 

but he does wanna help so he can help you out with the process, unlike the other ones who are completely allowed to take over

he's allowed simple processes like brushing hair or wetting it. 

teaching him prayer hands to apply products is a work in process 

he almost thinks of it as like a dance? 

once he learns the new world of curly hair he will be asking everyone about it and if they have curly hair 

he’s asking his hair stylists about it 

it’s a whole new world for him tbh like 

no matter how many times you explained your hair type and if what it needs he will ask again and again

he esp likes wash day where he gets to spend time with you as he helps alittle with your hair and you can ramble about life or he does

Who I would trust with my hair 

Jaemin 

Renjun

Haechan

Jeno

Chenle

Mark

Jisung

i could not decide who would get the binder it was between renjun/haechan/jeno

i tried enough to make them all different yk

#nct #haechan #nct dream #nct haechan #nct drabbles #nct renjun #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jeno #nct jisung #jaemin #jeno #mark #renjun #jisung #chenle #nct mark #nct reactions #nct headcanons

[basilone]

'Glide' and 'deep' for our beloved Buck Cleven? Juno xx

The amount of recalibrating I did to keep this away from the gremlin part of the brain that was cryin' out for smut... 🤣I think this one became a lot of fun in its own right, though! It can sort-of be a companion piece to this one, as we take a closer look at Gale during his interrogation and get some scraps of what his bond with my OC Lottie is like. (And apparently, Gale gets a little belligerent when he's in pain. Who knew. 😂)

Glide / deep

His face hurts. He’s pretty sure there’s a tear in his jacket sleeve. His ankle is screaming murder at him until he sits down in a chair that makes the rest of his body hurt with its rigidity. Blood and cotton are waging a war in his mouth.

Spit it up, Gilly. Her voice dances on the periphery of his being, past the sharp cuts and the dull pain that makes him want to curl up into a ball. Don’t hold that in, ain’t good for ya – and if he focuses just enough, he can feel the brush of her thumb on his chin – never swallow a beatin’, Major, just spit it back out. Put it where it belongs.

He sucks in a breath. Spits blood into the glass.

“That is a waste of a good drink,” says his interrogator. Voice too glacial to be disapproving. Voice too controlled to be much of anything meaningful. “Not a man for alcohol, I take it?”

Gale rolls his head back. Looks down his nose at the too-clean desk. Would smile at the small spatters of blood that escaped the glass if he felt his face could still move that way. He can practically feel the glass splinters in his cheek tremble and burrow deeper with each movement.

I need to get that looked at, he thinks, feeling something giddy swoop through his belly at the inanity of the thought. Benny’s going to have kittens about it. Unsanitary.

Out loud, he rattles a breath into the silence. “Buck Cleven,” he says evenly, trying not to wince at the b’s or e’s his mouth is shaping around. “Major.” He pauses. Lets his rank hang in the silence for a moment. “O-three-nine-nine”– he coughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“Buck? You are not Gale Cleven, Major?”

I haven’t been Gale to anyone in a damn long time, asshole. “Buck,” he asserts.

“We need to know you are who our papers say you are, Major.” That same even voice again. Prick. His knuckles itch. “Are you or are you not Gale Cleven?”

Gilly Gale Cleven of the three-five-oh, his mind sing-songs, and he smiles through the pain. “Buck Cleven, Major,” he says again, focusing on the glint of his interrogator’s glasses. Focusing on the slicked-back hair and the self-serving smirk. Lot would be begging to punch him by now – please, Gilly, lemme at him – and his hand nearly curls into a fist in her absence. “O-three-nine-nine-seven-eight-two.”

“I see.”

You can’t see a goddamn thing because that mustachioed knucklehead of a Führer sticks his hand up your ass and makes you parrot his nonsensical bullshit all goddamn day. Gale disguises his snort of laughter as a cough. Remembers Lot’s drawing from about a week ago – sockpuppet Nazis, painstakingly sketched out while tucked against his side in the crush of a too-busy pub – only because the man sitting in front of him now looks like her drawing come to life.

“Something funny, Major Cleven?”

Gale smiles back. You wouldn’t get it.

“I always like a good joke,” the man continues. “You Americans are very funny sometimes. Are you a funny man, Major?”

