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Week 7 - It’s just a cold, Izu!

Summary: Midoriya can’t handle his love ones being sick and Y/N can’t handle Izuku when he’s freaking out for no reason. The duo has their first proper fight but Mama Katsuki and Auntie Inko are here to help.

Warnings: Swear words, a bit of angst, Y/N has a cold.

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Things went back to the good old ways after all the drama during the camp; Midoriya worked a full week without a single day off, you worked your ass off on your commissions to have some money to buy the latest hero merch, All Meowth continued to get fatter and fatter so you decided to alter his fancy ass feeder but even though Midoriya isn’t home at all he somehow still manages to change the settings back in those 5 fucking hours he’s home. It’s a pain.

Sometimes, Midoriya manages to get into his bed. Sometimes, he just sleeps on the sofa. And sometimes, more often than not, he just curls on himself by the end of your bed like a little stray cat and sleeps for a few hours, not even changing into his pajamas which usually ends up with you changing your bedding after finding mud or blood - or whatever pro hero Deku decided to roll himself into during his mission - on your sheets. Thankfully, Izuku has a super high tech washing machine x dryer combo with a built-in washing detergent and fabric softener dispenser, so the only work you need to do is fold it and put it away. That doesn’t make changing the sheets less annoying though. You might need to ask Midoriya if there’s a device for that too.

Are you bothered by Midoriya sleeping by your feet like a fucking dog? Yes.

Would you rather have him sleep like a normal human being, snuggled into your back cozily? Yes.

Will you ever tell him that? Probably no.

Well, listen. Things might be back to normal but your feelings are not. It’s nearly impossible for you to sleep on the days he decides to sleep in your room. He also mumbles a lot before he actually falls asleep, his mutters usually consist of him saying sorry and talking about consent and about his terrible day and you do respond, especially when he starts beating himself up for doing “the wrong thing” but you are quite sure he thinks it’s his mind speaking back to him in your voice by the way he just ignores them.

For your surprise, after his fifth day of working non-stop Midoriya actually manages to come home on time; and by “on time” you mean 8PM instead of the usual 2AM. You look at the poor guy like you’ve seen a ghost.

“What? I mean what are you doing here? I mean, you live here but… Are you hurt? Did something happen? Izuku, are you an apparition?” Your voice sounds really raspy compared to your usual sound but you blame it on not speaking for 5 days. “Oh, maybe you are just that holographic thingy you have in your bracelet.” You move towards the ghost by the entrance, grabbing his beautifully sculpted bicep to prove your point. Oh. “You are here. Wow.” You snicker awkwardly, giving his bicep another squish because… well… you fucking can.

“Sweet Pea, are you okay? You act a little bit weird and I’m not talking about the part where you squished my arms, twice, but… you don’t really sound coherent?”

“Nah, I’m all fine!” You laugh like a maniac, waving your hands in front of you so aggressively you almost knock one of Izuku’s ‘welcome figurines’ off the shoe cabinet.

Yes, you guys have a bunch of figurines by the entrance to welcome the guest, mostly of the Deku squad so they feel loved and cherished. “I’m peachy.” You try to laugh but your face contorts into something extremely unappealing right before you sneeze and headbutt the door frame. “Ahh, allergies.”

Okay, you have a confession to make…

You’ve been feeling under the weather for a while now. You were okay when you came back home, but on the third day, your throat got a bit itchy and your mind a bit fuzzy. That didn’t stop you from working through the whole day, drawing, cooking, taking care of the laundry and the garden and trying your best to scrub out the blood of Izuku’s dirty clothes which probably didn’t help with your worsening condition.

It’s really not that bad though. Back when you had a job you went in to work when you were sick with no problem at all. It’s really not the end of the world…

… for you.

Apparently, it is the end of the world for the hero in front you.

“I’m calling the hospital, Sweet Pea! Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me you’re feeling unwell, you could have died! Oh my god.” Midoriya freaks out completely. He throws all his stuff on the floor with a loud bang and comes closer to you, his palms on your forehead in only a millisecond.

“Izu come on, let’s watch a movie, I want to snuggle up! I haven’t seen you for 5 days! Also, stop bleeding over my bedsheets I had to change them three times this week! Just put on a bandaid or sleep without your clothes! Wait… no… don’t sleep in my bed without your clothes on, you might set my sheets on fire with your hot ass.”

Shut. Up. For the love of god, just shut up.

“Oh my god, you are burning up.” Midoriya declares, ignoring your rambles. Well, thank fuck for that.

“Aww, thank you!”

“No… I mean yes, but no, you have fever! It’s really dangerous to have a fever, Y/N!” He reprimands with tears pooling in his beautiful eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

“Says the guy whose life is literally in danger 14 hours a day. Come on now, change into your pj’s!” You try to pull the hero in by grabbing his hand on your forehead, but he doesn’t move.

Midoriya is having a meltdown. Internally. And externally as he can’t stop muttering. He drops on his knees right in front of you, hugs your legs and just mutters and mutters and mutters…

“It’s just a cold, love.” You kneel in front of him to swipe your fingers underneath his teary eyes to dry the skin. “Do heroes not get cold?”

“I should have realized something’s wrong, but your snores were so cute…”

“My what?!” You yell, trying your best not to cough all over the hero afterwards.

“You snored a bit yesterday. It’s was so adorable. I should have known you are getting sick. You never snore.”

The fact that he knows that makes you wonder how many times he ended up in your room without your knowledge and you should probably be concerned, but this is Mr. Green flag. He might not know the word ‘personal space’ but he can’t even hurt a fly. Literally.

You wanted to buy a Venus flytrap and Deku started crying because the plant is carnivorous and it would kill the flies around the house. You really had to stop yourself from telling him about where meat comes from. If Izuku would take a few seconds to think about that he would go vegan in a heartbeat.

Wait, how did you end up on this topic?

Also, why are you flying right now? Oh, Midoriya is taking you to your bed.

“Izu, I don’t want to sleep! I want to watch something!”

“You are going to bed and I’m going to get a bucket of water and a sponge. Then I’m going to the conbini to buy you medicine then I’ll cry in the shower.”

“Izu, you are overreacting.” You sigh. Yes, you do feel a bit weird but it’s really not that bad. This drama is uncalled for.

“Okay, I’m calling the ambulance.” Deku puts you down on your bed and gets his phone out to actually make a call. You really want to fangirl over the fact that his background is one of the pictures the gang took while camping and you are also on the picture but even with a high fever, you know that’s not the priority right now.

“Okay, okay, Izu, stop! Just.. whatever. Do whatever you want.” You give in, not even moving to get under your sheets. You can’t believe he came home sooner to be with you and you ended up like this.

“What about watching Netflix on your computer when your fever breaks?” Izuku asks, his hands caressing your forehead.

“Snuggles?”

“Snuggles.” Izuku smiles, tugging a stray hair behind your ears.

“Okay.”

~•🥦•~

Izuku really goes above and beyond to take care of you. He sponges your skin with tepid water to help the fever to go down, tugs you in like a baby so you can rest comfortably while he runs outside to find something for you to take. He comes back with a bag full of random stuff; there is a nose and throat spray, cold medicine - the super high end one you could never afford - throat sweets, vitamin C, pre-cut fruits and easy to eat stuff, Orange juice and a Deku plushie.

“I missed you.” You murmur as Izuku puts the stuff on a big tray and puts it on the bed.

“Have you eaten today?” Midoriya grumbles and you really hate the way he ignores you completely.

“Don’t be like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Let me take care of you first, okay? Then I’ll be back to normal.”

“Gimme’ the Deku doll.” You command. Deku’s eyebrows rise at that.

“Excuse me? That’s for when I’m gone to patrol.” Deku reprimands, his eyes full of that weird kind of darkness again.

“Are you jealous of yourself, Izu-Izu?” You say mockingly.

“You know what, princess? You are not getting it. Nope. You’ve messed up.” Midoriya pouts while pointing his nose towards the ceiling offendedly.

“Give him to me, I’m a sick woman!” You move yourself up from the bed, aggressively trying to take the doll from Izuku. You manage to grab the poor fluffy thing so you yank it towards you but the hero comes with it; he ends up on top of you, giggling and laughing while you struggle to breathe. Midoriya pulls himself up to let you take a deep breath and you can’t help but look at his pretty and tired face up close; his eyes are shining in that weird way they usually do when you are around, gaze full of fondness and something else you can’t put your hands on; you look at his freckles and start counting them but there’s so many thanks to the sunny weather… at last, you look at his lips which you kissed by accident the other day.

Talking about that little accident…

“What if you get sick?”

“Why would I?” Midoriya smiles.

“I… we… kissed… on the peak. By accident.” You mumble nervously.

“Could you not say that right after you stared at my face for a whole minute, Sweets?”

“But staring at your face for a whole minute made me remember it.” You mumble like it’s common sense.

“You don’t have a filter when you have a fever, do you?” Midoriya giggles, but his shyness wins; he moves to the end of the bed, his face hidden in his hands awkwardly while his shoulders move with the laughter. After a few seconds, his tone changes into a serious one. “We barely get sick.” Midoriya admits. “We are always on edge, ready to fight. We are stubborn bastards who don’t let themself rest for long enough to be able to get sick.” Deku smiles into the nothingness with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“We should go on a holiday, Izu. To America, where All Might studied.” You sigh. “We could go to see his school, that famous street where he first debuted. Geeky stuff like that.”

“Sounds like a dream, Sweets.” Deku smiles for real this time and you really want to daydream a bit more but somehow you’re incapable of words; the sleep takes you without a warning and the world goes black.

You wake up after a few hours; it’s still dark outside, but it’s closer to the morning than to the night; or at least that’s what your body clock tells you. Next to you, there is a green mop of hair sprawled out on the second pillow you never use; he’s sleeping next to you but in a safe distance, unlike the other day when you woke up in his arms. You really miss the closeness, you miss everything about those three beautiful days; it’s harder and harder not to point out the elephant in the room and just end this sweet nothing and burn it to pieces for that 1% chance of your feelings being reciprocated. Apparently, Izuku is a vigilant sleeper; when a tiny sigh leaves your mouth he opens his eyes; without a single word he puts his palm on your forehead and starts his usual freak out session.

Honestly, this joke is getting old.

“Izu, stop freaking out, I’m actually feeling okay. My fever broke hours ago.” You stare at your shaking roomie with disappointment. “I’m literally tucked into 3 different comforters, of course I’m burning up. I’m quite sure I fell asleep in one, so why do I look like a burrito now?” You try your best to get out of the hellishly hot covers but Izuku looks at you with those freaking puppy eyes; he literally looks like a puppy who just peed on the carpet and feels bad about it. He’s the definition of a baby golden retriever.

“Let me get the sponge at least!” He murmurs almost silently with a little pout on his face. Adorable.

“Izu…”

“What about a lukewarm bath?” Midoriya pushes but you roll your eyes. “I’ll help you.”

This guy is ridiculous.

“You wish.” You snap back with a red face and if you wouldn’t be so ashamed you would have heard the almost silent “I do” murmured into his pillow.

“What did you say?”

“I said I need to go to work.” Midoriya grumbles, his sleepy voice more deep than usual. Oh no…

“Izu, are you grumpy right now?” You giggle and Midoriya really doesn’t appreciate that; he looks at you with an offended gaze. “Did you wanna have a lovely bubble bath with me and wash my back like you wanted in the camp?” You full on laugh now which ends up with you coughing a bit, which as per usual makes the greenette freak out for a good moment but after he checks your vitals and decides you are not about to die from a single cough, his angry pout is back.

“Shut up and take your Deku.” Midoriya tries to throw the stuffed version of himself to you and it lands on your face as your reflexes aren’t really good in your condition; you might feel better but there is definitely a long way until you can go back to your usual self. “Don’t make fun of me, I’ve grown up in a really loving and really touchy family. Once I tried to wash Kirishima’s back in the river and almost got Howitzer Impacted into the moon.” Midoriya admits and you burst out laughing.

“You did not…”

“I fucking did and he fucking let me. It almost cost my life.”

