#he gave me a fidget spinner

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did they make kamen rider fidget spinners

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hiii love 💗 may I request a nsfw and a sfw alphabet thingy for gymrat miguel. I just need more of that man 😫😫

[Gym Rat Miguel SFW + NSFW Alphabet]

lab tester: Anonymous Participant 🩻

pairing: GymRat!Miguel O’Hara x Chubby!Reader, PlusSize!Reader, fem!Reader

summary: Me answering questions and yapping about Gym Rat Miguel!

content warning: 18+ for the NSFW portion so MINORS DNI, most importantly THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS FOR THE ACTUAL STORY (nothing too crazy, but some of the questions are things that haven’t happened yet + they haven’t even been together a year yet in the current story so there’s still much to discuss), lots of fluff, possibly the incorrect use of a fidget spinner?? (it's cute I swear)

word count: 9.1k, halfway proofread (sigh...)

a/n: Hi hii!! 🩵 You don’t know how happy I was to receive this request!! Any chances to talk about my Miguels outside of their actual stories are golden. 🥺 I tried to keep the responses brief so about 2+ paragraphs per question but we all know how much I like to write and yap 😭 so there's bound to be some long paragraphs. I do hope you enjoy!!! (This also gave me a chance to flesh out his character even more, which I appreciate more than you know, so truly, thank you Anon!)

I just refer to GR!Miguel as Miguel here because…we all know who I’m talking about.

A = Affection How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has a really giant heart so he’s extremely affectionate especially when it comes to his girlfriend. Usually, boys are taught to kind of control their emotions, but even with those teachings/societal rules hanging over his head, he was always a sweet and kind baby growing up. His abuela especially taught him to lead with kindness. 

ᰔ ᩚ He shows affection often through action. While he’s really familiar with all of the love languages, he’s quicker to do something for someone (acts of service) before he does anything else. His second most used love language has to be words of affirmation. Words and communication are a sensitive thing for him so communication is key even if he can be oblivious about it sometimes. 

B = Best friend What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is definitely the "dad friend," or really, the "parent friend" that’s always making sure you’re ok. He knows how to parallel park and owns at least two of the ugliest ties you’ve ever seen in your life (thank you, George). He’s also EXTREMELY huggable, even in his tall and lanky days, and gives really nice advice. If you’re struggling with something, he would lay everything out and help you problem-solve. Overall, he’s just very sweet. 

ᰔ ᩚ For Miguel, a friendship could start with you constantly talking to (bugging) him or being able to keep up with his nerdy hobbies. You want to hear him sort out quantum physics? He’s sold. On the other end, anyone who is nice to him and treats him like a human has a fair game of becoming his friend.

C = Cuddles Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

ᰔ ᩚ Does he? He craves it! He will literally stop what he’s doing to find you just to cuddle. It’s like a way to regain his energy if you're in his arms. At the same time, he’s very comfortable despite all that hard muscle. At home, he usually wears soft sweaters and joggers so he is indeed like a giant teddy bear. The older he gets, the more his body gains a nice balance between fat and muscle so it’s just really comfortable all around.

ᰔ ᩚ When he cuddles, he’ll usually shove his face in some plush part of you. He definitely loves laying on your chest which he lovingly calls his pillows or your stomach or your lap. He’s really clingy. If you’re out and about, he'll cuddle you from behind with his chin on your head or keep an arm wrapped around your hips. When you ask for a cuddle, he’ll gladly hold you on top of him and probably fall asleep. 

D = Domestic Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

ᰔ ᩚ He wouldn’t mind settling down, but it depends more on how you feel rather than him. He’s heard many stories from his mother, Abuela, and tías about how hard childbirth is so he’s very wary of that pain being inflicted on you. His mother has told him multiple times about how giant he was when he was born so he’s scared that whatever baby he could give you might also be huge. After he learned of Tyler, Conchata told him that she wanted to cuss Tyler out, but all she had was George in the delivery room so he suffered her wrath not once, but twice. 

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has fantasized about you with his babies, but to his shame, it was more about the process of giving you his kids rather than having them run around. He has to admit, he would love to see chunky babies with a mix of you guys’ best qualities. One family reunion with you taking care of your baby cousins might put him in a spiral. He’s sure that you’ll be a great mama and he’s confident that he’ll be the best father. If that doesn’t work out, he’s aiming for tío of the year for the many nephews and nieces his brother is sure to have. 

ᰔ ᩚ In terms of domestic qualities, he’s spent so much time with his abuela that he knows more dishes than his mom. He’s also had times when his mom got sick of constantly cooking for him, so he’ll be up at the crack of dawn fixing his own meals. His cleaning could use a lot of work. He knows the basics, but his family always fusses at him to do more than that. In front of you? He becomes a new person. All of a sudden, he remembers the ways his mother fussed at him to clean the house.  

E = Ending If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

ᰔ ᩚ Even though emotionally he’s extremely mature, he’d probably be a wreck when it comes to breaking up with you. He loves very deeply and separating from you has a high chance of sending him to the ER. If he doesn’t pass out while breaking up, he’d definitely be extremely sick afterwards. 

ᰔ ᩚ If he had to break up with you, he’d do it face to face because anything else is an insult to you. It’ll be somewhere public enough that you’re free to walk away from, but private enough to where no one will be like “wtf is up with those two?” He'll write out what he wants to say a thousand times over and have his desk littered with notebook paper. In his ‘speech’ he’ll praise you heavily but say something along the lines of “even though you are my sun, I can’t continue to drain your light.” Just VERY dramatic and heartfelt. He’d probably be sick enough to puke after watching you go. 

[Good thing this will NEVER HAPPEN. Even I, the angst lover, can not take that torture.]

F = Fiance(e) How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is fully committed to you even without the ring. He is quite the planner, so as soon as he reaches the end of undergrad, he’s already planning out his proposal. Of course, he’s asked you how you feel about marriage and has peeked over your shoulder at your Pinterest boards so he has an idea of what you would like. However, he’s truly a romantic, so he’s pulling out all of the stops. 

ᰔ ᩚ He doesn’t feel the need to get married right away because you both have huge futures to explore, but damn it, he wants people to know that you’re taken, so maybe he’ll buy you a promise ring. He’s willing to wait until you both have stable jobs before making the huge step to marriage, but he fights the urge to propose to you constantly. He also spoils you like crazy and he wants to earn the money for your rings rather than asking his family for help.

G = Gentle How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is the definition of a Gentle Giant. Really, it’s something that first grew from his mom always fussing at him to be a big boy so as to not make Gabriel upset, but his Grandma has always been so kind to him because she felt that Conchata treated him differently than Gabriel. 

ᰔ ᩚ Physically, he’s always extra aware of his surroundings because now, not only is he tall, but he’s also wide. There’s a new strength to him that he learned to control after roughhousing with Gabriel got a little too rough, ending in a fractured wrist bone. Miguel was crying more than Gabriel on the way to the hospital. He ended up helping him in saxophone practice for weeks. For you, you’re like his personal weighted plushie. He’s not going to be too rough, just firm squeezes every now and then. 

ᰔ ᩚ Emotionally, he’s always careful of what he says to others. It takes A LOT for him to yell or blow a fuse. He knows how much words can hurt so he never wants what he says to be the reason that someone is hurt. He cries at the drop of a hat. He’s gotten better at not crying so easily, but he definitely can’t see people he cares about cry. That night that you sobbed in his arms, he cried a little with you then and a lot while you were in the shower. When you first got together, he feared that his tears might be the breaking point for you but every time he cries in front of you, you’re there to wipe them away. 

He’s definitely crying on your wedding day.

H = Hugs Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

ᰔ ᩚ He loves hugs, but he’s certain that his family is sick of his hugs. Just like how big dogs don’t realize how big they are when curling up somewhere, he is very similar when he goes to hug his closest family. His Abuela will often fuss about how he’s just a big baby and Gabriel sets a three-minute time limit, claiming that he’s going to transfer his body heat if he hugs past that. His dad is not really known for hugging and his mom gets irritated too fast. You are the only one who can stand his hugs that feel like they last a lifetime. 

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel’s hugs feel like really warm firm clouds. His waist is itty bitty so your arms can completely go around it but if you put your hands in other areas, he’s bound to start borderline purring. You’re a lot softer than him so he craves seeking you out for hugs. He likes to give them for any occasion: when you’re about to part, when you see each other for the first time in a while, when you finish a set, when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you’re out shopping and are indecisive about which color of a product you should buy, when you’re taking too long in the art store, when you’re fresh out the shower, etc. He’s just a cuddle bug read: clingy boyfriend.

I = I love you How fast do they say the L-word?

ᰔ ᩚ [According to the story] Miguel calls you his love over the phone during Thanksgiving break which is about four months after knowing you and about three months into dating. He calls you his darling by the time the New Year comes around, he also won over your mom a little after Valentine’s, and he admits to himself that he’s falling in love by the time the spring semester has ended.

ᰔ ᩚ He doesn’t say he loves you out loud until the dinner party after everyone pisses him off which is roughly seven months into dating. However, all of his actions from the handwritten cards to the handmade crafts to the thoughtful gifts to the sweet words have all been signs of his growing love for you. Quite frankly, he would have told you he loved you sooner if he didn’t want to freak you out and he tells you so the night his mother demeans you.

J = Jealousy How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

ᰔ ᩚ You haven’t seen the extent of how jealous Miguel can get, truly, you just know of the couple of times he’s almost knocked people out or been completely rude to the people he’s thought were trying to lead you on when he was standing right there. He has shocked himself with how green he gets but it doesn’t stop him from feeling that way. When he gets jealous, he’ll find little ways to show others that you’re his such as PDA, lingering a bit too close to you, glaring directly at others whose eyes are planted on you for far too long, or getting really mean towards people who make advances.

ᰔ ᩚ Oddly enough, he’s never aware of the things that he does that attracts others because he’s so busy trying to be cordial that it may come off as flirty. It’s very hard for him to push people off him because that’s never really happened to him until he started bulking up and again, he doesn’t want to hurt people that haven’t hurt him.

K = Kisses What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel’s kisses are consuming and soft, warm and inviting. He gives you his full attention and pours his entire heart into it. The feeling of him against you only really leaves you wanting more, so you have to snap out of it and tell yourself to regain control. He could probably spend an entire day just in your face making out without ever going further, but he might need frequent trips to the bathroom to calm himself down. 

ᰔ ᩚ He likes to kiss you on your lips mostly but his other favorite places to kiss you are your stomach, your collarbones, and your thighs. He has to limit himself from leaving marks all over your skin because he’s keen to do it if you don’t stop him. He also likes to be kissed on the lips and he especially loves it when he doesn’t expect them. Surprise kisses have him on cloud 9 for the rest of the day. He really loves it when you won’t bother to reach up to him or lean him down and you settle on kissing him in the middle of his chest. It feels like your lips warm up his heartbeat. Lastly, he feels ignited when you leave kisses on his back, especially the back of his neck. To him, it’s like a promise for more or a way to ignite him. Start kissing his back and he’s not letting you leave him for at least 20 minutes. 

L = Little ones How are they around children?

ᰔ ᩚ Kids use him like a jungle gym. He is a fan favorite amongst his baby cousins who are always asking to be thrown in the air. He would think some babies would be afraid of him, but once they’re in his arms, they’re either really excited about how high off the ground they are or they’ll fall asleep instantly in his arms. 

ᰔ ᩚ He’ll often tire the babies and kiddos out and his family will find him in a pile with him as the pillow to little heads. 

ᰔ ᩚ Another key thing is that he won’t use baby voices with babies, but rather he’ll talk to them like normal human beings. It’s very useful when he has to break up fights between his baby cousins who often argue over who gets to play with him first.

M = Morning How are mornings spent with them?

ᰔ ᩚ Mornings with Miguel are more like Miguel going to do his workout while you sleep. You’re not really a morning person, so you’re a bit drowsy whenever he kisses you all over your face before he leaves. He always chuckles at your sleepy state and urges himself to not get distracted, but more often than not, he wants to stay with you. Some mornings, he’ll get right back in the bed with you after his shower and kiss you until you wake up. 

ᰔ ᩚ On the mornings that you do go with him to the gym, it’s mostly him talking with you humming along one-word answers until you’re actually fighting for your life in the gym. Afterwards, he always takes you to go get breakfast whether that’s a smoothie or him making you something. 

N = Night How are nights spent with them?

