#And then I hugged my cat and gave him smooches because I was FEELING the hard EMOTIONS

[xbraveheartx]

When you get max humanity, you get to hug and be nuzzled by Spring the cat 💙

[heytherejulietx]

stay - richie tozier

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she felt the bed move beside her and frowned, pressing her face further into her pillow. richie always moved around so much in his sleep it got kind of annoying. he kicked her once in the middle of the night and she had a bruise on her shin for a week. he had apologised profusely, and of course she didn’t blame him one bit. even if it hurt like a bitch. especially when eddie poked it as soon as he saw it the following day. bastard.

richie wasn’t actually supposed to be there. y/n’s parents didn’t exactly know how close they were, so in turn they didn’t know that richie tozier slept under their roof in their daughter’s bed most nights of the week. in the late evening, when it was an acceptable time for y/n to escape to her bedroom underneath the premise of going to sleep, she let richie into her bedroom through her window. and early enough before y/n had to be downstairs, richie left after getting changed into clothes he kept there and met her by the front door. if her parents asked he had walked up to their house to walk y/n to school.

a foolproof plan. at least they hoped so, anyways.

the bed jolted slightly again after another moment, and she felt it dip beside her. richie needed to stop moving or else she was going to kick him. on purpose that time.

“doll?” fingers pushed her hair out of her face with a gentle drag and she pouted into the pillow, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep for longer. “hey, i need to go.”

as she finally registered richie’s whispered words she frowned, and scrunched up her eyebrows a little as she rolled over onto her side to look up at him. it took her eyes a few moments of blinking to keep them open, and even then richie looked slightly blurry for a good minute or so.

“sorry, you can go back to sleep for a bit if you want.” richie’s hand fell against her cheek and she leaned into the touch gladly with a content sigh. until she frowned again when she realised he was already dressed in a graphic t-shirt he kept at her house and his jeans from the night before, ready to go. his glasses sat across his nose, making his doe eyes seem even bigger than usual. and his messy mop of curly black hair fell in front of his eyes slightly. small curls fell in his face and she had the urge to run her fingers through his hair, as she knew how soft it would be to the touch. if not for the fact that he was just about to leave her, she’d smile at how pretty he was.

“no, stay.” y/n mumbled as she pulled her hand out from underneath the covers and grabbed onto his arm. her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist and she felt the warmth of his skin underneath her touch. she’d give anything to be cuddled against his warmth right then.

“as much as i’d love to, since i know you can’t resist me and i hate to disappoint, i have to.” richie tapped the end of her nose with his finger, and in response she scrunched it up slightly.

“no please, don’t abandon me.” y/n whined and she heard richie chuckle as she let go of his arm and instead tried to wrap her arms around his waist.

“i’ll see you in like ten minutes downstairs.” richie teased as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

“yeah but we won’t be in bed.” she huffed, and heard richie snicker as he kissed her cheek. she could feel his warmth and smell his cologne as he leaned in and held onto him tighter, almost pulling him completely on top of her.

“y/n i really need to go,” richie chuckled as he placed a hand on the bed beside her to hold himself up over her. “i’ll get here extra early tonight so we have more time in bed. although i don’t think sonia will be too happy that i’m cutting our date short.” he snorted and she rolled her eyes.

“fine, leave me then.” she huffed and frowned, though y/n couldn’t help her growing smile as richie leaned in to kiss her. his lips were soft against hers and she felt better with his body pressed against hers. if she just held onto him a little tighter maybe he wouldn’t be able to get back up. though as he pulled away he winked at her and pulled back before she could try and even hold onto him.

“to be continued this evening.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she fondly rolled her eyes.

“just be careful getting down?” y/n asked softly as she gestured in the direction of the window. ever since he’d started sneaking in she was terribly worried that he’d fall from her window.

“always am, toots. i’m as agile as a cat, don’t worry.”

“yeah, a cat with no legs.” she retorted and he dropped his grin to playfully glare at her.

“you know, for someone who wants me to stay you’re being real fuckin’ mean.” richie scoffed, though still leaned down to give her another kiss regardless, which caused her to smile a little again.

“i’ll meet you downstairs, ‘kay?” richie whispered in between kisses. he left one final exaggerated smooch against her lips and pulled away, smile lines creasing under his eyes as he grinned.

“okay.” she sighed and nodded, reluctantly letting him go as he stood up properly again.

richie walked over to the window and pulled it open carefully. he swung one leg over the windowsill and turned to face y/n again, smirking. “i hate to leave you, my darling. i will see you again soon my lovely.” he announced with his free hand over his chest, the terrible british accent of his making a return. granted, it had gotten better over the past few years, but it still sucked.

“okay,” y/n giggled, hugging the covers over herself as she looked at her boyfriend. “i love you.”

“i love you too, see you in a sec.” richie gave her one last heart-warming smile before he swung his other leg over the windowsill and lowered himself down. she could hear the thud as he hit the floor, and as she didn’t hear a yelp in pain afterwards she assumed that he was fine.

another sigh left her lips as she rolled onto her back, frowning as she pulled back the covers. the previous comforting warmth she had escaped and she could feel the cold of the room biting at her bare legs. time to get dressed, as reluctantly as she wanted to.

[glamrockerfredbear]

omg omg omg a fnaf match up! that’s so cool, THIS is so cool, okokok so hallo! my names bunny, m 20 years old. ima leo sun, capricorn moon and sagittarius rising, ima ENFP, and my love language is physical touch. my pronouns r they/he and i do identity as queer tho i’d date any gender :)

i absolutely love painting and collecting things!! my walls are covered in shit like posters, paintings, pictures, stickers and i even have lil figures pinned to my walls. i collect dead bugs and animal bones! i just think it’s super cool :)) i love sleep and anything soft and warm, i have a bunch of stuffed animals and i even have a nest in the conner of my room (it’s where i keep my absolute FAVORITE stuffed animals) i lay in my nest when m really sad and need comfort. i love animals even tho m like super allergic, i have a cat and she makes my asthma act up. i don’t like brights lights cause they tend to overstimulate me after a while, and i don’t like people being mean to my friends. i may be small but m always ready to throw hands.

hope this was enough!! thank youuu!!

🦭 seal

. . . Your Fazbear Entertainment matchup is 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ⭒ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 !

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The man himself……the one and only…..Fed

YOURE SO LUCKY TO GET HIM?!

Anyways, the wall posters and stickers thing? Yeah Freddy can absolutely relate to that. The man has a couple of drawings kids gave him and some photos of himself on the wall in his room. He’d be more than willing to share his space so you could personalize his walls more with your posters and stickers. It would make him feel…homey whenever he would come in.

Freddy also relates to the collection of teddy bears and plushies. Have you seen his floors? His couch is half taken by a giant plush of his. He wants to very badly invite your plushies over but is afraid he’d get overrun and drown in a sea of plushies.

Listen, I know Freddy says a lot of praise and a lot of verbal communication but I feel as if his strongest area is physical affection and reassurance. He’d absolutely be a KING at cuddling and being warm, since we all know he’s warm due to him being heated so he can always give the warmest bear hugs to guests and loved ones and good news; you’re the latter so you always get to feel those nice bear hugs!

Freddy, with the help of a maintenance man, has been able to tone the lights of his room down and up with a little switch in his room so you won’t be overstimulated by the brightness of his room contrasting with the bright oranges.

“Is that…an animal bone? Where did you get this, Superstar?”

“Tu madre”

Freddy honestly dislikes bugs but for you? He will tolerate them in front of him just so you can give him those cute smiles and those twinkly eyes. The things he will tolerate so you can be happy is a gigantic list. But he will never tolerate cockroaches; it’s either a strong personal preference or something literally in his programming but he hates cockroaches a lot.

Freddy does this thing where he likes to pretend to be a bit gloomy so you can pepper him with smooches and snuggle up with him against the couch. You can tell he’s pretending too which makes it all the better because Freddy is a bit of a bad actor. The over exaggerated sighs and little peeks at you from one eye open is kinda adorable.

If Freddy’s not performing or practicing he’s 100% with you either being adorable with you or sleeping in.

Freddy absolutely gives you free Fazbear merch and it maybe or maybe not be again company policy to give anything for free but hey, what employee would snitch on Freddy like that? And honestly you kinda make Freddy act up a bit against the policy. Seeing you in a giant Freddy styled hoodie is all worth it.

Freddy is a bit lazy. He thinks Chica heavily influenced this habit but he likes to laze about in the theatre watching whatever in the after hours of the PizzaPlex. And you know he will definitely bring you along, blankets and plushies and all! You have a little family with you watching a movie. It’s always you, Freddy, his plushies and your own.

He adores your cat but honestly? Freddy’s scared of your cat! He’s been told by employees that their own cats always scratch and bite them unexpectedly so Freddy’s made a mental image of how cats are just little evil creatures waiting for you to lower your guard to attack you. You will often find that lovable oaf on his best guard staring down at your cat rolling around on his couch.

Don’t worry he gets over it quite quickly because he just can’t resist anything fluffy and small. Since he generates heat your cat jumps into his arms quite often.

Can’t stress how lucky u are to get him

[cherry-pink-writings]

Chifuyu Matsuno general relationship headcanons

-He’d be super supportive of anything you wanted to do as long as it’s not anything that could potentially harm you

-He’d get upset/mad if you gave up at something you’re good at for no reason and would encourage you to try to get back into it

-Dates where you just go walking trying to find cats to play with

-Maybe cat cafes too 

-Hyping you up if you wanted to try something new with your appearance like wearing different clothes than your usual outfits, trying a new hairstyle or cutting your hair yourself (even though that usually doesn’t end well)

-He obviously wouldn’t pressure you if you were hesitant, just wants you to know that he supports your ideas

-Walking around and just talking about life, along with both of your plans for the future

-He’d see cuts or bruises on you and try to figure out if it was caused by someone else so he could go fight them

-Definitely accused someone of doing that even if they were innocent 💀

-If you got scrapes or bruises, even if it was a tiny scratch he’s going all out

-Pulls out polysporin and other creams from who knows where

-Using those cute little colourful bandaids that have cartoon characters on them wherever you get hurt!!

-He gives you a little cheek smooch after putting the bandaid on

-Yk those octopus plushies you can flip inside out; one side is happy while the other is sad?

-He might use those to indirectly tell you how he feels if he doesn’t feel like talking about it lmao

-Getting you one of them as well so that you can do it too

-You two definitely stick to talking about it though, there’s only so much that can be said through a plushie with just two sides 💀

-Knowing when you’re upset without you having to say anything

-So he’d do little things for you to cheer you up like trying to explain your homework (or doing it for you) or doing some of your chores for you

-He might not know what your assignments are about tbh but he’d do lots of research so he can help you!!

-I think he’d prefer doing your chores for you but depending on what’s stressing you out more, he’ll just go with it even if it’s not his preference 

-Might tell you to just nap while he does those things since your mood tends to get even worse if you force yourself through the day and work without any rest

-Giving you hugs to comfort you even if you didn’t mention you felt drained and upset

-He has short hair but like trying to put it up like a tiny pineapple on the top of his head using those hair ties that have the balls on them (they’re called ponytail knockers apparently)

-Hangouts with Baji included as well

-As I mentioned in my Baji hc’s, reading manga all together

-Even the most boring activities would quickly become chaotic when the two of them pair up ngl

-So, you’re either the voice of reason or you enable their nonsense

-Having sleepovers where neither of you actually sleep until like 4am because you were talking or watching shows all night

-Taste testing whatever you cook/bake

-He’ll try to be nice about it if it doesn’t turn out well but he’s not a liar, so he’ll give you subtle hints on the fact that you need to improve a bit

-I would say getting piggyback rides from him but he’s kinda short (not sure about after the timeskip but he’s 5′5″ before)

-He’d definitely still try though 😭

[karmasuna]

headcanons for Bakugou, Todoroki and Sero (or anyone else you want to add) turning into cats via quirk and their crush just thinks it's a stray cat wandering the dorms so they pet it, give them love, feed them (human cat safe food), compliment them and take pictures and they're just eating it all up, the attention. The temptation to put a cucumber near them is strong

 i had to search up what cucumbers did to cats wwwww the more you know

Bakugo Katsuki

○ one day as you’re going down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast as usual you spot a small blonde cat curled up in the middle of the hallway

○ the cat’s very hostile too, hissing at anyone who tries to approach him. Kirishima’s the only one who doesn’t get all scratched up

○ and after Koda tries and fails to talk to the cat and ends up running away looking traumatized, everyone makes sure to stay at least six feet away from the angry fluffball that had made their dorm his home

○ when you try to approach the cat glaring at you from its spot on the floor your classmates scream at you not to do it, not wanting you to get all scratched up either

○ the cat had scratched up Todoroki’s face, and no one was happy about resident pretty boy’s face being damaged even a little

○ but apparently you’re in the clear. the cat lets you get close enough to pat his soft fur gently without him trying to injure you at all

○ so you become his designated caretaker until your class figures out what to do with him

○ looking at the cat, you wanted to show Bakugo much much the cat resembled him, but surprisingly he’s not there, and when you get to class Aizawa says that he’s taken an excused absence for family affairs, so you don’t really think about it much, just a little bummed he couldn’t meet the cat until he came back to school

○ he’s always with you wherever you go, sitting on your lap as you work and even curling up next to you when you go to sleep

○ you take lots of pictures of the cat and with him too, cooing at the small animal and telling him how adorable he was, giving him gentle kisses on his face

○ you’ve just become so accustomed to the cat in your life over the next week 

○ so when you wake up one morning to see Bakugo of all people next to you in your bed your heart nearly jumps out of your chest 

○ like why is your crush in your bed???

○ but you don’t say anything, deciding that you might as well savor the moment and admire how peaceful he looked when he was asleep and not yelling at people

○ that’s when you realize the cat is gone but now Bakugo’s here

○ and it doesn’t take much for you to connect the dots and realize that the cat was him all along

○ when he woke up, boy would you have lots of stuff to talk about

○ you’re really embarrassed about having practically kissed him and slept in the same bed with him for the past week, apologizing for basically invading his personal space

○ but the unusually soft gaze he gave you wasn’t something you’d ever thought you would see from him

○  “Would you have done all that crap if you knew it was me?”

○ his question throws you off guard, but you decide you might as well shoot your shot

○ “I would’ve given you more kisses if I knew.”