“Wow, you swear so much on this lovely morning.” You grin menacingly. “Did you not sleep well in MY BED?” You try your best to tease him flirtatiously; Midoriya was right, you have no filter when you’re sick. Oh well.

“You snored so much I couldn’t sleep well!” Izuku sticks his tongue out and you can’t believe his audacity.

“You cheeky little bitch, get out!” You whine and your green companion snickers as he leaves your room to get ready for his day. He comes back after a while in a full setup with a steaming cup of noodles in his hands.

“Eat this and take your medicine. Only leave the room if you really need to. Send me a message every hour if you don’t want me to jump in through the window which I will leave open just in case.” Midoriya mumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.

“We have a door you can use, I hope you know that.” You try to deadpan but your mouth doesn’t want to cooperate.

“Let me be extra, okay?!” The move Izuku made with his hands really makes you question his sexuality.

“I didn’t know you can be so sassy, Izu-Izu, I kinda like that.”

“Say that when there’s no snot dripping from your nose and I might get a little bit turned on.” Izuku fucking WINKS at you and leaves like the sassy bitch he is.

So let’s take a deep breath and think about the fact that Deku openly flirted with you, even though you look like you were just hit by a truck.

… and now freak the fuck out.

Yes, that will definitely help you to get better.

~•🥦•~

Well, Deku wasn’t joking when he said you need to message him every hour. If you were even a minute late, you woke up to a green blob staring at you from your window like a creep. It was kind of funny until you realized how dangerous this whole situation is; Deku is clearly not concentrating on his job properly which is not just a risk for his own health but to the people of the city as well. You need to do something about this.

“Hey, Katsuki.” You ramble into the phone with a husky voice. “I have a problem.”

“The fuck, freeloader! Are you hurt?! I’m coming over!” Katsuki is about to end the call but you stop him.

“I’m sick, don’t come here. I need your help with Izu.” You sigh. “He’s not concentrating on his work because of me. He’s around the house every hour, he’s absolutely lost it.”

“Fuck. He did that to me too when I was sick. Only happened once but fuck I make sure to eat my fucking vegetables since, he was an absolute emotional mess, crying and yapping by my fucking bed like I’m dying.” Katsuki tenses. “I’ll sort this out, you rest or whatever.” The line goes dead and the silence is back. You send a quick message to Midoriya that you are about to sleep and decide to close your eyes a bit; the sooner you get out of this mess the sooner you get your old roommate back.

~•🥦•~

The next time you open your eyes, Izuku’s sitting at the leg of the bed, hunched over; he looks banged up and really tired but he still smiles at you as you sit up.

“Hey, Sweet Pea.” His voice is rough. Something is not right. Something is…

Dripping. On the bed. From his side.

That’s fucking blood.

Okay, this is it. You are done.

“Midoriya Izuku, you are bleeding! What the fuck are you doing here and why are you not in a hospital?!” You yell but straining your voice probably wasn’t the best idea as you end up having a coughing fit. Midoriya tries to move and help you through it but even the smallest movement makes his breath hitch.

This is not funny anymore. “Why are you doing this?! How am I supposed to get better if all I can think of is you dying on the battlefield because of me?! Huh?! I’m really fucking done, Izuku! I don’t want you here! I want to sleep! I’m calling the hospital!” You cry to him, your eyes full of worry. It breaks your heart to talk to him like that, but he didn’t listen to you when you were nice and if you need to break your own heart to save his life, then so be it.

“I’m sorry, I only looked at my phone for one second…” he tries to explain, but fuck if that doesn’t make you even more angry.

“You looked at your phone in the middle of a fight?! I’m having a cold Midoriya, not a terminal illness that will take me away randomly!”

“Don’t call me that…” Midoriya’s eyes are full of tears and that only makes you cry harder; it’s extremely hard to breathe, your already stuffed nose not letting any air into your lungs. Your door gets smashed in suddenly and you both jump; Midoriya makes a tiny whine from the pain.

“Okay, this shit show ends now.” Bakugou barges in and puts Midoriya on his shoulders like he’s nothing but a sack of potatoes. “Deku, you are going to the hospital.” He grumbles. “Freeloader, you hide that fucking bedsheet before Auntie gets a heart attack when she comes in from the living room.”

“Mum is here?” Midoriya mumbles with a pale face. The weakness of his voice makes you cry again.

“Yes fucker, she’ll take care of your girlfriend while you get your ass treated. You are not going back to work today. We’re going to use your window so she won’t freak out. Now shut the fuck up and chill for the fucks sake, what kind of fucking drama is this anyway? Honestly, you need to get a grip, you fucker! She’s just fucking sick. Stop being an idiot!” Bakugou doesn’t stop talking as he jumps out of the window; you can hear him yelling at the greenette until their silhouettes disappear in the sea of skyscrapers. When you hear the footsteps coming from the living room, you quickly hide the top sheets under the bed.

“I heard a lot of yelling, are you okay?” Mama Midoriya comes in but she stops at the door when she sees your teary face. “Honey, what happened?” Inko runs over to hug you. You try your best to not cry even harder as she embraces you the same way a mother embraces her child.

“He doesn’t have any sense of self preservation, I can’t do this. It’s my fault, everything is my fault…” you bawl like a baby, your words so mumbled she probably can’t understand the half of it.

“Is there something bloody hidden under your bed, honey?” She mumbles into your ear and you freeze; Katsuki went above and beyond to make sure Inko doesn’t see his injured son yet you managed to mess up everything in the first 30 seconds. Well done.

“… N-no?” You stutter but Inko only laughs at that.

“Y/N, I know those two like the back of my hands. I heard yelling then Kacchan disappeared through the window, together with my son. I might be a working class woman but I’m not stupid.” The lady smiles. “I used to cry so much when my boy got injured but it’s the part of the job. I can’t believe they still try to hide this away from me. I was the one who treated Izuku’s wounds in the first few years. I was the one who washed his blood soaked clothes. Honestly, these two boys… they are a handful.”

“It was my fault, I’m sorry…” You try to apologize but Inko puts her hands on your mouth.

“Oh, shush now, Sweet Pea. It’s his own fault for not taking care of himself. He should have called me right away. This isn’t a first time I take care of his friends while he’s on duty. But I guess you are special. He wanted to take care of you himself.” Inko looks at you with a knowing look. “Don’t be too hard on him when he comes back, okay? He’s probably really heartbroken right now. He takes everything so seriously…”

“I yelled at him.” You sniffle. “I yelled at him and told him I don’t want him here. I didn’t mean it…”

“I know, honey. But you thought this is the best you can do to keep him safe. Thank you.” Inko keeps rubbing your back soothingly and the movement makes your sick brain feel super woozy - in a nice way. You could really sleep in Mama Midoriya’s arms. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a minute, honey? Let’s kick this cold in the butt so you two can make up and be happy again, yeah?” The soothing little circles lulls you to sleep really quickly; the next time you wake up it’s the next morning; you are alone in your room, there is water and breakfast ready for you by your bedside and there’s also a little pot of pink flowers sitting next to your pancakes. By the look of it, they were planted really quickly and you must add, really messily but you know these flowers; they are pink kisses, the flowers you made Midoriya buy for the garden when you first moved in. You really want to cry right now.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” Inko comes in with a sleepy face; you really hope she didn’t sleep on the sofa. Knowing Izuku, he probably let his mother sleep in his bed while he crashed on the sofa even though he’s hurt. You want to strangle that man and kiss him senseless, all at the same time.

“Much better, thank you. That disgusting thing with ginger really helped.” You giggle. “How is he?” You ask in a serious tone, worried. The poor guy went out into your garden and dug a flower out of the fucking dirt. He must feel so guilty for everything he’s done and probably has the wrong idea about your feelings as well. You really need to talk to him. As soon as possible.

“He’s okay… right, Izuku?” Inko smiles and suddenly, there is another green head in your view; Izuku looks so tired, his eyes red-rimmed and full of regret.

“Izu…” Things happen really quickly; Izuku is at the door one moment and in your bed in the next; he hugs you like he haven’t seen you for a year, grabbing your shirt anxiously while he buries his head into your neck. “I smell really bad…” you mumble self-consciously, but he only buries his head in deeper.

“I’m so sorry.” He sniffs and you really can’t take this anymore; you embrace the man so tightly he ends up making a little noise of discomfort.

“Ahh, sorry, did I hurt you? You got injured yesterday, I’m so sorry!” You ramble but Izuku only smiles. Inko slowly backs out of the room and closes the door behind her to give you some privacy. Bless that woman.

“I got healed by recovery girl, I’m fine. I’m sorry I made you worry and for being a ‘creepy ass fuck’ as Kacchan has said.” Poor Izuku looks so dejected you can’t help but caress his cheeks to cheer him up.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. You were hurt and I only made it worse for you. Look at your eyes, love, they are so red and puffy…” You barely realize what you’ve just said. It just slipped out without your knowledge. Oh, you really fucked up this time, you really…

“I love the sound of that nickname.” He mutters with a red face. “You are forgiven. You’ll always be forgiven, Sweet Pea.”

“And so will you, Izu.” You mutter back with teary eyes. “Whatever you do, I’ll be here, waiting for you to come home to me again.”

This is the last straw for your poor heart. You are in love with him. You can’t fucking lie to yourself anymore. He’s the most perfect creature you’ve ever met in your life with all his weird habits and stupid shenanigans. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You really need to take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second to not act on your instincts and kiss the man in front of you.

“Promise?” Deku smiles, his pinky lacing together with yours.

“Promise.”

~•🥦•~

After a few days, you feel good as new; at last, you can safely snuggle with your favorite roommate as you two enjoy a movie on this lovely afternoon.

“Hey, Sweet Pea…” Midoriya mumbles shyly. It weirdly sounds like a beginning of a question so you look up at the green haired hero. “So, my mom told me off for not listening to the doctors and getting glasses for home to read and to watch the TV, so… what do you think?”

“About you in glasses? Or about you being an insufferable little bitch about using them?” You grin when Izuku makes that funny squeaky noise he usually does when he’s being bullied.

“Excuse me, first of all, I’m not an insufferable little bitch about it, I just forgot to get my glasses done. Second of all, stop chatting with Kacchan when I’m not around.” Izuku pouts, so you give him a little kiss on his cheek to stop his incoming tantrum.

“You are literally so obsessed with him you have all his merch, is it really a bad thing if I sound like that?” You continue your teasing, because you are an asshole.

“Well, first of all…” Midoriya is about to start ranting but he gets cut off by your loud laugh.

“First of all, stop saying first of all over and over!” You talk back, still snuggled close to him, your hands playing with his fingers in his lap.

Yes, friendzone be damned, you two can’t stop touching each other since the fight, and no, not in that way, obviously, but you can’t lie, it is constant. Good morning kiss on the cheeks, good night kiss on the forehead, a ‘well done’ caress after finishing a commission, ‘thank fuck you are alive’ kiss on Izuku’s shoulder because you can’t reach his face properly without jumping up on him like a monkey, fingers entwining while watching a movie on the sofa, secret sniffs of the other’s skin after a shower… Long story short, it’s bad but neither of you really care at this point.

“I don’t want you to sound like Kacchan, because one is perfectly enough of him. Also, I’m getting those glasses, so if you see a new man sitting on the sofa, please refrain from attacking him with a mop again.” Izuku giggles, reminding you of your second encounter in the living room.

“Nah, I would know it’s you even if you take away all my senses.” You smile with a fond look on your face. You are so fucking obvious it’s actually hilarious.

“That’s highly unlikely, but I’m still fluttered.” Midoriya smiles back with a dorky look.

“Damn, you don’t even have your glasses yet but you already sound like a fucking nerd.”

“That’s it princess, you are going to the naughty jail!” Midoriya giggles and makes a move towards you. You look at him with questioning eyes.

“The wha… oh my god, Izu, stop!” You whine as the hero lands on top of you, viciously tickling you on your super ticklish sides, movie long forgotten. If you two end up staying in this position after tiring yourselves out by playfully fighting on the comfy sofa then falling asleep in each other’s arms, that’s no one’s fucking business.

Fuck, you really do sound like Katsuki these days.