ᰔ ᩚ Nights with Miguel are very loving! If you let him, he’d do everything from shower with you to brushing teeth together to skincare to hair care and so on. Being that both introverts and creatives often work/operate better at night, sometimes you both are up at all times of night doing anything. You could be drawing on your iPad while he’s up playing games with your feet in his lap.  

ᰔ ᩚ Sometimes this is also when he lets his most intimate thoughts slip out. With his head on your chest and your nails scratching against his scalp, he’s in his most vulnerable state.

O = Open When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

ᰔ ᩚ Rather than revealing things about himself, all of his drama just happens to unfold for him. The way he brought up Tyler Stone, the super famous tech CEO, being his father just happened to be the time when you were doing something extremely serious. 

ᰔ ᩚ He can tell you things and open up about his past, but you never really grasp how serious it is until it appears before your eyes. His turmoil with Kron was 4+ years in the making and the first time you met Kron just so happened to be the time Miguel connected his fist to his face. His relationship with his mom is something that’s been an uphill battle and you haven’t really seen how bad it can get, but you’ve felt how cruel she could be. Tyler's yearning for a relationship with his youngest son is something you see happening in real-time. 

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is as open as he can be, but nothing ever really prepares you for the real deal.

P = Patience How easily angered are they?

ᰔ ᩚ It takes a lot to push Miguel’s buttons because he often lets things pile up and boil over. He’s not easily pushed to true anger until someone hurts the people he loves. One time, Gabriel kept coming home crying but he wouldn’t tell Miguel who was hurting him. Once Miguel found out, he ripped the kid a new one which led to Conchatta grounding him for a week. His Abuela was proud of him for standing up for his brother and Gabriel snuck him sweets when he thought their parents weren’t looking. 

ᰔ ᩚ He really wanted to say more to his mother that night she hurt you, but Kron took most of the brunt of that anger which helped him level out a more reasonable response to his mother. He doesn’t like seeing you hurt especially over things that he finds to be beautiful about you.

Q = Quizzes How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has been taking in details about you ever since he first saw you in his Biology class. It was almost as if he was studying you. He knows your favorites, he remembers your friends, he listens to you constantly, and stores things for later. He even begins to know the subtle habits that you have. 

ᰔ ᩚ The only things that tend to go over his head are when you mention really advanced art techniques. As much as he tries, it never really sticks. He also conveniently forgets how often he asks for cuddles.

R = Remember What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has a bank of lovely memories about you stored in his mind (and many more to come 😗). One of his favorite memories was when you went out of your way to make sure that those sorority girls got suspended. He often lets bad things happen to him until he can't control it, but you immediately caught the situation and nipped it in the bud right away. He’s never really had anyone do anything to that extent for him as fast as you did and even though he knew he wanted to pursue a relationship with you before, from that moment he knew that you were special.

ᰔ ᩚ Another memory is the last-minute birthday present that you got for him. It was so thoughtful and sweet and he’s constantly using it. The two of you were only at the sproutings of a relationship so to make such an impactful gift meant a lot.

S = Security How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

ᰔ ᩚ He’s extremely protective. This means little things from making sure that he’s the one walking closer to the street and watching your drink while you’re dancing to big things like intervening when men don’t catch the hint to roughing up men that don’t respect your boundaries. He’s willing to use his brute strength in order to make sure no harm comes to you but he hopes it never has to get to that point. He’d rather use his strength to carry you in his arms. 

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel doesn’t really feel the need to be protected but when you go out of your way to protect him, he can’t help but think that it feels nice. Like, look at my girlfriend going out of her way to make sure that I’m alright, to make sure that I know that I deserve to be protected too. There’s really no other feeling like it to him.

T = Try How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel goes through so much effort for anything that involves you. He tends to go a little stir-crazy when planning. He marks up his calendar, sets appointments, makes calls, pulls certain strings: anything he can do to see a smile on your face. He remembers so many details about you just so he can pull together the perfect gift. With Tyler trying to get on his good side, he may or may not have asked him to help him out with things that are on the expensive side. 

ᰔ ᩚ However, there are things he does that does not involve so much money. Your cafe dates, your study dates in the library, your handmade gifts, and your nights riding around in his Range Rover getting late-night food. If you’re sick, he’ll bring you tea and make you soup. He’s there when you’re cramping, soft hoodie on and heating pad in hand. He waits for you after your art classes, ready to carry your portfolio across campus. He takes your glasses off when you fall asleep with them on and soaks your oil brushes when you’re in a rush. He cares about you deeply.

ᰔ ᩚ Your one-year anniversary is soon…what does Miguel have planned? 🤔

U = Ugly What would be some bad habits of theirs?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has a nasty habit of overthinking. He often thinks too much for his own good, which is why exercising is so close to him as it forces him to focus on his form and his sets rather than the running hamster wheel of words in his mind. His overthinking could lead to imposter syndrome which in turn causes him to question whether or not he deserves the nice things he has, whether or not he deserves to be with you. With the big reveal of the man he’s known all of his life not actually being his dad, it really only dug a deeper hole into the habit he’s had ever since his mom’s different treatment of him versus Gabriel.

ᰔ ᩚ On the other end of the spectrum, he can be a bit of a perfectionist which can lead to stubbornness. Conchata has berated him all of his life, so at first, he felt the need to appeal to her good side as her son. The older he got, the more this turned into battles of proving her wrong. No, he wasn’t a bad influence on Gabriel. Yes, he could get all A’s and stay up playing video games. No, he wasn’t afraid to end up alone. Yes, he would try to go to some far-off college. 

ᰔ ᩚ His relationship with his mother is far from fixed, and there's no telling how these habits are to continue to affect his other relationships.

V = Vanity How concerned are they with their looks?

ᰔ ᩚ At first, Miguel would just own a few nice looks here and there. He’d only really care about the quality of his graphic tees, the softness of his sweaters, and trying to avoid high-water pants. Between his parents and his grandma, a lot of the clothes he got made him resemble a lanky old man. It wasn’t until he started to bulk up that his wardrobe took a change. His old tees could barely fit over his arms and the bigger ones got turned into crop tops to chill out in. His sweaters went to Gabriel who threw them in the deepest pits of his closet. 

ᰔ ᩚ Gabriel ended up styling him at one point which resulted in a lot of extra basketball shorts and god-awful t-shirt hoodies. If it weren’t for Dana and his older cousins telling him that he looked like an extra off of Jersey Shore, he would have never changed. He quietly asked Tyler for some kind of stylist which in turn helped him to find more clothes that fit his new body type. 

ᰔ ᩚ When you come around, you expand his style even more with your eye for detail and your insistence on having coordinating outfits. You know what looks good on him and with the way your eyes trail his body, he for sure knows what you think is hot.

W = Whole Would they feel incomplete without you?

ᰔ ᩚ Absolutely. 1000%. (More of this will play out a bit in Part 10…)

ᰔ ᩚ Obviously, in any Honeymoon stage of a relationship, the couple can feel extremely lonely without their other half. Miguel is an absolute yearner. He hates parting ways no matter how at ease he feels by himself. He never really thought of himself as someone who needs a partner, but now that he has you, he’s trying to juggle between knowing when to give you space and knowing when to impede your space. He feels a lot lighter when you’re around, a lot freer. Tackling college felt so foreign to him, but with you, he feels like he can conquer anything. 

ᰔ ᩚ If you were to ever leave this world before him, there would already be enough bits and pieces of you left to fill the half of his missing heart. The only thing is, he would miss your presence dearly and that radiant smile of yours. In his dreams would be the only place where he could feel whole again. X = Xtra A random headcanon for them.

I have three

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel loves PDA, but sometimes, you’re still a bit shy about it, so you found a compromise: a fidget ring. When he wants to love on you so bad that he can’t stand it, but you’re hyper-aware of the people around you, he’ll take your hand and just start spinning the ring. It’s your sign that he’s craving your touch. It doubles as a distraction when you’re in crowded spaces and his energy levels are low. You can tell when he’s ready to leave an event with the way he’s fidgeting with the ring. A slower tempo means he wants to exit a conversation, a faster tempo could mean he’s overwhelmed or nervous, and moving the entire ring around means he’s ready to go. It’s an effective system for communication between the two of you.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel loves, loves, LOVES girly pop music. It gives him so much energy during his workouts and what’s better is that they’re really catchy. He hasn’t gone out of his way to watch any of the music videos or learn the dances, but take him to a concert, and he’s bound to know the words. He also has a high chance of being put on the Jumbotron or being called up on stage which could lead to intense screams from others and an awkward dance from him. Gabriel has a stan account that he refuses to show his brother’s face on because he knows it’s bound to be his most popular post.

ᰔ ᩚ Even though he’s extremely book smart and intelligent, when it comes to you, the Himbo gene activates. One compliment from you, no matter how small it is, could have him grinning like a fool all day. Whatever it is you complimented him on will be brought to the forefront constantly. He’ll buy a horrid amount of cologne just because you said you liked the way he smelled that day. He’ll take pictures of himself at the same angle because you thought one photo of him was good enough to put as your phone background. He’ll get worked up with one touch in public from you, especially if you haven’t touched him all day that day. He might even do something that you mentioned off-handedly from a TikTok or a tweet like buy a t-shirt with your face on it or have the lights on his Range Rover doors reflect your name. Sometimes you have to tell him to cool it, but if you praise him for it, he’s going to keep doing it.

Y = Yuck What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

ᰔ ᩚ In general, Miguel doesn’t like when people aren’t direct. He’s not a mind reader so he prefers when people say exactly how they feel rather than beat around the bush. People have done that far too much with him so he gets irritated when he’s put in a situation where the other party is not being upfront with him. He also hates when people are bullies for no reason. He’s not here to figure out why someone is taking out their insecurities on others but he will put them in their place. 

ᰔ ᩚ He also severely hates when people interrupt his sets. If you see he’s using the machine and he’s in the zone, why are you bothering him? He likes to think that he gives off the energy of a determined Gym Bro but in reality, he just looks really hot racking up those weights. Either way, don’t fuck up his set.

ᰔ ᩚ In a partner, he wouldn’t want someone that disrespects his family. He knows it’s a little dysfunctional, but his partner has to be truly dedicated to him before they even think about complaining about his family. He also tends to like his partners on the thicker side. He’s for all bodies, but he prefers when his partner has something he can feel so he honestly wouldn’t like it if his partner was too much smaller than him. 

Z = Zzz What is a sleep habits of theirs?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel always needs to hold onto something when he sleeps. Whether that be the pillow, the comforter, or you, he needs something in his arms. It can make for a very hot bed so whenever you guys are going to sleep together or taking a nap, you make sure to have a fan right by the bed. More often than not, he’s sleeping without a shirt on.

ᰔ ᩚ One other habit is how he gets when he’s really sleepy. He gets a bit whiny and grabby with tears threatening to fall with how much he’s yawning. He’ll say things that he won’t remember the next day like how pretty you are or how much he loves you. He might talk in his sleep a bit before he’s completely out of it which makes for hilarious videos. Like this, his snores are a little louder and his face pressed against the pillow is super cute. 

ᰔ ᩚ In the morning time, when he doesn’t have a workout planned, he might have a little drool from how hard he slept. If you wake up before him, he’ll squint at the light and mumble about what time it is. 

[THE MAJORITY OF THIS SECTION CONTAINS THE TRUE SPOILERS]

A = Aftercare what they’re like after sex

ᰔ ᩚ During sex, he gets in a specific mindset similar to the one he has in the gym, so it might take him a minute or so to snap out of it. He’ll be so wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment that he’ll forget that he needs to stop and make sure that you’re ok. Once he’s back focused, he’ll wipe your body clean and massage the muscles he’s sure to have stretched out. After that, he’s in dire need of cuddles and kisses.

B = Body part their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

ᰔ ᩚ Other than his face, which he agrees is pretty hot, his favorite body part of his own might be his arms. He worked hard for them! He’s always shocked looking back at old pictures of himself, seeing how he’s nearly triple the size, and wondering who that guy is. He also thinks that the Stone side has blessed him greatly with his dick. He’s always been well-endowed. When you came into his life, he found a new great appreciation for his own thighs, although he’s still battling with the thought of you wanting to be choked in them.