If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lot’s laughter play into his ears over the persistent radio static he has not quite managed to shake since the crash. He likes that laugh – full, booming, fearless – almost as much as he likes seeing the scrunch of her nose above her mask. Gilly, stop distractin’ me, she’d admonished, reaching over just to slap his arm. We got a ways to go yet, and you ain’t helpin’.

“No, you are not,” concludes his interrogator, who’s clearly never seen Lot’s eyes sparkle with joy over something Gale said. “You are a more serious man. A good pilot, if these tales of you gliding your plane to a landing without engine are true.” His fingers tap a folder that contains far too many papers. Far too many pictures, too. “A studious man with deep thoughts, aren’t you? We appreciate men like you here in Germany, Major.”

Gale summons the blood in his mouth until his gums feel encased by only cotton. Aims. Spits. The desk, once too-clean, spatters red.

“Buck Cleven,” he says, smiling past the pain, feeling the shards of glass dig deeper and deeper into his skin. “Major.” Knows he’ll stay that, even if he won’t fly again. They should promote Lot next, but she’s bound to do something stupid like wind up in the cell next to his. A ways to go, you and me. “O-three-nine-nine”– he laughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“We do not appreciate difficulties, Major.”

You’re gonna hate Lottie when she gets here. “Buck Cleven,” he repeats. I’ll never be Gale in this country. “Major.” And I’ll make damn sure you don’t forget it. “O.” Where are my men. “Three.” Where is Benny, is he okay. “Nine.” How many others survived the crash. “Nine.” All that paperwork and you still don’t know what matters most in a man’s life. “Seven.” Hope Marge will get word back to base that I’m okay once you let me write her a letter. “Eight.” Like an ouroboros, biting its own tail. “Two.”

His one-fingered salute is the loudest thing in this silence.

#masters of the air #gale cleven #basilonefic #listen I could write this man all day every day

[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

Kinktober - Bull Randleman + size kink

A/N: I’m really pleased with how this one turned out!

Warnings: smut, obviously. Fingering and p in v sex

You knew it was big. Between having surreptitiously eyed his bulge on numerous occasions, and getting to palm him through his pants as he kissed the living daylights out of you, you’d pretty much figured out that Bull had a big dick.

Still, nothing prepared you for when he finally slipped off his pants and underwear and you saw him in all his glory. It was huge. By far the biggest cock you’d ever seen. His tip glistened with precum and he looked oh so painfully hard.

“Jesus.”

“Nope, just me, doll,” Bull chuckled and came back to the bed to hover over you, helping you rid yourself of your own underwear. The scent of Bull’s cigar smoke still lingered in the air, but the erotic smell of your arosal also drifted to your nose as your underwear reached your ankles.

“No way that’ll fit inside me.” You really, really, really wanted Bull to fuck you like his life depended on it. But you were just a bit concerned that he might break you in the process.

Bull picked up on the genuineness of your worry and used one of his thumbs to stroke your cheek. His tenderness took you by surprise, as it always seemed to. “You know we don’t gotta do this, right, doll?” His eyes searched yours for an answer he couldn’t hear as you considered his words.

“I want to, I really do.” You offered a small smile.

“Tell me if you need to stop.” The gentle giant kissed your nose as his hand traced its way up your inner thighs. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered, unable to stifle a moan as Bull’s hand found your pussy. He coated his pointer finger in the slick around your entrance and nudged it inside. He slowly sank it all the way in, before beginning to gently move his finger in and out.

His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze only making you wetter. Clearly it was doing the same for him because you could feel the hardness of his dick against your thigh.

“More. Please.” He obeyed and added a second finger, crooking them inside you in a come hither motion to stimulate your g-spot. Your wetness made lewd sounds against his fingers that only served to push you even quicker towards your orgasm. Bull began to thumb your clit, causing you to hastily throw a hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt not to disturb the sleeping soldiers in the next room.

“Are you close, doll?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. You nodded.

“Cum for me,” his command, plus the feeling of his full weight pressed on top of you as he kissed around your ear was all you needed to fall over the edge into a toe curling, mind numbing orgasm. Bull could feel you clenching his fingers as your pussy spasmed around him, your orgasm spreading through your body and making the outside world disappear.