~•🥦•~

EXTRA - A few days before

Deku’s mental health support group

Green oblivious idiot: Even her snores are cute…

Kacchan: Jesus ducking Christ Deku.

Kacchan: ducking

Shitty Hair: 🦆

Kacchan: I ducking hate you all.

Kacchan: Duck’s sake

Green, oblivious idiot: 🦆

Kacchan has left the group.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- This was actually supposed to be a 2 parter but I have so many chapters sitting in my notes I decided to post both of the chapters together haha I hope you enjoyed the little treat!

- The next chapter is my personal favorite one and guys… you are not ready.

- HEY VIETNAMESE FRIENDS, this story is being translated to Vietnamese by the lovely @tlam105! Thank you very much for your hard work! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 CLICK HERE IF YOU WANNA READ IT!!

- Eyy, Izuku has issues, man 😂 Someone needs to give that poor guy a chill pill. I’m really not sure how the heck did he manage to look at his phone during battle though, I’m quite sure he was hiding somewhere and that’s when he took his phone out, not in the middle of an actual battle but that doesn’t make it any better.

- I have a confession to make; I finished this story a few days ago and I’m really emotional right now 😂 the story will end with week 10, BUT! You know me and how much I love this story so there will be a second season! We will see more of Izuku’s weird habits in that one! It will just as fun as the first season was! 🥦 I already finished the new header for it 😂 I really hope you like the ending! (which ain’t an ending but you know what I mean.)

- My boyfriend is cutting onions and I can’t see from the tears so if there’s a mistake in the potato ramble bit I’m sorry I’m literally blind. TMI, I know.

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faggotry-fandom-fanfic · 6 months

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Evening Cuddles

Summary: Sherlock helps his friend fall asleep.

Ship: Sherlock Holmes x masc!reader Word Count: 1070

🔸The reader uses he/him pronouns and is called a man, and the relationship between him and Sherlock is inherently queer.🔸

A/N: It's just fluff based on pure vibes. I wrote it a while ago, rediscovered it recently and rewrote it today! The reader is implied to be Sherlock's roommate. I think/hope he's racially/ethnically ambiguous. Also, the reader is described as taller than Sherlock, but somehow, Sherlock is able to lift him up without any issues?? 😭I don't know, and I don't care to be honest. It's pure vibes, no common sense.

“[Y/N], are you even listening to me? [Y/N]?” Sherlock sighed, irritated at the lack of response from his companion.

Holmes shifted his position to look at the man sitting beside the window.

“[Y/N]?”

When the Detective, once again, didn’t get a response, his frustration went from “mildly annoyed” to “extremely irritated”. It wasn’t exactly in his friend’s character to ignore his pleading for attention. So Sherlock did what any reasonable adult would do in the given situation.

“OUCH!” [H/C]-haired man screamed out when the shoe hit him in the arm. “GOD DAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD!” [Y/N] slurred while rubbing the painful spot. “You’re worse than a five-year-old!”

“I was talking about something important. Something you promised to help with,” Holmes pointed out while walking up to his friend.

The taller man sighed and fell back on the soft pillows. His head was pounding, and his body felt like it was about to perish to dust any second. He was tired, and for some reason, he couldn’t verbalise it to his friend. Building sentences felt like a marathon. His brain refused to use English, forcing him to fight with his sluggish mind just to construct the easiest sentences.

“I know. I’m sorry.” [Y/N] finally mumbled, more or less, towards the dark-haired man beside him.

Sherlock just shook his head and kneeled in front of [Y/N], taking his hands and squeezing them in an attempt to provide some comfort.

“What’s on your mind? You hadn’t been yourself for the past week.”

[Y/N] ignored the question and just silently brought one of the detective's hands to cup his cheek. Silently absorbing the pleasant sensation of Sherlock’s rough fingers brushing against his cheekbones and warmth radiating from his palm. [Y/N] would never admit this, but sometimes he’d kill for more moments like this. Moments filled with silence and gentleness that were almost impossible to find in their life. Sherlock had this almost magical ability to become soft and gentle if he noticed that it was needed, but he never was great at recognising the needs of people around him.

“Just tired. Incredibly tired…” [Y/N] finally muttered while closing his eyes and hiding his face in Holmes’ hand.

“If you want to, we could take a little vacation. We’d stop taking cases for a while. Mycroft has a mansion in the mountains. Maybe fresh air will make you feel better, hm…?” Sherlock spoke softly, seeing how his friend was almost falling asleep in front of him.

“Mhm…”

Only now, when his face was mere inches away from his friend, could he see the mark that overworking left on a usually radiant face. [Y/N]’s skin was an unhealthy, muted colour as if he was made of wax. Dark circles painting his under-eye looked scarily similar to bruises. His hair was tangled and messy, framed his equally messy face, dirty with dust and dirt after a long day of working and running around London, searching for a case that’d satisfy Sherlock’s hunger for mental stimulation. It was frightening to see his friend like this – a shadow of himself. A ghost.

Sherlock’s face twisted with guilt, the awareness that he led to one of his dearest friends being so incredibly worn out that he wasn’t even able to form coherent sentences. He’s been whining about the lack of good mysteries for weeks now, and after a while, [Y/N] just wanted to help him and see him happy.

“You know what you need? A good sleep.” Holmes muttered, talking more to himself than to, already half-asleep, friend.

Sherlock stood up and carefully picked up [Y/N] from the settee. [H/C]-haired man himself, was already so exhausted that he didn’t protest. The only thing that he did was snuggle into the crook of Sherlock’s neck.

One of the many advantages of living in a small flat was that every room was close. So only after about a dozen steps were they already in [Y/N]'s bedroom. Holmes carefully placed his friend among his pillows and blankets and covered him with the woven coverlet. [Y/N] grunted, with upset painted across his face when he felt Sherlock’s hands leaving him.

“Don’t go…” he softly pleaded, grabbing Holmes by the sleeve.

Sherlock turned around only to be met with soft [E/C] eyes looking at him longingly, half-covered by eyelids. How could he deny his friend’s innocent request?

“If I’m not to go, what do you want me to do?” The detective asked with slight amusement in his voice.

“Lay with me… I don’t want to be alone…”.

[Y/N] looked like he was close to begging Sherlock to stay with him. Looking at his friend with such sorrow, as if the thought of Holmes leaving his side caused him physical pain. Sherlock felt his cheeks growing hotter while his knees became a bit softer.

Dear god.

“Alright, move over, so I’ll have a place to lay down…”.

[H/C]-haired man eagerly shifted, lifting the blanket, inviting the detective.

He’s just tired. He’s just exhausted and lonesome.

Sherlock tried to reason with himself while lying beside [Y/N]. But it was hard to logically explain how hot his face felt and how happy his friend looked while cuddling up to his side, a lazy smile spread across his handsome face. Fuck, his friend was just shamelessly cuddling with him. Making all kinds of “I feel good” noises, some sounding almost like purring. It was strange. So strange, almost wrong. But he’d lie if he said he didn’t like it. After a few moments, he relaxed and embraced the man lying beside him.

Fuck, shit, fuck.

Holmes tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. His nostrils instantly filled with the eccentric mix of scents of old books, dust, chocolate and paraffin oil. The unmistakable smell of his friend. If he wasn’t freaking out already, Holmes would probably panic. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

But he smelled so good.

And his hands were so pleasant to the touch.

His breathing was so calm.

And he was so close.

It’d be a sin to not savour this moment as long as possible.

Sherlock was finally fully relaxed. He held his friend tight, relishing the smell, the feel, and the sounds [Y/N] would make. He was just so peaceful. So sweet. After a while, Holmes himself drifted to sleep. Happy and relaxed. Embraced by another man.

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by-soleil · 2 years

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yours

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight crack

Warning: wonwoo is a god sent of a man (2)

This fic was inspired by “yours - chanyeol, lee hi, changmo, raiden”

a part two of this fic >>> “pov"

•••

There are two words you often life by.

The first one being, impossible.

A word you associate to a lot of things. Call it being a pessimist, to you, it’s being realistic.

And there’s the second one, predictable.

Things in your life are mostly, if not all predictable. There’s no use wishing upon the stars, life has taught you that wishing for things would just be the first part of disappointment. The sweetest part of it.

But as if sent straight from heaven above, Jeon Wonwoo swoops in. Turning your impossible to possible and predictable to unpredictable.

The first time Wonwoo saw you was when you were burying your face in books upon books at the library. It was the monday leading up to mid-term week.

Your hair was a complete mess bunched up on top of your head, the phrase you’ve been trying to understand for a good thirty minutes now is making less sense the more you read it. Sparking tears on the inner corner of your eyes.

Covering both your eyes with neon-highlighter stained hands, you groan silently. Not wanting to burst to tears in packed library full of over sensitive college students.

Wonwoo should overlooked you. He really should. Despite looking like a deranged mess, that type of sight is nothing out of the ordinary this time of the year. Basically you’re blending in just fine with the crowd. And yet, Wonwoo’s eyes somehow pulled towards you.

The next few days, Wonwoo’s eyes kept finding you at the library. You either doing the silent groan or on the brink of consciousness trying to find a way to stay awake. Making his time at the library a tad bit more fun than usual.

On the actual week of mid-term you pretty much all caught up with the syllabus making the study time at the library more like a review time. Hence you can actually pay a little more attention on how you look. Thanking the stars you decidedly doing so.

Ditching the sluggish sweatpants, you opt for your favorite pair of jeans and a puffy cardigan to keep you somewhat warm and prepared for the early november chills.

With the library still as packed, you quickly find yourself a seat and settle down before you start reviewing your stuff.

With your study timer starts ticking and the lofi music starts pouring out of your airpods, you immerse yourself with pages upon pages of your notebook. Finally enjoying the study flow you’ve been curating since the beginning of the semester.

Having spent weeks with the same old routine inside the library, you expect no social interaction. So when the deep voice pierces thru the lofi music in your ears, it took you a few extra seconds to realize that the said voice was directed to you.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn’t wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry.” Wonwoo finally say after spending the last seven minutes mustering up the courage and forming a somewhat coherent sentence.

Wonwoo’s a pretty laid back guy. Rarely get nervous, but for some reason, asking you about the empty seat he clearly knows doesn’t belong to anyone after seeing you study alone for God knows how many times now, made him so.

Wonwoo never cares who seat next to him at the library. Why would he? He didn’t even look at any of them. So him asking for permission to sit on an obviously empty seat surprises both you and himself.

“Y—yeah, sure. It’s yours.” you nod, trying your best to look away.

Mirroring what you feel inside, Wonwoo tries to keep his expression as calm before taking the seat. Murmuring a quick thank you as he does so.

Wonwoo is not one to talk or initiates a conversation first with stranger. In an unfamiliar setting, he usually just sit back and observe his surrounding. Which is why Wonwoo would notice the way you move your chair slightly towards him. And also the way you glance up at him every now and then, making the little smile appear on his face.

“Umm, what’s your name?” you quickly ask after introducing yourself, catching Wonwoo off guard.

Smiling, Wonwoo offer his hand as he introduce himself.

“Okay, since you asked me about that chair earlier, I really can’t help but thinking how nice it would be if we could save each other a seat at the library. You know since the seat is pretty much always taken…” you start off your proposal. “I mean, if I got here first then I’d save you a seat and if it was you who got here first, you save me one. How’s that sound?”

With amusement evident on his face, Wonwoo murmurs “Wow, you talk pretty fast.” making you blush out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, forget I said anyth—” you immediately apologize, feeling more embarrassed the longer Wonwoo stare at you.

“No! I mean, yeah we could do that.” Wonwoo quickly cut you off before you got the wrong idea. The fact that you initiate the conversation then the possibility of future meet ups lifts a huge weight off of Wonwoo’s shoulder.

Though the whole time sitting next to you he might look very immersed on whatever book he’s currently annotating, Wonwoo’s mind was working extra hard to formulate a way for him to introduce himself. Something he really thought he’d never do, let alone asking for a favor to save him a seat.

“Great, but if it’s too much trouble you can always say no. I was just thinking it’ll be better for both parties y’know? One less thing to worry about.” you continue to blabber, pulling a laugh from Wonwoo.