○ he instantly turns to face you and give you all the smooches you could ever want 

Todoroki Shoto

○ one day after school you return to your room to find a cat on your bed

○ there’s no indication as to where the cat came from or where you should return him to, so you just settle for taking care of him until you figure out what to do with him

○ fixing him a little fish and a water bowl so that he wouldn’t be hungry 

○ petting him gently as you watch him gently lap up some water, and you’re struck by how much the cat resembles your crush

○ most of his fur’s white, save for a little splotch of brown on his left eye, and he also had heterochromic eyes just like Todoroki

○ so you call the cat Todo-chan, and since he seems to respond to the name it just kind of sticks

○ he’s a relatively calm cat, and most of the him he just sits there next to you quietly, blinking up at you with his bi-colored eyes

○ and you come to realize that he /loves/ belly rubs. at first you’re really surprised that the cat even let you go anywhere near his stomach, but you don’t worry about it too much when he starts purring softly from your actions

○ he’s also a great listener too, and he seems to understand you when you talk to him about your worries, and the way he softly nuzzles your stomach and tries to wrap his body around you like a hug always makes you feel a lot better after you let all your worries out

○ although at first he’s not really that touchy of a cat, over time he starts to open up more to you, coming over to sit on your lap while you work, but never disturbing you too much

○ one day you’re curled up in bed with him, talking quietly about how much you missed Todoroki ever since he had to suddenly return home and take an extended absence from school for a “family event”

○ telling the small cat next to you about your feelings for the boy and talking about how you wanted to get closer to him

○ you slowly fall asleep in the middle of your words, and when you wake up Todo-chan’s nowhere to be seen for the first time since you met him

○ but Todoroki’s back in school, so that was something you were happy about

○ and he’s come back with a present for you too, a cute pair of earrings that you had had your eye on for a while 

○ you’re surprised that he even knew you wanted them, since you hadn’t told anyone about them to your knowledge

○ he calmly tells you that he had been hit by a quirk that turned him into a cat for the last few days and that’s why he wasn’t at school, and you quickly realize what he’s trying to tell you

○ you’re embarrassed to have told him so many of your weird thoughts, but he stops you and tells you that he was glad he knew more about you now, apologizing for not telling you sooner

○ and he confesses to you, admitting that he never tried to act on his feelings for you before because he wasn’t sure whether you returned them

○ “I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N, and I don’t want to waste any more time being a coward and hiding my feelings from you.”

Sero Hanta

○ from the moment Aizawa had showed up to class, announced that your class would temporarily be taking care of a cat and immediately followed it up by saying that Sero wouldn’t be in school for a few days due to “personal reasons” and not to contact him, you had a sneaking suspicion that the cat was no normal cat

○ it didn’t take you too long to guess what had happened and assume that Sero had somehow been transformed into a cat

○ it was no secret that Sero had a crush on you, and the only reason you two aren’t officially dating was simply because he never asked you out

○ and the cat not only looked like him, but was also always attached to you, literally

○ sitting in your lap in class, and even sleeping next to you in your bed

○ so you figured you would use the chance to have some fun with him since he thought you had no idea that the cat was in fact, your /not-official/ boyfriend

○ getting cat costumes from Aizawa for your resident class cat to try on and take photos with to laugh at him in the future (why your class teacher had a princess cat costume, you didn’t want to know)

○ and hiding cucumbers around the dorms to freak him out when he turned a corner, secretly filming his reactions when you could 

○ your class all agree to pretend not to know anything when the quirk wears off, sticking to Aizawa’s story of “personal reasons”

○ but one day you accidentally let it slip that you knew it was him all along

 “Gosh, I liked it way better when you were a cat, Hanta- god dammit!”

 “You knew it was me all along?”

 “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

 “Why’d you keep on kissing me if you knew it was me?”

 “I’d kiss you if you weren’t a cat too, you idiot.”

 “T-then why didn’t you ever do it?”

 “You never asked me to.”

○ you guy definitely make it official after that though

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🧰🔧PAUL IN BLUE OVERALLS🔧🧰

Prompt: One innocent sexual fantasy will lead Y/N directly into “Paul’s” faithful services.

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, sexual fantasy, roleplay, oral sex (female and male receiving), masturbation (male and female), cursing, name calling.

Tag: @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @drew-is-boo

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU *clap, clap*. Today is @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan birthday and what better way to celebrate it than with a Daddy McIntyre smut? This whole idea came from one (of the many) conversations Des and I have, she casually mentioned this and I wanted to use it as a birthday gift to her for being such an amazing friend to me 🥰 Thank you Des, for everything and here’s to many more smutty birthdays yet to come 🥂😘. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories on my Masterlist if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Tell me one secret fantasy you have” Drew smirked

“If I tell you then it’s not a secret anymore is it?” I smugly smiled

“C’mon, Y/N! What’s wrong with you telling your husband a fantasy that you have?”

“I don’t have any” I lied

“Bullshit, everyone has it! And I find it hard to believe that you don’t have any with the amount of sex we have” He smirked

“Ok fine, I have it!”

“Ha! I knew it!” Drew proudly grinned

“But I won’t tell you”

His grin faded away “Why?”

“Because no, Drew” I start to scroll through my phone pretending to do something important

“I know you’re using your phone to avoid me, you know?!” He cackled

“Tell me one of yours then” I say, refusing to talk about my fantasy

“I always tell you my fantasies, woman!”

“Well-“ I start, but Drew interrupts me

“And you always make them come true so why don’t you tell me yours so I can do the same? Y/N, my love. We’re married for fuck sake! Why are you acting like a peasant girl who’s ankles I just saw?” He chuckled and I huffed

“C’mon princess, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just me, love” He coos

“Promise me you won’t laugh?”

“I promise. Scouts word” He crosses his chest

“Ok, so I... I always thought about you know...I always wanted to fuck a porn star. But, those trashy ones, with the cheesy lines, like where the guy is a plumber or a construction worker or even the gardener” I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment

The room is silent, too silent. So I look up at Drew to find him struggling to hold back a laugh but failing completely when he meets my eyes

“You promised me you wouldn’t laugh!” I got up from the couch to leave the room, but Drew was faster, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his lap

“No! I don’t want to talk to you! I’ll never tell you anything ever again Andrew!” I fight to free myself from his hand, but it was pointless. He successfully made me sit on his lap

“I’m not laughing at your fantasy love, I’m laughing at your reaction to it” He chuckled

“Shut up!” I bitterly said

“You looked so cute, all embarrassed like that because of a pretty simple fantasy. My peasant girl” He teased

I look at him with a frown and a pout

“Awww, don’t make that face, love. I could never laugh at you, you know that” Drew smooch me “Why haven’t you told me before?”

“Because it’s dumb and embarrassing!” I mumbled

“No it isn’t!” He hugged me tighter “It’s a simple fantasy. It shouldn’t take us long to put it together and-“

“We’re not doing it!” I cut him off

“Why not?”

“Because” I sigh “I’m gonna feel stupid doing it and it will turn me off” I lied so maybe he’ll let it go

“Y/N, baby c’mon, don’t be so grumpy” He tries to convince me “There’s no reason for you to feel ashamed, love. We’ve done way worst than that!” He lightly chuckled, trying to lift my mood up

“Can we drop it for now?” I look into his piercing blue eyes “Please, Drew?”

“Ok, ok...I dropped it” He reluctantly said as he caresses my thigh

ONE WEEK LATER

“You have got to be fucking kidding me” I muted under my breath

“Drew?” I call

“Yep” He peeks through the door

“This damn thing is leaking” I pointed towards the en suite bathroom faucet

“Oh shit, that’s why I heard some water dripping last night”

“Really babe?” I ask exasperated

“What? I thought it was one of the cats!”

I rolled my eyes “I already tried everything and it won’t stop. We have to call a plumber”

“Ok, I’ll call one”

I give a little tug on his t-shirt, a sign for him to lean down so I can kiss him “Thank you. I have to go or I’ll get late” I kiss him again

“Ok. Oh, I may not be here when you come back. I‘m gonna work out in the afternoon”

“Ok baby, have a nice day” I smiled

“Oh I will, love. And you will too” He smirked

And I make my way downstairs utterly confused with what Drew just said.

......................................................................

I got home from work and Drew, faithful to his word, wasn’t there. I make my way upstairs to our bedroom so I can take a shower and relax, when the sight of a pair of black worn out boots and blue overalls made me stop at the foot of the bed.

A man had his face tucked into the underside of the sink, while his hands fidget with the siphon. The position of his hands made impossible for me to look at his face.

*I can’t believe Andrew left a stranger alone in our house! I’m gonna kill you Drew* I thought

I was growing a little nervous to be alone with this strange man at my house. He was huge! Tall and broad and a part of me got a little intimidated by it, but I swallowed my fear and asked

“Excuse me, sir?” I voice was trembling

He grunts in response

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t mean to interrupt your work but could you please tell me when are you going to be done?” My voice was still shaky

“I don’t know, it depends” He answer with a thick foreign accent

“Depends on what, sir?” I murmured

“If the lady will want the complete service” He got up from the floor and my mouth dropped

“ANDREW, YOU FUCKER! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” I yelled

“Name is Paul, miss” He comes closer

“This is not funny, you know? Jesus Christ, I thought you left a stranger here by himself. And I was scared as fuck, thinking I would be alone with this random man at home..” I trail off as he stopped in front of me

“Will you want the complete service, miss?”

“Complete service?” I mumbled

He only smirked

“What is the complete service?” I whispered

“Well, I can help you with your wetness situation” Drew tilts his head to the side to stare at my ass “It will only take a long, thick and hard pipe” He grabs a handful of his bulge

And I couldn’t help but laugh

“Drew, don’t be ridiculous, lo- Oh shit!” I gasp in surprise with his hand laying forcefully against my ass cheek

“I already told you the name is Paul, miss”

He was so into this roleplay thing that I decided to not be the cock block and play along.

“Look, Paul” I begin and he happily smiled “I don’t know what services you want to offer but, I’m married” I pointed to my wedding ring

“I’m not jealous” He smirked

“But he is” I respond

He shake his head “He will only be if he finds out. I’m not gonna tell him, are you?” The determination upon his gaze was, to say the least, lustful.

“I’m not gonna tell him, because nothing will happen” I play hard to get

“Are you sure?” He tilted his head to stare at my backside once more “I’ve seen that pathetic excuse of what you call husband and I’m absolute certain he can’t handle all of that” He points with his chin to my ass

“He can” I weakly said

Drew arched his eyebrow “Can he though? Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that, sugar?” He cackled “You see, to me, it looks like you need a real man to fuck you, to ruin you, to make a good use out of that sweet pussy” He grabbed his erection through the fabric, easily taking a handful “And I’m a real man sweetheart” He took my hand, making me cup his hard on “This cock will fill you up in ways you never thought it was possible before. It will make you forget about that pitiful husband of yours. This dick will make you feel like a real woman being fucked by a real man, it will make you feel so fucking good you will never want him to touch you again” He smirks

And all I can do is squeeze his length in consent.

Drew quickly undressed me, tossing me onto the bed as he pulled the overalls down his torso painfully slow. The vision of his dark hair laying around his broad shoulders, his bare chest and abdomen with the upper part of the overalls around his hips made me moan

“Fuck babe, you look so fucking hot like that! I’m one lucky bitch!” I murmur, making him lowly growl and attack my lips in a famished kiss

Drew traveled his lips along my neck, collarbone, top of my breasts and nipples.

He holds both breasts on his hand, squeezing them together so he can fastly go from one nipple to the other.

He licked, sucked and lightly scraped his teeth on each bud, kneading the soft flesh underneath his palms and fingers with gentle yet firm touches.

He roamed down to my mound. Reaping my lace panties apart so he can stare at my leaking core.

“Look at this beautiful pussy” Drew gave me a long lick “Are you dripping like this just from playing with your tits, love?”

I nod “Yeah, because you’re so fucking good at it”

He smirked and placed a gentle kiss on my clit, making me whine.

“You’re so responsive, I love that” He gives me some kitten licks before continuing “I bet that jackass husband of yours never eats this pussy, does he?”

I shake my head, making Drew click his tongue in disapproval.

“What a shame, love. Such a beautiful, sweet, wet pussy just waiting to be eaten” He gave me a long teasing lick “Would you like that, princess? Would you like me to eat your pussy until you cum all over my mouth?”

“Yes, please” I panted

Drew stepped back to get rid of the overalls and underwear. He slides his length along my folds to collect some of my wetness so he can touch himself as he eats me out.

He kneels down on the floor, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed by my hips, Drew closed one fist around his cock and pumped up and down as his mouth closed around my clit, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head.

I moan and he growls, my growing need for release becoming unbearable until...he stops.

“What the fuck?” I faintly asked as I see him kneeling down on the bed.

I was feeling confused, until I felt two of his fingers sinking into my core as his palm rested against my clit, slightly pressing into it.

Drew pulled me by my hair until my lips were on his cock, making me open my mouth so he can slide in.

I hummed in pleasure from both his taste and his fingers pace. The slapping sounds of his fingers and palm against my pussy was pornographic.

I bob my head faster and apply more pressure into his cock’s head making him moan my name loudly.

“Fuck, stop Y/N, stop damn it!” Drew yanked me off of him with a hard tug on my hair

He got up from the bed, pulled me down by my ankles and fastly turned me onto my stomach. I feel his weight on the mattress behind me as he places himself between my legs, quickly entering my core with one hard thrust.

“Oh fuck” I whine

Drew grabs two handfuls of my ass, keeping me in place while he mercilessly pound me. He leaned down, pressing his cheek to mine

“You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He grunted “You love being such a good little whore for me, right princess?”

“Yes, sir”

“Say it!”

“I love being such a good little whore for you, sir” I panted

Drew smacked my ass and placed both of his hands around my neck to both to use it as leverage for his thrusts.

“Who’s fucking this pussy so good, huh?”

“You are, sir”

“And what does a good whore says, Y/N?”

“Thank you, sir” I mumbled

“That’s right, baby” He chuckled

Drew hits my g-spot making me scream

“Oh fuck, it feels so good. You’re fucking me so good, sir! Oh please, don’t stop. Thank you, sir...thankyouthankyouthank” I babble

“You’re gonna cum, Y/N? That’s why you’re clenching so good around my cock baby?”

I nod as much as I can “Please, sir. Let me cum, I beg you” I whined

“You’re look so beautiful, princess. So fucking precious. Cum, love”

I feel numb, almost in an outer body experience from the orgasm ecstasy as I feel Drew release in me. He’s growls and grunts only making the post orgasmic bliss last longer.

I feel him carefully pulling out of me and a few minutes after the warm washcloth cleaning me up.