ᰔ ᩚ For you, what part of you doesn’t he like? He couldn’t really choose if his life depended on it because there’s so much to love. However, there’s no better feeling than the weight of your ass and thighs against his lap. If you could use him as a chair constantly, he’ll never complain. It’s the perfect position for him to feel you up and plant his face right in your cleavage. If your back is to him while you’re on his lap, then his hands are immediately on your stomach. You used to hate it at first because he would just squeeze at it or tickle you constantly, but he really loves to place his hands on the warmest parts of you, and right under your stomach happens to be one of those zones. 

ᰔ ᩚ If he said he liked his forehead being pressed up against your stomach while he ate you out, you wouldn’t get mad, right?

C = Cum anything to do with cum, basically

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel hasn’t really talked about it with you but, he especially loves it when he marks you. You always look so pretty with him painted across his skin, and he has so much to give. When his dick is down your throat and you try your best to swallow all of him, he feels feverish when it spills out down your face. He can’t help but think about how gorgeous you look. When he’s fucking your thighs and it spills onto your skin he just wants to rub it in.

ᰔ ᩚ When he’s inside of you and it just won’t stop dripping out of you, it riles him up even more. You’re his and his alone.

D = Dirty secret pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

ᰔ ᩚ He does have a few! One of which is fantasizing about you riding him on the bench press bench while the other side of the gym is occupied. It’s so unlike him, and when the thought first passed his mind, he was so ashamed he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes for a day, nor use the bench press without getting lightheaded. Just the thought of you leaning over him blocking out the bright lights of the gym, sweat dripping onto him,  and watching your ass hit his skin in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors was enough to get him to plan out how to build out his gym in his future home. 

ᰔ ᩚ Another is the amount of times he’s gotten off to the thought of you before you were officially together. He told you about the wet dreams, but he didn’t tell you how bad it was. He’s not sure if he’s ever produced that much cum in his life. It’s a wonder he was able to hold steady conversations with you with how head-over-heels he was. He fantasized about the sounds you would make and tried to remember how your body felt against his from the little touches you gave him. He tried to hone it down because, god, that’s creepy, but you were so radiant that you never really escaped his mind.

E = Experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is what I deem as a “virgin slut.” He’s very inexperienced when it comes to love, relationships, and sex, but he knows too much by proxy.  Again, he’s the parent friend that’s always giving advice, so for the most part, he knows what and what not to do. He’s heard about the things that his friends have done and he’s wondered what experiencing it would be like with you.

ᰔ ᩚ Would you like this position? Would you want to try this with him? Does he want to know what this would feel like? While he feels a little embarrassed to be so inexperienced, he’s happy that you’re excited to share these new experiences with him.

ᰔ ᩚ In terms of sex and foreplay, he’s learning as he goes, going with what feels good and what you react well to. He’s constantly researching, remembering, and trying out new techniques. You’re his first, and if he has any say in it, his last, so he feels that there is plenty of time to get to a more experienced level.

F = Favorite position this goes without saying

ᰔ ᩚ Any position where your breasts are in his face is a position he’s happy in. There’s nothing like watching them bounce while you ride him within an inch of his life. He wants to look at them, he wants to put his mouth on them, he wants to suck them, he wants to bite them: just put them in his face.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel also really adores any position he can hold you in. He notices how excited your body gets when he’s balancing you in his arms while pounding away. You get so wet that he’s mesmerized. The tight feeling of both you around him and your shaking hands gripping his shoulders keeps him going. He really just wants to see every ounce of your body move with him.

ᰔ ᩚ Did he tell you that he wanted you to sit on his face today or did he forget to set his reminder? 

G = Goofy are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is very serious in the moment because nothing is funny about your pleasure. All the laughing and giggling will happen before he’s sinking into you. He’s very serious about watching your face and your body for anything new and familiar. Did you think something was funny before? Well, he’s making sure that you’re not laughing by the time he’s finished.

ᰔ ᩚ Rather than being goofy, he will ask you something out of left field in the middle of the moment if he feels that you two have something to work out.

H = Hair how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is not the hairiest but he also doesn’t not have hair. His friend waxed him for practice one time and he’s certain that he’ll never let her do that shit again. He keeps his face clean because he feels like growing out his facial hair makes him look scruffy, although you’d argue that he looks pretty cute. 

ᰔ ᩚ His happy trail does lead like a nice present to his gift that keeps giving. He will let you trim him from time to time and help him wax when the sun is getting too hot. 

I = Intimacy how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

ᰔ ᩚ He is very intimate during the moment, especially during your first few times together. He’s always reassuring you and holding you close. His eyes never really leave your face when you’re pleasuring yourself or reaching your peak. He loves to talk into your skin and your ears. 

ᰔ ᩚ If he’s not grabbing onto you, he’s holding your hands and rocking into you. He’s kissing your wrists and your cheeks, wiping any tears away. Where you might not be able to speak, he’s asking yes or no questions, wiping your hair out of your face, and telling you to let go. 

J = Jack off masturbation headcanon

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel’s sessions usually take a lot, but since gaining a roommate, he can’t go all out like he usually does. He cums a lot so he usually has to put a towel down or waits until he gets into the shower to fully let go. He prefers to use both hands whether that means lifting his hips off the bed while he jerks or holding his dick in one hand while playing with his nipple in another. 

ᰔ ᩚ His sessions after you both get together were even messier, especially with you giving him new material. Voice recordings, polaroids, phone calls: all of it is being used for him to get off when you’re not near. 

ᰔ ᩚ Once, you called him in the middle of one and he was winded as ever. You recognized those breaths the instant he talked and brought him to the hilt with your voice alone. He fell a little more in love with you that day but panicked when you wanted to switch to FaceTime. 

ᰔ ᩚ His chest was….a mess, but you giggled at how cute he was anyway. 

K = Kink one or more of their kinks

ᰔ ᩚ Praise kink: Miguel loves to hear that he’s doing well. Please tell him that he’s doing well, he craves it. There’s definitely a reason that he needs to hear you urge him on, but your voice always sounds so good when you’re in his ear. Tell him how good he made you feel, tell him you’re proud of him, and maybe call him a good boyfriend and he’ll start trembling. 

ᰔ ᩚ Hair pulling: This is one that he didn’t know he had until you accidentally yanked his head too hard while trying to stop him from tickling your stomach with his breath. He kind of froze when the groan came out of him, leaving you staring at each other for about three minutes. Once he realized what happened, his face went beat red and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes for the rest of the night. You promised him it was ok, and tested out a little hair-pulling a few weeks later which he thoroughly enjoyed. He especially loves it when you pull his hair while he’s in between your legs. He cums almost instantly. 

ᰔ ᩚ Semi-public sex: There’s something about fooling around in “private” public areas that turns him on. On the balconies of hotel rooms, in private yacht pools, in dressing rooms, in his car: he just can’t wait until he’s in the bedroom, he needs you now. Are you both louder than you should be? Yep. Does he care? Not really. 

L = Location favorite places to do the do

ᰔ ᩚ Again, he loves semi-public sex, but he also really loves even more intimate places like on vacation in your hotel room or on your dorm bed when Jess isn’t in there. (Although you’ve told him many times that having sex in that open room could be rude. As a compromise, he brings you to his dorm and fucks you there instead. Peter can live.) He really wants to make love to you in his childhood bedroom (the room is full of him but he wants your scent in his sheets), but he knows his mom is far too nosy for that to even happen. He’s not even sure if he could make out with you without her coming in there to check on you two. 

M = Motivation what turns them on, gets them going

ᰔ ᩚ Honestly, you could probably just stand there and Miguel would conjure up a way to be turned on. Seriously though, it’s little things like seeing your midriff or hearing you call him baby in a different tone, especially if you’re doing something sexual, that gets him going. If you do something like extensive PDA (rubbing up against him, kissing him long enough to use tongue, dancing on him), wear clothes that show off your body, or when you stare at him while he’s doing his work.

ᰔ ᩚ If you’re wearing a dress that he can see your fupa through? Hard. When you’re doing jumping jacks next to him in the gym during his sets? Turned on. When you wear his clothes? Rock solid. When you take the initiative? Puddy. When you let others know that he’s yours? You might not make it to your destination without him touching you in some way.

N = No something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

ᰔ ᩚ He’s not into degradation AT ALL. He’s way too much of a gentle lover/boyfriend to ever put you on a lower level than him whether it’s supposed to be enjoyable or not. 

ᰔ ᩚ He is also not into pain specifically when it comes to giving it. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He might do a light smack every now and then but he can’t bring himself to inflict pain, especially if it bruises. The closest you might get to that is if he gets too carried away when pounding into you, and once it’s all over, he’ll feel like a dickhead. It takes him a while to realize that you don’t mind it when his skin is slapping against yours hard enough to sting later.

ᰔ ᩚ One last slight turn off is choking. He’s never going to be comfortable enough to wrap his hands around your neck. You’re determined to let his thighs squeeze you at least once, but if he hurts you by accident, he might do something incredibly drastic. 

O = Oral preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel O’Hara is a munch. Miguel Munch O’Hara. He could stay down there for hours. Being that the first time he ate you out he actually had you screaming, he would say that he’s pretty good at it. But! There’s always room for improvement. For example, he wants you to sit on him and he wants to heat you out while you’re sitting on his shoulders. He’s slowly, but surely, inching his way there.

ᰔ ᩚ He likes giving more than receiving mostly because he can’t look down at you giving him head without losing his mind. At least if he’s eating you out, he can keep going if he cums. If he cums while you’re swallowing him, he needs at least a minute or two to reset. Not to mention, the sounds your throat makes when you’re sucking him in makes him conflicted. You promise you like it, and he loves the feeling, but he’s still wary of fucking into your mouth and hurting you.

P = Pace are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel’s pace is deep, slow, and sensual because he has to pace himself. If he’s wrapped up in you, he’s bound to forget about his own pleasure in place of making sure you’re feeling good, but once you get to sinking him in and squeezing so tight, he wants to hold that out as long as possible.

Q = Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

ᰔ ᩚ They seem nice. If only he could commit to them. Quickies often turn from 10 minutes to 20 minutes to way too long in a compromising position. Also, there’s way too much to clean up for what he does with you to be considered a quickie.

R = Risk are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

ᰔ ᩚ With you? He’s willing to try most things, although they’re mainly vanilla. Risks for him might lead to late night trips to CVS for a pregnancy test so it’s best that he researches and plans things out thoroughly. Right now, the most he might be eager to do is change up the positions and try not to touch you.

S = Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has a lot of stamina! He’s not in the gym for shits and giggles. Still, to him, he has a lot of work to do in terms of going all night. Right now, he can last for about 2-3 rounds without breaking a sweat. If he focuses on you, he can extend that number to about 4 rounds. His refractory period is also pretty stellar if he must say so himself.

ᰔ ᩚ Now, whether or not you can keep up with him is to be determined. 

T = Toys do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel has been too scared to own a toy living in his mother’s home, so he’s never bought one. (How Gabriel got away with buying the most obscure things, he’ll never know) The only thing he has is the bottle of lube that he frequents and his extra sets of towels to cover his bed.

ᰔ ᩚ On you, he’s happy to try out whatever you’ve got. He was really fascinated with the mechanics of your rose toy, but he’s also determined to make you have the same reaction with just his mouth alone. What kind of boyfriend is he if he can’t make you forget about your tiny pieces of plastic?

ᰔ ᩚ He’s also interested in trying out different types of lube, but he’s got to research which ones are really worth it.

U = Unfair how much they like to tease

ᰔ ᩚ Open the dictionary, flip to the T section, slide down the pages until you find the word “tease,”  and you’ll see Miguel’s government name on the third definition of the word. He likes to claim that you’re a tease when really, he’s just a horny himbo. He knows what he’s doing when he sends you sweaty gym pictures. He knows what he’s doing when he dresses up all nice for you. He knows what he’s doing he’s all in your face in public, feening for a reaction out of you. He messes with you on purpose. 

ᰔ ᩚ Let this behavior make it to the bedroom and he’s either going to regret it once you take over OR he’s going to continue it until you’re coming apart in his arms. Teasing you always leads to great, great sex.

V = Volume how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is loud as fuck. He has to cover his mouth when he’s alone in his room thinking about you. When he’s inside of you, if he’s not moaning into your mouth, he’s breathing heavy right in your ear or groaning loudly right into your shoulders. He’ll often be louder than you. If you’re moaning with him, he encourages you and sings right along with you. 

ᰔ ᩚ If you’re focusing on his pleasure, he’s hyper-aware of the sounds he makes so he tries to muffle them which leads to whimpers and whines. You love it when he gets this way.