A laugh that stops you right then, captivated by how his face demeanor changes significantly. What once was a cold—borderline scary—expression melts into a sweet warm smile that resembles a cat meme you saw floating around on the internet.

“No, honestly, I’d love that. If you didn’t ask, I would’ve asked you for the same thing. Like you said, better for both of us.” he assures you, exactly the right thing to do seeing how your anxiousness is now starting to subside.

After successfully—and also shamefully—asking to save each other’s number for convenience, you both head out of the library. Matching up your class schedules to find a common ground.

Holding yourself back, afraid you might unconsciously push your luck once more and ask him for a quick lunch tomorrow.

Little did you know, Wonwoo was doing the exact same thing.

“Dude, why do you keep glancing at your watch, hot date or something?” DK teases Wonwoo who have been checking the time every few minutes.

As expected, the small chuckle followed by a brief explanation about his plan to go to the library right after lunch, got Wonwoo receiving a few heavy sighs from his friends.

“Dude, chill. You can have fun too, you know? You don’t have to work so hard all the time. It’s okay.” Joshua peeps in, giving Wonwoo a few encouraging squeezes on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I am having fun. Gotta run, tho. I’ll see y’all tonight!” Wonwoo then quickly gather all his stuff before jogging straight to the library where he promise you to be the one saving the seat.

Upon seeing your stumbling figure entering the library carrying a few heavy textbooks that you know you’ll never finish by today, Wonwoo quickly stands up and head your way.

“I got you, let me help.” Wonwoo calmly say as he took the heavy textbooks from your crumbling little fingers. Laughing when you let out a small squeak instead of thanking him.

One of the few little things Wonwoo realizes you do.

“Are you planing on getting thru all of these?” Wonwoo taps on the heavy books.

Shaking your head, you sigh. “In a perfect world, I would. But it’s not. So, I’ll just stop when my head starts steaming.” you lazily say, making it a lot funnier for Wonwoo.

“Sorry, it’s funny. You're funny.” Wonwoo throw both his hands up in defense when you throw him a questioning look.

Eyeing his workspace, you mumble quickly “You can go ahead and leave when you're done. Thank you for the seat.”

“No, I think I’ll stay.” Wonwoo chirps, making you turn your head to figure out wether he’s joking or not only to find him already sucked into whatever book he’s got open in front of him.

The next few weeks spent with the study date—a term you singlehandedly use to describe the meet ups—becoming more and more frequent. Meeting Wonwoo on a daily basis have become somewhat of a habit.

Wonwoo : Bad news, there’s no seat available. I’ve looked on both first and second floor.

You : Awh no :(((

You : I really need to prepare for my next exam, ughhhhhh.

Wonwoo : We could study at my place if you want. Or cafes great too.

You : Are you sure? That would be amazing, my roommate noisy as hell. I’ll never get anything through this thick skull of mine.

Wonwoo : Where are you? Still at the dorm? If so, I’ll pick you up.

You : Thank you, Wonwoo.

And with that, the blurred lines between you and Wonwoo seemed to be even more ambiguous.

What was once an innocent study session have turned into a real study dates where Wonwoo would rest his head on your shoulder when he can feel his head stated to steam up.

•••

Wonwoo used to wonder, what is it about you that made him attracted. It could be the sunshine and rainbow you keep showing whenever he’s around. Or it could be the ready to fight spurs of energy you seemed to always have when things take a turn for the worst. To this day Wonwoo still can’t seem to pin point the exact thing.

“What is it about you?” Wonwoo whisper to himself as he clear out the strands of hair from you sleeping face. Another study session ends up with you falling asleep on Wonwoo’s couch.

“Never letting my mind at ease, got me worrying over your well being everytime.” he continues, fingers running down your hair.

Spending more than enough time with Wonwoo have made you a pretty good guesser on what or how he feels. Or so you thought.

Wonwoo and his observant self have always been one step ahead, catching you worrying about the things you cannot control or the frustrated tears you often held back when you’re stuck on a situation with no one to talk to.

Wonwoo wish you would talk to him, he wishes you’d lay out everything to him. The good and the bad. Not showing him the fakest smile whenever you’re sad and not alone. He wishes he could be there for you, take away all your tears. He wishes you’d allow him to.

The happy go lucky facade you often sporting just made Wonwoo wonder how much trouble you bear alone.

With Wonwoo’s gentle hands caressing you out of the unconsciousness, your eyes flutter open to a pair of piercing eyes hidden behind his favorite glasses.

You smile, “How long was I out for?” you ask, enjoying the feel of Wonwoo’s big hands running down your spine.

“A few hours.” Wonwoo answers. “You’ll hurt your back sleeping here. Want me to carry you to the bed?”

“Five more minutes. I like looking at you.” you continue to smile, too happy with the state you're in right now.

Wonwoo then continue his ministration of soft hands down your back, chuckling here and there whenever you're shivering from the touch.

“Please, let me be yours.” Wonwoo suddenly blurt out. Vaporizing all hazy feeling your previous slumber had left you with.

Sitting up, you shake your head to completely wake yourself up. “What do you mean? Am I hallucinating? Are you drunk?” you squint your eyes trying to intimidate Wonwoo.

“You are not hallucinating, and no, I’m not drunk.” Wonwoo continue to laughs as he take a seat next to you on the couch.

“Then please explain further, my little brain cannot comprehend what you just said. And, no, I'm not expecting anything. I thought I heard something but I think I misheard you, so let me out of this short lived misery cause I—”

“Okay, shush—” Wonwoo stops you with a finger landing exactly in the middle of your lips. Shushing you real fast. “—I love it when you start blabbering everytime you’re caught off guard. But I can’t explain myself when you're giving me no room to talk. So, can I please continue my declaration of love?”

Your heart drops. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo smiles as if he didn’t just dropped a hefty fucking bomb on your heart before continuing his so called declaration of love. “I like you, obviously, everyone can tell. But spending all these time with you and looking at you from afar, I have notice one thing. That is I want all of you. Not just your bright sunny side, I want your sadness, I want you to share it with me. I want to be the one who takes away all your tears. Seeing you always hide whatever burden you're hiding from me saddens me. I want you.”

“Wonwoo..”

“Can I please, be yours?”

“Why?” you hate to be that girl, the girl who doubt herself and seek for validation. But every word fallen out of Wonwoo’s mouth makes absolutely zero sense.

“What do you mean? You brighten my day, I laugh the most when I’m with you. And I really want you to feel how I feel when I'm with you.”

“You're kidding. Wonwoo I swear on my next final exam’s grade if you’re playing with me I will haunt you till the rest of your day. You do know I can recite a few episode of ‘how to get away with murder’ splendidly, right?”

True to Wonwoo’s fashion, he laughs. The two big hands that were holding you by the shoulder are now wrapping you tight as Wonwoo pulls you to his lap. “Are you threatening me?”

With Wonwoo cradling you like a baby, you bury your face on Wonwoo’s neck. “I know you're big but I can beat you, you know!”

“And what if I’m not playing, what are you gonna do with me?” he softly challenge.

“I'm not answering that.”

“Why?” Wonwoo continues to laugh, big strong hands going back to deliver sweet caress down your back. Melting you right into him.

With no answer coming from you, Wonwoo push you a little to get a good look on you. Beet red face you're sporting gave everything away. Warming Wonwoo’s heart.

“You keep on surprising me, I’m not used to people breaking my expectation.” you finally say, can’t stand being this close to Wonwoo’s face.

“Not my fault your expectation on people is very low. You deserve a lot of things, yet you expect the worst.” Wonwoo’s hands fly to caress your burning cheek this time.

“Better than being disappointed.”

“Then, I will try my best to not disappoint you. Ever.” and with that Wonwoo lean forward, closing the heated gaps between the two of you.

The sweet movement of Wonwoo’s lips melts the stiffness of yours, breaking the wall you’ve put up around your heart little by little.

“Do you not like this? Why aren’t you kissing me back?” Wonwoo breathe into the kiss.

“No, I do. Keep going. I'm just shocked, that’s all.”

With your words in mind, Wonwoo deepens the kiss but stopping not long after when he can no longer contain his laugh.

“I’m sorry you're too funny. Why were you so stiff at first.” Wonwoo turn his face to release a held back laughter.

“Great, now I'm turned on and you're laughing. Greaaaaaat.” you sulk, lifting yourself to get off of Wonwoo’s lap.

“No, no, no, where are you going. I’m sorry. Let’s go again, I won’t laugh this time.” Wonwoo tries to deliver the sentence with straight face but failed miserably.

With disbelief you try to contain your laughter. “I can’t believe you. My ego is fucking bruised right now, and you’re still laughing?”

“You’re also trying not to laugh right now.” Wonwoo points out the obvious.

“We could’ve had a very hot and romantic night just now if it weren’t for your laughing.” you continue to act baffled with the laughter threatening to burst.

“We still could, come on. I'm sorry, I promise I won’t laugh.” Wonwoo quickly say but his laughter slipping out little by little.

“I think you need to calm down.” you finally laugh alongside Wonwoo. Burrying you face between his pecks, you let out all the laughter you’ve been holding with Wonwoo holding the both of you from shaking.

And with that, what supposedly a long hot night filled with affection was spent laughing and trying to calm each other down.

An odd way to end a night where two people come forward to bare out their feelings for one another, but with Wonwoo, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

•••

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squarebracketsmileyface · 1 month

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Letting u know that Jobless Monday by Mitski is Jay and Alex in Sorry Its Locked to me. I’m insane about this btw. Super Normal👍

Ow. Fuck you /pos

I'm so glad you're super normal about this anon. I'm so glad you were normal enough about this to tell me about it so i can be normal about it with you.

This got so long and i kinda went on a tangent, so, thingy:

you're so right tho. you're so so so right. Jay just wants to be seen with Alex, to be with him like a normal couple, even if the only people seeing it at the two of them. Sure it'd be nice if their friends knew or whatever, but even if it was just them being couply and in love in private would be better than what they currently have (in uni).

Jay doesn't care where they go, if they're just with their friends who they know will accept them, he just doesn't want to have to pretend like he and Alex aren't into each other all the time. He wouldn't care if they went on a walk in the woods and held hands with no one there to see, as long as they got to hold hands. He doesn't just want to be Alex's fuck buddy. He wants to hold his hands. He wants to go to lunch or dinner with him. Fe wants to kiss him on the lips. He wants Alex to kiss him on the cheek or the top of the head. He just wants to be Alex's boyfriend, his partner, not some dirty, disgusting secret Alex hides from everyone out of shame.

God they're so tragic. They're fucking awful. Jay just wants Alex to stop treating him like it'd be disgusting to date him, and Alex is terrified of what could happen to them if they were out at all, even to just their friends. So much could go wrong, they live in Alabama, it's the early 2000's, so fucking much could go wrong, he's not wrong to be cautious.

But that doesn't fully explain away why he refuses to be sweet with Jay even in private.

It's not all Alex's fault though. Like, yes it mostly stems from his fear of being out as queer in any way, but like, Jay's still kinda shit about it, yknow?

I need to write about why Jay wasn't great back in uni properly at some point, but none of my thoughts are properly coherent about it yet. At least not coherent enough to write into a fic yet.

I think I want to make it so that Jay was kinda pretty manipulative, and a lot more pushy with Alex than he lets on about to Tim (or even that he realizes himself) like, you know that bit in chapter 5 of Sorry its locked? where Jay, like, tries to physically force Tim to choke him? And they have to pause and be like, what the fuck? And Tim understands why Jay did it, but he's still really hurt by it because Jesus Christ Jay.

Like, you know that bit? Well I have plans about how Jay used to do that to Alex, not a lot, but like, it happened and more than once, with Jay physically forcing Alex to do stuff. and usually it was fine, like, Jay wanted to be slapped around or have his hair pulled, so he'd move Alex's hands into position to do that. And like, usually that was fine, that was just how they kinda worked and it was fine, those were things Alex was usually happy to do. But then one time Alex was trying to have a slightly less intense scene because he was already tired that day or whatever, and then Jay put Alex's hands around his neck, and Alex was very much not okay with that, but they were in the middle of something already and Alex was in a dominant kinda mindset, so he just punished Jay mid scene for trying to control what was going on, and then they carried on and that was it, they didn't talk about it.