When he lays down on the bed by my side I mumbled half asleep

“You’re something else, Scotsman”

Drew laughs pulling me up so I can rest my head on his chest.

“The idea was yours, princess”

“But you executed perfectly” I coo

“Well, thank you” He cackled “Was this enough to make you lose your embarrassment to tell me your fantasies?”

“Mhm, if this is going to be the final outcome, I’ll make sure to write them down so you can perform each and every one of them”

“I would like that, love” He chuckled lightly, kissing my forehead as I swim into a deep slumber

Dreaming of a certain plumber named Paul....

Please let me know your thoughts on this and leave me some feedback if you’re comfortable with it 🥰😘

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Imagines - Dating Logan Lee 11

I'm back with the part 2 and @shady-swan-jones ❤️ is the beautiful soul who gave me ideas for this one. Thanks. Please continue to read my works and keep suggesting me ideas. 😊

I would suggest you to listen to 'kiss me more' by Doja Cat ft.SZA while reading.❤️

Category - fluff, smut.

People are suspicious of Logan everytime they see him. You always want to laugh at them because if they see what you were looking at right now, they would be disoriented and wouldn't believe their own eyes. And right now all you are looking at is the perfect Logan Lee struggling to make breakfast who looks pretty much a meal himself. You chuckled in a low voice so that he wouldn't hear, you didn't want to discourage him. After all, he wanted to impress you with his cooking and you really wanted to try it. You looked at him with satisfaction, his hair was all over the place, eyes just noticing the sun now, dark grey sweatshirt hugging him from his sleep, hands looking so beautiful, you could hold all day, even his face with the aggression looked so adorable you would have to control yourself to not hold his face with your hands and kiss them. Although you liked watching him working, you were becoming impatient with the going time so you tiptoed to the kitchen and sweetly asked,' do you need help?', to which he replied,' no....uhm......I'm fine actually', in a not so confident voice which was not Logan-like, you could see in his eyes. You were a few years older than him and he loved your caring and responsible nature. You didn't want to interrupt but you didn't want Logan to brawl with the recipe.

So you walked behind him and began instructing him while giving him a back hug, holding him, trying to kiss him till he starts laughing.

'Stop, the food is ready! '.

'I don't want to, I can eat you instead'.

'You've become quite brazen, haven't you?'.

'The only one thing Mr. Logan Lee can do except cooking'.

He would be lost in words with questioning eyes, you would start chuckling with yours sparkling like stars. He would lose to you every time if he could see your smile. He held your face with his right palm on your left cheek, fingers in your hair, thumb grazing your ear, your cheeks were getting slightly warm, same action with his left hand. Then he tilted his head, closed his eyes, you did the same, touching your lips with his, in a way reminding you of the dark chocolate you eat slowly to treasure it for a long time. Softly, taking time to feel and memorize each other's lips, kissing till you you took breaks to whisper things you wouldn't say to each other on daily basis.

'I love you Logan'.

'I you you more y/n'.

You tucked on his sweatshirt from back. Giggling at each other and continuing to smolder his lips when he slowly licked your lips in a making you lose your senses, leaving you yearning for more. You let him enter your mouth with his smooth actions, reciprocated with your own. You were becoming hungrier for Logan's kisses with the passing time, you could feel the dampness down and were figuring out if he was feeling the same. The room was never this quiet, all you both could hear were the noises of your lips dancing together. This was making you blush red as this is the first time you don't want to talk but keep feeling​ this euphoria. Logan was also unexpectedly quiet, his hands were doing the talking, touching you in places you could end up throwing yourself on him.

But good things take time and this wasn't a good time. Because Logan's phone just rang reminding you of the time and how were actually going to be late for work. Both of you stopped and looked at different directions looking like cherry tomatoes. You got up to get ready, he looked doe eyed at you walking away. While Logan was talking on the phone you got ready, then walked towards the door when he came running and called. 'Y/n!', you looked behind when he just came and hugged you tightly for few seconds, then he said,

'Are you free this evening? '.

'Yes '.

'I'm coming to you then '.

'Okay, I'll call you'.

'Bye y/n'.

In a needy voice where he didn't want to let you go.

'Bye Love'.

He smiled. You smiled.

You entered your workplace looking like a boomerang fitted in your mouth. People who are looking at you are puzzled at your reason for this beaming happiness.

This boy is such a gentleman, you can't even hate him properly. One of the things you love him for. You thought about how just a few months ago you thought Logan would be this rude rich dude and now you look at this soft furball you wanna cuddle and kiss all night. He was constantly growing on you.

Here you were having sweetest dreams about him and on the other side Logan was getting anxious with the going second, about how he should have pulled you for a hug or a peck or a smooch, how he should have talked to you more, how he should make it right, how much he fears to lose you. He was turning shy by each time you were becoming bold. He was smirking with the thought that he would go crazy in love with you. And he didn't want to be the only one left amazed, he was planning to go all the way to thunderbolt you with his feelings.

So he was going to finish what started this morning. He texted you,

'Did you have lunch?'.

'Yes, I did. What about you 😘?'.

'I did, but I was missing you'.

You smiled reading the message.

'I miss you too'.

He blushed.

'How about we meet at 5pm ?'

You look at your phone smirking and type,

'Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the lobby.'

'You won't have to wait, I will reach you before it'.

You were trying to hide your smile in case someone saw you, but Logan was making it so hard for you, you were imagining him in your daydreams.

You finished your work before 5pm, arranged your belongings, looked at your mirror if your hair was alright, retouched your makeup and took the elevator to the lobby. You reached in a few seconds and kept walking but could not see him. You thought he might be on his way so you called,

'Logan, I'm h....'. He cut you mid sentence and said,' On your left, y/n'. You looked at the direction, lost for words as what you saw at that moment startled you to the core. If angels exist they might be looking like Logan was what was going through your head. Or you could say that he was your prince whose princess you wanted to be forever.

Logan wore a bright yellow coat and you were sure of the fact that no one can pull off. The smooth colour looks like it is hugging Logan's body in a way making him look so tempting to eyes. You can't even think of someone who would look good in yellow. His hair colour perfectly complementing his coat like frosting on a cupcake. And his blue scarf with white design went along with the coat perfectly. Logan has a scarf for every occasion. Scarfs make him look very sophisticated, unique, no man can compare.

You smiled at him. He smiled at you. You both kept your phones in your pocket. Standing opposite each other as if time had stopped, looking at each other's eyes trying to read the feelings you hold for the other. He was fighting his urges to not hold you tightly against his chest. You wanted to pull him and kiss him then and there till your lipstick comes off.

He was standing with a bouquet in left hand and waving with his right hand smiling. You walked towards him in a normal pace with a smile and upon reaching to him, you pull him for a peck on lips taking him by surprise, making his eyes widen, increasing his heartbeat, make his cheeks warm, shy, making him forget what he wanted to tell you but he retreated by giving you a smirk.

'You look breathtaking'.

'Less than you'.

'Being modest aren't you?'.

In the end both of you chuckled and you took his hand, fingers entangled, walking outside till he remembers the flowers in his left hand and gives you. Taking it you say,

'The smell is so soothing, I love these so much'.

'And I love you y/n'.

Sudden confessions like these make you lose your composure. And he loves that.

He takes your hand in his hand making a boxy smile to a restaurant he booked for dinner.

After dinner you slowly walk to a nearby park watching the trees, flowers, leaves, water and his eyes. Being quiet like this beside him felt so intimate and secure. Looking at him while walking so closely, talking about each other's day, occasionally giggling is something you want to do everyday. Your Haven.

'Y/n?'.

'Hm'. You looked with doe eyes.

'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?'. He says it in a playful tone.

'Yes it is'. You said smiling.

At the next second slowly,he came closer to you, looking at your lips giving a peck, holding your face with his hands, closing his eyes, in return you closed your eyes as well,putting your arms around him, pecks turning into soft nibbles, nibbles turning into long kisses. All happening so slowly you could feel every movement, you kissed him back to make him feel the same tingling feeling you were getting.

Logan would talk in between to regain his breath,

'You will make me go crazy'.

'I'm already one'.

You would continue kissing till you felt burning from head to toe. He felt so fiery, passion was filling his body.

'Y/n, I think we need to go home to continue this'.

In a bold voice where he was ready to feast on you.

'I think so too, let's go I can't control myself anymore'.

He smiled and took your hand.

The End.

[emy-loves-you]

Snakey Days

This was written for the Sanders Sides Unpopular Ships Challenge, Day 3: DLAMP!

(yes, I know it’s late, but I’m posting it anyways)

Summary: When Janus gets exhausted, he turns into a tiny snake. Luckily he has 4 wonderful boyfriends to take care of him.

Pairing: DLAMP

Word Count: 1859

Thomas was a very busy man.

This was just a fact of life. He had a lot on his plate, between video production, supporting his friends and family, and so much more. Sometimes it wasn’t even the big things that overwhelmed him. The small things that he did, like sending Nico a “good morning <3” text every day or cleaning up the apartment, would sometimes pile up when he didn’t expect it and quickly overwhelm him. Those were the times when Janus was forced to step in and force Thomas to take a break, to spend some time taking care of himself, mentally and physically. And while those breaks were important, the fact that Thomas tended to wait until he was ready to implode before listening to Janus had a few negative consequences. One of them was that it took all of Janus’ energy, leaving him for a few days in a far simpler, but less functional, form.

Such as today, when one of his boyfriends had found him curled up under the blankets in his snake form.

Janus hadn’t even realized that he was in his serpent form until that moment, too exhausted to realize that the feeling of scales on cool sheets wasn’t just on his face anymore. Janus had practically melted at the feeling of warm fingers on his cold scales, before groaning as he realized what that meant. He would be stuck in this form for at least a day before he could change back, maybe even longer since Thomas was so stressed yesterday. Luckily they weren’t planning any videos soon, so Janus had nothing on his schedule that he couldn’t do in snake form. And if he did, his lovely boyfriends would gladly do the tasks for him.

Speaking of boyfriends, Janus lazily flicked his tongue out, trying to figure out who was currently rubbing the back of his head. He picked up the familiar scent of paper and ink and inwardly smiled, letting out a quiet hiss. Logan chuckled, “I had assumed this would happen. Would you like to eat today?” Since they were in Thomas’ head, they didn’t technically need to eat and sleep, but they still ate meals together and slept in their own rooms. Sometimes Janus would want to eat as a snake and they would summon him a nice juicy rat to have. But Janus didn’t want that awkwardly full feeling today, so he flicked his tongue out twice, his little code for ‘no.’

Logan nodded and loosened his tie before picking Janus up, guiding him up to his now exposed collarbone. Janus wasn’t a very big snake, barely big enough to wrap himself once around his boyfriend’s neck, but he sleepily managed to settle himself on the warm skin. He loved being able to feel his boyfriend’s body heat against his cold scales, and he let out a small hiss as a ‘thank you.’ Logan chuckled, the movement causing Janus to practically melt against his skin. “I hope you won’t get too upset at being moved around today. We’ve all got some personal projects to do today, so you’ll be moving around between the four of us.” Janus just hissed in response, already expecting it. One day he would convince his boyfriends to all take a self-care day together.

Janus stiffened slightly when Logan stood up and started moving, but he relaxed immediately afterward. Logan wouldn’t let him fall, Janus was sure of it. It had taken a long time to trust the Logical Side like that, just like it took a long time to trust the rest of his boyfriends. But Janus was glad that he did. Before he admitted his little problem about being stuck as a snake sometimes, he would spend these times stuck on his bed, freezing cold and unable to get up. Now he was always nice and warm, lazily draped over one of his boyfriends.

Logan stepped into the kitchen, where their other 3 boyfriends were already serving breakfast. Patton was the first one to notice the Logical Side standing in the doorway, and ran over to pull him into a hug. Janus let out a weak hiss before he got too close and Patton stopped, just then noticing the tiny snake hiding under Logan’s shirt. He smiled softly, his voice now dropping to a quiet murmur. “Oh baby… lazy day today?” Janus just flicked his tongue out in response. That was the main issue he had with this form; he couldn’t communicate or show any facial expressions. He could tell them that he was annoyed, or happy, or whatever else he could be feeling. He also was so tired in this form, so even if he could communicate, Janus wasn’t too sure that he would.

Patton giggled softly before reaching up to kiss Logan. He also gave Janus a little boop, making him hiss again. The Moral Side spun back to the kitchen, speaking in a much softer tone than he had before Logan showed up. “Janus is having a snakey day today, so we won’t need another plate.” Roman and Virgil both looked up at Logan, staring at Janus hanging off his neck. Roman gave a soft smile and Virgil nodded, but they didn’t speak as they finished setting the table. Janus tended to get really big headaches when in snake form, so they always made sure to speak softly as they went throughout their day.

Breakfast was quiet, with Janus hanging off of the Logical Side’s neck while everyone else ate. They were quietly planning their schedule for the day, while Janus started to doze off. He didn’t startle when Logan got up, hissing softly as the Logical Side went to the living room to watch a documentary.

Logan didn’t touch Janus much when he was in this form, worried that he would accidentally harm him. But Janus didn’t mind, happy to snuggle up against his boyfriend. He hissed indignantly when they started watching a snake documentary. The Logical Side chuckled, rubbing the back of Janus’ head in a placating manner. He hissed again, relaxing fully. This was one of the few times where he wished he was a different animal. Maybe he could be a cat, so he could purr and stretch himself out on their laps. Oh, to be a cat…

Janus didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up later, now resting on a heat rock. He poked his head up from where he was laying, watching as Roman and Patton built a currently unidentifiable Lego structure, the tie-wearing side nowhere in sight. Janus let out a weak hissed and felt a flash of irritation when neither of his boyfriends looked up. Maybe he should ask them to put a bell on his tail. Then at least he’d make some noise.

It took several hisses for Roman to look up, smiling brightly. “It looks like our Sassy Serpentine is awake!” Janus hissed in response, trying to convey his irritation at being ignored. The creative side chuckled, apparently picking up on Janus’ mood. “Logan had to go plan this week’s schedule, and we didn’t want you to be jostled around on us.”

Patton held his hand out and Janus slithered onto it, wrapping himself around the father figment’s wrist. Patton chuckled and used his other hand to gesture towards the Legos. “Hey Ro, why don’t you keep building this while Janus and I watch. I’m better for moral support anyways.” Janus hissed and nudged his boyfriend’s wrist with his head, upset that he was talking bad about himself. Patton didn’t seem to understand (or maybe he did but was ignoring the subject. They’ll need to talk about that later) and giggled. “What? That was a good pun!”

