#(poor eye contact/constantly looking around as if expecting something)

[habitual-creatures]

SHIT-

*Starts purring to try and calm Evan down*

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

(( UH- I hate when I have to do this but in this state this would actually make it worse. Dis. Dis is now at the wonderful /sarc help- end of Evan quite literally sort of smacking at it and otherwise trying to get it to stop ))

[hanasnx]

"IF YOU WANT MORE LOVE, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?" — anakin skywalker.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to my moot ro @dosiido bcos if she hadnt written that little toji blurb i prolly never wouldve tried writing a little smthn tn. WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | size difference + kink | lashing reference | a little ass pat | references to vaginal fingering | p in v | overstimulation mention | fluffy and loving.

6'7!ANAKIN SKYWALKER makes the very ground shake. Vibrations reverberate throughout the floor when he storms through, warning you of his impending presence. His sheer mass cannot be explained, only experienced firsthand. As if reactivating any residual prey instincts sewn deep into your DNA from ancient times, you shy in his atmosphere as he takes up the room with not only his muscled body but his overarching personality. It's strong, potent. Arguments with him are impossible when he can intimidate you with a glance. His permanent scowl etched into his eyebrows make sure of that.

"What?" he asks, and anyone but you would mistake it for irritability, when instead he is concerned. His feathery voice soothes your ears, and you gulp as he searches your body language for signs of fatigue or discomfort.

Caught, heat rises to your cheeks and you avert your gaze. "Nothing." you respond promptly, a twinge of fear that his impatience will earn you some form of lashing. Not that you'd mind. You're hot and bothered standing next to him, and he looks down at you like you're a child to be taken care of or taught.

"You're staring again." he audibly observes, and traces of exasperation are heard within his tone. You chew your lip, punctually swallowing your rebuttal that he has the worst staring problem of anyone you've ever met, constantly observing you as if you're an animal to be studied through experiments he himself design. In a way, you are. Tested through various sorts of stimulation that he calculates, you might as well be his personal pet project. Being stared at by Anakin is an expectation of yours, and a right that he believes to own. Once it's clear you're lost in thought—or won't respond—he leads you away with a large hand grazing the small of your back. The tingles of his contact shoot straight up to glitter in your brain as pleasurable frission, so desperate for his attention that the slightest bit of it sends you into an embarrassing tizzy. "What's gotten into you?" he speaks under his breath, and you're sure a scold is on its way. You fight the disappointment that creeps up when his hand drops from your back, but returns just as swiftly when he tucks you into the atmosphere of his side, corralling you into the privacy of a dark corner.

You can't bring yourself to say anything, hopelessly peering up at him with big eyes to which he gets lost in. Batting your lashes, a tug appears at the corner of his lips as he watches your hands clasp behind your back in an innocent manner, twirling side to side as your chest sticks out from your positioning. As if he can understand your secret language, he sighs, and glances over his shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. One signal in a tilt of his head, and you giddily follow his directions as the flat ends of his fingers give your ass an encouraging pat when you pass him.

You hadn't anticipated that when he was herding you towards seclusion with his massive body behind yours—gently urging you forward with his body heat and curling his frame around you to check the cute expression on your face—that you'd end up tangled up in him again. He hadn't anticipated it either, fully intended to get you off with two thick fingers coaxing a release out of you so you'll stop ogling him like a lost puppy. Instead, you were too good to resist. Poor pussy pulsing around his knuckles, begging for something better had him undoing his pants to bury himself within you.

Grateful, you clutch onto his clothes, bunching it all up in your little hands as you gasp for air over his hulking shoulder. Folded up over yourself like a malleable doll he's molded to his whims, you feel infinitely smaller than before underneath him. Even his head next to yours dwarfs yours, his face longer, wider, more chiseled than your round and soft cheeks. You feel his gentle lips kissing onto one as he begs you to loosen up with shallow ruts into your cunt.

"Why didn't you just say so?" he questions husky and hot in your ear. You shiver, your hole spasming around him, still recovering from the overstimulation of orgasms he pulled before this. "Do I have to read your mind?"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how hard you squeeze them shut, willing yourself to nod as he carves out a space for his long cock inside you, able to bottom out. A long groan resounds from low in his throat as he soaks the fit of it in.

A moment is spent in content silence as you bite hard into your lower lip. A clumsy thumb wedges in between you two, stroking at your prickling clit. A thankful wetness wells up within you. "Next time I'll make you use those pretty words, my love. For now, let me take care of you."

[hoonvrs]

ENHA AND THEIR HABITS

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none (i think??)

W. COUNT 1.6k

S. NOTE first proper drabble on this acc to ease me back in to writing, also because i don’t have time to write a full fic but shh

LEE HEESEUNG

( singing your name )

no matter where he is, he constantly sings your name

could be in public, at home, even at work

sometimes you’ll hear him singing your name out before you even hear him approaching you

has a new habit of singing your name in the middle of random conversations

he’d be talking to you in the most monotone voice ever then here comes mariah carey once your name is mentioned

would finish his sentence in the most normal voice ever as if he didn’t just scream your name in falsetto

gets weird stares from everyone around you

( adamant to talk to you even though he’s actively falling asleep )

you both fell into the routine of calling each other at night

and even though you can hear him slurring his speech and dosing off he refuses to hang up

would deny to hell and back that he is sleepy

even though you can literally hear him losing consciousness

would eventually hang up on him because the arguing became him saying incoherent words trying to prove himself

guess what: did not prove anything

expect him to call all pouty the next morning because you hung up

PARK JONGSEONG

( touch your hair )

he’s not used to long hair (or at least longer)

would easily become obsessed with touching your hair

once saw a tiktok of how to braid hair and fell into a rabbit hole

would randomly try and braid your hair after watching a few youtube tutorials and 100% creates a lot of knots

but you still let him because he’s just so cute when he tries to brush your hair carefully without hurting you (would also give the best scalp messages)

if you have curly/coily hair he’d start asking about your hair type and would loveee helping you when its hair day

camera roll is just filled with pictures of him with bobby pins in his mouth/experimenting on your hair

( intense eye contact )

jay has never had a problem with holding eye contact talking to people

so poor baby was confused when you could barely hold eye contact for a minute

after getting together he’d ask you why you did that, and you had to explain that not everyone can intensely hold eye contact the whole time

also mentioned how him being attractive did not help your case

definitely the type to follow your eyes with his whole face to tease you

also prepare your heart for being on the receiving end of his ‘madly in love’ stare

would stare at you with his pretty boy eyes with so much love and no shame, he couldn’t care less who sees him

SIM JAEYUN

( blinking at you expectingly )

everyone knows jake is a very curious boy

both you and him knew that

so, him asking you questions about everything and anything is normal to you

but after the first few questions you realise, he never fails to look at you expectantly blinking his eyes at a kind of concerning speed

don’t think he even realises he does it

but it’s the cutest thing ever so its okay

could ask you the most out of pocket question then give you puppy eyes blinking at you cutely 

would push you into an existential crisis with his questions about life and debrief you with his blinking  

( resting his head on your lap )

you can never sit down to do anything without suddenly feeling something heavy in your lap

sit down and you’ll be able to distantly hear the sound of someone running full speed to lay on you

jake is a big fan of head scratches but sometimes he just wants to be there

could both be doing you own thing

no ‘hi, hello how was your day’ just head in lap and hand in hair

once you nudged him away from your lap because he wouldn’t stop fidgeting and he gave you the silent treatment for 2 hours

nothing a few head rubs and praises can’t fix

PARK SUNGHOON

( tieing your shoelaces )

hoon is a domestic type of boyfriend 

so don’t be surprised when he likes to help you do mundane acts like putting on your coat, opening the door for you

but his favourite thing to do is tie your shoelaces

you don’t know why he likes doing it so much and honestly neither does he

bonus points if the weather is cold and you’re wearing a puffy coat with a scarf and hat practically drowning you 

sometimes he’ll watch you struggle a little when you can’t reach your shoes comfortably before sweeping in to save you

god forbid he sees you let someone else do it, you’ll have to deal with a petty sunghoon for the rest of the day

( squeezing/biting you )

when you first got together he’d randomly lean over to you and squeeze whatever limb is closest to him

sometimes it’s cute like your arm or thigh but sometimes he’s a weirdo and will squeeze your ankle if its close enough

after becoming more comfortable he’d start grabbing you more until one day he bit you

you were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie when you suddenly feel a set of teeth gently bite your cheek

cue him trying to explain himself whilst you stare at him holding your cheek in confusion

it’s a little cute like when he bites softly onto your hand but sometimes it would fucking hurt like the one time he back hugged you and bit you on the back

he suffers from high levels of cuteness aggression so it won’t be the last time he bites you a little too hard

KIM SUNWOO

( watch you do your makeup )

sunoo grew up watching his sister do her makeup in the mirror nearly everyday so of course he’d watch when you do it

would love to see the way you decide what look to do and what colours to pick

make sure to always ask for his input because he loves helping you pick your makeup

a little hesitant to ask to try on you since his sister never let him

would start smiling so hard when you let him

a bit scary though when he’s doing your makeup and giggling to himself

surprisingly good at it which confuses you because who was he practicing on hmm

( push up/take off your glasses )

when you first met sunoo you were wearing your contacts

so, when he saw you on a random day wearing glasses he became obsessed 

prefers at home dates since it usually means you wear your glasses instead of contacts

started a little thing were he’ll push your glasses up when its slides down

might slope down the little bit and now his finger is in your face

sometimes he’ll just completely take it off to mess with you

finds it hilarious when you try to read something far away and he snatches them off so you can’t see anymore

YANG JUNGWON

( watch you pick what to wear )

jungwon was shocked at the amount of clothes you had when you first started dating

which only got worse after you started stealing all his clothes

shocked gasps can be heard every time he hears you say you have nothing to wear

he finds the whole process of you picking out an outfit funny

loves when you try on multiple outfits because he knows you’ll probably end up with one of his hoodies and jeans

refuses to help you pick because you always ask only to do whatever you want 

loves when you make a pile of clothes you don’t want to wear on your bed because he can smell his and your perfume mixing from his hoodies

( poke/tickle you )

where sunghoon squeezes and bites, jungwon pokes and tickles

did it once to scare you but you didn’t react so now he’s made it his life goal to catch you off guard

convinced he can condition you into being ticklish if he tries hard enough like okay pavlov

will walk past you and jab his finger into your rib and get no reaction

where some people get bored and move on to someone who will react, yang jungwon only becomes more determined

has tried tickling you through the day to see if that changes anything. it doesn’t

lets just say a little argument ensued once when he decided to tickle you at 3am in your sleep

NISHIMURA RIKI

( constant touch )

niki is someone who needs constant physical touch 

he’s so dramatic with it too oh my god he’ll start whining about if you don’t touch him now he’ll die in two seconds

began with him trying to hug you 24/7 even when the members would tease him he wouldn’t let go

that soon changed to intertwining pinkies because walking whilst hugging is not easy

if for some reason he can’t hug or hold you pinkie he’ll make do

sometimes he’ll link your arms or pinch your clothes

another weirdo who’ll hug your leg if he has to

( looking for you in the morning )

he’s become accustomed to waking up with you that if he doesn’t see you next to him he’ll get up to look for you

it’s cute to you when he comes into the living room or kitchen dishevelled and hugs you

but scares the fuck out of his members

they were convinced for the first month he was sleep walking

would see niki at ass o’clock going through each room calling out your name like a broken record

would take him a minute to process the fact that you’re not there

would get sent a new videos daily from one of the members of a groggy niki going through the rooms saying your name

perm taglist @mesopret @tnyhees ​@haknom @shinsou-rii @redm4ri @lacimolela @llama-lyna @chiyuv @lazysmushi @flwoie

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate

Azrielx Archeron Oc

A/N- happy day 4 of my week celebrating over 100 new friends 💙 here is the winning poll piece with Azriel and our little Archeron OC, Kaylee. This mostly takes place pre-hybern and the Cauldron, but expect a turn at the end. This is a little bit of a Rollercoaster because I love the idea of Az and Kaylee going into her being made already kind of courting.