But then after Jay leaves Alex just breaks the fuck down over it, because he realizes just how dangerous that could have been. like, he realizes that he could have really badly hurt Jay, that he could have killed Jay if he hadn't realized where his hands were.

My plan is that this happens near the end of Jay and Alex's fwb relationship, AND that Amy somehow walks in on Alex breaking down and having a full blown panic attack over how he could have really hurt Jay. So Amy has to take care of Alex through that, and she gets him to tell her what happened, so he does and she's the one that is kinda like, "dude, that's so not okay, what the fuck? He shouldn't have done that, and you said he's done stuff like that before? That's so not okay oh my god." and she's the one that convinces Alex to stop his and Jay's fwb relationship. She's so concerned for Alex's mental health (which she should be) and a little while after he breaks his and Jay's thing off, she kinda wants to show Alex what a healthy relationship should be like, and that's how those two start dating?

Also like, when I say Alex breaks down, I really really mean it, like, that guy is hyperventilating borderline wants to kill himself because holy shit he could have killed Jay what a fucking monster he is for not realizing sooner etc. etc. etc. Like, Amy has to zip tie all the draws with knives in shut because otherwise Alex is actually going to do something impulsive and hurt himself. he is very not okay, like that thing with Jay was the final straw and with it's weight he's breaking.

Amy is to Alex what Tim is to Jay in this au. Like, she only gets one side of the story so obviously assumes that Alex is completely innocent in his and Jay's relationship, and Jay is a total monster. Which isn't true, they're both terrible to each other.

Alex needs to listen to Jay more and make it safer for Jay to talk to him about things, because if he did that Jay wouldn't feel the need to manipulate Alex to get what he wants from him. It definitely all kinda stems from Alex being super closed off emotionally to Jay, right? But just because it starts with Alex, doesn't mean that by the end Jay was kinda arguably worse than him. Y'know? Like, they make each other worse.

But like, yeah, Amy does the whole "I can save him" thing for Alex that Tim does for Jay. She thinks she can fix Alex, and at first it seems like she can, y'know, he moves schools and they live together and everything seems pretty good, Alex does get better when it comes to how he expects a partner to treat him. But in the end Amy can't fix the Operator sickness stuff (which i guess she didn't know about at first and all that but still, once that becomes obvious to her---e.g. Alex starts getting a lot more volatile even with her--- she thinks she'll be able to talk him through that as well)

#song ask #i went on a big old tangent about Alex and Amy in this. and a little bit about how Amylex and Jam are gonna mirror each other in this au?#marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #jaylex #tim wright #mh jam #amy marble hornets #mh amylex #marble hornets fanfic #mh sorry its locked

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whatever-you-can-give-me · 3 months

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Sorry to come to your inbox for this but I feel like you’d understand

As an Asian person living in the West, I’m aware of the different kinds of colorism in different cultures

I’m really tired of seeing people saying canon Wolfwoods are not dark enough for them. Yes there are variations in his coloring but in no iteration they made Wolfwood white (no, not even in BLR)

Not to mention other characters also have variations in their color design. Nightow’s Vash color pages are inconsistent too; sometimes he’s much darker

There’s a lot to unpack here that I don’t feel coherent enough to even begin

thank you for sending this, i really appreciate it. i'm not asian, so it really feels like not my lane to post about, but i notice all the time how reductive the conversation's become, and it really gets under my skin.

wolfwood is a japanese character, or at the very least designed that way. one of the big pieces of Trigun Trivia is that wolfwood was inspired by a japanese musician, tortoise matsumoto.

his skintone is inconsistent even within individual iterations but he's pretty much always drawn with monolid eyes. even in BLR and especially in stampede.

and that's just... not part of the conversation? somehow?

like. yes. colorism. but stampede wolfwood is immediately identifiable as an asian character, he still has a distinct nose bridge, the undertone of his skin is olive/yellow even when he looks pale. he's not white. he's asian.

and then in english-speaking fandom specifically, often explicitly with a dismissive sneer towards wolfwood's stampede design, wolfwood is very racialized in a way that distinctly does not depict him as asian, which i would bet money is because of western stereotypes about asian men. western wolfwoods are usually latino, or just... ambiguously brown.

(and of course there are asian wolfwoods among those, but his monolid eyes tend to be considered less important to preserve than his tits and his nose, along with stuff that was fully invented by fandom, like his body hair, and the exaggeration of his tits and nose, that rosary... weird how that happened.)

and... like.... there's nothing inherently wrong with character redesigns. or focusing on the parts of the character you find attractive when you draw or write them. i know a lot of specifically latino wolfwood came from latino fans. fanon wolfwood is a very handsome man. i see why so many people like him.

but it is. a bit fucking funny to have a whole host of people calling studio orange colorist and racist for wolfwood not being brown enough and then turning around and making wolfwood Fandom Papi Of The Year.

the vitriol towards stampede wolfwood feels just that much more disingenuous when the language is only surface-level about colorism, and the real complaint is that he's not attractive enough as a sex object.

thank you for the message <3 i'm very tired.

#'dark-skinned men are always the dom top and they're pretty mean about it too' is a fandom race-weirdness staple #'latino men make the best boyfriends they will give you the Best Sex and then make breakfast afterwards' too #it's. weird. i don't like how much of fandom content is just moderately racist and misogynistic tropes tacked onto a new blorbo.#i know characters are not real people. but it is really obvious that wolfwood is designated Piece Of Meat by this fandom #the amount of lineups i've seen where everyone is perfectly on model but wolfwood is hairy as a werewolf and busting out of his clothes #and like whatever do what you want #but the hypocrisy sure has been something to watch.

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A day in the life of TWST (authors edition)

Summary: A day in the life of various twisted authors, the happy, the funny and the simpery. Enjoy. ft. Hydra/Rubia(Me) , Pione(@oepionie) , Aster ( @v-anrouge ), Ari ( @shinmon-c ), Eros ( @cupids-chamber ) , Rie( @sephyriae ) tags: friends, literally for my moots, april 1st vibes and pranks, references to many interactions, i simp for Jade while dating him in this fic, Ari is crushing on Riddle, Aster gets “secret admirer letters” and we think its Rook, Pione and I are work friends (sorry you have to put up with my simping), i am a horrible influence, Eros gets no sleep (i am a horrible enabler), Floyd horror stories from yours truly, Authors get to vibe, self indulgence, no beta i overblot like a fucking moron

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“The usual” Eros murmured to themself, the noise barely leaving their throat as Rubia handed them the mug of coffee that always got them through the day. Looking up with the original intent to thank her, they instead found themselves puzzled by the bartender’s amused gaze. “Eh?”- And of course, instead of allowing any coherent interaction, she shrugged and turned her back; not that Eros minded, it just allowed them to drink their 5am coffee in peace. Not that the Monstro Lounge was open, not so early. it’s just that they asked Rubia. Eros’ phone illuminated the otherwise dark establishment, the DMs still open: Hydra🌊, the contact name of their usual bartender and friend. “Open yet?” (- Cupid ;sent at 4:30am) “Coffee?” (- Hydra ;sent at 4:30am) “Sure” (-Hydra ;sent at 4:30am) Eros sighed as they closed the messenger app and opted for scrolling through magicam, only to let out a noise of annoyance and disapproval when they encountered the many posts by NRC students who were whining and complaining about class, it was just too early for that shit. They closed the apps and turned off the phone, putting it screen first onto a napkin as they breathed and allowed the ambiance of Octavinelle to work its magic. “How to prevent passing out in class?” Eros asked half-seriously as their eyes followed the up and awake bartender who laughed. For reasons unknown to them, they supposed and rolled their eyes. Yet they also found themselves half-surprised when she hummed and replied; “Do you sleep?” Rubia looked back with an amused and knowing gaze, “Like, at all?” and her voice was playful, smug if they had to describe it further. Eros, doing their best to remain deadpan, said “No.” in an attempt to mask their own amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation. 4:30 am, having coffee at the Octavinelle commercial lounge, named monstro lounge, as if Rubia was any less guilty for being up and awake at this hour either; even if she was more energized and awake, somehow. The bartender grinned as she turned back properly and leaned on the counter behind her, satisfied with what she was about to say. “I think that narrows it down to the root problem pretty well.” Hypocrite, Eros chuckled internally. “Fair enough.”

Pione was confident that she was not getting paid enough for this- Floyd grabbed a nearby heartslabyul student like a baseball bat as he swung harder than his mood swings. -but at least it was entertaining. She leaned onto the counter as she watched it go down, making a thumbs up gesture in appreciation when her coworker pushed a bowl of chips and some soda her way; taking a chip, she mumbled a “thamks”, cowering her chewing mouth with the back of her hand. Next to her was Rubia, sitting cross-legged on the front of the bar, her PE jacket tied around her waist, back from a jog or a job; not that she had a way of knowing without asking. Taking a sip from her bottle, her co worker nodded, saying “You’re welcome.” without peeling her eyes from the absolute mess unfolding in front of them both. Usually, it wouldn’t be any less chaotic, it would just be in a different font- if Pione had to use Rubia’s descriptions, at least. Most of the time, Pione would be serving with Floyd while her friend stuck around in the kitchen to accompany Jade, making a note to knock before entering which was frankly amusing- to her, not to Azul, though she didn’t care too much about that. Often times, she would be served a nice drink if she played accomplice to whatever Rubia and Jade were doing that day; not that she knew what they were up to, ignorance was bliss, probably. Plus, the benefits were nice. “Shouldn’t we intervene?” Pione asked, not moving a muscle and instead looking at her friend to gauge her reactions, “Yeah” Rubia replied, unphased and utterly unbothered.

“Anything new going on?” Rubia asked, unhurriedly walking alongside her childhood friend; having just gone out to skip PE in favor of getting drinks.

The two quickly thanked their luck for working in their favor, Rubia having just finished “a job” and Rie being in the right place right time. Talking about their days so far and going over a few memories, now making small talk. Rie hummed, shaking her head and shrugging it off as she said “No, not really.” and looking back at her friend, “What about you?”. Rubia entertained the question for a minute or two before settling on an answer, “The usual, its entertaining though.” to which Rie made a sound of acknowledgement. Not to say she didn’t have something else to ask. The Water Nymph looked back up from her drink, taking a sip as the playful giggle of her friend reached her ears, who asked “Well, what about Jade?”- making her promptly cough on her drink. Rie laughed in a mix of panic and amusement, hushing a few mumbled sentences like “oh my sevens” and “sorry” between the giggling as she pat her friend on the back. Only backing off once Rubia finally took a large breather and exhaled, “Haa.. fuck-” she laughed. “You could’ve warned me, y’know?” the water nymph said, though it held no weight nor was it a question. The young priestess looked to the side before meeting her gaze, “Well?” and Rubia accepted defeat. “it’s been going well -” she started, picking her words while her childhood friend waited, “it’s fun, and he’s wonderful” she settled on, making Rie smile and in turn herself too. “I knew he’d treat you well” the priestess said, slowly gesturing for her friend to follow. Rubia obliged. Rie had a rehearsal with Vil, afterall, and she didn’t want to be the reason for her friend to be late; aware of how important this was to her. “You were always there, still are” ,the water nymph said, “whenever we met up and talked, you’d hint at it too; i sometimes wonder if you saw this coming.” and Rie gave a playful grin. “Maybe!” she laughed, and Rubia nodded; well aware she would never get a clear answer. it wasn’t like she minded, though, the company was enough. instead, she decided to stir the conversation back to memories “Do you remember whenever we talked about it?” she asked, Rie lighting up at the suggestion, conversing about her childhood together with her bestfriend.

