#[ T - T hugs? yeah he'd enjoy that probably ]

[despairforme]

Ok, then lets say someone close to him did the hugging and comforting thing. Talking about your feelings is manly as hell, Nnoi 😤

❝ Someone close 'ta me, huh? ❞ Did he even HAVE someone who he considered himself close with? Surprisingly enough, Nnoitra had quite a few friends. Agatha, Adelha, Emil, Emily, Ikkaku, Sasaharu, Loni... He was getting pretty friendly with one of his neighbours too. That blonde guy, Tesla. However, he would not consider himself CLOSE to any of these people. They were his friends, sure. He'd be okay with them hugging him. Maybe that would even feel nice. But - talking about his feelings with them? Hard pass. They'd see him differently, he knew that. They'd see him as weak. He didn't want that. And, even if they didn't, he didn't want their pity OR their ' advice ' or whatever. Talking about his FEELINGS wasn't going to make them go away or change. And, in any case, a lot of his emotions were tied to really personal things. Like his sexuality or the things he'd done in his life. Stuff he'd rather just keep a secret.

As for it being ' manly as hell ' to talk about your feelings? That was something only a woman would say. It was the whole new ' men can cry too '-shit, that made NO SENSE. Talking about your feelings was a girly thing to do. If a guy did it, then he was simply being a little bitch. If you had negative emotions ( which Nnoitra had A LOT OF ), then you should suck it up, deal with it or move the fuck on. Not whine like some pathetic loser.

[lwyikas]

How you get the girl ft Iwaizumi Hajime

"Tell me"

"Get out of here"

"I'm not leaving until you tell me," he says firmly, his voice shaking. Standing by the lamppost opposite your house, staring at you, the phone to his ear, hair plastered to his forehead from the rain, his clothes soaking wet.

"You're going to get sick, please go," you say worriedly. Well, you're really mad at him, but of course, you care about him like crazy. The last thing you want is for him to get sick.

"don't give a fuck, I'm here until I hear what I want to hear '" his voice comes out scratchy, probably raindrops on his speakers.You hate his stubborn ass, standing there like a ghost.

"I will throw all my cuddly toys at your head, hope you have a helmet."

"please join them"He'll have a stifled laugh, followed by a dry cough. He'll definitely have sick. You don't want to torture him, but you have to keep your cool. He can't get used to making amends like this every time.

"You can stand there until morning, you won't get what you want"You're determined, but your heart aches. You wonder if you should risk taking a towel to him without your family hear.

"Tell me you love me"

"don't command me"

"It is not command, I'm begging." He sounds like he's about to cry. You're about to cry too. You need to yell at him through the window and get your anger out. Maybe this bullshit will stop, but you don't want to wake up the whole neighborhood.

"You haven't lost your feelings for me, have you? "The drop in his voice is heartbreaking. You want to slap yourself.

"Don't be silly, I'm just angry and hurt, now get lost, "you quickly point out. You don't want him to think like that, you're just as stubborn as he is.

"I broke your heart and I'm not going to any hell until I make it up."His voice gets louder. Of course, he'll give up, you say to yourself.

"How long are you going to wait there? "he can sense the anger in your voice now. Of course, you don't want him to go, and you're enjoying this secretly, but this idiot is going to get hypothermia.

"I can wait forever, just say magic word" it's all guilt psychology, you look at the clock on the desk. 01.14. Fuck it. "Then wait," you huff and end call, close the curtains and lay down on your bed. You're not cold-hearted, but last argument was close to the end of the line.

You try to sleep with your eyes closed.

Just sleep,but it's cold.

Just sleep, just sleep, he'll get bored and go ,but he loves you so much and you know it.

You check time again. 20 minutes have passed. You can't help being curious and open the curtain and have a look. No way.

You call him and he answers immediately. "are you insane!?" "Yes, I've lost my mind" He grins as he sits down on pavement. Your anger and stubbornness are replaced by a smile. Yeah, you wish at least he'd brought an umbrella or something.

"Do your parents know you're here?"

"No but its okay, when it comes to you, they tolerate me" he has a grin on his face, he knows he's about to win, or has already won. Instead of answering, you just smile. "I'm so sorry for being a thoughtless and tactless jerk, I'm so sorry for breaking your heart and hurting you, I hate myself"

"Hajime…" it's like a rollercoaster and you never knew you could feel so many things, so many emotions at the same time.

"Don't even try, I said I won't go unt-"

"I love you so much," he pauses and smiles. But it's not a selfish and smug 'I won, I got what I wanted' smile, it's an 'I love you so much too' smile.

and that's how it works

"Thank you beautiful, sleep well", he waves goodbye to leave, but you object, 'No, wait, I'm coming to give towel and clothes, you look awful'.

"No, don' t come it's cold, I'm fine" and he coughs a few more times. Of course, you won't listen to him and he knows you won't.As you slowly descend the stairs and silently open the door, you will see him. Oh, that idiot, he immediately gives you a big hug. He may be freezing, but his touch is enough to warm you. You lay your head on his chest. You ask while he caresses your hair:

"Why are you so persistent?"

"You're worth this."

That's how he gets the girl.

[shares-a-vest]

Eddie reaches for Steve's fruity-scented shampoo - the stuff he swears he hasn't been using each and every time he stays over. He pops the cap and then the lights go out.

He screams bloody murder and drops the shampoo bottle. He kicks it and presses his palms against the nearest surfaces. One on the tiled wall, the other on the glass as he does everything to stop himself from moving his feet because, if he trips on that fucking fruity shampoo that makes Steve's hair oh-so-silky, he'll go slipping and sliding straight through the glass and into the goddamn toilet.

And he cannot die like that, buck-naked as the day he was born.

Though, if he absolutely had to die in the nude, he'd want it to be while he's railing someone six ways from Sunday...

Preferably the hunk who is bursting in through the bathroom door and waving a flashlight right in his eyes.

Steve opens the shower and reaches in to shut off the water. Eddie palms around and grips his boyfriend's wrist, impossibly warm despite now being wet.

"Are you... uh..." Steve drops the light enough from him to stop spluttering about. Eddie blinks hard, regaining enough focus to find a sly smile tugging at the corner of Steve's lips as he attempts to be serious, "Um, are you okay?"

Alright, maybe falling head-first into the toilet would have been a little less embarrassing than this: Steve staring back at him and snickering. He cups his junk and grumbles.

"Towel?" he spits, holding out one hand.

"Sorry," Steve says as he hands the brown (seriously, why do the Harrington's enjoy brown so much) towel over, "It's just you looked like you were in the middle of some naked jumping-jacks."

"Stevie, I was terrified," he retorts, drying off his arms and hands first so he can get a better grip on anything so he can safely get out of the damn shower before it becomes a fogged-up glass tomb.

But Steve places the flashlight tight under one arm and spots him, hovering one hand and placing the other on his dripping wet hip.

"I know," he soothes, now completely serious, "I was scared too."

Eddie doesn't care that he is mostly wet and that his hair is completely soaked, he goes right into Steve's strong arms, feeling his navy-blue sweater quickly dampen between them. Steve maneuvers around to stop their bodies from completely blocking their light source and hugs him tight.

"So stupid," Eddie can't help but mutter, "How am I more scared of the fucking dark than I was when I was six? Besides, how do you even lose power out here in Richie Richville?"

"Well, considering this house is surrounded by trees," Steve shrugs, "We lose power quite easily in bad weather," he pulls back enough to give a dangerously-teasing smirk considering Eddie's state of undress, "Thought you'd enjoy some candles and what-not, anyway. Doesn't Bilbo Baggins scurry around his cottage with a candlestick?"

Now it's Eddie's turn to move away as he hurriedly wraps the towel around himself - to protect his modesty. Yeah... that.

"Excuse me?" he exclaims, "He lives in a Hobbit hole, for one. And I'll have you know his home is well-lit."

"Come on!" Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes and taking his hand.

He leads them back into his bedroom, which at least has some moonlight peaking in from the windows. And yeah, now Eddie can really hear the source of the power outage. The wind outside and the trees that shroud Loch Nora sound like a goddamn tornado.

"Though I think Rivendell surely must have had some sort of electricity," he wonders aloud as he attempts to focus on something else.

"We can debate the infrastructure of Middle Earth later," Steve chuckles and promptly shoves a pair of sweatpants into his hands.

Eddie steps forward, smiling bashfully.

"You mean it?" he coos, biting the 't'.

Steve's eyes flick to his lips as he bites his own, "I can think of a few things we could do that don't involve the power being on."

Eddie opens his mouth, readying himself for a lame line about their palpable electricity that will probably make Steve laugh when the damn radio crackles.

If a physical object could be a boner-killer, it's the damn radio Steve currently has attached to his hip.

"Steeeve is the power out at your house, overrr!" Dustin screeches the moment Steve fishes it from his back pocket.

"Yes, over," Steve answers. He holds a finger up, silently asking Eddie to wait as they make no attempt to move an inch from each other's personal space, "I'mfine-okaygoodbye!"

He clicks the radio off completely and tosses it on his dresser, paying no mind to the fact it sends his Little League trophy toppling onto the carpet.

[cherryyycosmosss]

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.

Pairing: Jo Togame x f!reader

Synopsis: Togame accidentally confessed to you but in the end, he's grateful that he did :)

Word count: 4.9k

Contains: Fluff, just pure fluff.

Warnings: None.

Enjoy! 💗

"𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚."

You smiled when you saw Togame wave at you from your balcony.

The fact that you had given him that same sweet smile countless times now, but his heart never failed to skip a beat because of it, was beyond even him.

You put on your shoes and almost lost a tooth when you stumbled on your way down the stairs, hurriedly making your way to him.

Togame felt a familiar kind of heat rise up in his chest when he saw you walk towards him with the brightest smile on your face and suddenly, any hesitation that he felt before about taking you out in the middle of the night because you said you were craving some ice-cream, evaporated right off his mind because if it meant that he could see that adorable look on your face, he'd be willing to take you out every day.

God, no matter how much he denied it in his head, he was definitely stupid in love with you.

"I didn't think you'd actually show up, Jo."

You said, looking up at him.

"Yeah?"

He smiles before saying-

"Hey, you should've at least put a jacket on, it's chilly out here."

Togame said, removing his jacket and handing it to you.

"Here, put it on."

"T-Thank you."

You nod a little before putting the orange jacket on.

"Let's get going, yeah?"

He said, failing to hide the small smile that made its way on his face because of the way his jacket hugged your small frame, making you look even more adorable, if that was even possible.

"Yep."

You give him a nod and you both start making your way to the nearest convenience store.

You've been friends with Togame for a while now, you both were in the same club in your school and exchanged numbers for club stuff.

You were both quite polar opposites in terms of your personalities but that's probably also what drew you both closer in such a short period of time.

"What flavour do you want?"

Togame asked you, opening the ice-cream freezer after you both had made your way into the shop.

"Hmm, I want the mint chocolate-chip one."

You said pointing at the green packaged one.

Togame shot you a questioning look before taking the one you wanted and a vanilla-flavoured one for himself.