Summary - After her older sister returns home with 3 males in tow, Kaylee finds her life turn upside down by one of them. She is unknowingly drawn to the scarred male, and he to her.

Less fun Warnings - mentions of death and child loss (nothing graphic just in a healing house sense), mentions of SA, angst. Kidnapping

The fun warnings - smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (because what kind of Az fic doesn't pay into bdsm?), innocent oc, one use of impact play

Word count - around 3866

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The first time Azriel came, Feyre and Kaylee held eye contact, communicating silently. Her older sister had brought 3 men, males, she corrected herself, into their home, and now, she sat next to the one who had pretty blue gems. She supposed he was pretty, too.

If you liked your partner to quite possibly be able to kill you with their bare teeth.

And Kaylee supposed, again, that she maybe did. She looked at him before looking at Feyre and then went back to poking at her food.

When she went to bed that night, locked in her room alone by Nesta's orders, Kaylee could have sworn she saw a shadow move before something cool danced in hair and laced between her fingers.

On his second visit, Azriel found himself looking for Kaylee. He had bought something for her at a jewelry shop, without any inkling as to why. He held the small box containing the pretty raw sapphire necklace as he entered her room at the estate.

He froze at the sight of her. Her long sandy blonde hair was damp, she was wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. She was sitting at her vanity, frozen as she stared back at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dropping a letter off to Nesta?" Her voice reminded him of summer rain. It had played in his mind constantly the past couple weeks.

"I did. I was hoping to see you." He smiled as a flush instantly hit her face, gracing her cheekbones. "Only if that is okay, though. Nesta and Elain do not know I snunk up here." Kaylee nodded. She motioned for him to join her in the room, and he sat on her bed. The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit him instantly. Expensive, a shadow whispered. "How is the healing house?"

Kaylee smiled as she turned to him, running an oil through her long beautiful hair. Soft, another shadow whispered. "It's been okay. Lots of kids this week with colds and allergies. Poor little things."

"Do you want kids someday?" The question was out before Azriel could stop himself. "Sorry I-"

"With the right person, yes." Kaylee answered without hesitation. "But only if Feyre likes them. Which I guess gives me my short lifetime to find someone." Azriel felt his heart deflate at the reminder. Human, a shadow whispered. She is just human.

Azriel stood as she turned back to the mirror, keeping the box behind his back and he approached her. "Hold your hair up for me, Kaylee." She watched him from the mirror but did as he asked. "I bought this for you. I thought I couldn't help but to think of it with your eyes when I saw it." She allowed him access to her neck without fear as she watched him. His hands were shaking from his nerves as he placed the delicate necklace on her and closed the latch.

He couldn't help himself as he reached behind her, positioning the stone so it sat perfectly centered above her breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered to her softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

On his third visit, Azriel wasn't even supposed to technically be there. He had been trying to get into the Mortal Queen's Castle. During his flight, he was struck with an arrow. It wasn't ash, wasn't laced with faebane, but he took advantage of the injury nonetheless, using it as an excuse to see Kaylee. He was currently sat on her vanity stool, shirtless, as she cleaned the wound. "I don't know much about fae healing. It looks like it's already closing, though."

Azriel chuckled. "It probably is. I just wanted an excuse to see you." He laughed again as her face flushed and she smacked him on the shoulder. "Can you blame a male for wanting a pretty girl to tend to his injuries?"

Kaylee shook her head smiling before moving to clean the barely there cut on his face. "You are a shameless flirt, Azriel."

"Only when it comes to you, honeybee." He adjusted the sapphire necklace, smiling slightly. "How are you?"

Kaylee shrugged. "Nesta and Cassian got into it today when he stopped by. The energy of the house has been off since then. It's just a heavy feeling?" She looked at him, hoping he understood what she meant and he nodded. "How are you?"

"I was shot with an arrow today, Kaylee. I too have had better days." She couldn't help but to laugh at the statement, her head falling into his shoulder. He'd do anything to hear her laugh, to see her smile. "I did get to see you. So that does make up for it." She pulled back slightly, her face near his. The cut was long gone, the wound in his side had closed and all that was left was a faint pink mark.

Az, a familiar purr came into his mind. Where are you?

Almost to the wall. I'll be home soon. Azriel locked Rhysand out, his hand absent-mindedly moving to Kaylee's face.

Neither of them know if he moved in, or if she did, but one second there was a breath of air between them, the next, there was nothing but his lips on hers. Moving together as he pulled her closer between his legs and her hands came to rest on his chest.

It felt like, for once, something good was in his pathway. Something whole and pure. He pulled away from her, instantly missing the taste of honey and green tea that lingered on her, and rested his forehead against hers. "I have to go, Rhys is calling for me."

Kaylee just nodded. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?" Azriel nodded. "We should always say goodbye like that then."

"Agreed."

Azriel's third visit was spent mapping out the house. He had not seen Kaylee since his last stop, but a small box sat heavy in his pocket waiting for the moment Nesta was done with him so he could see her.

"The last room is Kay's," the oldest sister glared at him. "She might be in there, so if she is, do not speak with her and leave her alone." Azriel nodded. "She's had a rough week."

Azriel opened the door, closing it behind him when he found the mortal who haunted his every waking moment curled in a ball on her bed. Crying. Lost someone. The shadow he had trailing her told him. Little one.

Azriel sat on her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kaylee." She was instantly in his arms, crying harder as he held her against him. He adjusted slightly so she'd be in his lap, then pulled the box out and set it on her night stand. "It's okay, honeybee."

"It's not fair," and Azriel knew it wasn't. The shadow had finished filling him in. "He didn't even have a chance." He shushed her softly, pulling her in tighter. "It's just not fair."

"I know, Kaylee. I know. The loss of a babe is never fair, nor easy." They held each other in silence until her sobs became soft sniffles. Asleep. Likes to cuddle with the otter on the corner of the bed. We snuggle it every night. Azriel could have laughed at his shadows' confession. He laid Kaylee down, tucking her into the bed and handing her the otter. He watched as the shadow he had unknowingly lost to her weaved between her fingers and almost nestled into her. Ours, it whispered.

He kissed her lips gently and whispered a goodbye to her, leaving a quickly scribbled note with the box.

His fourth visit wasn't fun, nor did it allow him much time with her. He watched as Nesta fixed Kaylee's long soft waves, dissatisfied with the looks of her youngest sister.

They all had told the sisters how beautiful they looked, only for Nesta to back hand the compliment to Kaylee. "Had someone been home earlier, she'd look better."

There's nothing fucking wrong with her, Rhysand growled into the link he, Cassian, and Azriel were sharing. What is Nesta's fucking problem with her younger siblings?

From what my shadows caught, Kaylee did not get home until almost an hour ago. Something happened last night and she was pulled from bed.

That explains the medicine smell on her skin still. Cassian said softly. I think she looks fine. She looks extra glowy in that shade of blue, wouldn't you say, Azriel?

Ah yes, Rhysand said. With that clearly fae made jewelry. Admit you're courting her, Brother. We do not care..

Azriel slammed them out, moving to Kaylee as Nesta tried to force her younger sister to let her tie her hair up in braids. "Enough. She looks fine." He pulled Kaylee back to the wall by him and Cassian. They shared a silent look between them. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing the sapphire earrings he had purchased her.

Kaylee whispered quietly, "They're late." Cassian shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance. Kaylee jumped as a male suddenly appeared before her, guards and the queens winnowing in. Her hand had grabbed Azriel's, and he had protectively pulled the youngest sister behind him, almost handing her to Cassian with a growl. They did not get to kiss goodbye on that visit. An action Azriel would fly back soon to fix.

He had flown back a week later, sneaking into her room using the balcony door, and waited for her on her bed. He had not noticed her bathroom light was on. he was just anxiously waiting, mind in his own world. "Oh Gods! Azriel! You have to stop sneaking up on me." His gaze shot up and instantly widened.

Kaylee was standing there in her towel. Her long legs exposed to him, her upper chest exposed to him. "I-" he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it and looked away.

"Is everything okay?" Kaylee moved closer to him until she was right in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her toned thighs. "You are naked."

"Do fae not bathe naked? You all just leave your clothing on? Are you all ever naked?" He smirked at the question and bit at the bait she had tossed out.

"I'm naked when I bathe, Kaylee. I spend a lot of time naked actually." She hummed softly, tucking the end of her towel into itself. "Everything is fine, by the way. I just had a night off and thought I'd spend it seeing you." Kaylee nodded and smiled. "I figured we could maybe talk, or-" he trailed off, eyes on her legs again.

"Ooooor?" He shook his head. "Or what, Azriel?"

He swallowed again. "I will be honest. I forgot every idea I had once I realized you were naked."

Kaylee was debating something. Finally making her choice she dropped the towel, crawling into his lap, bare to him. "Does my nakedness bother you?" Azriel groaned, instantly switching their positions so she was below him.

He growled at her slightly parted lips before diving into them and kissing her deeply. His hands began to roam, going up from her waist to her breasts and squeezing the tender flesh. He devoured her moans, groaning in response as her legs fell wider apart to allow him more space. He moved his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, then biting into the pulse point softly.

Kaylee was responsive to him, to his every touch, lick, and kiss. He felt as if he were a sex God at how the littlest things he did seemed to be magic to her. "You are so beautiful. You know that?" He whispered into her ear before lightly biting it. She doesn't, the shadow said. She doesn't believe you. Azriel lifted her from the bed, pulling them in front of her full length floor mirror and stationed himself behind her. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, hands playing with her nipples as she turned to hide her face in his neck.