Rubia hummed as she went through the letters, tossing one envelope back on the desk, “Very french.” she says, looking back at Aster who does his best not to laugh. “Very french.” He repeats with a wheeze of his own, gathering his nerves, “Yeah?” he asks the obvious question, not needing to put it together. “Yeah that’s definitely Rook” The Octavinelle student confirms with a nod, somewhere between finding this funny and exhausting, leaning on humorous. She then sighs, asking the inevitable “But can you read french?” ...”Wait-” The two stared at each other as the silence and hilarity of the situation grew thicker. “Wait- You gotta be kidding me-” she said, looking at him in the eyes “’Swear i’m not-” was the response. And so Rubia decided to just lean against the side of the bed as she tried to make sense of it. Thankfully Aster intervened before she thoroughly lost it and beat Rook with an auto translator. “Okay but i can understand some words-” He said, looking to the side and confirming this was getting his friends attention, “I can guess a few phrases since, y’know,” trailing off. “Since it’s Rook?” “Yeah.” He leaned closer to the edge of his bed, “Thoughts?” She instantly locked eyes with him and said, deadpanned, “And prayers.” “’Cause bitch, what the fuck.”

“He’s so cute, my wife” Ari sighed, leaning onto the counter as they talked their friend’s ear off.Namely, Rubia. Though it would be more accurate to say she was listening carefully of her own will; humming in acknowledgement whenever they asked a question like ‘you get it, right??’�� to show she was paying attention. “What am I gonna do with him” Ari whined, cupping their cheeks in the palms of their hands, leaning on their elbows as they gauged the Water Nymph’s reaction as she handed them their drink and dessert of choice. Strawberry tarts a light drink to go with it, which they took a sip of as they kept their eyes on Rubia. As if anything could prepare them for it. “Confess.” And as if on cue, they choked on the sip of their drink as they coughed, promptly pat on the back by the person who caused the problem. “Girl- What the fuck-” Ari said between coughs as the Water nymph thoroughly cleaned the spilt drink with a napkin and gave them another cup of it, as if she knew this would happen; knowing her, Ari was confident she planned it. Seemingly unaffected by the glare of her friend, Rubia hummed, only turning back with a triumph grin of victory as she asked “Yes?”, returning the eye contact. “What do you mean by ‘yes’?!” Ari questioned, it wasn’t exactly a yell, though the tone of that hushed sentence surely could be registered so. “I said you should confess, and? Is it bad advice?” was the reply from the Octavinelle student. They rolled their eyes, “If you’re willing to give advice-” they began, “-and not for a price-” narrowing their eyes as they emphasized, “what would you tell me?” Not too surprisingly, Rubia’s expression softened, though they had no clue what she was thinking. Like most of the time. “Just go for it.” She shrugged, “He loves you.” and just like that, she was back to what she was doing previously. Thankfully they didn’t begin on their new drink yet, Ari thought; that surely would’ve been the death of them.

#TWST #TWST Authors #TWST Authors edition #TWST wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst disney #disney twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Sorrry i couldnt add everyone #trust me i wanted to write so much more but turning intractions into mini ficlets was so much more difficult than i expected #twisted wonderland authors

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Jun Sazanami, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Hiyori Tomoe

Pairing: Junann (Jun/Ann) (romantic, developing)

“L… Looking forward to… Supporting your work!”

It was rather sudden. Sure, having fans say stuff like that was nothing out of the ordinary. It was pretty common at meet and greets. It was the usual line a fan would say. And of course Jun would thank said fan, being happy and giving it his all from here on out. Probably the usual stuff one would expect from an idol though that didn’t mean that he didn’t mean it. He did mean it, yes, yet hearing it out of nowhere at a place where none of those events took place… Maybe that’s what had him caught so much off guard.

Not to mention the young woman right in front of him, bowing like this. He knew her from working with her in the past. Even then, it was only for some project she was supposed to look over from overseas, discussing the answers with him and what each question meant. Nothing more, nothing less. That was as far as this went and the two had not worked together alone since. Her name had slipped his mind even, not having been all too familiar with her to be completely honest. Mainly because of him having to remember so many names and not having seen her for such a long time he just forgot… Wait, did she even introduce herself properly before? Maybe he was just being a little bit of a mess right now.

Regardless, he did not hide his confusion. Mainly because he wasn’t prepared for this. He couldn’t appear impolite and he wasn’t going to be. He was just speechless… If that made sense. Ironic, given that he should be more than used to this by now. Yet here he was, standing there like some newbie hearing it for the very first time, trying to take words like these in, processing them. “Thanks?” Jun said, yet a little confused.

Perhaps it was then that the young woman had caught on, letting out a quick gasp before lifting herself back up, getting out of the bowing pose. She faced him directly, her gaze being all embarrassed from one moment to the next. “Ah– That–” She stuttered suddenly before adding: “Too much? Sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

And now she was apologizing? Hold on here, that— Ah wait, maybe that one was on him. “Ey, I didn’t mean it like that!” He tried to explain it somehow. “Seriously, thanks.” Now he was getting embarrassed, from one simple slip up. Unbelievable… Just keep calm, no big deal. Not like anyone saw to begin with.

“R… Really? It was… Uh… Probably… Sudden I me—”

“Yeah, it was but really, thanks.” What else was he supposed to say to be honest!? Having been caught off guard like this… Really, just like that!

The silence was even more unbearable however, just leaving it at that. But did the two have much of a choice? Probably not. Even if that would make it hella wei—

“Oh, right. Last time, no introduction to Sazanami–San…” The young woman mumbled. Goddamn, so that’s why it had slipped his mind. She skipped the intro most likely last time. Though she looked embarrassed upon realizing, unable to keep her cool. Yeah, he was wondering what was going on at this rate yet could not say much more in the end either. “It was rushing! Apologies! But does it—”

“Hey, hey, hey! Deep breath!” He interrupted however, finding it almost worrying how she was just tripping over her words, as if she didn’t know what to say. She was just throwing one word after the other, seeming to hop around the topics. Change it while trying to keep it coherent. Then again, looking closer she looked nervous, a little much. “One step at a time, will ya? I don’t bite.”

At this point Jun was probably just ending up reassuring her. He had some experience with it. There were some fellow show guests before like that and even some fans… Then again, sometimes those fans fainted right on the spot shortly after… And he wanted to avoid it in this case, at least in the working space.

“Sorry…” She only mumbled however, once more so apologetic. Is that her favorite word? Sorry? Funny choice.

“No need. Just take it one step at a time.” He said, trying to keep calm. Nothing too sudden, slow and steady. She looked startled enough.

“One step… One step…” She repeated at first, seeming to more set it as a reminder to herself however before nodding. “Right! Will! Will do I meant!” She was trying now to come off as super serious, yet the nervousness was still written all over her face. “Uhm… In case we… See again… Please, call me Ann. Easiest.”

‘Ann’? Wait a minute, that sounded familiar… Ah no, it’s a pretty common name, isn’t—

“Wait, too much!? You didn’t ask!” Yeah, she’s a nervous wreck. More than any other fan he had met. And this nervousness was almost contagious.

“It’s—”

“Jun–Kun, there you are!” And yet, a voice would interrupt this conversation at the end. Awful timing or perfect timing? Hard to say. Regardless, someone else had joined in on the conversation and at least Jun could guess who. In fact, the guy did not hide himself in the slightest, sweeping right in between the two who had been… Trying to hold a conversation at least. Trying… “I’ve been looking all over for you! Don’t try to run from your job now!”

“Ohii–San, I ain’t runnin’ from my job.” He responded, almost sighing. “Ya can carry the bags yourself.”

“Oh how cruel! Do you really expect me to carry it all by myself!?”

“Well…”

“But it’s not about that. We have a photo shoot in a bit, I was just picking you up! Or did you forget?” Hiyori threw in, even with the comment earlier he was not really fazed, his usual mood remaining. One would think that he would ignore the woman but… “Or were you too busy flirting?”

“Wha— Flirting!? Ex… cuse me? I wasn’t—”

“Nothing like that Tomoe–San!” The female interrupted, almost squeaking with her voice. One close look and one could see how red she was. “I just… Was just… Announcing support and then… Er… Uhm… Anyway, no flir—”

“Haha, you look like a funny tomato~” Ohii–San teased however, unable to hold back his laughter. Was it really that amusing to him? “Kidding kidding. I know Jun–Kun better than anyone present right now. He would never and can’t~”

“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oya, do you have something to say Jun–Kun? Maybe you were—”

“Goddamn no!” He interrupted quickly, a bit louder than before until suddenly realizing, his voice slipping. Drat! Now of all times, when he should at least try to remain calm…

“Haha, alright alright. I’ll just have to squeeze the truth out of you later~” Hiyori teased however, unfazed, before grabbing Jun from one moment to the next. “But if you excuse us. We really gotta go!”

“Ah… Please… Work is… Important.” Ann agreed, though a bit more meek sounding. “Sorry for taking the time up.”

“Aww, it’s ok. I just didn’t expect Jun–Kun to—”

“Can we please just go Ohii–San!?”

Needless to say, the ending of it all was embarrassing for almost everyone. Though at the time Jun had not thought much about it if anything at all. To him this was nothing really, though he had some explaining to do… Or so he thought but Ann’s attitude remained unchanged towards him, maybe having even forgotten about it.

But Ohii–San? Ohii–San did not forget. In fact, this was something Jun would hear about more often from Hiyori. Well, not right away, but he sure loved to poke around someone else’s business… Then again, maybe he was just bored or something. So what if he saw Jun with a woman? He’ll grow bored of it soon enough and move on to something else. No need to think too deep into it.

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just thought of something. a scenario where in s5, will is helping out at the high-school-gym-turned-community-centre place and he's just so tired of this on and off thing with mike and is (sort of, not entirely coz come on) avoiding him, like just talking a bit less than usual. and then robin catches him stealing glances at the one and only wheeler and without a single coherent thought comes upto will and says "you got a crush on him."

and will just goes "huh?! what, sorry?" and like he doesn't say yes or no and simply dodges the question, plus he hardly remembers robin except her being the girl at scoops ahoy with steve and like then she's like "okay no i mean, i came off rude, i think i did, sorry, i wasn't thinking str-straight, BUT like i can explain you were- you had that look ™ and i-" and will is so confused, but isn't uncomfortable, just sort of freaked out coz come on, this has been a secret since forever and somehow el ("there's someone he likes") and jonathan ("there's nothing in the world that will ever change that") have an idea, and they're his siblings who have known and seen him everyday. but now a random girl, or a girl he doesn't remember well - he should say - just comes up and can just SEE right THROUGH HIM.

and he's like "uh, um, it's okay just, i-i have some work to finish so-"

"will byers, right?! i remember you! t-that bowl-head who came at scoops with the gang!" she is loud, and then: "you wanna grab lunch with me?"

and will just goes "okay???" coz he has no idea what to do with this situation, so maybe he can just sit down and listen to what she has to say and all and if things go south, he can just say no to the question and go about his life again.

turns out, they talk™, robin wants to help him coz ofc he knows what he's been through and know she's witnessing it firsthand (a different trouble but still) and she's like "i might not be someone you can come upto for advice, but still, i know. i know what it's like being different." and will and robin have a fresh start in their relationship and introduce themselves again, and then they laugh and robin tries to as good of an advisor as she can, and will somewhat thinks that even if she's pitying him, it's okay, since it feels okay with her.

and then vickie just comes in and robin goes full POOF in the head and red on the face and will is like "ah, now i see it." and then robin's secret is out as well and now they become each other's secret holders and grab ice-cream and lunch often and sometimes lay on the grass and talk about the sky and stars and will spends a few night at robin's place sometimes and stuff and he's so happy to finally have someone like him.

meanwhile, mike sees them interact and is worried (*cough* jealous *cough*) that will has a puppy-crush on an older girl (robin, LMAO) and would eventually get hurt, but he can't do anything coz will just doesn't come to him anymore. and then he often finds them chatting, teasing each other, eating (SHARING) an icecream (*ahem* since they didn't have enough money, don't worry tho it was a sundae with two scoops in a cup) and in mike's head it's all danger danger danger will robin no they shouldn't no it's bad why is it had oh no will will will will.

so yeah anyway here's an au for yall.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #robin buckley #idk if this has been done before #but here #also later on mike realises his feelings and goes oh- OH-#and vickie and robin start dating as well #then mike sees the three together and also sees robin and vickie kiss and will just sighing and saying to get a room and goes oh OH-#anyway yeah happy ending for two greatest ships #being different together will and robin #robin in the first scene: i know what you are will byers #will in the scene robin sees vickie: i know what you are robin buckley #okay ill stop tagging now #stranger things #byler fic #byler au #byler scenario

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Hoi, I am running a campaign with drows and now I'm a little worried I'm stepping on some toes, and wanted to ask your opinion? On surface, they have the whole evil matriarch thing going on, but there is plenty of good drows, (one of them being a PC and several NPCs) - and the end-goal for that mini-arc is for drows to dismantle their old system that's based on the crueler traditions, and improve their society and culture as a whole. Is this a bad idea? I've always loved drows aesthetics wise, but I'm also white as the Scandinavian snow I was born from, so understandably I'm a little blind to the implications of my choices - second hand opinion would help a lot. Sorry for the wall of text, hope you have a great day, keep being awesome!