W = Wild card a random headcanon for the character

ᰔ ᩚ Hip thrusts are a great exercise for the lower half of your body and should never be missed on leg day. They pinpoint the glutes, the abs, the hips, the hamstrings, the back, and the quads. With a steady added weight, anyone who is doing this exercise possibly is sure to grow those muscles greatly over time.

ᰔ ᩚ Miguel is never missing a chance to do hip thrusts because he is determined to fuck you this way. He can only imagine the shock on your face as he holds you up and pumps into you with a steady rhythm. 

ᰔ ᩚ He’s never missing leg day.

X = X-ray let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

ᰔ ᩚ He’s definitely a shower which is why his tiny little exercise shorts can get buck-eyed looks sometimes. The first time you saw him, you felt yourself panic a bit. But the weight in your mouth? Indescribable. 

ᰔ ᩚ To you, he’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen. If you had to guess, he’s probably 8- 9 inches, but it doesn’t really matter when you’re watching him leak like a faucet. He curves so nicely and definitely feel the effect of it when he lands. Watching it twitch to life has given you more inspiration than you care to admit.

Y = Yearning how high is their sex drive?

ᰔ ᩚ It’s too high for his own good. He can switch like a light and be ready to go down in you within minutes. It’s that foggy himbo mindset and the fact that you’re his first girlfriend. There have been many times where he’s gotten distracted by just thinking about you and the things he wants to do. He riles himself up when researching techniques, so of course he’s ready to be in you at any time.

Z = Zzz how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

ᰔ ᩚ Once you’ve both settled down, he’s out like a log. Let’s be real, not only has he probably worked himself up, but you definitely knocked him out with how good you gave it to him. He uses all the stamina during sex and when it’s over, the energy just fizzles out. It’s funny because you would think you were supposed to be the one that’s barely holding on, but there he is, mumbling into your skin.

ᰔ ᩚ This is definitely the time to get really soft responses out of him: satisfied, pussy-whipped, and dozing off.

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Self Control

Katsuki knows that self control is not something he is good at, he has a hot temper and he rarely speak without a scowl or shout. But it's not the worst example of his lack of self control.

He was silently sat in his office as he spins the phone in his hand like a fidget spinner, contemplating whether he should give in to his greed or try to not give away himself but after a couple of minutes debating with himself, he decided to give in to his selfish need.

He pressed dial and it wasn't long until somebody picks up.

"Kacchan? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Katsuki held the phone tightly against his ear, his heart beating fast out of anticipation. "Where are you?" he asked with a low growl, trying to act normal, right, this is how he is with everyone right? Not soft, but tough. "Oh I'm on my way to your office now, I brought us lunch." Katsuki's eyes widened when you suddenly came in holding two lunch boxes in your hand with a grin.

He ended the call and rolled his eyes as he walks toward you, taking the lunch boxes away from you. "You're my secretary, not my personal cook. We could've just ordered or somethin'." he clicked his tongue, sitting down at the couch while you settle down beside him with a soft chuckle, ignoring the rough attitude.

"Oh come on, we both know it's not healthy. Plus, I also bought some lunch to Ni-chan, I figured I'd give you something too." you told him, giving him a spoon and fork so he could start digging in.

Katsuki finds himself watching you as you took your first bite, so, you went to see your brother. Now, that is what he needed exactly to remind himself why he needs to chill and practice self control. "How's Izuku?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the way your knees brushed against each other, since when did his couch in the office got so tiny? He couldn't properly savor the meal you cooked because your whole existence is making his senses go haywire, did you change your shampoo? And why is your hair put up? Why is your neckline exposed like that? Why is it that-

"Kacchan?"

Katsuki jerked out of his thoughts when you snapped your fingers in front of his face, "What?" he didn't mean to say it a little harshly but he saw that you were taken aback, you withdrew your hands away from his face with a defeated sigh, as if burnt by a raging hot fire. "N-Nothing, I'm sorry. Just call me if you need something." you immediately clean after yourself and exit his office while Katsuki groaned out of frustration, noticing the tears threatening to fall in your eyes but he couldn't do anything to stop you from leaving his office.

"Fucking hell." he buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream.

He didn't mean that, no, but he had to do his best to try and put up an act. This is him trying to control himself, he needs to get back to his senses, he should've know that it's a bad idea for him to hire you as his secretary, but no, he gave in to his own desire to keep you close and now it's becoming his own torture.

He can't bring himself to pursue you, no, he can't do that to Izuku, or maybe it's not really the bro code that he's being wary of, maybe it's your rejection that he's running away from. Because why would you even want anything to do with him? He knew that Izuku has forgiven him for all of the things they went through as children but what about you? What if you're still seeing him as your big brother's bully?

He banged his head on the table, he needs distraction, or else he'd storm out of this office to find you to just hold you tightly in his arms and never let go.

You were teary eyed when you left Katsuki's office, did you do anything wrong? You thought you two are becoming closer, but how come he's all snappy again? Well you always knew how unpredictable his mood is, but a part of you hoped that Katsuki would care to not snap at you the way he does with everybody else.

"YN?"

You looked up and saw Shoto looking down at you worriedly, "Hey…" you greeted, hoping that he won't noticed the dried tears on your cheeks, but when you felt his thumbs wiped your cheeks, you knew that you failed to hide your sadness with your fake smile.

Shoto looked around, "Is he mean today?" he asked, gently patting your head before pulling you in for a hug. You shook your head and held onto his shirt. "J-Just the usual…I'm just being a little sensitive today, I guess." you told him and Shoto gently rubbed your back.

"You should've worked with me." he joked, trying to lighten up the mood and you pulled away from him with a chuckle, "I should've…I was just too stubborn." Shoto sighs, well, he's not one to understand this kins of sacrifice, but he tries, and he sees how much you want to work with Katsuki to stay close and support him, and he knows exactly why. "Mina's having a party tonight, come with me, the girls can probably help you with this." you smiled at Shoto and hugged him tightly, you know that he's awkward, but since he knows your real feelings for Katsuki he tries to ease your struggles by just listening and you're thankful for that.

"Thanks, Sho."

Shoto smiled. "I can't do much so I think you'll be better to find someone who can relate since all I can do is listen." he pat your head once again and looked at the closed door of Katsuki's office, "I'll talk to your boss now." you just nodded and sat back down on your seat, scrolling through your phone to send a text message to Mina and the others to inform them that you'll be at the party tonight.

"EHHH?!"

The girls had the same reaction when you told them about your feelings for Katsuki, none of you can speak for a few minutes all of the girls are trying to find reasons as to why you've fallen in love with Bakugo Katsuki. Ochaco was the first one to break the silence, her fingers on her chin as she looks at you with a surprised look. "You know, I used to think you'd fall for Todoroki-kun rather than Bakugo-kun." she told you as before she closed Mina's wide open mouth.

Momo nodded in acknowledgement, recalling the times where you and Katsuki would often scream at each other while you were all sweet and calm with Shoto, for years of being your friends, the girls genuinely believed that it will be you and Shoto. "And you guys are pretty close aren't you? In fact there were rumours that you were dating." you sighed, you are seen with Shoto in public a lot of times, but it was because he gives an effort to try and distract you from your inner struggles because of your feelings for Katsuki.

"Ehhh, what a shame, we thought you guys came together here to announce your relationship officially or something."

Momo giggled and then others followed, "Oh come on guys, you're forgetting my real issue." you groaned as you took another shot of tequila. You were well aware of the attention that you get when you hang out with Shoto but you never knew that the girls actually thought that you are together. It was frustrating, really if you were being honest, Shoto was the man of your dreams, the typical prince that you used to dream of marrying as a kid but reality is far from princess, knights, and castles. And in this reality your heart is not stolen by a prince but a raging man disguised as a dragon.

"I mean this could actually help." Mina comforted you as the other girls squeezed you with their hugs, whispering sweet nothings to make you feel better.

"We'll make sure that we'll find out if he likes your if he's still a jerk after all these years."

With all honesty you were just hoping that they'd listen to you, it's not like you want to do anything to let him know about your feelings, especially that your friendship and his friendship with your brother will be at risk but you forgot how enthusiastic Mina is when playing the matchmaker and now you're scared of whatever she was planning next and so the next thing you knew, Mina dragged Shoto towards you with a smirk that could only mean embarassment or trouble for you.

"Kirishima is on the way with Bakugo why don't you guys wait for them here in the couch together?" Shoto was forced to sit down beside you and you looked at the other girls silently begging for help. Shoto on the other hand is just drinking quietly, having no idea of Mina's scheme.

Kirishima went through hell just to convince Katsuki to come and join the party, "I've got morning patrol you shitty fuck." the blond complained as they arrived but despite his death glares and never ending curses, Kirishima didn't let himself given for he was more scared of getting beat up by Mina if he won't succeed in bringing Katsuki in for tonight's party.

"Just loosen up will 'ya?!" Kirishima made his way through the crowd, dragging the complaining Katsuki with him but the blond froze midway, making the red head turn towards him. "Come on, dude. We're already here! It's too late to back down!" Kirishima pulled his friend but Katsuki was still staring at something or maybe someone…

When Kirishima followed Katsuki's gaze, he can now fully understand why the blond was frozen in his place. Even with the flashing lights and the crowded place, he was able to see what Katsuki was looking at.

Shoto was slow dancing with you, his hands on your waist, while your hands were wrapped around his nape. Faces close to each other, forehead and nose tips almost touching, it looks so intimate.

Katsuki could feel his world crumble at that moment, and he wanted to run as far as he could but he couldn't especially when he heard Mina's enthusiastic voice yelling for him and Kirishima. The red head looked at him apologetically, "Sorry dude. I didn't know they'd be here." Katsuki said nothing and went straight to grab a drink but even as he settled down on the couch nearby, his eyes was still fixed on you and Shoto.

His eyes scanned how you seem to be so relaxed in Shoto's touches and in his arms, for fucks sake you were even smiling, and he feels like in your world, there's no place for him, no place for Katsuki because everything is reserved and dedicated for Shoto. He let the bitter taste of the alcohol as it travele down his throat, his stomach filled with something warm, his temperature rising as he watches you and Shoto even more.

It reminds him of what happened earlier, if he didn't put on an act of keeping you at arm's length, will it change anything? Is he gonna be the one to hold you tight while Shoto is the one downing drinks the way he does right now? For some reason, his eyes sting, is it because of the burning sensation traveling up his throat? Damn, he should've known he'll never be able to have you, he could only settle for this, keeping his distance because why the hell would you even look at his way when you have the perfect man in front of you?

Shoto on the other hand could feel someone drilling holes at the back of his head with their glare alone and he already knew who it was without looking. Honestly, he's not a fan of the plan that Mina told him, but he decided to go with it, after seeing how you look so defeated. As someone who witnessed your secret admiration for Katsuki for years, this is the least he could do for you.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked innocently, afraid that he might step on you or something. You giggled at him and nodded, "You're a little awkward but you got the spirit." you joked and Shoto chuckled, a very rare moment that even you rarely witness. "Oh wait, is that a chuckle?" Shoto just shook his head, going back to his usual stoic expression.

"Can you see him?" he asked, looking down at you. "No, you're kinda too tall for me to look over your shoulder." Shoto thought for a moment, he ponders whether he should do it or not, a part of him knows that if his observations were right, he coud either help you or he might end up with some serious injury but he figures if it's for his friend's happiness maybe he should try his best to show Katsuki what he might lose if he'll turn a blind eye on your feelings for him.

"I'll lift you and take a quick look."

"Wait what?!"

It was late, Shoto lifted you off the ground by your waist to let you up in the air for a quick moment so you can observe Katsuki behind him and your eyes widened when you met his gaze as you gripped on Shoto's shoulder tightly.

Mina and the other girls were shocked of how far Shoto played his part in this plan, and when they turned to look at Katsuki's reaction, it was an enough testament of his true feelings, especially when the blond placed his glass harshly on the table, almost crushing it before making his way towards you and Shoto.

You didn't even have time to think when Shoto put you down, because before you could even look at your friend, Katsuki's hands immediately snatched you away from Shoto and he dragged you away from the group.

Katsuki was cursing in his head, why did he let his temper get the better of him again? He should've just left without dragging you, now he's standing in front of you and he couldn't even utter a word as to why he snatched you away from Shoto. Fuck there's no escaping this now, no dumb alibi can sound reasonable after he straight up snatched you from Shoto like a kid upset that his favorite toy is held by someone else.