You were about to hand your money to the cashier when Togame came up from behind you and shot the cashier a glare that basically said- "𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵." before handing his own money to him.

"Hey, I was the one who called you out so late, this one's on me."

You said, scrunching your eyebrows at him.

"You're fine."

Togame said softly, patting your head lightly and practically dragging you out of the shop.

You both sat at the tables set outside the CVS, the chilly breeze sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"I can't believe you were craving ice-cream out of everything when it's like 53°F outside."

Togame said shaking his head, while opening his packet of ice-cream.

"It's never too cold for ice-cream. Besides, the cold never bothered me anyway."

You said imitating the way Elsa said the last line in 'Let it Go'.

Togame chuckled and took a bite before asking you again-

"So you like occasionally having toothpaste, huh?"

"Heyyy, it's not toothpaste, it's my favorite ice-cream flavour."

You glare at him with a slight pout on your face, looking utterly offended.

Togame threw his head back a little and laughed, finding the look on your face absolutely adorable.

"I can't believe I'm in 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 with someone whose favourite ice-cream flavour is toothpaste."

The words leave his mouth before he can even process it and his hands freeze.

"I just told you it's not toothpaste, it's the best ice-cream flavour out there, you can't just-"

Your lips halt mid-sentence and your grip on the spoon you were holding loosens when you realise what he just said.

"Y-You w-what?-"

No, there was no way, he didn't just-

You were sure you had heard him wrong, there was no way Togame had just confessed that he was in love with you, it sounded crazy even in your own head.

"I think I heard y-you wrong, I'm sorry, what d-did you just say?"

You say laughing awkwardly and looking away from his eyes.

"No, you heard me right."

Your eyes widen the moment those words leave his mouth.

"W-What?"

"I said you heard me right, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."

Your ears turn red at the nickname.

"Y-You're...in love with m-me?"

You were certain you sounded crazy at this point, if felt weird even actually voicing your thoughts in front of him, as if you were speaking a foreign language for the first time.

He nods and you feel fireworks go off in the back of your head.

"It's actually been quite a while.."

He continues, rubbing the lower back of his head, looking just as nervous as you were.

"I d-don't exactly know how to do this, but now that I have the chance, I'd like to um, you know, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 , if you'd like, that is."

He said the last few words looking you straight in the eyes and you felt your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

Am I dreaming? You thought to yourself, it wasn't that you weren't head over heels for him yourself but you never thought he even felt the same way, let alone ask you out.

"So..?"

His voice woke you up from your trance and you cleared your throat.

"𝙔-𝙔𝙚𝙨."

"Yeah? You'd like to go out with me?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, eyes widening slightly.

You nod before warning him.

"Only if you stop calling my ice-cream toothpaste."

Togame chuckled again, the sound making your heart bloom in your chest.

"Alright, 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚."

He smiles before ruffling your hair.

You giggle and Togame swears he felt his heart explode in the moment.

He knew he didn't exactly look like the typical-nice-approachable guy but the fact that you had still reached out to him, always being so sweet to him, never failed from making his heart swell with warmth.

After you both were done eating and about to just leave, Togame held out the palm of his hand and you looked up at him, blinking in slight confusion.

You slowly place your palm in his and you both make your way back home, smiling to yourselves and that was the moment he knew..

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤.

[unhinged-simp]

Cuddle headcanons part 1 ft: Kaito, Leo, Taiga, Ritsu, and Haku(reupload)

The characters were picked from a wheel. I will be doing a couple parts of this. 

Taiga is so hard to write for because of his memory stuff. I do believe that he could remember his S/O(he remembers Romeo but that may be because it's Romeo). But who knows.

Kaito loves cuddles. It's just the time when he gets to relax and be with you.

He's really into spooning, specifically if it's you spooning him.

He probably begs for cuddles after classes

He also asks for them as a reward for finishing his homework

He lovessss wake up in your arms.

Sleepily pulls you back down into bed when you try to get up in the morning

You up to your alarm blaring, and a head on your chest. You reached over to turn it off, letting go the hug you had Kaito in. He grumbled. He reached for your hand when you turned off your alarm. 

You sat up, ignoring the grabs Kaito had given you. Before you stood up, Kaito wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Don’t go,” he sleepily mumbled. You smiled at how cute he was all sleepy and clinging. You gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Kaito, we have to go to class.”

Leo in my mind can go three ways: one, he’s actually pretty clingy. Second, that he does it to show off but isn't really into it. Or he does it to show off and he loves it.

His favorite type is laying on his back and having you on top of him, or at his side.

You guys watch tik tok videos on his phone.

Leo's a brat and would never ask for them, he'd just kinda take them. 

Cuddling every night is a must or else Leo will be an even bigger brat then he already is.

“About time you showed up,” Leo said, as you walked into his dorm room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed and an angry pout on his face.

“Sorry, I got caught up by Jin. He wanted me to do something for him.” Leo was getting on his back when he tensed at the name. His angry look still in his face.

“Jin, huh?” He hissed. 

You got up on his bed, and approached him. You planted a kiss on his lips before tugging at his cheeks. Then you settled onto his chest.

“What was that for? You’re the one who-”

“We are not start this.”

Taiga doesn’t really mind cuddles. Scratch that, he loves it.

He really loves having you sit in his lap, especially during his gambling sessions.

He has a hand on your hip whenever that happens.

Though when you guys are in bed, he's usually wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back towards his chest. 

He’ll sometimes get the urge to bite your neck.

“Oh Taiga, you’re gambling today?” You asked, approaching the table he was at. Several students are also present, playing a game against Taiga.

He didn’t greet you, instead he pulled you into his lap. He placed a hand on your hip, before he placed his cards down, winning the game. The other students groaned and whined in defeat before leaving the table. 

“Aren’t you gonna challenge other students?” You questioned. 

“Yeah, and you're coming with me.”

Ritsu loves cuddles though he only does it at night.

The day time is his working time and it'd be improper to cuddle.

But when he’s not working, he’s enjoying time with you. 

He loves to hold you as you bury your head in his chest.

Cuddles are rewards to him after a long day of work.

There are times where he'd rather cuddle with you than go to work.

You were laying on your bed in your dorm, when Ritsu made his way up the stairs. You greeted him as he approached you and laid down in your bed.

“Hello honey,” he greeted back, nuzzling into your side.

“How was work?” You questioned? Ritsu sighed.

“Not as productive as I wanted it to be. The captain won’t sign any of the papers, even though I just want to help him.” 

You pulled him into a hug. He hugged back and buried his head in your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, and hummed a tune. 

Haku loves anytime he gets to touch you, especially if he gets to tease you about it.

Most of your cuddles end up in spooning or a kind of pretzel cuddle.

Most of the time he's busy with his dorm, but the occasional time that he's not, he's giving you all the attention he can.

He complains about not being able to spend the night with you, and if the opportunity ever arose that he could, he's taking it. 

He places little kisses on the top of your head and neck.

Haku’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, and nuzzled into your neck. His legs intertwined with yours. Quietly whining when the sun hit his eyes. 

You shifted as you woke up, which caused the grip Haku had on you to tightened. You held onto his arms as you leaned closer to him. 

“Good morning Haku,” you drowsily said. 

“Good morning darling.” Haku planted a kiss on your jaw, and one on your neck. You relaxed in his arms.

“Do you want to go on a little date with me today?” Haku asked. 

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Yogurt

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Summary: You leave Joe unattended for five minutes, and he thinks that your newly mixed homemade lotion is yogurt…

(Part One to - Part 2)

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*30 weeks pregnant*

Joe and I were at the beginning of getting ready for date night.

It was a pretty chill day at the house so far, we all slept in, had breakfast, and spent the day chilling on the couch.

Joe even tried to teach the twins how to play Super Smash Bros, but I intervened and shut that down pretty quickly.

Now, Joe and I were upstairs in our bathroom getting ready.

I just ironed Joe’s clothes, which I also picked out, and sent him to the bedroom to change while I used the bathroom.

In all honesty, I wasn't using the bathroom, I was setting up a prank.

After posting a couple of my pranks that I've done on Joe on TikTok as a Christmas present to his fangirls, a couple of the other WAGs have sent me ideas to try on him.

Tianna, Cody Ford’s GF, sent me this idea where the girl leaves an unmarked jar of seemingly yogurt out on the counter with a spoon inside of it, her boyfriend thinks it is yogurt and eats it.

Joe has always been one to steal a bite of my food when I wasn't watching, so I knew he'd take the bait.

After I was finished setting up the prank, I called Joe into the bathroom to see his outfit.

“Watcha think?” - Joe

“You look amazing. It's screaming dilf.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smirked

He reached out and grazed his fingertips over my bare bump.

It was a date night tradition for me to put my outfit on last. It would be revealed to Joe as he stood at the door, and I walked down the stairs to him.

So for now, I'd wear my undergarments and a robe, or when I'm pregnant, I'd opt for one of Joe’s t-shirts.

“Wait I need to go put some juice pouches in the fridge for the boys’ dinner later.” - you

My phone was already set up discretely in our heated towel rack, so when I left the room I hit the record button on my Apple Watch.

I actually did go downstairs and put juice pouches in the fridge like I said I would and came back upstairs to hear any reaction from Joe.

Just as I am striding into the bathroom, I hear a gagging sound.

Joe was under the faucet, frantically rinsing his mouth out.

“What happened?!” - you

He leaned up and wiped his mouth off with the towel above the toilet, giving me a stank face as he pointed to the jar of lotion.

“Whatever that is, is fucking disgusting.” - Joe

There was so much sassiness behind his tone that I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

“Probably because it's lotion, Joe.” - you

“Lotion?! I thought it was yogurt. It literally has a spoon in it!” - Joe

“That's because I just mixed it up.” - you

That's a lie, I squeezed it out of a bottle into a jar. 

“This is another prank, isn't it? Where's your phone at?!” - Joe

I pointed to the towel rack and Joe slowly rolled his head toward it.

When he saw it, his shoulders dropped defeatedly, and Joe let out a big sigh.

“I got you back.” - you singsonged

I poked him in the stomach repeatedly, and Joe didn't even move just shifted his eyes from the camera to me as he playfully glared.

“Bruh.” - Joe

Giggling as I hugged Joe against me, he patted my back dismissively. He was annoyed but wouldn't ignore my touch.

“You’re lucky I love you.” - Joe

“I know.” - you laughed

Joe ended up laughing with me before pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Yay. More footage of me getting pranked my teammates are gonna shove in my face.” - Joe

“It’s okay, Joe, I'm sending their girls ideas to prank them too.” - you giggled

“That's my girl.” - Joe kissed your forehead again

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Authors note: the last blurb of the night!

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[g-xix]

pleeeeaaaaase write more for george clarkey, absolutely obsessed with the last one

Nights Out | George Clarkey (fluff)

Say the word your wish is my command ~Freddie Mercury my bae And ofc, here's more G Clarkey content as requested... Quick picture:

Cutie. Anyways, enjoy the 1.2k wordcount George Clarkay smut!!

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Coming home drunk that mf would be soooo loving and touchy...