“Think you can take me now ‘ve loosened you up a little, hmm?” Bull swiped his thumb over your lips as his hand cradled your jaw. You nodded, too lost in a lustful haze to be able to speak coherently.

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” Bull waits for you to nod in response to his question before he finally pushes his tip into you. You gasp as he slowly pushes more of himself into your walls. He began to sweat with the sheer amount of self control he had to deploy in order not to piston himself fully into you - with the way your pussy was gripping his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Shit, don’t go squeezin’ me so much, sweetheart,” Bull grit his teeth as he pressed his face into your neck.

“Can’t help it,” you mumbled as you hooked your legs higher over his hips to give him easier access. “It’s so big.” At that, Bull let out a very unmanly whine.

“You ready for more?” He felt you nod and pressed more of himself into you, as slowly as he could to allow you to adjust to his size. “Alright?” He asked once he was about three quarters of the way in. You nod, open mouthed. Sure, it hurt a little, but you’d never felt anything like it and the pain seemed only to heighten the pleasure.

“Want it all,” your words were already almost slurred from the pleasure, and he hadn’t even begun to thrust yet. You could see hesitation in his face, but you couldn’t resist using your foot to push on his ass and press the rest of himself inside you.

The both of you let out a simultaneous groan and, after giving you a minute to adjust, Bull began to piston himself in and out of you. His thrusts began measured but grew increasingly frenzied as your tight walls squeezed him more and more the closer you got to your climax.

It felt so good to be so full of him, a heady pleasure that rendered you incapable of anything apart from biting his shoulder to muffle your garbled moans. In turn, Bull’s head was buried in the crease of your neck, his moans vibrating against your skin. You were glad you hadn’t given into your fears as Bull’s cock continued to make you feel so deliciously stretched out, and he fucked you stupid.

Please help a writer out and reblog if you enjoyed my work! 💗

#band of brothers #band of brothers fic #band of brothers smut #band of brothers x reader #bull randleman #bull randleman smut #bull randleman x you #bull randleman x reader #bull randleman x female reader #hellitwasyoufirstsergeant #angie writes #angie’s kinktober

[miguels-talons]

Okay, prompt but where Atreus tests out shapeshifting between male and female and he really wants to try makeup like he sees on Freya and he visits her to learn how she does it I would cry

Kratos is supportive in his own quiet way

no shut up cause this idea was so sweet i had to write something... and it got way longer than id been expecting. so here ya'll go!!

(disclaimers: i am on laptop so i can add the read more! also im not genderfluid so i wrote this based off of what i have read about being genderfluid mixed with my own experiences as someone who has struggled with no gender being comfy thing

also i didnt make the one who helped with the makeup be freya mY BAD I FORGOT bout that part of the ask and instead its angrboda now whoops)

Atreus had always wondered what it's like to be a girl, ever since he was younger. He'd ask his mom about it when he was younger, and no matter how much she ever explained to him, he never fully understood it, but by the Norns he wanted to understand. Most days, he was fine, not wondering about it. In fact, it never crossed his mind, and it didn’t matter. The other days, however, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He wanted to feel feminine. He wanted to understand; he wanted to wear dresses and makeup and be called pretty. He wanted to be looked at as a woman, not a man. It is such an odd feeling when this does happen, and he can never control it. He can tell it's more of a… “feminine day”, as he’s started to refer to it as, when he wants to paint his nails and grow his hair so long it nearly trails on the ground behind him like a cape.

He always tried to avoid Father as much as he could when he was younger on those days. Because he always called him “boy”, even on the days Atreus wanted to be a girl and not a boy. He felt bad about it, because Father didn’t know that. But he never knew how to articulate how he was feeling, because he didn’t even understand it.

He still doesn’t as he stares at his reflection in the water now, observing his face, skin itching. It’s a feminine day today, and he wants nothing more than to change his face, his hair and appearance to appear more of a woman…

…Wait a second. He can shapeshift. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He can change his appearance. Normally it’s only between a bear, a wolf and his normal self, but maybe, maybe he could simply change his gender? His sex? 

He’s not sure, but he could certainly give it a try.