Self control. Control. Control.

It wasn't enough for him to chant it in his head, because before he could even try to do something logical or reasonable his body gave in and he let his head rest on your shoulder before wrapping his arms on your waist, inhaling your scent, letting his mind and his soul etch your scent an the warm feeling of your skin against his, if this is the last time that he'll get to touch you like this, he needs something to hold on to for his own sanity.

"Please…." he whispered weakly almost begging. He doesn't know what he was begging for, but he's at the end of his wits, he's left with no further layers to strip down, no more masks to wear, because everything that he is lays bare in front of you, his whole existence is at the palm of your hand, he feels tiny, and so vulnerable, he would've fallen down on his knees if you didn't place your hand on his back.

As you let your hands rest on his back, you felt him shaking, and when you heard him sniffing as you felt something wet on your shoulder you just realized that Katsuki was crying.

"K-Kacchan?" you called, not knowing what's happening. He stayed silent, just holding on to you as if somebody will take you away from him as he let his tears roll down his cheeks then onto your shoulders.

"Please…don't be in love with someone else." he whispered quietly, his hands around you holding you tighter, as if his own sanity depends on it. "I'm sorry…but please…choose me." Katsuki knows that this was pathetic, in fact this was the lowest that he thinks he could go, for someone like him to just break down like this, he knew he's at his wits end, he's been fighting himself for these feelings for years, in fact he couldn't even remember how long it's been but tonight is the last straw, if he hides this from you any longer he could burst into flames and be consumed by his own love for you.

He couldn't bear to see your sparkling eyes fixed on someone else, he couldn't see your delicate hand held by another, he couldn't bear hearing you laugh because of someone else, he wants all of it to be his, he wants to be the one to make you smile, to make you laugh, to be the one to hold you in his arms, to be looked at by your sparkling eyes, and he'll go crazy if all of this will be someone else's.

Your eyes widened when his voice broke, your arms automatically wrapped themselves around him, hugging him back.

"I've chosen you long ago, Kacchan. It's always been you."

Katsuki pulled away a little but his protective arms still around you, "B-but you and Shoto…" you shook your head and wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks, his ruby eyes glazed with tears threatening to fall once more.

"Oh come on, if I like Shoto I would be working with him and not stuck with your grumpy ass." you told him with a glare and Katsuki was frozen for a moment before he hugged you tightly, his face buried on your neck, "I love you…always have, and always will." he confessed, dropping the tough guy mask he's been wearing around you for years, who cares about self control? If his heart wants you, why should he restrict himself from wanting you?

"Can I kiss you?"

"D-Dumbass you can't just ask and just expect me to---"

Katsuki cupped your face and gently pressed his lips on yours, it wasn't long till one of his hands found your waist once more to pull you closer, he gently nipped on your lower lip, earning a sigh from you before he pulls back, breathless.

"Can I hear you say it?" he asked, a part of him afraid that this is just a dream and he needs to hear you say it or else he'll believe that he's going insane.

"I love you." you chuckled before standing on your tip toes to press another quick kiss on his lips.

[kaitofuji]

ok so i’m seeing a lotta angsty tdb headcanons going around (don’t get me wrong i LOVE them and theyre all literally sosoSO good) but i wanna lighten the mood a bit so im just gonna share some silly/lighthearted hcs i have !! (in no particular order ofc)

- One night when Sho went to the campus store to look for some ingredients he ran into Kaito there, who was ALSO buying some cooking supplies! That’s how he learned that Kaito knows how to bake, and he’s been getting some really good recipes from him ever since! (no Kaito doesn’t know that Sho basically thought he was a cringe loser before 😭)

- Jin suffers from chronic migraines, and that’s the real reason he sound proofed his room, but no one else needs to know that. i mostly have this hc bc i also suffer fron migraines and i wanted to share my pain with one of the ghouls lmao

- Haku is actually really into fashion/styling, but not in the same way as Romeo or Leo are. he likes to go to thrift stores and buy vintage clothes, and he even has a finsta where he posts his outfits! it’s really lowkey and he keeps his face hidden, but he has a pretty decent following on it!

- Towa LOVES bamboo. it’s like one of his favorite plants to snack on! He’s asked Haru to get some for the park but 1) they don’t currently have any anomalous animals that need it and 2) importing bamboo stalks is expensive :(

- Jiro has been told countless times by multiple different people that he has a great voice for asmr. a part of him really wants to try it out, as it’d be another way to help people, but his workload is heavy and keeps him busy. he also thinks that Yuri would find it silly and disapprove of it, so he keeps this little dream to himself

- Sometimes, when Haru is busy with his indoor chores, he lets Peekaboo watch Bluey! And if he has free time he’ll watch it with them lol!! He’ll never admit it to anyone but he secretly looks up to Bandit pfft

- Ritsu has fidget spinners and other stim toys that he uses whenever he studies. it helps him stay focused and even keeps him from getting stressed out whenever he has to deal with his captain and vice captain lmao. he keeps this a secret though bc he thinks taiga and romeo would make fun of him for it (they wouldn’t)

- Tohma is actually allergic to cats! since he’s a ghoul, regular cats like the ones on campus don’t bother him, but any cat-like anomaly he’s ever dealt with has always left him sneezing and with watery irritated eyes lmaooo

- Alan once saw a Cinnamaroll keychain while he was out running errands one day and thought it was so insanely cute that he bought it. He was immediately embarrassed by it though and gave the keychain to some random kid. Cinnamaroll is now his favorite sanrio character.

- Despite living in Obscuary and being a literal Reaper, Rui can NOT handle scary movies. Especially if they’re really gorey. He’s more so disturbed that a regular human would come up with such dark and violent movies, and that there are people out there who are WILLING to watch it.

- Luca has a pet dog back home !! She’s an older German Shepherd with a bit of an attitude lol. She waits at the door for him (and his brother) everyday.

aaand that’s all i got for now lmao!!! i’ll probably post more but this is getting kinda long so i’ll just leave it here lol

[sirfrogsworth]

Adventures in Cardiology

Went to my heart doctor appointment today.

It reminded me how frustrating and inefficient medical appointments are.

They tell you to get there 20 minutes early. But then they call you in 10 minutes late. Then I have a nurse weigh me, check my vitals, listen to my heart, and she asks why I am there.

I tell her any time I exert myself I get sweaty, dizzy, feel like I am going to faint, and then I sleep for 4 hours. And the most worrying factor is my heart rate goes above 140 or 150.

She does a heart test with the little stickers and the line squiggles on the screen. And then rips off the stickers from my hairy chest with reckless abandon. Except her "rip it off like a band-aid" technique was more like, "fail to rip it off and attempt to rip it off 3 more times."

I then go back to the waiting room.

Then a physician assistant calls me back to her office. She looks at my squiggly lines for a minute, listens to my heart (again), and asks why I am there (again). You would think all of the information I gave to the nurse would be relayed or in my chart. But I have to redo my entire spiel about the sweating and the fainting and the fast heart rate.

But this time she types everything I say into the computer. So surely it is all documented and I will not have to tell my story again.

(I probably need to work on making my foreshadowing less obvious.)

Oh, and she was typing with two fingers. I haven't seen that in a while. She was pretty fast for a hunt-and-peck typist. But the confusing part was she was younger than me. How did she survive university typing that slow? I'm curious if maybe she has a finger condition or some kind of repetitive stress injury.

She then leaves the office and I am left to wait again. I sat there for another 10 minutes playing with my fidget spinner keychain that looks like Thor's hammer.

Finally, an hour after my appointment time and 80 minutes after my arrival, the doctor arrived. He listens to my heart a third time and then I have to tell my entire story. Again. Then the physician assistant tells my story but with slightly more medical sounding terms. And the whole time the doctor had a look on his face like, "He just told me all this. Adding the word 'palpitations' does not give me new information."

The doctor shrugs and says I need to wear a monitor while exerting myself.

He'll see me in a "few weeks."

And after about 5 minutes he disappears into the ether.

THIS COULD HAVE BEEN AN EMAIL.

Or a phone call.

Like, they could have done a pre-interview on the phone and determined this would most likely require I wear a heart monitor and have that ready to go for my in-person appointment. But instead, I waited nearly a month to get this appointment. Now I have to wait a month to get my monitor attached. And then I will need a third appointment to go over the results.

And I'm willing to bet I will need to tell my story several more times before this is over.

[perseephoneee]

I would love to see secret santa with isaac lahey for ficmas!

secret santa (isaac lahey x f!reader) ficmas 2023

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 4 of ficmas!

a/n: my special special boy isaac for the holiday season. dedicated to @mayfieldss for being my wifey.

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“How did you convince Derek to let you host a Christmas party at his loft?” you questioned, laying on Stiles’ bed as you crocheted. Stiles spun around in his desk chair and occasionally put more red string on his “murder board.” 

“Because of my charm,” Stiles turned towards you, clicking a pen in one of his hands. You paused your crochet project to look at him with exasperation. “Okay, fine; I promised to leave him alone for a month and clean his car.”

“That sounds more accurate,” you chuckled, resuming your project. You let out a huff of annoyance as Stiles threw a paper ball at your head. “Why is this so important to you?”

“I thought you liked Christmas.”

“I love Christmas; I want to know what has got you in the overt Christmas spirit this year,” you asked pointedly. You started another row as Stiles let out a short breath. 

“We’re all graduating, and I’m worried that we’ll never spend another holiday together again,” Stiles admitted, scooting his chair back to slap a new magnet on his board. You dropped your project, scooting to the end of the bed so you could look at Stiles. He refused to make eye contact. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, touching Stiles’ shoulder. “Even being friends with you couldn’t get me to leave this place behind.” Stiles smiled, covering his hand with your own. You knew Stiles was nervous that we would all go our separate ways and never speak again, especially with him attending the FBI academy in the fall. Even the people you knew Stiles would pretend not to miss (Liam, Isaac, etc.), as his friend, you were fully aware he would miss everyone. 

“Y/N…thanks for always being my friend,” Stiles sniffled. You jumped off the bed to hug him, Stiles laughing as you almost tackled him. 

“You’re my best friend, buddy boy– you can’t ditch me,” you collapsed on the ground at Stiles’ feet, a smile covering your face. “Now, what must we do to prepare for this party?”

“Well, Lydia has got most of it covered. I did manage to convince her to do one thing, though, as a gift for you,” Stiles held his hands in front of him like a movie villain, and you started to get very suspicious. You got back up on the bed, curling your legs into yourself as Stiles gave himself a drum roll. “I got Isaac to be your Secret Santa.”

“You what?” you screeched, eyes growing wide.

“Look, even though I think Isaac is the worst, I know you’ve had a crush on him for years. This is why he will be giving you a gift this year.”

“That’s not very secret.”

“I’m also setting up mistletoe all over the loft. There will be other casualties to my mistletoe plan, but I will happily sacrifice that for your happiness.”

“I…have no words,” you gulped. You liked Isaac since you first saw him, even before he became a wolf. And then he joined your pack, everyone started hanging out together, and your crush grew stronger. You jumped at the opportunity every time you got to do stakeouts or other missions with just Isaac. You didn’t believe that he liked you back, though. You were human, a lot quieter than the other pack members, and also prone to word vomit when feelings of awkwardness arose. 

“This way, you’ll have something he got specifically for you.”

“Unless he gives me a gag gift because he doesn’t care.”

“If he does that, then he’s not worth your time. I’m saying that as your friend with the knowledge that you are a great person,” Stiles grins. He turns back to his laptop, feet propped up on the corner of the table and fidget spinner in his other hand. You had a slight smile as you returned to your project, and that smile didn’t leave your face as you spent the rest of the night with Stiles. 

The party happened a week later. You, Kira, and Mason had spent time getting a bunch of decorations to make it look more festive and then left Lydia to boss Parrish around on where to put things up. Lydia had a vision; none of you dared ruin it. It gave you time to go home and get ready anyway. You dressed in a simple burgundy sweater with jeans and boots but bothered putting on more makeup than usual. You even clipped your hair back with some star clips you found in the back of your drawer. When you returned to the loft, your jaw almost dropped with how pretty it looked. Twinkly lights and tinsel covered the available surface area, and a tree was in the back with presents already stacked. There was a table with all the amuse bouches one could wish for, and the scent of cranberries and oranges filled the room. 

“Happy holidays, Y/N,” Peter said from right next to you, giving you a minor heart attack.

“Someone invited you?” you exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Peter. 