You'd be in the bedroom of your apartment, flipping pages when you first hear a distant shout from someone on the street. Probably some latenight, Friday party-goers. Nothing unusual in London. But then after a few minutes, you hear some shouts which are not in fact so distant. As a matter of fact, they sounded like they were coming from the stairwell of the apartment block.

Checking the time on the little digital clock, it read 1:34am, meaning that the stranger in the stairwell was not gonna be popular with the neighbours. That's when you realised that the stranger in the stairwell might not be a stranger after all.

Bookmarking the page hastily and sliding your feet into your fluffy slippers, you stumble-ran to the front door, opening it just in time to see a sober ArthurTV at the door- a contrastingly drunk Chippo and George in either arm.

"Thought I'd make sure he didn't bust his face open while trying to make it up the stairs." Arthur explained, and you could only give him a short hug and best wishes as George stumbled into the flat, Chip shouting "Bye sexy!" As your boyfriend blew a kiss and shut the door behind you. 

He turns to you slowly, lips stretched into a dopey smile as he sees his beautiful girlfriend after such a long night.

"God, has anyone told you how gorgeous you are?" He'd gush, putting his arms around your shoulders as you smiled at his antics, pecking his lips lightly, though he chased your lips as you pulled away- getting a proper thirty second snog before he pulled away with a contented grin on his lips. 

He'd take a moment to just stand still and look around at the interior of your shared flat- and though nothing had changed within the last four hours he had been out for- he still gave a nod of approval. 

"This is cute." He'd mumble, seeing the framed picture of the two of you which Cam had caught on a night out- the two of you bundled together in a corner- yourself staring up into George's eyes, whilst he looked up at you in adoration. He'd reacted the exact same way when yyou'd first printed and framed it, though clearly in his state he couldn't recall it. He picked up the frame to examine your faces further. "You're so pretty..."

You knew his words were just drunken rambles of all his thoughts, but it was still impossible not to love what came out of his mouth- and it was fair to say it had you in a blushing mess by the time he was done. 

"I got something for you whilst I was out." George garbled, his words becoming more tired as the buzz of the night wore off and the fuzzy scent of your vanilla candles clouded his senses in the most pleasant, domestic way it always did. 

"Did you really?" You'd raise a brow, not believing for a single second he would've stopped the night out for a moment to grab something for you. Even if you had asked him to get a pint of milk at some point. 

Fidgeting around in his cargo bottoms, he'd search through his pockets with a face of immense concentration, before his face lit up- hand withdrawing a crumpled and withering little flower, head weakly stood as George wielded it with a proud smile. 

"A daisy?" You'd question with a raised brow, wondering why he'd decided to pluck the small flower on his night out. 

"Yeah, cuz it's like you... The yellow bit's like the sun..."

"Which is like me?"

"Yeah because you're so... Bright."

You often wondered what the hell he meant and whether you should be flattered or offended with his drunk comments. He said it with such a loving sparkle in his eyes it only felt right to assume he was trying to be sentimental as he pushed it into your hand to see for yourself. 

Sighing with a smile and dropping the flower down onto the table, he'd wrap you in another hug from behind, resting his head ontop of yours and swaying you from side to side, breathing slower and squeezing your waist appreciatively. You'd only be able to hold his arms and let out a soft smile yourself, leaning into his touch despite wanting fully well to go back to sleep.

"C'mon, you, let's brush your teeth and get you a shower, Georgie..."

You'd push him into the bathroom, shutting the door despite his whining for you to sit on the bathtub and keep him company despite doing the menial task of brushing his teeth- instead finding the paracetamol in the apartment and leaving that on the bedside table on the left side (his side) of the bed. That way he could get over the headache in the morning easily. 

Returning back to the bathroom to check up and make sure he hadn't accidentally drowned himself in the shower or something stupid like that- you'd walk in to see the taps running into the bath- George drizzling some scented soaps into the stream and letting bubbles form across the surface- a few strays floating across the bathroom. 

"I thought I'd run us a bubble bath." He'd explain enthusiastically, dropping in one of those Lush bath bombs he'd bought last Christmas, yourself having to take take the bubble mixture away, as he'd already formed a mountain of froth.

But who were you to deny a bubble bath at two o'clock in the morning.

For some reason, you would have your back to the tub with his body slotted between your legs- his back leant into your body whilst he holds his hands on your thighs, gently tapping and massaging little patterns onto them beneath the water whilst he blows the bubbles away when they start getting too close to his face. 

You'd be left in charge of drizzling shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp and trying not to get shampoo in his eyes, as well as scrubbing his upper body with whatever gel was available. Meanwhile he'd hum something familiar and mumble little nothings- whatever really came to his head.

Then, feeling a lot more relaxed and clean after that, he'd insist on returning "the favour" (you didn't really know what favour he meant) by carrying you the short distance back to bed- dropping you onto your side before jumping on top of you, making you groan as the bed bounced beneath the two of you, George letting out little giggles as he rolled over and onto his side, you clutching your stomach from the impact but still finding it within yourself to laugh at his stupid antics.

Pulling the duvet up and switching the lights off, his arm would find itself around your waist, hand resting against your stomach as you nestled back and into his body, finding comfort in his warmth whilst he placed a sweet kiss behind your ear. He'd tangle your legs together, at some point in the night even nestling his head in the crook of your neck, so that you could gently run your hands through his hair when you woke up, just savouring the feeling of your boyfriend and those lazy, love-filled mornings you could share together.

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[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Taking care of you during your period x maknae line (skz) ‗ ❍

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Pairings : Han Jisung x reader, Felix x reader, Seungmin x reader, Jeongin x reader

Genre/warnings : reader has periods, mention of painkillers/mood swings/blood, nothing else just fluff and really sweet boys

Summary : Like the title says, the younger boys take care of you when you have your period. You are their s/o in this. Half headcanon and half scenarios.

Word count : 1.8 K

A/n : Hyung line link. Possible grammar errors, english isn't my first language so have mercy T-T

Hope you enjoy, have fun and feel free to interact if you feel like it :')

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Jisung ‗ ❍

Hannie well... he's definetly not the most prepared student in the matter. He only has brothers. I feel like he'd lowkey be anxious in the first couple of days when the pain/mood swings are usually the worst. He's either babying you or teasing you there's not half way.

He's unhinged, like I truly feel like he'd tease you just for the fun of it when he sees that you're in a grumpy mood. "What if I told you that I forgot to-" and you'd shoot him the stinkiest side eye. He would try to not laugh and fail after two seconds, making you roll your eyes but he'd immediately hug you and kiss your cheek asking for forgiveness "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, you know I'm messing with you". And you'd forgive him because what else you can do? ACTUALLY-

You could get payback, that's what. And it would always be in the least expected moments too. You could've just randomly had a small breakdown, him comforting you stroking his hand up and down your back looking at you with those wide sweet eyes and a pout. And then you'd pull something like "You know, I still haven't forgiven for that thing" he would PANIC. "What? When? How?-" and you'd hold your laugh for a minute or so before telling him that you were "Just messing with you, silly" and he would sigh relieved but also lowkey hold an unserious grudge.

But then again everything would be forgotten in thirty seconds max and you'd end up cuddling while watching anime or a drama. When you felt particularly in the mood you also asked him to sing you something that would calm you down.

When it was something more serious than a belly ache or an off mood though, he would get quite tense by seeing you in pain. He'd try to stay by your side, helping you in any way that he could, wether that was getting some groceries, medication and so on, or simply using his hands to warm up your lower belly or gently stroke your back. I feel like that could almost be something that he wants to do, because you say that it feels nice and therefore he feels useful, and lowkey calms him down too.

Felix ‗ ❍

Okay, now we got a very sweet and probably the most prepared boy out of everyone. Grew up with two sisters that he adores, so y'all already know how much of a green flag it is.

He truly has been there, done that and you were truly not expecting how... normal? He would be about it? Straight up at the beginning of your relationship, you were out grocery shopping together on a normal day, and when you dragged him to the sanitary supplies aisle he just went "Oh are you on your period? You need anything?" and you just stared ad his chill expression dumbfounded. "Uh no, I actually just needed a new toothbrush" and he'd chuckle a bit going "Ah okay, next time that you need something though, ask me yeah? I'll grab them for you."

That kinda moved you? But you gladly accepted his offer and promised to tell him if you happened to need anything. And boom, not even a week later you got up from one of the kitchen chairs and realized that you left a blood stain on the plush cushion. You immediately gasped and kind of started to panic. Felix's head shoot up to look at you "Angel, what's wrong?" he leaned a bit to the side to check out the issue, and chuckled. You looked back at him confused but at that point he had already risen from his seat and untied the plush seat, holding it with one hand. "I got this, sweets. Go change if you have too, don't worry" as he kissed your temple.

You felt embarassed and mortifyed more than anything since the apartment that you were in wasn't yours, but Felix sounded so calm that he transferred the effect on you. You eventually did wash up and change, just to come back to him washing the stain in the kitchen sink. "Felix you don't have to do that, I can clean up my mess" but he shook his head gently and smiled at you. "Barely a mess, angel. Don't be embarassed, it happens. How are you feeling?" you answered that you were starting to feel pain so you would've liked to take some painkillers. He immediately told you to go get comfy on the couch and pick something to watch while you wait for him. You didn't ask any questions and just did as he said. After a couple of minutes he showed up with a pill, some water and warm chocolate in a mug. "There, sweetheart"

You ended up tearing up at how caring he was being for you and he got worried for a second, until you told him and then he'd laugh a bit while stroking your hair and leaving kisses on your head, forehead, temples, cheeks. "I am your boyfriend, of course I'm going to take care of you, angel"

And he always kept that promise, whatever you needed it was yours. He gave you such a sense of comfort that you couldn't help but be a little clingy during this time but he didn't mind at all, if anything he absolutely loved it and loved to indulge you and spoil you. And yes, brownies and other homemade treats would be a must, absolutely.

Seungmin ‗ ❍

I'm not completely sure about him. He does have a sister, there's that. But at the same time I feel like he'd also be a little awkward or maybe almost completely neutral about it. He would probably take the whole thing lightly and tease you a bit just to annoy you (jokingly).

"I wated to ask you a question but I'll wait a couple of days now you're no fun" you'd slap his arm and he'd laugh at you.

If you did happen to be in a more depressed more or be more in pain though I feel like he would be a lot sweeter. Still think that he wouldn't make a big deal out of it and I also don't think that he would be the type to baby you or be extremely cheesy, but he would make sure to do small things for you quietly.

For example; you two just finished dinner and are just having conversation, when he gets up and starts washing the dishes right away before you could even think about it. And he would refuse the help saying "Don't worry I got it, it'll take two mintes". Or maybe he'd notice that you were about to fall asleep on the couch and gently take you/lead you to bed and tuck you in.

He doesn't seem to be big on physical contact, BUT he will hug you in unexpected moments either as an unspoken "I love you" or a seemingly random moment. You do appreciate these little moments a lot, knowing his character.

And he would also give in to you requesting affection after a bit of begging. "Please? A little kiss? I'm hurting, you should comfort me" and he'd probably roll his eyes but secretly melt at your cute faces. He would absolutely regret it when you'd go like "I knew you weren't mean" and laugh at his annoyed face.