Concentrating hard on his face and his appearance in the water’s reflection- the trees of Ironwood as a backdrop- he focuses on that shifting in his gut when he changes form. He screws his eyes shut as his cheeks and forehead begin to burn, eyes stinging. He feels his chest shifting, his hands changing, even his stomach and legs and feet. Then he feels a change in a certain area and his eyes snap open. 

A new face stares back up at him from his reflection.

Instead of his regular face, with its smooth cheeks and curves, his face is much sharper, cheekbones stronger and his eyes much more narrow. His nose has become larger, his eyebrows thicker. His lips are plumper, and his cheeks have darkened with red. His hair is no longer shaved into his trademark style, but is much longer, falling like a curtain around his shoulders and over his wider chest. Some parts of it have curled itself into braids, while most of it flows freely.

He… He almost looks like Mother.

Atreus quickly hops to his feet, and finds that his thighs are thicker, his calves wider. Even his arms, hands and feet have changed, and he looks himself over with awe. 

He really did it. He changed his sex.

And while he looks a lot different in his new female form, he is still distinctively himself. He’s just… more sharp and long angles like his mother rather than his father’s broad and curved muscles. His strength is more obvious in this body, somehow, with his biceps defined and his calves strong.

He can’t stop staring at himself. He’s finally… feminine. He’s not a man. He’s a woman. A beautiful, gorgeous woman that’s not a rugged or handsome man. He feels giddy, and without thinking, he rushes to where he can normally find Angrboda; at her home painting on wood or large sheets of paper.

Sure enough, Atreus finds her there, Fenrir laid down nearby. He runs to her, grinning hugely while waving his hands. Angrboda smiles, looking across at him, “Hey Loki-!” until she suddenly loses her smile, no recognition in her eyes she stares at him. She drops her art supplies, standing defensively as he stops nearby, confused. Fenrir smells her fear and peaks his eyes open, but smells his father’s scent, and so he does not snarl at Loki. Instead, he lays his head back down. “Who the Hel are you?!”

Oh. Right. He’s not as recognizable as this. “Angrboda!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up to show he isn’t aggressive. “It’s me, Loki!”

Angrboda hesitates, tilting her head to the side, eyes squinting as she studies his face. Finally, she relaxes, but her eyebrows stay raised. “Woah,” she says, cupping her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “It is you. You look… different.”

He grins again, flapping his hands at his side to help release some of the energy. “Yeah!” he says, grin somehow doubling as he crosses the rest of the way to stand in front of her. He grabs her hands in his, both slotting together near perfectly. “I shapeshifted into a woman!”

“What? Why?” she demands, and for some reason, she sounds angry. Atreus hesitates, grin faltering at her tone. Why does she sound angry? “That’s disgus-”

“Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone else?” he asks, voice dropping as his words crack. She snaps her mouth shut, frowning at him before she nods in response. He wets his lips, nervous. He’s never told even Sindri or Mimir about his past feminine days. But he knows he can trust Angrboda. He quickly tells her, some of his words crashing together with his nerves. Angrboda listens intently, not looking away from him once, their hands still entwined.

Once he’s finished, she nods. “I completely understand,” she says, and his eyes widen at her admission. “I-” she draws in a breath through her nose, and just as quickly as he’d spoken, she tells him, “When I was born, I was a boy. But I never felt like a boy. So I became a woman. So I am a woman. I just never feel like a boy again unlike you.”

“Really?” Atreus asks, his voice dipping with surprise. When she nods, her eyes filled with tears, he lets out a shaky laugh. “Oh- wow! I never… I never thought there’d be anyone else like me! Or that anyone else would understand.”

Angrboda’s eyes widen with surprise, “You’re- you believe me?” When he nods in response, brows furrowed with confusion, she lets out her breath, “Sorry. No one else has understood. My parents tried to, but my… my grandmother never even tried to.” She throws her arms around him to hug him suddenly, laughing as she does so. “This is amazing, Loki!”

Atreus once more grins and quickly hugs her back, breathing shakily. “It really is, Angrboda!” Then, hesitantly he asks, “Does that… does that mean I can be… referred to as a.. Woman…?” It sounds silly to ask out loud. He was born a boy after all, even if he did change his sex. He’s not like Angrboda, who truly became a woman. He wants to be a boy again… eventually. He doesn’t know when, but he will at some point.