“I’ve been tasked with taking coats,” he sighed, already bored. You handed him your jacket and quickly left, not interested in being another meal. Malia was by the dining table eating all the different meats and cheeses. 

“Merry Christmas, Malia,” you said, grabbing an olive and popping it in your mouth. 

“Who knew food could be so fancy?” Malia mumbled, not taking a breather before eating more. She looked like a kid at a candy store, and it made you laugh. 

“Food is still food, just prepared differently,” you responded. You watched in slight admiration as she chugged a glass of champagne before eating half a block of cheese. You wished for her metabolism so you could eat so openly. 

“I like the pigs in a blanket the best,” a voice said behind you. You turned around and felt your heart catch as you saw Isaac, a slight grin on his face. He was dressed in a blue henley, and the lights reflected brilliantly off his eyes. “Although, I’m more a fan of the blanket.” He proceeded to suck off the bread part of the pig in a blanket, leaving you with a confused expression. 

“Did you seriously just suck the bread off?”

“I said I was more a fan of the blanket,” Isaac answered, finishing the rest of his snack with an expression that read duh. Before you could react to whatever that was, you were handed a holiday cracker by Lydia, who was running around and gifting them out. These were wrapped in a green and gold floral print and tied with red ribbon. You held your cracker to Isaac, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He took the other end of the cracker, and you both pulled, the contents exploding from inside. You happily picked up your kazoo and paper crown before helping Isaac open his Christmas cracker. You traded your kazoo for his deck of cards before putting your crowns on. 

“Let me help,” Isaac said, positioning the paper crown on your head at the perfect angle. His fingers brushed down your hair as he stepped back, and you felt a blush coat your cheeks before you could stop it. “Look, now you’re a king.”

“Not a queen? Or a princess?” you asked cheekily. 

“Pretty sure you could be whomever you want,” Isaac replied, hands in his pockets as he looked down awkwardly. For a boy who wasn’t always the best with words and frequently struggled to pick up social cues, he somehow managed to find a way to flatter you. Before you could respond, Stiles clinked his glass to alert everyone to Secret Santa starting. You found a spot on one of the couches, curling up into the corner. Malia sat beside you, offering you a candy cane she stole from somewhere. 

“Thank you guys for bothering to show up today,” Stiles started, fingers anxiously tapping the side of his glass. “I’m happy to be included in this group of people, and…I don’t intend to lose you guys even when we graduate.”

It was one of the more severe things Stiles had ever said, and you could tell that it took a lot of willpower not to break into a joke. Everyone clapped and yelled kind things, though, and you knew it relieved some pressure from Stiles’ chest. 

“Alright, let's start this party as we trash Derek’s loft!” Stiles clapped as Derek glared from the back. “Chill out, big guy; I was kidding.”

You had to give your friends credit; they put together some perfect gifts this year. You were excited as you had Kira the crochet fingerless gloves you had made in pink and black yarn. 

“It has a mitten cover that you can button back,” you explained as Kira excitedly put them on and cooed over how soft the fabric was. Liam did try to steal them at one point before you promised to make him a pair. 

You were shoving a cookie in your mouth when Lydia announced that it was your turn to receive your gift. Avoiding Isaac’s gaze, you watched as Lydia brought over a small box wrapped in brown paper with a silky ribbon. You anxiously untied it, carefully peeling the paper away. You were greeted with an emerald green velvet case that you opened with a small gasp. Inside was a simple silver chain with three different charms on it. One of the charms was the Celtic ruin for protection, another a car with a Christmas tree on top, and finally a coffee pot. 

“I think I remembered that your family uses that sign for protection all over your home,” Isaac mumbled, a flush coating his cheeks as you finally looked up at him. “And the car is for when we were sent to get the Christmas tree, and you argued with the seller for trying to overcharge us. And the coffee pot is because of how you complain about needing coffee every time we hang out.”

You could feel your eyes tearing up as you looked at the thoughtful gift. Not only was it perfect, but Isaac gave it to you and put a lot of thought into it. You sat up, enveloping him in a hug that caught him off guard. Your face was buried in his shoulder as you inhaled the sweet vanilla scent that seemed to follow him. He tentatively hugged you back, bringing you in even closer. 

“Isaac,” you sniffled, pulling away. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The smile that covered his face was infectious, and you knew that if you sat there any longer, you would combust into giggles and likely start screaming (something Stiles has witnessed you do whenever Isaac would do something personal and pleasant for you). You excused yourself, exiting to the kitchen to get some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you also went to the hot cocoa bar and stole a snowflake marshmallow to nibble on. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Isaac ask in the doorway. You turn to face him, softening at the look of concern coating his features. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure. “It was just a perfect gift; I didn’t want to get too emotional.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Isaac whispered, looking down at an invisible spot on the floor. “I wanted to get you something that showed I cared.”

“I know you care,” you smiled, leaning against the counter. 

“I mean, like how I care about you,” Isaac breathed, slightly shaky. You furrowed your brows as your brain struggled to catch up. Isaac looked at you, waiting for realization to set in. When it finally did, your eyes widened to the size of saucers, and if the counter didn’t support you, you would’ve passed out. Instead of saying something, you glanced at the kitchen doorway's opening where Isaac was standing. 

“Mistletoe,” you whispered. 

“Huh?” Isaac looked confused, glancing around before finally glancing up. Conjuring courage you didn’t always have, you stepped right up to him and pulled him down for a kiss right under the mistletoe. He made a noise of surprise before finally placing his hands on your waist and kissing you back. 

“Happy holidays, Isaac,” you smiled, pulling away and looking up at him from under your lashes. His hand cradled your cheek before kissing you again, this time with the confidence of a boy who found his footing. You melted into his embrace, arms wrapping behind his neck and burying in his hair. One of his hands held the small of your back while he preserved your jaw, deepening the kiss. You let out a happy sigh as you let Isaac kiss the living daylights out of you as you thought to yourself:

This is the best Secret Santa ever.

[musei-thoughts]

𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

01.

𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖

(𝘯.) 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬

Ran didn’t know how he ended up being tied up to a spinning wheel. 

A moment ago, he was with Mikey and the others, enjoying the party. 

But now, he’s on the stage, knives getting thrown his way.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Just say the word and my assistant will spin the wheel faster!” The performer says.

The audience buzzed with excitement as Ran tried to maintain his composure, hanging helplessly on the wheel. He shot a look towards Rindou and the others, who were thoroughly enjoying the unexpected turn of events. 

“Go faster!! Surely you can do better than that!” Rindou shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Spin him faster!” 

“WHAT THE HELL, RINDOU?!” Ran screams from the wheel, earning a laugh from the audience.

"But you said you needed a bit of excitement in your life, Ran." Rindou mocked. "This is not what I had in mind!" Ran retorted.

The performer grabbed another set of knives. "You heard the man! Fasten your seatbelts, folks, we're taking this to the next level!"

The performer’s assistant, seemingly eager to please the crowd, gave the wheel an extra push, sending Ran into an even more dizzying spin.

As the wheel spun faster, Ran's shouts reached a pitch that only dogs could appreciate. The audience who were now more invested in the impromptu spectacle (and were truly enjoying Ran’s screams), erupted into laughter and cheers as the performer, with a twinkle in her eye, tossed more knives, each one closer to Ran but expertly missing him.

The act ends as one final knife was thrown right below Ran’s crotch, eliciting gasps from the audience. The performer bows, gesturing towards Ran like he was the star of the show. "Thank you, thank you! And a special shoutout to our human fidget spinner, Mr. Haitani!" 

The audience laughed and cheered for him as he got off the stage, clothes and hair disheveled as he tried to walk straight. Walking towards the others, he glares at them as he fixes himself up, “You are all dead to me.” He grumbles to his colleagues who were the ones who got him up on stage.

“Especially you.” He points at his brother, who only snickered at him, knowing that his brother loved him too much to even mean his words.

As performers left the stage, the quartet began to play a calm melody as all the excitement died down. “That was one hell of a show you put up for us, Mr. Haitani.” The men turned their heads towards your direction, where you stood in a dazzling black gown, silver crystals embezzling the bodice and waistline of the outfit. Your neck was adorned with a silver necklace, embellished with topaz and moissanite stones along with earrings that complimented the design.

“I apologize if I wasn’t able to greet you sooner considering that you came all this way to attend.” You smiled at them apologetically.

Rindou, decided to take this as an opportunity, holding his hand out for you to take while slightly bowing, eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint, “I suppose a dance would make up for it, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you took his hand, “Well, Mr…?”

“Rindou. Rindou Haitani.” He replied.

“Oh, you are related to Ran?” 

The said male smiles at you, “He’s my cute little brother~” 

“Shut it, aniki.” The younger Haitani spat before turning back to you, “Also, call me Rindou. There’s no need for formalities…” He leans into your ear, whispering, 

“...since I see us getting more acquainted in the future.” 

The feeling of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, making you weak on your knees. But, fortunately, you were able to keep your composure. “Well, Rindou, I wouldn’t want to be accused of being an inhospitable host.” 

With that, he led you to the dance floor, taking slow and careful steps before facing you and placing a hand on your waist while the other held onto your own. Ran watched his brother take you away, amused. He couldn’t deny that he was slightly jealous, but it’s his little brother we’re talking about. He’ll let Rindou have you for the time being.

“So, Rindou. What do you think of the party so far?”

The mullet haired male tries to stifle his smile, thinking of the past events, “Well, aside from my brother becoming a human target, I find it quite charming. The food was exquisite, as if the menu was carefully planned out. The music fits well into every part of the event, making it more immersive. And as for entertainment, well…” He pauses, thinking as he twirls you around.

“I think I’d be entertained enough if I had your attention all night.”

Before you could even say a word, the dancers changed partners, and now, you find yourself in the arms of a shorter male. He had long gorgeous white hair that reached his shoulders, with the side of his hair braided? Shaved? You couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Seeing you inspecting his face, he grins at you, “Looks like I’m the lucky one to sweep you off your feet next.” You chuckled at him, appreciating his confident yet lighthearted demeanor, “And who might you be? I assume that you’re one of Rindou and Ran’s colleagues?” 

“Kokonoi Hajime, but you can call me Koko, darling.” 

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, a smirk playing on your lips, “So, Koko, what do you do?” He twirls you out, then pulls you back into his arms, with your back pressing against his chest, “Oh, I’m an auditor in some big organization. I manage finances, make more money, and you know, do all the money talk.”

You couldn't help but be impressed, both by his smooth dance moves and his casual explanation of handling finances. You found his straightforwardness refreshing. “Ah, the man who knows how to handle the money. That’s impressive.” You complimented.

Koko’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, whispering into your ear,

“Well, I can handle more than just money, you know?”

Like with Rindou, people changed partners before you could even react. Now, you found yourself face to face with Ran’s tall figure. He swiftly pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against yours as he firmly places a hand on your back, making you put your right hand on his shoulder. His free hand grasps yours as the two of you face the same direction. 

The gentle music slowly dies down, transitioning into a lively yet smooth and romantic song. Ran’s eyes met yours, giving you a dashing smile, “Well, darling…”

“...Shall we dance?”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘵𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳?

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴: @haitani-maki @jebemticeluporodicu @rindouscumbucket2 @anyahlator @cienfleurx @mimisweetz

𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥: 2/27/24

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Hello there!! I'm not sure if you write for the riddler (and it's totally okay if you don't want to!) But I follow this guy on TikTok who shows these little puzzle boxes and such (@/ HenryPuzzles) if you wanna check it out for reference. I was watching one of his videos and it gave me the cutest idea! Yandad! Riddler making his little kid puzzle boxes, sitting there playing with them and encouraging them along the way. In a lot of the Batman series, especially Batman 2004 the animated series he's not a villain he's just broken :/ seeing him just heal his inner child while bonding with his own kid.

I really love this idea! Thank you so much for sharing it, anon!🥰

I’ve always loved the thought of yan!Edward with a darling (whether platonic or romantic) who genuinely took an interest in his riddles and puzzles. Just someone who took interest and enjoyment in his thoughts and contently listened to him go on and on about this and that. Not being disregarded and ignored or just flat out told to shut up would really mean something to Edward.

He would definitely latch himself to his kid, wanting to be a good father, a better father than what he had. He would go out of his way to create the most perfect puzzle boxes for his kiddo. He’s already naturally obsessive so when it comes to making or coming up with new riddles and interactive puzzles for his kid they have to be absolutely perfect and up to his standards before he even thinks about them being ready for his bby.