If you did happen to have a really really bad day though he would 100% worry and treat you like you were made of glass. "No, wait I'll take it for you" "Seungmin I can reach for the glass by myself" "No, shut up" and you would in fact shut up probably, lowkey finding him worrying for you cute.

Wouldn't admit it but couldn't stand to see you cry. He'd just get agitated and try to make you stop a little awkwardly "No, no, hey don't do that please" and would hug you with a pout and big puppy eyes. He would manage to comfort you though, even if it's just with a small gesture or a word of encouragement. Probably would propose to watch a drama or some tv to cheer you up :')

Jeongin ‗ ❍

Another one of which I'm not totally sure about. He only has male siblings though so, that is to be considered. He is also someone who would probably tease you to rile you up on purpose but at the same time I feel like he would make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

For example, if you were too tired or didn't feel like doing your night routine, at first he would try to encourage you to make a little effort, jokingly reminding you how you'd hate yourself the morning after. "Right now I truly don't care Innie"

He would end up convincing you to at least let him do it for you. You'd sit on a stool or the bathtub's edge with closed eyes, a relaxed expression and him standing in front of you gently rubbing hydrating cream on your face. Then you'd thank him with a smile that would make him smile back, with his dimples showing T-T

His sweet side would come out more during a relaxing time, wether it was watching something together on the couch or laying in bed to sleep, maybe even in a random mundane situation like standing close on the subway. He would rest his head on yours wrapping his arm around your shoulders, or even let you lean on him with your face nuzzling his neck, just for a few seconds before you had to move.

He's another one of those who I imagine would not baby you too much or be extremely cheesy, but just naturally very nice and comfortable to be around. Like his presence alone could make you feel better.

He would NOT be able to handle you being in an actual bad mood or crying so he'd just try to avoid it before it happens. As soon as you look lost in thought, he would nudge your shoulder with his and give you a small smile, to which you would always reply with another. If he felt a little unhinged he would try to make laugh in a completely silent subway/bus ride. And you'd absolutely hate him for it because he would be very hard to resist, wether he's making funny faces or making silly comments about something specific.

If you happened to feel quite bad, he would still try to at least cheer you up. He'd buy you some treats or do small kind things in your place, and cuddle you to help you calm down. You'd usually end up sleeping in his arms, making him smile sweetly and snuggle even closer to you, almost as if to transfer his good mood to you in some way.

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This is it for the maknae line! Hyung line link is at the start of the page. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave feedbacks <3

[toastermoth]

Hey I was wondering if you can do a hc of the OM Characters finding out that MC used to be a singer in the human world but in reality was unsuccessful and doesn’t like mentioning about it at all but still has passion over it. It doesn’t matter about the gender and yeah. If u can Tysm! 🤗

Obey Me! x Gn! Singer!Mc

I had so much fun writing these- tysm anon for requesting!! <3 LUKE IS LIKE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!!! P.S. You can also read this as platonic or romantic! Lucifer: 1st Born

He finds out because you were taking too long in the shower and heard your captivating voice singing.

He would be surprised and though looking unimpressed on the outside, in the inside this man is so happy if he could he'd squeal like a little girl.

When he's alone with you he'll definitely ask you to sing for him and through small pleas you agree, and when you're done he'll be smiling his signature smile and clapping softly.

"Where did you learn to sing like that y/n?" he asks awaiting your response like a dog waiting for a command.

"Well I just liked singing! I used to be a singer in the human world but it didn't work out.."

He hears your voice break when you say those last 4 words and he is devestated.

How dare nobody appreciate your beautiful voice?!

He must've been glaring because then you said "But I still have a passion for it! They never discouraged me enough to make me quit!

That reassured him as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y/n, never give up your passion, and if nobody supports you just know that I will personally string them up and make them appreciate your singing."

You laughed a little and Lucifer was just happy that he was able to hear your amazing gift.

Mammon: 2nd Born (Sorry his is short-)

He finds out one day when he heard you start singing a song for a playlist you're making to study.

WAIT WHAT?!

HIS HUMAN CAN SING?! WHY IS THEIR VOICE SO AMAZING?!

"WHY'D YA NEVER TELL ME?!"

You yelp in surprise and ask what he's talking about.

"YOUR SINGING OBVIOUSLY! IT'S LIKE GRIMM FOR MY EARS!"

You make a face and after much begging by the 2nd born, you decide to tell him

"Well, nobody really liked my singing in the human world.. I tried everything but no matter what I never really got listeners or fans haha.."

This poor man is wondering WHY?! HOW?!

He looks at you with his blue-yellow eyes and cups your face.

He says "Well they're stupid because you got the most amazing voice. Hell better than the angels! And they're angles for fucks sake! Look human, what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't listen to anyone who talks down to ya. I'll be your number 1 fan y/n! Nobody is gonna take that spot either ya hear me?"

That reassured you as he tackled you and pulled you into a hug.

"My precious human! How dare they keep this talent from me!"

He probably made a t-shirt saying "Y/N's #1 FAN"

Leviathan: 3rd Born

He found out when you started singing the opening to an anime!

Singer mc?! LEVI.EXE:SHUT_DOWN

Once you knew that he noticed your smile dropped and stopped singing and whispered a small sorry before looking down almost looking shamefully.

"Y-y/n?! Where did you learn to sing?! H-how can you-?!"

This poor boy has so many questions which you were reluclant to answer.

He gave you the cute 'anime girl' eyes (which is what he called it) and he knew you couldn't resist them.

"Mmmm fine. I used to be a singer in the human world and I gave it my all I really did but.. I never got anybody to listen.. I enjoy singing still but only for myself.."

Oh HELL NO. Levi may be shy but he can get ANGRY.

"That's impossible! Your singing is the most amazing thing my ears have ever experienced! You're just like the mc in the anime I'm-A-Secret-Singer-In-Highschool-Living-A-Normal-Life-But-Please-Send-Help!"

The long ass title of course made you snicker but he looked at you with serious eyes and said, "Henry had people who talked down to him but he never gave up! A-and neither should you y/n!!"

Satan: 4th Born

He found out by you humming a tune to singing some of the lyrics from a song in a movie that was inspired by a book that you were looking for in the library.

He couldn't help but be frozen by your hypnotic voice. You didn't notice him until he leaned on a bookshelf and something fell.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I couldn't help but listen to your singing. Where did you learn to sing like that?"

You paused a little bit while he motions you to sit in one of the library chairs.

"Can you tell me y/n?"

You sigh knowing he wouldn't forget about it and would probably ask you about it tomorrow and decide to tell the blonde haired demon.

"Well, in the human world I was a singer and I enjoyed it, loved it actually! But people didn't really like my songs or my voice or anything so I just kinda quit.. I never lost my passion for it though."

He sits looking at you in what you can tell is a mix of anger and confusion.

"Why did you give up? People are ruthless, but I think you should try again y/n. You never know and if they don't like your singing they can suck dick."

The last part of his sentence makes you laugh a bit as he smiles and looks at you saying, "I believe in you y/n. Even when you don't believe in yourself."

Asmodeus: 5th Born

He found out you could sing when he dragged you to a karaoke bar.

"C'mon sweetie! You'll do just fine besides my voice will take the main stage and you can sing backup! We got this we'll crush every demon! And don't worry I'll let you pick the song, as long as it won't ruin my beautiful voice!"

You think he only said the last part because he saw you looked a little nervous but you were still thankful.

After the karaoke session you noticed how everyone there was looking at you and not as Asmo which was weird because he's the lust demon, then you noticed he was even looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

He bowed to the crowd then dragged you back to the house of Lamination.

"Where did you learn to have such an enchanting voice darling?! That was amazing!! I need to bring you to there again, you'll be all the talk all over Devildom!-"

He stopped once he took a look and saw you looking at your knees in discomfort and silence.

"Sweetie.? Are you alright? Did I make you uncomfortable?" Despite popular belief he was actually very caring and kind and not always self-centered.

You nodded and said, "That was my first crowd in a long time.."

Confused, the pink haired demon asked "Well what do you mean sweetheart?"

So you explained it to him.

"Well, I used to be a singer in the human world but, it didn't really work out and I never really had a crowd that enjoyed my singing but maybe they didn't even enjoy it as much as I do.."

"Y/n. I know demons, and I know just by their faces that they loved our performance. Your performance! Don't be so hard on yourself, because I know that you did amazing and I'm perfect so obviously I'm right!" He said swishing his hair in an attempt to make you smile. (It did)

"There's that smile I adore! Let's get your confidence back and go to more karaoke bars okay? Next time you better sing a duet with me though!"

Beelzebub: 6th Born

How he found out was one time you were baking with Luke and Barbatos (and Beel decided to bring himself to 'taste test.') and a familiar tune came from Barbatos's voice from him humming then Luke joined in singing and eventually you joined in on the fun.

Soon the kitchen was soon made into a ballroom with you singing and dancing with Luke and Barbatos stil humming the music as Beel watches in total awe.

You're a little worn out from singing and dancing till you see the tall orange haired demon looking at you as if you were the most prized food in all of Devildom.

"Y/n your voice is amazing!"

"Ah.. you really think so Beel?"

He nods his head as Barbatos and Luke agrees.

"Well, let's just get back to this cake yeah?" The three boys wondered why you were so dismissive but Barbatos and Luke paid no attention and they continued working. Beel however did not forget about your captivating voice.

On the way back to the house of Lamination he asks, "So you don't need to answer, but why did you just shut down the idea of singing? I really like your voice and I think so does Luke and Barbatos."

"Well it's not somthing I really talk ab-" theres the Beel puppy eyes. Damn you Beel for being adorable.

"Okay.. I used to sing in the human world, and I really loved it so I tried to become a professional but nobody.. really liked my singing as much as I do.. so I kinda gave up on that profession."

This poor boy was shocked.

"But why? Just because some people don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't. Your voice is very nice to listen to especially when singing. Even if you don't like it I do and so does Luke and Barbatos and everyone who didn't support your singing is stupid."

You smiled knowing at least somebody liked your singing at least one person.

"If you start singing let me know, I want to hear your voice again singing."

Belphegor: 7th Born

How he found out was when he called you up for a nap and said he needed a lullaby.

"Y/nnnn I need something to make me fall asleep I can't fall asleep without oneee.." Which was halfway the truth. After much begging on the behalf of Belphie, you gave in and started singing a small lullaby.

Once you were done singing and started humming Belphie sleepily commented, "Such a mystical voice.. how not famous lullaby singer..."

You laughed a tiny bit to yourself for how sleepy he is and turned to him seeing even though sleepy he was dead serious.

"How are you not famous.?" he asks.

You hesitate to meet him in the eye as he lays close by you, knowing him he'd keep himself awake until you told him or he would lay on you until you told him.

Sighing, you say, "I tried to be famous, to sing as a real singer. But people just, didn't really listen and I was unsuccessful.."

You notice a hand lay you down and the fluffy blue haired demon says, "Well they lost out on a good singer.. that means you're now my professional lullaby singer.. screw the money grabbing producers who can't tell talent."