Roman rolled his eyes fondly and went back to building the Lego structure, which was soon revealed to be the same Disney Castle Lego set that Thomas had. He was telling little stories every few minutes, fueled by Patton’s giggles and Janus’ hisses. Patton would occasionally move the snake up to eye level and kiss the top of his head or rub his nose against his snout. Janus would respond by tickling the Moral Side’s face with his tongue or nudging him with his head.

Eventually, Roman and Patton had to leave, and Janus was escorted to Virgil’s room. Virgil was about to take a nap before dinner, and Janus was glad to join him. He loved sleepy cuddles in either form, but he couldn’t cuddle with most of the others in this form because they tended to roll around in their sleep. Virgil, however, didn’t, so Janus could cuddle with him whenever he wanted.

Janus didn’t like to pick favorites, but Virgil was definitely up there in terms of cuddling. He was warmer than either of the glasses-wearing sides, and barely cooler than the absolute inferno that was the Creative Side. And his hoodie was so soft, it was amazing to feel the fabric against his scales. He loved to nuzzle his snake-half against Virgil’s shoulder in his human form, and right now he easily fell asleep on Virgil’s chest, underneath his hoodie.

A few hours later, he woke up to people whispering. He stayed still and listened.

“C’mon my dark and stormy night, dinner’s ready.”

“I can’t.”

Roman huffed impatiently. “Why not? And where’s our scaly beloved?”

The fabric around him shifted, and Janus assumed that Virgil was pointing at him. “He’s sleeping on my chest. There’s no way to get up without waking him. I can’t leave.”

Roman chuckled. “Yeah, you’re screwed.” There was a smooching sound, and Janus assumed that Roman had kissed Virgil’s forehead. “I shall tell our beloveds of your unfortunate predicament. You are our noble sacrifice, and I will never forget you.”

Virgil started sputtering and Janus would’ve been chuckling if he could. Instead, he slithered up to the Anxious Side’s neck, nudging his chin. Virgil froze, looking guilty. “Sorry J, did we wake you?” Janus hissed, sticking his tongue out twice. No, he lied. Virgil relaxed, smiling softly.

Roman made grabby-hands and Virgil rolled his eyes, handing Janus over. Roman wrapped the snake side around his neck and Janus let out a long drawn out hiss, the closest thing he could get to a sigh in this form. Roman’s hot skin felt like bliss to the cold-blooded serpent, and Janus was almost asleep again by the time the Creative Side sat down to eat.

Dinner was a short affair and soon they were all sitting on the couch, watching Disney movies. Janus forced himself to stay awake for a few minutes, committing the image to memory as he always did. Eventually, his tiredness and the warmth of Roman’s skin won out and he slipped into a peaceful slumber.

A few hours later, Janus shifted back into his human form, still asleep. He was laying in Roman’s lap with his arms around his neck, murmuring softly. His four boyfriends smiled softly, each one giving him a kiss on the forehead before turning back to the movie. They all ended up falling asleep on the couch, cuddling together around their favorite snake.

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[ceoofanticatradora]

We need more anti C//A who are Adora stans (like you seem to be) so that people can understand that C///A is bad for Adora. Heck C//A is bad for Catra too, but the shippers don't seem to realize it. If Catra had been able to let Adora go maybe she could have healed instead of her festering and the abuse may have ended instead of escalated.

Hello Dear, welcome on my Blog and a big thank you for your message! Firstly I wanna apologize that this response is reaching you more than three full days, almost four later. Just real life getting into the way of my online presence (at least I got my A-Levels admission!) but I assure you that replying to you was on my To Do List the entire time. And while I could've typed something quick, I thought you deserved a full length response just as much as the person before you received. That goes for anyone really to ask/write me anything in the future.

Adora is a character that has flaws, her own interests, things she struggles with/is insecure about etc. but she also still works on being better (up to Season 5). This makes her relatable, fleshed out and overall three dimensional. Overall for me that makes Adora very likeable. Which is funny because when I first watched the show I thought of her as too goofy and felt like she as a character was overall just flat. Her character design did not speak to me either, the ponytail with the weird hair poof and these pointy shoulders of her jacket just really were not my taste. Isn't it amazing how perceptions can change?

As you can guess from that description I did not always stan Adora and she's probably still not my favorite character but over the almost two years I've been in this fandom I've grown rather fond of her. Other important characters to me are Kyle (a very relatable comfort character of mine, he learned to stand up for himself and others and I support that, f*ck Season 5 for barely acknowledging his existence), Lonnie (apart from treating Kyle badly (which I really do NOT support or excuse) I really love her, man, some women just do me like that, I mean she really stood up to Catra like that), Entrapta (I'm autistic too! It's great to have some representation, seeing the ableism/treatment she experiences in the show is not so much though), Seahawk (I don't even know why, I have some issues with his behavior towards Mermista at times but overall I love this dork), Scorpia (she reminds me of myself so much and I really wanna give her hugs, I'm so glad she chose to no longer let Catra treat her like that even though I will be forever salty she just immediately forgave her), Peekablue (I can explain this even less than Seahawk, especially since it was not even really him in the end but his existence somehow helped me cope with Season 5, without him I probably would've left this fandom ... and also my favorite color is blue) and Double Trouble (now there's enough people already critcizing how they're not exactly great Non-binary representation but this dramatic lizard will forever be in my heart, that reality check they gave Catra, basically slapping her in the face with facts was satisfying as h*ck, also I like lizards overall).

Now there's plenty of characters I like, dislike (or even hate) or am simply indifferent about but after all this is not a tier list but me talking about Adora, Catra and Catradora. Adora started off as this girl that was so sure what she was doing is right but once she was taught differently she was willing to leave everything she knew (except Catra, because she valued her despite everything) behind. And not only that, she broke out of the abuse cycle that Catra tried so hard to keep upright. And that is exactly what makes Adora such a good role model. She teaches children (or people) that:

Your past doesn't define what/who you are or what/who you can become

-> Adora used to be a Horde soldier and did not know where she came from, but nonetheless she found herself a family and became a hero that saved thousands of people

You can always change your mind and start a new life if you feel disappointed in what you are doing/who you are as a person

-> Basically the exact same point, Adora started a new life as she saw what the Horde really was and changed her mind about who to fight for

You deserve love too, be it platonic or romantic (or se*ual???) (If you're aro and/or ace just ignore the part that does not work for you)

-> While Adora for various reasons thought her only use was to please others and meet their needs and expectations (mostly due to Shadow Weaver and Catra) she learned to accept that she too deserves love and validation (if the love aspect would not have been focused on it being romantic love so she could smooch Catra in the finale this would've been a billion times better because she got love from her friends that showed her her real value)

You can walk away from something/someone, that does not make you egoistic/selfish

-> Adora walked away from the Horde, after Catra stubbornly refused to come with her despite many offers (basically Catra broke the promise, not Adora) from her too and that did not make her a "traitor" or "selfish", h*ck, Adora in the end did this for a bigger purpose too, even if part of it was her not wanting to live with such wrong morals

Your opinions, feelings etc. about a person/something can change and that is perfectly fine and valid, being able to change is part of what makes someone human

-> Adora's views on many things changed throughout the show: The Horde and the Rebellion, the First Ones, Catra, being She-Ra, herself, her priorities and so on ... she actually makes use of her brain, which is why Catra saying "Don't you ge it?" or calling her an idiot and dumb never sat right with me, she's a realistic character for shifting with her thoughts, feelings etc. and sometimes just does not fully think things through

You don't have to let other people treat you like sh*t (just because they have some issues they never worked through does not give them any right to let it out on you)

-> This point is obviously centered mostly around Catra and her abusing Adora almost every chance she gets, which is why Adora standing up for herself and not letting Catra blame her for her own decisions and mistakes is so important, "You made your choice, now live with it" is one of the most powerful lines throughout all the five Seasons

Now I'm sure there is still more to Adora's character than what I just listed and unfortunately almost all the points basically got pushed aside, well, Adora as a character got pushed aside in Season 5. All her growth, the things that made me love her, see her as great role model for so many people robbed of their value for the sake of making everything revolve around Catra. That brings me to her and how you are absolutely right that Catradora is harmful to both characters. Of course Adora is affected most by it in the end but Catra too is obviously suffering under the fandoms obsession and just the overall idea of them being romantically involved.

Just like with Adora the stans make almost everything about Catra over her relationship with Adora. She too can barely exist outside of it and if she wasn't the fan favorite she'd most likely would too be mostly in Fanarts that include Adora and not just her (if you google "Catra Fanart" most content is still Catra and Catra only but here and there Catradora still peaks through). But for whatever reason the fandom still views her more as her own person as the other ones? Catrouble and Scorptra Shippers might actually still get less hate than Glimmadora Shippers (I'm not denying they don't get any, they most certaintly do) which is just plain hypocricy and favorism. Kinda like the: A woman needs to be loyal to her husband and her husband only but if the husband wants to be active with other women that is perfectly fine because "that is just how men are" or how i like to call it ... sexism. Now in this case they are both women so it's not sexism but yo do get my point.

But much more importantly, Catra has an unhealthy obsession with Adora. Signs of that are for example:

Constantly talking about Adora, even when said person is not around (to Shadow Weaver, Scorpia etc.)

Obsessing over having control over Adora like in that one Episode "Are you kidding? I finally got control over Adora, I'm not giving that up!"

Building her entire character and her actions around Adora "We need to take Adora down", "Adora left me", "I'd rather see the whole world end than see you win!", also shown in Season 5 where she states she does save Glimmer only for Adora and not for Glimmer or to do the right thing

Getting aggressive or very emotional over Adora like clawing the wall, having nightmares etc. (destructive behavior towards herself and others)

Having no or barely any characteristics outside of her relationship with Adora like, we don't know her interests or likes and dislikes outside of being evil, obsessed with Adora, being abused by Shadow Weaver ...

Trying to force Adora to meet her needs and expectations regardless of Adora's owns

Sacrificing her oppurtunity to be happy in the Crimson Waste for the sake of her Adora obsession and being better than her at all costs

So yes, you were very right with saying that not putting Catra in a relationship with Adora would've benefited both characters. Catra could've learned to exist on her own, develop interests and a life outside of Adora. Learn to accept herself and eventually come to terms with her childhood abuse. She could've been free and not "the abusive cat girl that ended up with the person she unhealthily obsessed over to the point of no return" she kinda is now. Even if we ignore the whole "dating your long term abuser" part from Adora's side and "being rewarded" for horrible behavior, Catra alone is not giving a good example to people watching. As much as I dislike Catra, disdain her even, an ending where she is dependent on Adora, unable to stand on her own two legs after she led armies in war is not what I would wish for her, even with a decent redemption arc (that she did not get).

[vladtoly]

First Impressions

A/N: This was a dream i had about a week ago and couldn’t get out of my head. And i’ve had plenty of time to write, so here you go. 

Warnings: Unedited, fluff, some smooching at the end 

Pete tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel as he pulled up to Y/N’s house. She sat in the passenger seat, quietly, waiting until he was ready to go in. Today was the day he finally met her family; and he was petrified.

“Can’t we tell them I got called into work?” he asked half-heartedly.

She laughed a bit and set her hand over his tapping fingers, bringing them to a halt. “Pete, I can almost promise they’ve already seen us pull up.” She puled his hand to her mouth and kissed the back softly. “Relax. They’ll love you, because I love you. It’s just lunch, and if you still feel anxious after we eat, I’ll make some excuse for us to leave. Okay?”

He took a deep breath and turned to stare at his girlfriend, take in the view that was her. Though, yes, he was anxious, she always seemed to calm him- just by existing. The smile that graced her worried, yet understanding, face was all he needed.

“Okay. Let’s get in there so I can make a bad first impression!” he bellowed, kissing her softly before swinging the driver door open. She laughed at him as she got out on her side, grabbing his hand. The closer they got to the front door, the tighter she felt his fingers get. With one last reassuring squeeze to him, she opened the front door.

The entrance was empty, except for a lone cat staring at them from a few feet away. Y/N smiled and waved at the cat, letting out a small ‘Hi, Nelly’, before leading Pete to the kitchen. There at the kitchen counter stood her mother with her two aunts, chatting away about work and soaps they all caught up with. Y/N’s great aunt was the first to see them.

She smiled and immediately took Y/N into a hug. “It’s so good to see you, dear!” Pulling away, she looked at Pete, sizing him up with her eyes. “And this must be your boyfriend.”

Aunt Carol’s lingering, disapproving gaze on Pete’s tattoos didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. She simply smiled and linked her arm with his subtly, but protectively. “Carol, this is Pete. Pete, this is my Great Aunt Carol.”

They shook hands and exchanged greetings, but Carol was quick to move back to the other ladies.

Y/N smiled at everyone as a greeting before looking up at her boyfriend. “How’re you doing so far?” she whispered to him.

“I’m shocked she even shook my hand,” he mumbled back to her with a nervous smirk. She giggled softly, kissing his cheek and moving them closer to the others.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Pete. Pete, this is my mother, Aunt Juanita, Aunt Kim, and my Granny.”

The women seemed to sit silently and just stare for a silent moment.

Just as Y/N was about to pull Pete even closer to her, Granny stood up and walked over to Pete. He was still visibly nervous but tried his best to give her a smile. The older woman smiled brightly at him and opened her arms.

“Well, I’m not sure if Y/N told you, but I’m a hugger.”

Y/N watched, overjoyed, as the much taller man hugged the old woman. In that moment, she knew that if the oldest of them would like him, the everyone else eventually would too. That one hug gave her hope.

Pete met all the other women, even getting a side hug from Y/N’s mother, which was certainly a shock. They stood and talked to everyone for half an hour before Y/N seamlessly led Pete to the empty living room. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his middle. “How do you feel so far?”

Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he gave her the first relaxed smile of the day. “Feeling better than I expected I would.”

“Granny’s acceptance has that effect on people,” she joked, moving her hands to link behind his neck, his hands moving to her waist.

He chuckled a bit and squeezed her sides. “Yeah, a hug was kind of the last thing I expected today.”

“Told you they’d love you.”

“I don’t think they’re quite at the ‘love’ level yet.”

“They’ll get there; I did.”

His face brightened and he leaned down to kiss her. They sat like that for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, moving in sync. Suddenly a knock pulled them apart. Resting into Pete’s side, Y/N looked with amusement and embarrassment at her uncle waving through their patio’s sliding glass door. She gave him a thumbs up and looked up at her now horrified boyfriend.