When he isn’t planning and going about his death traps for the unfortunate souls he’s targeted this time, Edward would be putting all his time and effort into his kiddos’ puzzles. He may even take breaks from his own criminal activities to put forth more focus and work into making something much worthwhile for his child, something they won’t finish in mere minutes. Speaking of which, Edward will try harder and harder to come up with more difficult puzzles for his kid all to help them get even better than before.

Also, Edward would be so excruciatingly proud and over the moon if his kiddo were to try and make him a puzzle box themself or to try and come up with a riddle that will stump him. He absolutely loves the fact that his child would do something like that for him. Even if the puzzle or riddle were easier than easy, Edward would still absolutely adore that his child went out of their way for him like that. He’d definitely teach them how to make similar puzzle boxes to the ones he makes for them so that they can gift him with something a little more next time.

I can’t help but imagine Edward’s kiddo making a crudely put together puzzle box that reveals a riddle after you solve it, putting together both of the things that Edward enjoys most. And you can bet you’re sweet summer bacon that he keeps his kid’s first puzzle box that they ever made him. He holds it very close and reuses it very often, it would be his form of a fidget spinner using it especially when he felt distressed or anxious. Even when he wasn’t he would still fondly use his bby’s crudely made puzzle box. Imagine his absolute horror if he accidentally broke the puzzle box? Or his utter wrath if someone else were to have broken it? I wouldn’t doubt that in some way, shape, or form, Edward would have his kiddo’s puzzle box with him in Arkham Asylum both for comfort and something to remind him of his bby while he’s away from them. God forbid anyone tries to take it away from him or use it against him.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

i saw the sirius headcanons by @lesbianmckinnonn which inspired me,,, so obviously here’s some james ones from me

second tallest of the fearsome foursome, but like ✨tastefully✨ tall. a modest six feet, just abouts (sirius is the tallest and he looms over people)

was a very lonely child (paranoid parents who had zero friends with children his age), which is part of the reason why he latched onto sirius so intensely shortly after meeting him

more about his childhood: got spoiled rotten in an almost literal way. his parents were busy people and he had to entertain himself with his toys. whenever his parents weren’t there for an important part of his early life, he got a new gift to ease the hurt

compulsively will share everything he’s got as a result. it’s how he shows love. one time he gave peter his old racing broom and peter hit him over the head with a dirty sock

attracted to sirius but tells himself that everybody stares longingly at their best friend’s chest. or neck. or fingers. or mouth. or—

has one dimple

his family is indo-dutch but they’re quiet about it (as indo families usually are). when sirius came to live with them the jar of sambal became a staple on the dinner table, as they had to cut down on the spice in their meals but they didn’t want to let go of it entirely

thinks english food has no taste other than salt. would’ve KILLED for some nasi goreng at hogwarts. had his parents send him sambal after week after the start of his first year to put on his peanut butter sandwich

isn’t very hairy despite the hair on his head being really thick and remus once said his forearm is ‘smooth, like an eel’. james then ordered peter to hit remus over the head with a dirty sock

can’t grow a beard it becomes really patchy lol

bites his nails (lily grouses that he’s lucky he’s got long nailbeds)

is really lean and wiry, like harry, but could probably lift all three of his mates on his back and carry them to class without breaking a sweat

he allows remus to take advantage of this on the really bad days before and after a full moon and lets everyone think he’s just showing off

c a n n o t sit still for the life of him. rip king you would’ve loved fidget spinners and popits

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Ball Bearings Are Simple Things

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723341 by JAWorley "Pete gave me a fidget spinner. Not sure why. The internals are interesting and are about to solve at least two problems I've been having with one of the suits." "Did he give it to you to pull apart for feedback?" Pepper asks. "No. Just as a gift. My birthday isn't even until next month." Pepper frowns lightly, pulls out her phone, taps a few times and says, "It's Father's Day." Tony stops cold, fingers freezing the device in place. "Must- just be a coincidence." Words: 1361, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Iron Dad, Irondad, spider son, spiderson, Father's Day, Peter Parker Gives Tony Stark A Gift, POV Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Feels, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, IronDadDiscordServerPrompt read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723341

[monkeythefander]

Virgil Sanders Headcannons💜

Here are some Virgil headcannons. A decent amount of these are just me projecting onto him because he’s my favorite side and I somewhat relate to him 😅.

Content Warning(s): Brief mention of intrusive thoughts (not in detail), brief mention of feeling anxious (not in detail). Let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut to read the headcannons

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- Virgil is a really good hugger. When he still lived with the dark sides, Virgil would often hug Remus when the creative side’s intrusive thoughts were overwhelming. After joining the light sides, it took a while for Virgil to feel comfortable enough around the light sides to offer them hugs.

- When he’s really anxious, Virgil’s hands sweat a lot. So he usually pulls his hoodie sleeves over his hands to try and hide that fact from others.

- Virgil falls asleep really easily in moving vehicles. If he’s being driven somewhere in a car or taking the train somewhere, he might fall asleep for a bit.

- After accepting anxiety, Logan gave Virgil a journal. The logical side told Virgil it was for him to write down his worries in. That way Virgil can have some way of getting the thoughts out of his head, even when he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about his worries with the others. Virgil accepts the gift but says he’s not sure if he’ll use it. He does end up using it a lot whenever he wants to get some of the negative thoughts out of his system.

- Virgil has a collection of fidget items to use whenever he feels overwhelmed by his thoughts and needs something to fidget with. The items include fidget spinner, fidget rings, fidget cubes, and many more.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you liked any of these headcannons and want to make fanart or fanfiction based on them, you can do so as long as you ask me first, and then credit/tag me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

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AO3 link for these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57563089

[panicatthecourtx]

Another Tweek headcanon cuz why not :3.

For affection, Tweek enjoys physical touch obviously, and it was touched on by a reblog and another ask, but he prefers words of affirmation and for *my* Tweek, not really based on canon, he just gives me that vibe, gift giving.

Physical touch- Tweek is very clingy due to parental neglect, which is basically canon. It's shown in the kidnapping episode that his parents run to him and hug and pet?? Him... but other than that, I don't think he receives much physical affection outside of Craig. So, I feel as if he'd like it but only from people he's *very* close to. Craig is his favorite and he will readily accept hand holding, hugs, cuddles, kisses, and so on. It's not his go to form of affection though, but he does need it when he's extremely stressed be it his hand being held or being held really tight to ground him.

Words of affirmation- this is largely due to the canon, in which his parents are very distant and what supportive words they offer trail off and actually don't aid him(at all). This is shown to be incredibly bothersome for Tweek, even going as far as stressing him out MORE and inducing a panic attack of sorts. Then, in Put It Down, his dad just shoves fidget spinners at him to get him to leave him alone. It wasn't until Craig TALKED to him, and listened, that Tweek calmed down. The same could be said for Tweek x Craig, since he has a whole speech like "You're the one who made me believe in myself in a way that no one else ever has" (or whatever it's off the top of my head but yk). Words seems to be SOOOO important to him, and I believe receiving positive affirmations and giving them in return would be his way to show his feelings so- of you give him a speech, or he gives you one- he's gonna LOVE it and probably cry let's bfr.

Gift Giving- this one is just my own thoughts, but I feel like Tweek probs doesn't get much gifts, etc. He and Craig shared a laptop when his own broke, so idk. But, I feel like Tweek would find pleasure in finding gifts that perfectly suit a friend or Craig. He doesn't like receiving gifts as much, but I see him LOVING giving them and seeing how the other person reacts to it. I think it'd just make him feel happy to have a gift he gave them illicit such a response.

As I said these are my oooowwwwn thoughts, but I try and tie in canon when I can. 🥺💖

[kb1301]

I need a new Shaxx12 fic! So I guess I have to make it!

This one's going to be about first confessions!

Letting Your Core Out

By the Ironwood Tree, where the afternoon breeze shook its leaves and branches, and where each loose leaf fell with the wind’s aid, there was Max.

He was going to have a discussion… with someone he long loved to be with. With someone he’d pined for and waited for, for so long. A busy and proud man with a knack for boisterous shouts and a heart that exclaimed its golden self. A strong and adamant man that had protected people and destroyed what number of enemies.

He looked onward to the countless buildings and structure of the City from the ledges of the Tower. And in his gaze did he find himself in thought.

He had always believe in finding love, or finding affection and intimacy with the right person. He had that idealism when it comes to relationships, always wanting to find that person for himself. Though of course, his previous relationships from his previous versions had told him much about what to expect when it comes to love. He’d pour out his core, his heart, to completion for the people he gave his care and affection. And what did he get? Pain, mistreatment, abandonment, the extreme highs and the deep lows. He never knew them until Spinner came to help him remember it. It wasn’t his Ghost’s fault, he was the one curious about it.

And so now he had sown his own doubts onto himself. That idealism he long had becoming more dubious as time passed and as he reminisced over what memories he never had nor recently knew. But he still had a glimmer of hope. He’s not the hopeless romantic he was from since then, but the same sentiment kept itself for his current version.

The heavy steps of boots got him out of his pondering, and in facing behind did he see Lord Shaxx, and his core whirred a bit faster.

"You have taken yourself a momentary reprieve, Lord Shaxx?"

Shaxx leaned over the ledge beside him, and so did Max follow suit.

"There are no matches within the Crucible that are in need of my handling as of now. Breaks are rare and few for me and so I came here." Max nodded. "Though of course, you have something to discuss with me, Maximus?" Shit. "You had requested for my attention, so I am here to listen!"

He looked at his helmet, one horn intact and yet glorious. He had wondered what would be underneath it... And how much he'd like to remove it to hold his cheeks and kiss him— No, focus! Muster the truth!

The breeze came once more, and the leaves fell by them. It hadn't bothered him though, too preoccupied with processing the right words and the right feelings. He felt too awkward already, by just being with Shaxx nearby and the conflicting feelings inside him.

"Max, come on! I know you well! Just let it out when you've calmed your thoughts!" Spinner spoke to him through his consciousness, for which he was thankful. Spinner was if not, the closest confidant he had with anyone. The bond of a Guardian and their Ghost was boundless, and Max knew that well. Even through the reboots and memory wipes he faced.

"Maximus?"

"Oh, uh... Yes, I do have something in mind to speak of with you, Lord Shaxx." He's already fidgeting, but he calmed himself down with a short moment of meditation.

"Okay... Lord Shaxx, I must confess something from deep within me. I..." Here goes nothing. "I have developed a burgeoning... and inexplicable affection for you. Not only out of admiration as someone that motivates me even through my failures and shortcomings, but also through what successes I've made with what fireteams I've joined." He said it quietly as passersby, both Guardian and those without the Light, were there and could listen in on them.

"This affection is not... merely platonic. It's... romantic as well. I've grown to be fond of you, and every time I hear your praises or your rousing cheers or concern, it makes my core—my own whirring heart—turn faster."

"Every time I come by your area of the Tower, I always took a glimpse of you, one of longing and yearning... One that I'd never thought to get into again. My life and the previous selves I've had, always were hassled by the whims of something like love and affection. I was a fool of such, treating myself like some blind devotee to someone I placed my affection for. In return I was hurt, and used, and discarded."

He looked downwards, unable to face Shaxx.

"What I am trying to say, Lord Shaxx, is that... I've loved you, and I still do carry those words within me. Even as my idealistic and dreamy interpretations of love have grown dimmer than what it used to be, I kept a certain hope that that love will be actualized. Be realized."

"And so... I confess to you all of this, and the evolved infatuation turning into the love I have for you."

As the words settled into the air, Max felt heavy, squeamish even. The silence had him fearful, had him feeling ashamed of confessing something shitty and pathetic to the man he wanted to love. Fuck me, I guess. Foolish imbecile you are, Maximus.

With that thought impacting him, he had said one last thing.

"I completely apologize Lord Shaxx, that was an inappropriate discussion of mine to hand out to you."

He quickly bowed and tried to scurry away, he was stopped from leaving any further however. The tight grip on his arm, though truly gentle with the fingers sinking onto his robes, had held him back and facing the taller and bigger man in front of him.

"No, Maximus. Don't leave."

Max's optics widened, the bright blue staring at the other's helmet, as if seeing his face behind it. He relented easily, looking down ashamed, and yet patiently curious.

They had stared at the City again, but he could feel Shaxx's gaze on him.