Her skin was on fire with every touch of his hands, only to be instantly cooled by his shadows. "So fucking beautiful," Azriel groaned into her neck. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say you're beautiful."

His hands roamed lower and lower, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continued to kiss her neck. "Az-"

"I gave you an order, little one," he bit harshly at her pulse point, soaking in her gasp and moan. "I expect you to follow it."

Kaylee's eyes rolled back as she moaned again. "Look in the mirror and say you are beautiful." Kaylee pulled back from him slightly, holding eye contact with him before realizing he was serious. "Do it or I stop. I will leave you here wet and alone, Kaylee. I only play with good girls."

She whimpered softly. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her face to look into the mirror. He had her spread out to him, his other large hand splayed on her lower stomach and public mound. "How can you see this beautiful body, those eyes, those legs, every fucking day and not realize how beautiful you are? Say. It."

Kaylee swallowed thickly as he watched her. "I'm beautiful," Azriel's hand on her chin moved to her throat, gripping gently. His other hand moved lower again, cupping her sex as he groaned at the feeling of her dripping for him.

"Again." He commanded.

"I'm beautiful," a single finger moved through her folds, gathering wetness.

"Again, honeybee."

"I'm beautiful." Azriel pushed his finger into her tight entrance, rewarding her obedience. "Fuck, Az." He slowly pulled it out, pushing it back in again. Watching her watch him.

"Look at how pretty you look right now with your cunt swallowing my finger." She blushed instantly at his words, moaning as he curled the digit into a spot she had never found before. "Such a pretty cunt, Kaylee." He slipped a second finger in, the stretch almost burning as Kaylee moaned. "Has anyone else played with you, beautiful? Or is this tight little hole all mine?" He knew immediately based on the blush and smirked. "Say red if you want to stop at any point, baby."

His fingers began moving inside of her as he continued to force her to watch. He was opening and closing them like scissors, curling them into that spot teasingly, pulling them out just to push them back in so slowly. "You smell so fucking divine, baby. I bet you taste like heaven." He growled in her ear as she tried to look at him. He ripped his fingers from her, smacking her soaked cunt lightly. He delighted in the squeal that left her throat followed by a whine. "Eyes stay on the mirror." He pushed his fingers back in, palm grazing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "Follow my rules and I will reward you, Kaylee. Break them and I will have to teach you some lessons. Am I understood?"

"Yes," she nodded as best she could with the hand still holding her throat.

"Yes sir," he corrected her.

"Yes sir." He nodded and began to pleasure her again, shadows moving in play with her peaked nipples. A heat Kaylee had rarely experienced in her self exploration began to build in her stomach. A coil was tightening and building quickly as she moaned more and more. Azriel was smirking watching her, feeling her walls fluttering around his fingers. "Az," she lost her thoughts as he put pressure on her clit again.

"I know, Kaylee. I can tell. Do you want to cum? Want to soak my hand like a good girl?" She began nodding eagerly. "Do you deserve to?"

"Yes sir." She answered instantly. A smile bloomed on his face. "Please?"

"Tell me why you deserve to cum."

"Because I was good, and I listened-" She moaned loudly as his fingers began constantly curling into that spot, his palm constantly running over her clit. "Sir. Please."

"Tell me one last time what I want to hear."

"I'm beautiful."

"Yes you are, baby. Cum for me." Kaylee finished stunningly. Her back arching slightly as her hips began to ride his hand. Her lips parted in a silent scream as that coil snapped. Azriel watched in bliss, eyes wide as hers squeezed shut and her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking them like he had predicted.

He slowed his movements, riding her high out gently as he whispered praise in her ear. He slowly removed his fingers from her but forced her to watch him in the mirror again. He put them in his mouth, the feral being inside of him growling at the taste of her pleasure and essence. He sucked and licked his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with her. "Heaven." He confirmed before turning her in his arms. "You taste like heaven."

She fell asleep in his arms that night, his naked body pressed tight against hers. She had stopped before it went too far, wanting to wait to cross that line fully once they had looked into fae and human couplings more. Azriel had played with her hair before falling asleep as well.

He had relectantly drug himself out of her bed, only waking her to kiss her goodbye as the sun began to rise.

The next visit was silent and tense. "How long has she been missing?" Cassian asked softly. "When was she last seen?"

Elain shook her head. "She was at the healing house. They said a man came, asking for her specifically by name and claiming his son had fallen ill. Kaylee is known for her work with children. She hasn't been seen since."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right. We got that. How long ago was it?" Feyre was holding Azriel's hand tightly as the male tried to school his expression and breath.

"About two weeks ago." Nesta finally answered.

"Our sister has been gone for two weeks, and you haven't looked for her?"

"It wouldn't be the firs-" Cassian cut Nesta off with a single hand raised to her.

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Az?"

"I will find her." The shadow singer said softly. "She should have one shadow with her. If it hasn't come back to me-" His jaw tightened. The sentence didn't need to be finished as he and Rhys made eye contact and the high lord nodded. It was clear to all of the fae in the room. Kaylee was alive, but possibly in danger.

Somewhere in Hybern, Kaylee pulled her knees to her chest as she sat locked in a dark cell. Fae males were guarding her as she sniffled and cried for what felt like the 1000th time today.

She had been forced to bathe and dine with a king. One who whispered in her ear what he planned to do to her, to her sisters, before hurting her, using her, laughing while she cried and a human male watched.

Kaylee watched from the corner of her eye as the little shadow that followed her returned with more. One tried to approach the cell before falling still on the ground and regrouping to join the other ones.

She was losing hope. Hope that Rhys could hear her as she screamed for him mentally. Hope that Feyre would come save her. Losing hope that anyone could come save her. Kaylee fiddled with the chain of her necklace as she cried harder. Help me, she pleaded mentally to anyone listening. Someone please help me.

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Kaylee didn't bother fighting the guards pulling her into the throne room. She knew the pathway well at this point. Nesta was struggling, Elain was crying. Kaylee just walked, numb to all of it. Nesta and Elain were stopped at a certain point while Kaylee was dragged to the King of Hybern and forced to sit at his feet.

Rhys growled loudly at the sight of her. "What did you do to her?! Kaylee! Honey, look at me!" She refused to look at Rhysand, wrapping her hand around the King's calf and playing the part of the good little toy he had forced her to become.

"You and Kaylee have something in common now dear Rhysand. You're both little pleasure whores." The king tilted her jaw, eyes sparkling with the lifelessness he found in Kaylee's. "The only difference is my toy had to be broken into submission while you handed yours away freely."

He dropped her jaw and Kaylee zoned out, waiting for what she knew was coming, almost begging for it. She blocked out Elain's screams. She blocked out the panic as Nesta stayed in too long. She blocked out the image of Cassian reaching for her older sister despite being nearly unconscious.

"Put my pet in. I want to see if she's worth breeding once she is fae." A soft growl snapped Kaylee back to reality. She knew it was Azriel. She knew he was dying. She almost fought as the Hybern guards gripped her arms, but it all went limp as one realized what she was about to do and back handed her. "Evidently there is some fight left in her. No matter, that can be fixed."

Kaylee allowed them to drag and lift her. She heard Feyre scream as Rhys held her back. But all Kaylee felt was water and cold and pain.

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Azriel woke up in his own bed, squeezing his eyes shut before his hands shot to his chest. "You're fully healed," a tired voice came from the corner as Rhysand stood. "You've been asleep for 3 days."

"Cassian-" Azriel began coughing and Rhysand handed him water.

"Asleep in his room. He's been awake off and on. His wings will be fine. Just a slow healing process." Rhysand sat on the edge of Azriel's bed. "Feyre is in Spring acting as a spy. She is okay." Rhysand handed Azriel broth, hoping to help him build strength. "Nesta and Elain are awake. Traumatized, but awake and alive." He watched as Rhysand swallowed thickly. "Kaylee hasn't woken up yet. She shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. Madja and her team are monitoring her day and night. I am going into her mind every so often looking for changes."

"Take me to her." Rhysand sighed heavily at the request. "Rhys. Take me to Kaylee. Please."

The high lord nodded. "They all have powers now, Az. We can't tell what they all are, but be aware, Kaylee's body is strumming with her magic. I don't know why or what she is, but she's dangerous, Az."

Azriel nodded, moving to stand and walk with Rhys. "Did Cassian?"

"The bond snapped for him the second he saw her. We were correct. Just like I have a feeling we're about to be again." He opened the door to the room next to Azriel's.

The brothers entered the room quietly and Azriel released a soft sob. Kaylee was asleep, hair spread out on the pillow as she took deep breaths. Azriel knew what Rhysand meant immediately. Her power was intoxicating, all consuming. His eyes flicked to the birds and other animals watching from the ledge of her balcony. He shot Rhysand a questioning look, and the High Lord shrugged.

Azriel began to note the changes in her. Her ears had changed shape, her limbs slightly longer, cheekbones higher. He fixed her necklace, and removed her earrings gently. Azriel took her small hand in his, ignoring the strumming glittering bond that snapped the second he touched her.

Rhys paused as he studied the light of it. "Azriel, did you two?"

"Not to the full extent, no." His brother was stroking her head. "We played. That's it." Rhys nodded. Grabbing two chairs so they could sit with her.

He was in Kaylee's mind. She was dreaming about walking through the woods and countless animals and lesser fae. Her mind showed no signs of waking her anytime soon. "I have Amren looking into her dream symbolism and her sudden new furry and feathery friends, we have guesses, but-"

"All we can do is wait?" Azriel's voice was desperate as he kissed Kaylee's cold fingers.

"Correct. All we can do is wait."

[milffies]

Hiiuuu luv hru!? ❤️ you're LITERALLY my favourite writer who writes angel devil so well!! If you're well and still into csm, is it possible for u to write for him? Maybe more nsfw? (Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing this!) MISSED U SM

hiii nonnie , i'm good , just real busy!!! i'm so glad u like my writing :3 i'm still into csm, just haven't seen the fandom that active but i love angel a whole lot so i enjoyed writing this sm . <33

— ౨ৎ : warnings angel devil x chubby! reader . basically a smutty character study, very tame.

to start things off, angel is terribly gullible !! either he doesn’t care enough, or hasn’t been exposed to people for that long to understand when he’s being 'played'. sweet boy is very, very mallible !! <3

with that said — getting him into a contract that’d allowed for you to freely touch him without risking your lifespan wasn’t all too difficult. once again, it’s between equally likely possibilities that angel let this happen because he admittedly craves touch, or simply didn’t expect himself to get tricked. if you’d ever ask him about the matter, all you’ll be met with is a lazy shrug and an ‘i’dunno’ on his end.

butbutbut!!, once you’ve introduced him to physical contact, and he see’s that it’s something enjoyable, angel very quickly becomes a lovey, mushy, needy puddle. calls you his ‘favorite human’ and all !! though, he is still a devil before all else, and combined with his already nonchalant personality, he’ll process emotions ‘n whatnot very differently. give the poor thing time, though — he’ll get better at this for you !!

the first time you touch angel’s hand — you note that it’s surprisingly soft. after a second of thought, though, you conclude it isn’t too shocking considering this is angel devil. the devil with big, expressive eyes and pretty pink lips. lips you often times find yourself imaging not being lethal.

he jerks his hand away from yours after you’d two had made a contract that’d give you free reign to touch him. you watch as he looks at his hand as if you were the one that could drain his very life essence away. the thought makes you wonder if devil’s even have the life force to even get sucked away.

those same doe-like eyes of his blinks in succession a few times before landing on you.