Hey, hello! This is gonna be a long post~

So, I think a lot of people started running drow by-the-book, and over time, shifted towards other possible options. You're already doing much better than what the canon content does say, though, since you're including several drow with a better alignment, and there's a margin for change. I think revolution/rebellion plots are a good way to work with this: The fact people can organize to try to destroy a tyrannical government means that not every member of the race is somehow aligned to evil.

You can run drow societies that are evil. I have one like that, although heavily reworked to be way more coherent and less sexist. I talked about it in somewhere, search for "Mith-Sharorr" in my blog! And well, there have been human cultures that have veered towards being pretty... terrible, not gonna lie. Fascism has been a thing, stuff like the Roman empire have done HORRID acts, and yet, there's still (at core) a lot of people within these cultures that aren't just cackling villains all the time. I think, looking at these can be interesting. A lot of people get entangled in the system, fed propaganda, and end up being part of it, but in the end they're trying to live their lives, take care of their family and friends, and go through the day. A lot of these societies also have marginalized groups, people who are against the whole thing, or just cannot really do much: Think of lower classes, slaves, etc.

One thing that CAN help humanize even an evil Lolth-praising society is thinking about the lower classes. RA Salvatore just NEVER mentions them in the books: Either you're a noble or a slave. Same for most of the canon content. But societies have lower classes, which often have little say over the politics at the top, and are just trying to go by. I've usually run that as either people who keep silence to avoid repression, or people who are trying to organize to change things for the better. Having a more humanized portrayal of these people can help things a lot: Maybe they've been fed propaganda that outsiders are always evil, but it means they're constantly thrown at war with people for no reason, and they're starting to get weary of it. Or maybe merchants that travel to other cities have had contact with other cultures, and have noticed things work very differently, and they return with rumours of "maybe the rest of the world isn't our enemy." All these things can help humanize drow quite a lot!

Dictatorships (and drow are pretty dictatorial in nature, even if theocracy-flavored) do have a lot of dissidence. I'll put as an example fascist Spain, which ranged from 1939 to 1975 (or 1978ish). Fascism won the war here. People in power were often appointed by the regime and were the ones perpetuating most of the oppression. They had all the political power, the church became extremely powerful and prosecuted anyone that was out of the norm, they ran schools, hospitals, etc. And of course, they taught that the regime was correct. That didn't mean everyone agreed. There have been cases of people organizing stuff in the shadows ever since. People who got prosecuted for it. People who did their best to fight against the regime. People that managed to get rid of fascist higher-ups through organization. People who ran away from Spain into other countries, and from exile, tried to help people here. (Exiles can be a really cool concept! And it's not explored enough). During these almost 40 years, Spain was surely doing horrible things, but the people suffering from it were often the lower classes and minorities. But these people weren't evil or guilty for living under that regime.

I think these examples can help a lot shaping a drow society! How DID it become like that? Was it a recent change? Is it been so deeply tyrannical for generations? Drow are extremely long lived- What do people who are now old remember from back their childhood? Were the nobles in power back then? Do they still long for change? There's a lot to be asked~

Finally, I think it's important to point out that one of the best ways to avoid falling into the "drow are always evil" is having these cultures be just one of many within the race. Humans in the real world are extremely varied, and while there's been some cultures that could be labelled as evil, a lot of them are diverse and hard to categorize in one way or another. Even if there were nazis in Germany, it didn't make humankind evil as a whole. I think the trope becomes extremely harmful when you tie race to culture. Cultures and races are never tied: If you raise a drow outside of a tyrannical society, they won't have tyranny written in their genes. Which means that there should be many drow cities that just haven't got into praising evil goddesses and racism, and at the same time, other races probably know that (like all other races), drow aren't universally evil. Maybe some drow just established underground and work with dwarves on the regular. Maybe there's a nomadic bunch of drow that help travellers traverse the underdark and trade with others. A deeply evil society is usually the exception, not the norm.

(tl;dr: Check real societies to make drow a bit more realistic. Think of how those that are not directly benefitting from the system deal with the entire thing. Introduce dissidence. Make sure that drow have different cultures, since evil is not determined by genetics. And good luck!)

(Also, sorry for the long post- I'm a bit passionate about the topic. And sorry for spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language!)

#drow #dark elf #elf #elves #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg #tabletop rpg #dark elves #dnd homebrew #dnd5e #dnd 5e

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2. He Who Waited Behind

Yeah, so things have gotten out of hand. I had already prepared the next part, but somehow ended up much longer than I expected.

Not sure how can I post this long posts in a better way, or collect them somehow. As I'm doing both Spanish and English (sorry, not a native speaker, doing the best I can) things are getting long.

If anyone has a better suggestion, please tell me

Still don't have a title, might need to work on that.

I'll post English bit here, Spanish on a new post. Maybe tags might help trak the chapters. They would help if I had actually numbered things.

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As usual, a huge permanent cloud and snow greeted them in Ishgard. The weather didn't help. But a change from sunny, warm Limsa was always welcome.

Her personal office was unknown to most. And she preferred it that way. No letters arrived, no one came to ask questions. She could go about her business uninterrupted.

She made herself another cup of coffee, piping hot, and sat down with a blank sheet of paper in front of her.

She asked herself how it all began?

The blank sheet of paper stared threateningly at her. The pen waited for the first words.

Where to start...

She leaned back in her seat. Coffee in hand, she made sure to drink it before it got cold. She hated cold coffee. Trying to heat it up only made it taste worse.

You have to be strong Elanor, it's better if you go, you'll be safer there.

Memories began to flood in. Elanor began to write on the page in bursts, without order or coherence. Pouring out the thoughts as they came to her.

She remembered the day perfectly. When she had just turned 18, a Garlemald officer had come to her parents' forge.

The girl is 18 now, it's time for her to join the army and learn the basics to defend our nation, we've already given you two years, we can't delay.

Listening from a distance in the other room as her mother held her in her arms, she remembered the moment perfectly. Her father's face never left the anvil as the officer spoke. He just nodded and banged his hammer.

Her mother's arms kept her from moving at all. Don't even think about doing one of your stunts. Wait until he's gone and then we'll talk.

One of your stunts. Elanor laughed. Her mother knew very well. She had almost been jailed for knocking out a soldier with a punch less than a year ago. Years of helping in the family smithy had given her arms capable of knocking down mountains.

In spite of the strength with which she tried to pull herself away while she was still big, her mother was no less so. A woman born in Gyr Abania, used to hard work, as much strength as Elanor had, her mother had even more.

None of the three of them had any sympathy for the Empire at all. But in situations like theirs, you survive as best you can.

By day, Hiro, her father, repaired and forged weapons and armour for the Garlean garrison stationed around them. At night, when the village was asleep, he secretly helped the few members of the resistance who made their way to him.

Hiro was a good blacksmith, arguably the best in the area. His forging skills came from his hometown of Shirogane, where he worked as an apprentice. His mother's knowledge of the local ores made her a perfect match for the skills Hiro possessed. Even before the occupation, the forge had already gained a good reputation in the area.

Hiro and Gwyenbryda had met by chance, or so she was told. Gwyenbryda had sailed to Shirogane to sell raw materials from the mines on one of her father's ships. Hiro, barely an adult, was in the harbour that day, waiting for the ships to arrive to buy the materials for her workshop.

By all accounts, it was there that their eyes met, and from then on they were madly in love.

Months went by, and the boat did not come back. Hiro gave up his daily visits to the harbour and resigned himself to the rest of his life.

Gwyenbryda, on the other hand, was a torment to her father for the next few months. She wanted to go back to Shirogane, and she wanted to go back home with the Roegadyn that she had seen in the harbour.

A voyage of this magnitude was something they only did once a year at most. It was very expensive and they had to make sure that the sale of the material was profitable.

Gwyenbryda, as stubborn as her grandmother, decided to try to take over her father's ship and set off alone for the eastern lands.

Fortunately, she was discovered as she tried to undock the ship. She was taken away and locked up in her house.

Two years had passed since her last voyage. Gwyenbryda had been banned from the port and was under constant surveillance.

Tired of having to deal with her, her father finally decided that the only way to stop her from trying to escape was to take her back on board. To find the Roegadyn who had somehow stolen her heart.

When they finally reached the harbour, even before they had tied up, Gwyenbryda darted off into the workshop area in a desperate search for Hiro.

The sight, she thought, must have been curious. A Roegadyn running through the docks of Shirogane, entering each workshop, staring in silence, then running off to the next, but eventually she found him.

In the last workshop, at the far end of the harbour, a Roegadyn was working with her hammer. Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around.

There she stood, grinning from ear to ear, and all of a sudden she had no idea what to do or what to say at that very moment. Panic gripped her. The words could not come out of her mouth.

Uncertain of what to do, Hiro stood with the hammer in his hand. He had always been a very reserved person. This situation had completely blocked him.

For a few uncomfortable seconds the forge stood still. Only the crackling of the furnaces could be heard in the background.

The silence was broken, however, by the entrance of Gwyenbryda's father, who was panting for breath. Fearful that his daughter might do something foolish, he ran after her as soon as the boat was in place. When he finally caught up with her, he was confronted with an unexpected scene. But before anyone could say or do anything, he decided the best thing to do was to take his daughter and apologise to the owner.

She was unable to do so. Gwyenbryda turned.

Her face was as red as a plum. She stormed back to the boat amidst the confusion of those present, who had no idea what was going on.

To everyone's surprise, Hiro dropped the hammer. He took off his apron and ran after the Roegadyn without saying a word.

What happened next was something she was never told about. She was only told that within a week, Hiro set sail for Gyr Abania, leaving his native Shirogane behind.

I've already gone off the tracks...

She remembered it with a smile on her face. She missed her parents. She missed the warm nights when they used to gather under the stars and tell stories to each other.

What would have happened to me if I had stayed, what would my future have been like?

The light coming through the windows signalled that it was already lunchtime. Maybe I should eat something before continuing.

Since I'm in Ishgard, I could stop by the Forgotten Knight's. Hopefully they'll have some of their stews.

#ff14 #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv #femroe #my fic #ffxiv fanfiction #fanfic #helpmeIcan'tstopwritingthis #Elanor's story

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kai-skai · 1 year

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Somehow multiple people on my dash have gotten into Tamsyn Muir's The Locked Tomb, and it's been recommended to me as well. Having read the first two books, I ... can't really get into it. Here's my review (with some spoilers for those two books). (Also, this turned out more negative than I intended. Sorry about that if you like it, no offense intended, maybe just skip reading it.)