“Ready to go meet the rest of the family?”

[kcabyap]

YOOO THE BELPHIE MAKE OUT HC WERE SO GOOD KDHSHDZJXBDJD

If requests are open/ if you do requests, could you do sfw/nsfw hc about making out with Satan? Or to shorten it if it’s easier for you just nsfw

Head empty just straight simping for these boys

Aaaaaa, thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed! I can absolutely do some smooches with Satan, he's another of my favourites~ (Though I'm simping for basically everyone in the game honestly--)

NSFW is under the cut; as always, under 18s, please stay away from that.

Making Out With Satan~

Satan's a reserved lad; he won't make too many vulgar public displays of affection.

Kisses? Absolutely; in fact, he loves surprising his partner by sneaking up at their side and pressing a little kiss to their cheek, adoring how they blush.

He'll give them chaste kisses on the lips and affectionate hugs in public... cute things like that, little loving gestures of closeness, because he does so love to be close.

(Oh, and he adores playing with his partner's hair; this man will pet his partner as though they're a cat if he gets the chance...)

But make out sessions? If there are people around? No thanks; he doesn't want to deal with the teasing or complaining from his brothers.

If his partner is trying to initiate kissing time with others around, he'll flush lightly, delicately placing a finger over their lips.

("I promise, I'll make it up to you later, okay? Just... be good a little while longer.")

(If his partner wants to hurry things along: teasing him by giving him the big blinking eyes, snuggling up to him, or purring in his ear are effective methods... but they can expect him to be a little less gentle than usual if they rile him up on purpose like that--)

Make out sessions usually take place in the privacy of either his or their room, or in a quiet corner of the library.

More often than not, Satan's partner ends up sitting in his lap; it's comfortable for both of them, and he loves the closeness, getting to hold them tight.

His lips are soft, kisses sweet and light at first.

Featherlight, in fact; gentle brushes, the kind that make his partner crave for more, which he's always happy to give them.

He'll gently brush their lower lip with his tongue, lightly parting their lips and sliding his tongue into their mouth to twine with their own; not a fight for dominance... more like a dance.

It's as passionate as it is romantic, as breathtaking as it is loving.

His experience is mostly from books, sure, but it pays off; they gave him the knowledge on how to make it moreish, passionate, intense.

Fingers run through his partner's hair and down to caress their back as they kiss, his other hand cupping their cheek with such tenderness...

He's good at the sweet and the slow, but if he's mad - or if they riled him up on purpose - those lips will press harder, more insistently, his embrace just that little bit tighter...

Whether it's soft or passionate, though, it's always adoring - full of the love he feels for his partner, a type of love he didn't even know he could feel before he met them - and always delightful.

Being in his lap as they so often are, his partner has plenty of opportunity to straddle his hips and press against him; and if they do, they'll be met with an alluring chuckle and a playful squeeze to their backside.

There isn't always any teasing, Satan really isn't as much of a tease as some of his brothers are, but he's not above making the occasional comment close to his lover's lips.

("Oh...? Does my kitten want to play, hm?")

He'll grind up against them, sensually rubbing his hardening length between their legs as his tongue claims their mouth, as his lips deepen their kiss.

He wants to make his partner moan and squirm for him, and he knows just where to rub and caress and touch to get those reactions; he's very perceptive, after all, and he pays attention to how they react.

Depending on the mood, he'll get on top of them; he prefers being on top, holding his lover's hands above their head, pressing their chests firmly together and grinding into them as he lays claim to their mouth.

If they rile him up further on purpose, he'll be less gentle; they're playing with the Avatar of Wrath, after all... He'd never be bad to them, of course, but he's not afraid to pin them down, to press them up against walls, to spank their ass if they're being too naughty.

He'll bite at their lower lip playfully as he draws back, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lidded with desire.

He isn't particularly loud, usually giving breathy sighs and smooth groans when his lover presses against him just right.

But there are ways to get this man to be rather vocal... mainly if his partner is being vocal, letting him know how good they're feeling for him, how much they love him; that pleases him so much, he craves it, and he can't help but moan out with them.

If he's angry and punishing them, though... expect the occasional seductive laugh as his partner yelps when they're spanked, teasing words falling more freely from his lips.

It's a good thing they're alone after all; once things are at this point, they're definitely going to need privacy, let's put it that way.~

[idy-ll-ique]

We're Together!

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Pure Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested: by @katrynec

"heyy, could you do a Chris Evans one where they meet on set and announce they're together at comic con, thankyouu"

Summary: Chris and Y/N make their relationship public at the San Diego Comic Con.

Author's Note: Hey guys!!! First off, thank you @katrynec for sending the prompt, I enjoyed writing this! Also just wanna say I completely forgot to mention the genre of my fic in the last fic (and I oop—). Anyway read this!!

Y/N - Your Name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

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"Hey, I'm Chris! You're Y/N, if I'm not wrong?" Chris introduced, holding his hand out. Y/N smiled, shaking his hand. "You're not wrong, I am Y/N," she chuckled. "Awesome! Sebastian has been talking a lot about you, I was eager to meet you," he grinned at her. "Aw, really? That's nice, thank you." Chris nodded, running a hand through his hair.

"He loves working with you, he can't stop talking about you. I hope someday we get to work together as well." Y/N blushed, knowing damn well that she was playing Sebastian's love interest in the movie. Whatever did Chris mean? Did he want them to play love interests as well? "I hope so too. Wanna go back to the sets?" Y/N offered with a strained smile. He grinned again.

"Yeah, of course."

They started walking towards the sets again. "So, uh, don't think of this question as intruding, but… you see, you and Seb are really good friends, your scenes seem extremely natural— which is good— so I'm just wondering, are you and him…?" Y/N burst out laughing at his question. "No, no, no, we're not dating in real life. I'm single," she wheezed.

"Ah, okay," Chris laughed along, rubbing the back of his neck. They reached the sets to see Anthony and Sebastian standing nearby, chatting. "Hey guys," Chris called out. The two men looked over at them. "Hey Chris! M'lady Y/L/N," Sebastian teased, winking at her. "Zip it, Stan," she snorted, shaking her head. "Where have you been?" Anthony asked Chris when Y/N walked away.

"I went to talk to her," he offered, shrugging. The thing is, ever since Chris had seen her, a little crush has started manifesting in him for her. She was brilliant. Beautiful, kind, polite, intelligent… He wasn't on the sets most of the times when Y/N was, and the other times when they were actually on set together, he refused to talk to her. He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

After a lot of pestering from both Anthony and Sebastian, he finally decided to have a chat. Hopefully, he didn't ruin it. "Did you ask her out? Because I think she's not going to say no," Anthony smirked. "I… I didn't," Chris sighed. "Man! Half the movie is done, you're a grown man! Just ask her out, goddamn it!" Sebastian groaned, shoving him.

"Look, there she goes!"

All three of them turned to see Y/N walking out, her backpack with her. "Hey, uh, Y/N!" she turned to them. "Hi Chris, what's up?" she asked, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. She had liked him for a while now, but she knew it would never work out. Why would he like her back? "Hey, I was wondering if you wanna have a coffee with me sometime," Chris asked, wringing his hands in nervousness.

"Like, a date?" she blurted out, her eyes going wide. "Like— Yeah, yeah, actually; a date. Please?" He cringed at his own words. Please?! Who fucking says please? "I-I would be honored, Chris. Send me the timings and the place," she laughed. They exchanged numbers and she left, waving at him. A squeal escaped her lips once she was out of earshot. A date with Chris?

She didn't know that could happen!

Inside, Chris turned to look at Sebastian and Anthony. Both of them were smirking at him. "See? Easy! I told you she won't reject you," Anthony laughed, crossing his arms. "You were right, I guess. I hope I don't ruin it," Chris chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "You won't, I'm telling you. Let's get you a drink to help you calm down," Sebastian grinned.

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"Right, four of you, get in the car."

Amongst the cast and the crew, the fact that Chris and Y/N were dating was now common knowledge. Three months had passed since their first date. Chris hadn't, in fact, ruined it; it was the best date Y/N had ever been on. "Fine!" Y/N huffed, getting into the car. They were going to the San Diego Comic Con. Anthony, Sebastian and Chris got into the car, too.

Anthony sat in the front with the driver while Chris, Sebastian and Y/N sat in the back. Y/N was in the window seat, Chris in the middle and Sebastian in the other window seat. "Are you comfortable, love?" Chris whispered to Y/N. "I'm good, Chris. Thankfully I didn't have to wear a dress and they allowed me to wear jeans," Y/N laughed, patting him on the bicep.

He put his arm around her shoulders, smiling. "Hey guys? I'm really happy for you two," Anthony commented, turning around to grin at them. "Thank you Anthony, you say that every time Chris and I interact," Y/N joked, smiling at the man. "Well I can't help it, y'all too cute!" He winked. "When are we going to reach?" Sebastian asked, looking out of the window.

"We literally just got into the car, dude," Chris sighed. "I know that. I'm bored," Sebastian huffed, crossing his arms. "Why don't we listen to songs or play some games?" Chris suggested. "Let's listen to songs!" Y/N squealed, clapping her hands. Anthony turned the radio on just as the advertisement on it ended. Say So by Doja Cat started playing.

"I know this song," Chris mused. Meanwhile, Y/N happily sang along to the song, nodding her head. "Isn't this the song that got really famous on TikTok?" Sebastian asked Y/N. "It is the one. Y'all don't know Say So?" Y/N gasped dramatically. "That's the one! By Doja Cat, right?" Chris blurted out. "Mm-hm, yeah," Y/N confirmed. Half an hour later, they arrived at the SDCC.

All the fans gathered outside started screaming with joy as they got out of the car. Loads of flashes went by as the paparazzi took photos. "I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me, papa… paparazzi," Y/N whispered to the guys, which made them burst out laughing. Y/N grinned at her brilliant but not so brilliant joke, signing the papers and other things the fans handed her.

Chris and Y/N took some pictures together, she had some solo photos, some in a group with all three of the guys, some with Sebastian and some with Anthony. Finally, a long time later, they went inside. Inside, too, they took a lot of pictures and talked to the fans. Y/N was used to the media life, but sometimes the interactions could be a little overwhelming. Soon enough, it was time for their panel.

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"So, uh, we all know that you and Sebastian are supposed to be a couple in this movie, your chemistry is great, you're really friendly… so— I hope you don't think this is very personal— are you guys dating in real life too? I only ask because the scenes seem very natural and it doesn't look like you're acting." Y/N grinned at the question a fan had asked her.

"You know, that's the same question Chris asked me before we—" A nudge to her foot made Y/N pause and look at Anthony, who then nodded his head towards Chris. She turned to look at him; he was already looking at her with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. She faltered, maybe she shouldn't reveal they were dating just yet. All of a sudden, a smile bloomed on his face and he nodded.

"When you what?" the fan asked excitedly, eager to get some tea on Y/N's social life. "Before we started going out." The entire room became silent. Sebastian and Anthony looked around, daring people to comment against their relationship because oh no no, nobody messes with their best friend's relationship and his girlfriend. The whole room then burst out in applause and cheering.

"When did you start going out? I'm so happy for you!" the fan grinned, clapping her hands along with the others. Y/N could see a few faces in the audience sulking, but paid no attention to it. "It's been three months. I… I really like him," Y/N spoke into the mic, sending a shy smile towards Chris. "I really like her, too!" Chris grinned. Sebastian got up, nodding at Chris.

Both of them exchanged places so Chris and Y/N could sit together. Chris wrapped his arms around his woman, giving her a noisy smooch on her cheek. The audience laughed as Y/N scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "Aren't they cute," Anthony snorted, leaning back on the couch they were all seated on. "They are, very much. Oh my God, I love you all," the fan smiled, jumping in excitement.

"I love you, too, I love you all so much! Thanks for all the support, we really appreciate it!" Y/N announced on the mic, which made the fans cheer loudly again. Y/N smiled to herself, this went better than she thought it would. After the event got over, Chris, Sebastian, Anthony and Y/N headed back to their car. "Did we make a mistake, announcing our relationship?"

Chris turned to Y/N, looking incredulously at her. "Of course we didn't! It's our relationship, what matters is that we're happy. Don't listen to fans who don't support it, most of them in the room were cheering loudly," he explained and she gave him a tired smile, snuggling into his arms. "I still think we shouldn't have, not so early…" she mumbled.

Both of them stopped in their tracks, facing each other. Sebastian and Anthony paused too, looked at each other and nodded. They went back to the car, deciding to give the couple some space. "Y/N, I'm going to be honest with you. I love you. I've been in love with you for a while now. I know it's early but I can't help it. I know what I feel is real. So don't worry about making our relationship public. I don't care. I only care about my love for you."

Y/N froze, staring at him in shock. This was the first time he had said those three words to her. She knew she loved him, too, but she wasn't expecting him to come clean first. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she jumped forward, hugging him tightly. "I love you too, Chris, I love you so much," she whimpered. Chris hugged her back tightly, trying to keep his own tears at bay.

Y/N pulled away and pressed her lips to his. Their other kisses were good, but this one… this one had more meaning than all previous ones. Y/N's hands played with the hair near Chris' neck while Chris put both his arms around her waist, bringing her close. Sebastian and Anthony, who were watching them from the car, smiled broadly at each other.

It was at that moment that they realized— this pair was meant to last a lifetime.

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A/N: Please leave a like, it will be highly appreciated! Thank you for reading!

[nukagalreacts]

Fo4 Companions react to a Sole who is very affectionate part 2!

Well howdy y’all long time no see sorry once more that this took so long unfortunately my motivation has been lacking and my mind is in a billion other places but none the less I hope you enjoy the second part! As always thank you for the request and happy reading much love as always, Ashley!

Hancock: This man lived for Sole’s attention and affection because let’s be honest he gave it right back and never got tired of returning Sole’s hugs, cheek smooches, and long cuddle sessions. Sole always had a hand somewhere on his body rubbing slow soft circles on his skin causing him to feel all tingly inside and making his insides turn to mush, Hancock would sling an arm around them and pull Sole closer to his side and let himself just melt into there touch while he rode his high allowing these soft moments between them to just consume him entirely. If they were both hanging out at the third rail Sole was usually curled up into Hancock’s side almost like a cat, content to hide away under his coat or wrap their arms around him while whispering sweet nothings into his ear or telling jokes only the two of them understood causing long fits of laughter from the both of them. Also let’s be honest these two in general are goofy as fuck constantly starting tickle fights with Sole trying to find any ticklish spot on Hancock’s body. Sole is always miserably failing but to be fair he certainly doesn’t mind them trying and it gives him a chance to get his hands back on Sole’s body and with the way Sole gasp and wriggles around it can quickly lead to other things that require a lot less clothing and a lot more touching.     