“soo,” you’d drawl, a small, knowing grin on your lips. “i feel fine. i’m guessing that didn’t take off any of my time?”

you’re met with a shaky nod from the smaller figure. he licks a stripe over the thin expanse of his lips your eyes still haven’t fully moved from.

“can….can you touch me again?”

the only, truly proper way to describe an early ‘relationship’ angel is as a needy kitten. the ones that very and visibly clearly want affection and attention — but never initiate physical contact first. at times, he’ll reluctantly sprawl himself on you, a guiding hand on your wrist being led to his head. nono — of course he doesn’t need your attention !! you just happen to be a convient source of it (he convinced himself this to be the reason why he likes being around you.)

as angel is exposed to more affection and touch — and you bring him to the revelation that it can be sexual — a noticable spike in his clinginess is very obvious. constantly seeking out reassurance when nestled into you — a shy, reluctant: “we can uhm…cuddle…right?”, an unsure: “work was soo tiring today, can we hug ‘n stuff…?” to the suprise of none; he didn’t really do any devil hunting — but that’s an afterthought to him when you coddle him as if he’s some little, helpless thing. he’s too precious like this, how can you not take advantage of the moment !! <3

if you’re chubby: angel is all over you even more !! so soft, so warm — you’re pratically his own heated, weighted blanket. angel knows he’s more petite and lithe, by human standards, and clearly by devil standards. loves how nice his smaller frame slots so perfectly against your own larger body though, constantly nuzzling up against the softest parts of you.

“stop movin’ s’much,” a muffled voice murmurs, the owner of the voice’s head comfortably buried in your chest.

“tryin’ to get comfy.” angel lazily says, gazing up at you, his pretty long lashes obscuring parts of his irises. he’d been that close to probably having the greatest nap in his life, but he couldn’t find himself fully drifting off because of you shifting around. truly, you were a blessing and a curse. cozy and soft to the touch, but always moving — interrupting his plans to laze around. </3

with a small smile and a hand to his scalp, a muttered apology is given to him. how can you not adore him like this?; pressed so close to you as if he’s trying to melt into you, breathes shallow and not completely taken with the bratty front he usually puts up.

angel feels your own rising chest even out, letting out a content sigh. finally, it’s hard trying to get proper shut-eye when your human pillow can’t stop moving.

“thas’ better…” the devil murmurs, pretty eyelashes fluttering, before closing.

like i wrote about in this post, angel, like everything else, is very lazy when it comes to him and sexual encounters. this doesn’t in specific mean that he’s not a good partner, or unattentive to your needs — he just doesn’t know. that, and, he never puts extra energy into anything he does, even if this, (to him) unknowingly jeopardizes his own pleasure. baby doesn’t just yet grasp the concept that, the thing that already makes him feel good and overwhelmed, could somehow be better !! </3

very, very sweet and absorbed in what makes the two of you feel the best. especially you. kissing this part of you makes you let out those pretty noises for him? noted. pressing, and rubbing his fingers in unsteady circles has you closing your doughy thighs around his hand? angel’s certainly keeping that tucked away in his head. will want you desperately to talk him through it, guiding him where to touch, suck, and kiss. actually puts in effort when you praise him, don’t acknowledge the fact he lives off this though — he pouts !!

angel’s hips rolls against your own softer ones at a languid pace, occasionally pistoning down to give a proper thrust.

“w—warm…” he lets out — the sound a mix between a murmur and a whine. he bites his bottom lip and hides his face in your neck to cut the sound off prematurely. feels too good for him; too squishy, too syrupy. god, how did he manage existence for so long without ever feeling this ?

“yeah?” you tease, a hand coming to comb through his slightly damp locks. at the touch, angel properly lets out a whine, his hips giving one, two, then three quick thrusts into your too-tight pussy. though his moves are uncoordinated, the shakey rocking of his pelvis against yours has your pussy rewarding his movements with tight clenches. and of course—

“yeah.” he echoes — he whimpers. "feels s’good — feels good f’you too…right?” how eager he is to please. though, he’d never admit it. but you can tell, especially with how he’s zeroing in on rolling his hips in tight circles — knows that gets you to tighten up around his pretty cock and let out hushed moans of your own.

“good boy, angel.” you sigh, head lolling back, prompting him to bury his face deeper into your sweaty flesh. needs to be close to you, needs to know this is real.

angel’s too precious like this — not fully understandant on how to please sexually. the small devil is unintentionally edging you, you’re so close to making a sticky mess over the petite man — if only he was a ‘lil bit more experienced.

though, that’s what you’re there for, right? <3

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! Totally not personal ask here, haha.

How do you think Arkham Riddler (or/any other riddler) would react to reader being a people pleaser?

Like they will do things that said they wouldn't do just because someone asked them to do, or that they will go way out of their way to do things that will make The riddler less stressed or angry.

Thank you so much for the work that you do. 💕

People Pleasing Reader

Riddler Headcanons ok don't be so cute you are too nice thank you ;-; ALSO hello??? i can't believe that i, a people pleaser, have not considered this yet lmao 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: not very much!, slight insinuation of taking advantage of someone's kindness

btas

i think more than anything, he's have a few choice words for you, a bit of advice he'd like you to consider very seriously

because he's been in a position where his desire to please only led to him being used and mistreated

granted he was trying, most of all, to please himself, but the realisation that others were using it to their advantage with no consideration for him? it hurt

so he's convincing you to be wary of your tendencies, and reassuring you that he would never take advantage of your kindness

young justice

he'd be surprised that someone was so willing to do anything for him that it would definitely knock him back a little bit at first, but i think he'd settle into it pretty easily

of course he's still going to approach you with his eyes trained to the ground, shuffling his feet, and muttering in a hushed voice

but every day he'll get a little bit better at asking you to do things for him, and it won't be long before you're being surprised by just how intimate his requests become...

dano

it's strange how easily he's found he can charm people, given how much time he spent being overlooked and pushed around

and while you're maybe not the first to be lining up to buy matching military surplus boots and a mask, you're still more than happy to help him achieve his goals, even if they don't happen to align with your own morals

because who could say no to that stupid little face when he's got his wet eyes on and is asking you to help him torture someone to death? ;-;

gotham

it's people pleaser vs people pleaser, who will win?

i mean obviously poor sweet edward will, because as he's determined to make you happy

the back and forth between you both, doing your good deeds, owing and returning favours, offering any kind of assistance at any time, is a little bit ridiculous

but it means you're both living an existence that's almost devoid of any bother, living in complete and equal bliss, the true comfort for people pleasures

arkham

this isn't so much something he reacts to as much as it is something he expects from anyone who comes into contact with him in any way

if you're not there to serve him with undying and unquestioning devotion then what's even the point?

so your natural habit of bending to someone's will just to make sure they're comfortable will come in handy

especially if you're able to provide some well-deserved (and needed) stress relief before he gets to the point where he has to demand it from you

unburied

people pleasing goes well with his desire to be pleased constantly

to know that the minute he whines or looks even slightly sad that you're going to come running to him, pillows in hand, glass of freshly squeezed juice with ice, his favourite blanket, wearing that underwear he likes

he's a princess, well and truly, and it's a requirement he be treated this way

so the moment he finds out you're a bit of a people pleaser, to a fault some might say, he's using it to his advantage

telltale

what a terrible weakness for someone to have, and worst of all, you let the wrong man know about it

or are you so deeply entrenched in your compulsive need to make those you adore happy that you would knowingly put yourself at risk just to make sure he knew you were there for him, to do anything he asked of you?

either way, it's less people pleasing now, more "servant" because if he can get you to do his bidding with nothing more than a smile and a snap of his fingers, then he's not giving you up easily

[shockinglyangel]

NSFW ALPHABET - BLAISE ZABINI

MATURE

NOT PROOFREAD

MY HEADCANNONS

A = Aftercare: Blaise was brought up by a single mother who never let her value be determined by a man, and she absolutely, definitely taught her son how to view women as a proud feminist. I would not be surprised if she sat him down and had that awkward conversation about sex and aftercare while poor Blaise had his hands on his face telling her to stop. The point is, he certainly knows how to treat a woman since his mother, and for that reason he's an absolute king at aftercare, he's extremely responsive and caring and would definitely give his tips and tricks to the boys if they asked.

B = Body part: He really likes his jawline, he's constantly mewing to keep his jaw as sharp as possible. I don't think Blaise would really care too much about his girlfriends body, but I think he would really enjoy if she had a nice ass and big thighs, I also feel as though he would place his hands on your love handles if you have them.

C = Cum: He's got a lot of it, it's quite a reward to make him cum, it's not as easy as you would think and I believe he'd really need to be in the moment to finish, but when he does, it's a lot. He would enjoy finishing on your boobs and back, especially if you have a back tattoo omg. He would also put your orgasm above his and would work for it if he really needs to.

D = Dirty Secret: lowkey wants to get caught, there's something so hot to him about someone walking in and seeing how well you guys make each other feel, especially if you're a very wanted or popular person, he'd totally love if someone walked in on you two and told everyone around the school what they'd seen, he'd feel very accomplished.

E = Experience: Blaise is no stranger to sex, he's definitely had a fair few hookups but they've always been very emotionless and never had any strings attached, a few people would be a little intimidated by how many people Blaise has slept with and if you're not the most experienced you may feel embarrassed, but he'd definitely help you learn what to do and make sure you know all the other people where just one time things and he only feels romantically about you.

F = Favourite Position: He's a doggy guy but specifically with your back arched and head to the sheets, he loves to see the curve in your back and often runs his hands up your spine, he also loves to be able to have your ass in his face and feels that doggy gives him the deepest thrusts. Slipping off the idea that he likes your ass in his face, he's a fan of reversed cowgirl, it's the position you guys would end up with after a long session, his legs bent up so you can lean on them as you ride him, his hands on your waist guiding you to your final orgasm. If he's in need of any reassurance, he needs to see your face though, eye contact is a must when he needs to know that you want to be with him, because honestly he does feel insecure sometimes since his friends are quite wanted and he's almost looked over, so give him that eye contact and loving sex to help those doubts leave his mind.