"I... understand the emotions that you have, Guardian. These feelings you have are valid, and I will not fault you on it."

The Exo nodded understandably, at least knowing that Shaxx accepted it was already dissipating some of his more momentary fears.

"I do have my own confession to share, while we have time."

If Max was organic, that would've gotten him choking in shock.

"I am aware of your feelings, Maximus. I know of your candidly shy stares for a while. I know of your reasons to come by my part of the Tower, always trying to talk to me and wanting to learn more about me. I know of your gushes that spread implicitly through your trusted friends. To be frank, it's adorable."

Max's headplates felt warmer than usual.

"The amount of time you've spent beside me, through the talks and even just the proximity of you being there, has grown to me as well. Be it for the Crucible that you loathe going through, and yet you persisted and overcame through, or even making friendly conversations with me where you hid your infatuation under the words, it was all spent well."

"I never had acted upon it though. Too much at stake, and the Crucible is always something that will be under my hands, and hence I am busy. I would not have the time to confide with any such feelings or thoughts if it wasn't for you being such a distraction to me."

"What kind?" Max asked, his spirits slowly lifted with each sentence spoken by Shaxx.

"One that I welcome. One that is rare." Oh. His metal skin felt warmer now, having spread from his head. He could feel his temperature rise.

"Like you, I've grown to... love you too. It was not as instantaneous as you had. I know the way those eyes of yours grew brighter the first time you ever saw me." Oh fuck. "But my own emotions had grown slowly but gradually over time."

"Which leads us to where we are now, Maximus—" The man Shaxx spoke of wasted no time to hug him, enveloping his own arms over his abdomen, not fully enclosing it.

"I... That's all I would want Lord Shaxx..." His voice sounded like a mix of relief, anxiety, excitement, and affection. He dug himself deep onto his armor, as much as his body would allow.

Shaxx hugged him back, embraced him fully. Even leaning down to make it more comfortable for the both of them.

Perhaps they held this embrace for a while... The City they viewed over forgotten, the breeze of the afternoon time blowing over their looser garments.

Max felt this was worth it, and hoped it would continue out to be that way.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part three

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Leo knew he wasn’t a scary person, but somehow everyone in bunker 9 cleared out as soon as he announced he was having a ‘build off’ with a Nike kid. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t him. 

That was obvious when the large stone door swung open and a figure stood, fuming, and framed by the afternoon sun behind them. “Valdez!”

The last of the Hephestus cabin, and Butch, who was melding pegasi shoes, packed up their toolboxes and left as Leo shrunk back. He held up his hands in defense, which only seemed to make it worse. “What did I do?”

“What are you wearing?” They hissed, grabbing his wrists and shaking them violently. Their hands were scarred and calloused, like his. 

“Uh, what I usually wear- “ Leo looked down at his outfit, and then looked back at his hands. “Oh! You mean the bracelets, yeah, Drew found me this morning. Totally thought she was gonna try and dye my hair green again, but she gave me a friendship bracelet instead!” 

 “Now that I think about it, friendship bracelets are more concerning than the hair dye, actually…” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and then flickered to the hands still grabbing his. “Wait, you have one too?”

His lips split into a wicked grin. “No way…”

He was met with a firm shake of their head. “Nuh, uh, she’s an idiot- take it off now Valdez-”

“No, I'm keeping this forever, back off!” Leo hissed back, leaning forward and clasping his hands tight behind his back. He ignored the way his heart rate started to go up, which definitely had nothing to do with their proximity. 

“I hate you!”

“But we’re besties now, we even have the bracelets to prove it!” He said with a wink, and turned back to the bench, hoping to hide the blush gathering on his cheeks. 

There was a silence in which he listened to bitter mutterings behind him, and when there was no sign of them getting over it, he sighed. He wasn’t annoyed though,  for some reason they made him… less then angry. “What are we building?”

“Now, this may surprise you,” They started in a casual tone, and he watched them roll their lips in and press their fingertips together. “But… I don’t know how to build shit.”

“Le gasp.” Leo said monotonously, and swung around, raising a brow. “Really? I never would have guessed, it’s not like you spend all your time trying to stab me, doing your sister’s hair, and eating strawberries!”

“Hey, I can eat more strawberries than you!” They shot back, scrunching their nose up in a way that made Leo want to smooth it out with his finger. 

“Okay, well… I can use a drill,” He stuck his tongue out. “So there.” 

“Just tell me what to make, Valdez.” They ordered, and sidled up beside him at the workbench. 

He had a half finished blueprint and a few wooden joints, but he pushed them to the side and stuffed them into drawers quickly, waving a hand. “Okay, okay, chillax, segundo lugar.”

“The fuck does that mean.”

“...Nothing.”

“Oh really?” They asked sarcastically, hands on their hips. “Just like what we’re doing right now, then.”

“Fine, make a- a- make a… Fidget spinner.” Leo snapped his fingers quickly with a smirk, and then leaned in. “I dare you.”

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Leo could have made a fidget spinner in about five minutes if he wanted to, using the scraps of metal from his toolbelt and the fire in his fingertips. Instead, he grabbed machinery off the rack, cut materials out of spare sheets of metal in the scrap bin, and finally learnt how to use the welding pit. 

It wasn’t so he’d win, which he knew, but he had to do everything slow enough so that his ‘opponent’ could pretend to not watch, and then copy him a few minutes later. Of course, he could see every mistake, blunder, and fault, but he didn’t say anything, just silently itched to fix it from a meter away. He had grabbed copper, leftover from Butch’s pegasi shoes, but when they reached for aluminum, which he knew would crumble by the time it got to the circular saw, he had to swap it out when they looked away. 

Thankfully they didn’t notice, he didn’t want them to feel bad about knowing absolutely nothing. Still, he had to intervene when they moved to the circular saw. It was a matter of safety, really. 

He bounced on teh balls of his feet a few times and then wandered over casually as they held their fidget spinner shaped sheet of copper in a way that would surely cut their fingers off. He peered over their shoulder, “I can just-”

“No, I can do it!” They shot back, but there was no spite as they lined it up in the completely wrong spot, and reached for the big green button on the side of the machine. 

Leo grabbed their hand tightly before they got their own sawed off in less then a second, and pulled it away from the button.“But you’ll-”

“I can do it myself.”

“But you don’t have to,” Leo answered, his quiet. He could relate, a little bit, to feeling like you had to do everything yourself, that you couldn’t ask for help. That was until Piper and Jason knocked some sense into his head. He grinned up at them, “this isn’t life or death, silly.”

He watched their expression shift a few times, and then their shoulders untensed and they glanced to the side. “...Fine.”

“See, just hold it like this.” Leo hadn’t realized he was still holding their hand, but he became very aware when he moved it over and shifted their fingers around the small metal sheet. 

Their hands were littered with scars and indents from the wrappings lots of demigods used when Clarrise got the punching bags out. They were also warm, and he had to blink a few times and clear his throat, before sliding the fidget spinner cut out into place. 

“Right.” They breathed, watching him intently. 

“That’s better.” When he pressed the green button, nothing happened. He frowned, cocking his head. “Why isn’t it working?”

“Ha!” They barked with a grin, letting go of the metal and folding their arms across their chest triumphantly. “I knew it wasn’t me!”

Leo fucked under the machine and followed a trail of wires and extension cords to the powerpoint. “The powerpoints off. I’ll just, okay got it-”

He sat back up after he’d switched the power back on, and bumped his head hard on the tray that was supposed to hold the metal they were sawing, he reached up to his throbbing head, rocking back on his heels. “Fuck!”

The circular saw tipped a little as he moved out of the way, in his direction. Through his watering eyes, he watched the spinning blade drop towards him. Then a hand grabbed it with lightning speed instead. 

There was the sound of tearing paper, or something along those lines, as Leo scrambled out of the way. When he blinked again, the machine was still spinning around on the ground, with a dark red splatter on the ground next to it, and white lumps in the mix. 

Then he saw their face, wide eyes and head lolling back a little as they stared at what was left of their hand. Their vagued out eyes flicked to the mess on the concrete floor, and they gulped. 

“...Please tell me that’s just a squashed strawberry.”

[ hey @blue-violin I thought you might wanna be tagged in this <;3]

[offlinesequence]

things about me that i gave to dmc characters because I Am Normal when i consume media:

- nero has a tapping and drumming stim, the latter of which dante shares.

- vergil has a thing where he fixes his hair out of his eyes to break eye contact if it gets uncomfortable

- nero gets overwhelmed by sudden loud noises easily and has taken to using earplugs to dampen the sound on the battlefield. (he relies more on his demon sixth-sense radar thing anyways.)

- yknow what? all of them stim. nero taps at and twists the chamber of blue rose like a fidget spinner, vergil likes to drum his finger on the scabbard of Yamato, and dante chews on random shit

- vergil has back and knee problems and requires a cane. he also needs reading glasses like sparda but is to stubborn of a bitch to admit that

-give nero a fidget cube. please. it would be really funny to see him try and take it apart.

-fuck, give that guy anything and a screwdriver and he'll try to work out how it works (results may vary.)

- this isnt specific to me BUT its in something im writing but vergil has this tic that he will twitch his eye if you swear in front of him. (exposure therepy includes long missions with nero and nico. dante relishes in how exhaysed his brother looks when he comes back from those.)

- "believe it or not, nero is transmasc" "elaborate in that" "...no."

[adhdnojutsu]

@theheirofthesharingan asked me how I write Itachi mid-psychosis. Being terrible with time, I didn't realize that was a while ago... but here goes...

I like writing from 1st person POV, so I tend to pick a character close to Itachi to make subjective observations.

An observing character would describe him as gloomier than usual, more withdrawn, sleeping or eating more or less than usual, glowering through unkempt hair, the Sharingan activating at inappropriate times because his acutely troubled brain feels threatened by anything.

OG Japanese Itachi is RUDE on his best days, so when he's in a bad place mentally (as in, worse than usual), I write him to be somewhere between his baseline and insufferable ("Go fuck yourself, Kisame"), or the opposite, completely submissive for lacking the capacity to impose, basically a ragdoll who lies around until someone flings him about.

I write him on meds a lot. I don't know why, but I have a medical "affinity", so that stuff plays a role a lot. From what little is known about his "canon" medication, it'd have him indifferent and "hot mess cheerful" a lot of the time, so I write medicated Itachi "idgaf cheerful" in a way Effy or Cassie from Skins are cheerful (think "wake up in a greasy alleyway with your mascara running down your face and not remembering whose jizz is in your panties, but smiling and thinking this is fine"). Even off Kotaro, he'd take stuff to numb himself or sleep through the days, or uppers if he has to perform. No, he doesn't wipe the occasional trail of drool in that state, and he will scratch his crotch in public without a care in the world or stare at his own barf for a while before deciding to clean it up.

He's more indifferent than usual to what happens to him, he s*lf-h*rms in ways other than "existing while Itachi", and drinks, which in my hc makes him clingy and expressive, so he seeks attention from people he usually avoids.

Sasuke is still his raison d'être, but it becomes hard to give him that much weight when his mental health is weighing more heavily on Itachi. So he may get mood swings from being torn between having to hang on for Sasuke, and the temptation to end his own suffering here and now. He could lash out during such times and be both short in his replies and snappy.

I use body language a lot, too, or I think so. I write Itachi making himself small a lot, like disappearing in his cloak or his clothing being too baggy on him. Like an animal retreating to hybernate or, well, die. Clothing size isn't necessarily body language, but used deliberately, it does work like a turtle shell. When he's around people he trusts, he responds to pain and emotional triggers, but when he isn't, he'd be stiff and irritable from self-restraint. So there's always some tension in his neck and shoulders, feet pointing away from the unpleasant situation, a 1000 yard stare or a gaze into a distance he'd rather be in.

He'd slouch a lot and an observer would think he shrank. I sometimes give him nervous habits like fumbling his lips or scratching, in one WIP he's found sucking his thumb in his mother's blood (granted, he's 12 there). If you gave him a fidget spinner, he'd probably break it, then try stabbing his hand with it.

TL;DR, I think mid-break Itachi would just struggle to retain all that dignified composure of his and the screaming, thrashing, shaking, vomiting inner child would leak in ways it often does with these quiet ones. Or in extreme cases, as Danzo calls it in one WIP, "a dumb sack of emotional incontinence beneath even animals".

Because Itachi isn't a psychopath. He feels. Intensely. Take away his strength to bottle it all up after all he's been through, this could be what you get.