Cait: She spent years trying to gain the affection she craved from her parents even though they never cared about her or paid her a lick of attention unless it was to their benefit. Cait never trusted anyone since or went out of her way to love anyone or be loved in return because she figured at the end of the day if anyone tried to show affection they were just trying to use her, it was a hard mindset to get out of especially when most people and creatures in the wasteland just wanted to kill you. Sole was literally different though she was a person out of time just trying to do what was right and make their way through this changing world and Cait was drawn to them from the start because with them there was never a hidden agenda, and they were always overly honest along with being affectionate. Even after traveling with Sole for months, Cait never quite got used to Sole pulling her into a big hug and being told how amazing she was all the time. Or when Sole would wrap their pinky around Cait’s in a loose form of hand-holding whenever Cait started to get anxious or scared about something, it had been so long since anyone showed them any real affection that it took a while for Cait to ever recuperate said affection but Sole never complained or pointed it out, and Cait didn’t think they could ever get over how lucky they were to have Sole.

MacCready: Sole reminded him so much of Lucy always being affectionate and putting others first even if that meant putting themselves in danger, they were constantly going out of their way to help him and his son even when he had nothing to give them in return. He was glad they stuck around though because even if he will never admit it he loved how Sole always smothered him with affection when they were around it was refreshing to have someone who cared, someone who would greet him with hugs and a shit ton of kisses whenever he came back home. Sole was constantly wrapping Mac up in hugs or holding onto hand and swinging them back and forth with a big grin on there face, or he loved lazy afternoons where he was just cleaning or working on his rifle and Sole had their head against his shoulder dozing off as they tried to snuggle deeper into his side or sometimes they would sit behind him with there head laying against his back and arms wrapped securely around his middle, refusing to let go. The best part was when everyone had settled down for the night and Sole was fast asleep tangled up in the sheets and Mac would walk in and see Duncan snuggled into Sole’s side sleeping soundly and it always made him smile and it was a sight he would never get tired of. He would quickly take off his gear and slide into bed, wrapping his arms around the two people he loved most and holding them tight. Sole would usually wake up and be sure to grab his hand and give an affectionate squeeze letting him know they were glad for his return home.

Deacon: He wasn’t much of a touchy-feely guy but Sole just grew on him until he felt weird if they weren’t being affectionate with him, though sometimes he had to remind them to tone it down or else they were gonna blow their cover out on missions. Sole would just shush them and say it was fine because it’s not like their disguises were going to melt away from too much affection, he was more worried about how much of a hot mess he turned into when Sole was holding his hand or laughing away as they were running a hand over his bald head saying how shiny it was, which never failed at making him laugh or crack a smile and joke about how Sole should shave their head to. He thought it was extra cute when Sole would complain about their hands being cold and would sneak a hand into his coat pocket or if they were feeling cheeky into his back pants pocket, not that he ever minded and sometimes would do the same thing back. He was always trying to hold back a smile whenever he felt Sole’s hand caress the back of his neck or lingered on his shoulder or find its way around his waist to pull him closer, whatever they did it always made his heart beat a little bit faster. 

  Danse: He was used to word’s of praise or a hearty slap on the back for a job well done but Sole’s level of attention and affection for him was a whole other ballpark, he had never encountered someone quite like them before. He was constantly reminding Sole to stay focused Whenever they started to hug him, making Sole just laugh and tease him more, enjoying how red his face got as he mumbled about them not having time for this kind of nonsense. Since Danse was in his power armor a lot Sole was always complaining about how difficult he was making it for them to hold his hand or give him surprise hugs how where they were supposed to love on him if he was always in a big hulking piece of machinery. He never really understood why they always felt the need to be so close to him but sometimes he would pretend not to notice that after they were done complaining Sole would just place a hand on the power armors hand instead all while continuing to pout to themselves, it always ended up making Danse smile everytime it happened. When Sole really wanted to get his attention they would climb up the back of his power armor in hopes of them getting a piggyback ride for awhile or so they could mess with his hair, depending on the situation he would sometimes allow them to do this all while trying to keep a straight face trying to not show that he heart honestly felt like it was about to burst from his chest because he thought Sole was just being to damn cute.   

          Nick: Affection was never Nick’s forte, sure he was used to the thank you’s and occasional praise from the people he helped out and of course he was grateful that his secretary Ellie cared enough to stay and watch his back.His introduction to Sole’s constant affection started when they came to bust him out of vault 114 and after getting him out of the situation with skinny Malone’s gang Sole instantly latched on to him and wouldn’t stop hugging him saying how glad they where to find him, he was confused as Hell but kinda just let it happen. It didn’t take him long to realize this was an all the time thing with Sole as they continued to work together, Sole just always wanted to be near to someone, to lean on or hold hands and sit close to them.He was worried at first about what the people of Diamond city would think if they saw the way Sole acted around him or worse what they would do, because it was one thing to work with a synth but to be affectionate with one so he was genuinely scared for Sole’s safety. That never stopped Sole before though and they didn’t care what everyone else thought so they kept holding his hand uncaring off the cold, metal digits laced between their fingers as they happily swayed their hands together back and forth, Nick thought he was going to go into a system overload from how sweet Sole was.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

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Arkham Scarecrow SFW Alphabet

im really enjoying writing arkham scarecrow. maybe ill do something similar to my random riddler headcanons posts with some scarecrows

long post under the cut

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

Uhhh, the short answer is no. Jonathan is almost wholly incapable of what most people would term “affection”. His idea of loving is not using you for his experiments, only giving you small doses to build up your immunity( not that that will stop him from enjoying watching you panic). Jonathan leans heavily on gifts and words of affirmation as his language of love ( assuming he can even feel that emotion). He calls you  “my dear”  and “my darling” or once “my pumpkin” if he had too much to drink. 

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

Jonathan would make a good friend if he could ever be wrangled into admitting it. He’s a complete bastard, but he's a loyal bastard. He always goes above and beyond for his friends but it's always in a “aw shit. My favorite idiot needs help AGAIN?!” begrudging , kind of way. You probably met in university/college and if you've stuck with him this long he’d be hard to get rid of.

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

He never asks for cuddles and is pretty touch adversed as a rule. Sometimes though, He simply plonks himself in your space and expects you to know what he wants. Usually it's gentle backrubs/strokes like you would with a child. Sometimes he just wants your warmth to sooth his aching body. He’s heavier than he was in Arkham asylum but still very underweight so you shouldn't have too much trouble moving him into a comfortable position.

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

Absolutely not. I'm not convinced this man owns more than his books and the burlap sack on his back ,never mind a home. He has plans to take the cloudburst on tour, to go cross country and then across the world spreading fear. That would be a little difficult if he had gotham mortgage sending him nasty emails every other day about missed payments. While he can cook and clean, I doubt you'd want to eat anything he made. Ignoring his filthy hands, he's probably laced it with fear toxin or a lethal amount of hot sauce.

His homemade cleaning chemicals are pretty stellar mind you. They can get blood, piss or tears out of anything. 

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

Scarecrow really is a ride or die kinda guy. If you've wormed your way into his life then he’s going to do literally everything and anything to keep you in it. He’s not above making you dependent on him for safety just to keep you around longer. He’s not a total monster to the people he cares about mind you. If you really didn't want to be with him, he’d let you go….eventually.

I'm not sure he fully understands the concept of a “breakup”on his end. He gets that you don't see eachother anymore but I don't think he quite grasps that it's not because one party is dead. There's a 99% chance he’ll use you for his fear toxin experiments as a way of kicking you to the kerb. If you wake up in a ditch with a text that says “we’re through” you should consider yourself lucky. 

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

I canon arkham scarecrow as having been engaged at one point in his life, possibly around the time of origins. I can imagine his partner gave him a ��me or the fear toxin” ultimatum which has led to the man you know now. Despite how he looks, how he speaks and acts, he’s still open to the idea of a partner. He’s a loyal man who can't stand backstabbers, he’d appreciate someone like a spouse/husband/wife to have his back. If he decided he wanted to get married he’d propose almost immediately. It might be more of a business or thesis type proposal with lots of talking rather than flowers and wine and you're likely to be married as soon as you said yes. 

He has a tiny pumpkin ring saved for the occasion. Something like this (image credit https://www.banggood.

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

He’s gentle, in a creepy way unsurprisingly. He was a little stronger than the average man before the incident with croc, all that cardio and fighting with batman made him a skinny legend amongst the rogues for how well he could fight. Now? He couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. Mostly he's calm and soft, especially when you wouldn't expect him to be.  He can still be an emotionally manipulative person but chances are good you're smart enough to see right through him. Calling him on his bs is actually a good way to endear yourself to him. He likes a challenge and he loves it when people think they can outsmart him.

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

Hmm. yes and no. Scarecrow is severely touch adversed, but...It's not like with Riddler; Edward is on the autism spectrum and genuinely gets overstimulated by a lot of physical contact, he doesn't usually enjoy it unless under specific circumstances. Scarecrow WANTS to be hugged and held on occasion, but the mere thought of someone in his personal bubble sends his hackles up. 

When he first woke up after the asylum, he clung to you like a lampent. Scarecrow gives and recieves hugs like someone who needs them to breath.Your warmth soothes the aching pain when even drugs couldn't . By the time of Arkham Knight he’s grown cold and distant. His hugs are few and far between and unusually half hearted even when he initiates them. Maybe he’s just preoccupied with batman.

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

I doubt he’d ever say the words ``i love you” but he’s absolutely going to quote love poetry at you, recite lines from his favorite literature  “shall i compare you to a summer's day” and all that. That’s far better than a simple “i love you” right?

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

Jonathan is sort of one note when it comes to expressing frustration. Coffee machine not working? Melt it down into fear toxin vials. Line at the grocery store? Gas everyone out of his way. He doesnt get mad, he gets even. He’s not a super jealous person, he’s probably the most secure in himself out of all the rogues in Gotham bar Selina and ivy. But when something does hit his jealousy bone just right? LORD HE IS TERRIBLE. 

Unless you were the instigator, you are 100% safe but the poor soul who made the mistake of flirting with you will never see the light of day again.

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

He can't really kiss to be honest. He lacks a lot of lip tissue and tongue dexterity for deep smooching. He’s quite happy to give you little pecks on the cheek but anywhere else will get sloppy and he's not a fan of that. Jonathan has actually started to bump you with his head like a cat in lieu of kisses. Rare as it is, when he wants kisses he has a tendency to nuzzle into the crook of your neck or rest his head on your shoulder. He likes to be kissed on the cheek , forehead and top of his head. Most other places are covered in scars and lack the sensitivity to enjoy it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes to scare kids. It's not as malicious as it is with adults, he just likes to yell boo at them, smiling as they scream and giggle and run away. It's probably the most innocent he’ll act around other people. He still doesnt like them per say but he’ll tolerate them in small doses. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Scarecrow , like most rogues, is not a morning person. He doesn't sleep well and he is hella grumpy when he first wakes up. Expect to watch him shuffle around his hideout like a zombie, still wearing a quilt and his dressing gown as he complains about everything from the weather to the loud creaking of the floorboards. You should present him with food and coffee and then retreat to a safe distance until he’s fully awake, otherwise he’s liable to turn on his grumpy old man routine on you. If he's feeling particularly sore or needy, he’ll ask you to help change his bandages and dressings .

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It really depends on what he feels like in the moment. Sometimes he’ll leave you at home while he goes out to cause general mischief, sometimes he’ll bring you along as a look out. Sometimes it's a low-key night at the hideout reading and sometimes it's a caffeine fueled frenzie of experimentation and lab work with you as his trusty lab assistant.  He doesn't sleep well at night, the aches keep him up. If he were ever to actually go to bed he might find that you make a great pillow.

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

As much as he resents people having the upperhand with information, it's hard not for people to see his past. His scars are so easily visible, inside and out. He doesn't talk about his past unless prompted. But if you do he’ll quite happily answer all your questions; he’s not afraid of discussing it. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jonathan is a very patient man, not just when it comes to revenge.It takes quite a lot to make him fly off the handle and he cools off again quickly. That's not to say he doesn't hold a grudge like he’s being paid for it, only that it's more of a simmering anger rather than a boiling one.

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

He remembers most things about you, he has an excellent memory. But that being said he never lets on that he knows these things. He likes to hear you talk about the things that interest you, even if you've told him about it before. Watching you wax lyrical about your chosen subject makes him feel close to you. 

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

I don't know if it's a favorite or even a positive memory but when he first woke up from surgery after croc you were lying beside him. He was understandably confused, maybe even afraid, but seeing you there brought him great comfort. He didn't know what was happening because of all the meds, but as long as you were with him he was confident things would work out for him.

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

He means well, you should always keep that in mind  before you snap at him. He brought you to the arkham knights HQ to protect you from his plans, he’s given you micro doses of fear toxin to build your resistance and by the time of arkham knight you can hardly move for the amount of guards he has following you around. He’s overbearing bordering on controlling but I think it's because he simply can't admit the thought of losing you scares him, even just a little. You aren't a rogue, you don't know Batman like they do. He just needs to keep you safe from batman, from the police and from the ugly world outside.

Given how weak he’s been viewed practically all his life, I believe he’d resent the accusation he needed protecting. deep in his mind he knows no one man is an island. He appreciates little helps even if he won't say it. He doesn't need protection per say but If nothing else, after being injected with his new toxin, he's going to need someone who’s corpus mentis in his corner for court and medical proceedings.  

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

His idea of a perfect date is you two working on your respective projects in comfortable silence, maybe a trip to the museum if he feels like the exercise. Obviously that suits some people down to the ground, myself included, but he gets that it's not for everyone. He’s probably ok with you planning the activities provided you warn him beforehand. 

Given everything he’s been planning for batman, things like important dates and even everyday tasks have a tendency to get lost in the fray. He's not doing it on purpose, He’s glad to celebrate these things with you if you remind him, He's just got his priorities in a funny order.