You smile at him being this caring and start singing another lullaby to lull him to slumber as well as yourself.

"You're the greatest singer and make sure you believe that too.."

OKAY HI THAT TOOK A LONG TIME AND I SORTA GOT LAZY AT THE END- BUT TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A PART @ WITH BARBATOS, DIAVOLO, SIMEON, AND SOLOMON!! (AND LITTLE BROTHER LUKE!!!)

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Christmas Family Swap

Christmas is supposed to be the time of year where you celebrate joy with your family and loved ones. But everyone has that one family member no one looks forward to seeing, and I’m no different. For me that person would be my grandpa. He'd always been a really cranky guy who, I swear, could find something to complain about on literally any topic. I don't know why he even comes over for the holidays in the first place. Maybe he's just lonely? At least my siblings are coming home. They're all older than me and left for college years ago. Sometimes I felt like I was behind everyone just because I was the youngest, but they always tell me to enjoy being young while it lasted. At least I still had my dog, Lucy, to keep me company. 

“Shoot. Ferris, we forgot to buy your grandpa a present,” my mom mentioned while preparing dinner for Christmas Eve.

“Does it matter? He's not gonna like anything anyway.”

“Yes I know. But it's Christmas. The time of year where you need to treat even those you dislike well. Could you quickly go to that gift shop and buy some cheap ornament?”

“Mom, it's Christmas Eve! Half these places are closed or closing soon.” She looked up a store on her phone and showed me that it closed at 5. It was 4:38.

“There's that one hallmark store within walking distance still open. You can make it in time! I just don't want to cause a scene.” I wanted to take the car, but it would take too long to shovel all the snow, so I walked. The store wasn't that far by foot, but it was still an awful time in the freezing cold. When I arrived, there was a single employee at the counter - an old lady with a messy bun. She greeted me and asked what I needed.

“I have just the thing.” She walked over to the shelf and showed me a little Santa ornament that was wearing a galaxy pattern suit instead of the regular red. It was actually a pretty good gift because my grandpa loved outer space, not to mention he kinda looked like Santa anyway, just without the beard.

“This is perfect.”

“Then why do you look sad?” Her response caught me by surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I can tell something’s wrong. It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!”

“That's probably easy for others. But for me, Christmas means family time and I don't exactly like someone in my family.

“That's a shame. You're lucky to have a family at least.” She looked down at the floor sadly. It was clear what she meant by that.

“But since you still have people in your life I'd like to help you with your problem. Could I have that ornament back please?” I assumed she was about to check me out so I started reaching for my wallet, when she walked into the backroom with the present instead. As soon as the door closed, the power suddenly went out and I was in pure darkness until there was a weird purple glow coming from the door. All of this only lasted about 10 seconds and the power came back on as if nothing happened. Did I just imagine that whole thing? It was weird. The woman walked back out with a big smile on her face.

“Did the power go out or something? And what happened in there?”

“Oh nothing,” she said with a grin. “Merry Christmas!”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas. I guess.” She checked me out and I was on my way back home.

When I arrived, my siblings were already there, as well as my grandpa.

“Hey! It's Ferris!” said my oldest brother Calvin. He had definitely gained a lot of weight since I last saw him, even though he was an athlete in college. Looks like he still refused to shave the messy beard he started last year. My older sibling Sam grinned at me. They looked exactly as they always did - expressing their love of anime with a nerdy t-shirt and wearing ear gauges that have gotten bigger since the last time I saw them. My sister Em walked up to hug me. She was always the one I was closest with, since she was only 2 years older than me.

“I got a present for Grandpa.” He suddenly looked at me, and then to the bag I was holding.

“It's about time you buy me something! Lemme see.”

“Well not until Christmas.” Despite living to see many Christmases, Grandpa was still an extremely impatient person. He'd actually opened up his Christmas presents early before because he just couldn't stand the wait. This was my first time buying one myself for him (even though it was really just my mom sending me) so I guess he was beyond curious.

“Come on. It's basically Christmas anyway.” He got his large ass out of the seat and approached me. He was wearing a tucked in blue plaid shirt that covered the gut hanging over his pants. He stumbled over to me until we were face to face. I could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath, almost making my eyes water.

“Boy, give me the gift.”

“Dad, just wait until Christmas. You're gonna spoil the surprise.” My mom thankfully defended me and started walking over.

“Fine, but I-” He faked content and snatched the bag from me.

“Dad! Enough!” My mom shouted but it was too late. He had taken the ornament out of the bag, but clumsily dropped it. It shattered all over the floor before he even had a chance to react.

“Oh man.” Sam gulped.

“Now look at what you've done! You ruined my present!” Grandpa yelled in my face.

“Dad! Dad! Calm down. I think you need to go to bed now.”

“Fine! But only because your idiot son ruined my Christmas!” My mom escorted him to the guest room and Em picked up a broom. We both swept together as my mom walked back into the kitchen.

“Could he possibly be more…you know…” I started.

“Horrible? Pathetic?” Calvin added.

“Gross? Nasty?” Sam added.

“Your grandfather is just lonely really. His parents - my grandparents - let him do whatever he wanted. He's a real spoiled man. But I don't think there's any changing him now so let's just endure the day tomorrow and you won't have to see him for a while. Got it?”

“Fine.” The rest of the night was much better and I had a great time with my family. Calvin scarfed down the food so fast he almost choked, Em told me all about what college was like, Sam bragged about his new gauges, and Lucy practically flew under the table as soon as my mom dropped a piece of ham.

When it was time for bed, my siblings got settled into their rooms - Calvin and Sam sharing the same bedroom they did growing up, and Em sleeping in the basement because her old room was turned into an office. I looked at the Christmas tree glimmering with lights and decorations, excited to see what the presents underneath it would look like in the morning. It's a shame that Grandpa's present broke and we had to throw it away, but I guess he got what he deserved for being such a dick. I headed into my bed, where Lucy was already snuggled up in, and nestled up under the covers.

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of shouting, which was unfitting for what was supposed to be a peaceful Christmas morning. It was coming from the room next to me and sounded like my brothers, which was weird because my room was across the hall from them. But it sounded so close. I started getting up, to see what was going on, but when I looked around, I realized I actually was in the guest room

How did I get in here? I gazed down to find my stomach seemed swollen in my white tank top. I lifted it up and to my horror, I realized my slim chest was replaced with a flabby belly! How did I get so fat? I know I ate alot last night but this was ridiculous! The gut flopped out, to a bit over my waist. It felt weird knowing a part of my body was just hanging there. I noticed a bit of chest hair, which was foreign to me, but when I noticed they were gray hairs, it finally hit me. I was a fat old guy in the guest room. I somehow switched bodies with my grandpa!

I heard the voices leave the room so I stumbled over to the door, not quite used to the shift in weight compared to my old twink body, and was about to put my hand on the doorknob when I saw someone looking at me in the mirror. I turned my head to find that it was my grandpa…I mean me…staring back.

I really did look disgusting, not just because of my looks, but because I now had the face of an impatient jerk. I tried doing different facial expressions; it looked weird because I rarely had ever seen my grandpa smile at all. I noticed that I couldn't see my own dick past the belly, not that I would want to. It was probably all wrinkly and gross! What was I going to do? I opened the door to find Calvin walking to the living room. He looked pretty concerned, which was unusual for the carefree personality he usually had.

“Hey uh..Grandpa?” Fuck. Looks like I'm not imagining it after all. I hated this. “Sorry for the noise, it's just that…”

“I'm not even gonna try to pretend.” I spoke, but my voice came out gravelly and deep. It scared me a little bit. “I'm Ferris, not Grandpa. I don't know how it happened! I just-”

“Shit! That's great! I mean not because you're Grandpa now. But because I'm not alone! I'm actually Sam.”

“Sam?” It was actually kinda funny, Sam and Calvin switching bodies. They were close but still completely different people. I couldn't contain my laughter and started giggling, even though it came out as my Grandpa's gruff wheezes.

“Oh sure. I'M the funny one when Mister-wheeze-a-lot can't laugh without sounding like he's dying.”

“Hey! Well Mister-” I stopped myself trying to continue the joke. “Wait, how does that work?”

“The gender is all up to the person. Sure the…” they stared down at the new extra pounds they now carried and shook their belly. “...expression might be different, at least at the moment, but I'm still me. BUT the idiot who looks like me doesn't seem to understand.” As if on cue, Calvin in Sam's body appeared, walking in a macho way, something that Sam would never do.

“Check it out Grandpa! I'm an enby!” Sam gave a huge facepalm.

“Calvin my sweet brother, We. Have. Been. Over. This.”

“Hey whatever. I think it's cool. My face feels so empty though. Maybe I'll start growing a bea-” Sam cut him off right there.

“If you go out there without a clean shaven face, I'm shaving YOUR beard.”

“God no please. It took me like a year to grow that!” Calvin pleaded.

“Hey hey, what about me?!” I interrupted their arguing.

“Oh yeah,” Sam started. “That's not Grandpa. It's Ferris.”

“Oh man Ferris. You're a fucking old dude now!” exclaimed Calvin. He then poked my new belly. “Welcome to the chub club! Well…” He glaced down at Sam's slim figure. “My membership is on hold for now.”

Just then we heard a scream coming from my mom's room. We quickly opened the door, already knowing what happened. We found my mom staring at the mirror with a look of pure horror on her face.

“It's ok Em, we're all body swapped too.” She seemed to calm down when she realized that she wasn't alone in all this.

“Weird case of Freaky Friday here. Especially with Em….and Mom,” added Calvin. Just then my mom, in Em's body, walked in to join in the confusion.

“Well this is awkward. Two of my kids in each other's bodies, my own son in my dad's and I'm in my own daughter's body. Could this Christmas get any crazier?”

“Where's Grandpa?”

“Probably still sleeping.”

We headed over to my room, expecting him to still be asleep, only to find him flexing in the mirror - in my body. I didn't actually have any real muscles, being a skinny twink, so he didn't really have anything to flex. That didn't stop him from admiring himself. When he noticed us, he walked over smiling. It was a creepy sight, not only to see my body move on its own, but also knowing it's my grandpa inside there smiling.

“Hello everyone. It's good to be young again!”

“Uh hey Grandpa.” He looked right at me. “No, no! Call me Boris! YOU'RE the grandpa now!”

I felt so humiliated. He was actually…cool…in my body! And I was just the fat old guy that nobody liked!

“Dad, we need to figure out what happened so you can become your old self again. Ok?”

“Hell no! I'm young again for the first time in years. No way I'm giving away this opportunity!”

“I got it!” Em suddenly exclaimed. We all turned around wondering what she meant. She showed us her phone - or rather my mom's phone.

“What?”

“How we all swapped bodies! That ornament that Ferris got! There's an ancient artifact that can take on different appearances. It says it's been known to cause mischief when broken.”

“What kind of ancient thing is meant to be broken? How has it lasted this long then?”

“That's the thing. Everytime it breaks, it finds a new place and takes on a new appearance. But it always takes on the appearance of an object that its next victim will need.”

“Shit. And that's why the present seemed perfect for Grandpa.”

“Hey! I got a much better gift than any of you!” cheered my grandpa as he flexed his arms once agaih.