G = Goofy: You guys will be joking around the first second while making out as you enter his room, but as soon as you close the door, his entire demeanour changes and it's business time, he's a very serious guy when it comes to sex, he lowkey gives me capricorn energy when having sex, he does it for the accomplishment (kinda like Tom) but he strives towards making you finish.

H = Hair: He's so well shaven, he definitely spends hours making sure he gets every hair and doesn't hurt himself in the process, I think he would expect you to be shaved too as he is, but if you weren't, he wouldn't really mind.

I = Intimacy: He can be romantic, but when he's focused on the pleasure you and him are both receiving he's not really paying much attention to the making love aspect, he's just trying to get you both off in the best way possible. When he is romantic he goes all out, rose petals on the bed, candles all lit, a dim room with classical music in the back, this man is full of tricks and surprises, but he's more into pleasing you than flashing you with romantic gestures

J = Jack Off: He has a good amount of self control so he doesn't do it too often, he's a pro at hiding his boners so he doesn't really think to fix the issue until you're around. But if he's really desperate and you're not there he'll get himself off to a picture of you he keeps on his bedside table.

K = Kink: My man has a muffle kink, he loves going so hard that you're screaming, telling you to shut up and placing a hand over your mouth and then upping the pace and deepness, your sounds stroke his ego.

L = Location: Upright in the astronomy tower, on a table in an empty classroom, under a blanket in the common room late at night, this guy will do it anywhere and everywhere even if it's in a public place at risk of getting caught cus the rebellion turns him on.

M = Motivation: Again he's turned on by risk of getting caught so he'll slip his hand on your upper thigh and maybe even do stuff with you while you're in class, he knows he won't get caught but he enjoys the fantasy of it. If you wear anything short that shows your ass his pp is up and you have something to fix.

N = NO: Food and drink implemented into sex, Blaise has an issue with textures on his body, so don't be trying to squeeze cream on him, he might just get up and leave and drown himself in a boiling shower.

O = Oral: Loves receiving, loves giving. He enjoys watching the pleasure it gives you and giving him a blowy is the easiest way to make him finish, he'd totally demand that for a quickie.

P = Pace: Too fast dawg, you're gonna be all smushed into the sheets after it, your hair is going to be a mess and your brain is going to be foggy, but God is it good.

Q = Quickie: Quickies are quite common for you two as he enjoys risky places which obviously you have to be pretty speedy with to ensure no one finds you, but he does enjoy the aspect of spending hours with you under the sheet just doing your own thing, but a slow and sensual time is less common with him.

R = Risk: Enough said, he's a risky boy

S = Stamina: Days, weeks, months, years. This man is a sex machine, if you ask him to go for a couple of hours he totally will, he will spend the entire day pleasing you if you asked him to, he never wants the sex to end.

T = Toy: He's not all too keen on you using them on him, I feel as though he would do it if you wanted to but only a few things like cock rings or a flesh light, he would never let you peg him or use a vibrator on him, he on the other hand enjoys overstimulating you so toys are his best friend in the bedroom.

U = Unfair: A lot, he'll go until you're begging him to stop, prone to edging you, sometimes he'll even whisper something abhorrently dirty in your ear and then walk away, denying you what you need for hours until finally having his way with you.

V = Volume: He's not that loud, he'd grunt here and there but he's mainly dirty talking you or talking you through it, not really a moaner though.

W = Wild Card: He's had a threesome before with two other girls, they spent their entire time focusing on him. It was with two girls the boys kept constantly joking about him liking, but when he got with them both he refused to tell the boys what had happened, lying and saying it was just a study session, you're the only one he'd tell about this.

X = X-Ray: BIG BIG BIG, LIKE REALLY BIG, when he didn't really know how to utilise his weapon he accidentally injured a girl and had to stay over night at the infirmary with her, hoping no one asked what happened, but now he's much better and understands his limit. He does make small penis jokes with his friends, which is funny cus they truly believe he's not all that big, but out of all the boys, he's the biggest, and the best at using it - sorry not sorry.

Y = Yearning: Good with self control but constantly horny, he would never let anyone know though.

Z = ZZZ: Sex rejuvenates him, don't be surprised if this man is skipping around the dorm shirtless singing songs and making himself a sandwich, that's how you know you're good.

[veebutyans]

okay ! ripping the band-aid off and posting my selfinsert/oc !

Bailey Asuras, 23 years old and goes by He/Him/They/them

the lore of him and "his" Milo under the cut , sorry if its wordy or difficult to read I'm not use to posting my writing

It was any other day for Bailey as he was walking across campus to the next class they were needed in, that was until out of the corner of his eye they saw his ex… Ryan , normally he wouldn't bat an eye in his direction but when he saw him picking on another student he had to step in. 

once they threatened to “tattle” on him to the school about his behavior like there in fucking elementary school or something Ryan finally backed off. Once Milo was on his feet Bailey immediately started asking if he needed help or medical aid, when Milo declined they at the very least offered to walk him to class. 

Since that day Bailey took it upon himself to “protect” Milo ,standing up for him if anyone dared looking at him wrong .He would walk with Milo to and from classes whenever they would “coincidentally” bump into each other.

Which lead to them hanging out more and more and developing a pretty nice friendship , though Bailey observed small things with Milo like how he started to slouch more after they had made a joking comment about how he's “too tall” and how he grew out his hair a little when he said he “thought it look nice longer”

At first he just chalked it up to Milo getting comfortable around them , until he started to notice more concerning behaviors like his things seeming to go missing more often and swearing they saw him in the corner of his eye while walking home to his apartment sometimes.  

Bailey's first thought was that Milo was trying to bully or scare him in some weird way (MF does NOT believe he is appealing enough to be stalked).  He’d try to bring it up to Milo only for him to admittedly deny it and even try to offer his things to replace his missing stuff cause “that's what friends are for”.

Bailey really didn't want to lose the relationship he had with Milo, growing really fond of him and their friendship. Until one day when Bailey went to Milo's dorm with him due to the heavy rain and Milo not wanting them to walk to their apartment in that weather. Bailey took this opportunity to snoop around to find out if he had his stuff… he did but 

Not in the way Bailey expected 

Though he wasn't upset, quite the opposite actually  

They were fucking delighted    

Someone being obsessed with him of all people ? someone loving him that much to make something centered around him and going through all the effort… It made Bailey's heart race. From then on he decided to start dating Milo and loving every second of it.

Truthfully he had been holding back a lot with Milo ,not wanting to scare the poor man off by overwhelming him but now knowing how Milo feels they started to show their true colors. Bailey became very clingy toward Milo, constantly texting him , having to know where he is ,spoiling him with gifts and affection. The only thing during the day that interested him anymore was getting to be around Milo as much as possible and when they faced little to no push back from him it just egged them on further. 

He had to almost constantly be in some sort of physical contact with Milo when they were with each other which eventually led to Milo clinging to him without them initiating it. Any little injury or problem Milo had Bailey would take care of. Helping him with school, cooking him meals, comforting him, buying him things. Just the absolute works ,they just wanted to take care of their precious love. He shouldn't have to worry about anything but loving them, Bailey can take care of everything else.

This slowly led Milo to become dependent on Bailey to get through the day and Bailey welcomed it with open arms. This eventually caused Milo to even lose interest in school because he only really cared to be with Bailey. Which led to Bailey suggesting he could “take a break” and even live with him ! 

Milo agreed and Bailey couldn't be happier , now they don't have to worry about Milo getting in trouble as much cause he was at  home safe and sound . This more or less turned into an  agoraphobe ,rarely leaving the apartment waiting for Bailey to come back home.

 Milo developed pretty bad separation anxiety due to this as well. Bailey did his best to make him feel better by splurging on his hobbies and even getting him a lop bunny (Caramel) so he wouldn't be so lonely !  He even made matching chokers for each other with trackers in them and a location alert in case anything happens.

At some point Bailey became self aware about how controlling and overbearing he was towards Milo.. but Milo never tried to stop them ,he actively engaged and enabled this so was it really that bad ? he's just taking care of him LOVING HIM is that not what he always wanted ?

[babydollmarauders]

jack getting annoyed at his parents for spoiling el just makes soo much more sense now that we know how lovies parents always said that he wouldn't be able to provide for her and el! i imagine like once that first big paycheck hits and theyre still kindaaa in contact with lovies parents (during his rookie years) they go shopping or something and jacks just like "lovie u want this bag? u should have this bag!" and she's just like "... jack thats like 3 thousand dollars.." and anyway jack cops the bag and her parents are just like "... okay so now he makes bad financial decisions?"

anyway jack never wins with them😭😭 lovies sitting pretty with her bag tho purr !

exactly!! you put it together!!

jack definitely has some leftover insecurities from lovie’s parents. the fact that they never believed he could provide for lovie and el still doesn’t sit right with him, even though he knows he has plenty of money to take care of them. and so when his parents are constantly spoiling el, he gets annoyed because he wants to prove himself and prove to everyone that he’s capable of providing for his family.

**

the bag thing happens literally right after they move to jersey! lovie’s beloved tote bag breaks and she’s so sad over it, so she and jack go shopping to get her a new bag. lovie is expecting to just get a new tote bag for like $30, but then jack is dragging her into a Louis Vuitton store and she’s just like following him around as he looks around. he notices her looking at a cute handbag and he goes “you want it? i’ll get it for you!”

lovie is in shock, insisting to jack that she doesn’t need that and it’s way too expensive, but he just looks at the person helping them and is like “we’ll take that one.”

when they get back to the apartment, she’s facetiming her parents about her first week in New Jersey and she’s like “and my tote bag broke yesterday, ya know the one i got from the flea market in sophomore year? so, what does jack do? gets me this bag as a replacement!” and she’s holding up her new LV bag, all excited to show it off, but her parents just frown and she’s asking them “what?”

and they just go “that is such a poor financial decision. he spent what, like $1,000 on that bag?”

and lovie mumbles “$3,500”

and her parents shake their heads and her dad goes “i don’t understand how you think this boy is going to support you and a potential family if he wastes his money like this.”

lovie is crushed because all she wanted was for them to be happy for her, but they just had to find a way to criticize jack.

he seriously can’t do anything anything right in their eyes.

but lovie still uses that LV bag to this day! she’s in love with that bag and still thanks jack for it every once in a while.

it was the first gift he got for her after he signed and she’ll cherish it forever

[borom1r]

WEIRD fuckin ask but we talked about it once and it would not exit the brain. Flavours of neurodivergence within the fellowship: discuss?