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

He shuffles his feet when he walks and is one of those people who always has conversations in doorways. You can never be sure he isn't aware of these habits and is doing them on purpose. He also used to smoke quite heavily but has since given it up due to his throat and lung issues.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It's sort of a mixed bag with him. On the one hand he knows he’s ugly, that's the point. You're MEANT to be scared looking at him, he’s leaning into it. But on the other hand his “look” is a carefully maintained visage; if it slips it might lose the intended effect. He might not be as scary to look at or worse, people might look at him in pity. It's not ordinary vanity or narcissism but yes, he is concerned with maintaining the way he looks 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The concept of feeling whole is somewhat lost on him; He’s clearly missing a few screws even in his most lucid moments. That said even in the depths of madness brought on by his toxin, he still notices your absence. Still incredibly distressed In his cell in blackgate, he can often be heard crying out to you for comfort  but is lacking the wherewithal to understand why you're not there. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Given that he has pretty extensive facial injuries, eating is pretty difficult for him. He used to really enjoy bagels and cubanos from gothams many deli’s. His favorite was a kosher deli in The Cauldron, before Joker ruined it. They’ve since rebuilt and while he can't eat many solids anymore , he still enjoys their matzo soup and smoothies. 

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

Like most of the rogues, he absolutely can't stand bullies.He also can't stand physically aggressive people; if you're going to even TRY and intimidate him maybe you could use your words like someone with more than 2 brain cells to rub together, rare as that is in gotham. Back when he was a psychiatrist he hated people who were chronically late. Not his patients, most of the time it wasn't their fault  due to executive dysfunction or traffic, but people who kept HIM back and made HIM late were the bane of his existence. 

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Crane is a back sleeper who snores because of his damaged septum.He knows he makes a noise akin to a flip flop in a lawn mower but there is literally nothing he can do about it besides sleep on his stomach. He squirms around a lot in his sleep so even if he starts on his stomach, he’ll be on his back snoring like a dead horse in no time. The only thing that could keep him frontwise is if he were to sleep on you and have you hold him in place. 

[monellabella]

Where are the rats? AKA Pt. 2 of the hunger games x HP crossover series ft. Fredward Weaslely (OC x Fred W.)

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON PT. 1 I NEARLY CRIED READING EVERY COMMENT SO THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH MWAH <3

Warnings: Just some cursing and a mention of a black eye (this is all I can think of but pls let me know if I should add any!)

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Link to Pt. 1: https://bisou-doux.tumblr.com/post/640770995870957568/the-starving-games-ft-freddie-weasel-aka-pt-1 

Those ten minutes felt both shockingly short and blissfully eternal; As time seemed to run of its own accord. Seeing my mother and sister alone was enough to make me misty-eyed; but when mom pulled a disgruntled-looking Tulip from her bag and handed him to me, I burst into tears. I collapsed onto the floor and just sat there. My mother and sister joined me. I curled into mom’s lap, allowing her to stroke my hair as I laid my head on her chest and gave in to the soothing, wavelike motion of her breathing. Maeve snuggled up close to us and hugged my waist from behind, leaning her head on my back. Tulip, that furry little menace, seeming to sense the heavy sadness that blanketed the room- plopped himself onto my lap and curled into a ball against stomach. I sniffled and gave a light chuckle. I started stroking his plush fur absentmindedly; I eventually let my eyelids, heavy with grief and exhaustion, to slowly droop closed.

None of us felt much like talking. We just sat like that for a while- letting the tears roll silently down our cheeks. I could’ve easily fallen asleep, but my mother soon gently sat me up, and I reluctantly shifted from my place in her lap. Maeve begrudgingly followed suit, and we both sat criss-cross on the floor across from her. Maeve shuffled closer and leaned her head on my shoulder. Tulip was kind enough to stay in his place- in fact, seemingly enjoying it- and I felt the vibrations of his contented purrs echo through my chest as I pet him. At last, my mother broke the silence, “Seph,” she sighed, “I- um-” she seemed to be at a loss for words. “Mom, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.” I said quietly. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, Seph,” she leaned forward and hugged me tightly. I tried to keep my composure, but my voice still shook when I spoke, “It’s gonna be okay, mom. You have so much love around here- none of the aunties or uncles would ever let you and Maeve fend for yourselves- you know that.” I rubbed her back comfortingly. She sniffled, “I know but-” she sighed and pulled away slowly, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Seph, promise me you’ll try.”

“I promise- no, I swear- whatever happens, I am leaving that arena alive.” I said resolvedly. My mother looked at me, her eyes, like mine and Maeve’s, were red and puffy. She cupped my face with her hands and gave me a small smile. Planting a tender kiss on my forehead, I reached up to place my own hands over hers. Maeve, who was still at my side, spoke up, “You didn’t have to do it, y’know. I could’ve handled it.” She sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, “Not to mention Tulip- He’s gonna miss you! You’re his favorite out of the three of us!” she added. I looked over at her and scoffed, “First of all, kiddo, you haven’t even hit your growth spurt yet- so I doubt you’d be handling anything other than that fancy Capitol silverware.” Mom laughed, and Maeve looked down and smiled, “Also- what on earth makes you think I’m Tulip’s favorite? The little jerk was SLEEPING ON MY FACE THIS MORNING.” At that, we all burst out laughing, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and making everything seem a little bit lighter. When our laughter died down, a comfortable silence took its place. We sat there for a moment soaking it in. Eventually, Maeve turned to me and broke the quiet, “Hey, Seph?”

“Mhmm?”

“Give ‘em hell, will you?” she said gravely. Instead of reprimanding her for her choice of words, mom nodded, and looked at me earnestly, “Give those bastards in the Capitol a run for their money.” 

“But how? They own me now- I’m their property. They could do whatever the hell they want.” I said.

“Bullshit. You’re still a person. Not a hunk of meat.” she gently placed her hand on the side of my face, “You have a brain- use it.” She glanced around the room and lowered her voice to a near whisper, “The thing the Capitol fears more than anything is the districts realizing exactly that. They’re afraid we’ll rise up against them when we realize we’re not just brainless pawns. They keep us in check with the games- reminding us that they have all the power- that they can threaten us all they want but we’ll never have the guts to do anything about it. But that’s all they are- threats. They’re threatening us because they’re afraid of us.”

“But what am I supposed to do about it? I can’t exactly organize a rebellion.” I replied, matching her lowered tone. 

“I’m not asking you to. What I’m asking you to do is remember that you are not just a sheep off to the slaughter. Make them like you- show them that you’re not just some kind of dirty, uneducated savage. Appeal to their vanity; trust me, they have a lot of it. Whatever happens, make all those pricks at the Capitol wonder if maybe they shouldn’t have sent you into the games- that you might just be the one tribute they seriously regret sending into the arena. Show them you have a mind and soul. Give those Capitol freaks something to feel for. But most importantly,” she leaned in and spoke in a barely audible whisper, “give that motherfucker Snow something to be afraid of.” She leaned back and looked me dead in the eye. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nodded wordlessly. 

“And for god's sake please don’t let them put you in some kind of hideous outfit, or I swear, I’ll stop rooting for you then and there.” Maeve joked. I looked over at her and smiled. I ruffled her hair and gave her a big smooch on her forehead. “I won’t. Pinky promise.” we hooked our pinkies together and gave each other a curt nod. “Besides,” I said, “if the outfit’s ugly enough, I’d rather go naked. At least that would earn me some points with some of the male sponsors, don’t you think?” Maeve giggled in response. I leaned over and hugged them both, “I love you. I love you both so much. I’m coming back, you hear me? I’m coming back.” We heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I gave Tulip a quick kiss on top of his head, and whispered “I love you, too, Tulip. You’re the best cat anyone could’ve asked for.” I handed him over to Maeve, and she quickly but gently placed him back into the bag as we all stood up. Mom hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care. “I love you. I love you so much, sweetie.” she whispered. “I love you, too, mom.” My eyes started to water. She planted a kiss on my forehead and both my cheeks, and I stepped over to Maeve as I heard the footsteps getting closer, “I love you, kiddo. Don’t ever forget it.” “I love you, too.” she replied breathlessly, tears now pooling in her eyes. Maeve held the bag between the three of us, Tulip poking his head out from the top of it, and I embraced them both as tightly as I could manage. A moment later, the door swung open and five peacekeepers entered the room. “Time’s up.” one of them said. We all turned to face him, but I maintained a tight grip on Mom and Maeve’s arms. “You two,” he said pointing to my mother and sister, “Out.” Two of the peacekeepers walked over and grabbed hold of their arms. They pulled them away with such force, I had no choice but to let go. I stared after them, my feet glued to the floor, as the two peacekeepers pulled them out of he room. My breathing quickened and I felt myself starting to panic. I rushed towards the door to see if I could still catch a glimpse of them, but I was held back by two more peacekeepers grabbing my arms. “Wait, please, just a few more minutes.” I said desperately. I saw the bright purple edge of Maeve’s dress disappear as they rounded the corner into the main hall. “Please. Please, I’m not ready to go.” I choked. I heard their steps echo across the marble as they were made to walk rapidly towards the exit. “MOM!” I cried, pushing harder against their iron grip. “MAEVE!” I shouted, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. I grunted, practically throwing myself out of their clutches. “LET GO OF ME!” I screamed, “LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BAST-” but the rest of my sentence was muffled as one of the peacekeepers clapped his hand over my mouth. I thought about biting his palm, but it was unfortunately protected by a thick leather glove. But him and his stupid gloves couldn’t stop me- I screamed anyway- yelling out obscenity after obscenity as I continuously tried to free myself from them. I was losing my voice, and I strained against them so hard, I thought my shoulders might pop out of their sockets. When I heard the sound of the heavy brass doors being opened and closed, I went limp. I stopped fighting. I slumped forward as my breathing slowed, and my anguished cries turned into defeated sobs. The peacekeeper removed his hand from my mouth, and the one still standing behind us, who’d been observing my little meltdown, took a few steps closer, “You done?” he asked. I huffed in annoyance, “Yes,” I croaked, my voice practically non-existent. “Good. Now shift it or we’ll drag you to the train by your ankles.” I gulped, straightening up just in time to once again be shoved to my next location. 

Instead of leaving through the brass doors, we walked straight past them and down a second hallway opposite the one we just came from. This one was slightly larger, and the dark wood-panelled floor had square tiles of dark green marble lining either side of it. At the end of it was a set of bolted steel doors flanked by two more peacekeepers. As we approached them, they opened the doors to reveal what appeared to be a large, dimly lit tunnel. It looked like the underground station we took that morning- only much, much nicer. The concrete platform we stood on was unnaturally clean- neither a single piece of trash, nor suspiciously blood-like spill. The tall, arched ceiling was entirely covered in dark blue and green tiles that still gleamed despite the dim lighting. I didn’t think it was possible for an underground station in a city to be entirely vermin-free; yet here I was, and there was not a rat or cockroach in sight. But the most peculiar thing was how wide the single set of tracks was- they were at least 12 or 13 feet wide. For fuck’s sake, how big could this train possibly be?, I thought to myself. A few moments later, two peacekeepers emerged from steel doors, grasping the arms of a tall, redheaded boy. They walked forward and stood a few feet to my right. I looked over, and tried to hide my smile: despite their armored uniforms, the two peacekeepers looked absolutely ridiculous standing on either side of their prisoner- he was at least a good four to six inches taller than both of them and made the two of them look like little children holding onto their mommy. Despite the fact that he looked like he could crush them with his pinky, Fred was sporting a nasty black eye that hadn’t been there less than an hour ago. Observing his injury, I could’ve sworn I saw him glance at me. I tried to catch his eye- well, the good one- but he just clenched his jaw and resolved to stare blankly at the ground below him. I exhaled through my nose in frustration and turned my gaze back to the empty tracks in front of me. We stood there in torturous silence for a few minutes, until suddenly I heard a faint rumbling coming from the right of the tunnel. As it got closer, some of the lights flickered and everything looked to be shaking. A few moments later, a sleek, black bullet train pulled into the station and whizzed past us until it slowly came to a squeaking halt. Every window was tinted so that you couldn't see inside. The door in front of us slid open with a small hiss, and Ms. Magenta from the ceremony stepped out. She gasped happily, “Oh, my lovely tributes, I am so-” she paused upon seeing Fred’s eye, “My goodness what have they done to you?” No one said anything. She turned to the peacekeepers holding Fred, “Did you do this?” she said sternly. 

“He wasn’t cooperating.” one of them replied flatly.

“That’s not an excuse to abuse him! Don’t you understand that he is going to be on television in front of the entire country? He cannot have that on his face, it’s hideous! It will ruin his entire outfit!” she said shrilly. 

“Not my problem.” he responded. Ms. Magenta scoffed angrily then took Fred by the wrist and whisked him away from the peacekeepers, “Come, my dear, we’re going to get this all fixed up. You will get the best treatment the Capitol has to offer!” She turned on her heel and walked over to me. “You, too, my dear- come, come!” she chirped. The peacekeepers maintained their grip on my arms and started walking towards the train, but she turned and stopped them, “Oh, please, let go of her,” she huffed before stepping back and yanking me over by the wrist, “She’s a girl, not an animal.” she said disapprovingly. She took mine and Fred’s hands into her own and I stumbled a bit when she jolted us forward. Walking briskly to the train, I smirked as I put my free hand behind my back, and held up my middle finger. 

I held on to the tiny railing on the side of the five or so steep steps leading into the train, and the door hissed shut behind us. Once at the top, I turned to face a room that made the marble halls of the Justice building look like a pile of bricks. She let go of our hands but I hardly noticed as I stood gaping at the space in front of me. I now clearly understood why those tracks were so wide- it must’ve been double- maybe triple- the size of the apartment I lived in. There was an elaborate crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and gold sconces in the spaces between the windows. The floor was made of dark cherry-wood panels that looked like they’d never seen a single step. On either side of the train carriage, there was a short little couch, a chaise I think it’s called, with gold legs and light-blue silk cushions. In the middle of the car, below the chandelier, there were two larger couches facing each other that matched the ones on the side. Between them was an elegant glass table where a white, porcelain tea set, and colorful little cakes on a silver-tier platter sat on its surface. The carriage itself carried a faint scent of old wood and lavender. I looked over to see Fred standing there with the same, awed expression. “Is- is this all for us?” he asked quietly. 

“Of course it is! You are both very important guests of the Capitol- it would be rude of us not to show you the best of our hospitality.” Ms. Magenta replied brightly. “Now, if you would follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms and then we will meet in the dining car for supper, alright?”

“Wait there’s more?” I asked, my voice still a bit hoarse. 

“Well, obviously.” she replied chuckling, “The trip from here to the Capitol takes at least a week- you can’t expect to stay in one room the whole time, can you?” she laughed lightly then made her way to the door at the other end of the car. It slid open to another train car- this one as equally opulent as the last, though instead of couches, in the center of the room were two pairs of plush silk chairs. A jade and white marble chess board sat between two of them, the pieces all lined up perfectly. Between the others was a small, square wooden table with a pack of playing cards sitting on top. “I’ve never played chess before.” Fred remarked.