But she merely pulls back, grinning at him brightly. “Of course!” she exclaims with excitement. “You are a woman when you want to be, Loki! And you are a boy when you want to be, too! I’ll do my best to keep up with you.” She hugs him again. “You are… quite pretty.”

In an instant, his- no, her- cheeks burst with heat. She chuckles sheepishly as pulls away shyly. “Aw, thanks,” she says quietly. Angrboda merely giggles at her, and catches one of her hands. 

“I mean it, Loki,” she says earnestly. “You’re really pretty.” Then, she tilts her head to the side, studying Atreus once again. “Want a makeover? I’ve never tried doing someone else’s makeup but-”

“Yes yes yes please!” Atreus shouts quickly, nodding her head eagerly. She grips Angrboda’s hand tightly with her excitement, and Angrboda grins back, tugging her towards her treehouse.

“Right this way then, little lady!” Angrboda says, and Atreus finally realizes that as a girl, she is much shorter than Angrboda. Which isn’t fair, because Mother had been just as tall as Father and they’re both huge. So why is she never huge as a girl or a boy? Makes no sense in her opinion.

“I’m not that short,” she argues, and Angrboda snorts.

“Uh, yeah, you are.”

“Am not!”

“Sure sure. Let’s get you some eyeshadow… What color? Orange to contrast your eyes and match your hair? Or…”

----

Atreus breathes heavily as she approaches her and father’s home, tugging at the color of her armor fitted for her body in this form. Angrboda had helped her make it, because apparently, that’s another of the Giant’s talents. They seem to be endless, and Atreus will never stop loving her for it. 

Years after going on her solo journey, she’s finally returning home. And on a feminine day, no less… At first, she’d been debating on whether to just see her father again as a boy, but Angrboda had been firm in the fact that Atreus should not change herself. Not even for her father. Or anybody, for that matter.

“He loves you,” Angrboda had pointed out one night as they watched the stars together. “Even if he doesn’t really understand it, he’ll try to, and he’ll still love you.” She grinned at him, and he smiled back at her nervously, “Besides, you’ll want to tell him one day. Why not rip the bandage off now?”

Atreus is beginning to regret listening to her. She knows she’s right; Father does love him. He’s proved it time and again, no matter what she has done. Yet it’s still nerve wracking.

“Just act as if nothing has changed,” Angrboda suggested. “I did it with my parents until they asked, and then I answered all of their questions. Helps things be less awkward. Or, it did for us, anyways.”

So that’s what she’s going to do. Act as if nothing is different. She can do that. Hopefully. 

She reaches the entrance to their home and knocks. Quietly at first, before doing so again louder. It takes only a moment for the door to open, revealing her father on the other side. And it takes only a moment longer for Father to recognize him, eyes going wide as he stares down at her.

“Atreus…” Father breathes, disbelief in his tone. Atreus smiles up at him nervously, and scratches the back of her head nervously. She’s still shorter than him… Sure she’s grown, and now stands at the height of his shoulder, but she’d been hoping for more! Maybe as a boy she’s finally at least as tall as him. 

“Hey, Father,” she says, trying to put as much confidence into her voice as possible. “It’s, uh… been a while, huh?”

There are tears in Father’s eyes, and suddenly, he’s reaching through the distance between them. He cups one of Atreus’s cheeks, his touch featherlight, barely brushing against his cheeks. Atreus’s own eyes are beginning to sting. 

“You look just like her,” he whispers, words and voice tight. Her heart stops at the mention of Mother, and a few tears do slip free. Father brushes them away with his thumb, a great pain but love in his eyes. An old, deep pain rooted from the past. “Am I now to call you beautiful?”

Atreus’s eyes widen with shock, and her lips begin to shake as she realizes that Father already understands without her even needing to explain. She sniffles and pushes forward, hugging him tightly. He hugs her back, holding her close and tight.

“Y- yeah,” she says shakily, shoulders slightly shaking. “For today, yeah. Yeah. Beautiful.”