“But…how do we find it again?”

“Y-you don't. Unless you want to search the whole world for something you don't even know what it looks like.”

There was a deafening silence after she spoke those words. We all realized the truth was that we would never return to our old bodies. I was stuck as an old man forever!

“Hey, it's not so bad,” my grandpa started, seemingly reading my mind. He leaned over and lifted up my shirt, exposing my gut, and slapped it. “The belly is pretty comfy after all. You'll love it.” Maybe he was right. I'm sure I could make the silver bear look work. As I thought about that, I noticed a bulge starting to form. Grandpa turned to look at everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas everyone!”

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

I'm not sure how I'll continue it yet, but this is the infamous pastel grunge punk!Steve I ended up writing instead of tentacles, so enjoy XD

Sparked by this beautiful post

By @discodeviant because while I was reading, Beggar's Song by Matt Maeson started playing in my head.

Steve looked into the backroom bathroom's cracked mirror and fixed his hair for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes. It was practically a ritual at this point when he was nervous. Well, maybe it'd become his lucky thing after tonight.

He brushed the hair away from his face and clicked his tongue ring pensively. From one side, his new haircut still had his usual thick brown voluminous waves with highlights that nearly brushed his shoulder. From the other side, he'd had it trimmed down into a disconnected undercut and dyed baby pink. He'd originally been planning on dying all of his hair pink and getting both sides shaved, but had chickened out. He'd still been thrilled by the outcome though.

Or at least he had loved it just this morning. But would everyone else? Had he made a mistake and fucked up one of the only good things about him-

A fist banged on the door and Robin's voice came through the door. "Come on, dingus, you're already pretty. Stop spiraling and let's go!"

Steve smiled and let her in. "Aw, Buckley, I'm pretty? Even pretty enough for you?"

Robin snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Don't push it. Now get your ass up on stage before it escapes those pants and makes a run for it. You're never going to throw those out, are you?"

Steve looked down at his worn thin jeans and yeah, maybe they were a bit tighter than usual in the ass, but their new apartment had a lot of stairs, okay! Despite it being almost more holes than pants, they were comfortable and definitely something his parents would never have let him wear when he'd still been under his dad's thumb. So of course that made them his favorite.

He turned and washed his hands once more. Robin let out a choking noise and pointed at his ass. "That's a new hole."

For a split second, Steve thought she was talking about something else until she poked at a spot on his ass not covered by the pants. There was a new hole in his jeans that showed off a not small peek of his ass and thigh. But it was low enough that Steve wasn't too worried about it.

"Buy a guy dinner first, jeez." Steve teased her.

She just slapped his ass. "Yeah, sure, I know a great little place on Easy Street called Cafe Puttana."

"Did you just call me a whore in my own mother tongue, Buckley?!" Steve gasped dramatically. "And maybe if you dressed like this more often, you'd stop having to resort to handing out free drinks to get a girl's attention." Steve hip checked her as she giggled at him and opened the door. "Now let's get this show on the road before everyone notices their favorite bartenders are both missing. My public awaits." He adjusted his pink jean vest over his Nirvana t-shirt as he stepped out, still picking, still-

"Your 'public' is a bunch of drunks, punks, burnouts, and half dead partiers." Robin hugged him from behind just before they got to the stage in the bar. "So don't let the nerves get you. Just have fun and sing me a song, piano man."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. "I'm no Billy Joel, but I'll see what I can do, uptown girl."

Robin went up on stage to announce him. She hyped him up as best she could given her audience and got a not too bad round of applause. Steve wasn't expecting much, this was a gig he'd just gotten only because he worked at the bar and the band that had been scheduled to play had canceled. He usually worked as their bartender and he was good at it. He probably wouldn't have gotten either job if Robin hadn't stepped up to bat for him.

Steve practiced his breathing exercises as the players they could find on such short notice got ready. He stepped up on stage, gave a friendly wave to the regulars who recognized and cheered for him.

He took a seat at the piano he'd had to tune himself before the show because it got so little use.

"Hey, you bunch of vagrants and drains on society." His words were met with proud hoots and hollers. "It's me, Steve, your favorite bartender." This was met with a loud boo from the bar, Robin playfully heckling him.

"That bunch of assholes the boss hired canceled, yeah, I know. So you get me instead, aren't you lucky? Usually you have to buy a drink to get to listen to my dulcet tones." Steve grinned as the crowd booed, whistled, and catcalled. "So enjoy the music, I wrote it myself. Yeah, that's right, fuck you, I have layers. Or if you don't like it, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the view you bunch of pervs." More catcalls.

Steve signaled the players and waited a moment, waiting for his cue, as they played the intro. They weren't bad for only two days of practice.

Jesus, come talk to me

I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free

I know that I need us more than I need me

One more whiskey, I am wild and free

Steve started playing as he continued singing.

Oh, but I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Steve didn't hear any hecklers, not that he thought anyone was that willing to get on Robin's Shit List, but he still didn't dare look up.

Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me

I am on four drugs, I am wild and free

I know that I failed less, the less I knew me

Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

Steve felt good about the beat and the band seemed to be really getting into it.

Oh 'cause I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Ay, yeah

Yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Yeah, yeah

He timed his breathing as the band trailed into the chorus.

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve nodded and belted the post chorus.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve blinked his eyes open when he felt a bit of an echo- no, there were people singing along. He recognized Robin's off key voice and smiled. Steve sang out the lyrics with his whole chest.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

He could hear a lot more voices raise with his as he sang the last chorus as the band tapered off. "Come on, beggers!"

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

For an embarrassing moment, Steve thought he might fucking cry at the roars from the bar. Yeah, it was a few dozen regulars, drunkards, and partiers blitzed out of their minds, but it was leagues above his self doubt's worst case scenario. He had to swallow hard more than once before he felt confident enough to talk into the mic again. 

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, you assholes?" Steve knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but it was hard to care. "Give a hand to the band, they had like two days to fucking practice my crap, holy shit."

The bar clapped and yelled for them. The band looked pleased with the positive attention and a few waved back. One flipped off the audience much to their delight.

"Now, the rest of the songs are covers, the good shit, I promise." Steve announced. "So spend your fucking money, don't forget to tip, and enjoy."

They ended up playing some Nirvana, a little The Clash of course, Dead Kennedys, Siouxsie and the Banshees, through in a Motley Crüe song, and topped it off with his beloved Queen.

To Steve's honest surprise and giddiness, there was a demand for an encore of Beggar's Song. He led them through it one more time before ending for the night. Closing time was in less than an hour and he wanted to help Robin out with last call.

They got a decent amount of tips that he let the band take the lion's share of, but still got a sweet fifteen bucks on top of the thirty his boss had already paid him. He'd be able to buy some pretty good food for him and Robin this month.

That's all I got for now!

The backstory is Robin and Steve moved together somewhere after Robin got kicked out for coming out to her parents.

Maybe she stayed with Steve until her parents told his parents and they called to tell him to send her home, whatever. Robin and Steve decided to strip whatever they could from the house, sell it, sneak into her room while her parents were gone to pack, and they rode off into the sunset. 

Now they have a shitty apartment, jobs at a shitty bar, and they've never been happier. ❤

I have plans to bring Billy and Eddie into it later.

Two Nights Ago

Robin: I volunteered you for a gig

Steve: I've only sang in front of you!

Robin: it's time to fly, I'm kicking you out of the nest, dingus

Steve: does this make you my mama bird?

-Robin throws a pillow at him-

Steve: how could you do this to your child!

[tailsbeth-writes]

happy friday taylor - here's my prompt

'I think this calls for copious amounts of alcohol.'

southern philanthropy - (i was gonna give you a big sad prompt to go with this but how about something fun and flirty instead lolz)

Better late than never! Read on Ao3 here 🥂

Alex, you home?’

When Alex initially gave Liam a key for the Brownstone, he laughed hautily. What on earth would he need one for? They don't live in the same state, nevermind same city. And yet now here he was in Alex and Henry’s hallway, drenched in rain water with a hastily packed bag. As the door shuts behind him, there's a moment of quiet which makes Liam flinch. He starts to breathe again when David comes rattling across the wooden floor to give him a proper greeting.

‘Good to see you boy. Where are your dads?’

David rolls onto his back as if to answer the question, Liam sighs and stands up straight.

‘Alex? Henry?’ He calls out cautiously. The lounge is empty but he can hear noise from the kitchen, is that someone singing? Liam stays close to the wall and he creeps around the door frame. He knows this place probably has the best security in the state but he can't help the intruder alarm going off in his mind.

‘She wore a raspb- AHHHH!’

Percy screams as he spins around to see Liam appear out of nowhere. He pulls off his headphones and puts down the large bowl he'd been mixing. Liam has his hands in the air as if Percy is some timid cat he doesn't want to scare off.

‘I am so sorry dude! I had a spare key, I didn't know Alex and Henry weren't home, I shoul-’ Liam’s ramble is disrupted by Percy’s laughter, he blinks rapidly unsure of his next move.

‘My dear, you're quite alright. I just got a little shock. I'm Percy, lovely to meet you.’

Percy takes Liam's damp hand and pecks it, Liam can feel a flush filling his cheeks.

‘Liam. Old high school buddy of Alex’s.’

Percy’s eyes screw up a moment, his head nodding up and down as his eyes widen again.

‘You're that Liam, aren't you?’

Liam rolls his eyes, he isn't sure he enjoys being part of the first son's queer lore but it skips some contextual questions at least.

‘The one and only.’

‘So what might a gorgeous little thing like you be doing here?’

Liam winces, and not just because he can feel cold water seeping through his t-shirt down his back. There's arguments echoing through his mind, his eyes sting from all the crying. A hand settles on his shoulder, it's warm and Liam wants to lean into the touch.

‘I broke up with my boyfriend. Just as we were getting ready for vacation. So yeah, bit of a shit show.’

Percy pulls him into a tight hug, practically squeezing the life out of him. His chin fits neatly on Percy’s shoulder, he can smell leather and jasmine and it shouldn't work together but it does. Percy pulls away before Liam is ready for him too, he didn't know how much he needed a hug.

‘Should I call the boys? They took an impromptu weekend break, some law school chum of Alex’s let them borrow a family cabin. I'm the pooch sitter.’

Liam shakes his head. He's biting his lip as they lull into silence, cogs turning as he works out where he can go. Percy put his hands on his hips.

'I think this calls for copious amounts of alcohol. What's your poison?’

Liam’s mouth hangs open, Percy is already clinking bottles as he works through the kitchen cupboard.

‘I can just go find a hotel or something, I really should have called ahead. Kind of dumb of me to be honest.’

‘Hush! Come here.’

Liam walks around the kitchen counter as Percy takes two shot glasses out and uncorks tequila.

‘I’ll buy them another bottle, it can be our little secret til then.’ Percy winks at Liam and he almost collapses. Liam doesn't meet guys like Percy day to day, he doesn't meet them full stop. Liam takes a shot glass and Percy holds his up to toast.

‘To… new beginnings!’