OGH. no, good ask. good ask I love it. AUTISM FLAVORED bc that is my own experience :3

Aragorn— autism of the “I Am 100% A Changeling, I Have No Idea How To Relate To Humanity” variety. like yea being partly raised by elves didn’t help but he absolutely wandered around mimicking people to learn how to Behave Like A Person. autism trait absorption for the win!! comes to Minas Tirith and gets a painful crash course in masking, but never quite figured out how to Not stare at someone like a feral cat when he wants something from them (despite the Stare, HATES eye contact)

Boromir— OPPOSITE AUTISM. very direct. EXTREMELY rigid routines. military history special interest (literally just undiagnosed dad autism). probably has food sensitivities but he’s spent so long as a soldier he can just eat anything now. he hates it and he won’t eat a big portion of non-safe foods, but at least he can swallow them. he IS absolutely 100% undiagnosed and doesn’t think there’s anything wrong but if he doesn’t get to perfectly make his bed every morning he will be in a Noticeably Bad Mood for the rest of the day < does not understand that this isn’t normal

Gandalf— oh there’s definitely something going on there, but good luck with figuring THAT out

Legolas— AuDHD king. the autism/ADHD comorbidity is real and he barely bothers to mask. least of all in front of men?? he’s an elf prince and you expect him to act “normal” by human standards? I love how jacked up the Hobbit film timeline is bc Thranduil implying to Legolas “yeah go hang out in Rivendell with a ten year old” is SO funny. canon to me tho. there was a very significant chunk of time where Aragorn was just Mini Legolas. hell world for civilized Rivendell elves. unlike Aragorn, however, prefers very direct eye contact. WILL fully hit you with the 👁️👁️ almost unblinking for a whole conversation

Gimli— I’m gonna be real here. I think neurotypical but in the sense of like. literally nobody cares. dwarves are craftsmen, artisans, smiths, you think they’re going to risk squandering talent simply because somebody needs some accommodations? are you nuts???? like yea maybe somebody’s a Little Weird Sometimes but they can work the forge just fine or tool leather for straps/handle wraps, or draft designs, or stamp metal for decorations, like?? doesn’t particularly grasp the need for labels when you can just work with ppl to figure out what’s best for them + then everyone’s happy. fully has to stew on the fact that Men Don’t Do That, men are actually very rigid about what is socially acceptable and won’t provide accommodations Unless there is a label. wild.

Frodo— autism/depression hell combination. no meltdowns, only shutdowns. auditory processing disorder!! definitely also has poor temperature regulation (CONSTANTLY cold). hey did u know that’s a symptom of ASD? crazy. WILD. anyways. Sam knows he can barely handle the feeling of mittens/gloves so half the time when they’re hanging out is Sam just holding Frodo’s hands so they actually fucking warm up for a bit. not too rigid about Big routines, most of his are Little (always putting a specific amount of sugar in his tea, for example)

Sam— neurotypical but in the sense of my dad where he was just SO used to me being Autistically Strange that he was just like. “well, that’s Strider!” < blissfully unaware. fully just SO used to whatever’s going on w/ Frodo+Merry that it’s Normal to him. like wdym they’re different?? those are just his friends?? hello??

Merry— ADHDDDDDDDDD. and look ik Tolkien said pipeweed is just tobacco but that’s a lie and we all know it, right? right. self-medicating with pipeweed.

Pippin— neurotypical but Pippin-flavored

[cangrellesteponme]

OCTOBER 31ST - TRICK OR TREAT

(read this on AO3 here)

dadbastian week day three is here! on time again, what a miracle.

nothing special to say about this one, it's just a tiny sweet thing :) (oh and we're calling o!ciel astre because i'm tired of working around his name)

in which sebastian is not particularly fond of the mandatory halloween movie night he is stuck at while the children are trick-or-treating, but this year ends up being surprisingly fun due to a minor accident.

enjoy!

The evening grows late, no signs of the sun are left in the sky, save for its refracted glow in the moon. It’s a dark night. Fitting, considering the occasion.

The children are out trick-or-treating, so Sebastian stays home with his current company. He is stuck with the disastrous duo of Grelle and Lau — everyone deeply regrets letting them come into contact with each other — Bard and Mey-Rin’s whirlwind of noise and broken plates, Agni and Wolfram’s oddly peaceful handling of the kitchen, and the bane of his existence, that foul fiend Faustus.

And of course, Ran-Mao, who is picking the movies, as a movie night is mandatory on Halloween. Who knew she had such a taste for bone-chilling horror? It’s always the quiet ones, as they say.

They’re ten minutes into the second movie — something about an exorcism, and the atmosphere of it alone seems to be enough to have the weakest (Wolfram, of course.) shaking in their boots — when the doorbell rings for what might have been the thirtieth time that night.

Sebastian, who is profoundly bored with the movie and admittedly has a lot more fun looking at everyone’s costumes and taking note of every flaw, immediately rises to the occasion to scare some trick-or-treaters instead.

“I’ll get it! Don’t mind me.”

“Isn’t it the fifth time in a row?” someone — probably Grelle — asks.

“Yes, and I’ll get it again anyway.”

Sebastian is at the door before any more protests rise. The sight that greets him as he opens the door is… not what he expected.

Back early with the rest of the troupe, young Elizabeth looks too solemn for a girl her age — especially one dressed as a fairy princess — as she carries little Astre on her back.

“Ah. No tricks and no treats, I see.”

“He scraped his knee,” she immediately near-shouts, stiff like a soldier reporting back with some bad news.

“I can walk,” Astre adorably grumbles in his fake beard — he had categorically refused to have a matching costume with his brother, so Ciel is a very lonely zombie constantly trying to bite and infect a historically inaccurate pirate.

“You stumbled!” Lizzy protests, with all the fuss of a pet owner for their very fragile, very small rabbit. “I couldn’t just let you walk all the way back home!”

Looking at the rest of the group while these two endlessly argue, Sebastian sees that Ciel’s eyes won’t leave his brother’s harshly scraped and very mildly bloody knee, something like a concerned frown taking over his face. He is definitely too focused on uselessly worrying to help poor Soma carry the ungodly amount of candy they’ve already managed to collect — his sense of balance is apparently quite lacking, because his magician hat, as stylish and excessively ornate as the rest of his costume, keeps falling off his head. Alois, channeling all of the elegance of a prince — vampiric though he may be — picks it up every time, possibly because he needs to make use of some of the energy his very visible sugar rush is giving him, and carrying Luka, who is the world’s sleepiest little vampire, is not enough. Little Sieglinde seems to be in the same state, truly in character for her Doc Ock costume with the say she keeps mercilessly poking at Astre’s knee with the tip of one of her crutches.

They’re quite sweet, all of them. Very loud, too. But most importantly, movie night would be interrupted for a while if the children came in, so Sebastian, out of self-interest more than care for his injured son, hushers them all in.

Sebastian spends the rest of the night wrangling a clingy Ciel and a very vocally grumpy (read: just as clingy) Astre, and observing the absolute chaos that unfolds with all of these children trying to play board games with candy betting pools. It gets worse when they try and succeed to rope everyone else in.

Although Ciel shamelessly cheats and somehow manages to get Astre to help, Ran Mao wins, of course. The quiet ones.

[theconstellationprincess]

House and Home:

Chapter 3: Meals and Deals

tw// angst, regression repression (lmk if I need to add anymore)

-

After an hour had passed, far too quickly in Pix’s opinion, everyone was rounded up and shuffled downstairs to the dining room. It was extravagant, large arches and windows creating a wide, open feeling space. Pix was one of the first to enter the room, a fact he quickly regretted when he realized he’d have to pick a spot. There were no assigned seats, something he was a little disappointed about, as it would have made his life easier.

Fwhip sat down first, with Gem and Sausage following. The table was set up in the same way as the House Blossom Alliance meetings, and the three of them followed that seating plan. Pix followed suit, taking a spot that mirrored his position in meetings.

His knee bounced, so he held it down with his hands in his lap, which had the added benefit of preventing him from fidgeting with his fingers are anything on the table.

As everyone sat, he was amused to note that everyone else had also followed the pattern, Katherine included. He looked across the faces of his friends and wondered, truly, how had things gotten so terrible between them all? His eyes caught on Fwhip, breath catching in his chest as he found his gaze returned.

Fwhip stared at Pix, unblinkingly, until the food was brought out. Fwhip knew Pix far better than the others, and he was privy to a fact that, to his knowledge, only he and Pix knew. Fwhip was aware that Pix was a regressor, though he was certain Pix didn’t know he knew. The poor king went to great lengths to hide it, going so far as to lock himself in his bedroom. It made Fwhip a little sad, but truly he often felt a similar way, so he did not judge.

He was concerned, about Pix. He had been so busy lately, large bags prominent under his eyes, and Fwhip had noticed that one of the bags that Pix had brought seemed to be filled with paperwork.

When Pix made eye contact with him, he tilted his head slightly, trying to convey ‘are you alright?’, though based on Pix’s increasingly confused and anxious expression, he was failing.

When lunch arrived, he had to make an effort to not scrunch up his nose. He was familiar with the food of other empires, of course, and he didn’t expect Katherine to cater to his… specific diet, but it was still a bit annoying to be given a salad that was entirely vegetables, no protein in sight.

But alas, he was trying to make an effort here, so he shoved the leafs into his mouth, actively avoiding grimacing. He noticed a couple of the others picking at their food, and Scott looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

To Scott’s credit, he was doing a wonderful job pushing the salad around on its plate, just not so much at taking it off the plate and into his mouth. He looked stressed, though Fwhip couldn’t blame him. He’d had a rough go at it lately.

See, look at him empathizing with the elf! He was winning at Katherine’s little game for sure.

Scott was not winning Katherine’s game. Since leaving the sanctuary of his assigned room, he’d quickly come to the conclusion that he would never be able to rest in this house. Everything was far too noisy for his sensitive ears, and he felt like he was going to puke from a mixture of anxiety and sensory overload.

Katherine was prattling on about something to the group, but Scott was being focused on trying not to cry and wasn’t paying attention. It wasn’t his fault that Katherine had hired an army of servants that were constantly moving and making sounds that felt like a hammer hitting Scott’s skull. He dug his nails into his palms, careful to avoid reopening the half-moon scars that had been left behind after a life time of too sharp nails on too soft skin.

He observed the room, grateful that Katherine’s chatter had at least silenced most of the group around the table. Pixlriffs was writing furiously in a book (where had he pulled that from?), but the soft pencil scratching was far more soothing than distressing. He focused on the repetitive noise, slowly unclenching his hands. It would be a nice sound to fall asleep too, but alas, Scott trusts most of the people around him as far as he could throw them, which is admittedly, not particularly far, unless he was flying...