“Then you are beautiful, and I have missed, daughter,” Father mumbles, and Atreus is suddenly tiny again, the tiny child who had been confused by everything but always searching for their father’s approval and understanding. Finally. Finally she knows that he does, and always would have, if only she had, too.

Atreus nods against his chest, fingers digging into the new fur cape Father had sewn.

They are Father and son.

They are Father and daughter.

And they are Father and child.

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rambling bout the mandarin dub of s3 special (part 2)

before i do skedaddle onto more mandarin, i do actually wanna say- grollow has said a few times that they find Porty's sudden appearance very random which i do kinda agree with, but it also makes me think a tad. my three thoughts as to why He poked his head out are so far this: 1. shameless fanservice, as Porty is prolly the most liked Xiaotian clone 2. the crew needed a hype man more than anything to go thru their plan, so Xiaotian summoned Porty cuz das basically all that the clone does, did while he stayed and literally self-destructed the moment danger showed up instead of helpin 3. as per ar-blackshaw's and sketching-shark's theory convo, Porty has been alikened to Six Ear in the theory that Six is a clone of Sun Wukong's. Six is on the team now! Why not bring in the new generation of version of him in as well, yanno! sounds like a fun lore poke for the fandom ✨

Him Mouth... BUT ALSO he doesn't say "C'MOOOON" in the mandarin one which means he just Makes Noises n those are always fuckin PEAK up in this bitch, shit's fuckin hilarious

someone else pointed this out on twitter before i did a "try to understand now" rewatch actually, but SWK here calls Xiaotian "my little hero" which like fuck my heart, i guess

there's this tiny little quick inhale n exhale from Six Ear here and it fuckin Kills me

still not over Six Ear pullin THAT shit outta him chest n still not over Sun Wukong just BLASTIN that shit outta his hand like that, everytime i hear the fuckin sound effect of him shootin the energy i just go "Jaysus Fuck" like its so strong compared to Six Ear's wimpy ass weak sauce bullshit of a shadow emo energy stream it takes me out without fail, that thing could be aliken to a damb Spaceship Take Off

two things: 1. instead of "monkey" she only calls Xiaotian "little hero", for those wondering 2. her mandarin "no. it's pain/suffering." actually sounds so Tired and Pained- the no especially makes me think that at this point she's as far as struggling to get any words out

THIS MANS SAYS SHIIIIIIFU SO FUCKIN SMUGLY N BITCHY IM GON BITE HIS MINERAL ASS GO OFF KING

so mandarin Six Ear is known especially to me to have a VERY steady voice. he's incredibly calm almost thru fuckin Everything, including this special. his voice never rises up- it's almost as if he was stuck in a suave manipulative threat mode constantly

Except This One Fucking Time.

THIS interaction is what BREAKS his calm demeanor after ALL the seasons- he did NOT go squeaky in his debut episode (not countin the trainin sesh cuz that was more like choked up/running out of breath), he did NOT go squeaky upon recounting the events that build him up into what he is, he did NOT go squeaky over bein abducted by the not-mayor, basically enslaved by the White Bone Spirit and later on INFUSED with the bone demon's powers, no.

what fuckin breaks him is bein compared to the one person he was presumably created from. (very tempted to say sib culture wins here)

i was quite a tad worried at first that the mandarin dub would end up not giving SWK the emotional weak moments because the voice acting when he breaks out of WBS's control n thanks Xiaotian did not have the same shaky hit to it like the og english version had

i was... pleasantly surprised at the same time as distraught over how small and... Weak and lost THE Great Sage sounds when he gives his apology to his kid, though

he is So genuinely sorry. it hurts him that he hurt his little hero

after Xiaotian makes his joke with the noodles, he sounds close to tears. first he panics over being misunderstood, he stumbles thru his words and then he curls up, voice stretched out in a way that makes me think of my own before i cry. and then his words fade out in a raspy sigh

and it is still Weak and Raspy and charmingly Imperfect in the last sentences we hear from Sun Wukong

#Spot says stuff #lmk #man... swk's apology scene actually made me tear up n smile at the same time- made my heart warm and made me feel comforted #i fuckin love this dub so much #its kinda funny too i was worryin lately bout me fuckin up six ears characterization in ft n now this came out n im like -dabs- Sick- #-Im Still In My Lane