“I have; it’s fun.” I replied looking up at him. 

“Really? D’you think you could teach me?” he said, turning to face me.

“Sure.”

“Is it a hard game?”

“No, not once you get the rules.”

“Okay, good,” he said nodding to himself, “You’ll teach me then?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” 

“Cool.” He looked down at the ground and a small smile crossed his face.

We followed Ms. Magenta through the next few train cars until at last she stopped and turned to us, “So, behind me are your rooms. Yours Fredrick-”

“It’s just Fred, actually.” 

“Very well; Fred, your room is on the left, and Persephone, yours is on the right.” she paused then looked over to me, “You do like to be called Persephone, don’t you?”

“Well, most people call me Seph, but you can-”

“Persephone it is! Don’t worry, it is a very pretty name, everyone at the Capitol is going to love it.” she said excitedly, “Now off to your rooms! I’ll see you both at six o’clock in the dining car.”

“Wait a second,” I said, “You never told us your name.”

“I didn’t? Huh- I was sure I mentioned it...well anyways, it’s Emerald. Emerald Tallis. But of course, you can both call me Emmie. Now both of you- rooms!” she said walking away briskly. 

“Wait, but how will we know-” Fred started to ask. 

“There are clocks on your walls!” Emmie responded as she walked through to the next carriage. “Ta-ta!” she said airily, waving her hand above her head as the door hissed shut behind her. Fred and I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I cleared my throat, “Um, I’ll see you at six.” I said quickly. 

Without looking up, he nodded, “See you at six.” And with that, we both walked hastily into our respective rooms and shut the door. The room was surprisingly plain. It contained a large bed with a dark grey comforter partially inlaid in light wood-panelled walls, a small desk in the corner to my right, and some shelves to my left. The whole room was basked in a warm glow emitting from the strips of light that trailed across the top of the wood panels on the walls. Admittedly, it was a nice change from the extravagance of the rest of the train. I stepped over to the bed and fell backwards on to the plush comforter. I kicked off my shoes then sat up once more, leaning back on hands. My stomach rumbled.

Shit, I thought, I should’ve snagged one of those cakes. 

I massaged my still sore throat.

And maybe some tea, too.

a/n: If you’ve made it this far, welcome I have a task for you: can you give Seph this mug so she can drink her tea

I don’t think she knows what a dinosaur is but she’s gonna like the mug. 

[4lix]

hello, i’m so happy you’re making a comeback. since you’re in the mood to write abt chan, may i request a best friends to lovers trope?

friends to lovers ★ bang chan ↳ gender-neutral. fluff.

okay so falling in love with ur best friend is a big L but its one u are more than willing to take for christopher bang

first things first, chan loves people with his whole mf heart.

whether its family, friends, or romantic interests

so when it comes down to him falling for his best friend? idk if he’d really realize it unless someone literally spelled it out for him, he’d just mistake his affection towards you as just the same kind of best friend love he has for ˙his group members

he’d never think much about the fact that most of his song lyrics these days were getting oddly too specific in detail about a certain someone

or how whenever he felt down his gut reaction was to call you up because the sound of your voice seemed to make everything better

or how he really really likes cuddling with you after long days of practice

and when you stop by the studio when he’s stuck on a track and just pull him to the couch to lay down for a while to get a break from staring at that damned screen, he’d instantly relax in your hold, sighing in content as your fingers twirled around his curls

and yeah his stomach is filled with butterflies and his ears are all red all that corny stuff but you’re his best friend and best friends cuddle sometimes too right?

best friends also feel the urge to kiss one another on the cheeks? perhaps sometimes they fantasize about what it would be like to kiss each other on the lips?

ok maybe not.

chan knew some of his thoughts were a bit odd. but you were really pretty so it was understandable. you were his safe place and the closest thing he had to home besides his members.

unbeknownst to him, you were honestly no better, a bit more aware of the fact that you could possibly be in love with the idiot but you were still in denial nonethless

whenever felix or hyunjin would tease you about your relationship with chan you’d feign disgust like he’s my best friend that’s weird! but your cheeks are red anyways and you’re kind of stuttering and hey is it hot in here or what-

when you had tough days chan would spam you with encouraging texts, a million obnoxious emojis, memes, just anything to make you smile and it always always worked, just the sight of a notification from chan always made you light up but that’s what best friends are for right?  

friends make the world seem brighter, that’s all chan was to you, a friend.

and chan cared a lot about his friends, so it only made sense..

but unlike his other friends, you always got special treatment

he’d give you gifts for your friendship anniversary despite all the suggestive looks from his group members, kissed your forehead when bidding you goodbye and always sent you good morning and good night texts each and every single day

he’d go out of his way for you always and all of that just seemed normal, natural to him. because he loves with his whole heart and he doesn’t even realize it

he wouldn’t really come to terms with things until one of the members like screams at him to just stfu already because he won’t stop talking about you and he somehow makes everything about you and it’s driving them insane

they’d be like we get it you’re in love with y/n shut up already

and he’d just be a stuttering mess like !! no im not !! and yet his heart is racing in his chest and everyone looks at him with an unamused glare

changbin would be like “everything you’ve written these last few weeks are all about them-”

felix would chime in like “you killed your phone battery texting them all day and then used my phone to call them so you could talk for three hours straight.”

jisung is like “yeah and you bought like ten different gifts for your friendship  anniversary but you gave me a set of socks for my birthday-”

huh wait maybe he is in love with you.

“those socks were knitted and really nice.” would be his only line of defense

the rest of the afternoon the members would just tease him about all his lovesick puppy habits that he was completely unaware of

like how his face lights up the moment you walk into the room

or how he can never go shopping without picking up something for you because hey y/n would look really cute in this!

and that he even mumbles your name sometimes when he’s sleeping lord help the boy

things kind of go to hell because now he can’t look at you without blushing and stuttering

he’s panicking because how the hell could he have fallen in love with his best friend who probably only sees him as a brother? if you liked him back surely you would’ve let him know by now, i mean if he was as obvious as his members said he was with his feelings there’s no way you weren’t aware of his infatuation with you.

but you were on the same boat really, to you, it seemed as though chan was affectionate with everyone, he smooched jeongin’s cheeks every now and then, and the socks he got for jisung’s birthday were kind of nice? you weren’t that special right? there’s no way chan could fall in love with someone like you anyways... right?

you knew him better than you knew yourself so his odd behaviour definitely did not go unnoticed even tho your sheer lack of brain cells prevented you from realizing why he was acting odd in the first place

the good morning and good night texts stopped, the spams of memes stopped, it was just radio silence for a few days and it was starting to freak you out but it was close to the deadline for the new album so he could just be stressed and you could just be overreacting

you figured you’d stop by the studio at like ass o’clock like always with some takeout for chan because you knew he never ate much when he pulled all nighters, you even threw in some of his favorite snacks and energy drinks, bringing your laptop with you to get some work done of your own hopefully

you did your signature knock on the door before entering but chan still jumped at the sight of you, weirdly startled by your presence, avoiding your eyes and only managing to cough and give you a tilt of a nod in greeting before gluing his eyes back to his computer screen

your first initial reaction is did i do something wrong :( and you intend to ask chan about it but he puts his headphones in and seems rather busy, you remind yourself again that he’s just focused on the new album he’d never purposefully ignore you.

you’ll ask him later, taking a seat on the couch, scrolling through social media mindlessly as your thoughts can’t seem to drift away from the boy across from you and how fluffy and soft his hair looks today.

after a good fifteen minutes pass, chan still hasn’t touched the food you brought which leaves you no choice but to annoy him to ensure he takes proper care of himself. calling his name multiple times to no avail, you tap the space bar, pausing the track before removing his headphones.

“channie, you can ignore me if you want to but i won’t let you ignore getting your vitamins and nutrients. i know you didn’t eat dinner. so eat.” he’s still not looking at you, just nods, clearing his throat awkwardly before turning over towards the takeout you brought for him and taking a seat at the couch.

you follow behind him, sitting right beside him. just a week ago you were here with chan laying on your chest, watching tiktoks of cats but now here you were, in the same spot but this time chan was silent, closed off. the complete opposite to his usual warm and bubbly demeanor.

he didn’t even bother to deny the fact that he was ignoring you, he just ate silently and fear starts to consume you because maybe chan really was upset with you?

before you figured he was probably just stressed and overly focused on the track he was working on but now it seems obvious he’s blatantly ignoring you, not even sparing a thank you for the takeout which was really unlike him. he always thanked you for taking care of him with tight hugs and sloppy kisses on your forehead. now he didn’t even look at you.

half of you was agitated that he was giving you the silent treatment instead of just being honest with you about whatever was bothering him but the other half of you really wanted to smooch his chubby cheeks filled with rice because wow he looked really really cute.

as annoyed with him as you were, you couldn’t help but appreciate his bareface, it was you favorite look of all, when he didn’t look like a famous idol, instead just a regular boy with blemishes and unruly hair in grey sweats and a hoodie.

a grain of rice hugged the corner of his lip, you fought back the urge to kiss it away. he was so unfairly attractive it made you want to punch him

you lean forward, reaching out to him to wipe the stray food away but he evades your touch, leaving your hand raised awkwardly out in front of you in rejection. now he didn’t even want you to touch him?

“did i do something wrong?” you didn’t realize how hurt you were by his silence, by his disgust of you, how he felt like a stranger these days. you kicked yourself inwardly for sounding so broken but the tone of voice seemed to strike something in chan because he finally met eyes with you for the first time in what felt like forever.

“w-what no not at a-all what makes you think that?”

“chan you’ve ignored all my texts for the last three days. you haven’t talked to me in nearly a week and now you can’t even spare a hello when i come in? you’re even avoiding my touch like i have the plague or something.” guilt washes over him immediately and he puts down the plate of food and looks at you with those brown eyes that are all sad and regretful and you forgive him before he even opens his mouth because you’re just that helplessly in love with the idiot

“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to, really, i just have a lot on my mind right now and i just...” he turns to look away again but you place your hand to his chin, turning him forward to meet eyes with you again, he doesn’t shy away from your touch this time

“chan if i said something or did something wrong that bothered you, y’know you can always talk to me right?” you said earnestly, cupping his cheek in your hand, he leaned into your touch, humming gently. relief enraptured your heart, along with warmth

“you didn’t do anything wrong, i promise.” his eyes don’t leave yours, nor does his voice waver, so you believe him

“then why are you ignoring me?”

“because...” he tries to get the words out but his brain is going a mile a minute and you’re really close to him. you’re turned to face him, sitting criss crossed, knees bumping against his, he can feel your body warmth and it’s kind of sending him into overdrive

“because?” you urge him further, unable to help your lips from curling downwards in worry. he’s silent still, biting his bottom lip anxiously and you consider giving up for a moment but then he pulls your hand away from his cheek, instead holding it tight in his.

“i realized something. the guys, they made me realize some things.” he starts, eyes flittering past each and every single one of your features, admiring them silently to himself. how did it take him so long to realize he was in love with you? you were beautiful, his best friend, his whole heart, his muse.

earlier, his eyes were glued to the screen because he was rereading the words he’s written over the last few weeks and he couldn’t quite believe he wrote lyrics that were literally entirely about you and he had no idea, just assumed he had some new rush of creativity or something.

of course he was in love with you, he always been in love with you.

“yeah?” you rub your thumb over his hand slowly in an attempt to ease some of his anxieties. whatever it was he needed to tell you, it was clearly taking a toll on him, he was fidgeting, sighing over in over again and shaking his head trying to clear his thoughts. you felt a bit bad, perhaps you were prying too much?

“look i just–– i know we’re best friends, and the last thing i want to do is jeopardize that so if what im about to say makes you uncomfortable or something j-just forget it ever happened okay?” unknowingly, you hold in you breath, fear for his next words knocking the wind out of you.

“i... i like you. like like you, and- i don’t know how to deal with it so i’ve just been avoiding you and i’m sorry- wait why are you laughing?” his eyebrows are all furrowed and his cheeks are bright red and he’s squeezing your hand in confusion and you just look at him and just die of laughter

why were you laughing? you weren’t sure. maybe it was relief? joy? just pure utter love for the idiot in front of you?

“channie-” you attempt, but your laughter still has control over your lungs so you just cling to the boy helplessly, looking up at him with so much happiness in your eyes that he can’t help but feel a bit hopeful that maybe this laughter is good laughter?

“why are you laughing! i just confessed to you, put my heart out on the line and your response is laughter?” he’s smiling despite the confused tone of his voice, nudging you playfully but you pull him into you, shoving your face in the crook of his neck trying your hardest to get out the last of your giggles. with one last deep sigh, you prepare yourself to finally give him a proper response

“i’m sorry for laughing channie i’m just really happy. and relieved.” you finally pull away from him, resting your forehead against his, cupping his face once again in your hands.

“i like you too chan, i’ve liked you for a really really long time.”

the smile that lights up his face is one you’ll never forget, his eyes practically disappear, his dimples protruding through those precious cheeks of his and you can’t help the small laugh in happiness at the sight

“thank god i was actually losing my mind you know, changbin and jisung have been making fun of me all week, clowning me for being a lovesick puppy.”

“is that why they’ve been wiggling their eyebrows whenever i walk by-”

“unfortunately yes.”

“chan you should’ve just told me!”

“yeah well! i thought you saw me as like a brother or something!”

“what- no! i’ve literally been in love with you since the moment we met you idiot-”

“yeah well i’ve been writing songs about you for the last month, songs that you helped with and you didn’t notice a thing-”

at that you just :O bc realization hits u like a train n yea wait a minute he was pretty obvious..

he just gets all red again and then you smile at him and he’s smiling back at you and with the dopiest grin on his face he’s like

“can i kiss u..” and u dont bother to reply you just grab his cheeks and connect your lips with his

the kiss is kind of a mess tho bc you’re both just so ridiculously happy that you can’t stop smiling so yea its not a proper kiss but its filled with giggles and each time you pull away chan only leans forward to peck you again and again because he cant seem to get enough really and he’s just so elated that he can finally do this as many times as he wants

in conclusion chan loml<3 

requests are open! :) ↳ notes: tysm for all the kind welcome back msgs ily all sm omg <3  i ended up combining two requests as they were a bit similar i hope thats okay hehe <3 also sry if this is sloppy this is my first post in a long time & im kind of rusty .. whew