Regardless, his eyes stayed firmly open. He drifted his gaze towards the Cod Father Alliance, Joel and Jimmy were whispering furiously to one another, while Lizzie was exasperatedly trying to get them to quiet down. Scott narrowed his eyes, were they regressed?

The Cod Father Alliance all did, he knew that. It was a well known fact, he'd taken care of Lizzie a few times, and Joel, and once had a regressed Jimmy foisted upon him by a panicked Lizzie and taken care of him. They were easier to talk to, when regressed. Or perhaps it was because his biases towards them were far less strong when they were kids, after all he wasn't going to be mean to kids.

Joel stuck his tongue out at him, Scott smirked and did it back, but quickly looked away when Joel started tugging on Lizzie's arm to get her attention. Her resulting sigh almost made him laugh.

Katherine continued to talk, and then she stopped and everyone started standing up. Scott stared at his uneaten salad and shrugged, following suit with the others. He'd have to find someone to ask what Katherine was talking about, perhaps Pix. They'd never been close, but they weren't enemies either.

Pix, on his part, had been paying close attention to what Katherine was saying. It was a schedule, and he would not be caught unprepared for any activity! He flicked through the notes he had taken, there was a surprising amount of games of hide and seek scheduled throughout the week. He wondered, briefly, if Katherine had perhaps allowed her small side to dictate parts of the schedule.

To Pix's knowledge, almost every emperor regressed, himself included. Sausage didn't, or if he did Pix didn't know, but everyone else did, at least occasionally. Some were rarer than others, his own included. He was almost always a caregiver, and had watched over almost every empire's ruler at this point.

Pix nearly walked straight into his door, face buried in his book, but stopped himself at the last minute. He quietly shut the door behind him, Scott appeared to be feeling under the weather and he didn't want to cause the elf any pain. He set the notebook down on the desk, grateful that the rest of today was pencilled in as a break. Katherine had mentioned that they would all be sharing lunch with each other, but no other meals would be mandatory to be shared amongst them.

Pix rolled out of bed and started pacing. The doors did not have locks. That was... unfortunate. He eyed the closet. It was spacious, inside, and had its own light source, and lots of shelves for candles... Pix determinedly pulled his well-loved box out of it's hiding space, and then froze.

What on earth was he doing? He couldn't regress, what if someone needed him? Scott might be getting sick, and Pix knew from experience that being sick enhanced regression tenfold. He knew Scott was wary of almost everyone here, too, but seemed to be okay with Pix. He shook his head. He ignored how his hands shook and how tears pricked in the corner of his eyes and how much he was already regressed and just not letting himself admit it and shoved the box back into it's hiding place.

He wasn't regressed. He wasn't. He was big! He needed to be big, just in case.

Pix swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and climbing into the bed, pulling the covers over his head. He was a neighbour to an elf with sensitive hearing, he would need to be very quiet if he didn't want Scott to find out about his current... emotional upset. Because then he might be asked questions, one's that he could not answer.

The darkness under the blankets was far from comforting, but the sound muffling was necessary as Pix tried his best to not cry. What was with him? Honestly, he was behaving like a child.

A few tears dripped down his face, and he was quick to wipe them away. Crying because he didn't get his way? Crocodile tears, clearly. He was just crying for attention, ignoring the fact he was entirely alone.

More tears fell until Pix gave up on wiping them away and let himself cry. He wasn't small, he couldn't be. A soft knock sounded on his door.

Pix froze.

Then it was a scramble of actions. He pulled himself out of his blanket cocoon and furiously wiped at his face and combed his hair with his hands. He hoped his red eyes looked more sleep than tear induced.

Scott stood at his door. He opened his mouth at the same time Pix did.

"Hello! What can I do for you?" Pix asked cheerily, faking a yawn and stretching his arms. "Sorry," He said after yawning, really amping up the tiredness.

"Pixlriffs," Scott greated tensely. He looked nervous, but tossed on a smile as he leaned in and quietly explained, "I'm rather afraid I missed what Katherine was talking about earlier. Could you, perhaps, explain to me what it was she was talking about?"

Pix grinned, opening his door to allow Scott inside while he approached the desk, pulling up the notebook. He turned around to see Scott staring, wide-eyed, at the several candles he had set up along the nightstands and dressers. Pix winced.

"Here-" He cleared his throat, "Katherine was talking about a schedule for the next week, it's all written down here." He offered the book to Scott with a nervous smile, getting one in return. "They're not for, um, death. Pixandria uses candles for many practices, including celebration and friendships-" Pix babbled, cutting himself when Scott's face contorted into something different. He was terrible at reading facial expressions, he couldn't tell if Scott was interested or annoyed. He swallowed, allowing Scott to leave with the book without more conversation.

His traitorous eyes locked onto the hiding space of the box. But he was feeling leagues better already, having shoved all his emotions inside a deep part of his brain so that he could act normally for Scott.

He approached his bed again, genuine exhaustion clinging to his bones as he burried himself under the blankets, though not covering his head.

It was still light, which meant he needn't light any candles if he went to bed now, since he would avoid all the darkness.

Nothing bad would come of heading to be early, he was certain.

-

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! @little-froglight

[rzrsho]

synopsis: relationship headcannons; souya kawata, nahoya kawata x gn! reader

includes: fluff, sfw & nsfw content

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMDNI

Angry - SFW

constantly watches your expressions to gauge your reaction at whatever he said or did.

poor sweet guy just wants to make sure he’s doing the right things by you. please tell him how much you like his food or how much you like the spontaneous hugs he gives you.

100% stares at you when you sleep. memorizes all the lines on your face and any marks you may have. he conjures up an image of you in his head when he’s mad to help him calm down.

he tries not to come home mad but if he does, he makes a beeline for you and clings to you like a koala. doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’ll put an end to it. he’ll turn off the stove, bookmark the page you’re on before closing it, or hops in the shower with you fully clothed. just massage his head and tell him everything is okay,

he's impatient and cannot be bothered by anyone but you. takes the time to respond to any messages you send him. he would be in the middle of jumping some guy with smiley and still take the time to reply. 

speaking of if he doesn’t see any cute emojis in your texts then he’ll think something is wrong. expect a bombardment of texts asking if you’re okay and if the relationship is okay. he won’t stop until you reply back with ❤️🥰 he just wants to make sure you’re happy and since he can’t see you, he’ll know through emojis. 

NSFW

loves positions where he has direct eye contact with you. he will never look away unless it’s to press wet kisses on your neck or chest. he knows the pleasure is too much sometimes and your eyes involuntarily close but please try to keep them open. 

when he’s slowing down slightly to catch his breath, he likes for you to cup his face so he can lean into it. places a small kiss on your palm as a thank you before slamming back into you. 

goes absolutely feral when you tell him how good it feels at a certain spot. he will not stop until you orgasm. he’ll know when that happens once you clench around him and his name falls softly from your lips. 

will cum inside you unless you tell him otherwise. just the thought of you being full of his seed is enough to get him going for another round. 

constantly asks you if you’re okay to keep going bc fuck he can go on for hours if you let him. but if it’s too much for you he will stop. 

cleans you up after. carries you to the bathroom if he sees you struggling getting out of bed. he’ll take a warm bath with you. your back pressed against his chest. let’s you relax as he scrubs and massages your body. 

Smiley - SFW

an absolute menace who’s very vocal about everything.

will not hesitate to tell you if your clothes or hairstyle look bad. trust, he’s not trying to manage you he’s just being bluntly honest. 

likes showing up unannounced because of how flustered you get at the sudden touch of his hands on you. 98% of the time gives himself away because he chuckles. 

pinches any part of exposed skin he can find. makes direct eye contact with you while doing it and ofc it’s accompanied by his devilish grin. if he hurt you too much, he’ll kiss it right after. 

demands you to love him if you’re not paying enough attention to him or are busy with work or school. unlike angry, this man will whisk you away while you’re cooking and leave the stove on. it can burn for all he cares bc he just wants to feel you. if you give him sweet praises then maybe he’ll let you finish or turn it off. maybe. 

teaches you a self-defense move at least once a month. will setup a secret attack in the week that follows to make sure you know how to execute it properly. and is so proud when you manage to fend him off usually leading to…. other things. 

NSFW

he has a seemingly unlimited amount of stamina and will put you in every position he can think of. sometimes requires the use of restraints.  

bruises, hickeys, scratches, bite marks... you name it he will imprint it on you. especially in visible areas like your neck, collarbone, shoulders, etc. loves when you show them proudly. 

please be loud for him. your moans let him know how well he’s doing and damn it drives him crazy when you yell his name. wants everyone in the entire complex to know who’s fucking you like this. be prepared if you ever try to muffle your sounds. he will take you doggystyle with your hands bound behind your back while his other hand grips your hair keeping you in an upright position. try hiding them now.

will not stop until you’re a crying, begging mess. but even that turns him on. seeing the tears fall from your pretty face sends him into overdrive. licks them off your face before laughing at you and crashing his lips with yours so you can taste them too. 

it takes a lot of control to not cum in you but he likes to see it on you. the milky white ropes glistening on your body is a form of art to him. you can bet he has several pictures of you.

aftercare is not much of a priority to him as prefers to cuddle you in all his sweat and glory. just let him keep you close for a few minutes. eventually starts dozing off so it’s up to you to wake him so you can both get cleaned. 

[messeduploser]

If there's a self help side of Tumblr, Hello sisters and other pals I need help.

(Please be kind. If you have any ill intentions I recommend look at some other post. Thank you)

I want to improve myself, but whenever I try I just fall back to my old habits.

I want to be more self-loving and having confidence.

I want to be person that people will feel comfortable around but before that I don't even know how I should make myself be comfortable around other people, my mind goes full blank.

I have undiagnosed audhd and avpd

I don't have any funds to go to a therapist. I don't know If my countries psychiatrist would even believe me. 

I would like a detailed help if it's possible.

That's why I want the help of you guys,

I can list my issues if you need it.