Gideon the Ninth was mostly fun. The writing is a bit too slow for me sometimes (detailed descriptions of settings/fabric/other stuff that I don't really care about), the worldbuilding a bit too vague/little, but okay. Gideon doesn't have much going on spends most of the time ambling around somewhere beside the plot being unhelpful, and since this fits her character perfectly and we get plenty of snarky commentary out of it, this is fine by me. The plot itself starts off very slowly and then kind of happens all at once at random. Maybe I've missed clues or important details - I guessed that Dulcinea was not all she seemed, but not much else. The characters' actions don't have much effect either: pretty much everything except for the final standoff would have happened more or less like it did with a completely different set of characters as well. This fits with Cytherea's powers and (apparent) agenda, so alright, but it also means that I spent a lot of the time just going "huh? well... alright, I guess this might as well happen" in slightly confused tones. The character or perhaps rather relationship development of Gideon and Harrowhark was savory and delicious, very nice, no notes (except maybe for “more of this pls”). The rest of the characters stayed somewhat flat for me (in some cases due to dying off early), with a few notable exceptions (Palamedes and Camilla, but... that's basically it). Overall I'd give it something like 3.5/5 stars, finished it fairly entertained and with both curiosity and some reservations for the next book.

Harrow seemed like a driven, systematic, and fiercely intelligent character in the first book, not to mention a necromancer with (necessarily) a good grip on the mechanics of this essential aspect of the world. I expected this to mean that the second book would have a stronger (tighter, more coherent) plot influenced heavily by the main character's actions, that it would contain more explanations of necromancy's abilities and restrictions and more analysis on what the various necromancers were doing, and that it would probably be more my usual speed in terms of how the main character thinks (albeit less funny).

Given these expectations, Harrow the Ninth was disappointing.

* Harrow's internal voice, to the extent it even existed, was bland. She seemed to sleepwalk through the first two acts completely, with no more emotional reactions than some dislike for basically anyone and anything around her and no discernible thoughts. To some extent that was to be expected given the traumatizing ending of the first book, but it just went on for waaaay too long. If she had any particular kind of feeling about her past self locking away some of her memories, if she ever sat down to think through whether to trust her past self or not, we didn't get to see it. If she ever suspected that the memory block was involved in her difficulties with her Lyctoral abilities, and perhaps even re-evaluated whether to follow her past self's wishes in light of this information (which her past self could not have had!), there was nothing of that in the book (including the later acts). I kept waiting for her to wake up, only to be frustrated chapter after chapter. This got somewhat better in/after the third act, with at least some thoroughly satisfying soupy (heh) action, but... honestly never to the extent I had hoped.

* Characters: ugh. Everybody is assholes. Mercy? Asshole. Augustine? I wasn't entirely sure about him for a second there, but yep, asshole. Gideon the First? Asshole from the start, a hot second of maaaaybe in the middle, oh and then he's dead. Ianthe? Asshole, relationship with Harrow seems to develop for a while, except then apparently she deliberately gaslights Harrow about something important (maybe! unless Gideon is wrong about Cytherea's body beneath Harrow's bed being real! which is a distinct possibility, given that Gideon only has Harrow's eyes to look through, but this is never resolved and potentially irrelevant anyway and this is immensely frustrating to me.) Harrow desperately needs a hug, but is surrounded by assholes, so that only seems even remotely possible for like five sentences spread out through the book. God actually had me rooting for him and hoping for a bit, but proves to be Actually An Asshole Too around the start of act three. Oh, and then at the end all of them turn out to be a slightly different shade of asshole than they seemed to be for most of the book. Which I genuinely cannot bring myself to care about, at all. And I actually really hate all of this, because... these are near-immortal beings who have spent ten thousand years more or less with each other, through high-stakes situations, set apart from the rest of their universe, and there are these tantalizing glimpses of genuinely complex and deep relationships and an interesting view of the world, but they fizzle out in assholery and are also mostly ruined by/at the ending. So yeah. Then there are also the dead characters, which are actually not completely dead, but most of what they do happens in that space of "this might be an elaborate false memory, although it's probably something else, but I have no way of knowing what" which puts a real damper on getting invested (at least for me, YMMV).

* Plot: in all the frustrating sleepwalking of the first two acts, Resurrection Beasts are set up as the Big Bad for later, one of them coming for God with potentially Houses-ending consequences. Then there's also a mystery threat that may or may not even be real in any meaningful way throughout the Canaan house parts. Then, the Resurrection Beast happens (and turns tail) offscreen while characters are busy doing Other Stuff (e.g. going “no u want Harrow to like you more than she does” at each other, eavesdropping on assholes), the mystery threat is explained but mostly after it's been made irrelevant by killing (and also is part of a whole other group of baddies we don't really know anything about but that are mentioned here and there throughout the book), and also Harrow - you know, the main character - spends most of the actual action sitting around watching/listening to other people doing things, and so does Gideon. The potentially House-ending consequence of God's death turns out to be no biggie because he can't die anyway, right before he's put into a completely different danger (let's call it superhell) that was kind of offhandedly introduced along the way, and then he gets away anyway. I just... look, I can't care about any of this. Nothing has been set up in such a way as to make me care. I don't care whether Mercy and Augustine are traitorous assholes in addition to regular assholes, because they're assholes either way, and because the asshole they betrayed is someone I also don't really care about. The Houses ending seems sort of vaguely bad in a "there were characters from there that seemed nice" way, but they’re offscreen and the on-screen characters don’t seem to care all that much about them, so the emotional impact is limited. The New Group of Maybe-Baddies is pretty much a complete unknown - they apparently toss around nuclear weapons and try assassinations but also a couple of non-dead characters are there now for some unexplained reason? (Which we learn in a completely random encounter that sooort of drops a clue or two about later happenings, but that stays... jarringly random.) Once again, most of this is - as far as I can tell - impossible to figure out or anticipate in advance. While I got the Ortus/Gideon switch, that wasn't much of a mystery given that we already knew Harrow had altered her memories. The River's possibilities are not really clear early enough that I could guess at what's going on with Canaan house, and they are disjointed from the main narrative (with no indication that Harrow is reliving/dreaming/thinking about any of it). Harrow's existence doesn't make much - if any - difference to the plot at any point, only Gideon’s eyes are important for Betrayal Reasons. I suppose there are some things I've learned (Gideon's parentage, a bit about Alecto's wards), but these were... not actually questions I was all that curious about, and learning it almost incidentally from assholes yelling at each other doesn't feel very satisfying. A mystery that I thought was getting solved when Abigail brought up Harrow being haunted (namely, What The Fuck Is Up With The Body Following Her) was un-solved again when the haunting turned out to be a new character. Another mystery (why God would lie about how to become a Lyctor) doesn't get solved because somehow nobody asks.

* There are some meme references sprinkled throughout the book (I caught none pizza with left beef, jail for mother, and... I think another one?), which some people like, but I mostly found them incongruous with the rest of the tone. Which makes me wonder if uncaught and slightly-incongruous references are further negatively affecting my opinion here. I was promised that the Cool S would be important somehow, but as far as I can tell it was just randomly on a piece of paper beneath a Harrow hallucination and irrelevant otherwise.

I dunno. Maybe these books are better at a second reading, when you already know what's going on and can pick up more clues? Maybe there is some actual content in Harrow's hallucinated notes that I didn't get because I didn't have enough context yet? At least it would put some of the soundbites that are just unintelligible due to missing context at the first read in, well, context. But I don’t really want to reread them.

Aaanyway. Might get curious about the other books via fanfic/fanart, but at this point I’m leaning more towards reading synopsis (synopsises? synopses?) online than towards reading the actual books. I don’t really trust that the payoff from reading the actual books would be worth the effort for me.

#actually let's not tag the books/series/author here #let's keep the tags for positive stuff

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some dol love interests’ sleeping habits headcanons

⚠️ brief mention of nonconsensual touching in kylar’s section and dubcon in whitney’s ⚠️

low confidence robin:

Their lack of confidence follows them to bed, with them mostly sleeping in fetal position or on their stomach. It provides a sense of security they don’t typically get in their day to day life.

Mumbles in their sleep a little, usually nothing coherent, but you can sometimes make out your name

Makes the cutest sounds as they wake up.

Sleeps with a pillow tucked between their legs. It’s cozy.

traumatized robin:

Traumatized Robin is plagued with nightmares.

Their cute mumbles are now more or less whimpers or pleas.

Wakes multiple times a night in a cold sweat.

They’ve somehow curled in on themself even more.

Tosses and turns all night long.

Has wet the bed once or twice, but you would too with nightmares like theirs.

Don’t mention the darkening bags under their eyes or their frequent yawns; just let them nap on your thighs after a long day.

high confidence robin:

Isn’t it amazing how just a little bit more confidence can change a person? Sleeping habits are no exception. Nowadays, they tend to sleep on their side or stomach, though you can sometimes find them curled in on themself after a particularly rough day.

They still mumble about you, of course; you’re always on their mind.

Unfortunately, they kick now. Not too hard, just enough to be annoying. It’d be cute, if you weren’t so damn tired.

whitney:

Can sleep literally anywhere, anyhow. It’s impressive, really.

Is usually out as soon as his back hits the bed; being an asshole is exhausting, ya know?

Sleeps with, like, three or four blankets and the room chilled to subfuckingzero. Steals the blanket just to be an ass.

Wakes up at exactly the same time every morning like clockwork, no exceptions.

Oh, and he Kicks. Hard. Sometimes on purpose.

Try to cuddle with high dominance Whitney and you’ll find yourself being kicked off the bed.

If they wake before you, they might stick your hand in warm water and demand head as an apology when you wet the bed.

Will press their cold feet against your back when you least expect it.

eden:

If you’re not around, they usually opt to sleep on their back. It’s not always the most comfortable, but it is the most practical for emergencies.

Extremely light sleeper, as the game confirms. Sleep so light, you can only wonder how they’re getting any rest at all.

Total blanket hog, but, hey, at least they’re a natural heater.

One might think them a snorer, but I say otherwise. Sound attracts trouble and trouble is the last thing Eden needs.

One might mistake them for corpse if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Sometimes you check their pulse just in case.

Starts the day off horny. Good thing they have an obedient spouse to take care of it.

kylar:

Notoriously cold feet.

Sleeps on their side with their hands between their thighs

They absolutely have a dakimura of you. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Wet dreams every other night. All of you, of course.

Insomniac. Usually burns time by jacking off to pictures of you reading comics. That or they sneak into your room to watch you sleep. Hysterical Kylar might do more than watch.

Their sheets haven’t seen soap or water since they got them.

Sometimes giggles ominously in their sleep. It’s creepy.

If you are somehow find yourself sharing a bed with kylar, they will hump your leg when he thinks you’re asleep.

Keeps a knife tucked neatly under their pillow and a bottle of pepper-spray on their nightstand.

avery:

So, so many pillows.

Primarily sleeps on their side, but sometimes they’ll collapse onto their back after a particularly rough day at work.

They do not snore. If you value your well being, you’ll never mention otherwise.

Deep sleeper; once they’re out, they’re out.

Has, like, twenty alarms all set five minutes right after the other.

Bed head for days. Snap a picture when they’re not looking. Do it. I know you wanna.

Probably has one of those lights you can dim. Very finicky about the setting, can’t fall asleep if it’s even a teensy bit off.

Softest mattress ever. Huge, too. Sheets are probably even softer.

alex:

During the summer, they only sleep with sheets. The farm gets hot and they don’t have air conditioning.

Could probably sleep through anything. Nothing short of a fog horn in their ear could wake this farmer.

Snores. Loudly.

Absolutely, hands down the worst bed hog on this list. You’re literally falling off the bed. Good luck trying to push them back, though. It’s like trying to push a boulder.

Sheets probably need a good scrub. Who has time to do laundry out here, anyway?

Frequently forgets to turn off the lights before hitting the hay.

Passes out even before their back hits the mattress.

Doesn’t need an alarm clock, they just wake up.

Up before even the ass crack of dawn, as confirmed in the game.

Mattress is super fucking loud. I bet my left ass cheek that even Wren and his buds could hear you two getting down and dirty from the estate.

sydney:

Heavily prefers to sleep on their side, but you can find them on their back now and again.

Has fallen asleep at the temple many a time.

If you listen closely, you can hear the quietest snores. It’s adorable.

Prettiest sleeping face ever. They look so peaceful.

Hardly ever sleeps in.

Frequently falls asleep with their glasses on.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #there will be a part 2 #when my arms stop aching that is #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #alex the farmhand #sydney the faithful #tw: noncon #tw: nonconsensual touching #slight nsft #tw dubcon #just.nox

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment. He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

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