[ticklystuff]

Okay my fav Itto with E and W please 🫶

tickly alphabet

n$fw warning for z

hello keru sir, ty for requesting our faves hehe i am always prepared to talk about my dumbass fave

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

oh itto gets very touchy when he wants to tickle someone. he'll do stuff like sling his arm over their shoulder or around their waist to pull them into a hug, while using one finger to discreetly (in his mind) poke at their side or chest. he also likes to do the wiggly finger motions at the other person just to see their reaction, he's a menace

when he wants to be tickled, he will initiate his own tickle fights, but won't go so hard that the other person won't have a fighting chance and can retaliate against him. also, after wrecking someone, he's really nice and will offer to let them tickle him back alkdjsfa idk i really like this headcanon, he's a sweetheart

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

oh this man is the type of man to be like "tickletickletickletickletickle" in his baby voice while wrecking someone and it's like STOP SHUT THE FUCK UP and i also do think he can say it in a normal setting. he also likes to say it around people he knows gets nervous around the word like gorou just to see their reactions

BUT he also can't handle when someone uses verbal teases while tickling him and he fucking dies when his ler is like "tickletickletickle-" like u are dumb and brought this on yourself and he'll cover his face and want to bite into his arm and you can visibly see his ears begin to turn red

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

i feel like childe would enjoy some mild bondage to a degree because he sees it as a challenge and finds it thrilling, so like maybe his arms tied behind his back. he doesn't like being totally restrained though and would prefer to at least wiggle around a little bit and he grows increasingly nervous with each added layer of restraints, but he won't actually admit it and would put up a straight face the whole time

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

hmmmm i don't think he'd be the type to be nervous about answering. he'd probably be like "pfft yeah, why?" but i do think around certain people (zhongli, scara, traveler) if they were to ask him, he'd be like "yeah yeah, are you?" before beginning to poke and tickle them to answer his own question

Z: Zones | N$FW - Do they have an erogenous tickle zone: the spot that turns them on when tickled?

oh his nipples and he gets so embarrassed about how spontaneous it is too LMAOOO like the feeling of someone placing their palm against them is already enough to get him turned on

also i feel like he's somewhat of a masochist and gets turned on by intense tickles in general. idk like i feel like having his arms tied up to the headboard and just really digging into his armpits for an extended period of time and ignoring his pleas to the point that his eyes practically roll into the back of his head and he's spiraled into silent laughter.. like i think he'd really like that lol

[mindfuljujutsu]

No Strings Attached

What starts as a clandestine arrangement between Yuki and Gojo quickly turns into a rollercoaster of emotions, with unexpected twists and turns. As they navigate the complexities of their connection, they'll discover that love doesn't always play by the rules.

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

words: 1 820

a/n: This was originally intended to be a simple Gojo one-shot, but it kept on getting longer and longer. So, I decided to turn it into a short series. I'd also like to mention that some things don't exactly align with the jjk plot, but they have been adjusted for creative purposes to enhance the story's flow and coherence. I hope you enjoy it regardless. The next part is coming soon. Happy reading!

2013

Yuki spotted Satoru the moment he entered the room where the party in honor of Kento Nanami's birthday was being held. Nanami wasn't the type to celebrate his birthday, let alone join any celebration or party. So, it was safe to say that Nanami wasn't too enthusiastic when his group of friends decided to throw him a birthday party. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here—a room full of teenagers dancing, drinking, and making out in Gojo's massive apartment.

Satoru Gojo looked incredible. His messy white hair was styled as usual, he sported his signature round sunglasses (despite it being nighttime), and he rocked a tight-fitted black t-shirt with matching skinny black jeans. Saying that Satoru looked good was an understatement.

Yuki watched as he greeted people, making his way through the crowd of party-goers. He shook hands, accepted hugs, and gave fist-bumps to people he probably didn't even know, but who definitely knew him. He was the quintessential popular guy straight out of a book—handsome, rich, confident, cocky, and undeniably self-absorbed. Things that Yuki had initially despised about him but had come to accept.

Satoru moved towards his group of friends, consisting of Geto, Shoko, and Nanami. They were all sitting at the bar located right next to Satoru's kitchen (what teenager had a bar in their apartment? They were all just under the age limit to drink), engaged in their own conversation. When Satoru arrived, he immediately got pulled into a chair and included in whatever discussion they were having.

"He's hot, isn't he?" A feminine voice remarked from beside Yuki on the couch she was relaxing on.

She turned to see an unfamiliar face, a girl she hadn't seen at Jujutsu High or at any of the parties she attended. She must've been new to the school or the area.

Seeing the confusion on Yuki's face, the girl extended her hand for a shake and introduced herself. "I'm Iori Utahime. I recently moved to the area from Kyoto."

Yuki nodded and shook Utahime's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yuki," she said before sipping her beverage. "Do you attend Jujutsu High? I've never seen you before."

"No," Utahime shook her head. "I graduated from high school two years ago, but I'm attending Jujutsu Tech to become a Grade One sorcerer."

"Wow, you really don't look your age. You fit right in with us high schoolers."

"Thanks," Utahime smiled. "What year are you?"

"I'm a second-year semi-Grade 1."

"How did you get invited to the party? Do you know Nanami or something?" Yuki asked curiously. She had never seen or heard of Utahime, and if she were part of Satoru's group, she would've definitely heard about it already.

"No, I got invited by my dorm mate who's around here somewhere," she said, waving around the room vaguely. "We met Shoko, that girl over there," she pointed towards Shoko who was laughing at whatever Geto had just said, "outside the Tech while we were having a smoke break. She got us invited to the party."

"The guy you've been staring at, he's pretty hot," Utahime shrugged casually, nodding towards Satoru and his group.

"Gojo?" Yuki asked, feeling herself slightly flush at the thought of getting caught watching Satoru. She cleared her throat, "Uh, yeah, he is, but he's totally out of my league."

Utahime gave Yuki a once-over, analyzing her features and clothing. "I think you're pretty. You should go up to speak to him."

"What? Are you crazy?" Yuki laughed, shaking her head at Utahime's audacious idea. "I was only staring because he's hot. I don't like him like that or anything."

"Well, then, if you won't take him, I will," Utahime stood up from the couch and straightened out her tiny skirt. "Are you coming?"

Yuki nearly choked on her drink. "Over there? To Gojo?"

Utahime rolled her eyes at Yuki's incredulity. "Yeah, obviously," she pointed over her shoulder, "I'm going to go over to Shoko. I'm sure she'll introduce me to all her friends, including Gojo. I'll make my move then."

"I get that. I just don't understand why you want me to tag along."

"We'll get you introduced to him so that he at least knows you exist. Besides, you'll get to stare at him up close too."

Yuki set her empty cup on the coffee table and hesitantly stood up to follow Utahime as she made her way towards Satoru and his friends. She looked down at her little black dress and made sure to brush out any wrinkles it got from sitting on the couch for so long.

"Utahime!" Shoko exclaimed when she saw the two of them approaching. "You came!"

Utahime smiled at Shoko, "Yeah, Chichi came too, but I somehow lost her in this house."

"Everyone, let me introduce you all to my new friend, Utahime. She just moved here from Kyoto," Shoko said. Everyone introduced themselves, either waving or shaking Utahime's hand.

"Oh," Utahime said, realizing that Yuki was still there, practically hiding behind her. "This is Yuki. She attends school with all of you."

Yuki shyly waved at the group, who were already looking at her with tiny smirks, almost as if they knew a secret that nobody else knew. And they did.

"Yes, Yuki," Geto mused, smirk still on his lips. "I know you from somewhere, but I just can't put my finger on it."

Yuki felt her entire face flush in embarrassment, knowing what he was getting at.

"You're right," Satoru chuckled, staring at Yuki with those bright blue eyes hiding behind his glasses. "I feel like we've met before. Do I know you from somewhere?"

Yuki felt her eye twitch in annoyance. She had a sarcastic response on the tip of her tongue but decided against saying anything. "No. You're probably confusing me for someone else."

"Probably," Gojo agreed, but he still had that smirk on his face.

"It was nice meeting you all, but I gotta go," Yuki said, already backing away from the group, who watched her in amusement. Utahime watched on in confusion, probably not understanding what was going on between all of them.

Before anyone could say anything, Yuki bolted out of there and made her way straight out the front door of the apartment. Feeling as if she needed a breather, Yuki made her way up the tiny staircase hidden further down the hallway outside of Satoru's apartment. She followed the stairs that took her up to the empty rooftop of the fancy apartment complex.

There was a beautiful garden and barbecue area up there, but she walked right past that and instead made her way to the edge of the rooftop where she leaned against the railing to look out at the twinkling city lights below.

"I don't think I've ever seen you run that fast.”

Yuki screamed at the sudden appearance of a deep voice directly behind her. With a hand on her heart, she quickly turned around to face the culprit, who was laughing at her wide eyes.

Yuki punched Satoru's arm for scaring her. She hated it when he sneaked up on her, and he knew that well. He was always trying to get on her last nerve.

"You're such an asshole, Gojo," Yuki said, shaking her head and then turning back around to look at the view again.

Strong arms wrapped around Yuki's body, and Satoru pressed tightly against her back. She could still feel him laughing at her jump-scare earlier.

"I'm sorry," he said, sobering up, though not sounding apologetic at all.

"How did you know I'd come up here?" Yuki asked, tilting her head to get a better look at Satoru.

"When I saw you bolt out of the apartment, I knew you'd come up here."

Yuki groaned at the reminder of her hasty exit but turned around in Satoru's arms and glared at him a moment later.

"You and your big mouth," she said, poking him on the chest with her finger. "You just had to tell your friends that we were hooking up, didn't you."

"You don't think they would've found it suspicious that I kept turning down girls and going home alone all the time? I was saving us from having them on our backs all the time, and trust me, they would've found us in some kind of compromising position eventually."

With that, Gojo leaned down and smashed his lips to Yuki's, pulling her body tighter against him in response. Yuki couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. No boy had ever kissed her as good as Gojo did. 

Yuki felt Gojo’s hand trailing up her thigh and going under her black dress, but before he could get any further, a tiny yet familiar voice broke them apart. 

"Are you both seriously doing this up here?"

"Jeez, kid," Gojo groaned when he saw Megumi sitting cross-legged on the ground in the garden area. Yuki hastily pushed Gojo away from her, not wanting Megumi to see more than he had already witnessed.

Yuki heard Gojo groan and swear under his breath, knowing that he probably wasn't going to get any alone time soon. Yuki smiled at Megumi as she approached his tiny figure sitting criss-cross-apple sauce on the ground.

"What are you doing up here, Gumi?" Yuki asked, holding out her hand for him to take. After staring at it in contemplation for a few seconds, he took it and pulled himself up.

"Gojo said that I should stay in my room during the party, but the music was too loud and distracting, so I came up here for some peace and quiet," Megumi explained, tightening his gown around his tiny Batman pajamas.

"You know not to come up here alone, Megumi," Gojo scolded the young boy. "Especially at this time of night."

"I tried sleeping, but all those people were too noisy!"

"C'mon," Gojo said, moving to pick Megumi up. "You're going back to your room."