(They are from official sites. They explain all my issues)

1. Having a short attention span and being easily distracted

making careless mistakes – for example, in schoolwork

appearing forgetful or losing things

2. Easily distracted. Getting sidetracked and failing to finish tasks (even fun tasks such as video games or a TV serie

Being unable to stick to tasks that are tedious or time-consuming

3. Appearing to be unable to listen to or carry out instructions

4. Constantly changing activity or task

5.Having difficulty organising tasks

6. Being unable to sit still, especially in calm or quiet surroundings

7.  Fidgets sometimes 

8. Being unable to concentrate on tasks

excessive physical movement

9. carelessness and lack of attention to detail

continually starting new tasks before finishing old ones

10. Poor organisational skills

11. Inability to focus or prioritise

12. Continually losing or misplacing things

13. Forgetfulness

14. Restlessness and edginess

15. Mood swings, irritability and a quick temper

16. Inability to deal with stress

17. Underachieving at work or in education

18. Trouble developing and maintaining relationships: Often struggle with making friends, or sharing interests.

19. Showing more interest in objects than people

20. Limited interest in others

21. Behavioural issues like self-injury or self-isolation

22. Little eye contact

23. Sensory issues

Distinct reactions to:

lights

tastes

smells

sounds

colours

textures

24.  Having hard time communicating with others

25. Feel likes the world is against them

26. Terrified of starting something is they're not immediately perfect 

27. When ever someone pays on the hand-arm even if it's a light touch it still somehow hurts 

27. Difficulty with expressive and receptive communication

28. Poor adapting to change: Age-appropriate schoolwork or tasks may not be problematic, but a child may have a hard time changing activities or trying new ways of doing something.

29. Challenges adjusting to different social situations:  They might become upset in new social situations and not understand social "rules" and expectations.

30. Repeating the same actions, activities, movements, or words: They may line up objects or do other activities over and over again, even if there is no obvious reason for doing so.

31. Difficulty with back-and-forth communication: They can find it hard to hold a conversation and use or understand body language, eye contact, and facial expressions.

32. Trouble expressing yourself verbally: You may say things that seem blunt, or have trouble describing what you are thinking or feeling.

33. Having a poor self-image, seeing themselves as inadequate and inferior.

32l4.Being overly concerned about criticism or disapproval.

35. May be reluctant to become involved with others unless they know for sure that others will like them.

36.Experiencing extreme anxiety (nervousness) and fear in social settings and relationships. This may lead them to avoid activities or jobs that involve being with others.

37. Being shy and self-conscious in social situations due to a fear of doing something wrong or feeling embarrassed.

38.Tending to exaggerate potential problems or misinterpret feedback as negative.

39. Seldom trying anything new or taking chances.

Basically the signs of audhd and avpd

[alwaysthesitter]

Valerie 'Val' Anderson looked up at the big house where her new foster parents had dropped her off. They had excused themselves, saying 'an important business trip had come up but Steve will be there to take care of you'.

Val had just shrugged. They hadn't forbidden her from taking food out of the fridge or pantry and they hadn't given her a time limit for her showers so so far they didn't seem half bad.

Her combat boots clicked as she walked up the path to the front porch, her backpack in hand. Val had only been in the foster system for about a year but she had heard horror stories from other kids and teenagers - girls mostly - so she had made herself her own little tools and weapon so that she could defend herself. Mr. Harrington didn't seem like the type that enjoyed beating or abusing girls, though, but now she was going to meet the son. Alone.

So she had equipped herself with Dr. Martens with steel toes - perfect for rendering a man helpless - or in this case, a teenage boy.

She had put on contacts that morning and switched her regular glasses for a pair of fake ones, where she had sharpened one of the side pieces into a shiv, held together with duct tape. It looked rather innocent - people probably thought that she was too poor to get her glasses fixed. As well as a collection of rings with sharp edges.

Val took a deep breath and then knocked on the front door.

Steve hadn't really known what to expect. For one thing, he really didn't even know why his parents had decided to follow through with this thing. He had some reasons that he could come up with, ranging from the fact that they were upset to have an only child. An only child that had seemingly disappointed them in his inability to excel at school and constantly let them down as a soon. On the other end of the coin, he wondered if his parents were doing this for more money - adoption and fostering and whatnot really did contribute to the bank, and he knew his dad loved money more than anything.

So yeah, Steve hadn't been prepared for this. He had been used to being the golden child his whole life, even if he had been doing wrong in his parent's eyes, or especially in his dads. His parents were almost never around, so he had basically raised himself, and now he was being told he had to raise...someone else? He knew that he was jokingly labeled a babysitter more often than not, but that didn't mean he wanted one to be a full time position for him.

As the door knocked, his eyes widened a bit - yeah, definitely not what he expected. This girl stood out like a sore thumb in Hawkins, even more than any of the party did with their weirdness. If anything, this girl looked like she would fit in much better with the likes of Eddie Munson over in Forest Hills than here with Steve and his family. He realized he had been staring, clearing his throat before leaning against the doorframe. "Valerie...?" As if it would be anyone else, considering he knew everyone else in Hawkins.

"Uh, welcome, I guess." How did he even initiate something like this? "I'm Steve. Come on in." He stepped aside, allowing her the space to come in and make herself comfortable, if that was even possible in the situation that she was in. "Make yourself at home." Since it was going to be her home, he figured that made sense to say, right?

[moondust-sickness]

Farside Loneliness

The Cosmonaut squinted through the small window on the LK, the lunar surface was incredibly near, maybe only 500 meters away. Block E was preforming well, he smiled seeing that he was well within margin. He tried to maintain his nerve remembering the mission. No one had ever been here, the far side of the moon. The Soviet government demanded a mission to one up the Americans after they landed on the moon six months before Alexei Leonov, but even so, a far side landing was a challenge.

The lunar surface slowly approached, he throttled the engine down for final descent, dust kicked up in a heavy plume. The contact light blares and he shuts down the engine, theres an odd sound as the engines shut down, but that was expected, Alexei heard the same thing.

He signals to ground control that he had reached the surface, a garbled radio replied with a congratulatory message, several words were unintelligible, the relay quality from Luna-28 was poor, but even so, he understood the message. He looked out the small window, his soul swelling as he starred at the flat area, only a few small boulders around the lander.

The pre-moonwalk checklist seemed to drag on forever, triple then quadruple checking the seal on his spacesuit, waiting an hour for the relay to be in the most optimal position, checking and rechecking the lander pressurization, making sure the TV signal was as strong as it could be. But eventually that final step was reached, depressurizing the LK and opening the hatch.

Theres a silence as the hatch opens, all he hears is his own breathing, and he feels light, he has to try not to stumble in the low gravity as he steps out of the LK and on to the ladder, he looks and sees the camera staring at him, he smiles, knowing that millions of people are watching him become the first human on the far side of the moon. He steps down and on to the regolith, says his famous words and plants the red flag of his nation. Its a hell of a sight, the strange craft a few dozen feet away, the flag standing utterly still, the grey empty landscape and the black void of space around him. Its just a black void, with only the sun floating above him.

He takes a deep breath, he’s been trained for this, trained for over a year, but its an incredibly unnerving sight, even as a static garbled message plays through his helmet, he feels alone. The messages just tell him to complete the experiments he was provided with, collect no more than ten kilos of lunar samples, deploy the small surface experiment package, and study the use of tools on the lunar surface by digging then filling in a small hole.

As he preformed his tasks, he felt unnerved, like uncanny valley from the area around him, the grey dust, the sheer emptiness and lifelessness of the lunar surface. He tries to keep more in contact with the cosmonaut aboard the orbiting LOK Soyuz, he talks almost constantly to him to keep his mind sound.

As his uses the lightweight spade to fill the small hole in, he gets back up and looks at his work, its barely filled and he’s already exhausted, he requests to stop preforming the experiment and take a break to rest. They allow it. He stands up and slowly walks back to the lander, when suddenly his foot clips the edge of the hole he dug. He had already tripped before, but now exhausted, he failed to catch himself, and stumbles face first into the regolith.

He shuts his eyes and prepares for his visor to shatter, but instead of the silence of vacuum, he hears and crunch and then static. He quickly pushes himself up and on to his feet, trying to figure out what had broken. He tries to talk to his comrades back on earth.

“Something broke in the suit, I’m going to get back in the LK.”

“……….”

“I’m reentering the LK, do your hear me?”

“……………”

“Hello?”

He hears static in return. He feels panic swell as he realizes that he had broken his communication hardware, but takes a deep breath as he heads towards the LK, he could communicate via the lander. He shuts the hatch and repressurizes the small cabin before exiting the suit, he takes a deep breath of the fresh cold air in the lander, and tries to reestablish signal with the LOK or ground teams via a relay. He attempts to fully power up the small craft when a loud BANG rattles the cabin, the internal lights shut off and all electrical parts fail for a brief moment, before the master alarm buzzes.

The lander has short circuited, crippling the electrical signals. He stares blankly as he tries to reactivate coms, again, and again, and again. He doesn’t get a signal.

He feels panic switch to a hollow empty feeling. He goes through his options. He has life support on, but no coms. He decides to pull the master reset on the lander, but just in case, he enters his suit before doing so.

BA—

The hatch from the cabin slams open, as the air in the lander rapidly flows out, the sudden force knocks him down in the cabin. As he stumbles to his feet, he feels that hollow feeling turn to dread. Looking as the master alarm doesn’t even glow. He quickly shuts the hatch and locks it shut. It slowly opens, he slams it shut, and reattempts to lock it. As it slowly opens again, he notices the bar meant to hold it shut, ripped out of place and several feet away, half buried in lunar regolith. He turns to the main control panel and begins attempting to turn on the landers systems, if he can just get propulsion on, he can lift of and attempt to rendezvous with the LOK. He just needs propulsion.

He flicks the master reset and starts going through the ascent checklist, he arms the engines and signals to ground teams that he is preparing to fire block E again. He attempts to ignite the engines. Theres no response. He tries again, master reset, arm engine, arm backup engine, arm reaction control system, signal ground control, ignite. No response. He tries again. And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

He runs through the same actions over and over. Its all he can think about, to get off this rock and back to orbit, he could get coms from orbit, he could relay off of a probe and rendezvous then. He knows it’ll work, he knows it will. Even as hours pass, he knows it will work. If he can just fire the engines he can go home. Even as the alarm in his suit tells him the oxygen is low and c02 levels are too high. He knows it’ll work.

He’s lightheaded as he attempts to fire the engine again, he feels odd, but he can still get home, hope isn’t lost, he can make it. He runs through the checklist, as he fires the engines, he feels a sudden thrust, he’s up! He pilots the lander up away from the moon, it’s hard with how lightheaded he feels… he thinks he forgot something on the moon… but its okay… he is going home.. he looks at the fuel gage, he has margin… why not just go directly home…

He fires the engines towards earth… he losses track of time for a moment when suddenly he is plummeting through the atmosphere, he points the lander around and begins to fire the engine to land back at earth, he watches grass fill his vision as the landing legs touchdown on the soft soil, he slowly steps out of the lander and on to the grass… his suit is heavy.. he wants to touch the grass… he unzips the back and tries to step out… he tries to breathe in.. he doesn’t get anything.. but it doesn’t matter.. as he steps out of his suit and onto the grass, everything hurts… like he’s burning up… and the grass is cutting his feet like glass… he stumbles and falls on to the grass… it feels course and light… he closes his eyes to think….

He wonders why the grass was grey, but he ignores it, he’s home, and he will never leave again…