Megumi whined but surprisingly didn't argue. "Can I at least get some cake before I go to bed?"

"There's no cake at the party."

"What kind of party is this?" Megumi asked, looking at both Yuki and Gojo with wide eyes.

Yuki couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "How about we go for a milkshake at Diddi's?" Yuki suggested. Diddi's American-style diner was open all night on weekends and was a favorite place for the three of them to hang out.

"Yes, yes, yes, please!" Megumi exclaimed in excitement. "Please, Gojo, please! Let's go to Diddi's, and after that, I promise I'll go straight to my room."

Gojo sighed but agreed anyway. He had trouble saying no to Megumi sometimes.

"Fine. Let's go."

a/n: The interactions between Gojo and Megumi are absolutely adorable and were one of the main reasons why I decided to extend this fic. You can look forward to more heartwarming Gojo and Megumi interactions in the future 😉

I'd also like to mention that the posting of this series won't strictly follow its timeline. I thought it would be more interesting to include time-skips in each part. See you soon!!

[scriv3lloirl]

My personal Little Shop LGBT Headcanons (+ random shit lol) cus it's pride n I can do whatever t'hell I want.

There are tons of microlabels listed here cus I love givin representation t' the lesser known labels out there, includin my own!!

Also I don't wanna hear shit bout how they wouldn't know what half these labels even are. I'm well aware of that, I'm jus havin fun.

tw: f-slur

enjoy n feel free t' ask questions bout my headcanons if ya want ‼️

Seymour Krelborn | he/they

- transgender (ftm)

- biromantic (fluctuatin male-n-female preference)

- nebularomantic

- asexual

- in modern day, he'd probably use nature related xenogenders

- unlabeled Seymour also works tbh. He seems like the kinda guy who'd be overwhelmed by all these labels

Audrey Fulquard | she/her

- transgender (mtf)

- either hetero or panromantic

- demiromantic

- reciprosexual caedsexual

- she wouldn't say all of this if anyone asked, though. She'd probably say she's gay as a general term, y'know?

- Whenever pride comes round, she makes these beautiful bouquets t' sell that are discreet pride flags. It looks like a bunch'a pretty colors, but nope. Secret lesbian flag.

Orin Scrivello | he/him (maybe it/its too)

- transgender (ftm)

- biromantic (hella internalized homophobia)

- hypersexual.

- aegosexual n/or fraysexual

- he keeps his sexuality n all that locked t'fuck DOWN. He got lucky cus his top scars healed beautifully n ya can't tell he even had any surgeries done.

- If anyone even mentions being gay round him, he suddenly gets very defensive. "Who t'hell are ya callin a faggot?!"

- He has no issues with gay people, he'll tell ya that straight up. But he is not one of them, y' hear? (He is.)

Gravis Mushnik | he/him

- cisgender man

- hetroflexible (biromantic)

- heterosexual

- All gay customers get a discount on flowers. (He jus says that n has Seymour put up a sign in the window for it ...There's no discount btw.)

Twoey / Audrey II | she/it

- agender

- acearo REPULSED

- please do not fuck the plant

- triple a threat.

Crystal | she/her

- cisgender female

- sapphic

- asexual

- Random headcanon, but all the Urchins are aliens (cousin Twoey.) They jus spawned into Skid Row one day n nobody questioned it.

Ronnette | she/he/them (any)

- gender non conformin (gnc)

- neptunic

- aceflux

- fem presentin.

- Chat I've seen like three productions where they have Ronnie played by a dude n it altered my brain chemistry.

Chiffon | she/her

- cisgender female

- lesbian

- acespec

- she is a man hatin lesbian.

Frank Guest | he/him

- cisgender male

- mlm

- nebulasexual + graysexual

- def. has the hots for Seymour.

Arthur Denton | he/it (that/thats)

- cisgender male

- panromantic

- homosexual

- ambiamorous

- I saw someone headcanon that he has a wife n kids n that he's jus a big ol jokester who moans in the dental chair!! I think bout that all the time.

- Nobody wants his freaky ahh.

Mrs. Mack | she/her

- cisgender female

- lesbian

- dating Mrs. Luce cus fuck you guys

Mrs. Luce | she/her

- transgender (mtf)

- lesbian

- dysphorsexual

- in a lavender marriage with Mr. Luce (aka. the editor of Life Magazine (who's a gay man)) she's actually datin Mrs. Mack

Mr. Bernstein | he/him

- cisgender male

- polymantic

- homosexual

- "Seymour, sweetheart, dollface, bubalah..." Yea. Y'ur gay.

Skip Snip | he/him

- cisgender male

- aromantic

- homosexual

- "It's nice to meet me, the pleasure is yours!" Yeah. Welcome t' Homoville buddy.

Patrick Martin | he/him

- cisgender male

- heterosexual

- homophobic.

- I don't like Patrick Martin. so he's a cishet.

Wink Wilkinson | he/him

- cisgender male

- panromantic

- asexual

- He'd be the kinda guy who'd wear "Free Hugs!" shirt at pride n give out really cringy pride stickers like "I'm a Pan-da!!" N shit t' the people he interviews on the radio. He's great.

[regulus-blacks-lover]

Hiiiii Can I have 4,37, 40 with Sirius Black please? Maybe some reverse comfort? Or not that's fine too! Thank you!!!!

4 “stay here.” 37 “going home isn’t an option anymore.” 40 “i’ll keep you safe.”

Omg this was so fun and sad and comforting to write. I am always so soft for Sirius and LOVE reverse comfort. @wolfmoonmusic I hope you enjoy! <3

Words: 1,330

Warnings: Angst, some light swearing maybe? Not proofread.

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"I'm sorry to show up like this, I just... 'm sorry. Home wasn't an option, not anymore. Not safe." The raven-haired boy was soaked to the bone- water was literally dripping off his clothes. His gaze was fixed on the ground. Standing there on your doorstep, tall, strong, confident, Sirius Black looked small. More than that, he looked scared.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and you both jumped. Your gaze fell to the broomstick he clutched in one hand. He'd flown here in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Sirius–" You began, but your voice faltered, and you pulled him into a tight embrace. It was like hugging a flash flood, and your front was soaked almost instantly, but you hardly noticed. "Shit, you're freezing." You said, feeling the way his body shook with cold. "Let's get you a bath or something, yeah?"

He nodded once, allowing you to guide him inside, one arm wrapped around his waist.

"Have you eaten?" You asked. You took his broomstick and bag, setting them in the entryway of the house.

He shook his head.

"That's okay, I just had some soup for dinner, it's still on the stove. You get yourself a bowl of that, okay? And I'll go run you a bath."

He nodded, still looking at the ground.

"Sirius," You said, pausing until he looked at you. "I'm glad you're here." And with that, you hurried down the hall and into the bathroom.

You made sure the water was as hot as the tap would allow, and filled it with an assortment of your favorite soaps until a good layer of bubbles had floated to the surface.

When you returned from drawing the bath, Sirius was just finishing his bowl of soup. He'd eaten it standing, probably to avoid making a puddle at the table. A pang of guilt went through you; you wished you'd told him to sit and make himself comfortable. You didn't linger on the thought, though. Instead you took the bowl from Sirius. His fingertips were like ice as you brushed against them. You abandoned the bowl in the kitchen sink.

"Let's get you warmed up, yeah?" You extended your hand to him and he took it. You led him down the hallway and to the bathroom.

"The bath is ready for you. There's a fresh towel on the back of the door, and a pair of your old sweats by the sink. I found an old jumper that's too big for me, it should fit you." You said, and started to let go of his hand, but he didn't pull away. If anything, his hand tightened around yours slightly.

"Will you- Will you stay with me? Please?" He asked, his grey eyes finding yours. His voice was hoarse.

You nodded. "Of course."

So you followed him into the bathroom. His shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jacket. You covered his hands with your own, pressing a small kiss gently into the knuckles of either hand. Then you moved to finish unbuttoning his jacket, helping him pull it off his shoulders.

Underneath, his t-shirt was plastered to his body with rain. You tugged the hem of if up over his head, letting it fall to the floor next to his jacket.

His trousers were the last to go. He shimmied them down his body. By the time all his clothes were off, he was shaking so badly you could hear his teeth chattering.

You held his hand as he stepped into the tub. He winced at the heat, but lowered himself into the water nevertheless. Once his body was submerged, he seemed to relax a bit, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the tub.

You pulled up a stool, suddenly unsure if he still wanted you there. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked.

He shook his head. The movement gave you an idea. "Want me to wash your hair?" You asked.

A pause, then he nodded.

You set to work, selecting a bottle of shampoo and lathering it between your palms before massaging it into his scalp. He sighed at your touch. The relief in it was heavenly to your ears, and you continued to work the soap into his hair.

When you'd fully lathered, you took the showerhead and turned the water on, testing the temperature on the back of your hand before letting the water run through his hair, washing away the soap.

His eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to study his face. His sharp cheekbones were more prominent than they'd been the last time you'd seen him and he'd grown gaunt. There were purple shadows below his eyes.

You ran a finger gently across his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open to look at you. For a moment, that's all there was – just silence as he gazed up at you. You moved your hand down to his shoulder, stroking his skin lightly.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, and lifted his hands out of the water to cover his face. "I can't believe I left." He said a moment later, his voice muffled by his hands. "What am I going to do?"

You continued rubbing the side of his shoulder. "You're going to stay here, with me. It'll be okay."

When he pulled his hands away from his face, his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. He reached for you without speaking, returning your gesture by running his thumb across your cheek, his finger leaving a thin line of bubbles in its wake.

After soaking in the tub awhile longer, he got out and dressed in the clean clothes you'd managed to find. The jumper was only slightly too small for his lanky frame. When he was dressed, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking uncertain.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Sorry for showing up like that, I'm sorry to need to crash here, I'm so sorry to put all of this on you, I–"

"Sirius, stop it." You said firmly. "I want you to be here. I'm glad you're here, and not out on your own, or somewhere that isn't safe for you to be." You once again extended your hand to him, and he took it.

You pulled him into your bedroom, motioning to the bed. "Get in." You said. "I'll come keep you warm in just a minute."

You thought he was going to argue, but after a small pause he simply pulled the sheets back and climbed into the bed. Immediately, he curled into himself, staring blankly at the wall. His distant expression made your blood boil. You wanted to destroy those people- his family- for causing that empty look in his eyes. But you forced yourself to stay as calm as possible, for Sirius.

You went quickly to the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. While you waited, you washed your face and changed into your pajamas.

You returned to the bedroom a few moments later, placing a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table beside Sirius. You crossed the room and got into bed on the other side, spooning your body against Sirius as best you could. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt the rise and fall of his breathing.

A few moments passed and you asked gently, "Are you okay?"

"They'll never let me go back, even if I decide I want to." He said. "They were supposed to protect me, they were supposed to love me, they–" His speech faltered, and he didn't say anything else.

You pressed your face into the back of his shoulder. "You're safe here. You know that, right? I'll protect you now. I'm sorry they didn't. But I'm going to. I promise. You're safe with me. I love you."

You reached an arm over his body, and he took your hand in his, pressing it against his chest. "Safe." He repeated.